I woke up this morning, rolled over, and read my group chat messages I missed after I went to bed. A dear friend of mine showed a picture of an interaction she had online with a friend of hers. She calmly and rationally laid out an argument as to why she was scared. Made her point eloquently.
Her thoughts were dismissed immediately by him as “libtard sore loser crybaby shit,” and another man chimed in that “it sounds like someone needs their pussy grabbed.” The first man joked that he already had. Disgustingly, no one spoke out against either of them - because our society has on the grandest level legitimized violence of all varieties before and after this election. Why do we do this? Why do we sit idly by while our other white male friends joke about violence against women? There’s some odd feeling you get - and they propagate - that stopping them means you’re not one of the guys, that you’re no fun. But think about this: you can be fun, and have all of the women in your life be tremendously leary of you. Or you can use your leverage and what you have to battle this attitude openly, with the least risk of violence or consequence.
White male liberal friends - open your fucking eyes. Stop wallowing in defeat and for God’s sake, stop acting like we need to find something in common with those people who are now emboldened to joke about sexually assaulting women in their lives. Saying nothing to them is endorsing their behavior.
Our responsibility as bearers of the single greatest amount of privilege in the world is to leverage our strength. Confront people who joke about sexual assault. Do it quietly or loudly, but do it. Women can handle themselves- of course. But to these slobbering neanderthals, a white man’s opinion is the utmost of importance.
AGGRESSIVELY protect POC. Aggresively protect women. Aggressively protect LGBTQ+. Aggressively protect marginalized people everywhere. And don’t fucking toot your own horn when you do it. Don’t expect gratitude. All of those people have to live in a JUSTIFIED deep fear of us - that was true before election day and it is increasingly true after it when it was revealed that a plurality of us from 18 on up voted for a man known to have committed sexual assault. Don’t tell me you didn’t vote for it - the passive acceptance of this growing MRA counterculture bullshit is a daily vote for it. It must be confronted vigorously.
Use your strength and your privilege. Don’t run away from conflict or making people uncomfortable anymore- they have never done it for you or for anyone else. Don’t brag about how you are a safe place for people - lead by example.
USE YOUR PRIVILEGE. You have the best chance of being heard OF ANYONE. Let’s go, boys.
Okay. I need to just take a moment to explain an insanely massive part of why I love Oswald Cobblepot so god damn much and why this little bird is so incredibly important to me.
I feel like it’s something a lot of people who don’t live with chronic illness, invisible illness, chronic pain or any sort of disability tend to overlook or don’t understand why it’s such a huge thing to people like me.
This little shit went from being a regularly functioning person, able to get out of bed in the morning without a second thought, to not being able to take a step without being in impossible to ignore pain. Looking at him, when he’s not walking obviously, he looks perfectly normal and able-bodied. And as someone who lives with more than one invisible illness and chronic pain, all with later in life onset, who went from normally functioning to barely able even lie down without pain at 21 (6 years ago), it makes me feel better every time this little bird climbs his way to the top.
Oswald gets shit done. Never once has he been shown being held back by his chronic pain. Sure, he’s not the healthiest example of what I should strive for, but god damn it, seeing Oswald fight for his spot at the top in Gotham reminds me that on any given particularly bad pain day, I can get myself up and out of bed. If he can become the King of Gotham, I can take the dogs for an extra five minutes on their walk, go get done the errands I’ve been putting off during a particularly bad flare up, or to go out one night with friends and stop isolating myself at home because I don’t have the spoons to leave the house.
I also want to say that it actually made me cry to hear that Robin Lord Taylor puts something in his shoe to remind himself that Oswald is in pain with every step he takes. As someone who has gotten so used to being in pain literally every second of my life that I don’t genuinely don’t remember what it’s like to not be in pain or have to take a boatload of medications just to get out of bed in the morning, it means so much that there is a genuine effort to understand what it’s like living this way. It might not seem like a big deal, but it matters to me so much.
