#big space heater too great for snow days

[soothedcerberus]

Sorry if this sounds strange or possibly out of character, but I mean it as the best compliment I could possibly give...

Dirk gives me absolute father vibes. (Or maybe uncle vibes idk.)

Heheh, I can see dad vibes! But for me, Dirk is that big and stoic-looking uncle who is actually very protective and kind-if not a bit awkward at times.

#also because rembrandt wants to be a dad 🥺🥺 #also because Derek would be much more comfortable taking on a supportive ‘Uncle’ role #if rembrandt would have kids dirk would help them pull pranks on their dad constantly #would teach them to hunt if they wanted #big space heater too great for snow days #would make the best barbecue vegetables #wouldnt mind being used as a jungle gym #dirk the dragontaur #oc asks #hed def be awkward around kids at first but i think he'd warm up very quickly to them especially if they were his brothers or daels #heheh thank u for the ask!! :]]] #glasseatingdragon

[mizusnose]

Lay your hands on me

Part One

Mizu x Akemi

3.5k words

tags: Modern AU, Questioning Sexuality Akemi, Lesbian Mizu, Making Out, Smoking, Lesbian Porn, Sexual Tension, Mean Mizu, Hometown Trauma

Summary: Akemi experiences post-grad loneliness (and horniness) and starts questioning her sexuality. She goes to a local bar in her hometown to fix it. Mizu helps her out with her dilemma.

A/N: I just think it would be neat for Akemi to start questioning her sexuality while she’s back in her hometown. More specially her attraction towards hot butches 🥰

Post-grad life was treating Akemi pretty well. Granted, it had only been a week since she had graduated, the soft pane of her childhood window awash with snow and dirt from the wind. Her parents hadn’t turned her room into an office, workout room, or storage like most of her other friend’s parents had done. Instead, she got to look at all the k-pop posters she had hung up in her high school era. Splattered polaroids when that was a thing, marked by pink sparkly sharpie and stickers too cute and too childish for her now. The whisper of her childhood frozen and unfettered by time.

She’d fall asleep amongst the mountains of unpacked clothes and wake well into the day, drowsy and sticky from the space heater. Deciding to relax and rot only lasted a few days before her life started picking back up without her.

She had to get paperwork done for her job that would start at the tail end of January. Some local newspaper position that sounded exactly right on paper in every way. She didn’t want to talk about how long she took to accept her offer when it popped up in her email five whole days after graduation.

Her parents would scold her for taking showers daily, especially if she wasn’t going anywhere so she was left to rot in her pajamas bottoms since she got back home. The only real thing changing was her shirts and whether or not she decided to wear a bra that day—which was usually a no go.

She wondered if this is what post-grad life was really supposed to be. Late mornings and reheated coffee and pajama bottoms. Akemi didn’t want to think about how others her age were probably out with their friends, family, or significant others for the holiday break. All of her friends were still at university or had moved away. While her hometown friends were moms, engaged, or no longer in contact.

The glow-in-the-dark stars that shone a deep muted green for minutes after she turned off her light was her only company on cold nights. Her longtime business major boyfriend Taigen had broken up with her before he graduated in the spring six months ago. Something about moving to New York and making it big. Not like he was gonna be interning under his fathers company that already made millions.

Although, Akemi supposed she wasn’t too different from Taigen in that respect. Both her parents were realtors that ruled their hometown. It’s what paid Akemi’s way through undergrad. It’s what she was expecting to pay for her masters.

After all, she wasn’t staying here for long. The plan was always a gap year to start saving before going out into the world and conquering it, or whatever it was that was advertised most these days. This would be temporary.

But then again, a degree in English was never really a great option was it? Or at least, that’s what her parents would say when they thought she wasn’t around. To each other in the pantry that meets the lip of the kitchen. Or at their hosted neighborhood dinner parties, whispering and shaking their heads with other parents. It wasn’t a lifestyle choice they were proud of.

The fact that she had hauled all of her stuff from college back home was something that only proved their point further. Akemi felt like a child who wasn’t stopped when her imagination got too big, and now she was dealing with the consequences.

Feeling lonely and horny on top of it all felt like the icing on top. Her collection of dildos and vibrators tucked away at the bottom of her underwear drawer seemed crude and way too loud in her parents house. She would watch porn and work too long and too hard to orgasm. Taigen always used to marvel at how wet she would get. Now though, Akemi found herself reaching for lube every time she wanted to masturbate. It felt like an important part of her unraveling. A key turning point.

The first time that Akemi got off to lesbian porn, she felt guilt in a way. She’d watched it before back in the beginning parts of college when everyone was experimenting. Akemi herself had kissed a girl at her first house party at eighteen years old. However, this time felt different. She barely got halfway through the cringey teacher and student plot before Akemi had to shove her pajamas down and rub one off mean and messy. No lube required.

The second time it happened, Akemi used a dildo and was more prepared for the hunger that bloomed inside her gut. It was like a forest fire the way the desire burned into her. A kick to her gut and a shove to her clit and she was gone.

She didn’t understand. Taigen had always fucked her the way she wanted—slow and soft and with whispers and cuddles afterwards. It was fine. It was sex.

This was something entirely different. One that Akemi felt was important to note. She’d never fucked a girl. Never been fucked by one either. Her very limited experience of women started and ended with the porn she was starting to rely on to get off.

She texted her friends about it. Got a flurry of responses that ended up with Akemi self-reflecting and asking herself what she wanted.

It wasn’t an easy decision. She told her girlfriends as much. They suggested a night on the town, and Akemi figured why not? It had been ages since she had gone out. Been even longer since she had gone out in her hometown.

So that’s how she finds herself in a bar that doubles as a sports spot during the day. Billiard tables line the entryway and take up most of the place where groups of men and women alike play. It’s a Saturday night and a bit busy for a small town. The bartop is a long expanse of wood that juts out at a corner and extends to the other end of the room in an L shape. It’s a small place. One room with a connected outside patio with stringed lights.

The security guard has to double check her ID and even after that he eyes her closely as she enters. Akemi feels overdressed the second she gets in. Mostly everyone is wearing jeans. Akemi spots a tank top here and there, but flannels and long sleeves with a modest crop and cut are the majority. Every guy is a copy and paste of rough jackets and some snapbacks worse for wear.

She sets her jacket on a rack and wraps her arms around herself. The velvet of her shirt barely extends past her shoulders before it connects to lacy long sleeves that hide nothing. Her matching butterfly tattoos hover above her collarbones. The deep V-cut of the shirt leaves little to imagination, and the cropped cut accentuates her waist. The mini skirt and tights are just as out of place. Akemi feels herself turn hot and wonders if this is really the place she should’ve gone to.

But before she can second-guess herself, she swallows hard and marches to the bartop to order herself a drink. She’s already slightly tipsy from the wine she had with her dinner beforehand. Yet the liquid courage disperses once Akemi reaches the mess of bodies blocking the bartop. She squishes and politely tries to wiggle her way through but is met with less than friendly looks.

Just as she’s started to give up, a strong shoulder brushes up against her and nearly shoves her out of the way completely. Akemi feels the wine as she stumbles. Her face feels hot when she turns to see who it is, and feels it burn hotter when she realizes.

It’s a woman. Dressed in dark wash jeans and doc martens. She’s also wearing a long sleeve shirt. The waffle-knitted thermal pulls tight at her shoulders and back and neck. Her legs go on forever and Akemi watches allured as the woman moves with ease through the crowded bartop. Her profile is sharp and angular. The jut of her jaw, the peak of her cheekbones, the point of her chin. Her nose and soft curve of her forehead are the only distinguishing features that scream woman. Otherwise, the undercut and pulled back hair would’ve thrown Akemi off completely.

She watches as the woman gestures to order. Her two fingers long and pink from the cold drink in her hand. It’s half empty in her hold and Akemi wants.

It sits with her, then, how familiar the woman looks. It comes in flashes suddenly, the last couple of pornos she’s searched for and watched. Two women, bodies writhing, hot and panting. But beneath that, the difference between a taller, leaner and mean-looking woman and a smaller, bustier, whinier one. The crux of Akemi’s desire all along.

Akemi recalls the title of that first porn video she’d gotten off on. Hot Butch Professor Teaches Student A Lesson.

The woman waits for her drink and gets what she’s there for. As she leaves, Akemi feels that familiar punched-out feeling. The start of arousal. A spark catching.

She tracks the woman to the edge of the room. A billiard table observing the games going on. She’s as tall as the other men and her rounded tinted glasses reflect the low hanging lights. Akemi forces herself to look away. Her phone is dug out of her purse and she smashes a question into the group chat.

Guys, what’s a butch?

Her chat explodes instantly. Some gifs of eggplants, a picture of the blonde girl from atlantis, and one actual answer in a paragraph-length text.

She skims, looks at the woman, skims again, and nods, determined.

After managing to force herself through the crowd in a similar fashion to the woman, she gets a drink. Something fizzy and sweet. There’s a cherry floating on top.

Akemi wonders how this works. If there’s a method to flirting with other women. She shakes her head at that, there shouldn’t be. It’s attraction. Akemi knows attraction. Has been the center of it many times. So, with her resolve, she struts to the woman.

The height difference is apparent when Akemi meets the woman’s gaze. She’s wearing combat boots that have at least an inch on her usual height, yet she’s still looking up to grin at the woman.

“Hi.” Akemi says. She leans against the wall, tilting her head and showing off the stretch of skin on her neck.

“Hm.” The woman says. She regards Akemi carefully. Her eyes flicker to her matching butterfly tattoos. The action fizzles inside Akemi’s belly like the drink in her hand, “You are?” An eyebrow raises, and oh she’s mean, isn’t she?

“Akemi. And you are..?”

The woman meets her eyes again. This time over the tint of her glasses and Akemi is caught. Feels like a small creature fenced in by a predator. Like a fawn in a snare, bloody and vulnerable and raw.

“Mizu.” Her voice is deep and raspy. Akemi shudders at the sound. Mizu must notice because she takes a sip of her drink and works an ice cube into her mouth. It crushes against her canines. Akemi watches mesmerized, “You new to town?”

“Hah. No, back for the holidays.” Akemi lies. She figures it’s easier to have an escape, “That easy to tell?” Akemi jokes, getting closer and working with what Mizu seems to be giving.

“A bit.” Mizu drags her eyes down Akemi’s body as an answer. Akemi thinks she might combust.

“Yeah? How so?”

Mizu flicks her eyes around the bar and grins. She bends down to get to Akemi’s level. There’s a hand at her waist.

“Most girls wait until I’m tipsier to start flirting.” Akemi’s hip is gripped tightly by Mizu’s warm firm palm, “I can be mean.”

As quickly as Mizu is there she’s gone in the next instant. The lip of her cup against her mouth. Standing back up like nothing happened. Her hand is still on Akemi’s waist though. A warm firm heat.

“I’m eager.” Akemi replies. Makes her eyes wider and bites into her lip.

Mizu frowns then. Takes another sip of her drink and sets it on a nearby stool, “No. You’re confused.”

The hand disappears then. The cold shocks Akemi as she makes an aborted sound. A start to a sentence.

“But, I-“

“I don’t fuck straight girls.” Mizu states simply. She’s turned back to the room now, disinterested. No longer facing Akemi, the illusion of privacy is lost. The sounds of billiard games come back and Akemi startles.

“I’m not…not—“ not straight. Was that right? It didn’t feel completely right. Not completely wrong either. Akemi didn’t know exactly. Wasn’t meant to be thinking about it right now. She was here for an answer to a question, “I want to.” Akemi feels like it’s an okay response to her swirling thoughts.

Mizu doesn’t answer. Doesn’t even look at her. Rather, she chugs the rest of her drink and walks back to the bartop. Akemi feels the air brush by her and she stews in annoyance at the outcome. Doesn’t know why when she’s the one who is apparently walking around with a giant neon sign that says straight girl.

She finishes the rest of her fizzy sweet drink and eats the cherry. It tastes like her childhood and she chuckles at the irony. Wonders what young Akemi would think about her right now. Trying to get some in her hometown because she’s what? lonely? As if no one else in the existence of the world hadn’t been lonely.

She chats up some guys that buy her drinks for the rest of the night. It’s familiar and all the tricks work on them easily. There’s no fight about it. No pushing for more. No pulling for dominance. Cat and mouse be damned. Akemi convinces herself she likes it.

Mizu doesn’t linger inside long and soon enough she’s out of Akemi’s sight. Akemi tells herself she doesn’t care.

A couple drinks turn into more and suddenly Akemi’s drunk. It dawns on her that she’s had more than she thought when the guy she’s talking to grabs her waist as she stumbles. The touch is in the same place Mizu placed her hand earlier. It doesn’t feel nearly as intense.

Akemi promises she’s fine to walk when she leaves the bar with her purse and phone in hand. The December cold shocks some alcohol out of her, and makes her realize she’s left her coat inside.

“Urgh.” She’s turning around to head back inside when she notices a figure at the edge of the building. Plumes of smoke flow out of Mizu’s mouth and Akemi can smell the tabaco from where she stands.

Maybe it’s the alcohol or the cold realization that Mizu may have been right that Akemi stumbles over. A fight is what she wants, but what she gets is another pretty cocked eyebrow and lips that must taste like cigarette smoke.

“You smoke?”

Mizu seems surprised by her confidence but quickly recovers.

“Yes. Need a light?”

Akemi is upset for some reason. There’s been no success tonight and she’s determined to make it Mizu’s problem.

“I don’t smoke. Too bitter.”

“I have a vape too.” Mizu suggests, scooting over for Akemi to lean next to her, “‘ts sweeter.”

Akemi throws a glare at Mizu. She’s still beautiful under the combined glow of a nearby street lamp and the reflecting christmas lights that hang off the roof above them. The falling snow only makes Akemi’s heart thunder.

“Don’t do that either.” Akemi mumbles, pouts despite being the one who denied it, “My ex used to be addicted. I hate the smell.”

“Huh.” Mizu says inhaling another pull before exhaling away from Akemi. It’s gentle, the way she holds concern for Akemi, “Ex-boyfriend?”

“Ugh not this again.”

Mizu casts her a glance. A faraway knowing look that makes Akemi feel so young. Almost like she’s a kid again. Not like she’s just graduated. She pouts harder.

“I’m interested. I want to…I want to try it.” Akemi says. She’s shy now after all her big emotions have worn themselves out with the stretch of silence on Mizu’s end, “And you’re hot.”

Mizu chuckles, takes another drag and then flicks her cigarette into the snow. Turns towards Akemi and pushes into her space. There’s the touch on Akemi’s waist again. It feels colder than before. Akemi groans.

“You don’t know what you want.” Mizu says. Her voice has dropped and become deeper. She’s frowning down at Akemi. A wolf under the full moon. Akemi is trapped and her breath hitches. Her thighs squeeze together, “Don’t even know the first thing about being with a woman.”

“I-I..I do!” Akemi stutters. Determined to win this game she’s started.

“Oh yeah?” Mizu asks, pushing pushing pushing.

“Yeah..” Akemi didn’t notice earlier that Mizu had freckles. A smattering of them on the bridge of her nose and beauty marks on her chin, her cheekbone, the edge of her lips, “We make out first.”

Mizu smirks, gives Akemi room to wrap her arms around Mizu’s neck.

“Okay.”

It’s a clear go ahead and Akemi is pressing her lips to Mizu’s. There’s no finesse. Two lips touching. Akemi pulls away and is flushed from her own actions. She avoids Mizu’s eyes and looks at the expanse of forest that engulfs their tiny town instead.

Mizu is still close, her nose brushing Akemi’s own. Her breath is hot on Akemi’s face. She smells like cigarettes and suddenly Akemi doesn’t mind it at all.

“Cute. Now let me show you how. Properly.”

Mizu tilts Akemi’s chin up. They’re looking at one another now. The tinted glasses now gone from Mizu’s face. Akemi wants.

“Understood?” Mizu asks. Her hand has slipped to the back of Akemi’s back, brushing her tattooed collarbone with the movement. Her other hand has clamped down on the jut of exposed skin and Akemi whimpers.

“U-understood.”

And then Mizu is kissing her. It’s nothing like Akemi’s gentle kiss. This kiss is wet and hot. A pressing smear of heat against Akemi’s mouth. Her mouth is open and suddenly Mizu’s tongue is there licking and exploring. Mizu’s hand presses into Akemi’s hip and slips under the velvet and Akemi shakes despite herself. Pulls away to gasp at the cold press of Mizu’s palm against her ribs.

Mizu laughs, kissing her jaw and ear and chin as Akemi huffs out little whines.

“Pathetic. Can’t keep up at all.” Mizu growls. She grips the back of Akemi’s neck. Hard, “Not done. Take it.”

Mizu kisses her like they’re going to fuck.

Akemi realizes this when Mizu’s hand leaves the sensitive skin of her ribs and drifts under her skirt. Up the tights on her thigh and underneath the line of her ass. Her fingertips find her underwear and the wet of her cunt. It’s brief and gone before it’s even fully there, but Akemi whimpers and accidentally bites down on Mizu’s lip at the feeling.

“Hah.” Akemi’s lips feel puffy and swollen when they part. The sound alone makes Akemi wetter, pushing her thighs together tighter for friction, “Please..” She reaches up for more, and Mizu stands up fully then. The distance too great for Akemi to close by herself.

“No.” Mizu says. Her pupils are blown and the blue that Akemi was mesmerized with is now harder to make out.

Akemi shivers at Mizu’s blatant staring and is surprised to find Mizu’s own breathing is staggered. Clearly affected after all.

“You’re cold.” Mizu steps away then, hands coming undone around her. Akemi feels like a puppet with its strings cut, boneless against the wall. She shivers hard, proving Mizu’s point, “Here.”

Akemi’s bundled up in Mizu’s sweater when Mizu invites her over. It’s a clear indication of more and Akemi’s chest hammers with the implication. She nods shyly, shoving her hands into Mizu’s jacket pockets. Is surprised to be met with gum wrappers, coffee straws, and sticky notes.

“No sex tonight. You’re drunk. I have roommates.” Mizu explains just as Akemi is trying to discretely update the group chat with the recent events, “There aren’t any buses running now and I live nearby so..”

“But! you kissed me!” Akemi whines. Ah, she can hear the way the alcohol has made her voice more pitchy. She nearly misses the down step of the curb but Mizu catches her, hand strong around her waist, “Okay, fine. But, can we make out some more?”

Mizu nods sagely. She leads Akemi towards the sidewalk. The falling snow lands on her head and shoulders and Akemi wants to leave marks there if she’s allowed. Akemi distantly thinks that Mizu would be into that, being in charge.

I’ll find out tomorrow morning.. Akemi thinks, delighted at the loophole she’s found. She presses into Mizu’s side as they walk back together.

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #bes mizu #mizu x akemi #akemi blue eye samurai #fanfic #modern au #lesbian mizu

[borathae]

“You and Yoongi haven’t taken that certain next step in your relationship yet. But when a sudden sexy scene on screen suprises you, said step seems way easier to take than imagined."

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, domestic Fluff

Warnings: this is pure lovemaking, subby!Yoongi, gentle dom!Reader, praises, good boy kink, a sex scene in a movie, he gets hard because of it, she rubs him over his sweats :'), he is so cuddly and cute, he sits on her lap :(, thigh riding & dry humping, breast worshipping, body worshipping for both, the best kisses, nipple sucking & play, he has sensitive nipples, oral (f.receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), protected sex, penetrative sex, missionary position with lots of hugs, he also cries cause it feels so good, i wanna scream this is so soft

Wordcount: 10.4k

a/n: This is the softest lil feel good smut I ever wrote 😔 (but it's also really hot wtf, I'm dying here 🥴) I just want them to be happy for eternity 😔 I also think that I made my heart literally burst for good boy!Yoongi, holy moly I didn't know I needed Yoongi with a good boy kink in my life, but I do. Him sitting on her lap does things to me, I wanna treat him so right

You have Yoongi over tonight. He came for warm milk, cookies and a movie after his heaters once again acted up. Not that his acting up heaters are the only reason he came over. He missed you a great deal and really wanted to see you. You instantly said yes because you missed him too and five minutes later, he was by your door with Holly in his arms.

You built a blanket fort in the sunroom and on top of your most comfortable pillows and blankets, you enjoy your delicacies, bundled up and cozy and with a silly romance movie on. 

It has been snowing the entire day. The world is covered in a thick white blanket by now. Inside the cold can’t reach you however, you made sure with big fuzzy socks for the both of you and your trusty old space heaters.

One of which, Levi claimed as his own, now slumbering right in front of it with his nose covered by his paws and his back getting warmed up by the heater. 

He hasn’t bothered to move ever since the neighbour came over. Quite frankly, he is rather annoyed by his frequent visits and the obsessive kissing the two of you like to engage in, in his presence. So he tries not to move too much and sleep until the neighbour is leaving again. 

Not that Yoongi is planning to do so any time soon. As a matter of fact, he is planning on staying overnight.

He reaches into the bowl of popcorn, fetching nothing.

"Oh no, empty", he says. 

"Really? Oh dear. Don’t worry, I have more", you assure him, taking the bowl only to get stopped by Yoongi.

"Don't worry, I got it", he says, pecking your cheek before getting on all fours and crawling out of the blanket fort.

Holly, who had slumbered on a pillow before, lifts his head and jumps to his little feet to waddle after his daddy. He loves the frequent visits to your cottage. It smells so good here and he has a new friend to play with all the time. Holly loves playing with Levi, even if his friend sometimes acts annoyed by their playtime. He also loves tonight. He hopes that his daddy will never ever leave again. Oh dear! He is already so far away. Holly starts running, bumping his head with Yoongi’s leg once caught up.

"Careful Holly", Yoongi tells him, looking down at him.

Holly retorts the look with all the love he can offer. He has the best dad ever! Tonight is awesome!

"Can you get some cookies too?" you call out from the fort.

"Sure", Yoongi says, disappearing inside afterwards with Holly by his side.

He returns soon after, carrying the fruits of his successful hunt in your kitchen. You press play on the movie, accepting the plate of cookies and making space for Holly jumping back in.

"You didn’t have to pause for me", Yoongi tells you.

"Of course I did, you'd have missed so much", you say, welcoming him back under the blanket.

"So warm. I was freezing my butt off outside", he says, snuggling into you. His head is resting on your shoulder, his arm is snug around your waist and one of his legs is lodged right between your thighs. The bowl of popcorn he placed a little further down on your lap. And Holly is slumbering on his pillow again, resting his little chin on his little paws.

"It's not that cold", you tease him, rubbing his arm to get him warm again. 

"Yeah it is, you gotta warm me up."

