#mo's writing

[mollypondfromouterspacepart2]

Trick or Treat!!! 🦇🐈‍⬛🕷

Hello my friend! Your treat is:

A scene from one of the stories I'm writing (Halloween Appropriate at that lol)

"She /is/ a werewolf. I know it!" Anna raised an eyebrow as her brother jabbed his finger at her face and leaned about six inches too close. "You can't hide the truth from me, Ann. I know everything there is to know about werewolves."

Anna stared at him in bewilderment for a second, before batting his hand away from her face and pushing him away. "First of all, werewolves don't even exist." She held back a laugh when Aaron scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Second of all, even if they did, Rina is the last person that would be one." Anna said, picking up her glass of soda and swirling it like wine. "Aaron, sometimes I worry about you."

Aaron glared at his sister. " First of all, werewolves /do/ exist, and you know it-"

His retort was cut short by Shiloh, entering the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. " All of your knowledge about the paranormal stems from watching too many monster movies when we were kids." He stated dryly, Anna nodding . "The fact that you still believe in that crap after all these years makes me wonder how we're even related." Having said his piece, Shiloh left as nonchalantly as he'd appeared, coffee mug in tow.

Aaron glared after him, and Anna smirked. "My thoughts /exactly/" she said, walking off into the living room.

Aaron pouted for a second, then glared out the kitchen window to the house next door, where Rina and her uncle lived. " There's something fishy going on there, and I'll prove it." He mumbled, sipping his drink.

[hekairen]

I'm obsessed with your writing! I was wondering if you could write a fic where Cyrus catches onto TJs dacryphilia, and the moments where Cyrus either uses it to his advantage or confronts him about it.

Ahh, that makes me so happy to hear, thank you so much, love!!

I'm sorry for the long wait, but I do hope you like it. Please tell me what you think!

Tears Love

- Cyrus begins to take notice of certain words T.J. uses when he's crying and it gets him curious as to why.

The tags aren't done yet, I just wanted to post it as soon as possible, so I skipped out on the tags, but I will be updating them, so I'm sorry for the lack of warning just in case, thank you!

[aestheticsandwriting]

Blackout

//Tuckington//Summary: Tucker freaks out during a blackout and Wash helps to calm him down with a little treat // Ao3 // Personal account //

Washington had just finished with his training for the day, like any other normal day. There wasn’t anything significant that happened yet. He ran through training with his lieutenant’s, sent them to do the rest of whatever was assigned to them for the day after that, and did a quick after-action review, and were sent home for what was left of the day. 

The blonde in charge had to stay behind and finish a little paperwork and clean up the mess they made in the training room after someone had the great idea to use the training equipment as a hiding spot for a game of tag started by Caboose. Wash wasn’t amused, but he found it nice that he was finally finding something to keep him busy that didn’t include putting stickers he acquired from who knows where on Wash’s extra helmet he kept in the locker room. Who knew lube could get stickers off so easily. 

 Wash had made his way back to his room, taken his armor off and put it away neatly while avoiding his boyfriend and letting him have his alone time, as he had been driven crazy with all tension going on between Grif and Simmons. They’ve been dancing around each other and for the past two weeks and Tucker had been assigned alongside them to try to get one of the units trained.

Wash had managed to avoid his stressed lover but still saw him in their room on the bed, reading some book that he had probably stolen out of Simmons's room without the redhead knowing. Tucker had taken a few books from the nerd and stacked the ones he had forgotten to return in their room on one of the small desks they were given. The room/small apartment wasn’t big, but it was enough. They had their own mini kitchen that was put to good use, a bedroom, bathroom, living/dining room, and that was all they needed. It was something to come home to after missions they didn’t think they’d live through. It was nice, for the first time in their lives. Wash had finally found a home. 

 Wash had skipped taking a shower, already had taken one that morning, and just put sweatpants and a t-shirt on, and just enough deodorant to cover any funk he may have on left from training.

 He decided to wait until Tucker was out of their room and was willing to talk to anyone -which quite frankly, wouldn’t take long if he was hungry- before he got dinner started. So in the meantime, He took out the new training schedule that he had been needing to look at and sat on the couch.

