#I FINALLY FINISHED THIS DRABBLE

[ageofstarkey]

Hi! Could you write a Mattheo one, where it’s that time of the month, and you’re just really not feeling like facing the world.

poor thing ✰ m. riddle

summary: you’re on your period, and matthéo’s there to help you feel less awful.

pairing: bf!matthéo x reader

warnings: reader is implied to be afab, mentions of reader having their period, discussion of period-related symptoms, nothing else really???

note: hello!! thank you so much for the request!! i’m still trying to find my groove with writing, but i hope i did your prompt some justice :’) also pretend that boys can in fact enter the girls dorms in this universe lmfao

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comments & reblogs are so appreciated!

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“aren’t you getting up for potions?”

when you roll over, you see pansy watching you from the doorway. she’s dressed and ready for the day - book bag slung carefully across her body. she studies you with something akin to concern; awaiting your response with perfect, furrowed brows.

with a quiet sigh, you push yourself into a half-sitting position. “i don’t think so. i got my period last night and i feel absolutely horrid.”

“want me to tell riddle? i’m sure he’s looking for an excuse to skip anyway”

you roll your eyes fondly. “he’s already missed too many lessons this year - let him figure it out on his own time, yeah?”

pansy shrugs. “fine. hope you feel better.”

you groan, flopping none-too-gracefully back on your pillow. “me too.”

when pansy leaves, you take a few moments to savour the silence. it does little to ease the uncomfortable ache in your abdomen, but it’s quiet enough that you can almost pretend your head hasn’t been throbbing since the second you opened your eyes.

eventually, you snuggle back under your thick quilt, resigned to sleeping away your misery. it doesn’t take long for your fatigue to take over, pushing you steadily towards the edge of unconsciousness.

you’re nearly asleep, when you hear a sharp knock at the dormitory door. your brows tug downwards in confusion. with a quiet groan, you drag yourself out of bed. the floors are shockingly cold against your bare feet, and you curse quietly under your breath as you approach the door.

when you tug it open, you’re pleasantly surprised to see your boyfriends handsome face. although he should be in class, you can hardly fight the grin that tugs at your lips. “you are not supposed to be here.”

matthéo quirks an eyebrow, sporting a smirk you know all too well. “shall i see myself out then?”

you roll your eyes fondly. “no.”

“didn’t think so.” he lets himself in, kicking the door shut behind him. “do you wanna lay down?”

“merlin - more than anything.”

he tugs you gently towards him, pressing his lips against your forehead in a chaste kiss. “i figured as much.” he murmurs the words against your skin, punctuating them with another kiss. when he pulls away, he nudges you gently towards the bed. “how are you feeling?”

“awful.”

“cramps?” he shrugs off a few layers of clothing, before tugging back your quilt and laying on the bed.

with a gentle little tug, you’re falling into the empty space beside him. “my entire body just… aches.” with a defeated sigh, you drop your head on his chest.

matthéo hums softly, stroking a gentle hand up and down the length of your spine. “poor thing.”

“tell me about it.”

with a quiet little laugh, he tilts your head up towards his own. “do you think you’ll survive?”

“i really might not, théo. this might be it for me.”

matthéo rolls his eyes, but he wears a fond little smile that gives him away. “you’re ridiculous.”

“i am not!” your lips turn downwards in an involuntary pout. “it hurts.”

“i know, sweetheart.” he closes the small gap between you, kissing away your feeble little frown. “why don’t you try and get some rest, hm?”

“you’ll stay?”

he kisses you again - longer this time, and you swear you’re feeling better already. “‘m not going anywhere.”

[junicult]

contains ; suggestive conversation (pillow talk typa stuff). sappy sappy cheesy & corny fluff! just the way i like it! established relationship — dating. two ppl in love blah blah blah. gender non specified reader. he is all i ever think about.

note ; hello! didn’t wanna look at this in my drafts anymore. boo!

“what’s the wildest thing you’ve done in bed?” you ask, smiling over the rim of your near-empty glass of wine.

your lips are well past stained at this point, dazed eyes holding a curiously eager gaze with the man sitting similarly before you.

“the wildest thing?” harvey repeats, eyebrows raised, looking around as if to search for his answer.

“yeah, like, the craziest thing you’ve done while having sex.”

you’ve been playing this little question game for hours now, concept of time nothing but a distant thought after you both downed even more glasses of wine a single bottle could fill. it’s been a while since you’ve been able to relax like this, which is well in agreeance with your boyfriend.

you’re quite tipsy at this point. facing him on your living room couch, legs crossed and arm propping your head that’s perched against the back of the couch.

he purses his lips, shaking his head in deep thought. “i dunno…i guess um,” he presses a knuckle to the upper rim of his glasses, adjusting them, “i guess the kitchen—having sex in the kitchen, probably.”

you furrow your brows, giving him a long look. “in the kitchen?” it’s your turn to repeat, this time confused.

he shrugs and nods.

“with me?” you ask, more clarification than uncertainty in your tone.

“of course with you.”

“no, i’m speaking in general, like out of everyone you’ve ever had sex with—what was the craziest thing you did?”

“i know the question. i said have sex in the kitchen.”

you stare, unwavering eye contact glued to his. you know him, you know he’s definitely telling the truth, yet somehow you were shocked. “that was your craziest sexual experience?”

“i take it wasn’t yours, huh?” he snorts, giving the contents in his glass one small swirl before he leans over and places it on the coffee table.

you laugh airily, “i mean i…told you about the ferris wheel—“

“—ah,” he cuts you off, shivering, “yes, not my thing.”

“so let me get this straight,” you mimic his previous gesture—placing the glass on the table—, using both of your now-free hands to hold out in front of you. “your craziest, absolutely wildest sexual experience was on that kitchen table?”

he flicks his gaze past your head to where you’re pointing your thumb behind you. he suppresses a quirked up lip from the recollection.

“well, i didn’t say it was absolutely wild. but if i had to pick, that would be my answer.” he murmurs, and despite the topic, he’s managing his typical flushed cheeks and nervous lip-nibble well.

“wow,” you lean back with a light laugh. “i’m honored.”

“i’m glad.” he smiles.

he reaches back for the last sip of his wine, taking a short whiff of the glass before savoring the last drop. maybe he’s biased, but your wine will always be his favorite. he never allows it to go to waste.

it’s late. his eyelids rest heavily over his pupils, contrasting your wide-awake gaze. you’re eager to move around, emphasizing most of your words with hand gestures while he’s remained put for the last couple hours. despite his tiredness, he soaks every minute he has with you just as he does with your wine.

you clear your throat. “okay, so now i have a new question.”

“alright.” he nods, leaning into his hand.

“what was the best sex you’ve ever had? it’s okay if it wasn’t with me.”

he exhales from his nose at that, smile to accompany his cheeks.

“well, it was,” he confirms, once again looking off to the side. although, he doesn’t pause long, seemingly prepared with his answer. “i would say, after you told me you loved me.”

you beam immediately. “i knew it. you’re such a sentimentalist.” you tease, reaching over to pinch his thigh. but you soften, laying your hand flat and gently soothing your thumb over his pants. “that’s mine too.”

