#need chocolate... or ice cream .... and a muscle relaxer

[preydefiler]

the pain is really getting to me tonight, I am,,, miserable, even after multiple dabs. wehhhh

[the1975attheirverybest]

Boyfriend

A/N: as requested by @yukizaldi. Sorry it’s kind of shit. I haven’t written in a bit and I feel like I’ve forgotten how words work. warnings: smut. **** It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that every committed boyfriend, must, sooner or later, have the period routine down. And Matty fancied himself an expert. As much of an expert as a heterosexual man who has never had a period can be, anyway. He took pride in his system. He kept track. He remembered the flowers and the chocolate. He refilled hot water bottles without being asked, kept the pain killers on hand, happily drove to the drugstore, or ice cream shop, to get tampons and sugary desserts. His strategy was always to get ahead of things before they could happen. Have everything she could possibly need within her reach, so she’d never feel the need to even ask. All that left is the cuddles and Lowe stomach rubs. That part wasn’t restricted to bad period days, though. Matty always eagerly  provided that. 

But, one thing he learned the hard way was that, even for a biological reoccurrence that took place every month for decades of a woman’s life, a  menstrual cycle can, not only be unpredictable, but make her unpredictable, too. 

“Take off your pants.” She panted, into his mouth, kissing him, and biting his lip. 

He mewled, softly, his hands fumbling with the buttons of his jeans. He didn’t get very far before  his hands were crushed by the weight of her hips rolled against his, pushing him against the wall. 

“B-baby….s-slow down.” 

“Shush, Matty. Please. No talking. Just fucking. Okay? I- I’ve been waiting for you all day.”

And how could he not be flattered that his girlfriend wants to jump his bones the very second that he walks through the door?

She got down on her knees, her hands pushing his out of the way and pulling down his waist hugging pants. 

She rubbed his clothed, half hardened cock, listening for his hissing and reveling in the slight bucking of his hips. She felt her mouth watering at the prospect of having him between her lips. 

“Gonna take you out now…”

Matty nodded, eager, cursing, hotly, under his breath. “Christ.”

Slowly, her hand wrapped around him, working him with deft flicks of her wrist, until he was stiff, ready to burst against his own stomach. 

She took him in her mouth, her tongue rubbing the underside of his tip while her hand tugged lightly on his balls. 

“FUCK!” Matty’s legs shook; his palm slammed against the wall in an attempt to steady himself, his hips reflexively. Thrusting into her mouth. “Sh-shit. Sorry…”

She didn’t seem to mind, though, her lips smiles around his cock. The sight so sinful it almost undid him right then and there. Encouraged by his moans, she moved faster, sucking him harder, to the rhythm of his flustered cries and the contracting and relaxing of the muscles in his stomach. 

“No, no, no- stop, stop.” Matty begged, frantic. “If- if you don’t stop, I’m- not gonna make it to the bedroom.” His face turned red. 

***

Matty winced, feeling her grind into his lap. Their lips crashed together, needily, as his hands felt around for the hem of her top. She let him remove her t shirt; his arm snaked around her back to unclasp her bra. The discomfort she felt when the underwire slid from underneath her breasts  sounded a warning in the back of her mind; but she promptly dismissed it, her desire for him outweighing any and all other feelings. 

Matty’s hand cupped her breast, his thumb swiping over her nipple. She jolted, her body tensing up, and not in good way. Waiting for the worst of the pain to pass, she leaned into him again, her lips finding his neck. 

Matty’s hands roamed her body, cradling her back at first, then resting at her neck, before sliding, slowly, down her sides, his fingers tracing her skin. He squeezed her hips, his body instinctively rolling into hers. She felt a wave of cramps hit her, interrupting the needy pleasure of being entangled with him and yanking her out of the moment. She moaned, in a way that sounded closer to pain than pleasure, giving Matty a brief moment of pause. His eyes reluctantly pulled open, watching her searchingly. When she showed no signs of slowly down, he dismissed his doubts, giving himself back to her, his hands reaching for her again, cupping her breasts, squeezing them slightly. his thumb pinch her right nipple. 

She winced loudly. “Ow no- ouch!”

“Sorry- fuck- was that not…”

“No, no. It’s fine.”  She looked down at her breasts. 

“Okay, I’m no mind reader but it was decidedly not fine. It did not sound like the ‘ouch’ of a fine person. Sounded like the ‘ouch’ of someone in pain.”

Her hands cupped his face, attempting to pull him in seductively. Another wave of cramps hit her, and despite her best attempt to stay calm, he could see it in the way that she squeezed her eyes. 

“Baby, no- hang on a minute- no.” As much as he loved being kissed by her, he wouldn’t budge. 

She groaned. Mumbling something under her breath and laying her head on him. 

unexpectedly, he felt a strange dampness against his chest. His brows furrowed, looking down, “babe?”

The sob she’d been holding escaped her lips. She burst into tears. 

“Oh my- fuck! What’s happened? Are you alright?” Matty panicked, his hand tilting her face up to meet her eyes. “What is it? What’s going on?”

“No-nothing.” She sniffled, rolling her eyes. Both at his concern, and her own dramatic tears. “I’m just- I ….want…” she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. “I’m so fuckin horny. I want to cum so bad.”

“So- you’re crying?”

“No, genius!” She hit his forehead against his chest as if against a walll. “I wanna fuck you so bad but also- I feel so - my tits are so sore. And….I feel so gross and bloated. I’m tired. My legs- feel like I’ve run a marathon. And then a 10K. And then walked up a mountain. But I’m just….so- “

“Horny?”

“So. Fuckin. Horny.” She whined. 

As if her words had flipped a switch within him, Matty’s entire demeanor shifted, wasting no time in providing her with comfort. His hands rubbed her lower stomach as she rambled on about the various, sometimes conflicting, symptoms of periods, expressing in graphic detail all the things that she wished she could do to him if it weren’t for the alarm levels of exhaustion that she’d been plagued with. Matty did his best to be a listener. But he was never good at hiding his amusement, letting his giggling get away from him occasionally. 

“I’m sorry, darling.” He whispered in her ear. “Wish you’d said something sooner.” 

“I don’t- I don’t want the cutesy stuff.” She stated defensively. 

“What?”

“I- know what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna try to make me feel better and feed me chocolate and watch a romcom and get me a hot water bottle….i don’t want that.”

Matty frown. “Hey! I thought you liked when I did that!”

“I did- I do….sometimes. Just- not right now.”

“Right.” He nodded. “Well, what- what do you need right now?”

“Need to cum.”

“I can-“

“But I don’t feel sexy.”

Matty scratched his head. “May I ask….what- how do you feel?”

“Sweaty and huge and like my feelings are half my body weight and also hungry.”

He giggled, taking her in his arms and kissing her. “Very well. I can work with that. I think.”

****

Matty emerged out of their master bathroom, smelling, nauseatingly of a strong mix of essential oils, like the local Lush store had exploded on him. 

“Warm bubble bath should be ready any minute, m’lady.”

She rolled her eyes, hiding her blushing face. “M’lady? Really?”

“Can I get you anything to drink? Something to take into the bath with you perhaps?”

She shook her head. 

“Very well then.” He glanced at his wristwatch. “That give us about…well, I’ll have to do my best work, but I’m up for a challenge.” He grinned at her suggestively. 

“What-“ before the realization dawned on her, he’d picked her up in his arms, tossing her playful back onto the bed. “We’re gonna need a towel for this. Spread your legs for me.” 

[simonisferal]

Happy Birthday to You!

(wanderer) + gn reader

— celebrating hat guy's birthday — a little bit of angst in there, he’s also a little slow :(

After New Years day and when the hype died down, the lack of sleep finally caught up to you. Although you were very good at keeping yourself awake for long periods of times, your eyes constantly felt heavy until you succumbed to the thought of resting.

Your lovely boyfriend, Scaramouche kept you company as you slept, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around you. He melted to the sound of your heartbeat, like it was a sweet lullaby even he could cherish. The warm blanket did nothing to warm him up but it worked wonders with you so he ignored the itchy feeling of it.

Scaramouche was comforted by your slow breathing, your soft snores, and even the way your muscles relaxed the deeper your sleep became. He closed his eyes and wished he could dream about you, dream with you and as time passes, he did just that.

He was cold and shivering when you woke up. Probably because you hogged the blankets, leaving him exposed and it was the middle of winter. Or maybe because he managed to let go of you halfway through the night and didn’t feel you.

He looks lovely on the bed, the sunrise gently caressing his face with its mellow light and warmth. You smile down at him and cover his body with your blanket, tucking him in. Scaramouche only turned slightly as you slid off the bed and exited the room.

The room was quiet. A little too quiet. His hand twitched and his eyes fluttered. It was already day, maybe late 8 or early 9 in the morning. He sat up, groggily rubbing his eyes as he looks over to your side of the bed. You weren’t there, only a messy bed sheet was left from you.

Scaramouche wouldn’t panic. He wouldn’t. He most definitely wouldn’t. It’s not like you’d leave him. You were happy with him. it’s not like he’s contemplating all of his life choices and wondering if you truly loved him or not. That’d be absurd! Very.

He doesn’t even bother to change when he gets out of bed, he needed to know if you were just like the others. The others who promised him to stay by his side, to be his family, to love him. It’s not like he cared about you, he just needed to know if he has to pay the full rent for the apartment you’ve both cared for.

When he walked towards the kitchen, the hallway smelled like warm pancakes and maple syrup. A hint of coffee too. You weren’t possibly cooking, you sucked at it to the point Scaramouche banned you from the kitchen after you almost burned the building down. The smell only got stronger the more he walked towards the kitchen and he audibly gulped.

He turned the corner and saw you in a pink apron, cooking decent food. You’re pretty sure that shocked him more than the fact his favorite movie, Howl’s Moving Castle, and his favorite ice cream, mint chocolate chip and vanilla, were right there in front of him, begging for his attention.

You noticed him, only giving a quick glance because your pancakes were burning. “Hey sleepyhead, how was your nap?” He could only groan and roll his eyes before taking a seat at the kitchen island. He was genuinely worried about you, whether or not his thoughts allowed him to say it, and you were just here, nonchalantly making breakfast.

“It was decent. It’s not like it was energizing.” You hand him a cup of coffee and he took it from you. He took a small sip, it was hot and bitter, just how he liked it. “How was yours?” He heard you hum and he couldn’t avert his gaze from anywhere but you.

”Better than yours.” You set another pancake, waiting for the small bubbles on the raw side before flipping it. Scaramouche sips his coffee before chuckling. “Of course it was—your ass kept hogging the blanket. You know how freezing it is?”

You turn to meet his gaze and turn off the stove. You lean on the counter beside it and cross your arms, “I thought you were practically immune to the cold.”

You see him look away and scoff. “I may not be human but that’s just cruel. I don’t take away your fan when it’s hot, do I?” You plate a pile of pancakes with another cup of coffee in front of him, giggling. He grabs a fork, stabbing it through the stack.

“No, you don’t and I appreciate it.” You set down your plate and drink of choice and stand in front of him with a huge smile. The kind of smile he’d die for. The kind he will never say himself but loves.

Scaramouche watches you drench your pancakes with strawberry jam and syrup. He stays quiet before continuing to eat his own food. “So… what’s the special occasion? You usually don’t cook good.” He looks up from his food to see you staring at him with a dropped jaw.

He honestly doesn’t care about holidays, you’re the only reason he remembers such nuisances. He has a look on his face that you can only describe as full seriousness. You sigh, lifting up his fork and feeding him part of his pancake. “…It’s your birthday, Scara.”

Ah.

He can only blankly stare at you with those purple eyes of his. He honestly didn’t think you’d go through this amount of trouble for him and he didn’t expect you to remember his birthday. He snaps out of his silent trance after a while, biting the pancake from the fork and swallowing it. “It’s not worth this much celebration. It’s just a day, like any other.”

You can only frown but you choose to ignore his negativity. Setting down his fork back onto his plate and leaning back, you say something that absolutely shocks him. “Well, I want to celebrate this day. With you.” You had that smile that melted his heart and he would feel terrible if he rejected the thought of it. The smallest bit of hesitation that he gave you was your answer.

You finished up your food, stuffing it in your mouth as Scaramouche ate calmly. You practically threw the plate into the sink and grabbed the cartons of ice cream into your warm hands. He rose his eyebrow and in response you look back at him with a dumb grin. “I’ll wash them later, come on!”

He could only scoff and stand up from his chair, not even bothering to put the plate in the sink—maybe because he knows that you’ll nag him to ‘leave it as it is’. He follows you to the living room couch, sitting down as you reach for the remote and two warm scoopers for the ice cream cartons.

You lean back on the cushions and pull out three different blankets. Damn, you really prepared all this. He feels you wrap all three blankets around him, the soft and fluffy cloth warming his cold body up. “Since you like to complain about me hogging the blanket, there you go.”

Scaramouche scoffs at your prettiness—he means pettieness but he snuggles closer to you. You hand him a carton of ice cream which he gladly takes. “Are you sure you should be eating ice cream in the middle of winter? You’ll get sick.” He takes off one of his blankets and coats you in it.

You hun, “I won’t, I’m literally immune to the cold.” You show him a flashy grin and he laughs. He takes a small bite out of the ice cream carton. “Sure, and I’m Superman.” He sees you roll your eyes at his sarcastic comment but it doesn’t stop you from hitting the play button on the remote and starting the movie.

You cuddle beside him and you lay your head on his shoulder. He leans his head onto yours as the theme starts to play.

“Happy birthday.”

[waratah-moon]

can I request some dad!eddie?

"If you can't sleep, do you wanna have sex?" Pairing: dad!eddie x mom!reader (gremlinverse) WC: 2.5k Warnings: SMUT 18+ (oral f receiving, unprotected sex - established relationship), mentions of vomiting (sick toddler), tooth rotting fluff, no y/n masterlist / send me a message 💌 / read on ao3

You looked at the alarm clock on your bedside table: 3:03am. Indie had been awake complaining of a sore tummy all night. You'd rubbed her back, given her pepto-bismol, read her a story, you'd even given her some of those ginger chews you kept in the cupboard for when Wayne came over. She'd only just fallen asleep, but you weren't sure it would last.

"How is she?"

"She threw up so she should be feeling better."

"Poor Gremlin, what do you think did it?"

"Part of me is thinking the chocolate milkshake, cheeseburger, apple pie and ice-cream, and two butterfingers didn't mix well together."