Wash had only gotten a few pages into the stack of papers, and the lights went out. Completely. No flickering before, kind of like someone had just shut all the light switches out at the same time. It wasn’t even a second after, and Washington heard a panicked squeal coming from the room he shared with his boyfriend. 

“Tuck?” He called out. Curiosity getting the best of him, He set aside the training schedule that was now too dark to see. He waited a few seconds, but after hearing no response, he stood up from where he was sitting on the sofa and timidly walked toward the room that the noise came from. Still not yet hearing a response a few seconds after he called Tucker’s name, he walked a little faster while trying his best to avoid running into any walls. 

“Tucker?” Wash calls his name out again, a nervous sweat breaking out on his forehead. As he rounded the corner to their bedroom, he was hoping not to see any of his recurring dreams come to life. Wash could see himself running over to him as the lights were still off, and not finding a pulse on the cold body he tripped over. He could see the image in his head of Tucker lying unconscious on the floor in a pool of his own blood and himself kneeling next to the lifeless body as the lights finally turned back on and he failed to keep his tears in his eyes. He shook his head, not wanting to bring back any more of those thoughts.

“Wash? Where are you? I can’t see anything,” A panicked voice answered him. Washington felt the relief wash over him, but it never fully settled considering he couldn’t see a fucking thing.  He wanted to run to the voice, to comfort the voice, and just sit there with him until the power cut back on, but he knew that he wanted to at least see his lovers face if he were so close to him. He couldn’t imagine a world without waking up to that face every morning and being in a safe haven every morning, knowing if here were to die in that moment, everything would be alright. There was nothing he would rather see before he left this world. 

"Tucker, babe, I'm right here by the door, I'm going to grab a candle from the kitchen and bring it here, I'll be right back," Wash told him, feeling relieved that Tucker had finally answered him, and he turned around, but Tucker stopped him before he could step one foot out of the dark room.

"No, no, no, please don't leave me," Tucker said, sounding more nervous than before. Wash started to realize that this may be the reason for the noise, he just wanted to mess with him before he did anything to help him. 

"Wait, are you scared?" Amusement was found in Wash's voice. Tucker was always one to make himself look bigger, especially when they were around the other reds and blues. He’d like to finally get his payback for all those times that Tucker made him blush like his face was on fire, but he didn’t think that this probably isn’t the best time to joke around.

"No..." He weakly answered after the question was asked, knowing he's gonna be messed with since Wash now knows one of the fears he tried so hard from the blond.

"Tucker..." Wash sounded a bit more firm, but it wasn't enough to cover the worry that was evident in his voice. Washington does feel sorry for him when he jokes around at the wrong times. Sometimes.

"Okay, listen up, nobody knows what could be hiding in the dark! Can we just please not talk about this right now?" Tucker almost shouted to his lover, softening up at the end. He knows Tucker isn’t one to yell, unless he was roasting someone, or if he would ever find Simmons in Grif’s room doing things he never wanted to see 

"Where are you?" Wash asked, remembering where he is, but trying to find the safest way to make it to Tucker, in the dark. Safely. Just adding ‘dark’ to it is one helluva way to break a few things the fun way. It's practically a surprise mystery box that has ‘BREAK ME’ written all over it.

"On my side of the bed," A timid voice replied, wanting to get this all over with. He was not fond that he couldn’t see his hand that was three inches away from his face.

"I'm walking towards you," Wash stated, following the wall. He stepped on something, knowing it was not a clothing item, especially with the verbal reaction that followed.

"Shit," Tucker pulled his hand up to his chest and rubbed it with his other hand. “Man, that hurt," He continued, shaking his hand out, trying to get the pain to stop. It didn’t hurt that much, but his nerves were on end before he got stepped on. 

"You didn't say you were on the floor," The blonde pointed out, reaching down to help him up, but Tucker clung himself to Wash’s arm, not wanting to leave the warmth the man gave. He realized it had gotten a bit cooler in the room, but not quite freezing. He didn’t understand why Tucker was still shaking around him. 

