#i was cold amd hungry amd i wanted sweets do

[newyorkcitywater]

what are browniecookies for if not sharing with all your friends?

#i was cold amd hungry amd i wanted sweets do #i went to trader joes and got brookies and my friends all wemt insane #downsides of communism: your friends eat all your tasty snacks

[emotional-blender]

hungry hingry hippos (dad!cal)

a/n: sorry for the typos!! this is both cute and smutty. well, i think it’s cute in some parts, haha. definitely smutty though. you can read my other dad!cal blurbs/one shots/whatever you want to call them here and if you would like to be tagged when i post, please just send me a message!! <3

warnings: drinking, swearing, slight dom!cal, spitting, idk if i would call it cum play, shoking

length: 4.3k

you've been home alone with calum for less than an hour and a half. your sister has the kids for the evening and this, the alone time, is long overdue. between tours and having two kids under the age of five you need this. the very first thing that happened when you got home from dropping the kids off was calum attaching himseld to you, pressing you up against the door and biting at your lips as he hungrily kissed you. you'd welcomed it entirely, letting your hands pull at his clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a short trail to the living room. that was as far as you'd made it before he had you the first time, on the sofa with your knees bent high. your thighs squeezed his waist as you'd come undone under him, one of his arms braced on the arm as the other had snaked between you to let his fingers swirl around your clit, making sure you'd finished first before letting himself go with a series of short erratic thrusts. after that, you'd nearly fell asleep there, him on top of you, exhausted from not the act but from life, and the kids, and how nothing ever stopped.

"nope, we're not doing this," you nudged him, nudging him off of you so you could get up from under him. you didn't bother with clothes as you made your way to the kitchen, tip toeing for a couple of wine glasses long forgotten about. they don't look dusty but you give them a quick rinse and dry anyway before looking over to see calum's naked form appearing.

"we have to take full advantage of our night to ourselves," you insist as he comes up behind you and wraps you in his arms, his lips doing what they're good at, attaching thermselves to your neck in a silly raspberry, making you laugh loudly and wiggle back against him, somehow coming closer even though you're trying to get away.

"we drinkin?" he asks between his first and second raspberry, noticing the wine glasses you have in front of you on the counter and you can't help but wiggling around in his arms, nodding your head as you look up at him, letting your hand come up to let your fingers flick at one of his nipples. the appearance of the poutn on his lips is immediate and more laughter spills from you.

"payback," you mumble quietly as you make tyourself tall enough to press a kiss to his lips, appreciating the fact that he meets you in the middle, letting the kiss transition into something a little deeper before you pull back with a genuine smile on your face. "wine night," you answer his question. he lets you go with a nod, moving to the wine rack to contemplate your choices.

"cab sauv or pino grigio or malbec?" he questions and you actually have to take a moment and to think about it because you know he's looking at the good stuff, the stuff that's not a ten dollar bottle of red or whate, whatever you're feeling that day. this is special.

"malbec." you finally answer, looking at him before continuing. "we have that aged cheddar and that chocolate, i think. with the chilis in it? unless..." you trail off, eyes narrowing as you glare at him a little at even the thought that he may have both found and consumed the chocolate you're talking about.

"don't look at me that way," he laughs, shaking his head and reaching out for the proper bottle, "i have no idea where you hid that chocolate, so unless our four year old climbed up to wherever you put it, it should still be safe,"

a moment later sees you pushing a chair up to the counter and climbing up so you can reach the highest cabinet. opening it, you nod your head as the chocolat ein question comes into sight. you grab it easily, closing the door quickly and climbing back down and appearing at calum's side again like you'd never been clumbing on your kitchen counter at all.

"i am fully aware i need a new snack hiding spot now but if you will please pretend you didn't see that for the next week, i would very much appreciate that," you hold up the unopened bar of lindt chocolate with a smile, handing it to him. "and guard this with your life,"

you work swiftly as a team, calum opening the wine bottle as you find five year old aged cheddar in the fridge, cutting up a generous amount of cubes for the both of you so you can go back to the living room, finding yourselves sitting on the floor bottle of wine and a cutting board of cheese and chocolate between you. it almost feels weird to have nothing to do. there's always something. amaia and kai always need something. you'd like to say they took turns needing things but the truth was they both constantly needed something whether it was your two year old son asking to go tot he potty after he'd already done his job in his diaoer )he wasn't quite there, but he was definitely getting the idea) or your four year old daughter somehow sneaking off with the dog only to emerge both covered in glitter and markers. the quiet was nearly unsettling. it took a bottle of wine for the both of you to be sitting there, finally relaxed and non constantly thinking back to take a survey of where your children were and what they were doing.

you didn't even really know what to do with yourselves without the kids around. somewhere after the first glass of wine, after you'd had a full conversation about how kai was definitely left handed, and a whole different conversation about how the way he seemed to stand four inches from the televison told you that maybe his viewing distance wasn't the reason you suspected he needed glasses. maybe it was the fact that he tried to always stand so close lead you to thinking he couldn't see very well to begin with.

sometime during glass two you'd shifted on the floor, calum crawling over to the shelf of childrens board games, wiggling his butt at you as he did, before coming back with a couple boxes in his hands. you go for snakes and ladders first, setting up and happily sipping at the wine and chewing on the chocolate as you embark on a game.

"what the fuck thats not fair!" he exclaims as he's almost won, only to land on a spot that sends him the whole board, all the way back to nearly the start. you cackle with glee. a couple minutes later as you roll the exact number on the dice that you need to reach the end and win, you gloat.

"to me!" you raise your glass in a sloppy toast. theres's a smile on his face as he clinks glasses with you and you both down the rest of the good wine in your glasses. the next bottle you crack is not nearly as nice, but it's okay because you're drunk and floaty, and somehow it tastes just sa good with the sweet heat of the chocolate and the salty aged cheese.

you packing up the snakes and ladders. it looks just like your four year old packed it away. calum with his bigger body and his higher alcohol tolerance from tour laughs as he straightens it out and sets it to the side. it doesn't take long for his naked body to lean over a little and reach for a different box, looking at you with a smirk as he holds it up; hungry hungry hippos. your mouth drops open a little, head tilting as if to warn him before you can even form words.

"you're going down, hood," you speak a moment later as he opens the box up and sets the game up between you. you waste no time in refilling the wine glassses with the cheap stuff he'd brought back from the kitchen before you shift closer to get ready. if it weren't for the wine you'd feel a chill on the expanse of your back, hunched over a little because you mean business. in truth, goosebumps started to speckle over your skin, though neither you or calum would be able to tell if they were from beind cold or being competitive. there was something about hungry hungry hippos that turned you into lunatics, all of you. while the kids weren't present right now, you were both fully aware that the competitive streak you had between you was only bound to get more vicious when you didn't have to curb it for the sake of teaching the kids by example.

"no, you're giong down,  hood," he was just as competitive, his own body hunched forward, hand placed at the lever on his skid of the board, ready to start slapping at it.

"okay on go. and i swear to god if you even hit that thing before..." your threat is meant with laughter as calum shakes his head at you.

"already scared to lose.  no confidence," he teases you amd you face settles into competition mode.

"3... 2.... `... go!" you watch him as you clowly count down and before you can even get the wrod go out of your mouth you're both slapping at the levers, both of you playing dirty, neither of you listening to the rules you'd set out for yourself.

"you little!!" you cry out your accusation, your free hand flying out to shove him a little, trying to distract him from the good game you know he plays. the thing is he knows you well and just ass soon as your arm is extended, so is his, and he's not playing nicely. his large hand covers your  breast, squeezing clumsily as laughter pours from his lips. you yell out, dropping your hand to his thigh and squeezing back.

"CALUM! LET GO OF MY BOOB!" you yell at him. all the while your hand moves further up his thigh, nails digging in a little because you know he likes that.

"I WAS PREEMPTIVELY DEFENDING MYSELF!" he calls back out to you. both your free hands are slapping wildly at the plastic levers, rapidly making your hippos mouths move up and down, noisily chomping on tiny plastic balls, trying to swallow the most of them in the fastst time. he doesn't let go of your boob and you give up on his thigh, your arm moving out to shove at his face instead.

"THIS IS NOT FAIR!" he accuses you, and your elbow bends a litt,e body hunching in his direction to try and nudge his arm off of you. and that's when he brings you to a complete stop,  his teeth sinking inro your finger and even the amount of wine you have in you cushions the sharp pain you feel.

"calum, fuck!" your movements stop and you pull your hand back, bringing it to your chest and guarding it carefully. the game is forgotten about and you can't even control the pout that's forming on your lips or the tears welling in your eyes. the thing is, your feelings aren't that hurt but even if you enjoy a bit of pain sometimes, your tolerance for it tends to be low.

"that fycking hurt, you turd," you've never been friendly with your words, and usually they come out in a playful joking tone. you can't control the slight bite they have to them this time and as you hear yourself, you move to stand, bare feet slapping the floot as you make your way to your bedroom, wiping at your tears because more than anything you're embarrassed by how serious that got.

"baby, come back. i'm sorry," he's up and following you as quick as it takes him to process that you've gotten up and walked away. it's not until you're both standing in the bedroom that he catches your arm, pulling it gently toward him and lifting the finger in question up to his face so he can inspect it. he's acting purely on instinct now, you've seen  him do this dozens of times to amaia and kai, inspecting their ouches and deeming them minor enough that they're okay, but major enough to need a kiss to make it better. that's exactly what he does, bringing your finger to his lips and pressing three small kisses to it from the tip to the base.