So I don’t care if it seems ridiculous, but this particular portrayal of Oswald means the fucking world to me. If Ozzie can go from Fish’s umbrella boy to the King of Gotham, I can handle just getting up and out of bed.
🌺Aaye It posted lol🌺 (I had to get ready for school in the morning sorry if I’m adding this now I was in a rush)
Last night we ordered pizza I had three slices and by then I was already full but my mom asked me if I wanted another slice so I said yes. After the pizza I had a piece of cake also and then I thought why not do a liquid bloat since I’m already stuffed, so after my mom went to bed I went into the fridge and started chugging from the gallon of iced tea I went as long as I could and by then more than half of the gallon was left. My belly already felt tight and uncomfortable but I told myself that I could drink more so I took bigger gulps and counted to thirty before I stopped. I was so full and my belly was starting to hurt. So I stripped into my tank top and my underwear and I went to my bathroom and rubbed my belly until all of the discomfort went away before I took more pictures.
Here you can find my writing that I’ve done for either Teen Wolf or
The Originals, as well as Captain Hook/Kilian Jones from Once Upon A
Time. Ones that have been requested by people and the ones that I have
written as well. Enjoy reading through them :). And anybody’s welcome to
request, just send me an ask. x
Like, really sore. Upon waking up the next morning, you could barely move your stiff muscles. So instead of continuing the games, much to Cas’ dismay, you opted to stay in bed all day and catch up on some reading.
“Shhh!” Scorpius said pressing a finger to Albus’ lips as he pulled back the curtains to Albus’ bed and crawled into the warmth of the blanket which Albus was currently under.
“What are you doing?” Albus asked, trying to sit up straight.
“I’m cold…” Scorpius whispered into Albus’ ear pulling the blanket over their heads. It was a small bed and Scorpius was quite tall… Albus found himself pressed against Scorpius’ body and with a slight blush he realised how close they actually were, Scorpius was indeed very cold.
“Since when do we sleep in each others beds? And why are you so cold?” Albus asked, trying his best not to stutter, he was too close to Scorpius and it was doing things to him.
“Will you keep it down? The others will find out! I went out for a walk…couldn’t sleep.” Scorpius whispered furiously, he was one of those people who just couldn’t whisper but Albus decided against telling him…Scorpius was just so cute.
Albus blushed, he couldn’t think of Scorpius this way…they were best friends, but their noses were barely an inch apart and all he could think of was kissing Scorpius senseless, he wanted to weave his fingers into his hair and find out if it really was as soft as he imagined it to be, he wanted to stare into his enchanting blue eyes and listen to his stupid geeky references all day long. He was lost in his thoughts when Scorpius asked him to put his arms around him, in a whisper (he was quite loud, actually)
“What?” Albus asked, he wasn’t sure he had heard him right.
“Put your arms around me, I’m cold, remember?” Scorpius whispered back, with a hint of hope mixed with doubt in his voice.
Albus hesitated for a moment before finally pulling Scorpius into an embrace, they were too close, and so Albus buried his face into Scorpius’ shoulder as he figured it wouldn’t be safe to look at him.
As Scorpius put his arms around him he felt a shiver go down his spine. His heart was beating way too fast and he was sure Scorpius could hear it.
“So…there was something I wanted to try, I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately…in fact it’s also the reason I couldn’t sleep…” Scorpius whispered pulling away a little bit so that he was face to face with Albus again.
“What is it?” Albus whispered back, still trying to avoid Scorpius’ eyes.
“This.” Scorpius said, closing the distance between them with a kiss. Albus’ eyes were tightly shut as he kissed him back, he was afraid to open them…he was afraid it was just another dream. In no time Scorpius’ hands were tightly entwined with Albus’ hair and his tongue was in Albus’ mouth.
Albus had never been kissed like this before and he loved it. He loved how Scorpius entwined their legs together. He loved the little noise Scorpius was making. He loved how soft Scorpius’ hair felt under his fingertips. He loved Scorpius.
