#but i am EXTRA soft during autumn.

[selccuth]

It's starting to feel like autumn again 🍂☕

[bamfkeeper]

Winter Coat.

RQ: 'Saw your requests were open and I've gone through like 99% of your works so I just HAD to toss in a request (which, absolutely take your time on btw, I completely understand the burnout that can happen at the drop of a dime). I'm so impatient when it comes to weather and seasons that I desperately need it to be chilly autumn already. I'm sure you seen it but that one post about Kurt getting fluffier during autumn/winter got my gears turning. What do you think his reaction would be to a GN reader warming their hands in his fur? (Bonus prompt if reader can somehow get past all that lovely fur and touch his skin with freezing fingers ∩ω∩)' - @casualeylee

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x GN!reader // Warnings: Slightly suggestive themes

A/N: I love the idea of him growing longer fur so I enjoyed this a lot. Quick little drabble for the upcoming cool months! I have a few requests for his fur, which was sweet to see, I adore him fuzzy. I hope you enjoy <3 WC: 1.3k

"Mein Gott, your hands are freezing, liebling," Kurt remarked with concern, his gaze settling on your hand as it awkwardly intertwined with his own. You sighed contentedly, leaning closer to him for warmth as the two of you strolled leisurely around the dying garden of the mansion. The once vibrant blooms were now succumbing to the colder weather, which was taking its toll on the plants. Yet, despite the garden's current state, you found yourself looking forward to the cold months ahead and the festive holidays they would bring.

"I know, I'm sorry," you admitted sheepishly, glancing up at him with a hint of regret. "I should've worn the mittens you told me to put on before we left..." You pouted slightly, chastising yourself for being so stubborn earlier. Kurt chuckled softly at your demeanor, his little smirk spreading warmth through you and making you shiver, though not from the cold. His amusement was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile back.

Kurt's tail gently ran under your shirt and wrapped around your waist, holding you even closer as you walked together through the chilly evening air. You couldn't help but notice how his tail felt slightly more fuzzy than usual, prompting your free hand to naturally reach out and stroke the soft fur. "Are you getting fuzzier?" you questioned with curiosity, suddenly eying his face and observing that his jaw seemed to have longer fur too, as if preparing for the colder months ahead.

"Ja, I get a thicker coat when it gets cold...you complain about my fuzz now, just wait until I have a full-on winter coat and I am shedding all over your favorite sweaters!" he laughed softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement at the thought of you dealing with a living room filled with his fur. The idea of him shedding more fur made you smile, envisioning the playful challenge it might bring. Even if it meant a bit of extra cleaning during the winter season.

"Your hand still feels cold, liebe," Kurt observed with concern, his eyes filled with the usual warmth as he looked down at you. Gently, he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "I think our walk is done...you are going to freeze out here if we stay any longer," he stated with a hint of urgency in his voice. Not wanting you to endure the cold any further, he effortlessly teleported you both inside the expansive mansion, determined to stop your shivering.

Now, you found yourself comfortably seated on the plush couch in your shared bedroom. The luxurious room was spacious, adorned with elegant furnishings, and boasted a charming small fireplace that crackled softly. Only the older X-Men were privileged enough to have a room this nice, making you feel incredibly lucky, especially when you were currently shaking off the cold. As you sat in front of the gently flickering fire, its warmth slowly seeping into your chilled bones, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of happiness.

Kurt teleported back into the room with a soft purple haze enveloping him, his tail flicked away any remaining cloud as he walked over to you. He gently sat down beside you on the couch, causing the blanket that was draped around your shoulders to slip slightly as he made himself comfortable. He placed a steaming cup of hot chocolate on the small table beside the couch, its warmth and aroma inviting. “I made it just how you like.” Kurt noted and left it to cool off for a minute. You gave him a soft smile at the gesture, he always knew what to do to make you feel loved. He always went above what he needed to do, and that was one of the things you loved about him.

Kurt leaned back and went to wrap his arm around you, intending on pulling you closer to him to offer extra warmth to you before he paused. "Oh," he remarked thoughtfully, humming to himself and leaning back a bit to look at you, "Skin on fur might help..." With a slight shuffle, he began to remove his top, revealing his abdomen and chest. As he did so, you noticed that his skin had also grown more fuzzy.

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of curiosity and admiration as you couldn't help yourself from eying his chest and abdomen. He stood before you, his attractive physique lean and toned, each muscle defined under the light from the fireplace. The fur that covered his body looked incredibly soft, inviting, you needed to have your hands on him. It was impossible to ignore the magnetic pull you felt towards his body at that moment. “Ah…you are growing a lot more already,” you rasped, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with an undertone of need. With a sense of awe and hesitancy, you reached out, your fingers trembling slightly as they made contact with his warm skin. Slowly, you let your hand trail up, starting from his belly button and moving upwards to his chest.

You swallowed nervously, feeling the firm and defined muscles beneath his soft fur, and as you did, you began to have some difficulty controlling your thoughts, which started to wander in unexpected directions. Kurt laid his hand gently over yours as you felt the warmth of his chest, his intense yellow eyes fixed on you with a playful grin. “Naughty…I know what you’re thinking. You always get this look in your eye…sinner,” he said with a teasing tone, his voice low and playful. His words and the cheeky way he spoke made your face heat up even more, feeling more flustered since you were practically feeling him up.

"Shut up...your fur is really warm on my hands...that's all." You muttered embarrassingly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, your hands continuing to slowly rub his chest and feel the fur there. It was so incredibly soft, the longer bits curled around your skin, inviting your nosy fingertips to dig even farther into his fur, seeking more warmth and comfort in every stroke.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked with a slight smirk, sitting still as you explored him with that stupid grin, allowing you to continue your gentle exploration. He opened his mouth for another teasing comment, but his breath hitched quickly as your freezing fingers unexpectedly found their way to his skin. "Ach...- Liebling..." he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and endearment.

"What? Did I find something?" you asked with a mischievous grin, your turn to be cheeky now. You intentionally let your fingers wander over his skin, which was so incredibly, so wonderfully warm. With a playful determination, you weaseled your hands against his skin, feeling the contrast of your cool touch against his heat. Snuggling even closer to him, you couldn't help but smile as Kurt laughed and squirmed a little from the unexpected cold sensation of your fingers dancing across his body.

"The things I let you do to me..." he huffed, though there was a fondness in his voice, as he held you even closer to him. His arms and tail wrapped securely around your body, pulling you into a protective and affectionate embrace. While he often teases you relentlessly, it's always in good fun, because at the end of the day, he truly loves you. He is more than willing to suffer through the icy touch of your fingertips against his warm, sensitive, ticklish skin, as long as it brings a smile to your face and you enjoy every moment of it.

"Ach! Liebe!" he exclaimed, jerking up slightly in surprise as you playfully moved your fingertips to the sensitive sides of his ribcage. His reaction was both amusing and endearing, and you couldn't help but giggle at how it caught him off guard.

He looked down with a soft, affectionate smile, acknowledging your mischievousness with a twinkle in his eyes. "Cheeky thing..."

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover image: Nick Robles art credit, other images Pinterest.

[cheriladycl01]

Surrounded by Ice - Kimi Raikkonen x FigureSkater! Reader

Plot: The Iceman just surrounds himself with Ice in every aspect of his life

A/N: Just a short little Kimi drabble, more exciting stuff coming soon, just been swamped with Uni!

Credit to summerblueringo for the GIF

"How does it feel to bring home a gold medal for your country, again?" the interviewer asks and a big grin appears on your face.

"I mean, i love the sport and I've worked hard to get where I am. I think this year there were many other contestants who also deserved gold and everyone who took part today were amazing!" you keep smiling, it had been a really amazing set for you today. You'd even broke some records while here.

"And now what is your plan?" they ask holding the mic closer to you.

"Well my husband is waiting for me, just over there. So i think he wants to give me his congratulations" you say pointing out our stoic looking husband who was waiting in the background, keeping to himself watching the world go past.

"Ah yes, Kimi Raikkonen! The Ice Man, who arguably married Queen of the Ice" he jokes making you laugh a little. You had heard similar jokes many times since you'd married Kimi.

"Yes, obviously being here in South Korea for the Winter Olympics has been amazing, and I'll be sure to train hard for 2022 but now I'm needed to go support my lovely lovely husband in his fast cars" you exclaim, knowing that the Australian Grand Prix was round the corner.

"Ah yes, it's looking like a good season for Ferrari! And we can tell from your outfit today they already have your support"

"My support is for whatever team my husband is in, so Ferrari have had my support since Kimi has raced with them!"

You left the interview thanking your team before finding Kimi waiting for you quietly.

"Home?" you ask and he nods silently grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the arena.

"You were fantastic today!" he smiles, holding you and pulling you into a kiss.

"Yeah? You liked the new twist i did?" you ask, your routine today being one of the hardest you'd ever done. You mascara had infact started to run, from the sweat building on your forehead throughout the day.

"I like everything you do"

You guys both went back to the hotel, packing up all of your gear that had been here for the past month you'd stayed in Korea for. Once you were sure you hadn't left anything behind you made your way to the airport.

Kimi now only had a month until Australia, his personal trainer had come with you to Korea to help him train while he was out there supporting you.

Now, you'd train while you were travelling with Kimi. Finding ice while on the road with him was always difficult, but finding places to just work out and keep your fitness up was never hard as you'd train alongside Kimi. It was one of the ways to spend extra time with him during the season when he was most busy.

In the free month before Australia you started your research on where you could go in Melbourne to skate, you found somewhere that Kimi was happy with you going too as it wasn't too far from the hotel you'd be staying in or the race track for if anything went wrong.

"Will you watch me on the Sunday though?" he'd asked you as you were both lying in bed the night before you were due to fly to Australia.

"When have I ever not?" you ask, turning over in bed to look at him.

"Hmmm, I can for sure think of one time..." he smirks looking over you.

"If your talking about China, almost 10 years ago that doesn't even count!" you laugh, poking his cheek a little.

Your husband never failed to amaze you, his striking blue eyes and his soft blonde hair was what initially drew you in. But it was your first interaction with him that made you fall for him fully.

It was the Autumn of 2008 and you were 22 and you had just won your second Gold Medal in China, you'd stayed there for the months after the games as they left the Beijing Olympic Park open and it seemed like a good place to stay and to train.

You managed to get tickets to other sporting events in the months you stayed there such as Snow Boarding, Golf but the best one was when the Chinese Grand Prix came about.

You were active on the socials you had back then, and so it wasn't hard for Sauber BMW to reach out to you and give you a guest pass.

You'd been walking round the paddock, just investigating when you'd bumped right into the Finnish Ferrari driver. He had just stared at you while holding a tight grip on your wrist so you didn't fall over.

You remember him asking if you were okay, and some other questions that you hadn't heard fully as your brain had gone foggy at the sound of his soft, yet deep voice.

It was a little embarrassing, when he'd tried to speak Finnish to you, and then decided on English, but with no reply he was left stumped and awkwardly standing there.

He'd soon left after that but you were on each other's minds for the whole day. You tried to keep up conversations with the BMW drivers Robert and Nick but your mind kept drifting the the Finnish Driver for Ferrari.

He found you after the race, and just stared at you for a while before you made the first move speaking to him. And the rest was history.

You spent the next 5 years together as partners, it was convenient for someone like Kimi who raced all through the year apart from summer and winter to end up with someone in a sport who only competed for a month in the summer and winter. It meant that they also still got a break with each other.

After 5 years, Kimi let the big question unload and now you'd been married for 5 years.

"Of course, my love! You know that!" you smile, pulling him closer to you. You tuck yourself into his surprisingly warm embrace, considering his nickname was 'Iceman' he was the warmest person you'd ever had the privilege of meeting.

"I was thinking ..." he breathes, his voice a little higher and whiny than normal.

"Mmmmm, you don't do that often?" you tease, a hand running up and down his back.

"Well, I'm the ice man, your the Ice Queen... i was thinking maybe it's time we have an Ice Baby?" he whispers in the softest most unsure tone you'd ever heard.

"You think now's a good time?" you ask, and thinking about it... it was. You yourself had two years before the next Olympics in 2020, and Kimi was at a point in his career where he could leave and live comfortably if he needed and wanted to.

"I haven't told you this, but they want the Sauber kid in my spot. I'll be going to Alpha Romeo next year. I feel like I've done what i can and I've had my time in the sport... and we aren't getting any younger. Especially me..." he jokes, being 44 now.

