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writethrough · 1 year

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Hi, could you do either Billy Hargrove or Eddie Munson reacting to seeing their s/o who usually doesn’t like children, interact with a baby/toddler who they actually like? Maybe the s/o was hesitant at first but then the baby just became really attached to them? Ty <3

Little Chickadees

(Eddie Munson x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: None (I think)

Word Count: 889

A/N: Full disclosure, I really wanted to write both Eddie and Billy, but Billy's version has taken on two very different paths, so I need a bit more time with his. One is a little more wholesome and fluffy while the other is on the serious side. I'll link the fluffy one with this post, but not sure about the other since it won't have the same tone.

Thank you for the request! And I hope you enjoy it!

“Eddie, you literally hang out with children all the time!” you said, exasperated.

He gripped his chest as if in pain. “Ouch!”

You groaned. “You know what I mean. It’s just…Kids don’t like me, and I don’t like them. It’s a mutual dislike.”

You were rambling at this point, and both of you knew it.

All you wanted was to spend the day with your boyfriend, but because he was such a sweetheart, he had volunteered both of you for the petting zoo at the Fourth of July carnival. And where there were fuzzy, adorable creatures, there were screaming, crying kids.

“C’mon, it won’t be that bad!” He flopped beside you on his bed. “You technically don’t even have to watch them. That’s what their parents are for. You just have to make sure no one loses a finger to a goat.”

“That’s not helping,” you said.

“Or lets an alpaca loose.”

“Eddie!” You threw a pillow at him.

“Alright!” he laughed, “Alright, I’ll stop.”

You played with the chain hanging from his jeans.

“You’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he said, rubbing your knee. “But we should probably head over. I know how much you hate being late.”

You let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I guess.”

He offered you his hand, intertwining your fingers to lead you to his van.

You wished it had taken longer to get there. You would have rather listened to Eddie ramble about the most recent campaign than deal with the children of Hawkins.

At least the animals would distract you.

The baby goats were adorable, but you couldn’t help wincing when they bumped their heads together.

Baby ducks and chicks were waddling around in their pens, and the alpacas were corralled in fencing where visitors could see them.

“Think anyone'd mind if I took one of these guys home?” Eddie asked, holding one of the baby ducks.

You gave him a soft smile, resting your chin on his shoulder. “As much as I would love to see you play mother hen—or mother duck—I think stealing isn’t exactly the right answer.”

He puckered his lips in thought. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He set it back in its pen. “And with my luck, it’d probably like Uncle Wayne more than me.”

You hummed and kissed his cheek. “Guess you’ll just have to settle for me.”

You went to pull away, but he quickly caught you around your waist to kiss you properly.

“There’s no settling when you’re the most amazing person I know,” he said into your hair.

Your heart beat a little faster the longer he stared. He always looked at you like you were the only person in the room. And you counted yourself grateful you found someone as kind and loving as him.

“Love you,” you whispered, touching your forehead to his.

“Love you, too.”

Excited shouts and giggles drifted as the kids bounded to the petting zoo.

“Show time,” Eddie said, reluctantly pulling away.

You sighed for what felt like the tenth time. “Yeah, yeah.”

When you got to the main area, Eddie showed some little boys the goats. And when one of them headbutted Eddie’s leg, the boys all laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.

And you briefly caught Eddie biting his lip to keep the groan back. He’d definitely have a bruise tomorrow.

Someone tugged on your shirt to get your attention. Holly Wheeler stood there with her head tilted back.

“Hey, Holly. Where’s your mom?” you asked.

She pointed to her right, where her parents were having what looked like a disagreement.

“Okay,” you nodded, “why don’t we look at the baby chickens? How does that sound?”

She nodded excitedly.

“Alright, Holls.” You gently picked up one of the chicks. “Sit next to me, and you can pet him.”

You both sat on a hay bale, and Holly was transfixed by the creature.

“Just use one finger and be super careful,” you said.

She slowly ran her finger down the chick's back, barely any pressure applied.

“Soft,” she mumbled, a content smile on her face.

“You like him?”

She nodded again, starting her path from the beginning. The chick lowered its head, eyes closing as the repetitive motion put him to sleep.

You grinned. “Looks like he feels safe with you, Holly.”

She giggled but stopped petting him, not wanting to wake him up.

“Let’s put him back with his friends. Wanna see the ducks next?”

She was standing by their pen in an instant.

Her interaction with the ducks went much the same. And soon enough, Mrs. Wheeler called Holly back and gave you a wave of thanks.

You had just put the duck back when Eddie sidled up beside you.

“Kids don’t like you, huh?” he teased, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You rolled your eyes. “It was a fluke.”

“Yes, of course.” He nodded as if it made perfect sense. “S’why you were so good with her, right?”

You pinched his side lightly. “Holly’s a sweet kid. Not like your little demons.” You nodded toward the group of boys now at the alpacas.

He shook his head slightly. “That goat had it out for me.”

You laughed, leaning into his side.

He kissed the side of your head. “Knew you’d be fine.”

You faced him. “Whatever you say, Dungeon Master.”

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funishment-time · 1 month

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Alright. Now that I know the questions, and forgive me if these have been asked before, 16, 19 (for Miu), and of course, our good pal, 17

whee hee hee!!!

16. Do you have any ideas for a Danganronpa murder? Share!

the series is lacking a good murder-suicide or Lover's Suicide. (i mean as an individual case/trial. you could argue that all of DR1 is a murder-suicide or Lover's Suicide)

beyond that, a high-temperature complete burning-to-death that results in ashes and little Evidence, or withholding important Medication that keeps a character alive, would both be Interesting

17. List five headcanons for your favorite characters!

special edition!! wee woo wee woo! for this one i will list 5 SFW ship headcanons, but if you're not into these Ships (or Shipping in general), i have 5 regular headcanons here too. double the value!

skip these if you don't like Ship dynamics:

KAEDE x. MIU: Kaede insists on being the little spoon, which flusters Miu for all eternity

FUYUHIKO x PEKO: they never have kids, but they do have a hundred thousand fluffy Creaturas of various sorts. dogs and cats and rabbits and chinchillas and maybe even a herd of Alpacas roaming their great Yakuza estate. "no one's gonna fuckin' take us seriously," Fuyuhiko always says, but he's smiling because his wife is

SAKURA x HINA: after scientific evidence shows that naps have a positive effect on the human body and its growth (see DR1's School Mode), Sakura tries to get Hina to take short naps with her daily. like, 20 minutes tops. unfortunately, this rarely Works, because no one taught Hina how to sit still for longer than a half-second, but it does give them cuddle time on a busy day

FUKAWA SYSTEM x KOMARU: neither of the Fukawas ever stop lusting over Byakuya. it's just that Komaru is their wife, the love of their life, their girl, their beloved. their crush on Byakuya ends up being more, uh, purely NSFW in nature. in the end, though, the Fukawa system would rather be with Komaru, because she's Domesticity, she's Love, she's Healing, even if she won't turn them into her own personal livestock or whatever it was Toko wanted in UDG (i black out during those scenes). anyway, Komaru perfectly understands this, and really doesn't feel Threatened by it at all, because it's not like Byakuya is ever going to give the Fukawa system what they want

MAHIRU x HIYOKO: after her growth spurt, Hiyoko gets intense stretch-marks, which knocks her self esteem down a peg. thankfully, Mahiru loves her terrible banana-headed gee eff Just As Much

and now for the regular headcanons:

Nekomaru is generally asexual. he's never felt shame in it, as it allows him to Focus on his athletes better in an increasingly competitive world

in a non-despair AU, Kokichi ends up on the student council every year, inexplicably, as Treasurer. no one notices when he's lifting money from HPA because no one notices when Jin Kirigiri is doing it, either

Ibuki has been the first kiss of many-a girl at HPA

in her own way, Junko felt threatened when Mukuro was pretending to be her, both in DR1 and in Zero. this factored into Junko kebabing her, but also into Junko's obsession with putting her down in Extremely Childish Ways, as well as her insistence that Mukuro was Gross and Nasty and Could Never Be Her!!! at the end of DR1. by the Despair Twins' HPA days, Junko was too far gone to ever deal with it or admit it, but so much of her final despair centered around her identity and her sister. she may not have gone full Killing Game if not for Mukuro

Sakura has dislocated bones, sometimes during a match, and then immediately popped them right back into place without hesitation or pause. this only makes local Lesbians more in love

BONUS: the Warriors of Hope do heal in their own way as they grow, but they always have a hard time patching up the wound named "Big Sis Junko." on a fairly Objective level, she did nothing but good for them and took them out of a Bad Situation when no one else did. so: while the WoH become as content as they can be as adults, they also have an exceedingly difficult journey understanding Junko as a Very Bad Person Actually

19. What kind of fantasy creature would you make Miu?

Miu is most definitely a goblin. gross, loud-mouthed little thing tinkering and tonkering, but extremely Lovable

#danganronpa #miu iruma #sakura ogami #junko enoshima #ibuki mioda #mukuro ikusaba #nekomaru nidai #kokichi oma #aoi asahina #kaede akamatsu #peko pekoyama #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #mahiru koizumi #hiyoko saionji #komaru naegi #toko fukawa

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charliecraftsthings · 10 months

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Yet another pullover. Evidently I will not rest until I have a sweater for every mood and occasion--and a few extras just in case!

Linen lace held with alpaca lace makes for a structured but fluffy fabric. The linen holds the stitches open, but the alpaca floof closes some of the gaps slightly. The sweater is warm but breathable. It's also not very elastic--which has its benefits, and limitations. I'm never taking it off 🥰

Pattern: modified from Done In Love Pullover, paid pattern by Katy Petersen

I modified the armpits to make larger gussets because my partner's sweater needs them and I'd rather practise on something me-sized before working on something him-sized. The gusseting makes the sweater yoke lie better when my arms are down (compared to the original), and I think there's better range of motion in the arms. But it honestly feels a little weird to have, like, little armpit baggies.

This gusset also allows me to start the sleeves higher, which also means the colour transition lies higher on my chest (instead of lying on the extremely awkward position of exactly on my bust line!).

I showed this sweater to my partner, and I think he's a wee bit jealous--he asked me how progress is going on his sweater!

#CROCHET #SWEATER #PULLOVER #WIP #ALL THE SWEATERS #SOFT #SLEEVES FIRST #DONE IN LOVE PULLOVER #DIL9 #gussets #gusseting #armpits #sleeves #sweater sleeves #crocheted sweater #garments

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rarebritney · 1 year

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i want to try knitting that bow for my sister.. i had a question --what yarn did you use? sorry if you answered this already! this is sort of strange question but i also wondered how you hold your yarn while knitting. i'm trying to get the hang of holding the yarn in my fingers with the needle in my hand too

I used knitting for olive merino in shade "cherry blossom" held with Lana gatto mohair in shade "blush". I really recommend the knitting for olive yarn, it really has a uniquely smooth and matte quality that is really beautiful for accessories. Also their color selection is unmatched. I buy knitting for olive at this store in Portland Oregon (they ship!) My bow took around half or less of one ball.

As for the mohair, any lace weight fluffy yarn will work. You can also buy the knitting for olive mohair in a matching shade to your merino at the link above. I personally would have preferred to use a suri alpaca rather than the mohair bc it's softer and a cheaper option at my local store. I like the brand Fyberspates- their cumulus alpaca is the ideal fluff imo, it's just so much softer than mohair which can be a bit scratchy against the skin. Drops kid silk is a good budget option but it will be scratchier than the suri. It doesn't matter too much for a hair bow, though.

I knit continental style! I hold my yarn in my left hand and wrap it around my fingers in a way I find hard to explain, it took some time to really get the muscle memory right for the ideal comfort and speed. I guess people would call me a "flicker" bc when I knit in rib or double knit I wrap the yarn around my pointer finger and flick it back and forth. I can't imagine knitting any other way it would feel like writing with the wrong hand. I believe it's very personal and everyone knits in the way that works best for them, but if you're trying to learn one way or the other I feel strongly that you should learn continental style because it's much faster and easier on the hands. There's lots of videos on the topic bc lots of English style knitters (they hold their yarn in their right hand as well as their working needle) want to learn continental for faster knitting, though some are happy to knit English style and that's cool too lol.

