#uhhhh sound w. would definitely wrap it all up

[dreamyblanket]

Imagine how your f/o wraps gifts, be it for the holidays or just your birthday.

Are they really good? Is it a clean wrap first try or do they need to scrap the whole thing couple time to get it correct?

Are they really bad? Do they try their hardest but you can still see bits poking out?

Do they use ribbon? Stick on bows?

Plain or patterned paper?

Or maybe they'll use bags!

Do they tape it shut or fill it with paper then?

There are so many things to choose...!

[jwonsite]

taesan (boynextdoor) smut drabble

warnings: he’s kinda mean,, rough,, reader tries to top him,, does not work,, unprotected (wrap it up!), oral (m receiving), p in v, he cums inside, slight breath kink..?

wc: uhhhh around 1k

when i tell you this is my fav taesan to write,,, i mean it cuz he quite literally LOVES this dynamic most definitely his fav. loves being able to put you in your place when you’re not listening and show you who’s in charge🥰

probably would start w you just teasing him in little ways thru out the day,, rubbing your ass against him as you pass by,, “accidentally” brushing your hand over his dick when you’re sitting next to him,, bending down right in front of him to grab something off the floor,, literally just doing everything you can to drive him insane enough for him to finally say something to you. def just grabbing you by the wrist as you pass by a little too closely and saying something like “what the fuck is your problem today??”,,, and just seeing how annoyed he gets when you answer back “i don’t know what you’re talking about baby🤕” as you free yourself from his grip and keep walking.

he would def just run a hand thru his hair before following you to your room,, watching as you change out of your clothes into a pair of shorts and one of his t shirts before continuing to talk,,, saying something like “you’ve been acting like a slut all day,, is what i’m talking about”,, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame as you slip his t shirt over your frame. “ohh that?”,, sitting on the edge of the bed as you talk to him,, watching as he walks over to stand above you,, arms still crossed as he runs his eyes down your figure,, “yeah that,, you wanna say sorry for acting like a slut all day while i was trying to get some work done?”

his hands coming down to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants to show his hard on straining against his underwear. “mm,,, i don’t think i will,,, gonna get what i want anyways” you say as you lean back onto your hands,, watching as his dick is practically leaking at the sound of your voice. taesan probably just letting out a small laugh under his breath,, before wrapping his hand around your neck to pull your face right up against his dick,, pushing your face down onto him to relieve some of the pressure,, “yeah? you think i’m gonna give you what you want after you were being a brat all day?” he says as he forces two of his fingers into your mouth to yank your jaw open,,, quickly pulling down his underwear to shove his dick in your mouth,, pushing your nose all the way down to his pelvis so he can hear you choking on his dick🤕

he would love feeling the way you push against his thighs,, trying your best to come up for air as he’s holding you down,, watching how your eyes start to tear up at the intrusion at the back of your throat💔 literally just using your throat like a fucktoy,,, thrusting in and out of your so hard until he’s holding your face down and cumming straight down your throat,, pulling your face off of him as he says smth like “you wanna keep acting like a brat and choke on my dick again or are you gonna be a good girl and listen so i can finally fuck you like the slut that you are?”,, watching as you try to catch your breath,,

his breath suddenly hitching as your hand reaches out to pump his dick,, running your thumb over his slit as he tried to grab your wrist to stop the overstimulation,, you just keep pumping him until he’s cumming again all over your hands,, smirking as he lets out low groans and moans,, “what happened baby boy? can’t handle being overstimulated?” you say with a fake pout,, smiling to yourself as you lick his cum off your hands. without saying a word he’s flipping you onto your stomach,, pushing your face into the mattress as he pulls your hips up and pushes into you,, filling you up all in one go,, and just pumping into you hard af,, “is this what you wanted?? hm?? to be fucked like a slut??” as he grips your hair to pull your back against him,, biting the shell of your ear before letting you fall back down onto your hands,, then pushing your face back into the mattress to make you arch more. def slapping your ass so fucking much,, you’re going to have handprints on your ass for days.

could see this being one of the days where you’re more vocal too,, taesan would fucking love ts. just hearing how you whine and moan for him as he’s balls deep in you he’s going to be so close to cumming but would hold off for as long as he can,, wanting to make sure you cum first. would grab the hair on the back of your head and pull on it,, just using it as something to hold onto as he’s fucking into you hard enough to leave bruises on your ass🤕

would slip his hand around your chest and play with your nipples when you get close,, using his other hand to play with your clit to have you cumming so hard around him,, feeling the way you clench around his dick as he keeps pumping into you to chase his high,, cumming soon after and just pushing his load so deep in you before pulling out to watch how his cum seeps out of you,, using two fingers to push it back in before sticking his fingers down your throat so you can taste the mixture you both made🤕 def just collapsing onto the bed beside you and pulling you onto his chest for a bit,, kissing your head and laying there for a bit before getting up to run you both a bath to clean up💔

[wannab-urs]

You Have Me In a Chokehold | Mr. Ben (SNL) x teacher!reader | 18+

Summary: You’re a teacher at Mr. Ben’s school and you’re sitting in the “No More Fancams” assembly freaking out because he just showed your fancam on screen… Do you think he knows it was you? (AU where he’s not in love with Ms. Jenny, the assembly just ends with him being like “please don’t do this anymore, thanks”)

WC: 2.4k

Warnings: MDNI | 18+ | SMUT | no ages implied (all legal obvi), hair pulling, sir kink, very mild degrading language, fingering, unprotected PiV (don’t be silly, wrap your willy) (also y’all are teachers, you should know better), rough-ish sex but no one gets hurt, Mr. Ben is girthy (Big Ben ;) ), brief mention of the picture of dorian gray, which deserves its own warning if you’ve ever tried to teach that book to teenagers, extreme cringe in the first half. Gets weirdly fluffy at the end so if that kills your vibe just stop reading after the uhhhh climax of the story (if you catch my drift). Sorry we support aftercare in this house. I think that’s it, love y’all, enjoy! 

It’s 8 in the morning, supposed to be first period, and the principal has called for some technology assembly. You’re unlucky enough to have first period planning, you have essays to grade, and you won’t have a spare minute for the rest of the day. But sure, let’s all go sit in the gym so the boomers can lecture the zoomers about technology use. This is a great use of everyone’s time. 

You slip into the auditorium with 5 minutes to spare, hoping to go unnoticed in the back row. You’re just about to subtly put in your airpods and watch TikToks like 90% of the students, when you hear the principal introduce Mr. Ben. This assembly suddenly became worth paying attention to. 

Ben is by far the prettiest thing to look at in this school. He’s ridiculously broad chested, always wearing these just-shy-of-too-tight button ups that he pairs with definitely-a-little-too-tight pants, accentuating his cute butt. He has toned forearms, usually peeking out of rolled up sleeves, and huge hands that he waves around in the air or clasps in front of him when he speaks. And then, despite being this big, broad, powerful looking man, he has the sweetest face. 

His eyes are soft brown, hooded and turned down a little, so he’s basically making puppy dog eyes constantly. His nose is prominent and curved and sitting above the most adorably pouty lips. His facial hair is sparse and a little patchy, but honestly it just makes him even more charming. God, you have it so bad for this man. 

Your internal drooling over Ben is interrupted by the sound of a freshman at the front of the room yelling, “Come on guuurrrrl, eat it up!” Your eyes flick to the screen beside Ben. There are two very vague tech rules followed by… Shit. 

“Do not make fancams of school staff, such as this,” says Ben, gesturing at the screen. And your stomach does a somersalt. Shit! There’s a TikTok playing on the screen, and though you can’t quite make out the username, you definitely recognize the video. That’s your fancam. And Ben looks… mortified. He looks extremely uncomfortable. 

“You have made thousands of fancams of me and i’m not sure what they mean, but I know it has to stop,” he pleads. And fuck is he looking at you? He can’t know can he? There’s absolutely no way he knows. He’s just looking out toward the back of the auditorium. Yeah. You wouldn’t want to make eye contact with a bunch of 14 years olds while pictures of you flash on the screen either. That makes perfect sense. 

“We make them because you’re our beloved and you have us a in a chokehold,” screams another student toward the front. You wish he would put you in a chokehold. GOD what is wrong with you. Pull yourself together.

“Okay, don’t say that,” Ben says, wringing his hands together in front of him. You can see that he’s clearly uncomfortable. You should delete your account. Ban him from your thoughts. You’ve crossed the line big time.

“I just don’t understand. Why do you make sparkly fast romantic montages of me every single day?” he asks. Another fancam, thankfully not yours, begins playing on the screen. You have to get out of here. 

You stand up and try to sneak out as inconspicuously as possible, whispering “Bathroom,” in response to a disapproving look from another, older teacher. 

You break into a run as soon as you get into the hall and only slow down when you’re safely locked in the handicap stall of the teacher bathroom. You slide down the wall to the floor and press your face into your hands. You are so stupid. Of course making fancams of school staff is a bad idea. It’s bad when the kids do it… and really weird because they’re kids… but when another teacher does it? He could have you fired for this. 

But he doesn’t know. There’s no way he knows. 

You manage to make it through the rest of the day, somehow facing your classes and teaching them about nouns and reading a bit more of The Picture of Dorian Gray aloud. 

It’s finally the end of the day, but you still have those essays to grade, so you decide to set a timer for one hour and power through as many as you can. The school is so weirdly silent this long after final bell. The custodians won’t be in for another couple hours and pretty much every teacher and student has long gone home. 

You finish packing your tote bag and start shrugging on your coat when you hear a knock at the door. “Come in!” 

You freeze when the door opens. Shit.

“Ben! Hi! How can I help you? I was just leaving, but-” the sharp sound of the door slamming shut cuts off your nervous rambling. Ben stands with his hands behind his back, puffing his very broad chest out. 

“I was wondering if you could tell me something, sweetheart.” His voice is low, gravelly, and you feel like you’re being raked over hot coals. He knows. 

“Um. Sure?” you squeak out. Your face is on fire and you have no idea what to do with your hands. He takes a step toward you, looking for all the world like a predator stalking it’s pray. His eyes are dark, brow lowered, lips set in a hard line. He looks nothing like the shy, uncomfortable man from the assembly. 

Your bag drops to the floor and you take a stuttering step back toward your desk. 

“What’s your TikTok username?” he asks slowly, taking another step toward you. 

You gulp and fall back another step, thighs pressing against your desk now. Your shake your head and glue your eyes to the floor. 

“Don’t make me ask again.” And oh god he’s right in front of you now. He hooks a finger under your chin, bringing your eyes up to meet his. His pupils are blown so wide, you can barely see his usually warm brown irises. Wait is he turned on right now? 

“It’s- uh… I don’t have one!” you stammer out. You try to look away, but his fingers hold your chin in place. He leans a bit closer, his breath ghosting over your face, and presses his other palm into the desk beside you. He tsks and presses his thumb to your bottom lip.

“Don’t lie to me,” he growls out, and oh that went straight to your core. You squirm in his hold and that’s when you truly realize how close he is. His body is nearly pressed against yours. 

“It’s- it’s… fuck. It’s MrBensLittleSlut…” you stammer out. You feel like you’re on fire, ashamed of your actions, but also incredibly fucking turned on. The object of your not-so-innocent crush has you pressed against your desk like some school girl fantasy. 

“And do you really want to be my little slut, sweetheart?” Holy. Shit. Did he really just ask you that? Your heart actually stops beating in your chest for a second. You nod. 

“Aloud, please.” 

“Yes, sir,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut. 

He brings one hand to the back of your head and wraps your hair around his fingers, pulling your head back slightly. You whimper and he leans in, brushing his lips against your ear. 

“Good girl,” he purrs. And you think you’ll melt into puddle on the spot. His hands slide to your hips and he lifts you up onto the edge of the desk. You instinctively part your legs and he presses himself flush against you. He keeps one hand on your waist to steady you and slides the other back up into your hair and suddenly his lips are on yours. 

It’s sloppy and open mouthed and greedy. He licks into your mouth, curling his tongue around yours. Your hands find purchase around his biceps and you hold on for dear life. His fist tightens in your hair and you moan wantonly, throwing your head back and pushing your hips up into his, chasing friction. 

His lips trail down your jaw and he nips at your earlobe before sucking a kiss to the spot where your jaw meets your throat. You dig your nails into his muscular arms and choke on a gasp. 

“Please,” you whine, shifting your hips against him again.

“Please what, sweetheart?” you can feel him smirking into the skin of your throat. He loves how riled up you are. Loves watching you try and fail to grind yourself on him. 

“Please- please touch me, sir,” he rolls his hips into yours, finally giving you something. Anything to ease the burning desire between your legs.

“You’re so pretty when you beg,” he growls in your ear. Then you feel his right hand leave your waist and pull up your skirt. He drags his fingertips up the inside of your left thigh, featherlight. Finally, he hooks two fingers into the soaked crotch of your panties and drags his knuckles across your clit. 

