when will it be cold so i can wear fuzzy sweaters

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 8/12

 Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Panic Attack scene mixed with vomit

A/N: I quote from my favourite poetry book Salt in this part, s/o to whoever sees the ref!

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Eddie walked into his home, his heart hammering in his chest and washing his blood around his system at a high rate; after checking stuff off his bucket list such as skipping school, smoking a cigarette, kissing someone and stand up in the back of a car/truck of some sort with the wind in his face (bonus points that it was to Hey Jude) he was feeling starstruck after such an eventful day.

It was all because of Richie.

Eddie felt breathless, but in the best way possible. For once, he wasn’t reaching for his inhaler despite him losing it. For once, Eddie had rebelled for once in his life and didn’t regret a minute of it.

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snow daze ☼ peter parker

summary : nothing beats winter in new york, except maybe walking to school in the snow with a certain peter parker. 

wc : 2.4k

author’s note : tags are under the read more and ik it’s august but it’s winter in my soul !

   There were people who dreamt of a Christmas in New York. People who sat by their windowsills, gazing past the confining glass screens and wishing to one day set their eyes upon a town blanketed by a mass of snow. In the city, it was a sight to behold and cherish. You go to Rockefeller Center and look up at the tree, lit with hundreds of lights and looking like a dream, and your Christmas in New York is complete. It was a thing of fiction for many people, but for you, it was the harsh reality. 

  You were not yearning for a white Christmas the way some people would. You were, however, hoping that your parents would surprise you with an impromptu vacation to the Bahamas for a month while the snow in your beloved city melted to more of a slush, whisking you away to a paradise where you were not forced to trek through the piles of snow surrounding your apartment building as you attempted to make your way to the nearest A train. 

    It was a miserable day, to be quite honest. You had forgotten your hat in your apartment after you had scrambled to get out of bed, you had underestimated the temperature outside and so you were wearing way lighter a jacket than you should be, and your jeans were soaking wet due to the way you had sunk knee deep in a pit of snow. This was absolute bullshit and you were ready to march back home, prepared to draw up an essay as to why you shouldn’t attend class that day until Peter Parker practically ambushed you in the middle of the sidewalk. 

  He had ran nearly a block to try to catch up with you. Peter had been waiting to take the train with you and walk with you to school for nearly two weeks now, but he had never gotten out of his apartment early enough, and if it wasn’t for his profoundly excellent eyesight, he probably would’ve spent another day walking alone. The sight of a boy dashing down the street with his jacket blown open by the wind and a ridiculous hat pulled down over his ears was enough to make anyone laugh, but you had been too preoccupied with fuming to hear his thunderous footsteps behind you. He nearly knocked you over when he finally caught up to you, his cheeks rosy from the bitter wind nipping at his face as he ran and his breath coming out in harsh pants. 

   “Oh my God!” You whipped around, taking a step backward and holding a hand to your heart. He did a little shrugging motion, somewhere between an apology and pleased with himself for managing to surprise you for once. 

   Grinning, he fell into step beside you, though not easily due to the random, deep pockets of snow that covered the path ahead. He bumped his shoulder against yours. “Not God, just me, though it’s been said that we’re practically the same thing.” You laughed, bumping his shoulder back. 

   “No one has ever said that, and no one ever will,” you replied, pulling your sweater down over your hands for more warmth. Peter examined your attire with a shake of his head.

   “You realize it’s not fall anymore, right?” He quirked an eyebrow, and you rolled your eyes in response, gesturing a hand at the mountain of dirt stained snow piled in front of an apartment building. 

   “Nah, didn’t notice at all.” You huffed. You crossed your arms, trying to preserve as much warmth as possible. “Especially ‘cause of the snow that’s starting to come down now, really throws a girl off.” As you said that, the puffy white flakes fluttered down and landed in your hair. Peter, ignoring the blatant sarcasm, pulled his hat off his head. “You didn’t gel it down today?” 

   “Nope,” he said, catching your wrist in your hand and forcing you to stop. “Didn’t feel like it.” Also, you said you like my hair when it’s curly, I heard you talking to Michelle. So here I am. Do you realize this yet? He stretched the hat out before plopping it down on your head, tugging it so that it covered your eyes. You lifted it back up, staring up at him questioningly. “You’re gonna catch a cold. The snowflake hair look is cool, but your health is better.” He said it because he knew it sounded ridiculous, and because he was sure you’d affectionately punch his arm or something and he liked the fuzzy feeling in his stomach that he got whenever you touched him. 

   “That’s lame,” you said, just the way he had expected. You smiled slightly at his ruffled mop of hair, reaching up to tousle it in a way that he supposed he should have found irritating, as it made his hair even messier than it had been before. “Nice hair.” 

   You turned to continue walking, pulling him along with you as he smiled smugly to himself. He tugged on a lock of his hair, the strand that had settled in the middle of his forehead defiantly. “Oh, you like it? Didn’t know that. Thanks.” You headed down the steps of the 71st avenue station, a little past Queens boulevard. You only needed to ride it one stop, but it was better to waste the $2.75 on your metro card than continue trudging through the snow with a murderous expression adorning your face. You boarded the F train together, Peter managing to find the only open seat and sliding into it quickly, laughing at the face you made at him. You took a step forward to grab onto the pole in the middle of the train but it lurched forward suddenly, and you surely would have been thrown to the other side of the car if Peter hadn’t grabbed your arm and pulled you backwards into his lap before you could embarrass yourself even further. The trains were tricky, and he knew you had more of a knack for falling down than anyone else. 

   You exhaled, turning your head to stare at Peter. He was staring back with a sheepish expression, the tip of his nose pink. “Thanks Peter,” you smile, patting his shoulder. His arms were still secured around your waist when he shrugged, appearing utterly nonchalant even though internally, he was sort of screaming. Sort of. “When did your reflexives become so good? You struggle to do one push up in gym, no offense.” Oh, you know, just when I become Spider-Man. I save Queens daily. I saved you once but you didn’t know. Should I tell you? Probably not. One day. 

  “Oh, um, you know, I need good reflexives so I can save your clumsy self from tripping down the stairs at school every day,” he lied not so smoothly, giving your knee a little tap. You nodded thoughtfully. Seemed simple enough. “You can keep sitting here, if you want.” 

   Mistaking this for sarcasm, you went to move. “Oh shit. Sorry Peter, I’ll get up.” Surprising himself with his own confidence, he pulled you back. “What are you doing?” 

   Peter didn’t know what to say to this. Just savoring the feeling of you on my lap? Too creepy, and too exposing. You’d sound like one of those cat callers on the street, the ones she screams back at with vicious insults and creative threats. Get it together, Peter. “You needed a seat and, uh, you know, this one is… available. I wasn’t being sarcastic or anything.” He winced as soon as the words came out of his mouth, moving his head to play it off like he just wanted to look out the window. There was nothing to even look at it. It was dark. 

   “I’ll take it then,” you said softly, and, for his sake, you pretended not to notice how embarrassed he was that he had said what he did in the first place. He was endlessly thankful for that, because the fact that you were sitting on his lap right now was enough to make him sweat through his winter clothes even though it was below 25 degrees fahrenheit. If you had started teasing about him saying that his lap was an openly available seat, he most likely would have imploded. Before either of you could say anything else to shatter the silence that had settled there, the train screeched to stop again, and Peter’s grip on your waist tightened. You glanced down at his hand, sitting there on your waist, a fist bunched in the sweatshirt you had thrown on in this morning not knowing how fucking deathly it was going to be outside. You stood up when the doors opened, your hand absentmindedly wrapping around Peter’s wrist as you pulled him up toward the doors with you. 

    “If you’re still cold I can give you my jacket, I don’t mind,” Peter said, glancing down at your hand, locked on his wrist. You bumped into someone as you turned around, giving them a quick apology. 