#knitting

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propertyofwhitney67 · 1 month

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Kink Game farm monster girls, piggirl/boy, cattlegirl/boy, sheepgirl/boy, goatgirl/boy, bunnygirl/boy, donkeygirl/boy, mulegirl/boy, horsegirl/boy, chickengirl/boy, alpacagirl/boy, llamagirl/boy, goosegirl/boy, turkeygirl/boy, duckgirl/boy

I have feelings about this ask...

Pig girl/boy

I hate pigs. I've worked with them and they're demons.

Cattle girl/boy

Like you wouldn't believe. I need to be bred and boy oh boy do I love lactation.

Sheep girl/boy

So cute and soft

Goat girl/boy

Bunny girl/boy

Bunny Whitney, I have nothing else to say

Donkey girl/boy

hmm it's ok but nothing crazy

Mule girl/boy

Nice and strong I suppose

Horse girl/boy

Maybe but idk

Chicken girl/boy

Also a maybe, feathers are a plus for some reason I can't explain

Alpaca girl/boy

So soft and fluffy, FLOPPY EARS

llama girl/boy

Also so soft and fluffy but the biting and spitting would be a problem

Goose girl/boy

Turkey girl/boy

Duck girl/boy

Could be cute but could also be a fucking menace

#kink game #ask game #asks

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wastelesscrafts · 3 years

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Yarn types

Introduction:

If you're new to fibre crafts, you may find the enormous choice in yarn types overwhelming. Let's try to demystify some of the more common yarn types and fibres so you know where to get started!

This guide does not encompass all types of yarns, just some of the more common ones. Also note that I'm a knitter and not a crocheter, so this guide is written from a knitting perspective.

If you're more interested in sewing rather than knitting/crochet, please check out my fabric guide.

Yarn weights:

Yarns have varying thickness: this is called yarn weight. The weight of your yarn will influence your knitting gauge, so it's important to pick the right weight for the right project. Each yarn weight requires a different needle size, too: the thinner your yarn, the thinner your needles.

Yarn weights can go by different names, but these are some of the most common ones:

Lace: lace yarn is one of the thinnest yarns out there. It's commonly used for delicate projects such as intricate summer scarves or doilies, or to knit lace trims.

Fingering: fingering yarn is a bit thicker than lace yarn, but still very thin. This yarn weight is used for light-weight projects such as baby garments, delicate socks, or thin garments.

Sport: sport yarn is twice as thick a fingering yarn and is often used for socks, accessories, shawls, and thin sweaters.

DK: DK is slightly thicker than sport yarn and is used for the same purposes.

Worsted: worsted yarn is one of the most common yarn types you'll find. It's a mid-range yarn weight that's great for a wide variety of projects, ranging from clothes to scarves, accessories, sweaters, and amigurumi.

Chunky: chunky yarn is thick and bulky, which makes it great for quick, thick projects such as blankets and rugs, or bulky scarves and sweaters.

(Image source) [ID: six yarn weights: lace, fingering, sport, DK, worsted, and chunky.]

(Image source) [ID: standard yarn weight system: categories of yarn, gauge ranges, and recommended needle and hook sizes.]

Yarn fibres:

Just like fabric, yarn can be made from a variety of fibres, among which animal fibres, plant fibres, and synthetic fibres.

You'll also find blended yarns, which combine different types of fibres into one yarn, and novelty yarns, which are usually synthetic and used to create special effects such as fake fur or a metallic sheen, for example.

Let's take a look at some of the most commonly used fibres:

Animal fibres:

Animal fibres are made from the fleece/hair of certain animals. These fibres are long-lasting and will keep you warm in winter and cool in summer. When done properly and in an ethical manner, harvesting the fibres needed to make these yarns will not hurt the animal (with the exception of silk, unless you use peace silk).

Wool is prone to shrinking and felting if not washed correctly.

Sheep: the most common woollen yarn type, and therefore also the cheapest. Very soft and absorbent, great for winter. Some people find it itchy, and it can trigger allergic reactions.

Alpaca: very warm, and softer than sheep wool. Hypoallergenic, so a great choice if you're allergic to sheep's wool.

Cashmere: warm, soft, smooth, and much lighter than sheep's wool.

Mohair: light, warm, very fluffy. Has a nice sheen to it. Can be tricky to knit due to its fluffiness.

Angora: light, soft, fuzzy, and incredibly warm.

Silk: smooth, breathable, strong, soft, and shiny. Unlike the other fibres on this list, silk is not made from hair or fleece, but from the cocoons of silk worms.

Plant fibres:

Plant fibres are made from cellulose, a plant component. They're known to breath well which makes them great for knitting clothes, but often lack elasticity.

Cotton: light, absorbent, and durable, though not very elastic. Great for beginners. Can become a little rough after washing, so make sure to take proper care of it.

Linen: strong and durable, but can be a bit stiff. Very breathable. Will keep you cool in summer. Prone to wrinkling.

Bamboo: drapes well, and is very soft! If other plant fibres cause sensory issues for you, give bamboo a try.

Synthetic fibres:

Synthetic fibres are oil-based fibres which means they won't biodegrade and don't breathe well. However, they're cheap and durable, which makes them handy for beginner's projects.

Acrylic: doesn't breathe well, but is warm, machine-washable, and probably the cheapest available yarn option. Comes in varying qualities, ranging from horribly itchy to "I can't believe this is acrylic".

Rayon: a semi-synthetic fibre, as it's made from plant cellulose but then turned into insoluble fibres. Very soft, but needs extra care when washed.

Nylon: very strong and stretchy, which is why it's often mixed into sock yarn blends and such.

Polyester: a type of plastic fibre that's often blended in with other yarns to make them stronger and less likely to shrink.

Conclusion:

There are many options available when you're looking for the perfect yarn for your next project. Getting acquainted with different types of yarn will ensure you pick the right material for whatever you're making.

If you've got a specific yarn in mind but want more info before you buy it, or if you've found a mystery skein that's gone out of production years ago while thrifting, get yourself a Ravelry account. You'll find reviews of pretty much any yarn brand you can imagine in their yarn section.

New to knitting? Check out my Knitting 101 guide.

Looking for cheap and preferably sustainable yarn? Check out my guide on crafting on the cheap.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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double dare, m | ksj, knj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader x namjoon — also yoongi x reader, implied ot7 x reader

summary: Kim Seokjin calls to issue a challenge. A (double) dare, if you will. He says you can't take two dicks at once. Kim Namjoon, his roommate, argues that you can. Well, you never back down from a dare, especially when it involves Seokjin and Namjoon.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, low-key horny crack + chaotic energy; smut (fem reader, doggy, threesome, slight D/s dynamics, mild restraint, nipple play, finger sucking, fingering, double penetration); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader, focusing on Seokjin and Namjoon in this one :D (cough with some Yoongi)

'journey (to the dick)' au aka you as the main character in harem hentai and BTS is your (horny af) harem

“Yah!”

Smack!

“What? Ah, f-fuck!”

“I need you to get over here. There is a particular matter that needs to be discussed,” came the very serious, no-nonsense tone from your phone, speaking rather sternly for someone who called you three times in a row and forced you to answer in the middle of your, ahem, dick appointment.

You were holding the phone in one hand and your other was on the bed, fingers clutching the sheets, jerked forward periodically with firm, hard thrusts.

Someone was shouting behind the one on the phone.

“I told hyung that you could take dick in both holes and he doesn’t believe me!”

You immediately recognized that deep, sultry voice in the background. Still, you needed to address the accusation first.

“Kim Seokjin,” you panted. “What the fuck?”

You could hear his exaggerated eye roll. Well, you couldn’t, but you could, you know?

“Namjoon thinks you can take dick in the pussy and the ass at the same time,” Seokjin spat as if that was utter bullshit. “And that’s just not possible.”

Smack! “Why–” Smack! “Would–” Smack! “You–” Smack! “Think–” Smack! “I couldn’t – mmm, fuck, yes right theeere, fuck, so deep and so hard, ugh, you’re so good…”

Seokjin continued like you weren’t in the middle of getting fucked right that very second.

“Because, okay, you could take some small dick, sure, but us? Us? Come on, you totally couldn’t.”

“That was absolutely absurd of you to say so, Kim Seokjin,” you snapped, your words curling into a lustful moan as a firm hand pushed the small of your back down, forcing you to your elbow, leisurely spanking your ass hard with his open palm, keeping you on the edge, so close to hitting your peak but not quite there, thrusting steady but rough.

The headboard was hammering the wall at the same deliberate pace.

The neighbor who lived on the other side of the wall was cursing again.

“Are you both going to be home?” you gasped out, all of your muscles tensing. Almost…

Seokjin snorted. “Pfft, obviously, we are human beings who sleep, you know–”

“We’ll see about that.”

You hung up on him.

“I gotta go.”

Surprisingly, the deep, husky voice behind you actually responded.

“After this one.”

“You asshole, you are holding out – a-ah, wait, oooooooh, fuck!”

"I took a shower, Yoongi helped me clean all my bits, I dried my hair, went back home to put on a fresh dress and you're fucking ASLEEP, KIM SEOKJIN, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

“Zzzzzzz – guh!”

Total chaos as you threw yourself onto Kim Seokjin’s lap, disturbing the perfect image of self-proclaimed Worldwide Handsome laying on the couch covered with a fluffy white blanket and squishy alpaca plush with a red neck scarf tucked in his inner arm, grabbing said plush and smacking him with it repeatedly as Seokjin lost his shit, flailing about and throwing his arms over his head, wailing at you to stop. His roommate, Kim Namjoon, was unabashedly cackling like a lunatic behind you.

“CEASE AND DESIST!”

“You–” FWOOP! “Bossy–” FLOOP! “Pillow–” BOOP! “Princess!”

“Namjoon, h-help!”

“Hell no,” Namjoon snorted in laughter. “I’m having a great time watching.”

“Yah!”

“First you doubt me, then you fall asleep on me, what’s next, you–”

Seokjin grabbed both your wrists, thinking he had won, already cheering for himself, only for you to plant your tits right onto his handsome face, his nose jammed right into your cleavage because of the sweetheart neckline of your red lace dress, hot breath warming your chest, brown eyes wide, grip on your wrists lessening in his shock. You yanked your hands out and clutched his head, sinking your fingers into his black hair, violently muffling his half-squeal, half-moan with your breasts, blaringly obvious that you weren’t wearing a bra because your prominent nipples were already hard and creating stiff peaks under the fabric, poking him incessantly in the cheeks.

You gasped as another pair of strong hands grabbed your forearms and made you release Seokjin’s head, forcing them up and your back to arch. A deep voice dipped down to caress your ear, not paying attention to Seokjin who did not detach himself from your tits.

He was making the most of it while you were distracted.

“Woah there, what do you think you’re doing?” Namjoon drawled, grip tightening, bending your arms back, elbows up, pressing your wrists to your upper back. “That’s not a punishment.”

You tried to breathe but Namjoon’s heavenly deep voice was taking your breath away.

“You know what punishments are.”

He pressed your head back, leaving your arms the way they were, and Namjoon’s sultry eyes appeared, half-lidded brown orbs completely visible because he had cut his hair very short now, dark gray-brown and spiked up, cocking an eyebrow at you. You whimpered at his gaze, suddenly feeling hotness on the curve of your breast, lips pressed to one of your nipples, and then wetness closing in, sucking you through lace and satin, the short flared skirt rising because of your spread thighs, but there was too much fabric between you and Seokjin’s hardness, the blanket and pajama pants and boxer briefs, so frustrating, about to lower your head to rectify that, but Namjoon’s palm pressed into your chin, fingers closing in around your cheeks, immobile.

“Where do you think you’re looking?”

Every time Namjoon smirked, one of his dimples peeked out at you. Ugh, so sexy.

“I… I’m s-supposed to be punishing Seokjinnie…” you gasped out, feeling said man’s teeth nicking at your nipple through your dress, his large hands closing in on your waist, pulling you closer, causing you to bend back more, unable to escape Namjoon’s grip and gaze.

Namjoon tilted his head, amused. “Yeah? Were you so, so mad that hyung wasn’t awake so you could show off how well you can take it in both holes?”

