Riley and Lucas making cookies together super fluffy and cute
a/n: thank you so so much for this prompt anon! again, sorry it took so long to get to. i’m trying to crank these out as quickly as i can. also, this might not have been exactly what you were looking for, but it’s still super fluffy and involves baking, so hopefully you still enjoy!
word count: 1,350
“Lucas Friar, I swear if I see you grab one more of those cookies….” Riley scolded, slapping her boyfriend’s hand away from the cookie cooling rack, which currently held almost two dozen sugar cookies, that were waiting to be frosted. Lucas held his hands up in surrender, but not before placing a cookie into his mouth. She narrowed her eyes, before shaking her head and directing her attention back to the batter that she was mixing.
“I thought that you said I could help, you’re not letting me do anything.” He practically pouted and she raised her eyebrow at him.
“That’s because all you were doing is eating the batter!” She exclaimed, turning around to look at him, he merely smirked, taking another bite of the cookie in his hand. “And now all you’re doing is eating the cookies.”
dk + piggyback pretty please with a cherry on top! i love your posts ♡♡♡
“I’m too tired to walk any further, I think you’ll have to carry me,” you huffed, more as a joke than anything else, and held onto your boyfriend’s arm. Seokmin turned to look at you with raised eyebrows.
You had been walking for what felt like an eternity by then - you’d never place a bet on anything again if losing it meant not using the public transport for a day, especially when that day was full of errands - and your feet were, to say the least, dying.
Seokmin let out a thoughtful sound and stopped walking, pulling you to a stop as well. Before you were able to ask or say anything, he had already crouched down next to you. His voice held an amused tone as he spoke. “Get on, then.”
Your jaw dropped. “Seokmin, it was kind of a joke, I can really walk so it’s fine–”
“I wasn’t joking, so come on,” he said and patted his lower back a little as an invitation for you to get on his back. You thought about it for a while, thinking about how you didn’t want to bother him but how badly your feet were aching, but when you remembered that your boyfriend wasn’t just anybody, you sighed and gave in.
“Alright, but if you get tired, we stop, okay?” you said as you got on Seokmin’s back, and held back a yelp when he stood up so fast that you rose up a little and got his arms around your legs while you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck.
“Of course,” he hummed and turned his head so that you could see the right side of his face, only to witness the bright grin of his. “You can thank me when we get home.”
You scoffed. “The only reason my feet are dying is because you wanted to place that stupid bet on how far Mingyu would get in that video before crying!”
Seokmin shrugged and laughed heartily, tapping your legs lightly. “I know him too well.”
You hid your face in Seokmin’s hair and sighed. “You do.”
Summary: Your best friend Yoongi has something to confess to you.
He parked the car in your driveway and turned off the engine. Suddenly it got really quiet and you remembered what he had said earlier. “I have something important to tell you before you go by the way.”
Nerves crept up your spine, but you kept your cool, waiting for your best friend to say something.
He hesitantly shuffled in his seat and then turned his head to look at you. You raised your eyebrows when he didn’t say anything. Regaining his confidence, Yoongi patted his legs, indicating you to move to sit on his lap. A bright blush crept on your cheeks and you prayed to God that he wouldn’t be able to notice it in the dimly lit car.
You didn’t want to seem too nervous, so without hesitation, you kicked your shoes off just to make sure you wouldn’t dirty his car. Your body responded to his request so fast you were afraid it was too fast, but he didn’t seem to react to it.
You carefully slid yourself on his lap, taking support by placing your hand carefully on his thigh to lift yourself up enough. Yoongi kept his cool, even though he was screaming and panicking from the inside.
You nervously brushed some of your fallen hair away from your face behind your ear. Yoongi placed his arm protectively behind your back, his fingertips brushing your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt, sending shivers down your spine.
He locked eyes with you again, took a small deep breath to prepare himself.
“So you remember when we first met at that music store?” he started calmly.
“Why do I sense this is going to be the most cliche thi-” your words were cut off by Yoongi covering your mouth with his hand. “Don’t ruin this now (Y/N).” he shook his head and you giggled to his hand, raising your hands in surrender. He removed his hand and continued.