"I wasn't in the mood for saying anything else," Tucker spoke into the taller man's shoulder, with his hands wrapped around the warm body. Tucker was not kidding about being scared, but he also didn’t want to move away from the body heat and safety he felt around Wash.

"You've gotta let go, Tuck. I've gotta find the candles," Wash rubbed Tucker on the back, not wanting him to let go, but seeing his boyfriend like this was a bit adorable. Tucker tightened his grip a little after hearing the taller man's response.

"Okay, we'll do it this way. Drop your hands for a second, will you?" Tucker nodded, and let go, Wash turned around, bent down, and Tucker latched onto his back like a koala. Wash got back up off his knees and headed towards the kitchen, running into the door frame to their bedroom on the way out. Wash could feel Tucker's breath on his neck, and his hair started to stand up. He won't admit it, but he loves it when he's clingy.

After bumping into a few more walls, and kicking two tables and a floorboard, they made it into the kitchen. Tucker did not feel like being let down, so it made it harder for Wash to crouch down and get the candles out of the cabinet below the sink. He did it anyway because he loves his leech.

Wash took as many candles as he could fit into his arms with the man on his back, without dropping anything, and stood back up. Tucker never asked how many weighted squats the blond could do, but it never occurred to him until now how easy it was for him to pick him up. 

While holding everything minus the kitchen sink, the ex-freelancer brought his load to the couch and brought the coffee table closer to it to let the candles fall from his arms before letting his boyfriend down. Tucker had grabbed the blanket that laid on the back of the couch for late night binging Netflix or just when their AC went out a few months ago, and Tucker was cold but too lazy to get up to get something to cover him. It was also a good thing to have around for cuddling. 

Wash had opened the pack of matches Tucker didn’t see Wash grab, and stoke it on one of the sides of the box until the light burst out and began to burn. He grabbed one of the bigger candles and lit that as well, and placed it on the table in front of him. Tucker watched as the room they sat in began to light up with the flickering candles his boyfriend continued to light. Blowing the match out every time it got too close to his fingers, and picked up a new one just to light up a few more candles. 

Tucker curled up against the blond as soon as he has sat down and watched him finish them off. Wash had gotten up and Tucker adjusted so he was sitting against the back of the couch so he would be able to see him scatter the lit candles around the apartment they shared. 

It took wash a few minutes to get everything lit enough and spread out evenly so the wouldn’t have anymore close meetings with the walls. He spread some around their bedroom, bathroom, and one right next to the door on a table that holds random guns and trash they don't want to take to the bedroom. 

 On Wash’s trip to put the last few candles in the kitchen, he opened their sweets cabinet and got a few things to make-shift s’mores they had wanted to do a few times before but had never got the chance to because of their schedules. The sad thing about being in a not so open to the public relationship with someone was also being in something that kept so much of your time busy. Barely even being able to sleep was one thing, but constantly being on missions kept them from spending time together wasn’t what you would call fun. They had gone weeks-even months without seeing each other, not even one glance. Times like these are the ones Wash cherishes so much. The ones that start my accidents, but turn into being some quality time with loved ones you can’t even talk to in public without people getting suspicious. 

He brought the ingredients for happiness on a graham cracker back into the living room, letting it fall out of his arms, onto the table that sat two candles that had not been needed anywhere else. He never wanted to admit to even himself how adorable his boyfriend was, knowing Tucker would probably give him shit about it, or just make a sex joke. But seeing Tucker all curled up in on himself, made something in blond melt. The way the flickering light made his chocolate skin have a hint of a light glow made Wash realize he was the only one to come home to this. He was the only one who got to see this when he returned from a long mission.

“Wash?” He realized he was staring, finally taking his eyes off of Tucker, the smiling however, not moving from his face. 

“I found the stuff for s'mores, just thought we’d use it now that we have time instead of letting them go to waste.” He told Tucker, ignoring the questioning face he’s giving him. Tucker only nodded to acknowledge what he’d been told. He stayed quiet, and it was bothering Wash a little bit but Tucker didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about it quite yet. 

