#which is great and it does make the bed warmer

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello! Wanted to ask you if you could write another Thenamesh AU in Kievan-Rus?

Maybe some interaction with Olga and Thena?

"A word?"

All of the Eternals turned, but the Queen's eyes were on the Warrior Eternal. Thena raised her brows. They were always to respect the rule of the humans of the land. Not that she was always the best at that.

"Please," the Queen offered more humbly, imploring Thena closer, "Warrior Eternal."

Thena looked at the others, who gave the Queen varying degrees of bows before taking their leave. Thena remained on the carpet rolled out over the frigid stone floors of the throne room.

Olga's eyes flicked to the far corner of the room before returning to Thena, "I understand you are no subject of mine."

Thena let her continue. She knew why her eyes had drifted; she could feel Gilgamesh lingering in the room. If she focused she could hear all of his little movements; the shuffling of his feet, his hands fidgeting, even his breathing.

"But I have watched you fight those demonic creatures," Olga held her head high. "Nightmares I thought only existed in legends."

Thena merely nodded. Deviants were getting harder and harder to explain to humans in that sense. But all the better that they became legends and myths and stories used to scare children.

"You are one of the fighters of Lady Ajak's," Olga surmised. Thena never considered a Fighter for Ajak. Although she wasn't even sure she considered herself a Fighter for Arishem. She simply...fought. "The best, in my view."

Thena needed no lavish praise. She had gotten plenty of it over the centuries. Still she bowed her head.

"I would like your counsel," Olga proposed, sitting taller in the massive throne, second only for the one meant for the King. "If you see fit."

"Counsel?" Thena raised a sleek eyebrow. For all she had been revered as a Goddess of War and Wisdom, she had grown rather tired of it.

"On matters of battle," Olga confirmed, now rising from the throne and walking closer to Thena below her. She descended the platform and steps keeping the thrones separate from the rest of the room. Her guards tensed but she dismissed them with a wave of her hand. "Matters of war, if you prefer."

Thena merely looked at the woman, far, far younger than she. And even then, Olga was still young in many ways. "No one prefers war, your majesty."

"It would not be wise to," Olga agreed in not so many words. The two women - equally guarded - stared at each other. "But I think your views on the subject align with mine."

"Do they?"

Olga smiled, and it seemed rather unlike she did when she was sitting on that throne. Olga actually managed much of her husband's ruling, he rather focusing on territory and its expansion. Their partnership was a fine match.

Olga twitched her head, gesturing to the man floating around listlessly, pretending to admire the tapestries hung around the room. "He is yours?"

Thena looked back at Gilgamesh with permission to do so. She smiled; he was very obviously listening in on them. "He is."

"I have seen you two fight," Olga said more gently, speaking less like a queen and more the way one friend might speak to another. "The way you protect each other. I find it rather admirable. Our way of combat is...more brutal."

Yes, the human warriors of this region were some of the most intense and brutal they had come across. They had Thena's full support and admiration for that.

"But of all our current war advisors," Olga slid her eyes in a way that made Thena think she maybe wanted to roll them. "Their views do not...align."

Thena tilted her head, asking for elaboration.

Olga openly admired Thena's hair sitting loosely around her shoulders. "Ferocity need not come from a place of malice, I believe. I much prefer to think of it as a byproduct of love."

Thena smiled. This human woman understood the necessity of force--that sometimes there was no better way to ensure the protection of certain things. Certain people.

"Some think our methods of expansion are aggressive," Olga resumed her more royal demeanour, "but I consider it necessary to keep our enemies mindful of who we are--of what we are capable."

"Yes," Thena murmured.

"To possess more is to lose more," Olga tipped her chin up at Thena, "and I do not intend to lose what I hold dear."

"I understand," Thena agreed.

"I believe you do," Olga's smile grew. She looked over at Gilgamesh again, catching him looking at them this time. His head snapped away. "It's quite all right."

Gil made a face like a child in trouble as he turned again. "Sorry, your majesty."

Olga eyed them as he drifted closer slowly until he was within reach of Thena again. "You are the Warrior Eternal's partner."

"Uh," Gil blushed, as if shyness suited a being of his size and stature, "I guess you could say that."

Thena ran her finger down his arm (she liked flustering him), "in more ways than one."

"You are a fine match," Olga complimented, regarding them as softly as she would her own family. "You, perhaps, remind me of myself and my dear husband."

Gil slipped his hand to the small of Thena's back, gathering that no one was going to gasp in horror or try to order him to remove it. Not that he would listen to that. "Then he's a lucky man."

Olga smiled more fully, looking more like the young woman she truly was. "I certainly like to think so."

Thena leaned into Gil, as if the few minutes spent half a room apart had taxed her.

"I hope I can count on your counsel in the future, Warrior Eternal," Olga nodded, which Thena returned. She wasn't much for bowing. "As a royal War Advisor, you have certain liberties. The royal grounds are open to you, and should you need anything, no one is to deny you."

"We'll keep that in mind, your majesty," Gil did bow to her, much more adept at the manners of any time period.

"Very well," Olga picked up her skirts, ready to return to her massive golden throne.

"Oh!"

She turned partway in her journey, truly a sign of respect and fondness that she would let anyone but the King call out to her in such a way. "Yes?"

"Uh," Gil shrank back, offering a sheepish smile. He held Thena's hand. "Maybe some extra blankets or something?--for her, I mean."

Thena looked at him with love radiating from her. So sweet, her Strongest Eternal.

"She gets cold easily," Gil concluded shyly, remembering to dip at the waist, "your majesty."

"I shall see to it," Olga nodded before settling herself in her throne again. "You will find all you need in your chambers by nightfall."

"Thank you," Thena offered to Olga before turning to Gil. She slid their fingers together, "you didn't have to."

"Of course I did," he countered immediately, pulling their joined hands up so he could kiss each tip of her fingers as they left. "I can't have my poor Thena walking around shivering."

"I am getting better," she argued, pursing her lips at him.

He just grinned at her (like it was so cute or something). He moved his head closer, touching the tip of his nose to hers, "hm, still feels cold to me."

She burst into a laugh.

He pulled her to the side of the corridor, not that there was anyone to witness their affections. He held her by the waist, "I just don't want you to be cold if you don't have to be."

"That's what I have you for, no?" she purred, letting herself melt into him.

"Sure," he chuckled, running a hand over her hair as he held her, "but the trip from your room to my room can be chilly."

#Thenamesh Rus AU #let me tell you #I am delighted that people like this one #I don't know it just has a certain place in my heart #I really do we had gotten more historical Eternals #I think the setting fits them better #Thena goes to her room and finds a heavy fur lined cloak and blankets and furs piled high #which is great and it does make the bed warmer #it's still nothing to sleeping with her beloved Gilgamesh tho #but at least now she has something warm to wear when she's sneaking into his room at night #he still tells her just to come to bed with him #don't bother trying to sleep in your room he says #but she always tries to give it a shot #poor stubborn Thena just go and sleep with your husband

[tgcg]

thank u so much🙂erm sorry this isn't very "romantic" but its something ive thought abt quite a bit & thought it'd be a nice one 2 share heheh

once they start regularly sleeping together, they find out they have like rlly fascinatingly clashing sleeping habits, but they end up perfectly balancing out for a bunch of reasons. it comes down to them finding each other's presence incredibly comforting.

dave sleeps straight and silent like a plank of wood, karkat sleeps crumpled up like an animal and is prone 2 snoring. he drools a bunch too, because that's just part of having an overbite. and isn't a problem when you sleep in slime, which is his defense when it's brought up.

the snoring doesn't bother dave, in fact he finds the sound soothing. he doesnt snore really loud, it’s kind of gentle and rumbly. and the way he still looks grumpy even when he's sleeping is pretty endearing, so sometimes dave will just watch him snooze for a bit. it's rhythmic and relaxing & something to focus on if he can't sleep.

karkat has his own dedicated pillowcases that are extra-thick for the drooling & they gotta be washed nightly. typically dave will switch the cases for him in passing.

sleeping in a bed is also one of the rare times where someone would get to see karkat in something that isn't long pants and a long-sleeve shirt, especially in warmer weather, because karkat is abnormally committed to wearing the same outfit out every day. so it's a very rare privilege and dave likes to see him in short sleeves.

it actually ends up working really well for both of them even though they're polar opposites, because dave finds a lot of comfort in the steady quiet noise, and karkat is sensitive to sound so the fact dave is a quiet sleeper is good for him too. & they both find having each other there helps against sleeping alone drastically. makes it easier to remember they’re in a safe space.

ofc karkat does the same thing to dave, i.e. watching him sleep sometimes. he never really gets over how nice dave's eyes look even when they're closed. typically though watching dave sleep ends up making him snort because dave will just faceplant the pillow *hard* and karkat wouldn't even believe he's capable of breathing in that position if he couldn't see his lungs expanding in real time.

they both have a lot of trouble sleeping. while dave tends to have trouble *falling* asleep in particular, karkat tends to have more trouble *staying* asleep. once dave is out he's typically OUT on a good night, and although karkat gets to sleep faster than him he's more likely to wake up in the middle of the night. this works out great, because if dave's face is ever visible it's because he was watching karkat until he dozed off -- and that means karkat gets to watch *dave* sleep til he can get back to sleep himself. so they feed into each other sleeping better, if that makes sense.

