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canadadrye · 3 years

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I saw you were asking for requests, so could you do an Adam Davenport fic where the male or gn(but preferably male) reader gets in an argument with Adam for some dumb reason, and Adam gets all pouty, so reader gives him cuddles and kisses as an apology?

MY BIG IDIOT

adam davenport x GN!reader

request: yep!

note: okay i might have gotten just a bit carried away with writing this one- but it was just so fun!!

warnings: none really except some small fighting over something minimal, and my language ofc

word count: 0.9k

you had finally gotten a moment alone with adam. no chase, no bree, no leo, no one. you decided to spent this time doing the only sensible thing you could think of; watching a bunch of movies and eating piza. you put adam in charge of picking out movies while you called in a pizza for the two of you. you hadn't eaten anything yet because you got incredibly carried away with your work and stuff, so you really needed this. you headed back into the living room to see which movies adam had picked out for you to watch; and you settled on 'captain marvel' as the first one.

flash forward to the end of the first movie, you reach your hand into the pizza box to find nothing. you immediately look up towards adam, and what you see was not what you were wanting to. him with the last slice already 3/4 gone, an absolutely clueless expression drawn on his face. "what? is there something on my face?" he asked you, still not clicking in his mind that you weren't exactly happy with him. "adam, i wanted the last piece! i'm starving and i haven't ate all day!" you guess it came out a bit more aggressive than you intended, because the next thing that came out of his mouth was unexpected. "well gee, i'm sorry i upset you! you know you could at least try telling me these things before you get all angry with me!" you were honestly thrown back by his response, your boyfriend was usually a huge teddybear to everyone other than chase, but especially you. he'd never acted this way around you before and it was really pissing you off. in the heat of the moment, it didn't even cross your mind that it could possibly be your fault for acting hostile towards him in the first place. you didn't even bother responding to him, you just stormed off to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it once in.

about 30 minutes or so had gone by and you were finally ready to confront him. you knew the fight was stupid and you shouldn't have gotten angry at him for something so small in the first place, but at the time it felt so big. you exited the bathroom and headed back to the living room, where you found a pouting adam sitting on the couch. you tried to approach him but when you entered his line of sight he just turned over to the opposite side. so when that didn't work, you just decided to sit down next to him. when you did, he stood up and made his way over to the kitchen and sat down at the bar. words couldn't make their way to your mouth, even if you wanted them to. you had no idea what to say, you hadn't ever gotten into an argument with him like this. you quickly made your way back to the bathroom, washing your face in hopes that some brilliant idea would pop into your brain. alas, that did nothing and you decided you'd just have to apologize the good old fashion way.

"look-" you still kept a bit of distance from him in case he was still upset. "-i'm sorry for the way i acted, okay?" you rubbed the back of your neck, hoping he would understand where you're coming from. "mhm, keep going" he had a sly smirk on his face, like he was getting some form of enjoyment from his. "and i was a complete jerkface-" he rolled his eyes "uh-huh, what else?" his smirk turned into a full smile at this point and it became exceptionally clear to you, he totally was getting enjoyment from this. "-and i'm sorry about being a big idiot, mkay?" he just laughed and shook his head. "well-" he made sure to extend the end of his words extra long, "-i can think of a few ways you could make it up to me" you exhaled out of your nose, shaking your head. "c'mere you dumbass" you knew exactly what he meant when he was talking about 'making it up to him'. "yay!" he exclaimed and pumped his fist up in the air victoriously. you pulled him over to the couch, allowing him to snuggle into you. you placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head, feeling yourself grow a bit drowsy. "you might be a big idiot-" he said sleepily "-but at least you're my big idiot" all you did was hum in return, a light smile on your face before you dozed off.

"you think we should wake them up?" leo asked to the others crowded around the couch. "no! let them sleep, guys" bree whined as she snapped a quick photo on her phone for later blackmail, but admittedly she was really enjoying looking at the passed out couple in front of her. "oh i so want to wake them up!" chase on the other hand, was having a very hard time not ruining the perfect moment. he really wanted to get payback on his brother for the most recent prank that was pulled on him. adam wouldn't admit it, but chase just knew it was him who did it. "he really pulled a good one didn't he?" mrs. davenport said as she passed into the kitchen to get something started for dinner. let's just say you guys woke up to an audience admiring the tooth-rottingly sweet moment in front of them.

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 2 years

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Doctor Who, but Chronologically 18

It’s 1879, 100 years before Ian Drury plays Sheffield, and David Tennant accidentally lands in Victorian Scotland with Rose. Shoutout to the accent coach that helped David Tennant, a man with a natural Scottish accent, put on a bad Scottish accent.