Not wanting to waste time, they got straight to it. Opening the new bags of goodies, setting everything up and forgetting about the mess they were making with the crackers. They had two candles, but had decided to only use one and take turns while making their s’mores. They sat in silence while they toasted the treats, not talking, just enjoying the company the other gave. Silence until wash had let the chocolate melt over the small fire the candle had to offer, and let it drip everywhere including on his face while he lead it to his mouth. Tucker enjoyed the show and laughed though it to let Wash know he was doing the right thing. 

They finished the s’mores and not wanting to get up to put their mess away in the kitchen where it belongs, Wash put them on the small side table that sat next to the sofa they had been curled up on for God only knows how long. Not saying much of anything since being riled up from the chocolate fiasco, they sat there left to their own thoughts and reassurance that everything will be alright, in each others arms everything seemed that way. 

[hekairen]

Mo! a sneak-peek? teaser? pretty-please? 💌💞💟

Hehe, of course, enjoy.

- Carefully, Cyrus begins sinking down, the head stretching him open as it enters him, it’s enough to bring back the tears, gathering heavily in his eyes. “Fuck, Teej,” he cusses out breathlessly, stopping his descent to breathe heavily. “You okay, baby?” T.J. manages out, the tightness around him as painful as it is pleasurable. Cyrus nods frantically, his tears leaving his eyes at the action, “Uh-huh, just...big.” He sighs, sinking down just a bit more, gasping as he sinks further down than he means to, fingernails digging into the hard muscle of T.J.’s abdomen.

T.J.’s hands come up to hold Cyrus’ hips giving him more support as he rests in between. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises gently, rubbing his thumbs into Cyrus’s hips, careful to avoid the bruising spots from earlier. Cyrus looks down at him, eyes once more glassy with tears that fall down his face in fat streams, his lower lip between his teeth as he breathes deeply, sinking further down. ‘See, almost there, baby.” His eyes flicker down to where Cyrus is halfway down his cock as he groans deep in his chest as his eyes wander up to where the bulge is already forming in his belly. “So beautiful.”

Hope this was sweet and spicy enough! The story should be posted in a couple of hours, so until then, my loves!

[hekairen]

is there any chance we can get a sneak peek or know what ur writing....?

— k🐛

Of course, you can! I'm writing our next fic, but since I had to start over I don't have much, but I do hope you all like it so far...

- Cyrus could feel the tears pooling in his eyes, blurring his vision of T.J. on top of him. His hands grasping at T.J.' back, blunt pink nails digging into his skin for a hold. It was too intense. Each painstakingly slow slide of T.J. out of him makes him throb with need, want for him to be back in him, hips stuttering to meet each languid thrust.

"Teeja-ah!" He cries, the tears leaving his eyes to roll down the sides of his face. "Please," he hiccups, "I can't no more."

T.J. stills within him and Cyrus opens his eyes, feeling more tears leave him as he tries to focus on T.J. above him, "Teej?" He warbles, voice thick with emotions as he gazes up at him, his vision slightly watery around the edges.

T.J. is staring right at him, laurel eyes glazed over, plush lips parted in quick puffs of breath. "So pretty," T.J. breathes, one hand coming up to cup Cyrus' cheek, fingers running along the tear tracks wetly.

Please do tell me what y'all think! I can't wait to have it finished and for all of you to read it!!

[hekairen]

Hii! That last fic is so great! I totally loved it, your writing skills are amazing and I was wondering if you could write a little short of Leo finding out the next day the lovebites on Cyrus and his penguin walking (of course only if you want to). Hope you're doing well and staying safe!

Hi! I'm so glad you loved it! And of course I can, I got a similar comment on the fic detailing almost the exact same scene and then the next day I got this ask, so I just had to write it! I am doing well and staying as safe as I can, thank you, love! I hope you and everyone else is doing well and staying safe, too! Y'all mean so much to me!!

He’s Mine, Okay?