“The real reason why I came to talk to you was not because I wanted to ask you about the latest Justin Bieber album-” he was interrupted by your small giggle, glancing at you, but soon going on. “-truth is, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” he finished. Realization hit you like a train at what he was saying and all you could do was stare at him while he was looking anywhere else but your eyes.
“So, I guess this is my confession.” he added, confident enough to bring his eyes back to yours. Not much to his expectations, you just kept staring at him with a hint of shock on your face, combined with a sly smile.
“Oh God, say something!” he threw his hands in the air out of frustration, which made you smile wide, realizing how nervous he actually was.
“I’m still processing this!” you defended yourself, half joking.
“Still processing? It’s God damn daunting!” he chuckled nervously at you.
You needed to give the boy a relief, after all it must have been difficult to confess like this, so you put on the widest smile and basically dove into his chest, hugging him.
“This is me accepting your confession.” you smiled and mumbled against his chest. Yoongi instantly let out a huge sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around your smaller figure, pressing his head against yours. He smelled so good and felt so warm. You felt so safe and protected wrapped in his arms like in a cocoon. As you rested there comfortably, you soon felt a pair of the softest lips press a kiss in your hair as his thumb rubbed calming circles to your back. Pure happiness.
A/N: This is pretty short and it sounded a lot better in my head hahaa *nervous laughter*
Think of Molly coming home to find Sherlock just sitting on the floor surrounded by cats with a book in his hands, idly flipping the page. The best part is the gray cat that has decided to take a seat on Sherlock’s fluffy hair and he doesn’t seem to care at all. He just looks happy to see Molly although she has so many questions of why and how he managed to get so many felines in her house.
She finally just sets her bag to the side and finds Toby among the litter, rescuing him from getting to overwhelmed by the newest members of the household. She joins Sherlock, raised eyebrow and all. “Do they even have names?”
He of course tells her every single unique name he came up with. Not forgetting one for a second. “This one.” He points to the one atop his head, “I call Hooper. He likes messing with my hair, too.” He winks at her and she just laughs.
“We’ll keep him. Only him.” She smiles sweetly before pecking him on the corner of his mouth.
- I started this one on snapchat for @sundance201 who’s sick atm. Hope you like this version even more. ❤
“Well, don’t keep us in suspense, my statuesque God of Chocolate Thunder,” Garcia said, “Who did Boy Wonder go out with?”
“Y/N,” Morgan replied with a smile. “So much for her being obnoxious and annoying.”
When Morgan looked around the room, everyone was in varying states of surprise and anything but surprised. Garcia was stunned. Emily wore a knowing smile. Hotch and Rossi, of course, weren’t fazed at all. “It’s about damn time he asked her out,” Rossi exclaimed, raising his eyebrows as Spencer walked back into the room to stunned silence.
“Why is everyone so quiet?” Spencer asked, sitting down at the table with the god-given elixir that was his cup of coffee. “Were you waiting for me to start?”
“No,” Hotch said, surprising everyone else by being the first one to talk. “It’s just that when you left the room, you left your phone on the table.” It was so rare for Hotch to be smiling at work, no less in the conference room, where such grotesque, demented crimes were discussed, but there he was, teasing Spencer. “You got a text.”
Immediately, the confused look on Spencer’s face turned to a busted one. He still tried to play it off though. “I’ll answer it later. No big deal.”
“No big deal!” Garcia asked, eliciting laughter from the rest of their friends. “No big deal? You’re going out with Y/N!”
Spencer slapped his hands over his face, burying his head to try and contain his embarrassment. Not that she was embarrassing, he just didn’t know how to handle talking about his romantic life (or more often, his lack of one) in front of his friends. “We went on one date,” he said quietly, trying as hard as he could to downplay the situation.
Of course, that didn’t work.
“You’ve only gone on one date so far,” Morgan replied with a sly smile. “She said, ‘I had a great time last night. Looking forward to the next one.’”
“I thought you said she was obnoxious,” Emily laughed. She couldn’t count the amount of times Spencer had complained about having to work with her. It was hysterical every time because he was the only one that didn’t seem to get that the reason they butted heads so much was because they were all too similar.
“She is obnoxious!” Spencer exclaimed, remembering the way she called him stubborn. He wasn’t stubborn, she was. “She said I was stubborn.”