"all better," he smiles at you before dropping your hand. instead his arms move, encircling you and pulling your body toward his. the heat of his skin is comforting and you can't help but let your head press to his shoulder, nodding your head with a sigh as he rubs slow circles onto the skin of your  back. you're content where you are, letting him hold you for a minute, soaking in his uninterrupted affection. there's no kids about to tear you away from one another, your phones are down in the licing room with your discarded clothing and even though there's a tiny worry at the back of your mind that you're missing the call that might be telling you one of your kids crackled their skull open, you know that's just anxiety. besides, you're too drunk to be able to do anything about it if it were to happen. if your kids needed their parents, their sitter would have to bring them home to you.

you pull back after a long moment, looking up at calum with a little smile of your own. "now i know why kai's biting his sister," you point out and calum shakes his head laughing, reaching down to tickle your sides, earning himself a shriek from you as you wiggle your body away from him, lauhing and shaking your own head. you can't help yourself. before you know it you're retaiating, unable to let your competitive side settle even though it had earned you an actual hurtful bite a few moments ago. the way your fingers find his nipple is natural and you're ruthless as you grab ont it, twisting quick and sharp before letting go, getting ready to run.

"fuck!" the single word falls from his litps and it's really more of a hiss. there isn't even time for you to move away from him before the arms he'd previously been practically cradling you with tighten around you. what could only  be described as a small shriek leaves you as he turns your body, whirling you around so that your back is pressed flush against his chest. the hand that had been tickling your side is pressed to your neck firmly. he tugs you against him and you let out a gasp. he's already hard. the unmistakable feeling of his cock pressing into your backside makes you shiver against him and there's no way you can  help but push back, your back arching off of him as you push your backside firmly onto him so he can feel you.

"you're askin for it," his voice is deeper, and you nod your head against him before leaning it back to let it rest on his shoulder as a bit of dark laughter tumbles past your lips.

"want it," long gone are the days that you got shy about telling him what you want.

"tell me," he commands, his grip on your neck tightening just a little bit, eliciting a small impatient sigh from you.

"want your dick inside me," you comply immediately. there's no use in wasting time. he doesn't think so either. one, two, three beats later has you turned back artound, his hands shoving you back onto the bed. you land with an 'ooof' but it's followed closely by a moan as his hands grip at your thighs, pulling you back to the edge as he settles between your thighs. you watch him as he takes himself in his hand.

"fuck," the single word comes out in a whine and a pout forms on your lips as calum has the audacity to laugh at hoe desperate you are for him. he takes his time, hand running up and down his dick while the other comes up to you, petting your center with his fingers, spreading you and making sure you're still wet deom earlier. he barely grazes your clit and you whine again, moving your hips, trying to chase his fingers with your body before he's letting you go and guiding himself into you.

"fuckin magic," he mumbles, burying himself deep, bottoming out on the first thrust. his hands slide under your thighs, gripping hard as he pulls you just a bit further to him, your ass just off the edge. then one of your legs is up on  his shoulder, his head turning to press messy kisses to the skin on your ankle, sucking at you, biting, leaving marks in unsuspecting places. he fucks you hard and fast, pulling nearly all the way out before burying himself over and over again. every push of his hips is met with a gasp or a cry from you and where your hands would normally move to cover your mouth, or where he would be trying to quiet you with a pillow so th ekids can't hear, you let them out into the air. there's no one around. no one is about to cry for you to fix something. calum isn't about to be needed to settle an argument between siblings. it's just the two of you and you're going to take advantage of it.

"fuck, fuck," it seems to be the only word he knows right now, eyes closed, mouth hanging oen against the skin of your ankle as he pulls out and stays there for a moment before just barely pushing back in, teasing you over and over with the head of himself. he knows exactly how your body works, that there's a sweet section of nerves around your entrance, that teasing it with just the tip will somehow have you wriggling under him, hips rocking up wanting more. just as you cry out louder, whining because you can feel the familiar heat of orgazm pooling deep in your belly, he slams all the way back in and you scream. you're done. he leans forward, bending you with him, and his back curls to press his open mouthed kisses to your breasts, moaning against you as he captures a nipple with his mouth, sucking lazy for a moment before he abandons the effort. instead he braces himself with one hand on the bed, the other reaching for yours. it's almost tender the way he laces your fingers, giving your hand a squeeze before bringing it up to his neck and letting it go. you know what he wants. the way his hips are starting to move erratically tells you he's close. you don't even need to hear him.

"gonna cum," he warns you anyway and you nod, pressing your hand to his neck hard, making sure both your thumb and index finger are on either side, cutting off his circulation just enough. even then, he sinks his neck further into your hand, eyes falling shut, mouth hung open as he burys himself into you one last time. the sound tha tleaves him can only be descrubed as a strangled yell, the sound lower than it normally would be. you wait until you know he's finidhed before letting his neck go, your legs falling slack at his side as he collapses on top of you. both your chests are heaving against one another and he stays inside of you, resting there while he recovers. you let h im take his time before nudhing him off of you and when you expect h im to roll to the side, he only sinks to his knees on the floor in front of you. you're exactly where he put you before, the perfect spot for him to lazily lift a thigh over his shoulder as he rallies, burying his face in you. he's never been selfish.

"oh my god," you mumble, lifting your head to look down at him. the sight of you covering his nose and mouth, brown eyes peering up at you hungrily always drives you insane. you can feel his tongue lapping at you,the muscle flattening as he licks you from top to bottom and back up again, venturing so close to your asshole, teasing you for a moment before you feel his hands on the backs of your thighs again, this time pushing them up, exposing more of your backside to him as he licks you there, teasing the ring of muscle that you can't help  but clench a little as he works, willing yourself to relax into him. it's fucking magical, the way he can make you come undone with just his tongue.

"calum. baby. i'm-fuck," you whine. none of your words come out coherently and you're left with your mouth hanging open, hips jerking as he brings his tongue back to your warm center, teasing you there too. you  can hear the sounds he's making, the wet squishing of not only you but him as he moans into you.

"we taste so fuckin good. you're such a good girl," he praises you and gives one fell swoop of his tongue over the length of you before dropping your legs. then he's hovering above you, smirking a little as one of his hands holds the bottom of your chin. your mouth is still hanging openm ready and waiting for what he's got for you. he spits right into your mouth and you whine loudly, mouth closing as your tongue swirls the weird sweet salty mixture of his cum and your slick around your mouth.

"so fuckin good," he repeats himself and just like that he's returning to where he'd been. tongue lapping at you with a purpose. he wastes no time sliding two long fingers into you and curling them forward. he's an expert at this. you can remember when he wasn't; when you had to give him instructions and guidamce on how to make you feel good. those days were long gone. not he knew exactly which ways to curl his fingers to find the exact spot that would unravel you, leave you with a heavy chest and moands falling uncontrollably from your lips. his free hand came up, arm laying across your hips to hold you down as he found tge soit ge was looking for, bracing himself against you as the sounds coming from you got louder, hips fighting harder against him. he worked his fingers inside of you, tongue pressing in the spaces around your clit and occasionally right onto it as you shook, trembling under him. a heel pressed hard onto his back, surely leaving a bruise as you let go entirely. your orgasm was like a wave crashing over your whole body and he stayed with you through the whole thing, slowly letting up his assault as your hips slowed. his grip on you loosened and you whimpered as he slowly pulled his fingers from you, shiney and coated in a mixture of you both. his movements were slow and languid as he pushed his own body up, watching as you laid with your eyes closed, chest heaving, trying to get control of your breathing. he smirked a little, proud of himself, and lifted his arm to wipe the slick off of his face. he laid besode you with ease, an arm curling around you, bringing you close to his chest. you opened your eyes to look at him. that glazed out look was his favorite and with a tiny, happy laugh he lifted the fingers he'd had inside of you to your mouth. you'd give him anything at this point. willingly, you chased his fingers, though it didn't take much, capturing them between your lips and lazily sucking yourself off of them.

"good girl," he praised you one last time before scooping you up with the other arm, too, moving you further up onto the bed so you could lay comfortably, curled up together, his hands rubbing slow circles onto your skin.

it's ten months after that night that you're awake with a screaming newborn, holding your brand new daughter to your chest as you sit in the rocking chair.

"come on, hungry hungry hana," you encourage her, trying desperately to get her to latch onto you. calum is just as exhausted as you are, leaning against the door frame watching you.

"are you sure you don't want me to try to bottle feed her?" he asks you, even though he  knows the answer will be no. he can't help himself from wanting to make things easier for you. but having three kids doesn't make you any less stubborn than you were when he'd first met you.

"no, we'll get it. it just takes practice," you speak quietly, trying again. she just screams around you impatiently, hungry. calum nods his head and disappears. when he returns aufh a bottle in one hand you give him a pleading look and he takes her from you, brown eyes meeting yours as he asks for permission one more time with his eyes. you nod your  head and a moment later he's got her scooped up into his arms, supporting her head as he rubs the nipple pf the bottle on her lips.

"that it, hungery hungry hana," he coos down at her. she takes it easily, the bottle letting her suckle the milk easier than your breast had. she quiets. relief washes over you as you close your eyes, letting yourself doze.

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[isawrightless]

I’ll Drown When I See You

Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira After escaping Raccoon City, Carlos offers Jill some shelter.

set directly after the events of resident evil 3. Rating: M -----

Finding herself homeless and directionless after Raccoon City’s destruction, Jill kept clinging to the only real leads she had: Chris was somewhere in Europe, and Barry was helping from the background, prioritizing the safety of his family. She’d be meeting them soon. But she was tired and hurt. There was not a part of her that didn’t ache, mentally or physically, and for now she needed a place to rest.