   “Peter, stop giving me your clothes-” Before you could finish your sentence, a guy cut in between you two, your hand slipping from Peter’s as he abruptly interrupted the conversation. 

   “Hey, you and your boyfriend are cute, but the PDA is too much. Lay off for a second, yeah? It’s uncomfortable.” The guy clapped Peter on the shoulder, then swiftly exited the car, leaving you and Peter to stumble out, flushed with embarrassment because while the guy was leaving, you had called out, “He’s- he’s not my boyfriend, actually!” 

   Okay, am I that bad? Does she seriously think I’m that, like, repulsive? Oh, God, she hates me and I made her sit on my lap. I’m awful. And creepy. Ew. I’m sweating too much. Is that why she doesn’t like me? Because of the sweat? I need new cologne. 

   You two trekked the rest of the way to school in awkward silence, as opposed to the tranquil one that you had felt on the train. You had Peter’s hat still tucked over your head and to be honest, you were in desperate need of his jacket at the moment. But you knew the words you had said on the train, shouted at the retreating man’s coat with such ferocity, had wounded Peter a little. You hadn’t meant for it to come out so harsh, like you could never be his girlfriend or that you hadn’t ever thought about it, not even once. You had thought about it on multiple occasions, in multiple scenarios. It just wasn’t the reality. 

    You were around the corner from your school when Peter turned you around and placed his jacket over your shoulders. “You’re gonna need it,” he said, stepping away from you. 

    “Huh? Why?” In replacement of a proper answer, a verbal one that is, Peter gave you his signature saccharine smile and threw a snowball at you, laughing when you shrieked, your hands flying to zip up his jacket. He was nearly doubled over with laughter when a snowball landed in his hair, the white flakes sticking to his curls and dampening his hair. 

    “Hey!” He exclaimed, wiping the snow off his hair frantically. “I have a look I need to uphold!” He launched another snowball at you, hitting the side of your leg. 

   You threw one back and hit his shoulder, laughing hysterically. “Look? What look, Peter? The disheveled curly mess look?” 

     He stopped, a half made snowball in his hands that was already beginning to melt. “You like it, don’t even lie.”   

   Instead of replying, the way he had done earlier, you chucked another snowball at him, and it was soon a full blown war of flying snow and screams of laughter, messy hair and flushed cheeks and the nothing but the brightest of grins. “We’re gonna be so late, oh my god,” you panted, your hands practically frozen from the amount of snow you had picked up. 

   “We’re geniuses, we’ll deal with it somehow,” he answered, watching your hands. He moved closer, taking his sweater sleeves and pulling them over his hands, then grabbing your hands in his and slipping them underneath his sleeve. “Just ‘cause you’re cold.” When you smiled up at him thankfully, your cold hands squeezing his, Peter knew that if he didn’t kiss you right then and there, he’d regret it for the rest of his life. You take a step closer to him, because you knew that he’s thinking the same thing you are and you need this, too, but you slip on a sheet of ice. This time, he doesn’t catch you, he falls right down alongside you. You land on your back with a groan and he lands on top of you, hoisting himself up so that he’s able to hover over you. 

     “Y/N, I have to ask,” he sighed, biting his lip, then continued, “why’d you sound so offended when that guy said that we were dating? Would I be that bad to date?” There was a slight pout to his lips as he looked down at you, his hands beginning to shake slightly from the pressure of holding himself up. “’Cause I kind of have a confession to make, depending on your answer.” 

   You place your arms around his waist and he falls down on top of you, his eyebrows raised in surprise, but he wasn’t one to complain about the position he was in. “You’d make a wonderful boyfriend, Peter.” 

   “Your boyfriend, maybe?” He tilted his chin, lips inches away from yours. 

   “I could get behind that.” Soft lips met yours, but Peter was smiling so hard he could barely do it right. Your hands moved to his face, tracing over his dimple. It was perfectly impossible to resist smiling back into the kiss. The snow was still falling, falling, falling, but neither of you deigned to move. He took a deep breath before opening his eyes, face still bright. 

   You continued your walk to Midtown holding hands this time, well aware that you were twenty minutes late but too blissed out on the kiss to even pretend to care. “I like being called darling.” 

   “What?” 

   “If we’re gonna do the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing, you need to call me darling.” You paused. “It’s my kink.” 

   He knew you were joking around with him, but he still shook his head, playfully rolling his eyes as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You said weird stuff like that all the time, it was no different now than it had been yesterday, except this time he was your boyfriend, and if it was going to make you happy, he’d call you darling for the rest of your life. “I could get behind that.” 

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68. stop, you’re making me blush!🌷

requested: @pato-el-cerdito

tagged: @clubparker @fraanciuum @cmonspiderling @twiceinabluemoon @ttholland @peterwithextrapickles @mrshollandparker 



“What movie should we watch tonight?” peter asked as you entered his room on a very cold, sunday night in mid-december. The rush of the cold air hit your bare shoulders as you scanned his DVD section. You lips curved into a smile when your eyes hit “nightmare before christmas”, one of your favorite movies of all time. “This one,” you speak, grabbing the DVD, beaming with excitement. If peter were completely honest, it was his least favorite movie, but considering how whipped the boy was, he just gave you a sweet smile before he got up to put the film on.

You both get comfortable on his bed, leaning against the wall, hands laced together loosely. Days like these were by far the best; just being with peter, watching movies all night. The only flaw about this night in particular was that you were freezing cold. It didn’t help that you made the really stupid decision to not wear something that could keep you warm. So there you were: freezing cold, goosebumps covering every inch of your arms, way too timid to speak up so that your boyfriend could get you a blanket. Peter liked to keep his room at a cold temperature most of the time which bothered you sometimes, especially now because it’s fucking December and its cold as shit.

Peter may have been clueless sometimes, but he knew you very well - he knew you were acting a little weird and had to know why.

“Something wrong, pretty girl?” he asked softly. You tried not to beam to much at pretty girl, and decided to shrug it off because you didn’t want to be a bother.

“I’m fine.” you respond quietly, literally shaking from being so damn cold. Seriously, peter, it’s fucking december why is it 60 degrees in your room.  

Peter noticed instantly, “you cold?” he questioned, rubbing your bare shoulder, sending more shivers down your spine.

You nod slowly, “Y-yeah, it’s like an iceberg in here Peter,” Peter laughed a little, “Yeah, i know i keep my room cold and i’m sorry, love.” he said sincerely. Yeah, no shit babe?

“I didn’t want to be rude or anything, im sorry,” you muttered, cheeks going a light shade of pink.

“Do you,” peter smiled a sweet smile and did an awkward hand gesture, “want one of my sweaters or something???” he asked. This made your heart grow ten times bigger. You were in the early stages of dating, about two to three weeks give or take, so this was a very big milestone. You shyly nod, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Peter gets up from his spot and goes to his closet, opening it, grabbing his blue midtown high sweater. You LOVED this sweater on him more than anything, this made you feel so giddy inside and very special. Peter wanted you to be nothing more to be comfortable and happy, seeing you in his sweater would just make his heart burst.

“Is this okay for you?” He asked walking towards you, holding out the sweater. You smiled sweetly at the boy, “Yeah, i, um, love that sweater actually.” what the hell, you sound so creepy what are you doing?

Peter literally melted inside due to that comment, even though you thought it sounded so weird,  “Here,don’t want you being cold any more.” he handed you the sweater and you silently thanked him.

You both just stood there for a second, none of you speaking. Even though you two were a couple, you still felt like it would be awkward to change in front of him. It didn’t even sound like such a big deal, but for some reason you just felt very self-conscious.

“Anyways,” you cleared your throat, “I can go change in the bathroom..”