Eddie had taken Indie on a daddy-daughter date earlier that night; starting at her favourite diner off I-69 and ending at the arcade. Indie was beyond happy that he’d won her Wish Bear stuffed toy and it instantly took place of pride on her bed. "Yeah that's my bad. I can't say no to her."

"You need to learn," you groaned, rubbing your eyes with heels of your palms. "She'd four, Eds. Her brain isn't connected to her stomach yet."

"I'm sorry, it's those big eyes. She's got superpowers."

You huffed, pulling back the covers and grabbing your book from the bedside table. "Seems her superpower tonight is keeping me awake. I'm gonna go read on the couch."

"Wait, baby," he reached for your waist, pulling himself up so his bare chest was pressed against your back. He pushed your hair aside, exposing your neck. You could feel the faint prickle of his stubble against your skin. "If you can't sleep, do you wanna have sex?"

"Our daughter just vomited, which I had to clean up by the way, and you're asking if I want to fuck you?"

"Was more thinking you could lie back and relax and I'd fuck you, but I'm fine with whatever."

"Oh, sorry, of course, your way makes more sense."

"C'mon baby, please? This is the first night in ages she hasn't slept in our bed."

It was true, Indie had been clingier than usual lately. According to Mrs. Sampson next door that was completely natural for her age group, both her sons went through the same thing at her age. You still thought that maybe you weren’t doing enough, that your increased work hours and relying on your friends for babysitting made you a bad mom.

"I'm not in the mood right now."

"Okay, okay," Eddie stopped kissing your neck, his hands slipping under your tee-shirt to your shoulders. "How about I just give you a massage instead? You've been working so hard lately."

"That'd actually be nice," you sighed as his fingers kneaded a knot from your shoulders.

"C'mere, take your top off and lay down," he pushed the hem of your top over your head and you tossed it aside, laying flat on your stomach.

Eddie began rubbing your back, using just the right amount of pressure to relax your muscles. You groaned when he moved up your spine, his fingers loosening the tense knots between your shoulder blades and at the base of your neck. His hands worked down, sending tingles up your spine when he moved along your ribcage to your lower back. He squeezed your ass through the fabric of your sleep shorts before kneading the backs of your thighs and down to your calves. When he got to your feet, he picked one up, his thumbs pressing into the arch of your foot. He was hitting all the right pressure points; the arch, the heel, the balls of your toes. His touch was making all the days worries fade away. He switched to the other foot, repeating the motions. It was rare that you got to spend this much time alone together, and you were just waiting for your daughter to ruin the moment by calling out. But she didn't.

"Alright, on your back," he instructed. You made a noise of surprise and he added, "I'm not done, roll over."

You did as he asked, and went straight to squeezing your breasts. "Eddie!" It came out as a whisper-squeal, your body tensing.

"What? It's a full service massage, that includes taking care of the girls," he rolled your nipple between his fingers, and it instantly hardened. "C'mon, I know this is feeling good."

You hummed, caving to his motions and you sank back into the mattress.

He pressed his lips to the breast he wasn't fondling, leaving kisses against the skin before sucking on the nipple, his tongue flicking against the bud.

Your hands found their way into his hair, holding him against your chest. "I know what you're doing."

"Hmm?" He caught your eye, widening his in feigned ignorance.

"You're trying to get me wet so I'll let you fuck me."

"I would never," he scoffed, still toying with your nipple. "And the fact that you think so lowly of me that I would purposely try and turn you on for my own gain." He clicked his tongue, "that’s just mean, baby.”

“Save the speech, Brando. It worked.”

His eyes lit up. “It worked?” He noticed your smirk and coughed, raising his brow, “I mean, what worked?”

“Wafer thin ice, Edward,” you pulled his head up to meet your lips and kissed him.

His mouth worked slow and sweet against yours and you could still taste toothpaste on his tongue. He smelled like apricot, the scent of your shampoo that he always said he never used, but it seemed to run out too quickly for just one person. You weren’t mad about it, though. You knew he only used it when he was missing you.

You and Eddie hadn’t had a lot of time together recently, let alone time alone. He’d taken extra hours at the garage and you were working overtime at the office, both trying to put away enough savings to buy your first house.

You lifted your hips as his hands slipped beneath your shorts, allowing the fabric to fall down your thighs. "Wanna take my time with you."

You let him push your thighs open, settling himself between your legs. "Not too long, Eds. I'm tired."

"We can just go to sleep sweetheart, I don't mind."

"No, no, I wanna. Just gentle tonight please, nothing rough."

“Alright baby, nice and slow. I’ll get you off first, okay?”

“Okay.”

He kissed along you sternum, trailing his lips across you stomach and down the inside of your thighs. His hair tickled your pubic bone as he sucked a hickey in the crease of your thigh.

“Eddie!” You hissed, your hand finding its way into his hair and pulling his face up to meet yours. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’ You know what I’m doing. I’m the only person who’s going to see it.”

“I have an appointment with the gynaecologist tomorrow!”

“That’s tomorrow?” He grimaced, eyes sheepish. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s proof your sexually active, right?”

“I think the proof of that is the four year old in the other room.”

“I’ll stop.”

“No, no,” you sighed, smoothing his hair back. “Just some warning next time. Keep going.”

“You sure?” He still had his palms keeping your thighs spread, the light from the alarm clock reflecting in his eyes.

“Yes Eddie! Seriously my vagina is on display here, just please eat me out already.”

“Alright. Can I just say, for the record, your pussy is very cute.”

“Cute? It’s suppose to be sexy.”

“She is sexy! But she’s also cute.” He placed a kiss right above your clit before licking a stripe up your centre. “And she tastes incredible.”

You tried to roll your eyes but the tingling feeling you were getting from Eddie sucking on your clit knocked all the sarcasm out of your body.

He was alternating between licking and sucking, and you knew he was just warming you up. He was waiting for that hitch in you breath, the shuddering of your thighs that would tell him which motion to stick to to bring you to orgasm.

Right now it was the combination of his curling fingers and the circling of his tongue that made your stomach flutter and a little yelp escape from your throat.

“Oh, that’s what’s doing it tonight, huh?”

“Fuck, stop talking, just keep doing that.”

“I love it when you’re desperate f’me sweetheart, really adds to my ego.”

“Eddie I swear to god, please shut the fuck up,” your voice shook, the edges rough. You didn’t mind his dirty talk, but right now you needed him to keep moving his tongue.

He let you push his head close against your centre. As his tongue worked against you, you felt the familiar heat in the pit of your stomach, the heat that made your legs weak and shot pins and needles down to your toes. You breath came out in short, ragged gasps as he held your thighs down against the mattress. He let you ride out your orgasm, only stopping his movements when your breath slowed and your body relaxed.

When you finally opened your eyes, Eddie was staring at you doe eyed, his chin resting on your stomach. “Good?”

You let out a small puff of air through your nose, “C’mere.” You knew he was waiting for you to tell him how good he makes you feel. Even after all these years together he still needed the validation. “That was perfect, baby.” He hummed against your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the stubble on his chin scratching against your skin.

He pulled off his boxers and you could see he was already hard and reddened at the tip, barely visible in the low light.

He pushed himself through your folds, using the slickness of your arousal to ease himself into your tight cunt.

He stilled, the tip of his cock barely breaching your hole. "Shit, baby. I love how fucking incredible you feel around me. Is this okay?"

"Yeah, Eds. Keep going."

He buried himself deeper within you and you let out breath as you felt your walls flutter and stretch around him. "God, I missed this. You feel so fucking good, Jesus H Christ."

He moved to thrust within you, but you held his hips still. "Hang on, just stop a minute. I just want to feel you."

He lasted about five breathes before he groaned, his hips stuttered, "baby it feels too good, I have to move."

"Just give me a minute, Eds," you cupped his face, your thumbs brushing over his cheek bones, guiding his eyes to meet yours. "Just breath." You could feel him sitting deep in your belly, the ridges of his cock filling you out.

"I can feel all of you it's insane."

"That's the point, I love feeling this close to you."

"Sweetheart, I don't think we can get any closer." You wrapped your legs around his hips, your feet resting on his ass and pulling his pelvis flush against you. "Please, just let me cum and we can stay like this for as long as you want."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

It didn't take long for Eddie to finish, only about five minutes of slow thrusts and your fingertips scratching his scalp. He'd told you before that this was his favourite way to have sex; slow and meaningful with you whispering sweet nothings beneath him, touching every part of his skin you could get your hands on.

He kept his promise, staying deep inside you once he finished, stroking you hair. "It's crazy how in love with you I am."

"Yeah? I'm pretty batshit about you too."

He propped himself up on his elbow, raising his eyebrow. "Batshit?"

"Insane. I was trying to be cute," you tried to counter with a pout which Eddie instantly pounced on, kissing it off your lips.

"You are cute. And sexy. So sexy. And smart. And beautiful. And compassionate. And brave. And-"

You squished his cheeks between the palms of your hands and pecked his lips. "Okay, okay, this could go on forever but I wanna sleep so let's clean up so we can cuddle."

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

You'd just fallen into that sweet space between awake and asleep when you heard the door creak open. "Mama?" You sat up to see Indie in the doorway holding her new stuffed care bear by its foot. "I want to sleep here."

Eddie spoke before you had a chance to form an excuse. "Not tonight, Gremlin. Mama's got to get up early for work tomorrow. She needs her sleep."

"Please?" You could tell by her voice that she was jutting out her lower lip, puppy dog eyes wide.

"How about I come sleep with you in your room, that way we can let mom have her rest." He swung his legs over the side on the bed, blinking to adjust his eyes to the light.

"Eds," you knew it would be ridiculous for him to try and squeeze next to Indie on her twin-sized bed, but he insisted it was more comfortable than it looked. Even if he spent the next day wincing and gripping his lower back like an old man.

"Okay. Carry me please?"

"It's only for a couple of hours," he pressed a kiss to your forehead and tucked the covers beneath your chin. "Alright Gremlin, beddy byes time."

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

When six AM finally rolled around, Eddie wandered into the kitchen, his brows furrowed in a wince, bags heavy beneath his eyes.

“Coffee?”

“Please. You know our daughter snores? She gets that from you.”

“I do not snore,” you poured coffee into his mug and spooned in some sugar.

“You absolutely do. Only when you’re really tired.” He made soft little snoring sounds. “Like that, it’s cute.”

You frowned, passing him the mug. “Is your back okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll survive. It’s not the bed, it’s that she starfishes and hits me in the face every time she rolls over. At least when she sleeps in our bed she stays still.”

“We need to get her sleeping by herself.”

“I know, I know. Tonight, yeah? She’s on her own.” He poured some cereal into the bowl you set in front of him. “While I was lying awake with Gremlin’s hand in my mouth I was thinking.”

“Yes?”

“How about we give Steve and Robin some quality Gremlin time and have a date night next weekend?”

“A date night? Can we stay home?”

“Sure. I’ll make that pasta you like.”

“I’ll call Steve later and set it up.”

“Do you think you can wear that little red thing I like?”

“With the garter and the stockings?”

Eddie nodded, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he poured some milk into his bowl.

“‘Course, baby. Anything for you.”

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lemme know if there are typos im tired

[starsfic]

Spicynoodles prompt: since a lot of people write about MK being attracted to Red’s muscles maybe write the reverse?

For example, the gang is at the beach and MK is eating his ice cream but it falls on his shirt and jacket. Red sees him taking it off, but he never expected to see MK has *muscles* and notices his trans scars too.

MK: Red, you ok?

Red: I..I..am… fine……..

The Weather Station attendant looked nervous at the sight of him.

Red Son didn’t blame them. After all, if he were in the presence of such a mighty demon prince, one who had taken over this establishment, he would be nervous too. A hand grabbed his shoulder and a warm chime spoke right against his skin. “Private deck three, please!”

Except he wasn’t a mighty demon prince right now, he was here to hang out.

After everything that had gone down, it was decided that everyone needed a break. Not just one day, like today, but a long break. Thankfully, the universe seemed to agree. Especially with Red’s luck with Noodle Boy gripping his shoulder, his body warm against his.

The attendant relaxed and nodded. “Head up the stairs,” he informed. “We have a free ice cream bar, make your own tanghulu, as well as a private pool-” Before Red could take in the entire list, Xiaojiao squealed, “Free ice cream!” And then he was being yanked past the attendant and up the stairs, Xiaotian laughing as he held onto his other hand.

The private deck was set up very nicely. As stated, there was a small private pool with what had to be the ice cream and tanghulu bar. There was even a control panel to control the weather.

Red decided to ignore that.

He arranged his stuff on one of the chairs. Xiaotian and Xiaojiao had left their stuff on the floor in the quest for ice cream, so he found himself picking up their stuff and arranging it on the chairs next to him. If he took the chance to have Noodle Boy next to him in order to sate the warmth that had been growing in his chest, he was busy at the ice cream bar. He couldn’t say a word.

(He ignored Sun Wukong’s eye wriggle.)

Red sat down on the chair in time to watch the blue man yell “POOL TIME!” and jump in. The pig yelped as the water sloshed over him before the scholar cackled and hopped in. He couldn’t help a snicker at Wukong’s own yelp as he turned his face to the sun and allowed himself to soak.

“Awww, my shirt!” Red looked over at the whine. Xiaotian stood there, some ice cream on his shirt. It looked like chocolate ice cream based on the brown. He whined as he eyed the stain. “Well, this is something that’s gonna go in the wash.” He set his bowl of ice cream down and yanked off his shirt. 

Red felt his hair spark alight.

He was no stranger to being drooled over. He could never forget how wide Xiaotian’s eyes got when he took off his shirt and revealed his toned form. That had sent him onto a cloud of pride the rest of the day. Now, however, it seemed to be his turn.

And what a turn.

The Noodle Boy was slightly chubbier than him, thanks to the pig’s love language of food. That didn’t hide the muscle that was clear as the younger man stretched. Not even the scars littering his form, including two scars under his chest, ruined the look. 

“Red?” Shit, he was looking at him now. “You okay?”

Red nodded and felt his hair spark at a snicker. Still, he couldn’t look away, not with that fine view. “I…am fine.”

Definitely fine.

[hexbimbo]

DBD Favorite Food HC:

Survivors

Dwight Fairfield

Cheese Pizza.

No more no less.

Thinks pepperoni is “too spicy.”

Pizza What! Had 25% lifetime employee discount.

Meg Thomas

Doesn’t particularly care about her diet as much due to her active lifestyle.