“really? even more than the ferris wheel?”

you scoff. “oh, absolutely. a million times better.” you wave a hand dismissively, and he tries not to let the comment go to his head. “that was purely just to say i’ve done it. at least you can make me finish.”

of course his cheeks set aflame, due to the ego boost and vulgarity. you smile as he purses his lips after murmuring an awkward thank you. it’s always so amusing to make him flustered, given such an easy task.

you sigh, rolling your head back against the couch. your fingers lightly tap at your t-shirt clad stomach, eyes wandering each crease and ridge in your ceiling during a moment of peaceful silence you’ll always relax into when you’re with harvey.

it’s only then do your eyes feel heavy, and it finally dawns on you just what time it is, and how early you have to wake up tomorrow.

“it’s late,” you conquer, staying put, “do you wanna stay—“

“i’ve got a question.” he hums. you turn your head, remaining relaxed against the cushions, to find him looking off towards the dimming fireplace in front of you.

“yeah?”

“who was the…if you had to rank everyone, uhm,” he presses his knuckles into the cushion beside his thighs, readjusting himself but not without a clear of his throat. “who’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

you allow a smile to creep onto your face. it seems purposeful he’s avoiding your eyes, the golden hue of the crackling fire causing his warm skin to glow. his lips look a little pinker due to the light—or maybe the wine—and from your angle you can see his dark brown eyelashes clearly from the space between his glasses.

you let out a faux sigh, almost taunting.

“hm, that’s a toughie.” you snicker, now readjusting to sit sideways on the cushion with one leg crossed and the other dangling over the couch. “out of the whopping four?”

he gives you a peek, subconsciously wiping his palms across his pants wordlessly.

you almost want to tease him a little longer—the shy purse of his lips making it just so easy. yet you give up quick, leaning in to snake your arm around his neck and press a hand to his cheek.

“without a doubt, it’s you. don’t even have to think about it.” you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his warm lips.

“really?” there he goes, yet again doubting himself.

“harvey, i’ve never been in love like i am with you. i’ve never been with someone and started picturing marriage after the second date.” you croon, so close you can nearly press your forehead against his. you look down at his lips. “it’s not just because of the sex—but believe me, that plays a good part. no one has known how to love me like you can.”

he swallows, mimicking your gaze and fixates on your lips as you continue, “you make me feel so comfortable, and so appreciated. you’re so sweet, and caring, and reliable. i can tell you anything.”

his fingers are warm from the fire, and he delicately uses them to push pieces of your hair that have fallen in front of your face, blocking his view of you.

just as you’re about to go on, he stops you. both of his hands finding purchase at the crevice of your neck, while his lips meet yours. not just a peck, a deep and meaningful kiss that forms all of your praises into the action. the same kind of kiss that takes your breath away, even before it started when you quietly gasp as he tugged you close. he ignores the way his nose bumps into yours, instead tilting his head to the side once you melt into him, pressing a flat hand against his chest for balance.

it’s deep and needy. the wine somehow tastes even better off your lips, his tongue selfishly stealing some of the sweetness. in some ways you think you could genuinely go stupid just from the way he kisses you.

he takes a moment to pull away, the exact way that has him sucking all of the air out of your lungs and leaves you chasing the feeling and making your brain grow fuzzy.

letting you go, he licks his lips and drops his quick gaze down to yours before looking back in your lidded eyes. he’s so impossibly skilled at taking your breath away, literally and figuratively.

“like a starved man,” you tease, masking your faint whimper with a chuckle.

“i know,” he swallows. “i love you.”

“i love you more.”

he shakes his head, padded thumb softly pressing against your bottom lip where his gaze sits.

“not possible.”

[satorisoup]

YOUR NUMBER, TO GO .ᐟ

ft. kento nanami

cw : fluff. bakery owner! reader. nanami being absolutely smitten with you.

wc : 897

nanami absolutely despised work environments. he didn’t like the exhausting feeling of sitting in an office, day to day, with nothing but papers and an annoying ring of the telephone to keep him company. he didn’t enjoy the daily routine of work, eat, work again, sleep, repeat. it was getting far too repetitive, and quite frankly, boring. how could he enjoy anything when work was always in the way?

that was until he spotted the cute little bakery on the corner during his lunch one day, practically calling his name to come inside.

as fate would have it, he entered through the dainty doors out of pure curiosity, and with the “—ding!” of a bell, he was greeted with the brightest, cheery smile he thinks he’s ever come across. the excited “ welcome! ” and delicious pastries reeled him in like a fish on a hook, met with a sweet girl dressed in an apron behind the counter. nanami believes he may have just found a gold mine.

he browsed the desserts from behind the glass case, unsure of what to decide on. the strawberry scones? maybe tiramisu? wait, there’s chocolate chip cookies too? he was stuck in his thoughts, options seemingly endless.

and you, an angel sent down to earth, began to speak again, tone sweet like honey, “ first time here? i can recommend you a few things if you’d like, sir. ”

nanami left with an entire box of pastries that day, and he didn’t have one single regret.

the next day, the same situation followed. and the day after, and again after that. his own legs began to betray him, automatically leading him straight down the path to your beloved bakery every time the clock hit 11:15. soon enough, he became one of your most loyal regulars.

you were incredibly warm and inviting. a breath of fresh air, giving him the push he needed to continue through his primitive work day. lunch time was his secret guilty pleasure, which was getting to buy some sweet desserts from an even sweeter girl, who called him “ mister nanami ” as she welcomed him in with a honeyed hello. over time, nanami started to realize that not only were you a pleasant person, but you were also incredibly endearing.

that now leads nanami to his latest predicament, which was how to ask for your phone number without looking like an idiot.

it starts with him showing up to your shop, dressed in his usual work atire, you looking in his direction at the sound of the bell. he makes his way to the display case, mind still whirring with what he should say.

“ oh! mister nanami, i have a new treat today! would you like to try one? ”

nanami is snapped out of his churring decisions, turning to you as you hold out a tray of what you had decided to make today. ah, strawberry sundaes.

“ oh, i’d love to. ” is what he responds with, smiling as you nod your head, taking one to neatly package up for him.

nanami watched your soft, delicate hands wrap his dessert in a pretty cellaphane, all the while you hum to yourself in content as you tie a bow to close it off. your soft humming to the tune that plays like a melody is all too enticing, and— oh, he’s staring. you’ve really got him wrapped around your sugar coated fingers, without a single idea of it. nanami curses himself, really, for not being man enough to grab your phone number before this. hm, how improper and cowardly of him.

“ here you are ! please, tell me how it tastes. i tried a new recipe ! ”

nanami is about to hit his thirties and yet, he feels like a child with the way his heart rate picks up at the sound of your voice. he shovels the comically tiny spoon into the sundae before taking a bite with everything on it.

you’re beautiful and you surely can make a mean sundae. that’s one thing for certain.

