#sawdust meals

[chizupuff]

frostpunk 2 citizens, lmao

[krafterwrites]

Rice Krispy cereal is so evil. I tried eating a little bit of it a few nights ago because I really needed something sweet, but then I found out that all of the flavor in Rice Krispy treats comes from the marshmallow, the cereal is only responsible for the texture

[sigmar-after-not-surviving]

Wish is a Nothing Movie.

[kyannnite]

girls (gender neutral) i am terrified one of my new roomies moves in in 2 days and i have been living my myself for the past 3 months… i’ve forgotten how to be normal

[telvannitea]

pairing: gaz x fem!reader x price

notes: 18+ mdni, unprotected sex, angst/comfort, insecure!reader, price and gaz are construction workers, today's theme is "communication is key", not proofread

wc: 1.6k

you knew from the moment your relationship with kyle started that it wasn't meant to last. you just wish it hadn't happened so soon.

kyle first mentions his coworker john, in passing. a stray comment here and there, usually about some situation on the job. you nod and smile along every time, doing your best to ignore the uncertainty taking root.

you put a face to the name when kyle shows you a photo john sent him, a selfie after a mishap with an electric saw. even covered in sawdust, you can tell that john price is a handsome man, a bit older than you and kyle.

you start formulating your exit plan.

kyle shows up after work one evening, his coworker's broad frame following him through the doorway. you're sitting on the couch in nothing but a ratty tank top and sleep shorts. you yank the throw over you, too conscious of the extra set of eyes in your flat.

"john's here to watch the game, luv. 's that alright?" kyle asks, coming over to give you a kiss on the cheek.

"yeah, of course," you mumble. you feel john's gaze on you. it makes you want to claw off your skin. "let me get out of your way, then-"

"should at least introduce yourself before you go runnin' off, dove." john interrupts. he strides forward when you get up from the couch, throw wrapped firmly around your waist, and catches you in a suffocating embrace. his scent is familiar yet not: you recognize the musk of a hard day's work, but it doesn't make you feel safe like it does with kyle.

he steps back slightly, still holding onto to your stiff shoulders. this close, you have no choice but to meet his eyes. too blue, too cool.

"so you're garrick's girl. heard a lot about you, sweetheart." one side of his mouth quirks up and you feel like you've been told a joke you're not in on.

you fall asleep to muffled laughter that night.

a week later, john is once again back at the flat, this time with an arm sling and a duffel bag packed for an extended stay. they both have the decency to look sheepish while kyle mumbles something about an overextended shoulder and john not having anyone to look after him at home. you're withering inside at the thought of being alone with the man your boyfriend is clearly enamored with, but you offer a thin smile while you say you're happy to take the couch.

you wake to groans from the bedroom and rush to john's side, kyle long having left for work. despite your uncertainty around this man, the sight of his genuine pain twists your insides. you fall into an easy routine: you offer him silent company and meals during the day, and kyle returns in the evenings with dinner and the latest workplace gossip. kyle tries to cajole you into helping john bathe with an emphatic, "we're all friends here, luv!"

right.

you wake one morning and decide that it's the day. john's injury is nearly healed - he tossed the sling days ago. he and your boyfriend have developed a domestic bubble around the two of them, one that you couldn't pop even if you wanted to.

it was inevitable, you have to keep reminding yourself.

so you send an eager-to-be-of-use john price down the street to the mart with a nonsense list and round up your possessions. you've been slowly transferring your clothing to your car, what remains fits in a suitcase. you leave cash on the coffee table for the month's rent.

"goin' on a trip, dove?"

you turn sharply, startled to discover john entering the flat. the bastard even has a bag of groceries dangling from one hand.

you open your mouth to respond but he beats you to it.

"bit cruel to leave our boy blindsided like that, innit?" he asks patiently, hunching his shoulders to make himself seem less like the threat you know him to be.

"it's none of your business." you can feel the unshed tears in your voice and you hate yourself for it, holding the handle of your suitcase in a vice grip. "please just let me leave."

john moves slowly so as not to spook you, setting the bag down on the floor. "let's talk about this, yeah?" he holds both palms out and takes a cautious step forward. "i know kyle isn't the best at communicating-"

"i got the message just fine!" you wail. ugly tears are spilling down your face but you keep going, "i'm not fucking stupid, i know when i'm not needed, when i'm not wanted."

your vision is too blurred to see, but john's face falls apart at your confession. "oh, dove," he breaths, and he's on you in a second, cradling your face, crowding you when you try to flinch away. "shh, shh, don't cry, love, that's not true. you mean the bloody world to kyle, you're all he ever talks about." he wipes the moisture from your cheeks with his thumbs, insistently gentle.

you shake your head, "he doesn't want me anymore, he wants you." you whine. john lifts your chin, tutting at you. "poor, poor dove. let me show you."

he guides your mouth to his, smothering your squeal of surprise. he licks between your lips, humming out his pleasure. the sensation of his tongue caressing the roof of your mouth makes your knees go weak. he's grinning down unto your messy, bewildered face when he pulls back. "been wantin' to do that for a long time. as sweet as he said."

you're pushed backwards towards the couch until you're sitting, john crouched in front of you, thick hands grasping your knees. "let me make you feel better 'til kyle's here with his apologies."

he doesn't tell you about the phone call he made during the errand you forced on him, ordering kyle to return home and "fix the mess he's made".

you don't resist when john pries your legs apart, working your pants and underwear down your legs. his kiss has left your mind pleasantly fuzzy, any prior concerns momentarily forgotten.

"that's it, that's a good girl," john hums, gaze fixed between your legs. "such a pretty little cunt."

he wastes no time, angling your hips up, licking you from ass to clit in one long stripe. you cry out, bucking your hips, but john holds firm. he dips back down, curling into your hole, coaxing your slick out with his tongue. he moans shamelessly into your pussy, hooded eyes trained on yours, watching your every reaction.

a thick finger slides into you at the same time john starts sucking on your clit in earnest. you're so desperate, tugging at his hair and digging your heels into his back, keening helplessly. "oh, fuck- right there, please!"

you cum at the same time kyle bursts through the door, chest heaving, nearly tripping over your luggage still on the floor. "shit, look at you two."

the picture you and john make have kyle bricked in his work jeans. your trembling legs are still draped over john's shoulders, release glistening on your skin and the lower half of his face.

suddenly embarrassed you try to close your legs but it's no use, john's hands are stone. he clicks his tongue, "no use gettin' shy now, sweetheart. come 'ere, garrick."

kyle moves to attention, taking his place next to you on the couch. he pulls you eagerly onto his lap, until your back is flush with his chest, legs help up, leaving your pussy exposed. kyle's bulge rests against the curve of your ass, throbbing and twitching.

