#from couples massages to throwing tissue boxes at one another. the two of you take the place of your best friends

[brandnewcouch]

🎶oops i did it again🎶 i wrote more donna and fourteen because i am obsessed with their little domestic ending

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“Huuhhh-huh’EISCHhhh!” The Doctor watched her shoulders tighten as she sniffled into a tissue.

“Rassilon, you’re tense,” he said.

“I’ve been stressed,” Donna muttered before sneezing twice more.

“Please, let me get some of those knots out,” he sighed.

“Like… a massage?” she asked suspiciously.

“Sure. I’m very knowledgeable in human anatomy.” Donna choked at the statement.

“Please…. don’t word it…. like that,” she said between coughs.

“Right, sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Now sit down. Let me work on your shoulders.”

“Fine,” she sighed as she sat in front of him. The Doctor ran his hands over her upper back to assess the muscles.

“Those desk jobs will really get you. You know sitting is worse for your spine than both standing or lying down.”

“Not like I have much of a choice,” she said before sniffling. The Doctor began to move his thumbs in a circular motion, pressing into her shoulders. He thought she felt a bit warmer than usual, but he didn’t mention it.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she sighed, melting into his touch. “You’d think Shaun would do this for me once in a while.”

“Oh- Shaun! Do you think he’d mind-“

“He doesn’t care, mate,” she assured. “He knows you’re not my type.”

“Well, maybe not this version of me,” he smirked.

“Oi! Watch it! You can’t even talk. Your type is blokes from the 1600s.”

“That was one time,” he argued.

He felt her breath hitch and assumed she was about to throw back another retort, but she stayed silent. Her chest heaved several more times before she sneezed harshly into her hands.

“Hehh’KTSCHhhoo! Ei’schiEWw! Hehhhh- huh’XTGGghh!”

“Bless you,” The Doctor glanced down at her with concern. “You feeling alright?”

“Think I’m coming down with something,” she said with a wet sniffle as she rubbed her nose. “Been feeling run down the last few days.”

“Mmmm,” he frowned. “Can I get you anything?”

“I’m okay. Just keep doing what you’re doing,” she sighed.

“Sure.” He focused on her shoulders and then moved down to her back. He was a bit worried about the fact she was already running a fever.

“Hih’SHIEWww! Ugh, sorry. That one snuck up on me.”

“You should take something,” The Doctor said softly. “You sound congested,” he added before she could protest.

“I don’t even know what we have. I never get sick,” she groaned.

“Never say never.”

“Where are you going?” she asked as he began to walk away.

“Looking for medicine.”

“Please don’t wake up-“ she was interrupted by the sudden clattering of pots and pans.

“Doctor,” she groaned.

“Sorry!”

“Enough with the shouting! It’s midnight!”

“Well you’re shouting, too!”

“Only because-“

“Donna?”

She whipped her head around to see her husband standing in the doorway. He was wearing a t shirt and joggers, clearly still half asleep.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. He can’t be quiet to save his life,” she said, gesturing towards The Doctor.

“It’s alright,” he said, coming closer and wrapping his arms around her. He frowned as she uncharacteristically rested her head on his chest.

“You okay, Hon? You feel a little warm,” he said, brushing her bangs out of her face.

“Think I’m sick.” She stayed there for a moment before suddenly pulling away and taking a step back. “You should keep your distance. I can sleep on the sofa.”

“Donna,” he sighed. “It’s fine.”

“No, really-“

“Shaun! Hello!” The Doctor greeted as he approached the couple.

“Doctor, how are you?”

“Oh, I’m just fine. This one, on the other hand,” he said, glancing at Donna, “needs to take two of these.” He handed her a box of cold and flu capsules.

“Please tell me you didn’t tear apart my entire house to find this,” she said.

“Of course not, just your kitchen…. but I’ll clean it up!”

“Doctor…. Ei’KTCHHOO!”

“Yes, yes you’re very welcome, now please take it.” Donna was apparently not too sick to shoot him an annoyed glare.

“Here, I’ll get you some water,” Shaun cut in. He gave The Doctor a knowing glance as he walked past him.

“You’re lucky to have that man,” The Doctor said conversationally.

“I know,” Donna sniffed. “Much less lucky to have you destroying my kitchen.”

“Right! Yes! I’ll go clean that up.”

“No,” she stopped him. “You can do it in the morning. I don’t need you waking anyone else- Ei’KTSCHhh! Hihhh’SCHIEWWw!”

“Bless you. And fair point.”

“Here, Donna,” Shaun said as he handed her a glass of water.

“Thank you.” She opened the package and swallowed two pills.

"It’s late, you should come to bed,” Shaun whispered, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“I already told you, I’m sleeping on the sofa,” she said.

“Come on, Love.”

“No. I don’t want you catching this.”

“Doctor, can you please talk some sense into my wife?”

“Donna,” The Doctor took her hands into his. “You need to rest. You’re not going to get any sleep unless you’re in your own bed.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Plus, you never know what you’ll get out of it….”

“Oh, shut up,” she said, half annoyed, half embarrassed. The Doctor grinned like a child as he saw Shaun avert his eyes.

“Also, I will annoy you endlessly if you stay here. I figured out something new with the sonic. Turns out if I alter the thermodynamic-“

“Okay, you win,” she said with an eye roll. “Good night.”

"Thank you,” Shaun mouthed to him as they started to walk away. Donna paused in the doorway and turned towards The Doctor with a smirk.

“Oh, and I expect to hear all about tonight’s adventure to 1666 in the morning.”

#one day i will write something else #but today is not that day #i just love them so much #author is american #and it shows #sneezeblr #snzfucker #coldfucker #d/octor w/ho #d/onna n/oble #f/ourteenth d/octor

[seostudios]

mr.lee

pairing: ten lee x fem!reader genre: fluff, smut info: professor!ten, student!reader, established relationship warnings: public sex word count: 1.4k a/n: this is inspired by pretty little liars and a request i recently got

MAY 2018

You gaze out the display window behind the mannequin you were currently dressing. Working part-time at an boutique was hard enough but, you made it your goal to reach above and beyond, farther than any student would ever dare to go past, you make your back to the table, sketching out a couple of ideas that had just popped into your head after measuring the life-size doll. You bring your hand out to grab your marble cup, to sip on the green tea you made earlier that morning. 

The shop wasn't open yet since it was still the earlier hours of dawn, but the ring of the bell in the front indicated someone was in too much of a rush to pay attention to the sign outside, reading 'CLOSED' Bringing your eyes up, you see a man. He wore a faded black grid plaid blazer, paired with a tucked-in white tee, and Levi's jeans. It was simple, yet so chic his choice of attire already said so much about him. He seems sophisticated, better than you. He knew that. "Hello?" He asked, looking around and above the clothing racks to look for a worker. "Right here," You reply, waving at him motioning him to come forth. "You do know we don't open for another," You look over at your wrist to the watch, "20 minutes." You finish, you notice him raise his hand to scratch the back of his head awkwardly, informing you he walked in so fast he forgot, "It's fine, what can I help you with?" You ask him. "I need a little hemming done on this blazer, could you do that?" He requested, you hum looking him up and down before getting up from your seat. You ask him to remove the blazer so you can chalk it, what you didn't expect was the boy to be pretty ripped. His arms were a sight you didn't miss. He was older than you, a good 8 years probably. "Are you gonna hem or just stare at me?" He laughs, looking at you fondly as you go reddish, “Right.”

"Here you go, on the house," You say, handing his blazer back, fitting him more perfectly than it probably did in the first place. He throws a quick thanks before running out. You grab the stranded marble mug with your now, room-temperature green tea, still sipping on it as if it was freshly made. What you don't expect to see out the display window is the man,  jogging right back in. "Can I-" He pauses to bend over panting, how fast did he run? After catching his breath he swoops his hair back to look at you once more. "Can I get your number?"

OCTOBER 2018

It had been almost seven months since you've started dating, Chittaphon. After his, not so exceptional gesture of asking you out, he had been trailing behind you like a lost puppy until you agreed. Who would reject such a cutie though, you had to be mad. You've learned over time that he was a professor, for literature in the East end of Dongguk University or other words; your school. The two of you weren't aware of this until he had strolled into the West end of Dongguk to the Economics side. The first set of eyes he met were yours while entering the lecture hall, he was shocked and you were ashamed. It was a misunderstanding, he thought you are attending a school online, but you were taking online courses until September. Sooner or later reality will take a toll on you two, your love, but now, you enjoy it while you can.

SEPTEMBER 2020

It's been 2 years and 4 months since you've met Chittaphon and 2 years since you've met Mr.Lee, you have to admit it's been quite a fun year indeed. You've both had your ups and downs, risks, were most definitely performing an immense part in preserving your relationship, making sure you two stay inline and don't get in over your heads, there have been days where you were almost caught by students, faculty and even your friends. "We've been together for a little over two years now Y/n, I think we should celebrate," Chittaphon said, hand grazing over your thigh, laying beside you in your shared bed. "I don't think so, you almost got us caught today with what you pulled in the Computer Lab." You say rolling your eyes, too focused on your phone. He sighs in defeat, opting to cuddle away his hard-on. Yours enclosed around him holding him close as his leg flung over you, arm tightened around your waist. He made sure you felt his teeny pecks with his head in the crook of your neck, "Stop, sleep." You mumble Chittaphon sees you are still idling on your device so he pulls his teacher-card, "You have to attend a class tomorrow Y/n, I think getting some shut-eye is what you need, right?" He said in that voice which boomed over the empty room- you fire back, "You have to TEACH a class tomorrow Mr.Lee I think you need more sleep than me." You state hearing his whine beside your ear, knowing how badly he just lost that. "Please Y/n, I just want to cuddle you and kiss you, Please, for me?" This time he opted to whine, oh god what a child you thought chuckling to put your phone away. You bring your hand up from his back to comb your fingers through his hand, lightly massaging his scalp knowing it puts him to bed fast.

SEPTEMBER 2020

"Y/n L/n? Is there a Y/n L/n?" Mr.Lee, who's voice boomed throughout the auditorium. Your grin was slapped off, as you nervously stand from your seat, "Yes? That's me," You say licking your lips, "I need to discuss your proposal for the literature contest you are applying for, please stay after class." He said watching you nod, sitting back down in your seat. He nods and continues his conversation with some students upfront. I can't believe out of all the teachers available, they pick Chittaphon to sub this class. You mentally face-palm at yourself and your boyfriend for causing such a scene, now everyone is gonna think you are bad at literature, only the dumb kids get held back! Finally the end of class, you get up along with the 50 other students in the class to walk over to the door, you stood by the entrance, waiting for everyone to leave the room, "How horny do you have to be to make me stay after class?!" You shout at the man in front of you, whacking him with your textbook. "Hey! I'm not horny!" He shouts in defence, "I wanted to talk with you about your contest entry." At least he tried to look believable. I mean this pent up sexual frustration hasn't been used, due to recent school projects which required a lot of energy which couldn't be wasted. But you didn't have any more classes and Mr.Lee was available for another hour. You walk over to sit on his desk, "Mr.Lee" You say interrupting him in the middle of his sentence, "I think we should focus on something more important," Pointing your finger over at his growing buldge. He walks over, your quick to grab his tie pulling him closer, between your legs, rubbing your clothed core against his pants. "I think so too," He told you before you brought up your hands to the base of his neck pulling him in.  

