#but in the meantime it's mostly just us in the office and it's nice to spend time together 😇 i can never get enough of her

[cinna-bunnie]

I've been hanging out with my manager so much lately !! i usually only talk to her virtually once a week, i am so energized.. i love her 😩

#every time we work together it's basically just hanging out n being productive at the same time #and we click v well :3 i feel like we have gotten closer!! she gave me some pointers bc I'm doing my first annual review in a few days #which I'm Very New to bc this is my first time being a manager fr 👉🏾👈🏾 wanna make sure i do it right bc my associate is v v appreciated #always idk she fills me with energy and even just talking to her virtually i feel like i can take on the world so i am living rn fe #fr #☝🏾😌 and I'm going back tomorrow. sometimes things being chaotically busy is good #we r setting up a new office together on short notice and it's gone surprisingly well so far considering it's the #first time I've ever brought a new building up (⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠;⁠) things r looking v good and we're almost done. #but in the meantime it's mostly just us in the office and it's nice to spend time together 😇 i can never get enough of her #😹 when she's at my office in my city she'll be like oh sorry I'll try to wrap up quick‚ so i can have my desk back n stuff #and I'll be like oh no ur good there's no rush 0: i always love ur company. I'll just work right here (⁠✿ ‚‚⌒‿⌒‚‚) #*pulls up a second chair or sits on the floor* #she's a real peach ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა ♡⁠ #also she bought me lunch and i got us coffee today.. girl she brought me chicken satay !! 🤤 #I'm still p set.. more time for antics before needing to eat.. thank u sm (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

[coffee-master]

Lulaw Fic idea

Fic ideas that I still didn't write/I'm not planing to write part 2

Warning this post is pretty long.

Lulaw but with into the spider-verse movie

So after after the into the spider-verse movie I had a funny lulaw idea.

***

Luffy is the spider-man in his universe. He was bitten by the radioactive spider and used his powers for fun.

His motto is littelary 'with great powers comes no responsiblity'

But what is important is the fact that from the start he tells all of his friends his Secret.

Firstly because he can't lie and secondly because he doesn't feel like hiding it from them. It didn't even crossed his mind.

He decided to be a some sort of anti-hero(?) Called spider-man, (although people still call him a hero)

Mostly because he could finally play with his powers outside his home and because when he helped an eldery woman to cross the street they gave him a free churro.

Ussop projected the costume.

Nami was sort of a 'chair guy'.

His boyfriend Law made him his first weebshoter (later Franky make better one-)

Chopper treats when he gets hurt.

And the rest tries to make up excuse to why Luffy suddenly dissapears and ect..

Then Ace dies and everything and was taking a toll on him. Spider-Man disappeared for two years afterward, blaming himself for his brother's death, because he wasn't fast enough to safe him.

Fortunatelly he has support of his friends and family.

When he comes back, Luffy takes his 'spider-man' job more seriously and tries to make his best, so noone would get hurt.

In the meantime he's happy again, has fun and tires (somehow) to study.

Fight some bad guys, spend time with his friends, fights villians, goes on dates, finds out that Law's uncle is a super villian called Joker and other weird and crazy stuff happen-

NOW MULTIVERSUM PART!

Luffy somehow manage to get into the 'spider-verse' where he meets the other spider-people and HIS Friends who got the powers.

Zoro who has two catanas and at his sight Luffy is like "yeah, Zoro said if he got my powers he would still fights with swords-"

There's Sanji who fight with his legs and in his universe is know for helping the damsels in distress (and flirting with them) and giving food to the hungry homeless people.

There's Nami who firstly was a tief and later become hero ready to take some charge for giving the police the villians.

Usopp who's a coward that wants to be a brave hero.

And there is Ace.

ALIVE.

And when Luffy sees him he just starts crying like a child. Then Ace takes him into a hugg, because he just feels like Luffy needs it, while calling him a cry-baby.

They talk, joke and see the diffrence between the universes.

It turns out that eveyrone there kept thier identyti secret from their family and friends and had something called 'CANON EVENT'.

Then Luffy meets the other version of his Torao, who turns out to be way diffrent than his boyfriend.

He's cold, crude, tired, depressed and despises his presence, labeling him as foolish, thoughtless, and imprudent.

Of course although Law's behaviour Luffy is still happy to see him, which draws the attention of the others and they were mildly surprised by the fact that Luffy is dating Law in his reality.

Law is obviously dumbfounded and doesn't belive him, since he had never dated anyone and never will (because of the canon event-) and said that he had never meet him in his universum.

It's time for Luffy to be confused.

In Law's universe when he was bitten by the spider everything started to tear apart.

Before that Law had already issused about the car accident in which died his biological family. After that he was taken by the nice officer Rosinante and then adopted.

Unfortunately as spider-man Law wasn't able to safe his adoptive dad, who died in his arms.

Trafalgar was left with more trauma to deal with.

Law had to move in to Doflamingo, who lived in a completely different area, so that the brunet had to change the school. Despite such a small change, it resulted in him never meeting him and living with his demanding and despotic uncle.

Moreover the fact that he turned out to be one of the most dangerous criminals aka 'Joker' didn't help his situation at all.

So- Law starts talking to the Luffy about the canon events, which confuses Luffy, since why everyone must go through this??

Someone then explains how there are at least three phases of this stage, which usually overlap significantly with other universes.

How firstly you lost a father figure.

Then someone who's close to someone who's important to you.

And then your first lover.

Then the straw hat's suprise even his friends started talking about their canon events.

Zoro lost his sister Kuina.

Sanji lost his mother then sister and Pudding..

Ace lost Edward, his father figure and boyfriend-

At that a red warning light went off in his head.

He wasn't going to lose anynone more-

Not anymore.

Then there's going a mess, where other get to know that Luffy didn't had the 'full' canon event and are trying to stop him from avoiding it.

Of course Luffy as Luffy doesn't give a f- And does what he want.

There are fights, drama and other things that I'm too lazy to write-

In the end Luffy's friends form other universe decide to help him and suprisingly Zoro was the, who convinced them to do it.

Meanwhile Spider-Law (ok that doesn't sound good, but you know what I mean-) is determined to stop him at all cost from ruining the whole universe.

On the other hand the straw hat wants to help Law, because even if he's not his Toaro, he's still Torao.

Again more fights.

Spider-Law gets to know more about Luffy's universum, where the brunet gets even more depressed, because of seeing what LIFE HE COULD HAVE HAD if not the spider bite-

More drama again.

Luffy helps Law.

Law was able to get to know more about Luffy and finally fall for his 'charm' (not in a romantic way of course, because it'd be WAY too fast) But he starts to understand why Luffy's Traffy likes him so much and Law starts to appreciate him.

Luffy is able to same someone and not break the whole universe, proving that canon event is a bullshit- doesn't really work.

Everyone is shocked, except for Luffy.

And in the end everyone goes back to their universe with changed perspective of life and happy ending!!!

OH!

Also I wanted to add a bonus where at the end Law with spider powers would by accident met the Luffy form his universe and would start talking with him

ANYWAY-

(There were also other thing that I'd add, but I'm too lazy to write them here. This post is already too long)

I've had this idea for a long time. Honestly, I'm not sure if I'll write it because it would be long, and I tend to write very slowly, and there would probably be a lot of action scenes in it.

And I don't know how to write action scenes well.

Soo.. what do you think..??

#lulaw #one piece #ao3 ideas #fic #maybe i'll write it #maybe idk #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar law #into the spider verse

[pbandjesse]

Today was a pretty good day. I was still riding the high of buying our house. And we got a lot of stuff done. It felt good. Today was good.

I did not sleep good though. I woke up around 4 with a bad pain in my ribs. I was not having fun and falling back asleep was very very rough. I was able to eventually but it took forever.

When I woke up at 7 though I felt fine. I was happy to see James. I was in a good mood. James let me know that they went to the house to drop off some stuff. And discovered that while we were given 4 keys, 3 of them were all for the back door and I had the only front door one. This is hilarious. We will have to get more front door ones made ASAP. In the meantime James just let themselves in the backdoor and everything was just fine.

I got myself together and we left a little early. We left together. And I had a nice drive to camp. There wasn't any traffic on my drive, but going the opposite way I saw 3 different fender benders that were causing so much traffic. It was for miles.

I got to camp before 8. And it was cold but not as cold as yesterday. I was in a good mood.

I had some stuff to do this morning. I wanted to do my drawing for the day but that was all I would get done. Because pretty quickly I was working on documenting things bought for the house and making a more solid plan for what ones furniture were buying and a few other things. Just wanting to go at it with the best data and staying in budget. And so far so good.

I decided I would put together the desk Alexi got from IKEA yesterday. And that was going really well. Until I got to the last steps.

When everyone else came in I was putting the last screws in but was struggling because it wasn't 100% lining up and so Alexi and Heather were trying to help hold it but it wasn't working. And then it was missing a plastic triangle that holds the desk up to be a standing desk.

So I was like. Okay problem solved. And went to turn it over and that's when we realized that the entire top of the table was scratched and gouged? What? Did I do that?? How??? I hadn't looked at the top when I opened the box. I just put it on the floor. But it was so extensively scratched that Alexi didn't think it was possible that I did it by accident. And so we think it may have been a return that was our back in the floor? It was so weird. And I was so upset.

But Sarah took over and got customer service on the computer they are giving us a new table, and letting us keep the scratched one. Sarah was such a rockstar. I really appreciated her handling that because I was so upset.

Since she did that I took over creating labels to send letters to Europe for our camp America staff. I had to go through a bunch of very unfamiliar addresses. But I was able to collect everything and learned to create labels and how to print them. New skill unlocked.

Me and Sarah moved the scratched desk up to the attic and found that one of the buck heads had fallen down. So we moved that back to a better spot. Decided he was the guard dog of the attic. We were just in a little bit of a silly mood.

Heather asked us if we could go set up some tables and chairs over at the lodge for when John the consultant was coming. No problem. So we walked across the feild. I love walking through the snow. It's slightly frozen on top so it's really crunchy. And we talked about paint and colors. Specifically haint blue. And how it's supposed to keep spiders away. I think it would be nice to use that color somewhere in the house.

I have paint on the mind for sure. Later this evening me and James would discuss painting. And specifically we realized that the entire house is grey. Including the ceilings. I am mostly sure that it is actually just primer because of the matte texture and how easily it scuffs. So we are going to have to do a lot of painting sooner rather then later. Maybe we will use haint blue somewhere.

After we finished setting up the tables and chairs and things we went back to the office for lunch. I read some of my book. Learned about cowboys and how hobbling a horse is a way of breaking them. Which lead to me and Heather talking about how my highschool principal broke wild horses as a young man. And now he got his jaw broken by one of them and that story was wild. Especially since he told it to us in Bible class.

I was telling Heather all about the weird stuff at my school. And just the stuff I had to unlearn or relearn because we weren't really socialized to people outside the church. But I don't really have many shocking moments learning that something was weird anymore. It's been a few years since I have had to deal with that.

Eventually it was time to go to the lodge for the meeting. And it was a long meeting. I won't rehash it completely but I got a little frustrated at times. And I don't want Alexi to think that I don't love camp, because I do! So much! But I also want camp to be better and when we just talk about it but we aren't actually doing anything but talking it makes me feel crazy. I don't want to talk broad, I want specifics, I want answers and direction! I got some kudos about all the program writing I had done but I still felt like no one was saying what exactly we were doing. And I get it but also it's incredibly frustrating for me when I can see some answers. Ugh.

Chris was in this meeting too. And I think between Alexi talking about best case scenarios and Chris talking about the worst case I was just a little over frustrated. I really hope I didn't come off as a brat but I was pushing for answers pretty hard. And at least tomorrow I have some direction for working on village programing.

John is very inspirational but I think the office wants him to be more then that and I don't think that's realistic. He's there to give them a push but they have to be the ones to do it. And I can only write so much. Like I don't care if we use exactly what I've made, it won't hurt my feelings, but at least I've done something and we aren't working from nothing or just imagining. I have made something tangible. And I hope that helps push everyone else forward.

We finished up the meeting and I packed up the screens and books we used to prop up John's projector. I chatted with everyone for a few minutes. But it was time for me to go.

I trudged across the field and stopped at the office. I got my tablet and my lunch bag. My first package of my Amazon order came and that was exciting. I chatted with Sarah for a few minutes but she had a tour to give. So I was off and heading home.

I had a stop at amazing glaze first to get me and Callie's bowls and I was so so happy with how they came out. They look amazing. I am so thrilled with my room and I think this might be my favorite piece. Even more then my ducks and I love my ducks.

After I sent pictures to Callie I went home for real..I was so happy to see James. I texted them and let them know I was home so they could bring some stuff done to start packing the car.

We brought a few boxes and got as much in the car as we could. I decided to bring some toilet paper, tissues, and paper towels to have over there. And then we headed to our new house!

The street was not as dark as it had been that one night. There are actually street lights and each house has a light so we are doing good there. And I was so happy to walk around the house. I can be a little more critical now. Some of the trim paint is messy on baseboards. The vinal flooring they referred to as luxury is. Fine. But the biggest issue I have noticed is the colors of the walls and ceilings.

It's grey. It's all grey. And like I said earlier I think it's just primer? Painting the ceilings was not in the plan. Painting walls sure, but ceilings is a lot of work. It's not impossible but it will take some planning and I am really hoping we can get it done sooner rather then later so we don't have to cover all of our belongings. I will have to look into that this weekend or this upcoming week.

While we were at the house, after we got all of the stuff inside I decided to build the toilet paper storage I bought. It's so cute. It was a little difficult to put together but that's okay. James helped. And it felt good that we have made something just for this house. That felt. Really good.

We would also change out some of the knobs in the kitchen. And then I had some weird hinged ones I put in the bathroom. We would do a ton of measuring for the living room and trying to make some plans for the walls. I am excited to figure out how to do new types of diy work and I'm just so excited. Even if I'm not looking forward to painting the ceilings.