Probably needs more calories than the average person because she’s always on the move.

A good hearty veggie burger is enough for Meg.

Claudette Morel

Ham and Cheese Sandwich.

No crust, untoasted, on white bread.

Toasted bread makes her teeth hurt.

Cut into triangles for maximum efficiency.

Jake Park

In the ~lore~ he is shown to have affinity for Korean Barbecue Ribs.

Really enjoys smoked meats and canned veggies

Canned Artichokes. Boom.

Nea Karlson

Energy drinks.

Probably consumed with some rock candy for extra ✨sizzle✨.

Has attempted to down a can and crush it with her forehead (failed)

Laurie Stroade

Apple pie.

Something all American and sweet.

A nice dollop of vanilla ice cream too please!

Ace Visconti

Would probably tell you some fancy name that makes you feel broke.

More likely a home cooked meal by his Mom

Thinks that high rollers shouldn’t be associated with low class dishes of a foreign country.

I’ll go with Alfajores. Especially the ones dipped with a little chocolate.

William “Bill” Overbeck

Tv dinner with a cold beer

Preferably a Salisbury steak one 🔥🔥🔥

Over boiled canned peas with a slice of buttered bread ain’t bad either.

Feng Min

Candy and chips seems too obvious yknow?

~Lore~ also mentions her being an alcoholic but that’s not really a “favorite” is it?

Probably sponsored a limited edition soft drink that she really liked.

David King

Toad in the hole.

“Classic British “cuisine””

Surprisingly not a fan of a good chippy

Too much oil for his diet

Quentin Smith

Yknow those hard candies in strawberry wrapping old people give on Halloween?

Those

Those 💯

Especially ones with little soft center

David Tapp

Chinese food.

Crab Rangoons was always his go too.

Especially slathered in duck sauce. (Sweet and sour)

Kate Denson

Sun flower seeds.

Perfect snack for wildness jam seshs.

Would be trail mix if she didn’t only eat the chocolate.

Adam Francis

Connivence store meals

Have you see the pre-made meal game in Japan?

~Lore~ mentions that he enjoyed spending his weekends at high end restaurants too.

Big fan of Japanese food.

Jeffery “Jeff” Johansen

Pancakes. Maybe with some blueberry if he’s feeling fancy.

Nice slab of butter in between each layer.

Likes the syrup to soak into a the pancakes for a bit.

Beard definitely catches the sticky crumbs.

Jane Romero

Grilled Chicken and Beet Salad.

Sprinkle some walnuts and goat cheese for extra yummy flavor.

Probably enjoyed with a tasty raspberry or apple vinaigrette.

Ashley J. Williams

Edibles.

Relax kid! He’s just joshing ya’!

Cow tails are pretty groovy.

But he wouldn’t say no to a few special brownies.

Nancy Wheeler

She looks boring as hell

Vanilla ice cream with cherry shell.

Not that flavorful but sweet enough it’s a treat.

Steve Harrington

Root beer float.

Mid tbh.

Enjoys the idea of sharing it with someone via two straws at a sleepy diner.

Yui Kimura

Street food.

Takoyaki to be specific.

Her gang spent a lot of time muscling about in the narrow streets of Tokyo. Easy access to cheap and piping hot food.

Likes eating with her hands.

Zarina Kassir

Felt like she wasn’t as appreciative of her “foreign” lunches as she could’ve been as a kid.

Makes an effort to recreate her childhood meals but lacks the “mom touch.”

Always on the move for the next big story, this film maker enjoys celery and carrots.

Cheryl Mason

Dry Cereal.

Just something to pick at through out the day.

Not too sweet either. Something whole grain works for her.

Felix Richter

Heavily salted potato salad.

Boil some proses till tender, throw in some mayo, lemon juice, parsley, dash of sugar, salt ‘n pepper and you, my friend, have got it ON 🔥🔥🔥

The side dish you’re forced to try but end up digging.

Élodie Rakoto

Hachis Parmentier. Served with a cucumber salad.

“Classic French “cuisine.””

About as tasty as you would expect.

Easy to prepare and easy to eat. (Kinda)

Yun- Jin Lee

Fancy foods for the fancy lady.

Western food has a soft spot in her cold, unfeeling heart.

Mushroom risotto and seared scallops.

Jill Valentine

BLT hold the mayo.

Wavy chips make a good side.

Maintains a firm diet.

Leon S. Kennedy

I raise you one: Ham, Cheese, Egg croissant.

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner all in one.

And available at many fast food places.

Had one with a runny egg yoke and - lord.

Mikaela Reid

Lavender Matcha Boba.

Her tastes buds soared.

Too bad it was a limited time promotional item.

Jonah Vasquez

Caesar Salad Wrap with Ranch.

Maybe with a small lil fruit cup.

Overall very healthy 👍.

Yoichi Asakawa

Hamburg with cheese.

I don’t really know a lot about him tbh.

Seems like he has a well balanced diet.

Probably eats it with a cabbage garnish.

Haddie Kaur

Eggs.

Fried eggs served over spiced watermelon rinds are 👌.

Can’t go wrong with an eggs and cheese.

Ada Wong

I can’t really imagine her eating??

My mind says she probably collects antique wine but I can’t really picture her drinking either.

I’ll go with mussoli.

Rebecca Chambers

Macarons!

Expensive? Yes. Shareable? Also yes!

“Oh! Those look just like a smiling hamburger!”

Vittorio Toscano

Cheese and bread.

Maybe- MAYBE a little watered down wine.

Not like a charcuterie board. More Skyrim “going ham on a wheel of cheese and bread”.

Thalita Lyra

Grilled Pineapple.

Dusted with some brown sugar and grilled on an open flame is 🤤.

Likes it tender. Undercooked, firm pineapple makes her sad.

Renato Lyra

Rice. Rice never changes.

Goes well with cheesy stroganoff.

Wash it down with a fizzy drink.

Probably doesn’t eat much else tbh. Classic ‘Tism ���

Gabriel Soma

Due to his memories being fake it’s hard to tell if he actually likes the food or just THINKS he likes it.

Probably likes hotdogs.

His Mom would always get him some to nom on during baseball game.

Hates pork hotdogs.

Nic Cage

Apparently is irl favorites are KFC and champagne.

Sounds about right.

Seems like a memer and would get a baja blast if his kids suggested it.

Ellen Ripely

Freeze dried ice cream sandwiches.

Or crackers.

Likes the crunch and long shelf life both can provide.

Alan Wake

Scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and black coffee.

You ever such a rough morning you gotta process what’s on your plate for 10 minutes?

Likes his eggs salty.

Sable Ward

DIY spooky treats!

“Mummy Dogs” are croissant wrapped hotdogs and “candied eyeballs” are tangulu grapes.

Probably had an edgy phase of “only liking black coffee.”

“How can you even enjoy the natural taste of coffee with all that sugar and milk??”

Killers:

Evan McMillian

Boiled Dinner.

Throw some cabbage, pastrami, and bacon in bag with some seasonings.

(Read: salt and pepper).

Delicious for 1800 palettes.

Phillip Ojomo

Canned beans.

Eating them straight from the can hit different after a long day of crushing cars.

Knows how to open any can with a spoon alone.

Max Thompson Jr

Biscuits and Gravy.

Was usually served the slop version as a kid.

Tries to re-create it a bit more “not bad”.

Sally Smithson

Johnny cakes.

Probably also likes food with not okay names.

Like “Injun Bread” 🫤.

Micheal Myers

Chips and Cola.

Eats more to survive than for comfort.

A lot of victims tend to be teenagers relaxing on Halloween with an assortment of junk food goodies.

Chips in bowl and a half empty cup of cola are very tasty snacks when he’s on the move.

Lisa Sherwood

I’m not sure if it’s ever explicitly said but I head-cannon her as being from New Orleans.

Craw fish is tried and true banger.

Even in her “Hag” form, she enjoys slurping them up raw.

Herman Carter

Black Coffee.

Wakes up early to enjoy some time alone with his mug.

Maybe dips a crostini in.

Anna

Bear.

Anna likes her food in a very particular way, almost OCD with her eating habits.

Refuses to eat until she “earns” the right to eat.

Bear is the perfect challenge.

Bubba Sawyer

Chili.

Add a dollop of cheddar jack cheese on top for a pop of color.

Likes dipping bread into it.

No spoon required.

Freddy Krueger

Apple slices.

A nice juicy apple was refreshing on a hot summers day working in the garden.

Now, the juices sting his skin.

Amanda Young

Fast food.

If you ever worked the morning shift at a fast food place yknow the crack heads be jonesing out in the corner booth.

Post Recovery, I think greasy fast food helps settle her stomach.

Jeffery Hawk

Corn dogs if he’s mad, cotton candy if he’s sad.

Or both if you wanna meet an early grave.

Either way, eats way too much for his body to properly digest and often is constipated.

Rin Yamaoka

Natto.

Sticky fermented beans beloved by Japan.

Kinda icky but it’s a staple there.

Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey

Frank likes hot chocolate.

Julie likes loaded fries.

Susie likes sprinkles.

Joey likes red slushies.

Adris

Mutton and dates.

A holy meal for a holy woman.

Not too sure if the Babylonians had honey ( I think they did) she’d probably slather it on.

Danny Johnson

French fries.

Perfect finger food while typing up the next big story.

Tries dipping it in the blood of his victims to be “edgy.”

Decided against it as it could implement him to the crimes (credit card, receipts, DNA etc).

Demogorgan

Enjoys nibbling on plants.

More of a sensory thing than taste.

They tickle all the right places in its mouth.

Kazan Yamaoka

Pickled Veggies

Great for traveling and very nutritious .

Probably would be a meat dish but I’d imagine he was very disciplined with his diet.

Caleb Quinn

Lambs Fry.

Also likes snacking on bar peanuts.

His favorite part is the eye ball.

Pyramid Head

I don’t think he can eat.

Doesn’t he have a tongue??

Likes flicking it over the inside of his helmet.

Likes the metallic taste of rust.

Talbot Grimes

Haggis.

“Classic Scottish “cuisine””.

Would cry eating it as child.

Also likes hibiscus tea for the anti oxidants ☝️.

Charlotte and Victor Deshayes

Food was hard to come by growing up.

Survived off of scraps.

One time they were lucky to come across very tasty meat.

Their mom said it was “honeyed” whatever that meant.

Ji-woon Hak

Champagne.

Definitely pours it over himself to watch it stream through his abs.

Enjoys dropping a fruit in to dive after.

Nemesis T-Type

Nemesis is technically a meat suit being piloted by a parasite (that’s what his tentacle thing is.)

Kinda feeds off the body it’s piloting.

Like a fungi to a tree (which is bananas, look it up.)

Elliot Spencer

Scabs.

Especially likes the thicker variety that peel clean off.

Bonus points if it’s has that soft, goey white stuff in it.

Carmina Mora

Caldino de congrio.

Hot as fuck.

Eel hits different.

Sadako Yamamura

Rice.

Nothing special.

A plain bowl of rice lightly salted is a good meal in itself.

Maybe a peice of unseasoned fish.

Dredge

Fingernails.

Enjoys chewing on its “hands” and hearing that sweet, sweet crunch.

Sometimes chews on the fingernails of deceased survivors to see if it can taste what they’ve previously eaten.

Albert Wesker

Sultans Delight.

A creamy eggplant mixture topped with some braised lamb.

Doesn’t really take the time to enjoy it.

Give him 7 minutes tops.

Tarhos Kovács

Preserved fish.

The extremely salted filets cook up real quick for a tasty dish.

Was always a treat when he found a barrel of them in his raids.

Adrianna Imai

Guarana.

Enjoys it especially as a mixer.

Her mini fridge is always stocked with some.

HUX-A7-13

“Eating” is an organic thing.

No thanks.

Does have a favorite type of electricity.

Enjoys the smell of carbon.

Xenomorph

Human.

As an apex predators, Aliens enjoy killing everything that catches their eye.

I imagine our Alien in particular developed a taste for human flesh.

Charles Lee Ray

Swedish Meatballs.

Some meatballs are better than others.

But they like, gotta be seasoned super well. Not like a dash of Italian herbs and you call it day.

Unknown

Bone marrow.

Likes to suck them out of chicken bones.

Or human bones.

[lunaecoll]

how the stardew valley bachelors would help you while you’re on your period !!!^^

ALEX ;

- when his mom passed away, he was young, and wasn’t really aware of periods being a thing at all. he learned about it in school in health but it was the bare minimum. he occasionally heard period jokes online or in shows, and because of that his only view on periods was just being extra moody and sad.

- when you started dating, he completely forgot about periods. you were never one to talk about it when you hung out so it always just seemed irrelevant to him!

- the first time he knew you were on your period he felt a little awkward. the thought of you getting your period and y’know, bleeding, didn’t bother him at all actually, but he was actually worried about how you felt. (he had done some research and was horrified about how many symptoms there were.)

- he was hovering over you the entire time, asking what you needed, painkillers, water, some food, whatever you wanted, he would get for u!!

- he offered to rub your sore muscles, or your belly if you’re prone to cramps!

HARVEY ;

- being a doctor he is so knowledgeable about periods, obviously.

- when you got your period and told him, he told you to take it easy, giving you special doctors orders to relax and pamper yourself.

- he tended to you when he was home from work, bringing you home a heating pad and some tea he likes, hoping that will ease you.

- he offers to massage your shoulders or back for you when your sore, and he even has special lotions and oils for massages!

- he makes sure you stay hydrated, always refilling your water bottle, or giving you sports drinks if you prefer them. (he knows it’s not necessarily healthy but he needs you to stay hydrated.)

ELLIOTT ;

- a true gentleman

- he’s pretty educated on periods and menstruation. he keeps a journal of your periods so he knows when you’re gonna start!

- he buys pads and tampons for you, along with anything you want. chocolate, cookies, ice cream, maybe even some gummy worms? he’s getting them all for you. if you want a meal he’s incapable of making, he will make a quick run to the saloon!! he’s DEFINITELY not one to comment on the junk food people eat, and especially when you’re on your period.

- if you’re feeling extra emotional, elliott will gladly listen to you cry and be the shoulder for you to cry on, even if it’s a silly reason. he completely understands if you cry over a show, hell even a FANFIC. he won’t ever judge you. (elliott has cried over books before so he has no judgement)

- elliotts hands are really nice, and they’re VERY warm. if you need a tummy rub, elliott is positively your guy for that. his fingers and delicate and long and his palms are so soft. they’re so soothing, especially when his fingers massage out the knots of tension. (his fingers are great for other things but shhhh..)