To say that Peter was an absolute gentlemen was a huge understatement. He knew that you needed your privacy, and totally respected that. “No, no, it’s okay - change in here. Just let me know when i can come back in.” he assured you in a gentle tone, earning a small nod from you. He walks out of his room, shutting the door behind him. You remove your t-shirt, folding it and putting it next to the backpack you brought with you, and slipped on his hoodie. The scent of peter’s usual cologne, that he started using when you two first met, hit your nose causing you to smile and feel warm inside. The sweatshirt was pretty big on you, due to Peter being taller than you, but you felt very secure and a lot warmer in it. Taking a small glance at the mirror you smile, and put your hair up in a messy bun then roll up the sleeves a little since they originally went past your hands.

Satisfied with your appearance, you give Peter an okay for him to walk in. His heart was instantly filled with happiness the second he walked in and laid his eyes on you, as you awkwardly stood in front of him. You, his beautiful and sweet girlfriend, were wearing his sweater. He felt nothing more but warm and fuzzy inside, he thought you looked absolutely adorable. Wow, i love my girlfriend very much. he thought.

“What?” You asked, slightly laughing, fiddling with your hands.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head, walking over to you, “You look absolutely adorable, no - fucking beautiful.” You felt your cheeks and the tip of your ears get insanely hot at the two words, quickly growing very shy. Peter wasn’t always the shy one here. You had many moments where he’d compliment you or do something sweet that would make you completely and utterly bashful. The brown eyed boy noticed your very pink face and was now grinning like crazy.

“Aww, my pretty girl.” He beamed proudly, his soft hands caressing your flushed face. You crinkle your nose and shy away, burying your face in his chest in embarrassment.

Stoppp, you’re making me blush.” You whined in a muffled voice. Peter chuckled softly, only bringing you closer, giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead - something you lived for. Deep down, you didn’t mind at all that he made you feel this way. He was the only person who could always have this effect on you.

He lifted your chin up with his index finger, making eye contact with you, of course sending more butterflies in your stomach.

“Hey, you’re the one who is effortlessly cute all the time. Gotta compliment my girl.” Peter spoke. “And my god, please wear my clothes more often.” he said nearly breathless, removing some hair out of your face.

“Trust me, my love, this will probably never step foot in your closet again.”


07. Call Me Kookie - Jeon JungKook Fanficiton

AN*  So I ran across this “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again. This is the 7th in a series of oneshots(links to others listed below). I’m using all 8 prompts with different members.  8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original poster.)

01. Kim NamJoon - Must Have Energy

02. Kim SeokJin - Mama Mo’s,  

03. Min Yoongi - You’re Mine

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

Originally posted by roselstra

Call Me Kookie

Prompt: We fell asleep on the couch together on accident, how did my hand end up in your hair? Were you breathing on my neck?! (Why did I get tingly???????)

Pairing: Jeon JungKook x Reader *Bonus Epilogue by Yoongi* 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut-lite,

Word Count: 5.4K

Why the hell did you have to be here!? Jeon JungKook sat on the couch, trying to focus on the game.  It wasn’t working. 

“Damn it…” he muttered under his breath as he died… again.

“Geez man, what’s gotten into you?  I never beat you…”  Jimin said laughing.  JungKook didn’t answer, and simply waited for his character to respawn.  Out of the corner of his eye he had seen you sitting at the dining table with NamJoon, playing a card game… and laughing… and touching his arm.  JungKook turned back to the T.V., his tongue pressing into his cheek.

This was supposed to be a guys’ night…  Then you and your friend had shown up…  He didn’t even know your friend’s name… 

He didn’t care…

Where was your friend anyway?  Oh wait… Hobi had disappeared too….  Damn it. JungKook pursed his lips and tried to focus as his character returned and he started playing with Jimin again.  He wasn’t going to lose this time. 

He was getting into the game now… really concentrating.  He’d gotten in a few good shots and was about to attack when he heard your laugh.  It practically sparkled across his vision and his heart stopped. 

And so did the game. 

“I’m on a roll tonight!” Jimin said laughing and hitting JungKook’s leg from where he sat on the floor, back to the couch.  JungKook looked down at Jimin, hoping to come across as though he didn’t care. The smirk on Jimin’s face told him he hadn’t succeeded.

“He’s preoccupied…” Yoongi said in a low voice from his perch on the loveseat. JungKook glared at him, but Yoongi just smirked and raised an eyebrow.  JungKook looked back down at Jimin. 

“Nice one,” he said, trying to be a good sport.  He hated being a good sport.  He hated losing.  And why was he losing!?  He glanced over at you again, sitting with NamJoon, deep in conversation.  Apparently you had abandoned the card game.  You were both smiling and NamJoon reached up to wipe something, probably non-existent, off your face.  He tossed the controller onto the floor and looked back at Jimin, whose head was just turning back from watching you and Joonie as well.  Damn it. 

“Maybe we should play something else?” Jimin said, a smirk on his face.  He knew. The little bastard knew!  Well, JungKook wasn’t going to admit to anything.

“That would be my suggestion,” Yoongi interjected.  “I’m getting bored…” 

“Whatever,” JungKook agreed.

“Your mind doesn’t seem to be on the game, JungKook…” Jimin nudged his knee again. “Anything I or…” he nodded in your direction, “…can help you with?”  He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.  Holding back his anger, JungKook rolled his eyes and sank back against the couch. 

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Warmth (M)

Character: Jimin x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word count: 1,535


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kara sevda (2) ↠ stilinski

author ; fessa

rating ; 18+ nsfw

pairing ; fuckboy!stiles X oc!reader

word count ; 2769

warnings ; drinking, swearing ( i think ), low self esteem, angst

a/n ; soz this took like forever, i kinda suck at this second person writing deal so pls give feedback on this angsty shit, stiles chapter coming soon if you guys are up for it:)

i. - iii. iv.

*not my gif*

kara sevda

/noun/

1. blinding love;

          literally translates as “black love”

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It’s All Fun & Games (pt. 3)

( ‘till somebody loses their mind )

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Drabbles

Summary: In which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected.
Genre: Angst/Fluff, Fake Dating!AU
Word Count: 6,031

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November slowly starts to blend into December as the autumn colored levels that plague the trees against the sky turn bare and the sky maintains its same gray appearance. The ground starts to be bathed in pure white snow, but you don’t care much about any of that.

If anything, all of this chilling atmosphere has given you and Jungkook more of a reason to hold hands against the bitter cold, the gesture becoming so unconscious that you start to do it without even checking to see if the boys are paying attention to you both or not. You often enjoy holding hands with Jungkook, taking particular joy in the way his thumb comes out to brush almost unconsciously at the skin of the back of your hand.

Ever since you accidentally kissed Jungkook upon the cheek following his win at the ring toss booth, it had been like another gate of physical affection has opened between the two of you. Much like the hugging and public cuddling, kisses on the cheek start to become a regular occurrence as well. Sometimes, just to be playful with one another, you start having competitions to see who could kiss the other person on the cheek faster. It gets to the point where if you see Jungkook with Taehyung or any of the other boys (or vice versa), you would dash over to Jungkook, wrap your arms around his waist from behind and press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Or, again, vice versa.

And yet still, your hangouts are maintained under the public eye, rarely calling up on one another for reasons beyond hangouts involving the boys or checking in to make sure that Hoseok or Taehyung don’t get too suspicious.

Until one fateful evening, when November as just started to fade away into December and the snow litters the ground and you have to start wearing sweaters and fuzzy socks inside the apartment because of Hoseok’s refusal to turn the heater up too high. At the present moment, he’s not home but it hardly matters because you’re much too emerged in trying to finish up a homework assignment. It’s Friday evening, and it’s the last thing that you had wanted to get done but you figure that perhaps trying to get a head start has never hurt anyone.

