#so cozy I’m going to turn into goo

[lostcauseinc]

I would :3

I’d gently wipe away the blood from your wounds, using a napkin sprayed with that anti bacterial stuff.

I’d stop slightly each time you flinched from the pain, chuckling a little. Such a little idiot, my little idiot 💜

I’d compliment the cute shapes you’ve torn into your skin. “Is this for me?” I’d ask while pointing at a little heart. You’re so precious <3

After I finish I’d give you a firm talking to. Not about the dangers of doing this or how it’s wrong but, your technique.

“You’ll do better for mommy next time, okay? <3”

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Jahdjabdjsb Hii! Surprise! Little rabbit has a little Dom side? It comes out occasionally but I’m usually gentle with it yes?

Hope you enjoyed this gentler side of things though. I just had to get this out since your last posts just brought out the worried mom in me x3

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My most genuine response to this would just be a lot of happy stimming but I will do my best to write something coherent for you. 💔

I can just imagine curling up around you in a position that looks so horribly uncomfortable, but it lets me get as close to you as possible while still letting you clean me up so it’s perfect. And making dumb little whiny noises anytime something hurts and feeling all warm when you do a soft little laugh in response. Maybe being told a very gentle “hush, you can handle a little pain.” Trying so very hard to grumble or argue when I get called an idiot only to process the “my” part a second too late and absolutely melt.

Lazily nodding when you ask if something’s for you, only to sit up and point at a few different little marks and shapes and look up at you with the most excited expression. “Aww, those are for me too?” And I just melt back into your side instead of responding because you already know the answer.

I can’t- Look I can’t give a good response to the last bit because every time I read it my head turns to static. I have no words, just imagine a very intense foot-shaking stim and me hiding my face and physically being unable to speak for like ten minutes because I keep going back over it in my head and getting flustered again. This is psychological warfare. I cannot function like this.

(… I’ll do better next time, promise.)

. . . H i.

It’s nice. You’re nice. I’ve been having a really fucking awful time trying to sleep lately? And this was so cozy it knocked me out. So thank you, your worried mom side is lovely and I’m going to continue being a mess about it. 💔

This might not be. The greatest response ever right. But I think it’s good considering how fuzzy my head gets every time I look at this. Please have mercy I am horribly weak and frail and will melt under the slightest show of care or gentleness.

[urfavlarry]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN LETS GOO!

I just have this crazy idea which is kinda cringy but can you do a soulmate au with tyler where the last thing your soulmate says to you is written on your wrist, but it changes when they are in the phantom realm and then tyler dies, or something like that

i know it sounds stupid but thanks if you decide to do it ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

Meant to be part I.

Tyler Hernández x reader

warnings: swearing, bad grammar

genre: fluff

A/N: soo about the thing your soulmate says to you is on your wrist.. I made it so it’s the sentance your soulmate WILL say to you.. like the thing that is written on your wrist will happen in the future yk ?? like you have it ever since you were born and it dissapears when you meet your soulmate and they say the sentance to you! hope thats not confusing lmao

A/N 2.0: FUCKING HELL I JUST REALISED I MESSED THE WHOLE REQUEST UP OMG GIRLLL.. nah I’m so sorry but in the part two ill make it that in the phantom dimension its the opposite of the real world, you have your soulmates last words on your wrist so bare with me here okay

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“She’s probably the one that played that stupid prank on us.”

That was the sentance written on your wrist for about 16 years. You have no idea what it means since you weren’t the type to prank people since you thought those kinds of things were stupid and childish. You walk through the streets of Savannah, staring down at your phone. You were in Savannah for a school trip, another school coming along with you for 2 days. While you were lost in thought you feel someone crashing into you. Groaning, you put a hand on your head since they kind of hit you in the head pretty bad. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” A girl with short black hair and tattoos says to you, quickly getting up and looks you up and down; “Maybe as a sorry I could give you a tour of the Sorrel Weed house?” She says and eagerly waits for your answer; “A group cancelled on me so I have some free tickets left?” You look down at your phone, seeing that you still have about an hour left before having to go back to meet up with your class. “I um, sure? I have time.” She smiles and hands you one ticket and drags you to what looks like a very, very old house. She tells you to look around for a bit and that she will be back with some more people in a few minutes and to not touch anything.

A few minutes pass and she comes back with a group you noticed when you were walking to your room at the motel. You notice a boy with dark red hair and a girl, who is most likely his twin look at you. The girl smiled at you so you did so as well to not seem rude, but the boy just.. glared?? You shrugged it off and admired the old architecture of the house. It was a cozy but creepy looking house, it had some hidden details you wondered about. You liked imagining about what kind of memories the people that lived here had. Maybe they were a noble family that were secretely some sort of criminals? Or maybe it was a big family that struggled to keep themselves on their feet? You follow the others as the black haired girl, whos name you couldn’t remember lead you into an eerie looking room. You get chills down your spine and put on your hoodie, a really evident drop in temperature being in the room.

A phone ringing echoed through the room, the black haired girl excusing herself and left the room in a hurry. You eye the group who were whispering something to each other, the boy from earlier still eyeing you as you were some sort of pray. You hear the ginger girl talk about some sort of sensitivity to sound, the blonde boy and the grumpy one were fascinated by it. You walk past them and turn towards them, eyeing them from behind. You notice a strange figure behind the ginger girl, getting creeped out you gasp, alerting the others as well. “Ashlyn.. Behind you.” A boy with glasses says and you shiver, your whole body tensing up.

The girl flinched and falls to the ground, the mysterious figure disappearing in a heart beat. “What was that thing?” “A ghost maybe?” The blonde boy says as if this whole encounter was the most hilarious thing ever. The brunette boy scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah as if, ghosts aren’t real.” He looks towards you and his brows furrow. He steps closer to you and pushes you towards the group. You stumble back, tripping on your feet but catch yourself before you could fall on your ass. “Rude much..” You mumble but immediately shut up when you see his pissed face.

“She’s probably the one that played that stupid prank on us.”

Your face goes pale, a tingly feeling welling up in your arm. He was your soulmate. You don’t say anything and just push past them. leaving the creepy house and hurry back to meet with your class. You were quiet the whole time at your hotel room, your roommates doing their own thing as you just layed there on your bed. It was about 11:43pm and you couldn’t get that boy off your mind. The other school, which they were from was just on the floor below yours. You wonder what your first words to him will be. You decide to go and speak to the ginger haired girl, thinking that she looked pretty nice you went downstairs and went to what you think was their room, at least that’s where you saw them enter. You knock on the door and pray for them to not be asleep when you hear the door open, and there she was. “Hey um, I was the one that was at that weird house with you guys.. I was wondering if we could um.. be friends?” You ask and mentally face palm at your shyness. She looks you up and down and yells some girls name. The girl, AKA the grumpy boys twin appears behind her and speaks up; “Hey! I remember you! You were with us at that house. Come in!” She says with a smile and you nod, walking in. “We were about to go to sleep but we could have a sleepover.” She says and you nod, introducing yourself; “Oh and by the way, I’m Y/N.” You say and they introduce themselves as Taylor and Ashlyn. You sit down on the floor and when you go and speak, your whole world goes black.

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A/N: haha bet you didn’t expect a cliffhanger !! I’ll make a part two soon so dw and make sure to take care of yourself guys~ :D

[clonewarslover55]

I’m sad that there’s nothing about Commander Monk too :(

May we please fix that? Maybe some SFW/NSFW headcanons :)

Hell yeah we can fix that!!! I was super excited to do this!! 

This got me out of my writing funk!! I'm back babyyy

Commander Monnk relationship headcanons SFW and NSFW

(There are some general head canons as well, I had way too much fun with his character. I mention Kit Fisto a lot in here as well)

Notes: We don’t see much of Monnk so I had to make up a good portion of his character myself. Which I had too much fun doing, so this is kinda long

Also there is no official regiment name(Like the 501st or 212th) for Kist Fisto, Commander Monnk and their boys?!?!?!?!? So I think I should fix that eventually....

Gif incase you guys don't remember how smoking fucking hot he is

SFW

This man probably loves literally any body of water 

He loves swimming and all that jazz 

But you def meet him at coruscant drinking and relaxing with some of his fellow scuba boys 

He isn’t strictly a scuba trooper 

He is Kit Fisto’s 24/7 second in command, so he does work on land too

So he looks like your typical “I deal with a crazy Jedi every day and don’t get enough sleep.” clone commander  

He is probably watching a few of his friends dance around and flirt poorly 

As he leans against the bar with a drink in his hand 

He looks kinda tired and unamused by the bar scene 

But don’t underestimate him 

This man is definitely a flirt 

And damn is he good!! 

He has learned from the best 

The best? Kit Fisto 

Kit has taught him how to charm the pants off of anybody 

Does it work? 

Maybe

But Monnk isn’t the one to not text you after a date or night of fun 

You get a good morning and things keep going from there 

Most of your dates are, of course, at your place 

Monnk shows up with flowers and snacks 

If you make dinner he would love to help! 

He doesn’t know jack shit about cooking 

All he can do is make a mean cup of coffee and some instant cup noodles 

But he wants to learn and learn fast! 

Monnk can be trusted in the kitchen too, he won’t burn down your home

As your relationship grows over time, Monnk’s cooking improves 

Soon he begins to cook for you! And he's good at it!

He brags to his brothers and definitely brings some leftovers to them 

Maybe he cooks for them, maybe he tells them to learn for themselves 

It’s both 

Like all clones, Monnk is touched starved 

This man just wants some cuddles 

And for someone who isn’t a fellow clone to braid his hair 

Monnk definitely has long hair

And melts when you run your fingers through it 

Tracing your fingers along his stubble? He is goo in your hands 

Just touch him, he needs it 

He tries to look all cool and badass (He thinks he is too)

With his matching tattoo sleeves (definitely matches his armor markings and colorings)

And his cool hair and five o’clock shadow 

And that tired look in his eyes

But he is just a big ol’ teddy bear who wants love 

And you are here to provide it 

Monnk is a big time cuddler 

He loves being your weighted blanket 

Just holding you and touching you makes his heart content 

This does mean that he is a slight fan of PDA 

He isn’t extreme with it or too possessive 

Just a tiny bit 

He loves holding your hand, fiddling with your fingers

Monnk doesn’t mess around when it comes to falling in love 

He falls HARD for you (The feeling is of course mutual) 

And is soon making himself right at home in your Coruscant apartment 

You definitely buy him some cozy pajamas and sweatpants 

So he can lounge around in comfort 

In turn he brings you back presents from his missions 

It is often a beautiful rock or a pretty seashell 

Working as a scuba trooper means he has many opportunities to find you cool things 

And boy does he! You have a lot of cool things from his adventures 

Mostly seashells, but one time he brings you home a big ass tooth 

Monnk has a tiny tiny hint of surfer bro in him 

A TINY BIT 

He is flirtatious and very charming 

But sweet! 

