#cry??? laugh??? smile??? lose it??? cook and clean??? bark??

[junityy]

this picture of kevin is very personal to me now

also these pictures of chanhee. ill literally scream

i could go on and on with chanhee how the FUCK is this man real LOOK AT HIM???? AND TELL ME HE ISNT ONE OF THE PRETTIEST HUMAN BEINGS YOUVE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE???? STOP ITS 11PM I WILL LOSE MY SHITJSJDBD

BLACK HAIR CHANHEE SUPREMACY !!!!

#not to flex but my taste is so sexy god #rawr #LOOK AT THEM IM GONNA #IM GONNA FUCKING LOSE IT #tw cursing #theres just something about them #that makes me wanna #cry??? laugh??? smile??? lose it??? cook and clean??? bark?? #ㅡ chanhee <3 #ㅡ kev <3 #🦋 liz talks

[babymetaldoll]

So happy together (Spencer Reid / Reader)

Summary: Spencer bumps into an old annoying classmate, who brags about his perfect family, and Reader decides to pretend to be Spencer’s wife to shut him up.   

Warnings: As fluffy as you can get 

Word count: 2,3K

Part II

Masterlist 

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It wasn’t strange that Spencer and (Y/N) spent their free time together when they weren’t on a case. Their job at the BAU left them just a few weekends off, and though they were all day on each other’s faces at work, they loved going out whenever the opportunity arose. 

It might have been related to the fact they were best friends. 

Also to the fact they were in love, but neither of them had still said a word about it. 

Years had passed. Years. Morgan and Penelope were going nuts waiting for them to confess their feelings, but though they had literally pushed them together - once they were “accidentally” locked in a supply closet of the BAU for two hours- nothing had happened yet. 

Even Hotch was annoyed. He was happy Spencer had someone he loved around him, but all Aaron wanted to tell him was: 

- “You have to act on your feelings before it’s too late, ‘cos you never know what will happen tomorrow, not just in this job, but in life. Take what makes you happy and keep it close”. 

Of course, the day he tried to talk to Reid, all Hotch managed to say was: “Tell (Y/N) wheels up in thirty” and that was it, but he was planning on giving the kid a speech about love, as soon as he got a chance. 

Then again, when did he have time to do anything besides work? 

It was Saturday, and Spencer was taking a calm walk in a park with (Y/N). She had promised Mrs. Sanders from 307B she was going to take Lizzy - her five years old corgi - out to play for a while, ‘cos it was making the old woman insane. Mrs. Sanders was the only neighbor (Y/N) actually talked to…. mostly ‘cos she was never long enough in her house to meet the rest of them. (Y/N) took her dog for walks as often as she could, and the old lady always baked her brownies and cookies for her “and her boyfriend”

- “Your boyfriend is too skinny, take him these and tell him you made them for him, men love when a woman cooks for them”- the old lady smiled and gave (Y/N) a tray with freshly made cookies- “And tell him to cut his hair, he looks scruffy”.

(Y/N) never told her otherwise, a part of her loved the idea of Spencer being her boyfriend…. and besides, it would be rude to break an old woman’s heart. Right? 

- “Do you want an ice cream?”- Reid asked her and took her from her thoughts. 

- “Yes! I need sugar ‘cos I’m so tired I’m gonna fall asleep standing here”- Lizzy barked at them and left her ball on the ground- “You on the other hand, never get tired, do you?”- the young woman threw the ball.

- “Go fetch, baby!!”

Spencer walked to the ice cream truck and got her a chocolate chip cookie dough cone - he didn’t even need to ask- and a mint chocolate chip for himself. He stared at her playing with Lizzy and for a second, he imagined she was actually his girlfriend, and they were spending their day off together, walking their dog, eating ice cream, holding hands. It was perfect in his mind. 

- “Here”- he gave her her cone and smiled. (Y/N) was about to thank him when a stranger’s voice stopped her. 

- “Spencer!! long time no see! how are you?”- a man stood next to them, he was maybe five years older than them, tall, good looking, he was carrying a little girl in his arms, and holding a woman’s hand tight. She was pregnant and smiling happily. It was the portrait of a perfect family. 

- “Carl, hey, hello, how are you?”- Reid was surprised to see him, it had been years since he had seen his old classmate, and he could have lived a long happy life if he hadn’t seen him again. 

Carl wasn’t really nice. He wasn’t mean, or a bully, or anything like that. He was just… an asshole sometimes. He was always bragging about everything he had: grades, cars, girls, anything you might think of. Spencer always thought it was because he needed to be validated over and over again as an alfa male, which wasn’t really his problem. But still, after hearing him for years when he was younger, Reid had enough of him. 

- “It’s so weird to find you here, I thought you would still have your nose buried in books like you always did on weekends!”- Carl laughed at his own joke, and Reid just nodded, with an awkward smile. 

- “No, I… sometimes I go out now”- that was all he managed to say

- “This is my wife, Andrea, and our little angel, Anna, she is three… and Carl Jr is on his way”

- “Nice to meet you”- Spencer waved and couldn’t even introduce (Y/N), ‘cos Carl continued talking. 

- “Can you believe I got married? I always said I was never going to settle down and here I am! with a happy family! you should come and visit us! We just bought this fantastic house outside town, with a big yard and lots of space for the kids to run and play!”

(Y/N) stared at Carl and bit her tongue. She had heard about him a lot in the last few years. Spencer told her all about the classmate who kept telling him about the dates he had with the girls he wanted to ask out. And all the fun he had at the parties he wasn’t invited to. And how he managed to always make him feel smaller, though he didn’t actually mean to. Sometimes people can’t help being assholes. 

- “And who is your friend?”- the assumption (Y/N) was his friend and not his girlfriend (although it was actually accurate, that was another problem) made Reid’s blood boil. Why couldn’t he have a pretty girlfriend too? 

- “Hi! I’m (Y/N), Spencer’s wife”- she waved and smiled- “Sorry I can’t shake your hand”- she added and showed them the dog toy she was holding, and the ice cream cone.

- “Come here Lizzy! come here!”- the dog sat next to her and (Y/N) pet her sweetly. 

- “Wife! man! I never thought you had it in you”- Carl didn’t realize he was an ass, he didn’t mean to, but that didn’t stop him.  

Spencer just smiled, and in what seemed to be the boldest move he had ever made, he wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s waist and moved her a little closer to him. 

- “Yes, we’ve been married for two years already”- she added, resting her head against his arm, feeling her stomach tighten. Spencer’s perfume was all around her, and she loved it. Besides, the fact he was now holding her close was killing her. Literally, she could feel she was about to have a heart attack, and it was completely worth it. It took her a few seconds to realize her ice cream was melting in her hands. 

- “Shit!”- she jumped and moved from her “husband” to clean herself. 

- “Here”- Carl’s wife handed her some baby wipes and looked at her hands for a second- “Did you lose your ring?”- shit, Andrea was nosy and annoying, just like her hubby.

- “I usually won’t wear it playing with the dog, or at work”- lies came out of (Y/N)’s lips as easy as breathing- “You know… we are both FBI, and you don’t know when someone might actually take advantage of any kind of information they have about you”

- “FBI? you?”- Spencer looked at Carl and sighed. Right, he wasn’t done teasing him yet. 

- “Yes, I’ve been working at the BAU for the last couple of years, profiling serial killers”- Reid made it sound like it wasn’t a big deal, and (Y/N) decided it was time to brag a little. 

- “Honey, don’t be so modest, you are the best profiler, we are the only team with a Doctor in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering”- and Reid blushed- “Besides, you joined the FBI when you were 22 years old”- (Y/N) smiled and looked at Carl- “Did you know he is the youngest SSA the bureau had ever have? there was no psychological exam or test the FBI could put in front of him he could not ace inside of an hour”  

Carl looked at Reid and nodded, trying to find something to say. 

- “That’s great, I’ve got my own law firm by the way, in case you ever get in trouble”- he joked and looked at (Y/N)- “Or in case you want to divorce him ‘cos he ignores you over books”

- “I could never! did you know he has saved around 352 lives in the last two years? he actually got the FBI Medal for Meritorious Achievement a few months ago… I am so proud”- (Y/N) leaned in and kissed Spencer’s cheek. He looked at her blushing and just smiled. 

- “You look adorable”- Andrea finally said- “It’s like you just started dating!” 

- “Well, we have to go”- Carl didn’t manage being overshadowed very well- “It was very nice to see you, Spencer” 

- “Same! take care, nice to meet you, Andrea”- Reid waved and smiled. (Y/N) did the same and kept eating her ice cream. 

- “I hate him”- she whispered as soon as they were far enough not to listen- “I’m so glad we didn’t invite them to our wedding”- Reid laughed and shook his head

- “You didn’t have to do that”

- “Nah, I wanted to”- she really did- “He was being a jerk, just like you told me he was” 

- “He doesn’t mean to… I think” 

- “Well, he got what he deserved”- (Y/N) felt Spencer’s eyes on her, looking at her in adoration. 

- “Thank you, buttercup”- and she giggled

- “You are very welcome, honey bunny…”- and the silence seemed to last for ages until Lizzy started barking. 

(Y/N) smiled and looked away from him, knowing she was blushing. She really loved that nickname, and he didn’t call her by it as often as she would like. She grabbed the dog toy from the ground and threw it to Lizzy, who ran immediately.

- “Mrs. Sanders made you cookies”- she said after a few minutes- “But she said I had to tell you I baked them for you, ‘cos that what’s girlfriend’s do to get men’s hearts”- Reid’s cheeks were still red, and those words didn’t make it better- “But considering we are already married, I guess I don’t have to do that anymore”. 

They both laughed and then, stayed quiet again. Reid could hear Rossi’s voice yelling in the back of his head “Ask the girl out, for crying out loud”, but he couldn’t even open his mouth, petrified. 

(Y/N) finished her ice cream, watching Lizzy playing with other dogs, and sighed. They were standing side by side, both looking ahead. 

- “We should head back”

- “Doyouwannagooutwithme?”

The slur of words was so fast, not even Spencer understood what he had just said. But (Y/N) did. She stood next to him feeling her knees shaking, as well as her hands. It had happened. It had finally happened. In her head, she was screaming “YES, OF COURSE I WANT TO”, but her lips weren’t moving, and Reid was starting to panic. Maybe Morgan was wrong, and (Y/N) did like him that way. Maybe he had just ruined the best friendship he had ever had. Shit! what had he done. 

- “I mean, I understand if you…”- but she didn’t let him finish 

- “Yes, I do”- that was really all she could process. And he didn’t know what to say next. There was no random fact to kill the silence, they would always have a lot to talk about, but that time they were speechless. 

- “Tomorrow?”- he managed to whisper

- “Ok”- she nodded as the two of them kept looking at Lizzy 

 - “I’ll pick you up for dinner”- Spencer’s voice was so soft he was scared it was going to shake and embarrass him  (he was already embarrassed, but he didn’t want to make it worst). 

- “Sounds good”- (Y/N) slowly turned her head and looked at him, nearly holding her breath. Her best friend finally asked her out. The best friend she had been in love with for years had just asked her out on a date. And all she managed to say was: 

- “So… do you want a cookie?”

- “Sure…”- he nodded and smiled. (Y/N) called Lizzy and put on her leash. Gave Spencer the paper bag with homemade cookies she carried in her purse and smiled.

.

- “Did you know Christmas cookies date back to Medieval Europe?”- and there it was, Spencer’s random fact of the day, just on time to kill the silence when they were about to reach (Y/N)’s apartment. 

- “Really?”

- “Yeah, the traditional Christmas flavors, like cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger, became very popular, and those are exactly the same spices medieval cooks would have used in their cookies ages ago”

- “I love Christmas cookies”

- “I know”- he smiled and looked at her- You bake them all year long 

- “I can’t help it, they are too good”- she giggled and stood outside her building door. They just stared and smiled, Lizzy trying to get (Y/N)’s attention rubbing her head against her leg. 

- “I’ll see you tomorrow then”- Spencer blushed at the hint of their date and (Y/N) nodded

- “See you tomorrow”- and neither of them moved. Lizzy barked again and forced (Y/N) to wave and open the door. Spencer just stood there for a second, staring at the empty space in front of him where (Y/N) was standing a few seconds ago, and suddenly, it all sank in.

- “What the fuck did I just do?” 

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[ren1327]

Sweater Weather Ch.7

Ben sipped the caldo slowly, enjoying the slight spiciness that seemed to warm him from inside out.

“This is really good.” He said and Carmen smiled.

Bumpy barked from beside him, eating some dogfood mixed with shredded chicken and broth from their soup.

“Kenji, I had no idea you could cook so well.” He praised.

Kenji blushed and smiled.

“I’m so glad you’re not actually sick!” Carmen said. “Now I can be as loud as I want!”

“Carm…”

“It’s fine, Kenji. Let her hang lose before we meet at the hotel.” Ben said, sipping his atole.

“You really like that.” Kenji remarked.

“It’s a corn drink. A corn drink.” Ben said. “With chocolate.”

“I still can’t believe you’ve never had a real tamale.” Carmen said. “Mama is gonna freak. We always make a bunch for New Year’s.”

“Like an assembly line.” Kenji said.

“Dad. Hates it.” Carmen said. “Doesn’t like sticky things, but he’s always on masa duty since his spreads are always so even.”

“He gotta work for his food.” Kenji said. “He eats the most aside from your truly.”

“How are you not overweight?” Ben asked, raising a brow.

“Fast metabolism plus weights and swimming.”

“Perfect body.” Ben scoffed. “Even have the perfect shape for a swimmer.”

Kenji blushed. “So, yeah! I can eat like, a dozen tamales myself!”

“I wish I could see it.” Ben said.

“Y’know Ben…” Carmen said with a smile. “You could stay past New Year’s.”

“I mean, I could, I don’t have much to do but stay on top of classes.” He said with a blush.

“So it’s settled!”

“What’s settled?” Ben asked.

“Carmen.” Kenji started before she hopped up and took hers and Bumpy’s empty bowels.

“Gonna walk Bumpy and go shower!” She called and Kenji sighed as Ben finished his rice.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I really like her and…” Ben shrugged. “I could stay.”

“Ben, you don’t have to feel—”

“I like it. I like your family and I like yo—” He snapped his mouth close. “I…”

Kenji walked around the table to kiss Ben’s cheek. “I like you too.”

“This doesn’t fix anything.” He said coyly, gently pushing him back as he stood.

“No, of course not.” Kenji said and hugged him close. “Sorry!”

He pulled away.

“I…”

“I’m not fragile, Kenji.” Ben said.

“But still, I use to shove you and your ex…”

“Is long gone.” Ben said. “But on the subject of exes?”

Kenji sighed. “Let me clean the dishes fist, okay?”

“Alright. Want me to wait in the living room?”

“Yeah. I’ll be there soon.” Kenji said and left him at the table.

 *

 Ben was poking at the fireplace when Kenji came in, the flames high and warming the room.

“Nice.” Kenji said. “I can never get it going.”

Ben smiled and sat on the sofa; Kenji next to him.

“So?” Ben asked.

“Right to it.” Kenji said with a grimace. “Okay. So…what do you want to know?”

“Brooklynn. What happened between you two?”

“Nothing.” Kenji said. “And I mean it how I say it. There was nothing.”

Ben blinked up at him.

“I really liked her, at first. We were more popular and well liked and we both thought we were attractive and…I did like her. We went out and for me…I just wanted a girlfriend to say I wasn’t single. Birthdays, holidays and just little anniversaries were fine and cute. And I liked things like kissing and being held but then, on our one year…she said I love you.” He stared at the fire. “And I couldn’t say it back.”

He closed his eyes and say her. Young and smiling, her green eyes widening as she realized he wasn’t answering.

“It’s okay.” She said. “You don’t have to say it yet.”

“And then we had sex. We were each other’s first and to me it was like ticking a box of things I had done and she said it again and I…I lied to her.” Kenji whispered. “I think she could tell. But she couldn’t handle it. She kept smiling and hugging and kissing me. She would tell me everything and we would talk but I never really…I never opened myself like she did.”

 “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“…okay. What do you want for dinner?”

 “Our second anniversary came up and she wanted us to get our own place together and go to the same university…I didn’t.”

 “Why don’t you want to go with me? They have an athletics department. Or engineering…whatever you chose, I’m sure they would have something for you to work on your career.”

“I don’t want to leave Carmen.”

“Okay. But if we go t Hammond U together, we could get our own place a-and maybe—”

“Brooklynn, I don’t want to go to Hammond U.” Kenji snapped. “Please stop asking me.”

“Kenji, I want to go!”

“Then go!” He yelled. “We have cell phones, and I can go visit! Why is this such a big deal?”

“…We’ve been a couple for two years. Don’t you want to be with me?” She asked. “Don’t you want to get married and have a family after all this?”

Kenji bit his lip and swallowed.

“Oh my god…You…you settled with me. You don’t love me; you love having a girlfriend!” She yelled, face red, too red around the cheeks. “I can’t believe…”

“Brooklynn, I do care about you—”

“Do you want to marry me?” She asked, eyes filling with tears. “Because I want to marry you.”

“I…I don’t know…”

“Kenji, why are you with me if you don’t want a future with me?” She asked and he couldn’t answer.

“I’m sorry…” He said, feeling like she was the wrong height, her face too sharp, her eyes too green. She wasn’t who he wanted to wake up next to. And she could see it in his face.

“No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was so desperate to be with you, I never cared about myself. Well, I know better. You will never love me. Not how I love you.”

She sobbed and took off her rings, the necklace he got her for her birthday and her charm bracelet.

“No, keep them—” Kenji begged.

“I don’t need things!” She yelled. “I needed…I needed a boyfriend. Get out of my apartment.”

Kenji took them with shaking hands.

“I’m sorry—”

“Get out!!” She yelled.

 “And I left…” Kenji said. “I grabbed my things and drove to the airport. I was going to go back to Seattle and settle in the cabin for a bit, but I just chose the next flight out of Cali. And I ended up in India. Took out as much cash as I could carry safely and found one of those spiritual retreats all those people with mid life crisis take. I didn’t take it seriously enough and so I bummed around a community of hipsters from the US. Did some work there, ran out of money, used the last to get home after four months of ignoring everything around me.”

“And now?” Ben asked.

“I…” Kenji’s voice cracked, and he chuckled, tears gathering as he licked his lips and looked into the flames. “I don’t like…me.”

Ben turned to him as Kenji used his shirt collar to wipe his face.

“I don’t like who I was, who I am. I just…I hurt everyone. I hurt you, I hurt Brooklyn and being away from Carmen hurt her too and I…” He sniffed. “I don’t know how to fix me, so I don’t hurt anyone again.”

“I think you’re doing pretty great right now.” Ben said and Kenji scoffed.

“It took balls to come back and come see your family and admit what you did.” Ben said. “Being honest is one of the bravest first steps someone can take with themselves.”

“So says the fake boyfriend.”

“So says the real friend.” Ben retorted and took Kenji’s jaw in his hands. “I am your friend Kenji. And I hated who you were, but…I really like who you’re becoming.”

“And who am I becoming?” Kenji whispered.

“Real.” Ben said and hugged him tightly. “Now cry it out.”

Kenji sniffed. “I’m gonna snot up your shirt.”

“I can steal one of yours.” Ben said and Kenji laughed.

“It’s okay, Kenji.” Ben said. “You can become better.”

“Thank you.” Kenji whispered and sobbed.  “Thank you.”

 *

 Kenji drank down the last of his water, his eyes puffy and red as Ben came back in one of his old sweaters.

“How are you feeling?” Ben asked.

“Like my head is full of buzzing bees.”

“You cried a lot. Food can help.” Ben said.

“Dessert is in the fridge. The chocolate in the ceramic bowls.”

“Okay.” Ben said and left, only to return with two bowls and two spoons, both with a heavy amount of whipped cream on top.

“Carmen must have gotten to them earlier.” Kenji said, noting how stiff the whipped cream looked.

“Pudding?”

“More of a chocolate custard. Pots de Crème. Made with Mexican chocolate.” Kenji said.

“How are you not a chef?” Ben asked.

“Don’t like being told what to do.” Kenji said.