"look at you, doll," he groans against the curve of your neck, reaching over to play with your folds. "so fucking pretty like this. you gonna let us take care of you?"

your gaze falls on john, stepping between kyle's legs, thick cock freed from his pants. he doesn't have kyle's cervix-bruising length but the girth is enough to make your insides clench. he taps the turgid head against your clit once, twice before notching it at your entrance. he leans forward, bracing himself on the arm of the couch.

"you ready, dove?" he asks. you nod.

"please." you whisper.

then he's pushing in and all three of you are moaning, john molding himself to your walls while kyle holds you through it. john curses under his breath when he bottoms out - you can feel him twitching inside of you.

"takin' it so well, good fucking girl." kyle pulls your shirt up, freeing your tits from your bra and into his masterful hands. "drives her crazy when you play with her nipples." he plucks the tips of your breasts, giving john a wicked grin. the pleasure shoots straight to your clit and you tighten like a vice around john.

"fuck-" he pulls nearly all the way before driving his hips forward, sharp thrusts driving you up kyle's body. his pace is relentless, chasing your body until you're nearly curled into a ball, feet dangling off his broad shoulders. he ducks down to catch kyle in a sloppy kiss, driving himself deeper, kissing your cervix on every downstroke. a hand reaches down to rub your clit, at this point you're too fucked out to tell who.

you whimper and scream when your climax hits you, clenching down on john's cock until he follows, rutting into you to ensure to take every last drop of him. kyle coos loving nonsense at you while you come down, rubbing your hips with his thumbs. you whine when john pulls out, too empty.

"you good to head to the bedroom, luv?" kyle whispers and you nod. he makes his way down the hall with you cradled in his arms, john close behind.

you're ready for a hot shower and a long nap, so you're surprised when deposited on the bed, kyle and john looming over you.

your boyfriends spend the rest of the night showing you just are wanted you are.

[overstuffd]

How do they do it?

(wg story about being secretly turned into the office piggy)

You weren't worried about gaining weight at your new job, even if it did involve sitting behind a desk all day.

One of the first things you'd noticed when you'd come in for your interview was that everyone was in great shape.

No wonder, either, with all the ammenities the company offered. Free food - 3 meals and a day and as many snacks as you want, prepared by the in house chefs.

Fancy coffee machines, fridges stocked with kombucha and seltzer, a gym and spa on site, massages, a nap room - this place took employee wellbeing seriously.

You could already see yourself getting lean, putting on some muscle. Clearly the office culture was one of discipline, and you were ready to slot right in.

☕

Okay - maybe the first few weeks hadn't gone quite as planned. Your workload was heavier than you expected, so there was less time to hit the gym. The chef prepared meals were delicious - so delicious you found it almost impossible to opt for the healthier options over rich, indulgent dishes.

You were drinking a lot coffee to stay focused, at least the machines dispensed endless skinny cappuccinos, but even with that you found yourself craving a sugar hit for attention. The break room might be stocked with almonds and sawdust-tasting protein bars, but you found yourself grabbing a big scoop of m and ms several times a day.

The truth was, you weren't getting any fitter. Instead, you were feeling a little softer all over - especially at the top of your thighs which were spreading wider and wider in your plush office chair.

Meanwhile, your colleagues looked as good as ever. The guy in the next office keeps stopping by to see how you're settling in and every time you swear his grip is a little stronger as he jostles your shoulder.

You vow to double down on keeping in shape - though looks like you'll be working till ten tonight, so you're going to need to fuel up before then.

☕

The friday that marks six months at the company for you is also the night of the office hoilday party before you closed till new year.

Last year, you owned a cozy, baggy, oversized christmas jumper. Now, you own a just-about-covers-your-swelling-gut christmas jumper.

Still, the boss had insisted everyone wear something festive so you don't have much choice.

The party is lavish - specialty cocktails, a huge buffet and tuxedoed waiters circling with hors d'oeuvres and champagne to make sure there's always something within reach.

You mean to keep control of yourself, but all your coworkers keep pressing drinks on you, and pretty soon it's hard to say no. They keep reocmmending food as well, and then the tall girl from accounts you always though was cute is pushing a chocolate coated straberry between your lips. Soon everyone is taking it inturns to feed you, and as confused as you are you can't help but admit you're enjoying it - maybe too much.

That night, after you get home, you spend an hour touching yourself to the feeling of everyone's eyes on you as your over-tight jumper rode up over your rounded stomach.

The next morning though, you're embarassed. How can you have gotten so out of shape so fast? Sure the job is stressful, and there always seems to be food to hand, but everyone else in the office seems to have no problem.

When you're back in the office after new years you're going to turn things around. There's no point starting a diet during the holidays, but in a few weeks you're going to be on the track to dropping the pounds.

☕

Of course, it's not really your fault you can't seem to keep the weight off. Your colleagues all know a few things you don't.

They know that the coffee machine in your break room might offer sinny lattes, but they pour cream-thickened coffees filled with sugary syrups and enough caffeine to keep you craving six cups a day.

They know that the chef - infuses - certain dishes, and makes sure you grab those plates, leaving you dozing and snacking through the afternoon.

They know that your supervisor lets the canteen know to prepare extra large desserts right after assigning you a new pile of work, so you have something to help you deal with the stress.

And they know that one of the perks of the job - for them at, least - is getting to take their stress out on the office piggy. Once the workload gets too much for your struggling brain and your body is properly swollen you'll be gently offered a new role in the company, one more suited to your skill set.

You'll be so tired of the stress, and so eager to please you manager, you sign without reading the job description. That's why you're surprised when you're delivered to your new office and find nothing but a bed with thick straps at each corner and a cart loaded with food - and when your old office-neighbour comes in and grabs a box of doughnuts as he pulls down his suit pants.

[bluesidedown]

you are 23  and your hands hold steady the block of wood you are shaping and the sweet aromatic smell of sawdust is curling around you  maybe your mother’s voice floats through an open door to tell you a meal is ready maybe you still have something to learn about carpentry as you work alongside Joseph 30 years is a long time to spend waiting quietly faithful, caring for your mother and your father, for your sisters and your brothers working with your hands ‘til the hands of God are calloused going to the synagogue to hear your words read week upon week you are 23 you are patient  building a whole life of not my will but yours, Father

maybe you pick up a nail from the workbench look at it and know 10 years from now rough hands will hold you down and drive a spike through your wrist  spilling blood onto rough wood  maybe you are already making that sacrifice now quietly faithful maybe you can teach me how to be 23 waiting, quietly faithful caring for my mother and my father, my sisters and my brothers working with the hands God gave me hearing your words week upon week

build in me a whole life of not my will but yours, Jesus

[erosmutt]

/ thinkin' bout﹒☆

﹒renovation w/ han and ani﹒⌅

𖦹 dubcon, spitroasting, infidelity, face fucking, face slapping, misogyny

"look at you, little miss housewife, up in the kitchen. makin' sumn for us, doll?" Han asks, taking off his gloves and smacking them down onto the counter. he runs a hand through his sweaty hair, shaking his head, droplets of sweat falling onto the floor. Anakin, who was standing next to Han, rolls his eyes. "she's married."

you turn and look at them, a smile on your face as you gently suckle lemon juice off your fingers. "lemonade, boys. done already?"

it was a nice break - the sound of drilling and banging and hammering and yelling ceased momentarily. a reprieve from Han going 'dammit Skywalker!' every two minutes was very welcome.

