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[mischievous-piltovan]

It's a Reader fell first x Miguel fell harder kind of fic.

[starryevermore]

the house of snow (21) ✧ coriolanus snow

the house of snow ✧ a royal coryo au | pinterest board| ao3

pairing: king!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

series summary: the king of panem is in search of a bride. and, for reasons you can never understand, coriolanus snow has set his sights on you. it would never be a happy marriage, you’re sure of that. but none of that matters, because when snow decides he wants something, he will do everything in his power to ensure it is his. 

chapter summary: changes are coming.

word count: 2,010

series warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, royal au, regency au, arranged marriage, rivals to lovers, obsessive!coryo, jealous!coryo, protective!coryo, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, more tags to be added later

chapter warnings?: implied smut, sickness, pet name (petal), not proofread

“I never imaged that Coriolanus Snow would be the sort of man to wrap himself around his wife’s finger,” Clemensia said, stirring her spoon in the china teacup. The metal clinked against the porcelain. She lifted the spoon from the cup and set it on the plate before taking a long drink.

You had invited her and Livia, among some other young ladies of the ton, for tea. The rest of the ladies had broken off in their own conversations while you remained with your friends. It was nice to see them. Though you loved your Coryo, sometimes it was good to spend time away from him. It reminded you of how much you enjoyed his presence. 

“I never imagined him married. I sort of thought he’d live alone forever. He never cared much for chasing after girls at the Academy,” Livia admitted. Her face paled as though she realized who she was speaking to. You almost laughed at the scared, mouse-like expression. “I mean no offense, Your Majesty.”

You waved her off. “You can speak freely to me. I must admit, it is nice to hear that someone didn’t think my Coryo to be the marrying type.”

“Oooh, your Coryo,” Clemensia teased, brushing her elbow against yours. 

“Oh, hush,” you laughed. “I thought I was truly blind when he told me he’s wanted my hand since we were fourteen. At least now I can say I was not blind, but rather that he was terrible at communicating his feelings.”

Livia’s brows raised to her hairline. “Fourteen? Really?”

“He’d been asking my father for my hand since we were eighteen,” you added. “My father refused until Coryo made a name for himself.”

“And of course he would take that to mean he must be crowned King,” Clemensia said. “He was never anything but ambitious.”

Livia smiled and reached for your hand. She gave it a squeeze. “That is so romantic. A man who will take a kingdom so he can earn his love’s hand. People write stories about that sort of thing.”

“That sounds like the stories you would read, petal.“

All other conversation in the parlor had ceased. You didn’t have to turn in your seat to know that Coryo was behind you. His firm hands came to rest on his shoulders, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. A smile pulled at your lips. 

“Do you think all I read is romance?” you said. 

“Not all. But everyone needs something lighter after reading about history and politics all day,” Coryo said. His fingers trailed off the lace of your gown and to the exposed skin by your collarbone. A shiver ran down your spine. Why had you tortured yourself with this tea again? “Besides, you had to get the idea of a love match from somewhere.”

You watched as Clemensia leaned over to Livia. Her voice dropped to a stage-whisper as she said, “Aren’t they much cuter than her and Lord Plinth would ever be?”

Coryo’s fingers curled into your skin. It didn’t hurt, but it reminded you of how you and Coryo lost a friend. Even if Sejanus could leave the Peacekeepers and return to the Capitol, nothing would ever be the same. You couldn’t imagine a world where you all could be friends again. You reached up and took his hand, lifting it to your lips. He relaxed as you kissed his knuckles. 

“Much cuter,” Livia agreed. 

Clemensia’s eyes glinted with mischief as she turned her gaze to you and Coryo. “A shame he enlisted with the Peacekeepers. I wish he could see the two of you so sickeningly in love.”

“Perhaps that’s why he enlisted. Because he couldn’t live with himself if he wasn’t the one making her so happy,” Livia mused. 

Oh, that was such a romantic way to think of it. If only they knew it was because he was so in love with you that he begged you to run away with him. If only they had seen the King so red with anger, how you had thought he would have killed his once-friend with his bare hands. If Livia was writing your story, she would make it seem like Sejanus peacefully stepped out of the picture. She wouldn’t make it seem like the betrayal it was. 

You lifted your chin to look at your husband. While his face was painted to look calm, you could see the anger swirling in his pale blue eyes. You kissed his knuckles again and said, “Why he left doesn’t matter. Not when I have such a wonderful husband by my side.”

Coryo’s tight-lipped smile turned genuine. “And with that, I must steal my wife away. We have important matters we must discuss.”

You held onto Coryo’s hand as you rose from your seat. He led you out of the ignore, the both of you ignoring Clemensia’s giggled “important matters, hm?”. Your heart beat hard in your chest as you walked down the hall. He wouldn’t harm you, you were sure of that, but you didn’t like when he let the anger simmer.

Coryo took you to the office and shut the door behind you. Once alone, he tugged you against his chest and pressed his lips against yours. A gasp escaped you, allowing him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. Your arms wound their way around his shoulders. You hand tangled itself in his hair. Well, this certainly wasn’t what you expected, but you weren’t going to kick a gift horse in the mouth. 

“I would marry you again,” he grunted against your mouth. “I would marry you every day for the rest of my life.”

“What’s stopping you? You are King. The only person you let order you around is me, and I would never deprive myself of you again.”

Coryo pulled away. Before you could inquire why, he was sinking down on his knees. He pushed your skirts up, hooked one leg over his shoulder. His nose brushed against your clothed core, wet mouth pressing kisses. Coryo pulled down your undergarments and began to recite his vows. 

“I, Coriolanus Snow, take thee to be my wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward…”

Your stomach churned as you ate breakfast. With every bite, it took tremendous effort to keep the food down. Even with a generous amount of water between bites, it doesn’t seem to help. Part of you wanted to believe it was because you would be meeting with the Electors for the first time since your engagement to Coryo. But you knew it wasn’t nerves. You had had a rare clear schedule two days prior when you found yourself knelt over a chamberpot, the remnants of lunch spilling out with no end in sight. 

“You don’t need to meet with the Electors if you are not feeling up to it,” Coryo said from the other end of the table. He had finished his own breakfast what felt like hours ago. In reality, it had only been a few minutes. Yet every effort to eat your own meal seemed to take eons. “I can meet them on my own, or we can reschedule. No one will fault you if they wish to live.”

The threat was meant to make you laugh, and you might have if the nausea didn’t overwhelm you. A Peacekeeper from the corner of the room raced over with a vessel for your vomit. You heaved until there was nothing left, barely noticing that Coryo had came around your side and was rubbing your back. 

“I take it back. You are not going,” he said. “They should be arriving soon, but I will inform them that we cannot take visitors at the moment.”

You lifted your head. Sweat beaded on your forehead, and you knew you looked as sick as you felt. Still, though, you argued, “I am fine now. I-I just need a moment to freshen up. Whatever sickness that was has passed. I am fine, Coryo.”

“Is that why you pretend I don’t know you have been sick every day this week?”

You had prayed he didn’t notice. A foolish thought, to be sure. But he never made a comment when you would slide out of bed or would excuse yourself from the office. 

“You never said anything.”

Coryo sighed. He ran a hand over your hair, careful not to mess up the delicate pinnings. “Nor did you. I thought you might have wanted space. If you do, I will continue to allow you it. But I will not let you go to meetings and make yourself worse. Go back to our chambers, take a bath, and I will have a physician sent up.”

“Coryo—”

He hushed you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Please, petal.”

You frowned, but conceded. When Coryo looked at you with that serious look in his eyes, it was hard to fight back. So you rose from your chair and retreated to your chambers. A lady’s maid was quick to help you out of your dress and undid your hair while another servant drew you a bath. Once in the bath, you tried to push your mind away from your sickness. It was easy to do until a servant came in to let you know the physician arrived. 

Rather reluctantly, you left your bath and slipped on a shift before letting the physician inside your chambers. You offered a tight-lipped smile as he gave a quick bow. 

“Thank you for your haste,” you said, sitting on the edge of the bed. The physician pulled the bench by your vanity over so he sat in front of you. “I am certain this will pass soon, but Coryo wanted to be certain.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” he said. “I am sure you would much rather return to your duties, so we can make this quick. Could you tell me your symptoms?”

You began to rattle them off, your heart sinking as you began to realize how much you had been sick over the last week. How had Coryo managed to stay silent this long? Did he realize how ill you had been? Judging by the on the physician’s face, you began to worry that you and Coryo had waited too long to do anything.

The door creaked open. Without really thinking of what you were doing, you stood up as Coryo entered the room. He nodded at the physician before coming to your side. You sat together. His hand instinctively took yours. 

“Is everything well?” Coryo asked.

“I will need to ask a few questions first, but I am certain all is well, Your Majesty,” the physician said.

“Ask away then,” Coryo said. 

The physical looked to you. “Forgive me for my bluntness, but when was your last courses?”

Your grip on Coryo’s hand tightened. When had that been? It felt like nearly a lifetime ago. How long ago had it been since you bled? You used to be so diligent about this. Your mother always stressed the importance of it. She would say it would be important when you were married, because that’s when you knew when you would have children. Children. Oh. 

You counted back the days and the weeks, your heart racing as you couldn’t pinpoint the exact time. “Right before the wedding,” you decided. “The day you threw the ball, Coryo.”

Coryo’s head snapped to yours. “That was nearly two months ago.”

The physician smiled. “Ah, well, then that’s likely what’s at issue. I have a few tests we can do to be certain, but I do believe we have found the source of your sickness, Your Majesty.”

Suddenly, you very much wanted to throw up again. Could it really be so soon? You tried to recall married couples that came before you. How long had it been for them? You wanted to say a lot longer. Certainly not a mere two months. 

“Congratulations,” the physician said. “Panem will rejoice when your babe arrives.”

You vomited on his shoes. 

[holdmytesseract]

Helllooo! I am here with another drabble/blurb request!!

Character: Tom Hiddleston

Prompt: "The bed's getting cold and you're not here." - from Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez (am i smelling some angst? u can change if u want tho!!)

hope you have a great day & pls take your time!! 💗

Lost Love

Warnings: angst - a lot. Not exactly a happy ending?

Word Count: blurb

a/n: I did smell some angst, too, friend. 😉 Hope you like what I came up with. Somehow, I had TS's song 'cardigan' in my head while writing this, but I love 'Heart Wants What It Wants' equally. 🤗

With a relieved sigh you closed the main door to your apartment shut; leaning your head against the cool wood. Finally at home, you thought; carelessly parking your suitcase in the far corner of the main entrance. Now was not the time. You didn't have the nerve to unpack your things now. All you wanted to do, was sleep. So, without further ado, you went straight for the bathroom; brushing your teeth. After getting rid of the clothes you wore today and replacing them with a random t-shirt you grabbed from your closet, you literally fell into your bed; exhausted.

Unfortunately, though, you just couldn't sleep; unable to switch off your mind. Too much had happened that day. Way too much than your brain was able to process and your heart, well... Your heart crossed your plan as well... You weren't even twenty-four hours apart from him and you already missed him.

Tom. Your ex... boyfriend? Lover? Affair? Friend with benefits?

Hence, you didn't even know what the two of you were. You and Tom had never put a label on it. Just casually dating and having fun. Inside and outside of the bed. Nothing too serious... Or was it? You didn't know.

What you knew was that you couldn't do this longer; afraid of getting burned when playing with fire. Old habit. When someone got under your skin and you grew closer than just friends, you'd just push the person away out of fear for rejection.

And so you did; quickly threw your things in your suitcase and flew back home.

With a rather annoyed and frustrated sigh, you stood up again and went to the kitchen for something to drink. Perhaps a cup of tea could help you sleep? You had to try, right?

Unfortunately, though, you passed way too many rooms on your way and everything reminded you of him. The memories you made together. The things you did together... Your brain was overworking and torturing you with countless of imagines. It was rude.

The kitchen didn't make it better. A room which held particularly a lot memories. All the times you cooked together, ate together... It wasn't fair.

Nevertheless, you made yourself a cup of tea; trying to not pay your surroundings much attention. But then you saw it from the corner of your eyes... Tom's light blue sweater; draped over the back of a chair.

You swallowed hard; trying so hard to suppress the upcoming tears. But you couldn't.

Abandoning your tea, you couldn't stop yourself from almost running over and grasping the soft fabric between your hands. It was so soft and comfy - and god's... Your knees almost gave in. It still smelt like him.

And before you knew what you were doing, was the sweater already pulled over your head and hugging your smaller body. A blessing in disguise. You felt so safe, protected, warm and comfortable, but also so sad, heartbroken and hurt.

You took your cup of tea and returned to your bed and sitting inside, pulling your knees up to your chest and letting all the emotions rain down on you.

You cried. In the darkness of your bedroom; Tom's sweater catching your tears.

You didn't know how long you've just sit there and cried your eyes out, but at some point you had huddled yourself underneath the blanket; curled up into a ball of misery.

Once again you tried to sleep, but you couldn't deny the truth... The bed was just way too big and cold without Tom - and he wasn't here. He probably would never be.

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[wavypotatochips]

I need something cute and fluffy with Kylian where readers heavily pregnant and he always comes to the rescue like always coming home with cravings, cuddling, reassuring her everything’s gonna be ok, putting on a comfort movie, massaging her back and feet every night etc🫶🏼

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 907

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Writing fluff always makes my heart happy c': Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Requests are currently closed as I am catching up. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

As you sit on the cozy couch in your living room, your hand instinctively rests on your growing belly. It's been an eventful day, and now all you can think about is sinking your teeth into a delicious slice of chocolate cake. You reach for your phone and decide to text your boyfriend, Kylian, who should be finishing up his futbol meeting soon.

You type out the message, your fingers dancing across the screen, and eagerly hit send.

You: BABBBEEEEEEEEEEE….. How much do you love me? ;)

A few minutes later, as you wait for his response, you feel a small kick from your baby, as if it's echoing your craving for chocolatey goodness. "I know, I know... Daddy will bring us our food soon," you mumble as you rub your belly, feeling a mixture of love and anticipation.

Suddenly, a notification pops up on your phone, and your heart flutters with excitement. It's a message from Kylian.

Kylian: I love you a lot, princess. Is everything okay? I just finished practice. I should be heading home soon.

A warm smile spreads across your face, and you quickly reply, unable to contain your craving.

You: Yes, everything is fine... I was just wondering if you could bring me chocolate cake, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee with cake frosting!!!!!!

You press send, hoping he'd be up for this sweet indulgence. It doesn't take long before another message appears on your screen.

Kylian: Absolutely, my love! Consider it done. Anything for my two precious angels.

Your heart fills with gratitude and love for the thoughtful man you're lucky to call your boyfriend. The anticipation of enjoying that cake together makes you giddy.

30 minutes later, you hear the door creak open. Kylian steps into the house, carrying a small box in his hands. "Babe!" he calls out for you as he slips his shoes off. You quickly get up from the couch and practically run towards him. "KYLIAAAAAAAN," you squeal, unable to contain your excitement.

He looks at you with a playful grin, realizing just how excited you are. Setting the box down on the banister near the front door, he wraps his arms around you, careful to support your growing belly.

"Chocolate cake delivery for the beautiful mom-to-be," he says, his voice laced with tenderness and adoration. He kisses your forehead before you lift your head and kiss his lips, feeling a rush of love and happiness.

It's moments like these that remind you how lucky you are to have Kylian by your side, his love and support unwavering throughout this journey.

"Now, let's get baby Ky some cake!" he says happily as he grabs the cake box, leading the way to the living room.

You both make your way to the living room, where he places the cake box on the coffee table. He goes into the kitchen to grab a knife and small plates before returning back to the living room to cut you and him a slice.

"You know, Kylian, I didn't expect you to bring me a whole cake. A slice would have been fine," you laugh as you settle comfortably on the couch, your feet propped up on a cushion.

Kylian hands you the plate with a slice of cake on it, the heavenly aroma of chocolate wafts through the air, making your mouth water. "Babe, knowing you and our bun in the oven, you are definitely going to want more than one slice," Kylian says as he joins you, his arm around your shoulders.

As you savor each bite of the rich chocolate cake, you nod your head in agreement, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. "Yeah... you are definitely right," you say with a smile, appreciating his understanding and attentiveness.

With the cake now devoured, Kylian places the empty plates aside and turns his attention to you. Gently, he begins to massage your back, his hands working their magic, easing away any tension or discomfort.

"You are doing amazing, my love," he whispers, his voice filled with admiration. "Our baby boy is so lucky to have you as his mom. I can't wait for him to be born and for our little family to grow even more."

His words fill your heart with warmth and reassurance. You lean into his touch, feeling the love and support flowing through every caress.

"I can't wait either," you reply softly, tears of joy welling up in your eyes. "Thank you for being the most incredible partner and father. You make every day better, even with just a slice of chocolate cake."

As Kylian continues to massage your back and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, you realize that this simple evening together, filled with cake and affection, is a precious moment in your journey as a couple and as parents-to-be. And you couldn't be more grateful for the love and happiness that fills your home.

With contentment in your hearts and a cake-filled bliss, you decide to put on a comforting movie. Snuggled up against Kylian, his hand gently massaging your back, you feel a sense of tranquility wash over you.

In that moment, surrounded by love, cake, and the anticipation of your little one's arrival, you realize that life couldn't get any sweeter.

[bogusboxed]

Boxtobier ⊗ Day 1

"Go Big or Gourd Home.”

Pairing: Toby Rogers X GN!Reader

Theme: "Pumpkins." & "I've Got You.”

Rating: (PG-13)

Words: 3.9k

Trigger Warning(s): Vulgar Language & Descriptions of Scars.

        The rights to this character, "Ticci Toby," fully belong to Kastoway.

This is a fictional, harmless piece of writing; do not incorporate it into your daily life.

"I saw this on TikTok once!" Toby tried to speak before you cut him off. "Stop. Stop right there—we are not adding fucking mayo to this pumpkin pie."

You may have been trying to make a mess of the place with the poor excuse of trying to make a pie. But you weren’t about to add mayonnaise to this thing.

You sighed; maybe this wasn’t the best way to get payback on Tim.

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An hour before this deranged chaos, you’d been called down by Brian and Tim.

This wasn’t anything brand new; you were usually issued some requests, among other things, like a few tips, reminders, and things to do while they were out on their mission.

But instead, this time, you were greeted with a heap of shit. That heap was a very unwanted critique of your work performance.

Of course, it wasn’t like you couldn’t handle constructive criticism. No, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was his sassy little Southern attitude.