That is, until your phone rings and you notice that Jungkook is calling you.

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Fallen Leaves (Remus Lupin x Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders Era )

Pairing: Reader x Young Remus Lupin

Warnings: SMUT Smut and more smut also be warned, it is fluffy smut… a deadly combination.

Request: hello hello hello I was wondering if u could please do Remus smut ? ?? ?? thank u so much have an awesome day

Author Note : Such a simple and oh so sweet request, let’s see if my mind can come up with some Remus smut, oh look there is an endless supply ;) 

Word Count: 1.2k

The date was October 9, exactly four days after the full moon, but it was also your favorite time of the year because it was fall. You grew up a mudblood so watching the seasons change, all the leaves change colors and fall from the trees was the most magical thing you had ever seen. Until you came to Hogwarts, in which Remus Lupin’s smile took that prize.

You loved being outside in the fall, you would sit in big piles of leaves and read on park benches and just enjoy the way the air felt lighter, not so hot and heavy like summer, not as wet as spring and nowhere near as cold as winter it was perfect in every way.

The only thing not perfect about the season this year was that just as the leaves started to change and fall there was also a full moon, which ate up about a week of your life. A week you were more than happy to give to your boyfriend Remus.

Usually you had no problem spending a week with Remus, in bed watching movies and sneaking into the kitchen for snacks, usually enlisting help from a Hufflepuff ,when he ate all of his chocolate, every month you would buy him more than the last but every month he still managed to eat it all.

Today you were tangled in fuzzy blankets, thin sheets hanging above you to create a fort for the two teenage sized children lying in the bed. Your head was lying on Remus chest as he read a book aloud to you. This was something he liked doing after full moons, rather than the two of you reading separate books side by side he would read aloud to you, it helped calm him down and helped him forget.

Remus was sat on many pillows, due to the fact that you had stolen all of the other boys pillows and he was wearing a paper crown that you had made him out of some old homework because you had crowned him the king of your blanket fort.

You were looking out the window which you had enchanted to be much bigger than usual and you watched the leaves blow in the wind as you imagined how the air would feel on your face you had zoned out from the book.

“Y/n, love is the book that boring, or is it just me, am I boring you?”

You zoned back in at the sound of his voice changing, “No Rem, I could never get bored of you, I just wish I could bring the trees and the leaves inside the room with us.”

Remus smiled ” Well, you can go outside for a bit without me, I’ll be fine on my own.” Remus had gotten pretty hurt during the full moon so Sirius and James tried to avoid him a bit, not wanting to see the hurt they had accidentally caused him, so all he had was you and Peter occasionally. In a few more days he would be fine to leave his bed and go outside and you were willing to wait.

“Rem I don’t want to go without you.” You pouted as you stuck your bottom lip out and he kissed you in response.

“Well I know a way to cheer you up.” Remus almost whispered in your ear and you knew exactly what he meant but you wanted to toy with him a bit so you teased back “What by giving me chocolate? Too bad you ate it all already.”

Remus just chuckled at your joke and you laughed along with him but suddenly stopped when he pulled you over so you were now on top of him, straddling him and you kissed him instantly.

You and Remus went from joking and cuddling to grabbing needily at each other in a matter of seconds. Remus left sloppy kisses on your jaw and slowly trailed down your neck and pulled your shirt over your head revealing your bare chest underneath.

As much you wanted to take all of Remus’ clothes off you knew it would be better to keep them all on given his wounded state, instead you pushed your hands under his soft sweater feeling the healed scars beneath.

Remus bent his leg, pushing his thigh up in between your legs, you instantly grinded your clothed heat against him, using his thigh to give you some much need friction. Remus let out a low chuckle at your actions, his face plastered with a smirk “Love, I could watch you do that all day.”

Your face heated up but you were getting too much pleasure from gently riding his thigh to stop, until you noticed the tent growing in his pajama bottoms and stopped your movements to pull his pants down just enough for his length to pop out.

Remus quickly placed his hands on your hips and lowered his leg down as you hovered over his length you pushed your panties to the side and Remus slowly guided you down. He instantly stretched you and you sat down completely bending down to lock your lips once again before he started pulling on your hips.

You let him have as much control as he could, this way it’s easier for you to not accidentally hurt him. Remus was gripping your hips so tight there would be marks by the time he was done. He moved a hand from your hips to grope your breast as you continued the steady pace.

Remus was letting out soft whimpers in your ear as you kissed down his neck, covering him in the good kind of bruises until his movements became more erratic and you felt him twitch inside you. Remus sped up bringing you both to your climax’s, you stayed there until you slowly sat up and Remus lifted you and you laid down beside him, with your head on his chest.

Remus pulled one of the sheets of the blanket fort down covering the two of you since your top half was bare under the blanket and the other guys could really walk in any minute. Remus Waved his wand and a tree appeared in the corner of the room, the branches stretching all the way to over top of your bed, the leaves falling off one at a time.

You looked up at Remus and moved to kiss him once more but as you did a leaf fell on his face. You grabbed the leaf and folded it tucking it behind his ear as you kissed him. Remus drifted off to sleep before you. He awoke to see it was far into the night, the other boys all asleep in their beds. He moved his head to look down at your sleeping figure but as he did he noticed his paper crown had been replaced with one made of leaves, he just smiled and placed it on your messy head of hair before drifting back off to sleep.

01. Must Have Energy - Kim NamJoon fanfic

AN*  So I ran across a “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again, this time for BTS instead of anime. I just recently wrote “Grief” which is the first fanfiction I’ve written in 3 years… the first anything I’ve written in 3 years actually.  So don’t be too hard on me.  I intend this to be the first in a series, using all 8 prompts with different members.  8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original owner.)

02. Kim SeokJin - Mama Mo’s

03. Min Yoongi - You’re Mine

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

07. Jeon JungKook - Call Me Kookie

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

Must Have Energy

Prompt: The heater broke and I’m freezing get over here!

Pairing: Kim NamJoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, oneshot (smut light)

Word Count: 4.1K

“Come ooooon….” you whined into the phone.

“I seriously don’t know what you expect me to do!” NamJoon laughed on the other end.

“You’re a man!  Men fix things!  So fix it for me!” You knew you were being unreasonable, but the chill creeping into your bones was no joke.

“Well… I can’t argue with logic like that,” he laughed again. You rolled your eyes.

“Are you coming or not?”

“Let me see what I have and I’ll head over… I can’t promise anything though.”  You sighed in relief.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you shot out as fast as you can.  “Hopefully I won’t be a popsicle by the time you get here.”

“Hurry up… got it!” You could practically hear the smirk on his face. “See you in a few…”

“Minutes right? Not hours!?” you shot back.  He just laughed.

“Go put on a coat or something… the longer I’m on the phone, the longer it’ll take me to get there…”

“BYE!” you said a little too loudly, immediately hanging up.  Thank God for NamJoon.  You don’t know what you would do right now if he wasn’t an option.  Why did the heater have to go out now… in the middle of a frickin’ snowstorm!? You had no money to hire a professional, who would charge overtime because it was a weekend… and you had no clue how to fix anything!

At least with Joon there was a chance of success… a pretty high chance… well… 50-50 maybe.  You didn’t know him all that well, but you had hung out a few times… and when you were with a group, you managed to find each other and would go into your own little world sometimes.  He was sweet, and funny, and the dude was a genius.  He never tired of telling you about the latest books he’d read or the random information about some tree as you walked past one in the park.  But could you trust him not to burn the house down?

You shook your head. Who cares if he burned the house down!? Then you’d at least be warm again!  You had on a t-shirt under a sweater and leggings on under your jeans, fuzzy socks on your feet tucked into fuzzy slippers, and you were still starting to shiver.