"yeah, done already." Anakin confirms. He lifts his shirt, showing off his toned body, and wipes the sweat from his brow. "got the bathroom cabinets up good and sturdy."

you smile as you pour them both a glass of fresh lemonade. "here you go boys," you slide them across the counter. both took their glasses. Han knocked his back like a fucking shot, and Anakin gulped his down with a bit of pacing. they were both parched, having worked all day, especially since it was summertime. Han interjects with a satisfied 'ahh', and Anakin just licks his lips and sets the cup back onto the counter. "so," Han begins. "when's that no-good man a'yours comin' home? been on business for an awful long while, ain't he?"

Anakin rolls his eyes again. "fucking hell," he mutters under his breath. it was no secret that Han had a thing for you. when the men were working, Han would often tell Anakin his fantasies about you.

'god, that fuckin' dress. whorin' 'erself out, ain't she? might as well be wearin paint the way that thing holds onto 'er.' 'i think the dress is pretty.' 'it'd look even better on the fuckin' floor while i bend 'er over.' 'you're so... vulgar, man.' 'stays in the kitchen like a good woman too. got it in check, mhm. can cook and clean. my typa woman.'

this conversation happened only just before they were called to the kitchen for refreshments.

"how 'bout this, dollface," Han starts. "whip us up somethin' for dinner, eh? all that work," he reaches over and pats Anakin's stomach, making the shorter man grumble. "gots us all hungry." as if on cue, Anakin's tummy growls, making you giggle.

"i suppose i can. what d'you have a taste for, hm?" you ask, rinsing out their recently emptied glasses. Anakin can't help but smile. but as opposed to Han, who was waiting to see you as the cute dishwasher you were, Anakin thought you were really sweet for offering them a meal.

𔓘

"how was it?" you ask softly as you wash the dishes, house dress swishing as you suds up a plate. the smell in the house was a mix of carbonara and sawdust. Anakin sighs softly, fingers absentmindedly fiddling with his curls. "good." he gives you a smile. but it immediately falls as he sees his partner walk up to you. "Han," he says in a warning tone. it was too late. Han's hands were already on your hips, pulling you back into him as if you were his wife. Anakin groans. "here we go,"

you gasp, dropping the sponge into the sink and gripping the edge of the basin. "look at 'er Ani," Han reaches up and grips your face, forcing you to face Anakin, who gives you a look of sympathy. but you did look good with that innocent confused expression on your face... so he gets up and walks around the counter, watching your eyes widen with what was more than likely fear. it didn't matter, though, that look would be replaced with something else real soon.

soon, not knowing how, you were squatted down on your kitchen floor, hands on either man's cock. Anakin's cock was slimmer, while Han's was fatter. you look back and forth between them - Anakin had his eyes closed and lip being bitten into while Han had a shit-eating grin on his face. "open up sweetheart," Han tells you, stepping in front of you. Anakin follows his lead, and the two men smack their cocks on your face. "shit," Anakin hisses quietly as he rubs his pretty pink tip onto your lips.

Han pushes your hair out of your face and watches as you open your mouth. "tongue out like a good girl," he praises as his partner slides his cock into your warm, wet mouth. Anakin shudders and puts his hands on the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair.

"i got an idea, Skywalker." Han says. he taps Anakin's hip and the younger man pulls out of your mouth. Han pulls you up off the ground so you're standing. once you're on your feet, he picks you up. both you and Anakin watch with curiosity, until Han impales you on his cock, forcing himself in until he's buried to the hilt inside you. "ohh," he manhandles you with ease, leans you back, his large hands (and your legs around his waist) the only thing suspending you in midair. "now," he looks up at Anakin. "put it back in 'er mouth."

obeying, Anakin steps up to you, putting his hands underneath your shoulder blades for added support. "oh, god," he whines, voice breathy as he slides into your waiting mouth.

"good girl," Han praises. "takin' 'im good." him and Anakin look up at each other, Han flashes him a knowing smile, as if saying 'good job'. they were most definitely going to do this again the next day they came to fix up your house - and maybe, just maybe, Han would let Anakin fuck you too.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

PETS FOR ARRANGED READER PETS FOR ARRANGED READER PLSPLSPLSPLS

Bruce sipped his cup of coffee and watched from the balcony on his bedroom. A little pleased with himself.

Giving you back one of your first loves- horses, had evidently been a good move. You spent more time outdoors. And you looked stronger- healthier. Horseback riding, Bruce learned was a full body work out pretty much.

Which meant you ate. You had to eat because hours of riding was work. Taking care of your horse was work.

It was something. Even if it was a relatively solitary activity. He'd take it. There was no real trouble for you to get into on the grounds. And frankly, he was just relieved you were eating actual meals.

Opal, so named for the circular white spot on her chest that reminded you of an opal- was good for you. That much was abundantly clear.

"Did she eat breakfast?" Bruce asked Alfred who appeared and set down his tray.

"Not at the table, but she took some things with her," Alfred snorted, more amused than offended. "It seems she found something to sketch and wanted to get it in the right light."

"I wonder what for."

"Reasons known only to herself I imagine," Alfred snorted, shaking his head. "Master Bruce-"

"I know the stable construction means there's sawdust but-"

"I can handle a little extra sweeping," Alfred said waving his concerns away. But- Giving her back horseback riding-"

"They sold her horse because she came in second place. At 9- it wasn't fair."

"No," Alfred agreed. "And I think your mother would be proud of you."

[roxxie-wolf]

𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒪𝓇𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒

Pairing: Human!Alastor x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your parents want you to marry someone of their choice, but you already have eyes on someone else. Will you follow what your parents think is best for you or will you go with what your heart desires.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: human!alastor x fem!reader, slow burn, this story may contain mature sexual content. Your in your late 20's, Alastor is in his early 30's, you still live with your parents idk. If I forgot anything else please let me know.

Note: Idk what to say, but if I miss anything please let me know ^^

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟧

Early morning painted the town in hues of orange and pink as you walked through the quiet streets. You had ventured out to gather some necessities your mother needed for the day. The butcher shop, a familiar stop on your errand route, welcomed you. The scent of fresh meat mingled with the earthiness of sawdust, a combination that was strangely comforting. The man at the register had hands like hams and a smile that was surprisingly gentle for such a rugged exterior.

"Hello, what can I do for you, young lady?" his voice deep and resonant, like the low rumble of distant thunder.