SHANE ;

- shane is not naturally someone who is good at taking care of others, and he’s COMPLETELY uneducated on periods.

- after you had to explain it to him he was literally standing there in shock for a few moments. he was horrified for you.

- when you told him you were on your period like a week or so later, he was a little hesitant to offer you some support in fear he would fuck it up somehow.

- shane’s way of helping you is definitely just giving you things. he gives you a lot of snacks and drinks, his shirts or sweatshirts to wear, and he lets you entertain yourself with his games in his room when hes at work.

- when he comes home from work he always has a little snack, which he stole from the back of the mart.. it’s usually pepper poppers that you two share while you talk about your day.

- hes a little hesitant to engage in anything physical though, and it might take some time for him to warm up to you in that sense when you’re in so much pain. he’s worried he’s gonna inflict MORE pain on you T-T.

- it starts with long, warm hugs that linger, his hands resting on your waist as he rests his chin against your shoulder, you two slumping into each other. when you are ready for bed and particularly sore, whether it be your head or belly, he’s wrapping you in his worn down blanket. he rubs his thumbs softly against your temples, or he will massage the sides of your head with his big hands. if your belly is crampy and sore, he rubs his palm against your skin, or idly rests his hand where you said the pain was the worst, acting as a personal heating pad.

SAM ;

- sam is a natural caretaker even if he’s a little all over the place!

- he is pretty knowledgeable about periods, he learned a lot from his mom! so when you cancel plans with him suddenly, texting him that you didnt feel well because of your period, he was immediately sympathetic and offered to come over and take care of you! (he totally respected your boundaries if you didnt want him to come over)

- on his way over, he stopped by pierres to grab some things, an abundance of chocolate and other assorted candies, ice cream, face masks, a new pair of fluffy socks for you, and a few random dvds that he threw in his bag at home before leaving. he also had one of his oversized sweatshirts in his bag, knowing you would probably wanna steal that.

- once he arrives at your place, he presents you his gifts! he is insanely proud of himself!!

- he tells you to go sit down for a few minutes while he prepares a bath for you. when he’s ready, he calls you back. he helps you get undressed, giving you privacy to change your pads and such, before coming back in and helping you into the tub. he washes you down and rubs your shoulders as you just bask in the royalty treatment. after being thoroughly washed and almost falling asleep, he helps you out, dries you off, re-dresses you, and then sits you back on the couch. he brings in all of the goodies and turns on a movie, and he is VERY eager to do a face mask with you.

- if you need anything, like some water or some painkillers, sam gets up right away to get them for you. if you start to get emotional, he holds you and lets you cry.

SEBASTIAN ;

- sebastians actually killer at taking care of you like without knowing that hes great at it.

- he gives you his sweatshirts and (eagerly) lets you sit on his lap as he works. you get the free ASMR of sebastian’s INSANELY nice keyboard and his heartbeat, and you get his warmth. 9 out of 10 times, you fall asleep.

- once he’s done working, he carries you to his bed. if you happen to wake up, he offers to get you anything. he has a stash of painkillers in his room, since he’s very headache prone. whatever you need, he gets it for you in a heartbeat, and if you don’t need anything he will lay down with you.

- he doesnt have a favorite cuddling position, but he really likes holding you. any position that he can hold you is one that he really likes, bonus points if he can see ur face!!!

- most times just laying with sebastian is enough to dull the pain, but sometimes the cramps get more intense. sebastian owns a heating pad, and lets you choose between him massaging you or the heating pad! whichever you choose, he will totally respect that.

- if you feel uncomfortable cause of how gross you feel, sebastian offers to run you a bath, or at least a shower. he is a little timid to the idea of seeing you naked but if it’s for your comfort, he’s willing too.

- though he wont wash you like sam will, he’ll undress you and set out the fluffiest towel for you. he’ll also let you wear his boxers and shirts if it makes you feel better.

- he’ll order food from the saloon for you two to share, and you eat it in his room while you both watch some shitty romance movie that is so painfully cheesy! sebastian may or may not have cried a little bit.. damn sap..!

[109moons]

Here are my days.

5:30am: Lab comes to take blood. All of my bird veins are black, blue, mustard, indigo. If I am still sedated enough, I cry without realizing tears are rolling down my face. The exhaustion is too much to bother acknowledging crying.

7am: Shift change. My night nurse updates daytime of how low my oxygen is and to be careful with my blood pressure. She reminds them that I need plasma at an incredibly specific time to try to influence my INR numbers for the day. Adriana says goodbye for the morning and says she hopes she doesn’t see me later, but we both know I will still be here.

7:30am: Meds. Magnesium drip. Platelets. Potassium. Steroids. Anxiety medication. Muscle relaxers. Blood pressure medication. Nausea medication for the blood pressure medication. Iodine up the nose. Propanol shot down the hatch.

8:30am-ish: Breakfast. Eggs taste like plastic and I cannot have salt. My eyes are dry from my oxygen cannula blowing up in my face.

8:35am then every 15 minutes: Random person from respiratory pops their head in and encourages me to take deep breaths. I contemplate creative forms of murder. My liver hurts. I force myself to pee in a bed pan and act like my kidneys are not shriveled and my back feels like a vacuum trying to strain to urinate.

8:40am: I really do not want dialysis.

9am: Rounds. Pulmonary wants a chest tube. Respiratory wants me to “just breathe��. Hepatology is here and avoiding giving answers about my transplant. My Mom is crying. I am stoic. Nephrology gives themselves more gray hairs and stresses out over my kidneys. Cardiology says things about “shunts” and bubble tests.

I just think about inhaling and exhaling and how badly it hurts with one lung.

10am-ish: Internal medicine comes by and apologizes profusely for the disagreement between teams and why I have not been given a chest tube yet. I usually cry again here. This is the definition of being in between a rock and a hard place, but I’m circling the drain between these places.

11am: Probably lunch. Probably also gross. Probably fighting with my Mom and regretting asking for her support. I would rather be alone.

Twilight zone: This is usually the hours between doctors where I let my respiration get really low and rest. I sip on my protein shake. I nest with my squishmallows and blankets. I journal. I think about the man I truly loved and how when I die, if I die, I have to be sure to not take it to my grave how I feel. The bed feels warmer, pretending he’s here under my fall blankets and surrounded with flowers and creature comforts.

People visit after this usually. I laugh until I can’t because it hurts too badly. I feel self conscious in my pajamas with my dirty hair. I feel like I have to entertain, even though I don’t. I insist it does not make me tired, but it does - but it makes me happy.

5pm: Labs. Time to find another vein to stab. Usually a chest X-ray here too. It feels great laying on a hard board for an X-ray everyday on a ribcage that has been punctured five times in ten days. But please, I know your ribs hurt so bad. Meds. More diuretics. Have to pee every ten minutes. Hope visitors are not here, because I feel less than human peeing in a bed pan with friends here.

Somewhere through the rest of the night, my Mother will decide to remind me that I deserve to be dying. That I am ungrateful, or unappreciative, or I removed the joy from her life. I am humbled and reminded of how small I am. My nurse usually kicks her out then and brings me a cup of vanilla and chocolate ice cream, because who wants to pick?

I’ll slowly chew up my grisly dinner, take my sleeping medication, and get ready for my oxygen to plummet overnight. The bed is exploding with comforts and I know if I go in my sleep, I will be as soft as I was coming in to this world.

Then it will be September 25th, 2023, and I’ll do it all again.

[americancockers]

7 Toxic Food Items for Cocker Spaniels

Hey there, fellow spaniel parents! We all know how irresistible those Cocker Spaniel puppies can be when they beg for a taste of whatever we’re munching on. But when it comes to our beloved Cocker Spaniels, it’s crucial to remember that not all foods are safe for their tummies. In this guide, we’re diving into the world of what your charming Cocker Spaniel shouldn’t be munching on. From the sneaky dangers of chocolate to the surprising no-nos like grapes and avocado, let’s ensure we keep those wiggly tails wagging in good health. So, buckle up, and let’s explore the big ‘no-no’ foods for our canine companions!

Foods Harmful to Cocker Spaniels

Chocolates

The theobromine and caffeine in Chocolates are highly toxic for Cocker Spaniels or any other breeds of dogs. Both chemicals have medicinal properties used as blood thinner, heart stimulants, diuretics, and smooth muscle relaxants. Although chocolates in moderate amounts are good for humans, you cannot feed them to your furry friends. Even a small dose can cause toxicity in dogs causing symptoms like vomiting, muscle rigidity, rapid breathing, seizures, and even signs of cardiac failure and coma.

Fatty foods

Cocker Spaniels have highly sensitive stomachs. Feeding Cocker Spaniels French fries, fried chicken, and other fatty foods can trigger pancreatitis. This can cause severe abdominal pain and vomiting in Cocker Spaniels, requiring immediate hospitalization and IV fluids administration for several days.

If you want to take your dog for a treat, you can take them to a dog-friendly fast-food chain that offers a safe and healthy menu. This includes chicken nuggets, salt-free burger patties, and dog-friendly ice cream and yogurts. However, remember to feed them in moderation as your spaniel still needs its regular dose of healthy fats, so feeding them too much animal fat will deprive them of that.

Mushrooms

Mushrooms are highly toxic for Cocker Spaniels, and some of the species are even deadly. Some symptoms of mushroom poisoning in dogs include vomiting, seizures, tremors, diarrhea, kidney failure, and even death.

Although not all mushrooms are dangerous, it is almost impossible to identify them as there are nearly 100 species of toxic mushrooms in the United States alone. The most dangerous one is from the amanita family, Galerina, and Lepiota species. Removing all mushrooms growing in your yard is better so that your Cocker Spaniel does not eat them accidentally.

Raw Eggs

There are two schools of thought when it comes to feeding raw eggs to Cocker Spaniels and other dog breeds. Some experts argue that raw eggs contain a broad profile of nutrients that is essential for dogs’ health. However, that is not necessarily true, according to others.

This is because raw eggs contain Avidin, a protein that binds with biotin in a dog’s intestine, decreasing the absorption of biotin in other parts of the body. Since biotin is essential for cellular growth, fatty acid metabolism, and healthy skin & coat, a deficiency of this nutrient is never good for dogs, especially furry ones like Cocker Spaniels. Eggs are great for Cocker Spaniels, just not the raw ones.

Raw Fish

Raw fish can cause several health issues in your Cocker Spaniel. First, raw fish may carry harmful bacteria like salmonella, listeria, and parasites, which could be dangerous to Cocker Spaniels and anyone who comes in contact with them. Some people feed their Spaniels with raw fish supplements for Omega-3. If you decide to do that, make sure to buy the supplements from a reputed brand and check the manufacturing date. Also, make sure to freeze the product for at least 24 hours to kill any parasites.

Grapes

Grapes are unsafe for Cocker Spaniels due to their potential to cause kidney failure. Even a small amount can lead to severe toxicity, marked by vomiting, lethargy, and decreased urine production. Research shows that grapes and raisins contain compounds that adversely affect dogs’ kidneys, leading to serious health risks. It’s best to avoid giving your Cocker Spaniel any grapes to ensure their well-being.

Avocado

Avocados are not recommended for Cocker Spaniels due to the presence of persin, a toxin that can lead to gastrointestinal upset and even heart damage in dogs. Research indicates that persin toxicity varies among breeds, but it’s safer to err on the side of caution. While avocado flesh might be less harmful, it’s wise to avoid feeding any part of the avocado to ensure your Cocker Spaniel’s health and happiness.

Related: 7 Vet Recommended Homemade Food for Cocker Spaniels | How long does it take a Spaniel to Digest Food?

Safe and Healthy Food Alternatives For Cocker Spaniels

When it comes to treating your Cocker Spaniel, there’s a buffet of safe and nutritious options to choose from. Research-backed choices include:

Fresh Fruits:

Apples (seedless and skinless)

Blueberries

Watermelon (seedless)

Strawberries (moderation)

Bananas (small portions)

Veggies:

Carrots (raw or cooked)

Sweet Potatoes (cooked and plain)

Green Beans (cooked)

Peas (cooked)

Pumpkin (plain and canned)

Lean Proteins:

Cooked Chicken (boneless and skinless)

Cooked Turkey (boneless and skinless)

Lean Beef (cooked and trimmed)

Eggs (cooked without seasoning)

Commercial Dog Treats:

Opt for reputable brands with natural ingredients

Look for treats specifically designed for Cocker Spaniels

Consult your vet for recommendations

By picking from these alternatives, you’re not just satisfying their cravings — you’re also promoting their overall well-being. Remember, moderation is key, and ensuring a balanced diet keeps your Cocker Spaniel happy and healthy!

End Thoughts

Our curious Cocker Spaniels rely on us to keep their dining experiences safe and enjoyable. Remember, while that last bite of your sandwich might seem harmless, it’s better to be safe than sorry for our four-legged pals. By avoiding the foods like chocolate, grapes, and other hidden hazards, we’re setting the stage for many more tail-wagging adventures together. So, let’s keep their bowls filled with tasty and vet-approved treats, ensuring our furry friends live their happiest and healthiest lives by our side

FAQs

Can cocker Spaniels eat rice?

Yes, Cocker Spaniels can eat rice in moderation. Plain, cooked white or brown rice can be a safe and easily digestible option for dogs, including Cocker Spaniels, especially when they have an upset stomach or digestive issues. It can provide them with easily digestible carbohydrates and be included in their diet. However, the rice should be plain and cooked without any added seasonings, sauces, or spices. It is imperative to get in touch with your veterinarian before making any changes to your dog’s diet, including adding new foods like rice.

Can cocker Spaniels drink milk?

While some adult dogs can tolerate small amounts of milk without issue, many dogs, including Cocker Spaniels, are lactose intolerant, meaning they lack sufficient levels of the enzyme lactase needed to digest lactose properly, the sugar found in milk. As a result, feeding milk to a Cocker Spaniel can lead to gastrointestinal upset, including symptoms like diarrhea, vomiting, and stomach discomfort.

It’s generally safer to avoid giving regular cow’s milk to Cocker Spaniels. If you want to offer dairy, you could consider lactose-free options like specialized dog milk or small amounts of plain yogurt, as these might be better tolerated due to lower lactose content.

What are some best dry food for my Cocker spaniel?