After we had done everything we thought we could for the evening we would gather ourselves and went to dinner.

We decided to go to five guys. And that was fun. I showed James my lists and we discussed deligating tasks. James was being so sweet. We were laughing about the soda machine being in Spanish. It was just so lovely. I love my husband so much.

We would soon go home. And I became exhausted as soon as we got home. I would shake off the brain tired but I just wanted to get in bed. I would first add some new water to my tanks and kiss Sweetp. And then got in bed to be cuddly.

Our landlady Tina called that a new oven is supposed to be delivered tomorrow. And we were finally able to break the news. We bought a house. And she was so excited for us. So the plan is to be out of here at the end of February and we have a reference for possibly Julien and his roommate moving in. She said she is always excited when her tenants buy something permanent and I had been so nervous about telling her. Because she's always so lovely to us. So I'm just so glad she reacted so positively.

And now I am just very ready to sleep. I am going to grab a shower and brush my teeth and get ready for sleep.

I don't know if I need to go to camp tomorrow. It's supposed to snow overnight and throughout the day tomorrow. So we will see what the day holds. If I'm working at home or what. But I think it will still be a lovely day.

I hope you all have a great night. I love you all. Sleep good!

[dragonmuse]

@objective-j asked: I really need to know more about this Jim and Lucius thing. They're codependent and singular and I can't help but wonder if that connection ever edges into something romantic? Is it a natural thing for someone like Lucius to connect in more ways than one, or is the lack of attraction something that helps them to function better than Eddy and Izzy ever did?

(so the answer to the latter is YES, not having a sexual relationship definitely helps them, but I wanted to tease out how they got to where they were, so here are some snippets from how they began together from the first two years)

The bar wasn’t anything special. It was on the way between the office and Jim’s dusty apartment. They’d noticed it before and it had never mattered much until today. Booze was something they used as anesthetic mostly, administered late at night on rare occasions when sleep would hover too far out of reach. 

Tonight, they weren’t worried about that. They were in the middle of a long job, more boring than stressful. What they really wanted to do was run down one of their targets and finally do something about it, but they knew they didn’t have the plan straight enough yet.  

So when they passed the part and laughter spilled out the front door, they slowed a little. There was a menu posted on the glass, burgers and the like. They were hungry and if they sat at the bar, it wouldn’t draw the annoying pity of eating alone at a table. 

Jim went inside. There was a barstool open at one end of the bar, the one next to it clear too. A little island of space that they took gratefully.  The bartender was at the other end, back to them, so Jim settled in to wait. Someone had spilled a packet of sugar onto the dark wood, so they drew their finger through it, a nonsense spiral. 

“Abstracts, nice,” someone said and Jim’s finger stilled. “No, keep going. Haven’t had anyone do zen gardening in here yet, but I’m into it.” 

“I think I need a little rake for that,” Jim pulled the knowledge from some dusty drawer in their mind. They looked up and found the bartender smiling down at them. He was young, baby-faced. White guy with ordinary dark hair and brown eyes. There was a puff of fabric wrapped around his throat.  

“Excellent point, hold please,” he held up one finger then dipped down behind the bar. He came back up with toothpicks and the bit of wire that usually kept a bag of bread closed. While Jim watched, bemused, he wound the wire around the toothpicks and then presented the amalgam to them. “Rake away.” 

“What the fuck?” they laughed and took it from his hand. 

“Hey, it seemed to make you all chill, spill a packet for me and I’ll take a turn if it gets slow enough. In the meantime, get you something to drink?” 

“Yeah, whiskey sour. And a cheeseburger.” 

He tilted his head, “You could be thirteen or thirty, your skin is incredible, but uh...ID?” 

“Ugh fine,” they got out their wallet. “Ignore the name.” 

“Long as the picture matches and the birth date is right, I will avert my eyes,” he agreed. He did look very quickly then handed it back. “Whiskey sour. Cheeseburger. How do you want that?” 

“Rare as I can get it.” 

“Still mooing, on it.” 

He went back down the bar. Jim ran a fingertip down one of the toothpicks. No one had done something that ridiculous for them in a very long time. They grabbed another packet of sugar and spilled it out. Hardly their worst crime that week. And it was kind of nice to drag the makeshift tines through the grains. 

“You know it only occurred to me I could’ve just given you a fork after I placed your order in,” the bartender returned with a glass of amber liquid.  

“This was more fun,” they told him and took the drink. “Thanks.” 

“Sure thing, may I?” 

Jim handed him back his frankenstein creation. He repeated their pattern right slightly to the right, giving the whole thing a different dimension. 

“You don’t have a name tag,” they realized. The waitress working the tables had one, gold and gleaming. 

“Don’t I?” He made a show of groping around his shirt with his free hand and to their surprise when he dropped his hand again, a gold name tag had materialized. The name had been picked at, obscured into illegibility. 

“That was fast,” they said appreciatively. “Can you do it again?” 

“Yeah?” He laughed. “Sure why not?” 

His hand went up and came back down, no name tag. With a flourish, he opened his palm to them, showing it off. 

“The pin has a little spring and catch. It’s easy to palm,” he explained. “I hate when people use my name like they know me because they took some 101 business class that said if you use someone’s name it makes them do more shit for you.” 

“That true?” 

“Not for me.”

“Excuse me!” Someone down the bar called. “I ordered a rum and coke ten minutes ago!” 

“Ugh,” the bartender pushed off the bar. “Back with your burger soon-ish.” 

The bartender kept coming back to Jim the rest of the night. For their part, Jim didn’t leave once they’d eaten their burger. They got a second drink and nursed it. Watching Lucius was fascinating, sort of like watching Eddy do her thing with new clients. He would smile and tease and flirt, collecting tips despite making everyone wait for him to do things in his own sweet time.  And eventually he’d be back in front of Jim, not asking how the food was or if they wanted something. Instead, he showed off, palming away a lemon, then pouting when Jim did the same with equal speed. 

“The name tag is different,” they explained. “I can do the lemon. Not the pin.” 

“Oh! I can show you that.” 

They did it twice and then had it down. By the end of the night, they were wearing the gold oval, they’d had three drinks and the bartender wiped down the bar after the other customers had left, stuck out his hand and said, 

“It’s Lucius.” 

“Don’t think I’ll use it to get what I want?” 

“Maybe. Let’s find out.” 

“Jim,” they took his hand and shook it once.  

“Come back soon, Jim,” he said and it wasn’t a customer service line. 

“You hurting for customers?” 

Lucius shrugged, eyes falling down to his work as he smoothed away fallen droplets of booze. He hadn’t touched the pile of sugar yet even though it had lost its pattern an hour or more ago. 

“I’m kind of...I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m younger, but I thought if I bartended, I might meet people. Haven’t really.” 

He’d spend most of the night talking to people. Jim had watched. He was good at it. They weren’t, generally speaking. But maybe being good at it was just as lonely as being bad at it, sometimes. 

Not that Jim was lonely. They were alone. It was different. 

“It’s on my way home,” they shrugged. “I’ll be by again some time.” 

They waited a week exactly. That seemed reasonable. When they walked in, they expected Lucius not to recognize them. Most people didn’t have Jim’s memory for faces, they’d found.  The same barstool was empty, so Jim headed to that. They’d order a drink, be forgotten, drink it and go home. Fine. 

Lucius came out of the back, holding a small tray. He sat down plates in front of a couple, giving them a wink as he recommended salting the fries. Then he turned and Jim felt the moment his eyes caught on theirs like it was the completion of a circuit. 

“Jim!” He beamed. 

“Hi,” the word got caught in their throat.   

He ignored three other people waving for his attention to come straight to them, “Listen, I had a total brain wave.” 

“About what?” they asked, pushing down whatever had risen in their neck to strangle them. 

“Bar side zen art, obviously,” he grinned, reached into his pocket and plopped down a sheet of gray thick paper. “It’s sensitive to water.” 

“So?”

“Watch,” he grabbed a glass, squirted water in it then set it next to the paper. He dipped his finger in and drew a squiggle over the paper. Where he touched it went dark, then a few seconds later seemed to evaporate, growing lighter until it wasn’t clear where the water had been at all. “See? You can do it over and over.” 

They copied the move, dipping their finger in then swirling it over the paper.  “Oh that’s...I like that.” 

“Thought you might,” he said, pleased. 

“Can I get a beer or what?” Someone barked. 

“Just a sec!” Lucius said brightly while rolling his eyes so only Jim could see. “You enjoy that. I’ll be back.” 

They did enjoy it. Usually in meetings, Jim would draw increasingly tiny concentric circles, it helped them listen. Eddy, who did elaborate doodles often with tiny stick figures performing amazing feats, approved. Izzy, who would find the circles on all manner of paperwork, did not.  Would he mind droplets of water more or less? If it was more, would it be in a funny way or in an annoying way?  

“Here, hope you haven’t changed your order cause I don’t have time to make something else,” Lucius passed by, leaving behind a whiskey sour. “Food tonight? I’d get the chicken fingers, they just went into the fryer.” 

“Sold.” 

He was gone again and it occurred to Jim that the piece of paper might have been sitting in his pocket for days. Moved from one pair of pants to the next in the hope that they’d come by. 

Slowly, they wrote his name on the paper and watched as it slowly vanished. Then again and again.    

The chicken fingers were good. Lucius propping his chin up on one hand and showing them how to make a cube with the dampened tip of his pinkie finger was better. 

/ 

Lucius couldn’t pinpoint how he knew something was wrong. He rarely could. The radar that had protected him from his mother’s moods and school bullies was finely calibrated, but inscrutable. 

“You good?” He asked them as soon as he had a moment’s breathing space. 

“Hm?” 

They were in their usual spot and he had already given them their drink. Most of the time it took them long minutes to sip it and today was no exception. It was sweating gently into the bar napkin. They were messing with one of the tiny 3D puzzles that he’d swiped from an insufferable asshole’s dorm room after a terrible hookup. 

(There was a  box under the bar marked ‘Yellow Napkins’ which no one ever looked in, but was full of things like the hydrophobic paper and bent paper clips. By now, Jim knew where it was and just helped themselves. Did they know it was just for the two of them? That he spent more time thinking about how to stock it then keeping orders in his head?) 

“Seem a little....” he let it drag out, not sure what word to put there, eventually settled on, “not yourself.” 

Jim slid one piece against another. “Long day.” 

“Yeah? Anything I can do to help?” 

He’d noticed early on that Jim wasn’t big on ordinary eye contact. Either they didn’t allow it at all or they caught his eyes and wouldn’t look away long past when most people would grow uncomfortable. Lucius liked it. He wondered what they were seeing when they did that. Today was a catch and hold day. He did them the courtesy of not looking away. Let them search for whatever it was as long as they liked. 

“If I brought someone else here, what would you do?”  they asked. 

“Give them whatever they ordered. A friend or a lover?” 

Their nose wrinkled up, and it was adorable. “Neither. My boss.” 

“Uh, you bring your boss around to your local drinking hole often?” 

“No,” they slid a piece around so it came together with a soft ‘click’. 

“You know I don’t own the place, bring whoever you want,” Lucius tapped the bar with a finger, trying to parse what they were getting at. 

“I don’t want this to be different,” Jim said after a pause. “I want things here to stay the same.” 

“I won’t treat you any different if your boss is a pain in the ass,” he frowned. 

“He might be,” they allowed. “Anyway. He probably wouldn’t come.” 

Lucius watched them slide another piece in, trying one angle then another before it sank into place. 

“Hey,” he ventured, “you want to come over to my crappy dorm room after closing?” 

Jim didn’t pause in their manipulation of the puzzle and yet he felt a change in their attention all at once. Like it had suddenly all fallen on him with fierce intensity. 

“Why?” 

“Because you’re my friend,” Lucius told them. His only friend at the moment though he kept that close. “My roommate is out of town and I scored some decent weed for once. We can get high and watch movies.” 

“Can we?” They ask, as if the whole idea was both entirely charming and utterly impossible. 

“Yeah,” he said lightly. “Who the fuck is going to stop us?” 

No one stopped them. Lucius even let Jim hang out as he closed down the bar and no one else noticed let alone said a word. Jim walked beside him, booths barely making a sound on the pavement as he led them back to the dorm. He took them around the back of the building where the smokers always had a door propped. 

“Smells like a locker room,” they observed without any apparent judgment as they stepped into the hall. 

“Yeah, it’s a hellhole, but at least it’s not my mother’s house,” he agreed. 

His room was tiny, barely large enough for the few bits of furniture shoved into it, but it wasn’t like Jim took up a lot of space. There wasn’t much of his personality in the room, just his bed with its utilitarian pieces, his desk littered with art supplies and textbooks. Unlike his roommate, he didn’t have a hundred posters, just a single print of a Maplthorpe photo, black and white photo of a punk shaping his mohawk from behind. Strong hands, strong arms on display. 

Jim studied the photo, then folded themselves down onto his bed, legs crossed. They hadn’t asked which side was his, just gone for it like it was obvious. It probably was. Lucius took down his math textbook and flipped it open. He sliced the inside front cover open a few inches to make a natural pocket for a dime bag and rolling papers. 

“Nice,” JIm gave him an approving nod. “What do you do about the smell?” 

“Well as you already observed, this place reeks already, so mostly just open a window and do the time honored move of also burning incense.” 

“That’s it?” 

“Sometimes the simplest solutions are the best.” 

It was only once he’d gotten the joint lit, took a hit and offered it to them that Jim admitted, 

“Never done this before.” 

“What, really?” he blinked. “But you’re like...grown or something.” 

“I’m only three years older than you,” Jim took it and studied it like it might turn into a bug. 

“Still. You just give off that all-knowing air. Just suck in, hold it for a second then blow out. It’s okay if you cough.” 

“Smoked cigarettes before.” 

“Then you’ve got the gist.” 

