#to play together and cuddle and roll around on our picnic blanket under the warm sunshine

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genshin boys and terms of endearment they'd use

a/n: this is my first time writing headcanons and ngl i found them quite difficult to format :( i’m liking this style for now, but things might change later on teehee anyway, lemon cake update next week, i promise!

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let’s get something out of the way first

diluc is not a jerk

sure, he might have tsundere tendencies but he’s definitely not as cold as people make him seem

in my opinion anyway

i like to call him a classy, but also a very private, softie

i can totally see him as someone who’d use terms such as darling, love, doll

a major factor here is the time and place

in public, he tries to seem more indifferent and will most likely refer to you by your name

however, in a more private setting, he has no inhibitions and actually prefers using nicknames!

I feel like diluc would want to really reassure their partner he truly cares about them, but in a direct yet indirect way

and calling you sweet things seems to get the message across.

listen to this while reading!

If only time could pass faster. Who knew waiting could be such an agonising activity? Such a simple but repetitive thing. Waiting for your cake to finish baking, waiting for the morning to arrive and even waiting for your lover to come home turned out to be much more of a challenge. It wasn’t unusual for Diluc to spend hours on end at Angel’s Share, but it was rather odd of him to break his promises.

A sad smile took over your features, remembering last night. Remembering his words, so sweet and benign, promising to dedicate you all of him and his time. His crimson red eyes, full of love and admiration for the person he held so dearly to his heart. His voice, so demure and nothing but a soft whisper, as if raising it would ruin the moment. The moment he shared with you in a little dark corner of Mondstadt, away from curious eyes and sharp ears. The moment he so desperately wanted to hold onto. Yet, the darknight hero was nowhere to be found.

By the time he finally arrived, your eyes were already closing. It was a gloved hand that pulled you out of your somnolent state. Yet again those same red eyes were looking into yours with the same devotion, if not stronger than the night he made his promise.

“Forgive me, love,” he pleaded in a shushed tone, “Kaeya came in and started causing a commotion and I couldn’t just leave.” he continued, his thumb brushing over your cheek delicately.

Too tired to say anything, you placed your hand over his, silently asking him to join you in bed. You had all the time in the world to discuss tomorrow... Hopefully. After discarding his black coat on one of the chairs and taking off his shoes, Diluc plopped in your shared bed, not even bothering to change into something more comfortable. Soon his arms were around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest. His smell reminded you of grapes and it completely enveloped you as you nestled into him.

“If only I could turn back time…” Diluc murmured to himself, kissing the top of your head. “Nothing will come in between us and our time together tomorrow. I promise you, darling.”

Turns out that, in the end, he does keep his promises.

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my very polite baby

like sure, he’s straightforward

but he be treating everyone with respect

you might be wondering why that matters

well that's because i think xiao would see it as a little rude to not refer to someone important to him by their name

names play a major part in xiao’s past

with rex lapis re-naming him after taking him under his wing and such

so, in my opinion, xiao finds calling out your name way more meaningful than nicknames

although if he were to use one it would probably be dear

it’s short and he can still address you as “dear (name)”

it does sound quite formal at times though

Moments like this were rare. Usually, sleep doesn’t concern your lover in the slightest, as it rarely comes to him. Although you couldn’t help but admit how much you loved it when he did come and sleep. Cuddled up next to you was the vigilant yaksha, the well known protector of Liyue. And dare you say, it was truly a divine sight. In the wash of the morning light, his face took the appearance of an old photograph, so nostalgic, so at peace. Slowly, one of your hands brushed past his face, placing the few rebel aquamarine strands that were cascading down his cheek behind his ear. For a moment, you find yourself in perfect silence, Xiao’s soft breaths being the only sounds that could be discerned. Without realising, you started softly rubbing his back, your heart leaping at the content purr that followed shortly after.

It was almost impossible to put into words the joy this brought you. Although it was such a simple, mundane thing, seeing Xiao so at ease was by far your favourite memory with him. The more you studied his features the more your sight fell upon his lips. The sudden urge to kiss him overwhelmed you, wanting nothing more than to cherish and show your lover the affection he deserves.

If only the sudden chirping of birds didn’t scare you, barely a few inches away from his face.

Curse those birds and their awful timing! And so, you backed away, laughing to yourself in self-consciousness, thankful that no one was aware of your little mishap.

Or so you thought.

You felt your face get warmer the moment you saw Xiao looking at you, drowsiness still coating his eyes. Yet again, for another short moment, no sound could be heard.

“____ my dear” he said, his voice deep and hoarse, snaking his arms around you as he brought you closer to him, “if you won’t do it, I will.” it was then the flush across his cheeks became apparent to you. Shame you didn’t have time to savour it, his lips immediately finding yours in a sweet, dream like kiss.

Moments like this were truly worth treasuring.

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in contrast with xiao, childe loves calling you cute nicknames

in fact, he barely uses your name!

sometimes he likes to tease you and pretend he forgot your actual name

of course that’s not true,he could never do such a thing

I can totally see him use pet names such as comrade, girlie, cutie, shawty, sweetness, princess/prince, baby

ok i know shawty is kind of random, but i think he’d use kind of ironically?

I think he’d also use big sister/brother just to tease you, even if you’re younger than him

he heard teucer refer to you as such one time and it honestly melted his heart a little bit

as a side note, seeing his siblings get along you makes him genuinely happy.

listen to this while reading!

Spring was such a beautiful time. Especially in Liyue. Especially on a date with the one and only Childe, eleventh of the Fatui harbingers. For someone with such a fearsome title and reputation, it wowed you to no end just how charming, just plain adorable, Tartaglia can be. Albeit, it was only your second date, it was expected of him to at least try to be nice.

And on time.

As you waited, under that beautiful sky, a hue so gentle between cloud and baby blue, you watched each bird upon wing. It was one of those spring days with a kiss of coldness that somehow heightened the warm rays of the sun. You paused to admire the flowers, to sense their aromas, to be in the moment with their transient beauty.

“Lovely, aren’t they?” asked Childe from behind you, a shy, perhaps slightly embarrassed, smile painted on his lips. “Sorry I’m late, I really overestimated my juniors’ capabilities and I had to step in.” he continued, gingerly taking hold of your hand, kissing the back of it.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his gentlemanly antics, although you enjoyed them nonetheless. “Don’t worry about it, you’re here now.” you reassured him, as you took a hold of his hand, already leading him towards nowhere in particular.

Another thing you liked about him. Things were so casual, so easy-going. One might call this date nothing but a hangout, but not every date has to be a luxurious five star dinner or a fancy show. Sometimes just a simple walk along the Liyue port was enough. Enough for you to get to know Childe, enough for you to like him even more.

Suddenly, Tartaglia was in front of you, his hands lightly taking hold of your face.

“Hold on cutie, there’s something on your face,” he answered your silent question, seeing as you looked a little confused. The next thing you knew, his lips descended upon yours. It was a sudden but very much welcomed kiss. A kiss that unfortunately ended just as abruptly, “it was me.”

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favourite peepaw

also prefers using your name rather than nicknames

but he’s not completely against them

he finds them quite nice actually

and he actually enjoys being referred by one!

like imagine going for a stroll with him and all of a sudden you go "darling, look!"

he'd look so content oh my lord

in my opinion anyway

he’d usually call you honey, my beloved or even my one and only!

you could be doing the simplest of things like reading with him under a tree

and he'd go "you're my one and only love"

no, he isn’t aware of how cheesy it sounds.

listen to this while reading!

Who knew the God of contracts could be such a romantic? Usually, Zhongli wasn’t a big fan of fancy, elaborate dates. He’d usually say something along the lines that “spending time with you was enough for him to feel like the richest man in the world”, which he technically was even without your presence. But, quite frankly, it was because he lacked the funds to do so that he didn’t pamper you every moment of the day.

So when you found yourself face to face with an array of different foods, meticulously prepared and arranged on a soft picnic blanket, you couldn’t help but wonder —

“Why the sudden change?” you asked, sitting down on the plush cover, to which Zhongli only chuckled.

“Am I not allowed to change my mind?” he replied in a teasing tone, flopping next to you.

“Oh, you are more than welcome to do so,” you winked, pouring some tea for both of you. It smelled like chamomile, “I was just trying to say it’s a nice change.” you continued, taking a few sips of your tea.

Zhongli only hummed, content with your response. Sometimes, sitting in silence, all while eating delicious brunch foods and drinking sweet tea, was much more enjoyable than small talk.

And so, you spend the rest of the day with your lover, basking in the sunshine and each other’s company. In his embrace, there was something so right, something that felt right, smelt right. You let your body sag, your muscle become loose. In that embrace you felt your worries loose their keen sting and your optimism raise its head from the dirt.

“You’re so beautiful, my beloved,” he whispered, cupping your face and kissing you gently.

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avid user of nicknames

partially because he finds them cute

and partially because he loves teasing you

he’d use them in public and try to get a reaction out of you

like let’s say all of a sudden kaeya is back hugging you, pampering your neck with kisses

saying something like “what’s wrong, baby?”

he’d also use hot stuff, sweet cheeks, gorgeous, handsome, cutie pie, treasure

sometimes they’re really sweet, other times they’re really silly

side note, i feel like this one got a little out of hand sorry yall i lowkey can’t take kaeya seriously

listen to this while reading!

There was something so heavenly about a kiss in the rain, a tender moment that just wouldn’t wait. It was that burst of love that is expressed, not caring if the water soaked through to chill the skin. You felt yourself gasping for air as Kaeya’s lips left yours, doe like eyes searching for his. Behind that brilliant shade of blue sparkled a glacial attraction. So complex and mysterious, it was magnetic. It made you want him even more.

Upon seeing your dazed state Kaeya smiled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. His hands found yours. “Let’s get you of here before you catch a cold.” he said, leading you down the streets of Mondstadt. It was the middle of August, and you got caught in nothing more than a summer rain. You weren’t even cold, but alas you let it slide, enjoying seeing Kaeya worry about you, even if it wasn’t as serious as he made it seem.

There is something about a rain-washed pathway that invites playful feet, that says each new step will be rewarded with a splash. And soon, you found yourself splashing around, making the most out of this accidental rain shower.

The moment you finally reached your home, Kaeya wasted no time, his arms already wrapped around you in a tight embrace. Yet again, a gasp escaped your mouth, Kaeya’s cold lips leaving goosebumps behind each carefully placed kiss on your neck.

“You know what’s the best way to get warmed up, treasure?” he asked, his hands ghosting over your hips.

You shook your head softly, awaiting his answer.

“A good old dance party!” he exclaimed, spinning you around as he started humming a cheerful. “Nothing gets the blood going like a little movement!” it was obvious he found great pleasure in seeing your more than confused, if not disappointed, expression. Still, he paid you no mind and continued dancing with you all while singing a cheery melody.

It was quite save to assume there was never a boring moment with this man.

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my favourite elevator boy

doesn’t love nicknames but doesn’t hate them either

i see him as an action speak louder than words guy

and although he’s aware that, as his partner, you know that

he still feels sorry for not being as vocal as other people when it comes to talking about his emotions??

so cute terms like these are a simple way he can show his appreciation for you

for some reason, i think he would really like using diminutives??

he’d call you things like little star

or baby or lovebug

i think it really matches his vibe ngl

listen to this while reading!

The breeze blew warm announcing the coming of summer's hottest days. The aroma of the tall grasses were an intoxicating perfume and the starry night above was a painting more sublime than any man could create. The clarity above became reflected in your mind.

Being with Albedo meant putting up with the unholy amount of hours he’d spend on whatever research he’d be conducting at the time. And luckily for you, his next big discovery involved the stars. On the black sky above you, there were a multitude of stars and there were lighter patches, clusters of faint and bold light, the constellations altered according to the time of year. These were the same stars that greeted the ancients, the same ones that would be there in millions of years.

As you enjoyed your little midnight snack, your gaze fell upon the chief alchemist. His eyes were fixated on the landscape above him, utterly fascinated by the world’s mystic beauty. Seeing him so consumed by his studies made your heart feel warm. It was adorable to see him like this.

Your sudden yawn made both you look at each other. Albedo’s gaze was filled with compassion, and perhaps a little remorse for making you come with him so late in the night just to stare blankly at the sky.

But you knew this wasn’t such a trivial thing.

You pet the spot next to you, silently asking him to sit down with you, to which he immediately obliged. As his head found its place on your shoulder a little sad smile made its appearance on his face.

“Sorry for making you come here with me, baby.” he said, his hand drawing patterns along your thigh. “I know this isn’t your idea of quality time.”

“Any time spent with you is quality time, silly.” you giggled, kissing the top of his head. “And besides, who doesn’t enjoy a little bit of stargazing?”

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ok now for venti

i feel like with him the tone he uses is very important??

i mean this also applies to the rest of the guys

but for venti even more so

he could simply refer to you by your name and it would still feel all special and bubbly

nonetheless, he loves using pet names!

i mean as a bard, he can come up with poems and such on a whim ( flashback to the signora moment :) )

so his nicknames for you always have a certain meaning or funny story behind them

oh, you love pumpkins or had an unfortunate accident involving one? now he calls you pumpkin all the time

he’d also call you things like sunshine because to him you bring so much joy and you warm his heart just like the sun.

with that being said, good luck to those pulling for him! <3

listen to this while reading!

“There you go! You’re really good at this!” Venti complimented you, observing in great detail the way your fingers touched the strings of his lyre.

Judging by the curious stares and even odd looks you’d get from time to time, that wasn’t really the case. What was supposed to be a simple walk around the city turned out to be a full concert. Although Venti couldn’t find it in his heart to tell you, who asked him so eagerly just a few moments ago if he could teach how to play a song, just how… Poor was your attempt.

A relieved sigh could be heard the moment your fingers left the strings, although Venti’s reassuring smile never left his face. “Don’t let a few strangers discourage you! Even the greatest geniuses had to start somewhere!”

“Are you saying I’m a genius?” you asked teasingly with a raised eyebrow, laughing at his flustered face.

“Let’s not go that far…” he murmured, winking cheekily.

“And here I was, thinking I could wow you with my insane musical skills…” you whined sarcastically, handing him his lyre as you continued your stroll. It was then Venti stopped in his tracks. Upon his face, shock was written all over, his expression soon turning sympathetic. For a moment, he left you alone, diving into the crowd of people, only to return to you with a single cecilia flower. Its fragrance was sweet and fresh and its color a perfect white. Shortly after, he gently placed it behind your ear, smiling to himself while looking at you.

“You don’t need fancy tricks to win over what you already have,” Venti said, kissing your cheek lightly. A cheerful tune could be heard across the street, Venti’s soft melody attracting a lot of attention, “I’m all yours, sunshine.” he said loud enough for more than a few people to hear.

He has such a way with words, doesn’t he?

[atlafan]

A Case of the Giggles - One Shot

a/n: I saw someone send someone else an ask about how they wished more people wrote about laughing or giggling during sex, and I got inspired. Enjoy! 

Words: 3K

Warnings: Fluff and Smut! 

Y/N had a problem with giggling, especially when she was nervous. She’s been like this her entire life, and she’s just accepted it. Sometimes she would have to explain to people, especially at work, that she has a nervous laugh, and that it really didn’t mean she was being a goof. Her current employer thought it was hilarious that she even mentioned it in her interview. She appreciated the honesty. It’s a good thing she didn’t like to gamble because her giggle would give her away.

Her boyfriend, Harry, thought it was the cutest thing in the world. When they first met at a mutual friend’s birthday party, she giggled when he shook her hand.

“Usually I have to work a little harder to make someone laugh.” He said, and winked at her, which made her giggle even more. “It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Harry.”

“I’m Y/N.” She let go of his hand and tried to take a deep breath. “You and Chris work together, right?”

“Yeah, we’re office neighbors. How do you know him?”

“Childhood friends.”

“Ah, well, lucky him.” He smiled, and of course, she giggled again. He looked at her, almost as if to wonder if she really thought he was that funny.

“I’m so sorry, I…” She giggled. “I have this thing where I laugh if I’m nervous.”

“Oh!” He looked around all the other people at the bar mingling, and dancing, celebrating their friend. “I’ve made you nervous?” He sounded sort of concerned.

“Very.” She giggled.

“I’m so sorry, do you want me to-“ He stared to move away from her.