"Aww poor baby", you coo, hugging him closer all while rubbing his back quickly, "there we go, get warm again."

Yoongi hums contently, focusing his eyes back on the movie while his lips curl into a tiny smile. So nice. He couldn’t ask for a better way too get warmed up.

Soon you can hear the faint sound of him eating popcorn and chuckling at funny parts of the movie and calmness returns.

You and Yoongi spend a lot of time together these days. Even more time than you did back in summer. And you love every single second of it. 

Yoongi is the best time spending partner you could ever ask for. And gosh, he is so sweet and funny and always knows the best stories and his kisses are the best and he smells so nice, his cooking is heavenly too and to top it all off, he likes being the little spoon. Yes, you were aware that you were thoroughly and crazily whipped for him, but can one really blame you if someone as sweet as Yoongi is your boyfriend? Surely one can forgive the quick swooning. 

The point however was, that you and Yoongi are spending a lot of time together and you realised that next to all the little quirks you love to swoon over, Yoongi truly was such an enrichment in your life. You may have sounded like a hormonal teenager at first, but Yoongi is so sweet and he makes you laugh like nobody else does. And even mundane things like cooking or going grocery shopping feel exciting with him. 

You are currently in the phase of your relationship where you get to know each other's cuddling habits. As mentioned before, Yoongi loves being the little spoon. Which was perfect, because you love being the big spoon. Yoongi also loves resting his head on your shoulder or your chest. Which was perfect because you love playing with his hair and feeling the weight of his head rise and sink in sync with your breathing.

Hand holding? Was a shared favourite of both of you.

Napping whilst cuddling? Yoongi showed you the joy of it.

Watching a movie whilst cuddling? You introduced Yoongi to it. 

Making out because of cuddling? Yes. A simple and confident Yes.

So in conclusion, you and him spend a lot of time glued together. A lot of time.

And while that may make one think that you also spend a lot of time glued together without your clothes on, that is not entirely true. 

It has been a while since you got together and while you still had a few hot nights after your reunion, you didn’t really spend a lot of time having sex. 

Especially the traditional type of sex. The type where he sticks his thingy inside of you. That kind.

You didn’t have that yet. 

There was no particular reason for it, the time just didn’t feel right yet.

Which was quite ironic, because on the few occasions where you did end up tangled and horny, you were always this close to getting there. 

One time, you were stopped by Holly barking for his dinner. 

Another time, Yoongi’s one and only condom ripped right as he slipped it on and you had to stop. 

Then it didn't and he was already on top of you, when Levi had the brilliant idea to jump on his back and scratch him (that night wasn’t fun because Yoongi hurt a lot. Levi had to sleep on the couch as punishment). 

And another time you really, really wanted it, only to start your period right when Yoongi wanted to go down on you (you almost broke up with him in embarrassment, but he managed to calm down your hormonal butt with some hugs).

So yes, the stars were not in your favour as far as taking that next step was concerned. 

It wasn’t a big problem, because you didn’t need sex to be happy with Yoongi. Most often than not, simply spending time together was enough fulfillment. 

And in return, Yoongi didn’t make it seem as if he had a problem with it either. 

But you can’t deny that you didn’t begin fantasising about him obsessively. You find yourself masturbating a lot more than you did before you met him. You have two reasons for that. First of all, the memories he gave you. You love thinking back to the steamy times you shared and getting off to them. And second of all, the images of what could be. Bringing Yoongi to orgasm a lot of times has given you memories and those memories like to sneak into your fantasies until they drive you to the point of a soaking wet orgasm around your favourite toy. 

And maybe you shouldn’t keep all those soaking wet orgasms between you, your mind and your favourite toy, but instead experience them with your extremely hot boyfriend. 

It happens then that the two main characters of the movie fall into a passionate kiss. 

"Finally", Yoongi murmurs, "it's what they deserve."

"Mhm", you agree, concentrating on the way they hug. So close and so ready to devour each other. 

You sneak a glance at Yoongi. He is watching with great interest, not noticing your yearning gaze. 

You look back at the screen. The characters have managed to get shirtless by now, pressing each other against the next best wall. 

Yoongi eats popcorn. You look at him again. He is so sexy. Has he always been that sexy? Wow, look at him eating popcorn so sexily. Would it be weird if you reached down there and traced his lips? Or feed him some popcorn before sticking your finger down his throat?

"Damn", he says, averting your attention back to the movie. 

Flustered by your own dirty thoughts, you look back at the screen. Dear heavens, thankfully reading minds isn’t a real thing.

The guy just this moment is ripping through the woman's panties before falling to his knees. No explicit details are shown, just him grabbing her hips and pulling her on his face. The next scene is of her taking a shuddering breath and throwing her head back. 

Yoongi clears his throat, shimmying his hips into another position. Like this his leg isn’t between your thighs anymore and his crotch isn’t pressed into your side. 

It makes you prickle in excitement. Is there a reason for why he moved away?

The scene continues. The characters have reached the bedroom. The woman, now lying on her back, has her legs over the guy's shoulders as he eats her out. No details, just enough to really get the imagination going.

Yoongi coughs, shifting again. You sneak a glance at him. His cheeks are beet red, the colour is spreading over his nose as well. Further down his body. Goddamn, the best parts are hidden behind the blanket. You can’t even check if he is as affected as you feel, because you are. Oh, you are so affected. The scene may not be graphic, but watching it with Yoongi does things to you. Like make you imagine how it would feel to have him on his knees like that.

The scene changes. The man gets pushed into the mattress while the woman climbs between his legs and lowers herself to his best parts. Next the man gasps before his head rolls back and he reaches down to where you assume the woman is giving him head.

"They went all out, didn’t they?" Yoongi says and laughs nervously. 

"Yeah right? They really wanted each other I guess."

"Yeah totally, I get that."

"Same, yeah."

You and him exchange a hasty look. Did he mean it how you meant it? Is he relating to the characters just as you do? Too shy to further probe, you look away and pretend that you weren’t relating. Yoongi does the same, hoping that you can’t hear his racing pulse.

The scene has changed tremendously. Now a big detailed shot of the guy's butt is on screen. It flexes and relaxes with him moving his hips into her. 

"That's a good butt", you say.

"Yeah uhm, true", Yoongi mumbles, tugging at the collar of his shirt. 

The scene continues. More steamy sex on screen and shimmying from Yoongi. The way that man fucks her. So desperate. You are so horny because of it. Which is quite unusual because you never get horny because of movie sex and yet tonight it leaves you soaking your panties. Yoongi is squirming so much and all you can do is imagine how he would act in such a scene with you.

"Jesus christ, how long is that scene?" Yoongi says, gulping secretly. 

"It's really long. They really went all out in the details." 

Just right now it zooms in on the woman scratching her nails down his back. You feel your own fingers scratch down your boyfriend's back. 

He squirms at that, sneaking a devastated look up at you. One you manage to catch because you were in the midst of sneaking a needy look down at him as well. 

He looks away quickly, burning up even more. You can’t stop staring. He is so hot. Dear, he drives you crazy. 

You run your fingers along his spine, watching with a tingling stomach as he very visibly presses his thighs together under the blanket. 

So you bury your hand in his hair, playing with the strands at the nape of his neck. 

A dent appears right on top of his crotch.  One of his hands, most definitely cupping his dick. You wonder if that means that he is trying not to get hard or stop himself from being hard. 

The scene stops. The pillowtalk of the characters is like background noise in your ears. 

"That scene was so long, right?" Yoongi says, getting no answer from you. 

He lifts his gaze with a racing heart, meeting your half-lidded eyes. 

"Right?" he asks quietly, feeling dizzy in nervousness.

You run your fingertips over his scalp, forcing his thighs to rub together while his hand presses down hard.

"Want me to replace that hand of yours? Mhm?" you ask him.

Yoongi widens his eyes to the point you fear that they might accidentally fall out. 

"I, I. Don’t. I. S-sorry what..what?" he stutters.

"The hand you’re keeping between your legs. Want me to replace it?" 

You can watch how he pulls it away.

"With, with w-what?" 

"My own obviously."

"But the movie, don’t you, you wanna watch?" 

"Do you?" 

Yoongi gulps. 

He reaches for your hand and tugs it on top of his crotch. The feeling sends excitement through you. He's sporting a semi, one you know became bigger after the bold stunt you just pulled. 

He sighs shakily, parting his lips. 

"You're already hard", you say, rubbing your palm up and down his clothed length.

He flutters his lashes before lowering his gaze. With a shy little whimper, he snuggles into you, hiding his face in the side of your arm and grasping it with his fingers. 

"You're so cute", you whisper, making him twist your sleeve and keen quietly. 

Adorable. You place your fingers around his tip, massaging it gently and with enough pressure that he has to make a sound again. 

"Does that feel nice?" you ask him.

"Yeah, feels nice", he breathes, letting out a shuddering sigh afterwards, "don’t stop please."

You weren’t planning on stopping. Touching Yoongi is too much fun to stop. He is so much fun to touch because he gets hard so easily. Just as right now, he is already significantly harder than when you started. 

You abandon his tip to rub your entire palm up and down his length. You give his balls a little massage each time you reach them for some extra loving. One Yoongi accepts happily with a squeeze of his thighs and a shy moan into your chest. 

He is nuzzling so much, bordering nudging almost. His nose is poking your sideboob constantly, his lips press into your soft flesh, searching for you. 

"Yoongi look at me", you order lovingly and with a soft sigh, your boyfriend lifts his head. 

His eyes are half-lidded, spilling over in both love and arousal. 

"Do you want to suck my nipples?" you ask him, feeling how this makes his dick twitch.

"Yeah", he croaks, licking his lips. 

"And do you want to kiss my lips?" you probe, feeling him twitch once again.

"Yeah…" he breathes, rubbing his thighs together.

"Pick one and you can do it."

Yoongi whines, giving you a pout.

"Go ahead. Be a good boy and pick one", you encourage him, basking in the needy roll his hips do.

Good boy. You realised that those two words carry magic with them. Yoongi didn’t have to tell you that they get him, because he did a terrible job at hiding how turned on he gets by it, but he still told you. With blushing cheeks and a semi hard cock in his sweats. That was the night the condom ripped. Truly, it was tragic. 

"Be my good boy, Yoongi", you whisper.

Yoongi mewls, using his abs to chase you with parted lips and his eyes glued to your mouth. You let him chase you, making it oh so hard for him by increasing the pressure of your touches.

But Yoongi is stubborn and needy and he really wants to kiss you. And because he wants it so, so bad, he becomes creative. He sits up and climbs on your lap, plopping down on you with a huff of air. 

"That is-" you get interrupted by him hooking his arms behind your head and claiming your lips in a kiss. 

It was a chaste kiss. One meant to test the waters. Yoongi pulls back, giving you the biggest puppy eyes ever. 

"That's so hot", you whisper, running your hands down his sides. 

Yoongi squirms under your touch, feeling shivers run down his spine. His breathing hitches in his throat when you reach the especially sensitive part of his waist. You grab it, knead it and pull him closer. Not close enough so that his dick would press into your tummy, but close enough that his breath hitches yet again. 

"Does that mean you made your decision?" you ask him, sending shivers down his spine with your amazing touch.

"Kiss me, I wanna kiss you", Yoongi answers you, yearning oh so much that it hurts.

You just have to tilt your head and Yoongi understands. You fall into a deep kiss, one which is clearly controlled by how horny you both are. He hooks his fingers behind your neck, while you grip his hips tightly.

A moan rolls over his tongue and tickles your lips. You answer him just as needily, pulling him closer until he is flush against you. Like this his hard dick is finally pressing into your tummy and Yoongi is so needy that he begins grinding into you the moment he feels that warm pressure on his length. 

The kiss breaks just enough that he can press out a curse, then you have him already pulled back. Yoongi mewls and keens, cupping your face with his hands. Big and warm and oh so gentle. His thumbs caress your cheekbones, doing it with so much passion that you are aware of how horny he actually is, even if he is holding you with such gentleness. 

You are horny too. So, so much that you have to rub your thighs together for some sort of friction. It’s not enough but it stills some of the ache. Not much, because rubbing your thighs together means that Yoongi gets the perfect stimulation on his balls and that makes him sound even sweeter. 

So you grab his butt. Which is the most counterproductive thing to do in this situation. His butt feels so nice to hold, round and plumb and so perfectly sexy. 

Yoongi presses himself closer, moaning into the kiss. He becomes restless in his movements, grinding his length against you to the point that he is soaking right through his briefs and sweats. 

It turns you on so much. This is the first time Yoongi is on your lap (at least that you can remember) and the experience is awesome. He is just perfectly heavy and his thighs are so soft where they touch you. It is also very nice to have him move on top of you. He is smooth yet horny in his movements. His butt is tensing sometimes, his balls feel so warm and plumb on your thigh while his dick feels so hard and hot against your tummy. The sensations are new, but so addicting. 

You break the kiss, panting heavily. Yoongi does too, squeezing your cheeks in a desperate attempt to get you back on his lips.

"This is so hot", you whisper shakily.

"Yeah", he agrees, chasing you cutely. 

You don’t let him win, but still make him grind against you to really rile him up.

"You look so pretty on my lap", you praise, watching how this makes his cheek turn pink, "you're my pretty kitten", you add just for the fun of it. 

Yoongi flusters terribly, having to hide his face in the crook of your neck. The sound he makes is just slightly pitched and oh so cute. 

He ruts against you, tickling your neck with his moans and open-mouthed kisses. His butt sticks out in the new position and you use it to really keep him close, guiding his movements with a strong and confident grip. 

Yoongi gladly lets you guide him, as a matter of fact, he needs it. He needs you pinning him against you and keeping him close and oh so sensitive from so much friction. He needs your fingers digging into his buttocks and he hopes that you manage to bruise him. He needs the guidance because it makes him feel so dizzy and dumb in pleasure. 

"That feels so nice", you sigh, enjoying his neck kisses with closed eyes. Yoongi is doing such a good job. His lips are so soft and so eager to explore every inch of your neck. His tongue is shy, yet also so hungry, tickling you each time he dares to lick your skin. 

It also feels amazing to have his quickly moving chest press against you. It squishes your boobs and leaves you with a warm, fuzzy feeling everywhere. 

It also makes you incredibly desperate to feel his naked chest press into your naked boobs like that. 

"Wanna be shirtless", you say.

Yoongi lifts his head even if it is difficult because he loves being nestled into you so much. 

"Me too", he says, stopping his grinds for the sake of taking his shirt off. Even if this is the worst thing to do. He doesn’t want to stop, he wants to keep riding your thigh.

He begins tugging his shirt up, only to be stopped by you taking over for him. You hook your fingers in the hem of his shirt and pull it up his torso.

"Oh?" Yoongi flusters, "okay", he says, lifting his arms for you. 

You tug the shirt off his head and over his arms, ruffling up his blonde hair in the process. He looks shy, but leans into your touch when you go to fix his messy hair. 

He giggles, touching your shoulders.

"You're so pretty", you say, caressing his cheek.

His eyes flit down, he squirms. Praises fluster him so much.

"C-can I undress you too?" he asks shyly.

"Yes, do it", you allow him, lifting your arms. 

Yoongi works carefully. He makes sure that your nose doesn’t accidentally get caught and he is even careful not to mess up too much of your hair. 

He throws the shirt to the side and touches your shoulders, trailing them up and down slowly. He takes a look at you, squirming on your lap.

"You're so pretty", he says, flustering you.

"Thank you", you whisper, "can you touch me?"

He nods his head, dancing his hands from your shoulders down to your chest. You arch into his touch, feeling charged in anticipation. 

It is a tender touch. Yoongi cups your boobs before he runs his thumbs right over the sensitive skin. 

"So pretty", he whispers.

"Don't stop", you sigh, feeling tingles run down your spine until it turns into warmth between your legs. 

"Can I use my mouth?" he makes sure to which you allow him with a nod of your head and an arch of your back. 

He starts off slowly, placing the first kiss of many on top of your shoulder. He kisses your neck too and down your collarbone. He worships your chest all the way down to the swell of your breasts. Every kiss makes you sigh, every touch makes you shiver. 

Yoongi places the first kiss on your breasts right next to your left nipple. You harden in an instant, aching for him to place the next kiss right on top. 

But he doesn’t. He trails his kisses across your chest, massaging your softness at the same time. Another kiss right next to your right nipple. Once again it pebbles, sending a shiver down to your warm core.

Then he lifts his head, just enough that he can gaze at you. 

"My beautiful", he breathes, giving you a shy smile.

Your heart flutters, your stomach tingles. Yoongi keeps looking at you as he finally places his kiss on top of your nipple. First a kiss, then his lips wrap around it and he sucks softly. 

"Oh", you let out, struggling to keep up the eye contact, "feels….good…" 

Yoongi agrees in a hum, releasing your nipple in a soft slurp. 

"Feels so nice", he says, "I love your boobs. They’re so pretty", he whispers, looking at you with so much adoration that you feel warm all over. 

He trails his kisses to your other nipple and with soft, loving lips he gives it the same treatment as the other one. 

Your eyelids flutter, you find it so difficult to breathe. His mouth is so warm and wet and his tongue is so soft. You have never felt that sensitive on your nipple, you swear that for a moment you wanted to scream. 

Not that you do, instead you take a bundle of his platinum blonde hair and twist it. 

"It's seriously so good", you croak.

Yoongi slips off, "yeah? Is good?"

"So good, don’t stop", you sigh and sigh again when he sucks on your tender breast. He takes your other nipple between his lips afterwards all whilst squeezing your breasts together and using his fingers for a tingling massage.

He stops for just a moment to rest his cheek on your soft breasts. He nuzzles, making a cute sound as he does. 

“You’re so cute”, you say, having to giggle. 

“You have the softest boobies, mhhm”, he says and hums as he rubs his cheek against you like a cuddly cat, “so soft and warm.”

“God Yoongi, you cutie.”

Yoongi lifts his head, pressing himself flush against you. Like this you can finally feel his naked chest against your naked breasts. He hooks his arms behind your head and smiles. You retort it, dancing your hands up his sensitive sides. 

“Oh”, he lets out, gaze becoming droopy. He squirms then shudders. A shy giggle follows, “you make me shiver, feels so nice”, he confesses.

“Yeah? Is good?” you ask him, tugging him from your body just enough that you can place kisses on his neck. 

Yoongi tilts his head to the side, letting out the loudest sigh ever. His eyes are shut closed, his pouty lips are parted in bliss. He feels those kisses everywhere. They feel like tingles on his scalp, electric sparks in his stomach and fire between his legs. 

“Is good…”, he sighs, “ah…”

Down his neck and to his collarbones. They always look so pretty when they poke out from his shirt collar. Perfectly dainty and so pretty. You nibble on them softly then leave a kiss. 

He giggles, writhing on your lap.

“Hehe”, you let out, smiling as you press the next kiss to his chest. And again. Down, down, down his sternum which makes your sweet lover squirm and giggle again. 

His skin tastes so sweet and feels oh so soft under your lips. You want more. Your kisses trail along his left pec, inching closer and closer to his nipple. Yoongi’s breath hitches, his back arches slightly. Away again, teasing him just as he teased you. Over his chest and to his other nipple. Goosebumps cover his skin as you place your kiss right next to it.

“___”, he giggles, covering his chest with his hands balled to fists. He is shy, he can’t help it. 

“It’s okay”, you assure him, wrapping your fingers around his wrists to tug his fists away. You place a kiss next to his nipple again, just a little bit further up. 

Yoongi giggles and tries to cover himself again. It feels so, so good that he can barely even handle it. His squirming soon comes to a stop when you tug his arms behind his back and hold them there with one hand wrapped around his wrists. Like this, his back is arched slightly and his chest sticks out so perfectly. 

You lift your gaze, catching Yoongi gulping with his eyes widened. 

“Be my good boy and keep those arms behind your back”, you order lovingly.

Yoongi gulps again, squeezing his thighs around your own in a needy squirm. 

 “Can you do that? Can you be my good boy and keep those arms away so I can play with your nipples?” 

Yoongi lowers his gaze shyly, blushing most ardently. He nods his head. 

“Yes?” you make sure. 

“Yes”, he whispers, writhing on your lap. 

“And why is that?” 

“Because I’m your good boy”, he can barely even get the words out, lowering his head in shyness. 

“Exactly, my good boy”, you praise, rewarding him with a kiss to his neck. 

“Ah”, Yoongi lets out in surprise. His first reaction was to reach to his front and hold you, but then remembered that he was supposed to be good. He intertwines his fingers with each other, giving his hands a little squeeze. He needs to keep his arms behind his back. That’s what you want from him. 

His obedience gets rewarded by you with the most amazing kisses down his chest and back to his left nipple. You tickle it out of hiding with your fingertips and when Yoongi feels like moaning from how sensitive he feels, you press a kiss on it. 

Yoongi moans, squeezing his thighs together. You suck on his nipple and Yoongi has to squeeze his hands again. He makes a desperate sound, so desperate in fact that you lift your head in worry. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask him, studying his heated face. 

Yoongi looks at you with glassy eyes.

“My, my nipples are really sensitive”, he confesses, lowering his gaze, “it feels like a lot.”

“You have sensitive nipples?” you ask him, placing your hands on his ribs right under his pecs. 

“Yeah, really sensitive”, he says quietly, nodding his head. 

“That’s so sexy”, you say, touching his pecs. Your thumbs rest just under his nipples. One little movement and they would touch him, “do you like attention to them? Or is it really too much?” 

“I like it”, he says and writhes as you move your thumbs. In the wrong direction. It was on purpose and meant to tease him, “but it overwhelms me easily, because it’s so intense.”

“Poor cutie, it overwhelms you?” you ask, placing your thumbs on his nipples. 

“Ah”, Yoongi lets out, arching his back while his brows shoot up in surprise. He tenses his arms to keep them behind his back. 

The movements begin. Soft circles with a faint pressure. You focus it right on the tips of his sensitive nipples and Yoongi swears his veins feel as if electricity is running through them. 

“If I do this long enough, will it feel so, so sensitive?” you ask him tauntingly, watching in delight how his brows knit together and he squeezes his eyes shut. 

“Yeah”, he squeaks out, squeezing his thighs together again. The dent in his sweats is so big, he leaves such a wet spot on the fabric, his nipples are seriously so swollen. He is so handsome like this. 

Yoongi gasps then moans, tensing his arms even more. 

“Please”, he begs, fleeing in a squirm until your thumbs slip from his nipples.

You giggle, pulling him back with a firm grip on his waist. 

“Stay put, honeybun”, you order, “don’t flee from it.”