You approached the counter, the list of items your mother needed clear in your mind. "Yes, I was wondering if you have some chops," you looked at him, trying not to seem intimidated by the butcher's imposing presence.

"Of course," turning to the display behind him. "We have a fine selection this morning. Chops, ribs, tenderloin—whatever you need."

You watched as he laid out the cuts of meat, each piece neatly trimmed and wrapped in paper. "I'll take some chops and a tenderloin, please," you decided, thinking of the meals you could prepare.

The butcher nodded, his skilled hands moving deftly to prepare your order. "Coming right up, Anything else I can get for you?"

“No, that would be all, thank you”

As he worked, you couldn't help but notice the care he took with each cut, the respect he showed for his craft. It was a reminder that every person you meet has a story, a life as rich and complex as your own.

With your purchase in hand, you left the butcher shop, the morning sun warming your back as you continued your errands, the town slowly coming to life around you.

After getting everything your mother needed you decided to stop at a cafe, your personal favorite. The cafe, a cozy haven of warmth and the scent of freshly brewed coffee, was a welcome respite from your errands. As you settled into a chair, the weight of the bags reminding you of the morning's hustle, you allowed yourself a moment of rest.

Your gaze wandered, taking in the familiar comfort of the cafe, when suddenly, it landed on a sight that sent a jolt of surprise through you. There, entering the cafe, was Alastor—the very man who had been occupying your thoughts more often than you cared to admit.

He moved with an effortless grace, his attention momentarily caught by the barista's greeting. You watched, almost without thinking, your hand coming to rest beneath your chin as you admired him from afar. He was the picture of charm, his eyes holding a depth that seemed to pull you in.

And then, as if drawn by some unspoken connection, Alastor turned and his eyes found yours. His smile, wide and genuine, was like a beacon cutting through the ambient noise of the cafe. He didn't hesitate, making his way over to you.

"Well hello, we meet again darling," his tone gentle yet filled with the joy of the unexpected meeting.

You looked up at him, your heart fluttering despite your best efforts to appear composed. "Hello, it's good to see you again," your voice a whisper of softness to match his gentle tone.

“May I sit with you” you nodded. Alastor took the seat opposite you, his eyes never leaving yours. "I must say, I didn't expect to find you here," he admitted, his grin widening. "But I'm certainly not complaining, ma cherie.”

Alastor's new word, a soft murmur that you couldn't quite grasp, lingered in the air, adding to the tapestry of the moment. You caught his eyes, those deep pools of mystery, and for a heartbeat, you considered the thought of leaning in closer, of bridging the gap between thought and action.

But the world has a way of pulling us back, and so you turned away, a flush creeping up your cheeks as you wrestled with the sudden rush of emotions.

"May I know what are you thinking?," Alastor's voice broke through your reverie, as gentle as the touch you imagined.

You laughed, a nervous sound that did little to hide the turmoil beneath. "I’m sorry, it’s nothing, just random thoughts," the smile on your face belying the intensity of your previous thoughts.

Alastor's gaze softened, a hint of understanding—or was it curiosity?—flickering within. "Random thoughts are often the most interesting dear," his tone inviting, encouraging you to share more if you wished.

But some thoughts are meant to be kept close, treasured in the silence of one's heart, and so you simply smiled, the color in your cheeks a silent testament to the words left unspoken.

“I see you didn’t order anything” you said, a casual observation to mask the whirlwind of thoughts. The shift in conversation was a welcome reprieve, a chance to steer away from the edge of confessions not yet ready to be shared.

Alastor's response was immediate, his attention shifting from the missed order to your presence. "Ah yes, well I saw you and I decided to make my way to you. I forgot all about ordering. Do you want something, my dear?" His question was simple, but the way he said "my dear" made it feel like an endearment meant only for you.

The hesitation was brief, a moment's pause before you voiced your request. “Yes, coffee please." It was a simple order, one that might bring a smile to some, but Alastor took it in stride.

"Of course, darling" he stand with a fluid grace. He moved towards the barista, and you couldn't help but watch him, each step a silent note in the melody of your admiration.

As he spoke to the barista, you found yourself studying him anew, noticing the subtle gestures, the confident stance, the easy smile. It was as if seeing him in this mundane act peeled back another layer, revealing more of the man who had become a constant in your thoughts.

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Alastor returned, the coffees cradled in his hands as if they were precious cargo. He handed you your cup, and as you whispered your thanks, there was a softness in the air, a gentle exchange of more than just pleasantries.

"I see you have groceries, my dear. Would you like me to help you with those when you leave?" His offer was casual, yet it carried the weight of a gesture that bridged the gap between acquaintance and something more.

You considered for a moment, the practicality of accepting his help mingling with the desire for his company. "Yes, of course, if you don’t mind," the decision made easier knowing your parents wouldn't be home to question his presence.

As you sipped your coffee, the world outside the cafe's window seemed to slow down, the hustle of the town taking on the quality of a distant backdrop. "So Alastor, what do you do for a living?" you asked, curiosity coloring your tone.

He smiled, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Well, I’m a radio host, of course."

The revelation struck a chord, and your eyes widened in recognition. Memories of an evening spent in the company of your mother and the radio came flooding back. She had spoken of the host's voice, rich and captivating. And now, with the pieces falling into place, you realized that the voice that had filled your home with stories, and music belonged to Alastor.

“That sounds like an interesting job," you remarked, the steam from your coffee curling up into the air

Alastor's eyes met yours over the rim of his cup, a spark of passion in his gaze. "It is, trust me, dear" taking a sip of his drink, the words punctuated by the clink of the cup returning to the table.

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The hours had flown by, each moment spent with Alastor was a moment where the rest of the world seemed to fade away. As the afternoon waned, and the cafe began to empty, the barista starting to clean up for the day. Alastor glanced at the bags beside your chair. "Shall we, darling ?" gesturing towards the exit.

You nodded, and together, you stepped out into the golden hue of the setting sun. The town was quieter now, the bustle of the day settling into the calm of the evening. As you walked, Alastor carried your bags, his presence a comforting constant by your side.

The walk home was leisurely, filled with light banter and laughter. When you reached your doorstep, the sky was painted with streaks of pink and orange, a beautiful end to an unexpected day.

"Would you like me to put these on the table for you?" He nods towards the bags heavy with the day's purchases.

You shook your head, stepping forward to relieve him of the burden. "Oh no, it's ok. I got it. You have done a lot for me today," you insisted, your hands reaching out to take the bags from him.

"Alright, as you wish, darling," Alastor acquiesced, placing the bags into your outstretched hands with a care that spoke of his respect for your independence.

"Thank you, Alastor, for everything," your voice sincere. The smile on your face a mirror of the warmth that his kindness had kindled in your heart.

"It was my pleasure, ma cherie," his smile genuine. The word of endearment slipping into the conversation as naturally as a leaf falls to the ground in autumn.