& they both suck at getting up in the morning.godbless

#davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #homestuck #i hope u like it

[zorosdimples]

WHEREVER YOU ARE

pairing ༄ zoro x gn!reader

warnings ༄ brief descriptions of violence. a little angsty at first but it’s fluff i pinky promise!

word count ༄ 796

notes ༄ i’ve been feeling so deeply about zoro lately—i cried over him a few nights ago. this is embarrassingly soggy; i poured my heart out for him. tagging my dearest ai @gojoest <3

home.

a soft breeze carries the word, a gentle whisper that ruffles zoro’s hair and curls over the shell of his ear, fading once the message rests uncomfortably on his tongue. the sea shimmers under the moon’s loving gaze, the lulling lap of waves the only sound that reaches the starlit deck. he should be chilly in the crisp salt air, but as he glances down at you—wrapped in his protective embrace, head resting against his bare chest and the steady beat of his heart—he realizes that he has never felt warmer.

home is a word that has never meant much to the swordsman.

from an orphanage to the dojo to the furthest reaches of the east blue, zoro was born a wanderer, cursed to roam land and sea with little more than three swords and a fierce dream. hunting humans and exchanging souls for bounties that could barely cover a warm meal, a glass of sake, and a dirty bed—it was a monastic existence, devoid of comfort and pleasure. but that’s the price you pay when you make a deal with the devil. greatness isn’t bestowed upon the righteous; greatness is something you must fight for with steel claws and blood in your maw. may the most vicious creature win.

home is make-believe for a demon. it’s a tale told to frightened children who don’t yet understand the cruelty of the world.

joining luffy did not cure zoro’s restlessness. it did not make him a better man—it only redirected his cruelty. the piles of flesh and bone he left in his wake loomed over him still; he trudged through a sticky stream of ichor in his nightmares. destruction in the name of something is destruction all the same. he could feel the shackles of solitude slipping, but he was (and still is) set in his ways. it’s difficult to unlearn that which you believe yourself to be. a lifetime of isolation bred a bone-deep loneliness that he couldn’t bleed out of his chest or escape when he cracked open his rib cage and welcomed eternal darkness.

home is a luxury a man—a monster—like him does not deserve.

you draw zoro from his thoughts as you shift in his lap to face him, wrapping your legs around his waist, smoothing your palms across the strong planes of his stomach. your delicate caresses dance upwards, an act of reverence as you trace over the story of his life.

puckered scars, rippling striae, dappled moles, smattered freckles; these etchings on his tanned flesh tell of his victories and mistakes and birthrights. when you reach his broad shoulders, one hand darts up to rake through his mint green strands, fingernails grazing his scalp in a way that has him chasing your touch. your other hand tinkles his earrings, the golden chimes playing their hymn as they reflect the glimmering moonlight.

zoro’s lone eye is enraptured with your movements, and when your sweet gaze meets his, you press a featherlight kiss to his unsuspecting lips. “what was that for?” he asks with a rumbling chuckle. his hands—rough, capable of atrocities—unconsciously rub up and down your sides with worshipful tenderness.

“i love you,” you confess airily with a smile, as though those aren’t the most devastating words the swordsman has ever heard.

if zoro wasn’t a selfish man he would weep at your words. he would tell you to find someone better, he would show you the mortal weight of his sins, and he would keep his distance from a soul as radiant and kind as yours. but decades of want have conditioned him to be greedy.

hearing that phrase—though zoro has heard it from your lips hundreds of times—has a grin rivaling the brightness of the moon split his sharp features. cradling his face, you stroke his dimples with your thumbs. his hands settle on your waist and tug you toward him, your bodies pressed together like hands in a prayer. he crooks his head so your mouths are a mere breath apart.

“i love you, too,” he murmurs before claiming your parted lips with his own.

zoro still has little more than three swords and a fierce dream. but he also has three warm meals a day, more glasses of sake than he could ever want, and a clean bed to crawl into at night. he’s no longer an orphan; with the straw hats there is friendship and laughter and adventure. if asked, he will insist that he’s not a good man, that he’s a demon. but he’s fiercely loyal to his family—he will cut down anyone that stands in their way to freedom.

and then there’s you. with you, zoro has a love he has never felt before. as far as he’s concerned?

wherever you are is home.

#i hope you all enjoy bc this was SO self indulgent #and very emotional to write #i’m exposing myself here #crawling back into my hidey hole from whence i came #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #one piece x reader #one piece fluff #zoro fluff #roronoa zoro #one piece #roronoa zoro x you #zoro x you #zoro <3 #༄ kae writes

[belphies-cowgirl]

Little D's headcanons

the Little D's have cubbies or bunk beds

Barbatos feeds the Little D's leftovers sometimes, mainly No. 6

at least twice a food fight has started among the Little D's (with the exception of No. 1) during an event and they all hid behind you when Barbatos came to scold them

if No. 1 and No. 4 happen to both be around you they will *try* to get along

No. 1

takes great pride when you compliment or comment on the state of the castle or the decor for events

makes sure to keep the other Little D's in order so your visit is less chaotic

makes sure you have everything you need during your stay and that you're comfortable

carries a clipboard while instructing the other Little D's on their tasks

No. 2

will follow you around when you visit if he has the chance, he'll happily chatter away and keep you company

likes to play with your keychains or jewelry (mainly bracelets or rings)

wants updates on Mammon so he has new material to tease him about

he'll come to you as soon as he finds out Mammon is doing something somewhere he shouldn't be and will stand behind you while you lecture Mammon (100% teases Mammon later about it)

No. 3

wants to talk to you when you visit but he tends to linger in the background if your attention is toward another Little D or he leaves and sulks somewhere until you seek him out

when he does get to talk to you it's usually about which current video game you're playing or show you're watching

if you let him he'll happily observe you playing a video game and offer tips on how to defeat bosses or where to find special items

he loves when you have commentary on a video game or show because he gets to join in and it makes him feel happy that you care about what he thinks or says

No. 4

doesn't say it but he likes it when you sometimes intervene during one of his tantrums or notice when he's frustrated/angry because you usually end up going on a walk with him around the castle or outside

usually does tasks in the library because he knows where the books go and how to take care of them properly

happily fetches any book you'd like to read and loves it when you listen to his suggestions for your next read or listen to his thoughts on a book you've just finished reading

likes it when you let him sit next to you or let him sit on your lap while you read to him

No. 5

checks himself out in any reflective surface which delays his tasks but he can't help that he's so cute

makes sure he looks his best before you arrive even though he knows you always compliment him or give him attention

makes sure there's fresh flowers in the guest room for you and loves it when you comment on how pretty they are or how good they smell and how sweet he is for doing so (sometimes he'll opt for a nice candle, and if you own a candle warmer he'll give you some wax melts to take back to the HoL)

does the flower arrangements for events and likes it when No. 1 gives him praise about them

No. 6

gets extra excited when you visit the castle because you bring him little treats sometimes

one time Barbatos caught you doing so and No. 6 took off running with a box of goldfish, leaving a small trail behind

brings you your apron and makes sure there is a hand towel nearby if your hands get messy and that you have everything you need for food prep

tries to finish his tasks quicker if you're coming over to bake/cook with Barbatos because you let him have some of the leftover ingredients or let him be your taste tester

No. 7

likes to nap in your lap or anywhere as long as it's in the same room as you

has taken a nap on your head before

he naps in odd places like Belphie does, you found him snoozing on top of the fridge one time and on top of a bookshelf (which really annoyed No. 4)

will make sure you're comfy at night, he knows if you like an extra pillow or blanket and how you like the temperature to be before bed

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[lucy90712]

Christmas headcannon

Gavi: 

 - It is the first Christmas that you are actually spending together you started dating just before Christmas a few years ago so you didn't spend it together that year and last year you both decided to spend Christmas with your own families

- Pablo is so excited to actually spend Christmas with you as he knows how much you love the holidays and he wants to experience it with you

- When it gets to the first of December he gets the decorations down pretty much at midnight as he can't wait to decorate his whole house with you

- Together you brought some new decorations and coupled with old ornaments you both have the house is fully decorated by the end of the day every inch is covered in lights or a decoration of some form and you both love it 

- When it gets closer to Christmas you two spend a day wrapping all of the presents you've brought of course you do each others presents separately but for the rest you work together with him holding the paper in place while you stick it down with tape 

- You both make a great team and everything gets done so much quicker than it would if you did it alone they also looked better too

- On Christmas Day Pablo's family come round as he wanted to host for the first time and you were happy help him he also didn't want to make you travel on your first Christmas together and overwhelm you

- The two of you went food shopping together and got everything you needed and maybe a few extra things that you managed to convince Pablo were necessary even though they definitely weren't but he just can't say no to you 

- In the morning Pablo wakes you up early with a cup of hot chocolate and a kiss which was enough to convince you to get out of bed and start on prepping dinner

- You started prepping the food while Pablo set out all of the presents as you didn't trust him in the kitchen because of past incidents from when you've left him alone 

- When his family arrive you make everyone a drink and offer them some of the extra things you bought before it's time to open presents 

- You made sure to get each of his family something just from you but you didn't expect them to do the same but they did which really makes you feel like part of the family 

- Pablo really spoils you he gets you so many gifts most of which were unnecessary but he does it because he loves you so much and he wants you to have the best of everything as he thinks you deserve it for putting up with him 

- After everyone opens presents you have to get on with making dinner which Pablo helps you with and also his mum as she's done this plenty of times so knows all the tips and tricks to make things taste the best 

- It was a great bonding experience too as although you've met Pablo's parents countless times you don't often get to spend much time with them so to do something together with his mum is actually really nice as the two of you get along really well 

- Your first Christmas together was amazing everything went smoothly and everyone had a great time just enjoying the festive spirit 

Pedri: 

- Pedri takes you back to Tenerife for the holidays which was different for you as it's not freezing there over winter but you actually really enjoy the warmer weather coupled with the festive spirit 

- You spend the bit of time you have there leading up to Christmas doing as many of the things that Pedri likes to do while home as possible you visited some of his favourite places and saw all of his friends that still live there who were all so lovely to you 

- On Christmas Eve you go and see his parents to do Christmas with them as Pedri wanted to spend Christmas Day just with you

- When you arrive you go and help his mum with the cooking which she has covered but being a guest you wanted to help plus you wanted to learn from her as she's such a great cook 

- She teaches you all sorts of things and she even gives you the recipe for some things so you can make them for you and Pedri when back home which you are so excited to do as sometimes Pedri misses home and on those days you can cook him something to remind him of home

- While dinner is cooking everyone opens presents which was really fun as Pedri's family like to get each other joke gifts as well as regular gifts which made the whole experience so much better especially fer's gifts for Pedri they really made you laugh 

- On Christmas Day the both of you decide to sleep in or more like stay in bed as you both woke up early but stayed under the covers cuddling which is always your favourite way to start the morning 

- Eventually Pedri gets out of bed telling you to stay and when he comes back after a few minutes he has breakfast for the both of you and a mug of hot chocolate which you very happily take and eat sat in bed which you almost never do 

- When you eventually get up neither of you bother to change as you go downstairs and get straight under a cozy blanket on the sofa where you plan to spend the rest of the day 

- While sat on the sofa you both open the gifts you got each other as you saved them to do it on your own and not with Pedri's family which turned out to be a tactical choice as the last gift he gave you was a beautiful ring which he used to propose to you 

- His proposal was everything you could've hoped for he said all of the right things and he did it when it was just the two of you which you'd said is how you would prefer it a long time ago but you thought he wouldn't remember 

- During the afternoon to give you two something to do you decided to bake some Christmas cookies using a recipe your grandma taught you which was a lot of fun as you had Christmas music blaring while you both worked making the dough 

- While the cookies were in the oven Pedri didn't let go of you he constantly had his arms around your waist giving you soft kisses and telling you how much he loved you which only made you fall in love with him even more 

- Once the cookies were ready you both had one fresh out the oven which is always when they are at their best and of course they were good but Pedri was convinced they were the best cookies he'd ever had which made you really happy to hear as you knew you'd done your grandma proud 

Joao: 