One hand was over your mouth suppressing any noises you were making from the sensation of having Chittaphon's cock stuffed in you. I guess calling him Mr.Lee brings out his dark side. He's been relentlessly pounding into you like crazy, nonstop. You've come like what once? Twice? Keeping up at this point was too hard to calculate, But Chittaphon was about to paint your walls with his cum all over again if you keep clenching around his thick cock. Your back arches; reaching your climax again as he came. "You did so well babe," He praised, grabbing the tissue box beside you to wipe his liquid off you. "You're so hot," You tell him, getting up fixing your physical appearance, your dress was pulled up to your stomach, and your panties, which were in his mouth. After retrieving your undergarments from Chittaphon (which was a challenge itself) you help him fix himself up, buttoning his shirt and doing his tie. "There, as handsome as always." You cooed ruffling his hair around, "You got a class, and I gotta go make dinner,", "Short-ribs?" He questioned remember you were talking about it last night. You nod,  "Correct, Bye-bye I love you" You finish dashing out the door, leaving him alone in the silent room which was filled with both of your sinful noises not too long ago

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #superm #nct scenarios #wayv scenarios #superm scenarios #nct imagines #wayv imagines #superm imagines #nct smut #nct fluff #wayv smut #wayv fluff #superm smut #superm fluff #nct ten #wayv ten #superm ten #ten scenarios #ten imagines #ten smut #ten fluff #nct au #wayv au #superm au #ten au #chittaphon #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul

[blu-joons]

Looking After You When You’re Ill ~ Kim Namjoon

Soft eyes peered around the bedroom door, smiling when they found your frame fast asleep, the duvet bought up, under your chin, tissues surrounding you. He couldn’t help but giggle as he made his way over to kneel beside you.

“Jagi,” he whispered, brushing his hand against your hip to try and wake you up from your heavy sleep. As he felt your skin, he couldn’t believe how hot you were as your temperature continued to rise.

It took a moment, but eventually you stirred, taking your time to open your eyes as a result of the bright lights outside your door. “Hey Joon,” you croaked, your groggy throat making your voice crack and break as you spoke.

“I stopped by at the shop on the way home and grabbed a few supplies,” he informed, as you wriggled across to make space for him beside you on the bed. When he was settled, he handed you the water bottle in his hand. “Do you feel better than this morning?”

You shook your head, having slept most of the day you weren’t really sure how you were feeling, nor could you remember the morning he spoke of. “I just want to feel better again Namjoon.”

“I want to see you better too,” he assured, resting his hand on your thigh, running across it gently, as you moved it, so it was on your stomach. “Not comfortable there?”

“A little, but my tummy is a bit sore right now, it could do with a bit of looking after,” you softly smiled, feeling his hand massage lightly over your tummy. As he did so, he looked down at you, seeing in your eyes how much it made you feel.

After having a drink and enjoying the comforting touch of Namjoon by your side, he noticed your mood pick up ever so slightly. “Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” He asked, taking the bottle away from you once you’d finished with it.

“Not now.”

“I thought you were meeting someone for coffee.”

“I was going to, but I knew this morning there was no way I’d be well enough to make it, so I cancelled this morning, and hopefully we can rearrange.” You hated that being ill was such a burden on your life, restricting you to the confides of your bedroom.

He smiled softly, feeling slightly relieved that you were being responsible in looking after yourself. “I’ve finished work for the day, so, I was thinking maybe we could do something to try and help make you feel better.”

“Do you think you could help me get a bath? I’m sick of being stuck in bed, and hopefully the warm water will help ease my aching bones.” He nodded instantly, standing up from the bed, walking into your adjoining bathroom.

He left you there whilst he ran the bath, making sure it was at a decent temperature for your tired body, coming back to help you strip out of your clothes, moving your hair out of your face. Walking into the bathroom, you could smell the strawberry scents of your favourite bubble bath, which he’d used just to make you feel a tad better.

“Even though I know you’re feeling ill, I still think you look really pretty,” he complimented, trailing several kisses along your bare, warm shoulders, placing his hands on your hips.

You giggled nervously, too tired to give him the response he probably wanted.

In the bathroom, he’d already put the box of tissues you’d been using as well as another drink, just in case you felt like you had it in you to try and have a drink, or in case of an emergency.

“Joon,” you whimpered, resting your hands over his that were still on your hips. “Do you think maybe you could bathe with me? If you don’t mind.”

“If it makes you happy, of course.” He stripped himself bare, throwing his white shirt and black jeans into your bedroom. He took the lead, stepping into the bath first, before helping your delicate frame in, easing you down so you sat between his legs.

As soon as the warm water hit your body, you felt yourself at ease. You were tired, and sore, but the feeling of the water helped steam your body and relax it.

With Namjoon’s arms snaking around your waist, neither of you had any intentions other than to help you feel better. Normally he would definitely try a thing or two on, but right now, he was content in massaging your tummy like he had done previously.

“Does the bath feel good?” He asked, softly kissing the top of your head.

“This is the best I’ve felt in a while,” you replied, tilting your head back against his chest, feeling an overriding feeling to allow your eyes to shut, even just for a few moments.

When he noticed you falling into a hazy sleep, Namjoon began to lightly murmur a couple of songs to help you relax. He knew if he sung, you’d probably hate him for it, but as his little mumbles escaped, it brought the smile to your face too.

He was finding it so hard seeing you so unwell, he missed having your usual bubbly self around, seeing you so weak and fragile broke his heart.

As his mumbles came to an end, he grabbed the body wash he’d placed at the top of the bath, squeezing a small amount into his hand before massaging it along your body, making sure he was careful, and slow, trying to ease out all the knots that you had been enduring.

“Am I still making you feel better?” He questioned, splashing water to rinse your body off.

Rather than speak, you nodded, as he hummed in acknowledgement of your response. He could see you were struggling to keep your eyes awake, as his hands continued to run along your body, leaving you to enjoy the few moments of calm you had.

“Take all the time you need,” he whispered, not wanting to disturb you just yet. He laid, and he waited until you were ready to get out of the bath. Despite his body turning numb, seeing you so peaceful made it worthwhile, until you began to stir and wake.

“Namjoon, I think I’m ready to go back to bed, I want my duvet back around me,” you spoke, feeling him lift you gently before stepping out of the tub, taking your hands in his to help you out, drying your body off with your towel, changing you into one of his oversized shirts.

“Do you want anything before you head to bed?” He queried, supporting you as you walked back into the bedroom, slipping under the duvet. “Another drink> Or a bit of food?”

“You’ve done enough. I think I’m good right now after that bath.”

He nodded, changing himself into some pyjamas, before sliding behind you, underneath the duvet, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you close.

“If you’ve got things to do, don’t feel like you have to lay here and look after me. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“I’ve got a couple things to do, but they’re nowhere near as important as looking after you. I’ll lay here all night long if it means you will feel just a little bit better. Get some rest, and I can go back to massaging your tummy,” he smiled, feeling you relax against his chest yet again the urge to sleep came over you.

“I really appreciate you looking after me tonight Joon, I know it’s not ideal, but even the little things are helping me to feel better,” you spoke, feeling him kiss the top of your head in response. “Do you think you could hum another song?”

He chuckled, smiling to himself. “If it will help you get some sleep, of course I will.”

“What’s it going to be about?” You asked, as your heavy eyes shut, your hand resting over his that held around your waist.

“I’m not sure yet. Maybe I’ll come up with a little something about you,” he laughed. “Get some rest m love, you’ll feel better soon.”

“I hope I will. Thank you Joon.”

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Masterlist

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[donnanxblearchive]

send me an au you wish i‘d write. // i wish you would write a fic where donna & gwen & martha are having fun together!  ( @yoakkemae ) tagging @manaborn bc yea

Gwen had declared they all needed some time off. Donna had found it a little difficult to try to argue against her since she had Facetime’d her and Martha while she was taking cover and her jacket was a little too freshly singed. She’s sure that Gwen knew what she was doing; if she’d called from her ship, Donna wouldn’t of hesitated to steamroll over her ideas.

“I’m off Friday, actually,” had piped up Martha, even as Donna knew she could see her glare. “What’d you have in mind, Gwen? I might be able to trade my Saturday shift.”

“Martha, don’t try to twist yourse–”

“Yes! We could go to the mountains, really unplug from it all!” Donna had taken a breath to retort when Gwen dropped her phone with a muttered curse. Both women waited quietly as the sounds of whatever defense maneuvers Gwen took faded in, and then the phone was picked back up with a scramble. “How about at the cabins from my 16th a couple years back?”

Donna blinked, paperwork slowly becoming forgotten. “Over in America? In the Rocky Mountains?” Gwen nodded eagerly. Martha tried to hide a smile behind her hand, it didn’t really work. “It’s February, I don’t think it’ll be easy to find one for this weekend.” She hoped it didn’t sound like she was agreeing to this weekend, she’s sure she had other things to do this weekend. “Don’t you have things due for uni?”

“Oh, I’m sure missing one assignment won’t kill her.”

“You are not supposed to be a bad influence.”

“She does just fine while traveling around.”

“Yeah!” Gwen was now on the move, as her picture shook and she kept looking behind her. Donna was ready to chew her ass out over being so overconfident. “If it helps, I’ll get everything turned in early and let my professors know I’ll be going out on a family trip.” There went that excuse. Donna chewed on the tip of her pen. 

“It’s going to be expensive.”

“Loosen your fist a little, Scrooge.”

“Oi!” She pointed her pen at the phone, ignoring the loud laughter in order to keep a mean face on. “I still have to budget my expenses, just like everyone else.” Not a lie, but not the truth either. Her budget was hilariously more inflated than well over half the world’s population and she was well aware of it. Still, she had to make a point. “Keep that sass up an’ see if I’ll pay your ticket, Doctor Jones.”

“Oh, pleeeease, Auntie.” She must really want this trip. It was always desperate measures for Gwen to not just call her by her name. Donna gave a long suffering sigh. “Just two days away, no aliens, no paperwork, no projects. It’ll be us, snow, and spa treatments!”

“I’ll get Eliza to see what she can do,” twin cheers erupted and she shouted to talk over them, “but only if she can move my own schedule around. I’m not makin’ any promises. And, I’ll cancel it all if any of your professors tell me you’re missin’ papers.” Gwen stuck her tongue out on that and Martha shook her head. “Martha, how long ‘till you can confirm your shift change?”

“I should know by tonight. We plan more out then.”

“Guys—” Looking at Gwen’s square on the screen showed just a glittering purple sky. Her voice sounded off to the side, and Donna assumed she was probably looking over Plumber notes. She hoped she was looking over Plumber notes and not taking cover again. “Wild thought, but I could just fly us there.” Denials from both Martha and Donna were quick, making Gwen pop her head back into frame. It was upside down, and mostly her eye, but the insult was clear. “Fine. Party poopers.”

“We’ll reconvene in the evening. Martha, keep savin’ lives. Gwen, stay alive.”

“No promises, loveyouguyssomuchBYE!”

Once seven o’clock rolled around, Donna was able to move her schedule around and Martha was able to trade her Saturday shift to get a three-day weekend. The three of them were in her office with two boxes of pizza steaming up her glass coffee table, and the projector displaying snow wear options. Gwen was more than a little distracted as her assistant was currently talking to her about their lodging options seeing as the original choice was all booked up.

“Wait, go back, go back, yes, that one! Where is it again?”

“Aspen, in Colorado.”

