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Klance Fic Rec

been so busy guys but trying to catch up i promise!!

I dreamed you were a cosmonaut (of the space between our chairs) by iybms

T | 11K | 1/1 | getting together, flirting, kissing, near death experiences, mutual pining, canon compliant

"You know, you can be a pretty hard guy to find," Lance says, and his steps end at Keith's side, overlooking Orla'an canyon.

"Funny you always say that," Keith remarks, "since you find me, regardless. And," he finally glances at Lance, "…always wearing something weird."

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Lance comes to Keith when he needs someone to pry him open.

Nameless by AveryScribbles

E | 97.8K | 22/22 | AU college, vampires, soulmates, major character injury, angst with a happy ending, blood drinking, slowburn

Lance McClain was not pale. He enjoyed the sun as much as any other, and though he was often run down or fatigued, this was due to his amounting college work, not his need to sleep upside down. He was everything a vampire wasn't. Oh, except for his constant cravings for blood, and the name in cursive imprinted on his wrist.

Since the name had appeared on Lance's thirteenth birthday, he'd been desperately waiting for the day he'd finally meet his soulmate. And then it finally arrives, delivering a boy that causes everything Lance had fantasized to come crashing down around him. Not only is his mate a human, but he's the kind of human that despises vampires. A hunter named Keith.

But matters of the heart aren't the only thing standing in Lance's way, for a much greater enemy is on the horizon, posing a threat not only to Lance and his family, but to Keith, too. The nameless are coming for them, and soon.

just come to me once by laallomri (absolute fav fic ever)

T | 94.5K | 3/3 | fluff, angst, pining, canon typical violence, post season 6

Lance’s smile widens. He leans forward, and the prickling in Keith’s chest gives way to butterflies, fluttering wildly in his stomach, and oh wow has Lance always had this many freckles, has he always had eyelashes that long, has he—

Lance pokes his cheek, right over the Galra mark. Keith blinks.

“I can’t believe you and your mom have matching face tattoos now,” he says, and it’s so fucking dumb, but it’s exactly the kind of dumb thing Keith has longed to hear, and before he knows what he’s doing he’s surging forward, almost knocking Lance back against Red’s paw, and throwing his arms around him.

In which Keith lives on a space whale, goes on a road trip, and (eventually) gets a boyfriend.

Like the Night Falling by iybms

E | 51.9K | 1/1 | rivals to friends to lovers, slow burn, astrophysics, sexual content

Keith reluctantly takes a lead role in an outreach program that forces him outside his comfort zone of solitary work. It would be a lot easier if he and his partner in the endeavor had anything in common.

Catch Feels, Not Covid-19 by Jenanigans1207

G | 20.2K | 7/7 | quarantine AU, covid 19, falling in love, confessions, artist keith

“Well, there’s really only one option, then.” Lance says as he steps further into the room. At least he looks equally as uncomfortable as Keith feels. At least he seems to know he’s broken their boundaries.

“Really?” Keith grinds out, but his anger is deflating. The stress of the situation is starting to wear on him and he just wants it to be over. “Because as far as I can tell, there are no options.”

“You’ll just have to come home with me.” Lance says and Keith balks. He physically feels the color drain from his face as he whips his head around to meet Lance’s blue eyes. He doesn’t even get the incredulous question off of his tongue before Lance is rushing on to explain. “My family visits Cuba every year at this time and since they closed the borders, they’re stuck there until this is over. So my home is completely empty which means there will be tons of room for you, too! And it’s only a couple of hours away, so we won’t risk getting caught anywhere in the middle. And it’s free.”

-- Or:

The coronavirus shuts down Keith and Lance's college and Keith has no choice but to go into quarantine with Lance.

At the Bottom of the Ramp by iybms

T | 12.2K | 1/1 | aggressive rollerblading, strong language, minor violence, getting together, rivals to friends to lovers

Lance is usually the first person to befriend new rollerbladers at the skatepark; it's a small community, and he's a friendly guy.

But not this time. This new guy looks the epitome of edgy and unapproachable, and he's stealing all of Shiro's attention.

#keith kogane #lance mcclain #klance #klance fic #fanfiction #fan fic rec #fic rec #klance fic rec #voltron #voltron legendary defender

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appleciders · 1 year

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okay so i did watch all of warrior nun in like 2 days bc i have the no longer novel coronavirus and i just. am going CRAZY about the mary/shannon/lilith/beatrice dynamic. absolutely crazy. like the pink + white scene? where mary and lilith each take one of beatrice’s arms and hold her protectively, giving each other the big sister look of solidarity and understanding over her head? lilith tipping her head into beatrice’s cheek? the photograph of the three of them laughing? shannon’s death scene - telling lilith she’s ready, giving mary her medal, closing her eyes when beatrice kisses her on the forehead? the way beatrice describes shannon having loved pranking them? just. the love between all of them in every iteration.

and i just. god i have so many feelings about serious, intense, guarded beatrice - who is so YOUNG compared to the others - first coming into cat’s cradle. and mary sitting down with her at dinner, because beatrice automatically sits alone, her head bent. and the others joining. about weeks going by and them slowly warming her up - mary feels proud whenever she makes her lips twitch, lilith is delighted when beatrice starts to slowly show her sense of humor - they all love cruella de jesus so much (except for shannon, who never says anything but never uses it) not just for the lame joke, but because it was beatrice who made it, their beatrice with a proud grin - and shannon radiates affection when she manages to catch one of them with a good prank and beatrice laughs.

beatrice becoming someone who they come to trust not only to keep a level head and a brilliant, tactical mind, but also to love them - and they see the twisting jagged inwardness of her pain, and mary and shannon make knowing, grim eye contact, lilith - who was in so much of the same pressure cooker of perfection except instead of desperately throwing herself into being useful and having value she has turned to becoming the best, becoming ready, she has things to live up to instead of live down - squeezes her hand - but with them beatrice does not let that pain stop her from caring, loving. they are the easiest part of her vows to keep.

and mary and shannon, and mary and lilith - to see those you love changed by something of another world entirely, pulling them away from you, making them less human - and they keep giving their lives for others, fucking self sacrificial idiots, except you’re all cut from the same cloth, aren’t you? not technically, because you’re not of the cloth, not like them - but you’re alike in that way, all of you are, and it’s such a fucking glorified tragedy that you want to burn the catholic church down for it.