“I’m too sensitive”, he whines, widening his eyes when despite his complaints you wrap your soft lips around his right nipple.

He exhales audibly, dropping his head. 

"Please", he begs only to get his left nipple sucked on while you flick your fingers over his right one. The touch makes his toes curl and for his body to tense unbearably, "sensitive please."

"Mhm, so sexy", you mumble, kissing your way back to his neck all while your fingers are flicking and rolling his nipples. 

Yoongi reaches for you. He can’t help it. All of this is so overwhelming. He doesn’t know how to handle it.

“Yoongi, your arms”, you warn, lifting your head from his neck. Your fingers you keep on his nipples, rolling gently.

“I’m sorry”, he says, falling into your chest, “sorry, I’m so sensitive, please I need a break”, he confesses and nuzzles his face back into your neck to kiss you. 

This time around the other side and he treats it with so much devotion that you feel like floating. You let your eyes fall closed, melting under his touches. His hips are moving again, grinding his most sensitive parts against your body. His sweet lips feel like magic against your neck, his tender fingers draw little hearts on your back.

“That’s nice, I like this break”, you say, caressing his sides and back.

“Me too, it’s so good”, Yoongi whispers, moaning softly as he places the next kiss on your neck. And the next and next and next until it turns into a constant stream of warmth and his hips begin rutting against you. You can feel just how much harder he became because of the attention you gave his nipples. You really thought that it wasn’t possible, but apparently it was. 

"You're so hard for me, my cutie", you say, kneading his most sensitive part of his waist.

"You make me so hard", he breathes, kissing your jawline with his eager lips.

You feel so cozy. All of this is just so perfect. The sounds of the movie serve as quiet background noises. There is currently a slow love song playing, which fits the mood just perfectly. The blanket fort gives you such a sense of protection. Right now it is just you and him hidden from the rest of the world under a roof of pink and purple blankets and with fairy lights as your own little starry sky. The air is so warm in here, your heated bodies warm it up even more. And the scent of his perfume is tickling your nose, mixing with the sweet smell of honey butter popcorn and cinnamon tea. 

Truly all of this is so cozy. Especially now that you have his naked skin against yours. It is so soft. And warm. And good. This is all so good.

Yoongi lifts his head, “___”, he sighs, rubbing the tip of his nose against your cheek, “I’m so turned on, seriously.”

“Me too, it’s sticking to my thighs.”

“That’s so hot”, Yoongi whines and ruts against you, “ah ___, I want you.”

“I want you too”, you tell him, meaning it like nothing else.

He looks at you with droopy eyes, cupping your cheeks. 

“Do you think that maybe you want to try again?” he asks. 

“I really want to try again.”

He smiles, “lets hope Levi doesn’t scratch me again”, he jokes and laughs. 

You snicker, “we’ll keep him locked out. He lost the right last time.”

“Hopefully he knows. The fort is kinda wacky in its defenses.”

He makes you laugh, “should we go to the bedroom? We’d have more space too.”

Yoongi nods his head, climbing off your lap, “I have to get the condoms either way.”

You and him meet again in the bedroom. For a moment Holly wanted to slip inside too, but then Yoongi told him to go to his spot on the sofa and behave. Which Holly did, very groggily because he wanted to stay with his parents. 

Yoongi closes the door behind him. 

“Lock it too. Levi knows how to open doors.”

“Good thinking”, he says, locking it. 

He turns, studying you. You are sitting on the edge of the bed by now, looking at him with hungry eyes. He hurries to you, sitting down next to you. 

“Look”, he opens his palm, “I got three, just in case. Now nothing can stop us.”

“Yeah, for real. I had my period last weekend, so that won’t stop us either.” 

“That’s good”, Yoongi says, nodding his head. 

“Yeah, yeah”, you agree, sneaking a glance at him. 

You feel it and Yoongi feels it too. Now that some time has passed where you and him weren’t completely entangled, some of that shyness has returned and now it feels just a little bit awkward to sit here shirtless and turned on. 

Yoongi, who feels just a little bit less nervous, speaks up. He turns to you, taking your hand in his. 

“Are you nervous?” he asks you. 

“Just a little”, you confess, “now that we’re really good to go, it feels so real and I feel a little fuzzy.”

“Me too. I’m really nervous too”, he says, caressing your knuckles. 

“Really?”

He nods his head, “this is so special to me and I want this to be perfect.”

“It’s already really perfect”, you assure him, making him smile shyly. 

“That’s really good to know”, he says and chuckles softly, “god ___, my heart’s racing so much. Feel it.”

“Wow, it’s racing so much”, you gasp with your hand on his chest, “feel mine”, you say, placing his hand on your chest just as he did with you. 

“Just as much”, he says and giggles. 

“Yeah”, you giggle, drawing closer to him. 

He draws closer as well, placing his arm around your waist. The touch makes you want to climb on his lap and so you do. Yoongi accepts his sweet fate gladly, caressing your hips with eager hands. 

You lean in, kissing him deeply. Yoongi moans, kissing you back immediately. Now you are back to where you left off. Horny and so needy for the other. No more nervousness, you really want him and Yoongi wants you. You begin groping him, motivating him to do the same to you. 

You bask in his touches with a needy moan, one Yoongi retorts before his tongue darts out and asks for yours. You give it to him gladly, sticking it into his mouth until he sucks on it before swirling his tongue around it. It was a movement of seconds, but leaves you wanting it again. Yoongi knows without words, sucking and playing with your tongue whilst feeding you his own. Tongue kissing like this makes him so goddamn horny. It’s so good, especially when you grind your warm core against his thigh. 

Yoongi breaks the kiss, letting the string of saliva, connecting your tongues, break. You chase him with a needy moan, but Yoongi doesn’t let you win for the sake of asking a very important question. 

“Can I eat you out?” he asks. 

“You want to eat me out?” you gasp. 

“Yeah, I wanna make you feel really good before I fuck you”, he explains, feeling you squeeze your thighs together. 

“That sounds so hot. I want it”, you say. 

“Thank you, god thank you”, he says, kissing you passionately. He lifts you just long enough that he can get up and then place you on the mattress right by the edge. Yoongi has to bend down and prop himself up on his hands to keep kissing you. You hold his face safely, caressing the back of his thighs with your feet.

Yoongi ate you out one time already. It was one of those evenings that started with cuddles, turned into fumbles then ended with you giving each other head. It was also one of those evenings which did not end in you trying to have penetrative sex and it is a very nice memory in your mind. Yoongi is very talented with his mouth. Quite frankly, the first time he went down on you, you almost kicked him in the face because you were so surprised by how nice it felt.

Yoongi breaks the kiss, giving you a sweet smile. 

“Can I undress you?” he asks. 

“Yes, you can”, you allow him, touching his pecs, “I’m so excited.”

His smiles grows, “you are?” 

“Mh-hm, you do that so well.”

He tries not to, but still flusters, “you’re really good too”, he murmurs, hiding his face in your neck before he completely dies in giddiness.

He begins trailing his kisses down your torso, holding your sides in his big hands. Not an inch gets missed out. Your chest gets worshipped, your nipples sucked on until they are swollen. Then your ribs and upper stomach until his lips naturally find their way down to your lower tummy and the hem of your pants. He has gotten you to the point where only squirming really helps to still some of the bubbling heat between your legs. Not that it really helps, only his mouth can bring true relief. 

“I’ll do it now”, he says. 

“Just do it”, you sigh, lifting your butt off the mattress. 

Yoongi works quickly, pulling off your sweats and throwing them on the ground. Your panties he keeps on solely so he can run his fingertips down your terribly sensitive inner thighs. The touch makes you groan in pure desperation. You swear, you never opened your legs further than you do right now. 

“You’re really wet already”, he says, staring at your soaked panties stuck between your puffy lips. He runs his thumbs right next to where you want him most, making your hips roll against nothing. 

“Don’t tease”, you grumble, furrowing your brows.

“I’m not, just taking it slow”, he says, which earns him a dark look from you. He grins, “sorry, I’ll speed up.”

Not that he really speeds up. He takes off your panties unbearably slow. So slow that you decide to help him by tugging your legs out of them the moment it is possible. Then it is back to staring at him with a tingling stomach and way too little sanity left. 

Yoongi balls up the fabric and guides it to his lips. He kisses it as he looks at you, making you gulp because it is so hot to watch. 

“You’re so hot”, you whisper.

Yoongi lowers the panties and places them on top of the mattress. He falls to his knees afterwards, burying his face in the softness of your inner thigh. 

“God”, you groan, dropping your head in the sheets. 

His hand is holding you, his lips are so eager in their kisses. He leaves them all the way down to where your middle meets your thigh, then he changes legs and begins his kisses on your other side. Needy and hungry. The closer he gets to where you want him most, the hotter you feel. 

He places his kiss on the spot where your thigh meets your middle. You reach down and grab a bundle of his hair. 

“Don’t tease”, you warn, giving him a soft tug. 

“Am not”, he defends himself, turning his head to finally place a kiss on top of your core. 

“Yes”, you sigh, letting your legs fall over his shoulders. 

Yoongi accepts them happily, running his hands up and down your heated skin. He darts his tongue out, lapping up your sweetness carefully. 

“That’s nice”, you tell him, wanting to twist his hair but holding back. 

Yoongi shifts his attention from your entrance to your clit. He gives you slow kitten licks, checking your face for confirmation that what he was doing was good. 

What he doesn’t know is that it isn’t just good, it’s incredible. You let your jaw go slack and moan loudly. 

Yoongi closes his eyes, bursting in happiness. He begins putting more pressure in his licks and finally truly does what he is best at. 

The difference makes you arch your back and your toes curl. Warm and wet, his tongue grinds against your clit, twisting your stomach in constant tingles. You tug on his hair, because you can’t help it anymore. 

“It’s really good, ah Yoongi”, you say and retort to moaning. Talking is hard when he turns your entire body into jelly. 

Yoongi moans into your pussy, changing up his licks for sucks. The pressure around your bundle of nerves forces your legs to fall open even when they are around his neck. It forces them to slip off his shoulders, but Yoongi catches them before they can fall, placing them on the mattress instead. 

One second of break so he can kiss each of your inner thighs and then he is already back on your pussy, using the newfound freedom to really bury himself in there. Like this, your legs are so nicely spread and your pussy is so revealed, that he really gets the best spots easily. 

“Don’t you stop”, you croak, opening your legs even more. You don’t care just how needy this makes you look, because quite frankly? Why should you lie? You are needy. Very, very needy and Yoongi deserves to know, because it’s all his fault. If he wouldn’t be so cute and sweet and hot and his mouth wasn’t that good, you wouldn’t be that needy. It’s his fault and he has to know. 

You reach down with your other hand, running both of them through his golden locks. It serves as both praise and your own pleasure. Yoongi has the softest hair and it feels so good when you can play with it as he eats you out. Yoongi loves it too, shivering unbearably whilst wanting to do even better. 

He manages to do so by tickling your entrance with his pointer finger while he flicks his tongue over your clit. The joined sensation sends a shake through your legs, forcing a trembling moan past your lips. 

Yoongi continues the movements until you feel so charged in sensitivity that you can only release said tension by bucking your hips up. It makes it a little easier to bear, but doesn’t help in the long run because Yoongi continues doing his magic until you once again feel so charged that you have to buck your hips up. It is then that you realise that this is your fate right now. He will flick his tongue and finger until you feel like snapping and only fucking the air can bring some sort of relief. 

“You, you seriously gonna make me, me c-cum”, you stutter, flinching and twitching once again, “I’m serious Yoongi, ah god.”

Yoongi moans, peeling his eyes open to gaze. You look so beautiful when you are lost in pleasure. Especially when he is between your legs and he can look up at you. He flicks his tongue, swirls his finger. 

“Yoongi, I’m serious”, you squeak out, rolling your hips up again. 

The time between charging and releasing gets shorter and shorter. He gets you there way too quickly. It’s so unfair because you can barely even breathe. 

“Serious”, you croak, arching your back, “Yoongi, god.”

You warned him and yet he isn’t stopping. He is so mean. You are actually going to cum on his mouth. 

What you still haven’t figured out yet in your sex scrambled brain is that this is exactly what Yoongi wants. He wants you to lose yourself on his tongue. He wants to taste you and feel how you throb and then he wants to kiss your clit until you flinch in overstimulation. He also knows that an orgasm gets you wet. Drenched even. And that is how he wants you to be when he fucks you, because he wants you to feel so good. 

“Okay you, you gotta…stop..or else…it’s too”, you stop talking just to croak out a moan, “late”, you moan, bucking your hips up. 

Yoongi purrs, flicking his tongue over your clit as he drags his finger through your swollen folds. He cups your breast and squeezes your nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure down to your core. 

“Yoongi!” you yelp, twisting his hair as he forces your body to climax, “what the- ah”, you moan, shaking out of control. This is insane. How good can a high feel? Yoongi is crazy for being so good.

Yoongi holds you until your aggressive trembling stops, flicking his tongue the entire time while his finger presses against your entrance so he can feel it pulsate.

One last shake and an arch of your back and you drop, letting your wobbly legs fall open even if that stretches your hip flexors quite a lot. 

“Son of a binky bonky”, you get out, wheezing for air, “what was that?”

Yoongi smiles triumphantly, littering your throbbing clit in kisses. He is seriously so horny that his dick hurts, but he has to stay here until it gets too much for you. This is all he needs right now. To kiss your clit with all his devotion

You hiss, flinching away, “sensitive, wait”, you tell him, giving his hair a firm tug. 

Yoongi abandons your clit to begin kissing his way up your torso again. He stands up gradually as he goes, crawling more and more on the bed until he ends his journey on your neck and he can sit himself down on your lap, which you so happily got ready for him. 

He cups your face, pulling you into a deep kiss. He uses his tongue instantly, feeding you the lingering taste of your sweetness alongside his needy moans.

“Yoongi sweets”, you break the kiss, “give me a moment, I need to breathe.”

Yoongi presses out a curse, burying his face back in your neck, “I want you so goddamn bad”, he confesses, dragging his tongue up to your ear. He takes it between his teeth and whimpers solely to rile you up.

“Mhm sweets, feels good”, you sigh. 

“I’m so hard, it hurts”, he confesses, rolling his hips on your lap. His cock barely grinds against your stomach in the position and it’s driving him insane. 

You run your hands to his butt, dance them over his hips until you reach his front. Yoongi’s breath shudders. 

“Oh god”, he croaks, pressing himself closer, “fuck me please.”

“That’s hot”, you gasp, widening your eyes in surprise. You did not expect him to talk like this, but you aren’t complaining. 

“Please”, he pleads, sounding so uncharacteristically Yoongi as he does. He must be so needy. You seriously have never heard him that desperate before. It makes you want him like never before. 

“Then get naked and take me”, you tell him.

“Thank you”, he moans the words, stumbling off your lap with wobbly knees. 

In the time he takes to get rid of his sweats and briefs, you make yourself comfortable in the middle of your bed, sitting up to watch him. He is struggling a little to roll the condom on because of how excited he is and once he actually got it on, he managed to stroke his cock so sensitive that it is rockhard against his stomach. And we are speaking rockhard. You almost start to worry for him because of just how hard he is.

He climbs on bed and on all fours, he crawls to you. 

“You’re so hard”, you say, wrapping your arms around him. 

“I’m so turned on, seriously I want you so bad”, he says, kissing you desperately. 

It happens naturally that you fall into the pillows and Yoongi follows right along, finding his spot between your legs with his dick resting right on your pussy. He rolls his hips into you, grinding his hard length over your clit. 

The kiss breaks because you both needed to moan. Yoongi rests his forehead against yours, having his eyes squeezed shut.

"That's amazing", you whisper.

"Is good yeah", he agrees, "are you ready?” he asks.

“So ready. I want it like this.”

“Same, I can’t wait”, he says, reaching between your bodies to align himself with you, “really ready?”

“Just-”, you roll your hips up, forcing him to slide in, “-do it.”

“O-oh god”, Yoongi groans, falling to his elbows, “___”, he moans squeakily, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. This is it. The moment he is finally home.

“Yoongi”, you get out, staring at the ceiling with widened eyes. 

So that is how that feels. What in the ever living. This feels incredible. 

“Holy moly”, you whisper, “that’s amazing.”

“It’s incredible. Fuck”, he presses out and shudders, “sorry, I keep cursing.”

“It’s fine”, you assure him, running your hands up his back, “can you move?”

“I’ll try”, he says and begins rocking his hips into you slowly, “my love”, he croaks, trembling, “fuck, that feels good.”

“It feels so good”, you agree, letting your eyes flutter closed.

You are happy that you finally managed to take the next step. Nothing could have really prepared you for just how good it feels. To feel his weight on top of you and heated skin against yours as his length shifts inside of you, feels like magic.

“How are you doing?” Yoongi checks in on you. 

“Good, feels so good. You?” 

“Incredible”, he says and buries himself deeper, “so incredible."

"Oh that’s so deep", you get out before you turn your head to bury your face in his neck, "Yoongi…don't stop."

Yoongi shakes his head to tell you that he won’t, wrapping his arm around you to cradle you close. Like this you are safe between his arm and his neck, drowning in his sweet scent and feeling invincible.

"So nice, oh so nice."

You are also kind of happy that you were stopped during all your other tries. Tonight is so perfect. You felt good and nice during your other tries, but tonight you feel so cozy and fuzzy that your entire body tingles and you swear that you could fly if only you tried.

"I can feel you so well", you sigh.

"Same, you’re so soft and warm", he tells you, having to moan afterwards. He can’t do much more. Not when he is finally inside of you and you feel so goddamn good.

But you are also a little sad that you were stopped all those times before. Oh, all the times you and him could have floated on the pleasure. It makes you want to pull him closer just to make sure that you can make up for all those lost moments.

So you do. You wrap your arms around him and pull him as close as possible. It shifts his length deeper and makes his tip kiss your favourite parts each time he rolls his hips into you.

“Yes please”, he presses out, shivering. 

“Feels good?” you say, hugging him tighter. You even wrap your legs around his thighs, pulling him closer that way. 

“___, my love”, he croaks, letting out a soft sob. 

“Are you crying?” you gasp. 

He shakes his head, but sobs again, “feels so good, I love you so much.”

“Oh”, you whisper, feeling your heart almost burst out of your chest. This is the first time he said the L-word to you. You smile, pressing him closer with a hand on the back of his head. His length feels so much better all of a sudden, leaving behind a warm tingle in your lower stomach and between your legs. 

“I love you too”, you whisper, feeling how this makes him tremble and then for his hips to speed up. 

Bear in mind, they are still incredibly slow and gentle, but there is definitely a sense of desperation in his movements. You feel good all over because of it. He is grinding right against your clit too, which makes you feel even better. 

"I love you, fuck I love you", he chants, showering you in his emotions one roll of his hips at a time, “I love you, this is the best. I love you.”

With a moan of his name, you reach down to hold one side of his waist. The other hand you keep buried in his hair. He stutters in his movements, mewling into your neck. 

“Is it nice for you?”

“Yeah”, he presses out, letting out a little sob afterwards, “so good.”

“For me too, my love”, you whisper, pressing his hips closer for more friction.

Yoongi shudders on top of you, letting out a soft grunt afterwards, “don’t do that please”, he begs with his lips pressed against your temple.

“Why not?” you ask him, making his hips move against you all whilst chasing him. The friction is incredible, oh he feels so good inside of you.

“I’m so close. Don’t wanna cum.”, he confesses.

“Why not, honeybun? Don’t you want to feel good?” you encourage him, rolling your hips up. 

“I do”, he mewls, “please ___, I’m gonna cum.”

You lock your legs around his hips, grinding against him vigorously. He had no mercy for you when you told him that you were close and you are all for returning the favour. He can shake and beg all he wants, he will cum for you. Soon. 

“I can’t hold back anymore, please”, he begs, resorting to twisting the pillow edge. 

“Then don’t hold back”, you rasp, clenching around him. 

Yoongi crumbles instantly. He climaxes as if it was his sole purpose on this earth, holding you so close you wonder if he wanted to melt with you. He tries to moan but ends up gasping for air and then falling silent with his mouth agape against your neck.

Yoongi swears that for a second he feared that he will pass out. It feels so good. He could cry from how good it feels. Maybe he does, that would explain why his cheeks feel so wet once he somehow calms down. 

He trembles in his aftershock, gasping for air whilst trying to swallow at the same time. It results in him making little sounds of “mhm” and “hm”. 

He pulls out way too soon for your liking, dropping on the mattress next to you. Gulping, he is still trying to recover, finding some sort of relief by nuzzling his face into your neck. 

“Touch me Yoongi, I want to cum too”, you try and to your sweet surprise, Yoongi somehow manages to let one of his hands disappear between your legs. He lets two of his fingers slip into you and presses his palm against your clit. You moan, rolling your head to the side so you could face him. 

Yoongi looks completely ruined, but tries to look somehow presentable for you. He forces a smile to his lips even if he is oh so tired. You retort it, shivering under his skilled touches. 

"You're so beautiful", he breathes, curling his fingers against your favourite spot.

“Yoongi”, you whimper.

“Is it nice?” he makes sure, scooting closer so he could rest his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, not long”, you whisper, cupping his cheek, “kiss me, sweets.”

Yoongi kisses you gladly, moaning so sweetly for you. He kisses you until you tense around him and even then he kisses you, deepening the kiss until you can suck on his tongue. You fall over the edge just like this. Tongue kissing him while his fingers curl against your sensitive g-spot. 

You feel like puddy once your high finally stops, dropping into the pillows completely limp and oh so happy. Yoongi pulls out of you, caring not to wipe his fingers before he cradles you in his arms and holds you close. Quite frankly, he doesn’t care about anything for the next ten minutes and neither do you, falling into the nicest post sex nap.

When you finally do find yourselves coming to your senses again, his dick has softened and the condom is barely holding on. Thankfully he is only touching the side of your leg. 

“I should get up and clean up, but I’m so comfy”, Yoongi mumbles with his cheek squished against your shoulder. He drooled a little, but you don’t seem to mind.

“I should get up and pee, but I’m so tired”, you murmur, arm resting around him. You have never felt that content before.

He chuckles tiredly, as do you. 

“Did you just doze off too?” he asks. 

“Yeah, I said bye for a moment”, you say, making him laugh. 

“Same”, he says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as best as possible, “you just ruined me.”

“Honestly same, that was really good.”

“Yeah, I’m so happy we finally managed to go through with it.”

You snort, “yeah, totally.”

He smiles against your skin, “I’ll try not to cum so soon next time. Sorry, that was a mess, I was just way too excited like an idiot.”

“No, it was amazing. Don’t feel bad, the timing was perfect.”

