#ugh i feel so warm and gooey after writing this

[warpedpuppeteer]

Buddie Week Day 4: Eddie calling Buck 'Evan'

@911buddieweek (terribly sorry to the fest admin for tagging after the week is over! I really wanted to complete the week as a personal challenge even if it's delayed)

I’ll rearrange the letters of your name to spell love

Eddie starts calling Buck by 'Evan' and doesn't stop once he realizes Buck doesn't mind.

Or

5 times Eddie calls him Evan, and one time Buck calls him Edmundo.

Mature (for mild sexual content only in the beginning) | 2,817 words

> Established Relationship, Dorks in Love, SO MUCH FLUFF, The power of names (or something like that)

Eddie's eyes are shining bright with emotions and he has that one smile that he has when he's around Chris; Buck thinks it means love but Eddie is not at that point where he's said it to Buck yet. Buck doesn't mind, Eddie declares his love for Buck in a hundred different ways. He doesn't need words to tell him that. Eddie places a hand against his face and gently caresses Buck's cheek. “Do you want me to call you Evan more?”, he asks softly. And Buck swallows against the rush of feelings at the thought. “Yes. Yeah, I think so”, he says, and he knows he sounds strangled, his voice raw but Eddie doesn't say anything. He pulls Buck closer, back to tuck his head against his neck and moves his hand up and down Buck's back soothingly. “Anything for you, Evan”, and Buck lets out a happy sigh against him. Because that too sounds like ‘I love you’ when it comes from Eddie.

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[taestefully-in-luv]

lazy sunday morning sex with Jimin drabble? 😳

Pairing: Jimin x female reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: hickeys, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms

a/n: wow, another exes Jimin drabble…is this a sign I need to write an exes Jimin story

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You never thought you’d be in this position again…all cozy, wrapped up in Jimin’s arms on this Sunday morning. The sun comes in through the blinds in soft, unforgiving waves. Your eyes blinking repeatedly, taking in your surroundings. Yeah, you didn’t expect this. Being in bed with Park Jimin. Your ex-boyfriend.

Last night was a wild ride, for sure. All of your friends in one place, enjoying Jungkook’s house for his birthday party. Everyone was drunk off their asses, including you. Shot after shot, mixed drink after mixed drink. Your pounding head lets you know how badly you fucked up. But the soreness between your legs and your naked state lets you know even more how badly you fucked up.

You’re about to shimmy your way out of his grasp and rise from the bed when his arms pull you in tighter. Jimin’s soft, thick lips peck at your neck, kissing you so tenderly.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Jimin’s warm breath tickles the sensitive skin of your neck. “Not trying to run away, are you?” There’s a teasing tone to his voice, a smile you can only imagine that plays at his face.

“Jimin…” you slowly close your eyes as continues to kiss you. “We…”

“I meant what I said last night.” He doesn’t let you finish…or even begin really. “I miss you.”

You open your eyes again and sigh out, his words making you feel strange. You don’t remember that.

“And when did you say that?” you decide to ask, disappointment in your voice.

“You…?” Jimin detaches himself from you, lifting his head to get a look at your face, a frown decorating his features. “You don’t remember our conversation last night?”

You scrunch your brows together as you take a look at him, wondering what sort of conversation you two had last night. But then your eyes spot the many blooming hickeys across his neck, you have a solid idea.

“We were drunk.” You say quietly. “So I don’t remember too much.” Your admission making Jimin’s lips pull downward. “But…” your eyes drop down to his exposed chest and abs, “You can remind me.”

“How should I remind you?” he laughs suddenly, “Give you a play by play of our conversation? Or were you hoping I show you how things went?” he raises a single brow and looks at you knowingly. “We said some pretty heavy things.” His eyes bore into yours, his playful expression shifting into something more serious. “You said you still lo—”

“Okay!” you cut him off with your shrill voice. “No need to remind me actually.”

Jimin scoffs, a smirk showing itself.

“Aren’t you curious how I responded?”

“Not really. Considering why we broke up I can imagine how you responded.”

Jimin bites on his bottom lip, his eyes leaving yours as he finds something new to focus on. “I told you I love you too.” He blurts out. “And then we…” he gestures between your bodies.

“We?” you look at him, your eyes twinkling with something he hasn’t seen in a while.

“I can show you again.” His hand comes to your cheek, caresses it before leaning into you. “It’s early, the house is quiet.” He says, “Everyone’s probably still asleep…”

“Jimin…” You close your eyes again, “You’re the one who has trouble staying quiet.” You remind him.

“You just make me feel so good.” He whispers, leaning closer and closer. “I lose my mind when I’m with you.”

“I’m sore.” You open your eyes to gaze into his, “So maybe not an exact repeat of last night.”

“I can go as soft as you want babe.” He inches closer, his lips now barely touching yours. “I can make you cream this cock no matter how hard I go on you.”

“Jimin.” You part your lips, his name coming out in a whiny moan. “Jimin.”

His hands come to your jaw as he pulls you in, his lips smooshing into yours for a kiss so sweet. He begins moving his plush lips over yours, the sounds of lips smacking against one another filling the room. Finally, you feel the wetness of his tongue poke out between his lips, prodding its way into your mouth.

You welcome him, your own tongue sliding between his parted mouth. You play with his tongue so sinfully, the wet, slippery muscle dancing so erotically with yours. He grunts into your mouth as his hands slide down your sides, he gropes your breasts on the way down.

His hand finds your hip and he is slowly trying to turn you over on your other side, his lips leaving yours and traveling down your neck.

“Flip over for me babe.” His husky voice tells you he’s getting so worked up. You do as he says and turn over to face the wall, your back against his chest, your ass shoving itself so pleasantly into his crotch.

“Feel that?” he whispers into your ear. “Feel what you do to me?” He grinds himself into you, his hardening length pushing up against your ass cheeks. “Just kissing you and I am a goner.”

His hand reaches over your hips until his fingers are skidding across your skin, dipping lower and lower until his fingers meet your wet heat. His head falls forward, biting your shoulder as he groans in satisfaction.

“I see I affect you too.” he starts sliding his fingers between your folds, “You’ve always been so ready for me.”

You whimper when he starts rubbing lazy circles around your bundle of nerves, the action working you up so smoothly. Your hips swiveling, your breaths sharp, your ass backing into his cock.

“I want you.” You release a shaky breath, “I need you.”

“You love me?” he rubs your clit slowly, “Because according to drunk y/n you are so fucking in love with me.”

You lightly gasp when you feel two of his fingers enter your hole, they push in and out of you like he has all day.

“Because I feel that way too.” He rasps out, “I’ve missed you so much. I was an idiot for breaking up with you.” His fingers move a little faster now.

“Need you, Jimin.” You whine, “Need you to fill me up.”

Jimin nods his head approvingly, his fingers leaving your pussy. He reaches for his member, his hard, leaking member and pumps it a few times, rolling his head back.

“Condom?” he whines out, touching himself still.

“No.” you moan, “Want to feel you.”

Jimin’s right hand continues to pump his cock as his other hand reaches for your leg, he guides your leg to drape over his own, opening you up for him.

“Going to fuck you babe.” He takes his cock and lines it up with your entrance, you shiver when you feel his tip playing at your hole.

“Please, Jimin.” You moan as quietly as possible, “Want to feel you.”

Jimin slowly pushes the head of his dick inside you, your walls accepting him after a few moments. He breathes erratically, his senses in overdrive as he feels you clench around him. He pushes inside you further and further until he has his entire cock buried in you.

“Ugh….” Jimin slams his eyes shut, you’re sucking him in. Your tight hole causing him to feel so much pleasure.

Jimin is great with his hips, he knows how to use them. The way he slides out of you and grinds back into you has you gritting your teeth. He controls his movements so fucking expertly, his cock finding your special spots with every tender thrust.

“Keep this pace.” You sigh out, your hands balling up the sheets. “Feels so good.”

Jimin’s hard member moves inside you so sinfully slow, the way it brushes against your g spot making you curl your toes.

“Want my fingers too babe?” he breathes out roughly, “Just want you to feel good.”

“Please…” you start rocking your own hips back into his, the pleasure building up so deliciously.

Jimin’s fingers find you again, they slip and slide, rubbing around your soaked clit. You try to keep your moans quiet but the way Jimin is whining, you find yourself unable to stay quiet.

“A little faster now.” You pant out, your eyes squeezing shut. “A little harder.”

Jimin’s hips rock back and forth with more force, his skin slapping against your skin more roughly. His fingers pressing down harder, adding needed pressure to get you closer to your orgasm.

“Ah, fuck.” You cry out, “Harder.” you begin to beg, your walls squeezing him so tightly.

“I’m going to come babe.” Jimin’s hips slam into yours now, the pace faster, harder as he reaches inside you deeper and deeper.

“Close?” he whimpers.

“Yes….”

Jimin fucks into you with his precise movements, his hips never stopping, never giving up as he brings you pleasure. You feel your insides become a gooey mess as you start to come, your legs shaking slightly. You cry out over and over, repeating his name like a prayer.

“Where should I come?” he moans out, “Please…inside you.” His muscles begin tensing,

“Yes!” you scream as you finally reach the peak of your orgasm. Jimin grinds his hips into yours more powerfully now as he comes, his hips finally slowly down again as he fills you up.

He rides out both of your highs by lazily thrusting his cum deep within you, his movements not stopping. It’s slow now but you’re quick to feel another orgasm approaching. The feeling too much, so fucking overwhelming but you push through.

“You feel so good babe…” Jimin groans, “Come for me again.” He says as his fingers work their magic on you again as he grinds himself into you.

And you do. You reach another high, your eyes rolling around in your head as you come all around his cock. The way he pushes in and out of you making your vision go white.

“Fuck.” You drag out the word as he starts sliding out of you, “I missed you.” You pant, “So fucking much.”

“Me too babe.” Jimin’s head falls forward onto your shoulder, “Maybe we can start over.”

[unhealthyfanobsession]

Soft Nessian cuddles/slice of life? 🥺 writers choice for universe ❤️

See now that writers choice of universe was dangerous because it got me thinking about a comment from one of my faves- @talkfantasytome on Going For Gold asking for more of a certain day. I won’t call this canon for that fic because I don’t think Nesta was quite at this point then in the story, but I’m writing the Drabble I would’ve put in that chapter if Nesta were more of a soft girl.

No worries if you don’t read GFG, this can be read alone. Context is simply: Olympic Village AU, Cassian just won a gold medal and Nesta just realized she’s in love with him. He’s been in love with her for some time now, obviously.

It was annoying, quite frankly. This feeling. Like her heart was trying to pry her rib bones apart and offer itself raw and unprotected to the giant teddy bear of a man in front of her.

Nesta was an elite athlete. Her heart rate was so low most of the time that she barely registered it was in her chest. Which… maybe that was a metaphor, but Nesta didn’t have time to care about metaphors right now because as previously stated, her heart was pounding.

And it just got worse. As everyone piled on to congratulate Cassian. As she saw his face splashed across her news app. As she waited, patiently, for them to be alone. She was feeling unsettled and apparently now when she was feeling unsettled she wanted to be near him. Which was ridiculous. And inconvenient as hell.

It took approximately four hundred years before they were back in his bed. Where they’d joked that morning about him leaving her there because he loved to see her all warm and cozied up in his covers.

Nesta said nothing. Only took his hand and pulled him into his own bed. Sat cross legged with her spine against his pillows and motioned for him to do the same.

Cassian knew something was up, but he just smirked a little and joined her. Mimicking the position so that his knees knocked against hers.

“No.” Nesta shook her head. “Nope. I can’t look at you while I say this. Ugh!” Nesta humphed herself out of the bed and pointed at her vacated spot. “Up there.”

“Bossy,” Cassian grinned, settling himself against the headboard. “I could get into that.”

Nesta just rolled her eyes. Crawled back into the bed like some stupid pathetic love sick kitten and laid her back against his chest. Pulled his legs apart so she could sit in between them and lulled her head back onto his broad chest. Cassian, the unreasonable pillar of perfection that he was, instantly rested his chin on her head and wrapped both of his massive arms tight around her waist.

Her only consolation was that his heart was also racing where she could feel it beating against her back.

“Congratulations.” She said quietly.

“Thanks.”

“This… this is supposed to be about you. And I know that. And the rest of the day can be. You made it about me when I won my medals, but first we have to talk. Because I have a problem.”

His whole body stiffened against hers. “Ok?”

“My problem is that I don’t do this. And I’ve told you that. And you’ve been patient and sweet and understanding. You haven’t pushed me at all. Which is a part of my problem.”

“You want me to push you?”

“I want you to be less perfect,” Nesta grumbled. “Because when you do things like wrap your arms around me at night and tell me I’m beautiful and that you don’t even care when I’m being a massive bitch. When you do things like let me drag you around a museum for hours and point at me in a crowd the second after you win a gold medal I… I start to get feelings. Feelings that I don’t understand.”

Cassian’s chest rumbled with laughter against Nesta’s back.

“Don’t mock me!”

“I’m not.” Cassian assured her with a kiss to the top of her head. “Why don’t you finish and then let me know when it’s my turn.” He said it casually, but his legs moved to tangle with hers and his arms tightened until she wasn’t sure if she was keeping herself together or he was doing it for her.

“Ok. You make me want things, Cassian. Things that I never knew I could even want. I knew I could want sex and physical touch and maybe even love in some weird way, but I never… you make me want to prance through the street like an idiot holding your hand. You make me want to visit the Eiffel Tower and drink too much wine in a candlelit restaurant. You make me want a life that I… I’m so afraid I’m not capable of. You make me want a little house on a cul de sac. You make me think about what a person who was half me and half you might look like. You just… you make me want things, Cassian. And I don’t know how to have those things.”

“My turn?”

“Your turn.”

Cassian grasped his hands around her waist and easily flipped Nesta around, her legs spreading around his hips and her arms going around his neck until she was hanging onto him like a baby koala bear. It was disgusting. And everything she had ever wanted.

His hand rubbed idle circles along the small of her back. “I love you.” He’d said those words for the first time that morning and he thought it was a mistake, but it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. “I’ve wanted those things since the second I saw you, Nesta. Every minute with you is like being a person I don’t recognize. I’m a wrestler! And you make me this gooey, marshmallowy, puddle of puppy dog eyes and searing touches. The games aren’t even over yet but if you want to see the Eiffel Tower then let’s go. If you want to see the pyramids or the Congo or go white water rafting down the damn Nile then let’s go. You and me. Whatever you want.”

Cassian’s shirt was damp. Not a lot, just a little puddle where Nesta let out a few silent tears. “You can have anything you want. Anything. You are extraordinary and I know you’re scared. I’m scared too, but I’m also sure. Sure of us and the future and what we can do with it. I’m sure about you, Nesta.”

“I’m so scared to be apart after this,” she admitted.

“I’m not.” Cassian held her closer. “We could be in different dimensions, different universes, and I would still love you. I’m not afraid of the distance, but… why don’t you come with me?”

“What?” Nesta blinked up at him, blue-grey eyes wide and bleary.

“After the games. Come with me to England. You need to figure stuff out for you and Feyre’s move and I’ll be there for months on this project… come with me.”

Nesta smiled, but Cassian couldn’t see it. Because she lurched forward and smiled against his lips. “Yes,” she whispered between earth shattering kisses. “Let’s do it. Let’s be together. Let’s… want.”

“No,” Cassian smirked, “let’s have.”

[heartachebf]

@songofassandfire said: Okay uhhh maybe after the broship breakup in the vaccination special, Kenny gets fed up and exhausted with being sort of passed around between his friends, and ends up finding comfort in butters? Sorry if that’s too vague mgddngdng

i hope u like it, dude! not my best work, but im pretty satisfied with this :) i wrote this with them as teenagers in mind because, well, i write what i know most of the time, and i remember being in high school better than i remember being in fourth grade jhfdajk

im still taking short bunny, creek, or style drabble requests to help me get back into writing! feel free to send any requests youve got in mind here <3 now, onto the ficlet !

while butters is doing homework in his room, on his belly on his bed with his chin resting in his palm, he gets a sudden notification on his phone, a loud buzz startling him out of his homework induced reverie. he frowns at the distraction from the math problem he was struggling through, though he is partially grateful to have an excuse to look away from all the angry numbers and letters on his paper. he sits up, grabs his phone, and unlocks it eagerly.

from: ken ♥ hey can i come over for a bit? i need to get away from my friends lol

butters frowns at the message, types out a quick response of sure, i’m up in my room, before returning to laying on his stomach and staring at his homework, as if looking at it hard enough will magically solve all of the problems for him. he quickly finds himself drifting off, though, thinking about his boyfriend’s current predicament with their mutual friends. he doesn’t know much about the whole issue with them - he only knows bits and pieces from what kenny has been willing to divulge during their nightly phone calls, but from what he does know, it sounds messy. he knows that kenny’s three friends have split up for reasons unknown to him, and have thus taken to toting kenny between them like a divorced couple slinging a child between them. butters grimaces. it must be a nightmare to be treated like that.

while he’s lost in his thoughts, he’s suddenly shocked by a body bouncing on his bed next to him. butters is just about to scream when a familiar, calloused hand is shoved over his mouth. he finally looks up to see who’s in his bedroom, smiling wide under the palm on his mouth when he sees his boyfriend. kenny smiles wide back at him, his normal crooked and charming smile making butters feel warm and gooey inside.

as soon as kenny moves his hand, butters leaps up, throwing his arms around kenny’s neck. “hi, ken!” butters says eagerly, smiling even bigger when he feels kenny’s strong arms loop around his waist.

