#it's been getting really cold here lately to the point where i'm always in four layers topped with this massively oversized winter jacket

[totalswag]

midnight adventures — RAFE CAMERON

authors note here's a little something sweet for you guys. soft!rafe will forever have my heart. happy reading lovies.

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summary having trouble sleeping throughout the night and text rafe if you can go on a drive to relax your mind

warning(s) trouble sleeping and rafe being the best boyfriend.

"Please sleep," you say to yourself, on the verge of tears, staring at the ceiling and running your hands through your hair with frustration.

It was three in the morning.

You've recently struggled to sleep at night, falling asleep around four in the morning, getting five hours of sleep, and yet feeling exhausted during the day.

Rolling over on your side, a huff escapes your lips as you reach your arm up to the nightstand, where your phones are plugged in. You take it off the charger and call your boyfriend, Rafe.

He responded within five seconds, sounding sleepy and worried. After you've finished stating your sleeping problems, he says he'll be there in ten minutes.

Rafe's truck can be heard from around the corner; a smile forms on your face. You put your slides on and one of Rafe's sweatshirt on then walk downstairs to the front door.

You snuck out of the house quietly and hopped into the passenger seat, greeted by the familiar perfume of Rafe's cologne combined with the subtle aroma of leather.

"Hey," he whispered softly, reaching over to offer your hand a comforting squeeze. "Ready?"

"Yeah," you replied, beaming warmly at him. "Thank you for this."

"Anything for you," he said, turning the truck into gear and driving away from your home turning out of the neighborhood.

He hands you his unlocked phone for music; you're usually on aux in his car. You pick the first song you liked and would set the mood.

You feel his right hand on your thigh, the thumb gently caressing. You let yourself relax under his touch.

"You want to grab something to eat?" He asks out of the blue, checking his shoulder before changing lanes and glancing at you for a response.

"Can we go to the store?" You recommended pointing to the store across the street. 

"Of sure, Baby.”

After getting some snacks, Rafe drove to your favorite spot, the beach. Generally this is your favorite spot to go whenever you want to get away from everything.

Rafe backed into the parking area so you could face the water in the dim light. You took the two blankets he keeps in the second row as he moved around to open your door.

Rafe drew you closer to him once the two of you had settled in. You looked up at him, admiring how blessed you were to have him.

"If you want to kiss me, just tell me," he quips, his eyes fixed on the water. You hit him in the chest, making him laugh, then kissed him.

"What's keeping you up all night princess?" He asks quietly, gently pushing your hair away from your face and examining your expression.

Rafe loathes witnessing you struggle to fall asleep or feel this way. Regardless of the circumstance, he has always been there for you in an instant. You find him most admirable in that regard. You are very fortunate to have him.

"I honestly don't know what's causing it," you shrugged, "stress might be the main factor or something else" was the only response you could give him right now. I'm not sure what is causing you to stay up late and never get enough sleep.

Rafe furrows his brows.

"You know I'd come sleep with you if you had problems falling asleep, and I don't want you to lose sleep. You value your sleep, I know that." You laugh at how much you value your sleep—you really do.

After a while, a few subjects are discussed. A cold breeze blows through the night, and the sound of the waves is calming. You can sense your own body becoming more at ease.

In silence, Rafe and you lay together covered by blankets. It seemed like the ideal moment. You drew closer to him— he also smells good.

"You almost ready to go?" Rafe asks curiously, "I don't want your parents waking up to you not in your bed" you stopped yourself after he finished his sentence, nodding. 

"Yeah we couldn't have that" you joke.

He turned on the ignition after the two of you got comfortable in the truck, allowing it to warm up for five minutes as you had been sitting on the bed with the truck turned off for an hour. 

It took ten minutes to make the drive back to your home. You didn't want to spend the remainder of the night apart from Rafe. Compared to before you saw him, you felt calmer and more content. 

"Can you stay?" If you think about it, what you're asking kindly amounts to pleading.

He replies sarcastically, "How can I refuse?" and then leans in to give you a kiss on the lips before turning off his truck.

Quitely entering your house with Rafe closely behind you. You turned your phone flashlight on incase of running into stuff and waking everyone up.

When you got to your room you took your slides and socks off your feet then flopping on your bed. Rafe took his shirt off along with shoes and socks. You opened your arms waiting for Rafe to get into bed with you.

"Don't worry, I'm coming," he says, placing his shirt on the desk chair across the room.

"Oh, that's what she said," you laugh.

Fake laughing, Rafe says, "Haha so funny" as he slides under the covers.

Snuggling closer to Rafe, you let out a sigh of relief as you kissed his naked chest several times and drew invisible hearts before feeling your eyes close.

You yawn with exhaustion, "Thank you for keeping me company tonight, baby, it means a lot, I love you."

"I love you too princess and that's what I'm supposed to do, take care of my beautiful girlfriend when she's in times like this."

You shared a final kiss with Rafe and then dozed out in each other's arms.

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JADE!!! WE WOULD LOVE TO SEE ANOTHER SPENCER X BADASS GIRL!!! maybe its a quiet day and reader & spencer just chilling and joking around in their little world and the others just watching ahahah

thank you for your request babe, I would love to write more for this pairing if u have requests!! ♡ fem!reader

"What are they doing?" Emily asks, a fierce whisper that carries across the jet. 

"I think they're flirting," JJ whispers back. 

Hotch closes the case file in front of him. There's nothing left to do until they get home but sit here in each other's company. You and Spencer seem to have realised this before anybody else, shoulder to shoulder, a book in his hands. He's slouched with his leg crossed over his knee, taking up the majority of the couch. You seem content to take the brunt of his weight while giggling softly by his ear. 

Hotch can't lie, he's genuinely startled by your behaviour. It's the total opposite of your usual affect.

"That's not flirting," Rossi says without looking up. 

Hotch has to agree. You brush a stray hair from Spencer's shoulder and he doesn't so much as blush, turning the page to show you something particular. You lean in closer still, hand resting now on his shoulder. 

That's not flirting, that's way beyond it. Spencer is practically in your lap, and you —wouldn't hug anyone on your birthday, didn't tell them where you were for four days when you had appendicitis until you were forced, cold, lone wolf you— look like you're about to cuddle him close and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. 

You're in your own little world. 

"I stopped expecting her to push him off twenty minutes ago," Derek says, as seemingly unbothered as Rossi. 

"Don't tell me you knew about this," Emily says incredulously. 

"They've been going on dates." 

"They what?" 

You laugh happily at Spencer's side, pointing at a specific line with the tip of your fingernail. "When asked, Moroscova said that the length of his stay was an act of perjury," you read. 

Spencer laughs at your quotation, sharing a secret smile with you. "That haircut is an act of perjury." 

Your eyes glow with a look Hotch knows well. Haley looked at him like that for years. "Thanks for reading this with me. I know I'm slow." 

"You're not slow. I'm really fast. There's a difference."

It's the definition of young love, Hotch thinks, all those heartfelt reassurances disguised as brags, stolen touches, Spencer's knuckles stroking up and down your outer thigh. 

He turns back to his book and you stare at the side of his face. It's a little heartbreaking. Hotch knows if things don't work out between you, you'll take it hard. Your affection for Spencer has always been in the silent things, undulating, until lately: you listen to him talk when nobody else has the patience, what must amass to hours and hours of stories and statistics; you defend him at every turn, in every precinct in every city; when Spencer has a hard time, you refuse to rest until he feels better. The case before this one, the unsub beat you across the face with the handle of his gun, and you leaned out of the ambulance with your eye glued shut to make sure Spencer got anaesthetic before his stitches. You look at him like he's hanging the moon in real time. 

"Okay, that's too much," Derek says. Hotch detects a hint of brotherly affection in it, but mostly disgust. 

You raise your gaze from Spencer's chest, the breezy smile playing on your lips flattening into a hard line. You send Derek your fiercest glare, him being the first in your line of sight, and Emily gets the shock of her life when you turn and narrow your eyes at her, too. 

Emily smiles widely. "Hey, how's it going over there?" she asks. 

"Why are you guys looking at me?" you ask. 

"You can't guess?" Derek says.

"If I could guess, I wouldn't have asked." 

Hotch gives you a disapproving look. Tone it down, Agent. 

"I just wanna know what's so interesting," you say, leaning into indifference.  

Spencer looks up from his book. "What?" 

"Nothing," you say, your tone gentler in a capacity only profilers might notice. "Don't worry about it."

Spencer sits up and your eyebrows pinch down. Hotch wants to save it and he also doesn't get paid enough. Everything works out in the end, he thinks, not believing himself even slightly as he gets up to make a cup of coffee at the back of the jet. Your sullen tones hardly reach him through the curtain and over the sound of the hot water kettle, Spencer's puzzled reassuring even quieter. 

[talagirl]

i think i am destined to be a stemgirl because to hear my mom tell it every single person in my dad’s family line is some kind of math prodigy (this is where i got the autistic gene)

[eustasskidagenda]

hello!! ^^ this is my first time requesting, so hopefully i'm doing this correctly :;

can I request a trafalgar law/reader hurt to comfort oneshot, where the two of them get into a really big argument or fight and reader decides to leave him alone for a long time, so THAT eventually leads to some problems between the two and Law has to make things right??

(basically reader gives law the silent treatment, and law is too prideful to admit his wrongs)

thank you in advance!!! I've really enjoyed reading your kid works, so i'd be happy to see more of your writing :)

☆Trafalgar Law x Reader giving him the silent treatment after an argument 

Hello dear anon, don't worry, you did it perfectly and thank you so much for your request. I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope it will match your expectation. Enjoy our dear emo boy!

CW : g/n reader, hurt&comfort, Law is bad at express how he feels, let me know if I forgot something

WC : around 2,000 words, whoops, I love Law way too much, I got carried away

Law is not a man of many words. That's the less you can tell. Always quiet about his plans, sometimes, you still struggle to understand what's going on in this beautiful mind. Usually, you just deal with it, supporting him as much as you can. But today, it's too much to handle. He is perpetually busy all day and night, and sometimes the bed is cold, and you know he didn't sleep with you. It hurts. You just have the feeling to carry on with this relationship alone. 

"We need to talk, Law." Busy with probably another shenanigan you don't know about, he totally ignores you and continues to read his newspaper. Again. Heavy-hearted, you close your eyes and clench your firsts. You can't step back and always try to round the corners. "Law", you insist. He finally drops the newspaper. "What, y/n-ya?" He asks, annoyed by the interruption. 

"Honestly, lately… I feel totally sidelined. You're always focused on your plans I don't nothing about, or busy with your patients. And it hurts" Law looks surprised by your words. Usually, you're more the one trying to smooth the things and trying to be super-comprehensive, because you do love Law, and you know he had been through a lot. Supporting him is the least you can do. But what about you? Your emotions? 

"I've not neglected you, y/n-ya. I'm just busy." Yes. That's the whole point. "You're always busy. If you don't need me anymore, just say it," you snarls, anger slowly heating your chest and burning your cheeks. Communication is maybe the key, but it's a struggle to communicate with someone as reserved as Law. The worst? You know he loves you. He's just… an aloof. Always distrustful. "Answer me," your voice is shaky from both anger and distress. " I have things to do, y/n-ya. Don't act like a child. I still feel the same way about you, and you know. " 

Maybe it's true, but you don't believe him anymore. You don't even remember the last time you kissed that sweet lips on him. And the feeling of his fingers entwined with yours, when you redraw the lines of his tattoos, cuddling with him in bed. How can you feel the absence of someone you see every day? "I miss you," you confess. "But I'm right here. With you. I need to get those things done, so please be patient." Why can't he understand? With that unreadable face, he's still sitting on his chair. What's going on his mind? "What things, then?" He sighs. "I can't tell." 

No. It's enough. Now, you're mad. "Stop pushing me away! I miss you. Do you realize the absurdity of missing someone I can see every day? It's been four days since we last slept together! This morning, you didn't kiss me! You're always taking me for granted and I feel like I'm transparent!" At last, you manage to get a response from him. He removes his hat, runs his hand through his hair, and his eyes darken as your anger is about to explode. "Can you not be patient? I need to… finish what I'm working on. "

No.

Not this time.

He has already stated that too many times before. Before Dressrosa. Before Wano. You already waited way too long. Even for someone as patient as you, it's too much. " I'm tired," you confess, the voice which with emotions. "It can't keep going like this. Why am I always the second choice for you?"

Maybe it's because you always give everything you have to him. Supporting him, regardless of what. You had to break his armor several times to get closer to him, despite his distant and detached personality. The moment he finally confessed about his past was beautiful. The nights you spend together, simply talking about your lives, goals, and dreams, are rooted in your heart. A warm memory of two souls bonding and finding comfort through words and confession. Now, everything is just fading away. And you hate how angry and confused you sound, when Law is just as calm as always. Does he even notice what you just said? You can't tell.

"You don't even answer me. Such a shame to be named heart pirates when you don't even have one." you explodes, shouting the words.

"I don’t think it's the right time to talk about this because you're too emotional y/n-ya. "

"And you're too logical!"

The saying goes that opposites attract, but you're not so certain anymore. 

"I'm just so fucking done!" Now, you're screaming and Law growls, "Shh, don't yell, everyone will hear us," he says, caring way too much about his privacy. "I don't care! Just say something! " He looks so tired, with his usual dark rings under his eyes. "Leave me or not, but do something because I'm so done with this shit. I'm the only one trying to communicate and make things right!"