He definitely picked up a bit of Kit Fisto’s personality 

So he has great humor and keeps you on your toes 

In every way ;)

Sometimes when he comes home, he’ll just haul you up into his arms and give you a spin 

Monnk loves doing anything he can to keep things interesting and fresh

Everytime he comes home after a mission you get a different kind of greeting 

But he always, ALWAYS, gives you a big kiss 

This man is obsessed with your lips and giving them smooches 

Which you don’t mind because this man is an excellent kisser 

But something he is better at is being a good friend and listener 

He will always be your shoulder to cry on 

He always listens to what you have to say 

Monnk loves every story you have 

He has some good ones himself! 

You two can spend hours just talking to one another 

Enjoying each others company is the perfect date for Monnk 

That and bubble baths 

He loves water, and is in it often, so baths are a good time for him 

He’ll try to be romantic 

And boy howdy is he!! 

He’ll try to set up cute dates and outings with you 

He demands one, sometimes two, date nights per leave 

Monnk gets leave often, not as much as the 501st of course 

Kit is needed on Triple Zero(Coruscant) often 

Monnk tries his hardest to spend every moment with you 

If he can’t he will make up for it 

Monnk thinks you are absolutely beautiful/handsome and lets you know! 

He is always telling you how much he adores and loves you 

And how magnificent you are 

He always has some compliments to give you

He’ll notice the smallest things too

New haircut? He loves it!! New jewelry! He loves it, especially since it's on you!

Being in war leads to PTSD, and of course most, if not all, of the clones have it to a degree 

Including Monnk 

His comes in nightmares, so he doesn’t sleep well or often 

Until he meets you 

The first night he sleeps in your bed he sleeps like the dead  

He sleeps so much better at your side

Holding you in his arms or being held in yours just helps! 

This doesn’t mean that the nightmares stay away completely 

He still has them from time to time 

But with you there to help? They’re never as bad as they used to be 

Monnk absolutely loves you, and he tells you daily 

He has to make sure you remember after all ;)

 

NSFW 

I feel like Kit Fisto makes sure his men know how to properly fuck 

He has a slideshow or something 

So Monnk knows what he is doing down there 

He has a good memory and is a fast learner 

So he quickly learns what makes you tick 

And he never forgets 

Monnk is very attuned at what you like 

Monnk wants nothing more than to pleasure you 

He’ll make sure to always do what you like

Kinky or not! 

Monnk is down for anything

Not at anytime though, he isn’t really down for public sex 

He doesn’t want to get caught or in trouble 

Unless it is on a beach, one of his fantasies is taking you to a nice quiet beach somewhere and just railing you 

Maybe even having another round in the ocean afterwards  

Being a scuba trooper means he has a good set of lungs 

So when he is giving you oral he doesn’t need to take a single breather 

He is down there and giving you the works! 

Monnk loves your taste, and he makes sure you know it by his pleasant noises 

His scruff always tickles you a bit, but it just adds to to the sensation 

Monnk is VERY patient, especially when it comes(pun intended) to you 

He can spend hours just teasing you

Bringing you to the very edge, just to not let you cum

He loves teasing you some, but he isn’t too extreme 

But he never leaves you hanging! He always makes sure you cum 

No matter what, you’re going to cum. Even if it is just a quickie! 

Always making sure you cum is his one rule 

Is this a rule that Kit Fisto gave him? Definitely, and Monnk is a good rule follower 

Which makes things fun when he isn’t topping 

If you two ever play any “games” where he has to listen to you and follow orders? Oh he will 

Monnk will do anything for you, he loves you so much! He’ll try anything once

Monnk will also cum where ever you want him too, he’ll do it pretty much anywhere 

Inside you, painting you in it, whatever you want 

All clones have a bit of a breeding kink, but his isn’t too bad 

So he doesn’t HAVE to cum inside you, but he does enjoy it 

Painting you in it also does something to him

He just enjoys marking you, no matter if it is with cum or with love bites 

He loves kissing you during sex, his mouth hardly leaves your body 

He just can’t help himself! You’re just so kissable 

Monnk is a romantic, so he loves some soft intimate nights 

Fucking you slowly, hitting every spot so perfectly 

But he isn’t always soft and romantic 

Sometimes he fucks like a beast 

He loves taking you roughly until you’re both spent and out of breath 

Monnk enjoys when he has time with you, so he has time to properly worship your body 

Monnk thinks you are the most beautiful person in the galaxy 

And he lets you know! 

Through words, praises, and actions 

He loves praising you during sex, he is always throwing compliments and soft phrases your way 

He likes praise in return, but he prefers touch 

Run your nails down his spine, make him shiver

Bury your hands into his hair, it’ll drive him nuts 

Any sort of touching, rough or soft, drives monnk wild 

Monnk enjoys quickies, but he doesn’t like them as much because he can’t do much aftercare, if any at all 

He also doesn't like it because he doesn’t have the amount of time to properly worship your body 

He is great at aftercare, he makes you feel so loved and cared for 

He’ll clean you up and sometimes even draw up a warm bath 

Bathtub sex almost always happens though 

He loves some good ol’ sex in some water 

But it all depends on what you guys did and how tired you are 

Because sometimes Monnk will leave you both so spent that you want to sleep immediately 

He’ll give the softest kisses afterwards 

After you guys cool down and relax in the afterglow, he is down for pillow talk 

He actually loves pillow talk 

But by the end of the night, he makes sure you fall asleep safe and sound in his arms

[koolkat9]

Warm and Cozy

Rating: T

Relationship: GerFrukPort

Word Count: 770

Read on AO3

Arthur couldn’t breathe. Flames danced behind his closed eyes as he fought for air. His lungs burned, but as he blinked open his blurry eyes it wasn’t smoke that scorched them. He wasn’t even in the midst of the burning street. Instead, he was squished between two warm bodies; Afonso and Francis. It would have been a nice wake-up call that he really needed if they weren’t suffocating him.

Carefully, Arthur wiggled out of the embrace to catch his breath. He looked over to ensure his lovers were still fast asleep only to find one missing. Had Ludwig even come to bed after Arthur, Francis, and Afonso turned in for the night?

Well, it wasn’t like Arthur was going to be going back to bed anytime soon, his body still shaking from the nightmare before. He set off into the dark halls in search of his missing lover.

Ludwig sat hunched over the kitchen table, a collection of papers splayed out and a mug in his grip.

“Have you been up this entire time?” Arthur asked, leaning against the door frame.

Ludwig straightened. “What are you doing up?”

“I asked my question first.”

Ludwig peeked over his shoulder. “Maybe I have…Now what are you doing up?”

Arthur sauntered over to the table, taking a seat across from Ludwig. “Nightmare.”

“I see. Want to talk about it?”

“Not really. I barely remember it anyway.”

“There should be some tea left if you want. Chamomile.”

Arthur smiled, giving Ludwig a peck on the cheek as he passed by him on the way to the kettle. With a mug in hand, he joined Ludwig once again, this time sitting beside him so he could rest his head on Ludwig’s shoulder.

They lapsed into silence, Arthur watching lazily as Ludwig’s pencil scratched along the papers. He should have been telling Ludwig to get to bed, that the paperwork would be there in the morning. But he didn’t. He wasn’t ready to go to sleep, and he didn’t want to be up alone.

“You two should be in bed,” Francis rasped, appearing in the doorway with a half-asleep Afonso lagging behind.

“I’m almost done,” came Ludwig’s automated reply.

Francis scoffed, marching over to the table and snatching up the papers.

“Francis–” But before Ludwig could get another word out, two arms slunk around his neck.

“Vem cá, meu amor,” Afonso murmured into Ludwig’s hair, “You’ve worked so hard already. Just come to bed, and we can all cuddle.”

“And what are you doing up?” Francis asked, turning to Arthur accusingly.

“Couldn’t get back to sleep,” Arthur shrugged.

Francis pursed their lips, eyes narrowing, but they didn’t press the issue. “Afonso’s right, let’s get to bed. We don’t have to sleep right away, but at least we’re resting. Together.”

“Let us finish our tea first,” Arthur huffed.

Francis rolled his eyes but let them finish. As soon as the last drop was drunk, he was shooing both Arthur and Ludwig back to bed with the help of Afonso.

Arthur flopped onto the bed, Ludwig crawling in beside him more carefully. Afonso pressed up behind Arthur, holding just how he knew Arthur liked it: a bit of pressure around the waist, nose buried in the crook of the Brit’s neck so he could steal an occasional kiss on the nape. Francis slunk halfway on top of Ludwig so he wouldn’t be able to sneak off.

Arthur couldn’t help but smile slightly, warm and cozy with all his lovers.

Ludwig was the first to nod off. Good. He had been having trouble sleeping, working late into the night, and overthinking everything he still had to do once he finally did come to bed. At least now he was sound asleep, face finally relaxed.

Francis followed not long after. Ear over Ludwig’s heart, the beat sending him off. He always had such long lashes that mesmerized Arthur.

“You need to sleep,” Afonso mumbled against Arthur’s neck.

“Yeah, Yeah. I’m going. You need to sleep too.”

“Not until you do, meu coelho. Can’t have you up and stressing.”

A light blush spread across Arthur’s face. Afonso kissed up and down his neck turning Arthur’s limbs into goo. He didn’t know if he wanted to curse his Portuguese lover out because how dare he know all of his weaknesses or if he should inch a little closer and willingly melt in Afonso’s warmth.

But sleep gave him his answer: a quiet acceptance of the affection he so desperately craved and now got without so much as a word. It didn’t take him long before the warmth lulled him back to sleep.

Translations: Vem cá, meu amor = Come now, love

meu coelho = my bunny

[tumblingxelian]

Bumbleby Week Day 2: Meeting the Parents / Meeting the Family

#bumblebyweek and #bumblebyweek2022 @bumblebyweek-blog

A Bird on the Balcony

Yang’s apartment was a nice place, Blake had often thought. Small but not cramped, homey but not crowded with Knick knacks. It was an especially welcome sight after a very long night at the theater. 

The door flung open as Yang sighed, “Ah, home sweet home,” flicking on a light and illuminating her cozy loungeroom and the adjoining kitchen. 

“Mhm,” Blake murmured, kicking off her shoes, “I really didn’t expect that encore performance.” 

“Right? I mean it was goo...” Yang let out a groan as she pushed her hands against her back, the lavender dress hugging her frame glinting subtly in the lights. “... But with those seat, an early end would have been merciful.” 

“Maybe they’ll book a better theater next time,” Blake mused, reaching up and gently uncoiling Yang’s hair from the silver claps that had kept it bound in a bun all night. 

The golden locks washed down her back like streams of sunlight, as the woman turned to smile at her. “Well, we’ll have to see, for now, make yourself comfortable.” She cradled Blake’s chin and kissed her lips, a breathy whisper on her lips, “I’m going to hit the shower, you can join me whenever.” 

