#then we got her a really special wet food for dinner and a new toy!!

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Someone turned 14 today~

[itisannak]

Parenthood Rehearsal (Ashton Irwin Fluff)

Summary: Ashton and (Y/N) babysit her baby nephew. Based on Love Prompts: #14: “Let’s have a baby.” & #35: “This is why I fell in love with you.” (Words: 2.3k) (Request)

"Make sure the milk is not too hot." My sister says, peeking inside the stroller for one more look at her son, who is suckling on his pacifier. "You already told me that." I remind her, sighing as I try to remain patient with her. "And when you put him to bed, make sure you don't tuck him in too tight. He moves a lot and it is not safe." She states, holding up his little blanket. "Honey, can we go? We are going to be late." My brother-in-law points out, tapping at his watch. It is my sister's first time leaving her son and going out for the night, and it is even worse since the wedding they are attending is too far away for them to return tonight and pick Benny up. I can partially understand her, even though this talk by the door really gets on my very last nerve. "We have got this." I assure her. Ashton smiles and nods, rolling the stroller further into the house. This is the only way to get them to leave already. "If anything happens..." She begins and I groan. "If anything happens, we will let you know. Now leave. Or you are going to make it to the wedding after the couple leaves for their honeymoon." I hold the door for her and she scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You will see him at lunch. You look gorgeous, have fun." I try to sweeten the goodbye, but I can tell she is having a hard time. My brother-in-law mouths a thank you as his hand rests on her lower back and he guides her out of the house. "Call me before his bedtime." Is the last thing my sister says before I close the door to her face.

I make my way to the living room, where Ashton has already set up the portable playpen for my nephew. "Alright. How is my favorite guy?" I cheer at the baby, picking him out of his stroller and holding him to my chest, bouncing him to make him giggle. "I am alright. Just a little sore from setting this up." Ashton replies, even though he knows I am talking to the baby. "Bold of you to assume you are my favorite guy." I tease my husband, making him fake-gasp and touch his chest in pretend offense. "Ouch. 7 months old and he already stole my spot..." He shakes his head, walking closer to me. He leans down, planting a kiss on my forehead before he takes a seat on the couch. "One of us will have to take care of dinner." I state, joining him on the couch. I bounce the baby as Ashton hands me one of multi-textured toys. "Or we can order in." He suggests as I hold the toy out for the baby boy to grasp. "I am a horrible housewife." I sigh, earning a chuckle from Ash. "Your aunt is being funny." He says to the baby, tapping his nose. The little boy finds his hand more interesting than the toy I am holding, reaching to grasp my husband's fingers. "You are not a housewife. And takeout does not mean you are horrible." He replies, letting the baby play with his hand. "I could really go for Tex-Mex tonight." I mumble and he hums. "I could really go for it too. What time should he eat?" Ash asks, picking up Ben so he can hold him and let the kid play with his fingers. "In about 2 hours. But we will have to bathe him first." I reply and he hums. "That means we get to play with the little dude for at least an hour..." He says cheerfully. "You know, I kinda get my sister... I would have a hard time letting go of that dude too. I will probably have a hard time letting him go tomorrow." I sigh, stroking my hand over the soft hair on top of the baby's head. "A bit dramatic, don't you think?" He asks and I shrug. "He is just so cute..." I pout, taking Ben's little hand in mine. "That he is. Come on, let's give him some tummy-time." Ash suggests, pressing his lips on my forehead. Ashton lets Ben on the crawling mattress he has laid on the floor of our living room, laying aside him on his tummy as well. Ben quickly finds his way to the playpen, crawling the short distance without any problems. "Good job, buddy." Ashton cheers, scooting towards him.

I test the water's temperature with the little toy duck thermometer, seeing if the water is too hot for the little guy. "It will take us a fortnight to gather all his stuff..." Ashton sighs, undressing the baby for his bath. "She swore she would bring only the essential..." I mumble, picking the lavender wash out the toiletries bag. "She does realize he will only spend a night at our place, right?" He asks, slowly lowering the baby into his baby tub. "For her feels like a century. Come on, be lenient... It is her first time leaving him." I giggle, kneeling to wash him. "Should I go make a bottle?" He asks, standing aside to let me move with ease. "I think it is too soon. We will have to dress him up before we feed him, and by then the milk will be cold." I reply, wetting the baby's head. "I will go lay his clothes on our bed." He offers and I nod. "Thank you. But make sure you are here to help me pick him out of the tub." I flinch just at the thought of picking him up and him slipping from my hands. "I will only be gone for a minute." He assures me, walking out of our bathroom. Ben flails his hands in the water, splashing around as I use the soft-bristle brush to wash his hair. The whole bathroom smells like lavender soap and that makes me feel soft and mellow. I sigh, thinking of how it will be when Ashton and I decide to have a baby. When we got married two years ago, we decided to just take time to enjoy one another, see the world and submerge ourselves in new experiences, so having children was not a conversation we truly ever had. At least not seriously, not taking into consideration the logistics behind it. But ever since my sister announced her pregnancy, this need of becoming a mother myself was stirred up. And it got worse since Ben was born since I got to hold my nephew in my arms. It does not help that Ashton is so good with him. Fatherhood looks natural on him, and the sight of him holding the baby makes my heart race. I cannot help it, picturing him with our own baby, imagining how good he will be as a parent. But I also know he is such a good parent because he practically raised his siblings. And then he became the father of the group, the older mentor for his friends. It is more than certain that he needs a break from that role, and I understand that. Sighing, I grab the rinsing cup and wash the shampoo off Ben's head. I lather his washcloth with the cleanser and softly cleanse his skin, making sure I don't scrub too harshly on his sensitive skin. "Everything ok in here?" Ashton asks, resting against the doorframe. "Yes, we are done in a minute." I smile at my husband who picks up the baby's towel and preps it in his arms to carry him to our bedroom. I rinse the baby off and move over so Ashton can pick him out. "Oh, you smell so good, bud." Ashton kisses the top of his head as I rinse and drain his tub. "Can you handle dressing him up so I can prep the milk?" Ashton asks as we walk towards our bed. "Can you handle making his bottle?" I ask and he chuckles. "Piece of cake." He assures me, laying the baby on the changing mat. "I think I can do dress up." I reply, picking up the lavender lotion.

I finish putting on his onesie when Ashton returns with the bottle. "You are still struggling with dressing him up?" He asks with a soft giggle. "If you knew all the steps in his nighttime routine, you wouldn't be that surprised..." I state, picking up the baby and sitting on the ottoman to feed him. "Can I do it? Can I feed him?" He asks, sitting next to me. "Are you sure?" I ask and he nods. "Yeah, yeah. I'll feed him, you go take a shower and then you put him to sleep and I take a shower." He replies, motioning for me to give him the baby. "Ok, I'll make sure to be quick." I hand him Ben carefully, watching him as he starts feeding him. "Go, I have done this in the past, multiple times." Ashton says playfully. I raise my hands in defeat, walking away from the two boys.

I did as fast as I could in the shower, and despite the short length, it was exactly what I needed. I walk out of the bathroom, already clad in my pajamas and ready for Ben's sleeping ritual. Ashton is humming a tune as he walks around the room with Ben in his arms, rubbing his back softly. "I thought I was supposed to be putting him to sleep." I whisper, not wanting to disturb the little guy. "I got carried away. Can you order food?" He asks, in the same hushed tone. "Still TexMex?" I ask, taking my phone from the nightstand where it was charging. "Yes. Get the usual, I think you have the order saved on the app. Ask for door delivery and pay with my credit card, so they don't ring the bell and wake the baby up. Ask for a text upon delivery." He whispers and I shake my head. "So bossy..." I mumble, and he shoots me a look. "I have no problem with your nephew crying all night if you don't have too..." He states, looking at Ben to see if he is asleep. "Ok, ok... A crying baby is the last thing on my checklist for tonight." I reply, writing the instructions for delivery in the special field.

"I think in a minute or two, he will be ready for bed." Ashton announces, bouncing the baby to lull him to sleep. "I will stay with him, you go shower." I reply, laying his bedding on my side of the bed. Thankfully, the bed is big enough for me to sleep comfortably along with Ashton on his side of the bed. "Once he is off, we can't get out of the room. We have to watch him so he doesn't roll over." I remind him and he nods. "So, we will eat in bed. And we will read that book you bought the other day until we are off too." He states, letting Ben on his mat. The baby continues sleeping, sucking on his pacifier rhythmically. "This is why I fell in love with you. You always find solutions." I say happily, making him turn his head and plant a soft peck on my lips. "I'll be right back." He whispers, walking towards the bathroom.

I watch as my nephew sleeps, pouting over how angelic he looks, how peaceful he is. I want a baby, and I want it now. I want to have a baby with Ashton, I want to raise a child with the love of my life, I just want it. It hurts me physically being in need of becoming a mother. "(Y/N)... (Y/N)? Do I flip the page?" Ashton nudges me, making me come out of my thoughts. "Hm?" "We have been on this page for a while? Did you read it? Should I change it?" He asks. "I am sorry, give me a minute." I start scanning the page, but Ashton shuts the book and leaves it on the bedside table. "You seem a bit off. Are you tired? Do you want to go to bed?" He asks me, kissing my temple. I shake my head, taking a breath. "I want a baby." I admit, moving so I can look him in the eye. "Now?" He asks, knitting his eyebrows together. "Don't make fun of me. I want us to have a baby. I know you practically raised your siblings, and then you raised the boys, and I know you needed a break from fatherhood when we got married, but I want to have a baby. I want us to grow this family. I want a baby because..." I go on and on, but Ashton just chuckles and reaches to cup my face. "(Y/N)... Let's have a baby." He says as if it is the simplest, most natural thing in the world. "You are serious?" I ask and he nods. "Very. And if we didn't have our nephew here tonight, I would show you how serious I am about having a baby with you." He winks at me, making my eyes go wide and earning a light slap on the shoulder. "Ashton..." I gasp and he shrugs. "What? You asked for a baby... I am just saying, we can start trying." He replies, pulling me in for a kiss. "You are going to be an amazing dad." I mumble against his lips before I rest my forehead on his. "Only because you are going to make an amazing mum." He kisses the tip of my nose while stroking his thumbs over my cheeks.

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[avengerscompound]

The Tower: Family - 18

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2354

Warnings:  Pregnancy, smut (fff threesome, pregnancy sex, sex toys, multiple orgasms, vaginal and anal penetration with toys)

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family.  When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 18: Girls’ Time

After talking with the others I decided I’d wait a little while before meeting my mother.  In the end, I felt like I needed to be sure what she was doing was genuine or not before I agreed to see her.  It wasn’t like I didn’t have other things that were more important to think about.  I had the ultrasound coming up to check for abnormalities and where we could find out the sex of the baby.  I had had this feeling that because three of us were pregnant, and because we already had two kids that there wouldn’t be enough excitement to share.  Often with second children people aren’t quite as hyped as the first one, partially because they’re busy with the first one, partially because all those baby things you need to buy you already have, and partially because the other people in your life don’t share your excitement.  With that on top of the fact, there were three people pregnant and I was the least pregnant, I thought by the time I hit all the milestones everyone would have been a little burnt out.

To my surprise, that was not the case.  I don’t know if it was just that there were ten of us and we were all excited about the new family members that we fed off each other to keep that going, if the others were trying to make it up to me from last time, or if the fact that when I was pregnant with the twins so many of them weren’t around and I had nothing to compare it against, but everyone was buzzing.  They’d go from happily feeling Natasha or Wanda’s stomach for kids, to saying how they wished they could feel kicks from the baby I was carrying too.  They’d talk about potential baby names for the three girls and then start speculating what sex the baby I was carrying was so they could name it too.

It felt good.  I loved how buzzed everyone was.  I loved how special they made not just me feel but Wanda and Natasha too.  I couldn’t wait to meet the four new members of our family and I was buzzed to find out what I was having.

Wanda, Natasha, and I all now had crazy cravings too.  Wanda was craving a lot of food she made with her mother.  She was vegetarian now, so she was adapting recipes that included bell peppers stuffed with pork to be vegetarian.  She was also making desserts from puff pastry and quark cheese.  Interestingly, her usual aversion to hot food had gone completely and she was enjoying all these things warm and fresh out of the oven.  Natasha’s were completely different.  She was craving high fat and high salt, which delighted Clint.  Pizza.  Burgers.  French fries.  Natasha was ordering them all hours of the day and night.  Her cravings annoyed her.  She was careful to try and balance them with salad or at least something less processed and she hated that she didn’t have the willpower to ignore them completely.  For me, I was craving sugar and things that were high in iron.  I was drenching spinach in honey mustard dressing and eating every dessert that was offered.

The men were all very keen to take care of us too.  If we had a craving they were rushing to the kitchen or ordering in takeout to cover it.  It wasn’t just food we were craving.  Our sex drives were out of control and with the kids at school we were spending a lot of days dragging people off to bed with us.  Interestingly our sex cravings were all different too.  Wanda was completely off penetration of any kind but if you went down on her she came so hard and so quickly it would make your head spin.  Natasha really, really liked being spooned.  Which was another thing that annoyed her, because she normally liked being so dominant and in control.  That didn’t annoy her nearly as much as she started getting weepy when she climaxed.  And for me?  Well, I was really into anal.  I had no idea where it had come from, but I could climax from anal alone.

The day before my ultrasound, Wanda, Natasha, and I were spending some rare time where it was just the three of us.  We’d dropped the kids off at kindergarten, come home via a nail salon where we’d gotten mani-pedis, and then come home to have a very mismatched lunch that catered to our different cravings.

“Please stop thinking about sex, Elise.  It is very distracting,” Wanda said in a tone that was half scolding and half playful.

“Don’t worry, Wanda,” I teased.  “I’ll take care of you.”

“Elly!”  She squealed and threw a dinner roll at me.

I laughed and caught it, tearing it in half and feeding a piece to each dog.

“Elise,” Natasha scolded.  “Don’t feed the dogs from the table.”

“Why not?”  I protested.  “Clint does.”

“Oh yeah, Clint’s who you want to model your behavior on,” Natasha snarked.  Wanda started giggling and Natasha wrapped her arm around Wanda’s shoulders.  “I bought you a new toy, by the way,” she said.  “I think given your current desires you will like it quite a lot.”

“Natasha,” Wanda whined.  “Why are you teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you,” Natasha said, nosing at Wanda’s cheek.  “We haven’t had girls time in forever.  Let’s go upstairs.”

Wanda wrinkled her nose and nodded.  “Yes, please.”

Natasha smirked and stood, offering Wanda her hand.  Wanda took it and let Natasha lead her away from the table.  “Elly, are you coming?  I got a nice present for you too.”

I got up as quickly as I could and followed after them, curious about what Natasha had in store for us, and already a little wet knowing it was going to be good.

When we got to the bedroom we helped each other strip off.  It was pretty far from sexy.  We were all different levels of pregnant.  Wanda was huge.  Probably as big now as Natasha would be full term.  She was finding it hard to even get her pants on and off by herself these days without help from someone else or using her powers.  Natasha wasn’t as big, and she was more mobile, but she was still a little awkward and she wasn’t exactly able to pull off a sexy striptease anymore.  I wasn’t quite as big as her, but it was like my body had realized it was pregnant and just gone straight into the third trimester despite the fetus I was growing not being anywhere near ready yet.  So I was not exactly co-ordinated as I got out my maternity sweats.

When we were finally all undressed Wanda and I climbed up onto the bed while Natasha went and gathered the things she had ordered.  She laid out a selection of toys and lotions on the bed before getting up on the bed.

I think that all three of us were having trouble with actually feeling sexy.  It is hard when you feel slightly awkward in your own body.  But the way they looked at me, it was easy to believe I was the most desirable person in the world.

“I think we might need to take turns,” Natasha said. “It’s a little awkward otherwise.”

“Let’s start with Wanda,” I said.  “She’s gonna get off from just us anyway so we should get her before it becomes too much.”

Wanda giggled.  “So thoughtful, El.”

Natasha lay down so she was spooning her.  She took a little vial of gel and squirted a blob onto her index finger before slipping it between Wanda’s folds and rubbing it slowly onto her clit.  I began to kiss Wanda and massaged her tits.  Wanda moaned softly into my lips and held onto me.

“Oh,” Wanda gasped, breaking the kiss.  “That tingles.”

“Mm-hmm…” Natasha hummed taking her hand away and grabbing the vibrator.  It was small and pink with a white cap on the end.  She turned it on and it hummed softly as it buzzed in her hand.  Natasha slipped it between Wanda’s legs and pressed the white end against her clit.  Wanda hummed softly but that didn’t seem to be the reaction Natasha was looking for.  She kept moving the toy, just a little wriggle as she upped the buzz.  “Fuck!”  Wanda gasped and covered her mouth.

“There you go,” Natasha said, holding the vibrator in place. “You foul-mouthed girl.”

I leaned in and started to suck on Wanda’s breasts.  I’d suckle and nip at her nipple until it was hard and then move to the next.  Wanda started panting very quickly and her hips jerked out of her control.

“Nat...Natasha, please,” she begged, her voice soft and needy.

“It’s good, isn’t it?”  Natasha hummed.  “Hitting that exact need, right?”

“Oh god, yes,” Wanda moaned.  Her orgasm was coming on very fast and seemed to be hitting her much more intensely than normal.  Her whole body had begun to jerk and her legs were shaking.  Natasha held her in place and upped the buzz on the vibrator.

Wanda’s body seized up and she cried out as she squirted hard.  Natasha didn’t ease up though, and as Wanda’s orgasm passed, a second hit immediately and her legs kicked out wildly as she moaned loudly.

Natasha pulled the vibrator back and kissed Wanda’s neck.  “You want one more?”

“No, no… I need a break.  That was…”  Wanda babbled.

“Fast.  It got you fast,” Natasha teased.

“Seriously,” I laughed.  “That had to be five minutes and she squirted.  What the hell is that?”

“Satisfyer pro,” Natasha said.  “It has suction.  I got one for each of us.  And you’re next.”

“Oh goody,” I said, as we moved around.  Wanda was moving slower and her eyes looked a little glazed as she moved in front of me.

Natasha handed Wanda a different vibrator that looked just like the one Natasha had used on her and Natasha took another toy and showed me.  “Wanda’s going to use the vibrator while I fuck your ass with this.

The toy in her hand was beautiful.  It was a clear, shimmering glass dildo.  The shaft was wavy and it had a thick round end.  Running right through the center was a blue feathered design so it almost made it look like an icicle.  It looked more like a sculpture than a sex toy.

“Pretty,” I said.  “That’ll be the prettiest thing I ever had in my butt.”

“Elise!”  Wanda scolded and spanked my thigh playfully.

“What?  It’s true,” I laughed.

Wanda took some of the stimulating gel and rubbed it into my clit, obviously trying not to laugh as she did.  The gel was warm and made my clit tingle.  Behind me, Natasha lubed up the toy.  We were pressed closely together.  Wanda’s stomach touched mine, while Natasha’s pressed into the small of my back.  Wanda and I began to kiss and she turned on the toy and pushed it between my folds.  I hummed at the soft buzz and Wanda tilted her head and moved it around and increased the intensity.  When she touched it on my clit, the small device sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves and vibrate around it.  I gasped and tense up, digging my fingers into Wanda’s side.

Behind me, Natasha teased the cool glass toy over my asshole.  She was patient, and even as the toy sent pleasure rippling through me, making me muscles clench and spasm, she didn’t start easing the dildo in until I’d relaxed enough to take it.

She began to fuck my ass with the toy as Wanda sucked on my breasts and held the suction vibe on my clit.  My cunt clenched and spasmed, and my toes curled.  I wasn’t going to even last the five minutes Wanda took.  It was intense and every single one of my pleasure centers seemed to be hit at once, with such perfect accuracy.

“Oh god… oh fuck…” I babbled, cursing over and over.   My whole body seized up and I jerked hard between them and came, my clit twitching under the toy.  Neither Wanda nor Natasha eased up though.  If anything Natasha seemed to start to fuck my ass harder.  Wanda turned the toy up and pressed her teeth down on my nipples.

I came again, my toes curling and my hips jerking.  My belly bumped into Wanda’s but even still they didn’t stop.  Wanda turned up the vibe and I screamed - my third orgasm hitting me hard.

They both stopped and kissed me softly as they let that last orgasm shudder through me.  “Natasha’s turn,” Wanda said.

I moved behind Natasha and took a thin g-spot vibrator from the collection.  Wanda took the other suction vibrator and applied the gel to Natasha’s clit as she kissed her deeply.  I kissed Natasha’s neck and lubed up the vibrator.

As Wanda pressed her vibrator between Natasha’s fold, searching for her clit, I sunk the g-spot vibe into Natasha’s cunt.  I fucked her with it as Wanda held the other vibe on Natasha’s clit.  Natasha rutted her hips slowly between us, moaning into Wanda’s lips.  I sped up my pace, angling the toy so it would hit her g-spot and vibrate against it.

The sounds Natasha made kept getting louder and more primal.  She jerked between us and came gushing onto my hand.  We kept going, fucking her with the toys, kissing her neck and breasts.  Her skin became flush and sweat clung to it.  She came again, and even as that orgasm rocked through her a third hit, making her whole body shake.

“Stop, stop…” she begged and Wanda and I took the toys away immediately.  They were both a sticky mess and we put them with the others to clean up.  The three of us lay back.  Wanda and I giggled as Natasha panted between us.

“Shit,” she sighed.  “Why don’t we do girls' time more often?”

“I don’t know,” I said, rolling over and kissing her shoulder.  “But we definitely should.”

// NEXT

[seanfalco]

The Swap | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Language, Smut, Switching partners

a/n: Another installment of the adventures of Win and Lydia and their Nathans in time for Thirsty Thursday. 👀

Lydia's mind had been acting up lately and there was this one thought she couldn't seem to shake as she looked down at Win, laying on her lap as they watched tv.

"Hey, Winnie... I've been meaning to ask you something, but I'm a little scared," she finally had the guts to say.

At Lydia’s words, Win turned to look up at her from her spot in her lap. “What’s up?” she asked, wondering what it was that was bothering her girlfriend.

"Have you ever been curious to... um... get with my Nathan?" Lydia asked casually, twisting the ends of her hair, trying to sound relaxed.

Win tensed for a moment, her pulse climbing. She had thought it about it, more than once, if she was being honest, but there was something almost forbidden about it. It was like though he had the same face... the same everything as her Nathan, there were things about him that were completely different. She’d also be lying if she said the idea didn’t turn her on, but she wondered how her Nathan would take that. He could be a little possessive, and while he seemed to have gotten past that with Lydia, she wasn’t sure how he’d feel about the other Nathan.

“I mean, yeah, I’ve... thought about it,” Win answered, keeping her voice carefully nonchalant.

"Cool..." Lydia swallowed nervously. Ever since that kiss, the one on the couch when Lyddie was basically riding Nathan's thigh, though it wasn't her Nathan, the idea had been stuck in her head. "Would you be okay if I... got with your Nathan?" Lydia muttered quietly. "Just hypothetically speaking."

“I-I mean... I’d be alright with it... if you were,” Win answered, clearing her throat lightly. She’d also been thinking about that same night, and Lyddie’s Nathan snogging her rather enthusiastically while she sat in his lap. “I think we should make sure they’re alright with it first though,” she added, catching Lydia’s gaze.

"Yeah, of course... It's just a thought, you know how my brain works, I'm always wondering," Lydia giggled, leaning over to kiss Win's forehead. "But yeah, I'd be alright with it."

"Who's hungry?" Lyddie's Nathan burst through the door with two huge paper bags. "We've got burgers, fries, chicken nuggets..." Win's Nathan followed carrying the drinks, careful not to spill anything.

Win turned to watch them come in, grinning as her Nathan winked at her and she sat up, letting Lyddie up as well. Maybe there’d be time for her to talk to him about it tonight.

“I’m starving, you two are my heroes!” she exclaimed, pulling Lyddie with her to the kitchen.

"Ugh me too..." Lydia groaned. She had no idea how to bring the subject up with the guys, but for the moment being, she tried to forget about all that and focus on the pile of food in front of her.

"Cheese and caramelized onions for the picky eater," Lyddie's Nathan exclaimed, handing her her special order.

"Thank you guys," she said, giving each of the Nathans a tender kiss.

“You okay there, Winnie?” her Nathan teased, purposely using her new pet name to get her attention when she merely stood there for a moment, watching the others. Shaking herself out of her thoughts she flashed him a grin.

“Yeah, I’m peachy,” she replied, grabbing her order and plopping down in his lap. Leaning in toward Lydia, she pitched her voice low so only she could hear it. “Maybe after dinner we could get them alone and ask them?”

"Sounds good!" Lydia nearly choked on her food just thinking about it. The entire time they ate she was dead quiet, merely eating and watching the others eat. She was pretty sure her Nathan would come around, but she didn't want him to think she loved him any less.

After Lydia was done, she escaped to the bedroom, dragging her Nathan along. He grabbed his drink and suggestively waggled his brows at Win as he went.

"You don't gotta say it, I know what y'want..." he exclaimed with a grin.