You didn’t want to whine and be pathetic, but Seokjin’s mouth and hands were all over your breasts and waist, pinching you through your clothes and sucking on the hard nubs, rushes of pleasure clouding your head and making you forget your defiance, remembering all the things Namjoon liked, like when you were so drunk on sex that you just gave into him, now whimpering and opening your mouth, your tongue sliding out, feeling him shift his palm, Namjoon’s finger leisurely tracing your lips. Your tongue followed, licking the pads of his fingers, rolling your body into Seokjin’s mouth, wanting to grab his shoulders but not letting yourself do so because Namjoon hadn’t allowed you to do so yet.

He liked you bad, but he also liked you obedient.

“W… Want it…”

You felt Namjoon’s other hand tangle in your hair, fingers molding to your scalp, sliding two of his long fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them, your eyelids fluttering as he fucked your mouth with his fingers, rubbing your tongue, pushing your arms down, your name growled by that deep, deep voice.

“Look at me.”

You fixated your eyes on Namjoon’s stern expression, shuddering as you felt Seokjin push the sleeves of your dress down, scooping out your breasts, moaning as his lips touched your skin, hot tongue teasing your hard nipples and you couldn’t tell him to do more or less, trapped by Namjoon’s fingers in your mouth and his hand in your hair, tugging at it lightly so you sucked his fingers like a cock, vision hazing out at the helplessness of it all.

Voluntary helplessness, to be clear.

“You want it? You had Yoongi-hyung fucking you earlier and now you want more? So dirty and so insatiable,” Namjoon taunted, not meaning it of course, because how could he mean it when he too wanted it all, knew you were insatiable and loved it as much as the rest of them, addicted to the feeling you gave him, pushing your head down, fingers still in your mouth. Seokjin raised his head, black hair, large brown eyes, pink lips lush and full and gorgeous, meeting the image of fingers sliding in and out of your glossy lips, your eyes glassy and reflected in his.

Namjoon pushed his fingers apart, opening your mouth.

Your tongue lolled out, swiping around his knuckle, staring into Seokjin’s eyes.

“F… Fuck…”

The oldest was dirty-minded but resistant in showing it, clenching his jaw, weakening as your fingers danced up his arms and you moaned his name messily between Namjoon’s long wet digits, tits pushed up by the neckline of your dress straining under them, knowing your sensuality was irresistible and infectious, placing your hands on his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

“I still… don’t think you can take us both at once…” he breathed, staring into your eyes.

You smirked, Namjoon’s fingers sliding out, saliva smearing onto your chin, the taste of his skin on your tongue.

“Only one way to find out.”

And you leaned in and kissed those perfect lips, soft and passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around him, fingers splaying over his back and in his hair, his name trapped in the kiss, sudden hardness pressing to your back, breaking the first kiss and turning your head to be trapped in another, full lips commanding the lip-lock, two different hands on your breasts, Seokjin and Namjoon toying with them, the rush of pleasure only just beginning.

“Whose face am I looking at?”

“Obviously mine,” Seokjin scoffed. “Do you even have to ask?”

You gasped. “But Namjoon is so handsome.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you want him to make you look at him, so that completely defeats the purpose of being forced when the default is you facing him.”

“Also, hyung thinks he’s the most handsome,” Namjoon chuckled, tugging your dress off, kisses across your chest as it left your body, hands travelling to push your panties down.

“No,” Seokjin choked, affronted as you moaned and gripped Namjoon’s shoulders, enjoying his powerful grip. “I am not that self-centered. I just happen to like how I look very much. Namjoon is very handsome, capable, and intelligent.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

Namjoon shoved a finger inside your wetness, making you stumble into the sofa, raising your leg to place it against Seokjin’s naked thigh, almost falling if it wasn’t for your ass being suddenly grabbed by Seokjin’s firm hands.

“You are still clumsy, Namjoon,” Seokjin sighed, lowering you slightly to look over your shoulder.

You reached back and held onto the sofa, Namjoon’s mouth on your nipple and his finger in your soaked pussy, thrusting deeply to match his swiping tongue, maddeningly slow but rough, so dangerous, losing your mind at the leisurely pace, trying to buck your hips to get more but Seokjin’s hands were preventing you.

You heard the oldest huff and make a disapproving tongue click.

“Not like that. She likes it faster than that.”

Namjoon knew that. Obviously.

Your eyes widened.

He smirked around your nipple as one of Seokjin’s hands left your ass.

“Seok– oh, fuuuck!”

You gasped as you felt another finger enter your dripping pussy, another finger of a different hand, stretching your walls and a different pace, faster, your eyes rolling back, head hitting Seokjin’s shoulder, but either he didn’t notice or didn’t care, your moans in his ear, Namjoon matching the rhythm, oh, shit, they were fingering you together, Seokjin from between your legs from behind and Namjoon from the front, the backs of their hands slick with your juices, Seokjin’s other hand still squeezing one ass cheek and Namjoon’s other hand on your waist, his mouth on your breasts.

“Come on, I know you’re close,” Seokjin muttered, exhaling hard. “I can feel your pussy sucking me in, asking for dick already.”

He was not normally one for dirty talk, but sometimes Seokjin let himself got lost in the lust, lost in the moment of your throbbing walls and shaking body, moans of their names tumbling from your lips, filling up their living room with obscenity and depravity, thrusting in unison, loud and wet and heavy breathing blending with your sound, pushed to the edge, thighs tensing, electricity flashing throughout your nerves.

“Namjoon, Seokjin, fuck!”

Wet squelch, sweet gush of your juices soaking their hands, your eyes rolling back, yelping as Namjoon’s hand retreated and Seokjin stuffed another finger in you. You didn’t need to say it, one glance at Namjoon and he could see it, harder, hyung, she can take it, gasping as Seokjin obeyed and Namjoon's wet fingers pressed onto your throbbing clit, wild howl at the contact, sparks of sensitivity because it was right after your orgasm, heat at your neck from Seokjin’s cheeks, his teeth finding your shoulder, biting it, maybe from his realization of how crazy this moment was or in the heated moment of wanting to feed you even more pleasure, but the sharp unexpected pain only hiked your moans, Namjoon rubbing your clit as Seokjin shoved his fingers into you hard and fast, the angle a little awkward but there was so much going on that it didn’t matter, already there once again, obsessed with the overabundance of ecstasy, I’m cumming, fuck, Namjoon, Seokjin, a-ah, clit engorged and pulsing strongly to Namjoon’s punishing touch, words jumbled and woven with breathless cries, orgasm crashing down and soaking Seokjin’s hand once more, thick and sweet and honey-like, viscous juices clinging to your inner thighs, painted with your high.

Namjoon leaned in, silencing your shuddering gasps with his mouth, deep kisses and swirling tongue dazing you, aftershocks flinching through your torso as he pressed his fingertips to your jerking core, lowering you from the crashing waves, whispering darkly against your lips.

“We haven’t even started.”

Releasing you, and you were already turning around, meeting Seokjin’s gaze and his panting smile, kissing it, sighing contentedly in his touch, just something about those lips and his large frame surrounding you, something about the way he shivered when you sucked his breath away and drank it, almost innocent, but not that innocent, because the second your wandering hand found the condom on the sofa and pressed it into his palm, his lips curved into a teasing grin, nipping at yours.

“Already?” he teased.

You reached between you and him, fingers ghosting his length, smirking at Seokjin’s gasp, gazing at him under your lashes.

“You get hard from kisses, Seokjinnie.”

“I – gah, d-don’t…”

But he didn’t mean it, of course not, because he was humping your hand that was closing around his hot, hardening cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip, spreading the pre-cum over the sensitive head, his jaw clenching at the feeling, desire and need clouding his eyes, pupils blown-out, ripping open the foil packet, heavier exhales, staring into your eyes.

“You want to look at me that bad, huh?” he breathed against your lips, fishing for it.

You gave it to him, exactly what he wanted.

“Mhm, Seokjin, I want to look at your handsome, perfect face while you fuck my pussy and Namjoon fucks my ass.”

He sucked in a breath, caught in his throat.

“You’re crazy, but so, so hot.”

Eh, you’ll take it.

You moved your hand and he rolled the condom down, yelping as you captured his lips again, addicted to his kiss and his soft cries, his hand and your hand guiding his stiff cock to your quivering pussy, already saturated with slickness, spread knees and lowering body, sinking down onto him, moaning into his mouth and he moaned into your throat, suffocating each other with your noises, rolling your hips and breaking the kiss, both of your faces pointed to heaven with the true heaven between your connected hips, pleasure at being filled and doing the filling, his hands on your ass to push you down.

“Hyung, spread her ass,” Namjoon ordered behind you.

You pitched forward slightly, wrapping your arms around Seokjin’s shoulders, gasping as you felt him tug outwards, sinking his fingers into your softness, your lips pressed to his cheek, his sweet voice murmuring your name, filling you with warmth despite being exposed so vulnerably.

You inhaled deeply, breathing in Seokjin’s clean scent.

Then you flexed your asshole, tightening and relaxing the ring of muscle.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy.”

You gazed at him in your periphery, eyes widening as you realized Namjoon too was naked now, muscular body towering behind you, flicking open a bottle of lube and spreading it over his fingers, rubbing them together as they became shiny and slippery, catching your interested expression.

He smirked, dimple on display. “Ready?”

“I’ve been ready since I walked in the door, Namjoon,” you smirked back, enamored with his seductive dark brown eyes.

He chuckled.

“Nah, you were ready the second Seokjin challenged you and said you couldn’t do it.”

Oops, he got ya.

You gasped hotly, feeling his fingers press up against your tight hole, tracing circles and teasing you, pushing into your ass in the opposing rhythm of Seokjin’s rocking hips, your hold on Seokjin’s shoulders tightening, hearing him gasp with you, watching two Namjoon’s fingers dip in and snake into the tightness, both of them inhaling sharply at the sound, wet squelch and your wanton cry, your hips rocking into it, pleasure shimmering all over.

“T-That’s still not a dick,” Seokjin managed to get out, still stubborn but mixed with awe regardless.

“Gotta stretch her out,” Namjoon chuckled. “Don’t wanna hurt our good girl, right?”

Well, if you weren’t in euphoria before, you definitely were there now.

“N… Namjoon-ah…”

“Shh, I got you, just enjoy.”

You arched your back a little more, Seokjin sliding down to accommodate, slowly thrusting and gasping at the sensation, turning to him and intense kisses, needing to occupy your mouth, fullness in your ass and your pussy, whimpering as your felt Namjoon’s fingers flex, nudging your muscles to relax, core throbbing, clenching around Seokjin’s stiff length instead, so good, oh, yes, it was so good, his kisses and slapping your hips down, wanting more, already chasing more, intoxicated by the feeling of both your holes being filled.

You heard the bottle of lube fall to the floor and the slick sound of hand on hardness.

Shivers up and down your spine.

“Say it.”

You broke Seokjin’s kiss, gasping.

“Tell us that you want it,” Namjoon growled.

Drunk on the idea, commanded by lust.

“P-Please, Namjoon…” you breathed, eyes hazy and half-lidded, staring at Seokjin. “Want you to fuck my ass as Seokjin fucks my pussy. Want you two to ruin me.”

The brown eyes beneath you widened, mouthing, you’re crazy.

You grinned, Namjoon’s fingers buried in your ass.

“Told you, hyung.”

His fingers pulled out, pushing the small of your back down with his palm. One a second to mourn the loss and then your eyes widened, the thick head of Namjoon’s cock pressed against your ass.

Wait, maybe you should have asked if Namjoon could be in your puss–

Too late.

“Oh, f-fuck!”

You clutched Seokjin’s shoulders, digging your nails into him as slowly, carefully, Namjoon’s girth entered your tight, tight hole, still tight even through he worked you up and stretched you out, the lube helping him slip inside, your mind going blank, realizing that maybe you went over your head a little, but too far to turn back and, to be honest, you didn’t want to turn back, the fullness already too good to regret it, gasping as Namjoon gripped your hips, holding you completely still as he bottomed out, hot breath on your shoulder blades.

Well.

Your mind wasn’t so blank that you forgot to speak.