Checking in at a hotel proved itself to be a difficult task. For all she’d been through, all the tragedy she had endured, Jill Valentine couldn’t stand the glare and the whispering about her reasons and the state of her body; Why does she have so many bruises? Why is she limping? Is she on the run from something? Is it even safe to be here? Did she come from Raccoon City?

Those questions lingered on the eyes of anyone who even glimpsed at her. Sure, the blood and dirt were gone and the clothes were new (she’d made good on the promise of burning the old ones), but the situation remained the same. She had just escaped from a city that had been wiped out from existence and her own figure was a walking reminder of that.

Then Carlos; sweet, compassionate Carlos, all battered and bruised too, offered shelter. Asked Jill to stay with him in this small rented cabin he’d found.

And now here they are.

She’s not allowed to worry about anything else besides her own healing, that’s the deal. When the topic of buying new clothes and some other necessesities comes up, Jill’s adamant that she’ll buy them herself with whatever money she still has stored somewhere but Carlos stands his ground. She’s his guest, after all. And he’s taking the couch, no problem, she gets the bed. She needs it more.

When she tries to reason with him that she doesn’t mind the couch, it falls on deaf ears.

“Don’t worry, Supercop,” he says. “Just take it easy.”

And she does. Or at least tries to. The second her head hits the pillow, she can’t close her eyes. Whenever she does, that thing shows up, or the corpse of another teammate. Joseph always makes a guest appearence in her dreams. The first real death she’d witnessed at the start of this entire nightmare. He always stands there, half-eaten, limbs missing, speaking through a hole in his face, asking her not to leave him there. It’s cold. It’s cold and he’s alone. And she wants to scream, to tell him she did try to save him, she tried to save everyone, she really did.

She always wakes up before she can hear an answer and spends the rest of the day haunted and frustrated.

Which is why she’s more than confused when she sits up on the bed, sweaty amd startled, looks out the window and finds out it’s night time. A glance on the clock tells her it’s 22:00 PM.

She doesn’t feel rested at all.

Spotting a bag near the end of the bed, she leans over and brings it to her lap, looks inside to find some toothpaste, a toothbrush, soap and a body moisturiser. A couple of other bags are neatly placed on the floor, next to the bed. Inside them, she finds tank tops and t-shirts, two pairs of sweatpants, shorts and brand new underwear. It makes her smile, her first moment of true relief afer all that hell. But the thought of Carlos trying to guess and pick which kind of underwear she’d like is almost too cute.

On the nightstand there’s a water bottle that she opens and drinks in small sips even though what she wants is to drink it all in one go to quench her thrist. When she’s done, her lips feel softer, something she appreciates immensily. Ignoring the aching muscles, she picks some of her new clothes (a pair of sweatpants, the tank top and her brand new cotton panties), stands up on unsteady feet, takes a few steps foward and realizes she needs to brace herself against the wall to get some support.

Heading to the bathroom, she refuses to look at herself in the mirror while setting the clothes she’s going to wear on top of the sink. Undressing, she holds herself when a chill runs down her spine. It’s fine. A false pretense, perhaps, but it’s fine, it’s a worthy delusion. Let her drown in it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine.

Starting the shower, she rests against the tile wall as she waits for the water to get warm. The cold tile against her skin makes her gasp in surprise. She stretches a hand out to check the water’s temperature and then steps right in.

She can barely move her arms without feeling them burn, but she scrubs her body and washes her hair until her skin is red and her scalp hurts. Something needs to be done, something needs to happen, but her chest feels broken and she’s got no home, no plan, no instructions to follow now. Only ghosts that haunt her at every corner.

Calling her out.

Daring her to go on living while they remain dead and frozen in time, wiped out from existence as if they never even mattered in the first place.

As the water runs down her body, she realizes the extent of her injuries. Her right shoulder is bruised, left arm stinging as the soap clings to that wound, her thighs are purple and yellow on different places, and if she squints she can almost pretend they’re something pretty and delicate, like little glaxies on her skin.

There’s a cut and a bruise just above her hip that probably need more attention than she’s currently showing.

She stands under the showerhead for a while, letting the hot water hit the back of her neck, easing her strain. The urge to cry is strong, eyes already rimmed with tears, but she’s way too stubborn to let them fall. Not the smartest choice considering all the words she refuses to say out loud are choking her, chest tight with agony as she swallows back a sob.

She’d give anything to disappear right now.

Taking a deep breath, she finds the courage to cut off the water and step out of the shower. She dries herself with a towel, biting her bottom lip to keep the discomfort that raising her arms brings, and puts on her new clothes, feeling at least a little bit refreshed. She brushes her teeth with her brand new toothbrush and when she’s done, she stares at object for a moment.

He’s thought of everything.

Back into the bedroom, she can hear him pacing around the main room, and she  tries to prepare herself to go meet him. She doesn’t know why she’s so nervous or why her heart is beating a little faster and she refuses to think too much on it.

But that’s Day 1.

Day 2 is quiet.

She’s siting on a worn out couch, body finally giving in to all the injuries it sustainted just a few days ago and it’s hard to move. Her arms feel like they’re about to fall off and she’s sore all over. Some wounds are still tender, and speech doesn’t come easily without the presence of a headache.

Carlos goes out again, brings her painkillers, helps her chase them down with a glass of water. She smiles at him because she can see how worried he is, can even guess what he’s thinking.

Maybe the vaccine didn’t work.

“Do you wanna watch TV?” he asks, voice giving him away. “The reception is, uh, pretty bad but there’s gotta be something good to watch.”

She shakes her head no, still eyeying him like a hawk, and he moves back to sit next to her. “You hungry then?”

“Not at all,” she manages to say.

“You sure? I don’t mean to brag but I’m a great cook.”

“You are?”

“Best one around.”

“Hit the jackpot then.”

It takes a second for her words to sink in and when they do, Carlos gives a boyish smile and says, “That’s my line.”

She tries to laugh and move but that ache pulls at her strings once again, making her flinch. He draws her closer to him, and she lets him.

They fall into a  routine by day 4.

Carlos cooks for them and does some errands and no matter how much Jill protests, she’s told she needs to stay still and heal. She does point out how flawed that train of thought it considering he went through hell too but he always ends up making an excuse.

To say that her heart is free from all that agony from before would be a lie but by now the only thing that truly bothers her-physically- is her left arm. It aches from time to time, a jolt of pain that stings and keeps her awake at night, completely alert, a reminder of what could have been.

She looks at the wound that monster left her, a little gift, exames it again and again, and it’s closed and healing but the pain is still there and Jill knows, she knows that it will never go away.

Carlos comes back that day with some new blankets (the ones at the cabin are simply awful and prickly) and some pepperoni pizza.

This sort of domestic bliss, where they function on pretending the outside world doesn’t exist and they won’t have to figure out what to do about all they’ve been through carries on through day 5 to 6.

On day 7, Jill gets out of the shower, puts on a t-shirt (blue, as Carlos assumed that’s her favorite color), a pair of panties and some shorts and heads to the kitchen to help with dinner.

He smiles when he sees her, a beer in hand, and jokes he’s got a great taste for clothes.

Perhaps it’s the sense of peace that has fallen over them, even if temporary, or maybe it’s just the carefree way he makes her feel, but Jill sticks her tongue out, steals his beer, takes a sip and smirks at him.

She expects some teasing, some kind of silly payback. Instead, he steps closer, leans in and kisses her. Just like that; no warning, no nothing, as if the two of them have been doing this forever, like it’s a habit they’ll never grow out of. And she responds eagerly, kissing back, arms going around his neck when he deepens the kiss, his tongue on hers, hands firmly placed on her hips, holding her steady, afraid she might slip away.

The tenderness is almost alarming. He’s taking his time, enjoying every sensation and she can’t help but press against him. He gets the hint, smiling in the middle of the kiss, sliding his hands down her body, grabbing her ass and squeezing, drawing a moan out of her. She steps back to catch her breath, already missing him. He brings a hand up to cup her face, thumb swiping across her bottom lip as he rests his forehead on hers, staring right into her bright blue eyes.

There’s another kiss before he drags his mouth away to focus on her neck, gently biting and sucking, leaving his mark on her soft flesh. She gives in to him so easily, mind racing with need. Reaching down she tries to unbuckle his belt but the action proves to be a bit too much for her sore shoulder and she ends up hissing in pain, wincing as the burning sensation flares up then goes all the way down to her hand. The wound on her left arm stings like crazy, and she tries not to think too much about it, despite the ache.

There’s no running from Carlos’ sweetness, though, and he stops everything he’s doing, stepping back to look at her. She can feel a slight blush sweeping across her face and she hates it.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” she says.

The last thing she wants is to ruin the mood, especially when he’s got her all worked up already and she’s been waiting for this, been needing this for a while. Carlos shakes his head, “So stubborn,” he breathes out before picking her up. She doesn’t really know his plan, but she hooks her right arm around his neck as he takes her to the bedroom. His scent is intoxicating and by the time he gets her inside the room letting go of him seems like the hardest thing in the world. But then he sets her down on the bed, all handsome and sweet, shaggy hair all over his face, that crooked smile still plastered on his lips and she can hardly wait for what’s to come.