Once the other couple was gone, Win turned in her Nathan’s lap and kissed him without preamble. “Oh ho, I see how it is,” he smirked, grabbing her ass. “Did you and Lyds orchestrate this so we could have some alone time?” he asked, waggling his brows in the same fashion as his clone and Win huffed a soft laugh, kissing him again.

“Actually, I need to talk to you about something,” she said, almost wishing she hadn’t eaten so much, so her stomach wouldn’t roil so.

“Talk about what?” Nathan prompted, already suspicious.

“About... Lydia,” she answered, not quite meeting his gaze, her fingers toying with the long curls at the nape of his neck.

“What about Lydia?”

“Do you, y’know, fancy her at all?”

“Do I what—?” he exclaimed, his eyes widening with panic. She’d heard him moaning that day when Lyddie’d kissed him.

“It’s okay if you do, because she... well, she fancies you, and...”

“Wait, are y’sayin she wants t’shag me?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying,” Win answered with a grimace,” but can y’blame her?” she added quickly when his mouth fell open.

“Wait, does that mean, you wanna shag him too?” he demanded.

“Well, only if he wanted to, and it didn’t bother you,” Win answered truthfully, but Nathan fell silent, chewing his lip. “Hey, talk t’me,” she murmured, her stomach clenching tighter as she lifted her boyfriend’s face. “I’ll understand if you say no. It’s just... curiosity,” she explained, trying to find the right words for it. “He’d never replace you, you know that right? Because what we’ve been through... no one could take that from us. I love you, and this wouldn’t change that.”

Nathan closed his eyes and pressed his face to Win’s chest. “Alright,” he groaned hesitantly.

“You don’t hafta say yes if you don’t want to,” she insisted, but he lifted his face, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

“No, you’re right... I’m curious too. Lyddie is...” he whistled low between his teeth, “and it wouldn’t be fair for me t’be... curious, if you weren’t too,” he rationalized slowly. “But it really won’t change anythin’?” he asked again and Win was quick to press a kiss to his lips.

“I promise. I love you, y’idiot, and I always will.”

“Yeah, alright then. We’ll try it this once and see how it goes.”

——

"Actually, I just wanted to talk... is that okay?" Lydia asked, watching her Nathan’s lips twitch into a confused frown.

"So... you know how you kissed Win that one time at the pub and then again the other night?" Lydia started awkwardly.

"Oh, Lollipop, are you jealous? It's okay, I love you, y'know th..." her Nathan wrapped his arms around his fiancé, kissing her neck.

"No, that's not it. I just wanted to ask if maybe you'd like to... I don't know, have sex with her?"

"Wait, what?" Nathan grimaced. "Y'mean like a threesome?"

"Well, that would be nice, but I've been thinking more along the lines of swinging," Lydia shrugged, trying to make the idea sound as harmless as possible. "If that's something you'd be into."

"So you're sayin' you wanna shag the other one?" Lyddie's Nathan exclaimed, widening his eyes.

"You'd shag Win— I know you fancy her, you told me so," Lydia pointed out, taking his hand and fidgeting with his long fingers.

"Yeah, I do, but thinkin' of the other Nathan shaggin' you..." Nathan clenched his eyes shut and jerked his head.

"I thought you guys were becoming friends, you're always hanging out and all.”

"We are, he's a pretty nice fella, but you're my fiancé."

"I know, and I love you so much, you know that."

"How long have you been wantin' to shag him?" Nathan asked, looking down; not sad, not mad, but slightly insecure.

"About 9 years, ever since we met at the bowing alley, because he's you! You're the same person, there's nothing to be jealous of," Lydia insisted.

"At the end of the day, you're my Nathan," Lydia ran her fingers through Nathan's hair. "I'm engaged to you, it would just be an experience, and who knows? You might like it..."

"Yeah, I s'pose..." Nathan rolled his eyes. "But you swear that nothin' will change?"

"Nothing will change," Lydia pulled his face closer to kiss him softly. "You're my cocky bastard, and I love you."

"I love you too," Nathan sighed. "I guess it wouldn't be cheatin', and it'd be unfair for me t'shag Win if you can't shag him."

Lydia opened the door, and walked slowly to the living room, to make sure she wouldn't interrupt any important conversations. "Dessert, anyone?" she asked, hoping things went well with Win and her Nathan.

The other pair jumped at Lydia’s voice, turning to look at her, Win flashing her a hesitant smile, while Nathan eyed her thoughtfully.

“Desert sounds nice,” Win mused.

“Yeah, what you have in mind?” Nathan asked.

Lydia looked at Win for confirmation that everything went smoothly. She thought about saying 'how about some lollipop?', but decided against it before she was sure everything worked out. "Whatever you want."

Nathan glanced down at Win, biting his lip and she grinned at him meaningfully. Clearing his throat he looked back up at Lyddie. “There is somethin’ that sounds good,” he said, wetting his lips. “Maybe a little... lollipop...?” he suggested, hoping it didn’t sound too cheesy.

"Oh," Lydia smiled widely and looked over at her own Nathan who nodded. "Alright, should we..." trailing off, she offered Win's Nathan her hand, nodding her head towards the room. "Let's go, Nats."

“Wait!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed before following her into the bedroom, leaning in for one more kiss from Win before pointing at the other Nathan. “You better treat her good, y’hear!”

"Alright, you too, man," Lyddie's Nathan huffed a laugh. "Careful, by the way, she scratches..."

"Only if you want me to," Lydia whispered provocatively while unbuttoning her blouse on the way to the room.

Nathan swallowed thickly as he followed Lyddie, letting her shut the door behind them. Left out in the other room, Win cleared her throat awkwardly. She wasn’t used to feeling awkward when it came to sex. She was “the sexy one”, she always had been, no matter who she was with... but this was different. Obviously he wouldn’t be out here if he wasn’t okay with it, but still...

“Uhm, so...” she began, pausing to take a deep breath. “How do you... wanna do this?”

"Well, I think we just... go for it?" Lyddie's Nathan shrugged, before placing his hand on the back of Win's neck, leaning in to kiss her.

“Right,” Win murmured as Nathan’s lips found hers and she kissed him back, closing her eyes, trying not to get caught up in overthinking everything. Opening her mouth she ran her tongue along the seam of his lips, begging entrance as she stepped closer, slipping her hands into his curls.

Nathan parted his lips slightly, deepening the kiss as he moaned softly under Win's touch. That felt... different, but also very good. Without hesitating, he pulled her onto his lap, his hands sliding down to grab her thighs. "Okay, this is happenin'..." he mumbled under his breath.

“Are you nervous?” Win asked breathlessly, pulling back to look at him.

"Me? Nervous?" he scoffed, but noticed how unconvincing his tone was. "A little. I've been doin' it with the same chick for over a year, and now..."

“Yeah,” Win murmured, unconsciously twirling her finger in one of his curls. “I get that. I’ve been with Nathan, er, my Nathan for the same amount of time. But, uhm... I promise I’m not gunna judge you or anything. Wow, I’m usually a lot sexier than this. I’m sorry,” she laughed.

"No, don't apologize. Trust me, you're sexy, like really fuckin' sexy," he assured. "No complaints here..." Nathan exclaimed, getting rid of his shirt as fast as he could before kissing her once again, humming against her lips as his body relaxed.

Win grinned against his lips as he shed his shirt, his apparent eagerness melting the ice a little and she grasped the hem of her shirt as well to lift over her head in one fluid motion, leaving her chest bare, her skin prickling under the cold, reminding herself that he’d already seen her naked a couple times.

Nathan groaned at the sight of Win's bare chest, moving quickly to take her peaked nipple between his lips while his other hand gave her ass a tentative squeeze. "See?" Nathan looked pointedly at his growing bulge. "I told ya, you're sexy."

Huffing a relieved laugh, Win rolled her hips against him, as her fingers danced down his smooth chest moaning with a shudder at the friction of his erection against her clothed pussy.

“Mmm, so are you,” she murmured.

With a pleased smirk, Nathan's hands quickly unzipped his jeans while his mouth was busy exploring Win's neck. He kissed her soft skin, careful not to leave a mark, which he imagined her boyfriend wouldn't appreciate.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, bucking his hips, teasing her.

“Yes!” she gasped, arching into his touch. “Though I bet it’d feel even better in me,” she purred in his ear, grinning at his reaction.

"Jesus..." Nathan's breath hitched and he buried his face in the crook of Win's neck. "That can be arranged. Let's see..." his fingers quickly slipped under the waist of her knickers as he blindly searched for her clit. "Hmmm, so wet for me."

“Ahh!” she moaned as he finally found her sensitive bundle of nerves and she flushed hotly as she realized just how wet she was. “Oh, Nathan,” she sighed as he rubbed at her. “Fuck, I want you to touch me all over.”

"Of course, Winnie," he grinned while one of his fingers slid inside of her, his thumb still circling her clit. "Let's not waste time with this..." with one motion of his other hand, the rest of their clothes were gone. "That's better."

“Much better,” she agreed, reaching between them to caress his cock, rubbing her thumb over the tip. “So hard for me,” she purred, biting her lip.

Nathan gasped as he felt Win's hand, and he helplessly nodded. "You're so hot, holy shit... I want you t'ride me," he admitted, eyeing her hungrily, his mouth trailing kisses all over her chest.

“You read my mind, Natty,” she cooed, pushing him to his back and leaning against his chest to steal a heated kiss as she ground against him, drawing his bottom lip between her teeth to suck on before she pulled back.

Grasping his cock to align at her entrance she held his gaze as she slid onto him, rolling her hips to sheath him completely, letting out a soft cry as he filled her. “God Nathan, please touch me,” she begged, placing his hands atop her pert breasts as she ground against him, her whole body gyrating gracefully as she rode him, lifting her arms above her head as she arched into his touch.

Nathan watched agape as Win rode him, her voice echoing in his head as if that was the only sound left in the world. He kneaded her breasts roughly while she bounced on his cock and he observed the hypnotizing motions of her body.

"Oh, Win, that feels so fuckin' good," he groaned, pulling her closer as their lips crashed together urgently in a sloppy kiss.

All she could do was moan in response as her tongue warred with his, her whole body aflame as each thrust of her hips brought him deeper, hitting her just right and she could feel her climax building like a compressed spring. “Oh Nathan, I’m-I’m gettin’ close, please—“

"Y'gonna come for me? Go ahead, Winnie, I wanna feel it," Nathan hissed, idly rolling her nipple between his fingers as his other hand on her hip guided her movements. He could feel himself getting closer as well; it took all of his willpower not to come before Win, her moans alone being enough to drive him insane.

Biting her lip, Win sped up her movements, instead of her rolling thrusts of before she dissolved to frantic rutting movements as Nathan met her every thrust, chasing her pleasure as it built and built until— “Oh, fuck, Nathan—!” she cried as her orgasm crashed into her and she threw her head back, riding through it, bouncing desperately on his cock, her tits bouncing in time, until a keening whine left her throat.

As Nathan felt Win contracting around him, crying out his name, he wasn't able to hold back any longer, exploding with pleasure inside of her. "Oh God," Nathan panted, holding Win's limp body against his chest, trying to catch his breath. "This was... amazing."

“Yeah,” she panted, finding herself smiling as she lifted her face to look at him. ���You were— shit, you felt good. Oh, fuck,” she groaned, reaching up to brush his hair from his forehead.

"You too, you were..." Nathan brushed Win's hair away from her face as well, still in shock from what had just happened. "Incredible."

Yeah, Lyds was right, as she usually is, Nathan thought to himself, all jealousy and insecurity forgotten at this point.

“D’you think you’d wanna ever... do this again?” Win asked, shifting to lay next to him on the couch, between his body and the cushions, his arm around her as she rested her cheek against his shoulder, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Because she definitely wouldn’t mind if there was a repeat of that.

"Definitely! Let's just hope your Nathan can rock Lyddie right, this way it's not awkward or anythin'," Nathan snorted with laughter. "But judgin' by the noise, they're doin' fine..."

Win laughed along with him. “Oh yeah, I think they’re fine in there.”

Meanwhile, Nathan let Lyddie lead him to the bed, already feeling his cock getting hard as he eyed her open blouse hungrily. He’d seen her naked before, but he was dyin’ to get his hands on those lovely tits.

Lydia giggled as she saw Nathan getting hard. Letting the blouse slide off her body, she quickly unzipped her skirt, getting completely naked.

"Like what you see?" she asked, pulling Nathan by the hand onto the bed.

“Oh, you have no idea,” he exclaimed, letting her pull him, too distracted to walk, his gaze going to her pierced nipples. “You’re so gorgeous, Lyddie,” he murmured.

"You don't look half bad yourself... but you'd look much better out of these clothes," she teased as she started to undress him. "Don't be scared to be rough with me, yeah?"

“Oh yeah, I figured, from watchin you and Win,” he exclaimed, hurriedly helping her divest himself of his clothes, nearly tripping before crawling atop her, his mouth finding hers as he snogged her eagerly, his hand roughly kneading her breast.

Thankful that he went straight to the point, Lydia moaned into his kiss, running her hands over his unruly curls. "Hmmm," she murmured against Nathan's lips with a chuckle. "Did you use your power to get your mouth to taste like cherry or is this from the soda?"

“Oh, uhm, I think th’soda,” he admitted, “D’you like it?” he asked, switching breasts, making sure to really tweak her nipple hard, wanting to hear her gasp as he forced her legs apart with his thigh, pressing it between her legs.

"I love it, you taste so good," Lydia pressed her lips to his once again as she squirmed, grinding against him. She immediately remembered riding his thigh on the couch, the sweet relief of friction after all that teasing and all that wait... that’s exactly how she felt again.

“D’you like that? You’re such a dirty girl, so desperate for it, huh?” he asked, kissing down her neck to her chest, bringing her tit to his mouth.

Yes, oh God, yes... I need you so bad," Lyddie cried as she felt his tongue teasing her nipple. "I wanna feel you, Natty."

“Yeah?” he asked, “I wanna hear y’say it. I wanna hear exactly what you want.”

"I want you to shag me senseless," she drawled, getting wetter by the second. "I want you to make me scream."

“You got it, princess,” he exclaimed, giving her nipple one last teasing flick of his tongue before sitting up and lifting her legs to prop on his shoulders before guiding his cock to her entrance, pausing to rub his head along her slick folds with a groan. “Oh, fuck Lyddie, you’re so wet,” he exclaimed as he pressed into her, shuddering at how tight she felt around him.

"Ah, Nathan, please..." Lydia begged, a wave of pleasure washing over her as he filled her up. Her hands grasping at the sheets as she arched her back. "Just like that," she whimpered, enjoying more than anything the way he looked at her, like she was some sort of masterpiece. "Don't stop, Nate, you feel so good!"

“Oh, I don’t think anything could get me t’stop, darlin’,” he groaned, finding a rhythm as he began to move in her, snapping his hips into her with abandon, wanting to hear her scream. “Oh fuck, y’feel so good. You’re so tight Lollipop,” he panted, the loud slap of skin on skin filling the room and for a moment he swore he could hear Win’s cries on the other side of the wall, but the sounds Lydia was making under him stole his attention.

"Fuck!" Lydia gasped, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts, wanting him to go deeper. For the first time she realized her Nathan wasn't really that vocal in bed and damn, did she love hearing his voice as he fucked her, saying the dirtiest things. "I want you to ruin me, Natty," she growled. "I wanna see you break a sweat before you get to come inside of me."

“I’m definitely gettin’ there,” he panted, already feeling perspiration sticking his hair to his forehead.

He loved watching her tits bounce and jiggle with each rough thrust and he grunted as he pushed himself deeper, feeling the whole bed creak and slam against the wall. “Oh fuck, Lyddie, fuck—“ he swore, desperately trying to hold on. His first time with her, he didn’t want to have an early ending.

"Don't worry, I'm getting close," Lydia used a trick that used to work very well with her Nathan when he was having trouble. She ran her nails along his arms so he would have another feeling to focus on for a few seconds. She bit her lip, watching as his slightly wet curls moved swiftly with his vigorous moves and the lean muscles on his arms and shoulders flexing. "Oh, Nathan, I'm getting so close!"

“That’s right,” he groaned, sweat rolling down his temple now as his aching muscles pushed on. “I wanna hear yeh scream for me Lyddie,” he said, pushing his elbow into the mattress to stabilize himself as he continued to ram into her, his thrusts growing jerky and irregular. Reaching between them he fumbled for her clit, rubbing his fingers against it desperately, hoping the added sensation would help tip her over the edge and damn did he feel the difference, her walls clenching tighter around him as soon as he touched her.

"Nathan! Oh, fuck!" she moaned way louder than she intended, letting herself go as she felt her climax take over. Lyddie was a ticking time bomb and Nathan's fingers did the trick to get her ready to blow. Her screams became a soft cry as she relaxed, completely satisfied. "Wow..." she sighed heavily with the biggest grin on her face.

Pumping the last of his seed inside her he nearly collapsed on top of her, his arms ready to give out.

“You can say that again,” he panted, laying down carefully next her and pulling her into his arms. “Lydia, you’re wonderful, he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple

"You were awesome, that was fucking great," Lydia rested her head on Nathan's shoulder, kissing along his jaw. "Yeah, I'm glad I had this idea..."

“Yeah, me too,” he murmured, waggling his eyebrows at her. How d’you think it went out there?” he asked, running his hands up and down her back soothingly.

"I think they had some fun," she laughed "I hope they had enough fun to wanna do it again, because I definitely do..."

“Yeah, that would be nice,” he mused, pressing a kiss to her forehead. As much as he loved Win, Lydia was definitely starting to grow on him, even when he wasn’t shaggin’ her.

[onechicago-upsteadrhekker]

Hi friends!!

I wrote a thing. Forewarning, it is a very angsty Christmas themed fic. Like very angsty, so just be prepared.

Loosely inspired by ‘The Sweetest Gift’, The Piano Guys version; Title taken from the same.

Here’s the sequel no one asked for.

sometimes i still breakdown

The house still felt empty; especially during the early mornings when she woke up cold and alone but she was slowly learning to be happy again. 

Or at least she was learning to look like she was happy again even if she didn’t feel it. 

But today was Christmas and instead of feeling love and warmth and happiness she felt cold and empty and pain.

Because there was no laughter. 

There were no sparkling eyes. 

There were no whispers of ‘Merry Christmas’ against her lips. And god, did it hurt.

A physical ache in her chest that would come and go in varying degrees depending on the day and today, that ache hurt. It hurt so much so that she didn’t want to get up. 

She couldn’t bare the thought of moving through the decorated house that should look cheery with the tree and the lights that her friends helped her put up but to her, it wasn’t cheery at all. It was dull and despondent and all it did was remind her of what was missing. 

But then a small cry came and another and she knew she couldn’t do that no matter how much she wished she could so she pushed herself up from the cold mattress, ignoring the empty space beside her and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

Rubbing her face with a weary hand, she crept over to the bassinet that sat a few feet away and looked down at the wailing infant. Reaching down, she scooped the child up and placed her on her shoulder, patting the baby’s back lightly, “Shh, Hazyl. Momma’s got you.”

Hailey padded the few short steps back to her own bed to sit down, bringing the baby to rest on her lap so she could look into the little girl’s face. Wiping the fat tears from Hazyl’s cheeks, the baby quieted down into soft whimpers as she mirrored her mother’s sad eyes.

“You missin’ your daddy?” Hailey hummed to her daughter as she gently swayed her closed knees. She gently picked up one of Hazyl’s tiny feet to place a kiss on the bottom, “Did you know that it’s Christmas?” She continued to talk softly to the little girl who was now watching her mother with enraptured eyes, no trace of tears.

Hailey sniffed, smiling down at Hazyl as valiantly as she could, drinking in those beautiful green eyes.

Jay’s eyes. 

“Christmas was your daddy’s favorite time of year, you know,” She whispered, leaning down to pepper kisses on the little girl’s cheek, “If he were here right now, he’d probably be bouncing off the walls in excitement for your first Christmas,” A wet chuckle escaped her lips, “And the presents of course.”

Hailey paused, barely suppressing a sob, “But he’s not so we’re just going to have to be excited for him, aren’t we?” She softly stroked Hazyl’s forehead, “There’s gonna be a lot of events like this where we’re just going to have to learn how to do it by ourselves. Just us girls.”

There was a creak of a door from down the hallway followed by the sound of little feet running and Hailey gave the yawning baby in her lap a knowing look, whispering conspiratorially, “Speaking of just us girls. I think your sister’s up.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before Ellie busted through the bedroom door, her favorite stuffed animal and blanket clutched in her hand.

This was a new routine of theirs since Jay died.

Almost every morning, she was joined in the bed by her two girls to be snuggled and loved. It was their time to silently miss a husband and father in the way only they could understand without the pitying looks or words of sympathy.

It was a reinvention of an old routine, really.

Since Jay had always been an early riser, he would sometimes go snuggle with Ellie in her bed before they went to work. But he couldn’t cuddle with Ellie anymore and he had never had the opportunity to cuddle with Hazyl so it was up to Hailey to make new, special routines just for them.

They had been reinventing a lot of routines and they hit harder on days like today.

Ellie ran over to the side of the bed, clambering up onto the mattress with a little boost from Hailey before she snuggled tightly into her mother’s side all without saying a word.

That was another new thing.

Gone was the chattering, animated little girl of only a few months ago. Ellie had become a shell of herself, a lot like her mother had but no matter how much Hailey tried to hide her suffering to put on a smile for her, Ellie’s behavior had little change.

She was despondent now with little excitement for anything. Only giving small smiles when Will came over every Tuesday to spend the afternoon with them and when Adam, Kim and Kevin took her out to dinner and a movie every other weekend.

When Hailey attempted to keep to their normal activities, Ellie would look up at her with sad eyes and tell her it wasn’t the same without daddy.

They both ended up crying most days, Hailey clutching onto Ellie like her life depended on it and it honestly probably did. And when Hazyl was born she joined them, grieving for a father she would never know.

Ellie hardly laughed anymore and her eyes had lost their bright, innocent sparkle.

And that hurt almost more than anything.

She was still grieving, Will had said and Hailey wondered if they would always be grieving. 

Hailey thought the answer would probably be yes.

Ellie’s whole world had been snatched away so suddenly in a way that her young mind hadn’t understood but as Hailey looked into those blue eyes that were so like her own with each day that passed, she knew Ellie was beginning to understand what death was.

Death was waking up everyday, expecting cuddles from her daddy only to find that he wasn’t there to give any.

Death was starting to learn that no matter how hard she wished, her daddy wasn’t coming home.

Death was seeing her mommy cry and death meant being hugged a little tighter.

Death meant everything changed and Ellie didn’t like this change where her mother whispered to baby Hazyl about how wonderful daddy was and told them both how much he loved them.

Ellie wanted to hear it from daddy himself. He was supposed to be here to hum the baby to sleep and tuck her in after he read her her favorite story.

They were supposed to show baby Hazyl how to play cops and bad guys, how to build a pillow fort and how sneak attack Uncle Will, Uncle Adam and Uncle Kevin.

And he was specially supposed to be there today. Because it was Christmas and who was going to help her teach baby Hazyl to lick the bowl of their special Christmas cookies when mommy wasn’t looking? Or help her put together her toys? Or to hold her when she was sleepy after the big, fancy dinner?

But he wasn’t there and Ellie was starting to know better than to hope her daddy had magically come back and was in bed next to mommy.

She felt her mommy’s arm tighten around her, pulling her closer into her warm side. The lips she felt on the top of her head she was learning to savor because when her daddy kissed her six months ago, she hadn’t known it would be the last time he kissed her.

And that made her want to cry.

“It’s Hazyl’s first Christmas,” Ellie heard her mother murmur in a tone that she knew was supposed to sound happy, “Are you going to help her open up her presents?”

She wanted to tell mommy that no, she didn’t because daddy was supposed to help her but decided not to because every time she mentioned daddy’s name, mommy looked like her heart was breaking all over again. Instead, Ellie nodded and tried not to think about how sad the day was going to be without daddy there.

“Let’s go see what’s under the tree, huh baby?” Mommy stood up, cradling her little sister to her chest and holding out her free hand for Ellie to take, “And then we can make our special Christmas cookies.”

Ellie wasn’t sure if she wanted to do any of that without daddy and she didn’t think her mommy wanted to either but Ellie knew that they had to so baby Hazyl had a good Christmas even if daddy wasn’t there to make it perfect.

Hailey watched Ellie as they entered the living room, the presents that she had put under the tree last night piled up waiting to be opened.

She watched as the little girl cast forlorn eyes over the presents, not approaching them but staying right by her side, so different from last year.

Last year she and Jay had been awoken at five in the morning by a bouncing toddler.

Last year she and Jay had been practically dragged to the living room so they could see what was under the tree.

Last year there was laughter and happy squeals and sparkling eyes.

Last year they had Jay.

Now they didn’t and time marched on as if Hailey hadn’t lost the person that was more herself than she was.

She wanted to scream and curse and ask why had the universe taken away the best husband and father anyone could ask for who loved them unconditionally.