“No!” She grabbed his wrist. “It’s me, not you. You’re just, um, very handsome…” She blushed, holding back her giggle as best she could.

That was enough for Harry. He talked with her the entire night, and got her number before they parted ways. He thought maybe the giggle would fade, but on their first few dates she found it difficult not to feel nervous around him. He thought it was cute. He sort of felt bad that she had this tell, he at least could hide how nervous he felt. He liked that it made her a little more blunt about how she was feeling.

The first time he kissed her, he had taken her out to the beach for a walk at sunset. He really wanted it to be romantic. It was their third date. Their toes were in the warm sand, his arm was around her as they both looked out at the sunset. He tilted her chin up towards him, and he leaned in. She could barely get through it. She laughed so hard she cried, and she was incredibly embarrassed. Harry assured her it was fine, and he even laughed a little too.

“I ruined it, I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t, just makes it more memorable. I wish you didn’t feel so nervous around me.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s not a bad nervous, it’s like butterflies, the good kind. I really like you.”

“I really like you too.”

A couple of weeks and many more dates later, they made things official. Harry didn’t like playing games, and neither did Y/N, so they were both happy to be on the same page. She giggled less when they kissed, she felt so comfortable with Harry now. She still felt butterflies, but she was able to control her impulse a little more. Because he knew she would easily get nervous, though, they took the physical side of things a little slower. One of the first times they really made out, she wanted to kill herself. She just couldn’t get it together when he started to kiss on her neck. She was straddling him, rolling her hips on him, doing well, and then he started to kiss down her jaw and just under her earlobe.

“Should I stop?” He whispered as he moved some hair away from her face.

“No, it feels good…I’m sorry.” She hid her face in his shoulder. “I’m such a spaz.”

“You’re not, babe.”

“But I always ruin the moment.” She pouted.

“Do you see a speech therapist or, like, any type of therapist? Do you know why you laugh when you get nervous?”

“It’s been like this since I was a kid, and yeah, I do see someone. I mostly just warn people that I do it. I don’t know if anything happened to me…there’s really no medication I can take…”

“It doesn’t bother me, I honestly think it’s adorable.”

“But it’s so frustrating.”

“You don’t do it as much when we’re just kissing now, we just need to work on it.”

“Okay, thanks, Harry.”

She smiled and pecked his lips. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He was right, it just took a little bit of time, and she didn’t giggle as much while they were making out or groping each other. She would mostly just smile against him, and he loved it. As long as she was having a good time with him, he didn’t really care if she needed to stop to have a giggle.

When it came time to get a tad more intimate, Y/N was feeling really proud of herself. She and Harry were making out on his couch one evening after a dinner date, she had unbuttoned his shirt to kiss down his stomach, and her hands had roamed down to his belt buckle.

“Is this okay?” She asked.

“Course, baby, go for it.” He smiled and she smiled back.

She bit her bottom lip as she undid his pants. She reached her hand inside his pants to palm him at first. She listened to how his breath hitched, feeling good about the way he was reacting to her touch. She was in the zone ready to go. She leaned up to kiss him while she reached inside his boxers to take him fully out. It was when she looked down at his full, hard length when she started giggling, which turned into a full laugh. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, she felt terrible, especially when she saw him growing softer.

“No, please!” She gripped him. “I’m so sorry!” She kept giggling.

“Y/N, Y/N!” He snatched her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Please, try to take a breath.”

She does her best to slow her breathing, but every time she looked down she had to bite back a giggle.

“Just, maybe don’t look at it?’ He suggested.

“I’m so sorry, I’m not laughing because anything’s wrong, it’s just so big and it took me by surprise is all. I really want to blow you, I just got a little nervous because I’m not sure how it’s supposed to fit down my throat.” Her cheeks were red from embarrassment, and her eyes were a little red from the tears that had formed from her laughter.

“No pressure, babe, just take what you can…I know it’s a lot.”

“I may keep my eyes closed…”

“Or just look at me…I sort of like the eye contact.” He blushed.

“Oh, Harry, I wouldn’t be able to keep it together if I looked up and saw you looking at me, I’m sorry.”

“Alright, uh, just try it your way then. It’ll still feel good.” He smiled reassuringly and she got to work.

She closed her eyes as she got her tongue on his tip. She worked over his slit before getting her mouth around him. She pumped what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. His head rolled back as she worked on him. It was a good blow job.

Y/N did a lot for Harry, and he desperately wanted to return the favor, but she just wasn’t ready. She was petrified of ruining the moment. He just wanted to make her feel good. They had been seeing each other for a few months now, he was in love with her, and he wanted to tell her, show her. So, Harry invited her out to his cabin by the lake for a weekend away. She was incredibly excited to have a long weekend away with her man. Things were going so well, her relationships never went this well. Most guys got annoyed with her giggling. Harry was so cool about it!

“Got everything?” He asks on the way up.

“Mhm, double checked my packing list.” She rests her hand on his as he drives. “This’ll be great, babe. Gonna put that new bathing suit I showed you to good use.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to see you wear it.” He kisses her hand. “We’ll have our own little private beach too. I rented a boat for the weekend, we can have a little picnic on the lake.”

“You’re so romantic, I love you.” She let it slip, and then she bursts into laughter, clasping a hand over her mouth. Harry slowly pulls over, and parks the car. “What are you doing?! We’re on the highway.”

“What did you just say?” He turns his body to look at her, squeezing her hand.

“I…I said I love you, Harry.”

Just as she’s about to start laughing again, he cups her face and brings her in for a kiss. It’s tender, but needy. He sucks on her bottom lip before letting her go.

“I love you too.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do!” He laughs. “Was the whole point of bringing you up here, I was gonna tell you this weekend.”

“Great, another thing I ruined.” She pouts.

“No! No, babe, this was perfect. Takes all the pressure off now, I swear.”

“Okay.” She smiles.

He kisses her again before pulling back onto the road. He was right, it did take a lot of the pressure off. They each must have said it five more times on the car ride alone. He couldn’t get enough of it. They both get everything into the cabin, and then he shows her around. She uses the bathroom to freshen up, and then they spend the evening eating food off the grill, and cuddling by a small fire. They were curled up in a blanket looking up at the stars.

“Wanna head in?” He asks her.

“Yeah, that bed looks really comfortable.”

“It is.”

They hold hands as they walk inside. They both sit down on the bed and start kissing. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d be spending the night together, but Harry hoped it would be the first time she’d let him travel a little farther south. She had gotten used to him feeling her breasts, she liked the way he would knead them and tweak her nipples. She even made it through him sucking on them, but that took a bit for her to work up to.

His tongue was in her mouth and she couldn’t help but moan into him. She tugs at the hem of his shirt, and he breaks the kiss to get it off.

“Yours too?” He asks, just to make sure.

“Mhm.” She smiles and takes her shirt off. Her bra was cute, a lacey black number.

“This is so cute, baby.” He pouts. “Did you buy it for me?”

“I saw it while I was shopping for that bathing suit you can’t wait for me to wear.” She giggles.

“Is it part of, um, a matching set?”

“It is.” She giggles again. “Would you like to see?”

“God, yes.”

She stands up and undoes her pants. She lets them drop to the floor. His eyes gaze at her cheeky, lace, black underwear. She turns around in a circle so he can catch the curve of her bum. She looks down at him, and straddles his lap.

“What do you think?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

She cups his jaw and kisses him. She rolls her hips down on him and he groans against her.

“Will you let me make you feel good tonight?”

She blushes and bites her bottom lip harshly to stifle her giggle. She would not ruin the moment tonight. She takes a deep breath and nods her head yes. He lifts her up and lays her on the bed. He hovers over her and kisses on her neck, and down to the plushy parts of her breasts that were spilling out of the top of her bra. He’d get it off her later, he had more important things to do. He kisses down her stomach, and he can feel her tense up underneath him. He looks up at her, and she sends him a smile. He was surprised at how well she was doing.  He thought too soon, though, because when he started to kiss on one of her hips, a giggle broke out.

“Sensitive spot, keep going.” She smiles.

“So, I can take these off?”

“Mhm.” Her cheeks were even more red now. He felt terrible that he was doing this to her, but at the same time it was nice to know how much of an effect he had.

He hooks his fingers into her panties and drags them down her legs, tossing them aside. Her knees close quickly, and he looks at her.

“Babe.”

“Sorry.” She takes a deep breath. “You sure you want to? I could just bl-“

“Nope, sorry, tonight’s about you. Wanna show you how much I love you, Y/N.”

She starts giggling, but is able to control it as she opens her legs for him. She wanted this just as much, she just needed to calm down.

“Wanna suck on my fingers so they’re nice and wet for you?”

She nods and opens her mouth for him. She licks and sucks around his middle and index fingers. She smirked at him as she did it, and he just looked at her adoringly. He loved his baby girl so much. He retracts his fingers from her mouth and gently slides them up and down her slit. He rubs them around her folds, and instead of a laugh or a giggle like he was expecting, she lets out soft moans and whimpers. He uses his thumbs to spread her apart further so he can properly see her clit. He rubs circles into it and watches her face. Her mouth was open and her head was rolled back into the pillow.

He adjusts himself so he’s laying on his stomach before her. His fingers play around her center as he leans in. Just as he gets his tongue on her, she bursts out laughing. He looks up at her and sees her looking down at him.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t know you were going to do that.” She giggles.

“What did you think I was doing down here?” He chuckles.

“I don’t know, I thought you were just going to finger me or something!” She laughs, tears in her eyes now. “I’m fine, I’m fine, go ahead.”

He smiles and shakes his head. He tries to flick his tongue on her clit, but she bursts out laughing again. Harry never got annoyed with her, but right now he just wished she could clam down.

“Just ignore me.” She says. “I’ll be able to get a grip, I’m sure of it.”

Harry takes a deep breath and tries to lick her through her giggles, she even bites down on her forearm to try to stifle her stupid laughter. She found herself having a full on fit, and she bursts into tears. Harry sits up to look at her. Now he really felt terrible.

“Hey.” He reaches to wipe her tears away. “It’s alright, we don’t have to do this tonight.”

“But I want you so bad! This is so frustrating, I bet it would feel really good.” She sniffles.

“You weren’t nervous when you thought I was just going to finger you. Maybe I could try that first to relax you, and then try my tongue again.”

“What’s the use? I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to dump me for some girl you could easily do these things with.” She pouts and wipes her eyes.

“Baby, don’t say stuff like that. I love you, I meant it when I said it. You’re worth it, you’re more than worth it. I can’t even think about wanting to be with anyone else.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” He kisses her lips and she pulls him close to her.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. Let’s just have fun, yeah? This is supposed to be a good time. No pressure.”

“I really do want you to fuck me.”

“I have to prep you first, babe.” He kisses on her neck as his hand drags back now between her thighs. He slowly works his middle finger inside her. “How’s that?” He could tell she was doing better from the way she was sinking into the bed.

“Good.”

He works another finger into her and curls them up as he pumps them in and out. Her head rolls back again as he sucks on one of her nipples. He keeps her distracted with his skilled fingers as he kisses down her body again. He carefully wraps his mouth around her clit and sucks. Before she can really laugh or giggle, her throat gets caught in a moan. She pushes herself up on her elbows to look at him better. She was amazed by him, and what he was doing felt so good.

“Fuck, Harry!”

His eyes snap up to hers. She never really used words when they would do things like this. She’d moan and whimper, but she’s never said his name like that before. Harry loved talking dirty, but he kept it to a minimum because he just figured it would make her too nervous, and then she’d feel bad for giggling. He smirks at her as he laps around at her clit, his fingers still working wonders inside her.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make come, ugh!” She throws her head back and grinds her hips up towards him.

He found himself pressing his lower half into the mattress. He had never seen her like this, and it was doing something to him. She moans his name loudly as she comes to her release, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. He crawls back up her body so he’s hovering over her face.

“You did so well.” He kisses her. “I’m so proud of you.”

“It felt so good.” She kisses him and wraps her arms around his neck. “Please, fuck me, Harry.”

They had already discussed birth control and everything, and he trusted that she took her pill every day, so there was really no need for a condom. He could always pull out if she wanted him to. He lines himself up with her, and slowly starts to push inside. Her nails dig into his shoulders as he continues to go in inch by inch.

“Goddammit, you’re so tight.” He groans. She bites her bottom lip and tries to breathe. “You feel so fucking good.” He says into her ear as he starts to move.

“I’m…I’m…” She starts giggling. “I’m so wet.” She bursts into laughter and so does he. He rocks in and out of her as they both laugh. “Sorry, I was trying to say something sexy, but…”

“It was plenty sexy.” He kisses on her neck. “And you are really wet.” He nibbles on her earlobe and she grits her teeth.

He was really stretching her out and it felt amazing. She wraps her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his ass. He kneads one of her breasts and it causes her to moan out again. Everything felt sensitive, she couldn’t take it anymore. His tip was hitting her g-spot in the most perfect way. She does something that surprises him. One of her hands slides up, and gently grips his throat. Her eyes were screwed shut, and he could tell from the way she was tightening around his dick that she was close.

“Oh, fuck!” She cries out as she comes around his cock. Her grips on his throat tightens as she rides it out.

His eyes roll into the back of his head, and he pulls out quickly to come on her stomach. He tries to catch his breath, but her hand is still on him. She was too busy looking at the come on her belly to notice.

“Babe.” He says weakly, and puts his hand over hers.

“Oh!” She giggles. “Sorry.” She lets go of him.

“No, that’s okay.” He leans in and kisses her cheek. “Let me get something to clean you up, be right back.”

She lays there waiting for him, and he comes back swiftly with a towel to clean her up. He tosses it to the floor and hops back on to the bed. He pulls her close to him, covering face with kisses. It makes her giggle, but not in a nervous way. It was genuine. She rolls onto her side and props herself up on her elbow.

“How do you feel?” He asks, rubbing at her side.

“Really good, that was fun.” She smiles. “Sorry if my giggles got in the way.”

“You don’t need to keep apologizing, I like laughing with you. You’re contagious.”

“But…doesn’t it take away from the passion?”

“Not really.” He shrugs. “Sex doesn’t need to be so serious, it’s fun, people should laugh more when they fuck.” He yanks her closer to him and buries his face in her chest. She plays with his hair as he nestles in. He plants kisses on her and she loves it. “Can’t get enough of you.” He mumbles and then looks up at her. “M’really happy, Y/N.”

“Me too.” She kisses his forehead and his eyes flutter closed.

She wondered if she’d get a chance to wear her bathing suit and go on the boat as he promised, or if they’d end up staying in the bed the entire weekend. She was spending time with her boyfriend, who loved every inch of her, inside and out, so it didn’t really matter with either way.

[monaownsmyass]

And They Were Roommates

Requested fic by anon (if you have any fic ideas or requests you'd like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: Queen B, (after) Chapter 13

Pairing: Zoey Wade x MC (Bea Hughes)

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G, none

Word count: 3,140

A/N: Zoey and MC have a impromptu sleepover after making up from their fight a few weeks ago. Took shorter than expected cuz I wanted to get it done today so here it is! I think this might be my fav fic of mine so far :)

Tag list: @ineedskyecrandall @kamilahsayeet2063 @avalawrencefl @lovekamilahsayeed @thequeenkamilahsayeed @heygmicheelle (lmk if anyone would like to be included or removed in my next fics.)

"Have you gotten the chips yet?"

"Yeah, do you have the chocolate?"

"First thing I grabbed!"

Zoey wrapped her arms around my waist from the back and rested her chin on my shoulder. Together we peered into our shopping cart, almost overflowing with snacks. Underneath was our weekly grocery but it was entirely hidden.

"Babe, this is a ridiculous amount junk food," Zoey laughs.

"I mean, it's not like we're gonna finish it in one night. We could always keep it for some other time or even throw a party or something," I protested with a smile.

"This is basically an invitation for diabetes and an aneurysm."

"I don't see you making any effort to put some back though," I challenged.

She just laughs and lets go of me as we continued making our way down the aisle.

It was past sundown and we came to the grocery store with the only intention of stocking up our fridge with groceries. However, on the way, Zoey suggested we have a 'sleepover night' since we made up even though we live together and it's been weeks since the fallout. I'm not complaining though, I thought it'd be really fun especially if it means spending more time her.

And of course I suggested on getting some snacks 'cuz what's a sleepover without 'em? But we may have went a little overboard.