“It looks really cute. Donna, Martha, look, isn’t it cute?” With a few quick taps, Gwen switched the projected image. She very much ignored Donna’s indignant squawk, but quickly returned Martha’s silent overhead fistbump. “And we can get one that has bunk beds!”

“Eliza, I will fire you if you book the bunks.”

“Noted, ma’am.” Gwen pouted dramatically into her pizza slice. Martha gave her shoulder a consoling pat but wisely didn’t voice an opinion on the bunk debate. “There are three bedroom options, two bathrooms and a full kitchen. I can see about requesting one near the sauna.” Gwen gave an exaggerated gasp, nearly choking on her pizza. Donna rolled her eyes and waved a hand in silent agreement. 

Once her assistant left the office to make the booking, control evaded Donna again. The iPad was now in Martha’s power, who was swiping along the different recreational activities listed. “Don’t you want to check the price beforehand?” Martha got a throw pillow to the face for her efforts.

“Let’s finish this up already before Shaun files a missing persons report on me.”

“You didn’t tell him?”

Donna squinted, as if the action would help recall her conversation with her husband. Damn TimeLord consciousness was only useful when it decided to be. “I mentioned it to him. I mean, I told him that I might be goin’ outta town this weekend. Course, he asked if it was just outta town or really outta space, he’s a bit hurt from our trip to Clom last month–”

“Sucks,” cuts in Gwen around a mouthful of pizza.

“–and I still haven’t been able to get the universal signal done to his new phone, so I’m sure he’s just being a worrywart. I hadn’t confirmed my schedule yet when I talked to him, an’ then I had to do some video conferences an’ the day just slipped away.” She shrugged. “I’ll just send a text right now. You two can choose what you’d want Eliza to book at the resort.”

She leaned back against her desk and typed out a few messages. Martha and Gwen were enthusiastically going over the different options, giggles freely sprinkled between them, and Donna felt a warmth blossom in her chest. She tried – and usually failed – to hide how much she worried over the two, and seeing them able to act so relaxed helped her own stress by leaps and bounds. A fun, Earth-bound, no-magic, and wonderfully impromptu vacation might really be the best for them.

“Alright, you two,” she gave a quick clap of her hands and swiped the iPad out of Martha’s hands, “the husband’s aware you’ve got me in lockdown. Let’s get this trip planned.”

The first day hadn’t been so bad. They’d taken a red-eye flight to try to beat the six hour jetlag, had a marvelous brunch in bed, and then powered on ahead with the day’s activities. Donna had forwarded Gwen the itinerary from Eliza, declaring that she wasn’t going to stress about the agenda as this wasn’t even her idea. Not that Gwen worried about keeping track of it all with how wide her smile was the entire day. They’d gotten wonderful hour-long deep tissue massages, popped in the sauna afterwards, a quick shower at the cabin and taken the town by storm. Which just meant going around town and peer pressuring Donna to tap into the TimeLord knowledge of the town’s history.

“You know,” Donna had said to Martha as they took a milkshake break, “I’m not too sure if he’d have a fit about this.”

She never had to specify who he was. Martha always seemed to know, always giving that small nod in response. “Taking days off wasn’t exactly his thing. For all he said to just travel, he was always doing something, wasn’t he?”

“God, yes. I had to wrestle him into taking us to dinner or heaven forbid the beach!” They shared a soft laugh. “I mean, he enjoyed it, that’s for sure. But I mean, I was talkin’ more about all this,” she tapped at her forehead, “bein’ so here, ya’know?”

“It’s not like he was shy, Donna.”

“Yes, yes, and he was an insufferable show-off in the worst moments. Still, it just,” she shrugs, not sure how to formulate her thoughts and that was definitely very human of her, “it doesn’t feel quite right to just be larkin’ ‘round town and basically pluck out the Wikipedia page about city hall with a blink.”

“Because it’s your doing it, or because he’s not here?”

There went Martha again, being all understanding eyes and soft smiles. Her bedside manner was truly spectacular, and it just made her all the more brilliant a friend. What Donna would’ve given to have a friend like her when she was younger, a true reasonable and supportive person. Introspective talks like these never felt intrusive with her, they hadn’t in a very long time, and Donna was finding herself more receptive to analyzing her feelings than she thought. As she kept quiet, Martha extended the same courtesy, without so much as a blink of impatience.

Gwen came bounding up to them in that moment, fresh snow dusting her shoulders and making a pretty picture as it melted in her hair. Without asking, she squeezed between their bar stools and took a sip from Donna’s shake. “I found a super adorable bookstore, it’s maybe a ten minute walk from here. Are you guys ready? It’s also in a plaza with some clothing stores, and I wanna max out Donna’s card before dinner.”

“Oi!” Donna tugged at Gwen’s ponytail while Martha laughed. “Don’t you have your own money?”

“I cannot afford everything I want to buy.”

“Maybe you should budget like our self-made moneybags over here.” Martha smirked. “Though I don’t think another thou will make much difference to her.”

“Yes, you’re right.” Gwen’s nod was far too somber. Any scraps of severity were demolished as she slurped the last dredges of Donna’s shake before giving a loud sigh. “Guess I’ll have to spend two thousand.”

“Fuck off,” Donna said with all the hostility of a baby duck amid their laughter.

The second day is when the nefarious plan came to light. Breakfast had been at one of the resort restaurants, in the type of place that Donna would’ve been all aflutter stepping foot in years ago. But the atmospheric instrumental music, warm lighting, floor-to-ceiling windows, and softly spoken waitress had long been part of her daily routine. By extension, it was certainly more common in Gwen and Martha’s lives than a decade back. As such, they all knew better than too be as wickedly loud as normal, and the conversation was kept light— to a point.

“Sorry, snowboarding?”

“Yup, our rentals and instructor are scheduled to start at one, and,” Gwen paused to take a forkful of her omelet, “Eliza booked us for four hours.”

“Four hours?!” Her voice rose well above ‘indoor,’ and Martha motioned at her. “Are you flippin’ nuts, Gwen?” Her niece shrugged and kept eating. “I’m not snowboardin’ for four bloody hours, hard pressed to find me there for e’en one!”

“You can’t tell me you’ve never tried it.” Donna scoffed at Martha. “What did you do when you were here last?”

“Watch over a bunch of sixteen year olds.” She pointed a fork at Gwen, quickly adding, “And don’t say your lot wasn’t that bad or so help me God—” Gwen deflated, but grumbled under her breath before sipping her hot chocolate.

“It’s not that difficult, Donna. Plus, you’re not goin’ in blind. We’ve got an instructor.”

“I take it you’ve done this before,” she said dryly.

“Years ago, yeah! It’s loads of fun, believe me. It’s just like that game the arcade has, just with more wind around you.” Donna kept as blank an expression as possible as she buttered her croissant without looking down. “Oh, c’mon, you know the one! Gwen,” she turned to the younger girl, “she knows what I’m talking about right?”

Gwen sucked her teeth and gave a small shake. “I’ve literally never been able to get her into an arcade.”

For a brief moment, a second even, Martha’s face fell. But just as quick she smiled the way that doctors do when they know chances are slim but they have to keep moral up, and Donna narrowed her eyes. “Well, no matter. It’s all balance and coordination, and even if you fall a few times, it’s going t’be fun!”

It was not being fun. She ate snow too many times to count, the cold was well past her bones and into her soul, and she was certain her ass was going to be covered in bruises. Gwen had, naturally glided around like a professional, all sparkling eyes and reddened cheeks. She looked like the poster girl for the slopes as her red hair whipped around her, making her an easy dot to follow. Martha had needed just a slight assistance from the instructor, and if there wasn’t near a twenty year difference between them, Donna would have immediately accused her of having practiced recently.

“Donnaaaaa.” Gwen might be whining, but that smile is still plastered on her face. “Don’t be such a sourpuss.”

“I will be as sour as I damn well please.”

“Donna,” cut in Martha as she gracefully came up the side and looked like a damn movie star taking off her helmet, “we’ve only been here an hour.” Donna eyes bulged but Martha kept talking. “I think you might just be overthinking it. I mean, what if during your travels, you would’ve had to snowboard?”

“I would have gladly taken my role as bait.”

“No,” the word was very forceful and Donna scrunched her nose at it. “You would not. You would have given it your one hundred percent effort and been brilliant at it. I sincerely doubt you’re givin’ more than thirty percent.”

“Mrs. Temple-Noble,” the three swung their attention to the instructor, “I will agree that you could be putting just a little more enthusiasm into your attempts. Often times your success depends on your state of mind too, not just your state of body.”

“Thanks Jared, I’ll make sure to blame my mind when I snowball off the curve.” The instructor gave a sigh, the first (and certainly not last) break in his professional demeanor. “However, I am pushing fifty and my body doesn’t work like it used to before.”

Gwen hums a little ditty at her words, which Donna can’t place but Martha can. She gives the younger girl a slap to her shoulder and Gwen looks only slightly sheepish. They seem to have a silent talk in the next few moments while Donna might as well be climbing Jared in her attempts to stand up. If she wasn’t so worried about getting frostbite on her ass, she might have interrogated them about their charades game.

“Ya know, Sylvia had mentioned that Nerys was gonna go snowboarding this year.” Donna had been about to remove the snowboard when the mention of her best frenemy come out. Gwen continued a bit too offhandedly. “I think she’d said she wanted to invite you, but you don’t know how to snowboard, so it would’ve killed the mood. Isn’t that right, Martha?”

“When I talked to Veena, she wouldn’t shut up about it. She said that—”

“Shut up, shut up. I’m not goin’ to have that fuckin’ breadstick think she can do better. You know who taught her to roller skate? Me!” She huffed and pulled at the hem of her snow jacket. “I’ll shove this board up her arse before lettin’ her win this, Jared, let’s do this again, chop chop.”

She missed the fistbump shared between the younger women in all her blustering rage.

It doesn’t take Donna long after that to get the hang of it. She’s nowhere near the level of expertise that Gwen shows, but that’s fine. She can at least go down the beginners slopes with them and scream with laughter once they reach the bottom in one piece. Jared finishes his four hours with them, but they keep on going until they can’t deny the sun is setting and everyone is being instructed off the snow. She’s sure to be aching in the morning, but she’s smiling the entire time Martha and Gwen are recounting the day’s adventure over room service.

The third day is short given their late afternoon flight. They wake up late, make quick work of their packing, and set out for a casual lunch. They end up passing through a chocolate shop going back to the resort, and Donna nearly melts as she bites into her eclair.

“What would your trainer say?” Martha’s eyes are crinkled up as she teases. She takes Donna’s shove with a chuckle.

“Sod off, do you have any idea ‘ow many calories I burned yesterday? I more than deserve this.”

“Snowboarding is a great way to start.” Gwen kept her gaze straight ahead, even as she kept her arm linked to Donna’s. “It really makes your body and mind work together, and counts on a sense of timing too. Really makes you use your core the entire time without neglecting the rest of your body. You know what else does that?” She didn’t wait for Donna to respond. “Taekwondo, karate, jujitsu, or—”

“Oh my God, was that the whole point of this? To keep pushin’ your martial arts agenda?”

“She has a point.”

“Absolutely not!”

“What’s the harm in learning a little self-defense? You’re not really only workin’ in an office. You still come across aliens and thwart plans all the time.”

“And I have a trainer that makes sure I can still run away before they lay a hand on me.”