“ it’s delicious, as always. how much do i owe you ? let me grab my wallet— ”

“ it’s on the house ! ”

and another thing, you were just so damn generous.

“ i couldn’t possibly— ”

“ mister nanami, i insist ! you’re here almost every day, it’s the least i can do for my favorite customer ! ”

oh ?

nanami thinks all of his logistics may have been thrown out of the window, because the second he heard the implication of him being your favorite customer, accompanied by the precious blush that covers your cheeks, he really doesn’t mind being bold for once in his life.

“ ah. well i don’t want to be greedy, but i wouldn’t mind having something else on the house… ”

“ of course ! anything at all really, what would you like ? ” you innocently asked.

“ is your phone number on the menu ? ”

not a day in nanami’s life would he of ever expected himself to use such a cheesy pick up line on the sweetest girl, but when he sees that same old smile that drew him to you in the first place, he doesn’t regret it one bit.

“ for here or to go, mister nanami ? ”

[wallabywhump]

Tommy’s ears feel like they have cotton stuffed in them.

“I-.” Tommy licks his lips, panic is crawling up his throat at what Evan just said, because it can’t be possible.  “Can you repeat that, babe?”

Evan grunts, and there’s hushed whispers and slamming doors, and maybe a slightly louder noise of Hen yelling in the distance, and Tommy knows the 118 firehouse well enough to know that Evan is hiding in the corner of the changing rooms.

“I said, Gerrard is captain of the 118.” Evan is speaking so quietly that the phone mic is barely picking him up, but Tommy hears him loud and clear.

His heart skips a beat at the confirmation.

“Fuck,” Tommy whispers. “But how?”

“Good question,” Evan hisses. “Bobby quit, and didn’t tell us, and that’s beside the point.”

Tommy nods, it is beside the point. Tommy should be comforting Evan right now, assuring him that they can talk to someone, that it’s okay, this isn’t permanent, and-

Yet, all his brain is repeating is, “were we affectionate at the ceremony?”

Tommy says it out loud without meaning, and he blinks because that isn’t at all what he meant to say, but his mouth is moving without his permission.

“I mean, I don’t know if Gerrard would have noticed if we were, I know I was very stiff, and yes, he knows I’m gay, but he doesn’t know you’re out and-,”

Evan isn’t speaking.

Tommy can’t shut up.

“-and that doesn’t even matter. He was reassigned for discriminatory actions against multiple members of the 118, two of which are still serving, so how is he even back? Who approved this?”

Tommy’s brain is kind of in overdrive, trying to think of how’s, why’s, and fix it, fix it, fix it.

“I reported him for multiple instances of homophobia and racism, and you’re my boyfriend, and he’s captain again, and-,” Tommy takes a deep breath, “shit, I shouldn’t be complaining about myself. You called to commiserate. Shoving all that back into a dark corner of my mind.”

“That doesn’t sound very healthy,” Evan finally says, and it’s deadpan, dry, with maybe a slight hint of sarcasm to it. (Some part of Tommy blames the frequent date nights, and maybe Tommy is rubbing off on him, but also maybe there’s a layer to Evan that Tommy still hasn’t uncovered yet.)

Tommy hums, biting down on his lip to stop himself from spurting anymore nonsense.

“You ask all the exact same questions that Hen and Chimney just asked,” Evan says with a sigh, and then even quieter, and a little defeated. “You were right.”

“I was…right?”

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Evan says.

Tommy takes a moment to curse past Tommy for being a cynic, despite being right, because he hates that defeated monotone from Evan’s mouth. It sounds wrong. And Tommy caused it.

Deadpan humour and realism may be how Tommy copes, but not even he could have predicted that a disgraced captain would be invited back into their previous role.

“No, no, I’m-,” Tommy groans, and covers the phone mic to say, “shut up, idiot,” to himself, and then uncover it again. He needs to be calm and collected and reassure his boyfriend right now.

There’s the tell-tale sound of alarms suddenly in Evan’s background and the moment has passed. A clang that Tommy knows means Evan just kicked the lockers.

“I gotta go,” Evan says, close to the mic, it sounds hollow.

Tommy nods, but then when he remembers that Evan can’t see that, you idiot, says, “yeah, I can hear.”

Tommy knows that Evan wants nothing less than to go on calls with Gerrard, but over a decade of dealing with the man comes to mind. “Don’t make yourself a target, keep out of trouble, and please, don’t be insubordinate. Just for today. Just until we know what’s happening.” And unspoken don’t mention me, don’t mention your sexuality, hide yourself, just for a day.

“Tommy,” Evan trails off, and there is an unimpressed air to his voice.

Tommy closes his eyes, grips his hands against his thighs. “Please, Evan,” he doesn’t want to beg, but he’s not above it, because he knows Vincent Gerrard inside and out.

Someone yells for Buck, the sirens get louder, and Tommy feels that panic spike again.

“You’ve got to go,” Tommy insists. “Just today,” he repeats.

Evan sighs, loud down the line. “Okay, okay, I-.” Evan curses. “Just today.”  

Relief blossoms in Tommy’s chest, right alongside a kernel of shame that might have found it’s way there during the ceremony and rooted itself regardless of how much Tommy hated it. He hates himself for asking it of Evan, but he doesn’t regret it.

“Thanks,” Tommy says.

Evan snorts. Another person yells for Buck.

“I really-,” Evan starts to say, and Tommy hears the siren and the hubbub of the station as Evan moves through it.

“Go,” Tommy rushes out. “Come over tonight. We can talk about it then, just, at my place. Please.”

“See you tonight,” Evan promises.

“Be safe,” Tommy whispers, hushed, scared that Gerrard might hear him even through Evan’s phone.

Maybe Evan has a similar fear because his reply is equally as quiet. “Of course.”

[popponn]

note: happy birthday fishman. please just come home already. i want to poke this cutie a lot.

you stare in disbelief at the pile of plushies in your hands, then at the empty ever-rotating crane game machine, then finally at the half-fish half-man who you get the pleasure of calling employer and boyfriend.

"...how?" you ask, still dumbfounded.

rafayel—who casually keeps a finger gun pose shamelessly in the middle of a public arcade—smirks even wider, "who do you think you are talking to?"

"someone who always misses the plushies," you answer quickly without a missing beat, before adding an afterthought, "usually. on every turn."

this response immediately makes him drop the finger gun away from his chin. changing it into a childish (and very adorable) hands on the hips pose. as animated as his gestures are, his face morphs into a pout, "hey. that's just me holding back so this place could still have a business."

"..." you doubt it, really.

"what does that face mean?" rafayel's eyebrows frown even further—which serves as enough warning that you probably should start giving him praises or you will have another spiel of how "you don't love him and even the jellyfishes that eat grass agrees with that". no one wants a repeat of that.

and also, you love him enough to think a preening smug rafayel is better than a pouting annoyed one.