Blake swallowed, almost reaching out to grasp her girlfriends hips but no, not yet, Yang had made her conditions clear, and Blake was not about to miss her chance by being over eager. 

So she just watched the blonde go, lazily pulling at her tie as Yang winked at her and disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of water beginning to run making her ears twitch. 

Blake was drawn from her musings by a snort, “Well, you must be oh so special.” 

Spinning around she braced for an attack and froze at the sight before her. 

It was a woman, wild dark hair and crimson eyes, in red and black kimono like garb. She had a sword hanging from her hip and her face was the near spitting image of Yang’s give or take twenty years. 

‘Well, save for the sneer,’ Blake mused, looking over the woman on the balcony. 

Coming out of her stance, she rested her hands on her hips, “And you must be Raven Branwen.” 

That stopped the woman short, for but a moment, “I see my reputation precedes me, or that my Yang has been letting her tongue get loose.” 

Blake shrugged in mock humility, “Yang told me herself, its like you said I guess, I’m special.” 

“Cocky too it seems,” Raven growled, pushing off from the balcony and striding inside, trying to loom over Blake, but she was an inch shorted than her daughter, so the effect was somewhat lessened. Though, in all fairness her wild mane made her look bigger than she was. 

“I don’t recall her inviting you in,” Blake said levelly. 

“I don’t need an invitation to check on my daughter.” 

“Well as you saw and heard, she’s fine, we’re fine.” 

That made the woman smirk, viciously, “Oh so I’ve seen, she’s never been so forward before, and if one seemed like that might get that close I’d usually chase them off. Can’t be too careful now can I?” she intoned, striding around Blake in a tight circle, hand on her sword. 

“Yang’s a very mature woman, she can take care of herself I think.” 

Raven snorted, “She’s too trusting if she’d welcome someone as bloodstained as you into her home.” The woman leaned in at her back, “Leave, you have no place her, soldier of the White Fang.” 

Blake glanced over her shoulder, flashing her fangs she smiled, “Actually, we’ve discussed that at length. Its like I said, your daughter is very mature, and has been a big help to me in these past months.” 

Raven’s jaw made to open and then snapped shut, her grip tightened on her sword-

When suddenly a towel impacted with the side of her head, nearly sending her to the ground as Yang shrieked. 

“What are you doing here again!?” Stomping out of the shower, her hair freed from the towel she’d evidently been covering it with, and a big, fluffy red towel protecting her modesty. 

“Daughter I-” 

“I told you to stop pulling this kind of junk,” Yang interrupted snatching up a broom leaning against the wall as she marched into the room. “Don't make me use this!” 

“Yang- Ow! Stop it,- ck, Daughter- Yang!” Raven scrambled around the living room and raced for the balcony, her foot slammed against the railing as she leapt from the edge. 

“Wait!” Blake cried out, only to stagger to a stop as Raven’s body twisted and turned until it was a literal Raven. 

The bird shouted in a rough voice, “You're making a-” 

She was cut off by Yang slamming the sliding door shut and pulling the curtains closed. 

“Honestly, that woman!” She stomped her foot and roughly ran her hands through her hair. “She is a menace!” Turning to face her, Yang cradled her cheek, “She didn’t spook you did she?” 

Blake licked her lips, mouth popping as she tried to process what she’d just seen and came up short. “She surprised me, both of you did, but I’ve not been given a real fright if that's what you’re worried about.” 

Yang met their gaze levelly, “And you don’t have any questions?” 

Blake shrugged, “No more than you about me, I can wait.” 

Yang smiled, her eyes shining, “Good answer, gorgeous,” and pulled her into a kiss, welcoming it as Blake’s arms snaked around her waste and pulled her close. 

[farfrompleasant]

Happy Freyja Friday!!! 💖🎉😘

It's almost your actual one year anniversary with the freyby! What a beautiful journey and union you two have had 💞💞💞 to many more!!!

TWO sheds in two months?! Miss Thing is back to doing the most I see! How are you two faring these days? How's school treating ya?

Philly actually planted a lot of honey locust for beautification/urban green planning, and I've read/seen that you can take the seed pods and boil the sweet um goo (??? I'm not a scientist lol) out of them to make a natural plant-based sweetener! But, obviously all the seed pods I see have been crushed by cars and feet and rained on and peed on etc etc so that's a no go 😢

One day, my foraging dreams will come true lol have you seen Alexis Nikole Nelson's (aka the Black forager) content on social media? She's super awesome.

A feeble attempt was made to revive the book club but it's still pretty dead lol at least we have this 😘

I made a dog fort out of our bed when it was really cold last month and Nova was hogging it the other day 😂

Happy Freyja Friday!!!

I’m actually on time chdhhdhdhdjskendbjdjf, absolutely insane!💀 it will be an entire year I’m just two days and I can’t cope! It feels like we’ve been with each other for a much longer time, and I’m just baffled at the fact that she grew to love me in just a year😳 it’s giving fall in love at a certain amount of time trope, if you know what I mean then you know! (I hope you do…) but still, thank you friend… you’re the sweetest evers!🥺❤️ and I want you to know that with every union, you’re also apart of it as you were there during the early days of my journey with this scaly girl c;

I still can’t get over the back to back shedding, and apparently neither can Freyja. Her beard has been dark during the process😅 anywho, I am doing okay. Between school, work, and having minor health issues going on I think I’m tackling things rather well. As for our girl, she’s a lot happier these days; we’re expanding her diet, and gathering accessories for her enclosure in hopes of sprucing it up! And she’s always warm despite the bitter winter biting us all in the rear before it’s officially spring. Seriously, thank goodness for ceramic heating!

Honey locus? I have to look that up, friend! I didn’t know that was a tree 🥺 very mesmerizing tree with a cool base and warm, autumn favored leaves… I want to see more of those! Philly has good taste. Got me romanticizing a type of tree 🤭 wait— so you’re saying that with this sweet goo that is extracted from these pods, you can make an organic sweetener?! That’s amazing 🤩 I hate that there’s no real opportunity to do that given that you’re living in a city where plant life/resources aren’t necessarily considered(?) Like, if it was cleaner and plants weren’t looked at as embellishments, then that it would totally be doable imo 🥺

I can’t wait to witness your foraging, I just know that it would bring me so much joy as a) you are doing your hobby and b) you’re sharing it with me and teaching me a few things along the way c; I can’t say that I heard about Alexis Nikole Nelson or any of her work but I’ll check it out whenever I can find some time ☺️

And 😭 rip to our bookclub! It was initially productive, and I loved being apart of it along with just hearing everyone’s perspectives on the material c: not to mention I totally bragged about it to my therapist at one point 🤭 it’s a flex, okay! I feel that there may be a revival period if someone finds a really good read 😂

That is soooo cute friend! A doggie fort sounds so cozy and I know for a fact that some cuddles took place 🥰 and of course Nova is basking in the comfort of it all, I really love that for her❤️ I hope Abbie and Lizzie are getting their turns whenever they can lolol and that Wallace and Heller are experiencing great comforts as well in their own feline way c: I feel like they probably squeeze their way into certain nooks and crannies that would incite a war if bothered or removed 😂😅

And of course, I hope Philly weather is being kind to you my good friend 🥰 hope you are feeling well and will continue to prosper in any way you see fit!

This is a day after her second shed, she’s obsessed with resting here again for whatever reason c:

[ginalinettiofficial]

also this week has beat me tf up and it’s only thursday 😂 but it’s fine because my week was front loaded so i don’t work again until monday i have time to recover my sanity !!! and also while it was very tiring it was also a very cute week. lots of solid cuddle time w the babes. yesterday me and b2 straight up just cuddled up on the couch under some blankets and listened to music for an hour straight. also they’ve both started doing this thing where whenever i say “okay i’m tired i’m gonna get comfy here and curl up w a blanket and pillow” (ofc i cannot truly nap while the babes are awake but i CAN lay down and watch them out of the corner of my eye whilst lazing about and i’ll only even get my head stepped on like three times) b2 will stop what he’s doing and just come over and give me a kiss and g1 is doing it too because monkey see monkey do and it is. the sweetest and most thoughtful and beautiful thing in the world. he doesn’t say anything he’s just like “oh daina is laying down. better give her a kiss to go along with her coziness.” like wtf. who allowed him to be the cutest sweetest boy in the whole wide world???? who gave him permission to turn my heart to goo???? insane. anyways i love my job a whole lot even when it means i need to sequester myself in bed for a full day afterwards like a victorian maiden too overwhelmed by the stresses of the world. children are so wild but so lovely to be around. but also. sometimes they both scream at the same time and i don’t care for that at ALL. can’t win a fight with a 2 year old i’ll tell you that! they may not win but they will make damn sure that you lose

[usagisbanexd]

+ SUPER SOLDIER SAILOR STARS #07 * _) _) >>C===3 :-* Kawaii Slash Lovers Collide Cosmic Paradise // Sailor Moon/Pokémon/Potterverse Altfic Crossover, CHAPTER 1.0.007

Fanfic. LGBT+. Mature.

1.0.007 WHAT Does She know, Baby?

Our dungy earth alike feeds beasts and man. And all around the field the voices ricochet like entities approaching the portals of their shadows, breeding them in offering, circles around the king. Satoshi’s eye is like a waking orb inflating balloon-like from inside the little cavity, cozy summer’s bright white reprimand, and Mommy picks him up from practice, the sand on his shoes the sand in the hairs of the backseat’s gray carpet, the sand on the mat, the smell of sunscreen. Satoshi’s big adventure. Middle school. Pilgrimage. All of it reaches back to him through time, the hum of Laprys eternal, Laprys shook, Laprys sacrificed, Laprys penisless, Laprys inflatable. Pika. Satoshi wishes he could say Pika. She’s forgotten herself. He’s forgotten why. Was it Shigeru who broke the elastic on his briefs, turned the hugging band into a shaming hoop pinned akimbo against the white glaze goo all over his thigh? Was it Shigeru who pushed him against that locker, dashed his head against the drinking fountain, stole his textbook? Yeah. He knows. He doesn’t need confirmation. Those are his memories. The boy emperor presagath famine. Ash just listens, Ash knows the truth.

          Pika with her cold grave hand says ‘Satoshi, come,’ and the little plushie beckons him on. Unsexed cartoons like water buffalo graze toward the shiny pond, and Satoshi feels in her heart a kiln’s excitement. A kiln’s adventure. She never won those badges. Every kid gets those badges. Every baby gets a ribbon, but ribbons are for girls, and ribbons look like beauty in girls’ bright silk strawberry hair. Who is the princess in the moon? Why does she call for me? Clefairy knows the answer, she scratches at her Ball, and I smell sunscreen and hear Pika pikaing like he has to pee. So we stop on the neighbor’s lawn, and I can feel hot sweats on the skin under the epidermis of my face, my cheek, my neck. I’m a little black-haired boy with my hand in the cookie jar. King Michael Jackson beside me with his hot face against mine, his wide jaw, his gait, his sawblade eyes, his charming adorable delusion, my fluttering heart. I let Butterfree go. Why did I let Butterfree go?