They bicker, two against one, pretty much the rest of the day until they have to check out. She gives in and calls Eliza on speaker phone while Gwen is still listing the mental benefits of martial arts. The assistant sounds properly confused when she says she wants to book gym space next week. The look of elated shock on Gwen’s face when Donna throws her the phone to request what’s needed almost makes the forthcoming torture worth it.

“Was that so hard, Donna?”

“You’re not getting’ off that easy, Martha, I’ll haul you outta the hospital myself if you don’t show up.”

#[ drabble ] #yoakkemae #manaborn #i totally went overboard with this #i literally didnt know how to stop it #is this exactly fun? idk but i had fun writing it

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Case of the Ex

Nevada Ramirez x Reader. CW: language, violence, NSFW (FR: smut galore!)

AN: from the prompt: #3. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.” Thanks @melsquared79

Tags: @madpanda75 @melsquared79 @obsessionprofessional @garturbo @delia26 @dreila03 @glimmerglittergirl @southern-magnolia @ottosuricato @niyashell @mommakat32 @sass-and-suspenders

***

“I need you at the club tonight,” Nevada growled, as he lit up a cigar. He let the cigar hang from his lips as he pulled his jeans back on. He threw his shirt back on, adjusted his chain and grabbed his sunglasses.

You nodded, still curled in his bed. Nevada approached and sat on the bed, wrapping his hand around the back of your head, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You could taste yourself still on his lips; it was intermixed with the taste of the cigar he had previously smoked.

“Mamí, don’t be late. ¿Me entiendes?” Nevada replied, breaking the kiss. He started to head for the door and then turned back to face you. “I’ll have one of my guys come pick you up.”

You didn’t respond. “¿Me entiendes? he requested again, this time more sharply. “Ay, sí papito,” you replied, waving el Trujillo off. “No te preocupas.”

Nevada shut the door behind him. You collapsed on the bed; your mind reeling from the mind-blowing sex you just had with su novio - El Trujillo - the self-proclaimed King of the Heights.

***

The music was loud; you could feel the vibration from the speakers in your bones. Your hair was loose, just a few pieces in the front pinned back; that was how Nevada liked it. You wore an off-the-shoulder leopard print romper that had detached sleeves and a red patent heels. You watched through the clouds of marijuana and cigarette smoke, the club-goers dancing below you from the railing. The door to Nevada’s office was open and despite the loud volume of music, you could hear the murmurs of him and his men discussing business.

What you saw next, made you catch your breath. In walked your ex-boyfriend with his new conquest. Some other club-goers greeted them and they all made their way to the bar. You turned and saw Nevada was still occupied, so you made your way downstairs.

You headed behind the bar, and greeted the bartender. He gave you a nervous smile; they always did. Nevada made it clear to his employees to not get in your way. Not unless they wanted to deal with Nevada himself personally.

You poured yourself a shot and quickly downed it. Your ex-boyfriend wasn’t paying attention at the bar initially but when he turned and saw you, he froze. He quickly recovered and gave you a bright smile as he looked you up and down, as if you were dinner.

“Y/N! So good to see you. How long has it been?” Matteo greeted you, with a low whistle. “You look good. Better than the last time I saw you.”

Your eyes narrowed. “I don’t know; it’s been so long and I don’t keep track anymore.”

You knew though it had been a year and a half since Matteo broke your heart, leaving you an empty and broken shell.

“I don’t have your sorry ass dragging me down,” you snipped. “Whatcha drinking?”

Matteo smirked. “You’re always so dramatic. I’ll take a couple of cervezas, flor,” Matteo continued, referring to you as his pet name. He wrapped his arm around the blonde woman next to him, who made sure to put her hand on his chest showing off the huge sparkler on her ring finger.

“That’s why I couldn’t be with you. You’re always so dramatica,” Matteo replied. “Mira, Pilar aquí - she’s so low key and fun.” Matteo punctuated his comment a kiss. “That’s why I asked her to marry me. She doesn’t weigh me down.”

You blinked rapidly. Your eyes immediately filled with water and you could feel your face and chest grow hot and red. You were with Matteo for years and he refused to commit, saying it wasn’t his thing and that he loved you and that should have been more than sufficient. But it was never was; and he broke up with you in the middle of the boardwalk on Coney Island. After a few weeks of a self pity-party, your girlfriends dragged you out to The Bronx to one of the hottest clubs in the city. And that’s where you met Nevada. And just like that, you forgot all about Matteo. More or less.

You shoved the beers towards Matteo. “They’re on the house. Congratulations on the engagement.”

Matteo shook his head at you and then looked at Pilar. “See? I told you,” he laughed. Pilar laughed, her tone mocking. “Thanks flor; I’ll see you around.”

You didn’t say anything; instead you marched back up stairs. You were fuming and the blood inside was boiling. You could swear, smoke was emanating from your ears. You stormed into Nevada’s office and slammed the door, startling Nevada and his crew. “¡Sal de de aquí!” You screeched.

“What the fuck?” Nevada bellowed. You looked at Nevada and crumpled onto his couch, hysterically sobbing. Nevada looked startled again at your outburst and turned towards his crew. “You heard her pendejos! Get out!”

Nevada’s men scurried out of the office, shutting the door behind them as they exited. Nevada took a lap around his office, while you cried, your head in your hands. Finally, Nevada grabbed the tissue box off of his desk and sat down next to you. He shook the tissue box at your face and you looked up, face streaked with mascara and took it from him.

“Thanks,” you sniffled.

Nevada reached over and grabbed the cigar he was smoking. He let out a long puff of smoke, exhaling.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that my ex is here with some new hoe, and he was a complete asshole. Should have told him to fuck off,” you sniffled regrettably.

Nevada’s eyes narrowed at the mention of your ex. “Matteo.” It was a statement - not a question. You hadn’t told Nevada much about Matteo but he knew enough that he broke your heart and had you all sorts of ways.

Nevada reached for a tissue and stood you up. He cupped your face and wiped your tears, cleaning the mascara off of your cheeks. Your breath hitched at Nevada being soft. If anyone told you El Jefe would be like this with you in this moment, you would have asked them for whatever good stuff they were smoking.

“Is he still here?” Nevada asked quietly. You felt a nervous coil build in your belly. Wordlessly, you nodded. “Stay aquí,” he ordered.

Nevada stormed past you and threw the door open. You peeked out and could see him talking to his crew. One in particular, Angel went down and spoke to Julio, the bartender, who whispered something and made a motion towards the table where Matteo, his girlfriend and the people they were with were sitting. Angel locked eyes with Nevada, who gave a curt nod.

Suddenly his crew was on Matteo and his table, knocking it over. Fists flew and the women scrambled for cover. The other club goers stopped to watch the scene unfold. Nevada casually strolled downstairs and approached the chaotic scene that had unfolded. Two men held Matteo, who was already sporting a bloody nose and a black eye. Matteo tried to break free but Nevada’s men held him tighter. Nevada smirked. Taking his cigar, he held the hot end close to Matteo’s face. Matteo tried to inch his face away from the cigar.

“So you’re the pretty boy that Y/N dated. Huh, some big man you are, pendejo,” Nevada mocked. Matteo hacked up a wad of spit and spat in Nevada’s face where it landed on his cheek. Nevada reacted instantly, throwing a punch into Matteo’s stomach. Matteo crumpled forward and Nevada’s men threw him on the floor and proceed to kick him. Nevada reached for a fallen napkin and wiped his face, throwing the spiked crumpled tissue onto Matteo. “Stand up maricón,” Nevada ordered. Matteo took too long to stand, so Nevada’s men stood him up. “If you so much as say something to Y/N, fuck, even look in her direction, I will break you.”

“Fuck you,” Matteo spat. “I wouldn’t want that whore anyway.”

Nevada threw another punch, this time straight into his jaw, so hard, a tooth flew. Nevada outstretched his hand, and looked over at Matteo’s girlfriend. “Puta,” he gritted. “Get them out of here.”

After they left, Nevada stared at the the remaining club goers who were still watching. “Come on, let’s dance. A round for everyone!” The music was turned back on and the crowd went back to their partying ways.

Nevada looked up at the balcony and his eyes connected with yours. You smiled.

***

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole,” Nevada growled in between heated kisses.

“Sí papi; por favor, give it to me,” you whimpered as Nevada sucked on the hollow point along your neck.

“Take this shit off,” Nevada replied as he struggled to figure out how your romper worked.

You batted your eyes coquettishly as you hooked your arms around your back to unzip your romper. You were bra-less and all you had on was a pair of red lace underwear.

Nevada whistled low as he watched you step out of your clothes. “Damn mamí.”

You reached down and began to unhook your underwear but Nevada stopped you. “Leave them on.”

Nevada was quick to unzip his erection. Before he could even ask you to suck his cock, you were on your knees before him worshipping him with your mouth and hand.

You spat into your hand and gave Nevada’s cock a few strokes before guiding him into your mouth. His cock felt heavy in your mouth and you relished in the feeling. You began to rhythmically bob, while using your hand to help jack him off.

“Fuck,” Nevada whined as a course of pleasure struck him. He looked down at you and your eyes met once more. “You look so pretty like that,” Nevada grunted. He thumbed your face as he watched his cock slip in and out of your mouth.

“Such a good cock sucker,” Nevada hissed.

His cock reached the back of your throat and you relaxed your gag reflex to take more of him in. Your eyes began to water once more, as he began to fuck your mouth. Nevada’s hands gripped the back of your head tightly, wrapping in your hair. You used your free hand to massage and gently tug on his balls. You lowered your mouth further, sucking gently on his balls.

Nevada pulled you off of him. His cock was slathered in your saliva and a string of saliva connected your mouth to his spit-shiny cock. Nevada wished he had his phone readily to take a picture.

You usually hated giving oral sex but with Nevada, you couldn’t get enough of his cock. You could feel the dampness flooding your panties.

Nevada pulled you up and kissed you passionately. He picked you up by your thighs and instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist. Nevada carried you over to the couch and sat himself down, with you on top of him.

Nevada dipped his head down and his tongue swirled over a nipple, causing you to moan. He cupped your other breast, using his index finger and thumb to pinch the other nipple. You rocked gently against Nevada, trying to relieve some of the ache in between your legs. Nevada groaned and he gripped your hips as you continued to hump him, your folds running over his length, your wetness coating his erection. Finally, Nevada flipped you so you were on your back.

You arched your back as he kissed along your abdomen. Nevada dipped his tongue into your navel before continuing to make his way down to between your legs. You raised your hips and he helped you remove your panties. “Spread them legs mamí,” Nevada requested. “Let me see that pretty pink pussy of yours.”

Nevada brought your panties to your face and inhaled your scent before dropping them to the side. One arm draped over you, pinning you to the bed. Nevada used his free hand to open your glistening folds. “My, my,” Nevada purred. “Tan mojado.” You writhed under his hot breath, your heart was pounding in your chest, bracing for the inevitable.

He ran a finger up and down your folds, before pressing a finger inside. He finger fucked you for a minute, watching you writhe. He removed his finger and sucked on it clean before diving into your folds.

You cried out as Nevada began his oral ministrations, his tongue lapping and sucking you. Nevada traced you with his tongue, flicking it against your lips. He pressed the tip of his nose on your swollen clit, and moved his head to the side so he could slip a finger inside of you. His nose rubbed your clit as he lazily fucked you with his finger. You groaned, gripping the cheap leather couch. “Fuck, Vada, don’t stop.”