“Yeah? So you’re not mad that I didn’t make you cum with my dick?”

“Not at all”, you say, flipping to your side to press a kiss to his forehead, “you said the L-word.”

“Too soon?”

“Not really. I feel the same”, you confess and giggle.

Yoongi lifts his head, gazing at you with sparkly eyes. He cups your cheek, smiling softly. 

“You’re beautiful”, he whispers.

With a fluttering heart, you lower your gaze giddily. You most definitely would have ended up kissing him, if your door hadn’t started to produce the loudest noises ever. 

Scratching noises, thumps as if something was jumping against it and a chorus of meows and barks. 

You and Yoongi exchange a look. 

“I guess pillowtalk is over”, you say, chuckling when Levi lets out an especially dramatic meow behind the locked door. 

“Their timing is perfect, isn’t it?” Yoongi lifts his head, staring at the door, “you’re too late little munchkins, we already did it!” he calls out to your pets.

You snicker, “god Yoongi, don’t say that.”​

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[pbandjesse]

I am sad that my mom and aunt went home. But I had so much fun with them. Even if my plans didn't 100% work it was still a good day.

I had some trouble falling asleep last night. It was very cold in here. We discovered this evening that the heat is t working. Because the basement had a pipe burst and it flooded the furnace so there is no heat at all. We have the space heaters out but man. Bad luck. I am currently under 5 blankets.

I slept okay once I was asleep. But I did not want to get up. I did though and got washed up and got dressed and felt pretty good. My lip is very bruised looking and hurts but it is healing. I just keep moisturizing it and trying to leave it alone beyond that.

I would work on my temperature blanket while I waited for mom and Nadine to come over. And all of a sudden I had one of the worst hair bleeds I have had in forever. It was a little scary but it didn't last long thankfully. Didn't get any blood on my dress or project.

Mom called me to let me know they were downstairs. And I headed down to meet them. We all piled in my car to head to brunch.

My original plan was for us to have breakfast in Hampden and then we could look at the shops. But I didn't realize that basically everything opened at noon now?? That's so crazy late but it was fine. Just gives a reason for them to come back.

We want to Golden west and it was very busy but we didn't need to wait long. And I had a ton of fun talking to them about camp and doctors being shitty and the food was very good. Nadine got French toast and me and mom both got breakfast quesadillas. We did not need to get the orders because we both only are half. I would take the leftovers home and I am glad to have them for later.

We were all sitting and talking when all of a sudden everyone was looking out the windows and doors. Because it was snowing!! Big beautiful flakey snow. It was so lovely. And it was so sweet seeing everyone taking pictures and staring at the sky.

After we paid and headed outside I also was guilty of taking pictures and just being so excited. Once we got to the car, since we were going to be able to go in any shops, I just requested we take some pictures together. And I am glad I took them because they were so cute.

It was still snowing a bit. And it was just a lot of fun to see and it wasn't sticking at all so I was able to just enjoy it. I drove us straight to the museum. Forgetting that we had said we were coming back to the house to swap cars. I felt very dumb for forgetting but mom said it was okay. Not a big deal. I still felt a little dumb.

But the museum was fun. The sky was so blue and the snow had stopped. It was very windy but still a beautiful day. And I was happy to see my husband. But when we got inside they weren't at the desk! The other customers said that they had stepped away for a moment. And I was like it's okay they are my husband. And everyone laughed and was being super cute about it.

James would give us stickers and tell me that they didn't want me playing around behind stuff if I wasn't wearing my apron. Fine. I was not thrilled but to make them happy. So I went and grabbed my apron and I would give them a loosey goosey tour. Not in the regular order. But it was fun. It was also fun seeing the stuff in the museum that was just slightly different. Like the grocery store door frame had been painted. Honestly the museum looked great and it was really nice talking about history and showing off a little. I haven't given a tour in forever so it was nice practice too.

A grandpa and his grandson joined us for some of my talks which was fun. Let me show off a little more. And I turned on some machines and told stories. It was an abridged version for sure but it was still fun.

I liked getting my mom to sit in the big green car with me. I liked taking pictures. I liked sharing this part of my life with them. And it was just a lot of fun.

While sitting in the corner bar exhibit Nadine expressed concern about when they would get on the road. And I promised before 3. And we actually did better then that. We would finish up and hug on James for a little bit. And then we're back to the apartment by 230.

We had hugs all around. Nadine apologized for being a fuddy duddy. And I'm like it's fine. We are all having fun. You're not gonna hurt my feelings. And I just had a lot of fun and I can't wait until they come back.

James said it was fun seeing out dynamic. And how we played off each other. And I was just really happy.

I was also bone tired. Between all the activity and the cold I was just so ready to lay down.

When I got upstairs there was a bag at the door. The neighbor who was attacked left me a plant and a card! And the card literally made me cry. I knew the attack was bad. It was scary to see. But the injuries he told me he received broke my heart. I'm so glad I was able to help even if it was just a small way. I'm glad I could stop it from being worse.

After I put the plant somewhere safe (on the high shelf with the other plants), I would get in bed. I was super cold. But Sweetp cuddled up with me and I fell asleep.

I woke up not long before James got home. I felt super weak. My hands and arms felt weak. I would have cereal and a variety of other small things throughout the evening and they would help but I'm still not feeling amazing. Just overtired I guess.

When James got home they would start on laundry and then tell me about the heat and the pipe. And come lay in bed with me for warmth.

We have the space heater and it's helping cut some of the cold but the windows leak so much that it isn't warm in here. But it's fine. I will go take a shower and wash my hair and go to sleep for real.

I have a wonderful weekend and I am feeling really happy. And tomorrow we are doing the final walkthrough for the house! That will be sometime in the afternoon. And I hope for the rest of the day we just have a nice time. I hope you all sleep well and you are warm and safe no matter where you are. I love you all. Goodnight!

[chrispitoniak]

There's a somewhat sad story to this one, but stick with me and I promise there's a happy ending. When I was around eighteen years old I found myself drifting through the days longing for a change to escape what at the time felt like some pretty big problems (They weren't). With that, and with being drunk off of the newfound power one feels crossing into adulthood I made the decision to do something tremendously stupid but ultimately very rewarding. I had a friend who I had known and spent several years playing video games with online, so as I looked for an exit to a troubled home life moving to their area of Cedar Rapids, Iowa felt like a logical move. So, just a few short days after making that decision I was on my way, catching a ride with a total stranger 2000 miles from Phoenix Arizona up to the Midwestern city. It was poorly planned, unjustified, and dangerous to boot, all hallmarks of the sort of dumb decisions we're capable of making in our formative years. I had managed to arrange a living situation via Craigslist with yet another stranger, and within about a week I touched down in my new home, after several days of hitchhiking from Lincoln Nebraska where my previous ride had left me, rather unceremoniously. The details aren't too exciting, but it is important to note that after only a few weeks living there, that friend and I parted ways seemingly for good. I was living with a stranger, who I rarely saw or spoke to, I didn't know a soul in my area, my family was thousands of miles away, and for the first time in my life I found myself completely and truly alone. I was alone, and I would stay that way for several months, secluded in my corner of the home well into the winter months, working nights as a truck unloader at the local Walmart. You may be thinking "wow that sounds terrible" and while it wasn't great, I did a lot of growing up in that short time, learned a great deal about myself, and learned a valuable lesson which was the importance of being comfortable in your own company. Even today, I often think back to those nights I spent with winter in full swing, watching out the window powerless to the snow storms going on outside, bringing with them subzero temperatures and faulty space heaters dug from the nearby broom closet. The house I stayed in was poorly insulated, and the nights were brutally cold even indoors, which leads us to this piece of work you see here. After the storms would pass and the morning would roll around, I relish the memory of taking short walks through the neighborhood enjoying the scenery of the snow, and the quietness of everyone being bundled in their homes. It was on these walks I would run into an individual who introduced me to a group of amazing friends who years later I still keep in contact with. I don't take walks like that anymore, I'm not sure I ever could, because they were more than just walks through an unassuming neighborhood in middle America, They were the start of me truly finding myself and the experiences that would shape me for years to follow.

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[leos-regression-cove]

Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This

24. Snow Day

Synopsis: Loki's self consciousness about his Jotun form make him anxious about exploring snow. Can his family help him get over it?

Word count: 2,047

Stand Alone?: yes

Warnings: diapers, self-image problems,

Notes: I am not a therapist. I'm a teenager. Please remember this. I probably don't handle these issues like a professional.

Read it on AO3!

While Loki was getting his morning change, Sylvie looked out the window. Her eyes widened as she looked out and saw a good six inches of unshoveled, powdery, snow. 

“Daddy! Snow!” she cried, pressing her nose against the window. 

“I know sweetheart, we’re just about to go out there. Let me just…” Mobius trailed off as he bundled Loki up into thick coats and pants and scarves, giving him mittens and snow boots so he was all warm and cozy, protected from getting any on his skin, but he didn’t get to Sylvie in time, as she unlocked and opened the door, tumbling out in her nightgown. 

“Sylvie, let’s get you changed, hun, c’mere,” Mobius encouraged her back in. 

Her legs and arms were already a pretty azure blue when Mobius picked her up. 

She proudly showed off her color changing skin to him, “daddy, look!” she grinned. 

“That’s great, but I don’t think you want to spend your fun outside time in soggy clothes,” he sighed. 

Sylvie loved the snow, but he still made her put on some basic clothes: A fresh diaper with a pair of plastic pants, an exercise shirt in a light fabric, and some similar shorts that she usually used for her morning runs and combat training, which did not sit well with the bulky plastic pants underneath. 

Mobius finally got himself bundled up in a similar fashion to Loki. He made a hot cup of coffee, pouring it into a travel mug as the two children tugged at him and complained about how they needed to go outside immediately, right now.

Mobius was freezing despite multiple layers, and he could see his breath even in the house. He turned on the small space heater before heading out with his tots so it would be warmed when they came back in. 

Sylvie plunged into the snow, giggling and tunneling like a little sea serpent. 

Loki was more cautious, holding Mobius’ hand, slowly putting one foot in front of the other, and feeling his boots crunch in the thick powder. He sat down with his legs out and tapped the snowy ground, balling it up in his mits and then smashing it. 

Sylvie made a print of her face in some fresh snow and then looked up at Mobius. “Daddy! All cold!” she laughed as she rolled around in her frost giant form, with little red eyes and blue patterned skin. 

At this point, Thor had come out to see the commotion. He was wrapped in a myriad of fuzzy blankets and coats, many of which were likely real fur. Anticipating a snowball, he looked down at Loki, who was much too busy scooping it up into a bucket made for beachy sand, and trying to make snow castles. 

Sylvie on the other hand, was making her own snow fort and preparing a load of snowballs to huck at her family. As soon as Thor came into her view, she chucked one at him, smacking him in the chest before hiding down behind the tiny wall of her fort. 

“You little rat!” Thor playfully scolded, picking snowflakes out of his beard. 

After seeing Mobius use slightly mean nicknames with the littles, Thor had picked back up his old habits, just using them more in good spirits than to actually call his little siblings nasty names… well at least while they were little. When they were big, the name calling, bickering, and physical fights were still at least somewhat common; a once a week occurrence if Mobius had been keeping track correctly (which was significantly down from when the two lived together on Asgard)  

Sylvie tossed one at Mobius next, who was squatting down by Loki to ask him questions about the snow and his opinions on the morning, helping make more snow castles and his own little snowman as he chatted. It hit him in the back of the head and splattered onto Loki’s face, causing the toddler’s nose and cheeks to turn bright blue and his eyes to become ruby red. But he couldn’t see it, so he shook off the cold snow, and pretended it had never occurred, going back to trying to pack a handful as tightly as possible. 

Mobius knew he shouldn’t. He knew his job was to be the peacekeeper and he needed to set a good example, especially around his littles, who were literal gods of mischief.-- He looked at the clump of snow in the palm of his hand. Perhaps they were rubbing off on him. He packed it together and hurled it at Sylvie, watching the Jotunn girl get hit straight in the belly with it, laughing and toppling over. 

Following Mobius’ lead, Thor also started packing snowballs and tossing them entirely at Sylvie, until Loki caught on and fired a few at his older brother. 

Very quickly, there was an all out war on the snow covered forest floor. 

Sylvie hid behind a slowly growing wall of powder as Loki and Thor ran and dodged, hiding behind random objects whenever they could. 

Mobius, not getting a lot of the force, as he wasn’t as strong or agile as the rest of them, stood out in the open and just tossed snowballs at whoever he deemed open. Sure, it wasn’t as fun as being in the thick of it all, but his job was to supervise anyway, and he was happy just to be included. 

The fun ended when Loki tripped over his scarf mid-run, not paying attention to how it was falling off of him, and then getting the strings of his mittens caught in it, prying them off his hands, and almost tripping in the snow. But he made it, shedding the garments and continuing to run from the snowballs Sylvie and Thor were hucking at him. But he was hit, and right in front of Mobius, too. 

Loki looked down at his hands, now covered in a thin sheet of icy water and watching how they turned blue, with little pale tattoo-like ribbons and dots peppering his cerulean skin. He tried to hide them quickly, shoving them in his pockets. 

Mobius set down a snowball he was getting ready to throw and called a time out. He knew Loki didn’t like his Jotunn skin, but he almost felt worse aiding Loki in hiding it and not helping him work through the self-loathing, especially if it was this extreme that Loki was going to hide his hands from the man who was used to changing his diapers, or cry over it, as he was starting to.

As Mobius had taken a second to pause and plot a course of action, Loki had grown suddenly even more self conscious from the stare. A layer of water forming in his eyes and quickly running down to his lips. 

Mobius got the little to sit down in the snow and hugged him as Loki cried, snot running down his face. He felt even more like he had to get Loki used to the blue when he noticed the thick layer of sweat on Loki’s forehead, the poor thing looked ready to pass out from heat stroke. 

“I think your blue looks very nice,” Mobius said, trying to approach the subject delicately. “You know that, right?”

Loki shook his head. 

“It’s true, your blue is very pretty and it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He pointed at Sylvie after saying that. “Look at your big sis, she’s still pretty when she’s blue, isn’t she?” 

Loki looked at Sylvie and watched her happily play with Thor, hopping up on his shoulders and putting him in a light yet dramatically performative chokehold like it was the WWE. He looked back to Mobius and nodded. 

“Can I see your pretty blue?” Mobius asked, not sure if he was dealing with this problem the right way. 

Loki took his hands out of his pockets and showed them to Mobius, setting them in the snow. It felt incredibly nice. 

Mobius debated taking off Loki’s snow wear then and there, but after giving the tot a diaper check, he decided maybe it was time for a quick recess. 

“Thor, can you bring Sylvie up here?” he called. 

Thor brought the little blue girl inside, lugging her over his shoulder as she laughed, adrenaline drunk and snow silly. 

Mobius took off his gloves as he got Sylvie all changed first. She was quick and immediately wanted back out when done, which Thor obliged. 

Mobius got Loki to take off his coat, snowpants, and sweater, and went against his parental instincts by slipping Loki into a similar outfit to Sylvie, plastic pants and all.

The little looked at his exposed pale arms which Mobius took in his hands. “Your blue is very nice, Loki. I need you to know that. And it’s just me and Sylvie and Thor, alright? I want you to be comfortable, but buddy, you keep this up, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” Mobius tried to explain, knowing how much hearing that pained Loki. 

But instead of throwing a fit, Loki calmly nodded and asked to be picked up. When set back into the snow outside, he nervously watched his shins turn blue, but quickly looked away, ignoring it and flipping over onto his belly as Mobius kept making snow castles with him, and Sylvie joined, petting Loki’s back and chewing a pacifier as she did so. 

Thor squatted near them. 

It was quiet but fun, a little tutorial of sorts to get Loki used to and comfortable in his Jotunn form. 

 Eventually, the little began to roll in the snow, forgetting about his fortress. 

Sylvie watched him kick off his shoes and plant his feet in the ice. 

Mobius looked at Thor and smiled. Thor couldn’t for the life of him understand why, but he returned the expression. 

Loki stretched out like a cat. All of his visible skin was blue and little horns stuck out of his head, just like Sylvie. Eventually, he even wiggled off his shirt and started to bury himself in the powder, looking at Mobius with his thumb planted in his mouth when he was sufficiently covered.

“He seems quite happy,” Thor observed. 

“It’s in his nature. The snow’s good for him, he needs it,” Mobius informed him quietly. 

The littles tumbled through the snow like little weasels and Mobius supervised with Thor for as long as they could, until they were shivering under their layers and their noses were bright red. 

“Y’know, I think out of all the presents they’ve gotten in the past few days, this one is probably their favorite,” Mobius laughed. 

Thor sagely nodded. “Sometimes the best parts in life are like that.”

Mobius stared at him for a split second looking for where that wisdom came from. Not finding it, he smiled and accepted the tidbit for what it was. 

“Loki! Sylvie!” Mobius called. “We’re gonna head in because daddy and Thor are getting cold.” 

The tots followed Mobius inside. Their blue seemed to melt away as the warmth of the home touched them, very quickly deciding they were cold and wet from the melting ice, and wanted all the warmth and comfort the world could bestow.

Mobius soon found himself sitting at the edge of the playpen and helping two poncho wrapped toddlers look through a book about feelings. He asked them questions whenever Loki looked up at him, as they read through the page.

Sylvie had decided to be entirely non-verbal, sucking on a pacifier and just listening to Mobius and Loki talk. Loki was mostly silly babbles but also did little motions to accompany what he was trying to say. 

They all had a mutual agreement to not go too into depth about its relation to Loki’s own self image problems. 

Aside from poking at the blue pictures on the sadness page, making sad coos at Mobius, Loki didn't acknowlege the issues, and no one forced him to, instead he just laid down and slapped the buttons off to the side of the story, trying to see if he could get all the sounds to play at once until Sylvie pulled it away from him. 

That was enough novelty for Loki, baby steps into a new territory, slowly breaking down the lies others had fed him.

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[pctree]

Why Spring Pruning Produces Better Results?

Spring pruning is the best time to shape your trees and shrubs. By pruning during the spring months, you’ll be able to see the structure of the tree or shrub, allowing for more precise cuts. In addition, spring pruning allows plants to heal wounds before hot summer temperatures and insects arrive. And finally, because temperatures are cooler in spring and there is less sun, it's easier on you as well as your plant!  If you are planning for tree pruning projects then always hire a reputed Tree Removal Mount Waverley company to get the job done right.

You can see the structure of the tree without leaves.

You can see the structure of the tree without leaves.

You can see the shape of the tree.

You can see how big or small it is, based on its structure and shape.

You can tell if it needs pruning to maintain a good form or if it's too big for its space (or even both). This means you won't have to wait until spring because you don't know what you'll find on your trees until then!

The tree can heal itself before the heat of summer.

A healthy tree is a happy tree. And a happy tree is also a productive one—and that's something we can all get behind! When you prune in the spring, your trees are more likely to thrive through the summer months with less chance of being affected by diseases or pests. In this way, you're also helping your garden produce fruit and vegetables throughout the year instead of just in certain seasons. Not only will your trees be healthier because of this practice but they'll be able to grow more quickly than if they weren't pruned at all during those hot summer days when they're most vulnerable

The weather is cool and less stressful for both you and the tree.

With spring approaching, you may be wondering whether now is the best time to prune your tree. The answer is yes, but only if you do it right.

One of the biggest benefits of pruning in spring is that it's less stressful on your trees than winter pruning. Trees are less stressed when they're not getting hit with freezing temperatures or snowfall and having to produce fruit at the same time. When you're deciding what kind of tree care services plan works best for you and your property, keep these facts in mind:

Spring is a great time because it's cooler outside than during winter months

The weather isn't as harsh as when snowing season hits—and there won't be any need for heaters since temperatures stay within comfortable ranges (between 45-50 degrees Fahrenheit).

Spring is your best bet for pruning trees.

Spring is the best time to prune trees, especially if you live in a region where winter temperatures can drop below freezing. By removing dead and damaged branches in spring, you can improve the health of your tree and prevent future problems.

In late summer and fall, the apical bud grows into a shoot that will produce leaves next year; meanwhile, lateral buds stay dormant until they're needed to replace older or damaged shoots. Because these latter buds are dormant during winter months (and therefore protected), they're better able to withstand cold weather than those growing on current shoots would be if they were exposed above ground level. Thus, removing old branches early ensures that new ones won't be harmed by frost damage during their first year of growth (which would make them more susceptible to disease).

Conclusion

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[writingsfromhome]

Crystal Clear

A/N: Here’s some fluff, friends to lovers I’ve had going on while I work on something bigger :))

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“Y/N,” a strange man calls my name. I look him up and down but I don’t think I know him.

“Who’s asking?”

“Y/N, it’s me? Harry.”

“Oh,” I laugh and greet him how I would have if I’d recognized him under all those layers, in a great big hug. “Your disguise is brilliant!”

���It’s not a disguise,” he says into his coat. “It’s bloody cold here.”

“Coldest day so far,” I accept the hot chocolate from the vendor and ask him for another, Harry could use one, poor thing. His plans this week were changed last minute, and since he was in New York City where his best childhood friend lived, he decided to actually hang out with me. Ever since he got famous, it was hard to catch time with him.

“Did the cold freeze all the English out of you? You’re not even wearing mittens,” Harry accepts his own cup from the vendor.

“I’m got them in my pocket,” I point to the bulge on the side of my coat as we step aside and make our way deeper into the winter festival that was at Bryant Park. “Don’t insult me, I can still make a better cup of tea than you ever could.”

“There she is,” I hear the smile in Harry’s voice more than I see it. It truly was ridiculous--not only was he wearing the thickest parka I’d ever seen, he also had on a beanie and a scarf, as well as knit gloves that held tightly to his hot chocolate.

“I’m always here, you’re just too busy to see me.”

“Not this again,” he groans. I was always giving him grief every time he touched down to NYC but didn’t pop by for a visit. I knew he had a hectic schedule, and even though I wasn’t that bothered I still liked to tease him.

“It’s true, you come to the city so often but I see you once a year. And maybe again when I’m in London if I get lucky.”

“I’m busy Y/N, I talk to you all the time!”

“I know,” I elbow him. “I just like to rile you up.”

“Well now that you’ve got that out of your system,” he tugs my hat over my eyes. “Where are we going next?”

I push it back up, “I thought we could just wander the shops, then get on the skating rink if you’re not frozen to death.”

“Alright I’ve got to pick some gifts up anyway let’s see what’s here.”