          Satoshi charming though she is has a penis. A big Asian penis, thick and round, tied in a bow on her eighteenth birthday. It was Gary who made her this way, who stripped her of the letter BOY and gave her a new one, an upside-down shame she’d wear in her drawers like a tag that reads ‘UNCLEAN.’

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 133: Married

"Look at him," Draco said to Pansy, tipping slightly further than he'd intended to when he was trying to get a better look at the ridiculously hot bloke leaning against the bar.

"Who?" Pansy asked, whipping her head around to follow Draco's gaze.

"Him," Draco said, extending his arm and bumping his finger into Pansy's nose because his inebriation had apparently affected his gross motor control. "The one with the arse," he said, admiring the lovely, round shape wrapped in tight denim. "Don't you just want to sink your teeth into it?" he asked.

"Draco, wh-"

"And that hair," he added, imagining what it would look like if you released those dark curls from the elastic currently binding them. "Imagine sinking your fingers into that long thick hair, maybe pulling it a little while you-"

"Draco-" she started again.

"Shush," he chastised, "Don't interrupt a good day dream," he said, glaring at her. He returned his eyes to the man at the bar once more, "And look at his shoulder muscles," he added, admiring the way his t-shirt pulled taut across his broad shoulders. The man reached back and scratched his neck, forearm flexing, and Draco might have drooled a bit.

"Draco," she tried again, "How drunk are you?"

He glanced at her before hearing the man laugh and looking back over to see his head tilt back, exposing his throat. He was too distracted to even wonder why he knew that the laugh belonged to the man in the first place. "I'm going to talk to him," he said resolutely before throwing back the shot that remained in front of him and shoving his chair back.

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He smoothed his hair and blew out a nervous breath as he made his way over to the bar, sidling up next to the handsome stranger, "Hello," he said.

The man turned impossibly beautiful green eyes on him, an eye brow rose as his eyes drifted over Draco's face. "Hi," he replied in a voice that felt like honey in Draco's veins as the corner of his mouth ticked up, exposing a dimple.

He swallowed and the man's eyes dropped to his throat. "I'm Draco," he said, holding out a hand.

The man's smile widened, "Harry," he replied, clasping Draco's hand in his.

The name was a bit plain, but Draco could imagine the way it would feel in his mouth as he neared an orgasm, open and delicious. A shiver traced it's way up his spine. "Nice to meet you," Draco replied. "Can I get you a drink?"

"I'm just drinking soda tonight," he said, nodding toward his cup.

Draco frowned, "Then why are you here?"

"Waiting for someone."

Jealously burned hot and bright in his stomach. "Well where are they?" he demanded. Harry opened his mouth to respond but Draco continued, "It seems pretty rude if you ask me."

"Does it?" Harry asked, his voice warm and amused, and almost fond.

"Yes. Is it a friend?"

"More than a friend," the other man replied, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"A lover?" he asked.

"Closer."

He felt nauseous, "Are you married?" he asked.

"I am," the man replied, holding up his left hand so Draco could see the ring.

"Oh," he whispered, why did that make him feel so sad? "Right," he said, sniffling and blinking against the stinging wetness in his eyes.

"Draco," Harry said, reaching toward him.

"No, it's okay," he said, nodding to himself. "It's fine. You're very kind but-"

"Draco," he repeated, taking Draco's left hand and holding it up, "It's you, you nut," he said with a laugh, "You're my husband," he added, pointing to the matching wedding band on his finger.

"I'm your husband?" he asked incredulously, looking between his ring and the man's face.

Harry nodded, laughing softly at whatever expression was painted on Draco's face.

"Wait a minute," he said, pointing a finger at Harry. The other man held his hand up in surrender and Draco spun around and made his way back to Pansy. "That is my husband?" he hissed.

She took a sip of her martini and turned her gaze from the woman a few tables over. "Yes, darling. I tried to tell you."

"He's my husband?" Draco asked, his eyes feeling suspiciously misty again.

Pansy rolled her eyes, "Yes. This happens every time you drink Frangelico. We need to stop letting you drink those birthday cake shots."

"It's my birthday?"

She shook her head, "No," she said in exasperation. "You just like the way those shots taste."

"Oh," he said, frowning again.

"Tell Harry it's time to take you home."

He glanced back over to see that Harry was leaning a hip against the bar as he watched Draco talk to Pansy. Harry gave him a little smile and Draco's insides turned to goo. "Alright," he replied, smiling helplessly back. "Night, Pans."

"Good night, you lush," she replied fondly but Draco was already half way back to Harry.

"Hey," Harry said, giving him a little smile. "Ready to go home?"

Draco nodded and Harry held out an arm for him. He slipped his arm through the other man's and he apparated them home.

"This way, love," Harry called once they landed and Draco got his bearings.

He followed the other man back into a cozy bedroom and watched as Harry stripped out of his shirt. "Oh sweet Merlin," he murmured as his eyes traced the defined musculature of Harry's back.

"What?" Harry asked, turning around and revealing an equally defined front. Draco's jaw dropped and Harry grinned at him, "I always forget how gratifying this is."

"You," Draco said, completely missing whatever it was that Harry said, "You are gorgeous."

"Thank you," Harry replied, stepping closer.

"Can I?" Draco asked, reaching out a hand toward the other man's chest.

He huffed a laugh but nodded.

Draco reached out and trailed his fingers over Harry's clavicles and down his chest, brushing over his lightly defined abs before tracing his way back up once more.

"Draco," Harry breathed, eyes closed as he stood perfectly still, letting Draco's fingers dance along his skin.

"You are unfairly pretty."

Harry's eyes fluttered open.

But before he could say anything Draco asked, "Can I kiss you?"

"If you want to," Harry replied.

He leaned in and pressed his lips softly to the other man's and it was like slipping into a dream he'd had a hundred times. He knew these lips, he knew this body; Draco groaned, pressing into Harry and melding their bodies together.

"There you are," Harry said when Draco drew back far enough to trail kisses along Harry's jaw.

"Love you," he murmured.

"Love you, too," Harry said, tipping his head so he could brush his nose over Draco's.

He sighed and pulled Harry closer, resting his head on his shoulder and hugging him tight.

"Alright?" Harry asked, hands stroking soothingly over Draco's spine.

"Tired," he replied.

Harry pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Time for bed, then."

They went through the familiar motions of getting ready and climbing into bed together. "Harry?" he asked, once they were settled in under the covers and Draco was resting with his ear over Harry's heart. "Thanks for always indulging me."

Harry hummed and Draco could hear the smile in his voice, "It's no hardship," he said. "It's tremendously good for my ego," he added with a little laugh.

"You know you're the only one for me, right?" Draco asked.

He kissed the top of Draco's head, "Of course," he said. "It's not like you don't recognize me, you know. Your conscious mind may forget but your body always knows me. It's why you always cry when I tell you I'm married," he teased.

"I do not," Draco protested.

"You do," Harry argued, "Every time. It's one of my favorite things."

"You like to see me cry?" he asked, vaguely insulted.

He felt Harry shake his head, "No, I love to see the look of wonder on your face when I tell you that we're married," he replied.

"I always feel that way, you know," he confessed, "Even when I'm completely sober. It's incomprehensible to me that you would want this life with me."

Harry held him a little tighter, dropping another kiss to the top of his head, "The feeling is quite mutual my love," he replied.

And they spent the rest of their lives feeling the same; beyond lucky and amazed that a love like this could belong to them.

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Day 132: Tinder Date Gone Wrong | Day 134: Break Up

[strawwritesfic]

Draco Malfoy x Female!Slytherin!Reader: Camera [Part 1 of ?]

Summary: Sometimes, reality isn’t nearly as entertaining as your daydreams.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All (bullying; bully!reader; bully!Draco; fantasy slurs; set during Chamber of Secrets)

Challenge: "115 Words" challenge by BonitaWolfSpirit on Lunaesence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Part 2: Forgiven Part 3: Save

Camera

Second year had only just begun and already it was rapidly proving to be just as tedious as the first. “Potter” this and “Potter” that. Bad enough that the Headmaster was obsessed with the Boy Who Lived, but now a teacher? Not to mention that Potter remained Gryffindor seeker, top of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Hogwarts’ golden boy even after a serious breach of the Statue of Secrecy. It was enough to drive any Slytherin mad. In fact, it seemed to have done so to your friend, Draco Malfoy, who spoke of nothing but Potter after you found a table in the library that evening.

“Then that mudblood dared to suggest Father bought my place on the team. Can you believe it?”

“Sure can’t.”

“Like Potter can really play. He only got on his team because of that ugly scar.”

“Yep.”

“Oh, well, it wasn’t all bad. Stupid Weasel cursed himself. He was still throwing up slugs over supper! If his father weren’t such a failure, they could get him a new wand and maybe he could manage some real magic.”

“A shame, really.”

“[Name]!”

You dropped your book in shock when Draco shouted in your ear. It knocked over your ink bottle and covered your essay in black goo. Luckily, you had only got a few lines in, or else the dirty look you shot him would have been much worse.

“You weren’t paying attention to me,” he said, rather than apologizing.

“Sorry, Draco,” you said. “Professor Snape might let you turn in your essays late, but I’m not spending another Saturday pickling spine of lionfish because I did.”

“He assigned that days ago. You should have finished it yesterday.”

“I couldn’t because I was with you, Crabbe, and Goyle.” You pulled another roll of parchment from your bag and scrawled your heading across it. “Can’t you complain about Potter to someone else until I’m done?”

“Crabbe and Goyle are in detention with Sprout, and Pansy and Millicent are at Gobstones Club. I’m bored,” he added in a drawl.

“I’m bored, too.” Potions was Draco’s domain, not yours. You shut the book on common effects of ground unicorn horns with a sigh. “Shall we go down to the kitchens and kick the—”

“Harry! Harry! Over here, Harry!”

Turning, you saw one of the teeny Gryffindor first years scurrying through the aisles of books. He stopped somewhere beyond your field of vision. Draco crept over to the end of the shelf your table sat behind, then motioned for you to follow.

When you peeked around the corner, you saw the Creevey boy dancing around a table occupied by none other than Potter and Granger. You’d have thought they’d be preoccupied with Weasley’s mouth slugs that night, not having a cozy get together in the library, but there they were. Creevey evidently noticed nothing strange about this.

“Hi, Harry! What are you doing here? I’m going to work on an essay for Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall is tough, isn’t she? Oh! Can I get a picture of you studying? Dad’s never seen a wizard study.”

“Not now, Colin,” Potter sighed.

Creevey didn’t listen. He’d already pulled out the camera from his bag and started snapping away. Potter stared pointedly at his book. Granger seemed too involved in reading to notice the ruckus at all.

“Oh, by the way, Harry,” Creevey said, “I’ve got that picture of Ron from earlier. You know? With the slugs? Do you want one?”