They took a long toke, held it and did indeed cough a little, but not nearly as much as he had the first time. There was no fairness in the world. Lucius held his fingers out and Jim settled the joint back between them. They didn’t talk as they passed it back and forth. Lucius had oncesmoked like this with a guy before a fuck and it had been like foreplay to touch his lips to the same place the guy’s lips had been. 

It wasn’t like that with Jim. Maybe it was the gradual high or maybe it was just who they were, but what Lucius felt when he sucked in smoke, mouth wrapped around the paper they were sharing was a mellow correctness. As if they had done this a hundred times before. 

“Want to watch something?” 

“Yeah...no,” Jim wavered. “Can you put on some music? I don’t care what.” 

“Sure,” Lucius didn’t have music he thought would actually be to Jim’s taste. Even if he had no idea what their taste was.  So he just threw on Mika because everyone should like Mika in his opinion. “What do you usually listen to?” 

“Why do you have so many colored pencils?” they asked. 

Lucius wavered, then caved to the misdirection. “Because I like having choices.” 

Stoned Jim wasn’t any more interested in giving away information about themselves, but they did flop back onto his bed, boots abandoned on the floor and let him sketch them. 

“Don’t you do nudes?” they asked, watching him under their lashes. 

“I’m versatile,” he moved quickly to catch their lines in case they shifted. 

“You didn’t ask.” 

Lucius paused, “You know I didn’t invite you back here for sex, right?” 

“I wasn’t sure.” 

“I mean, you’re hot and all. We can. You’d need to talk me through a few things. New equipment for me.” 

“You don’t fuck women.” 

“No.” 

“But you’d do me?” 

“If you actually wanted me too,” he started drawing again, needing the distraction. 

“Why?” 

“Jim,” he captured their jaw in a swift angle, “are you a woman?” 

“I’m not a man.” 

“So don’t be either.” 

They sucked in a breath, “Tell me the words for it. You have all the words.” 

Lucius gave them the words as he sketched. Jim repeated them one after the other.  They hung in the air around them, drifting in the smoke. Songs bled one into the other, almost entirely unheard. Eventually the sketch was as done as Lucius could make it with eyelids getting heavy. 

He yawned and crawled into the bed, the shitty plastic mattress undulating beneath them. 

“I can go,” Jim realized. “I should go.” 

“Stay,” he muttered. 

Everything about Jim said ‘Do Not Touch’, but they’d never said a word out loud about it. They were warm and unmoving, so Lucius threw an arm over their stomach and pressed his forehead against their shoulder. 

“You shouldn’t,” they warned him. 

“Why not?” 

“You don’t know me.” 

“I know enough.” 

He didn’t then. Not really, but Jim stayed anyway. They both fell asleep fully dressed, stuck together in the tiny bed in a sea of incense and contentment. 

***

“Give,” Jim demanded, holding out their hand. Lucius sulked, but handed over the knife he’d managed to lift from their pocket. “You’ll cut your fingers off.” 

“I’d just take your wallet, the knife was in the way,” Lucius groused. 

“You shouldn’t be able to do that. You fall over your own feet.”

“Feet are pretty far from fingers.” 

They were standing outside the bar, hidden in the back. Lucius was on his break and Jim had slipped back to join him. 

“Boss is helping me out with my ID,” they told him. 

“Nice of him,” Lucius lifted his eyebrows. “Can’t even get my boss to remember my name.” 

“Worked with him a while. We get each other.” 

“How long is a while?” 

Jim tilted their head against the brick, “Mm. Almost three years.” 

“Holy shit, you actually told me,” Lucuis gave a sarcastic little clap. “A fact! About Jim. I shall treasure this day always.” 

“Fuck off,” they elbowed him hard which he mostly skipped away from, but they felt like smiling. Lucius didn’t actually care if they didn’t tell him things. He loved guessing and even more loved being right with his guesses. 

“Second time you mentioned this boss guy. You must like him.” 

“He’s not likable.” 

“Just your kind of person.” 

“You're likable.” 

“I’m the exception to every rule,” Lucius mimed tossing his hair. “Truly extraordinary.” 

Jim didn’t dignify that with a response. Even if they did agree with it. 

Their birthday arrived with the ID and Jim made a decision about the whole thing at last. Izzy would come with them to meet Lucius. That could be their birthday present to themselves. They had no idea how it would go. If they could’ve asked Lucius without ruining it, they would’ve. He had a way of predicting people. 

It was to Jim’s intense pleasure that Izzy, after an initial hissing cat instinct, caved to Lucius’ brand of terrible customer service and tawdry flirations. Izzy was easy to rile to anger, but Jim hadn’t seen him this straight up flustered before. 

So maybe it was terribly surprising when a few Fridays later, he turned up at their elbow as they pulled on their coat and said, 

“Going to that shithole?” 

“Yep.”

He didn’t ask to come along. Just did and like a magic trick, Jim could make both of their favorite people appear in the same place at the same time. Between the two of them, they didn’t even have to talk much, Izzy and Lucius leveling biting comments at each other filled the air.  Jim could fiddle with a puzzle or draw their circles and just listen. Perfection. 

**** 

Lucius sat down heavily on the awful leather couch, his breath ragged in his ears. People had just died in front of him and then he’d been whisked away to this fucking terrible apartment with dire prediction of his own death raining down around him. 

“No no,” Jim said softly, coming to kneel before him. Their face was the same, their long ragged ended hair falling in the same drape. “Breathing, Lucius. It’s important.” 

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Who ARE you?” 

They stared up at him, eyes wide and their voice cracked, “I don’t know.” 

“What do you mean you don’t know?” 

“I don’t! I’m not anyone. I’m a blank,” now their breathing had gone ragged. That seemed....very dire and Lucius found himself evening out just to compensate. “Except there’s you.” 

“Me?” 

“I chose you,” their hands landed on his knees. “I don’t do that.” 

“Okay...fuck, okay,” he lay his hands right over theirs. And that was calming too. They were so steady there. “Am I going to die?”

“Only if I die first,” they said without any ferocity. Just a cold fact. 

Lucius wrapped that fact up and set it into himself. Like a bit of dirt in an oyster, he grew a pearl around it. 

*** 

It was almost their twenty-third birthday when they finally had the plan in place. They left work and kept it simple. Just headed out like it was a regular Wednesday night, except they went by their apartment building. Past the bar that no longer meant anything to them now that Lucius didn’t serve behind it. They were together almost every day from morning until evening and that was better anyway. 

Jim wound their way to shitty restaurant where the man that had once been part of the Siete Gallos ate dinner every week like clockwork. Primarily because he was having an affair with one of the waitstaff and would stumble into the alley after eating to get in a long (and highly unappealing) groping session. 

They waited in the alley. The waitress had her hand on the door when the host called her back. Jim exhaled with relief and hung up the burner. It had been an easy enough thing to call the front and play irate patron with a complaint. The host and the waitress would have to at least talk about it for a few minutes.  

The man was whistling when he came out for his fling. Jim didn’t give him time to notice that she wasn’t there. They had already known speed and accuracy when Eddy crossed their path. It was Izzy that had taught them what to do next. The easiest thing. To just walk away, careful to keep it off your clothes. 

They got to the lip of the alley, already thinking about disposing of the weapon. 

“Did you bring a change of clothes?” 

Their knife was at his throat, another man’s blood still wet on the metal. 

Lucius’ pupils were blown wide and there was the tang of fear around him. But he was also holding still. Trusting that they would pull the blade. 

“I have them by the dumpster a block away,” they did drop the blade and start walking. “Did you follow me?” 

“You were jumpy all day and wouldn’t tell me what was up, of course I followed you.” He walked beside them. 

“You saw.” 

“I saw,” he said gently. 

“That’s what I am.”

Lucius snorted, “Yeah, okay.” 

“It is,” they hissed, trying not to draw attention. 

“It’s something you are. Maybe an important part. But the word Jim can hold a lot for only three letters.” 

“What the fuck does that mean?” 

He reached out and took their hand. The one that was tacky with the spray of blood. He pressed them palm to palm.  

“You should have someone at your back when you do this. A look out. How many are there?” 

“Fifteen.” 

“How many were there?” 

“Sixteen.” 

“Then you’re just beginning,” Lucius’ hand carried theirs along, not quite swinging between them, but close. “And I’ll be there.” 

“You hate blood. The violence.” 

“There’s only so many times you can watch people punch each other and still get upset over it.” 

“You’re not allowed on jobs.” 

“I watch,” he said as if it was nothing. As if that didn’t mean he’d accessed machines he shouldn't have been able to, knew passwords that were kept secret. “I can’t help if I don’t know what’s happening.” 

“That’s a dangerous game.” 

“Iz wouldn’t touch me.” 

“Eddy.”

“Mm. Guess you’ll just have to watch my back too.” 

Jim could turn him over to Eddy right then. Call her up and tell her that Lucius was a busybody. Not to be trusted. Nothing awful would happen. He’d get turned loose. Izzy would have to cut ties which he would do without a second thought, then bleed internally about it for months without realizing what had happened. 

“This way,” they tugged him a little, venturing into their tucked away spot. He kept watch as they changed. When they bundled everything up, including the knife and disposed of it in a bag already full of rotting garbage, he helped them with the dumpster lid. 

“There has got to be a better way,” his nose wrinkled up with distaste.  “Maybe a getaway car next time.” 

“You don’t drive,” they pointed out. 

“Then you’ll teach me.” 

“But-” 

“I’m not saying I’ll like it or I’ll even be good at it, but I’ll learn enough to get a license. Don’t tell Izzy or he’ll think I’m honing in on his territory.” 

They go back to their apartment as planned that night, but not alone. Lucius shot off a text to Izzy, telling him the truth  ‘stayed out late with Jim, home in the morning’.  While Jim showered, Lucius made tea laced with rum and they both drank it as the shower’s leftover steam rolled through the studio. 

“What do you want?” Lucius asked them. “Ten years from now when they’re all dead?” 

Jim frowned, “What do you mean?” 

“Consider it a homework assignment.” 

They drank. The television played over them. And eventually, both of them crawled into Jim’s twin bed and fit themselves together for sleep. 

***** 

Lucius had planned for this day for ages. It had taken several semesters before he was confident enough to even try and then he had to wait.  Keeping secrets from Jim made him deeply uncomfortable, despite the relative ease he hid from everyone else. Hiding things from Izzy was just a part of life. The man didn’t need to know how deep in Lucius had thrust himself, he was uncomfortable enough with what he did know. 

Hiding from Eddy was a fascinating game. She was excellent at sniffing out deception and Lucius couldn’t test her too many times without becoming suspicious. So he danced a careful line, poking at perimeters without setting off alarms. 

But Jim...Jim was different. He was always honest with Jim. Jim had earned that from him and returned the favor. 

Still this seemed an okay secret. He hoped. 

He waited for a day when they were in a foul mood. It was rare, despite their constant low level irritation, they were rarely truly furious. When they were though, they would let loose in Spanish, half under their breath, lacing into all the monolingual assholes that had troubled them that day. 

In what was so perfect that he almost wished he’d arranged it, they decided to vent their spleen as they walked into the conference room that only Lucius was occupying. 

“Stupid assholes” they grumbled, “how fucking hard is to do what I told you to do? Like you know better than me, you dumb shits.”

Lucius raised his eyebrows and offered, “If you mean Dom and Bradley, they already packed up their things. Liked the touch of stabbing Bradley in the hand that tried to pinch my ass less week.” 

“Anything-”  Jim stopped, switched back to English. “What the fuck did you just say?” 

“Is my accent that bad?” He asked ruefully. 

“How long?” they demanded. 

“I’ve been trying to learn for a year or so. It’s not really my area, but I got an A on my final last week.” 

“Luc...” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he blurted. Was he flushing? He felt hot. “Really sorry, I just...I wanted to do it for you. For us.” 

“Why?” 

“So you can talk to me in whatever way is easier. Whenever.” 

They sat down heavily in their chair. The one that was always pulled up beside his. 

“And you know that no one else here speaks it.” 

“What’s wrong with a little extra layer of privacy?” 

Jim did the eye contact thing. Lucius looked back. Their Mona Lisa smile flickered to life. 

“Too clever for your own good. I like it. But if you hide something from me again...” 

“Never again,” he promised. “It sucked and I hated it the whole time. Want to go out and get very drunk?” 

“Yes. Thank you.” 

All night as they drank, Jim taught Lucius phrases that no classroom teacher would. He learned new verbs and some very descriptive adjectives between shots. As they stumbled back to Jim’s studio, he even learned a song, some half-remembered thing from Jim’s childhood. 

In the morning, they shared a single plate with the obscenely huge omelet Lucius had made with the sad remains of vegetables in Jim’s fridge. Their forks warred over the craggy territory.  

“In ten years,” Jim said as they stabbed a bit of tomato, “when they are all dead, I want enough money and power to make sure no one ever hurts what’s mine again.” 

“Done.” 

“You can’t promise that.” 

“Watch me.”

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it

[ihatebnha]

"power hungry bakugo hero elite who abuses his power" 👀👀👀👀

STOPPP i'm embarrassed i used the word "power" in a sentence TWICE!!! but...

(warning: mostly abt bakugo and less abt you, abuse of power, dub con but it's mostly intimidation)

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What was I was thinking was like... in a world where Deku doesn't get into UA, who is there to humble Bakugo? Who is there to redirect his anger, challenge him, forgive him?

In the ways that Deku (and only Deku) helps him come to terms with those parts of him, as well as the severe inferiority complex and perfectionism he harbors... what happens when that growth is taken away, and what kind of man are you left with?

Let's just say I don't think Bakugo gets any kinder. Or any more self aware. Or any less... arrogant. In fact, without a Deku, those part of him just grow and grow and grow until you're left with some kind of... tyrant.

He easily graduates at the top of his class and shoots up the hero charts. Opens his own agency quick, fills it with sidekicks even quicker. In the way that heroes do, he schmoozes with the commission, politicians, anyone who can make him rank higher, give him unquestionable status.

And in the meantime, he fights villains. And he fights villains. And he fights villains... competing with an equally callous Todoroki to eradicate any source of injustice... but also heavily enforce the status quo.