Which means it’s Rose again! And I can sort of see what the fuss is with her now? Starting to, anyway. This episode features an alien symbiote that turns humans into werewolves (well; one werewolf), and it wants to bite Queen Victoria to create a steampunk alternate reality. This is a very strange episode to watch as a person who has written two queer werewolf erotica novels because that is now a term that means something Very Different to me, but that’s an aside, I freely admit.

The point is, I think this is the episode of all so far where the Doctor is having the most fun. In fact, scratch that - where the Doctor is having the most fun exploring history with his companion who is also having an absolute fucking blast. We’ve sort of seen an attempt at this before - Matt Smith and Amy hug in Venice and go “Vampires! Yay!”, but it kind of felt like an empty show-off moment for Rory’s sake (plus he then yelled at Amy to do as she was told in that episode which she meekly did, plus Rory yells at him for making people want to have adventures, so not exactly Fun Times With A Best Mate). There’s a bit of this with Capaldi and Bill, too, but Jesus, you couldn’t ever accuse Capaldi of having fun.

But Tennant and Rose, sweet giddy god they are high on adrenaline through the whole episode and loving it. At the start they meet Queen Victoria.

“Queen Victoria!” Rose says to him excitedly.

“I know!” beams the Doctor.

“Just sitting there!”

“Like a stamp!”

It’s tooth-rottingly cute and charming and yes, I can absolutely see why he likes Rose. They just click with each other. Same wavelength. The only pairing that has been as good as this otherwise is Tennant and Donna.

Leads to a weird end, mind. They get knighted by Queen Vickie One who then promptly banishes them for “not being from my world”, which is certainly about right for the xenophobia of the British royal family, but then she grandly declares that she’s going to set up a Torchwood Institute for extra terrestrial threats WHICH IS ALSO NOT YOUR WORLD YOU DUMB FUCK, WHY ARE YOU BANISHING THEM

Also Vickie One gets bitten by the wolf so the final reveal is that the modern royal family are now werewolves, which makes her the person in the zombie movie who hides a bite AND the person in covid times who refuses to wear a fucking mask AND means Megan From Suits was damn right to leave that cesspit of a family behind.

Anyway, no plot threads resolved, but we do have (presumably) a new Villainous Organisation! The Torchwood Institute, of which Vickie One says the Doctor should beware. Dumb thot. It’s nice that we’re just told what Torchwood is, though. I mean, there are so many hanging plot threads. Wouldn’t it be awful if they’d teased us with the word ‘Torchwood’? Imagine! Thank goodness this is not that world.

Speaking of! The plot threads:

“She” (an unknown person) is returning (perhaps River returned as Missy. Maybe Me?)

There is something on Donna’s back

An entire planet, Pyrovilia, just… disappeared, somehow. (Maybe because the TARDIS is exploding??? Saturnine was also lost, and that WAS because of the TARDIS exploding. The lion man’s planet was also lost but he was a bit of a knob about it if I’m honest.)

Amy is maybe dead (she’s not)

The Doctor has been cubed (he’s out, but how?)

River is possibly blown up (unless she’s Missy)

The TARDIS has blown up (It’s fine now. Except it’s sort of melting now because it’s corrupted, but it’s fine again)

The universe appears to have ended (the universe is back again)

The Doctor has employed(?) Nardole (And Nardole was “reassembled???”)

There’s a vault in the TARDIS and it contains Missy but we don’t know why (sometimes she knocks for the bants)

What has happened to all these companions and where are the new ones coming from?

There’s an immortal Viking girl now. Her name is Me and she’s now looking after the people the Doctor abandons

Who/what is the Half-Faced Man that the Doctor talked about?

Why, when the Doctor saw the ship’s computer set to the Promised Land, did he say “Oh not again”?

What’s With The Silence?

Why was Rory entirely unconcerned by the entire world suddenly going silent when that is Not Normal and should have been, at the very least, extremely disconcerting?

What did the Doctor do to Queen Lizzie One?

Who is Captain Jack Harkness? (Is he the one who gave the companions a warning about the lone cyberman?)

Why is Amy seeing a one-eyed woman in a vanishing window?

What’s with the Doctor’s future involving getting shot by an astronaut?

Is Amy pregnant and why is it inconclusive?

Who is Sarah-Jane Smith?

How is the Doctor Bill’s teacher and why/where does he have an office?

What is going on with the Cyber War and the Cyberium???

Who did the Doctor lose to Cyber Conversion?

