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yuckydraws · 5 months

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Sleepless, Snowy Nights

Pairing: (Wine/reader)

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You sigh as you watch the falling snow, your breath clouding around you for a moment, before dissipating. You have work in a few hours. You should at least try to get some sleep. Yet, your bare feet don’t move from the cold concrete of the back patio. The brisk chill of the winter air should feel frigid, but after the nightmare you just had, it grounds you. These past few days have been full of stressful, restless nights, and you’re starting to feel the effects.

The end of December, and the first snow of the season is finally here. Chunky, full flakes fall delicately on the grass, slowly yet surely covering up the green.

It’ll be a snow day tomorr- er, later today.

But for now? It’s just quiet. A quiet that only a good night-snow creates. Cars rarely fill up the roads, it’s too early for the plows to be out, and it almost seems as though everyone else in the world is peacefully asleep.

Except you.

“MY LOVE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE IN JUST YOUR PAJAMAS?” You hear your ‘mate’s voice call as the back door creaks open.

And Wine, apparently.

“Just watching the snow.” You answer softly, exhaustion creeping into your voice.

You turn your head to peek at him over your shoulder, to find him approaching you with a blanket. He drapes it over your shoulders, effectively covering most of your body, besides your feet. It doesn’t take him long to notice that, either, because just as he settles in, hugging you from behind, he lets out a small gasp and pauses in the kiss he was about to leave on your shoulder.

“STARS! NO SHOES EITHER? ARE YOU TRYING TO GET SICK?” He chastises, adjusting his hold so that he can instead scoop you off of your feet - holding you in a “princess” style. Once there, he uses his blue magic to tuck your toes under the blanket and cocoon you in. “THERE.” He smiles, satisfied with his work, only to falter when he meets your tired gaze.

“… WHAT’S GOING ON?”

That’s all it takes for your lip to start quivering, and your eyes to well up with tears.

“Oh Dear, Let’s Get You Inside, Hm?” You just bury your face into his chest to avoid answering.

You hate crying.

Shaking, whether from the cold or from the pure exhaustion you’re experiencing, you’re not entirely sure. Nor do you really care.

Wine squeezes you close to him, opening the door with his magic, and closing it behind him. You hadn’t realized just how cold you were until the warm air from your heated home engulfs you.

He doesn’t take you all the way to bed, like you were expecting him to. Instead, he beelines to the living room, carefully sitting on the couch, cradling you in his lap. You just let him adjust your body, too tired to bring your face from its hiding spot. His carefully manicured claws move to stroke your hair, and you feel his worried him reverberate through his ribcage from where your face his pressed against him.

He doesn’t push, or prod, or rush you, he simply lets you release a little bit of that stress into the embrace - and it doesn’t take long for your tears to slow to a stop.

Even crying seems to take up too much energy.

You risk peeking up at your ‘mate… only to find those knowing lights of his trained on your face.

There’s no hiding from Wine. Stars knows you’ve tried.

“IS THIS ABOUT YOUR DOG?”

“… kinda.”

“THE HARDEST PART IS OVER. HE’S OKAY. YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S NOT OKAY. DON’T THINK I HAVEN’T NOTICED HOW YOU’VE BEEN SLIPPING AWAY FROM BED AFTER YOU THINK I’VE FALLEN ASLEEP.”

Busted.

“I-I just didn’t want to wake you. Just because I can’t sleep doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”

“I BEG TO DIFFER, WE BOTH KNOW THAT I RUN JUST FINE ON A FEW HOURS OF SLEEP. YOU, HOWEVER, BECOME A WALKING ZOMBIE.”

You scoff.

“I do not.”

He deadpans.

“BUN, WHY ELSE WOULD I FIND YOU HALF NAKED OUTSIDE IN THE SNOW?”

“… I don’t find you funny.”

“THAT LITTLE SMILE YOU’RE TRYING TO HIDE SAYS OTHERWISE.”

“Wipe that smirk off your face.”

“NEVER.”

You grumble, knowing you’ve ‘lost’ this round. He is right, though, you can’t keep having sleepless nights… it’s really getting to you.

“WHY IS THIS HINDERING YOUR SLEEP? I KNOW YOU’RE WORRIED, BUT-”

“What if I wake up and he’s gone?” You interrupt, causing his jaw to click shut as his sockets widen ever so slightly. “A-and I would’ve had the chance to help but I was fucking sleeping, and he was just alone in the end?”

Oh, well, hello tears, nice of you to make another appearance.

“Oh, My Love… I Hadn’t Realized This Was Getting To You That Much. I Am So Sorry I Assumed You Were Okay.”

“‘s fine.” You croak, wiping at your face.

“It’s Not, Though, I Did Exactly What Those Assholes Used To Do To You.”

You bite your lip to hold back a rising sob, taking a deep breath, instead. Your next words need to be spoken with certainty, not shakiness.

“You’re not them. You couldn’t be, even if you tried. Despite not being a big fan of dogs, you’ve been loads more supportive than they ever were.”

“I Appreciate That, But I Should’ve Been More Mindful, I’m Sorry.”

In lieu of answering, you just reach up to flick his nasal cavity, causing him to scrunch his face up a bit.

“Stop apologizing for something that isn’t your fault.”

“OKAY, OKAY.” He cracks a smile at you. “BUT, YOU KNOW… YOU ARE SAFE TO SLEEP.”

“B-but-”

“HE’S OKAY. HE’S JUST RECOVERING AND HE NEEDS TIME. AND SLEEP. JUST LIKE YOU, BUN.”

“Okay, b-”

“AND, WE HAVE THE WORLD’S BEST ALARM SYSTEM, ON THE VERY UNLIKELY CHANCE SOMETHING DOES HAPPEN - HIS SISTER WON’T LET HIM MAKE A PEEP OF STRUGGLE WITHOUT ALERTING THE WHOLE HOUSE.”

You snort.

“… I guess you’re right.”

“I THINK YOU WILL FIND THAT I USUALLY AM.”

“Okay, mister, tone it down.”

“ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE SO TIRED.”

“Lucky me.”

He just chuckles at your grumpiness, leaning down to press a skele-kiss to your temple. You can’t help but lean into the affection.

“MAY I BRING YOU BACK TO BED?”

“Are you coming on to me right now?” You tease, earning you a roll of his eye-lights. Your giggle turns into a squeak when he pinches your bum and all but tosses you over his shoulder as he stands up.

“ALWAYS, BUT WE BOTH KNOW YOU DON’T HAVE THAT ENERGY RIGHT NOW, SO HUSH UP.”

“Ppppprrt.” You blow a raspberry in response.

“MATURE.”

Your cackling takes on a little bit of a hysterical form, but it feels good to be laughing.

It’ll be okay.

#this was very self indulgent #comfort for myself haha so sorry if this reads weird #the issue is sorta vague on purpose but yeah #just needed some comfort after this week #and nothing is more comforting than Wine logicing your illogical fears away #… anywaysssssss #I need sleep #also the pacing is pissing me off but I blame the afformentioned sleepiness #yucky yaks #yucky writes #undertale #fellswap gold #fsg sans #wine #fsg sans x reader

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starlitangels · 6 months

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Mundanely Magic

Winter is coming, y'all. I get (rather famously in my family) really noticeably down in the winter. I'm trying, this year, to actually enjoy it. Complain less about the snow and the cold and how early the darkness arrives. So I wrote this to try and remind myself that there are good parts of winter too 1.4k words

This could also be considered a quasi-sequel to Meeting the Family

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"What do you miss?" Avior asked. We sat on the edge of the First Circle's cliff, looking down into the pit. Winds buffeted us on either side. I was trying to imagine the firelight spread out by the smoke was a sunset.

"Well, right now in this heat, I miss the place where I grew up," I said. Avior leaned back on his hands and gave me a curious look. "I'm not from Dahlia. I moved there to go to the academy. The night we ended up here... back home it would be cold and there would probably be snow on the ground. Dahlia's winters are too mild for that. But right now, I'm missing sitting in the bay window at the front of my parents' house, looking out at a gentle snowfall on a weekend. A mug of hot chocolate in my hand. Snow... sometimes suppresses sound. Some snowfalls after dark render the world so quiet. It's peaceful."

Avior stared into the middle distance. "Tell me about it? I've experienced snow, but not like that."

I took a deep breath and sighed. "When it's a quiet night snowfall, the snow sometimes reflects and disperses the light of street lamps and other artificial light. So it's not dark. The effect is called snowglow or skyglow. There's something mundanely magic about watching a fresh blanket of white cover everything. One time, we'd had a fresh snowfall overnight. When my mom drove me to school the next morning, the headlights of the car glittered off the undisturbed snow on the road like it was covered in diamonds.

"As winter progresses, the snow close to the road tends to get covered in the dirty water kicked up by car tires. Then it gets all grey and black and icky. Even the ten-foot-high piles of it in grocery store parking lots that are put there to try to clear the lot. But there's nothing like watching it come down fresh and pure and white and quiet on a night when you can just stay and watch through a window with a cozy blanket and a warm mug. Maybe some soft music playing in the background. Maybe someone putting up MoonBound solstice decorations in the other room.

"A lot of my neighbors growing up celebrated Christmas. Not all of them, but a lot. And they'd have Christmas lights strung up on the outside of their houses. And in those lights, you could see these big, fat, white snowflakes drifting slow and easy from the under-lit clouds hanging low in the sky.

"Sometimes snow falls fast and heavy and builds up on surfaces quickly. You look away to make lunch and the picnic table in the backyard went from an inch of snow to six.

"But the nights when it's falling slow and lazy... if you open the window you can hear the quiet chorus of each heavy flake joining its fellows on the surface of the world. It can be difficult to hear, but if you know what to listen for, it is audible.

"Couple all that with a nice mug of hot chocolate... maybe with a little bit of caramel... it's amazing."

Avior sighed. "It sounds beautiful," he said wistfully.

I nodded. "Maybe one day, when we get out of here, you can rift somewhere cold and experience it."

He leaned and nudged me in the shoulder with his arm. "I don't think I should. Because I'd need to bring my snow expert with me."

I laughed and shook my head. "You'd be fine. The only thing that's dangerous is driving in snow if you don't know how. You'd be totally fine on your own."

Avior met my gaze. "I'm serious. I'd rather take you with me. Someone familiar with the environment and whom I am familiar with..." His Adam's Apple bobbed. "You're my friend."

I pursed my lips in a half-smile. "Thanks, Avior. I... appreciate it."

He took a deep breath. "I wish I could make us both a peaceful snowfall. Unfortunately, I don't think even magic snow could survive the heat of this Hell."

I stared at the firelight I was pretending was a sunset. "Yeah, I doubt it. But it's okay. We'll find a way to get out of here, and then one day you can see it for real. With... with me." I cleared my throat and scratched the back of my head.

He hummed softly. "I'd like that," he said.

"Me... me too." I found myself believing that.

We'd been here for a month. Testy around one another. Suspicious. Guarded. Lowering our walls and our guards slowly. Settling into an uneasy truce. A tentative alliance, almost. This companionable, easy conversation was one of the first of its kind here.

I patted his shoulder. "One day, Avior. I promise."

He grinned. "I'm holding you to that."

"I believe you."

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Three "Years" Later...

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"Here you go," I said, handing the mug to Avior. He took it. I sat next to him in the bay window at my parents' house, looking out. He kissed the side of my head.

"Thank you, starlight," he said quietly.

Through the wall that separated the formal living room from the kitchen and casual living room—that we'd always called the family room—I could hear my mom playing quiet music, singing along as she hung the MoonBound solstice streamers. Long strings with silver crescent moons and stars hanging off them. My dad, being the only Sonal Energetic in a family of Freelancers, was the reason we tended to celebrate the MoonBound solstice more than the SunBound.