Obviously... he's successful. To the point where there's hardly any crime or quirk abuse left. But of course... then he just starts going for the low level fruit, the things that cops are meant to handle: people stealing to survive, vandals, minor infractions.

And when lawsuit after lawsuit rains down upon him... nothing ever ends up happening, because the government loves him so.

He wants more.

I think maybe... you're a paper pusher at the agency. Cute little secretary who draws up files or hands out medical supplies. You didn't really want to take the job, but now that the city is divided between heroes and everyone else... it is the safest place to be.

Bakugo, Dynamight, is the kind of boss who you see but never speak to. He's always busy in his own quarters, or out about on the strip doing... what he does. He passes by you occasionally, glances at you, and then carries on. Things are fine, work is fine.

Then your station is moved, your services are requested elsewhere. From a slightly lowly desk job to... working on the top floor?

(You stare at the email. It's titled "URGENT TRANSFER.")

Turns out, however... things aren't much different... just that your desk is now crammed into the tiny hallway to the side of Dynamight's office. One-way mirrored walls, his way.

I could waste more time talking about it. I won't.

Just that suddenly, instead of first aid and auto-correct, you're being asked to bring coffee to his office. Suddenly, your uniform requirements go from slacks and nice sneakers to short skirts and shiny shoes. Suddenly... you are being told to sit on his lap.

You could say no. You really could. He's a hero, and heroes, no matter how corrupt, are heroes; with enough self-assured goodness in them not to take from and violently abuse those they deem innocent.

Still, you can never bring yourself to utter the words, to turn away from the prowess behind each request, the glint in his eye, the warning.

("There's a lot of bad fuckers out there, you know," he says. His voice is raspy, and his eyes are dark. He sits, lounges, on his office chair like a lazy, jungle panther, his thighs spread, his head tilted back. "Be something good for me, will you, baby doll?")

And when he asks for you to kiss him, it's hard not to pretend that his mouth doesn't taste like blood.

#bakugo #this didnt end up being as dark as i had it in my mind #so i APOLOGIZE!!!!!!! #but #im also at work trying to do this in between things so its rough #i probably wouldve tried for more sm*t otherwise oop #so pretend its there #maybe ill try again with the concept #idk #but mean boss bakugo uggghghghgh #being the one good thing in his life even if it feels so bad #AJKSDFKADSF #ask #anon #bakugo thoughts #caitie post

[winter-tospring]

can't get money without compromising your health being around people, try to get money online sell your data, sell your identity, it's implied, you don't know, it's behind your back. Try to get money, fake your soul, smile for survival, smile for the people who don't give a shit about your health; try to get money, get rejected, get nowhere, get motivated, need to organize, money in the meantime? Sell your clothes or old books unwanted, risk youe health at the post office. Meanwhile no money, try to get money, wait for the next time you're allowed to attempt it, a low paid job that could keep your body safe, but when do the drawings get made? Not even when there's time, it all goes into stress, time isn't enough, try to get money, get mad at the system, get mad at the president, get mad at the billionaires. Meanwhile the earth is dying, they've killed it, they're killing it, and it's too hard to watch for people so they just keep trying to get the money, try to get distracted, get convinced wrinkles are the enemy, your nose is the enemy, your thighs is the enemy. Your clothes are made by slaves, what's the other option, try to get the money to try to help people on the opposite side of your world. Lie here and take care of yourself. A little bit of yoga, a little bit of dancing, a little bit of planting, and you believe in life again. You believe in love always cause it's right here in your hand, but across the ocean, so you try to get the money, get rejected again, do laundry as needed, clean the house as needed, clean yourself, be careful you don't get infected, need to relax from the stress of loneliness and the stress of being stressed and the stress of family and your grandma's sometimes nice but she doesn't know you're gay and what would it change if she did, would she take back all the stamps she sent for my best friend I want a house with? Trying to get the money while mad money exists. Trying to get the money mostly in my head, planning différent ways to stay safe while I attempt it, I'm alone and afraid, just want to hold her hand under the roof we'd both choose the paint for. Mad, sad, exhausted, just the thought of trying freezes me into my thoughts, racing all at once, I want to find a way, without breaking my self, without losing myself. Should I use the time to learn how to drive at last, there's time, you've got time, mom said, all this time, one month, at least you could do that, as though days are empty and I'm happy. I'm empty mostly and they're pretending to be happy. Am I even trying to get the money? I want tojust cause I need to, and every time the thought comes more urgent, falling into the plans again and a minute later remembers how that all feels like corruption, but what's the other way, even the other ways corrupt. Influencers and video makers and shitty text writers of 3lines on a blank square that's enough now to make it, attention spans diminished so it sells better than explorations into the souls and time my favorite writer writes about. can't begin to talk to about the unfair. online they've been making memes about abuse, and this time it's very deeply strange and weirdly unexpected and i don't understand how this started when years ago they were a'l canceling him. Anyway, my rage keeps me from becoming successful at anything, don't spend enough time lingering into mediocrity to become something. I'm privileged, I'm housed and fed and I've lived here my entire life, and yet there's guilt and yet I'm helping and yet I'm informing and yet I'm trying to keep them safe to even though she acts like the rules of two years ago still apply. Informed but enraged, that's the cost always. There's war, in more than one country. There's famine, there's storms, there's drought, there's the end that they'll say they'd warned us about so they did nothing to stop it. There's the future they want to force the unborn to have, there's the life they want to live now but won't protect now.

the religious obsessed with possessing the truth they invented and forcing the lies and forcing ignorance and forcing poverty and blindness until they're rich enough they think they're invincible until they're safe if there's no god to save them cause at least they'll have money the poor gave them. They think they predicted this when the earth was still healthy, they just wrecked it to prove a point. Maybe if we all faced it we could all fix it. Everything was caused by us, everything can be fixed.

#I could go on #T #Tumblr will not let me copy paste post text from my notes but it's okay if it comes from a texting app.. Okay.... #But I still can't edit the text or else it doesn't work.... #Where's the logic #That's quite literally #Spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #spilled writing #spilled everything #Here's my brain on a plate

[oh-yes-i-did-not]

Okay so the move went relatively well. I did end up having to take way too much ibuprofen so my knees would keep bending and working while going up and down the stairs way too many times so I developed in inflamed esophagus, one of the greatest joys of having GERD. All the anti-inflammatory painkillers are real bad for heartburn tendency, GERD, ulcers etc but also, sometimes the only thing that works. Luckily pantoprazol still works super well for me so it only knocked me down for two days. Which was actually super okay because my knees were also super wrecked and needed that time spent mostly in bed, doing nothing but reading. I read Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao and the entirety of Mars by Fuyumi Soryo.

I’ve been slowly unpacking the boxes and just did the last rented box from the moving company today, so yay~ I still have most of the cardboard boxes to unpack but those can wait, the I needed the ones on running tariff out of here asap.

I still only have a mobile internet since the new computer doesn’t have a wireless adapter and I don’t have an ethernet cable long enough to set up my router through the modem, which is solidly located on the wall, near the ceiling of the entrance. I am not about to put my computer desk next the front door, thank you very much. I’m probably just gonna get that wi-fi adapter anyways, since there really is no good setup for a long cable in this apartment. It will end up passing through some bad places, no matter what way, so I would prefer not to.

Without Internet the new computer is pretty much useless, since I still plan to downgrade it to Win10 so I haven’t installed anything except Firefox and Steam. So in the meantime, I’m on the ancient office laptop I borrowed from partner. It may choke if I have more than 2 video tabs open and more than 10 tabs in general, but it runs the new Glass Masquerade game that was just released (if nothing more than that) so I’m good for now.

It currently looks like this:

I have an air mattress since I need to buy a new bed and it’s trickier than you would expect when you move to a tiny town and you don’t have a car. It’s really comfy though, I was surprised! Also, I got the expensive armchair in the separation so it’s now my one true luxury :D It was going to be a nice console gaming chair but now it will be more properly used as a reading chair.

The kitchen/living room windows are really big and let in a lot of light so it’s a good crafting space. You can actually see a line on the entrance cabinets on the opposite wall, where the light has hit for years. The lower portion of the doors is more yellow, thanks to the sun.

I also have a third desk that I was going to set up in front of the window but... I think no. It’s an old Ikea Vika Blecket drawing table with light box window, and now has new Vika Artur legs. The original leg were also Vika Artur and my late cat destroyed them with pee while they were lying dismantled on the floor. That model still exist, tho the design has changed and they’re not exactly compatible with old Vika desks anymore so I can’t change the angle of desk anymore since the pegs that are supposed to support the desk do not match anymore, which sucks. That, along with the light box glass was one of the things that made this desk super good for it’s cheap price tag back then. Anyways, I think I’m just gonna keep the desk and the legs hanging around for when I need extra table space, like cutting large fabrics, but I’m not gonna keep it set up. It would make things just too cramped in here.

Anyways, I still have so many boxes to unpack and I still need to hang curtains to the living room, or should I say crafts room, and what even are carpets, but it’s going well.

#personal #moving #new place #new apartment #new life

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Idk if your requests are open but could I request a Hannibal x reader who has an emotionally/verbally abusive older sibling. If you're not comfortable or if it's too dark you can ignore this :)

Anon, I had an emotionally abusive older sister figure growing up. I would be fucking honored. I hope you like it!

(Gender neutral) y/n gets some unexpected advice from their new therapist after things got physical with their verbally abusive older sister. 

Trigger warnings: verbal and emotional abuse, reactive abuse, mention of suicide, implied use of r-slur

At first, you hated that you had to see a therapist. Just because you were the first one to throw a punch, you were designated the violent one. The unstable one. The one that needed to be straightened out. As if nearly two decades of your sister's completely unchecked psychological torment was supposed to just roll right off your back. But she'd been asking for it since the day she learned to speak, and you both knew it. You only regretted not hitting her harder.

Dr. Lecter's office was spacious, overwhelming and cold. Impeccably decorated, but not so much in the way of welcoming. You couldn't begin to picture yourself opening up to whatever kind of person kept their office as dark and frigid as a morgue.

"My sincerest apologies for making you wait, [F/N]." A low, accented voice greeted you from behind. The man hurriedly strode across the room and took his place behind the desk. "I'm Dr. Hannibal Lecter, it's nice to meet you in person."

Your gaze fell, mostly because the therapist was just as intimidating as the room. "Hi. I'm [F/N] [L/N]. But you already knew that."

"Perhaps we can begin by clarifying why it is you're here?" Dr. Lecter asked. His tone wasn't accusatory, but confused.

You put your hands on your knees and sighed. "I punched my sister in the throat."

"Did she deserve it?"

He probably expected this question to catch you off guard, but you had an answer.

"She did." You nodded.

"Oh?" Dr. Lecter raised an eyebrow. With a look, he urged you to elaborate.

"I had just gotten these new shoes." You began. "These really nice cuffed ankle boots that I've been eyeing for, like, months. And I was wearing them around the house, y'know, to break them in. Well, apparently, she didn't like the sound they made on the hardwood, so she said 'Jesus [F/N], since you clearly crave attention so much, why don't you go kill yourself?'"

"And she said this..." Dr. Lecter narrowed his eyes. "Because your shoes were making noise against the floor?"

"So I was about to say 'sorry' when I realized that I didn't do anything." You continued. "So I just went about my business. When I didn't apologize, she got up into my face and started telling me what a waste of space I was. Then I just decked her."

Dr. Lecter's mouth turned up into a slight grin. He crossed the room and took a knee beside you. "Make a fist for me."

You balled your hand up into a fist, tucking your thumb under your fingers.

"Oh, no. That won't do at all. You're going to dislocate your thumb that way." Dr. Lecter clicked his tongue. "Come now, dear. Give me your hand."

He took your hand and gently guided it into a proper fist, with your thumb awkwardly resting over your fingers.

"There we are." He whispered. "Next time, try that. And if she hits back, don't be afraid to use your nails or teeth."

"Thanks, but," You laughed awkwardly. "I'm pretty sure my mom sent me here so there wouldn't be a next time?"

"Your mother is dreadfully naïve if she thinks there won't be." Dr. Lecter took a seat in the chair across from yours. "She clearly sees no problem that her oldest child is encouraging her sibling to commit suicide."

You leaned back in your chair. "But what about 'violence is never the answer'?"

"I try not to limit my practice with meaningless platitudes." He smiled. "You've heard 'sticks and stones may break my bones'..."

"But chains and whips excite me." You finished, not stopping for a moment to consider if your 50-year-old ambiguously European therapist would understand a reference to Rihanna.

He paused for a moment, then laughed. It was strange to see this six foot tall, terrifying man laugh, but it happened. You did that. "That's not the way I've heard it go."

"I feel so dumb." You threw your head back. "It's a song."

"I have to say, I like that version better." Dr. Lecter said. "The reality is, my dear [F/N], you are only a perpetrator as long as your sister is. What you're engaged in is known as 'reactive abuse'. While it can be dangerous in its own right, it often manifests as a form of self-defense."

"That..." Your voice trailed off. "Actually makes me feel a little better."

"Don't let anyone tell you what you did was unjustified." Dr. Lecter instructed. "And, more importantly, don't tell yourself it was unjustified."

"Thanks." You said, weakly.

“And in the meantime,” Dr. Lecter continued. “You need to make sure when you hit her, you don’t break your fingers in the process. Do you understand?” 

“Loud and clear.” You nodded. 

“I feel that’s probably enough time spent on your worthless sister, don’t you?” He settled into his seat. “Tell me about yourself.” 

He broke you open like like an egg. Soon enough, the hour was over and you didn’t even feel it pass. But you were refreshed and ready to take on the world with a new understanding of your station in life. That was, until you saw your sister waiting for you in the lobby. 

“Hey fuckface, mom sent me to pick you up from suicidal freak daycare.” She said, slouching in her seat with her legs crossed. 

You took in a breath, falling back on your old, horrifically ineffective coping skills. 