You slam the door of his small office with anger and tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. He doesn't follow you. He remains confined, choking on his own pride. He probably thinks you will be back soon, as always after an argument. But not this time. You're really done. It's his time to make some efforts, to prove that he actually cares about you and your relationship. 

At the diner, he doesn't show up. During the night either. It's not easy to distance yourself from him. But you will not change your mind. After three days, he finally starts to realize that you will not come after him. 

Why aren't you bringing him his morning coffee, massaging his tensed shoulders, and spreading your stupid concealer under his eyes? All those small actions you always do to lighten his burden as a captain… damn, he never felt that lonely. But what can he do now? How can he fix the mess he made?

The Polar Tang's ambiance is as cold as a winter island after a week. Everybody noticed the huge tensions between you and the Law. The captain is irritable, barking orders at everyone and looking for you everywhere, but you're just hiding from him. He's exhausted by this situation. He's starting to understand what you said: he misses you, even if you're here. 

It's becoming too much for his tortured soul after 10 straight days. The pain in his heart is unbearable. In reality, he feels like a child he never had the chance to be: terrified, lost and alone. Are you going to leave him too? Why is everyone around him always dying or disappearing? Is it always his fault? Now, he feels miserable, almost crying alone in his office. He can't even focus when Bepo asks him to bandage a small wound he just made. His hair is messy because he runs his hands through it too much. Law sighs heavily. His nerves completely fading away as he struggles to bandage Bepo. Why the hell is he crying over a poor bandage? 

He's exhausted. Physically and mentally. An he misses you. Deeply. He understands everything you said that day. He understands how you have felt lately and it's a horrible sensation. You didn't deserve the way he pushed you away from everything. He misses the warmth of your body, the passion in your sweet kisses, and your hands redrawing his chest tattoo. 

He needs to make things right. 

In this situation, what Corazon would have done? 

Probably running after you after slamming the door, falling miserably on the ground, and crying pathetically with an ugly nose running. Law frowns. But at this point, he's so desperate that he wouldn't mind crawling and begging for your forgiveness. He stumbles out of his office, tired, and looks for you. How can you hide on such a small ship? "Have you seen y/n?" He asks to everyone and they all they say no. Are they lying? Where have you gone? Did something happen to you? Poor Law is so stressed right now, more than usual. He spent the entire day looking for you and failed. Is it too late? Have you just left? Without a goodbye? No. It can't be. He needs to see, kiss, and hug you. Just one more time, just one last time. Even if feels that he doesn't deserve you. 

He slams the door of the bedroom you used to share with brutal force. As he takes off his hat before laying on the mattress, he sighs and an idea crosses his mind. But he's afraid. Because if his plan is not working, it will mean you have already left the Polar Tang. For good. Hands shaking, he finally moves his fingers and mutters, 'room, shambles'. Your plushie disappears as you suddenly pop on the bed. 

Oh, thank god, you didn't leave. "Y/n-ya" he whispers, his voice thick with emotions. 

Your heart is pounding as you remain silent. Ten days. Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin helped you hide from Law for ten days straight. Giving him the silent treatment was a difficult choice and all you can hope for is that it actually worked. "I'm not a man of many words," he confesses. "But I do love you. I'm sorry for always pushing you away, please forgive me. It's just that... I need to keep you out of trouble. If you don't know my current plan for now, it's safer. " For someone as quiet as him, he's talking a lot. But still not enough."I think I've taken you for granted, but I want to be there for you. Please, let me stay by your side. Don't leave me, please." He almost begs, his voice thick with emotions. 

His gentle touch on your cheek almost melts you.  You missed those beautiful, smooth hands on your face. You get closer, enjoying the warm heat heating up your chest. "You're so beautiful", he whispers. He looks so genuinely innocent, discovering again all the small details of your face. What has he done to be so fortunate in love? Does he only deserve you? You can tell that he's not even sure as he waits for your answer, trying to hide the slight shaking in his movements. 

"I love you, Law." You gently assure him by kissing the tattoos on his fingers. As the solace embraces his heart, Law is melting inside.

He didn't lose you. It's not too late. "I know you're not good at words, so I won't ask for much. What you just said is already perfect. Thank you for confessing to me. I know it's hard for you to open up." you reassure him. "What should I do, y/n-ya? How can I show you that I care about you? I won't repeat this situation twice." His eyes are now shining with pure determination. "Just the small things you used to do before. Sleeping with me, giving me a hello and a goodnight kiss... you remember that? Our routines." Law nods, probably taking mental note. "I have to kiss you twenty times." You raise an eyebrow confusedly. "Why?" 

He shrugs. "It's been ten days since I last saw you. And I'm supposed to kiss you all mornings and evenings." He's so serious right now, you can't help but burst out laughing. He's not joking at all. God, you love this nerd so much. The confusion on his face is even more hilarious. " I love you," you sigh between two laughs. "Why are you laughing? Am I wrong?" That man is so smart, cold and logical, but with love… he's just a mess. A beautiful mess. The one you will always love and cherish. "You're so adorable."

And now, he's blushing. How dare you call him adorable? "Just come here," he sighs, grabs your hips, and sits you on his laps. His lips are sealed to yours, and he kisses you. Twenty times. And he's counting. Every kiss is filled with passion, love, unspoken emotions, and sweet promises. 

And, as always when you're together in the same bed, you end up redrawing the tattoos on his chest. As you gently caress his skin, he falls asleep, the tension finally leaving his face. You cradle your head against his chest. His heart is slowly beating, and he looks so calm right now. 

You are here with him, and his tortured mind can finally get some sleep.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Hey there! I really enjoy your posts about our resistant big boy König. I was wondering if you could create some hcs for the reader pampering him and taking care of him. Like maybe he has a stomach ache, so the reader gives him an abdominal massage or something if you’re comfortable with writing something like that. <3

Okay so first, I'm so sorry for being late. I got super busy this week. I've gone on three 6 hour long drives in the past four days. Three!!! I've been travelling north and my lord I'm bouncing all over the place. But, you're not here for me whinging about driving, we're here for the 'RESIDENT BIG BOY'.

I'm taking notes on that one, btw. That one's too good not to use. Resident Big Boy is now the best way to describe him. But yes, I am more than glad to go over some headcannons! König is a very silly man when he gets a bit under the weather, so let's go over why below the cut.

To put it bluntly, König is a big suck. He really is. He's emotionally mature enough to know that he's overreacting, but he's trained to deal with the worst, not mild inconveniences. For him, having a full fever is easier than dealing with a small problem. The worst part of it all is that it's usually self inflicted.

König doesn't really get colds. He also doesn't really get hurt badly (unless he's come back from a mission, but that's another post entirely). He's careful, neat and considerate with his actions. That said, he has these moments where you really have to question how he's still alive.

You see, König has this little saying that he learned from his family. It's his catchphrase, at this point. Horangi groans whenever he hears it. Stilleto puts her head in her hands. Hutch's eyes glaze over as he looks far off into the distance and shakes his head, quietly muttering, "It's not right, man. It's not right." With all these reactions, you might be wondering what exactly is König's favourite catchphrase?

"It's not an expiry date, it's a best by date."

König has had food poisoning many times.

So when König goes on a whole rant about how 'it's not that moldy, just eat around it', the whole company knows to just wait. Almost like clockwork, the only thing König will be eating for the next 24 hours are his words.

When he's sick, he'll go home and he'll make it your problem. His stomach will be cramping, he'll be spewing vomit like a sprinkler, and he'll be stuck in the bathroom for hours at a time. When he crawls out, you'll be there for him.

You'll have to change his bedding religiously for him. He's sweating up a storm over here. Each time you do, he'll thank you profusely and then collapse into bed.

You'll have to change his bucket. He has a designated vomit bucket (he's gotten food poisoning enough to have one marked and ready for the occasion). He'll always thank you and hold your hand. Thankfully, the military forces him to keep short hair so you don't have to hold that back, but he does really appreciate you rubbing his back. Honestly, who doesn't? It's the least you can do for someone turning their stomach inside out.

With his cramps, he'll pretend he's fine but at this point, you probably know better than to believe him when he says it doesn't hurt that much. Instead, get him a nice supply of heat packs for the worst cramps. However, he much prefers you holding him or rubbing his stomach. It's much more comfortable. He's so happy to have someone care for him like this. He might not be able to give back while he's sick, but he won't forget your kindness to him. He'll pay it back three-fold soon enough.

Every time you make him a light soup, every time you carefully feed him a plain salad or some cut fruit, he's delighted. He knows it might be coming back up in less than an hour, but he's grateful for anything you provide him. As long as it's edible, he'll eat it. (Just please remember to stay away from foods that are hard to digest, like protein, dairy and carbs. Maybe some plain toast with his soup is alright, but it's a good idea to give sick people simple food. Just a pro tip.)

He will curl up to you and use you as a blanket when he gets cold. He will soak up your heat like he's in the ice age. He can't get enough of your gentle touches or soft words. He clings to them as he clings to you, a suffocating embrace.

When you are too hot, he'll begrudgingly roll away and kick off all his blankets and sheets. That's a good sign that maybe you can step away and do some household chores for him. The house doesn't clean itself, after all. When he can appreciate your hard work properly, he'll gladly kiss you and hold you close. However for now, he'll just curl up and lay perpendicular to you and lay his head on your abdomen when you get back. He may not be able to kiss you right now, but he'll gladly curl up on the mattress with you.

Sometimes, he might need help walking to and from the bathroom, and that's always an ordeal. Unless you're strong enough, he'll just have you both toppling over in a heap of sickness and sweat. It'll be miserable. Instead, he'll have to force himself to stand a bit so he won't have you losing your balance. When he collapses back in the bed, he'll huff and puff and grumble about the bathroom being too far, but he'll live. Maybe take the time to run your hands through his hair and scratch his scalp. He'd like that quite a bit.

Anyways, I hope these are some decent headcannons! I am most certainly comfortable writing things like this, and you've inspired a post about König getting fully sick, and how to deal with that! I also might make one about him dealing with minor injuries, like stubbing a toe or spraining a muscle while training. I imagine this guy is an amazing survivalist, but his civilian survival skills are akin to that of a lemming.

[martitheevans]

So I made this post and people seemed to like it so I did a little bit of a drabble thing for it. It's nothing much I just thought it'd make a cute little vignette

(Not really set in any particular episode, probably about Season four or five)

The Impala began to drift towards the centre line on the road for what had to be the fifth time in since they began driving, Sam sighed and clicked his fingers in front of Dean’s face. His eyes flew open and he swerved the car back on track. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled and turned up the barely audible tape in the deck. “Nodded off.” 

“Just pull over, man,” Sam suggested, too tired to drive himself. “It’s late, nobody’s going to find us. We’ll be fine.” 

“There’s gotta be a town soon. Get the map out,” Dean replied, Sam wasn’t entirely sure he’d even listened to his suggestion. “A motel. I don’t know about you, but I could go for a slightly warm soda from a vending machine right now.”

“Dean,” Sam insisted. “Stop the car.” 

“Stop your face,” Dean retorted, sighing dramatically. 

“Look,” Sam pointed over to a wooded area that was cleared up for hikers and families, complete with a car park. “Park there. We can sleep.” 

“It’s always nag, nag, nag, with you,” Dean commented and tutted, but he began to turn into the parking lot. “Yes, honey, I'll pull in right here, is that alright?” 

Sam tsked at him and they pulled in. Dean announced their arrival by braking abruptly, making Sam nearly headbutt the dashboard. He looked proud of himself then got out. Sam glared at him as he went. 

“You sleeping in the front or the back?” he asked.

“I’ve been too tall for the back since I was fifteen,” he replied. Dean opened the boot of the car for the blankets the kept for times like these. “But you, on the other hand, are just the right size for it. Hell, we could put you in the glove compartment.” 

“I'm not even that short-!” 

“Where’s the other blanket?” Sam interrupted when Dean pulled out one old, polyester blanket. Dean narrowed his eyes and searched around some more, then sighed. 

“Remember when we had to camp overnight for those vampires?” he asked, Sam groaned. “And somebody had to put out the campfire with it because they set the fire up somewhere it would easily spread-” 

“And that was nothing to do with the fact that someone had the genius idea to throw ‘just a little bit’ of gasoline on it because it ‘wasn’t lighting fast enough’ for them?” Sam retorted. “Nobody does that, Dean! That’s insane! You nearly lit the whole place up!” 

“Look, the point is,” Dean began waving him off. “We have one blanket and two of us.” 

They glared at each other for a seconds, before silently agreeing to a rock/paper/scissors battle. After a tense few seconds, Sam used rock, Dean used scissors. 

“Always scissors,” Sam jeered. Dean glared and shook his head. 

“Best of three,” he suggested. Sam sighed but obliged him. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot. Dean used paper, Sam used scissors. 

“And whenever I point it out you always switch to paper,” he continued. Dean groaned, they needed to figure out other ways to figure out stalemates than a game which is impossible to play with people you know too well. 

“I hope it’s filled with bedbugs,” Dean grunted, tossing the blanket at Sam’s face and closing the boot. The chill in the air already starting to get at him, no doubt beginning to have its affect in the car. 

