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pollyna · 14 days
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It's an accident, the first time that happens. Mav knocks because he needs sugar and stays over because Ice is watching a new movie he didn't get to catch on the big screen. It's two in the afternoon, and Ice is pleasantly warm against his shoulder.
Slider wakes them up four hours later and laughs because "I only woke you up because I was hungry and Tom promised dinner".
And so the saga of them falling asleep on the couch starts just to end on the bed because four weeks in Ice's back is protesting and he promises Mav is bed is way more comfortable and there are pillows.
(Mav ends up using Ice's chest as a pillow instead. Doesn't matter where they are sleeping.)
((They kiss, just as accidentally, one morning almost seven months in their arrangement when Ice turns around and Mav gives him a pec on his nose, eyes still close and humming satisfied before hiding his face against Ice's necks. Ice kisses his forehead and gets back to sleep. It opens a door to whole other accidents made over a shared cups of coffee and Mav wearing Ice's shirt as pj's.)
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bloody-bee-tea · 3 months
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We have to match
This fic was entirely inspired by by this amazing art by @jjks-dodo
The first time it happens, Suguru doesn't know what to do with the present Satoru shoves into his hands.
“It’s not my birthday,” is the first thing out of his mouth, because it’s the first of December, so it’s actually closer to Satoru’s birthday than his own.
“I know that,” Satoru gives back, bouncing on the balls of his feet as if he’s vibrating out of his skin with excitement.
It’s kind of his default state whenever he does something, though, so it doesn’t really clue Suguru in on what’s going on here.
“What is this, then?” Suguru asks, lifting the present slightly. It’s wrapped, though haphazardly so, and Suguru knows that Satoru must have done it himself.
“If you’d unpack it, you’d know,” he snaps out, slightly on edge so this must be important to him.
Still, Suguru can’t help but to want to know more before he unwraps it.
“I’d like to know the occasion first, if you don’t mind.”
He’s wrecking his brain, trying to figure out if he missed some important date, some anniversary he wasn’t aware of–he wouldn’t put it past Satoru to remember the first time they shared a popsicle or something and then make a big deal out of it–but nothing comes to mind.
“It’s Christmas,” Satoru informs him, and it only serves to make Suguru frown harder.
“It’s really not,” he gives back, because it’s December 1st. Christmas is still far away, and it’s not even as if Suguru celebrates it anyway.
He didn’t think Satoru would, either, what with his family and all but clearly he’d been wrong about that.
“But it’s the Advent Season,” Satoru almost whines out, clearly bothered by the fact that Suguru didn’t open his present yet. “Will you just open it already, goddamit.”
Suguru hesitates for a moment longer, mostly just to annoy the hell out of Satoru, but he sees how the bouncing slows down, sees how Satoru worries the hem of his sleeves with his fingers and Suguru just knows that this is important to him, no matter what is in the present.
It’s important enough to Satoru to make him nervous about this and Suguru doesn’t have it in him to let him wait longer.
“Fine, fine, relax, would you,” he mutters, even as he rips the paper wrapping apart and he momentarily goes still when he finds a sweater.
A Christmas sweater to be precise.
It’s red and green with little reindeers all over and it’s kind of hideous if Suguru were to be honest, but he can’t be. Not when Satoru looks at him with so much expectation written on his face.
“Thanks?” Suguru finally manages to say, still unsure what he’s supposed to do with this, when Satoru suddenly whips out a matching sweater.
“The time leading up to Christmas is the best time and we’ll have to match, so I got you that one to match mine,” he excitedly says, clearly reassured by the fact that Suguru didn’t immediately throw the sweater in his face.
“We have to match,” Suguru repeats slowly, and the corners of his mouth twitch when Satoru nods vigorously, making his hair flop around.
When a strand gets stuck in Satoru’s eyelashes, Suguru reaches out without thought to push it away. He briefly feels panic lick up his throat when Satoru goes still under his fingers, but Suguru pretends as if nothing happens and takes his hand back as if it didn’t mean anything.
“You sure you got my size right?” he asks to break the weird tension between them and it’s enough to jolt Satoru back into action, though he can’t quite hide the faint blush on his face.
“A size  bigger than me, because of your stupidly huge shoulders,” he huffs out and Suguru laughs.
“I keep telling you, if you’d actually train like at least once a weak you wouldn’t be all noodle-limbed.”
“I’m not noodle-limbed!” Satoru huffs and puffs with outrage and Suguru laughs even louder. 
They both know it’s not true anyway; Satoru is good enough at hand-to-hand combat to best just about everyone they know, except, of course, Suguru.
“If you and your stupidly jacked arms rip this sweater apart, I’m not getting you a new one,” Satoru hisses at him when Suguru takes of the shirt he’s currently wearing to try the sweater on.
It’s a nice thought, not having to wear this hideous thing, but Suguru just knows that for all his faked outrage Satoru would be devastated and Suguru couldn’t stand it. So he slips into the sweater and lets out a relieved little sigh when it actually fits him.
He only feels slightly stupid when he turns around and he gives a pointed look at Satoru’s own shirt.
“Where’s yours then,” he wants to know and Satoru lights up like a Christmas tree.
“I have it right here, wait,” he rushes out, magicking out a second sweater from god-knows-where and he slips it on without hesitation. “Now we match,” he laughs out, bright and happy and for that alone Suguru would wear much worse things than a stupid, cute, matching Christmas sweater.
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The second time it happens, Suguru is kind of expecting it. He knows Satoru too well to think he’d let something like this go, would only do it for one year and so when Satoru hands him a slightly better wrapped present, he accepts it without complaint.
“Cutting it a little bit close, huh?” he asks, because it’s already late in the night of the first of December and it’s not like Satoru to miss out on even a day of this.
Last year he made Suguru wear the sweater almost constantly, only allowing him to take it off to get it washed and for missions and so for him to almost miss an entire day is uncharacteristic.
“Yeah, well–” Satoru trails off, clutching his jacket more tightly around himself and Suguru narrows his eyes at him.
“What did you do?” he wants to know because it’s clear as day that Satoru is up to something.
“Nothing,” Satoru easily gives back, too fast and too smooth and Suguru’s fingers still on the paper. 
“I don’t think I want this anymore,” he says, shoving the parcel into Satoru’s chest who shoves it right back.
“You have to, though Suguru, we have to match, remember?” 
“I’m not so sure I want to match with you anymore,” Suguru lies straight through his teeth and a painful stab of regret is all he gets for his trouble when hurt briefly flashes over Satoru’s face.
“But–it’s tradition, right?” Satoru asks and Suguru shakes his head.
“One year doesn’t make a tradition, Satoru,” he tells him, though he does get back to unwrapping the sweater.
This one is thankfully only red as far as Suguru can see so far, and so that already makes it better than the last one, at least in Suguru’s opinion.
That thought only holds for as long as he needs to fully unfold the sweater though, because of course it wouldn’t be that easy, not when it comes to Satoru.
The words ‘I’m the naughty one’ are stitched into the front in white and Suguru lowers it just enough to be able to glare at Satoru.
“What the hell is this?” he demands to know only for Satoru to grin brightly at him as he takes off his jacket, revealing a matching red sweater underneath it.
Except his says ‘I’m the nice one’.
“Absolutely not,” Suguru whispers under his breath, even as Satoru laughs right in his face in his glee but he gets the wind knocked out of him when Suguru throws his own sweater in Satoru’s face and then uses that moment of distraction to tackle him to the bed.
“Absolutely not!” Suguru repeats louder this time and starts to wrestle Satoru out of the sweater.
“Hey, hey, what are you doing, Suguru,” Satoru shrieks out, laughing so hard he can barely breathe when Suguru tries to distract him by tickling him but even like this it takes him a long time to finally, finally get Satoru out of the sweater.
“If one of us is the naughty one, it’s you,” Suguru pants out, sitting across Satoru’s legs and looking down at him, his hair falling around his face, bun having come undone somewhere in their tousle.
“But everyone expects that,” Satoru pouts at him, still breathing hard from screaming and laughing and his face is flushed red.
He’s absolutely beautiful.
“And besides, don’t act as if you don’t encourage me at every turn,” he adds and it’s not as if Suguru can even deny that.
Enabling Satoru is a bit of a bad habit of his but not everyone needs to know that.
“Do not,” he says, just to be contrary, and pulls the ‘I’m the nice one’ sweater over his head, so that there’s no chance of Satoru taking it back.
He stills when it settles around him.
“That’s my size,” he says, fixing Satoru with his eyes and Satoru blinks up at him.
“We have the same size?” he tries, even though they both know that’s bullshit and Suguru proves it to him by reaching for the naughty sweater and checking the size there.
“This one is one size smaller, though,” Suguru says and shoves the sweater almost into Satoru’s face.
“My mistake,” Satoru says, still not able to admit that he did this on purpose it seems and there’s only one possible punishment for that.
Suguru flops down on top of him.
“Uff, you oaf, don’t you know you’re heavy as fuck?” Satoru breathes out but his attempts at pushing Suguru off are half-hearted at best.
“I’m also tired as hell,” Suguru easily gives back and dares to nuzzle his face into the crook of Satoru’s neck. “I think I might sleep right here.”