You should have called him earlier!  You were just hoping against hope that the heater would fix itself this morning, and now that it was afternoon, you were desperate.  Instead of a coat, as NamJoon suggested, you grabbed the comforter off your bed and snuggled in to wait on the couch.  At least the power wasn’t out… you flipped on the TV hoping there was a show about the tropics or something that would mentally warm you while you waited.

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Autumn Sweaters

Summary: After a morning disaster, you decide to check in on an injured erumpent. Unfortunately, your day seems to be filled with disasters. Fortunately, Newt is there to help with them.

Word Count: 2,105

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


As a child, you’d never imagined you’d get to stroke the side of an erumpent and not fear any danger. Though you loved all creatures and decided by the age of 7 to become a magizoologist, your father had protested any interest in any even slightly dangerous creatures. You’d met your fair share of bowtruckles, demiguises, and, to your chagrin, injured owls but never an erumpent. So, when, on your trip, Newt asked you to help him examine an erumpent that seemed to be limping, you jumped at the chance.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, Newt.” You tap your foot, already impatient with how long it will take to clean up the breakfast dishes. If only he had said something earlier. You would have cooked far less than the buffet sitting in front of the two of you.

“It’s dangerous.”

Newt laughs at your huff. “I know it’s dangerous, but this is possibly a once in a lifetime chance and I do not plan to let it get away from me.”

“Alright, alright.” He set his fork down, reaching for his napkin as he opens his mouth to say something else.

Pickett, though, startles at the sound of the fork clinking against the plate. The bowtruckle reels backwards, tripping over the napkin behind it. Its small frame smacks into your glass of water, sending the glass tumbling over. Water floods the table, rushing toward you in a wave and flying over the edge before you can even stand.

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Connection

Originally posted by winter-barnes

Request: Could u do a Jonathan Byers oneshot in the very very beginning where the reader is like El & she doesn’t really understand human emotion that well but she does speak normally & she’s staying with the Byers until they figure out wat to do with her & she literally HATES pants so she’s always walking around in large comfy sweaters & 1 day she sees a couple kissing and instead of asking John what that means she just randomly pulls him into a kiss but he doesn’t think much of it bc he knows she’s not well with those types of things but she’s always doing things to him bc she absolutely loves the shade of his face when he’s flustered & she just loves kissing him bc she loves the feeling.

Fandom: Stranger Things

Word Count: 1,441

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Well I decided to help myself feel slightly better and write some papa franku headcanons.
Enjoy some trash 😎

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Filthyfrank (Joji Miller) headcannons:

-He seems a little loose in the noggin in videos, but in reality he’s pretty chill and relaxed but with a splash of filthy.

-He’d probably teach you some cute Japanese phrases.

-But in reality they’re super inappropriate and probably will get you in a shit ton of trouble.

-(Like saying the word *ochinchin, and him telling you that it means you look lovely or some shit.)

-Getting frustrated with his lewd words he teaches you and ending up using them on him.

-(If they’re dirty enough it low key ends with sex)

-10/10 had a fight with him in the minimal Japanese you knew which was funny because you can’t even form full on sentences.

-If you are fluent in Japanese you both have a foreign language fight to the death until one or the other gives up.

-You guys have some pretty funny inside jokes with each other that confuses the shit out of everyone else that doesn’t know about it.

-Poor Ian and max are incredibly confused because you never tell them any of your jokes.

-The jokes being something stupid like you telling an elderly woman about your *ochinchin without knowing the meaning, and him finally telling you what it means.

-You freak out because of how embarrassed you feel.

-Apologizing profusely to the woman.

*since we’re this far and you’re probably confused on what the word means, it’s the child word for penis.
You’re welcome.

-You’re definitely a background character in his videos. Finally getting comfortable enough to want to be a main character.

-Joji gets super excited over this.

-You’re probably filthys girlfriend in most of his skits.

-Since you’ve been in so many of his videos, he decides to ask you to move in.

-His excuse is that it’ll be more convenient for videos, which you can clearly see through his lie.

-10/10 say yes.

-He’s totally geeking on the inside, but trying to stay super calm on the outside.

-He probably breaks his stoic façade and freaks out in front of you with that cute smile of his.

-You’re now a main face in most of his videos.

-The fans are excited to see a new face, and not knowing you two are dating yet.

-Bloopers, so many bloopers of you two breaking character.

-Joji finding those times absolutely adorable.

-Finally getting comfortable enough to have a reveal video about your relationship status.

-Actually being surprised about how happy most of the fans are for you guys.

-Non supporters get shut down by the supporters.

-When you’re settled at home, and hanging around, he’s super relaxed, it’s almost like a completely different person walked through the door.

-But that doesn’t mean he’s always calm.

-You guys, like every other couple, have their ups and downs.

-Sometimes Joji is in a shitty mood but doesn’t mean to take it out on you.
(you do it too)

-This leads to backlash and starting a short but heated fight, ending with you in either tears or an extremely red and angry face.

-But most likely tears, because he turns into a complete dick and says things that shouldn’t have been said, but so do you.

-You’re both hurting, so this means you both take time to yourselves.

-Relocating to different sides of the house, sometimes even completely leaving, walking the streets or taking a drive for a few hours.

-When you finally calm yourselves, it’s an awkward but meaningful apology, but will take a day or two for it to fall into place again.

-10/10 Joji gives the best “I’m sorry hugs”.

-Wtf am I saying, he gives the best everything hugs because they feel like home, they make you feel comfortable, safe and they’re warm.

-Speaking of warm, he’s a literal heater. Fuck blankets, just cuddle with him, I’m pretty sure you’d warm up in an instant.

-You both have poor circulation, meaning your feet are probably cold af.

-Can we say, warm fuzzy socks?

-Can we say, steal all of our boyfriends sweaters?

-He’s missing 95% of all his sweaters by now, low key doesn’t care because he likes seeing you wear them but puts the “it’s super inconvenient” façade.

-Has a folder in his phone dedicated to pictures of you and him. But most of them are you.

-His background is a picture of you, or a meme you and him laugh at a lot.

-If it’s a background of the two of you he most likely got heckled by Ian,Max or Chad(maybe all three) about the picture and that’s why he’s changed it to the meme.

-Low key whipped for you, especially when you’re sick.

-Like the one time you had a cold and you said it was fine for him to go out with friends because you could take care of yourself. You called him like an hour later saying you needed cold medicine, he left his friends to grab you some and bring it to you.

-They’ve never let this down, now there’s a running joke along his friends about how whipped he is for you.

-Tbh you guys have broken up once or twice.

-Every time it’s happened, he’d always drunk call you about how much he missed you or how depressed he was alone, without you or how quiet the apartment was without you there.

-You’ve been together since, because you were low key feeling the same, and it was hard for either of you to be away from each other for so long.