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Brian had been leaning against the wall closest to the front door in his typical canary hoodie. He wasn’t wearing his ski mask yet, instead clutching onto the fabric with a shit-eating grin. He watched you both silently, like a hawk above two bickering rabbits.

"I know you can do better than... well, that."

Tim sighed, making direct eye contact with you while baring a half-lidded expression. 

He hadn’t seemed bothered by his last-second addition; in fact, he seemed relaxed, placing his hands into his jeans pockets.

He didn’t harp on it too much but made it clear he wasn’t impressed by your "lackluster conduct" on your last mission. It was his professional way of saying he thought your way of handling your missions was half-assed and messy.

But, to you, it wasn’t any of his business to judge and stalk how well you performed solo. You knew you were the newest addition to the proxies, but you were just as capable as any other proxy, if not better.

So, in a childish backstab, you invited Toby (of all people) to make a pumpkin pie with you.

To the average person, making a pumpkin pie was an extremely nice thing to do with friends. But the thing was, you weren’t in it for the pie.

You were in it for the anarchy of a mess Toby was going to mindlessly create, and he was more than happy to oblige, thinking this was just a cute, innocent activity you two were going to bond over.

Currently, you had just shoved the pie into the rust-covered oven; it was finally semi-done, and all you had to do now was let the turmoil simmer.

Taking a swift and profound inhale, you let your shoulders fall. Considering all things, your plan to get revenge on Tim was going perfectly.

Taking the time to scan the granite countertop, you found that flour had been recklessly scattered and even dumped nearly all over the place. To add to this disaster, the pumpkin puree you two had fought with ended up everywhere, including the ceiling.

Admiring the mess you bet Toby would make with a devilish smile, you turned to your fawn-headed counterpart. He blinked slowly, his usual sarcastic, hyper personality dimming to detachment.

He took a sluggish, staggered exhale like he finally took in the severity of the mess you two made.

"...Tim’s going to kill us," he stuttered, fumbling over his words while mindlessly furrowing his thick eyebrows.

Looking at his face, a mix of pumpkin and flour was streaked all over his soft, distressed features. From his freckles to his scars, the ingredients covered just about all of him. It was even on the shitty apron he stole that read, "To-do list: Let's Get Griddy Gang." (What deranged teen did he steal that from?)

The corners of your lips curled upward as he watched a mischievous glint appear in your eyes. "I hope so."

"What—are you a masochist? -I-... never mind. Don’t answer that." He huffed, shivering from the chest up.

Not because he was cold, but because he just functioned like that.

He swallowed thickly, watching the kitchen timer slowly dial down. He couldn’t accept the fact that you genuinely wanted to make Tim hate your guts, so he just watered it down to you being clinically insane.

Although he wasn’t too off target.

You had your entire scheme planned out on a whim; once the pumpkin pie was done, you’d place it on the countertop and immediately leave for your mission with Toby, all right before your "roommates" got back.

Staying in a still, dazing silence, you decided you’d go ahead and get the most arguably important element you needed for this dessert. The thing that’d tie it all together, like the cherry on top of the hurricane.

The whipped cream.

Leaving the lankier man’s side, you traversed through the disordered mess to reach the fridge.

Heaving the steel door open, you were hit with a frigid breeze of air that’d been accumulating inside all day. Ignoring the cold, you allowed your eyes to filter through all the items. From the pickle jar, milk, and beer to the black body bag.

Until you saw it. You immediately reached up to the skinny aluminum can, and your warm palms quickly reacted to the cold metal. However, something was off.

It was light.

His gaze retreated from yours, tension rising in his limbs. He sank inward, his posture shrimping forward as you eyed his motions. He scratched his palm, clearly trying to avoid your suspicions.

He mumbled sharply, narrowing his eyes while feeling his throat constrict, "I was hungry—what else was I supposed to eat? - Pickles?"

You sighed, dismissing his defensive behavior as you brought the half-empty can to the nasty countertop. You didn’t get why he couldn’t just admit it and move on. You didn’t understand why he had to get so bent out of shape for being called out on something as stupid as that.

Your eyes apprehended the surrounding clutter with satisfaction. Dropping his behavior, you softly nodded your head to the wreckage of the kitchen. As disorienting as it looked to the average person, the mess had looked serene to you.

Even with Toby’s unclear personality, you had to admit you enjoyed his presence. Having to live in this cabin in the middle of nowhere was mind-wrenching and would make even the sanest person question things.

Especially since you worked under that thing.

Although the people you considered to be your current coworkers weren’t all that bad, when you reached the top, you were finally separated from the others. After that, your life had become substantially more placid.

It wasn’t to say the work wasn’t harder than before, because it was. But at least here you had real free time. You had time to clear your mind away from all the horrors of your job without being bothered by a coal-haired, tweaked-out serial killer.

Plus, Kate, Tim, Brian, and Toby were easier to stand than the others you had to work with, and unlike the others, you didn’t mind spending time with them. But you just wished you could’ve all met under different circumstances. (Not that you’d ever admit that to any of them.)

Finally placing the whipped cream on top of the cakey debris, Toby decided he’d continue the small talk, "So, uh, what are we going to do about the mess?"

He watered the situation down, knowing you both could visually see the multitude of the destruction.

"Nothing," you replied instantaneously as he stiffened at your words. 

His view flickered toward you as his mouth slightly hung open, forming a silent "O." By his expression, you could tell he was starting to actually believe you had a death wish.

He muttered under his breath, almost not believing what you were saying, "Why?"

You kept quiet, deciding whether or not telling him the truth about why he was here would be a good idea or not. You knew he had anger issues, but you didn’t know if your deceitful actions would set him off or not.

But yet again, lying would just escalate the problem.

"...To get back at Tim," you exhaled softly, knowing just how childish it sounded.

He tilted his head at you. To him, the words that came from your mouth were foreign. He didn’t know how to take being associated with your crimes, but he didn’t mind it all that much. 

He just thought you were stupid.

"Yeah, 'cause that’s a good fucking idea." He chuckled at you, his healed mouth tear contorting upward.

In a hush, he still had a smile indented into his features. He wasn’t going to shoot down your plans entirely, considering he’d had his agenda of getting back at Tim.

Looking at you with his curved features, he questioned your methods, "Then what? I mean, he’s going to be back eventually, and he's going to be pissed."

"By that time, I should be off on my mission." You folded, admitting the rest of your plans to your now willing accomplice.

Toby held his tongue with a light smile. He began to lean back on the disaster of a countertop behind him, not thinking about the potential that it could stain the back of his hoodie.

You watched him lay the rest of his weight back before moving a hand to his temple. Strands of hair that once stuck to his forehead were fluffed as he allowed himself to drop his shoulders.

His nut-brown eyes were dilated and unfocused on anything you had to say.

All things considered, this was a pretty positive response from Toby. He didn’t seem all that tense, and you knew what he was typically like from the months you’d shared a cabin with him.

But, from his current expression, you didn’t have an ounce of worry that you’d get any backlash from him. In fact, he seemed all in on your naive rebellion against Tim.

He chewed on his raw bottom lip absently and said, "Y’know, I tried—to burn down the cabin my first week."

You felt your eyes blink several times before fully processing what he just said. Hearing that, you regretted not going further with your actions. (Poor Tim.)

You raised your eyebrows involuntarily, replying, "If you're still standing, then maybe I have a chance."

He breathlessly chuckled at your words, continuing to gnaw on his healed wounds. A droplet of crimson raced down his chin as he nibbled at it, not noticing the warm liquid trace his scar-filled features.

He stood there, still reclined on the granite, "Yeah- well, Tim dragged me along for any missions he had after that."

Hearing those words, you felt your throat tighten. Now you really couldn’t afford to be caught in the crossfire of this mess. But if what he said was true (and it probably was), You’d only be denying the inevitable of having to be followed by Tim for a good month or two.

But, yet again, maybe he’d have more mercy on you, considering you didn’t burn down the cabin.

*DING*

The dingy, off-white kitchen timer finally rang, breaking the slight silence you two had harbored. You felt yourself flinch at the abrupt buzz, while Toby didn’t seem all that phased by the sudden noise, and if he was, he was able to unconsciously restrict his movement.

You rambled some curse words before swiftly racing over to the 2000s stove. Your hands ran to the knob, cranking it off before grabbing two distinct, picnic-looking gloves from the stovetop you’d conveniently left beforehand. Hastily, you slid your red gingham-patterned mittens on as you yanked the oven door open.

A wave of heat blew against your face, causing a slight burning sensation on your cheeks. The warmth enveloped you, putting a thin layer of sweat on your forehead.

The heat messed with your vision as you aggressively blinked through it.

With the hot breeze, you could smell the pie. The aroma was soft on your nose, as hints of cinnamon and spice danced in the air. The addicting smell was enough to make you take a quick inhale before returning to your original focus.

Through the heated air, the oven’s interior light helped to illuminate the scene. The dim light revealed a perfectly caramelized pumpkin pie that sat in the middle of a metal tray.

Steam radiated from the pie, showing it was still somewhat cooking.

Reaching inside, you grabbed the blazing pan from the inferno. Lifting the tray, you could feel just how heavy the pie was.

The baked good was a hefty, dense pie that completely relied on your steadiness to not collide with the floor. You could feel your frame teetering, inches away from falling face-first into the oven.

You swallowed, trying your hardest not to tip over while still pulling the pastry out.

Finally retrieving the tray a little more than halfway, thoughts started to impulsively soil your mind. What if you went too fast and it tipped over? What if you had bent too far and there was just no safe way to retreat?

At this point, you could feel just how hot the cooking tray was.

You felt how the heat seeped through the fabric mittens and onto your palms. 

You needed to speed up before you burned yourself. Pulling the pan up further, you suddenly felt your soles slowly slip due to the pumpkin puree under you.

Dread filled you as you began to slide on the smooth flooring. 

You had accepted your fate, and while still trying to lift the burning tray to a safe spot, you started sliding fully. Thinking of a safe way to execute your plan, you paused your movement to not further the slide. 

That was until you felt a presence hovering behind you.

You would’ve questioned the person if you didn’t have a steaming pan stuck in both hands. Standing there, almost falling with the tray, two skinny hands quickly covered your own from behind.

Arms surrounded yours, helping you hold onto the pan.

"I’ve got you." Toby stuttered as he stabilized you and the tray.

You were stunned, to say the least. You did need help; you just didn’t expect it to come in this manner. He was close—almost too close for just friends to be. You could hear his rapid heartbeat as his muted, warm breath invaded your neck.

The sensation that this brought was so much warmer than the freshly baked pie that had been cemented to your hands.

Your thoughts felt like they were leaking out of your head like your brain was slipping out of your ear.

Noiselessly, you froze up like an idiot. Thoughts paralyzed you when you smelled the pine on his worn-out hoodie.

Every breath you took sealed your fate. You wanted to speak, but here you were holding your peace. The feeling pulsing through you had to have been what sinking in quicksand felt like.

He had planned on mirroring your movements from behind until you just decided to stand still like a mannequin on display, "Are you going to place it? Or what?"

God, you had been spacing out.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. Returning to consciousness, you forced yourself to continue your original plan. Ignoring the figure observing your stillness, you finally pulled the tray out completely.

The weight of the pie, which seemed almost unmanageable seconds ago, was now securely resting in your shared hands.

Carefully holding the fall-themed dessert, you maneuvered the both of you to the gasoline stovetop. The way you two cooperated felt like a team game as you both gently placed the pumpkin pie down.

Once the pan made a satisfying clink sound with the oven, his bony hands swiftly uncovered yours. He pulled his lean, well-formed arms, now fully away from your figure.

As you pulled your oven mittens from your warm palms, you felt his brisk absence.

Exhaling, you distracted yourself with the pie. The once-saffron orange had been reduced to a muted ginger. Near the edges of the circular treat was a deep auburn shade hinting that it’d been cooking using its heat. 

Admiring your work, you couldn’t help but think how good it’d taste on a crisp Halloween night.

The toasty atmosphere was still swirling, enveloping the both of you. Inhaling the aroma of the freshly baked pie, you could feel the lingering tension. Your breath stifled, trying to embrace the smell rather than your accusing thoughts.

A mix of cinnamon, nutmeg, and a tinge of cloves spread through the cabin like wildfire. Honestly, the pie smelled like a lit candle from a high-end store.

Looking back at Toby, you met his sight, "Thanks."

The words were plain and simple. Relaxing you could feel the heat of the room gradually decline.

"A-huh," he muttered back at you, resigning his gaze to the floor.

You watched him scratch the inside of his mixed hands more destructively than he needed to. The conversation was growing dry as you didn’t say anything in response to his dead tone.

Your sight soon hunted down the almost hollow can. There wasn’t much left. Not nearly enough for each slice to have its own dollop. Would one swirl in the middle be enough, or was it not even worth it at that point?

Indecisiveness flared through you as you decided to use this moment as a spark for conversation, "Cream or no cream?"

"Well, there’s not much left, but if you want to do one dumb dollop, then go ahead." He replied, picking at his fingers like he wasn’t the reason you were lacking whipped cream.

Looking at him this close, you could tell he was chewing the inside of his cheek. He seemed to have ignored what happened last time. Eyes tracing to the other side, you looked at the hollow gape in his mouth. Teeth ran up his jaw like a canine, revealing his darkened gums.

You tapped your fingers on the skinny can like a drum as his eyes flickered to yours. "Y’know, it’s rude to— stare."

You slightly recoiled, turning your gaze elsewhere as he dropped his head slightly to the side. Unannounced to you, a misshapen smile formed on his face. He was fond of the way you responded to his words.

"Sorry." You exhaled, knowing he was playing with you.

In response to your words, he lightheartedly giggled. He had a certain way of letting you know if he was upset with you, and this wasn’t it. But, still, you didn’t want to set him off in any way.

He knew he shouldn’t mess with you like that, but he found it so addicting.

You heard a firm click of the tongue, and unwillingly, you turned back to him. He was tracing his convoluted scars with his index finger; no blood dripped from the healed wounds. At this point, it seemed he wanted your attention.

He wanted you to look at his wilted wounds with loathing repulsion. He needed to hear you critique his looks so he could bury the feeling deep inside of him.

Instead, your sight trailed from his face to his arms and then to his hands.

His sculpted hands were littered with disfigured markings from his past. The valleys of his fingers had been flawed with absent chucks of flesh like he’d gnawed them off a while ago.

But that aged damage wasn’t what you were disturbed by.

It was the inflamed scarlet decorating his chapped palms. The marking seemed tender to the touch, unlike the rehabilitated marks everywhere else. He held his shaky breath in his throat, seeming to realize what you were skeptical of.

"...You touched the pan, didn’t you?" Your words came out loosely; you watched him swallow densely now, not enjoying the words coming from you.

He kept silent with a stiff expression (he got caught red-handed), "Maybe."

Of course, Toby couldn’t feel it, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t injured. With the number of reckless incidents he inflicted on himself, you’d think he’d learned by now.

Typically, his only argument was that it gave you all the superhuman ability to heal wounds overnight, and while that was true, it could still get infected in that time frame.

Inhaling, you wished that he hadn’t helped you after all. He didn’t have to, but he did. Of course, you might’ve fallen on your ass if he hadn't, but still, there was a chance you wouldn’t have.

Maybe he was scared that you'd drop the pie you two worked so hard on, or maybe he was driven by a feeling of irrationality that had him doing before thinking.

You came to his side before calmly reaching out for his scorched palms. He withdrew naturally before he realized your intentions. He soon gently rested both of his unstable hands on yours.

Taking both of his trauma-filled hands, you investigated the swollen skin. You absent-mindedly started to run your digits all along the inflamed marks.

Reaching his palms, you could tell he was much warmer than he should’ve been.

In concern, you mildly pulled him by the wrist. Mindfully, you both treaded through the battlefield of a mess to the sink. You turned the faucet, bringing it to a slow, manageable pace.

Quickly, swatting your hand through the water to ensure it was at a safe temperature, you pulled his wrist again, motioning him to cool down the wound. He glared at you before giving in to your concerns. The water splashed the side of the sink in response to his hands suddenly changing the course of the mini waterfall.

He stayed quiet, looking down at you. "You realize I can’t feel it, right?"

"Yeah, but you’re still wounded." You rebutted his obvious observation, holding back the urge to say something witty.

You solemnly watched the liquid deliberately stop the inflammation. It wasn’t like you didn’t know about his medical condition; it was more that you didn’t like him denying his physical well-being. Sure, it wasn’t a big deal to him, but it was to you.

"...Thank you." The words dripped from the grit of his teeth lowly, almost like he didn’t want you to hear them.

You grinned hearing him force his pride away, "You’re welcome."

You looked him in the eyes and kept your smile. It felt right to help him, and it felt even better to hear him praise your efforts.

"We should probably-" He tried to speak until both of you were abruptly cut off by a noise neither of you wanted to hear.

The doorbell.

Heads turned to the front door; it was obvious they were back. Anticipation bubbled viciously in your stomach. How long had you two been messing around?

This wasn’t good. Neither of you was supposed to be here right now. It wasn’t part of the plan. You felt your body stiffen as you swiftly looked at your partner in crime. He seemed to stare at you just the same.

"Fuck."

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Written By: Verdana. (bogusbox)

Beta [Alpha] Reader: Sara. (tobyskitten342)

Mentions: @flufftober & @tobyskitten342

A/N: I won't be participating much this year due to my personal life. Things are pretty messy over here, but I hope the oneshots I do post are okay!

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[helloitstsyu]

you get to wear a mask | Tom Cruise [fluff]

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Summary : As a celebrity, it's nearly impossible to go and to do normal life activities in public. So, as his girlfriend, you offer Tom a solution.

Pairing : Tom Cruise x female!businesswoman!reader

A/N : it's my first fluff y'all🥹, i hope you like it as much i love writing it. this makes me giggle so much as i imagine it. I wanna know what you think abt this one, talk to me, babes!

WC : 3157

"Babe! I'm gonna go run some errands, do you want something specifically?" You shout as you gather your things before you head out the door.

Tom walks downstairs. He just had finished making a phone call with none other than his creative partner, Christopher McQuarrie. Ever since he landed in Los Angeles this morning, he's been occupied with work phone calls.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

Lifting your head up you see your boyfriend walking towards you, he leans against the doorway of your kitchen and put his hands inside his trousers pocket.