“hi, buttercup!” kenny responds, trying to sound just as eager, but it’s clear to butters just how exhausted he is.

butters pulls away a bit so he can look at kenny’s face now, taking in his tired expression with a frown. “what’s going on, cupcake?” he asks, gently brushing kenny’s messy bangs out of his face.

kenny lets out a long suffering sigh, leaning into butters’s hands. “my friends are driving me insane. i’m so sick of them treating me like their kid. as if i’m not as mature as the rest of them. y’know, i might even be more mature than them.”

butters nods understandingly, moving to sit cross legged next to kenny. “i know what you mean, honey. have you tried talking to them about how you feel about the arrangement lately?”

kenny groans, leaning forward to plop his head on butters’s shoulder. “i keep trying to talk to them, but every time i bring up the situation to any of them, they immediately just shut down and try and change the subject. i think i almost got stan to crack and listen to me once, but they’re all just.. ugh. i’m so close to just dropping all three of them until they all get their shit together.”

butters nods along as kenny speaks, gently running his fingers through his boyfriend’s sandy curls. “i think you should,” butters says softly, encouragingly. “maybe what they need is for you to leave them in order to kick their butts into gear! they’re bein’ pretty dumb with this whole thing, i think.”

“god, tell me about it!” kenny says, laughing bitterly. he reaches up to rub at his face tiredly. “they’re such dumbasses.”

butters laughs softly and nods in agreement. “definitely. i think they just need a little push to realize that they’re, like... you guys are like platonic soulmates! i think, um, taking a break from each other is good for them, but they’re going about it the wrong way.”

kenny huffs out a breath and nods before pulling away to look at butters. “how’d you get to be so smart, babe?”

butters lets out a small noise of surprise. “who, me?”

kenny laughs and nods, smiling wide before leaning forward to kiss butters softly. “yes, you! i never really thought of us as soulmates before, but that makes a ton of sense. i’m gonna tell ‘em to piss off until they get their shit together, i’m sick of being toted around like a little kid!”

butters smiles wide and toothy, gently cupping kenny’s face in his hands. “that’s a buddy! i think it’ll be really good for you to get away from them, cupcake!”

kenny smiles just as wide back, leaning in to kiss him softly again. “me too, babe. it’ll be fun to hang out with other people for once. maybe i’ll get into less chaos without those guys around.”

butters giggles and nods, reaching to grab kenny’s hands and squeezing them lightly. “yeah! i’ve been sitting with craig and his friends lately, you should join us! they’re a lotta fun, and they don’t start as much drama.”

“god knows i could use some of the peace that they bring,” kenny says, interlocking his fingers with butters’s, squeezing his hands mindlessly.

“feel a little better now?” butters asks after a moment, tilting his head. when kenny nods, he continues, “great! now, how about you help me with my math homework? algebra always makes my head spin...”

[cottoncandyqueersworld]

Please go easy on me....it's been a few years since I've written a story let alone letting someone read my trash writing.

Enjoy ~ 

A long and angry growl from my stomach bubbled audibly against the palm of my hand. On any other day I would have been okay with having to skip breakfast....even if it was getting close to dinner time....but we had been walking all over downtown Chicago. I was rightfully starving. 

" Ugh! I don't think I can go on any longer.....I might die..." I whined, hoping for a reaction from the group but all I got was an irritated response from Kyle. 

 " For the last time we don't have time to stop and eat River.... we're so close to the performance spot and if we're even a minute late they'll -" 

" What IS that smell?..." I asked cutting him off in the process. I began looking around to find where the sickly sweet smell was coming from and then I saw it in all it's glory...Rainbow letters spelled out The Yummy Tummy Co. The soft pink building was just screaming at me to come and sample there sweets. I wiped the drool from my face and whipped my head around and looked up at Kyle 

" We don't HAVE to be at the park until 6ish. It's only 4:15 Ky.....give me half an hour. Quick in and out and I'll meet you guys there. " I even gave him a little pout but it wasn't enough. He crossed his arms like an annoyed parent with there child. I was losing hope until an idea hit me. 

"C'mon I KNOW your hungry too....what if I get you something so your not all cranky when we preform huh? You wanna do your best right?" He raised an eyebrow and sighed. 

"25 minutes and half a dozen blueberry glazed doughnuts.... we'll meet you there." I practically jumped in the air and raced to the bakery, barely doing cars as I crossed the busy street. 

I opened the bakery door and a wave of sweet hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt a twinge of anxiety set in as nobody came to greet me....matter of fact nobody else was there. I was alone.

"Hhheeelllllllllllllllllllllllllooooo?" I called out, sightly annoyed that I was gonna leave empty handed. Right as I was about to turn around I saw a plate of brownies sitting on the corner near the cash register with a free sample sign poking out of one of the many brownies. 

"Well....I don't think much harm will come if I just take a few....right?..." My stomach answered with a growl and I grabbed the plate of brownies and was about to sit down when I figured it would be a good idea to grab a drink too....I was about to play for thousands of people....I wanna sound good for all the lovely ladies out there I thought to myself as I scanned the room for something to drink and then I saw the customer fridge stocked with pops and teas but I had my heart set on the Cookies' n Cream milk. I heard kyles nagging voice in the back of my head saying that I shouldn't be messing with dairy because there wouldn't be time for a bathroom break but I shook the thought out of my head and looked at the clock on the wall... 4:17....oh I definitely have time. I sat down and licked my lips as I examined the feast in front of me. A large plate of brownies and 5 20oz bottles of Cookies'nCream milk. With a big smile on my face I grabbed my first brownie in dug in. 

       This was by far the best tasting ANYTHING I have ever had the pleasure of putting in my mouth. It was still warm and a just a touch under baked so it was extra gooey. The fudgyness of the brownie accompanied by the chocolate chips that seemed to melt in my mouth kept my tastebuds begging for more. After I finished that first brownie I chugged a bit of the milk and before I knew it I had a good system going. I'd take a few bites than take a huge gulp of milk and I continued this for awhile. 

      I began to feel my belly expand around the 5 or 6th brownie. I leaned back against the counter and patted my belly.  I was starting to fill up fast but they tasted ssooo good. I unbuttoned my shorts, giving my belly more room to grow as I chuckled to myself. I was definitely a messy eater. Crumbs and mostly eaten brownie bits scattered all over. I had chocolate stains on my shirt that and the tips of my fingers. No doubt my face was covered in the choclately goodness. A satisfied burp escaped my lips and I gave my belly a little rub as I unzipped my shorts. I could telly belly was getting really bloated but to what extent I didn't know. I've always kinda had this fantasy about making myself as huge as possible. The feeling of my soft jiggly belly and massive thighs was always a little bit of a turn on. I felt my face heat up as I was making myself excited. I moaned as I felt all the brownies making their way through my digestive system. I felt as if I died and went to heaven. But before I could grab another brownie I head footsteps in the distance. My heart dropped. I wasn't alone after all. Before I even had time to react I felt hands bang down on the counter I was sitting infront of. Thank God for the ledge of the counter that was hiding me. I could tell my the groans and angry noises coming from whoever was behind the counter that they weren't pleased with my little snack. 

"Who the fuck ate all the brownies?? Ugh I JUST made them this morning! I didn't even get to try this new recipe.....WHOEVER did this needs to fess up NOW!" The fiery voice demanded. I was hoping for a quick escape since they hadn't noticed me yet since they had come from behind the counter and I was sitting infront of it I was hoping I could just crawl out and quickly make a run for it but my stomach had other plans as a long low growl gave away my position. Shit. I looked up at the same time a very confused pair of thick glasses looked down at me. I felt my face flush. I considered myself a 'smooth talker' when it came to women but she was different. For once I had nothing to say. My mind went blank. She walked around to the front of the counter and I sheepishly stood up. There was a breaf silence until she asked 

" Where they good at least? I've been trying these different recipes and I thought I finally got it right but I wasn't sure so I left them out as free samples" she was looking me up and down. I had forgotten that my shorts were completely undone and I could have easily put a toddler to shame with how messy I had ate them. 

"Y-yeah they were amazing! You should DEFINITELY keep that recipe. " I finally had enough courage to look up at her. She was a hair taller than me, just under 6ft. She had dirty blonde hair that was down framing for face, and the most beautiful sky blue eyes I had ever seen. She had a Beatles shirt on from their '64 would tour, black jeans and combat boots. I felt my face turn another shade of darker red when I realized I had gotten lost in her eyes. 

"I'm Kat" she said with a smile. 

" River......my name's River." I said with a nervous smile. ' Jesus what is wrong with me? Why is she making me so nervous? Why is my heart beating so fast?' my stomach growled breaking my train of thought. 'why on earth am I still hungry???' I sighed and placed a hand on my belly. 

" Guess I'm still kinda hungry.....would you mind if?....I mean I'll pay of course even though they're free samples I'd feel bad...Oh! And all the drinks......" I reached into my back pocket ready to pay the small fortune but I got no response from her regarding a prince. I looked at her again to only see she wasn't even paying attention to my words. No. She was fixated on my belly. her face was a little flushed with what I'd assume was excitement as she was biting her bottom lip. I quickly pulled my shirt down and began to button up my shorts. ' no worded she's staring at you she probably thinks your a fucking fat pig' I thought to myself. She quickly noticed this and her eyes grew wide. 

 " No no no please don't. I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.... Your belly is just so massive.....it's kinda....hot..." She trailed off as she took a step closer. My eyes widened in disbelief. 'hot?? She thinks I'M hot???' damn it. I was at a lose for words again. 

 " You think I'm....hOt?" My voice cracked. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.....

    She nodded her head as she messed with her hair " Yes, very.....but you mentioned you where still hungry?" 

     "Yeah, but I don't think I can eat anymore brownies." I said sheepishly. 

    " Oh? Well lucky for you this is a well stocked bakery. Follow me." With a flip of her hair she  spun around and beckoned me to follow with her finger. How could I say no? I shrugged and without another thought I followed her behind the counter. I could tell things were about to get interesting. 

[nbrook29]

💞 My ultimate Sobbe fic recs 💞

Recently, I have gone through Robbe/Sander tag on ao3 and I decided to compose a list of fics that are absolute gems for me. A few disclaimers first:

✔ I didn’t include works in progress (WIPs), however I did include fics that are only on tumblr

✔ the order of the fics below is random

✔ this is the list of my personal favorites so if your favorite fic is not on the list it doesn’t mean it’s bad or that I consider it bad - we just vibe with different things :)

✔ if there’s a fic on this list that you decided to give a shot and loved it, please remember about leaving a comment under it to let the author know that

✔ I’ve been trying to add the “read more” thingy but it doesn’t show, I’m sorry, I know long posts are annoying af

under 1k

we’re keeping it simple by noobishere | G

Summary: Sander comes over unannounced and attacks Robbe’s very person (a.k.a the one where Sander teases Robbe on Eenvoud)

This is a guaranteed mood lifter. It’s short, sweet, to the point, and oh so funny. The banter. And I’d die to see that in the show. 

1k - 5k

Fizzy Colas by Foxsake5 | M

Summary: Let’s say this is a clip (hopefully not as short as the standard 1:40 of this season) with Sander as the main on a ‘bros night out’ 🍻

This author is my queen/king alright? They take a simple idea and turn it into the most lovely/cute/soft story. This fic is exactly that. Sobbe’s chemistry here is out of this world and the banter is to die for.

high for this by flowersmaze (@bowieskam) | G

Summary: In which Sander remains a Flirt™ and in love with Robbe even when he can’t feel his face after a medical procedure

The summary says it all. Loopy Sander is the cutest and funniest thing.

Pull Me from the Dark by TheOceanIsMyInkwell (@theoceanismyinkwell) | T

Summary: Sander discovers that Robbe has recently been prescribed antidepressants, and Robbe opens up to him about the night he almost stepped off the bridge. Only love will show how much they’ve grown and pull them through.

This time, the boys talk about Robbe’s mental state which is unusual in fics. This oneshot is communication 101. And this line is just 👌🏻 “But after the dust of their first kiss and their first vows of commitment settled around them, Robbe took a look at the space in which he floated and realized, somewhere along the line, that finding the love of your life doesn’t fix you.”

diminuendo by noobishere

Summary: Waking up feels like an ordeal. His eyes are heavy, arms a dead weight, he isn’t sure if his limbs are even in the right places, but eventually, Sander comes to. (a.k.a a take on how Sander fairs after Robbe left for school.)

Sander’s POV after Dinsdag 7:27. It’s a great insight into his headspace during that time. This could be a scene in the show because it fits so well.

you’re wonder under summer sky by nothingbutniall | M

Summary: Two city boys go camping. What could go wrong? (Everything, apparently.)

Those boys are a chaotic mess okay? They’re such dorks. This fic has the best kind of grumpiness there is and sobbe is written so in character here.

if we can make it through december (maybe we’ll make it through forever) by nothingbutniall | G

Summary: Robbe and Sander at the Christmas market.

Can you imagine those two dorks at the Christmas market? Well you don’t have to anymore because this fic is everything you need and more. And this line “Couldn’t,” Sander sulks. “You can’t hold hands properly with mittens on.” makes me go all gooey inside every.single.time 😍

A New Sunday Feeling by Foxsake5 | M

Summary:  Sander before Robbe: Ugh, Sundays 😒 Sander after Robbe: 😏🥺🥰

The way this author writes sobbe’s intimate moments is just pure talent. They have such way with words.

memories painted with much brighter ink by nothingbutniall | G

Summary: Saint Nicholas is the perfect excuse for an evening of gifts and banter with the flatshare. (Basically all five of them being cute together, and then Robbe and Sander being cute with just the two of them.)

This is the perfect fic for an October evening, when Christmas is just around the corner and you’ve just made yourself a cup of coffee and want to read some heart-warming well-written christmassy fluff. 

5k - 10k

Let’s Dance by msleviss (@sander-driesen) | G

Summary: Robbe and his friends go to a club to check out Amber’s DJ cousin.

THIS PERSON PREDICTED DJ SANDER Y’ALL. And Robbe thirsts over him. And there is an instant connection. And Robbe dances. And it’s so cute.

video phone by tokyometropolis (@luludemauryyy) | E

Summary: AKA OH MY GOD, THEY WERE QUARANTINED…except not together, because life is cruel. Thankfully it’s 2020 and when Robbe has an…er…intense dream about Sander in the middle of the night, all he has to do is press one button and Facetime him about it. Thing is…sometimes FaceTiming isn’t enough.

Look. I get that smut fics are not everyone’s cup of tea. And that’s totally fine. But. If you’re looking for a well-written smut that’s in character and where you can feel the love between the characters, this is it. Hands down. Sorry not sorry 💁🏼‍♀️

10k - 20k

our camp of dreams by robbesanderx (@robbesdriesen) | M

Summary: a summer camp!AU where robbe and sander are both co-counselors

Misunderstandings lead to pining. Teenage angst at its finest. I really like camp stories, it’s my thing.

Falling For You by silver_etoile (@azozzoni) | T

Summary: Robbe only knows one thing about football: that Sander Dreisen is the hottest player on the FC Utrecht team. When Jens drags him to a match, the last thing Robbe expects is to meet someone so perfect, and it’s all he can do not to mess it up, but will he succeed?

Sobbe in a different setting with a bit different dynamic yet still having that special something. It’s a nicely written story of the development of their relationship, first meeting, falling in love, ups and down, all the best things in fics. And Sander as a soccer player is a pretty 🔥 concept (and I think Robbe agrees).

This isn’t our first time around by noobishere | E

Summary: One moment they are in the kitchen of their shared apartment, the next, they’re in this strange but familiar room.(a.k.a the au in which they accidentally go hopping through multiple universes)

The universe takes matters into their own hands and shows those silly boys that they are meant to be. Sign me up for the ride.

Coffee and Croques by peaceoutofthepieces (@peaceoutofthepieces) | G

Summary: Sander works at the on-campus coffee shop with Eliott, and he might just have a crush on the cute boy in the brown coat.