We make a good team as we visit stands selling ornaments and kitschy decor, handmade gifts, and hot cider. We sift through exactly what we might want, or what the other’s looking for. And with the light dusting of snow coming down, and the bright lights strung around the Park, it was like walking in a Christmas movie.

“Look at this,” I point ahead. We’d nearly visited all the stands and holiday shops but a festive psychic advertises their services in a small glass booth. “Should we?”

“It’s a waste of money,” Harry scoffs. “She’s just going to read your body language.”

“She might be the real deal-”

“You can’t be serious-”

“C’mon!” I tug his gloves hand and it takes a few but he stumbles towards me. It’s slightly warmer inside and I notice the space heater running in the corner. “At least it’s warm” I whisper to Harry.

“You really want to do this?” He asks one last time.

“It’s just $10-”

“$20 for the two,” the woman almost shifts out of the wall and I hide my jump with a laugh. There’s a curtain behind her, I realize, she must have stepped out.

“It’s just me,” I clarify.

She eyes Harry and Harry eyes her back. “You look familiar.”

“Just have that face,” he shrugs, burrowing into his scarf. “I’m just here to watch.”

She stares at him a moment longer before settling at the small table. I flash Harry a smile before sitting down myself, setting my bags onto the floor.

“Palm reading, cards, what will it be dear?” The psychic asks. I remember the sign out front said cards would be more than having my palm read so I opt for the cheaper option.

“Hm,” she says thoughtfully as she traces the lines on my palm. I wriggle my eyebrows at Harry and he rolls his eyes, but he stays watching her like a hawk. It was cute how overprotective he got sometimes. The psychic glances up to catch him watching her, she then glances at me and tilts her head.

“I see longevity, in life and love, a few bumps but you’re a strong persistent woman.”

Harry grumbles behind me and I resist the urge to say something to him.

“I see success after hard, hard work. But a big success that will change the course of your career.”

“Wow, how soon?” I ask.

“Mmm, after a big milestone. Turning 30?” she continues to examine my hand. “I see a second life later in life, with kids...just one no maybe two children.”

“How about her love life?” Harry asks. “Her last love s’not too nice.”

“Seriously Harry?” I turn to glare this time. He’s grinning with flushed cheeks, knowing it was a sore spot he liked to say i told you so to. It was true, he had told me so about my 3 year relationship but I’d ignored him.

“Your love life,’ the woman speaks up. “Shows me two great loves. One cuts short, the other is as long as your life line.”

“Ooh,” I lean in, interested. “I think I know about the one that was cut short. Tell me about the second!”

“This second...” she traces my palm and I feel a tingle. “This second love is very close, a bit rocky but it will last.”

“A bit rocky?”

“Hm,” she chews her bottom lip. “Time, distance...it will make it rocky. But it lasts.”

“So how close is close?” I ask eagerly.

“Close,” she says with a smile that tells me I wasn’t getting anything else out of her.

“That’s a bit vague isn’t it?” Harry pipes up from the back.

“The future isn’t always crystal clear,” she says without looking up at him.

“Lay off,” I scold him.

“It’s okay, I get nonbelievers all the time.” She laughs. “That will be $10 dear.” When I hand her the bill she stops me as she takes it. “A little free advice?”

“Sure.” I pick up the bags I placed on the floor earlier.

"Don’t be so focused on the life you want that you don’t see the life you have around you.”

“I’ve actually told her that before,” Harry decides we want more of his unsolicited opinions. “Maybe there is something true to all of this.”

“Thanks,” I pocket her words for later. Harry was right, he’d said something along those lines to me before, especially when it came to giving up control and going with the flow on trips and events with him. I always declined his offers, we lived a modest life growing up and accepting these gifts from him always felt so excessive. I wanted to make my own way in the world, but Harry always had something to say. “And sorry for his attitude, he’s not always this rude.”

“Yeah,” Harry shifts forward. “I didn’t mean anything by it, I’m a lot nicer usually.”

“I know,” she smiles.

“She’s psychic,” I remind him.

“I’m also online,” she laughs. “Can I get a picture?”

Harry eyes me, before going in for a selfie with her. I know he usually didn’t mind getting asked in smaller settings but he’d admitted it was something he was still getting used to. It had been a couple years since he became so famous, in such a short amount of time I went from being able to go down to a local pub with my best friend to schedules and security details and a whole other list of complications. Sometimes I hated it, mostly I was happy for him.

“Another day, another fan.” I tell Harry after we walk away from the psychic and he flips me off. “Should we get something to eat and get out of the cold?”

“God yes,” Harry shivers. “Can we just go to yours?”

“Let’s go,” I loop my arm through Harry’s.

Harry wants instant warmth so he hails a cab and we pick up takeout once we reach my neighbourhood. Harry had been here a few times, my roommate had gotten used to the fact that I was best friends with him, and sometimes he preferred to stay here when he wanted to be anonymous. Paparazzi sometimes crowded outside his hotel when word leaked he was there.

We eat ourselves into a food coma and Harry decides to stay the night, not wanting to face the cold again. Since our living room couch sprained his neck the only time he’d slept there, he usually crashed in my bed. His head barely hits the pillow before he’s snoring, I guess the jet lag finally caught up.

***

I jerk out of sleep, a crashing noise followed by swearing catches my attention.

“I think your roommate dropped something,” I hear from beside me. I turn my face to get a facefull of Harry’s thigh tattoos.

“Y’think?” I croak and shift backwards to see his face. He’s sitting up in bed and scrolling through his phone.

“Guess which psychic is officially internet-famous?” Harry asks dryly.

“Hm?” I’m still calming my heart from waking up so suddenly so it takes a moment to register Harry’s words. “What?”

He shoves his phone in my face, the selfie he took with the psychic yesterday is posted on social media with over half a million likes. He swipes away and a lot of his tag is filled with news outlets and fan accounts spamming the picture. He pulls it back to read a heading: “Harry Styles visits Psychic for ideas on his next album. There’s also Harry Styles rumored to be connected to the Occult...I don’t know what that means. Psychic tells all on Harry Styles reading.”

“How did that picture circulate?” I rub my eyes and sit up beside him. “And where is all of this coming from?”

“She has a Twitter, and she posted the picture.” He shows me, it’s there with the caption A handsome face showed up to my booth at the Bryant Park Market tonight. Get your future told, 5pm to 9pm 7 days a week.

I can’t help but laugh, she was a business woman and she really took the opportunity to sell her service.

“It’s not funny Y/N,” Harry looks furious so I cover my mouth and squint at his screen as he scrolls. A ton of people are responding asking about his future or what he came there for. Amongst them, she responds to only one person: His love life was involved.

My jaw drops, “That’s such a lie! She read me my love life, and life lines!”

“I told you she was a fraud,” Harry jerks the phone back to him.

“She lied for sales, but doesn’t mean she didn’t tell the truth yesterday.”

“If she lied about this she lied about it all and you wasted $10. She only talked about your love life, not mine...”

I remember her words, my second love was very close...could she have meant...

I glance at Harry and he seemed to have followed the same train of thought because we lock eyes, his probably just as wide as mine.

“D’you think?” he says just as I say “Was she...?”

We immediately burst out laughing as the tension comes to a head and bubbles over in a safe trickle.

“Is that what she was trying to say?” I say when I’ve finally caught my breath, my stomach hurt from laughing this hard.

“I guess when she said close she meant close,” Harry’s flat on his back from laughing. “Quite literal.”

“And you were calling her out on being so vague.”

“I’ve got to give it to her,” he shuts his phone off and throws it onto the covers between us, releasing the annoyance. “She’s a good businesswoman.”

“I was thinking the same thing but I thought you might kill me if I said that,” I admit.

We lay on the rumpled covers in silence, I think about everything else she said. The potential of it all is tarnished by the idea of Harry being my second love, for life. It was so ridiculous, unless by love she meant the way I love him now. As my best friend. Our lives were so different, there was no way it could ever work. Not to mention...he was my best friend since forever.

“Have you ever thought about it?” Harry asks out of the blue.

“Thought about what?” I prop myself on my elbow.

“Us, like...the way she predicted?”

“Together together?” I can’t help but laugh. “No never, you’re my best friend!” I recognize the flash of hurt so I backtrack a little. “No offense Harry, I love you but could you imagine?”

“I have,” he says it so quietly as I lay back down. “What?” I ask. He shrugs, “I’m surprised you haven’t. We’ve been friends since...we were 7. You’re saying you never thought about it?”

“No,” I shake my head. “Actually I haven’t. When...what did you think about?”

“I dunno,” he fiddles with his rings. “Like for school dances, when I didn’t have a date I thought about asking you as more than a friend...thought about where that could lead. Or every time you had your heart broke. I wanted to take the pain away and just show you what you deserved.”

“Harry I...” it was sweet, what he was saying. But he never gave a single clue about it the entire time we grew up. He was always chasing girls who looked nothing like me, so I always thought that’s what his type was. Never did I think about anything more with him.

“Not-not recently though,” he forces a laugh. “Just when we were kids.”

“That’s sweet Harry. I had no idea.”

He shrugs, and sits up.

“No seriously I...that’s so sweet. But just so you know, you have shown me what a good man can be. Just by being the best friend ever.”

“Aw,” he swipes my cheek as he gets up. “That’s cute. I don’t know if I’ve done such a good job when you’ve only dated knobs.”

I could recognize his defense mechanism--turning it into a big joke. But he leaves the room before I can call him out and I’m left sitting in the mess of what he’d just told me. It’s not that it was awkward or a bad thing, but suddenly it felt tense and the tension triggered an anxious feeling in my chest.

I decide to get out of my room and find my roommate cleaning up the remains of her broken mug. I offer to clean the spill as she dresses to go out for her run. Helping her distracts me, and when I hear Harry leave the bathroom I lock myself in, and try some breathing exercises to clear the anxiety creeping up. When I realize I was trying to avoid Harry, I scold myself. This was ridiculous and funny! Harry wanted to ask me out when we were kids, it was cute, and that was it. The psychic was a fake anyway, nothing she said meant anything.

I head back to my room where Harry’s made the bed. I change into trousers and my favourite fisherman sweater, and find him having coffee at our small kitchen table with his phone on speaker as he talks to someone. His legs barely fit underneath, so they’re sprawled to the side. He’s still shirtless, and my attention snags on his torso.

I shake myself out of my thoughts as I bump into the kitchen island, and glance up to see that although he was talking to the person on the phone, his eyes had been on me...while my eyes were on his abs. Oh god, I cringe. I try to act casual, mouthing if he wanted breakfast but he shakes his head and points to the call he’s having.

I make myself a toast and try to ignore what just happened but it only adds to the tension from this morning. When he gets off his call he brings his cup up to the sink.

“I think I need another cup.”

“Be my guest,” I move aside. “You sure you don’t want breakfast?”

“Are you going to feed me avocado flax seed quinoa toast?” he teases.

“There’s no quinoa.” I correct, crossing my arms. “But...yes.”

“I’ll take this banana,” he holds the lone banana on the counter. “I’ve got to be in East Harlem by noon, that’s what the call was about.”

“Aw,” I hated saying goodbye. “Are you busy the rest of your stay?”

“I can make it back here,” he says.

“Do whatever you need to do,” I say. “I’m used to being discarded after you hang out with me in the city.”

“I don’t do that!” he reaches behind me to slot his cup in and set the machine to grind his beans. I can smell my shampoo on him, he must’ve showered. “If you want me back, you can just say that.”

The morning sunlight streaming through the kitchen window leaves no room for shadows; the shift in the mood is clear as the daylight streaming in. Or maybe I was reading too much into his words.

“I always want you back,” I look up to his height now that he’s standing so close, and the kitchen tightens further.

We’re stuck in a tableau; with my back against the fridge looking up at him as he gazes down with a curious expression. My mind grows blank the longer I stare. No one says a word, the sound of beans grinding the only noise in the kitchen.

My best friend in the whole world looks torn standing in front of me like this, and as my senses slowly rush back I realize that even if my expression doesn’t show it...I was torn. Because out of nowhere, all I can think about are all the questions I ever shoved away in the dark: what would it feel like if I kissed him right now? And what would have happened to us if he had asked me out to our school dance? Would we still be best friends? Would we have cut each other out? How many universes were we still good together like this? How many universes were we good together as more than this?

An urge to touch his face, make sure this was real, takes over me. But as soon as my fingers brush his cheek he snaps out of his trance and stumbles back like I’d burned him.

He forces a laugh. “I really do need that coffee.”

“Right,” I turn to the machine to put the grinds into their slot but I yank too hard and the freshly ground coffee flies out towards me. “Shit!”

“What happ-” Harry takes one look at what’s happened and turns away, his shoulders shaking.

“I can see you right in front of me laughing!” I shout. “Help me!”

“It’s all over you Y/N,” he turns around, tears in his eyes. “Give me this, I’ll put it far away from you.” He takes the remaining grinds and sets it down. I brush away what’s closest to my eyes so I can see and try to shake it off my sweater but they stick to the fibers of the knit.

“Great,” I grumble. “This is dry clean only.”

“It’s in your hair,” he runs his fingers through the strands that hang over my shoulder. I shake my head to dislodge the grinds; his fingers brush my neck away and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Uhm, that should be most of it.”

“It’s not out of this sweater,” I pout. “Screw dry clean, why did I think I could buy dry cleaning clothes?”

“I can drop it off on the way out today?” he offers.

“That means you’re coming back to drop it off to me?!” I ask hopefully.

His expression softens, “Y/N I’m coming back to your flat. I promise.”

“He promises!” I shout. Even though things were a bit awkward this morning, I got to spend more time with my hard-to-catch best friend and for that I was over the moon.

“We could also try to vacuum the sweater?” Harry suggests.

“So you don’t have to come back with dry clean?” I tease. “I’m not letting you get out of your promise, let me give it to you before you change your mind.” I tug my top off and ball it up, shoving it in his hands. It falls to the floor when he doesn’t hold it.

“Hello?” I look up and he’s a deer in the headlights. “Harry...”

“I can’t do this right now,” he takes a step back. I get the sweater from the ground and hold it out to him again.

“Do you want to wipe the kitchen floor with the sweater too? Take it!” I sigh. “Harry are you really acting so chaste about seeing a girl in her bra?”

“It’s-” he decides to stop mid-word. “You’re not just any girl Y/N, I’ve already made it clear.”

Now it’s my turn to stare--he hadn’t made it clear. “You said you only felt something when you were younger...”

“And you believed me?”

I realize I didn’t, but I wanted to believe him so I hadn’t questioned it. “Well it’s not the first time you’ve seen me in a bra. Can you take the damn sweater?” 

“Yeah I can I’m just...” he seems to calm down a bit, enough to step towards me and take it. “I didn’t have to face this conflicted feeling in me if I didn’t see you often. I can just be the best friend. But now, with the whole psychic thing and you in--like this in your kitchen and I--I’m remembering how much I just want to...”

“Kiss me,” I say.

“Yeah...” he looks away.

“No, I’m telling you to kiss me.” I clarify. His expression would’ve made me laugh if my heart wasn’t beating so fast. I couldn’t believe I was being this impulsive.

“Really? You’re not just saying that cuz of this morning?”

“Fine,” I step out of his reach and cross my arms to hide my shaking hands. “If you don’t want to kiss me-”

He pulls me back too quickly and I bump into his chest. “I never said that.” He says in a tone I’d never heard from him before, it’s serious and sexy and it sends tingles through my body. I press myself up against him and he finally, finally, kisses me. Every bit of tension and anxiety the day had built up releases in the single moment his lips cover mine.

How had I waited this long?

The kiss is gentle, delicate like he’s still not entirely sure I want the same thing he does. I show him I do by using my tongue to open his mouth slowly and the hesitation disappears immediately. We’re a fighter jet taking off from there; I don’t know where I end and where he begins as he walks me to the kitchen island and lifts me onto it, our limbs tangling together, His hands roam down the side of my body, but he stays in the safe zones until I unclasp my bra.

“Oh hell no,” my roommate’s voice interrupts us from behind. I hold my bra close and turn. She stands at the entryway, shaking her head. “Not here. Not on our kitchen island. You two have a room literally 10 feet away...”

“Oops,” I say quietly which seems to set Harry off. My roommate is still shaking her head but I see the smile on her face. I’d caught her hooking up on multiple occasions so it wasn’t anything new. But I didn’t do this often. I jump down, apologizing to her. “Harry’s going to clean the coffee off the floor...I-I’ll find a shirt.”

“Mhm,” she closes her bedroom door and I look over at Harry who’s crouching on the floor in tears.

“This is all your fault!” I whisper but he tugs me down to where he is and holds my face as he kisses me.

“I know you two aren’t behind the island,” my roommate’s voice comes out again. I stay there as her footsteps move to the bathroom and the door closes behind her.

“I hate you,” I skirt out of his reach, and rush to my room yelling another sorry as I head back and find a top. Harry appears in my room as I put it on.

“I guess that was a good time for her to walk in on before it got too far?” he still has a stupid grin on his face.

“I don’t even want to think about it,” my cheeks were burning and even more so that Harry was elated.

“I’ve actually got to head out now.”

I pout but he kisses my pout instead. He promises he’ll be back in the evening and I let him go with one more kiss, my mind catching up with everything that just happened.

Oh my god.

***

It’s nearly 8 by the time I’m done running all my errands--taking holidays off for work was usually a good decision for me. I had a big family and picking up all the holiday bits before I flew back home was always a big job. I take an Uber home, I couldn’t handle a 40 minutes trip back home carrying everything home on the subway.

I call out to my roommate when I get in but she doesn’t respond. I check her door and it’s open and dark, the bathroom is also empty. She must have evening plans.

I open my door to a surprise. Harry is sprawled on my bed. He jerks awake when I settle my bags down.

“Y/N?” he squints as I turn the light on.

“How did you get in here?” I shrug my coat off.

“Y’roommate let me in before she left,” he rubs his eyes. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep...I had a whole thing planned.”

I’d gone over the whole morning during my errands, surprised and excited and nervous about this new step for us. But I continued to think about what the psychic said, our love lines extended alongside my life line. Even though there wasn’t much comfort or trust in a psychic who used a photo opp as a marketing opp, what she said had come true. And I put my faith in that, calming my nerves about this new step potentially ruining our friendship forever.

“Was that okay?” Harry sits up. “She didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Oh no that’s fine,” I unwrap my scarf and stand at the foot of my bed. “I really wasn’t sure if you were coming back.”

“Of course I would,” he reaches for my hand. “I wouldn’t leave you after this morning, I’m not that flighty.”

“Well we never really got to talk about it,” I say as I sit down. I’d texted him during the day but it never showed he read it, I wasn’t sure how to read into that; finding him passed out on my room meant he was probably on the go all day.

“Are you okay with this?” he says with such concern, I nearly tear up. This was making me way too emotional.

“I am,” I smile at my best friend in the whole world. “I just don’t want to go too fast.”

“We won’t,” he promises as he holds his arms out. I lean in towards his solid chest and he wraps his arms around me. I feel his breath on my cheek, then his lips in my hair. “I’m yours for eternity Y/N, we can take it as slow or fast as you want.”

It was a good thing to say, and I believe him entirely.

We eventually untangle ourselves to get food in us, and even though things are different, they’re also not. We still pick out the same parts of our food to give the other person, we still talk the same shit and laugh at the same jokes. But his hands grasps mine and his thumb brushes over my knuckles absentmindedly. His eyes stay steady on me as I talk like I’m someone new he’s exploring. We kiss after dinner, but we also load the dishwasher and laugh about the one time I’d managed to burn soup from a can. Eventually we end in my bedroom, where we lay together, our conversation growing quieter by the minute, the space between us growing smaller.

And even though we’d slept like this a hundred times before, it’s different now. I can feel it in every atom of my being, I was his and he was mine. And I don’t know how long it’s been like this for it to feel so easy, but accepting it was a no brainer, like accepting the sky was blue or the sun was hot. I remember the advice the psychic gave, I was following it: living the life I had around me even though it wasn’t the life I thought I would have.

There were a million things Harry and I had to figure out to make this work--I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. But I did know that it was right, it was true, and it was going to be forever.

The future may not be crystal clear, but my future with this man was.

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #fic #writingsfromhome #friends to lovers #standalone #holiday fic #ignore any grammar or errors pls ty

[mintugiyuu]

> here’s the final part of your request @kyojoroo ! I’m so sorry it’s in two different parts, but I learned for the first time that these text boxes have a limit lmao, again I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night! <3

༄ we have to stop meeting like this - continued

sfw one-shot

➥ pairing || rengoku kyojurou x reader

➥ au || modern day; college

➥ warnings || cheesy, tooth-rotting fluff with extra cheese

➥ synopsis || the reader keeps bumping into the one and only rengoku kyojurou; only instead of just casually seeing him over and over again, they quite literally bump into him in the most inconvenient ways possible. (cont.)

➥ part one || click here!

༄ the mediterranean sea collection - masterlist

Today had to be one of the worst days in your life. Freezing, drenched, and newly homeless, you tucked yourself onto the bus stop bench. Lucky you, this one didn't even have an awning to protect you from the elements.

The rain had no pity for your predicament as it pelted your body, the light clothing doing close to nothing for you. Summer had just come, yet the night rainfall seemed to have brought an unexpected chill.

Not to mention the suitcase and duffle bag you had with you were now also getting soaked.

You could only hope nothing was too waterlogged.

Your hand did little to protect your dying phone from getting wet as you tried to search for the nearest place to stay. Motel, hotel, air B'N'B; anything in range to get you off the streets for the night.

You had a feeling this would happen, and boy were kicking yourself for not seeing the red flags and preparing sooner.

Not having enough savings for a dorm, you had signed a contract with the residents of an apartment to rent out one of the rooms for cheap.

The agreement only lasted for two semesters, but they had promised that you'd be able to renew it once summer rolled around.

"Promise my ass." You grumbled, remembering how the original owner had gotten a partner. In return, they refused to let you sign another contract so they would have space for the "love of their life".

You saw the signs; you saw how their stuff slowly moved into the apartment and all the time they were spending there.

You just didn't think they'd be shitty enough people to kick you out the moment your contract ended.

A gust of icy wind rolled through, causing another shudder to rack your body. The closest place wasn't in walking distance, and it was far to late for the buses to be running. Sighing, you shut off your phone and closed your eyes.

You had resigned yourself to walk the several blocks to the nearest 24/7 fast food place to at least get out of the rain.

That was until the rain fall suddenly stopped beating down on you. The rain couldn't have stopped though, you could still hear it. You blinked your eyes open and looked up, surprised to what - or more accurately, who - you saw.

"...Kyojurou?"

Standing there in all his warmth and glory, Kyojurou looked down at you with concern, holding a bright red umbrella over your soaked form.