"Grocery, we literally have nothing in here,"

You're a thriving businesswoman. A CEO of an e-commerce fashion startup. You constantly hopping between big cities for work, New York, Los Angeles, London, and Paris, that's why you decided you expand your assets and buying apartments in each city so that you don't waste your money for expensive hotel expenses. Hence, why you don't have anything in your LA home since you haven't lived here for the past few months.

Tom pouts, "I just finished my calls, and now you wanna leave me,"

You and Tom have somewhat of a long distance relationship. With him caught up and busy filming and you running your business. It took extra effort to spend time together with your man. Though, two of you are keeping one important rule, never spend apart for 2 weeks. And for so long you've been living to that.

You smile as Tom gives you puppy dog eyes. "Why? You wanna come with me?" You smirk.

Tom smiles, "If it means i get to spend more time with you, yes," Tom steps forward and pulling you closer by your hips, "But, you know... i don't think whole food is Tom Cruise friendly,"

You chuckle as Tom place a sweet kiss on your cheek, "i missed you so much, baby,"

Suddenly, the brightest ideas come to your mind.

"I have an idea..." You smile and wiggle your brows.

Tom crook his head as he sees that mischievous grin on your face. For as he thought, you might be plotting something that beyonds the world's expectations.

"This is not what i had in mind when you said you have an idea," Tom protests as you sit down in front of him. You turn your makeup bag upside down, and all of your makeup products rain to the floor.

"You get to wear a mask, Ethan, you love when you got to wear a mask, don't you,"

Tom sighs "Never i thought someone would use that line to turn against me,"

"Tommy, you love when i throws you movies references at you,"

Tom chuckles and shakes his head. You take your phone and turn on the camera. You start recording and put your phone on the coffee table, rest it to a coffee mug so it stands still perfectly.

"What are you doing? Why are you taping this?" Tom asks.

"So we can have memory to look back to," You said as you prop the camera.

"Nonono, NO! you're not recording this," Tom reaches to your phone.

"Thomas!" You slap his and before it can reach your phone.

Witnessing the look you have on your face and the shift in your tone, Tom feels like he just seen your inner mother gothel. He sighs and just gives in.

"You're not gonna post that, though,"

"Of course i won't! It'll be our sweet secret memory, yep?" You smile at him, and Tom only smiles back sarcastically.

"Oh, come on, Thomas! It's not like you haven't got your makeup done for carpets or films anyway,"

You take a few pumps of your foundation to the back of your hand. Dotting the product on several spots of his face, then you start spreading it evenly using your brush.

"Yeah? Well, my makeup artist doesn't have that devilish-mischievous grin on their faces,"

"Baby... i need you to trust me," you said seriously.

Tom grunts and stops protesting.

"This is definitely the wrong shade... you're much tanner than me,"

"Oh, great," He rolls his eyes.

You chuckle, "How do you usually have your makeup on?" You ask.

Taking your fenty cream contour, you swipe them on the back of your hand and mix it with the foundation to create darker shade. Et Voila, the perfect match to his skin.

"Just- what do you call it? concealer?... maybe a little foundation if needed, like if i haven't gotten enough sleep,"

"Yeah? You never have like a full face of makeup? Character makeup?" You ask again as you still apply foundation all over his skin.

"Um... not really, maybe for vanilla sky,"

"Oh yeah! i remember that... that was a scary face though, tell me bout it,"

Tom starts to tell the story about the David Aames makeup he had on Vanila Sky. Well, as you thought, work does stop him from protesting and whining like an annoyed little boy.

You giggle after finishing spreading the foundation and concealer evenly all over his face. His skin looks so good, better than yours even. He has such perfect, well taken care of skin.

You take your face pallette next.

"What's that?" Tom asks.

"My fenty contour and highlight stick, it's to redefine the shadows and highlights of your face, cause after i finish applying foundation, your face now is all in one flat tone." You said as you apply the bronzer and contour to his cheek and forehead.

Tom thinks for a moment, "Why are you teaching me this stuff as if I'm gonna need to do makeup to myself?"

You laugh. "Well, baby, you never know... maybe someday your makeup artist catches a cold before red carpet," Tom chuckles and shakes his head.

You continue to apply contour and highlighter on his face. After setting it all with a translucent powder and put some blush on his cheeks, Tom reopens his eyes with you grinning widely.

"You look different," you giggle.

Tom takes a peek on your phone screen to look at what his face looks like.

"Babe, you can't look yet!" You stop him from peeking, but he managed to get a glimpse of what he looks like.

"Oh god! You supposed to make me look unrecognizable, not girly!"

"Your skin looks beautiful tho, you have such nice skin,"

Tom rolls his eyes and grunts.

"Why do i agree to this," Tom mutters.

"Well, darling, you do this because you lo—" Your words stop at the tip of your tongue when you realize the L word hasn't come out yet. None of you have said the L word you've only been with him for a few months.

Tom realizes how your expression drops. He knows what you were about to say. The quick expression shifts on your face from cheerful to a saddened look, sends rushes of pain inside his veins.

"...I mean... You'd do this because you're an adrenaline junkie... right? You like challenging yourself. But i guess you don't have to... i-if you don't really want to," you look down at the scattering makeup products on the floor.

That makes his heart break.

These past few months, Tom has been feeling that bubbling-odd feeling inside him building. He knows he's hooked in deeply. He can't stop thinking of you. You're constantly on his mind, and he admires you deeply. He just hasn't got enough balls to say the word to your face. He's afraid that he's moving too fast.

Tom takes your hand, which is holding a blush brush.

"Come on, need more blush," he smiles.

Beat drops. Even that got your heart swims in wonders. Giggling again, you apply a little more blush to his face, and soon, the apples of his cheek look like a blushing porcelain doll.

Next step, eyebrows. You always love his thick eyebrows. You think it's a statement of him. You take your brow gel, and you brush his brow upwards, and diagonally, you try your best to make them look good.

"I always wanted to do your brows... but it's kinda hard though," you mutter. "Hmm... yeah they look good enough,"

And to make you happy, of course he gives in and lets you do everything to his face. Tom looks at you deeply. Those eyes that he's been giving you for the past 5 minutes starts to make your heart beats faster and your palm sweating. Those eyes are the reason you're here. Everytime Tom looks at you like this, you swear you feel like you've been sent to heaven.

"Stop that!" You chuckle and cover his eyes. He knows you get butterflies when he gives you those eyes and he adores that you try to pretend as if you're not flustered.

Tom chuckles, "I'm not doing anything, darling,"

"Shut up, help hold me this, Tom," you said, handing him an open eyeshadow palette.

"Close your eyes for me, sweet," you kindly ask.

Tom follows all that you said. You begin applying eyeshadow to his eyelids. Deciding to go for an angel eyes look to complement those beautiful emerald eyes.

"Ow! What is that?" Tom asks, look you back in the eyes.

"Just powder," you apply the other eye the same color of eyeshadow too.

"OW! It's like burning," Tom narrows his eyes.

"No, it's not!" You grin

"Right where you just put it, it's burning... seriously!"

You stop applying them and sit back straight. Looking at his eyelids, you try to find if something is wrong, if there's any redness or anything.

"Is it still?" You ask.

"Yes!" Tom grins

You chuckle nervously, "What if you're allergic?"

Just when you start to think he's being serious, you can see shift in his eyes. "What if?!"

"Don't lie to me! I can tell when you're acting!"

"I'm serious!" Tom exclaims, but the grin still stays on his face.

You apply more to his crease.

"Arrghhh," Tom yelps.

"Tommy, stop it! I can smell you lying!" You slap his shoulder, and Tom laughs.

You take your favorite maybelline mascara and your magical shu uemura eyelash curler.

"Wait, what's that? That looks dangerous!" Tom holds your hand down.

"Just an eyelash curler,"

"Nnonono,... don't bringing that thing near my eyes," Tom pushes away your hand.

"Tom,... tommy, relax, just trust me, Baby, come on," you try to stop him from pushing your hand away.

And again, he gives in.

"Look down," you told him to do, adorably, Tom misunderstood and buck his head down.

Pulling his head back straight, you chuckle, "No, baby, you look down with your eyes not with your head,"

"Don't poke my eyes,"

"I won't... i need you to relax, okay?" Tom nods,

"Aaahh..." Tom squeals as you clamp those beautiful long lashes.

You can't stop laughing to your sweet boyfriend's funny reaction. The fact that you have an older boyfriend, a grown man, more than that, your boyfriend is the freaking Tom Cruise. The guy who did daring stunts as his way to pay the check. Now you got him squealing like a big baby. Thank God you tape this moment.

"Okay, okay... I'm done," you said,

Tom sighs hard, "Jesus Christ! it was scarier than hanging on the side of a plane!"

You feel like your stomach starts to get hurt from all the non-stop laughter. This is the best thing that ever happened in your life. Tom Cruise, finally admitting to be scared of something.

"Okay, baby, Mascara, now this will be tricky, just trust me on this one, keep your eyes down and still, ready?" You ask.

"Wait, is that like waterproof? Can it come off?" Tom stops you.

"No, it'll come off,"

"How do i get it off?" He asks.

"You just rub it,"

Tom takes a long deep breath, "Okay, go" he said.

You start applying a good amount of mascara to his lashes. Rolling the wand on his lashes.

"I don't like it..." Tom whines like a big baby sissy.

You can't help but to laugh out loud.

"Aaaahh..., i don't like it," Tom cries again as you put mascara on to his other eye.

Feels like you have a full abs workout. Even you're tearing up from laughing too much.

Now, Tom looks gorgeous, jeez, he looks like a freaking poster model. His eyelashes are snatched and thick long. The sparkly pink and bronze eyeshadows makes his green eyes pop even brighter. Guess you were right, you always thought he'd be pretty too as a girl just as much as he is as a man. He has such a good genes.

You giggle, "you look so pretty, Tommy!" you smile.

"I'm gonna have to contour your nose though. You have such a manly nose, babe," you said as you picked up your go-to fenty contour stick again.

"Um... yeah?! because I'm a man??... I have a freaking annaconda under my pants,"

You gasp, eyes widen in shock, "TOMMY!" You slap his shoulder.

Tom laughs upon watching how your cheek burns in red cherry color. Tom loves to tease you and catch you off guard like that, making you flustered and burn in red.

"Can't believe you said that," you apply the contour again on his nose.

"Well, you like it, don't you?" Tom chuckles.

"I meant you have such a distinct nose! That's such a Tom Cruise nose,"

You blend the contour on his nose. Trying to make it look somewhat different than his famous nose. Tom can't stop grinning widely at you.

As you focus on making his nose look different, Tom looks at you deeply with that look again. The corner of his lips slightly curls up, his tender gaze glued still on you. His hands are on your thighs, softly caressing your smooth skin with his thumb. You feel butterflies fluttering inside of you again.

You giggle, "Can you stop looking at me with those eyes!" You cover his eyes with your hand again,

"What eyes?" Tom smiles wider, he holds your hand down and leans in to place a kiss on your cheek.

"Tom..." You giggle.

"Do i make you nervous or something, Miss Makeup Artist?"

You giggle as Tom sends attacks of sweet kisses on your cheek and neck.

"Tommy, come on, you're not done yet,"

Tom chuckles and sit back straight again. You steal a kiss before you put a nude pink colored lipstick on that lips. Then, you're all done with his makeup.

"There you go... oohhh look at you girl, you look so beautiful!!" You giggle.

Tom looks over at your phone screen. His jaw hangs wide open when he finds the result of your work on his face.

"Oh my lord!" Tom exclaims in a southern accent, which earning you to laugh even louder.

"Darling, what did you do to me?! I look like my sisters!"

You're rolling all over the floor. Bursting in loud laughter. Your stomach hurt and you can't stop some tears to spill out.

"Oh wait, i forgot one thing!" You take your setting spray and spray it to his face.

"What- does it make it not wash off?!" Tom asks.

You grin widely and nod, "Yeah,"

His jaw hangs and eyes widen, "Are you serious?!" Tom crooks his head to the side.

You chuckle, "Yeah... it won't wash off for 6 hours," You lie.

"DARLING!" Tom tickles your waist.

You laugh and hold down his hands. You hand Tom a mirror. He looks at his face closer with wide eyes. Scanning the details of artwork on his face. His eyes nearly bulges out off his head.

"SWEET JESUS! My eyes are scaring me!... Look at my lashes, they grew 2 inches more!"

You for sure can not feel your stomach. Your cheek burns from laughing too much. Feels like the muscles there have their own workouts.

Afterwards, you told Tom to change his clothes with your pink baggy hoodie. Your big hoodie still fits him like a normal-well-fitted hoodie, though this one is better  than his previous outfits that hug his body tightly, showing all of his muscles. You also insist Tom to put on your Jessica Rabbit's wig that you have, and you once use them for a Halloween party.

Later that day, You managed to take Tom Cruise grocery shopping in downtown Los Angeles without one person recognizing him. It was a mission accomplished. Well, some of the people there give him a weird look though.

Before you went to bed, you sent McQ the selfie of you and Tammy (you said to McQ Tammy was your new friend), and he too can not tell who's next to you at first! Took McQ a couple of minutes and a closer look before he texted back, "THAT'S TOM?! YO WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Tom comes out from the bathroom. "Honey! You send McQ the pictures?!"

"What pictures?" You act dumb as you eat your strawberries that you bought earlier.

"Oh you know what I'm talking about," He narrows his eyes and have his hand on his hips.

You giggle again, "yeah..."

"Y/N Y/LN!"

"Oh come on, Thomas, no need to be dramatic here, sweetie. McQ couldn't recognize you that means i did a great job... you too honey! You just went grocery shopping! I'm proud of you!" You come to him and kiss his cheek.

"That was your best acting too, baby," you tease him again. Gives him a playful wink as you click your tongue.

Tom looks at you still. His shoulders drop slowly as his gaze soften at you.

"Thank God, i love you," he said.

You feel your heart skipped a beat, and the clock stops ticking for a moment. You look back at his eyes with wide eyes. You stop chewing the frozen strawberry inside your mouth.

"What?" You ask with your mouth stuffed full.

"Of course i do, you're my dream come true, I was just afraid to say that too soon, but i can't help it any longer. And I don't expect you to say—"

Tom smiles and sits next to you, "You heard me... i love you, Y/N... i love you so much that i let you do shit to my face,"

Tears start to brimming in your eyes. You feel your heart warming up. Tom runs his fingers through your hair.

"... and I'd let you do it all over again if it means i get to be with you, i love you, darling," he smiles.

Swallowing the strawberry inside your mouth. Tears finally falls to your cheek, to which Tom quickly wipes away. "Y-you... love me?" You ask softly.

"I love you!" You cut him immediately.

Tom freezes for a moment before he smiles, "What?" He asks.

You smile, "I know i said to take this slow, but... but i love you,... Gosh, i love you so much, Tom,"

Tom smiles, wraps his hands around you, and brings you forward for a kiss.

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[frozen-snowflakesandsunflowers]

Frozen nods/ Easter eggs in Wish

Now I had to make this post because initially many people thought it was the new Frozen but it's nothing like Frozen in its own good way. But I wanted to point out a few things that I thought were inspiration from Frozen. And that's given because Jennifer Lee is part of this movie too.

Note : This is not meant for comparison as to which is better as people have different opinions nor is it a who is better in characters either. Take this as Frozen Easter eggs if you must.

Queen Elsa and Queen Amaya

The thing I noticed is the similarities between Elsa's main icy blue iconic dress (In Frozen and the end of Frozen 2) and Amaya's gown and their personalities too. Queen Amaya is portrayed with a long braid, an off the shoulder dress with a layered middle slit on the skirt, a triangular or pointed waistline and two long see through capes and not too mention the pointed ends of the sleeves. Plus both are Queens. The skirt also has an upwards pointed design like Elsa's fifth spirit gown. Now I'm not saying this is a bad thing but just that it was clear Elsa was her inspiration for her character. She also has similar poses to Elsa as seen below and her personality is calm and modest as a Queen. If Frozen kept Elsa's fifth spirit necklace from the concept art then that'd be another similarity with both of them wearing necklaces/ pendants.

Amaya's design is honestly a very beautiful design and really gets me just excited for what Elsa's attire will be for Frozen 3 and 4. I'm just in awe of the dress structure too. I'm currently working on possibilities for that with Elsa's most iconic dress and her fifth spirit dress combining to one.

Hans and Simon

The other thing that I thought could be a nod and tease was to Hans with Simon. In my Wish review (previous post) I mention the good and bad sides to Simon's...

Spoilers below!!

... betrayal. In Wish, Simon betrays his friends and hands in Asha then the other friends. His friends call him a betrayer (I think it was). Then at the end after Magnifico is defeated, Simon apologizes to Asha. It was kind of a twist but I kinda saw it coming from the beginning and honestly not as good as Hans' twist despite him being the real villain of the movie and Simon not. In Frozen 2, everyone basically calls Hans a betrayer after he betrays the kingdom and Anna. But why I think this may be a possible hint of Hans' redemption in the upcoming Frozen movies, is because Simon apologizes too. Before I expand on that Simon does look like Hans with the shade of red hair too. But I know Hans won't be redeemed in the same way if he returns but I'm just saying it's possible that it's a hint by Jennifer (I know Hans fans would like to disagree but hear me out please) because I'm sure she has a sense of the story at the time of writing this.

I don't think it's right to compare Hans with Magnifico because they're nothing alike. Magnifico is self centered and loves power, in the magical and throne sense. Though Hans' movies appear as stealing the throne, if we read is backstory in 'A Frozen Heart' book, with the abuse by his brothers and father with no love or place it's kind of justifiable. Hans isn't self centered and wants the best for Arendelle even if it means killing Elsa to end this winter. Magnifico is a villain villain. Hans' has potential for redemption.

I know it's crazy but speaking of crazy...

“I/ We love crazy”

There's also a nod to Hans' “I love crazy” quote with Asha saying that talking animals and nature is crazy to which the talking mushrooms reply “We love crazy”. I loved it.

Just follow the string

Also I guess you could say, or at least I take the red string used by Star as a nod to Frozen Fever with Elsa using a red string to guide Anna to her birthday tour of presents around the castle and kingdom for Anna.

Valentino/ Star and Sven/ Olaf

With Valentino being the goat pet and Star being the magical creation born, it reminds me of Sven and Olaf. Valentino has a mischievous... I guess you could say.. personality and has a low/ deep voice. Sven doesn't talk but Kristoff makes his own voice deeper and humorous to do so. Star is a magical creation born out of a wish Asha, the protagonist, makes. He also has a humourous touch to him and a bit of nativity to him given he was just born. Olaf is the snowman Elsa, one of the protagonists, creates out of a subconscious desire to want to be free with her powers and feelings to create a snowman. Like Star he is funny, cute and is naïve at times. Not to mention both duos are chaotic and fun together and are males.