He climbed into the car and curled in on himself in the backseat, keeping his jeans on, as uncomfortable as they were, to stave off the cold. He wished Sam night, and tried to get to sleep before the temperature fully set in. 

Even as his mind began to fall asleep, he was still aware it was getting fucking cold. He was shivering and his sleep was far from sound. Why was it so damn wintery in May anyway? 

Cas appeared in the car, which was stationary in a parking lot outside of a forest. He looked around in the dark for who he had come to see, spotting Sam first. He was stretched out as much as the footwell would allow him in the passenger seat. Dean was lay to Cas’s side, with his head pillowed on Sam’s empty, rolled-up canvas bag. 

Human sleep cycles were a mystery to Castiel, they seemed to waste so much time with it, or maybe it was just the Winchester’s that were so peculiar. Rarely they were ever asleep when it seemed to be the ‘appropriate’ time of day to do so. 

Something he did know was that when you wake a human, they become slightly hostile. So, he quickly decided that whatever he had come to tell them could wait, it wasn’t very time sensitive. Plus, he had been watching over Dean periodically since he had last seen him, he had to have been exhausted. 

He was about to leave when he cast a cursory checking glance at Dean and noticed his shaking form. He wasn’t awake, but he was cold, a sensation Cas had never felt but understood as unideal for sleeping conditions. Castiel couldn’t just leave him like that. 

Quietly, he shouldered off his trench coat, hoping it would be enough to keep him warm. He placed his over him, tucking it around him with the utmost gentleness so as not to disturb him. Dean seemed to almost immediately become more comfortable in it.  

Cas decided he quite liked the sleeping version of Dean, not any more than the awake version. It was pleasant to see him uninhibited by the literal weight of the world on his shoulders and lacking in the bite and sharpness that seemed etched into his sense of self. He was calm, and Cas liked seeing him calm. 

Then, he composed himself. Dean Winchester was an enigma to him. but he ought to remain that way. If being an angel as long as he had been had taught him anything, it was that resisting temptation was often the best route to take. He needed to remain professional if he wanted to keep his place. 

He left Dean wrapped in his coat, resolving to get it back the next day when the two brothers were awake, and disappeared. He didn’t stay around for the next morning, when Dean found himself strangely comforted by Cas leaving his coat to keep him warm. The feeling welling up something warm in his heart he hadn’t felt in a very long time. 

[agaypanic]

hii im sorry if you're getting so many requests, but may I request Bernard and an afab he/they human reader? The reader is close friends with Charlie and once loved and adored Christmas but after their mom died they stopped believing altogether, so Charlie takes them to (i thinks its Christmas town??) and Bernard takes up the job personally to reignite the readers belief in Christmas. I hope this makes sense, I'm sorry if it doesn't!

Little Secret (Bernard the Elf X TransMasc!Reader)

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Summary: After losing your mom, Charlie notices that you’ve lost all Christmas spirit. Being the son of Santa Claus, he decides to bring you to the North Pole, where you meet the Head Elf.

A/N: could be read as platonic or romantic i think. mentions of death and grief

***

“Charlie, I really don’t want to intrude.” You protested as your best friend and college roommate helped you pack your suitcase. “I’m fine with staying here, I promise.”

“Y/n, there’s no way I’m letting you stay here. You’ll be miserable!” He looked at you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Besides, no one should be alone during Christmas.”

“It’s just Christmas.” You muttered a bit bitterly. Charlie sighed, pursing his lips at you, but he said nothing.

This was the first Christmas you’d be celebrating without your mother, whom you lost earlier in the year. Christmas had been your favorite time of year, but with her gone, it felt like there was no point in celebrating anymore. You couldn’t wait for the holiday to pass so you could stop dreading it.

Charlie felt inclined to help you change your view on the holiday. He was your friend, and he hated seeing you so miserable, especially during such a happy time of year. But there, of course, was another reason he was so adamant about helping you get through the holiday.

You arrived at Charlie’s mom’s house late that night. She and Neil welcomed you with open arms like they always did, which made you feel a bit better than you had when you left campus. The four of you had dinner together before settling in the living room. Eventually, Laura and Neil went to bed. Feeling tired yourself, you wanted to do the same. But you didn’t want to leave Charlie or be alone in your shared room, so you stayed put, slowly falling asleep on the couch as some movie played in the background.

***

As you slowly woke up, you felt colder than you did when you fell asleep. It felt like someone had put a high-speed fan in front of your face, the cold biting at you no matter how you tried to shield yourself from it.

“Dad, I think they’re waking up.” You heard Charlie’s voice as you slowly opened your eyes. Suddenly, Charlie appeared above you, a dark night sky behind his head. This confused you even more, because you don’t remember falling asleep outside. “Have a good nap, Y/n?”

“Where are we?” You asked groggily, slowly sitting up. The sight of your surroundings almost made you faint. “Charlie, where are we?!”

You were thousands of feet in the air, flying over sea and ice. That explained why you were so cold. But what you didn’t understand was why the man flying whatever you were sitting in was dressed in red and white like he was Santa Claus.

“The North Pole!” Charlie replied with a bright grin.

“What?!”

Suddenly, you slowed down, reaching a vast land covered in snow. You were too scared to look down, but whatever you were sitting in, you were starting to guess it was a sleigh, lowered to the ground and then deep below it. The lower the sleigh went, the warmer you became, which you were thankful for.

As you went further underground, the man driving the sleigh turned to look at you. This must have been some insane, elaborate prank because he truly looked like Santa Claus.

“Hey, Y/n!” He said, and you recognized the voice as Charlie’s father.

“Mr. Calvin?” You said hesitantly, eyes flitting to Charlie, who nodded in confirmation.

“Come on, kid. I told you, you can call me Scott.”

“Or Santa,” Charlie added with a laugh.

The three of you jolted slightly as the sleigh finally touched the ground. As you looked around, you debated whether to jump out of the sleigh and start running, or to curl up in a ball and hope that this was just a dream. Seeing a crowd of kids around the sleigh talking loudly and staring at you made you lean towards the latter.

You were about to ask a million questions, but someone came up to sleigh, looking at Scott.

“Santa, finally, you’re back.” He said, staring at him sternly. He didn’t seem to be much older than you or Charlie. “You’ve only checked the naughty and nice list once; you’re supposed to do it twice. Christmas is in six days.”

“Bernard, Bernard, Bernard.” Scott patted the man’s shoulder. “You worry too much. I can check a list with two billion names on it before Christmas.”

“You brought guests,” Bernard said suddenly, giving a polite nod to Charlie before staring at you. It was clear that you were the odd man out in the sleigh. 

“Yes! Bernard, this is Y/n, Charlie’s roommate.”

Bernard gasped in horror, making you flinch. You wonder what Charlie and his father have been telling these strange people about you to warrant such a reaction.

“You brought a…” Bernard looked around at the rest of the kids in the room. They had started to disperse, but it was clear that some were still listening. He leaned in to whisper something to Scott before pulling back. “Here?!”

“Yes, yes, I did. But don’t worry, because you’re gonna help fix that!”

Incredibly confused by the conversation happening in front of you, you leaned over to Charlie.

“What the hell are they talking about?” You asked. “And what did that guy call me?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Charlie patted your back before getting his dad’s attention. “Dad, I’m gonna show Y/n around the workshop.”

“The what?” Your questioning was ignored as Charlie dragged you out of the sleigh. You quickly glanced back at Scott and Bernard, who was staring at you with a mixed expression, before being yanked out of the room.

***

It took a few hours to wrap your head around what was happening. Apparently, Charlie’s dad was Santa Claus. The Santa Claus, and had been since Charlie was a little kid. All the kids that had flocked around the sleigh when you landed in the North Pole were actually elves, all older than anyone you’ve known by at least five times. And Bernard, who was in charge of the workshop, was the oldest of them all.

You were still half convinced this was some weird dream.

But when you woke up to a knock on the door and realized you were still in the festive bedroom that Charlie had taken you to after the tour he gave you, it was clear that this wasn’t a dream. Weird? Yes. Dream? No.

Groggily, you stumbled out of bed and went to the door. You had no idea what time it was, but you were mentally cursing this mystery person for waking you up.

“Hi.” Bernard was standing in front of you, looking a tad bit impatient.

“Hi…?” You replied, wondering what he was doing at your door at… well, whatever time it was. “I didn’t order a wake-up call.” You tried to joke, rubbing some of the sleep out of your eyes.

Surprisingly, Bernard let out a little laugh. Well, it wasn’t much of a laugh. He just made a small sound as he exhaled through his nose, but you decided to count it.

“No, Santa did.” It was your turn to do a small laugh that didn’t seem much like a laugh. Already, this conversation seemed absolutely ridiculous. “He charged me with looking after you, showing you around, that kind of thing.”

“Looking after me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “No offense, but I’m a big boy; I think I can manage.” 

To be perfectly honest, you were planning to spend however long your stay was locked in your room. Wandering around a place filled with holiday spirit and festive decor didn’t feel very appealing to you.

“I bet you can, but I’m afraid he insisted. Charlie, too.”

You sighed. You didn’t really know what your friend was up to, but you knew you would have a few words with him when you got back to school.

Bernard seemed like he wasn’t going to budge on the matter, so you nodded.

“Fine. Lemme just…” You looked down at your clothes, deeming your loose pajamas a bit unfitting for the below-freezing temperatures of the North Pole. “I gotta change first.”

Without waiting for a response, you shut the door on Bernard. You made quick work of changing your clothes, making sure to layer up as much as you could without restricting your mobility. When you slipped your shoes on and opened the door again, Bernard perked up and smiled.

“So, what do you wanna do?” He asked you as you walked down a long hallway.

“I dunno; what is there to do around here?”

***

Turns out, there was a lot to do at the North Pole. You almost felt bad for the elves because they had to work until Christmas, but they somehow didn’t seem to mind.

You and Bernard started by walking around the town square, where he pointed out every shop and activity, hoping that something would pique your interest. The two of you went through various stores that sold candies, snowglobes, and loads of other Christmas-themed objects. Eventually, you got tired of walking around and were getting a bit chilly, so Bernard took you to what he deemed to be the best hot chocolate shop in all of the North Pole.

“Where are we going?” You asked, holding your giant mug close to your chest as Bernard took you out of the shop, heading out of Christmas town and close to a bundle of trees.

“I know a place.” He answered, sparing you a small glance and smile. “And being Head Elf, it gets to be my little secret.”

After a few minutes of trudging through snow, you found yourself at a small clearing. It was absolutely beautiful. Although you hated the chill of the heavy snow, it made the place look enchanting. Near you, at the edge of the trees, was a bench with an awning, so it was the only thing not covered in white. You could see a good-sized patch of ice on the other side of the clearing. It was probably a pond or small lake that never melted because of the constant below-freezing temperatures.

“I can see why you’d keep a place like this to yourself.” You say to Bernard as the two of you settle on the bench. You stirred your cocoa with the candy cane that came with your drink, sighing in contentment after taking a sip. 

“Yeah, I rarely ever come though.”

“Why?” You asked, glancing at him only to find that he was already looking at you.

“Too busy.” He shrugged. “Sure, December’s always the busiest, but it’s not like the workshop just stops working for the rest of the year.”

You nodded, and you fell into a bit of silence. Just drinking hot cocoa and watching snow fall.

When your mugs were empty and the sky started getting a bit darker, you decided it was time to head back into town.

“Thanks for showing me this place; it’s really nice.” You say as you try to step in the footprints you made on the way in. Something annoying about the winter snow was the way it clung to your shoes, and you’d have to kick against the doorframe to get it all off. “I promise not to tell anyone about your little secret.”

“I think it’s safe to say that it’s our little secret now,” Bernard said, patting your shoulder.

***

The next few days were better than you thought they’d be. You spent a lot of time with Bernard and Charlie, either in the workshop, having hot cocoa and cookies, or going to the clearing in the woods. Somehow, despite being surrounded by elves and Christmas decorations and such, you sort of forgot that Christmas was just around the corner.

Until you woke up on Christmas Eve.

Charlie was the one to wake you up, because Bernard had to do a final checklist on everything before Scott (you refused to call him Santa) took off for the night. You wished his holiday spirit could rub off on you a bit, because you were worried about bringing the mood down with your constant thoughts of loss. But with the elves’ franticness and Charlie’s sunny disposition, it seemed no one really noticed.

Before Scott had to go to the sleigh, you and Charlie said goodbye to him and wished him luck. Then, when Charlie asked you what you wanted to do, you told him you wanted to go for a walk alone. Knowing your feelings regarding the holidays, he nodded and said he’d see you later. Although he brought you to the North Pole to try to help you regain some of the Christmas spirit you had once lost, the last thing he wanted to do was force you into reliving memories that now felt tainted.

You found yourself at the clearing. Your and Bernard’s little secret. You bundled yourself up in a blanket you had grabbed from your room, watching the snowfall.

You were glad that Bernard showed you this place, grateful even. It was the one place here that didn’t make you feel too miserable. The memories attached to this place were filled with Bernard, hot chocolate, and laughs.

“Thought I’d find you here.” You were startled out of your thoughts by Bernard, who walked over to you holding two large steaming cups with candy canes. It had become your usual drink for the last couple of days. 

