#toasty's predictions

[toastingpencils37]

Ninjago S2 part 2 spoilers because I just had a thought

Arin and the ninja might have a scene somewhat paralleling Sora and her parents asking her to come home in Season 3.

Like specifically the asking him to come home part and him likely refusing.

Or maybe doing the opposite of Sora and coming back depending on when it occurs.

[haloberry]

Imagine how beautiful it’ll be when q!Bad gets back and he’s also Different.

That the Tubblings are practically giving the Ghosties a preview on what could happen.

Spouse.. imagine your cubito comes back different different like ours and they become best friends?

That our cubito that has been factory reseted is in kahoots with your cubito that comes back fuck up?

Imagine

[thresholdbb]

The later DS9 jumpsuit has soooo many pieces

[sunshinedeekay]

Woozi x Sick!Reader Drabble

tbh, there isn’t a whole lot of plot to this. more of a drabble thing since my pookie has been sick for a while :(

this is written for @wooziorgans . bcs ilysm and i feel like you need a little pick me up 🫶

trigger warning for the mentions of puking, being sick in general

‼️not revised‼️

word count: not sure- but it’s not long

you didn’t anticipate getting this sick. i mean, who really does? nobody can predict when/if they’ll get sick from a cold or a flu.

but a sickness this bad, you didn’t know if you could consider it tied together, or simply a stroke of bad luck.

yet, here you were. hunched over the toilet and puking first thing in the morning after battling a bad cough just a week prior to this. there was nothing coming up as you heaved, well, not food or water related, anyway.

nobody was more concerned at that point like jihoon was.

he woke up when missing your presence from in bed. remembering how you two had gone to sleep all cuddled up in each other’s presence. warm and toasty under the blankets.

when he heard your heaving from the bathroom, he instantly walked in to check on you. concern woven all throughout his dark eyebrows while his pale skin wrinkled with them. he knelt behind you, gently bringing a hand to your forehead to brush your hair back from hanging in the toilet, but also check your temperature.

you were burning up.

“oh, my love.” jihoon would coo through a concerned tone. rubbing circles in your back to calm down your heaving and continuing to hold your hair back away from your face. “you just can never catch a break, can you?” he asked.

you didn’t reply much. just with a tired and frustrated groan as you rested your forehead on your forearm. leaning on the toilet seat.

“i know.” jihoon whispered. giving you a pat on the back before standing up. grabbing a dry cloth from the bathroom cupboard. you could hear the water running for a bit before he held the cloth underneath it. he shut the tap off before wringing out the excess the best he could.

jihoon knelt back beside you. gently coaxing you to sit up with a gentle hand and tug on your right shoulder. as you sat up, you felt the relief of the cold cloth rest against your forehead.

“come on, back to bed. i’m getting you some water.” jihoon spoke gently, as if your ears were just as fragile as your stomach was right now.

you mumbled in agreement. reaching up to flush whatever came out of your system before standing up. jihoon led you up with a gentle grip to your elbows.

as you trudged to the bed with jihoon’s help, he watched you like a hawk. his soft eyes even softer with concern as he led you to your side of the bed. jihoon gently sat you down, then slowly lied you down as to not aggravate your stomach even more. he pulled up the comforter, and leaned down to kiss your head.

“will you be okay for a few minutes while i get you some water and nausea pills?” jihoon asked. his lips mumbling against your pale skin as he carded his fingers through the front of your hair.

“i’ll be fine, ji. i can get the water on my own in a bit…” you tried to argue, but jihoon was having none of it.

“absolutely not.” he argued. “you lie right here and rest. i’ll get you some water and nausea pills. you’re not leaving this bed unless you need the bathroom.” he left no room for argument, and his soft, but still stern tone told you that. so, you sighed and leaned your head back into the pillow.

“i’ll be right back. just keep breathing and resting.” his tone went back to soft and doting, and away he went to fetch you what you needed.

now, jihoon himself was stubborn when it came to taking care of himself when sick, honestly, you wondered for a while if he knew what to do. but when it came to you, he was always by your side. suddenly knowing all of the classic remedies and reliefs to any cold, cough, or nausea you’d have.

a part of you was so thankful that he was exactly the way he was. because you two could have the mutuality of looking after each other when the other is poorly.

jihoon came back, your water bottle full and in his left hand, and one small pill resting in the centre of his soft palm.

he sat on the edge of the bed on your side. setting the water bottle down to use a free hand and guide you to sit up. he set the pill in your hand, and watched you take it before handing you your water bottle to wash it down.

“just small sips.” jihoon reminded you. “otherwise your stomach will not like you very much again.” he tried to speak lightheartedly, to make you feel better about him worrying and doting over you. he wanted you to know that he takes care of you because he wants to, but also because he loves you too much not to.

he coaxed you back to lying down however you felt comfortable, and when he made sure you had everything you needed, he climbed into his side of the bed. you felt him shuffle under the covers, while an arm gently draped over your waist. he scooted himself to press up against you, but didn’t dare squeeze you in fear of making you puke again.

“try to get some more rest. i’ll be with you for the rest of the day. we’ll take it all at your pace.” jihoon spoke warmly behind you. his warm breath fanning over your hair while his lips brushed against your head.

“i thought you needed to work today?” you asked him, feeling yourself slowly relax as you waited for the nausea to subside.

“…i can take today off. i think you and i both need it right now.” he whispered. nuzzling his face into the back of your neck to press a gentle, loving kiss on your nape.

“thank you…” you muttered after a while of silence. you were thankful that he wanted to take care of you so bad, even if you felt guilty you were taking him away from his work.

“never thank me, love. i’m here for you always.” he reassured. giving you one more kiss while his fingers ran back and forth over your waist. “just get some sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up, just like every day.”

“i love you…” you spoke in a softer, more sleepy voice now as you fluttered your eyes shut.

jihoon watched your eyelashes flutter with your eyes, and he grinned. satisfied seeing the way your eyelashes rested on your cheeks. you were always so amazing to him, and he couldn’t look up to somebody more than you.

“i love you too, baby. now get some more sleep.”

sorry if this was a little shorter, but i just wanted to write something up for my pookie, but also because i haven’t posted for a while 😭

i recently moved out and started uni, so i’m kinda getting used to life right now. but i promise, the s.coups fic will be coming!

i love you @wooziorgans . get better soon ❤️

love, ur sunshine <3

[brisquad-unit-4402]

hey guys the sonny brisko brainrot is hitting again.

the type of mf to pass by the bathroom and hear through the door that you’re showering. look. he’s not some kinda freak that’ll just walk in for the sake of walking in even if you’re close to him.

but also like, it’s been a busy few days and neither of you know when it’ll calm down. it’s gotten so hectic that you only find time to shower in the evenings once you’re home and able to relax.

the sound of the water drowns out the sound of the door. he returns ten minutes later and you’re none the wiser.

once you step out of the hot water, you shiver as the air chills you. and when you reach for your towel, you’re pleasantly surprised that it’s just as warm. you sink into it as you finish your routine and get dressed. even so, you hold the towel close, fluffy and toasty and freshly thrown in the dryer to get that perfect comfy feeling.

there’s only one person in the household that could’ve dried it and snuck it back into the bathroom before you got out. he doesn’t even act prideful about it when you ask. “it’s whatever,” he says, cutting up some veggies for dinner while one of his shows plays softly on the tv. “it’s just nice sometimes, it’s not a big deal.”

but it is! you want to yell. it was sweet and i love how attentive you are and you’re so caring to me and quit being humble dammit!!

you just lean over his shoulder instead. let your body rest over his. a hug without hands, half of a nuzzle. comfortable contact.

the silent appreciation is what makes him do it again a few weeks later.

he makes a habit of this, often enough that you can tell he likes seeing you happy but not often enough that you can predict it.

however there’s also a 25% chance that when he takes the towel while you’re showering he’ll say “nice ass” and leave before he can hear you rip him a new one even though he really wasn’t looking. shithead

✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[bbyrin]

i could stay right here and burn in it all day

✯ pairing: rin itoshi x fem reader

✯ notes: repost from my main blog @/pussydrunkfyodor!! inspired by this post by @kentoangel that immediately made me think of rin :')

✯ warnings: beach sex, prone bone, risky places (kind of), fingering, creampie, pet names (gorgeous, darling, beautiful)

✯ wc: 1.2k

“Rin, honey, I know what you’re trying to do,” you sighed as he sat next to you on your beach towel, grazing his fingers up and down your back.