"it means—" you poorly try to hide your smile, "—that i am very thankful that a really handsome guy gets me all of this. so much that i couldn't believe it."

predictably, the air around rafayel soon matches a peacock more than a fish. "hmph! good!" he says, in a manner that sounds like he will demand some spoiling the moment the two of you get home. or so you think, before he opens his mouth again and eyes the other machine a few steps behind you, "why don't you let this handsome guy get another round of plushies for you then?"

(five minutes and eight rounds later, the plushies in that other machine remain untouched.)

[bruisedboys]

could I request something from Eddie’s POV? maybe where he and the reader are pretty friendly but just about acquaintances and he’s kind of obsessed with her (in a semi creepy but mostly he’s so in love) thank you thank you

thank you for your request, I love writing in eddie’s pov it’s so fun. hope this is okay!!

fem!reader 0.6k words

Eddie Munson is never going to get over the fact that you, the prettiest, sweetest girl he’s ever met, actually wants to be in his company. What’s more, you want to endure Hellfire to spend more time with him.

Hellfire, as its name suggests, is not far from hot hell. He still doesn’t know why you’re here.

“Edster.” Your voice is a little jokey as you nudge Eddie’s elbow with your own, your shoulder pressing into his. “Y’didn’t go and get lost on me again, did you?”

Eddie blinks. “What?”

You giggle, a sweet sound that makes Eddie lightheaded. “Nothing, bub.” Your hand lands on his knee and you give him a squeeze. “Doesn’t matter. How long til your club gets here?”

Eddie forgets how to speak. Your hand sets his entire leg on fire. He fishes around his brain for an answer.

“Oh, um. I dunno, they should be here soon.” Eddie rubs the back of his boiling hot neck. “Maybe five minutes?”

Whether you notice his lack of coherent speech or not, Eddie doesn’t know. You stand and suddenly Eddie’s staring right at the back of your thigh, your skin exposed by your short skirt. He thinks he might die on the spot.

Eddie talks without really meaning to, his mouth spilling words before he can stop them. “So, um. Why are you here again?”

He’d meant it like why are you hanging out with me, a total loser? But he’d accidentally made it sound like he doesn’t want you here, which is definitely not the case. You turn from where you're poised over the table, looking understandably offended.

Eddie scrambles. “I-I mean.” He’s definitely red in the face. Definitely. He scrubs the back of his neck again like that will help. “You don’t even like Dungeons and Dragons.”

Understanding crosses your face and then a flash of something akin to embarrassment, though it’s so quick Eddie thinks he might’ve imagined it. You shrug and round the table, your perfectly lacquered nails dragging over the wood.

“I dunno,” you say, voice a pitch higher than usual but Eddie’s so up in his head he doesn’t notice. “Seems kinda fun to watch.”

“It’s not.”

You snort. “You’re not being a very good advocate of your own club right now, Eddie.”

Eddie laughs, because you’re funny and you’re pretty and he has no idea how the fuck he’s supposed to act around you. Meanwhile, you’re leaning over the table to pick up a dice, your necklaces dangling. Eddie accidentally looks straight at your chest and then hastily looks away, his face burning. He really needs to get this staring problem under control.

“Eddie, are you okay?” You ask. You’ve got a dice in your hands, fiddling with it in your ringed fingers. But you’re frowning. “You look distracted.”

I’ve been caught, Eddie thinks. Red handed.

“Who, me?” He says jauntily, hitching what he hopes is a convincing grin onto his face. “I’m fine. Just thinkin’.”

You snort. “Eddie Munson, thinking?” You tease, sarcasm drenching your tone. “What about?”

“Super important Hellfire stuff,” Eddie lies through his teeth.

You look like you maybe know he’s lying but then he’s saved by the door opening and loud voices flooding in. In come his clan of nerds, louder than a band of monkeys.

“Hey, Eddie!” Says one of them.

“Oh, hi, Y/N,” says another.

“Didn’t know you were bringing your girlfriend to club today!” Says Gareth gleefully.

Eddie groans. “Fuck off, Gareth.”

His face burning, Eddie looks to you, an apology on the tip of his tongue but you’re giggling and looking almost as flushed as he feels.

Mid-laugh you meet Eddie’s gaze and smile at him in a way that he doesn’t quite understand but makes his heart race anyway.

“It’s okay,” you mouth, before he can apologise for his friend’s absurd behaviour.

Eddie’s thinking about it for the entire rest of the meeting.

[starrystevie]

steve falls in love with eddie because he's this perfect amalgamation of everyone he's ever loved.

there's nancy's curly brown hair, of course, but also her fierce stubbornness and her bashful little smile when steve is being purposefully obtuse. there's tommy's passion, his impulsivity, his need to get under steve's skin in the best way possible. there's jonathan's quick remarks with a crooked grin and heather m's soft touches on bruised skin and robin's flailing hands when she talks that steve loves so much.

there's even the dorkiness of his kids that only amplifies when eddie's around them, all their talks of fantastic worlds that steve knows nothing about but nods along like he gets it. there's the bright blinding smiles that seem to pull at every face in the room when they win, hooting and hollering in a harmonious chorus.

steve falls in love with eddie for all of those things but also for all of the things he possesses on his own. his charm and his wit, his need to make steve smile every waking moment. the way he knows when steve needs quiet and dark so he closes the blinds before wrapping him up in his steady arms.

eddie falls in love with steve for all of the things that seem new to him.

he's never had a guy treat him like steve does, never had soft smiles and cards on valentines day, never had date nights or kisses in the daytime or a hand that fits gently against his own. he doesn't feel like a dirty secret pushed away to closets and out of windows. he doesn't see the quick glances around to make sure no one's watching before he gets into steve's car like he's used to getting with old partners. he doesn't get shushed or ignored or heartbroken.

he's used to being shrouded in darkness but steve is like sunshine, his love warming eddie like sunrays in and of themselves. he's used to confusion and questions but steve makes him feel wanted. makes him feel loved back.

steve is protective and smart. he sees through the bullshit eddie's built up around himself and holds him when those walls inevitably crumble down. eddie falls in love with steve because he sees him for who he truly is and loves him because of it.

they fall in love with each other because their jagged edges were made for one another, like puzzle pieces in the wrong box finding their way back home. they fall in love with each other because nothing else has ever felt more right. they fall in love with each other because everyone they loved before was a trial, a test, pushing them together whether they knew it or not.