“I thought you were looking after the workshop.” You said, giving a quick nod of thanks as Bernard handed you your drink and settled beside you. “You know, having to get everything ready for… him and stuff.”

“He just left.” You noticed that Bernard had started trying to refrain from saying ‘Santa’ around you. Maybe because he knew how ridiculous the whole thing felt to you. Or perhaps he knew about your view on the holiday itself. Either way, you were a bit grateful for it. “Thought I’d try to find you.”

“Well, here I am.” You clinked your mug against Bernard’s, and the two of you drank. The hot liquid warmed you from the inside, and you closed your eyes, leaning your head back.

There was a beat of silence before Bernard decided to speak.

“I’m sorry about your mom.” It was quiet, but the last word made your eyes shoot open. You looked at him for a moment.

“Did Charlie tell you?” It was the only reason you could think of. Either him or Scott. Despite all the time you’ve spent with Bernard recently, you had never brought up your mother.

“Kind of.” Bernard tapped the side of his cup, leaning back in his seat and looking at you. “Being Head Elf and all, I check the naughty and nice list before it gets to the big guy. And… I saw what you wanted for Christmas.” You nodded in understanding. 

“I’m a bit surprised I was on the list at all.” You said. “I don’t think I’ve really believed in Christmas or magic or anything since she died. No offense.”

“Everyone’s on the list, no matter what.” Bernard gave you a tightlipped smile. “And none taken. I’ll admit I was a bit... hesitant about you being here at first. I wasn’t sure what a non-believer in the North Pole would do to the magic.” You nodded, now understanding why he acted the way he did when he first met you at the sleigh. “I got you something.”

“What?” You looked at him in surprise.

“I don’t really know where you stand on the holiday right now, but I figured you should at least still have a present.” 

Bernard dug into his pocket and held his hand out, covering the small object with his hand. When you grabbed it, he lifted his hand to reveal a snow globe. The inside was a tiny replica of the clearing you were sitting in now.

“It’s enchanted.” He said, looking at you looking at the globe. “If you shake it, it’ll show you a memory of your mom that you want to see.”

You looked at him suspiciously, but he looked serious. You figured you might as well give it a try. After all, you’ve seen flying reindeer and creatures that were a few hundred years old. You were starting to become a bit more open-minded.

Giving the snow globe a quick shake, you watched as the little white flecks swirled around. When they dispersed, you saw that Bernard had been telling the truth. You remembered this moment; it was one of your favorite memories with your mom. She was making frosting for Christmas cookies, and a younger you sat on the kitchen counter, swinging your legs. You talked about anything you could, and she did nothing but listen. Like she always did. The only times she tried to shut you up was so you could taste the frosting she made.

When the little snowflakes swirled back around and fell to the bottom, the memory had disappeared. You looked up at Bernard, only realizing a few tears cascaded down your cheeks when he lifted his hand to wipe them away.

“I know it’s not exactly what you had wanted, but I hope you like it.”

“I love it.” You insisted, setting your mug and globe next to you on the bench so you could wrap your arms around Bernard. He put down his mug and patted your back comfortingly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” When you separated, you smiled at each other, and you opened your tightly wrapped blanket to put part of it around his shoulders. The two of you huddled together for some more warmth. “So, do you think you’ll come back to the North Pole next year?”

You glanced at the snow globe before leaning your head on Bernard’s shoulder. In turn, he rested his head on yours.

“I’d like that.”

***

Bernard the Elf Taglist: @katerinaval

[bellaxgiornata]

Below the cut is an unedited and very rough excerpt from chapter one of yet another side project I'm currently working on. It is a Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader story where Reader can travel the multiverse and is being hunted because of that ability. It is tentatively titled Keep Coming Back to You. There's also a world of intelligent zombies Reader gets pulled into whenever she really panics which she calls Nightmare 1. In the story, she starts out meeting college Matt and Foggy but because of her ability and her need to hide, she obviously disappears often. So she eventually meets a slightly older Matt (season 1?) as time passes. And this story will be an angsty slowburn after some initial romance (all thanks to you Elektra).

This is a very, very rough concept I'm still working on which will also probably involve Doctor Strange at some point.  And I'm going to say it's 18+ for some smut (because we all know I write smut) and violence/gore (I mean...there's zombies). Just curious who is even interested before I invest too much time in this one.

Anyway, below the cut is a raw snippet from the middle of chapter one!

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"You can't hide forever, girl," they called out again. 

You tried to ignore them, your eyes searching for the thread that you had always felt a slight draw towards, though lately it was getting harder and harder to find through the multitudes of universes. Home–that thread meant Home to you. Or at least lately it had become something like Home. You figured you’d jump there and then quickly find somewhere else to jump to lose them for good for a while.

"The others couldn't hide from me either," they told you, their voice closer. 

Their words caused you to pause, momentarily distracted as the threads glittered before you, varying shades of colors and lights softly reflecting along your jeans. 

"You’re not the only one, Serena," they continued, smug satisfaction in their tone. "And I know that's not your real name, girl."

Your head snapped to your left. They were standing at the bottom of the playset’s slide now, staring right at you through the dark with a menacing smile. The teeth of the young man they were currently possessing flashed at you like a warning. A terrified shiver ran down your spine at the sight.

"I always get them eventually," they called up to you. "Just like I'll get you."

Ice cold fear shot its way through your veins. Before you could control it, something was tugging sharply at your body. That horrifyingly familiar feel of cold hands gripping your shoulders and yanking you forcefully backwards hit you hard. 

And then you were falling. 

Your stomach felt like it was flying up into your throat, your organs shifting and squeezing unpleasantly inside of you as you were pulled–the second worst possible thing that could have happened to you in that moment. 

Just as fast as it had started the sensation stopped. You landed hard on your knees along cracked pavement, wincing in pain at the rough drop. Your hands instinctively flew forward, scratching roughly along the broken cement as you tried to steady yourself on all fours. Panting hard, you looked up and surveyed your surroundings while hoping against all hope you weren’t where you thought you were. But your heart fell to the demolished road beside you the moment you took in the sight of the plant life overtaking the decrepit houses around you. Eyes closing, you tried to fight back the sting of tears.

Not here again. 

A fresh wave of panic rolled through you as you quickly and quietly rose to your feet. It had been awhile since you’d been to this world, but you remembered exactly what you needed to do. You needed to be silent. You needed to remain calm. And you needed to get the fuck out of here as fast as you possibly could. Before one of those things found you. You just needed a second to catch your breath and scan your surroundings to make sure you were safe and alone. Then you would find a safe universe and jump again.

That's it, you told yourself. Just calm down. I'll get out of here, I always do. Just need to stay calm.

You tried to take a steady breath, keeping your eyes open while you scanned the area around you. Carefully you expelled the breath as gently as you could, your eyes taking in the sight of the apocalyptic neighborhood. There was a gaping hole in the roof of the house just in front of you, the front door entirely missing. Both houses beside it had broken windows and ivy snaking its way up the front of them. The exterior paint had long since faded and the mailboxes out front were rusted and tipped to the side. But at least you didn't see any movement. As you observed your surroundings, you kept an ear out and listened to every single noise around you. For now, the soft whistle of wind through the copse of trees nearby was thankfully all you could hear. Everything else was quiet.

Good. Silence was good here. Silence met one of those things weren't about to jump out and try to savagely rip you to shreds and eat you like you were their last meal.

Or infect you.

Fuck, I hate this place.

Cautiously you made your way through the tall grass as it brushed against your jeans, the soft swish of it hitting your ears. The overcast light from the sun sneaking through the cloud cover overhead was a sharp contrast to the dark night you'd just been running through moments ago. 

Traveling through worlds was incredibly strange. It could be broad daylight in one place, but then you could jump and end up somewhere where it was pitch black seconds later. Same with the weather–it could be springtime somewhere, with birds chirping and flowers blooming, and then another moment you were landing in three feet of freezing cold snow in a pair of shorts. 

Your concept of time was entirely fucked at this point.

Moving on the front of your feet, you tried to make as little sound as possible as you walked. It was difficult to catch your breath, trying in vain to keep your labored breathing steady and quiet after that chase you’d barely escaped. You just wanted to get your back against something solid and search the threads for a universe that felt safe to jump to. That was your focus right now.

You moved slowly, careful to be as soundless as you could and grimacing at the stains of old blood you saw splattered along the panels of the house as you walked. You crept your way gradually around to the side of the house, glad that it was windowless. Very carefully you turned, stepping backwards until your back hit the wall. At least nothing could sneak up behind you while you worked now.

With a sharp exhale through your nose you tried to focus on the space before you yet again. Gradually the threads of multiple universes appeared, shimmering in the overcast light of the day. This time there was a rush of blues and purples that came forward. You squinted, reaching two fingers tentatively out and trying to get a feel for a few threads of light. 

Maybe you needed to find somewhere new. Somewhere that they wouldn't easily think to find you. But you hated finding new worlds. You never knew what you would be walking into every time you jumped. Though usually if you trusted your instincts you would end up in a world similar to your Home. Right now that's what you needed to find.

A noise came from not too far away, cutting through the silence. You froze instantly at the sound, your fingers holding onto a thread as your eyes darted to the side. And then the jarring, guttural, screeching noise that plagued your nightmares rang out through the trees nearby. The hair along your arms instantly rose, a prickling feeling growing at the base of your skull.

Your jaw clenched, your heart rate rising again. Time was up. You needed to get out of here now. You didn't need to encounter one of those again. You had nothing to fight it with and you sure as shit wouldn't manage to outrun it. 

As the terrifying, rasping growl cut through the air around you yet again, you knew exactly what that sound meant from the time you’d spent here before. It was searching, probably having caught onto the fresh scent of the blood on your scraped hands. But before you could pull the thread of light between your fingers and jump, it disappeared. All of the colorful lights before you suddenly vanished.

"Shit," you whispered. 

That loud, rasping roar reverberated through the air again and shot another spike of fear and adrenaline through you. 

It had gotten closer. 

As you turned, trying to remain calm, you prepared to hide in the house behind you. But that’s when you heard it. Something like a high-pitched shriek in response. There was a second one. And they were communicating with each other. You knew what that sound meant.

They knew something was here.

[leelahsrose]

HONEY. | LIL MEECH

chapter four.

"𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣."

- Gallant, circa 2019

1:20 AM

Khaleesi holds the straps of her backpack as she kicks the front door closed behind her. She had gotten Kamari to drop her off blocks away, it took minutes of convincing to prevent him from doing it in front of her house instead. The walk was nice, anyways. She falls back against the towering door, her front teeth biting down on her bottom lip.

She couldn't wait to get home to feel all the emotions she obstructed in front of him. Her underwear, completely drenched. The cold draft swooshing around the house hits her naked legs. Khaleesi had changed in his car, putting on a pair of gym shorts in his backseat and the jacket covering her encrusted bra. She had clothes of her own but, he insisted, he wanted her to carry him around with her everywhere she went.

Her hands run up her arms, she stares straight back into the pit of blackness that was the corridor it leads to the spacious kitchen. A body emerges causing her to jump, her mother was startled as well. "Leesi Taylor! What are you doing sneaking around this house?" Her voice barely above a whisper but still yelling. "Where are you coming from?" Alicia Taylor's eyes had widened, waiting for her to reply.

"She went to get her backpack, what took you so long?" Kali nudges her head towards the stairs, her sister was back early and she hope she had an excuse.

"I wanted Kali to help me do my college essay, ma. It's due at the end of summer and I'm really trying to get it done. I know how much this is important to you."

"Okay, don't keep your sister up too late Kali. Remember, Leesi you have that college ball later this evening." Alicia arches her plucked eyebrow at the both of them, she waves her hand and heads upstairs with a mug of hot coffee. As she reaches the top of the stairs, her back turned: Kali throws her arms in the air. Khaleesi and her sister began to argue silently, they stop immediately when their mother turns around completely. "By the way, Q is back. He traveled down here last night, make sure you text him he's out and about."

She finally makes her way to the grand bedroom at the end of the hall where their father slept. The double doors closing behind her as Khaleesi makes her way upstairs, she stops where Kali is and sighs. "That was a close one, girl, you timed it wrong. It's always 3, 3 in the fucking morning." Her big sister has a look of annoyance on her face, Leesi could understand why she was mad.

Her shift was usually over at 3 and that's when everyone in the house was knocked out. No sleep walkers, no wanderers, just dead silence. "Kali, please. She didn't even notice, mom doesn't look deep into shit like that." Her sisters eyebrows crease together, she couldn't understand why Khaleesi was calm all of sudden. As if she didn't care if they got caught.

"Fuck that, what clothes are you wearing?" Kali grabs her sisters wrist and pulls her toward her room, she shuts the door behind them and stands at the entrance: her hands planted on her hips. "Jesus Christ, Khaleesi, if mom took another step toward you she could've easily smelled that niggas cologne!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Their voices were soft but filled with frustration, Khaleesi wants everyone in her household to leave her alone, why was everyone always trying to control her? Kali leans forward and tugs on Kamari's jacket.

"This, did you both-"

"No." Khaleesi looks over to the side, her eyes finding a random spot to gaze at. "We just kissed." Kali steps back and smiles, she begins to laugh and points to Khaleesi: her finger shaking up and down. "I don't have time for this, I'm tired." She squeezes the straps of the backpack and heads toward the door.