“Not true. I boss you around plenty.” Ben joked. “But for now, I suppose I can cater to you. What do you want right now?”

“Feed me chocolate and tell me I’m pretty?” Kenji asked and Ben burst out laughing.

Kenji sat up and took a bowl.

“What would you do, if you could do anything?” Ben asked with a smile.

“Anything?” Kenji asked. “Geeze…um…I don’t know. What could I do with my limited repertoire?”

“Model.” Ben said with a shrug. “Cook. Um, maybe be an interpreter. Or even an actor.”

“Really settling in my looks.” Kenji teased.

“They’re good looks.” Ben said.

“Thank you, but these are only for my fake boyfriend—”

“Oh my gosh, this is so good!” Ben exclaimed around a mouth of custard.

“Uh…it is?” Kenji asked. “I mean, of course it is!”

“Kenji, you have a gift.” Ben said as he took another bite.

“Well, if your bookstore has a café, I can…can always help out there.” Kenji said with a blush.

Ben looked up at him with wide eyes and Kenji felt his heart hit his ribs.

“You would…you would be okay working with me?” Ben asked.

“Yeah. I could observe too. Maybe we could make the back area a café and have the study rooms and computer lab area around there too.” Kenji said.

“Y-Yeah!” Ben said. “The front desk could be a resource area too.”

“Lots of pamphlets!”

“Yeah, and if possible, we can have an open area in the back. Like a community garden.”

“I think maybe a small area with benches and a fountain?” Kenji asked. “We could get another  area or build a small kitchen and indoor dining area. I was thinking two stories, but I think I saw a building with some land near downtown San Antonio—”

“San Antonio?” Ben asked.

“Unless you want to stay in Cali.”

“No, it’s just…I thought you’d be more okay with being in Cali.” Ben said.

“You want San Antonio.” Kenji said. “So I can settle there since we have a little place there too. The downtown area would be best anyway. And I know there’s more kids who need help there.”

Ben smiled and took another bite. “Settle?”

“Settle with the house. I want to work with you, Ben. I want to help the kids who are hurting. Maybe we could help the ones who hurt them too.” Kenji said.

“I think that’s a great idea.” Ben said and put his empty bowl on the side table.

Kenji put his own bowl down and smiled, pulling the other close, Ben resting his head on Kenji’s shoulder.

“And would you settle with someone?”

“No. I’d date someone I know I could love.”

“And how could you tell?” Ben asked.

“Can’t you?” He asked and Ben blushed when he placed a hand on Kenji’s chest, feeling the thud of his heart.

Ben looked up at him and Kenji’s eyes met his. He pulled Ben into another kiss, the smaller man climbing onto his lap and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Kenji pulled away and rested his forehead against Ben’s before chuckling.

“What?” Ben asked.

“You taste like chocolate.” Kenji said and kissed him quickly.

Ben laughed and laid his head on Kenji’s shoulder. “I don’t want to be angry anymore.”

“I don’t either.” Kenji said. “Hey, Ben?”

“Yeah?”

“I like you, date me?” Kenji asked.

Ben pulled away, face pink with his blush. “I... you…”

He laughed and covered his mouth.

“Okay. Okay.” He said. “I like you too, Kenji. Let’s do it. Let’s date.”

“And?” Kenji asked.

Ben rolled his eyes. “Maybe we can be boyfriends.”

“Yes!” Kenji said, pumping his fist.

“You’re such a dork.”

“You like this dork.”

“I do.” Ben said with a laugh and kissed Kenji again.

#jw sweater weather #kenji x ben #kenben #kenjamin #wildcity #japanese-mexican kenji #let me have this #thank you guys so much #camp cretaceous sweater weather #camp cretaceous fanfic

[eugenesmorphine]

Can i request something with Babe? Maybe something with cuddles and hugs from behind and just domestic cuteness in general? Thanks

Bad Days to Better Days / Edward ‘Babe’ Heffron Imagine

AN: Recently, I have been feeling really shitty and that my writing isn’t all that good. But here I am, back from the writing grave. So I worked really, really hard on this, and I hope you enjoy anon. :)

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @hihosilvers @floydtab @punkgeekchic @adamantiumdragonfly

Words: 4,017

 I blew a strand of hair out of my face as I struggled carrying the large paper bags filled with groceries that filled my arms. Huffing as I stomped along the rain filled streets of Philly, my pumps going straight into a huge muddy puddle. Causing the muddy rain water to splash up my legs and right onto my new blue dress that I had just bought. I mean, it was already soaked from the downpour of rain that randomly came out onto the day. But I already knew as soon as I looked down at the bottom of the dress and the mud was all over it. Covering most of the white lace that was on the trim, that is wasn't going to come out easy. I dropped my head in defeat, my now wet mop of a head of hair flopping over. I picked my head up quickly and just sighed heavily. I was too drained to be too upset now. All I needed to do was just get home, change, and make dinner. Let's just hope I could get home in one piece first.

  Of course, today just didn't go to plan. Just like the past couple of days.. It all started with me almost getting fired in the beginning of the week, that being Tuesday. I had woken up just a few minutes late, not a big deal. That was until I managed to dump scorching hot coffee all over my legs when trying to pour myself a cup of hot coffee to start my morning. Leaving mostly first degree, and maybe some second degree, burns that stung all over my legs. Which took about thirty minutes out of my morning, sitting on the counter with cold washcloths that covered my legs. Then another thirty minutes or forty five minutes getting ready, trying my absolute best to ignore the immense pain that shot through my legs. But, in the end, I showed up to work an hour late. And after getting torn a new ass by my boss and almost losing my job, I was able to keep my job and finish my work day. 

 Wednesday. It was my day off. My husband Edward was out looking for a job since he had returned from Europe not too long ago. So I was home alone with the puppy I had bought for him as a welcome home present. A small Golden Retriever by the name of Cash. A ball of energy and full of pure joy. It was a beautiful day outside and it was just me and Cash all day. So, in hopes of cheering myself up from the day before, maybe bringing cash on a walk down to the park and back in the beautiful weather would be nice, right?

  Nope. Very, very wrong.

  In the beginning of the walk, it was nice and calm. I was taking in the warmth of the sun as it beat down on my skin. The cool breeze that was combing through my hair. It was nice. My sweet Golden Retriever puppy pranced down the street on his leash happily. Like I stated before, nice and calm.

  That was until he saw a squirrel. And like a flash of lightening, Cash sprinted towards it. And with the force he ran at caused the leash to be yanked from my grip. And off the canine went. After the gray rodent with the fluffy tail. You would never think an animal of such a small size running so goddamn fast. I sprinted after him, dodging people as they cursed at me since I bumped into them. My heels clicking harshly onto the sidewalk concrete as I went blocks for blocks it seemed like chasing after Cash. He wasn't even running after the damn squirrel anymore! He was just running!

  It took me a good twenty minutes to catch the golden dog. Out of breath, now dripping sweat. I know, how pretty. I scooped up the canine in my arms, huffing as I began my trek back to my house with a fifteen pound Golden Retriever puppy in my hands. Which took another twenty minutes to get back home. 

  When I walked through the door, there stood my redheaded husband. Looking at my now disheveled and drained self. A small smile cracked on his lips as he eyed me up and down. Cash jumped from my arms and ran to Edward and began barking happily. How in the absolute hell did that dog have any energy left?! Ed just looked at my distraught face and just  chuckled. I just slammed the leash down and called it a quits for the day.

   And here it was today. Thursday. I went grocery shopping early in the morning whilst Mr. Heffron got some extra sleep since he had trouble with sleeping the night before. It wasn't bad outside, it was actually quite nice out. Around seventy degrees outside and the sun was out. I had gotten to the grocery store and all was well within the store. It was when I walked out and realized it was raining complete cats and dogs. And my arms were filled with bags of groceries. With no umbrella.

   It was a rough walk home and when I opened the door, Edward was leaning against the kitchen counter. A cup of coffee in his hands. "Hey, Y/N," he spoke, a smile on his lips. I looked at him, my entire body dripping from the harsh downpour of the rain. I panted softly as I kicked off my heels to the side and trudged towards the dining room table. Dropping the bags of assorted groceries onto the table and dragging my feet to my bedroom. Walking past my kind of oblivious husband and making my way to our bedroom. Not even bothering to shut the door.

   A loud sigh escaped my lips as I began peeling off my soaked and muddy dress, tossing it down on the ground. Throwing my head back and groaning loudly. That is when I felt hand hit my waist and a pair of lips hitting my neck. I smiled slightly. 

  "I turned the shower on for you, want me to make dinner tonight?" Babe asked. A chuckle left me lips as I turned to face him. 

  "As long as you don't nearly burn down the kitchen this time," I pressed a kiss to his lips and looked at he smiled down at me. Even if I had the worst days, one kiss from this man and I could feel the stress melt away from my bones. 

  "You got it, darling," he winked as I scoffed jokingly. I slapped his arm playfully when I felt a hand on my bottom. He laughed as I turned around , walking towards the bathroom, shaking my head slightly.

///

   Boy, when I tell you that hoping into that hot shower felt absolutely amazing. Just letting the water run off over by body. Being able to just take my time. Letting the steam of the hot water surround me. Taking me into my own world of relaxation. The aching in my bones seemed to cease for a moment. Sighs of relief floating up and being mixed in with the sounds of the shower pouring out water. It felt like a little bit of heaven on my skin after such a stressful couple of days. 

  I reached down and turned the knob to turn of thee shower. Wiping my eyes clear of the water, going to wipe the rest of my face, Opening my eyes and taking a deep breath. I smiled softly as I exhaled. Now feeling so refreshed, awake, and definitely not as stressed. I ran my hands over my hair, the excess water slipping down and hitting the bottom of the tub. I rang out the rest of my hair, twisting it and letting it untwist.

   I pulled back the shower curtain, grabbing my towel as I stepped out onto the bathmat. Humming while wrapping the towel around my body. And all of a sudden, a loud ringing started off around the entire home. My head shot up as I quickly realized what the loud ringing was. 

 The fire alarm.

 Without thinking my mind went to the thought of: 'Is Edward okay?' And I slammed the bathroom door open. My feet still soaked as they padded against our wooden floor quickly as I ran all the way into the kitchen. Only in my towel and the rest of my hair and body still dripping wet. 

  When I finally reached the kitchen, I could feel the adrenaline course through my veins. I looked over where the stove was. There he stood, within a cloud of thick black spoke that poured up from a frying pan. "Edward!" I shouted. My eyes landed on the flames that were beginning to grow from the piece of cooking equipment. Oh god. He is going to burn the house down!

   I ran over, pushing him out of the cloud of smoke, hearing him gasp for fresh air and began coughing. Picking up the frying pan and throwing it in the sink and rushing to turn on the faucet. My eyes darting over to see my Edward. He was staring at me, the look of disappointment in his eyes, clear sadness. Ever since he had gotten home from the war, doing things like cooking, cleaning, or other domestic things he was good at before he left, just weren't the same. I never blamed him though, he hasn't gotten around to telling me what he had seen yet, and sometimes I think that I don't even want to know. Hearing him awake from his nightmares night after night, watching him have crying fits, and times like now where he can't function like he used to. Hell, even celebrating Christmas was difficult for him. One thought remained in my mind: 'What has he seen to make him almost a completely different person in just a few years?'  

  The pan eventually stopped smoking and I quickly opened a window. Using a dish towel, trying to blow the smoke out of the windows. My eyes went to glance at Babe. He was fixated on staring at the pan in the sink, that was still releasing steam. I quickly turned and walked towards him, dropping the dish towel onto the counter and taking his face into my hands. Turning his face to look at me. His eyes looked lost, and had fear within them. I pressed my lips together and looked at him. 

 "I'm real sorry, Doll. I knew you said not to almost light the house on fire, but I fucked up," Babe just avoided eye contact. I sighed softly and looked back up at him.

  "Aw, Babe, stay right here. I'm going to get dressed, you go sit on the couch and I'll make some popcorn. We can watch some TV tonight, all snuggled up. How does that sound?" I tried to make him to cheer up. Babe just nodded, swallowing hard. I smiled and nodded. It tore me to pieces seeing him like this. It makes me feel like an idiot thinking that my three days of stress has been difficult at all. 

 I turned and quickly made my way to our bedroom, changing into one of Edward's shirts and a pair of silky shorts. I hummed as I brushed my hair and pulled it back, placing it into a ponytail. Walking back out, looking at the couch to see my husband. But he wasn't there. My view went back to the kitchen. And that is where I found him. He was standing at the sink, pinking up the frying pan that was no covered with burns. He stared blankly at it. I took the chance to walk up next to him, gently taking the pan from his hands and setting it back down in the sink.

  "Oh Edward, it wasn't your fault. It was only a mistake," I tried to reassure. Taking his hand into mind and running my thumb over the back of his. He looked down at me.

  "I really wanted to make you dinner, I thought I could do it this time. You've had a tough couple of days, and I just wanted to be a good husband for once," he rambled. I cupped his face and looked him right in the eyes. 

 "Edward Heffron, you hush with that. Just because you have trouble with the cooking, doesn't mean anything. I don't care if I have one bad day or a million, I am here for you. And you only. Whether you light this house on fire or whatever, you are a good husband. You are my husband. Don't you worry about me. Now get you butt on that couch," Pressing my lips against his quickly, Babe looked down and a smile grew on his lips instantly. You could almost see the happiness flood out whatever bad thoughts were circling his head. He nodded and then walked into the living room, and plopped himself onto the couch. I hummed happily at the sight of my man relaxing, turning to make some popcorn.

   After the popcorn was all popped, hot and fresh, I poured it into a bowl and made my way to sit with Babe. Humming as I sat besides him, snuggling right into his side. His arm going around my shoulders and pulling me even closer. His cheek resting on my hair. The TV was on, it reminded me on how we worked so hard together to save enough money to buy this television. And this simple memory, while snuggled up with my faithful husband, caused an array of memories with Edward flood my mind. 

/// 

  The night he left for Paratrooper Training: I remember how I tried my best not to cry when I saw him standing in front of me. The war had been going on for what seemed like forever now, and all he wanted to do was do his part. I wanted to be supportive, and I was. But like many other girlfriends at the time, along with mothers, daughters, sisters, everyone, they were scared that their loved one would be counted as one of the many combat casualties. 

  The smile that rested on my lips as he stood silently in front of me was the only things that held the hard lump within my throat and my hot tears within my eyes. It was dark, practically the middle of the night for Edward to catch his bus to Georgia. That night, before he left, he told me, no he promised me, that he will make it back to me. And once his feet hit Philly soil once again, and the first moment he saw me, he would drop on one knee and put a ring finger. And when he took my lips to his, it was probably the most electric kiss we had ever shared.

   I watched as he walked to the bus, the last wave he gave me before stepping on was what did it for me. The tears fell like a waterfall. I covered my mouth to silence any noises that could escape. The bus drove past me along with the rest of the others that carried future Sailors, Airmen, Soldiers, and Marines. I pressed my lips to together, small sob squeezed through as the image of my redheaded boyfriend in the bus window was the last image of him I was going to see in however long. Maybe even the last time I would see him, but I refused to think that way. I just couldn't.

   The Letters: The entire time of Edward going through Paratrooper training and his time in Europe, we sent letters back and forth. I kept every single one he sent me, he doesn't know that, he thought I threw some of them away after some time. Though, they are all together in a little box in the nightstand drawer besides my side of the bed. 

  Every night whilst Edward slept when he came home, every night I red through them. Reminiscing on the times that we went through, the love we had back when we were younger. Hell, we were still young, but it felt like a life time ago.  Within the letters told the stories between us. We had only been together for about five months when he left, and we stayed together the entire time. Every moment of his training was etched down into the letters. The runs up a three mile mountain, the training jumps, the nonstop PT. All the way to when he earned his jump wings. I remember how he said he sad he was when he couldn't come home to see me and he was immediately sent to England to be put into his new Company. Which he was placed into Easy Company.

   He told me how nervous he was about being placed into the Company. Hearing about how mean Replacements were treated by the original men of Easy. But, to his surprise they took him in almost immediately. Met a man by the name of Bill Gaurnere who was also from Philly! Edward told me that the men gave him the nickname 'Babe' and that no one really called him Heffron or Edward anymore.

   Stories after stories were in these letters. Saying I love you, making promises, and him telling me that he couldn't wait to get back to Philly to marry me. Though, not all letters were as happy as the others. He told me of losses, especially in Bastogne, which was a forest in Belgium. He lost a new Paratrooper who was still a virgin, which he made very. Babe had thought of this kid as a little brother it seemed. Only eighteen years old. He promised to bring his stuff home to his mother, but when he was shot, he got hit and the neck. He was out in the open and no one could grab him or else they would end up just like him. Edward said he watched him die. His hand pressed on his bleeding neck as blood poured out of his mouth. Even the thought of the event sent chills down my spine and turned my stomach.

  They had to leave him. This was the turning point for my Edward. After this, and after his close friend Gaurnere was hit and had his leg blown off and he was sent back to the states, his letters were different. Not bad or anything, just notably different. I knew then that when he came home, if he came home, that things would never be the same as they were before he left. He was already war beaten before we knew it.

    The War Ending: When word broke out that the war in Europe had ended, I don't think I had ever been so happy in a lifetime. Not long after, a letter from Edward came saying that he was coming home. He was coming home! I ran out into the street where other women from the city whose loved ones where also coming home to them danced, cried, and cheered. It was definitely something beautiful.

  The Day He Came Home: I stood at that boat ramp that was filled with families. Women with children, full on families, I had managed to wiggle my way in front of the crowd. This way I would be able to seem Edward right away. 

   I waited on that boat ramp for what seemed like decades, but when I checked my watch, I had only been waiting for a few hours. Ship after ship, carrying all sorts of Military personnel. But on one ship, there he was. I saw him in his Dress Greens. He looked even better than the pictures he had mailed to me. The feeling of happiness, love, and excited dawned over me. It had been years since I saw him.

   "Edward!" I screamed, pushing past men and women. His head darted towards me, and when our eyes met, it felt like fireworks. I fell in love all over again.

   "Y/N!" he yelled, clutching his bag tightly in his hand and sprinting towards me. I followed this action by running as fast as I could towards the quickly approaching man. I don't think I had ever ran faster in my entire life.

   When we reach each other, my arms went straight around his neck and he dropped his bag and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. Picking me up and spinning me around. Awarding me with that 'Coming Home Kiss'. Pressing his lips hard against mine, the kiss alone showed just how much he craved a kiss. And I couldn't blame him. I missed him just as much. He pulled away and placed me back down. We only stared at each other, smiling. Like this moment could being real. 

  "I am not letting you leave my sights from now on, do you understand me, Heffron?" I asked, gripping the edges of his jacket collar. He chuckled and nodded.

   "Yes. ma'am. Loud and clear," he answered, grinning from ear to ear. For a moment, it was silent between us. And randomly, he began kneeling, slipping a hand into his left pocket and pulling out a small black box. I began giggling, understanding completely what was going to happen. Trying to hide the fact that I was on the brink of crying. "Y/N, I promised you two things before I left, the first being that I was going to come back to you, no matter what. And the second being that as soon as I saw you when my boots hit US soil again I would put a ring on your finger and make you mine for the rest of our lives. I already fulfilled the first one, and now it’s time for me to fulfilling my second promise. We were together through an entire war with me across the world, I think that was the hardest obstacle we ever had in our relationship. And we made it. If we could take on that together, we can take on the world together. Be my Mrs. Heffron, forever and always."

  "I'd be an idiot to say no to that," I laughed as he stood up quickly, embracing me once more and taking my lips into his. Some tears fell, but I didn’t mind. Feeling the beautiful diamond ring slide onto my finger. The metal of the band feeling cold against my skin.

  ///  

  Now here we were, snuggled up on the couch, months and months later. It is special moments we shared like that that made my bad days turn into better days. Moments like these remind me of what I wake up every morning and work hard for. No matter how shitty the day before was, it was all for him. Everything day and night, he was my world.

   I ran my fingers through my hair as we laid on the couch. His head on my chest as he laid between my legs. He was fast asleep. He looked so peaceful, not something he experienced all the time whilst sleeping nowadays. I continued combing my fingers threw his mop of red hair, listening to his soft snores. 