What happened with the Other Cyber War?

What happened with the Third War that deleted the void?

Why does Rose seem particularly important?

What’s with the statues you mustn’t blink at?

What order do these Doctors go in? (Ecclestone, Tennant, uncertain.)

Which companion just... forgot the Doctor, and how?

What is the Flux and what did it do?

Who is the mysterious Victorian man who met Yaz?

Yaz and Vinder are about to die as Mori/Mwri/Muuri

There is a Lupari shield around Earth.

What’s a Time War?

What’s the Rift?

What’s Bad Wolf?

What happened with Amy’s pregnancy?

In which war did the Doctor become a war criminal, and how?

Who is the Master?

No new plot threads! Because we know what Torchwood is.

#doctor whom #and yet we are continuing

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admiringlove · 3 years

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Ship your moots

hihi!! so here is my list of me shipping my moots <3 thank you for the ask!

#1. @kuroomiya + mattsukawa issei.

now i genuinely think they'd be amazing together because mel just radiates bad bitch energy?? she's my role model, okay. the way these two would just go back and forth while teasing one another, and just have the best dynamic together blows my mind. ugh, he'd be lucky to have her. just imagine them having the most chill relationship ever. starts off casual, turns into something where they can't be apart from each other even if they tried because their relationship was idiots to lovers, slowburn, 20k angst but fluff at the end.

#2. @sunarent + suna rintarou.

look, it's in mother's username already. you don't even need me to tell you that these people have one of the best relationships ever. she's the wise one, he's the laid back one. they're probably the couple everyone's jealous of when they go out or something. he's the type to come out of a shower in a towel and hold up two shirts and ask what he should wear and she'd give him a detailed report. anyone would kill to be dating alice, she's a queen. this one is somewhat on the range of frenemies to lovers, he's stupid and she knows she likes him but she hates him so she doesn't tell him anything but in the end one of them screams "because i love you" and boom, kiss and makeup.

#3. @tetsvhoe + kuroo tetsurou.

yk what? gwen and kuroo are the happy-go-lucky couple. they're akways teasing each other, being corny with the chemistry jokes that gwen doesn't understand until kuroo explains it to her and then she starts laughing loudly. they're the type of couple who watch over each other and smile to themselves when they see their partner sleep peacefully(even if one of them snores, it's still cute okay). definitely a best friends to lovers type of beat. they're both dumb though. so it's probably gonna take a long time for them to come together. they'll date other people to secretly block out their feelings for their best friend because they "don't wanna ruin the friendship" but in the end, the universe puts doen a card for them. and boom, now you can't pull them away from each other.

#4. @roanniee + tendou satori.

ro is one of the most expressive, caring, protective, wise person i've ever known. she's compassionate, she's there when someone needs her. she's comforting, and to tendou, she feels like home. they're definitely childhood friends or something, and when tendou gets bullied, she throws a stick at the bully's head and beats them up for him. they grow up, they're still best friends. slowly but surely ro realizes she loves him. she's scared so she avoids him. until one day, he confronts her. and he tells her he loves her so he can't lose her. he begs her to tell him if he did something wrong, but she smiles and gives him a peck, saying she loves him too. it took some time(years) for them to tell each other they love one another, but that's okay. everything works out in the end.

#5. @lovemeian + iwaizumi hajime.

now, i know for a fact that lavi is the BIGGEST meian shugo simp. BUT. imagine how cute it would be to watch these two interact. it’s young puppy love for their whole lives. yes they have their lows but they know each other so well that they talk it out and solve it. idiots to lovers, sure, but god it’s amazing when they both find out the two of them love each other. just imagine both of them completely quiet and blushing as they glance at each other every two seconds then laugh a couple minutes later. then they ask each other out for coffee at the same time and laugh some more. it’s tooth-rottingly sweet and it makes me want to believe in true love and soulmates. they’re the type to grow old together and joke about the stupid teenagers they were who couldn’t understand they loved each other and it makes me wanna cry as if it’s a rom-com movie that i’m watching at 3 am with strawberry icecream.