Alastor’s hand was gentle as it brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

His eyes, deep and searching, met yours, and for a second, the world seemed to stand still. The space between you was electric, his face so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your skin. His hand, warm against your cheek, tilted your chin up, an invitation to a moment of vulnerability. Your heart pounded a frantic rhythm in your chest.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes, the conflict of emotions that played across his features. It was as if he was wrestling with a decision, one that could change the very nature of your relationship.

Then, as quickly as the moment came, it passed. Alastor looked away, releasing you from his gentle hold. The air felt cooler without his touch, and you were left with the echo of what might have been.

He stepped back, a polite smile replacing the intensity of before. "I should go darling," his voice steady but softer than usual.

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of feelings inside you. "Yes, of course.” The words managed to leave your lips, your voice barely above a whisper. You didn't want him to go; you yearned for him to stay, if only for a moment longer.

With a final nod, Alastor turned and left, leaving you with the memory of a moment that was both too much and not enough.

The bags now in your possession, you stood at the threshold of your home, the door closing behind you. The silence of the space around you was a stark contrast to the lively banter that had filled the air just moments before. Yet, in that silence, there was a sense of contentment, a feeling of gratitude for the unexpected joys that life sometimes brings.

As you placed the bags on the table you replayed the scene in your mind, his hand reaching out, the warmth of his touch, the intensity of his gaze. Probably you had something on your face and he didn’t dare to tell you. You ran to the bathroom to get a closer look.

The reflection in the mirror showed nothing amiss, confirming that Alastor's gesture had been prompted by something other than a blemish on your face. With a sigh of relief, you turned away from your reflection and made your way to the kitchen, the sanctuary where you could immerse yourself in the familiar rhythm of cooking.

As you unpacked the groceries and began to prepare the evening meal, the actions were automatic, allowing your mind to drift back to Alastor's touch.

The kitchen was filled with the comforting sounds of sizzling and the aromatic promise of a delicious dinner. You moved with purpose, chopping, stirring, tasting, all the while pondering the complexity of feelings that Alastor had stirred in you.

With each stir of the pot, you found your thoughts simmering along with the ingredients. *What did that moment mean? Was it a sign of deepening affection, or simply a fleeting impulse?* The questions mingled with the steam rising from the dishes you were preparing.

As the aroma filled the kitchen, you set the table, each plate placed with care, a reflection of the care you wished to convey to your parents. Dinner would be ready for them, a warm welcome after a long day. As you awaited their return, the memory of Alastor's near-kiss was tucked away, a secret smile playing on your lips.

🌸𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈🌸 🌸𝒩𝑒𝓍𝓉🌸

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[qiutls]

TNGDH 005

That bad man.

A man without blood nor tears. A really terrible person. So merciless... I roared into the sawdust, floundering my limbs all around.

― Squeak! [ Give me back my wheel, you punk! ]

I'm not even halfway through the mission!

How can you only look at documents and pretend that you're not interested in this hamster at all then stab me in the back like this, huh? If I knew you were looking, I would have pretended to run moderately.

Indeed, I was stupid to believe that a crazy hamster otaku like him would be indifferent to me for even a minute. I'm the Northern Grand Duke and I'm superior to a running hamster, as if.

Kyle even went on patrol the next day taking the wheel with him. It's absolutely insane. There's no work to do, nor miracles in this cage, and I can't even do other quests.

That enemy-like miracle...

I climbed the slide from the end part to the middle, then let myself slide down, repeating it a few times and then sighing heavily at the end. 

I want to live like a human being until I die. Forget about eating well, or living luxuriously. I just want to live as a human, as defined by the dictionary!

Anyway, time went by against my will.

It was a day filled with playing and eating. Riding down the slide, eating walnuts, taking a nap, eating peanuts, stretching my body at a breathing room, eating sunflower seeds, riding the swing, eating pistachios...

I hear it's a cold neighborhood, are nuts a specialty? It's a great place to build a burum restaurant. It's only difficult to peel the nuts if you try and peel it all at once, but if you put it in a bowl, peel it little by little whenever you think of it...

/burum means assorted nuts, specifically walnuts, pine nuts, peanuts and etc./

...Fuck, what the hell are am I thinking?

I'm already thinking like a hamster.

All of a sudden, I started to fear what if I adapt to the situation casually like this. I'm a human being! I'm an intelligent person!

"Cashew Nut."

Kyle came back long after sunset.

I don't if he came in at a late time since I couldn't see the clock from here, and during winter in Blake's estate, nighttime took up more than half of the day.

He returned to the study to find me, but I pretended to not know. I wasn't in the mood.

Well, isn't this situation pretty.

I crumpled my body into the passageway between the first and second floors of the house that's not easily seen from the outside. He looked around the house for a while before giving up and returning to his bedroom.

He obviously looked disappointed, but....

Well, if you give me back my wheel, maybe I'll meet you face to face for a bit.

The next day, we met with a transparent passage between us. The frustrated Northern Grand Duke visited the study before sunrise.

"I'll be back soon."

He spoke affectionately, with his face close to mine.

"From today on, let's control your diet. Your body seemed to not be able to fit in that passageway."

Wait a minute... What the hell is this guy saying?

I lost my breath for a bit due to the shock of hearing those words.

But Kyle moved quickly, he was already pouring out the contents of my bowl. My bowl full of nuts... No... It's all empty, leaving only three almonds.

"I don't want you to strain your joints. I've still left some, so it'll be fine until the night. I'm busy preparing for the festival, so I think I'll come in late again today."

―…….

"...As expected, is it too little?"

Before I could protest, the man behind him said.

"No, I have heard from the magician that the growth period for the hamster have yet to come, Your Highness. The food is enough."

What are you talking about. What do you mean controlling my diet? Do you not have eyes? It's wrong to eat just one nut for breakfast, lunch and dinner!

It's the first time since school meals, that I'm eating food as someone else had planned. I looked up at Kyle, staring at him ridiculously and kicked the bowl over.

A dirty and cheap life, I can't even eat whatever I want.

I want to eat chicken with beer, salmon with capers, chicken feet, tteokbeokki, pane pasta.... Greasy, spicy, and bad for your health, it's something that only Koreans can eat!

"I guess, I'd better let him exercise a little."

"Yes, Your Highness, it's not good to overdo it, but it's still better than having it gain too much weight."

"Alright."

Kyle nodded his head, and with a grave look, put back the wheel in my house.

Yes! That's right!

I looked up at him, my blue eyes shining. He really looked like an angel today.

Get ready the party will start shortly. I only need to run 800 laps, not a single more and I'm done with this hamster life!

Let's calm down for now, if I ride it as soon as you give it to me, you'll probably take it away again. I pretended to be as calm as possible, and turned my head away from the wheel as if I didn't care that it has finally returned to my arms.

Kyle looked at me for a long time, his eyes were practically saying, "you're so cute, I could die."