-It’s a really healthy and stable relationship.

anonymous asked:

So I've been looking at the tumblr lifting community's posts for awhile now and I'm obsessed and amazed; I've never lifted before but I really want to it looks so fun and I want free cute shit, but I'm so so scared!! How do I get over that and what/where would you recommend lifting for my very first time ever? Any tips or advice? I worship y'all 🙏🏼

oooookay lil nugget here we go.

first off - its okay to be scared. its actually better if you keep a little piece of you thats always scared, no matter if you’re experienced or a beginner. thats something that helps you keep track of what’s going on around you and helps you not get caught. when you get cocky or over confident, thats when trouble starts.

i cannot stress how important it is to start small.
start small.
start sosososososo small.
smol

like a lipgloss from walmart or one plain shirt from old navy. maybe a lil pack of beads from hobby lobby. whatever you do, do it small.

this lowers the chance of you getting caught, and the chance of you freaking out more.

do this a couple times. lil thing here, lil thing there. this builds confidence. the more confident you are with yourself, the more likely you are to start pulling in bigger hauls.

be patient. dont rush anything. this is by no means a competition. this whole process of confidence-gaining takes weeks, maybe months for some people.

and another thing - the majority of us on here that are pulling in a shit ton of stuff? we’ve been doing this for years. ive been lifting for 3/almost 4 years now. do not feel like you have to hurry and catch up to us.

secondly -do your homework. read through people’s tip pages on here. read about hooks, magnets, detachers, keys, all the different types of security tags, concealment methods, horror stories - ANYTHING. everything will be helpful down the road. read up on how other people got caught so you dont make the same mistakes. read up on how that girl managed to bag 3 naked palettes and 15 Kat Von D liquid lipsticks. learn about cam placement and how JCP Sephora is a place to stay away from. learn SA behavior and how to tell if they are being nice or plain sus. Learn how to tell if a bag is going to be a good lifting partner or if its going to be a hassle getting things inside. get familiar with every aspect of this community. follow as many people as you can. get inspiration from everyone. learn this life. live it. breathe it.

thirdly - try and pair up with an experienced buddy. i have found this to be so helpful. you get to see first hand how they do what they do. you get to see them in action, and learn their methods. however, know that going out with more than 2 other people is sure to get you noticed and tailed. keep the lil lifting group to either a pair or 3 people. make sure you can trust them. make sure you know them.

STORES:
Old Navy: they dont tag anything other than heavy coats and sweaters, some dresses, jeans, and in the summer some shorts. i re-vamped my whole wardrobe this summer courtesy of ON, but ive seen on here that they’ve started source tagging…. which makes me sad. so double check before you out anything into your bag.
Hobby Lobby: there are like 7 cams per store all focused on the cashiers. go crazy. get your much needed art supplies. this is a great store for beginners - and other lifters who love crafting.
Cotton On: nothing, and i mean NOTHING is tagged. idk why, but these hoes never tag anything and it makes me wonder what they’re even doing. i got christmas gifts for my brothers here this year, so i highly recommend this store. super easy.
Dillard’s: do not let the large size of the store intimidate you - this place is heaven. sometimes you’ll get lucky and somethings been left off the rack and untagged. sometimes theres that teally cute wallet that you’ve wanted for a while and it doesnt have a single tag on it. go for it. conceal in the dressing rooms. trust me. formal dresses? no tags. (from what ive seen, and ive been to 3 Dillard’s in 2 different cities.) their desinger jewelrythat they keep down there? go for it. none of its source tagged or anything. i walked out once with 5 pairs of mate spade earrings and 2 wallets worth the 100 each. just pay attention to your surroundings and you’ll do just fine.

TIPS:
- in the winter its cold as dicks, so wear sweaters. utilize these babies for all they’re worth. 1. sleeves are great for concealing small items like jewelry and lipsticks. 2. “i am so hot from all this shopping, is it okay if i have one of your bags to carry my sweater in? i would really appreciate it” (note: this only works with really nice SAs. some will be bitches and shut you down. you might have to try a couple of stores before you get one. and now you have a free shopping bag!) 3. put your purse in the crook of your elbow and drape your sweater over it. this helps conceal how big your purse is to begin with and hide how much its increased in size when you’re walking out. 4. idk they’re warm and fuzzy. they make me happy.
- boots: stick things in there in case you forgot your purse or something. you can stick small things like jewelry and face masks down in there, its great.
- go through your mom’s closet. or your aunt’s. grandmother’s. rich best friend, i dont care. more often than not, they have a couple of extra shopping bags from stores they’ve been too. my mom has Bath and Body Works for days, along with a couple of Coach bags and Ralph Lauren. these shopper bags can be used in the same way as a purse for hiding things in them. hide them in yoir bag on the way into a mall, and then in the bathroom, take out your lifted clothing and stuff one of the bags. that way, when you walk into other stores, the SAs think you’ve bought things from other stores. be careful and know the layout of the mall you’re in though, because if you’re carrying around an Urban Outfitters bag and theres no UO, then you’ve gone and fucked yourself.
- be cautious, be wary, and not get greedy. get in, get out, and live to lift another day.

hope you’ll find some use for all this nonsense, good luck on starting your hobby of lifting and i hope to see some beautiful hauls from you guys!

RFA Male!MC Headcannon: Sleeping with them Summer vs. Winter

Jumin 

Winter

  • Jumin presses him into his chest. 
  • “You need to know how much you make my heart race” 
  • Male MC holds him closer 
  • The heater lets out a low hum
  • The night smells like a light wafting of cinnamon from their body soap
  • Elizabeth 3rd sleeps peacefully by their feet 
  • Warm cuddles

Summer

  • Freaking Let. Go. 
  • Jumin you can’t hug him like that in the Summer
  • Still trying to keep him close but Male MC is pretty much dying. 
  • Even with the A/C Male MC retains too much body heat. 
  • Finally let him go when he started having nightmares
  • Now resorts to at least having their legs tangled together.
  • Keeps water nearby so Jumin can mouth feed him it. 
  • “Sure. Whatever you want” 

707

Winter

  • “We can stick closer together if we’re not wearing any clothes”
  • Two throw blankets made out of Alpaca wool. 
  • Winter themed fuzzy socks
  • That’s it, that’s all they wear
  • Keeps the temp at 71 F jus so they don’t get too hot
  • “You’re logic always astounds me but sure okay.” 

Summer

  • “We can stick closer toge-”  “No.” 
  • They share a body pillow
  • They sleep on their respective sides of the bed. 
  • It’s just too hot for any kind of hugging.
  • Wears each others lightweight sweaters though for the smell
  • One long kiss before parting.
  • Male Mc wakes up with Seven holding his waist sometimes. 
  • Seven gets up earlier in the morning this time around anyways. 
  • A kiss to the forehead when he wakes up. Soon it’ll be winter and he can hold him again. 

Yoosung 

Winter 

  • Spooning. 
  • Yoosung always wears cute flannels
  • Nice quality ones, must have gone to Target 
  • Both like noise so the play quiet music in the background. 
  • Game music of course (like P3-mystic :P)  
  • Chest to back is they’re go to sleeping position. With one comforter on them.
  • Their cat sleeps next to Yoosung. 

Summer 

  • Both just wears basket ball shorts with a t-shirt
  • Both retains too much body heat
  • They hold hands
  • Fall asleep listening to let’s plays 
  • Keeps the A/C on for the extra noise
  • Wakes up holding each other 

Jaehee

Winter

  • She always smells like freshly brewed coffee. 
  • He can’t let her go. 
  • She wears soft flannels 
  • He only wears long pants. 
  • They don’t hold each other all night. Eventually she rolls over. 
  • She wakes him up with a freshly brewed cup. 

Summer

  • She stills smells like coffee
  • He ain’t lettin go
  • Her body is normally cold so he can keep her close. 
  • Just the bed sheet and that’s it for them 
  • Likes petting her hair as she falls asleep 
  • He wakes up earlier this times of year. 
  • Wakes her up with freshly brewed coffee. 

ZEN

Winter

  • Male Mc lays his head on ZEN’s chest
  • “Shall I sing you a lullaby?”
  • It’s always so comforting. 
  • ZEN draws lazy circles on his back. 
  • They barely move
  • And even when they do they’re holding each other somehow.  

Summer

  • Same thing with winter except without shirts on
  • Only one blanket
  • They normally part after falling asleep
  • Then are back together in the middle of the night
  • “My sweet prince, don’t think I’ll ever let you go.” 
  • Mhmm good night. 

Bonus V and Unknown in general

V

  • Male!MC is still tentative to get close
  • What if doesn’t want that?
  • What if he still hasn’t gotten over the pain? 
  • Suddenly he’s being lightly pulled by the collar of his shirt 
  • He rolls over and feel’s V’s arms around him. 
  • Ah…is this what true happiness feels like? 
  • MaleMC has to keep himself from crying. He finally get’s to be with the one he loves. 