#6. @rindough + fushiguro megumi.

pb and gumi are so sweet together it’s scary. teenage idiots in love, understand each other in a way no one else can, always there for one another, it’s just warm fuzzy happiness. it’s adorable the way they know each other like the back of their hands. definitely a soulmates au, but it’s not like the red string one or where names appear on their wrists. no, it’s where two people are made for one another and it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

#7. @tsukkiangel + miya atsumu.

now i know eris is basically in love with tsukishima but listen. piss hair and miss nurse are gonna be perfect together. she makes up for his stupidity and he makes up for her denseness. he’s more carefree, but she’s more centered. if atsumu is the tornado, then eris is the eye. she’s calm, composed, and atsumu is the total opposite. this is the perfect case of opposites attract(even though most of the times it sucks, but with these two? it’s amazing. you can’t even argue here). they have small bickerings all the time. they probably get called an old married couple by someone random every other day. think of something like school “acquaintances” but they meet each other in college and become friends and then lovers. always liked one another since high school, and now they’re acting on it <3

#8. @aurelius-divus + gojo satoru.

i honestly don’t think anyone else can put gojo satoru in place other than aurelius. they’re the perfect person to just... tease the shit out of him and get away with it. and he will blush. guaranteed. he’s gonna be so flustered when aurelius is done with him. they’re incredible, headstrong, and even though gojo is a bit childish sometimes(aurelius is too, they’re just less childish than satoru and more of the h word) but aurelius will keep him grounded. they’re both bringing almost equal amounts to the table here. everything is balanced, and i’m pretty sure you can’t find a more serious yet fun relationship anywhere else.

i apologize if you’re a moot and i haven’t mentioned you in here :( but this is it for now !!

#shipping my moots!!#this was a lot of fun #???#idk i should become a matchmaker i feel like i did a good job.

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lunchtops · 5 years

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Pairing: Shance (Lance/Shiro, VLD) Rating: T Warnings: Better have dental insurance, I made this one as tooth-rottingly sweet as I could. Summary: In which Lance and Shiro switch things up, and Shiro gets to be the little spoon.

This is the piece I wrote for the @shancesecretsanta2018 exchange! It’s a gift for @veilofemptyspace, who specifically requested cuddling. )The piece they did for their giftee is so cute, oh my gosh).

For those who would rather read it on tumblr:

Lance, despite his constant, heated denial about being ‘the dumb one’, would still, if caught in just the right mood, admit to not being the most observant man in the universe. It wasn’t the worst trait to have, as far as faults go - as Hunk so kindly pointed out, it made planning surprise birthday parties for him much easier - and everyone had to have at least a few flaws.

But that also meant, that when he did notice a seemingly subtle change in someone’s behavior, Lance couldn’t help wondering how long it had taken him to pick up on that change.

So when Shiro seemed to hesitate, before taking his hand at the end of the night before they made their way back to the captain’s quarters, Lance fixated on it like a kid with a shiny new toy. And he noticed other changes, too, now that the first one had caught his attention. Shiro wouldn’t make eye contact with him, as they got ready for bed. He didn’t even bother to try to sneak a glance, when Lance changed into his pajamas. He even seemed a little skittish, almost, when they slid under the sheets together, like they hadn’t been doing exactly that every night for months now.

Lance was still wondering how to ask what was wrong - because Shiro hadn’t done anything, really, it was just a feeling that Lance couldn’t shake - when, thankfully, Shiro brought up the subject on his own.

“Hey, Lance?”

“Hm?” Lance lifted his head, entirely too fast. Just like a nervous rabbit, Shiro retreated, looking away quickly.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he mumbled. The arm wrapped around Lance’s shoulder squeezed him gently.

Lance settled back into his spot, head tucked under Shiro’s chin, where the larger man wouldn’t be able to see him frowning.

“It’s not nothing,” he said, finally, when the uneasy feeling didn’t go away after a few minutes of silent cuddling. It wasn’t a comfortable silence, it was an awkward one, and Shiro’s shoulders felt noticeably tense. “You’ve been off all night.”

Lance felt Shiro’s robot arm move, probably to rub at the back of his neck nervously. “Promise you won’t laugh? I feel kind of weird even asking…”

“Sure,” Lance agreed without question. Sure, don’t laugh was a tall order, but he was so curious about what was eating Shiro up so much, that he probably would have agreed to just about anything, if it meant finding out what it was.

“Do you think…” Shiro hesitated, as if he was trying to figure out the best way to say what he wanted to say. He was still so guarded, even in his own private space, but the fact that he was willing to talk about what was bothering him at all still felt like a step in the right direction. “We could switch places?”

Lance propped himself up on his elbows. Was that really all this was about? “Shiro, are you asking if you can be the little spoon?”

“Well… yeah. Is that okay?”

Lance felt like a weight had lifted from his shoulders. Thank goodness, it was something so simple. “Yeah, of course it’s okay! Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know.I guess I was worried that it might be awkward? I’m so much bigger than you-”

Lance snorted, waving his hand dismissively, “That’s not going to be a problem. You’re never too big to be a little spoon.”