We headed towards the checkout and unloaded all the items onto the conveyor belt. My phone kept going off so I pulled it out to check it. Poppy was spamming my notifications again. The bitch just won’t leave me alone.

I scrolled through the 52 messages and rolled my eyes. I turned my phone on silent then looked back to Zoey who was already paying. I helped her place all the foodstuff back into the cart. Before leaving, I caught Zoey place the tips of her outstretched fingers to her chin and then bring it forward in the direction of the cashier. The cashier returned the gesture.

Wait, did Zoey know sign language?

As we made our way out of the grocery store, I turned to Zoey. "Were you communicating in sign language to the cashier?"

"Yeah, they had hearing impairment. You know ASL too?"

I shook my head. "I mean, I only know the basics like 'yes' and 'no'. I didn't know you knew sign language."

I loved finding out new things about her. It was a pleasant surprise every time.

Zoey let out a small chuckle. "You still have lots to learn about me, babe." She gave me a mischievous look. "Which is exactly why this sleepover is vital!"

I laughed at her as we reached our car and transferred the grocery bags once again. We drove back to campus, blasting music and jamming out to it on the way. I looked over to see her singing her heart out and making exaggerated facial features while bouncing up and down. Moments like these with Zoey made me so glad I was dating my best friend. I smiled at her and joined in.

When we arrived, Zoey and I piled the groceries onto our arms, refusing to make a second trip to the car and back.

We almost made it to our dorm room when Zoey stopped dead in her tracks. I bumped into her, causing me to almost loose my balance and drop everything I was carrying. Fortunately, I managed to prevent myself from falling.

"What the hell, Zo?"

"It's here!"

"What's here?"

She was looking down so I tried to peak over her shoulder to see what she was staring at. Being taller than me, it was no use.

Finally, she stepped aside to unlock the door and I saw what she was talking about. It was a package right at our doorstep.

"What's that?"

"You'll see." She entered and placed all the food on the kitchen counter before going out to retrieve the box.

I put the bags I were carrying beside hers and followed her to the dining table where she took a knife to cut open the tape sealing the box.

"Voilà!" she exclaimed and flip the lids open in a flourish.

The object inside was still wrapped up in plastic but I could make out some fabric through the clear wrapping.

"Here, this is for you! Catch!" She tossed me a plastic bag with the fabric in it and took one for herself.

I held it up and finally figured out what it was.

"Zoey Wade, you did not!"

"But yes! I did!"

I ripped open the plastic the same time she did and we unfolded the material to show it off to the other.

"You got us matching onesies?!"

She nodded enthusiastically with the biggest, cutest grin ever.

"I got us penguins 'cuz I remember you saying you like them. Also, they're so cute! Just like us!" she said with a laugh.

I didn't even bother with a reply, I was too excited. I pulled her by the face into a kiss. Her soft lips met mine, kissing me back. It was brief but if I wasn't already giddy with excitement, I definitely was now. "Thank you, Zo!"

We quickly changed into our respective onesies and modelled for the other.

"Aww, you're the cutest penguin ever," Zoey spoke in a soft and gentle voice that made me blush.

"No, you are!" I rushed to her to embrace her in a hug. "You're so soft," I giggled into her shoulder.

"Now we know our cuddle game is gonna be strong later," she laughed along with me. "Come, we have to set up the pillow fort."

I nodded but refused to let go off her. Human Zoey was a fantastic hugger but Penguin Zoey only made it better.

"Maybe I should've gotten you a monkey onesie instead," she teased and turned her head to kiss my temple. Then, she gently pried me away. "I promise we'll continue this later."

I finally let go and we got to work, building our pillow fort in the middle of the living room. It took us longer than we'd like to admit to set up the blanket as the tent. Whenever we'd secure one side, the other would come undone. It only made us crack up harder the more often it happened.

"Okay, okay, I got this side, you go grab the other!"

I rushed to the other side and made sure it would stay in place. We cautiously let go of the blanket and backed away. To our surprise, it didn't fall.

"Yes!"

We tossed a bunch of pillows into the blanket fort and hung fairy lights all over, including inside. We switched off the main lights a took a step back to admire our handiwork. We snaked an arm around each other to side hug.

"Good job, babe," Zoey smiled, squeezing me into her.

"You too, beautiful." I gave her a peck on the cheek in reply.

"Alright, time to call for pizza now!"

"Can you do it on your phone? Poppy has been blowing up mine so I'm avoiding it at all cost."

Her eyes widen. "Still? It's been so long!"

"I know," I sighed. "I'll probably block her tomorrow or something. Tonight, it's all about you and me."

"You got that right," Zoey murmured and gave me a small kiss on the lips.

She grabs her phone and dials up the pizza place. Once she was done, she went into her room and came out holding a folded picnic blanket.

"C'mon," she said and stretched out her other hand for me to hold.

I accepted her warm hand in mine instinctively, loving the way it fits perfectly. "Where are we going? What's up with the mat?"

"The delivery guy said he couldn't come up to the dorm to deliver it. The best he can do is meet us at the courtyard. So I thought we could maybe stargaze while we wait."

My heart skipped and my breath hitched. Stargazing with Zoey? How could I say no? Who in their right mind would say no?

“In our onesies?”

“Only if you want to.”

"Of course I want to!" I blurted and immediately dragged her out the door with her chuckling at me.

At the courtyard, Zoey spread open the picnic blanket and laid it on the ground. She sat on it and reached up to grab my hand, pulling me down to sit beside her. We laid down on our backs and looked up at the sky. It was clear and the stars seemed to twinkle extra bright tonight.

Zoey's hand moved around in search of mine and interlaced our fingers together when she found it. I gave it a squeeze and smiled into the night, never felt so contented before. Just two people in penguin onesies under the night sky, holding hands.

"Do you recognise any constellations?" I asked her.

"I can't say I do, are you some kind of astronomy expert that I didn't know?"

I laughed. "No, but my dad used to point some out to me when I was a kid. He'd take me outside and we'd just sit and watch the stars."

I glanced at her and saw a small smile play on her lips. That in turn made me smile. I was sharing a meaningful, nostalgic moment with her and that sent a thrill through me. I couldn't express how grateful I was that I could share this with her.

"Tell me about them." She looked at me and then back at the starry sky.

"That one is the Ursa Major, or the Great Bear," I said softly, just loud enough for her to hear. I pointed to the sky and traced the stars with my finger. She moved in closer to me to see where I traced.

"And that’s the Big Dipper. It consists of the seven brightest stars of the Ursa Major." I continued to move my finger in the air.

It was really cute that her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she was listening but the she squinted. "That doesn't look like a bear."

I laughed again and said, "Almost every constellation doesn't look like their names, darling. You should see Corvus."

"That's a little weird."

"Why don't you go ahead and name one then," I insisted.

"Okay," she replied and pointed to the brightest star in the sky I could see. "I'm calling that Bea Hughes."

I started giggling and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach flutter furiously.

"Then that one should be called Zoey Wade." I indicated to the star that was directly beside the one she chose.

She grinned at me and I squeezed her hand once more. "Perfect."

She rolled into her side and I followed suit. Facing each other, we stared at the other for a while with our hands still interlocked. I brought my other hand up to brush the stray strands that fell in her face. I rested my hand against her cheek and gently stroked her smooth skin. She closed her eyes.

I looked at her in unabashed adoration. It wasn't the first time I was blown away by her and I was certain it wouldn't be the last time. My eyes trailed over the features of her face. She was perfection.

She opened her eyes and I gasped as a wave of emotion flooded me. My heart was beating a million miles an hour as realisation dawn on me when I gazed into her brilliant eyes.

I loved Zoey Wade.

I loved the way she tossed her head back when she laughed. I loved how her eyes lit up when she was talking about something she was passionate about. I loved the way she looked at me. I loved that she remembers the smallest things about me even when I don't recall mentioning it to her myself. I loved getting to know new things about her. I loved the way she brightens my day just by seeing her

I was in love with her.

I reacted the only way I knew how to; I pulled her into me to hug her and immediately buried my face in her neck.

"I adore you, Zo." I kissed the skin where her neck and shoulder meets.

"I adore you too."

We stayed like that in comfortable silence until we heard someone shout 'oh my god!' and footsteps coming closer.

I felt her turn her head to the source and sigh. Me with my face still in her neck whispered, "Is that the demon I hear?"

"Unfortunately."

Poppy stopped right over us and crossed her arms. I looked straight up at her and Zoey shifted to look at her too.

"This is why you've been ignoring me?!" she practically screeched. "You've been ignoring me to lie around in the middle of the lawn in stupid animal suits? With her?"

"Why? Jealous?"

She scoffed. "As if, Farmsville!"

"Shoo shoo, we're in the middle of something," Zoey said unamused while waving her hand at Poppy.

Poppy started shouting at us but we weren't paying attention any longer.

"Ughh! Fine! You will regret this!" she huffed and finally stomped away.

"Oh, just in time," I said as I saw the pizza delivery person.

We paid for our pizza and headed back up to our dorm.

Once we stepped passed the door, I heard Zoey's phone buzz and then laugh.

"What's up?"

"Check your phone."

Still on silent, I whipped out my phone and saw the notifications. My eyes widen when I saw both Zoey and I's ranking on The T increase. I scrolled through the feed and saw a picture of us from just now at the courtyard, cuddling.

"Poppy thought she could submit this and ruin us!" Zoey said between giggles. "Obviously it backfired 'cuz now everyone at Belvoire thinks we're the cutest couple on campus."

I went through the comments.

'Omg, they're so cute!' 'I didn't know they were together but they look good.' 'They're perfect for each other!' 'And they were roommates...'

I snorted and glanced over at Zoey who looked beyond ecstatic. "Suck it, Poppy!"

I laughed at her and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Y'know, we do make a pretty cute couple."

"Only 'pretty cute'?" Zoey teased and returned my hug. "We're fricken' adorable!"

I brought her in for a kiss and she grabbed onto me a little tighter. One hand was on the back of my neck and the other went around my waist, gripping it. The way she kissed me was electric. Surges of energy ran through my veins, making me come alive. The passion and yearning poured into the kiss made me breathless. Being in love with her only amplified the feeling.

Zoey broke the kiss, panting but mostly laughing.

"Sorry, babe," she said, trying to catch her breath. "I just remembered we're both in penguin onesies."

I broke into a fit of giggles. God, I loved this girl.

"Damn right we are," I confirmed, beaming. "Must look pretty ridiculous but it's sure as hell comfy."

Zoey grinned back at me and grabbed my hand to lead me into the pillow fort. We took the pizza with us along with a bottle of wine.

"Cheers!" We clinked glasses and took a swig after she poured some out.

Even though we had a TV in the living room, Zoey brought out her laptop 'cuz our pillow fort was blocking it. She set it up and started playing 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'.

I turned to Zoey. "How did you know this was my favourite classic?"

"Who doesn't love a good Hepburn movie once in a while?"

We dug into the pizza while enjoying our wine. After we were done, we got into a comfortable position. She laid back, propping her head up using the pillows as I laid my head on her chest, arms wrapped around each other as well as our legs. Some of the snacks we got earlier surrounded us for easy access. She was right, cuddling with the onesies was on a whole other level.

"Can we just stay like this, forever?"

"I'd love to but I think we have other obligations," she joked.

"Can we at least do this every weekend then? Penguin onesies, pillow forts and all?"

"Sounds good to me."

The movie continued and eventually, Holly Golightly started singing 'Moon River'. I heard Zoey singing along softly.

'Moon river, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style someday.'

I gazed up at her and she looked back at me, still singing.

'Oh dream maker, you heartbreaker, Wherever you're going, I'm going your way.'

Mesmerised by the beautiful sound of her voice, I just stared at her in wonderment while she sang the rest of the song.

"You're unreal," I spoke in amazement when she was done.

She giggled and kissed my forehead. "That's you, darling."

I laid her head back onto her chest and listened to the gentle thump in her chest as the movie carried on. A while later, I looked up to peer at Zoey only to find her eyes closed.

She must have fallen asleep. Thinking back to my recent revelation when we were stargazing, I started speaking quietly, just above a whisper. I couldn't hold it in.

"You probably can't hear me, but I have to get something off of my chest," I said. "Kinda funny that were in penguin onesies. 'Cuz penguins mate for life. Not that I'm saying we'll be together for the rest of our lives even though I really hope we do."

I exhaled slowly and continued, "What I mean is that, after the whole situation at the Zeta's, I thought I lost you for good. I can't tell you how lucky I am that you're giving me a second chance. We're in this together and I mean it. I'll always be by your side no matter what."

I closed me eyes. She may not hear this part in person but I hope she hears it in her dreams. "What I'm trying to say... what I'm saying is that, I love you, Zo."

Instantly, I could hear her heart begin to pound rapidly. My eyes shot open as butterflies invaded my stomach. Did she hear me?

I felt her hand that was resting my my thigh twitch. I look down to see the barest movement of her fingers. Her ring and middle finger down while the rest were stretched out.

My own heart started racing in recognition. One of the only signs I knew.

I love you.

I squeezed her, hugging her tighter to let her know I saw it. I felt her tighten her hold on me in response.

We drifted off to sleep in each other's embrace with me being lulled by her heartbeat, knowing that my love loved me back.

(More fics!)

[wheres-everyone-going-bingo]

Can I just have a movie night or a picnic with a few of the egos (any ones you want to write about) and just fluff and a large group cuddling session? :3 they don’t have to be in any relationships this is just whore hours where I’m a whore for affection and cuddling.

Movie Night

Pairing: Bing/Google/Wilford x Male Reader

Warnings: none

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The room was dark, the only light source was from the static on the television. Our movie night was supposed to start an hour ago but no one could decide on a movie to watch. A crash startled me out of my thoughts, turning to see Bing and Google rolling around on the floor, obviously fighting again. Wilford stood to the side, enjoying the show. Sighing I stood up, walking over to the two androids fighting. I pulled them to their feet, holding them an arms width apart

“Bing. Google. Why are you fighting?” I scolded them while they scowled at each other

“Bing was the one who initiated this physical confrontation” Google blamed Bing in his usual monotone voice.

“Hey! You’re the one who was trying to give me bad vibes” Bing exclaimed, defending his case. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“I don’t care who started it, you’re both as bad as each other” I turned to Wilford “Have we decided on a movie yet?”

“Uh well you see, Bing wants to watch Predator, Google wants to watch The thing, and I want to watch-” Wilford was cut off by Google

“We presume that Wilford will want to be entertained by the children’s show SpongeBob” Wilford looked offended at this

“First of all, there’s nothing wrong with SpongeBob SquarePants, and secondly, I wanted to watch Saw thank you very much” Wilford retorted, pulling out his dvd copy of the movie.

“Well as rad as that is Wilford dude, we need to decide what order to watch these movies in” Bing advised, as everyone looked towards me, dubbing me the decision maker.

“Hey why do I have to decide?” I questioned, looking at each of the egos.

“Cause you’re the best looking” Wilford replied, the words leaving his mouth before he thought about them, as per usual

“I’m not disagreeing with Wilford’s statement, as it is factually correct, however you did not decide a movie to watch so that would make you unbiased” Google added, as Bing nodded, finally being able to agree on something. I eyed them, wondering why they were just skipping over the fact that they called me attractive

“Hey, I like all of the movies equally” I informed them, raising my hands up in defense.

“Fine then how do we decide” Wilford pondered, scratching his chin with his gun.

“I know dudes, how ‘bout whoever flusters Y/N the most gets their movie first” Bing suggested, before I could protest, Wilford was already in my face.

“Can you help me add “has an awesome gag reflex” to my resume?” Wilford asked, not batting an eye at the comment he just made, while I let out a small squeak of surprise. “Are you a drill sergeant? Because you have my privates standing at attention” He continued, his style obviously being the innuendo type of pick up line. I couldn’t respond to him, hardly having time to think of a reply before I felt Bing wrap his arm around my waist.

“I lost my keys… Can I check your pants?” Bing had a huge grin on his face, watching my face heat up. “Do you have a shovel? Because I’m digging that ass.” I felt Bing’s hand slap my ass, making me yelp in surprise. I looked at him wide eyed, not expecting my ass to be slapped today. Bing just gave me two finger guns as a response, while he harboured a shit eating smirk on his face. He walked away from my line of view, seeing Google take up his place.