Cyrus winces slightly with each step he takes down the hall, second period just ended. They had just finished up their unit on how to properly analyze a film and while Cyrus would have loved to pay attention, the soreness in his muscles had other plans. He had spent the whole period shifting in his seat trying to find a positions that would put less pressure on his bottom and thigh. Enough shifting to garner the attention of his teacher, Mr. Bartholio, twice during his lesson asking if he was alright. It had been so embarrassing, having all those eyes on him. He's so relieved it's now break, hopefully he'll have some time to relax and allow the pain to lessen if not disappear completely.

He had tried to get Sharon to excuse him from school this morning but his father had overheard them and had quickly shot him down all because he had come home late last night without a call. It wasn't like he had wanted to fall asleep, he was just so tired and T.J. was so warm and comforting, hugging him close and stroking his hair, his back, his thigh, delivering sweet kisses to his face and lips. It had felt so good.

His thoughts are interrupted with a call of his name.

"Cyrus! Hey, wait up!"

He stops and turns his head looking for the source and spots Leo, hurrying up to him. He gives a small smile as Leo comes to a skittish stop in front of him, "Hi, Leo."

Leo beams at him brightly, color rising to his cheeks the longer he stares at Cyrus.

Cyrus raises a brow, "So? What's up?"

Leo snaps out of his daze, "Oh, right! Uhm-uh, where are you going?"

Cyrus gives him a funny look, "To my locker, I've gotta put some stuff away." He pulls on the leather strap of his bag.

"Right, uh, can I walk you there?"

Cyrus grimaces internally as he shifts on his feet, "Yeah," he manages out, turning on his heel and walking down the hall, a small limp in his step as he tries to keep his discomfort to himself. He must fail because Leo is on to him, hand coming to rest on his lower back, "Are you okay, Cyrus?" He asks gently.

Cyrus blushes, "Uh, of course, why wouldn't I be?" He gives a smile, but he's sure it comes out as a grimace from the way Leo's brows furrow and he gets closer.

"Are yu-" his words stop as his eyes wander over Cyrus, stopping just below his jaw where a faint reddish mark lies. His eyes widen and he swallows hard, eyes going lower down his neck, until he sees another just barely being covered by the collar of Cyrus' pale pink button up, another mark, in a dark purple. Cyrus usually leaves the top button unbuttoned, is that why, a bruise? His thought trails off as his eyes shift again, narrowing as he makes out another, clear, mauve indents of teeth on the side of Cyrus' neck.

"Leo?" He vaguely hears Cyrus call his name, but all he can focus on is those love bites adorning Cyrus' normally pristine skin. Are those why...They weren't there yesterday...right? I would've noticed...

"Leo?" His brain registers the concern in Cyrus' voice and then a small hand settles on his arm and he snaps out of his thoughts.

"Yeah?" He shakes his head, "What's up, Cyrus?" He tries to play off his behavior, averting his eyes from the blemishes.

"You kinda spaced out there, Leo." Cyrus tilts his head slightly, "Are you okay?"

Leo swallows hard, "Yeah, yeah, I am." He nods his head, trying to play off his behavior, "Hey, Cyrus, um, where did you ge-" he stops again when Cyrus hisses lowly, pain taking over his face.

"Hey, are you okay?" Leo immediately asks, both hands coming to rest on Cyrus' small shoulders, squeezing gently in hopes of bringing comfort, but instead Cyrus flinches at the contact and Leo promptly moves his hands away, holding them up in front of himself.

"Whoa, what's wrong?" He asks.

Cyrus gives him a weak smile, "Nothing, I'm fine, just need to get to my locker." He sidesteps Leo and continues on his way, trying his best to ignore the aches as he walks as normally as possible.

Leo watches him go, before chasing after him, bumping into a couple students as he reaches Cyrus, who's already at his locker opening it and placing books in it. From this angel he can clearly see the bite on Cyrus' neck, Does he...are those from a boyfriend?

He goes red at that thought, face burning and stomach flip-flopping, he licks his lips, swallowing, and taking a deep breath, "Cy, are those-" he raises a finger, pointing at the impression-"do you ha-"

"Muffin!"

He's interrupted by a loud voice and Cyrus quickly turns his head, "Teej!" a smile spreading on his pink lips, russet eyes sparkling as a tall blond boy in a black crew-neck tucked into dark jeans saunters up to them, well Cyrus, sliding a strong arm around his waist.