“You are stubborn!” everyone said simultaneously, laughing at Spencer’s expression of indignation. “You’re being stubborn about being stubborn.” Morgan couldn’t contain his laughter - this is what he had been saying for years.
Spencer scrunched his mouth shut. He wasn’t going to get anywhere with his friends today. He just had to resign himself to being ragged on for the remainder of the day. “I am not stubborn. Can we just get to the case please?” he asked, desperate to turn the attention away from himself.
“Sure thing, lover boy,” JJ laughed.
Their case out in California was different to say the least. While their normal victims tended to be children, teenagers or adults, their three victims so far were a minimum of 60 years old.
“So all three of these victims had in-home care after a surgery and died suddenly of the flu, all within a 15 block radius?” Reid asked Garcia over the connection on the jet.
Despite the distance between the BAU and the airborne jet, the furious sound of typing could be heard throughout the jet. “All three of the victims, Geraldine Walters, Harvey Burns, and George Johnson were all relatively healthy, but needed help with daily activities after surgery. Geraldine had a knee replaced, Harvey had a hip replaced and George had a stent put in his heart. Other than that, no one had any issues, except that they all came down with the flu after their surgeries. Geraldine and Harvey have unfortunately already been cremated, so we aren’t going to be able to get anything from them, but after George died, his daughter contacted the police. She knew the other two victims in passing and claimed she found it odd that three relatively healthy people died within such a short time and with no actual cause of death,” she continued. “She claimed that her father had never had the flu in his life; he never got sick.”
“It is odd,” Emily said, looking between the files of all three victims. “The likelihood of having that many healthy individuals come down with the flu during a time when the flu isn’t common and die suddenly in such a concentrated area is unlikely, but it could just be a coincidence, and with two of three already having been cremated, we’re going to have a difficult time proving that anything nefarious happened.”
Everyone agreed, wondering if this trip was going to turn out to be a waste. But better safe than sorry. “Well, working under the assumption that something nefarious is going down, what kind of person are we looking for?” Rossi asked.
“If they were actually sick, it would be considered an angel of mercy style killing,” Spencer started, “but given that they were relatively healthy, we are looking for someone sadistic, and although serial killers of this kind tend to be male, we definitely can’t rule out a female killer either. As a matter of fact, when it comes to this type of killer, a female is even more likely than the typical serial killer.”
JJ rolled her eyes. “Typical serial killer. We have such wonderful jobs, don’t we?”
“Alright,” Hotch started, “When we touch down, Emily, you go interview Geraldine’s son and daughter. JJ, take Harvey’s son. Reid, you and Morgan take George’s daughter and the in-home nurse he had, and Rossi, you and I will go to the funeral home that took care of all three funerals. Morgan and Reid, ask George’s daughter if she objects to her father being exhumed for an autopsy.”
As the plane started to descend, they all hoped that this was a false alarm, because if they did have some kind of angel of mercy, sadistic or otherwise, on their hands, they were going to be extremely difficult to catch - at least without another victim.
With JJ, Emily, Hotch and Rossi off to pursue other avenues, Morgan and Reid headed off to interview George’s daughter and his at-home nurse. “Hello,” Morgan said as a young woman about 30 years old opened the door. “I’m Agent Morgan, this is Dr. Reid, are you Helena, George’s daughter?”
“Yes, come in,” she said, inviting the two agents inside. “Thank you for coming. Everyone says I’m overreacting, but I really feel like something is wrong.”
“It could be nothing,” Reid said, “But in cases like this where many people die in a short period of time in a concentrated area, we do what’s called an equivocal death investigation to determine the cause of death. Can you tell us about your father? How was his health beforehand?”
As the three sat down in the middle of the living room, alongside George’s at-home nurse, Fiona, Helena did her best to describe her father through the tears. “Besides his heart problems, which were genetic and he was ready for as he got older, he was unbelievably healthy. Heart problems run in our family. He had a 90% blockage in one of his arteries, despite the fact that he was healthier than I was, so he had a stent put in. That’s when I called Fiona to help him with his daily routine while I was at work.”
“I can’t believe he’s gone,” Fiona stuttered, “He was such a sweet man.”