He just laughs to himself. “I’m not doing anything at all. Am I not allowed to admire the view?”

The sky was painted with swirls of pink and orange as the sun approached the horizon, appearing to sink into the gleaming, cerulean ocean that lapped at the warm sand. That was the view that Rin should’ve been enjoying, but instead, his eyes were glued to you. You were laid on your stomach, head resting on your arms and eyes closed as you inhaled the salty air and relished in the heat. Since the two of you had stumbled upon the secluded beach cove, you had shed your bikini top to avoid tan lines. Which meant that you were laid out, almost completely naked save for the skimpy bottoms that remained tied in loopy bows at your hips. It was driving Rin fucking crazy.

Rin knew he should’ve been appreciating the surreal beach sunset that looked like a Monet painting come to life, but it was impossible to ignore how his cock ached in his swim shorts. The curve of your ass and how the moist skin of your bare back glistened in the orange glow was infinitely more mesmerizing than any scenic view ever could be.

“Can I put some sunscreen on your back?” he asked, already reaching for the bottle in your tote bag.

“The sun is setting, my love,” you mumbled from where your face was buried in your arms.

“You can never be too safe.”

You only sighed as you heard the click of him popping the cap open, and the wet sound of him rubbing the sunscreen between his hands. You shivered a bit as the cool substance came into contact with your toasty skin, but were quickly warmed by Rin’s palms massaging it into your back. It felt heavenly having Rin’s strong, callused palms firmly but gently digging into your skin, working out all the places you didn’t even know you were tense.

You almost got completely lost in the feeling, letting out little groans of pleasure, until you felt his hand wandering towards your lower back, finally coming to cup your ass.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, abandoning your massage to squeeze the soft fat.

“Rin,” you groaned. He was so predictable – but he couldn’t help it! It wasn’t his fault you were so breathtaking the thought of being inside you was always at least somewhere in his mind.

Soon his hand was slipping into your bikini bottoms, and you didn’t stop him as he traced your slit with his fingers. When the feeling disappeared, you thought he had changed his mind, opting instead to just lay with you, but then you heard the unmistakable sound of him spitting onto his fingers. Finding their way back, he was grazing against your slit again before using two digits to spread you open, prodding at your hole with his middle finger. When you didn’t object, only sighed contentedly, Rin slid one inside you. He was surprised to find you already wet enough to slide in all the way to his knuckle, smirking at how little he had to do to turn you on. He slowly dragged it in and out of you, eliciting small whines and groans from your lips.

Rin’s other hand slipped past his own waistband to grip his hardening cock as he added in a second finger inside you, syncing both movements of his hands together. You groaned in time with each other, smiling softly at the pleasure and stretch. But Rin’s self-control was waning. You knew him well, so it didn’t surprise you when your hole was left empty as he climbed on top of you, leaning down to kiss up the warm skin of your back, towards your neck.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Rin whispered as he approached your ear, unconsciously rubbing his trapped hard-on against your ass.

“Hello, Rin,” you giggled, wiggling your hips to give him some friction, making him grunt.

After shoving his waistband down to free himself, lithe fingers pulled your bikini bottoms to the side, touching you once again. The gentle sound of the waves hugging the shore threatened to lull you to sleep, but his cock nestling between your slit, the head nudging your clit woke you right up. Rin rocked his hips slowly between your lips, taking his time to coat his cock in your slick before realigning himself and pushing inside you.

You weren’t afraid to let out a whine that damn ear echoed off the rocky walls that surrounded you, knowing that no one was around to hear it. His thick girth spread your cunt open wide, but the way his knees were braced against your hips kept you from spreading your legs.

Rin leaned down to kiss your neck again, smiling against your skin as his hands slid underneath you to grasp your tits that were pressed against the towel. He whispered sweet praises into your ear and massaged the fat of your chest as he slowly pushed further inside you, coaxing moans out of you until he bottomed out, hips snug against your ass.

“You okay?” he asked, remaining still to allow for you to adjust. When you nodded, he pulled out just slightly before thrusting back into you again. “Fuck, so fucking tight.”

His dark hair obscured his vision as his head fell, overwhelmed by the feeling. He couldn’t imagine a more perfect scenario – his cock buried deep in his lover’s cunt while the setting sun illuminated their secluded beach cove, everything silent save for the sound of sex and the waves.

Building up a rhythm, he fucked into you faster and faster as his cock throbbed, encouraged by the way you clenched tight around him and moaned out his name. He hugged you close to his chest, groaning at how good you felt. “Your pussy is fucking heaven.”

“Rin,” you whimpered, hand gripping the towel tight. The pleasure was overwhelming, each thrust sending shockwaves from your core all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

“You like that, baby?” he smirked as he rutted into you, his cock dragging against your sweet spot over and over. One hand still gripping your breast, he rubbed your hard nipples between his fingers.

“Gon – ah! – gonna cum.”

Your words and whining were bringing him closer and closer to the edge, about to reach his own high. “Cum for me, darling,” he whispers, hand finding your clit and rubbing circles around it as he fucked you.

You did exactly as you were instructed, crying out and gasping as your orgasm washed over you like the salty waves, Rin fucking you through the whole thing. His thrusts became more erratic as he chased his own orgasm, and soon he was cumming with grunts and moans as he released inside you, painting your walls white.

Both breathless, you stayed in the same position before Rin finally gathered the energy to pull out, watching with pride as his plentiful cum and your release dripped out of you, soaking the towel underneath you.

Twilight had finally fallen, enshrouding the two of you in the approaching darkness of the night, though the moon glowed bright. Rin held you in his arms tight, head resting on his chest and smiling.

“I love you, Rinnie,” you mumbled, mind clouded by exhaustion and post-orgasm haze.

“I love you more, beautiful.”

[eggroll-sama]

Heyyyoooo

Just a thought, how long do you think mc was asleep/unconscious in kuras' clinic?

They couldn't have been out in the fogfall for too long since they didn't die of blood loss (or maybe they just can't 👀)

I just found your acc and I can't wait to binge read your masterlist :)

-egg anon

Hi egg anon! AHHH, thanks for your ask, it’s my first ask I’ve ever gotten for Touchstarved ToT. I hope more people would slide into my DMs, I really don’t mind since I’m in a massive TS brainrot at the current moment. Now then, let's get right into it. Btw I don't have any credentials to show for the research, all from Google baby.

Warning: Mentions of blood, graphic violence

I’m going to say that MC was roughly out of commission for 10-12 hours.

When MC gets their first look at the city of Eridia, it's dusk, stars in the sky, the moon rising from the east, and the horizon a reddish glow. It can't be sunrise because scientifically colder temperatures make the sky less red and orangey during sunrises. There isn't any verbal indication what time it is, but we can predict it was 6-8PM when the caravan was attacked by the Soulless. Eridia seems to have a maritime climates: cloudy weather, frequent rainfall/precipitation, and mild temperatures, like IRL Ireland, Scandinavia, Belgium, and the 6-8 PM time frame is usually when the sunsets for those regions. Let’s choose 8 PM.

Now as for how long MC was in this position is interesting. When Kuras found us, we were barely clinging to life, face-down in "murky, shallow water." MC is really lucky that they survived because an infection in the wilderness greatly increases your mortality rates. We can at least thank the Soulless' sharp claws for slicing the arm clean off since if it was an angled, ragged cut would increase blood loss. I have heard of survival stories of people angling their arms towards the sky to decrease blood loss, but no, MC's body was half-submerged in water. If MC is really a half-Monster like some theories suggest, than there's a possibility they are more resilient, lasting one to two more hours, compared to the avg humans that can die in less than five minutes. That could be why Kuras is so fascinated with you too, not just for the cursed arms, but there was almost no way you could've survived with all the odds against you. I also don't think we stayed out there longer than one to two hours because an amputated arm is only good for four to six hours before you can reattach them. And considering Kuras' eldritch instincts, I can't see being out there for longer than two hours max.

So let's say Kuras finds MC around 9-10 PM at the wastes. He takes them to the clinic and reattaches the arm using his magic. We are then asleep overnight, approximately 10 hours, naked with only a cold linen sheet on a cot, before we wake up. Tbh I don't know which is worse: if Kuras left us there while we were asleep or just did paperwork while we were lying practically naked right next to him till we woke up the next morning. Good thing Kuras isn't a pervert (?)