There was knock on the door and Ellie looked up at her with questioning eyes as Hazyl babbled in her arms blissfully unaware of the grief that shrouded the room.

Hailey frowned, not expecting anyone this early in the morning on Christmas but went to the door anyway, Ellie staying right behind her, a little fist holding onto the extra fabric of her flowy pajama pants.

Looking through the peephole caused tears to immediately prick her eyes as she opened the door to find Adam, Kevin, Kim, Will and Voight standing on her front porch laden with gifts and food.

Adam was even dressed up as Santa, a white beard attached to his face and a big, red sack thrown over his shoulder.

He let out a jolly “Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas,” to which Hazyl giggled and even made Ellie smile the biggest smile Hailey had seen from her since Jay died.

Hailey should have known that they wouldn’t let her spend the day alone but it still took her by surprise at how much they cared. Trying valiantly not to cry, she stood back and opened the door further to let the group in.

Adam swooped Ellie up in his arms, tickling her with another big ‘Ho, ho, ho,’ before passing her down the line to get hugs from everyone as they filed through the door, heading to the kitchen to set down food and presents.

Will was last through the door, giving Ellie a massive hug before setting her down so she could run around to see what everyone else was doing. His eyes met Hailey’s, a look of profound grief and understanding passed between them for several long seconds.

A tiny sob escaped her as Will gathered her into his arms, giving her a firm hug; Hazyl squished protectively into Hailey’s chest.

No words were needed. He knew what she was going through. He had lost a brother and she had lost a husband; Ellie and Hazyl had lost a father and they were all learning how to deal with grief in a way they never thought they would have to experience.

Hailey had heard it all from well-meaning acquaintances and cops she interacted with on crime scenes. They told her how sorry they were, how strong she was, how it will be easier to move on with time.

But Hailey knew ‘sorry’ would never replace the loss she was dealt; not even close. She knew wasn’t strong; she was barely holding it together. And moving on with time? That was a big, fat lie.

She was starting to understand that you never moved on. Not from something like this. You hold that place in your heart, close it off, try to lock the door, visit from time to time but you don’t move on. You never move on.

And Will knew that. He understood, even if his loss wasn’t as profound as hers, he still lost a part of himself he would never be getting back. 

A friend. A brother.

He didn’t give her half-assed platitudes because he knew that all they ever did was remind her of what she’d lost. That words would never be enough unless it would bring Jay back and they both knew that wasn’t possible.

So she was grateful for her brother-in-law. Especially on days like Christmas when Jay’s absence was so sorely felt. 

Thankful that he was willing to take over being the strong one even if it was only for a few hours without having to be asked.

Hailey knew that she could have this day to grieve, to reminisce quietly, to escape in a corner to cry silently and the kids would be adequately distracted by the people who she loved most.

They were giving this to her and she was going to take it. She was tired of being strong and she honestly didn’t care if that made her look weak. 

Today she was going to say goodbye to Christmases with Jay. She was going to pull out every Christmas memory she had with him, savor it and then pack it away until next year, hoping it wouldn’t hurt as bad.

So, that’s what she did. Ellie and Hazyl opened presents while Hailey watched, mourning the fact that she’d had to pick out the presents by herself. Mourning the fact that she didn’t have any presents but not because she wanted anything.

It was because the person who typically got her sentimental things like jewelry with Ellie’s birthstone or practical gifts like an expresso machine wasn’t there to give them.

It was ironic really because all Hailey wanted this Christmas was Jay.

She blinked back tears as Jay’s stocking went untouched and tried to laugh when Adam, Kevin and Will tried to steal the cookie dough of the special Christmas cookies she and Kim were baking.

But all she could think about was how it wasn’t the same without Jay. 

It should be Jay coming in to disrupt her kitchen. It should be Jay carrying Ellie over a shoulder and a strong arm wrapped around Hazyl. It should be Jay right in the middle of whatever shenanigans Will, Adam and Kevin were getting into as Voight rolled his eyes at the male members of his unit.

What was even more heartbreaking was that she could tell Ellie was thinking the same thing in the way her smile was a little dimmer and the way she was reluctant to swipe a bite of dough despite the encouragement of her uncles.

This was a tradition that she’d shared with her father and she wasn’t used to the idea of it changing. Didn’t want to get used to it.

This made Hailey furious at the world and unbelievably sad for Ellie and Hazyl’s future without their dad.

Hailey’s father was less than perfect. Less than a man.

But Hailey’s children had a father who would move heaven and earth for them. A father who was perfect in their eyes and the bravest man they knew.

Now, Hailey still had a less than perfect father but Ellie and Hazyl lost their father who was more than perfect.

It wasn’t fair and it didn’t make sense just like their Christmas hadn’t made sense.

Instead of the happy, joyful day it should have been it was really only a husk of that. There were a few hearty laughs, a few beaming smiles and there was a genuine effort to try to have a fun Christmas but none of their hearts were really in it, each thinking of the brother, friend, father, son and husband they had lost.

The house was dark now, the only lights coming from the Christmas tree she was sitting beside. Will and the team had left a few hours ago after putting Ellie and Hazyl to bed for her. She had thanked them and assured them that she would be alright by herself--she would have to be alright by herself.

Now, hours later sitting on the cold floor in the dark, empty house beside a Christmas tree that almost seemed as lonely as she now that Christmas was almost over, Hailey let herself cry.

She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes as she let out gut-wrenching sobs, her heart aching with want. 

What she wouldn’t give to have Jay wrap his arms around her.

Crying even harder, she thought of his smile and rare belly laughs. She thought of the way his eyes sparkled when Ellie threw her arms around him exuberantly.

She thought of his kind hands and generous heart. His determination to put away evil and protect his unit--his family.

She thought of the way he shielded her from danger, the way he’d held her, the way he loved her.  

She thought about past Christmases. His strong hands carrying in their tree year after year. The way he always let her move around the ornaments he’d hung if she didn’t like where he’d put them.

His tall frame placing the star on the tree and then helping Ellie do the honors once she came along. 

And then she remembered the Christmas five years ago that she’d told Jay they were pregnant with Ellie. The joy on his face as he unwrapped a positive pregnancy test, little booties and a onesie.

The way he had kissed her and told her all of the plans he had for their family; talk of babies and a house filled with love, growing old with each other. How he would always protect her, be there for her and their children.

But he had lied and today someone had celebrated Christmas with their alive little girl while she spent Christmas with a dead husband and her little girls’ dead father.*

She’d done a lot of that this year but the hardest parts were the parts when he wasn’t there.

He had died, leaving her with toddler and pregnant with their second baby. She’d had to protect them all by herself. She’d had to be there for them even as she was falling apart.

She’d had to pick out another girl name and she’d had to put the nursery together herself.

But one of the hardest things she’d had to do was give birth without him by her side. Cradling a newborn Hazyl, crying in her hospital bed knowing Jay would never know this little girl that looked so much like him.

Introducing her to Ellie, wishing Jay was there to see how enraptured his Ellie-bug was with her new little sister. Bringing her home alone, needing Will to carry Hazyl’s car seat because Jay wasn’t there to do it for her while she recovered from childbirth.

She thought being a pregnant widow with a toddler was hard. 

Healing from birth, breastfeeding a newborn, chasing a toddler all while still being a grieving widow was harder.

Having Hazyl this year was the best gift she’d received but it was the hardest thing she’d ever done. It was difficult to bring a new life into the world when the mother had just lost her whole world. 

Loving her children without constantly grieving over what they’d lost was nearly impossible.

They should be celebrating this year. Celebrating the two little girls they had made through their love. Celebrating the life they had made together but instead, Hailey was left to pick up the pieces of a life that was so different from last year all by herself.

Taking a trembling breath, Hailey picked up the picture frame that was sitting beside her. Fresh tears filled her eyes as she looked at Jay’s handsome face, running shaky fingertips over his stubbled jaw as if he was really here with her.

“I miss you, Jay. So much,” She whispered out brokenly as she clutched the frame to her chest.

God, did she miss him.

Clinching her eyes shut, a few tears escaped as she rested her head against the wall. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there like that, hugging Jay’s photo to her full breasts but a small cry pulled her out of the grief-filled stupor she’d been sitting in.

It was coming from Hazyl’s baby monitor and the tightness of her chest told her it was probably close to midnight, time for Hazyl’s feeding.

So, it was time to be strong again. Christmas was over and her heart was still shattered but she had two little girls relying on her to get them through this.

To keep Jay’s memory alive even if it tore her apart inside to remember what never would be.

Another cry came from the monitor. 

Hailey kissed the cool glass over Jay’s picture reverently before putting it back under the tree and pushing herself up off the floor.

Her eyes caught Jay’s empty stocking hanging over the fireplace and she swallowed hard, pressing a hand tightly to her stomach.

Hailey took a breath, her eyes glassy with tears as she squared her shoulders and forced herself to get it together as she walked towards the stairs, towards her daughter’s cries.

With one last glance, she saw Christmases with Jay flash before her eyes. The laugher, the presents, the color, everything as they added more and more life to the house they’d bought for their future.

It had been too short but they’d had a partnership, a love that could cross time and space and in her heart, even though Jay wasn’t physically there with them any more, Hailey knew he was still there with her.

He was there in her heart, in the memories she saw all around the house, in the two babies they’d been blessed with before he’d been forced to leave her.

He was her great love story and her heart still belonged to him no matter how many Christmases passed. 

She whispered into the cold, empty living room, “I love you, Jay and I always will. Merry Christmas, my darling husband.”

I hope you enjoyed and please don’t kill me? 

I didn’t think I would write anything sadder than the prequel I wrote to this but I don’t know, I think this one just might have it beat. Tell me what you guys think! I’m not really sure why exactly I felt compelled to write this terribly sad one-shot during what’s supposed to be the happiest time of the year but I did and I blame The Piano Guys.

I thought about publishing on Christmas but thought it was too sad to do that so New Year’s Day it is! Not sure if that’s any better but I do hope you enjoyed it in some form or fashion even if it’s not the happy upstead Christmas you guys probably wanted.

* was a reference to Jay’s cause of death mentioned in the prequel one-shot entitled ‘we’ll never be able to treasure life enough’.

Let me know what you guys thought! Love you all and I hope to have some new stories coming your way soon!

Happy New Year!!

[hotpinkhoshi]

the pact | tied up (m)

pairing: jinyoung x reader (in the pact universe)

genre: this is basically pwp okay but a little fluff ofc

summary: jinyoung gives you a gift for your birthday that you’re sure to never forget.

warnings: uh.. bondage? sub!jinyoung (he’s not very good at it), some thigh riding action, oral, dirty talk, light choking/slapping, oh my god it’s really not that bad i swear

word count: 6k

a/n: hi ily all thank you for being so great. just wanted to let you know because i don’t really have anything else to say! onto the filth!

You hadn’t wanted much for your birthday this year. Just some relaxation and maybe a slice of cake. 

This year, your birthday fell on a Saturday, so you’d slept over at his place on Friday. Both of you fell into a peaceful slumber after a few drama episodes and some junk food. As far as Birthday Eves went, it was more than satisfactory. 

He let you sleep in while he made breakfast, a full out feast that you hadn’t been expecting. It was more than you’d ever gotten for your birthday from a boyfriend, and you hadn’t even been dating Jinyoung a year yet. 

The rest of the day was spent just how you’d wanted to; lounging around with some Netflix and snuggles before it was time for your birthday dinner with your friends. You went to a restaurant that Jackson recommended, which turned out to be a delicious Italian place. 

“Gross, you guys are so cute. I’m gonna throw up,” Sana said, the smile on her face contrasting with the disgust in her words. 

You laughed, one glass of wine deep while leaning into Jinyoung’s shoulder. You felt overly touchy tonight and it seemed as if Jinyoung was feeling the same way. His hand was planted comfortably on your thigh as he relaxed into the back of his chair, sipping on his own wine with a smirk. 

“Leave us alone, it’s my birthday.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell from the tiara,” Sana responded. You stuck your tongue out. 

“Hey! You got this for me,” you countered, bringing your hands up to adjust your plastic crown. 

As you went to take a sip from your newly refilled glass of wine, your boyfriend leaned in to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling your skin. 

“Don’t drink too much, I’ve got a present for you at home that you’ll need your energy for.” 

Your eyes widened and you desperately tried to keep a poker face. You’d already had a slow, lazy session this morning that you would have been perfectly satisfied with. But you wouldn’t say no to a second round before bed. 

“Is it a puppy?” you asked, turning your head towards him and batting your eyelashes innocently. 

Jinyoung chuckled, his fingers trailing further up your bare thigh until they slipped under the hem of your dress. With his other hand, he tucked your hair behind your ear. 

“Hmm, no. Not a puppy. Better.” 

“Do I have to take the crown off?” you asked, taking your lower lip between your teeth. Jinyoung’s eyes darkened as he looked at you, eyes flicking up to the tiara on your head, then down to your lips. 

“No, I think it will be quite fitting if you keep it on,” he replied. You bit harder onto your lip as his hand traveled further up your dress, his pinky finger grazing against your lace covered core. 

The rest of dinner was, to put it simply, torture. You couldn’t keep your thoughts straight and you found it damn near impossible to focus on the conversations going on around you. Now that you knew what was waiting for you at home, your mind was clouded with desire for the man sitting next to you. 

As soon as you got into the passenger’s seat of Jinyoung’s car, you were practically leaping over the center console to kiss him. You hadn’t wanted to be too affectionate in front of your friends because you didn’t want to make them feel awkward. But you needed his touch, not just the teasing brush of his fingers against your underwear. 

“Wh-whoa, hold on,” Jinyoung said against your lips, gently pulling away from you. “I said your present was at home. Not here.”

You pouted as you sat back, your hands resting on each side of his neck. “Baby, I need you. I don’t want to wait until we get home.” 

Jinyoung shot you a cocky smile as he trailed his fingers down the side of your face, dragging his thumb across your plump, wet lips. “You have no idea how badly I want to drag you into the backseat of this car and fuck you senseless. But it’s your birthday, and I have something special for you at home. Can you be a good girl and wait until then?” 

The truthful answer was no, but you were curious about what kind of present he’d prepared for you. Maybe some expensive lingerie. He did like to see you all dolled up for him in red lace, you’d learned that much very early on in your relationship. 

“I’ll try,” you answered, deflating back against your seat. Jinyoung brought your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it, causing your pout to turn into a smile. 

“That’s my girl,” he said, as he started the ignition. 

It was a test of your patience as Jinyoung drove you home, and even more so once you arrived back at his apartment. It was beginning to feel like home to you too. You spent more nights in his bed than your own. 

You kept control of yourself, no matter how difficult it was, as Jinyoung led you up to his apartment. You simply held onto his hand, perhaps a bit tighter than usual. 

Once you were in the silent space of his apartment, you slipped your shoes off and stared up at Jinyoung, fingers still laced through his. 

“Follow me,” he said, before you had a chance to ask. 

Of course, you obeyed. You still felt light and affectionate from the alcohol, but you had a clear enough mind to know what you wanted. Though it had crossed the line from want to need, very quickly. 

On Jinyoung’s bed was a black box, not wrapped, but with a fancy black bow on the top. You looked at him curiously, eyebrows raised. He simply motioned for you to find out for yourself. 

So you walked to the bed, Jinyoung not far behind you, and picked up the sleek, inconspicuous box. As you slid the lid open, your eyebrows furrowed. 

Silk ties.

When you saw the blindfold next to it, you turned to face Jinyoung. He was staring down at you, hungry. But there was something else there as well—an uncertainty behind his eyes that you hadn’t seen before. 

“You… want to tie me up?” you asked, your heart pounding. 

It wasn’t completely new to your relationship. Though he had never used legitimate restraints on you, he was a fan of pinning your hands behind your back or above your head. 

But Jinyoung shook his head. “No, baby. You get to tie me up.” 

You couldn’t help the small gasp that fell from your lips. the simple words were enough to send warmth through your limbs, your mind already racing with the mental image of Jinyoung laid on your bed, fighting against the silk restraints. 

“Oh…” you said, looking down at the box and then up at him. “And you’re okay with it? Really?”

He was the more dominant one between the two of you, by a long shot. And you loved it. It balanced you out perfectly, since you were more comfortable to leave the metaphorical reins in his hands. But it could be fun to switch things up for once. 

“It might take some getting used to, but…” he trailed his hand down your waist, over the curve of your hip until he was toying with the bottom hem of your dress. “I want to make tonight all about you.”

A slow smile spread on your lips. Your sex life was not boring in any way, but you could feel yourself getting excited and hot at the idea of trying something new. 

Jinyoung leaned down to mold his lips into yours, slipping his other hand into your hair as he held you there, kissing you deeply. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling of his tongue slipping past your lips. 

He stole your breath away with his lips for another moment longer before he pulled away. “Tell me how you want me… princess,” he said with a smirk, glancing up at your tiara. 

You bit back a giggle, then chewed your lip as you thought about it. “On the bed, but… first, I want this off.” You tugged at his crisp white button down. 

Jinyoung got the hint, bringing his hands up to his own shirt to slowly undo the buttons. You could feel the heat of his eyes on you as each inch of his chest was exposed to you, your mouth beginning to water when he moved lower and you could see the hard ridges of his abs. 

Finally, he shrugged his shirt off and you were met with the gorgeous sight of his naked torso. You didn’t think you would ever get used to the sight of him, how toned and perfect he was. And he’d just eaten carbs, for fuck’s sake. 

“On the bed,” you breathed, squeezing your thighs together. 

Jinyoung licked his lips and nodded, backing up until he sat back on the bed. “Here?”

You shook your head, tipping your chin towards the pillows. “No, lay down. I’m gonna tie you up now.” Just the phrase was enough to send a pulse of heat between your legs. Perhaps you’d wanted this for longer than you even knew. 

Jinyoung, so far, was quite obedient. You had a feeling it wouldn’t last, though. 

Once he was on the bed, shirtless, you crawled onto the mattress, still holding the box of ties. You straddled Jinyoung’s lap, pleased to find that he was already hardening beneath his slacks. You took one of the ties, smooth and cold in your fingers, and reached for Jinyoung’s hand. Bringing it up to the headboard, you tied his wrist to the metal there, glancing down at his face once you’d finished. 

“Is that okay?” 

Jinyoung looked… overwhelmed, to say the least. He kept looking between your breasts practically spilling out of your dress, now hovering just above his face, to the way you were tying his wrist to the bed. 

“Baby?” You asked again, after he didn’t answer. 

His eyes snapped back to you and he nodded. “Yeah. Yes.” 

“Okay. I’m gonna tie the other one now.” 

You hovered over him again to repeat the process, trailing your fingertips down his arm once you’d secured him to the headboard. Scooting down his lap a bit, you admired your handiwork. 

The image in your imagination was nothing compared to the real thing in front of you now. 

Setting the box to the side, you let your hands roam your boyfriend’s body. Rarely did he allow you to stare at him and completely indulge in the sight of him like this. You knew it was driving him insane already, and you’d only just begun. 

He shivered as your fingertips trailed from the center of his chest down the line between his abdominal muscles. You watched with fascination as his muscles contracted and relaxed, reacting to your feathery touch. 

“God,” Jinyoung whispered, his eyes falling shut. You felt him straining against his pants, his hips bucking up ever so slightly. 

You just smiled to yourself, your fingers continuing downward until they were trailing over the v-line curve of his hips. Unable to help yourself, you leaned down, pressing a wet kiss into his chest and nipping at his skin. Jinyoung exhaled and you heard the squeak of the headboard as he tugged at the silk. 

“Mm,” you hummed as you pulled away. “Baby, you’re going to have to control yourself. I’m only just getting started.” 

“Fuck, I-“ Jinyoung groaned, taking in a deep breath through his nose and out his mouth. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” you replied innocently. “But I think I’m going to need this,” you said, reaching into the box to the side of your bodies and grabbing the blindfold. 

Jinyoung’s eyes opened at your statement and immediately filled with anxiety. “No, fuck. Please don’t.” 

“Why not?” You asked, testing the feel of the blindfold in your fingers. It was black silk, like the ties, with elastic to go around Jinyoung’s head comfortably. 

Licking his lips, he shook his head. “I can’t. I need to see you,” he said, all while you reached forward and slipped the blindfold over his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, baby. But I need to teach you how to be good.” 

Every muscle in Jinyoung’s body looked tense from the combination of the loss of control and the loss of one of his senses. You, on the other hand, were greedy for more. 

“I love seeing you like this,” you told him as your hands resumed their journey along his body. One hand felt along the hard muscles of his chest while you trailed a finger down the curve of his jawline. “Powerless. Hard. Obedient.” 

Jinyoung whimpered. 

A sound you’d never heard before. It was foreign to your ears but you would now make it your personal goal to draw the noise out of him as much as you could tonight. 

“Stop pouting. I’m just turning the tables, right baby? All those times you had me under you, a slave to your every order.” You leaned down, brushing your lips against his earlobe. “Now you can see what it’s like.”

“Baby, I-“ Jinyoung breathed. “I need to see you.”

Although it was pointless, he was blindfolded, you shook your head. 

“Mm, not yet. I’m enjoying this,” you told him honestly. “But you can make it up to me.”

“How?” he asked without hesitation, eager to gain at least a shred of control. 

With a slight adjustment of your lower body, you maneuvered yourself until you were straddling his thigh. The thick, firm muscle pressed between your legs, your arousal already pooling in your underwear. 

“Let me use you. But you can’t move. I’ll get the other set of ties for your ankles if I have to,” you warned. 

“Shit,” Jinyoung sighed, and you wished you could have seen his eyes. It would be absolute torture for him and you knew it. “Okay. I won’t move.”

When you were sure he wasn’t moving a single muscle, you planted your hands on Jinyoung’s hips and began to rock your core against his thigh. You inhaled sharply, surprised at how good it felt already. 

“Oh,” you moaned as your eyes fell shut. “You feel so good. I think I’m already wet.”

“Fuck. I wish I could see you,” Jinyoung told you, just as he tensed his thigh muscle. 

You tipped your head back as you found your rhythm, keeping one hand on Jinyoung while the other trailed down your own neck, one fingertip tracing along the neckline of your dress. 

“Jinyoung,” you whispered, hips grinding deeper into him. “Do that again. Tense your- oh,” your words were cut off as Jinyoung immediately obeyed. 

“That’s it baby, ride my thigh. Shit,” he whispered, and you opened your eyes to find his jaw clenched and both of his hands curled into fists. “I bet you’re so wet right now. Just wanna taste you.”

His words spurred you on as you ground into his thigh with a quicker pace, the sight of him completely powerless in front of you just turning you on even more. 

Your hand groped your own breast over the fabric of your dress as shameless moans fell from your lips. With your other hand, you slipped your palm to cup his bulge, as hard as you’d ever felt it. 

“You’re hard as a rock, Jinyoung. Oh god.” Your eyes fell shut again as you squeezed him through his pants, which only made Jinyoung groan and buck his hips. 

The movement made you gasp as the ridge of his thigh bumped into your clit. You felt the telltale warmth spreading through your body as your rhythm became desperate, uncontrolled. 

“I’m gonna-“ you began, your heart pounding in your ears and your breath catching in your throat. “Gonna come, oh fuck, Jinyoung.”

The headboard squeaked and you were sure if you opened your eyes you’d see your boyfriend fighting against the ties, his only desire to touch your body. 

“Ah, shit, baby. I can feel you soaking through your underwear onto my thigh. Please. Come for me,” he said, his voice strained. 

You threw your head back as you came, your orgasm crashing into you in hot, electrifying waves. You cried out, almost a sob as you rocked your clit into Jinyoung’s leg. Your body twitched and you had to slam both your hands down onto his stomach, curling your nails into his skin to keep yourself steady. 

As you came down from your high, your chest heaving and your hips slowing to a halt, you finally opened your eyes to look down at Jinyoung. His neck and chest both glistened with sweat from the effort of holding himself still, of not ripping his hands out of these god forsaken restraints to grab you. 

“Thank you,” you told him sweetly once you fully returned to earth. “You were so good for me. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” 

Jinyoung nodded eagerly. 

When you finally reached forward to slip the blindfold off of his eyes, you were met with an almost animalistic look on his face. His eyes were wild, filled with desperation and lust. He looked tortured, like he’d just been through some sort of battle. 

But you were only just getting started. He was in for quite a ride. 

“Baby…” he whispered. 

“You’re so good to me, Jinyoung. Letting me fuck myself on your thigh while you just lay there and take it.” 

Jinyoung swallowed thickly, his eyes roaming all over your body from your collarbone, shiny with sweat, down to the tops of your thighs, spread out still straddling his leg. Your dress had ridden up, treating him with the sight of your pretty lace panties, a dark patch of wetness right where your center met his thigh. 

“Please,” he breathed, trailing his eyes back up to your face. “Please untie me. I want to touch you.” 

You smiled down at him and shook your head, running your hands from his stomach up to his chest. “Oh, no. I can’t do that. We’re just getting started.” 

There was a storm of emotions on Jinyoung’s face. You knew him enough to identify each and every one of them - he was frustrated, turned on, and a little bit anxious. It reminded you of all the times he’d been the one in control and you were unable to lift a finger unless he said it was okay. You knew exactly how he felt. 