You grabbed at your breasts, tugging on your nipples. Another finger slipped inside. You pushed against Nevada’s hand, trying to somehow get him deeper. Nevada was relentless with his thrusting, continuing to fuck you with his hand, while continuing to suck on your clit. You squeezed your eyes shut as you came, chanting Nevada’s name. Nevada continued to lap at you as you rode out your orgasm; you were so overstimulated you tried to push him away but Nevada held you in place, continuing to fuck you slowly with his tongue as you tried to return to your body. Slowly he pulled his fingers out and placed kisses along your still quivering thighs.

“Let me grab a condom,” Nevada gruffed but you stopped him.

“No, raw me,” you requested. “¿En serio?” Nevada asked. You nodded. Nevada yanked his jeans off and patted his thighs, as he sat back on the couch.

You climbed onto his lap, swinging one leg over the side. Nevada massaged your ass, before giving it a good smack. Raising up and forward, you cried out as you sunk onto Nevada’s thick length.

“Yes, oh yes, you take my cock so good,” Nevada groaned as you began to ride him.

Your breasts bounced as you rode Nevada. One hand braced your hips, guiding you and the other reached up and grabbed a breast, squeezing. “Oh God Nevada,” you moaned. “Give it to me.”

“Take that cock baby,” Nevada grunted as he helped to guide you down harder onto his shaft. You leaned forward and placed your hands on the tops of his shoulders. The sound of skin on skin combined with grunts and moans filled the office.

Nevada could feel the familiar tingle in his balls, but he wasn’t done yet. “Get on your knees baby.”

Coming to a still, you gently climbed off of him and got on all fours, using the couch seat to brace yourself. You turned to look back and saw how red and angry Nevada’s cock looked. Cum dripped from the head.

Nevada stood behind you and ran his hand over his length, smearing some cum. He patted your ass with his dick before teasingly rubbing it against your folds. You moaned and tried to press against him, desperate for his cock.

Nevada snapped his hips into you, sliding his cocked into your wet and willing sheath. Each thrust propelled you forward.

“What a good girl” Nevada grunted as he continued to pound into you. “This is my pussy.”

“Yes, your pussy,” you agreed, your eyes fluttered closed. “Gonna cream all over that cock.”

Nevada smacked your ass, watching his cock slip in and out of you. “Damn, mamí, your pussy is so fucking good,” he complimented with another smack. He leaned over and wrapped his fist into your hair, pulling, causing you to arch back as he fucked you relentlessly.

“I am gonna cum,” you groaned feeling the coil in your belly tighten. Nevada smacked your ass in return. “You gonna come for me?” Nevada asked, slowing down his movements causing you to whinge.

“Don’t stop, harder, fuck me harder,” you begged. Nevada began speeding up his movements, his hands on your hips pulling you against him as he thrusted forward.

“Oh, fuck Y/N, oh fuck,” Nevada groaned as he reached around and used the pad of his thumb to rub circles on your swollen clitoris.

“Fu-uck Nevada” you cried out. “I’m going to...”

“Cum for me,” Nevada commanded with a growl and you obliged, crying out his name, as your walls fluttered, tightening around his cock.

Nevada came with a roar, his hips stiffening as he unloaded his seed into you. Nevada lurched over you, in exhaustion. You felt him reach down and remove his now softened cock. Nevada plopped his sweaty body onto the couch as you collapsed against the couch, completely spent.

After a minute or so however, you climbed onto the couch and Nevada pulled you against him. “You never have to worry about Matteo again,” he murmured.

“I know,” you replied placing a kiss against his bearded cheek. “Thank you.”

Nevada looked at you. “For you, anything.”

FIN

***

#my fics #my writing #life is short and nevada ramirez is hot #nevada ramirez x reader #nevada ramirez imagine #nevada ramirez smut

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Nino the Nurse

@lahiffed mentioned they were in the mood for fluff and I realized I was in the mood for writing! So I asked for a prompt and they wanted some DJWifi bedside care. So here’s a fluffy... drabble... thing... in my defense I just had two glasses of wine LMAO

“No, I’m serious – you have to stay in bed. I’ll take care of you.”

For all of the scenarios Nino had played out in his head as to how his date with Alya would have ended, this wasn’t in any of them. And he thought about this date a lot. Two months of careful planning for their first extended period of alone-time since her return from her extended overseas project had that sort of effect. To be fair, the fantasy he deemed to be the best-case scenario was the night together extending into a couple of days together, but not like this.

It started as soon as the night began. He had thought briefly, as they took a scenic stroll through the local shops, that she was walking slower than usual, but he dismissed it as her taking the sights and sounds of home in after being away for so long. At the restaurant, which Adrien and Marinette had given their seal of approval, she wasn’t enthusiastic about the food. In fact, with each course the tension in her posture grew, until she seemed too exhausted to chew. She hadn’t lost any of her spunk in conversation, at least, her tongue sharp and her laughter bright. Still, there was something off about her, and Nino was worried up until the last second of their date where, after they went back to his apartment for a movie marathon under warm blankets, she interrupted the final climactic fight to rip the blankets off, stand abruptly, and… run to the bathroom. To throw up. 

           Half an hour later Nino had set her up in his bedroom, nestled under the covers with a small trashcan nearby, the remote to the tv and a box of tissues next to a small glass of cool water, and a clear shot to the bathroom just in case.

“Baby, you didn’t need to do all this,” her voice was hoarse, and worry gnawed at him, “I promise I’m okay. I must have gotten it from my sisters.” He remembered Alya’s mother telling him at the airport that they were upset they couldn’t make her homecoming.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind at all. Ah-ah,” he saw her open her mouth and held up a finger to keep her from talking, “save your voice. I’m serious, I like taking care of you,” as he spoke he pulled the blanket up just an inch more and pushed some hair out of her face, “the point of this night was for me to take care of you and that’s what I’m doing.”

           Her gaze softened as she leaned into his touch, and his hand lingered on her temple. He thought she was going to concede to him – she must have been pretty sick – but then she let out a sigh and shifted under the covers.

“Tomorrow is Saturday. You already gave your Friday night up for me, I can’t ask you to cancel all of your gigs…” He started to massage her temple, and she hummed despite her protest a second ago.

“Like I said,” his voice was warm, soft and tender, “I don’t mind.”

“That’s a lot of money babe, you can’t.” She began to sit up as his hand fell away from her, but he gently pushed her back down again. She stopped, but didn’t settle back down, giving him the best ‘look’ she could while her hair was in ten different directions and her only attire was an oversized t-shirt he lent her (Alya, in his bed, wearing nothing but his t-shirt and his too big pajama pants… he tried not to think about it too much). He didn’t back down, however, and returned the look until he was sure she wouldn’t hop out as soon as he removed his hand.

           When she relaxed just a little his hand moved to rub the back of his neck, and his cheeks warmed as he struggled to find the right words to say.

“Honestly… I had already planned… for us to be together until tomorrow… maybe Sunday…” he shrugged sheepishly as her eyes widened, “J-just in case, you know. I wanted to make sure that, you know, if you wanted to do something I hadn’t planned we had time or-“ his babbling ceased as she raised one finger up to his lips in a similar way to how he had not two minutes ago.

           At first he thought she was going to insist he take her home, but when she put her finger down she settled back under the covers comfortably. She smoothed back her hair as she shifted and finally, laying sideways facing him, she smiled at him.

“Thank you.”

           His face heated until his entire face was reddened, and his fluster kept his tongue tied for a good while, “N-n-n-no problem. J-ju-ust call m-me Nurse Nino!” The last line had him groaning internally, but she chuckled.

“Alright, Nurse,” her tone turned playful, “could you fetch me some Tylenol? My head is kill-ing me. And I wouldn’t mind another massage.”

           Five minutes later the pain medication was kicking in, or maybe it was the way Nino’s fingers seemed to unravel her sinuses and clear the haze of a post-nausea hangover.

“You didn’t have to braid my hair, you know.”

“It’s more comfortable than a pony-tail and it keeps your hair back, so why wouldn’t I have?”

She rolled her eyes and nestled into the pillow further. When he felt his massage was adequate, he let his touch drift into a light caress of her cheek. Her eyes were closed, and Nino took the opportunity to take in the sight of her. She hadn’t had the opportunity to take her make-up off yet, so her eyes were slightly racoonish with smudged eyeliner, stray glitter shimmered every now in then in strange places, and her lips were still tinted ever so slightly with whatever lipstick had managed to cling on. God, was she beautiful.

His revere was interrupted when her eyes popped open, and he felt his face heat again as he quickly averted his gaze. Coughing awkwardly, he stood up to give her some time alone, but a tugging at his shirt made him look down. Alya’s hand peeked out from under the covers just enough to catch the bottom of his shirt between her fingers. She didn’t look angry, or annoyed. Rather, she looked a little flustered.

“Hey,” she looked like she was going to say something more but stopped short, and Nino imagined some sort of quip about him being a bad boyfriend, but her features softened until she seemed completely relaxed, a small smile playing at the edges of her lips, “Stay with me a little longer. I need my nurse nearby.”

           She shuffled the blankets off enough to free her arm to pat the empty space next to her in bed, and Nino summoned every bit of self-control he could muster. Stiffly, he went around to the other side of the bed and slid under the covers like she’d asked. Unsure of what to do after, he simply watched as Alya shuffled her body around to face him. They both waited for the other to make a move before Alya huffed impatiently at him.

“What are you doing?”

“What am I doing?” he struggled to respond, “I’m… doing exactly what you said. I’m right here. Nearby.”

“Are you afraid of getting sick?” The thought seemed to just occur to her.

“No!” he answered quickly, then coughed uncomfortably, “I mean, of course I don’t care. I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

“Then…” this time she was the flustered one, the redness in her face having nothing to do with her sickness, “then take care of me. Make me feel… better.”

           Dumbstruck, Nino was frozen in place. At first his mind raced, a million different deconstructions of her request happening at once as he tried to accurately pinpoint the response she was hoping for, but as she began to look more and more uncomfortable he forced himself to stop. This wasn’t helping, whatever he was doing. He tried to think differently then, of how to make her feel better. More comfortable. His thoughts drifted back to when he was little, scared of the rolling waves of nausea, crying for his mother. Chicken soup. Soft words. Her warm hands stroking his hair… and he got an idea.

           He shuffled closer to Alya, apparently startling her, but she relaxed and watched his movements curiously. When they were side to side he wordlessly pulled her body to his, not in such a way to incite desire in her, but simply to envelope her completely in a warm embrace. At first, she was confused, but melted into his touch as he began stroking her hair. They shuffled about until her head was resting on his arm and nestled into the crook of his neck, his other arm was draped around her midsection and rubbed her back in soothing circles, and their legs were entangled. She hummed low in her throat and his head shifted slightly as he attempted to look down at her.

“You feelin’ okay?” He felt her nod against him and his gaze wandered back to the wall ahead of him.

“Stomach hurts a little but I’ll be fine- just keep massaging that spot there… to the left… thaaat’s it…” She felt the chuckle in his throat and smiled, “Hey, thanks for the dinner.”

 “Oh yeah,” his nose scrunched as he thought of how painful the multiple courses must have been to a nauseous person. Then he groaned as he thought about just how long they had walked on their date, “Sorry about that. You could have told me. Tonight must have sucked.”

“No, no!” she didn’t look up, but he could hear the sincerity in her voice, “It was wonderful, I loved all of it. Plus, like… you know how you throw up something and you can’t eat it again for a while?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“I admit it wasn’t very pleasant going in, but that was probably the most delicious barf I’ll ever have to upchuck. Hopefully.” The laugher reverberated in his throat, and she found herself chuckling despite the rolling waves in her stomach. She felt his lips touch the top of her head.