“Hey, hey, Suguru!” Satoru squeaks out, though of course he’d never admit to that and Suguru huffs out a laugh.
Satoru is warm under him and kind of poky with his sharp edges but it’s the single most comfortable position Suguru has been in, simply because it’s Satoru, and soon enough he really gets sleepy.
“‘m gonna sleep now,” he whispers out and the last thing he knows is how Satoru scratches at his scalp as he breathes out a soft “Okay”.
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Suguru is already holding his hands out when Satoru steps into the room.
“Let’s see what horrible thing you brought this time,” he says, making grabby hands at Satoru, who seems to have frozen right in the doorway.
“Uhm,” Satoru says, looking down at the present in his hands before he looks back up at Suguru.
He’s more nervous than he was even the first time he did this and it instantly puts Suguru on edge.
“Is it that hideous?” he wants to know, simply snatching the present out of Satoru’s hand, who tries to get it back but ultimately fails because he still can’t best Suguru when it comes to anything even resembling close combat.
“I just–” Satoru cuts himself off, clearly unsure of himself and Suguru fights the urge to soothe his nerves.
He fails miserably, because he always does when it comes to Satoru.
“You want me to give it back?” he asks, offering the present to Satoru, who doesn’t reach out for it. “If you don’t want to, we can skip this year,” Suguru goes on, even though it’s clear that some part of Satoru at least must want because he did get the sweater after all.
“No, it’s just–you might hate it.”
Satoru hasn’t been that unsure since the very first week of them knowing each other and Suguru hates it with a passion.
“Why would I?” he carefully asks but Satoru only shrugs. “Can I unwrap it?”
“Sure. Just remember that it doesn’t–you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”
Of course I want to sits at the tip of his tongue, but Suguru bites it back. It’s not going to help if he reassures Satoru with meaningless words right now, so instead of saying that he busies himself with unwrapping this year's sweater.
This one is green for a change but by now Suguru knows to wait until he sees the front before he forms his decision on this, so he quickly unfolds it, holding it out in front of him.
In stark white it says ‘Family Christmas’ on the front and Suguru is glad that the sweater is hiding his face for the moment because to think that Satoru was nervous about this hurts him acutely.
“You hate it,” Satoru grumbles when Suguru takes a moment too long to say something. “I knew you’d hate it, that was such a dumb idea,” he goes on, his voice barely above a whisper and Suguru lowers the sweater so fast, Satoru flinches.
“Of course you’re my family, you idiot,” Suguru breathes out, instantly honing in on what made Satoru so nervous because he knows him after all. “It’s a great sweater.”
“It–is?” Satoru wants to know, clearly still not convinced and Suguru doesn’t hesitate to slide it over his shirt. 
“Of course it is,” he vehemently says, because it is. 
Satoru doesn’t quite seem convinced though, so Suguru pulls him into a hug. 
“You are my family, idiot,” he says, more fondly than maybe necessary, but Satoru doesn’t call him out on it and instead slings his arms around him.
“You sure?”
“I’ve been wearing stupid matching Christmas sweaters with you for the past two years, you really think I would do that for just anybody?”
Satoru doesn’t need to know that that really has nothing to do with being family and all with Suguru being stupidly in love with him. At least not yet.
Though a plan is slowly starting to take form in Suguru’s mind.
“I should hope not, actually,” Satoru gives back and Suguru rests his head on top of Satoru’s.
He doesn’t move away, and he doesn’t protest about the hug as much as he normally does–however feigned his protest usually is–and so Suguru knows that this really means a lot to him.
It means a lot to him, too, and so he’s more than content to stay right where he is.
~*~*~
Suguru barges into Satoru’s room at the tail end of the last day of November.
“I’ve got a present for you!” he calls out, throwing the wrapped gift right into Satoru’s face when he’s not quick enough to sit up and catch it.
Nerves are licking up Suguru’s spine but like this he can’t talk himself out of it. Not again. He talked himself out of it so often during the last year–years, really–and he thinks it’s time that one of them man’s up. He thinks he knows what Satoru’s answer is going to be, has seen it in the lingering stares, has felt it in the prolonged touches but there’s still that small chance that it’s all just because Satoru sees him as family.
As just family, and nothing more.
“What’s this?” Satoru wants to know, turning the present in his hands and Suguru rolls his eyes at him.
“If you’d open it, you’d know,” he shoots back, not sitting down next to Satoru because he needs to be able to read Suguru’s own sweater once he unpacked his.
It doesn’t help with the nerves, when Satoru has to look up at him like that, though.
“Is this–a sweater?” Satoru asks, squeezing the package in his hands. “Did you get me a Christmas sweater?” He almost sounds accusing and Suguru raises an eyebrow at him.
“What? You can do it, but I can’t?”
“But I have ours picked out already!”
“Yeah, well, shucks. It’s my turn, this year,” Suguru decides and he closes Satoru’s mouth when it drops open.
“Wow, didn’t know you could be so rude,” he mutters, Suguru’s hand still under his chin and Suguru gives him his best grin.
“I learned from the best. Now, if you would?”
“Now, if you would,” Satoru repeats mockingly under his breath, but he does rip into the paper, quickly unveiling the sweater.
At first glance it’s simply red, but of course there’s something written on the front and Suguru’s heart beats in his chest.
“I have everything I want for Christmas,” Satoru reads out loud and Suguru can see the frown on his face. “That’s not even funny, Suguru,” he then whines out, turning his gaze back to Suguru, who feels as if he could die on the spot.
His mouth his dry, his heart is beating so fast he’s afraid it might jump right out of his chest and the butterflies in his stomach make him a little bit sick.
“It’s not supposed to be funny,” he still somehow gets out as he opens his jacket and shows Satoru the matching sweater he’s wearing.
It’s green and the words “It’s me, I’m everything” are written on the front.
Suguru watches how Satoru’s eyes go wide as he slowly takes in the words and he knows it’s all going to be fine when Satoru blushes a furious red.
“What does that mean? Suguru, what does that mean?” he demands to know, almost shouting out the words in his urgency and Suguru smiles at him.
“Take an educated guess,” he replies, though he doesn’t torture Satoru–or himself–any longer.
He bends down, briefly pressing his lips to Satoru’s to make it abundantly clear just what this all means and he knows Satoru finally goes with the program when his hands fly up to tangle in Suguru’s sweater, keeping him right where he is, keeping him close.
“Does that mean I don’t get any other Christmas presents this year?” Satoru pouts out, though Suguru can see how his eyes shine with happiness. 
He leans in to taste that smile once more.
“Maybe if you’re being good, I have one or two for you,” he breathes out, and this time it’s Satoru who leans in for a kiss.
“But everyone knows I’m the naughty one,” Satoru mutters against his lips and Suguru laughs.
Satoru steals the sound right from his lips.
“Maybe I’ll part with that sweater just this once,” Suguru muses but Satoru shakes his head. 
“Not a chance in hell, we’re never going to take these ones off. I love you.”
Trust Satoru to still be the first one to say it, Suguru fondly thinks as he’s almost drowning in his love. 
“I love you,” he quickly gives back, peppering Satoru’s face with kisses until he’s laughing with happiness.
“I want everyone to know,” Satoru eventually says, once they are cuddled close on the bed and Suguru snorts out a laugh.
“Kind of inevitable if you don’t want to take that sweater off ever again,” he gives back and Satoru beams at him.
“Best way to tell everyone. Best way to tell me, actually, “he adds after a moment and Suguru simply has to kiss him again.
“Thought you might like it,” Suguru nods, pulling Satoru closer. “Glad you like it.”
“Love it,” Satoru immediately corrects him. “Just like I love you.”
“Love you, too,” Suguru mutters, getting sleepy now that all the adrenaline is out of his system and he’s warm and cozy in bed, with the love of his life safely in his arms.
He nuzzles his face against Satoru’s shoulder and breathes one more kiss on his skin before sleep slowly drags him under.
The last thing he hears his a muttered “You think there are sweaters for proposing?” and Suguru falls asleep with a smile on his face.
He really wouldn’t mind a sweater like that.
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grelfboy · 1 year
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idk who i need to talk to to get this happening but WE! NEED! MORE! BAGGINSHIELD! CUDDLING AND SNUGGLING FICS! please i beg of all of you very talented fic writers! its the best genre of Bagginshield!
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scribblersobia · 4 months
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Nothing but just lying in bed under a warm blanket, imagining your big arms around me, my head resting on your chest, and all we are doing is sharing our love and the warmth of our intimacy.
@scribblersobia
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agentmulderrp · 1 year
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Scratchy beard and cursing God..
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hoodie-buck · 1 year
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it's the sound of your voice that calms me
instead of tbt, here, have this drabble i worked on instead of any of my wips. this is once again completely dj’s fault @djdangerlove for this post. anyway, hope you’re happy with yourself 😏😅💙
rated: g | words: 855 | read on ao3
Eddie’s head is pillowed over Buck’s thigh, the two of them lying in bed, winding down for the night.