You suck in a gasp and a little “Oh” falls from your lips. He pulls back, keeping his left hand in your hair and watches as he slowly sinks two fingers into your cunt, down to the knuckle. Your hands ball up into fists, twisting the sleeves of his shirt and you let out a long, breathy moan. 

“You’re so wet for me already, sweetheart. Really are a little slut, aren’t you?” Your pussy clenches around his thick fingers at his words.

“Yes! Yes, I’m your little slut!” you gasp out.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you, hooking them just right so that he hits the spongy spot inside you every time. You’re holding onto his shirt so tight you think you might rip the sleeves off. You can hear how wet you are, the sound echoing off the cinderblock walls. You start moving your hips to meet the thrust of his fingers inside you, chasing your orgasm. 

“I’m-- I’m gonna--” you clench hard around his fingers, so close to tipping over the edge.

And then his touch is gone. He’s pulled his fingers out of you and let go of you completely, taking a step back. You let out an actual scream of frustration. “No!” you shout, slumping back until your head hits your desk. You actually pout at him.

“Not yet, sweetheart. Want you to come on my cock.” His voice is so low, you almost can’t hear him over the sound of your heaving breaths. “Sit up, pretty girl.”

You push yourself back up and take in his appearance. Other than his rumpled shirt, he looks completely unbothered. His hair is still effortlessly tousled, his face is set into a teasing smirk. The fucker didn’t even break a sweat and you’re gasping for breath like a fish out of water. Pretty girl. He called you pretty.

“Bend over the desk, sweetheart.” 

You scramble to obey his request, standing up and bending over, pushing your ass into the air. You press your forehead into the desk and try to calm your fluttering heart rate. 

Suddenly… finally… you feel his hands on you. He grabs your skirt and bunches it up around your waist. His fingertips slide into the waistband of your panties and he pushes them down, letting them settle around your ankles. You hear the clink of a belt buckle, the tug of a zipper, and then you feel him. 

He slides his cock between your clenched thighs, through the wet folds of your pussy and oh god. You can’t see him, but you can feel that he’s thick. The head of his cock presses against your clit and you moan. 

“Such a pretty little pussy… I’m going to ruin it.” You gasp, but before you can respond, he’s moving. In one fluid motion, he pulls back, kicks your feet apart, and pushes all the way into you. 

“Oh fuck,” you moan out. You might pass out from pleasure. His cock is thick, filling you up and stretching you out more than you ever have been before. He holds still inside you while you clench and unclench around his girth, trying to get used to it. “So big.” you gasp into the desk. 

“I know, baby.” And then he moves, pulling all the way out to the tip and thrusting hard, all the way back in. The force of his hips smacking against your ass jolts you into the desk, making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain and sprawl forward on the desk. 

Ben grabs your shoulder with one hand, tightens his grip on your hip with the other, and resumes fucking into you at an absolutely brutal pace. 

Some part of you is scared you’ll get caught, but that part is overpowered by the euphoria you feel. You’re moaning and babbling incoherently as his cock hits that sweet spot deep inside you and grinds into it with every thrust. 

“Is my. Little. Slut. Gonna. Come. on my. Cock?” Ben grits out between thrusts. 

You cry out a garbled response. Your cunt is fluttering around his thick length and your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and there’s no way you can form words right now. 

Ben wraps his arm around your chest and pulls you back against him. His cock hits something deep inside you and you come with an agonizing cry, gushing around his cock and soaking him to the base. 

Your whole body goes limp with the force of your orgasm, but he holds you up and continues fucking up into you. After a few more thrusts, he pulls out and covers your ass and thighs in his release, letting out a low groan as the thick ropes hit your skin. 

You’re lying on the desk on your stomach, naked ass still in the air. It’s a ridiculous position to lay in, but you’re still riding the high of your orgasm and too blissed out to care. You jolt as you feel silk move across your over-sensitive skin. 

“What’re you doing?” You’re so drunk on his cock, it comes out slurred.

“Cleaning you up, sweetheart,” Ben says. Is he- he’s cleaning you up with his tie. Fuck that’s hot. And sweet? 

“Thank you…” you sigh into the desk. He pulls your panties back up for you and settles your skirt back down around your legs.

“Can you sit up for me, baby?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to your feet, nestling your head into the curve of his shoulder.

It’s not fair for him to fuck you that good and go right to being the sweet, bashful man you thought you knew. 

He brushes your hair out of your face and presses a soft, almost tender, kiss to your nose. You giggle and the sound makes him break out into a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners and his dimple peeking out behind a 5 o’clock shadow. 

“Come on, sweetheart, I’ll walk you to your car.” 

He grabs your coat and your tote bag, slips his hand into yours, and leads you out to the parking lot.

a/n: I’m so sorry. This is ridiculous and I apologize for the no plot snl character porn fic. 

Tags: @beskarandblasters @meveispunk

[itsfookingloosah]

uhhhh rambheem’s first hug anyone?

tagging:- @eremin0109 @manwalaage @darlingletshurttonight @contemporarykafka @rambheem-is-real @lil-stark @sinistergooseberries

The very first time they hug, the night is dark and the stars are bright and Ram hates it.

He is lying on his bed by the window, a clear view of the cloudless sky taunting him with memories. Memories of his 6 year old self lying beside his father on the khaat. Memories of his father pointing to the different constellations and telling him its names and the stories his father had told him. 

If Ram thought about it strongly enough, he could almost breathe in the slight smell of gunpowder Baba always gave off and could almost feel the rough calluses of Baba’s hands when they held his own small ones. He could almost hear the affection in Baba’s voice whenever he talked to Amma and the complete poison in the same voice whenever it was raised against the unjust. 

Load. Aim. Shoot.

Three words. Three words that he has based his entire life around. Three words that he has wrapped around his heart and never let its beat escape the confinements of his mission.

But in hours like these, he wishes. He wishes that things could be different and every recollection he had of Baba was not tainted with blood and sacrifice. He wishes that the first image his mind conjured up whenever he thought about Chotu wasn’t him lying dead beside Amma. He wishes that he could believe that the fire lit inside him wouldn’t eventually end up burning him too.

The sound of his door being thrown open snaps him out of his thoughts.

He doesn't get up, just angles his head to the side to get a look at the only person he knows who enters his room without knocking. 

As usual, Akhtar removes his chappals right in the center rather than the side. As usual, Akhtar doesn't even spare him a glance and goes directly to the kitchen. 

“You know,” Ram says, removing his hands from the back of his and shifting to sit upright, “sometimes I think you come to my house only to raid my kitchen.”

After a few clinks and clanks of utensils, his friend finally pokes his head out, his recently washed curls and beautiful face visible through the doorway. “Bhai, you say that as if my motorcycle is not the only mode of transport you have.”

He huffs out a small laugh at that and watches as the man grabs his plate and comes to sit in front of him on the bed, crossing his legs and digging into his food.

Ram can't help the smile that manages to find its way to his lips. Isn't this exactly what he is fighting for? To preserve moments like these? Isn't this what every single fight that ever happens is about? The hope that when it finally gets over, one can go home and remove his shoes by the door and sit on his bed and eat with his hands?

Yes. This is exactly what he is fighting for. 

Akhtar looks up from his food and furrows his brows at the look he is on the receiving end of. “Is there something on my face?” 

Freedom. “No,” Ram answers.

“What’s with the look then?”

“There’s no look.”

“There is definitely a look.”

“Focus on your food.”

“Not until you tell me.”

“It's nothing.” Ram shakes his head. “Just something to do with my father.”

Akhtar tilts his head to the side, in the way he always does whenever he is listening to something intently. It is a look Ram has grown used to but not all immune. 

“My father had a lot of expectations from me,” he says, the words tumbling out of his mouth. “Sometimes I wonder whether I would be able to live up to them.” He looks out of the window, closes his eyes and pretends that the slight caress of wind is his mother’s song lulling him to sleep. “Sometimes I wish he was there to see it if I do.”

Warm fingers press against his open palm and not for the first time, Ram admires the way their hands perfectly entwine with each other. He expects the slight squeeze on his wrist that has turned into a form of reassurance in their friendship. He expects the other hand to come up and cover their linked ones. 

What he doesn’t expect is the hug that comes after.

Akthar’s arms wrap themselves around Ram’s shoulders and every single thought flies out of his head. Ram doesn't remember the last time he had been hugged like this.  Ram doesn’t remember the last time he had been hugged at all.

“He is proud of you,” Akthar says and there is no room for contradictions in his voice. “Wherever he is, he is seeing you and he knows that no matter what you do, you will never fail him.”

Ram just wraps his arms tighter and pulls him closer, letting himself get lost in the surety of his friend’s words and the warmth of his embrace.

Months later, when he is standing on a wooden platform and a thorned whip is ripping the flesh from the same friend’s body, and he is one step closer to completing his father’s expectations, he lets himself complete one last thought. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to. 

[hurricanery]

all to myself

A/N: This is a quick thing I wrote completely as a result of re-watching season 15 Amelink moments. Kinda a throwback. The next story I post will either be some domestic amelink/scout stuff orrrr a multi-chapter AU featuring amelink as interns together w/ some other original characters. Let me know what you wanna read next! Feedback is always appreciated!

_______

Floating on a high, and I feel ya

Got an ache inside, and I need ya

Ooh, I desperately wanna be lost with you

'Til all of our energy crosses

_______

They slept together. Once. Two weeks ago. Rather impulsively at a work conference.

And Amelia knows it was more than just an impulsive move, or a soon-to-be repressed mistake. God, she doesn’t see it as a mistake.

She’s been thinking about it basically 24/7 since she returned back to Seattle. She doesn’t remember finally being able to fall asleep that night, but she does remember waking up the next morning with a start.

Because something was different. Good different.

She had sat up in the hotel bed, instantly reaching for her own lips, running her fingertips over them, as if she’d actually feel proof of what happened.

And then she had registered that distinct taste on her lips and vaguely in the back of her throat. Kind of like the burning sensation of a kiss you’ll never not think of. It was a bold presence in her morning. And it was so refreshing.

Her heart had clenched as she let the hazy memories resurface.  

If asked whether she anticipated sleeping with Atticus Lincoln on that night, she would’ve burst out into stunned laughter. Because, no. Of course not. Right?

She’d just ended a long-term relationship. She’d been in a bit of a weird place lately. Not totally herself. And probably not ready. So, this definitely wasn’t going to become anything serious.

But somehow, something had changed that night. And in that moment, after a brief argument that had surprisingly ended in a dinner invite, looking into a pair of pleading blue eyes that she wished didn’t mirror her own, she knew what her next move was.

And it was the way he had gazed back at her, that finally pushed her over the edge. Deciding dinner wasn’t truly what she wanted in that moment, she murmured a quick ‘no’ before stepping forward and capturing his soft lips in her own.

She remembers the way he had instantly kissed her back, and the way his breath felt against her own. Her hands went to the buttons on his shirt, and the noise that she had made in the back of her throat, a mix between a whine and a full-fledged moan. As if to say, finally.

She likes to think it was Link who took control then, slipping his tongue into her mouth and pulling his own shirt the rest of the way off. Pushing her toward the bed and lifting her onto it. Pushing down a wall she’d had up for some time now. Making her feel.

Alternative pain relief.

Finally. Feeling.

_______

Two weeks later and Amelia’s still feeling. A lot.

But her mind is clouded mostly with confusion. Because she hasn’t heard anything from Link since that night. And she hopes to god that he doesn’t regret it. But she’d totally understand if he did. She’s the one in a weird place. The one who needs alternative pain relief.

Part of her feels guilty. The inexplicable doubt weighs on her, the fact that she’s basically using him. Just because she needs it, doesn’t mean he does, too. And so Amelia suppresses any urge she has to bring it up; suppresses any urge she has to just jump his bones right then and there, when the two of them are hopping on a private plane to New York for a surgery. Basically forced into each other’s company.

She’ll act cool, calm, collected….all of it.

She’ll disregard the fact that she’s been ‘in a weird place these days,’ because she’s just grateful that she’s feeling, again.

_______

Amelia steps onto the small plane and all of her anxieties about seeing Link again wash away as soon as she locks eyes with him.

He turns to her, from where he has already taken his seat, and awkwardly kind of shrugs, with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Hey, stranger,” she mumbles, in a mock-serious tone, before she realizes she can’t keep up the facade. And she starts laughing. “Long time, no see.”

Link laughs in agreement, and it looks like his shoulders relax a little. Amelia takes her seat across from him, smirking the whole time.

_______

It happens again.

Amelia doesn’t mean for it to happen again, but it does.

And now she’s slipping out of Link’s bed and pulling on his shirt in one swift movement. Her ‘no sleepovers’ policy at the forefront of her mind as she makes her way to the door between their adjoining hotel rooms.

“Wait, how about we order pizza?”

Amelia glances at Link incredulously. “We have a very important surgery early tomorrow. Sleep time.”

“Or room service?” He continues, persistent. “Room service in bed and then we sleep?”

“No,” Amelia laughs. “No sleepovers, remember?”

Link pouts at her, collapsing back against the bed dramatically. “Let’s forget the rules for a night. I’m hungry.”