(side note it drives me crazy that they all know exactly which parts of each other to cut into, to make hurt - lilith telling mary she’s not really one of them, that she doesn’t belong, that she only cares about herself; mary telling lilith that all she cares about is her legacy; mary telling beatrice that she cares more about the church than her sisters; probably more that i can’t remember but it’s because they know and love each other so well that they can have this much incisive fury - “she’s my sister, of course i hate her”)

and then camila coming in, the new youngest - and now it’s beatrice’s turn to be the big sister, to camila who has been through so much and still reacts to gentleness like a flower to the sun. and camila comes in at such a hard time, because shannon is retreating, hardening, and it is putting everyone on edge. but camila is a joy and beatrice loves her too, and the rest of them get to see her growth with pride, so much pride.

anyway. my KINGDOM for a world where toya turner got to be in season 2.

#the fact that beatrice had to mourn all THREE of them jesus christ #anyway if anyone can direct me to a pre-canon exploration fic of this dynamic i would be so grateful #warrior nun #sister beatrice #shotgun mary #sister lilith #shannon masters #if this doesn’t make sense look away i have a fever

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kairolee2004 · 7 months

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Hello, may I request from Demon Slayer? The Reader takes (separately) their beloved partner into sauna and teaches them how to hit each other with vihta, how to jump into a cold lake or snow in the middle of the sauna, and how to throw more löyly to make it hotter? You can also enjoy cold drinks while in sauna to ease up the heat. Could I request this with Giyu, Sanemi, Gyomei, Kyojuro, and perhaps Tengen? THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Another Demon slayer ask already? Omg fun!! :)

Thanks to ________ for the request!!! <333

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Sauna with… Giyu

• 🌊 It was already difficult enough to get Giyu to come on this mission with you up to the frozen mountains.

• 🌊 Of course it was even more difficult to get him into the sauna!

•🌊 He kept saying that it was a waste of time to stop at the inn when you guys were miles away from the location.

•🌊 With a little convincing and promises of kisses and cuddles later throughout the night… HE ACCEPTED!

• 🌊 As ya’ll sat in the sauna relaxing, Giyu looked at you. He saw how relaxed you looked and kinda loved it.

“You know reader… seeing you like this. All warm and calm, it makes me so happy that I came on this mission with you. Not saying that it isn’t a pleasure being around you!”

• 🌊 You sure as hell were happy that you brought your lovely partner.

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Sauna with… Sanemi

•🍃 This man likes them- PLEASE DO FIGHT ME ON THIS!

•🍃 Feels like Sanemi dragged you to a sauna. Gave the excuse that he’s always ‘sore’ and that he needs to ‘relax’ a lot of the time.

•🍃 Gotta believe the man because he’s paying for most of the stuff.

•🍃 He likes it when the people put in lavender scents. It of course calms both of you down.

•🍃 Cuddles or holds you throughout the whole time y’all are there.

“What? Ok what if I want to hold you, it doesn’t mean anything. I just care about you idiot!”

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Sauna with… Gyomei

•📿 Goes to the sauna 2 times a week!!!

•📿 If he could, man could have a membership!!! Have all the sweet deals and high quality stuff.

•📿Takes you to places like that very often.

•📿 The owners love him and very much adore you!

•📿 Holds onto you the whole time.

•📿 While your talking and holding onto him, he has some… non-holy thoughts about you and he needs to pray STAT!

“My darling, you sound so happy and calm and it brings me so much happiness that you are comfortable around me. Thank you for your love.”

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Sauna with… Kyojuro

•🍱 This man definitely orders drinks in mountains!!

•🍱 He’s got 5 drinks down before you can finish your first.

•🍱 Begging the owners if he can order food or even bring food bit sadly know.

•🍱 I feel like you would sneak in some sweet potatoes for him. You love him that much <3

•🍱 Would definitely secretly run out the front door and jump in the snow. Then run his cold ass back in the hot room.

•🍱 Definitely falls asleep.

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Thanks for reading!!! Sorry I wont be doing Tengen, I had things to due and I officially didn’t have energy to write for him and plus~ Im sick with a virus- NOT CORONAVIRUS!!!

See ya soon!!! - Cookie

Requests are: Open

#x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #gyomei himejima x reader #rengoku x reader #request idea #rengoku kyojuro x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #giyuu tomioka #giyu tomioka x reader #kny x reader

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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 years

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love in the time of covid: prologue

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

chapter rating: M — Frankie’s POV, separations, angsty!frankie, mentions of a past substance abuse issue, covid (this chapter holds no explicit scenes but this entire series is 18+ only due to the amount of smut that will occur)

word count: 1.8k

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Frankie had only moved into his apartment a week ago. His boxes were only half-unpacked, his furniture consisting of a well-loved sofa he’d taken off of Santi’s hands. During the move, the pandemic had reached its height, but he was forced to continue with it—having been newly separated from his fiancé. Ex-fiancé. He needed to get that drilled into his head.

Even before he left to Colombia with the boys, things were already practically over between them, neither of them wanting to actually say the words given their new addition—his baby girl, Alondra. They’d hoped their mutual adoration for the infant would save them, would carry them through a lifetime of lukewarm feelings for each other. But, of course, that wasn’t the case.

His things were packed up neatly in boxes and luggage the minute he arrived home from their trip to Colombia, Frankie’s heart dropping at the sight when he set his keys down in the bowl by the front door. His boots were loud in the painfully quiet suburban home, fingers twiddling against his thighs as he walked up the stairs in hopes of finding his fiancé and daughter.

“Oh,” she gasped when she saw him standing in the doorway of their master bedroom, Alondra laying on their bed while she packed up the last bit of Frankie’s wardrobe into a duffel bag. “I-I didn’t know you were going to be home today. Uh,”

They both looked around at the scene, Frankie’s lips parted but nothing coming out.