He couldn't seem to help the small smile that graced his lips at the sound of his first name.

"I'd be happier that you finally used my name if you didn't look so sad and drenched."

A humorless snort escaped your lips as you hugged yourself, shivering slightly. "Timing always has my side doesn't it? I'm just about to head to the closest food place to get out of the rain, so don't worry about it."

"Why?"

"I got kicked out," you shrugged, looking to the ground.

"This late at night?"

"It surprised me too. They found a new roommate and wouldn't let me renew my contract for the next school year, and it just so happens it ended tonight." There was a hint of bitterness in your tone, one that was completely understandable.

Kyojurou's brows furrowed. "They didn't give you a heads up? A two week notice?"

"I'm just lucky they let me pack all of my stuff before I had to leave." You continued to look down at the ground, not seeing the way Kyojurou's face contorted ever so slightly.

He didn't get mad often, but whoever your old roommates are were now on his shit list

"Well that's a shitty thing to do," he stated bluntly, causing you to sputter and blink dumbly at him.

It's been almost a year since you've met the blonde, and in all that time you never once heard him say a single bad word.

"Did you just curse??"

He pretended not to hear, pulling out his own phone to see the time as you mulled over the fact that this sweet ray of sunshine just called someone shitty.

Expression neutralizing as he schemed, he turned back to you. "You don't have to stay in a fast food place for the night."

"Huh?? Are you suggesting I sleep in a box?"

The man smiled, resting a reassuring hand on top of your shoulder, frustration forgotten for now. "You can stay with me!"

"What now?"

Chuckling, he passed the umbrella off to you to hold, beginning to slip his arms out of the jacket he wore. "You can stay with me for the time being until you get back on your feet! Well, us. If you wanted to of course! Sanemi just moved out, so we're looking for a new one regardless."

Baffled at the sudden offer, you started to shake your head, forming the words to decline him. It was too big of a favor, how could you accept that?

He was one step ahead of you, as he always is.

"Before you say anything, no, it would not be any trouble, you're a joy to have around! We can settle the nitty gritty later, let's just get you out of the cold."

"Wait, Kyojurou," you were silenced by a heavy warmth that suddenly engulfed your upper body, including your sight. Moving the fabric from your eyes, you realized it was his jacket.

His once dry clothes was slowly becoming just as soaked as you were as he took back the umbrella, insistently keeping it solely above you.

The gentle way he smiled in combination with the light post that shined behind his head had you convinced he was your guardian angel in disguise.

You hesitantly pulled the jacket closer to your body, not being able to deny how relieving the warmth felt. "But, won't you be cold?"

"My insides are practically pocket heaters, it takes a lot for me to be cold. A little wind and rain won't do anything to me, I promise! Now come on, before you get sick," he insisted as he grabbed your bag, throwing them over his shoulder.

"Little" was an understatement, but you didn't have the energy to argue. It was the middle of the night and you could feel your eyes starting to droop.

Grabbing your luggage to role behind, you let the other wrap his free arm around your form, hand resting on your arm. "Thank you, truly I don't know where to start showing how grateful I am. I owe you big time."

"Never refer to me as Rengoku-san again and I'll call it even!"

A wobbly smile tugged at your lips as you leaned into his side, letting him guide you down the route to his apartment. "You have a deal then, Kyojurou."

The weather broadcasters warned everyone about heavy snowfall, but you couldn’t help but think they could’ve prepared everyone a bit more as you stared out your window and could only see the shadow of snow.

Thank the gods above it was winter break or they’d have to cancel classes, which would just be tuition money flushed down the shitter.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door of the bedroom you were in, which was odd because the door was open.

Low and behold, it was your sweetheart of a boyfriend, holding two mugs and using his foot to knock. “I brought hot coco!”

"You don't have to knock, this is your room you dork."

"Our room technically, my dear." He responded smoothly, shutting the door with his foot behind him as he made his way to you.

"Careful not to spill it," he winked, laughing slightly as he handed you your mug.

"Just for that I should," you scoffed playfully, sticking your tongue out at him as you took the drink. The smile on his face was nothing but adoring, finding you to be adorable. You had to look away to dismiss the butterflies that swarmed in your tummy. “Looks like we’re snowed in for a bit. The snow is above the windows.”

Kyojurou hummed in agreement. “I still don’t understand how tiny snowflakes can become so damaging so fast!”

“You’re funny,” you chuckled, taking a sip of the hot beverage. Kyojurou always made the best hot chocolate.

“... UME! I’m glad I can be amusing!” You couldn't hold down the snort at the realization that he wasn't joking, swallowing and shaking your head. You granted him mercy and switched the subject.

“What are the others up to?”

Kyojurou leaned against the sill next to you, shoulder bumping yours affectionately. “Tengen is in the living room playing video games with his girlfriends, Mitsuri is watching a movie in her room and Obanai is watching with her. I think she's also painting his nails from the conversation I overheard while passing by."

“I see.”

The both of you were leaning against the window sill, basking in the comfortable silence. It wasn't common in an apartment full of unique roommates.

Even now you both could hear the loud victory cheer of Suma as Tengen groaned in defeat.

Taking another sip of your drink, you hummed, lifting your head to face Kyojurou. You were going to say something, but that was forgotten as you covered your mouth with your fingers as to not laugh suddenly.

"Hm? Is something wrong?" Your poor oblivious lover had a whipped cream mustache. He tilted his head at you - not unlike an owl - seemingly confused to your sudden shift in expression. You swallowed your laughter down as you placed your drink onto the sill, stepping closer to the blonde.

"No, nothing's wrong. You just have a little something rigghtt..." you reached out to grip his chin gently, swiping your thumb across his top lip to collect the whipped cream. "-there, all gone!"

A pretty, bright red color spread across Kyojurou’s face, wide eyes blinking owlishly at you with his mouth slightly agape. Laughing quietly at his reaction, you licked the cream off your thumb, patting the side of his cheek teasingly.

"You'll catch flies, hun." A click of teeth could be heard as he closed his mouth.

"RIGHT!" He stopped himself to clear his throat, turning to face the window as his usual smile reappeared, though a bit wobbly. "Thank you!"

All you did was hum, a slight mischievous smirk settling onto your face. You were set to happily go back to your drink when you shivered, the chill of the room finally reaching you through your clothes.

Kyojurou caught it from the corner of his eye, turning back to you. “Are you cold?”

You waved him off, shaking your head. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, you'll just get another sweatshirt.

“I’ll be ok. The hot coco will warm me up in- WOAH!” That plan was thrown out the window when he suddenly scooped you up into his broad arms, smiling determinedly.

"You're not allowed to just continue on being cold, not if I can help it!" The firey man plopped you down onto your shared bed, quickly gathering the collection of fluffy blankets you have accumulated over time.

In the blink of an eye, you were neatly swaddled in said blankets and being held gently to your boyfriend's warm chest. He settled underneath the main blanket, wrapping his strong arms around your body.

“Is that better?” He beamed at you, looking oh so proud of himself.

What did you do to deserve him?

"Much," you all but groaned, snuggling your face into the warmth of his chest. It was like cuddling a big warm marshmallow. “I still can’t understand how you’re so warm.”

“I’m a living-breathing heater, my dear. I’ve explained this before, I’m sure of it.”

You snorted, leaning into his hand as he began to run his fingers through your hair. “I’m not complaining, you’re good to keep around for whenever my hands freeze.”

“I wouldn’t mind one bit," his voice came out softly, planting a warm kiss to onto your forehead. This in turn caused you to melt even further into him, burying your face into his shirt.

Kyojurou laughed with amusement as he turned on the television, looking for something for the two of you to watch for the rest of the evening. You eventually peaked your head out to look at him, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“Hey, Kyojurou?”

“Yes?”

All of his attention was on you. Even in these small moments he looks at you as though you're the most precious human being in the world. And to him, you were.

You hummed, placing a kiss onto his chin. “I’m happy I spilled my drink all over you.”

The small peck had similar effects from the whipped cream incident earlier, though he seemed to snap out of it quicker this time. He smiled brighter, cupping your cheek with his large, warm hand.

“That's an odd way of saying I love you."

This made you pause, the 'L-word' not being used between the two of you yet. “Wait, what?"

He gave you no time to question further as he placed a kiss onto your lips in return, his other hand finding the small of your back to pull you closer.

The initial shock of being kissed faded quickly, your arms finding their way around his neck as you pulled yourself closer. The kiss was short and sweet, yet the passion that Kyojurou lived by was always present.

The kiss came to a pause with you laying on top of his chest, remote forgotten and blankets wrapped around you as you steadied your breathing.

Kyojurou's eyes crinkled slightly with his smile, brushing the back of his hand across your cheek.

"I love you too."

#🎣.requests #sfw #one shot #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny reader insert #demon slayer reader insert #kimetsu no yaiba reader insert #kny one shot #demon slayer one shot #kimetsu no yaiba one shot #rengoku kyojurou #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojurou x reader

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

@taznovembercelebration day 9: super, snow

Magnus rises one morning and is immediately struck by how frigid his room is. He’s known for being something of a space heater but this cold snap has even him piling on layers upon layers. He shuffles out into the kitchen, surprised to see Julia and Stephen already milling about, sipping coffee, seemingly unbothered by the cold. In the few months he’s been living in Raven’s Roost, he’s normally been first to rise. Must be the weather, he figures.

Stephen gives him a nod and returns his attention to the small stack of order forms in front of him.

Julia looks at him and gives him a smile that cuts through the chill like a hot knife. “Morning Magnus,” she says sweetly.

“Morning,” he replies, still fully waking up. He finds a clean mug in the cabinet and scoops enough sugar into his coffee to earn a snort from Stephen. He glances outside once, twice, then three times. He sets his mug down and peers out the kitchen window intently before turning to look at Stephen and Julia. “D-did you guys see that? What the hell is all that?” he asks breathlessly, oblivious to the dumbfounded looks in his direction.

“You never seen snow before?” Julia asks, the corners of her mouth quirking up, a full grin threatening to break through at any moment.

Magnus frowns and scratches a sideburn, genuinely considering Julia’s question. He feels like he has but he just can’t place when he would have. “I don’t think so. At least, not like this.”

Stephen squints at Magnus. “Where’d you say you’re from again, son?”

“Uh, this real small town out near the desert. Not really great conditions for snow, you know?” Magnus says quickly. He doesn’t love talking about his past. Misses his moms too much. And he feels like he’s missing part of himself, a big part, too. Not that he’s too keen on sharing that. Kinda makes him sound loony.

Julia’s grin breaches containment, at long last. “Well, that settles it,” she says, clapping her hands once and rising from the kitchen table. “Go put some more clothes on, we’re going to play in the snow.”

Magnus’s eyes go as big as saucers. “Really?”

Julia nods. “Really! Now go, we got a nice covering and I wanna get out there before all the kids stomp around and get it all dirty.”

Magnus is rushing back to his room before Julia can finish speaking. She laughs before sipping her coffee again. “That guy is super weird,” a gentle fondness eking its way into her voice.

“He sure is.” Stephen sends her a knowing look that Julia flatly ignores. She blushes in spite of herself before going to pull on some layers.

#is this a stretch for super? yeah <3 #taz #taz nc #taz november celebration #the adventure zone balance #the adventure zone #magnus burnsides #julia burnsides #magnulia #like it's super early magnulia [pre magnulia if you will] but i love them so #reese writes

[feral--bog--witch]

I don't know if anyone of my mutuals are from Texas but here is a really good list of winter survival tips from a lady who lives where it gets to be -40C (up to -55C sometimes).

Layer your clothes.

Start with leggings or skin tight pants, then put sweats or another fuzzy type pant over top of that. Put on a tank top, then a t-shirt, then a sweater, then a coat. Same with socks. Layer your socks as well. HOWEVER do not put so much on that you start sweating. If you start sweating you MUST remove a layer to where you are warm but NOT hot. If you get cold while you are sweating, it negates all your layers and you WILL get cold faster.

For going outside without winter gear.

Do the layering and if you have wind pants or a wind jacket (waterproof outer shells can work too), put that over top of your clothes. Its not rated for cold weather but it will keep the wind from cutting through you which is a big thing that can affect your core body temperature. The wind will be freezing and it won't take you long to get freezing as well if it can cut through your clothes.

For your feet, water proof foot wear but NOT rubber boots. Those will make your feet freeze.

And for gloves, if you don't have any, you can make some quick ones out of socks but you MUST put them on BEFORE you go outside otherwise it negates the reason for them. They KEEP you warm, not MAKE you warm.

Also remember leggings can be doubled as a scarf and you can and will lose heat through your head so wrap it up or wear a hood.

What to do if you think you have frostbite.

You can tell if you are frost bitten due to the fact your skin will kind of go numb and you can no longer feel it. The worse it is, the more you can't feel. Now to warm that area back up once you are safe inside DO NOT USE HOT WATER! This is imperative. You WILL cause second or third degree burns because you can't tell how hot it is. Start with tepid water and rub the area vigorously while you run water over it or hold it under the water. Increase the temperature slowly over time. Another point. This WILL hurt. It will hurt A LOT but you need to keep going. It hurts because your nerves are thawing out and you are regaining circulation. This is normal and GOOD. If it hurts you know the area is slowly thawing out.

If you don't have access to water, rub the affected area a lot, massage it and work the skin and muscle. The friction will slowly thaw it out through heat and you will need to keep doing it to ensure it thaws out completely. Once again this will hurt but you need to push through it to ensure you retain functionality of that area be it your hands or feet or fingers or toes.

What do do to prep your house for freezing temps.

First thing you need to do, especially because in the south your houses are not built for freezing temps is to drip your taps. All the taps in your house should be dripping hot and cold water. This will prevent your pipes from freezing.

Also open your cupboards under your sink to help prevent the pipes from freezing. If you are concerned about it still freezing you can use cardboard to wrap them, it's not the greatest for insulation as it's not built specifically for it but it will work in a pinch to keep your pipes from freezing. You can also wrap some cotton batting around them BEFORE you do the cardboard to insulate even better.

Then we move onto draft proofing your home. If your house is drafty it will get cold VERY quickly, especially when you have freezing wind blowing. So for your windows, hang dark blankets up to cover the windows, this will help prevent drafts and the darker colour will absorb heat that will be help keep your house a touch warmer.

For your doors, roll up towels and put them at the bottom of your doors to help stop drafts from coming in or out. If you are leaking around the edges, if you have it, staple double over plastic to over hang the door to isolate the draft to the door itself. If you don't, hang a blanket to cover the door completely. This will block the draft and keep the cold from coming in and the heat from escaping.

What do do if your power goes out.

First thing you are going to do is bring everyone into a single room, if you can centralize the room to be in the middle of the house, that's even better as the cold will take much longer to reach it. As you do that, close all the door you can and then you are going to amp up your space to help retain heat. So you are going to cover the door with a blanket and you are going to bring as many blankets as possible into that space.

You are going to stay there with everyone and eat and sleep in this room TOGETHER. Your body heat will keep the room warm and if you insulate it properly it will retain that heat. If you notice a wall is super cold, hang a blanket up on it, if you notice a draft, stuff it with a towel or hang a blanket up on it.

You want the room to be as insulated as possible. And yes I include pets with this so bring in their food and water dish and if it's a cat bring in toys and their litter box.

For light, use flashlights or camping lights. If you have kerosene lamps use those, but generally use candles. Make sure they are high off the ground, not where they can tip over, and make sure they have a plate or a tray underneath then so that if they DO tip you won't catch anything on fire or get wax every where. Remember that crayons can be used as candles, and if you shove a candle in a can of Crisco that shit will burn for like six days straight. Also if you have an orange, cut it in half, take the pulp out, pour in a little cooking oil into the half a peel (make sure the flash point of the oil is high so it doesn't catch fire), and then stick a small candle in the middle, this will give you a large amount of burn time for a small candle.

For heat. There are several methods you can use to heat up a space, one is you take a tiny can, put a toll of toilet paper inside of it, then you dump isopropyl alcohol (min 70%) over the roll until it's soaked, and then light it on fire. This will provide both light and heat for several hours.

If you want to double that heat, take a terra cotta pot or a metal pot and have it slightly over top of the can. NOT covering the fire but resting slight over top of it so the rim of the terracotta pot or the metal pot it level with the edge of the candle. If you have several of those, you will heat the space rather quickly.

If you have a woodburning stove or a fireplace, then use that! Just make sure you have your chimney unobstructed donut draws properly and for all burning types of heat ALWAYS HAVE A CARBON MONOXIDE ALARM. If you DON'T then make sure your space is ventilated.

Also never fall asleep while the fire is going. So candles, your little flame heaters, ect.

Keeping yourself warm at night.

The absolute BEST blankets to use to wrap up in are sleeping bags. Use them on-top of all your other blankets and they will keep your heat in so much better than anything else. They are specifically designed for colder weather and keeping you warm.

Keep your feet warm. The best and easiest solution to this is to make a 'bed rock'. Back in the old times people used to warm up rocks and stones and stick them at the end of their bed underneath their covers to keep them warm. We can mimic that by using hot packs, so those little plastic bean filled baggies that you warm up in the microwave. Pop those into the microwave for two minutes and stick them at your feet under your blankets and you will have warm feet for up to three or four hours.

If you don't have a heat pack, that's fine! You can make one with a sock, rice, and a hair elastic. Fill your sock with rice, tie it closed with the elastic and there you go! Homemade heat pack (I actually made one this winter when our power went off. It makes a WORLD of difference.)

If you are stuck outside in the freezing cold (and can't get into a shelter).

Layer your clothes and if you are still cold, crumple up newspaper and stick it between the layers. This will act as a insulator to keep your body heat in. You need to stay warm. It's easier to stay warm than it is to warm up.

Try and get access to a tent and a sleeping bag will increase your chances of staying warm. You need shelter and a tent with a sleeping bag is the best way to do that. If you have shelter you can survive but if it's snowing do NOT let snow accumulate on your tent. This can block air flow and can cause your tent to collapse.

Sleep on something that protects you from the ground. Even if you have to layer cardboard to keep the cold away from you, do so.

If you have no shelter, you can make one using cardboard boxes. Find a large box if you can, then a smaller one that fits inside of it but still fits you. Once you have them, find a place that is sheltered from the wind and then place your boxes so that the opening it towards the shelter and then shove crumpled newspaper in the space between the boxes to provide insulation and while it's not pretty, it will work in a pinch. If you want too insulate it more, put plastic over the boxes and then pile snow on the sides and a thin layer on the top. This will insulate your shelter as snow acts as a great insulator.

Buddy up. The more people you find the more heat you can generate. Never be alone out in the cold. It's easier to fall asleep when you shouldn't and you won't have someone else there who can help you if you need it. Have at least someone else with you if you can manage it.

Never go to sleep cold! If you are warm you can stay warm but you can't warm up if you are cold. Doing jumping jacks, rub your legs and arms, do whatever it takes to get warm before you go to sleep.

If it's super cold out, keep moving and find public spaces that are open to get out of the cold. Sometimes it is too cold for you to stop and sleep. You might want too but you can and will die if you do. The cold will kill you quickly and it is better to keep moving to keep yourself safe and awake. If you can find open public buildings, like 24 hour laundry mats or libraries or other buildings like that. Go in to get warm as best as you can and if you can sleep there, do so but you cannot sleep outside if it's too cold.

Stay safe.

This is the biggest piece of advice I can give you. This cold snap is horrible for people who have never experienced it before so stay safe and stay warm. Im worried for you, I'm used to this, you aren't. I love you all and stay safe!

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[solsticexolos]

Heating Chicken Coops

Deleted the anonymous ask because I was warned they may have just been trying to get a rise out of me, but figured I should make a post about safely heating chicken coops!

So large, adult livestock are typically very good at handling cold as long as they’re provided shelter from wind. Most mammals are able to grow an extra thick winter coat, and large animals are very good at staying warm. So other than water heaters (because animals still need water in the winter!), farmers don’t really need to provide horses, cattle, sheep, goats, etc, with any supplemental heat. However baby livestock, if they are born during the cold (tbh even in spring here it can get frigid at nights) frequently do require a heater.

Poultry, particularly chickens (which, though long-since domesticated, do originate from a tropical climate), are able to handle some very impressive low temperatures, especially cold-hardy breeds like Orloffs and Chanteclers. However, they are much smaller, and do not grow extra feathers to combat the cold. Those with large combs and wattles, bare faces, and feathered legs are at a very big risk for frost-bite in the winter. Keeping them alive isn’t too difficult by just providing shelter, but doing the bare minimum for survival is really not enough, and not good husbandry. Which is something I frequently try to stress on my blog- the bare minimum for survival is NOT good care! If your animals are not able to escape or alleviate stress, including environmental stressors such as extreme temperatures, then they are not being cared for well. 

Shelter alone will not prevent frost-bite, their feathers are great at trapping hot pockets of air, but unlike turkeys chickens are not good at keeping their faces warm, especially not roosters and hens with large combs and wattles. Before we used heaters, even with insulated shelters, we were treating frostbite regularly. This not good, and was not acceptable for us. It is an extremely painful condition, and you should do everything in your ability to make sure your outdoor animals will not have to experience it. 

Note: heat lamps are not safe. That is very simple, and very clear. A barn burned down here last month because they had a heat lamp on their goat kids. Anything that can be easily knocked over and which has the heating element exposed, or gets too hot at the surface for you to touch with your bare hand, is not safe. I have never suggested heat lamps, and never will. Not even for raising chicks (I use brooder plates, instead!)

What we use, and have used reliably for many years now, are ceramic heaters. They warm just the area around them and not an entire room, which means that the birds (or any animal) are able to move closer to them as needed when they are chilled, and when busy during the day are still exposed to cooler areas. Our bantam coop is kept around 45 degrees (F), as bantams are more cold-sensitive than large fowl, and my Orloff barn is kept around 35 degrees (F), which prevents water from freezing and my single-combed birds can regulate their temperature safely (but the Orloffs don’t overheat.) Now if the air is damp at these temperatures, frost-bite can still happen, so ventilation to cut down on humidity levels is a must. Dry and warm are the keys! By keeping it cool, the chickens are still very comfortable going outside on SAFE days to go out. If the weather is bad, if it is snowing a lot, if it is bitterly cold, they stay inside.

The brand Sweeter Heater specializes in producing safe space heaters for livestock and poultry, definitely worth checking out!

Other than just keeping the poultry warm, it also keeps the humans warm while working with them! I am asthmatic and cold triggers dangerous bronchospasms in my lungs, so the air needs to be warm enough for me to breath safely. I can generally do as low as 25 degrees (F) without it being too painful. The past few nights here in Northern NY have gotten down to -25 degrees (F), that’s 25 BELOW zero. It’s very cold! It can kill in a matter of minutes! So remember to bundle up, keep yourself and your critters safe and warm!