Shiro’s expression softened, into something a little more comfortable, but he still didn’t look completely sure. “And you always…”

Lance’s eyebrows lifted skeptically, “I always…?”

“You always just kind of… make yourself at home, right here.” Shiro pointed to the exact spot on his chest , where Lance’s head would rest, when he slotted himself perfectly under Shiro’s arm. “And you fit there so well, it feels so natural… Why fix what isn’t broken, right?”

Sure, that half made sense. Lance was almost positive that he was made to cuddle Shiro; some sort of higher power had to exist, because there was no other explanation for how perfectly the two of them fit together. Like puzzle pieces, or magnets. He was just the right size, the perfect shape; being held by Shiro was always comfortable. Always felt like coming home after a long day of work.

Lance had cuddled plenty of other people - family, exes, even a few friends - and had enjoyed himself every time. But none of them even came close, to how it felt to be curled up next to Shiro. It was like that man was made to cuddle, and to spoon Lance specifically. He was warm, but not too warm, firm and strong, but he didn’t squeeze too tight, or roll around too much in his sleep. Lance wouldn’t be surprised if the Garrison had given him him some sort of top secret, specialized snuggle-training, he was just that good.

But it had never occured to Lance that he would want to shake things up.

“We don’t have to,” Shiro said quickly, when Lance doesn’t respond right away. “I just figured-”

“Baby-” Lance pressed a finger to Shiro’s lips, playfully silencing him. “Let’s do it.”

He noticeably perked up. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, sure,” Lance shrugged. “I don’t really mind what position we’re in. I guess you could say I’m an… equal opporspoonist.”

Shiro snorted once, then twice, and then burst into a small fit of laughter. Lance smiled, pleased with himself; he wasn’t sure if he believed in angels, but if they were out there somewhere, that was what they sounded like. Clear and pure and perfect. From his position as the little spoon, he could feel Shiro’s chest move when he laughed, deep in his gut like he meant it.

There were a lot of things Lance was going to miss about being the little spoon, but there were plenty of perks to being the big spoon, too.

Shifting around on the mattress was a bit awkward, Lance had to admit. But once they were finally settled, with Lance flat on his back, and Shiro’s head on his chest-

Oh man. If Lance’s arm weren’t occupied with holding his boyfriend, he would have punched the air.

It was such a warm, comfortable feeling, having that heavy but familiar weight on top of him. Shiro’s shoulders were broad and muscular, and Lance’s arms felt perfectly full, as he held his boyfriend close. His past romantic exploits weren’t nearly as numerous or prolific as he used to boast, but even so, Shiro was by far the biggest partner Lance had ever had.

Lance was enjoying himself, but Shiro was clearly on cloud nine the second he settled into his spot as the new little spoon. Lance felt him relax, slowly melting into their embrace. Lance felt the cold tip of Shiro’s nose press into his nose, and he shivered, giggling as he gave Shiro a gentle squeeze.

Shiro did have a point; it felt completely natural to Lance, to curl up next to him, and tuck his head under Shiro’s chin, or press his back against that perfectly chiseled chest of his. But this? The way Shiro’s body covered his almost completely, and the feeling of his slow, even breathing against his neck? That felt every bit as incredible.

But, when Shiro didn’t say anything, Lance wondered if he felt the same way. One of his hands began to thread its way through his hair. “How’s that, Big Guy?”

Shiro made an unintelligible noise into Lance’s shoulder. Which seemed like a good sign, but Lance wanted to be sure.

“Shiro?”

“It’s perfect.” His voice sounded hazy, somewhere between sleepy and content. Lance felt the strong hand at his side start tapping its fingers against his ribs. “Incredible. How is it for you?”

“Uh, I donno, let me think…” Lance idly traced over the part of Shiro’s undercut where the shorter strands suddenly became the longer ones. He smirked into the tuft of hair under this nose, catching the scent of the other man’s cheap shampoo. Hmm, that might have to be the next thing they try changing up. “Yeah, it’s pretty good.”

“Pretty good?”

“The best.” Lance punctuated that with a long, wet kiss to Shiro’s forehead, exaggerating the pop! that his lips made when he pulled back. “You’re the best, baby.”

“So,” Shiro lifted his head, expression goofy and hopeful. “Can we do this more often?”

Lance, unable to help himself, leaned forward to press a quick kiss into that sweet smile. “Oh, absolutely.”