Buck’s sat up a little, phone in one hand, his other carding through Eddie’s hair, pulling lightly on the ends. Eddie relaxes into the touch, closing his eyes as he pushes his head further into the comfort of Buck. The blanket is wrapped around them just so, Eddie’s arm wrapped around Buck’s bare chest.
There’s a bit of a storm outside Buck’s large loft windows, droplets of rain sliding down the glass as they go, mild thunderstorms rumbling in the distance. It’s nice, peaceful even. 
They don’t get too many nights like this where it’s just the two of them, basking in the warmth of the other.
As the pitter patter of rain falls outside, Eddie’s only honed in on one sound, Buck’s eager voice completely captivating him.
“Did you know Jupiter’s gonna be closer to the earth tomorrow than it has been in fifty-nine years?”
Eddie did not, though he does know it’s Buck’s favorite planet, his boyfriend always telling more facts about it than the others.
“Yea? We should look for it together.”
Feeling those piercing blues above him, Eddie turns his head and looks up, the dopiest smile spread across Buck’s face.
Buck keeps reading then, Eddie settling back in, placing a kiss to Buck’s thigh where his head is resting.
“It’s the third brightest object in the sky right after the moon and Venus.”
Eddie hums in acknowledgment, Buck continuing on. 
“Hmm,” Buck says, pausing for a moment, clearly caught up in whatever he’d just read. “It says Jupiter can’t become a star and that astronomers even say it’s a failed star. It’s not impossible I guess, but it would need like—70 times it’s mass to obtain that.”
Eddie listens to every word that falls off Buck’s lips, something about his Wikipedia searches soothing the both of them. While Bucks gets serotonin from the words, Eddie gets it from Buck’s voice, every word off his lips more calming than the next. 
So, when Buck doesn’t say anything for a while, Eddie becomes a little concerned. Sure, his boyfriends been known to get lost in his fact searches sometimes, though never enough to stop telling Eddie about them.
Looking up, Eddie finds Buck deep into his phone, those blues of his looking a little sullen. That just won’t do.
Reaching up, Eddie cups Buck’s face, tilting it away from the screen. 
“Hey, you ok?”
Buck shrugs, giving his obvious sign of deflection. Sliding the phone from his grip, Eddie looks over the article he’s reading, one that’s all about Jupiter being the ‘broken planet.’ 
Oh.
Setting the phone to the side, Eddie sits so he’s over Buck’s lap, their thighs pressing together in reassurance. Their eyes meet, warm brown holding icy blue, Eddie linking their hands together and bringing them up to his lips. He peppers kisses over Buck’s knuckles until Buck parts his lips, letting a sigh fall from them.
“Baby, Jupiter isn’t broken and neither are you.  Just because we can’t do everything doesn’t make us any less, yea?”
Buck nods, sniffling a little, Eddie moving to place a kiss over Buck’s birthmark, one that’s soft and tender, Buck leaning right into him, those strong arms of his wrapping around Eddie and pulling him impossibly closer.
“Besides,” Eddie whispers into Bucks ear. “You shine brighter than any star from above.”
Bucks huffs a laugh into him, their lips meeting for a chaste kiss.
“You’re ridiculous.”
Eddie shrugs. “Yea, but it got you to smile.”
Buck ducks his head, smiling once more, the smile private, like he reserves it just for Eddie.
“You know ugh, you know stars don’t actually twinkle though? They actually only appear to because—"
Eddie cuts him off with a gentle hand pressed to Buck’s lips, shaking his head with a fond roll of his eyes.
“No more Wikipedia tonight my love.”
Buck nods into him, Eddie slowly removing his hand, only to replace it with his lips, the two smiling into each other.
Eddie rests his head over Buck’s chest, the other man moving to tuck his head over Eddie’s, their arms wrapped tightly around the other. 
The wind sways outside, pushing the rain as it goes, a few bolts of lightning lighting up the now darkened room. 
“Did you know that lightning can strike upwards?”
Eddie has to stifle a laugh. Buck doesn’t even need Wikipedia, the man a walking funhouse full of facts. Eddie loves him.
“No, I didn’t. Tell me about it.”
And so Buck does, Eddie settling in once more, letting Bucks charismatic voice lull him to sleep, the storm outside distant in comparison. 
Eddie could listen to Buck go on for hours about almost anything—Hildy was out of the question. As for the rest, Eddie was game. He would do anything to be close to the man, even sitting through an endless string of random facts. To Buck they were fascinating, Eddie finding Buck the most compelling of all. 
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atths--twice · 1 year
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Cuddly Nap Time
Waking from a nap, Scully finds Mulder sleeping with William lying on his chest.
A prompt idea born from a tweet on Twitter has now become a story. Hope you all enjoy it. 💓
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Scully woke up and for a second was disoriented as to where she was and what was happening. Looking around, she blinked and then drew in a deep breath as she scrambled to get out of bed, looking into the empty bassinet in Mulder’s bedroom.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, a hand going to her throat as she opened the bedroom door, her heart racing.
“Mulder, did-”
She stopped speaking and froze where she stood as she smiled at the sight in front of her.
Asleep on his couch, Mulder had his arms wrapped around one month old William, who was also asleep, his mouth open and pressed against Mulder’s shirt.
Moving her hand from her throat to her heart, she let out a relieved sigh and carefully stepped closer to them, mindful of the creaky floorboards.
“Oh,” she said and on quiet feet, turned around and hurried back into Mulder’s room to find his digital camera.
Setting the sound of the shutter click to silent, she walked back into the living room and smiled at the sight of them sleeping before she began to take pictures and then a video.
She sighed as she watched them and then set the camera onto the desk. Torn between wanting to touch them both and then kiss William’s sweet smelling head, she instead left them to sleep.
Something caught her eye as she made to go toward the kitchen for some water. She frowned when she realized it was Mulders’s watch. Confused as to why he would have taken it off before the end of the day, she remembered what happened the other day and her breath caught as she stared lovingly at them.
“What happened to this little man?” Mulder had asked, picking up a sleeping William from his bassinet in the living room when he had arrived at her apartment. “Are those scratches?”
“Hmm, yeah,” she had said, gently stroking William’s cheek where his impossibly small, but sharp, baby fingernails had created red scratches on his face. “His nails are so small, I didn’t want to risk hurting him by cutting them. But, after I saw these scratches, I had to, worried or not.”
“Is he okay, though? Does he need to see the doctor?”
“No,” she had said, smiling at Mulder as he had gently brushed his lips against William’s cheek, murmuring that he was sorry for the scratches. “They’ll be okay soon.”
“Hmm,” he had said with a nod, kissing William’s cheek and then his forehead. “As long as you’re sure.”
“I am.”
“Were his nails hard to cut?”
“Exceedingly. Like threading a wiggly needle that constantly closes just as you get the thread close to it.”
“Sounds like an accurate description,” he had said with a chuckle, kissing William again. “God, he smells so good.”
“Doesn’t he?” she had asked, bending close to smell and then kiss him. “It’s intoxicating.”
“Getting high off the scent of our son… is that okay to do?” he had asked in mock seriousness and she had laughed, kissing him softly in response as William had begun to fuss, rooting and searching for his next meal. “Oh, I think it’s time to pass him over. But I get him when he’s done eating.”
“Sure,” she had teased as she walked toward the couch and began to unbutton her top, reaching for him when she had been ready. “You get the easy job.”
“I would help out in that department if I could, but for now, I’ll do whatever else I can.” Kissing the top of her head, he had handed William to her, touching the little scratches once again. “Gotta be more careful, little man. Protect that delicate skin that your mama made for you.”
“He’s okay,” she had whispered, helping William latch on and start feeding. “They should fade pretty soon.”
“Good,” he had said, kissing her head again. “You need anything? Water? Juice? Something to eat?”
“Water, please. And maybe some peanut butter toast?”
“You got it,” he had said, taking off his jacket and laying it on the couch.
She had hummed as she looked at William, his eyes barely opening as he ate, all of his fingers wrapped around one of hers.
“So beautiful,” she had whispered, raising his hand and bending her head to kiss his fingers. “I love you so much.”
When Mulder had taken him back to burp and rock him, he had made sure nothing he was wearing would bother William as he held him.
“Good thing I’m unemployed these days,” he had said and she raised her eyebrows in a silent question. “No buttons from my dress shirts to press uncomfortably against his skin.”
“True. And an added bonus, you fill out your t-shirts quite nicely,” she had said as she had buttoned her shirt up, smiling at him with a wink.
“Hey, none of that. You still have recovery time that needs to be adhered to.”
“Oh trust me, I’m in no condition for any of that, but you can’t fault me for admiring the window display, even if I won’t be purchasing anything today.”
“Interesting way to phrase it,” he had said, laughing as William burped loudly and then breathed softly. Mulder had looked at her with a soft smile and shook his head. “See? I think babies have a built-in mechanism that knows when to do something so goddamn cute, it then releases dopamine that takes away the memory of sleepless nights and tired bodies that are barely making it through the day. They know, Scully. They know.”
“Must be an X-File,” she had said with a grin, unconsciously swaying just as Mulder had started to do so with William.
“This is spooky,” he had said, motioning to them both moving in sync.
“Is it? Really?” she had asked with a small chuckle.