"Mmmmmm I think now is the perfect time" you smile.

Flash forward to the Austin Grand Prix and you were 6 months pregnant. You'd already announced it and so many people were excited for you and Kimi, through the season he had loads of interviews. All against his will of course but people saw a different side to him when he talked about you and the soon to be baby.

It was a great race for Kimi in Austin, he pulled through with his first win of the season, valuable points that helped contribute towards his position in the drivers standings.

"So Kimi, first win of the season today! How are you feeling?" an interviewer asks, he was sat in a panel with some of the other drivers in a debrief.

"It was good to get a win, this season has been tough. We've had an interesting year with veteran drivers like myself, Seb, Fernando and Lewis being pushed by newer or younger drivers who are proving to be good competition like Charles, Max and Pierre" he answers.

"There have been rumors that you wont be here with us next season?" he pushes and Kimi roles his eyes.

"If I'm not it's not an issue... racing is my hobby that i get paid to do. I'll leave when i want to" he admits without letting anything slip that Ferrari wouldn't want to come public knowledge.

"Lets move on to you Lewis..."

And for the rest of the interview all he could think of was coming back to you.

Once your daughter was born in January before the start of the 2019 season and Kimi moving to Alfa Romeo everyone on the grid wanted to meet her. So of course, you were obligated to come to Australia for pre-season testing. Your 3 month old being so intrigued at the busy rush of everything around her.

She was a fan and driver fav around. Everyone had a picture with her and introduced themselves as her uncle and that they would look after her. People like Lewis, Seb and Charles all came with little gifts for her, Seb even had someone make her a custom team Ferrari top so she could fit in with her father and her Uncle Sebastian.

"Today was amazing!" you sighed as you leaned into your husband who currently held your daughter against his bare chest.

"Mmmm, I think you should both take a break though, at least until Summer break and join me afterwards" he smiles, knowing that the heavy time change from Monaco to Australia wasn't good for your or the baby.

"Well, I may as well come to Bahrain with you... its on the way back. But I will leave after that" you smile, pulling him in for a kiss.

"I love you, thank you for giving me this life" he smiles looking between you and his daughter.

"I wouldn't have it any of way" you grin.

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[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

hello! can I ask if you have any head canons for Peeta getting to do normal, typical teenage boy things once he returns to 12 after the war? things he didn’t really get to do while he was fearing and fighting for his life? Like annoying and irritating Haymitch, finding cool looking rocks and junk to excitedly bring home to show Katniss, and other similar dumb but adorably endearing things? Also maybe some HSc of Everlark just generally getting to be free and fun teenagers together post-war? 🥹❤️

Oh ho ho, Anon. You have come to the right place. *cracks knuckles* Currently raising two teenage boys, so I am ready for this ask like you would not believe. Some of these are pure fluff and some of them have a little more spice to them (which are NOT inspired by my boys lmao).

Corny jokes. Like all the damn time. His goal becomes to make Katniss roll her eyes or groan. He comes up with an elaborate point system. A "Joke Score" as a play on a training score. Getting a soft, inanimate object such as a napkin or a pillow thrown at him in combination with a verbal response earns him a perfect 12 for that joke. Examples! When they are going through everything in their Victor's Village house(s), deciding what goes and what stays, Katniss starts labeling everything with pinned/taped on notes. They say things like Donate or Give to Delly or BURN/TAKE AN AXE TO in the case of the giant desk that Snow once sat behind. And one day, Katniss goes to ask Peeta a question, and when he turns around, he's got one of the notes, in her handwriting, that says Keep taped to his forehead.

He gets perverse joy out of tickling Katniss until she can't breathe and/or is about to pee her pants.

He helps Haymitch give the geese absolutely ridiculous names

Katniss is the one who brings him pretty things from the woods. A blossom, a freshly fallen autumn leaf (look at the colors! this one's almost your favorite color), a neat looking rock. He keeps them on the kitchen table for a day or two before returning them to nature.

The cloud game, where they lay in the meadow and give names to the shapes of clouds, the more ridiculous the better, which Peeta usually wins (an alligator swallowing a garbage truck... no it is, look!)

"IT WAS A FISH I SWEAR!" in the lake... It was not a fish swimming up her shirt Peeta, you naughty boy. That was your hand.

Sitting upside down on the sofa to watch Plutarch's ridiculous new show that he won't shut up about so they watch it once. "Why are you sitting like that?" "Just getting the proper perspective."

Everything is a competition. Like... everything. Who can hold their breath longer (Katniss), who can toss their clothes across the room into the laundry hamper during sexy times and actually make it into the hamper (Peeta, which Katniss is MAD about btw and totally starts cheating by um... kissing or grabbing sensitive areas), who can kiss better (a tie but we need to try again to be sure), who can toast their bread faster in the fire (Katniss, but now it's burned, can I have yours, Peeta? *pouty face* only if you marry me, Katniss. Psssh we're literally already married, you goob), who can shovel snow off the walkway faster (Peeta but he does a sloppy job of it and Katniss makes him do his half of the walkway again and no it is totally not so she can check out his ass (narrator voice: it was totally so she could check out his ass)), who can eat the most *insert food item here* (Katniss, every time), who can make the most ridiculous silly faces (tie again unless there's alcohol involved and then it's Katniss), who can wash the dishes faster (...undecided, Katniss thinks Peeta is cheating by putting extra dishes in the sink or moving ones she's already washed back into the dirty pile. Once, when she accused him of cheating, he grabbed a dirty plate and licked it like he did in the cave scene. "All clean! See! I helped!")

Pillow fights, food fights, water fights, snowball fights, paint slinging fights... pretty much ALL instigated by Peeta, many of them because...

Whenever Peeta tries to teach Katniss how to bake something new and she gets frustrated, his go to method of getting her out of her head and to relax is to smear frosting/batter/dough/flour/whatever is closest on her face.

Singing very loud and off key in the shower to get Katniss out of bed when it's not really a bad day, but not a great day either.

Dunking food in milk. Like all of it, to try it out. Dropping candy into different beverages to see how it changes the flavor. "I'm experimenting for the bakery, Katniss!"

Dramatically flopping on the bed when he's had a long day and whining that he's not moving until Katniss *insert whatever kind of affection and or bribe he wants to glean out of her such as kisses, cuddles, foot rub (ew Peeta, I've smelled your dirty socks and that's not happening -- what if I wash my foot first? or here *presents her with his prosthetic foot* rub this one! but you might have to put some oomph in it before I can feel it)*.

So many one leg/amputee jokes

Pretending to be asleep when he's definitely not and Katniss is clearly horny... just to see how far she'll go.

Both anti-depressants and depression call kill sex drive, but when they're in the mood... they're not seen for at least a day and a half so Peeta has to work up a discreet signal to let Haymitch know not to come a knockin' because the first time it he didn't know, Katniss screamed bloody murder and Haymitch dropped a bottle of "perfectly good wine what is wrong with you two? Is that the chair I sit in for dinner?!?!?" It was not, but Katniss was mortified. And other smutty shenanigans happen on occasion, despite how carefully both Katniss and Peeta guard their privacy and intimacy.

"Hey Katniss, remember when I called you 'pure?' ... I take it back." *pillow to the face*

"Hey, Katniss, watch this..." *does something ridiculous like getting a ball of dough to stick to the ceiling.*

"Hey Katniss, remember when you broke your butt and I had to carry you around?" "I bruised my tailbone, Peeta.. And you had to carry me because I twisted my ankle too." *said with great exasperation right before he hoists her off the ground and carries her somewhere because he can. The shorter and more ridiculous the distance, the better. "We have to move the laundry!" *carries her to the fancy new machines Effie sent them as a toasting gift.* She tries not to laugh or snuggle in close. She fails.

Tucking silly notes everywhere. In her game bag, under her pillow, on her plate at the table, on the window sill where she likes to sit and read/watch the rain, in her shirt when he's feeling extra naughty.

*with the most serious expression ever* "Real or not real, Katniss... this cheese is the stinkiest cheese that ever cheesed?" *shoves some seriously stinky cheese under her nose before she can react* "UGH! GROSS, PEETA!"

Over the top dramatics when he asks her to dance. Only every now and then, though because Katniss also loves to slow dance with him and act stupidly romantic with him, but you didn't hear that from me.

Ice cream for dinner

Blanket forts

Raspberries. You know, when you put your mouth on someone's bare skin and blow out air really hard and it makes a sound like someone is farting? Yeah, those.

"You sleep with the windows open! Of course I'm going to hog the blankets!" Katniss shouts. Peeta solves this by laying on top of her and saying "I'm a blanket!" until she's laughing and agrees to share the actual blankets.

Smearing literal cinnamon and dill all over his body after she confesses that she liked that smell on him.

Attempting to build a catapult to launch cheese buns from the kitchen to where Katniss is sitting on the couch when she's pregnant. Okay, let's be real. It happens BEFORE she gets pregnant with toastbaby the first, but he perfects it during that first pregnancy.

Peeta can't shoot an arrow, but they start making a list of everything he's hit that he WASN'T aiming for... the ground, that patch of violets, the tree next to the tree you were aiming for, the stream, that giant rock, that thankfully unoccupied bird's nest ("thankfully? I would've called it a good shot if you'd hit something we could eat," Katniss says).

"I'm a fluffy bunny." If you don't know what that means, I cannot help you.

"Real or not real, you are the most beautiful woman in the entire world." "No more cough syrup, Peeta--" *LOUD BUZZER NOISE* "WRONG! The correct answer is REAL, Katniss."

“Who ate the last *insert food item here*?!?!” Peeta from the other room around a full mouth “Not me!”

And if you think any of this stops when they have kids, oh boy are you wrong. The kids just get to get in on the fun (of the not spicy variety, of course.)

[carlsdarling]

How to save a cat Part V

Carl and Y/N have serious problems now... Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: angst

You lovingly gazed at Carl, who was lying relaxed next to you with his eye closed. A smile formed around his lips as you kissed him on the forehead, and he squeezed your hand. During the last weeks it had become cooler, autumn announced its coming, and the temperature in the hall of "Joyland" had dropped noticeably.

As often as possible, which was usually two days a week, you and Carl now came here to be undisturbed, to sleep with each other, and then just to lie together and celebrate your closeness and your love for one another.

You lazily turned over on your back and looked up at the ceiling. Somewhere up there on the steel beams, birds were nesting; you could hear their soft chirping.

Your father's attention had waned by now, probably assuming that you had listened to him and broken off contact with Carl. In Alexandria, you avoided each other as much as possible and exchanged only as many words as were absolutely necessary in order not to arouse suspicion.

You both successfully avoided the fact that your relationship was ill-fated. It was clear that Carl and you would never have a future together in Alexandria, under your father's eyes; your father was in the process of expanding his dominant position. He acted so unsympathetically and ruthlessly that both Jesus and Rachel, the leaders of Hilltop and Oceanside, had distanced themselves from Alexandria and reduced mutual trade. Only Negan was fairly unimpressed by your father's behavior.

It was obvious to you that the current situation could not stay like this, Carl and you were enjoying your relationship only two afternoons a week, and this had been going on for quite a while now and the bond between the two of you had become stronger and tighter; it was not just a fling, it was so much more and you could not and would not imagine a life without Carl by your side. But you didn't like to think about it, because there seemed to be no solution. So you lived the moment as best you could.

"We have to get back to Alexandria," Carl said, yawning as he sat up to kiss you, then you got dressed, Carl put his bandage back on, you gathered the trash, fixed up the makeshift bed for your next stay, and you left.

                                                           ***

But just a few days later, you realized that you probably had a problem. At first, you had assumed that your period was simply late, after all, you and Carl had used protection every time. But when you were two weeks overdue, nausea set in, and your breasts began to become taut, you panicked. It couldn't, no it couldn't, be that you were pregnant.

You shared your worries with Carl the next time you visited your place of love. "Are you sure?" he questioned anxiously, rubbing his chin. "We've been so careful, haven't we?" Of course, Michonne had inculcated him to be extra mindful, and also pointed out to him that no contraception method was infallible, but Carl never imagined that you would actually have such bad luck.

"I don't have a test, so I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I'm afraid I really am pregnant," you said glumly. You couldn't explain how exactly it had happened - maybe one of the condoms had ruptured unnoticed, or it had slipped off a bit when Carl had pulled out of you, or maybe he'd had some sperm on his fingers when he touched your pussy; especially if you made several rounds. In the end, the details didn't matter; it had happened. You sought out a pharmacy nearby, but it had already been extensively looted, so there were no more pregnancy tests.