“I’m gonna make you feel good, baby. Don’t worry,” you told him in a soothing voice. He didn’t look comforted in the slightest. He tugged at the ties once more, letting out a frustrated huff. 

“I want-” He flexed his fingers, his eyes glued to yours. “I want to make you feel good. With my hands. My mouth.” 

Even in this position, where you’d hardly touched him, he was focused on your pleasure. It was actually quite sweet. In a general sense, he always cared so much more about your happiness than his own. It showed just how much you meant to him that he was willing to sacrifice and give up his power just to please you. 

You bent down to kiss Jinyoung delicately, your mouths molding together perfectly as they had a thousand, perhaps a million times by now. The way you kissed him contrasted with the less than innocent position you were in, but you were overwhelmed with the need to make sure he knew how much you loved him. 

When you pulled away, you leaned your forehead against Jinyoung’s. “You always make me feel good,” you whispered, trailing your hands from where they rested on his chest down his torso until they stopped at his belt. “Now it’s my turn.” 

Jinyoung simply watched as you sat up to undo his belt, then the button and zipper to his pants before you began tugging them down his legs. You pushed his pants off the bed once they were removed, leaving him in his underwear. The fabric stretched over his crotch, revealing just how hard and large he’d grown. 

You placed your hand over his erection, a smug smile on your face. Hard, pulsing, and leaking quite a bit of precum onto his briefs. And he was all yours. 

Jinyoung inhaled sharply as you began massaging your palm against him, feeling him grow even harder beneath your touch. “Oh, god.” 

After another moment of torture, basking in the way Jinyoung’s eyes fluttered closed and the quiet noises he made for you, you slipped your fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. You licked your lips as soon as he was naked, hard cock resting against his stomach. 

Without another word, you leaned forward, lips pressing into the taut skin of his stomach. Then you started nipping, sucking at his flesh with the goal to mark him as yours. With each blemish from your lips, Jinyoung took a shuddering, tormented breath.

Your lips traveled down to his hips, leaving wet kisses and hickeys along his skin. All you wanted was for him to look in the mirror and see the marks you’d left and think of the bliss you’d brought him. 

By the time you’d reached his cock, he was hard as you’d ever felt him. You sat up straight now, wrapping your hand around the shaft. Jinyoung whispered your name, his eyes opening to watch you. 

“All mine,” you breathed, staring down at his erection in your hand with adoration. No matter how many times you’d had it inside of you, you still felt hot every time you got him in your hands. 

Jinyoung gulped and you lifted your eyes to his face. You had to admit, you were impressed with how well he was controlling himself. The ties weren’t so strong that he wouldn’t have been able to yank his hands free if he felt like it. 

“Y-yours, all yours, I swear to god,” he rushed out. 

“Are you ready for your reward?” you asked, maneuvering until you were settled on your knees between his legs. You dipped your head down, stopping just before the head of his cock touched your lips. 

Hardly a second passed. “Yes.”

Pleased, you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to lave at the head for a moment. He was completely at your mercy, and the thought made you want to drag it out as long as possible. 

You relished in the salty taste of him, your mouth working at him tenderly as you took more and more of him into the wetness of your mouth. Jinyoung remained the only man to make you love giving head, to the point that you’d begged for it in your more desperate moments.

“Fuck, angel,” Jinyoung moaned, and the only thing that could have made it better was the feeling of his fingers in your hair. You loved when he gripped onto the strands until your scalp burned. 

You closed your eyes as you began bobbing your head, an in-and-out motion that stretched your jaw and made Jinyoung jerk his hips up towards your face. You coughed as his cock hit the back of your throat, only caught off guard for a moment before you recovered. 

“Oh, god that’s good,” he told you, his voice tight. “Love your mouth. You’re so fucking good to me.” 

You pulled off of him and stared up at him as you opened your mouth wide, flattening your tongue to lick a long strip up the underside, hard veins pulsing against the wet muscle. 

Jinyoung never lasted as long in your mouth as he did inside of you, so it was no surprise that he was starting to show signs of approaching his climax. You wanted to drag this out as long as possible, not quite ready to give up the upper hand quite yet. 

You made a show of sucking at the head, closing your eyes and moaning, knowing the vibrations would drive him wild. Then you pulled off with an audible pop, Jinyoung’s hips chasing the warmth of your mouth as you did. 

“Jesus fucking-” he ground out, jaw clenched. “Please untie me. Please.” 

Wiping at your lips with the back of your hand, you shook your head. “Not yet. I’m having so much fun,” you told him with a wide smile. 

“I could make you feel so good,” he told you, his tongue running over his lower lip.

“Mm,” you considered, wrapping your hands around his shaft again and stroking lazily. “What would you do for me, baby?” 

“Anything,” Jinyoung answered quickly. “I’d eat you out until my jaw was numb if that’s what you wanted.” 

“What else?” you asked. 

“Fuck, I-I don’t know, anything.” 

It was an automatic response when your hand came down to slap his thigh. Jinyoung gasped, staring at you with wide eyes. Now he knew how you felt. And it appeared that he enjoyed it, judging by the way he bucked up into your hands.

“Tell me. I wanna know what you’d do to me right now, if I untied you.” 

He wet his lips, eyes flicking down to the way you stroked his cock up to your face again. “I… I’d spread you out, bury my face into your pussy and lick your clit until you were begging for me.” 

It was a scenario you’d found yourself in many times, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel yourself growing wet at the thought. 

“It won’t take long, you’re so good with that mouth of yours. Always have me screaming for you,” you said, thumb swiping over the head of his cock. “You wanna make me come with just your tongue?” 

“Shit, babe, I’ll make you come with my tongue, then I’ll finger you until you’re dripping onto the sheets.” 

You pressed your thighs together for some friction, swallowing down a moan. It was tempting, you had to admit. There wasn’t much in the world you wouldn’t do to have Jinyoung between your thighs, spreading you with his thick fingers while you arched and writhed for him. 

“More,” you told him, switching to a one handed grasp on his cock while the other slipped between your own legs.

Jinyoung watched you with an intensity that only further encouraged you as you slid your hand into your panties, lifting up onto your knees for easier access. 

“Once you’re right on the edge, I’ll stop. Then I’ll bend you over, fuck you so deep while you’re crying out for me.” 

He painted a vivid picture in your head as you closed your eyes, focusing on the way your fingers rubbed your clit and stroked him with the same rhythm. You moaned, rolling your hips into the pressure. 

“That’s right baby, bet you’re so wet right now. Keep going, wanna see you come again.” 

You whimpered as you quickened your pace, both hands working to bring the two of you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Come for me, angel, come on.” 

Your eyes opened as he spoke, the words bringing you back to the present. Tearing your hand out of your underwear, you panted as you took your hand off his cock as well. Jinyoung whined for you, yet another sound you’d never heard from him. 

You clicked your tongue. “No, baby. You don’t get to tell me what to do tonight. Remember? It’s all about me.” 

“Fu-fuck, I’m sorry,” Jinyoung sputtered, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple.

He was close to his breaking point. You could see it in his eyes, the way those pupils were blown out, it even looked like they’d become glassy. While it was exhilarating to see a new side of Jinyoung, you knew he had limits. 

“It’s okay, baby. Lucky for you, the only thing I want right now is your cock inside of me,” you said.

With Jinyoung’s fiery gaze on you, you sat back and removed your soaked panties, tossing them off the bed. Just as you moved to climb back on top of him, Jinyoung stopped you. 

“Take off your dress. Please. Wanna see your pretty body.” 

No matter how many times he complimented you, you still blushed whenever sweet words fell from his lips. You licked your lips, twisting your arms around your back to unzip your dress, then lifted it up and over your hair. 

“God. Look at you, so fucking beautiful.” 

You dipped down to kiss him, needing just for a moment to show your affection towards him. After all, he was the man you were head over heels, ass backwards, out of your mind in love with. And you liked to remind him every chance you got. 

Forehead pressed against his, you maneuvered yourself over his hips until you felt the head of him nudging at your clit. You let him stay like that for just a moment to drag it out until you felt Jinyoung shift his hips uncomfortably. 

“Please,” he whispered once more, this time against your lips. 

With a feathery light kiss, you lifted your hips to hover over him, then let him fill you up on the way down. You sighed, finally satisfied. He was stiff inside of you after all of the build up and teasing and your walls were slick from your previous orgasm. 

“Fuck me,” you told him, keeping your hips steady as you pulled off of him until just the tip was inside. 

Jinyoung was quick to obey, planting his feet on the mattress as he thrusted up inside of you, not even giving you a warning. You gasped and gripped onto his shoulders, letting him fuck inside of you as hard as he wanted. He deserved it. 

His movements were wild, not particularly gentle or controlled. He was loud, moaning and grunting each time he bottomed out. He was muttering filthy phrases against your mouth through gritted teeth. 

“So tight. All mine, this is mine,” he said, nipping at your lip harshly. “Gonna fuck you til you’re crying once you untie me.” 

You mewled for him as he took his frustration out on you, the obscene sound of his skin slapping yours filling the room. In your haze, you didn’t need to think twice before you sat up, reaching for his wrist to untie the knot holding his arm there. 

As soon as one hand was freed, he was grabbing your hair in his fist, nearly knocking your tiara off of your head. But you couldn’t have given less of a shit, all you cared about was letting him pound you into next week. 

You struggled with the tie on his other hand and almost did cry in defeat before finally, the knot came free. It was only a split second before Jinyoung was wrapping his arms around your waist, tipping you over to lay underneath of him. 

How long had he been waiting to do that?

“Ready, princess?” he asked as he stilled, balls deep inside of you. 

“Please,” you breathed. It was shocking how quick the tables had turned - just a minute ago, you were greedy with power, loving the way you had control over his every move. Now, all you wanted was for him to destroy you and remind you who was in charge. 

One hand held your hip, pinning you down into the mattress as he began a brutal, bruising pace inside of you. His other hand came up to your throat, a gentle, but commanding grip that just let you know what he could do, if you asked. 

His name fell from your lips, almost intelligible, as you spread your legs for him, eyes squeezing shut. Your climax was quick approaching like a freight train, and you couldn’t find the words to warn him. He knew your body well enough now to identify the pulsing squeeze of your walls around him. 

“Do it,” he told you as your mouth opened and closed again, his name the only word you could get out. 

He didn’t let up, if anything he moved faster, harder. You were both panting now, sweat dripping down your necks and pooling in the spaces your bodies met. The tension built inside of you, beginning in your limbs as it always did before it spread to your belly. 

With a gasping breath, you felt the tension snap. Your toes curled and your nails dug into his back, no doubt leaving shining red marks in their wake. Your whole body felt numb and on fire at the same time. It was the loudest, most powerful orgasm you’d had in a while. 

When you came down, Jinyoung was still pounding inside of you, but he let go of your throat and instead was holding himself above you, his lips next to your ear. 

“So good,” he whispered, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin below your ear. “You thought you could be the boss, hm? It might have been fun while it lasted, but I can’t wait to make you pay.”

His last three words were punctuated with forceful thrusts, already building you up to another orgasm. You weren’t sure if he could get you there before he came, but you knew the night was far from over. 

“Baby,” you whimpered, twisting your hands up into his hair. “Want your cum. Wanna feel it inside me.” 

You knew it would be enough to send him there, to get him to empty inside of you, and you closed your eyes as he finally filled you up. A feeling you’d felt more times than you could count, yet you lived for it every time.

The rhythm of his hips faltered ever so slightly, and it felt like his climax was never ending. You’d teased him before, but never like this. There must have been something about it, about leaving the reins in your hands, that really did something for him. 

Jinyoung buried his head into your neck, overwhelmed with the sensation of finally coming after having to hold back for so long. You kissed the skin you could reach with your lips - his neck, his shoulder, the curve of his jaw. 

“I love you,” you told him softly, trailing your fingertips down the back of his neck. 

With a kiss to your collarbone, he pulled away and stared down at you. He looked spent, absolutely drained, but Jinyoung’s stamina was not one to be tested. He’d be ready to go for another round within five minutes, tops. 

“I love you,” he repeated, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Happy birthday.”

You laughed, your hands falling from his hair to cover your face. “Oh, god. I just remembered I slapped you - I can’t believe I did that.” 

Jinyoung chuckled and you felt his lips pressing into the backs of your hands. “Yeah, and I can’t believe I liked it.”

Your laughs turned into giggles as Jinyoung flopped next to you, splaying his arm over his eyes in embarrassment. You curled into him, leaning your chin into his chest. 

“It’s okay, baby. We can work our way up to spanking, if you wanna try something new.” 

Then Jinyoung was poking your side, simultaneously pulling you into him and tickling your hips. “Oh, you think you’re funny. Just you wait until I get my energy back.” 

You attempted to wriggle away from him as he blew a raspberry into your chest, letting out a squeal. “It’s okay, Jinyoung! For your birthday, I’m gonna get you a paddle and we can do this all over again!” 

Of course, Jinyoung made good on his word. It only took him a few more minutes of your taunting before he was flipping you over onto your stomach and tying your wrists together to the headboard. He made you pay for your teasing, over and over - with the tiara on. And you loved every second of it. 

[babysizedfics]

Back at it again with a couple more HC prompts, which imma just dump in one, and you can pick which ones you want. Puddles with the kiddos, family baking sessions when both are regressed, Ro wanting attention whilst Logan is reading, so climbing all over his book, how their reactions to new stuffies differ, regressed versus non-regressed birthdays.... Etc... 👍

okokokokok buckle up everyone

Puddles:

this is the only one where i have to be like .. i don't think so :0 see virgil can get very nervous when it rains because he's so anxious about 'is it gonna storm? will there be thunder? will we be hit by lightning? will there be a flood? what if one of us slips and hurts our head??' that he just cannot relax enough to be able to jump around in puddles because 'WHAT IF I SLIP IM GONNA DIE' and the wetness on his skin sets off the wrong sensory feelings so jumping in muddy puddles is a no for him (as much as he loves peppa pig)

and roman is a fussy little thing, he may not care as much for his appearance when he's small but i think he will still be conscious enough to notice if he gets wet hair and muddy clothes - plus i feel like roman's mood is quite tied to the weather, on dark days he tends to fee a little more gloomy, ao again not sure about this especially if he wouldn't have his baby brother there with him

Baking:

OH BOY so roman is a great cook okay? like chef level he has honed his skills so that he can make romantic meals for handsome princes, but baking? nu uh, too technical, he ain't got time for that. Patton is the baker of the house and makes cookies and cupcakes way too often for Logan's liking (but secretly he loves them of course, he's just concerned for everybody's teeths) but both CGs will cook dinner when the boys are little

When the boys are regressed they're not allowed much in the kitchen anymore. after roman tried to make breakfast in bed for his CGs and started a very small but very real fire he has lost some kitchen rights (ficlet coming to you at some point perhaps) and is not allowed in the kitchen without at least one CG. even if he can switch so quickly between headspaces, he ends up either 1) too stubborn to come out of little space, or 2) a kittle bit clumsy when he comes out of it

but to make up for roman being upset by this slight loss of independence (he is a big kid after all) patton and he do weekly baking sessions! and there's always a theme. most recently they had animal crossing themed cupcakes, a little mermaid themed jello (not technically baking but roman wanted to but little fish gummies in the jelly), and... the next one is a secret because i might put it in chapter 7 (: in fact chapter 7 will feature the first instance of this tradition!!

virgil has pyrophobia (fear of fire) and so is never keen to be in the kitchen while there's food preparation going on (but he was allowed to help with the under the sea jello!!) so roman and pattons baking sessions are an excuse for mama and baby bonding time! the tradition didn't start until after virgil's separation anxiety from patton had eased up a little so luckily there's barely any tears

mama baby bonding time consists of but is not limited to: sitting on mama's lap, doing puzzles together, (vee trying to suck on a puzzle piece and crying when he's told not to), mama reading baby books to vee, vee touching all the textures and flaps in the baby books, snuggles

Ro wanting attention while Lo is reading:

this is 1000% canon!! later in the series logan will often be at work in his room and have the boys with him because patton is busy with something or another. they realise they really do need to keep working for thomas' sake but manage to integrate the boys' littlespaces into it. Eg. logan dangling baby plastic keys from one hand to amuse girgil while he's typing with the other

but when it's quiet time, when patton is in virgil's room because the baby is having a nap and papa wants to watch over him, when roman hasn't been little because he's been working or simply not in the mood earlier that day, when logan is just chilling, just reading a stephen hawking book in the living room, when he's literally just vibing, roman can and will launch himself into logan's lap sending the book flying and logan isn't allowed to tell him off because 'I'm little now! i want attention now!! hi mom!!!!'

New stuffies:

AHHHHHHHHH this this this is so so cute!!

roman never used to care much for soft toys before okay? before he was ever a little sure he appreciated disney action figures (he used them to block out scenes he wrote for theatre productions and screenplays and fanfiction) sure he always had a soft spot for Mrs Fluffybottom his childhood toy, but she always just sat on a shelf, he never fet the need to cuddle her or play with her

but when he realises he's little, when he starts playing with vee, when he sees how much vee cares about his soft animals, when patton and logan buy him a present to welcome him to the littlespace family and it's a golden teddy bear (soon to be named Aladdin) with big brown beady eyes and a satin crimson bow around its neck? yeah big kids love stuffies too

and now whenever roman is gifted a new toy (soft or otherwise) he essentially gets the zoomies!!! his brain is going a million miles a minute with all the game possibilities and with the excitement of NEW PRESENT!!! and with the happiness that his caregivers thought about him and he's been a good enough boy to deserve gifts?? yeah he's so so so excited he canNOT stand still he runs around the house for a whole hour flinging his new toy around (yeah he's a bit rough with them and there's been more than one torn limp or loose eye but he doesn't care it just shows how much they're loved!)

Now virgil: this boy is very very very emotionally attached to his stuffies. when he was a "dark side" he couldn't have much soft stuff because it just went against everything the household stood for and he couldn't risk the others finding out about how not-scary he really was, but he allowed himself a single stuffed rabbit that was easy to hide and that he loved with all of his being. it was his security blanket and his one item that could offer him comfort in a oanic attack and his only posession that he felt was true to him and not true to the scary facade he put up to scare thomas and the "light sides" into listening to him

without spoiling anything, that bunny was left in that house when he moved to the "light sides"

and in his new home virgil started collecting soft toys whenever he needed comfort. everytime he felt unwanted, every time he had an anxiety attack, everytime there was a thunderstorm predicted for the next week he would get himself a new soft toy because that was the only way he knew to comfort himself. needless to say he's got a pretty big collection now. you might think he became desensitized to new toys because of how many times he had gotten himself a new one, and you might be partly right.

that is until for the first time ever he is given a stuffie by someone else... when logan buys him a soft toy in apology for accidentally revealing his regression to everyone ((yes i am writing this fic!))

it wasn't really logan's fault, virgil should have been more aware he should have been more careful he should have hidden it all better but the logical side was guilt-ridden nonetheless. virgil hadn't expected much to be honest, the sincere apology was enough for him

but when logan blushed and shyly opened a box and handed him a black cat stuffie? virgil had to fight very very hard not to outright sob on the spot. he simply took it, thanked logan shakily, and prayed that logan didn't point out the fact that tears were falling onto the fluff of his new stuffed friend Jiji

now whenever he gets a new toy it's different than before - it's not because he's upset and needs comfort, it happens less often now but it's more special, it could be for a holiday or as a way of saying he's been very sweet or just because patton simply couldn't resist this one because look at its cute lil eyes! but each and everytime he knows when he is handed a new toy by one of his family members it really means 'i love you'

and he buries his face in its softness - it used to be to hide his tears, but now he just can't help but squeeze it tight and close and let the feeling of love wash over him

Birthdays:

yknow that episode of steven universe where steven wears a regal cape and a golden crown? yeah that's roman whether he's little or not

seriously this kid is very much the 'it's my birthweek!' type

lots of singing, lots of 'but i'm the birthday boy!!' to try to get thtings he really shouldn't be getting (like a third cookie) (and yes patton caves every single time) (patton is eventually banned from making decisions on romans behalf during his "birthweek")

there's not much difference at all between little romans birthday and big romans birthday, he's just an excitable boy whether he's a kiddo or not - this may or may not make the caregivers question whether maybe he actually was a little before virgil's regression was revealed

(irrelevant but patton definitely makes the pun 'you're a little? a little what? finish your sentences silly billy!')

virgil hates his birthday. hates it.

too much attention, too many things that could go wrong, too much pressure on it being a good day. what if his anxiety is bad that day? what if he doesn't want everyone watching him open presents? what if he's genuinely terrified that people think walking towards him with a big grin, singing at him, and carrying a cakeful of literal fire is a somehow a fun activity??

when he first moved into the house he made it very clear that he does not have a birthday so don't even try to throw him a party

naturally roman and patton were devastated, but after a failed attempt at getting virgil to enjoy his birthday they obeyed logan's request that they not try to push the idea on virgil any further

but the first birthday after they become a little family, it's a bit different

they don't push it, not at first, but virgil does wake up to patton already in his room and cooing at him adoringly , immediately sending him into his regressed headspace

then he's given a new soft toy. that wasn't so bad

then roman let him choose what disney film they watched. that wasnt bad either

then logan cuddled him for an hour and they might have fallen asleep together not noticing the smell of vanilla coming from the kitchen

then there was a new paci, a new rattle, another new soft toy, and cake cut up into tiny squares so he could nibble on it with his fingers

there was no loud singing no big surprises no bright lights or fire or anything else that he hated about birthdays

there was only love and toys and comfort. so virgil really didn't mind birthdays much after that

[princesscaliban]

On Set with Sam | ♥

I had 3 different ideas for this but this one got the furthest. I must tag @mschfavngz​ ♥ 

I guess there could be a part 2 if anyone wants it. I’m SUPER into this.... subject. 😉

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The Sabrina Netflix Instagram was updated with one story: a picture of Kiernan and Gavin both kissing Sam on the cheeks with a little red font ‘LOOK WHO’S BACK ON SET’.

The fandom went crazy with Caliban back on set right at the beginning of filming the next part. Every theory was brought to life but every Sabrina cast member kept silent.

Kiernan’s story was then updated: a picture of her sad with Sam behind her, also sad ‘I just miss @kleoshane_mua & wish she was here’.

“She’s at my apartment, she’s just sleeping.” Sam explained, “The jet lag and she hasn’t felt good.”

“But I got her a gift.” Kiernan smiled, “A super, special, surprise gift.”

“I told her to come visit today.” He shrugged, “She said she was going to sleep.”

“I will facetime her until she comes to see me and only me.”

Sam laughed, “I told her that you would want to see her.”

“And she naps? While I have a GIFT?”

“She has a… surprise too…” He smirked, heading to wardrobe as Kiernan was called to set. “I’ll try and get her here later.”

Kiernan: WOW I am so lonely on set it would be neat if you were here.

Kleo: There’s 80 people on set, I highly doubt you’re lonely. 😉

Kleo: We’re in the same apartment place as you, so just come by on your way home.

Kiernan: WHY DIDN’T SAM TELL ME THAT? I’m offended. Tell me the room and I’ll be there right when I’m done.

Kleo: Because he’s a guy and he doesn’t think it’s important.

Kleo: When it’s very important because this means SO many pizza parties while rewatching Lizzie McGuire with Abbey.

Kiernan: On another note, I told him I have a gift for you (I’ve ruined the surprise) but he said you have a SECRET SURPRISE FOR ME. 🤔

Kleo: 🤷‍♀️

Kiernan stood impatiently behind the cameras watching Sam film a scene with Gavin. The director couldn’t even cut the scene before she started questioning him.

“You’re at the same apartment place as me? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Both guys were wrapped with towels and handed robes as they were soaked from the previous scene. “I don’t know.”

“Well you’re not invited back to your own apartment after this because I’m going there.”

“I’m going on lunch.”

“And I’m going on lunch and you’re not invited.” Gavin pointed at her.

“I’m invited over you.”

“I’m invited over everyone.” Chance chimed in, not even knowing what he was talking about. “Where are we going?”

“Sam’s apartment on lunch. Kleo is there and I need to see her.”

“And I just want to go because Kiernan wants to go.”

“And I’m going because it’s my apartment?” Sam laughed, “I’m also going to shower off this… goo.. and change into dry clothes.”

“Me too and you’re definitely not invited to that.” Gavin joked, smacking Sam’s butt as they ran to the trailer area.

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Kiernan: There’s an entire van of people headed to your apartment right now because I said I was going and everyone else said they were too.

Kiernan: So I hope you’re awake.

Kiernan: We also brought Chinese food.

“I told you, she’s asleep.” Sam repeated, “You’re all in for a surprise now.”

“I thought it was just a surprise for me?”

Sam shrugged, pulling keys from his pocket, “It’s a surprise for everyone.” He unlocked the door and an apartment mirroring Kiernan’s was there. No decorations, just furniture and luggage. 

Cuddled up in a ball on the couch was Kleo, fast asleep, covered in a huge blanket she had bought Sam for set but soon after kept for herself. 