Look at him, it seems like he had kissed me a hundred times with just those eyes alone. You've grown a lot, you already know how to control yourself when someone's next to you.

"Do you like that demonic beast that much, Your Highness?"

I heard their conversation as they were about to leave.

"Apparently, it's a northern field mouse type of beast, it's a bit late to give a mana stone for it's heart, so it's physical strength is weak but... It's able to socially interact and above all, it's pretty smart.

"Anyways, it's still young, that's why the size is a bit... It does resemble a hamster, however, if you look closely, it's just golden fur...

"It's just a mouse." /all the dialogue above is from the man accompanying Kyle/

"What do you mean, just a mouse?"

Kyle answered coldly and turned to him. "Are your eyes defective?"

"... Y-your Highness, I-"

"Enough, while I finish the paperwork for the celebrations, fetch me a small needle and some yarn."

"What will you do with it, Your highness?"

"There's no need to know, I'll be using it for important stuff, so only bring high quality ones."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Kyle left the study, while coughing. "This winter is especially cold."

This punk, don't tell me...

You're not going to knit my clothes, are you? Don't be weirdly domestic, Grand Duke, if you don't want to see this fragile hamster grab the back of your neck with just one hand.

The mere imagination of it made my body shiver and I rubbed my limbs quickly. Forget it, let's not think about it.

I quickly climbed onto the wheel. That's right, running on the wheel is best way to empty your mind. Now that I have the hang of it, I'll surely be able to finish 800 laps quickly.

I took a deep breath and began to move my four feet.

With a clatter, the wheel began to move slowly.

Now let's go with the flow, think about something peaceful and pleasant. Pizza, bulgogi, sundae gukbap... I felt my mouth watering and continued to run on the wheel with more force.

[ 0217/1000 ] …… [ 0322/1000 ] …… [ 0445/1000 ]

The numbers went up smoothly.

At this rate, I'm confident that there will be no hamster who can spin a wheel better than me. It's worthwhile to do this and count the number of times, so I think I'm accumulating points.

I just looked at the system window running, the number was between 600 to 700. Look at this, won't I be able to finish it soon.

I was a little hungry, so I was going to take a break and eat, but then I remembered what Kyle and the man discussed earlier.

What? Control my diet? Was I stuck in the passageway with my big body?

No, I won't eat anymore. I'll lose weight, and if I die, then I'll make him regret it.

I turned the wheel frantically with strange enthusiasm, refusing to rest. I was a little bit worried that the screw might fall off at this rate.

So, when I first heard a creaking sound, I thought this enormous wheel have finally met its end.

Huh, but is this really the right sound?

"Does the Grand Duke hide women in the castle?"

"I heard he loves her so much that he'll spend the day cooped up in here."

... A woman?

"You idiot! Why would you hide a woman in the study? You should put her in your bedroom, of course."

"... Really? Well, let's just search here for a bit, then go to the bedroom."

"That's right, by any chance we might get lucky and find some military secret in here."

I stopped turning the wheel and looked down at the men that crawled in through the door, literally.

The approached the desk, in a weird posture, they were wearing black masks. One look and you'd be able to tell, these people were not invited guests.

"Let's catch the woman, or maybe kill her."

"Right, if it's a commoner, then it will be pretty easy."

"Isn't that why he keeps her hidden, because she has no status?"

The masked men, no the thieves exchanged stories amongst themselves and searched the drawers. Documents in the top column, documents in the next, as well as third one. And in the last column-

"What's this?"

One of the men pulled out a bag from the drawer. I sat next to my bowl, eating the almonds as I watched them.

"Macadamia?"

There's one there too? For your information, there's also a bag of those in the small drawer next to the door.

Crunch. Crunch.

The thieves fell silent, and only the sound of me eating nuts could be heard in the study. Only then did they notice my existence and slowly approached me.

"What's this?"

"It looks like a mouse."

"Doesn't it look weird, this fur... it's gold right?"

"... Is it a demonic beast?"

"As expected from the Northern Great Duke."

No, I'm just an ordinary hamster.

I took the last almond and filmed a mukbang. Well? Bring me the macadamias in your hand. Three almonds are not enough for me.

"... Do you think it's expensive?"

The thief moved it's mouth after staring at me for a long time. They exchanged glances and soon began to open the hamster cage. 

You guys really didn't have any plan before coming here huh?

Talked about finding a woman and kidnapping her. But now you're kidnapping a hamster instead?

There's no backbone at all. How could such clumsy people try to steal. It's a miracle they didn't get caught on their way here.

I sighed without looking at the hand coming down from the ceiling of my house. Should I approach slowly? Is now a good time?

At that moment.

Clang! The sound of glass breaking echoed throughout the room.

"W-What's that?"

The three thieves, no, more like meerkats suddenly turned their heads towards the window, like real meerkats. 

"How dare you touch what's mine?"

The voice was like a sharp blade, resembling the wind of the highest highlands of the north. It felt like frost. The cowards, then began to tremble, as if they had already died three times just by hearing the voice.

Ah... I mean, this is karma if you look at it technically. In other words, it's time for the teacher to reprimand you.

[ How dare you kidnap my sweet little hamster! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ]

I didn't mean it that way. By the way, why are you so excited?

"You won't be able to take another step."

No... Is it really a death penalty for touching a hamster?

Kyle pulled out a knife from his waistband.

... I really didn't think it would turn out this way.

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[joels6string]

What happens when Joel's hair gets a bit long?

Bestie. I go feral. That’s what happens 😂. Anyway…

“I need a haircut.”

Four words you were hoping not to hear but expecting. It was like clockwork, he’d request the scissors as soon as he noticed the edges of his wet, grayed locks beginning to curl behind his ears. Typically, they barely made it two days much to your dismay. You’d stopped complimenting him on it months ago in hopes it prolonged their life but it had done nothing for their longevity, his long, thick fingers finding the rusted blades in the drawer of the cabin you shared and chopping haphazardly at the silver on the base of his skull. You’d also refused to help him the last few times, you wouldn’t take part in this blasphemous practice.

“This would be a hell of a lot easier if you helped,” he grumbled from the bathroom, his booming voice traveling through the small space easily to you prepping dinner in the kitchen.

“I told you I’m not participating,” you reminded him sweetly, your knife thwacking against the wooden cutting board he’d made for you last week as you prepped your evening meal.

“I look like a fool.”

“I think it looks nice.”

Despite his hulking size and strength, his footsteps were soft thanks to decades of sneaking and stealth as he sauntered into the kitchen shirtless and entirely distracting. You turned as he rounded into your space, your hands flattening on his searing hot skin to rake your nails through the coarse, dark hair covering his well-defined chest, his settling on your hips.

“You like Tommy’s little ponytail that much?” he teased, his fingertips digging slightly into your plush waist as he pressed himself closer, pinning you against the counter behind you.