I’m a sucker for coffeshop fics. There is just something so good about them. This one is the coffeshop!AU that sobbe deserves. Oh the pining, and the secretive looks, the silly boys, and a pinch of Elu. Me likey ☕

The finest of the meadow by allforyoumylove | M

Summary: The universe brings two lonely boys together in a flowering meadow. They fall for each other fast and hard among delicate daisies, warm summer breezes, and shooting stars.

This is magical. My comment on the work was “So soft, so beautiful, so THEM, ugh.” and I MEANT that. This is just the right amount of sweetness. This is a must read. I’m not messing around. 

two side of the same coin series by MajorAccent (@acespaceacepilot) | E

Summary: the valleys and mountains of sander’s bpd

How the boys handle Sander’s ups and downs. Robbe being the best boyfriend ever. I love how good he is for Sander, being there for him, not treating him like a baby, and not controlling him. How much he tries to make it at least a little bit easier for him. If you don’t want to read explicit stories, at least give the first part a try since it’s not E rated. 

Zaterdag 9:58 by Foxsake5 | M

Summary: What happened after the croissants dropped to the floor 🥐🤭💕

I meant it when I said Foxsake5 has great way with words. Every single piece of theirs is just “chef’s kiss”. This fic is a definition of a domestic fic. Oh, and it happened. Totally. It’s my headcanon now.

its an unrequited love by eggsntoast | G

Summary: Sander works part-time at a museum every Sunday. Robbe is a frequent visitor.

A Sander POV fic. I was sold from the beginning. The development of their relationship here is so cute, and they’re being so stupid with their pining instead of just talking to each other and you just want to shake them but at the same time you’re rooting for them so hard. Oh and did I mention pining?

20k+

Jij Verliest series by ravenbrenna09 (@djsander) | M

Summary: For the past three months, Robbe’s life—and what it once was—had been stripped away and rearranged. Now, if anything, his life had become a bit repetitive: homework, stream, ignore Thomas’s Instagram, repeat. But one Friday evening, Robbe meets a hurricane in the form of a platinum-haired tattoo artist who just might show him everything that he’s been missing.

This is a long series okay? But oh so worth it. It’s captivating and you don’t want to stop until you finish. And once you finish you’re sad it’s over even though you’ve just spent 8 fucking hours reading it. It’s amazing. But you probably know that because it’s quite popular (rightfully so). The best thing is that you expect it to go bad halfway through because it’s difficult to keep the quality on the same level in a fic that long. But it doesn’t.

Visitations by lucidpantone (@lucidpantone) | E

Summary: Does Robbe and Sander’s relationship survive into adulthood. This fic takes place in two simultaneously timelines: the past and the present.The present occurs in one entire day. Both timelines are completely out of chronological order. Everything is in clips.You can be dropped in at anytime of the day in any timeline. So clip by clip you will need to piece together what happen to Sander & Robbe and why the present looks the way it does and what happened in the past that got them there.This love story is a journey. So be prepared.In the words of one of our Even’s. It’s a complicated love story between complicated people.

This is not a regular fic. The author put so much thought into it, there are so many gems, so many little things that you have to pay attention to because it.all.matters. And there is not one interpretation. Don’t you just love when a story forces you to think and use your brain? Cause I do. Not gonna lie: this story hurts, and like the author says themselves, it’s a journey. But oh my god get in because it’s amazing. And the ending is just sjsjsjsjsddhdhsdsgdsg 🤯

the night we met by themoongirl (@dearsander) | T

Summary: Robbe Ijzermans has a brain that won’t let him sleep, a chest that feels far too heavy and thoughts that never stop.During his first year of college he meets Sander Driesen. Robbe finds what he never went looking for.

A college AU. This fic is a journey of pain and fluff and humor. It has awesome friendships. And sobbe falling in love. And liminal spaces. I read it a while ago so I don’t remember it as well as the others but you know what? I still remember that it was great and I’m lowkey happy I don’t remember it that well because now I can go and read it again. 

The Stars Look Very Different by @peaceoutofthepieces 

Summary: Robbe is bored. He’s bored of listening to his friends talking about girls, and his other friends making out, and no one ever doing anything. He’s tired of having to put in all the work, of making his own fun. He’s tired of feeling nothing so he doesn’t have to feel like nothing. His party stunts are pushing the limit, his thrill seeking beginning to worry even his friends, and his carelessness is toeing the line of dangerous.

He’s a little tired of being ‘dangerous’, too.

Sander may or may not have a crush on the older boy with the apparent death wish. He wouldn’t mind a little danger.

Once I started reading this fic, each day I was waiting for an update at the edge of my seat which was a feeling I expected from s4 that did not deliver. TSLVD definitely delivered. My favorite sobbe social media AU

Ziggy Stardust Series by skamsnake (@skamsnake) | M/E

A collection of fics taking place throughout the season. Most of them are E rated so be aware of that but it’s a really cool mixture of fluff and spice *fans myself*

[imnotwolverine]

The marriage pact - Maple syrup dreams

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 21 | Part 22 Maple syrup dreams | Part 23 >

Disclaimer: Just fluff

Author’s note: Do you know what I just can’t get enough of? Whenever I’m writing my fanfics I keep Tumblr open in the background and there’s nothing more fun than seeing you, the reader, pop up in my notifications every few minutes or so, liking yet another chapter of a long fic. At some point I even know when you’re having a tea break, or taking a moment to make yourself some food. It makes me, as a writer, feel all gooey with happiness (and I quietly enjoy the fun along with you whenever you’re reading my works, my mind bringing me back to when I was writing that particular chapter you just liked). Ugh! I’m such a sap today! I love you darling readers! ❤️

Word count: 2.042

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Dear readers,

I am writing this blog from a far, far away place. My fingers a bit numb from the everlasting cold, the taste on my tongue remembering I had far too much Maple Syrup Taffy and my everyday schedule suddenly consisting off shoving snow and rubbing down snowy dog paws.

Me and chocolate cake are in Canada, where we’ll be for the next 2 months as he’s working on a movie here. A movie? Chocolate cake? Hold on, you may think. Tell me more about this mysterious chocolate cake that you seem to be getting serious with! Well dear readers, though many of you know by now whom my lovely chocolate cake is, I’d still like to keep our privacy a little while longer. So let us just say; talk, dark, handsome and a very practical human heater when sleeping together. Especially when you are staying in this freakishly cold country and the actual heater is broken.

Today I’ll be visiting the movie set for the first time, and thereby a part of a new life starts that may have seemed totally ridiculous had you told me I’d be here a few months ago. But alas(ka), here we go!

Ali

‘Morning love.’ Henry chuckled, watching me shuffle through the tiny hallway of the trailer, my body clad in probably every sweater and wool sock I could find. ‘Hmmpff..’ I grumbled, plopping down beside him on the small bench in the kitchen nook.

It felt a bit like my student days. Living on each others lip, this shared living space no bigger than some 24m2, the heating unit broken and the food..well..not great.

‘Need me to warm you up?’ He smiled, gesturing me to scoot over to his lap. Silently nodding I moved up to him, feeling his arms snake around me and pull me snug against his broad and warm chest. ‘Ungh..how can you only wear one sweater and not be cold?’

Henry laughed. ‘It’s called 4000 kcal a day intake and lots of exercising.’ He kissed my cold cheek, his slight stubble scratching my skin. I sniffled and shook my head. ‘Does not sound like my cup of tea.’ - ‘Doesn’t have to be. I’ll keep you warm.’ He hummed, pushing a warm hand beneath my layers of sweaters. ‘Besides, the maintenance team is going to check on that heater this afternoon, so with a little luck we get home tonight to a nice and warm trailer.’ - ‘Goooood.’ I hummed, then squealed, feeling him tickle my skin ever so slightly. ‘Very good.’ He smiled, sniffing my hair before placing a kiss atop my head.

‘Hmm..In case I haven’t mentioned it, I’m so glad to have you here.’ He whispered, nuzzling my hair some more. I chuckled. ‘Oh you only mentioned it about a hundred times or so.’ I leaned back a little so I could turn my face towards his, our noses touching.

He was SO warm.

‘I wouldn’t miss this for the world.’ I murmured, laying a pillowy kiss on his lips. ‘Besides I got some small tasks to help the team out with today, so I don’t have to wait for you to come home like the good housewife I am.’ I winked, making him snicker. ‘Very good wifey.’ - ‘I mean, I’m no wife..but..you know..housegirlfriend sounds weird.’ I shrugged, turning to steal a sip of coffee from his large mug and thereby missing the loving glint in his eyes.

He watched me for a few more long moments, enjoying his coffee and staring into the abyss of 6 AM nothingness, Kal still snoring quietly on his dog bed. He didn’t want to ruin the moment as it was, but there sure was a whole lot going on in his head.

I was his first girlfriend to join him for such a long movie shoot. And for the first time in a long time he didn’t feel so very alone. Didn’t feel like it was just another fleeting moment of a good life. This was going to last. He would make sure it would.

‘Oh are you going to finish that.’ I pointed at a leftover bite of his breakfast toast. He laughed aloud. ‘Go ahead. And, I’ll make myself a mental note to make double the amount of breakfast tomorrow.’

I blushed slightly as I felt his gaze on me, chewing that bit of toast. ‘Sowwyy.’ I gulped, quickly swallowing the toast. ‘You really don’t have to..-‘ - ‘No please Ali. You travelled half the world just to be here with me. The least I can do is make you breakfast while you wrap yourself in not one, not two..but THREE of my sweaters.’

My blush became even more fierce when I felt his chest rumble with mirth.

‘Mwu..they’re just really nice sweaters.’ I mumbled, pouting at him. ‘Hahah. Oh Ali-bear. I have missed you so.’

Ali-bear? I raised an eyebrow at him as my blush slowly faded. ‘Ali-bear?’ I asked with mild confusion. ‘Yes, since you call me Henry-bear and you ARE part of the bear pack now.’ He winked, nodding at Kal who was blinking open his eyes, the large Akita stretching out his paws with mild exaggeration. We both laughed. ‘A-ha..so I’m a bear now, too?’ I looked at him and he shrugged innocently, making me laugh even harder. ‘Oh Henry..you are un-BEAR-able.’  

—

The days on set were crazy long, crazy cold, but also crazy fun. After a week or so I got into a routine of helping for a few hours on set - moving and cleaning props, cooking meals with the cook, walking Kal -, followed by a few hours of working on my upcoming book and help out the Jersey Gazette with editing articles.

My life in Jersey felt like lightyears away, but I didn’t miss it as much as I had anticipated. All I really needed was Henry, silly as it seemed. Be it because we were crazy in love, or because we really had found great soulmates in one another. Even on 14 hour workdays we’d find the time to be there for each other, making life in general really rather pleasant.

Did I have a good idea for one of my stories? I’d pitch it to Henry. Henry needed to practise some new lines? I’d play his villanous counterpart. Did either one of us feel a little on edge? We’d have a quickie in the trailer.

Yes, life was good.

—

‘Hi mom..hello?..Mom? Can you hear me?’ The line crackled and my mom’s voice distorted in a wild flurry of screeches and blurred speech. ‘Let’s try again.’ I ended the call and waited for her to call me in turn, this time the line thankfully much more stable.

‘Oh! There we go!’ Mom exclaimed, hearing me giggle. ‘Hello Ali dear. Oh baby we miss you soooo!’

‘Hi mom. Miss you too! How’s everything at home?’

‘Quite exciting times over here..we finally adopted a dog! A four year old poodle mix, named Cookie. And she’s a lovely gal. Chewing on some shoelaces as we speak hahaha.’ - ‘Quite lovely indeed haha. So you truly miss me THAT much, hmm? Empty nest?’ - ‘Terribly. So how’s everything over there? Are you okay? Eating enough vegetables?’

Moms will be moms.

‘Yes mom haha. Plenty of vegetables. And I exercise everyday because it is crazy cold and there’s practically no other way to get warm..-‘ - ‘The things you do for love, hmm? I remember you experiencing your first snow. How you immediately ran back inside, not liking it one bit. And now you are living in meters of snow!’

‘Yes. The things we do for love.’ I heard the trailer door open behind me and looked over my shoulder, seeing two snowy bears enter, bringing with them a gust of icy cold air.

‘Close it..close IT!’ I exclaimed, waving at the door when Henry let it open, his arm filled with a number of plastic bags. Smiling, his nose also slightly red with cold, he bumped the door closed with his buttocks, Kal taking the moment to shake off the remains of snow in his fur and launching it at the both of us.

‘KALL!!’ I warned, the akita panting at me happily, acting as if he didn’t do anything wrong.

‘Shall I call back later dear? Sounds like you have some men to take care of.’ My mom’s voice sounded in my ear and I slowly nodded, my eyes tracking to Henry as he zipped out of his jacket and started rubbing Kal down with a towel, the dog continuing to circle away from him, thinking it was playtime.

‘Yea..call you back mom. Looks like Henry could use some help haha. Have fun with Cookie and send pictures!! Love you. Give dad a hug from me.’ - ‘I shall my dear. Kisses back!’ And that was the end of the call.

I quickly stood up and helped Henry dry off Kal, our smiles growing as the dog started to bounce up, licking our faces. ‘Who’s a good boy?!’ I cooed, rubbing him behind the ears, squatting down and allowing the dog to lean into me, going in for a big bear hug. The dog was more than glad to get all this attention, his head ducking down and pressing into my chest, eager to get even more pets. I laughed and looked up at Henry, seeing him get up and moving back to the bags that were now on the small kitchen counter, his hands digging through the contents

‘Whatcha got..-?’ - ‘Close your eyes!’ He stopped me mid sentence, looking over his shoulder with a mischievous glint in his ocean blues. ‘Ohhhkay..’ I said, slightly unsure, settling down so Kal couldn’t topple me over, the large Akita folding his large paws over my lap and also looking at Henry.

What was he up to? With a slow breath I closed my eyes, my hand continuing to trace languid circles through his fur. And then I felt something being pushed down on my head. Warm, soft. REALLY soft. A..hat? I wished to open my eyes but Henry clicked his tongue in warning, now picking up my hands and slipping them carefully in what probably were two mittens. My lips curled up in a smile, and I turned my head up expectantly.

‘Can I look now..?’ I asked quietly. Henry chuckled. ‘Almost.’

Then I felt something shift beneath my hands, Kal sitting up slightly.

‘Okay, now you can look.’

I opened my eyes and first saw Kal, wearing the cutest purplish blue knit scarf, and then the mittens on my hands. Also knit, but with a teddy-like material inside to keep my fingers nice and toasty. Reaching for my head I could feel a hat there. ‘With bear ears.’ Henry sniffled, nodding. ‘I know you don’t want me to get you presents. But it’s a bit of a special day.’

‘Special..day..?’ I quirked up an eyebrow, then smiled feeling the two small bear ears on my head. Slowly I lowered my hands again and gave Henry a studious look. ‘Special day.’ Henry smiled, sitting down beside me and Kal, his eyes glittering.

‘Did I ..miss..something?’ I gave him a suspicious look.

Henry chuckled. ‘Perhaps a calendar.’ He reached for my mittens and pulled me to his chest, noses nearly touching. ‘Happy half year anniversary sweet little icicle of mine.’ He said with a smile in his voice, his lips trying to brush against mine, but failing as I gasped in horror. ‘OOOH…I FORGOT.’

Henry laughed all the harder, shoulders shaking and Kal shifting so he could lean into the both us, head squeezed in between our chests. ‘That’s quite alright. Now c’mhere.’ He snickered, pulling my embarrassed face to his, our lips finally melting together.

And how hot and cozy that moment was.

Nothing big and outrageous. No hours of driving just to get to some half decent restaurant. It was just Henry, me and Kal. The three of us enjoying a first home cooked dinner in weeks whilst laughing at the extra warm clothes Henry had gotten me - he could not stand it seeing his girl be cold, and though he loved sharing his sweaters..he did need some of them for his own use too, especially when we went out for our morning runs.

It was sweet, thoughtful, simple and much of what I expected of true love. A maintenance kind of love.

And from here on any next steps in our relationship didn’t seem so scary. I had not even given the whole donorship thing a second glance since we had arrived in Canada. This? This might very well be it, you know? 

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...Pretty... Mine

This is pretty much part of a dream of mine. So keep in mind it might not make the most sense or be anything like i usually write lol. I don’t know if it worth writing up but I think it is cute and I just kinda want to save it ???  It is pretty much a crossover between Obey Me and A3!  It has quite a length so meh lol it’s dumb I think lol 

"Ugh, Lucifer," you sighed as you let yourself fall onto your bed after a long day. Feeling for your phone on your soft covers you sigh out loud once more.

" What does he think he is doing?" you ask yourself as you finally feel the icy edge of your phone.

Unlocking it without looking you then open the message he had sent you.

 I'm picking you up at 8:30 next Thursday for dinner. Put on something nice. Miss you - Lu 

"As if I had anything nice," you grumble as you gently touch his pact mark on the side of your neck. "Idiot" you huff as you trace the outline before getting an idea.