“This has been a long time coming, Frankie.” She finally sighed and shrugged, looking exhausted. “I think we’re both ready to move on from this constant state of limbo…walking on eggshells for Alondra’s sake. She deserves to see us happy as she grows up.”

“I take that to mean you’ve met someone else,” he chuckled and looked down at his boot, struck by the sudden collapse of his family, but not as hurt by his fiancé’s infidelity as he thought he would’ve been.

“He’s a single dad. His son goes to Alondra’s day care, and we, uh, just got to talking one day.” She frowned a bit as she watched him avoid her eyes. “I didn’t mean for it to happen, Frankie.”

“No, it’s fine.” He lifted his eyes and brushed off his hurt, shrugging. “Long as you’re happy. And as long as I still get to see my daughter.”

“Of course! No, yeah. We’re not…Alondra’s not going anywhere. You may not be the man for me, but you are the man for her. You’re her dad.” That almost did it—almost made him break—but he swallowed it down, nodding as he walked over to his eight-month-old and picking her up. He kissed her cheek and lingered there for a moment, knowing that these moments would now be split up 50/50.

“Alright, baby. Daddy, uh, daddy will see you soon.” He kissed her again and set her back down, biting his cheek as he watched her smile up at him.

“Where will you go?”

“Santi’s. We’ll, uh, we’ll come by this week to get everything.” Frankie scratched his neck and grabbed the duffel she’d just packed for him, his footsteps heavy as he jogged down the stairs, grabbing the few bags he could carry along with the one he’d just brought back with him from his trip and leaving without another word.

One long month later, and here he was, sat in his lonely and mildly pathetic studio apartment—sick with the Coronavirus.

“I’m supposed to stay quarantined for how long?” He sat on the phone with the clinic he went to go take the test at, the doctor informing him that at least two weeks quarantine was recommended, and then he should come in and get a test to be positive he was Covid-free. “Right. Great. Okay, thank you.”

He hung up the phone and sank back into the couch, his body shaking with a chill even in the early summer heat, his bones aching even more than they usually did. He didn’t have a cough or lose his sense of taste and smell, thankfully. But he definitely wasn’t feeling good.

The worst part about this whole quarantine would be missing two weekends of his time with Alondra, time that had become his saving grace during this separation. His daughter reminded him that he had a reason to go on with his sobriety—or to just go on at all. And now that she wasn’t here…

Knock, knock.

His eyes narrowed at the door, wondering who could possibly be knocking on his door when only two people knew where he’d moved to. He stood up with a groan, body sore and so fucking cold. Pressing his eye to the peephole, he saw that it wasn’t Santi or his ex standing on the other side but a young—dare he say attractive—woman carrying a bag of what looked to be take out.

“Yes?” He called out from inside the apartment, not wanting to risk infecting an innocent stranger who probably had the wrong address.

“Hi, sorry. I’m delivering an order, would you like me to just leave it at the door?” He narrowed his eyes. He didn’t order anything.

“I’m sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong apartment.”

“Uh, Frankie Morales—apartment 507?” He watched as she read the ticket, deciding to crack the door a bit. She took a step back out of precaution as he held his hand up. One second later, he came back with a face mask on, opening the door a bit more. “Oh, are you…do you have the virus?”

“Yeah,” he nodded and gestured for you to stay put. “That’s, uh, that’s my name, but I didn’t order anything, I don’t know that I should take it.”

Just after speaking, his phone started to buzz in his pocket, signaling an incoming text. He opened it and nodded as he read that Santi had very kindly sent him over some food, chuckling as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. “My friend ordered it for me, I guess. Sorry about all this fuss.”

“Oh, no. You’d be surprised how often this happens. Especially now with the virus going around.” She chuckled and it made him feel lighter, but perhaps that could’ve been the fever. “Well, I’ll leave it right over here for ya. And be sure to tell your girlfriend to leave me a good review on the app.”

“Oh, no. Not a girlfriend. A boy friend. A man friend. Sorry, it’s a friend who is a man. I’m straight—well, mostly straight. Nobody’s really fully straight, right?” He chuckled at his case of verbal diarrhea and scratched his neck, watching as she chuckled and nodded. “What’s, uh, whats your name? Just so I can be sure that we give a five star to the right person.”

She told him her name and he grinned underneath his mask, nodding at her.

“Well, Frankie Morales, I hope you feel better soon.” She smiled at him as she stepped away and down the stairs of his apartment, her eyes catching his over her shoulder before she disappeared from his sight. Picking up the food, he stepped back inside his studio with a smitten grin, pulling his phone out to call up his best friend.

“Did you get the food?” Santi picked up and started speaking over the sound of music playing in the background.

“Yeah,” Frankie sat down on his couch and sandwiched the phone between his ear and shoulder as he opened up the bag. “Are you having a fucking fiesta over there or what?”

“Yeah, the boys are all here. We felt bad that you’re all alone in that apartment so we sent over some tacos. Figured you already had the beer covered.” Frankie chuckled and looked over at the half-drunken bottle of beer on his coffee table.

“Hey, uh, the girl who delivered my food wanted me to tell you to give her a five star rating.” Frankie felt a blush appear on his face as he thought about her smile, shocked that he could still manage to feel so smitten at his age and after what he’s gone through in the romance department.

“Oh, Frankie’s got a crush on the delivery girl, huh?” Santi teased, Will and Benny making a commotion in the background. “She cute?”

“Yeah, she’s cute. Wish I got her number, but it’s hard to flirt when you’re infected and quarantined. Not really a hot selling point.” He picked up one of the carne asada tacos and lifted it to his mouth, nodding in appreciation at the taste. “What, uh, what app did you use to order this? Just, uh…you know. In case I got hungry.”