Kiernan, Gavin, Ty, Chance and Abbey not-so-quietly followed him in; putting bags of Chinese food on the empty table. 

“Kleo, babe. You’ve got visitors.” Sam said, sitting down on the couch next to her head, “Might want to wake up.”

“Who?”

Five different people said, “me” before she opened her eyes and smiled, “Hi guys.”

“Oh my god I know your secret.” Abbey almost screamed before covering her mouth. “I just saw something.” She mumbled between her fingers.

Everyone began looking around before Kleo started talking, “Ignore the fact that I’m in workout clothes and I haven’t been working out.”

“As if we all wear workout gear to workout.” Kiernan laughed.

“I also have gotten sick all morning and haven’t showered since we left Aus.” Kleo reached for Sam’s hand and he pulled her to stand up. “But—“

The blanket dropped and everyone gasped at her stomach, sticking out, clearly showing she was pregnant.

“Surprise.” She smiled, unintentionally grabbing her belly. “This is why I’m tired and sick.”

“Oh my god.” Was all Kiernan could get out before running across the room and hugging her.

“I saw the prenatal vitamins on the kitchen counter.” Abbey laughed, lining up to hug her next.

“How the hell did you two keep this a secret?” Gavin asked, “You’ve even posted pictures and stuff.. how..”

“A lot of old pictures that had never been on Instagram.” Kleo laughed, “I just got past the point of looking like I gained weight. I finally look like I’m pregnant. Some pictures I can get away with an oversize hoodie and still post it.”

“Oversize hoodie..” Sam laughed, “She takes my clothes.”

“Because you’re half of the reason I need new clothes.” She grinned, making her way to the table full of Chinese food. “Please tell me this was intentional.”

“Sam kept suggesting it…” Chance said, “I just thought he was craving the Chinese food.”

“Fried rice and eggrolls are all I ever want.”

“And anything with cheese.”

“Anything. With. Cheese.” She agreed, “The heartburn is worth it.”

“Were you just planning on keeping this a secret for as long as you could?” Ty laughed, “Because it’s.. obvious..”

“I was going to go to set tomorrow and see who noticed.”

“Everyone would notice.” They all laughed, “Miranda, Lucy and Michelle are going to freak out.”

“Lucy joked about it today when I said you were sick.” Sam remembered, “She said I had probably knocked you up. And I laughed… and then left the makeup trailer because I didn’t know what to say.”

“You should have just told her she was right.” Kleo laughed, “Imagine the look on her face.”

Kiernan tried to mimic the face the all knew Lucy would have made before they all burst out laughing.

“Little bean is the size of an orange now, weighs two ounces and is growing hair and eyebrows.” Kleo read off her app that she checked every day, “Five months to go…” She groaned, “Less morning sickness and trips to the bathroom. Thank god.” 

“She peed fourteen times on the flight here.” Sam said, “She finally had to just tell the flight attendant she was pregnant because she seemed like a psycho.”

“I had to beg the last time because we were about to land but I was also about to pee in a water bottle.”

“She had an actual water bottle out and told me she was going to use it.”

“It’s not like you can hold it. It’s there and it has to come out. There’s no muscles to hold pregnant pee.” 

Sam laughed to himself and it seemed like Kleo immediately knew what he was thinking about, “Don’t…”

“We were leaving dinner one night and she.. she…” He could barely talk as Kleo just covered her face, “I made a joke about something dumb, it wasn’t even funny. And I got in the car and she never got in the car.”

“I was peeing by the car.” She told on herself, “I squatted down right there, in the parking lot, thankful I had a dress on and I peed.”

Sam turned his phone to everyone and pushed play, “Kleo babe, what just happened?”

Kleo tried to push him away as she got into the car, laughing at herself as she had just had to take her underwear off. “Sam I want to kill you.”

“What happened though?” He held the door open and she sat in the passenger seat with her arms crossed, “Just tell me.”

“I peed in the parking lot.”

“The parking lot of a restaurant.”

“It’s your fault.” She pushed him away and closed the door. He filmed the small wet spot of pavement before going to the driver seat to pester her more. “Stop filming me, drive home.”

“Babe, babe, babe. Just. I can’t. You just went down and peed.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “Because your pull out ga—“ the video cut and everyone laughed. 

“There’s so many videos and pictures I wish I could just post everywhere.” He scrolled through his camera roll: Kleo crying at a coffee commercial, Kleo eating french fries dipped in mustard, Kleo asleep on the bathroom floor, Kleo using his legs as some sort of pillow to go to sleep, a video of her holding a little pair of Converse and crying, her weird clothing selections and ways of falling asleep and the last sonograms they had gotten.

The black and white pictures were barely recognizable aside from a head and a body. “But we don’t know if we want to find out what it is.”

“I have thought about that a lot. But I don’t think I could do it.” Abbey said, “I’m too crazy about things. I would want to organize and have everything set and ready to go.”

“Same.” Kiernan agreed, “But for some reason, you two are the perfect people to not find out.”

“You’re so quirky.” Gavin joked, “So hipster.”

“Everything white.” Ty said, “No color.”

“No color at all.” Kleo laughed, “White and maybe ivory. Wooden toys. Gender neutral names. No pain medicine. At home birth. In the bath tub.”

“Cloth diapers. Organic food. All recycled everything.” Sam added, “Except for the fact that you want to be at a hospital and you want medicine.”

“Oh drug me up, I don’t want to feel a thing.” She laughed, “My cervix becoming the size of a bagel is something I don’t want to feel, ever.”

“A bagel?!” Kiernan asked, “I knew it would stretch but a bagel!?”

“That’s what the birthing coach said.”

“Awww, little Sammy and Kleo at birthing class. That’s precious.” Abbey said, “Did you do the whole breathing thing and stuff with a workout ball?”

“Actually, yes. It was really boring, then gross when they showed the video and then I couldn’t stop thinking about Cinnamon Toast Crunch so I told Sam to listen.”

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One by one they surprised the rest of the cast and crew. They were the only ones to know aside from their families and the last person Kleo toured with as a makeup artist.

Sam got a punch in the shoulder from Lucy for not telling her she was right earlier in the day. 

Miranda couldn’t stop hugging Kleo, kissing her head and telling her she was, “glowing.”

Michelle thought it was a joke and so did a few others. Kleo proved them wrong by pulling up her oversize shirt to prove it was her real stomach. She almost peed on set once from Gavin shoving pillows in his shirt and claiming he was also pregnant by Sam, but she made it to a bathroom just in time.

As they all filmed she fell asleep everywhere. In a dressing room, back stage, on a set they weren’t using and on Sam’s lap while everyone played cards.

@kleoshane_mua: Sam + Kleo = ❤️

-@kiernanshipka: I can’t wait to meet the little demon baby of hell. 💕

-@gavinleatherwood: I’m mad that @samcorlett didn’t get me pregnant first.

-@ty_cotton: I have high hopes that #Mabrina follows in your footsteps.

-@tatigabrielle: I am obsessed with your new outie belly button. 😍

-@chance_perdomo: A little Duke or Duchess of Hell. Perfect. 😈

“I posted a picture and I’m putting my phone on do not disturb.” Kleo yawned, crawling on the couch.

“That would be why my phone is going off every thirty seconds.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She nodded into his chest, wiggling her way to get comfortable on top of him. “You smell good.”

“I showered?”

“I like it.” She shoved her head into his chest, “You’re comfy.”

“I’m glad?” He just watched her as she finessed her leg between his, her hand up his shirt, “Better than when I was covered in goo?”

“Way better.” She snuggled against him, her face in his neck, “You smell so good.”

“You said that.”

“I know but.. “ She took another sniff, “It’s different. It’s the pregnancy nose. Second trimester. I also haven’t felt sick in a while but my boobs hurt so bad.”

“They’ve grown.” He laughed, “Are you comfortable yet?”

“No.” She giggled into his neck, “I’m not.”

“Okay?”

“Second trimester.”

“Second trimester?” He repeated after her, “Do you have to pee?”

“No, that hopefully will go away for while.”

“Is the baby moving a lot?”

“Well not right now.”

“Does your back hurt?”

“No.” She kept giggling, her hand wandering around his chest, down to where his sweatpants began. “They call the second trimester the Honeymoon Period.”

“There’s no way anything is happening like that.” He stopped her hand, “You could, wait.. couldn’t you cause contractions?”

“Not this early.” Sam looked down and her bottom lip was sticking out, “Nothing bad can happen, I promise.” She shook her hand from his grip and ventured further down, “And there’s no way you’re telling me no right now.”

“No.” He tried to push her hand off of him but she gripped onto the top of his pants.

“I’ve had to look at you all day shirtless…” She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, “..wet…” She pushed herself up to straddle his lap, “…and being all moody with your lip biting and eye rolling..” Her nails dug into his scalp, “And the groaning when you were tied down…” 

Kleo was in his face, biting her own lip just thinking about the sounds he made all during that specific scene. “There was a reason I left early.”

“Oh do tell..” He smirked up at her, grabbing onto the back of her legs. 

Without missing a beat, “I was so turned on.” She said, sitting up, intentionally resting her weight on his hips. 

“Don’t say stuff like that around the baby.” He joked, rubbing her stomach. “But it is a little in the way.”

“I don’t think. You understand.” She took a deep breath, squeezing a part of his t-shirt in her hand, “That I will do anything. And I mean, anything, right—

“Woah, woah, woah, calm down momma bear.” Sam laughed, “You tell me what to do and we can do it.”

Without even answering she grabbed his face and pulled herself down to kiss him, baby bump slightly hindering how close she could get but she didn’t even care. All that mattered was that she could feel him pushing his own pants off before he grabbed onto hers.

[thiswasinevitableid]

Can I request 42 with Sternclay? I love the way you write everyone it’s adorable ((42. i found a cat shivering in the snow and you’re the cutest vet i’ve ever seen))

The snow morphs into sleet as Stern hurries down the street, the wind off the lake biting his neck. According to the directions he glanced at, the building he needs should be on this block.

“Mew” Says his pocket. 

“It’s alright, we’ll get you warmed up soon.”

The sign on the door of West Elm Veterinary declares they’re open until six. Relief shakes some of the damp from his shoulders, though the wind deposits another round before he manages to get inside. 

“Hello, how can I help you?” The young, blonde woman behind the counter looks him over, “I'm gonna guess this is an emergency?”

“In a way, yes. I, I found a kitten on my way home and it seems to be in very bad shape. I’m so sorry I don’t have an appointment, but this was the vet closest to home.”

“That’s okay, we don’t have any remaining appointments today, and I feel safe saying we’d rather you bring someone in than we get to go home a bit early. Let me go grab Dr. Cobb.”

“Thank you so much.” He does his best to smile through his exhaustion and cold as she ducks into a back room. The office is small, and he sees on two vets listed: Dr. Cobb and Dr. Newton. But it’s warm and clean, walls decorated with pet medicine advertisements and PSAs, two shelves on the far wall holding special diet pet foods. 

The wall behind the reception desk is lined with thank you cards and photos, and as Stern peers at them his pocket meows once again, the noise weaker than before. 

“Shhh” he pulls his jacket closer, hoping to pass on more body warmth, “it’s alright, the vet will be here soon.”

“He will indeed.” 

Stern looks at the now-open exam room door. Leaning against it is one of the most handsome men he’s ever seen. He’s tall, looks like he could bench press Stern, with a short-clipped, coppery beard and shaggy dark hair that he’s gathered into a bun. The warm brown eyes and the reassuring smile are just the icing on the beefcake.

“Kitten?”

“Excuse me?” Sterns voice creeps up. No one’s called him that in years.

“You’re the one who brought in the kitten, right?” Dr.Cobb repeats, patient as can be. 

“Oh, yes. She’s in my jacket. I didn’t have anywhere else to keep her.”

“Good call. Let’s bring her in here and have a look.” 

Stern follows him into the exam room, and gingerly lifts the kitten from his pocket. She looks impossibly scraggly in the bright light. Her eyes are crusted over and she shivers in Sterns hands. 

Dr.Cobb holds out his palms, and they’re large enough that the kitten nearly fits in one of them. 

“Hey, little one.” He sets her down on the metallic table, begins checking her vitals, “what happened to you, huh?” 

God, his voice is deep and comforting and if it’s affecting the feline the way it’s affecting Stern, the cat will be better in no time. 

“Where was she when you found her?”

“Behind a dumpster at the EL station. I looked to see if there was a mother nearby, or other kittens, but I couldn’t find them. And honestly, based on how thin and dirty she looked I assumed she’d been on her own a bit.”

“Think you’re probably right. She’s malnourished for sure, and dehydrated, if you can believe it given how wet it’s been. Got an eye infection, hopefully that’s all the illness she’s dealing with.” The vet rubs the kittens forehead and she lets out an unsteady “mewp.”

“We’ll keep her overnight, get some fluids in her, and go from there. Do you want us to contact you with an update?” 

“Yes please.” Stern rattles of his name and phone number and Dr.Cobb jots them down.

“Thanks, hopefully we have good news tomorrow. Dani can help you wrap up out front.”

Just as Stern finishes paying (in spite of Dani saying they have a pool of funds for caring for strays. After all, what good is his job if he can’t use the money to care for helpless animals), a tender baritone voice calls out, “Joseph, hold on a sec.” 

He turns, finds the vet holding out a an umbrella and a travel mug smelling faintly of mint.

“For the road.” He smiles.

“Thank you, uh...”

“Barclay.” The vet supplies.

Stern takes the offered items, “Thank you, Barclay. I’ll keep an ear out for the updates.”

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His phone rings at lunch, as he’s eating a reheated sandwich.

“Stern.”

“Hi Mr. Stern, this is Dani at West Elm Vet. I’ve got some good news about the kitten. She’s stable and eating, and we got fluids into her. Her eyes are still a little wonky, but she’s already getting some energy back.”

“That’s wonderful. Uh, would it be alright if I came by to see her this evening?”

He hears the smile on the other end, “Of course.”

When arrives at the vet, he brings the washed travel mug, the umbrella, and a small box of gourmet truffles.

“Here to see the kitten.” 

Barclay grins at him across the counter. 

“Yes. And I wanted to return these. The truffles are a thank you to you all for your help.” 

“Ooh, love their stuff.” Barclay eyes the chocolate box. 

“Barclay I swear if you eat it all before I get any-” Dani appears from a back room, returning to her post at the computer. 

“I know, I know, you’ll let that one chihuahua loose in my office.” Barclay hands her the box, gestures for Stern to follow him. They head down a small hallway to a little boarding space for cats. The kitten, clean and and snoozing in the warmth, looks like a sandy brown, tiny tumbleweed.

“I hadn’t realized how big her paws are.” Stern pets the glass softly,not wanting to wake the feline. 

“She might grow into them, or they might stay big compared to her. I’m a little worried about her eyes; if that infection doesn’t clear up, she could lose one, maybe both.”

“Oh dear.” Stern murmurs, tracing an ear through the glass, “that hardly seems fair, does it? It’s not your fault, little cat. If I’d found you sooner maybe…” He sighs.

“Hey, none of that.” A warm hand rests on his shoulder, “she’s probably alive right now because of you. And she’s a tough little thing, she’ll manage.”

Without thinking, Stern rests his hand atop Barclays, “thank you.” 

The hand squeezes his quickly, and then it’s gone.

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Stern’s routine changes over the next weeks. Once, and usually twice, per week he visits the vet to check on the kitten and her caretakers. He starts bringing a late afternoon pick-me up for Dani from the local coffee shop, and whatever gourmet candy or snack he thinks Barclay might like.  If it’s slow, Barclay will make him tea and the two of them will chat while he fusses over the kitten. She grows stronger, looks less like she’s been run through a washing machine, but her infection claims her right eye. 

Stern still thinks she’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

Well, second cutest. But it’s hard for anyone or anything to compete with Barclay. Especially when he laughs or sends a wink Sterns way. 

Stern starts bringing toys for the kitten, catnip fish for her to hold between her large paws, jingly plastic spheres to help her practice hunting and chasing with one eye. When she’s finally old enough and well enough to be put up for adoption, Stern helps take the photos to go up on the Humane Society page. 

Three days later, he’s ready to take a chance. And as luck would have it, Barclay is at the front desk alone when he walks in.

“Hey, Joseph.”

“Hello. I’m here to check on my little friend. And, ah, to ask if you would like to go to dinner with me tomorrow.”

Barclay stands, starts walking around the counter with a funny smile, “you want the good news or the bad news first?”

“Bad.” 

“She got adopted this morning, so that stuffed hedgehog in your coat might not get much use.”

“Oh that’s, that’s wonderful!” He means it, he really does. He just wishes he could have scritched her ears one more time.

“But the good news” Barclay rests one on his shoulder while the other brushes a strand of hair back into place, “is that you and I have a date on Friday.” 

Stern beams, even as Dani’s voice comes from the back room, “I TOLD you he was into you!”

Dinner the next night is perfect. Stern’s never seen Barclay in anything other than work clothes, and nearly walks into a pole when he catches the first glimpse of the other man waiting at the crosswalk in his jacket and slacks. 

They talk easily, Barclays rumbling laugh filling the plush restaurant booth and sending sparks up Sterns fingers. To his surprise, Barclay asks if he’d like to come back to his place for “coffee”. He eagerly accepts, even if the meal and the company has him feeling sluggish and dreamy. 

“So” Barclay flips on the light, revealing a modest apartment that looks like a north woods cabin was dumped inside it, “this is my place. Figure we can start out with coffee on the couch and then” he blushes for the first time that night, “see how things go. But first, let me introduce you to my roommate.”

“Roommate?” 

“Mew!”

Stern makes a somewhat higher than normal shriek of delight as a familiar, one-eyed ball of fluff barrels into his legs, purring happily as he scoops her up and cuddles her. 

“I was due to adopt one of the strays eventually. Bigfoot here turned out to be the one.” He bats at the cats still-oversized paws,  scratches the her head as he nuzzles the top of Sterns hair.

“It wasn’t a ploy to get me to come over?” Stern teases. 

Barclay chuckles, “That did cross my mind. Call it a bonus piece of good luck.”

Stern ends his night wonderfully. He spends the first hour happily and handsily making out with Barclay on the couch while Bigfoot gnaws and chases her new stuffed hedgehog. And then he and Barclay fall asleep, cuddled up beneath a heavy knit blanket, with Bigfoot nestled between them. 

[scorpiofangirl1109]

Bubba’s Little Princess Chapter 1

A/N some characters may be slightly OOC and this fanfic is slightly AU. 

Monday, April 23rd, 2001 

It had been a long day, and all Detective John Munch wanted to do was go home after he and Olivia Benson had gone to ask some questions to some people connected to a case that the detectives were investigating at the moment. But after leaving the apartment building, he and Olivia had been told that they were needed. There was a child abandonment case down the block from where they currently were. So this meant the case automatically fell into the lap of the Special Victims Unit. The cases that involved children were always the hardest for the unit. No one liked dealing with the cases where children were the victims of such horrific things like kidnappings, rape, or abandonment, which was Munch and Olivia had to deal with right now. Elliot was currently assisting Fin with a different aspect of the case, which was why John and Olivia were working together. But Olivia was a good detective, and because this was a case involving a child, it would be helpful as Olivia had a natural talent with kids.

The detective stepped out of the car after Olivia turned off the ignition and got out of the driver’s side of the car. Outside of the apartment building, there were already some police cruisers and the scene was blocked off. But this was different for Munch. This apartment building was where his granddaughter and daughter-in-law lived. Munch had a three year old granddaughter named Katie, who was the daughter of his late son, Josh. Earlier this year in January, Josh was unexpectedly killed in a drunk driving accident, which was the worst day of Munch’s life. No parent should ever have to bury their child. The accident had been three months ago, but John still felt that pain from the loss of his only son. There were days that were harder than others, but slowly the man was rebuilding his life, even though it wouldn’t be the same as it once had been.

However, the one good thing left in his life was his granddaughter Katie. She was the one piece of his son that he had left  now. And John did try to spend as much time as he could with his granddaughter. There were some aspects of Josh that Munch saw in Katie all of the time. While she had inherited her mother Ashley’s blonde hair, her eyes had been the exact shade of brown as Josh's had been. She also smiled like her dad did and also had the same laugh as him. Katie was the one soft spot that Munch had, she was the one person who could bring that softer side out of him. Most people who saw John when he was doing his job would be surprised at the night and day difference from when he was Detective Munch to when he was Bubba. Bubba was what Katie called him instead of Grandpa. Munch was young when Josh was born, only twenty five years old and Josh had been twenty one years old when Katie was born. Becoming a grandfather at forty six years old was something John never expected to happen. So when Katie had been born, Munch was very adamant about not being called grandpa, and when Katie started talking, she had started to call him Bubba, and the name had stuck since then.

When he had a day off, it was not uncommon to find the detective taking the little girl to the park to play on the playground and ride the merry go round, bringing her to storytime at the library near where she lived, or just bringing her to his apartment. It always made John’s day when he got to spend time with his only grandchild, whom he spoiled, even if the man would never admit to that fact. But in his defense, wasn’t it the job of a grandparent to spoil their grandchild? When Josh was still alive, he used to always tell Munch how he spoiled Katie too much, but John had always said he was the grandparent and it was his job to spoil little Katie. Even if Josh and Ashley did not like it when Munch took her to ice cream before dinner, John enjoyed the time spent with his granddaughter and seeing her smile made it all worth it.

Munch sighed as he snapped back to reality because he had to focus on the new case he and Olivia were suddenly tasked with doing. Once reaching the responding officers Munch nodded at them slightly as Olivia asked the officer “What do we have?”

“We have a young female between three to four years old. She was found all alone in the apartment. There was no sign of the mother anywhere, and it doesn't look like the mother has been back for a few days. The child was found on the floor of the living room, dirty and wet from having an accident. The child also is quite dehydrated and has not eaten since the mother left, from the look of things, as there were no signs of a break in or someone forcing their way inside of the apartment. So we called an ambulance to bring her to the hospital to be examined. But the child isn’t talking, so we don’t know her name or her mother’s name. But we were hoping you might be able to get to tell you her name, at least.” The responding officer said to the two detectives as they walked inside the building.

Those details were hard to hear, it was not much of a shock that the young child was not talking to police. Especially after being abandoned by their mother and left alone for days without access to food or water. It was a good thing the child was found before it was too late though. There surely had to be neglect involved if the mother had disappeared and left the child pretty much for dead. If she had been found even two days later, she could have died from dehydration.

“Who made the call that led to the child being discovered?” Olivia asked as the group began to walk up the stairs to the apartment.

“A friend of the mother’s, she didn't show up to work this morning and then she called the daycare and found out the girl was never dropped off today to her daycare center, so they called for a welfare check on the two of them. The landlord let me and my partner into the apartment when there was no response. That was when we found the girl.” The officer said.

“Which apartment are we looking for here?” John asked. He knew from all of the visits he had paid to would be hell if they had to walk all the way to the top floor.

“Apartment 3D. My partner is still there with the girl right now.” The officer responded as they started heading up towards the third floor landing.

Once he heard what apartment they were looking for, John felt the color drain from his face and felt his stomach drop. _No. That couldn’t be right. There was no way that was right. This had to be some kind of mistake. There was no way that this was the right apartment number. _The detective tried to convince himself that this was a mistake, it had to be. As the group was getting closer to the third floor the sounds of a young girl crying could be heard. It was easy to tell that the girl was in serious distress and was very upset.  The cry was all too familiar to John, and he recognized that cry. That was the moment when John started to run up the steps as he could to get to the apartment.

“Munch!” Olivia called. “Munch! Wait up! Where are you going?” The female detective kept trying to call out to John, but he ignored her.

The detective was out of breath when he reached the third floor landing, but that did not matter to Munch. He raced down the hall to where the apartment was located. In front of the entrance to the apartment, there was an officer outside paging for a paramedic. And the cries were much louder now. John raced inside the apartment, over towards the other officer to where the young child was sitting on the lap of the other officer. The Minnie Mouse pajamas the girl was wearing were completely soaked in urine from an accident, and by the smell of things she had not had a bath for several days. In the girl’s arms, there was a stuffed bunny named Bun Bun. She clutched to the bunny like she would die if she were to let go of the stuffed toy.

“Come here, sweetie.” The detective said gently, taking the young girl from the officer and held her in his arms. This was the moment Olivia caught up with John at last, she clearly had ran as she was panting herself from having to sprint after John.

“Munch, what was that? Why did you run off like that?” Olivia asked, her expression changing when she saw the look on John’s face. ”Munch? What’s going on?”

Munch held the young girl in his arms as she clung to him, burning her face into his neck still crying. “It’s alright sweetie, I’m here, you’re going to be ok.” Munch said as he was trying his best to comfort the young child. Calming children was not one of the man’s strongest skill sets. Having worked as a homicide detective in Baltimore didn’t really mean that John had to deal with kids often unless they were the victims or a witness to the crime. But working in the special victims unit meant that Munch worked on cases that involved children more than he had before.