“I suppose not,” he had said, shushing William when he began to cry. Patting him on the back gently, he had smiled at her. “I love you, you know.”
“I do know,” she had said with a grin. “But, I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”
“Come over here and kiss me,” he had said and she had stood up, walked over to him and kissed him softly, an arm wrapping around his waist while her other hand had rested on William’s back and they had swayed slowly.
“I love you too, you know,” she had said, scratching her nails gently against Mulder’s back.
“I do know. And I’ll also never tire of hearing it.”
“That’s good.”
“Mmhmm,” he had hummed as William had sighed contentedly.
She sighed as she watched them now, William breathing deeply as he slept, Mulder’s arms protectively around him, his watch on the table to avoid any further scratches or harm to the tiny human they had created.
“God, I love you,” she said to them, shaking her head as she smiled.
Knowing she had a little bit of time before William would be waking for his next feeding, she tidied up. Clearing the coffee table of the sunflower seeds and the shells, she then quietly took Mulder’s glass of tepid water into the kitchen and refreshed it with icy water.
Finding his refrigerator quite empty, she went into the bedroom to get her phone and order delivery from the Chinese restaurant they frequented.
Back in the living room, she watched as William began to stir, Mulder’s arms tightening immediately as his eyes opened drowsily and then shut again.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” he whispered, patting William’s back. “We had a deal that we would let Mama sleep a little longer. She’s so tired, buddy. Shhh…”
“Hey,” she whispered, sitting down on the coffee table and touching his arm. His eyes flew open and he looked at her in surprise.
“Hey,” he said, swallowing and clearing his throat softly. “You okay?”
“More than okay.”
“Did you sleep?”
“I did. And I see you two did as well.” She smiled and placed her hand on William’s back, rubbing softly.
“He was fussing and I wanted you to sleep without worrying about him. I came out here with the intent to put him back in the bassinet once he had settled, but…” He shrugged and closed his eyes with a small smile.
“It’s hard to put him down when he’s so warm and snuggly?”
“Exactly,” he breathed, rubbing William’s back gently as he settled with some grunts and moans. “Then once I laid down with him, well…” Mulder chuckled softly and opened his eyes to look at her. “I was powerless to not fall asleep.”
“I completely understand,” she said, covering his hand on William’s back.
“I think it’s the best sleep I’ve ever had on this couch.”
They both laughed quietly as she rubbed his hand and he stared at her, his eyes dropping to her lips. She smiled as she leaned closer and kissed him, her other hand gently squeezing his upper arm.
“I ordered some food, seeing as you don’t really have anything here,” she said, kissing him once more.
“Hmm. Chinese?”
“Yeah.”
“I was dreaming about egg rolls. You must have known.”
“Actually,” she said, sitting up and laughing quietly again. “I was craving some chow mein and sweet and sour pork, so I ordered it.”
“You didn’t get egg rolls?” he whined, sticking out his lip and she laughed silently.
“Yes,” she said, leaning forward to kiss him. “I got egg rolls.”
“Ahh, Scully,” he said with a smile as William scrunched up and began to cry. “Okay, buddy. I know. Let’s get up and get you ready to eat.”
Half full containers of food were spread out on the coffee table a little while later, as she held William at her shoulder, patting his back to coax out a burp. He grunted and stretched before burping twice.
“Good boy, William,” she whispered and kissed his downy head.
“So, I’ve been thinking,” Mulder said, coming into the room carrying their glasses, refilled with ice water.
“Hmm. What about?” she asked, smiling her thanks as he set her glass on the coffee table.
“Well, it’s not something we’ve discussed, but I’d like to,” he said, sitting beside her and taking a drink of his water.
“Okay.”
“How would you feel about a roommate?” he asked and she raised her eyebrows.
“It finally happened, didn’t it?” she asked. “Byers is tired of living with Frohike and Langly and being around them fighting all the time. I knew it would happen eventually.” She shrugged and he grinned as he shook his head.
“You think you’re so funny.”
“Eh,” she said, moving William and cradling him as she smiled.
“No, not Byers, woman,” he said, setting his glass beside hers. Reaching for William, he lay him on his knees, rubbing his belly tenderly. “It’s about our current living situation. I’m at your place or you’re here. It seems unnecessary to have two places of cohabitation.”
“Are you saying you want to… cohabitate with me? With us?” she said, glancing at William and then at Mulder.
“Live, cohabitate, spend my days with you, move in, whatever you want to call it, I want it.”
“Just your days? Not your nights? Because if you don’t have a place to live at the end of the day…”
William let out a loud fart, followed by the sounds of a very wet poop. They both looked at him in surprise and then he did it again, grunting as he pushed.
“Yeah, she is being a shit, isn’t she?” Mulder asked William with a scoff. “First she asks about Byers moving in and now she’s asking where I’ll spend my nights… She’s lucky that I love her so much.”
“I’m just trying to be thorough.”
“You’re being a pain in my ass is what you’re being,” he said. “Even the kid can see it.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” she asked, searching his eyes and swallowing nervously.
“Yes,” he said, taking her hand and laying his other hand on William's chest. “Since I came back, this place hasn’t really felt like home. It’s…” He looked around and shook his head. She squeezed his hand and he smiled as he looked back at her. “It’s not where I’m supposed to be. When I’m here, I wake up reaching for you and or thinking I heard him crying, but I’m alone. I don’t like it.”
“I don’t like it either,” she whispered and he nodded.
“So, what do you say? Would you like to cohabit with me? Or more accurately, me with you?”
“I would like that very much,” she said softly.
William kicked and cooed, drawing their attention, before they looked at each other again.
“Yeah?” he asked, squeezing her hand.
“Yeah,” she said, squeezing back. “Very much.”
“Good,” he said, grinning happily.
“I mean, it’ll be good as I am tired of changing most of the diapers. Especially the dirtier ones.” She looked down at William and then back up at Mulder, raising her eyebrows suggestively. “So, if you agree to, let’s say a seventy thirty split, I’d say we have a deal.”
“Seventy thirty?” he asked, letting go of her hand and lifting William to his shoulder.
“Uh huh,” she said with a nod.
“I accept,” he said and she grinned. “But seeing as how we’re at my place right now…” He made to hand William over to her and she shook her head with a laugh.
“I don’t think so. He just ate from my body. That dirty diaper is all you.”
He nodded and smiled, moving William to the crook of his arm and leaning towards her for another kiss.
“I accept. Whatever the stipulations,” he said again and she kissed him, holding his face in her hands.
“No stipulations. Just you… Well, and the fish,” she said, smiling as she stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. “Everything else we can figure out along the way.”
“Yeah,” he breathed, smiling back at her. “The fish will be happy for a change of scenery.”
“Maybe we could even get a bigger tank? Add more to the collection?”
“I like that idea.”
“You go change him and then we can talk more about it.”
“You got it, Boss.”
“Boss? Oh, I like that,” she said and he laughed as he leaned closer for one more kiss.
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i wanna spend my forever like that
—if you love sick eddie, this one's for you!
author: wikiangela | rated: g | words: 8.6k |ao3 link
summary:
Eddie catches a cold and stubbornly denies he's sick, while a fondly exasperated Buck is trying to take care of him.
—kels reasons to read—
stubborn/grumpy eddie my beloved
it's so soft and domestic
the open flirting and affection was adorable
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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Relationships: Orym/Dorian Storm/Will | Orym's Spouse, Orym/Dorian Storm, Orym/Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role), Dorian Storm/Will | Orym's Spouse Characters: Dorian Storm, Orym (Critical Role), Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, First Meetings, Falling In Love, Conversations, Dating, Meeting the Parents, Holidays, Moving In Together, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff, Tattoos, Flowers, Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Summary: In desperate need of something to elevate Opal's birthday gift, Dorian enters Air Ashari Floral & Ink in search of a floral arrangement. The cute owner has him coming back and eventually meeting the owner's husband, who runs the other side of their joint shop. Falling in love with both of them was inevitable, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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A month ago, the gorgeous necklace that he purchased for Opal's birthday felt like more than enough, but holding the single thin box changed his mind on his way to her birthday party. As he walked along a street full of shops, his eyes searched desperately for something to go along with it. He considered searching for some earrings or a nice top, until his eyes landed on a beautifully painted sign spread across two doorways. One side showed off gorgeous floral arrangements in the windows, while the other displayed incredible art that he imagined the tattoo artist within had a hand in. 
Curiously, he pushed open the door leading into the floral arrangement side of Air Ashari Floral & Ink. A light floral smell met his nose as he stepped across the threshold to the chime of a bell. The halfling behind the counter greeted him with a friendly wave and a warm smile that made him feel immediately welcomed. He headed straight for the counter knowing he wouldn't be able to find exactly what he wanted quick enough to avoid being late.
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blackhakumen · 9 months
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Mini Fanfic #1111: Cuddling Hedgehogs (Sonic)
11:16 a.m. at Amy's House's Living Room.......
TV: Oh Sasuke~ Just come back home soon, will ya?
Amy: (Cuddling Under a Blanket With Sonic While Sitting on the Sofa Together, Rolling her Eyes) Who wanna bet he he'll be gone for a month this time?