(A/N: also not even a blanket??? Unless he was keeping the room toasty with his powers, thanks I guess, Mr Sunny D)

Why I think we were down for around 10 hours is for a few reasons.

Most obvious one: When we went inside the Wet Wick, MC mentions they were surprised at the amount of people when it wasn't even mid-day (12 PM). So maybe it's around 10 AM, maybe even earlier than that.

The impatient knock from the front door is an indicator that Kuras was taking longer than he usually did, but not too long for people to start yelling. Maybe his clinic has an official starting time, and so citizens wake up early to wait in line outside till it officially starts. But with MC taking up the only cot in the clinic and sleeping there for the entire night, he had to start a little later, hence people getting annoyed cuz they woke up super early to wait in line, but Kuras hasn't let people in yet.

MC got super hungry at the vendors, which makes sense since they haven't eaten for so long.

So yeah, this is all I've got for MC's timeline from when the Soulless attacked and when they woke up. I have read other theories saying it was Ais' who found us and brought us to Kuras' clinic which is an interesting take, but for the sake with what we are given for now Kuras was the one that saved you.

[fyodior]

i could stay right here and burn in it all day

✯ pairing: rin itoshi x fem reader

✯ notes: inspired by this post by @kentoangel that immediately made me think of rin :') and not that it matters but i imagined rin wearing these swim shorts hehe

✯ warnings: beach sex, prone bone, risky places (kind of), fingering, creampie, pet names (gorgeous, darling, beautiful)

✯ wc: 1.2k

“Rin, honey, I know what you’re trying to do,” you sighed as he sat next to you on your beach towel, grazing his fingers up and down your back.

He just laughs to himself. “I’m not doing anything at all. Am I not allowed to admire the view?”

The sky was painted with swirls of pink and orange as the sun approached the horizon, appearing to sink into the gleaming, cerulean ocean that lapped at the warm sand. That was the view that Rin should’ve been enjoying, but instead, his eyes were glued to you. You were laid on your stomach, head resting on your arms and eyes closed as you inhaled the salty air and relished in the heat. Since the two of you had stumbled upon the secluded beach cove, you had shed your bikini top to avoid tan lines. Which meant that you were laid out, almost completely naked save for the skimpy bottoms that remained tied in loopy bows at your hips. It was driving Rin fucking crazy.

Rin knew he should’ve been appreciating the surreal beach sunset that looked like a Monet painting come to life, but it was impossible to ignore how his cock ached in his swim shorts. The curve of your ass and how the moist skin of your bare back glistened in the orange glow was infinitely more mesmerizing than any scenic view ever could be.

“Can I put some sunscreen on your back?” he asked, already reaching for the bottle in your tote bag.

“The sun is setting, my love,” you mumbled from where your face was buried in your arms.

“You can never be too safe.”

You only sighed as you heard the click of him popping the cap open, and the wet sound of him rubbing the sunscreen between his hands. You shivered a bit as the cool substance came into contact with your toasty skin, but were quickly warmed by Rin’s palms massaging it into your back. It felt heavenly having Rin’s strong, callused palms firmly but gently digging into your skin, working out all the places you didn’t even know you were tense.

You almost got completely lost in the feeling, letting out little groans of pleasure, until you felt his hand wandering towards your lower back, finally coming to cup your ass.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, abandoning your massage to squeeze the soft fat.

“Rin,” you groaned. He was so predictable – but he couldn’t help it! It wasn’t his fault you were so breathtaking the thought of being inside you was always at least somewhere in his mind.

Soon his hand was slipping into your bikini bottoms, and you didn’t stop him as he traced your slit with his fingers. When the feeling disappeared, you thought he had changed his mind, opting instead to just lay with you, but then you heard the unmistakable sound of him spitting onto his fingers. Finding their way back, he was grazing against your slit again before using two digits to spread you open, prodding at your hole with his middle finger. When you didn’t object, only sighed contentedly, Rin slid one inside you. He was surprised to find you already wet enough to slide in all the way to his knuckle, smirking at how little he had to do to turn you on. He slowly dragged it in and out of you, eliciting small whines and groans from your lips.

Rin’s other hand slipped past his own waistband to grip his hardening cock as he added in a second finger inside you, syncing both movements of his hands together. You groaned in time with each other, smiling softly at the pleasure and stretch. But Rin’s self-control was waning. You knew him well, so it didn’t surprise you when your hole was left empty as he climbed on top of you, leaning down to kiss up the warm skin of your back, towards your neck.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Rin whispered as he approached your ear, unconsciously rubbing his trapped hard-on against your ass.

“Hello, Rin,” you giggled, wiggling your hips to give him some friction, making him grunt.

After shoving his waistband down to free himself, lithe fingers pulled your bikini bottoms to the side, touching you once again. The gentle sound of the waves hugging the shore threatened to lull you to sleep, but his cock nestling between your slit, the head nudging your clit woke you right up. Rin rocked his hips slowly between your lips, taking his time to coat his cock in your slick before realigning himself and pushing inside you.

You weren’t afraid to let out a whine that damn ear echoed off the rocky walls that surrounded you, knowing that no one was around to hear it. His thick girth spread your cunt open wide, but the way his knees were braced against your hips kept you from spreading your legs.

Rin leaned down to kiss your neck again, smiling against your skin as his hands slid underneath you to grasp your tits that were pressed against the towel. He whispered sweet praises into your ear and massaged the fat of your chest as he slowly pushed further inside you, coaxing moans out of you until he bottomed out, hips snug against your ass.

“You okay?” he asked, remaining still to allow for you to adjust. When you nodded, he pulled out just slightly before thrusting back into you again. “Fuck, so fucking tight.”

His dark hair obscured his vision as his head fell, overwhelmed by the feeling. He couldn’t imagine a more perfect scenario – his cock buried deep in his lover’s cunt while the setting sun illuminated their secluded beach cove, everything silent save for the sound of sex and the waves.

Building up a rhythm, he fucked into you faster and faster as his cock throbbed, encouraged by the way you clenched tight around him and moaned out his name. He hugged you close to his chest, groaning at how good you felt. “Your pussy is fucking heaven.”

“Rin,” you whimpered, hand gripping the towel tight. The pleasure was overwhelming, each thrust sending shockwaves from your core all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

“You like that, baby?” he smirked as he rutted into you, his cock dragging against your sweet spot over and over. One hand still gripping your breast, he rubbed your hard nipples between his fingers.

“Gon – ah! – gonna cum.”

Your words and whining were bringing him closer and closer to the edge, about to reach his own high. “Cum for me, darling,” he whispers, hand finding your clit and rubbing circles around it as he fucked you.

You did exactly as you were instructed, crying out and gasping as your orgasm washed over you like the salty waves, Rin fucking you through the whole thing. His thrusts became more erratic as he chased his own orgasm, and soon he was cumming with grunts and moans as he released inside you, painting your walls white.

Both breathless, you stayed in the same position before Rin finally gathered the energy to pull out, watching with pride as his plentiful cum and your release dripped out of you, soaking the towel underneath you.

Twilight had finally fallen, enshrouding the two of you in the approaching darkness of the night, though the moon glowed bright. Rin held you in his arms tight, head resting on his chest and smiling.

“I love you, Rinnie,” you mumbled, mind clouded by exhaustion and post-orgasm haze.

“I love you more, beautiful.”

[cowpokeomens]

Pairing: Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader

Word Count: 436

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, nothing more!

something short n soft to help you sleep <3 anyways my dm's are always open to talk abt Hozier hehe goodnight friends!

You understand how the weather works, loosely. You understand enough to be able to predict that February would be even colder than December, that the chances of snow increase dramatically during the second month of the year due to- what? El Niño? God? Whoever, whatever. It gets cold. 

Which makes it all the more insulting that you had really thought setting your thermostat to sixty-five degrees Fahrenheit would be sufficient enough to keep your body warm through the night and into the morning. 

You awaken because your feet are blocks of ice, and you’re absolutely certain that if you leave them out from the covers a second longer, they’ll fall off due to frostbite. Sensing warmth nearby, your body burrows further into the mountain of covers and pillows, until your face collides with something smooth, soft, and delightfully toasty.

“Your nose is a fucking icicle.” A disembodied voice calls from above your den of warmth. 