- You and Joao had just had your first child at the end of November so this Christmas was a special one for you as its your little ones first and your first as a family of 3 so you want to go all out as even though the baby won't remember you two will 

- When December rolls around you have to get the decorations up as you want the house to be all Christmassy and you got new ornaments for the baby which of course you can't wait to put on the tree 

- As you had just had a baby you couldn't do much as you were still in some pain and you needed to be looking after the baby so Joao had to do most a lot of it like he had to put up the tree and do most of the decorating but you did some of the things that you could do without moving too much and together you put the new special baubles you had brought for your baby on the tree 

- On Christmas Day neither of you wanted to do too much as it's a lot of hassle to take a newborn anywhere and you also didn't want too many people round at once as Joao thought it would be too much for you having to help host while taking care of the baby 

- Instead of going anywhere you had close family come and visit so his family came round first  then once they left your family came round so that there wasn't too many people there at once

- They all brought food for the two of you so that you didn't have to cook either which was much appreciated and you all exchanged gifts and of course your little one was very much spoiled but that was to be expected as your child was the first grandchild for either of your parents 

- Once they had all left Joao made sure to treat you as you had given him the best gift already and he wanted to make sure you felt appreciated so he gave you some of the sweetest gifts some things were things for you to enjoy away from the baby like a massage and others were things like a little book for you to record all of your babies firsts which nearly made you cry thinking about all of those moments

- In the afternoon you both decided it would be good to get out for a walk which you had started doing most evenings to help settle the baby Joao pushed the stroller with one hand and held yours with the other as you slowly walked around your neighbourhood enjoying the peace as most people were all inside enjoying Christmas 

- Along the walk Joao tells you how thankful he is for everything you've done for him and now your baby and he tells how much he loves you which brings tears to your eyes as you are still very hormonal and everything he said was just so sweet that you could help but let a few tears slide down your face 

- After you get back you put the baby down for the night which means you and Joao get some alone time and for once you aren't tired to the point that you both just want to go straight to bed

- With the bit of time you have together you both decide to watch a Christmas film as you haven't watched many this year in the end you fall asleep halfway through and only wake up when you hear the baby crying but it was nice to have some time together to relax

Jude: 

- With La liga having a longer Christmas break than some other leagues you two decide to use your time to actually go home for a little while as you are both living together in Spain your families are still in England 

- Jude actually surprises you with the trip back home one day he comes home from training saying he's got an early present for you and in the box he gives you is a plane ticket back home and after you are done thanking him he explains how long you are going for and everything else

- Thats not the end of the surprises though as when you get back to England you stay with Jude's family but he then tells you that for Christmas he has invited your family too so everyone will be together for a few days over the holidays 

- Your families get on really well so when everyone is together it's chaotic but it's so much fun and you absolutely love it as you always miss your family so to be able to see them and spend time with Jude's parents and Jobe is the best present you could've asked for 

- Over the few days everyone is together before Christmas you all do so many fun things like going to a Christmas market, going ice skating and having a baking contest which you and Jude were useless at but you had fun nonetheless 

- On Christmas Day Jude wakes you up early like you are kids again and the two of you sneak downstairs to start making breakfast for everyone as it's something you two agreed you'd do without anyone knowing 

-While you are working on making an awful lot of pancakes Jude makes you a cup of tea which is a special gingerbread flavoured one especially for Christmas which you absolutely love he then makes some coffee for everyone else while helping you with the pancakes 

- After breakfast is made Jude drags you round the house to wake everyone up and get them to come down which Jobe makes fun of him for calling him a child but he's just so happy that he doesn't even care which you think is so cute 

- Once everyone has eaten you all start playing games together you start off with things like uno but then you move on to games where you have to work together like Pictionary which you and Jude are really good at as you two are always on the same wavelength 

- The whole day was so much fun but eventually it starts to get dark outside and as dinner is cooking everyone opens their presents which brings about a lot of laughs as there is a lot of joke presents 

- your favourite was a spray bottle from Jobe who prefaced the gift by saying you can use it to spray Jude when he's annoying  like some people do their cats he didn't seem to like the idea but you couldn't wait to try it out 

- After dinner Jude tells you to wrap up warm as you are going out on a walk so you steal one of his hoodies to wear under your coat and he gives you a beanie to wear which messes up your hair but he fixes it like the good boyfriend he is 

- It's dark and cold outside but it's so quiet that it makes the walk really enjoyable plus it was nice to get away from all the chaos and spend a few minutes together although by the time you got back you were ready to get back into the festivities 

Ruben: 

- With the heavy fixture load you aren't able to go and visit your family let alone go and see Ruben's in Portugal so you are forced to have Christmas be just the two of you although neither of you are too bothered about that in fact you are kind of looking forward to it 

- Since you worked out that you couldn't go home you had secretly been planning all sorts of things to make Christmas just like it would be if Ruben was at home because you knew he would miss home on Christmas Day even if he didn't admit to it 

- Little did you know Ruben was doing the same for you he text your mum as the two of them get along really well and asked what your favourite Christmas traditions were and he planned to do them all for you as he felt bad taking you away from your family on Christmas 

- Because you two were both planning surprises for each other your Christmas end up as a complete mishmash of different traditions which no one in their right mind would usually put together but it's actually a lot of fun 

- It was kind of like a trial run of what Christmas will be like when you two have a family of your own which isn't something either of you and thought about too much but it was actually really nice to talk about how you would do Christmas when you have kids 

- Ruben is really good at giving gifts so he got you some things he knew you wanted as well as some really thoughtful gifts which you would've never thought about if he didn't get them for you 

- As Ruben is so good at gift giving sometimes you struggle to stay on par with him and often you feel bad for not being as good at buying for him but this Christmas you nailed it you happened to find the perfect gifts for him which he absolutely loved 

- As its just the two of you you decide to cook dinner together which you usually don't do as you have such different schedules but it was actually really enjoyable and not as stressful as you thought 

- While you are cooking you keep tasting everything you make as you go along, it started when Ruben came over to you to feed you a bit of carrot and from them on you kept approaching each other with food to try

- Usually Ruben is very strict with his diet and his routine but as its Christmas he allows you to make dessert especially when you tell him it's a family recipe he can't so no but you still expect him not to really eat it but he devours all that you give him as what you've made is so delicious 

- After dinner neither of you want to clean up and because it's Christmas you both agree that the dishes and cleaning the kitchen can wait until the morning 

- Instead of cleaning you both sit down in the living room with Christmas films on in the background which really are just background noise as you spend the evening talking and playing games 

- Ruben is usually extremely competitive but when it comes to playing board games with you he really tones it down and he doesn't mind if you win as it makes you feel good when you beat him as he seems to be good at everything 

- By the time the end of the day comes around you are falling asleep on Ruben on the sofa so he carries you upstairs to bed so you can snuggle until he has to get up and go to training as he has a game on the 27th

Dominik: 

- With the way the fixtures fall in the premier league Dominik doesn't get much time off over Christmas but the two of you manage to find a bit of time to take a quick trip back to Hungary to see his family 

- When you wake up on Christmas Day you are still kind of tired after spending Christmas Eve travelling but as soon as Dominik opens the curtains you are wide awake as you see that the ground is covered in snow 

- You'd never experienced a white Christmas before you'd seen snow but never on Christmas Day so you are really excited about getting to experience a white Christmas like in all the Christmas movies 

- Dominik finds it funny how excited you are but he still agrees to go out in the snow with you to have some fun because even though you aren't kids anymore that doesn't mean you can have fun in the snow 

- He has to give you some of his old winter clothes as he knows how freezing cold it will be and he doesn't want you to get sick from getting too cold so you look a bit ridiculous but it doesn't bother you at all 

- Once you get outside straight away you both make a snowman which you put a lot of pride into so it turns out really good and you manage to find the perfect sticks for the arms and little stones for the eyes and mouth 

- You have to make snow angels too especially when Dominik admitted he'd never done it you pushed him straight into the snow and you made snow angels right next to each other his was so much bigger than yours though which made you both laugh 

- No day in the snow is complete without a snowball fight so while Dominik wasn't paying attention you gathered some snow and threw it at his back and of course he had to retaliate so you two ended up completely covered in snow and very cold by the time you called a truce but it was so worth it 

- Once back inside you two have to sit by the fire to warm yourselves up and Dominik makes some hot chocolate for the both of you to warm you up even quicker 

- By this point his family are finally awake and you get to recount what you have done and why you are both sat as close to the fire as possible still with bits of snow in your hair they seem to think you two are weird for playing in the snow but you couldn't care less 

- You helped his mum with the cooking when it was time and while you are cooking she tells you how grateful she is that you and Dominik are together as she's never seen him so happy which really makes you blush but it was also nice to hear 

- After dinner everyone opens their presents and Dominik gets you the most beautiful necklace which he had engraved with the date that you started dating which you thought was really sweet of him 

- When the night starts drawing in Dominik takes you upstairs so the two of you can cuddle in bed just enjoying being together as you know that you won't see much of each other over the next few weeks between training and all the games so you want to make the most of some alone time together 

#gavi x reader #gavi imagines #gavi imagine #pablo gavi imagines #pablo gavi imagine #gavi #pedri imagines #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri #joao felix imagine #joao felix imagines #joao felix x reader #joao felix #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagines #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias #dominik szoboszlai imagine #dominik szoboszlai x reader #dominik szoboszlai imagines #dominik szoboszlai #football imagine

[anikasheep]

Things turn different in Nightbringer.

Solomon heard MC's sobbing and moaning when he try to find the reasons why Nightbringer send MC back and stop by their room one night.

He was hesitant, but still opened the door quietly. Solomon walked in silence step and shuffled down the edge of the bed.

"MC."

The sobbing and sniffing stoped. MC shifted and looked at him with their puffy red eyes.

"Nightmare?" They shook their head.

"Miss home." They nodded.

Solomon stared down at their hands which under the cover.

"Can I touch you?" They nodded after several seconds.

Solomon palmed their right hand between his and kissed the back of their right hand.

"I am here with you, MC. You can still miss the brothers but I AM HERE AND YOU ARE NOT ALONE."

His eyelashes brushed thee right hand of MC, the moonlight sneaked into the room and shone on Solomon. His silver hair is glowing.

It's hard to describe the feeling swelling in MC's chest, it's warm and fragile, like a butterfly flops it's wings.

The first night, MC fall asleep while Solomon holding their hands.

Living with Solomon is a new experience to MC.

Basically, the cooking duty is all on MC right now. Solomon tried to help but he got banned after the first time MC let him help in the kitchen.

The whole dishes were ruined and can't bearble, it's also the first time MC pushed Solomon out of the kitchen.

"I'll doing this, please helping me set the table and prepare some Demonus, Okay?"