Sonic: I'll him two to three months tops.
Amy: (Turns to her Boyfriend) Oh come on, who would be that cruel and crazy enough to leave for THAT long? ('Sigh') Then again this is Sasuke we're talking about, so its possible.....
Sonic: Yep. That Sakura chick could've done a lot better honestly.
Amy: Right!? She has so many options and yet she chose to marry SASUKE of that people?
Sonic: (Shrugs) The guy been having good looks since his academy years.
Amy: (Starts Pouting) Good looks doesn't mean jack-squat when you go out betraying everyone you know in the village and try murdering your teammates more than once!
Sonic: (Speaks in a Sarcastic Tone) But Amy, Sasuke was their dear friend and teammate! And he's been through soooo much trauma too.
Amy: AND!? Naruto has been wrongfully hated by the entire Leaf Village ever since he was little boy, but you don't see him going around joining the Akatsuki to destroy it! That jerk should be lucky Naruto care enough not to put him behind bars for the rest of his dumb life.....
Sonic: Or have him exiled altogether. But yeah, Sakura should've married someone else. Like, Lee for example.
Amy: Oh my god, YESSSS! I don't care how bushy his brows are, Lee is such sweetheart and hard worker. (Looks Up at Sonic With a Smile on her Face) Kinda like you in a way.
Sonic: Seriously?
Amy: (Happily Snuggles onto Sonic) Yes, seriously!~ I mean, besides you being more lazy in comparison-
Sonic: Hey, I can be just as hard working as he can thank you!
Amy: (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Yeah, when laying around napping and eating chili dogs all day aren't involved.
Sonic: Taking naps are essential for having a relaxing day and don't you dare insult the exquisite masterpiece that are chili dogs
Amy: How are hot dogs covered in chili exquisite in any capacity?
Sonic: They looks and taste good obviously. And they're the town's favorite, so there! (Crosses his Arms With a Satisfied Smirk on his Face)
Amy: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes) Anyways, while you can be such a lazy hog at times....(Smiles Softly) You're just as sweet and helpful as Brushy Brown was. And it's all the more reason why I've fallen over heels for you~ (Kiss Sonic on the Cheek)
Sonic: (Chuckles Lightly While Blushing a Little) Well, I'm glad I'm able to live up to the expectations with the handsome devil himself!~ (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Speaking of which, you I would look good in that green suit of his or....nah?
Amy: I think so. (Starts Smirking Seductively) Not sure if you know this by now, but I just so happen to be fond of men in uniforms~
Sonic: (Smirks Back) Really now?~ Are you also fond of men giving you kisses all day long?~
Amy: (Giggles Softly) Yes please~
The couple leans forward to kiss one another on the lips, until the sudden sound of a ring tone startled them both.
'Follow me inside! Outside! Through the Stratosphere!~'
Amy: (Sighs Heavily While Pinching the Bridge of her Nose) Great........The meetings about to start.....
Sonic: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) Meeting?
Amy: Remember that whole Resistance group me, Knuckles, and the others form a long while ago? Well, since then, we've been attending their meetings for some time, discussing how we keep the city safe from Eggman and other word level threats and most of which lasted for way too long that it makes me want to die!
Sonic: How long are we talking exactly?
Amy: Three to four hours. Five, whenever a heated debate starts. And the meeting is supposed be every Mondays and Wednesdays. What day is it today?
Sonic: Uh....Tuesday?
Amy: Exactly. So, tell me why we're having another today when we JUST had one last night!?
Sonic: Last night, huh? So that explains the bags under your eyes......
Amy: Yeah, hated how noticeable it is. ('Sigh') But there's really not much I can do right now, but to ao and-
Sonic: (Already on Amy's Phone) Wassup, Wassup! Sonic's the name, speed my game! And you've reached the house of the cute and awesome Amy Rose, who is not available at the moment. So please, be cool and leave her a message after the beep, will ya?
Knuckles: (On the Other Line) Sonic, what the hell are you-
Sonic: BEEEEEP BYE! (Quickly Ends the Call Before Letting Out a Relived Sigh) ('Phew') (Makes to Finger Guns With a Smirk on his Face) Piece of cake.
Amy: (Surprised by What Just Happened) Sonic, what did you just do!?
Sonic: Saved you from wasting three to five hours on another meeting. Now you get to spend the rest of the day relaxing and watching TV with yours truly.
Amy: You did all this for me?
Sonic: (Smiles Brightly) Of course! Now, i know it wasn't professional of me to up amd lie to them like that, i couldn't have my own girlfriend getting tired over some boring city meeting- (Immediately Gets Hug Tackled by his Girlfriend) -Oof!
Amy: (Happily Snuggles onto her Boyfriend) Ohh my sweet, darling, Sonic, I'll never forget this!~ Thank you so much!~ But you do realize Knuckles is gonna eventually kill the both of us, right?
Sonic: (Shrugs) Eh. We can deal with Knucklehead some other time. (Gives Amy a Seductive Smirk of his Own) In the meantime, don'tcha think we've got some unfinished business to start on right now?~ With only to the two of us can handle~
Amy: (Smirks Back) Come to Momma Rose~
The couple continues their cuddle session by snuggling and kissing one another on the kiss. For a moment it was a start of a very relaxing day for the both of them. That is until it came into screeching halt with a loud knocking sound.
'KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK'
Knuckles: (Outside on the Doorway) SONIC! AMY! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!
Sonic: Or we can deal with him now apparently......
Amy: ('Sighs in Defeat') So much for our free time.....
Knuckles: QUIT MESSING AROUND AND OPEN THIS DOOR NOOOOOOOW!!!
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ladysongmaster · 1 year
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25 Days of Life Day - Day 2
Title: The Deep Freeze - AO3
Prompt: Captain Rex - hot cocoa and fireplace cuddles
Summary: There’s a cool new attraction at the winter market.
Warnings: none
Words: 900 
prompt list
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 You’ve been out all day, shopping for Life Day gifts with your boyfriend, Captain Rex. Your last stop had been the winter market in the park near your home. You’d found some fun gifts for family and friends, and sampled a variety of foods from around the Galaxy.
 You and Rex are making your way back to your aircar when he spots a building made of ice. Multicolored lights shining through the ice make it look like an ethereal wonderland. You can practically feel Rex start to vibrate next to you.
 “Do you want to check it out,” you ask.
 “It could be interesting,” Rex says, trying for casual.
 You know your captain better than that. For all he comes across as stoic and by-the-book at times, there’s a streak of boyish chaos a mile wide in him. You link your arm through his and the two of you walk toward the ice structure labeled ‘The Deep Freeze’ in blazing neon letters.
Just inside the door is a Rodian in a thick parka. She offers you and Rex thermal capes, but you decline, figuring your own winter coat will be enough. With a smile, the Rodian waves you through a second set of doors, and into the main club.
 It’s one large room with benches and chairs carved out of ice placed in groups around the space. The lighting is pastel blue, pink, and purple. Ice sculptures of famous statues and other works of art dot the area, lit from within by rich golds or reds.
 You huddle into your coat as you settle onto an ice bench tucked into a corner. It’s covered with faux tauntaun fur to keep patrons from getting frostbite on their tushes. However, since the whole club has been made from ice, there’s not much chance of really warming up. You’re starting to wish you’d accepted the thermal cape.
 The creators of this wintry attraction have added other accommodations for their guests not equipped with natural cold protection. A free-standing wrought iron fire pit sat close enough to cast its warmth on you as you settle in.
 “Stay here and I’ll see if they offer something warm to drink,” Rex says, then presses a kiss to your cold cheek.
 You watch him walk to the bar where a variety of drinks and foods are for sale. Then you face the fire pit and scoot a little closer.
 “You look cold,” a voice says.
 You turn to see a maroon skinned Nautolan standing next to you. Electric blue stripes run down his bare arms and what you can see of his chest under the low-cut tank top he’s wearing. You suppose if a being can survive the cold depths of an ocean planet, an ice cave wouldn’t faze them.
 “I am a bit,” you admit.
 The Nautolan grins at you, then waves a ginger-furred Wookiee over. The Wookiee drapes what looks like a wampa pelt around your shoulders, and you’re drowned in white fur.
 “Better?” the Nautolan asks.
 You run your fingers over the thermal lining of the ‘pelt’ and nod. “Much.”
 “Can I get you anything to drink?”
 “Actually, I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” you say, trying to let him down gently.
 The Nautolan just chuckles and winks at you. “No worries. I’m one of the servers. Just wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself.”
 You let out a relieved laugh. “Thanks.”
 Rex reappears at that moment, and nods to the Nautolan as he sits at your side.
 “Let any of the servers know if you need anything,” the Nautolan says before leaving.
 “I didn’t know you had Pantoran ancestry,” Rex said, handing you a large, steaming mug.
 You held the mug close to your face and let the steam defrost your nose. “Ha, ha,” you mutter. “I’m as Human as they come.”
 Rex looks at you with a grin and a twinkle in his eyes. “You’re turning blue.”
 You roll your eyes and bump his shoulder as he moves to take a sip of his drink. Hot chocolate sloshes over the side of his mug, but he somehow manages not to get any on him.
