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       his touch is gentle against her skin, fingers lightly tracing over her shoulder and down along her spine. heâs committed every inch of her to memory, but he could never grow tired of her, never take a single part of her for granted. everything about caroline is beautiful. he knew then how lucky he was to have her in his life. and he knows now how fortunate he is heâs been allowed back into hers. she twitches when his hand brushes along her waist, making a small smile tug at his mouth. â thought youâd nodded off, â he comments. emil shifts from where heâs propped himself up on his side, leaning forward to press his lips to her shoulder. he lingers there for a moment, enjoying her scent, the warmth of her when he nuzzles against her skin. Â
Continuation of roads trip in a blizzard on the way to Annaâs wedding Au? I think yes.
The wedding isnât until the evening of the next day. They have plenty of time to get from New York City to Maine. Elsa is sure of it. Itâs just a little snow. The cold never bothered her anyway.
They make it out of the city, conversation falling into a rather nice normal pattern. Comfortable. Like theyâve known each other for years. Itâs when they reach Massachusettsâs that it starts to get dark. And the snow is harder and everything about the trips suddenly seems less like a fun road trip with a stranger and more like mortal danger.
In this weather, and without any sunlight, thereâs absolutely no way theyâll make it to Maine tonight they have to try again in the morning. So they stop. Finding a little run down motel not too far off the main highway. A little old lady at the check in counter of the lobby thatâs covered in lace and crocheted cat patterns. She overs them tea and warm cookies to warm up from the storm. They ask to book two rooms.
âOh my fears Iâm afraid weâre all booked up, save for one roomâ
Elsaâs quite certain hers was the only car in the parking lot but her and Alarik shrug. They made it this far crammed in a car together. Whatâs one night sharing a room? Besides theyâll have their own bed.
And then they lug their luggage up the stairs to their room. Alarik struggles with the key at first, Elsa giggles and his heart skips a beat.
The door opens and there in the middle of the room.
Is one singular bed.
âIââ
âOh my...â
âWell that certainly...â
âThat is definitely a new development yes...â
Alarik insists on sleeping in the chair beside the window. Elsa pretends that sheâs not disappointed. But they donât go to sleep yet, they stay up talking. Elsaâs writing a book. And sheâs asking for his opinion on it. She lays out papers all over the bed with drawings and layouts and outlines and random paragraphs here in there. He almost feels out of place, heâs a scientist not a fantasy writer, but Elsa insists. Itâs science fantasy, she says, eyes bright and smile wide. And so he sits on the bed, trying not to encroach on her space, and he reads. And by the time he finally succumbs to sleep, head resting on one of Elsaâs notebooks as Elsa lays sprawled our beside her papers beside him, he thinks for a moment that he could fall in love with this girl.
((Eey so I didnât quite get Tiger Cubs done tonight, but itâs like 2/3rds done and Iâm pretty burned, so... I finished this fluff fragment up for posting and now I think Iâm going to go eat and then bed.
Enjoy!))
Uryuu stumbled from the kirinâs back, too tired and numb from shock to truly appreciate dismounting from a /legendary creature/ onto the balcony of Chadâs apartment. Chadâs warm hand settled on his lower back and guided him inside, Ichigo trailing after them.
Chadâs apartment was⌠warm. /Kind/. Filled with earthen tones and signs of all /three/ of them.
(Chadâs apartment was more home than Uryuu had ever known before.)
He stood out amongst all the color, dressed head to toe in white. And normally he wouldnât mind, normally he wouldnât /notice/, his uniform just another piece of who he /was/â
(A Quincy. The /Last/ Quincy. A protector of humanity.)
âhe felt sick, trembling hands struggling to undo the uniform of the genocidal /monsters/ heâd infiltrated. The uniform of the monsters heâd unknowingly supported his entire life.
âItâs okay,â Chad murmured in his ear, one hand closing around Uryuuâs hands and holding them steady. His other hand worked to open Uryuuâs uniform, undoing the rows of buttons and his belt, and then pulling the long jacket open. âWeâve got you.â
Ichigo stepped in front of Uryuu and began helping Chad undress him. They tossed his jacket and shirt aside, hands brushing across his skin and down his sides, warm and gentle and /grounding/. Ichigoâs slender fingers traced looping patterns against his skin, following the dark filigree lines that now covered his body.
Uryuu leaned back against Chad as Ichigo knelt and began to unlace his boots, sighing happily as Chad wrapped him in a loose hug. Chad supported his weight easily as Uryuu slumped into his grip and lifted first one foot then the other, letting Ichigo pull his boots off.
As Ichigo undid and pulled Uryuuâs pants down, Chad lifted him up and carried him the several steps to the bed.
âI can still walk,â Uryuu grumbled as Chad set him down. He shivered at the loss of warmth, skin prickling in reaction, and barely resisted the urge to simply grab Chadâs wrist and pull him down.