#shancesecretsanta2018 #shance #voltron

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thetourguidebarbie · 6 years

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What about Klaroline with Klaus being jealous of Caroline's close friendship with Enzo. it doesn't have to end in smut but im fine if it your choice.

Emergency fluff for one of my favorite people. @chica-cherry-lola has been reminding me for months that I promised her a mini-sequel to A Guilty Pleasure, my tattoo artist/florist au I wrote for @lalainajanes a bajillion years ago for a v-day exchange. Thank you to @garglyswoof for looking over this quickly.

This has smut in the beginning and is teeth-rottingly fluffy, so if that’s not your thing, I’d skip it. Bookshop AU will be posted once I get the edits in (sorry you’re getting a false alarm, Laine).

His chest was pressed against her back as his tongue traced a trail along her collarbone, the combination of it with his fingers curling against her walls bringing her just to the edge, but unable to tip over. Her eyes closed as he pressed soft kisses to the back of her neck, legs shaking as he brushed his fingers over her clit. “You’re so lovely,” he whispered, nipping her shoulder. “I do enjoy the sounds you make for me.”

She moaned softly in response as he pinched her clit lightly with his thumb and forefinger, her moan turning into a muttered string of expletives as she came, and she felt his stubble scratch against her skin as he smiled. She was breathing hard as she turned on her back to look at him, her lips parting slightly as she realized he was sucking her arousal off his fingers. He bent to kiss her once he was done, his palm steady on her hip, his tongue brushing across the seam of her lips. She moaned softly as he dragged his teeth across her shoulder and moved down to press kisses down to the valley between her breasts, flicking his tongue against her nipple before moving down her ribcage.

“I have a question, sweetheart,” he said, his voice muffled as his lips moved across her skin, and she arched her back as his tongue traced the flowered vine inked on her ribs.

“What?”

“What’s this tattoo from?”

She laughed. “It’s me and Enzo’s twinsies tattoo.”

Klaus froze mid-lick, pushing himself up so that he was looming over her. “Beg pardon, sweetheart?”

“A twinsies tattoo? You know, like when you and your best friend get matching tattoos to indicate that you will, in fact, be ‘best friends forever’?” Caroline said teasingly, making air quotes.

He stared at her with a look of what she considered completely unwarranted revulsion. “You and Enzo have matching tattoos?” he asked slowly, starting to withdraw his hand, clearly intent on getting an explanation. She grabbed his wrist, her eyebrows raised before groaning when she realized that he wanted the whole story before she’d get her next orgasm.

“Yeah. We were in our second year of college and Enzo and I were taking this really boring history class. It was basically impossible to study because the Professor’s study guides didn’t actually match what was on the tests or quizzes, which should totally be illegal. Anyway, the point is that it was finals week and we both knew that what ended up on the test was completely random, so we made a dumb bet that whoever scored higher could pick a tattoo for the other one. Just so you know, talking about my basically-brother-best-friend is not keeping me turned on.”

“And he won?”

“Nope, I did! I just got the same one in solidarity. I tried to talk Bonnie into it too but she said that couples tattoos were always a mistake no matter what. I thought it was kind of romantic, but she’s annoyingly practical.”

“Romantic, hmm?” he asked, and she narrowed her eyes as she watched the gears turn in his mind.

“Klaus...” she groaned, half out of exasperation and half because she wanted him to start moving again.

He bent and ran his nose along the curve of her neck. “I did tell you that I liked the idea of leaving a mark on someone’s body with my art. You even more.”

“I don’t know,” she said, the last word turning into a breathless ‘oh’ as he slipped two fingers back inside of her, her back arching. “I think you just don’t like that another guy and I have matching tattoos.”

“Perhaps,” he allowed, his fingertip tracing her hipbone before he bent to kiss her again.

“You’re such a jealous weirdo,” Caroline muttered between kisses, though there was no bite to her tone.

“You like it,” he whispered, nipping her ear and curling his fingers against her g-spot, making her gasp.

“In small doses,” she managed to pant out.

“You can’t tell me you don’t enjoy it, love. I feel that shiver run down your body when I press my hand against the small of your back as we walk, hear the way your breath catches when I tell you that you belong to me.”

“Klaus...”

“Try to deny it then,” he murmured. “Tell me you’re not mine, Caroline. Try.”

“Klaus,” she said, a tinge of warning coloring her tone.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You’re a smug jerk,” she muttered, her face half buried in his chest. She could feel his chest rumble against her cheek as he chuckled, curling his fingers against her walls, his other hand slipping between the cheeks of her ass, making her squeak in surprise.

“All right?”