“No,” you laughed, “I just want something to run my fingers through. That’s all.”

The corner of his lips ticked up at that, a peek of white teeth glowing in the gray hue of twilight to dusk as his hands lifted you to sit on the wooden surfaces he’d designed, his hips notching between your thighs.

“Run your fingers through, huh?” he teased, the tip of his nose dragging along your cheek and drawing that little gasp of breath he could get drunk on, “There ain’t enough for that now?”

“Mm-mm.” All you could muster was a hum of disagreement as the smell of sawdust and lavender filled your nose. He’d used your soaps again.

“Yeah, all right. I’ll try it. But when I hate it, you’re helpin’ me get rid of it.”

A deal was a deal. Unfortunately for him, the feeling of you raking your lithe, nimble fingers through the mop that grew in on his head over the following weeks was even too much for him to resist. Anther victory he’d have to give to your growing record.

Joel Miller Masterlist

[alfredojesta]

fun facts pt 2 jason the toymaker edition:

instead of listening to actual songs, he makes up his own songs. he doesn't listen to any artists, only the sound of his own voice.

if you asked him to name any singer, he wouldn't be able to.

i especially think it's funny to imagine jason recording himself singing...

jason loves sweets (biscuits, cake, cookies, etc.) and puts a shit ton of sugar into his tea.

he could drink an entire teapot on his own. and he definitely has.

jason can't handle spicy foods. the only thing he seasons his food with is a pinch of salt.

his favourite meal is mashed potatoes with steak and peas.

but it's rare for him to have the time to cook. regularly, he only eats wood and sawdust and that's only if he's REALLY starving.

when it comes to orders, he delivers his toys on his own because he doesn't trust the delivery services to handle his toys correctly.

he's not creative with names and the most clever one he could come up with was Liquorice.

he hates getting his hands "dirty" which is why he wears gloves in public.

but he also wears gloves because his hands are all roughed up from working.

these r all about my version of jason!

[crazycurly-77]

Like an old married couple - Chapter 16

On the way to Gibbs’ house you stopped shortly at your place to get you some clothes and personal things. It was so good being at home again, you tried to convince him to let you stay there, but to no avail. So now you were here. With him. In his house. Alone. Gulp. 

You didn't know what you expected, but as you entered you recognized that that's the home of a bachelor. It was completely practically furnished. 

“Come, I will give you a tour of the house. You will sleep in the guest room on the 1st floor…up the stairs and then left, right here…this is the bathroom…and this is my room.” He showed you where everything was and on the ground floor he did the same. 

“If you need anything, feel free to ask. No matter what or what time and place. I'll be there. Now make yourself at home while I'm in the kitchen making dinner” he concluded and went away. 

With that you stood there in a completely unexpected situation and thought about what to do. Hm, let's see…first of all unpacking your things, then walking to the kitchen and asking if you could help with cooking or something else. You didn't wanted to be pampered by him…even though if you were completely honest…it felt really good so far. 

Oh man, once again you were blushing madly. What's that? What has he done to you that you were suddenly constantly blushing if you even thought about him? Not to mention, when he was around you. That you didn't know from yourself. You never were someone who easily blushed, but some things change obviously. 

Nearing the kitchen you could smell the food and your mouth began to water. Today he cooked Bolognese pasta and just as you stood beside him and wanted to ask if you could do anything he said “right on point. Dinner is ready. Let's eat.”

So you two sat down on his dining table and ate in silence. The pasta was simply amazing and extremely tasty. Was he sure that he was a federal agent and not a cook? 

After enjoying the meal you took the chance and convinced him to do the dishes together. When you were finished the two of you made yourself comfortable on the couch and watched an old western. 

Then you were going to bed and he was sanding his boat in the basement. 

The next day was nearly the same. Waking up, showering, eating breakfast together, him working away on the notebook and you reading. Lunch you took together and since you are getting better every day he allowed you to help him cooking dinner. After eating and cleaning the kitchen you two watched a movie and then called it a day. 

This was your routine for the next two days. He always was caring, but at the same time he seemed to keep some distance between you. On the evening of the second day however there was a little change. You two watched a movie and you began to fall asleep. So you cuddled him, your head on his shoulder and his arm around you. He smelled so wonderful calmingly like sawdust that you couldn't help yourself but feel safe and loved so you nearly immediately fell deeply asleep. 

You woke up in your bed the next morning after the best sleep in a long time. 

Sadly he wasn't there as you walked into the kitchen, but coffee was ready and there was a note for you “had to go to the grocery store. Will be back soon.” 

So you poured yourself a cup of coffee, took your book and sat down to read until he was back. 

You were on your second cup as you heard the front door opening and he finally was home again. Home with you and you were happy to see him again. All the while he was gone you were missing him. This realization struck you to the core. 

“Y/N. You okay?” he asked with his brows furrowed. “Oh yes, I slept soooo good and now you are back home again, so I'm not alone anymore” you beamed at him. “Do you know how I got into bed last night? I can't remember going there.”

“You fell asleep on the couch and I didn't want to wake you. So I carried you. That's okay?” he answered. 

“Yes, absolutely” you said, nodding. 

“What did you do while I was away?” Gibbs wanted to know. “If you want to know if I was well-behaved…yes, I was. I drank coffee, read and chatted a bit with Simon. He wanted to know how I'm feeling and wanted to visit me…” you smiled at him. His smile faltered and his face turned in anger in a second “no, I don't want him in my house. Last word on that.” He turned, walked down to his boat and let you stay in the kitchen wondering what you have said that changed his mood so drastically. You didn't understood anything. But you had a feeling that he was upset because he didn't like Simon and you vowed to not bring him up again. 

It was strange. You were engrossed in your little harmonic world, but somehow the mentioning of Simon disrupted it painfully. 

Gibbs on the other hand was sanding his boat and trying to calm down. Until she mentioned this idiot it was a wonderful sunny day. Yesterday evening you two were cuddling on the couch and it felt like home to him. Later he carried you to your bed, feeling your body in his arms, you smelling wonderfully like vanilla and he was in heaven. Still he was marveling how this could happen. Last night he was sleeping as good as he had been for a long time. He could still feel your body and was smiling happily until now. 

But then he thought of the intruder Simon. Probably he was the reason why you only wanted to be friends with him. As hard as it was, he had to accept that. But this was his house and living together with you felt like family, so he will do anything to protect that. He thought determined and sanded away. 

What he didn’t know was that you had called off the date with Simon. After the intense kiss with Gibbs you couldn't go to a date with another man. Okay, with another boy. Because Simon was cute and a friend, but he had still growing up to do. Gibbs on the other hand was a man who knew what he wanted. 

Living together felt for you like family, too. And you were falling hard for him as he was for you, too. But this man was an absolute enigma to you. 

In the evening you were cooking together what was your established habit. Standing beside him you watched as he worked away. Eventually he stopped and looked at you “something's the matter?” 