When they finally broke apart, they were both out of breath.
“Open your eyes, Albus…please.” Scorpius was on top of him now, he was heavier than Albus had thought, but he wasn’t complaining. Scorpius actually sounded a bit scared.
Albus opened his eyes and looked right into Scorpius’. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was a mess. Albus just couldn’t stop staring.
“Say something.” Scorpius looked scared.
“I love you” Albus whispered.
The blanket had somehow managed to stay in place, Scorpius just stared into Albus’ green eyes for a moment before laughing out loud.
“I love you too!” Scorpius said sounding relieved, a bit too relieved actually. He sat up straight, pulling Albus up with him, the blanket was gone. “I love you so much, Al, you won’t believe how much I actually do!” Scorpius was basically shouting now.
“Shut up Scor, the others will find out.” Albus giggled, kissing him a second time.
Thanks for the prompt @scorbusly ! 😙 I really hope you like it 😆😆
-When Newt springs out of bed fully dressed and without missing a beat and descends into his suitcase Mary Poppin’s style without an explanation. I don’t know why this was so funny. Just great out-of-the-blue physical comedy.
-”Because your skull is susceptible to breaking under pressure.”
-Picket’s attachment issues
-”Emptying” the niffler of mounds treasure.
-The mating dance. I can’t believe they went there, but I was dying. Hey, this movie was pg-13, it’s cool.
-”But we made them cocoa!”
-When Newt tries to obliviate Jacob. And Jacob (fairly) assumes Newt is some freak who’s about to kill him, so he clubs him in the head and runs away. Perfectly played by both actors, and hilarious.
-Queenie blackmailing that dude over his affair. The shift in tone from her was great. Love Queenie.
-All of Jacob’s screams. Could so have seemed forced and stupid, but the actor made it funny and natural.
-During the chase through MACUSA, Newt shouts at the Swooping Evil, “No, leave his brains!”
Here you can find my writing that I’ve done for
either Teen Wolf or The Originals, as well as Captain Hook/Kilian Jones
from Once Upon A Time and MacGyver (the reboot). Ones that have been
requested by people and the ones that I have written as well. Enjoy
reading through them :). And anybody’s welcome to request, just send me
an ask. x
Summary: In which Leo and Guang-Hong become famous YouTubers, Yuuri and Viktor get married, and large nets, bunny onesies plus omelettes, are somewhat involved in all this
Relationships: leoji, viktuuri, seungchuchu
Notes: i just realize like the idea of Leo and Guang-Hong as fluffy adorbs YouTube stars, but that somehow derailed into a Viktuuri wedding because why not, apparently
“Shut up and dance with me
This darling is my destiny
SHUT UP AND DANCE WITH ME”
Their song ended and Guang-Hong jumped backwards onto the bed while Leo went off to stop the recording.
“That was a good take!”
Guang-Hong smiled and nodded. The hood of his bunny onesie had sagged a little and obscured his vision in the last few seconds, but he managed to gets the claps in their dance down anyway, so he was a lil proud of it.
He drifted off to sleep as Leo checked their YouTube channel.
“Guang-Hong, your new video has 500k views! It’s…just a video of you eating an omelette?”
“Ah, that one. I…really don’t know either, but the fans kept requesting it. I think it’s because of that pic on our Insta. They say it’d be cute. ”
“Wew. I concur, you look adOrable!”
Guang-Hong just blushed and tugged his hood as far down as possible. Now he wanted to cover his face.
(Three years ago)
It looked like a regular day at Leo’s house: Guang-Hong dropping by, taking a swig from the cooler of orange juice near the porch, settling into Leo’s airy study, the edges of his chestnut hair blonde under the daylight from the bay window, a dazzling smile on his still-soft face.
Except today wasn’t quite that usual.