If I've missed any please do let me know and I'll edit it here! Hope you enjoyed Wish if you've watched it and enjoy Frozen's upcoming 10th anniversary while looking forward to Frozen 3 and 4!

[thatcanadianfangirl]

JJ Maybank// Healing Takes Time Pt.2

JJ Maybank X Jade (Booker) Routledge

Plot: When Jade is all alone at the chateau falling asleep on the hottest night of the year she hears a loud noise that makes her skin crawl. She discovers JJ on the sofa after what seems like a run-in with the kooks again. With some reluctance he allows his best friend's Twin to patch him up. Falling apart in her clutch that night she discovers that the clash he experienced earlier was something deeper than just some lousy rich boy. He returns to her every time it occurs, he never talks and always leaves before Jade stirs away. That is until one day he does.

Word Count: 4.7k+

Disclaimer: Brother's bestfriend, slow burn, talks of domestic abuse, and mentions of underage drinking. minor writing errors even though this is edited.

{Part One}

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The excruciating heat from the summer sun had made sleep too uncomfortable to keep. Sweat began to latch onto every inch of my body like a second skin. I felt drowsy as my mind began pulling to the front again.

The empty space beside me still radiated warmth from the boy who occupied it last night. A strange feeling of lost overwhelmed me at the knowledge of JJ escaping while I was unconscious. But there also was a foreign and very pleasant emotion starting to plant its-self.

What the fuck is happening to me?

With a cat nap stretch I grasps the most ancient iPhone I've laid eyes on, but it was $500 dollars cheaper than a brand new one, I shouldn't be complaining. Three hours before my shift at the Pelican Yacht Club and another hour ahead of my alarm. Unfortunately there's no chance of me passing out again with the temperatures so high today.

With a heavy heart I scoured the house just incase JJ decided to relocate himself. Every room was completely vacant and there was no sign of life anywhere. John B still appeared to on hiatus and the concern began fluttering. That kid better have the decency to send me a text soon.

After a hot shower I still felt mentally exhausted from the night I had with JJ. It shattered my heart to see him that vulnerable, that broken. I want that prick to drown himself six-hundred feet under the sea. Jay wasn't anything close to perfect but he definitely didn't deserve to be beaten by the one person who was suppose to protect him.

I hoped that blonde boy didn't escape back home to that sorry excuse of a man he was forced to call dad. My throat tightened and it was hard to contain the burning tears.

I took my time preparing myself. I wasn't a fan of your every day kook but with the pay my promotion brought just about made up for it.

Capturing my Jeep keys, I made my way out of the Chateau and through the porch. The yard was Pogue-less and the Twinkie was not in her original spot. Where the hell was my brother? Although my day would go a lot more seamless if I knew where he was. I'm still passive-aggressive towards him for leaving me in that damned place alone.

With the spare time and extra cash I had I was able to grab a bite to eat and hit up the gas station. I really needed to get mobile minutes and fill up the Jeep for the rest of the week.

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I was relived to be sitting at the reception desk in the cool air conditioned building. Watching a few others from the cut maintaining and fuel up various boats out on the docks. A job I had last year and frankly didn't miss for a single second. Taking this job serious was the best decision I've made in my entire life.

Through the glass door I could see a familiar SUV pulling up front. I spotted Kiara, another friend of my twin brother. She rounded the rear and started for the front doors. I consider Kie a friend of mine as well, she often pulled me along with them. Always mentioning how nice it was to have another girl around to balance out that intoxication masculine energy.

"Good evening, Miss Carrera. Is there anything I help you with today?" I announced in my service voice once she walked through the doors. She flashed me a mischievous grin and I swore I could giggle at the sight.

Kiara wore a vibrant and suitable outfit for the hot weather. She always had such a fun style making me yearn for a body I didn't have. I loved my curves but the hope for Kiara donating to my empty closet was almost comparable. It was hard to find cute discounted or thrifted clothing in my size.

"Yes, Miss Routledge I need the Carrera's Princess y72 fueled and prepped for an evening trip to the mainland." She held an elegant tone and straighten her posture as she addressed me.

I forced a laugh down and continued to play along with our ruse. "Not a problem, It'll be ready for 3:00pm. How does that sound?"

"That simply will not do." She shook her head and both of her front braids followed. "Did you not hear me? I said evening trip." I almost chocked sensing how much she struggled to keep the kook behavior.

"My apologies Miss Carrera. How does 5:00pm sound instead." I offered,

"Yes, why couldn't you just get it right the first time?" she pawed the air in displeasure.

It took two seconds before we fell into a fit of laughter so hard it began to hurt. Her dark skin starting to turn pink as she gasped for air and it only made me laugh harder.

The clearing of ones voice had me swallowing down the ounce of happiness I had today. Fear washed over me as I spotted my boss Pike, standing a few feet away. Arms crossed over his lean chest as he analyzed the scene before him.

"Sorry, sir." I croaked.

He approached the reception desk and leaned his body weight against it. With firm green eyes he stared me down. At the tense anticipation I prepared myself for a scolding. A small one, but a scolding nonetheless.

Glancing at Kiara I could have sworn her eyes almost rolled out of their sockets. I opened my mouth to investigate my punishment but nothing came out.

"Loosen up kid." He breaks into humorous smile. "You dedicated so much to this company and as long as you're doing your job I don't care who comes to visit you during your shift." He shrugs nonchalantly.

The sword above my head vanished into thin air and my lungs began filling back up with oxygen again. "You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that. I was worried you were fed up with me." I say with a smile of appreciation.

"I could never be, just keep up the good work." He replies with a wink and a too friendly smile as he began retreating.

"As always." I speak over my shoulder watching his tall frame disappear behind the pristine blue wall. My presentable mannerism fleeting my being once my attention clung onto Kiara again.

"Now what were you going to ask me before you almost got me fired." I sassed and gave her a lighthearted glare.

She scoffs dramatically and says "If anything I pushed you closer to the manager position. Pike really seems to be impressed with your work ethic." Kiara's face softened and I couldn't help the proud smile spreading onto my lips at the adoration swirling in her brown eyes.

"Maybe," I shrug. "But it's a tinsey bit fetched considering I'm part-time for ten months out of the year." I say knowing this might be it for me.

"You'll get there, I promise." She says it like she too understood the hardships of living on the cut. As if she had to take bread from the clearance shelf and store it in the freezer. Or fill five dollar condition half way when it was a quarter way empty.

I could taste the bitterness trying to over take this tender moment I was sharing with Kie. I despised myself for every comparing my life against hers. Sure it was unfortunate I born into poverty, but it wasn't her fault she had all these advantages in life.

"I'll hold you to it." I tease lassoing back that buoyant atmosphere we held minutes ago.

"Good." She nods. Her heart is too big for this world.

"Now when do you get off work?" She asks innocently twirling one of her braids with her finger, "I think Seven, why? What do you have planned for tonight?" I asked cautiously. Last time she asked me this I got alcohol poisoning from a 'little' kegger as she put it. Those few days I've spent in the hospital wasn't exactly my idea of a good time.

"Don't worry it's nothing too crazy. We're going surfing tonight and I wanted you to come. I know you cant resist a good wave or two. Plus you can show us some of those tricks we can never get down."

My eyes caught movement through the glass doors again. Leaning against Kie's vehicle was none other than JJ himself. My breathe caught in my throat at seeing him for the first time since last night. He was wearing John's clothes telling me he hasn't gone home yet. His blonde hair was no longer matted in sweat and was now looking perfect again.

His eye looked swollen and I cursed that boy for not fetching something from the ice box. His sewn eyebrow was starting to purple. Despite his face, I found the guy so unbelievably attractive.

Kiara noticed my glance was lingering a little too long past her shoulder and trailed my gaze.

Shit!

She's about to discover that her best friend is the only one in a mile radius and blow the entire thing out of the water.

"Was that sew up job yours?"

"No, I haven't seen JJ since last week." I lied and instantly regretted it, Kiara knew I say him two days ago in my backyard. Circling the fire, roasting marshmallows and having a few light drinks.

A knowing glint sparkled in her eyes and she nodded her head. "Right." She finally says dragging the word on for decades. I shook my head in agreement but feeling guilty that I knew she knew I was lying through my damn teeth.

I had no clue why I was trying to keep the patch up job I did on JJ's face under wraps. I've done it a million times and none of them thought it was scandalous before, I've never shoved it under a rock before either. I didn't plan on hiding it, but I wanted to keep that vulnerable moment to myself. I'm not confident on who was aware of his fathers abuse and I wasn't going to crumble the sliver of trust he has with me.

"So whose all going to be there?" I asked reminding myself to wash my sins away later.

"The usually, John B, Pope, Sarah, me and...Jayj." She left Jay's name for last and I fucking knew it was trap, but I still looked past her and at the golden boy again. This will be at the top of the stupidest shit I've done and it's a long list. It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand he was avoiding eye contact with me. Understandable and yet it still pinched.

'I'll be ready by 7:30." I said not really having the energy for it, but I needed to get rid of her before she had the chance to question my odd behavior towards him.

Kie was quiet for a minute reading into my soul. "Okay. Not a minute later." Kiara finally declares starting to walk backwards, towards the automatic doors. The knowing glint that I was holding something back was still evident in her eyes.

I smile in agreement trying desperately to lock down the wariness that wanted to combust.

"I'll see you tonight, Surf Queen."

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I'm completely wiped as I pull my green 1995 jeep Cherokee right beside the Twinkie. Cutting the engine I guided the stick shift into first gear and yanked the hand brake all the way up securing its parking spot.

Jumping out I winched as my feet hit the ground and the aching in my bones rattled up. The sight of my brother finally home had me forgetting all about the rage I was holding for him. He was surrounded by his friends, sharing the cheapest case of liquor Maybank could get his hands on and having the best time. My heart glowed at his found family. I

I stayed there awhile watching them before I announced my arrival. I admired the way they all could get lost in one another's company and not hear the loud engine of my jeep approaching.

I'm so drained from my shift, But I already promised Kie I'd tag along. I wasn't prepared to struck a crack into another friendship. The more time I spent with Kie the more I seen her as a real friend. And as much as I hated it, it was time to slip that mask on again.

"Holy shit Is that my twin brother as I live and breathe." I spoke loudly capturing everyone's attention. Almost all of them cheered for my appearance and it nearly felt like I was one of them.

If I wasn't the glorious JB's twin sister I wouldn't try so hard to distance myself. I'm my own person and I wanted to make it clear I was separate from my brother. I'm nothing like him or our father dropping everything to search for long forgotten treasure. It's extremely hard being a twin but it was absolutely brutal being a Routledge twin. Especially for one who didn't have her own circle of friend and trying to hijack one of his. Maybe I needed an animal companion or a boyfriend, probably both.

"Jade! I was wondering when you'd get your little butt down here." Pope hollers over with a giant welcoming grin. "I missed you too, Pope." I chuckled at his enthusiasm and returned a warm smile that didn't take up too much energy.

Pope is definitely someone you could hangout with after a long day of work and talk about the mysteries of the universe. He was loyal like the rest of them were and is always the one to knock sense into anyone who needed it.

Forcing my body onto the porch I engulfed John into a bone crushing embrace. He returned it and I clung on tighter to him. Being in his grasp felt like a warm bed and a home cooked meal. Coos and awes could be heard from the Pogues behind us murmuring something about sibling love.

"Please don't ever leave me in this house alone ever again. If you do I will sink a knife in all four tires on the Twinkie." I croaked into his chest.

Letting go me he grabbed each of my shoulders, "Did something happen last night?" He bursts out frantically, concern etched into his facial features.

on instinct my eyes drifted from his and focused on the blonde boy. It was only for a split second but JB caught it and looked back. I could skin myself alive if that were ever possible. Jay still refused to look at me and shrugged at what I assumed is an accusatory glare. His posture was lose as if he wasn't sporting my stitches on his eyebrow.

"I left the front door open." I started distracting him from his locked gaze, "A deer must've wandered in. It spooked me pretty bad." I said the first tale that floated into my brain.

"were you harmed?" John follows even the doubt swam in his eyes.

"No I-I managed to scare it out of the house." I stuttered,

"Well that explains why my floorboard was popped and the bat left in the hallway." JB notes humorously and that's when it dawned on me that I forgot about the damned bat.

How could I forgot? Oh right! There was a certain broken blonde boy crying in my arms last night.

"Yeah." I say guilty and nod my head weakly.

"I'm just glad you're okay." He says, petting my hair comfortably and I fought the urge to ask him why he cared, he's never here and I needed him in the long moments I thought someone broke in. But this wasn't the time to bring up how he's been a shitty brother lately. I wanted to savour this memory with him where he finally bothered care about me and I believed him.

"Let me get this straight." Pope says breaking the heartfelt aura. "Last night. You almost bashed a deer's brains in?" He finishes with a serious tone. It was so absurd that I struggled to keep a composed face.

"That's such a Routledge thing to do." Sarah comments, It almost caused me to shut down and call it day. I never confided in her about the twin conversation so I shouldn't be reacting to her comment the way I was.

"It's a very Jade thing to do in a dire situation." Kiara makes an effort to over shine her comment. She understood just how much I battled to accept that me and John were so much a like in too many ways to deny.

I gave her a grateful smile, thankful for her words. She tipped her head in acknowledgment "I'll be out in ten. I still need to grab my board from the shed." I mumbled heading into the house.

"Of course, take your time." Kiara replies gently,

"Me and JJ, are going to pack your board onto the Jeep for you." JB calls before I hear him barrel off the steps and almost trip and fumble to the ground. John is a good brother don't get me wrong but I missed him being around all the time.

I understood his determination to pick up dad's treasure map where he left off, it has been weeks since his disappearance. I miss the old guy like I lost every too, but I didn't ignore our situation to chase after a ghost ship. I'm the only one keeping us above water and I needed him to realize how much I craved for him to be my brother again. He's the only family I have left.

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Three vehicles and six boards later we arrived at the beach. Kiara and JJ in her SUV, me and Pope in my Jeep, the Greenie, and lastly Sarah and John in the Twinkie.

Strangely enough the beach was so scare we could all park together near the sand. It's hitting the golden hour an absolute stunning even to catch a few wave, so gorgeous that it wounded my soul to see it deserted

I knew pope was giving me an odd look as the others started uphauling their boards while I stayed in my seat. I admired the view I was able to experience in this point in time, absolutely breath taking. Ever since the day I rode my very first wave with the help of a certain golden retriever boy. I could hear the ocean wailing for me like a lost soulmate in the wind.

It has been a long time my first love.

"There everyone goes, leaving us behind..." Pope trails longingly,

I roll my eyes and shake my head at his dramatics. "All of you are always go go go, or too wrapped up in each other to just stop, and really enjoy the scenery around you that this earth has given us."

Being here with them gave me a knew found sense of home, like I wasn't just here living this life alone. I think it's time I let these pogues wiggle their way into being there for me. It'll take some time for me to allow them and get more comfortable with being in their presence more. But I'm willing to try for myself, for John, for the Pogues.

Pope is quiet weighing in my spoken thoughts, "You're right I really need to appreciate it a lot more, but right now isn't the time. It seems we're holding everyone up."

I whipped my head fast enough for it to strain and begin to throb in pain. A few feet away I spotted Kie with her board tucked under her one arm and resting against her hip. An expecting look displayed onto her soft features, behind her Sarah and John were beckoning me forward.

JJ was already at the shore line, the high tides crashing into his ankles. He stuck his gaze to the front of the Greenie. Wearing John's bright red shirt that had a white lobster on the chest confirming my suspicion of further injury. Jay was comfortable with his muscular build and it was unusual to find him sporting a shirt while surfing. He must be hiding from the others as well knowing they'd raise havoc at the new found information.

was I bad person for wanting him to really see me? look at me and acknowledge the night we shared? I knew the pain he faced and the time he needed to numb his trauma over. Maybe when he looked at me he was reliving it all again in a rush of conflicted emotion.

One look was all I craved. Just a tiny glance into those storming blue eyes.

"Are you ready?" Pope asks, gentle hopefulness danced in his dark brown eyes. It dawned on me then like a bucket of ice. They had thought I was going to leave like I've done a few times before. This time was different because I truly wanted to be here with them.

"Yeah, I'm ready, Pope." I say grateful for his patience,

Unclasping our boards, Pope jogged alongside me catching up with the rest of them. Soon he fell into step with John B, both of them rush towards their blonde counter part. Kiara and Sarah flanked me and it almost felt like they knew everything that happened last night. Waiting for me to spill but there was not a single thing to share. Nothing happened and I seemed to be reading into it too much.

"Are you okay? You seemed to be hesitating?" Kie asks as we reached the ocean kneeling onto our boards and paddling out. Entering the water gave me this soft security and had woken my sleeping muscles.

"Yeah." I said contently, "I was admiring how beautiful the ocean appeared in the golden hour."

"I love how you can just get lost in the nature around you. Finding the beauty in smallest of things," Sarah notes,

I shrug, " I was taught to appreciate what I was given." It wasn't a jab at their pedigree. It was more of we're different and that's not a terrible thing. They both hum understanding my words weren't malicious.

I felt complete in this moment, smiling at the both of them I could feel my mask breaking into pieces letting my true thoughts be known. It was a radiating feeling.

Looking behind me, the shore in the distance. I could sense we were at the perfect location to catch a few good waves. The others did too and halted their paddling and sat up onto their boards.

All six us stared at the wall of waves building and crashing just a few yards away. Rocking our boards once it rode out and reached past us.

"I love your bikini." Kie says, I look down at the old fading teal bikini. I got it at a thrift store two years ago and a few sizes too small. "You say that every time and you know damn well this is the only one I got." I say playfully and Kiara smiles giving me a wink.

Sarah shrugs, "Kie's right its so cute, but we should all go shopping for new ones. Like a girls day, god know we need it." She says poking her glance past us and we follow her gaze to see the boys barking at each other in deep tones and hyping themselves up.

We burst out laughing at how ridiculous they were being. Snapping their heads towards our laughter they glare teasingly, "What?!" They shout in unison, "What are you guys doing?" Kiara askes, "It looks very intimate." Sarah calls after.