Another two weeks passed without your period, but the pregnancy symptoms increased noticeably. "Okay, I think we can be sure now," Carl summed up helplessly, and you began to cry in despair. That was the end. The end of you and Carl, the end of all. Carl wrapped you in his arms. "Don't cry, please. Don't cry, darling. I'll take care of you. We'll find a way out of this," Carl promised.

"But which one?" you sobbed, "There isn't one! I'll soon start to show, my dad will kill me, and then you!"

Carl mused. "We must escape, before anyone notices," he then decided. "We have to leave Alexandria secretly, and find shelter somewhere else."

"How do you think you're going to do that, Carl?" you asked incredulously.

"During the next few days, take some of your belongings to the hayloft of the horse barn. Just enough so your parents won't notice. The bare necessities. I'll pack it into my car little by little. And in a couple of days we'll be on our way at dawn. We'll drive to Hilltop and ask to be taken in. We can't avoid relocating in the long run anyway if we want to live together; after all, your father would never accept it," Carl summed up the problem.

"Jesus is scared of my dad, what if he doesn't have the guts to take us in?" you gloomily pointed out. "My dad would take that as a declaration of war. Winter is coming, we can't live on the roads, even more so now that I'm with child!“

"Then we'll try Oceanside," Carl didn't give up. Well Rachel and her people weren't exactly known for liking to take risks either. "And if Rachel won't help us too, well, there's still the Sanctuary," he said hesitantly.

Your eyes widened. "Seriously? You want to live in Negan's community?"

Carl hugged you tightly and held you as you were shaking with tension. Your muscles felt sore. "I'm willing to live anywhere and under any conditions, as long as I can just be with you, Y/N," he told you softly. "And Negan may be a sociopathic asshole, but he certainly won't be daunted by your father. Besides, he has a soft spot for me for whatever reason. If I ask him to take us both in, he won't refuse me. It's not my dream to become one of Negan's people, but if that's the only way we can live together, then I'll gladly pay that price. I just want to keep you and our baby safe."

For days you were preparing your escape, and finally it was time. Carl's car was stowed with all the necessary things, and you planned the last details. "Tomorrow morning, before sunrise, we'll leave," Carl decided. You had met behind the church, and he kept glancing around nervously. "They probably won't notice we're missing until about afternoon, so way too late."

"Okay. You head out through the gate, and I'll climb over the fence and walk to the road," you reasoned, even though you didn't know how you were going to transport the box with Garfield in it over the fence. You would probably have to use a rope.

"No. There's no way you're going to climb in your condition," Carl said firmly. That was also the reason you hadn't gone to Joyland in some time. "Meet me at the garages, and you hide in the trunk," he determined. "No one will check my car. They'll just let me through at the gate; I'll say I'm going to find some medicine, we have a shortage as you know."

That evening, you arranged the clothes you were going to wear and hid Garfield's transport box in your closet. Leaving the cat behind was out of the question, so you made sure Garfield stayed in your room. You would have to sneak out of the house quietly, with Garfield and your backpack. And thus you would leave nothing and no one behind that or who meant something to you.

But unfortunately everything turned out differently. Suddenly, as you were about to go to bed, having just brushed your teeth, your father stood in the doorway; his silhouette filled the doorframe threateningly. "What's wrong, Dad?" you asked in a squeaky voice, your heart pounding.

He came closer, towering in front of you. "Your mother empties the trash cans in the bathrooms," he said in a casual tone, but you could hear the suppressed anger in it. "She told me you hadn't bled in quite a while now. There were no pads, no tampons in your trash can."

Your mind raced. "I only use tampons now, and I threw them all in the toilet. Sorry, Dad, I know that can clog the pipe. It won't happen again." Your heart was hammering more and more wildly, your mouth dry with fear.

He eyed you with suspicion. "Then I'm sure you won't mind taking a pregnancy test." He held one out to you. You sucked in a sharp breath. Your mother had appeared and was avoiding your gaze.

"All right," you agreed, and headed for the bathroom. You hoped that if you soaked it in water, the test would be negative. Or at least it would be invalid, and then your father wouldn't know if you were pregnant or not.

"I have several of these tests," he said then. "And your mom is going to accompany you to the bathroom, Y/N. Just to be safe." Your father's voice was low and angry.

Seeking help, you glanced at your mom. There was only one option left: she had to pee on the test stick instead of you. You would beg her to save you, hoping that for once in her life she would make the right decision.

But your father seemed to anticipate the course of events. "I've changed my mind," he said, grabbing your wrist. "Come along." You stumbled after him into the kitchen, where he took a mug from the shelf and handed it to you before shoving you into the broom closet. "You will now pee in that cup and give it to me, and I will perform the test myself. Until you hand me the cup with your urine, I won't let you out again, and you won't get any food or drink either. Neither will Garfield get anything." He smiled coldly before locking up behind you. The broom closet had no window, and there was nothing in it except the vacuum cleaner, buckets, some rags, mops and brooms. Now you really had no chance, there was no way out, so you might as well give up now. Weeping, you pulled down your pajama pants and panties, held the cup between your legs and peed into it.

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Tags: @loveforcarl @knochentrocken0808

[fairy-verse]

Once upon a time...

…there was a land filled with beauty and magic. Here there were no great cities, only small villages nestled between hills, mountains, valleys, and meadows. It is a fair and quiet land, and it is the only place you will find fairies and other magical creatures of various kinds.

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Here is the Map of Fairy Island.

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Fairyverse is created by valacre & lunnar-chan. I, Valacre, have created the concept ideas and am writing the lore and the stories for it. Dii has created the fairy designs and has helped me with the lore itself by coming up with suggestions and ideas of her own.

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The world of Fairyverse is set in medieval-esque times.

Light and dark fantasy themes will be found here.

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The Firstborn fairies are those who came before all, and they rule their own respective seasons within the Island of the Fairies.

They are – Dream, the firstborn fairy of summer. Nightmare, the firstborn fairy of autumn. Error, the firstborn fairy of winter. And Ink, the firstborn fairy of spring.

Coming after the Firstborn are the season fairies. They are born in the image of their respective firstborn, bearing characteristics not only from them but also from their hopes and dreams. They are their loyal followers. They are all Sans variants.

They are – The summer fairies, the autumn fairies, the winter fairies, and the spring fairies.

Also known as – The butterfly fairies, the mystical fairies, the moth fairies, and the dragonfly fairies.

The Firstborn and their season fairies reside on the western side of Fairy Island, but they are not the only fairy types that exist here. There are also – Monster fairies (Papyrus variants, Toriel variants, Undyne variants, Temmie variants, etc…), and Human fairies/Fae (resembling humans, often with blackened or iridescent eyes, brought to life by Ink and a human woman.)

There is also the Big Folk that has settled down on most of the eastern side of Fairy Island. These are regular humans and monsters who travelled over the waters to find new and peaceful lands to live on. A few of them hunt fairies (specifically season fairies) for their wings, blood, and bodies. The Big Folk that lives close to the Great Forest (Ink’s domain) are often victims of spring fairy bites, and while they believe these bites cause them to go temporarily insane, they are, in fact, filled with extra magic that makes them able to hear the trees talk, see the bees dance, and feel the winds collect their individual stories.

Other creatures that live on Fairy Island include – The small people/monsters (the same size as fairies but lack any sort of wings. They usually live in hollowed-out trees with tiny doors and windows), the mushroom people (born from residual magic dropped by the fairies, they wander along the forest floor on stumpy legs. They make soft squeaks, but no one knows if they are intelligent or not. Often used as pets by fairies), gnomes (the same size as fairies and wear tall, pointy hats of either red, blue, or green that cover their eyes. They live underground and are only active during winter), stonemen (resembling boulders and mountains, these are gentle giants that often remain asleep for most of their lives. They are immortal unless anyone chips them away), trolls (vicious and dangerous, they live in caves and underground shelters during the day and come out at night to hunt whatever they can lay their hands on, including fairies and Big Folk alike), and finally, the elusive flower people (little is known about them. They live on the Isle of Luna, south-east of Fairy Island.)

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The image used as this blog's avatar and as the header image is made by @lunnar-chan, whilst the image used in the sidebar is made by @comyet.

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[gremnaghi]

i want that ramble about your spec bio creatures so bad theyre such neat lil dudes

OH DUDE, TYSM!!

i have some quick facts about all 3 so far! i'll post that novel below ^^

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a few notes -

I am TOTALLY up for criticism on this project. It's my first serious spec bio thingy and I am still very green to the subject lol

The planet they inhabit is called Ieyora (eye-yore-uh) IV. It's the fourth planet from the sun in its solar system, and the flora is autumn-coloured all year around, which is why the animals have yellow, orange, and red camouflage.

Ieyora IV has quite a bit of volcanic activity. Animals living in arctic environments sometimes use heat vents formed in mountain ranges to keep their eggs warm during nesting seasons.

I call the extra limbs palps, like on a spider. Some are fully functional like on the Soffbeast, and some are mostly vestigial or nearly undetectable like on the Ieyotitan and Ieyorapteryx. No Ieyoran animal has more than 6 limbs.

All three species I've worked the most on are all related by a common ancestor, they're like cousins.

The planet doesn't have a resident dominant species, such as humans on Earth.

Species Quick Facts

Ieyorapteryx

- Semi aquatic (akin to an otter)

- Especially strong lower body

- Peculiar beak-like mouth (similar to a pufferfish)

- Palps no longer visible

- Strong climbers

- Forelimbs similar to those of a raccoon or rodent

- Webbed toes, except for "thumb"

- Reproductive and maturation system similar to that of a frog, needs water in order to lay eggs and has a fully aquatic first few weeks of life

- Adults as large as a whitetail deer

- Patterning appears to vary due to location of the ecosystem they inhabit (camouflage)

- Found in sparsely forested temperate/cold regions

- Highly social, docile creatures

- Waterproof feathers, similar method to that of a duck

- Nostrils and ears close comparably to a seal when diving or staying underwater for long periods of time

- Can spend approximately 2 hours submerged

- Feathers thicker on upper body and back than lower body

- Rears up on back legs when sprinting

- Feathers on the back of its head act similarly to a cockatiel

- Produces a wide range of clicking noises with its beak and tongue, sometimes also screeching, among many other sounds

Ieyotitan

- Fully terrestrial

- Males have a toucan-like pattern on their snout

- Found in mountain ranges and arctic regions

- Builds nests out of its own fur and plant matter, using sticky saliva to ensure structural integrity

- Lives in same sex pairs, only mixing if closely related or during mating season

- Short yet thick feathering

- Beak similar to Ieyorapteryx

- Technically omnivorous in their youth, sometimes digging for roots

- Fairly territorial

- Bonded pairs show high amounts of physical affection for one another, grooming and playful behaviour is often observed

- Males show perceived homosexual behaviour to ensure loyalty to each other and often act as wingmen

- Pursuit predators

- Females tend to be more aggressive

- Produces squeaking, mewing, and a low rumbling sound in their throat, referred to as "trilling", sometimes strong enough to shake the ground

- Observed quietly purring to themselves

- Makes an ear-shattering hissing/shrieking noise when threatened

- Scrapes the ground with scent glands on their palps to mark their territory

- Also have scent glands under their chin

- Extremely hygienic animals

- Split tongue to aid in tracking

- Small ridge on back for temperature regulation

- Padded back feet

Soffbeast (Sophbeast)

"Soffbeast" is an affectionate name for these creatures, being a play on softbeast. The "t" is dropped because their fur is so soft, the letter makes too harsh of a sound to describe it. The first part of their original common name, Sophbeast, was the surname of the scientist who first studied them.

- Second largest Ieyoran carnivore

- Lives in arctic and tundra regions

- Produces low throat vibration noises and growls

- Horrifyingly loud shriek

- Notable sexual dimorphism

- Tunnels underground to make a safe den for their offspring

- Scent glands under chin and on palps

- Mate for life

- Very, very quick on their feet

- Seasonal migration

- Often completely silent

- Padded feet

- Dozens of specialized teeth within their beaks for tearing flesh and grinding bones

- Completely terrestrial

- Known to stash food in their dens

- Territory can overlap with Ieyotitans, causing some tension

- Crazy strong jaws

- Tail is used for self defense and most likely temperature regulation

- Uncommonly observed in the wild, though assumed to be of low concern

- Sometimes utilizes heat vents for a warm spot to nap or build a den near

i have a bit more, tryna spread out the info dumps though lol

looking to post more art soon >:D

[whooambouttamakeanameformyself]

Hi! I was just wondering if your still taking requests for Billy Butcherson (aka the best zombie ever).