Sitting up, she adjusts herself a bit and watches as he takes off his black t-shirt, takes a second to admire his hairy chest and toned abdomen and then goes back to watching, biting her bottom lip while he unbuckles his belt, kicks his shoes and socks off before climbing on top of her, diving back in for her lips, hands working on taking off her t-shirt, helping her out of the sleeves. He discards the piece of clothing by throwing it across the room and draws back to take a good look at her. She’s at his mercy, breasts exposed, nipples hard, scars spread across her skin; some are rather large and faded, gifts from that cold, horrible mansion; some are new, pearly white and glistening around bruises and light scratches still lost in the process of healing. And she’s beautiful.

“Oh, c'mon,” Carlos starts, licking his bottom lip. He leans down, right hand fixing up a few strands of her hair. “You can’t be real.”

Jill chooses to hide how much his words mean to her in a small smile and a scoff; she was never one to open up properly and she’s not about to list all the reasons why she has been avoiding looking in the mirror, at least not now. Thankfully, Carlos goes back to kissing her and that suits her just fine.

She trails a hand down his torso before reaching his unbuckled belt and then going further, palming him through his pants. He’s hard and she’s soaking wet and anxious and the little grunt he lets out in her ear doesn’t help things. All hope of self control goes out the window the second he kisses his way down to her breasts, bringing a hand to cup one of them while his mouth works on the other one, the tip of his tongue circling a nipple before sucking on it, making her arch her back and moan. He steals a quick glance at her, wishing he could frame the moment forever, as cliche and cheesy as that sounds. But she’s gorgeous, she’s absolutely gorgeous, and to have her unguarded like this, for him, it sends him into a state of euphoria that he can’t quite explain.

He alternates between one breast and the other, enjoying her gasps and moans and by the time he’s done, when he comes back up for a kiss, her breasts are glistening with saliva, a slight flush covering them. His actions serve only to encourage her, demolishing any kind of hesitation or worry. She wastes no time unzipping his pants as he kisses her long and good, reaching inside his boxers to pull his cock out, holding it in her hands firmly; he is big and thick, smooth, veiny and throbbing, precome trickling down his length, and she starts stroking him slowly, up and down, pressing right against that sweet, sensitive spot under the head of his cock with each upstroke. He groans, mouth open against hers, closes his eyes and lets himself fall into her touch, hips thrusting into her hand, trying to set his own rhythm, showing her how he likes it.

Jill doesn’t see or hear anything that isn’t him. It’s impossible to think of anything else when he’s so handsome, throwing his head back and moaning only to stare at her with those kind eyes of his. She thinks she could stay like this for a long while, just watching him, her hand wrapped around his cock, feeling him hot and twitching, begging for something else.

He doesn’t give time for her to improvise though. Panting, he grabs her wrist, ceasing her movements. Grinning, he leans back, hands sliding up and down her legs until he hooks his fingers on the waistband of her shorts and pulls them down along with her panties. She can’t help the small smirk as she lifts her hips and bends her knees to help him take them off.

He’s stealing kisses, dragging his mouth down her body, marking her here and there, being careful around the bruises, fighting the need to just have her every time she lets out a shaky breath. He grabs one of her thighs with his right hand, the other one staying firmly on her hip, his mouth not once leaving her skin, and she gets the hint, spreads her legs to accomodate him further. That’s when he glances at her, finds her staring down at him, her short hair framing her face, and he almost loses it. But he carries down with his mouth, teasing and kissing her inner thighs, his beard tickling her, soft licks against her skin, breath ghosting over the spot between her legs until she gasps out his name.

And then there’s this moment, a fraction of time in which he realizes that this is happening, this is really happening and she wants him, too, she wants him and she’s waiting and so he runs his tongue along her slit, feels proud when her hands goes on on top of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. He licks her slowly, explores every inch, every fold, wants to taste every bit of her.

When she moans he changes the pace, teases, circles her entrance with the tip of his tongue, presses it flat against her and licks like a hungry, needy man, eats her out nicely, takes his time. Then she begs, asks for more and he swirls his tongue around her clit one, two, three times, moves his head up and down, his nose adding a much needed friction and then he sucks on her clit, keeps going until she’s arching her back off the bed and grinding against his face. He follows her rhythm, the one she imposes, eyes closed, voice cracking.

“Carlos,” she says, sill holding on to his hair, desperately lifting her hips, rocking on his mouth. “I’m gonna come-” It’s the way her voice cracks at the end of the word ‘come’ that drives him insane, eager to taste more of her, to have her melting on his tongue.

He hums in response, increases the pressure and holds her tighter as she squirms and writhes, moans his name again and again until it turns into a soundless cry, until time stops and she tenses, comes on his tongue, muscles spasming and toes curling while he helps her ride out her orgasm. She tries to pull away, it’s too much, she’s too sensitive, but he can’t help himself, he wants just a bit more because maybe he’ll never have her like this again, maybe this is just a one time thing so he wants every drop of her, he wants to be a little selfish here, make sure this day will be burned in his brain forever; she’s honey scented, holy in every way, and so he gives her one final lick and stops when she starts shaking.

The sound of her breathing echoes through the room, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he backs away and looks up at her, a satisfied grin on his face when he sees the state she’s in. He’s got something to say, a little joke to make, but it fades to nothing the second she grabs his face in her hands and pulls him into a bruising kiss.

Too many things hide in that kiss, from little trinkents to precious jewels, that kiss changes everything the second she tastes herself on him, the second he grabs hold of her again and deepens said kiss, finds all those treasures hidden in each soft breath, and he feels her hands tugging at the waistband of his pants, “Take these off,” she says through gritted teeth and he does as he’s told, moves away from her for one second that feels like forever and slides out of his pants and boxers, cock twitching, missing her hand, wondering how her mouth would feel on him, knowing that there’s no way he can let her do that to him now otherwise he won’t last, he won’t last at all.

“Come here,” her voice is low and demanding in the softest way possible. He gets back on the bed, sits in front of her, kisses her again, and they stay like that for a while, just exploring each other’s mouths until she can’t help herself and grabs hold of him and he grunts in her mouth because he’s been hard for so long now, been needing her for so long, and watching her orgasm a few moments ago, knowing he provoked that almost made him burst right then and there, and now her hand is on him again and he can’t control himself.

“You’re the sweetest thing I have ever tasted,” he confesses, breathless, “Jill, you’re the sweetest fucking thing.”

And Jill nods, not really knowing how to respond to such a bold statement, her face flushed, she nods and flattens a hand against his chest and pushes him down on the mattress, straddles him and although her plan is clear, she winces and hisses in pain the second she tries to move her other arm and as much as she tries to play it off, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Carlos.

He’s quick to sit up, to cup her face, eyes scanning her frame. “You alright?” and his words are a bit rushed, stumbling in his own want and worry. “Wanna stop?”

“No, don’t even think about it,” she adds quickly.

“You sure?”

“Wait, I’m not Supercop anymore?” she says with a smirk. “I’m just a little sore.”

“Then let me take care of you,” he says, caressing her face, robbing her of a kiss. “If it’s still okay.”

The concern is endearing, the implication of his words even more so. “Of course it’s still okay.”

Another kiss, he lowers her onto the mattress, runs his hands up and down her body until he stops them at her bent knees. She spreads her legs for him again, and he’s so consumed by her he feels almost tipsy, everything goes hazy for a minute. He’s been hard and aching to the point of desperation even, but he swears, he does, that if she asked him to just go down on her again he would, oh god, he would, no doubt about it.

Except she’s waiting, the gleam in her blue eyes making him fall in love with her, because yes, that’s what he’s feeling, love. He’s known for days and she’s changed his entire life and he won’t stomach it when she leaves. She’s worked her way into his heart, growing around it like a vine and he doesn’t want her to let go.

“Carlos,” she whispers, but there’s urgency hiding behind her tone.

He grabs her legs, bringing her closer to him, holding his cock by the base then gently guiding himself inside her; just the tip first, to see her reaction, and then he moves an inch more and she bites her bottom lip again, looks down at him, expectation written across her face. Then he goes all in; she’s so wet, so ready, there’s no resistance. They both sigh in relief at the feeling, her little moan contrasting with his grunt, and she’s grateful for the time he gives her to get used to him; it’s been a while since she’s been with anyone but even then she had never felt as complete as she’s feeling right now.

He fits so perfectly, stretches her up good, and he’s looking at her as if she’s made of diamonds, searching for any sign on discomfort on her face and honestly, having someone care so much like this is bringing her to the edge of tears.

This is not a quick fuck. This is not a we made it out alive kind of celebration. There’s more here, there’s so much more, she can see it in his eyes.

He leans forward, his body covering hers as he props himself up with one arm on her side to keep from crushing her. Staring right into her eyes, he kisses her lips and starts moving. It’s a steady pace at first, as if he’s trying to understand her, trying to see what drives her crazy, what she likes.

Can he be rough?

Can he hold her a little tighter?

Those silent questions are answered when she urges him on, her hands on his shoulder, bringing him down on her so her breasts are flush against his chest and his face is an inch away from hers. He kisses her when he starts moving, feels her breaking into a moan but then respond, moving her hips in accordance to his, but even so she’s letting him lead; he’s the one in control this time around.

So he thrusts slowly, long strokes that make her want to just push him down again and ride him because she thinks he might have made her a little insane here, a little too obsessed. She watches him, his handsome face and its perfect features, then darts her glance down to where they’re both connected, sees him move, sees and feels him pullig back until just the head of his cock is inside, and then he slides in again, repeats the motion again and again until she can’t take it anymore, wraps her legs around his waist and says, “Faster.”