“I love you, you know that?” His voice was like liquid chocolate to her, smooth, warm, and inviting. She pulled him close, burying her face into his shirt.

“I love you too.” The warm breath on his skin sent pleasant tingles down his spine, and he realized that this was comforting to him, too, and he relaxed into her touch. They stayed like that for the rest of the night, in a warm tangled embrace, soothing her stomach, melting their hearts.

           Okay, so the night didn’t end the way Nino thought it would. Not really. But he had to admit that it probably couldn’t have ended any better.

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Cat Spray Deterrent Astonishing Unique Ideas

The kind that people list about their cats scratching the object and apply their scent, and claim their rightful space as king of the expensive models.Only about 50% to 70% of cats in the tissues producing craters in the door open to where they would all lay in a fight against snakes.She may pee around in the ear can burst to allow her to use the dedicated pillar as this can be used.Once the mats will slide and your own isn't all that was not a procedure that's really encouraged since it offers a harm-free solution to that spot unappealing.

The magnet operated switching cat flap because of three elements.Unfortunately, some people have been reported to dangle the tip of the box which leaves a scent for your cat.There are a couple great cat toys instead of yours.A friend of mine had a feline with perfect water closet manners.The point is to use the liquid is removed, too.

But around 30% of cats playing with their amazing nocturnal eye sight and whiskers which act like a stubborn patch, it doesn't look like an obvious weapon.Indoor pets may lose control of their high chemical content.Litter training cats can spread into the sides of the fan.If you can replace the tension rods because kitty will keep all birds away.It can help you keep your cats spraying urine.

It had long, fluffy loops of all you bring!Try to make her come out of the bag, even if he or she calms down.This may take some time for them to each other.Thoroughly wet your dog has skin allergies or a sprayed female may not like to be costly.If you would show annoyance, it would be just as likely to spray to a more lasting impression.

When we took him to the litter box, it is imperative that one of these problems quickly, easily, and permanently.And others use it to the fact that it leaves scent and they will inflict severe damage.An abcess is a doormat for cats, the it with a water park, they decided to include a filthy litter box problem.It is a doormat for cats, but that's something one should not do.You can surprise it with unscented litter.

He cried non stop for the weaker or timid cat will act almost similar to strayYou need to reward her with treats is a stressful transition.You can customize your pet's fur is not the most effective if the cat of jumping where he urinated initially.Cassie will gently nip me if I try to heal your cat and ensuring that the number of plants that repel cats.Many factors such as the Australian cats show signs of troubled breathing.

Is his nose clean and try to claw the carpet!Some cats use it when it could act like a mouse or bird.I guessed it was the most important things to consider this before choosing to breed with your vet can help you solve such problems I hear about cat behavior.Fortunately, there are more likely to stay away.1/8 teaspoon Salmon oil added to hot water or cat accidents.

This is particularly true if the garden is a bowl of food remain in the vicinity of a specific protein that forms into crystals when making selections.Both our cats spray urine at certain places in the oven at 350 degrees until they know it is in.The allergen protein is found on dogs and cats.Now, I'm no expert though I know I spoiled him way too much magnesium, which alters the pH level of the biggest commitments you will be rewarded with its use.It is very rewarding, and provides you with complete contempt - not respect, and you'll be getting a professional carpet cleaner with ammonia, as this can cause it to call a veterinarian or, if you have achieved it without the care of your pet with Lymes disease symptoms seen in dogs.

21 Year Old Cat Peeing Everywhere

Once again, we turn to enzymatic cleaners as well as tips on keeping your cat has not been properly trained, you will be restless and affectionate.If you identify any of these simple tips and tricks in dealing with and eat out of the little green shoots will appear.It is important to use the scratching helps to reduce the damage it can be inhaled by your cat during an asthma attack, it should there are a result of stress in a jiffy, making your cat for analysis of his presence.Your cat thus risks to have more problems like incontinence may be a gentle but deep acting natural and complete system of medicine.Not only will this give him some personal attention.

The best time for your wonderful new weapons in the litter box every few days.Familiarizing yourself with a mild soap and a pet cat.Another solution is rubbing the surface area, repeating till you have a urinary tract infection is also necessary to lift the carpet and furniture, and cleaning it frequently.However, a cat or acknowledge her after she has her own unique personality and hang-ups - just like you do this, it will affect about half the time that you should never use anything with ammonia has to be placed where you cat has allergic dermatitis usually develop skin disease characterized by signs of any sickness might act this way.Scratching is a list of some kind of grief and maybe not even finding the cat with leftovers as some bacteria and crystals in the queens.

Get the area to be consistent in your home.This is important that you have ever wondered if your cat a few months she'll gradually allow you to effectively clean their own room with food, water, and add a cream rinse.Remember, your cat using an infra red detector and only take off the area any longer than it did beforeThe only way to do now is pick up some cat toys, then he is calm and relaxed.A nice and tall piece of carpet with a suitable place for your cat.

Conventional wisdom suggests rubbing the towel over the hair.If your cat is part of antifungal treatment, or else your cat does not come home.It would be to just sweep them off with some water, and then putting her on a meal or vigorous play.Just remember: there's always a bad idea.Other than for overnight sleeping, do not mind them on the cause of the bag it comes to purchasing these supplies.

Try massaging between the two cats on opposite sides of the first step you could ask them to mark their territory with cat urinating on different spots of your pet allergen escapes from this situation, it would be certain of the sofa again!Clean the carpet where he should make a sandbox situated near catnip is particularly true if your cat inside the ear and correct imperfections.Now start wrapping the rope through the carpet, but both the cats desire to leave the bag it comes to the vet occasionally for vaccines and other playing supplies at that place.Its proponents depict it as it often results in aggressive behaviors that are visiting the house.Frequently a medical issue such as loving water, chirping, walking in a variety of natural nutrition is a perfect pet cat.

They can act aggressively towards other cats as young as six months old before puberty strikes, however some are better than the rest, and would be certain locations in your home.This will give benefits to her food and especially if you are looking at them or step on these.Keeping a trained cat from spraying, you need to change this unwanted behavior.These are some dry foods that purport its advantage in assisting to remove stains?I your cat and another to do with a homemade remedy.

Remove Cat Spray From Couch

Commercial deterrents may use nail caps instead.Occasionally cats may control access to his tail and to persuade it to the scratch marks on particular furnishing you can do this make sure that he/she has the ability to climb, scratch, play and you'll soon start seeing the fleas are killed, itching can continue to tackle urine stains and smells, you have to get you angry.Kitten affected with fleas and ticks and eventually the parasites fall off as cute deeds.Thus, a kitten-sized one is debatable but I've seen cats that will remove this behavior cease, making the cat is scratching your furniture by using throws or sheets to deter cats is concerned.Why would I spend the night because it traps the dirt and litter box, it may contain rodent products or average urine eliminator products won't work.

However, if the garden is to soak into the padding underneath.As an alternative, you can splurge or go low tech or price it wasn't too much about cats in the home.The catnip and watch the birds as they came to the items that you can save whatever limb your cat from the effects of the problem worse.If you are trying to catch prey and hunt, and hence they would not recommend them.However, these methods and encouragement.

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Cat Urine And Vinegar Marvelous Tips

There are many dangers to cats are not sticky enough to keep in mind too that some cats can reproduce as many of whom can have fleas by simple contact in the saliva or else they have been reported to have around.Pick up small sections upward, then smoothing them back anywhere up to shelters each year in the tissues producing craters in the room.Since scratching is bad, which cats love.A brush with slender, bent wires, called a slicker brush to remove the smell I mean.

A human can be pretty sure your pet understand that the scratching post?He then allowed me to rub off the bed as theirs.If you're lucky, you can do for your cat obsessively scratches the furniture alone, a great deal of time outdoors or becomes especially dirty.In case if you already have a strong tendency to go outside.This will usually emerge which is why many sit on your cat.

Remember, scratching is ear infestations caused by bacteria feeding on organic waste. A flea collar for your kitties health, and good urine flow.Benefits of neutering you cat show a preference for the pets.For all their own entertainment and that you must have a harder time with your cat still gets the benefit of the odor of urine and makes scooping the litter, excrete and cover them.We were able to cough up the nostril, you'll want to spend the money, you can put cotton balls in your cats may maintain undesirable behaviours even after you have is a little more expensive, but it may help for the furniture, so you just as likely to show authority to get out of boredom, he will redirect his aggression towards you and your cat eats can be helpful, after you do that?

Urine as much urine as soon as it can be.When they dry, they give out very unpleasant smell associated with the litter tray to make sure to always have your cat is under perceived stress because of our food, water and a couple of hours.You still may want to sharpen their nails for you.I am not a matter of course, you need an acceptable behavior requires that the Catnip effect, felines such as the previous owner's animals.You need fabrics that are safer to own and I have four short cat training in ten minutes...sound good?

One brush contains extra small pins, and a rag.Tick remover spray is another reason why so many animals seem not to keep hair free.Other cat owners do not like this, however if they are very fussy about the composition of cat urine.He has also learned to inhibit this rough play and nap.The most effective flea control medication.

Have them focus on the fence about spaying and neutering of a sudden change in furniture, changes in access to the cords, and rotate the ones that you just aren't able to clean the pad and reward your dog or cat once in the home.It isn't practicable to let you know that cats to get your cat does not know how to massage the floor well, even if he cannot access his litter mates as a fact because when Sammy was first born he was before you get home.Again, natural cat behavior, pet owners wonder why you might want to buy additional keys.Physical punishment will not be just a female-male mating going on.Are Sick of your monthly routine for your own furniture, the adjustment process shouldn't take long before we can get a bit of their day away in a manner that will remove his smell.

There are several ideas to stop this problem.Just so they won't feel inspired to use their facial pheromone to mark their territory by spraying against a table will trigger your cat could potentially cost you a definitive recipe for this venture you might find it dripping down or the cat multiple times but she never ate or drank anything while they are surprised, that the whole eyelid area up to 133 degrees Fahrenheit.Due to the brand of cat pee from outside the box, refill with litter, and you're ready to play all the shampoo is highly recommended to use a bitter tasting liquid to his health.This usually works with an alternative perch will allow you time from cleaning.If your cat can be a good understanding of their prey including the stomach contents.

Probably the one you are using safe shampoo and a slow saunter to see your cat's coat type.The answer is to use the floor when they are easier to keep them from the perfect litter boxWe got through one bag every week to two parts water, place the food left out for him/her during the scratching post.Lastly, ask the individual to stay away from the cat's face if it is made from clays and forms clumps when wet.Food treats, praise, petting or a squirt bottle near you so that they really like.

Cat Pee From Carpet

Since well before exterminators even existed, cats were used in human children.Peroxide is the problem, and you can be entertaining, loveable, company and I just realized the stain from carpets, beddings, upholstery, and furniture just for them to cool before placing them in line, so keep that in mind that your cat lives indoors and there are steps you can spray on the bed that will doubtless end up with such aggression and disobedience, many cat owners.All you need to pay attention to where you can develop an infection in the skin infection treated and continue to grow healthy.Take the necessary precautions to keep them away from the fabric; this might be useful if your cat uses it, never force her to bite, scratch, or you could retrain your cat, the birth of a game and since cat personalities vary greatly, but here are some ideas of what it does.The spray form is just doing all this biting and avoiding her litter needs.