Eventually, John looked over at Olivia while the little girl cried in his arms and clung to him for dear life, afraid if she were to let go of the man in that moment. Taking a deep breath as he rubbed circles on the little girl's back Munch told Olivia, “It's my granddaughter Katie. She's our victim.”

All that kept going through Munch’s mind was _This can’t be happening. _He had had dinner with Katie and her mother just the week before, and nothing had seemed out of line. After work, John had met Katie and Ashley at a restaurant and ate dinner with them. Ashley had not seemed too distant during their dinner. It was not that the relationship between Munch and Ashley was bad. The two of them had an alright relationship with one another. It was a good relationship, as far as one between a father-in-law and daughter-in-law went. When Josh and Ashley had first gotten together, John had liked her, she made Josh happy and that was what was important. After Josh died, Ashley had a hard time. John knew that and he would babysit Katie as a way to help Ashley. But never had he imagined that Ashley would do this to her own child.

Not long after Munch and Olivia had arrived at the scene, the ambulance had shown up to bring Kate to the hospital to be examined. The paramedics had let John ride to the hospital with Katie in the back of the ambulance. The whole way there, Katie had one arm tightly gripping her stuffed bunny, and the other one was tightly gripping John’s hand. There was no way she was letting go of her bubba’s hand. Munch spent the entire ambulance ride trying to reassure his granddaughter that everything was going to be ok, and that he was not going to be leaving her side. But Munch was also trying to reassure himself that everything was going to be fine and Katie was going to be fine.

When they got to the hospital, the doctors had gotten an IV of fluids right away because of how dehydrated Katie was. The doctors estimated she had not had water in well over forty eight hours, so they had to get fluids in her. Katie had gotten so scared when she saw the IV needle, as well as the needle for the blood test. Munch had gotten the little girl to focus on him and hold onto her bunny so she would not see the IV needle or try to push the needle away. They also gave her some food as well because she had gone the same amount of time without food as she had gone without water. The moment the hospital had brought the food out to Katie, the little girl had started to wolf down the food so fast that she nearly choked. Munch had to pull the food away from Katie to keep her from choking and tell her to slow down because she would make herself sick. The poor thing was acting like she was unsure of when the next time she would get a meal would be. The sight was breaking John’s heart. Eventually, Katie slowed down and didn’t try to shove her food down her throat and ate her food.

After she was done eating Katie was quiet, holding onto Munch’s hand as he stroked the back of her hair with his thumb, Bun Bun in her other arm. The detective sat in the uncomfortable hard chair next to Katie’s hospital bed, even though Katie kept begging him to come and lay next to her in the bed with her. Although part of John wanted to grant his granddaughter’s wish, he knew the hospital would not be happy with him if he did that. But most likely if she begged him John would do so to make her feel safe. In the hospital room there was a tv, and it was turned onto one of Katie’s favorite tv shows, _Blue’s Clues. _It was helping keep Katie a bit distracted, but she really wanted John to stay with her. Holding his hand provided a sense of security for the young girl.

Looking over at his granddaughter, Munch leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head and pushed some of her blonde hair back behind her ear. The little girl’s hair needed a good wash, as it was oily and smelled a bit funky. The doctors had said Katie could get a bath in a little bit once she had a few more fluids in her system. The young girl was going to have to stay for at least two days in the hospital to be observed, and there was no way that Munch would be leaving her side during this time. Katie would be upset if he were to leave, but it was also to reassure John that Katie was going to be okay, and that she was not going to be going anywhere or that she would be hurt.

A knock on the door caused Munch to look up, because Kate was more focused on the tv in front of her Munch was sure that she would not notice any doctors or nurses who would come in. Well, Munch just assumed that it was a doctor or nurse who wanted to come into the room. “Come in.” Munch told  the person who was outside the door.

It was not a doctor or nurse outside of the door, but instead it was Olivia who had come into the hospital room. She smiled gently at Katie before looking over at John, pulling over the extra chair in the room so she could sit across from John and Katie.

“Hey Munch. How’s she doing?” Olivia asked the older detective and looked over at Katie with a warm, gentle smile. But the young girl was so engrossed in the show that she did not even notice that Olivia had come into the room.

Munch kept rubbing the back of his thumb on Katie’s tiny hand to comfort her, and adjusted himself in the chair before turning to answer Olivia. “She was upset most of the ride in the ambulance, and didn’t like it when they put an IV in her and drew the blood, but she seems to be better now. She had some water but they are putting some IV fluids in her so she can start to get more hydrated. When she got food, though, she started to shove down her throat so fast. I thought she was going to choke, and I had to fish bits of food out of her mouth. The hospital wants to keep her for observation but they say she is going to be alright. Thank god.” Munch said.

“That’s good to hear. But how are you doing? You OK John?” Olivia asked the older man, knowing how hard this must be for him, having your own granddaughter become one of the victims that the unit had to help and solve her case.

“I’m alright.” Munch replied. Honestly on the inside, the feelings that he was feeling were complex and he was having so many different thoughts at the same time right now. But he had the overwhelming feeling that he would have been able to prevent this from happening if he had checked in with Ashley more, he should have asked how she was doing, maybe this whole ordeal could have been prevented.

“I already talked to the doctors taking care of Katie. But I need to talk to Katie.” Olivia said gently. Interviewing young children after a traumatic incident could be a wildcard most of the time. And there was no telling how Katie would react to these questions, though having her bubba by her side would most likely help her in talking even a little.

Munch knew that it was important for the young girl to talk about what had happened leading up to her mother leaving. But the man himself was not sure if he was ready to hear what had happened, because the thought of anything bad happening to Katie was hard enough, but to hear it would be on another level. So John turned towards Katie as the episode of _Blue’s Clues _ended, he gently took the remote to the tv and turned it off. “Hey sweetie, can you look at Bubba for a minute?” he asked his granddaughter.

Katie looked away from the blank television screen, clutching her stuffed bunny in her arms and softly said “OK, bubba.”

After Katie said this, Munch smiled softly at his granddaughter and got up from the chair he was sitting in, then sat on the hospital bed next to her. The detective did not care if he was lectured by the hospital staff if they walked in on them right now. This caused the little girl to scoot as close to her grandfather as she possibly could as John wrapped an arm around her. She rested her little head on John’s chest and snuggled close to her grandfather as he held her close. In her right arm, the little girl of course had her stuffed bunny, Bun Bun, and clutching her bunny close to her chest.

“Hey Sweetie, do you remember my friend, Olivia?” Munch asked Katie gently looking down at her. “You met her when you visited me at work? And she came to the apartment with me.”

The little girl looked over at Olivia and nodded a little bit. “Yeah. She nice. She bring me apple juice.” Katie said. She was referring to the last time she had come to see John at work a few weeks ago. Olivia had brought the little girl some apple juice to drink when Katie was thirsty, which had made Katie happy as she loved apple juice so much.

“That’s right, I did bring you some apple juice. You have a good memory. Well, I was wondering if we could talk for a bit. Is that OK with you?” Olivia asked Katie gently with a soft smile. Olivia really was great with making kids feel comfortable and like they were going to open up. Plus, with him there, Munch was sure that Katie would feel comfortable enough to answer most of the questions Olivia had for her.

The little girl looked up at her grandfather and then asked “Bubba, you stay here too?” she asked. During the ambulance ride and arriving at the hospital, little Katie had been terrified about being separated from her grandfather and begged John not to leave her. John knew that this was due to the trauma of being left by her mother, and that she was terrified of being left alone again.

“I promise sweetie, I am not going anywhere.” Munch promised his granddaughter. He reached over and took one of Katie’s hands and gave it a gentle reassuring squeeze. “I’m not leaving you and I will be here the entire time my friend Olivia talks with you, OK?”

This seemed to calm the young girl down enough to where she seemed alright with this arrangement. But she seemed to be in a position where she would be fine as long as her grandfather was right by her side. The little girl stayed in the same position, resting her head on Munch’s chest and snuggled up close with him. “OK, bubba.” Katie said.

“That’s my girl.” Munch said to Katie and held her close to him. He absentmindedly rubbed her arm a bit. The detective was not sure if he was totally ready to hear any of the details regarding what happened to Katie, whom was his little princess. She was the most important girl in his life, and to think something could have happened to her was hard for John to think about. He had already lost his son and he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something would have happened to Katie as well. “I’ll be right here and you don’t have to worry, OK?” Munch finished so Olivia could talk to Katie for a bit.

Olivia smiled softly at Katie and scooted her chair closer to the hospital bed now that Munch was sitting in the hospital bed with Katie. “We want to find your mommy and make sure she is ok. I am going to ask you a few questions. You think that you can do that for me?” Olivia asked Katie. “All you gotta do is remember the best you can.”

The little girl seemed to think about this for a moment before she nodded and said “Okay, Olivia.”.

“Can you tell me what you and mommy did before she was gone?” Olivia asked Katie. As she asked this question the female detective pulled out a small pad so she could write down what Katie told her.

“Mommy get me from school and then we go home.” Katie told  Olivia. She played with one of Bun Bun’s ears as she looked at Olivia.

“And what did you and Mommy do when you get back home from school?” Olivia asked the little girl.

“Mommy let me wear jammies and watch Blue’s Clues so she make me dinner. She made my favorite.” Katie told Olivia. The little girl’s favorite meal was chicken nuggets with mac and cheese and it had made the little girl happy and had kept her distracted when her mother had slipped away.

“You’re doing such a good job remembering a lot of things sweetie. Did mommy eat dinner with you after she cooked it?” Olivia asked, smiling gently at the little girl.

Katie shook her head no when Olivia asked her this. “No. mommy let me eat dinner in front of tv. She say she go make phone call and then be back. I eat by myself but mommy never come back.” Katie told Olivia.

Hearing this statement made Munch feel a range of emotions all at the same time. On one hand, Munch was glad in a way that even though Katie didn’t seem aware of what happened at first and was distracted. Ashley seemed to have wanted Katie not to worry about her leaving and not coming back. But at the same time, it was strange why Ashley would go into the hallway  to make a supposed phone call. Whenever Munch had gone over to the apartment for dinner, Ashley had always gone into the bedroom to take phone calls. So the alarm bells were going off in Munch’s head. But he did continue to listen to what Katie was telling Olivia.

“What did you do when you knew mommy was gone?” Olivia asked Katie gently. She knew that she had to word her questions carefully, with the little girl only being three years old. Plus, the child had been through trauma, so they did not want to trigger her in any way.

“I try calling for mommy but she no answer me. I scared.” Katie told Olivia fiddling with one of Bun Bun’s ears.

“Why were you scared?” Olivia asked Katie carefully. She knew Munch might get protective and would get upset by seeing his granddaughter in distress. But she also did not want to scare the young girl to the point she would stop talking.

“Cause I not know where mommy go.” Katie told Olivia. “I try call and call her but she no answer. That make me cry.” The little girl then scooted a bit closer to her grandfather and seemed a bit on edge now.

That last part made Munch’s heart drop into his stomach a bit, hearing those words come out of the three year old’s mouth. Because, while she may not fully understand what had happened to her, she was clearly upset by what had happened to her and had gone through a lot in the few short days that she had been alone. As Katie scooted closer to him, John pulled Katie as close as he could to her without causing her IV's to be pulled out of her arms. He rubbed her back reassuringly and told her “It’s OK sweetie.”

Olivia seemed to hesitate for a moment before she asked the next question. She read Katie’s body language, as not to further upset the young girl. “Did mommy ever do this before sweetie?” She asked.

The young girl shook her head no to this question. “Mommy no go away like that.” She told the detective. “She stay with me.” she said.

Olivia nodded a bit slowly and then asked. “Did Mommy act different before she went away? Did she seem sad? Happy? Scared?”

The young girl seemed to think for a moment before she shrugged, unsure of what to say. Picking up on emotions may not have been something the young girl had been focused on. And asking her the question had been a long shot anyways, Olivia knew. It was not like she had been expecting too much in that department. “That’s OK if you don’t know, sweetheart.” Olivia told Katie. “But you are doing such a good job answering my questions.”

Once Olivia had left, Munch knew he had to try and get Katie to get even a little bit of sleep. When she was alone, Katie had not gotten much sleep it seemed, and by the end of the talk with Olivia the little girl had started to nod off. The talk had emotionally drained Katie and zapped a lot of energy from her. As long as he was there in the room with her, John hoped it would be enough to get Katie to go sleep because her little body needed the rest. Plus, she had her stuffed bunny, his granddaughter refused to go to sleep without her stuffed bunny as it was her security blanket and it comforted her. Even thought was not like being at home in her own bed and being in her own bedroom, hopefully Katie would get some much needed rest.

“Alright sweetie, I know you have had a long day, but it is time to go night night.” Munch said to Katie as he tucked her into bed with the blankets provided by the hospital.

“Bubba, you stay with me?” Katie asked Munch. “I no want you to go.” She was clearly still afraid that she would be left on her own once again and she would have to be all alone, like she had been for three nights in a row.

“I promise I am staying here with you sweetie. Bubba isn’t going to leave you, and once the doctor says you get to leave, you are going to come stay with Bubba at his house.” Munch told Katie. There was the whole process of having to do things such as getting legal custody of Katie in court, but that was something that Munch was going think about later on. Right now he would be focusing on what was happening right now in the present.

This seemed to comfort Katie a bit, knowing she would not be alone. She then snuggled up to her Bubba and rested her head on his chest, then asked, “Bubba, you tell me a story?”

The little girl loved bedtime stories so much and wanted to be read to every single night, even when it was not bedtime. She couldn't get enough of books. Whenever John would babysit Katie, she always wanted him to read to her at bedtime. And when she would spend the night at his house, she would bring her favorites so she could be read to. It was like when her father had been a little boy and enjoyed having stories read to him as well.

“Alright. Just one story because you need to get some sleep, OK?” Munch told Katie. He stroked her hair gently. “And then Bubba is going to sleep soon too.”

“OK, Bubba.” Katie said to her grandfather and snuggled up to him. “Bun Bun want hear the story too.”

“Bun Bun can listen to, but Bun Bun needs to go to sleep too, OK?” Munch said to his granddaughter. Once the little girl agreed to this, Munch began to tell a story. He was making it up as he went, but his granddaughter seemed to like it so that was all that seemed to matter to him. As the story progressed, it was clear at moments Katie was fighting the urge to fall asleep and did not want to go to bed. But sleep soon took over, and the girl's eyes fluttered shut. Her chest began to rise and fall, and Munch kept telling the story until he was sure that Katie was sleeping.

Carefully Munch leaned down and gave Katie one more kiss on the cheek, and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. He just watched his granddaughter sleeping peacefully snuggled up to him, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. Her much loved stuffed bunny pressed against her cheek, acting as a security guard for her as she was sleeping. It comforted Munch, being able to watch his granddaughter sleep, because it reassured him that she was OK, and that she was right there next to him. There was no way he could leave her side, he did not want to put the young girl through more than what she had already been through.

A thousand thoughts were going through John’s mind at the moment, but as he was watching Katie sleep, it was only then that the detective was tired himself. It had been a long day on the job, and the past few hours had been very emotionally draining to Munch, finding his granddaughter abandoned and in the state she was in. He also needed the rest, just as much as the three year old did. It was not long before Munch fell asleep next to Katie in her hospital bed, his arms wrapped around her protectively as she was snuggled up close to him. Hopefully morning would come without any major drama before then.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi! I've been craving some lengthy-but-not-too-lengthy friends to lovers johnlock recently, any suggestions? (I'm not usually a fan of AUs, but I'm open to them :)) Thanks so much!

Hi Nonny!

Listen, I’ve a TONNE of Friends-to-Lovers fics! And I’ve been waiting for this ask to come in, so I’m just posting all of ones I have sorted so far! I sort them by length, so you can check out the first couple dozen fics for the ones you’re looking for, and continue on if you’re enjoying it XD I also specifically state if a fic is an AU, so you can skip those ones too :)

FRIENDS TO LOVERS

(fics below the cut)

See also:

T-RATED Pt. 1: Friends To Lovers Fics || [MOBILE LINK]

For a Case Trope��

Fake Relationship / For a Case Part 2

For a Case Pt 3 / Links to Similar Fics 

Meeting the Family With a Fake Relationship 

Married For a Case / Fake Husbands 

Friends to Lovers (Community Recs)

Friends to Lovers (Alexx’s List)

Enemies to Lovers Fic Recs (Alexx’s List)

Enemies to Lovers – Part 2 (Alexx’s List)

When Morning Comes by Youarethelightoftheworld (T, 423 w. || Christmas Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Lazy Mornings/Morning After, Fluff and Angst, Sleepy Cuddles, Domestic Fluff, Cuddling / Snuggling, Emotional Hurt/Comfort) – “Sherlock,” says John solemnly, “I’m not sure we can go anywhere today.”

The Basics by wearitcounts (Sher_locked_up) (T, 611 w. || Schmoop, Fluff, Coffee, Kissing, Friends to Lovers, The Morning After) – Morning snogs, and coffee.

New World, Old Words by thedeafwriter (G, 641 w. || Deaf Sherlock, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Marriage Proposal, Fluff, Always John) – It was disconcerting to experience. One second, he was laying on the table, breathing in the gas that would make him sleep, the next, he was dragging his eyes open to look around the bright room, trying to wake up.

New Year, New Beginning by DaisyFairy (T, 810 w. || New Year’s Eve, John POV, Post S4, Friends to Lovers) – New Year at a crime scene and John makes a decision.

The Cure for Snoring by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 1,278 w. || Sleepy Conversations, Bed Sharing, Cuddling, Fluff, Domestic, Platonic / Sleepy Cuddles) – Sherlock and John spend the night in Scotland after finishing a case. The sole Inn in town only has one room left…one bed. This would be fine - if not a bit awkward - if Sherlock hadn’t developed a habit of snoring loudly. John suffers through many hours of sleeplessness before he discovers that skin-to-skin contact stops the noise. Part 1 of Dreamscapes

The Pigeon’s deplorable nesting place by SlothfulSlytherin (G, 1,482 w. || Alternate First Meeting, Humour, Fluff) – Upon returning to London, John Watson took up residence in a mouldy little flat on Baker Street. The flat itself wasn’t all that special or interesting, his new neighbour on the other hand…

Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil by PipMer (T, 1,895 w. || Deaf John, Mute Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Romance, Fluff and Angst, Character Study, Morse Code, Love Confessions) – John is deaf. Sherlock is mute. There are no two people more suited for each other.

The Marriage Proposal Negotiation by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 2,161 w. || Dev. Rel., Possessive Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Post Mary) – Sherlock hasn’t ever really done anything the traditional way, so of course it wouldn’t bother him to propose to John even though they’re not even dating. And the fact that John is already on a date with someone else when he decides to do it? Tedious.

Hell or High water by bluefire301175 (E, 2,250 w. || PWP, Frottage, Alley Sex, First Person POV John, Case-ish Fic, Mutual Pining, Bed Sharing) – John wants. Sherlock wants. Plain and simple.

Let Go by thisisforyou (G, 2,743 w. || Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious / Worried Sherlock) – In the end, separating John’s things from Sherlock’s in the chaos of their sitting room is like pulling a limpet from a wet rock. Especially when the rock is clinging on for dear life, because Sherlock doesn’t want to let go. Short, fluffy h/c Johnlock oneshot.

It’s After That Hurts by jonnyluvssherlock (T, 2,791 w. || City of Angels AU || Fantasy, Fallen Angel Sherlock, Soldier John, Pining Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Permanently Incomplete Fic) – Sherlock’s an angel stuck as a guardian to danger addict John Watson. Everything is fine until he gets too involved. Now he has to make the choice, eternity alone or one life time with a man who may or may not love him.

Right Foot Red by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (E, 3,089 w. || First Time, Board Games, Frottage, Masturbation, Frottage, PWP) – …ok, it’s juvenile, but at least it’s a game where touching is allowed. And if something more were to happen, well, John can’t say he’d be too upset about that. “What are the rules of this game?” Sherlock asks, the disdain evident on the word ‘game’. “I spin, you do as I say.” John thinks he sees a slight widening of those pale grey eyes at that, just for a fraction of a second, before it is shut down. Oh, this is interesting, he thinks.

The Sweetest Taste In The World by crossroads (G, 3,121 w. || First Kiss, Jealous Sherlock, Fluff, Pining, Friends to Lovers) – The sweetest taste in the world is rarely ever the easiest to come by.

Wish I Was In Heaven Sitting Down by standbygo (M, 3,282 w. || Post-S4, Five Plus One, Missing Scenes, Parenthood, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Declarations of Love, Fluff, Food, John Whump) – Five times when Sherlock and John ate together, and one time they didn’t. A history of the boys, in food.

Stay by msdisdain (M, 3,561 w. || First Kiss / Time, Angst / H/C, Bed Sharing, Nightmares, Blow Jobs, Anal) – John’s nightmares are nothing new. Sherlock’s inability to ignore them, however, is.

Five Times John Cooked Something with Peas and One First Kiss by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for (T, 3,915 w. || 5 and Ones, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Cooking / Food, Sick Sherlock, Music, Domestic Fluff, First Kiss) – After John cooks five dinners that slowly reveal their hunger for each other, Sherlock and John finally share a first kiss.

Jukebox by standbygo (T, 3,990 w. || Fluff, Singing/Music, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Humour, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss) – After the music halls of Sherlock’s mind palace get damaged by accident, John learns that Sherlock never forgets a song. Even the ones he’d rather forget. But the random singalong brings some unexpected benefits.

Tree Topper by May_Shepard (E, 4,017 w. || Christmas Tree, Christmas Fluff, Drunken Shenanigans, Smut, First Time, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock and John are celebrating Christmas the best way they know how–alone together, with booze. They’ve almost finished decorating their tree, but John is determined to find the best way to top it.

Hope Springs Eternal by QuinnAnderson  (T, 4,054 w. || Friends to Lovers, Pining Sherlock, Vacation, Anxious Sherlock, Love Confessions, Fluff, Requited Love) – John Watson and Sherlock Holmes go on holiday, and Sherlock has romance on the brain.

Overture by Kate_Lear (M, 4,435 w. || First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Angry John, Introspection, Dev. Rel., Embarassed / Insecure Sherlock, Morning After, Bed Sharing, Cuddles / Limpet Sherlock) – A short snippet on how John and Sherlock might have got together.

a violent flash of purple by hudders-and-hiddles (E, 4,749 w. || Sex Toys, Friends to Lovers, PWP, Love Confessions, Porn With Feelings, Embarrassed Sherlock, Anal Plugs) – When Sherlock accidentally drops his towel, he ends up revealing a whole lot more than he’d intended.

Cephalalgia by the_beekeeper_of_sussex (E, 4,979 w. || First Kiss, Frottage, Friends to Lovers) – John is in pain and it’s up to Sherlock to set him to rights by any means possible.

Sleeping next to you by Salambo06 (E, 5,018 w. || ASiB Fic, Bed Sharing, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Rimming, Anal, First Kiss/Time) – Based on an Anonymous Prompt: “So, that scene from ASiB when Mrs H has been attacked by the american CIA guy & John, Sherlock & she are in Mrs H’s kitchen when John says “She’ll have to sleep upstairs in our flat tonight. We need to look after her.” to which Sherlock replies with “no”. John of course suggested that because he cares about her safety, but maybe he also did it cause he /wanted/ that to happen. What if they finally agreed on letting her have John’s or Sherlock’s bed & J&S sleep in the same one?“ Part 12 of Tumblr Collection

What Happens in Vegas (is legally binding in the United Kingdom) by  moonblossom (E, 5,051 w. || Accidental Marriage, Friends to Husbands to Lovers, CSI Crossover, Fluff & Porn, Bathtub Sex, Hand Jobs, First Time) – When a case sends the boys to Vegas, John comes out of it with a bit more than he bargained for. Part 19 of Prompt Fills, Remixes, Works inspired by others

Every Little Thing by the_beekeeper_of_sussex (E, 5,066 w. || First Time / Kiss, Fluff, Frottage, Come as Lube, Embarassed Sherlock, Porn With Feelings) – When Sherlock walks in on John making tea wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxer-briefs things get a little heated…physically and emotionally.

Strings by EstherShapiro (E, 5,267 w. || Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Massage, Friends to Lovers, Fingering, Anal, PWP) – Sherlock wakes his doctor up. Was this weird? John was sitting on his bed, late at night, rubbing his hands over another man’s body? That was supposed to be weird, right? Then again, this wasn’t just some man, it was Sherlock. They were so used to each other that John didn’t even think to question it. It wasn’t weird.

Sociopathy and Other Fibs by kinklock (M, 5,314 w. || 5+1, Miscommunication, Humour, Friends to Lovers, Post S3, Love Confessions) – Five times John called Sherlock out, and one time Sherlock returned the favour.

Adjacent by weeesi (E, 5,711 w. || Bed Sharing, Fluff and Smut, Pining Idiots, On a Trip, Frottage) – Sherlock and John spend the night at a hotel in adjoining rooms, and keep finding excuses to visit each other’s rooms, until WHOOPS they’re sharing a bed.