“Yeah?” he asks, still set on that same rhythm, looking for permission, focusing his gaze for one instance at a huge bruise near her hip.

“Please,” she begs in the middle of a kiss. “Please.”

He increases the pace gradually, watches the changes on her face, and when she throws her arms around his neck (all the flinching and wincing still there but to hell with them to hell with them, this means so much more), he finally lets go. His thrusts grow harder and faster, so much so that he accidently slips out, and when that happens he drives her mad by grabbing his cock and rubbing it on her clit for a few seconds, a small tease that earns him some more pretty little moans, his name spilling out of her lips like sugar.

He’s in trouble, he concludes, he’s in trouble. This woman may as well be his everything.

He will drown himself in her if she asks him to.

Lodge himself into her bones.

Never let her go.

If she wants him as much as he wants her.

(and he hopes she does he hopes she does)

When he thrusts back into her, he wastes no time, no more teasing, he moves, feels her nails digging into his flesh, little red moons forming all over his skin, she’s clenching around him and he’s pounding into her so fast and hard the slap from skin against skin is loud enough to reverberate on the walls. Throught it all, he doesn’t break eye contact, no, looks at her as if she’s meant to be worshipped.

Jill is lost in a trance, feeling his cock in and out of her, he’s so big and hard, he’s so perfect, so good, she could stay like this forever and then he hits that spot, that little spot and she clenchs around him and moans, which in turn makes him groan. “Right there,” she says, “Right there, don’t stop, please, just like that.”

Carlos nods, he’s mesmerized, trying to hold back his own release, showering her neck with kisses, licking the salt off of her skin, hips working nonstop. “Fuck,” he says, voice hoarse. “You feel so good. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

She clings to him as if her life depends on it (and god knows it did), she clings to him, their hearts beating in perfect synchrony.

This is meant to be, she thinks, this is meant to be.

His thrusts are even harder now, rocking them back and forth on the bed. He buries his head on the crook of her neck, muffling his groans. She gives up on trying to follow his rhythm, gives up completely, this is too good, too fucking good, she can only take it. She’s so close, he knows, she doesn’t even need to tell him with the way she tightening around his cock, the way her moans are turning into almost sobs, her shaky voice trying to utter a warning, one that he loves so much.

He keeps up the pace while sliding a hand down her body, finding her clit, still a little swollen and sensitive from his earlier ministrations. This time she does cry out, holding on to him. It’s overwhelming; she’s right at the edge and she doesn’t want it to end, fuck, don’t let this end.

He’s losing control, pumping into her, his warm breath on her skin, and when that wave hits her, when her face gets hot and her breathing heavy she asks for one thing, just one tiny thing. “Come with me,” she says. “Come with me, please, please, come with me.”

“Inside you?” and such simple question should sound a lot more like caution than it does in that moment. In that moment though, that simple question is about trust above anything else, and she nods, all desperate and pretty, she nods.

“Inside me,” she orders as he kisses her. “Inside me, it’s okay, fill me up, let me-” her voice breaks when he speeds up the pace. “Let me feel you, I need to feel you.”

He places a hand around her neck, doesn’t apply pressure, just keeps it there and stares at her and fucks her and kisses her and says “I’ll fill you up then, I’ll do it, you’ll be all mine, right, just mine?” he asks in between pants, voice rough and brash and still laced with adoration.

“Just yours.”

She means it.

He thrusts into her with hard, fast, long strokes, and she’s clenching around his thick cock, coming with such intensity that she bites the inside of her cheek to keep from truly screaming.

At the same time, his movements grow erratic, his grunts and groans a lot louder, and then he’s burying himself into her to the hilt and coming deep inside her, breathing so hard he feels like he might pass out.

She holds on to him as they both wait until they can breathe normally again, but he can’t resist kissing her, not when she’s giving him that look, not when he’s so scared of never seeing her again after this that he can feel his bones trembling. After a moment, when the world goes back to existing, he slips out of her and rolls to her side, brings her with him. She’s curled up around him like a cat, and he’s smiling, stroking her hair idly.

“You’re not in pain, are you?” he asks.

Shaking her head, she chuckles. “Sex is one hell of a drug, you know.”

“You’re one hell of a drug.”

“Oh god,” she laughs at the line.

“No, I’m serious. Got me screwed up for life here,” he admits. “Pretty sure I’m addicted.”

It’s quiet for a moment, Carlos is already cursing himself for ruining this. Too blunt. Too blunt and they don’t even know what they’re going to do tomorrow.

But then she looks up at him, and says: “For life is a big commitment.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a man of my word,” he says.

“That’s good to know,” she smiles at him, rests her head on his chest and closes her eyes.

Carlos wraps an arm around her then, holds her tight and close, the stupidest smile decorating his face.

And for the first time in months, Jill sleeps peacefully.

--- a/n: i’m rusty as hell but writing this brought me joy. i dedicate this to my lovely friend @passionedance because holy shit she put up with me gushing about these two a lot. <3 also, i hope everyone is okay and taking care of themselves. <3

#valeveira #jillxcarlos #jill valentine #carlos oliveira #carlosxjill #resident evil 3

[believerindaydreams]

me: oh I guess I'm doing that Survival fanfic I always wanted to do

Me: sweet

Meat's soft. Soft, with blood in.

Others don't think that's strange, they're hungry so they're eating. I'm hungry, but this seems wrong.

She pushes me towards the body, cuts into the flank. Strips come away soft amd juicy, my mouth waters.

We had a hard fight downing this one. He had to shoot, he doesn't do that so much now. Doesn't need to with blood-sight. We can take things other ways now.

Sun's hot. Gets in my eyes funny, with these glasses.

Glass. Yes.

That seems funny, they'll just block my blood-sight. I shake my head, trying to get them off.

It's hard, until I lie down and catch them on a rib spur; then they come away and I feel light, the sun's brighter than ever.

He doesn't like it, though. He bites them in his teeth, pokes them at my face. I move away; he growls in his throat.

She nuzzles him, takes the things- she's clever in ways we aren't, always poking and prodding with her hands. Now she knocks over sour drink on the glass, licks them clean.

Everything is much clearer when she puts them back on me.

He grunts, presses happily against me. He's warm and protective, makes sure we're safe. Loved.

But the meat, there's still something wrong there. I whimper, push it away.

She doesn't understand, tries to encourage me by eating herself; but he can see there's no moving me. He coughs a few times.

"You're gonna have to say what's wrong."

"I'm not eating human flesh!"

He squeals in his throat, drags her away from the meat. She looks puzzled at him, a tender bit dangling from her mouth.

Words don't seem to matter so much now I've said them. I find a dog steak in a pouch and settle down to gnaw it.

*****

Silly boys. Silly, silly boys, making a fuss about nothing.

They aren't tired and dead-looking any more, they're healthy and sleep soundly. Long still favors one arm, Short is healing from the fight I had with him, but I can see them recovering every day.

We'll fight anything that fights back, the blood-sight likes it. I think it knows we need it; and it needs us, to catch for it. We eat the meat, it takes the deaths.

It doesn't like the words, though. The words are like the ice on the water, you have to keep running or you'll find out what's underneath. I want it to stay cold, always.

The silly boys, they want to find out. I guess they will. When they find a scent, they track it home.

But I can try to help them be strong enough to survive it.

*****

Christine

There really isn't anything worth staying for, at this point.

What's left of Rivet City isn't worth speaking of, and Nacochtank had been flattened comprehensively even before a giant robot collapsed on top of it. The survivors- there had been more than she'd expected, mostly due to a good evacuation program having been carried out at the first sign of Liberty Prime- have scattered, mostly to the Temple of the Union. There's a Followers tent there now, according to Three Dog, and that one she suspects won't be going anywhere.

Some of the others went to Megaton, a few hardy survivors to Point Lookout. They took what they could with them; the site has been looted bare down to scrap metal.

She's moved into a subway car in the Anacostia station, ready to bring her to the Pacific Flyer whenever she's ready.

She isn't ready. For the first time in her life she is directionless, weightless; and the course of the conflict so eagerly reported on radio is one in which she takes only academic interest. They'll find her if they want her.

Perhaps she'll kill them if they do, and move on; waiting here forever, a ghost haunting its own corpse.

She shakes the thought away, and leaves the car's tranquil safety for one more midnight patrol. Just to be on the safe side.

It's good she does. The trio she finds curled up near the old Mutant camp are cold, shivering miserably in the ocean winds.

"Gannon? Arcade Gannon?"

He twitches at his name, then tries to bite her. She leaps back, startled.

"You remember me. Christine Royce. I know you, I know Boone. We're friends."

She keeps her tone even, unhurried, as though she's talking to an animal. He seems to respond to that, moving towards her in the cautious crouch-sneak that any Mojave fighter could do in their sleep, but now unpleasantly reminds her of a creature from the Divide. They hadn't seemed human any longer either.

"I have a fire at my camp. Clean water, food. Would you follow me, do you know how?"

He pauses. Shakes the others awake, with hands instead of teeth; so he looks nearly normal doing it.

Christine repeats her offer, patiently and slowly. To her surprise, it's Boone who replies.

"Okay. They're gonna need help."

"What kind of help?"

"Got deeper into the blood-sight than I did. Gonna take time for them to come out."

He fumbles in a pocket, pulls out a cracked and badly abused pair of sunglasses. She doesn't ask why he wants them at night.

Veronica would have asked.

They get back to the subway car, more quickly than she would have expected- they're in good shape, whatever else is happening to them- and she arranges a nest of subway cushions for them. At least it's warm down here.