 Inhaling deeply you close your eyes as you let your fingers caress a pact mark over your heart, feeling the warmth from it glowing you smile before whispering to yourself.

 "I will literally RIP-" Asmodeus started before noticing where he was. +

Letting out a deep annoyed groan he turns into his demon form before clearing his throat and swirls around, "Which mortal dares to call upon the avatar of Lust." 

"I'd say someone that needs help from the BADDEST BITCH IN  ALL THREE REALMS!", you chimed, jumping out of your bed only to collide against Asmodeus who ran up to hug you. Hugging and squealing you both exchanged hugs and I miss you's.

 "Soooo who is he???", Asmodeus asked as he held your hands. 

"You are so dumb! Lucifer asked me out for dinner and I obviously have nothing to wear or a sliver of an idea how my make-up and hair will look like and and ughhhhhh", you explained only to feel Asmodeus peck you onto your lips. 

"Honey, you called the perfect demon and don't you dare think I will go easy on you we are doing the full program," Asmodeus said excitedly squeezing your hands gently. 

"Will you be a treasure and help me the day of?" you begged, squeezing back 

"Duh, I don't half-ass anything. As soon as you have time, call for me and we will get things ready!", the petite demon giggled, wrapping his arms around your neck. 

---

After a week of visiting almost all stores in all three realms, going to a seamstress and visiting more than one beauty parlor, Thursday had come quicker than expected.

"I brought everything," Asmodeus chirped happily as he hung a large bag onto the back of the door. Looking at its content, Asmodeus dramatically huffed. "I am so hurt that we don't have the same size or else I would steal this," 

Grabbing you by the waist, Asmodeus guided you to the vanity he had set up. 

"Lucky for me because I wouldn't have anything to wear tonight," you laughed taking a sip of your water as you were met with silence you looked into the mirror only to watch him run his fingers through your freshly washed hair. 

"I can't wait to see what you look like later," Asmodeus mumbled before pressing a kiss onto your cheek, "Let's get started we only have a few hours left,”

---

 As Asmodeus helped you into your dress, you both heard a knock at the door. "Yes?", you called out as Asmodeus closed your zipper.

 "It's me Yuki," Yuki called "Can I come in?" 

"Uh... yeah sure I am decent," you called while Asmodeus ran his hands over your curves making sure the corset underneath would not leave any lines. 

"I can't have you going outside looking like a -" Yuki rambled, entering the room suddenly choking on his words as he saw you. 

"I'm not completely done but pretty much done. I guess?" you chuckled nervously as Yuki approached you to touch the fabric out of the demon realm. 

"This fabric is perfect for you... but something is missing..." he mumbled walking around you before running out of the room. 

"Is he okay? I mean I put the outfit together it needs nothing else," Asmodeus huffed folding his arms as you squished his face. 

"Just wait and see what he thinks is missing.." you teased while he helped you close the clasps of your heels. Bursting back into your room, Yuki held up a golden belt. 

"This!" he panted, instructing you to stand up so he could wrap it loosely around your waist. 

"This looks like Lucifer's, to be honest," Asmodeus said as he watched the young boy make a knot into the belt. 

Walking back Yuki stood next to Asmodeus "Perfect" both whispered in unison 

“Ready to show her off?”, Asmodeus asked Yuki. 

“Ready when you are,” Yuki grinned as both boys exited the room before you. 

“So since everyone is here in the living room, Hey Lucifer, it’s time to show off our favorite person.” Asmodeus sang as you stood around the corner. 

“I already know that all of you won’t know how to behave when she comes around the corner” Yuki sighed defeated shaking his head. 

“Bet!”, Banri called out 

“You never know how to act right, shut up,” Sakyo said hitting Banri upside the head making Juza chuckle. 

“Please don’t start reciting a poem,” Azuma teased nudging Homare who just woke Hisoka and Belphegor up with marshmallows.

“I can not determine when inspiration hit’s me,” Homare sang. 

“I hope inspiration hits him unconscious,” Itaru mumbled focused on his phone playing against Levi as Omi leaned against the wall. 

“I am kind of excited,” Tsumugi said as he put his head into his hands while a grape flew into Beelzebub's mouth behind him. 

“OI, non of ya creeps are going to look at ‘er!”, Mammon said jumping up from his seat only to be hit in the face with a book from Satan “You are the biggest creep now sit down dumbass,” 

“Why are you guys even here? I don’t remember inviting you,” Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temples.

“I bet she looks like a triangle!”, Misumi called out, making you giggle around the corner as everything went silent. 

“What the-” Masumi asked.

“Why am I cursed with these people,” Sakyo sighed as Lucifer patted him on the back, “I ask myself the same every day,”

"Come in," Asmodeus whispered while Yuki waved for you to come out. 

Taking one last nervous breath, you gently placed one foot in front of the other, your black heels clicking against the wooden floor.

Rounding the corner, you made your way to the middle of it. Feeling the men’s eyes follow the movement of your hips, you felt as if the already quiet room had suddenly become even quieter. 

Stopping next to Asmodeus and Yuki you nervously shifted your weight onto one leg, stretching out the other. The men’s eyes grew wide as they watched it splitting the gown allowing them to peak at the semi-sheer black thigh high stocking that was held up by a garter belt, disappearing under the Bordeaux red fabric, draped over your body. Mouthes dropped as eyes followed your curves, which the corset underneath accentuated as you fidgeted with your necklace while you clenched onto your purse with your free hand. 

Looking over all their faces to see a sliver of reaction, you noticed a marshmallow tumble out of Hisoka's Open mouth. Slowly placing one foot in front of the other you walked over to him smiling as you bent over.

Your hair falling forwards as you looked him into the eye you wiped some fluff from the corner of his cheek before placing your finger into your mouth licking off the sweet gooey candy from your finger.

"You look so cute when you look at me like that." You sighed as you ran your fingers through his hair before cupping his face, his usually half-closed eye now wide open.

".... pretty.." he mumbled as he kept his eye locked on yours. 

Flashing a smile, you picked up the marshmallow, wanting to put it back into his mouth. After refusing you bit off half of it smiling before hovering the piece close to his mouth. Almost in a trance, he opened his mouth, allowing you to feed him the remaining half.

"Good boy..." you giggled, stroking his cheek.

Looking up you check the clock noticing you have some time left before you had to leave, catching Omi's eye and mouthing you asked if Hisoka had already eaten dinner. Shaking his head, you wink at him indicating that he should make a bowl for Hisoka.

"Do you want to eat dinner love?" You cooed 

"No...."

Your lips knowingly curled into a smile before you ask again  " Do you want to eat with me?"

Seeing his eye look back and forth between yours, he nodded. Motioning for Omi to bring the bowl of food you sat down on the table in front of him.

Holding the bowl you gently blew onto the food before hovering the spoon in front of him, as expected he shook his head denying the warm meal on the spoon. Remembering what had happened seconds before, you ate first before scooping up another portion.

"Now be a good boy.." you mumbled, watching as he opened his mouth ready to eat from the same spoon.

"He...he's actually eating ..." Banri whispered, impressed as everyone watched you feed yourself and then Hisoka.

After emptying the bowl, you gently placed it next to you before leaning towards him.

"Such a good boy, you ate everything up," you tittered surprised at the fact that all you had to do to get him to eat healthily was to share your food.

"...kiss" Hisoka demanded as he watched you get up from the table you sat on. Giggling you bent over your noses almost touching as you fixed him with your eyes.

"Where?" you asked in a hushed tone.

You watched as Hisoka pointed at his lips, slightly parting them as he looked up. Smirking, you traced the outline of his face with your fingertips.

"You sneaky boy." you chuckled before pressing your soft lips against the ivory skin of his cheek, holding the kiss for a few seconds longer than you should.

"You're so cute when you look at me like that." you purred into his ear.

“We got to go,” Lucifer snapped impatiently

Looking into Hisoka’s deep green eyes once more, you watched as his cheeks turned a softer shade of pink as he sat in silence next to Homare. Turning to leave, you suddenly felt a hand wrap around your wrist and tug you back.

"Don't go..." He said roughly as you lost your balance on your heels plopping down into his lap. You noticed the murmurs of the others watching suddenly became louder.

Surprised by his reaction you cooed, "But I have to Lucifer invited me after all, " 

Looking over at Lucifer squinted his eyes before wrapping an arm around your waist  "No... Not with him."

Watching Lucifer narrow his eyes you laughed, "Well with whom else? " 

Silence filled the room before you heard him mutter one word that made your heart skip a beat

"Me" 

[thehopefuldandelion]

Sleep, Unnecessary Sleep.

So uh I’m currently studying for a bio test tomorrow and decided to write a short drabble bc I haven’t written anything in awhile.

Everlark.

All characters belong to Susanne Collins.

All mistakes are mine. Enjoy:)

***

“Katniss, wake up.”

The girl of 18 lifts her head from the wooden, stained desk. She is tired. And not just the tired when you have been at school all day, but the tiredness that follows you like a thief. The kind of tired that wraps you in a warm cloak and coos you to sleep. Her face has indents most likely from the stack of papers on her desk explaining the difference between meiosis and mitosis and packed with Punnett squares.

“Katniss...get...up,” the small voice grunts as she tries to pull her sister out of the grey office chair.

“Ughhhhhhhhhhh,” Katniss groans, “Do I have too?”

She receives no reply and suspects Prim has already left the room. Sluggishly, Katniss Everdeen ambles to her cluttered room, turning on the light blindly.

After getting dressed,in sweatpants and a t-shirt(of course), she eats breakfast and pushes herself out the door. The walk to school isn’t terribly long but not having a car to drive as a senior sucks. That leaves her 2 options, the bus(ugh) or walking. “Oh well”, she thinks to herself.

***

“Brainless, did you go to hell and come back?”, her friend, Johanna, asks sarcastically.

Ignoring her, Katniss reaches her locker, in all its pukish brown glory, and reaches in to grab some books. She fells strong, muscular arms wrap around her slender frame, fingers interlocking. This makes her give off a jubilant smile.

“Hey, babe,” someone with an almost gravelly voice mumbles into her shoulder. She feels feather-like kisses on her neck making her want to moan in delight.

Katniss Everdeen, the ice queen, literally melts in his arms. She smells fresh bread and cinnamon causing her mouth to water. As she turns around, she sees those floppy blonde curls and crystal blue eyes, drawing her in.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says.

“Hey, handsome,” she replies.

Before he says anything else she stops his lips with a kiss. He then reaches down and grabs a paper bag almost leaking oils and she immediately knows that he brought her cheese buns, her favorite. Giving him a light peck, she snatches the bag and runs through the hall, laughing emphatically as she went. Katniss reaches into the bag and pulls out a gooey cheese bun, savoring it’s taste as soon as it reaches her mouth. She was definitely in love with these buns.

He reaches her and spins her around, causing Katniss to almost drop her pastry. She taps his nose as punishment and then wraps her fingers around his.

He kisses the side of her head and then pauses before saying something. “Did you sleep well last night, Katniss?”

“No, of course Mrs. Trinkett dropped a test bomb on us yesterday,” she said with exhaustion in her voice.

“Aw, I’m sorry, love.”

“It’s ok.”

“Thanks for walking me to class.”

“Of course, Katniss. See you at lunch,” he says with a short kiss on the forehead.

***

When lunch rolls around, Katniss finds him under the oak tree. She crawls into his lap and nuzzles his neck.

“I wish I could freeze this moment forever,” he says.

“Mhmm,” Katniss replies while dozing into a sweet sleep.

An hour later, he wakes her up with a languid kiss and tells her it’s time to go to next period.

As Katniss opens her eyes, she knows that the man in front of her, her Peeta, is her soulmate. She simply can’t imagine life without him. Peeta. Even the name sounds captivating rolling off her lips. Not only did she catch up on sleep, but she was with the man she loved. The object of her desire. Her heart’s devotion.

No matter how tired she was, one thing was for certain, she was his and he was hers.

And that’s all that matters.

[humansofstarshollow]

I have a really funny head canon of rory and Paris trying weed together in college. Like an episode where they realize that everyone around them has smoked weed except for them and they start to wonder if they’re doing college wrong (like the spring break episode). And like when they buy it Paris is really weird and intense about it bc she doesn’t know what she’s doing. And then they try it together and walk around campus and talk and eat a lot of junk food.

[long post]

“Rory, i found it!”

“Do i even wanna know what you’re talking about?”

“I found,” the blonde replies before suddenly dropping her voice, “the thing.”

“I understand i should be catching an implied hint there but, honestly, I don’t. And I suspect it’s not due to the post-modern french poetry paper I should be writing, right now.”

“I found a guy,” Paris repeats, “he’s technically Marty’s roommate’s classmate but still. Marty assured me he’s reliable.”

“Pariiiis.”

“I have pot,” Paris finally admits, in a whisper.

“Wait, what?”

“Remember how we talked about it a couple of weeks ago?”

“It was more of an acknowledgement that either of us has never smoked before.”

“That. But we’re in college now and we should be experiencing everything before we get old and boring.”

“Geez, way to lift the mood.”

———

“Okay, okay,” Paris mumbles, sitting in the middle of the floor after making sure that all curtains are closed and doors locked, “how do we go about this, then?”

“I- why are you asking me? I’ve never smoked anything in my life ever, before.”

“Oh, come on,” Paris scoffs, “you’re the daughter of the rebel one.”

“Watch it, Geller.”

“Shush. You know i love Lorelai. But there are higher chances of you knowing how to proceed than I -and you know I’m right.”

“Sorry to break it to you, but I really don’t. Apart from what I’ve seen in movies and such.”

“Fine. I’ll do a google research and be right back.”

“Paris, i think we can just swing it.”

“This is our health we’re talking about, Rory! So, no. We’re not gonna swing it. “

———

“Okay.”

“Was your research fruitful, then?”

“You’ll thank me later, when you’re not dead in a ditch.”

“This is New Haven, Paris.”

———

“Why the hell are you freaking out? Haven’t you done the whole thorough research thing?”

“I have. But this is weed.”

“We’ve established that.”

“I am afraid of how it’ll affect me.”

“Hunger, sleepiness or over excitement, loss of boundaries.”

“Accelerated heartbeats.”

“Extreme calmness.”

“Vision issues.”

“Possible arousal.”

“I-“

“Good thing it’s just you and I, in the safety of our own private rooms.”

———

“Rory, no! You’re doing it wrong!”

“Paris, it’s really not rocket science.”

“The youtube videos says to roll it on the other direction.”

“It’s fine, i promise.”

“But-“

“I’ve got this,” Rory reassures, while trying to roll a decent enough joint, “put the filter, place the weed, lick, roll. Done! See?”

“But the video-“

“The rolling direction won’t affect the ultimate result.”

———

“I feel all gooey and warm inside..” Paris slowly says, from her spot on the floor, back pressed against the footboard of the bed.

“That was to be expected,” Rory replies, calmly, “I do wonder why am I feeling like playing badminton, though.”

“Eh, you’re not half-bad at it, if I recollect the chilton years right.”

———

“Okay, pizza is on the way and so is thai and tacos.”

“God bless the technological era we’re living in.”

“I know right? How did people do it before?”

“They probably stocked their pantries and ventured outside.”

“Ugh. Gross.”

“Speaking of- cheeze it and twinkies good with you?”

“Sure. Can you also grab me some cherry gatorade?”

“Sorry, we’re out.”

“Ughhh.”

“Gotta settle for the best of the best, i guess,” Rory chuckles, “the real deal aka The Blue Gatorade. Holy Grail of beverages.”

“I’m far too gone to be having this discussion again. Just know you’re wrong.”

———

“What do you mean we fucking ran out of coffee?”

“I- do you want me to draw you a diagram?”

“This is no time for jokes, Paris.”

“It’s no big deal. Let’s just stop by the on campus 24/7 store.”

“How the hell are you so chill about this? We’re high and you’re suggesting that we go out, in public. And attempt to purchase stuff.”

“The fact that you’re using words like attempt and purchase should be sign enough that you’ll be able to handle that without making a fool of yourself,” Paris states, “and, well, coffee.”

“For the coffee.”

———

“We’re never doing this ever again.”

“Oh, we most definitely are not.”

“And we’re never speaking of it, ever.”

“Uh..”

“Oh my gosh.”

“What?! My mom called to ask if we were going to be visiting for the dance marathon.”

“And couldn’t you just, I don’t know, not reveal that we smoked pot?”

“I’ll have you know that she’s just receptive like that. I haven’t told her.”

“Sometimes i hate your mom. And you.”

“No you don’t.”

“No I don’t.”