"You sure you don't need my help?"

"I could handle it, and it's the first time I cook for us, right?"

Solomon's face turn to red and you could see Solomon.exe was shut down for 5 seconds.

"...Heheh, all right. Then I'll leave it to you, MC."

The sorcerer smiled fondly and smugly, you don't really know what makes him so happy suddenly.

But if he doesn't get in the kitchen and try to kil you with his cook, you are happy too.

You can't sleep again.

Whenever you close your eyes, the brothers will pop out of your mind and take your sleepiness away.

Tossing and turning, you take out your DDD.

Are you still wake?

Good question, MC. If he answer you, then the answer is yes. And if not, it's obviously not.

You mocked yourself, but still waiting for the sorcerer's replying.

Just ready to sleep, what's wrong MC?

Hum...Solomon still wake until now?

I... can't sleep.

Can I drop by your room please? I don't want to stay in my room alone. :(

The typing bubble stay for a while, then Solomon replies.

Sure. The door is open.

And I am glad you ask me, MC.;)

You sigh in relief and beam without notice.

Knocking twice before you open Solomon's room door, you greet him when you somehow feel nervous.

It's strange, you've came to the brother's rooms so many times, but why feel shy right now? The only exception is when you enter Lucifer's bedroom or study. Hell you can't get rid of nervous when you try to enter the Avatar of Pride's territory. But it has a reason that your human instinct knows Lucifer has his boundary even around you and he's kind of different in his den or be outside.

Does that make sense if the nervous bubble up right now cause Solomon is also that kind?

"Don't need to be so tense up, MC. We're not in a spell lesson or an official meeting. Or you'll make me question myself that am I really that scary to you?" Solomon chuckles.

"No no, you're a great person and kind enough to let me disturb you in this late night. But...I guess my brain just can't go easy on me." You laugh bitterly.

Solomon wears a loose silk white long sleeve shirt, the top two buttons are opened, showing his delicate skin. The dark purple coat cover his shoulders, and that pair of black sleep pants fits his long legs.

Suddenly, this room is getting warmer.

"Well, since you can't sleep, and I do need some time to prepare for sleep. Why don't I read some books for you?" Solomon said while he gesters you to lay down beside him.

You moved slowly, and you can't think straight.

The feeling of Solomon's soft touch, the way he put the covers on you, make sure you won't get cold. The warm feeling spread through the covers, your clothes and to your skin.

The blushing heated your face and heart.

"All right, now let me read one of my lately collections for you."

Solomon's voice is soothing and gentle. You fell asleep when you drowned into his rich comfortable voice.

Solomon closed the book.

The special fragrance candle with relax and help sleep easier worked.

The sorcerer grinned at himself.

He put the book on the table beside the bed, turned off the light and laid down.

A warm and soft body caught him.

His face turned to left slightly, your head rest against his arms, your hands around his waist and his left hand.

Your breathe even, like there's nothing could pull you out of your sweet dreams.

It's been a long time since someone sleep next to Solomon.

Solomon chuckles and try to control his shudder breath.

His lips brushed the little lamb's forehead, only a feather kiss lingered on MC's forehead for a while.

"Good Night, MC."

#anika dream #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x reader

[notthehardtyres]

The 2023 grid, if the budget cap meant that each team could only afford a single hotel room with one bed for their drivers:

Red Bull: So No Homo that they won’t even sleep in the same bed. They argue over who gets the bed and who has to sleep in the armchair. Christian politely asks Max if he could give Sergio the bed because Sergio is older and needs to avoid screwing up his back, and Max says, “I told you already—”

Mercedes: Lewis is the big spoon, and George is the little spoon; they are perfectly comfortable and get a great night’s sleep, except for when Roscoe wakes George up at 5am. George somewhat hogged the blankets, though, so Lewis considers this appropriate vengeance.

Alfa Romeo: Valtteri flops onto the bed wearing nothing but his boxers and falls instantly asleep. Guanyu changes into expensive silk pajamas and lays his head on Valtteri’s chest to doze off. He wakes up in the morning gently pillowed in Valtteri’s arms. Later, Valtteri makes them the best coffee Guanyu has ever tasted.

Alpha Tauri: Yuki and Nyck make the comfiest pillow-and-blanket-nest known to humankind and simply cuddle in it with snacks and hot chocolate, looking at things on their phones and giggling. Eventually Yuki falls asleep snuggled up next to Nyck, and Nyck falls asleep while trying not to move and wake him up.

Alpine: Pierre and Esteban play it cool and joke and laugh about the situation until they’re alone together in the room, at which point the power plays begin. Each one tries to take greater control of the situation—declaring I want this side, I want that pillow, I’m setting the alarm for X o’clock, and so on. Five seconds after they actually get into bed, however, they begin pathetically making out and go on to have sex that leaves them both confused and emotionally devastated. This repeats every single race weekend.

McLaren: Lando and Oscar are uncomfortable with each other and have no idea what they’re doing, but they are also desperately lonely and horny, and they give each other messy handjobs before having quiet crises about their sexuality and independently deciding never to acknowledge it again. This also repeats every single race weekend.

Aston Martin: Fernando, who has been pretending to ignore Lance’s hopeless doe eyes since mid-2022, allows one mere second of smoldering eye contact when he is shirtless in bed with the sheets only pulled up to his hips, and that is all it takes for Lance to literally beg Fernando to fuck him. Lance actually passes out afterwards. Fernando smokes a cigarette.

Williams: Alex does everything possible to be a polite bedmate, he even showers and puts on deodorant before going to sleep. Logan steals the blankets, stays up playing with his phone, and pretends to proposition Alex in a blatantly homophobic way, at which point Alex rolls his eyes and starts making a makeshift bed on the floor out of pillows and chair cushions.

Ferrari: There is a very half-hearted No Homo attempt that lasts all of three minutes because they cannot stop gazing at each other, then making excuses to touch each other, then snuggling up together in bed. They proceed to have big-budget porn caliber sex for the. Entire. Night. And every adjacent room knows it.

Haas: Kevin and Nico low-key can’t stand each other, but they are grinning and bearing it. They sleep back-to-back, tugging the blankets back and forth periodically through the night. Nico wants a light on. Kevin wants complete darkness. Kevin wants it colder. Nico wants it warmer. They are so grumpy the next day that Guenther swaps with Nico; this results in his simply clinging to Kevin in his sleep all night. Kevin strongly considers re-retiring.

#formula 1 #i won't apologize

[fillinforlater]

A Collection for a Special Date: Part IV

Male Reader x Kim Minju

Length: 1000 words

Tags: fluff, hand-holding, nursing, healthy relationship, cute, a bit of teasing, cuddling, sick_gf!Minju

TW: I wrote this in 15 minutes, because Minju best girl, so no editing lol.

(A/N: Happy Birthday to my Minmin. Her birthday is almost over, but I hope she had a blast and will have a great time being 22 years old. Man, I love her so much, ahhhh.)

“Can you hold my hand for a little longer?”

Is it weird to call a sick person cute? Surely it must depend on the context. The way Minju lays in her bed, blanket up to her chin, everything but her face hidden, and said face in a fever blush, who wouldn’t think that she is cute? Doesn’t help that she has your heart in a tight grip with each syllable that leaves her tender lips.

“Of course I can.”

You smile at her. She returns a weak smile of her own and shuffles out her hand from underneath her blanket. You take the small, smooth palm into yours. It’s covered in sweat, in fact, there is sweat all over her pale body, except for the blush which increases noticeably. 

“But do you maybe want me to bring you something? I can get some more water. Remember, you need to drink a lot when you’re sick.”

“Thank you, but I think I drank enough already.”

“What about yogurt? We have vanilla or strawberry—something to eat will definitely help you feel better.”

Minju’s smile grows and she quickly averts her eyes. Her head is turned to the bright, baby blue wall of her room. You imagine her remembering how the two of you painted the dull gray in two afternoons because you got distracted on the first day. The paint on your clothes, the stupid laughter, as if you were children. But no one was looking, no one was judging, it was pure joy. 

“Thank you, but I don’t need yogurt. I-I just want you to stay here, with me.”

Minju’s voice is tiny. Her hand presses down on yours with all the strength in her weakened body. You warned her back at the lake that she would catch a cold if she stayed in the water for too long. She did not listen and you did not stop her. She just looked perfect, innocently splashing around in the water. Minju wasn’t as innocent an hour earlier, where she beat you in a one on one race across the lake. It was a strong reminder for you that her body isn’t only a gorgeous piece of art, but also quite agile and durable. In the end, it wasn’t able to fend up the cold though. Poor Minju.

“Aw, you’re so adorable, Minju. But what if I have to go to the toilet? You probably don’t want me kneeling her and peeing myself, hm?”

A frown on Minju’s face as she lets go of your hand.

“I will wait here, but please, hurry up.”

You hide your mouth behind a shy hand and chuckle. This girl melts your already molton heart again and again. You feel warm around her all the time, and now it’s even warmer. Warmth stronger than lava or the sun—it’s what they call love, you assume. 

“No, no, I’m kidding.”

Lean in and kiss her forehead. Piping hot skin on your dry lips. Minju gasps and squirms. Her hand reaches for your wrist, which she holds onto throughout your seconds on her temple—and then her lips. Eyes close, hearts race, breaths become more rapid. It’s a natural reaction, yet it feels so unnatural, surreal, absurd. What are the odds to find someone that makes you feel this way? 

No matter how small these odds are, the odds to have perfect synergy are exponentially lower, yet you try to defy even those odds. Usually, the two of you would get faster and deeper in your kisses, but with Minju’s current state, you keep it slow and lazy. Her heated face does not evoke the heated desire in you. You remain calm and cherish the feeling of her lips and only the feeling of her lips. 

You loosely entwine your fingers with hers and rest your elbow beside her head. This position is strange, however, no one would be able to pull you away from Minju. The touch of her lips is magnetic, to the point where you merge with her and lose your fragile grasp on reality. Where do you end and where does she start? You are one with her, so it doesn’t matter.

“Hm, I want something now.”

Minju’s hum into the kiss is like a faint, cold gust of wind at the beach. You're unable to ignore it, unable to not enjoy it, unable to not get light goosebumps. 

“What is it, my darling?”

“C-Can you come in a-and cuddle with m-me?”

Careful not to end the kiss, you open up the blanket and quickly sneak underneath it. Luckily, it’s big enough to trap the two of you under cozy, cotton goodness. This position is a lot more comfortable. You two can share a kiss and hold hands and feel the heat your bodies produce. 

Suddenly, Minju’s hand is on your chest. She struggles at first to grab the fabric or hem of your t-shirt, but when she succeeds, nothing separates the two of you. Her sweaty pajama leaves stains on your clothes, but of course you pull her into a tight hug. So she really wanted to cuddle. You’re all here for it, even if you might get sick too.