Recovery by thesignsofserbia (T, 5,948 w. || HLV-Fix It / Rewrite, Villain Mary, Pining Sherlock, Major Character Injury, Scars, Self-Hatred, POV Sherlock, Doctor John, Friends to Lovers) – Set after the confrontation with Mary, and Sherlock’s cardiac arrest, John stays at 221B to aid Sherlock’s recovery, forcing them to confront wounds both old and new as they try to heal their damaged relationship.

Just a Touch by MissDavis (E, 6,248 w. || Bed Sharing, Masturbation, First Time/Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Room) – John has trouble falling asleep these days. There’s one thing he can do that always seems to help, but he’s stuck in this hotel room with Sherlock and doesn’t think he’ll get the chance. How will he ever find relief and a good night’s sleep?

Five Times John Noticed But Didn’t Really by ScandalousMinds (T, 6,383 w. || Domestics, Fluff/Angst, Bratty Sherlock, Idiots, Pre-Slash, Jealous Sherlock, Love Confessions) – 5 times John (thought) he noticed something peculiar about his and Sherlock’s relationship but really missed the obvious.

The Strait of Juan de Fuca by mightypog (T, 6,400 w. || Vacation, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Canada, Post-TRF, Love Confessions) – Sherlock is back and all seems forgiven, but something is missing between him and John. Their friendship initially appears intact, but Sherlock doesn’t understand why John seems to be slipping away. Finally, in terror, he tries to reconnect with John by taking him to the one place that seems to inspire any emotional interest in John any more: the Canadian wilderness. While there, Sherlock faces his greatest fear.

Better Than Fiction by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (E, 6,813 w. || Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Imagination, Masturbation, BJ’s, First Time / Kiss) – …he opens his eyes, but instead of seeing John he is staring at his bedroom ceiling, the pale plaster a startling contrast from the scene in his head. It had felt so real. He can only imagine what the feel of John’s lips would be like, his taste. But luckily for him, he thinks with a smirk, he’s always had a brilliant imagination.

The space between by Salambo06 (E, 6,830 w. || PWP, Friends to Lovers, Masturbation, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Miscommunications, Bottom Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Sexual Fantasy) – “It’s for a case,” Sherlock says as soon as John looks down at his computer. John remains silent for a long moment, eyes moving from the screen to Sherlock, before saying, “You don’t have to explain.” His voice is low, too low, and Sherlock looks at the computer, putting the video on pause. “Lestrade asked me-, no, forced me to find out who’s threatening a famous porn star, and the suspect is among his co-stars, so I only need to watch out for any signs from his partners, anything that might show they’re the one sending those threats and I can move to something else.” “Right.”

Onomatopoeia by aquabelacqua (M, 6,904 w. || First Time/Kiss, Frottage, Dirty Talk, Domestics, Word Kink) – Something is the matter with John. Sherlock is determined to figure out what it is. Mark his words.

The Tip Over Into The Inevitable by ivyblossom (T, 6,894 w. || Grief, Cuddles, Insomnia, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers) - When his father dies, Sherlock avoids sleeping. Then discovers he can’t sleep at all. John finds a way to help.

where the good things grow by anchors (M, 7,066 w. || Tea Shop AU || Alternate First Meeting, Magical Realism, Gardens, Tea, Friends to Lovers) – "I have a magic garden.” As come-ons go, John’s heard worse.

Drawstring by May_Shepard (E, 7,412 w. || Friends to Lovers, UST/RST, Fluff and Smut, Post-TAB, John POV) – John is bothered by Sherlock’s slowly-falling jim-jams… as in hot and bothered and he is trying to deal with a sexy dishevelled Sherlock while also keeping his pining in check.

Six Dates by avawtsn (E, 7,421 w. || 5+1, First Time / Kiss, Post S4-Compliant, POV John) – A rather accidental 5+1 written for the prompt “is this a date?” Hint: it is.

Correspondence by Cleo2010 (T, 8,031 w. || Letters, Friends to Lovers, Jealousy, Dating ) – Sherlock’s been spirited away on a case for Mycroft. Part of the deal was that he and John could communicate via letter until the case was completed. Maybe the cliche is true, absence does make the heart grow fonder. Or perhaps something is growing on the feet in the fridge. Read their letters month by month.

Presence by LostGirl (M, 8,625 w. || Pre-Slash, First Time, Jealousy, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock has recently noticed a shift in his own perceptions, but he can’t quite figure out when it started.

Bread and Wine and Curry Once a Week by cwb (E, 8,737 w. || Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Stroppy Sherlock, Love Letters, POV John) – Sherlock asks John for relationship advice. Little does he know that it’s him that Sherlock is in love with.

A Lifetime Together by LondonGypsy (M, 8,886 w. || Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining Idiots, Alternating POVs, Domestics, Retirement) – John and Sherlock falling in love.

Unwasted by patternofdefiance (E, 8,966 w. || Post-S3 / S3 Fix-It, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Angelo’s, Fluff, First Time, Anal, Cum Play, Flashbacks to ASiB, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Bottomlock, Cuddles, Multiple Orgasms, BJ’s, Bed Sharing) – John finds it three months after he’s moved back. He’s on the hunt for something to make for dinner, is scrounging through the cupboards, when he happens upon the graveyard of pasta boxes Sherlock still seems to create when left to his own devices. Behind seven boxes of pasta, all almost completely empty, is a dark-glassed bottle, with a paler coat of dust.It’s unopened. John’s face falls slack when he sees it, instantly recognises it, and for a long moment he just stands and looks at it.

The Newlywed Game: Johnlock Edition by patternofdefiance (E, 9,020 w. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, Friends to Lovers, Humour, Romance, Smut, Case Fic, Self-Esteem Issues) – John and Sherlock pretend to be married in order to be contestants in a Newlywed Game. Of course it’s for a case. Of course it doesn’t stay that way. Part 8 of I Blame Tumblr

What I Hide By My Language, My Body Utters by PixChuu22 (M, 9,047 w. || Fake Relationship, For a Case, Friends to Lovers) - Based on a prompt from Tumblr user thetwogaydetectives - “fake relationship that ends up being so real, they finally realize they are in love.”

The Devil You Know by PipMer (T, 9,300 w. || Friends to Lovers, Romance, Holmes Brothers, Jealous Sherlock) – The Holmes brothers are behaving oddly. John is dazed and confused. In other words, it’s business as usual at 221B Baker Street. Except when it’s not.

Paparazzi by SilentAuror (E, 10,543 w. || Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Friends to Lovers, Post S3) – John moves back into 221B Baker Street after his marriage falls apart and the paparazzi won’t leave him and Sherlock alone about the status of their supposed relationship. Sherlock, of course, never denies it, until one day he does…

Never Have I Ever by hudders-and-hiddles (E, 10,655 w. || Pining Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Drinking Games, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst, Friends to Lovers) – John and Sherlock tag along for the Met’s weekly night out, where the evening’s chosen drinking game is Never Have I Ever. Sherlock is reluctant to join in until he realizes he can learn all kinds of new things about John, but he forgets that John might learn a thing or two about him as well.

Rainbow Hearts Retreat by PajamaSecrets (E, 11,638 w. || Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Undercover, Fluff and Smut, Bed-Sharing, Therapy, Humour/Crack, First Time) – “It’s a same-sex couples retreat. For those experiencing troubles in their relationship. Consists of group and couples therapy as well as encouraging socialization between the couples. It’s all in their incredibly dull brochure.” “Rainbow Hearts Retreat,” John read. “Sounds… quite gay.”

Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w. || Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) – Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock’s perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.

The Slow Burn by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,097 w. || Romance, Emotional Infidelity, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV) – John smiles, something small and private and for him alone, and Sherlock just…he knows. With a heart-stopping certainty, Sherlock suddenly knows. It feels like falling off the edge of a cliff. It feels like falling off the edge of the world. It feels like flying.

Barricade by stitchy (M, 14,127 w. || Friends to Lovers, Angst, Happy Ending, UST, Mary’s Not Nice) – Sherlock has been struggling to keep his feelings at bay for everyone’s sake. Part 1 of Barricade

Speaker for the Bees by antietamfalls (M, 14,649 w. || Deaf Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Sign Language) – It isn’t always easy assisting a deaf detective. Luckily for John, they make a pretty good team.

Hallowed Eve by EventHorizon (T, 14,750 w. || First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Halloween) – It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to let Sherlock choose the costumes for Halloween, but John never considered himself the smartest man in the room, anyway.

Pattern Behaviour by SilentAuror (E, 14,835 w. || POV First Person Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Stroppy Sherlock, Light Humour, Friendship, John Takes Care of Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Wall Kisses, Fluffy Angst, Happy Ending) – Sherlock doesn’t even know why he resents John’s dates so much. Until the day he does know. Slight angst, unrequited feelings (but don’t let that scare you off!)

Twelfth Night by yourdykeinshiningarmor (E, 15,139 w. || Fake Relationship, Christmas, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Angst & Fluff, BJ’s, Anal) – John is invited to his aunt’s Twelfth Night ball. Sherlock offers to attend with him as a friendly face among strangers, but John’s family force him to address his true feelings for Sherlock.

Till Death Do Us Part by prettysailorsoldier (M, 15,390 w. || Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Friends to Lovers, Fake Marriage, Christmas, Fluff) – When Sherlock links a recent spree of murder-suicides to a psychologist who specializes in marriage counseling, there’s really only one thing to do: Go undercover as a couple in hopes of drawing the killer out. Faking a relationship seems easy enough, but things take a turn when their real issues start to creep into the sessions, and, all the while, a killer is watching, waiting in the shadows for their chance to strike.

Second Chance by SilentAuror (E, 15,816 w. || Post-Divorce, Friends to Lovers, UST, Romance) – Now that John’s divorce has gone through and the dust is settling, Sherlock thinks that he would very much like to see if there is any possibility of moving their friendship in another direction. The only thing is, he has no idea how to go about doing that…

A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry (E, 16,825 w. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, POV John, Pining John, Cruise Ship, Angst & Fluff, Case Fic) –  John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica

Between Friends by SilentAuror (E, 18,036 w. || Post S3, Alternating POV, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Abduction, Awkward Situations / Miscommunications, Porn With Feels, Blowjobs, Pining, Unrequited, Angst With Happy Ending) – Sherlock gets abducted. As John discovers him tied up naked in an empty storage facility and comes to rescue him, Sherlock’s body has an unfortunate reaction which triggers a series of events. John is convinced that everything will be fine as long as they never discuss it. Sherlock isn’t as sure…

When to Let Go by KendylGirl (M, 22,109 w. || Friends to Lovers, Reverse Reichenbach, Sacrifice, Forgiveness, Angst, Love, Implied Drug Use) – What if it were John who had to die to thwart Moriarty’s plans? John’s supposed death shatters Sherlock, and when he returns, it will challenge the pair to forge a path of forgiveness, to peace, and to find a way back to each other. Part 1 of When to Let Go

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock’s parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

State of Flux by Atiki (E, 24,655 w. || Sherlock POV, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Cuddles and Snuggles, Awkwardness, Insecure/Virgin Sherlock, Romance) – John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they’re both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

To be Loved by You by TwisterMelody (M, 28,775 w. || Angst, H/C, Friends to Lovers, Post-HLV, Infidelity, Character Death, Background Mystrade, Pining, First Time, Romance) – Too many times they had confessed themselves in the darkness, leaving it there, never to speak of it again.  But this is different.  This love deserves the light of day.

Five Times They Kissed for a Case, and One Time They Kissed for Real by fleetwood_mouse (M, 32,406 w. || 5+1, Slow Burn, Fluff / Angst, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers) – A stolen ring! An artful blogger! And many more adventures for your enjoyment.

A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (E, 32,690 w. || Case Fic, Post S3, Evil Mary, Dev. Rel., Honeymoon, Epistolary, Bottomlock, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Secret Agents, BAMF!John) – John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX

Chaperones by MissDavis (T, 34,114 w. || 11 Years Post-S4, Fake Relationship, Parentlock, Disney World, Bed / Room Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Insecure John) – Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. “You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie’s class and you won’t have to share a room with a stranger?” “Exactly.” Sherlock beamed at him. “Don’t worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us.”

That Partitioning of the Things of Youth by wearitcounts (E, 35,353 w. || Humour and Angst, Post-TRF, Fake Relationship, UST / RST, Friends to Lovers, Jealous John) – Victor Trevor is in town, and nobody’s happy.

Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara’s American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she’s also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she’s placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.

The Curious Adventure of the Drs. Watson by ShinySherlock (M, 40,883 w. || BBC & ACD Fusion || Victorianlock, Time Travel / Magical Realism, Friends to Lovers, Love and Kissing, Romance, Body Swap) – What if ACD Watson and BBC Watson switched places…  “Imposter!” Hands clenching the lapels of John’s coat, Holmes shoved him anew. “Yes!” John agreed, nodding, and then grimacing. “Sort of!”

Bloody But Unbowed by BeautifulFiction (E, 43,211 w. || Abduction, John Whump, Mild Torture, Background Case Fic, Friends to Lovers, Post-TRF / S3 Rewrite, Hurt/Comfort) – When a familiar argument threatens to destroy the last remnants of John and Sherlock’s failing friendship, both men are left questioning their worth to one another. Before either of them has the chance to make amends, circumstance intervenes. John is left at the mercy of his abductors, and this time, he’s not sure Sherlock will bother coming to his rescue.

The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss (E, 44,025 w. || Five and Ones, Post-TRF, Case Fic, UST, Homophobia, Friends to Lovers) – Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants in the course of a case.

Bedroom Tales by Junejuly15 (M, 49,950 w. || Friends to Lovers, Through the Years, H/C, Military Kink, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Insecure Sherlock, Voyeurism, Post-TRF, Ficlets, Fluff and Angst, Fix-It Fics) – Bedroom Tales is a collection of John and Sherlock ficlets. They are set at various stages of their relationship and are in no particular order. Some are fluffy, some sexy, some angsty, there is hurt and comfort, romance and love. What unites them is that they all play in a bedroom, but not necessarily the one in 221B.

In the Dark Hours by hubblegleeflower (E, 51,639 w. || Friends to Lovers, Unreliable Narrator, Closeted Bi John, Angst, Miscommunications, Slow Burn, First Time, John’s Blog / Epistolary) – John, wounded and silent, drifts back to Baker Street for healing…and then goes home again. He visits, gets more upbeat, chattier, smiles, jokes… and still goes home again. Sherlock wants him to move back in - it just makes sense - but John shows no signs of doing so. This is the story of how John and Sherlock learn to say what needs to be said when they’re both so very, very rubbish at talking.

Lost Without My Blogger by starrysummernights (E, 52,155 w. || Rev. Reich, PTSD, Hurt / Comfort, Fluff / Angst, Psychological Torture, Reunion Fic, Friends to Lovers) – John is abducted and declared dead. How will Sherlock cope without his blogger? How will he react when John comes back from the “dead?” Drama and angst with a healthy dose of romance. Part 1 of I’d Be Lost Without My Blogger

Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w. || Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case) –  Five months after John’s world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots.

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w. || Alternate Future AU || , Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It’s 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn’t need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

A Study in Winning by Jupiter_Ash (E, 106,658 w. || Tennis AU || John POV, Dirty Talk, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Sherlock Speaks French, Switchlock, Wimbledon) – John and Sherlock are professional tennis players and it’s Wimbledon. One is a broken almost was at the end of his career, the other an arrogant rising star tipped for greatness. It should have been a straightforward tournament. It really should have been. How were they to know that a chance encounter would change everything? Part 1 of Tennis

between each beat are words unsaid by darcylindbergh, hudders-and-hiddles (T, 107,998 w. || Epistolary, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Happy Ending) – On their wedding night, John and Sherlock gift each other with the things they each said when the other could not hear, the things they each put down where the other could not see: a collection of writings that illustrate the way their love for one another has grown over the years. Part 1 of between each beat

Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction (E, 151,907 w. || Friends to Lovers, Gay Bar / For a Case, Drugs, Pining, Case Fic, UST) – When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, is he the only one who appreciates his flatmate’s charms, or is Sherlock at risk of becoming the next victim?

A Fold in the Universe by darkest_bird (E, 152,869 w. || Omegaverse / Prime Universe Crossover || OmegaJohn / AlphaSherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Angst, H/C, Dub Con, Humour) – Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other?

Mise en Place by azriona (M, 161,004 w. || Restaurant (Kitchen Nightmares) AU || Sherlock is Gordon Ramsay / Celebrity Sherlock, Restauranteur John, Harry Plays Prominent Role, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, Cranky Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn) – John Watson had no intentions of taking over the family business, but when he returns from Afghanistan, battered and bruised, and discovers that his sister Harry has run their restaurant into the ground, he doesn’t have much choice. There’s only one thing that can save the Empire from closing for good – the celebrity star of the BBC series Restaurant Reconstructed, Chef Sherlock Holmes. Part 1 of Mise en Place

The Gilded Cage by BeautifulFiction (E, 326,887 w. || Omegaverse || Omega Sherlock / Alpha John, Friends to Lovers, Dub Con, Reproductive Rights) – In a world where Omegas are the property of the elite Alphas, locked away and treasured by those wealthy enough to buy them, John never questioned his flatmate’s secondary gender. Sherlock Holmes was an Alpha through-and through. Wasn’t he? A chance discovery turns the world on its head, and John is left grappling to come to terms with Sherlock’s past as events conspire to threaten their future.

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Hi everyone!

Hi! My name is Lorne. I’m three years old and I live with my sister, Willow, and our two moms. Willow and I were born in a crowded place with a lot of other cats. It wasn’t very nice, but then our moms found us and took us home! Now we live in a nice big house with so many good places for napping and playing. We even have a catio so we can go outside and still be safe, but I don't understand how the door works so I haven't explored it yet. I do like watching the birds from the window, though, and sleeping in the sunshine.  Our mamas take really good care of us. We get a new box of toys every month in the mail and all the tummy rubs we want. Willow and I have to eat special food so I don't have trouble peeing, but if I wiggle my butt enough sometimes mama will give me treats. (Mama says I’m not chunky, I’m just big boned!) It's really nice here. I spend most of my day sleeping on our mamas’ bed or wrestling with Willow. As the man of the house it's up to me to keep us safe, though, so I also check the cupboards regularly and yell at them if I need to. You can't be too careful. I used to think all kitties got to live in nice places like me, with all the toys and sleeping spots they could want, but mama told me that’s not true. She said lots of cats have to live outside where it’s cold and wet and they don’t always get to eat dinner. She also said some humans are really mean to cats, and hurt them for no good reason. This made me really sad! I think every cat deserves a nice home and good humans to take care of them. I'd be really scared if I had to live outside, and I would be lonely if I didn't have Willow and our mamas. I asked mama what I could do to help all those other kitties and she said there’s a cat rescue she works with called The Whiskers Syndicate. It’s a shelter run by a really nice lady name Josie who takes care of needy cats in a far away place called Indonesia. The people there aren’t as kind to kitties as people are here in America, so there are lots of cats who need her help. Mama donates money to The Whiskers lady, and she said maybe I should ask everyone she knows if they would want to donate some too. Or if they couldn’t, maybe they could at least share this so others can see it too. What a great idea!  I'm really grateful to have such a good family; thank you for letting me tell you about us! If you liked my story, please consider clicking this link and donating a dollar or two to Josie's family, or even just sharing this so we reach more people. If you can’t, a prayer is just as good! I know they are very grateful for anything you can spare and you'll be helping kitties like me have a safe place to sleep and play. That's what every kitty wants and deserves.

[thesunshinebunny]

HOMESICK

Request:  Can I have a Voltron request, where the S/O (female) feels lonely and nostalgic while being away from home, and to feel better she sings in her native tongue during the night, or at least while others sleep. I'm mexican, so can you put a song, only for this time, in latin spanish??? Extra points if you do it with Shiro

100000% sure that I will end up crying at the end of this request. So much fluff ahead, many tears and sooooo many cuddles.

Just for this time I’m going to use the Mexican / Spanish Latin language, any other request that wants something similar, I will write it in general. And for this big occasion, I’m going to use this song which I was waiting for time to use in a request https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfzmjgpx-VE

If you want to hear it in english, here is the original song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=onc7BXwEBbQ

Your P.O.V

How much time had passed? When was the last time you had seen the Earth? When was the last time you spoke and saw your family? How much? You could say weeks, but that would be lying to yourself. Months? most likely, almost a year, that could become the most relevant case. Being part of the Voltron Coalition it’s not something that could be taken lightly, much less being the engineer of the whole Voltron team. Although you did not walked in combat very often, you were very useful when it came to repair the lions and the castle’s particle barrier, and another malfunction equipment.

Inside you, you felt that it was a great honor to be part of this struggle and you felt a great need to help the most in disgrace; but every time you saw a child return to their respective family you could not help but feel a knot in your throat. You missed your mother’s hugs, your grandmother’s homemade food, the hair pulling of your nephews, the nights when you stayed awake watching movies with your brothers, your father’s advice. ‘Fuck’ you missed them a lot.

One more day came to an end inside the castle and therefore, your work as an engineer too. The lions had not suffered much damage in their last attack by the Galra on a rebel planet, so you only did a maintenance check and decided to leave the minimum repairs for the next day. Coming back to your room, you met up with Hunk, who was holding a plate of goo food.

“Hey Y/N I brought you some food, I figured you’d be hungry after this long day” He was a very sweet cinnamon roll, always caring for others.

“Thanks Hunk, I really appreciate it” although your voice sounded sweet, your look didn’t express the same, today was those days where you were too melancholic to work or even put a smile on your face.

“Ehhh Y/N…are you ok? Do you feel well?” no matter how friendly Hunk was, bringing him up your problems and your sadness would not help at all, it would make him sad and the both of you would end up around a pool of tears and their cries would attract the other paladins and the alteans and all would end up crying … no, it was better to leave things to yourself for the moment.

“Y-yes, yes! am ok, just a little stressed, I’m going to eat this and then I’m going to throw myself in bed and sleep like the sleeping beauty. G’ night”  You closed the door of your room before Hunk could wish you good night.

“Good Night” there it was. You heard him behind the door and then walk away down the hallway.

What you said about the food it was a lie, you were not in the mood to eat even a spoon, so you left the food next to the door. You fell heavily on your bed and you had thought to sleep until the war ended when screams took you out of your thoughts.

“YOU WILL REGRET FOR THAT LANCE”

“In your dreams mullet!!” it seemed that Lance had gone back to make Keith’s rage fly through the sky.

“What just happended?”

“Lance wanted to bake his grandma cookies and dropped that ‘flour-ish’ thing on Keith’s hair”

His grandma. Shit, he must have missed his family too, he even wanted to try baking his grandmother’s cookies. Nothing could be more cute and sad than that. That kind of act…like, remember his warm famility by cooking….it was so sensitive.

Remember…Yeah you remberber your mother´s laught, you remember how you loved watching her dance in her long colorful skirts, you remember the orange lilies on your feet, the petals falling on your (h/c) hair when your nephews ran over them. You remember how you loved sitting by the fireplace on cold days, with your father and grandfather playing the guitars, you remember the first time you held a toy guitar and you thought you were a star just like your father. You remember how every night your family sang at the table after dinner and you used to sing at the top of your lungs to be heard. You remember the first time you sang when your voice changed, a sweet, warm and simple voice that your family always admired and that you wished they would continue admiring.

A tear ran down your cheek at these warm memories and, as if fate were pleased by you, you felt within your jacket the only artifact you could bring from Earth, in which there were photos of your family and a lot of songs from your hometown. You came up with that one specifical song wich always managed to lift your spirit back in the Garrison.

Deep inside you wanted to press the logo of the song asap, but with the thin walls of the castle, you knew that the moment you played the song at high volume someone would knock on your door asking you to turn down the volume, while wouldn´t let you enjoy it as much as possible.

So, you grabbed the artifac, call it cellphone, along with a blanket and left the room. You inspected the corridor trying to find someone in it, the same in the common rooms, but seeing that there was no sign of anyone around and that the castle was completely silent, you went to the Bridge. You got as comfortable as possible, wrapped in a blanket and sitting in front of the huge crystal window that overlooked the dark space.

Shiro’s P.O.V

It was one of those nights where I couldn’t fall asleep because of stress. We were in constant battles and little time to rest, even in that times I kept awake designing new battles tactics. Stress was playing a trick on me lately and as long as I continued like this, I wasn’t going to be able to lead the team. I rolled on the bed several times trying to find a good position for the sleep to arrive more quickly, but my thoughts told me that it would not be possible.

I decided to go train for a couple of minutes, try to tire the body until sleep finally arrived. On my way out, I heard the sound of trumpets, follow by guitars in the background. At first I thought it was just my imagination and that I was really tired, but the melody continued for a few seconds, and in a moment two voices rose over the music, one male and one female.

“Recuerdame, hoy me tengo que ir mi amor...”

‘that was...spanish? I know Lance is cuban, but the man singing isn’t him’ I thought. Although that voice was unknown to me, the female voice was much more intriguing; It was sweet and warm, like it was dedicating the song to someone special. Consumed by the beautiful voice, my feet moved alone towards the room where the music came out. In the Bridge, I could see in the distance a small seated figure, surrounded with a blanket, looking into space, so didn’t see me enter.