 "You will never know how much I love you. You are my entire world, Edward," I whispered, watching as his nose twitched. I smiled, chuckling softly. My exhaustion from the days before completely washed away at the sight of how content he was.

   A yawn escaped my lips as I snuggled in closer and pulled a blanket over us. My eyelids grew heavy, growing heavier with each blink. And soon, my eyes fell shut. Though just before falling asleep, I heard Babe speak. His words tired and quiet, but just loud enough for me to hear. I don't know if he knew I heard him, but I smiled tiredly.

 "You're my everything, I love you."

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[hellas-himself]

Crack Ship Holidays

Friendsgiving Pt. 1

Soooo this is starting off where we left our two dorks last. This is going to take place before, during, and a bit after thanksgiving  Friendsgiving because I don’t celebrate but I do love the day off with my loved ones (and my grandma’s food but that’s besides the point) November is also Rhysand’s birthday month so NATURALLY that’s going to come up. major shout out to @bookloveaffair for letting me drop this crack ship on yall no shame. 

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I hum along to one of the songs playing on my phone as I tap my pencil against the counter. I have three different budget options laid out in front of me and none of them work. The first one, I pay the rent and my car insurance but not my phone. The second, I pay the rent but not my car insurance to have my phone active in case the school called me. The third- I laugh. I can’t not pay rent. The bar had sent its last check but it was not enough. I was screwed. I only have until the fifth to pay my rent before my asshole landlord starts bitching about kicking me out. 

When I hear the front door unlock, I gather my bills and the envelopes I wrote on and put them into a pile. Cassian steps into my apartment and pulls off his hat.

“Can you believe it’s already snowing?” he asks as he closes the door.

“I hope it sticks,” I reply as I slide off the bar stool to greet him. His coat is wet and cold when I hug him but I don’t care. Not when he kisses me the way he does.

“Ready to go?” he asks and I smile.

“Let me go get my coat.”

He kisses me again before I hurry to my room. I grab the bag I packed with more clothes as well as the big bag full of my art supplies. Cassian had said I should have it just in case the school called me so I could just leave directly. His optimism is touching.

Cassian is leaning against the counter when I step out. He looks pensive but once he notices me, he grins and pushes himself off to take the bags from my hands.

The car ride to his house is quiet, but Cassian holds my hand the entire way. Every time he looks at me, I blush. Once we get to his house, I bring Valo outside while Cas carries my things to the bedroom.

“How was work?” I ask when Cassian comes to stand beside me. He puts an arm around my shoulder.

“It was great. Az and I got to work on a piece together. I wish you would’ve been there to see it.”

“Maybe next time?”

He presses a kiss to my temple.

“Yeah. We aren’t done by a long shot.”

“I can’t wait then.”

“What about you, bunny?”

“Well. When I wasn’t texting you, I was cleaning up the apartment and finishing up on laundry. I got my last check from the bar so I deposited it in the bank. I saw Aelin,” I say. “She was on her lunch break. I can’t believe we’d never run into one another before.”

Cassian chuckles.

“Oh and the groomer called to confirm Val’s appointment tomorrow. I told her I’d be there.”

“Thank you, bunny.”

I shrug and call our giant puppy over. Valo runs right into me and I don’t fall thanks to the arm Cassian has around me.

“Hey! Be careful, Val!” Cassian reprimands. Val whines and walks in a circle around us before bumping his head against my hand.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re happy I’m here, huh? I am too,” I say and kiss the top of his head.

Cassian lets me go and walks over to the small bin in the corner of the porch and pulls out a ball. He whistles to get Val’s attention before he throws it. I’m surprised it didn’t go over the fence by the force of it. Val barks and takes off after it.

“Will you be alright?” Cassian asks me.

“What do you mean?”

“With rent and all that?”

Oh. I blush and shove my hands in my pockets.

“I’ll figure it out.”

I don’t have to look at Cassian to know that he’s not satisfied with that answer. But he puts an arm around me and kisses the top of my hair. When Val comes back, I take the ball and Cassian laughs when I throw it. It doesn’t get very far but Val is thrilled.

“Why don’t you go pick a menu from that drawer in the kitchen and pick something for dinner? There’s cash in my wallet.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I would rather spend the next forty minutes with my beautiful girlfriend and our oversized lap dog than have to go inside and cook today.”

I giggled. “Alright. I’ll be right back.”

I give him a quick hug before I walk towards the door.

“Oh, and bunny?”

“Yes?” I stop and turn to look at him.

“I’ve got you,” he says. “Don’t worry about anything.”

I realize he isn’t talking about paying for dinner.

*

“Feyre’s here. I’ll call you when I get home… I love you too, Az.” Elain smiles at whatever Azriel is saying to her on the phone before she hangs up and slides the phone into her back pocket. She pushes herself off her SUV and opens her arms to me.

“Hey, you,” Elain says as I give her a hug.  

“Hey! I hope you weren’t waiting long. There was so much traffic coming here from the dog groomers.”

She kisses my cheek. “No, I just got here. Besides, it makes me feel like I’m in high school again when Az and I talk on the phone. I like it.”

Elain gives me a wink and when she grins, I already know what’s on her mind.

“You look happy.”

I know I’m blushing as Elain links her arm in mine.

“I am.”

“Az says Cassian has been smiling like an idiot lately. I wonder why.”

I roll my eyes but I can’t help the smile on my face.

“He asked me to be his girlfriend, El.”

“He did? When?”

“After the Halloween party.”

“About damn time,” Elain mutters and lets me go to grab a cart. She pulls a list out of her pocket and hands it to me. “Iliana’s been pestering me about you two, she’ll finally leave me alone.”

We share a laugh as we step into the store. Elain’s grocery list is divided by groups and despite the glitter gel pen used, this is Azriel’s handwriting.

“Your husband is so organized,” I say as we make our first stop.

“Well. Since I’m in charge of Rhysand’s birthday cake this year, I figured I’ll get some stuff now so closer to the date I’m not running around. With my luck, I wouldn’t find what I want if I leave it for then.”

“I agree with that wholeheartedly.”

“Speaking of which, I need your help designing it.”

“What’s the theme?”

“Lucien has no idea how to top Mor’s Harry Potter theme last year. The only thing Rhys loves more than that is The Wheel of Time and Lord of the Rings.”

“Oh! I can work with that.”

I hand Elain the list and pull out my phone.

LUCE!!!! Wheel of Time or LOTR? I can do either or. Or both. I hit send and slip my phone into my back pocket. We talk idly as we make our way down Azriel’s perfectly organized list.

“Cas and I take forever to do this,” I say as I grab a tub of ice cream from the freezer. “I might have to steal Az’s idea.”

Elain snorts. “That’s because you two are children. How does Cassian even fit in these carts? I don’t know how you’re still allowed to shop here.”

I smile and push the cart for Elain as we head towards the cashiers to pay. I feel my phone vibrate and pull it out of my pocket.

“I wonder what he decided,” I say as I unlock my phone. But it isn’t a text from Lucien. But from my bank. I don’t realize I’ve stopped walking until Elain tugs on my sleeve.

“Feyre?”

I breathe in sharply and let it out. I clear my throat and shove my phone back in my pocket.

“It’s nothing. It wasn’t Lucien.”

“What’s wrong?”

I shake my head and try to keep going but Elain stops me.

“Feyre. Is Tamlin still bothering you?”

I don’t like the way his name still pierces my heart and makes me feel afraid.

“No. It isn’t him… It’s just…” I stop and look away, needing to keep myself from crying. “Stupid car insurance already took the payment and so did my phone. I’m so fucking screwed.”

“Hey… If you need help, you know Az and I can take care of it.”

I shake my head with a sniffle.

“No. I’ll figure it out.”

Elain puts a hand over mine and nods her head.

“Let’s go pay for this,” she says. “I’m bringing Az lunch today. We can surprise Cassian, too.”

I nod and return her smile.

*

I don’t see Cassian when Elain and I step into the tattoo shop. But Az notices us and is already making his way over. He kisses Elain as though he hasn’t seen her in forever, leaving my sister blushing. Rhys has gratefully come to sweep me off my feet, literally.

“Hello, darling,” he says with a grin. When he sets me down, Az comes to give me a hug.

“Hungry?” Elain asks, and holds up his Marvel lunch box, a beat up, metal lunch box he’s had since grade school and Iliana had found at her grandmother’s house last summer and he’s used ever since. Az looks at his lunch box and then looks at Elain with a smile.

“I’m starving.”

“Stop it,” she whispers loudly and lets Az lead her away.

“What about me?” Rhys whines and I laugh.

“We both know Lucien is bringing you something.”

Rhys is beaming. “Aurelie is sending left overs.”

Rhys puts an arm around my shoulder and guides me to the break room. Cassian is walking inside from the back door when we step into the hallway.

“Bunny?”

“Hey, Cas.” Rhys wiggles his eye brows at us before he goes off to pester Elain and Az. “Elain made lunch so I brought you some.”

By some weird coincidence, my pink bento box was in Elain’s kitchen cupboard. It’s covered in purple butterflies and blue bunny rabbits. Cassian closes the space between us and takes it from my hands with an amused smile.

“Now I know I didn’t lose your lunch box,” he says and gives me a kiss. “When Lia stayed the night for their anniversary, I packed her school lunch with this.”

“That was months ago, Cas.”

He shrugs and I roll my eyes. I take his hand and lead him into the break room where everyone stops and stares at us. I have to let him go to take off my coat but once it’s hung up, he takes my hand again.

“Finally,” Az says and bites into his sandwich. Elain slaps his arm which seems to amuse him further.

Cassian sits down in his usual seat and pulls me down onto his lap. He slides an arm around me and uses one hand to open the bento box to pull out the sandwich Elain had made. I’m content to lean back and listen while he and the boys talk about their morning. Their plans for the evening.

“What’s wrong?” Cassian asks softly. I shake my head. “Did you eat?”

“Yeah… El and I ate before we left the house.”

“Valo still with Amanda?”

I nod. “He should be done soon.”

I can tell the others are trying and failing at pretending they’re not listening to our conversation despite having their own.

“I’d go with you to get him but I’ve got someone at one.”

“It’s okay,” I say and press a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll walk him over later so we can ride home together.”

Cassian smiles.

After lunch, Cassian shows me the tattoo he’s working on. It’s a full sleeve.

“Bunny,” he says and puts his arm around me. “You zoned out. You didn’t even notice Az’s joke.”

“I did?” Fuck.

“What’s wrong?”

I let out a sigh and lean into him.

“The fucking car insurance and my phone payments went through this morning but that was rent money and I can’t believe I forgot to ask them not to use the auto pay this month.”

“Hey… hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“Cas…” I want to cry. I hate how much I want to cry.

“We’ll talk about this when we get home,” he says and pulls me in for a hug. “Just… consider it. Please.”

I nod. “Let me get out of here,” I say, though I do not wish to be anywhere but here in his arms. “Val should be done soon.”

Cassian kisses me softly. “I love you,” he says.

“I love you,” I say back, and force myself to leave.

*

My arms are around Cassian’s neck, holding onto him as he kisses me ardently. His grip on my thigh is almost to the point of pain and I know it’s going to bruise. I don’t care. He’s panting when we stop to breathe, and I meet his gaze when he looks at me and I smile.

“Holy shit,” he says breathlessly and adjusts himself so that he’s merely laying on top of me. I don’t want to move. I’m not sure if I could if I tried. “That was…” He whistles.

“You’re carrying me around for the rest of the night,” I manage and he laughs.

“My pleasure.”

Cassian goes quiet as I run my fingers through his hair.

“Bunny,” Cas says, his voice like gravel. “Move in with me.”

I pause. “What?” My voice is no better than his.

“I’ll break the lease.”

“No… I mean. You’re serious?”

Cassian pushes himself up to look at me. The look on his face makes me want to kiss him.

“I don’t want you stressing over something so easily remedied. You practically live here anyway. The apartment isn’t anything more than storage.”

“But Cas…”

“When you start working, you can fight me on bills.”

I scowl and he leans in to kiss me.

“If it’s too soon, I’ll pay the rent.”

I shake my head, hating that there are tears in my eyes. Cassian panics but I reach up to pull him against me again.

“Okay,” I say.

“Okay?”

“I’m sorry I’m crying… I’m just so overwhelmed and-” Cassian interrupts me with a kiss. He rolls us so that he’s on his back and I’m on top of him. My hair falls over my shoulders, and he reaches up to tuck some of it behind my ear.

“You’ll move in with me? Like for real?” He sounds the way he does on Christmas morning and he’s about to get his present.

“Yeah. For real.”

He sighs with relief and then his expression softens. I close my eyes and I feel him brush away the tears still falling from my eyes.

“Don’t apologize for how you feel. Least of all for crying.”

“I know, I’m-” I stop and open my eyes to look at him. I blush. “I’m trying.”

He places his hand at the nape of my neck.

“I know, bunny… I know.”

I smile. “You are the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Though he flashes me a cocky grin, he’s blushing.

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

“Bunny…”

“Yes?”

“You’re making me blush,” he says in a rather conspiratorial tone. “I have a reputation.”

“But I like it when you blush,” I say with a pout. It’s so hard not to laugh.

“Fuck my reputation,” he declares and kisses me in such a way, I know we’re not going to bed anytime soon.

*

“Can I have this?” Mor asks and I look up from where I am sitting on the carpet. She’s holding up a red sweater I’ve never worn before.

“Sure.”

I go back to unscrewing the bedframe. Mor had taken the liberty of going through my dresser and closet while Cassian, Az and Rhys moved the heavy furniture downstairs to put in Cassian and Azriel’s trucks. I am giving it all away. Lucien has been changing my address online most of the morning, he even submitted the form to the post office for me.

“Hello, hello!”

I look up to find Aelin standing in my doorway.

“What are you doing here?”

She shrugs and walks over to where I am sitting. I give her a hug when I stand up.

“Rowan had wanted to go to the gym with Cassian but he said he was busy moving his girlfriend out of her apartment and into his lovely home,” she says and pokes my side. “When did this happen?”

“Just a few days ago.”

“That’s unacceptable. I gave you my number, right?”

I shake my head, and she groans. With a laugh, I unlock and hand her my phone. She takes ONE selfie and saves it for her contact picture.  

“In one try?” I ask, completely taken aback.

“It’s all about knowing your angles,” she says proudly. “I can show you.”

“Uh… Yeah. Maybe once I’m all settled in.”

Aelin beams at me and hands me my phone.

“Now you have no excuse. I want to know everything. I need to know else I’ll die.”

“Ignore her. She’s no better than Tinker Bell.”

Rowan walks into the room with Cassian right behind him. He comes to hug me hello and he keeps an arm around my shoulder before reaching out to pinch Aelin’s cheek.

“So. Tell us what to do. We’re all yours today,” Rowan says.

“Damn babe. I thought you were kidding when you said you wanted-” Rowan silences Aelin with a glare that has her cackling.

“Uh… My bookshelf? I have a separate bin for the fragile stuff.”

Mor peers out of the closet. She looks like she’s up to no good.

“Let Rowan do the shelf. Come help me get these clothes sorted,” she says to Aelin who wriggles her eye brows as she walks off to join Mor. Rowan follows her and says hi to Mor before shrugging off his coat.

Cassian makes his way towards me as Rowan grabs himself a cardboard box and unfolds it before the bookshelf.

“You alright?” Cas wraps his arms around me. I bite down a shiver from how cold his sweater is.

“Yeah… You?”

“I ordered pizza. Elain is on her way over here with Iliana.”

I smile and give him a kiss.

“Perfect.”

“I’m leaving with Az to drop the furniture off. But call me if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

Cassian kisses me, earning a sound of disgust from Mor. When we look at her, she stops and sighs.

“God, I love you guys,” she says and before I notice, she’s got her phone out and I am blinded by the flash. 

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#crack ship holidays #friendsgiving #cassian x feyre #part one of four #or five #I don't know yet #self indulgence #cuz yall aint ask for this #Feyre is stubborn af #and cassian is the cutest fuckin dork #I love them both so much #Feyre archeron #cassian #also having aelin and rowan here is fun

[azaraspirit]

Tom’s Assistance Chapter two. um idk where im going with this lmao.

this is part two of Title? I Don’t Have One lol but im fine with Tom’s Assistance I guess. Basically the reader started as Tom’s personal assistance but they grow close and start dating. I may start a proper beginning if I end up writing another chapter which I most likely will. 

@mcuspidey @starksparker @spiderboytotherescue @keepingupwiththeparkers @fanboy-tom @underoos-tom 

i didnt forget anyone did i?

Part One 

warnings: um smut and lots of it. fluff. blow jobs, shower sex. tom being happy. isn’t that what matters? did i mention smut?

word count: 2167

*

All of you went out on the beach, including Jacob. Tom couldn’t keep his hands off you. You didn’t mind considering it’s been two months since you felt his touch.

Tom twirled you around his arms making you laugh and he ‘accidentally’ fell in the water. Tessa barked happily as she ran all over the surf and Jacob sat under an umbrella getting a tan.

“You happy baby?” you asked.

“The happiest guy on earth.” Tom looked handsome as hell only wearing swim trunks with his curls soaked and water running down his abs.

Tom kissed you softly and you kissed back. You two stood there waist deep for longest time just like that, enjoying each other’s touch. The whole time you two barely were a few feet from each other. You were either holding hands or had an arm around one another.

Jacob didn’t even yell a smart remark which you were expecting. Probably felt petty knowing how long it’s been.

“Can’t wait to get you alone with me.” Tom murmured.

You blushed. “Me neither.”

“Gon’ show how much I missed you.” He kissed your neck.

“Did the photos help?” you smirked.

He nodded. “But they weren’t anything compared to the real thing,” His hand stroked up and down your back.

You hugged him even tighter, Tom doing the same. “I’m so happy you came, y/n.”

You kissed his bare chest in response.

Tom suddenly lifted you up, surprising you. “Oh no! I’m gonna lose my footing!” Tom pretended to be scared as he fell back with you in his arms. You weren’t even mad. You just laughed when you came back up.

“You’re a dork.”

Tom looked over at Jacob, waving at him to join you. He got the message and head over, Tess following him.

“Wish Harrison was here and my brothers.” Tom said. “Miss them.”

“You’ll see them soon don’t worry.” you assured him.

Jacob left early with Tess  as you and Tom stayed to watch the sunset standing on the surf with Tom behind you in his arms. He kissed your neck repeatedly, making you feel content.

“I hope you’re not too tired love?” he murmured in your ear.

“A little.” you teased.

“Wanna shower with me?”

“Hm that sounds nice.”

Dusk was setting as you and Tom went back into the house, holding hands.

You and Tom undressed and stepped into the shower once he set the temperature. Tom immediately pressed you against the tile, kissing you, making you moan. You wrap your arms around him. “I missed you so much, Tommy.” you murmured against his lips.

Tom pulled away, smiling. “Missed you more.”

You two kissed repeatedly. The sand washed away as the hot water rained down your naked bodies.

After what seemed like hours, you both cleaned yourself properly and stepped out of the shower, drying yourselves.

“Don’t get dressed.” Tom said lustfully.

“Wasn’t going to.” you giggled.

Still a bit damp, you went over to the bed, fully nude. the towel around Tom’s waist fell and you eyed his hard dick. It was a gorgeous sight after two months.

Tom slowly approached you. He pressed his knee on the mattress, gently laying you down on your back.

Your lips met yet again in a heated kiss. Your hand went down to his manhood as you started to stroke it, making Tom shudder.

“You like that baby?” you cooed.

He grunted for his response as he held himself up above you.

“I really miss this part of you, Tommy. I forgot what you taste like.”

Tom grunted again. You had him lie on his back, gripping the sheets. You kissed his lips and left a trail as you made your way down to his dick. Your hand slowly started to twist around his length, making him arch his back. It was already throbbing. He wasn’t going to last long. “Gonna come for me, baby?”

Tom moaned your name, his head tilting back. You bent down to lick his manhood, making him moan even louder. He tasted so good. Blow jobs weren’t exactly your favorite but after so long you made an exception. You tongue stroked along his swollen red tip. A drop of cum was already peaking out.