“Yeah, hungry alright.” Santi teased again before breaking down and giving him the app and restaurant info. “You know you don’t get to choose who delivers your food right? It’s all based on who picks up the order on their end—“

“Let the guy be a hopeless romantic.” Frankie rolled his eyes and chuckled at the sound of Will stealing the phone from Santi. “I say you go for it, man. You’ve been in a dry streak for how long now?”

“Too long.” Frankie sighed as he tried to remember the last time he’d had sex. Was it really the night of Alondra’s conception?

“See, go for it. You’ve only got two more weeks of isolation and then you’re free to stalk whatever delivery girl you want.”

“Okay, okay, let’s not use that word. No stalking is happening here, just…hopeful ordering.” He looked at the ticket on the bag, nearly choking on his food as he swallowed it. “And my savings account dwindling, apparently.”

Though he knew it was a frivolous way to spend his money, he also knew that for the first time in a very long time, he had a spark of hope—hope that maybe he wouldn’t spend the rest of his life alone. Hope that maybe he could also find happiness and show his daughter what it looked like when her father was in love, much like her mother had found.

So, with nothing much to lose besides cash, he decided that everyday of this quarantine, he’d treat himself to some form of takeout until he got his delivery girl again. And then, he’d just have to figure out how to ask for her phone number without puking out of anxiety.

Simple enough.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years

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Five Fics Friday: Nov. 11/22

Happy Friday, everyone! I hope you guys enjoy the start of the weekend with one of these fantastic fics recently added to my MFL list! Enjoy!

RECENT MFLs

Stet by LaDolceMia (E, 4,273 w., 1 Ch. || Body Worship, Grammar Porn, First Time, Rimming) – Jotted for a prompt on the kink meme. Because really, how could a linguistics scholar resist it?: Sherlock finds John's porn stash. He reads the entire thing, and when John comes home, he finds part highlighted and circled where they've got it wrong.

Heart on the Line by aquileaofthelonelymountain (M, 4,901 w., 2 Ch. || TSo3 Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Runaway Groom John, Light Angst, Sherlock’s Poor Self Esteem) – Mrs Hudson repeated the motion, this time with a little more force. Sherlock frowned slightly at her, earning himself a roll of eyes. This time, she actually tilted her head, but what finally caught his attention was the fact that she mouthed John’s name. Sherlock blinked at him, but looked back to Mrs Hudson in shock as the words of the priest reached his ears. “… if anyone objects to the marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Mrs Hudson looked very proud that he had finally understood.

a hands-off approach by OmalleyMeetsTibbs and simplyclockwork (E, 7,516 w., 1 Ch. || Background Mystrade, Coronavirus / COVID-19, Quarantine, Developing Relationship, Alternating POV, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Bratty Sherlock, Touch Starvation, Friends to Lovers, Bisexual John, Everyone Ships It, Awkward Romance, Idiots in Love) – Quarantine is a time of reflection, a time of adapting, a time of finding connection through other means.And throwing sticky hands at your touch-starved flatmate. OR “How to comfort your touch-starved consulting detective during COVID: a guide by John Watson.”

Familiar Pain by plain_jane08 (E, 20,603 w., 8 Ch. || Post-TGG, IBS, Hurt/Comfort, Sherlock Whump) – John was probably the first person Sherlock regretted turning down. John was different to the heaving masses of society... It sparked a small glimmer of hope in Sherlock’s chest that maybe John was different. If he could accept Sherlock for all his unusualness then maybe he could accept the part that Sherlock kept hidden from everyone. Maybe John would be the first person to offer Sherlock comfort rather than scorn.

The Man With the Cartier Frames by JRow (T, 32,447 w., 8 Ch. || Post S4, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Case Fic, Parentlock, POV Sherlock, Sick Child, Pining Sherlock) – Sherlock's top priority is The Work, just as it's always been. His current case is a breeze and will surely be solved quickly. Frank Cleary is obviously having an affair and all Sherlock has to do is find him. And Sherlock will...in between trips to Putney to help with Rosie, collecting Rosie from school, and preparing for Rosie's sleepover at Baker Street.

#johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #five fics friday

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phanfictioncatalogue · 6 months

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College/University Roommates (2) Masterlist

part one

And it's all gonna be wonderful (ao3) - INeverHadMyInternetPhase (BirbWatcher)

Summary: Dan knows he and Phil are 'together'. There's no doubt in his mind about that. He's just... not quite sure how exactly to situate what they are, and especially not when something as stressful as Valentine's Day was coming up.

begin and never cease (ao3) - palomeheart

Summary: Dan is a grumpy second year law student living with reclusive, perpetual grad student named Phil. When the holiday season brings out a side of Phil that Dan’s never seen before, Meanwhile, when Phil finds out Dan hates all things festive, he makes it his goal to change Dan’s mind before Christmas. And also to find the perfect mince pie.

Flatmates (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: oh my god they were flatmates / the fuckboy!phil au we all deserve

forgetful (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil always forgets the keys to the dorm room; luckily dan always has his back

gold & green (ao3) - lightninghowells

Summary: dan is a student at the university of manchester and he just moved into his first flat. now all he needs is a roommate.

Law Exams - amazingdanielhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil attend the same Uni. Phil catches Dan cheating on assignment/essay and blackmails him.

Meeting You (ao3) - developerdaniel

Summary: "I guess I know the answer to my worries," Dan whispered, alcohol still lightly on his breath but Phil didn't care. All he wanted to do was kiss Dan again – and so he did. He tilted his head just enough to press his lips to Dan's, starting a soft and slow kiss, their lips moving together like they'd been doing this for years while his body lit up like there was a fire in every one of his nerve endings.

~*~*~ aka dan and phil are roommates in college this semester and end up pining for each other and then having a good romp together. ft top phil, bottom dan, and some hq sexuals

My Homophobic Roommate - wordsofphandom

Summary: Phil is the best college roommate that Dan could have imagined, but things get awkward when he walks in on Dan with another boy. Is Phil just a homophobe or is there more to it?