Here are some reputable dry dog food brands that are generally well-regarded for Cocker Spaniels:

Royal Canin Cocker Spaniel Breed Health Nutrition

Hill’s Science Diet Adult Sensitive Stomach & Skin

Blue Buffalo Wilderness High Protein Grain-Free

Merrick Grain-Free Real Chicken & Sweet Potato Recipe

Nutro Ultra Grain-Free Dry Dog Food

Wellness CORE Grain-Free Original Recipe

Remember to choose a dog food formula that matches your Cocker Spaniel’s age, activity level, and any specific dietary requirements or sensitivities they may have.

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Little Things

Pairings: Jake Seresin x female reader. Synopsis: Jake takes care of his girl when she has her period. Warnings: mentions of period symptoms, infertility, depression. This is inspired by a lovely request I got from @callsignmaverick5

You groaned in agony, rolling onto your side and tucking your legs up so you were in a foetal position, hugging your knees close to your chest. The pain grew spreading across your lower abdomen and causing you to tense your muscles and wait for the pain to subside. Your period had been late which had you a little worried for the last few days, it wasn’t that you didn’t want kids. Both you and Jake really wanted kids but your period had come with a vengeance and now you were paying for it. You hadn’t been especially trying for kids, you and Jake had a great sex life, that man was like a horny teenager and could barely keep his hands off you. Closing your eyes slowly you willed the discomfort to stop, easing yourself further under the bed covers as the pain continued. You had been so caught up in your affliction that you didn’t hear Jake and the others come home, all piling into the living room chatting loudly to each other.

“Hang on a minute guys I’m just gonna check on her, make yourselves at home,” Jake said, making his way down the corridor to your shared bedroom. “Darlin’ are you in here?” He pushed open the door and was met with an empty room, minus a crumpled bed with a small figure hiding beneath the covers. “Baby girl, are you ok?” Jake perched on his side of the bed, leaning across and pulling the covers back to reveal your small, hunched form. “Oh, Darlin’,” he cooed, pushing the covers back the rest of the way and pulling you against him, immediately slipping his hand down to cradle your lower abdomen. “I guess it wasn’t meant to be this month,” he said looking down at you through hooded lashes. You could tell he was disappointed and you wanted to apologise to him but another wave of agony ripped through you and you doubled over, leaning into Jake’s side and whining. You could hear the others chatting amorously downstairs and Jake sighed. He had to admit he’d been looking forward to movie night with the gang, but he loved you more and right now you needed him.

“Don’t worry about me, Jake, I’m fine. Go spend time with the others. I know you’ve been looking forward to it.” You shuffled away from him and pulled the covers back up to your chin.

“Not a chance, Babygirl. I'm here for you Darlin’, remember ‘in sickness and in health’,” he used air quotation marks as he quoted your wedding vows, causing you to let out a small giggle.

“Right, I’ll kick the others out and then I’m getting paracetamol, a hot water bottle, ice cream and Bill Pullman and Sandra Bullock and then I’ll be right back, Baby.” You watched as Jake hurried away with his mental list of all your sickness supplies. You heard Jake talking quietly to the others who all complained loudly until Phoenix gave them a piece of her mind and they all went silent, departing your home respectfully and leaving you in peace. Jake was crashing around in the kitchen before reappearing in the doorway with a tray stacked high with all your essentials. He placed the tray down and moved over to you, helping you shuffle forward so he could place more pillows behind your back. He handed you the hot water bottle which you accepted gratefully, placing it onto your abdomen and immediately relaxing into the soothing warmth. Jake set up the DVD and sunk back onto the bed next to you as the titles for ‘While You Were Sleeping’ began playing through the small tv on the wall. It had always been your comfort film, ever since you were a kid you and your mum would watch it whenever one of you was sick and this had been a tradition that Jake had adopted too. He handed you a mug of hot chocolate and two paracetamol, giving you a small kiss on your forehead. “Better?”

“Much better,” you told him, snuggling into his side and cracking open the ice cream, it was triple chocolate which just so happened to be yours and Jake’s favourite. As you ate your eyes fixed on the screen, Jake’s large hand coming down to rest on your abdomen, holding the water bottle in place for you. Hs other arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you impossibly close. These were the times you cherished most with your husband, not the grand gestures or great outbursts of love but the little things like comforting you on your period, doing the food shopping so you didn’t have to, making sure the laundry was done, cooking dinner if he was home early, these were the most thoughtful tasks Jake could perform in your eyes. Now snuggled into his side watching your favourite movie you couldn’t have loved him any more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tag list: @callsign-phoenix @imjess-themess @averyhotchner @mayhem24-7forever @green-socks @alexxavicry @a-reader-and-a-writer @maggiescarborough @callsignmaverick5 @ssprayberrythings @smoothdogsgirl @xoxabs88xox @luckyladycreator2 @abaker74 @elenavampire21 @classyunknownlover @okiegirl24 @flashyourgreeneyesatme @sunlightmurdock @airedale17 @callmemana @shadowolf993 @t-nd-rfoot @topguncultleader @flyboyjake @wkndwlff

[reallyromealone]

"don't worry you two! We will make sure they are safe and have fun!"

(Name) and Eddie were currently babysitting or "watching over" El, Max and Will for the weekend as Hop and Joyce went to go see Jonathan at university for the weekend.

"So I was thinking tonight we would order a pizza and maybe go pick out a movie" (name) said as he let the pups situate themselves, the three all very attached to the sweet Omega as all their parents were either alphas or betas so the presence of an Omega was always nice, especially when it was (name).

The three tweens always loved (name), the man being their protector since they were little and took on that role for any of their friends.

"Do you need help with anything?" Max asked the pregnant omega, the young Omega practically idolized (name) who chuckled sweetly "don't worry hun, you three just relax alright?"

That didn't stop the alphas and Omega from helping the Omega any chance they got and absolutely refusing to let (name) lift the cots or set them up and make (name) sit down and not move a muscle.

After the area was set up the three began figuring out what to order for dinner when the phone rang "can someone grab that for me" (name) said as he struggled to sit up, far to round and the couch to comfortable to get up and Will jumped to grab the wireless phone and bring it to (name).

"Munson residence, whose speaking?"

"Hey angel, you order food yet?" Eddie's voice warm like honey rang in (name)s ears and the Omega smiled a bit "not yet, why?"

"The gremlins wanna come over for dinner along with Robbie and Stevie"

"Alrighty, they staying for the movie?"

"Probably, how goes it on your end? YOU THREE BETTER NOT BE DRINKING ANYMORE COFFEE!" Eddie suddenly yelled out, voice muffled as he most definitely scolded Mikey Dustin and Lukas who made a hobby of stealing sips of Eddie's coffee to piss him off.

"All's good, pups are set up for the weekend and helped me set up their sleeping areas, might go grab ice cream for dessert"

"I know what I want for dessert" Eddie said lowly into the phone and (name) just rolled his eyes, not even bothering to give the horny alpha what be wants "well we better go, tell the ducklings to behave or else"

"Love you baby"

"Love you too"

When he hung up he noticed the pups staring at him giddily "were getting ice cream for dessert?"

"And toppings, I have cravings"

When the four left (name) noticed how they basically flanked him "you want eggos for breakfast Ellie?" (Name) asked the young girl who eyed the frozen waffles with great interest "can I?"

"We can grab you some syrup too"

In the end the kids each picked one thing as a treat along with the ice cream, chocolate and blueberry syrup and ice cream.

(Name) also got a pregnancy craving snack.

When the entire pack arrived (name) was positively preening at the sight of them all and the rest of the kids swarmed him to check on him and tell him about their campaign and such.

It was wild to (name) that they were almost teen-teens and not his little pups anymore.

"(Name)? What's wrong?" Mike asked worried as (name)s eyes watered "you guys are growing up!"

The pups hugged (name), the Omega playing with Wills hair and kissed the crown of Lukas' head, they were already developing their own unique pharamones and the milky scent that came with pups was fading.

He wasn't ready for this.

Eventually (name) calmed down and the pizza came and per usual (name)s eyes were to big for his stomach and slowly pushed his slices to Eddie who kissed his cheek lovingly.

"So what movie you get?" Robin asked as she took a bite, everyone glancing at the metal head who looked proud of himself "the lost boys!"

No one safe for Steve and Will had many complaints as they gathered to the livingroom and made (name) sit his butt down and was handed a bowl of ice cream as Eddie sat beside him and the group all watched the film, entranced by it.

By time the movie hit the mid section (name) was already passed out in his mates arms, snuggling into his chest while Eddie rubbed his belly lovingly "I'm gonna take (name) to bed, be right back" Eddie said softly as he grunted slightly but managed to lift his mate.

Tucking (name) into bed he looked at the man who gave Eddie everything.

A chance.

Unconditional love.

And soon a pup.

Eddie was always in awe at him, the Omega not afraid to indulge in his Omegan habits and still put him in his place when needed not to mention be a good friend and and support for the pups.

He didn't know how he managed to seduce Dustin's brother back in high school but he definitely wasn't complaining.

"I will be back soon baby, sleep well" and with a gentle kiss Eddie left his very pregnant omega to sleep and make sure the pack didn't destroy the apartment.

[themoonsbride]

Boyfriend Jamie taking care of reader when she has period? Making her favorite tea, giving her painkillers, massaging her stomach and just being with her 🥰🥰

I haven't seen anything on tumblr like this before so this should be fun and interesting to write, I also love the idea of this too !

(I'm really sorry I keep writing sort scenarios guys 😭)

Cramped Up.

Summary; Reader gets her period, gains painful cramps, So Jamie takes care of her and attempts to help soothe her cramps as much as he can.

warnings; None!

Requested; Yes !

You were relaxing on the couch in the livingroom of your boyfriends apartment when you needed to go to the restroom, you'd put your cell phone down and gotten up walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind you.

How amazing, your period started. You groaned in annoyance and grapped a pad/tampon and took care of your business, washing your hands and leaving. You grabbed your phone and walked back into Jamie's bedroom where he was laid on top of his covers, propped up against his pillows watching television.

You laid in his bed and distracted yourself for a bit by watching whatever Jamie was watching. You were bored so you just ended up back on your phone again, after awhile of scrolling you felt a sudden sharp pain in your waist and lower belly. you groaned, causing your boyfriend to turn his attention from the TV over to you.

"Everything alright love?" He asked as he sat up a little more while you put down your phone to look over back at him and sighed.

"Can you go get me some ibuprofen?" You asked as the lamp from Jamie's night desk made a sparkle in your eyes, he looked at you with empathy.

"Headache?" He asked

"No, worse than a headache." you moved around trying to find a comfortable position as your pain grew worse as if someone was furiously tugging at your fallopian tubes, causing you to groan in pain again.

At this point, Jamie was starting to catch on that you'd gotten your period as he got up from his bed and headed for the kitchen. He opened the cabinet pulling out the ibuprofen and also getting out a box of tea bags of your favorite tea.

He started to brew the Tea and looked through his other cabinets in search of chocolate or something sweet for you to enjoy in hopes of making you feel better. He looked in the freezer and found some ice cream for you to have and pulled that out as well as scooped it out into a bowl for you.

Once the tea finished brewing, he poured it into a mug and sprinkled the tiniest bit of sugar and stirred it together. He brought the mug and bowl of ice cream back into the bedroom and placed them on the night desk you were laying next too before leaving again to get the pain killers.

He soon returned and handed them to you, You smiled at him regardless of the amount of pain you were feeling at the moment and took them both, swallowing them down with the flavor of your tea washing over your tastebuds.

"Is there anything I can do to help with the pain more darling? Would you like a massage or anything?" He asked sweetly, his voice sounding like honey pouring.

"A massage would be pretty nice actually." You said taking advantage of this moment, You never really asked him for a massage, but when he did do them, they were always so amazing and memorizing to the touch and helped your muscles relax, they could almost put you to sleep.

He smiled and as he gently lifted up your shirt just up to beneath your bra, as his fingers started to rub and sooth your stomach and a little bit of your waist, whilst he was doing you, you started eating the bowl of ice cream he'd given you and enjoying more of your tea.

His fingertips against your swelling skin helped with your cramps, along with the medication he'd brought you. Every now and then he'd even go as far as kissing your stomach to hope it'd make you happier, and it did. It made you blush and have butterflies swarm around the inside of your body to have him be so affectionate with you.

You loved Jamie unconditionally and the way he cared for you, And knowing he loved you to was one of the best feelings in the entire world, if not the best. You couldn't imagine life without him, you didn't want too, so you didn't. The only thing you could think about right now, was how much love you had for him, so much love, even a 3 hour rant wouldn't even be a fragment of your love.

All that mattered was that you had eachother, and loved eachother unconditionally as your cramps died down for the moment, due to the feeling of Jamie's soft fingertips on your skin, and your painkillers he'd brought for you. he kissed your stomach a few more times before kissing your lips softly, and holding you close to his chest soon afterwards.

[mysticalrambling]

Coming Home (C.E)

Chris Evans Fanfiction (Fanfiction Masterlist)

Summary: dad!Chris Evans. Chris comes home to his twins fighting and he scolds them. But he also takes care of their wounds with you and then you all go out to eat ice cream and have a family day.

Warnings: None. Minimum angst but fluff all the way.

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"Where are the kids?" Your husband came and sat right next to you on the couch. It was a shock to him when he didn't see his two little munchkins clinging to his legs the moment he entered the house. It has been kind of their routine from the moment they could walk on their little two legs.

“They are busy playing in their play room. Why are you not happy about it?” You knew that after a full day of shooting, coming home to two energetic kids was tiring and stressful. So you were shocked when he wasn’t glad to have a moment of peace by himself.

“Well, they are a part of my routine now. It feels weird not having them jumping around me.” The three year olds have always been more attached to Chris than you. Initially, you were a little jealous that the twins focused all their attention on your husband but now you were glad. Having a piece of quiet while he handled the children was pretty awesome.

You both had pretty successful careers and when the twins came into your lives, you both decided that you would handle it all together. In the start, each one of your married girlfriend told you that you had to quit your job as the marketing head because being a mom was a full time job. You were scared and when you shared your concerns with Chris, he consoled you and told you that you would both do it all. Having successful careers while being good parents.

“Just spend sometime with me while Emma and Jason are distracted.” Pouring him a glass of wine, you leaned in to him with your head on his shoulder.

“That is a good way to spend my evening. How was your day, sweetheart?”

“It was hell. My boss gave me a project to complete with a bizarre timeline and when I couldn’t complete it on time. He just took it all out on me in front of my colleague.” Today was humiliating for you and you couldn’t wait to get home, drink a nice glass of wine and relax. “Hated it, babe. How about you?