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Showering with Aki Hayakawa after he comes home from a long mission. His whole body is sore and he didn’t have the energy to shower. So you offer to help and he can’t say no to you. Seeing how excited you got at the idea. A vibrant blush spreading across his face as you both stood naked in the shower, facing one another as you slowly lathering the soap in the loofah. Taking his arm and scrubbing him. Your hands gently massaging his sore muscles as you do so. The warm water from the shower head helping soothe his body as well. Your hands smoothing over his wide back and placing a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades that makes him shiver before you start to brush his skin with the soapy loofah. You’re both mostly quiet during your shower. Aki being too tired to speak but also just entranced with you it makes him speechless. His blue eyes watching you carefully as your fingers smooth through his hair, working the shampoo in and massaging his scalp. Telling him to close his eyes as you hold the shower head above him to rinse out the shampoo. Moving his wet hair out of his face as he wipes the water from his eyes. Opening them again to see the most beautiful person smiling up at him. His heart swells at how lovely you are. How good you are to him. He leans down to place a kiss on your lips. “Let me wash your hair too…”

[star-quill]

Hey! I absolutely adore your writing! I would love your take on Peter Quill x nurse!reader. Like, she's a home health aide who takes care of his grandpa and they meet when he comes back. I'd love some nsfw, but only if you want. ;)

omg this is so!!!!

he'd be totally sweet at first, when he met you after he came back. asking about u and when u starting helping his grandfather. u weren't totally sure if u were really needed anymore since he was back but he absolutely insisted u stay.

u showed him a few things he could help with whenever u weren't around and he was listening intently to everything u had to say, trying to memorise it all and not wanting to mess anything up.

however there was one night u had to stay overnight and he insisted u sleep in his bed while he took the couch. u were never going to win the argument so u gave in, grabbing a blanket from the cupboard nearby while he went to fetch some pillows for u.

however he didn't tell u that, u just assumed he was going to bed so u removed ur shirt, ur pants following suit before he walked in.

"hey so i got u some pill—oh shit, shit sorry.."

"oh my god!" u grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around urself, his hand covering his eyes as he dropped the pillows on the couch.

"sorry, i didn't know u were changing.."

"it's ok.. i didn't know u'd be back so soon.."

"i should've said.."

he awkwardly left after that, leaving u to grab ur spare shirt that u keep in ur bag just incase of an overnight stay. it took u a while to get to sleep admittedly, knowing peter's seen u in ur underwear. but then again, it's really only fair since u've seen him mow the lawn outside in just his shorts. you've been trying to fall asleep for thirty minutes now and ur sure that thirty of those minutes were spent thinking about peter. then u realised, all ur thoughts are really about peter. before long, u found urself pushing ur hand down ur pants, trying to give urself a release. peter was the only thing on ur mind, images of his back muscles flexing and his chest heaving with sweat were flashing through ur mind.

u had to turn ur head towards the pillow, muffling ur moans and whimpers as u brought urself closer to ur release.

"peter.." u breathed out as u came on ur fingers, legs slightly trembling. unbeknownst to u, peter was in his bed, thinking about u. he hasn't been able to stop thinking about u since the first day he came back and saw u. he thinks ur so pretty, but he'd never admit it to u. he tosses and turns for a few moments before sleep hit him and he passes out for the night.

he wakes up the next morning, later than usual and stumbles into the kitchen. his eyes haven't fully adjusted to the light and so he doesn't see u standing there and bumps into u.

"oh.. shit, sorry.."

"hey, hey.. u ok?"

"yeah.. still half asleep."

u just smile, holding his arms as he rubs his face, trying to wake himself up. he yawned as well, turning away from u to go to the fridge.

"i'm uh.. i'm heading out, need to pick up a few things but i'll be back later.."

"ok.. look, i'm still really sorry about last night.."

"it's alright.."

u and him both know it wasn't. u could cut the tension in the air with a fucking spoon.

"i.. it's just.. i-i think.. i don't know.."

u'd never seen him be this awkward over anything. u stood next to him, looking up at him as his eyes averted ur gaze.

"i.. i think i like u.. no, fuck, no.. i know i do.."

"oh.. uhm.. oh.."

u grabbed his face and kissed him then, his hands immediately finding ur waist and pulling u into him. now he'd confessed his feelings to u, u felt it was only right u did the same. however, u left out the part about how u touched urself thinking of him. that was for another day. right now, u just wanted to focus on him and the way he was kissing ur neck.

"couldn't stop thinking about u last night.. wanted to kiss u then as well.."

"mmhm?"

"mmhm.. u looked so pretty.."

u blushed, feeling him tug on ur waist to lift u up and set u down on the kitchen counter. he stood between ur legs and continued to leave a trail of kisses down ur neck and collarbone area.

"u just.. u tell me at any point u don't want me to continue.. ok?"

"o-ok.."

he kissed u once again, one of his hands running up and down ur thigh while the other was planted on the counter beside u. then all of a sudden he pulled away from u, leaving u slightly breathless. u were blushing pink, ur lips slightly swollen from the kiss, little marks littered ur neck.

"i uhh.. won't keep u from ur errands.."

oh he was a fucking tease, the smirk on his face said it all.

"asshole."

he knew u didn't mean it, and he just laughed, pressing a kiss to ur cheek.

"i'll finish this when u get back.. but we can't let my grandpa find out.. think it'd give him a heart attack.."

"ok.. ok.. i will finish these errands in record time.."

u hopped off the counter, quickly kissing his cheek this time. he gently slapped ur ass as u walked away and winked when u turned back to him. u blushed even more as u quickly grabbed ur back and headed out.

u weren't lying when u said u finished ur errands in record time, coming back to peter sitting watching tv in the living room. u glanced around the room and noticed nobody else.

"he's having a nap.. we're good.."

u shrugged ur jacket off and moved immediately to sit on his lap, ur lips already on his while his hands were on the small of ur back. instinctively, u grinded down on him, rocking back and forth, feeling his hands grip ur waist even tighter.

"fuck.."

u reached down between u two to undo his jean zipper, attempting to push the item of clothing off him. he bucked his hips up and let his jeans pool around his knees. u were still in ur uniform so u had to step off him and take the bottom half off, and he was so enamoured with u as he watched u. his boxers came off next, and to no surprise, he was already hard. u wasted no time in sinking down onto him, feeling him fill u all the way up.

"oh.. oh.."

"u can take it baby, c'mon.."

"mmf.." u slumped down, wrapping ur arms around his neck and burying ur head in the crook of his shoulder. his hands were on ur waist again as he moved u around, rocking u back and forth as well as bouncing u every so often, making sure u felt everything inside u. he would whisper so much praise into ur ear, making sure to go slow with u, absolutely wrecking u into next week.

he finally let u come, feeling u tremble and shake against him as he pulled out just in time, his own release hitting his stomach. he sighed out, feeling u kiss his neck as u released urself from his shoulder.

"u ok?"

"y-yeah.. feel so good.."

"good.. let's get u showered up, yeah?"

"ok.."

u let him carry u to the shower, washing u up and rinsing u off. he kissed u softly once u were out and wrapped in a warm towel.

"oh and this is definitely not just a one time thing.. i really like u.."

"mmhm, i know.. i like u too.."

[amethystpath-writes]

Sugar-Tooth (Heinous Intent)

(NOT A PR0MPT)

You wanted a vampire. Read on.

“Go away. You are not welcome in my home. I am not afraid of you.” It came out in a fast string, every word falling haphazardly into the next.

Something that blended in so well in the darkness shouldn’t have been felt. At least, it shouldn't have given Hero such a gut-wrenching feeling, with shivers and all, with so little as a dark gaze. Yet Hero could feel the vampire’s breath on his neck, and he squeezed his eyes shut in bed.