They're all three unexpectedly thirsty, and make inroads on her purified water that won't be easy to replace, but never mind. Food's accepted too. Boone whacks Arcade with a spoon when the latter tries eating mirelurk cake with his fingers; he looks confused for a moment, then accepts and uses the utensil.

"You better all remember that shitting is an outdoor sport," Christine mutters.

Carla makes an indignant sound. "I'm from a vault."

If not for certain prior experiences, she would have no patience with this whatsoever; but seeing as she has, the knowledge that they retain some language makes her change her mindset, looking for communication instead of threats. By that metric, what she's witnessing is almost unsettling; there are significant looks, grimaces, no end of small touches. If she hadn't regained her voice, had been forced to interact with Veronica in other ways, it might have turned out like this.

Terrific. Boone's apparently figured out how to spread his morose lack of speech; she can only hope it isn't contagious.

"You three going to be all right there for the night?"

Nobody says anything.

"Okay. I'm going to sleep now."

The situation probably should keep her awake, but she's too old a campaigner for that.

***

When she wakes up again, it's later than she would normally have slept, and Arcade has stolen her best frying pan for mutfruit pancakes.

"Good morning. I'm sorry if we're dipping into your supplies too much, but we had a look around and you seemed to be the only source of supply."

"You'd be correct about that. Also- using words now, I see?"

Arcade flips a pancake onto a plate, starts oiling the pan for another. "Coming out of- call it a fugue state. We'd all been through a bit too much, too many nightmares piled on too fast. Something had to give for a bit, at least temporarily."

"Doesn't seem to have affected you much."

He cracks a smile. "I was getting to miss linguistics. Not that there's much need or opportunity for it while travelling through a barren hellscape whose main feature of interest is roving Deathclaws."

There's a knock on the door; it turns out to be Carla, with an armful of sack.

"We're in luck. Nobody did touch the safe I buried, score one for me distrusting tents as storage- here, catch. It's your doctoral thesis."

Arcade fumbles it, but picks up the book and hugs it affectionately. "You're a marvel, Carla."

"And Boone's beret- not the one I made, just the generic one the NCR gave him. Happily-" she pulls something heavy out of the sack. "I can make a new one with my sewing machine, if I can get some decent material. And we have some caps."

"I hope it's a lot of them," Christine says, feeling slightly odd that she's delivering good news for once. "Manny and your daughter are at Point Outlook, you can still get there by riverboat."

Carla screams ecstatically and runs out.

"Ah. Okay."

"Boone's trying to salvage what happened to his guns after a lot of shooting but forgetting to repair them. Hearing Daisy's alive may be the only piece of news capable of clearing that funk- do you want your pancakes crispy or plump?"

"Make it half and half."

It hadn't occurred to her that she might be as broken in her own way, as they had been in theirs; but when Arcade casually asks that afternoon if she'd care to accompany them to Point Lookout, she says yes.

Veronica, she thinks, would want her to carry on.

And look after this terribly accident-prone Follower.

#ttw draft

[snippychicke]

Headcanons for Reeve & his Assistant 

Stolen from @selfloving-shipper Dedicated to @unbiddenrhythm

A: Activity (What is an activity they enjoy doing together)

I think just spending time together while working, even if its on different projects, is something they enjoy. Whether it's work related, or after their together and Reeve is working on a pet project and Rea is occupied with her own hobby (reading?) They just enjoy being close together. 

B: Bashful (What is something one of them finds embarrassing about themselves but the other finds adorable)

Reeve: He is rather self conscious about how much he cares for Cait, seeing him less as a toy or robot, and more like a child. He'll catch himself fussing when the cat wanders off to do heroics, or when he comes back injured. Rea thinks it's absolutely adorable amd also quickly accepts Cait as a person rather than a machine. 

Rea tends to lose herself when reading, and will start reacting aloud (ie squealing happily, or cussing out characters during plot twist). Reeve realizes the more vocal it is, the better the book (and not to bother her if possible). 

He thinks it's the cutest thing he has ever seen a person do. 

C: Calm (How do they calm each other down)

Soft touches and meaningful looks tened to help Reeve regain his self control when he gets upset over something. Just gentle reminders that he isn't alone.

Rea, however, when she is truly upset, needs a little bit more persuasion. She has a very even temperament, but once she is fully and truly riled, Reeve sometimes has to physically hold her back and talk her down before it's safe to let her go. 

D: Danger (How do they react when they find out the other one is in danger) 

When Rea finds out Reeve has somehow placed himself in danger, she is bound and determined to move heaven and hell to assure he is safe. She knows she probably cannot rescue him herself, so she often enlists whomever is best for the job. (Which has meant making some rather unsavory deals, but she doesn't care as long as Reeve is safe.)

When Rea herself is in danger, Reeve doesn't even have to ask before Cait is on his way. There is a lot of anxiety involved, and Reeve is pulling any strings he can to save her. Eventually virtually all of Gaia comes to her rescue. 

Gaia help the idiots who thinks its smart to go after these two. 

E: Encourage (How to the Encourage each other)

They are both talented at encouraging one another. It's actually a main part of their relationship is supporting one another. Encouraging words, reminding each other of how talented and important they are, and all they have done in the past. This power couple knows exactly what words to use to embolden the other.

F: Flirt (How do they flirt?)

These two initially awkwardly flirt, neither really practiced with it. Even after they've established a relationship, most of it is unintentional flirting-- long looks, bantering back and forth-- but as they get more comfortable in a relationship, it becomes more hands on-- Reeve will skim his hand along Rea's back or arms, and Rea will tug at his tie with a playful look.

G: Greeting (What was their first meeting like?)

[Back when Rea waitress and Reeve had just started]

"Are you new?" Reeve asked the red-haired barista as she worked on his order. It was late at night, wll after main hours. But the Directors were pushing for the upgrades for the Mako reactors to be done before the end of the week, meaning long hours for everyone involved. 

She shot a shy smile, "Y-yeah, just started last week. It's my first time running the place by myself." 

"I'm sure you'll be okay, there usually isn't a big rush during the night shift."

She handed the drink to him, "I hope you're right. My name is Rea, by the way."

"Reeve Tuesti."

H: Hungry (does one of them cook?)

Despite what Rea and others think, Reeve can cook. He's just usually too busy to do more than a quick simple meal. After spending the night for the first time, Rea discovers this when she wakes to a full breakfast in bed. Healthy, but with a few hearty Kalm staples. She immediately falls in love with his cooking.

Rea knows some basics of cooking, but usually picks up quick meals from the vending machines on her way to or from work. 

Also: Cait has tried to cook. And has burnt water. He is banned from the kitchen. Avalanche learnt this the hard way. 

I: Imagine( what do they imagine their future together?)

Reeve tries not to get carried away with imaging the future. After all, their life has been insane as it is. He just hopes that no matter what happens in the future, Rea will always be by his side. 

Rea figures there might not be any white picket fence kind of future after everything, but does dream about fussing over a few kids, (Denzel perhaps being one) as well as helping to manage the future of the WRO. 

She also imagines Cait being an amazing, if not slightly ornery, older brother. (She knows Mog will be happy to cuddle any kids.)

J: Jealousy (Do they get jealous easy?)

Maybe at first, but after a while both are confident in the other. Besides, all of Gaia knows the power couple and knows how devoted the two are to each other. 

Reno may still flirt with Rea, but it's mostly out of habit and to see if he can get a rise. Reeve tends to roll his eyes, though Cait will often act on his suppressed impulses and tell the former Turk off (with an accent so thick it's hard to understand). 

Rea might be a bit...cold with Shalua Rui at first when the woman starts working closely with Reeve and the WRO. Reeve is perplexed and Cait has to point out the obvious. 

There was teasing involved, but Reeve showed how devoted he was to her. Multiple times. A few in his office. And in a utility closet. 

K: Kissing (what kind of kisses do they share?)

Many of their kisses are short and sweet pecks through the day. Just quick sweet tokens of affection.

But Rea is rather good at slow, sensual kisses, starting on Reeve's neck when she thinks it's time for a break. Maybe nipping and teasing his ear lobe while trying to drag him away from his desk. Reeve might grumble half heartedly, but he soon concedes and lets her drag him off to bed. 

L: Love (When did they first realize they were in love?)

Rea knew she was crushing on Reeve for quite a time, but seeing him stand against President Shinra made her realize. Not fully because of his bravery, but the fear that gripped her heart. Because she knew exactly how Shinra dealt with traitors and instigators. And that fear and devotion just sealed her feelings.

 Reeve was a bit more subtle. There was no moment of epiphany or realization, just gradual increase in affection and mindlessly thinking 'Gaia, this woman is amazing' after the events of the Sector 1 bombing. 

Of course, it is a long, long, time before they admit their love to one another.

M: Memories (What's their favorite memories of each other?)

Rea favorite memory is the night she first met Denzel and Ruvie. Watching Reeve work on the old train set with the little boy, patient but aome of the child like excitment shining through while she and Ruvie watched fondly. (It was when she was sure Reeve would be a wonderful father some day)

Reeve's favorite memory is the first time he woke to Rea in his bed. Just being able to lay there and appreciate the woman beside him. The firat taste of domestic life that left him wanting more.

N: Nickname (what names do they call each other?)

Reeve calls Rea tender names like sweetheart and darling when they are alone, or in an informal setting. 

Rea doesn't do the pet names very often, but at times will drop a 'honey' or 'dear' when at home and asking for a favor. 

O: Object (What objects remind them of the other.)