You smirked. “You’re so close, Tommy.”

“Y/n, I’m gonna-” Tom cummed right there and it was a beautiful sight as the milky liquid drizzled down your hand. You fully formed your mouth over his tip. Tom cried out, arching his back, his length going further down into your mouth.

You let go after several moments licking your lips. “That was beautiful,Tommy.”

He breathed heavily. “Fuck.”

You giggled. “Have to admit you tasted really  good.”

He smirked at you. “Now it’s my turn to taste you darling.” You giggled as you climbed over to kiss him, feeling his tongue on yours. You kissed wildly now  that you didn’t have an audience. You moaned his name.

Tom’s hand trailed down your body reaching your pussy. He began to massage, your core heating up and getting wetter by the second. You moaned nice and loud, knowing it encouraged him to do more.

Tom gently switched places with you, lips still together. He growled hungrily, tugging your hair.

“Hmm feels good.” you sighed as he continued to play with your womanhood.

“You’re so wet, y/n.”

“Because of you.” you smirked.

Tom chuckled. He kissed your jaw then your neck, leaving marks that would bruise later on. His lips tended your breasts, his tongue brushing over your hard pink petals and the following bruises he left behind. He left a trail of kisses down your stomach, making you speechless. He looked up at you with dark chocolate eyes before pressing his lips to your core. You cried out his name, followed by moans as you felt his tongue swirl around your wet folds. Your legs spread even wider. He gripped your thighs as he tasted your wetness. Your hips rose upward as you felt the tip of his tongue brush along your clit, crying out his name.

“Come for me darling.” His tone was dark and filled with lust.

You gasped as you came into his mouth, his hands holding your waist in place. Tom moaned.

He pulled away after a long moment, licking the cum away from his lips.

“Beautiful, y/n. You taste just like how I remembered.”

You panted heavily, your back on the mattress. “Fuck.”

Tom crawled over to you and kissed you. “Tired baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too. Let’s sleep yeah?”

You agreed as Tom went to the bathroom help and came back with a rag to clean you both up and tossed the rag in the basket. He then crawled next to you, pulling the covers over you. Normally you didn’t like sleeping nude but you were too tired to get dressed. Tom hugged you tightly from behind, his arm over you with your fingers laced. Your eyes closed within minutes. Tom smiled down at you. He kissed the back of your ear, silently telling himself that he wanted to marry you one day.

*

Both of you slept in the next day. You never felt happier than waking up to your man by your side.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead.” You kissed him softly.

He pulled you close to him to where your breasts pressed gently against his chest.

“That was the best sleep I had in weeks.” he smiled, caressing your face.

“Hmm. I’m glad.”

“Is it just me or do you smell bacon?” you asked.

“Jacob is probably cooking.” he said.

“Bet I will get there first!” You suddenly jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed, Tom whining behind you about you cheating, slipping on shorts.You were gonna win but he slid down the railing, beating you.

“Who’s the cheater now!” you called.

Tom beat you to the kitchen, already grabbing some bacon.

“Don’t hate me because I’m faster.”

“Pft you cheated.”

“Afternoon.” Jacob greeted. “Coffee is ready.”

“Yes.” you said, immediately going to the pot.

“So you two have fun?” he teased, pointing at Tom’s hickies on chest with his spatula that decorated his shoulders and collarbone.

Tom grinned. “Loads of fun.”

You glared at Tom, not liking the idea of him going into detail with Jacob about your sexy activities.

“Don’t you dare, Thomas.”

“Oooh she said Thomas. You know she’s serious.” Jacob grinned.

“I wasn’t.” he whined.

“Good.”

“I don’t wanna know anyways.” he said, putting fresh, hot bacon on a plate.

“See? No need to Thomas me.” Tom smiled.

You stuck your tongue at him, Tom returning a goofy face.

“Couldn’t decide on pancakes or French Toast so I made both.” said Jacob, motioning towards the hot griddle.

“Nice!” Tom grinned, grabbing a plate.

“Not chocolate chip I hope? Those are nasty.” you said.

“Blueberry.” Jacob smiled.

“God I love you.” Those were your favorite. You pecked Jacob on the cheek.

“Hey now.” Tom scolded.

“Might leave you for this guy. He knows how to cook.” you teased, giggling.

“I can cook.”

“Pasta.” you said.

“But you love pasta.”

“I do.” you admitted, kissing him on the lips to assure you were just teasing.

All three of you sat on the balcony, enjoying the weather and the view of the beach. Jacob was last.

Tom looked so relaxed and happy, something you missed after being gone for so long. You moved to his lap after you finished breakfast, his arm around you, his hand on your thigh. Jacob didn’t mind. He knew how much Tom cared about you and vise versa.

“Smile.” he said, holding up his phone.

You didn’t mind as you posed for the camera. “Take some more!” you giggled.

You gave Tom a kiss, the kiss deepening. Jacob took more pics, saying how cute you two were together. You pulled away, blushing. Tom ran his fingers through your hair, just admiring your beauty.

“Gonna put these on instagram.” Jacon giggled.

“You think that’s a good idea?” you said. “I know how crazy his fans are. Don’t want them to get jealous.”

“Nah they love you.”

You blinked. “Really?”

Jacob nodded.

“He’s right. They really like us together, darling.” Tom kissed your jawline.

You checked your phone and within minutes the photos gained hundreds of likes and positive comments.

“Oh.” you said, smiling. For some reason you never really paid any attention to that stuff. But it felt good knowing that the fans loved and supported your romantic relationship with Tom.

You liked Jacob’s post and left a comment, fans immediately replying. You giggled.

“Alright there darling?” Tom grinned.

“They love us!”

“Told you.” said jacob.

You met Tom’s eyes again and they were bright and golden from the sun you couldn’t help but to kiss him again. Tom gladly returned the affection.

“What was that for?” he smiled.

“Your eyes are so pretty.” you grinned.

“Yours too.” he said, stroking your cheek.

Jacob made fake gagging sounds, Tom laughing. You flipped Jacob off.

“I’m gonna go before I throw up.” he said, getting up.

“Alright man. Thanks again for breakfast.”

“No prob.” They shared a handshake before Jacob left.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with his hair. “Hey let’s lay down on the hammock.” You just noticed the netting on the far side of the balcony.

Actually the balcony was way bigger than you thought. It wrapped around to reveal potted plants and a hot tub.

“Sounds good to me.” Tom followed you to the hammock and you both got comfortable. You laid down on his stomach, rather to see his beautiful face than the ocean.

You kissed him again, his arms going up under your shirt, massaging your back. You hummed happily, feeling content.

Tess came outside with you and after saying hello she laid down right beside you on the deck.

“I don’t know if I can leave this place, Tommy.” you admitted, laying your chin on his chest.

He chuckled. “We won’t have to.”

“What?”

“Bought this morning, love. It’s ours.”

You sat up, gawking at him. “You serious?”

He smiled. “I knew you would love it. So yeah I made a few calls and sealed the deal.”

You smiled back, embracing him, laughing.

“Course we have to leave to get our stuff to move properly once filming is done,” he said.

You nodded. “I can’t believe…” You couldn’t even finish.

Tom cupped your face. “I’m crazy about you, y/n. I wanted us to have space just for us.”

“We haven’t even been together that long, Tommy.”

He smiled. “Don’t care, y/n. I love you.”

You smiled back, feeling emotional. Your boyfriend just bought a fancy house and you haven't even been together a year. You lean over to kiss him deeply, Tom’s hand behind your head. “Can’t believe you just started out as my assistance.” he chuckled.

You smiled. “Yeah me neither. Seems like forever ago.”

Tom kissed you again. “Crazy about you ya know that?”

“Maybe.” you giggled.

#all-about-tom #my fics #i just want tom to be happy ok #no angst here #tom holland #tom fics #tom holland x reader

[thisisthe-way]

No Promises

“You’re such a—an idiot!! Baka!! Baka, Baka, Baka!”

Bakugou winced, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the hydrogen peroxide being applied to a rather nasty gash on his forehead, or his girlfriend’s shrill voice as the treater of said wound.

“Can you keep your banshee shrieks to a considerably lesser decibel when I have a fuckin’ pounding headache?” He replied, pointing to the obvious wound on his head that she was, in fact, treating.

Uraraka’s round cheeks puffed out even more in indignation. “My bansh—Katsuki, you LAUNCHED yourself into a villain recklessly and he flung you like a rag doll into the asphalt. You’re lucky that—“

“—I’m too badass to be kept down by a scrape on the head? I didn’t even have to go to the hospital.”

“—that it wasn’t worse!!” Uraraka shrieked, and then sighed and threw the bloodied gauze into the trash can next to her and stood up, shaking her head, disappearing down the hall. She returned, and sat back down, bandaging and taping the wound, silently, her jaw muscles clearly tight, eyes glassy.

Bakugou sighed. “Ochako,” he mumbled, his destructive fingers gentle on her elbow as she worked. “Why the hell’re you crying? I’m fine.”

“You won’t always be,” she whispered, swiping st her eyes before glaring at him. “You are so reckless!! You—you’re not just you, anymore. You have—you have—“

Bakugou rolled his eyes and grabbed her cheeks with his hands. “Stop. Shut up. Shut the hell up.”

Uraraka huffed. “I don’t...I don’t want to lose—“

“Stop, dammit!” Bakugou snapped, and pulled her into a fierce kiss, fangs tugging on her bottom lip, his own lips warm and frantic against hers before he broke the kiss. “You’re not losing me, okay?? Fuckin’ ever.”

“You are not invincible, Katsuki!!” She snapped back. “You don’t get to just make decisions for yourself anymore! Do you want me in your life or not?!”

“Of course I do, otherwise you wouldn’t fuckin’ be here!” He barked, and then stood up, before groaning and immediately sinking back at the couch when his wound throbbed and made him dizzy. “Okay. Maybe you aren’t....entirely wrong...”

She adjusted their position so his head was in her lap. “Relax, Katsu. Relax. The bump is pretty bad. Stay still.” She strokes her fingers through his dusty blonde hair and kissed the bandaged area, eyes glassy again. “I really don’t want to lose you.”

“I know,” he mumbled, and closed his eyes. “Guess I can take a couple days off.”

“Please.”

Bakugou sighed and settled against he ample thighs, before popping an eye open to look up at her. “But that means you have to cook for me. And clean up my apartment. And make out with me. A lot.”

Uraraka laughed and rolled her eyes, blinking back tears. “Don’t push it, Katsu.” She leaned forward, very gently pressing her forehead against his. “I should’ve been there.”

“Shut up, baka,” he mumbled and then pecked her lips. “Just shut up.”

Uraraka smiled against his lips, massaging his temples before breaking the sweet kiss. “Just try to be more careful, okay? I know you have to do your job but...just try.”

He opened both eyes and looked up at her, his headache slowly ebbing away. “No promises, marui kao.” His eyes were softer though, looking up at her with silent, reluctant agreement. For her. Only for her.

“No promises,” she replied, a strange thank you for his strange affirmation of her feelings, and then she settled against the couch arm and stroked his hair until they both fell asleep, quiet and content in each other’s presence.

#kacchaco #kacchako #katsuki x ochako #katsuki x ochaco #bakugou x uraraka #bakugo x uraraka #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #uraraka ochako #uraraka ochaco #bakuraka #katsuki bakugou #ochako uraraka #ochaco uraraka #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #fanfiction #writing #my writing #my fics #my fanfiction #anime fanfiction

[mssjynx]

love

ohmtoonz warnings: MAJOR CRACKFIC 1882 words . i didnt edit this. i skimmed it for mistakes but its super messy and was born because of the last hour or so of me and @heyyglasses swapping the cutest softest songs back and forth and screaming about them.  so this is for her!! 

Luke hated nothing more than when Ryan left.

Being home without him simply put him in a bad mood, though he’d never admit that to Ryan himself. Lies like, “I’ll love the peace and quiet,” and “I hardly notice you’re even gone,” slip off his tongue anytime the topic is mentioned. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows that Ryan knows that he doesn’t mean a word.

From the way Ryan’s eyes roll, lips pulling up in a knowing smile before he turns away from Luke and remarks something simple like: “I’m sure, Love,” or “I miss you too.” And Luke is left in the bedroom, or the kitchen, or on the front step, grinning to himself and pressing a hand to his own chest to feel the warmth that always spreads beneath his ribcage when Ryan smiles like that.

So when Ryan had left on a trip to Los Angeles, totaling four full days and two half days away from Luke, the older man was miserable in their empty home. He woke in a cold bed each morning. He stepped out of the shower to a lack of soft music and the usual delicious scent of breakfast. God, did he miss Ryan’s cooking.

Sitting on the couch with a controller in his hands, or some stupid tv show playing through Netflix, he could hardly pay attention. It was as though without Ryan, a cloud hovered over his head all day and all night and he longed for the moment Ryan walked through the front door, car keys jingling and the soft thuds sounding as he kicked off his shoes.

“You’re like a fucking puppy!” Delirious crowed during a recording session in which Luke had been playing like horse shit. The comment had his irritation narrowing. “Your owner’s gone to the shops and- and you’re jus’ sitting at the door waitin’ for him to come home!” The hysterical laughter filled his annoyance further but he couldn’t really be mad at his friend.

He wasn’t wrong after all.

But barking out a short, “Don’t act like you ain’t whining for Evan’s attention all damn day. You’re the definition of his bitch,” did the trick just fine and left his friend spluttering and stumbling over excuses as the other three men in the call laughed and echoed insults back at him.

They forgot about Ryan, but Luke didn’t.

He couldn’t.

The trip was too long, too far away and each day without Ryan, Luke grew more and more agitated and whiny. Delirious could hardly stay on the phone with him for five minutes without him whining like a kid about how he missed his lover, and how he hated being alone. While on the phone to Ryan, he refrained from admitting anything of the sort. That silly sense of pride, the face of tough, carelessness he pretended to wear.

Ryan saw right through him.

He knew he missed him, of course. He knew Luke loved him, adored him, despised being without him. But Luke held his pride in the little things that Ryan didn’t know.

Like how Luke missed being able to pay his boyfriend for a morning coffee with a gentle kiss to his temple. How he adored the way Ryan would lose himself talking about something he was passionate about, excitement shining in those pretty eyes and freckles dancing across his cheeks. The way Ryan would play with Luke’s fingers without realising, brushing his soft fingertips against the callouses to capped Luke’s.

Being without Ryan was more than just missing his boyfriend. It was missing the every little thing about him.

Having to pick up his towel off the carpet because Ryan could never damn remember to put it back in the bathroom. Scolding the love of his life with as stern a voice he could muster when facing that guilty smile and genuine apology, knowing all too well that next time Ryan would still leave his towel on the carpet.

Playing games with his arms around Ryan and his hands on his controller, having to look over his boyfriend’s shoulder; complaining even though the last thing he wanted was for Ryan to get up. It wasn’t as fun when Ryan sat beside him, or on the floor in front of him. It was nicest when Luke could thoughtlessly drop kisses to Ryan’s bare shoulder, or the nape of his neck. When he could whisper teasing words in his ear and feel Ryan’s laugh against his own chest.

The look of concentration Ryan wore when working at the dining table. The dim light above, glow of his screen reflecting off his thick-rimmed glasses that always, always, always, seemed to sit askew (no matter how many times Luke fixed them). Luke had never known someone to look so breathtakingly beautiful, sitting behind a computer screen in comfy pjs, with wonky glasses and hair messy from the fingers that frequented it.

And the simple way Ryan sighed. He was someone who sighed a lot, perhaps without really realising so. When he was tired, amused, bored, content, in love. He sighed. And it was one of Luke’s favourite sounds. Up there with the sound of Ryan’s laugh: when he was being devious and hiding something, when he was too breathless to form words, when he teased Luke relentlessly to see that silly pout.

It was all worth it.

Always, always worth it.

So when Luke awoke on Thursday, the day Ryan was due to come back, he was giddy with excitement. He woke with a shiver, didn’t have to stop on the way to the kitchen to return Ryan’s towel, made his own shitty breakfast and spent an hour or so cleaning, organising and hoping time passed quicker.

The very thought of Ryan in his arms had his heart crying with excitement, longing to be with his other half again. He knew he would lose his tough guy act the moment the door opened. He knew he couldn’t sustain it when he had missed Ryan so heavily.

He wouldn’t waste time on pretending.

And he didn’t. Sitting on the couch, not paying attention to the stupid anime Delirious had recommended he watch, the sound of the car engine pulling in had him on his feet in moments. His smile was instant, striding to the window and pulling aside the curtains to watch his boyfriend step out of the car and pull his suitcase out with him. When he reached the front door and pushed it open, Luke practically yanked him inside without a care for the bag that fell to the floor. Muscled arms encircled him, tight enough to limit his breathing, not that he cared as Luke buried his face in his neck and breathed in deeply.

“Jesus, fuck-” He laughed openly, arms curling around Luke’s neck as the bearded man reminded himself of his boyfriend’s scent, warmth and touch. “Did you miss me?” he teased, glancing around the unusually clean house as Luke’s arms curled tighter, placing little kisses on the ticklish skin of Ryan’s neck, loving the way he squirmed and giggled.

“You’re not allowed to ever leave me alone again,” grumbled Luke, not lifting his face at all as Ryan tried to push him away. After a few more seconds of savouring the embrace, Luke finally complied and eased back. Taking in the picture of Ryan’s broad smile and flushed cheeks, sparkling green eyes and spotted freckles; Luke felt like he’d been hit by a truck as the breath swept from his lungs. Ryan seemed content to hold onto the moment, eyes dancing over Luke’s face and hands resting flat against his chest. He leaned into Luke’s touch when the southern man cupped his face, smiling gently.

Yeah. No more tough guy.

“I missed your smile.” Blunt. Obvious. Luke found no reason for beating around the bush, and by the surprised look on Ryan’s face, he hadn’t been expecting the admission. His eyes fell in his fluster, turning to close the door and kick his bag aside. Luke wasn’t ready to let space stay between them for long though and as soon as Ryan turned back to him, he was enveloped into another embrace, Luke pressing kisses to his spotted cheeks and nose as the younger man laughed and squeezed his eyes shut. “I missed your freckles. I missed your stupid face and your laugh. And that you never put your towel away, and you never have your glasses straight, and sitting with you watching movies and playing stupid games, and-”

Luke had so much more to say, so much more to miss, so much more to love. But Ryan didn’t let him, catching his jaw and holding his face still so he could lean in and press his lips to Luke’s. Luke melted into it, pressing forward and holding Ryan tight around the waist, feeling the man’s arms tighten over his shoulders, fingers playing with the hair at the back of his head.

He eased back for a breath, sighing and releasing billions of butterflies within Luke’s chest. “Luke?” A breathless question that received a low sound in response, sharp dark eyes examining Ryan’s freckles, trying to count them in his head but losing count before he could even reach ten. “Don’t tell me about it. Show me.”

Fuck, did Luke love him.

He found a soft hand in his and didn’t hesitate to pull the giggling man after him, to their bedroom. Luke lost himself in Ryan. He lost himself in the love of his life, his touch, his scent, his beauty. Pretty sounds, giggles, sighs: they spent hours kissing and whispering sweet nothings, and indulging in exactly what they had been craving for days and days.

“I love you,” Luke murmured as he laid kisses from Ryan’s wrist to the inside of his palm to his the pad of his thumb. “You’re not leaving again. Not for a long time.”

Ryan smiled up at him, accepting the chaste kiss to his lips as he released a soft exhale. “I want to stay with you.” He let his fingers push through Luke’s hair, smiling at the way his eyes lingered in a blink, enjoying Ryan’s simple touch.

“Good,” he grumbled, catching Ryan’s hand and pressing a kiss to each fingertip. It wasn’t often Luke was seen so affectionate and sappy. Ryan loved it. He adored it. He savoured every second.

“I love you.” Ryan’s voice grew softer, another sigh leaving his lips as the drowsiness from his flight caught up to him. Luke smiled gently as pretty green eyes fluttered shut. “Nap with me? Please?” When they blinked open up at him, pleading and hopeful, there was no way in the world Luke would have the power to refuse.