The reason I'd brought Avior home with me.

He took a sip, not seeming to notice that the hot chocolate was still hot enough to burn. I glanced over at him. In the reflection of his gold eyes, I could see the snow falling.

I leaned against his side and went back to watching the snow falling. He wrapped an arm around me. The bay window in the formal living room was barely big enough for two adults—especially when one was a demon, since demons tended to be taller than humans. But it was cozy to snuggle together.

The snowfall was the way I'd described it to him, all that time ago in Hell. Fat, slow flakes drifting lazily toward the ground. Light bouncing off the clouds and snow despite the sun going down hours ago. Rendering the world dimly lit. My parents' street was slowly turning white as the blanket built up on everything. The trashcans near the house already had little flat, white hats on top of the lids.

Avior peeked over his shoulder toward the archway that led back to where my mom was decorating. He smiled. "I'm glad I came with you."

"Just to see the snow? Or meet my family? Or...?" I tilted my head, trailing off the question as a prompt.

"All the above," Avior said. "I've never seen snow like this."

I smiled and leaned forward, unlocking the window latch. "Listen to it. So quiet you can hear the whispering of the flakes falling."

"Starlight, you'll let the heat out," he chided in a whisper.

"I'm only opening it for a few seconds." I pulled. The window released and slid on its track to one side. Avior immediately tilted his head so his ear was closest to the outside, eyebrows scrunched.

Before raising as a surprised smile replaced the curiosity. His gold eyes glittered in the reflection of the neighbor's Christmas lights and the obnoxiously orange streetlight a few houses down. His hand found mine and squeezed tight. "This is..." He shook his head. "I don't even know how to describe it."

I grinned and shut the window. "Mundanely magic?" I suggested.

His gaze met mine. "Exactly. That's what you said the first time you told me about this, right?"

I nodded. "Yep."

"What a perfect way to say it."

Through the archway, a loud beep almost made me leap. I took a large swig of my hot chocolate—burning my tongue—and handed my mug to Avior.

Right as my mom called my name. "Will you get the cookies out of the oven?"

"On it!" I replied, already moving toward the kitchen.

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Tag list: @pinksparkl

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Avior #Redacted Starlight #Redacted Audio #Starlit Fic

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thewritersaddictions · 5 months

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Day Fourteen: Steve Rogers + Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Christmas morning was beautiful. Snow glistens on the ground outside. Making all of New York look like a snow globe. Your winter pajamas that were just a bit too big for you hung loosely on your frame. Dragging pants legs as you walked and your arms rolled up to your wrists so you could actually use your hands.

The smell of coffee and fresh cinnamon rolls filled the air when you left your shared bedroom with Steve. The hunk of a man was standing in your kitchen shirtless, wearing only his sweatpants. That's what he gets for being a super soldier. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your cheek into his warm back.

The sound of sizzles caught your attention as you looked over Steves's shoulder to see that he was cooking up eggs and toast popped from the toaster oven. The first words to be spoken were the exact words you heard every morning. "Your coffee is over there," Steve said warmly as he nudged his head toward your steaming cup.

"The parade is already on the TV if you wanna get comfy while I finish breakfast." You hummed as you brought the cup of coffee to your lips, took a deep breath, and sipped the hot liquid.

Once more, you move towards the living room with your pants dragging against the floor, and when you make it to the couch, you tuck your heels under your butt and get comfy as you bump up the volume to the tv before the parade starts.

Steve was there in just a jiffy. Handling two plates filled with eggs, bacon, and toast alongside a cinnamon roll. Your mouth watered at the smell immediately, and you dug in before getting the entire plate in your lap.

The parade started, and you watched with glee as you did each year. Even though you could simply look out your window and see the massive balloons dance on the ground. You'd rather watch it on the TV. A tradition you'd been participating in since you were a little kid.

By the time the parade was over, the sun was high in the sky, and the two of you were still not out of your night clothes. "Should we open gifts now?" Steve asks as he returns from the kitchen to drop off the dirty dishes. Your thoughts for a moment. You had gotten Steve a few things. Living in a New York apartment meant no lawn to take care of, but it did mean that your boyfriend was a builder. He loved putting together stuff and needed a new toolset for his motorcycle sitting in the parking deck below you.

"I think so. We should definitely do it before we have to leave for Stark's party." You say, wadding yourself up in the comfy and warm blanket. The snow starts to fall again, setting a most beautiful backdrop to the afternoon of Christmas. The wrapping paper litters the floor as you get deeper under the tree. Jewlery had been Steve's thing for you this year. A matching necklace to go with your matching earrings. A new set of pajamas. He had laughed when you pulled them out of the box. "A pair that will actually fit you love." He teased.

"So there's just one more gift for the both of us." You muttered as you pulled out a box with your name on it and a box with his name on it. Both names are written in perfect, pristine cursive. "I want to open mine first." Steve rushed to say, "Of course!" This is the one you were waiting for. "I'm sure you're going to like it." You mutter as you watch him tear through the wrapping paper.

"My…" You can hear the hitch in Steve's voice for a moment. You stay silent with a warm smile on your face. "You found my dog tags?" He asks, looking up at you from his position on the floor. "Well, I didn't find them, but Bucky did. Said they had been stashed away in his belongings. Guess he kept them on him all those years." The smile grew on Steve's face as he crawled over to you, hugging you around your waist. You rubbed his hair gently and whispered 'I love yous' into his hair.

It took a moment for the heated moment to die before Steve pushed your gift into your lap. He stayed right there. You pulled back the wrapping paper. Letting you see a small brown box. "This better now be a box in a box." You tease. Steve only shakes his head as he plays with the dog tags in his plan.

It took you a moment to open the box without a proper pair of scissors or a box cutter. And Steve watched with ease. When you pulled the little box out, your heart started to race, and your vision became blurry. When you opened it, you froze.

A diamond ring set with smaller diamonds around it. The tears flew freely down your cheeks, and when you looked up at your boyfriend, he was standing on one knee. "This is a little unconventional, but I hope you say yes. Will you marry me?" You dropped the box onto the couch and jumped into his arms. Kissing his frantically. Muttering quiet 'yes' over and over again into his face,

"Good." His lips are on yours, and it feels like life is breathed into you. "Now put it on my hand." You say, jutting your hand out into his face. He quickly grabs the box as you pluck the rings from the box and slips it onto your finger with even more ease.

"It looks beautiful." You say to him and yourself as you look down at your left hand. "of course it does. It's as beautiful as it's weary." Steve says before grabbing your face and bringing you down for another passionate kiss.

"Aren't you glad you didn't wait till after Starks party!" Steve teases. "Oh, you're damn right. I'm glad I didn't wait. The girls are going to scream when they find out." Still staring down at the sparkling diamond on your hand.

Completed on: 11/22/23

Posted on: 12/14/23

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Marvel Master List // The Old Master List // Christmas Stories Master List

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idolish7imagines · 5 months

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hi! is it okay if i request nagi x reader scenario where they're cuddling for warmth? or maybe just nagi with a s/o who gets cold easily?

Rokuya Nagi x Reader :: Warmth

A\n: i hope this is what you wanted anon!

You never were good with cold weather. From childhood all the way up until now.

Even being out in the chilly, windy weather of winter or fall for just a few seconds would leave your teeth chattering and scrambling to get to the next indoor area with heat.

This doesn't do you any favors when you're waiting for your boyfriend to finish a shoot in an area with snow. He'd already notified you of this and in an attempt to be prepared, you put on your heaviest coat, paired with a sweater, scarf, mittens and hat (most of which were actually presents from him)

For a second you swore you could still see your breath even with your face mostly hidden beneath the scarf around your neck.

Trying not to get in the way of the filming crew, you stayed in the back for now, sitting on an outside bench trying to warm up. They give you a few strange, but quickly fleeting looks as they pass by hauling equipment with them.

You were praying they would wrap up soon or else you'd surely be an icicle by the time your boyfriend would get the chance to look at you again.

Eventually, like a shining light to save you, you can see Nagi and the other i7 members coming back from the site they were filming at a little ways away from where you and the remaining crew were.

Nagi's lips form into a small 'o' shape before immediately coming over to you and gently placing his gloved hands on your arms, standing in front of you. The distance between your bodies are closed as he pulls your torsos together into something resembling a hug.

"Sorry for making you wait so long, my love." His vivid blue eyes peer down at yours.

"Its okay.." You smile, even though it isn't visible under your scarf.

Somehow it seems like he can still tell you are though, probably through the slight change in your eyes, and gives a soft smile back.

"Tsumugi will be here soon to pick us up, I will keep you warm until then. You don't mind being this close to me, do you?" There's a slight playfulness to his tone as he leans his face close to you, noses almost touching. You can see his breath too.

"Never." Your smile widens.

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Nagi wishes there were some sort of fireplace the two of you could sit in front of with hot cocoa, but realistically a fireplace being in a dorm as chaotic as the i7 group could get would probably cause more harm than good.

So for now you'd have to settle for just cuddling on the living room couch with cocoa.

You were probably a little too wrapped up in several covers and blankets, that added with still wearing the scarf you had on earlier. Nagi had piled them all onto you in order for you to warm up as fast as possible, but if you don't start peeling off layers soon the good kind of heat might turn into the bad, stuffy kind.

The heater was also on for all of their sakes after filming in such cold weather. Fortunately most of the other members were in their rooms or planning to head back out soon...except for Sogo on the couch across from the two of you but he's quiet enough to be able to pretend its just you and your boyfriend.

Magical Cocona was playing on the TV but it was at a low volume so you were only half paying attention to it.

You could tell Nagi was fighting sleep trying to watch it, but his head kept lulling against yours.

"Tired?" You ask in a small voice, looking up at him. It wasn't hard to believe since he'd been working the majority of the day.

"No..I have to fight it.." He whines, sounding like he's talking more to himself than you.

A chuckle escapes you, leaning more against him and sharing your cover.

"Are you alright now, darling?" He lifts his sleepy eyelids to look at you. Somehow even when sleepy he still looked beautiful, his blonde locks a little unkempt than usual, strands falling over his eyes.

"Mhm. Now that i'm here and comfortable with you."

"Don't say such heart stopping things while I'm on the brink of collapse.." He mutters, earning another laugh from you. "I'm glad. I am still sorry you had to wait in the cold."

"Its not your fault." You slowly lean upwards to press a kiss to his temple.

"I fear you would die if I brought you to Northmeir.."

This time you stare with half-lidded eyes. You can't tell if he's more dramatic when he's tired or normal.

"I won't deny it would be rough. But I still want to go..maybe not in winter though."

"You would brave the cold weather for me? I just told you not to say romantic things when I can't respond properly.." He has a small smile on his face, looking at you fondly.

"Get some rest then so you can." You pat his cheek, before yawning. "I'm going to sleep too.."

"Alright. Sweet dreams, my (Y/N)." Your boyfriend's voice is close to a whisper, and you can tell he's going to be asleep in less than 10 seconds.

"Sweet dreams, Nagi."

#idolish7 #idolish7 x reader #ainana #idolish7 headcanons #idolish seven #i7 #rokuya nagi x reader #nagi rokuya x reader #rokuya nagi

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candydandy-blog1 · 1 year

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Fluffuary Day 1: Watch the Snow

A fluffy February writing challenge I made up for myself, because I really need to practice writing stuff 1.) everyday, and 2.) that isn’t just horror. So enjoy reading about watching the snowfall with Ford. Also, yeah, I know this is a day late on here, but let’s just ignore that.