“Oh, my dear." The vampire's sweet laughter filled the air, and Hero hated how violins played a delicate tune in his ear. A wave rode down his spine.

He could submit so easily, and the vampire had barely done a thing. She put no effort into what she was doing, but Hero knew if he were standing right now, he'd be swaying on his feet like tall grass in a summer breeze.

As if the vampire were reading his mind, a gentle wind fluttered across his cheeks. He gasped, and the vampire clearly delighted in it as she giggled again.

"You were right about not being afraid. You enjoy my company."

"How did you get in here?"

Another melody played; Hero was almost lulled into a fitful sleep. The music was beautiful, reminding him of his childhood, rocking gently on shimmery waters in boats with the engine cut off.

"Stop," Hero slurred. "Stop- what do you want?"

"Entertainment. Something fun.” A flurry of high notes rang in Hero’s ears again. “You are quite handsome, you know?"

Handsome. Hero smiled at that. It was a lazy smile- uncontrolled and entirely thoughtless. The word was just...nice. It flattered him, even if he had been sweating moments before.

"Say, love, those sheets look soft. You wouldn't mind if I took the other half of the bed, would you?"

If she wanted to lay down, Hero could make room. She smelled good, like roses and lavender, sandalwood and pine trees, vanilla and...god, she smelled like heaven.

"How sweet, darling."

It was now that Hero saw the vampire's face. "Beautiful," he murmured- at her lips, cheeks, neck...How awful would it be to kiss her? To kiss those sweet spots and see how reluctant vampire skin truly was? The legends said they self-healed near instantly, but Hero wanted to see if his lips couldn’t make a difference anyway.

"You don't get enough attention, do you, sweetheart?"

Hero shook his head. Truthfully, he had no idea what she was saying, but in the moment, he didn’t feel it mattered. She was warm to lay next to, but cool to the touch.

Without thinking, Hero had leaned towards the vampire, lips pursed. He didn't care which part of her his lips touched- as long as it was skin.

It was her cheek, at first.

Then her lips as she turned towards him.

Then her neck as she looked away, exposing herself to his soft lips. (She knew he wouldn't bite.)

When she began lifting the bottom hem of her shirt, Hero sighed half-dreamily, half-impatiently. His lips found the skin of the vampire's collar bone soon after, then her chest, her stomach... He hummed along the way, delighting at the coolness which touched his warm mouth.

What got him here, he wasn't sure, but he only found himself lifting his head and opening his eyes to see if he had marked the vampire and all her damage-absorbent skin.

Pleased with the red blotches on her skin, Hero rolled back onto his side of the bed.

"Content with your adventures?" the vampire asked.

Hero felt the shift on the mattress, felt her climbing over into his own territory. He smiled as her stomach pressed against his. He nodded.

"You won't mind if I have my fun now." She was a creature of the night- of course she wasn't asking. And of course Hero didn't mind in the slightest, not with that music in the air.

"What will you do?" he finally had the sense to ask. His voice was no longer lulled by the melody, even if his mind had been occupied by it all along.

Now, it was the vampire's turn to hum. "Whatever I want." Just as she had previously done to herself, she began lifting Hero's shirt. Though opposite of Hero, she started low with sloppy kisses. As she climbed, the kisses became more precise, more directed...Moreover, they became full of heinous intent.

Reaching Hero's neck, the vampire whispered in his ear, "Turn away."

For the second time that night, Hero felt true fear. Turning away meant exposing himself, making himself vulnerable. Then again, hadn't he been vulnerable all along? Hadn't vulnerability began when he quavered at the presence of the vampire alone? And even more so when his mind was laid to rest with her musical laughter? When he trailed kisses down her body like only a lover would?

“Turn. I will not be so kind if I have to say it again.”

Hero refused. "You'll kill me."

A flitter of music played, and Hero cursed under his breath while simultaneously praying he wouldn't fall subject again.

"Darling, I was always going to kill you. This"- she curled a finger beneath Hero's chin and lifted up- "was just to make that precious blood flow faster. I find it sweeter that way."

Swallowing, Hero could only squeeze his eyes shut. He was letting his brain sway himself into his grave, for it was all he could do.

Finally, the vampire whispered, in her coy and candied voice, "I was always told I have quite the sugar-tooth."

[valeriianz]

Let Me Down Easy | Dream x Hob | 21k | Mature | Complete

chapter 3 summary: hob and dream have a serious talk... and figure out how to best go forward

Hob guesses his gaze has gone wistful. It’s unfortunate how his face is an open book, always betraying how he really feels. It’s the only explanation for Morpheus reaching out suddenly and settling a hand on Hob’s knee.

It’s probably meant to be comforting, or grounding, but it feels like a branding iron and Hob immediately jumps back, scooting to put more space between them. His pulse is racing again and Hob curses himself.

“Don’t.”

Morpheus takes a slow breath, leaning forward slightly. “I can’t stand seeing you and not touching you.”

Hob hates how his chest constricts at Morpheus’ words. At the very mention of touching. At his forwardness.

How Hob feels the same damn way.

“Please don’t say that.”

“But it’s true.” Morpheus sets his own glass down and Hob doesn’t miss how he uses the movement to inch just a bit closer to him. “You want me to be honest? Transparent? Well this is it. I’ve missed you and it’s killing me.”

Ao3

[ur-fairy-of-mimicry]

How the Alfea College students (+ Red Fountain, Cloudtower) Give Hugs

Fandom(s): Winx Club

Character(s): Bloom, Stella, Flora, Musa, Tecna, Sky, Brandon, Riven, Timmy, Helia, Icy, Darcy, Stormy

Pairing(s): Alfea College students X Reader, Red Fountain students X Reader, Cloudtower students X Reader

Genre(s): Fluff

Writing Style: Drabbles

Summary: A drabble of how some of the people in the magic realm give hugs to you.

Warning(s): None

Requested by: None

Note: Hello again to you all! I have come up with new ideas and imagines for the characters! I am trying to do some drabbles now, this is my first drabble, actually! I hope I will do well with my writing, as well as the headcanons and imagines for each character. I must say, writing the Trix's parts were quite the challenge... Anyway, enjoy the read, dear readers!

Bloom

Whenever it comes to giving out hugs, Bloom will do it either gently or tightly. It depends on your preferences, but I can definitely see her hugging you in the most gentle way possible. She likes to wrap her arms around you to assure you that as the last princess of Domino, she will do anything to protect you from the world's harm. Her fingers will trace patterns on your back, her touch comforting and affectionate. The more time passes by, the closer she will hug you until you're entirely pressed against her. Bloom will hold you as her everything.

Stella

Stella's hugs are full of excitement and affection. She would love to run towards you with a huge grin on her face, jump into your arms and fall to the ground with laughter coming out of her lips. Her upbeat aura radiates as soon as you make physical contact, her touch warm as the bright sun. Stella would squeeze you tight, nuzzle your neck, and send shivers down your spine as her fingertips ghostly trace on your back. But if you really need the hug, Stella can be less enthusiastic, yet her loving arms still brings you reassurance and hope.