“Well, my co star couldn’t get her part right so we had to do the same scene five times. We are behind on shooting now and I have to get up early tomorrow morning so that we can catch up to the schedule.” Sighing, he took a long sip of the red liquid and felt his muscles relaxing.

There was a moment of silence that enveloped the room and you just basked in it. “A crappy day for us both.”

“Indeed. Let’s do something exciting then.” He kissed you and just when things were about to get heated, a piercing scream interrupted the moment.

“What-What is happening?” He was still in a haze and couldn’t properly interpret anything.

“It looks like your kids are fighting again.”

“Are you going to handle them?”

“Oh no!” Laughing at his incredulous request, you picked up your glass again. “You wanted to spend time with them so go on.”

Chris got up from the couch and went upstairs. Emma and Jason love each other to death but they have been fighting from the womb. Emma is the stubborn one and while, Jason backs out most of the time. Sometimes, he retaliates and it turns real bad, real fast. They were pretty hot headed, just like you.

“What is happening here?” The dad mode was fully in place when he saw his little girl sitting on the floor with hands pressed to a bloody forehead and his little boy trying to console her.

“She pushed me and then I pushed her. Not my fault. But she hurt, daddy.” The panic in Jason’s eyes was evident.

“(Y/N)! Come here, right now!” You scrambled to your feet as soon as Chris’s voice boomed across the living room. “You never hurt your sister, Jason. This is not alright.” The stern voice was new for Chris but the situation required it.

“But, daddy-”

“No excuses, Mister. Now, apologise to your sister and no toys for you for the whole week.” He got in to action with the first aid kit that he took out of their walk in closet. Emma was still crying her lungs out even when Chris tried to console her. She was not letting him touch the wound and was squirming uncontrollably in his lap.

“Daddy, why you always bla- blame me? Hate you.” Hiccuping, he stuttered on the big words and then stomped out of the room. You tried to stop your son but he just ran past you.

“What is- Oh my god!” The blood was now soaking up your little girl’s shirt and she still wouldn’t let Chris touch the wound.

The one thing that your kids inherited from your husband was the fear of blood and stitches. The small three year old knew that a boo boo that hurts really bad will lead to stitches. You knew how to handle all three of your babies in situation like these. Taking Emma from your husband, you hugged her lightly.

“Bubba, I need to look at your boo boo and then you can have the Elsa bandage.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” When she removed her chubby, little hand, you were relieved that the cut was not big or deep. A bandage would just do the trick. You softly hummed a tune in her ears while you applied an antiseptic to the wound and then the band aid. She had tears streaming down her face and she was sniffling quietly. Chris took her from you when you were done and gently rocked her in his arms. He always loved it when both your children seeked comfort in you. It reminded him of how lucky he was to have you. “Where did Jason go?”

“I scolded his regarding this and he threw a tantrum.” When Emma heard Jason’s name, she further curled herself into his chest.

“Give her to me.” Raising her face by holding her chin, you sternly asked her. “Tell me what happened, young lady?”

With a guilty tone, she told you both that she was the one who pushed Jason first. They were both playing with the doll house that Chris bought Emma as her third birthday present. Jason wanted to add his toy cars to the doll house but she won’t allow it. She pushed him first and he hit his wrist on the small coffee table but then he pushed her back. When she fell back, she hit her head on the side of the wooden house.

“You are going to apologise to him, Emma. I told you that this much anger is not alright, bubba.” Chris took her to the twin’s room that had two different themes running through it. Emma was never a fan of the color pink so she went with purple and Jason really loved yellow, so he got that. The room looked like a clown’s den but Chris was never the one to deny his children’s requests. They had his whole heart well, except you.

“Jace, Emma would like to say something to you.” Setting her on her feet, she went towards his elder brother by barely three minutes.

“I am sorry, Jacey. Never should have pushed you. Kiss your boo boo to make up?” He nodded gently when his sister climbed in to the body. Extending the bruised wrist, Emma held it in her hands and lightly pecked on it. Meanwhile, you got a numbing cream for Jason and you stopped in the doorway with Chris and watched their interaction. They were your and Chris’s two little bundle of joys and you both couldn’t get enough.

“I am sorry that I yelled at you, baby. You two will not have your toys for a week. But who wants ice cream right now?” They both jumped at the mention of their favorite treat.

Chris had a way with the children. He completed all their wishes from eating ice cream as dinner or buying the most expensive toys for them. Making them happy was his primary job and he fulfilled it with great joy. However, he knew when to step up. He knew when to tell them no because he didn’t want his children to be some spoiled brats. He knew how to mediate and that was one of the many thing that you loved about him.

“I will get your jackets while daddy will help you with your shoes.” Going downstairs, you placed Dodger’s food in his bowl because you were going to be out for sometime. Chris always turns a simple outing to a full blown family day. A walk in the park, dinner at a high end restaurant and then shopping at the mall.

“Let’s go.” He buckled both the kids in their respective booster seats and made sure that they both had their preferred stuff toys. God knows, if they didn’t have them on their car ride.

The ice cream place on the fifth avenue was your favorite because it was where Chris took you on your first date. Both the children went for chocolate ice creams and Chris cleaned them up after they were done anything. It was so wholesome to watch him perform his dad duties.

“Then Oliver tried to eat dirt and the teacher gave him a time out.” You never understood why your son was friends with that boy because all he ever cared about was dirt.

“That’s why I hate boys. They are dirty.”

“That’s right, bubba. They are all dirty and disgusting. You stay away from all of them.” Gently nudging him with your shoulders, you playfully scoffed at him. He was sometimes very protective of his children.

“Ollie said girls also have icky germs.”

“Yes. You also stay away from them.” Chris was full on laughing at the situation right now because both the kids were in some serious thoughts.

“Okay dadda.” They both started skipping on the side walk and already started bickering about who was their dad’s favorite. He took you in his arms and kissed you on the forehead.

“Thank you for all this, babe. I love you.” He was truly thankful for you and for everything that you brought in his life.

“I love you too. Now let’s buckle them in before they start pushing each other again.”

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: Dad Chris Evans is a dream so I wanted to write a little blurb related to this idea. Hope you guys enjoyed it. You guys can send in requests but I will get to them a little bit later because I am focusing on my drafts right now. Tell me if you guys want to be added to the tag list.

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[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Thunderstruck

Player: Jack Grealish

Warnings: smut, orgasm denial, Jack Grealish is a snarky little fucker, language

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“You WHAT?” Your roommate gaped at you as though you’d told her you’d been to Mars. “You did not.” You just nodded, took a chug of your tea. “Christ on a stick, let me get the good stuff.”

She darted out of the den to the kitchen, and returned with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and a spoon each.

“Details, all of them.” She ripped away the lid and dug her spoon in to take a big hunk of ice cream. “ALL. Of them.”

You rehashed your weekend with Jack in between mouthfuls of chocolate, leaving out the part where you’d both confessed your love to each other. That part you were still figuring out.

“So you what, fucked like rabbits for two days and then…?”

“Left separately so our families didn’t see us.”

“And you’re together? Frenemies who fuck? A situationship? What?”

“I don’t know,” you laughed lightly. “We didn’t talk about it.”

“Unbelievable,” she said. “Is he texting? He’d better be texting. He’d better call you.”

He was texting, and he did call, at one in the morning.

“Don’t you have a flight tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” His voice was raspy, sleepy. Sexy. “Just miss you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” There was silence, save for the rustling sound of bedsheets on his end. “I’m gonna be gone a few days. Might not be able to talk much.”

“I know.” More silence.

“I just… I know we didn’t talk about… us. What this is. I just want you to know I won’t be… with anyone else.”

“No shagging the locals anymore?” You couldn’t help it. He was still Jack, and you were still you.

“Just you,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“You need to go to sleep.”

“Yeah.” He grunted low and long, like he was stretching. “Come over when I get back?”

After you’d said goodnight, you flipped through the few pictures you’d taken of the two of you. You could vividly remember how warm he was next to you, the way it felt to have his arms around you. He’d said you were the only one he was sleeping with. So, did that make him your boyfriend? He said he fucking loved you, idiot, you thought to yourself.

Five days passed at lightening speed, thanks to an unforgiving workload and an incompetent stand-in manager, and you didn’t even realize Jack was to return til you saw his text at the end of the work day. It was just a simple “Home. Come over after work. Pls.”

He hadn’t bothered to send his address, because even when you barely spoke to each other, you’d always known where he was. You were reevaluating a decade or so worth of interactions. He’d always send you flowers on your birthday. Always sent you a present for Christmas. But surely you weren’t the only one he sent gifts to.

The smile on his face when he opened the door made you grin like a kid. “Come here,” he said, lifting you off your feet and burying his face in your neck. “Shit, I missed you.”

“Spent a whole week pining, did you?”

He set you on your feet, staring down at you. “Cried myself to sleep every night. Chilly is sick of me.” He nuzzled his nose against yours. “How was your week?”

“I’ve been so busy I’ve barely had time to think,” you said, and leaned your head into his chest. Suddenly you were aware of your exhaustion. “If my manager doesn’t come back soon I’m going to start a riot.”

He kissed the top of your head, squeezing his arms tighter around you. “I ordered dinner.” The two of you were still for a moment. Your heart rate slowed, your muscles relaxed; you thought you might doze off standing in his arms, til a knock at the door jolted the both of you.

“Speak of the devil,” he said.

Your work clothes were too constricting for stuffing your face with Chinese food; Jack gave you some gloriously comfy sweats and a t-shirt to wear instead.

“Is this weird?” You were swiping bites off his plate, even though he’d ordered you your favorites.

“Is what weird?” He chomped down on a piece of chicken, wiped sauce from his lip.

“This. We just… are we a couple now, then?”

“I guess.” He gave you the last piece of his broccoli. “Want a beer?”

You watched him into the kitchen, grabbing you a beer each. He was so… chill?

“Jack,” you said, and he said your name in return, the mocking shit. “Jack we have to talk about this.”

“Do we?"

You wanted to hit him, and kiss him. “So we’re just in love now, that’s it?”

“Yeah.” His eyes met yours when he returned to your side, his face crinkled with a smile. “That good with you?” You couldn’t help laughing. “It’s settled then.” He clinked his bottle against yours and took a long drink.

You propped your arm on the back of the couch and let your head rest in your hand. A month ago you would have sneered at the mention of his name, and now you could’t take your eyes off him. “Jack.” He looked over at you. “Did you miss me?”

“Thought about you every minute. Bit of a distraction, really, probably my worst performance at camp in years.” He turned his body towards you, reaching to twirl your hair through his fingers.

“What’d you think about?”

He tucked his hand behind your neck and squeezed, pulling you closer to him. “Kissing you, mostly.” You felt his kiss down into your toes, soft and lazy. When he broke it he let his lips graze over your cheek and press into your forehead. “The way you smell.” His arm dropped over your shoulder, hand splayed over your ribs. His other hand stroked over your knee. “How hot you are when you’re pissed off.”

“Oh yeah,” you said. You hooked a leg over his to shift yourself more onto his lap. “That all?”

“Hmm,” he hummed, letting his fingertips brush over your breast. You felt your nipple harden at just that barest touch. “Thought a lot about how your pussy feels when you come on my cock.” Your belly tightened, breath already shaky. The hand on your leg was stroking higher.

“Bed.”

His mattress was a cloud, the sheets silky soft on your skin while he stripped you down, eyes glazing over when he sat back to drink you in. “Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.” You laughed nervously. His gaze was so intense.

“Gonna stare at me all night, Jackie?”

“Shutup,” he smiled, and leaned over you to claim a soft, heated kiss.

“Still can’t call you Jackie?”

“Never.” He bit at your lip, swallowed your gasp when he pressed himself into you. A growl hummed through him when you rocked your hips up to him. “God, I just want to be inside you.” He shoved his pants and boxers down his legs, cursing when they tangled round his ankles before falling to the floor, and your giggle died on your lips when he speared into you, replaced with a “fuck, fuck, fuck.” He was so thick, seated so deeply in you it took your breath; his arm was hooked tightly around your waist.

He said your name softly, his breath passing over your ear. “Is it too soon to ask you to move in?”

“A little,” you managed to breathe out as he pushed up and away from you. He pulled his lower lip between his teeth, staring down at the joining of your bodies. He flexed his abs and his cock twitched inside you, sending a shudder through you and drawing a shallow gasp from your lips. “Tease.”

“Not teasing, love.” He swiped his thumb over his tongue and stroked slowly it over your clit, another jolt of pleasure piercing through you. “Just taking my time.” He pushed his hips into you, barely moving but giving you just enough friction to make your breath hitch. You were near trembling, but he just lazed his thumb across your clit, the ghost of a smile on his face when you started to squirm and he flattened his against your belly.

“Make me come, Jack,” you groaned. “I thought you missed it.” You clenched your walls around him in a fleeting moment of control; he jerked against you, a heavy grunt In his throat, before he lowered himself over you again.

“I did,” he mumbled against the soft skin of your neck. “I think I can wait a bit longer, though.”

You cursed at him, pulling hard at his hair. “I hate you.”

He chuckled low in your ear. “This doesn’t feel like hate.” He snapped his hips into you and stilled, circling your clit once, twice, three times before snapping into you again; he repeated the tortuous cycle again, and again, the tension in your body agonizing but fucking hell did it feel good. He worshipped your body, mouthing at your skin and groping at you with the hand not toying your clit, murmuring how much he adored you as he did. You were set aflame under his touch.

“Jack,” you whimpered in a broken voice. “Jack, please… please let me come, please.”

He thumbed you without pause then, determined, rhythmic circles over your swollen clit til your breath came in shallow pants and your hands clawed at the sheets, his name a pathetic plea on your lips.

“So tight,” he grunted, “Your pussy’s so fucking tight, baby.” His eyes were again locked on his own cock moving excruciatingly slowly in and out of you; his muscles strained with the effort of containing his own climax. You were so close, so close, if he’d go just a little faster and a little harder…

“Baby,” you nearly wailed. You threw your hands over your head to clutch at the headboard and force yourself harder down onto him, frantically trying to increase the friction of him against you. You were near tears, and with a burst of energy Jack slammed into you, pumping in and out of you at a frantic pace, stroking your clit til you finally broke, wave after wave crashing over you as you sobbed with relief. Jack abandoned your clit to grip your thighs as he chased his own release, fucking you roughly through the last of your orgasm.