“Speaking of Ron—Harry, maybe we should go check on him,” Hermione suggested.

“Good idea,” said Harry.

“Do you have to go, Harry? Hermione can check on him!” Creevey bounced after them as the pair of Gryffindors gathered their things and headed for the exit. “You can stay and help me with my paper! I bet you know all about Transfiguration.”

“Er…some other time. Goodnight.”

Granger and Potter vanished from your sight, leaving a crestfallen Creevey in their wake. Good thing, too. If you’d had to endure one more minute of Potter worship, your head might have exploded.

“Forget kicking house-elves,” Draco whispered. “I’ve got a better idea.”

He strode out of your hiding place and right for where Creevey sat at Potter’s vacated study spot. Trying to hide a smirk, you followed.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Draco asked.

“An ickle first year doing homework. How sweet,” you said.

Creevey looked up as both of you sat down—you on the table, Draco in a seat. Draco propped his feet on the top without even bothering to make sure Madam Pince was not nearby to see his blatant rule breaking.

“Hi.” Creevey thrust a tiny hand at Draco. “I’m Colin. Colin Creevey. And you are?”

Draco eyed the hand for a moment before he lazily pushed it aside. “So, you finally got rid of old Scar Head, I see.”

“Who? Oh, you mean Harry? No, he just left to see his sick friend.”

“Looked more to me like he wanted to be anywhere but here,” you said.

“Probably thought his head would get too big for him to leave if he stayed any longer.” Draco snickered.

“I’d leave, too, if some muggle-born wanted me to do his homework for him.”

The pale pink rising on Creevey’s face showed he suspected you were teasing him—and that besmirching the great Potter’s name would not be tolerated.

“He would have helped!” he said. “He just had to go help Ron instead.”

“Oh, please,” said Draco. “He couldn’t wait to leave. Weasley was just an excuse to get away from you.”

“That’s not true!”

“Why would Harry Perfect Potter want to help out a moron that can’t write his own Transfiguration essay?”

“At this rate you’ll never become a real wizard,” you said with a serious nod.

“I will, too!” Creevey said, his eyes now shining with unshed tears.

“Not when you insist on clinging to all this muggle rubbish.”

Although Creevey tried to protest, he could do nothing to stop Draco from snatching up his camera where it sat by his bag. He tossed it to you as the boy made a lunge for it.

“Give it back!”

You instead clicked the button on top as you pointed the lens at Draco. “Stupid thing doesn’t even do anything.”

With your wand, you levitated it over Creevey’s head and back into Draco’s waiting hands. He pressed the button several times more without bothering to look through the peephole.

“You’ll waste all the film!” Creevey wailed.

Draco rolled his pale grey eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry. You need all you can for your shrine to Potter. I forgot.”

“No!” Creevey stumbled when Draco magicked the camera over to you again, and stomped in frustration. “I’m taking all sorts of pictures for my father! He’s never seen magic.”

“All the more reason,” you said, “to keep him from seeing it. We don’t need people like you mucking things up, do w—”

“What is going on here?”

All three of you looked up to find Professor Snape standing by the table. Before either you or Draco could make your excuses, Creevey spoke up:

“They took my camera, s-sir.”

“And what,” Professor Snape asked, “is your business in bringing such a contraption into the library to begin with?”

Creevey went pink and gave no answer.

“Miss [L Name]. Return that at once.”

With a frown, you dumped the camera back onto the desk. Its owner snatched it up to check for damage without so much as a thank you.

“I think it is time you two returned to your common room. There is an essay due tomorrow, and if I am not mistaken, you, Miss [L Name], never turned your last one in. Well? Go. Now. Before I take points from you for causing such a commotion.”

“Yes, Professor,” said Draco.

He grabbed your hand to pull you back to your previous station, where you collected your things. Then you left under your Head of House’s sharp gaze. Only once you were out of earshot did Draco speak again:

“That was fun for a little while. You think Crabbe and Goyle are finished with detention yet?”

“Dunno. ‘Spose I should try to finish my essay. Professor Snape could have got us in a lot more trouble.”

“Yeah. I guess. You know, if that prat wasn’t so obsessed with Potter…”

Your eyes glazed over as Draco returned to his favorite subject. Oh, well. You’d had a spot of fun that evening. Besides, you had to wonder if, if you got Creevey alone again, he might give you a copy of that photo you’d taken of Draco. He looked quite nice in it. Not to mention, that Draco probably would complain about Potter heaps less than the real one walking by your side.

[geraltofriviasleftbuttcheek]

"Geralt." 

"Mm." 

"Geraaaalt." 

With a huff, he lowers his phone to look at the figure in his doorway. In the dim light spilling in from the window, he can just make out the bulky shape of Jaskier wrapped in what must be three blankets over his head. 

"What, Jas." 

Jaskier pads into the room on socked feet and slumps over the foot of his bed with a dramatic groan. Geralt rolls his eyes, mouth twitching despite himself at the antics. He nudges Jaskier's form with his foot gently and then again a little harder when all Jaskier does is whine again. 

"Stop," Jaskier says, muffled by his blankets. His hand sneaks out of the cocoon to swat at Geralt's leg. 

"You stop," Geralt shoots back, kicking him again just for the hell of it. "What do you want." 

More muffled words are his answer. 

"I can't hear you, Jas." 

There's a bit of shuffling, and then Jaskier's voice is much clearer when he whines, "I'm cold, Geralt. Do something." 

"What do you want me to do?" Geralt asks, setting his phone aside. It's nearly dead, anyway, and his eyes are starting to hurt. He rubs them as he says, "Downed power lines are a bit out of my limited area of expertise." 

According to the time on his phone, they've been without power for going on almost fourteen hours now. The freeze had set in the evening before and only gotten worse throughout the night. It hadn't been too bad at first, with residual heat still warming the apartment, but it's slowly seeped away in the hours since. There's a biting chill in the air now that even he can feel despite being under his own covers in bed. 

Jaskier scoots himself up onto the bed, crawling up to slide under the comforter next to Geralt and bury his head beneath his arm. Geralt doesn't protest, just lets him resituate as he pleases because sometimes it's better to just go along with his best friend's whims than to fight him on them. 

He settles with his face buried in Geralt's armpit and tangles their legs together, sighing in contentment. "You're warm," he murmurs, sounding on the verge of sleep—which, Geralt realizes, he must have been before he came into the room. Getting too cold is probably what woke him up in the first place. "Cuddle me."

It's an innocent request, but it makes warmth settle in his chest and his cheeks. Jaskier's always been extremely tactile, and it's something he's had to get used to over the years of their friendship, but things like this—cuddling in bed together—still make him blush and stutter like a schoolkid with a crush. 

Which...isn't that far from accurate, if he's being honest. Maybe he's not a schoolkid anymore, but he's definitely got a crush on his best friend. 

Hopelessly in love with him, some even say, though those some can shut the fuck up (Yen). 

But he's also physically incapable of telling Jaskier no, so he lets him bury his face in his armpit and throw a leg over his hips and curl as far into his side as he can get, seeking warmth from the chill in their apartment. He lets out a quiet, happy sound when he's finally comfortable, and it just about melts Geralt into goo with how cute it is. 

With a silent, resigned sigh, Geralt pulls him closer and puts his other arm behind his own head, staring up at the ceiling through the darkness and trying to calm his fluttering heartbeat. 

Jaskier's breathing eventually slows back into the deep, even rhythm of sleep, and Geralt closes his own eyes, figuring he might as well try for a nap too, since there's no telling when the power will be back. He listens as Jaskier makes little humming noises, his own version of sleep-talk, and a smile curls his lips even as he suppresses the urge to chuckle. 

"You sing in your sleep, you know," he says softly. He turns his head and presses his nose into Jaskier's hair, inhaling the smell of his shampoo—something warm and comforting. "It's cute. You're cute. You know that? Really cute. You make me feel like a kid sometimes, seeing my crush smiling at me and getting all flustered about it." 

Jaskier hums a long note, and Geralt pauses, tensing, thinking he's awake enough to hear him. When Jaskier only curls into him more, still asleep, he relaxes. He runs his hand up and down Jaskier's arm wrapped around his chest. 

The quiet permeates for a long moment, their breathing and the wind outside the only sounds to be heard. It's nice. Peaceful. His favorite kind of moment, just him and Jaskier curled up together. He wants it to always be like this. 

On impulse, Geralt lets his lips press against Jaskier's head. "Love you, Jas. Maybe one day I'll have the balls to say it to your face so I can keep you forever." 

"You get really sappy when you think no one can hear you," Jaskier says, voice muffled against his chest. "It's cute. You should do it more." 

Geralt freezes, panic creeping in. "Jas—"

A hand finds his face, cutting him off, and Geralt snaps his mouth closed before he does something really stupid, like suck on the finger pressing against his lips. 

"Ah—no take backs," Jaskier says, slightly more awake. He shuffles around, sitting up to lean over Geralt. "You said you want to keep me forever, so now you're stuck with me forever. No returns. No refunds. All sales final." 

It's too dark to see his expression, but Geralt likes to think he can see the blue color of his eyes in the dim, overcast light coming in from the window. He pictures the way Jaskier's mouth is probably curled at the corners like it does when he's being a little shit—like now—and wants to kiss it. 

"Jas," he tries again, but it comes out half-hearted and weak. There's no real fight in him. The panic has faded, replaced by a light feeling like budding hope. His heart is fluttering; it's a nice feeling. 

The finger on his lips is replaced with Jaskier's mouth, the kiss so brief and soft Geralt isn't even sure it happened until Jaskier leans down to kiss his forehead, then his cheek, ending with a peck on his nose. It's so fucking endearing, it nearly makes him melt inside. 

"I love you too," Jaskier murmurs, settling back down beside him. He buries his head back in Geralt's armpit, winding his arms around his chest and tangling them back together. "Always have, you big softie. Now sleep. It's cozy. Don't wake me until the lights come back on." 

At that moment, the low noise that indicates the heater is running fills the room, followed by the alarm clock on the bedside table lighting up, numbers flashing and needing to be reset, as well as his bedside lamp. Power's back, it seems. 

Geralt lets out a loud guffaw at the look of utter indignation on Jaskier's face when he sits up in a jolt, the way his lip juts out in a truly award-level pout. He shakes his head, reaching out to knock him gently on the chin and get his attention. 

"Hey," he says. Those blue eyes move to him, shining in the wash of light. "Kiss me properly." 

Jaskier's mouth curls in a soft smile just like he knew it would, and Geralt meets it with one of his own as he leans over him again. 

[camels-pen]

D(anny) Stabilized

Summary: Danny just wanted to be a leaf, is that so bad?

based on @calamarispider's prompt "danny, like dani, is or was unstable. whenever he used his ghost powers for too long, he started to melt into ectoplasm."

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Drip.

It was a calming sound. Like listening to a leaky faucet after a nice hot shower.