It warmed my heart to JJ enjoying himself considering what he's been through in the last twenty-four hours. It nicked to know he could never be like that with me ever again.

"Our masculine chant." JB states,

"We need to level out the feminine vibe." Jay retorts aiming his words at me. I was stunned to say the least. It bent my heart and I swore that was the last time I ever helped him. it must've been written on my face because John reaches over and smacks him upside the head.

I coughed to over my laugh, but I couldn't help but feel like a fucking out cast again. Maybe letting them in wasn't the best idea.

"I didn't know your masculinity was so fragile, Jay." I spat,

"It's not!" He shot back desperately

"I'm catching the first wave." I blankly said, paddling for the wave. Behind me I could hear John giving JJ shit for treating me like some Kook whose fucking with his feelings.

My body took control catching the wave like I've done many times before. Everything with JJ and John forgotten like none of it happened and I was completely content with that. The adrenaline raced into my blood as I rode the wave with such perfect ease.

After padding back to my spot beside Kiara and Sarah, JJ went next. It was easy to detect that our surfing styles were similar. I would've loved that I replicated his style to the tee a year ago, but now it made me sick to my stomach.

"I've never noticed how you and JJ have the same style." Sarah comments and Kiara's attention snapped to me, I shrugged "JJ Taught me how to surf."

Sarah gave an amused look, "Really? I would've thought John B did." Kie laughs and I shook my head, "Nope." I popped the 'p' "The jackass was too busy laughing at me while I drowned."

"I was not!" John B yelled over catching our conversation,

"Keep telling yourself that buddy." Kie calls returning her attention back to our triangle. Pope snickers and John B squints his eyes at him," I would've taught her but Jayj was the better teacher."

"beside if John did teach me, I wouldn't be able to land a few of my tricks." I shrug,

"What happened between the two of you?' Sarah asks the one question I was dreading, But her eyes were hopeful and I truly wanted to be close friends with her.

"I'm wondering the same thing. We use to be good friends when we were younger, then one day he pulled away. Stopped hanging out with me and never shared anything with me. It was very cold turkey and so fucking strange."

"I'm sorry, that must've been confusing." She replies and I brush it off.

"Nothing I can do now." I say flatly. Noticing Kiara has been quiet I trailed my glace to her, a weak smile spread across her face and I could've sworn I saw guilt swirling in her brown eyes. She must know something that I didn't and I had the urge to dig deeper.

We stayed there for two more hours, surfing and showing off our technique. The sun was ready to disappear over the horizon and god was it gorgeous but it was time to bring it in.

Dragging our bodies near the shore I walked between the girls again. after a successful day session on the waves I felt emotionally and mentally full and healthy. It was as if the ocean had the ability to revive me.

"Are both of you still down to go bikini shopping?" Sarah askes,

"Yeah absolutely, Jade what about you?" Kie replies looking at me expectantly.

"Operation feminine energy is a go!" I shout to the rising moon. Both of them celebrate like they won a marathon, I join them and somehow feel like I'm apart of something outside of being a Routledge twin.

Ahead of us the boys give us weird looks and I couldn't careless, but the lingering glance from JJ had me conflicted. In his storm blue eyes I saw a flicker of regret and I found it hard to breathe.

I held a façade for Kiara and Sarah, but I felt utterly lost when it came to that boy. Carrying our boards back to the vehicles I tried to focus on our new found girl squad.

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Pat two took so long because I changed quite a bit from the original piece and added over 1k words. I definitely restrained myself from writing more JJ it's just not time for them yet.

Part two took so long because I wanted to write more JJ, but it's not for it yet.

This is very slow burn and I truly wanted to write about what living on the cut was really like.

Thank you so much for reading It means the worlds you decided to read something I wrote. I love you.

[ilovewhiteroses]

Workplace Affair

Pairing: The Corinthian x Female Librarian of The Dreaming Reader

Genre: Fluff, humor, smut

Warnings: Rivalry, mutual pining, adult themes, smut

Rating: 18+

Notes: - Well, the thing is that I already wrote the notes for this fanfic, so I only had to write it fully.             - I tagged those, who liked the idea of this story and some of my friends. I hope you don’t mind 💕

You worked as a librarian in the Dreaming, and The Corinthian as a nightmare. At first you couldn't stand each other, although you secretly had a crush on him. However, you didn't expect that Corinthian felt the same way about you…

"Could you bring those couple of books over here?" Lucienne asked you and pointed from the ladder to the table. You worked in the library as a co-worker and assistant. Like Matthew, the raven, you were once human and actually worked as a librarian, so you were no stranger to this environment. When you went into the afterlife, Morpheus came to you and made an offer: you can continue to live in the Dreaming, and you accepted it. You were considered relatively new, but luckily as a Major Arcana you quickly found your place. Lucienne, the chief librarian and confidante of Morpheus, was a good boss, you liked working with her. She always listened to you and helped you when you asked. You loved the smell of books and the silence of the library. The Dreaming library was even more fascinating to you, because all the inhabitants had their own books, plus every human on earth, which had stories in them that hasn't happened yet, so there were countless of reading material.

The Corinthian, whom you also thought of as a co-worker, thought you were a nerd. He was a nightmare, a dark mirror of humanity, and besides, he had tiny teeth instead of eyes. He lived in the Waking World for nearly 100 years, but finally returned because Morpheus threatened to uncreate him if he didn't. You heard a lot of rumours and stories about him, and to put it mildly, you didn't like him.

You were on good terms with the rest of Morpheus' creations, but Corinthian was jealous of you for that. Before, he was quite popular among dreams and nightmares - which you didn't understand why - but since you arrived, everyone liked you.

There was a feud between the two of you. Corinthian often hung out in the library, you thought, to annoy you. He was constantly either bragging about his current nightmarish acts or telling some obscene story from his life in the Waking World, adding that even though you were a human once, you lived the most boring life possible as a librarian. Other times you would argue about things like which of you was better, which of you was Morpheus's favourite, and the like.

In addition to all of this, Corinthian also pulled pranks on you. For example, you once found a pair of eyeballs in your desk drawer. You were so scared that you screamed, but when you calmed down you realized it was just candy. You didn't think it was funny at all. On another occasion, you were about to read a book when it disappeared from your desk and returned to its place. The book did this to you at least three more times in a row, and it wasn't hard for you to realize that this was also Corinthian’s work. You complained about these to Merv, the pumpkinhead janitor, who at first had a good laugh about them, but after seeing you upset, he told you that they were really nasty things.

"He really is a real nightmare!" you said to yourself as you took notes of the newly arrived books. You were thinking that if Corinthian showed up, you'd definitely throw a book at him, which of course he would lean away from, but it would be worth a try. He would then go up to you, pull you out of your chair and put you on the table, and then…

Oh my god… Didn't you just imagine that you and him? …Damn it! You had to realize that despite all the annoyances, you still couldn't really be angry with him, in fact, you even thought his pranks were funny. And he bastard was also a damn handsome guy. And that mischievous smile...

That’s it. You were into him. There was nothing you can do about it.

You put the pen aside from your hand and bit your lip, continued to imagine, or rather, fantasize. You would get off the table, unbuckle his belt, then drop to your knees and…

“Hey Y/N!” Oh, for God's sake! "Lucienne asks if you're done taking notes yet?" Merv asked, interrupting your pleasant fantasy.

"Uh, I'll be ready soon, I have a few more things to write down." you replied, trying to pull yourself together. He nodded, waved and left. You took a deep breath and went back to taking notes.

A few days later, Morpheus asked Lucienne and you to look into the past of a few humans. You were deep in your work when your thoughts suddenly wandered. In this fantasy of yours, Corinthian put you on the table just like before, but in this one you took off his sunglasses and kissed each other. After that you tore off his shirt, he lifted up your skirt and…

“Y/N are you alright? It's as if your thoughts have wandered a little." Lucienne asked, looking at you above the lens of her glasses.

"What do you mean? This book keeps me busy, that's all." you pointed to the book in front of you.

"I hope it's only the book that keeps you busy and not something or someone else." she said with a look that spoke volumes.

You swallowed and continued reading.

"Look, I'm not stupid." You looked at her and she continued. “I know you're into Corinthian, but you better stay away from him. He's a nightmare and I don't want you to get in trouble for him!” she said worriedly.

"Don't worry Lucienne, I won't get into trouble, I'm smarter than that." you told her reassuringly and continued working with a smile, while you discussed the interesting parts of the books you had with you.

 You hadn't seen Corinthian for days, which you were surprised about, because other times he showed up when needed or not. Truth be told, you missed him. You hoped he hadn't done anything stupid and that Morpheus hadn't unmade him…

You were putting the new books on the shelf when someone hugged you from behind.

"Who am I?" a familiar, deep voice asked teasingly.

Well of course it was Corinthian. You were secretly happy for him, but he also annoyed you because he kept you up in your work. You turned and faced him.

"What do you want now?" you asked, holding a book.

"Aren't you glad to see me?" he asked pouting.

"Either you help me put the books away, or leave me alone, I have work to do." you poked him in the chest with the book. He took it from your hand and placed it on the shelf.

"Is it better now?" he tilted his head a little, waiting for you to praise him, while leaning closer to you.

"Y-yes..." you were embarrassed by his proximity, but you didn't want to show it. "Still, why did you come?"

"To read books, obviously... I was joking, I'll leave that to you. You know, I was thinking and…

"You do that?" you asked cynically and he put his finger on your lips to silence you for a moment.

"I have not finished yet. So, I've been thinking about you, the two of us...and this little playful feud and sexual tension between us..."

"If you think there's any kind of sexual tension you're wrong!" you tried to keep your distance, but it was getting harder and harder, especially since Corinthian was so close to you, your bodies practically touching.

“Oh, don't deny it Y/N! I know you're just pretending to hate me, but you're actually crazy about me." he said and slowly stroked your arm. Damn, he's so right! It's like he's reading your mind. You bit your lip, you surrendered to him. You didn't want to fight your feelings anymore. You let out a sigh.

"I have to admit that you are right. I'm really into you.” you said looking deeply into his dark lenses. He smiled.

"You know, since I saw you for the first time, I already liked you. Of course, I would have been stupid to admit it, so I pretended to hate you. But now I'm tired of pretending." he said and almost pinned you to the bookshelf, he was so close to you. "I have imagined this so many times. You and me, in a hidden part of the library…” He said in a deep, purring voice, and you forgot to breathe for a moment, you were so under his influence. You took courage and thought that if you were already in such a close position, he wouldn't mind what you were about to do. You reached for his sunglasses but he grabbed your wrist. Oh my god, I'm completely out of my mind! What was I thinking? Maybe in your imagination he allowed you to take it off, but in life—life in the Dreaming—was different.

"What did you want to do?" Corinthian asked with furrowed brows, clearly angry at you.

"Well, uh…I thought…" you hesitated.

"What did you think? That I am going to let you take my sunglasses off?” he asked whispering and threateningly, his Southern drawl was even more intense.

Just when you thought he was about to reach for his knife to kill you, you remembered that he couldn't hurt you since you were also a Major Arcana. Seeing how frightened you were his face softened and he let go of your wrist.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You know, in the Waking World, humans have tried to do this several times, and that was my automatic reaction." he said regretfully.

"It's okay, I’m sorry." you looked at him with big eyes. You looked at each other in silence, then Corinthian suddenly kissed you, making you lean against the bookshelf. You didn't object.

He gently licked your lips with the tip of his tongue as you opened your mouth slightly and let your tongues touch. You tilted your head a little bit to the side to get more access to his mouth and to deepen the kiss even more. His kiss was just what you imagined it to be: dangerous and passionate. You put your arms around his neck, he lifted one of your legs to his hip, the other held you at your back and you almost devoured each other. It was so good you had to moan. The heat permeated your body, and you got wet between your legs.

Corinthian stopped the kiss and reached under your skirt with his hand holding your back. He pushed your panties aside and started caressing your wet slit with his middle finger. He leaned closer to you.

"Hmm, I see you liked what we just did." he whispered in your ear. That sexy, deep voice...God, it's so thrilling! you thought to yourself.

"Yes, very much." you said in a breathy voice, Corinthian’s finger gently caressed your clit. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, while he kept whispering in your ear:

"That’s right, enjoy it. Good isn't it? You know what would be really good? If we would fuck on Morpheus' throne. Just imagine: our clothes on the floor, me sitting on the throne like a king and you riding me, and then we'd have sex in every possible position." he told you his own fantasy and stuck two fingers inside you. He moved them in and out of you, and you could barely contain yourself, you had to move your hips into the touch of his fingers. You opened your eyes and could almost see his intense gaze behind the dark lenses. You couldn't take it anymore and let yourself go, you came trembling. Corinthian pulled his fingers out of you and licked them, tasting you.

"I love your taste." he said and you waited to see what he would do next. He crouched down and reached under your skirt again, pulling your panties off. He stood up and put the underwear in his pocket.

"When will I get that back?" you asked, excited and surprised at the same time, because you're not used to being without underwear.

"If you’ll be a good girl. Now turn around, I want to see your ass.” he purred and you obeyed him. You held on to the bookshelf and pushed your butt towards him. He folded the skirt up at your waist and looked at your butt with satisfaction, caressing it gently. He kissed your neck and asked:

"You want me?"

"God, yes!" you said in an almost pleading voice. Even though you just had a hearty orgasm, you just wanted him to put his cock inside you.

Corinthian undid his belt with one hand and pulled his pants down enough to expose his cock. He caressed himself a little and slowly inserted it into your pussy. He waited for you to dilate a little and then he pushed into you all the way, you could hardly breathe. You always thought he had a big one, so you weren't surprised. But the feeling itself... was something incredible! Slowly, rhythmically, he began to pull himself in and out of you and you couldn’t believe that the big bad nightmare of the Dreaming was fucking you. The thought of this, and the fact that Lucienne or Merv could walk in on you at any minute, made you completely excited. Well, you were a little afraid of the latter, but you didn't care, you just focused on the feeling that Corinthian gave you. You picked up his pace and moved at the same time. Sometimes he squeezed your hips, sometimes he slapped your butt, but in a way that did not cause pain. He couldn't get enough of the sight: he fucked you fully clothed on top and naked on the bottom. Not only did you fantasize about him, but he also fantasized about you, and he has imagined this scene several times. You moaned and sighed softly, because you were in a library after all. You were getting closer and closer to orgasm. After a few thrusts, you came hard again, and Corinthian gently bit your shoulder in the moment of pleasure. You were gasping for air, your knees almost giving out, but you managed to stay standing. He pulled out of you and returned your panties. You turned around and put them on, he also dressed up properly.

"That was crazy!" he said pulling you in for a kiss. "We should do it again sometime, what do you say?"

What? Not only does Corinthian want to see you again, but he also wants, um, more?

"Look, we had fun, but what are the chances that we will get caught next time?" you asked

"Don't worry about that, I have a great idea." he raised an eyebrow, almost making you excited again. Everything he does is so sexy, you thought.

"Well, what would it be?"

"Next time a human dreams of, let’s say, a forest, then we could have sex in a hidden place there!" Corinthian told you. You almost burst out in a laugh. Of course, you will do it in a human's dream! Even the library is better than that.

"Well, I don't know how good an idea that is..."

"Believe me, it will be fine." he caressed your face and went about his business. You looked at him longingly, then wondered how you would be able to concentrate on completing your tasks after such a lustful adventure…

 Tags: @jessamydreams, @kittycat-kai, @drowningnikki, @forever1o3, @thecorilove86, @placeinthemiddleofnowhere, @competitivedust, @princemischief18, @merryandrewsworld​

[jayoonology]

𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝗮/𝗻 - FIRST POST ON THIS BLOG YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love yoon I can't even put it into words. literally crying while writing this, I wish yoon was my girlfriend.

a call from my dream - meaningful stone

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 - pure fluff

𝘄𝗰 - 2.5k

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗻𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

The gentle light filtering through the window illuminates the room, casting a warm glow on everything around you. You can hear the sound of the world outside, but it all seems distant and unimportant as if you're in your own little world.

As you slowly awaken from your slumber, you find yourself wrapped in your girlfriend Yoon's loving embrace. The warmth of her body and the softness of her skin against yours makes you feel safe and secure. You feel her rhythmic breathing against your neck as she holds you tightly, and you can't help but smile.

As you lay there in Yoon's arms, you feel a sense of contentment wash over you. You have nowhere to be, nothing to do, and no one to answer to but each other. You take a deep breath and bask in the moment, knowing that there is no place you'd rather be than in her arms.

You can't help but smile as you gaze down at her sleeping face, her eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly. You reach out to gently poke her cheek, hoping to wake her up.

"Pssst, Yoon, wake up," you say softly, poking her cheek again.

She stirs a little, but instead of opening her eyes, she nuzzles further into your chest, murmuring something unintelligible. You chuckle softly, and stroke her hair, enjoying the peaceful moment together.

"Come on, sleepyhead, it's time to wake up," you whisper, giving her cheek another poke.

Yoon grumbles in her sleep but doesn't wake up. You continue to poke her cheek, trying to coax her out of her slumber, telling her that you have to get up and start your day, but Yoon isn't having any of it. She pulls you closer, pressing her face into your chest, and nuzzles you lovingly.

"Just five more minutes, please?" she pleads, giving you the most adorable puppy dog eyes you've ever seen.

You can't resist her and decide to indulge her request. You snuggle up to her, wrapping your arms around her, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. You take a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent, she somehow always smells of citrus.  

After a couple of minutes of silence you slowly open your eyes and start to move, hoping to get up and start your day, but Yoon stirs and murmurs in her sleep.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asks, half asleep, as she wraps her arms around you and pulls you back into bed with her. "Good morning, y/nie," she says, her voice soft, laced with sleep. 

You smile down at her, feeling your heart swell with love. You lean in to give her a gentle kiss, savouring the sweetness of her lips. "Good morning, Yoon. How did you sleep?" you ask, as she snuggles back into your chest.

"Amazing, with you by my side," she replies. She shifts to sit up, stretching her arms. 

“Are you ready to get up?” You ask, your arm wrapped around her waist. She nods, kissing your forehead gently. 

“I’ll go make breakfast.” She says, pulling you up. “Any requests?” 

You pretend to think even though both Yoon and you know what your answer is going to be, “Mmm, pancakes!” you exclaim, as if you had epiphany. Lazy days like this, Yoon always makes you pancakes. 

After a quick shower you walk into the kitchen to your girlfriend dancing, with some 90s song blasting in the background. "I'm feeling so pancakey today!" she exclaimed, twirling around with the bag of flour in her hand. 