[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

Witcher Crew and Reader have a bonfire maybe? Modern or Canon is totally up to you, i just think singing campfire songs, drinking, and roasting food is a fun wholesome time and ugh now I want a bonfire. Also, relationships/platonic is up to you as well. Theyre all wonderful

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Friendship Is Magic Word Count: 958 Rating: G Taglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak​ @whatevermonkey​ @mycat-is-mylove @mynamesoundslikesherlock​ @kemmastan​ @magic-multicolored-miracle​ @writingstudent​ @mlleecrivaine​ @coffee-and-stories​ @amirahiddleston​ @ultracolorfulnerdcollection​ @astouract​ @your-not-invisible-to-me @daydreamer-in-training @morelikebyesexual a/n: I would also love a bonfire. I’ve only been to one and it was weird cuz I barely knew anyone. Someday I will try again!

The towering fire bathed your skin in warmth and a soft, golden glow. The sound of wood crackling and burning was so loud it nearly drowned out the sound of Jaskier’s singing. He sat well back from the fire, fearful that errant sparks might catch on his guitar, but even from where he sat he could feel the fire’s warmth. The bonfire had been your idea and you were still shocked that Geralt had agreed. Usually any side trips were meant to happen for the sole purpose of resting and then carrying on your way, but he had conceded when you asked. Well, asked was maybe misleading. You may have suggested that it was practically illegal to pass by the coast without having a good bonfire, especially after you’d learned that both Jaskier and Ciri had yet to experience one. You’d stopped by a little gas station on the way, overpaying for hot dogs and buns and s’more ingredients which thoroughly baffled Geralt. Once at the site you’d helped gather sticks and Yennefer set them ablaze swiftly. The mage now sat next to the witcher on the other side of the bonfire, also gazing appreciatively at it and also listening to Jaskier’s music which you could only tell by the way they swayed or tapped their feet slightly in tune.

“It’s strangely pretty,” Ciri remarked. You looked to the side where the girl sat with her hands clasped around her legs, chin resting on her knees as she gazed at the bonfire.

“I think so,” you mused.

“Y/N,” Geralt’s voice called. You walked over to his side of the bonfire, Ciri following and Jaskier pausing his singing to join, making sure he wasn’t left out of whatever was going on.

“Yes?” you asked.

“Is there a certain time one is supposed to eat the things we bought? It’s your strange American ritual,” he said. You rolled your eyes and gave him a wry smile.

“Oh because in Britain they don’t have things like fire or marshmallows,” you teased.

“Hmm.”

“No we can have it anytime but first we have to find the right sticks,” you explained. Ciri wrinkled her nose in disgust and confusion.

“Sticks?”

“Yeah! Some people use metal skewers but it’s not the same,” you insisted. The girl threw her hands up in surrender but you could see a dubious look remained in place.

“Does this work?” Jaskier asked, holding up a thing branch he’d scavenged. You considered it carefully.

“No it needs to be a bit thicker. Come on, we’ll find some.”

Geralt and Yennefer stayed by the fire as the three of you wandered off, Yen smiling serenely as Ciri’s laughter floated above the crackling.

“It was sweet of you to agree,” she said, giving Geralt a soft look. He glanced at her sideways, a small smile turning up the corner of his mouth as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close, fending off the chill from the ocean that was carried over on a breeze.

“Ciri should have these experiences,” he said simply.

“Oh yes, just Ciri. No one else who missed out on them,” Yennefer teased. He didn’t dignify the remark with an answer but she saw the way his amber eyes lit up with interest when Ciri came into view, triumphantly thrusting a small bundle of sticks into the sky.

It didn’t take long before the five of you were huddled together, hot dogs skewered on sticks, the smell of cooking meat now joining the smoke and salt water.

“What’s in one of these?” Jaskier asked.

“Some questions we don’t ask, Jaskier,” you replied enigmatically. He blanched slightly but Ciri giggled.

“I saw the packaging. It said it was 100% beef,” she pointed out.

“Oh darn,” you sighed, “You saw through my clever ruse. I had you going there for a minute though.”

“Just for that I may not even play you the song I wrote just for this evening,” Jaskier replied with a haughty sniff, quickly pulling his hot dog out of the fire at the sight of a nice char forming on it.

“Oh gods no nothing but that,” Geralt said dryly.

Jaskier’s threats were empty though and as soon as he’d finished his hot dog (which he compared to a sumptuous feast fit for a king, he took up his guitar and began playing a song about a summer’s evening and a roaring fire. You were pretty sure the part about the hot dogs was improvised but he didn’t miss a beat and you nearly nodded off until Ciri said,

“What were the marshmallows for?”

Your eyes snapped open and you quickly speared a mallow onto every stick (even Geralt’s though he protested that he didn’t like sweets). The smell of caramelizing sugar as the marshmallows roasted was mouthwatering and you enjoyed watching to see how done people enjoyed theirs. Ciri was impatient and pulled hers out after it was barely golden, quickly mashing it onto the chocolate and graham crackers and taking a big bite before anyone else’s had finished. The look of sheer bliss on her face sealed things for Geralt and he took his next, some flecks of burnt sugar on it in places. You and Jaskier pulled yours out at the same time and in the end Yennefer’s was the most charred and gooey. As soon as he finished eating Jaskier pulled out a notebook and you knew he was writing a new song inspired by the food you’d had. Five minutes later as you lay on your back gazing up at the stars he began to play and you fell asleep lulled by the warm fire, full stomach, and Jaskier’s voice proclaiming the virtues of the humble mallow.

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @cryptomoon!

Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy!

Read on AO3

*****

Figure it Out

Stiles didn’t run into the sheriff’s department so much as stomp, carrying a bat and duffle bag filled with supplies of every kind—ranging from cold medicine to chains in cases of accidental lycanthropy.

Jordan met him by the front desk. “He’s in his office,” he said tersely. “We don’t know what’s going on, but he hasn’t spoken a word all day, he’s forwarding all calls to the rest of us, and then forty minutes ago…” He showed Stiles his phone. “He sent this.”

“He’s sending out memos?” Stiles nodded. “Okay. Keep everyone away from his office. If you don’t hear anything in ten, I might need backup.” He checked his duffle—the cold and flu meds were at the top, mixed in with tissues and large wound gauze pads and suture kits, sequestered away from the wolfsbane and mountain ash in sealed jars.

“Got it.” Jordan retreated to where the rest of the deputies were hovering.

Stiles squared his shoulders and went into the office marked “Sheriff”.

John was at his desk, reading glasses perched on his nose while he squinted at his computer. He glanced up when Stiles walked in and winced.

“What’s going on?” Stiles demanded. “What happened?”

His dad’s face sort of…twitched, mouth opening as if to respond, before he twisted his lips and grabbed a pen.

“Oh my god. Okay. Just—write it down and tell me—is it a cold, or some horrible injury? Did you sell your voice to a sea witch?”

John made a face at him and held up the paper he’d been writing on. ‘NOT A COLD. I CAN STILL TALK. MIGHT HAVE ENCOUNTERED A WITCH.’

“Well, good to know you write just like you text,” he muttered. “Okay, if you can still talk, why don’t you? And how do you know you encountered a witch?”

John sighed wearily, like these were unnecessary and inconvenient questions.

Stiles threw his hands up. “Okay, how?”

John turned his monitor around; he had the department security footage pulled up. The timestamp on the screen was from around 7 that morning. John was at a desk helping a woman with some paperwork, smiling as he spoke to her. Nothing unusual happened until she was leaving, when she shook his hand for a second too long and he flinched before she let go.

John tapped the desk, drawing Stiles’s attention to his newest note. ‘AFTER THAT, I TOOK A CALL AND THIS HAPPENED.’ He sighed heavily and lifted his office wastebasket.

It was brimming with flowers of all colors and types, some crushed, others whole.

“Uh…hang on.” Stiles frowned at the flowers. “Flowers appear when you talk?”

John grimaced, shook his head, and sighed again. “Not…exactly,” he said, fumbling over the lily that fell from his mouth. Something thunked heavily onto his desk with it. He lifted a small, red gem and showed Stiles.

Stiles’s jaw hung open like a broken hinge. “Uh, uh…okay. Wait, hang on, I need…backup…” Scott was out of town, Lydia was busy… He grimaced and poked his head out of John’s office. “Hey, Jordan could you get—buh!”

Derek crossed his arms, glowering at Stiles from beside the door.

“What, do you just eavesdrop everywhere?”

Derek’s eyes narrowed; he was somewhat rumpled, though he still wore that damn uniform well.

Ugh. “Fine, since you’re here anyway, I need your…help. Come on.”

Derek sighed through his nose and followed Stiles into the office.

Stiles flapped a hand back at Derek. “Show him the video, maybe we can find her with his-”

John was scribbling furiously before Stiles even finished speaking. ‘HE GAVE HER THE TICKET I WAS HELPING HER WITH.’

Stiles whipped around, but Derek was gaping, too. “How did you not know this?”

Derek shrugged, looking incredibly uncomfortable.

“Okay, I don’t—I don’t understand, are you both cursed? I mean, why not curse the guy who gave you a ticket instead of the guy helping you with it?”

Derek looked at John sharply, brows furrowed.

John gestured limply at the flowers.

Derek frowned harder.

Stiles yanked at his hair. “I haven’t heard of this curse, what is it doing to you? Oh, god, what if it-”

“He isn’t cursed,” Derek said suddenly, “I am.” As he spoke, no less than three lizards tumbled from his mouth. He caught them before they hit the ground, clutching them in folded fingers.

Stiles dropped his hands as a memory stirred from the deep recesses of his brain, the pieces slotting together like a puzzle. He felt his mouth twitch, fought it, and ultimately lost. He laughed his ass off. “Oh my god,” he gasped. “Derek, you were so rude to a witch that she gave you the curse of Toads.” He snickered and looked at John. “And you were apparently so nice she gave you the opposite. It’s a fairy tale curse,” he said, voice trembling. “Dad, you’re the Nice Daughter,” he giggled.

One of the lizards escaped Derek’s grasp and Stiles started laughing again.

“If you don’t stop,” Derek snarled, spewing frogs, “I swear, I’m going to-” He hiccupped out a python and fell silent.

“This is no laughing matter,” John tried, nuggets of gold and silver scattering over his desk. “We can’t exactly wander around like this.” Emeralds, sapphires, and roses dropped into the pile of gold and silver. “I don’t know enough ASL to get by for long.”

Stiles wiped his eyes. “Fine, fine, don’t get all worked up.” He bit his lip to keep from laughing again; the office was filled with flowers and lizards, gems and frogs. It was amazing. “Just…don’t talk. Give me the witch’s info so I can try to figure out how to break this curse.”

John wrote, ‘TAKE DEREK WITH YOU.’

“I got it, I don’t need help.”

Derek snorted.

Stiles glared at him. “Hey, she cursed you. I doubt seeing you is going to give her the warm and fuzzies.”

Derek lifted a brow and smirked, wide and arrogant.

Unimpressed, Stiles drawled, “I said warm and fuzzies, not hot and gooeys. She clearly doesn’t like you. If I take you with, she’ll probably make your curse worse or get pissed off.”

John dropped his head in his hands.

“I am coming with you,” Derek growled, enunciating carefully. Snakes slipped from his mouth.

“Fine, fine, just—stop.” Stiles looked around. “Uh, let’s, um, go get the witch’s address. You have that from her license, right?”

Derek nodded, so Stiles hustled him out.

“Hey, what about these-” John coughed, and something thumped heavily.

“I’m sure animal control can help, Dad, good luck!” He shoved at Derek’s shoulder to get him moving faster.

Darian Vanderpo, the witch, lived in one of the nicer suburbs in Beacon Hills and drove a red sports car.

Stiles tsked lightly. “I’m guessing she was going about eighty in a forty?”

Derek nodded seriously.

“And then, while giving her the ticket, you were lecturing her about the dangers of hurtling around in a three thousand pound hunk of metal and gasoline?”

He nodded again. “Road safety isn’t a joke!” he snapped, and two lizards scampered free.

Stiles snorted. “That’s so funny coming from you. Catch them,” he added, pointing at the lizards. “I’ll be right back.”

“Stiles-!”

He jumped out, slamming the door on Derek’s swearing. He fully expected the witch to dramatically sense him and appear on the front porch or something, so when he made it to the door unimpeded, he was a little surprised, unsure. He knocked, because what else was he supposed to do?

“Ugh, what?” The door swung open, revealing a glowering woman with a robe on, her nose red and chafed, eyes watering.

“Uh…” Stiles glanced back and swore when he saw Derek coming. “You—you cursed my, er, friend. You need to undo it.”

She stalked toward him.

He narrowed his eyes, ready to meet her nose to nose, and was thrown unceremoniously to the yard.

“I don’t have to do shit. Get off my lawn.”

Derek helped Stiles to his feet, fangs bared.

Stiles glared at her. “You can’t just go around cursing people because you’re mad you didn’t get your way.”

“Why not?” She grinned and lifted a hand.

Derek shoved Stiles out of the way, knocking him into the grass again, and braced his legs.

Darian pursed her lips, gaze flicking between them. She rolled her eyes and pulled a tissue out of her pocket, wiping her nose. “Ugh, whatever. If you bring me the ingredients for the counter curse, I’ll break it.”

Stiles got up, carefully testing his bruised hip before putting weight on it. He shot Derek a dark look. “What are they?”

“Just three things.” She fluttered the fingers of her free hand; a rolled up piece of paper dropped into her palm. “Here. Bring these to me, and I’ll break the curse.”

Derek took a step, but she backed away, glaring.

Stiles took it from her. “On my dad, too?”

Her brows furrowed. “Your dad?”

Fuck. “The sheriff.”

Her face cleared. “That isn’t a curse. It’s a blessing.”

“Uh-huh…”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, that, too. But I’m insulted.” She stomped back to her house. At the slam of her door, Stiles found himself in the jeep, seated in the driver’s seat clutching the paper she’d given them, as if he’d never gotten out.

Derek was in the backseat, strapped in with three seatbelts. “Shut up,” he muttered when Stiles laughed at him. A frog landed in his lap.

Stiles texted John that he and Derek were handling it and drove back to his place. He was dying to read the ingredients, but he had a feeling Darian wasn’t the most patient of witches, and she’d made it pretty clear that she wanted them away from her.

Stiles shooed Derek to the couch. “Stay there, don’t talk, I’ll be three seconds.” He ran to the bathroom for the mop bucket he kept with his cleaning supplies, and thrust it against Derek’s chest. “There. Keep your critters contained.”

“Thanks,” he muttered.

Stiles unrolled the paper and started reading. “‘Bathe in living water, and once cleansed, collect Nerites’ shield. Dry it out in the light of the moon.’” He looked up, frowning, but Derek gestured impatiently for him to go on. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the paper. “I can’t read the rest.” He tilted the page, squinting.

Derek snatched the paper out of his hands. Instead of trying to read it, he lifted it to his face. He scoffed and thrust it back at Stiles. “She spelled it. We probably have to complete the first thing before we can read the rest.” He caught a toad before it could escape the bucket.

“Great. What the fuck is Nerites’ shield?” He pulled out his phone and leaned against the side of the couch, tapping quickly. “He’s a shellfish,” he muttered. “That’d have to be abalone, wouldn’t it?”

Derek blinked at him, then smirked. “I forgot how quick you are at that.” He grimaced deeply as more frogs came loose.

“Uh-huh. Here’s hoping that’s actually what she meant. Let me go get you some water.” Stiles left the room at a quick clip, filling a cup at the dispenser, and fortifying himself. “Okay, frog mouth, let’s get to work.”

Derek glared at him.

“What? We’ve got to go to the ocean, get a shell, and dry it out in the light of the moon. So we have to get it before dark,” he explained slowly, annoyed. “So it can dry all night.”

“Oh. Alright.” The lizard that scampered out with those words had blood on it this time.

Stiles caught it. “Did you bite him?” he demanded, but it didn’t have any visible injuries.

Derek shook his head, looking puzzled.

Stiles released it into the bucket. “Come on,” he said slowly. “We should go so we have time.” He updated John and checked that he was doing okay before they hit the road.

They swung by Derek’s apartment so he could change, then headed out of town with towels, the paper, and Derek’s newly emptied bucket.

The beach was fairly empty when they arrived—considering it was December and about 53 degrees, this wasn’t that surprising.

“This is going to suck,” Stiles muttered as they walked out into the sand.

Derek shook his head. “I’ll get in the water. You’ll freeze,” he added.

“I can handle it. Besides, I think I’m supposed to do it. She wouldn’t let you take it, remember?”

“She doesn’t like me, and I’m a werewolf she just cursed. She was probably worried I’d rip her throat out.”

“Well…”

He glowered.

Stiles patted his shoulder. “You stay up here so you can warm me up when I get out, lizard lips.”

“I hope you step on seaweed,” Derek hissed.