“This is a private exit for my patients, Miss [L/N].” Dr. Lecter scolded, putting a protective hand on your shoulder. “And I would appreciate it if you did not use that language in my office.” 

The sudden presence of an actual adult snapped her into shape. She sat up and uncrossed her legs. “Of course. Sorry, sir.” 

“Now apologize.” Dr. Lecter demanded. 

She said nothing. 

“Miss [L/N], I find it terribly offensive that you felt entitled to insult both my practice and my patient.” He broke the silence. “You would do well to apologize.” 

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” She muttered. “Can I please just take them home?” 

You felt yourself tense up. Dr. Lecter squeezed your shoulder comfortingly and leaned in to your ear. “Remember what I taught you, [L/N].”

You took a few steps forward, Dr. Lecter watching from the threshold. 

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” Your sister scoffed. “I don’t have all day, you little reta-” 

You heard the collision before you felt it. You launched your fist straight into her jaw before she could finish that word. A dreadful crunch filled the air. 

You pulled your hand back, a rush of endorphins flooding your mind. Your knuckles felt a little sore, but the pain faded quickly. Your sister’s pain, however, would last quite a while. 

You looked back at Dr. Lecter and shook out your hand. “You were right. That is better.” 

#hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hannibal x you #anon ask #anon request #tw suidice #tw r slur #tw emotional abuse #tw verbal assault

[sasutiddy]

Ok more hokage's househusband Sasuke because i have brainrot and this AU has become a lot more than expected

Sasuke and Naruto elope right after the war, half because they just realized that they are crazy in love and half because Naruto really doesn't want Sasuke to go to jail, and mayhaps being the husband of a war hero will cut him some slack

So Yeah, they are the first of their generation getting married but they do so with only a few people present (team taka, team 7, and Iruka) right after Sakura estabilizes them, so IMAGINE everyones surprise when they come back attached by the hip and being lovey dovey

Tsunade sees that shit and goes binge drinking immediately because if she, at any moment, was doubting passing the hat to Kakashi, now she was sure SURE

They go back to Konoha alright, but the second Sasuke steps inside village territory he is forbidden from getting out until he "proves himself" to the elders, he hears that shit and immediately decides that he is going to be a bitch about this

After some fighting he gets the Uchiha compound land back with Kakashi's help and starts renovating babyy, and out of pettiness he doesn't let anyone else live in there outside of him and Naruto, the whole thing is mostly a fully planned giant forest/garden around a big house, also he puts a big ass wall around the whole thing, the elders are, of course, furious

After some months in, Sasuke kinda settles in his new Konoha life, since he already kinda decided that he'll just wait to get permission to go out of the village from Naruto when he ends up being Hokage, he decides that in the meantime he might as well learn a thing or two about caring for their house and pets and things like that (also, how to take care of the growing collection of house plants that Naruto is buying)

And with that, Sasuke starts....taking care of the house when Naruto is away, a thing that happens a bit more often when Naruto starts his Hokage training; (it's kinda earlier than expected, but Kakashi really knows that with Naruto, he'll have to pass down so much because that boy has so many gaps in knowledge) so, Sasuke learns how to cook well, specially the recipes from his mom's cookbook, learns how hard it is to clean a house, (he regrets building it so big in his lazier days) and overall learns how nice and fulfilled he actually feels while caring for his new home with the man he loves

Naruto and Sasuke quickly become pet fanatics; Sasuke starts the whole thing with falcons, but then after that he just gets a bird obssession, at one point he buys chickens, he raises chickens and he's very happy with that, Naruto, on the other hand, gets kinda crazy when he realizes he can have frogs, and fish and things like that!!! The pounds around the forest are full of frogs and pretty koi fish

Once Naruto becomes Hokage Sasuke gets his "can get out of Konoha" free card, but he mostly doesn't use it: like yeah, he goes out to see team Taka for a bit and see if he can bring them back with him (they didn't go after the war because they were kinda afraid of being locked up) and when he does finally convince them they kinda take a few weeks to just hang out and chill together, after that he takes some vacations and sometimes accompanies Naruto when he goes to other villages, but he does not go on missions and a fuckton of people are very mad at him for it

When they get kids (and they get kids of course) Sasuke is, of course, the stay at home parent, and he is an INVOLVED one at that, he is there and present at EVERYTHING, and even if both him and Naruto discovered that Naruto can be a bit of a workaholic, he gets his husband in line to be just as present in their kids lifes (he sometimes has to remind himself with how little affection Naruto can run with, and how he seems to think it's the same for everybody else, it takes a while, but they kinda fix it little by little)

Once the kids are at the academy Sasuke and Shino start a very...weird friendship, they always look like they are plotting murder when they are just talking abt which bugs would work the best in pollinating Sasuke's new flower garden or whatever

The few times a year Sasuke and Shikamaru have to see eachother are everyone's else's hell, the entire village always seems to forget how much those two like to inconvenience and bother eachother when they are in proximity, Naruto and Temari say it's because of how long they spend apart: Suna and Konoha are far away and being ambassador and literal desert princess is enough for Shikamaru and Temari to not come to visit that often, and time makes people forget how bad Sasuke and Shikamaru can get

Chunnin exams with Sasuke screaming at the top of his lungs for his kid to obliterate everyone, Naruto almost does the same but is stopped by Sakura every time before he starts a war or something

Sasuke drives people in the Hokage tower CRAZY at least twice a week, he brings Naruto lunch and they always end up making out in the office or smt like that, more than one person has entered the place just to find them in compromising situations, Sakura constantly reminds them that the place is full of windows and it's easy as shit to see them

They are disgustingly in love, and happy, and everyday Naruto gets home and says "I'm home!" and Sasuke responds "Welcome home" with a soft smile on his lips and they have a quick kiss before Naruto goes to talk with the kids, and after that, when Sasuke is all done with his chores and things like that, they'll sit in the front porch side by side, holding hands, and watch the kids run around and play or train around the forest, Naruto will talk abt his day and ask Sasuke about his, and they'll be the most fulfilled they've ever been in their entire lives

#The Hokage's househusband AU #sns #Sasunaru #sasunarusasu #narusasu #narusasunaru #long post #Naruto gaiden AU #Naruto #Sasuke #Uzumaki Naruto #Uchiha Sasuke #this kinda sappy damn #they deserve it tho

[aleksa-sims]

My RL gameplay (18+)

CW addiction, pain, shots/injections

I was with Philip at the doctor because of his terrible headache that drove him crazy in the last 3 weeks. As soon as we got there, we had to fill out a questionnaire first.  You know, these typical questions  & he had to answer some questions about his pain. How do they feel, when do they occur and so on.... Since Philip wasn’t really able to fill something out because he was so high from my pills, I did all this for him. Yeah, and when we were done, a MRI was done of his head, and he was taken blood, & some other things were examined.

All these tests now had to be evaluated by a neurologist and in the meantime Philip & I had to wait a bit. Luckily, I slowly became sober! At least one of us, should be able to have a normal conversation with the doctor. After a while, we were called into the neurologist’s office. This doctor was actually nice and he even listened to my headache history, because I had to tell him, that I gave Philip my pills. 🤦‍♀️

Doc: Ok...so you gave him your pills because his pain was so severe and unbearable. And you had exactly the same kind of pain two years ago? 🤔

Me: I know this sounds weird, but it was exactly the same! One-sided headache. The pain attack always came in relapses, mostly all 3-4 hours and one attack lasted for about 60 minutes. The pain started relatively strong, this usually lasted 10-15 minutes. But after 15 minutes, this pain increased again, so that it was no longer bearable and this phase lasted for 20-25 minutes, until it slowly stopped again and after exactly 1 hour, everything was over. As if nothing had happened.

Doc: During these 20 minutes of your peak pain, didn’t painkillers help you either?

Me: No painkillers helped! I took up to 8 pills a day just out of despair. I felt my heart pounding strangely because I couldn’t stand it anymore. I simply squeezed my head tightly with both hands and started counting to distract myself. It looked totally crazy. 🤪👈 And one day, I fainted. My parents drove me to a emergency room. But they couldn’t find anything. I then received infusions. A very strong pain relief. Something like.... codeine, but Idk what this drug is anymore?

Doc: Ok, thank you for telling me frankly what you went through, because I actually couldn’t find anything with your friend. From a neurological point of view, he’s healthy! In fact, he may be experiencing something similar to what you did back then. Do you have these pills that you gave him? I’d like to take a look at them.

Me: Uhm....yeah! But....ugh! 🤦‍♀️ I know this was wrong! I’m afraid he’ll get addicted, but he really couldn’t take it anymore and he won’t sleep! As soon as he does, this pain attack comes. That night, he almost collapsed from exhaustion. And nothing helped him except for those damn pills.

Doc: But these pills are drug substitutes.🤨... What you two did, is pill/drug abuse and very dangerous. I understand his condition scared you, but you should have taken him to a doctor first! And I’m not gonna give him those drugs!

Me: And what should we do when his pain comes back? I just can’t anymore and he anyway! 😩 We are already totally at the end!!

Doc ( to P.): I’ve been watching you for quite a while! 🤔  You’re always touching your neck. Do you have any pain in your neck?

Philip: Yeah. But.... not really! 😕 🤷‍♂️

Doc: In the questionnaire you filled out, that you do sports 2-3 times a week, right? What exactly and for how long?

Philip: Um...well. I played soccer for 13 years and after that, I continued but no more daily as in the past. And I go to the gym. 🤷‍♂️

Doc: Hm... I noticed that your neck is very tense but lack of exercise doesn’t seem to be the problem here. Have you been under a lot of stress lately?

Philip: Yeah, a lot of stress! But also in university something happened which kept me very busy.

Me: He hasn’t been feeling well in the last few months! He blamed himself for something and felt responsible for it. 😔

Doc: I think you’re suffering from tension-head pain. Your lack of sleep and the stress you had, all this led to a tense neck. The pain from your neck radiates up to your head. ...Blood is pumped into our brains, as you know. But when everything is tense up here and the nerve strands are also affected, a hellish pain occurs. Unfortunately, painkillers alone are not sufficient! I’m going to numb your pain right where you feel it most, not with a pill, but with injections. This will not help overnight either. 😕 We will have to see each other daily in the next few days and I will also prescribe you a medication that relaxes muscles & nerves. This will make you totally tired!! So, you get a targeted pain treatment with the shots from me, and in the evening take this muscle & nerve relaxant. This is a very strong drug!... And now, I’m going to give you about five to six shots. I’m going to start at the top of your head and work my way down to your neck. Unfortunately this is going to be a bit painful, but I am very careful. If you need a break, just let me know, but you’ll see, this is quick.

Me: Injections? In his head? 😱 🤢... Is there no other way? 😧 😟 

Doc: Don’t worry! And believe me, it’s not as bad as his headache attacks!

Philip: Nothing’s worse than that fucking headache! So yes pls, inject my brain with this drug!

Me: Can I stay with him? 😟 

Doc: If you promise me that you will not interrupt me, then yes! But as I said, if he needs a break, he should just say it. 

I will get exactly the same treatment 2 years later, because my headache came back after my son was born. Under the cut, Philip & I discuss what we’re going to do now? 'Cause my mom’s waiting for us. 😬 😔

Philip: If this pain doesn’t stop soon, I’m really going crazy. We only got 3 pills over and no prescription. I will try to endure this pain without the pills, but honestly, I don’t believe in it. 🤦‍♂️🙁

Me: But you got these injections now. I hope this helps! 😟

Philip: You heard what he said! It’ll take a while to get better, so the 3 pills will have to be enough until I’m painless. I could cut it in half, so I’d have six more days.

Me: He also said if you don’t stop taking my pills, you’re gonna get addicted.😨

Philip: I don’t get addicted that fast! I just don’t want any more pain! I have to leave in 5 weeks A.! How am I supposed to do this alone when I’m so sick. And you? You have to stop! Not me! How are you going to do this without me? 🤷‍♂️

Me: Stop worrying about me! You’re sick! And if you’re not feeling better, I’ll go with you abroad until you’re well.

Philip: Is that why you started taking drugs again? Because I told you, that I had to leave? Like Nico?..... But I’m not leaving you for ever! 🙁

Me: I just wanted our last days together to be...nice! Without fear and pain or .....just all this shit that happened. I kind of gave up?😢 But I’ve seen what this shit is doing to us. To YOU!!! And that’s why I’m gonna stop! To save you!!

Philip: But this wasn’t your fault! I wanted your pills!!! Otherwise I would be in a loony bin! Maybe I should stay with you? I mean, I can continue my semester here at home.🤔

Me: Never! You certainly won’t miss this chance because of me! I just want you to be happy and get what you deserve! But, we’ll talk later. ...What do we do now? Do we go back to my place?

Philip: Your mom is waiting! But first we’ll go to my place so I can change and then I’ll stay at your place with you. I’m sure she won’t let us go alone in my apartment. 🤨

Me: I don’t care! We explain everything to her and she has to accept it.🤷‍♀️  I don’t want to spend our last few days locked up at home!! 😠

Philip: This will cause trouble! 😬  Especially if she constantly compares me to Nico! 🤨 But I won’t leave you alone!

Yes, P.  told me two weeks ago, that he also has to go abroad. And that thing with my pills and Philip’s headache, it’s not over yet. 😢 Even with my mom it will be very stressful. My dad is still not back home. He won’t be home until tomorrow.

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[jihyuncompass]

Link to the Other Boys

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Giving: Acts of Service 

Artem glanced up at you sitting across the table. You’d invited him over on a day off to work on some of the NXX cases you’d been trying to work on together. However, looking at you in front of him, he seemed concerned. 

“Is there something bothering you?” Artem asked. You looked up from the file in your hand, Artem must have noticed the way you were fidgeting with your pen, or how your jaw was clenched. Sighing softly you put the file down on the table. 

“I’m alright.” You said, leaning back in your chair. “I guess I’m just a little tired.” Artem set his pen down and looked over at you. 

“Are you sleeping enough?” You shrugged. 