"I've been looking for you," The blond says smiling down at Cyrus.

Cyrus' smile brightens as a beautiful blush spreads on his soft cheeks, "I was just putting some books away, but I'm done now." He closes the door to his locker.

"Oh, who's this?" The blond looks to Leo.

Cyrus' head whips towards him as if he had forgotten Leo was even there, a look of embarrassment crosses his face before familiarity settles, "Oh sorry, T.J. this is Leo. Leo this is T.J.," Cyrus introduces waving his hands between them, with a small smile.

Leo swallows nervously as he looks up at T.J. finding his green-no, not green, they were paler than that...laurel? Yes, that was it, laurel eyes were already on him, gaze unreadable.

He looks intimidating. No, he is intimidating. Standing tall with broad shoulders and strong arms that practically encompass Cyrus' small frame, blond hair windswept, "Nice to meet you, Leo," his voice is deep and authoritative, it sends a chill down Leo's back.

"Nice to meet yu-you, too, " Leo replies, voice wavering a bit at the end. Those eyes still watch him and Leo is trying his hardest not to hunch in on himself as he averts his eyes away from the tall boy. He finds his eyes going back to Cyrus, taking him in all over, from the downy look of his hair, to his angelic features, he skips his neck, continuing down his lissome figure.

But he stops, feeling his whole body tense, when he sees T.J.'s hand slowly running up and down the subtle curve of Cyrus' waist, a faint glimmer on his finger catches the light, a ring, before stopping at his hip, fingers playing with the hem of Cyrus' pink shirt, before slipping up under the fabric.

Leo catches sight of another small bruise from where Cyrus' shirt rises because of T.J.'s hand. This one's plum in color and more in an oval shape, he wants to look closer but is distracted by the small movements of T.J.'s hand, rubbing small circles into Cyrus' belly. His brain goes fuzzy, barely managing to register the breathy gasp that leaves Cyrus' lips and his head quickly shoots up, looking Cyrus over. His eyes are hazy, cheeks prettily flushed, and his lips are moving.

Has Cyrus been talking this whole time? Leo swallows, trying to clear his head when he sees Cyrus' delicate hand come up to rest over his shirt where T.J.'s hand continues its rubbing. Leo thinks Cyrus will stop it, but he doesn't, just keeps his hand there, feeling it move slightly with the one underneath. Leo feels his breathing pick up.

He spots a silver ring on the middle finger of Cyrus' dainty hand and he blinks rapidly, Has he...has he always worn that? Leo turns his head to look up at T.J. and finds his pale eyes already on him, glaring at him with so much detest and smugness as if saying, He's mine, okay? Possession clear as day gleaming green in his laurel eyes. It feels like T.J.'s on some pedestal looking down on him, he feels so small.

Was he Cyrus' boyfriend? Does he know about my crush on Cyrus? No, he can't, I've never even met T.J. before today...

Then as if to drive it all home, T.J. pulls Cyrus closer to him and Cyrus just let's him.

He knows.

Leo feels dizzy.

"I-I, uh, I hav-ah-" he swallows thickly, trying to get his words out-"I have to go, sorry Cyrus, bye!" He interrupts Cyrus, not even realizing he was still talking, turning on his heel and practically stumbling over himself to get away.

Cyrus watches him leave confused, blinking a couple of times before looking up at T.J., "Did I scare him away?"

T.J. smiles softly down at Cyrus, "Of course not, love." He brings his other hand up to rub at the frown lines on Cyrus' brow with his thumb. "Maybe he just realized he needed to be somewhere else," T.J. supplies, happy when the frown leaves Cyrus' face, blooming into a sweet smile.

"You're probably right." Cyrus squeezes the hand still under his shirt before gasping quietly, "Wha-when?" He looks down, confused as to how T.J.'s hand got there.

"You looked nervous when you were asking if you could borrow his notes from class so I thought I'd help," T.J. explains with a lopsided smile, squeezing the soft skin of Cyrus' tummy, basking in the sweet giggles that leave Cyrus' full lips.