First person pov, no y/n, no use of any names except for Ford so this can be a reader insert, reader likes the snow like a weirdo

Word count: 579

Wind blew across the Oregon forest and accompanied the falling snow through the countless branches and trees. White began to cover the ground and various plants as snow accumulated more and more, until eventually the fallen leaves and twigs could no longer be seen on the forest floor. A calm, comforting silence landed and settled around the wooden cabin; due to the harsh cold, many of the strange creatures that usually stirred chaos for many people now laid dormant and seeked warmth rather than mischief.

I, however, proved to be an outlier in that statement, as evidenced by me sitting outside on the couch on the back porch and watching the snowfall. Warmth seeped through my coffee cup and heated my hands, while the blanket draped over my shoulders protected my arms and torso. Combined with my sweater and jacket, the cold had no hope of reaching me, though it certainly did make a heroic effort.

Creaking echoed throughout the house, from the back all the way to the door next to me. “There you are,” said Ford after he opened it, “I’ve been wondering where you were.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry,” I said.

“It’s quite alright.” He closed the door behind him as he made his way to sit down. Despite how much the wood creaked and whined under his shifting weight, the steps themselves were barely audible, and the same went for when he sat next to me. “But why are you out here? It’s freezing.”

“I like to come outside and watch the snow fall when I can. There’s just something so calming about it. It helps clear my head.”

“I suppose I can understand that.”

He inched closer until our shoulders met, allowing me to drop some of my weight and rest my head on him. Soon he settled his own head on the top of mine. His stubble scratched my forehead slightly with the sweet display, but I said nothing in case he would opt to end the entire moment.

After a few moments of peaceful bliss, shivers coursed through his body and broke my attention to the view in front of us. Fabric rustled as I wrapped part of the blanket over his shoulders, too, and brought us even closer. Soon the warmth from Ford's body raised the temperature in the blanket to an almost uncomfortable level. Despite how he complained about the cold, the man was a living furnace that instantly warmed anything he touched or wore. His arm reached across my back to hold me, hand rested just at the top of my hip.

The once fat flakes of snow turned to smaller flecks while the wind grew in strength, whipping my hair around at random. Branches rustled more intensely around us as the weather turned for the worse and threatened to rip the blanket from us.

“I think it’s time we went back inside, now,” said Ford.

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” The well insulated cabin welcomed us back in with a sudden slap of heat, making me realize just how cold my cheeks and nose had gotten. “Want me to make you some coffee to warm up?”

That signature goofy grin of his stretched across his face while he answered. “I would like that a lot, thank you.”

I wrapped my arm around his back to pull him in for a peck on the lips, then looked up into his eyes. “No problem, babe.”

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Thanks for reading this, any and all constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated :) See yall tomorrow!

#Gravity falls #ford pines x reader #ford pines #fluff #fanfic #i'm sure there are other things I should tag this #but i don't know what

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phanfictioncatalogue · 7 months

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Cold Weather Masterlist

A Cold Winter Night (ao3) - Candy_Kittens

Summary: It’s a cold winter night with Dan and Phil.

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Bogies, blankets, and Bilbo Baggins (ao3) - ThePinkFizz

Summary: During a particularly frigid spell in January, Dan and Phil both wake to find that they've both inherited some kind of flu. Now, Dan is grumpier than ever and Phil just wants someone to make him tea. Can they both muddle through the sickness and take care of each other?

coldest winter (ao3) - lilactreesinwinter

Summary: The door swung open and Dan stumbled through. From night into day, from coldest winter into most tropical summer. His exposed fingers and cheeks immediately began to thaw painfully, and he started sweating under his layers as he blinked his eyes against the lights. He squinted and saw someone stood against the counter at the back of the shop, looking up at him from where they had been perusing their phone.

Fireplace Cuddles - jilliancares

Summary: Dan likes to join Phil in front of the fireplace on cold winter mornings, and they’re obviously only cuddling to conserve body heat.

First Snowfall (ao3) - Yiffandquiff (paradisobound)

Summary: Dan is a neko who has never seen snow before. The initial wetness and cold feeling of the snow leave him scared but Phil soon shows him how fun snow can actually be.

Frosty Mornings and Belated Realizations (ao3) - 500shadesofblue

Summary: They were beautiful together, in a way, with their matching haircuts and taste in music and love for each other. They slotted together like puzzle pieces. Dan of course, fucked it all up, like he did (and does) everything else.

Hardly Noticeable (ao3) - skittles106

Summary: Of course Dan and Phil cuddle and share blankets when they watch movies. Why wouldn't they? Obviously its totally normal for 2 men to be cuddling. They are totally not in love with each other but haven't told each other and their friends COMPLETELY don't suspect anything.

Keeping Warm (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan is always cold, especially when their car breaks down in the middle of winter.

Midnight Milkshakes (ao3) - thelandofphan

Summary: "Well, this is a different first date," Dan initiated as they began to follow the sodden pathway ahead, "I turned up late, looking like a tramp then we ditched the original plan and now I've stolen your beanie when we've only just met. Sorry." He concluded, sucking his lip nervously, peering towards Phil.

Phil's Hoodie (ao3) - cuddly_punk

Summary: Dan forgets his jacket on a cold day where he and Phil go OUTSIDE! and Phil gives him his jacket to keep him from freezing his butt off

Singing in the Rain (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil loves the rain. Dan doesn't.

Snow - fiction-phan

Summary: “You’re my new neighbour and we’ve never spoken but you saw me shovelling snow all day and I guess it must be pretty obvious how cold I am because you brought me a jacket and hot cocoa.“

Snow Fights and Warm Cuddles (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Phil was just trying to take a selfie in the snow, it really just escalated from there.

Phil playfully locks Dan outside in the cold, resulting in him cuddling Dan to warm his grumpy little butt back up.

When the Weather Breaks (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Sitting across from Phil on that worn out velvet Starbucks sofa, sharing sickeningly sweet coffees and what they would like to think were hushed giggles, was the first time Dan felt a glimpse at what real love could feel like.

or Perception checks, pining, and peppermint mochas.

Winter Wonderland (ao3) - drxpdead

Summary: It’s really fucking cold, and Dan is agitated already because all the shops are closed. He meets Phil, a complete stranger who asked him for directions because he wants to see some Christmas lights.

Wish For Snow - manchestereyes

Summary:It’s February. There’s snow. There’s Dan and Phil.

You Make Me Smile - cozyfoxy

Summary: Dan gets into a big fight with his parents and runs out of the house without thinking. He’s now outside in only a t-shirt and shorts in cold, rainy England alone. That is until, he runs into someone that he never expected to see.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #weather #coldweather #coldweather masterlist #winter

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whoreiaki-kakyoin · 3 years

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“Were you just masturbating?” WITH JOSUKE OHMYGOD - @jays-sinful-ink

Jay, my angel! Ok FIRST, I need you to know that the notification I got for this ask was just "were you just masturba—“ and I had the fear of GOD put into me like who is this what is this ask LMAO... I wheezed when I realized skjdghkjhf

Second, this prompt with Josuke was an enlightened choice. Hope you like!!

"C'mon, c'mon..... ah, shit!" You groan as your character's health bar drains, signaling the end of the match.

"Ha! Sorry, babe, I beat you fair and square." Josuke leans down to press a kiss to your forehead before giving you a little smirk. "A deal is a deal."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." You roll your eyes at him fondly, but you can't bite back your smile. It was a frigid day, snow on the ground outside, and even in the house, you were both chilly. You and Josuke were curled up together playing video games, but somewhere along the way, you both decided that some hot cocoa might be the perfect thing to warm you both up.

The only problem, of course, was who would have to get up and actually make the drinks— you were half laying on your boyfriend, the two of you bundled under the same blanket, and you were almost too cozy to leave.

Of course, you did the only reasonable thing: whoever lost the next round had to go make cocoa. Josuke smiles sweetly at you as you unwrap yourself from the blanket, getting up and stretching.

"Hurry back, I wanna kick your ass again."

"Is that so?" You raise your eyebrows at him. "When I get back, I think you'll be the one getting your ass kicked." You can't help but giggle at your boyfriend's bravado as you head to the kitchen. In all honesty, you found it endearing.

You hum softly to yourself as you gather the necessary supplies— milk, cocoa powder, sugar, marshmallows... You set the pot on the stove and pull Josuke's favorite mug and yours from the cabinet with a smile. It's peaceful enough, waiting for the ingredients to heat as you watch the snow fall outside the window. Once the cocoa is ready, you fill two steaming mugs and head back towards the living room.

"All right, cocoa's done!" you call down the hall. To your surprise, you hear what sounds faintly like panting, followed by some shuffling noises.

"Ah! Ah, that's— great, babe!" Was it your imagination, or did he sound out of breath?

“Josuke?” You pad back in to see your boyfriend bundled up under the blanket like before, his face now flushed red. “Everything okay?”

“Uh… y-yeah, hi babe! Missed you!”

“Pfff. Dork. I wasn’t gone that long.”

"Still." He fidgets as you watch, your eyes flicking slowly up and down his body.

"Josuke?"

"Yeah?" You raise your eyebrows at him, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"Were you just masturbating?" His eyes widen, and aha. You know you've caught him red-handed.

"What? N...no, of course not, I—"

"It's not nice to lie, babe."

"I... I'm not!"

"Mm." You set down the mugs on the table before striding over to your boyfriend. "So, if that's the case, if I lift up this blanket, you totally won't be hard, then, right?"

"R... Right!" he squeaks out, but he tenses as you teasingly start to lift back the edge of the blanket.

"Oh? What's the matter, Jojo? You're squirming an awful lot for someone who wasn't just jerking off."

"Uh..." he rubs nervously at the back of his neck with a chuckle.

"Unless," you continue, lowering yourself to sit on his lap, covered by the blanket. You smirk inwardly at the way his breath hitches. "You do have something I can help you out with." You wiggle teasingly against him, feeling something hard and familiar underneath you.

"F...fuck, all right, yeah, just stop teasing!" Josuke whines.

"Was that so hard?" He blushes even redder.

"I just felt bad... I like spending time with you for stuff that's not sex, like I never want you to think that's all I want, but, god, you just feel so good when you're all pressed up against me, and you're so pretty.... I got all worked up."

“Baby…” you fold back the blanket to straddle Josuke, his bulge clearly visible through his sweatpants. You groan a bit at the sight. “Mm…” you rock your hips slowly down into his, sighing as you grind against him. “You never have to feel embarrassed for getting turned on. I think it’s sweet.”

“Yeah?” His hands settle on your hips, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt to knead at the soft skin as he tightens his grip. “You’re just so sexy, it drives me crazy.” His hands guide your hips against yours, and he ruts up into you insistently as he kisses you hard. You moan into his mouth, hands settling on his shoulders as his tongue slides against yours.

"Ah, shit... Babe, I need you," he breathes against your lips. His hands find the hem of your shirt and you sigh as he pulls it over your head before trailing light touches down your sides, causing you to shiver. You tug off your leggings and underwear, and Josuke groans at the wet patch glistening on your panties. He pulls out his cock, stroking it lazily before tugging you closer again. "God, I love how wet you get for me." You whimper softly as he rocks his hips again, his erection brushing against your wet pussy. He steadies you as you lower yourself slowly onto his cock, tipping your head back with a whine at the sudden stretch. After a few moments, Josuke rests his forehead against yours.

"You okay?"

"Mmhmm... N...need to start moving," you murmur, and he nods, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before he rests his hands on your hips again, guiding you to move with him as he thrusts into you slowly.

"Fuck, baby, you feel good... you're so tight, god..."

"Ah, mmm, Josuke... Just like that, please. A... a little faster, nnf—“ Your hands clutch at the soft hair at the nape of your boyfriend's neck, and he sucks and bites his way down your neck, swearing under his breath at the moans and whimpers falling from your lips.

"Josuke, I'm... I'm so close, fuck, please, please..." Josuke's grip on you tightens, and he snaps his hips up to fuck into you harder and deeper as you near your climax. Heat pools in your stomach as Josuke's cock batters your sweet spot, and you clench around him as you cum with a gasp and a cry of "J-Josuke!"