Then maybe you won’t mind righting a short fic about the Reader (or one of the kids in hocus pocus, whatever your comfortable with) tucking Billy's hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face and just realizing how frizzy his hair is and asks if he’s okay with them brushing it?

Anyway, I hope you have a good day/night!

I am absolutely still taking Requests for Billy! I love writing for him He's so cute! :)

(And in response to your other message, I understood! I'm gunna make this a platonic reader short but if you want a more fluffy one I can write another one!)

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Hair care

Billy Butcherson x GN! Reader.

Warnings: possible cussing, cute platonic stuff.

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Billy had been sitting on one of the memorial benches in the graveyard, enjoying the cool autumn air, when, much to his surprise, you sat down beside him. He looked over to you and gave you a warm smile "Good afternoon Y/N, how are you doing?" You returned the smile, happy to see him smiling "I'm good, how about yourself? I don't usually see you up and about during the day" you let out a soft chuckle. Billy laughed, shaking his head "I'm fine, I'm actually awake because I wanted to ask you something." He cleared his throat before beginning to speak again "I was hoping you'd show me a few pieces of the artwork you always talk about."

Excited, you practically dragged the poor zombie back to your home where you left him standing in the kitchen, watching you move with a confused look on his face.

You pulled some of your more recent pieces from your art room and brought them into the kitchen, laying them onto the counter infront of him. He looked down at them, some loose hairs falling into his face as his eyes curiously scanned each piece. You gently brushed the hairs out of his face, tucking them behind his ear and finally taking a good look at his hair "Oh my."

Billy turned his attention to you "what? What's wrong?" You shook your head "nothing! I was just looking at your hair..."

Billy nodded with a sheepish smile "yeah... I know it's really messy, I'm sorry." He tried to run his fingers through his hair but it was near impossible due to the amount of knots.

"I can brush it out for you if you'd like, or at least get it a little more under control." You offered, an offer he accepted happily.

You grabbed one of your extra brushed and a bottle of detangler (you ended up needing two) before getting to work brushing out his hair, being careful to not pull too hard in fear of his head coming off.

It took you a few hours and several bottles of detangler but you managed to brush all of the knots out of his hair and to your surprise his hair was fairly long! And once brushed out it was very soft and wavy. When you showed Billy your finished work his face lit up and he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, thanking you profusely "Oh Y/N! Thank you so much! You have no idea how much I appreciate you doing this for me!"

You hugged back with a bright smile "you're very welcome Billy, anything for you."

(End)

I hope this was okay!

[thisiskatsblog]

finally read Ursula le Guin's Left Hand of Darkness, a book people have been recommending me for years. one of the reviews on goodreads said the book had changed the reviewer forever. at my age, very much in the autumn of my life, I have to get used to being proper old now, I didn't think a book could change me. but reading about a genderless society, about people who are not one nor the other but both, left me yearning for a person to love who is like estraven. both caring and strong. and completely lacking fragile male ago and female drama.

and, perhaps unsurprisingly, but it was a painful realization nonetheless, it also left me wishing I could be like estraven: outside the way I really feel inside. with age, pregnancy, and weight gain, my body has become so utterly feminine that it's hard to make it "work" for me in any other way than with femme aesthetics. and since I quite like those aesthetics at times - I appreciate feminine looking men as well as plain hot lipstick lesbians in all forms and sizes) - I just went with it. In the mirror, I wanted to see someone I'd date.

but by reading, and falling in book love with estraven, I realized how much of myself I have also left unexpressed for so long. I remember how last time I had the house to myself I wore the fabric belt from my trousers instead as a tie - because as long as I don't look in the mirror, I can imagine it looks like it did when I was didn't carry all the extra weight on my boobs and hips.

and I remember, during my teens, on occasion wearing my father's blazers and my grandad's hat, and at uni, carrying an old pocket watch I got from my dad and emulating my boyfriend's style, who wore makeup and sweater vests over 70s style shirts. At 20, I was androgynous and queer and beautiful. Over 25 years later, I feel beautiful only when wearing 50s style dresses that accentuate my bossom and have inherited my grandmother's pearls, while my brother got the pocket watch.

and it's not that I don't like myself like as femme, it's just I very much feel the void of where my more masculine part used to be. it being so invisible lately, I am left to wonder is it still there.

of course I know it's there. I use deodorant for men and have never worn anything but unisex perfume - have avoided handbags and high heels for most of my days on this planet except those where it's an absolute necessity for the dress or the occasion. I am a woman in a man's job, in a women's sector, where I've managed to turn the 100% female staff into a better balanced gender ratio pure and simply because I missed the way I can be around men. and I am a strict powerboss when I need to, but mostly I very much care. I read and watch LGBTQ material where I often identify more with the male queer characters than with the female ones (which never get enough attention Netflix!), yet when I watch my boy with other teenage boys, it completely passes me by, yeah, like that I have never been and never will be - yet when we curl up on the couch in the evening and I read him my favorite book from when I was a young girl, we both revel in the same things and feel so much alike, and so unlike his father.

I really yearn for a society that is completely free of gender divides and norms. Yet it is so hard to imagine. And I find it so hard to express how I feel about that other than in words. My extremely feminine body gives me so few options. My features are too thin, my boobs too big, my forms too round, my hips too broad, my face too soft.

what changed is that this book has placed the finger on a very painful spot, and I don't know now, if I'm every going to stop feeling sore.

[spider-mar2004]

Fucking bored so gonna drop this.

🍂 𝕂𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕟 𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 🍂

Summary: Right now where i am is autumn, so somwhow randomly got some ideas for my comfort and fav oc x canon headcanons for have fun, hope you like it.

Extra: Our dear Ben will be there aswell as lil extra for fun HCs!

𝕂𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕣

- His favorite season totally, he feels relaxed as he feels the weather change, the breeze appearing and see the leaves change colors and fall.

- Feels himself calm but just stare the view from his home of that, god is just pleasing.

- He finds the temperature perfectly, not hot, cold yes but not soo cold. So he can wear anything he would like but when is time to do missions, he just would wear a simple sweater for avoid cold breeze.

- Kaine always invites and goes with his partner Marlette to take a walk around more nature zones like parks, gardens, etc. Is actually one of his favorite activities with her.

- Loves crushing the dry leaves, god the cracking sounds gives him satisfaction.

- Aracely when she asks him why he is in trees, he always would respond "Is 'cause i became a sloth now." Which is funny, but yes he can relax himself in trees and become lazy there.

- Hot Chocolate maker? Yes, he is good at it and would make for his small family.

- Kaine finds that the autumn can be more romantic for his partner than the spring, he thinks spring is just, boring and repetitive.

- When is time to have his kid, he wishes have him born during fall, but if it doesn't, is alright after all

[Little Spoiler: Their baby will be born in autumn 31th October!]

- He would put leaves on Ben's hair for mimic a bird's nest, and maybe put a chicken egg on and then take a picture for maybe bully him later.

𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖 𝕊𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕒

- She becomes slowly lazy when the fall arrives.

- Enjoys totally Kaine's hot chocolates while being comfy on their bed.

- When is time for a walk, she goes but would wear sweater, scarf, yes, she doesn't have good tolerance towards the cold even she is muscular and such.

- Marlette when she joins to stare at window with Kaine, she usually puts some soft melodies in a low volume, for make the moment more relaxing.

- "Are you still crush the leaves? Amor, you behave like a kid even though you are a serious man." Marlette would say that with a small and soft giggle.

- Agreed aswell with Kaine about the spring is boring.

- Would love really decorate painting skulls with Aracely, since she is mexican for celebrate El Dia De Los Muertos, which yes this big mama spends time with Aracely.

- She just loves but loves feel the fresh breeze flow over her face and hair, finds it calming.

- Dislikes getting out from their bed, specially when she and Kaine are hugging.

- Whenever Ben takes a visit, she would get annoyed when Ben comes with his shoes/boots dirty of mud and dead leaves, so since she gave that death stare, Ben as he comes he takes off the shoes first and then enter- Big lady dislikes clean everytime.

𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝔹𝕠𝕥𝕙

- Bedtime? Yes but no sleep, just hugs, cuddles, kisses and enjoy themselves.

- Both becomes lazy beans.

- They always share a one scarf in case they both are feeling cold by the breeze.

- Tired of take walks and see being around just dead leaves? No problem, they also go to a cafeteria.

- Homemade food happens more often since well they likes being more in home than outside when the fall is in.

- They sometimes bath together with hot water, not too hot because we clearly know about Kaine's skin condition.

- Pick up apples together, yes. For then they together cooking yummy apple pies

- Watching Scary movies? Yeah but they both doesn't get scared, only Ben if he was there.

- When Halloween comes, they spend their time doing the scary pumpkins, Kaine uses his stings for do them while Marlette with her claws from her suit.

- Just, having a peaceful nap time, their bodies hugging each other, the sky turning red by the sunset for then the night comes.

I was bored so enjoy lmao

[the-cloudy-dreamer]

Tea and Books Asks

Thank you Dreamling Nation server for being so unhinged as to make this an actual tag game!

So @quillingwords @mathomhouse-e @firemandeanbuck tagged me and at this point I think I’m the last one to make this so if anyone’s missing feel free to do it!

1. What period of history do you enjoy learning about?

Honestly I think I enjoy it all! I love history 🖤

2. Who is your favourite fictional character and why?

I have too many! as of right now I can honestly say that spots goes to Dream of the Endless—he is a complex character full of tragedy and contradictions and I love him for it.

3. What do you order at a café?

Usually I drink black coffee but if I go out to buy myself coffee I guess I’ll go for an extra strong coffee with a dash of milk.

Sometimes I get a caramel macchiato but that’s when I feel like I want a special treat not an everyday sort of coffee.

4. Libraries, botanical gardens, or art galleries?

In theory I love libraries and gardens are lovely as well but my heart will forever will be with museums and art galleries.

5. Do you have a favourite film soundtrack? I’ll do you one better and name a few: Labyrinth, Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain, Coraline, Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit.

I love OST music 🖤

6. What does your dream home look like?

It would have to be a cozy little house tucked away somewhere quiet —perhaps in the middle of a forest? I would love to be able to relax, enjoy the nature and do all the things that I love like reading and drawing and painting ✨

7. What makes you feel better on gloomy days? Warm soft things like a thick blanket and a nice cup of tea—perhaps eating something sweet and listening to my favorite music or watching a comfort movie/series.

8. What are your top three films? Books? My mind is *blank* so I’ll name just one of each because *awkward hand gesture* Movie Perfect Blue, Satoshi Kon Book Almond, Sohn Won-pyung.

9. Are you an organized person, generally? I am perhaps a little *too* organized! I’ve been working on trying to be more relaxed about it. And I think I’m making a good job at it!

10. Do you have a favourite classic novel? Several—I’ll chose The Bell Jar , Sylvia Plath because it’s been sometime since I read and I miss it.

11. What character archetype or trope is your favourite? I have a soft sport for creatives, rebels and truth seekers probably because I see myself in those.

12. Do you prefer baking or cooking? I don’t think I prefer one over the other but I do find baking more relaxing and rewarding.

13. Which season do you feel at home in? Autumn! Or more specifically that little place between changing seasons always feels wonderful.

14. What is your opinion on poetry? Love it!

15. Do you speak formally when texting and emailing? Since I only text family and close friends then no but emails probably yes since most ( if not all) of them are work related.

16. How do you organize your music playlists? I’m basic so I usually organize them by language ( I have list in English, Spanish, Japanese and Korean for example) Genre and *sometimes* mood.

17. Who is your favourite author? I collect those like Pokémon so I’ll pick one at random and say my beloved Banana Yoshimoto.

18. Chai or hot chocolate? Both! Though I usually drink hot chocolate only during the winter.

19. Do you prefer forests, sea shores, or meadows? Forest for sure!

20. If you were to cultivate a fruit orchard, what would you grow? Probably something basic like apples or cherries mostly because I grew up climbing those and I have lots of fond memories of sitting and eating on those trees while swinging my legs back and ford and feeling like I was on top of the world.