“So you’re going to Hollywood for your big break, huh?” asked Leo excitedly. In the same way that Leo had always loved composing music, Guang-Hong had always dreamed of becoming a Hollywood star, and the younger man had just announced his retirement from ice skating earlier in the day.
It was great news. Ever since his own retirement two years ago, Leo had been managing a YouTube channel of his songs and song covers. It took off some time ago, and he moved to Los Angeles. He had the opportunity to be a “proper” musical composer in an orchestra, but realized he rather freelance on YouTube, despite the caveats of that. Every now and then, Guang-Hong would drop by to help out, and his acting really did spice up the music videos. Now Guang-Hong would be in Los Angeles more permanently, which meant they could see each other more often, and work together more often, although he should still be a bit busy with acting auditions.
“Nah,” said Guang-Hong, interrupting the other man’s train of thought, “I don’t think I have a big chance of making it there. My looks and demeanor are more suited to acting in China or even Korea.”
“So you’re moving there then?” replied Leo, trying to keep the trepidation out of his voice.
He had to admit, his lover was right. A shy Asian “pretty boy” hardly fit into any of the Hollywood roles, he was no wizened Asian “old wise man” or some muscular Bruce Lee type. Yet, for him to live halfway across the world-
“Actually I’m staying right here,” Guang-Hong said. He leaned over to open their YouTube channel on Leo’s computer, “we’re working on this, right?”
Phichit was over at their house when it happened.
“Hey Yuuri! Oh, I’m at Guang-Hong and Leo’s house. Put the phone on speaker? Sure.”
Phichit placed his phone unto a nearby table while Guang-Hong and Leo leaned closer.
“Hi everyone, Yuuri here. I just wanted to let you all know that I’m getting engaged to Viktor, before I put a declaration video on YouTube, since you guys are my friends and deserve to know first. I dont mind losing followers over this, but I hope my friends will understand. Now I know all of this might come as a shock-”
“Yuuri-” Guang-Hong began.
“Dude,” Leo interjected.
“It’s not. It’s not a shock. It’s just a shock that you think we don’t know,” Phichit finished with a touch of disbelief.
“Why is that?”
“I love dropping little hints that I love Viktor,” Phichit continued in a Yuuri-like voice, “For example, by saying ‘I love Viktor’.”
“Well,” replied Yuuri, sounding somewhat flustered, “I just thought you guys should know. And that you’re invited to the wedding.”
“I’m making the music!” screamed Leo, “Wait, wait. I need to discuss something with Guang-Hong.”
For a few moments, Leo and Guang-Hong huddled together and whispered. Guang-Hong flushed a little at some point, but was nodding his head fervently in agreement.
“…what is it?” interjected Yuuri.
“In support of your engagement, Guang-Hong and I have decided, we will come out to our followers as well! We wouldn’t mind the fanbase fallout either.”
“Leo,” said Phichit, not even sounding disbelieving anymore, just resigned, “You’ll get to keep them. People already know.”
“Why did you name our coming-out video '50 shades of red’?”
“Because that’s how your face looked like! It’s adorbs tho.”
“Ok ok I’ll fix it. But your face is doing it again!” he cooed.
It was supposed to be Leo’s job to be wedding DJ, which of course meant it was both Leo and Guang-Hong’s job, but then Minami caught wind of it and begged to join in. After which, Yuuri got Phichit involved in it as well, just to distract the Thai from his writing of a very lengthy Best Man’s script thoroughly chronicling the many embarrassing moments between Yuuri and Viktor. Which, as an extension of being Phichit’s boyfriend, meant Seung-Gil was roped into this Song Commitee too.
“This is seriously the greatest responsibility I’ve ever been faced with, it’s what I’ve always wanted all my life, oh my god!” fanboyed Minami, “I GOT IT! WE SHOULD PLAY PAPPARAZZI BY LADY GAGA”.
Seung-gil sighed internally. Oh well, at least he could count on the rest of the committee to strike that down, for example, that Guang-Hong kid looks quite put-together-
“I think that’s not a bad idea,” Guang-Hong replied with beaming eyes and an accompanying nod.