"Leesi-"

"You're the one who wanted me to talk to him, why is this such a big deal?! You've had guys in the past and Q has been fine with it. Me and you both!" Khaleesi had turned around, her eyes watery: tears threatening to fly down her cheeks. Kali notices how visibly upset she is, the feeling in her chest aching. She wipes her sisters tears away with her thumbs, Khaleesi grabs her wrists, holding her hands there.

"Khaleesi, he's an enemy. That's the difference. You know how Q is."

"Kali, he's not a fucking enemy and you know that! He was y'all's friend, best friend at that! Be for real. We grew up with him and his family."

"You don't even know who he is, we don't know who Kamari is anymore! Leesi, he's dangerous like Q. He's in his own fucking lane, honestly. What if he kills you? What if he's playing you, Leesi?! He could be trying to get back at Q for all we know! I only let you talk to him because we were having fun that night, it was harmless fun. It was supposed to be harmless but you're playing a dangerous game. We just got dealt a bad hand, how was I supposed to know who he was?"

She never thought about it that way, Khaleesi's lips were slightly apart as she breathes heavily. Did he set-up this whole thing? Her eyes held Kali's gaze, she had a look of melancholy on her face. "That's why I didn't wanna make it look like that way because I know you still like him, Khaleesi. But you, you need to dead this shit with him before he fucking kills you."

Khaleesi nibbles on the tip of her left hand's fingers, her eyes squeeze shut and tears dance down her cheeks. "He would never-"

"He would, look at how quick he turned on Q." She breathes out a deep breath, her eyes closing as she buries her face in her hands.

11:30 PM

next day.

A full moon was out tonight, the sky was dotted with thousands of stars. Khaleesi and Kali walk shoulder to shoulder down the cities sidewalk, the bus stop wasn't too much further. The sound of laughter and loud chatter is heard behind them, multiple people standing in line to get in the Diamond. Kali throws a jolly rancher at Leesi and she catches it quickly. She twists open the wrapper and pops the green apple candy in her mouth.

"I hate that flavor."

"What? It's the best one."

"Nah, grape is."

They feel the ground beneath their feet begin to vibrate, Kali was the first to turn around. "Khaleesi." Leesi turns around and watches as Kamari's charger drives up beside them. The sleek black surface of the vehicle shimmers underneath the yellow street lights.

"Fuck." Khaleesi grabs her sisters hand then glances back at her.

"Can a nigga give his lady a ride?" He stops the car and hangs his arm out of the window, his front teeth biting on his bottom lip. "You look good." Khaleesi feels her legs tingle well, it started at her feet then snuck it's way up. The way they were looking at each other was as if they were communicating through eye contact. "Baby, just get in."

"Why you want my sister to go with you so bad? Come on Khaleesi, let's get the fuck out of here." Kali begins to pull her along, Kamari could see she didn't want to go: the look on her face said it all.

"Yo, what the fuck you say?" He parks the car and gets out of the vehicle, the sound of the door slamming startles Khaleesi. "Khaleesi! I know you hear me talking." He grabs her waist and Kali pulls a pocket knife out her bra.

"Kali, chill!"

"Well tell him to get his hand off you! Now."

"Mari, just go." Khaleesi grabs his hand and kisses the back of it. "I gotta leave."

"What you mean you gotta go?" His voice cracking, just a little, Khaleesi glances over at Kali.

"I'm not leaving you alone with him-"

"Listen, can you please just give me some time to talk to my girl?"

"Nigga-"

"Please." Kali crosses her arms over her chest and eyes Khaleesi for several seconds before they switch over to Kamari. She continues to walk straight ahead and up the sidewalk, giving the two their privacy. His body turns to Khaleesi now, he steps closer to her.

"I'm sorry."

"Do you even agree with what your saying?"

"I can't trust you, Mari! You switched on Q whose to say you won't do that to me?!"

"The fuck are you talking about?" Khaleesi turns away from him and crosses her arms over her chest. She reaches down to the edge of her black shorts, tugging at the sides of them. "I wouldn't hurt you in any way, I don't know who put that shit in your head but I don't wanna kill you. Me and Q's situation is nothing like ours."

"Walk away."

"No." His figure towering over hers as he gazes down at Khaleesi.

"Kamari, trust me this is not what you want."

"How the hell you know what I want?" Khaleesi tilts her head then rolls her eyes out of annoyance, why was he being so persistent? Why couldn’t he just let her go. She turns around—beginning to make her way up the sidewalk. “I fucking love you, Khaleesi.”

Her steps gradually stop, Leesi turns around on her heels and treads up to him: she tangles herself into his arms. His hands instantly wrapping around her waist. "You can't just leave me like that."

She pecks his lips, her hand resting on the back of his neck. Leesi goes in for another kiss, he beats her to it. His tongue slipping into her mouth, she moans quietly on his lips: her hands holding him back.

"Man, fucking move." His fingers wrap around her neck, she gasps as he presses her against the wall. Their lips move smoothly over one another, perfect match: perfect fit. The pressure around her neck made her squeeze his shirt harder.

"Please." She lays her head on his shoulder then pulls away swiftly.

"Come with me."

"I can't leave, Kali."

Kali runs up to the both of them and slaps her hand against Khaleesi's shoulder. "I have to go back to the club, Leesi, come on." Kamari grabs her hand and pulls her in, he eyes her big sister.

"We finna see you later." He stands in front of her, her fingers intertwining with his.

"Khaleesi, let's go. I don't have all night and Q is looking for us. I'm gonna get one of the girls to take us home so we don't have to deal with this stupid motherfucka."

"What's your problem, Kali?" Kamari scowls at her, his eyebrow arching up towards the sky.

"What?!"

"I said, what the fuck is your problem Kali?" Kamari walks closer to her, he has a tan hoodie on and a silver cuban chain laying across his neck. His voice, deep and full of irritation. "We finna dead this shit right now."

"You're gonna be Q's problem soon if you don't stay away from my sister, Kamari."

"Man, fuck your traitor ass brother!"

Kamari has nothing but anger congested in his voice, Kali throws up her middle finger carelessly as she begins to walk toward the Diamond. "Yea, fuck you too and stop telling my girl stupid shit about me, bruh."

"The shit that I tell her has some truth to it." Kali stops on the sidewalk, she stomps her way up to him and pushes her finger into his chest. "You better take of my care of my sister or I swear-"

"She with me so she alright, I got her." She stares at him for what seem like forever, his eyes held nothing but truth. Kali looks past Kamari and to Khaleesi, she nods her head and turns around walking back to the club.

Kamari grabs Khaleesi's hand, he pulls her toward him once again. "Where we going?" She leans against the hood and gently smiles, he leans down and kisses her cheek.

"My place." He opens the passenger door and watches as she gets in. Khaleesi admires the all black interior, the AC was blasting and it felt amazing on her moist skin. She didn't notice Kamari getting in the charger and putting the car in drive. Khaleesi lays back against the seat, her head turned toward the window. Her breast were glistening from little droplets of sweat, the white tank top she has on slightly wet. "You good?"

She turns her attention back to Kamari, her hand wanders over his jawline: it was defined and rough from his beard. "I'm good, Mari."

"I just wanna make sure you're comfortable."

"What's your place like?" He gently laughs and slaps his hand down on her thigh then squeezes tightly.

"I don't know how to explain it."

They arrive to a dimly lit apartment complex, he parks on the side of the street. They both get out of the car simultaneously, Kamari rushes to Khaleesi's side and pulls her in. "You was suppose to let me open the door for you."

"It's okay, I had it."

"Next time let me do it." He leads her through the side of the building, they come to a tall elevator that reaches to the ceiling. Kamari presses the top button and looks down at Khaleesi. "I like these shorts."

"Of course you do." The elevator dings and they both watch as the doors slide open. They walk on and Khaleesi falls back against Kamari. He intertwines their fingers then wraps his arms around her neck from behind. She could feel his print pressing up against her ass, it was rock hard and certainly big. "I've never been to this part of the city." He hums lowly in her ear for a quick second then looks up at the reflecting doors.

"Don't ever come over here without me."

"Okay."

"Khaleesi." She was looking down at the elevator's tile floor, her name sounded so good coming from his mouth. The doors open and he pulls her along with him, she grabs ahold of his arm and follows Kamari down a spacious hallway: it was fancy-looking. This is a really nice complex. Khaleesi thinks as they come to a door, he opens it all the way and let's her go in first.

The cold air in the room embraces her body, she looks straight ahead at the vast window on the wall. A beautiful sunset mixed with purples and pink was outside, blue lights lined the ceiling and floor. It was huge. He had a wall of records standing proudly in the corner, she turns around and watches Kamari take his jacket off. The muscles on his arms fill out the white t-shirt underneath. "You cold?"

He tosses the jacket over to her and she catches it quickly, Khaleesi puts it over head and pushes her arms through the sleeves. She pulls down her shorts and picks them up off the floor, the jacket falls right below her butt. "You still fuck with anime?" He pulls a wood from behind his ear and places it between his mouth.

"Hell yea." She walks over to the living room and sits down on the vermillion couch. Khaleesi glances over, watching as he inhales a cloud of smoke through his lips. "Why'd you call me your girl?" He walks over and sits down right next to her, he groans and lays his head back.

"Don't be surprised, I told you I wanted to start over." He sits his hand on her thigh, she admires the fully gold ring on his middle finger. It was beautiful. Khaleesi loves gold jewelry. He takes another hit of his wood then passes it to Khaleesi: she inhales several times, taking in the smoke.

"It's not too late to admit you love me." Kali Uchis' angelic voice flows in the background.

"But everything with Q..."

"I don't want you to worry about that, not tonight." Khaleesi falls onto his shoulder laying her left leg across his thighs.

"Boy, turn on this anime." He grabs the remote on the armrest and turns on the flat screen TV. He switches the station and Hunterxhunter pops up, the bright colors buzzing through Khaleesi's eyes. "My favorite is Killua."

"He cold, for real." She could feel him poking against her leg, he sits up to put the wood down in an ashtray in front of them. Khaleesi holds on to his shoulder, her body following his, Kamari's hand squeezes her thigh. She thinks the weed is getting to her, her body was buzzing all over: her head feeling light.

He sits back and she climbs on top of him, swinging her leg over his. "Kamari."

"Yes baby." He grabs her thighs pulling her close to him, he runs his hand up her body and grabs her breast in his hand: his thumb rubbing over her already hard nipple.

Khaleesi moans onto his lips, she kisses him: her hands holding his neck. "Don't hold back." He throws her down on the couch beside him, she zips down the jacket he gave her and lifts up her tank top. He bends down, now taking her nipple into his mouth: she watches as he pulls his pants down. Khaleesi helps him, pushing the material down with her fingers.

Kamari grabs her legs, placing them on his shoulders. Khaleesi's core throbs, waiting for him to enter her. She feels him thrust inside and gasps against his lips. "Oh my god, fuck." She moans, her words breathless. She wanted to put her legs down so bad, he was deep inside her.

"You better not move your fucking legs."

"Please, please, please, please."

"Keep your legs open, just like that. Mhm... give me that pussy." She felt like she was going to explode after hearing him talk to her this way. Her hands run down his arms as he strokes into her slowly, Khaleesi's eyes roll to the back of head. She presses her hands on his lower stomach, he grunts and places his forehead on hers. "You tryna push me away?" He grips her wrists in his hands and begins to speed his hips up slowly, they move smoothly like waves in the ocean.

"Oh fuck!" She feels his teeth bite on the side of her neck, his tongue swirling against the sensitive spot. "Kamari..." He pulls out, sitting on the edge of the couch: taking Khaleesi with him. She kisses his lips, her hands going down his chest and tugging at his shirt. He lifts it over his head, she takes it in her hands and tosses it. Khaleesi lifts up letting him enter her once again, he stares her in the eyes watching as she moans. "Oh baby, fuck me."

"Don't say that now." His hands placed on her ass, guiding her up and down his dick. He presses a kiss against her lips, she smiles then gasps when he begins to slam her down harder on him. The sound of her wet core echoing around the room, she moans grabbing his arm. She lets him take control of her body, his hands gripping her hips for dear life. "It's okay, baby, I got you. You better take all this dick, you hear me?"

"Kamari, oh god." She exhales against his cheek, grabbing ahold of his exposed arm. She wasn't suppose to be with him and not suppose to be enjoying the feeling of him inside her but, Khaleesi loves every second.

"I could stay inside this pussy for hours." He moans, his eyebrows creasing. His words were pushing her over the edge, he knew exactly what he was doing. She grabs ahold of his face, her fingers gripping his neck as he leaves soft kisses against her skin: Khaleesi falls apart in his arms. Her thighs weak from pleasure as her back arches, his tongue flickers against her nipple before taking it into his mouth once again.

Leesi couldn't take anymore as she feels a knot of pleasure release in her stomach, Kamari watches lustfully as she cums on him. She cries, rolling her hips against his. "Damn, you fuck the shit out me, baby." He talks lowly, pressing his lips against hers.

"Love between two human beings..." Kali's voice continues to harmonize enchantingly through the speaker. Smoke had settled in the air around them, floating like clouds in the sky. The room filled with sounds of voices on the TV and the lovers lips locking together. They soon moved to the bedroom at first, attempting to go to sleep.

He held her all night, his fingers pulling on the ends of her hair gently as they finished the rest of Hunterxhunter. "Shit, what time is it Mari?"