 You sip your own hot chocolate—spiced with cinnamon just like you like it—and hum contentedly. You lean into Rex’s side and he turns to kiss your temple.
 “You warm enough?”  he asks.
 “I could be a little warmer.”
 You sit up and hold out the wampa pelt in invitation. Rex moves closer and pulls the pelt around his shoulders.
 “Mmm, this is much better,” you say, sliding an arm around his waist.
 The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, sipping your drinks. There’s still more shopping to do before Life Day arrives, and present wrapping, and baking, and a million other things. But for now, you just enjoy this quiet moment with Rex.
 The music changes from something with thumping bass to something softer, slower. Rex sets his empty mug aside and wraps his arms around you.
 “Dance with me,” he says, standing.
 “Okay,” you murmur into his shoulder.
 Rex readjusts the wampa pelt so the two of you are draped in its warm folds. Then he pulls you against his chest and you both begin to sway to the music.
 “I’m really glad we came in here,” you say.
 Rex presses his forehead against yours. “I have all the good ideas.”
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 Here’s a link to a Youtube video of the inspiration for The Deep Freeze.
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pollyna · 1 month
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One little routine they take with them since post-86 is having massage oil around, generally something with a not too strong sent, because Ice likes to rub Mav's hands after a long day behind the cockpit.
They soon found the best position to indulge in this little ritual of theirs is with Mav resting against Ice's chest, both of them already in bed and comfortable to the point that, if one or both of them fall asleep, their backs won't hurt when they wake up all tangled together.
(It's not a one way street because Mav loves to spend hours massaging Ice's wrists even if he didn't write a single word all day.)
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bloody-bee-tea · 20 days
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IntiMarch 2024 Day 9 - Listen closely
The prompt for this was "Touch me"
Suguru smiles into his book when Satoru walks past the couch and absent-mindedly trails his fingers over Suguru’s shoulders. He’s on the phone, talking to someone and he’s pacing the room. His pacing leads him past Suguru again and again, and every time Satoru reaches out for him to touch him in some way; trailing his fingers over Suguru’s hand, his arm, his shoulder and one time even to pat his head, which made Suguru chuckle and Satoru frown at him.
He still hasn’t noticed what he’s doing and Suguru is not going to tell him.
Satoru gets weirdly self-conscious about these things when they are pointed out to him, even when Suguru reiterates again and again that he doesn’t mind, that he loves it actually, so Suguru bites his tongue.
He enjoys these casual touches way too much to say anything and risk making Satoru stop.
Satoru walks close again, but this time he stops behind the couch, his fingers carding through Suguru’s hair as he listens to something the other person says. Suguru can make out a male voice, but that’s about it and he’s not straining to listen in.
Satoru will tell him who that was or he won’t and Suguru is fine with both.
They have more trust in their relationship than that, so Suguru doesn’t feel the need to pry, even after Satoru hangs up.
What does worry Suguru though is how Satoru stays quiet.
“Everything okay?” he asks after five minutes where Satoru did nothing but play with Suguru’s hair and he knows that something is definitely not right when Satoru jumps as if he has forgotten all about Suguru.
“Everything’s fine,” Satoru still tells him and Suguru makes a face at him to let him know just how unbelievable that sounds. “I have to go out for a while, that okay?” Satoru asks him and Suguru rolls his eyes.
“What am I, your keeper? We have no plans for today, so do whatever you like,” he gives back because it’s not as if they have to be glued to each other all the time.
They both have their own set of friends the other don’t like much, so it’s not unusual for either of them to do anything without the other and the fact that Satoru even has to ask that makes Suguru frown.
“You know you don’t have to ask my permission, right?” he adds on, because something about Satoru has been strange since the phone call.
Satoru is quick to nod his head though he doesn’t seem much happier.
“I just thought–” he trails off. “Never mind.”
“Satoru, if you want to stay, stay,” Suguru says, finally lowering his book completely. “If you want to go, then go. I’ll be here. I intend to finish this book today, so you know where to find me.”
“You don’t even want to know where I’m going?” Satoru asks and Suguru reaches up to untangle Satoru’s fingers from his hair so he can hold his hand.
“Do I have to ask? Do you want to tell me?” Suguru wants to know and Satoru lets out a deep sigh.
“I guess not,” he whispers, but he intertwines their fingers before he leans down to press his cheek to Suguru’s. “You don’t mind that I’m going?” 
“I’m starting to think that you might want me to mind,” Suguru sighs out and turns his head to press a kiss to the corner of Satoru’s mouth. 
“But you don’t.” There’s no trace of emotion in Satoru’s voice, nothing that lets Suguru know what the right answer to this is, what Satoru wants from him right now and so he simply decides to be honest.
“I don’t,” he agrees and nuzzles Satoru’s cheek. 
“Okay,” Satoru gives back and moves away, though not without demanding a real kiss, which Suguru is more than happy to give him. “I’ll be back before dinner.”
“Okay. If not, call me. I don’t want your food to go cold.”
“Fine, fine. You’ve got plans today?”
They just talked about the fact that they both had absolutely no plans until like five minutes ago, but still, Suguru only raises his book in answer.
He does intend to get through it today.
“Alright then, nerd,” Satoru fondly says and tugs on Suguru’s hair playfully. “It’ll be much easier for you to concentrate on that if I’m not here anyway,” he then adds with a crooked smirk and Suguru immediately shakes his head.
“Not true, everything's better when you’re there,” he gives back because it’s the truth and it makes Satoru blush slightly, which is a win in Suguru’s book.
“Shut up,” Satoru half-heartedly mutters but he moves away from Suguru to put on his shoes. “I’ll make dinner, no worries,” he calls back and Suguru looks over to him.
“You’re going to leave, just like that?” he demands to know and stubbornly tilts his head, waiting for a kiss when Satoru only stares at him.
“How demanding,” Satoru chuckles out but he does move back in for that kiss Suguru wants.
“Have fun and be safe,” Suguru says when they part, because he always does when Satoru leaves the house without him even though Satoru only carelessly waves his hand at him. 
“Yeah, yeah,” he calls back. “Love you!”
“Love you, too,” Suguru quickly says, but the door closes before the words fully leave his mouth and Suguru sighs.
He’ll have to make sure to tell Satoru again when he comes back, he decides and then busies himself with his book again. The quiet of their apartment is a little bit jarring at first and even though Suguru adjusts to it relatively quickly, he never forgets that Satoru is currently not home.
Suguru always misses him when he’s not there.
~*~*~
Satoru behaved strangely even before he went out, but now that he’s back, something is definitely off. 
Suguru had moved his reading to his reading chair eventually, but when Satoru texted him that he’s on his way back–way before dinner–Suguru moved back to the couch, to be in perfect touching proximity for Satoru.
Now Satoru has been home for almost half an hour, and he’s passed the couch and Suguru’s spot on there several times already and not once has he reached out for Suguru.
No trailing fingertips, no hair playing, not even any head pats.
Something is bothering Satoru, Suguru is sure of it.
He gives him one more chance to go back to his usual behaviour before he says something, but when Satoru walks past him yet again without reaching out Suguru puts his book down.
“Satoru,” he calls out and waits for him to turn around to look at him. “What is wrong?”
“Huh?” Satoru mutters, clearly distracted by something but his gaze sharpens when Suguru continues to look at him. “Nothing is wrong.”
“Bullshit,” Suguru gives back, because he knows Satoru better than that. “Something is bothering you. What did I do?”
“Why do you assume it’s something you did?” Satoru wants to know, slowly coming closer to the couch and Suguru waits for him to sit down, but Satoru never does.
“If some random thing is bothering you, you’d still be touchy with me. But it’s been half an hour since you came home and despite a quick kiss you haven’t reached out for me at all, which means that something is wrong with me. Did I upset you?”
It’s an honest question; Satoru sometimes gets so lost in his head, twisting things around that he ends up accusing Suguru for something he never even did and Suguru knows from experience that it’s best to simply ask about it.
Satoru will tell him and then they can figure it out; either Suguru apologises or Satoru realises he was a little bit dumb and way too insecure for Suguru’s liking and then they can go back to their relaxing evening.
“Nothing is wrong,” Satoru says again, probably only to be contrary, and Suguru briefly presses his lips together.
“Fine. Touch me,” he demands, but Satoru stays frozen way too far away from him.
“Huh?”
“If nothing is wrong, then you can touch me. Come on, you like to do it all the time, shouldn’t be hard now, should it?”
It’s a little bit mean Suguru is aware of that, but he can’t help it. It’s not always that easy to get Satoru out of his own head, but this usually does the trick.
Suguru knows that he’s won, too, when Satoru’s fingers twitch and Satoru’s face falls briefly.
“It’s just–my dumb thoughts,” Satoru still tries to shrug him off and immediately Suguru worries.
This must be something serious then, if Satoru doesn’t take the offered chance to talk about it.
“Most of your thoughts are dumb,” Suguru agrees because even when Satoru is not worrying over nothing his thoughts don’t tend to be too mature most of the time and Suguru loves him for it.
To soften his words he stretches himself over the back of the couch, reaching for Satoru’s hand, reaching out for him first.
“Tell me about them anyway.”