“With all these cases I’m working on there hasn’t been much time to sleep. I get what I can.” You told him, however based on the way he was eyeing you it didn’t seem that your explanation really did much. “I’m fine. Really.” Lifting up your files again you resumed your note taking, avoiding Artem’s piercing gaze as you did so. 

His gaze didn’t leave you, even after several long moments. Biting your tongue you avoided meeting his eyes. “How about we take a break.” Artem said, while he carefully took the file from your hands. You attempted to reach back for the file, but Artem kept it from your grasp. “I think we could both use a break.” 

Biting your tongue you leaned back against your chair, clearly Artem wasn’t going to relent, and maybe he had a point. You stretched your arms above your head. “Fine. I guess you’re right.” 

“I think I’m starting to get hungry.” Artem said, standing from his chair. “Would you like something to eat?” 

“I could go for something to eat.” You shrugged, your words interrupted by a long yawn. Covering your mouth as you did. Artem watched you, taking in your face. 

“I’ll get us something. In the meantime you should go and rest.” Artem said. 

“Are you sure? I could get food for us.” 

Artem shook his head. “I’ll take care of it. But what you need is some sleep, go get some rest and I’ll wake you up when food is ready.” 

Briefly you considered arguing with him, you didn’t want him to think you were taking care of yourself, or that you needed him to take care of you, but the way he was looking at you, and the way you could feel your body start to grow heavier, you didn’t decide it would be worth arguing about it with him. 

You trudged up to your bedroom, staying quiet to listen for Artem as you crawled under your covers. He seemed fairly quiet except for the occasional sound of him walking around or shuffling the files on the table. However after a while you gave up trying to figure out exactly what he was doing, as your eyes fell closed and you drifted off not too long afterwards. 

The warm smell of food cooking woke you up. Feeling around for your phone you noticed you’d been asleep for almost two hours by this point, much longer than you’d originally thought. Sitting up in bed you shook your head to shake the rest of the sleepiness. How could have you been asleep for so long? Didn’t Artem say he’d wake you up when he had the food? 

Sitting there the smells coming from downstairs got stronger. It smelled like something was in the oven, or something was being cooked on the stove. You’d expect that Artem would have ordered take out, or would go to pick up something.

Dragging yourself from your bed you checked yourself in your bedroom mirror. You looked a bit disheveled from your nap but still looked at least somewhat put together still. Soothing out your clothes you made sure you looked presentable before going back downstairs. 

Artem stood in front of the stove attending to whatever was being cooked. Looking around your kitchen you could tell he must have been preparing a full meal.

“You’re cooking?” You asked him. Artem looked over his shoulder at you, taking a step to the side to see you better, but also allowing you a good look at the stove. A large pot boiled with what looked like some kind of soup. A skillet was sizzling on the burner next to the pot, and the oven on with what looked to be some kind of bread baking. 

“I said I was going to make some food for us.” Artem said, returning his attention to the bubbling pot. 

“I guess I thought you meant you were going to go and get us takeout or something. I hadn’t expected all of this.” You motioned to the stove. “Where’d you get the ingredients too, I know for a fact there’s practically nothing in my cupboards.”

“You don’t have much that’s true, but I left briefly and picked up a few things at the grocery store down the road.” He stirred the soup and checked the sizzling meat on the skillet. “It’s almost done, I also got some bread to go with it that’s still baking.” Your mouth watered at the sights. 

“You really didn’t have to do all this. This is way too kind.” You said but Artem shook his head in reply. 

“I prefer to cook my meals myself, it’s healthier than going out for takeout.” He said. “I also made sure to prepare extra, so you can have this soup for the next few days too.” 

Struck silent you just watched him for a minute, trying to wrap your mind around everything he’d just done for you. Noticing your silence Artem raised his brow at you. “Are you upset? I promise I didn’t mean to invade your kitchen-” You shook your head to cut him off. 

“It’s not that I’m just.” You started, sighing contently. “You’re just very sweet Artem.” Artem didn’t speak, his face beginning to turn shades of red. 

“I’m just worried you don’t eat enough, I see what you eat at work. I know you’re busy and don’t like cooking.” He said. You approached the stove, looking at everything he’d been working on while you slept. While he’d told you to rest and care for yourself. 

Artem watched you, his eyes clearly on you as he examined your face and expressions. “This is almost done then we can eat.” He said, clearing his throat. You nodded and set the files on the table aside. You stole a few glances at Artem and the redness crawling up his face. 

“If you’d like.” Artem said, breaking the short silence. “I’d be willing to cook for you more often.” 

Grinning at him, you nodded. “I’d love that.” 

So would he. 

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Receiving: Quality Time 

Artem tapped his fingers on his desk. He’d been at this case now for the last few hours, normally these types of cases were quick to make notes of, and even quicker to create arguments based on the evidence, but this one had taken up more time than he would have liked. 

The knock on his office door pulled him out of his mind, grabbing his attention. “Come in.” He said, glancing at this computer he didn’t have any meetings scheduled for right now. So it must be someone from the office. 

You entered his office after he’d called out to you. Waving hello to him as you crossed over the threshold. “I know you’re busy but I had a bit of a question for you.” Artem leaned back in his chair. 

“What’s your question?” 

“Well it’s not about work.” You clarified. Artem’s brow was raised, but he motioned for you to continue. “When I was on my way to work I saw a flyer for a film festival that’s happening in town this weekend. And I know you like movies and reviewing them so I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go together this weekend?” 

“You would want to go to a film festival with me?” 

You nodded. “I would! I don’t know a whole lot about movies but I know you like them! I thought it might be fun to spend some time together.” 

Artem sat quietly for a short moment before he spoke again. “I would like to go with you.” Artem said, lips pulling into a small smile. “I could pick you up on Saturday if you’d like?” You’d nodded happily, and told him you were looking forward to it. To which Artem agreed, as he tried to hide just how excited he was.

As agreed, Artem picked you up from your apartment that weekend. He was wearing a sweater and trousers, not something you were used to seeing Artem wear.  

“It’s nice to see you dressed more casually.” You said. “I feel like I hardly see you outside of work or NXX. It’s nice to see you like this.” 

Artem attempted to hide how the complement made his face flush red the smallest amount. “It’s nice to see you too. Are you ready?” 

“Yep! I’m ready to watch some films.” You said, settling into the car seat. “Although I’m no movie buff like you are.” 

“That’s fine.” Artem said. “You can enjoy the films without needing to know much about the film.” You smiled at him. 

“I wouldn’t mind you teaching me some things about them either.” 

Artem smiled, just enough to let you see. “And I’ll happily do that.” 

You followed Artem’s lead, letting him look through the lists of films being shown that day. On the drive he’d mentioned reading up on a few of the movies being shown, but that he also had wanted to go in mostly blind. 

“So, what do you think looks good?” You asked, glancing over his shoulder. 

Artem adjusted his hand so you could read the list better, pointing to a few showings. “These films look like they have some promise to them. And this one has a question and answers session with the director after. I think you might like this one.” 

“I’m interested!” You said. “I trust your judgement.” 

“You don’t have to agree just because I mentioned it, you can also suggest what you would like.” Artem said. 

Shaking your head you smiled at him. “But I do trust you! Besides, I mostly wanted to come here to get to spend some time with you.” You explained. “I don’t like films that much, but you do and I wanted to do something you like with you.” 

Artem searched your expression for honesty. Finding your words the complete truth. In his chest his heart started to race. Clearing his throat he tried to get himself back under control, still despite his efforts you saw how his face got hotter. 

“Well.” Artem said once he could form words. “I’m glad you wanted to spend this time with me.” He looked at you sincerely, admiring the way you looked at him. “Let’s see this one film first. Then afterwards, I think there’s a film you’ll really enjoy.” He smiled at you, you nodded. Following his lead while Artem did his best to avoid letting it show just how flustered he appeared. 

Despite his attempts you knew him better than that, easily able to see through the way he tried to hide his expression. You smiled, the smallest bit proud of the way you could make him happy like this. 

Another person would have assumed that Artem was a complicated man, professional and thoughtful. Yet, it brought you joy just to see how the most simple of things could bring him joy like this. Walking in step with Artem you followed his excited eyes towards the first screening. 

“Artem?”

“Yes?” He asked, turning his gaze at you. 

“We should spend time together more often.” 

He smiled, that warm and beautiful smile you’d give the world to have. “Yes. Let’s.”

#tears of themis #artem wing #zuo ran #artem wing x reader #tot #mihoyo

[heauxplesslydevoted]

Then & Now (Ethan x MC)

Summary: A particularly difficult case forces Ethan to confront a blast from his past

A/N: This popped into my head and I had too much fun writing it. I will loosely incorporate some of the themes from book 3 and make them better, but this is mostly an AU.

A/N 2: Yes I’m writing another multipart fic while actively ignoring my others. The muses spoke and I had no choice in the matter. Enjoy!

~v~

“Would you like some more coffee, Dr. Ramsey?”

Whatever line he was reading in his textbook blurs as does his vision. Ethan looks up at the face of the newest member of the team, a young resident, Isabelle. He takes the cup, not missing the way her eyes light up as he does so. What is it with residents and their incessant need to kiss-ass and be people pleasers?

“Thank you, Dr. Proctor.”

“Of course! I figured we’d need all the caffeine we could get our hands on with this case.”

Ethan doesn’t respond with words, only offering the young woman a hum in acknowledgement. Instead his eyes land on his coworker, Harper Emery. “Harper, has your team been able to come up with anything new?”

“Nothing,” Harper replies with a resigned sigh.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“I’ve run as many tests, MRIs and CT scans as I could, and none of them came back with anything conclusive. We’re officially back to square one.”

Ethan hasn’t been this stumped in years. A week ago, a patient came to Edenbrook after waking up without being able to feel anything from the waist down. A young, relatively healthy 25 year old with no extraordinary medical history, no recent reports of any TBI, nothing. He assumed with Harper–one of the nation’s greatest neurosurgeons–on the case, that this would be a simple fix.

As painful as it is to admit, he’s wrong.

They’ve gotten nowhere with the case, they’ve made no progress, and to make matters worse, he has Leland Bloom and the board breathing down his neck because it’s been years since the team has spent more than a week on a case, so a week with no news reflects poorly on them—on him, as the team’s leader specifically.

The last member of the team, Tobias, clears his throat. “Did he ever mention getting into a fight? Maybe he took a hit to the head, and just doesn’t want to admit it?”

“Maybe, but like I said, none of the CT scans or MRIs showed me anything out of the norm,” Harper says. “I can always ask him again.”

“That’d be ideal–”

Ethan’s sentence is cut off as the door to their office is thrown open, and in walks Leland. “Hello, team!”

The most senior members of the team stay silent, but Isabelle gives a slight wave. “Hello, Mr. Bloom.”

“Dr. Proctor,” Leland greets in turn. “Nice to know at least one of you has manners.”

Ethan checks the time on his watch. “What are you doing here, Bloom?”

“Last time I checked, I owned this entire building and I didn’t need to ask your permission to be here.”

“We’re nearing midnight,” Ethan adds. “What are you still doing here, and not at home? I’m sure Mrs. Bloom would enjoy seeing you.”

Leland ignores the mention of his wife Caroline, pretending like she wasn’t mentioned at all. “I just stopped by your patient’s room to see how he was doing. And then I decided to drop by to check in with you guys. Are there any updates on the Miller case?”

“I’m not discussing patient information with you,” Ethan says.

“Well, I am your boss.”

“And until you go to medical school, graduate, become a doctor at this hospital, and join in on this case, I don’t have to tell you anything. You may own this hospital, but I do not have to discuss my patients with you.”

“Okay, so you guys have no new information,” Leland concludes.

Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance, this conversation giving him a headache even though it just started. “We were actually in the middle of a brainstorming session before we were interrupted, so if we could have some privacy again, that would be much appreciated.”

Ethan’s tone causes Leland to drop the veneer of kindness, the smile dropping from his face only for a second before he catches it. He looks away and sniffs haughtily. “Fine. I’ll check in with the patient tomorrow for a status update, since it’s clear I won’t be getting it from my employees. Thankfully, his father and I go way back.”

“I can’t stop the patient from divulging his own information.”

Leland glances around the room one more time, his gaze lingering on Ethan a bit longer than it does on the other occupants. “Goodnight, doctors.”

Once Leland leaves, Harper turns towards Ethan. “You act like it would literally kill you to be nice to him.”

“Be nice for what? Bloom thinks we owe him undying loyalty and infinite ass kissing because he bought the hospital. He’s pulled a lot of nonsense since moving into this position, but he’s not worth breaking any laws over. My patients deserve their privacy.”

“And I agree, but the extra hostility isn’t needed. The last thing we need is World War 3 with you and Bloom tearing down the hospital. Just be nice.”

“Okay, are we getting back to work or calling it a night?”

The rest of the team glances around each other. Pulling an all-nighter with Ethan while he’s in a foul mood sounds like a nightmare.

“We’re calling it a night.”

~v~

Ethan ends up falling asleep in the office, finally dozing off around 5 o'clock in the morning, surrounded by a mountain of books and the harsh light of his computer screen. The sleep is short lived though as the sound of his pager wakes him up.

He jumps up with a start, and checks the time on his watch before checking his pager. He only managed to get two hours of sleep, but he can’t dwell on that. The page is a 911 alert to his patient’s room.

“Shit!”

He takes off to the 4th floor where his patient is housed, thankful that the early morning hour means the hospital is not yet flooded with people.

Isabelle, Harper, and a nurse are already in the room when Ethan finally makes it. “What’s going on?”

“He had a seizure,” Harper explains.

“How long did it last?”

“Around 50 seconds. We administered lorazepam into his IV.”

“Could this be a new symptom?” Valencia asks. “Or something else entirely?”

Harper shrugs. “I don’t know, but I’m going to take him down to radiology for another CT scan. Hopefully this next one can actually yield some results.”