"I told you I want you to spend a night." He vocalizes as she scoots her way off the bed. "Baby." He whines, watching as she pulls her shorts up her behind.

"I can't, I have a ball today. Makeup and hair comes later in the morning, I gotta be there."

"And baby I will get you back in time, just chill right now."

"Mari, this is not a fucking game." He sits up, putting down the wood that was in his hand.

"The fuck you getting tight for?"

"Because this shit is real and you're treating it like it's not. Q is back in the city and if I'm not home tomorrow my ass is done." She begins to walk toward the door, pulling her hair up in a pink claw clip in the process. She hears Kamari getting off the bed and rolls her eyes.

"Where the fuck you going?" He grabs her wrist and jerks her towards him. She clashes into his chest, Khaleesi glares up at Kamari then forces him off her. She shoves his body away from her and grips the purses strap.

"Get off of me." He arches his eyebrow and takes a step back from her. "Kamari, I'm leaving."

"You wanna leave, leave then. Let me take you home."

"No, I'll catch the bus." She continues to walk towards the door, her hand pushing it open.

"Khaleesi, you can't be walking out here alone." Leesi looks back at him and treads heavily down the corridor. "Bruh, get yo stubborn ass back here." He runs in his room throwing on a shirt and a pair of basketball shorts over his boxers. The sound of the front door opening annoys him, Kamari races down the hall to catch up with Khaleesi.

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TAGLIST:

@aaaiyuki @fentyski @falconiawithlove @amyhennessyhouse @shiania

[fluffytriceratops]

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐚. 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 [chapter three]

chapter three: "𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚖𝚛. 𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊."

notes: i too really want to take a fat nap with kuroo. 😭👌💕

chapter two: "bootymeat."

chapter four: "i want some lettuce."

««•◦ ✪ ◦•»»

Saturday, 2:13 pm.

y/n

hey bo, does your practice

still start at 3 today?

Saturday, 2:26 pm.

tetsu

lmao- i think it does.

y/n

i can't believe he ignored me ehu– 😭

queen keiji

he's probably just distracted

why'd you want to know?

tetsu

ik how rude

y/n

i wanted to see him play today! i just finished my homework and thought it'd be fun.

tetsu

finished or gave up on? 😏

y/n

shush.

kendoll

do you really want to see him play or is this about seeing if atsumu is the guy you groped?

y/n

...

can it not be both?

tetsu

it's totally the latter. tho i must admit, i'm curious too.

queen keiji

same here. did you need a ride, y/n?

y/n

don't team up on me! and if you're offering, yes, i'd love that.

queen keiji

if you're ready we can leave in five. unlike you i actually finished my homework.

y/n

low blow keiji, low blow. but yeah im good to go.

wait, are you home rn? i thought it was just me?

queen keiji

ive been here the whole time...

y/n

you have? wait where is everyone rn?

tetsu

kenma and i went out for food. and kei is out with family.

y/n

WHAT!? WITHOUT ME?? RUDE!!!

kendoll

the second we walked into your room to ask if you wanted to come you threw your stuffed animals at us and told us to get out.

y/n

i was trying to study and you guys always distract me!

tetsu

she has a point.

queen keiji

well if you're ready y/n, we should go.

y/n

okie, im coming

if you have leftovers i will forever love you guys

kenma

we'll bring you back something tasty

y/n

ahh thankies!! 😊  

━  

Y/n slid off her bed, bare feet hitting the cold hard wood floor. She scrunched her nose and moved towards her sock drawer. She pulled on the thickest pair of knee highs she could find, grabbed a scrunchie so she could tie her hair up and walked out her room.

Akaashi was waiting for her in the living room by the door. When Y/n entered, she was holding her phone between her cheek and her shoulder as she tied her hair up into a unkempt bun. "I thought you said you were ready?" Keiji said, slipping his own phone away as he glanced her over. Y/n pouted, "I am." She took her phone and shoved it into the pocket of the hoodie she was wearing. Why she didn't just do that in the first place, she didn't know. That's what happens when you work with half a brain cell.

Akaashi arched a brow. Y/n was in nothing but her pajamas. She wore an black t-shirt that said "sorry I'm late, I didn't want to come", followed by a pair of sweats he was sure belonged to Bokuto. Lastly she wore a sweater he knew to be Kuroo's, she had it unzipped at the moment, but he knew it wouldn't be long till she zipped it up. Y/n was always complaining about being cold.

Y/n's face burned at the sight of him looking her over and she crossed her arms over her chest subconsciously. "Don't look at me like that! I'm comfy!" Akaashi chuckled to himself lightly and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't say anything else as he opened the door of their house and went outside. Y/n pouted to herself as she shoved her feet into her outdoor slippers and followed after him sluggishly. "Meanie." She mumbled as she opened up the passenger side door and hopped inside.

"Baby." He teased, sticking the keys into the ignition and waiting for her to be buckled in before backing out of the driveway.

"It's too cold to dress up, besides we're just going to see Bo's practice so it's not like I have to look good or anything." She reasoned, leaning back in her seat, face inches away from the window to allow her breath to fog up the glass. She drew a little smiley face with her finger, her own lips quirking up.

"I thought you were going to see if the guy you hit on was Atsumu?" Keiji stopped at a red light and peeked over towards her, shaking his head in mild amusement at her antics. Y/n blushed and shot him a look, "I didn't hit on him, I just hit him, accidentally." She didn't miss the light roll of his eyes and she stuck her tongue out at him childishly. "And I was- am? I don't need to dress up for some guy."

Keiji smiled, "No, you don't." And they left it at that. The rest of the drive was relatively silent. They didn't live far from the university, so it didn't take long for them to get there. It was cloudy outside, with a chance of (meatballs) some light rain. Y/n didn't mind such weather, she had always liked the rain.

Once they were inside the building, Y/n stood beside Akaashi as they looked towards the court. Practice should be starting soon and most of the teammates were already here warming up. The h/c haired female spotted Bokuto almost immediately and rose her hand in a wave to try and catch his attention. It didn't take long for Bo to spot them and he grinned nearly as wide as Cheshire cat. Returning the wave vigorously.

"Come, let's go find a seat." Akaashi said, placing a hand on her shoulder and guiding her towards the benches.

Once they had taken their seats, practice had basically begun. Y/n's eyes roamed the room to see if she recognized any of the other players. Leaning close to Akaashi, she whispered, "So which one is Atsumu?"

Keiji started looking for him, humming to himself softly. "I don't see him. I don't think he's here yet. Practice technically doesn't start for another ten minutes, so I'm sure he's just taking his time or got distracted by something."

Y/n nodded in understanding. The male from before wasn't here either, which meant that it was a good chance it could be this Atsumu guy. She began to feel nervous. What exactly was she looking for here? Another chance to embarrass herself? It wasn't like she was planning on asking him out or anything. She was just curious to know who he was. Unfortunately, Y/n had always been too curious for her own good.

Her knee started to bounce anxiously. Akaashi glanced down at it, noticing she was starting to fidget. This normally meant Y/n was in her head too much. She tended to overthink and stress over nothing. He had known her since high school, it was something he had managed to pick up over time. He placed his hand upon her knee and gave it a reassuring pat. Y/n blinked out of her thoughts and peeked up at him. Offering the dark haired male a thankful smile. Keiji sent her a small one in return. "Try not to think about it too much, just focus on Bo's playing. You know he'll want to talk to you about it afterwards."

Y/n nodded in agreement and turned her gaze onto the court. As if by some miracle, her phone dinged with a text notification. The perfect distraction.  

━

kurooo

hey, you guys there yet?

is atsumu the one??  

y/n

yeah we're here

and idk, he isn't here yet.

probs on his way tho-  

kurooo

ahh

kenma brought you back a slice of pie

and i have some leftover onigiri if you want it?  

y/n

ooh yummy!

yes please!!

thank you~! 🥰🥰

wait- are you guys back now?  

kurooo

you're welcome!! 😋

and yeah, we just got here a few mins ago  

y/n

we could have wait for you if you wanted to come  

kurooo

ye- but kenma wanted to play video games

and honestly i didn't even think about that lmao  

y/n

oh lmao

well it's not too late, you could always drive by yourself?  

kurooo

true

but i'm so full-- i could really use a nap  

y/n

LOL

well you certainly deserve it you do work really hard, tetsu ^^ i'm sure bo wont mind, as long as you come see him play sometime soon, or buy him some meat, he'll forgive ya haha  

kurooo

stop.

you're gonna make me blush

and yeah, i'll probably just go another time and buy him something to eat afterwards  

y/n

but it's true!! you do work really hard!

and okie, i'll let him know so he's not too dissapointed  

kurooo

haha thanks.

and okay- let me know how it goes!

i wanna know if tsumu is the one. 🤗  

y/n

lol otay, i will

have a good nap~  

kurooo

the very many thank yous.

tell akaashi i said hi.  

y/n

i will!

night tetsu~~ 😊  

kurooo

i mean, it's not night but-

night y/n~~ 😊  

━  

Y/n looked up from her phone towards Akaashi. "Kuroo says hi."

Keiji turned his gaze away from his phone, "Is that who you were texting?" She nodded, folding her hands in her lap. "Yeah, he wanted to know what was going on. I told him nothing happened yet. He and Kenma just got back."

Akaashi nodded, "They probably could have come if they wanted. I wouldn't mind waiting for them."

"That's what I said! But Kenma wanted to play video games and Tetsu's taking a fat nap. He'll be out for a while I'm sure."

"Sorry I'm late! Ran into a little trouble on the way here."

"Oh, Atsumu's here."

Y/n turned towards the voice, eyes widening a fraction at the guy who walked in. He looked extremely familiar. Probably because she had at least one class with him and he was the one she slapped. Gasping quietly to herself, Y/n grabbed Akaashi's arm to gain his attention. Not really noticing that she already had it. "That's him! He's the guy I hit!"

As if he had known they were talking about him, Atsumu suddenly looked over towards them. His eyes locked with Y/n's and a sultry smirk crawled onto his lips. She could feel heat rise to her cheeks, and she found herself being unable to tear her gaze away. What was with this guy!? It felt like he could knock the air out of her by looking at her alone. Her grip on Akaashi's arm tightened unintentionally.

It was a mistake coming here, wasn't it?

Oh what she'd give to be napping with Kuroo right about now.

[daybreak-tkler]

❝[15:01]❞

Small continuation of "Take Your Mind Off Of The Journey" requested by the lovely @satans-beloved-riv , you enjoy this cute timestamp whilst I get through my last few weeks of college for this year!

It had been a few days since they had arrived at their destination. Finally, after long days of travel and cold nights camping - they had made it to the bustling city of their dreams. This was a capital, a place where the strongest mercenaries resided. It was always their dream to take jobs here. It didn't really take long for them to find a small place to stay near the city center, just a small home that must have been fresh built. The good thing about Chan and Minho picking up odd jobs on their travels is that they had a surplus of gold from completing those jobs.

The home was fairly large by their standards, with a total of six rooms. Most homes in towns and villages outside of the capital city had three rooms, four if you had the gold for it. They even had seperate bedrooms, now, which was certainly one of the bigger changes. It was their third week here in the city and they had just finished with some odd jobs. "Phew," Chan sighs "I'm shattered," he admits to his companion, removing his chestplate from his torso and propping it up on one of the chairs. "Me too, we've been working a lot lately... I need a break," it comes off as a joke, but Chan knows Minho isn't joking. "Yeah?" he asks, almost as if he's confirming something. Minho knows that means trouble.

"...yeah,"

Chan grins lightheartedly at his partner's hesitance. "No need to be so suspicious, Minho-yah," he chuckles and, oh, Minho is suspicious. Very suspicious. He's already ridded himself of his armor and is sat at their table in a maroon sweatshirt and plain brown trousers; he knows that Chan is up to something. "I'm just going to put my armor and stuff away.." he says, standing up before the older can do anything. Chan raises a brow but smiles nonetheless, "Alright,"

It's not that Minho doesn't trust him it's just.... exactly that. He doesn't trust Chan one bit. But he also doesn't trust himself. His companion is just so warm and welcoming that he finds it difficult to hide anything from him. And he has been a little anxious about their new life in a much bigger place with new co-workers like Hyunjin and Changbin, as well as a handful of other's he hasn't really spoken to. He and Chan had always stuck together, it had always been the two of them - he thought whilst he carefully loaded his armor onto a mannequin that was in the room when they moved there. He suspects that despite how new the building is, a tailor must have lived there beforehand.

"I can practically hear you thinking, y'know?" Chan interrupts Minho's thoughts, causing the younger male to squawk at the unexpected noise. Chan doubles over in laughter whilst his flustered partner huffs "Chan! You can't just scare me like that!" he scolds the older. "Minho, I know something's up. You don't have to be embarrassed, just tell me!" Chan smiles kindly. The younger male sighs and he shakes his head. Fortunately, his older companion had an idea. Pointing to the bed, Chan silently commands for Minho to lie down. He does. He knows where this is going. "I didn't want to have to do this.." Chan sighs, his tone teasy and the sparkle in his eye matches that glint. The maroon sweatshirt is pulled up and fingers lightly skitter across the lower part of Minho's tummy. "N-Nahhahahaa.. yohohou ahaharen't gohoing to t-tihihickle it out ohof me..!"