Stiles laughed as he yanked his shoes off. “Well, you’ll certainly know if I do. The code word will be, “Argh!” and I will levitate.” He tossed his shirt on his socks and shoes, followed by his jeans. “Oh, god, this is going to suck.” He sucked in a huge breath, embraced the goosebumps all over his body, and ran. “Oh, holy motherfucking balls,” he cursed as he hit the water, but he didn’t let himself stop. “Dear purple licking son of a bitching hag, oh my god, I hope she suffocates on her own snot.” He got in up to his ribs and dunked himself under, then looked back at the shore. Derek was bent over his knees, laughing and just pouring reptiles and toads from his face.

“Dick!” Stiles shouted. He was shivering so hard, his jaw didn’t want to open, so he took the opportunity to wonder how long he had to stay in the water. The paper had just said “bathe”. He halfheartedly went under again, longer so that his hair was fully saturated, then bounced back up. He shuddered, swearing, and wiped water out of his eyes. Now he just had to miraculously find an abalone shell. Sure. Did it need to be whole? There were plenty of fractured ones around.

He spent three minutes searching, then started back to shore. “I’ll t-try again later, I’m too c-cold. I have to—ow!” He’d stepped on something. Without pausing to think, he curled his toes around it and lifted it to his pruned, half-frozen hands. “Yes!”

On shore, Derek grabbed a towel and ran for the water. He met Stiles in the shallows, wrapping him up tight in a warm towel.

“How’d you keep it so warm?” he wondered dazedly, letting Derek usher him to the jeep.

“I put it under my shirt.” He shoved Stiles into the jeep and cranked the heat.

Stiles used the edge of the towel to wipe his eyes. “I got the shell, go get the paper.” He sniffled. “I can’t believe how easily I found that shell, that was awesome.”

Derek just nodded. He flipped another towel over Stiles’s head, scrubbing over his hair for a second before grabbing the paper and unrolling it. “Says-”

A frog landed on Stiles’s lap, making him flinch. “Dude! Where’s your bucket?”

He grimaced and backed away, holding the instructions out to him.

Stiles took the paper between two fingers. “‘Burn jasmine, bay, and wintergreen, waft in circular motions, and put ashes into moon-dried shell.’ So we have to wait until after it’s dry.”

Derek held his hands up near his mouth. “We could go get the herbs we need now so when we can use them, we have them.” He dumped all of the critters into the bucket at his feet.

Stiles nodded. “Let me get dressed, there’s one of those new age-y incense shops up the road, next to that gas station that should have all of those.” He squeezed the towel tighter around himself for a moment before throwing it off.

They decided to stay near the beach, just in case the third set of instructions required anything nearby. They put the shell on the hood of the jeep and Derek made an illegal campfire for them to keep warm as it got dark. This left them in awkward silence, eating from family sized bags of Doritos and fending off the seagulls brave enough to try to take Derek’s food.

Stiles wasted time texting John an update, filling Scott in, and browsing social media, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t multitask, and it was awkward just sitting there. “So…how’re things as a deputy?”

Derek lifted his brows.

Stiles shrugged. “It’s just weird, seeing you with a real, actual job, let alone as law enforcement.”

“Thanks,” he said dryly.

“You didn't exactly make a good first impression, you set the bar pretty low.”

“While you decided to throw the whole bar out.”

Stiles sneered at him. “Can’t fail to meet expectations if there aren’t any.”

Derek laughed. “Don’t be stupid, you don’t fail at anything.” He turned away swiftly, flicking a Dorito at a seagull.

Stiles looked down, smiling to himself.

They took turns napping in the jeep until, while Derek was sleeping, dawn began to creep up on them. Stiles figured he’d leave Derek to sleep while he was burning them and grabbed the herbs. He’d bundled them together after they’d bought them, so he just snatched the lighter he kept in his duffle and crept away from the jeep. He glanced back, but Derek was still asleep in the passenger seat, head tipped against the glass, fogging up the window.

Stiles lit the bundle and grabbed the shell. He flipped it over so the cupped part was facing upwards and began wafting. They didn’t burn as quickly as he’d expected, a slow smolder with lots of smoke, which made it easy for him to follow the circles with the shell, catching the ashes as he went.

They were half burned when Derek lurched out of the jeeps, boots sliding in the sand, and caught Stiles around the waist, yanking him off balance and burning the tips of his fingers.

“Hey, quit it!” He managed to keep from spilling the ashes by planting his feet. “What’re you doing? Stop!”

Derek let go, panting, and stepped around in front of him. He glanced at the burning herbs in his hand. “What the hell, Stiles,” he snapped.

“Excuse me, did you want to keep spitting up pythons for the rest of your life?”

His nose twitched, but he didn’t respond.

Stiles looked at the smoldering herbs in his hand, burning toward his already overheated fingertips. “Oh. Sorry. I thought you’d sleep through it.” He avoided Derek’s gaze by focusing on wafting the smoke in circles.

Derek muttered something and stalked away.

Stiles tapped the last of the ashes into the shell and leaned into the jeep to put it in a cup holder so they wouldn’t blow away. He caught up to Derek by the water, shoving his hands deep into his hoodie pockets. “Hey, I’m sorry. I thought I could get it done before you woke up.”

Derek shook his head. “Thanks. I was confused,” he added defensively, and a lizard fell from his mouth. They watched it scamper over his boot and then out of sight. “That’s all.”

Stiles nodded. “Yeah, totally. You were sleeping, couldn’t have known.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Let’s go get that third ingredient so you can throw away your promising future career of providing the entire reptilian cast for Snakes on a Plane 2.”

Derek kicked water at him, making him howl with fury, and raced him back to the jeep.

The paper was stashed in the middle console, rolled up around a pen. Stiles glanced over it and grunted.

“What?” Derek caught the frog before it could hit the ground.

“‘River clay mixed with the blood of the gatherer. Mix with the ashes and put all in the shell.’ Ugh, I knew I was gonna have to do something gross for this.”

“Why you?” Derek snapped.

“Blood of the gatherer, dude. I got the shell, I bought the herbs—and I’ll definitely be getting the river clay.” He glowered at the instructions. “Gross. At least it probably doesn’t need much blood.”

“No,” Derek muttered, “wouldn’t want that.” He sputtered slightly over a little green snakes with red spatters all over it.

Stiles stiffened, eyeing it while Derek didn’t seem to notice or care. “Just…get your phone and find us a river, dude.” He shook his head and went to his side of the car. He leaned against the door to check on John, paranoid that he, too, was spitting up blood.

John merely sent a photo of his desk, which was piled with gems of various colors and sizes, gold, silver, and flowers.

‘Congrats,’ Stiles responded, ‘you can retire now.’

John didn’t find that very funny.

“Found one,” Derek called. “Turning on the-” he coughed- “GPS.”

Stiles glanced at him through the windows and wondered if he suspected what Stiles suspected—that the curse was doing more harm than just inconveniencing him.

The river was off some obscure hiking trail and was very small, but it was in fact marked “Forthead River” so he guessed it counted. He gathered the clay into an empty cup he’d had in the backseat.

The shell wouldn’t hold nearly that much, but he figured having extra wouldn’t hurt, just in case they messed up. Then came the real problem.

“No. Absolutely not.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “So it’s okay for you to ask me to cut your arm off, but I can’t ask you to cut my arm a little?”

Derek glared. “Would you let that go? And it’s different.”

“How? Because it isn’t you?”

“You’re human,” he said, spitting a frog out without even flinching, which was frankly impressive. “I’m not asking you to bleed for me, and I’m certainly not cutting you.”

“One, I’ve bled for you before, and worse, and two, you’re being unreasonable.”

“How’s that?”

“I don’t have anything sharp enough to draw blood and you know how I feel about blood, so you’re—you’re being—mean!”

Derek’s jaw dropped. “Mean? Are you in third grade?”

“Yep. You’re being mean.” Stiles pointed at the reptiles and frogs at their feet. “Now, do you want to stop that or not?” He walked back to the jeep before Derek could answer. “I have bandages and peroxide, we’ll be fine.” He smiled when he heard Derek following him.

“How much do we need?” he muttered while Stiles was digging through his bag for the bandages.

“Uhh, we’ll go with enough to mix with a bit of the clay.” Stiles shrugged. “I don’t know how witchcraft works.”

“Uh-huh.”

Stiles took his top two layers off and rolled his sleeve up. “Okay, I have another cup here-”

“Why?”

“-because I’m prepared for everything, so we’ll try to get the blood in that, add a little bit of the clay at a time, and see what happens.” He moved so he was sitting in the jeep and held his arm out. “Okay. Hit me with your best shot.”

Derek made a disgusted face at him.

Stiles shrugged. “What? I’m nervous. I could just swoon if you’d prefer.”

He just rolled his eyes and took Stiles’s arm, turning it gently as he chose a spot.

Stiles averted his gaze. “Um, so, make it, y’know, deep enough to bleed, so we only have to go once. But, obviously, not deep enough that I’ll need stitches,” he squeaked.

Derek muttered something, and sharp pain lit up Stiles’s arm just a second before numbness spread. “Sorry, I tried to do it at the same time.” His thumb pressed gently into the bend of Stiles’s elbow, rubbing. “Gonna need the cup.”

Stiles passed it over without looking. The only thing worse than blood was his own blood. He felt Derek pressing and prodding at the cut to coax more blood free and hoped they wouldn’t need to make another cut.

“I think that’s enough,” Derek said in a strangled voice. He set the cup beside the tire and turned around to cough out two snakes. They were both bloodied.

Stiles grimaced and turned his attention to cleaning and covering the cut on his arm. It was smaller than he’d been expecting, stirring concern that it wasn’t enough to make the spell work. He grabbed the cup of clay and a butter knife, hopping out to combine and stir.

Only a little would fit in the shell, even tightly packed, so they’d certainly gotten enough blood. Stiles wrinkled his nose as he studied the poor shell. “Ugh, I hope she’s not gonna make you eat this or anything.”

“Gross.” Derek looked at the shell cupped in Stiles’s palm and grimaced.

“At least you won’t be spitting up Kermit every time you speak anymore,” Stiles pointed out. “Not that you talk that much anyway.”

“Who can get a word in edgewise when you’re around?”

“I let people speak when they have something worthwhile to say, and since you’re currently spewing snakes like the Chamber of Secrets, well…”

“There was only one snake in the Chamber of Secrets,” Derek said after a second.

“Yeah, that wasn’t my best work.” Stiles jerked his shoulder. “Come on, I need some coffee so I can insult you properly.”

They were halfway to town when Derek said, “Thank you.”

Stiles glanced at him. “For what? You bought the coffee.”

“For helping me.”

“Only the best for the fine deputies of Beacon County,” Stiles said lightly.

“Are you a faerie?” Derek blurted.

Stiles frowned. “Uh—what? In what context?”

“Fey. The Fair Folk. Because you have this maddening habit of just never accepting thanks and I’d like to know if you have fey magic before I strangle you.”

After a few long moments of silence, Stiles said, “You’re welcome,” as casually as he could.

They both started laughing hard enough that he had to pull over for a minute.

John looked dubious when they met outside of Darian’s house. “You two look like you’re in good spirits.” He had a bucket of his own to catch the flowers and gems he was dropping.

“Just ridiculously tired,” Stiles chirped.

“And caffeinated.”

John shook his head and shrugged, waiting beside the jeep as they climbed out.

Stiles took his duffle bag up with him to ring the bell, since he wasn’t sure how she would react this time. John and Derek stood to his right, tense.

Darian looked like she was still sick; she bared her teeth when she saw them. “What?” she croaked.

Stiles held the shell out to her. “I got everything you asked for.”

“What?” she snapped.

“For breaking my friend’s curse,” he said through his teeth. “You said if we got this stuff, you’d-”

“Right.” She snatched the shell, looking shifty, and set it on something out of sight next to the door. She frowned, shooting Derek a disgusted look. “All you had to do was kiss, you morons.”

Derek and John looked at each other with open horror.

Stiles felt revulsion run so deeply through him that he couldn’t do more than wheeze.

“Goddess,” Darian muttered. “Not him, the other one.” She rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers. “There. Curse gone.” She turned her head away to cough violently into her elbow.

“Is mine gone, too—Well,” John said, looking pleased, “guess that answers that. Thanks.”

Stiles narrowed his eyes. “Derek?”

“I think I’m good,” he said, unimpeded by reptiles. He looked puzzled, staring at Darian.

“You didn’t actually need any of that stuff, did you?” Stiles growled.

Darian shot him a flat look. “For that curse? No.” She scoffed. “What kind of witch do you think I am that I can’t break a curse I cast without tools?” She sniffled and wiped her nose on her balled up tissues, then looked over at Derek. “You. You’re incredibly rude and apparently pretty dense.”

“Hey,” Stiles snapped, “you’re the one cursing people because you have a cold.”

John shifted his feet awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure if he should try to diffuse the situation or not.

Darian studied Stiles, then stepped over to Derek, lifting a finger and pointing at him like a scolding teacher. “People don’t wade into the ocean in December, hold fire, and bleed for just anybody. Get it together.”

Stiles darted a quick, nervous look at him, and winced when he saw the blank expression on his face; his cheeks had reddened, eyebrows had drawn down, but that was it. He swallowed.

Darian hmphed and stalked back to the door.

Stiles said, “Wait!” without thinking it through. When she turned toward him, he dug the cold/flu meds out of his duffle bag. “Here. Thanks.” He shoved it into her hands.

She looked at the box, frowning, so they all made a quick retreat while she was distracted.

“Well,” Stiles said cheerily at the cars. “That was awesome, glad it’s done. Dad, you can drive Derek, right? Great!” He jumped in the jeep and drove off before they could answer.

Unfortunately, recently cursed or not, Derek was still a werewolf, and beat Stiles to his apartment. He was sitting outside when Stiles got there. “I told your dad that I didn’t need a ride,” he said casually.

“I guess,” Stiles muttered. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, rubbed a hand over his head, and sighed irritably. “What?”

“What?” Derek repeated.

“What do you want? You’re just…sitting there.”

Derek stood.

“Not what I meant, asshole.” He scuffed his shoe, then shrugged and decided to bluff his way through the awkwardness. “Whatever, I’m starving, do what you want.” He unlocked his door with stiff, uncomfortable movements, acutely aware of how close Derek was standing. Fucking witches.

Predictably, Derek followed him inside. “I just wanted to talk to you,” he said once the door was shut.

Stiles spun around to face him with a wide, almost manic grin. “Okay. You’re talking. What’s up?”

“About what the witch said,” he said slowly.

“Oh, the ‘get it together’ thing? I don’t know, man, I think she was wrong, I mean, you’ve got a job and an apartment with an entire roof now, I think you’ve got it together.”

“Stiles-” He stepped toward him.

Stiles threw his hands up. “She wasn’t wrong,” he said, “I’m your friend and I’d do anything for my friends. Okay?” His voice sounded light to the point of fragile, even to him. Why’d she have to do that? he thought desperately. We were fine. They only saw each other rarely, and Stiles was happy in his bubble of denial, and then he’d helped someone out and here he was, having a crisis over feelings? Over Derek? He wished he could curse her.

“Okay,” Derek said gently. “Do you want me to go?”

Stiles started to say yes—too much to risk right now, there was a lot happening—when he noticed, on the table by the door where he kept his keys, the damn shell, still filled with clay and ashes and Stiles’s own blood, which he’d let Derek draw. “No,” he said, “you could stay for dinner.”

They ended up making out on the couch and burning the stir fry Stiles was making, but it was worth so much more than the price of the pizza. Even if Derek shoved Stiles right off the couch when he said, “Mmm, talk froggy to me,” mid kiss.

[ginger-and-mint]

Spring Storm

I’ve been itching to write fanfic of @tiny-tum​‘s adorable queerplatonic boys Elijah and Micah for some time now. And last night I was like GOSHDARN I wanna write some sweet fluffy belly rubs, which these two are perfect for. <3

If you enjoy fics about bellies being comforted with a healthy dose of plot, check out her stories!

“Come on, you big lump—move!”

“…Mmmmph….”

“Seriously, El. You may not realize it, but your arm is like a tree, I swear.”

The prodding and tugging at Elijah’s elbow finally succeeded in pulling him back into semi-consciousness. He opened one sleepy eye and caught sight of Micah’s indignant face peering back at him.  “Oh!” He quickly removed his arm, unpinning his friend from the couch, and sat up bolt upright. “Something wrong?”

“No, no, nothing. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Micah chuckled as he got up, stretched, and meandered over to the kitchen. “It’s just that you had me trapped, and I’m hungry!”

Elijah blinked in confusion. How much time had passed? The TV was still playing the movie they had put on before cuddling up together on the couch. Raindrops were drumming heavily on the windowpane, but even through the gloom of the spring storm, it was possible to judge from the weak gray light that it was still morning.

“Micah, it has not been very long since we had breakfast,” said Elijah admonishingly. “I doubt you are actually in need of more food this early in the day.”