[littlemissnoname13]

Hello can I request where draco in fourth year having a crush on a hufflepuff reader but acts as arsehole cuz he doesn’t know how to show affection , leading it to her avoiding him which makes him depressed about what did he do wrong ?

Hi love. Thanks for the request.💕

I love writing Draco x hufflepuff!reader stories! I am a sucker for a slytherin x hufflepuff pairing.

I added a few extra details here and here. Hope you like it. X

Hopeful (Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Word count: 2100 sorry got a bit carried away. 😅

Warnings: None. Soft!Draco being an absolute blubbering idiot.

Draco’s thoughts are written in green

Spring had arrived. 

It could be felt in the cool and gentle zephyr that made the shiny new leaves on top of the once barren and dead trees rustle. 

Daisies were in full bloom and the wind had managed to carry some of the petals away—making them fall to the ground, acting like a harbinger of the fast approaching summer. 

Draco couldn’t be bothered if it was spring, or autumn or winter. 

In that particular moment, all he wanted to do was get away from the Slytherin common room and Pansy Parkinson. 

He had taken her to the Yule ball and things had sort of fizzled out afterwards. He couldn’t get himself to see her as anything other than a friend. 

Having ran all the way to a far and secluded area of the Hogwarts grounds, Draco leaned against a tree trunk and panted heavily in an attempt to catch his breath. 

“Are you—are you alright?” 

Your voice startled him and he quickly stood up straight to look around. 

You were sitting criss-crossed on the grass with your transfigurations textbook opened on your lap. Your shirt sleeves were rolled up and your yellow and black tie hugged very loosely around your neck. 

“Fine.” He muttered as he slowly sat down noticing a single daisy tucked behind your ears. 

After sitting there in complete silence for the next few minutes, he finally spoke up. 

“What are you even doing here anyway?” 

“Just wanted some peace and quiet to be honest.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “It’s a beautiful day.” 

Draco just hummed in response and kept staring at the daisy in your hair that swayed lightly with the breeze. 

“What?” You asked when you noticed. 

“You have—you have a twig stuck in your hair.” 

“A daisy.” You corrected him as you closed your book and moved a bit closer to where he was sitting. “It’s a daisy.” 

“Yeah I know that. I’m not stupid.” He said quickly. “But why?” 

"Well, Daisies are essentially two flowers blended together in complete harmony." You said pulling the daisy out of your free falling hair before putting your hand forward to hand it to him. 

“And?” Draco reluctantly took the flower from you and blinked his eyes in confusion. 

“They are said to resemble innocence—true love even.”  You explained getting comfortable next to him.

“You believe in all that?” Draco scoffed, twirling the flower between his index finger and thumb. He couldn’t tell if the floral fragrance was coming from you or the air but it made him slightly queasy nonetheless. 

“Merlin. No.” You scrunched up your nose. “It just gives me hope I guess.” 

Draco gave you another hum in response. For someone who came up with snarky and sometimes witty comments on the spot, he found himself weirdly tongue tied. 

“I know you were hiding from Pansy by the way.” You remarked, making a small smile pull at his lips. 

“How come?”

“What do you mean how come?” You rolled your eyes. “Everyone can see that she is obsessed with you for some reason that I personally can't seem to comprehend.” 

~~~~~

The next day during potions class, Draco slowly opened his book and started to absently doodle on it with his quill while Snape talked about the upcoming potions essay that had to be done in pairs. 

Draco knew he should be paying attention but he just couldn’t get the interaction between you two out of his head. 

And just when he took a deep breath and decided to focus, a familiar scent started to fill his lungs up. 

Fruity, almost spicy notes of strawberry and pink grapefruit mixed with gardenias, vanilla and musk. It felt like someone had tossed a huge bouquet into the room. 

He knew it was you without even bothering to look up from my book. 

"Ah, Miss y/l/n. Late again." Snape muttered. “Five points from Hufflepuff house.” 

You quietly sat down next to your friend with your head hung low and Draco fought an unexplainable urge to give you a hug. 

"The essay must be done in pairs.." Snape said.

Great. 

"Ronald Weasley and Gregory Goyle." 

This is exactly what I needed right now. Thanks Snape. 

"Blaise Zabini and Hannah Abott." 

The last thing I need is someone weighing my essay down. 

"Draco Malfoy and y/n y/l/n." 

What? 

You turned back to look at Draco and gave him  an apologetic smile and he didn't understand why you kept smiling at him. It's not like the both of you had suddenly formed an unlikely bond with each other. 

Draco scowled at you in return and quickly raised his hand. "May I work on my essay alone?" 

"No. You may not Mr. Malfoy."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Draco had been studying in the library for almost an hour. Because you were quietly sitting next to him, his elbows and knees slightly brushed yours every few seconds and as much as he hated to admit it, He secretly enjoyed it. 

Contrary to yesterday, Draco was trying very hard to make a conversation with you. You seemed somewhat offended that he had asked Snape to work on the essay alone. 

“I am happy to do most of the writing if you can look up all the ingredients.” You offered.

You don’t have to do all of that yourself. I am happy to help with the writing too. Is what he should have said. 

“Fine whatever.” He said instead as he reached for a copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. 

That night, Draco stayed up tossing and turning in his bed before giving up on getting any sleep for the night. 

He lethargically walked towards his dresser and put his hands in his blazer pocket pulling out the now dried and pressed daisy from the other day. 

Taking a deep breath, he put the flower in between the pages of his copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. 

You were drawing him in, undoing him, unraveling him even. 

He knew that. 

But did you?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Draco! Open up." 

His head jolted towards the door and He quickly walked over to open it. 

You stood on the other end with books tucked in your arms, wearing your denim shorts and a plain white tank top—looking like summer personified. 

The more time he spent with you, the more he started to notice your quirks. Like that the way your skin glowed as the days got warmer. 

Compliment her. Do it. It’s not Difficult. 

“Did you do something different to your hair?” 

“Uh—no why are you asking.” 

“It just looks a bit strange.” He commented wanting to slap himself. 

"Okay, well are you going to let me in?" You questioned, wondering why he was blocking the way and asking you about your hair. 

Why did you have to wear that God damned tank top-

"Sorry?" You asked stepping inside making his cheeks burn when he realized he wasn’t meaning to say that out loud. 

"Just shut up and get back to working in the essay or whatever it is that you were doing." Draco grumbled feeling embarrassed as he grabbed some fresh parchment. 

Okay. Focus. The Strengthening solution requires...

You stretched a little and pushed your hair away from your face. 

several days to mature...

"Staring is rude Draco." You suddenly interrupted his thoughts as you set your eyes on his—peering right into his soul.

Draco felt like he was giving you some sort of power over him and the possibility of you using that power and leaving him heartbroken made him feel so very vulnerable.

He couldn't take the vulnerability a second longer.

 "I don't think we should study together anymore." He blurted quickly standing up. “It's for the best.”

"Huh?" You stood up contorting your face in total confusion—wondering just what you had done to piss him off. "What's wrong Draco? Did I do something wrong?" 

"Leave. Now." He muttered with his teeth clenched. 

Please don’t go.

"Just go—leave please."

You couldn’t help but feel a sharp sting burning your insides as you gathered all the books that were on the floor and ran made your way towards hufflepuff dormitories with tears threatening to flood your eyes. 

As soon as you ran off, he punched his wall and muttered out the plethora of angry curses when the impact bruised his knuckles.

~~~~~~~~~~~

During the following week, Draco failed to show up to any of your shared classes after you had refused to talk to him after what happened. 

Even if you did manage to see him walking down the halls or walking with Crabbe and Goyle, you noticed that he looked like he hadn’t eaten or slept in days. 

On a Tuesday, Draco looked at the Hufflepuff table during breakfast and when you caught his eye, all you did was look away. 

Everyone at school had their opinions about him—most of them weren’t good opinions. 

But when you were with him under that tree, he seemed different. His smirk was more playful than condescending. It managed to charm you in a way. 

You took a final bite of your toast and gathered all your books, walking to your Potions class. 

His seat still remained empty and you shook your head, trying to snap away from the thoughts of him as you flipped open your book. 

Only it wasn’t your book. 

You didn’t remember writing on the margins and making annotations on your book. 

Running your fingertips along the pages, you flipped to the very first page of the book. 

D. Malfoy was written in ridiculously neat handwriting and you shook your head when you realized that you had grabbed his book with you that day by mistake. 

And just when you were about to put his book away, something fell from in between the pages and fell onto your desk. 

It was the daisy you had woven into your hair the other day. Even in its dried state, the petals remained intact like her had done something to keep them that way.