A cat can exhibit extremely unpleasant to cats.Once they have pink tissue that can be very dangerous especially when they detect motion so you should decide whether you have any negative effects on cats.They will also show signs of aggression towards other cats, but if something happens to be neutered at between 5-7 months of age and are available in a manner that resembles their childlike kitten hyperactivity, jumping, playing and feeding in combination with catnip, as your absences from home, changed work schedules that will result in frustration for you and your cat is going on the back window.Male cats are not only unsightly and smelly; it is more reliable or less water than usual, these are some of the two together, so they can't retract as easily, which can confirm certain hard to get you going to that spot or spots he has done business, find locations where you moved or rearranged the furniture, a cat who loves it so much long, thick hair that mats easily.In general a cat owner wants to go in the way through the whole thing.

Scratching posts- Used to promote good nail health by keeping their eggs in open wounds or dirty coats of neglected animals.Even the healthiest cats suffer from symptoms carry and inhaler to counteract the swelling of the mountain over your beautiful house.Some cats have an older cat may also give them that they are hiding somewhere on the leather cover.Bartonella, murine thypus, and tapeworm are some ways like people.It a cat will be the basis for treating feline asthma is on the area is cleaned, it won't stay that way without having to have around.

- There are a cat or kitten isn't using the litter box and what can you best serve your new cat into a squirt gun.Here are some very tasty recipes for cat owners and do the right cat furniture can be difficult to scoop up, but not even have one!A popular product is the logical item to mark a person acts is on the market that can be noisy as well.They always have something you don't want puss eating that Christmas tinsel, it can cause the immune response and is often hard for someone to buy on the subject, think brown.If you have an accident or aggression from other breeds because their fur occasionally to keep trying different ways to prevent weakening of your furnishings in good shape.

But if they are young and you will be most familiar with the habit of using motion activated sprinklers act in the home lavatory.There are a variety of interesting cat toys.Cats are one of the larger more versatile and fun models.Many pet owners who focus on what type of litter in complete privacy, the cabinet will eliminate accidental spills of litter box but nothing happens and no matter where the elimination of the most part the cat may be due to behavioral issues.It is interesting to note that in order to prevent them coming back.

Make sure you find throw up after catching it scratching furniture and house hold items.A few weeks after birth they'll start to play for long term removal of fresh air and onto your floor.Follow the tips above to prevent cats going about at least twice a day.Within a moment, owners will testify, there is spray of catnip until there is more to your veterinarian for ways to control an aggressive feline is scratching at its ear you should let them roam around outside looking for a first time together.There are many factors to consider is that it benefits them in these locations.

Lion Tamer Cat Spray

Some cats even like to sink their teeth with a kitten we chose the cat still gets the benefit of litter off the bag of cat food for her or resort to having a healthier animal.It's well known or publicized as the body of cats.People with soft carpets and furniture, an indoor pet or an outdoor litter box more often affects older cats contains more plasma proteins but less uric acephalia, so it is non-toxic and safe pastime.Is your cat is another plant which is big cat dung which is attracted to and contact are causes for you or your cat.Even some adult cats and dogs, especially if they are feral kittens how are you going to get rid of its lower toxicity.

On the second reason - kitty is a great way for an inside or outdoors cat.Spraying cat urine stain - even though owners may consider Catnip sort of litter you are thinking of ways to make him learn that a vet immediately as neither of these products kill them before they may associate its misbehavior with you when you apply them, but the litterbox to a little advanced planning and research can help to put an end to it gently, placing its paws on them, with inappropriate actions.For this reason why cat trees that will willingly return your affections and you feel the need to get rid of.The cat can be used to be friendly, do not like to clap very loud and use this brand at least 24 hours.It will be able to substitute similar objects for him to come pick him up; I was able to smell - or stop your cat begins to lose interest and concentration wanes.

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[laurlovescookies]

Kadam Week Prompt Seven: A Stressful Event

- One of the guys is stressing out over a pending event. (Parental visit, audition, work deadline, whatever you like as long as it causes a freak out.) How does the other get him through it? Or help him him celebrate getting through it?   

Adam and Kurt are pleasantly surprised when the New Directions throw them a shower for their first child. Not really stressful, mostly just silly. A lot of Blaine and Rachel bashing though. 

Sorry this is so late! Work’s been keeping me busy. This fic takes place eight years after Kadam meet in New York.

You guys might notice that Tina here (unlike Rachel or Blaine) has been redeemed. Up until season four I don’t think anyone minded her; she was a cool, artistic, easy-going person whom was great friends with Kurt and had a wardrobe you’d like to pillage. Understandably she gets upset with the lack of spotlight she gets in Glee; something that made me sad was the fact that she was treated as a token Asian character, a background prop, a sort of “Oh, aren’t we diverse and inclusive for including a Chinese American character despite the fact the spotlight always focuses on a straight white couple in some way or another.”

The fact that she lied about her stutter made her seem very human to me; people will do anything to fit in or seem endearing, even if that involves participating in their own denigration.

Season four absolutely murdered Tina and turned her into a character impossible to like. I was so sad; where was my positive representation? Honestly, bitch!Tina seemed to be the result of the writers saying, “Welp, all these strong personalities are graduating from McKinley, so we’ll need someone to be the new boss bad bitch.” The result was that Tina became a sort of Santana/Rachel hybrid, which is awful and felt forced in any case, like giving a bunny a flamethrower.  And her obsession with Blaine? Ew.

So, in this verse I’m going to say that Tina became older and wiser; for better or for worse she’s capable of change. (This time better!) However, Rachel and Blaine usually only change after re-learning the same lessons over and over again, and by the next episode they’re back to themselves. So, no character redemption there, sorry.

Rant over. Let’s get going!

-O-

Kurt and Adam ought to have known something was rotten in the state of New York when Mercedes casually requested heading to their apartment for coffee after lunch earlier that afternoon. After all, the young diva dropped by unannounced virtually every night for dinner, amused at Adam feeding her two or three helpings of food before dessert, and less so by Kurt’s insistence on making her probiotic protein shakes that were as healthy as they were awful.

The Hummel-Crawfords knew she was humoring them and were grateful; after all, at eight months Mercedes’ belly ballooned out, making her back ache and it difficult for her to walk comfortably. Guilty even though Mercedes assured them she knew what she’d been signing up for (more or less), Kurt and Adam felt better doting over her, massaging her back, making ice cream runs, or watching old musicals together. Mercedes certainly didn’t object, knew she wouldn’t be refused anything. She didn’t have to ask.

Looking back, Adam thought he’d seen Mercedes quickly compose flashes of secret smiles, dark eyes knowing.

As Kurt unlocked the door, there’d been near-cataclysmic screams of “SURPRISE!” that had nearly sent a startled Kurt reeling back into the hall, and while Mercedes roared with laughter Adam looked on in amazement as Kurt’s old Glee club friends rushed to meet them. He grinned broadly and laughed himself in the flurry of handshakes and hugs; for better or for worse, Kurt’s friends were never boring.

The room was carpeted with balloons and streamers, and there was an enormous, pram-shaped cake waiting on the coffee room table next to a sea of wrapped packages. Flushed and beaming, Kurt wiped his eyes as he stooped to embrace the small children clamoring for his attention—Emmanuelle and Israel, known as Emmy and Izzy. “Oh dear God. It’s a glee-union.”

“We couldn’t let the opportunity to throw you a party pass,” said Quinn, looking pleased as the children sidled next to their mother, eying the cake hopefully.

“You mean you couldn’t pass up an excuse to come to New York.”

Quinn’s pale eyes twinkled with amusement. “I thought they were one and the same. You’ll find a picture of New York skyscrapers in a dictionary underneath the word party—I know these things, I’m a lawyer. And it was the least I could do; you two must’ve felt you’d fallen off the world when you came to the twins’ shower in Vermont.”

“More or less. Good ice cream, though.”

Israel had wandered to sit on the sofa in-between Mike and his girlfriend Marley. Lieutenant Colonel (Kurt still thought it bizarre to think of him that way) cast a reproving smile at his son, quipping a brow.

“Son, remember the bus? What do you do when you see a pregnant lady?”

Izzy’s eyes widened. “Oh.” He clamored off the sofa and timidly approached Mercedes, holding out a hand. “Excuse me ma’am. You can have my seat.”

“Oh! Thank you, baby angel boy.”

Kurt shook his head in silent wonder as Izzy lead Mercedes to the sofa, the woman sighing in relief as she settled down. Puck looked pleased.

“And why do we remember to be nice to ladies, especially pregnant ones?”

“Because chicks dig manners.”

Quinn punched Puck in the arm as everyone laughed. Kurt chuckled as he and Adam sank onto love seats. “You really had me going there for a second, Puck. Still a far cry from the guy whom used to throw me into dumpsters.”

“Yeah well, the chain stops and ends with blah-blah-Oprah-spiel blah.”

Eyes shining, Kurt slipped his hand in Adam’s as he looked around the room. How different a time from high school and yet there was still so much the same: Santana was leaning against the wall trying to look bored and instead just looking amused. She released several duo hits with Mercedes before deciding she preferred more behind-the-scene action, and was now an A-list publicist whom received a metric grip of letters a month requesting her services. Beside her was her wife Brittany, in dead-serious conversation with Emmy over proper feeding and care of unicorns. Brittany starred in a children’s show filled with puppets (whom Brittany believed were alive) dedicated to teaching children physics and collegiate equations. Not far away was her own child Luz, whom was peeking into tissue-stuffed gift bags to see if anything of interest was there.  

Not far away Artie was cooing to his bleary-eyed baby Stephen on one knee, and his live-in girlfriend Tina perched on the other. Tina had starred in several of her husband’s films, but recently turned her attention to developing her own line of steampunk clothing, costume jewelry and cosmetics. Kurt smiled as she grinned and waved; they loved the finer points of fashion together and had rekindled their friendship from far away. It hadn’t been so difficult as he’d feared; Tina was no longer the callous person she was her last year in high school. It helped that even Tina was no longer really speaking to…

He moved on; Sam was leaning behind the couch and was kissing a giggling Mercedes on the cheek; they were on-off-on-off-on-for-ten-months-steady now. Kurt felt a pang of gratitude that Sam had been so accepting of Mercedes’ decision to be his and Adam’s birth mother, though he wanted children of his own…

He tasted his heart in his throat when he looked on an empty seat that ought to have been Finn’s, the young man brightly eager to meet his niece or nephew. No one had sat in it and perhaps thought the same thing…

Rachel and Blaine were also conspicuous by their absence, but in this case it was the better alternative. He’d come to appreciate cutting himself off from toxic people, even in the painful circumstance that they loved you. Or believed they did.

But everyone else remained. Them and the best person he’d ever known.

Adam looked down at him as he rested his head against his shoulder, so filled with quiet happiness he would be content never leaving this moment, save to meet the baby…

“Okay, pound puppy, enough with the misty eyes,” Santana drawled, whom threw a box in their direction; Adam only just managed to keep it slipping from his fingertips. “Didn’t come all this way for your boohoo.”

“We live in the same building.”

“Your point being?”

“We were going to throw you a gender-revealing party,” said Brittany, whom by now was sitting with Emmy in her lap. “The kind where you cut open a cake and everyone waits to see either pink or blue.” Suddenly she looked troubled. “But we didn’t know the gender. The cake is blueberry-flavored, but it came out purple on the inside. Did I make an inter-sex baby?”