Pictures Of You (ao3) - CanDanAndPhilNot (enbycalhoun)

Summary: Punk Phil and (softish) Dan find out they are roommates after a couple stressful encounters.

robot in the dorms (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: dan goes to university in florida and meets his roommate phil. after a few months, and despite dan's facade of disinterest, he begins to actually like phil and his nerdy ways. the robot that phil designs doesn't help.

or: another "oh my god they were roommates" fic but COOLER because robots

spilled intentions (ao3) - ordanary (ghostsofjersey)

Summary: It’s Dans first day of uni and everything is going decently until a black haired boy in his year spills coffee all over his jumper– and then it’s suddenly going wonderfully.

Temperature. (ao3) - heyitsnxel

Summary: Dan's first day of uni isn't exactly how he pictured it to be. But, in the end, maybe that's okay.

This Could be the End of Everything (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: Dan’s finally starting university, the phase of his life he’s been waiting for since he was a small child. His first real chance at freedom, away from his parents. Unfortunately, the universe has other plans for him.

Prompt: au where dan and phil are college students who get separated when they're sent home bc of coronavirus. potential dan isn't out to his parents angst + general ldr angst + fluffy reunion when they get back to campus and everything is over pls

What We Lac (ao3) - phan_anon

Summary: Alpha!Phil might just have found what's been Lac-ing from his life in his housemate Omega!Dan...

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #au #roommates #roommates masterlist #university

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floralcyanide · 2 years

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The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Chapter Eight

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: mentions of past innuendo, mentions of sex, nightmares.

Word Count: 2824

>> hellooo welcome to chapter eight! I know I keep leaving you all with cliffhangers but this chapter is pretty tame. please let me know if you enjoy it! (:

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March 2020

I have been holed up in an apartment for weeks without being able to leave. I’ve been stuck in a relationship where I wasn’t held to an acceptable standard. I have been through the wringer with my ex, trying to figure out how to get out of the tense situation without ruining our new friendship, if you’d call it that. I got through all of those things. But I had never felt so stuck before in my entire life until Austin told me that an entire movie, a person’s life story, and the hope of fans worldwide now fell on me. And I don’t know if that’s something I can get to the other side of. Apparently, I look enough like Priscilla to be her character and have enough acting experience. Besides, desperate times call for desperate measures, and if an extra has to be used in the main cast, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. But it felt like it was the end to me.

Baz decided that everything we have filmed so far will be refilmed after the six months are up. Not just because I was recast, but because he felt it would be better that way. I have to stay with Austin during these six months because I have to gain chemistry with him or instead gain chemistry back. Whatever we have going on right now isn’t a good kind of chemistry to work with, so we have to fix that. Also, I can’t really go home anyway. Everyone has been told that wherever you are right now, you should probably stay if possible. The virus has become too dangerous. I broke the lease to my apartment and had everything I brought with me here transferred to Austin’s condo, thanks to Tyler. He’s slightly upset that we can’t have movie nights anymore in each other’s apartments, but he understands completely. Jess is feeling better. Luckily, their coronavirus case wasn’t extreme, and they don’t have any long-term side effects.

Dacre and I are still friends; we’ve actually grown closer since quarantine. Sometimes it makes Austin feel weird, but he isn’t as jealous as he used to be. Luke and Dacre forgave Austin for his unhinged comment. But they made sure to tell him that even though they were cool, they would physically harm him if he hurt me again. Tom checked up on us every other day until he and his wife got the virus. His case is really bad, and everyone is very worried about him. On the bright side, Olivia has gotten a little better and has been really supportive of me replacing her part. I still feel like I’m betraying her in a way, but she has assured me that I could absolutely do this- that I’m capable of playing Priscilla. Even Priscilla herself has reached out to me to tell me that based on what everyone has been telling her, she was pleased to “have a great woman” like me to play her. That alone was enough to wake me up. I need to play this part whether I like it or not. Whether I want to be famous or not.

It’s been a struggle for the last two weeks. I had to make sure to tell Austin that I wasn’t mad at him and I didn’t hate him. And that if I was distant, I just had a lot to think about. I had to think about how I would play a serious, life-changing role as an actress with little prior experience. I really, really had to think about how to go about living with Austin again now that we had to forcefully. I also had to think about our relationship, whether it was romantic or platonic. Our characters are romantically involved, so we have to work on our dynamic. We can’t fight anymore or let anything come between us while filming, or else it would be challenging to maintain chemistry. Apparently, there’s an on-screen kiss that we have to prepare for, too. I don’t know how ready for that Austin or I will be, but I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

I have decided to wait until Austin and I get out of this weird patch before thinking any harder about pursuing our relationship again. I don’t want the foundation of our rekindled relationship to be built on any hesitance or negative emotion. I told him I’d think about it, and I have, but I won’t think on it more than I have to until it’s necessary. Luckily, I think we’re beginning to move out of the awkward phase anyway. It shouldn’t be long before we’re entirely out of it.

It’s a Friday night, not that the day of the week matters anymore at this point, and Austin and I are on the couch. We’re watching our favorite show we used to binge when we were together, and for a moment, it almost seems like old times. Today was our last chill day before we needed to start working on our lines and execution. I plan on starting Priscilla’s book soon to gain more insight into her as a person. I’m not able to call her at any given time, much less see her in person, so at least I have some primary sources to gain perspective from. Austin has a plethora of sources for information on Elvis, so he has a lot to take from. I’ve been helping Austin practice maintaining his voice and accent when he wasn’t Zooming with a coach. My thoughts are interrupted when I notice what’s happening on the TV.

“I still can’t believe they killed him off like that,” I frown at one of my characters dying a painful death, even if it’s the tenth time I’ve watched the scene.

“Remember the first time we watched it happen? There’s nothing more painful than seeing it for the first time,” Austin shakes his head at the memory. We were both in hysterics the first time we watched this particular scene, to put it lightly.

“God, I know. It still hurts but not quite as bad,” I shrug, digging into the bag of hot chips I had on my side of the couch.

Austin eyeballs the bag for a moment before turning his eyes back to the TV screen, “You still eat those?” he asks.

“Yep. Sure do,” I say, popping a chip into my mouth.