Drip drip.

Or like sitting wrapped up in a blanket with a mug of warm milk, all cozy and snug while a light rain pelts the window.

Drip.

It was mesmerizing. Drawing him deeper and deeper into a swirling cloud of rich black waters that, for once, had nothing to do with forcing wakefulness.

Drip drip.

Oh man, it was so comfy here. Now he just needs his special people to curl up against and things would be absolutely perfect-

“-ny… DANNY!”

“Bwuh?” Danny raised his head off his desk and automatically started wiping at nonexistent drool on his cheek. “‘M awake, Lancer. Danny’s brain ready to do stuff. No heehawing here.”

Softly the voice asked, “What?”

Danny turned to face the vaguely tall and teacher-like shape of Mr. Lancer to his right. “Teacher man, I’m at the land I understand.”

“Is he okay?!”

Danny felt someone poke at the softest part of his flesh, just under his nape. A second, more monotone voice said, “He’ll be fine. Mostly.” Warm arms wrapped around his shoulders and under his thighs. He instantly leaned into the body cradling him close. “He just overdid it a little today.”

“Oh!” He heard zippers opening, followed by rustling and a familiar click. “Okay, help me get his sweater off.”

“Ah, he’s not really injured per se. He’s just… melty.”

“Melty?”

A third voice beside him spoke up, accompanied by the sound of a tapping stylus. “Yeah, you remember when we told you how Ellie was unstable after she was fighting with Danny? It’s the exact same deal: using a little too much power makes him softer in a few places, but when he completely ignores his limits, or experiences a fatal injury for a human, he straight up starts turning into liquid green goo.”

“We think it’s part of the healing process, but Frostbite isn’t well versed in halfa anatomy so we don’t really know. And since this dumbass doesn’t know the meaning of relying on others, he’s been having a worse time since we left the FarFrozen.”

A pair of hands poked and prodded at him, and once they reached a spot just above his stomach, he hissed and hid his face in the nearest available spot. It was warm and smelled nice. He hummed, content as he buried his face in the spot. “Oh, fuck. Danny no. You can’t snuggle my neck right now, okay? We need to get you out of here before Lancer comes back.”

“You Lance man. Two Lance man?” There was a fond sigh beside him.

“Okay, so he’s a bit more loopy than we were hoping, but at least he’s awake?”

“He won’t be for long if we don’t keep him occupied, Tuck.”

“I’m sorry, why would he be loopy if he’s turning to, um, goo?”

“Frostbite was pretty sure that the liquification process takes up a lot of energy and since he usually doesn’t have a lot when he gets gooey, it diverts some energy from mental processing stuff. Or, that’s the leading theory anyway.”

A tune began playing in his head and Danny automatically started singing aloud. “Somethin’ in the skyyyy. We can go twice as highhhh. Take a look, ‘s in a book. Reading rainbooooooooooow!”

A hand slapped on top of his and all three voices shushed him.

Danny grumbled. Why do the voices have to be so mean? He just wanted to sing a little. And when did Lancer man start hating rainbow reading?

“Right uh, we should get going before he starts belting out something like through the fire an—” The sound of skin slapping on skin abruptly cut the voice off. He wondered what it was going to say.

“Yeah, genius, and if we say it then he’s definitely going to sing it!” A muffled sorry followed the hissing voice.

“Wait I don’t get it, what was Tucker going to say?”

There was a brief pause before two voices in union said. “Don’t worry about it.”

Danny was jostled against the warmth, bouncing repeatedly in its hold as it started moving forward. He whined in protest.

“Shh, shh it’s alright. We’re gonna leave and then we’ll put you in the bathtub with lots of nice blankets, okay?”

Danny would like that very much, yes. But he wants his special people too. “Wha’ bout my lovelies?”

The voice beside him chuckled. “Your lovelies will sit right up against the tub with you. I’ll even narrate while Sam piles ice packs on you.”

Ohh, that sounds really nice. Danny was sad he couldn’t hold his special people the whole time, but… ice good.

“Icy pops?”

“All the ice pops you could possibly want.”

“And kisses?”

This time there were two people chuckling and the voice above him spoke. “I’ll make it my personal mission to kiss you all over.”

Danny smiled and nuzzled further into the warmth. “Love my lovelies.”

“We love you too, Danny.”

The bouncing started to slow down a bit and after a loud squeaking sound, a blissful breeze of fresh air danced across the exposed part of his skin, cooling off his uncomfortably warm extremities.

“Good air. Very good air,” he mumbled as he turned his face towards it, eyes still closed. Danny wanted to feel it all around him. Danny wanted to feel light enough for it to push him around at its command and just sleep on a cloud.

He wanted to be a leaf.

“Danny- Danny no! Don’t—” There was a wordless noise of frustration above him and then three pairs of hands were holding him down. “You can’t use your powers! You’re going to hurt yourself!”

No! That’s bad! Danny wants the breeze, he can’t be hurt! He has to be a leaf!

“Okay, if either of you has a thermos with you that would be incredibly helpful right now,” the voice above him said as Danny struggled to get out of the quickly tightening hold.

“I don’t see the problem;” the voice behind the warmth said. “I mean he doesn’t even remember he can phase through your arms—” The other two voices loudly shushed her.

Phase through her arms? That’s a great idea!

“No, Danny no. Stop. I will take away your icy pops if you use your powers. Don’t think I won’t.”

No! Danny likes his icy pops!

Wait, he can make his own icy pops, can’t he? He can!

Why didn’t Danny think of that before? Now he can have icy pops all the time!

Mmm. Danny makes good icy pops.

There was the sound of something dripping directly below him.

“Danny!”

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“Fantastic work, Jazz.”

“To be fair, you didn’t provide clear enough instructions for handling a loopy goopy Danny.” The voice continued, amusement colouring their tone. “And it seems Tucker’s got things covered with Blue’s Clues so…”

Sam groaned loudly. “Just… stay quiet until we get to my house okay?”

Haha. Doggy doesn’t know where his icy pops are. Danny knows where they are though. And he can make more!

“DANNY!”

[boldlyanxious]

Detected

Prompt 2 coffee shop AU | meet the family

Marijon series

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Marinette had to practically yell to not get Alya to follow her to the coffee shop. Since Jon was not from Paris she had suggested 3 locations with a description of their feel and allowed him to pick which one sounded best. It was actually her favorite because it felt so cozy. She loved to sit there are draw if she wasn’t able or in the mood to do so outside. Even though she didn’t tell Alya where they were going she knew Alya might still try to follow them to watch her on the date, actually she wasn’t sure if it was a date or just a way for him to get close to her and learn more about her without being suspicious.

He was already waiting when she got there. She wasn’t late, but she did arrive right on time. He matched his pace so they both arrived at the counter at the same time. He told the cashier that they would be ordering together and did not even give her a chance of fighting him on it. She had wondered if he would insist on paying but she had made sure she had enough money to cover it if he hadn’t. She didn’t like making a fuss over who was paying either way. They kept their conversation very mild while they were still at the counter waiting for their drinks, but once they were seated they turned more serious.

“So, are you actually planning on dating me even though we live on different continents and across an ocean, or are you just trying to find out more about me to determine if I am evil?” Marinette asked.

“I think you ending up where you did makes the likelihood of you being evil fairly expected. So I definitely intend to learn how you managed that. As for dating you, I think I could handle evil. My closest friend is often called Demon Spawn and we still manage to get along.” Jon said.

“You would be wasting your time trying to find out how I got there. I already told you the truth of why I was there and I can’t say more. It really was an accident.”

“Well, I’m not just going to take your word for it. There really is no way for you to have gotten in there without help and I will find who you are working with.”

“You can try. But there is nothing more to learn that relates to you. I didn’t even know you existed.”

“See that is criminal. I am very well known. I’m on a poster. I’ll make sure to send you one.”

“I guess it is comforting that you are expecting that to be possible. So I’m not just to disappear.”

“Of course not. If you turn out to be a threat then you would be properly imprisoned. In which case you would probably already be thinking of me and you might as well enjoy looking at me.”

“Is the super for super egotistical? You sure are impressed with yourself.”

“Don’t worry. I’m impressed with you too. Your school record is phenomenal. You seem to impress a lot of professional adults, including my parents who thought you did excellent work for your presentation yesterday. Not to mention you are very attractive.”

Marinette couldn’t quite manage an appropriate response to that she stumbled over and attempt as her face heated up. She apparently couldn’t deal with any hot guy telling her how attractive he thought she was even if he believed he would have to stop her from evil doing.

They didn’t stay for much longer. There wasn’t much else to say. She was surprised that he walked her back to the bakery after. But since he mentioned that he was hungry she invited him inside to get something from the bakery. When they saw the sight that greeted them in the bakery she was certain that he wished just as much as her that they had went separate ways instead of going in the bakery But there were both sets of parents seated at a table that they clearly had been at for a bit all cheering when the teens entered together.

They insisted that they join them at the table and tell them all about how it went. Marinette said they were getting pastries first. Marinette tried to not roll her eyes as her parents made her stay there and meet Jon's parents even though they had met yesterday at the school. Both teens stood there uncomfortably while their parents went on and on about how cute they were and how they grew up so fast. Marinette took charge to step on when her mom started trying to talk her first crush story.

"Maman! Please. No one wants to hear that. Tell something else while we go get pastries."

"Okay. It is a really great story though. Maybe once this all isn't so new," Sabine said, gesturing at them.

"Of course. I'm can hardly wait until things are in a spot where you can mock me."

Marinette walked off dramatical with that. She grabbed Jon and tugged him away. They took their time selecting pastries and when their parents were distracted again Marinette shoved him out the back and they kept moving until they were far away from their parents.

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[idreamofplaid]

Forget Apple Pie

Summary: Dean is living the apple pie life. The reader has a hard time accepting it, and is it what he really wants?

Characters: Dean x Reader; Lisa (barely); Sam mentioned

Word Count: 3344

A/N: I wrote this years ago in a Writing Challenge and Follower Celebration called The Seven Deadly Sins Challenge hosted by @waywardbaby & @aint-t-bovvered. My sin was envy and my prompt was “This will not turn out the way you think.” It remains one of my favorite things I’ve ever written.

It was everything you had ever wanted for him. The sight of Dean in an actual backyard with a fence, trees, and flower beds was something you had hoped for in the deepest, quietest part of your heart. But this was just wrong. You were sitting on his deck half heartedly sipping a beer. Dean was a few feet away from you standing at the bar-b-que grill flipping burgers. He’d given up wearing layers of clothes, like he had in his hunting days, opting now for t-shirts only.

The short sleeves hugged his biceps. Dean’s muscles were still prominent. He hadn’t gone soft, in spite of his civilian lifestyle. Your mind wandered back to the hunts you’d gone on with Dean. You’d had each other’s backs then. Now, the monsters were yours to face alone.