Happy chickening! And turkeying! I do both now!

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[treasure-hwa]

sparkling wine and cake

pairing: seonghwa x g.neutral reader

genre: fluff

synopsis: Seonghwa could not ask for a better way of spending new year's eve.

word count: 1755

author's note: is it good, you ask me. It's better than nothing, I answer. I should have posted it on January 1st, but I didn't, so enjoy it now, 14 days into the new year.

Winter felt way colder and sadder when there was not a cozy place full of cheerful people to spend new year’s eve. The place Seonghwa lived in felt emotionless and chilly, even though the heater was on.

He focused on baking the chocolate cake he decided to bake just so he could distract himself from the sting burning on his chest. Not being able to spend new year’s eve with his family was painful and the man cursed his boss for demanding, in the last minute, he worked on December 30th and the afternoon of the first day of the year. Seonghwa had booked a flight to his hometown, but, due to work, he had to call it off, and booking a flight on new year's eve was impossible.

His friends were also already busy, and Seonghwa didn't want to bother them, so, that night, it would be only him, the chocolate cake and maybe a glass of sparkling wine toasted with the wind the moment the clock hit 00:00.

It's how it's gonna be, he thought to himself while cleaning the kitchen's counter, it will be fine, I can video call my parents later. But when you least expect, things happen, don't they?

Around 10:30pm, the doorbell rang, and Seonghwa, without hurry, went to the door, getting a big surprise when he opened it.

— Hey, happy new year.

— Y/N?

— I know, it's not 2021 yet, but whatever. Can I come in? I brought some… snacks. — You showed him a convenience store white plastic bag you had on your hand.

— Sure, come in. What did you bring? — You shared a quick hug before the boy took the bag from you, taking it to the kitchen.

You left your shoes and coat, full of little white dots of snow, on the specific places and came into the house, sighing when the warm air welcomed you.

— Sparkling wine, Pringles and chocolate. — You sat on the couch, stretching your legs and your red and green striped sock clad feet.

— Nice. Why are you here? Not trying to be rude, of course — He hurried to correct himself in case you misunderstood him.

— I came here to spend new year's eve with you, Hwa, obviously.

— But why? What about your family? — the man questioned, putting the sparkling wine bottle on the refrigerator and taking out the one he already had, pouring the golden liquid on two glasses.

— Split up. My sister is with her boyfriend, my brother with his friends and mom and dad are with their respective new partners.

— I am sorry, I guess. — Seonghwa came to the living room, sat beside you and handed you the glass, pouting and touching your arm gently with his free hand.

— It's okay. — You smiled and, even though it was kind of a broken one, you seemed content enough, more content when you sipped on the sparkling wine. — At least we are together.

He smiled with the ending words, finally realizing he would start 2021 near someone really important to him.

You and the man met on the train station two years ago. The place was crowded and both were moving to the big city because of great job offers, something they couldn't find in their respective hometowns. Everybody was waiting for cabs and, when one stopped in front of you and you opened the car's door, you saw a breathless guy running towards you.

"Please, let me take this one. I am already so late to meet my new landlord."

"Well, me too, but… we can share the cab, what do you think? I go first, then you go."

He agreed, thanked your gentleness and got into the cab, rearranging his luggage on the available space. Two days later, you met at the local bakery and discovered you lived next to each other. The rest was story.

— Is there cake? Your house smells like cake.

— Yep, I’m just waiting for it to cold down.

A moment of silence.

— What are your plans?

— Watching a movie, eating cake and drinking sparkling wine during the whole night, maybe getting a little drunk. — He shrugged his shoulders. — Sounds good or do you want to do anything else?

— Anything sounds good with you, Hwa.

Maybe Seonghwa had melted and his heart lost a beat. If he was totally honest, he would say he has a crush on you, and what had just been said wasn't exactly healthy for his situation.

Giving a shy smile, he turned the TV on and handed you the remote control to choose something worthy enough of watching during that time of the year. A Christmas themed romcom was just starting, so you decided on watching it, focusing completely. Or it seemed like you were: the man was trying so hard not to wrap his arm around you, who wanted to lay your head on his shoulder so bad.

And why don’t they just do it? Because they do not know the other reciprocates their feelings. Dumb? Yes. What if they get rejected and lose the other’s friendship? It is a no no.

You felt like you were building the courage to rest your body on him, but he got up in the wrong moment, asking if you wanted cake, talking about all the process he went to make it. Externally, you smiled and said “sure”. Mentally, you cursed.

When he came back to the living room, his hands were full with two plates of chocolate cake and a bottle of sparkling wine. After helping him, you were again seated beside each other, trying to fill your minds with something other than the warmth the other was giving away, which was proved incredibly hard for him, since he could not not pay attention on her giggles every time the main couple on the TV did something cute, she kept biting her lips to fight the urge to smile wide, and he did the same because she was so cute while watching romance things — there was a reason why he never got tired of watching k-dramas along with her.

— Hwa… Hwa! — he got out of his own in-love trance after hearing the cause of it calling him. — It’s almost midnight already!

— Is it? What time is it?

— Three minutes to midnight. Come with me.

— What? Where?

You smiled and took his hands. It was now or never. I don’t care if he rejects me, I need him to know my feelings, it’s my new year resolution. You opened the glass door that gave way to the balcony and pushed Seonghwa gently on the side grid.

— Y/N, what are you doing?

— Just wait, okay?

He nodded, hugging you and rubbing your back when he saw you shivering because of the cold. Maybe skinship was not that strong on your relationship, however both of you were okay with it, you kind of wished it would happen often, so every time you touched hands or shared a hug felt like you had ascended to heaven. Your heart felt lighter and you could not help your big smile.

— Too cold? — Seonghwa questioned in a low voice, still rubbing your back with his delicate, big hands. — Should we go back inside.

— A little, but no. I have something to say.

From the TV inside the apartment, you heard a commercial initiating the countdown.

“10, 9, 8…”

You took the man’s hands, holding and caressing them like they were made of crystal. He smiled, not thinking too much of it, just appreciating the physical contact his crush was giving him.

Now or never. Now or never. Now or never!

— I like you, Hwa! Please, accept my feelings.

“7, 6, 5…”

He said nothing, too shocked to form words. Nevertheless, you kept going:

— I’m going to kiss you now. You can push me away if you want.

“4, 3…”

— Would never dare. — He breathed out the three words and cupped your face.

“2, 1… Happy new year!”

You took a step forward, gently tugging on his neck so your lips could meet in the most desired kiss in the past months. Your lips fit his plump and pinkish ones perfectly, as it was meant to be. His mouth tasted sweet, both from the cake and the sparkling wine. His hands held your face fearing it was a dream. Fireworks exploded in the sky, as it did in your stomachs.

However, you broke the kiss to hide your face on Seonghwa’s shoulder, and not knowing what happened, he hugged and asked loud enough to be heard:

— What’s wrong? Did I do something you didn’t like?

— I don’t like fireworks. Too loud!

Without wasting more time, he took you back inside and closed the balcony door. Leaving you on the couch, Seonghwa went to the kitchen and got the other bottle of sparkling wine, opening it without making a mess, and the Pringles and chocolate you had brought. He put those things on top of the center table and filled your glasses, proposing a toast in the name of the new year.

— It brought me love already, so I just want peace, health and success for the world.

— Cheers! — You lifted your glass happily, but got scared by another loud firework.

Chuckling, he sat beside you and finally cuddled your body on his.

— No need to be scared, I’m here to protect you now.

— My hero — you joked, sipping your gold alcoholic drink to hide your nervousness. He kissed me because he likes me too, right? He said he would never dare to push me away, so it is reciprocated, right?

Interrupting your thoughts, Seonghwa pecked your lips, cupping your face and pulling away before you could even notice.

— I didn’t say it outside, but I like you too, and if you want the first change of the year… I can be it for you.

Was it really happening?

— Pinch me first. — Giggling, he pinched and kissed your cheek. — Definitely real. I want it.

— Happy new year, Hwa.

— Happy new year, dear.

And this was how they spent the night: drinking sparkling wine and mixing Pringles, chocolate and cake, stealing quick shy salty and sweet pecks from each other. Finally, two lonely hearts met and began to beat in sync.

- [happy new year] -

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[justthehiddleswrites]

Unexpected Delivery | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary:  You are 37 weeks pregnant when Tom books a vacation to a secluded cabin in the mountains of Scotland. You are assured you won't go into labor while gone but after an intimate moment with Tom, your water breaks. You are snowed in and the ambulance won't get there in time. Tom must now deliver the baby.

Warnings: implied smut, labor and giving birth

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“Honey, we could have just stayed at a nice posh hotel in London,” you grumbled as you attempted to get out of the car, “You know in civilization.”

Tom hustled around to help you out. At 37 weeks pregnant, you weren’t as spry as normal.

“Come on, darling. Where is your sense of adventure?” He threw you one of his lady killer smiles.

“Being sat on by your child along with my bladder, that’s were. I swear she is all limbs just like her father.”

Tom chuckled and helped you across the short path and up the stairs to the cabin. He leaned over so his head was next to your swollen stomach.

“Listen in there, be nice to your mother. She is working hard to keep you safe. And she has had to do it without your dad.”

This trip had been all Tom’s idea. For most of the pregnancy, Tom had been away filming in Thailand. This was not the first time Tom had been away for big events. Your sister’s wedding. Graduations and important work events. But having to attend ultrasounds and midwife appointments on your own hit you hard. Pregnancy hormones only made it worse. You spent many nights crying into the phone to Tom and him reassuring you everything was fine and he would be there when it mattered.

It had been near Christmas when shooting finally wrapped. Tom had insisted on a baby moon before your due date. By then flying was off the table, so you two needed to pick somewhere within driving distance. You had suggested a posh hotel in London with a spa where you could be pampered. Tom, afraid of paparazzi, invading this precious time, chose a secluded cabin in Scotland.

“Are you sure we won’t get stuck up here?” you worried as a light dusting of snow started to cover the landscape. The doctor assured both of you at the last visit this baby wasn’t coming for at least two weeks, with your family’s history of overdue babies. But it did not make you worry any less. The nearest hospital was over an hour away. You did not want to have this baby in the mountains.

Tom kissed your forehead as he opened the front door.

“I checked the forecast, and only light snow. You have nothing to fear.”

You gave a weak smile, not convinced as you looked back and saw the snow beginning to cover the car.

About an hour later, Tom got a fire burning and a kettle going on the stove. The cabin was cozy. You shed your layers as you got inside. You were your own portable space heater these days. Tom brought over hot chocolate for you and hot tea for himself as the two of you settled underneath a thick quilt on the couch. You let out a sigh.

“It is cozy.”

“I’m glad you enjoy it. It’s not enough to make up for these past nine months, but now that filming is over, I intend to focus all my attention on you and this precious cargo.”

Tom rubbed his hand over your belly. You smiled and then winced as your stomach tightened.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

You rubbed the back of Tom’s hand.

“Just Braxton Hicks. They have getting worse over the last few weeks.”

Tom moved his hands to your shoulders and began to massage your tight shoulders. You let your head sink to your chest.

“That feels fantastic.”

Tom continued to work on the knots and move his hands to your back, kneading the space between your shoulder blades. You let a groan out.

“Darling, if you kept making such obscene noises, I will not be able to keep my hands to myself.”

Tom’s hands wandered to the front of your shirt, where he cupped your ample breasts. You let a chuckle go.

“Isn’t that what got us in this mess in the first place?”

Tom laughed as he turned you to take you into a deep embrace. His lips were soft but urgent. Both of your hands flew to his neck and hair, pulling him closer and deeper. God, you had missed him! Tom lowered you to the couch with a gentle hand, placing you on your side. However, you sat up and grabbed Tom’s arm.

“What?” he questioned as you tugged on him to follow.

“Honey, I am too big to have sex with you on a sofa. I saw a nice, big, and cozy king sized bed. Let’s do this right.”

Tom’s face lit up, and he grabbed both of your hands and dragged you to the bedroom. He had missed you as well! And his libido felt it too! The two of you didn’t even bother to shut the door before getting down to business.

***

After your lovemaking, the two of you fell asleep. You woke first and headed to the kitchen. The Braxton Hicks continued, and you winced with each contraction. Grabbing a coffee mug, you doubled over in pain, the mug crashing to the floor shattering.

“Tom!”

Your husband ran at the tone of your voice. He was panting as he found you on the floor. It was only then you noticed the wetness between your legs.

“Tom! My water broke. This baby is coming!” you panicked.

Tom’s eyes widened as he ran his hands through his hair. Still groggy from his slumber, he was trying to process everything happening. Shirtless, he rushed to the front door to start the car. The bitter cold hit his skin like needles and it dismayed him to see several feet of snow buried the car. There was no way he could dig it out in time!

“Tom!” you screamed as the contractions became more painful. “What is going on?”

“We’re snowed in!”

“WHAT?!”

“I’m sorry, darling. I will call an ambulance.” Tom replied, a shake in his voice.

By some miracle, he had reception. He dialed emergency and explained the situation. He gave them the address of the cabin. They told him to stay on the line until the paramedics could get there. Tom ran over to where you still lying on the ground. He helped you up to the armchair in the living area. You started to scream.

“Tom, I don’t think the baby can wait for an ambulance. She is ready to make her appearance sooner rather than later.”

You began to breathe like you learned in your birthing classes. Tom started yelling at the person on the phone in a panic.

“What do I do?!”

Tom listened intently to the voice on the line with a stern look on his face, nodding along with the instructions. He put the phone down and began to gather supplies: towels and blankets. He put the kettle on the stove and began boiling some water.

“Done. Now what?”

The color drained from Tom’s face as the operator told him the next step. He gulped and headed towards you.

He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it. Sweat beaded across your forehead and the pain kept you from saying too much. Another contraction hit and you screamed.

“AAAHHHH!” you squeezed Tom’s hand hard and his knees buckled for a moment.

As the contraction subsided, Tom attempted to extract his hand from your grip but you just held on tighter. He placed his other hand on top of yours.

“I have to check your progress,” you looked at him in disbelief as you released his hand, “But not to worry, I’m a doctor.”

“That was for a movie, you idiot! I don’t want Dr. Laing to deliver this baby.”

His joke fell flat, and he refrained telling anymore for the rest of your labor. He pulled up your skirt and checked on your dilation. When his face came back into view, he looked ashen. He picked up the phone.

“The baby is crowning.”

You panicked.

“What?!” You felt a new sensation, “Tom! I want to push!”

Tom threw the phone down and returned to you.

“Not yet darling. No jokes. You are having this baby now. I will coach you through it. But you have to wait until I tell you push.”

You nodded your head. Tom placed a towel underneath your legs and grabbed some blankets to put beside him. You felt a contraction coming.

“All right, Y/N, Push!!”

You bore down and grunted.

“Three… Four…. doing great… Eight… Nine…”

At ten, you relaxed.

“Doing wonderfully,” Tom reassured as he massaged your knee. You felt another contraction coming on, “Here we go again. Push!”

You began to push again. Tom continued to encourage you. This continued for about three contractions. Tom looked up at you.

“All right, love. This last one should do it. I need to you push as hard as you can. You know you are tired, but you.. can.. do.. this.”

He looked up with his blue eyes filled with tears, pleading you to be strong for not just him but for your daughter you were about to meet. You nodded your head as you felt the contraction begin.

“PUSH!”

You pushed with all your might and before long you felt a release and moments later, you heard the cries of a baby. Tom worked to wrap the baby and placed her on your chest. The tears pricking his eyes.

“You did it! She is here. Meet our daughter.”

You started crying as you stared down at the tiny being you just gave birth to.

“She’s perfect,” you whispered as you kissed Tom softly on the lips.

“Just like her mother.” Tom beamed, “And I believe her name is going be…”

“Evelyn Rose.”

Tom seemed shocked.

“I thought you didn’t like the name Evelyn.”

“I changed my mind. Pregnant woman’s prerogative.”

Tom chuckled.

“Very well. Little Miss Evelyn Rose Hiddleston, welcome to the world.”

The two of you cooed over the baby until the paramedics showed up about twenty minutes later. They rushed to take care of you and the baby as they shuffled Tom to the perimeter. They transported all three of you to the hospital. Once you settled into a room, Tom joined you. You smiled at him.

“Hey.”

“Hey. This has been some day.”

You smiled.

“Now come on, where is your sense of adventure?”

Tom laughed.

“On the floor of that cabin when I delivered my daughter.”

“Oh, but think of the story.”

Tom winced. The papers would have a field day.

“True, but I was worried about you and Little Miss Evelyn here.”

He pointed to bassinet beside your bed where your child was sleeping for the moment.

“Well next time, let me pick where we stay and I will forgive you.”

The two of you laughed and Tom climbed into your bed to embrace you. Just as he settled Evelyn stirred and began to cry.

“Welcome to parenthood,” you said to Tom as you handed him a bottle, “Dad.”

Tom couldn’t argue that.

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[snusbandxknifewife]

How We Got Here/Where We’re Going

Hello yes hi! I am proud to introduce my gift for the lovely and amazing Tess, @clockworkgraystairs ! This started out as a wedding fic, but I couldn’t get it to work right until I was giving @wanderingpages her regularly scheduled Mayari update and saw her asynchronous pregnancy au and was like “!!!!!Holy shit that’s it.” So, without much further ado, I present the beginning of “How We Got Here/Where We’re Going”, an all human, modern au where Cardan and Jude have been a thing since college, ended up getting pregnant and having a daughter and marrying in their late 20s. Now it’s their honeymoon and they’re looking backwards at their past and forward towards their future.

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Outside, fluffy grey clouds hung over a soft blanket of snow, masking any sound that might’ve accompanied the rising of the sun. Her bed was soft, her sheets warm, her room quiet. Jude couldn’t quite figure out what woke her up. Then, as she stretched out, her fingers hungrily searching as she fought sleep, she realized what it was: Cardan was missing.

Sitting up, her eyes bleary and drool dried on her cheek, she pouted. When she remembered that she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on—and that, plus a snowy log cabin, makes for freezing nips—she grumbled and burrowed back into the comforter.

Oh to have been a fly on the wall in the little cabin bedroom as Jude Greenbriar tumbled around in her nest of blankets, dragging them with her to grab underwear and pajamas and socks and fighting to avoid any cold air as she dressed. Cussing and tripping as she went, Jude scowled into nothing and cursed her fiancé—

Wait. Husband. It’s husband now.

—she cursed her husband for abandoning her to the elements and taking his space heater of a body with him when he went.

Jude wrapped herself up in her ball of bedding and went out the door, now awake enough to listen for movement in the small cabin. A pot clanged from the downstairs kitchen and her husband yelped and she smirked.

That’s what you get, loser.

As Jude walked down the stairs, she couldn’t miss the chaos of the living room. Most of their suitcases were still packed up and set by the fireplace, their skis and snow jackets barely made it in the door, and their wedding clothes were strewn haphazardly across the sofa. She was honestly impressed that they’d made it inside the house.

Just as she made it to the bottom of the stairs and headed towards the sofa to run her hand over her wedding dress, she heard something that made her stop.

“—And how should I know? Honestly Nic I’m not even sure how to bring it up to her,” Cardan sighed from within the kitchen, bustling around like he was making breakfast. “I think it might be good for us. Still, with how everything went when we had Faye, I don’t want to pressure her.”

She couldn’t help but frown in concern as her mind flitted back through everything she could remember about their first daughter and her pregnancy. From the confusion of her missed period to the worry as they waited on the test to the way Cardan’s eyes had lit up when the Ob/Gyn told them they were having a little girl.

What on earth would Nicasia be talking to him about?

Jude tried to tell herself that it was obvious, Nicasia was only days away from popping, and her pregnancy had been a bit of a nightmare. Maybe she was just nervous? But, then again, why ask Cardan about giving birth? Jude had been the one who carried Faye and, far more importantly, Nicasia’s own wife, Taryn, had already had a child herself.

Completely ignoring the fact that calling a man away from his wife on his honeymoon was probably in poor taste, but she digressed.

She kept herself as still as possible, angling her head so she could hear better.

“Yes, I know that, Nic,” he let out a little frustrated laugh, and Jude could just picture the way he would be pinching the bridge of his nose. “But Faye will be starting school soon and that’ll be a circus in it of itself, never mind adding on the stress that this would.”

He went quiet again and Jude crept back towards the stairs, hoping he wouldn’t walk through the kitchen door and catch her spying.

“I know you and Taryn want the little man to have a friend, but you remember how tough it was for Jude our first go round.”

Oh.

Jude’s hand flew to her belly and she had to jump to catch the falling blankets before they made a sound and alerted her new husband.

So she wasn’t the only one who was getting suggestions about expanding the family.

It made sense, everyone had been talking to Jude about the idea as the wedding had gotten closer. Oriana had been completely starry eyed ever since Taryn’s firstborn, Rosemary, had graced them with her presence. In fact, their stepmother had barely batted an eyelash at Jude’s worries when she’d fallen pregnant during college, she was far too excited at the idea of another grand baby. Madoc had gotten past the shock and the disdain for Cardan enough to be hounding them for a grandson. Taryn thought having cousins the same age made for perfect best friends. It was a mess.

Sure, Nicasia being pregnant had bought them a little respite, but she could go into labor literally any minute, so there went that.

Jude rolled her eyes and began loudly making her way down the stairs again, giving her husband fair warning this time as she walked through the living room and towards the kitchen.

“Hold on, here she comes,” he whispered, low enough that he likely thought she couldn’t hear. Then, she hit the kitchen door with her mobile blanket fort and he spun around with a: “hey Hot Mama!”

“Stop calling me that, you dork,” she made a face, instantly regretting her decision not to sneak up and scare him.

He’s stood there by the stove, wearing nothing but his low-slung flannel pajama pants and grinning at her like an idiot as he leaned back against the counter. She refused to let her sneer fall, only growing more annoyed at how he could walk around half naked in such a freezing house.

“Huh?” He must’ve forgotten he was talking to Nicasia because he seemed surprised when she began speaking on the other end of the phone. “Oh, yeah, Jude’s finally awake. Y’know I kept her up last night, heyo.”

Jude let out a disgusted groan and he just started to laugh, giving her an exaggerated wink and thrusting his hips forward in a way that absolutely did not put butterflies in her stomach, thank you very much.

He tilted his head, listening to Nicasia for a moment before finally giving up. “Here I’ll put her on speaker.”