“I don’t see how you have a stomach lining left,” Austin snorts as he chews on a Sour Patch Kid.

“I don’t see how you don’t have sores in your mouth,” I chide, motioning to the yellow bag of sour candy.

“Good point,” Austin shrugs.

His previously black-dyed hair is starting to fade into a weird shade of brown. He hasn’t bothered redying it since no one will see it. I thought the dark hair was a good look on him, in all honesty, but I’m partial to blonde-haired Austin. Especially when his hair was long and blonde. I would braid it sometimes when he’d let me.

“What are you thinking about?” Austin pipes up from next to me.

I shake my head, readjusting to real life after being deep in thought, “Nothing. Just thinking of old times.”

“Old times, huh?” Austin nods in acknowledgment, “How old?”

“As old as your long hair,” I giggle, almost wanting to reach out and touch the fading hair.

“I miss it sometimes,” Austin says, glancing over at me, “Especially when you’d braid it.”

“You only let me do that a few times, though. But I loved doing it,” I say with a smile.

“I never told you, but it felt really nice. I liked when you played with my hair,” Austin says, toying nervously with a Sour Patch Kid between his fingers.

“Trust me, I know. I know a lot of stuff you didn’t tell me,” I scoff, “Like when you’d secretly use some of my conditioner.”

Austin turns to me and looks a tad shocked, “How’d you know?”

“Austin, I could smell it on you. Did you think I wouldn’t know what my conditioner smells like?” I laugh, no longer paying full attention to the TV.

“Good point,” he sighs, and he looks as if he’s going to say something else but brushes it off.

“What?” I ask curiously.

“It’s nothing,” Austin swats his hand, “Just a silly question.”

“I love silly questions,” I narrow my eyes suspiciously at him.

“It’s kind of embarrassing,” he mumbles.

“Just tell me,” I roll my eyes, “You’re not one to keep something in if it’s bothering you.”

Austin looks at me and sighs because he knows I’m right. His face starts blushing a little as he figures out how to say whatever he’s going to say.

“I was gonna ask if you’d play with my hair. I know that’s weird,” he says defensively, “But it grounds me. And I’m too wired to sleep.”

My heart flutters a little at his sheepishness, “You could’ve just straight up asked me, Aus. I’m not gonna bite your head off.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you anymore,” Austin jokes.

“Whatever,” I shove his shoulder, patting my lap, “Lay down.”

He readjusts his sitting position to lay down properly before resting his head on my thighs. I almost instinctively reach my hand out to run it through his hair as if it hasn’t been a long time since I’ve done it. I guess it’s true that old habits die hard. Playing with Austin’s hair was the second thing he liked to do with me, the first being kissing. I see him letting me play with his hair as a step forward out of the fog we’ve been in. The kissing is obviously something he struggles with, but I’m not pushy. I took the hint when he didn’t kiss me when we had sex. Austin thought of kissing as being the most intimate thing a couple could share besides sex. He would do it any chance he got, even if it was in public. Austin couldn't get enough. Even if it’s such a sacred action for him, he didn’t waste time worrying about his surroundings or how PDA looked to others. It was as simple as holding hands and as intimate as sex. So, for now, running my fingers through his hair was enough for both of us.

Tonight would be the first night I would have a nightmare. In the nightmare, I’m plastered on every magazine and website, being labeled and scrutinized. It’s something I always made sure to stay away from in consciousness, but now I no longer could. The feeling of anxiety that I’ve been pushing down was beginning to present itself in my dreams. I make a lot of noise when I have nightmares and thrash around a lot, so when I’m awoken by a very concerned Austin, I’m not surprised. I’m more or so relieved that the nightmare is over than worried that he’s in my room.

“Are you okay?” Austin asks, out of breath from running in here to make sure I didn’t hurt myself by accident.

“Yeah,” I sit up, pressing my palm to my clammy forehead, “Just a bad dream is all.”

“You were yelling for a second, and I got worried,” Austin says quietly as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Was I?” I furrow my eyebrows, trying to recall when I could’ve shouted, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Do you wanna talk about it?” Austin asks.

I shake my head, “No, it’s fine. Do you mind…” I trail off, wrapping my arms around myself. I try to figure out how to carefully word what I’m about to ask.

Austin misunderstands what I’m saying and gets up from the bed and heads to the door, but I blurt out my question before he can get one foot through the opening.

“Do you mind staying?” I blurt out, my face burning at my vulnerability.

It was hell the first time I had a nightmare after Austin and I split up. I couldn’t go back to sleep that night since I was so used to someone holding me until I relaxed. I had several nightmares about leaving Austin after we broke up, and every time was a struggle. I never really learned how to come down from the adrenaline by myself. I would stay awake until I had to be up the following day.

“Oh,” Austin mutters, “I don’t mind.”

I move over in the bed so he has enough room to slide in next to me. This is the first time Austin has held me since I left him. I wouldn’t consider his very brief period of having me on his chest after we had sex to be cuddling of any form. I’m a little nervous about having him so close to me without the sexual tension. It’s so intimate to have someone hold you and sleep next to you, but I think I’m ready for that. Austin lays down behind me before cautiously draping an arm over my side. I pushed my back against his chest, letting him know it was okay to touch me. He then wraps both arms around my waist protectively.

“Is this okay?” Austin whispers in my ear.

“This is okay,” I whisper back.

He relaxes into the embrace, tucking my head under his chin as I let my eyes close. I finally go back to sleep. The next morning, I wake up still in Austin’s arms. While I’m sure he’s still asleep, I take his right hand and play with his fingers absentmindedly. After a few minutes, I hear a scoff in my ear. Austin buries his nose into my neck before he speaks.

“Still in love with my hands, I see?” he chuckles against my skin.

I don’t respond but instead flatten my hand against his, holding it up to show the difference in size. Austin slips his fingers through mine, grasping my hand in his tightly before pulling it to him. He pulls his face from my neck and kisses my hand softly before laying our intertwined fingers back down on the mattress. I realized that I no longer had anything to think about now; we were out of whatever phase we were in upon meeting again.