Lisa came out of the house carrying an empty tray. She walked over to Dean, whispered something to him, and kissed his cheek. He smiled down at her and lifted the meat from the grill piling it on the platter. You put your bottle of beer down a little too hard on the table and got up to go find somewhere you could get away from the cozy domestic scene and the happy neighbors. You heard one of those neighbors say to Lisa as you were leaving. “You’re so lucky to have a man like Dean. You’ve turned him into absolute husband material!”

The first escape hatch you found was the door leading into the garage. It was easy to picture Dean in here surrounded by tools and spending hours working on his Baby, keeping her in mint condition. Baby. There she was. Her silhouette was unmistakable under the tarp covering her. A tarp. She’d been forgotten. Dean didn’t drive his car anymore.

You walked toward her in a sort of daze. You’d been here to Dean’s new home only a handful of times, and you hadn’t entered the garage during any of those visits. This was the final blow. You ran your fingers up the edge of her windshield, and something inside you broke. Everything you’d held together for so long just cracked and shattered.

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You were standing in the same spot you’d stood in earlier in the day. You’d waited until almost midnight before picking the lock and slipping back into the garage. It had been surprisingly easy to get in here even after several shots of whiskey. Maybe Dean was going soft after all. You approached Baby again. This time running your hand along the edge of her roof. You whispered in the empty garage. “You don’t deserve this.”

You placed your hand on that hateful tarp and closed your fists around it clutching two large handfuls. You snatched the cover off revealing the Impala still gleaming and beautiful. “What are you doing?” Dean’s voice was low and steady. He had added another shirt over the clothes he had been wearing this afternoon.

Your mind was fairly fuzzy, but some things were perfectly clear. The wrongness of this situation was still glaring to you. “Why did you leave her here, Dean? Why did you forget about her?”

Dean walked closer to you and the car. He was staring at you intently. “I didn’t forget her.”

“Really? Do you come in and say ‘hi’ between backyard parties?” You teetered a little but managed to fling the tarp to the floor without falling on top of it.

Dean squinted his eyes. “What? Wha…”

“How long will it be before you get an SUV, maybe a minivan? Have you joined the PTA? A bowling league? Neighborhood watch?” Your eyes flashed at him. He just looked confused.

“What are you getting at? We talked about this. All the time. Having a normal life.”

Your voice lost a little of its edge. “Yeah. We talked about it.” In the silence that followed, whiskey inspired courage took hold of you. You moved close to Dean and touched your lips to his. His response was to put his hands on your waist and step back.

“Y/N…”

You rolled your neck to look up at the ceiling and shook your head. Your heart twisted, and you could feel the actual tightening in your chest. “You’re acting just like every man I’ve ever known. Chasing after the yoga instructor with her tight little ass.”

Tears gathered in your eyes. You swiped at them and carried on. “Come on, Dean. What’s wrong? Nobody has to know. We can do it right here in the garage. Just a little something on the side. Then you can go right back to Lisa and crawl into that bed you share with her. I bet it’s nice and big, pillows all over it, down comforter to match the sheets, and a big wooden headboard. So very married, that bed.”

You looked at Dean then, cocked your head to one side, and pointed your finger in the direction of his chest. “Tomorrow morning you can have a nice breakfast at your kitchen table with fresh squeezed orange juice and Belgian waffles with real fruit and pure maple syrup.” You dropped your finger, and your voice got soft. “I’ll be at one of those nondescript diners we used to go to, drinking cheap coffee. Maybe I’ll have scrambled eggs with soggy bacon, or if I’m feeling really festive, a stack of pancakes with some of that fake strawberry goo on top. While I eat I can enjoy watching all the people around me who aren’t alone.”

While you were talking, the tears had started to stream down your face. Dean stepped nearer to you and lay his hand on your arm. You shook it off. “Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare pity me, Dean Winchester!” You stumbled back and caught yourself on the Impala.

“Your life is so perfect now, isn’t it? Here you are in the suburbs with a mortgage. You don’t belong here, Dean. You’re playing house with a woman who doesn’t really know you. This will not turn out the way you think. You can’t forget about what matters to you, what…” You turned and braced yourself on Baby’s door. Your voice was broken and just above a whisper. “Just go back to thinking with your dick.”

Dean walked up behind you and put his hand on your shoulder. You let it stay. There was no fight left in you. “You’re drunk, Y/N. Get in the car. Let me take you home.”

You laughed. It was a humorless sound. “I don’t have a home.”

Dean turned you around gently to face him. His eyes held a soft expression. “Then let me take you to where you’re sleeping tonight.” You didn’t protest when he led you around to the other side of the car, opened the door, and settled you inside. You dozed on the ride to the motel where you were staying. When you got there, Dean helped you inside. That was the last thing you had a clear memory of until the next morning.

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In spite of the curtains being drawn, the light seeping in around the edges was harsh to your eyes. You rubbed your fingers over your forehead. “How do you feel?” You opened your eyes at the sound of Dean’s voice. He was sitting next to you on top of the covers, legs stretched out, back against the headboard.

You pulled yourself up slowly, eyes blinking. “You stayed here all night?”

“Yeah.” He swung his legs off the side of the bed and disappeared in the direction of the bathroom. He reappeared in less than a minute carrying a glass of water and some aspirin. He sat down on the bed and handed you both. “Take those and drink all the water. All of it.”

You swallowed the pills and drank a few generous sips of water. “Shouldn’t you be home? Won’t Lisa wonder where you are?”

Dean took the glass from you and placed it on the bedside table. “I sent her a text. Told her not to worry. She probably thinks I’m with Sam.”

Bits and pieces of last night drifted through your mind, the things you’d said to Dean. Daylight had a way of making things embarrassing that seemed like the thing to do in the dark. You took a deep breath. “Dean, about what I said…”

Dean turned from you, made a fist on his lap, and grasped it with his other hand. “What you said was true. I have done a lot of thinking with my dick…but never with you. And I didn’t start last night.”

“Dean, I shouldn’t have…”

He turned back around, put his hand on your shoulder, and looked directly at you with his deep forest green eyes. “It would have been easy for me to accept your offer and take you right against the car or in the backseat if I slowed down long enough. I’ve wanted to for a long…long time. But you are not a quick roll in the sheets to me. You never have been. Know that.” Dean slipped his hand from your shoulder and looked away.

There was a hitch in your breathing, and absolutely no words would come to you. After a few seconds of heavy silence, Dean spoke. “I need to go. There are some things I need to take care of.” He reached for the notepad and pen on the table. He wrote something down, tore off the piece of paper and gave it to you. “Will you meet me there Wednesday night?” You looked at the address in your hand and nodded.

Dean crossed the room to the door. When he put his hand on the knob, he looked over his shoulder. “Y/N, you’re not alone.”

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More than once you wondered if you were in the right place. The long driveway meandered its way through the trees, big sturdy evergreens and oaks. There was a clearing at the end of the drive, and in that clearing sat a cabin situated by a lake. It was immediately clear to you it wasn’t a hunter’s cabin. It had rustic charm but looked way too polished to be the kind of place where a hunter would seek shelter.

You gathered your purse, dropped your car keys inside, and made your way to the front door. You lay your palm flat against your stomach, took a deep breath, and knocked. Dean opened the door wearing one of the plaid shirts you remembered so well. You tried not to notice how handsome he looked, but that was a fight you weren’t going to win. It would be easier to take down a vampire.

Dean smiled when he saw you. It was almost shy, just a slight curve of his lips. “Come on in.” He led you into a large open room. There was a kitchen to the right, the cabinets were made of light wood, and there was a window overlooking the lake. Just off the kitchen there was an open door which you assumed led to a bedroom. To the left, there was a living room area with cream colored furniture and a large rug in warm hues of copper, red, and gold. There was also a fireplace which you could imagine added to the coziness of the room during the winter months.

You searched for the right words and settled on “‘This is a nice place. Is it yours?”

Dean laughed a little. “No. Construction doesn’t pay that good. I rented it. It’s where I come when I want to get away, do some fishing, and think.”

You surveyed your surroundings again and quietly asked, “Did you bring Lisa here?”

Dean stumbled over his words. “No. Too far from civilization for her, and she hates fish.” He started to wave toward the sofa, his hand floundered in the air for a second, then he dropped it to his side. “Do you want something? A beer?”

Your thoughts returned to your last experience with alcohol. “No, thanks. I’m fine.”

“O…okay.” Dean motioned again toward the living area. You took a seat at the end of the sofa, and he sat in the chair to your side. He leaned over, elbows on his knees. “Look…um…” He sat up, back against the chair, then leaned forward again. “Something happened to me, Y/N.”

Dean rubbed his hand across his mouth then stared off into space like he was searching for what he wanted to say. “ I mean you. You happened.” His eyes sought yours; and there was a calmness in them, a certain kind of peace. “The other night when I stayed with you I was awake most of the night thinking about what you said. The stuff about not belonging where I was. I did try to fit into that world. It was what Sam wanted me to do, so I did my damnedest to do it. I didn’t even fire a gun that entire year. I didn’t scan the internet looking for a case. And sure it was normal, but there was this hole in me.”

Dean glanced down for a second and ran his tongue over his bottom lip before looking right back into your eyes. “You filled that. I know you were drunk and you don’t remember, but I do. You curled into my side and put your head against my shoulder. I held you while you slept. What I felt…I just wanted to protect you from anything that would ever hurt you, but the main thing that had hurt you was me.” His eyes were pleading with you to understand, to forgive him, to believe in him again like you once had, to trust him. “I thought I was still there for you. I didn’t know…I’m sorry.”

You looked away, your eyes landing on the wrought iron fire grate. While you stared your mouth fell open a little, and you closed it back. “Dean…I…” You looked back to him; he hadn’t taken his eyes from you. “What about Lisa?”

“There is no Lisa. The whole time I was with her I never felt anything like I did when I was holding you.” He paused. I ended it. I moved out, Y/N. I moved out because I love you.” Tears were shining in Dean’s eyes. He had shed so many tears because someone or something had died, but this time it was because something was alive. The same thing was living in you.

You reached for him. “Dean, why are you so far away?” He moved to sit beside you, and you wrapped your arms around each other. Dean held you to him like you were the air he needed to breathe to live. His hand cradled the back of your head, and he buried his face in your hair. You held each other until time ceased to exist. You’d been in that spot forever, and no time had passed at all.

When Dean finally moved, it was to take your face in his hands and kiss you. That awkward first kiss in the garage was forgotten; this was the one that mattered. He eased his tongue into your mouth claiming you with a gentleness only love could inspire. You held onto him through the kiss, and when he pulled away you opened your eyes. Your breathing had gotten shallow with the sweet intensity of that kiss. You brushed your fingers through his hair. “I love you too, Dean. I didn’t think you wanted to hear that from me.”

Dean stood and lifted you into his arms. He carried you into the bedroom and lay you down on top of the bed. He pulled off his shoes and socks before lying down on top of you. He started kissing you in the hollow of your neck, made his way up to your ear and back to your collarbone. You moaned releasing a little of your pent up need for him. You pushed at his shirt trying to get it over his shoulders. He finished taking it off, and it fell somewhere on the bed behind him.