Leaving kisses atop Ryan’s eyelids, he allowed his lover to curl up against him, hiding his face against the older man’s neck and sighing with content.

Three words, repeated in a breathy whisper, rolled over Luke’s collarbone as he laid a kiss to the mess of brown hair atop Ryan’s head. “I love you…”

With Luke’s lover drifting off to sleep in his arms, nothing else in the world mattered. He had him back. And he wasn’t going to let him go again easily, that was for certain.

#crackfic #ohmtoonz #ohmtoonz fic #ohmtoonz fanfic #bbs #banana bus squad #song inspo #music inspo #god this was fun to write #its been too long since ive done ohmtoonz #how lovely #its shit but its cute shit and thats whats damn important #enjoy!

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An Interruption in the 1st Law of Thermodynamics.

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Thank you @theministerskat, for keep betaing this story that goes on forever!❤️ Also, thanks to the @faeriesfanficemporium and @futurelounging for the high school graduation information!

This chapter is for @muykonos, who loves Jenny and Ian dearly, with the best wishes for her new beginning! Love you Muy!

Chapter 42. Puffins

The last time we called ourselves high school students was on a sunny summer day. We found ourselves listening to a long winded speech from our headteacher, one that would make every person in the room extremely anxious about the future - if we had actually been listening to him. I could still hear his voice buzzing in my ears when Jamie found me, took me in his arms and spun me around for so long that I wasn’t sure if he was happy because we had just graduated, or because this would be the last time we had to sit through a speech from Mr. Gowan. We loved him, but he had that bad habit of never stopping once he started speaking.

After graduation, the days felt different. They were continuous, shapeless, careless. Time didn’t matter. No alarm clocks, no hurried breakfasts, no studying schedules.

No school.

Joe and Gail left for a trip to the US, a present from their parents, to celebrate their successful exam results. Rupert and Angus had gone back to the Highlands, and Jenny and Ian would soon leave for Lallybroch. Edinburgh seemed empty already.

Jamie spent more and more time training. He had a few weeks to prepare for the Scottish National Championship, and there were whole days when I would only see him briefly before or after his time at the pool. Neither of us complained; the championship was a priority for both of us. But I missed him. And I knew that I would miss him even more when he would leave for Lallybroch.

My favorite days were Mondays. More specifically, Monday afternoons. These were the days when Jamie finished his training early and we would meet Jenny and Ian at Murtagh’s apartment for coffee and board games. Two teams, always the same players. And I was proud to say that Jenny and I were on a winning streak.

We had just finished another successful round of Pictionary, when Ian walked to the center of the room and carefully unfolded an old piece of paper. His smile was shy at the beginning, but it became more and more cheeky as he read.

My eyebrows shot up to my hairline and barely I stopped myself from barking out a laugh when I realized what he was reading.

Jenny Fraser’s, or more correctly, Janet Flora Arabella Fraser’s letter to Santa.  

Dear Santa,

My name is Janet Flora Arabella Fraser, but everyone calls me Jenny. You can call me that too. I live at Lallybroch, together with my mam, my da, and my wee brother. I canna write yet, so my mam is writing this for me, but I promise I will know all my letters when I go to school at Beauly, and I will write to you myself next year.

I have been very good this year and am nice to everyone. I even play with Jamie when he brings his silly swords into my room, and I pretend to lose and die, even though I could beat him every time. The one time I won, he got angry and as red as a tomato. Anyway, I also help my mom cook. And I feed Bran every day. And I clean my room. (Jamie doesn’t, but bring him a gift anyway, okay?)

I am writing to you, because I want a puffin and da said I can’t have one. We have birds here at Lallybroch, but I haven’t seen a puffin yet. I will love it and take care of it, I promise.

Please, it’s all I truly want for Christmas!

Love,

Jenny

PS I know the Santa we saw at Beauly with my mom wasn’t real, but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want the wee bairn in his lap to cry.

PSS My mom doesn’t know what puffins eat. Can you bring me some of their food too?

Ian had to stop more than once while reading, almost choking with laughter. I brushed tears from my eyes, feeling Jamie’s silent amusement shaking my body. Jenny was hiding her face in her hands, her struggle to catch her breath audible in the room.

“How dare you,” she finally said, her own face as red as a tomato now. “How dare you, Ian Murray?” she repeated, and started laughing again.

Ian shrugged, then smiled at her. “I dinna remember seeing a puffin at Lallybroch,” he said quietly, as if he hadn’t even heard her question. “Did ye ever get your puffin, Jenny?”

Jamie spoke before his sister could. “Nah, she didna, Ian,” he said, the smile audible in his voice. “Not that year, or the years after that. She kept asking for one, though.”

“Aye, that was what I remember too,” Ian replied, nodding, his face serious.

“What is this all about?” Jenny asked with a raised eyebrow, crossing her arms across her chest.

I was wondering exactly the same thing.

“It’s about puffins, Jen,” Ian said softly. “I think it’s about time ye see one.”

“You got me a puffin?” Jenny asked, incredulous.

“Puffins live free, Jenny,” Jamie rolled his eyes. “I think mam and da told ye that a million times.”

“So what is this…” Jenny’s words faded as Ian walked to her and kneeled on the floor in front of her.

“Tis a gift,” he said, and presented her with an envelope. “For ye. To thank ye, for all that ye are to me.”

I was sure the tears that shone in Jenny’s eyes had nothing to do with the ones brought up by her boisterous laughter only moments ago. She swallowed hard and took the envelope from Ian’s hands. “What did you do?” she asked, in a accusing way that came out even funnier in her cracked voice.

I turned in Jamie’s arms and looked at him, the question obvious on my face. His satisfied, wide smile confirmed my suspicion that he knew exactly what was going on. He lowered his head and kissed me, his lips hot against mine, before urging me to look back towards his sister. I turned to look at Jenny, feeling a shiver run through my body when Jamie’s lips found the nape of my neck. I shimmied to make him stop, and watched Jenny, her attention focused on the paper she had pulled from the envelope.

“Five days?” she asked, at last. “Five days just the two of us?”

“Aye,” Ian whispered, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. “To see the puffins.”

Jenny sprang from the couch straight into his lap, squeezing him so tight that I was sure if it would last a moment longer he would suffocate. Ian’s face, however, was the definition of happiness, and his smile, the sweetest I had ever seen.

I felt Jamie wrap his arms tighter around my body, pulling me closer to him.

“Any unfulfilled requests from Santa, Sassenach?” he whispered in my ear.

I took a moment, thinking, unable to remember any. “I don’t know,” I said. “A mummy, maybe? Given the fact that I was in Egypt…”

“Christ, Claire,” he chuckled. “I’m not buying ye a mummy.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Friends,” I said a moment later, and the truth in my words stuck thick in my throat like a piece of stale bread, grazing the tissue, blocking my breath. I swallowed with difficulty, pushing back memories of a lonely childhood, Jamie’s arms around me suddenly feeling overwhelming. “I was always asking for friends.”

“I’ll be yer friend, Sassenach,” Jamie whispered, his voice sweet and honest, and he nuzzled my neck. “Always.”

I swallowed back tears and let my body sink into his warmth, hoping that his heartbeat against my back was telling the truth.

Always.

I looked at Jenny, who was beaming, and gave her a broad smile. I was happy for her and for Ian, who was looking at her like she hung the moon. But it was more than that. I was happy that I was there to share that moment with them, for finally feeling that sense of belonging I had always longed for.

“We’re going to the Orkney!” she announced, excited. “I’m going to see the puffins!”

And like that, she was a little girl again, getting the gift she had always dreamed of.

“What are the puffins, exactly?” I asked, not knowing that I would sorely regret my question ten minutes later, when Jenny was still talking about the clumsy, comical birds who were expert divers and underwater fliers, laid one precious egg every year and left Scotland for the north Atlantic and North Sea outside the breeding season.

“Ye’re going to pay for that, Sassenach,” Jamie murmured in my ear, his fingers drawing patterns on my side.

“Am I not paying for it already?” I asked, making him laugh.

“Aye, but what about my suffering?”

I grimaced and mouthed a sorry. As Jenny went on talking about the puffins, Jamie leaned closer to me, whispering in my ear in his proud brother’s voice, “Jenny wants to see the birds to draw them, ken? She loves their colours.”

Of course. Jenny wanted to go to art school and nothing else would be more inspiring than the wild landscape of Orkney and the wildlife, full of birds, seals, and whales.

It would be beautiful.

--

That night Jamie was remarkably silent as he walked me home.

“What’s the matter?” I finally asked, and he turned to look at me surprised, as if he had forgotten I was even there. He didn’t reply. “Won’t you tell me?” I insisted, but the initial surprise has well-hidden now, his features calm, unfazed, his mask covering thoughts and problems.

“What?” He pretended that he hadn’t understood and gave me a small smile.

It wasn’t enough.

“Jamie.” I stopped and pulled him back to me. “You may not have my glass face, but I can see right through you.”

“It’s nothing,” he said with a frown and a shrug. When he saw me rolling my eyes, he pressed his lips tight, took a deep breath through his nose, and repeated. “Tis nothing, really.”

“You’re too silent. This isn’t nothing.” I cupped his face with my hand, his blue eyes melting as they met mine.

“I love ye, Claire,” he whispered, pressing his lips lightly against my forehead.

“I know, I love you too.” I waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. He turned around, instead, and started walking again.

Stubborn Scot.

I sighed a few times along the way, trying to show him that our conversation wasn’t over and I was far from being convinced he was okay. He kept ignoring me and I sighed a few more times – not that it made any difference. Finally, a few blocks from home I stopped walking, this time without any attempt to pull him back to me.

“Are ye alright, Sassenach?” he asked, surprised once again.

“You tell me.”

“I tell…” The realization hit him before he finished his question. “I told ye! Tis fine!” he exclaimed, his hand messing with his hair.

I looked at him for a long moment, my jaw set, my arms crossed across my chest. Waiting. He didn’t speak. I bit my lip hard, nodding, and started walking again. When I brushed by him, I wished him a goodnight and continued towards my place.

“Where are ye going?” His voice came distraught, but I neither stopped nor answered his question. “Claire!”

“Home,” I said sharply, feeling my heart clench inside my chest.

I thought we could tell each other everything.

“Sassenach!” He was next to me within two wide strides, his hand gripping my arm. “What the hell! Why are ye doing this?”

“I’m not doing anything, Jamie.” I wished the words were as painful to him as they were to me, burning my chest. “I can walk home alone. Since we’re not talking anyway.”

Jamie narrowed his eyes at me and let out a short breath through his nose. “Okay,” he said, nodding repeatedly. “Okay.”

“Okay, then. Goodnight.” I started walking again, but his hand stopped me and pulled me back to him.

“Ah Dhia… Ye’re not going to make it easy, right?”

“I? I’m the one who’s making things difficult? You’re obviously not okay and you won’t even talk to me! You won’t even admit that you’re not okay! You’re lying to my face!”

“I’m not lying to yer face!”

“Oh, really?” I asked, my voice sarcastic.

We stood there, breathing fast, our eyes locked in a game of power. I saw his mask slowly melting away, leaving behind only Jamie, my Jamie, as he had always been with me. My Scot.

“Jamie,” I started again, now letting my worry seep in my voice. “What good can I do, when you don’t even trust me with your problems? When you won’t even talk to me?”

He kept silent, and I could hear every beat of my heart crying out to his. Pleading to let me in.

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking his eyes from mine and fixing them on the street. “I’m sorry, Sassenach, I didna mean for ye to think I’m lying to ye. Or that I dinna want to talk to ye. It’s just that...” he stopped, and took a breath as if he had to fortify himself.

“What?” I asked, holding my breath, suddenly afraid of what was to come.

“See… I’m not enough.”

I stood shock-still, trying to process what I had just heard. I hadn’t known what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this.

“Hey,” I whispered, grabbing a fistful of his tee-shirt, and took the last step that kept as apart. “What are you talking about?”

“Did ye no see how happy Jenny was tonight? What Ian did for her… I’ve done nothing for you.”

“Oh god, Jamie…” I ran my fingers across his jawline, his cheekbones, through his hair, feeling my heart melting. “You’ve done so many things for me. I don’t need a trip or a gift to be happy.” Jamie didn’t talk, and I continued, hoping that my words would ring true in his heart. “I’m happy because I’m with you, because you’re in my life.”  

“Aye, but I’m not in yer life that much lately,” he said, and I stupidly thought that his lowered eyebrows made him even more adorable than he already was.

“But that’s just a phase,” I said, my voice strong, sure. “It’s not going to be like that forever.”

Jamie looked at me and a small smile curled his lips. “No, it’s not,” he said, but the smile disappeared again. “But d’ye remember, Sassenach, when we started texting? I had promised you we would go everywhere, and now school has finished and we canna even go on a wee trip in Scotland.”

I smiled, thinking of our very first chat, the night he walked me home. We would travel the world, we had said. Starting from Paris.

“Jamie, we have time,” I said, and meant it. “We will travel, we don’t have to do it right now.”

“Aye, but I didna plan anything for us… Ian has been organizing this trip for so long, and I… With school and training…” He kept trailing off.

I raised onto my tiptoes, pulled him down to me and kissed him, our lips meeting in a soft whisper that soon became a long dance. Unhurried.

“We have time,” I repeated, my whisper brushing against his mouth. “We’re together, and that’s what counts. I’m perfectly happy with staying in Edinburgh. It’s the same to me.” I ran my fingers through his locks, and rested my forehead against his.

“Is it, though?” he asked, and I could almost taste the worry in his words.

“It is, you bloody Scot. It’s our first summer together, but we’re going to have a lot more after that. Right?” I asked, and felt my heart racing in my chest.

This can’t be our last summer together.

“Right,” he breathed and kissed me. “More and more and more…” Each promise coming with another kiss, sealing it.

“Good,” I said, and softly kissed the tip of his long, straight nose.

“But still,” he started again and I sighed, exasperated. “If I go straight to Lallybroch after the nationals… ”

“It will still be okay.” I locked my eyes with his, and neither of us spoke for a long moment.  

“But I’ll be away,” he continued, fear taking the better of him.

Bloody distance. But I had to be the brave one this time.

“Jamie!” I raised my voice and cupped his face with both my hands. “Look at me.” He did. “No matter where you are, I love you. Here, at Lallybroch, in the end of the world. I love you. And I promise you will get bored of me when we’ll live together in Oxford.”

“That willna happen,” he disagreed, and pulled me to him for a kiss.

It was sweet and hopeful, but it quickly became thirsty and urgent. Promising that he would never have enough of me.

“We’ll see,” I said when we broke our kiss, and I laced our fingers together. “Now walk me home, you bloody fool. And never think that you’re not enough.”

Chapter 43

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Polyamory: Trading Places

anonymous asked: Rafael wants to be dominated in the bedroom. Maybe within the polyverse?

Okay so I love this request because one I am a total switch and I love writing for the polyamory story! It’s the first time they’d do this in the polyverse so it’s a lot of sweet stuff too. Hope you enjoy!!

Sonny guides you through dom-ing Rafael while Nick is out of town.

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Warnings: sexxx

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Three weeks ago Rafael started dropping hints he wanted you to dominate him. They were subtle at first, a joke or flirty text. But the last four days he'd gotten more bold. In fact, you'd come home to a package and upon opening it found a strapon and large bottle of lube. It was then you realized Rafael was more serious about submitting than you thought.

You were a switch and had dreamed of dominating a man, but it just never really happened. Here Rafael was offering himself to you, and you didn't know what to do. Normally Sonny and Rafael dominated you. The most you'd done to them was light choking and pinning them down to ride them. They ate it up but you were nervous to take it further. So you were frantically texting Sonny about how to make Rafael's fantasy a reality.

Constant texts between the two of you about how to properly dominate Rafael helped put you at ease. Although by now Rafael was sure you'd forgotten or were never gonna follow through so he stopped asking after sending the package. Little did he know you were busy as a bee with Sonny plotting, and boy was he in for a treat.

[To: You and Sonny 9:59pm] Why do I have a package here with an insert that says to text you before opening it further?

[To: You and Rafael 10:16pm] The plot thickens haha

[To: Rafael and Sonny 10:32pm] Open it in the morning. Wear it. Come to my house for dinner with me and Sonny after work.

[To: You and Sonny 10:44pm] Yes ma'am!

Later that night you were sitting around the table with two of the three men you loved. Nick was in California visiting Zara for a long weekend and planning his return surprise was a problem for tomorrow night. Rafael was squirming in his seat and you pretended not to notice. Sonny looked at you, the food, the kitchen, the bedroom, and back to you.

“Hey sugar,” you turned to face Rafael and he stopped bouncing to look at you.

“Sí cariño,”Rafael's face lit up with a huge smile.

“Are you wearing it,” you raised an eyebrow and Sonny smirked.

“Yes! All day. In court mind you,” Rafael blushed.

“Did you decide on the blue or purple,” Sonny winked.

“You'll have to wait and see won't you,” you briefly turned to Sonny before bringing your attention back to Rafael.

“It was quiet the surprise,” Rafael nodded enthusiastically.

“Sonny cooked dinner. This is my house. So Rafael put the food away, load the dishwasher, and meet us in the bedroom,” you stood up abruptly and marched to the bedroom, leaving both men with their jaws hanging open. Sonny recovered first and practically sprinted after you, leaving Rafael scrambling to clean up.

“Doll that was hot,” Sonny reached for the zipper on your dress and helped you out of it.

“Well if this goes well maybe I can dom you too. Or both of you,” you winked and took off the rest of your clothes.

“Promise,” Sonny stripped his clothes off while you opened the box on your bed.

“Only if you help me figure this strapon out, honeybear” you laughed and pouted in frustration.

“Can do doll,” Sonny took the harness from you and untangled it. He adjusted it to fit your hips and pulled it up your legs for you. Once it was seated comfortably around your body, Sonny put the dildo in the O ring.

To pass the time while Rafael cleaned, you started kissing Sonny. There was passion and fire flowing between you lips like electricity. It consumed your body while he sucked a trail of small sloppy hickies down your throat. He bit down with a growl to the top of both of your breasts, eliciting a moan from deep in your belly.  

When Rafael snuck into the room and stripped, you pretended not to notice. Instead you found Sonny's sweet spot below his left ear and sucked and nipped until his knees buckled. He whimpered and you turned his head to look at Rafael.

“You gonna just stand there babe? Or are you gonna suck her cock,” Sonny moved to stand behind you and pepper bites across your shoulders. Rafael practically fell to the floor in front of you and rested on his knees eagerly. Just like they both did to you, you gripped the dildo and rubbed the tip against Rafael's plump lips. His mouth opened the sucked the head into his mouth.

One of Rafael's warm hands braced himself on your thigh while he began to bob on the silicon between your legs. You got lost watching him, and didn't notice Sonny had stopped touching you. Not one to be forgotten, his fingers suddenly plunged inside of you and it was your turn to lose your balance.

“Easy there doll,” Sonny pulled you back upright while Rafael steadied you from where he kneeled.

“Okay that's enough of that,” you pulled away from both men, trying to keep a clear head.

“What next, ma'am,” Rafael purred.

“Oh what a sweet boy, I like that. Yes call me ma'am,” you stooped down and kissed Rafael, finally giving him the attention he'd needed all day.

“Yes ma'am,” Rafael panted when your lips broke apart.

“I think you need to be fucked. Don't you,” you gripped Rafael's hair at the back of his neck and pulled it down so he looked up at you.

“Yes ma'am, please,” he pleaded.

“Suck Sonny's cock. If you do it well enough, I'll consider it,” you relaxed your grip and moved to get the lube from the box still on the bed. While you tossed the box towards the closet and opened the lube, Rafael already had Sonny's cock down his throat. You watch transfixed while Sonny ran one hand through his hair and used the other to guide Rafael's mouth up and down his cock. When he reopened his eyes, he saw you were ready to move on and nodded.

“On the bed, all fours,” Sonny barked at Rafael and you almost did it yourself, that demand was usually said to you anyway.

“Good boy,” you kissed the top of Rafael's head and looked to Sonny already behind him, “So which color did I pick?”