"Oh, but I am," there's a playful smile on Chan's lips as he continues to tickle the lower portion of Minho's tummy. His fingers soon travel up, scrabbling at his ribs just beneath his sweatshirt and the lee turns his head to the side to laugh. He's embarrassed, but he feels like he shouldn't be. This is Chan after all, the same Chan who always has his best interest in mind; the same Chan who always knows just what to say. "Eheheheeek! Chahahaan plehehehease cahahaan weehhehehe juhuhuhuhust tahahalk?" he requests, knowing he won't get any freedom for at least a little while. He was okay with that.

"C'mon, Minnie~" the older teases him with a nickname. "You know how to stop this.." he reminds the male on the bed as he leans up to wiggle his fingers beneath Minho's underarms. "B-Bahahahahaa! Wahahahahahait!!" Minho makes a sort of squeaking noise and his head falls back, a loud cackle leaving his lips as Chan refuses to let up. "Come ooon~" the older mercenary sings, but Minho wouldn't budge. It was mainly out of pride more than anything else. So, Chan continues. It would be a long evening, but at least Minho's thoughts are tamed for now.

[getoutofthisplace]

Dear Gus & Magnus,

I usually write an exhaustive description of how I spend my birthday, but I'm sad to say I didn't get very far in that endeavor this year and now the time has past. I can't remember all of the little details of the day. I planned to use the birthday description exercise to jumpstart my writing projects for the year. Not that I have a project in mind -- just a need to write. Now I need a new starting point, a new hard deadline to get my shit together.

it was an uneventful birthday anyway. Lunch in the office, Mom made the kind of salad I asked for at dinner -- rotisserie chicken, romaine, corn, tomatoes, blue cheese. Gus made me a card (with a snake fighting a dragon) this morning and gave it to me after I came downstairs. He explained it in precious and brilliant words I couldn't wait to document, but I didn't get that far in my documentation. Here's what I did document:

I wake up to the barely audible alarm on my phone. I try to keep the volume low enough to not wake Liz, but loud enough to wake me over the sound of the white noise machine beside my head. I rarely hit snooze, but I’ve been to the gym four of the last five days in an attempt to use the eight classes I’ve already paid for before I get charged for another eight classes on the 12th. My body aches. I am 42 years old now. I turn the alarm off and close my eyes. When I hear Liz’s alarm, I know I’ve missed my opportunity to make my class at the gym. I hear Liz go downstairs to make her cup of coffee and I do the simple math in my head to figure out I’ll have to workout the next three days to get my money’s worth. But part of me wants to give up. We’ll see.

As I walk to the bathroom, Gus comes in sleepy-faced, wearing his Pokémon pajamas. He hugs me. The staticky sound of Magnus’s sound machine still drones on through the monitor beside the bed. I tell Gus to go get dressed for school and brush his teeth. He walks hard across the floor toward his room. He has his mother’s footsteps – I can nearly always tell where they are in the house as long as they are walking.

“Happy birthday,” Liz says as she enters our bathroom to grab something from her vanity. I am in our glass-walled shower, lathering shampoo into my beard. I haven’t had a beard this long in years; probably not since I cut off my Viking beard in 2018 after baby Gus made a habit of trying to yank it out. I grew this one out over the holiday break and I’ll get rid of it soon, but it kind of feels nice to have something to hide behind again. Liz leaves the bathroom, but comes back quickly, this time holding Magnus in his footed onesie pajamas with a firetruck on it. “Tell him,” I hear Liz whisper into his ear.

“Happy birthday, Daddy!” he says, grinning. He’s been an absolute monster as a toddler – hitting and biting everyone in his path – but in the past six weeks he’s gotten really cute. He’s still wreaking a general havoc upon everything and everyone he comes across, but now the payoff balances him out a little.

My latest musical obsession has become a band called The Last Dinner Party and that’s what I’m playing on the Bluetooth speaker in our bathroom as I brush my teeth, put on deodorant, moisturize my face, add wax to my hair, massage beard balm into my graying beard, and lament not trimming the little mustache hairs that hang over my lip before getting into the shower. It’s too late now.

The weather app on my phone says it’s going to be cold and wet. In the closet I have just finished tucking my white t-shirt into my jeans when I hear footsteps coming. I don’t want Liz to see me like this – she always ribs me when I’ve tucked in a t-shirt. “Oh…” she says, “We’re going to tuck it in today, are we?” I know she’s flirting with me, but I can’t help worrying that she thinks my fashion sense has completely left me. I’m seven years older than her and I don’t want to do anything that reminds her of that. I want her to know that there are two more layers going over this t-shirt and no one will see that it’s tucked in. The footsteps reach the door and I see it’s not Liz, but rather Gus – as I said, they have the same walk. He’s holding his toothbrush and a nearly flat tube of toothpaste.

“I tried and tried to get it to come out, but I can’t,” he tells me. I’m proud of him for trying. I have the reputation in our house for squeezing the last bit of toothpaste from the tube, scraping the final lines of peanut butter from the inside of a jar, and extracting the last gasp from a squeezable ketchup bottle. It's probably one of my best qualities/skills. I work my fingers up his toothpaste tube and put some on his brush. “You can throw that away now,” I say.

“Yes!” he responds. “New toothpaste!”

Dad.

Little Rock, Arkansas. 1.8.2024 - 7.16am.

[fairyfandommother]

'Young Royals' Season 2: An unhinged and unhelpful guide (it's a reaction, let's be real) to the First Four Minutes (Part 1).

Okay, y'all this is kind of late but I had things to do... and it seems that even though I had those things to do, Netflix decided to drop the fIRST FOUR MINUTES OF SEASON 2 WHAT THEFUCK?!

Take a look at this shit before we get into it y'all.

Alright... are you still alive? Are you fighting for your life in the trenches that are the countdown to November 1st? Like, OCTOBER IMMA NEED YOU TO HURRY THE FUCK UP AND END BECAUSE THIS IS NOT THE WAY! WE HAVE SUFFERED ENOUGH!!

side note: do y'all think they sacked the netflix intern that said the season was dropping on the 2nd way back when we got the first photos?

0:02 SECONDS IN AND BITCH THE BREATHING?!?! HELLO???? I was 'babysitting' (the parents were at home but in another room so I was really just making sure they didn't hurt themselves/each other) when I saw this clip dropped so IMAGINE ME PRESSING PLAY IN A ROOM FULL OF CHILDREN I ABOUT DROPPED DEAD LET ME TELL YOU

Scene 1: Spliced together scenes of Simon Eriksson (Omar Rudberg) and Prince Wilhelm (Edvin Ryding) in an intimate embrace. Lots of tight shots of body necks, shoulders, hands holding tightly, noses in hair and on collar bones, and even a brief kiss.

The intimacy coordinators on this show are so??? like... brava. srsly. I'm happy Edvin and Omar get to work together and with such good IC's and directors because I imagine this level of comfort and ease with such heavily choreographed scenes can be difficult. And they really make it looks so natural and effortless.

Anyway, this is quite obviously a dream but I wonder if it could be a memory within a dream. Like, not only is Wille thinking of Simon in this moment but he's remembering what their time together was like and that longing is manifesting as a subconscious dream.

Scene 2: Prince Wilhelm wakes up alone in his room and it is revealed that Scene 1 was a dream he was having. The heavy breathing and quiet piano music fades into the sound of a vacuum cleaner as the light fades from gold to blue.

And I know 12 thousand people have already pointed this out but the slow fade from the warm and loving embrace of his dream to the cold blue tones of the real world where he wakes up alone in his bed? *chefs kiss* the DP/Director/Cinematographer/Anyone involved with lighting this show deserve the highest award. The way they work with colour and light is just magnificent.

Scene 2, continued: Prince Wilhelm sits up in bed in his messy room (framed through a doorway), pulls on a discarded t-shirt.

This is either a gentle reminder that this is a teenager and his room is likely always going to be messy or a visual representation of where Wille's life is: complete disarray. There are clothes everywhere, he picks up a t-shirt from the pile and puts it on without care.

He's going through it, y'all.

Also, in the spirit of unseriousness: damn, bitch. You live like this?

Scene 2, continued: Prince Wilhelm receives a text message from his cousin August (Malte Gardinger) which reads "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!".

I'm not gonna lie, this got a giggle out of me (bring back flip phones!). August, The Asshole of Arnas, has obviously been fighting tooth and nail to get in touch with Wilhelm and (AS HE MOTHER FUCKING SHOULD) Wilhelm is ignoring his ass. I bet that apology ain't even real.

Oh, I can't wait for him to stir up some mayhem.

Scene 3: Wilhelm walks past the vacuuming maid (who curiously does not acknowledge the Crown Prince) and down a dark hallway where he enters an empty room where a coat hangs from a low rack, a lone empty glass is on a round table before a window and a picture of Prince Erik hangs on the wall.

Here the tears go, y'all.

Fresh out of bed, hasn't even brushed his teeth or anything, the first thing he does is go to Erik's room. There's a single glass on a table and I'm not sure if that's some kind of ritual for mourning or if it's just a remnant of that room being lived in but all I know is that that empty glass got me going WHEW I HATE IT HERE!!!!

Scene 3, continued: Queen Kristina (Pernilla August) tries and fails to get Wilhelm's attention for a talk and imples that the two have not spoken since he returned from Hillerska at the end of last season. The Crown Prince closes the door in The Queen's face.

I don't know if Wilhelm passed her in the hall or if she followed him to Erik's room but it seems like Queen Kristina (who looks so good omg? Pernilla ily) and her favourite cousin are getting the same (DESERVED) silent treatment.

Now, I can't imagine losing a child and then having your only surviving one (and your heir to be exact) completely icing you out. That must sting as a mum. However, as a mum, it's really your job to protect your children until they can do it themselves.

Kristina has not been a very good mum and it's gonna (RIGHTFULLY) come back to bite her in the ass. She, at least, looks a little shameful in these shots. Mayhaps she'll even apologise and mean it. Mayhaps she'll actually dol out the consequences August SHOULD face for what he did. If not, I don't see this particular relationship improving anytime soon.

Sucks to suck, I guess?

Scene 3, continued: Wilhelm passes a hand over the coat reverently before trying it on himself. Kristina is apparently no longer at the door.

There is so much going on in this scene.

There is the symbolism of Wille putting on the late Crown Prince's jacket and the association with him stepping into that role and wearing that metaphorical jacket himself. There's also the fact that it's so ill fitting, both because Erik was obviously older than he was and perhaps a representation of Wilhelm not being the 'right fit' to fill the role of Crown Prince.

I wan't y'all to pay attention to that last shot of Wilhelm and notice how the jacket sort of hangs off him because idk if my eyes are playing tricks on me or what but... you'll see what I mean. OJO!!

(continued in Part 2!)

[questioned-quetzalcoatl]

30 Days of OTP - Day 12, Making out

Rating: K

Verse: Canon

AN: Making out is really awkward to write so if this is bad then I'm sorry qwq

I wanted this to be Christmas themed (even though it's October right now). Basically the story is just New Zealand and Tonga resolving their sexual tension in a closet at Arthur's Christmas party. It was supposed to be just a Mistletoe kiss but then James decided to be a horny git again.

James was a lot more reluctant this year. The New Zealander preferred to spend his Christmases in the summer heat, cooking on the barbeque on the beach under a blooming pōhutukawa tree. Spending it in the watery snowy streets of England was not his ideal type of a fun Christmas, above all, he despised the cold and Arthur.

Stood outside the door, Kainga turned to James to fix up his scarf. Only to he met with a bright red stuffy nose and a frown that told him 'I don't want to be here'. Not to mention he was dressed like a homeless person who'd just been dragged through a sewer. "For godsakes James, it's a Christmas party and your dress like a tramp. Can you not be formal for one night?"

"If I'm the Tramp does that make you me lady?~" James replied with a smirk.

"At least I have the decency to dress properly. You can be warm and fashionable you know. Not dressed like a bloody vagrant hobo."

"I always dress like a vagrant hobo darlin."

Kainga jerked his hand when tightening James's scarf, not so much to choke him but enough to give him a good gag for his own entertainment. Soon making up for it by a kiss on his nose that Jack Frost had not only nipped on, but taken a full bite of. Someone could mistake him for Rudolph out here with how red nosed and sanguine cheeked he was. Stick a pair of antlers on him and no one would be able tell the difference.

"Whatever, let's just go inside. We're already late because you spilt coffee all over yourself before he got here."

"It was really hot!" James protested with a whine, Kainga just rolled his eyes and took his hand with his gloved one, dragging the Kiwi inside before he could say anything more.

Kainga stares at his friends with content and amused eyes from where he stood, taking small sips from the Coquito that Francis had made as he watches the small but lively party that he and his friends had created for the night of Christmas Eve as Christmas music resounds inside the room where the party was being held. James had disappeared into the crowds to get more alcohol laced Christmas Eggnog, leaving Kainga unknowingly under the mistletoe to drink his Coquito in his oversized Christmas sweater.

A quick but sharp pinch on the back of his neck made him jump and turn around quickly, giving his smirking New Zealander an irritated glance.

“Seriously? What are we? Four?”

He's not surprised to find James's grip around a handle of a jug full of Eggnog, a red Santa hat draped over his head with the white cotton ball tip hitting his face every time he hiccupped. James just contorted his face into a half drunken grin. "Maybe! But it got yer attention!"