“I think I’m ready,” I say out loud without a shred of context.

“For what?” Austin asks, his voice still deep from sleep.

“I’ve had enough time to think about things,” I say, pulling his arm off of me so I can turn over to face him.

Now that it’s not dark in here, I can see Austin came in here straight from bed because he has on no shirt. His hair is slightly disheveled, and his eyes are still hooded from sleep. But Austin still has his full attention on me now that I’m turned in his direction. A look of realization comes across his face, but he waits for me to continue.

“I want to be with you again,” I say, looking into Austin’s eye carefully, trying to gauge his reaction, “But you have to promise me something.”

“What is that?” the corners of Austin’s lips twitch like he wants to smile.

“If you are ever bothered by something, tell me about it before letting it bother you too much or letting it eat you alive. You’ve never had a problem with that until now,” I say.

“I think I keep things in because the last time I said what was on my mind, you left,” Austin says, “It’s not your fault about how I feel, of course. But it’s just something I have to get over. Especially since you aren’t gone anymore.”

I nod understandingly, “Well, I’m not going anywhere. It’s not like I can either way,” I joke, “But I still wouldn’t want to.”

Austin puts a gentle hand on my cheek, almost testing my reaction to his touch. When I don’t pull away, he then places his other hand on my face, holding it still. His eyes flicker down to my lips and then back up to my eyes.

“Can I kiss you, Ro?” Austin asks just above a whisper, his tone uncertain.

“Only if you’re okay with that,” I say reassuringly, not looking away from him.

“I am,” Austin says, pressing his forehead against mine, “but are you?”

“Yes, I’m okay with it,” I hold back a nervous giggle, “You can kiss me.”

Slowly, Austin pulls my jaw forward and connects his lips to mine in a simple kiss. I grab onto his face, deepening it a little more as I turn my head to the side. It’s so familiar- the pressure of his stupidly soft lips against mine. It makes me almost want to kick myself for ever letting him go. But the past is past. And now I’m ready to move forward with Austin like time hasn’t been lost.

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worstbookclub · 3 months

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Spoiler-free teaser for our next episode being released tomorrow night!

We read the entire Kissing the Coronavirus Trilogy... I am personally traumatized

Tune in to hear about some of the wildest erotica out there :)

You can find our past episodes and links to your favourite podcatchers here!

(Don't tell Meag I forgot to post this till 10:30 please)

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kjack89 · 2 years

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“I think she finally caught me.”

Grantaire’s voice was small, and hoarse, and Enjolras made a small noise of confusion without looking up from his phone as he lay next to Grantaire in bed. “Who caught you?”

“Miss Rona.” If possible, Grantaire managed to sound even more miserable, and he pillowed his head against Enjolras’s shoulder. “After three years of hunkering down—“

“Two and a quarter,” Enjolras murmured.

“—three years of staying home and not even going to the bar, and do you know how hard that was for me?” Grantaire raised his voice slightly. “Three years of being safe and taking every fucking precaution and now COVID finally got me.”

Enjolras cleared his throat. “I’m not exactly sure that I would say that you took every precaution—“

“Are you really judging my best attempts at COVID precautions in my time of need?” Grantaire asked indignantly. Enjolras tactfully chose not to say anything, and Grantaire sighed. “You should go, you know. If I’m positive, I’m contagious, and my antigen test isn’t scheduled until tomorrow.”

“If you’re positive, I’ve almost certainly already caught it from you,” Enjolras said.

Grantaire made a face. “Still, you should go. I’m no fun tonight and I know you only came over because you were hoping we were gonna, y’know.”

“Grantaire.”

“And it’s not that I don’t want to, believe me,” Grantaire continued, letting out a hacking cough before adding with an attempt at his usual bravado, “Miss Rona cannot keep a good dog down, if you know what I mean.”

Enjolras just shook his head. “I very rarely ever do.”

“But I’m cranky and feverish and honestly I’m not sure I meet the legal threshold for informed consent right now, so—“

“Grantaire.” This time, Grantaire didn’t try to talk over him, and Enjolras set his phone down before telling Grantaire, “I didn’t come here for that.”

Grantaire blinked. “You didn’t?”

“Joly called me, gave me the head’s up.” Enjolras shrugged. “And since I’ve spent the last two nights here and might already be infected anyway, I wanted to come over and keep you company.”

“You wanted to keep me company,” Grantaire repeated slowly.

Enjolras arched an eyebrow. “Does that surprise you?”

“Kind of.”

“Well, it shouldn’t,” Enjolras said firmly. “We’re, I mean, y’know, we’re—“ He gestured wordlessly between the two of them. “So I think that this is part of the deal.”

Grantaire squinted at him. “Am I hallucinating?”

Enjolras rolled his eyes. “Grantaire, I’m being serious.”

But Grantaire just kept looking up at him, a slow smile crossings his face. “You’re here because you like me.”

Enjolras stared at him. “We had sex less than 12 hours ago. I think that’s kind of obvious—“

“No I mean you like me. Like, like like me.”

“Is this the fever talking?” Enjolras asked.

Grantaire just shook his head, grinning. “Are you trying to say that you’re my boyfriend?”

Enjolras blinked. “Um. Yes?”

“Well,” Grantaire said, after a long moment. “You’ve got a helluva sense of timing.”

Enjolras rolled his eyes and turned to kiss Grantaire’s forehead. “Maybe now would be a good time to try to get some sleep.”

Grantaire just grinned, closing his eyes. “Whatever you say, boyfriend.”

Enjolras shook his head, but the look on his face was fond as he rested his cheek against Grantaire’s head. “Whether the coronavirus has you or not, I’ve got you. So get some sleep.”

“Sap,” Grantaire whispered, and Enjolras just smiled and kissed the top of his head again.