“Just like this.”

“Okay, Minmin.”

“Don’t let me go, please.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

You look into her face, deeply, to examine her expression. The fever seems to be fading, she is less tense and her muscles relax under your touch and gaze. Minju looks confused, but still smiles.

“Is there something on my face?”

You lean towards her ear.

“Minju, I love you.”

Your girlfriend sucks air through her nostrils as her body jumps. 

“I love you too.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you~”

“I said—I love you too, pabo!”

You have a dream. The next day, Minju will do better. The day after that, she will be fully healthy again. Four weeks later, you will be sick and she will nurse you. All things will come full circle, again and again, until you marry her.

#kpop fluff #minju fluff #birthday fluff #girl group fluff #izone fluff #female idol fluff #minju best girl #kim minju

[emmyrosee]

BABY WHATS HAS BEEN BOTHERING YOU??? DO I HAVE TO BEAT ANYONE UP?

ALSO THANK UOU OH MY GOD IM IN LOVE WITH SERO. if you feel up to it would you write a little Drabble on roommate/best friend! Sero x reader where they are literally such close friends but sero is a RELENTLESS tease (bc I fucking live for teasing). Maybe also if you wanted to add some bits in there with a whole bunch of cuddling & the reader being super affectionate w Sero? Just some good ol’ banter and fluff<3I hope you’re feeling better my love, I’m wishing you all the best❤️❤️ -pip anon

LITERALLY LIVE LAUGH LOVE FOR TEASY!SERO MATE

Also this is a fookin novel I’m so SORRY-

A/N hiya! Future Emmy here! So. This is REAAAAAALLY long because I have no self control. Grab some popcorn and a drink because goOD GOD- also not so much a drabble as like. A series of how I think ish went but pLEASE feel free to send me more 🥲

It was just after college, me thinks, when you moved in together. He was a cousin of a friend of a friend who needed a roommate, and you were the broke student who also needed a roommate.

He honestly was amazed you two clicked at all, you didn’t seem like the kinda person who would be into his teasing ways and banter, but you had this knack for it, you were able to fire back almost any garbage tease and flirt he’d throw your way.

So much so that… it almost becomes natural.

He’s not sure when you started to laugh in place of snapping back at his flirts. He’s not sure when you started making plans for the two of them, rather than just the one.

He does, however, know when you started to cuddle him. It was like, three in the morning, you two had been binging whatever sillyass show Denki told him to watch, and at some point, you knocked out.

Sero only knew that you had, when you’d nuzzled into his shoulder and a line of drool fell from your lips and onto his hand. He wrapped his arm around you and the way you curled into him just… it felt so sweet. He didn’t think anything of it, though.

Until you did it again. This time, in his bed, when you’d watched too many documentaries about those damned serial killers- look, he gets that they’re addicting, but come on, at night?- and you were terrified to go to sleep.

So, you crept into his bed, gently nudging him and asking if he could hold you, which had him blinking in confusion. You felt that safe with him?

He smirks, “little baby too scared of the dark?”

“Shut up, you’re scared of clowns.”

He snorts, “alright. Shut up and come here.” He opened one of his arms and immediately, you were out like a light, once again drooling slightly on his chest when you kept your mouth open too long.

And it really, really became a thing. You stopped asking to crawl into his bed, you just kind of. Did, because it was comfier and warmer, and he was a great cuddler he didn’t seem to mind it, so you just took the matters into your own hands and climb in.

Even on couches, flopping on top of him and burrowing into his chest, to which he instinctively wraps his long arms around you.

“Y’know,” he mumbles, fingers scratching your scalp, “if I wanted something stinky to lay on my chest, I’d get a damn cat.”

“You love me and you know it.”

Sure enough, as payback for throwing that four letter word into the apartment space, he started flopping down on you, making you groan and wheeze with laughter every time. He started coming into your space and shoving his cold hands under your shirt to make you scream- even worse when he shoves his feet down the back of your sweats, fucking menace- because why did you have to throw out that word? That word should be banished from your home space, saged away like a demon, kept locked in a basement far, far away.

But he doesn’t say all of that. Because you’re right, and he’s almost positive you feel the same way, because for as much as he leans in to kiss your head, you lean up to peck his lips.

He’s laying down on his stomach, you come over to bite at his ticklish neck.

He turns over in his sleep, you instantly toss your arms around him to spoon him right back.

He’s got feelings for you, and you don’t really hide yours from him.

But but bUT BECAUSE HE doesn’t know what to call… whatever it is you’re doing, so he’s also like. Uber protective over your friendship and the labels of whatever dynamic you share. The first time he had his friends over after you moved in with him, you tried your best to keep out of their way, wanting him to have his time with his friends outside of you.

And from your bedroom, you hear them cheering and yelling at whatever sport they’d put on the screen, the cracking of soda’s and the dings of the oven rang through your small apartment. You can only smirk and shake your head when it’s all silent and suddenly, a roar of laughter can be heard from the living room.

Your phone vibrates at some points or another, and it’s all from Sero, checking in and asking begging you if you would like to come out.

Slum Lord 🧡 you sure you don’t wanna come out for some munchies?

you don’t have to stay long, promise

i know your dumbass didn’t take any food in your cave when you went in 🙄

the boys don’t bite

ok MAYBE denks bit midoriya once, but he shouldn’t have had his fingers there.

he knew better smh

SENT oh my god wILL YOU SHUT UP IF I DO?

Slum Lord 🧡 no, but I think it’s funny you thought it would :)

And, even if it’s just to appease him, you roll your eyes and push yourself out of bed- sweatpants and bed head and all- and shuffle out to meet them before shambling back to bed to leave them be. But there’s no way to hide the smile that spreads on your cheeks when instantly at hearing your door open, Sero’s head tips back against the couch to look at you, a teasy smirk on his cheeks.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” he says, chuckling. “Good to see you got all pretty for my friends.”

“I already pay you to live here,” you snort, making your way to the kitchen. “I don’t have to look presentable anymore.”

“That’s fair.” He quickly introduces all his friends who honestly look… bewildered. Not necessarily because you were disheveled, but because of the way Sero just… looks at you.

As soon as you were in the kitchen, he hops up on his feet to meet you in there, his arms tossing around your waist while you heat up one of the pieces of pizza, “you wanna hang out, watch the rest of the game with us? Quarter and a half left, if you wanted to.”

“It’s alright,” you hum back. Your head tips back to rest against his shoulder, “you have fun with your friends. You know where I’ll be.”

“Fine,” Sero grumbles. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something his friends can’t hear.

“You were little spoon last night!” You whine.

And still, from the living room, all his friends do is just. Watch. Bakugou tries to peel his gaze from the scene every once in a while, Todoroki blushing furiously because it’s weirdly intimate banter for roommates in a kitchen, but for the most part, they stay silent and just observe the dynamic. It’s almost like the shouldn’t be there, but it’s like a car crash, they can’t look away even if they should.

The way Sero sways subtly with you to pass the time of your cooking pizza, the squeak you let out when he nips at your ear, the way he’s got you encased in his grip like you’d disappear if he didn’t.

It’s not how roommates act at all, they think.

But it’s most definitely how a couple acts.

Especially when the interaction ends with a soft kiss on your head before you pad back into your bedroom, the group comes down to two conclusions:

Sero is hiding your relationship status, or you’re both too dumb to see the sparks practically flying.

And if they want answers, they better start poking.

“So,” Denki sings, grinning knowingly at his friend once he sits back down. “You never told me your roomie was so cute.”

Sero’s eyes immediately shot over to the blonde in a form of a glare, but he shifted in his seat to try and stay comfortable. “Didn’t think it would be important information. That’s not why I gave them the room, anyways.” His arms cross over the back of his head as he leans back, eager to stop this conversation. “And don’t call them cute. That ego of theirs is too fuckin’ big already.”

“That why you hid them away for so long?” Bakugou pokes, smirking. From the floor, Mina and Midoriya chuckle, and Sero glares at them with everything he has to make them shut up.

Not that it works, but it was a good effort.

“I didn’t ‘hide’ anyone,” he scoffs. “You dickheads just never come over. Could’ve met ‘em months ago.”

Unconvinced, Denki hums and takes a sip of his drink; he’s always been able to read Sero like a book- he wasn’t fooling him any time soon.

Todoroki leaned back in his seat, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. “But, in that case… you are implying that you do find them cute, yeah?”

Sero popped one of his eyes back open; he eyed his friends for a moment, but deciding to keep any form of illusion still alive, he shrugs and lets a wide grin ease over his cheeks.

“Dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

#PIP ANON IM SORRY THIS IS A NOVEL AGAIN BUT LIKE #💍SERO💍 MATE- #LIKE MARRY ME SERO CHALLENGE 🫡 #sero #sero fluff #sero x reader #sero x gn! reader #sero x reader fluff #sero imagine #sero x you #sero x y/n #sero hanta #sero hanta fluff #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta x reader fluff #sero hanta x gn! reader #sero hanta imagine #sero hanta x you #sero hanta x y/n #sero bnha #sero hanta bnha #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #bnha x gn!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x yn #bnha x you #bnha x y/n

[tennessoui]

hello miss kit! loving all your responses to the asks everyone got such interesting thoughts!! I know you love all your children equally but which gffa au do you love just a bit more than the others? (excluding counselling au lol)

what a hard ask oof

good thing i have a glass of wine and a lot of time on my hands! so i just rated all my fics set in the gffa