“The heart shaped pink. Good choice,” Sonny squeezed Rafael's ass, “Did you really wear this all day?”

“Yes sir,” Rafael nodded and you started kissing down his back.

“Properly,” Sonny questioned.

“Every opportunity I had, I took it out and added more lube. Wore it during court today,” Rafael moved his hips as you reached the small of his back.

“That was intentional,” you spoke against his warm salty skin, “Knew it was a hard case. Figured you could use an escape tonight.”

“Thank you ma'am,” Rafael sighed with a smile, “And sir too!”

“Let's get this out of there,” Sonny slowly pulled the buttplug out of Rafael and set it on a tissue on the nightstand. You lubed up the dildo and awaited Sonny's further instruction.

“Relax sweet boy,” your hand splayed on Rafael's lower back while you moved closer behind him.

“Press in slowly, like I do to you,” Sonny kneeled behind you so his chest pressed against your back. His hand moved yours to grip the dildo and brought it to Rafael's asshole.

“Are you ready,” you tentatively asked.

“Yes. So much yes,” Rafael nodded rapidly. As slowly as you could, you slid into Rafael's waiting asshole. His breathe hissed through his teeth and you froze.

“It's okay, keep going,” Sonny whispered for only you to hear before getting louder, “Tell us if you need us to stop.”

“Yes sir. Please keep going ma'am,” Rafael pleaded.

“I told you,” Sonny whispered in your ear and it sent shivers up your spin. With a long exhale, you kept pushing the phallic toy into Rafael until it was fully inside him.

“Now what,” you felt silly asking Sonny.

“Take it out just as slow and put it back in,” he muffled his laughter by sucking hickies onto your neck. Once the dildo was out of Rafael, you squirted more lube onto it and his asshole before pressing back in.

“Faster please,” Rafael whimpered when you pulled back out.

“What was that,” you pretended not to have heard him.

“Fuck me faster please ma'am,” Rafael gritted through his teeth. Sonny stopped kissing you and stood beside you to watch. In a quick fluid motion you thrusted into Rafael and he gasped as you pulled nearly out and plunged back in. After a few failed attempts you found your rhythm and scratched down Rafael's back. He responded with moan and you nodded Sonny further down the bed.

Sonny bent down and talked to Rafael in a hushed voice while you pounded away into his ass. Rafael nodded and Sonny's cock disappeared down his throat. You gripped Rafael's hips and Sonny his head, your thrusts syncing up to drive Rafael crazy. His painfully hard cock was leaking all over the towel below him and though you couldn't see it, you knew.

Before long Sonny came down Rafael's throat and he swallowed every drop. You both coo-ed about what a good boy he was while Sonny began to jack Rafael's cock. Again your thrusts synced with Sonny's movements and Rafael's eyes rolled back in his head.

“Please may I cum sir,” Rafael stuttered.

“Not me you should be asking,” Sonny teased.

“Please ma'am! Please may I cum,” Rafael was so desperate you could practically hear his lip quiver.

“Cum for me sweet boy. Cum for us,” you kept thrusting while Rafael come with a strangled cry. When his orgasm was fully over, you stopped and pulled out, collapsing backwards. Rafael climbed off the bed and tried to help you out of the harness.

“No. You lay down. I have this,” Sonny shooed him away and expertly removed the harness from your hips. You got up and moved the towel and dildo to the bathroom to clean later. When you returned, Sonny was wrapped around Rafael and playing with his hair. You climbed in front of Rafael and pulled his head against your chest.

“You did so good sweet boy. So good,” you kissed Rafael's forehead repeatedly and intertwined your fingers with Sonny on Rafael's side.

“We'll clean you up in a bit,” Sonny yawned.

“Thank you both,” Rafael sighed contently.

“I didn't get off,” you pouted.

“Give us a minute to recoup doll,” Sonny chuckled and yawned again.

“It's fine,” you shook your head, “I was teasing. You old men need your rest anyway.”

“Who you calling old,” Rafael pulled back to look at you menacingly.

“You. Both of you. You're both older than me,” you laughed.

“I think she needs to be taught a lesson,” Rafael palmed your breasts aggressively.

Sonny responded with a snore.

“Guess I'll teach you a lesson then,” Rafael latched on to a bare spot on your chest.

“Tomorrow sugar,” you yawned, “I'm too tired to enjoy it. Let me clean you up.”

“Okay ma'am,” Rafael slipped back into sub space.

“Stay here,” you patted his chest and got up. In the kitchen you got a cold water bottle from the fridge and grabbed the baby wipes from the bathroom. Rafael rolled on his stomach when you reentered the room and you gently cleaned his ass of lube. He chugged half the water while you threw the wipes away and finished the bottle.

“Good night,” you murmured while Rafael settled back against your chest.

“Te quiero,” his words were muffled by your breasts.

“I love you too. And you too snoring Sonny,” you drifted off surrounded by love and acceptance. One fantasy was checked off the three of your bucket lists, what was next was still to be seen.

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[alexandercollas]

Into the Wild - Chapter 18

Mat pulled the daggers from the goblins skull as he tore the small loincloth from the body and wiped his blades clean. Sheathing his daggers, he went over to where Devon lay in a fetal position crying; he’d finally stopped retching. Mat sat down and took his friends head in his lap. “There, there, it’s over.” Devon looked up, his eyes poufy, “I killed something, a living breathing thinking something.” His sobs started anew as he looked over, “…and in such a brutal and painful way.” Inclining his head as he stroked Devon’s hair, “I’ll give you that, it must have hurt.” He took the renewed tears as an indication he wasn’t helping and added, “You reacted, your mind found something that could save you, and you reacted. That’s is the very training they told us we needed to develop.” Devon sat up, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his tunic. Still, with his head hung low, “I froze. Nothing. My mind went completely blank. All I could hear was them telling us we would live or die by our own merit and how little I had.” Shaking his head, “Devon, don’t even start. You didn’t lose your merit. You never had any.” Devon’s shot Mat a look who just shrugged, “neither of us do. We’re new to this world. We came from a place where it was only in video games that goblins attacked us, and there you could reset. Here, they attack, and there's no reset, there's no do-over. That's what I’ve been trying to tell you.” “I know but…” “There’s no but, Devon. We agreed to come here. We wanted to find adventure, live a magical life. Well, that magical life and the ability to have adventures means there aren’t as many rules. Out here in the wild, and I mean the wild, its kill or be killed, fight or be beaten. We've been here for a while and still, we know no more about this world than we did when we woke up under that tree.” Pointing down to the two dead goblins, “these are the first intelligent creatures we’ve seen that we didn’t create ourselves. We must get to a city. Pull our heads out of the sand and admit we’ve made this choice. I hope you're not rethinking the decision, not like there's anything you can do, but still, this is our dreams come true. Become the Devon you always wanted to be, the one I saw in those video games. That goblin would’ve killed you and never thought twice about it. You can have a conscience but have it within the scope of where you are. Be that good man, that caring, giving person, to those who deserve it. But here you must understand that some people don’t deserve it, and they will try to kill you. I talked you into this, my friend; I will not allow anyone to harm you. No matter what.” Devon sat up, “Are you that angry?” Mat laughed, “No, Devon, I’m not. We see two fundamentally different sides of the same coin. You hope for the best and want to see the best in things. I plan for the worst. I’m probably too cautious, but it’s the only way I can be until I have a better frame of reference. Those two shits would’ve killed you; then it would’ve been all over. I feel until we become surer of ourselves we have to plan for the worst. Hey, I’m not angry, I’m just cynical. But don’t get me wrong I would’ve been caught off guard today as well. But ask yourself, what could you have done differently? Nothing. You just faced your first, yes, your very first, attack and within seconds you passed through shock, fear, and surprise and melted the guy’s head. I think you kicked ass.” Devon shrugged, “Yea, I guess I did, didn’t I. You know, I don’t think this killing thing, in cases like this, will be a huge issue. It was the shock of the first one; it all became real.” Walking over and nudging one of the dead goblins with his foot, “This was a living, sentient creature and I took its life. How can that not be a shock? Should that ever not be a shock?” Turning back to Mat, “And you're telling me you didn't feel anything when you did it?” “It took all the strength I had not to throw up as well. It's one thing to talk about; it's another to do it. But I can also tell you I’m already past it. If someone tries to hurt, injure or in any way negatively affect you or me, I won't hesitate to destroy them. I’ve had longer to think about this than you did, remember. I had to decide if I was willing to come here. Then I had to decide to ask you and the ramifications of that decision. I spent every waking moment thinking about all of this, over and over.” Devon rolled his eyes, “It means you were right, and we probably need to get moving and find this city. You're right…” pausing and making a serious face, “…but don’t think that means you're always right.” Giving a self-important smile, “Oh, of course not. I never assumed such. Though you have had to admit that's twice in as many days, as we both know I’m not the type of person to point that out.” They pulled the two bodies into a pile a short distance from camp. Mat went to his pack and retrieved his book; he wanted to reread the fireball spell. With all he’d learned about controlling the intensity of his castings, he wanted to try something. The first lesson was not to cook his hands. Casting a shield to protect them he walked towards the corpses forming a single blazing orb between his palms about the size of a soccer ball. Devon watched as it grew in brightness and intensity. “What are you doing?” Devon yelled over the roar of the blazing orb. “I’m keeping the size down while increasing its strength, stand back.” “That isn’t what I meant, what are you doing with a fireball?” “Isn’t it obvious, toasting goblins. We can’t just leave them out here, other goblins might find them, which make us enemies and I don’t particularly want to see some wild animal running around with a half-melted goblin head,” explained Mat as Devon put his hand over his mouth trying not to throw up. He just waved Mat on as he moved back about 50 yards towards the camp. Mat continued walking towards the corpses. When he reached the goblins, he suspended the orb about three feet above the ground and removed his hands. It floated there. He rushed back to where Devon was and pulled him behind a tree as he muttered the word to break the containment. With a thunderous whoosh, the detonation replaced the night with a sea of light sending out shockwaves across the tundra as animals stampeded in fear. When finally, the night dimmed Devon glanced around the trunk they’d hidden behind and screamed as he raced towards the spreading fire yelling an incantation. He’d not tested this spell and had no idea how it worked, but then that seemed to be the theme of the evening. As he chanted the humidity slowly increased, and his skin grew moist. He could sense it, the pressure building, pressing in on all sides, he couldn’t see the clouds forming overhead but noticed the stars slowly disappearing. Then the night turned silent and with an almost imperceptible pop rain began to pour down upon the 100-foot diameter blaze which was quickly spreading across the grassland. He increased the power of the spell causing the downpour to flood the area until finally the last embers of the fire went out. Together they walked to the center of the burned-out area where the charred remains of the two goblins lay. All that was left were bones; even those were nothing but coal. Mat looked over with his eyebrows raised, “Okay, maybe just a bit too much energy. Hey, how was I supposed to know?” “Too much energy! You think…” Devon barked as he started laughing. “Can I make one suggestion moving forward? Let's only practice spells like that when we’re traveling and not in a town. Far away…far, far away…from any civilized area.” “Probably a good idea. I think that’s why they gave use the cave and a way to get back to it. They don’t want us burning down the planet either,” added Mat as he walked around the muddy epicenter. “Wow, that was a hell of a thing.” Walking around as well, Devon added, “ya think.” When they made it back to camp Devon plopped down on his bedroll, “That spell wore me out, I’m exhausted.” “I can imagine, the mana it must’ve taken to summon a weather event. Christ, that was incredible,” exclaimed Matsugo as he fell back on his pack. Together they sat in silence until Devon asked, “Ok, now what? As I recall you’re the party leader, so what are we doing boss?” “Oh sure, I see that becoming a convenient excuse when you want me to make a decision you can later say was a bad idea.” “Now that we have that straight, what's the plan, Stan?” Rolling his eyes, Mat made a scene of deep thought, tapping his chin with a finger. “I guess we go back home, home meaning the cave. Collect our stuff and head to the city they mentioned. As I recall, it’s only a two-day walk. We’ll need to keep our eyes open; they did say we’d be tested though this might’ve been the test, who knows. When we get to town, we find an Inn, get a room and go from there.” Mildly impressed Devon says, “Anything else, you seem to have thought this through?” “Oh yea, and get falling down drunk, hell, maybe even get you laid. We can take that thing out for a test drive and see if you can get it to work.” “Now that's a plan I can get on top of,” answered Devon as they both started laughing. They ate a light dinner as the sky started to show pink off into the distance. Devon, with barely enough energy, cast the ignoring spell around their camp as they both collapsed into their sleeping bags. They were relieved when they woke around noon to see the spell had worked and they hadn’t been disturbed. Rested and more optimistic the spent the next few hours swimming, discussing and often discarding various plans and ideas. As the sun started to sink towards the mountains the encounter with the goblins began to grow heavy on their minds. Not so much in a bad way, just the continued realization of what their new lives entailed. With little more than a glance the two friends agreed it was time to return to the cave. Read the full article

#D&D #Fantasy #GayMale #LGBTQ #LITRPG

[ladyoftheshrimp]

Is this where we leave prompts? Ok, here goes. Newt helps find Percival, obv, and because of that and other reasons idk he falls for Newt but is worried Newt won't reciprocate. In the meantime, Newt gets a stalker escalating from photos to stealing clothes to leaving threatening notes etc. Plot twist, it's an Id personality that developed to protect Percival following his capture and it refuses to not have Percival with the man who saved them. Idk kill me.

This is indeed the right place to leave prompts nonnie! And I would never kill someone who brings such an interesting prompt my way! I can only hope I did it justice.

All My Heart And Half My Mind

Forming any sort of relationship or friendship after Grindelwald was not just difficult, it was nigh on impossible. Percival found himself second guessing intentions, seeing the worst in everyone, their kindness was something they could hold over him only to rip away when he finally felt lulled into an almost comfort. The healers encouraged him to make friends outside of the workplace or at least outside of his department. It wasn’t good for anyone to be seen as boss first then acquaintance second. That never made for an equal, balanced friendship. So, despite his misgivings, Percival tried. He made himself vulnerable by not just making small talk but also suggesting shared coffees with various people. At lunchtimes he sat in the canteen, at first by himself then he asked if he could join tables. It was hard going, sometimes it was impossible. Rarely though it paid off. A regular recurrence in his day to day life was Newt. The man always seemed happy to see him, had time to spare no matter what was going on around them and was a well of patience as Percival stumbled through social niceties.

It was just as well neither of them were very well suited to small talk. Once they bumbled through that and both flushed in embarrassment at how badly they were doing, confessed that perhaps that wasn’t their forte, it became so much easier. Newt sat with him during lunch times, accompanied him on his walks home, brought him coffee when Percival himself didn’t have time to grab one between meetings. Their friendship was easy, it was perfect. And it was all too easy for Percival to start feeling like he wanted more. He never dared overstep the boundaries of their friendship. Fear of losing Newt far outweighed the potential additional happiness of not just treasuring his friendship but also having him as a very willing bed mate. So Percival quietly settled in to pine from a distance and enjoy the company Newt was willing to offer him.

There were flowers on Newt’s desk one morning. It made Percival frown and Newt looked just as flustered. The note was a simple “you look beautiful today” and they agreed that perhaps it was meant for someone else but the delivery had been to the wrong desk. Newt brushed it off, admitted he was a little relieved as he didn’t think he could engage in any kind of relationship with someone who wouldn’t approach him face to face. Incident forgotten, they went out for a later dinner and parted ways for their respective homes after a good meal.

A few days later a box of Newt’s favourite chocolates waited for him on his desk.

“Your smile outshines the sun Newt.”

The note left no doubt as to who the intended recipient was this time. Newt sent the box of chocolates to be tested for all manner or poisons and potions. Once it had been given the all clear he offered the chocolates to the department but refused to have any himself. That evening before he left Newt left a note on his table. In it he thanks his anonymous benefactor for the chocolates and flowers but asked that they stop because it wasn’t making Newt feel comfortable or safe.

The gifts stopped after that and Newt relaxed a little. His time was taken up by work, his creatures and the little time he could spare on his friendships. One evening he was out with Tina, Queenie and Jacob. They were sharing a wonderful meal filled with stories, tales of mishaps and ridiculous accomplishments. Newt returned home warm and happy.

The next day, just before lunchtime a pigeon landed on his desk, a letter tied to its leg. Curious, Newt thanked the pigeon for its delivery and took the letter. His frown deepened when he saw that inside was a photo or him laughing. It was zoomed in, only his face visible but the blur in the background looked like Tina. The picture was from the night before. Newt’s blood ran cold as he flipped the picture.

“That smile is mine, don’t waste it on anyone else.”

Scared and at a loss as to what to do Newt did the only thing he could think of. He hurried to Percival who took one look at the photo and message before barking out orders. Within minutes the department was on full alert, Newt was to be escorted to and from home, his house was to be protected by spells which would alert the department if anyone broke through them. At lunch Percival offered to spend if with Newt regardless of everything else and relieved, Newt accepted.

There were no more photos for a while and people relaxed. Until a few weeks later a pigeon landed on Newt’s desk again. The envelope held another photo with the word “you” stamped on the back. It was a picture of Newt smiling as an auror escorted him home. Another pigeon landed the next day, again a photo of Newt, this time in his kitchen window watering his plants, the back of the photo said “are”. When the third pigeon showed up, Newt opened it with Percival and the aurors gathered around him. His hands were shaking. A slew of photographs spilled from the envelope. Or Newt smiling, laughing, reading, shopping. Each picture had the word “mine” written boldly and fiercely in thick black pen on its back.

The aurors doubled their efforts. They never let Newt out of their sight, Percival was all but stuck to him. Still, when Newt came in without his usual scarf and a pout people looked at him warily.

“I’m sure I just left it somewhere,” Newt reassured everyone as he searched for his scarf. It was such a shame he’s misplaced it, it held so many memories. The scarf was nowhere to be found and Newt resigned himself to having to get a new one. He didn’t dare wear the one that turned up on his desk a few days later. A very fine silk scarf with a red trim. It was obviously expensive, the decorative box it had come in made no allusions about it either. But nobody saw who had put the box on his desk, much like the pigeons couldn’t be traced. They came from all over the city and held no clues to the identity of Newt’s stalker.

“I want you to move desks, come work at the spare on with the aurors,” Percival suggested, “you could even borrow my desk if you’d like, just until this is all resolved.”

Newt nodded, subdued by the unwanted attention he was getting. He moved his things to his new desk which was directly opposite Percival’s door. The man stopped closing his office since his return so he kept an eye on Newt and his desk at all times.

The soft knock on Percival’s door had him lifting his head in surprise. Newt stood in the doorway with a cup of coffee.

“Looked like you could use it,” Newt offered and Percival took it with a heartfelt thanks. He watched Newt whose eyes roamed the office until his eyes caught on something.

“There it is!” he cried and dove for the box on Percival’s shelf. The corner of his scarf peeked out and Newt crowed with delight as he wrapped it around his neck.

“You  must have left it here the other week. Perhaps the cleaning staff moved it out of the way,” Percival said as he eyed Newt.

“Thanks Percy,” Newt’s smile was wide as he ran his fingers over and over his scarf. The nickname made something deep in Percival’s chest echo warmth and pleasure.

The next morning Newt came in, eyes red as though he’d been crying. He clutched a note in his hand as he marched through the aurors.

“I do not like being told no. Wear your new scarf or your creatures will suffer.”

It was written on the back of a photo - Newt, asleep in his bed. If the circumstances had been different Percival would have taken a moment to admire Newt’s bare form, modesty only covered by a blanket. However as it was he could only reassure Newt that they will find the person responsible.

“I want you to move in with me. Just until this all blows over,” he asked Newt and was relieved at the nod he got.

That evening Newt knocked on his door, suitcase in hand, looking haggard. Percival showed him in, gave him a tour of the house. The kitchen, the living room, Percival’s room, Newt’s room, the bathroom.

“What’s that room?” Newt asked curiously as he eyed the closed door. It looked sealed off, the glass above the door covered thick with newspapers.

“I don’t go in there. Not yet anyway. It’s where Grindelwald kept me,” Percival replied and avoided looking at the door. Newt nodded in understanding and left it at that. He knew all too well what it was like to have old wounds prodded at too soon.