Unknown

  • I’m sorry. Was there a battle in here? 
  • The bed sheets are always tangled
  • Their legs look like some kind of wizard tied them together 
  • Unknown has MaleMC in some sort of vice grip. 
  • Still MaleMC is holding onto to him. 
  • Like if he let’s go Unknown will be gone.

These are fun! :D  I hope you all enjoyed! They’re (kind of) quick to write up and I like coming up things for my beloved Male Mc. Ahhhh…I wish it were real. 

Have an idea? Want me to write it? Please Ask

Male MC HC List

Cuddle Huddle

Chowder Week Day 1: Full Moon

It’ll be fun, Caitlin had said. I promise it won’t be too cold, Caitlin had said. What’s a little breeze? Caitlin had asked.

Well.

Now Chris is standing in the middle of the Quad at close to midnight, looking like a jackass, wearing a thin sweater and shorts! Winds are like 20 mph, easy! Leaves are swirling in the air around him!! And Chris has got his hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched, wishing he’d had the foresight not to trust someone who runs warm.

“Caitlin.”

“Yes dear?” she asks as she continues digging through the over-sized bag she’d brought with her.

“I love you, I really do, but i am wearing shorts, Cait, what the hell?”

“Are you cold?” she asks, unfazed.

“Uhh,,, yes.”

“Great, then my master plan is working,” she says, and before Chris even has the chance to make an outraged sound she has pulled from her bag a thick, warm, fuzzy throw blanket.

She’s standing two feet away from him, offering him the blanket and smirking.

“You’re so devious,” he says, taking it from her and shaking it out.

“I know,” she laughs, tugging an end from him as she folds her legs under herself and plops down on the ground. “Now come cuddle with me.”

He lets her pull him into the position she wants, leaning back against her from the place between her legs, her arms wrapped around him with the blanket and leaning her chin on top of his head.

“The blanket isn’t big enough to cover my legs, babe.”

“Sorry,” she says, tightening her arms around him and moving her head so her lips can press a soft kiss to the back of his ear.

Her voice is warm and low and flowing over him and it’s suddenly perfectly fine that they’re the only ones in the middle of the open quad on a windy autumn night because Caitlin is surrounding him and warming him up and even if his legs were covered with the blanket he’d still freeze without her breath ghosting over the side of his neck.

He snuggles back into her, making himself comfortable.

“So what are we doing out here, anyway?”

“It’s a full moon,” she says, keeping her voice low and gentle. “I thought it’d light up the Quad really nicely, you know?”

He twists so he can look up at her, and sees how she’s smiling down at him.

“The Quad?” he asks.

She shrugs. “The Quad. You. All of it.”

“Caitlin Farmer, are you equating me to this open space of land?”

She laughs, embarrassed, and poking him in the chest. “No! I’m trying to be smooth, Chris, please!”

“Oh, right, yes, ok, my bad.” he turns back, resting his head against her and sighing in contentment as he brings his hands up to hold onto the arm she has around his chest. “Please continue wooing me.”

She laughs. “You fluster me, dude. I can’t do it right.”

“Au contraire, you’re doing just fine.”

“Now you’re speaking french and outdoing me!!”

Chris smiles as he smacks a kiss into her arm. “We’re too competitive for our own good, aren’t we?”

She hums in agreement, pressing her cheek into the top of his head. “It’s nice though.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He feels her arms tighten around him and they settle more into each other, sitting in silence for a while as they enjoy the quiet still of the night even as the winds flow over and around their huddled forms in the middle of the open area.

After a while Caitlin asks “So what do you want for your birthday?” and Chris sighs deeply and says “This,” and he thinks he can feel when her mouth pulls up in a smile buried in his thick hair.

“I can work with that,” she says.

“Swawesome.”

Yellow & Blue (Maya and Lucas one shots) — 2

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By the time Lucas let himself into his apartment near midnight, he was frozen and bone tired.

New York was experiencing a particularly severe blizzard, which had caused enough chaos to necessitate incorporating the entire NYPD into the full-scale disaster management efforts. Lucas’s entire shift — which had turned into nearly thirty-six continuous duty hours, punctuated only by a short, snatched nap to catch up on sleep — had involved investigating thefts, muggings, and robberies by perpetrators who seemed to think it was a good idea to take advantage of the foul weather and the hapless people who had got caught outdoors and were struggling to make it home.

The warmth that hit him as soon as he entered the apartment nearly made him groan in relief. Though his precinct wasn’t too far from his place, the arctic conditions outside, and the fact that he was so exhausted that a toddler was more capable than him of defending itself, had made the journey back a herculean task.

He barely managed to shut the door behind him before staggering to the couch and falling face-down on the cushions. It took his fuzzy brain a full minute to register that, since he’d been away for over a day, his apartment should be as cold as him instead of its current warm and toasty.

“Looky here! A real live Ranger Rick. Or at least, a not dead one.”

Lucas was so tired that he barely managed to raise his head at the voice, before the identity of its owner registered. (At least his instincts were sound — even as dead as he was, he would have sensed and reacted to actual danger if there was any. He hoped.)

“Maya.” He sagged back onto the couch with a groan.

“You look like you got run over by a herd of cows, Huckleberry.” Maya sat down on the couch, by his head.

“Two herds,” he mumbled, turning over stiffly so he could see his girlfriend’s face. “Led by Tombstone the bull.”

The sight of her in her sweatpants, fuzzy socks, and the big, thick sweater falling off one shoulder made him smile for the first time in two days.

“It’s a good thing it’s just you,” he told her, shutting his eyes and moving his head to her lap. “If it was a burglar, I’d probably have to just let them rob the place.”

““Just me” will remember to take your Playstation the next time you’re too busy playing cops and robbers.” Maya ran her fingers through his hair. Exhausted seemed too tame a word to describe Lucas’s current condition. His skin was pale, there were shadows under his eyes, and she could feel his cold fingers through the fabric of her sweatpants. “Come on, let’s get you out of these frozen clothes.”

Despite his exhaustion, Lucas managed to muster up a sly grin. “Shortstack, as much as I’d love to, I don’t think I’m in any condition tonight to—”

“Awww, that’s too bad.” Maya pushed his head off her lap and rose from the couch. “And here I got all… ready for you. I’m not wearing any underwear,”  she added when his green eyes snapped open.

Lucas lunged for her hand, and Maya jumped out of the way with a small shriek, laughing as he almost fell off the couch.

“You’re evil,” he told her, climbing stiffly to his feet and staggering after her into the bedroom. “I can barely walk.”

“Hot shower. Change.” she said, taking a t-shirt and a pair of worn sweats from his dresser and pushing them into his hands. She pressed close to him, slid her arms around his neck. “We can have some hot chocolate, warm up,” she murmured. “Maybe then you’ll be in better shape to….”

Warm, languid heat seeped into him as she pressed her lips her his, drew the kiss out. When she let go, his exhaustion and her kiss had him floating.

She gave his cheek a quick pat. “Quick it up,” she said, smirking. “Hot chocolate’s awaiting.” She sauntered off.

Ten minutes later, feeling considerably less like a frozen popsicle, Lucas sat cocooned in a blanket on the couch. He had one arm wrapped around Maya, who was curled up on his lap and sharing the blanket with him, and a mug of steaming hot chocolate in the other. A fire burned in the fireplace, adding to the cosiness of the apartment.

Maya had put on Brooklyn Nine-Nine on Netflix — she always teased Lucas that his workplace was really like it was portrayed on the show. Lucas wished that was true, he loved the show, especially after a shift like this one. At least she’d spared him the torture of watching A Million Ways to Die in the West, one of those movies she found entertaining for reasons Lucas couldn’t fathom, other than that it involved cowboys and poking fun at him.