(i had a LOT of time on my hands)

a fish hook, an open eye: 7/10 - it's hardly set in the gffa at all tbh i love earnest evil puppy anakin & conniving obi-wan who gets more than he bargained for. needed more cody, tbh a more perfect union: 10/10 - i'm biased obviously cause i just finished this fic so it's fresh on my mind but it was so fun to write! i loved trying to balance the humor and the seriousness and the council scene (both of them!) was just so great amort & amor: 6/10 - i just think anakin would probably not be that cool about obi-wan getting another padawan lol but it's fluffy and cute and i'm glad i wrote it! bed warden, bed warmer: 8/10 - obi-wan would be the worst patient in the history of the world. he's such an asshole which i love writing but he's also so clearly very smitten with anakin. he's just going to be an asshole about it building a boat with no blueprints: 7/10 - i know yall dont know how it ends but i know how it ends ;) burn every bridge but please leave me a boat: 6/10 - my first attempt at reverse master&padawan au which is a dynamic i really love. i would rate this fic higher, but i wish i had started it in a different place and relied less on mental flashbacks but a number: 9/10 - happy almost one year to this fic! i had to get someone to cheer-read this fic for me because i was worried that i was being too hard on aging/obi-wan's body falling apart and anakin feeling old and tired at age 40 but then i saw a bunch of gifs of obi-wan jumping off stuff and i was like yeah his body probably does feel like it's falling apart foolproof, foolhardy: 10/10 - i literally have not has so much fun with a cliffhanger since i last updated time & tide. no notes, just stupid oblivious padawan obi-wan trying to seduce master skywalker into his bed, unaware that master skywalker would crawl over burning coals to kiss his hand. hand in unlovable hand: 6/10 - not my favorite adaptation from tumblr fic to ao3 fic - i used too much of the original ficlet and always feels clunky to me. i do like sith vader manipulating obi-wan into falling!! yes baby, you twist and ruin that jedi master and make him yours haunt me then: 8/10 - i love non-sequential storytelling and also padmé loving anakin so much that she sacrifices a child to bring him back only for him to come back solely to live and breathe for obi-wan hold me fast or kill me quick: 3/10 - would be a higher rating but this fic haunts me. i want to finish her someday and until i do i will not rest peacefully at night. get these stupid soulmates to communicate! i pray the same, but my gods have changed: 10/10 - i love writing this fic, i love watching the polls as you guys vote for what should happen next, i love catty sith obi-wan working to seduce senator skywalker because he's hot lol but it's the voting aspect that makes this fic a 10/10 for me if you love me, let it remain unnamed: 9/10 - it surprised me how much i loved writing set as an actual character. one day i want to explore the universe that set's in, where he meets his own kenobi and falls in love with him. i really liked the outsider perspective on how absolutely wild obi-wan and anakin are - especially since the main scenario is that they're having a threesome, and obi-wan and anakin have to?? share?? each other? with someone else? unlikely! let’s get your fingers tangled in my hair: 6/10 - i wrote this in a fever state; it was fun and i enjoy a king kenobi as much as the next gal! do i actually think anakin could last that long without talking? no not the way i usually write him lol like saints, like monsters: 8/10 - i love the way the chapters are set up, with them going back and forth between the actual plot and the worst parts and darkest moments of the recovery lost to a sea of troubles: 7/10 - it will never not be funny to me that this fic is in response to the prompt "knocking on the wrong door". it could have been anythinggg. it became this instead, featuring light stockholm syndrome and an obessive, evil obi-wan

#asks #apparently i hit character limit so #this is part one lol #obikin #kit's fics

[moni-logues]

Drive

Pairing: Jin x reader

Genre: pwp/smut

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Convinced that Jin was flirting with the waitress all through dinner, you make him pull over on your way home to show him how good he already has it.

Content: car sex (semi-public but there's like, no one around), unprotected sex, honestly their relationship is a little toxic 'cause ya know that's what jealousy is lmao

A/N: so many moons ago, I got a request on the old blog for jealous car sex with Jin or Jimin and I was planning to do a fic for each, but honestly, this was hard 😂😂 turns out I am not great at writing jealousy. I hope this is fun, though, and you might see a jealous!Jimin one day 👀

Enormous thanks to @amethystwritesbts for reading this over when it half-finished and telling me it was worth continuing with and then reading it again when it was all finished

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You quickened your steps as you reached the car, keen to get to the passenger door before Jin could. You opened it yourself and climbed in without looking at him, buckling your seatbelt and staring forwards.  

Jin climbed in the driver’s side and hesitated before starting the car; then he turned the key in the ignition and put it into gear with a sigh. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or do I have to guess?” he asked, resting his hand on the shoulder of the passenger seat as he reversed out of the parking space.  

“I’m fine,” you said, archly. Clearly lying. 

Jin hummed, not satisfied and certainly not believing you. 

“Of course, that’s why you’ve had a face like a slapped arse almost all evening. That’s why you won’t even look at me right now.” He hummed, thinking performatively. “What could it be? Could it be that you’re annoyed that my friends asked us out to dinner? Could it be that you’re annoyed that you didn’t have to pay for any of it? Could it be that we were all having a nice time that you refused to join in with? Am I getting warmer?” 

You could hear the lightness in his voice: forced. You didn’t want to argue, which is why you weren’t saying anything. You just wanted to go home and go to bed. You knew Jin wouldn’t let you; he was a ‘never go to bed angry’ kind of guy.  

“Well, you seemed happy enough when we left,” he continued. “I know you like the restaurant so the food wasn’t the issue. The service was-” 

He paused, noticing the way you shifted. He glanced over at you to see your mouth resolutely shut, your face turned away, arms crossed.  

“Oh, you didn’t like the service? What was wrong with it? Our waitress was lovely-” 

“Yeah, I’m very aware of how much you liked her,” you spat.  

Jin groaned and tipped his head back against the seat. 

“Not this shit again.” 

“Don’t say it like that! Like I’m being ridiculous. You didn’t see the way you were behaving. It was fucking shameless; I might as well have not been there!” 

“I was being nice! She was doing a good job! We were a big group and it’s a Saturday night!” 

“You were flirting with her!” 

It wasn’t always like this. You weren’t crazy. You knew when your boyfriend was just ‘being nice’ and you knew when he was flirting. He had flirted with you when you were first dating; you knew how it went.  

And you knew you were being jealous. You just thought you had every right to be. Jin usually disagreed. 

“I was not! Being nice is not flirting!”  

“Then why did she always come to you? Why were you the one she always spoke to?” 

“Because I was sitting at the end!”  

“Did you not see how she was looking at you? I’m surprised she didn’t deliver your food with a full-on snog!” 

“I can’t help how other people look at me. Of course she thought I was attractive—everyone does! It’s a cross I have to bear!” 

“I don’t like it!” 

“My face? Don't be ridiculous.” 

You snorted and were simultaneously frustrated and relieved that he was still joking, that you could still laugh.  

“Not that! I don’t... I don’t like everyone thinking that you’re theirs to flirt with. You’re not.” 

“I’m not,” he agreed and you were relieved to hear him say it, to at least be on the same side of this one thing.  

“Do you need reminding?” you asked, slipping your hand over his thigh, squeezing, moving it higher. 

“I’m driving,” he answered but he didn’t sound convinced.  

You looked over at him and he turned to look back as he stopped at a red light. The air crackled with tension and you turned fully sideways in your seat. You moved your hand over his crotch and leant forward to take his earlobe in your mouth. He didn’t protest; instead, a little, quiet sigh escaped his mouth. You pulled his belt through its loops and unbuckled it and popped the button on his trousers. You were about to pull the zip down when his hand came down on yours with a hard tap. 

“I’m driving,” he repeated.  

“So stop.” 

You moved back just enough to allow him to see you as he flicked his eyes over to you. You could feel his hesitation, almost hear the argument he was having with himself in his head. You held his gaze, even as the light turned green, just looking at each other, unmoving.  

When the light turned back to red and neither of you had moved, you pulled his face to yours and kissed him hard, your fingers tight on his jaw. A small moan left him as you slipped your tongue into his mouth and then a louder one when you took his bottom lip in your teeth.  

The traffic lights were bright against your closed eyes and you could see them turn green, were sure Jin could, too, but you didn’t stop. You didn’t want to go back to arguing, didn’t want to stop reminding him that he was yours. You moved your hand down to his shirt, flicking the buttons open to run your hand across his soft, warm skin. You shivered as a warm rush moved through you, deep in your abdomen, pooling in your underwear.  

He moaned again, but it was protest this time. He pulled back, pushed you gently away.  

“The light’s green,” he said quietly, his voice thick and low. He twisted his body back away from you and put his hands back on the steering wheel just in time for the green to switch to amber and- 

“Not anymore.” 

-then red. 

Jin sighed and you moved forward again to pick up where you left off but he put a hand over your mouth. 

“Hold on a minute.” 

You stared him down but his gaze was firm and you nodded, settling back into your seat. He nodded sharply back and flicked on the indicator, moving into the next lane to turn left. When the light finally turned green for the third time, he pulled into a dark corner of what was going to be a car park for what was going to be a cinema complex but was now just an empty shell of a building surrounded by weeds. He stopped the car. He unbuckled his seatbelt. You made short work of unbuckling your own belt, shifting your seat as far back as it would go, reclining it as low as it would go. You created as much space as you could, pulling Jin across the armrests, pushing him into your seat. You finished the job you started earlier, unzipping his trousers and pulling his cock from his boxers. Pumping it slowly in one hand, you climbed on top of him and leant down to bring your face to his.  

“Say it,” you whispered against his lips. 

“You can’t just fuck me in this car and think the argument is over,” he whispered back.  

“It’s not over; I’m just reminding you of who takes you home at night.” 

“Technically, I take myself home; I’m the one driving.”  

You placed your palms on his chest and leant heavily on him, digging your nails in.  

“Stop joking. I’m serious.” 

“So am I. And you know if you just let me take us home, we could be doing this in bed, instead of cramped and awkward in a fucking car on an abandoned building site.” 

You sat back and huffed.  

“If you don’t want to fuck me, you don’t have to—god. I get it. Fine. I’m fucking crazy and I’m imagining it, that you were into her, that you thought she was pretty, that she was prettier than I am, that you’d look together, that you’d suit each other, that she was flirting, that you-” 

Jin grabbed the front of your dress and pulled you down, hard; you fell onto his chest with huff. He took your face in his hands. 

“You know I could get anyone I want, right?” he asked you, seriously.  

You nodded. 

“And who’s in this car with me now? Who’s making a mess of my trousers, dripping on my cock right this very second?” 

You pouted and didn’t answer. He was right and you were so easy for him, but you didn’t want him to be right, you didn’t want to be easy. 

“Hey, I asked you a question.” 

“I am,” you mumbled.  

“Who?” 

“Me.”  

“That’s right. Do you need me to remind you of that?” 

You nodded and, with a hand on either side of your face, he brought you in close to kiss you. He swiped at your bottom lip with his tongue and you opened up to him, moaning when his hands left your face to roam your body, one kneading at your breast, the other disappearing up your skirt, pulling at the waistband of your underwear. You broke the kiss to shuffle them awkwardly off one knee and then the other; you dropped them somewhere in the footwell, already forgotten.  

Jin had his cock—stiff and straight and ready to stretch you out—in his fist, moving slowly up and down the shaft and he manoeuvred you with his other hand, until his tip was pressing at your entrance and you were sinking slowly down onto him. 

You took your time as you let yourself adjust to him, your walls moulding to him, the searing pressure of him as he filled you up leaving you breathless, gasping. Jin moaned beneath you, his fingers digging tight into your hips. It was always like this: tight and expansive, hot and heavy, this ache in your core as he stuffed you full.  

You sighed when your skin met his, when he was all the way in, when you were filled to the brim. 

“See,” he said, his voice tight as your walls fluttered against him. “See how you fit so perfectly? See how you were made for me, huh? No one else does it, baby, not like you.”  