“Aw, come on!” Micah opened up a cupboard and began poking around inside. “I can snack myself into a coma if I want, and just take a nap if I need one! It’s not like we’re going anywhere today.”

It was true. They’d had plans to go the library and find some reference materials for their coursework, but the heavy rain meant that waiting for the bus would be miserable. So they’d decided to stay indoors, leaving them with a whole day to themselves.

Elijah felt strange about it. Not in a bad way—he and Micah had certainly spent lazy days together before. It’s just that they were always meticulously planned out, little pockets of stipulated relaxation crammed between his schoolwork and his underground obligations. He could always feel the clock ticking down, the needling in the back of his head reminding him that all this was fleeting, temporary, too short.

But now, suddenly, he had extra time. A entire day had been gifted to him.

Over in the kitchen, a box of cereal had caught Micah’s interest. He held it up so Elijah could see. “Want me to pour you a bowl?”

Elijah considered the earnest look on his best friend’s face. His eyes flickered to the rain-splattered window, to the softly flickering light of the TV screen, to the blankets and pillows jumbled up around him.

How cozy it would be, just to curl up under the cover of the rainstorm, hemmed in by blankets and Micah’s arms, and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist for awhile.

“Mmm. Yes please,” he said.

They’d each crunched their way through two bowls of cereal by the time the movie’s end credits rolled. Micah grabbed them big bags of chips and trail mix as he got up to put on the next movie. They had lunch sometime after that, warm bowls of tomato soup with gooey grilled cheese sandwiches. And when they settled back down on the couch together to do a little reading for school, Micah grabbed the box of blueberry muffins and the bowl of fresh fruit off the counter and poured two tall glasses of milk. They worked through the food as they read, TV switched to a mindless comedy show for a little background noise.

Elijah didn’t normally eat foods like this. He’d gotten them because Micah was going to be over, because Micah enjoyed them, because he could afford them and Micah couldn’t. At first, he felt almost guilty for eating so much of the food he’d intended for his friend.

But the rain kept drumming on the windows, and the TV kept throwing out soft shreds of laughter from worlds far away, and the blanket around him was warm and soft. He noticed the way Micah refilled his bowl with chips when it emptied or casually handed him a second muffin, laughing and smiling and sharing like it was the most natural thing in the world. And he thought—maybe it’s okay. Maybe, here and now, it’s okay.

His belly was already feeling quite snug after lunch. He’d planned to stop the snacking, or at least slow down, but the fruit he had bought was very fresh and almost irresistible. Before he knew it, there were three banana peels on the table on the table in front of him.

Elijah didn’t realize how much they had truly eaten until a low rumbling noise broke the silence.

He raised his head. “Was that thunder? Storm must be bad.”

“Uh. No.” Micah squirmed against Elijah’s side. “That was my tummy. Reminding me that it passed full like, an hour ago.”

At once, Elijah’s hand found the side of Micah’s belly, feeling out how swollen it was. “Are you in pain?”

“Not really.” Micah squirmed again, leaning back and letting his belly swell out. “Ooh. Just stuffed. I kinda didn’t think about it, but we’ve been eating all day, haven’t we?”

“I can make some tea.” Elijah disentangled himself from his friend and went to stand up—but a sudden heavy sloshing sensation inside him forced him back to the couch. He couldn’t bite back a low groan.

“You all right?” Micah glanced over, and his face broke into a grin as he realized what had happened. “Dude—did you eat so much you can’t get up?”

“I was taken by surprise!” Elijah insisted. His stomach gurgled, still sloshing heavily, and he crossed an arm over it. “It is not important. I can still get you—”

“No, fuck that. Just get your hand back on my tummy.”

“But I can—”

“I don’t even need tea! It doesn’t even hurt.” Micah grabbed Elijah’s wrist and tugged his hand over, placing it firmly over the rounded bulge of his stomach.

Instinctively, Elijah’s fingers began to press gently, thumb rubbing soft circles into the swollen flesh. Micah let out a happy sigh and sagged into Elijah’s arm.

A moment later, he squirmed around so he could reach his friend. Elijah groaned quietly as Micah’s hand pressed soothingly into his stretched sides and eased the pulsing tightness that had built up under his ribs.

“Just how much did you eat, El?” Micah teased. “‘Cause it feels like a whole lot in here.”

“You can’t exactly talk,” said Elijah with faint amusement. He gave Micah’s stuffed tummy a pat. “You must have had just as much.”

“Ugh. Yeah.” Micah yawned. “Think I need that nap… want to move to the bed?”

“Mmm. No.” Elijah pulled away, smiling as Micah made a soft sound of confusion. He settled onto his back, propping his head up on a cushion, and motioned for Micah to snuggle up, half on top of Elijah and pressed against the back of the couch.

It was a tight fit, but it was cozy, and the weight of Micah on Elijah’s full belly felt wonderful. He was asleep within minutes, and when he woke up hours later, it was to darkness and a low sound that, this time, really was thunder.

[slutzle]

bud lights & bruises - noah hanifin

Masterlist!

gif by @nhanifin

prompt/request: I heard this and really wanted to write a bathroom scene lol🤷🏼‍♀️

warnings: a ‘fuck’ here and there, lil makeout sesh, mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood and bruises

author’s note: this only the second thing I’ve written so feedback is much appreciated!!

word count: 1312

You burst through the creaky bathroom door, the rap that’s bumping downstairs fading out as it shuts. There he is, frat boy extraordinaire in all his glory, but instead of seeing his usually flawless face, you notice a purple shiner on his left eye. “Hanny, what’d you do this time?” you question, a little frazzled and out of breath, and you can feel a headache coming on thanks to the amount beer in your bloodstream. You had to sprint up the stairs when Noah texted you ‘Meet me in the upstairs bathroom. It’s an emergency’.

“Um, well me and Cam were fucking around a bit, and he kinda sorta accidentally decked me in the face.” Noah explains, the words come out a little rushed and you have to take a moment to process his sentence.

“Seriously, Noah? I was in the middle of like, destroying Jeff at a game of pong, and you interrupt my victory for this?” You glance back at his face to examine his black eye which seems to be getting darker, and there’s blood running down the bridge of his nose. “Man, you hockey players really are as dumb as they say.”

Your comment earns an awfully dramatic eye roll from Noah, though it’s interrupted by a wince due to the bruising. You’re a little annoyed because he still looks perfect despite his bloodshot eye and flushed cheeks. “Y/N, please help me clean up,” Noah begs. He looks a little desperate, but his eyes are soft and his lips are parted and you can’t say no.

“Ugh, fine. But you owe me, this is interrupting the time I intended to use to get as drunk as possible.”

Noah has a lazy smirk on his face. “Of course. We’ll do shots as soon as there isn’t like, blood running down my face.”

Things between you and Noah have always been complicated. You've always been just friends, but you’d be lying if you say that you never wonder what would happen if you two were more. He’s incredibly attractive and your buzz and the glow of the fluorescent bathroom lights make him look even more so.

You turn from him to rummage under the sink, looking for a first aid kit. “Aha!” You exclaim, pleased with your findings. You flip to face him and find him staring. You feel your cheeks burn a little, but you immediately look down to filter through the kit, praying that Noah didn’t notice, while also wishing you were a little more drunk.

You hop up on the counter and scooch forward, motioning for Noah to step closer. He stands between your legs and rests his hands on your thighs and you swallow so loud that people in the hallway can probably hear.

You feel tiny under his 6’3 frame and you’re a little distracted by how broad his chest is and how bad you wanna touch it. You look back up to meet his eyes. The whites have turned more pink, but his irises are like looking into the Atlantic Ocean and it’s a little too much for you.

Your hands fumble with the plastic package containing cotton pads, and you look at Noah shyly through your lashes. You want so badly to blame your shakiness on the amount of Bud Light you’ve ingested in the past three hours, but Mama didn’t raise no liar.

“Here,” Noah says, taking the package from your grasp and tearing it with ease, removing a soft pad from the bag and handing it to you.

You pour rubbing alcohol onto the material. “This might hurt, dude. Just tell me if I should text Skinner to come hold your hand.”

“Oh please, I’m a big boy.” He puffs his chest out and flexes his right bicep.

You shrug, “Suit yourself.” Noah lets out a low hiss as soon as the liquid touches his cut, and his grip on your thighs tightens a little bit, causing the breath to hitch in your throat.

“Fuck,” he breathes and you relax and let out a giggle, a small smirk playing on your lips.

You continue nursing his cut and he watches you carefully. You keep your gaze locked on his forehead, knowing that if you look into his stupid blue eyes you’ll melt like the Wicked Witch of the Fucking West.

“Okay,” you toss the used cotton pad in the garbage. “Time to deal with this monster.” You motion to Noah’s black eye. You find an instant ice pack and crack it, immediately feeling the cold.

You place it on his eye, holding it there to stop the swelling. Noah places his large hand over yours. You’re a little shocked and you aren’t sure of you should leave your hand under his. After a moment of contemplation, you let your small hand rest under Noah’s.

In the silence, you absentmindedly begin to hum to the faint music booming from downstairs. It’s a song by The 1975 that you know all too well, ‘Robbers’, you remember. It’s muffled, but a wave of nostalgia washes over you.

Noah smiles at you, easy and calm and gorgeous and you smile back, his grin easing your nerves. The feeling in your tummy is warm and gooey and you hate yourself for how much you admire him and how badly you want to run your fingers through his dumb hockey flow.

“That should be good,” you offer, expecting him to step back and return to the party. Neither of you make a move, you keep your bum planted on the marble counter and your eyes just above his.

“C-can I kiss you?” Noah asks and your eyes come to see his blue orbs flicking to gaze at your lips for a split second.

See, any sane person would say no, but the beer flowing through your system says otherwise. You nod your head a little too quick, clear your throat and drop the ice pack from Noah’s eye. He leans in to close the gap between the two of you, hips hitting the counter. It’s chaste at first, tentative.

Your eyes flutter closed and you bring your hand to his left cheek. It feels warm, his face having been flushed by the multiple drinks that have lead to his bruised situation. Your other hand finds its way into his hair and tugs gently, earning a sound from Noah. You begin to lean back and he chases, pressing kiss after kiss on your lips. You both pull away and rest your foreheads together.

“You know, when I imagined our first kiss I definitely didn’t picture it in Brett’s bathroom,” Noah says, grinning widely at you.

You pull him back into you, tilting your head and slotting your lips together. “I could say the same thing,” you mumble against him, feeling comfort in the fact that he’s thought about your first kiss too.

You breathe him in as he begins to kiss you again. He smells like beer and faded cologne that he bought with you, it’s intoxicating.

Your lips fit together and the kiss becomes deeper as your head tilts to the left. You start to become dizzy, getting high off of Noah. You can feel his warm hands through the cotton of your body suit and -knock, knock, knock.

The two of you immediately disconnect, frazzled by the interruption. “Is someone in there? I think I’m gonna puke.”

You and Noah look at each other, disappointment written on his bruised face. “Well, as much as I’m enjoying this, I believe you promised me shots,” you wink.

He pulls you off of the counter and tugs your hand through the door frame, apologizing to the poor stranger waiting to go in to the bathroom.

Though your moment is cut short, the night holds plenty more dancing, alcohol, and hopefully, making out with Noah.

[callmeakumatized]

Sugarcoated - Ch. 3

Prev. Ch. Ao3 FF.net

[[ A/N: So, this was supposed to have a countdown to Valentine's Day, but…I couldn't bring myself to post anything over the weekend. It was…hard? I don't know how to say it. It didn't seem right to go on as if nothing happened. Because something DID happen. And although my world is still turning, it seemed unfair to post something when so many other people's had sudden stopped.

Over the weekend, Maerynn, a pretty well-known Miraculous fanfic writer ("Under Lock and Key", "Bring Me Home", etc.), passed away in a car accident, leaving behind her loved-ones, including her children.

Although I didn't know her personally, something about her sweetness and the way that she seemed to bleed into everyone's lives in one way or another touched my heart deeply. She will be missed. A lot. Not just for her amazing works in writing, but for all the things she did to brighten others' lives. And so I want to dedicate this work to her, and to those who, like this miraculous lady, were unable to finish here on Earth what they started, whether works of art, raising your family, finishing a college degree, or finally saving up enough to travel the world.

This is for you.

And I hope, wherever you are, you know we're thinking of you.

And I hope, wherever you are, it puts a smile on your face.

xoxoxo - Maki<3 ]]

Day 3 Prompt:

“When your OTP is in an intense argument and their faces get closer together but then they stop talking…

…and they look at the others’ lips.”

Plagg was, in essence, naughty.

He was a naughty Kwami with low moral standards and a high interest in wreaking havoc. It was a dangerous combination in the best of creatures. Which Plagg was definitely not.

It took him about two minutes to decide that he was bored with Adrien and start wandering around the room, looking for sweets of some sort. This chick was small and cute, and, historically speaking, small and cute girls had an affinity for keeping yummy things close by. Plagg didn't know why. It just was.

When he spotted the cookies, he knew he was in luck.

Adrien continued to prattle away, but Plagg was enjoying a sound noseful of the delicious scent of warm chocolate. It wasn't cheese, true – not even remotely close on the scale of acceptable entrées for the picky Kwami – but the baked goods were fresh, the chocolate chips still gooey to the touch. But moments away from losing himself completely and sinking his tiny teeth into one of the delectable treats, he saw something that made his belly flip in all the best ways.

Because, of course, she would be here.

Of course his Ward would have a crush on the girl he also claimed was the bane of his existence.

The books exploded off the shelf in Plagg's sudden takeoff to chase the creature who had dashed behind them. Like he hadn't seen her. Like he couldn't smell her now that he knew she was there. Plagg wasn't deterred by a little game of chase – he was a cat. This was playtime for him. He completely ignored Adrien's shout to knock it off, instead zooming into the knitting basket with a fwoomf! Amongst the soft yarns the bounced and cool steel of the knitting needles, Plagg only had eyes for his prey: a little red Kwami, buzzing angrily beneath him.

Plagg threw his head back and laughed.

"String cheese," Adrien muttered through gritted teeth, "for a week if you don't knock it off!"

"Isn't that what I just did?" Plagg retorted smugly, gesturing to the books on the floor and in Adrien's hand.

Adrien scowled. Something in the last minute had caused Plagg have some sort of sudden, gleeful vendetta against Marinette's entire room. After knocking the books off the little shelf and then divebombing into a basket full of yarn, the kitten Kwami had set out to destroy everything, laughing like a maniac the entire time.

Was the little pest trying to get him in trouble with this girl!?

Adrien continued to mutter to himself while going about, attempting to right all the things Plagg had set out to destroy (Marinette hadn't organized her books that specifically that she would notice if one was out of place, right!?) When muttering angrily hadn't worked, threatening did; within a moment after saying the words, Plagg had conceded to Adrien's threat in lieu of low-grade cheese substitution, and was now "helping" (mostly by not destroying things. But Adrien wasn't going to complain).

A wood-on-wood rubbing sound drew Adrien's attention to were Plagg seemed to be having a tug-of-war match with one of Marinette's desk drawers, pulling on the handle with all his might. Adrien rolled his eyes before going over to help. A sudden squeak from under the drawer made Adrien jump; the drawer suddenly popped open, sending Plagg and a large assortment of papers flying through the room. Adrien groaned before scrambling hurriedly to snatch them up.

Now, could he really be blamed for looking at what was in his hands?

And could he really be in any sort of trouble when he looked in the rest of the drawer to see several of the same sorts of well, literal photographic evidence of something that made him incredibly happy? Giddy, even?

"Ugh!" Plagg said suddenly, breaking Adrien out of his reverie. "Take that lovesick look off your face! It's disgusting!"

Though Adrien couldn't very well remove his smile, fixed as it now was, he did rush to finish cleaning the rest of the room.

(Plagg, unbeknownst to Adrien, watched the added kick in the boy's step with a smug smile.)

Though Marinette and Adrien had never set anything in place "officially", the two had always sort of had an…understanding between each other. From the time his umbrella passed into her hands, the two had been somewhat inseparable. Now, there was no talk of "feelings", no DTR between them; the shy pair was too afraid to lose something that they ended up never starting anything. However, they were very exclusive in the sense that they wouldn't go out with anyone else. When someone else asked them out on dates, they would politely refuse. And when there was a school dance or other function, no one was ever surprised to see them go together, though they seemed to toe the line of "platonic" and "something more" every time. Moving past polite pleasantries was not in their repertoire.

For his part, Adrien was…well, Adrien was terrified.

What if she realized how socially inept he was?

What if she ended up not liking his sweet-sauce sense of humor?

What if she thought he was a complete dorkasaurus!?

So, no…Adrien made no move forward. Even though he desperately wanted to.

This, though? This tangible piece of evidence he had just stumbled upon? This gave him some hope in that department. And maybe a sweet stroke to his ego. Because, Adrien mused while he shoved the lot of them back into the drawer, why else would a girl have tons of pictures of a boy hidden in her room?