Josuke groans as you tighten around him, rocking his hips as you ride out your orgasm before, with one last, deep thrust, he shoots his warm release inside you.

You both lay there panting for a few moments as you come down from your high. Eventually, Josuke sighs softly.

"That was.... Ah, wow, babe," he breathes. You giggle.

"Mmm." You nuzzle your nose against his. "Yeah, it was." He strokes over your hair fondly, holding you close.

"C'mon. Let's go get cleaned up, then cuddles and cocoa in bed?" You kiss him softly before giving him a bright smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

#um. let's just assume the cocoa was very hot and needed this time to cool. It is now perfectly drinkable I promise :)#requested writing #jays sinful ink #jjba smut #osha keep scrolling #laur's writing #josuke x reader #josuke 🖋✨

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thesafecafe · 2 years

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Ateez: Taking care of their girlfriend after she gets caught in the rain

Anon Request: "Happy new year! Can I please request Ateez where their girlfriend comes home after getting caught and soaked in a rain/snowstorm and he spends the rest of the evening taking care of her/getting her warm again? Feeling really cozy and seasonal haha ^_^ thank you!"

Fluff, implied sickness, medicine, she/her pronouns, the boys are exceptionally sweet in this, just so much teeth rotting, sugary fluff, no gifs this time, enjoy! (this is so late rhfdsj)

Seonghwa:

makes you a warm bowl of soup and puts a pack of saltine crackers with it

He makes sure you’re bundled up warmly, and takes your temperature before spoon feeding you

probably fusses at you for not staying inside during such terrible weather

will cuddle with you on the couch after cooking a meal for the both of you, cradling you into his chest

wouldn’t mind your protests about getting sick, as long as you were warm

makes sure to carry you to bed after giving you your medicine

“Good night princess.”

Hongjoong:

when you came through the door, shivering and fidgeting, Hongjoong knew it would be a long night

would immediately bring you towels, and make you get out of your wet clothes

brings you his t-shirt fresh out of the dryer before running you a warm bath, and turning on the heater in the house

gently washes your hair for you and makes sure you’re not catching a cold

“My poor baby, you must have been so cold. I’ll make it all better.”

Towels you off and put you in fluffy pajamas.

Watches movies and eats takeout with you for the evening

Yunho:

Yunho to the rescue! He knew you were coming home from work late and he saw the storm break loose

he immediately went to work, having already prepared/ordered dinner

the heat was on, and he laid out your pajamas, slippers, and a scarf

holds the door open as soon as you pull into the driveway, making sure you get in safely

he helps you into your pajamas, before ushering you into your shared bedroom

there you find he has laid out dinner for the both of you, along with a makeshift fort on top of your bed

“Welcome to casa Jeong, my lady”

Yeosang:

so sweet and caring

takes you into his arms, worrying over you and towel drying your hair

if you had the sniffles, he’d pat your head, and get you tissues after you changed

Would snuggle under the blankets with you to help warm you up, even if the heater was on

made sure you had food to eat, and will probably feed you like Seonghwa

“My little baby girl, out there all alone in the cold. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

You fall asleep in his arms, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

San:

worried the most out of all the members

immediately rushes outside when you arrive, pulling you safely inside and out of the cold

makes sure you warm up in front of the fireplace

makes you hot chocolate, and makes sure to give you cold medicine just in case

you both sit in front of the fire, listening to it crackle as the storm rages outside

You both decide to watch Frozen, since it’s snowing so hard

“Elsa must be upset tonight, eh?”

Mingi:

concerned boy calls you before you reach home

but he called you too late, and you’re already down the street

He makes sure to turn on the heat, and make you some warm tea

If you come in, and he can tell you’re about to come down with a cold, he’s calling his mom

You hear him clumsily following his mom’s instructions in the kitchen

He tries to be quiet so as not to disturb you, but you hear his frantic whispers to his mom “I don’t have pepper!”

Once he finally gets everything together, he sits with you, making sure you’re taken care of.

Wooyoung:

fussing and scolding you for not waiting on him to pick you up from work

he’d calm down though, wanting to make sure you get properly dried off and warm

the last thing he needs is a sick girlfriend right now, because who else will try his food?

he makes sure you’ve showered and changed into proper pajamas

aka a whole sweat suit for extra measure

he sees you struggling, so he helps you to dry your hair

“Don’t worry me like that anymore, okay? Let’s get you to bed.”

Jongho:

he is probably the most levelheaded

Jongho gives off the “wise old grandpa knowledge to me, so he’d know what to do

he’d have the heat going, the food on the table, and warm drinks were ready

he had his mom’s soup recipe on deck in case of rain-induced sickness

“Don’t worry honey, you’re gonna be just fine.”

sits with you and rubs your back as he read a book

sings you to sleep and covers you both with a blanket

#ateez x reader #ateez requests #ateez fluff #ateez oneshot #ateez yunho #song mingi #kang yeosang #choi san #choi jongho #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jung wooyoung #jeong yunho #kpop ambw #kpop fluff #ateez mingi #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez

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strawberrymilkgeorge · 3 years

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sweaters, breakfast, and a cold north carolina apartment

pairing: irl karl jacobs x gn reader warnings: rpf pronouns: not used word count: 1.4k (ish) summary: sleeping over at karl’s apartment was fun! except he keeps his air way too cold... at least you have his sweaters and his cooking and him to warm you up

note: this is a fic for @dreamcatcherrs 5k event!! congrats again stella!!!! the prompt I had was “I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

One of the most exciting things about the beginning of relationships was firsts. First date, first kiss, first time confessing your love for your partner… the list goes on. You were visiting your boyfriend in North Carolina and it was all exciting, but you quickly learned not every part of “firsts” was enjoyable. The first time sleeping at Karl’s apartment? Well, the weather could make it almost miserable.

Shivering lightly, you pulled your blanket closer to you, but it didn’t help much. North Carolina winters were more brutal than you expected and it seemed your boyfriend disagreed; Karl kept the air at a disgustingly low temperature considering it was snowing outside.

You looked over at his sleeping figure before glancing at the clock by his head. It was nearly five in the morning and there was no way you’d be able to fall back asleep while it was this cold. The frosty air seemed to seep into your skin and you could almost picture the ice building up over your vital organs. You were going to literally freeze from the outside in if you didn’t do anything about it.

After a quick glance around the room, you spotted a chunky sweater that had been thrown over the back of a chair when Karl was getting ready for bed and you remembered him bragging about how effective it was against the outside air when you two took a walk yesterday. You slipped out of the covers and quickly grabbed it without a second thought, throwing it on over your pajamas. It was a little chilly from being out in the cold air, but it trapped in your body heat and you could feel your arms thaw out a little. You quickly got back into bed before the air could get between the sheets and make the mattress even colder.

It was still freezing, but Karl’s large sweater was significantly warmer than just the long sleeve shirt you had underneath. It gave you butterflies to know you were wearing something of his. That was another first, wearing each other’s clothes.

You looked to Karl as you laid back down, who seemed to be just fine, spread out and looking very content despite it being the temperature of Antarctica. You decided to complain to him about it when he woke up, but he looked too peaceful to disturb now. Still wanting to make it his problem in some way, you rolled over and cuddled into him for warmth, and his sleeping arms subconsciously wrapped around you when you got closer.

Despite being wrapped in his arms and sweater, you weren’t able to get a lot more sleep, and a few hours later you woke up again. After deciding to stay up, you went to the living room to watch shows so you didn’t wake up your boyfriend. You turned on some cartoons and grabbed every blanket in the living room you could find, piling them on top of you. Halfway through one of your favorite episodes, Karl walked out, rubbing his eyes gently before smiling at you and bounding over, lightly tackling you as you lied on the couch.

“Hello, there,” you laughed as he crushed you and placed a kiss on your lips. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” he responded. “What are you doing out here? Under a mountain of blankets?”

“Your room is freezing,” you explained. “I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to wake you up.”

He frowned and you leaned up to kiss his pout. “I’m sorry you were so cold,” he apologized as he stood up. “You should have woken me up.”

You shook your head. “You looked too cute, I couldn’t disturb you.”

He laughed through his nose and shook his head. “I’ll go turn the heat up and then how about we get some breakfast?”

“Yes to both of those,” you replied, peeling back the pile of blankets on top of you and pulling yourself off the couch. Karl stared at what you were wearing but didn’t say anything about the specific clothing, which made you a little self-conscious. Was he okay with the fact you stole one of his sweaters without asking?

You grabbed one of the blankets and wrapped it around you before grabbing his outstretched hand. You followed him into the kitchen after he changed the temperature in the apartment and looked in the pantry while he looked in the fridge.

“What are you in the mood for?” he asked.

Humming, you scanned the shelves looking for something to catch your eye. “Cheerios.”

“You don’t want any warm food like pancakes or something?”

You looked over at him quickly and your eyes followed him as he walked over to you. “You’d make me pancakes?”

He giggled and wrapped his arms behind you, giving you a kiss on the cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder. “Of course I would. Figure they could help warm you up,” he teased before adding a little quieter, “Aaaand it’s the first time you’ve slept over so I wanna show off my amazing chef skills. Nothing says ‘we should do this again’ like me making you food.”

“Karl Jacobs, you spoil me,” you joked as you turned around in his embrace to look at him.

“You’re worth spoiling,” he declared cheesily as he pressed a few short kisses to your face. “So, yes? Pancakes?”

“Yes, please. Can I help you in some way?” you asked, watching him as he started grabbing ingredients.

“Nope, just sit back and watch the master at work,” he boasted, pushing up his sleeves. You laughed at his seriousness and took a seat at the counter, observing the way he made the food like it was muscle memory. The room was much warmer now, but his sweater was way too comfortable to take off, so you resorted to removing the blanket around you. You grabbed the ends of your sleeves in your fists and rested your chin in your hands as your elbows pressed against the countertop.

As Karl finished making the last of the meal, he glanced at you and his eyes flickered to the sweater, now visible without the blanket. Gray eyes stared into yours and a small smile tugged at his lips. “What?” you asked impatiently in the silence, a nervous laugh behind your words as you continued to look at the boy. Was he about to say it was weird for you to put on his clothes without asking?

Karl opened his mouth but no words came out, a large smile taking place on his lips instead. He shook his head lightly, trying his hardest to contain the smile as he turned off the stove and handed you a plate of pancakes.

“Karl, what?” you laughed. “What is so funny?”

“Nothing’s funny,” he corrected before giggling, cheeks reddening. He placed a bottle of syrup on the counter between you as he set his own plate of pancakes down in front of him. “It’s just that... I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me... in my sweater.”

You looked down at the fabric keeping you warm and felt your face heat up at the sight of it. “Oh.” You looked back up and rolled your eyes lightly but were relieved that he finally addressed it so you knew he was okay with it. “You’re a dork.”

“It’s cute!” he defended, pride in his expression. “You know that’s one of my favorites?”

“I see why; it’s incredibly warm and soft,” you mumbled.

He giggled and just kept smiling at you. “Well I was going to offer cuddling as a solution if you’re still cold when we’re done eating, but if my clothes are warm enough then-”

“No, no,” you contradicted. “We can still cuddle.”

He smiled and a small giggle escaped. “So needy of you.”

“Shut up.”

Despite what you thought as you were kept awake through the night by the cold air, the first time sleeping over at Karl’s wasn’t miserable after all. The pancakes definitely helped, but you decided sleepovers with your boyfriend needed to happen more often.

But it really wouldn’t kill him to turn the heater on for once.