“Fiona,” Morgan asked, “How long had you been taking care of Mr. Johnson?”
She took a deep breath, linking her arm into Helena’s. The two had been friends since college. “A little over two weeks,” she said, “depending on how he was feeling, it could’ve been another two to four weeks.”
“And how long had he been sick?” Reid asked.
“About four days.”
“Last two questions,” Morgan said, “Was there anyone but the two of you with him in the past four days? And is it okay if we exhume your father? There is a chance that something will show up on the autopsy.”
Fiona pulled out a card with the name and number of her in-home care agency on it. “I had a family emergency of my own to deal with earlier in the week, so I couldn’t make it here until the afternoon. I was told that the agency sent two different nurses to cover those mornings.”
“If exhuming my father proves that he was actually murdered, like I think he was, then you do whatever you need to.”
“Ok, thank you. Please let us know if you can think of anything else that might help,” Reid said as the two stood up to leave.
Morgan and Reid walked outside, immediately contacting the agency to see who else treated Mr. Johnson. Spencer pulled out his phone to see a list of missed texts from the rest of the team. Emily and JJ both said that the first two victims’ children also said that their parents were ridiculously healthy, so coming down with the flu was out of the ordinary, while Hotch and Rossi said that the funeral home claimed there was nothing out of the ordinary. “Rossi purposely asked if anyone had any skin discoloration or if they could detect the scent of bitter almonds, but there was nothing out of the ordinary,” Reid said.
“What would that indicate?” Morgan asked as he pulled out into the street and toward the agency.
“Cyanide poisoning,” he replied. “But there was nothing.” As the two made their way to the agency, Spencer texted Y/N to let her know that he probably wouldn’t be back in time for their next tentative date. Thankfully, being in the same field, she was well aware of the difficulties and just extended her expertise if necessary.
“You got another date set up?” Morgan asked, trying to talk about anything but the case for a moment.
“We did,” he replied, “But I have a feeling this case is going to have us here for a while.”
Before heading back to the station, where the rest of the team had already convened, Reid and Morgan headed to the agency, where the head of the facility referred them to Mr. Johnson’s other nurses, Sam Meyers and Maryann Trotta.
“I don’t know,” Morgan said, leaving the agency and finally heading toward the station. “The way Maryann was talking about his symptoms, it was almost as if she hadn’t been treating him. She claimed he’d only been coughing slightly, while Fiona insists that he was violently ill.”
Spencer didn’t have a good feeling about her either. “She’s definitely hiding something. We just have to figure out what and why.”
And they needed to find out quickly. Minutes after they returned to the station, the local authorities got a call indicating there was another victim. “Jennifer Valesky died of flu-like symptoms about five blocks from George Johnson’s house. She was apparently healthy,” he said.
If they weren’t already feeling as though there was a killer on the loose, that cemented it. Four victims within a week and a half and in a now-17 block radius. “We have an angel of death in the area,” Hotch said.
You curl up next to him on the bed, snuggling your face into his chest.
Shu kisses your hair and pulls you closer to him.
He hums a reply.
'I heard Laito talking earlier. He was saying some really dirty stuff..’
'Are you surprised..?’ He sighs.
'N-no but…some of the things he was saying made me think..’
You look up at him just as he opens an eye. You blush..
'Oh?’ He was amused.
'W-well he was on about bukake…’
Shu raised an eyebrow.
'And..and I just thought..does Shu like doing that?’
'I like seeing my cum on you.’
You gulp, 'You do?’
'I like seeing it anywhere on your body.’ He rolls your body over and lifts off the sheets to see your partly naked body. His hand pushes up the silk nightdress to reveal your bare ass.
'I like cumming on here.’ He whispers on your ear as he strokes your ass cheek.
'And..’ He rolls you back over again and pulls down the straps, his mouth immediately finding your breasts.
You sigh and play with his hair enjoying the warm mouth and sensations.
Shu moves up to you, he smirks, takes your chin and kisses you with his tongue.
'I like seeing my cum in your mouth most.’
He extends the rough kiss longer.
You groan in his mouth and hold onto him. So turned on.
'But..I know you like..’ he moves above you and positions himself between your legs. 'You like me to cum inside you.’