Rea, of course, can't see a cat, especially a plush one, without thinking of Reeve. She may have bought a small plush black cat with Cait's markings to leave on his desk as a present once. (It ends up on her own desk next to her pressed flower.) 

Reeve cannot see a red hairdd person without thinking of her. To the point there has been a time he sees red long hair and assumes it's Rea and will start talking without confirming it. (Reno gets a kick out of it)

P: Phone (how often do the communicate)

Oh boy. If these two aren't working in the same building, and for some reason are apart for more than a few hours, you bet they are calling each other or at least messaging each other frequently. And by frequently, I mean at least one text per hour, if not more.

Most is work related updates. Others are questions, sometimes just /i miss you/. 

Q: Quiver (what flusters them)

Rea has Reeve wrapped around her finger, and he goes weak when she bites her lip and gives him a 'come hither' look tacked on with a 'sir'. Or when she tugs his tie to lead him somewhere. 

All Reeve has to do is stand tall and either adjust his cuff links or tie with a serious expressionon on his face and she's already biting her lip. A finger beneath her chin and she's a melted pile of goo. 

R: Routine (Do they have a routine?)

Everything. These two are so in-sync with each other that almost everything runs like clockwork. They are two people pushing for efficiency, so used to working with one another it's when they are apart things start to crumble

S: Selfies (which one takes more selfies?)

Cait, and then Denzel, pushes for selfies with the pair. But out of the two of them, Rea is the one more likely to snap a pic of them together. Usually after a few drinks. 

T: Touchy (PDA? Cuddle?)

PDA is generally off the table except maybe for a light touch or a quick kiss, or at least at work, which is 75% of their life.

But in an informal setting, like around friends or home, they love being near each other. Cuddle time on the couch, Rea holding Reeve while he cooks supper. Long soaks in the tub together? Just cuddles in bed? Yep. 

U: Unaccustomed (How hard is it to get use to each other?)

At first, its having someone just in their life outside of work. Their home is less….silent. The morning routine of getting ready for work and figuring who gets the shower first is a little rocky at first before it becomes second nature to take turns, and whoever doesn't shower is making a quick breakfast (which Reeve often volunteers because Rea's breakfast is cereal and coffee, maybe a microwave breakfast burrito if she feels ambitious.)

V: Vanish (what would they do if the other just vanished)

They would both be moving heaven and hell, over turning the entire planet to find the other, calling in every favor they could. Which is a lot. 

X: Xray (What happens if the other is sick/injured)

Both of them are mother hens when someone they care for is sick or injured, especially each other. Yet on the flip side, they are also very stubborn patients that refuse to admit they are sick or injured. 

They will only call in if they're dead. But the slightest sniffle from the other and they're insisting on bed rest and chocobo noodle soup. It balances itself out, luckily. 

Y: Yes (who would propose to the other?)

Oh boy. So while both of them would love to get married, they also allow it to become a back-burner issue as they work on WRO and everything else. They figured they're married in every way except legally, so it doesn't matter much to them. They would be happy signing a document and being done with it but everyone else is not having it. 

Yuffie gets the crazy idea first, and enlists Denzel, Ruvie, Domino, Cait, and somehow even Vincent. Then all of Avalanche, and then the Turks and Rufus. 

The pair thinks they're being called to Kalm for some official business. Instead, they are faced with a surprise wedding. (That somehow goes off without a hitch.)  

Z: Zzz (How do they fall asleep?)

As stated before, these two are cuddle bugs. More often than not, they are curled around each other, whether it be spooning or one laying on the other's chest, arms wrapped around the other. (Which is perfect for early morning kisses before the second alarm goes off, set for that purpose expressly.) 

More than once, however, their bed is invaded by a certain cat-doll who doesn't need to sleep, but likes relaxing with his two favorite humans. And is happy to just stretch out on both of them like a real cat would.

#reeve tuesti #final fantasy 7 remake #reeve's assistant #cait sith #ff7 #ff7r #reeve x assistant #reeve tuesti's assistant #reeve/reeve's assistant #reeve tuesti x assistant

[hello-universe-lovers]

ML/HK Crossover (AU)

((A/N: welp, I'm back with this. This is a continuation of this post. So uhhhh..idk you don't need to see it to understand...I want to say this ok!?

THE SETTING

- Hallownest is France, with no king, just a mayor.

- The main setting is the City of Tears, but since its on the surface, it doesn't rain as much. PK is the mayor. And WL divorced him (they are still close friends).

- Humanity is gone, and bugs have essentially evolved and taken over, with no remmants of human life, aside from the recipes that resembles human food.

- the Kwamis are indestructible, so they still survived, and are either on display in museum as "mysterious artifacts" or just scattered everywhere.

THE CHARACTERS

Radiance:

- The Butterfly Miraculous was discovered by Radiance on a trip to the Howling Cliffs.

-She starts doing bad stuff in order to save NKG (who is in a coma like Emilie in the show). But as time go on, she gets more and more power hungry.

-Justifieds her action with saving NKG, cares very little for his nephew. (It's just like the show, with a pinch of ego)

Grimm:

-Grimm of course lives with his "aunt", who is a renowned model and fashion designer.

-He stumbles on the earings after fallong down a construction hole (coincidentally the same day Radi decided to akumatized someone).

-Tikki comes out, shock!! But then quivkly settled upon seeing the monster.

-Since Grimm doesn't have ears, he attatched the earings to his shirt collar.

-Spots on, TRANSFORMATION.

-NKG is Grimm's dad, until he "died" in a plane crash.

- He was sent to live with his aunt Radi, where he was forced to take on the life of a model (previously, he was a performer for theatre and circuses).

- Tikki makes comments how similar he is to the previous Black cat holder.

- Unlike perfect boy tho, Grimm has a naughty streak. Lying to Auntie and sneaking off to do things, not letting her control his life.

- He's well known in the City, so he still has a bodyguard (who is also his best friend, Brumm).

- Brumm knows Grimm is Ladybug but vows to keep it a secret.

- Grimm is very dramatic in battle, making quips and incorperating dancing into his fighting, to lighten the mood. But he can get serious, since its up to him to de-evilized bugs.

- He often tries to talk to his silent partner Night Beetle, to get him to talk. Not flirting, just wanting some kind of reaction other than a cold stare.

-Grimm sees Ghost (but they are bappy so they're a grade apart) but not often. (Hence making it more bearable believable that Grimm can't recgonize ghost as Night Beetle).

- He also has to find rare ingedients in order to make sweets to recharge Tikki (which makes him a semi-good baker).

Ghost:

-Ghost is an orphan.

-They are taken in by Elderbug at his house, but since they're poor, they are outside, taking odd jobs to help out.

-The most common place is a bakery and Tour guide agency run by Cornifer amd Iselda.

-One day while taking out the trash, Ghost stumbles upon the ring.

-Plagg comes out, and since Ghost has no voice, they take it home to Elderbug(this is one of the few differences from the show, Elderbug knows)

-After explaining everything, the akuma appears.

-Plagg thinking fast, gets Ghost to put it on and say the word

-But Ghost can't talk.

-They can sign though.

-Claws out! transformation!!

-but...Ghost is smol.

-so Plagg transform them with void (its still a thing here).

-and now Ghost looks older (kinda like older Ghost).

-OFF TO SAVE THE DAY!

-After saving the day, since Cats no longer exists, Ghost was Dubbed the "Night Beetle" while Grimm still got the "Ladybug" moniker.

- Ghost, is the opposite, they are silent, and want to get the job done.

- From the bakery, they can only give Plagg spare honeycombs (he complains its not cheese, but recognizes he's basically in a different world).

- Elderbug is constantly watching the news, cheering for "Night Beetle" but is also worried.

- if Ghost comes back after a rough fight, he will prepare milk and sweets for them.

- Ghost tries to befriend Hornet, but her tough girl persona won't let her admit she enjoys Ghost's company.

- They also comfort Plagg, who despite being chill, has to live with the fact that everyone he loved is forgotten, and the only thing tying him to his previous life are the other Kwamis.

-Ghost often uses their pole as a jabbing weapon, swinging it like they would a nail (like some kind of insitnct).

-Ghost will ALSO protect Ladybug with their life. As they consider it their duty to keep him safe.

-Ghost's opions on Ladybug varies, they're not obsessed, but they find them to be a great partner. They just wish they could communicate.

-Ghost also sees Grimm, but doesn't pay him much thought as they have other plans.

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GET TO KNOW THE CHARACTER! (Repost, don’t Reblog)

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

Name: Ausos

Eye Color: Black/White

Hair Color: No Hair

Height: 5′7″ but this can change depending on their form (they are tallest in Defense Form, being 6″5)

Clothing Style: Doesn’t need clothes, though if they were to wear something, they’d have a very casual style, bordering on punk-ish.

Best Physical Feature: Their Crystal? It’s always shining with beautiful colors depending on how they feel. Other than that, their arms? They could give great hugs with arms like theirs, especially when they are in defense form. Strong, warm hugs.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: Being alone and/or ending up alone, failing their trainer/the people/other pokemon they care about. Other than that, Eternatus.

Bad Habits: They can be a little too curious at times, too loud, and their appetite has been known to get them into trouble, too-- in the sense that, they think nothing of stealing whole vending machines or food carts and flying off with them to then gorge on their contents, or just “stealing” food in general when they can’t otherwise acquire it with funds or whatnot. Ausos always repays his debts in those regards, but, still, they are a food klepto.