“Still…” you panted, slowly grinning at Seokjin’s shocked and stunned face, his jaw dropped as he felt and witnessed it. “Think it’s impossible for me to take dick in both holes?”

“Y-Y-You…” he sputtered, choking a little as Namjoon began to move, his scrambled words mixing with your lustful moans. “Are absurd.”

It was almost too much, but Namjoon did not let you command the pace, instead firmly keeping you in one spot as he nudged Seokjin to move, guiding you both expertly, groaning when you pulsated around the two dicks, able to feel the reverberations from the closeness, body to body to body, trembling from the overwhelming sensation, Seokjin thrusting up from below, his handsome face tense, panting with effort.

“Oh, fuck… it’s so tight… fuck, I can feel it, I can feel his dick fucking your ass, that’s so weird…”

You weren’t quite sure what he expected to feel. What did Seokjin originally think he was getting into when he called you? He was the one who had been touting their superior size! What did he think it would feel like–?!

“A-Ah, y-yes, there, like that, oh f-fuck, like thaaaaaaat…”

You forgot about questioning Seokjin’s brain, refocusing on the feeling of the consistent thrusting and depth of the two cocks, an almost melodic rhythm and substantial fullness. There was a sweet spot, right, oh, there, Namjoon’s hand flat against your back, his deep grunts of effort paired with each smack of hips to ass and Seokjin’s crotch to yours.

Oh, huh, were those loud, pitched moans resonating off the apartment walls you? But the ecstasy too high, too real, too good, so good that you seemed to forget that it was already very late at night.

Surely their neighbors would complain – was that part of your brand now? oops – but it seemed that neither Seokjin or Namjoon noticed or cared, pants and moans and groans and chasing carnal pleasure, irrational, wild, heads thrown back, lashes fluttering and lost in bliss, stuffing your tight, wet heat from both holes, kissing Seokjin sloppily before turning your head to make out with Namjoon, his teeth trapping your tongue and sucking on it, gargled moan and shaking body at the mercy of his iron grip, snapping back to Seokjin’s pillowy lips, juxtaposition of hard and soft, crashing pleasure and coiled constriction, letting go, orgasm overtaking you in shudders, not realizing you had been so close, their names falling from your throat between fucked-out, loud, blissful cries.

“Seokjin… Namjoon…”

Couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but peak in that gratifying elation, shivers up and down your spine, the lower half of your body throbbing and trembling, chin lowering only to witness Seokjin shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw, groaning out your name as he shot into the condom, jerking cock twitching inside you, vibrating front to back, no, that was Namjoon’s low hiss of your name, his fingernails digging in your hips he shot into your ass, your eyes snapping open, thick spurts of his orgasm so strong that you could feel his cock twitching deep inside, your pulse roaring in your ears, chest heaving, struggling for breath.

Feeling far too proud that they both came with you.

Namjoon’s sweaty chest hit your back, sandwiching you between that big body and Seokjin’s broad shoulders. Seokjin looked to be two seconds away from passing out from the ecstasy of orgasm.

Nice.

“Don’t… question me… again,” you snickered, panting heavily.

Seokjin mumbled and shrugged, incoherent.

“I think he’s saying you could do this, but not the reverse of him in the ass and me in the pussy,” Namjoon clarified, kissing your shoulders with an amused chuckle.

“What?!” you roared.

“That’s n-not…!”

Welp.

“We still have unfinished business.”

“Yoongi, I just got DP’ed last night. Have mercy.”

“Mmm.”

Kisses on your neck, lowering the strap of your bra, wrapping his arms around you, purring your name.

“I guess you can buy me dinner and we can watch a movie instead.”

“I have to buy?!”

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A Valentine's to Remember

Yes I know I missed Valentine's Day... Sue me. Also this was written for @dapandapod's birthday... from September. So really I'm not doing well all round there 🤣

Ship: Geraskier WC: 3.5k

Faking Dating with some alpaca walking thrown in for good luck!

CW: alcohol mention and a fair amount of pining.

Valentine’s Day. It was possibly the worst holiday in Jaskier’s opinion, at least at Christmas there were guaranteed presents and he could get astonishingly drunk at an unreasonably early hour to ignore his delightful family. Easter was good fun too, Jaskier and Geralt always hosted the Easter Egg hunt for Geralt’s family and Jaskier’s old schoolmates, and then afterwards they would have a veritable feast! Not to mention… more booze at an unreasonable hour. The hunt was just far more entertaining when it was a bunch of drunk adults falling into bushes looking for eggs. But Valentine’s Day… god, it was just a shit show every year. Jaskier appeared to be cursed.

It was like clockwork, he would be in a relationship that was going well as far as he was aware, but the week or two before Valentine’s everything would fall apart. One year it had been because Valdo Marx was a cheating little weasel that had only stayed with Jaskier over Christmas for the presents, and other years Jaskier had just been dumped out of the blue. It was devastating, and just once, Jaskier would like to spend Valentine’s Day with someone he loved rather than Mr Ben and Mr Jerry, and whatever shitty cheap vodka he could get his hands on.

People definitely judged you when you got drunk at an unreasonable hour on Valentine’s Day.

But this year! Oh, ho, ho! This year, Geralt was newly single, and Jaskier hadn’t even attempted a relationship so they were both free and Valentine’s Day had been claimed by Jaskier for the two of them as bestest friends and roommates. There was no cheap vodka in sight and Geralt didn’t perpetually stink of lilac and fucking gooseberries.

Not that Jaskier was jealous. Of course he wasn’t. It wasn’t as if he’d fallen in love with Geralt at first sight, but his best friend hadn’t ever looked at him in that way… no siree.

It was fine

Everything was fucking fine.

It was just a perfectly normal friend date on Valentine’s Day… Palentine’s day. God, he was fucking hilarious. Although, a quick search of Urban Dictionary made him pout at his phone, but he ignored it, because he’d totally thought of that on his own and no one could take it away from him. Either way, Jaskier had the perfect friend date planned! He was going to walk alpacas with Geralt!

They were adorably fluffy creatures, and Geralt was always fond of animals, possibly more so than humans. Jaskier had always dreamed of walking with alpacas but it had been one of those things he’d always imagined doing as a romantic date and had never quite gotten round to it before his relationships crashed and burned.

Of course, there was one major problem with his plan. For Valentine’s Day, the alpaca farm was running a special deal for couples. It was a couples only day with discounted rates, which Jaskier had known for weeks when he booked the damn thing… but had he told Geralt? Nope! Of course not, no. That would be the sensible thing to do, but in his defence, Jaskier had always meant to tell Geralt, but he was scared of how it would look to his best friend, so he always found some excuse or other to not tell him.

Except now it was Valentine’s Day, and they were parking in the middle of a shitty gravelly mess of a carpark, all ready to go and walk alpacas, and Geralt still didn’t know.

Fuck.

The engine cut off and Geralt reached over to the door, ready to face the day. It was now or never. Jaskier squeaked and gripped Geralt’s wrist before he could turn the handle.

“Wait!”

Geralt grunted and turned to face him, golden eyes blazing like the sun. “What?”

“I- I er- I haven’t been entirely truthful… about today?” His fingers kept their tight grip on Geralt’s wrist despite the contact burning against his skin. It was always like that with Geralt, even when Jaskier had been deeply in love with his other partners, there was just something about Geralt that overshadowed that. The chemistry and electricity that crackled between them was just… magnetic.

“Hmm?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he blurted out, desperately hoping that Geralt could fill in the gaps, but one look at his friend told Jaskier that it wasn’t the case. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. “Well, yes, you knew that but, umm-”

Geralt groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Spit it out, Jaskier.”

“It’s a couples day!”

Silence.

Very awkward silence.

Golden eyes stared at him, exasperation clear in Geralt’s expression, and Jaskier hummed nervously under his breath, tugging at the cuffs of his sleeves, his thumb poking through the hole he’d worn in the wool. “Say something?”

Sighing, Geralt massaged his temple, and pushed his hand through his hair, the other one was still tightly held in Jaskier’s hand. “What do you want me to say, Jask?”

“Don’t hate me?”

Geralt twisted his hand out of Jaskier’s grip but before Jaskier could pout, he linked their fingers together. “Don’t hate you. A little warning would have been nice. The discount’s good though right?”

Grinning, Jaskier sat back in his seat. “Oh, ho, ho! Absolutely! Yes! That was exactly my plan! I thought… nice little discount, an adventure between friends for Valentine’s. I mean. I didn’t know if you would be free. I hoped. I guess I could have always dragged Essi away from Pris for the day. Poppet owes me one after I didn’t tell Mum and Dad about her tattoo. It’s not weird to fake date your sister for free shit is it? Well not free… but cheaper, and you know, I’m not allowed access to the trust fund because apparently- hmph!”

The hand over his mouth muffled any further words, which was… probably for the best. Fake dating his sister?! What the fuck was he thinking… Maybe the alpaca place had an extra discount for those that got dumped the day before Valentine’s?

“Focus, Jask.” Geralt’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he blinked, the car coming back into view along with shining, honey eyes. “There.”

“I just thought you would like the alpacas. I know it’s not quite the same as Roach, but they are sweet and really fluffy and you like animals, but I am pretty sure we will have to pretend to be dating to get in… is that okay?” Jaskier asked, pouting at his best friend with his best puppy eyes that he knew Geralt was weak for.

“You’re paying for lunch.”

“Deal!”

“And dinner,” Geralt added belatedly, but still Jaskier nodded.

Dinner with his best friend on Valentine’s Day, after spending the morning pretending to be a couple. What could possibly go wrong?

“Hello! Welcome to The Valley of Flowers! Do you have a booking?” a redhead asked cheerfully from the reception area, a tiny little cottage at the entrance of the farm which was surrounded by pink and blue flowers.

The inside of the cottage was decorated with red heart banners and streamers. There was a sickly sweet smell, probably coming from the infusers on the windowsill, and a display of pink woolly jumpers with hearts knitted into the pattern sat behind the front desk. For a perpetually heartbroken fool like Jaskier, it was all rather disgusting but, of course, today Jaskier wasn’t single.

He sighed wistfully as he linked his arm with Geralt’s, resting his head on his friend’s shoulder. Forcing a smile, he greeted the receptionist with a wink. “Pankratz. We’re here for the alpaca walks?”

“Of course, come with me I’ll show you to the herd and you can pick your alpacas. You’re lucky, the others haven’t arrived yet.”

Beside him, Geralt just hummed, seemingly not bothered at all by the turn of events. Although, he was getting a free lunch and dinner out of the arrangement, and he did really like animals. There was no point reading too much into it, otherwise Jaskier was sure he’d get his heart broken… again.

“Come on then, darling,”Jaskier teased his friend. “Let’s go choose our lucky lil floofs.”

Another hum, and Geralt pressed a kiss to Jaskier’s temple, making his traitorous heart do all sorts of weird acrobatics. Of course Geralt would choose to kiss him. Stupidly, handsome git. It suddenly occurred to Jaskier that he should have tried to establish some boundaries. Fuck, was Geralt going to kiss him properly? Like… on the lips?

There was no chance in hell Jaskier would survive that. He would just be a pile of Jaskier goo, melted in the grass… Alpaca chow. Ah, he thought, the great circle of life is complete, and all because Geralt decided to be a brilliant actor.

Shitting cock balls.

“Jask?” Geralt’s voice pulled him from his panic, and Jaskier pouted up at him, steadfastly ignoring the blush on his cheeks.

“Floofs!” he announced, grabbing Geralt by the hand and pulling them from the cottage as they hurried after the receptionist.

“Unlucky floofs,” came Geralt’s reply, a muttered grumble that Jaskier wasn’t sure he wasn’t supposed to hear, so he ignored it.

When they reached the field they were passed off to the farmer person who would be leading their trek, and Jaskier was sure he’d quite possibly died and gone to heaven. The alpacas were so fucking cute! One of them was munching quite happily nearer the back of the pen, a pile of straw on top of their head.

“Look! Geralt, they have a hat!”

Their guide just laughed. “That’s Paddy, he’s a bit of a goof, but he has the whole team wrapped around his hooves.”