“Fuck,” she hissed, unable to decide between riding his fingers or pressing against where he was touching her back entrance, her breathing growing shallow. “It’s good,” she managed.

“I’d like to take your pretty arse with my cock later,” he said quietly, pinching her ass before letting his hand travel down the back of her thigh, the drag of nails against her skin deep enough that he’d most likely leave a mark.

“After we unpack,” she said, taking a deep stuttering breath when Klaus pushed the tip of his finger into her back entrance as he nibbled at her neck and stroked her clit, the sensations almost too much for her to handle. She heard him hum against her skin when she came, clearly pleased, pulling back to look at her and brushing a damp curl from her face with his nose to press a kiss to her temple.

“I like you here.”

“Well, that’s good since I’ll be here every night for the foreseeable future,” she teased, sliding her arms around his shoulders to rub a curl between her fingers, the other hand tracing the lines of the triangle inked on his back. “But as comfortable as our bed is, I still have a lot of closet-invading and counterspace-stealing to do.”

“It’s not invading or stealing if it’s yours,” he pointed out, letting her go reluctantly as she wriggled out from under him and slid out of bed, reaching for the jeans she’d managed to half pull on before Klaus had coaxed her out of them earlier that morning. She looked over her shoulder to see him eyeing her hungrily and grinned.

“How am I supposed to concentrate knowing that you’re wearing nothing under those?”

“Like you always do,” she said unsympathetically. “I have full faith in your ability to get up and walk the ten feet to the shower without jumping me.”

He huffed grumpily in a way that probably shouldn’t have been endearing. “Later, I promise,” she repeated. “Seriously though. Get in the shower now so I can send you on a coffee mission when you get out.”

“So bossy,” he murmured, sitting up and stretching. She found herself tempted to throw out her unpacking plans and crawl back into bed to run her tongue down his abs, but at this point she’d committed to her non-sex Sunday agenda and she was too stubborn to admit defeat.

“Is that a problem?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, adjusting her bra and reaching for her blouse.

“Hot in small doses, as you’d say,” he teased, pushing the covers off and running his hand through his hair. She drank him in shamelessly, smiling when he pressed a light kiss to her temple as he walked past her to their master bathroom, his hand lingering on the vine on her ribs for a moment too long, thumb brushing along one of the leaves.

She took a shaky breath, glancing at the door as it closed behind him. Her skin was still burning from his touch, her heart pounding in her chest. They’d been together for almost a year now, counting the time she’d spent in denial pretending they were friends with benefits, and he still made her pulse race on a daily basis, made her feel wanted and beautiful and powerful.

She’d spent way too much time at the beginning worrying that his feelings for her would fade and the only thing to linger would be physical chemistry. She’d been embarrassingly obvious and he’d noticed, but instead of brushing her insecurities off with pretty words, he’d reassured her with every affectionate touch and warm smile that he wanted a connection with her that was more than physical.

Honestly, she couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

She traced the swallow on her wrist that she’d gotten the week of her eighteenth birthday absently as she considered his words from earlier.

I like the idea of leaving my mark on someone’s body with my art. You even more.

She wondered if she should be scared that she liked the idea too.

“What do you want to do next week?” Caroline asked, sinking down on the couch and pressing her cheek against his shoulder, glancing at his sketchpad. He inhaled her scent, the subtle floral shampoo that now clung to his pillows on nights when he wasn’t even dreaming. It had been two months since she’d moved in and he hadn’t yet been able to get out of the habit of pulling her closer in the mornings before she woke just to savor the feel of her against him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever shake away the constant wonder that she’d chosen to stay.

“Ooh, that’s pretty,” she said, shifting so that she could get a better look without impeding his drawing hand.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, twirling the pencil between his fingers before adding more shading to the dragon’s wing.

“For a client,” he said, frowning as he inspected his work. “I think it needs something else. Been redrawing it for a few hours now, but it never looks quite right.”

“Do you need a few minutes then? For your muse to visit, or whatever?”

“Don’t be silly, love. My muse happens to be sitting right beside me.”

“You are a cheeseball,” she said, kissing him lightly on the cheek. “But seriously. Next week?’

“For our anniversary? I have plenty of ideas for all the things I’ll do to you,” he said, giving her a wicked smirk and taking a bit too much satisfaction in the flush that crept up her cheeks.

“Klaus!”

He could tell that she wasn’t actually annoyed with him, her exasperation more fond than anything else, though from the way she was shifting against him he could tell that she had something she was holding back.

“Do you have any preferences?” he asked, studying her face for any hint of her feelings, and he recognized the tilt of her chin as her mentally prepping herself to say something she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to spit out.