You leaned forward to steal his lips in another kiss, biting down on his plush, pink lip, sucking on his tongue, rolling yours into his mouth so you could taste all of him.  

“You think your waitress would fuck you like this?” you asked, your lips by his ear, as you began to move, rolling your hips, then lifting and lowering yourself on him.  

He didn’t answer right away, his breath hitching, soft little moans escaping him.  

“No,” he finally offered, with a long, drawn out ‘o’ as you clenched him tight. 

“I bet she wouldn’t. Do you want her to? Want her to try?” 

Jin shook his head and swallowed hard. You squeezed him hard. 

“No! No, I don’t.” 

You smirked, loving that you could always undo him like this, that he was putty in your hands when he was inside you. He’d told you enough times that you were the best he’d ever had and when he was underneath you like this—panting and whining your name, his mouth a perfect, pouty o, his eyebrows drawn close—you believed him.  

“Tell me who you want,” you demanded, resting a hand on his chest, leaning your weight down, your own breath coming in ragged gasps.  

“You.” 

“Who?” 

“You, fuck, baby, you...”  

“That’s fucking right.”  

You tipped your head back and dropped a hand down to flutter your fingers over your clit, to finally give it the stimulation it was crying out for. You whimpered softly when Jin knocked your hand away and replaced it with his own. You could feel every ridge and contour of his cock against your sensitive walls as you slammed yourself down on him over and over. Your legs started to shake and you could feel the tension coiling in you. You gripped him tightly, with your nails and your cunt, and began to falter as your thighs trembled. 

Jin took over, holding your hips tightly, and thrust up into you. He looked with dark eyes at the place where your bodies met and groaned. You could feel his cock twitch inside you and you knew he was close. Too close. 

“Fuck, you’re- you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. I’m gonn-” 

“Don’t you fucking dare.” You spoke through gritted teeth, your own climax tantalisingly close. “I’m so close.” 

“Baby- fuck.” 

Desperate to meet your end before he did, you took back control, seating yourself on him hard, taking his hand and using it with your own on your swollen clit. It was right there: the spasming in your core, the throbbing of your clit, the tingling in your toes, twitching in your thighs, tension in your abdomen. You came with a cry and a shudder and Jin immediately followed. He growled, deep and low in his chest, as your cunt still quivered around him.  

You let your body flop against his and he pressed a kiss into your hair. 

“See?” you panted. “See how good I fuck you?”  

You could feel his heart racing in his chest and your own kept time with it, pounding hard against your ribs. He breathed his answer, quiet and gasping. 

“Yes, baby, you fuck me good; you fuck me so good.” 

“That’s what you get with me.” You lift your head to rest your chin on his chest and look up at him. “I don’t know why you want to look elsewhere.”  

Jin lifts his head to look back at you with his eyebrows raised in disbelief. 

“You think you would’ve fucked me like that if I hadn’t been flirting with the waitress?”  

#seokjin x reader #jin x reader #jin smut #seokjin smut #jin fic #seokjin fic #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fic #seokjin #jin #bts

[calypso-daughter-of-atlas]

Pjo Ship headcanons

• Frank paints Hazel’s nails

• Annabeth will read to percy (Even though he mostly doesn’t listen he’s to busy staring at her)

• Nico will sit with Will while works and the two will rant on about random stuff

• Jason will put Feathers in Piper’s hair for her and braid it (She taught him how to braid hair) And her brothers and sisters will be fangirl/boying over them

• Leo is naturally warmer in body temperature than other people so when Calypso is cold he will cuddle her Which she acts like she hates (She loves it)

• Percy and Annabeth were banned from playing capture the flag since after Tartarus they were to aggressive in battle and have PTSD

• Hazel will constantly freak out everytime a single gem pops out of the ground, even if Frank just found a random rock she will literally FREAK

• Will goes crazy and gets super stressed if Nico so much as gets a paper cut and will ‘ground him from leaving the infirmary’

• Calypso helps Leo out with his machines and basically everything, even if she has no clue what she’s doing she just wants to be there

• Percy brings annabeth seashells (Which she keeps)

• Jason gets suuupperrr electric whenever Piper gets too close or kisses/hugs him and will accidentally shock her sometimes and his hair will stand up

• Leo is constantly making stuff for Calypso as gifts. She keeps them all and has a large collection of Tiny dragons, daggers, And necklaces from him.

• Frank tries to seem cool and funny around Hazel (kinda like Leo/sammy) and usually ends up tripping up or literally tripping into her. She finds it adorable

• Will and Nico binge watch Netflix in the hephaestus cabin for a date night

• Annabeth has a scrap book filled with fun memories of her And percy, (Sometimes Luke or Grover too) And hides it under her pillow Which Travis and Connor found

• When Nico is Flustered or Extremely Turned on he will speak Italian and Will gets slightly confused but goes with it

• Leo is super Clingy and Constantly wants Calypso’s attention and will do almost anything to make her laugh. And she always notices when he needs her attention and will sometimes hug him or Let him show her stuff to get him happy again

• Piper will sing with Jason when nobody is watching and actually they sound Great together. Leo however has plenty of recordings of them singing and dancing and is using it as Blackmail

• Nico is extremely superstitious and whenever Will does something (Breaks pasta, Puts a hat on the bed, etc) He will straight up tackle him down and lecture him about it

Like For a Part 2

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #leo valdez #nico di angelo #pjo #pjo fandom #calypso pjo #leo x calypso #pjo ships #Ships #pjo headcanon

[ms-gallows]

Leon Kennedy headcanons: Emotion & Personality

note: These are all based on Leon as he is in the RE4 remake.

This man is incredibly patient and level-headed. Definitely patient with service workers. There’s nothing to be mad about if he doesn’t have monsters or people trying to kill him. If someone obviously doesn’t care, however, it’s going to irritate him.

Leon is not aggressive with people (typically), but since RE2 he has developed a more aggressive music taste as a form of catharsis.

Anyone getting disenchanted Pisces vibes? Idealistic kind of guy, empathetic, but by the time of RE4 he’s definitely guarding that side of himself. He also might be a little numb. I might do an ‘astrology reading’ for him later, who knows.

Leon is totally fucked up over the fact that he was motivated to protect people because of what happened to his family, and then having those ideals totally obliterated by everyone on the force dying, getting manipulated by someone he trusted, and a corrupt system that has blackmailed him. In some way, his dreams and aspirations feel hollow. All he can do is keep surviving and working to protect Sherry and everyone he can; but being chained to corruption eats away at him.

He rarely cries because he’s afraid he won’t be able to stop. He’s got  a dam built up, and if it cracks, everything comes pouring out at  once.

After the events of RE4 when he gets back to his home, he’s just kind of going through the motions, until he suddenly breaks down and cries because all the stress, fear, and sadness for the people lost just hits him like a brick wall. Just randomly in the middle of making coffee or something.

He would really enjoy having someone around who could make him laugh. Hard to do, but boy will he warm up to someone so much more if they can get him to do that. Leon was motivated to protect Ashley from the get-go, but getting him to chuckle and joking with him made him develop a warmer feeling toward her.

I know Leon is hot and all but whenever I see this man’s eyes I feel like his dating life is just...kinda sad? Sure, he’s smooth and witty, but he fears if they look long enough, they’ll just see the depression oozing from his pores. He’s emotionally constipated at the moment, and he knows that’s not great for developing connections with people. One-night stands it is. He’s hot enough to land them when he needs to, and that’s about it.

RE4 remake Leon is markedly different from original RE4 Leon (read: water is wet), and while I see OG Leon making quips and trying to seduce his way into bed with someone, I don’t see Remake Leon laying it on as thick. I feel like he’s more quiet and prefers good atmosphere. Always picks a shadowy corner table. He’s a good listener, which makes his dates feel good and does him a favor in terms of getting them into his bed. He does want to get to know the person he’s going to fuck at least a little bit, so he does ask questions about them, only for it to be forgotten the morning after.

Doesn’t have a fuckbuddy. First, he doesn’t want to feel like he’s just using someone for sex, and second, he’s afraid of forming a connection. He can’t afford to do that in his line of work.

Considering that he’s pretty cold to Ada in the remake, I think it shows he knows how to set/maintain and respect BOUNDARIES, BABY! We love to see it. I’ll see myself out. If there are canon inconsistencies I apologize, I’m from the Silent Hill fandom and have fairly scant knowledge of RE in comparison lol.

#Leon Kennedy #leon s kennedy #RE4 #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy headcanons #I don't normally do headcanon posts #some whiplash for my star wars followers

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddiemas challenge.

Two Queens in a King Sized Bed

Prompt Day 11: Pop/Alt Christmas Songs | Word Count: 1037 | Rating: M | CW: None | Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship, Baby It's Cold Outside, Power Outage, Christmas, Domestic Fluff

I chose the song two queens in a king sized bed by girl in red.

Eddie wakes up early, too early, and he quickly realizes why: it's freezing. The power has gone out overnight. On Christmas? Really? Merry Fucking Christmas to them, he guesses. Luckily, Steve is a human furnace, so Eddie scoots closer to him, snuggling into his chest, and pulling the comforter up over their shoulders. 

Hopefully when he wakes up the power is back on.

They aren't that lucky.

Steve's on the phone with the electric company, trying to find out what the hell is going on. He finally gets off hold, and talks to a real, live person. 

"Somebody hit a pole," Steve says, hanging up the phone, "a little too much eggnog last night, I'm guessing. They're working on it. But it's Christmas. They'll have to call in a crew."

Eddie nods. Perfect. No electricity for Christmas is pretty shitty, but it's also shitty to get called into work on a holiday. This sucks for everyone. He wonders how many houses are stuck in the dark? A lot, probably. He doesn't know how many houses are served by one chain of poles, but it's gotta be a decent amount.

He watches as Steve gets a long lighter out of the drawer next to the range, and turns the stove knobs, to kick on the gas. Then he's lighting them each manually, because thank fuck they've got a gas stove, and they both stand there for a minute and Eddie warms his hands.

Then, Steve makes them breakfast, while Eddie sits at the counter, comforter wrapped around his whole body and head.

"It's really not that cold," Steve says, laughing as he catches sight of Eddie on the bar stool. "You look like a mummy."

"It's fifty-four in here, Steve. Fifty. Four."

"I hear you," Steve says, flipping another pancake in the cast iron pan.

"This house has shitty insulation," Eddie whines.

"Which we knew when we bought it," Steve answers. "Just go take a shower. The hot water heater is gas. So, knock yourself out."

Eddie does just that, shuffling towards the bathroom, comforter still wrapped all around him.

After his shower, he's warmed up until he opens the bathroom door and is hit with a blast of cold air. Now he's colder than ever and has wet hair. He'll surely die from this. 