“I thought we’d heat up one of your mom’s pasta bakes for dinner,” Maya said. She’d checked his freezer, and as usual, it was stocked with a good selection of his mama’s home-cooked food.

Lucas simply grunted in response, leaning his head on Maya’s shoulder. After so many hours of being alert and active, he could finally let himself unwind. The warmth was making the stress slowly drain away, leaving him feeling pleasantly relaxed.

His brain was still as fuzzy as it was when he came home, but that was okay, since he didn’t plan to use it for anything more challenging than deciding where to cuddle up with his girlfriend or what to do for a meal. He wasn’t going to think about anything other than spending some much-needed quality time with Maya for the next forty-eight hours.

He pressed a kiss to her jaw, the part of her he could most easily reach without moving, and felt her smile where her cheek rested against his forehead.

Barely a few minutes later, as the adventures of Jake Peralta and the Pontiac Bandit continued to play out onscreen, Maya felt Lucas’s breathing deepen against her neck, where he’d buried his face. She glanced down, only to find that he had fallen fast asleep.

She rescued his mug of hot chocolate, which had begun to tilt dangerously and was at risk of depositing its hot contents all over their laps — he’d managed to have only half of it before passing out.

“Such a huckleberry,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

She was rewarded with a loud snore.

anonymous asked:

Your tags give me life. Just wanted you to know that. Also, if you're up for it, it's been a while since I've read some of your warm and fuzzy head canons :)

thank you so much :) here’s some headcanons but you should know that the glorious @haywarde37 was a large contributor and so its not all me. 


-Mulder’s a terrible driver.

-When it comes to toothpaste, Mulder is a filthy top squeezer and he doesn’t bother to buy toothpaste anymore because why buy it when you have a completely platonic partner you can share it with?

-They never officially move in together, Mulder’s stuff just somehow migrated into Scully’s apartment gradually and it was only even relatively official when Mulder changed his mailing address to hers.

-Once, they were late for work because Scully has to explain to Mulder about how coffee isn’t a breakfast and the dangers of skipping it as a meal.

-This conversation takes place while Mulder’s in his underwear, Scully clearly stole his bathrobe and is kind of drowning in it, and Mulder makes at least 2 (two) innuendoes about eating breakfast.

-Mulder refuses to buy shampoo or soap because Scully smells SO good and he just uses hers. Skinner doesn’t even bother to question why he smells like lavender.

-They slept together for the first time at Mulder’s place and Mulder woke up the next morning to an empty bed and cold sheets. He gets really freaked that Scully left and like rushes half asleep to the main area of his apartment only to find Scully with breakfast, coffee, and mysteriously unexpired orange juice.

-Mulder was worried that his fish would get jealous of his relationship with Scully

-After a while, Mulder and Scully stop being embarrassed by getting caught in the act. It ends up being “we’re fucking whether you’re here or not” or “ten bucks to watch the show Skinman.”

-Monica asked Scully for her blessing to propose to Melissa. Melissa wanted advice to propose to Monica. Mulder and Scully made bets to see who would actually propose first.

-Tara fancies herself a craftswoman and always makes the family ugly holiday sweaters. She’s always really touched that Dana and Fox wear them religiously every year and they’ll never in a million years admit it’s to cover the hickeys they give each other.

-When Will was a baby, Mulder would check on him like every five minutes during nap time and make sure he was breathing and safe and the right temperature. He was so tiny and breakable and perfect and Mulder just wanted the baby to be ok.

-It was later discovered that Will was most definitely a Mulder, and therefore, indestructible. At the age of six, he kid fell out of a tree onto solid pavement and didn’t even scratch. That didn’t stop both Scully and Mulder’s life from flashing before their eyes when they found out that happened.

-Mulder had a baby bjorn. He wore it so often, once he almost fell asleep with it on.

-William, at the age of two saw one of their dogs gnawing on a chair and decided to copy it. From then on, he was known as the piranha.

-The Mulder-Scully clan loves stopping at crappy roadside diners on long road trips and occasionally they’ll come across one that Mulder and Scully had already stopped at years before. Most of the time, they’ll stop at those and go in and over dinner tell the kids all about the case that they were working on that particular time they stopped. That said, there are some diners that they pass that make Mulder give Scully a funny grin and a wiggle of the eyebrows. He then opens his mouth to say something but Scully just slams on the gas and doesn’t look back. The kids don’t even try to think about why.

-In college, Mulder ran a business on hot plate recipes, and “I fucked up” mixtapes.

-He also was known to turn in full length papers written on the back of reciepts.

-Mulder thinks it’s hilarious when Scully uses the word “hot” when talking about someone’s looks. She’s such a meticulous person when it comes to vocabulary and could spew an entire biology textbook if asked. Whenever he’s upset she calls him hot and it makes it all better.

-When Titanic came out, Mulder took Scully to see it because someone told him it was about a spunky redhead and a dorky brunette and he was so excited it was basically them. When he found out his look-alike died he was absolutely devastated and the only thing that saved it for him was Scully spooning him that night and muttering about all the inaccuracies that had to do with that board. “We both could fit Mulder, and besides, you’re really hot. You’d probably melt the entire iceberg just by being next to it.”

-Once Scully’s birthday fell on a Saturday, but it was a Saturday that they had to work on. Mulder spent the entire day denying alien and other paranormal being’s existence as part of his birthday present to her. It went down as the most productive day in the X files history.

-Scully calls Mulder a nerd in bed and it’s the strangest thing to now have the name you were bullied with for years now being used by your incredible Scully who’s in the process of sucking you off.

-Whenever Mulder’s feeling mildly jealous, like maybe someone’s flirting a little too much with Scully or checking her out or something, Mulder will immediately propose to her. It started out with him just upping the flirting game but by now he proposes to her all the time, the most notable instance was twenty minutes after they got married.

“Mulder, we’re now married. We have kids. You don’t have to propose”

“That secretary’s a lesbian Scully. I can’t compete with a woman! I just have to get creative in the ways I display my endless amounts of affection for you”

-Mulder and Scully both made huge compromises when they first got together. Mulder agreed not to take baths in Scully’s nice tub because every single time that happened, somehow half the water would end up on the floor. Scully, on the other hand, agreed to cuddle him immediately after taking a nice smelling bubble baths so some of the good scents would rub off on him. Also he just liked cuddling Scully.

A list of Mulder’s favorite versions of Scully:

1. naked scully

2. underwear scully

3. wiggly giggly scully

4. mulder’s takin me out on a romantic date scully

5. drunk karaoke scully

6. dressed completely in monica’s knitting projects because its the holidays and she can’t complain scully (she’s just so much fun to cuddle with then. so fuzzy and warm)

7. worried b/c mulder’s in the hospital scully

8. mulder’s okay and doesn’t have a heart monitor so lets have sex in a semi-private room scully

9. anytime that horny scully makes an appearance around the holidays

10. takes down all the assholes in the bureau with just one gaze scully

-mulder calls scully ice queen only because in the winter she has the tiniest, coldest feet ever.

-mulder and scully become Those Old People™ who go on nature walks and hold hands and let their dogs off leash in a big open field and walk through the woods in the fall wearing big knit sweaters and have lattes. they’re always coming home and calling monica and telling her about their adventure. they’re a hoot (maggie’s words, yeah she’s there. she’s immortal it’s official) at family dinners. mulder won’t stop telling the story about how scully sprained her ankle and he got to carry her all the way to the car and later all around the house whenever she needed to get something.

-Whenever Scully has to put the dogs in their crates, she always reads them their rights like they’re being arrested and Mulder thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.