“Fuck, gonna come, gonna… fucking… fuck….” His last thrust was bruising, his face contorted as he spent inside you, mouth dropped open in a crooked O before he fell into you again, the both of you grasping for air and each other. “Hate me, eh?”

“You’re such an asshole,” you laughed weakly.

He sighed into the kiss he pressed to your lips. “Will you stay the night?” You nodded, making a mental note to just call off work tomorrow rather than try to dash home for new clothes. “Good.” Another kiss.

You’d have to push him off eventually, shower, find a toothbrush. Have serious discussions about when to tell your families and whether and when to go Instagram official. For now you let him kiss you, and tell you how much he missed you. Loved you.

[maozne18]

from @aesterblaster kenyu x yn <long distance relationship> where kenyu makes a suprise visit on valentine's ?

How Beautiful, You Dancing On The Light

Author's Notes: Nah cause this was such a cute idea how could I not write it

Word Count: 1.1K

Pairing: Kenyu Yukimiya x Gender Neutral Reader

Content Warning: Not beta read, long distance relashionship

On AO3

You open the door to your small one bedroom apartment and put your groceries on top of the table in the living room where you also have breakfast. Tomorrow is Valentine’s day and you decided to go to the grocery store to stock up, chocolates, ice cream and cookies, you got everything you need for the lonely day ahead. Your boyfriend, Kenyu Yukimiya has been a pro for two years and he is all across Japan practicing with his team in Osaka, the Cerezo Osaka. You both did your best as far as long distance relationship goes but when there are special days like this you can't help but feel the way your heart tightens as just the thought of not being able to spend it with your partner.

“Hey” you smile and your worries fade away as soon as you hear the other side pick up.

“Hello, love” Kenyu coos through the phone and your heart melts.

“About tomorrow, I’m sorry I can’t go down there to see you” you start as you pout but you only hear Kenyu laugh lighty.

“It’s completely fine, I won’t pressure you into spending money to visit me” he continues laughing innocently but your pout deepens.

“Not fair! I will spend my money on you however I see fit!” Your pout fades away into a small smile.

“Don’t worry about me, worry about your studies, when I receive my next paycheck I will go there” you look down as you touch the necklace he gave you, a simple silver thread with a medallion that has his initials carved into it.

“Honey…” you sigh, you want to share the struggle of a long distance relationship together and not be a distraction and a burden to Kenyu.

“Don’t think about it too much, alright?” Kenyu tries his best to comfort you and you relax when he switches to how his training is going. Hearing your boyfriend talk about his passion helps you forget about time and space, even if you don’t understand it. You get into your bed and fall asleep as you usually do as you hear his sweet voice tell you stories that have diverted more into fairy tales of you two together.

When you wake up next morning with your phone battery dead and your day clothes still on, with no Kenyu in sight you sigh. You get up, take a shower and put on some red booty shorts with a black t shirt and a zip up hoodie, you eat and clean everything up. When everything is set you sit on your couch and turn on the TV to check the news but all you see is romance movies in celebration of Valentine's day and you pout as you hug your pillow in loneliness. You're about to fall asleep in your tears before you hear the doorbell ring. You perk up thinking it might be some of your friends that are going to drag you out of the house for a nice day out. You head for the door with a smile but when you open it your eyes become huge and tears nearly form on them.

"Baby!" You yelp before jumping on top of Kenyu, that is on your doorstep with a backpack behind him.

"Hello, sweetie" he coos to you as he tightens his arms around your back and you gasp at the pressure, lifting you off the ground, he has put on some more muscle since last time you met in person.

"Hi!" You say as happy as ever as you cup his face and smolder him with kisses all over his face as he giggles.

"I missed you too" he laughs as he returns the kisses. He puts you on the ground and you un-cling your arms from him.

"Come on him" you make way for him to walk inside. As he unpacks and takes off his coat you decide to text your friends just to warn them that you won't be free to hang out today, with them being a little worried but reassured when you let them Kenyu made you a visit.

"How long are you staying?" you coo as you gravitate towards Kenyu and he grabs you as he swings you around slowly in the small living room.

"I got three days" he smiles gently down at you and you give him a big toothy grin, the happiness your feeling taking over you. You remember all of the treats you got yesterday and get them ready. As soon as Kenyu is all settled in.

"Yuki, marathon time" you bring the snacks over to the living room and show them to him, he laughs as he helps you settle everything on the table.

"Come here," Kenyu sits on the couch and opens his arms, requesting you to snuggle in with him, and what kind of partner would you be if you didn't oblige with such a request. You grab the remote and cuddle with your boyfriend, letting your head rest in his chest as you listen to his quiet heartbeat.

“Miss me much?” He giggles.

“Of course I did” you tighten your hold on his torso as if to affirm your feelings. You grab the remote and put on Boku no Satsui ga Koi wo Shita, the latest drama you found and have been dying to watch. It was amazing that Kenyu also liked these sweet romance stories or else you didn't know what you would watch together.

“How have you been holding on?” He asks, always concerned for you.

“I’ve been fine” you laugh and ask him how he has been as well, hoping he will talk about his family or friends, instead he starts with;

“Amazing, we have been winning every game-” you straddle Yuki’s lip while you pout.

“Yuki, please no football talk” you pout, knowing the sport is important for him but you had a limited time together, you could not afford to waste it while listening to him ramblin over things you do not understand.

“I’m sorry, but I really don't understand anything football related and we have little time together” you pout and explain when you see him get a little demotivated.

“It’s alright” he lights up when he looks into your eyes and doesn't see a trace of evil, but only tenderness and love making him melt instantly. He flips you around, letting your back hit the couch and now he’s the one to rest his head on your chest, you smile softly down at him as you kiss his head and run your fingers through his short curls.

[startanewdream]

Written for @efkgirldetective's Summer of Jily Prompt #7 (Ice cream + "I don't want anybody else touching you like I do).

Tumblr exclusive at the moment because I don't have a title and the 'happy ending' part of the 'angst with a happy ending' was lost somewhere.

Rated M.

I will love to hear your thoughts about this!

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I.

She is at the end of her round, going towards his cabin—her friends’ cabin, though Lily knows exactly who she is hoping to meet there—when she hears it.

‘—and Potter, what a waste. He won’t ever join him.’

‘We should just wipe him away. Blood traitor, muggle lover—’

‘You mean mudblood lover, Severus?’ Avery’s voice is tinted with malice and there are snickers around. ‘Potter and Evans seem pretty close nowadays. Do you think she gives him everything she denied you?’

‘I would never filth myself,’ comes Snape’s cold reply. ‘If he is tainting his blood, all the worse for him.’

Taint his blood. Is this what Lily’s presence does to James? Is she putting him in a danger he didn’t need to be just by being closer to him?

It’s Snape’s words and she shouldn’t listen to him—the days where she would hear him, would admire him, are long gone—but when she finally reaches the cabin (when James grins at the sight of her, bright and warm, and her heart skips a beat and Lily has to smile back), she sits away from James.

‘Anything wrong?’ he asks, familiar enough to read the tension on her face.

‘No, all normal,’ Lily says, and it’s the first lie.

______

II.

It’s summer and everyone is out of age now and apparating makes things so easy that Lily finds herself less and less at home during that break.

She tells herself it’s because she is avoiding the presence of her sister’s annoying fiance; she blames the fact that Dorcas has a beach house and it’s so much better spending days swimming and tanning; she even goes introspective to blame the pressure of the war looming over them in a way that means she needs to enjoy the last summer break before real life gets them.

But she knows the reason is James.

She finds herself gravitating towards him, unable to resist that attraction even as she knows how dangerous it is for him. Once or twice Lily thinks of telling him about it, of warning how he is stupidly raising his stakes by being near her, but she gives up only for the fact that this (might drive him away and she doesn't want it, not really) would probably just make him want to be even closer to her.

And they are already alarmingly close.

Once Lily would have been repulsed by that idea, but one year later everything has changed—James has changed—and everything about him appeals to her. The way he cares for everyone around him. The way he smiles patiently whenever he is explaining something. The way he grins as if to invite the world to share a great funny joke with him. How he runs his hand through his hair when he’s nervous. How he is so expansive that he seems to occupy any room he is in. How he loves flying, even more than Quidditch, and how relaxed he seems when he is on a broom. How he talks to her, taking it seriously when she needs to and making a joke when things get too serious. How he opens up about his own life and doubts and listens to her.

That would make them friends, really good friends, but then Lily’s heart would not stop racing when he’d touched her hand, or when their knees would bump while sitting closely in the library and then she was forced to note all the physical aspects—the muscles of his arms, the shape of full lips, the line of his jaw, the hazel kaleidoscope of his eyes and how fit he was—and give up any belief her feelings were limited to a friendship.

She fancies him, okay.

Except it’s not okay, because it’s dangerous and by now Lily is positive that James knows it too. Everyone knows it.

They end up together, just the two of them, a lot during that summer. It takes Lily a few days to realize it’s not a coincidence that her interests never align with those of her friends—if she wants to swim, somehow it’s only her and James in the sea; at night, even though it’s still so warm, they are the only ones who venture into the pool for a midnight swim, while the others stay stubbornly indoors.

When Lily suggests going to town to grab an ice cream, somehow James is the only one who is in the mood for it, despite the heat.

It’s not on purpose from his part—at least that’s how Lily sees it—but he isn’t refusing her company either and neither is she refusing his, so James’ boldness flourishes that summer. It’s not cocky as it once would be, it’s just a quiet acceptance that something is finally happening between them as if he never stopped believing it would be possible. Lily feels it when he throws his arm around her shoulders when they are sitting close, almost absently, almost not noticing when Lily lays her head over his shoulder; it’s there when he openly gawks the first time he sees her in a swimming suit, only to be nudged in the ribs by Sirius and then complimenting her ('good thing you wear robes at school, Evans, or there wouldn’t be much schoolwork done'). It’s definitely there when he intertwines their hands, pulling her to the sea with him.

And it’s there when they are sitting closer than they would need for a bench so wide, watching seagulls flying over the sea, each one holding an ice cream.

‘Chocolate chips with chocolate cover and chocolate sprinkles,’ James teases. ‘I think you have an addiction, Lily.’

‘Guilty,’ she replies, not ashamed at all, proving her ice cream and very aware of how James is staring at her. ‘It’s better than asking for vanilla ice cream.’

‘Hey!’ He would look deeply offended if not for the grin on his lips. ‘I’ll let you know vanilla is the best flavour.’

‘Never took you for a vanilla guy, James.’

‘What would take me for? The adventurous gorgeous type?’

Lily laughs, but she doesn’t answer. She doesn’t want to lie to him and deny it.

‘Attractive mysterious type, then?’ he insists. ‘Handsome scoundrel?’

‘I notice your beauty is enhanced a lot.’

‘My beauty? So you admit that I’m beautiful, Evans?’

‘Do I need to? You seem to already know it.’

‘I enjoy hearing you saying all the same,’ he says, and though James shrugs easily she can sense the shift in his eyes, the nervous glint there. ‘That means we would make a beautiful couple.’

‘We would,’ she whispers, still not wanting to lie.

She turns back her attention to the ice cream, already melting under the scorching sun. It makes a mess, and James laughs as she tries to lick the ice cream out of her hands, but then his laugh dies and she watches him swallow slowly, reacting. He always reacts to her.

She licks her lips now, and he also watches this movement, the grin on his face replaced by concentration—no, determination, a fierce look and Lily knows what James will do even before he raises his hand to slide his thumb at the corner of her mouth.

‘You missed here,’ he says, and though he must have wiped off the ice cream already, his caress remains.

His eyes are dark now, even under the sunlight, and he registers how Lily hasn’t stepped back, how she raises her head just the slightest to get closer to him. His gaze strays to her lips, Lily blinks, and then James looks back at her.

‘Lily,’ he says, and it’s a question.

‘James,’ she says, and it’s the only answer she can give him.

His lips find hers and in the bright darkness that surrounds Lily when she closes her eyes, she can see everything in colour. The white of his taste of vanilla. The green of his perfume that reminds her of early mourning in the woods. The brown of his skin as he pulls her closer, one hand holding the back of her neck and the other hand finding hers, locking their fingers together. The red of her blood pumping furiously through her veins, so loud and unstoppable.

And she sees him, messy dark hair, hazel bright eyes, her own sun.

But when they break apart, when she watches him keeping his eyes closed a second longer—savouring it, remembering it—, all that comes to her mind it’s the warning.

Taint his blood.

Her smile falters.

‘James,’ she whispers, all warmth of the day gone, hating everything but herself so much more when he opens his eyes and they are filled with hope. ‘This doesn’t mean anything.’

And this is the second lie she tells him.

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III.

Summer is over as far as Lily is concerned, but they still have two weeks in which she forces a smile up to her lips that doesn’t fool anyone.

Everyone knows something happened, though no one knows exactly what, and Lily feels too tired to pretend everything is normal. James barely acknowledges her when they are in the same room, and in the few occasions their eyes meet, there is nothing of that familiarity that he once thrived to share with her. He looks confused and hurt.

Lily could deal with the confusion but she is powerless against the hurt. She is the one who damaged him after all.

Their friends are mostly adamant in letting them deal with the situation, one notable exception being Sirius Black, but Lily didn’t expect anything less from him. He watches her rather resentfully in the first days, and Lily starts looking for excuses to avoid attending the events she had carefully arranged with them (with James, sitting by the edge of the lake, holding a scroll against his back as they wrote everything they would do, laughing and planning and hoping).

The summer days are hot, unbearably hot, and the breeze that comes through the window of her room isn’t enough. She could cast a Cooling Charm, but her wand is far away and the fact that she can cast spells outside school has lost its appeal now. She doesn't even celebrate when her school letter comes with a badge attached to it.

Most of the time Lily just stares at the ceiling of her room, finding patterns in the painting that aren’t really there, too strained and too tired to avoid being even more strained—her mind keeps replaying the moment James leaned closer, the brief moment his breath tingled her skin and the softness of his lips over hers, and Lily has no strength to avoid it. She is addicted to it, to the one thing she had a taste of and cannot have again.

Five days into hiding (she is hiding, Lily won’t deny it), her sister knocks on her door to tell her unceremoniously that one of her freak friends has come to visit her.

‘Hurry, I don’t want Vernon finding him when he arrives,’ Petunia tells her, and Lily ignores her completely.