“Nope!” Amelia states matter-of-factly. “No complications. We both agreed. My life is already complicated enough.” She laughs.

Link sighs again dramatically, accepting defeat.

“Goodnight, Link.” She smirks at him as he lays back against the bed. “See you tomorrow.”

There’s brief silence as she turns around in her doorway, beginning to push the door shut.

“Goodnight, Amelia.”

_______

The following evening, after a successful surgery, Amelia and Link return to their hotel. As they enter the lobby, the receptionist at the front desk waves in their direction. Amelia simply waves back before she realizes that the receptionist is trying to wave her over.

“I’ll go see what’s up. Hold the elevator for me.” Amelia mumbles.

Link presses the button to call the elevator down and watches from across the lobby as Amelia chats briefly with the staff. A minute later, Amelia returns with a weird look on her face.

“What was that about?” Link asks.

“There’s a problem with the rooms,” she explains. She looks riddled with uncertainty. “Well, with my room.”

“Huh?”

“Apparently my hotel room is reserved for another guest starting early tomorrow. They offered to upgrade me starting tonight.”

Link frowns.

“I didn’t want to have to move all my luggage to another floor so….” She pauses briefly as they step onto the elevator. The next sentence comes out in a nervous mumble. “I said we only needed one room.”

Link slowly breaks out into a smile. “We can work with that,” He says calmly. “Good idea to not have to move your stuff.”

The elevator door opens to their floor and Amelia just stands there for a second, watching Link exit.

She swears she can hear him laughing at her sudden awkwardness as he makes his way down the hallway.

Once Amelia gets all of her luggage settled into Link’s room, she returns to the lobby briefly to return the key card to her previous room.

She re-enters their now shared hotel room and watches as Link sighs tiredly, leaning toward the bed before dramatically sprawling out on it.

Amelia laughs loudly at his action. “You were great today.” She sits on the chair in the corner to remove her ankle boots and jacket. “In surgery I mean.”

“As were you.” Link responds, picking his head up to glance at her. “Very few people in this world can do what you did today.”

Amelia smiles sheepishly at the wholeheartedness of his words, then suddenly stands up.

“I’m gonna shower.” She states, “I’ll just be a few.”

Link tries not to pass out on top of the covers before she returns. He can hear her humming slightly to herself from inside the bathroom, and Link stifles the urge to mock her in any way.

Link changes into some sweatpants and a t-shirt before he hears the water turn off.

“Ah, shit,” he hears Amelia hiss through the thin walls.

“Amelia?” he calls, almost too quickly, cursing himself for being too attentive.

There’s a moment of silence.

“Uh, yeah? Yeah, Hi. Everything’s cool in here. Yep. Don’t worry.” And then she laughs.

“Uhhhh,” he draws out his response. “You sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, I’m just…..clumsy. Dammit.” She laughs again breathlessly. “I, uh. I cut my shin…. shaving….I thought it stopped bleeding, but…”

Silence falls between them again and Amelia can’t help but laugh at the situation she’s gotten herself in.

“Do you need my help?”

“Uh, no. I don’t think so.” She knows she doesn’t sound convincing.

“…Amelia?”

“Actually, do you have a bandaid? …..Or like six?”

There’s another pause before Amelia can hear some shuffling around in the other room.

“There’s got to be a first aid kit in here somewhere.” Link responds, making his way to the closet “Got it!”

He walks over to the bathroom but pauses with his hand on the door knob. “Should I come in?”

“Yeah, yeah. Please.” Comes a muffled reply.

Link opens the door and is met with an unexpected sight. Not entirely sure what to expect, but Amelia, wrapped up in a white towel, sitting on the lid of the closed toilet seat, leg propped up on the edge of the bathtub, was not it.

He bursts out laughing.

“This is not funny!” But she’s laughing, too. And rolling her eyes at him. “I need those bandages!”

“Wait, no. Amelia. You can’t just put a bandaid on there. You’re bleeding, like, a lot.” He kneels down next to her, and Amelia instinctively pulls her towel tighter underneath her arms. Link gives her a look, as if to say, 'It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before. Now please let me assess your injury.’

And Amelia just relaxes her shoulders, nodding to herself and to him.

“And you’re soaking wet, no bandaid is gonna stay on your skin like this,” he mutters, pushing the ropes of her wet hair back past her shoulders, in hopes that it would help her dry faster.

He grabs a roll of toilet paper from under the sink and goes to work at stopping the bleeding, holding it there for a while until he thinks it’s okay to wrap up.

“Now six bandaids seems a little excessive there, Amelia. How about two?”

“I think I deserve at least four,” she bargains, endearing smirk on her face.

“Fine,” Link gives in, gently placing each bandaid on her shin one at a time. “There. Good as new,” he smiles, patting her leg.

Amelia rolls her eyes, blushing. “Thanks.”

And then Link stands, not sure what to do with himself now.

“I’m going to change now,” Amelia laughs.

And now Link’s blushing. “Yeah, yep. I’ll get out of your way,” he mumbles, exiting the tiny bathroom.

_______

When Amelia enters the room a few minutes later in an oversized t-shirt, which is what she normally wears to bed, she swears she sees Link do a double take. He’s now dressed in sweats standing near his open luggage in the opposite corner of the room. His stare lingers for a second too long and Amelia looks down at herself. She doesn’t understand the sudden awkwardness between them. But the air feels different.

“I know. Sorry, this is all I have,” she mumbles. “And I thought I’d have my own room tonight so-”

“What? No, you’re fine,” Link responds quickly.

She grins at him, clearly amused by him.

Link shakes his head at himself and turns to grab a couple pillows off of the bed, tossing them on to the floor.

“What are you doing?” Amelia interrupts him.

“Making a bed for myself on the floor?” It comes out as a question. “No sleepovers, remember?” He laughs, knowingly.

Amelia looks stunned, but only for a moment.

“No you’re not,” Amelia laughs. “Just get in here,” she adds, as she crawls under the covers on one side of the bed.

Link gratefully tosses the pillows back, getting into bed beside Amelia, sitting against the headboard as he pulls on the covers.

He reaches across and switches off the light on his bedside table, and the whole room goes dark. Amelia rolls onto her side and listens to Link shuffle around until he gets comfortable.

“Goodnight, Link. Thanks again for today,” Amelia whispers in his general direction, not really sure of his current position.

“'Night, Amelia.” Amelia is surprised by the vicinity of his voice, closer than she expected.

A couple minutes later and Amelia needs to readjust herself. She gasps when her face collides with something surprisingly hard. She reaches out her hand and quickly realizes she’s touching Link’s chest, now with her hand, and leaning against him with her face pressed up to it.

“Oops,” she mutters, and Link laughs under his breath.

But she doesn’t move away.

And Link takes the initiative of pulling her in closer at her hips, and then keeping his hands there, squeezing at her waist.

“Amelia, I-”

“Link-”

They both pause. And Link squeezes at her waist again, encouraging her to talk first.

She clears her throat. “Link, I-” She pauses again, working herself up to what she wants to say.

Their eyes are adjusting to the light it seems, and Amelia can just make out Link’s eyes, staring intently back at her. Maybe he can sense her worry.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Link offers.

Amelia nods. “Right,” she mumbles quietly.

Their faces are just inches apart. And Amelia knows she wants to kiss him. She wants to have him again. She wants to keep feeling. Keep falling.

Maybe she wants the complications.

Maybe she just wants to kiss him.

So she does. And Link shivers as her lips gently brush his. Amelia feels Link move one of his hands up in response, so that it’s cupping her cheek, while the other remains on her hip.

Link leans forwards and presses his lips against Amelia’s. He opens his mouth to her and Amelia does the same, catching his top lip between hers. It’s slow, and it’s lovely. And this time it’s not impulsive.

But it still feels so right.

They pull apart, smiling through the darkness. And Amelia rolls over so that her back lines up against Link’s front. His arm goes possessively around her waist, pulling her in closer than they’ve ever been.

Amelia can feel her breath start to even out, as well as hear Link’s. Both on the verge of sleep. She just barely whispers into the quiet of the room, “I kind of like sleepovers."

_______

And I want you all to myself

Just keep me caught in your spell

You stop my breathing, but keep my heart breathing

You're bringing me outta hell

Oh, I want you all to myself

[thelazyhermits]

Hospital Visit

After seeing the beautiful art @quirkquess drew for my birthday, which you can find here, I felt compelled to write a little drabble inspired by it. I hope y’all enjoy it! XD

After getting an unexpected call from Tsukauchi, you later find yourself at a hospital in Osaka. Normally, when you’re in a hospital, it’s because you’re a patient, but thankfully, that’s not the case today. 

Unfortunately, that means someone you know and care about is a patient instead.

According to the police detective, Fatgum had a rough encounter with some villains yesterday. While he came out the victor, the BMI hero was regrettably not unscathed.

In addition to losing all his fat, Fatgum ended up with several bone fractures and a concussion. Fortunately, none of his injuries are serious, so he won’t be out of commission for a long period of time. He’ll be back to normal in no time as long as he makes sure to get enough rest.

While that sounds simple enough, it unfortunately isn’t since Fatgum hasn’t exactly been a model patient since arriving at the hospital. Tsukauchi was told by the staff that Fatgum keeps trying to escape to find food since he’s not a fan of the hospital’s food. 

That’s why the police detective decided to request your services. He had to come to the hospital anyway to question one of the villains that’s currently a patient there, so he thought it’d be a good idea to bring you along to help with Fatgum while he visited the villain. 

So, after he drops you off outside the door to the BMI hero’s room, Tsukauchi parts ways with you, telling you that he’ll provide an escort back to UA whenever you’re ready to leave. After thanking him, you move to open the door.

When you do, you see the room’s sole occupant, lying in bed wearing a disgruntled expression. You feel a sharp pang in your chest when you take in the sight of all his bandages and see his right arm in a sling.

As soon as his eyes fall on you, they grow large. “Y/N?! What are ya doin’ here?”

Your eyes narrow as you put your hands on your hips. “I think a better question would be: Why did I hear about you being in the hospital from Detective Tsukauchi instead of you?”

His expression turns sheepish. “Uhhhh. I was gonna do it later today?”

Yeah, right. No doubt Taishiro was planning on not telling you in order to avoid worrying you. That knucklehead.

With a huff, you cross your arms. “I guess I’ll have to keep that in mind the next time I end up injured, huh?”

Panicked, Taishiro quickly sits up and immediately winces when the sudden movement jostles his injuries. Worried, you hurry over to his bedside and lay a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay, Taishiro-san?”

He nods before giving you a little grin. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just sat up too fast. Sorry for worryin’ ya.”

The corners of your lips tug downwards. “I’m sorry. It’s because of what I said. Even though I didn’t mean it, I shouldn’t have said it.”

Taishiro uses his free hand to ruffle your hair as his expression softens. “Ya don’t need to apologize. Ya made a good point. It’s not fair of me to expect ya to tell me every time ya get injured but not do the same for ya when it happens to me.”

After saying that, his arm moves to wrap around you so he can pull you toward him. As you gently embrace the older man, he buries his face in your hair. “I’m sorry for not tellin’ ya, Y/N. I promise I won’t let it happen again. I won’t try to keep ya in the dark anymore.”

You nuzzle his chest. “Thank you.”

A few minutes later, you finally pull away from the blond and give him a once over, using one of your hands to gently hold his face so you can better examine it. “Are you in a lot of pain? Do you need anything?”

With a soft grin, Taishiro rests his free hand over yours and gives it a squeeze. “I’m fine, really. I’ll be fully recovered in no time, I promise.”

Raising an eyebrow, you reply, “I wonder about that. Recovery requires rest, and considering what the hospital staff has said about you, it doesn’t sound like you’ve been doing a lot of that since becoming a patient.”

He immediately averts his gaze as he releases his hold on your hand. “O-Oh, really? They said that?”

An amused huff passes your lips  “Uh huh. According to them, you haven’t exactly been a model patient.”

Pouting, Taishiro grumbles, “I just wanted some decent food. They act like I’m gonna leave the hospital and never come back.”

Giggling, you move to press a soft kiss on his bandaged cheek, making him blush. “I know. That’s why I brought along something special so you wouldn’t try to make anymore escape attempts today.”

While you move to pull off your backpack, the blond covers his flustered face with his free hand and peeks at you through the opening between his fingers. “Somethin’ special?”

You grin as you pull out some tupperware and take off the lid, revealing the takoyaki you made. “Yep. I made your favorite. They’re still hot since I made them at your apartment before coming here while Detective Tsukauchi visited the local police station.”

His eyes light up as his mouth begins to water. “They look delicious!”

Your grin grows as you hold out a takoyaki and bring it close to his lips. “Say ‘Ahhhh’, Taishiro-san.”

The flustered expression he was wearing earlier returns with a vengeance. “W-Wait! Ya don’t have to feed me! I can still use my left arm!”

Shaking your head, you move the takoyaki closer to him when he tries to pull away. “That doesn’t change the fact that it’s still injured. You shouldn’t push yourself unnecessarily, Taishiro-san. Just let me take care of you today, okay?”