“No. I simply love to cook with you” you smiled and he smiled back. What you really wanted to say so much was “I love you”, but he obviously saw you only as a friend. Sure, he was a gentleman but he never tried or mentioned anything, so you thought sadly that he didn't want anything with you. 

And he? All he wanted was to kiss you. To hold you as tight as possible and kiss you senseless. And it was getting harder with each passing day to restrain himself from doing right that. Working so near beside you, looking in your wonderful eyes that sparkled and shined so much…he so wished that they would sparkle with love for him and shine only for him. And that wish was growing stronger. So strong, that it was nearly killing him not to be allowed to touch you. 

But you made it clear in Jenny's office, you wanted him only as a friend. 

So the two of you pondered in silence. Not knowing that your thoughts, desires, wishes and feelings were the same. It would only take an honest talk between you two and you could be lucky together, but somehow there was a wall between you, so no one tried to speak of the elephant in the room. 

This evening you two enjoyed a meal with 3 dishes, with wine, candlelight and soft music. You talked about everything and nothing, but not about the one thing that mattered the most and was so much required. After dinner and cleaning the kitchen you helped him sanding his boat in silence until you accidentally injured your hand. 

Gibbs was immediately at your side, took your hand in his and inspected the injury. Thankfully it was not a big one. He grabbed the first aid kit and began to clean the wound “this will hurt a little” he murmured and you nodded. You couldn't think anymore, your hands together and him being so close to you felt so good, that you wanted more. 

As he was finished he put away the kit and there you two stood in his basement. Very close yet so far away from each other, staring in the eyes of the other silently asking for permission of giving in to your mutual desire. 

And then he slowly closed the distance between you. He brushed his lips cautiously against yours as if to ask for permission and his lips were so soft against yours you could have died right on spot. As you answered the kiss he immediately deepend it, closed his arms around you and pulled you to him. You snaked your arms around his neck, pressed yourself against him and kissed him back with all the pent up desire you had. 

But suddenly he broke the kiss and panting he took a step back. You were panting too and asked “what's the matter?” He only shook his head “we can't do that.” You tried to process his words and as they sank down in your brain you hung your head, nodded and fled to your room, because you felt the tears coming. 

He was standing lost in his basement and then hitting the wall with his fist. For a short while he was in heaven, but he had to stop it. Somehow he had a feeling he should head-slap himself for that. He shook his head on himself, took care of the wounds on his knuckles and took a deep gulp of his bourbon. Then he began sanding his boat once again, readying himself for a long night ahead. 

This night you cried yourself to sleep and the first time since you were living with Gibbs you were grateful that tomorrow was the meeting with the doctor, which decided if you could go home. 

(To be continued...)

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[randomfoggytiger]

@thursdayinspace, you wanted multi-chapter fluff; and I tried to deliver! >:DDD

Picking up from Part 5 of @tatooedlaura-blog/tatooedlaura/Laura Sprys's Our Moments series, Scully's medical decline pushes her and Mulder past their pretense, comfortably crossing boundaries and spending precious moments basking in each other's company: sharing a bed, shopping for groceries, cooking a meal, and spinning sweet, sweet banter.

And, of course, after her remission they go for round two.

Shadowed Grey Eyes

“I’d like to drive through Ireland.... We’d look for leprechauns and rainbows... and never come home.”

“Would you find a nice Irish girl to settle down with? Have eight or nine kids?”

Kissing the back of her head, “I’ve found a nice Irish girl already and I don’t need kids, just her.”

“What if I find a nice man in a kilt?”

“That’s Scotland.”

“Sorry. I think I’m almost asleep. Would you wear a kilt if I asked you to?”

The Warmest Thing I Own

 He felt her and opened his eyes, finding the room grey but light, “what time is it?”

Her voice scratched out an, ‘I don’t care’ before burying her head back in the pillow.

“Are we not caring today? ‘Cause I can get behind not caring today.” Reaching out to poke her side, “how are you feeling?”

Rolling in his direction, she gave him a smile that could have lit the city had she come with plug and adaptor, “I actually feel okay. I don’t think I’ve slept like that in weeks.”

Fancy Paper Napkins

Finally in the kitchen, he opened the crockpot, stirred with the big spoon, and glad to see the mushrooms soft and unburned, offered Scully a taste. Refusing with an, ‘I’d like to wait for dinner,’ he nodded towards the fridge, “go grab the steak, would you?”

They ate like civilized people, at the kitchen table, forks, knives, fancy paper napkins …

End of the Road

His mind was open and slow, filters off, walls down, and in that very moment, the only thing he had left in the world to say was “I love you.”

Post Moments

You sat through a steak, my famous garlic mushrooms, six tubs of ice cream, and all those M&Ms I kept feeding you and you couldn’t taste a thing? The amount of money I could have saved during those months I tempted you with anything I could find while, really, it all tasted like sawdust...."

“I got …” being generous for his sake, “hints of flavor.”

Hope you enjoy~

[wolfofwhiterun]

TES Summer Fest 24 - Day 4: Enamoured

@tes-summer-fest

Angi is not overly pleased when her roof caves in at six ‘clock in the morning, even less so with the man that falls through with it. He staggers up to his feet, wincing with protest and splinters, before he slowly swivels to face her. “I am so.” He begins in earnest, before seeing the arrow knocked in his direction. “Sorry.” He raises both hands in meek surrender and smiles apologetically. “Would it make you feel better if I said I was on a mission to save the world when your timber gave out?” The Nord says, hesitantly. “No.” Angi responds, bow still taught. “The man pauses for a moment, weighing his options. “Would it make you feel better if I helped rebuild the roof?” She thinks it over for a moment, before lowering the bow.

She watches him up on the roof for several hours, shirtless, sweating, as he carefully replaces the timber with her spares and hammers them back into formation. She could help, but the view from below isn’t terrible and she hasn’t had company in a while. So she sits, and watches.

After a few rather amiable hours the man comes back down the ladder, wiping sawdust onto his trousers. “All sorted.” He says brightly. The pair stare at one another for more than a moment, before the tall Nord clearly his throat and tries not to look overly bashful. “I saw the targets you got set up down the ways, you shoot? More than just trespassers, I mean” He asks, half-a-joke. She raises an eyebrow and looks him in the eye, for a change. “Aye, you looking to practice?” She asks plainly. “Wouldn’t say no, could help work out the knotted shoulder a bit.” He rotates the shoulder for emphasis. She notices.

“Alright then, let’s see you best the trial score.”

“What do I win if I pass?”

She gives him another thorough look over. He’s tall. She likes tall.

Tel leaves the next morning, a homecooked meal under an arm, the bow he has won strung across one unknotted shoulder. He turns and waves as he rounds the mountain corner, out of her sight. She gives him a nod in return, and smiles to herself. As far as strange men falling through ceilings go, she wouldn’t mind if that particular one did again.