Shimmying impossibly closer, you hum, “You’re so warm.” There’s a sigh, then your wall of heat is removed temporarily as your partner turns over to face you. Pleased with this new angle, you immediately attach yourself to his chest, feet coming up to rest between his legs.

 He jumps at the contact, skin impossibly hotter than your poor, frozen feet. “Motherfuck- Do you have a pulse? No, I’m being so serious, stop laughing, I think you’re hypothermic-”

You let out another pleased hum, wiggling your toes as you crack an eye open to look up at him. Long hair is barely tied back into a low ponytail, beard scruffy even by his standards. His chest is bare, displaying a myriad of tattoos that are so familiar they might as well be your own. Dark eyes meet yours, and the tenderness there has you melting in more ways than one. 

“Good morning, Joakim.” You rasp, giving him the tiniest smile. 

A set of lips presses against your forehead, the gentlest kiss. The movement betrays his faux-exasperated tone as he says, “Good morning, baby.” Hand coming up to pet the back of your head slowly, he pulls you further into his chest.

“We need to turn up the heater.” You mumble into him, already drifting off again. 

“Can’t. If you get out of bed, you’ll freeze and die; If I get out of bed, you’ll freeze and die.” He reasons, still rubbing at your scalp soothingly.

You barely nod an affirmative. “True, you’re so smart.”

Humming in agreement, he settles back into bed, pulling you with him, the both of you content to fight off the cold for just a few more hours.

[wordsofoleander]

🌸 where you should give the bloomic characters a kiss!

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❥ 619 words ❥ tags: pure fluff, all of the characters except societyboy ❥ cw: owl's section may be a little bit suggestive ❥ notes: my thirst for pure tender fluff is unquenchable. can't believe this is finally leaving my drafts after like, half a year? enjoy!

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— nightowl: on his collarbone

- there's no denying it when you hear nightowl's labored breathing and feel the rapid beating of his heart when you pull away from the crook of his neck. when you gaze even deeper into his half-lidded eyes and feel his grip on your waist tighten, you become just as lost as he is. hey cutie, you won't think of him as selfish now if he asked for seconds, right?

— quest: on his chest

- sometimes, after a long and tiring day at work, some quality time to unwind with each other is just what you and quest need. one of his favorite ways to do so is to hold his angel in his arms! he feels his heart skip a beat every time he feels you drowsily kiss him on his chest, just above the fabric of his shirt. with moments like these, there's nothing else in the world he could ever wish for.

— xyx: on his cheek

- when xyx sees you tiptoeing towards him and feels your lips on his cheek, he's gone. oh what have you done to him this time, doll? nowadays, he can't help but ask you to reward him with a kiss on the exact same spot for the little favors he does for you with a shit-eating grin on his face. the whole thing makes him feel like he isn't himself. gross. but the way he looks at you says otherwise.

— nakedtoaster: on his chin

- height difference go brr. toasty finds it hilarious how you could be standing on your toes and still be barely reaching the upper half of their face. though when your lips finally touch their skin, he finds his eyes closing shut and his lips letting out a quiet sigh of relief, wishing for the millionth time that their fast-beating heart calm down at least for a little bit.

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bonus for the non-lis!

— onionthief: on his nose

- it’s amusing how one little kiss from you is enough to get onion to shut up completely. you’re convinced that it’s all worth it every time you see his cheeks brighten when you pull away. his full reaction is always a surprise, and you certainly can’t correctly predict what it will be. but when he’s feeling playful and starts to reach for your arm in hopes of revenge, you know you’ve hit the jackpot.

— two2: on the corner of their mouth

- it's become a common occurrence to make dinner together with two and their sister. they're so focused on the task that they don't notice the tiny bits of food left over on their face after taste testing the food. despite the shock from the siblings that comes after, there’s no better excuse than that to plant a quick and chaste kiss just centimeters away from his lips!

— june: on her forehead

- there's just something about feeling a kiss from you on her forehead that sets june's pulse racing. it melts your heart whenever you see her beam at you in response just as much as hers does the exact same thing when you kiss her. you note that there is a spring in her step after, and you can already tell that she’ll forever cherish these little moments with you.

— biglady: on her palm

- lady loves loves loves to cup your face in her hands and gush about how you're the absolute best. when you take one hand against your cheek and give it a smooch, her expression softens, cheeks with a light blush. though you better prepare yourself, as she'll be sure to pepper your face in kisses in return!

— salocin: on the back of his hand

- you once found yourself taking salo's hand in yours and giving it a peck in thanks, saying something about how he's the best grandfather figure you could ever ask for. who wouldn't? it takes you mere seconds to process his reaction. he's happy but... wait, shit. are you...? ohmygod i'm so sorry, salo. please don't cry—

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[goblinmatriarch]

@drarrymicrofic

Prompt: cutthroat

Their rivalry never went away, exactly, just mellowed. They would both compete over just about anything; Pansy and Hermione had made weary eye contact over pancake flipping contests, drawn-out gardening battles, and a particularly bizarre week where they swapped wardrobes due to an argument over style v comfort.

Ron had predicted it would die out when Scorpius joined their family, but it only switched to contests over telling the best stories (Daddy does better voices, but Papa's are dreamier), or making the best snacks (Daddy's toasties are meltier in the middle), or whatever else they could gloat and bicker over.

When Lily was 12, she rolled her eyes and condescendingly encouraged them to "play nicely" after they turned family games night into a weeks-long single-elimination tournament. Uncle George adjudicated the fanciest dinner competition that led to the ban on lighting alcohol (or anything else) on fire, and when Scorpius brought Alice home to meet his family, he insisted that his parents have a "normalness competition", the rules of which were that the first person to get competitive about anything lost.

They were still engaged in that competition three months later, and in spite of their better judgment, the rest of the family had quietly placed bets on who would break first, and how. Hermione, of all people, was caught subtly egging them into a contest to see who could plan the best group holiday.

"I don't see why we shouldn't benefit from their nonsense for once," she'd said with a sniff when Rose and Lily called her up on it. "Or don't you want to go to Mallorca and Prague on their sickle?"

"You've all got it wrong," Ron whispered proudly. "My wife is the most cutthroat one of all."

[toastingpencils37]

Now for the (probably) final fucking rant tonight: Jay

We see that he's obviously part of Ras' dojo for the Tournament. And unlike the other Dragons Rising Jay minifigures that were really just there to mess with us and complete a minifigure collection, this one doesn't seem like it's a dupe figure. Mainly because it doesn't complete a collection like the others did.

So the question is how did he get on Ras' side? An alliance with the Administration and Ras? Unlikely. The Administration are filled with control freaks that would lose their motherfucking minds if they saw what Ras was doing.

So then what? Let's look back at Season 2 Part 1. We saw that Jay was really insecure about his power, not understanding why he had it, and more importantly, fearing that others would find out that he had it.

Now let's look at Ras and what he's done to multiple people. He takes advantages of their weaknesses and uses that to make them side with him. Sure, typically he targets those without elemental powers, but he is obviously not entirely against it, as we see he has Cinder. (Now how he got Cinder on his team is a completely different question, probably having to do with him targetting Cinder's physical weakness. As he can't really seem to fight that well without his powers or Shatterspin. And goes down really fast once a hit is delivered to him)

So, chances are, either before Season 2 Part 2 (and shown in a flashback) or at the beginning of Season 2 Part 2, Ras is going to find Jay, and, knowing that he has powers (whether from previous knowledge from working in Imperium or seeing Jay use his powers), will convince him that he will be safe with Ras and the Wolf Mask Warriors, and wouldn't have to feel the need to hide his powers. Rather, he can use them however and whenever he likes.

(Now how Jay may come about meeting Ras is also a different question. Maybe Jay accidentally let's his powers lose in the Administration, and while the members are trying to arrest him, he escapes. Or maybe he's just doing some patrol work, encounters Ras, and, since he already doesn't like his job, just leaves with no explanation to the members of the Administration, leaving them confused as to why one of their managers just vanished without a trace)

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

Character Q&A - Mallory & Wil - June '24

Hey peoples!

Over on Patreon, members can submit questions for poll-winning characters to answer in-character. The current hotseat belongs to Mal and Wil simultaneously. Since the answers are public, I figured why not post them here too. Enjoy!

For Mal:

Q: Mal, is there a look you feel the most comfortable in?