“One of my main functions is to define words, here the definition for breathtaking; you” He stated, not putting any expression in his voice. Google thought to himself, feeling challenged by the fact that the other egos had used dirty pick up lines. “If my right leg is the cell wall and my left the membrane, do you want to be the cytoplasm?” Google said, a small smile tugging at his lips. I blinked furiously, trying to figure out how to respond to any of these pick up lines.

“I-I” I fumbled over my words, my mind getting fried by the various pick up lines getting thrown at me.

“So who flustered you more?” Wilford asked, clapping his hands together.

“I-I was, I-” I couldn’t form a coherent thought.

“Well reading his heart signs, Bing flustered him the most because of the ass slap. I am in second place and Wilford is last” Google concluded, picking up Bing’s copy of Predator 1987.

While the movie played, we sat on the couch, my heart finally being able to slow to a normal beat. The room was silent besides the movie and the quiet chewing of popcorn. I started to rub my arms, trying to warm myself up as the room grew cold with the night.

“Here have this” I heard Google speak as something soft fell into my lap, I looked down to see a large blanket being laid onto me.

“Thank you” I smiled at him as he tucked me in, he started to walk back to his place on the couch, before I grabbed his wrist. He hummed in question as I held onto his wrist. I lifted up the side of the blanket, patting the seat next me. Google nodded, understanding what I meant, he settled under the blanket next to me.

“Hey!” I heard Wilford shout from his place on the floor. “Are you just going to leave me out of that?” He asked, jumping up and onto the couch. Wilford picked up the other side of the blanket, sliding in next to me. I rested my arms on the shoulders of the two men next to me. There was a rhythm of footsteps as I looked over to Bing who had stood up and was making his way over to us. Upon seeing that there was no free seat next to me, he settled down in my lap. My chin resting on the top of his head.

The body warmth and fluffy blanket fought off the bitter cold of the large mansion. I could hear Wilford snoring next to me, snuggled into my side. I’m pretty sure that Bing had turned himself off a while ago, so that left Google and I as the only ones awake.

“You can go to sleep you know” I heard him whisper, I carefully turned to face him

“Why would I?” I questioned, blinking at him

“You don’t have to stay awake for me, I’ll shut off when you go to sleep”

“So I don’t have to stay awake for you, but you have to stay awake for me?”

“I guess. Go to sleep, I can tell that you’re sleepy” He laughed, I nodded, closing my eyes, allowing myself to go to sleep. I slept with a smile on my face, content where I was.

[duallygirl178]

Dearest O'Malley chapter 19

Chapter 19

That afternoon while Gonzo, Robin and I were making homemade ginger rose chewy candy for Sweetie-Pie and her two friends. I went back in time of my memory. My mother would make rose ginger chewy candy for also whenever I had girlfriends over and sometimes I didn’t know what to give her to show her how much I loved her. Well today, I was making something sweet. Gonzo and Robin were helping me by picking roses off the rose bush while I added in the ingredients to an electric crock pot. I thought about my romantic night from last night as I stirred the pot. I thought how great it was and then some. I romantically drifted way off thinking about Sweetie-Pie. I trailed off with a song called “why” by Frankie Avalon. Her smile gave me bubbles again and while I was thinking about her, I could almost hear her calling my name. right away I snapped out of it the second time my name was called. It was sudden that someone said; “Hey!” I came out of my thoughts and said; “Huh? What? Did someone  say something?” it appeared to be Robin who was calling my name. I wasn’t paying attention. Robin gave me a smirk and said; “Oh never mind. You’re lost in your own thoughts with Sweetie-Pie.” Gonzo was looking at me with dopey eyes. He smiled and said; “you know what I think?” I gave Gonzo a clueless look and said; “What?” Gonzo right away said; “I think it’s time to turn off the crock-pot. You‘ve been stirring it for 30 minutes.” I looked at the stuff in the electric pot quickly turned it off, and said; “I guess I was thinking about Sweetie-Pie. I really love her and don’t know how I feel about her.” I set the  wooden spoon down and expected a response  as Gonzo added the next ingredient into the crock-pot to let it simmer. He tasted it and said; “have you told her how she makes you feel young and googly? Tell her she makes you feel like the Fat Albert Character; Mush-Mouth…I’m talking about speechless and trying to communicate. Try making her laugh by doing impressions of something.” I giggled and said; “How does she make me feel like Mush-mouth? What? I haven‘t seen Fat Albert in 20 years. I don‘t know what he sounds like.” Robin demonstrated for me and impersonated a perfect Mush-mouth without laughing. I chuckled and Robin said; “first, you get all loose but be honest. You don’t want to say the wrong things. Tell Sweetie-Pie that she makes you happy.”  I rolled my eyes with a smile and said; “You guys are ridiculous. You’re going to make me look stupid.” Gonzo  sighed and said; “well, how would you handle it?” I took a minute to think. It took me a while to come to the right answer and I said; “I ‘d surprise her with her favorite things like red roses and picnics in the park.”

Earlier I remembered something that Sweetie-Pie told me.  In two weeks, it will be her 52 birthday. I had to make her  something special for her birthday. She told me she wanted to have a picnic at the park at Brookside. As Robin Gonzo and I were making the chew candy into squares, I set aside 8 candies for Sweetie-Pie. Then I thought about what would be good to drink since it will be a nice warm sunny day that week. Robin took the empty crock-pot and the rest of the stuff we were using inside to be washed. When he got back, I asked him; “If you were celebrating your sweetheart’s birthday, what would you bring? What drink would you carry if she wanted  to have a picnic?” Robin tilted his eyes, thought a moment, squinted and said; “Oh…something  deep dish and rich in flavor. Like a deep-dish pizza and apple cider…or maybe an appetizer of cheddar cheese and rice crackers with white wine.” Gonzo was chewing a piece of breath gum and popping it in his mouth. He looked at me and said; “You know what I’d take for my sweetie if it was her birthday in the park?” It’s as if Gonzo was listening to the conversation. I pondered and said; “What?” Gonzo took a deep breath and said; “I’d take hot club sandwiches and red wine.” Robin disagreed and said; “No, no. club sandwiches will never do. It has to be a three course meal. I’d advise taking a salad, breadsticks, and beef brisket with champagne with strawberry cheesecake.” I snickered, closed my eyes, and shook my head as if to say ‘ oh boy, you guys’. I cut in while Robin and Gonzo argued. I had my own  idea in store. I sighed and said; “guys, guys. I have a plan on what to take for the picnic. I’ll surprise her.” I remembered Sweetie-Pie telling me her favorite foods were; Mexican rice, soft taco tortillas horchata and banana cream pie. Robin looked at me, smiled and said; “oh yeah, what do you  propose you would take on a picnic?” smiling,  I gently tapped Robin’s Chevy logo and said; “Sweetie-Pie  loves Mexican food. I had an idea where I could take her Mexican rice, soft tortilla tacos, horchata and banana crème pie.” Robin and Gonzo looked at me and looked at each other. They started muttering back and forth in agreement. Robin smiled and said; “you think she’ll like it?” I winked at Robin and said; “Oh yeah. She would love me forever.”

The day before Sweetie-Pie’s birthday, I cooked everything that I planned that I was going to cook. Natalie helped me  while I  read a recipe book and even helped me get a banana crème pie from the store that evening.  The next day, it was Sweetie-Pie’s birthday and everything was all set. Sweetie-Pie came over, gave me a kiss, and told me she brought over a picnic basket in case I didn’t have one. As I was putting food in Tupperware, Natalie slipped in a bouquet of roses in the basket. She secretly bought them while we were at the store. I almost forgot and luckily I was glad Natalie remembered. I put the chewy candy inside the basket.  And Sweetie-Pie and I got going. We looked for a spot in the grass that would be nice. Then, Sweetie-Pie and I had a seat under a tree which was shady. Sweetie-Pie set out the blanket while I placed out our meal. I started with the flowers to give to her. When she made eye contact with me as I smiled and said; “for you, my sweetheart.” she joyfully gasped and said; “oh these are beautiful. Thank you, O’Malley” she delightfully  took them, smelled them and gave me a kiss. She really loved  them. As we set out the food, Sweetie-Pie’s reaction  got bigger and bigger with joy. Finally, as we got the food served to the both of us, I poured us each some horchata and said; “Happy birthday darling.” Sweetie-Pie smiled and said; “thank you, honey.  You thought if everything. You never quit to amaze me.”  I chuckled liking  the comment. Read her a poem I made up and in a few seconds, we started eating. Sweetie-Pie told me, she loved the food I prepared and everything was perfect. About 20 minutes later, we shared the ginger rose chewy candy together. It was a really nice warm day and boy was I glad I planned a perfect picnic as Sweetie-Pie was enjoying the candy, she looked at me and said; “Wow, these taste as good as I expected. What did you do? Roll them  in powdered sugar?” I giggled and said “That’s exactly what I did.”  Sweetie-Pie gave me a kiss and said; “Very good. After lunch, we should go for a drive around the pond and give some corn to the ducks.” I smiled back and said; “That’s a good idea.”

After we finished the candy, we strolled around the pond and fed corn to the ducks for an hour. Next we packed up and we drove to Sweetie-Pie’s house. It was already evening around six o’clock. We realized we spent four hours on the clock at the park. I had a great time. While I was there, we got a movie set up on her TV to watch. We  planned to watch a 1960s movie that she was a fan of. Sweetie-Pie made a bowl of popcorn and once it was done, we had a seat and played the movie. I didn’t know it was “American Graffiti”  and strangely, I remembered watching it a lot, many years ago. It too was another favorite movie of mine. During the movie, we played around by having a popcorn fight, and laughed because it was fun. After the movie, we cuddled up and didn’t know we fell asleep for a while. We woke up 20 minutes later and talked. I was telling her that Fat Albert and The Cosby Kids  was  my favorite show as a kid. I asked her if she wanted to hear an impression of the character; “Dumb Donald” she told me she did. So I started to do it, but messed up. She laughed and told me it was almost good. I told her she makes me feel warm and I told her she was special because she meant a lot to me. She liked that and she gave me a kiss.

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Remus Lupin Fluffy Alphabet

Since I started writing about Remus, a lot of headcanons have emerged. What he’s like as a person, what his interests are, what he’s like as a boyfriend/husband....so I decided to write them! I may do the NSFW alphabet someday - but for now enjoy some Remus Lupin goodness! 

p.s - The guy in the gif is Shaun Evans. I didn’t come up with this fancast - I saw someone post about it and I hopped on the bandwagon!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?) Remus loves to see you happy, so that moment just before you smile when your eyes crinkle and your mouth twitches just before you grin - that is what he finds attractive. Physically that is.  He’s also attracted to a kind soul, a person with a wicked sense of humour, but most of all - someone he thinks is out of his reach.  You’re attracted to Remus’ wit. People seem to forget that, though he may be slightly more reserved than James and Sirius, he’s still a marauder through and through. He’s normally very articulate but in the moment, he’ll blurt out a joke or a sexual innuendo under his breath. Why, you have no idea, you love his sense of humour. You wish more people appreciated it. 

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He wants a family, but there’s so many reasons why he can’t. The constant fear of passing on his condition to his child, burdening both you and the baby. As well, even if his offspring wasn’t cursed like him, they’d be tarred with the same brush because their father was.  It’s not just the curse - Remus’ low self esteem has him doomed to think that he doesn’t deserve a family, that no child should have the misfortune of sharing his DNA. He thinks his desires to have a child, to have your child are selfish. So babies don’t happen right away.  They happen during the second wizarding war, when the two of you are a little older and you’ve managed to convince him that any baby would be lucky to have Remus as their father - because it’s absolutely true.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Cuddles with Remus are wonderful because there’s no set formula. There are days when you’re cooking and he’ll wrap his arms around your waist from behind and rest his chin on the top of your head. Those quick hugs are a lovely surprise and the result of him being unable to simply watch you from a distance...he has to be near you.  His favourites are in the evening, when you’re cuddling on the sofa or in bed. Your head is on his chest, one hand is tracing circles over your stomach, while the other is draped across you, holding your forearm in place. Sometimes his hands will move to play with your hair, or they’ll stay firmly in place - just happy to be near you. 

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

He wants to give you the best, but because of his condition - he can’t really afford what he thinks is the best. Fortunately for you, you just enjoy spending time with him. Sometimes he’ll cook for the two of you and you’ll enjoy a candle lit dinner with the radio playing softly in the background. You’ll talk and laugh about your day and be happy to be in each other’s company. 

You like to surprise him with a picnic every now and then. The two of you love food, so you’ll pack everything. You introduced Remus to chocolate spread sandwiches on a picnic - he lists it as one of the best things you’ve ever done:  “I married you Remus, surely that’s more important?” “Were our wedding rings made out of chocolate?”!  *you roll your eyes at him - he’s ridiculous*

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

To describe his love for you, Remus would probably use a quote from one of his favourite novels. But you really are his everything. Before he met you his life was dictated by the moon, there was little else. You taught him that there was more to be happy about and that you should enjoy every bit of life. 

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Remus would never rush into a relationship, he’d have to be friends with the person and care about them deeply first. So he knew that he loved you very early on. It was winter and he was talking to you about happier times in his childhood, how much he enjoyed winter and Christmas. You loved it when he talked about his past, he did it so rarely. The scene was set perfectly, the fire was crackling, the two of you shared a blanket and had a hot chocolate each; you clung to every word as he spoke. 

You’d tease him and gush at how cute Remus must have been as a child. Mid joke, the two of you noticed you had a squirty cream moustache from the hot chocolate. He knew then that this person in front of him, this ridiculous, adorable person was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Definitely. There are a lot of “is this okay” in the relationship from hand holding to sex. He doesn’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, of course. Kisses are slow and teasing and the hugs are warm and loving. There are times that Remus is more demanding and things can get a little heated, like when it’s closer to the full moon - or when you remind him that you’re not made out of glass. You like how delicate he is with you, but it isn’t needed all the time. 

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

His hands are a little larger than yours, but really you like it when your fingers interlock. It shows how close you are with one another.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

When he first saw you he was taken in by how wonderful you looked. That wasn’t what drew Remus in of course, when the two of you first spoke he picked up on your sense of humour and that you were an incredibly caring person. 

When you first met Remus, you saw a slightly introverted man that was often overlooked by those who saw his friends first. Let’s be honest, Remus is the George Harrison of the Marauders. He’s brilliant and extremely talented, but you have to be paying attention and willing to look past the obvious to really see it. 

You saw his scars, they intrigued you - but not enough for you to plague him with questions about them. They were his story to tell, when he was ready.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Remus gets jealous every so often, but he’s not very loud about it. He can huff a little, but really if he’s jealous he’ll just watch silently. He’s wondering if he ever deserved you in the first place. Those situations are rare though. In truth he gets jealous of silly things. Once he saw you extremely over affectionate with a cat and he found himself pouting when he saw the love in your eyes for an animal. 

Once he got jealous of an ice cream that you were eating. Yeah, that was an interesting conversation. 

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Remus initiated the first kiss, it seems unlikely - but it’s true. He sees himself as a selfish man. The two of you were alone, and his mind was stuck on the same thought, going over how beautiful you were. Repeatedly. He couldn’t voice it, but the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. Then you said something that showed just how much you cared about him without explicitly saying just how much - and his lips were on yours in a flash. It ended as soon as it had begun, and Remus was stumbling out an apology, rambling on about how you deserved better until you put a finger to his lips - only to remove it and kiss him back. 

After that his kisses are, like I said before, slow. Remus John Lupin is a bit of a tease, not that he knows it. He just wants to enjoy you and he doesn’t think he should rush.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You did. This time he needed confirmation before he could say those very important words. You'd had an awful day and he was doing his very best to make you feel better. He put on your favourite film, cooked a meal that he knew you loved (though he did offer to buy a takeaway first - you refused.) he helps you into your pyjamas, gets out the blankets and the two of you just spend the night doing whatever you want. 

You could talk about what happened, talk about anything other than that...or not talk at all. You’re halfway through the movie, sitting in silence, when it all suddenly makes sense to you. Remus never said that he loved you, but he’d been showing you that he did for such a long time. Your terrible mood was slowly slipping away and you admitted to him right there and then. 

“I love you.” 

He froze for a moment, the patterns he’d been tracing lazily on your arms stood still. He kissed the top of your head and you could feel his smile, 

“I love you too.” 