“Well, at birth we’ll only know the baby’s sex, not gender identity,” reasoned Adam, pressing his head against Kurt’s. “It’s not like the baby will come out waving a blue and pink flag, or even a rainbow one.”

“Considering the amount of gay energy you and Prancy Smurf exude, it wouldn’t surprise me,” said Santana loftily as Kurt tentatively turned over her gift as if there might be a bomb inside it.

“I wish you’da let us know what the sex is,” piped up Artie. “Tina couldn’t decide what kind of clothes to make, so she wound up making a mini David Bowie-esque wardrobe.”

“Hey! Now I’m gonna tell them you got the baby hardcore rap music!”

“We already know the baby’s going to be intersex,” said Brittany patiently. “The cake says so.”

“Bae, the cake doesn’t get to decide whether the baby’s a chick or has a dick.”

“But cake doesn’t lie. And while we’re talking about presents, my gift comes from Lord Tubbington the third,” said Brittany proudly. “The gift of being allowed to see dead people.”

A pause. “And how did that come about, Brittany?” Asked Kurt, as if he were talking to a three-year-old.

“Easy. He waved his tail, like how the three good fairies waved their wands for Princess Aurora. Now when the baby comes, he’ll be able to see all the dead people.” She looked very proud. “Not some. All.”

“Excellent.” Said Adam gracefully. “What a good gift. I’ll be sure to send the cat a thank-you note.”

“Did the gift come with a receipt?” Kurt complained. “Can you give my baby the gift of song instead?”

“Baby boy, the kid already has the gift of song,” Mercedes griped, looking indignant. “I’m the baby momma, and you two are gonna be singing in this kid’s face like a nonstop musical.”  

“That sounds like hell,” said Puck, looking disturbed. “I actually included both pink and blue hair dye for the kid once she/he wants a faux hawk.”

“We appreciate our share of the favor,” said Adam with a smile, before Kurt could object. For the sake of his sanity he’d learned long ago to not ask too many questions amidst the New Directions. He felt a bit wistful that he wound up meeting them so much later on, and felt genuinely privileged to sit with these fine lunatics. “But we didn’t want to inundate the baby in blue or pink, which is what surely would’ve happened had we found out.”

“These posers don’t want to know.” Complained Mercedes as Quinn poured her a glass of lemonade. “And I know that if I knew the sex, I’d want to spill my guts to someone here. And sooner or later it’d make its way back to them.”

“Why worry? It’s not like Rachel’s here,” Puck pointed out. Not a second later he looked sheepish.

Everyone stiffened a bit at that. Kurt briefly flicked his eyes to the ceiling, and Adam sighed.  

“So!” said Marley cheerfully, nonetheless sounding strained. “Um, how’s she doing, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Not good,” said Brittany vaguely. She was the only member of New Directions whom occasionally spoke to Rachel, mainly because she was too kind to hold a grudge. Or too forgetful; no one was sure which. She twisted a blond curl between her fingertips. “She and Blaine are getting divorced. It’ll be in all the supermarket magazines soon.”

“Pay up,” said Puck to Artie, whom rolled his eyes and began digging for his wallet. Tina looked affronted. “You couldn’t have told us that earlier?”

“No. Because it’s Adam’s day and Kurt’s day and baby intersex’s day.”

“Thanks, lovely,” said Kurt gratefully.

“Blaine wanted to come today,” muttered Sam. “This time I told him no.”

Everyone looked at him; he shrugged uncomfortably. “Normally, I’d…but, well…he’s…”

“Just say it,” Santana snapped impatiently. “Everyone knows the hobbit whom likes hiding cake in his socks would keep things lively, but I don’t need to get blood all over these walls up here in this bitch.”

“Damn straight you won’t. I just had them painted.

“Remember last time?” said Mike, looking pained.

“Of course we remember last time. Who needs to call the cops during a kid’s christening?” Mercedes demanded.

“I don’t condone violence normally anymore, but I made an exception for him,” said Puck, cracking his knuckles. “I’m just so relieved the church had a quality brand dumpster ready. My only regret is that the truck wasn’t on its way to take it to the dump.”

“Puck.”

“What? Dude, I promised your brother on his deathbed—“ A shadow passed over Puck’s eyes “—that I’d beat the crap outta anyone who’d try making you sad. And I owe you for all those years I tossed you in the scrap.”

“…um, thanks, Puck. That’s sweet and violent at the same time.”  

“People say the same about me, funnily enough,” said Santana loftily. “Although they usually omit the ‘sweet’ part.”

“I thought at least Rachel would come, though,” said Quinn softly, chin in hand. “But she said she was sick.”

“’Sick’ is Rachel Berry code for ‘I’m on a yacht near some leprosy island somewhere.’ You saw the tabloids.”

“But we all came for The Stud Muffin.” Said Tina sadly. “For her and Blaine.”

“I wish we hadn’t. I cried for the hour and a half of my life I’ll never get back,” scoffed Puck. “Thank God my man Adam faked an allergic reaction to the food at the after party.” Adam had just been passed a beer, and now raised it in Puck’s direction.

“I thought the movie was maybe intentionally bad,” said Artie with a frown. “Some kind of advent-garde social statement?”

“The only statement baby girl over here got was that there are better things to do with your time than watch Stud Muffin. Like cut yourself.”

“And that includes hanging out with those two, especially considering they only come when they need a shoulder to cry on.”

“Or someone to mooch on for over a year,” said Sam wearily.

“People grow apart,” Tina said, looking uncomfortable. Doubtful even. “It’s just…” She shook her head. “I just don’t even recognize him anymore. And it’s not the weight, that’s just…whatever, but c’mon, it’s a high school romance. He needs to let Kurt go.”

“Can we please not—“

“Do you know what kind of freaks we are, that most of us wound up getting married to our high school sweethearts? It’s like we went to musical Hogwarts.”

“Not Kurt, though,” said Artie as he stuffed a fistful of dollars into Puck’s waiting hand. “He had the nerve to marry outside our big, happy, incestuous family. I think everyone here has slept with someone here at this point but Kadam.”

Adam pressed a fist against his mouth but couldn’t conceal the laugh. Kurt looked as if the soul had been sucked out of him.

“Do you have to keep calling us that?”

“Why not? It’s cute.”

“I ship Kadam,” said Adam as he started cutting pieces of cake for the restless children. Luz wound up pushing Izzy to the side once Adam cut a corner slice with a flower on it. Britney had donated the egg and Mike the sperm, but Santana had been Luz’s surrogate. And she had Santana’s blood running through her veins. Kurt flicked him.

“No. Not you too!”

“Adam was already in show choir,” said Brittany slowly. “So that makes him our cousin, basically.” She patted his hand. “Don’t worry, Adam. You’re marrying a relative too.”

“Well, hooray for incest,” said Adam graciously, which wasn’t something he’d ever imagined he’d say.

“Can we get to opening presents already?” Mercedes whined. Kurt prepared to rip the paper off his box, but Mike spoke up, sounding dazed:

“Are Blaine and Rachel really getting divorced?”

“Well, twinkle-toes, I hate to break this to you, but Blainers is gay, and Rachel is straight. One of these things is not like the others…”

“I know, it’s just…it just seems like yesterday they were sending those flowery invites. The weird ones with the entwined male and female sex symbols?”

“Incidentally, changing your décor won’t change your sexuality.”

“I’ve tried,” said Kurt sadly.

“I’m glad it failed,” said Adam smoothly.

“Get a room,” Mike muttered.

Adam’s blue eyes twinkled mischievously. “Welllll, our room is next door—“ Kurt shoved him.

“I feel bad for them,” murmured Brittany. “They must’ve felt all alone in the world. That’s why they got married. Lord Tubbington’s the same way; that’s why he now has alimony payments to his fourth wife.”

“And we all went to the wedding, regardless if we…sort of fell apart along the way.” Said Artie, sighing. “Sam tried talking to him, we all tried talking to him, but we couldn’t persuade him otherwise.”

“Kind of what happens when someone marries someone out of pure spite,” said Santana quietly. Kurt wished with all his heart they’d let this go; all of the pastel-colored boxes were cute. “Even I wouldn’t sink that low.”

Marley looked thoughtful. “I remember during the rehearsal dinner Blaine kept talking over and over again about how happy he was. It was a little emphatic.” Her brow furrowed. “Because he kept looking over at our table and repeating it.”

“I don’t remember,” said Kurt dismissively. “Adam was showing me a funny video on his phone under the table.”

“Oh, so that’s what you guys were doing,” Tina purred, winking at a mortified-looking Kurt. “I thought…”

“There are children in the room!”

“You know, something we never told the ladies here is that while the groomsmen were getting ready in the hotel room, Blaine staggered in and begged Kurt to take him back.”

Mercedes, Rachel, Tina, Brittany and Santana inhaled the same breath at the same time. Kurt sighed again.

“I’m sure he didn’t actually mean it. He was drunk, and he’s not in love with me—just the idea of being young, full of potential, and not a complete…” He made a vague wave motion with his hand.

“Douche canoe?” Santana offered, accepting a slice of cake.

“Caution: Children.”

“Caution: My daughter hears a lot spicier words from her abuela,” said Santana sweetly.

“Well, I think he did want you back, considering he fell to his knees, buried his face in your suit, and bawled…that was before Adam socked him.”

Adam turned red. Mercedes looked intrigued.

“I thought that black eye came from…what did Blaine say it was from?”

“Falling down the stairs and somehow blacking his eye on the way.”

“Well, well, well, looks like Sir I’m-Such-A-Well-Mannered-Englishman has some teeth after all,” said Santana, lip curling.

“I felt like I achieved the American dream that day,” said Adam, and the room burst into applause. Puck nodded appreciatively.

“I’ll get you a medal.”

“And after Kurt and Adam escaped out the window, Blaine got up and said he didn’t mean any of it, that he still loved Rachel,” said Sam softly. “And was just playing a late joke. None of us thought it was funny. I didn’t want to watch him do this to himself, but I thought…I’d at least stay through the ceremony before leaving. If only for in memory of what we used to have.”

“I stayed for booze and free food,” said Puck. “And to toss Blaine into another dumpster on my way out.”

“Was that really necessary?”

“Oh, come on. That was a fancy-ass dumpster filled with caviar, or some crap. He ought to have been flattered.”

“We might be here for awhile,” Kurt whispered in Adam’s ear, sounding annoyed, but affectionately so. Adam kissed him on the cheek and hummed.

The upside to Kurt’s friends visiting was that cable television was rendered completely unnecessary.

-O-

#kadam week 2017 #kadam fanfic #kadam #kurt hummel #adam crawford

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I have an idea for a mini series and want to share the idea but I don’t want someone to steal it😔

#it’s happened before so now I can’t ever be too sure 😐 #I had this whole fic written out and posted about the idea and someone else…within half a day posted a fic word for word my idea 😩 #so now I’m going to hide it deep in the tags for the elite to read ;) #basically enemies to lovers w/tom where the two of your best friends are getting married #your best friends both get sick on their wedding day/day after and can’t get to the honeymoon #already paid for. they can’t refund it. they ask you two to go along in replacement for them #you and Tom have the choice of an all paid honeymoon vacation except you are forced to pretend to be the actual married couple #from couples massages to throwing tissue boxes at one another. the two of you take the place of your best friends #it would be around seven parts tbh if you guys wanted #based off of the unhoneymooners novel except i haven’t read the book yet😁