When class was finally over, you made a quick beeline towards the slytherin dungeons, bumping into people along the way. 

~~~~~~~~~

“Some hufflepuff girl is standing outside the dungeons asking to see you.” Theo shrugged when he saw Draco at the common room sofa. “Says it's urgent.” 

He felt terrified yet so elated as he quickly stood up and made his way outside. 

“Here’s your book.” You said taking a step towards him. “You never told me what’s wrong by the way.” 

“Thank you.” Draco quickly took his book from you and stared at the ground. 

“Why did you stop talking to me y/n?”

“You told me to go away—If I remember correctly.” You said shaking your head at him. “Tell me Draco, what’s wrong?”

“Everything.” He said quietly, meeting your gaze. 

"What do you mean?" 

"You make me feel all weak.....and smiley...and I hate it." He looked at you with agitation.

"Weak?" You ran your  fingers through your hair in confusion. 

"And your ridiculous white tank top." Draco half yelled. 

"What's wrong with my top?" You asked, raising your voice slightly as if you had had enough of this. 

"Nothing is wrong except for the fact that you look stunning in it.” He blurted involuntarily. "It is absolutely distracting when one is trying to study!." 

He watched you open your mouth in shock and close it. Before he could spend another minute trying to solve the riddle that was your expression, you grabbed him by his tie and placed your lips on his. 

His brows furrowed as he kissed you back tenderly. Tasting the sweetness of your lips—pouring out every bit of suppressed passion and adoration he felt for you with his lips.

There was something so strange and euphoric about finally kissing someone he had been longing to kiss for so long. 

Something so magical about holding the person that fits perfectly into his arms. 

Freaking Finally. 

He was slightly disappointed when you slowly backed away, but the glow on your skin and the glossy ness in your eyes made him smile. 

"I guess I'll leave before I realize the consequences of what I have just done." You said softly as you held his face and placed a small peck on his lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, you found a tiny box and an envelope on your desk when you woke up. Your roommate let you know that Draco Malfoy had stopped by late last night when you were asleep and half begged and half threatened her to leave the box on your desk. 

You slowly opened the box and found a bedazzled and whimsical looking daisy necklace, encrusted with gems.  

A Daisy for my daisy. 

You give me hope.

- D.M

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[espressokiri]

Campus

Shinsou Hitoshi x GN!reader

In which Shinsou is always seeking out reader around the U.A. campus.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

The breezy autumn morning brought involuntary shivers as Shinsou held his to-go cup of coffee in his hands to warm himself up. Despite wearing a comfortable hoodie on top of his white dress shirt, his blazer stuffed in his backpack, the cold had seeped in through the fabric. 

The quiet male often came earlier to avoid the rush of students, enjoying what the U.A. campus had to offer as he was one of the little student’s who arrived earlier. Despite trying to deceive himself into believing that was the only reason, the true reason lied beneath the tree in the courtyard.

There they were sitting comfortably under the shade, the ground around them littered with leaves. They themselves had a cup of warm beverage from the same coffee shop Shinsou had been to, the same coffee shop that he would find them studying after class hours during stressful weeks.

Shinsou would often sit nearby, under a tree as they did, sifting through his notes or burying his nose in a book, enjoying the silence that comes with the cool temperatures. It would be upsetting for winter to come and take away this comfortable arrangement due to the unbearable cold. 

He glanced up from his phone and shamelessly stared at Y/n as they kept themselves busy, hands occasionally rubbing together to produce warmth, their focus brought a smile onto his face before he glanced back down scrolling through his music.

Unbeknownst to the male, Y/n would often steal glances at him too. They noted how he would often sit nearby, disregarding the rest of the free spaces around the courtyard. Shinsou was an enigma to them. Their first encounter was when he had boldly declared a war against their class, Y/n chuckling and blatantly stating how everyone would be happier with the exchange of one perverted purple male with another who was serious about becoming a hero. 

Their second encounter was during the sports festival where Shinsou had brainwashed them into being in his team during the cavalry race, Y/n later on thanking him for making it easier for them to proceed to the next round, simply shrugging when he looked at them aghast.

“Are you not angry? Afraid even?”

“Why am I to be angry or afraid if all you did was make it easier for me?”

Shinsou was not able to get them out of his mind.

The long lasting stares and the smile as he saw them work their best to achieve their goals, their ambitions, was just the cherry on top alongside their nature and personality. 

Shinsou still worked hard, paying extra attention to his training with Aizawa so he could be in the hero course, so he could be in the same class as Y/n and let them see what he is capable of despite his mental quirk. 

They watched from afar as Shinsou furrowed his eyebrows at his notes, hands absently reaching for his cup of coffee. Y/n looked at the time before mulling over their decision to go up to the lavender haired male. ‘screw it’ Y/n thought as they shoved their items into their backpack and sauntered over to where Shinsou was seated. 

A shadow looming over Shinsou had him look up from his notes, freezing as he made eye-contact with the person he was pining over. Shinsou gulped before opening his mouth to speak, “L/n-san, how can I help you?”

He mentally applauded himself for not stuttering despite the erratic heartbeat that made him want to break out in sweat.

Y/n shot him a smile before sitting down right next to him, leaning against the male as they read over his notes. Shinsou felt like he stopped breathing, they were leaning on him and he could clearly smell their soft scent. “Nothing, Shinsou-kun.” They hummed, “your hand writing is really neat.”

“A-ah, thank you.” Shinsou stammered, mentally cursing himself for losing his cool.

“You’re so cool for working this hard,” Y/n pouted, “I do hope you come to class 1-A it would be rather fun, don’t you think?”

Shinsou just nodded, clearing his throat as he looked at the time. It was clear that classes were to start soon as loud chatter filled the area, students meeting up with their friends as they walked together towards their respected classes.

“Ah, looks like class is about to start, Aizawa sensei is going to kill me if I’m late again. I’ll see you later, Shinsou-kun!”

He watched their disappearing figure rushing to class, a small smile played on his lips as his ears were tinted red as he replayed their words, ‘you’re so cool.’

The next day was a similar routine despite Shinsou’s eyes harbouring darker eye-bags than the previous day due to his inability to sleep. Insomnia had gotten to him and his body felt sluggish as he dragged himself over to the same tree. He didn’t go to the coffee shop today as he felt like it would be a chore to even lift the cup to his mouth. His mind was all fogged up and all he wanted to do was sit still and zone out and hopefully fall asleep before class.

Y/n watched his sluggish movements as they were right behind him, slightly concerned for the male as they watch him doze off under the tree, the slight sun that was hitting him warming his body.

Y/n bit their lip before going over to the vending machine, eyes glancing over each selection before inserting coins and pushing the button for the canned coffee.

They grabbed the drink and made their way over to the sleeping male, settling down next to him. His sleeping position looked uncomfortable, his chin tucked into his neck as his body was slack. He’d definitely wake up with neck pain.

Y/n stuck their tongue out in concentration as one hand went to hold his head while the other went around his shoulders to slowly ease him onto their lap. Muscles straining as they weren’t used to his unconscious weight. Heaving a sigh of relief as they got him settled.

Shinsou murmured a bit in his sleep before sighing. Y/n froze before they realized he was still asleep. A hand lifted to run through his gravity defying hair, hesitating a bit before slowly running their hands through it. The soft locks slipping easily through their fingers before they lightly scratched at his scalp.

Y/n’s heart warmed, they enjoyed this domestic feeling. A permanent smile on their face as they busied themselves by scrolling through social media, their other hand still at work in Shinsou’s hair. A permanent smile on their face as they kept glancing at Shinsou, he was unfairly handsome without even trying. Y/n enjoyed his confident demeanour despite the inner conflict he pushes down from his past experiences. He was more cat-like with the hard exterior soft interior aspect of his personality. 

They were aware of his small smiles around the cats he finds along the U.A. campus, it was endearing to watch him bring small cans of cat food with him in his backpack to feed them. A heart of gold. 

Unconciously, Y/n traced their finger along the side of Shinsou’s face, tracing the curve of his nose before lightly tapping the edge of it adoringly. A hand reached up and grabbed theirs, intertwining their semi-cold hands with his, eyes slowly fluttering open in a soft glare.

Y/n sent him a sheepish smile, clearing their throat and looking away bashfully. 

“Thanks.” Shinsou murmured, promptly closing his eyes again to revel in their hold, lifting their intertwined hands towards his lips for a quick kiss before settling it back on his chest. Sleep entrancing him as their warmth embraced him a second time. 

“No problem.” Y/n mumbled, face heating up at his boldness before settling down, continuing to scroll to their social media. 

Whatever the two had going on, they were content with it at the moment. No labels, no pressure, just the two of them doing their own thing and showing affection their own way. 

It was pure bliss.

[loverrrgirl]

KISMET- Austin Butler x reader - PART 5

I’m a dingus and I skipped an entire part. So if you read the old part 5, no you didn’t. READ THIS ONE INSTEADDDDD.

Warnings: mentions of car accident, hospitals, etc. Will probably eventually contain smut but doesn’t yet. Minors, don’t proceed if you’re gonna be invested.

Here’s the masterlist

I’ve never written a fic before! Your feedback is super important to me but be gentle because I am soft thank u love u bye.

We walked silently to baggage claim. A comfortable silence. I was feeling ready to fight off anyone that tried to bother him. Thankfully nobody did.

We made it to baggage claim. I had this strange habit of people watching extra hard during this part. I loved to see what kind of luggage people chose. Once again, it's those small details that really tell you a lot about a person. What kind of luggage did he travel with?

He had two suit cases. They had a twinge of vintage inspiration to them. A beautiful brown leather. Of course he traveled with nice luggage. What did I expect? He seemed to be down to earth, honestly a little mysterious, and he enjoys the simple things. I could already tell by the vintage looking boots he was wearing. He was a man that knew just how he liked things.

I had my mom's hand me down Louis Vuitton luggage. It was a nice set. She took great care of them. My dad got her a new set last Christmas so she gave this set to me before I left for New York. I wondered what he thought my luggage said about me, or if he even thought that the luggage a person has means anything at all.

"Alright, are you ready to go?" Austin broke our silence.

"As ready as I'll ever be I guess. Let's get out of here." I said in a convincing tone. I wasn't trying to convince Austin that I was ready though. I was trying to convince myself.

Austin stopped to get a luggage cart. We each only had 2 bags. Nothing that was unmanageable.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked, very confused.

"Grabbing a luggage cart. Here, give me your bags." He reached for my bags. I released the handles, hesitantly. 

"I really don't mind holding my bags Austin, there's only 2 of them." I said, but I could tell he wasn't interested in me carrying my bags.

"I know you can. I've got them. C'mon, the car is this way." He said, tilting his head in the direction of the car while he loaded up the rest of my bags and his own.

Wow, unnecessary. But also, super nice.

The air outside was crisp. Refreshing. And thankfully not as chilly as New York had been recently. The transition in to autumn was one of my favorites. And I didn't mind the rain. I liked it even. I did wish that I wore something with a hood though. My long brown waves were about to turn in to one long, poofy lion's mane. Oh well. It matches the tone of the day I guess. And thank god for crocs. Because it never mattered if these babies got wet.

That was the first time I realized I was wearing crocs. While meeting Austin Butler. Oh god. I guess he got to meet me in my truest form right off the bat. And I'd probably never see him again after this car ride so it probably didn't even matter. The thought of that made me sad. But it also made sense. He was here for vacation. He didn't expect to sit next to a scared, sad girl on the plane. And he's just so god damn sweet that he's going through all of this trouble so he doesn't have to stress about it the rest of his trip. What a guy. I'll always remember his kindness.

"Here we are!" He exclaimed. The car was already started when we walked up. I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear him turn on the automatic start. It was a really nice car, though not what I was expecting. A charcoal grey Volvo XC40. Sleek, clean, and definitely big enough to fit our bags. "You can go ahead and get in, it should be a little warmer in there by now than it is out here." He said.

Okay then. In I go. I guess this is actually happening. Should I start pinching myself? Or just let myself dream?

I climbed in to the passenger side. The seat warmers were on. He had seat warmers. And my ass was going to be so cozy. On second thought, this was definitely the right decision. Who could pass up seat warmers?

Austin finished up putting our bags in the back and went to put the luggage cart away. I finally saw him coming back to the car and I was starting to feel anxious about the drive. And I realized and I hadn't even called my mom to tell her that I landed. Whoops.

"Hey, thanks for loading up my bags, I really appreciate it." I said quietly. I was fiddling with the end of my cardigan sleeve. I knew I had to call my mom but I wasn't ready yet.

"Anytime, really" he smiled. "Do we think I still remember how to get there without a map?"

"I guess we'll find out, won't we?" I said nervously. "Austin, I have to call my mom. Is that okay?"

"Oh my god, of course. Just pretend like I'm not here" he said sweetly. His smile reassured me that he was fine with it.

The phone rang for what seemed like forever. "Hey Stella honey. I was just thinking about you." Mom sighed with relief when she answered the phone. I was feeling shaky so I decided to try and keep it straight and to the point. "Hey mama. I'm on my way now, should be there in less than an hour or so depending on traffic." I could tell she was distracted. Rightfully so. "Okay honey, I'll see you soon. Drive safely. Please. Oh, dad is awake now too. They're both in and out of sleep. We still don't have many answers. I'm glad you're almost here. Love you El." She hung up before I could even say good bye.

Okay. They're both awake so that must be good. That has to be good. Maybe I don't need to panic this much.  How did we even get here? Would dad remember the fight we had? It was so stupid. He was just trying to look out for me. I'm going to have to say something to him at some point. Jesus.

"You doing alright over there, Stella?" Austin asked gently.

"Oh, yeah. They're both awake from their coma but in and out of sleep. I'm sure their bodies need the rest. I don't really have any more info than that." I said, hoping I didn't sound as shaken up as I was feeling.