#rpf #real person fiction #karljacobs x reader #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs x y/n #karljacobs x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfiction #karljacobs fanfiction

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jachrispyzgurl · 3 years

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{small ditty about Sal vulcano}

|drabble name: Winter vacation|

Warnings: Self indulgent ditty. Fluff. Mild language, A little suggestive innuendos, If you squint.

*my favorite gif of sal because that heart melting smile that outshines the sun*

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The chilly fall wind whips against your face, Causing a shiver to shake your body. The warm sweater you wore not doing much to protect you from the harshness of the ever cold season.

Though it had been your idea to take a vacation away from the warmth of your home and instead spend a few weeks in the great smokey mountains during the coldest weeks of this month. Beforehand you thought it was the most brilliant idea, But now as you sit on the cold leather sofa in the cabin you rented, You didn't think that all.

Sal emerged from the master bedroom with a armful of blankets and quilts, A pillow on top of the pile he carries over to you. His little pout soon turning into a amused grin. You didn't even have to read his mind to tell what he was about to say, And that caoxed a scowl from you.

“You just had to choose this freezing hell to spend our vacation” He said dramatically throwing the covers down on you. “Couldn't have been Hawaii, Not California, The great smokey mountains during the winter!”

You roll your eyes at him and chuck the pillow in the pile of blankets now on you at him, Hitting him in the face with it, Coaxing a small "Ow!" frome him. “Well excuse me for wanting to experience the country side for a change!” You exclaim before wrapping yourself in some of the blankets, Holding them open for Sal to cuddle you for warmth.

Sal does just that and cuddles into your side under the blankets, Snuggling against your side. “Besides, We wouldn't be having much of a problem if someone knew how to build a damn fire” You grumbled to Sal, Who scoffs.

“I tried! It's like the wood is fire resistant!” Sal defended himself, “We wouldn't be having any problems if you didn't rent us the only cabin with damaged heating!” He shot right back.

You shake your head with a deep sigh, “This was the cheapest cabin they had! I saw a deal and took it!” You threw your head back and closed your eyes as you groan at the bickering you and your boyfriend was doing.

“Okay mister krabs! Maybe next time let me handle the vacation planning?” Sal playfully jabs your side with his finger making you jump a little, A giggle forcing itself from your lips.

“Maybe I will mister perfect vacation planner” You muttered, A small smile on your face as you can feel the laugh rumble through his chest where your head laid.

Sal pulls you against him tightly before placing a kiss on your head. “Well on the bright side of this fantastic vacation, We get to cuddle for warmth a lot” He whispers into your ear, The suggestive tone in his low voice sending a shiver down your spine for a whole different reason this time.

Leaning more into his side you mischievously grin, “See? My vacation isn't that bad after all vulcano” Sal chuckles and kisses your head once more before averting his eyes to the large window on the far wall, Watching how the Beginnings of snow flakes falling from the sky outside. Your eyes following his as you take in the sight and smile fondly, Curling up against Sal.

No matter where you were, You'd always be happy as long as Sal was by your side.

#impractical jokers #sal vulcano #impractical jokers x reader #sal vulcano x reader

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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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The Empress (pt.V)

Emperor Vacation! Pog! Remember to drink water today lovely’s!

also if you squint hard enough you might see me simping for C!Philza.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death

The flight back to your village was long, it wasn't that you were in bad company, just after sitting so long you were extremely stiff. You could only shift positions so much before your butt, and legs were numb. So when Phil had mentioned seeing land, you were more than glad it was over.

Phil was right about having a extra cloak on too, the wind was horrible, not to mention the altitude you flew at was already freezing. Phil and Techno were smart on leaving when we did though as well. By the time we reached the village it was easily past noon. You were kind of giddy on showing Phil around your village. On the way up you and him discussed a bit about it, and your heritage. He was very open and interested when you explained how everything came to where it was today. Along with going home, you were also more excited to see and hug your parents. You could only imagine what your father would say about you working for a ruler.

When Phil and techno landed it was near the village, but also in a bit of a walking distance. Phil had made wind that he didn't want to land too close, and risk scaring anyone. After Phil had helped you out of the plane, all of you were stretching out. Especially Philza, he had made comments on how the plane's only down side was the confined space for his wings. When he let his wings span out you were awe struck. There were massive, easily wide enough to lift himself off the ground. The wings, although made for use, were oh so elegant. When Phil stretched you could see his figure better now. his wings spanning out wide behind him into the air, almost like a bird preparing flight. He wasn't in his normal Robes, instead he exchanged them for a simple black shirt that clung to his form. The arms were cut off, allowing you so see his fit arms. this didn't surprise you, the sword Phil always carried looked like it had a bit of weight to it. For being a father, Phil was very fit. Once his stretching was finished he took a light cloak from the plane and precisely wrapped it around his shoulders, minding his wings.

Well you two worked the numbness away techno had approached. He also was stretching. But simultaneously shedding a few of his layers. He casually tossed the cloaks and capes into your seat of Phil's plane. You did shed a few layers like Phil, but not as many as Tech.

"Are you sure you don't want something to block the sun? Sun burns suck" you said to techno. He unbuttoned the top two buttons to his shirt, before pulling his main braid out, changing the style for his ponytail.

"If I wear to many I might get heat stroke" He said simply, watching you. Without his mask he wasn't as menacing, but you definitely weren't used to seeing his face. you gazed at him with a perplexed look.

"Heat stroke?" You knew what it was, but you were a little confused. He chuckled lightly as Phil looked up to you two.

"My body runs hotter, princess" he crossed his arms, relaxing into his stance. You flushed at his words again. Glancing away to avoid his eye contact. ’fuckin’ hell there he goes again’ His tone was casual, but he was obviously still in his teasing mood.

"Since Tech is part Piglin his body is always warmer than you or I, that's why sometimes he just walks around in the snow without freezin'" You looked up to Phil and nodded. It made sense, you will admit, sometimes you forget that techno isn't fully human. When you think of Piglins you usually think of a gold obsessed beast. But Techno carried himself with elegance and pride. Yes he adorned himself in gold, but that was part of who he was. He had a right to be proud of it.

You started towards your village with the two. As if a unsaid agreement occurred they made you walk between them, walking like your own personal body guards. Techno strolled on your right well Phil kept close on your left. When you saw the children playing outside you smiled brightly. You missed this. The sound of children's laughter carried around like ringing bells. Sweet and ever so innocent.

As you walked into town. Some of the older kids ran up to hug you, jumping into your arms without hesitation. You without a thought picked them up and spun them about in your arms. These were your friends. Your community was small so everyone was close. Phil and techno respected this and just quietly stepped aside to give you the moment. Soon some of the other towns people had stepped out to see what all the commotion was about. Your mother included.

When she saw you her eyes lit up with love. She couldn't help but grab her skirt and run to you. Hugging you tightly to her chest, almost knocking you off your feet. Her tears of joy could be felt on your shoulder as you held her tight. Your nose buried into her neck, you missed this. You missed her. You missed the village. Everything just made you beyond happy at this moment. everywhere you looked there were smiles, wide and contagious. Soon you herd a quiet voice. Your father. When you looked up it was your turn to tear. he was hobbling over to you, his arms wide. You smiled widely hugging him tightly, but carefully. You didn't want to hurt him.

"I did it.. I did it- I did it!" You were so ecstatic. Your father put his hand on the back of your head gently well he hugged you. You were his little girl, and he was beaming with pride for you.

"I'm so proud of you.." He was tearing. He was proud of you. So very proud of you. He was even happier to see you back home safely too. He pulled back, taking a moment to take you in, you looked a tad different from your trip. not in a bad way, just a little different. Your fathers eyes moved from you, to Techno and Phil. "I assume these two are with you?" Your father asked. He was mostly summing Tp techno, you assumed because he was basically a year older than you. Phil sent your father a kind smile and nodded.

"Oh! Mhm! Sorry, I forgot to introduce them. This is Philza, and his Imperial Highness Technoblade." Your fathers eyes widened. When he realize was in the presence of royalty, he tried to go to his knee to bow. Techno quickly grabbed his arms in turn. Sopping him from doing so.

"Please.. (y/n) told us of your pain. I couldn't ask formalities from you, sir" your father was speechless. He could only look at Techno with awe. Techno helped him stand properly. Only letting him go when he safely had himself steadied. Your mother chimed in.

"Would you like something to eat or drink perhaps?" She asked looking between your father, Phil and Techno.

After hearing the young emperor was in your house, the village was buzzing around trying to tidy up a little. Nestled inside your house however Techno and Phil were eating. You had ate, but also were packing a few more possessions that you held dear to you.

You knew that after today you would start your full time job as a blacksmith. In the beginning you were nervous. Everything you herd about there kingdom was terrifying. But after seeing who is in control you actually have felt very at ease with them. Wilbur was ever so kind, Phil treated you like an additional child of his, and Techno was something all in himself. You did find yourself thinking back to how he has taken up the nickname 'princess' for you. It made you blush obviously, but it was just how he said it that made you want to hear it again, and again. He could be so brooding and quite. But also find a way to joke and tease. Not only that, but just from what had happened outside your home. He didn't want your father hurting himself on his own account. It was the little things like that, that somehow just made your heart maybe skip a little faster.

Well you pondered Techno and his family, you didn't realize that he was leaning on your door way until he spoke up.

"Having troubles packing?" He asked. You couldn't help but jump. Turning to face him. His eyes were relaxed, along with his stance. He was just hanging about basically.

"Sorta" you said. Glancing him over. He slowly walked into your room and looked about curiously. Mentally you were thankful you cleaned before you left. Your room was small, your bed shoved against the wall, navy blankets resting on top of the mattress. Next to the bed there was a nightstand with the candle still half melted from the last use. Your dresser was across your bed, old and worn, it had been your grandmothers previously. Next to that was a little desk you and your dad had built. Your room wasn't much, but you could tell somehow techno didn't mind. "Its hard in a way..." He looked up at you. His eyes dancing between yours.

"How so?" He questioned as you sat on your bed. He took the que and leaned on your dresser. Respecting your space. He knew he wasn't familiar to you like Wilbur or phil. He did want to get to know you more, but he also didn't want to force you to befriend him.

"Well... I mean I've grown up here. All my life and memories are here... I know I can make more at the palace with you and your family." You smiled softly. "Wilbur already wants to teach me how to ice skate..." Techno smiled a little.

"I bet you'll fall" he mused. You laughed a bit. smiling down to the boards under your feet.

"I probably will.” you were smiling gently, It’s the little actions like this that made you happy to see the family for what they were. Rather then what the rumors had painted them as. “I dunno, I know I want to work for you. I know my parents will appreciate the money and-" at this Techno’s brow furrowed slightly before he cut you off.

"(Y/n) are you sure your doing this for yourself. Or for your parents?" The question took you aback briefly. Earning a slight head tilt. Techno pressed his lips, thinking of how to continue. "Are you working for me to make your parents happy. Or are you working because you will be happy?" You could only look at him with a blank look. He had a point there. "If your working to make your parents happy, you will be miserable the whole time your with us" He was watching your expression. Trying to read it for how you felt. You were kind of stumped. Techno had stepped closer. His boots were in front of yours. When you looked up he was right there. "I don't want to see you miserable well working" his gaze was gentle. He wasn't talking as a ruler, but rather as a friend. you understood too. If your hearts not in it, your work will never be as good. You paused a bit.

"I do want to work for you. Its.. what my heart is telling-" again he cut you off, leaving your mouth agape with the words of your sentence lingering.

"Your heart is a organ, it cant tell you what it wants" ok you wanted to hit him. He knew what you meant.

"I mean... my consciousness is telling me to go with you and Phil. I really like your guy's company. Your brother Wilbur Is a lot of fun too." You shrugged and looked down a bit. Techno moved again and slowly sat beside you, almost hesitant like he wasn't sure if he could. When he sat the bed dipped quite a bit. Not that he could help it. He was a built man. "Maybe its just telling me to go because your family is the closest thing I've had to genuine friends..." Techno's face contorted into a little confusion. Getting a 'heh?' Out of him.