Realizing you won’t be taking no for an answer, the embarrassed hero reluctantly eats the offered takoyaki. After he does, his expression brightens. “They really are delicious! That’s one of the best takoyaki I’ve ever had!”

Pride bubbles in your chest as you offer him another one, moving to take a seat on the edge of his bed so you can have easier access to the older man. “I should hope so. After all, unlike those other takoyaki, mine have all my love for you in them. There’s no way I’d allow them to lose to any possible rivals.”

Even though you made sure to say that after he finished swallowing the second takoyaki, Taishiro still makes a choked sound after hearing your response. He futilely attempts to hide his now scarlet cheeks behind his hand. “There ya go again. This must be your payback for me not tellin’ ya that I was here.”

Your eyes sparkle with obvious mischief as you offer him another takoyaki. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Taishiro-san. I’m just letting you know how much I love you, just as I always do. Nothing unusual about that.”

Taishiro pouts before accepting the offered food. After swallowing, he asks, “You’re not gonna cut down on the flusterin’ at all today, are ya?”

The corners of your lips lift higher as you move to kiss his forehead. “Nope~ I’m gonna dote on you as much as possible today. Aren’t you lucky?”

He catches you by surprise when he abruptly pulls you toward him until you’re sitting on the bed beside him. When you look up at him with wide eyes, Taishiro wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you further against him, grinning all the while. “I’m definitely the luckiest guy on the planet, gettin’ to have ya all to myself today. Thank ya for comin’, Y/N.”

Warmth envelopes your chest as you snuggle closer to the blond. “Anything for you, Taishiro-san.”

After all, your favorite hero deserves only the best.

[baconsoupforthesoul]

How Much for that Kitty in the Window?

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY INKSPOTTIE!!!! @inkspottie (obviously) and I hope you enjoy~

To say that Henry was only a little nervous would have been an understatement. While Henry was a nervous person by nature, the anxiety that often buzzed at the back of his mind was hitting him full force. Henry glanced around at all the little cages around him, wringing his hands as his wife chatted idly with the lady who ran the animal shelter. Lyra had wanted to adopt a cat for some time, but when she had first mentioned the idea to Henry, he almost had a panic attack right then and there. It wasn’t that he was afraid of cats, not at all. He was afraid of himself around cats. He shivered as a memory he had once forgotten washed over him. 

“Not now. Not now,” Henry muttered to himself, trying to shake off the feeling of holding a limp kitten in his hands and Joey Drew’s voice ringing in his ear. Even though the man was dead, the former head of Rapture Studios still haunted Henry in his memories, especially the ones he had regained of the time he had spent as the madman’s test subject. Gosh, how old was he when it had happened? It was hard to say, with how fast he was forced to age back then, but he was pretty sure he couldn’t have been much older than seven when Joey had decided to test how far his ‘Would you kindly?’ conditioning would go. When he had forced Henry to break that kitten’s neck with his bare hands.

Henry sucked in a deep breath, wrapping his arms around himself to keep from breaking down. It had taken all of his courage to come here with Lyra today. After he had told her why he was so reluctant to adopt a cat, she had understood completely. She had been absolutely horrified to hear what Joey had forced him to do, and she didn’t bring up the subject for a long time after that. But Henry could tell she desperately wanted a cat around the place, seeing her longing glances at pet store windows whenever the two of them were out together. Despite his reluctance, Henry found he couldn’t deny Lyra something that she wanted this badly. She loved him despite all his scars and supported him through all the trauma he was still dealing with to this day. This was the least he could do for her. Besides, he didn’t want his past in Rapture to define him. He could move past this… for Lyra.

As Henry was lost in thought, something small and soft tapped his arm. Henry jumped, taking a step back as he turned to see one of the cats reaching out of its cage at him. The cat had white fur with splotches of black that looked kind of like ink drops. The cat looked up at him, giving a soft meow as it reached out to Henry with its paws.

“Uhhhh,” Henry turned his head towards Lyra but she was still deep in conversation, not taking notice of his sudden plight. Henry turned back towards the cat and took a hesitant step forward. “Ummmm, hi there,” Henry’s voice shook as he gave the cat an awkward wave. The cat meowed back at him, its green eyes staring curiously at him. Henry spared Lyra another nervous glance before returning his attention to the cat. This… this was fine. The cat was still in their cage, there was a slim chance that Henry might accidentally hurt the little thing. Hesitantly, Henry reached out and lightly ran his index finger over the top of the cat’s paw. The feline let out a happy little squeak as it reached out for Henry’s hand with his other paw. Henry could feel a small smile tug at the corners of his mouth as he gently pets the cat’s paws, feeling its soft fur under his fingertips. 

“Mrow!” The cat meowed happily as it squashed its face up against the bars as if trying to stick its head through. Henry let out a soft chuckle as he slowly reached his fingers inside the cage and gently rubbed the cat’s head. He let out a soft gasp as the cat started purring with contentment, rubbing its head on his hand as he scratched them behind the ears.

“Did you find a friend there, Henry?” The smaller man jumped slightly, not realizing that Lyra had walked right up beside him. She gave him a knowing smile, causing Henry’s face to flush. Meanwhile, the cat meowed at him again, swatting at his hand with its paws, demanding Henry to continue petting them.

“Oh, I see that Spottie has taken a shine to you!” The shelter worker chimed in. “She’s such a sweet little thing. Do you want me to take her out so you can hold her?”

Henry froze, going as white as a sheet and looking like a deer caught in headlights. Lyra noticed his panic though and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I’d love to hold her,” she offered, saving Henry from having to explain why the thought of holding a cat terrified him. The shelter worker smiled, completely obvious to Henry’s alarm, as she went over to unlock the cage. She gently lifted Spottie out and handed her off to Lyra. The biggest grin broke out on Lyra’s face as Spottie meowed happily and rubbed her head underneath Lyra’s chin. “Oh my gosh she’s so precious,” Lyra cooed, her eyes lit up as she held Spottie close to her. “Isn’t she the cutest thing Henry?”

“Y-yeah,” Henry replied, staring lovingly at his wife. Seeing her this happy filled him with joy, washing away his nerves and putting himself at ease. Gosh, how did he get this lucky?

As he stood lovestruck gazing at his wife though, Spottie turned her eyes towards him and began reaching out to him with her paws again, meowing insistently. “Aww, she likes you, Henry!” Lyra exclaimed, ecstatic that the cat was already warming up to her timid husband.

“I guess so,” Henry sounded pleased but unsure as he slowly reached out and began scratching Spottie behind the ears. “I don’t know why though…”

“I can think of a few reasons,” Lyra said teasingly, winking at her husband causing him to blush again, before turning back to the shelter worker. “Is she up for adoption?”

“She most definitely is!” She informed Lyra, looking pleased. “Did you want to bring Spottie home or did you want to keep looking around?”

“I think Spottie has already decided for us,” Lyra chuckled as the cat in her arms nuzzled and licked Henry’s hand. Henry looked completely overwhelmed as he tried to suppress tears of joy. As nervous as he was, he couldn’t help but feel hopeful about his and Lyra’s new furry companion. 

—

Despite having such a wonderful introduction, Henry was still a little anxious around his and Lyra’s new pet. Spottie had made herself right at home these past few weeks, but Henry could still feel his nerves coil up in his stomach whenever he looked at her. It was stupid and irrational, but he was still so terrified that he might hurt her. She just seemed so small and fragile. Henry wouldn’t be able to live with himself if anything bad happened to her. 

Spottie seemed utterly obvious to Henry’s worry though and always seemed to be vying for his affection. Whenever he would walk in the door she’d always be right there, pawing at his leg meowing up a storm, demanding pets. She was so sweet, Henry felt like his heart couldn’t take it sometimes. He just wished he could give the kitty the love she deserved, not freeze up with nerves all the time. He had yet to even pick her up, he was so scared he might hurt her or drop her or something. Gosh, why was he like this?

One day though, as Henry was sitting on the couch, idling flipping through channels waiting for Lyra to come home from work, Spottie decided to take the initiative. Henry wasn’t even paying attention as the cat leaps onto the couch, stalking silently towards him. Suddenly, Henry felt a paw press into his leg and looked down to see Spottie climb onto his lap.

“Uhhhhhh,” Henry’s heart went into overdrive as Spottie stared up at him with big green eyes. “W-whatcha doing there Spottie…?”

“Mrow,” The cat replied with a soft meow, before curling up in Henry’s lap. Henry sat there, completely frozen, his eyes wide with panic. Oh no, what was he supposed to do now? He had a lap full of cat and he was terrified out of his mind. He didn’t want to disturb her, he was stuck until she decided to release him from his prison of cuteness. He could feel the soft rise and fall of Spottie’s chest as she breathed, completely at ease, unlike him.

Henry clenched his eyes shut, trying to fight off his rising panic. He…he needed to calm down. It was just Spottie. He could do this. Henry took a deep breath, slowly opening his eyes, before lifting his arm and running a hand down Spottie’s back. The cat purred with contentment, nuzzling further into Henry’s lap. Henry could feel his bottom lip quiver as he continued stroking the cat, feeling her soft fur under his fingers. Petting Spottie brought up another memory from his time in Rapture, but for once this one wasn’t traumatizing. He remembers feeling sick, unable to get out of bed due to the tests he had undergone when Norman had visited him with his pet dog. He recalls running his fingers through the dog’s fur, completely fascinated by something so commonplace on the surface. It had been a shining moment of happiness between all of his despair. For the longest time, Henry thought that he would never feel such happiness again. It was hard to fathom how much his life had improved after escaping Rapture a second time. He wasn’t alone anymore. He had brothers, friends, a wife, and now this adorable cat just laying in his lap, purring away without a care in the world. Henry sniffed, feeling his emotions bubbling over as the front door swung open.

“Darling! I’m home!” Lyra called, taking off her coat and shoes by the door. She strolled into the living room and stopped when she saw her husband in tears with Spottie laying in his lap.

“Lyra,” Henry choked, looking up to his wife with glossy eyes. “She’s purring,” he sobbed, scratching the top of her head, the sound of the cat’s delight filling the room.

Lyra held her hands up to her chest, her heart hurting from the level of cuteness in the room. “Of course she is,” Lyra murmured, sitting down next to her husband, wrapping an arm around him and rubbing the tears off his cheeks as he sniffled, completely overwhelmed with love. “Are you gonna be alright dear?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, I’m just…” Henry wiped the rest of the tears off his face with his sweater sleeve, leaning into his wife’s embrace. “She’s just so…. I never thought that I… I just can’t…”

“Shhhh, it’s okay, I know,” Lyra reassured him, kissing him sweetly on the forehead. “She is pretty precious, isn’t she?”

“You both are,” Henry pointed out, giving his wife a lovestruck grin, before pecking her on the lips. Lyra let out a soft giggle, holding Henry tighter as she joined him in showering Spottie with affection.

—

Henry jolted awake, gasping as he opened his eyes to his pitch-black bedroom. He lay there panting for a moment before looking over at his wife next to him. She was still asleep, thank goodness. He’d woken her enough times with him bolting up in bed screaming from nightmares. He must not have been as loud this time, as her soft snores filled the room as he tried to slow his breathing down. He couldn’t even remember what he had been dreaming about, he could just feel the dread swirling around in his stomach as his whole body tingled with unease. Well, he was wide awake now. Henry stared up at the ceiling, letting out a long sigh. He was tempted to get out of bed and do something but that might wake up Lyra. He wasn’t looking forward to lying in bed as his thoughts spiraled down the negative rabbit hole they usually did when he was left to stop and think. Henry had spent way too many nights contemplating everything that was wrong with him, wondering when all the happiness he had gained would all just slip through his fingers.

As Henry felt his thoughts already taking a headlong dive into depressing what-ifs, he felt something soft bat at his face. He blinked and looked over, squinting at the small dark shape on the bed next to him.

“Spottie?” He said groggily, trying to keep his voice down so as not to disturb his snoozing wife. “What are you up to? It’s…” Henry glanced over at the clock on his bedside table. “It’s four in the morning Spottie. It’s too early for me to feed you.”

“Mrow,” Spottie mewed softly, tilting her head at him curiously. She leaned forward and gently licked the tears Henry hadn’t even noticed were falling down his checks.

“Spottieeee,” Henry whined, gently pushing the cat away slightly. “That tickles,” Henry half laughed, half sniffled. “Come on, I don’t wanna wake Lyra.” Spottie merely meowed in response, ignoring Henry’s protests as she padded forward and climbed onto Henry’s face.

“Spottie,” Henry hissed softly, trying to keep his voice down as his cat walked all over him. “What in the world are you-?” Spottie cut Henry off with another meow as she curled up around the top of Henry’s head, using her owner like a pillow. Henry lay there for a moment, feeling the soft vibrations as Spottie purred next to him. Was she… comforting him? Henry sniffed and wiped the moisture from his eyes. “Thanks, Spottie,” Henry murmured, reaching up to scratch her behind the ears as the cat nuzzled closer to him. Henry let out a contented sigh before shutting his eyes again and letting Spottie’s purrs lull him back into sleep.