A: Sorta? It's more like, there's a range I prefer staying inside. I don't like being too tall or too short, I like keeping the toned bod. I'd have glasses a lot more if they weren't a pain in the ass with a mask. Usually prefer not being too masc or fem, but that depends. It's a comfort thing. Oh, and I don't like changing ethnicity. I dunno how to explain it but it feels, like... yeah I dunno. Lying isn't usually a problem for me but that kinda deceit makes me feel not okay.

Q: When did you first discover you could do what you do?

A: I was like nine or ten and I was screwing around in the kitchen. I think I was trying to microwave dirt or something? I was a little shit when I was a kid. Anyway I picked up my toasty dirt and my hand kind of just melted and I'm freaking out and thinking I invented acid dirt. Luckily mom was there and ran in and she kinda knew what to do, so I put my hand back together and started changing skin colours. Red, blue, orange, all kinds. Then I got grounded for microwaving dirt.

Q: What's your idea of a good date?

A: Hm, good question. I like to switch things up, but I'd rather be doing like, an activity. I get kinda restless with sitdown stuff like dinner or going to the movies. Would rather curl up at home if we're gonna watch something. But yeah, like, going to the club, dancing, just doing things in each other's company, and if we can go home and cuddle or uh, more, afterward, then even better. I mean that's not essential, touch is just a thing for me.

Q: What do you think of the new members?

A: Teddie needs to lighten up. I know his power is a shitty hand, but the grouchy act gets kinda old when you're trying to work as a team. Kay's fun, though if she sticks with this career she's either gonna wise up or she's gonna get burned hard. Still, it's nice having someone around who gets gender stuff. I like Wil but I don't think he's cut out for this line of work. Just a feeling. Guilty conscious, you know?

[MC] is interesting. 'lil bit of a wildcard. Definitely holding a lot back, but who isn't? There are deep wounds there, and I mean deep. I dunno. People with nothing to lose are dangerous, and I doubt [MC] has much.

Q: What kind of movies / TV shows do you like?

A: I'm an unrepentant lover of trash. Give me shitty reality TV and direct to DVD movies. Musicals, too. Just, uh, hope you don't mind hearing all the songs over and over the next few days cause I'll be singing them nonstop.

Q: Did you ever think of being an actor?

A: Nah, not for me. Only two things I ever wanted to be. Still working on those.

For Wil:

Q: Wil, what's your idea of a good date?

A: A good date's one where everyone enjoyed themselves. The actual activity could be almost anything. I love taking people to concerts, though. Not big ones, I'm talking the kind that you get at a bar or maybe a smallish performance centre. There's just something special about it.

Q: What do you think of the group?

A: I don't like that Dion kept things quiet until we'd already committed ourselves. I'm all for giving the government a big fuck you, but Dion held it back on purpose. Makes it harder to trust him. The group as a whole is alright, I guess. Get along okay with everyone. Little surreal to have coworkers and friends as a villain. Hanging out with buddies in downtime isn't something I ever pictured villains doing, you know?

[MC] worries me a bit. There's this... haunted air, and that doesn't happen out of nowhere. I kind of hope there's something I can do to help.

Q: What music do you listen to?

A: K-pop and country.

*cracks up*

Okay, that was a lie. Yeah, I'm absolutely predictable. I like punk and metal, bit of alt rock. I have a pipe organ album, too.

...what?

Q: How did you meet Teddie and Kay?

A: We were all younger. Their powers were both already a thing, mine weren't. They used to hang out a lot in this one neighourhood next to the Parks which is basically the Parks minus one percent, and I happened to work at a coffee place there. They came in now and then, got the impression they couldn't really afford it very often. Exchanged a few words here and there, hadn't really met them until they staggered in one day all bloody and bruised. I guess I was the nearest person they vaguely thought they could trust?

Anyway that's how I wound up getting introductions while fixing Teddie's broken nose.

[dipplinduo]

Scrapped Content for The Dichotomy In Our Hearts

Where have I been? Ah. Well. Would you believe me if I told you I have been writing and rewriting the same chapter across this past like...week? xD

I have been working through a series of ideas for chapter updates, but I've been very very stuck on The Dichotomy In Our Hearts.

When I tell you. I have written this one scene. OVER AND OVER. LOOOOL.

Ultimately, I've realized the voice of DIOH comes from a sweeter/reflective/"grow through growing pains" kind of tone. Not as much of a conflict-driven/angsty/"Kieran can you please chill the edge bc you're lowkey toxic chain'd" one, like with what you might see me write in Sweet & Sour Dipplins. And lemme tell you, it feels sooooo good to have this breakthrough, because one thing I've been actively trying to do with DIOH is distinguish it from S&S D across the board (but especially with Kieran & Juliana's characterizations & dynamics).

So that being said, I'm gonna rework the last two chapters. I was originally going to have them come out as part of a bigger update in general, but if you've been following this story you've honestly waited long enough, lol. So! I'm prioritizing this. Next update from me will come out within a few days with the conclusion of this story. <3 In the meantime, I figured I should share some of the scrapped work I had - it's a good scene on its own, but you'll see a different version of this scene play out in a more effective way within Chapter 4. :)

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Kieran huffed out a breath of the furious storm that had festered inside of him. He had hoped his time decompressing in the frosty woods would freeze over the raw cut to his already withering pride, but it proved to no avail as he walked along the cobblestone pathway to his home. He relished in what remained of the short-lived comfort he obtained through casting himself to the shadows as his home’s lingering lights began to expose his wounds back to the watching world. The rays were an anomaly for this time of night; his grandfather had always had a strict rule of dimming the house before bed, and Kieran was highly certain it was too late for people to be awake. 

He braced himself with a careful inhale as he quietly stepped up to the shoji before him, and the door felt like a paper barrier between the last of his solitude and judgment itself. They couldn’t have been waiting up to lecture him some more, could they? At this point, he didn’t need any punishment beyond the torment of his self-criticism. He knew he was rash and reckless. He knew he was lucky the little boy was okay. 

He just wished he was better. It was another moment he could’ve used to prove himself, but he blew it. Again.

 The guilt already gripped into him mercilessly. It seemed as if the history of his inexcusable failures enjoyed repeating themselves - no matter how hard he tried to remedy them by pushing himself - and it seemed as if the world would do anything but retire the spotlight from him while he dug his grave further into the lifeless ground. The real salt in the wound was the dramatic irony of how he had failed this time, though. 

Once again, his efforts were fruitless. Once again, Juliana had stepped in so effortlessly. Once again, she is showered in praise while he is showered in shame. 

And of course she bore witness to his humiliation.

Kieran clenched his jaw tightly as he slid the shoji. He remained stealthy, but still nonetheless moved swiftly to rip the band-aid off to whatever awaited him indoors. He squinted his sensitive eyes against the blaring, toasty lights - they were more powerful than what had seeped through to the front porch - and the illuminance from the lamps refracted warm hues off of the yellow-orange walls. Minus the scattered lights, the house was void of his noisy family members. They must’ve all retreated to their beds as Kieran would reasonably predict.  As Kieran’s vision adjusted to his bright and tidy home, his movements slowed to the sight before him. He stepped inside in a manner that was as Dedenne as he attempted to survey the situation.

Juliana was curled up against the kotatsu in an awkward position - one that looked far from comfortable. It appeared as if she had fallen asleep entirely by accident; she had donned her usual attire instead of the pajamas she was meant to borrow, and she was sitting up rather than lying down into the kotatsu’s blanket that poorly covered her lap. Her back was hunched over so she could rest her cheek against her forearms, which were somewhat sprawled along the wooden surface of the kotatsu. Her Deerling-like eyes remained sealed shut as Keiran inched closer, and there was a subtle droop in her parted jaw as she softly breathed. Odd touches of flyaways and frizz decorated her waved, somewhat messy hair, and Kieran noted slight creases that wrinkled in a hidden gray underneath her eyes. 

Was she waiting up for him? 

It was yet another moment that felt stolen and improper. When he observed her, he could see nothing but a much more vulnerable aspect of his rival that he felt he wasn’t meant to experience.

It was yet another moment that felt stolen and improper. When he observed her, he could see nothing but a much more vulnerable aspect of his rival that he felt he wasn’t meant to experience. She was supposed to be unyielding and ruthless with limitless capabilities. An obstacle in his path that he could overcome to clear his conscience.