You couldn't help but laugh at her antics, and you decided to join in, humming a tune and shaking your hips to the beat.

As you start to mix the ingredients together, you realized that you had forgotten to buy the most important one - the eggs.

"Oh no, Yoon! we don't have any eggs!" you exclaimed, looking at her in dismay.

Yoon looks at you, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Don't worry, Chef Yoon has a secret ingredient that will make our pancakes even better," she says, as she pulled out a jar of peanut butter.

"Peanut butter?" you ask, feeling a little hesitant. How could peanut butter substitute eggs? 

"Trust me, it'll be delicious!" Yoon replied, as she began to mix the peanut butter into the batter.

You trust Yoon's instincts, and you continue to mix the batter together, adding a dash of cinnamon and vanilla extract for good measure.

As you started to pour the batter onto the griddle, things began to get even more chaotic. Yoon accidentally knocks over the jar of syrup, causing it to spill all over the counter and onto the floor. 

"Oh no!" she cried out, as she tried to clean up the mess. “Baby help me!!” 

You immediately grab a towel, and started to wipe up the syrup, but then you hear a sizzle and a hiss coming from the griddle. You look over, and see the pancakes have started to burn.

"Yoon, the pancakes are burning!" you shout, as you tried to flip them over with your hands.

Yoon quickly grabs a spatula, and helps you flip the pancakes over, but they didn't look quite right. They were lumpy, and uneven, and some of them were even stuck to the griddle.

Despite the chaos, you and Yoon couldn't stop laughing. You decide to just roll with it, and see how the pancakes turn out.

As you finally sit down to eat, you both took a bite of the peanut butter pancakes, and were surprised to find that they were actually pretty good.

"These are amazing!" Yoon exclaimed, as she took another bite.

You couldn't help but grin, even though the morning had been chaotic and a little messy, it had been filled with laughter and love. Every moment spent with Yoon was precious, and you cherished every laugh, every conversation, and every memory the two of you made together. There was no one else in the world that you would rather spend your time with.

"Do you want to go to river today?" Yoon's voice brings you back to reality. Your smile widens at the mention of the river, memories of your first date flooding back to you.

"The river?" You repeat, the smile lingering on your lips, "What inspired that idea?"

She shrugs, eating her pancakes, "We haven't been in a long time, and it's the perfect weather."

You reach out across the kitchen island, squeezing her hand, "Let's go."

"Let's go!" She echos, jumping from her seat with excitement, not bothering to finish her breakfast. She grabs your hand, dragging you out of the kitchen to the front door.

You go along with whatever your girlfriend Yoon does, following her out into the warm spring morning. You can't help but wonder how she does it. Even on the laziest of days, she's bursting with excitement and enthusiasm, ready to take on whatever the day has in store for her.

You aren't even half way to the river when she stops, playful glint in her eye "Come on, jump on my back!" she says, grinning from ear to ear.

You look at her skeptically, unsure if you really want to be lifted up by her. "Are you sure you can handle my weight?" you ask, teasingly.

Yoon rolls her eyes playfully. "Of course I can, you're not that heavy!" she insists, before adding in a mock whisper, "If you do fall off, it might be on purpose."

You let out a laugh, knowing that she's just teasing you. "Okay, fine. But be careful!" you say, as you climb onto her back.

As she starts to walk around, you can't help but feel a little nervous. Yoon is a strong person, but the idea of being lifted up like this still makes you feel a bit uneasy.

Yoon noticing your apprehension, pretends as if she's losing her balance, making you yelp in surprise. "Oh no, I'm gonna drop you!" she exclaims, before laughing and steadying herself.

You can't help but laugh at her silly antics, feeling a sense of joy and playfulness fill you up. As Yoon continues to walk ahead, she keeps pretending to lose her balance, making you jump and squeal in delight.

"I swear, if you drop me, I'm gonna tickle you!" you threaten, playfully.

Yoon just grins mischievously, enjoying the game. "You wouldn't dare," she says, before pretending to stumble again.

You both continue to walk ahead, with Yoon carrying you on her back and teasing you, and you can't help but feel grateful for her infectious energy and sense of humour. Even though it's just a silly piggyback ride, it's moments like these that make you feel alive and happy. You nuzzle your face into her neck, breathing her sweet perfume.

As you near the river, Yoon picks up her speed, almost running to your destination. You laugh at her energy, holding on to her neck for dear life.

"Are you even breaking a sweat?" you ask, teasingly.

Yoon laughs, her legs pumping as she charges towards the water's edge with you still on her back. You shriek in surprise and hold on tight, feeling the wind rushing past you as you go.

When she finally comes to a stop at the edge of the river, you slide off her back and take a few deep breaths, trying to catch your breath. Yoon grabs your hand collapsing on the glass, pulling you down with her.

"Woah, that was something else," you say, grinning at Yoon.

She beams back at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Told you I had energy to spare," she says. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in for a tight hug. Being back at the river with Yoon reminded you of just how much you loved her, and how grateful you were to have her in your life.

You lie in silence for a while, basking in the warm sun. The peaceful sound of the flowing water filled the air, and a light breeze made the leaves rustle. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath of fresh air, feeling content and relaxed.

Out of nowhere, Yoon suddenly speaks up, breaking the silence. "Do you remember the first time we met?" she asks, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.

You smile at the memory, "Of course I do. It was in our philosophy class. You came in late and sat next to me." You remember the first time you saw Yoon like it was yesterday. It was your first day of university, and you were nervously sitting by yourself. You were sitting in your university lecture, trying your best to pay attention to the professor's words. Suddenly, the door burst open and in walked a tall girl with long black hair. She quickly scanned the room before making her way to the empty seat next to you. As she sat down, you couldn't help but notice her infectious smile and lively energy.

Yoon chuckled. "Yeah, I don't think anyone could forget my loud and obnoxious entrance." You laugh, pulling her closer to you, "And I kept talking to you throughout the entire lesson, even though you were clearly trying to focus on the lecture."

"Yeah, I was trying to take notes, but you were too distracting." You mumble into her chest, hugging her tightly.

Yoon playfully hits your arm, "Hey, I was just being friendly."

You look up to look at her, "I know, and I loved it. I instantly knew I liked you." Even though it was a couple of years ago, you can still remember the scene clearly. You remember the cute outfit she wore; her baggy jeans with cropped white tee. You remember her asking you for a pencil; she never gave you your pencil back but you didn't really care. You just couldn't believe someone like her was talking to you.

Yoon grins, "Yeah, me too. You were cute, trying to act all serious and focused. But I could see through that and knew you were just as outgoing and fun as me."

You both laugh, enjoying the memory of your first meeting. Yoon leans her head back onto the grass and looks up at the sky. You feel her fingers interlace with yours, and she pulls your hand closer to her, resting it on her chest. You both stare up at the sky, watching the fluffy clouds drift by.

"Look, that one looks like a puppy," Yoon says, pointing at a cloud.

You squint your eyes and try to see it, but all you can make out is a vague shape. "I don't see it," you say, laughing.

Yoon turns to face you, propping herself up on her elbow. "Here, let me show you," she says, sitting up and pulling you up with her. She points up at the sky, her finger tracing the outline of the cloud. "See, the head is here, and the ears are here." She looks back at you, grinning. "Can you see it now?"

"Oh my god, you're right! It does." You nod, impressed. "Look, that one looks like a house." pointing to an oddly squared shaped cloud.

"I see it!" She responds excitedly, tracing the outline with her finger to confirm.

"Hey, let's skip some stones!" You turn to Yoon and say,

Yoon grins at you and stands up, eagerly walking towards the water with you. You both bend down and pick up some flat rocks, each trying to find the perfect one to skip.

You carefully select a stone and holding it in your hand. "Watch this," you say, before throwing the rock. It skims across the surface of the water several times before finally sinking below.

Yoon tries her luck and toss a rock, but it only bounces once before sinking. "Not bad," You say, patting her on the back. "But let me show you how it's done."

You picks up another rock, taking a deep breath, and tosses it with all your might. The rock skips so many times it's almost hard to count. You both laugh and cheer as the rock disappears into the distance.

"That was amazing!" Yoon exclaim, "You're soooooo good at this." She slurs her words, her arms snaking around your waste. You feel your cheeks heat up at her words, but you can't help but feel a sense of happiness at the same time. Yoon always makes you feel so comfortable and loved.

As you continue skipping stones on the water, you can feel Yoon's presence behind you. She has her arms wrapped around your waist, and her head resting on your shoulder. You pause for a moment, taking in the beautiful scenery and the feeling of Yoon's embrace.

Without thinking, you turn around and face her. "Yoon," you say, taking her hands in yours. "I just want you to know that I love you. I love you so much."

Yoon's eyes light up with happiness, and a smile spreads across her face. "I love you too," she says, pulling you into a tight hug. "I've loved you since the moment I met you, and I will always love you."

[mischievous-piltovan]

Slowly but surely, we're getting there.

[feline17ff]

Where in the world are those…brownies?

For the Ever After High Holiday Gift Exchange organized by @eah-exchange

This is a fic for @everafterwhy

Summary: Someone has stolen the chocolate brownies Lunch Lady Hagatha made! Right in the middle of hex-ams! The gang needs to solve this mystery before things get out of hand.

Rating: General. All.

Characters/ships: Maddie Hatter, Raven Queen, Apple White, Darling Charming, Rosabella Beauty

Holiday message for the @everafterwhy:

It was my first time participating in an exchange and the first time writing a mystery, I had big plans for it but mysteries are HARD. And so many characters in this one! Making the dialogue flow was a pickle! Plus irl stuff and procrastination. I hope I did your idea justice. I may have used Maddie a bit more than needed but I had difficulty to write this so it's justified, hehe. Sincerely hope you like it :) Happy holidays to you and @eah-exchange and everyone who reads or doesn't read this :)))

It was Beanstalk Sunday at Ever After High and the castle-teria was packed with students enjoying healthy servings of the nutritious vegetable.

But something else was going on.

And not just the sleep deprivation from studying for hex-ams.

Something else the students were actually looking forward to.

Sparrow was strumming his fingers at his table, Blondie was curling her finger through her hair, even Daring was using his handheld mirror to occasionally catch glimpses of the scene behind him: the door to the school kitchen.

Maddie, Raven, Apple, Darling, and Rosabella were seated at a table right next to the large wall-length windows. Apple noticed first, “Hey, why does it seem like everyone is waiting for something?”

Maddie slurped her beanstalk stalks like spaghetti with a loud slurp then replied, “I know, I know! That’s because…,” everyone leaned in, “they are!” She switched her plate with Raven’s and started eating anew.

“Thank you, Maddie. Can you tell me what they're waiting for?”

“Yes, I can!” She took another loud slurp of her beanstalk meal.

Raven gave Apple a nod and a placating hand, then turned to Maddie. “What are they waiting for, Maddie?”

“Hmm, Narrator?”

They were waiting for the lunch staff to serve the chocolate brownies made from an old Ever After recipe that was lost to time and only recently discovered by Lunch Lady Hagatha.

“Thanks, Narrator! They’re waiting for chocolate brownies! Lady Hagatha found an old Ever After recipe.”

Rosabella pushed back her glasses, “An old recipe? I hope they’re sourced organically. But why does everyone except us know about these brownies?”

Everyone at the table shook their heads and shrugged.

“Maybe it was because we were too busy with the Dragon Games?” suggested Darling.

There was silence for a moment where they stared at each other.

Then the five nodded.

“Yeah, makes sense.”

“We were busy.”

“Lots to do.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Glad that plot point is resolved.”

As if on cue, the door to the kitchen swung open and Lunch Lady Hagatha came out. Every one of the students stood up and ran to be the first one in line.

But Lady Hagatha shook her head and yelled at the top of her lungs, “NO BROWNIES!”

There was outrage.

“Why? We’ve been waiting for those brownies all day!”

Lady Hagatha just shrugged and replied, “Someone stole ‘em.”

Various versions of “What?” and “That’s not fairest!” could be heard throughout the room.The looming threat of exams, on top of the anxiety and sleep deprivation, were messing with everyone’s brains, making them antsy. The students even started blaming each other!

Sparrow, his Merry Men, and Kitty seemed to be the prime targets, being mischief makers and having been heard talking about the brownies the most.

After a few minutes of pointless blame, a shrill shout echoed, "It. Wasn't. Me!" Kitty stood up, slammed her tray down, then disappeared, her frown being the last thing visible before it too vanished.

It was definitely very serious if Kitty, the enjoyer of mischief, left the scene of mischief.

Baba Yaga entered the castle-teria soon after, perhaps Kitty had disappeared to her office? A very serious debacle indeed if the mischief maker contacted the authority figure themselves.

“Now, now. I know we were all looking forward to those delicious brownies," she said, "but that doesn’t mean we should start blaming each other without a shadow of proof. Please, if the perpetrator will come to my office, I’m sure we can work something out.”

Silence.

She clasped her hands, "Glad that's settled," and floated out back to her chicken bird office.

But that wasn't the end.

The blame game continued.

Those chocolate brownies were quite the treat apparently.

Well, that's what the five girls were assuming, based on all the commotion around them that had unfolded in the span of a few minutes.

Rosabella raised her voice loud enough for the table, "Who would do such a thing? I do hope they come forward soon. Look what one bad deed can do," she tsked.

Apple agreed. "Yes, totally unfairest." Then she turned to Maddie, "As co-presidents, it is our duty to do something about this, isn't that right?"

"Indubitably."

"Great! I suggest—"

"—solving this mystery? A great idea!" she turned to the rest of the table, "Gang, looks like we have a mystery to solve!"

Darling grinned and pumped her fist in the air without hesitation, "Awesome! I've been meaning to do something funner than studying for hex-ams," she rolled her eyes.

Raven briefly glanced, “All the best, you guys," She was almost done putting the finishing touches on her sandwich, just had to slice it in two now, but where was that knife? She looked all around and finally spotted it under their table. She reached for it but when she sat back up, her sandwich was gone! Disappeared! Vanished! Into thin air! She looked right and left, where could her sandwich have gone?

Then she saw Maddie daintily wiping her mouth.

“Maddie. Did you see my sandwich?”

“Why, yes, I did see it, Raven. I saw you make the most delicious sandwich with my own eyes!”

“Yes, but did you see where it went?”

“Yes, I did!”

“And that would be…” she smiled encouragingly at her friend.

“I saw it go into my mouth!”

“Your mouth? Did you eat my sandwich? I didn’t know you were so hungry, Maddie.”

“What can I say, solving a mystery always gives me such an appetite. For sandwiches and particularly delicious snacks that are most definitely not dog treats as some would incorrectly believe.”

"Uhhh—"

“—So you’re in?” Darling asked Raven, her hand tightly gripping the table in excitement.

“Well, um—” Raven began, only to be cut off.

“Of course we are! Can’t solve a mystery without two characters to always use as bait!”

“What?”

“Don’t worry, just give us these snacks,” she searched for, then took out a box of snacks from under her hat, “and we’ll be more than willing to be used as bait!”

“Why? What’s so special about those snacks?” Raven reached for the box but Maddie handed it to Rosabella.

“Nu-uh,” she tutted, “these snacks are a secret tool that will help us later. Now, let’s go solve a mystery, gang!” And she dragged her friends off towards the castle-teria kitchen.

—------------------

The gang entered the kitchen only to be met with gingerbread men, elves, and pixies busy at work banking and cooking mountains of food. There was no way they could get an investigation done here, it was total pandemonium.

“Cook, cook as fast as you can!”

“Elf, pixie, mend that stew!”

So, each girl slowly walked backwards out of the kitchen.

“What should we do now?” Apple said. “We can’t possibly investigate in that very unwonderlandiful mess in there!”

“Hmm,” Darling started. “What if…we go…when it isn't so messy in there?”

Raven raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean, Darling?”

“I mean…stealth mission! Tonight!”

“Excellent idea, Darling Charming! Certainly no harm, no fowl feathers in a twist if there are no wings a-flapping!”

Rosabella looked at Maddie uncertainly, “Uh, right!”

“Not to say that’s not a good plan," Apple began kindly, "but the lunch ladies lock the castle-teria after their shift. How will we unlock it?”

“Oh, I can do that.” Everyone except Maddie turned to look at Raven. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing. So," Apple grinned, “We have a plan! We’ll get in tonight, investigate, and catch whoever’s stealing those chocolate brownies!”

—------------------

“Okay, guys. Here’s the plan.”

The five had met up outside the castle-teria after hours, ready to catch the brownie thief.

Apple continued whispering, “Raven will unlock the door using her magic–”

“Done.” Raven blew the remaining purple fire off her hand.

“Raven. You’re fable-ous.”

“Why yes. Yes, I am.”

One by one they entered the kitchen.

“Okay. Now, we look for any clues we can find about the mysterious Ever After thief that stole those brownies,” Darling declared.

“I suggest we split up.” Maddie interrupted.

“Good idea,” said Darling.

“Quick question. What do we do if we bump into the thief?” asked Rosabella.

“Oh, I know!” Maddie popped up in front of her, “We run!”

“Run?”

“Run!”

“But we want to catch this thief, Maddie.” Apple reminded.

“Yeah!” Maddie didn't look the slightest perturbed.

“Umm, Maddie.” Darling tried her luck. “Why would we run if we want to catch it?”

“To set a trap for it later of course!”

“Why not set a trap now?” spoke up Rosabella.

“Oh? Sure, we can do that, I guess,” she tapped her cheek, then nodded. “Yeah, we can do that! Let’s do it!”

Darling thought out loud, "Okay, so let's see what we know about the thief? So, what do we know?"

"It likes chocolate," Rosabella said.

"It likes that new recipe," Raven added.

Then Maddie asked, "But where do those brownies go? Do they eat them all in one night?"

"If they do," Apple said with a wince, "then they're in for one big bad stomach ache!"

"You're right. Hmm," Darling was lost in thought. "Who could it be?"

Raven was the first one, "We can just hide and see who comes in?"

"Hmm, we could, but what if we can't catch them in time?"

"Darling, you can use your magic touch when they're stealing the brownies," suggested Rosabella.

"And one of us can stand by the light switch," Apple said, "and we can sprinkle some powdered sugar or something messy for good measure."

"Oooh, that's a great idea!"

"And Apple and I can have our mirror pads ready to record them as soon the lights are on," said Raven.

Apple bit her lip hesitantly, "But we're not going to mirrorcast them or publish them in the yearbook, are we? That seems…heartless."