Ethan nods. “That sounds like a plan. In the meantime, Dr. Proctor, add seizures onto the list of symptoms to broaden our search criteria. Maybe that’ll help.”

“Gotcha.”

“We’ll reconvene when Tobias comes in and once we get the new CT scans back.”

There’s a knock at the door and Ethan bristles when Leland’s loud voice calls out to him. “Dr. Ramsey, can I speak to you out in the hallway?”

“With all due respect, I’d rather not.”

“It wasn’t a request, doctor. Hallway, now.”

Ethan shoots Harper a look, and she gives him a quick sympathy smile before he and Leland step out into the hallway.

They move a few feet away from the patient’s door, out of earshot before Leland lays into Ethan. “How in the hell is the patient actually managing to get worse under your care?”

The question actually takes Ethan aback. “You can’t possibly be saying his condition is my fault?”

“I’m saying he’s been here for a week now, and he’s no better off than where he was. You don’t have any information to give him or his family. Do you know how many phone calls my assistant has had to field because they want to get him transferred to a different facility?”

“We are giving him the best care possible, Leland. Just because you and his father belong to the same country club or whatever, does not mean there’ll be some instant diagnosis or treatment that he can buy...or steal. We need to do our due diligence.”

Leland is smart enough to know when a dig is being lobbed in his direction. His eyes narrow. “What are you trying to say, Ethan?”

“Exactly what I just did. Besides, why do you have such a vested interest in my team and what we do? I’m sure you have other businesses and people to micromanage these days.”

“You guys don’t make me any money yet remain my biggest cost. The least you can do is be efficient and answer my questions when I ask.”

“And like I told you last night, I know you own this place. You never let me forget it. But you buying this hospital does not mean I am here at your beck and call, now does it mean I have to be governed under anything that isn’t set forth by the American Medical Association. Now, me team is the best this hospital and this city have to offer, so back up and let us do our jobs.”

“You guys are the best?” Leland chuckles humorlessly. “Act like it. Or I’ll find someone else who can.”

The threat causes Ethan to pause. “What does that mean?”

“You heard me loud and clear, Dr. Ramsey. Loud and clear.”

~v~

“You idiot! Why on earth would you get into a fight with Bloom in the middle of a hallway?”

Ethan doesn’t try to school his bored expression as Tobias paces the entire length of the office, huffing and puffing as he does so.

“I didn’t get into a fight with him,” Ethan amends. “It was an exchange of words.”

“A loud exchange of words,” Harper adds. “In front of our patient’s room, might I add.”

“I had plans for this day to be productive, but the minute that man opens his mouth, I just–”

“We get it, you don’t like him,” Tobias interjects.

“Disliking Leland is an understatement.”

Isabelle stays silent, unable to find a good place to cut in, despite having questions. Ethan’s dislike of Leland Bloom is the hospital’s worst kept secret, but the contention has always been passive aggressive at best. And as a second year resident, she doesn’t have any background knowledge on why the relationship is the way that it is.

“I don’t like him either, but you don’t see me needling him in front of the nurse’s station!”

“Sure Leland is...obnoxious at times, but I don’t understand any of it,” Isabelle says, finally speaking up. Ethan looks at her as if he’s just now remembering that she’s been in the room the entire time. “What happened that caused this much animosity?”

Leland’s kidney disease wasn’t a major secret. Most medical personnel that worked at Edenbrook and the larger Boston area remember the huge media blitz, and all of the pomp and circumstance surrounding his hospitalization early last year. And the official story is Leland got a kidney from a family member who wished to keep their identity a secret from the public, and everyone ate it up.

Only a handful of people know the truth. That a few well placed phone calls and dollars exchanged got Leland to the top of the donor list within a day, stealing a second chance from the true person at the top of the list: a 14 year old girl.

“So long as there is breath in my body, Leland Bloom and his ilk will never get an ounce of respect from me, and I’ll just leave it at that,” Ethan says cooly. “And that’s all you need to know, Dr. Proctor.”

“Okay.”

“I’m just saying man, Bloom is petty,” Tobias adds. “Men like him, who think the rest of us should bow at their feet, don’t take kindly to getting told off, especially in public. Underneath the billions is a tiny ass, fragile ego. Can you just keep a low profile and be quiet for the next day or two, so Bloom doesn’t dismantle this team?”

“I’ll be as cordial as Bloom is,” is what Ethan settles upon. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

The only thing that can rival Ethan’s intelligence is his stubbornness. Tobias knows it’s the best he’s going to get out of Ethan, so he relents. “Okay.”

“Good. Now can we get back to work and stop talking about Bloom?”

His team nods and Ethan sighs in relief.. They still have a chance to turn things around and actually have a good day.

They fall into a productive routine, tossing around different theories, sharing research and narrowing down ideas. Too bad that only lasts for about half an hour before there’s a knock at the office door. A few seconds later, Naveen pokes his head in.

Ethan smiles because part of him was expecting Leland to show up again. “Naveen, this is a nice surprise! Don’t tell me you’re ready to get back in the saddle.”

Naveen laughs good-naturedly at his mentee. “Not quite.”

“Well what brings you down here?”

“I wanted to talk to you for a second, Ethan,” Naveen says.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes. It’s not about me, it’s work related. Team related news, that I wanted to tell you personally,” Naveen explains, fully entering the office. “Is there any way I could steal you for a few minutes?”

“If it involves the team, I think we can have the conversation here. Is this about my...spirited discussion with Leland?”

“No, it’s about the case you’re working on.”

“Now I know we don’t usually work on cases for this long, and we’re working on it.”

“I know. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Leland has some concerns about how long it’s taking you guys to treat this patient, and he told me that he wants to outsource some extra help to speed things along.”

“No thank you.”

“He’s already made phone calls. I’m just here to give you a heads up about who he picked.”

“A heads up?” Ethan scoffs and rolls his eyes. Who on earth could Leland think of reaching out to that Ethan would need a warning about? “Who is he asking for? Mendoza from MK? Catherine Morgan from Stanford? The Boogeyman?”

“I don’t think I’ve reached Boogeyman levels of infamy. Well, at least not yet.”

The voice makes the hair on the back of Ethan’s neck stand up. It’s a voice he hasn’t heard in close to three years, one that he thought he’d never hear again.

His eyes snap up, locking with the large brown ones staring back at him, and all of the breath leaves his lungs at once. The last time he looked into these eyes, they weren’t full of humor like they are now, but pure fire. His chest constricts, inhaling suddenly the most difficult task in the world.

The entire room goes silent, everyone watching as Ethan and the woman stay locked in their staring contest. Isabelle’s eyes dart back and forth, hoping someone can clue her into what’s going on, but Naveen, Harper and Tobias offer zero assistance.

Isabelle takes the quiet time to appraise the stranger. She’s petite, almost a foot shorter than Ethan even with her sky high Jimmy Choos on. The second thing that catches her attention is the mess of dark curly hair spilling over her shoulders, and the amused smirk on her face, like a cat that got the canary.

The woman breaks eye contact with Ethan to look past his shoulder. “Harper, Tobias, hello. Long time no see.”

When he regains the ability to speak, Ethan grits out, “Naomi, what on earth are you doing here?”

“I got an interesting call from Leland Bloom this morning, saying that the diagnostics team was in dire need of some assistance on a particularly difficult case. Within the hour, his private helicopter was picking me up.”

Ethan takes a sterling’s breath and silently counts to 3 before talking again. “I’m not working with you.”

“You don’t have a choice. Not unless you quit.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Naomi rolls her eyes. “Drama was never a good look on you, darling, I was always better suited for it.” She turns her attention to the young resident gawking at her, turning on her megawatt smile. “You’re new. I don’t know you.”

“Um, n-no you don't. I’m Dr. Isabelle Proctor.”

“Isabelle,” Naomi repeats slowly, letting it roll off of her tongue. “What a pretty name.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m Dr. Naomi Ramsey.”

The last name catches her attention. Her eyes flicker over to Ethan’s face, catching the way his jaw ticks as female Dr. Ramsey talks.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head as I talk, so I’ll clear things up for you right quick,” Naomi continues. “No, the last name thing isn’t a coincidence. I’m Ethan’s ex-wife." She sticks out a hand for Isabelle to shake. "Nice to meet you.”

~v~

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[tomtenadia]

Till food do us part - Rowaelin one shot

Good evening everyone.

I am back with a quick Rowaelin oneshot. This short fic came to me last week while I was in my hotel in Inveress getting ready to check out. Once on the train back to Aberdeen I had two hours and a half and I wrote this.

It’s a simple story and  just pure undiluted Rowaelin domestic fluff. I think I had to compensate for the angst in ALB. There’s no angst, just our two lovebirds being their adorable selves. 

The title is ridiculous. It took me more time to choose it than to write the whole fic. And it’s still bad. Sorry, I hate choosing titles.

Ach well, I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy.

Word count: 2.5k 

Aelin was in the kitchen all alone, in front of her on the counter she had all the pots and pans she would require to prepare her meal. At one side she had her cooking book and on the opposite side she had lined up all the ingredients needed. 

That was meant to be a special night and she wanted everything to be perfect. And because of that she had been nervous. She was not good at cooking like her boyfriend so for her to prepare a full meal from scratch was a monumental task. She just hoped not to burn down the house. He had been teaching her slowly, starting with very simple things but that evening, no matter what she was going to cook for him.

The plan was to prepare everything a part from the dessert which she had bought from the local bakery. Although her boyfriend was not a fan of sugary stuff, the night called for dessert. 

She and Rowan had been together for five years. They worked for the same company but on different floors and departments. She was in marketing, Rowan was part of the legal team and was one of the company’s lawyers.

They had a bit of a turbulent start. They met in the cafeteria and Rowan had the bad habit of being always a bit of ahead of her in the queue and always take the last portion of the food she wanted. Far too many times she had ended up eating food she did not want because of him. She had even tried to go to lunch at a different times but the man was always there. Her own personal hell. So after a whole month of that she had decided to take matter in her own hands and slowly plan her revenge. Rowan was a creature of habit, so she spent a few weeks studying him and his routine. Aelin had learned he loved to eat alone. He had friends but the lunch hour was his time to wind down and he did not want any drama or any shop talk. That would make her plan much easier. Eventually she hatched her plan. She started swapping the content of the salt and pepper shakers or even replacing them with other stuff. Aelin had also started making his table sticky or cluttering with empty trays. He still had no idea it was her but she enjoyed watching him muttering and probably cursing whoever did that to him. She had quickly learned that the man was hard to tick off completely. She would notice some small signs of irritation but that’s all the reaction she got, so she decided it was time to go big. 

And her final plan came into existence the day the cafeteria served mac and cheese and he took the last portion from her. She was fuming. If she could not have mac and cheese so wouldn’t he. 

She waited for him to make his way back to his table and then she walked straight into him. Their trays smashing against each others and the food landing on his shirt. She had muttered a weak sorry and had fled with a grin on her face.

She had later found out that she had made him late for an important meeting and caught hell from his boss Lorcan.

Until one day he started to retaliate. Apparently, she had found out, he knew all long it was her messing with his meals.

And so a long series of pranks had begun between them, most of them taking place in the cafeteria since that was the place they used to share the most.

However, sometimes along the way, Aelin realised pranking him was not fun anymore and that pesky feelings had started to take root in her.

Until one day he showed up in her office with two portions of mac and cheese from Emrys and a peace offering. They had the lunch in the privacy of her office, they talked and she realised very quickly that he was quite a fascinating man. Also, she would have lied to herself if she had ignored the fact that the man was hotness incarnated. He was tall and had a healthy muscular build. He would always wear impeccable tailored suits which made his backside very prominent and more than once her eyes had wandered. He had the most beautiful pine green eyes and she adored his silver hair.

Soon she had to admit that she had a crush on him. And then some.

And when Rowan finally asked her out she could not believe her ears. The sexiest man in the company wanted to go out with her. So she said yes.

Fast forward five years and Aelin was now cooking for their fifth anniversary and as a joke she had put mac and cheese on the menu. It was their dish and their own joke as well.

Aelin had a look at the clock and realised she had half an hour tops before he came back home.

While preparing mac and cheese she took a sip from the glass of wine at her side. She had bought two bottles of Rowan’s favourite wine and she had started the celebrations a bit earlier.

In the oven in the meantime, the pork roast and the potatoes were cooking and she was busy checking the food that she almost missed the sound of the front door opening and closing.

“I am home,” shouted a happy voice.

“Kitchen.” She shouted back.

When she stood she saw him in leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, his arms at his chest and a strange grin on his face “you are cooking?” He asked surprised, raising an eye brow in a question.

Aelin grabbed a glass of wine, took a step closer to him and gave it to him “Happy anniversary, buzzard.” And she went to him for a kiss he did not deny it to her.

“Oh, so you waited five years for your final revenge and win with food poisoning.” Still leaning against the doorframe he took a sip of wine and looked at her with a smirk.

Aelin just glared at him “I can cook.”

“Aelin, I love you, but cooking is definitely not your strongest asset.”

She waved her wooden spoon in his face “I’ll show you.”

Rowan chuckled happily and stooped for a kiss “happy anniversary, menace.”

Aelin moved another step in his direction “now go,” and she patted his chest “get changed and let me finish.”

Half an hour later the dining table was all set, with some candles on to set the romantic mood and a new bottle of win in the middle. Everything looked perfect and she was chuffed.

“This looks lovely,” his voice reached her as he re entered the room and his arms wound around her waist.

“I hope it’s good as well.” She said while pulling back from the embrace and pushing him to his seat. 

“Let me help,” he offered but Aelin pushed him again.

“No, just sit down.”

Quickly she went to get the appetisers: she had prepared raw smoked salmon on oatcakes with cream cheese and chives. They had that at a party and they loved it and realised it was something easy to make and almost impossible for her to mess it up. The only thing she had to do was to assemble the ingredients in a nice display.

Rowan in the meantime poured some wine for both and made happy noises at the wine.

“Fancy,” he added, commenting on the appetiser.