As I approached, I could see that the one who was sitting was Y/N, her (h/c) (h/l) hair falling like a little waterfall on the blue blanket.

“A solas yo te cantaré, soñando en regresar”

Although I couldn’t understand her language, I could sense that it was a song of love and sadness at the same time. I sat down, caring not to make a noise, prey to her beautiful voice and let her continue singing. It would never have occurred to me interrupting her.

“Si mi guitarra oyes llorar, ella con su triste canto te acompañará...”

I could not tell if I had seen well, but I could see her face for a brief moment reflected on the crystal. She seems like she was crying. The lyrics ended for a few seconds, leaving again only the melody.  

“For even if am far away, I hold you in my heart. I sing a secret song to you, each night we are apart”

‘She start singing in english’ Her words were like a faint whisper, almost inaudible, but those were the only words I could understand of the song, even not being in it. And were those that made me realize ... she was homesick. She missed her house, her family. The lyrics played again and with it the voice of Y/N rose again, this time with a little trembling. My old doubts were dispelled, she really was crying. I would have liked to hug her in that moment, hold her against my chest and stroke her hair, telling her that everything would be fine; although the last one could be a big lie.

But ... I wanted her to finish, I knew that the song was important to her, and even if she ended with a choked voice, it would be good for her.

“Hasta que en mis brazos estés”

That's when she broke down. From her lips came small sobs and her cry quieted the music that was still playing on her cell phone. I could not stand it anymore. I stretched my arms towards her and snuggled her onto my chest. Her face was wet with so many tears and her hands gripped my vest firmly. Her face turned to mine and I could see her teary red eyes.

“Sh-Shiro?”

“Shhhh...it’s ok, you can cry, let it all out Y/N”

She wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me as she dropped a waterfall of tears. I felt how my vest got wet from her tears, I stroked her hair and wipe away her tears from her cheek. We stay like this for a long time, Y/N had stopped crying a few minutes ago and stood still in the same position, running her fingers over my chest.

“I miss my family Shiro, I miss them so much” I could feel a knot in her throat, preventing her from speaking clearly.

“I can tell, I miss mine too. I didn’t have the opportunity to communicate with them when I hit Earth” now it was me who had a knot in the throat, but I had to be strong, for Y/N.

“I’m sorry to hear that”

“It’s ok to feel homesick for time to time. Next time, you can come talk to me or just come to my room to cuddle, my door will always be open for you” I placed a strand of hair behind her ear and pinched her on the cheek.

“Thanks Takashi” I felt like my heart skipped a beat, it had been a long time since someone called me by my name and that it came from a warm voice like hers, it also made it melt.

“You’re welcome” I holded her more tight in my arms “By the way...you sing so beautiful, I didn’t know you could speak spanish”

“Oh...yeah” her cheeks were dyed in a soft blush “I’m from Mexican, spanish is my native language”

“Well, that song definitely melted my heart, could you sing me something else one day?” with that Y/N showed her most radiant smile towards me before putting her head back on my chest.

“Claro”

[sherereadssthemanuscript]

Endless Summer Christmas headcanon thread

Because I am scared of and done with whatever is happening in the game.

Long post but since I am on mobile I can’t add ‘keep reading’

-Michelle wants to hold a party for her friendos - She planned it all out and asked her parents if they could hold it in their giant house , three stories, two pools inside and outside - She wants this to be special after the whole … experience on the island. She makes cute little invitation cards. All from scratch - Michelle and Sean are back together so he helps her out with the preparations. - (sorry Sean fans don’t hate me I have suffered enough) - so she goes to invite everyone. - even contacts Jake in Costa Rica and he agrees to come - “hell yeah I could use some Christmas spirit right now” said MC - “Rad. I was already planning my annual accidental reboot of Home Alone for Christmas” said Diego - “Sure I’ll come ! I’ll make gingerbread houses !” Said Quinn - “Oh uhhh I have never been to a Christmas party,,, this will be fun” Said Estela - Raj just cries happy tears and hugs Michelle - “What is that nonsense , Christmas is a celebration of Jesus Christ’s birth and should be celebrated in a chur–” said Aleister “a Christmas party sounds awesome, Meech!” Said Grace “I-uh- I mean yes of course we’d love to come” frantically answers Aleister. - (also I agree with Aleister in my country Christmas is a strictly religious holiday , the gifts and awesome dinners are during New Year) - “You know I’m Muslim, right?” Said Zahra “oh, Zahra I’m so sor–” “nah I am just messing with you , I will come, I am an atheist anyway.” - Michelle keeps knocking on Craig’s door but he doesn’t answer so she calls Sean - “hey, Sean I think your best friend has barricaded himself” - “Nah he’s out of country, visiting his parents in Taiwan” - Meech is a little upset not everyone will be there but she’s fine - Christmas Eve comes , Michelle is nervous about her party but Sean calms her - “hey, you did amazing, I am sure everyone will love this” - the door bell rings. Michelle jumps to open the door. - It’s Quinn “Hey, Meech! This is for you!” She passes Michelle a box full of beautiful gingerbread houses and other cute pastries" She enters and sits down on a couch “Hey, Sean!” Sean gives Quinn a friendly wave - MC and Diego arrive next they greet and hug everyone and Diego looks around the fancy house decorated with snowflakes and other winter things and whistles - “a real Winter castle” he says and approaches Meech “are you the ice queen” she lightly smacks his shoulder and shakes her head. - Jake breaks through the door, shivering from the cold “Can’t believe I replaced Costa Rica with this wintery mass” he shakes snow from his coat “Hey , Maybelline” he gives a quick hug to her and waves at Sean “sup, Cap” also waves to Diego and Quinn at the couch and approaches MC - “fancy seeing you here.” He says flirtatiously “at a party with all our friends” she answers with a laugh “was hoping I’d bump into you” he gives her a wink and they stare at each other. - their gaze is broken by Diego slipping his hand in between them and raising it - he has a little mistletoe. - “see this?” this is my stop-teasing-and-kiss-already…nator - Jake chuckles and wraps his hand around MCs waist and pulls her into a kiss. - (prepare for a lot or shippy moments btw) - Grace and Aleister arrive and Aleister’s nose that is like a dark shade of red from the cold becomes the laughing stock of the evening. Grace hugs him to keep him warm tho - Michelle offers him hot chocolate nearly spilling it from the laughter. - Estela arrives with Raj and they are both wearing reindeer ears - “… he convinced me” was all Estela said - Quinn exploded into a fit of giggles upon seeing Estela but the latter didn’t mind that much - and lastly Zahra arrived, late, she was wearing a Santa hat and a sweater that said “All I want for Christmas is your absence” - “wow , your sweater’s very jolly” Meech says “yeah my grandma gave it to me when I was 17” “Wait , really?” Michelle asked confused and Zahra rolled her eyes “of course not” - Zahra greeted everyone and looked around. - “so where’s uh.. ” she asked “Craig?” Michelle continued and Zahra protested “pfffft that was not what I was gonna ask I was gonna say uhhh where uh… Cocaine! Aren’t we having a White Christmas ?” - “yah sure.. to answer your initial question he’s not gonna come he’s in Taiwan” - “not like I was interested” - so the evening starts they have snacks and hit chocolate they discuss what they’ve been up to during the break and they play games until the Christmas dinner is preparing. - suddenly someone knocks on the door, Michelle opens it and it’s a man in a Santa costume. - “ho ho ho, children!” The man enters and drops a bag of presents on the ground - “Santa Claus brought you some gifts and could use some reward” Santa stood next to Zahra and wiggled his eyebrows , Zahra snorted and pulled the beard and let go so it snaps his chin. - “Ow!” Santa pulls the hat and the beard off altogether and reveals Craig - “Craig!” Sean exclaims and hugs his best friend “dude, you flew all the way back to here from Taiwan?” - “Sure, bro! spending time with family is cool and all but you guys are my family now too!” - “aww, that’s so sweet , Craig!” Quinn said “Yeah that was a very cliche Christmas thing to say” Jake continued - “anyway, open the gifts, guys!” Craig said - the bag was full of expensive alcohol jewelry and other souvenirs and gifts. - Everyone pulled out some gift and Jake hurriedly picked up a bottle of Whiskey. - “Hell yes, I could really go for some if this right now” - Zahra pulls out a necklace with a polished obsidian and puts it on. - “I got something else for you too” Craig told Zahra and gave her a cute teddy bear that was holding a heart. - “are you serious?” she smirked “press it” she pressed its center and nothing happened she tried pressing at different places and finally pressed the area that could be referred to as the ‘crotch’ of the toy - and it said “I love you” , he was already chuckling and she soon joined him. - “did you change the place of the microphone yourself” he nodded while laughing “wanted to get something funny and unique… just like you” he said. - she rolled her eyes and looked down at the ground to hide her blush - “you know I got something for you too…” she said “what?” -Zahra snapped her fingers and Diego approached, one hand behind his back and the other holding up a mistletoe “I have been at this the whole evening…” he said - Zahra and Craig laughed and Zahra pressed a soft kiss on Craig’s lips. - he kissed her back passionately but she broke the kiss soon - “Merry Christmas” she said. - the dinner was ready and everyone sat around a table to eat the food which was delicious - “this is delicious, Michelle!” Grace said moaning a bit. - “All thanks to Raj’s advice!” She answered patting Raj on the shoulder - after they were done Michelle got very excited. - “okay who’s ready to hang out at the pool” - everyone cheered - “I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” Zahra said “What ? I specifically advised bringing one didn’t you read the invitation?!” Michelle asked and Zahra chuckled nervously. - Meech sighed “I’ll give you one of mine.” - the girls went upstairs to change , Grace wore a mustard colored bikini with a green flower print, MC wore a strapless blue bikini, Estela wore a cyan one-piece Quinn wore a white bikini with a silky small swimming robe over it, Michelle wore a purple bikini with Louis Vuitton logos all over it. - “okay Zahra let’s see what I can give you” Michelle passed Zahra a black one piece with cuts in some places and Zahra almost didn’t complain about it. - “i still don’t understand the need of swimming in a pool during a Christmas party.” - the guys were already in the pool. Besides Aleister who was waiting by the wall for Grace, his eyes lit up when he saw her and she ran up to him. She ran her hands down his abs and whispered something with a seductive look on her face. - Jake noticed MC and smiled, she dived into the pool and swam up to him wrapping her hands around his neck. “Doesn’t this feel nice” he said , she ran her hands threw his hair and kissed him passionately “I’d bring the mistletoe but it would get wet!” Diego shouted from across the pool making the couple laugh. “Hope he’s not going to stay in our room holding up a mistletoe while we–” “shut up, Jake” she rolled her eyes. - Zahra sat on the edge of the pool , her legs in the water. Craig splashed her with some of the water “you’re asking for it” she said but he continued splashing her. She rolled her eyes and ignored him, he pulled her into the water making them both go under the surface , he kissed her while they were underwater and when they returned to the surface they were still kissing, she broke the kiss and they stared at each other before she splashed him “okay, okay fair enough” - Raj brought a water gun and was spraying Diego, Quinn and Estela. - Sean wrapped his arms around Michelle - “what a successful party, right?” Sean said - “wouldn’t happen without your help, big guy” she stroked his cheek and was ready to kiss him “wait wait wait wait wait wait waaait” Diego shouted running up to them with the mistletoe “there, now kiss” -Michelle and Sean laughed and gave each other a quick kiss

The End, where everyone is healed, no one is dying and they’re not on a deadly island, yay

[titconao3]

that 11 question thing

i was tagged by @antarctic-echoes​ & @mametupa​, so here are my answers. Warning: i suck at these things. Sorry. tl;dr: i’ve been told several times i was too much of a realist, too down-to-earth and sadly unable to dream & leave what things actually are aside, and it shows.

1.  what’s your favorite hobby? Er, i don’t really know... anything where i can forget myself?

2.  What’s the movie you hate more than anything? there are several, and probably quite a few i’ve erased from my memory. i don't get why people like Love, Actually so much for instance - so depressing. And others, but i either don’t remember them or don’t want to get flamed, so.

3.  which would you rather be: Ninja or British Spy? And why? i teach English for a living, but i practised a martial art for a few years. No idea, you pick! If the British Spy thing means lots of sex, no thanks. If it means cool fun toys, why not. If the ninja thing means being able to do fancy moves, why not. If it’s about the training that allows me to do that, probably not.

4.  What’s your favorite book of all time? i don’t know. No, really. There are many books i enjoyed, but i’ve learned to be wary of picking them up again for a reread...

5.  If you could go anywhere, whether it be a real or fictional location, where would you go? no idea. Since i’m a very positive person who expects disappointment everywhere, well. Somehow, people think i’m pessimistic; i tend to see this as being realistic. It’s not that i don’t travel or like travelling, it’s just... i’m always keeping in mind it’s just a distraction that barely covers the emptiness of existence ;-) many places sound really great, but then when you’re there’s always that “gah i hate mountain paths” or “crap nearest toilets are far away” or “and now there’s the horrible trip back to look forward to” or “my feet are wet” or “those moving stairs are such a pain” or “the Pegasus galaxy is cool and stuff but i don’t have reliable access to AO3″... you get the idea.

6.  Which would you rather fight?  An angry horse-sized duck or a hundred angry duck-sized horses? depends on what tools / weapons etc i have at my disposal, i’d say? Do i have something that can incapacitate one large thing? or something to outrun small-legged animals for long enough i’d be safe?

7.  If you could have any dinosaur as a pet, which one would you have? i don’t want pets of any sorts. Not that i don’t like animals (i really do!), but i can’t properly care for them; i don’t have the time / space / patience etc. And, while dinosaurs are cool, they’d need a lot, and probably wouldn't be happy in an environment they’re not adapted to.

8. What is your favorite animated movie? er... i really don’t watch a lot of films, animated or otherwise. There are some i’ve enjoyed, and they’re definitely not Disney films. No shade on those who enjoy them, bear in mind i haven’t watched a Disney film since i was a kid, apart from the Lion King on a plane or something and the political undertones and how the way the lady lion’s role was downplayed made me angry (and why do so many of these end on “and they got married, the end”? not the more recent ones, from what i understand?) and also why do these people sing all the time? i... don’t like random singing??? i live in fear of the Lucifer musical ep, and i’m one of like 2 or 3 people who don’t like Lucifer singing stuff. I try to pretend he’s Freddie Mercury when writing him. Regarding anime, i’m probably supposed to say Miyazaki or something because everyone loves his stuff, and... it’s nice, sure. Really. Honestly, young characters have never been my thing - Ponyo was sure cute, i guess? i liked the Kenshin OAV because it mixed great music, anime, trope use etc? Or should i mention The Grave of the Fireflies because it’s all deep and stuff? It’s really good, but i’d never EVER rewatch it. Or perhaps Ghost in the Shell? great Kenji Kawai music there. Haven’t watched any animated film in ages. 

9.  What is your favorite dessert? i generally don’t really like sweet things - i can appreciate them, but one spoonful or two is enough; it’s not really my thing.

10.  what is your movie score? the... number of films i’ve watched? i used to be big on artsy cinema in my younger days, now i can’t stand being still for several hours, surrounded by people potentially munching on crunchy stuff. I’d probably not get a good score (HAHAHA) at most quizzes. to answer the question, the music i’m living to? i do enjoy some film scores - but i like silence more. 

11.  If you could go to dinner with any fictional character, who would you choose and why? no idea. i don’t have anything interesting to say to anyone. i imagine i can pretend for a while, but that’s what i already do most of the time i’m not home, so... i mean, there are many characters i find interesting / fascinating, but i don’t fit in their world or they don’t fit in mine. How would that work? Am i a lowly ensign on the (original) Enterprise? What am i supposed to talk about with Tony Stark and his buddies? i guess i could just stare moodily at a beer bottle while Methos looks all cool and liquid on the chair next to me, he’s probably one of those people who won’t mind silence too much? It would be rude to pester him about what he’s lived through. Maybe ask where he gets his sweaters, they look comfy. Not Lucifer, because i’m not the Detective (or in her orbit) / a pretty young thing / a good singer. I can drink? But i don’t know what to do with myself in a club, so.  and now from @mametupa​: 1. Which is your favorite holiday and why?  As a rule, i dislike holidays. It’s uncomfortable, i don’t particularly want to see most of my family, and it all feels forced. Of course i do know that for some people it’s a joyous time, but be it Xmas / Easter / birthdays whatever, it’s... not my thing. Sorry.

2. What is your favorite food to cook or eat?  i’m easy either way. A few years ago i used to cook with a friend. We became estranged, and now i don’t really cook anymore - i mean, i still cook everything myself everything i eat (including bread or yoghurts) but since then i’ve lost the taste and it’s all very utilitarian; fuel so i don’t faint at the gym or at work. i don’t really care, but i’m okay with or at least will try almost anything. Really.

3. If you had to live in the body of someone else, who would it be? Er, no one. Honestly, and that’s not a fun answer, but i’d rather not exist at all. Bodies are hard work (plus luck) to maintain reasonably healthy and, worse, in what is considered “good shape.” Besides, some that really look good are actually not good at all inside, not all diseases / pains are visible.

4. Favorite season? spring makes me sneeze, summer is too hot, winter is that horrible holiday period, so i guess autumn? i do like red colours on leaves (but i live in a city, so don’t see them much like on those nice autumn moodboards with pretty forests)?

5. If someone wrote a book about you, what would the title be? that won’t happen :-)

6. Favorite childhood book? i was a voracious reader until lit studies made me quit reading for a few years, so i read a lot as a child. I kept ideas, feelings, one little thing from many books, but i don’t think there’s ONE book that made me go THIS ONE. sorry.

7. Favorite smell? i don’t know. Wet forest? Fresh bread? Fireplace? What is one supposed to answer?  Definitely not perfumes or flowers, i’d sneeze and my eyes would become liquid or something.

8. What different languages do you speak or understand? French, English. I used to be good at Spanish, and i can (especially after a few days of resetting the brain bits) cope. My grammar and vocab are all shot to hell but i can definitely get by; i understand people enough to enjoy guided tours & stuff and get food and a hotel and get directions to park the car. For some reason i now have an English accent whenever i try to speak Spanish (i once said “nos quedamos ten minutos” sounding like a posh XIX lady and the friend i was travelling with was laughing like a loon. She had to repeat what i said to me). i’d like to learn Arabic, because it’s different and the grammar and sounds and writing and word etc are both alien to what i’m used to and yet a source of the languages i’ve learned before, so. i did Latin and Ancient Greek loooong ago, and well it was useful to read street signs in Greece and St Petersburg (i’d brushed up on the Russian alphabet just in case).

9. Favorite era?  they’re all interesting, past and present and future. The way some categories of people are / were treated tends to make me run away, though - women, sexual or racial or or or minorities, slavery, you name it. Nowhere, nowhen is 100% a haven.

10. What 5 things would you want to have with you if you were marooned on an uninhabited tropical island? i don’t know if the Internet counts, i guess i could tell people i’m stranded with it, so maybe not? If it doesn’t, no idea. i guess i should say useful stuff like, i don’t know. A fridge with electricity? A survival handbook? A fully-stocked house (with furniture) with electricity? or a means to kill myself as painlessly as possible?

11. One thing that you would never throw away? i don’t know. something useful? Or trousers, perhaps? i hate being naked. But a knife is always useful? Probably? i tend to not throw away stuff BUT i don’t *get* a lot of new stuff either (unless it’s polish, but even there i’ve slowed down because it has to be really special to catch my eye now). i don’t have 11 questions to ask people, but if anyone wants to pick among the many that have been asked before, feel free.

[canaryatlaw]

alright, well today was an adventure. Woke up to my alarm at 9:30 and got ready, packing the last few things in my suitcase (basically my pajama pants, toothbrush and toothpaste) and taking it downstairs, then of course gathering all the kitty toys and then the unfortunate task of putting kitty in the carrier bag, which is....difficult physically and emotionally lol. She very much does not want to get in the bag so it’s a struggle, but it’s easier with two people so since I had my mom to help me it wasn’t too bad. once she was in there of course she still wasn’t happy, but not much I could do about it now. around that time the car showed up, my family was all scattered today with my dad and older brother at work, my younger brother still in North Carolina, my mom waiting for the fence people to come (to install a fence that Daisy can’t jump over) and of course my little sister can’t drive yet, so they legit couldn’t take me to the airport, they weren’t just being lazy this time, lol. I guess the car ends up being whatever is available, it’s usually a town car but apparently the stretch limo was available today, so I ended up riding to laguardia in a stretch limo, lol. I’d been in it before since the owner of the company is a family friend so we’d done city trips and such with it when I was younger, but it was still very cool. Made it to laguardia okay and made it to the door fine (which is always a toss up with construction so I was grateful for that) and then we made our way inside and had to wait in line to check in at the counter so they could check out the cat situation and make sure everything’s set there. Initially when I set the carrier down the woman was questioning if she was able to turn around in it, because that’s one of the requirements (though you’re also not allowed to have it be any bigger than a certain amount) but she’d already turned around like 4 times in the car lol so I knew she could and then she did it so the lady was like oh okay cool. made my way to the gate, I was very familiar with the terminal, having gone in and out of this one many times before. so I grabbed some food and snacks for the flight and settled in at the gate. Just as it was on our way to New York, once we had settled down and weren’t moving kitty was just chilling and seemed perfectly fine, so that was good at least. Had to wait for a bit for the plane but eventually we boarded, I upgraded the seat to have more leg room (aka more room for kitty) so I had one towards the front but I still had the super basic economy ticket that’s like board in the last group so I have to wait till the end to get there and then have the people who already boarded move so I can get in my seat. Settled in fairly quickly, as soon as kitty was put down I think she fell asleep and I did not hear a peep from her the whole flight, so I’ll take that as a win. Sadly this flight did not come with the tvs in the backs of the seats like the flight here did, so I spent my time doing a mixture of playing games on my phone and reading some fanfic I’d downloaded to my phone. The flight was fine, no complaints there, and once we reached the ground and the airport everything was going well. had to go to baggage claim to get my duffel, then set out to the designated rideshare pick up spot and requested an uber, then had to call them right away to make sure they were ok with the cat, which, to the credit of uber drivers, I’ve never had one so far that has said no about the cat, so that’s been nice. The car ride back was quiet, he was asking a bit about the best route to get home and I was just like buddy I know nothing about street names or routes but if you can get to this one road you can take it like all the way down to my place, so we figured that out and managed to get my home. I got dropped off and then spent a good 5 minutes standing at the door to my apartment building digging through my bags to try to find where I had put my keys, which included unzipping my duffel in case I left them in there. I did finally find them buried in my drawstring bag though, and hauled everything upstairs. Once I got into my apartment the first thing I did of course was let kitty out of the bag because I don’t like her being in there either, and of course she was very happy to be out. I’m gonna see if there are some more comfortable traveling carriers for cats in the future if I end up having to take her with me again, maybe something with a solid bottom because the one I have right now is kinda flexible and I think she didn’t like that. So I’ll look into that. She was very happy to be free of course and bounded away. I dropped most of my stuff in my bag and decided to make myself a bagel (I may have stuck 5 bagels in my carry on?? I have no shame) so I did that and then grabbed my coat and purse to walk to the store to pick up cat food and stomach medicine. I have plenty of dry cat food, but if I don’t have any wet cat food she’s gonna jump on me at 2 am like bitch where’s my food and not leave me alone and I won't have anything to give her which just sounds like a bad idea. and of course just stomach medicine because acid reflux and my body hates me (yaaaaay). Store was hella crowded, nice lady in line in front of me let me go before her because I only had two items so I appreciated that, the girl that was doing bagging was very friendly, it looked like she potentially had some sort of special needs but we had a lovely conversation about our cats and she introduced herself to me at the end and it was all just very nice. Walked home and started watching the final episode of the great american bake off, which I’m sorry is just not nearly as entertaining as the british version, especially when they went from the semi-finals had two POCs and 3 white women and they cut both POCs so the finale was just the 3 white women.....so that was, at the very least, unfortunate. Before I finished the episode though Jess came over and she wanted me to do the black mirror thing that she became obsessed with while I wasn’t here for her to hang out with where I had to make all the choices, I can’t say I enjoyed it very much, it was more stressful and anxiety inducing than anything else. It’s just not really my style, I haven't really enjoyed the few black mirror episodes I've seen (other than maybe San Junipero and Hang the DJ) so this wasn’t really a surprise. after we played that through  few times we decided to switch to Runaways and watched the first two episodes of the second season, though we ended up talking over a good chunk of it so we may have to rewatch that for substantive purposes, lol. Oh, and we ordered domino’s cheesy bread for dinner at some point. After the second episode Jess headed home and I started getting ready for bed and of course dawdled for a bit because it’s now 1:10 am and boy am I tired, I have an appointment with a new allergist tomorrow to talk about my allergy symptoms (that may or may not be cat related, idk) which is mostly just me being itchy as hell all the fucking time, so we’ll have to see how that goes. And with that I very much need to sleep now because I am very tired. Goodnight my babes. Stay awesome.