"Don't tell me you've never had friends, princess" he said looking down at you.

You smiled a little. "I've had friends... but usually there years younger than me. Like four or five. Maybe seven. I mean friends closer to my age like you and Wilbur" techno hummed a bit. His cheeks a very faint pink.

"So you think of me as a friend now" his brow raised in question. his gaze was curious. not swaying to disgust, nor pure joy.

“I mean, if I can count you as one...” You said looking up to him. If someone would have walked in at this moment, they would have thought they disturbed a moment between the two teens. Techno was tall, but that didn't stop his head from lingering down by yours. Your Voice was softer almost unsure now. Techno didn't speak at first, his eyes only lingering your face. soon he hummed in response, standing slowly.

“Mmn... I mean. I guess you could.” his cheeks were tinted the faintest pink as he moved his fist to his mouth, clearing his throat. “yeah, yeah... I suppose were friends”

When you were fully packed you walked out from your room, Techno in tow. Your fathers eyes saw your form and lingered on the two of you. Your father wasn't born yesterday, something inside him knew that there was unspoken chemistry between Techno and you. He didn't mind that though. Well, ok maybe he did. You were his daughter after all.

“do you have everything you need?” your father asked, his tone softer when addressing you.

You nodded, slinging the bag over your shoulder. “I believe so, If not ill just have to come back” You smiled gently. Your father returned the smile. Phil looked up to Techno who was standing behind you, his arm’s crossed as he leaned on your door frame.

“We should probably leave soon if we want to make it to the Mansion by night fall, Techno” Techno offered a nod to his father. when looking at Phil he couldn't help notice how your fathered watched him. Techno did understand though, it was probably unnerving to know he would be sending his young daughter several miles away with a teenage boy. Of course Phil was present, but that was minor. Techno simply just returned a look to your father, not trying to be hostile, nor too passive. After all techno did have a name to keep up.

Your small group slowly moved outside to the street. you didn't notice, but your father had pulled Techno aside well you went with your mother and Phil. You hugged your mother tightly. wanting to savor the feeling of her hug. knowing it would be quite a while before you got another one.

“Promise me you’ll be safe (y/n)...” she said softly. you nodded slowly, nuzzling into her neck. you could feel the tears threatening to spill. You knew the goodbye wasn't forever, but that still didn't lessen the slight sadness. This was a new chapter in your life. you couldn't live your life on a single page. it was time to move on and see what else awaited in your story. when the two of you pulled away, your mother saw your tears and wiped your eyes gently. “Chin up, you’ll make a lovely smith, honey” you smiled softly, taking deep breaths to calm your tears. Soon Techno had returned back to Phil’s side after his talk with your father. You turned towards the two of them together and smiled at them. Techno offered you a nod well Phil smiled back at you.

“I'm going to miss you runnin’ around that forge” Your father said, he also had a few tears welled up in his eyes. “You better bust your butt down there and show em’ what your made of” You nodded at him, taking his words of courage to heart.

You hugged him tightly. Him returning the tight hug. “Ill miss you...” you muttered to him. keeping your face hidden in his neck. Your dad was your grounder, he was along your side the whole way. Starting the new chapter without him was hard, but you knew it was necessary. “I love you...”

“I love you too... Be safe for us...” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

By the time you reached France's countryside it was night already. Well in flight you had rested yourself on the side of your seat. Watching the ground fly past with incredible speed. Phil kept a keen eye on you to make sure you didn't fall. The last thing he wanted to do was have to turn around and explain to your parents that you fell to your death.

Techno and Phil made wind of wanting to find somewhere to set up camp for the night. Knowing they both shouldn't fly well tired. When they saw the mansion up ahead however, they lost there ideal for a camp. Instead they landed nearby and prepared themselves to enter. Rambling off about where to enter. You were quite unsure about this, after all this was someone’s home. As they went on about a plan you looked the mansion over. It was rather massive to be honest. The mansion, although big, was ever so detailed and beautiful. The owners took amazing care of the structure. Well your eyes scanned the side, you saw movement from one of the windows. this made you realized that there were things inside. they planned to raid a mansion that someone lived in. Your eyes wondered for more movement and that's when you saw it. A Pillager. You felt rage take hold of your chest.

"What are we doing here." Your voice was harsh, this caught Phil off guard. He wasn't used to hearing you take up such a tone. Phil and Techno swapped quick glances. Pondering if they should tell you about there plan. Ultimately Techno figured you should be included. Seeing that if this raid wad successful, your first task would be presented.

"Do you know what Pillagers are?" Techno inquired. He knew you did, but he meant his question beyond face value. He was quizzing to see if you where aware of their history.

"Yeah, heartless creatures that kill for fun" You hissed, not wanting to be near the mansion anymore. Techno watched your eyes. He could see the hate swirling within. To him this was intriguing to see you angry. Usually you were more quiet and docile.

"Pillagers are a branch of Illagers..” Techno started slowly “The Illagers were a old type of Cult that was formed for the sole purpose of Black Magic" His tone was slow and calculated, he wasn't talking down to you, rather just simply explaining. "They are known for dealing with Alchemy, and Witchcraft" his eyes glinted with something that you couldn't quite put your finger on. "They even have been Rumored to deal with Necromancy" You were a little confused now.

"What's Necromancy?" You inquired, your hate was leaving and slowly replacing with curiosity. Simultaneously, you didn't understand where this was leading.

"The ability to raise the dead." You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. You sent glances between the two of them. that's ridiculous, no one can raise the dead, it was impossible. Once you were dead, you were dead. You started getting uncomfortable with the way the conversation was leading. "It is rumored they have a Item that can bring those who have died back" Techno’s eyes never left yours.

"That's.. That's impossible..." You said quietly, watching Techno intently. His eyes glinted again, you weren't familiar with his side of him so it raised alarm within you. This wasn't the Techno that sat with you in your room. Nor the one that asked your father not to bow. This side of him was different, almost more daring, and challenging.

"Oh, but is it?" He paused briefly, His voice rose up now. Taking a tone of greatness. Turning to face the mansion. Soon expanding on his thought. "You see (y/n), sometimes rumors are so far fetched... That they just have to be real." You glanced to Phil who only watched Techno like you. "The item they have, rather a totem actually... Can indeed bring the dead back. But it has to be on the person upon there death. You cannot bring someone who is long gone, back" he said simply.

"How do you?..." you struggled to find your voice. “How do you know it’s true?” you asked no longer liking his tone. He turned back to face you, his emerald earring catching the moon light.

"Because I have tested it" He said, looking into your eyes. Once he saw your eyes and the emotion that swirled within them he paused. He swallowed thickly, pondering his thoughts briefly. "I want you to stay back with the planes..." His tone had softened, it was the same one he used to address his father nights ago. "You'll be safe with them..." He glanced away, no longer able to keep your gaze.

"We'll be back soon, I promise" Phil said, sending you a reassuring smile. the two of them turned and headed towards the entrance. there swords drawn, ready to counter what was inside.

You had been waiting for a while now. The sound of the forest was peaceful. You had missed the frogs croaking, well the crickets chirped a endless harmony. In the artic this wasn't a luxury, the land was so snow covered that not many bugs resided, if any. The only sound you could hear was a low whistle, or hum, which was only the wind really. The temperature had dropped well you sat waiting, causing you to rub your arms for warmth. You looked down into the cockpit looking for one of the cloaks left behind. You felt one of them and pulled it onto your shoulders, securing the clasps. The feeling of the fabric quickly warmed your arms. You laid your head back, pondering the look that Techno had in his explanation. The look he had was hard to explain, it’s almost like he wasn't himself. Like he had something else within him, fueling him, talking to him. You didn't know Techno deeply, but you had seen him for a few weeks now, his attitude then compared to now was different. It was unnerving to say the least.

Well pondering and listening to the casual hum of the woods, something caught your ear. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting. You could plain as day hear crying. But not just any crying, it was a Childs. You slowly climbed down from the cockpit. You know they told you to stay put, but you also couldn't just listen to a child cry. Your hand fell to the sword that hung on your hip. Slowly you started your descend into the woods, determined to find the source.

The woods were thick. Everywhere you looked there was a branch ready to swat at your head. Minding the branches, you were able to spot the small crying toddler. He was curled up tightly, his knees to his chest as he wept. He had dirt on him, his face stained with tears and mud. His red and white shirt was torn to hell. At the sight of him your heart hurt. He saw you and without hesitation he reached up, wanting you to pick him up.

"H-hey.. Shh.. sh.. your alright.. your safe.." Your tone was gentle as you carefully picked him up. Subconsciously your body started swaying without a spare thought. The boy did slowly quiet down. You glanced around and tucked the boy within the cloak next to you, wanting to keep him warm. You needed to find Techno and Phil, like. Right now. "I'm gonna h-help you ok bud?.." you could feel him nod his head against you. Gripping to your clothes tightly.

You tried to hurry back to the mansion, but luckily that wasn't hard to find due to the fact it was on fire. Wait why was it on fire. You now broke into a run, fearing that Phil and Techno were caught within it. But no, of course not. They were simply in front of the burning mass, watching the once beautiful mansion turn to ash.

"What the hell happened here?..." You drifted off as your eyes scanned the flames with wide shock. Phil turned to you and smiled.

"Oh there you are (y/n)- whatcha' got there?" He tilted his head seeing the bump underneath the cloak. Techno turned as well, blushing faintly when he saw you.

You stared up at the giant fire well approaching them. "I uh.. found him.." you pried your eyes from the train wreck in front of you, still not able to wrap your mind around this.

"What did you find?..." Techno asked trying to see beneath your cloak, that was actually his. But he didn't want to bring that up yet, finding you within it quite adorable.

You moved the cloak to show the toddler, Phil's wings puffed out a bit when he saw the child in your arms. Both of their eyes widening. "I wanted to bring him back to you... He was alone when I found him and I've never taken care of a toddler so..." You slowly handed the child to Phil. He didn't fuss much with being handed off. Instead he just buried his head in Phil's neck. As if on instinct he checked the child to make sure he was ok, no cuts, or bruising "I couldn't leave him out there..." you said chewing your lip. Phil only kept his eyes on the child. Pondering.

"No of course not.." Phil said slowly, looking down to the child. Rubbing his back. "Hey buddy.. do you have a name?.." Techno and you watched curiously. The toddler nodded. Sitting up to wipe his big round blue eyes.

"I'm Thomas.." His voice was rough, showing he had been crying a while.

"Its nice to meet you Thomas.. I'm Philza, and this is Technoblade, over here is (y/n). How old are you?" Phil asked slowly. Just like he would with his own boys. Tommy held up two tiny fingers, showing how old he was. "Your two? Wow your a big man, ya?" Tommy slowly nodded. "Do you know where your mom or dad is?" The boy shook his head and broke into a large sob. "Sshh.. don't worry.. we'll find them ok?" The small boy nodded through his cries, gripping to Phil.

After finding Tommy we checked every nearby village we could think of, but no one claimed the poor child. The longer he was with us, Phil started to grow very attached to the boy. Techno wasn't very surprised with this of course, and neither were you quite honestly. You knew he had adopted Techno on a whim from what Wilbur explained. That's why Phil popped into your brain when you found Tommy.

We ultimately decided to head home with Tommy. None of the villages we searched seemed to recognize tommy, so Phil figured it was the universe telling him that he has another child. Phil kept him on his lap most of the trip. Occasionally handing him to you or letting him ride with Techno, to whom your surprise, seemed to have a soft spot for children. Tommy found a lot of joy out of being in the plane with you three. You would bounce him on your lap when he was under your watch, letting him stretch out in joy. His little giggles rang out loud, bringing smiles to Phil's face. You did pull him into your arms securely when you reached the artic air however, mostly just to keep him warm.