Dean’s lips sought yours again. This time his kiss was more insistent. Your hands slid under the back of his t-shirt touching the warmth of his skin. The weight of him on top of you made you feel so safe, made you feel so cared for. The taste of him was so comforting and stirred every passion in you. The sound of his moans while he kissed you ignited all the emotions you’d pushed down and denied. Everything about what was happening overwhelmed your senses, and you started to cry.

Dean stopped, and his eyes roamed over your face. “Y/N? What is it?”

The tears were still falling down your face. You placed your hand on his cheek. “Will you just hold me for a minute?” He rolled a little to the side and circled his arms around you. It was hard for you to catch your breath. “I’m sorry.”

“Shhh. There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Dean kissed the side of your head and whispered to you. “I’m here, Sweetheart. I’m right here. I love you. It’s okay.”

He kept whispering the same things to you over and over. His voice was soothing, and it calmed you down. Once your tears stopped, you kissed him without holding anything back. You let go of the loneliness you’d felt without him, the torment of the nights you’d known he was with another woman, and the anguish you’d felt believing he’d never know how much you loved him. You pulled and tore at his t-shirt practically ripping it off him. “Dean, make me forget the last year. Please make me forget.”

He discarded the rest of his clothes and took yours off slowly, taking the time to kiss every spot of your exposed skin as he did. Dean kissed your shoulders, stomach, hips, and thighs. He kissed each of your fingers and along the curve of your breasts sucking each nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue until you were calling his name. He entwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand while he kissed a line down your jaw, lingered over your mouth with deep kisses full of desire, and moved up the other side.

He let go of your hand to move his own between your legs. Dean glided his fingers through your folds feeling how wet you already were for him. A whimper escaped your mouth. “Dean. Please.” You felt the tip of his length touch your opening. When you felt him push into you, your eyes locked on his. “I love you.”

His thrusts were slow and rolling at first. The feel of him stretching you made you gasp. And every sound you made, he answered with one of his own. As his thrusts became faster and deeper, the sounds gave way to your name. “Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.” He was so beautiful. His face held a look of totally focused bliss. His full lips mouthed your name without a sound right before he yelled your name with one final deep thrust and came inside you. His hot release filled your womb. Your walls tightened around him with your own climax, and Dean kept coming shooting rope after rope of his seed into you. Dean rolled off your body and lay on his side next to you catching his breath. He was still panting when he pulled you close to him. “I promise you I won’t do anything to mess this up. I will make you forget. I’ll do everything to make you happy, and I’ll never hurt you like that again.”

You kissed his shoulder wanting to hold this moment forever before you spoke. “What about a home? You had a home.”

Dean kissed you slowly, deliberately. Then he pushed your hair back from your face. “I have a home. My home is with you.”

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[sparrowsingsstories]

WIP Wednesday

From Cry Mercy: Light flirting - though it's more "everybody's getting comfortable" flirting and not "tensions are running high" flirting.

“Oh no. No no, no apologizing from you. Come on. It’s cold in here. I’m going to put clothes on and then we’ll all sit infront of the fire and eat cookies. Please?”

“Well…”

“And not even Deacon will tease you…”

“I didn’t say that!” Deacon yelled.

“He won’t,” MacCready said. “I promise.”

“Oh…okay,” she said. “I really am sorry. I shouldn’t have.”

MacCready opened her door fully so she could head back to the livingroom. As she walked by, he put a hand on her arm. “Hey…look at me.” She turned and looked up into his big blue eyes. He leaned down a hair and whispered, “I liked it. So stop apologizing. Okay?”

She nodded, chewing on the corner of her lips. His eyes dipped down to her her lips and then back to her eyes. She watched in fascination as he smiled and little crinkles appeared at the outside corners of his eyes. He tapped her nose, stepped back, and headed across the hall. She swallowed and glanced down the hall at Deacon, who was sitting on the couch, legs stretched out. He gave her a lazy smile and patted the spot next to him. Mercy glanced at the closed door, then back at Deacon, and went to sit on the couch. 

“Come on Fox. Before you melt into a puddle of goo…” Deacon said with a chuckle. She turned narrowed eyes on him and he smiled at her, pulled his glasses down, and winked. She opened her mouth, stunned. He chuckled, pushed his glasses back up, and tugged her over to his side. MacCready was out a moment later, dressed in battered pajama pants and t-shirt. He plopped down at her other side and leaned against her, arm going around her shoulders.

“Deacon…cookies,” MacCready ordered.

“You get them.”

“You…”

“You…”

“I’ll get them,” Mercy said. Deacon groaned and got up. MacCready took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her fully, nestling her against his side. 

Deacon flopped back on the couch and held the plate out to Mercy. "Cookie?"

"Yeah," MacCready said, reaching for one. Deacon tugged the plate away.

"Not for you, Mac. Mercy first."

Mercy leaned towards the plate and grabbed two, handing one to MacCready. 

"Cheater!" Deacon poked Mercy, making her laugh. 

"No tickling!" She said slapping at his hand. He chuckled and leaned back, slinging a leg over Mercy's leg. Mercy though about saying something, but changed her mind when Deacon stared at her as if daring her to say something. As if he was waiting to be told to quit it.

Mercy dropped one hand onto Deacon’s leg and squeezed. His leg was tense, but after a moment, it relaxed. She bit into the cookie as she watched the fire dance in the fireplace. Outside, the wind moaned eerily as the rain fell in wild patterns. Lightning lit up the sky in flashes of sickly green and vivid blues, thunder rolling in and making her chest vibrate. 

Inside, it was warm. And cozy. And MacCready was rubbing her waist with one of his fingers. Deacon’s leg grew heavy as he relaxed, slumping against the back of the couch. The plate of cookies rattled as it was placed on the floor. 

[marvelsassbutts]

With You

Summary: Sam takes matters into his own hands to help Bucky have some fun outside of the apartment. When he finds a themed dance night, he and Bucky take to the floor and find a new level of their relationship.

aka : i really wanted to write sam and bucky dancing because i can't get it out of my head

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier; Marvel (MCU)

Rating: T

Pairing: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes

Words: 4,662

Link: With You

I can’t stop writing them because they’re the best pairing to write because you can literally do anything with them forever and ever and there’s always something new they’re throwing at me and their dynamic is just so set to them ??? name someone else doing it like sambucky , you can’t !

Preview under the cut!

They end up getting a place in Manhattan much to Bucky’s insistence. Sam told him he wouldn't mind living in Brooklyn, would love it actually, but Bucky pushed all that aside saying something about having a “city of their own.” Whatever that means. Sam tries not to dwell on it too long for fear that he’ll create an expectation that Bucky doesn’t necessarily share. Still, it feels good. A “city of their own” sounds limitless. Sounds like a promise.

Their apartment is nice: two bedrooms, one bath, a decent kitchen, and a balcony hanging off of the living room. For two dudes without a steady income it could be worse. Thankfully between Sam’s and Bucky’s contacts they make the whole arrangement work. Sam’s more than happy in his cozy 2-1 and nests easily into the space.

And Bucky ends up not being a half bad roommate.

He’s as neat as he is considerate. Whenever he makes himself a mug of coffee in the morning, he’s sure Sam’s tea is hot and steaming right beside it, all without evidence that he had used any milk, sugar, or honey. Everything back in its proper place and any spilled ingredients swept right up. He doesn’t turn the TV up too loud on the nights he can’t sleep and he never leaves the balcony door open for any pests to get through. In fact, the only time Sam can even think about hearing Bucky is during his showers or when he’s cooking. Those are the moments where he takes advantage of the bluetooth speaker Sarah got as a housewarming gift and lets his music fill the space he’s in until there’s barely room for anything else.

Most of it is music Sam wasn’t alive to know about (but appreciates the sound nonetheless) but every now and then Bucky will play a song from more recent years and Sam will indulge in it by singing along quietly to himself or, when he can, filling Bucky in on the history of the song. And Bucky, the perfect roommate and friend he is, always listens, a smile as soft as moonlight dancing across his lips.

More often than not, Sam has to force himself to stay focused.

Sam does notice though that where every now and then he’ll go out, meet up with a few friends or take some time to himself outside of the apartment, Bucky stays home. Sure, he’ll go to the grocery store when they’re low on food or sometimes to the cafe at the end of their block but more often than not Bucky can be found right here at home: lounging on the couch, cleaning up his room, trying a new recipe in the kitchen. Sam thinks he could use a change of pace.

“Hey, man, can I ask you something?” Sam sits at the raised counter that looks into the kitchen and his eyes follow Bucky as he reads from a cookbook – eyebrows pinched together and mouth barely forming words – then moves to their spice cabinet.

Bucky pulls out three different jars of spices. “You can ask me anything.”

“Do you not like leaving the apartment?”

Bucky blows a heavy breath out while he slowly shrugs. He’s still looking down at the spices when he answers with, “No, I'm fine leaving the apartment. Why?” He adds the spices to the pot on the stove.

“I've never really seen you go out. Nowhere far at least.”

Bucky goes back to the cookbook and pushes up the sleeves on his arms exposing the ribbons of muscle and the slowly flexing plates of vibranium. Sam diverts his eyes and wraps a tight hand around his knee to keep himself from jumping across the counter. Bucky’s always doing aggravating stuff like that. Being effortlessly handsome and shit.

“Uhmm,” he starts and squints at the words. “I sometimes go to the park,” he hesitantly says, like a man who has been to the park exactly once. “Maybe...a bookstore?”

“Oooh, someone get a leash on this guy.”

Bucky flashes Sam a quick look of exasperation. “You asked if I left the apartment, not my top five most thrilling moments.”

“And number one would be?”

“Cooking for you.” He looks up with a smile that’s half genuine, half teasing. Sam could melt into a puddle of goo on the floor. Is pretty sure he nearly does. “Your palate has proven to be a very fierce opponent.”

Sam hums back his acknowledgement. Bucky’s cooking is a miracle. Who knew a man who came from the dark boiling ages would one day learn how to make a more than half decent bouillabaisse?

“What would you like to do for fun? What's a thrill for the great James Buchanan Barnes?”

Bucky shrugs again and then holds his arms out to his sides. He drops them after a second but only to have a finger drag against the page of the book.

“I don't know, Sam. I've kinda had enough thrills to last a lifetime.”

“Duuuude,” Sam groans and lets his head fall back. “Give me something to work with.” Sam lowers his head and sees Bucky’s eyebrows knit together. Sam can’t tell if he’s confused by his statement or something in the cookbook. “You don’t hang out with anyone?”

Bucky looks up, eyes crystalline and wide, “I hang out with you.” Sam’s heart swells.

Fuck this guy.

“But you’re right,” Bucky continues. “That’s not really all that fun.”

Yo, fuck this guy.