Flora

When Flora gives you hugs, they make you feel calm and satisfied. Her aura is gentle and sweet, so whenever you need her the most, Flora's embrace will remind you that everything will be okay. She would love play with your hair, twirling a lock with her fingers. And somehow, this simple gesture feels like your refuge. The longer you hug her, the calmer your body will become. Her affection is just like the effects of lavender—its scent subsiding every bit of anxiety within you. She wouldn't mind hugging you longer, because she wants you to always be happy.

Musa

With Musa, her hugs can vary like her taste in music. Some of them are upbeat if she's happy. Some are reassuring if she knows you need her. Some are melancholic if either of you are sad. Although she doesn't engage in physical contact for most of the time, that wouldn't mean she won't give hugs. Musa will hold you close in her arms as you slow dance in a private room, humming with the tune as she caresses you. It's her little way of showing affection. Just tell her what you want or need, Musa will do just that.

Tecna

Tecna is awkward with hugs. She's all about logic and numbers, so they aren't really her specialty. Even so, that doesn't mean she isn't willing to try physical contact. Her hugs in general are brief and your bodies wouldn't press against each other's. Yet she makes up for it by giving you side hugs, as she is more comfortable with it. However, when the time comes where you need her by your side, Tecna will give you a long hug. She doesn't say anything logical during these moments. She just holds you, her actions telling you that everything is okay.

Sky

It may or may not be surprising, but Sky isn't very good with these kind of problems. He isn't particularly close with his parents and he was trained not to show weakness of any sorts. However, as your lover, he will try to engage physical contact. Beginning from handholding in public to snuggling in bed, Sky is determined to try it all. Whenever you are down, the prince will attempt to offer a hug. His hugs are gentle yet firm, protecting you from the world in his arms. He sincerely vows to always be there when you need him most.

Brandon

Because of that headcanon that Brandon belongs in a large family, he is one of the people who gives out the best hugs. He firmly holds you in his arms, his face buried into your hair as his nostrils takes its scent. He can be enthusiastic or serene in hugging, depending in the situation. But if you need him, Brandon's hugs are just perfect. His hugs make you feel secured and loved, his gentle hands tenderly reassuring you that he's always there. He is a brother and a knight—a perfect combination. Nobody beats the embrace of a big brother.

Riven

It might not look like it, but Riven's hugs are one of the best. He isn't the type to initiate physical contact, but whenever he gives out hugs, they're always so warm. Riven doesn't say anything nor does something with his hands. He simply holds him like that, no words said. Riven is awkward at first—as said in my headcanons if the Specialists were your boyfriend—but he becomes comfortable eventually. Perhaps his hugs are great because he gives body heat or maybe his silence puts you at ease. In the end, he's highly thankful that you trusted him.

Timmy

    Out of everybody in this list, Timmy is the most awkward whenever it comes to hugs and affection. His hugs are just like Tecna's but doubled. He couldn't completely wrap his arms around your frame. Even with side hugs, his face turns beet red and his arm only hovers on your shoulders, never touching at all. But as soon as he turns comfortable, Timmy's hugs are gentle and brief. Despite the embrace not being long, Timmy's hands know how to calm you, similar to how they know how to fix items. Hugs aren't his specialty in comforting, but he tries.

Helia

    Helia is the opposite of Timmy. He is the most affectionate person out of everyone, always open to them despite the situation. This guy prefers to be bound to his lover, thus agreeable with any sorts of hugs you offer him. When Helia gives out an embrace, they are similar to Flora's ambience. The only difference is how they are described as. Helia's hugs are like the calm seas and the flowing winds, making you feel at ease. Whenever you're down, Helia will either hug you in silence or whisper sweet nothings into your ear. This man is your refuge.

Icy

    Expectedly, Icy's hugs are monopolizing like her cold personality. She holds you possessively like a predator keeping its prey. Her hugs in general will make you feel you belong to her and only her, yet there are occasions where Icy will be tender and loving. Her hands will hold unto your body to secure you, eyes scanning elsewhere to see if someone dared to take you away from her. But when her guard is down, Icy is calm and her fingers run through your hair, small giggles escaping her lips every now and then. Be sure to savor these moments.

Darcy

    A variety of hugs is what you'll receive from Darcy. They can either be gentle, possessive, easeful, affectionate, you name it. Despite wanting to bound her lover, Darcy wouldn't mind the hugs they offer (though she mildly dislikes clingy ones). Out of the Trix, Darcy is welcoming whenever it came to initiating physical contact. Her hugs will depend on her mood and situation. But in general, they can be brief yet tender. Whenever the gloomy days come, Darcy will envelop you in her arms as she whispers sweet nothings to your ear. She truly adores you in her own way.

Stormy

    Amidst the heavy and violent storms, Stormy's hugs are like its eye. She isn't really into physical contact to the extent that only handholding was allowed. However, the more you date, the more Stormy shows her true colors. She may be quite disastrous, yes. But if you are patient enough, you will experience was piece of heaven in your life. Her hugs are reassuring and warm, arms clasping around you firmly to secure you from everything else. She will attack whoever comes near both of you. But whenever privacy is achieved, her hugs are tranquil like a gentle rain shower.

[adhd-merlin]

Awake

Fill for @merlinmicrofic prompt 'Awake’, Morgana & Gwen, Gen, 100 words

When Morgana opens her eyes, there's darkness.

At her back, a cold wall. Water trickles down her manacled wrists. Something shifts against her thigh, whining pitifully.

Then stone grinds against stone, uncovering a crescent of night sky.

In the feeble moonlight, Morgana meets the gleaming eyes of a skeletal creature.

She screams.

“Morgana!" A familiar voice — a beloved voice. "It's a dream. Only a dream.”

Later, as she observes Gwen's sleeping face in the moonlight, Morgana savours the memory of Gwen saying her name — not “my lady”.

It brings her a peace she could never hope to find in slumber.

[hoffstrap-yuri]

You know I'm here for that Hoffstrahm content every day of my life.

Hand-holding // 46. secretly holding hands under the table

It was night and day. Something started in the secret of the dim lights of an abandoned meat packing building. The FBI agent sent to investigate the jigsaw murders and the local detective meant to assist after losing everyone in his department. Oh they hated each other with every fiber of their beings and yet Hoffman couldn’t help but look into the other man’s eyes as he lied and said he knew nothing more about the Jigsaw case than what the department had uncovered. Something about whispering tempting sweet nothings into the other mans ear as he slipped a cup of coffee next to him made the veteran detective harder than a car door. So when Strahm finally threw his hands up in the air and said, “Let’s go get dinner. It’s clear you don’t want to work on the case here”, Hoffman took him up on his offer.

And there they were in the Korean restaurant. Hoffman gingerly flipped through the laminated menu while Strahm maintained a firm grip on his. Trying to break the silence between the two of them Strahm started with a laugh, “You know I’ve never had Korean before.”

“Never?”