Life with Percival was nice, they walked to and from work together, shared the burden of cooking and even found they both liked to read in the evenings. Percival wished Newt could stay with him forever.

The morning they got to work together there was an uproar. The whole department was outside while a select few guarded the door.

“What’s going on?” Percival demanded. When he and Newt were noticed they were ushered into the bullpen. All the tables had been pushed to the side of the room. Photos of Newt covered every surface. Pictures from months ago and even pictures from a few nights ago. There was one single photo on the floor, it was of Newt curled up in his new bed in Percival’s house.

“You cannot escape.”

The words were sprayed onto the floor and each letter was carved around, leaving deep scored marks on the wooden floor. Newt let out a whimper and turned into Percival’s waiting embrace. Cheeks tear stained he left the room with Percival who barked orders at his aurors. He sent Newt ahead to return home with an escort before he left the Woolworth Building not 10 minutes later.

“Newt?” he asked as he pushed through the door. There was no answer save for a light snuffle. He looked at Newt sleeping on his couch and left to get the tea on.

The next day they agreed that Newt would look through the photos to see if there was anything common about them. Whether he could remember anyone in the vicinity that looked suspicious. Percival himself had a rare day off but he walked Newt to MACUSA and returned home.

There were hundreds of photos to look through. Newt sat at his desk despairing as he flicked through one after the other. Next to him Queenie looked through them too, in case she spotted something out of the ordinary. There was a photo of Newt sitting on a park bench. The picture had obviously been taken from behind a bush. However the corner up the picture was darker. It was a finger.

“They’re left handed,” Newt said to Queenie and showed her the photo. That one they set aside. A little while later there was another photo, this time the tip of a well shined shoe glistened in the bottom just before the picture lurched back up at Newt taking a sip of tea at his kitchen table.

“Male,” Queenie concluded, “no woman would wear those shoes.”

“We’re doing very well, aren’t we? A left handed man. That really narrows things down,” Newt grumbled bitterly. He looked at the shoes again. Something about it niggled at the back of his mind. They didn’t get much further after that though and Newt let himself be escorted back home earlier than expected. He pushed to front door open tiredly.

“Percival?” he called but there was no reply. A pair of shiny shoes sat on the rack though so obviously Percival was home. “Percy?”

There was the sound of a door opening and Newt rushed towards it. Percival was stepping out of the locked room Grindelwald had kept him in. There was a smudge of silver across his forearm where his shirt was rolled up.

“You’re early,” he said. The door closed behind him but not before Newt could take a glance into the room. It was bathed in red light and there was what looked like a washing line adorned with pegs running along a wall.

“Percy?” Newt’s voice wobbled. He watched as Percival reached out for him. It was his left hand. Newt took a step back.

“Don’t try to run,” Percival growled harshly, “you’re mine.”

“Percy please, you’re scaring me,” Newt begged as he took another step back.

“You wouldn’t have to be scared if you just did as you’re told,” Percy replied with a snarl, “I don’t like it when what’s rightfully mine tries to leave.”

Tears spilt down Newt’s cheeks and he thumped heavily onto the sofa.

“Please stop this. This isn’t you,” Newt cried.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” Newt sniffled. Percival sat down next to him with a pleased smile.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Newt obediently shook his head. A few minutes passed and Percival looked up at Newt with puzzlement.

“Why are you crying Newt?”

Newt couldn’t reply. He looked at Percival then at the closed door. Decision made he darted to it before Percival could react. The door opened. Percival let out an anguished cry before he was by Newt’s shoulder. The blow and scuffled Newt was expecting never came.

“What in Merlin’s name?” Percival sounded astounded as he looked around. The room was full of pictures of Newt. The small bathing table was full of a solution to develop photos while others were drying on the clothes line. Newt’s favourite bow tie was pinned to the wall next to a photo of Newt staring lovingly at something. Whatever it had been was crossed out with a heavy black marker and a picture of Percival was pinned in its place.

“Newt?” Percival’s voice shook. Newt pushed past him and hurried to the door.

“I’m sorry Percy, I can’t do this. You’re sick, you need help and I’m not the one to give you that,” without another word Newt fled out the door. Percival walked into his living room in a daze, sat on his sofa and buried his hands in his hair. There was nothing left to do nut wait until his aurors came to take him away.

#gramander #newt scamander #percival graves #cw: stalking #cw: mental health

[hotdrinkliam-blog]

she ages like fine wine / hartbig

Hannah has been in love with Grace for 15 years. She confesses in very extreme conditions. 

“I can’t shake off these blues,” Hannah said, putting down her phone. Her roommate, Mamrie looked over from her magazine.

“What’s up, Sprout?” the redhead asked, and Hannah looked at her with a somber expression, which made Mamrie raise her eyebrows in surprise.

“You look like someone died,”

“Yeah, my heart. Probably for the 7000th time in the last few years.”

Mamrie sighed, folding her magazine and putting it away. She got up and headed over to the bar, looking through the bottles. Hannah leaned her head back over the side of the couch, stretching her back and staring at the ceiling in despair.

She was in love. Terrible as it was, it was love. Unrequited. She was in love with her best friend since high school - Grace Helbig. The cheerleader and athlete, the woman that looked even better with every year, she was in love with her. Hannah had tried to show it in many ways, from over the top gifts, to poorly disguised romantic dates, yet Grace didn’t seem to get it at all. And even if she understood, she didn’t mention a thing, didn’t even ask Hannah to stop.

“Here,” Mamrie said, handing Hannah a glass of wine. “Spill it all out. Your feelings, I mean.”

“It’s Grace.”

Mamrie rolled her eyes and Hannah just nodded. When wasn’t it Grace?

“God, have you seen her? That woman…”

“I see her every other day and you do too. There is a picture of all three of us right in this room. Let’s assume I have seen her, Hannah.”

“No, not like that. We’ve known her for years and… She ages like the fine wine that I’ll be drowning my sorrows in.”

“For fucks sake, Hannah.” Mamrie said, taking a sip from her glass and sighing in annoyance. “Just talk to her for once. “

“I can’t!” Hannah exclaimed, waving her arms, despair on her face and a wine stain on the floor.”Oh, oops. I’ll clean it up.” “Later. Explain to me, why you can’t go up to her and talk things out like an adult? Because you’ve been acting like an infatuated ninth grader who thinks they’ll never see the classmate they have a crush on after graduation. You’re 30, not 15.”  

“Don’t remind me about that,” Hannah sighed, taking a sip. Mamrie had described exactly what had happened 15 years ago, when they all still went to school. She would sit on the bleachers, watching Grace train for some state-wide competition.

“It’s been 15 years, Hannah, and not even once have you tried to talk to her about it.”

“She’s… she’s always said she’s straight, so how could I? I thought about asking her to prom, but she had a guy back then, so I obviously couldn’t. Do you even remeber prom?”

“Don’t remind me. Jersey girls and make-up…” Mamrie gave Hannah a look, and they both laughed.

“But seriously, just talk to her. She’s single now. Even if she says no, you’ll at least finally have closure and will be able to begin moving on. You’ve gone through enough problems because of this. Now, finish that wine and go to sleep.”

“I guess… I guess you’re right, Mamrie.”

The next morning Mamrie left for work, reminding Hannah to get her shit together and call Grace. Hannah said she would, but truth be told, she was scared to death of the thought. She knew Grace had recently broken up with her boyfriend, the name of whom Hannah hadn’t even bothered to remember, to think about him less and not be so jealous. Revealing her feelings now seemed kind of tactless, but if she didn’t, Mamrie would probably kick her out of the house for a week or two.

Hannah spent a hour cooking up veggie burgers, drinking scotch like usual, when her phone ringed. It was Grace. Hannah’s breath hitched and she could feel her heart skip a beat. She picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hannah, you have to help me!” Grace pleaded, her voice muffled and disorted by heavy breathing.

“What- What’s wrong, Grace? Are you okay?”

“It’s my ex, he’s gone completely mad. He’s been stalking me for weeks and I’m afraid to even go out of my house. And now his car stopped across the street from my house. I can see him sitting there and staring at my door. I’m afraid to go outside, Hannah.”

“Call the cops!”

“I can’t! What if he gets rid of them and then comes right to me and,” Grace sniffled, “I don’t want to die, Hannah.”

“Okay, okay, Grace. Keep your door locked, pack a bag of necessities. I’m going to call Naomi and arrange you to stay in her place, okay?”

Grace just sniffled in answer. Hannah reassured her one more time before dropping the call. She shot a quick text to Mamrie explaining the situation, then called her sister, Naomi, who agreed to help in a heartbeat.

Grabbing a paper bag, she shoved in the veggie burgers inside and put them on the kitchen counter. Driving to Naomi would take a good 8 hours and they couldn’t afford to stop for more than five minutes anywhere if Grace’s stalker would even think of following them. She headed towards the door, but when she put her hand on the doorknob, she remembered something.

Baseball bat.

She hurried to the closet to grab the bat, hoping, that she wouldn’t actually have to use it, but if that fucker would even think of harming Grace, Hannah wouldn’t hesitate to deck him right in the face.

She finally got out of the house and without hesitation got in the car and speeded off to Grace’s place. There was only one car on the street - it must have been him, everyone else at this time was at work. She stopped right in front of Grace’s door, turning the car in a way so the passenger side would be adjacent to the door. Hannah got out, holding the baseball bat and nonchalantly looked around, glaring at the other car before walking to Grace’s door and knocking.

“Who’s there?” a shakey voice asked from the other side.

“It’s me, Hannah. You ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Quick, come, get in the car.”

Grace came out, a sports bag hanging from her shoulder. Hannah took a moment to appreciate the woman. Pale ash hair, lips like cooling embers in a fireplace, attentive eyes the tone of pine bark, face carved in cream colored marble. God, Hannah was in love. But her scared expression broke Hannah’s heart. She had to get her away from this place, bring a smile to her once again.

“You have everything you need?” Hannah asked, while Grace was locking the door. Grace nodded in answer and practially ran over to the car, getting in. The other woman didn’t hesitate to follow.

“Goose is at Chester’s, I told him I need him to take care of her for a couple more days at least. I don’t want to burden him with this right now. My ex shouldn’t be defending me from another ex.”

“I mean, we could always use a bit of muscle, but it’s your choice.”

“I’m happy that he still likes me enough to take care of Goose, I don’t want to push my luck.”

Hannah just nodded, starting the engine and speeding away from the house. She didn’t have to wait long for Grace’s alarmed voice to announce that her ex was following them.

“How do we lose him?”

“I have an idea.” Hannah said, staring to speed up, coming close to the allowed speed limit. The scotch she had drunk earlier wasn’t helping her make smart decisions, right now she just wanted to lose the pursuer.

After several minutes of silence and a fruitless attempt to disappear in side streets, Hannah turned to Grace and began speaking.

“You know, I should have told you this a long time ago,” she started, heart beating faster. She glanced in the side mirror - the other car was still right behind them. She drove out on the highway and pressed the gas pedal, going over the limit. Grace didn’t seem to react to Hannah’s sudden recklesness.

“Mamrie was right. It’s been too long.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I,” Hannah began, but got interrupted by the pursuing car driving into the lane next to them and trying to keep up with them. The man driving had rolled down his window and was yelling something at them. Hannah showed him the middle finger and drove even faster,swerving right and left to get ahead of all the other cars.

“I love you, Grace. And before you say anything, not as a friend, no. I’ve loved you since 9th grade, since you got accepted in the athletics team. I wanted to take you to prom, but you had a boyfriend. I wanted to bring you to New York, but you got there first. I wanted to share a house with you in LA, but you found Chester. I’m not saying it’s your fault, I’m just saying I never took a chance. 15 years I suffered from unrequited love, and…” she made a sharp turn, going off the highway onto some wet dirt road, still speeding. “And I can’t do it anymore. Grace Helbig, I’ve drank a whole wine brewery while crying over you, and I need you to know that.”

Grace stayed silent. She didn’t even look at Hannah. No, her eyes were pinned to the muddy dirt road.

“Grace, say something.” Hannah pleaded, eyes watering. Suddenly, her arms jerked, the steering wheel twisted and they flew off the road, right into a great oak tree.

A crash, a hit, and darkness.

Hannah slowly opened her eyes. The safety pillows filled the car saloon. She tried to push it away, but every part of her body hurt. Slowly, she crawled out of the car. Her vision was constantly changing focus.

Grace...Grace!

She scrambled to her feet as fast as she could, getting over to the passenger side and pulling open the bent door. Grace was laying there, coughing out blood. The older woman slowly turned to Hannah, and, strangely, there was a soft smile on the bloody face.

“Grace, I…”

“Do you really want me that way?” Grace whispered. Hannah’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Hannah just nodded, her vision bluring even more.

“Take my hand.” Grace asked, and Hannah did so, struggling through the pain.

“Hannah, I… I’ve loved you for ages too.”

Hannah let out a loud sob, but quickly got herself together, getting her phone and calling the ambulance. After that, she sat down on the ground right next to Grace, who weakly put her arm in Hannah’s hair. It began raining, and they passed out with the sound of ER sirens nearing them.

#hartbig #hannah hart #mamrie hart #grace helbig #leofics

[shazyloren]

The Dragon Club: Epilogue - Christmas 22′

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12018519/chapters/28961928

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The winter sun rose in the sky as the bedroom was lit up. The little girl in her bed was awakened by this sudden light, her eyes scrunching up as it was brightly gleaning in her room. She was confused for a moment, before her breath caught in her throat and she leapt of the bed in excitement. she saw herself in her little mirror on her small child's desk and saw her own excited reflection looking back at her.

"Santa" She whispered as the brown curly hair which had grown down to her back, messily hung in front of her violet eyes. It was Christmas day; and she'd been so excited for weeks now, wondering what she was going to get, hoping she'd been a good enough girl. It was then, that the large white husky appeared at her bedroom door, sensing she was awake. "Ghost!"

The dog barked quietly, she giggled. She hugged the dog, he hands around the next of it, almost choking him. He whimpered and she let go.

"Ghost it's christmas!" She jumped up and down a little, causing the dog to get excited once more, even if the toddler had just choked him slightly. Even in his older age he still had handfuls of energy."Let's go see what Santa left us!"

The walked through her bedroom door and ran across the landing, her feet pitt-patting on the wooden floor as she excitedly bound over to the stairs. But before she could start her decent now them, she was stopped abruptly by a voice. "Doreah..."

"Y-yes, Daddy?" She mumbled, annoyed that she'd been caught.

"Come here" Feeling embarrassed the little girl slowly made way to her Mummy and Daddy's room. She opened the door the rest of the way and peered inside. Sat up in bed was both of them, Daddy with a raised eyebrow and Mummy with a small smirk on her face. Doreah was confused; why were they still in bed? It was Christmas, they needed to be opening presents.

"Wassamatter?" The little girl asked.

"Were you going to open your presents without us?" Mummy asked. Doreah felt her face flush red. She hid her face from them. She was instantly caught off guard, as her Daddy swept her off of her feet into his arms. She giggled furiously.

"I sorry" She said between the tickling she was receiving.

"It's okay, come on, let's go downstairs" So they all travelled downstairs, Ghost jumping the last few steps in the most excitement, and went into the living room which had been decorated with a red and gold theme. Doreah's face lit up as she saw a pile of presents taller than she was; she began to jump up and down furiously. She then saw a small pile of three presents off to the side. She looked at the picture, dog bones.

"Ghost, these are for you!" She nearly screamed causing Ghost to jump on the sofa in excitement. Daddy sighed all while Mummy had got the video camera out, laughing loudly too at the excitement of it all.

The next few hours were filled with various screams and cries of happiness in the presents she'd received. Books and pens and toys and clothes and shoes. Ghost had got a new collar and some Dog treats and Mummy and Daddy had given each other some jewellery and some new shirts and socks. "Jon can you just go grab that other thing for me"

Doreah turned to see Daddy disappear, Jon? Oh, Daddy's name she wasn't allowed to call him by. She shrugged and went back to looking at all her other new toys, she also put Ghost's new collar on, a deep red to match his eyes. He was a strange dog to have red eyes. Greywind, Uncle Robb's dog had grey eyes. Looking at her new clothes, she heard her father come back. "Doreah, look"

She turned and flt the biggest smile appear on her face. "A kitty?"

"Yes, she's called Luna" Daddy passed the tiny black kitten over to her, the eyes a bright blue in amongst her raven black fur.

"BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!"

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Jon was exhausted, why had he volunteered to cook for all the Stark's and Targaryens? He, Daenerys, Doreah, Father, Catelyn, Robb, Talisa, Lyanna, Sansa, Margaery, Gendry, Arya, Lyra, Bran, Meera, Rickon, Rhaegar, Elia, Rani, Aggy, Rhaella and Aerys. Oh and possibly Viserys if his flight made it on time. He was thankful he's got a range oven, although he wasn't sure that'd be enough room. He'd worked out his timings and calculations and as the Turkey was now done, he whacked the oven up and prepared it for the Yorkshire puddings.

"It's crazy out there" Daenerys sighed as she came into the kitchen, the noise of the entire family behind them. "Bran's telling Rani about his conspiracy of us never actually landing on the moon"

Jon rolled his eyes. "My brother never knows when to shut it does he?"

"Well he's using the fact he correctly guess the gender of the first three Stark babies as an excuse, 'I was right about this, I'm definitely right about us not landing on the moon'. It's quite fascinating" She giggled as she smooched her husband, her hands in his hair. They broke apart, smiles galore on their faces. "Mmm, is everyone gone yet? I'd like to have my husband all to myself"

"Unfortunately no" He moaned. "Stop distracting me I'm trying to make sure this dinner goes off without a hitch"

"Yes, chef" She laughed as she got up on the counter and tried to tease him. He just rolled his eyes. "Would you like me to wear the apron later on? Nothing else?"

Jon dropped his mixing bowl onto the floor. "Daenerys..." He warned her. "You're lucky i just poured the mixture into the tin, that would've gone everywhere"

"What a shame" She cackled. Jon, feeling the heat, put the mixing bowl on the side and crossed over her to take her into his mouth. His hands found her waistband and began undoing her jeans. "Jon, we can't, not here!"

"No one will hear us, y'know?" He said wiggling his eyebrows. "Are you afraid we'll get caught?"

"Shut up and fuck me" She growled as her mouth took his again. It was risky, but they were both so overwhelmed with lust they just had too.

Daenerys reach for Jon's belt buckle and undone them with a speed she'd never worked at before. Her knees came upto her chest as she was on the edge of the kitchen counter, her jeans flung off on the opposite side of the room. She feels exposed, knowing that someone could walk in any second. "Mmm, Daenerys"

"Oh, Jon" She whispered quietly. He moved her panties to one side and swiftly entered her while she was on the edge of the counter. She let out a small cry, trying to be so careful as not to say anything too loudly. He waitd a few seconds, so they could get their position properly, before starting his motions, slamming in and out of her. "Mmm, yes"

"You like that" He grunts as he can feel he's losing himself already. After having a child a lot of the romance had left but there were moments like now, where they just had to have each other. And now, being in the kitchen while their entire family are here was one of them. "Oh fuck"

"Jon, yes, yes, yes, oh god yes" She cried, quite loudly as she tightened around him, her slick sex desperately trying to keep Jon inside her. Jon felt his whole body shake and soon enough they both came together.

Feeling slightly exposed, they quickly cleaned up and redressed themselves, thankful no one came in. Jon would be an idiot to not think that someone may have heard something, and as he tried to hear the people in the next room, he could tell it was a little quiet. As they checked each other over, they thought they looked good.

Opening the door to the living room from the Kitchen, everyone turned to look at them. Jon side-eyed Daenerys who had gone very red. No one said anything.

Well, Arya did.

"Dirty buggers"

Jon felt sheepish

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Daenerys watched her husband throughout the rest of the day, they were currently sat eating desert, an english trifle that Jon's mother as particularly fond of, according to Ned, anyways. Her father, wiped his mouth and turned to Jon. "Excellent food as usual, Jon"

"Thank you, sir" Jon said with a nod of the head, finishing his own mouthful before wiping his hands. He stood up and began to gather the plates up.