The next morning, as Lyra woke up with a stretch and a yawn, she looked over to see her husband peacefully asleep with their cat curled around his head. She had to suppress a delighted gasp as she slowly slid out of bed. She quickly but quietly scurried out of the bedroom to find her camera. She was determined to preserve this moment of adorableness forever, as Henry and Spottie snored away in bed, completely oblivious.

[astralshipper]

ALRIGHT SO UHHHH i need a MEGA fix it fic for tonight’s ep of spn for many many reasons but for NOW i fixed just. one thing. don’t read this if u don’t want to be spoiled for 15x03!!! this is basically me just. being absolutely wild over belph sooooo hope yall don’t mind me fawning over a demon!!!!!!!!

this is incredibly incredibly INCREDIBLY self indulgent but it’s definitely not the most self indulgent thing ive written for this fandom jalnbfue youve been warned!!

warnings: language, supernatural elements (ofc), angst w a happy ending, kissin a demon bc we’re all sinners anyways 

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Dean shouted at the retreating back of the demon. Belphegor never turned, his steps never even faltered. He kept his hands stuffed in the pockets of Jack’s blood soiled jacket and continued on towards the entrance to the crypt.

Astra watched him with a concerned gaze. “I’ll go get him, you guys stay here. Try to figure this out, okay? There’s gotta be a way.” She punctuated her sentence with a turn on her heel, and she set off after the demon.

She missed Jack, there was no doubt about that. Jack was a close friend, very close, part of the team, all of that. She missed him to bits, and her heart still hurt every time she saw his body and knew it wasn’t him manning the wheel. But still, something about the personality now residing in that head made her heart rate pick up and her stomach to erupt in butterflies. Even still, she tried her best not to focus on it. Even if the world wasn’t ending again, and they hadn’t just made an enemy of God himself, she still wouldn’t be able to even think about trying anything. At the end of the day, he’s a demon, and she’s a hunter, and the team would never be okay with anything like that.

“Belphegor!” Astra called as she exited the crypt. She picked up her pace and began jogging towards him. “Belphegor, wait up! Come on, you can’t- you can’t just leave us! Not after all we’ve done, you can’t just give up!” She pleaded.

Suddenly, Belphegor stopped moving. He halted in place, hands never leaving his pockets, but never turning around. He hung his head low as it lolled limply on his neck. Astra slowed her pace, but continued moving forward. 

“Belphegor? Come on, Belphegor, come back with me. Don’t leave us like this. We can’t just give up.” She was practically begging at this point. Her mouth hung slightly ajar as she tried to think of what else she could say to keep him there. She wasn’t even sure, at this point, if she was fighting for him to stay with the team, or for him to stay with her. It didn’t matter anyways, she reminded herself. It was the same thing, right?

He removed one hand from his jacket to pinch at the bridge of his nose. A heavy breath released from his nose. “I can’t do this,” he muttered under his breath. Astra’s brows furrowed and she took another tentative step towards him.

“Bel? What do you mean? Of course you can, we just need to work together. I know the rest of the team doesn’t totally trust you, but I do, okay? And we can fix this, but we need to do it together.” Her voice broke repeatedly as she spoke, and she was thankful for the extra step she took. She wasn’t sure he would’ve heard her soft voice if she had been any further away.

Belphegor shook his head wildly against her words. “No, no no no no no, you don’t get it. You don’t get it, that’s not what I mean. I mean, I can’t. Do. This.” He jabs his chin towards the large gash in the earth, from which the spirits of the damned continued to escape in droves. Astra’s eyes flickered from the flying wisps of smoke back to the squared shoulders and back mere inches in front of her. 

“I-” She began, only to cut herself off to swallow the rising lump in her throat. “Belph, I don’t understand... What are you talking about?” Her voice shook with her uncertainty. She twisted her neck in an attempt to see his face, feeling uncomfortable with this way of conversation.

She didn’t need to struggle for long, as mere moments later he whirled around on his heel to face her. He stood so close, his flaring nose brushed against hers as he bent to her level. His jaw set with his clear anger, clenching and unclenching repeatedly. “I’m a demon,” he reminded her.

She raised a brow in question. “Oh really? I hadn’t noticed,” she mused, heavy on the sarcasm. 

An annoyed huff escaped his nose, his lips curling into a dark, venomous smirk, void of any and all amusement. “You don’t get it. You trust me. You shouldn’t trust me, Astra. I’m. A. Demon. That’s basically day one at hunter school, right? Don’t trust the assholes with the black eyes?”

She gave a vague shrug. “Well, to be fair, you don’t actually have eyes...”

He let out a frustrated groan. “This isn’t a joke. I know that’s kinda hard to believe with me, but for once in my life, this isn’t a fucking joke!” He snapped, finally breaking his spell on her by turning and storming a few feet away. She blinked at the sudden loss of his presence so close to her, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. 

She watched as Belphegor threaded his fingers through his hair and tugged at the light brown strands. He paced back and forth through the tombstones littering the grounds. “You shouldn’t trust me. You shouldn’t. After all this, you trust me, and you shouldn’t.”

“Why not? You’ve helped us, you trapped all the ghosts and saved the town, saved the world! All we have to do is get them back in Hell,” she tried to reason with him. Her words trailed off as he continued to shake his head.

“But that...” This time, it was his turn to force down the lump rising in his throat. “That wasn’t my plan, Astra,” he admitted in a soft tone, a tone she hadn’t heard since that body was being used by Jack. It almost knocked her off her feet to hear it again after all they had been through the past day or so. 

Her blood turned to ice in her veins. Surely she was misunderstanding him. “What are you saying, Belphegor?” The hurt and betrayal seeped deep into her words, soaking them in her denial. Belphegor continued running his hands to the back of his head, where he interlaced his fingers as he hung his head.

“I’m sorry, Astra,” he continued, confirming her worst fears. “I’m not just that perfect little soldier I wanted everyone to think I was.” He barked out a harsh laugh, a laugh that was hollow and lifeless and sent a shiver down Astra’s spine. “I’ve been planning this for centuries. Not this situation exactly, obviously, but over the years? Acting like I’m just the perfect little lackey, getting close to Lilith and Crowley and just, anyone that came into power, all I had to do was get close, and then wait. And when Crowley bit the dust, I thought this is it, this is my chance. And when the big guy cracked the universe open like a teen’s skull in a slasher film? I took that as my cue.”

Astra could no longer feel her hands, or her feet, or her legs, and the numbness continued to travel up her arms with every word. All she could move was her head, which she shook back and forth in denial. “No,” she whispered. “No, tell me you’re kidding. Tell me this is another dumb joke and tell me we can laugh about it and go back into the crypt and work on fixing this together. Tell me anything, anything other than this. I’m begging you, Belphegor,” she pleaded with him. The tears welling up in her eyes were reflected in the wet sound of her voice. She noticed the visible, full body wince the demon gave as her voice broke in her desperation.

“I can’t do that. I’m done lying to you.” He dropped his arms to his side and slowly turned back towards her. His fists clenched by his sides. His mouth hung open just a bit, and his head tilted to the side as he seemed to be studying her in depth, trying to see into the depths of her soul with a glance. “Who are you?”

The hunter blinked in surprise at his question. “What?”

The demon let out a huff and shook his head. The grin on his face was sour and held no amusement. “I’ve had this plan for hundreds and hundreds of years. I had the perfect plan to take over, rule not only Hell, but Earth, Heaven, everything. I’d be a god. I could have everything. It’s been all I’ve focused on for so long, and then... then you come along, and you just... you... fuck!” Once again, he was grasping at the roots of his hair in frustration. “I hardly know you. You’re some random hunter, you shouldn’t matter. You shouldn’t get in the way of anything, not when I can have anything I want. So, why can’t I go through with this now? Why am I standing here, worrying about what would happen to you? Why am I ready to give up everything I’ve worked towards for all these years just because it could hurt one human? And a hunter, no less!” His voice was a growl, but none of his questions were meant to be answered. So she remained silent, and she decided to let him figure it out himself. She simply offered a concerned gaze in support. 

He let out a shaky breath. His eyebrows relaxed and his shoulders dropped in defeat. “I could have everything,” he repeated softly. Astra nodded. “I could have power. I could be a god.” Once again Astra nodded, slower this time. “It’s so close. It’s right there...”

She gave him a pained smile. “I know, Bel.” Her words barely reached his ears with the softness of her tone, and the sound of her voice seemed to knock the breath from the demon’s lungs. 

A moment’s silence passed between the two. The chaos continued to rage on around them, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t phase them whatsoever. Then, slowly but surely, Belphegor stepped back towards Astra. Back towards the crypt. Away from the hole.

Away from his whole plan and all of his power.

His strides grew in length as he made his way back over to her, and once he was within reach, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. She grabbed desperately at his jacket and burrowed her face in his neck. One of his hands threaded through her hair to scratch softly at her scalp. His nose buried into the crown of her head, nuzzling into this newfound comfort greedily. 

The hand at the back of her head trailed down to her jaw, where he hooked two fingers to tilt her face up towards his. Her tear stained face pouted up at him, and her eyes remained red rimmed from the emotions of the past few minutes. He leaned down with great hesitation, pulling away multiple times with his uncertainty. Astra remained still and allowed him to make the decision himself, though she had to admit, it was difficult to hold back from just connecting with him in a kiss.

Finally, he bit the bullet and pressed his lips against hers. She melted into him and snaked her arms around his neck instinctively. His arms wound around her waist to pull her closer. 

Neither of them were sure how much time had passed by the time they pulled away, but it didn’t really matter in their eyes. Astra stayed on her toes to nudge her nose against his, attempting to get him to smile. Much to her delight, it worked, and he let out a soft chuckle.

“Who the hell are you?” He wondered aloud.

Astra gave him a soft smile. “I’m not really sure yet. You mind sticking around to find out?”

[jeonginsdimple]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*soft bias tag*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

okay so i was tagged for this about five times i swear but they’re so deep in my notifs that i Can’t remember who tagged me and im too lazy to look but whoever u are i love u with all of my heart thank u it’s like this tag was made 4 me i am such a soft stan

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 1. Who is your bias?

g o d not this question. i’ll do jeongin bc he probably owns the most uwus of mine

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 2. What made you notice them?

hm.... honestly his b o y s sweater in hellevator was the first thing i saw HJDSHJS i was like “wow.......... that’s...... kinda gay also he’s really cute” but if i’m being completely honest he got such little screen time + lines i couldn’t tell whether he was a part of the group. later on when i looked up their profiles and i saw him i screeched he rly stole my heart very very early on. before i watched the show i kept thinking abt how excited i was to see more of him on screen PFF

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 3. What’s your favorite thing about them?

okay uhhhh u must be the Biggest Bool around if you think im going to name one thing anyway here’s my eight page essay--

fr ok i was going to list some things but i started writing about the first one and it’s too much i’m just going to keep that LMAO

his deep heart is something i think about a lot. i have to admit that i didn’t start watching the show until around when the fifth episode? came out. beforehand i had seen a clip from the fourth episode where jeongin had been practicing for school life, and he started admitting all of his struggles n insecurities n everything (the clip is called ‘jeongin is tired’ or something to that effect on youtube). anyway that was the first thing about stray kids i ever cried about! i sobbed so hard watching that y’all i felt like the Largest Clown around crying alone in my room sobbing over some boy that doesn’t know me PFF. watching him work so hard and worry so much about everything made my heart ache so bad hdsfsjkfdsjk especially since about .2 seconds before watching that clip i had seen a few people hating on him on twitter (which is why stan twt is inferior! too much hate tbh). i think it was at that moment, even if i wasn’t fully aware at the time since i hadn’t seen enough of them, that i really fell in love with jeongin anyway this is getting Too Soft god i’m moving on

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 4. Who would initiate skinship more?