“Yeah.” He replied. His voice trailed slightly, hoping Hoffman would be so kind as to give him a recommendation… or at the very least help with how to pronounce the beef dish he was eyeing up. Hoffman did no such thing, until Strahm cleared his throat.

“You need something?” Hoffman asked, putting his menu down on the table. As the agent was about to start talking, their waitress and probably owner of the restaurant stopped by the table, dropping off a water pitcher and some small plates of vegetables in front of the two men. With a half-smile Hoffman said something in Korean to the woman, only for her to act all surprised. Strahm watched the interaction as the other man rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head. She walked away before he asked, “What did she say to you?”

“I just said ‘thanks’, and she complimented me on my Korean. Obviously I had to decline and say I wasn’t that good, yet.” He hummed

“It sounded pretty impressive to me.” Strahm shrugged, leaning forward in his seat. He crossed his leg under the table. The tip of his shoe brushed along Hoffman’s shin under the table and pulled his seat back so as to prevent that from happening again. The detective moved his chair closer to the table, leaving them at about the same distance they’d begun with. Strahm sighed softly as he realized this was another battle he wasn’t going to win. “What are you getting?”

“The spicy pork.”

“Okay. Is the beef…”

“The bulgogi?”

“Yeah, that. Is that any good?”

“Yeah. You’d like it.” He nodded. Strahm tore open his chopsticks and took a cucumber slice off from the tiny plate and ate it

“Huh.”

“What?”

“Wasn’t expecting it to taste like that.”

“What did you think it was going to taste like?” Hoffman raised an eyebrow

“I don’t know.”

“Here.” Hoffman unsheathed his chopsticks and picked up a piece of bright orange something and brought it up to Strahm’s lips. Strahm carefully opened his mouth and let Hoffman fed him. He enjoyed the crunch and acidity of whatever it was that Hoffman gave him. “Kimchi.”

“It’s nice.” Strahm picked up another piece for himself when the waitress returned. She pulled out a notepad and asked each of the men what they wanted. Strahm managed to order the bulgogi without making an ass out of himself before handing the menu back to her. Strahm watched Hoffman’s lips as they formed the words ‘spicy pork’ in Korean, letting the lump in his throat slide down as his gaze matched Hoffman’s. The detective’s eyes darted down at the edge of the table before doing something impulsive and reaching out for Strahm’s hand under the table. Strahm’s fingers connect with the other man’s and his face turns a bright red.

“This is so wrong…” Strahm muttered under his breath, but not breaking the contact. Hoffman seemed almost satisfied with himself as he picked up another piece of kimchi and fed it to Strahm, given that Strahm’s hand was occupied. After what could have been no more than two minutes of holding, Strahm asked, “How long is this food going to take?”

“It should be out soon. Until then, relax.” Hoffman replied in a tone that sounded more like a command. Strahm had shivers crawling down his spine and he wanted to jerk away. Wanted to smooth down the hairs on the back of his neck that were creeping up, but more than anything he didn’t want to lose his connection to Mark. She brought the food to the table and let the two men eat in peace. Strahm begrudgingly pulled away from Mark. Hoffman pushed a piece of his pork onto Strahm’s plate and Strahm offered a piece of beef back. Both were good, though Strahm would definitely have preferred Hoffman’s meal. After their plates were cleared, the owner handed the bill to Hoffman. Strahm started a fight over it,

“I’ve got it.” He reached for the envelope, “Least I can do for you letting Lindsey and I take up space at the precinct.”

“This is my precinct, my restaurant, and you’re my guest.” Hoffman’s hand slipped under Strahm’s, mirroring their grasp from under the table. “I’d be rude of me to make you pay.”

“Just shut up and let me pay.” Strahm’s words were punctuated with each short breath as he tried nudging the bill closer to him. Hoffman was persistent and eventually Strahm yielded to his junior. They paid without hassle after that and walked out to Hoffman’s car in the alleyway behind the restaurant. “Thanks for that. It’s been a while since I’ve had real good food like that.”

“You’re welcome.” Hoffman replied softly. His hand silently reached out for Strahm’s before tucking their joined hands inside the pocket of his coat. Strahm absolutely hated the lining of Hoffman’s coat but he kept his mouth shut for the time being. Just as he was about to mouth off, Hoffman planted his lips onto the FBI agent’s. It was hesitant at first as he waited to see whether Strahm would take the bait. When Strahm started applying pressure back the kisses turned less hesitant and more passionate. Strahm broke his hand free from Hoffman’s grasp and used both his hands to cup the detective’s face between his palms. As they pulled away from each other, Strahm let his thumb run over Hoffman’s cheek and looked into his eyes. Everything they were doing right now was a mistake and they both knew it, but it was like a car crash. Neither of them wanted to be the one to call it quits before the inevitable catastrophe.

[whumblr]

Me: This week I will finish Drabble X!

My brain: yes, yes, good, but consider...

[missjoolee]

It’s early when Luke poofs into Julie’s room. He can hear her voice in his head saying “boundries!” clear as day, but he can’t help but want to be near. Last night they thought they would crossover, or jolted out of existence, but instead they’d remained. They’d hugged Julie and it was amazing. But he had had the chance to hold her face in his hands, thumbs caressing her cheeks, and the memory of her soft skin beneath his fingers, of her own hands gently holding his face, ran on repeat all night after she went inside to bed.

The sun was just barely beginning to light the room. He could hear Julie’s soft breathing as he took a few steps around the side of the bed. She was still asleep, laying on her stomach with one arm tucked close and the other resting above her head on the pillow. Her face was obscured by wild curls going every which way and Luke’s hands are itching to move them. To brush them away from her forehead and tuck them behind her ear. To gently sweep his fingers along her jaw as he brings his hand back.

He freezes, suddenly worried that the night before was a fluke and he will phase through her like before. So it’s with a mix of trepidation and anticipation that he reaches out, hand slightly shaking, to act out his thoughts and desires from moments before. Better to figure this out now when he doesn’t have to see the disappointment on Julie’s face.

It takes a second to register the soft feeling of her hair against his finger tips, but once it does, he has zero hesitation to continue the move and brush it away from her face. She looks beautiful and he can’t resist the urge to press a soft kiss against her forehead. As he leans back, her brown eyes are watching him. Again, he remembers he should have waited to come in here and he pulls his hands back from her. But the hand she’d had tucked near her chin catches his before it gets too far and he can see her brain starting to shed the layers of sleep as she wakes up. A small crease appears in her brow.

“Is everything okay?” Her fingers squeeze his lightly but the pressure builds the faster she wakes up. Crap. He didn’t mean to worry her.

“Yeah. I was looking for the kitchen,” he smiles down at her, squeezing her hand back. “Took a detour.”

She relaxes back into the bed with his words and readjusts her grip on him, now tugging at his arm to bring him closer. “If you stay with me, I’ll help you find it after my alarm goes off.”

Unable to resist her, he lays down on the bed. Their hands still hold the other between them. “Of course, Julie. I’ll stay as long as you like.”