“I was thinking we could go to the shop.”

“For a private romantic dinner?” he asked, already planning at least ten different things they could do with her stockroom table.

She swallowed. “Yours, actually.”

“Mine?” he asked, not quite daring to believe what she was implying.

“I want you to give me a tattoo,” she said. “If you want to.”

“What do you want?” he asked immediately, reaching for his sketchbook and eagerly flipping to a new page. “Anything specific?”

“I want something symbolic.”

“The flower?” he offered, only half-joking, already trying to remember the exact slant of its petals.

“No. I want...I mean, I wanted to do something about the second I realized that I actually had feelings-feelings for you as opposed to sex-only-feelings, but that moment didn’t really have any symbolic objects that I’d feel comfortable having on my body permanently.”

“When was it?” he asked, unable to restrain his curiosity.

She blushed, unable to meet his eyes. “It was the night when we had the fight before we got together.”

“When you walked out on me?” he asked, not particularly wanting to open old wounds but needing to clarify.

She winced. “It wasn’t my proudest moment, okay? It just kind of hit me all at once, you know? I was like, in hardcore denial, and you put your arms around me and told me to stay and...” she trailed off, tangling her fingers with his and giving him a small smile. “I wanted to, and I was worried that you were just like, being polite—“

She glared at him when he was unable to restrain a laugh, setting down his pencil. “Caroline, when have I ever been polite to anyone out of obligation?”

“Well I didn’t know that then,” she said grumpily. “I mean, I did, but again, denial.”

“Right.”

“What about you?”

“Hmm?”

“What was your moment?”

He didn’t even have to think about it, his lips curling into a smile as he told her how beautiful she’d looked bent over her terrarium diagram in the coffee shop. How he’d watched her hands as she shaded the sketch carefully, admired the way her teeth sank into her lower lip as she concentrated. “I knew I’d enjoyed talking to you,” he explained, smiling at Caroline’s raised eyebrow. “But that moment...I was curious about you. Your story, your hopes and goals. I wanted to get to know you. I couldn’t resist.”

“That’s so cute,” she said, grinning at the face he pulled at the word. “Sorry. You’re just much more romantic than me.”

“I’m not sure that’s true,” he said, tugging one of her curls between his fingers. “In any case, perhaps you don’t want a tattoo of the experimental flower Bonnie gave you, but there are other options. Chrysanthemums?”

She groaned. “My least favorite flowers that I refused to sell you so that you wouldn’t poison your sister’s boyfriend? I’d rather have the sex plant.”

“Do you still have the sketch?”

She frowned. “From the coffee shop?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah. I’m sure I still have it,” Caroline said, moving off the couch and walking to the section of the bookshelf where she kept all her original sketches for her terrarium and bouquet ideas. She pulled out the one labeled ‘succulents’ and flipped through it, sliding a piece of heavy paper out of a page protector and scanning it thoughtfully before handing it to him.

“This one?”

He nodded, taking it and running the tip of his finger along the outline. “I want this here, I think,” he said, gesturing to the left side of his ribcage. “And I’ll get it in color, but I can make it subtler for you if you like. Just the outline or shadow...”

“Matching tattoos?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.

“You said they were romantic,” he pointed out, and she nodded, leaning against his side and inspecting the sketch.

“I like it,” she said. “Even if it feels a little weird to have a tattoo of something I drew.”

“I can always sketch you something, sweetheart. Whatever you want.”

“I think I want the orchid,” she said after thinking it over for a few seconds. “But in a purple or a blue. The real-life pink was really loud.”

“That can be arranged,” he murmured, already sketching the outline. “Where do you want it?”

“Same place as yours.”

“Doing it over bones is the most painful area,” he warned slowly, glancing at her, and she smiled, pecking him on the lips.

“It’ll heal, and I totally look forward to your inevitable weird obsession with licking it.”

“Is that another thing you’ll only tolerate in small doses?”

“No. Tattoo-licking is highly encouraged,” she said, her tone and expression so serious that if he hadn’t known her well he would have missed that she was trying desperately not to laugh.

“Noted, sweetheart.”

“Good,” she said, curling with her feet underneath her to peek over his shoulder at the orchid he was carefully outlining. “I love you, you know. A lot.”

“And I, you,” he said quietly

He didn’t need to look at her to know she was giving him the bright smile that she seemed to reserve for moments like this, when they were close and comfortable. He could see it in his mind’s eye, could have easily sketched it from memory.

He couldn’t resist looking anyway.

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