Satoru hesitates for a second before he heaves out a sigh and comes around the couch. Suguru readily stretches his legs out on the length of the couch, so Satoru can lay down between them, his head on Suguru’s chest and it’s only when Satoru relaxes that Suguru prods him again.
“What is it, Satoru?” he wants to know, carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair, slipping one hand under his shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin and then he simply waits Satoru out until he’s ready to talk.
Sometimes it takes him a while to gather his thoughts into something coherent and Suguru doesn’t mind giving him that time.
“You’re going to be mad,” Satoru mutters eventually and Suguru bites back a sigh.
“I’m not going to be mad,” he patiently explains to Satoru, “because as long as you talk to me, we can figure it out.”
Satoru falls silent again, though it doesn’t last very long.
“I met with Naoya.”
“Okay,” Suguru simply gives back, though now he can guess where this is going to go. 
Naoya is head over heels in love with Satoru and he’s being an absolute douchebag about it, at least to Suguru. 
“What did he say?” Suguru still wants to know, because clearly this time Naoya hit a nerve.
“You don’t mind that I meet him?” Satoru wants to know instead of answering Suguru’s question and Suguru cranes his head to press a kiss to the top of Satoru’s head.
“I know he’s in love with you and you know it, too. If you meet with him, I trust that you’re aware enough to not fall for any of his flirting tricks. I can’t say I like the guy, but I know that you’ve known him for a very long time, so why would I mind? I trust you.”
“Or it’s just a convenient excuse for you, because you don’t really care,” Satoru bitterly mutters and now that makes Suguru frown.
“I don’t care? About what?”
“Me. Us. This relationship.”
“Now hold on a minute,” Suguru says and pushes Satoru up so he can look him in the face. “You think I don’t care about you?”
The thought makes his stomach drop out, because how can he have failed so much? How can he have failed to make Satoru understand just how much he loves him?
“Well,” Satoru awkwardly says with a shrug. “I mean–”
Suguru takes a deep breath instead of answering immediately because he’s so mad right now, but at least half of it is directed at himself for failing Satoru in such a way. 
“Please explain how you came to that conclusion,” Suguru says, trying to keep his voice even and calm but with the way Satoru’s shoulders almost raise to his ears he knows he’s failing at least somewhat.
“Naoya said it’s obvious,” Satoru mutters out and now that makes Suguru see red, though he still tries to reign it in. 
“What did the fucker say?” Suguru bites out and immediately chastises himself even though it makes Satoru smile, if only briefly.
“He said it’s obvious that I care much more about this relationship than you do.”
“And he wants to know that how? It’s not as if he’s living with us and he barely sees us together. I’m curious to know how he came to that conclusion.”
“It’s just–he’s not entirely wrong, I think,” Satoru mumbles though he does reach for Suguru’s hand to soften his words. “I am much more tactile and more vocal about how much I love you, too.”
Suguru already has a thousand things to say to that, but he bites his tongue for now. He can tell that Satoru is not yet done.
“And–he said that you might be in it for the money. I mean, I’m paying for everything, that much is true. It’s not as if you have to worry about rent or anything.”
Suguru takes a deep breath before he speaks. 
“Alright, is that it? Or are there any other concerns?” he wants to know and despite everything Satoru flashes him a quick smile.
“He also said that I’m clearly the prettier one, but for that I told him to shut the fuck up.”
“You shouldn’t have,” Suguru immediately says, “because while he spouts a lot of bullshit, he’s definitely right in that regard.”
“Suguru!” Satoru protests but Suguru only rolls his eyes.
“Shut up and get your phone,” he instructs him because the money thing is at least easily disproved.
“What for?” Satoru mutters but does as he was told to do.
“Go into your banking app, check your income. I know you never ever look at it, so do it now.”
Satoru frowns but starts tapping away at his screen and Suguru knows he’s done when his eyes go big.
“You’re sending me money?” he whispers out and Suguru sighs.
“Of course I am. Half of the rent, utilities and groceries. Until we’re married and have a shared account it will stay that way.”
“‘Until we’re married’?” Satoru breathes out and Suguru hates how much disbelief he can detect in his voice. “Not if?”
“Never if,” Suguru decidedly says and leans forward to capture Satoru’s face in his hands. “You’re it for me. Of course I’m going to marry you eventually. That’s not even a question for me.”
Satoru seems honestly shocked by that and Suguru really wonders just where he went wrong to make Satoru doubt them like that.
“Satoru, I love you. I love you so much, you have to know that. And I’m definitely not in it for the money, as you can see,” Suguru says with a nod towards the phone. 
“Okay,” Satoru says, as if it’s as easy as that and Suguru knows that he would let it go now, but Suguru goes on. If they let it be at this then these thoughts will rear their ugly heads every once in a while and Suguru is not going to take that chance. Still, comfort over explanation, Suguru thinks.
“Come back here, please,” he quietly says and makes grabby hands at Satoru, who easily lays down on top of Suguru again.
“I’m sorry for being stupid,” Satoru mutters as he goes heavy on top of Satoru again.
“It’s okay to have concerns and to wonder about things,” Suguru tells him as he goes back to carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair. “But I need you to know that I care very much about you and this relationship. We just express it differently.”
“How so?” Satoru wonders, though he doesn’t tense up, stays soft and malleable on Suguru and Suguru loves him so much it sometimes feels as if he’s going to burst apart with it.
He wishes he could let Satoru feel that.
“You are very tactile,” Suguru starts with, “that much is clear. But I don’t think you’re more tactile than me. You just initiate it first, you’re more forward with it. But have I ever pushed you away? Moved out of the way, or otherwise let you feel as if your touch isn’t welcome?”
Satoru thinks about his question for a moment.
“You have a reading chair,” is what Satoru finally says and it’s so out of left field that Suguru frowns.
“Yeah?” He’s not quite sure what Satoru is on about.
“You have a chair completely, wholly dedicated to reading in it and yet you always end up here, on the couch, and then you complain about how much your back hurts and yet you’re back in that spot the next day.”
Well, when Satoru says it like that it almost sounds embarrassing.
“And what conclusion do you draw from that?” Suguru wants to know, though he can tell that Satoru has figured it out already.
“You sit there, because I reach out for you every time I walk past when I go somewhere in the apartment. And it wouldn’t be possible if you sat in the chair.”
“Exactly,” Suguru breathes out and buries his face in Satoru’s hair. “It’s the reason I knew something was wrong, too, because you passed me several times without touching me and I can’t say I like that very much.”
“I never realised,” Satoru mutters, sounding far away and Suguru bets his life on the fact that he’s running through as many of their moments together as he can. It doesn’t worry Suguru, because he knows that Satoru will only see just how much Suguru craves this contact, too.
He gives Satoru another few minutes before he speaks up again.
“I express my love for you just as often as you do, as well. I just don’t always use the same words. I mean ‘I love you’ whenever I tell you to be safe when you leave. I mean ‘I love you’ when I ask you to text me so your dinner won’t get cold. I mean ‘I love you’ when I ask you to rest, when I banter with you, when I egg you on, when I join you in your shenanigans. I might not always use those exact three words, but I always, always mean it.”
“I see,” Satoru breathes out and rubs his face against Suguru’s chest. “I’m sorry for being stupid,” he says again and Suguru sighs.
“You’re not stupid, so don’t apologise. Just know that I love you, that I care about you, us, this relationship just as much as you do. And then prepare to say yes when I’m going to ask you to marry me.”
“You really will?” Satoru asks, turning his head so he’s able to look at Suguru and it takes Suguru’s breath away, how beautiful he is.
“I really, really will. I have the ring already.”
It was supposed to be a surprise but Suguru guesses it can’t hurt to say this now.
“Ask me now, then,” Satoru demands, his eyes sparkling with excitement but Suguru shakes his head.
“Not a chance. I’m going to catch you off guard,” Suguru promises him and Satoru laughs.
“I won’t be able to think about anything else from now on.”
“And I will wait until you finally do and then I’ll hit you with it,” he softly gives back and pushes Satoru’s bangs out of his face. 
“Okay, deal,” Satoru agrees and nuzzles into Suguru’s hand. “I can’t wait.”
“I love you,” Suguru says, dropping a kiss to the tip of Satoru’s nose. 
He vows to say it more often now, just so that Satoru can be sure that he really means it.
“I love you, too. And I promise I’m not going to listen to Naoya anymore from now on.”
That makes Suguru laugh and Satoru shakes with it.
“Please,” he agrees, because listening to Naoya is such a bad idea in the first place. “And if any other doubts come up, you talk to me instead of keeping it all bottled up.”
“Fair enough,” Satoru hums out and stretches himself to bring their lips together. “Dinner still on?”
“We’re ordering in, there’s no way I’m getting up now to prepare it,” Suguru decides, because he’s perfectly happy and content right where they are and he’s not going to make Satoru get up.
“Sounds good,” Satoru easily gives back and places his head on Suguru’s chest again.
They order dinner late, too caught up in the comfort of being like this with each other and Suguru knows that neither of them mind. And despite everything, Suguru counts this evening as a win because when he drops food into Satoru’s bowl he knows he loves but never gets for himself Satoru mouths ‘I love you, too’ at him.