Kieran bit the corner of his lip and exhaled slowly - the bewildering tugs of emotions on either end only added to his already building frustration. He quietly snagged the patchworked, quilted blanket that was draped along the plush sofa nearby her - why she couldn’t just resign herself on that at the minimum, Kieran didn’t know - and carefully wrapped it around her narrow shoulders. As he turned to leave, a gentle touch around some of his fingers caused him to gasp. 

“Ki…Ki-”

Kieran’s mouth suddenly felt dry as his heart skipped a beat. 

“-eran,” Juliana finished, and the weird sensation in his chest rallied heat around him. Why was he imagining she would call him…?

The touch around his middle and ring finger became a soft grip as Juliana stirred and began rubbing her face. Now that she was awake, reality struck him back into his senses and he suddenly felt as restless as he was in the woods. 

Kieran tried to keep his voice even as he spoke. "Juliana, it's late. Ya’ should go to bed," 

Juliana blinked sleepily as she sat up, still holding his hand. "I was worried about you," she murmurs. "Are you okay?"

Kieran nearly pulled his hand away as the realization dawned on him. So this was what it was all about: pity.

She was the hero who looked down on him and pitied him before anything else.

The epiphany was a coarse grain of salt rubbing in his wounds, but it was somehow the easiest and most sensible thing to believe than any lingering alternatives. "Why do you care so much?" he snapped, immediately regretting his harsh tone but feeling unable to stop himself. "You don't need to pretend to be worried about me."

Juliana flinched as she became more alert. “Why would I pretend to be worried?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Kieran spat as he snatched his hand away. 

“Why are you trying to pick a fight with me?” Juliana asked firmly as she rose, a hint of anxiety in her defensiveness. “Is this about Peacharunt?”

“It’s about way more than that.” Kieran tightened his fists as he steadied his gaze on a chair cushion, readying his words like canons. “You won again. Ya’ always do. I don’t need your pity as a consolation prize.” 

“I’m not trying to pity you,” Juliana countered. “I just know that things have been hard lately, and I-”

Kieran turned to face her, his voice almost trembling as the pain in her face brought out some of his own. “That’s why ya’ came here in the first place, right? I just mess everything up left and right. Ya’ just want ta’ keep an eye on me and fix my mistakes. ‘Cause I’m so horrible.”

Juliana stepped closer and spoke softly enough to make the hair behind Kieran’s neck raise. “Kieran, you’re not horrible at all. But you’re acting like you are, and you keep pushing people away. You’re pushing me away.”

Juliana’s cries fell on deaf ears as the anger flared inside of Kieran, directionless. An ugly mix of self-loathing, resentment, and deep-seeded insecurity oozed uncontrollably as he spat out his words. "Stop beatin’ around the bush, everyone knows that I can't ever measure up to you!” His voice cracked with the weight of his emotions, and he turned away again, unable to face her and complete his thought. How even his own grandparents trusted her battle skills over his.

“This isn’t a competition. I’m not trying to compete with you,” Juliana breathed unevenly, as if there was something unsteady brewing in her.

Kieran's eyes narrowed, his frustration boiling over. "Ya’ think it's not a competition? It's always a competition! Everyone is always comparing us, and I always come up short. Do ya’ even know what that's like?” Kieran continued as Juliana opened her mouth in protest. “Ya’ don’t. ‘Cause you’re always the hero everyone wants and loves. You are perfect,” Kieran spat as an insult as he ran out of breath. 

A pulsating surge of shock struck Kieran as his rival’s voice grew uncharacteristically intense. "You think I'm perfect? You think I don’t have struggles? That I don’t actually care about you at all?” Her voice cracked before becoming small and hushed. “How could you say such a thing?”

His eyes danced between hers in anguish, and he messily attempted to somewhat soften his outburst as he recalled her smile under the fireworks. “If you had any flaws they’d just be a work of art.” (MAKE CONTRADICTION MORE FLUID)

“I thought you of all people would know that I'm anything but perfect!” Juliana cried out, tears bursting down her face. “After everything you’ve seen me struggle with.”

As he witnessed the seams of her composure become undone, Kieran felt as if he was sinking, too. The tension in his fists released as he was taken aback, rendered speechless. 

Juliana continued to fall apart before him, using both of her hands to wipe her face repeatedly as her voice trembled. “I don’t fit in at the academy. I miss being at home. And the only person that really feels like a home is the one person I’m pitted against. You’ve seen me fail over and over again with all of these things. You’ve seen parts of me I haven’t shown anyone else. But you... you act like I’m this flawless person who just waltzes through life without a care. And it hurts, Kieran. It hurts because I care about you so much, and you don’t even see it.”

Kieran’s eyes widened as he was hit with a sudden sense of clarity. He began to blink rapidly as he recalled the intimacy and affection he had misread as a threat. Her giddiness, her eagerness to accompany him and cling to him, her interest in his thoughts and moods. A tingle ruptured inside him as he pieced everything together. 

She…liked him? 

It felt like a haughty deduction, but it was the only way he could make sense of such strong feelings. He wasn’t sure what to make of it - what he was even supposed to do with it. Kieran hesitantly reached out an arm around the shaking girl’s back and nudged her forward. His hyperawareness grew as she collapsed into him as she sobbed, curling her fingernails around arms. It felt as she was slipping down, and Kieran unintentionally dropped to the floor with her as she buried herself against him. 

It was a moment he was entirely unprepared for and could never predict. There was a part of him that felt good - as if his damaged ego was stroked and given value. There was another that raved about the attention he was receiving, to have someone fight because they cared. There was another part that was disgusted at himself for those feelings. There was another that couldn’t make sense of Juliana and her multidimensionality. Was he wrong about her? Does he have the right to be mad at her? Is he even mad at her? Why would she have a crush on him, if she even did? Kieran felt as if he was short-circuiting from the swirling contemplation. 

He was ages away from speaking as Juliana continued to blubber. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do! I don’t know how to make up for what happened with Ogerpon! And it breaks my heart to keep seeing you get so angry without knowing how to fix it!” 

"Juliana, I..." he starts, staring aimlessly at the wall behind her as his voice trails off. “I didn’t realize…” 

"Of course you didn't," she weakly replies against him to the point where it was difficult to hear. "You're too busy seeing me as this perfect person who has it all together, like everyone else. Well, I'm not. And it hurts, Kieran. It hurts.” She repeated, nearly nonsensical.

(Below are notes that follow the direction of the scene):

Kieran feels guilty and hugs Juliana awkwardly

I'm sorry/angry at self / feels disarmed by Juliana's crying

His thoughts eventually grow quiet as she sags further against him and nearly falls asleep 

“We should both go to bed” wanted to escape but didn't want to leave, conflicted 

(J) I’m sorry if I was being too much

(K): Thats the second time you said that/improved ability to observe Juliana

Was she afraid of taking up space? Starts to see how difficult that must be

Closes door abruptly, holds his hands to his face where Juliana touched him

~EMBARRASSED EMO ~ / Reflection on duality of relationship

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Our House

Summary: Just outside of the city, resides Jun and (Y/n), where they live happily together. 

Oneshot (Drabble?)

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 980

Junhui (Jun) X Reader

Not Requested

Prompt: 1. “I’ll light the fire; you place the stockings on the mantle.” 

(Based off of Our House by Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young)

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Away from the hustle and bustle of the city stands Jun’s and your house. A place to escape from your busy city lives to have the peace of a late night after a long day. It wasn’t extravagant or bold. It was quaint and beautiful, just as a home should be. And on days like today. Where the snow is four feet high and climbing, it doesn’t feel still and boring. It feels alive. Your love made the house into a home. Although not everything was perfect considering your friends couldn’t meet you for Christmas this year. The snowstorm was too out of control for anyone to be outside. Not even snow plow trucks dared to plow the steep snow. 

Earlier that week, you had exchanged presents with all of your friends to open on Christmas day due to the forecast predicting a snowstorm of a century. It was an accurate prediction, considering the whistling winds and blanketing snow. But you couldn’t help but feel warm in your house even though the snow was coming down. Next to you lays Junhui, and nothing could make you feel cold next to him. He’s like sunshine and sunflowers, bright and sweet. Even though the house was a bit chilly, even with the heat on, you felt toasty because of him. 