ME HAHA WHAT KIND OF QUESTION-- have y’all seen that boy he’s like a metal rod when it comes to skinship. there’s this one video where minho’s doing a little pat pat 2 jeongin u kno nd he was STIFF AS HELL it was so funny. i’m so annoying and touchy i’d be attached to that boy deadass like some kind of leech he couldn’t get rid of me if he tried. trying 2 sleep? too bad Big Fool! suddenly i am Your Pillow

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 5. Who would hog blankets more?

hm............ well usually i’d say me because i get cold way too fast, but tbh if it was in a situation where i was laying w jeongin??? i’d let myself contract hypothermia and die he can have it

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 6. Who would be more clingy?

i kind of covered this already but 100% me y’all i’m so loud when it comes to being clingy. i’d be around him all the damb time if i had the chance fr

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 7. Who would say ‘I love you’ first?

also me i say i love you way too much. like on a more serious (kind of) note i sometimes worry that i say it to the point where it loses its meaning. i feel like that i should sometimes find other things to say because if there comes a time where someone really needs to hear “i love you” and they can’t believe me because of all of the casual times i’ve said it i’ll probably hate myself lmao. but that’s not important anyway in this situation i’d probably tell this loser i love him every time he came into my line of sight

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･  8. Who would be more easily flustered?

honestly ion know prob both? idk i’m such a loser and i get embarrassed so easy but @ the same time jeongin seems like he sucks at receiving attention without dying. so probably both depending on the situation

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 9. What cuddling position would you two have?

i am Embarrassed writing this but whatever i’ll just go 4 it. so i really love cuddling. like a Lot. also i have to take into account that i am Large and about two inches taller than jeongin. anyway i’d almost always prob be the Big Boy when cuddling. like i’d be wrapped around him in any way i could be. literally every position would be the one.......... if i wanted to give an example tho y’all know the vliev photoshoot that skz had........... the position that hyunjin n woojin were in? i’m hyunjin and jeongin is woojin that’s just how it is

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 10. Which colours remind you of them and why?

black bc he’s edgy uwu (no he’s not but for some reason black usually comes to mind......... it’s my favorite color tho so uhhh correlation) also pastel pink bc he’s so sweet and it’s like The soft color and i am Soft for him

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 12. Which season would you like to spend with them?

winter bc 1: his birthday uwu i’d spoil the fuck out of that boy with my 7 dollars and 2: so many kinship opportunities bc of the cold i’d live 4 it. plus there could b like........ hot chocolate and stuff wowow

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 13. Who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter?

hm........... i like baking....... so i’d prolly bake n jeongin would snatch the batter and i would absolutely Not be angry that boy owns my heart and he can own that batter too

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 14. Which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

ok i’d make so many bad puns every chance i got. fr give him incentive to smarten up and get the fuck away from my annoying ass

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 15. Who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats?

hhhhhh probably me. like i can’t recall any specific time that jeongin’s even talked abt animals. even tho i’m wildly allergic 2 both (but i have two of each rn i’m not weak y’all can fight me) i’d force him to get AT LEAST one dog with me

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 16. Which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen try to microwave a pop tart and who would come to the rescue?

okay i would definitely be the one burning shit down i have literally burnt mac n cheese. i may b able to bake but once it comes to anything that involves an appliance that isn’t an oven i’m screwed

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 17. Who likes to lean over tall railings and who pulls them back?

that boy would lean over a railing on like the twentieth floor deadass “owo whats this” and i’d barrel across the room breaking the sound barrier in the process to save that boy i’m way too nervous all the time

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 18. What would watching a horror film with them be like?

ok well i for one enjoy a good Spook. if it’s like..... real scary tho i’m a little bitch lol. anyway i’d be holding that boy to me like he was on the verge of death the whole time. if he ever jumped i’d probably hold him tight enough to the point where he couldn’t breathe it rly be like that

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 19. Who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

i’d be cheesy 100% i’m so greasy. idk if jeongin would be smooth but considering he likes to introduce himself by saying he falls into our hearts and i introduce myself by messing up my first name i’ll take a chance and say he’s smoother

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 20. Who is more competitve?

him i’m literally so lame i’m not competitive at all. i’d let that boy win in a heartbeat if it made him happy (unless we were playing some like video game shit i get immersed in that)

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 21. Who would have to be given constant reminders? (Remember to eat, don’t forget to your keys, etc)

me all the way i am the most forgetful person on earth. i could be leaving the house n boy’s like “hey loser don’t forget ur fuckin pants”

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 22. Who sends memes and who sends cute ‘I miss you’ texts at 3am?

i send both and he purposely leaves me on read until i apologize

Tagging: anyone fr i don’t know who’s done it already except @dinonugggies u have to

[leegeumhyuks]

VAV Would You Rather - Fluffy

idk why i keep doing this to myself

Would you rather…

~Walk on the beach with Baron or hike in the woods with St.Van?

Mmmmmmmmm walking on the beach sounds so nice and romantic and with Baron it sounds even better but I think hiking in the woods with Geumhyuk would be equally as fun bc Geumhyuk is so cute and romantic and fuck. I’m picking Geumhyuk

~Get coffee with Lou or get ice cream with Ayno?

I don’t like coffee even tho it sounds like such a Lou thing like it’s perfect for him(proud of myself) but an ice cream date sounds like more fun and Yoonho is adorable!

~Go to a fair with Jacob or an amusement park with Ziu?

Fairs are more interesting bc of the animals and stuff so I’ll go with that

~Go on a picnic with Baron or have a candlelit dinner with Lou?

Alright I’m picking Baron this time bc it’s Baron and picnic are super cute!!

~Watch a horror movie with Ziu or a comedy with St.Van?

Both sound fun but have you heard Geumhyuk’s laugh? It’s the more adorable sound on earth so hearing him laugh for like 2 hours straight would be a ma z i n g

~Play paintball with Ayno or laser tag with Jacob?

Paintball sounds painful but I think playing it with Yoonho would be super fun bc he’d probably go easy on me and let me shoot him a bunch of times

~Go to the movies with ACE or an arcade with Ziu?

Not really into arcade games and movies with Wooyoung sound nice depending on the movie (take me to see star wars and my heart is yours)

~Go shopping with Jacob or have a lazy day at home with Lou?

Lazy day with Lou all the way

~Go iceskating with Baron or rollerblading with Ziu?

Iceskating with Baron did you see how good he is at it? Lowkey wanna race him

~Go camping in the woods with Lou or at a campground with Ayno?

In the woods with Hosung sounds interesting. lol don’t really see him as a camping type of guy

~Swim in the moonlight with St.Van or on a hot day with ACE?

Swimming in the moonlight is probably one of my biggest fantasies and with Geumhyuk afdsdsds im gonna die thinking about it (lol go swimming as Under the Moonlight plays)

~Have a snowball fight with Baron or a water balloon fight with Lou?

I hate snow so water balloon fight it is

~Tickle Ziu or have Ayno tickle you?

Yoonho can try and tickle me. Good luck with that chump

~Raise a puppy with ACE or raise a kitten with Lou?

ahhhhhhhhhh I’m a cat person but Wooyoung+puppy sounds sooo tempting!! But Kittens with Hosung also sounds good TT I’m struggling with this one uhhhh I guess I’ll go with... shit. I’m going with kitten with Hosung...

~Have St.Van sing for you or Ayno dance for you?

easiest question I’ve ever had to answer in my life. Geumhyuk has one of my favorite voices ever. Literally the only person I would choose over him is Haechan (and maybe Lee Hongki)

~Play board games with Baron or video games with ACE?

Board games with Baron definitely

~Slow dance with St.Van or dance like idiots with Ayno?

Slow dancing is so cute and romantic even tho I suck at it, but Geumhyuk would be super sweet and I don’t even wanna imagine it bc I’d melt okay moving on

~Go skinny dipping with ACE or jump in fully-clothed with Ziu?

skinny dipping 100%. Plus it’s Wooyoung and have u seen that boy’s body?

~Go on a road trip with Ayno or on a cruise with Baron?

Road trips are very fun plus a man driving makes me weak so Yoonho driving would kill me alSO you couldn’t pay me any amount of money to go on a cruise

~Wear St.Van’s shirt or wear ACE’s hoodie?

Hmm I love hoodies but I would rather wear Geumhyuk’s shirt. He’s so massive it’d probably be a dress on tiny me

~Spend Christmas with Lou or Valentines day with Jacob?

Christmas with Hosung! valentines day is overrated

~Cook breakfast with Baron or cook dinner with St.Van?

cook dinner with Geumhyuk (even tho it’d probably be him doing all the cooking and me being annoying ffs i hate cooking)

~Watch the sunset with Ayno or stargaze with Ziu?

sunsets are so romantic and Yoonho is a cutie so that one

~Sleep next to Lou or Baron?

shit...... I’m gonna have to go with Baron

~Build a fort with Ayno or sleep in a tent with Ziu?

Building forts is so fun are you kidding me

~Backhug Baron or be backhugged by ACE?

Hmmmmmmm I love getting backhugs but I love giving them even more so I’ll give on to Baron

~Get backrubs from Jacob or give backrubs to St.Van?

Give backrubs to Geumhyuk. I think regardless of who the option was I’d choose giving backrubs idk why I just like giving them to people

~Fall asleep on Ayno’s shoulder or fall sleep with your head in ACE’s lap?

Head in Wooyoung’s lap. It sounds comfy (and cute)

~Play with St.Van’s hair or Ziu play with your hair?

PLAY WITH GEUMHYUK’S HAIR!! It’s not even just bc its him but I love playing with peoples hair. And Geumhyuk has such nice hair it looks so soft and thick I wanna run my hands through it and then pull

~Be the little spoon to ACE or be the big spoon to Jacob?

Little spoon to Wooyoung. He got dem arms and to have them wrapped around me would be fucking amazing

~Cuddle in bed with St.Van or on the couch with Lou?

Ummmm. Cuddle in bed. With Geumhyuk. No more needs to be said

~Hold hands with Baron or Ayno?

Oh shit they’re both so cute but I’m gonna have to go with Baron

~Take a shower with Jacob or a bubble bath with St.Van?

B U B B L E  B A T H  W I T H  G E U M H Y U K.  Like do I really have to spell it out. I’m straight up in love with Geumhyuk and bubble baths are both the cutest and hottest thing ever

~Kiss Ziu on the forehead or Lou kiss your forehead?

Hosung kiss my forehead. He’s so fkin tall he’d probably have to squat just to reach me

~Baron kiss your cheek or you kiss ACE’s cheek?

shit shit shit shitshit um. I’m choosing both. I can’t decide this one is seriuosly too cruel (how dare I)

~Kiss St.Van’s shoulders or Ayno kiss your temple?

I put this one in here specifically bc I wanted to kiss Geumhyuk’s tattoo. And also he got broad shoulders and I love! Kissing! Shoulders!!

~Have ACE kiss your hands or Ziu play with your fingers?

Wooyoung can kiss my hands as much as he wants

~Kiss Baron or Jacob?

ahhhhh kiss Baron !!

[thisoneforthemcurls]

Doctor Styles|Part 3

Tell me what you think! MWAH!

If you missed it: Part 1 | Part 2

“HE is CLEARLY incapable of being a doctor in our hospital. I want him OUT right away!”

You had officially spent an entire week with Dr. Styles, and when you think about it, it probably would be considered your worst week in your entire life. Every night you would come home exhausted, all while being angry and dreading the next day at the hospital. Your week consisted of him spilling a patient’s food on Monday. Bumping into you on “accident”, making you drop the blood samples of a few cancer patients, thus having to draw more blood from them on Tuesday. Dropping and mixing patients’ paperwork and files on Wednesday. Spilling his lunch on you don’t even ask how that happened, on Thursday. Oh, and Friday is possibly your favorite, spilling urine samples on you. Disgusting.Not to mention the endless amounts of questions, the boy asks. Is he stupid or is he stupid. Where the hell did he get his medical degree from, cause the board definitely made a mistake of letting him graduate. Oi, just thinking about him gives me a headache.

You were officially done. Done with his bullshit. You were currently debating if it was professional of you to barge into Dr. Hyman’s office, unannounced. But after about 0.3 seconds of debating you realized that you were fed up. You burst through the door, your anger raging through you like that moment just before a volcano is about to erupt.

“Dr.Hyman! I DEMAND to speak with you at this very moment!” He jumped in his seat as the door banged against the wall due to the swing of your arm. His eyes filled with concern once he saw the look of displeasure and exasperation in your eyes. Usually your brown eyes glimmered with pride and satisfaction, but he has never once seen you in such a mood.

“Ah, Dr.Maya, I wasn’t expecting to see you in my office today. H-How can I help you?” still a bit awestruck with your current temper. At this point you were pacing back and forth, corner to corner. Feeling anxious perhaps, and a bit bewildered. You stopped and turned to face him, arms crossed, foot tapping against the white tiled floors, your common stance when you’re feeling attacked.

“I want HIM out,” you said, breathing deeply in and out, like it was hard for you to mutter such words. You were not the type of person to ever complain, but this…oh…THIS you could not handle.

He takes his glasses off, “Maya, why don’t you take a sea-”

You cut him off, “NO I am NOT taking a seat.” Now you were acting like a brat, but at that moment you really did not care. You were pissed, and he could tell this anger of yours has built up over time. He sighed. “Okay well why don’t you try to be a little bit clearer? Who do you want out exactly? And why? Did this person not follow an employment policy?” You were trying to be as respectful as you possibly could, but at this second you felt like you were on fire. How incompetent could he be to not notice about whom you were clearly talking?

“Dr.Hyman, not to be rude, but are you serious right now? Dr.Styes! Who else would I be talking about? HE is CLEARLY incapable of being a doctor in our hospital. I want him OUT right away,” you finally sat down, reaching eye level, laying your clasped hands on the desk.

“Oh Maya, I don’t believe we could arrange that. More importantly, what did Dr.Styles do exactly to upset you this much?” SLAM! Your hand slams against his desk, hard, leaving an echoed slam ringing in all four ears, and you bolt upright. He winces. “Maya, I need you to calm down and explain what is wrong. We are in a hospital. I don’t need more people upset than there already are.” He says through gritted teeth. He was right; you were in a hospital, but your emotions were taking a toll on you, a major toll.