"Teej!" He squeals when T.J. squeezes, again. "Wait! Oh my gosh, did I start babbling?!" Cyrus stops his giggling, mortified, "Is that what scared him off?! Oh my gosh, I have to go apologize!" Cyrus takes a step away from him, wavering on his feet as the aches return and he whimpers.

T.J. is immediately on alert, stepping closer to him and placing a caring hand on the small of his back, "Hey, hey, relax. What's wrong?" His voice is soft, only for Cyrus.

Cyrus whimpers again, "I'm still sore from last night and it hurts to walk," he mumbles, shyly, small hands coming to grip on to the black fabric of T.J.'s shirt.

T.J. has to stop the growing smugness in him, Cyrus is in pain because of him so he needs to fix that, "Hey," he whispers and Cyrus looks up at him, eyes shining with tears. T.J. gives him a soft smile, "Let's go find Roman, yeah? I'm pretty sure he's got painkillers and he's got Film class fifth period so he'll have the notes by the end of the day, okay?"

Cyrus gives a small nod, a couple of tears falling out from the movement that T.J. carefully wipes away, leaning down to kiss Cyrus' forehead.

"C'mon, I'll carry you, it is my fault, after all." T.J. smiles.

But Cyrus playfully pushes him away, "No, that's even more embarrassing than waddling around," he giggles sweetly, blinking his tears away. "'Sides I can walk, slowly, but I can walk."

T.J. gives him another smile, kissing his forehead, again, "All right, but if you slow me down I'll have no choice but to Fireman carry you to Roman," T.J. jokes, slipping his arm back around Cyrus' waist as they begin walking.

Cyrus gives a cute snort, "No, you won't," he giggles.

TA-DA!! What did y'all think, huh? I really like how it came out, but I may be biased, so please tell me your thoughts! All in all, a big thank you to Jay and the Anon for this wonderful thought, bc without them this would not have been written let alone thought of, so thank you so much!! I always love writing for you guys!! Much love to all you guys!

[hekairen]

you should do a fic where tj and cyrus are stuck in their house together because of everything happening in the word and they do it together to pass time

I should. And I did.

Sorry for the wait, but this was hard to write...but now it's done, so yay!

So Good

- There's not much to do while being stuck together in a small apartment, but T.J. and Cyrus have made the best of it, in hopes of passing the time. 

 ~"Is too much," he gasps softly, one hand moving to rest on the protruding bulge in his tummy, pressing it in and mewling at the pressure.

T.J. smiles up at him, "Is it, baby?" He hums, running his hands up and down Cyrus' sides gently, trying to bring some comfort.~

Mood board made by the wonderful G.B.

I hope you like it, please do tell me.

[hekairen]

Holaaaa! a little teaser of your next fic maybe? Please? 😍😍😍

Hola, my love! Of course, ask and ye shall receive, my beautifuls!! Beware it gets pretty spicy!

- T.J.'s left arm moves from Cyrus' hip to the small of his back pressing his smaller body up closer to his. With a final bite to his bottom lip, T.J. starts trailing kisses down his chin to his neck loving the way Cyrus tilts his head to the side allowing him more access. Moaning as T.J. begins sucking harshly on the delicate skin below his jaw. His hands go up to tangle in soft, blonde strands, pulling on them, mewling when T.J. bites down hard on the skin and licks at it before moving onto another spot.

"T.J., wha-what's wrong?" Cyrus pants, tugging T.J. back by his hair.

T.J.'s got a wild look in his green eyes as he stares at Cyrus' flushed face, puffy red lips, and darkening hickey. It makes something hot and heavy grow in him and he just wants to devour this beautiful boy in front of him because he's his. Always has and always will be.

"You know you're mine, right?" T.J. growls deeply, staring intently at Cyrus.

Cyrus blinks up at him, "Wha-what do you me-mean?" He whispers, unsure.

T.J. leans down delivering chaste kisses to his soft lips, "That boy from break, I didn't like the way he was looking at you," he mumbles between his kisses.

"Leo?" Cyrus asks breathless. -

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