When you arrived to the palace Wilbur was confused on your early arrival. He had expected you three to be gone for at least two, to three days. But when he saw the toddler he mostly summed up the early arrival. Phil didn't linger long on the hellos of being home. Instead he took tommy straight to the physician to make sure he wasn't sick at all. His parent sense buzzing in full drive.

Well waiting for Phil and tommy to show up again, Techno, Wil and you had found yourself comfortably in the library. You were extremely tired. But like Techno you were waiting to see Phil and Tommy first, before you made a run for your bed. The fire was lazily burning in front of you offering a warm wave of comfort. Your head started to roll from your sleepless state. Even Technoblade started to droop his head. Luckily Phil walked in with a happy tommy on his hip.

"The Physician says he’s all good health wise. nothing we should be concerned about thankfully" Phil said. Claiming his seat beside Techno. Tommy made his way into techno’s lap, interested with the earrings he had. Instead of telling him no, or swatting his hand away, Techno just took one of his earrings out. showing tommy the jewelry. The two of them were honestly were too adorable.

“Is he our new brother?” Wilbur asked, watching the curious two year old.

Tommy held all of your attentions, his actions were all done in innocence and curiosity. He was a cute kid, he had little Ringlet’s of blonde hair that matched Philza’s. “You think we can handle another mouth to feed?” Phil asked looking to Wilbur. Wil nodded in response. The idea of a younger brother exciting him. Phil looked back to Techno and Tommy.

Tommy was happily babbling off about things he thought were cool on Techno. Techno only sat with kind eyes and a soft smile, replying to tommy.

“I suppose I do have a new son now” Phil said, a kind smile dancing on his lips.

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murphslass · 3 years

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Bundled Up

Summary: Power gets cut off in the cabin with John and the reader during the winter

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, rough smut, praise kink, daddy kink, light bondage, fluff

This blizzard was a monster outside as the wind blew the snow so fast it was all such a blur. This fucking sucked. All the things that could’ve gone bad went bad. Being here with John felt awkward enough since he was so hot and the guys went away to buy supplies. This storm must’ve gotten them trapped in the next town with fuck knows what. John was getting anxious as you walked to see him drinking whiskey straight. You approach him and he looks to you with his eyebrows perked up.

“I’m sure they’re fine John. Here, let’s try to call them.”

“Okay.”

You pull your phone from your pocket and used speed dial to call Dean. It rang a few times before he picked up.

“Hello?”

“You guys okay? This storm’s killer.”

“Yeah were fine. But we won’t be back til the morning. This old guy at this shit motel gave me and Sam a room.”

“Okay I’ll tell your dad.”

You hung up and see he’s chugging the last of the bitter liquor. You couldn’t help but stare as you see his adams apply bops on his think neck. He licks his lower lip and glared at you.

“So?”

“They’re stuck in town until tomorrow. So they’re fine.”

“Good.”

He says as he stands and leaves you on the couch. You could only guess he went to smoke a cigarette. As time slowly passed on, you decided to read a random book from the shelf. It was better than sitting in awkward silence with John. As much as you’d wanted to say how you felt or the dirty things you wanted him to do, it could never work though. Especially since you’ve never been alone with him for a long period of time. As you began really getting into the story of your book, the lights went out. You curse and notice John emerge from the bedroom.

“The fuck happened?”

“I don’t know, guess this storm cut us off. Damn it’s already getting cold.”

You shiver and rush to check the power box in the back. John followed behind you and saw you fiddling with switches but it only failed. You slam the box shut and huffed out of frustration.

“We’re fucked aren’t we?”

“Oh yeah. Better start a fire.”

John did as suggested as you started gathering whatever blankets or anything that could keep you warm. You wrapped into your baggy hoodie as you watched John poke at the growing fire in the fireplace. He looked over his shoulder and you threw his coat. He put it over his body and watched you scoot to the fire and wrap in a blanket. You look around the room and see John leaning against the couch as he crossed his arms. You feel guilty as you felt that you were hogging the blankets and even stole his scarf. You frown and move next to him to share the warmth.

“Here. Take one of these blankets.”

“No thanks I’m just fine.”

“That’s bullshit. I am not letting you freeze your ass off.”

He chuckled as you try to hand him one but he moves to join you under the warmth. He huddled close to you and his shoulder touched your own. You didn’t know what to do but look at the fire. Both of your body heats grew comfortable and it felt nice. But the heat grew to your face as it felt it was on fire. John Stayed still for a moment and began dosing off. You see his head leaning back against the couch. Soon his snores filled the air and seeing his chest rising and falling. You stare at his peaceful state and couldn’t help but reach to kiss his bearded cheek. He smirked and you began panicking as he sat straight up.

“I fucking knew you liked me.”

You wanted to speak but nothing seem to fall out of your mouth. He brought his fingers to lift your chin to look at him. You tremble at his slight touch and his eyes looked down at your body as it turned in his direction.

“I can fucking tell you wanna be my good girl don’t you?”

You stutter for a moment as his deep hazel eyes stare into your own and he was waiting for a response. You whimpered as his grip tightened and pulled you closer.

“Speak when you’re spoken to princess.”

“Yes sir. I wanna be your good girl, use me Daddy.”

His smile turns dark and you could see his eyes beginning to glow in the low lighting.

“First order of business. Strip for me.”

“But I’ll get cold.”

“Not while I’m here, I’ll be sure to get you all hot and bothered.”

You hands grew shaky as you moved away from the covers to pull off all clothing. However you left on your panties and stood before John who already threw off his shirt. His tanned skin glowed as the fire gave light and his gaze stayed on you. The way you could feel his eyes and anticipated his next words made you slick between your thighs.

“I like what I’m seeing, now be a good slut for me and suck my cock.”

He says as undoes his jeans zipper to reveal his erection. You gulped down your nervous behavior and immediately cooperated as you got on all fours to seductively crawl towards his lap.

“Oh fuck yeah, now slip this into that pretty mouth babygirl.”

You nodded and licked his swollen tip before taking him into your mouth. He groaned and entangled his hand in your hair. You see his eyes close as you pick up speed and try your best to take him fully. He moans as your hand strokes of what you can’t take and his golden eyes stares down at you.

“Oh fucking yes, look so good with my cock in that hot mouth of yours.”

You moan around and feel him forcefully pull you off you. Gasping for air and get pulled into a very sloppy wet kiss. His tongue tasting you his hands pull you onto his lap. He growls against you and moves leaves dark hickies on your skin. Your arms go onto his shoulders as he works you. His hand going to tear your panties off and finding you already soaked.

“Fuck yeah princess. I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

He grips your hips roughly and brings you over his cock, you help and sink onto him. Groaning at the size you hold onto his shoulders and didn’t want to keep him waiting.

You begin riding him and moan as he continued roughly leaving hickies all over your bouncing breasts. He brings his hand to roughly slapping your ass you whimper at the motion.

“Yeah that’s my good fucking girl, move. I wanna see that ass as I watch myself disappear in your tight little pussy.”

You didn’t have time to react as he pulls you off him and turning you to lay on your stomach.

“Give me your hands.”

You bring them to your back and feel a fabric wrapping around wrists. He made it tight and thrusted inside you suddenly. You cry out as he went so fast and feeling full from his cock made you scream.

“That’s a good little slut, taking my cock and saying Daddy’s name. I can feel that you wanna come. But not yet.”

He says with a dark chuckle as he pulls out of you completely. You whine and try to push yourself for him to enter you again. But it was hopeless as he grinded against your dripping pussy. You attempt one last time but you got a slap on your ass in response. Uou yelped at the contact and had felt him grip your hair to pull.

“Use your words.”

“John please, please John. I wanna come so bad.”

“I know you can fucking do better little slut.”

Another spank on the red mark thats forming on you as he keeps dominance.

“Daddy please. I want feel you stuff me with your huge cock. Please let me come.”

“Much better.”

He smirks as he keeps a hold on your hair and thrusts harshly inside you. His moans filled your ears as you cry out in ecstasy. He became impatient and rammed into you at a fast pace. You could feel yourself about to come as he grows sloppy with his hips.

“Fucking come for me. Go on baby you earned it. Now come.”

“Oh John! Yes, yes!”

You scream out as your sex tightens around him and fills you completely. He groans against your shoulder and releases his grip on your hair. You fall flat on your stomach and could feel your body was on fire. John looked down at you with a cocky smile and goes to untie your wrists.

“Good job sweetheart. Put this on so you don’t fucking freeze.”

You take the hoodie and slide it onto your naked body before having John wrap you into a comforter.

“Lay with me.”

You did as told as John protectively held you in his arms. His hand going to massage over the hand prints he left on you and you winced at the sore feeling.

“You are mine. I marked you so don’t let my boys try to charm you.”

“Yes sir.”

You say as you look up at him. He kisses your forehead and lets you snuggle into him.

“Next time, Daddy’s gonna reward you by eating you out until you come at least twice.”

“Twice?”

“Yep.”

You can’t wait.

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celestial-fucking-weeb · 3 years

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WINTER WARMTH

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Warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, AGED UP (mid twenties), fluff, insecurities, smut, body worship, chubby kink, marking (hickies), Papi kink

Pairing: Sero Hanta x reader

The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping.

The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you’d cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens —

The power goes out.

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

The snow outside was pretty at first, but now with the doors and windows to your small cottage-type home half covered, it seemed almost oppressive. With the power outage, there was no television to drown out the quiet, only deafening silence and the movement of your new roommate, Sero Hanta.

It didn’t start this way, you hadn’t always obsessively paid attention to his mannerisms. At one point in time, he was just a hero working for the same agency you provided medical care for. You were just support staff, until a dumb villain thought you were “important” and kidnapped you, leaving the heroes you saw as coworkers to rescue you. After that, the agency wanted you to live in the adjacent apartments, but you refused. Magically, two days later, Sero Hanta approached you asking about your spare room under the guise of his lease running out. You thought it seemed a bit suspicious, particularly that this gorgeous man had “nowhere else to go”, meaning no significant other to take him in. Of course, you agreed, being a nice person and maybe bit naïve. He moved his stuff in, didn’t make much of a fuss, and mostly left you to your own devices. That is, until you noticed some... abnormalities. The lingering glances, the newly installed security cameras, the not-so-subtle ideas to spend time with you of having meals together or watching movies, making sure you’d eaten or slept... He cared too much. He was so perfect- gorgeous, tall, easygoing, had similar goals as a rescue hero, funny, and he cared. He cared for you, which made living with him so much harder. You found yourself enjoying nights with him, wanting to sit a little closer, wanting to impress him with new dishes to make for dinner, ditching your ex’s sweatpants for cute sleep shorts, relishing in fantasies of his protective nature and dominating stature with your hand between your thighs... You thought you were going to choke when he started walking around in only gray sweats or a towel after his shower. You tried your best to keep eye contact, not stick around too long, not encroach upon his comfort in his own house. You failed to notice the smirk on his face when you quickly excused yourself or when you turned away too fast after being caught staring.

Sero had originally taken this as an assignment, although he did have a bit of a crush on you from the times you’d patched him up after rough shifts. He thought of himself as your own personal hero, but that mindset soon turned into more than just an assignment. He was protective over you, and he found himself getting defensive if you even mentioned another guy. He had tried flirting within reason, just making dinners and watching movies, but he got cocky when he had walked past your door one night and heard your little whimpers. He decided to test his theory, wearing his sweats lower than he normally would and walking back to his room in a towel, and delighting in strolling past your room to hear your muffled moans and the vibrations of the toy you never used to use. You were getting desperate, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t boost his ego to hear his name through the walls. This, however, was NOT something he’d planned on.