"Okay. Well that has to be good news. I'm glad to hear it. Do you need anything?" He was genuine when he was checking on me. What an angel.

"No. No, I'm good I think." I said as my stomach audibly grumbled. "Apparently my stomach begs to differ." I giggled, trying to lighten up the embarrassment that I felt.

Of fucking course my stomach would do that in a car with Austin fucking Butler.

"You know what? I was just thinking about lunch. I actually know this great taco truck that happens to be on the way. What do you think?" He asked with a smile.

At least he didn't kick me right out on the side of the road.

"Oh it's okay, I'm sure there's food at the hospital." I said because I didn't want him to have to drive any farther out of his way than he already was.

"Stella you haven't eaten all day. You have a lot ahead of you, and you should get some fuel in so you don't exhaust yourself. You know what I mean?" He said with a tone of concern. And I was hungry. And I do really love tacos.

"Okay. You're right. Tacos it is" I said as I smirked. I could tell I probably wasn't getting out of this one. And he was right. I needed to eat to feel well enough to be there for my mom.

[stray-kids-react]

Spring Showers & Autumn Breezes

Pairing - Felix x Noona Reader (By a year)

Genre - Fluff, Smut, Friends to lovers.

Warnings - Suggestive Dialogue, Virgin reader, Slight spit kink, Mostly vanilla, Female receiving oral, Soft Dom Lix, I got hella carried away.

Masterlist

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6 months ago

You were always a perfect student who never had time to focus on making friends or hanging out with people after school. You always had your nose in a book thanks to the constant orders to only focus on studying by your parents.

You graduated early and inherited your father's business, becoming one of the youngest business owners in Korea. This intimidated many people, some of your customers and employers not even being able to look you in the eyes.

But one day when you took over as cash due to an emergency a pregnant employee had. The song God's menu played across the speakers in your store, you enjoyed Stray Kids' music it made you feel free and not have to build up any walls.

You were bouncing along to the Chorus in your 6 inch heels, restocking the bottles of perfume behind the counter.

"Excuse me?" A familiar deep voice called, the freckled idol smiled at you once you turned around.

It was Lee Felix from Stray Kids, holding two of your personal favorite colognes in his hands. They were your favorite ever since your father first let you sample them when you were thirteen. They weren't strong and one smelled like a cool autumn breeze while the other smelled like spring showers.

"Just the two?" You asked, bagging them gently in a paper bag.

You hoped that the idol didn't notice your awkward and stiff dancing as you stocked the shelf behind you. But the soft smile that stayed on his lips said otherwise.

"Aren't you the owner of this business?" He asked, looking at your name tag which was the only one with a last name...the same last name that matched the businesses.

"Yeah, I inherited it from my father. I'm covering for a cashier at the moment. But I don't mind, it's rarely ever busy in here." You answered, adjusting the already tight ponytail you've kept up for the whole day.

"This store is actually one of my favorites. I love the plushie selection here, they are all relatively cheap." Felix

You softly chuckled at his love for the child like items, secretly knowing that he had a love for plushies. Felix was your bias, his sunshine like and free spirit personality always caught your attention. You knew it was due to the fact that you were the complete opposite of him.

"My personal favorite is the No Face plush we have on the top shelf." You reveal, catching his bright gaze.

He shyly grinned at your gaze, almost as if he was waiting for you to finally open up a bit and relax. Felix has visited the store many times, only seeing you come out of your office once or twice... And each time you had a cold expression and had this unapproachable wall built around you.

"Would you like your receipt with it?" You asked, slowly beginning to crawl back into your shell.

"No, but I would like to see you more often." Felix murmured, sliding you a piece of paper with his number scribbled on with a pink pen.

Before you could even reply, the bright younger idol already had a foot out of the door. You had just gotten your biases number... What the hell were you going to do or say if you even called or texted him.

Two months ago

"Lee Felix, is that my coat?" You question, a serious gaze in your eyes as you crossed your arms.

"I'm sorry Noona... It's just so comfy." He whines, tucking his cold hands into the pockets of your VERY expensive coat.

Ever since Felix has been beginning to visit you, he always seems to either steal your clothes or your snacks. You weren't too fond of his new habits and wanted your clothes returned since you barely had any left in your closet.

"Okay okay okay... You can have the coat but you must return my Hello Kitty hoodie tomorrow." You demanded, ruffling his chocolate brown locks.

He rested his head on your lap as you sat down next to him, his arms latched around your waist as he snuggled in closer. You weren't used to affection at all, the closest thing you got to it throughout your life was a pat on the back and a high five.

"You're such a pain sometimes." You sigh, cautiously raking through his hair which caused him to smile.

"Two things, you wouldn't invite me over if I was such a pain. And how am I a pain if I just cuddle you the whole time and chat." He countered, a sly glimmer brushing over his tapioca pearl eyes.

"You steal my stuff all the time." You explain, pointing at your coat which he was currently wrapped in.

"I don't steal everything."

"Name five things."

"Fine, your cat."

"You have joked about stealing him."

"Your food."

"You do all the time Lix."

"....... Oh! I've got one! Ha!"

"Fine, tell me then... I'm sure you're wrong."

"Your sex toys."

You gasped out loud, slapping his arms countless times as he laughed by how red your face turned. He never told you knowing you'd get embarrassed, but he found your bucket of toys last time he visited when he was searching for your extra fluffy blanket to take a cat nap in.

"How many did you see?" You asked, your tone much softer and bordering on shy sounding.

"Enough to know that you're a sub who has a lot of kinks." He teased, winking playfully as he was adoring you bashful state.

Felix found himself admiring your bashful state a bit too much, almost finding it cute by how blushy you were from the topic. He felt an urge to kiss your flaming cheeks, but held back not knowing if you'd take his feelings too well.

"I'll let you keep the Hello Kitty sweater if you never mention my sex toys again." You reason, slightly taken aback when you realize how long he's been staring at you.

Felix nodded, feeling slightly bad for making you so shy. But he made up for his teasing with a soft yet tight hug, still smelling of the cologne he bought when you first met. This time it was just the autumn breeze, which brought you a wave of comfort you weren't used to and never felt before.

1 week ago

You've found yourself admiring everything Felix did, to the way he pouted playfully when you rejected a hug or to the way his tone changed when you were feeling down. Everything about this man made your heart go into a frenzy, and you had no idea anyone was capable of doing this.

You've grown attached to Felix and feel lonely when he isn't with you, you've even considered asking him to move in with you.

"Hello? Earth to y/n." Felix commented, breaking you out of your lovesick gaze.

"Sorry, I'm just really tired from work." You half ways lied, truthfully tired but secretly just admiring the natural beauty of your close friend.

He smiled softly, brushing away some of the loose strands of hair that covered your face. His hands were always so warm and gentle, acting as if your were made of glass that could shatter at any moment. Any time he touched you it either warmed your heart or created a small pool in your panties.

"Why don't I tuck you into bed, and we can watch something till you fall asleep." Felix reassured, a hushed voice but the deepness still present during certain words.

You were in an oversized shirt with small lacy panties, Felix admired your beauty but didn't see it as sexual tension or sexual period. He just found you gorgeous no matter what you did or what you wore. And has even felt sexual tension with you more than once, but that was a different time and place than it was at the moment.

You didn't need to watch anything to fall asleep with Felix wrapped behind you. His voice alone was enough for you to completely destress and feel the hard work you've been doing finally catch up to you.

You were passed out asleep so you didn't notice Felix placing fluttering kisses all over your cheeks before he fell asleep wrapped around you. His head completely nuzzle into the crook of your neck, every hot breath he let out fanned onto your skin.

You woke up the next morning cold, not realizing you were missing a warm presence you never knew was even there. The moment you opened your eyes you were met with a warm dish of pancakes and a small note

'I had to leave for work but I didn't have the heart to wake you up. Enjoy the food - Felix.'

You giggled into the pillow next to you, fully aware that you were head over heels for the younger Aussie. You never thought you'd be attracted to someone younger until you met him, but you didn't mind since it was only by a year. You smushed your blushing face into his pillow, taking in the scent of the spring breeze cologne.

Now

It was hot outside, so much so that you thought you were going to melt into the couch. You didn't think Felix would be home until tomorrow when it was supposed to be cooler outside, so you stayed in your underwear and bra while sitting in front of the fan. Your hair and body were soaked from the cold shower you just took, and you knew if he walked in it would look rather... Sensual.

"Y/n, I know I'm home early but I brought cak-" Felix exclaimed, stopping mid sentence once he saw you and nearly dropped the cake.

You would've covered yourself with a blanket if it weren't for the fact that all of them were in a basket in your room since it was so warm out. You weren't in any lingerie or anything fancy, just a pink bra and cute heart panties. Which somehow made it worse for Felix.

"Why do you always do this?" Felix sighed rushing to the kitchen to place the cake in the fridge.

You were confused as to what you did, knowing you rarely ever show skin on purpose unless it comes to a situation like this where you would pass out from the heat if you wore something too thick. So you followed Felix to the kitchen, not really caring that you still had bare minimum on.

"What do I do?" You ask, your tone was serious but on the inside you were worried you annoyed the man you secretly adored.

"You tease me." He retorted, still confusing you since you again... Never purposely do.

"What do yo-"

"Y/n, you're in your underwear with wet hair and still slightly wet skin while sitting on the couch squirming in front of the fan. And yesterday you bent over me so your chest was literally in my face when you were reaching for a book you wanted to read. I like you a lot... And it takes every ounce of sanity in me to not take you right then and there. And when you cuddle into me during movie nights, or call me Lixie, or laugh at the lamest joke that no else is laughing at, or the way you scrunch your nose when you are annoyed... It makes me want to call you mine and I just want to kiss every inch of you and dose you in love. And it's hard when I truly don't know if you feel the same. "

"Lix I-"

"And you are so damn hard to read, one day you're all over me and the next you barely even give me a glance. And plus you probably don't want to date someone who's younger than you, your friends have even told me that and listed the men you have been with... Which have all been older than you. "

"Felix-"

"But it's hard to stay silent and act like I don't see you as a goddess who I want to be with and be called her boyfriend. Especially when you always wear strawberry chapstick and apply it to your already soft lips. And when you let out a sigh and completely let go whenever I hug you. Or how you can never sleep without holding onto something so you've gotten used to holding me, Instead of your stuffed No Face plushie that I bought you the day after I first met you.

"Yongbok-"

"Goddammit I love you, I love you so much and if I'm being honest I don't know if I can keep pretending like I'm alright just being you're friend or-"

Before he passes out from ranting so much you shut him up in a very satisfying way. You kissed the lips you've been craving for the past six months, and they felt better meshing with yours than you ever imagined. His hands were shaking for all of the built up emotions he just let out seconds ago, but you didn't stop kissing him until he got to calm down and realize you loved him too.

"Lixie, I love you too. And I would love to be your girlfriend." You murmured in a hushed tone, only inches away from his face as you both were still holding onto each other.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, a small playful glint sparkling in them when they reconnected once more. But a new wave a confidence was in this kiss, he cornered you against the counter as he began to nibble on your lip.

You've been with many guys before, but none of them have ever seen you naked or had sex with you. The farthest you have gone with someone was with your ex boyfriend Jaebum, who was your first makeout session and taught you how to use your tongue like a professional porn star.

Felix began leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw line and neck, only stopping to suck and bite on sensitive spots of your flesh. Painting purple and red marks along your neck and collarbone. Just as his lips were diving into the valley of your breasts, he stopped himself and looked up at you.

"Are you okay with this. Because we can stop at anytime." He reassured, brushing away the wet pieces of hair that stuck to your face.

Everything felt fast and many people would think it was too soon, but you felt so comfortable with Felix and have had feelings for him since you first met. So it felt right, and your heart didn't feel any bit of anxiety when it came to letting Felix take you.

"I'm alright with it, but can we go to the bedroom?" You teased, not wanting your first time to be a serious fifty shades esc time.

He beamed you a kind smiles, lacing his hands with yours as he guided you to your bedroom. Which was lightly messy but still comfortable and tidy enough to not be considered gross. Felix detached from your grip to shut the dark curtains and close the door behind you.

"B-before we continue... Can I tell you something if you promise not to tease me?" You ask, a bit ashamed that your a virgin even though it wasn't uncommon for someone your age who is still considered quite young.

Felix nodded gently, his hands stroking up and down your arms as he waited for you to confess what you were hesitant on telling him.

"I'm a virgin... I haven't even been eaten out before." You sigh, not looking up at his eyes even though he didn't find it lame in the slightest.

"Don't be ashamed of it y/n, it just means I'll have to make it more special." He whispered, his lips pressing soft fluttering kisses to your cheeks as his hands roamed your back.

With that knowledge in mind, Felix rushed to the bathroom to steal the candles and rose petals you always store for your saturday bubble bath routine. He lit two on each bedside table and sprinkled a few rose petals across the bed and pillows.

Felix took your hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, guiding you onto his lap as he grinned at your softly. His tongue peeked out of his lips to wet them, before he pressed them against your once more. This time it still had the same confidence but it was much softer and slower. As if he wanted to take his time with you and make it memorable.

You bit his bottom lips lightly testing the waters to see if you were allowed permission, he groaned as your hips grinded against his growing erection. You didn't even realize what you were doing to him until he pushed your core closer to his clothed cock. The bulge in his jeans grinding against your clothed clit deliciously.