(He knew that feeling, that sensation. It had been too long without his loversâ touches.)
âBut you donât have to,â Ichigo said, stripping his own clothing off and dropping onto the bed next to Uryuu. âLet us take care of you, Uryuu,â Ichigo insisted. âWeâve missed you.â
Uryuu sighed and stretched out, drinking in the sight of Ichigo next to him. The delicate filigree patterns ran along Ichigoâs collarbones and down his sternum, spreading over the planes of Ichigoâs body and wending down his limbs. He was /beautiful/, like a being out of myth, and Uryuu couldnât resist reaching out to touch.
Ichigo hummed and moved closer, kissing Uryuu softly. He was warm against Uryuuâs skin, warm and powerful and /alive/, and Uryuu didnât bother attempting to stifle the needy whine that rose in his throat. Chadâs fingers brushed against his shoulder, before Chad settled against his back and pulled /both/ of them closer.
Pinned between his two lovers, Uryuu wriggled, trying to get comfortable. Ichigo chuckled and shifted, getting comfortable himself, and carded his free hand through Uryuuâs hair.
âSleep,â Ichigo murmured, pressing a kiss to Uryuuâs cheek. âWeâll be here in the morning.â
âWeâre not going anywhere,â Chad agreed.
He made an agreeing noise and buried his face in the crook of Ichigoâs neck. They would wake up a tangled sprawl of limbs spread across the entire bed, but for now⌠for now Uryuu was warm and safe and /content/.
Somebody left a box of your favorite muffins at your doorstep. What do you do? (Yuri/Vanya)
Yuri looks around to try and catch the mysterious benefactor but heâs too late to catch them. He wonders who they are and how they knew his favorite muffin was blueberry! He never the less takes them into his apartment.
âLooks like our anonymous gift giver is at it again!â he says happily, and he divvies them out to his family, who seem to be excited to get something.
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Vanya stares at them. Â Who sent these and how did they get here? Â He checks the platter of muffins top to bottom for EZIC notes and doesnât find any. Â He smells them. Â Nothing suspicious. Â Whistling, he takes them inside. Â Heâs about to find the perfect hiding spot where he can have them all to himself when his niece, Nina spots him.
âWhatâs that, Uncle Vanya?â
Being caught completely red-handed, he offers one to her. Â
âChocolate chip muffins. Â You get one for now, but then you have to eat the rest of your breakfast.â Vanya tells her, trying to sound stern.Â
Nina perks. Â âDonât worry, Iâm gonna save the best for last!â she exclaims happily.
While she heads to the breakfast table, Vanya takes two of the muffins off the plate, and decides to leave them on the counter. Â Everyone should start their day with chocolate and a smile.
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[Text:] Â Peeta - I know it's super late and I'm not even sure I should be doing this right now but I just can't sleep. Â I can't stop thinking about what happened before and I just... Â I miss you. Â I miss the way you make me feel secure and safe. Â Only you could do that. Â But.. it's not like that anymore, is it? Â Maybe someday I'll get the courage to send this to you, but for now I'll just keep it secure in my drafts.. -sent anyway.-Â
You should seriously consider doing prompts 6 and 32 to commiserate with me on having to work
i hope you have a great HUMP DAY! here are your prompts I hope you enjoy them! #6. Tongue-tied turned out a little longer than i expected so if youâre reading it at work, i hope you are on lunch or something like a good citizen hahaha and #32. Open your eyes is just cute okay? i contemplated making it angsty but i donât know how you feel about that
#6. Tongue-tied
Jemma felt like her tongue had completely swelled in her mouth as Fitz guided her to the bar. At the moment, her mind was screaming a mantra of panic as she got closer to this beautifully tall, slender, dark haired woman. How else was she supposed to describe her? After a few drinks, she was beyond hot, not to say that Jemma hadnât noticed that sober.
"Youâve been eyeing her since youâve gotten here. Just offer to buy her a drink," Fitz coached as he continued to push her forward.
"But, how do you even know she likes women?â Jemma retorted as she resisted Fitz pushing her forward as much as possible. âAnd, we just got off work! Look at me! My hair is a mess, my jeans have been eaten by hydrochloric acidâI bought this plaid shirt at a department store, Fitz! A department store!â
Her best friend rolled his eyes at her before pulling out the hair tie that she had decided would help her messy hair. Jemma yelped in response as Fitz tugged not to gently to get the hair tie out and mussed her hair.
"Look! All fixed!" he said cheerfully as he threw the hair tie over his shoulder. "You have been proffered for several drinks since youâve gotten here. Clearly, your department store chic is not turning people away from you. Just because the woman at the bar looks like a bombshell, does not mean you canât get her. Besides, if she isnât into women, no harm done.â
"What do I say though?â Jemma asked in a panic. Her eyes begged him not to make her talk to the woman.