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

There’s no specific memory to think about really. The two of you enjoy a kind of domestic bliss. Although, when the wizarding war pulls him away from you, and you spend months apart as he’s on a mission to infiltrate the werewolves in an attempt to bring them on side - there are a few memories he enjoys. 

Slow dancing at James and Lily’s wedding and both deciding that one day you want the exact same thing as the Potters. Love, a home, a family - all of it. 

Hearing your laugh as he teased you, making breakfast together, spending mornings in bed....it’s the little things he misses. 

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Remus will spoil you with flowers and chocolates...but it’s not by conventional means. The flowers are ones that he’s picked fresh out of the ground because he can’t really afford to spend the little money he has on flowers (You agree with him of course) - sometimes he’ll steal a few from a garden not too far away and pepper them with lavender and daisies grown in fields to make it look like a perfectly constructed bunch. 

The chocolates are from his own collection, it must be love if he let’s you share. 

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?) 

Yellow. Which seems ridiculous really, but there’s a reason behind it. Once you bought a packet of sunflower seeds and decided you’d both take part in a sunflower race. Who’s flower would grow the tallest? The winner got whatever they wanted (Within reason.) from the other person. 

The two of you never thought of yourselves as competitive people, until the race. From that day on the two of you would boast about your sunflower’s height as if it was your own child. 

Months have passed and the flowers that once bloomed are long since gone but a flash of yellow is all either of you need to be reminded of your other half.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Remus is old fashioned. He calls you love or dear. It just shows how much he enjoys domestic bliss with you. 

He doesn’t need a pet name from you. He loves the way you say his name, and he loves the way you call him moony. You only ever say it in a sing song voice when you’re trying to get his attention (you had it the first time, but he pretend to ignore you just so he can hear you say it.) - but it gives him this sudden warmth and sense of happiness just to hear you.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Slow dance. When the wireless or your record player is bumbling through an old song, you could be doing anything and out of nowhere Remus will pull you into his arms - and you’ll slowly begin to dance around each other. Neither of you are brilliant dancers, but swaying side to side in your living room or kitchen in your pyjamas is possibly the most romantic Remus has ever been. 

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

On a rainy day there isn’t much to do, except read. Remus couldn’t date someone who had an interest in books, even if his tastes didn’t line up with yours. You’d read with the radio humming in the background and eventually you’d swap notes. If you read a brilliant or trashy line, you wouldn’t ask him to stop and listen - you’d just say it out loud. He’d look up from his book and chortle or nod along in agreement. If a character said something ridiculous, he’d tell you about it and you’d launch into a discussion about it. 

Eventually the book would be long forgotten and you’d have gone from talking about how daft it was that Lydia Bennet went off and married so young to how you wouldn’t really mind getting married in weather like this - even if your dress got wet. To which Remus would reply that there are charms to stop that kind of thing. 

“Don’t ruin it, Remus.” 

“I hope it doesn’t rain on our wedding day.” 

“I didn’t realise we were getting married.” 

“Don’t be silly (y/n) of course we are...I-er- if you want that is, some people never get married and there’s nothing wrong with that. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever known a werewolf to marry-”

“Shut up Remus, of course I’ll marry you.”

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

I already talked about what Remus will do to cheer you up, but let’s talk about how Remus would be cheered up. 

It’s 31st October. The day all his friends were taken from him. He doesn’t express his anger outright, but for a few days he’s been quieter than usual, a little more withdrawn. You knew why of course. 

Instead of burying those feelings in the sand, you’re determined to work through his problems. You refuse to forget James, Lily, Sirius and Peter (at the time neither of you knew of Sirius’ innocence and Peter’s guilt.) - so in the evening - you run him a bath. When he finally emerges in his pyjamas, the two of you get into bed and you talk. 

He shares memories of ghosts that linger more than once a year, but on this one day they’re almost real. He talks about happier times, old pranks and the early days in the order. The hurt doesn’t go away completely, but your willingness to listen and the love behind your actions certainly helps.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

I’ve talked about their conversations in other parts of this - but one thing the two of you like to talk about is the muggle world. Who’s the prime minister and whether they’re doing a good job - the best muggle shops to sell clothes...sometimes you’ll take a muggle bus “I spoke to this lovely lady on the bus today, she shared these amazing sweets - Werther’s originals...we’ll have to find a shop that sells them!” 

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?) 

Remus has a secret. He loves to hear you sing. To your knowledge, he’s never heard you. You sing quietly, softly, when no one else is at home. He tries to slip through the door without your knowing, so that he can listen to you hum a few bars. You don’t always sound perfect, but your voice is the most soothing, relaxing sound. After a few moments he makes himself known and you stop abruptly, your song long forgotten.

What helps you relax is a massage courtesy of Remus. A few scented candles and calloused hands moving against your shoulders and neck and your troubles seem to melt away.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?) 

Remus likes to show off with non-verbal, wandless magic. He doesn’t shout about his skills, but he loves his talents. The curse only made him work harder during school and it certainly paid off. You might ask him to show his patronus - and though he might’ve protested with others, he could deny you nothing. A wolf would bound around the room, wordlessly and his wand was nowhere in sight. 

Not everyone knows of Remus’ brilliance, but it’s certainly there.

W = Wedding (When, how?)

It’s a quiet affair. Your dress isn’t glamourous or expensive, it’s white and simple. Remus wore his best suit, but it’s hardly new. You married in a registrar, your bouquet is composed of sunflowers, lavender and daisies (of course) - and you couldn’t afford more than a weekend away to the seaside. Still, it was the best weekend the two of you ever had, it was the first of many that you shared as husband and wife.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Remus’ mother loved the beatles, her favourite song was Something - and that song holds a special place in his heart. He loves Led Zeppelin - his favourite song of theirs being I Can’t Quit you Baby.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

It’s not something Remus has always wanted, in fact he never thought he deserved it. But after seeing James and Lily, Remus knew that with the right person - he’d be more than happy to settle down.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Sirius would hate this but Remus would definitely prefer having a cat. He put up with Padfoot’s Animagus form for so long that a cat would be a nice break. They’re a lot more independent and smaller than most dogs. He’d only have one cat, he couldn’t have too many animals.

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Valentine’s Day Surprise, Part 8

I woke up Thursday morning exhausted; Harry didn’t leave till the early hours of the morning. I went into the bathroom to take a shower; I looked in the mirror and my lips are swollen from earlier. What am I suppose to do? I can’t go out there with swollen lips, people will get suspicious especially if Harry’s is too. I took a shower to see if it would help. When I got out, they aren’t as swollen as before but they aren’t back to normal either; the only way you can tell is if you’re really looking.

I quickly put on my clothes, grabbed my school bag, and headed out the door. I noticed a letter magically taped onto the outside of my door. I took it down and opened it.

Draco,

I’m going to tell you some things that no one or very few people know about me.

1.) My birthday is July 31st.

2.) My parents died when I was a baby and I never met my grandparents because they died before I was born.

3.) Everyone says I have my mothers eyes but i don’t. They are different colors.

4.) When my parents died I had to live with my uncle, aunt, and cousin. I’m on good terms with my cousin but not my aunt and uncle.

5.) I lived in a cubbard under the stairs till I came to Hogwarts. I wasn’t well taken care of. I’m scared of small spaces, it feels like I’m back in the cubbard and i get panic attacks.

6.) I have my own chocolate frog card.

7.) I have a flying motorbike.

8.) I can see thestrals.

9.) My wand is 11- inches made out of phoenix feather and holly.

10.) I want to be an auror; I got a job offer to be one but I’m going to wait till after i graduate Hogwarts. I already done my training over the two years we were out of school.

11.) I have a godson; his parent died in the war.

12.) I used to speak parsletongue.

13.) I died and came back to life the same day.

Love,

Anonymous

Some of this strangely sound like Harry; I think it is Harry. I’m not going to accuse him because i want to be sure it is him first. I don’t want to accuse him and it not be true.

I put the note in my school bag and headed down to breakfast. Harry is sitting by himself at the Slytherin table. I made my way over to him and sat down beside him.

Harry comments, “Since you asked me last night what it would be like to have me as a boyfriend, you got me curious about what it would be like to have you as a boyfriend. So what would it be like?”

“Well, I’d be extremely protective. I would trust you with anything. I don’t want secrets between us. There would be a lot of sarcasm but i figured you already figured that out.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t be Draco without it.”

I smiled, “There would be sneaking around a lot. There would be late night broom rides. I’d probably give you unexpected gifts too. Studying by the lake.”

“Excellent place for distraction.” Harry smirked. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I rolled my eyes, “Hugs from behind, neck kisses, always playing with your hair, holding hands in public.” Harry moves his hand on top of mine in my lap, he gives my hand a gentle squeeze. I can feel my face heating up and i swallowed, “I would get extremely jealous of other people talking to you. We would have lazy Sundays, stolen kisses, secret kisses, and cuddles. You would be my lucky charm at quidditch matches and back rubs after long matches and practices.”

“Would there be bickering?”

“Yes, probably.”

“Would there be notes in class?”

“Yes.”

“Good because i like getting those. Would there be name calling? Would that change?”

“No, that will be name calling.”

“Good because I think I’d miss that loads.”

“M-me too.”

“When we cuddle can i sometimes be the big spoon?”

“Yes.” I swallowed, “We could have midnight dates if you’d like.”

“I would.”

“I’d probably ask you to wear my ring.”

“Really?”

“Yes, i mean when we’re together, i mean if we get together....” I can feel my cheeks redden.

“You’re cute when you blush.” If it were possible, i blushed darker. Harry asks, “Would you like to skip class today?”

“We can’t.”

“We can if we don’t get caught.”

“What would we do?”

“Anything you want.”

“I’m already in enough trouble as it is, I really shouldn’t.”

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

***

By lunch time, I regretted not ditching with Harry. I don’t know why but everybody seems in a foul mood which makes them take it out on me. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if I don’t attend the rest of the day.

I ditched lunch to sit by myself in the library. I had my face buried into my potions book when someone sat down beside me with a sigh. I wish people would leave me alone, they’ve made their point today. I’ve already been laughed at, tripped, trampled, and spells have been thrown at me. I reluctantly looked up from my book and Harry is sitting there looking at me.

I swallowed, “How did you find me?”

“Well, when you didn’t show up for lunch i thought maybe you was in your room but you wasn’t. Then i thought the library; i thought i would find you here reading your potions book for the hundredth time.”

“Why are you here?”

“I wanted to make sure you are alright.” He came to check on me, how sweet.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I blurted, “Does the offer to ditch with you still stand?”

“Yes.” he smiles mischievously, “Would you like to ditch with me?”

I nodded,

He smiles, “I was thinking we could sneak out of the castle to diagon alley.”

“I don’t know, what if someone sees us and tells on us because with my luck that would happen.”

“Alright, what about us sneak up to the roof and hang out there till school is over?”

“Okay.” I agreed.

“We should head that way before lunch is over.”

We managed to get to the roof without anyone spotting us. It feels good out here; the fresh air and cool breeze is exactly what i needed. I looked out into the yard; it seems so peaceful out there but i know better. Although I know I deserve all this ridicule and torment, I wish it’d be over soon. Hopefully, one day it’ll end or at least get better.

I turned around to find part of the roof covered in blankets and pillows. Harry is standing beside the blankets with a picnic basket in his hand. I swallowed, “How...”

“I thought since we both missed lunch we could have a picnic. I put warming charms on the blankets and pillows to keep them warm. And to answer your question, i got Winky to arrange all this.” I couldn’t get my voice to work so i didn’t say anything. He sets down the picnic basket and walked over to me. He takes my hand and leads me over to the pallet. He sets out all the food; he set out meatloaf, mashed potatoes, mac & cheese, and biscuits; it looks delicious. We also have chocolate pudding for dessert.

“When did you plan this?”

“Before I found you in the library.”

“How did you know i would agree to come up here with you?”

“I didn’t. I figured if you didn’t agree than i would’ve probably came up here myself.”

We ate in silence while we look out into the yard and watched people go to class. The bell rang to head back to class a couple minutes after we got onto the roof.

Once we finished our lunch, Harry waved all the dishes away and he lays down to look up at the sky. I lay down beside him. He reaches over intertwining our hands together. He scoots closer resting his head on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around him. His hand rests on my stomach; his hand goes under my robe and moves south till he gets to the end of my t-shirt, his hand goes under my shirt, and rests on my stomach.

He whispers, “Has anyone ever told you, you have soft skin?”

“No.”

“Well, it is. I like touching it.” he stuttered, “Can I touch you in other places?”

I swallowed, “Where would you like to touch me?”

“Your stomach, chest, shoulders, arms, and back.”

I thought for a moment, “I guess that’ll be alright.”

“Can I take off your robe and shirt?”

I swallowed, “S-sure.” My voice was a little higher than i wanted. I can feel a blush forming on my cheeks.

He unbuttons my robe, pushes it off my shoulders, and places it behind him out of the way. He props up onto his elbow, leans in, and kisses me; this kiss is slow, sweet, and passionate. Is it bad that I wanted this all day? Actually I wanted it since he left this morning.

His hand slowly, gently unbuttons my shirt, untie my tie, and puts them behind him with my robe. He pulls back to look at my chest; his eyes started to look sad. I asked, “Harry?”

“I’m really sorry Draco. I didn’t know what that spell was when I used it. If I had known I wouldn’t’ve.”

I sat up and placed my finger onto his lips, “Shhhh.... it’s alright.”

“No, it’s not. You must hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.”he looks at me in disbelief, “At first i was upset but i’m not anymore.” I paused, “Do you think I would skip class to be up here with you if i hated you?”

“No, i guess not.”

I laid back down and he places his hands on me. He gently moves them up my stomach, abs, chest, to my shoulders, and with every touch he left tingling sensations in it’s wake. I love this feeling i hope he doesn’t stop soon.

He leans in and kisses my lips, he continues along my jawline to my earlobe. He kisses my sweet spot behind my ear and i couldn’t help myself from moaning ; i can feel him smiling against my skin. He kisses down my neck, he kisses my shoulders, chest, my nipples; he gently tugs and nibbles them, another moan escapes my mouth. He continues down my abs and stomach till he reaches my pants. He places his lips in the middle of my hips and rubs his lips up the center of my body until he reaches my lips again. He kisses my lips and my hands go to the back of his neck into his hair while i deepened the kiss.

We stayed like this for hours, i like being here like this with him. I don’t know if i love him. All i know is that I'm going to be sad with this all over. I’m going to miss him till I see him again.

Hello, everyone. I’m sorry it took so long with finishing this part up and posting it. I’ve been very busy with the holidays that passed and school. I don’t know when i will be able to post the next part but i will post it as soon as i can. I hope you enjoy this.

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Domestic Life (Drabbles) -  Zig x Scarlett (MC) - Part 2

SUMMARY: An anthology about the life of Zig and Scarlett (MC) in their apartment.

PAIRING: Zig X Scarlett (MC)

RATING: Everyone

WORDS: 2.198 in total, divided into 6 drabbles 

NOTE: Hey! Here’s my second entry for Favorite LI Week about my OTP Zig Ortega and Scarlett Thomas (MC). I got the ideas from this post here. The first six are here and I’ll post the others still this week. I’ve already written some drabbles before, click here to read.

English isn’t my native language. I write to practice and learn, so please sorry any mistakes. I hope you like it, and if you do, I’d appreciate if you like/comment/reblog! 

Tagging: @kinkykingliam @mfackenthal  @maxwells-nut @seawhite-seafair@molly7998 @ziggy-o @purpledinosaur4ever @writtenbycandy @chenchen731 @thatspicegirlssong @christopher-powell

- Person A waking up to person B cooking breakfast. Person A hugs them from behind, gives them a smooch and whispers a soft “Good morning” in their ear. Person B smiles and replies with a “Good morning”. Words: 335

On a Saturday morning, Zig woke up with the sun warming his face. He rolled over on the bed and saw that Scarlett wasn’t there. After stretching up, he kicked off the blankets and stood up. When he left the room, a noise in the kitchen denoted Scarlett was making breakfast. While she put some raw dough into the waffle maker, he placed behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

           _Good morning, beautiful – he whispered.

           _Good morning, handsome – she turned her face to him, smiling, and kissed him passionately – the courier delivered my new waffle machine today!

           _Today? And how couldn’t I hear the bell?

           _I don’t know. I wanted to wake you up to see it, I was crazy to test it but you were sleeping so soundly, and I didn’t want to bother you. Sorry to leave you in bed.