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austinswhitewolf · 1 year

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Blue Eyes Baby Pt. 12

Hope you all like this song. I absolutely love it and just had to use it some way. <3

The next day Austin realized why Baz had done what he did. It took a bit of explaining before Gabe promised not to talk to Baz. She grumbled about it the rest of that day but she wouldn’t break her word to her soulmate. As the week drew on, word started to move around set about a virus starting to spread that was very contagious. Coronavirus is what they were calling it, or COVID for short. Filming companies were shutting down as countries started to quarantine. It wasn’t long before they were put on lockdown. No one was to leave their residence unless absolutely necessary.

Only ever leaving to restock up on food and as it was, they kept it short and direct with what they needed.

Both were beyond happy they had found each other when they did, having to go through this without your soulmate would have been almost unbearable.

One of the first few weeks, Gabe would catch Austin with his guitar out on the balcony with a pad of paper and pencil. A few times she heard a few notes being played before he would scribble on the pad. But whenever she would walk out, he flipped the pad over and smiled at her. “What are you up to Mister? Hmmm?” She grinned back at him. “Nothing.” His eyes glittered with mischief. “Uh huh…. Okay.” She eyed him before grinning. “What do you want for lunch, Handsome?” “How about Lemon Pepper Chicken with rice?” “I can do that. I’ll let you know when it’s almost done.” Gabriel leaned over and kissed him, his lips soft against hers. When she tried to lean back up, his hand shot out and laced in her hair and around the back of her neck pulling her back down into another kiss. “I love you so much Dove.” With another soft short kiss he let her go. As she walked back inside, he watched her for a few minutes before turning back to the pad of paper and flipped it right side up. He was half way done with this project. It was a surprise for Gabriel, something he was creating. Calloused fingertips slid back to the strings of his acoustic guitar and started to play a few notes softly. He bit his lip while scribbling down on the paper again. This continued on for about 40 minutes or so before he saw Gabe heading towards him out of the corner of his eye. Austin once again flipped the pad over and looked up when she poked her head out. “Food will be done in about five minutes Aus.” “Sounds good, I’ll set the table out here for us.” Stretching up out of the chair, the pad of paper and guitar got put into the hard case and then brought inside. It didn’t take long for them to be sitting back outside on the balcony eating. Gabe was curious to know what Austin was working on, but she would never push him to show her if he didn’t want to. Besides, the love and time he was putting into whatever it was told her it was important to him and when he was ready she would know.

It wasn’t until about a week later when the sun was starting to set that Austin pulled her out to the balcony just before sunset and had her sit. “I want to play you something.” He murmured while pulling his guitar out of it’s case and sat in the other chair with it in his lap. “I finished writing it earlier today.” Blue eyes looked up at her once more before dropping back to the guitar. He took a deep breath before beginning to strum.

Hey, I wish you could see yourself, just sitting there on my chair

I'm staring at you, you don't even notice

Should've told you straight away, you don't have to be afraid anymore

I know you would've noticed

You'll know

You'll know’

Austin’s eyes flicked up before focusing again. His fingers never missed a fret.

‘That I won't let you go

Put your arms around me and I'll let you know how it feels when time goes slow

And I won't let it rush when I see you dance and the moment comes when I fall and time goes slow

I fall into you’

Gabe’s eyes grew huge. Never did she expect him to write something like this. She thought he was working on something for the movie.

Her eyes started to gloss over with tears, this was so beautiful. Her stomach was full of butterflies right now.

‘Hey, I wish I could show you more, 'cause baby you deserve some more, but still you're here and that's what I adore.

Should've told you straight away, everything I had to say

But I'm afraid and I know you would've noticed

You'll know

You'll know’

Okay, how could this man be anymore perfect and wonderful? How on earth did she deserve such a wonderful man like this?

‘That I won't let you go

Put your arms around me and I'll let you know how it feels when time goes slow

And I won't let it rush when I see you dance and the moment comes when I fall and time goes slow

I fall into you

I fall into you.’

Austin let his fingers stay on the strings for a few moments after the last note and word. He took a breath before looking up.

Gabriel was now all out crying from pure love and astonishment. “Austin. Oh my god, this is what you were doing all this time? That is beautiful! I… I can’t even put into words what this means to me.” She stood up and moved over towards him. He copied her movements, though he set the guitar down in the case on the table. Her arms were around his neck the moment he was within reach and her lips crashed to his. When they had to part for a breath, he cupped her cheeks, thumbs brushing away the tears. “You really like it?” His words were soft and almost shy, while his eyes searched hers. “Like it? Austin, I love it. It’s the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. And it is all from you, not something you just picked out and played. God, I just… So beautiful hun.” With those words, he leaned down and kissed her again softly. “Every word is true. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You always ground me. When I have a horrible day or even a great day, you are here to share it with me.” Austin’s eyes were tearing up now as well. “I love you so much Gabriel. I can’t live without you in my life.” Both stood there in each other's arms for an unknown amount of time. It wasn’t until sunset was almost completely gone did they pull apart. “You will have to record that for me so I can listen to it whenever I want.” She said as she tucked some errant strands behind his ear. “Only for you Dove. Always for you.” Austin reached over and closed the guitar case and grabbed it before guiding her inside.

“Oh! I want to get the sheet you wrote this on framed!” Gabe grinned and almost bounced in his arms. A soft chuckle left him, she was so precious. Everything about her always made him smile. “Okay. We can do that.” It was after he finished saying that, a large yawn left his lips which garnered a laugh from her. He had been anxious of how she would like the song and now that her reaction was ten times better then he had ever hoped, he was wiped out. “Let’s climb into bed and watch something?” she asked with a loving smile. He nodded and once the case was set down, he wrapped her up in his arms, moving into the bedroom. She loved when he was sleepy like this. He became a big cuddler and almost like a koala holding on to her. It was something she always was happy to do with him.

Once they had changed and climbed into bed, Austin burrowed down into the blankets against her side, his head on her chest as she flipped the tv on. She put on planet earth and a sleep timer for the tv to turn off, knowing she would be out shortly with him. Then she wrapped her arms tightly around him and breathed him in. “Good night Aus. Love you so much.” “Love you too Dove. Glad you liked the song.” His words were already turning to mumbles as he drifted off to sleep.

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