There must have been something in Jaskier’s expression that gave him away, because he heard Geralt’s long, suffering sigh next to him. “Jask will take Paddy.”

With a squeal, Jaskier jumped into Geralt’s arms, trusting that his friend would catch him, and sure enough Jaskier never hit the floor. His arms flung around Geralt’s neck as his fake boyfriend grunted under the sudden weight, and he planted a kiss on Geralt’s cheek. “Thank you, dear heart!”

Geralt blushed furiously at that. For one, beautiful, shining moment, Jaskier could believe that Geralt loved him for real. Instead of dwelling on it, he just laughed, booped Geralt on the nose before dropping to the ground.

“Hmm, I’ll take that one,” Geralt nodded to a dark brown alpaca who was trotting around the pen. “I’ll call it Roach.”

“Umm… actually-”

“Roach is a fantastic name,” Jaskier added hurriedly, glaring at their guide before she could say anymore. “Roach and Paddy’s wonderful adventures! It can be the title of my next book.”

“Isn’t Roach a cat in your books?”

“Well… she can be an alpaca for a day. She gets hit by a magic spell. The evil magician… Stregobor!” Spreading his hand wide, he turned to grin at Geralt.

“You and your imagination,” Geralt scoffed.

“Yes, and you love me!”

They both froze for a moment at Jaskier’s words, but thankfully Geralt recovered quickly. He smiled fondly, cocking his head and pressing a kiss to Jaskier’s forehead. “I do, yeah.”

Jaskier squeaked, pressing his face into Geralt’s shoulder as he melted into his friend’s embrace. “I love you too,” he mumbled, wondering how the hell he was going to make it through the day.

“You two are a sweet couple,” the guide said as she entered the paddock, and the pair of them pulled apart on instinct.

It wasn’t the first time someone had said that about them, their friends included… but it was the first time they weren’t supposed to deny it. Unfortunately, old habits die hard, and Jaskier was halfway through stammering their usual “Oh no we’re not a couple” before Geralt’s lips crashed against his, cutting him off in a spectacular fashion.

Holy fucking shit

Out of all the ways Jaskier had imagined their first kiss, it had never been quite like this. Even when he’d thought about the fact they would have to fake-date in order to go on their adventure.. He’d always pictured it being a culmination of events, a dash of unresolved sexual tension, and melting into each other after tearful love confessions.

But a kiss was a kiss… and a kiss with Geralt was all he’d ever dreamed of since they’d first met. He sighed into it, gripping Geralt’s waist lest the idiot tried to pull away too early. Tentatively, he swiped his tongue along Geralt’s lip, doing a little victory dance in his head when Geralt let him deepen the kiss.

In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say.

A cough from behind them tore them apart. Jaskier kept his fingers wrapped into the folds of Geralt’s coat, even as they separated. A bubble of laughter escaped his lips, slightly manic but no less genuine.

They’d kissed.

With a sheepish smile, he turned to face their long forgotten guide, a mumbled apology on the tip of his tongue, but he was quickly distracted by the two reins she had in her hand. Paddy and Roach had been reined and haltered, ready for their adventure!

“Oh, ho, ho!” he cried, abandoning Geralt in favour of his adorable new furry friend. “Look at you! Oh you are so cute! Yes you are! Geralt I think I might be in love. Can we keep him?”

But Geralt only rolled his eyes, reaching out far more calmly to the newly named Roach. Whether Roach was actually a girl or not was inconsequential, Geralt had decided she was called Roach, and that was enough for them. She shied away from Geralt’s touch, more so than Paddy, but Jaskier was certain that by the end of the trek, they would all be best friends, and maybe, if he were really, really lucky… Geralt might be his boyfriend.

Ah to sleep, perchance to dream.

“Ready boys?”

Jaskier glanced over at Geralt and winked. “Never been readier! How about you, dear heart?”

“I’m ready… love” Geralt replied, the blush still not leaving his cheeks as he stumbled over the term of endearment.

It was simply too much, too adorable, and Jaskier wanted to take Geralt’s face in his hands, to kiss him senseless… perhaps it might just be his only chance to do so. Before he could change his mind, he leaned in to brush a more chaste kiss to Geralt’s lips, rubbing their noses together as he pulled away. “Let’s do this then, my darling.”

The hike had been beautiful, if not a little muddy. There were brown splatters all up Jaskier’s jeans, and Geralt’s weren’t looking too great either, but at least he hadn’t slipped and fell like Jaskier had. His arse was sore, and his pride was wounded, not to mention that he looked like he’d shat his pants. His dear, wonderful, fake-boyfriend and very best friend had, of course, just laughed at him, and even Paddy joined in the fun by taking that moment to spit at him.

The sheer joy on Geralt’s face made it all worth it, even if his jeans did end up in the bin by the end of the day. God, he hoped they wouldn’t. He really liked those jeans. The way is arse looked in them was sinful, so in hindsight not ideal for muddy treks through the countryside… but the point being! The point being was that Geralt was having fun, even after a week of sulking about Yennefer, his friend was laughing again. They were able to hold hands, and make in-jokes, and just… exist together. It was just like old times… only with more cutesy nicknames and kisses.

Fuck, the kisses.

Once they’d started it was as if they couldn’t stop. At every available opportunity, Geralt would bring Jaskier’s hand up to his lips, brushing a kiss to his fingertips, his palm, his wrist. If it wasn’t Geralt, then it was Jaskier falling against Geralt’s side, capturing Geralt’s lips with his, humming into every kiss.

If he hadn’t already been in love with Geralt, then he would have been by now. It was possibly the most perfect date he’d ever been on… and it wasn’t even real. At some point during the date, Jaskier had forgotten that he was meant to be pretending, every kiss, every touch, and whispered confession of love had been more real than anything he’d ever done or said before.

Maybe that’s why he felt like his heart was breaking.

The alpacas were back in their pen, and Geralt and Jaskier had returned to Geralt’s car, sitting quietly, their hands still gripped together tightly. A silence had fallen over them as they watched the sun move closer to the horizon with every minute that passed, clouds starting to form and catching on the rays of light, painting the sky in a cacophony of colour, reds and pinks and blues.

Sunset was still a good half an hour away at least, but they both seemed unwilling to move. Neither of them dared to break the silence, and to Jaskier it felt like the window of opportunity was swiftly closing in his face. They were running out of time.

“Geralt?” he murmured, his thumb brushing the back of Geralt’s hand.

“Hmm?”

“I really enjoyed today.” The words cracked as the emotions inside him got too much. There was so much he was leaving unsaid, desperately hoping that Geralt could read between the lines. After everything they’d been through today, it would be nearly impossible to go back to being friends.

Fake-dating really needed to come with a warning.

Do not fake-date the person you’ve been in love with since the day you met. It will not end well.

Or perhaps it did come with a warning, in big, bold, red letters that Jaskier had torn off without a second glance. That was a mistake he was paying for now.

To his surprise, Geralt just squeezed his hand tighter and he gave another low hum of agreement. Jaskier chewed on his lip and turned to face his friend, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves.

“Geralt?”

“Yeah?”

This was it. Years of yearning and wanting and pining… all coming to a head in one terrifying moment. They were alone, and anything he said wouldn’t be able to hide under the pretence they’d kept up all day. He just needed to bite the bullet and say something, or live for the rest of his life in regret.

You could say many things about Julian Alfred Pankratz, but he wasn’t a coward. Some things fucking terrified him but he did them anyway, because he had to, because living with regrets was something he found to be unacceptable. He just… didn’t think about the fact he’d be hiding his crush for years, his pride couldn’t handle that, but no more.

It was time to be brave.

To- to…

Fuck.

There was no way he could manage this on his own if Geralt rejected him.

“Spit it out, Jask,” Geralt grumbled, giving Jaskier’s hand another squeeze.

“I-I, and umm, I’m not expecting anything back or whatever, just… know that? But I-”

“Jaskier!”

“I love you!” The words tumbled out in one go and he squeaked, covering his mouth quickly. Holy fucking shit, he hated this. His cheeks burned and he didn’t even have a pillow or blanket to hide his face behind. Everything was out in the open, crystal clear with no escape.

“We’re alone,” Geralt hummed, turning to face him, golden eyes watching him intently. “You don’t need to say it anymore.”

“Yeah, I know, and yet… here we are.”

“Here we are.” The atmosphere in the car was tense as Jaskier waited for Geralt to gather his thoughts. He knew it was a big thing to just dump on his best friend, and sudden changes were never great for Geralt, but one like this really should have been expected after the day they’d had. “I think I love you too,” Geralt said finally, a soft smile on his lips.

Oh the relief.

Jaskier felt like a kid on Christmas Day. Everything just seemed to fall into place, just like in the movies… Although if it were the movies, there probably wouldn’t have been the ‘I think’ but Jaskier knew Geralt well, and feelings weren’t always his friend's strong point.

“To clarify, I mean I’m in love with you.”

“I know what you mean,” Geralt grumbled.

“So… Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice sounding pathetic and weak but he needed this.

Smirking, Geralt raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been kissing me all day, Jask.”

“Yeah but… not an act? I want to kiss you and know that you mean it,” he whined.

Instead of replying, Geralt just closed the gap between them, pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss. His fingers cupped Jaskier’s cheek whilst Jaskier’s fingers threaded into Geralt’s hair just above the nape of his neck, holding him close. It lasted for barely a second, but it was perfect, and as Jaskier pulled back he rested his forehead against Geralt’s, eyes fluttering open so he could see the honey, gold irises looking back at him.

“I love you,” he said again because he could, finally and without any fear. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I hmmph-”

Geralt’s lips were on his once more, but it was okay. He just smiled into the kiss, feeling very much at peace with the world.

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#the witcher #geraskier #fake dating #geralt/jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt #jaskier pankratz #jaskier #wolfie's witcher writing

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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Too itchy, too loud, too bright

(A/N): This was not requested but I had to get this one off my chest, it started to bug me in my sleep (like Hamilton did to LMM).

Summary: How fast is Spencer able to connect the dots when his daughter complaints about the feeling, loudness and brightness of everything?

Warnings: Descriptions of sensory overload (I described like I feel when I get them and what the internet gave me)

Wordcounts: 1.1k

✨Masterlist✨ ________________________________

When Spencer starts his day, he never expects it to have this outcome. He wakes up his daughter, like every time he does when he is at home and not away on a case. Breakfast, brushing her teeth and doing her hair goes also uneventful. The young doctor likes to get her ready in the bathroom before dressing the girl in order to avoid toothpaste stains. The first mishap happens when the father wants to dress her.

“No Daddy”, (Y/N) screams and throws the shirt he put on her away.

“But Baby”, he tries to console her, “You need to wear a shirt. Or something else. What about the fluffy hoodie with the TARDIS on it?” Spencer hopes she agrees to that, because if not his options are running out.

Luckily for him she nods and lets him change her into the aforementioned clothing article. This is until she begins to whine again. “Daddy, it ITCHY!”

Patiently he asks: “Where does it itch? Is it the sweater or is there something inside that itches.” (Y/N) points to where the label inside the hoodie is. Spender sighs in relief. Finally he is getting somewhere, he thinks while cutting the label off. The father makes a mental note to do the same with all of her shirts.

Because of the whole clothing debacle the small family is running late, which results in them power walking to the train station. “Daddy, loud!” The girl stops and looks up to him. Given their small time window Reid just picks her up and starts walking faster. “Sweetheart, I know the streets are loud, but they are every morning. It will be quieter on the train.”

It seems like anything he does just upsets her further. “NO DADDY! YOU NOT UNDERSTAND” After her outburst, (Y/N) puts her head into her father’s shoulder and her hands over her ears. Only now Spencer connects the dots. The sudden realization makes him mad at himself, he deals with the human psyche on a daily level, but can’t see the symptoms in his own daughter?

“Oh Baby, I think I do now. Let’s get home, where it’s quiet, alright?” While screwing her eyes shut and clamping her little hands over her ears, she nods. As they find their way back with him carrying (Y/N), Reid shoots a quick text to Hotch saying he can’t come in today, because his child isn’t feeling well.

After he shuts the door quietly, he sees an answer from the Unit Chief telling him he hopes that she gets better soon. Spencer nods to himself at that, sure that Hotch thinks something different is wrong than what the case is.