"Offer to buy her a drink or something. Jemma, how have you had more relations than I have? Honestly, Iâve been taking notes from you but seeing you right now makes me really doubt myself.â
"Hey!"
"Alright, thatâs it. Off you go!"
With one last push towards the bar, Fitz disappeared further down (hopefully to watch her progress in case she needed saving). Jemma sighed to herself as she sat in the empty seat next to the woman.
"What can I get for you?"
Jemma opened her mouth at the bartender and stuttered before wordlessly lifting the drink in her hand. He looked awkwardly at her before nodding and leaving her. She glanced and saw the woman smiling to herself as she swirled the drink in her cocktail glass.
Say something Jemma. Comment on her shoes or something. Please.
She picked up her drink and took a gratuitous sip. Suddenly, the liquid slipped down the wrong pipe and Jemma found herself in a coughing fit.
The woman sitting next to her had a cheeky smile on her face as she picked up the maraschino cherry by its stem and slip it into her mouth. âYou alright there?â she asked kindly.
Jemma felt a blush creep up her neck as she tried to breath in between her coughing. The embarrassment was awful. At that moment, she wanted to crawl into a hole.
All she could do was nod before hoarsely adding, âI am good thanks for asking.â Jemma found herself staring at the dark brown eyes for a couple seconds too long before looking back at her drink.
After a few moments, she realized that the other woman, was staring at her. Jemma glanced over, despite her imagination, the woman was staring at her with a bemused expression as she slipped the stem between her lips.
Jemma gaped at her like a fish out of water. All of the words escaped from her mind completely. âHi!â she practically exclaimed, causing the bemused expression on the other womanâs face to turn into a full blown smile.
"Hello," she responded in a sultry tone as she leaned against the bar. Her mouth slightly opened as her tongue peaked out briefly.
"Youâve got a drinkâI mean, I have one, that I wasâ" What?! Jemma physically facepalmed herself as she held back a groan. âLet me start over.â
The other woman raised her eyebrows and nodded as she waited for Jemma.
"Sorry, I must seem like a total spaz right now. Usually, I am much better at chatting women up. My success rate is astronomically highânot to say I just always go around chatting women up, but I just canât really say no to a pretty woman or I mean Fitz, he always encourages me toâŚ,â Jemma cursed herself mentally again for rambling and just slapped her face this time. The embarrassment was overwhelming. She was pulling out of the game.
The other woman laughed lightly.
"Look I am not going to waste anymore of your time. I just wanted to say that you are beautiful and that if youâd like to then maybe we can have sex," Jemma felt her jaw drop. Where the hell did that come from? âI did not just say that. I didâbutâokay, I am just going to stop embarrassing myself.â
Jemma downed her beer quickly before turning to leave when she felt a hand on her arm stopping her. She turned and saw that it was the other woman.
She pulled the cherry stem Jemma had seen earlier from between her lips. âHow about I start chatting you up instead?â she asked as she dropped the cherry stem into Jemmaâs empty glass. A perfect knot rested in the middle of the stem. Jemmaâs eyes widened before turning to the woman. She winked at Jemma before adding, âMy name is Skye, how about I buy you another drink?â
"That wouldâve been an excellent first line.â
#32. Open your eyes
"Skye, open your eyes," Jemma ordered more than asked.
"Nope, nope, nope!â
Jemma let out an exasperated sigh. âThere is nothing wrong withââ
"Jemma, no. Just, I am going to back out of here and pretend likeââ
"You didnât see me naked?"
Skyeâs hands shot to her sides as her shoulders curled up. Her eyes were still firmly shut. âItâs justâI am goingââ She turned around quickly thinking it was where she came from but slammed into the wall.
"Skye!"
The hacker kept her eyes firmly shut as she felt Jemmaâs hands fall on her upper arms. Her breath was alarmingly close.
"Iâm fine, Iâm fine," Skye brushed off as she tried shrugging out of Jemmaâs grasp.
"Open your eyes," Jemma ordered this time.
"I am just trying to respect your naked-ness, woman!â
"Justâ"
At the frustrated growl, Skye sighed and opened her eyes. âHey! Youâre not naked!â she reacted postively as she looked down at Jemma covered in her plush robe.
Jemma rolled her eyes. âWhile you had your eyes shut, you act as if I was going to just stand there naked the whole time.â
"I mean you were showering.â
âHonestly, Skye, you should have no qualms about seeing the female anatomy, after all you see it everyday as well on yourself.â
"Pfft, but I mean, itâs different when itâs not me. I was just trying to respect your lady-hood.â
"What are you even saying anymore?"
âNothing! I am going to go and not see you naked anymore!â Skye jetted out of the bathroom quickly.
"Next time you do, you have to buy me dinner first!" Jemma yelled playfully after her.