"I'm going to die!" he yells at Steve, coming back into the kitchen dressed in all the clothes he owns. Well, almost all of them. 

"Yes, yes," Steve says, and puts a plate down in front of him. Eddie smiles. It's perfect. And warm.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Eddie says, momentarily happy again.

It doesn't last long. He's whining again, as soon as his empty plate hits the sink.

"Let's just go back to bed," Steve suggests, and Eddie nods. 

Eddie puts the comforter back on the bed, slides in, and promptly tries to crawl inside Steve's skin. Steve just laughs, and holds him as close as he can.

It's nice, and he's already warmer, so Eddie stretches up enough that he can kiss Steve. Giving thanks, giving love.

There are worse ways to spend Christmas than wrapped up against this man he loves so much.

Eddie jerks awake, with Steve's phone ringing in his ear.

"It's Robin," Steve says, and yeah, Eddie is definitely aware of that. He knows her ringtone. He hears it enough times on a daily basis.

"Put her on speaker, I wanna talk to," Eddie says, so Steve does.

"Hey, Rob. It's both of us, we don't have power so we're in bed, and Eddie is demanding to talk, too," Steve says, before giving her the entire backstory of their day.

"I'm surprised you're still alive, Eddie. I know how great you do with the cold," Robin says, and she's making fun of him, but it's true.

"I know!" he shouts, and burrows closer to Steve, crawling right on top of him.

"Yes, he's dying as we speak," Steve mumbles, trying to get Eddie's hair out of his mouth.

"So, you're just. In bed?" Robin asks.

"Yes, trying to not freeze to death," Eddie laments, being very dramatic. 

"So, you're two queens in a king sized bed?" Robin teases, and they both laugh, looking at the phone that's on speaker on the pillow beside them. Eddie is thankful Steve had fully charged portable batteries to charge their phones with. Leave it to Steve to be prepared. Eddie played games on his until his fingers were too cold. Then he took his third shower of the day. 

"Basically," Steve says, "Eddie is frozen. He's taken four showers today."

"Three!" Eddie shouts, clarifying. Lies. Steve's telling lies.

"Maybe he's just jerking off a lot," Robin says, and Eddie makes an affronted noise.

"If I was that horny, Buckley, Steve would be invited to be involved," Eddie announces, his cheek pressed right to Steve's chest. 

"Gross," she says.

"You brought it up," Eddie blames, listening to Steve's heart thrum under his ear. Steve's rubbing his hands up and down Eddie's back, under his layers of clothes, and they're big and warm. His hands always are. Eddie's are cold, year-round. But not Steve's. 

They're warm on his skin, and Eddie melts on top of Steve, enjoying the feeling.

Steve forces his hands into the several layers of pants Eddie is wearing, rubbing his hands over Eddie's bare ass. It feels good. Eddie likes it.

Robin would kill them if she knew it was happening while she was on the phone with them, so it makes Eddie like it even more, just for fun.

"You could just come over to my house, you know? It's warm and toasty over here," Robin offers, and Eddie knows they could do that. But she's thirty minutes away, and it's snowy and cold outside. 

"I know," Steve says, "thanks, Rob. Surely they'll get it back on soon, if not, we'll definitely be over before Eddie freezes solid."

And then Eddie closes his eyes, letting Steve rub down his body, continuing his efforts at warming him up as he talks to Robin. It's nice, and cozy, and Eddie dozes off listening to the rumble of Steve's voice in his chest.

It's cold, but this really isn't so bad, after all.

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#steddiemas #pop/alt christmas songs #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things fic #thisapplepielife: short fic #thisapplepielife: steddiemas #steddie christmas fic #platonic stobin

[pinkydevil16]

Aemond targaryen x targaryen reader: part 28

Aemond was thrown into the cells, groaning in pain as he landed on his wounded arm, grime and dirt collecting in the open wound. His foot shackled to the wall and any weapons taken from him, Daemon stepped forward, ripping his eyepatch off him.

"She will see you for the true monster you are. I will have your head even if my daughter does not want me to take it." Daemon landed a hard punch to Aemond's cheek however the younger man did not make a sound, simply hummed in content. He loved Y/n and he prayed she loved him, he could not live without her and if Daemon would provide him a quick death and relief from being without her he would take it. 

It took three days before rumours of his families failure reached him. His weak family had fallen, his brother escaped but he doubted he would ever return. He had no want to be king and had fled like a coward, his mother died alone with his wife being the one to end her miserable life. It was almost refreshing, he was no longer burdened with his family, he had not heard of his sister but she had not been named in the casualties. His wife had dealt out the same punishment he had for her, depriving him of food and water, he did not care for them. They did not fuel him, give him energy as she did, one look at her and he would be restored. 

A maester had been sent to clean his wounds, stitching them shut and reporting back to Y/n of his condition. She had not the heart to go down, she tried to strengthen her resolve but the crestfallen look on his face haunted her. She wondered if he had felt this way when she was locked in the cells, reminding herself of his wrong doings. Her father had been clear on his want to kill Aemond, her mother had kept her opinion to herself but her eyes could not hide the slight anger when Y/n had sent him to the cells. She recognised her daughters agony, could see the fleeting thoughts of going to him, keeping her close by and asking her of her time in kingslanding. Y/n had fully claimed Vhagar, taking her for flights often and letting her enjoy her elder years, she prayed she would not see another war. 

The people of kingslanding accepted Queen Rhaenyra, many mourned the loss of Aegon in secret wondering if he would return to conquer the throne and place his children on the throne. Halaena had protected her children, begging Rhaenyra to not hurt them, they were innocent and she had already lost of a son to a war which was not hers. Rhaenyra was merciful, sending the sons to the wall in the north any right to their heritage stripped but they would live. Halaena bent the knee allowed to keep her titles as a show of good grace, the end of the needless bloodshed and family demise. One of Halaena's daughters would marry Rhaenyra's youngest sons, sealing the families together once more and keep a Targaryen on the throne. Rhaenyra mourned the lost of her son Jace, his body found between the casualties and brought to her. He was given a true Targaryen funeral, Y/n hugging her father, Joffrey was to take his place as Corlys heir and marry Baela's daughter once they became of age. Joffrey only a young child himself still, brought from dragonstone to kingslanding with Daemon's youngest children. 

Y/n convened with the counsel, her mothers most loyal followers demanding Aemond's head to make an example of traitors. Her mother strict in her want for Y/n to decide, he was her husband and although he had been the cause of many deaths if he would bend the knee he would be a great asset however Daemon disagreed. He would not have Vhagar as his daughter now claimed the mighty beast, he would merely be a bed warmer for his daughter to which the thought did not sit happily with him. He would find her a better match, someone worthy of a true dragon, Aemond had shown his willingness to take down anyone who stood in his path to Y/n. What would stop him taking the throne to control her once more, Y/n would be heir and Aemond would be her King consort. The implication of power was not lost on Daemon or Y/n when they thought of the future, Y/n struggled greatly, hating herself for loving Aemond. She wished it to be simple, a quick decision to kill him and be done with the past. However as she lay in bed at night, the faint smell of him on her sheets and sleep refusing to come she would think of a happier future, herself and Aemond at Dragonstone, peaceful and content. She thought of a small child sitting atop Vhagar, a mix of the two, a beautiful child whom Y/n would love greatly. She wished for life to be simple and sweet, to indulge herself for once but she would not open the door. Sitting on the balcony and staring at the stars until the sun rose, another day alone and she missed the feeling of being loved. It was odd to miss something she had hated but it was a comforting memory that slipped to the front of her mind through out the days, thinking of him along in the cells. He had not spoken a word, accepting his punishment and awaiting death from his beloved. 

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This is such a wonderful line:

"He [Marius] heard the beating of his arteries as one hears the ticking of a watch in the dark."

Hugo's decision to give us the lead-up to the ambush is great for building tension; we knew something was coming in the last chapter while Marius followed Jondrette, and now that we're only half an hour away from it, Marius (and by extension, we as readers) is much more stressed. The repetition of "dark" adds to this suspense, but it also conveys Marius' idealized view of the situation:

"He thought of the double march which was going on at that moment in the dark,—crime advancing on one side, justice coming up on the other."

It's fair to say Jondrette is "crime advancing," but Javert as justice? His conversation with Marius was probably the best he's appeared so far (competent and knowledgeable, somewhat reassuring to Marius because he might be able to help an innocent person), and he's still rude, callous, and dismissive (he ignores Marius' [legitimate!] fears and refuses to intervene in advance because it'll decrease the possibility of an arrest). His dramatics are entertaining, but he's certainly no representation of justice.

To return to the question of suspense: animal imagery is back! Marius keeps feeling the guns to remind himself that he's not "prey," implying that M Jondrette and Patron Minette are predators on the hunt. The moon description suggests that they're like wolves, although it's not explicitly stated until later ("like wolf whelps in the absence of the wolf"). The parallel works well with their general link to crime throughout the novel. The Jondrettes are also described with animalistic language in general: their home is a "den," and the girls "yelp" rather than speak. Such language has been used before, but it feels more sinister now in the context of Marius trying not to be a hunted animal of prey surrounded by wolves.

Mlle Jondrette entering Marius' room is also an incredibly tense scene, but it's a sad one, too. She's not that interested in searching for him for a number of reasons. Of course, one could be that she simply isn't that interested in her father's scheme and doesn't want to bother or implicate Marius, who's been kind to her. But another seems to be that she's still a child. As she goes deeper into the room, she remembers the mirror, and - just as she did when she first came to talk to Marius - she begins to play in front of it, singing to herself. She wants to entertain herself now that she has the rare opportunity to do so, and she won't squander that time looking under the bed. Dawdling in the room may be an attempt at self-preservation as well, as her father expects her to stand watch in the snow outside. Staying in Marius' room "investigating" is time spent indoors, where it's a bit warmer.

Spoilers below:

I find it hilarious that M Jondrette/Thénardier specifies the group's readiness for the ambush like so:

"“The mouse-trap is open. The cats are there.”"

Jean Valjean is far from a mouse. He's compared to a cat (housecat or wild cat) so many times! It's a small comment, but it does show how Thénardier has once again misjudged Valjean. He assumes that he's defenseless in this kind of situation because he's been outnumbered and caught off-guard, but Valjean was shaped by similar pressures to Patron Minette's members and, consequently, is a "cat" himself. A mouse-trap, then, is an inconvenience and can hurt, but it's not tailored to catching him in the way Thénardier thinks it is.

Of course, he'll also be caught off-guard by Valjean's strength and his attitude of "you can't defeat me because I'll defeat myself," but his strength is always unexpected, and his tendency to make himself a martyr is more his problem than Thénardier's.

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