Everything was fine, being stuck in the house together was nice, until the power went out. The heat somewhat remained in the house until night, when you curled up on the couch under every blanket you had and he layered on an extra hoodie and lounged next to you. He looked cold...

“H-Hey... Sero? Um... You look cold. Do you want a blanket?”

“Hmmm, but then wouldn’t you be cold too?” He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.

“Well... Maybe... But that’s okay! You need to be warm too!!” God, you’re so sweet.

“I mean... You could always come over here, we can be warm together!” He stretches out his arm and beckons you over, inviting you to curl up next to him. You shift over, spreading the blankets over your roommate and hiding your blushing face under the pile of softness, keeping at least 3 inches of space between you before he rests his arm behind your head.

“Thanks, y/n, this is uh... nice!” He hides his disappointment at your perceived rejection, going back to look at his phone.

After 20 minutes of scrolling, you can’t take it anymore. He smells so good, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“I’M GONNA GO TO BED NOW. Uh, goodnight!” You basically shouted, too loud to be natural. You abruptly stood up before slightly shrinking from the frigid air. When did it get so cold in here?

“Hey, it’s really cold... We don’t really have a ton of blankets, and I’m worried you’re going to freeze, so maybe we could sleep in my room tonight? Just for, ya know... body heat?” He sounds nervous, like he expects you to freak out and reject him completely.

“Well... I-I guess that’s smart... You’re right. So... Let’s go?” Holy fuck, you are so nervous. You were originally escaping to your room like you normally do, too horny to continue hanging out with Sero and retain your sanity, but now you’re sleeping with him?! What the fuck are you thinking?!

He gathered the blankets and lead you into his room, holding the door for you before plopping down your nest of fabric. You stand awkwardly in the center of the room, waiting for something you have no idea what. Sero unceremoniously strips himself of his hoodies and sweats and climbs into bed, seemingly out of habit, before turning his attention to you and holding the blankets open.

“Are you coming?” He smirks, putting on a confused voice that doesn’t quite match the mischief in his eyes.

“I-...” FUCK, he’s beautiful. Lean muscles flexing with every movement, shaggy hair falling over his face, and holy... The tight black boxers are NOT helping the whole “too turned on to function” situation.

“Oh... Sorry, I read somewhere that skin-to-skin contact is better for warmth. You’d probably know better than me, I guess.” He grins, as though this entire thing is nonchalant and completely normal. “I can help you if you’d like~”

“Uh nope, yeah, you’re right!! I’ll uh just... Can you close your eyes?” You are panicking. Every insecurity you’ve ever had is coming to bite you in the ass. You’re suddenly hyper aware of how much space your body takes up, remembering everything those stupid bitches in high school said about you.

“Y/n, you’ve seen me in that skin tight hero suit and you’ve patched up most of my body. It’s totally fine! PLUS, you’re sleeping in my bed, am I gonna have to close my eyes the whole night??” He jokes, not knowing that your shyness isn’t rooted in principle, but fear. Upon seeing your face, his smile falters and he autocorrects, “You know, I think you’re beautiful, but if you want me to turn around, I promise I will.”

“No, it’s-it’s fine. It’s okay. Wait- did you just call me beautiful?” You try to cover your shocked expression as you take off your sweater and slide off your fuzzy pajama pants. Sero is thankful your head is stuck in your sweater as his jaw practically drops. Oh fuck, he’s screwed. His eyes follow your curves from your chest, down your sides, to the pouch of your tummy and the plump fullness of your thighs... If he thought he was having trouble focusing before, there’s no way there’s gonna be enough blood in his brain when you’re half naked next to him... Speaking of... Shit, he’s hard... Okay, it’s fine, just tuck it in your waistband like you did back in school...

You climb into bed as quickly as you can, still keeping a few inches between you and Sero until he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. You squeak in surprise and he chuckles, “You can’t be warm unless you’re over here! C’mere.” He nestles his face into your hair and splays a hand across the curve of your lower back. Feeling very naked and very nervous, you shift in his hold and snuggle closer to the heat he gives off, but halt your motions when you feel him twitch against your thigh. Neither of you are breathing, praying the other didn’t notice the rock hard length pressed between your bodies. Somehow, in the time you spent essentially playing dead, you both fell asleep cuddled together.

Over the course of the night, you had shifted to straddle your leg over his torso and he had turned on his back with his hand resting on the space between your thigh and your butt. Sero was the first to stir from his slumber when he felt you move against him, a small whine escaping your parted lips as your hips rolled against his. Oh... OH... Is y/n-? oh fuck y/n is dreaming... and grinding on me... fuck, this shouldn’t feel so good... He tries his hardest to go back to sleep, but the feeling of your sleeping body brushing up against his cock keeps him wide awake. He was trying to stay perfectly still until he heard your tiny whisper “Hanta~”... His hips involuntarily thrust, drawing out the most sinful moan from your throat as the head of his dick added friction on your clit that woke you up. You start to move away, embarrassed and hoping to check that he’s still asleep, but Sero’s grip tightens around your thigh and presses you harder onto him.

“Good morning to you, too~... If you needed my help getting off, you could’ve just asked, babygirl~” The lust and sleep clouding his voiced, combined with the steady roll of his hips makes you whimper and tuck your face into his neck.

“Awww so shy~ You were moaning my name earlier. Why don’t we see how loud I can make you, princess?” He speaks lowly as he flips you onto your back, hovering over you.

“I- I... Please.” You breathe wrapping your legs around his waist and stare up at him, wiggling your hips and sliding your hands up his biceps.

“Can I- Can I kiss you? Are you sure you want this? I’ve had feelings for you since before I moved in and I just... I never want to hurt you.” Cupping your cheek and searching your face for any hesitation, Sero starts succumbing to his own insecurities. He never wants to hurt you, and he knows he isn’t the flashy hero some of his friends seem to be... He needs to hear you say it.

“Sero... Yes~. I want you, please kiss me... I feel the same way. Please~...” Upon hearing your confession, Sero slotted his lips against yours. The kiss was sweet, gentle. Breathing each other in felt so right, so natural, and you followed his lead when he slid his hold to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. His hand drifted down, following the curve of your breasts, tracing your sides and resting on the pouch of your tummy. Just as you were starting to feel self conscious, Sero groans and moves to kiss your neck, mumbling “You’re so beautiful, y/n. Fuck, so perfect. You feel so soft, I need you so bad~” The whimper he draws from you when he sucks a deep mark into the column of your throat is absolutely lewd, you can barely believe it came from you. He kisses his way down your body, leaving hickies along your skin and squeezing every inch he can get his hands on. You look down at him, his eyes dark with lust and admiration as he leaves opened mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, making you more needy than you thought possible. He strokes his thumb along your clothed slit and moans at your wetness.

“Fuck- you’re so wet for me, angel. I want to taste you, you’re so cute like this. Let’s take these off, yeah?” He looks to you and hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, asking for permission and grinning like an idiot when you lift your hips to help him. Before you can say anything, he’s prying your legs open and diving in, moaning as he laps your slit and sucks your clit into his mouth. You run your fingers through his hair and grip him, pulling him into you and grinding against his face. His groans send vibrations straight to your core, pinning your hips with one arm and sliding two fingers into your dripping cunt.

“M-more!! Oh god, please Sero, just like that- I want more!” You moan so prettily for him, but he wants something more. He releases your clit with a pop and leans up, stilling his fingers inside you and wrapping his free hand around your neck. The pressure and dominance has you clenching around his fingers, and he takes notice.

“You either call me Hanta or Papi, nothing else. You understand? I want you to say my name when you cum.” He commands, and sends a shiver down your spine. “Oh you like that, huh?~ I can feel you squeezing my fingers. Why don’t you tell me what you want, baby?~”

Your brain goes hazy when he leans in and places little love bites on your neck and collarbones. “PAPI~! Yes, I love it! Please fuck me, I want to feel you, I need moreee~” You pant as he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you unbearably empty.

“Oh baby, I’ll fill you up, don’t worry. But first, why don’t you suck my cock?~” He strips himself of his boxers and flips the two of you, pulling you on top of him. He’s so long, just thick enough to stretch you and reach every amazing spot inside of you. The sight of his hard length has you drooling, anticipating feeling the weight of him on your tongue. You give the head a few kitten licks, relishing in the way he groans and twitches in your hand. He laces his fingers at the base of your head and lets you set your own pace, wrapping your plush lips around him. Bobbing your head up and down, running your tongue along the vein on the underside of his dick and swirling it around the head- you love seeing his reactions. The way his breathing increases and his hips buck when you hollow your cheeks. He looks so pretty like this, you can’t help but rub your thighs together for some kind of friction. Luckily, he notices how desperate you’ve gotten and pulls you up to straddle him with one hand still on your hair and the other gripping your hip, calloused fingers digging in and massaging the fat there.

“As much as I want to cum in that perfect little mouth, I think my baby needs to be filled, yeah?” He fists his cock and strokes the head through your wetness, gathering your slick and making you involuntarily grind against him. “Beg for my cock, babygirl~, tell Papi what you want.” The smirk on his face is utterly sinful, teasing you and enjoying the fucked out expression on your beautiful face.

“PLEASE I want your cock, I wanna be full, just fuck me already!!! Please stop teasing me Hantaaa~” Just as you grind your hips down onto him, he thrusts into you, cutting off your pleading with a needy moan. “Ah~ fuck- so full, so full, oh my god! Yes Papi~!”

“Oh shit angel, fuck- you feel so good.” Hanta grabs your hips and helps you slowly fuck yourself on him, “Just like that, baby, just like that. Ride my fucking cock. Fuck- you’re so tight...”

The dirty talk pouring out of Hanta’s mouth, combined with the stretch of his hot length stirring up your insides, you find yourself embarrassingly close to climax already. Your first orgasm hits you like a train, completely knocking the air out of your lungs and causing you to collapse onto Hanta’s chest. He seizes the opportunity to flip the two of you, holding you underneath him and fucking you into the mattress.

“Ah ah ahhhhh~ Hantaaa~ I can’t! I can’t, I just came, it’s too much!!! oh FUCK Papi!!!” You feel the tears welling up in your eyes from the overstimulation and pleasure.

“Yes you can, babygirl. You’re taking me so well, you’re such a good girl. I know you love it, I can feel your pussy flutter around me. So honest, angel. You’re so perfect like this- fuck.” Hanta grips the back of your thighs and pushes your knees to the bed, hitting even deeper within you. The head of his cock kisses your cervix with every thrust and makes you scream out, nails digging into his back, and egging him on.

“Come on, mi amor, cum with me. I know you can, I can tell you’re so fucking close... Cum on my cock, that’s right. Cum for me.” His long fingers reach down and rub quick circles on your clit. He leans in to sink his teeth into the junction of your neck and your shoulder, sending you over the edge into your climax. Your vision goes white and you clamp down around him, cunt spasming as you squirt all over his thighs and abs.

“F-fuck!!! That’s so fucking hot~ I’m gonna- Ah~” He fills you to the brim with his sticky release, the warmth spreading through your core and coating your walls. Hanta releases your legs and lays on top of you, sweaty bodies pressed together until he comes down from his high.

“That was so amazing, angel. You were so good for me. Such a pretty baby, all mine...” He pulls back to kiss your temple and rolls over, petting your hair and lightly scratching your back.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me... I always want to be yours.” You giggle, bubbly at his claim on you and still buzzing from your high. You curl up into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him close. “Mine.”

“Mmhmm, all yours.” He breathes a chuckle and places a kiss to your hairline. “I’m glad I can warm you up, lovebug.” He smiles as your breathing evens out, falling asleep with you in his arms.

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