“Ok Sweetheart, what about I shut the blinds on your window and change you out of your hoodie and leggings? Then I’ll wrap you into a little burrito with the soft blanket you got from Auntie Emily and I can read to you while you try to take a nap. You can even wear Daddy’s eye mask, if you want.” Worn down by even the short amount of time she was awake the little girl nods tiredly. “Yes please”, she says in a small voice.

Just like he said, Spencer dims all the light sources in her room, undresses her except for her underwear to reduce any kind of irritating material and swaddles her with the rather heavy blanket in order to make her feel warm and secure.

While reading a cute book named “Rumple Buttercup” by a guy that looks oddly familiar to him (gifted by Garcia for exact that reason), (Y/N) dozes off fairly quickly to Spencer’s relief. He takes a hamper he left next to her closet and takes all of her clothes out laying them in it.

While cutting off all the labels in them as he watches old reruns of Doctor Who on a low volume, a phone ringing startles him. “Dr. Spencer Reid”, the young agent answers it without looking at the caller ID.

“Woah, since when are we this formal? Do you want me to introduce myself with Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan or is Derek fine with Mr Three-PhDs?” Though Spencer knows his friend is just joking, it kind of ticks him off.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you, but next time I’ll make sure to take your call with ‘Yo, what’s up man’.” “Wait, what got your panties in a twist, Reid? I just wanted to check up on you. Hotch said (Y/N) doesn’t feel good and I wanted to know if I can swing by on my lunch break?”

Spencer now feels bad for snapping at him. “Morgan I’m sorry. It’s just- yeah. When you get here, can you get milkshakes? I’ll prepare lunch, if you are fine with dinosaur shaped nuggets and french fries.” With a laugh the older one takes the order and confirms the menu.

Not long after this Reid opens the door, he texted Derek to tell him when he gets there to avoid ringing the bell.

“Uncle DEREK!” An excited toddler greets him by the door, a blanket around her neck like a cape. “Woah, hey there my little hero”, he picks her up while getting into the apartment, “You feeling better?”

With a solemn face she nods. “I felt really overwhelmed, everything suddenly got really itchy and was loud and sunny. But Daddy helped me, he read to me and let me wear his cute eyes mask. I looked like an alpaca. Oh, Daddy said you got a surprise?”

After a sweet lunch with a very energetic (Y/N), who is afterwards sent to play in her room, Morgan sits with Spencer down. “You do know, what happened, do you?”

“I-I do. (Y/N) got a sensory overload and I tried to guide her through to the best of my abilities. I think it was mainly sparked by the reasons that she slept bad for a few nights in a row and my mom is not doing good right now and (Y/N) always kind of feels it when something is off. I also assume that the labels on her clothes ends the whole ordeal off. But I know how to prevent them and what to do when she has one. You don’t need to worry”, the father rambles.

After making sure that both of them are fine, Derek plays for a bit with his favorite (and only as of right now) niece before going back to the BAU. The rest of the day for the Reid family is filled with watching several Disney movies, reading books together and color some in. In other words: A day off in the Reid household.

Taglist:

All works:

@agentshortstacc

Criminal Minds:

@averyhotchner @mggsprettygirl

Spencer Reid:

@calm-and-doctor

x child!reader:

@ilovetaquitosmmmm

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x child!reader #spencer reid x daughter!reader #derek morgan x child!reader #spencer reid #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #x daughter!reader #x child!reader

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jaskiersvalley · 4 years

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Much love to you and your writing dearest!! I was scrolling the internet the other fine day and came across an animal called the Maned Wolf, researching it, it looks like a fox but it’s not a fox NOR a wolf, but why I bring it up, is because I see Jaskier as one. If you look at pictures, the maned wolf is quiet long, very long legs, and because of the fox appearance I would think it’s rather playful, any who, I love your work and I hope you’re having a good day sweet pea!!

Two things Nonnie, firstly, I’m sat here grinning because I don’t think anyone has called me ‘sweet pea’ before and that is just delightful. Secondly, Jaskier as a Maned Wolf is so spot on! You have the mind of a genius. Alas, an idea has run away from me and I wish to apologise for the silliness in advance.

Everyone had an animal form. Children first shifted around the age of five and often enjoyed extended periods discovering their animal form. There was such a variety of forms, everything was a possibility from soft lamb to fierce tiger. A few unlucky were butterflies or guppies. Birds were also quite wide spread, it wasn’t unusual to see a flock of mismatched birds learning to fly together. People often travelled in their animal form, it was often quicker and easier than as a human. There was no taboo around forms and people shifted between human and animal as it suited.

Despite this, witchers didn’t shift. Rumours split opinion as to why that was. Some people believed that the mutations made their animal forms monstrous. A dog morphed into Cerberus, a gorilla into a drowner. It was quite common to believe only the fiercest of animal forms got taken as witchers, mutated so they could fight their own kind, monster against monster. However, other people thought witchers didn’t shift because they couldn’t. They believed the mutations whisked away the animal form but pulled the mentality of the animal form into the human body.

Neither theories were quite right, as Jaskier learned. He had followed Geralt up The Killer on four legs, finding it easier and warmer to navigate the path as a maned wolf. His long legs certainly helped with that. It was a shame Geralt didn’t shift, he’d promised he would when they got to Kaer Morhen but no sooner. Jaskier could be patient, he curled up against Geralt during the nights, basking in the warm touch.

Kaer Morhen was strangely full. From the stories Jaskier had managed to draw from Geralt, it used to be just the four wolves wintering together if they all made it. However, they were greeted by an additional witcher and a human too. Plus Jaskier himself. Which meant Kaer Morhen was as full as it had been since the sacking.

They were all settled in and heading down for dinner. Frustratingly, Geralt hadn’t shifted yet, something about a time and place. Jaskier was too busy watching him to pay attention to where he was going and he almost fell face first as he tripped over a large rabbit. It was huge and so very angry, cute little brows pulls down and back leg thumping to express deep displeasure.

“Sorry Vesemir,” Geralt called as he righted Jaskier.

“Wait!” Immediately, Jaskier was peering down at the giant rabbit. “That’s Vesemir?”

In the blink of an eye Vesemir was standing in front of them and rubbing his hip where Jaskier’s foot had caught him.

“That a problem, bard?”

It was unexpected, a Belgian Giant as a witcher’s animal form. Jaskier couldn’t quite get over it but he shook his head. Not that things got any better. They walked into the dining hall and there was the most adorable creature sat on the table.

“What is that?”

“Aiden,” Lambert said as he strolled in. “Oi, brat! What did we say about butts on the table?”

The quokka gave a smiling glare and Jaskier was mesmerised. A rabbit witcher was surely a fluke. But with another innocent looking animal, maybe there was something going on. Turning to ask Geralt about it, Jaskier gasped. Geralt wasn’t behind him. Well, he was but not as a human. Instead, a roe deer stared up at him with large, dark eyes. His hooves clopped on the stone ground as he walked towards the kitchen, head held high.

“No animals in the kitchen!” Eskel’s voice called. Before Geralt could turn around, an alpaca bounded over. It was Cahir who had to chase them from the kitchen with a wooden spoon wielded like a weapon. Geralt had a cucumber in his mouth and he dutifully shared his spoils with Lambert in the corner. Even Aiden clambered closer and snatched some of Lambert’s portion. Jaskier had so many questions.

Vesemir stood by his shoulder, watching. “The first attempts were a miserable failure. The witchers were too violent, too aggressive. They were selected based on their animal forms, tigers, sharks, bears. But it was too much, they were uncontrollable. Something softer was needed. The meekness of gentle animals, lambs, sloths, chinchillas, they could weather the mutations without losing their humanity.”

Which left a question about Eskel. However, Vesemir shook his head and promised they would show more in the next couple of days.

It seemed that witchers loved spending time in their animal forms. As the most dangerous one there, Jaskier felt responsible for the witchers in their animal forms. Not that Eskel or Cahir ever shifted. They kept very much human and seemed content. When the weather allowed, they went on excursions. Lambert and Geralt happily bounced through the undergrowth, playing some intricate game of tag and leap. Vesemir and Aiden were more content snuffling around, close to Jaskier. While it seemed that Jaskier was the predator guarding his herbivores, the reality was very much the opposite.

On a sunny afternoon they made it up to the lakes. Jaskier watched as Cahir and Eskel happily waded in, clothes discarded on the shore. One blink and Eskel suddenly disappeared. There wasn’t a ripple on the surface to suggest he had dived down. Puzzled, Jaskier stood on the edge of the lake and stared at the water. He almost missed the oranda goldfish swimming up to him. Such a decorative fish was do out of place in the wild and Jaskier blinked. He shifted back to human form out of surprise.

“Eskel?”

Next to him, Lambert sat on the ground and reached into the water to poke the fish. If fish could scowl, Jaskier was certain he had just seen it, the goldfish looked pissed off and pushed away from under the questing finger. A splash drew Jaskier’s attention and his jaw dropped. Where Cahir had been was a giant freshwater stingray. He was magnificent, spanning several meters in size. But absolutely useless in terms of an animal form.

“Our little water babies.” Lambert almost sounded proud. “I had an aquarium for Eskel but then we found Cahir and, well, he can’t exactly fit in a large jar.”

Suddenly, Jaskier was so very grateful for his form. He could protect himself if needed but didn’t look threatening. Hell, he was even quite pretty, if he was honest with himself. Nobody started anything funny when faced with a snarling maned wolf. Add in the bonus of it being practical, he didn’t shift and suddenly find himself drowning in air, Jaskier found a new peace with his form. And, he knew he would guard the witchers’ secret with his life. Cute, fluffy and inoffensive. There was more of a chance someone would choke on Eskel as a fish than him doing and damage. It wasn’t like he could slap his opponent hard with a flick of his tail. Then again, Jaskier didn’t make a habit of fighting in his animal form. Geralt almost always stepped in when needed, fully human and imposing. Though, some part of Jaskier wanted to know what the reaction would be if a soft, harmless looking deer butted into a fight. He made sure he’d never find out though, too protective of his innocent witchers to betray them like that.

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #eskel #lambert #aiden #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #vesemir #animal form au #tldr: witchers are harmless animals

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full-of-roman-angst-trash · 3 years

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A Darkside Christmas

Merry Christmas @nonbinary-bitch! I hope you have/had a nice Christmas. I was your secret santa. Sorry if the fanfic was a bit late, there were a bit of technical issues. Well, I hope the fanfic is to your liking and worth the wait!

Warnings: Cursing, mention of alcohol, Remus being Remus.

It’s been a bit over a year since Virgil has left the Darksides and while he didn’t hate being with the Lightsides, it wasn’t the same. Every morning in the Darkside was full of playful banter, cursing, loud music, vine references, and overall chaos. Remus and Virgil would team up to annoy Janus as much as he did and Janus did his best to control the two younger sides. It was fun and well they all knew it was nothing more than lighthearted jokes.

Mornings in the Lightside is completely different. It’s quiet, Logan usually wakes up first, makes himself a coffee, and then returns to his room. Patton wakes up later, makes breakfast for the two remaining sides. Virgil, Roman, and Patton then eat together, talking softly. In the Lightside, they prefer to be quiet, peaceful, and reasonable. If Virgil tried causing the same chaos he used to cause in the Darkside, he would just be told to please quiet down.

The best days in the Darksides though were holidays and birthdays. During holidays, the usual chaos was intensified by 100%. By the end of the day, things would end up broken, Janus would end up drunk, and Virgil and Remus would end up passed out somewhere. When the next morning came, they would all clean up and Janus would have to sleep through the day to get rid of his hangover.

On birthdays, the lighthearted jokes would intensify for the person turning older. If it was Janus’ or Virgil’s birthdays, Remus would give them tons of gross and inappropriate presents before giving them their real presents. Remus would also fill the house with pranks or annoying inconveniences to tease them. When it was Virgil’s birthday, Janus and Remus would both push his face into the cake. During Remus’, the other two darksides would take the opportunity to get revenge on the demented side for everything he’s ever done to him. Pranks would liter the house, each year getting more elaborate. Instead of giving him disgusting things, that the Duke liked, they would give him fluffy things that he found boring and “sickening”

One of Virgil’s favorite holidays to celebrate with the Darksides was Christmas. While Halloween was fun, it was a bit repetitive since most of the time they were just trying, and failing, to scare each other. Christmas on the other hand was full of alcohol, prank gifts, loud music/karaoke, teasing, way too competitive games, and overall crackhead energy. At the end of the crazy day though, they would make some cookies and hot chocolate, sit on the couch, and cuddle as they watched movies.