"Oh, no, never. But they won't know that!"

"Evilly genius, Raven!"

"Apple…"

"I meant that as a compliment! But yeah, sorry."

Maddie nodded, then asked, "So, we know what to do when the thief comes, but what do we do when they don't?"

"Hmm, a very good observation, co-president! But I guess we'll just have to try again next time then."

"Gotcha, Madame President! Now, what are we waiting for? They're almost here!"

There was a sputter of confusion but everyone started finding hiding places as they whisper-shouted at Maddie.

"How do you know that, Maddie?" Rosabella asked.

"Because the author had trouble writing this mystery so decided to nip it right now!"

Rosabella and Apple, who weren't used to Maddie's or Wonderland's antics, said at the same time, "What?"

Raven rolled her eyes fondly, "It's her magic touch."

"Oh."

—

Someone unlocked the kitchen door. One figure entered, and then another.

They tried to sneak in softly, seemingly well aware of their surroundings even in the dark. They stood over the trays of brownies and started eating with such discretion as if they were professionals trained in the art.

Halfway through, Raven switched on the lights, her mirrorpad ready.

On the other side, Apple did the same.

Darling flipped her hair and used her magic touch, slowing down the perpetrators.

Rosabella and Maddie came out of their hiding spots, Maddie with an oversized sandwich she somehow made in the few seconds she spent in her hiding spot.

"Hello, Ever After High," Raven pressed record (to be deleted later), "look who we have here! Your classmates and brownie thieves, Helga and Gus Crumb!"

"Gasp," said Darling with a smirk.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Gus tried to say, but a mouthful of brownies and being in slow motion while wearing PJs laced with powdered sugar didn't exactly help his case.

Darling resumed the two to their normal speed.

“Yes, Gus and I were just, uh, catching the thief, same as you,” both cousins nodded furiously.

"Give it up, you two," said Rosabella.

"We caught you snow and four!" said Maddie.

"Yeah!" agreed Darling.

Helga and Gus stared at Darling, "What?"

"She means fair and square," translated Raven.

"Ohhhh," drawled the two. Then Gus added, "Makes sense, makes sense, I get it. It's because ‘fair as snow’, and two is a squared number."

"Very smart of you, cousin!"

"Thank you, Helga!"

"Alright. Now that that's settled. What should we do with these two, Ms yearbook editor and co-president, and other co-president."

"Ooh, I have a hex-cellent idea!" Apple clasped her hands, a glint in her eye while the two cousins shared a nervous glance.

—

Helga and Gus Crumb had admitted to stealing then duplicating a key to the school kitchen during a busy rush hour at the start of their year at Ever After High.

When the new brownies turned out to actually be good, they decided to steal them all to themselves as a reward for the stressful hex-ams.

Of course, this didn't fly with anyone. The two were put on lunch serving duty for a week. But their knowledge of tasty treats and youthful energy made them a favorite with the lunch staff, so they received extra brownies every day, some punishment that turned out to be.

"What's wrong, Maddie?" Rosabella slid her tray and sat down next to her.

"I didn't get to be used as bait. I didn't get those snacks to persuade me to be used as bait." She sighed and slumped down on the table.

"Aww, don't worry. I still have those snacks in my dorm. I can give them to you if you'd like."

"It's not the same," she sighed again.

"Aww," Apple interrupted, "So you'll only have those snacks during a mystery and only when you're being used as bait to set a trap for a villain?"

“That's exactly right, Ms Girl Detective!” Maddie perked up. "Got any good mysteries?"

“Haha, no, sorry. But 'girl detective'? I like the sound of that! We’re all girl detectives now, aren’t we?”

The group muttered in agreement.

“Sure, lock it down, Holmesie!” Maddie had gotten her gusto back.

“What?” Apple asked, confused.

“Yes, forced, I know. But anyway, we did it!" she sat back straight and pumped both fists in the air," You're right, we did it! We solved one mystery! That means we'll have so many more mysteries now! A new mystery every week! The victims always closely related to us, and a themed mystery every holiday!"

Apple, Raven, Darling and Rosabella tried to make sense of Maddie's ramblings, but then caught each other's eyes and laughed.

"Sure, Maddie. Whatever you say."

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The End

[the-ink-of-roses]

ur recent says ur taking requests but it says closed so I HOPE THIS IS OKAY LOL

Percy Jackson x reader fluff just anything lighthearted and dumb please 😭

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

— "like hell! the only one who can get me away from you right now is my mom." ft; late night rain dancing, taylor swift playing, warm towels and a shit ton of kisses from your second favourite person in the whole wide world

a/n: nooooo i'm taking requests, like only ten for now which is why i didnt bother changing thatnjrefh but no, you're perfectly fine <3 i'm so s o f t for percy jackson feel free to send in another request if this isn't what you wanted <3 aaa this is quite literally, my first time writing for the pjo fandom so i hope i dont disappoint

note: percy jackson x gn!reader, they're both well in college, around two years after toa. no specific godly parent for reader mentioned per se, but it's implied the reader doesn't have a mortal family, not prood read, we die like jason grace. warnings: another bad attempt at fluff, spotify terminology (apple music users dni eyeroll emoji /j), brief mentions of sicknesses (cold, cough and fever), sally jackson being a SWEETHEART, a mention of throwing up, surprisingly only one (1) curseword. 815 words !

you squeal in surprise as the rain starts pouring down harder. the winds have become harsher too, but whatever Zeus is pissed about this time around doesn't concern you.

instead, you tug the jacket you and percy are wrapped in closer to yourself, pulling him closer too by extension.

percy's hands slip around your waist, your back to his chest, as he picks you up and gently sways the two of you to the beat of 'love story' by taylor swift while he hums the lyrics under his breath.

he tugs you closer and presses a kiss to your cheek and jaw, resting his head on your shoulder later. you giggle when he does that, turning your head slightly to kiss his forehead.

the playlist probably ran out ages ago, now you two are staying afloat purely on the will of the spotify lords and their music choice, but as long as it's a song that either you or percy know, it works.

( anything works, to be honest, just as long as percy's here, behind you, holding you like you're the one thing he never wants to lose. as long as you have that, you know you've won. as long as percy jackson holds your hand and kisses your cheeks, gods, you'll take anything. )

new rome is fun, it keeps life interesting in a way that doesn't risk you, him and Annabeth going out on quests--and Annabeth having to mock throw up every time you two kiss even if you know she's just as terrified as you two.

swords and running from medusa's sisters ( or medusa sometimes. yeah aunty em was NOT happy last time you met her, apparently she still remembered the store circus thing even if it was more than seven years ago ) were replaced with chasing deadlines and seeing how many energy drinks you guys can stomach.

you're in new york right now, staying at sally's ( when she learnt you were going to spend the holidays in new rome, she demanded her son get you home. no way in hell is estelle's favourite person going to stay alone for the holidays ), and like the two very smart heroes of olympus you two are, you're out here dancing in the rain.

it's a little silly, yeah, but in your absolute defence, this started out as percy trying to teach you how to skateboard before the rain, and neither of you are going to let that ruin a date for you ( by extension let Zeus ruin another date for you, even if this isn't aimed at you ), so you two made the best of both worlds, thanking the gods the speaker piper got for you is waterproof.

with one last strike of thunder, the rain slowly dies down, leaving you and him in the park as the spotify lords finally give up on you two.

percy drops you suddenly and you have only two seconds to squeal in absolute surprise before you're turned around to face him this time. he's grinning at you with a look of absolute mischief--you're sure connor and travis had the exact same look before they shoved you into the pool last time you guys visited camp half blood. of course, percy was in there but something tells you that was their goal.

he looks so pretty you could cry.

and this pure boy, who smiles secretly to you, looks at you like you're the one at the centre of his universe, the one who holds your heart. this same boy has given you his, asking only for your love in return, something you're more than happy to give him.

before you can ask him what he's up to, percy suddenly shakes his hair, causing all the water to fly everywhere, including on you.

you almost yell in surprise but with a small chuckle bite back. doing the same, as both of you laugh while shaking your heads to have the water droplets go around everywhere.

it's probably a weird sight to watch--two teenagers, drenched in water, shaking their heads like there's no tomorrow while holding each other, but you don't really give four fucks.

once your head starts hurting, you stop and cup percy's face, getting him to stop as well. your other hand slides into his hair, messing it up further as the hand on his face guides him for a kiss.

he lifts you up again and twirls you--no doubt to get another laugh out of you--before setting you down.

percy doesn't let go of your hand either, not when you pick up your stuff and head to sally's (your current favourite person in the world), not while the two of you are lectured by her on colds coughs and fevers in this weather, not even when warm towels are given to the two of you.

that makes you almost as warm as sally's hot chocolate did.

[starryvioletnight]

Unpopular Opinion but

The Jims are actually sweethearts and have never done anything wrong.

[therealyaspen]

Possessed Legend Go Brr

You know I was gonna just post a snippet bc I stopped writing this like five months ago bUT HERE HAVE A MESSY, UNEDITED BUT COMPLETE THING I GUESS?? Any grammatical errors will probably be looked over tomorrow dfnsav

So. The Lost Woods were still creepy as hell. Good to know. A dense fog still covered the area, and crows still screamed their call-and-respond at random seemingly just to startle anyone not expecting it. The same old eerie lantern-light darted between the trees, the same poes laughed at the group as they got up and dusted themselves off.

Some things would never change, Legend supposed, no matter how often you came back.

"Looks like the Lost Woods," Time observed. "Do we know whose era we're in?"

"Mine," Legend said with a glance at the pedestal in the middle of the clearing, "The Sword looks just like I left it."

Sky sighed sadly. "This place is so... different," he said, then turned to Legend and asked, "Are you going to take it?"

Legend shook his head. "Better to leave it here for now, I think." In truth, he didn't want to hold the blade ever again. Too many memories involved his hand clenched tight around the azure hilt of the Master Sword until his knuckles turned white. Without another word on the matter, he started walking. "We should probably get going before that scaly bastard can put anymore distance between himself and us. Follow me and stick close--Hyrule, no wandering off."

And so began the journey through the woos. As the group of heroes left the Sword behind them, however, it became increasingly apparent that something was wrong with the Lost Woods. The further they went from the clearing, the more obvious the signs were. The plants were wilting and turning a sickly purple grey color, the crows got to be fewer and fewer. Wild was caught trying to grab mushrooms that even Legend hadn't seen before three times. Even the poes seemed to notice that something was amiss and were avoiding the rest of the forest as much as they could.

Hyrule was the first to say anything. "Something's not right. There's magic here, but it's... wrong. Like Dark Link's," he announced, reaching up to touch a grayed leaf and recoiling with a yelp when it crumbled to dust in his hand. It almost looked like it had burned the Traveler.

"Then all we can do is stay on our toes and trust Legend to get us out of here," Twilight replied, and Legend noted the way that his pelt almost looked like the fur on the back of an animal's neck, bristling and on high alert. He nodded.

"New rule--don't touch anything. Wild, for Din's sake, put the mushrooms down!"

Wild gave him a kicked puppy look over his armload of slimy, red-capped fungi. "They look like they might be good for cooking!" he protested.

Legend pinched the bridge of his nose. "They also might be poisonous, you--" the Veteran stopped mid-sentence, and not of his own volition. He felt his arms drop to his sides, his face go slack. What the hell...? What in the actual goddess-damned fuck?! He wanted to shout, to rip whatever was doing this to him a new asshole, but he couldn't.

This was... something else. Something other.

"...Legend? You okay?" Wild asked. "It's fine dude, I'll put them down." Gingerly, he set the mushrooms on the ground, then put his hands up when Legend--or rather, the thing that was controlling Legend--didn't look away or change its expression or do anything. Get the fuck out of me! I swear to Hylia, I'll kick your ass! Legend swore at whatever it was, trying to force even just a little twitch of his finger.

Four looked at him warily. "Is he... do you guys think he can even hear us? Legend?" he asked, tentatively walking over to him. Yes! Yes, I can, and I have no goddess-damned clue what the hell's going on! Hyrule's arm shot out to stop Four. His eyes were wide, never leaving Legend.

"Don't," he said, voice cracking a little. "Something... something's really wrong."

Whatever had taken Legend's body finally decided to speak. Its voice was raspy and quiet and most certainly not his own. It sounded almost like fallen leaves scraping against the bare earth in the fall. "Trespassers... leave..."

Then Legend felt himself be thrown forward in a leap towards Hyrule, sword out and ready to attack. Move! He screamed, but again, his mouth didn't so much as twitch. Four grabbed the other hero and pulled him down just barely in time to avoid getting sliced in half, but the sound of steel cutting through flesh was as clear as Hyrule's scream as the blade struck him. The Traveler had a massive gash in his side. legend's arm moved up to deal a death blow, and he was begging now, Please, don't do this! Don't kill him, don't kill any of them, they're all I have--

Clang!

Legend would have cheered at the sound of his sword striking Wild's shield if he could. Wild pushed outwards with a shout, sending Legend stumbling back. Warriors and Time were on him before whatever had him could even think about getting up, though the thing was apparently much stronger than he was and was struggling violently in an attempt to throw both of them off. "What the hell are you doing?!" Warriors bellowed. The fury in his eyes almost physically burned, and Legend didn't really blame him. He'd probably react much the same.

"He's not himself," Time said. His voice was strained, and Legend could see that behind his neutral expression was a barrage of emotions. He couldn't imagine any of them were particularly pleasant. "Someone grab his sword!"

Twilight was just barely able to pry the weapon from his grip, which seemed to just further aggravate the thing inside him. Time and Warriors both ended up being thrown off. "Damn, that was... has he always been this strong?" Warriors muttered, getting up swiftly and moving to aid Sky in trying to grab Legend again.

It's probably whatever's causing him to act like this," Sky guessed. He blocked a punch aimed directly at his head and Legend silent-howled in pain as his fist connected with solid metal, but his body landed a blow to the Skyloftian's gut and a kick to Twilight's left knee.

He was sent downwards when Wind charged him and grabbed ahold of the back of his legs, then swore internally as his newly-retrieved sword tore through the Sailor's calf. "Fuck! I don't want to hurt him, but this asshole's sure not taking it easy on us!" the kid exclaimed.

Twilight was back on his feet quickly, though Legend noticed that he was favoring his injured knee just a little. He hoped to whoever would listen that this thing didn't see it too. Sky was a little slower to recover, but he got back up before Legend shook Wind off of him.

"Hey!"

Legend's head snapped in the direction of the shout to see Warriors. The Captain looked jarringly unsure and a little surprised, as if he hadn't meant to yell. He shook his head and the surprise disappeared, though he was clearly still uncertain. Legend was barreling into him before he could start speaking, and he hardly had time to get his shield up. "Snap our of it, Legend! This isn't--I know you're still in there!"

The thing controlling Legend kicked at Warriors' ankles, sending him toppling down. Warriors went at Legend's own ankles, hard. Fucking ow, asshole. Legend didn't even have time to think before he was on his stomach, Warriors holding his left wrist firmly against the ground and rendering the sword he held useless. The Captain's knee was in his back, and his full weight was holding Legend down. The whatever-it-was struggled, thrashing to get free, but the others were quick to secure his other limbs.

There was a beat of silence, save for ragged breathing and the sounds of a frantic attempt to get free, before Warriors spoke. His weight shifted a bit. "Sorry, Legend. We'll figure this out, I promise."