"Jon, boy. You've been married to my daughter for four years you can call me Aerys" He cackled. Jon just meekly smiled before taking everyone's plates away. "Boy, we'll wash up. You've cooked it all, there's no need for you to clean too"

"Thanks Aerys, but it's not necessary" Jon tried to protest. It was at this that the doorbell rang. Viserys. Daenerys leapt up off of the seat and was racing down the hallway, Luna hid underneath the side table, scared of how many people were present. she grabbed the handle and yanked it open.

There he was, stood with his hair fashioned like Rhaegar's usually is, in a bun. It must've got long. His violet iris' held a twinkle in them and he was smiling. She was glad he could make it. He'd been working so hard now he'd taken over the company his father passed onto him that she hadn't expected him to turn up. But not only did he turn up, he brought someone with him.

Turning to see a small, brown haired girl (a difference from his usual blonde bimbos), she took in her appearance. Yes this was not Viserys usual type, something was off about it. Maybe he was in love. Daenerys had to cackled to herself, Viserys was never in love, was he? "Dear brother"

"Sweet sister" He smiled and hugged her. They broke apart. "This is Lucy, she's a new intern at Targaryen Corp. She didn't have anywhere to go to this christmas so I offered for her to come over here, if we finished in time"

"It's wonderful to meet you Lucy" Daenerys smiled and gave her a hug. That was so.. unexpected of her brother. She was so glad he'd given up all the drugs and alcohol that was slowly killing him. He was 37 months sober now, just over three years. They had a better relationship now than they ever had growing up and she'd began to care for him almost as much as Rae. Not quite as much, but not far off. "Come on in"

She escorted them in and took their coats. "I hope we're not intruding Sis"

"Don't be silly" She smacked his arm playfully. "I'm afraid we've had dinner, but their will be nibbles later in the evening, and I think Jon saved you some for when you did show up"

"Thank you very much-"

"UNCLE VIZ" There was a loud squawk as Doreah's feet slapped on the wooden floors of the hallway. Even though she saw Rhaegar more often, for some unknown reason she liked viserys more and it baffled Daenerys. It might be to do with the fact he brings her presents and sweets.

"Hello big girl!" He lifted her up into a hug, she giggled like crazy.

"Doreah, Uncle Viz has brought a friend over, this is Lucy" Daenerys introduced her.

"Hello!" She said in a hyper manner.

"Hello sweet thing" Lucy said shyly.

Daenerys understood, she could be very intimidating when you first met her. Even for a three year old she was loud and outspoken. She gave Viserys a glance as he was laughing at Doreah's enthusiasm. "Welcome to the madhouse"

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"Hat! Cow! Plant!" Margaery shouted as she tried to guess Gendry's charade.

"How is any of what I did either of those things?" Gendry asked confused.

"I'm not good at this game, Gendry! We play it every christmas and it sucks even worse than the last christmas!" She grumped as Sansa put her head in her hands. It was a good job she loved her, Jon thought.

"Peter Rabbit?" Arya guessed.

"Yes!" There was a clapping, they were scholars at this game. "Don't feel bad Margaery, it's better than playing monopoly with him, he gets very angry at that"

"That's because last time you tried to make a deal with Bran against me!" He grumbled, folding his arms. There was chuckling as everyone remembered this moment. Arya had promised to give Bran all her properties if he didn't make any deals with Gendry. "Stupid property game"

"Well I would suggest Twister but I think everyone is a little too drunk for that" Sansa mused, sipping her wine as she spoke. The living room was packed. Everyone was in little groups. The kids were sat watching a Christmas film in the corner while the grandparents all chatted on the other side, leaving the grownups in the middle to entertain themselves with party games.

"I could go for some twister" Lucy laughed. Daenerys thought it would actually be funny to do so. She looked at Jon whose head fell in his hand.

For the next hour they played several rounds of twister, it getting more and more hilarious as it went on. Bran it turned out, had no balance at all, he nearly squashed Meera's foot as he fell after just two moves. The best as it were, ended up being Rhaegar who for a man in his mid forties was still fit from his army days. He did not fall once, not matter who went against him. Daenerys and Jon had just giving up, preferring to have a little smooch on the mat instead.

"For goodness sake guys" Elia had laughed. She had decided to be the spin master, as she had drank an incredible amount of wine. It was Viserys and Lucy's turn next and while Daenerys knew Viz to be strong, she was secretly hoping this Lucy kicked his butt. She wasn't disappointed. Her brother had talked the talk but when he fell after four moves and Lucy was still standing there was a murmur throughout the group.

"So much for being the twister master" lucy said in a very competitive manner. She then froze. "I'm not going to get fired for emasculating you am I? I'm sorry I'm better than you at twister"

Viz just slouched back into his chair. Jon snuggled up to Daenerys who in turn laid her head on his shoulder, the blanket started coming out then, it was getting colder. Arya poked the fire and put some more coal on it, bringing the almost extinct fire back to life, heat immediately filling the room. "Stupid twister"

"Don't worry, you're still the champion at Scrabble" Daenerys had laughed.

"Pfft, scrabble is easy" He scoffed.

Daenerys just rolled her eyes. Oh how these Stark/Targaryen christmases go. Someone always gets upset at losing a game.

This year, it was Margaery and Viserys.

"Guys, look!" Meera spoke as she was stood by the window. They all looked to see white. "It's snowing!"

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The doors to the patio open, immediately filling Daenerys bones with a chill that reminded her of aspen. Very cold, in other words. But all the family had put their shoes on and were gathered on the decking to watch as the snow fell. Small and large flakes gracefully fell from the night sky, settling on the bone dry grass and mud of the garden. "It's beautiful"

They stayed silent as they all watched the snow falling in different patterns and shapes. It was almost peaceful, serene. And it was a perfect ending to another successful Christmas between the two houses. Daenerys noted that Lucy had huddled next to Viz for warmth, the children were all sharing a blanket too. This could not be a more perfect day. Well, tomorrow may top it. Given it was Jon's birthday. A boxing day baby. Not that he liked it.

"I guess nows a better time than any" Bran spoke, leaving everyone confused. But as he took Meera's hand and walked with her into the snowy garden it was clear what was happening. Catelyn looked like she was about to spontaneously combust with excitement. Everyone took in a deep breath.

"Meera, we've been friends since we were in first grade" He started, Meera was already tearing up. "You've put up with a lot from me over the years, my conspiracy theories" Everyone laughed. "My tantrums, my inability to contain myself around dogs" What? "But you've done it nonetheless. I have been in love with you for over ten years, and today, I thought it was time to ask you a pretty big question"

He bent down on one knee, everyone had tears in their eyes. He pulled out a velvet box and opened it. Daenerys couldn't see the ring from here but she doubted it wasn't anything too flashy, Meera didn't like all that.

"Meera Reed, will you do me the honour, of becoming my wife?" Bran asked. Meera didn't even give him time she said yes and began bawling. There was a loud celebration as he put the ring on her finger and they kissed. She immediately came running to the deck saying she was freezing her tits off and needed to be warm.

It wasn't long after this beautiful moment that everyone started leaving. Jon sent everyone off with leftover turkey to have whenever not before they all wished him happy birthday as it had gone past midnight.

Daenerys took Doreah upstairs to bed, tucking her in and kissing her forehead. Luna the cat, sensing everyone had left, followed them and sat on the end of the bed. "See, she likes you already"

"Of course she does" Doreah giggled. Daenerys giggled at her daughter's confidence.

Just as she closed the bathroom door, she heard Jon giving Ghost some turkey before turning the light off downstairs. Now would be the best time to do it, you've only had two glasses of wine, you'll be fine. Daenerys thought.

She went into their bedroom and grabbed the box from her bedside table before scurrying off to the ensuite bathroom. She turned the light on and locked the door. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her jeans and panties down before opening the box and testing the pregnancy test out of it. Sitting on the loo, she weed on the stick. It was awkward, she hated doing these. Finishing and cleaning up she placed the stick on the side. She needed to wait a minute.

Brushing her teeth, she heard her husband enter their bedroom. "Dany?"

"Just a second" She called after spitting the toothpaste out once she'd finished.

Rip it off, it's just like a bandaid. Rip it off.

She glanced at the stick... Two lines.

Happy birthday, Jon, she thought.

She was going to have another baby. Calming herself she unlocked the door and walked out to the bed with the stick in her hand. Jon was getting changed on his side of the bed, his clothes being exchanged for Christmas jammies. "Err, Jon"

"Yes, my love" He said as his shirt came over his head and covered his beautiful torso.

"Surprise" She said holding the stick up. He turned around. His face, frozen for a second, was one of complete and utter ecstasy.

"For real?" He walked round the bed and looked at the test.

"For real" She felt elated. "Happy birthday, hubby"

He kissed her with a deep intensity. Christmas 22' had been the best one yet.

#jon snow #daenerys targaryen #jon x dany #jon x daenerys #jon x dany fanfic #jonerys #jonerys fanfic #got #game of thrones #au #modern au #Modern Setting #the dragon club

[anirrahn]

stress test

For @stuffedart based on their lovely art right here~ <3 I hope you’re feeling a little better today, friendo!! *hugs*

Title — stress test Characters — Papyrus & Sans (Underfell AU Skelebros) Wordcount — 1660 Summary — Sometimes, no matter how much you do, no matter how hard you work, it just doesn't seem like it's enough.

--- Alternate Link: AO3 ---

It’s a rare day that his brother comes home quietly.

That’s not to say that his brother is incapable of being quiet—though sometimes it’s a matter of debate—but Papyrus is always a force to be reckoned with no matter what he does. He cooks with zest, he cleans with vigor, he fights with intensity and he enters a room in a way that makes all heads turn and look.

So, it’s saying something that Sans doesn’t notice that Papyrus is home until he sees his brother’s shoes set neatly by the door.

He blinks at them, bewildered. He’d gotten up only a minute ago to go get a snack from the kitchen and it seemed like Papyrus had not only silently entered into their home in the meantime, but wordlessly went upstairs as well. Sans frowns.

That’s unlike him.

With concern welling in his soul, Sans puts his snacks down onto the couch—Papyrus’ll probably be upset about the mess later—and heads up the stairs.

The door to his brother’s room is ajar.

He knocks anyway, “Pap?”

When his brother doesn’t answer, Sans cracks the door open a little wider only to see his brother sitting hunched up at the edge of his bed, staring down at his feet. The lights are off, only the artificial daylight reflecting off the snow and coming in through his window there to offer any illumination at all. He steps into the room slowly, ready to leave if his brother asks him to, but Papyrus remains silent.

“Papyrus?” Sans calls out, “You okay?”

Still, Papyrus doesn’t respond and Sans has to bite down his steadily increasing worry. He approaches his brother cautiously, an anxious feeling threatening to overtake him in the silence. Once he gets close enough, he puts a hand on Papyrus’s shoulder and meets no resistance. He peers down at his brother’s face. He stops cold.

Papyrus is crying.

“Fuck, bro, what happened?”

And at last there’s a reaction.

Papyrus shakes his head and sniffles, a hand coming up to wipe away at his tears, “It’s nothing.”

“Boss, come on,” Sans jokes, taking a seat next to him, “You really expect me to believe that the Great and Terrible Papyrus is crying over nothing?”

His brother doesn’t even give him a pity laugh. Instead, it seems like he only folds further into himself, uncharacteristically eager to make himself seem small. Sans feels his soul ache.

“Bro, please. Just tell me.”

“It’s hard to explain.” Papyrus croaks.

“So’s theoretical physics,” he quips, “But that’s never kept me from droning on about it anyways.”

And Papyrus doesn’t smile at that either, but he uncoils a little from the ball he’s trying to make himself into. That’s still a win in Sans’ book. He shifts closer to his brother, leaning a little into his side.

“Hey… you know I’m here for you, right?”

After a moment, Papyrus leans a little back onto him.

“I’m just… so tired, Sans.”

Sans holds back his automatic urge to tell his brother to take a nap.

This isn’t about sleep—not really.

This close, Sans can recognize a weary weight in his brother’s posture that reads exhausted on a much more familiar level.

“What brought this on…?” He whispers.

“Nothing, really…” At Sans’ skeptical look, Papyrus sighs, “Just caught some kids today. They were stealing from the innkeeper.”

“What? What’s she got that a kid would want?”

“Cinnabuns,” Papyrus says, browbones furrowing, “From her sister.”

“Oh.”

He waits for Papyrus to continue but he doesn’t. It’s fine though. Sans has already pieced together what this is about.

“… were they orphans?”

Papyrus shrinks down again and Sans knows that it’s because this whole encounter hits a little too close to home, “Maybe. They were certainly dirty enough for it… and no one came to their rescue when I scared them straight, so…”

“You yelled at ‘em?”

“Yeah.”

“Probably made ‘em apologise too, huh?”

“Yeah…”

“And then what?”

Papyrus looks up at him, finally making eye contact. His sockets are still brimming with unshed tears and his whole face looks wrecked with fatigue, “What do you mean?”

“After you did your whole guard shtick,” Sans says, “What did you do?”

“I…” Papyrus looks away again, “I-I took them to the shopkeeper.”

“What for?”

His brother flushes, “To… buy them cinnabuns…”

And there are a hundred things Sans can say here—a hundred things he wants to say. Because they’ve been those kids before. Because they’ve grown up. Because his brother is still kind and warm and deserving of the best things life deigns to give them.

It’s hard to sum all that up in a few words though, and he struggles to find the right words.

“You’re a good person, Pap.” He whispers, quiet but no less earnest.

Papyrus leaps to his feet, “That sort of thing doesn’t matter!”

The tears are freely flowing down his face now, frustration losing the battle to age old sorrow and Papyrus’s expression twisting into something wobbly and uncertain. His whole form is trembling, his magic flickering in static-y wisps off of him as his emotions become too difficult to contain. Sans watches on silently.

“What good is all of this, Sans? What good have I brought into the world when I’m so fucking caught up in being selfish?”

Sans frowns, “You’re not selfish, bro.”

“What else would you call it?” Papyrus demands, “How long have I been a guard, Sans? How long have I been in a position to help kids like them but done nothing more than what was necessary to keep us safe?”

“Papyrus, you can’t be everywhere at once,” Sans pacifies, voice firm, “No one person can fix the whole world. Even you have limits.”

“That’s what makes it worse!” Papyrus’s shoulders slump, defeated. He looks shaky and Sans reflexively stands up in case he needs to catch his brother from dropping to his knees, “What… what can I even do? I could work all day and not even make a dent in the corruption plaguing the Underground. Nothing’s changed from when we were kids, brother. Innocent monsters are still suffering and I’m…”

Papyrus wraps his arms around himself, gaze off to the side and cheekbones wet with tears.

He shivers, “I-I’m so tired of it, Sans. I’m tired of feeling so hopeless.”

Sans is reaching out towards his brother before he even thinks.

Papyrus chokes on a sob as Sans puts his arms around his brother’s waist and pulls him in close, face pressed to his chest. He can feel Papyrus shake a little harder, his tears dripping down onto his skull. He squeezes tighter, hugging his brother till Papyrus brings his own arms around Sans and grips desperately onto his jacket.

“It’s not—it’s not hopeless, Pap,” Sans says and his brother’s phalanges tremble where they hold onto him. It makes his soul hurt and he stumbles through his racing thoughts, trying to console his brother over an issue that he himself has been suffering with for ages, “Sometimes I also feel like—b-but that doesn’t mean—you can’t—you shouldn’t think like that, bro.”

Papyrus doesn’t call him out on his stuttering, just clenches his sockets shut, expression pained, “I-I feel so… I’m just so useless, I-I—”

And that, at least, Sans has a solid answer for, “You’re not useless, Papyrus. Do you have any idea how amazing you are?”

His brother shakes his head, “Sans, I’m—”

“If it wasn’t for you, I’d never get to work on time,” Sans starts and, despite himself, a smile works its way onto his face, “If it wasn’t for you, I’d sleep the entire day away.”

Papyrus’s grip on him tightens further.

Sans bounds on, “I’d hardly ever clean. I wouldn’t bother to leave the house. The only time I would, it’d probably be to go drinking at Grillby’s. And what would happen after I inevitably passed out there, huh? I’d have no one to carry me home.”

“Sans…”

“You’re not useless, Pap. I need you,” he backs away a little from his brother then, pokes a finger meaningfully at the Delta Rune on Papyrus’s uniform, “And I doubt I’m the only one who feels that way.”

Papyrus sniffles, tears still in his eyes but a watery, half-smile working its way onto his face as well, “So, that’s all I’m good for, huh? Picking up after you?”

“Nah, it’s less that and more like there’s no task too small for the Great and Terrible Papyrus.”

His brother lets out a startled bark of a laugh, tears spilling over as a true smile stretches across his teeth. Sans smiles back, warm, and Papyrus pulls him in for another hug. They lean into each other, quiet and close, his brother’s head resting on top of his and Sans’ against his chest. When Papyrus pulls away again, he’s looking a little steadier; his eyelights a little clearer.

“I’m sorry for making such a spectacle of myself over nothing.”

“Well, I mean, you are pretty spectacular so…”

Papyrus huffs in exasperation, rolling his eyelights, “Don’t be an asshole, I’m trying to show my gratitude.”

Sans laughs, “It’s fine, bro. Just come downstairs and watch some bad TV with me, yeah?”

“Okay,” Papyrus says, wiping the last of the tears from his face, “I’ll get the refreshments.”

“Not necessary, Boss. I got you covered.”

His brother eyes him suspiciously, “… don’t tell me you dumped snacks all over our couch again.”

“Alright, I won’t tell you.”

“Sans! We have trays for a reason!!”

He winks at his brother and takes his hand, pulling him out of the room with a grin on his face, “Hey, ‘no task too small’, right?”

“Ugh, I hate you.”

Sans squeezes his brother’s hand affectionately, “Love you too, bro.”

And when Papyrus squeezes his hand right back, following him down the stairs, there’s a pulse of happiness in his soul. Suddenly, the world seems just a little less hopeless.

#undertale #underfell #skelebros #fellbros #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #hug your fave artists!! #appreciate them!! #;') #words

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Very truly I tell you, you will weep and mourn while the world rejoices. You will grieve, but your grief will turn to joy. John 16:20 . Death is apart of life. With real tears streaming down my face, I hurt bad. . Forgive me, for I was the one, who thought “he’s only a dog”. Boy was I wrong. He was my 3rd living child, my “fur baby” my son, who I cared for and loved hard for 15 years. Crazy how every song, every sound, even hearing him bark, (at least, I thought I did) Brings my mind to his little face, those eyes, that soft fur. Am I losing my mind? The house seems so quiet, so empty.. so missing Joshie. Missing him waking up, coming over, Licking his lips, ready for breakfast. Ready to catch any crumbs that fall from the dinner table, especially the ones daddy would “accidentally” drop. But he isn’t there. Isn’t there to let “in and out, in and out, in and out” several times a day and then some, wiping his paws on the rug before entering the house after the rain yesterday. Isn’t there to give me his paw shake before giving him his carrot treat. Isn’t there to talk to. To hug, To love. . As you may guess I live life FULL OUT, I Live hard, play hard and I LOVE HARD, so I guess this is why it HURTS HARD.. . I know it will get easier, it has to. . Thankfully I’ve learned to be PRESENT in all circumstances. I can honestly have joy, sincerely smile, laugh and love. I can in the moment, Enjoy my family, enjoy reading, praying, meditating, studying, exercising. I can enjoy cooking, cleaning, working, loving my family, loving my community, loving my coaching clients in the moment. It is sincere, and it is moment by moment. . What I’m learning, is it’s ok to hurt, it ok to cry and in the next breath it’s ok to laugh, to remember and it’s ALL OK. It is what is and it is all good. It’s all Gods grace and his comfort and peace, like no other amidst suffering that is getting me through moment by moment. . It was not Gods intention for us to suffer in this life. It was his intention to walk with us, no pain, no suffering, heaven on earth. To be with him in the garden with him and the animals.. in communion. . because of the fall, things changed (at Shalom Abode) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4z_s7qnFGG/?igshid=i03ekle4wfsz