So when Virgil made the decision to leave, he knew that he’ll have to leave all those fun days and traditions as well. Now it was his first Christmas with the Lightsides. Holidays like Halloween had been slightly disappointing since Patton can’t handle scary stuff, all they did was eat candy and dress up. But, Virgil was sure Christmas would be fun.

It had started off pretty well. Roman had decorated the entire house the day before. Patton made them all cookies and hot chocolate. Logan even came down from his room and had breakfast with all of them. They all got Christmas sweaters. Roman even had a karaoke machine, which brought Virgil close to home.

It was about 6 p.m when Virgil started to feel off. He remembered that Every Christmas, Remus would bust into his room and scream “It’s Christmas” starling the emo awake. None of the Lightside ever really drank, which meant he couldn’t get drunk as he had with the Darksides. He missed having chugging competitions with the others. He missed having to double-check his drink to make sure Remus didn’t add anything nasty to it. He missed having singing battles with Remus while Janus tried to hide his fond smiles and look annoyed. He missed Janus given him ugly sweaters, which he was often convinced to wear. He missed Remus setting up a bunch of mistletoes everywhere and teasing them by “trying” to kiss them. He missed looking through pictures of the past Christmas years that Janus hung up every year. He missed when Janus finally gave in and would sing with them. He missed them playing Uno or Monopoly which would lead to them arguing and fighting. He missed them so much he couldn’t bare it anymore.

“Hey guys,” Virgil said softly, getting the others’ attention.

“Yes, kiddo?” Patton looked at him with a soft smile.

The anxious side stood up, “I’ll be right back. I need to go do something real quick.”

Roman nodded, “Alright!”

Virgil gave them a small smile before sinking down to his room. There, he took off his Christmas sweater, neatly folding it and putting it on his bed. Afterward, he walked over to his closet, taking out two presents. He starts walking to the Darkside.

As he was getting closer, he could hear the two Darksides arguing, however, unlike the lighthearted fights they had in the past, this one sounded serious. Remus’s voice was harsh and shaking slightly while Janus’ was quieter and carking as if he was holding back tears. Virgil frowned, wondering what happened to make them fight on Christmas of all days. He also noticed there was no music in the background.

He cautiously walks into the living room. Janus nor Remus notice him, too caught up in their argument.

“G-Guys….?” Virgil speaks up quietly after a while.

The two sides freeze at the familiar voice. They slowly look over at him. For a second no one moves or says anything. Suddenly the two sides rush over to their old friend and hug him tightly. Virgil drops his gifts and hugs them back tightly. They all start crying, the tears holding both joy and sadness.

Once they finally calm down, the hug is broken. Virgil picks up the gifts and holds them out to them.

“I brought some gifts.”

“Thanks, emo!” Remus says cheerfully as he quickly takes his.

He starts going over to the tree to put it with the other presents.

Janus takes his, rolling his eyes and jokingly saying, “This better be a good gift or I’ll return you can go back to the Lightsides.”

Virgil laughs, “Yeah, okay, as if you weren’t just crying about me coming back.”

He gets a hiss in response from the snake-like side, which only makes him laugh more.

Remus then runs up behind Virgil and jumps on his back, making the slightly shorter side yelp and almost fall.

“Remus! You almost killed me!”

“That’s beside the point, Virgin! You owe me a singing battle!!” The demented side loudly exclaims.

Virgil rolls his eyes, doing his best to hide his fond smile, “Yeah, yeah! Whatever.”

“Before you guys do that,” Janus smirks at them, “Virgil! I have a sweater for you!”

The emo side whines playfully and sniffles dramatically, “Fiiinnnneeee!!”

Janus hands him an ugly sweater/ Virgil quickly puts it on, trying to hold back a laugh when Janus and Remus burst out in laughter. Once they calm down Virgil does that singing contest that he owed Remus. The two of them loudly (and purposely badly) sing “I’m Gonna Kill Santa Clause.” All of a while, Janus dying of laughter in the background at the two sides trying to outsing each other.

Once they are done, Remus randomly starts singing, “Never Gonna Give You Up,” resulting in Janus throwing a pillow at his face. After the two of them finish throwing the pillow back and forward, they make their way to the kitchen to get some alcohol. Virgil ends up getting half a cup of vodka, Remus gets a whole cup, and Janus just takes a whole bottle.

While they drink, they sit on the couch, blasting music on multiple speakers.

Remus smirks after a while, “Hey, emo!!” His voice is full of mischief

Virgil looks at him with suspicion, “What?”

He points up, smirking wider. When Virgil looks up, he sees a mistletoe.

“No! Hell no! I ain’t kissing you! I rather kiss the trash can!”

Remus rolls his eyes and leans on Virgil dramatically, puckering his lips, “Come on Virgie!! It’s the rules!! Give me a kiss!! I’m basically the same as a trash can!!”

Virgil pushes him off the couch, “I don’t give a shit about the rules.”

The crazed side falls onto the floor with a thump, immediately laughing, “Come on Emo! Don’t be so boring!!”

“Oh hush,” Virgil kicks Remus’ sides, making sure not to kick him too hard.

Janus rolls his eyes at the two sides’ antics.

They all finish their drinks at about 8 p.m.

“Double Dee!!!!” A tipsy Remus whines, “Can we open the present now!!!”

A now drunk Janus shrugs, “Whatever.”

Remus stands up quickly, “Yay!!! Come on!!!”

He goes to the tree, behaving like a five-year-old. Virgil chuckles and stands up, going over to the tree as well. Janus just stays in his seat, too lazy to stand up.

“I’ll go first!” Remus says, getting one of his gifts, the one Virgil got him, and ripping it open.

The gift was a pink fluffy alpaca plush that smelled like lavender, it’s nose in the shape of a heart.

Remus puts the gift out and looks at Virgil with exaggerated ook of betray, “You leave for a while year and come back with this pink monstrosity!!”

Virgil laughs mischievously, “Merry Christmas!”

“Bitch! You better give me another present before I throw it at your face!” Remus threatens.

“You ungrateful,” Virgil says joking, “Rip the toy open.”

Remus raises a brow but does so happily, when he does, he finds a pocket knife and some slime.

“Fuck yeah! Thanks, loser!”

“Hurry up and open the rest of the presents slow ass!” Janus cuts in

“Fine, danger noodle!”

He quickly opens the rest of the gifts. There were five in total, one from Virgil, three from Janus, and one that wasn’t labeled but Remus knew it was from Roman. He ended up getting a painting of Remus’ favorite animal from his twin. From Janus, he got a Shrek costume that Remus totally didn’t pressure Janus to buy him, a pet rat, and an avocado as a joke.

“Your turn Virgil!” Remus looks at him.

“You guys got me gifts?”

Janus sarcastically says, “No. You’re just gotta open some air.”

Virgil huffs, “Calm down there with the sarcasm there Jan.”

He gets his gifts, two of them from Jaus and three of them from Remus. He quickly opens them. From Janus he got a spider plush and a new hoodie to wear with the Lightsides instead of his fully black one. Remus got him a weird body pillow as a joke, which Virgil threw back at him, a My Chemical Romance shirt, and a Jack Skellington figurine.

“I guess it’s my turn,” Janus says before standing up and getting his gifts.

He had the one Virgil got him and the three from Remus. Once he finished opening them up, he had a big snake plush from Virgil. From Remus, he got a shirt that said “Snitties” which Janus promised he will never wear, a philosophy book, and a blanket with snakes on it.

“Come on mom!!! Put the shirt on!!!” Remus begs

“First of all, don’t call me mom,” Janus says flatly, “And Second of all, no. Never in a hundred years.”

Remus continued to try to pursue Janus into wearing the shirt but eventually gave up after half an hour.

Was now about 10 p.m

“Looks like it’s time for movies and cuddles,” Virgil says as he checks the time.

Remus’s eyes light up with excitement, “Yeah!!”

Janus goes and gets the cookies and hot chocolate from the kitchen before sitting down with a fond smile on his face.

The two other younger sides sit down, each on one of Janus’ sides. The older sides drapes his new blanket over the three of them and holds them close.

“Let’s watch “A Christmas Carol first!” Remus and Virgil say in unison.

Janus nods, snapping the movie on. For the rest of the night, they continue watching movies, eventually, all of them falling asleep. Virgil completely forgetting he was supposed to return to the Lightsides, Falling asleep with a fond smile on his face, happy he came back to celebrate Christmas with his best friends.

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The Live-In Boyfriend - Chapter 10: Lullaby for Wei Ying

Wei Ying knew Lan Zhan well enough by now that he also knew about certain peculiarities that he had. Not that these peculiarities detracted anything from Lan Zhan’s general… everything. On the contrary, these little peculiarities added something to him that made him irresistible.

One thing Wei Ying found interesting, for example, was that it was quite difficult to get Lan Zhan into a relaxed mood. He was generally a calm and controlled person, and even when they had sex and Lan Zhan showed a rather wild side of himself, Wei Ying would never be able to describe that as uncontrolled. Whatever Lan Zhan did, he did it with a certain intent and gravity. However, once he reached a certain state of relaxation, Lan Zhan turned out to not only be remarkably agreeable, but also playful. He would even indulge any of Wei Ying’s stupid questions.

The only difficulty was, of course, to get him there.

So when they were in the living room one day, with Wei Ying lazily lounging on the sofa while Lan Zhan was reading something, Wei Ying felt that his chance had come. Lan Zhan was sitting with Wei Ying’s head in his lap, and he was absentmindedly petting Wei Ying’s hair, a sense of ease around him that could only come from the fact that he was completely on break right now, physically as well as mentally. Wei Ying figured that Lan Zhan was just in the right mood to bear a little teasing from him.

“Say, Lan Zhan,” he said aloud.

Lan Zhan made a soft noise to signal that he was listening, and kept stroking Wei Ying’s hair.

“What’s your favourite animal?”

Lan Zhan stopped his movements for a moment and looked down at Wei Ying, probably trying to gauge the meaning of this sudden question. After a moment, he turned back to his book and put his hand back into Wei Ying’s hair. (Wei Ying wasn’t going to lie: he loved being petted by Lan Zhan, so that was a definite plus.)

“Rabbits,” he eventually replied.

That… that was a surprisingly cute choice, Wei Ying thought a little stunned. He didn’t quite know what he had expected Lan Zhan to answer, but rabbits definitely hadn’t been on the top of his list.

The thought of Lan Zhan and rabbits was a little incongruous, but after a moment of consideration… it was also very cute. Lan Zhan and a fluffy bunny. He was always such a careful person, so he would probably gently take the bunny, put it on his lap, and then stroke him with controlled, slow movements until the rabbit would fall asleep from all that careful petting. He could see it in his imagination. Well, that was something he definitely wanted to see in real life. Lan Zhan and bunnies.

“Wise choice,” he said aloud. “They are rather delicious.”

Lan Zhan sent him a stern look, one that clearly threatened the withholding of any more pettings unless Wei Ying took those words back.

“I’m joking, I’m joking!” Wei Ying exclaimed, quick to reassure Lan Zhan even as he was laughing. “I’m obviously joking. No eating the rabbits that Lan Zhan likes so much, I promise.”

That seemed to mollify Lan Zhan somewhat, and he thankfully didn’t remove his wonderful hand from Wei Ying’s hair.

“Wei Ying?”

“Huh?”

“What is Wei Ying’s favourite?” Lan Zhan repeated the question.

“Oh.” Wei Ying considered the question for a moment. “I don’t really think I have one that I prefer over all the others. I mean, rabbits are very cute, but so are cats and some birds and alpacas, and red pandas, and… well, I can tell you what I definitely don’t like: I hate dogs. I hope you will understand that this apartment is and forever will be a dog-free zone as long as I live here.”