He wakes you up in the late afternoon, and you follow him down the stairs. When you reach the kitchen, he says, “Let’s make breakfast together.” And you grin as you both get out the ingredients. He cracks little jokes as he works alongside you. You shake your head as you laugh. You find a vase you picked up by chance a few weeks ago. You place some fake flowers inside to mimic an old diner-style breakfast. He joins you at the table with both plates garnished to perfection. Or in some people’s opinion, too much syrup for the amount of pancakes you had. You grin as he grabs your hand, “Tomorrow will be the second Christmas we celebrate in our house.” You squeeze his hand and look him in the eyes after finishing a bite. “It’s our second Christmas Eve here together.” He nods before kissing your knuckles and eating his pancakes. 

As it grows later into the night, Junhui says, “I’ll light the fire, you place the stockings on the mantle.” You nodded, and he got to work on lighting the fire as you pulled the stockings out of their box. Written in cursive glitter is “Junhui” on one and “(Y/n)” on the other. You smile as you remember making them for your first Christmas together. It was right before everyone came to your big get-together. Something was cooking in the hot pot as you worked on each other’s stockings, the two of you making the best-glued glitter cursive letters you could. 

You shake your head as you pull them out of their box and head over to where Jun is sitting. This year would be different with just the two of you together. While you loved your friends, you didn’t mind that they couldn’t make it this year because it meant you got to spend the next two nights quietly together. It was sweet and simple, as you always wished for it. 

You grab your two stockings and hang them on either side of the fireplace as Jun manages to spark the flint and catches the wood on fire. You both stand back as you watch the flames dance around before patting him on the back and sitting in front of the fire. You smile as you watch it dance to the subtle breeze of your hands as you talk. The crackle of the flames serves as the perfect background noise as you lean your head against his shoulder. The two of you start talking about Christmases you’ve had before. And your two cats find the warmth of the fire on either side of the both of you as he rests his head on top of yours. 

When you both grow tired of talking, you listen to the roaring fire in front of you before he starts humming. You encourage him to sing, and he happily does. He sings songs he’s never sung for anyone but you. Because to him, you are the only one who deserves to hear him sing songs of his deep love and devotion for you. You harmonize every once in a while, singing alongside him as you fall deeper in love with him.

He starts making up a song, “Our house is a very very very fine house. With two cats lied beside us. Our love is all around us. Life used to be so hard, now everything is easy cause of you, and our…” You sing along to the next line, “La-la, la-la-la la la…” He makes up his own verses, “I’ll light the fire, you’ll place the stockings on the mantle. That we decorated last year. Our love grows oh so gentle, in our house.” You can’t help but grin at him as he finishes singing, and the fire dwindles to a few small flames. “I don’t think I can see yellow and orange anymore.” He laughs and kisses the top of your head. “Me neither.” 

While neither of you had done much with the fire out, you both head up to your shared bedroom. Tired but content, as you get underneath the covers, you whisper, “Merry Christmas Eve, Jun.” He smiles, “Merry Christmas Eve, (Y/n).” He kisses your forehead as you begin to fall asleep in his arms. Perfectly content in his arms, where he was perfectly content surrounding you in his arms. He whispers as he says, “Life used to be so hard, but everything is easy cause of you.” And with that, the two of you comfortably fall asleep in your house, safe from where the storm rages outside.

[godlizzza]

Holiday prompt: teenage danbert where herbert gets to spend christmas eve/morning with dan's family?

Herbert woke on Christmas morning with Dan's hair in his mouth. Wrinkling his nose, he eased back and spat the brown strands out, squinting at the pale light filtering in between the crack in the curtains and slicing across his face. He tried to sit up back Dan squeezed him tighter, arms locked around Herbert's waist and keeping him firmly pressed against the mattress. Herbert glanced down at him and saw Dan's mouth quirk up at the corners.

He finally opened his brown eyes to look up at Herbert and say, "Merry Christmas."

It was the same thing he'd said last night at the stroke of twelve. He'd pestered him into staying up until midnight purely to wish him a happy Christmas the second he could. Herbert had found him as trying then as he did now, but he couldn't fight the swell of fondness that rose in his chest. It was all such a Dan thing to do.

"Merry Christmas to you too," he mumbled back, poking Dan's nose and smirking at his subsequent scowl. "Sleep well? Or were you too excited thinking of Santa to get any shut eye?"

"I slept amazing," Dan replied haughtily. "But only because I had my human body pillow to keep me company."

He ducked his head down and burrowed into Herbert's chest, nuzzling his sternum hard. Herbert squirmed and shoved at his head, but Dan held firm, hands raking down Herbert's back and slipping dangerously close to his sides. Herbert instantly went stiff and grabbed Dan's wrists, halting his hands before his treacherous fingers could slip beneath the fabric of his shirt.

"Don't you tickle me," he gasped desperately. "If you do, I can't be held responsible for my reflexes."

Dan rolled his eyes but his smile was still soft and syrupy, sweetened with remnants of sleep still sticking to him. "You and your sensitive nerves..."

He gently leaned in and pressed his lips to Herbert's collarbone, where the neck of his shirt dipped low enough to expose the skin of his chest. Herbert shivered at the contact and felt Dan smile against his skin.

"Sooo sensitive," Dan went on in a whisper, trailing his lips higher and kissing Herbert's neck.

Herbert hummed somewhere in the back of his throat, his hands coming to rest on Dan's shoulders. The trouble with sharing a bed with Dan was that they always inevitably wound up here: with Dan's hands and lips and on him, pressing him into the mattress. Herbert didn't dislike it, but he did think Dan could perhaps work on not being so predictable. He was warm though. Positively toasty, in fact. The heat of his body wafted up between them, caged in by the plush comforter and forming a cocoon around them. Herbert's eyes slipped shut as Dan pressed a kiss beneath his jaw and he basked in that warmth.

They didn't have long to indulge, however, before a light rapping came at the door. Herbert opened his eyes to watch Dan blink over his shoulder towards the knocking.

"Danny, Herbert," came the chipper voice of Dan's mother, Leanne, "Are you two up yet?"

"Yeah, Mom," Dan grumbled, releasing his octopus-like grip on Herbert and sitting up. He yawned and stretched, his joints popping with the motion. He sleepily scratched at the light trail of hair dusting his stomach and smacked his lips a couple of times. "We're up."

"Oh, good!" she chirped. "I'm making eggs. Herbert, dear? How would you like yours?"

"Scrambled, please," Herbert replied, reaching for his glasses on the bedside table."

"You got it. See you two in a minute."

Leanne's voice disappeared as her footsteps grew distant, heading towards the stairs. There had been a time when she may have swung the door open with less prompting. After one particularly close call when she had nearly walked in on the two of them making out on top of the sheets, Dan had apparently concocted some story that Herbert was exceedingly private and paranoid about people walking into his room unannounced. Ever since, Leanne had gone out her way to deliberately knock and not enter until Dan gave her the go-ahead. Herbert liked her that much more for it. He couldn't imagine his own mother ever being so considerate.

He followed Dan out of the cosy bed with some regret. He'd never been much of one for Christmas, so a day spent laying beneath a pile of warm blankets sounded just as good a way to spend Christmas day than anything else he could think of. But the Christmas aspect had been what Dan was so excited to have Herbert over for, so he supposed their itinerary was to be more than simply lazing about.

"You're sure this is okay?" Herbert asked, tugging at his pajama shirt as he and Dan padded down the stairs.

Dan glanced over his shoulder, eyes flicking down to catch Herbert fiddling with his buttons, and a grin spread across his face. "Of course, it's okay. You don't need formal dress for this. It's Christmas morning, not dinner at the royal palace."

Herbert frowned but didn't fight him on it. If walking around in his plaid pajamas and socks was okay by the Cain household, he supposed that was fine. It still felt unnatural and odd though. Discomfort prickled up his spine, the irrational fear that his grandfather would spring out from behind a potted plant and accuse him of being a slob itched at the base of his skull. He ignored it though as he and Dan descended the stairs and were welcomed by the smell of frying eggs.

Leanne turned from the stove and gave them a warm smile as they entered the living room. She wore a pink Santa hat and an apron embroidered with a smiling snowman over her nightdress. She waved her spatula at them as Dan tugged Herbert over towards the glimmering Christmas tree.