Seung-gil whipped his head to look furtively at Leo. Surely, this musical genius, this self-styled composer-
“I think it’s a great idea!” said Leo.
“WAIT!” went Phichit, with a tone of glee that completely erased Seung-gil’s last remaining spark of hope, “I remember now what they got up to last christmas! And therefore, I have an arguably better suggestion to make!”
“Georgi is telling us to consider 'Bring Me To Life’ by Evanescence.”
“What is THAT?”
“It’s a net,” replied Guang-Hong, clutching defensively onto the long handle of said net. He was trying to keep the shake out of his voice, and he was doing what Seung-gil could only assume was an attempt at a glare.
“I know it’s a net. It’s also a very big net. But what is it for?”
Guang-Hong turned red and looked slightly away.
“I heard that the unmarried who catch the wedding bouquet, will have good luck and be the next to marry. I just want good luck for me and Leo,” he stated softly.
Adrien was feeling particularly lonely that night. He had to attend several photo shoots earlier that day where the only human interactions he had began with “Could you-“ or “Why don’t you try-“. To make matter’s worse his father was called out of town again for some kind of design meeting. Adrien was sentenced to house arrest for the weekend until his father returned home. Adrien couldn’t stand a minute of it. As soon as it was late enough that Nathalie would no longer disturb him he crawled out the window as Chat Noir.
There was nothing in the world that made Adrien happier than leaping through the city donning the mask of Paris’ beloved superhero. Of course without an akuma to fight or Ladybug by his side his loneliness soon began to eat away at him once again and that’s when Adrien caught a familiar scent in the air. He looked to his left and found the Dupian-Cheng bakery just across the street from him. Chat smiled as he looked over at the balcony that led to his classmates room… Chat couldn’t help but notice her lights were still on. Chat wondering if maybe Marinette would be okay with Chat Noir checking up on her? After all Marinette did seem to like Chat Noir better than Adrien, maybe he could just say hello for a minute or two…
Chat Noir vaulted over to the balcony. He rapped at the trap door but there was no response. Did she fall asleep with the lights on? Chat slunk over to the window where he noticed that she wasn’t in her room at all. before Chat could stop himself he was opening the small window and crawling through. Maybe she would be back soon? Chat looked around her room wondering if he wanted to make a ridiculous pose on her chaise for when she wandered back in. Before Chat could decide on just what he wanted to do he heard the sound of a door opening. Chat turned to see Marinette walking out of the bathroom. Steam poured out of the room as Marinette padded out towel in hand. Marinette was gently drying the ends of her damp hair with the towel. The towel in her hands however was the only stitch of clothing the girl had. The towel draped in front of her body barely covering the area between her hips but left just about everything else on display. Chat’s cheeks turned a violent shade of red as he quickly looked away and cleared his throat.
Marinette’s head snapped up at the sound finally realizing his presence. She shrieked jumping back and clutching the towel to her chest. Adrien suddenly felt very warm. Marinette’s body flushed red, her legs shaking beneath her, knuckles white from how tight she held the towel to her. Marinette backed up into a wall in order to hide her backside from view.
“Evening Princess,” Adrien croaked refusing to look her way.
“Chat Noir!” She shouted. “What the hell!?”
“I was in the neighborhood and thought I would check up on you! I swear I didn’t know you would uh-“ Chat spared a glance at Marinette before quickly looking back at the wall face hot. Marinette’s heart pounded in her chest.
“Have you ever heard of knocking!?” Marinette screeched.
“I did- you didn’t answer-“ Chat tried to explain.
“So you just thought you would let yourself in?!” Marinette hollered.
“Well I wasn’t expecting you to walk in here naked!” Chat retorted causing Marinette’s face to flush a deep shade of red.
“How- how much did you see?” She squeaked her throat feeling tight.