Ambition for the Future: Ausos wants to regain the ability to change into their other forms, for starters, and to maybe eventually regain many of their lost memories, but overall Ausos main goal is just to make friends and live a good life with those friends, whether they are pokemon or humans or whatever. Everything else they just play by ear.

Biggest regret: Ausos’ memory is very spotty and there isn’t much from their past they can remember “regretting”, however they do retain a lot of the feelings from those lost memories, and one of those feelings pertains to the partner they lost thousands of years ago. Ausos doesn’t remember the partners name, or even what they looked like, but Ausos remembers feeling very deeply for them, and Ausos knows they perished somehow. Ausos doesn’t know what happened to them exactly, but Ausos wishes they could have protected them more, somehow. 

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

First Thoughts Waking Up: “Ausos is hungry”, “Ausos is going to have a good day!”, “Ausos should go check on their friends.”

What They Think About the Most: Friends/potential friends, food & drink, adventuring/travelling, their mysterious past

What They Think About Before Bed: “Where should Ausos go tomorrow? What should Ausos  do tomorrow? Who should Ausos visit? What should Ausos eat?”

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: They actually don’t think very highly of themselves so lmfao. If anything, they like to think they can be helpful to other people sometimes, and that’s nice.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group interactions: Ausos loves group interactions-- the more people/friends the better! Though Ausos is perfectly fine in one on one interactions too. 

To be Feared or Respected: Ausos would much rather be Respected by their peers or by people at large. Ausos doesn’t want to inspire fear in anyone, that’s one of the last things they want, ever. Ausos wants to make friends, and you can’t make true  friends through fear/ 

Beauty, Brains or Brawn?: Ausos could subjectively have the first, definitely has the last, but the middle, Brains, is where they struggle. Ausos isn’t a moron, but their intelligence ranks at average, and they have far more “below” average moments than they do “above” average ones. Please don’t let this pokemon think too hard,

Dogs or Cats: Ausos loves all creates, how dare you make them try to pick just one. 

LAYER FIVE: DO THEY?

Lie: Ausos lies about as much as the average person or pokemon does, though when it comes to serious situations they more often opt to speaking the truth.

Have scars/birthmarks: Thanks to their regeneration abilities, Ausos has no scars, and likely never will. Ausos has perfect skin, be jealous.

Believe in Themselves: Not at all really. Ausos has a very small degree of belief in themselves, but they will act like confident and pretend that they do. 

Believe in Love: Ausos definitely believes in love, both platonic and romantic, but they have far more experience with the former as opposed to the latter.

Want Someone:  In the romantic sense? Ausos could go without-- they aren’t opposed to the idea of something happens, but they can live without another “partner”. Ausos does want friends, though, as many friends as they can have.

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: Nope, but they would certainly like the idea of being on stage. Being a lover of music, and of singing, they sometimes dream of putting on a show for hordes of pokemon or humans. Godspeed to that audience if that ever happens, though....

Done Drugs: Ausos likes to drink human alcohol but they don’t ever get drunk so, is it really a drug then? To them? I don’t think so.

Changed Who They Were to Fit In: Ausos, as far as they know, has always been Ausos, no more, no less. Ausos might try to contain themselves a bit when interacting with new people, but overall they are a very unfiltered being and they always will be. 

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Gold, purple, black, pink,blue.

Favorite Music: Ausos enjoys most types of music, but they are very fond of the human music genres of synthwave, amd vaporwave. Rock music and it’s associated genre’s are also very interesting to Ausos. 

Favorite Drink: Ausos is a big fan of human alcohol, but besides that, they have a bad habit of indulging in soft drinks and just sugary drinks in general. 

Favorite Food: Sweets of all kinds occupy the forefront of Ausos eating habits, but when it comes to actual food, they are big on hotdogs, and hamburgers. Ausos has a horrible diet, someone really needs to regulate them. 

Favorite Sport: Ausos loves watching the  Pokéathlon, and one day wants to participate themselves, actually.

Favorite Season: Ausos prefers the winter, if only because its the most similar they can get to the conditions they felt while in space-- i.e, the extreme cold (though its really not extreme to them).

Favorite Holiday:  Christmas. Ausos loves the idea of getting presents for their friends or for people in general, to make them happy. Ausos also loves getting presents. 

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: Ausos knows nothing about their birthday. Ausos has never even celebrated their birthday. Kind of hard to pinpoint when one’s birthday is when you’re a glorified space virus that got mutated by a laser over 20,000 years ago, and has been dormant for the past 19,000 or something years with most of their memory wiped ):

Age They Lost Their Virginity: Excuse you Ausos isn’t that kind of Pokemon. Though if they did lose it, they don’t remember, and it was probably 20,000+ years ago, anyway.

LAYER NINE: IN A POTENTIAL PARTNER (ROMANTIC OR OTHERWISE) THEY LOOK FOR

Best Personality: Loyalty, good morals, not being mean, that’s it really. 

Best Eye Color: Ausos doesn’t care.

Best Hair Color: Ausos doesn’t care 

Best thing to do With a Partner: Fun situations that result in lots of laughter, or close, intimate things, like hugs, or cuddling.

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

They love: their friends // food // space

They hate: mean people // people who hurt their friends // people who hurt other people/pokemon out of malice

They feel: warm, curious, brave

They hide: some things, but they try not to.

They miss: thing’s they can barely remember. 

They wish: to do good by their friends and/or trainer.

tagged by: look what i stole from one of my old blogs, again tagging: YOU, say you stole it from me, or w/e

#;headcanon tba; #;falling through space and time (DASH MEMES); #//this is like 10 different small headcanons smashed into one KHJSDFHJK #//or more actually. but good content

[blackpinkreign]

Late Nights 🌘

Jisoo x Female Reader

Prompt: Jisoo and you decide to grab some late night snacks

May be trash it’s unedited so read at your own discretion

The sound of loud whispers caused you to wake up. Rolling over you spot your girlfriends side of the bed was empty. You read the bright numbers on the alarm clock sitting the night stand and see it reads 10:45 pm. The last thing you remember is that Jisoo and you had been watching a movie until you both fell asleep. After debating on whether or not to leave the warm bed to find your girlfriend you muster up the energy to get up.

You shuffle to the closet grabbing a hoodie to salvage any warmth you had left before making your way to the living room. Walking down the hall the whispers grow clearer and you can tell she’s talking to Dalgom.

As you round the corner you see her and her dog snuggled up together on the couch too preoccupied with their conversation to pay attention to whatever was playing on the TV. You hear her tell him she’s hungry amd asking if he’s hungry too. You can’t help the smile now growing on your face.

You let out a fake cough to get her attention which causes her to jump a little. “Y/N!!!” She yells while clutching her chest. “You scared me!”. Too busy laughing you fail to notice the pillow flying straight towards your head. It smashes into your face before landing on the floor causing Jisoo to laugh.

“Payback is only fair” she says before flashing you an innocent smile. Remembering her and Dalgom’s conversation you ask if she wants you to order or make her anything. You assumed she’d want chicken like usual instead she has another idea for tonight.

After getting dressed you head towards the nearest convenience store for late night snacks. Jisoo claimed she wasn’t hungry enough to eat a real meal instead wanting some chips and sweets. A gust of wind sends shivers down Jisoo’s spine causing her to unconsciously take your hand pulling herself closer to you. Not long after you finally reach the 7-11 greeted with warm air as you make your way through the doors.

Jisoo immediately drags you to the candy aisle grabbing both yours and her favorites tossing them into the basket. Making your way through the store until the basket is too full to add anything else you head to the register. After spending more than your proud to say you leave one hand full of bags the other still linked together with your girlfriends.

The walk home consisted of you two trying to decide what to watch when you get back home until you stumble across a park barely lit by the streetlights. “Y/N!! Can we go? Please? Just for a couple of minutes I swear.” Jisoo pleads and there’s no way you could say no to her. “Fine just a few minutes I’m getting cold.” You say nodding. She jumps up and down in joy before running off to the swings. You place your bags near a bench before joining her.

“I feel like I’m flying when I close my eyes” you turn to see her leaned back with her eyes closed as she swings back and forth. You watch her before doing the same. She was right you felt as though you were going to take off into the sky if you let go.

A drop of rain lands on Jisoo’s forehead making her jolt up. It wasn’t long before more rain followed ending your time at the park. You grabbed the bags while Jisoo grabs your free hand as the both of you fast walk back home hoping to miss the worst of the rain. Right as you’re get closer to your street the rain starts coming down faster causing you both to scream a little as your clothes and hair begin getting more soaked. You both run as fast as you can not stopping until you’re at your apartment door hurrily trying to unlock the door.

Jisoo’s laughter fills the apartment as she takes off her shoes running to the bedroom likely to change into dry clothes. While she does that you set up all the snacks and drinks on the coffee table and get Netflix ready to go. She comes back out on some sweats and one of your hoodies hopping with Dalgom in her arms.

“Your turn” she tells you giving you a quick peck before hopping onto the couch. “Alright pick a movie or show I’ll be back in a few minutes” you say rushing to the room. After you’re done you grab a blanket from the closet and join your girlfriend. Jisoo scoots closer under the blanket until she’s pressed to your side resting her head on you shoulder before pressing play. You watch Jisoo as she focuses in on the movie absentmindedly bring her chip to her mouth looking at her you’re reminded of how much you love her and everything about her. Staring at her you saw Dalgom sneakily steal the chip from her hand Jisoo just stares in disbelief. The look on her fakes makes your laugh she crosses her arms acting offends which makes you laugh more. You give her a quick kiss to make up then turn your attention to the movie playing on the TV feeling content with everything.

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