His father, Scott, was down on his knees, lighting the fireplace. The chopped logs and kindling lit, the fire crackling to life in the hearth. He sat back and clapped his hands together, sending a shower of soot raining down from his palms, onto the carpet. He was also wearing his pajama bottoms, but had on a truly gaudy Christmas sweater, decorated little flashing bulbs. He smiled as Dan excitedly sat down by the stack of presents beneath the pine's green branches.

"Morning, boys," Scott greeted in his usual booming voice. "Merry Christmas."

"Thank you," Herbert replied, slowly sinking down to sit beside Dan on the plush rug. "Merry Christmas to you as well."

Dan paused in his ogling of the wrapped presents to shoot a little smile at Herbert. Herbert just glared right back, daring him to say something. He always gave him grief for being what he called 'overly polite' to his parents, but Herbert had no idea how he was supposed to talk to them otherwise. He certainly couldn't pal around with them in the casual way Dan did. That would be...obscene.

"Ready for breakfast?" Scott asked.

"Dad," Dan whined. "Can't we do the presents first?"

"Daniel Jonathan Cain," Leanne chided as she shuffled into the living room, patting down her apron. "You haven't changed since you were a baby." She shot a sparkling smile at Herbert and said, "I used to have to hide his presents in the attic. If I left them under the tree, he'd sneak them away to his room and open them early."

Dan pouted, a blush colouring his cheeks. "I did that one time."

"One time too many," Leanne corrected, then settled down on the arm of the sofa. "But I think we can put Dan out of his misery and do the presents first."

Dan pumped his fist and scrambled to grab the nearest parcel; a small box wrapped in green paper, tied off with a silver ribbon. He shredded the paper apart, flinging the scraps over his shoulders and tearing the box open to reveal a baseball. Herbert frowned slightly at this. Sure, Dan liked baseball, but didn't he have balls already? What did he need with one more? His thoughts were interrupted by Dan's loud gasp. He clutched the box tightly in his hands and brought it an inch from his nose, his eyes wide as he examined it.

"Is that-?" Dan stammered. "Dennis Eckersley?" He lowered the box and stared in wonderment at his dad, who just smiled knowingly back. "You got me a ball signed by Dennis Eckersley? How?"

"Got your Uncle Marv to go to charity auction event for me. Told him to get whatever was best. Soon as he told me he got that ball, I knew you'd love it," Scott replied with a chuckle.

"I do love it," Dan said, hugging the ball tight to his chest. "Thanks, Dad."

Scott clapped Dan on the shoulder and squeezed. Herbert watched the interaction, his eyes glued to where Scott's fingers dug into the fabric of Dan's sweatshirt. When was the last time his father had touched him? Shown him affection? Spoken to him at all? He couldn't remember. Probably not for a long time. After all, conversing with his son would hardly fit in with the busy schedule Grandfather had made for him.

Herbert watched the Cains open several more presents after that: Leanne got Scott a new lawnmower, Dan gave his parents a framed photo of the three of them on some vacation they'd all taken together, Scott got Leanne concert tickets to a band Herbert had never heard of before, and Dan opened several more presents from his parents and extended family. Herbert observed it all from his comfy spot on the floor. It seemed like a scene out of a holiday movie, full of smiles, looks of fondness, and family cheer. With the warmth of the fireplace and the scraps of torn wrapping paper at his feet, Herbert felt cosy in a way he never had on Christmas before. His Christmases were usually spent doing his summer homework from his room, watching the snow fall outside and wondering if his mother would force him to accompany her to a charity dinner.

"This one's for you, Herbert dear."

Herbert's reverie popped like a soap bubble as he came back to himself and blinked at the silver polka-dotted parcel Leanne was holding out to him. He took it without thinking, then frowned down at it in confusion.

"For me?"

"Yes, of course!" Leanne said, her hands knitted together on her lap. "I knew I had to get you something as soon as I knew you'd be spending Christmas with us. It's such a shame you can't be with your own family this year, but I hope you feel at home with us, all the same."

His parents were actually spending Christmas together for once, though it was in France, without Herbert. His father was there for business reasons, and his mother had insisted she come along, though that invitation had not been extended to their son. It suited Herbert just fine- no stuffy dinners to attend with his mother, spent being paraded and ordered to play little ditties on the piano- but Dan had been appalled when he'd told him.

"You can't spend Christmas alone," Dan had insisted.

"I won't be alone," Herbert had replied. "Colette will be there."

Dan had rolled his eyes at this. "Your maid doesn't count. No. No way. You're coming over to my house, no questions asked."

In the present, Herbert blinked at the three faces pointed his way. That uncomfortable itch was back, scraping at the nape of his neck. He had to look away, tugging at a thread on his elbow.

"Thank you, but, um. I didn't get you anything," he admitted, to which Leanne waved him off.

"Don't you worry about that. I just saw this and knew you had to have it."

"Yeah," Scott agreed, one arm around his wife's shoulders. "Go ahead, Champ. Open it up."

Herbert's eyes sought Dan, who gave him an encouraging nod. Herbert swallowed down against the dryness in his throat and did just that, peeling back the paper until a bright sweater revealed itself. He picked it up and held it out before him, the knitted wool rolling down to reveal the image woven into the fabric.

"Oh, Mom, that's great," Dan said.

"I know!" Leanne squealed, slapping Scott's leg. "Isn't it just perfect for him?"

In the middle of the green sweater was a picture of Albert Einstein wearing a Santa hat. A chain of what looked like gingerbread men holding hands was knitted into the hem of the sweater, making a ring around the waist. The cuffs were white with little atom symbols embroidered around the circumference.

"It might be a little big on you, Hon, but that's okay," Leanne said.

Dan knocked his knee against Herbert's and nodded at the garment. "Put it on," he urged.

Herbert, not knowing what else to do, wordlessly obeyed. He pulled the sweater over his head, taking care to not let the woolen strands get caught on his glasses. He threaded his arms through the sleeves then stared down at Einstein peering out from his chest. Leanne beamed, watching for his reaction.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

Herbert nodded, trailing his fingers along the soft wool. "Yes, thank you."

Leanne clapped her hands together excitedly. In that moment, she greatly resembled Dan getting ready to tear into some presents.

"I'm so glad," she sighed, pressing a hand over her breast. Then, with a click of her tongue, she rose to her feet, Scott's arm slipping from her shoulders. "Now, come along, you boys. Your eggs are getting cold."

"Yes, Maam," Scott grunted as he pushed himself from the sofa and followed after her.

He ruffled Dan's hair, earning him a cry of protest from his son, and patted Herbert's shoulder. Herbert stared at that hand on his shoulder, Scott's hand big and rough from a career spent toiling in gardens. His touch was there only for a moment, gone in a second, as though he hadn't even thought about the action at all. He paced after his wife, leaving Herbert and Dan alone by the tree.

Dan waited until his parents' voices grew faint as they entered the kitchen before turning to Herbert and speaking softly. "Well? How're you liking your first real Christmas morning?"

"Good," Herbert replied, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. "There are slightly less singing snowmen and elves than I'd anticipated, but this is still very nice."

Dan's eyebrows bumped up towards his hairline. "What kind of movies have you been watching? Without me?" When Herbert made a big show of shrugging innocently, Dan's expression broke into a grin and he ducked his chin down. Leaning forward, he murmured into Herbert's ear, "For what it's worth, I'm really happy your here. Everything's way better when you're around."

Herbert had to press his lips into a straight, hard line to keep them from doing something stupid, like tilting into a lopsided, lovesick smile. That's what being in love with Dan was like though: sickening.

"I'm glad too," was all he replied with, but Dan's smile didn't dim.

"After breakfast, we can go sledding," he said, then nodded at the window. "Look. It's snowing."

Herbert turned and saw that Dan was right. Some time since they'd woken up, snow had begun to gently fall from the sky, adding to the piles of chilly white clumps blanketing the ground. The outside world looked like a giant hand had coated everything with glittering frosting. Children were already racing out of their homes, padded in layers of coats and scarves, to build snowmen and throw snowballs at each other. Just watching them made draw his knees up to his chest and bask in the bubble of warmth that was the Cain living room.

Dan pressed a hand to Herbert's back as they both watched the neighbourhood children play. He could feel that Dan wanted to do more- hug or embrace him- but with his parents only in the next room, it was impossible. Herbert cherished that hand though, leaned back against Dan's touch, simply luxuriating in him being so near.

"That sounds like fun," Herbert said, and Dan laughed.

Maybe he could learn to love Christmas if he could spend them all like this.