“Why?”

Wei Ying looked up at Lan Zhan and found him looking back.

“What do you mean, why?”

“Many people like dogs. Many people own dogs. So, why.”

Wei Ying sighed heavily. “So you want me to confess my uncoolness? Fine. I got maimed by a dog once, and I don’t trust them not to try that a second time. Ergo, no dogs.”

Lan Zhan made a noise that might have been agreement or consideration, Wei Ying wasn’t entirely sure. But he didn’t ask about how Wei Ying had ended up in between the jaws of a dog, and Wei Ying was honestly glad that he didn’t. He hated even thinking about it, much less talking about it.

Instead, Lan Zhan declared, “No dogs. We can have rabbits instead. They are much better.”

“Haha, are you planning on getting a pet now?” Wei Ying teased. “You already have me! You should pay attention to me!”

He playfully pouted at Lan Zhan. It wasn’t entirely inaccurate, too. After all, he kind of was Lan Zhan’s pet. At least, Lan Zhan took care of him, and gave him food and everything else he needed to live. So really, Lan Zhan was kind of keeping him. Not that Wei Ying minded that. After all, Lan Zhan had saved him from homelessness. And without knowing it, too.

He wriggled around until he could sit up and placed himself in Lan Zhan’s lap, wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan’s wonderful, strong shoulders.

“You’re not planning to replace me with a few fluffy rabbits, are you?” he asked, still fake-pouting.

“No,” Lan Zhan replied gravely. “Not replacing Wei Ying. I have always wanted to keep rabbits.”

That was, again, unexpectedly cute. But then again, a lot of things about Lan Zhan were unexpectedly cute. Like the way he frowned when he tuned his guqin and one of the strings wasn’t quite right. Or how hopeful and expectant he looked whenever he came through the door of the apartment and Wei Ying ran to the door to welcome him back with a kiss. The way he always made sure that Wei Ying was eating properly, and pushed food onto his plate when he thought he wasn’t.

“Hmmm, okay,” Wei Ying decided. “Lan Zhan should have all the bunnies he wants. And if they are too many, I can make rabbit stew.”

He laughed at Lan Zhan’s frowny face, and climbed off of Lan Zhan’s lap to go to the kitchen and prepare some conciliatory tea.

That was another thing that made Lan Zhan unbearably cute. Give frowny him some good, fresh tea, and all seemed to be forgiven. It made Wei Ying want to tease him even more.

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A little while after Wei Ying’s first official family appearance as Lan Zhan’s boyfriend, Lan Zhan announced that he was required to attend an event at university and hoped that Wei Ying would be able to accompany him. Wei Ying was quick to say yes, not just because it was his job, but also because he was kind of curious to see Lan Zhan in a professional setting.

He felt that Lan Zhan must be well-respected among his peers, but then, it was difficult to imagine that anyone wouldn’t respect Lan Zhan. He was very respectable. The respectable-est. So, Wei Ying was curious to see how his colleagues actually acted around him.

Which was how Wei Ying found himself in another suit made by Bai Jun, and took the metro to Gusu University to meet up with Lan Zhan after Lan Zhan had finished work at 5 pm. Since Lan Zhan always walked around in an impeccable suit when he was at work, he didn’t really need to change clothes, but Wei Ying brought him a different tie to wear, anyway.

He thought it would be a nice gesture.

I he was honest, he would have to admit that he felt a little nervous about meeting Lan Zhan’s colleagues. He felt the need to make a good impression, not for his own sake, but for Lan Zhan’s. If Lan Zhan was as respected as Wei Ying guessed he was, Wei Ying didn’t want to be the reason for criticism.

Lan Zhan himself seemed entirely unconcerned about such a thing, though. He simply took the offered tie with a word of thanks, changed it with his work tie, and then steered Wei Ying towards one of the central buildings on campus where the event was supposed to take place.

When they arrived, quite a few people were there already, milling about in a tastefully decorated hall Wei Ying had never been in when he had studied here. Dispersed among the crowd were servers carrying around large trays filled with drinks and small appetizers.

While Lan Zhan went for his usual water, he made sure to get Wei Ying a very good glass of red wine, and then navigated him through the crowd towards where Lan Huan was already talking to several elderly gentlemen.

Lan Huan smiled at them as he caught sight of their approaching forms.

“It is good to see you again, Wei Ying,” he told Wei Ying in welcome before he introduced him to the men he had been talking to (and whose names and function Wei Ying forgot as soon as he had been told).

That was more or less how the evening progressed. All kinds of people came up to Lan Zhan and talked to him for a few minutes, and Lan Zhan introduced Wei Ying to those he apparently deemed worthy of such an introduction. He made sure that Wei Ying was well-supplied with snack and drinks, and occasionally kept him entertained during (usually very boring) speeches that were apparently thought necessary.

“Is it always like this?” Wei Ying asked quietly after an hour or so. “I’m starting to see why you don’t want to go alone to these events.”

“Hn,” Lan Zhan agreed. “Occasionally there are guests that are worth the conversation.”

“Aiyoo,” Wei Ying cried and laughed. “What a harsh assessment, Lan Zhan! Now I hope I am considered to be worth the conversation.”

“Wei Ying is always worth the conversation,” Lan Zhan declared, and well.

That was that, apparently.

And Wei Ying definitely wasn’t blushing at that comment.

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Wei Ying had to use the restroom once after indulging in the good wine that was served here, so he got separated from Lan Zhan for a little while. As he was making his way back to Lan Zhan, he happened to come across several people who were gossiping loudly – gossiping loudly, that was, about no one other than him.

“I can’t understand how someone from the Lan family can find it acceptable to date someone like that. Just look at the hair! And the way he keeps sticking to Lan Zhan. So unrefined! Completely unfitting for someone like Lan Zhan.”

“Well, there’s probably an easy explanation for that – he probably has certain abilities that Lan Zhan approves of.”

Several people in the group laughed.

“I think what you’re trying to say it that he’s a slut and good at spreading his legs.”

That opinion was followed with more laughter.

Wei Ying was trying hard not to pay the talk any mind, since he knew very well that it was ridiculous to be bothered by things like that. There was bound to be gossip. Lan Zhan had been open about his homosexuality for years now, that much Wei Ying new from the newspaper articles he had read, but he had never openly dated anyone. The sudden appearance of a boyfriend was certainly going to catch the attention of idle gossips like these.

What hurt him a little was that he couldn’t exactly deny what they had said. Compared to Lan Zhan, he was uneducated, and honestly, he was pretty good when it came to spreading his legs. At least where Lan Zhan was concerned. Not that this was a problem. Almost anyone so inclined would be ready to enthusiastically spread their legs when it came to Lan Zhan, really. The thing was, he wasn’t Lan Zhan’s real boyfriend, and therefore certainly wasn’t together with him just for the sake of being together with him. They had an agreement that involved money. And that didn’t really make him look like the morally superior person here.

All in all, it wasn’t worth to get upset over it, he decided. What was between them was between them, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan, and no one else.

He passed the group of gossipers with his head held high, and delighted in the way Lan Zhan turned around as soon as Wei Ying was in his vicinity, offering him his arm with practiced ease.

Sure, the gossips might think him a slut and a boor. They would probably call him a whore too if they knew about his arrangement with Lan Zhan. But it was still him that Lan Zhan had chosen, and not any of them. And it was him that Lan Zhan would go home with tonight. So really, who was the winner here?

He smiled up at Lan Zhan and carefully didn’t tell him what he’d just heard.

He tried to forget about the gossips, but the gossips were unable to forget about him, it seemed. It didn’t take very long until one of the gossipers that Wei Ying had seen earlier approached them.

He didn’t make a particularly mean impression, purely judging from his appearance. He was good-looking in a rather bland way, his most striking feature being that nothing about him was particularly striking, and that there was a certain roundness about him that softened his expressions. The man started to talk to Lan Zhan, but Wei Ying wasn’t particularly intent on making his acquaintance, so he mostly nodded politely as they were introduced, and then tuned the conversation out as soon as he wasn’t spoken to directly.

He returned to actually listening when the topic of conversation once again turned to him.

“We were all rather surprised, Professor Lan, when you brought someone with you tonight. We didn’t know you were taken.”

Wei Ying tried hard not to read anything malicious into that comment, but the urge to make a sharp comeback was strong.

Lan Zhan, on the other hand, was slow in this reply. He looked at the other man for several long moments and made him squirm in discomfort, before he finally deigned to reply.

“I wanted to make sure that this relationship is steady, and that Wei Ying is comfortable, before I introduce him,” he said.

Wei Ying tried to suppress a grin. He didn’t know if Lan Zhan had somehow managed to divine the bad intent behind the speaker’s words, but leave it to him to say just as much, if not more, in one single sentence. He hadn’t just suggested that this relationship had been going on for a while now, he had also asserted that they were both serious about it and that Lan Zhan was a doting boyfriend who took care of his lover properly.

That had to sting, particularly after everything the gossips had been saying. Not that it mattered. But it still felt very satisfying, as it always did when Lan Zhan demonstrated that he cared about Wei Ying’s wellbeing.

“I-” the other man stuttered, apparently a little disconcerted by Lan Zhan’s straightforward answer. “I see, that is very lovely. You make a good couple.”

Liar, Wei Ying thought.

He suddenly saw it with perfect clarity. This man wanted to stand next to Lan Zhan exactly the way Wei Ying was doing it right now.

Honestly, the sentiment wasn’t particularly surprising. He’d thought about it before. After all, Lan Zhan was an eligible bachelor, with an excellent pedigree, and a powerful family backing him. His brother was the director of the university. His uncle was the major. Merely on that account, many would consider Lan Zhan a desirable match. But he was also beautiful, intelligent, disciplined, and skilled in many things. He was quiet, but willing to listen and help if needed. If he weren’t openly gay, women probably wouldn’t leave him alone. As it was, there were enough men who hoped for a chance with the incomparable Lan Zhan. And this one was certainly one of them.

What a pity for him that Lan Zhan had absolutely no interest in him, and that Wei Ying was already in that place he coveted so much. It was too bad, really, but Wei Ying couldn’t really feel any compassion after he had been described as a slut who only knew how to spread his legs for Lan Zhan.

“Lan Zhan is a very caring partner,” he said out loud, smiling up at Lan Zhan innocently. “I was very lucky to meet and fall in love with him.”

The man looked like he was ready to bite off his own tongue, but he eventually just nodded and smiled politely.

Good riddance, Wei Ying thought uncharitably once he finally left. And don’t you come back.

Despite that little incident, the evening turned out pleasant, with most guests being much better behaved than the troupe of gossips. Still, once Lan Zhan finally called it a night and drove them back to the apartment, Wei Ying felt tired. He had never been much of a schmoozer, and these few hours had been more than enough. He was looking forward to returning home and having Lan Zhan all for himself, now.

Still, though. He couldn’t quite forget the label that the gossip circle had christened him with.

Slut.

The word didn’t hurt him so much as that it made him wonder what exactly they were doing here. When did Lan Zhan plan to break up with him? And was it okay to continue like that until then? He knew that they had started this relationship with a simple deal that would benefit them both, but the longer they had been together, the more Wei Ying had started to believe that Lan Zhan deserved actual happiness. Of course, Lan Zhan had told him in the beginning that he wasn’t looking for anything serious, but Wei Ying still thought that Lan Zhan deserved everything. More than the fake relationship he was acting out with Wei Ying. More than pretending to be in love. An actual boyfriend, who would always love him. Not Wei Ying, and whatever Wei Ying was.

“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan asked as he parked the car in the parking garage of their apartment. “Is everything alright?”

Wei Ying smiled at him, careful to make it a little tired. “Yes, sorry, I’m just tired. I haven’t been around this many people for a while now. Will you play me something before we sleep? I want to wind down a little before I go to sleep.”

The request for music seemed to allay Lan Zhan’s worries.

“Hn,” he readily agreed, and put his arm around Wei Ying to guide him to the elevator. “Lullaby for Wei Ying.”

There was a tiny uptick at the corner of his mouth, and Wei Ying realised that he was being teased.

With his surprised laughter resonating in the parking garage, the doors of the elevator closed quietly, and carried them up to their home.

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