Kainga gave him a grimaced huff, crossing his arms against his chest. "Yeah, it did. How on earth can you even stomach that thing? It's revolting!"

"I think it tastes good! Not as good as yer taste~" James pulled him in with a arm wrapped around his waist. Making Kainga gasp and rest his hands on his chest.

"Please do not compare me to a glass of Eggnog-" Kainga stood up on his tippy toes, placing a kiss on his hairy stubble. James's crocodile grin only spreading across his face. "And I'm not kissing your mouth with you drinking that shit."

"We're under the Mistletoe darlin', yer can't not kiss me now~" he pointed up to the hanging Mistletoe over the pair. Verdant green leaves wrapped in a crimson bow that dazzled under the golden light away from the party. Over their heads, hung a single mistletoe; a simple, little plant that was now causing Kainga's stomach to turn itself into knots. He didn’t expect this. He didn’t even know that mistletoes were being placed inside the party.

As Kainga’s thoughts begin to spiral, he took a chance to look at James, who had been looking at the mistletoe with a contemplating expression on his face before turning away to stare at him with a grin. The sense of dread that Kainga was feeling before was replaced with wariness as James gave him a leer, a devious look in his eyes as he turns fully towards him. The Eggnog James was holding is soon placed to the side before both hands find themselves on Kainga's waist.

"James-"

"Oh c'mon love," James coons at him. "Give us a kiss~"

Kainga was speechless, trying to stammer out protests like he didn't want this. James knew all too well that he did. With James's hands exploring other places, he really couldn't help himself. He grabbed onto James's scarf pulling the bigger man down to meet his lips while straining his height on his tippy toes. James hunched over to meet him in the middle; now that he was expecting it. Kainga let himself feel the rough texture of James’s lips and the heat of his breath, that tasted awfully of brandy and eggnog in equal measure.

Kainga broke away for just a second, regaining his breath back with the faint drift of James's name on his lips. His sudden change of tone catches James off guard when the smaller Tongan grabs his arm and starts to drag him up the stairs.

"Kai-?!"

It was all he could manage out when Kainga pulled him up the stairs and into a closet. He hardly ever gets this reaction from the other, when he takes charge in their relationship. James has a very secretive enjoyment for it.

It’s cramped in the closet, the roof too low for the other or at least Kainga assumes because James is leaning over him, knowing it wasn’t wide enough because they’re not only pressed against the opposing walls but also each other, legs between each other’s and he can’t help but swallow every time the other seems to get closer. Against the rows of hung up clothes on their coat hangers, James pressed him up against the back wall. Their mouths intertwined, he allowed himself to feel out every part of James he was willing to give and he gave just as much of himself in return. This was more than just a kiss, it was fiery and passionate. Ones they hardly ever got to experience without the additional aid of the alcohol in their system.

Hand's trailing up James's body as items of thick clothing were removed from the other, whispers glide through Kainga's ears between hasty breaths that never draw out for less that a second. Kainga's breath hitching a little under the New Zealander's remarks that drove him to his breaking point, the bastard knew how fragile he was. He felt like a tea cup in James's sturdy hands that gripped and groped down his body as they kissed. It doesn’t matter how many times they have kissed, Kainga feels like he’s being kissed for the first time; butterflies fluttering inside his stomach, a subtle tremble in his knees that would make him hold on to James with all but desperate need.

Unfortunately James is a bit of a horny git. He can't just make out with Kainga without wanting to get into his pants for hot sex in Arthur's closet to end the night with. The brandy leaving a buzz of excitement in his brain, only being sparked further by the half naked Tongan below him. Somehow they'd both ended on the floor of the closet, James still pushed up against him leaving hardly any breathing space between them. It must have been pouting because James chuckles lowly—and with how close they’re pressed together, he could feel the vibration of the gentle laugh against his own chest, making him smile.

"James we're in a fucking closet." Kainga finally strings together a sentence when James takes interest in kissing his neck and undressing him further. His long thin arms wrapping tightly around James's strong board shoulders, like a weak feather resting on a strong rock. Still he lifts his neck up to allow James to kiss up his neck, giving the odd bite or so only to be met with the Tongan poking the back of his head when he does so.

"So?" James asked, finally lifting his head to meet the Tongan's pink flustered face. Only visible in the weak amber light that shone through the rows of clothes, he found it adorable.

"I'm not letting you have sex with me in a closet-" he hissed weakly, but the smirk across James's face indicated he had other ideas.

They'd just started kissing again when there was a sudden bang of a door swinging open from behind them, then a blinding light as the clothes were drawn to each side with such force that it made them screech along the rusty metal bars. There was the astonished yet outraged face of Arthur Kirkland, who proceeded to shout at the both of them as such actions are not performed by coat hangers.

[myemuisemo]

New Year, New Approach

My 2024 thing (which I started in late 2023 because I like to ramp up my NY resolutions in advance) is to do something creative every day. It can be very small -- we are not talking massive projects here! My twin goals for this are:

Treat physical activity and hands-on work as a habit. I have the capacity to safely increase physical activity -- and really should, if I want to retain that capacity!

Build a self-reward system that's biased toward progress and exploration, not toward consumption.

The kinds of activities I'd ordinarily include are:

Gardening beyond the daily basic maintenance walk-around.

Cooking that involves mixing actual ingredients.

Non-paid-work writing, but I need to do 15 minutes of any physical activity before settling in.

Research to support writing projects if and only if it requires physically visiting a library, archive, or other site.

Photo editing that involves learning new techniques or settings.

Physical decluttering, since we're past the point where it's mindless labor.

Working on dolls or dollhouses, including sewing, painting, improving hair, dusting and rearranging.

Watercolor painting, since I have the watercolors and the paper, but haven't followed up on my class.

Hobby skills classes or community meetings (so the monthly gardening lecture counts).

Visiting museums or other edutainment sites.

Photo quests that stretch either more than 20 minutes or more than half a mile of walking.

Making moodboards, finding online inspo, and doing online research "count" for me only if I'm unable to do activities on the main list. Maybe I'm ill, maybe I dropped a heavy pot lid on my foot again, maybe I'm exhausted from non-creative physical activities, maybe I've just done 12 hours of travel and am going to cry if I do anything more taxing than lying still with a cold drink. The key issue here is to prevent days when I go from logging 10 hours staring at a screen for work to logging another 6 hours of staring at a screen for fun.

Paid work counts only if I'm developing a new tool from scratch. Updating existing proprietary spreadsheets doesn't count; discovering five exciting new excel features and three heretofore unlearned concepts in my field, then putting them together to make magic is creative.

Shopping almost never counts, so if we've gone on an antiquing expedition, I need to also take photos or include a museum or some such. Shopping is too easy to fall into doing in our current society, and since I'm not a big buyer of Stuff, we end up either bored and empty-handed or owning a lot of snack food.

The list is biased toward doing over finishing because my personal weakness isn't flitting from hobby to hobby. My sitch is that I have a sedentary yet stressful job, and then by the time I've finished that and kept up with household tasks, I kind of turn to sludge. This is my self-help list, not a self-help guide that is perfectly applicable to all people in all conditions.

A year from now, any branch of creative projects that I've been completely stuck on -- no progress or effort at all after a guilt-laden dab at it around January or February -- leaves. The best thing I did for myself creatively in 2023 was selling the big dollhouse I'd built with Mom and Dad, that I believed I wanted to redecorate but always felt like I was Desecrating Mom's Vision when I tried.

The existing rule of "no more than one non-edible craft project per major holiday" stays in effect. I swear, I am decoupaging the four wooden eggs this Easter or else they get given away to someone who will.

[her-devils-advocate]

“We need to talk.”

♥. Genre: Angst and comfort

♥. pairings: Lucifer x Gn!Mc

♥. content warnings: Loose descriptions of a panic attack

♥. notes: The prompt belongs to @obeythedemons! Thank you for the prompt! I'm a bit late to the party with it~ Sorry for any mistakes, I really wanted to get this finished and worked late into the night with it~

♥. Word count: 1185

“10:30: We need to talk.”  

MC froze as they read the four words on the screen, illuminating the dark room around them as the phone began to shake in their hands. The text becoming more and more blurry with each passing second until the tears building up couldn’t be held back any longer, spilling down their face and onto the screen. Running their hand through their hair, they rack their brain for anything that they could have done wrong which would have caused the firstborn's ire.

It wasn’t their turn to prepare any of the meals today, they didn’t miss any assignments or get into trouble at the Academy and as far as they were aware, their relationship with the pride demon was going well.

Maybe that was it…Maybe he was reconsidering their relationship. Maybe all of their flaws have come to light within the deep darkness of the Devildom and Lucifer deemed them unworthy of walking at his side. Familiar panic began swelling within their heart, climbing its way up their throat until their breath came out in ragged gasps. Why does this always happen to them? Why do people enter their life only to see the cracks lurking beneath the surface before swiftly leaving, were they hiding something so horrible and monstrous beneath their skin that scared away any who looked too closely?

Gently throwing their phone onto the bed, they cringe as it bounces onto the floor, “great, I can now add that to the list of things I’ve done wrong now…” 

Lowering themselves onto the floor next to where the phone now rests, they hug their knees to their chest while trying to block out the thoughts swimming around their mind. 

“Why would he want someone as broken as you?” 

“How could the Morningstar himself love a mere Human like yourself?”

“You don’t belong here, you would only bring him and his brothers more suffering in the long run.”

“You should just leave…”

MC continues to cry as the familiar voice fills their head, refusing to back down until they were nothing more than a shaking wreck, someone to be pitied rather than loved. With a pained sigh, MC lifts themselves up from the floor and slowly makes their way towards the extravagant mirror hanging from their wall. The heavy and pricy object was gifted to them by Asmo, why he thought they would need such a thing, MC would never know as they turn on their phone torch to gaze at themselves in the minimal lighting. Looking into the dusty mirror they meet their own tired eyes, staring back in distaste. What did Lucifer and his brothers even see in them again…? All they saw in the reflection perfectly fit the image painted in their mind by the cold voice playing on repeat. A voice which would give them no room to breathe or release them from its icy grip until their beloved chased it away.

But would he this time…? Maybe he had finally had enough of being more of an emotional caretaker than a lover.

Wiping away their tears, they begin to brush their hair back, if they were to meet with Lucifer for the dreaded talk, they might as well try to look their best. Besides, they knew there was no point in villainizing him for something that hasn’t even happened. The voice singing in their mind knew nothing of the demon they loved dearly, he would never cast them aside when he has been nothing but supportive…would he?

Fed up with the mental warfare, MC slowly drifts towards their bedroom door, before sending a quick text with shaky fingers.

“10:45: Sure thing, I’m on my way to your study.”

They could do this, they would have to do this. Whatever Lucifer had to say, they would take it, there was no avoiding the upcoming conversation or changing his mind once he had settled on the outcome. Whatever he has decided is final and they would have to deal with that.

With one final sigh, they brush out any wrinkles on their shirt and knock on the heavy oak door before them, the sound louder than they intended causing them to wince in the dim candle light.

After an agnosing 14 seconds, they hear the scratching of a pen come to a halt, followed by the deep voice they have come to be familiar with, “Come in.” 

Composing themselves one final time, they pull open the large door to his study, taking in the piles of paperwork stacked around him. If they weren’t having a battle with their flight or flight, MC might have laughed at the sight and teased their lover over it. Fiddling with the sleeve of their jumper, they slowly enter the room, trying to look anywhere but at the desk where he sat. Curious eyes as dark as the depths of the void follow them, taking in their shaking form and dried tear marks across their cheeks.

“My love, is everything alright?” the soft yet stern voice startled them, they weren’t expecting softness to be present in his voice. They were expecting to be turned away, not asked about their emotional state, maybe they were overreacting…? 

“M’fine…” they mumble, feeling silly for panicking over 4 simple words which they didn’t hold the context for. “I just…why did you want to speak with me, Lucifer?”

Lucifer raises one perfectly slender eyebrow as he takes in their form, the candlelight doing nothing to hide their badly concealed distress.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to visit the Human World together during the upcoming break from RAD?”

Wet, tired eyes lock onto his dark, equally tired eyes as they process his words. So they really were overreacting in the end, relief floods their system as the adrenalin from their panic leaves and they quickly rush towards the sofa, crashing down upon it in defeat. Lucifer slowly rises from his desk and makes his way towards them, confused by their behaviour he crouches in front of them, brushing away strands of their hair so he can see their face. 

“Damnit Lucifer, do you know how much of a mess I’ve been in between receiving that message and coming here? Who even uses “we need to talk” as a conversation starter unless there is something bad following it?” Their voice is nothing but a frantic whisper but they are too tired to manage any louder.

“I’m sorry dear, I didn’t mean to worry you.” Taking them into his arms, he gently rocks them to-and-fro while they gather their thoughts.

“...You still love me?” they whisper, voice wavering as the tears threaten to come back.

“Yes, now and forever.”

“Then I would love to visit the Human World with you for a week” nuzzling their head in the crook of his neck, they get comfortable in his lap. “But you owe me for this, I went through hell in the past 20 minutes or so” they pout, poking him on the chest for emphasis which earns a small chuckle from their lover.

“Of course but for now, rest. You deserve it.”