Then there was a pain in the back of Legend's neck, and he was released into unfeeling darkness.

~~~

When Legend awoke, the first thing he noticed was the rope tying his hands together. The second was the very familiar bed, and the third...

"Oh, Mister Hero! You're awake!"

Legend groaned and gave Ravio the evil eye when he helped him sit up, but was relieved to find that he could move his body on his own now. "What the hell am I doing here, and where are the others."

Ravio gasped, placing a hand on his chest. "Oh, you wound me! And here I was, worried you wouldn't wake up yourself!"

"Ravio..."

"Fine, fine--but you did give me quite the scare, you know! Being carried in, unconscious and apparently possessed and all--"

"Ravio!"

The merchant put his hands on his hips. "Hold your horses, Mister Hero, I'm gettin' to it! Your family--" Ah. Yeah. He had called them that, hadn't he? "--didn't have time to say much at first. Mister Cape pulled out his sword--somehow, he had the actual Master Sword, what's up with that?!--and did this thing with it Something about purifying a corrupted forest spirit and getting it out of you? I dunno, that kinda went over my head if I'm being honest,... Anyways, the sword burned up his hands pretty bad, so I pointed him and a bunch of the others towards Kakariko so they could find a healer or something. Mister Scarf, Mister Armor, and Freckles headed to the castle to try and get an audience with Zelda for help, in case the whole sword thing didn't work."

Legend frowned, taking a moment to digest all that. So Sky had tried to use the Master Sword to exorcise him? And apparently it had worked? But he'd hurt himself. Now Fable might get involved, and not only would he get the ass-chewing of the century, but she'd be wasting her time she could be spending not worrying about a brother that was okay, really. Legend sighed. "I guess we're gonna have to wait until they get back, then," he said. "Think you can untie me? I'm guessing these were put here in case I woke up and was... not myself." Come to think of it, how had he stayed out that long? Had Hyrule used sleeping potions? That had to be it, there was no ay he would have been out for the entire trek from the Lost Woods to his house otherwise.

A mischievous light glinted in Ravio's eyes. "Hm... I'm not sure, how do I know you're not just that evil, corrupted spirit impersonating Link? Think you can prove you're not?"

"Fucker-- you know damn well I'm not!"

"Mmm, I dunno~"

Legend seethed. "Fine, when you started your 'rental shop' or whatever, the thing that pissed me off the most was that you moved my goddess-damned bed. That good?"

Ravio clapped his hands together, and Sheerow chirped from somewhere across the room. "It really is you, Mister Hero!" he exclaimed cheerfully, going to work at the knot holding Legend's hands together.

He would still be working at it when Time, Warriors, and Hyrule returned with Fable to the sound of Legend screaming at him to just cut the damn thing.

[loudsuitlover]

could you write a Christmas piece for Harry and indie and their family please? I’m not sure if you are taking requests, I know you said you’ve been busy but if you get time and this inspires you I would love to read!

A/N: Thank you for the request! It did inspire me quite a lot! I hope you like it x

“Merry Christmas, doctor Styles.” The new Anaesthesiology inter smiled at him.

“Merry Christmas, Steve.”

But oh, the holidays. He had never been a fan of them. Granted, that- like every other thing in his life- had changed since he spent them with Blue and just by thinking about it he smiled. Blue loved Christmas. She loved most holidays, but if she had to choose one then that would be Christmas.

He remembered their first Christmas together. He remembered too that the year prior he had already been in love with her but they had been angry at each other during the holidays and even if he thought he wished things had been different, deep down he knew he wouldn’t change a thing. And he remembered that first Christmas they had actually spent together, he was having a hard day, a really hard day but Blue didn’t yet know he didn’t really like Christmas- he didn’t want to sound like the Grinch- so she was standing right outside the hospital with a Santa Claus hat on and she was grinning at him and he remembered she almost scolded him because they were going to be late to her mother’s dinner and he just chuckled and made fun of her for her hat.

“Everybody’s looking at you.” He had laughed.

“I don’t care. So are you.” She shrugged.

“Ain’t I always?” And he gave her that smile of his that would always have her weak at the knees.

She didn’t drive yet then so he knew she had walked from her friends’ apartment to the hospital and then he drove towards her mother’s house, that was still her own house at the time, and in the ride he prayed for the dinner and the evening not to be as hard as he anticipated.

Blue’s family was big on Christmas so Alicia was having this huge dinner and she was having everybody over- Blue’s dad and siblings and his own family. Alicia had even invited his dad but they hadn’t spent Christmas together since Harry was 7 so it was no surprise when he said he couldn’t make it.

Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra and even Elvis Presley played that night on the Anderson’s house, and every other Christmas eve after that; and the truth was as years passed, new memories came with them- first it was Blue with the Santa hat outside the hospital, then her first Christmas gift to him.

“Now” she said the minute he laid on her old bed at her mother’s house that night “there’s a present to you from me under the tree so you can open something tomorrow in front of my family but” she smiled and she had his full attention then “you’re real present is here.”

“Are you gonna give me a lap dance?” He smirked, propping himself up on his elbows over her mattress but she rolled her eyes.

“No.” She giggled. “It’s a proper present.”

“So is a lap dance.” He smiled.

“There will be no lap dance on Christmas for you, mister. Did you know today we celebrate the day Jesus Christ was born? Does it look like the night to be giving my boyfriend a lap dance?”

“You don’t even believe in God.” He laughed.

“But you do.” She smirked. “You should show some respect on his birthday.”

“Alright, alright.” He smirked. “Then what is it that I can’t open in front of your family?”

Pictures of a sexy Santa Claus lingerie set played on his mind, or maybe some new sex position she had done some research on, or maybe a new edition of the Kamasutra. She sat down before him on her bed and she was hiding something on her back and she tucked her hair behind her ears and she looked so gorgeous to him.

“Is this the present?” He smirked.

“What? I haven’t given you anything.”

“I thought it was this sight.” He shrugged.

“You’re such a dork.” She giggled and then she showed the present from behind her back.

It was carefully wrapped on reindeers’ paper and he smiled at her cheesiness. He took it from her. It was a book- it definitely was the Kamasutra- o a cheeky smirk crept onto his face. Except it wasn’t and when he read the title, even if his Spanish wasn’t that good at the time, he knew what that meant.

“Canciones para Harry.” (Songs for Harry.) He read out loud.

He opened the book and flipped through the pages. She had gotten it printed and among the lyrics, all in black ink, there were some fragments in pink and from them it came some notes written on her handwriting on shinny black ink, and he ran his fingers across them before he looked up at her. She wasn’t looking at him, instead her eyes were set on the book, and he knew she was just embarrassed.

“I made a playlist for you. Well, not technically for you. It was more a playlist about you. I started it after one day at your house when you told me you had chosen to tutor my essay because you thought I was smart. Well, I was falling for you then.” She giggled. “So I made this playlist with songs that made me think of you and I… I mean I can share the playlist with you too but I- I did this book.” She set her hands on the pages so she could point at the things she was mentioning. “I just wrote the lyrics of the songs, well I got them from the internet, and then I wrote in pink the bits that reminded me of you and on the sides I wrote why, sort of like in genius. You know that website, right? And” she flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for “since some songs were in Spanish, I translated them myself, see? There on both sides, like one of those Spanish-English books for kids” she giggled “so you can understand better.”

He was at a loss for words so he just stayed quiet, only for a moment, and he read some of it. Her handwriting: this was when we met, when I thought I didn’t need anything from your heart haha what a fool and he smiled and read the translation she had made from one of her Spanish songs about him I don’t need no clothes, I’m wrapped by yesterday’s warmth; I don’t need no clothes, I’m wrapped by the taste of honey; I don’t need anything to be between us, just our skin; I don’t need anything from your heart. And he kept reading…

Reality doesn’t let go of me. I search for a better world and dig on one of my drawers just in case you’re there. Searching for my destiny, living pre-recorded, without being or hearing or giving. I would like to talk to you so we could tune in.

My house is falling since he left and now I’m just waiting for the wrecking…. His memory’s pinned between my eyebrows. But I dream that there’s a new song beginning, I live on the echo of yout voice, entertained; and I follow the trail of your scent that says to me come with me.

I find a song that talks about me and you. Be quiet and hear it- the sound of my dreamy belly that dreams about devouring you every hour. The held back desire roars.

I want to relish on the essence of things.

I decided to leave my door open just in case your warm air comes in and brings news about you.

“It’s not much” she giggled “but I thought it might embarrass you to open something so cheesy in front of my whole family.”

He looked up at her and he just gave her a smile for he still didn’t know what to say and he hoped he was a poet then. He had written some things about her, that he had, but he didn’t even have them there; even though he had decided then he would let her read them.

“This is the best gift anyone has ever given to me, Blue.” He confessed. “But yeah, I’m glad you didn’t give me this in front of everyone because I’m all mushy now.” He smiled. “Just come here, you. Te quiero.”

So yeah, Blue had made sure he didn’t hate Christmas as much as he used to. It wasn’t that he hated them. It was just that it reminded him of everything his sister could have had but hadn’t and he couldn’t help but to think it was his own fault and so Christmas was always hard on him but since Blue, Christmas was an opportunity to pamper her and to be pampered, to decorate the entire house with her and have chocolate together and she even got him a Christmas PJs for Dylan’s first Christmas- Daddy was dressed like an Elf too- and he wore it every other Christmas after that. And that year wouldn’t be different, he thought.

“Mummy” Dylan walked down the aisle at the grocery store with his white woollen beanie on, the one Aunty Gemma had knitted for him “do you think Santa leaves presents for animals in the jungle too?”

He was four years old then but he was the smartest kid she had ever seen. They had probably overstimulated him, but oh well. When he was just one year old, Harry would tell him all these things and he would never scold him- he would just explain what was wrong and in all fairness- Blue had thought that was silly at the time- but maybe he had been right all alone.

“Yo me imagino que sí. Si han sido buenos, claro…. Pero no lo sé porque nunca he ido a la jungla.” (I would say he does. If they have been kind, of course… But I’m not sure because I’ve never been to the jungle.)

Hughie was a giant 2 and a half years old and he was sitting on the small chair on the trolley, minding his own business with the toy he had brought with him and Dylan was helping you with the groceries, grabbing the things you asked him from the shelf and placing them on the trolley.

“¿Tú quieres algo, Dylan? Es Navidad. Puedes elegir lo que tú quieras.” (Is there anything you want, Dylan? It’s Christmas. You can choose whatever you want.)

“¿Lo que yo quiera de toda la tienda?” (Whatever I want from the entire store?)

Blue smiled. The store wasn’t bigger than four corridors but she nodded her head for she figured for someone 107 cm tall, the store was actually big.

“I think I want a box of chocolates so I can share. I can leave one for Santa too.”

Blue smiled.

“A box of chocolates it is. And Hughie, is there anything you want?”

“Agua.” (Water.)

Blue laughed but handed him his bottle of water and sweet Dylan explained.

“She means a present, Hugh.”

“Biscuits.” He smiled mischievously as he looked at her.

She laughed again because the day before, he had misbehaved a little with the biscuits- he was such a gluttonous kid- but she knew Hughie was a little naughty but had such a kind heart and she secretly loved it.

Dylan was so good. He had always been so good, even when he was a baby. He would grant her 8 hours of straight sleep and he would always smile when you look at him, even before you said anything, and when he was a little older, he was so good too. So kind and such a loving big brother. She remembered when Hughie needed a nappy change, Dylan would run off to the nursery and get a clean nappy and wipes and run back to the living room and he was just one and a half years old.

After the store, they had gotten home and she had turned on the heater and she had gotten everyone on their Christmas PJs after the baths and then she had played her mother’s Christmas CD and the three of them had walked inside the kitchen where they were baking.

“Mummy, why are we making a cake for Daddy?” Dylan asked as he stirred the dough.

Hughie was sat on his knees on the stool next to his brother’s but all he had been doing was nipping on leftovers of chocolate or butter.

Well, they were making a cake for Daddy because Daddy tended to be a little sad when Christmas was coming. The accident had been on the 18th December, so many years prior, but he still felt his heart breaking every year around that time. So then, then it was December 23rd and the following day they had Christmas dinner at Abuela’s house but that day, they would have a Christmas day of their own and Harry would have a cake because a cake could cheer anyone up.

“So he knows we love him.”

At that reply Dylan looked up from the bowl at his mum and his hazel eyes set on hers and she knew another question was coming.

“Otherwise he won’t know we love him?”

She smiled.

“Es verdad, yo creo que ya lo sabe. Pero es que Daddy es médico como mamá y la Navidad en el hospital da un poco de pena, ¿sabes? Porque nosotros vemos a mucha gente que no tiene tanta suerte como nosotros y no tiene unos hijos tan guapos y tan buenos, ¿sabes?” (You’re right, I think he already knows. But, you know, Daddy is a doctor just like Mummy and Christmas at the hospital can be a little sad, you know? Because we see some people that aren’t as lucky as we are, some people who don’t have kids as beautiful and kind as you, you know?)

Hughie was listening too then and he had smiled at his mummy’s compliment and he looked so much like Harry she wanted to laugh.

“¿Y eso pone a Daddy un poco triste?” (And that makes Daddy a little sad?)

“Sí, eso pone a Daddy un poco triste.” ((Yes, that makes daddy a little sad.) Hughie frowned as she said that. Daddy was his favourite person in the world, she was sure, but so was Dylan and her herself and he didn’t like it when any of them wasn’t happy. She knew even if he was little, he would take their pain from them if he could. “Pero vosotros le ponéis feliz.” (But you guys make him happy.)

“You too, mummy.”

“Yes, me too.” She smiled.

“Mummy” Hughie smiled again with that naughty smile of his, and Blue hoped he would never grow old for it “¿cuándo es tu cumpleaños?” (when is your birthday?)

“¿Cuándo es mi cumpleaños, Dy? ¿Tú lo sabes?” (When’s my birthday, Dy? Do you know it?)

He frowned and his mummy smiled as she stared at him. He was so small to everybody but he had grown up so much to her and time was going too fast and was taking away her little baby Dy. But he was so gorgeous and so kind and she was so proud of him as it was, she couldn’t imagine how proud she’d be when he was older.

“Es en verano.” (It’s on the summer.)

“Sí, es en verano, Hughie.”

“¿Y el de Daddy?” (And Daddy’s?)

“Dylan?” She smirked.

“Después de Navidad.” (After Christmas.)

“Sí, muy bien, Dy, ¡qué observador eres!” (Yes, well done, Dy! You’re so thoughtful!)

“¿Y el mío?” (And mine?) Hughie asked.

“El tuyo es en marzo, después del de Daddy.”

“¿Cuándo es el cumpleaños de Santa, mummy?” (When is Santa’s birthday, mummy?)

“No lo sé, pet.”

They didn’t hear the door but it had been a while since Harry was standing on the other side of the kitchen door, eavesdropping to their conversation. The scent of vanilla and chocolate filled his nostrils as he stood there quiet and peaceful and he hadn’t realised the smirk that was on his lips; but holidays weren’t so bad anymore.

“Well, who are all these elves on my kitchen?” Harry smirked.

Hughie almost jumped from his stool and he clapped his hands together and turned his body around and Dylan grinned widely at his dad’s presence.

“Daddy!” Hughie celebrated. “It’s us! We’re not Elves. We’re Hughie, Mummy and Dy.”

“Oh, okay, thank you, Hughie.”

He leaned in on his sons and he pressed a kiss to Dylan’s hairline as he hugged him to his chest from behind before Hughie climbed over his chest and hugged him as if he hadn’t seen him just this morning.

“What are you guys doing?”

“We’re- uh” Dylan’s eyes opened wide as he stared into his mum’s eyes in panic.

So Harry looked up at her too and she gave him a naughty smile.

“Díselo, Dy.” (Tell him, Dy.)

“Te estamos haciendo una tarta para que sepas que te queremos y para que no estés triste.”

“Oh, muchas gracias.” He smiled at his wife and shook his head slightly, but she just shrugged and giggled.

“And that’s not the only thing we have for him, is it?” Blue smiled. “We also have a little show after dinner, right guys?”

“Yes, yes!” Hughie pressed his hand on his cheek and turned his head until he was looking into his eyes. “We learnt a song, a Christmas song with Mummy.”

“You did?” He smirked amused.

And then he set Hughie back on his stool but she asked her children to help set the table so they both started grabbing their colourful plastic cutlery and making their way to the table. Harry approached her and he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back to his chest while she put the cake on the oven.

“Do you not get tired?” He whispered on her neck before he gently nibbled on her skin.

“Of what?”

“Of being so lovely.”

“What a dork.”

“And sexy.” He grabbed her butt and almost made her moan but she just pushed him away with her hips and he chuckled.

So they had dinner, the four of them, and Dylan told Harry about the box of chocolates he had gotten and Hughie told him about a meteor that apparently had crushed against his toys in the afternoon and it was simple, but it was perfect.

And then after dinner came the show and both his kids performed a very cute, very well choreographed performance of Rudolph the RedNosed Reindeer while his wife guided them from behind him. And then there came the cuddles before bed and the best moments, when they would tell each other right before turning the light off, what had been the best moment of their day. For both of them it had been the piece of cake after dinner, obviously, and Blue could only roll her eyes internally when she thought it had been none of the games they had played, or the rehearsals for their performance, of the chocolate box but the cake- it was always the cake.

And it was after the kids had fallen asleep, when Blue and Harry were having some wine in front of the fireplace that she had gotten up from the couch as Nat King Cole lull them with The Christmas Song and she had offered him a hand as she swayed her body to the slow rhythm and he had stared at her hand with a smirk playing on her lips before she had smiled invitingly and then he had finally taken it and gotten up. He placed his hands on her waist and her arms wrapped around his neck and he couldn’t help the chuckles as she sang to him.

“Merry Christmas to you.” She pressed her lips to his and there was no more singing as they kissed for the rest of the song.

The kiss started slow and neither of them had realized they were that hungry for one another until he deepened the kiss. He hadn’t done it on purpose, he had intended to go for a gentle, tender Christmas kiss, but she smelled so good… And she was so warm and he had skimmed her skin underneath her sweater and damn… She was so soft… She was always so soft and so his eager tongue had pushed her and she had moaned against his lips and that was everything he had needed.

His hand fell from her neck to the valley between her breasts and she gasped on his mouth.

“Baby” She gasped.

He hummed and kept sucking on the skin on her neck.

“The boys” She whispered “what if they wake up?”

“I need you, baby.”

He was painfully hard and he didn’t quite know how it had started. It must have been the way she smelled. But he had thought about being inside her and then he couldn’t take the thought out of his mind.

“Bedroom.” She had said.

He pulled away from her and with his hands firmly on her hips, he took her to their bedroom and he closed the door after him. His hands were on her hips as he nibbled on the side of her neck.

“I love you, Blue.” He whispered against her skin.

And his hands slipped under the hem of her pyjama pants and he took them and her knickers off swiftly before he walked towards the bed. She could feel it- his hard length, big and warm- against the low of her back and she didn’t know how she could get wet so fast but she was so lightheaded she wouldn’t have known her age anyway.

She heard him took off his own clothes and so she took off her pyjama top and waited for him with both hands on the bed, giving him her back. Warm, strong arms wrapped around her bare waist and one hand moved up and squeezed her breast while the other travelled down her belly between her legs. Her head collides against his shoulder when his fingers collected the wetness from her warm lips and spread it against her hungry clit and she moaned. She tilted her neck so she could capture his lips and his tongue searched for hers. The familiar humidity and the eagerness drove her crazy even all those years later and she let him do with her what he wanted.

With one hand on her belly, he laid her down on the bed, chest and belly pressed against the mattress and he laid his weight over her making her moan. His hands pinned hers against the mattress on both sides of her head and their lips connect on an impossibly wet kiss. She gasped against his mouth.

“I love you.” He repeated.

“I love you too” she moaned “but fuck, fuck me already.”

He chuckled before he pressed a kiss on her temple.

“My girl… Always so impatient.”

His girl… His girl was a mum already but he was still his girl, first and foremost, and he would fuck her like he did when they first met and she would scream his name and mark his back with her nails still.

She desperately wanted him inside her, but he deprived her from it purposefully, just so she was as hopeless as he was. So she could feel, even if it was on a physical level, how desperately in love he felt, how vulnerable, how much in need he felt times like that night.

The tip of his tongue went down the side of her neck and she shivered. She was deprived from movements too since Harry’s weight was over her so she could only bit on her bottom lip as he sunk her teeth on her skin, not enough to hurt but enough to sting, before he licked and kissed the pink marks. He moved above her, making her think that was the time he was going to thrust inside her, but he didn’t driving her crazy. She had hoped he would times enough so that she had given up and as if he knew, that was the time he actually slipped inside her. He groaned on her ear at the contact, that wet canal that had wrapped around him for years, his happy place, his calm. And even if he was thrusting her from behind, he still found her lips and they kissed passionately, and he would bit on her bottom lip and pull from it and dived his tongue inside her mouth.

She was a moaning mess and only then she understood why he had chosen to take her from behind because in this position at least her moans were muffled against the pillow. He held her hips and fucked hard and fast inside her and she knew they were only the orgasms she would have solo, before he’d cum himself and then he’d slipped his hand between her legs and he would rub her pussy fast enough so that she came with him again.

He was lying next to her with his back resting against the mattress and his chest was furiously going up and down and he turned her head and smiled at him sleepily.

“I think that’d do for two long sexless days.”

She rolled her eyes and chuckled and, smiling, he leaned in and captured her lips with his.

“Merry Christmas to you too, love.”