Hello! Can you please write a imagine with Raphael Santiago from Shadowhunters with the February prompt 37, 90 and 100. Can you make a Raphael x female reader? Thank you :-)
Raphael Santiago - “You can tell me anything”
“Did you enjoy it?” Raphael raised his eyebrows and folded his hands under his chin. He stared at your almost empty plate and already gestured the waitress to bring you the menu again so you could order dessert.
“Raphael…” You licked your lips and took a deep breath. “You don’t have to spoil me rotten each and every day of the week.” You smiled and placed your hand on your filled stomach. “But I did enjoy it, yes.”
“Good, because you don’t deserve anything less than the absolute best.” Raphael smiled back at you and once again you were surprised that his teeth were so incredibly white.
You had asked him more than once to turn you into a vampire, to make you like him.
So far he had always said no, telling you that this life was not something he wanted you to take lightly. Since that day he had been taking you to the most expensive restaurants as if he had been trying to show you what you would miss. “I’ve seen they have creme brulee on the menu.” He locked his glance with yours.
You paused for a moment before you swallowed. “Raphael, I think we need to talk about something.” You bent your head and placed your napkin on your plate. You didn’t need dessert. You didn’t even want the creme brulee.
“Of course, you can tell me anything.” Raphael leaned back in his chair. His ankle was resting on his knee and he seemed to make himself comfortable.
“I know that you are taking me to the best restaurants in the world to convince me that I would give up way too many things when I become a vampire and I know that you only tell me the horror stories and the downsides of being what you are, but…” You paused for a moment. “I’m afraid it’s not working.”
Raphael frowned his eyebrows and he placed both his feet on the floor again while he leaned towards you. “What do you mean it’s not working?”
“I think something else is happening.” You took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment. You knew there was no way back anymore. You had said a and now you would have to say b too.
“What is happening?” Raphael cocked his head.
“I think…” You paused for a moment. “I think I love you.” You didn’t dare to look up at Raphael, didn’t want to meet his eyes. “I know that we were supposed to be just friends. I know that you would simply take care of me until I had found another place to stay, but…” You eventually looked up and saw the surprise, almost shock on his face. “I love you. And you’ve only given me another reason to want to become a vampire. I want to be with you forever.”
Raphael didn’t say anything. He just stared at you. He stared at you and he seemed incapable of finding the right words.
“Can you please say something?” You bit your lip. “Anything?”
Raphael stood up from his seat instead. He walked towards you and kneeled down in front of you. His delicate fingers brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “No, I wouldn’t know what to say, but…” He pressed his forehead to yours. “Can I kiss you?”
“That depends…” You felt your heart racing in your chest and knew all too well that he could hear it. “Are you planning on turning me into a vampire?”
“No…” Raphael shook his head. “But I am going to make your human life extraordinary beautiful.”
You took a deep breath, but eventually you nodded and you curled your hand around his neck, closing the distance between your faces. “Okay…”
It was an early evening in December when you and Joshua were walking down the street after seeing a movie and grabbing something to eat. Your hands were linked and you were talking, both of you smiling and even breaking out into laughter every now and then, and the more you walked the more you were filled with the feeling that you really loved him, in all his gentleness and silliness.
“Wait,” Joshua said suddenly and stopped in his tracks, and raising your eyebrows in surprise, you stopped as well. He melted into a smile and nodded up to the sky. “Look.”
You moved your gaze to the sky, and upon seeing all the snowflakes floating about for the first time that winter, felt excitement spread through your body. You grinned at your boyfriend. “Make a wish.”
Joshua nodded with a chuckle, and you were quiet for a while, focusing on making your wishes and appreciating the way the snow fell to the ground, some of it melting right away while some of it remained, eventually turning the concrete white. When you continued walking, you looked at him from the corner of your eye.
“What did you wish for?”
Joshua chuckled and let go of your hand, only to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you a bit closer. “It’s a secret.”
You pouted, but wrapped your arm around his waist, too, nevertheless. “Bummer.”
“I’ll tell you if it comes true,” he hummed and leaned his head against yours briefly, the lone snowflakes in his hair melting together with yours.
A smile spread to your lips as you turned your head to steal a kiss from him. “It’s a deal.”