“Excuse me for my loud outburst, but I cannot work in these conditions. What did he do, you may ask? It’s what he DIDN’T do. Asking questions left and right. Getting in my way. Crossing MY personal space.” You took a breather, sitting back down, and clasping your hands again, thus an idea struck you. “How about we….we compromise? We could move him to another unit perhaps? Or even better help him find a new hospital to work at? I know a great clinic about 30 minut-”

He put his hand to your face. “Maya! Stop! We are not moving Dr.Styles to a new unit and certainly not a new hospital. He is one of best cancer care doctors, and is fairly new to our community. He was recommended by many of my colleagues so I think you better give him another chance.”

Oh, no! You were NOT done here, not even close!

“But, BUT-” You were going to make another argument when Dr.Hyman interrupted your soon-to-be speech, feeling fed up with your attitude.

“No BUTS. You are a doctor, Maya, and a hell of a good one. Dr. Styles is new around these parts; of course he will ask questions. I think you need to give him another chance. There is more that meets the eye than you think.” Feeling defeated, you let out a sigh, and your eyes wander around the room, everywhere expect Dr. Hyman’s face. You knew he was disappointed in you, and yet you were also somewhat disappointed in yourself. This was not you. After what felt like minutes, but merely seconds, you stood up, head hanging low.

“I am sorry, for… for this.” you mummer, feeling half ashamed and embarrassed. Tears pricking your eyes. As you get up to leave the situation you just have created for yourself, he calls back to you.

“Wait Maya we can fi-” But it was too late; you were already out the door, closing it behind you, lightly this time around. You put yourself back together as you rounded the corner, bumping into someone in the process of not looking where you were going.

You look at your shoes and pick at your fingernails, bare of any polish. Not wanting to face the person in your state of mind, you turn around to apologize. “S-sorry I-I wa-wasn’t  l-looking w-where I-I wa-was go-going.” you mumble. “Maya, are you alright?” you recognized that voice, though you’d only heard it a handful of times. You peer up to at him. You straighten yourself out and clear your throat.

“Dr. Styles, Good Morning. We should, uh, get to work.” You quickly whip around, walking back to your unit, shoes clinking against the tiled floors echoing in the barren hallways that are normally filled with noise bouncing back and forth against the walls from the high stress energy. Leaving Dr.Styles standing there confused and a bit shocked. You looked back over your shoulder to check if he was following you. But he wasn’t. Again.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer, Styles,” you called out, holding your ground.

With that you turn back around, walking into your office; this time with Dr.Styles in tow. You hurried your pace back to your unit. Having a few moments to yourself, you wiped your stray tears away, staring at the files on the counter, deep in thought. Why were you acting like this? Why? A few more tears escaped your deep brown eyes, leaving them a bit swollen. You were so consumed with your thoughts, you had not noticed that Dr.Styles walked in and called your name. You jumped when you felt an unfamiliar hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry Maya. Didn’t mean to scare you,” Dr. Styles spoke softly. You peered up into his dark green eyes. He looked sincere, almost apologetic. Why was he apologetic? Your eyes wander around his face, trying to figure what was so different about him to made you act out in such a way. There was something about him, something that made you want to give him another chance. Staring at his eyes, they pulled you,  “It-It’s okay. I forgive you. I just, umm, I just want-wanted to say umm… I am sorry.” You winced at the words, great. You sound so awkward, Maya. “We kinda got off on a bad foot. And I think, ummm…,” you swallowed a dry lump in your throat, “umm, we should start over. I am really sorry.” And with that you looked down at your feet, not daring to look back into those eyes that you would get lost in for days if you could.

What happened next you did not expect. You hadn’t heard any response to your apology, just him breathing. You balled your fists, what an asshole, you just said sorry why can’t h- your thoughts were cut off when you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your lower back, and pulling you close into his chest. You breath hitched. But you relaxed underneath his touch, with him rubbing soothing circles on your back. Tears spilled out of your eyes for the third time that day, soaking his scrubs a little, damn. You were so emotional.

Just as he caught you off guard, you did the same when your wrapped your arms around his waist pulling him closer and laying your head on his heart, allowing you to hear his heartbeat. You could’ve swore it was racing, but you dismissed that thought. He moved his arm up to hold your head, soothing down your hair. “Of course we can, love, of course we can.” His voice was sweet like honey, soft and sweet. You hugged him tighter in response, nuzzling your head into his chest, taking in his lovely aroma.

You broke away from him, meeting his eyes with yours. “And, love you can call me Harry, s’alright.” he said with a little smirk. You smile at him, your eyes ping ponging around his face. Your heart flutters, as he stares at your currently flushed face. Why the heck is your heart dropping to your stomach and is it just you or is getting hot in here? “I...umm… oka-okay.s-sure, Harry…” Feeling embarrassed you look down at the floor, taking in the title details, trying to focus on anything else other than the feeling of his arms around your lower back, which was in fact near your bum. And that did things to you, things that you were unsure of, but you wanted to explore more. What is going on with you?

“Dr. Maya here are some fil-. WOAH!” The two of you jumped apart, not expecting someone to walk in. Uh oh. “What - wait no it’s not what it looks like, I swear. Ummm uhhhh ummm….” you cough. You sneak a glance at Harry, noticing he is staring right at the nurse, not showing any sign of embarrassment of being caught. Weird. Looking back at the nurse, she speaks up. “Ummm…. Here are the files you asked for yesterday….I am just going to uhhhh go now. Have a good day.” And with that she flees the room. You turn to look back at Harry, your face turning red, from embarrassment.

“Umm we should uh probably get to work…...shouldn’t umm we, you know ahah patients to see, people to cure….all of that pizazz.” You grab a few files that the nurse left on the counter, leaving a few behind for Harry to grab as well, as you wait for him by the door so the two of you could walk together to the first patient on your agenda of afternoon.

Room 421B. Cassandra. 9. Diagnosis: Leukemia.

You knocked on the door and peered inside. There she was, the little ball of sunshine you have become so fond with; lying in bed with wires attached all around her, beeping and bopping. She perked up when she saw you, already lifting her mood 10 times higher.

“Mrs. Maya! You’re back! Oh my gosh! Yay! I’ve missed you. And you’re wearing minion scrubs! My favorite,” Indeed it was her favorite, along with a fair share of others.

“Cass, it’s good to see you again, cutie, and how are we feeling today?” you said, pinching her cheeks and giving her forehead a little kiss.

“Really good actually, cause Mama and Daddy gave me some medicine and then for lunch I had some really good juice and food…” and so she began to ramble about her day with you listening very intently but she gets distracted and stops. “umm, Mrs. Maya who’s that over there?” she asked pointing her little finger at the lanky man.

“Ahh well that there is Harr-I mean Dr. Styles. He is a new doctor in this unit. Isn’t that exciting? He is here to help you, Cass. A new friend of yours. Come on say hello. Don’t be shy.”

She grins, showing her teeth. And sticking her palm out, she gives him a big wave.

“Well hi there, pretty, pretty princess, I am so glad you are feeling good. You can call me Harry okay? Come on, give your best friend a big old hug.” And she did. You gasped. “Ohhh, no. Cass, I thought I was your best friend.”

“Don’t be silly, Mrs. Maya, both of you are my best friend.” she giggled. What a sweet little angel she is.

“Aww we love you Cass,” Harry said while booping her nose. You would never know this was the same man that tortured you last week. The same man that is standing in front of you, doing so well with children. Most children don’t warm up to other doctors; they liked you and only you, plus your colorful scrubs. You knew at that very moment there was something about him that intrigued you, that made you feel a way that you never felt before. You were confused, scared even, your heart racing a mile a minute. Why were you hands clammy, and why do you get lost in his damn green eyes? Whatever it was you kinda liked it, and you wanted more.

A/N: I hope you all like it and i would love you hear what you guys think! MWAH! Thanks for reading everyone I lava you. xoxox S. 

[russdoc]

submitted by: @broken-plasma

so uhhhh Russel was definitely the one whispering in Out Of Body tho …. so concept: Russel seducing Murdoc w his whispering while Murdoc is playing hard to get. He totally loses tho bc he’s Gay yfm 

I FEEL SO CALLED OUT. I hate you you keep giving the best prompts lol. Russel’s whispering is like half the reason I listen to Out Of Body as often as I do this fic was….an experience. Thanks to @longest-crystal for editing this.

eggshells, 1k words, established relationship (?), voice kink, basically a PWP.

Murdoc was such an asshole at afterparties.

He ignored Russel, soon leaving any room that Russel entered. Only speaking to Russel when spoken to – and even then, his responses were vague and dismissive, “maybe”, “I dunno”, “ask Noodle”.

At times, Russel was sure Murdoc had made fun of him behind his back only for him to turn around and completely deny it. It irritated Russel more than it should have.

Russel realized what Murdoc was doing when he watched him leave from the corner of his eye, when he would smile to himself once he had closed a conversation or lean to look over at Russel, only to look away when Russel noticed. He wanted attention – wanted Russel to react. And it frustrated Russel that he was aware of this and yet still gave Murdoc exactly what he wanted.

The party was swarming with noise; all the voices blended together, numbing Murdoc’s mind to nothing other than distraction. He was nursing his beer, slowly lulling where he stood. He jumped slightly at the silky voice suddenly at his ear.

“I wanna talk to you,” Russel whispered, “alone.”

Murdoc almost dropped his bottle.

Russel’s lips ghosted past Murdoc’s ear, lingering over Murdoc’s neck. Murdoc gulped, trying to regain his composure.

“What for? The party’s right here.” Murdoc smirked, and tried to ignore the shiver that ran down his back as Russel breathed into the crane of his neck.

“And why are you whispering? Worried someone will listen in?” Murdoc laughed weakly, swallowing it along with his beer.

Murdoc almost choked when Russel placed his hand on his hip and nudged him closer, causing Russel’s lips to brush against his earlobe.

“Yeah, actually,” Russel said against Murdoc’s warming cheek, “and you’re avoiding the subject. C’mon, stop messing around.”

Murdoc tried not to let the small noise in his throat go, biting down on his lower lip in agitation. His head was spinning with Russel’s plump lips against his cheek, deep, tempting voice traveling down his spine and big hands holding onto his hips.

It frustrated him.

“I’m messing around?” Murdoc scoffed. “Why don’t you drop the voice?”

Russel pulled an incredulous expression. “What? This is just my voice.”

Murdoc frowned in embarrassment. He didn’t respond, and instead took another swig from his beer with a furrowed brow and flushed cheeks.

Russel smirked as it dawned on him, and he took his advantage. Russel nuzzled behind the shell of Murdoc’s ear, lips moving.  It was a mere whisper, but as the syllables vibrated between teeth and lips, rolled off the tongue, and gusted as breath across skin so alight with nerves, Murdoc could practically feel every word in his spine.

“You’re such a dumbass, you know that?”

Russel’s thumbs pressed themselves against the exposed skin near Murdoc’s stomach as his hands gripped his hips. Russel’s deep, intoxicating laugh left goosebumps on Murdoc’s skin. Murdoc can’t help but move even closer, pressing his nose against the arch of Russel’s neck.

“You’re sneaking around, trying to act tough just to get my attention when you could just as easily ask for it and I would print my teeth on every stretch of bare skin, then take you into my mouth and taste you over and over until you couldn’t stand it.”

Murdoc resisted the urge to shudder and failed miserably.

Russel’s voice was so silky smooth that Murdoc felt like he could drown in it. Murdoc wished he wasn’t as enticed by the sound of Russel’s voice as he was, since he was standing in the middle of a party wanting to gasp and buck against Russel on the spot. He squirmed where he stood, his fingers pressed hard into Russel’s shoulder. He glared at whoever stared at the two from the corner of the room.

“We’re leaving,” Murdoc rasped, and Russel could only snigger.

-

The bathroom was impractical. Russel had pointed this out but Murdoc shushed him with a sloppy kiss. Murdoc pressed his back against the door, an improvised alternative to a lock. Soon, Russel was between his legs and Murdoc wrapped his arms around him.

Murdoc spread his legs as Russel palmed his hardening dick through his jeans. He dropped his head forward, breathing rapidly as Russel pressed a kiss against his fringe. Russel leaned down and pressed another kiss against Murdoc’s neck, causing Murdoc to throw his head back with a groan.

“Take it off,” Russel rumbled against his neck.

Murdoc’s hands shook as he unzipped his jeans, sliding them along with his briefs down his hips. Russel reached for Murdoc’s hardening dick, but Murdoc swatted it away.

“No,” Murdoc licked his lips as he touched himself, “I want to hear you talk.”

Murdoc stroked himself as Russel whispered nothings against his forehead. He relished in the sound of Russel’s voice – the weight of every syllable, the roll of his tongue, and his delicate breath between his lips.

Murdoc’s back was arching ever higher with each word, his toes curling inside of his boots and his knees weak, barely keeping him standing upright.