“Uh- nothing!” Chat lied, sweat now dotting his forehead.
“Don’t lie to me Chat Noir!” Marinette snapped.
“I-I may have seen a little…” Chat trailed off. Marinette made a strangled sound in the back of her throat.
“How much?” Marinette demanded.
“Just the um,” Chat swallowed hard,” top half,” He mumbled.
“Oh no! No! No no no, this can’t be happening!” Marinette moaned as she slid down the wall into a sitting position towel covering her knees. Chat finally looked at her cheeks still pink.
“I-I’m sorry Marinette I didn’t mean to-“ Chat began, searching for the right words to fix this although he wasn’t sure there were any that existed. Marinette buried her face into her hands.
“I know. I know Chat! It’s just embarrassing!” Marinette cried shaking her head in her hands, completely mortified.
“It’s not that embarrassing for you,” Chat muttered to himself.
“Excuse me?” Marinette’s voice rose, her head snapping up to meet his gaze.
“Hm?” Chat played dumb.
“Explain to me why you think this isn’t embarrassing for me,” Marinette snapped voice choked, tears welling in her fiery blue eyes. Chat looked at the ground unable to meet her gaze.
“Well you know.” Chat scratched the back of his neck avoiding the question. He glanced up at Marinette who was looking at him intently still waiting for her answer. Chat released a long sigh before speaking again. “You’re um, you’re very- you know what I’m trying to say right?” Adrien squeaked. Marinette gave him a bewildered look. Chat swallowed hard before continuing. “You’re uh- nice, looking I mean, uh attractive, really really attractive,” Chat whispered, face burning crimson as he stared at the floor. Chat chewed on his bottom lip waiting for a response. Now you’ve done it Adrien, on top of seeing her naked you had to go and tell her how good looking you think she it- that’s not creepy or anything, Adrien thought to himself bitterly. A squeak escaping past Marinette’s lips caused him to look back up at her. Her face was ten different variations of pink and red. Adrien worried her head might explode with all the extra blood flow to the area.
“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have- I didn’t mean it like that! I just- I was trying to tell you you have nothing to be embarrassed about I just- I’m making this worse. I-I’m going to go,” Chat stammered before turning back to the window.
“Chat Noir?” Marinette croaked. Chat half turned to look at her. “Just um- just knock next time okay?” Marinette said softly. Chat nodded before leaping back out the window.
Adrien didn’t sleep well that night. It might have had something to do with the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about Marinette. Literally everything about her was fresh in his mind begging for his complete attention. Why did Adrien have to be so damn creepy. Not that anything he said wasn’t true because it was and he meant every word of it. But that still didn’t make it okay to tell a naked girl, who he had seen by accident after breaking into her room, that she was attractive. And thinking about how lovely she had looked now, hours after it had happened was definitely creepy. Adrien cursed himself for his behavior before his thoughts roamed onto her last words to him. She told him to knock next time? Did she think there would be a next time? Did she want there to be a next time? Now that was a thought…. No!!! No no no! There would not be a next time where Marinette was, well, indecent. Although Adrien didn’t think there was anything indecent about how she looked she looked… radiant. No! Bad Adrien! Why was he still thinking about this? Maybe he could make it up to Marinette somehow. Maybe he would go over there again to apologize to her and this time he would KNOCK!
The thought of of officially apologizing to Marinette while she was at least dressed calmed Adrien’s racing heart down enough to allow him to sleep. He dreamed of Marinette that night with damp hair and a towel.
“Spencer,” I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. He’d fallen asleep in the car on the way home and, while he looked incredibly peaceful and I hated to wake him, we’d arrived and I had no choice. He blinked owlishly up at me and I smiled slightly.
“Come on, sleepyhead, let’s get upstairs and go to bed,” I said softly. He nodded slowly and followed me, tangling his fingers up with mine as we went inside. In the elevator on the way upstairs, he yawned and leaned his head on my shoulder, even though he had to slump down against the wall to be low enough. I chuckled lightly and kissed his head.