Your tongues were clashing in each other's mouth messily, you would suck on his tongue briefly as his licked striped on the roof of your mouth. You were whispering in the kiss, beginning to rut against him to enhance the euphoric feeling that made your clit begin to throb.

"Do want to feel something even better sweetheart?" He teased, bucking his hips into yours making you fall into him.

Felix flipped you over, stripping away his shirt and jeans. You've never seen him shirtless before, and truly was a heavenly sight with his gorgeous slim yet very toned body and matched with strong dancer thighs. Before he could ask for permission, you sat up slightly, unbuckling your bra and throwing it onto the floor. You both went in for a feverish kiss, both of you groaning and whimpering as you rutted against each other like bitches in heat.

He began to kiss down your neck, reaching the valley of your breasts until his lips hovered over your right nipple. He spit a small drop of saliva onto the erupt bud, before he engulfed it with his lips. Swirling it in circles it his tongue before letting go of it completely with a small pop.

You could feel the wetness in your core begin stain your panties. You moaned airily, running your fingers through his hair as he payed the same attention to your left nipple. He softly grazed his teeth across the very tip of the erect bud only to chuckle softly as let out a desperate moan that went straight to his throbbing bulge.

Felix began kissing his way down your tummy, sometimes switching between giving small kitty licks as he reached closer to where you needed him most. His fingers hooked under the fabric of your panties, pulling them down your legs until you were completely nude in front of him.

Your heart pounded in your chest as the realization that you were about to be eaten out hammered itself in your brain. So many worries slipped into your brain, did you shave enough? What if you smelled? What if you tasted bad? But all of it left when hit tongue first flicked against your clit. All you could see was stars as he sent you into euphoria.

You've never felt such pleasure before, it was almost intimidating by how good it felt. You were on the brink of screaming when he began to sickle on your clit and dark his tongue harsher into it. Small shrieks left your mouth as he lapped your pussy, switching his attention between your leaking hole and throbbing clit. When you were beginning to murmur how close you were, he decided to take the next step and stiff your hole with his fingers. He let them scissor you so that you would eventually get used to the stretch, he sucked on your clit harsher to try and distract you from the stretch of his two fingers.

You got use to his fingers and your loud shrieks of pleasure returned as they began to slowly dark in and out of your leaking hole. The sinful noises of slurping and squelching only making you come closer and closer to your orgasm.

"I-I'm cumm-" You couldn't even finish your seltence before he drove his fingers in and out of you sending you into an intense haze of pure pleasure.

Your legs shook as you came down from your high, Felix pulling you closer to his body as he calmed you down from your first actual orgasm.

"Do you want to stop here?" Felix whispered, stroking his fingers through your hair completely ready to ignore his needs and take care of you.

You shook your head softly, knowing you could take at least one more orgasm before calling the quits. Plus you truly wanted to see the man you've fallen in love with naked, but you would be very bashful if you admitted to it.

"I want to go the full way." You whispered, playing with his boxers causing him to moan rather loudly. Surprising both of you when it it happened.

This just proved how hard he truly was and how thoughtful and gentle he was with you, completely subsiding his own aching needs just to make sure you were okay and got what you wanted.

You pushed him to the bed, smirking confidently as you shimmed his boxers out from under him and threw them to god knows where in the room. Felix was about to protest on you riding him, wanting to take control and make sure your needs are met. But it was too late, since you were already sinking onto him.

The stretch was bearable, it was definitely a feeling that took time to get used to. So you sat there on his lap completely filled to the brim with his dick, Felix sat up wrapping his arms around you and letting you you slump into his body. After a couple of minutes he began to guide you up and down his length slowly.

The pain was beginning to mix with pleasure, before the pleasure completely took over. You began bouncing up and down his shaft with a faster pace, Felix now beginning to fall into your body as the pleasure was catching up to him.

You were so tight and so warm, it was nearly impossible to keep his composure when you felt so good. You were both holding onto each other as you both chased your highs, your hips experimenting by grinding down fully till you were full and swirling them around softly.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he mumbled absolute nonsense. His hand went back to your overstimulated clit, drawing rough circles, making you scream in pleasure as tears brimmed your eyes. Your clenching became tighter and more frequent, you increased the pace until you had to stop from the intense pleasure you were feeling. The the tight clench around him made his chase his high only seconds after.

Felix pulled out before spaying white ribbons onto your thighs. Both of you shaking and sticking together from the sweat you have both created due to the body heat.

Felix laid you back down onto the bed, grabbing a tissue from your nightstand as he ruffled rose petals out of his hair and swiping some off of his shoulder. He softly wiped his mess off of your thighs, and took a different tissue to wipe the rest of the remaining cum that was pooled in your core. He rubbed your legs reassuringly when you twitched at the sudden constant, too stimulated and finding it a bit much.

"Are you tired?" Felix asked, noticing the way you cuddled into your pillow.

You nodded without saying a word, but yet still smiling like an idiot. The thoughts of finally losing your virginity, and losing it to a complete angel of a man who you've been doting on for months. It was all so exciting and you couldn't stop the smile on your face even if it began to hurt your cheeks a tiny bit.

He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers before pulling you up to lift his shirt onto you, his lips leaving a small kiss to the tip of your nose by how cute you looked in his clothes. He cuddled behind you, rubbing shaped onto your tummy as he pressed kisses to your neck, jaw, and cheeks. All of the energy that was drained from you along with the calming presence of your new boyfriend made you fall asleep in an instant.

Felix looked at you one last time before he fell asleep, smiling to himself knowing that you were so special and were going to be the one for him.

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Soooo…….HotR Codywan proposal snippet if you’re still taking requests? I feel like they’d be absolute saps about it and I am Soft

OOOOOH! Oh! They're going to be SUCH saps, fair warning! Let's have some family time and sweetness and a proposal on this fine Friday morning! (No spice in this snippet, only SWEET).

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Autumn slipped away, eventually, and Cody wasn’t sorry to see it go. Ben’s civil case wrapped up towards the end of the season, leaving him with enough funds to cover the memorial costs for his uncle and some extra, besides.

Mostly, he knew Ben put the money towards his school expenses and loans, though he also insisted on paying half when they bought a new bed for Cody’s place, replacing the one they’d broken so impressively.

Winter brought with it true cold, the dropping temperatures no longer teasing at freezing. Often, the sun didn’t rise until long after Cody was already up and working, but he was used to that.

And he had someone warm to curl up with in bed after a long and chilly day, burying his nose against the back of Ben’s neck so many nights.

Ben mostly slept over at the ranch, though he’d kept the apartment. He said, when they discussed it again, that he thought he ought to at the least keep it until the end of the school year. He’d stayed there through most of his work during finals, but….

But, in general, he went to sleep beside Cody and woke up beside Cody. In general, he was there, sharing meals just the two of them or with the rest of the family, going to the triplet’s games, or taking Anakin for walks with Boba.

He was there on New Year’s Eve, watching with a bemused expression as Boba and the triplets helped Jango load fireworks into the back of the four-wheeler.

“Aren’t fireworks...generally a summertime thing?” Ben asked, leaning against the porch as they loaded up box after box.

“New Years is during the summer where I grew up,” Val said, coming down the steps, offering out steaming cups of coffee - decaf, Cody hoped - as she did. “Jango and I were used to New Year's fireworks. So…” She shrugged.

“Do you do this every year?” Ben asked, expression curious, and Cody left them to it, making sure the four-wheeler was appropriately loaded up. He’d handled fireworks the past few years, but Jango wanted to take care of setting them off again, with Rex and Ahsoka volunteering to help with the lighting, so…

So, he ended up sitting beside Ben, huddled out on the porch and wrapped up in a blanket as the four-wheeler set off into one of the nearby fields. “Warm enough?” he asked, feeling the heat radiating from Ben’s body, all along his side.

In fact, it didn’t feel that cold on the porch, not with so many of them sitting so close together. But the air bit, still, cold and crisp, even with the blanket of clouds overhead. There’d been flurries, throughout the day, and they were starting to come down more heavily, drifting through the air, heavy and white.

“Mm, yes,” Ben said, arm curled around him, shifting to make room for Wooley on the step below them. He looked tired - but nearly midnight was late for both of them, early risers by nature and habit - with darkened circles under his eyes.

“We’ll go to sleep, after this,” Cody promised him, and got a smile in return, sweet and fleeting.

“No sleeping yet,” Val said, wading through the pile of them, followed by Bly, who started handing out cups. They didn’t keep champagne flutes or even enough wine glasses. Everyone got what was available, coffee cups, tall glasses, and even a few mason jars, already filled.

Most of them contained sparkling grape juice.

Cody and Ben got champagne, by the smell of it, and Ben raised an eyebrow. “Don’t drink yet,” Cody told him, with a little grin, and Ben huffed a laugh, opening his mouth, only to be cut off by Echo, who stood quickly, holding up a hand.

“Get ready!” Echo shouted, everyone shifting around, vibrating when he started counting backwards from ten.

Cody nudged Ben at one, gesturing to his cup, and they all managed to drink more or less on time as, off in the fields, the first of the fireworks went off with a flash of brilliant color and a crash of sound.

Ben made a sound, both surprised and delighted, and Cody set down his glass, curled an arm around Ben’s shoulders, and pulled him over, kissing him as the first seconds of the new year ticked over, feeling something stretch out, filling up the entirety of the space inside his ribs, realization unfolding not in a flash but in a sweet, inevitable wave.

He stared at Ben, when they pulled apart, Ben turning to watch the fireworks lighting up the night, and knew that he wanted to kiss Ben every New Year’s for the rest of their lives, wanted to sit and watch fireworks with him, hold him after a long day at work, eat breakfast beside him--

“Hey, man, fireworks are that way,” Fives hissed in his ear, at some point, while elbowing him in the ribs, and Cody shoved back at him, but blinked and shook himself, turning his attention to the show up in the sky.

They’d gone all out.

They usually did.

The fireworks echoed out across the fields, the sound held close by the cloud cover. Cody knew, from experience, that there would be cars parked out along the roads leading to the ranch, neighbors and people from further in town, who came out to see the show every year, watching colors chase each other, heralding in another year.

Ponds started the cheer, when the last of the fireworks finished echoing, leaving bright afterimages on the inside of Cody’s eyelids, and they all pushed themselves up, gathering blankets and cups while excitedly talking, half of them cleaning up the porch while the other half of them lit out for the fields, going to help find the firework casings, making sure nothing had landed where it ought not.

Cody ended up standing at the sink, rinsing off glasses that Ben dried, listening in as Echo’s girlfriend - who had never attended before - talked to Ben, her hair pulled back and her cheeks rosy.

He was glad Ben had someone to make conversation with. Cody’s thoughts were buzzing, thrumming along. He felt...not quite distracted. More waiting, with the tension in his gut of anticipation and something larger.

It was snowing in earnest by the time the clean up was finished and Jango, Rex, and Ahsoka returned as conquering heroes, to cheers and applause. The flakes swirled around them when Cody and Ben finally managed to say their good nights, stepping off the porch and heading back to their space.

Cody held Ben’s hand, gloves in the way, both of them leaning together as they crunched across the frozen ground.

Cody made it to his porch before he pulled Ben to a stop, standing there in the softly falling snow and just...looking at him for a moment. Seeing the whole future, spread out around him, feeling - feeling everything, all at once, wild potential just waiting for him to embrace it.

And he’d never been any good at ignoring that feeling, at hesitating once he knew what he wanted. Indecision wasn’t a valuable skill in his career, nor a feeling he’d ever been comfortable with. He exhaled, just looking at Ben for a long moment, lovely and cold and--

Everything he wanted.

“So,” Cody said, tugging on both ends of Ben’s scarf, pulling him in closer, cold noses brushing together when he went on, the words just slipping free, like they were meant to escape his lips, “What would it take to convince you to marry me?”

He was close enough to see Ben blink several times in rapid succession, eyes so clear and so bright, even as Ben asked, “What?”

Cody felt his mouth curve, pulling on the scarf again, stealing a fast kiss as Ben’s hands came up to rest on his sides. “A nice ring?” he asked, thoughts running ahead, wondering what kind of ring Ben might want. Something practical, likely. He wasn’t the ostentatious sort. He kissed Ben again. “A big wedding?” Ben’s hands squeezed, his breath came out in a pant against Cody’s mouth. “A fancy honeymoon?”

“Are you - are you being serious?” Ben asked, voice wavering, and Cody could acknowledge that this was...a bit sudden.

But he knew how he felt. He looked at Ben and saw the future unfurling outwards and wanted it, wanted to make it his, to shape it into being.

He made a rough sound, let go of the scarf to cup Ben’s face, and pulled him into a proper kiss, long and deep. And, when he pulled back, Ben looking dazed, he said, “Yeah, Ben. I’m being serious. What would it take? Tell me, and it’s yours.”

The snow was starting to fall in earnest, thick flakes swirling around them, landing on the copper strands of Ben’s hair and his eyelashes. His cheeks were tinged red from the cold. Maybe from the kiss, but Cody didn’t want to presume.

Not even with Ben swallowing, staring at him without blinking, eyes searching.

Cody wanted to prompt him for an answer, even though it hadn’t been very long, perhaps a heartbeat. Maybe two. And then Ben exhaled shakily and said, voice thick and quiet, “Well. You could ask. Properly.”

Cody groaned, the sound torn from his chest, fingers clenching in Ben’s hair as he rasped, “Will you marry me, Ben?”

He felt Ben shiver, watching his eyes flutter, delightfully, and had a moment to grin - feeling victorious, that same heady kick that came with looking over at the timer during a competition and knowing he had the best time - when Ben murmured, “Yeah, Cody. I will.”

And then Ben was kissing him as the snow swirled around them and the world went on, unnoticed.