“Hey Nic!” Jude smiled, finally dropping her pretenses and walking over to give Cardan a big, blankety hug and morning kiss. “How did Faye do last night?”

“She was great! Didn’t get up until about seven this morning. Of course the little man already had me up, fuckin’ kid always sitting on my bladder,” Nicasia griped through the phone and Jude snorted. “I don’t know how you and Taryn both did this it sucks.”

“Yeah, but the payoff is really cute,” she shrugged, leaning her head against Cardan’s collarbone. “Especially when they have your nose or your eyes or they start saying how much they love their Mommy.”

“Is Rosemary ready for baby?” Cardan asked as he wrapped his arm around his blanket bundle of a wife.

“You know how she gets, she’s super attached to her moms. Well have to see once Taryn and I actually bring him home.”

“I’m sure she’ll be a great big sister, she’s always been wonderful to Faye,” Jude offered, smiling as her husband pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “She was very sweet when Faye was a baby.”

“She was three then. Seven-year-olds have much bigger personalities.” Nicasia sounded exhausted, more exhausted than a normal pregnant person would be and Jude worried at her lip.

While they hadn’t always been the closest, she and Nicasia had grown into a really solid friendship ever since the other woman had begun dating Jude’s sister, and she didn’t like to see her struggling. Nic had been a huge help in Jude’s own life and relationship, she’d been an amazing friend to Cardan, she didn’t deserve anything but the best, happiest transition to a family of four.

“Well she takes after her mother.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Jackass?” Nicasia laughed at Cardan, her voice sounding like the tension broke a little.

Jude opened her mouth to give some word of advice or make some statement about how sure she was that it would be ok, but got cut off by the sound of commotion on the other end of the phone.

“What? Oh, yes Faerie-Faye it’s Mommy and Daddy,” Nic said, sounding far away from the phone. “Of course you can darling, here you go.”

Jude’s heart swelled and tears unexpectedly pricked at the back of her eyes as their daughter fumbled with the phone. She felt guilty, having forgotten for a moment that they were on their honeymoon without Faye. It was their first trip alone since her birth, and they’d both been on pins and needles when they’d said goodbye to her at the reception hall last night.

“Mommy?” Faye’s voice, tiny and soft like the twinkling of a wind chime, came through the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey little elf! How are you? Mommy misses you so much,” she gushed, reaching out and taking the phone from her husband in a mindless attempt to feel physically closer to her daughter. “Have you been good for Aunty Taryn and Aunt Nicky?”

Jude listened attentively as her four-year-old prattled on about everything she’d done since she left the reception hall with her aunts and cousin last night. To hear her tell it, Faye had had a great time. While it made her happy, Jude also found herself a little sad at the idea that her baby girl was doing so well without mom.

“And Daddy, Aunt Nicky let me touch her tummy when baby cousin kicked!”

“Were you gentle, Princess?” Cardan asked. He always called their daughter Princess, had since the first moment he’d held her in his arms. “Remember what we’ve said about soft hands.”

“Yes Daddy I used soft hands and nice words!”

“That’s my girl,” he said, that proud grin he always got whenever Faye listened to them plastering itself across his face.

The phone fell away and they heard some distant talking before their daughter was back on.

“Ok Mommy and Daddy, Rosemary is awake and we’re playing Rome. I love you, bye-bye!”

And she was gone before either of them could say another word, likely dropping her Aunt’s phone on the floor, if history could serve as a teacher. Jude tried not to let it hurt too much, she knew how seriously Faye took Rome—her word for the pretend gladiator-style tournaments her and her cousin put on. On any other day she’d be slightly smug at how well her kid swung a sword, but today she was away from her daughter and it really sucked.

“Sorry about that, I’ll make sure she stays on longer tonight,” Nicasia promised before either of them said anything. “But you know gladiator is a serious time in our house.”

“Oh to be sure. My wife is raising a little killer.”

“Looks like it runs in the family,” she laughed back. “Listen I’ll let you to go do gross honeymoon shit. Love you both, I’ll let you know if baby boy makes an early appearance.”

“Love you too, tell Faye we love her,” Cardan said, taking his phone back when she ended the call.

And, just that quickly, the little cabin in the snow-laden forest was silent again. Jude in her mountain of covers looked up at her new husband, her pout from earlier back as she tried not to cry.

“Awe, don’t do that to me Mama Bear; you know she misses you,” he frowned, pulling her close and kissing her temple.

“She’s my baby Cardan,” Jude whined, her voice muffled against his chest. “When did Rome become more important than Mommy?”

He scoffed, gathering her and her extra padding and setting the whole pile atop the kitchen island. “Rome is not more important than Mommy, you know that.”

“Rome sure sounded more important than Mommy.”

He turned his back with a roll of his eyes, reaching for the coffee that he must’ve been brewing before she woke up. She stopped her pouting long enough to take in the sight: Cardan’s messy black hair, his low-slung pants, the blatantly obvious fingernail marks carved up his back from last night. It was certainly a sight for sore eyes; it’s not every day you can wake up to something like that when you’ve got a toddler in tow.

“When you’re done ogling, would you like a cup?” He looked over his shoulder quickly, catching her in the act. His eyes twinkled so bright and full of mischief she didn’t even feel bad about being caught, she just smirked at him as she nodded.

Jude looked outside and saw that the heavy grey clouds had given up the fight and large, fluffy snowflakes were falling, bathing the world in yet another layer of snow.

“I hope Nic doesn’t go into labor early, we may be stuck here if the snow doesn’t stop,” she observed, suddenly quiet as she took the cup from his outstretched hand and brought it to her face, soaking in the warmth.

Cardan followed her gaze as he leaned back against his own counter, sipping from her Mrs mug that Liliver had gotten her as a joke. He looked pleasantly tired, not wired like he’d been after an all nighter in college or exhausted the way he was when Faye’d had a bad night as an infant. He looked like he was fit to curl up in bed with a book and be lazy all day, content with his place in the world.

It was a good look on him.

“She told me earlier that her doctor said she was only at 1.5 centimeters, she should make it to her due date.”

“I didn’t.”

“Well you were full of surprises with Faye’s pregnancy,” he mock-glared at her and she chuckled into her drink, remembering the look on his face when she’d told him her water had broken in her final.

Then his words hit her and her smile fell as she remembered what she’d overheard him saying to Nicasia. Cardan, well tuned in to her body language after so many years, noticed instantly.

“What?”

What good is spying if you narc on yourself?

She sighed and stared into her mug, trying to figure out the words as he watched her, worried something was wrong. Then, finally, “I overheard you talking with Nic about my pregnancy with Faye.”

“How much did you hear?”

“Just the end, you talking about how tough it was, how you didn’t want to pressure me,” she admitted, continuing before he could respond. “I don’t want you to think you’re pressuring me I know we’ve talked about it and I—“

“Woah, woah, woah, calm it down Hot Mama let me explain,” he cut her off, taking her cup from her hands and setting it down in the counter so he could hold her. “That conversation wasn’t about the pregnancy, just the timing.”

“What?”

He sighed, his jaw working like it always does when he’s a little frustrated. “Nic called right after I got a text from my brother. I should’ve talked to you first but the timing just worked out weird.”

“From Balekin?” She crinkled her nose in a frown that she knew he found adorable. “What could he possibly want? He knows he literally missed our wedding, right? The wedding that was yesterday.”

She cursed herself internally as she saw his little wince. She shouldn’t have said it so harshly, it just pissed her off that the man who raised her husband would refuse to be there when they got married.

“No, from Dain,” Cardan said, stopping her thoughts right in their track. “It’s about the company. Rhyia is apparently sick of being CFO, wants a peace of the trust fund baby action like me.”

She couldn’t help but grind her teeth at that, remembering that glorious fight all those years ago at his family’s mansion when he’d announced their pregnancy.

“So what do you have to do with it?”

“Dain wants to keep it in the family,” he chewed at his bottom lip. “Remembers I was in for business and you were in for finance. Thinks we could make a go of it together.”

“Oh so now you’re family,” she laughed angrily, her blood already boiling again after four years of avoiding the subject. “You weren’t family when you were a defenseless kid and you weren’t family when we were pregnant and fucking panicking but now he needs something—“

She broke off with a huff, flexing her fists and aching for her punching bag back home in their basement. It really wouldn’t do getting this riled up, it hadn’t helped them before and it wouldn’t help them now.

“Cool it, Supervillain, I see that look in your eyes,” he chuckled, forcing his hands under the blankets so he could grab her by the hips.

“I’m not a supervillain,” she grumbled.

“You’re my supervillain,” he cooed back, leaning forward to press soft little butterfly kisses to her jawline. “My sexy little supervillain Hot Mama.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

She decided not to answer as he continued kissing down the line of her throat, his breath hot over her pulse and his lips soft against her chapped skin.

Jude couldn’t help the way she tilted her chin up, the little grin that graced her face as her eyes fluttered closed. She missed moments like these, times when they could be overly affectionate without having to worry about the baby seeing and yelling about how gross it was.

He pulled away and her eyes shot back open, ready to complain until she saw the look on his face. He was troubled, almost apprehensive.

“I was honestly thinking about agreeing,” he admitted before she could ask what was wrong.

Her brain short circuited for a moment, too distracted by his kisses to remember what they had been talking about. When she finally connected the dots, she frowned. “But you bought out of the company years ago, babe. Why go back to the headache?”

“A higher paying job,” he sighed, stepping away to run his hands through his messy hair and lean against the counter again. “I don’t like the idea of charging your sister more for my help, but I still want to make sure we have a secure future.”

“Baby, I know our finances. We are fine.” She took a sip of her coffee. “Even without my paycheck.”

“Still, I’d rather be safe. Plus Faye will be going to school next year and I’ll have all that extra time on my hands,” he looked away from her, chewing at the inside of his lip as he watched the snow fall. “We’d be able to really change how we live if we took this job. A better house, vacations, secure college fund for the kids.”

Jude studied Cardan, her eyes roving over his midnight black curls, down his ears—which used to be stretched—across the tattoo of her and Faye’s birthdates at his wrist, and she smiled. He’d changed so much since they first met, given up a lot of his more daring, self-destructive ways to provide for her and their family. He’d stepped up when she needed him to, he’d stepped up in a way that no man in his family ever did for him. She was proud.

“I thought kids is what you’d been discussing with Nic.”

His eyes shot back to her, but his head didn’t turn. She was quiet, almost nervous as she said it. They’d talked about maybe one day having more kids, mentioned it the same way one might say they wanted to hike the Appalachian trail some day.

But it had been so scary with Faye, so hard figuring out how to become parents, how to maintain their relationship and build a home, all while they were just barely adults. The pregnancy had been tough and full of shock, the family had been kind of a mess on both sides. It was just a disaster from the word go.

Still, Jude remembered how Cardan looked when he first saw that positive pregnancy test all those years ago. She remembered how he used to love waking up at night to feed the baby, called it his special Daddy-Daughter Time. She saw the way he still held one of Faye’s sonograms in his wallet every time she took her birth control.

“Did you now?” Cardan barely sounded like he was breathing.

She nodded. “I heard Nicasia giving you the same guilt trip Taryn gives me about cousins.”

“They do seem to think that baby boy should have a friend.” His face didn’t give anything away. He was, for the first time in years, so carefully blank around her.

“What do you think?”

The air, still frigid enough to keep Jude wrapped up in her nest, seemed charged with electricity as Cardan finally turned his head back to face his wife. If she’d gazed upon him with an untrained eye, she would’ve thought he looked like the picture of cruelty, an evil sneer pulling at his lips as he studied her through lidded eyes.

But Jude’s gaze wasn’t untrained, she knew her husband. And, so, she knew that the man in front of her was absolutely terrified as he said: “I think there might be some merit to the idea.”

He took a long sip of his coffee to hide his smile as Jude worried at her deformed ring finger.

“You?”

Well, here goes nothing

“I was thinking about stopping my birth control,” she quietly said, trying not to let her heart leap at the slight quirk of his brows. “Maybe not actively trying but, y’know, also not actively preventing.”

As soon as the words were out, she felt kind of panicked. Up until that point, everything they’d done—moving in after they got pregnant, getting engaged, marrying—had felt kind of inevitable. But having a second baby wasn’t necessarily a foregone conclusion. Talking about it felt nerve-wracking, like they were actually moving to make their family a reality.

“You want a kid with me?” Cardan sounded kind of awed, his jaw a little slack as he watched her.

“I have a kid with you, babe.”

“No,” he held a hand up. “No it was different with Faye. She wasn’t planned, she just happened and we figured out how to make it work.”

He set his drink down and once again crossed the distance between them, digging in to her cocoon as he pressed his forehead to hers.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love Faye with all my heart, she’s the best thing that’s happened to me,” he continued. “But the idea that you’d be more than ok with, that you’d literally want a child with me—“

“Does it shock you?”

He let out a small laugh, shaking his head as if to clear it before gazing up at her with love in his eyes. “Yes, Jude Greenbriar. Yes it does.”

“Well it shouldn’t,” she snorted. “I carried a little you once before and she turned out pretty damn cute.”

“I think I’m going to need to hear you actually say it.”

She laughed, her head thrown back as the sound filled the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around Cardan and kissed his temple, holding him close and thanking the gods that they’d made it to that point.

“You need to hear me say what?” Jude teased, her grin contagious as Cardan looked up at her.

“Jude, my darling my dear, my sexy little Hot Mama,” he started, dutifully ignoring how she dramatically protested at the nickname, “I need to hear you say that you want to have my child.”

Jude leaned forward, taking in the soft, earthy scent of him with a mischievous smile.

“Cardan, my love my sweet, my amazing sexy husband,” she imitated him, tilting her head to drag her teeth across his jaw.

He leaned back, giving her the room to slide off the kitchen counter and into his arms. The blankets fell off her shoulders, exposing her to the cool air as she pressed herself against him, already feeling just how desperately he wanted her.

She let her hands wander the expanse of his chest, her fingers ghosting over his skin until she could reach around to the nail marks on his back. With a smile, she traced them, remembering how he’d earned those scrapes when he spread her legs open on the floor last night after they’d given up on making it to the couch.

Cardan grabbed her by the hip, sliding one of his knees between her thighs and locking his eyes with hers as he waited with bated breath for her to finish.

Jude, not one to deny herself a good time, let the strap of her pajama shirt fall off her shoulder as she bit her bottom lip, leaned forward, and whispered--

“Put a baby in me.”

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A/N: Ok so a few things, one the tumblr app wouldn’t let me copy and paste all the story on mobile so I had to retype some online so I’m sorry if the format fucked up. Also I have a bunch of ideas for these kids so if you want to see any more of this AU, feel free to send in requests! Happy holidays @clockworkgraystairs , I hope you enjoy cute Parent!Jurdan doing cute adult shit!

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i hate that i didn't say hi in that last request. HI hazel what do you think about!! "MY MOM KNITTED YOU A JUMPER" for malum? that sounds like the malum i love!! love u <3

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Ficmas Day 4

Rating: General Audiences

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Christmas in London is very different from Christmas in Australia.  For one thing, there’s snow on the ground.  It’s not much, tramped over by boots and mixed with the dirt to create sludge along the streets, but it’s still present on the ground.  For another thing, it’s cold.  Australian temperatures can dip down in winter, but by December it’s warm again, summer sun heating skin from the moment you step outside.  It’s strange to be at the end of December and have to put on a coat outside.  It’s also a little colder than Australia ever gets, and Michael finds himself seeking out blankets inside the house and shoving beanies over his hair before he sets foot outside.

It’s also different because Liz is the only parent around.  All of them had to barter extensively with their parents to convince them to even let them come to London, and once they realized they probably wouldn’t have Christmas together it prompted a new flurry of discussions about the exact timeline of the move.  In the end, professional interest won out over familial traditions, and Michael isn’t upset about heading to London early, but he’s careful not to mention the ache of loneliness in his stomach when he calls home.

He’s not really lonely.  He has Calum, Luke, and Ashton, and Liz ensures that they all eat actual meals and get enough sleep and always have someone to turn to when they need a motherly hug.  They have a little fake tree with some lights and generic ornaments on it, and Liz has been snatching packages as soon as the post delivers them, shifty about the contents inside.  Michael isn’t worried about gifts, because being in London is his Christmas present, and it’s kind of nice to get the full Northern-Hemisphere-Winter-Experience shown in all of the movies.

It would be worse if he didn’t have Calum.  It would be worse if he didn’t have all of them, but Calum has always felt like home in a way that few other people ever will.  He’s been Michael’s best friend through thick and through thin, and he’s the one who brought Luke into their life and who’s agreement to do the band kick-started their process.  Michael can always count on him to cheer him up on bad days and share his happiness on good ones, and living in London is a lot like an extension of the sleepovers they’ve been having since before they hit double-digits.  The biggest difference is that they’re in separate beds rather than piled sleeping bags on the floor.

On Christmas Eve, Michael wakes up late and spends a long time laying in his bed, debating whether he should bother getting up or let himself melt into his mattress.  Luke and Liz had plans for the day that they had suggested dragging everyone else along for, but Luke’s bed is empty and Michael can’t hear other activity in the house, so they probably left already.  Michael doesn’t mind.  He’s been tramping around London a lot lately, and a day to recharge is fine with him.

When his stomach finally growls, he heaves himself out of bed, throwing back the covers and shivering at the change in air temperature.  He needs socks.  He needs long sleeves.  It's winter in England, and that is not conducive to getting out of bed right now.

He manages to find socks that smell clean and a t-shirt that seems passable.  Hunger pushes him towards the kitchen before an acceptable hoodie can be found, but he can always sneak into the other room and steal one of Calum's.  Calum's hoodies tend to be some of the most comfortable, and he guards them carefully.  He always lets Michael keep it on if he's caught wearing one, though, which is more than can be said for the other two.

Calum enters the kitchen once Michael's toast pops.  Michael has an irrational fear that the toaster popping will startle him bad enough to bite the tip of his tongue off, so he's partially thankful that Calum makes his appearance then and distracts him, even if his presence startles him more than the toast ever could.

"I didn't know you were home," he says in answer to Calum's raised eyebrows.

"Liz took Luke and Ashton.  They'll be gone all day."

"Doing what?"

Calum shrugs.  "I think Liz is still getting presents for the family to send for New Years and wanted Luke to help.  Ashton just likes being out of the house."

Ashton is probably trying to find gifts for his own family.  Michael already sent some kitschy souvenirs for his parents, although they haven’t reached Australia yet.  He'll get them something better later, when he actually figures out what they would appreciate.

"Toast?" he offers.

"I'm making noodles," Calum says.

"Can I have some?"

"Yeah, okay."

Michael hums and slumps against him.  Everyone should have a Calum in their lives.  He's a space heater and a chef and a great bassist rolled into one, and he's pretty low maintenance.  Michael only has to give him undying love to get all of the perks.

They keep a comfortable silence while Calum cooks and Michael eats, enjoying existing together rather than filling the air with mindless chit chat.  Michael takes a shower when he finishes his toast, and Calum has the noodles ready when he's done.  After lunch, they migrate to the living room, taking advantage of the empty house to finally play Fifa uninterrupted.  Calum wins more than Michael, but he's not mad about it however much he pretends to be.  Calum is often humble to a fault, so Michael is happy to let him rub these victories in his face.

Calum goes to check the mail while Michael gets more snacks.  He comes back with two packages, one that he distractedly puts on the couch and another that he looks at curiously.  It's bigger than a shoe box, taped together securely over some colorful paper.

"What's that?" Michael asks.

"From my mum," Calum says.  "Your mum sent Liz something."

"What?  What is it?"

"I don't know," Calum says.  "It's a crime to open someone else's mail."

"But it's from my mum."

"Maybe she and Liz gossip about you.  If it's meant for you, you'll get it tomorrow."

Michael pouts.  Calum is, unfortunately, very resistant to his pouting.  He also takes the package and makes Michael put it in Liz's room before Michael can get too curious and start shaking it.  He could still peak, but then he'd have to contend with Calum's disappointed face.  That's not something anyone should have to face on Christmas Eve.

"Michael!" Calum calls from the living room.  "Get out here!"

"Why?"

"Mum sent you something!"

Michael leaves the package on Liz's bed and tramps back to the living room.  Calum grins and holds up a dark blue sweater with two white stripes stretching around it.

"My mum knit you a jumper!"

"For me?" he asks.  Calum nods enthusiastically.

"Put it on," Calum says.  "She wants a picture."

He holds out the jumper, letting Michael slip his hands in the arms and helping him pull it over his head.  It's a little big, spacious and comfortable, and the yarn is soft.  Michael doesn't know the difference between any of the stitches, but they're fun and feel fancy.

"She said she made it big so we can grow into them."

Calum pulls another jumper out, just like Michael's except in green.  When he puts it on, Michael resists the urge to help fix his hair, unruly from the static.

"I can't believe your mum knit me a jumper," Michael says.

"She's going to do one for Luke and Ashton, too, but she wanted to get yours done quickly.  She said you're an ice cube in our winters, so she was worried about how you were handling this one."

Michael feels a rush of affection for Joy Hood.  The entire Hood family is his favorite family besides his own, even without considering the fact that Calum is his favorite person.

Calum snaps a selfie, tilting his phone so they both fit in frame.  Michael presses close, faces centimeters away, and ensures that his grin is bright and happy, trying to push as much gratitude into one picture as possible.  Calum doesn’t step away while he sends it and Michael once again leans against him.

“Tell her I love it,” he says, looping his arms around Calum’s waist.  He slips his hands under the hem of Calum’s shirt and presses them against his stomach, making him squirm and swear.

“Get your icicle hands off me!” he laughs, but Michael has a grip now and doesn’t let him go until they’re tumbling onto the couch in a tangled, giggly mess.

“Still want to play another round?” Calum asks once he catches his breath.  Michael considers it, but he can’t properly cuddle with Calum if he has to hold a game controller, so he shakes his head.

“Movie?” he suggests instead.  Calum shrugs and grabs the remote, shutting down the game and switching the input so they can browse through Netflix.  Michael stretches out and Calum fits himself against him, pulling a blanket from the back of the couch to cover their legs.  It’ll probably get too warm about thirty minutes into whatever they decide to watch, but for now it’s perfect.  Michael tucks himself lower into his sweater and pulls Calum closer to him, savoring every piece of warmth he can get.

#my writing #malum #5sos fanfic #ficmas 2020 #hey did you guys know that I love malum #because I do! #also apologies Taylor I got this out later than I wanted and you might be asleep? or getting ready to sleep? #if so hope you enjoy getting this gift in the morning #fun fact I looked up whether Australia says sweater or jumper #it seems like jumper might be it?