Him, she said. Him, Lily thinks, and her mind conjures James sitting on the couch of her parents’ living room, a grin on his lips as he charms his way with her parents (he charmed her, Lily doesn’t see what challenge her parents would present), accepting a cup of tea and looking around trying to understand all the muggle contraptions in that muggle house—

Muggle lover. All the worse for him.

She rushes downstairs, her heart pounding on her head, her mouth dry with the excuses she will have to present (go away, just go away) but it’s not James after all.

Sirius looks even more out of place than the James she imagined inside her head, standing with his arms crossed in that pastel living room, and with an unhappy grimace on his lips. He turns at the sound of her, his grey eyes burning disapprovingly—and then, as he stares at her, his expression shifts.

‘You are a mess, Evans.’

Self-consciousness washes over her, and Lily runs her hand through her hair—or tries to, because it gets stuck in the knots of her messy braid. She knows she hasn’t changed clothes ever since she woke up, though it’s nearly midday, so she does the only thing she can: she presses her lips, crosses her arms and tries to look unfazed.

‘I wasn’t expecting a visit,’ she says. It’s summer break, she can do nothing all day.

‘I didn’t even mean your appearance. It was more your… aura.’

‘Aura,’ she repeats, a tiny part of her finding this amusing, but Lily can’t muster strength enough to break a smile. ‘Very mystical, Sirius.’

‘That’s me, master of occult arts. But in this case, I just needed to look at you. You—you look miserable.’

‘Thanks. If that’s all you wanted to say—’

‘Oh, no, I came here to give you a piece of my mind about how you broke my best friend’s heart, but you look somehow worse than him. What’s going on?’

Lily shrugs. ‘Nothing.’

‘So you just decided to play with his feelings and ditch him the moment he corresponded?’

His words are a poison that crawls through her skin, entering it slowly but certain; Lily feels it reaching her bloodstream, spreading through every part of her body, until the poison finds her heart. She thought she was oblivious to pain after the last days, but she was wrong.

‘I wasn’t playing with his feelings,’ she whispers, her voice hoarse, so close to breaking.

‘Then what? I thought—everyone thought—you fancied him too. Merlin, Evans, that boy was in love with you.’

The worst part is that Lily knows it. It was not a play to James, it never was. She saw it in the way his face lighted up at the sight of her, how eager he was to become friends once Lily first extended her peace flag. She saw how his eyes always looked first for her in any room he entered, how he’d find any reason to stay closer.

And she saw everything because she was paying attention.

Of course she was. One does not fall in love also if not paying attention.

‘I don’t know what to say, Sirius,’ Lily says truthfully. ‘I am sorry for all the confusion I’ve caused.’

‘Sorry is not enough.’

‘I know.’

Sirius watches her with something that borders on disappointment now. ‘You better find a way of fixing this, Evans.’

‘I—I don’t know how. I’m trying to keep my distance—’

‘And how is that helping you two?’

It’s not, Lily knows, and that’s the point. She can’t explain to James what is the problem and she is afraid that if she sees him again, if her determination falters her for one second—

‘We are going to have a party tomorrow night,’ Sirius says, his voice leaving no room for argument. ‘Dorcas’ house. It’s a goodbye party, we even invited the muggle neighbours. You’ll come, you’ll find James and you’ll talk. Fix this.’

‘I can’t.’

‘You better find a way, Evans, because that thing of keeping your distance? Well, Hogwarts letter came yesterday. Let me guess, you are Head Girl.’

Lily nods, not understanding where Sirius is heading with this.

‘Guess who’s Head Boy this year?’

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Lily hears the music as soon as she disapparates near Dorcas’ house. People, young people around her age, are walking towards the house and she joins the flow letting herself get lost in that stream of people, hoping it’s enough to not draw attention to her presence.

It’s useless. As soon as she crosses the doorway, Dorcas cries for her, her voice louder than the music, and then people look at her curiously.

‘Merlin, Lily!’ Dorcas cries, ignoring everyone in the room to whom that sentence makes no sense. ‘I thought I would need to invade the Prefect’s Cabin to see you again.’

‘Sorry, sorry,’ Lily says, accepting Dorcas’ hug, and using it as an excuse to avoid looking around. ‘I had stuff to do.’

It’s vague, it’s almost a lie, and Dorcas is on the edge of discussing it when Lily says she is going to get a drink, leaving the room.

When she reaches the kitchen, Lily considers that having herself questioned by Dorcas was preferable, because of course she runs into James at the first opportunity.

And of course he already has a company.

He is with his back to her, holding a bottle of beer in his hand while he talks with a pretty dark-haired girl. In another time Lily would find amusing how James obviously has no idea what he’s talking about—muggle rock bands, a subject that Sirius would fare better—, but she can’t break a smile right now, because she sees that James is trying.

That’s what he is doing with that unknown girl. He is making a real effort to keep a conversation, trying to understand what she is saying; he is trying to look interesting, to gather her attention.

Ten days, she thinks selfishly. We kissed ten days ago and I can’t stop thinking about it and you are flirting with another girl.

He must sense her staring; he turns around, and his eyes find her for a brief second before Lily bolts through the door (she is running, and she won’t deny it), grabbing the first bottle she sees on her way out.

Sirius must have lied to her (you broke my best friend’s heart), because James looks normal. Not hurt anymore, just… normal. Not like he used to like her in those first glorious days of the summer—bright and hopeful and awaiting—but as if she is just anyone else. Ordinary.

It’s fair, all things considered. She couldn’t expect him to remain in love with the girl who kissed him then rejected him. But she sees it, clearly as day, what the future holds: James will move on whatever he feels for her (that boy was in love with you) and then he will do with someone else everything he used to do with her—that inviting grins, the glint in his eyes, throwing his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer, so… intimate. Familiar. Hers.

He will share with others what used to be hers.

She leaves the house, in search of a quiet place at the beach to sit on, and looks at the bottle in her hands. Wine. Not good. She will take forever to get drunk on wine and afterwards the headache won’t even be worth it.

But it’s all she has and James is somewhere in that house flirting with a girl (that’s not her) that didn’t reject him and he has every right to do it. Even if it’s a muggle girl. Even if the reason Lily is not with him is that she is muggleborn.

It’s ironic and it’s sad, but it’s not the same. This is a one-night thing. It’s the end of the summer, he’s probably just looking for the last bit of carefree summer adventure as the single guy he is. They will just dance with each other, close together, enjoying their freedom, finding a secluded room, and he will touch the corner of her lips, asking, and she will say yes because that’s the only answer she can give him.

It won’t mean anything, but this time it will be true and this time James won’t get hurt by it.

Maybe Lily should do the same. Not to get even, but to start her own way forward. She can’t be harbouring her feelings for him—wasn’t that the point of not advancing things? Wasn’t that why she lied to him? (That kiss had meant everything)

She takes a sip of the wine, then another and one more for good measure, and she rises, almost colliding with him. Of course.

‘Hey,’ he says awkwardly, arms extended to steady her. It lasts less than a second, but his hands over her arms burn all the same, stronger than the heat any day of that summer.

‘Hi.’

He is looking at a point over her head, unable to meet her eyes, his hand lifting the hair at the back of his head and Lily remembers running her fingers through the strands of his hair while they were kissing, enjoying the fact that for once she was the one messing it.

‘Look, I’m just gonna say it, okay?’ James says in a rush, not as when he is excitedly talking about something he finds interesting. ‘I’m sorry for—for everything.’

Everything. What does it mean?

‘I am too,’ she answers carefully. He takes a deep breath.

‘I heard we are going to be Heads this year—I don’t know what Dumbledore was thinking, really—and I don’t want things to be weird between us.’

Weird. Things were never weird between them before. They weren’t friends, then Lily barely stood him, then they were acquaintances, then they were friends, then they were flirting with each other and then they were so close to something.

But never weird.

Somehow this notion helps to clear the fog in her head.

‘I don’t want it either,’ Lily says, and there is no doubt in her voice. James seems to breathe again with her words.

‘Good.’ There is a moment of silence. ‘Can we forget everything and go back to being just friends?’

Lily steels herself. She takes a look at James’ face—his eyes are on her forehead now, almost meeting her eyes but not yet ready—, one last look to admire him in the darkness of the beach and she is not lying when she says: ‘We can.’

By the end of the night it will be a lie, though, and that’s number three.

___________

They are trying and because no one tries better than James Potter, they are almost achieving it.

They go back to the house, keeping a safe distance between them so no one could misinterpret it, but whatever their friends see in their faces seems to relax everyone. Lily and James are fine, they believe, they are over that weird thing between them, and Lily starts believing it too.

She can do it.

A bottle of gin finds its way towards her group and the music is exciting. It’s a party, she is on a party, and it’s easy to join Dorcas in the middle of a dance, and it’s even easier when Dorcas is replaced by a cute muggle boy who doesn’t look anything like James (that’s why it’s easier—it takes only one second for her to look for any similarity and find none and it’s so easy).

She wonders if that’s why James was talking to that dark-haired girl. If he was avoiding finding Lily in someone else too.

But that’s a bad thought, it’s not a thought of someone who’s trying (and Lily is, she swears), so she accepts his arms, let who-knows-his-name twirl her around the room, but when he leans in to kiss her, she laughs and diverts—she is trying, but it takes small steps, so she says something about getting another drink and goes to the next room.

That’s a mistake.

A big, big mistake.

She finds them sitting close together on a couch that should only fit one, joining some silly drinking game. His arm is around her shoulders, holding a glass that’s nearly finished; they are laughing and as Lily watches it, the girl leans closer to speak something in his ear, her hand playing with the curls of his hair as she speaks. It takes a full second, but he grins, turning to her and winking.

It could be nothing, it could be just some joke, but it’s not harmless, Lily knows it. It’s a flirt, and James has every right to do it; he is free and Lily has just told him they can be friends. Friends don’t get jealous. Friends don’t get their hearts ripped out with the sight of the other smiling happily at someone else.

Lily can’t do it at all.

So she turns away and runs once more (she’s getting quite good at it by now), sprinting upstairs in search of an empty room, somewhere where she can rest until she can breathe again, until she can rearrange her expression into something normal enough for her to come back to the party, find that blond guy who is not James and enjoy her summer break as he is doing right now.

Until she can pretend everything is normal.

‘Lily?’

His voice breaks the silence of that room—though Lily knows she would have heard it anyway—and it sends a wave of panic through her body. She is not ready. She can’t look at him and still keep her promise.

James doesn’t know about her troubles—he is trying after all, and he is so much better at this than Lily will ever be—so he walks towards her, takes a look at her face and kneels in front of her.

‘Are you okay?’

‘No,’ she says, unable to lie. He would see through her anyway.

‘I saw you leaving—what happened?’

‘I need more time. I can’t...’

‘Can’t what?’ She doesn’t answer. James sighs. ‘Are you drunk? Come on, rest a little, I will bring you some water—’

‘I’m not drunk,’ Lily says. Another truth. ‘I just need—I want—’

‘What?’

In answer, she raises her hand and lets her fingers comb his hair. He shivers, his breath catching, his eyes widening and he holds her arm to stop the movement. Nervous. Insecure. She can’t fault him. They’ve been there before, at the edge of something, and she accepted only to turn him away a second later.

‘What are you doing?’

It’s a demand more than a question, and Lily attends it. ‘I don’t want anybody else touching you like I do. It’s mine.’

Her voice is ferocious and unfair and Lily waits for his cold reply, the one she deserves—she has no right to claim any part of him—, but it never comes. Instead, James blinks.

‘Then take it,’ he challenges. Lily does.

Her lips crash over his, and this time is not soft or patient. It’s desperate and when she tastes the whiskey in his mouth, she understands the difference and gladly accepts it. His hands are everywhere—holding her waist, climbing under her skirt, running through her hair to pull her closer—but what somehow stays with her it’s the moment he closes the door and then they are alone and the darkness is their friend.

The darkness makes it easy, embarrassingly easy, for her to break the kiss enough to lift his shirt and for him to slide her dress down and for them to find their way to the bed. He holds her, his lips incessantly, and a part of Lily wonders if he doesn’t want to break apart for fear of what happened the last time he did it.

But the majority of her is too wrapped in the feelings he is bringing to worry about anything. She accepts him, accepts every caress he distributes openly, and returns it eagerly. She tastes the saltiness of his skin, feels every muscle of his chest—the ones she has memorized after so many days at the beach though she had only imagined how they would feel under her fingers—, presses herself closer to him. His hands are exploring her—he saw her at the beach too—and then his mouth replaces his hands and the moan that escapes her lips is true.

She pulls him up, tasting her own sweat on his lips—it was a warm day and it’s a warmer night—and her hands work on the button of his jeans. There is a moment of hesitation—he breaks away, his eyes boring into hers even as the darkness barely allows them to see each other—and then it’s gone. He pulls her last piece of cloth then stands up long enough to take out his last one and then there is only them.

Only Lily and James, except they don’t feel like two anymore. They are one and in the darkness, Lily sees those colours that are so James once more, fireworks whose sounds are moans and short breaths and names whispered so low that the other could pretend they didn’t hear.

But Lily hears it and it’s hers. He is hers for that moment and she is his.

She lied before (and now she knows it). She can’t forget him. She can’t be just friends. James is bright sunny days, cosy cold nights and she longs to share it all with him (she couldn’t, but her mind can’t recall why right now). She locks her hand with his, her nails burying into his skin, and Lily doesn’t want to let go.

He holds her hand, pressing it so hard that she can’t feel circulation there anymore, and then he cries her name, this time impossible to deny it. He called her.

It’s not the last time he will do it tonight. He presses another kiss to her lips—it’s feverish and urgent and somehow even more desperate than the first one—, rests his forehead against her catching his breath and Lily enjoys the moment, enjoys that pleasure and soreness that runs through her body, enjoys how her chest brushes against his as she breathes, slower each time, recovering.

Recover. As if she could.

James breaks apart, rolling to the side and for a moment there is silence, the music distant, the world distant until it’s not anymore, until the world seems too close and the air too heavy, not one breeze to refresh it. Lily thinks of opening the window—it’s already opened, the wind bringing the smell of the sea to the room—when she realizes it’s not the air that feels wrong.

It’s them. No, it’s him.

‘James,’ she calls, panic and fear trembling her voice, coldness spreading through her skin in a way that it should not be possible, not on this summer day.

She can hear him rising from the bed, grabbing his clothes.

‘Lily,’ he answers shortly, opening briefly the door and she can’t see his face. ‘I know, it doesn’t mean anything.’

And that’s James Potter's first lie.