“Why am I so sleepy?” he groaned.
“It’s been a rough week, Spence,” I replied softly as I unlocked our door. “You and I both need this day off tomorrow.”
“Mmhmm,” he agreed, and I smiled as he shed his shirt and pants and shoes, not even bothering to put on pajamas before he crawled into our bed in just his mismatched socks and underwear.
By the time I had changed and made sure everything was in order in the house, Spencer was sound asleep. He barely stirred when I crawled into bed beside him, curling close to his chest.
As sunlight streamed through the curtains in our bedroom, I turned to look at my husband, sleeping soundly, his skin warm and his curls a mess. I gently leaned in and kissed his forehead and he stirred slightly, blinking his eyes as he awoke and smiled at me sleepily.
“Morning,” he said, his voice warm and scratchy with sleep.
“Good morning,” I murmured. I was moving to get out of the bed, but Spencer reached out and wrapped his long fingers imploringly around my wrist. I glanced back and found pleading eyes.
“Don’t,” he begged. “We don’t have to go anywhere today, (Y/N), just stay with me.”
“Aren’t you hungry?” I laughed. He shook his head.
“No. I just want to snuggle with you,” he replied and I smiled. The man who once had refused to even shake my hand, and now all he wanted to do was cuddle with me. I couldn’t refuse those puppy-dog eyes, though, and I settled back into the warm sheets as Spencer pulled me close to him, his body a comforting weight in the mattress.
“You good?” he asked, his breath brushing the skin on my cheek as it washed over my ear. I nodded contentedly as he held me close.
“You?” I asked.
“Perfect,” he sighed.
We didn’t get out of bed until almost noon, when we went into the kitchen and made waffles. We moved around our kitchen with a practiced ease that came from the comfort and familiarity we had with each other. We sat down across from each other to eat, laughing and talking about nothing important.
“Hey, you want to do something fun?” he asked. I looked at him, feigning suspicion.
“Depends on your definition of ‘fun’, Dr.Reid,” I teased.
“Want to build a fort?” he asked. I laughed and nodded my head.
“Yes,” I replied. “That is my kind of fun.”
An hour later, with Spencer’s equations and my creativity, we had build a blanket fort worthy of awards, which stretched out over all the living room furniture, which had been rearranged in such a way that would allow for maximum space and comfort. The blankets we hadn’t used to build the fort were piled inside, along with a battery-operated lamp and all of our spare pillows. We’d laid down our sleeping bags as well, and the result of it all was a relatively large and comfortable, cozy space big enough for the two of us to curl up together. Eager and excited, we crawled into the fort on our knees. When we got inside, I noticed Spencer rubbing his knee and shot him a concerned look. I replaced his hand with mine when he pulled away, putting light pressure on the joint.
“You okay?” I asked. He nodded and gave me a small smile.
“Still hurts sometimes,” he explained. “I’m good, though.”
“Maybe you’re just getting old,” I teased, and he stared at me for a moment, a mischievous look in his hazel eyes.
“You’re going to pay for that one, Mrs.Reid,” he warned, and picked up a pillow, which he used to hit me. I laughed and picked up a pillow of my own, returning the blow. Soon, we were both laughing and shrieking as we hit one another with the pillows we’d stocked our fort with. After a while, I flopped breathlessly onto his chest and he laughed.
As I rolled off of him, my foot caught one of the blankets and it fell down on top of us.
“You tore down our roof!” he said, his voice muffled by the blanket. I giggled and burrowed under it until I was face to face with my husband. I smiled slightly and leaned in to press my lips to his, watching his lashes flutter closed, tasting the sweetness of the cream he’d used on his waffles that lingered on his lips.
“Then I guess we’ll have to rebuild,” I murmured.
“Mmm, maybe later,” he replied, and I laughed as he flipped me over so that he was lying on top of me and kissed me again.