“yuta? what are you doing?” you looked at him quizzically and furrowed your eyebrows a bit, he looked at you with a huge grin on his face. “what do you mean?” he hid the box quickly and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m not doing anything.”
you giggled a bit before leaning to look behind him. “what is that?” you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. he was always surprising you with gifts even though you told him not to anymore. after a year of dating you would think he’d listen.
“okay fine, this is for you.” he said gleefully and handed you the big white box. “are you serious?” you asked him with a smile. you looked down at the purple jacket with a small smile. on the back it had ‘his’ in big cursive writing. “don’t worry, I got myself something to.”
he walked into the bathroom and then came back out, wearing a matching jacket, only his said ‘hers’ on the back. “how do I look?” he questioned. “you look great.” you said smiling.
Creativity Night 28: Prompt 3 - ‘beads’ and/or ‘marriage’
I just came in at the end of this round, so I spat out some marlas thing?
you think we’re meant to last?”
blinked at the unexpected question. He turned to face Douglas,
well-versed in his partner enough to understand the seriousness of
the question, despite the nonchalant way he had asked.
do you mean?”
mean,” Douglas began slowly, “do you think the two of us could
make it work long-term?”
raised an eyebrow. Usually the doubt and worry was his shtick, but
Douglas seemed to be having a rare moment of it now. Carefully,
Martin considered how to answer.
think, if the last three years, seven months, twenty four days…”
He briefly consulted his watch. “…five hours and thirty two
seconds are any indication, we’ve certainly made good progress.”
lips quirked into a small smile at Martin’s precise timekeeping, but
his eyes were thoughtful.
about something a little more…permanent?”
tilted his head.
Douglas shrugged. “I don’t have the best track record for that kind
of full commitment.”
took a moment to mull it all over, and really look at what Douglas
was saying. He had known for a while now that there was far more
beneath Douglas’ persona of the self-assured sky god, but Douglas
rarely let it show. Moments like these were sparse, but they had
almost solidified and strengthened their relationship more than any
date night or intimacy really had. Martin felt the weight of the
moment, but he felt relieved to find he had a ready answer. He nudged
Douglas until he looked at him, and offered a smile.
just marry me a little, love me just enough, and we can make it
Hinata’s body jolted forward as the emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet in front of her. All Hinata had been doing all night was throwing up. She assumed it had been from the sushi from a sketchy gas station that had caused her throwing up.
As Hinata wiped her mouth she heard three sharp knocks on her front door. Gathering what strength she had left, the pale eyed girl stood up and walked to the door. “Who is it?” She asked politely.
“It’s your neighbor” Sasuke replied from the other side of the door.
Hinata raised her eyebrows and opened the door. “Sasuke what a nice surprise to see you” the dark haired girl stated.
“Could you throw up more quietly?” Sasuke asked cutting the small talk.
“I’m sorry I guess I didn’t realize how thin the walls are” Hinata apologized sincerely.
Sasuke raised a grocery bag in front of her face. “Here. I’m only giving you this because you kept me up last night with your obnoxious puking” the young Uchiha stated slightly embarrassed.
Hinata hesitantly took the bag and opened it. There was Ginger ale, saltine crackers, and Pepto-Bismol in the bag. A smile instantly appeared on her face.
“The ginger ale should take away your nauseousness and the saltine crackers will settle your stomach” Sasuke added, mumbling it due to him being embarrassed.
“Thank you so much Sasuke!” Hinata exclaimed happily.
“Would you like some tea before you leave?” The lavender eyed Hyuga asked.
“No I have to get to work. Go lay down and drink the ginger ale before you eat the crackers.” Sasuke instructed.
“Okay thank you again Sasuke” Hinata stated.
“I’ll be here after work just to make sure you did as I told you. I don’t want you to keep me up again” Sasuke told her.
“Alright see you later Sasuke” Hinata waved goodbye as he walked out the door.
“Yeah see ya” the Uchiha gave a small wave back.
I know it’s short sorry. Btw they live in the same apartment. Haha Sasuke doesn’t wanna admit her cares for Hinata but he lowkey does.