Without meaning to, Adrien giggled. Then turned on his Kwami, trying to look cross, as the situation demanded of him.

"You shouldn't have shown this to me," Adrien scolded, trying as hard as he could to actually mean the words. "I know you did that on purpose."

His Kwami only scoffed. The little cat had given up altogether in his pretend helpfulness at righting the room, settling instead on the plate of cookies, munching away happily (yes, taking a bite out of each one, just to annoy Tikki). With a loud swallow, Plagg finally answered nonchalantly,

"The drawer was stuck, you were helping me, end of story."

This time, Adrien scoffed in quick reply.

"That is not what happened. How did you even know these were there?"

The next few minutes were spent in an escalating argument, Adrien starting to really lay into Plagg about the mess he had made, and Plagg just rolling his eyes in response, or sassing his Ward with some well-placed words.

BANG.

Adrien let out a very manly yelp when the trap door suddenly smashed open.

Before Adrien could even get a good look at her – and before the lovesick smile could slide back onto his face, she was on him like butter on toast.

…She was smooth like butter, and he was definitely toast.

She had pounced on him hard enough that they went rolling across her bedroom, Adrien having no clue as to what was going on. All he saw were limbs and a hard floor until they stopped. Panting slightly, he looked at the girl now straddling him with arms on either side of his head, and felt his face blanch at the sight of her murderous look.

"This is going to be a really short fight, Chaton, if you don't decide to defend yourself." Marinette purred in a low voice before blowing stray hairs out of her face. "That's the only warning you get."

Haha…cute. She gave me a nickname.

Wait.

NO.

NONONONONONONONONO.

Adrien tried to deny it. He tried to convince every cognitive force in his brain to stop connecting the dots, to stop painting the complete picture in his head. But there it was anyway, a masterpiece framed in blue-eyed fury and midnight hair.

And now…what?

Now…

And now…

Chat had to win this.

Or…escape. Maybe both somehow.

In a practiced move, Adrien deftly flipped Marinette off of him. She landed onto her chaise lounge in temporary shock, and Adrien immediately headed for the trap door.

"Nope!" he shouted over his shoulder. "Not dealing with this right now! I'm out!"

"You are not!"

Ah, apparently escape was not in his cards today.

In a surprising stroke of good luck, Adrien was able to look around before Marinette was on him again. This time, he was ready. This time, it was so. ON.

Adrien casually moved out of the way of her aggressive attack, but instead of her running into her desk as he had planned, the small girl jumped up and scaled the vaulted wall before flipping back onto him. Adrien readied himself, allowing her momentum to take them both down before sliding out from under her and landing a swift kick on her back. With a small "oof!", Marinette skidded across the floor and twirled until she was on her feet. But Adrien was already on her, grabbing her hands behind her back and slamming her face-first into the window.

"I thought gentlemen weren't supposed to attack ladies," she growled out through heavy breathing.

"I'm glad you see me as a gentleman," Adrien retorted, equally winded, "but you are no lady."

Marinette barked out a laugh, dropping so suddenly to the ground that Adrien smacked his face into the window. Not wanting to lose the upper hand, Adrien spun around and dropped into a defensive stance, only to see Marinette a few feet away, ripping some sort of hanging projector screen from the ceiling under her loft bed. Her heated stare made him pause for a moment; the hesitation cost him, though, and in the next second, Marinette leaped up to easily gain the high – though unsteady – ground on the chaise lounge. Marinette swung at him when Adrien started to circle the little sofa like the predator he was.

"I can't believe you tricked me into liking you!" she yelled at him.

Adrien laughed humorlessly. "I can't believe you think I would do something like that." Another swing in his direction, and Adrien slowly made his way back to the disheveled desk. "Gall! I thought you were sane, Marinette, but you really are one crazy chick!"

"Takes one to know one!" she mimicked back at him in a mockingly sweet tone, using his own words from the night before.

Adrien grabbed a handful of books and started chucking them at Marinette. She started swinging her screen thing in her hands like a baseball bat. The books were flying in both directions across the room, creating a messy topping to the overall ruffled appearance of the pink space their tousle had caused. They continued tossing insults and books at each other, only pausing momentarily when Marinette urged Adrien in a suddenly normal voice, "Oh, not that one, that one's my design sketchbook."

Adrien put it down gently, then, in a sudden change of demeanor, dove for Marinette's ankles, succeeding in knocking her off balance. She toppled on top of him, her makeshift weapon, as Adrien had hoped, skittering onto the floor. With a sound shove, Adrien knocked Marinette completely off the lounge on the other side, leaving him free to pick up her discarded…schedule?

Adrien paused for a moment, scanning the detailed agenda curiously. Since when did Marinette have photoshoots? Or take fencing? Or have Chinese lessons…on the same days and times…as…him…wut.

Despite finding out that the constant thorn in his side was also this amazing friend in disguise, Adrien could not help feeling all the creeped-out flattery that came with this most recent discovery.

When he turned to Marinette and saw her horrified face, he grinned cheekily.

"Geez, Princess," he purred, laying his head on crossed arms on her lounge, staring at her. (If he was Chat Noir, his tail would be flicking excitedly.) "I didn't know you were so obsessed with me."

He expected to knock her off guard. He did not expect her to invade his space, leaning on her arms across the lounge until she was almost touching his nose.

"Totally obsessed, Adrien," she hummed in return, her voice low and quiet. "So much so, I'm just begging you to let me kiss your other cheek."

This time, Adrien took the first pounce. In one fluid movement, he had her pinned to the ground, body sitting on her legs, hands holding hers up by her head.

"I think that's enough playing around for you, M'Lady."

She struggled, grunting with the effort, and Adrien would've laughed at the scene if he hadn't had to concentrate every effort to maintaining his – probably brief – dominance.

"I hate that you're so nice to me!" Marinette suddenly shouted out at him furiously.

Adrien scowled, the words somehow making sense to him unlike how they wouldn't to any normal person.

"I hate that you always make me smile!" Adrien shouted back, leaning closer for emphasis.

"I hate your sunshine hair!" Marinette writhed under his hold, trying to wriggle free.

"I hate your pretty eyes!" Adrien spat out through gritted teeth.

Marinette suddenly paused, chest heaving from the roughhousing and probably from the physical pressure he was putting her. She stared up at him, and her face flushed red, though he didn't think it was from strain or effort. Her features relaxed slightly, and Adrien felt his own mouth clamp shut in subconscious response.

"You…think my eyes are pretty?" she whispered.

And yet Adrien could still hear her…because, somehow, they had gotten…so close.

He gulped.

"Yes," he whispered back

The only sound in the room was labored breathing between two teens.

She smelled faintly like sweat, and Adrien realized how hot she was under him.

Okay, not like that, but…okay, exactly like that.

Ladybug in civilian clothes…Marinette…Marinette dressed as Ladybug…covered in tight red spandex and saving Paris. Saving Paris with that dark hair and that fluttered playfully in the wind, the girl tough as nails yet cared so deeply for others. With those big blue eyes…and…a-and those pink…lips…

Without thinking much more about it, his eyes darted down to her lips and back again, in time to see that she had just done the same.

This time, Marinette gulped.

A little red blur suddenly started flitting around their heads, darting in between their faces. Adrien yelped in surprise – and, of course, again, in a very, very manly way.

"Wha – eh hem – what is it, Tikki?" Marinette said in a small voice. Adrien studied her face, noticing that for the first time she looked truly bothered.

"Oh, Marinette," said the tiny Kwami in a sugary voice, laced with…disappointment? "There's a lot I want to say, but right now, you're going to be late for school!"

Marinette looked passed her Kwami into Adrien's face. Adrien stared back for only a second before doing what was second nature for him to do around her, and grinned widely. Marinette frowned before shoving him off of her.

Adrien scrambled to his feet just in time to tug Marinette back by the arm before she descended downstairs. Clearing his throat, he shoved her into her closet.

"Hey!" she shouted and looked like she was going to lay into him again, but Adrien only held up a hand in abrupt dismissal.

"You, uh, you look like crap," he admitted harshly, remembering that she really at just attacked him…after biting his cheek the day before. But…he still cared enough about her to make sure she didn't go to school like…that. "You should change. I'll, uh, I'll cover for you."

Marinette only gave him a hard stare, seeming to be caught in conflicting emotions.

Adrien could relate.

Before Adrien made it down the stairs, though, Marinette called down from her room.

"Adrien!"

He looked back to see her head floating in the opening of her trapdoor.

"Fix your hair."

Five minutes before school started, and Adrien was standing in the guys' bathroom, trying to set his whoosh style back in place and staring at the mark on his cheek again. His Lady's mark.

He grinned  to himself.

Marinette's mark.

Somehow…everything bitter suddenly tasted very, very sweet.

[smile-smile-ichthys]

Hosts of Japan - Chapter 7

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I know long time with no updates, but I’ve been sick and working a lot of 12 hours shifts over the christmas period, so had no time. I’m back though, I have two weeks off now to focus on my writing for Uni and this :)

Tagging the girls @whatdoyouexpectthistime @hifftn and @smutmylifeup also @destinywanted don’t worry darlin you’re in the next chapter :)

Didn’t take us long to find the Prince and his butlers, almost as soon as we entered the hotel, the staff ushered us to the small conference room they had used previously. When we reached the doors leading in to where the Prince was sat, I had to stop to take a minute for a breather. My anxieties were sky high, and I was nervous I was gonna loss my confidence in my case. I knew I had done nothing wrong, it was all on the prince and their behaviour; however, my brain doubted itself. Big time.

That’s when I felt Miho and jazz squeeze my hand, and Mieke place her hands on my shoulder.

“We’re here, remember?” Jazz said “even if you doubt yourself, we certainly don’t, if you can’t speak we’ll speak for you” she smiled and I nodded after one last deep breath.

Miho opened the door and entered first, me following with Jazz and Mieke by my side. I wasn’t expecting anything large to happen, but I was surprised when the prince stood instantly, both butlers stiffening their positions. For once, it wasn’t the butlers who approached me, it was the prince himself. And was that genuine regret in his eyes? Miho sized him up, stopping him from reaching me.

“I wish to speak to her, after all it is her I’ve done wrong” he explained. Miho glanced back at me and I nodded so she moved aside “Please, take a seat, I’d like to explain and apologise properly”

I kept my face stern as I agreed to sit opposite him, my girls’ right beside me.

“Thank you” Keith said, finally sitting too “but, I’m not here to thank you, I’m here to apologise, deeply, first of all I’d like to explain, my relationships with the other princes is a…difficult one to fully describe, they know I do not understand some things as we are raised in different countries with different customs, they like to tease me on this, hence why they believed it was funny to play this ‘prank’” he began, it did sound genuine to say the least, but I kept my guard up just like Mieke had taught me “I know this doesn’t excuse the way I behaved, however, I would like you to forgive Aleck and Luke before myself, they were only doing as they were told, if they speak out of turn, my family have been harsh on punishments, they were only doing their job”

My eyes travelled up to Aleck who looked the most ashamed and sleep deprived of them all. Knowing he truly wished for forgiveness, I gave him a small smile. Luke…sure he was also ashamed, he still had a stern expression. Instead of smiling at him, I turned back to Keith.

“Now, I deeply apologise for my behaviour, even though the princes played a prank, I should not have forced myself onto you like that, I should not have assumed and just….gone ahead with my urges, I was so very very wrong” he stood and bowed to me “I will understand if you do not accept this apology and wish to continue down a path of lawyers, but I must ask you not to, instead, may we continue the agreement? You show me Tokyo on my days off, and I assure you, myself and my country will give you an amazing review and recommendation that will boost your company’s reputation greatly”

“If we do continue the contract, do you assure us that there will be no sexual advances? From any of you?” Miho asked.

“There will be none, this will be strictly professional” Keith assured us.

“What about the other princes?” Mieke asked.

“They would also like to apologise, but they will be keeping their distance as you wish it” he explained.

I didn’t need to talk, I was happy with the apology and Aleck had even written up a new contract with explicit details on what would happen in the next couple of weeks. Jazz read it over, and Miho and Mieke before I read it and happily signed. Luke would accompany us at all times, just in case, and he was given permission to speak up if he wished to, something I had personally asked to be added in.

When we finally left and headed out to go grab some food, I could help but feel eyes on me. I glanced round the room, however, none of the guests were even looking in our direction. Maybe it was just me being paranoid, even if I had a sinking feeling, we still went on our way out of the hotel, me pushing the feeling aside.

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Jazz had been working hard and closely with Takao after that, she always made sure she had a back-up, just in case. It was the first day of H taking the prince out into Tokyo and she was a little nervous about how it was going to go. So, it reassured her that Takao was fully on board with keeping a note of everything ready to sue if H was in danger of any kind again.

“Jazz, calm down, you know I’m sure H will be just fine” Takao said over the phone.

“Ugh, I know I know, can’t help it” Jazz said, rubbing her eyes.

“How about I get Kuni to bring back some take out for you two tonight? Your favourite? It’ll distract you I’m sure” he suggested.

“That would be nice, thank you, I just want to get that text from her tonight to say it went alright” Jazz sighed again.

“Ok, I’m telling Kuni now, talk to you tomorrow” Takao said, clearly grinning as he spoke.

Jazz carefully put the phone down and leaned back in her chair.

“And I thought I could get worked up easily” Miho laughed.

“Sorry, can’t help but be on edge a little”

“Same, but H can handle herself” Miho smiled, placing a cup of coffee in front of Jazz.

“I know, but I know you’re worried too, she didn’t have to forgive him so quickly” Jazz growled.

“It kind of annoyed me too, it was a traumatic thing he did, but, he did seem genuine, even if we wouldn’t forgive him, H did and we supported her in that” Miho said, leaning against Jazz’s chair, glancing at her computer screen “we just need to…hey who’s that from?” she asked, pointing to a particular email.

“Huh?” Jazz wondered, moving to open it “I literally have no idea, isn’t this the computer with the email with all the contacts in?”

“Yeah, this is the private email…” Miho said, pulling a separate chair up next to Jazz.

The girls glanced over the email, not really making sense of any of it. It was an incredibly vague email, talking about stuff to do with the company, and yet it not making any sense.

“Should we just delete? I mean, it could just be spam” Jazz suggested.

“Hmm, nah don’t delete, keep for now, for the address, in case we get another, we can keep track of them then” Miho said, Jazz agreeing and moving it into a different folder for now.

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“What do you mean I eat it?” the prince grimaced at the small, gooey ball in his hand.

“It’s mochi, it’s sweet and tastes amazing” I said, trying to get him to try some of the local cuisine, something that was a greater challenge than I expected.

“No thanks, think I’ll pass” and he shoved the mochi to Luke.

I sighed again. This had been a regular occurrence throughout the day. I had taken him to the local market place as a sort of warm up to more intense things in Tokyo, however, everything I offered to him, from Sushi to street food, he would not eat. He would look, and maybe pick it up, but never taste it. If it wasn’t made by his special palace kitchens, then chances are he wouldn’t go near it. Not good enough.

“Of course you’ll pass” I said full of sass.

“What is next on this little adventure to the plebs market?” he asked.

“Alright, first of all, don’t go calling the locals plebs, that can be taken very offensively and second, you agreed to continue the contract, this isn’t a little adventure, this is you trying to understand the culture of this country, you know, to better your own” I argued.

“Ok, calm down, I am trying” he said.

He wasn’t really. I honestly didn’t know how his butlers put up with him so much. He was more than high maintenance, it’s no wonder he didn’t realise what a host was. I didn’t blame him for not knowing, hardly, if you don’t know something you don’t know. But he wasn’t even trying to understand these things. Not even opening up to me slightly. He kept his princely attitude constantly. I had attempted to make jokes with him, to have a laugh, but nothing, he waved his hand to off the joke and kept asking what next, as if it was something on a list. It had only been one day and I was already exhausted. Physically, my feet hurt from all the slow walking and hanging around. Mentally? I was ready to punch the bastard.

I found the prince a little private bench in a nearby park and went to go get some ice cream. I knew Liberty had to have had ice cream at least, safe bet for now. However, Luke came with me this time.

“You holding up ok?” he asked, probably the first nice thing he had asked me.

“Kinda? Does having not punching him yet count as holding up?” I asked in return.

“A little” was that a smile? A genuine one? “I know we moved past it yesterday, but, I would like to apologise myself for not stepping in, as so, please, let me buy these”

“Oh, wow, an ice cream, yeah makes me forgive everything” I said sarcastically.

“I know it doesn’t, but it’s a start? Prince Keith can be a lot to take, but he is a good person, you just…have to loosen him up” Luke advised me.

“How on earth am I meant to loosen up a highly strung king wannabe?” I asked.

“Well” Luke began, giving me my ice cream “he loves karaoke”