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the pain is gone, but all your scars remain
A Nimona (2023) hurt/comfort fanfic, if you'd rather read it on A03, here's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48475993
Summary: Basically, Ambrosius and Ballister are getting ready for bed and things are still a bit awkward and tense between them so they talk about things.
Content/Trigger Warnings: None that I can think of
Ballister carefully disengages his prosthetic arm and sets it on the table across from his and Ambrosius’ bed. Sometimes it’s like it's still there, his arm, he can feel it. The pain comes and goes, sometimes aching, other times more like a quick sharp pain, there, then gone. Ballister stands there deep in thought as his gaze is fixed on his prosthetic as his mind replays it all, without realizing it his breathing becomes shallow.
A knock from the bedroom door interrupts his thoughts and slowly he tears his gaze from the table. The door slowly opens to reveal Ambrosius dressed in his pajamas, fidgeting with his sleeves that are slightly too long, before lifting his gaze to meet Ballisters.
“Everything alright? You haven’t got dressed for bed yet.” Ambrosius asks, concern laced in his eyes. Quietly he shuts the door behind him and inches a bit closer to Ballister, placing a hand on his right shoulder, the action seems to pull him out of his mind.
“Yeah, I was just thinking about things and got a bit distracted,” Ballister lets out a weak laugh only meeting Ambrosius’ eyes for a brief second before his eyes linger on the table again. Ambrosius follows his gaze and lets out a small sigh as guilt begins to plague his being. Before Ambrosius can get a word in, Ballister continues, looking him in the eyes.
“I’ll go get ready for bed now, I’ll be back in a bit.” Ballister gives Ambrosius a small smile before grabbing his PJs off of his side of the bed and heading toward the bedroom door. Ambrosius nearly grabs his hand to stop him but stops himself and lets Ballister walk through the door. 
Ambrosius feels a weight crashing onto his chest as Ballister softly closes the door. A shaky breath leaves him as one of his hands grasps the front of his shirt. He sits on the unmade bed as his thoughts begin to race about all that he’d done to his lover, it had only been a month since everything had all happened. Neither of them had really talked in depth about what happened, yes there were the rushed apologies right off the bat, but they hadn’t really expressed to each other how it had all impacted them emotionally. Maybe tonight would be the night they could talk about it, tonight, tomorrow morning, sometime soon, they needed to talk.
Ballister tossed his dirty clothes in the hamper in the corner of the bathroom before taking a look at himself in the mirror. The bags under his eyes were heavy, and even after returning next to his lover's side, and stopping the director he still didn’t feel at rest, he couldn’t. Thoughts of Nimona often plagued his mind, if maybe she would return by whatever magic that had created her. He hadn’t gone back to their ‘evil lair’ yet, it still seemed too painful.
Of course it wasn’t only the thought of Nimona that haunted him, it was also scars left over from what had all happened in those few days, weeks maybe? Everything had happened so fast time seemed to slip his grasp. The scars, mental, emotional, and physical all had yet to heal completely, at points Ballister worried that they never would.
Ballister took his hand and ran it through his hair. He needed a shower but hadn’t found it in him to take one, at least not tonight. Sighing, he dropped his hand from his hair and quickly brushed his teeth before leaving the bathroom.
Ballister didn’t knock before he entered his shared room with Ambrosius. He expected Ambrosius to have already been laying in bed, but the bed had yet to be made and instead, his lover was standing in front of his prosthetic. His fingers lightly traced the wiring and metal with a sense of melancholy. The closing of the door caused Ambrosius to jump a bit, pulling his fingers away from Ballister’s prosthetic. Startled, he turned his head towards the door making eye contact with his lover.
The silence between them was heavy and dense, the unsaid words threatening to choke them as they stared into each other's eyes. Ambrosius was the first one to break the silence as he cleared his throat and took his eyes off of Ballister, now looking at the bed.
“Want to help me make the bed?” Ambrosius suggested, scratching the back of his head. For the most part, they had been behaving as they always had, but sometimes it got awkward and stiff as if the air molecules in the air had stopped moving. Ballister blinked for a second processing Ambrosius’ words before nodding and walking over to their bed. They both fixed the sheets together standing on their respective sides of the bed. With the bed made, Ballister turned on the lamp on the right side of the bed as Ambrosius turned off the main lights of the room.
Neither of them said a word as they lay down in their bed getting situated. Given that they were both in bed now, Ballister turned off the lamp and all that illuminated the room was the lights of the city filtering in through the thin curtains covering the window. They were quiet for a few minutes more before Ambrosius finally spoke up.
“I wanted to say that I’m sorry, I know I’ve already apologized to you before right after it happened and a couple times after but I feel like we haven’t really gotten to talk about it that much with everything that’s been happening since the queen died. I am so genuinely sorry for how I treated you and your friend Nimona,” At the mention of her name Ballister stiffened a bit, he knew that eventually, they’d have to have a real conversation about it, but he didn’t expect it to be this night.
“I treated both of you unfairly, and while I never believed that you had actually killed the queen, I didn’t say anything to stick up for you and in staying silent I sided with those who were hunting you down. While everything turned out okay in the end, at least… for the most part, I shouldn’t have stood by their side. I should’ve questioned what the director was telling me and not seen Nimona out to be what she wasn’t. While I’ve apologized hundreds of times for your arm, I will apologize for it again, even though it’s what we were trained to do, I took a part of you that you can’t get back and have caused you pain and harm. Sometimes all my mind can do is replay my actions toward you at that moment and the moments following. I wish I could change my actions and go back and know what I know now back then, but I know I can’t. I just want you to know how much I love and care about you, Ballister,” Ambrosius confessed, a few stray tears making their way down his face as he reached out to brush away a couple of tears that had fallen from Ballister’s eyes.
“I know Ambrosius, and I love you too, and care about you so much. I really appreciate all that you’ve said, and I want to acknowledge that you were being manipulated while this all happened. You don’t have to carry the weight of it all, let some of it fall onto others. I would’ve probably responded the same way had our positions been switched. In the end, the person you are now is not the person you were back then, and that’s what matters. I’m in love with you, not your mistakes. While I’m glad you were able to acknowledge them, they don’t define you. While they’ve left scars, scars will heal someday, even if they feel like they won’t. I know I feel that way sometimes. Someday the pain will be gone, and all that will remain will be the scars and the stories they hold. I’m not sure if I’m making a lot of sense here, but I want you to know that together we can grow and move past this. You don’t have to feel guilty, you’ve suffered the consequences enough.” Ballister responded gently to Ambrosius, now caressing his face with his left hand. 
A weight had been lifted off the both of them, even if just a little bit, things were more manageable. Together they held each other and cried for what seemed to be an eternity but wasn’t quite nearly as long. They lovingly stared at one another, the filtered light highlighting the tear tracks that had run down their faces like rivers.
They talked a bit more after the tears had died down, being honest with each other about what they had been feeling. Talked about things they’d only ever share with each other, and by the time they had reached an end to their conversation, the majority of the city had fallen asleep.
In silence they held each other, Ballister held onto his lover’s waist and laid his head on his chest as Ambrosius traced patterns into his back. Together they lulled themselves to sleep to the sounds of the city of those who stayed awake in ungodly hours. Tomorrow would be a new day for them, things would be different for the better. Plus, maybe even Ballister would stop by his ‘evil lair’ and run into a friend. But who knows, that’s tomorrow, and right now he’s sleeping by his lover's side, content.
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fandoms--fluff · 1 year
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Hey
I got a request, it’s natasha x f!reader just cuddling, I mean Nat gets sick so the reader takes care of her and then they cuddle for a very long time😌☺️
Sending love💜💜
Sick Day
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Female Reader x Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: none
a/n: A bit shorter than I wanted but I hope you like it 💜
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"Come on Nat you can't go and pretend you aren't sick" you stated, blocking her way to leave the room.
"y/n, sweetie, trust me I'm okay" she said unconvincingly.
You rose your eyebrow, "yeah right." She looks as if a zombie collided with her.
"Stay here" you pointed at the bed before going downstairs to get her a glass of water and some medicine.
When you came back to the room Nat is in the closet getting out her suit. Stopping her you grabbed the suit from her hands and instead gave her a blue pill and the glass of water.
"Again, you are not going to work when you're so clearly sick. Take the medicine, it'll make you feel better" you said while putting the suit back in the closet.
After she took the medicine you went over to her and lead her back to your guy's shared bed, making her lay down. Before she could stand back up you laid a blanket over her and hopped in the bed beside her.
"You're not gonna let this go, are you" she asked softly.
"Nope!" You said, popping the 'p'.
"And trust me, making sure you stay in bed all day and help you feel better will be the last thing that I do" you explained to her.
"Well I know one way that you can help me. Giving cuddles" she smiled lightly.
"Now that I can do" you said and opened your arms.
She buried her head in your chest and you wrapped your arms around her tightly.
"Anything else I can do?" You asked.
She just shook her head and closed her eyes, snuggling into your embrace. And that's how you found yourselves cuddling for the next five hours.
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New game: reblog and put in the tags what your life story would be tagged with on ao3
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