Prompt from xashfirex; Azula and her love (I chose Sokka for this) go to sleep together but hogs the blankets and the bed. Hope you enjoy, I had fun with this one. ^_^
Sokka grumbles. “Stop that, I swear to Agni, you stop that.”
But his feeble utterances do nothing to stop her. Azula,
still half asleep, gives the covers a hard yank. She pulls them over her head
and rolls onto them in a way that makes it harder for the Water Tribe by to
snatch them back.
“Come on, Azula!” He shouts as he tugs helplessly at the
blanket she is clutching firmly in her hand. But despite his fuss she doesn’t
wake up. Instead she rolls on to her side and mutters something soft and incoherent.
Sokka manages to catch the words, “Bosco no, Mai’s hair isn’t
a cream puff. You can’t eat Iroh’s teapot.”
Sokka raises an eyebrow at this. Her grip loosens on the
blanket. He takes the opportunity to make a move. His hand wraps around the
silken sheet, but she tightens her grip and murmurs again. This time he can
very clearly make out, “Zuko, if you touch my lychee nuts one more time I’m going
to kick yours.” He quickly retracts his hand before Azula can decide that it is
his nuts that she should be kicking.
“Alright fine. I don’t need blankets anyways, a real man
makes his own heat.” Sokka mutters.
“A real man makes his own heat.” Azula snickers.
“Oh good, you’re awake.” He chooses to ignore her mocking. “Would
you mind sharing the blankets?”
She squints at him through the darkness and possessively wraps
the blankets closer around herself. “I need them more than you.” She insists.
“I’m freezing, Azula.”
“And I’m a firebender. We require more warmth.” She states
and crosses her arms over her chest as if that settles everything. With that
she nuzzles her head against the pillow, turning her back on Sokka. “These
blankets are cozy.” She murmurs before drifting back into sleep.
He blinks twice. It is as if the firebender can exactly
control her sleep. For the next time he gives her a shake, she is already well
into another odd dream. This one centers around her mother trying to beat down
a lionturtle. Sokka listens a bit closer to find out that she is, in fact, the
lionturtle. Part of him wishes that he could have dreams like that. His pondering
is quickly brought to a dead hault.
“Ow!” He shouts. Azula had kicked him square in the back.
Apparently this dreamland fight had gotten intense. She rolls over again and
snatches more of the blankets. Now his feet don’t even have coverage. To make
matters worse, the princess begins sprawling herself across the entire bed. Sokka
has no idea how a firebender so small can take up so much space. No wonder she owns such a huge bed, he
thinks to himself, without it she’d
probably sleep fight her way painfully onto the floor. She gives him
another kick. This one is lighter. And then she spreads herself out completely,
in turn shoving him hazardously near the edge of the bed.
Sokka nervously shoved back, trying to give himself a little
more space. But the princess proves to be a sturdy opponent, rooted firmly in
the mattress. He sighs, “what is with you and not letting me sleep.” He reflects
bitterly on the night that she chased him, literally, across plains and over mountains.
At the point the Water Tribe man can’t tell if she’s a bigger pain in the ass
when she’s awake or when she’s asleep. Either which way, he can’t seem to best
her. “Kay, fine. You win again.” He glances at the couch, it will be his new
best friend. He picks himself up and out of the bed and stumbles sleepily over
to its inviting cushions. He takes the quilt that had been draped over the
headrest and tucks himself back in.
Azula stirs and mutters a soft, “hmm” as she notices that
she is now the sole inhibitor of the bed. This
won’t do at all, she thinks to herself. She yawns, slings her feet over the
bed, and hops off of it with a slight and graceful spring. Quietly, she tiptoes
across the room and snuggles up against Sokka on the couch. This comfy position
lasts all around three minutes before she realizes that she is growing chilly.
Sokka finds himself once more roused from his sleep. “H-how?”
Is the only dumbfounded word he manages to get out. For the tiny firebender had
found her way under his covers once again, leaving his left shoulder exposed to
the chilly draft. He considers stomping back into bed but decides that she’d
probably just follow him again, so he would stay put. At least this time he has
some blankets and the warmth of her body cuddled up against his own. She rolls
over to face him, slings her arm over his exposed shoulder, and buries her face
in his chest. This will do just fine, he decides.