           _Hey, I’m not complaining, it’s good to wake up and find breakfast ready – he kissed her again.

           _What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t make such a surprise to my wonderful boyfriend? – she put a piece of waffle with maple syrup in his mouth – what’s the verdict? – he pretended to think deeply as he chewed.

           _You’re the best girlfriend in the world.

           _Thanks, but I was talking about the waffle – they laughed.

            _I know, I was just messing with you – he nuzzled his nose on hers – this waffle maker was one of the best things you ever bought.

           _I told you! Now I just need to set the table, make coffee and we can eat – she turned to him again – can you help me?

           _What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make coffee for my wonderful girlfriend? – he kissed her temple and she giggled, then left her and went to the expresso machine.

           _Well, you being a barista, probably the worst boyfriend in the world – they laughed and had a lively conversation that morning while they had breakfast.

 - Person A making a grocery list for person B. Person A writes a small note of how much they love person B each time. It never fails to make B smile. Words: 292

           Scarlett came back home after her classes that morning. She opened the apartment door and saw Zig sitting at the kitchen’s table, writing in a little notebook.

           _Hey, Zig! – she greeted and walked over to him, who lifted his face to kiss her – what are you doing?

           _I noticed our fridge and cabinets a little empty – he showed her the grocery list he was writing – but I’ll have to work now, one of the guys can’t go work today. So I was wondering if you could go to the grocery…you can go by car, and I’ll walk to the campus.

           _Of course! I have a meeting with Reyna about the newspaper this afternoon and I can go later.

           _Perfect. You’re awesome – he got to his feet and kissed her again – I made some noodles for lunch, is in that pot on the stove – he grabbed his backpack and his keys – I’ll see you tonight, babe.

           _Have a nice day. I’m going to cook a dinner for us tonight – they shared a smile and Zig left the apartment. Scarlett put the food on a plate and sat down at the table. While she ate, she read the list. A little note at the end caught her eye: “Take a last look if I have forgotten something, as I did so many times before. But one thing I don’t forget is that I love you, my princess”. Scarlett grinned. He also never forgot to write those little notes for her. That’s why she always let him make the grocery list, even forgetting to write something every time. While she looked at the fridge and the cabinets, she took her phone and texted him: “You forgot the eggs. And I love you too, my angel”.

 - Person A is working late. They come home to person B sleeping on the couch with 3 empty cups of coffee close to them. Person B was waiting for person A to come home. Words: 305

           Zig entered the apartment slowly. The lights were off, but the TV was on in a newscast. He found Scarlett lying on the couch, sleeping, a blanket covering her. He noticed some dirty cups of coffee on the table in front of her. He smiled. He knew coffee had never been able to keep her awake.

           _Scarlett? – he whispered as he nudged her softly – Scarlett, I’m here – she woke up, and yawned.

           _Hey, Zig – she said in a sleepy voice – what time is it?

           _Nearly midnight – she startled.

           _Were you working so late?

           _Didn’t you received my text? – she picked up her phone on the table and saw a text from Zig saying that he had a problem in the coffee shop and would come home later.

           _I think I was already sleeping… - she rubbed her eyes – something happened?

           _Yes. I was supposed to get there at 10, but one of the machines broke and we lost almost two hours trying to fix. We need all the machines to work, or we’ll have a huge delay tomorrow – he stroked her hair – sorry for making you wait.

           _No problem, baby, it’s not your fault – she kissed him – but if you’re feeling guilty, I have an idea to make up for it.

           _Really? What? – he grinned.

           _I want you to take me to bed and cuddle with me until I fall asleep again.

           _This I can do – after another kiss, Zig took Scarlett into his arms and walked to the bedroom, and lay down beside her after undressing.

           _And so? Did you fix the machine?

           _Yes. We read the manual a thousand times but I found the problem and tomorrow morning it will be working – he told, proud.

           _My hero – she kissed him and tucked her head under his chin – good night, Zig.

           _Good night, Scarlett.

- It’s raining. Person A and B stay at home to do some spring cleaning. They put on some music and work, soft rain noises still hearable. Every now and then, they stop for a small kiss. Words: 456

           _It’s a pity that it’s raining – Scarlett said looking to the window covered with raindrops – we could make a picnic today.

           _Or, we could finally do that cleaning we’ve been putting off for so long – Zig approached her, hugging her from the behind – we need to clean the windows, the ceiling fan in the bedroom, the kitchen walls, vacuum and brush the rug, take off the curtains to take to the laundry...

           _Aw, we really need to do it? Couldn’t we just do a simple cleaning like last week? – she complained, and he giggled before kissing the top of her head.

           _Yes, we really need to do it. I can see a web on the ceiling. Soon the spiders will be Aylmer's friends – they looked at the lobster on Scarlett’s desk and smiled – but just because we need to work doesn’t mean it can’t be fun, we can put music, and talk while we work together – Scarlett sighed, and turned to Zig.

           _You now what? You’re right, let’s do it! – soon, they were cleaning the window of the living room, listening to Scarlett’s songs in her cellphone. She was singing happily to her favorite song – I’m in love with somebodddyyy, found someone who completes meeeee, I’m in love with somebodddyyy, oh yeaaaah, and it’s not you!

           _I didn’t know you could sing too, Scar – he nudged her.

           _Oh, no! I like to sing but that doesn’t mean I can do it well! – he giggled at her wide eyes and kissed her quickly.

           _You aren’t as bad as you think, baby – he winked and she rolled her eyes, smiling – this band is pretty nice, how did you say it’s called?

           _Halestorm. It’s my favorite rock band. After TBD, of course.

           _Totally agree. The Beatles are also my favorite after TBD – they chuckled, and noticed the sound of the raindrops hitting the glass – this rain won’t stop so soon ... I just had another idea ...

           _Really? What?

           _Who said we can’t have a picnic here, in the living room?

           _Good idea! But let’s do it before I vacuum the rug, please – he laughed.

           _Fair enough – Zig bent to kiss Scarlett – you’re adorable, you know that? – she flushed slightly and patted his nose with the rag she was using to dry the window.

           _So do you – suddenly, another song started playing – hey, I love this song!

           _We can make a duo – he grabbed the flask of glass cleaner and pretended it was a microphone – don’t go breaking my heart…

           _I couldn’t if I tried… - she did the same with a broom.

           _Honey, if I get restless…

           _Baby, you’re not that kind… - holding hands and still singing and smiling, they went to the room to continue cleaning.

- It’s not only raining, but there is thunder! It’s late and person B is terribly scared of thunder. Person A hugs them closely, calming them down. Person B falls asleep in their arms. Words: 405

           _Mmm…the rain is coming – Zig said looking at the window. He and Scarlett were sitting on the bed. He was reading and she was filing her nails, but a loud noise made her wince and look for her rag doll.

           _Can you…close the window, please? – she hugged the doll and snuggled into the bed.

           _Scarlett…are you scared? – he arched an eyebrow.

           _No, I’m not – she did her best to disguise her tremble voice, but he noticed she was lying.

           _Oh, my God, you are! – Scarlett blushed deeply.

           _Fine, I am! Thunder really scares me! – she buried her face in the pillow – go ahead, make fun of me, I know it’s ridiculous – Zig leaned over and kissed her head.

           _I’m not making fun of you, I’m just worried, Scarlett – she turned her head to face him, and he smiled – look, I’m going to close the window and hold you until the storm is over, okay? – she nodded, and he kissed her forehead before getting up and closing the window and the curtains. Zig turned off the lights and lay back on the bed, pulling Scarlett comfortably into his arms. He could feel her muscles relaxing – better?

           _Much better – she sighed, relieved – it’s a childhood trauma. When I was little, during a storm, a thunder made a tree in front of my house fall. The noise was so loud, and the tree also burned, it was so scary…

           _I can imagine that – he kissed her cheek – but let’s change the subject for something happier – he pointed to the doll in her arms – where did you get this?

           _Her name’s Giovanna, she was made in Italy and my grandma gave to me for Christmas when I was five. When I’m scared or nervous, I like to hug her and remember nonna – she smiled – I still can remember her voice calling me bambola, doll in Italian…

           _Is that why she gave you this doll? – Zig also smiled as he saw Scarlett calmer.

           _Yes, she’s always called me like that, since I was a baby. And as a tribute, I named my doll after her – they kept a cheerful conversation, and Scarlett even forgot the thunder. After a long time, she fell asleep still hugging Giovanna and wrapped in Zig’s arms. He kissed her temple and snuggled even closer to her.

           _You may be your grandma’s bambola, but you’ll always be my princess – he whispered before fall asleep as well.

- It’s not only raining, but there is thunder! It’s late and person B is terribly scared of thunder. Person A hugs them closely, calming them down. Person B falls asleep in their arms. Words: 405

           _Mmm…the rain is coming – Zig said looking at the window. He and Scarlett were sitting on the bed. He was reading and she was filing her nails, but a loud noise made her wince and look for her rag doll.

           _Can you…close the window, please? – she hugged the doll and snuggled into the bed.

           _Scarlett…are you scared? – he arched an eyebrow.

           _No, I’m not – she did her best to disguise her tremble voice, but he noticed she was lying.

           _Oh, my God, you are! – Scarlett blushed deeply.

           _Fine, I am! Thunder really scares me! – she buried her face in the pillow – go ahead, make fun of me, I know it’s ridiculous – Zig leaned over and kissed her head.

           _I’m not making fun of you, I’m just worried, Scarlett – she turned her head to face him, and he smiled – look, I’m going to close the window and hold you until the storm is over, okay? – she nodded, and he kissed her forehead before getting up and closing the window and the curtains. Zig turned off the lights and lay back on the bed, pulling Scarlett comfortably into his arms. He could feel her muscles relaxing – better?

           _Much better – she sighed, relieved – it’s a childhood trauma. When I was little, during a storm, a thunder made a tree in front of my house fall. The noise was so loud, and the tree also burned, it was so scary…

           _I can imagine that – he kissed her cheek – but let’s change the subject for something happier – he pointed to the doll in her arms – where did you get this?

           _Her name’s Giovanna, she was made in Italy and my grandma gave to me for Christmas when I was five. When I’m scared or nervous, I like to hug her and remember nonna – she smiled – I still can remember her voice calling me bambola, doll in Italian…

           _Is that why she gave you this doll? – Zig also smiled as he saw Scarlett calmer.

           _Yes, she’s always called me like that, since I was a baby. And as a tribute, I named my doll after her – they kept a cheerful conversation, and Scarlett even forgot the thunder. After a long time, she fell asleep still hugging Giovanna and wrapped in Zig’s arms. He kissed her temple and snuggled even closer to her.

           _You may be your grandma’s bambola, but you’ll always be my princess – he whispered before fall asleep as well.

- Person B’s white shirt ends up in the wrong section of the dirty clothes for the washer, sorted by person A. Their white shirt is now a colored mess. Person A apologizes deeply, even though person B isn’t mad at all. Person B cannot help but wonder how he fell in love with this dork. Words: 398

           _Scarlett… - Zig entered the room with his hands behind his back. Scarlett looked up from her laptop, and noticed a strange look on his face.

           _Zig, what happened? – she asked worriedly, and set her laptop aside.

           _Something happened when I was washing clothes today, but it was an accident – he revealed what he was hiding: one of her shirts, once white, was now all stained with different colors – I swear I didn’t see how it ended up with the colorful clothes! – he said, his head bowed.

           _Oh, Zig, that’s okay – she said sweetly.

           _That’s not okay, Scarlett! It was one of your favorite shirts and I screw it! I’m so sorry…

           _Baby, really, no problem – she stood up and took the shirt from his hands – it’s not too bad, maybe I can still use it.

           _You’re kidding, right? – his eyes widened – now we can use it only as a floor cloth – Zig ran his hands through his hair – I’m so, so sorry, Scarlett…

           _Zig, I already said everything is okay…

           _I can buy you a new shirt, it's going to be the first thing I'm going to buy once I receive my salary.

           _Don’t worry… - she giggled.

           _Scarlett, you’re mad at me, aren’t you? – he took her hands – you can say, be honest with me, please.

           _Fine, Zig! I’m so mad at you! – she almost shouted, pretending anger – you ruined my shirt and now I want to kill you! And you’re also a dork who can’t stop apologizing even when I say it’s okay! Your luck is that you’re handsome, otherwise I don’t know how I’d fall in love with you – she arched an eyebrow to him and he smiled sheepishly.

           _I’m really a dork, aren’t I?

           _The biggest I know – Scarlett stroked his cheek fondly – did you really think I’d fight with you over of a shirt? – they shared a grin and Zig hugged her – but hey, if you want to give me a new shirt I won’t complain – he laughed and held her tighter.

           _And I’m the dork one – she turned her head to face him and caught his lips in a passionate kiss – I love you.

           _I love you too – they smiled again – now stop apologizing and let’s make some popcorn, come here to watch a movie with me?

           _Sure – after a quick kiss they left the room and walked to the kitchen.

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This is an absolute mess of just emotional garbage, and it switches from first to second person bc some of the scenarios?? I couldnt imagine myself in and reverted to default just imagine this is you guys okay lmao.

i was tagged by beautiful @bbyjoonbug​ sorry it took me so long bub

Would you rather:

build a snowman with Taehyung OR have a snowball fight with Hoseok

      I wanna do both, we’re already out in the snow. I can start with the snowman with T** looking so adorable all rugged up in layers of coats and scarves and giving me a big boxy grin and getting distracted by his breath puffing out in clouds. Giving me his scarf when I put mine on the snow man and pulling it up around my chin, cute cute cute. And then everything changed when Hoseok attacked. It’ll be so much fun, with lots of yelling and cursing and he’ll probably accidentally destroy the snowman which is sad, the fight will only last like 5 mins before we’re over it and laying in the snow while I try and catch my breath and he’s laughing at me, then we’ll go get hot chocolate and sit under an old blanket by the fire all snuggled up together and warm and cosy. Anyway, super cute I wanna spend a white Christmas with BTS

get coffee with Yoongi OR get ice cream with Yoongi

Sitting at the back of a coffee shop in a secluded corner with yoongi?? Holding hands under the table or having his hand resting lightly on my thigh, feeding him the cream off the top of my iced coffee and wrinkling my nose at his americano. Quietly enjoying our drinks and each others company, content to just watch the other people in the coffee shop or flip through a magazine while he might do some work on his laptop.

go to the cinema with Jimin OR the amusement park with Jungkook

  Movies with jimin would be so cute and I do love going to the cinemas but listen, I LOVE THEMEPARKS, and Jungkook. Being able to share the adrenaline rush of a terrifying rollercoaster with him, and then just grinning at each other, eyes shining and racing back into line to do it again. Complaining about the expensive food but not wanting to eat the sandwiches we had packed bc ‘a hotdog sounds so good right now’. Spending most of the day waiting in lines and talking and leaning against each other when we’re tired and making conversation with the people behind us. Super cute I’m so emo.

do a dance cover with Hoseok OR sing a duet with Jin

 A bitch (me) can’t dance, damn. I’d probably nut being that close to hoseok listen I’m rlly in a hobi mood. I can’t sing either but Jin???? That’s my whole entire husband?? A romantic duet with Jin, I would die??? Looking into my eyes and singing something emotional and heartfelt in his gorgeous voice and skimming his hands down my arms when he’s close enough??? Kill me. Sharing a mic with him??? The planning and writing process before we even sing?? Nights sitting on a couch together leaning over a coffee table covered in papers, bouncing ideas off each other and laughing hysterically at everything and anything bc we’re sleep deprived??? Having him nap on my lap and just play with his hair and enjoy the moment. 

 kiss Namjoon OR cuddle Yoongi

 I can’t answer this fdhdtntrn its too hard I wanna die. Peppering Nams smiling face with little kisses, his eyelids his forehead his nose his chin his dimples his temples and jaw just tiny kisses everywhere, slow kisses in the morning tangled in the sheets?? Casual comfortable kisses over a table when we’re out to dinner, teary sweet goodbye kisses, heavy wet kisses straddling him in a chair in the studio, ‘baby baby baby’? Anyway, that’s enough of that mess. Cuddles with Yoongi??? Lazy days spent on the couch with a bunch of throw pillows and blankets and old comfortable trackies and stained sweaters, watching the fast-furious series or a sitcom, feeding each other chips and teasing each other when we get emotional over a certain scene. Crawling into bed with him after a tough day and snuggling up against his back and he murmurs in his sleep and leans back into me?? Super cute. Walking up and cuddling him for no reason and he just slings his arms around my waist and continues with his conversation and lets me just press my face into his chest and breath him in??? WOW SHE’S REALLY EMO TODAY.  