Eventually, Russel cradled the back of Murdoc’s head and rewarded him with an open, lovely kiss. Murdoc keened at the subtle wet noise their parting lips made. Russel’s fingers brushed over Murdoc’s ribcage, and despite how feather-light the touch was, it wracked Murdoc’s nerves and lit up his senses. He bit Murdoc’s earlobe, then licked at it attentively before sucking it into his mouth.

Murdoc moaned, his hand cramping from his excessive stroking. He wouldn’t admit that it wasn’t enough. Russel noticed this, grinned to himself and then pressed his palm against Murdoc’s length, grinding down on his cock, on his head.

It was just the friction Murdoc needed, and he thrust into Russel’s touch, crying out shamelessly. Murdoc whined, then came in spurts into Russel’s hand, buckling over and clinging to Russel.

Russel removed his hand from Murdoc’s cock, turned and reached for the conveniently placed toilet paper on the sink, and wiped his hands with it. He pulled up Murdoc’s pants with his other hand, then comforted him by rubbing his back and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Murdoc produced an acknowledging mewl in reply, and nestled his head on Russel’s chest.

After a few moments of silence, Russel said “For a guy who ignored me all night, you’re kind of needy.”

Murdoc grumbled, then lightly kicked Russel’s shin.

[aurulenthuntsman]

-- aurulentHuntsman [AH] 8egan pestering decastichAmazifier [DA] at 17:38 --

AH: Greetings, Kavi! ~}==>

DA: o hey

AH: How are you faring this fine afternoon? ~}==>

DA: lmao uh like ngl im p much blastd

DA: so i mean its a thong

DA: 8thing

DA: wow

DA: charasistic typos

DA: fuckin noice

AH: Hmm???????? ~}==>

AH: It seems a little early in the day for drinking! ~}==>

DA: hey listen

DA: friend

DA: man

DA: len me ur ear

DA: consider this

DA: concept: its night in at least 5 places rn

AH: A fair point... Time is relative! ~}==>

AH: And perhaps that is a social construct that we put too much weight into ~}==>

AH: But traditionally, early drinking is something of a red flag... ~}==>

AH: I beg your pardon if I'm being presumptuous, but is everything alright? ~}==>

DA: uh lol i mean hello no

DA: well yeh but no

DA: idk its complicated

DA: so

DA: shrugmojis

DA: jus think about me like the fun winemom on Facebook

DA: or like those old sitcoms where its funny

DA: and not a issue like yah kids w/e

DA: u n your bottlerockets and blowin up hotdogs in microwaves

DA: i'll go get my xanex and gin

DA: laughtrack

DA: or Karen

DA: you saucy bagel u

DA: fuckin #relatable #classic #same #mood

AH: I see... So, if it's purely recreational, then the fun would only be doubled with company, correct? ~}==>

DA: oh uh....... yah gimme

DA: 45 mins

AH: Certainly! ~}==>

AURYHN: *exactly 45 minutes later, there's a little CLUNK at his window... followed by another a few seconds later.* ~}==>

KAVI: *Shitpissufck now he's gotta... he's gotta... SHOWER. And clean up. He can't be a mess anymore that's enough of that. He got all gross and pathetic on Nellie and he doesn't think he can take looking like a goddamn fool in front of another one of his friends. He quickly got showered and stumbled about his room. Now he only SLIGHTLY smells like vodka. NICE.*

KAVI: *Jumps at the window clunk.... o fuq. He goes to the window and opens it*

AURYHN: *on the ground, waving up at him with a big stupid grin on his face* ~}==>

KAVI: *WOW that's far.... also he's a smiley guy.... lays right against this window sill... Leans and lays, sliding down to chinhands at him..... casually* hhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeyyyyy *calls while sliding*

AURYHN: ... HELLO, KAVI ~}==>

AURYHN: If you would please stand aside so I can climb in through your window, that would be much appreciated! ~}==>

KAVI: o

KAVI: yah

KAVI: *flumps back.... but at least he didn't see that*

AURYHN: *scurries up the tree like he had the night he slept over until he's swoocing through the window, landing gracefully on the other side.* I've arrived! ~}==>

KAVI: *Stays right here on the floor... WHY? HE DOESN'T KNOW..... but his leg is on the wall*

KAVI: *peace sign* sup

KAVI: hey

KAVI: ur sup

KAVI: is was up

KAVI: for me at least

KAVI: wbu

AURYHN: *stands over him, hands on hips, for a moment... before he drops down next to him with his feet propped against the wall as well.* Oh, you know! Exploring the city and what not ~}==>

KAVI: *Hello mountainous man tiddies, oh, hello the whole Auryhn* o... yeah sounds fun

KAVI: still gogogoin

KAVI: none naps n shit

KAVI: s'not good

AURYHN: *chuckles a little, turning his head towards him* I've managed to find time for sleep in my busy schedule... At your behest ~}==>

KAVI: *grins a lil* hah really? well damn... good yeah

KAVI: that's good, i'm glad you r

AURYHN: It was sound advice! After all... Early to bed, early to rise... Makes a man strong, wealthy and wise ~}==>

AURYHN: *grins cheesily some more, but then looks back up at the ceiling... not without a little side eye, though* I do hope you're exercising similarly healthy habits... ~}==>

KAVI: ............. *Feels the side eyeing and sweats mildly* i mean

KAVI: lol

KAVI: so

KAVI: i can

KAVI: i have some off dayz

KAVI: zzzz

KAVI: ss

AURYHN: Ah ha, so you are having an off day! ~}==>

KAVI: ...... *oh gdi* uhhhh

KAVI: alternattitvely.....

KAVI: what the fuck are on days even???????

AURYHN: Kavi, PLEASE ~}==>

AURYHN: You must know, I don't fuss over others often... ~}==>

AURYHN: I only wish to know if you're alright ~}==>

AURYHN: And if you aren't... then I would like to offer you comfort in whatever way would best help you ~}==>

AURYHN: You're my friend! And a very important one ~}==>

KAVI: *Makes a face... why does everyone have to be so supportive... why can't he just be sad and miserable and he kinda feels like shit for just dancing around it when Auryhn DOES give a shit. Even still it makes him sad to talk about and just the friendfection and the sad feels his face gets a little red.. sighs*

KAVI: *rubs his face up so he doesn't start crying again. So he just.... rubs the tears back in his eyes with his palms. Ace strats* me and.. Den, broke up. guess i'm bein a pissbaby about it idk w/e w/e

AURYHN: *oh... now he feels bad prying so much, but maybe he would have felt bad no matter what kavi said. he only knows this wasn't what he expected to hear, and he gazes at the other boy sympathetically* Oh... I... am sorry to hear that ~}==>

AURYHN: Kavi... It's only natural to feel so hurt over something like that, isn't it? ~}==>

AURYHN: *offers him a hand to hold* I certainly can't blame you ~}==>

KAVI: *Looks at the hand then at Auryhn, his brain still going way faster than his mouth can currently keep up but he looks incredulous? And definitely teary* how can u be so sure? how, how do you know i didn't fuck everything up? i can fuggin blame me easy,

KAVI: gee Kavi, maybe you can't shut the hell up about how goddamn gay you are for p much everyone??

KAVI: or maybe ya try so fuckin hard for the approval of others that you backflip off the fuckin deepend as far as people close to u are concerned

KAVI: oh, oh, here maybe you just plain weren't fuckin good enough to handle anyone on an intimate level because you're too wrapped up in your own shit to connect really?

KAVI: or just that you THINK relationships can fix anything and everything and that's myth goddamn busted because look at you!

KAVI: you can definitely blame me, i can blame me and it's deeper than that and why the fuck does anyone GIVE a shit for a fakeass dumbass when they just DON'T. KNOW. *And he's being hysterical... nice. Good job. Just. Gurgles and puts his hands back over his face, get back in there tears. Maybe it was for the best Auryhn kept seeing him like this. An Ass. His final form* i'm, fuck

KAVI: i'm sorry i, ffffffuugghhhh *gibberish and just rolls over, good bye forever*

AURYHN: *stares at him stunned for a good long moment. he doesn't have that much experience dealing with high emotion coming from other people... but listening to all this, he did understand one thing: how it felt to be critical of yourself, the need to always be impressive, the self preservation... he knew those pressures, even if he always denied them. seeing how they effected someone he cared so deeply

AURYHN: for, it sure put things into perspective for him.* ~}==>

AURYHN: Perhaps I don't know you quite as well as I think I do... As well as I would like to ~}==>

AURYHN: *flexes the hand kavi didn't take, deciding to place it on his shoulder* 8ut I have seen your compassion... When you treat me with kindness, do you mean to say it's out of selfishness? I dou8t that very much ~}==>

AURYHN: If you've made mist8kes, that's all that they are! You are not defined soley 8y your worst moments... Nor are you defined soley 8y your 8est ~}==>

AURYHN: I only mean to say... You should allow yourself this heart8r8k, Kavi ~}==>

KAVI: *While he tries to hide his shame and cry lowkey. super lowkey like... no one would suspect. He listens to Auryhn's words. Quietly sniffing and trying to keep his breathing even. They made sense.... which was good but he also didn't feel like he deserved those kind words. Like he's dropping this plate of Hot Mess(tm) that's his own damn self and no one is backing up with their hands in the air*

KAVI: ....why're u so nice..

AURYHN: *scoffs* You know, not many people would agree that I am... I know that for a F8CT... ~}==>

AURYHN: *sighs* But it is easy to be kind to someone who has been kind to you, I believe ~}==>

KAVI: *that's so.. cheesy but also.. it helps. He loves cheese. Sniffs again and wipes his hands on his shirt, trying to calm down* cheddar... pure... 100% milk gdi, ugh... i'm so gross rn

KAVI: you came here for a good time and now idk ur nice you probably don't feel attacked rn

KAVI: it's like playing the floor is lava and we're laying in this shit right now

KAVI: because we're on the floor

KAVI: no imagination required on that part

AURYHN: *snorts* Then what are we doing on the floor? Allow me to rescue you from a fiery demise! ~}==>

AURYHN: *rolls to sit before scooping up kavi with no real warning* I used to play "the floor is lava" when I was a wriggler ~}==>

AURYHN: And I would pretend to be a wise dragon sentinel in my castle upon a volcanic mountain! ~}==>

AURYHN: Which I later went on to insist upon a hive of my own... Though I could not find a volcano, the snowy Avalon mountains suited me just fine ~}==>

AURYHN: *carries kavi over to his plush pile and sets him down. there. he's safe here.* ~}==>

KAVI: *Oh he got scooped. His face is all red from the crying as he looks up at Auryhn while he talks and walks with him. The story is a cute one, he breathes out a short laugh then looks away. Not now dokis gdi* wow... hah

KAVI: yeah they, they did you good *sniff* that's pretty cute tho

AURYHN: *kneels in front of the pile, grinning at him* A young Auryhn would disagree... It was quite a noble pursuit ~}==>

AURYHN: But present Auryhn has the insight to agree that, yes, it was rather adorable... ~}==>

AURYHN: Also, are you comfortable? ~}==>

KAVI: its cute and noble lol he'd have to deal with it *settles back in all this gd plushness*

KAVI: also

KAVI: hell yes

AURYHN: Excellent! ~}==>

AURYHN: Would you like anything else? A blanket, perhaps? A pair of strong arms to cry into? ~}==>

AURYHN: *FLEXES* ~}==>

KAVI: .....

KAVI: yes

KAVI: *lifts arms*

AURYHN: *here he comes, leaning in for the snuggles. welcome to his STRONG embrace.* ~}==>

KAVI: *This is a nice embrace..... He cuddles into it. Nice.... :'S :') :'S *

AURYHN: *squeezes him close, resting his cheek against his head. the closeness makes his face flare with heat, but... that's hardly appropriate right now! he ignores it as best he can.* There there... ~}==>

KAVI: .....*SNRK*

KAVI: where is my broom?

KAVI: where are my pets

KAVI: i need my awkward distant pets

AURYHN: Your broom???????? I thought you were a wizard, not a witch ~}==>

AURYHN: *LAUGHS. he might not get the Reference, but he thinks he's hilarious...* I can provide you with sincere, close range pets, however ~}==>

AURYHN: *rubs at his back* ~}==>

KAVI: lol i'll take those..... and also i'll show you memes later *snuggles into him*

AURYHN: Memes, hmm? Well, I look forward to it... ~}==>

AURYHN: *rumbles a little in his chest. he tries not to chirr much, but... now seems like a good time to break out the comforting bug sounds.* ~}==>

AURYHN: For now, you relax ~}==>

KAVI: you'll regret it... but we're makin it happen *laughs softly and cuddles up here against these bug noises... he does like him some bug noises...* kk i'll do that

KAVI: you're cozy

KAVI: great cuddlemate

KAVI: a plus plus smiley face

KAVI: and thanks lol

AURYHN: You're welcome, Kavi... You're welcome for my comforting embrace... ~}==>

AURYHN: *gentle snickering, but he's starting to get relaxed enough to nap himself...* ~}==>