babysit with Jimin OR dogsit with Taehyung

 I’m so anxious around children I think somethings going wrong 24/7, also if the kid isn’t related to me…they annoying. Dog sitting with T**?? Super cute. (I’m not saying T**hyungs name ever again, he making me unfaithful to my man...I wouldn’t pass up dog sitting duties with him though...) Going to a dog park and watching them play fetch while I sit on a bench, reading a book and wondering who the real puppy is? Playing scissors paper rock to see who must clean up after the dog, watching him be Damatique ™ pulling the most adorable faces. T** passing out on the couch with the dog on his stomach and taking heaps of photos and making it my new lock screen. Accidentally letting the dog off the lead and it bolts and the two of us screaming after it, spending hours looking around town panicking and coming home to it curled up on the ‘Welcome’ mat at the front door, tail thumping lazily.  

film a commercial with Hoseok OR film a sketch with Taehyung

 A silly sketch with T** would be so much fun and that’s all I’m saying abt it bc thinking abt rehearsing our lines sitting on the floor of the practice room and laughing over the stupidity of it and getting excited when we think of something new to add is too much.

hug Jimin OR hold hands with Jungkook

 fjgnsthtrh, IM EMOTIONAL. Jk has such nice hands I’m really such a soft bitch for him and everything about him, walking together and feeling his knuckles brush against the back of my hand and looking up and he’s staring forward and chewing on the inside of his cheek, reaching out and entwining our fingers and looking back and he’s looking away and covering his mouth with his free hand and his ears are red? Loosely holding hands in the backseat of a car, both dozing off and leaning into one another? Jk laughing at something while out to dinner and reaching out across the table to grasp my hand and give it a squeeze and his eyes are shining and I’m back to being an emo bitch.

go to Paris with Jin OR to London with Yoongi

 Yes yes yes yes. Cute tourist photos with Jin, watching him go ‘WAAH’ whenever he sees something new, pointing excitedly out across the balcony of the hotel room and yelling about the view. Sharing a crepe and wiping the mess of cream off his chin with your thumb and he leans down to lick Nutella off the corner of ur mouth. Walking hand and hand through the louvre while he makes silly jokes about you being the true work of art, and jumping away from you and reminding you that you’re ‘not allowed to touch the masterpieces’ and you roll yours eyes and smack his chest bc he’s such an idiot but sososo cute.

film a drama with Jin OR do a photo shoot with Namjoon

 don’t get me started

attend an award show with Namjoon OR wear couple t-shirts at the airport with Jungkook

I’m squealing. This is so cute esp if It was something ridiculously gaudy and appalling and embarrassing and one of us wants to die and the other is beaming. 

spend a lazy day with Yoongi OR explore a city with Hoseok

 I CAN’T DECIDE THESE ARE SO GOOD. Lazy day with Yoongi, lounging about watching tv, getting up and going to the kitchen and asking if he wants a drink while ur up and looking over and he's scratching his chest under his shirt all stretched out on the couch and watching you with sleepy eyes and the door to the balcony’s open and the breeze is ruffling the sheer curtain softly and it's all tranquil and serene and warm.

Or being dragged through streets with hobi, him holding a map with one hand and clutching at yours with the other. A lane filled with street food and you stop at each stall and feed each other samples. Struggling to read the map and talking to strangers on the street and getting lost but ending up in cute backstreet cafes and busy parks. Spotting a pretty building on the horizon and deciding that that absolutely must be your next destination. Impulsively jumping onto a passing tram and wondering where it’ll take you.

fall asleep next to Jimin OR wake up next to Jungkook 

 Don’t look at me I’m about to write some real gross shit. But waking up to him placing soft kisses across ur shoulders and brushing the hair off your face and laughing softly and apologising for waking you? Waking up to him crawling into bed heavily and collapsing into the sheets beside you before grumbling something about a tough practice and pulling an all-nighter and slinging an arm across your hips and immediately passing out. Waking up and feeling his breath fan against the back of ur neck and his knees digging into your thighs and his arm under your body isn’t the most comfortable but it’s perfect anyway. Taking a nap on the couch and waking up to him sitting on the armchair across from you, watching tv and looking so relaxed and at home.

have a fun picnic with Hoseok OR a fancy date with Jin

 I can’t believe I’m openly cheating on my man like this but?? I’ll always choose a picnic over a fancy dinner I worked in fine dining for too long it’s lost the appeal. Cute though laying on a blanket by the beach or in a park wearing big floppy hats and sunglasses and loose flowing clothes. Feeding him fruit from the palm of your hand and his lips and chin are shiny with the juice and his kisses are sweet.  People watching and making small comments abt peoples fashion sense until it turns into full on judging and giving everyone a wild backstory and you both end up in hysterics. And he sings softly under his breath and you’re fine to lay in silence and cloud gaze, murmuring occasionally about some shape you see

have Jungkook serenade you OR have Taehyung sing you to sleep

I couldn’t handle being serenaded I would combust. But t**hyungs deep voice softly filling the room as he cards his fingers through my hair and his breath is fanning across the back of my neck and shoulders lightly and the lyrics don’t make any sense anymore he’s just singing about his day and how much he loves me and his hopes for the future and he pauses to press his lips to my shoulder and hums against my skin and I’d feel so warm and safe and loved is that too much for a girl to ask damn.

go camping with Jimin and Tae OR go to the beach with Namjoon and Yoongi

I live by the beach the beach is overrated. Camping in the forest with the boys?? A dream, sharing a big bed and waking up tangled in limbs and t**hyung took his socks of in the middle of the night so me and jimin are dying but it’s too cold outside to evacuate. Roasting marshmallows and having a few drinks around the fire and playing truth or dare and telling ghost stories that aren’t even that scary but still has everyone jumping at the smallest of sounds. Exploring the forest and taking pictures of everything. Jimin and t** getting into a mock fight and ending up sliding down an embankment, ending up covered in mud and chasing me around trying to give me a mud hug. Jimin swimming in the lagoon and flipping his wet hair out of his face like a fucking supermodel and me and t** are shook. Me and t** struggling to start the fire but we watched a YouTube video abt it before we left and we’re like 100% sure we’ve got this, jimin running out of patience and throwing a few firelighters into the pit and pulling out a box of matches.

have a sleepover with the hyung line OR a birthday party with the maknae line

 ???? nams in a flannel pj set?? Everyone barefaced and sleepy, sharing one massive bed, sandwiched between hoseok and jin? Being able to see Yoongi curled up and adorable? Nams stretching out and taking all the room and being just straight up adorable? Circling back to being sandwiched between hoseok and jin? Snuggling with jin? Coddled by jin?

celebrate Halloween with Jungkook, Yoongi, Tae, and Hoseok OR Christmas with Namjoon, Jimin and Jin

 once again I choose the one without jin but listen Halloween is just so much better also t**hyung and hoseok really got me feeling a way lately and Jungkook is everyone’s bias wrecker. Plus, we’re all adults and adults drink in Australia on Halloween and do stupid shit, so yeah. Going clubbing with the boys all dressed up, getting mortal, staying till close or till someone gets kicked out and then stumbling home? A dream. The boys drunkenly singing bst and t** trying to get into the DJ’s booth to rap cypher lmao, Jungkook and hoseok dancing like absolute hos, slut dropping and even twerking unironically what a mess what a great time. Yoongi just nodding and raising his drink that never seems to empty bc he’s just smashing them down and getting refills, looking like an absolute snack all in black. Getting the uber driver to take us through maccas on the way home and ordering four family boxes. Most of it ends up on the car floor and spilled in the driveway and we get a 1-star rating. All falling asleep with our costume sand makeup still on in the loungeroom. 

GOD IM SORRY ITS SO LOOONG okay anyway what a mess ill tag @sugaas​ @hxtape​ @forestcottage​ @killv​ @jho-seok​ @softseoks @fhawn @hobsbf @silkguk @okimtae @joonsamor  @gothicsuga @girlsheart @hxxtape @hobih

[breeeliss]

[Femslash February]: Autumn

this is like super fluffy and cheesy and i’m so sorry but anyways...

Day 18: Autumn (Lilanette)

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The switch from summer to autumn was when Lila’s homesickness had gotten the worst. 

On cold mornings, Lila would blast the space heaters in her room and make her room sweltering hot so that she could sleep on top of her covers, strip down to nothing but her underwear, and imagine that the small slots of sunlight coming in through her window were strong enough to warm and toast her skin. But she told Marinette that it wasn’t the same as being in Sicily -- the space heaters made the air too dry and there weren’t any breezes rolling in through the windows that smelled like sea salt and the sardines cooking in the kitchen from next door. Opening the windows in Paris just let in frigid air and the smell of cigarette smoke coming from the balcony just above her own. 

She showed up to Marinette’s house a few times in thermals, a thick jacket, a scarf bundled under her nose, and gloves even though it was only 13 degrees and Marinette had prepared to go outside with bare legs and an old corduroy jacket. She’d come with her teeth chattering and cheeks pink with cold, and Marinette would take pity on her, rush her into the warm bakery for a few minutes, and cheer her up with cannolis or biscotti, the only Italian pastries her father knew how to make. 

When they walked to school, their small talk inevitably turned into Lila swiping through her Facebook feed and showing Marinette all of the pictures of her friends back in Sicily still enjoying hot weather. 

“After school, we used to always go the beach and sunbathe or have picnics along the shore,” Lila told her. “And when it’s really hot in the summer, you can bring blankets up to the roofs and just fall asleep there. And then on the weekends, I would just pack some sunscreen, run down to the beaches and just go swimming or write while resting in the sun. There was always this old man who sold gelatos near the beach, and he’d always give them to me for free because he saw me everyday.” 

Of course, the beaches near Paris were too cold for Lila even in the peak of the summer, autumn made the days shorter and the weather overcast, and the frozen yogurt shops in Paris just didn’t compare. But Lila’s father had finally gotten a permanent job in Paris, and it paid much more money than anything he could ever get back in Sicily, so Paris was a permanent home from here on out. 

“It’s so frustrating” Lila sighed into Marinette’s shoulder while they were cuddling in her bed and taking a break from the French Literature homework that was still giving Lila trouble despite how well her spoken French was. “Moving around all the time was so annoying, and it’s nice to just have someplace that’s actually ours for once. But I miss my old room. I miss the sand that would get caught in the stones outside our house. I miss the sun. I miss all the smells and sounds. And...you don’t know bliss until you’ve ever danced in a rainstorm on a summer night back home. It’s like nothing else you’ve ever experienced.” 

During their lunch pause one day, Lila stepped away into an empty classroom and impulsively called her aunt, telling Marinette that she simply hadn’t spoken to her in a while and she suddenly thought of her in the middle of class. Marinette saw how Lila’s shoulders dropped and a smile came to her face when she slipped back into fluent Italian and rattled on as if she was rushing to use up a muscle that she knew would be useless to her once she hung up. Marinette decided to leave her be and pulled Alya outside with her so that they could have lunch together instead. 

“Your girlfriend’s been awfully mopey lately,” Alya commented once they were heading back to Marinette’s house. 

“She misses home and I don’t know what to do,” Marinette sighed. “My mom said the same thing happened to her when she came to France for the first time, but she keeps telling me it’s something that eventually goes away as you adjust. But it seems like it’s hitting Lila really hard...”

“I mean she’s only been here for a few months,” Alya reminded her. “Can’t imagine she’s used to the cold weather either. It only just started getting chilly out.”

“It’s just that sometimes I feel like I make it worse. When I bake Italian sweets for her, she thanks me for them and says they’re delicious, but she’ll get all sad again when she thinks about her favorite bakery from home. Or I’ll help her with her French homework and she’ll complain about how the same book made so much more sense in Italian. Like I try to get her mind off things and make it easier, but I just pull her down more memories.”

“Well, that’s not your fault babe,” Alya told her. “That’s just how homesickness works. I may not have moved countries, but moving to a whole new neighborhood and a whole new school makes you nostalgic. I hadn’t made any new memories yet. But now that I’ve been here for a while, I love it here. Because I’ve got you, and I’ve got my other friends, and I’ve made a place for myself here. Lila’s just gotta give herself time to meld into this place more.” 

“So that she feels like she’s a part of something?”

“Kind of, yeah,” Alya agreed. “Things are always going to change and be different. You just have to learn how to love the new and the different.”

Marinette tried to think of what she would do if she was plucked out of Paris and thrown into a different city in a different country that she wasn’t familiar with. She knew the first thing she’d try to do was find something familiar, or find something that felt safe. Find something that her attention was immediately drawn to, and try to build a home with it -- a place, a person, a hobby, whatever it was. Like Alya said, learn to love new and different things. 

That weekend, when Marinette was cleaning her room out of boredom, she found her small polaroid camera underneath a pile of discarded fabric that she’d been trying to searching for for close to two months. She tapped her nails against the side of the camera after checking that all the film was still inside when she suddenly got a silly idea. She grabbed a tote bag and filled it with string, clothes pins, thumb tacks, and her camera. She ran down to her kitchen, grabbed the batch of torrones that she’s spent all yesterday afternoon learning how to make for Lila, and hopped on the bus to head to her house. 

Lila was in her room listening to a popular Italian rock band that Marinette had never heard of, looking like she’d been laying in bed for most of the day. But Marinette laid out the sweets on Lila’s desk and took her camera out. “Look what I found!”

“Polaroid camera?” Lila frowned. “What about it?”

“I found it in all my stuff this morning,” Marinette explained. “I thought we could try it out? It’s a little warmer today than it’s been all week. We can take a walk through the park. It’s really pretty with all the leaves turning different colors.”

Lila turned around and eyed her bed. “I dunno. I was gonna just stay in today...”

“Aw come on,” Marinette nudged. “Get dressed and we can just stay outside for a few minutes. I don’t have very many pictures of you anyway.” She held the camera up to her face and pretended to snap pictures of Lila in her pajamas. “Hurry, otherwise you’ll just have to deal with me immortalizing you in your dorky jammies.”

Lila rolled her eyes fondly and popped one of the torrones into her mouth. “Oh, fine, fine, let me get dressed. But just for a few minutes. I mean it.”

They headed to a park that was only four blocks east of where Lila’s apartment was. Just like Marinette had said, all the leaves in the trees had started changing color and falling onto the paths through the park, making them glow orange, yellow, and red as they walked past couples and children sitting along the benches and playing in the playgrounds. Lila looked grumpy about having to go on the outing, blowing into her hands despite the fact that it wasn’t cold in the least, but Marinette merely jogged in front of Lila and snapped a picture of her looking positively put off by their impromptu field trip. Lila blinked against the flash and glared at Marinette as Marinette took out the photo and started shaking it as it developed. “Sorry,” Marinette giggled. “You looked cute trying to keep warm in 15 degree weather.” 

“It’s cold out!” Lila snapped back with a small smirk on her face. “Leave me alone...”

Marinette lifted the camera again. “No, no! Keep smiling! Let me get one where you’re not glaring into the camera this time.“

“I didn’t dress for a photoshoot, Marinette.”

“Don’t care,” Marinette laughed. “Candids are always the best kinds of photos anyway.”

“What’s gotten into you? Are you really that bored?”

Marinette shrugged and decided to snap a picture of a few stray leaves floating down from the tree above them. “It’s Saturday. I’m always bored on Saturdays. And we haven’t spent a weekend together in a bit.”

Lila’s shoulders dropped guiltily. “Sorry,” she said. “Haven’t been feeling too chipper lately.”

“I know,” Marinette said sympathetically. “I understand.” She lifted the camera and took a quick picture of Lila smiling in response to her to her kindness and did a little cheer when the photo popped out. “And there’s the cute smile I wanted.”

“Stop taking photos when I’m not ready!”

“But that’s the definition of candid! That’s the whole point!”

Marinette really did mean to only stay out for a short while, but they both managed to lose track of time and stayed out in the park for close to two hours. They took a picture of them laying together in piles of fallen leaves, one of Lila walking in between the multi-colored trees, one of Marinette dancing on the park benches, a blurry one of Marinette kissing Lila on the cheek while dumping a pile of leaves on her, and one with Marinette resting her head on Lila’s shoulder while Lila smiled against the skin at Marinette’s temple. 

Once the wind started to pick up and the sun started hiding behind the clouds, they ran back to Lila’s house with pockets full of developed pictures. Not wanting to let the afternoon be over, Marinette pulled out the clothes pins and string that she brought with her from home and started to pin all of the photos they took along the string. Lila quickly caught onto Marinette’s intentions and helped her hang up the long strings of photos all around her room until Lila’s walls were covered with pictures of her and Marinette playing around in the autumn weather. 

“I know it’s not a lot of pictures,” Marinette commented. “But I thought it’d be a cool thing to start. Just....take pictures of your new life here and hang them up so you can remember all the good memories.” 

Lila smiled and ran her fingers along one of the photos on the wall that was of Marinette and Lila laying out in the grass and staring at each other with equally wide grins on their faces. “This was a really good idea,” she commented. “Thanks.”

“You just seemed so sad, I thought I’d do something to cheer you up,” Marinette explained. “I mean, I can’t exactly bring Italy back here to you and make you feel better, but I can do my best to make your time here a little better. Paris really does start to grow on you if you let it.” 

“Yeah....” Lila muttered. “Sorry I’ve been so out of it. It’s just lately things have been feeling really different. And it’s a lot to adjust to.”

“You’re allowed to take your time,” Marinette said. “I can’t imagine this is easy.”

“No, but I appreciate you trying to make it better,” Lila said. She crawled onto her bed and wrapped her arms around Marinette who was lounging against her pillows. “I’ve been noticing you trying, and I just wanted to say thanks. You don’t need to go through all the trouble.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” Marinette promised. “I wanna make sure you’re happy. It’s important to me.”

Lila smirked and pressed a kiss against Marinette’s shoulder. “I am happy. And I know I’ll grow to love it here. You’ve made most of my time here nothing but pleasant. That’s definitely helped.”

Marinette felt her cheeks flushing and leaned her forehead on Lila’s shoulder, smiling into her neck. “Well, that’s a relief to hear. I was so afraid you were getting annoyed.” 

“Never,” Lila assured, pulling Marinette down to lay down next to her while she stared along her ceiling, smiling at all the glossy, colorful photos filled with smiles, kisses, and joy. “You’re way too sincere for that.”

[davidthetraveler]

David’s Bio-Monday:  Making Today a Perfect Day...

So, I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to do for this month’s edition.  After all, I’ve already talked about my dad, my brothers, my parents’ love story, me, some other thing I can’t think of right now.  So what else is there?  I guess this is the part where we start to get into the more nuanced bits.  And since we’ve started having some rather nice early summer days here in Texas (and Mom got the pool fixed), I feel like discussing my Perfect Day...

...in each season.  Starting with the season of my birth:  Spring.

(Also, I’m doing this in headcanon list form, since it features my ultimate fantasy of having a significant other and kids, which is very noncanon right now.  And it’s a style of story writing I haven’t tried yet.  As Barney would say, “Challenge Accepted!”)

Spring

Spring mornings are filled with bird song, and it is that which stirs me awake.

I get out of bed carefully so as not to disturb my significant other.

I get ready for the day and start working on breakfast and a picnic lunch.  My s/o gets up and gets the kids ready for the day before joining me in the kitchen.

The group of us have a nice quick breakfast before we pack up the picnic and head out.

Spring weather in the morning is perfect for walks in local fields of wild flowers.  The bluebonnets in particular are stunning.

We play around until the clouds start to build up, at which point we have our picnic.

As soon as we’re done, we pack it in and head home.  Those spring showers aren’t going to wait for us, so we have to be quick to not get soaked.

It’s already late afternoon by the time we get home, and the storm is strong enough to cut the satellite feed, though not enough to shut off the power.  That means movie night.

We all change into our bed clothes (and if some of us are in onesies, who cares?), and we pick out a couple of favorites to cue up while the popcorn pops.

We settle into a cuddle pile together to watch them, the noise outside the TV fading away as each of the kids nods off.

We put them to bed before going back to finish the last of the movies.  We may be adults, but we’re probably even bigger Disney fans than the kids.  So sue us.

Finally, we slump off to bed ourselves, cuddling in close.  What a day it has been.

Summer

Early sun means an early start for both of us.  We quickly prepare for the day and get the kids ready.  It’s going to be a long day, and we need all to time to get everything done that we can.

It’s off to a brother’s house for the day.  The sun is shining, the sky is clear, and the humidity is manageable.  Amazing weather for summer in Texas.

The morning is spent messing around at the brother’s house.  Food is made and eaten together.�� Silliness is the norm.

Mom camps out next to the A/C.  Even after all these years, she still prefers the cold of the north.  But she’s a yankee, and old, so we forgive her for hogging it all.

Partly cloudy afternoon makes for excellent pool and barbecue weather.

The two of us get in with the cousins.  I’ve always been the favorite uncle since the oldest cousins were little.  My brothers let me and my significant other keep the title.  They’re too busy arguing over the grill anyway.  Mom and the sisters-in-law (and maybe the brothers) might get in for a bit, but otherwise we’re the designated pool adults.

We mess around in the pool for a while, dry off in the Sun before showering, then back out to the deck as evening falls and barbecue dinner is served.

Dusk brings clear skies and fireflies dancing in the yard.  We watch them as the fire starts up and we gather around for smores.

Once we’ve had our fill, our little group goes out to where it’s darker.

We talk about the stars with the kids until they’re ready to go back over to the fire.

The two of us continue to sit together just looking at the stars.  And if we find something a little closer to earth to marvel at, who cares?

Finally, we make our way home, get the kids into bed, then snuggle in for a nice relaxing and air conditioned rest.

Autumn

I’m up a little earlier as usual.  I may have spent a long time as a night owl because of an old job, but now in my true adulthood, I’m a morning person.

I get breakfast ready as my significant other snoozes on.  They’ve been working hard, as they always do.  So I let them sleep as I get the kids up.

When they finally come out ready for the day, the group of us have breakfast and then head out.

We’re headed to a local park today to meet with the cousins again.  It’s a little cloudy, but the air is crisp and clean, with no sign of rain in sight.  It is windy, but that just means leaves dancing in the air.

The kids play together and have their adventures while my s/o and I get a bit of time to enjoy the colors of the season together.

Eventually the two of us have to head back home, leaving the kids with one of my brothers so we won’t have to worry about them.  Tonight is a special night after all.

We head home and get spiffed up before heading to the reception hall.

It’s a special night of celebration, and we’re dolled up in our best for it.  There’s friends and acquaintances galore to keep us occupied for a bit.  But once the meal is eaten, we’re out on the dance floor.

We do it all:  the line dances, the YMCA, the other group ones, all of it.  But my favorite are the couples dance numbers.  I did take that class back in college, and I’m not about to let it go to waste.

We waltz, we foxtrot, we even tango.  And for some of the slowest, most intimate numbers, we just hold each other close and sway back and forth, enjoying each other’s company too much to care about the steps.

When we finally get home, we quickly shed our formal garments before burrowing in under the comforter.  We’ve had a long and wonderful day, and it’s time for a long and wonderful night.

Winter

I wake up snuggled under blankets next to my significant other.  We’re right up close to enjoy each other’s company, not because we’re trying to steal each other’s body heat or whatever.

I slip out, put on a robe, and go get a drink as I watch some light snowfall out the window.

My significant other comes in behind me, and we have a moment of just standing there together watching the flakes flutter down.

Then it’s time to get breakfast started.  The family’s coming over to our place for the day, and they are expecting food.

My s/o and I get to it, working as a unit to get everything taken care of.  The kids get up and help out too.  Meal preparation, especially on days like today, is a family affair for us.

About fifteen minutes before it’s all done, the family arrives.  Mom starts looking everything over, and is impressed.  My brothers goof around as my sisters-in-law cringe affectionately at their antics.  The cousins all play together in the other room until being called in for meal time.

Breakfast is late enough that it doubles as lunch.  As soon as everything is cleaned up, we bundle up and head out into the snow.

The snow is perfect.  It’s accumulated enough to mess around in but not so much as to get stuck in.  And the sky has become mostly clear, ensuring an illuminated sparkle across its surface.

We quickly make a mess of the yard, building snowmen and forts, making snow angels, randomly pelting each other with snow balls, the usual.

By late afternoon, the clouds have rolled back in to bring more snow, and the family retreats indoors for games, snacks, and warm beverages.  Mom keeps an eye on the cousins while the four couples engage in a short but brutal game of Risk.  There is most definitely some familial frustration, but we’ve all moved past the petty squabbles of childhood, so it’s all good.

Soon enough, it’s getting dark, and the extended family departs.

We tuck the kids in to bed, then have one last drink together looking out at the yard.  The snow has stopped and the sky has cleared, allowing a full moon to shine down on the world of white outside.  It’s absolutely breathtaking.

We huddle close, enjoying the view and each other, for who cares how long.

Finally, we too retire to bed, settling down together for a long winter’s nap.

Well, that’s that for this month.  Again, I’m sorry this is a day late.  But I’ll do my best to be on time next month.  And for the first time, we have a Tag List for this.  If you’d like to be tagged in future editions, just let me know and I’ll add you to my list.  And if you decide you want to be removed, just let me know as well.  And for anyone who’d like to read the previous editions of Bio-Monday, all of the past editions have been archived under the “Links to the Important Stuff” link on my blog.

See you all next month!

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[ashroseevans]

How Far Will You Go? 12

In the weeks that past, summer turned into fall and we tried to spend as much time outside as we could while the weather was still warm enough to not have to wear heavy gowns. When the weather was colder, Shoto and I met up in the back of the library where he took me the first time. We would sit next to each other, curled up together with a book. On colder days, Shoto would light the fire and we would cuddle under a blanket.

We still enjoyed out companionable silence, feeling no pressure to start meaningless conversations. Though, if we wanted a kiss or something of that nature, there were no boundaries that said that we couldn't just surprise the other and take it. We also started a new "tradition" of sorts, which was every time one of us finished a book, before we started a new one, we would tell each other what happened in it.

He almost always read books of adventure and intrigue, things that had your heart racing every time the page turned. I had gotten him to start reading more romance books, teasing him about how if he wants to keep me around; he's going to have to step up his game. For some reason, he thought I was serious. I mostly read romances, but because I felt bad about tricking him into reading more romances, sometimes I would read some of the same adventure books that he did.

I was just about to turn the last page of my most recent book when Shoto spoke.

"Hey," he said and nudged my arm.

I turned my head up to look at him, but didn't take my eyes off the page. I mean, come on, I was almost finished with the whole book. "Hmm?"

He chuckled. "When you finish reading, I need to tell you something."

I nodded and took another few moments to finish reading. When I was done I closed it and set it down on my lap. I looked up at him, making a show of giving him my full attention.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I was thinking," he said. "There's this field a few miles from the castle. Before the weather gets too cold, we should all go there."

I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head to the side. "What brought this on?"

He shrugged. "I want to go out with you," he said. "And no one in the castle knows about this place. It's somewhere my mother would take me. So my father doesn't know about it. I just thought it would be nice to get out, me and you, Momo and Kyoka..." his face started to fall at the mention if his mother.

"Could you say that again?" I said, with a grin.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Momo and Kyoka?"

I shook my head. "Before that?"

"Nice to get out?" He smirked.

I giggled. "In the middle."

He laughed. "Me and you," he said and nudged my nose with his.

"I could never get tired of hearing that," I said and kissed his cheek.

"Cute," he said and gave me a side hug.

I shrugged. "You only think that because you love me," I said.

He grinned but didn't deny my claim. "So anyway, I think it would be nice to get away for a day. Have a picnic, enjoy the air outside together."

I nodded. "Did you talk to Kyoka and Momo about this yet?"

"I told Kyoka," he said. "Last night when I first thought of the idea. She's pitching it Momo."

"Then, I'm in," I said and smiled at him. "It would be nice to not have to feel all the pressure of hiding our relationship."

Shoto smiled, somewhat sadly and pressed his lips to my forehead. "I hoped you'd like the idea."

I close my eyes and leaned into him. "Don't look so sad," I said. "We'll figure something out. I know we will."

"I know," he said before he put his hand on my cheek and turned my head up to kiss me.

*     *     *

The next morning, I got dressed into something warmer than usual and met Shoto and Kyoka out in front of the castle as per his instructions the day before. They were already waiting, the carriage ready and a coachman sitting in his seat. I walked up to them, keeping a careful distance between me and Shoto.

"Momo isn't down yet?" I asked.

Kyoka shook her head. "I think she's still getting ready."

I sighed. "And here I thought hell froze over," I said. "I'm awake and ready before Momo is."

Shoto snorted. "With bedhead like that?" he asked with a teasing tone to his voice.

I blushed and started fussing with my hair. "I'll have you know I look cute with bedhead."

He rolled his eyes but gave me secret smile. Before he could say anything, Momo came rushing up to us.

"Sorry I'm late," she said. "I slept in."

We all stared at her like she had 4 heads.

"Oh shut up, all of you," she said and climbed into the carriage.

Shoto politely helped her in, followed by Kyoka and then me. Once I was in, I sat down and Shoto took the seat next to me. He closed the door and the second he did, his hands were on my hair. I groaned.

"You're just like my sister," I muttered.

"I'm right here," Momo said with a giggle.

Kyoka had her arm around Momo's shoulders and Momo was leaning into her side, looking at me and the fussing Shoto through half lidded eyes.

I rolled mine. "Yeah, yeah," I said and just let Shoto mess with my hair.

"Sorry," he muttered and kissed my temple. "Cute as it was, you're a princess. You have to take care of your appearance." He dropped his hands, keeping one around my shoulders. Then he whispered in my ear. "Besides, if you look all cute and messy like that, I'd prefer that only I get to see you that way."

My face turned red and I pushed him away. He laughed.

"I don't even want to know what you said to her, Shoto," Momo teased.

Shoto scooted back next to me and replaced his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him. "It's probably not much different than the things you two whisper to each other," he said completely straight faced.

I loved him and all, but damn that kid could stand to have at least an ounce of shame. We haven't even done anything like that and he was already teasing me about it. I looked up at my sister and her girlfriend to see that the two of them were blushing just as hard as I am.

"That's hardly appropriate talk for such company," Momo said and refused to look at me.

I sat up a bit and I noticed that Shoto raised an eyebrow at them. "Wait a second," I said. "What exactly do you two talk about!?"

Momo's face turned even redder and Kyoka coughed, looking to the side. Shoto gently pulled me back into his side.

"At least we know those two are still in love with each other," he said teasingly. "Though, maybe they're a little farther along than we are."

"Momo, you dog. I never would have guessed that you'd lose it before I did," I said, playing along with Shoto's teasing.

"Stop," she whined halfheartedly. "This isn't fair."

"Payback's a bitch, ain't it?" I grinned at her.

"Yeah, well what about you two?" she said.

I smirked. "We haven't done anything that we would be ashamed of talking about in polite company," I teased and looked at Shoto. "Right?"

He shrugged. "Depends what you consider polite company," he said and smirked at me.

My eyes widened. "You traitor," I said.

"What? I'm not allowed to tease the both of you?" he grinned and pecked my cheek.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Prince," I said sarcastically.

"You two are so adorable when you bicker," Kyoka said.

At that, Shoto blushed and looked to the side. I raised an eyebrow and exchanged a look with my sister and Kyoka. I poked his cheeks.

"What's this, what's this?" I said. "Shoto, are you finally embarrassed now?"

"You know, I never thought I'd see the day," Kyoka said, "when you'd be rendered speechless. I wish I had a wait to document this momentous occasion."

His face turned redder and he tried glaring at Kyoka before he tried to hide his face in his hands.

"He's so adorable when he's flustered," Momo said. "I'm almost jealous of my sister."

I giggled, grinning like a madman. I reached out and pried Shoto's hand form his mouth. "What's the matter with being called adorable, dear?" I said teasingly.

He glared at me this time but instead of saying anything he tried to hide his face in my shoulder. "I get it, I get it," he said. "I learned my lesson."

The three of us started giggling and I turned my head to kiss Shoto's forehead. "Paybacks a bitch, ain't it?" I said.

He nodded and sighed. "I'll get you back for this," he whispered in my ear.

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