“Easy mostly. I took inspiration from the last party we went to.”

Rowan took one of the oatcakes and she relaxed when she saw him smile. Oh well, at least if the rest of the meal was a disaster they could eat oatcakes and salmon.

“Did you have a good day at work?” She asked, she had a day off and she hadn’t seen him since the morning when he left for work.

“It’s the end of the month and as you can imagine Lorcan has been his unpleasant self.”

“I need these reports on the desk by the end of yesterday?” She said, imitating the man’s voice.

Rowan chuckled and took another oatcake “that’s the gist.”

Once the appetisers were over, Aelin stood and went to get the next course. That was the surprise and the dish that meant the most.

She brought the oven dish to the dining table.

“You made mac and cheese.” Rowan’s tone was full of love.

“I did.” She took his plate and was ready to serve him his portion. It looked great and for a moment she had hoped. The recipe was for the baked version and the crust at the top looked golden and crunchy. Then she dipped the spatula to cut it and terror took her. It was runny. 

“No, no, no, no, no…” she panicked.

“What happened?” Rowan stood and moved at her side.

“It happened that I should not be allowed to cook.” She sat on the chair and sniffled.

“I am sure it’s not that bad…”

“Ro,” Aelin almost shouted in frustration at his tone “you can drink it with a straw, mac and cheese is supposed to be creamy.”

He looked over “I think you put too much milk,” and with his hand he brushed her lower back in support.

Aelin started sobbing “I messed up the main dish. It was meant to be like the one we shared in my office.”

Rowan was about to reply when he smelled smoke “is something burning?”

“Holy fuck,” Aelin stood abruptly and ran to the kitchen and when she opened the oven a cloud of smoke engulfed her. The roast and the potatoes where charcoal. She sat dejected in front of the oven  and Rowan joined and sat at her side “you have the most useless girlfriend ever.”  

He brushed her hair off her face “ I do not.” A gentle kiss on her lips “my girl is brilliant, fearless, intelligent and very, very hot.” She gave him a wet chuckle. Gods, she loved him.

“I ruined our anniversary.”

Rowan stood and offered her his hand “you did not.” She took it and stood in front of him.

“We are going to Emrys, he does some amazing mac and cheese.”

“Fine,” she conceded.

Rowan cupped her face, refusing to let her be sad. He knew Aelin was not good at cooking and he had tried to teach her but once on her own she seemed to struggle. 

But as the boyfriend madly in love with her he was more than happy to cook for both, everyday, forever.

Aelin did not seem convinced and still pouted at her mess. Rowan noticed that and cupped her face in his hand and kissed het tenderly “Hey, it was a lovely gesture and I am proud of you.” He took her hand in his, “now let’s go.”

They got changed and not long after they were walking to Emrys. Rowan’s arm on around her shoulder.

Aelin looked up at him and noticed a strange light in his eyes and a small grin. Whatever it was, he did not seem bothered by her fiasco.

Once they reached Emrys froze and cursed the evening that was turning into pure hell “it’s Monday, they are close. We are two idiots.” But all Rowan did was to push her toward the front door.

“Ro, they are closed.”

“Shush,” he said gently placing his hand on her lower back.

A moment later Emrys’ smiling face appeared on the door “hello Rowan, come in, it’s all ready.” Said the man stepping aside to let them in.

Aelin was stunned. speechless. He had an evening planned.

She turned to him “did you know I was going to mess up so you had a plan b?” Her tone full with irritation at his lack of trust in her.

Rowan looked at her, his eyes dancing with mirth “I didn’t even know you were going to cook. I booked all of this over a week ago.” He told her “I knew our anniversary would fall on a Monday, so I asked Emrys and Malakai if it was okay to use the place for our dinner.”

She stood on her tiptoes “I love you.” And kissed him. Rowan took her hand and walked inside the main room of the restaurant and Aelin again was stunned. The whole room had been decorated with white fairy lights, the table had candles and there were kingsflames in a vase as well.

“Happy anniversary, Fireheart.” And pulled her to his chest “I hope you’ll love this.”

“It’s perfect,” she said to him, feeling teary.

They sat down and Malakai brought wine “Emrys is just finishing up the last few things, it should not be too long.” Explained the man while pouring the wine.

He came back a moment later and brought back freshly baked pitta bread and hummus “just as a starter.”

Aelin attacked the appetisers, realising she was starving.

Once the appetiser was out of the way Rowan took her hand.

“I am glad I burned dinner, this is so much better.”

They had gone to Emrys for their first date which turned out to be their favourite restaurant and slowly their weekly dinner treat. It had become their place pretty quickly.

She was talking to Rowan when she noticed Emrys walking to them with a large oven dish and when Aelin looked, she saw mac and cheese. And it looked incredible.

“Of course,” said Rowan at her expression and poured more wine. It was a good thing they walked. Emrys plated their dinner and then walked away with a Cheshire cat grin.

“Go on, tuck in,” Rowan said to her once he noticed her eager expression.

Aelin did so and almost moaned savagely. It was divine.

After a few bites Rowan put the fork down and took her hand again, brushing his thumb on the top of it “thank you for walking into me that day in the cafeteria.” He told her, his green eyes on her “I know we had our ups and downs but these five years with you have been incredible.” He stood and took her hand inviting her to follow him. She stood with him and Rowan pulled Aelin to his chest. She wanted to complain she was eating, but whatever he was doing it seemed important.

Violin music spread in the room and Aelin recognised one of her favourite pieces of classical music. He swayed gently as if to dance, placed her hand on his shoulder and held her, his hand on her lower back.

“And I hope we’ll have many more together.” Aelin looked up at him and nodded, emotions threatening to overwhelm her. He kissed her with passion and then he pulled back a little “Aelin, my fireheart, will you do me the honour of joining me in the next adventure of our life and become my wife?”

Aelin sobbed loudly “only if you promise to keep cooking for me.”

Rowan laughed “Always.”

She threw her arms around his neck “yes, yes I will marry you.”

Rowan placed the ring on her finger then lifted her in his arms and kissed her. 

He would cook for her, make her happy until his last day.

To whatever end.

#rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #rowan x aelin #rowaelin #fluff #domestic fluff

[pbandjesse]

I just finished up my ceramics class. And it was a lot of fun! I did cut myself on some glaze almost as soon as I got there and the blood was welling up very badly from my one finger but I put a Band-Aid on and I was okay.

Today was a lot of fun honestly. Kind of like a low low key day. But not a bad one. I did get stuff done even if it wasn't a ton of things. It was a nice time.

I slept all right last night. But I woke up very cold and had trouble falling back asleep because I was so cold. And then when I woke up at 7:15 I went and got washed up and dressed and I really liked my outfit today and I was perfectly cozy. Wearing a long sleeve shirt under this jumpsuit I think is going to be a staple this year. And I really love this fleece because it's so long. I can wear it basically like a dress.

James had packed me a very good snack and breakfast and lunch. And they collected all the trash before we were leaving the house. I will go down first because they said they needed a minute but then I realized I forgot all my rings upstairs so I backtracked and we got to leave together still.

We talk outside for a minute before they left and got a smooch which was very nice. And then I drove into work. And it was a fine drive. Nothing exciting happened. It is always interesting to see which exit is going to be the one where everybody else is and then all of a sudden I'm alone. And I have a pretty quiet drive to camp.

It was already very cold when I left the house today but it was like 15° colder at camp. It was 21° this morning. Crazy. Thankfully I had worn my fluffy boots and my layers kept me nice and toasty for most of the day.

Honestly at times I was too warm. But for the majority I was the perfect temperature.

No one came to work for a very long time. I felt like I was alone for so long. I got there at 8:00 and would have my breakfast while I worked on finishing up a couple things inside of the schedule that needed to be fixed. But mostly it was just some finishing work. It's not totally done and I still have everyone else to look over it before I can say that it is ready for next summer. But I'm really pleased with the progress and I fel t com to share it with everybody else.

I would also work on some feeding tonight. These are actually probably going to be Christmas gifts but it's also practice for teaching the TVs how to do feeding next summer. And some practice for different directions so that I can have a better handle on showing some adults how to do it. I'm just doing random rainbows right now but I would like to do some actual imagery. And in the coming weeks I hope to practice that.

But work on that for a lot of today. When I wasn't poking around on my schedule or thinking about programming stuff. And I was just having a nice time chilling in the office. It was warm in there and I sex and was watching a video and it was really good.

Sarah would come in a little before 10:00 and she was the first one but pretty quickly after that other people started to come in. Elizabeth and Alexi. Heather stayed home today to work on something there. And then after talking with Sarah and Elizabeth we kind of made a plan for what we would do for the rest of the day.

Elizabeth is in the middle of moving and she would leave early so that she could go work on packing. Not as early as she had planned because she got distracted by talking to us. But in the meantime she had a couple emails to send and a couple things to get ready for tomorrow's field trip. Me and Sarah were going to go set up the lodge for our group and do a couple odds and ends around camp. Alexi had a tour with a day camp not too far from here and they would come and we would all have a very long discussion with them and they were really cool. Really interested in the way that we do camp and also we were really interested in the way they do camp. I'm glad that we can have these interesting collaborations of ideas. And they seem like really chill guys.

Me and Sarah would head over to the lodge and set up all the tables. It's pretty big group so we're having all 13 tables set up but we would be pretty efficient so it didn't take too long. And then we walked back towards the office and I peeled off to go to the art building.

I have a bunch of stuff I should be putting away but I just don't want to It's too cold. So I set out some paper on the table for tomorrow and put a couple things to the side and then I grabbed the wooden box that I hope to use for the market that I found. And carry that down to the car.

When I got back down to the office I continued my bead work. I would stop and have a discussion with Alexi for a bit about the tour that she just had and some ideas for stuff that I can work on. I think she's worried that I'm going to be upset that they don't use my designs in the first draft. They can tell me to change things in a million times I literally do not care. I'm having fun designing them but I'm not going to be heartbroken if we need to change something. Not a big deal at all. And it was just a funny conversation because I think she was worried about hurting my feelings and I'm like you are not hurting my feelings that is fine. They're all living documents and we can continue to change them.

Around 2:00 I went for a walk and went down to the Glen to work on my bug snug. And I got the structure and I'm starting to fill it but there's not enough dry leaves around the Glen. Everything is too wet. So I think tomorrow I'm going to get a bag and fill it with leaves from somewhere else and bring them over. I would also like to get some more like smaller sticks and grasses but for now at least I have something done and I work on that for about an hour. Just kind of traipsing through the woods and looking for loose sticks and trying not to disturb too many covered areas so that the bugs and things that are overwintering there already are disturbed. I did find some snail eggs which was neat and just listen to music and had a nice time.

Speaking of music Spotify rap came out today and mine made me laugh because it was very expected. But it was also just Very funny to hear about everybody else's. Me and James's were pretty similar in taste. Justice was a little bit different and more poppy. Elizabeth was ruined by listening to sleep soundtracks. And Sarah's was way more Taylor Swift than I was expecting. But I really love Spotify rap and it was really cool to see what you listen to all year and get that little trailer that they make for you. It makes you feel seen and that's really nice.

for the last hour or so of work I just worked on my beating and worked on blanket stitching the edges of my little ornaments. I'm hoping to make a bunch. I plan is to get some more felt from home tonight so I'll have it tomorrow so I can work on it. But it's not a rush. It's still November. And it's also today my mom's birthday! Speaking of the end of November.

I love my mom so much and I wanted to make sure that I said happy birthday to her as soon as I get to work so I wouldn't forget. I took a picture of her birthday page in my birthday book and have been thinking about her all day and I hope that she had a good birthday. I love her very very much. She's a great mom. The reviews are in and she got 100% on the mom raring score.

A little after 4:00 I got an email about the house that we put an offer in on. It was impending sale and it was not for the price that we had offered. So I could kind of assume we didn't get it. So I texted James and asked them to reach out to our realtor. And I'm not going to lie and say that I was in the best mind space. I was a little angry because I felt like we have been doing a lot of the work of trying to find places and I thought maybe he didn't get our offer in on time or something. But it turns out we were in the top two of the five offers that were put in on the house. And the reason that the other person succeeded in getting the house was because they agreed to buy the house without any inspections. That is so incredibly foolish. Like I get it because the market is crazy and everyone just is trying to get in and we probably would have bought the house no matter what the inspection would have said but it just sucks. And I'm not going to say I'm not upset about it. I'm sad. I kind of done the same thing I did with the last house you put an offer on and built it up in my head and how we would decorated and where things would go and I just love the second floor of that house so much. So I'm sad but we're going to look at other places and it will be okay. It's just not the right one right now. And honestly there was a lot of water issues in that house that we probably were not prepared to deal with and so we move on and that's all there is to it.

As the sun went down I was sitting and talking with Alexi and Sarah would say she was going to go get dinner before our class. Alexi told me that she went to school for advertising which I did not know. I knew she went to the law school so I just assumed she was pre-law but no she went to school for advertising and that's like that's really cool. And then I wrapped up what I was doing and headed out.

I went to 7-Eleven and got pizza and a donut. I would eat one piece of pizza before my class and one pizza pizza after my class and I think that was a good call because I never felt too exhausted. And I got to class around 5:30.

I do not enjoy the drive in the dark. It is too windy and too many chances for deers and the speed limit changes up and down or 25 to 55 and it's very bad and I don't enjoy it. But I got there safely and when I parked my car Sarah was there. But she said she was going to sit in her car for a while and eat before she came in.

So I went in without her and got to work looking for my finished pieces. I had a couple glazed pieces and a couple that needed to be glazed. Have a good little rotation of stuff. When I found my glazed pieces I had to pop one off that was stuck on a tile and I cut myself on the very sharp glass. And it bled a lot. But it was fine. And I'm really excited about some of my pieces and how I'm going to use them for gifts this year. What I'm going to keep. I have decided that I don't think we'll throwing is for me. I'm much prefer hand building and sculpting and stuff but I'm glad that I did it. And so today I decided that I wasn't going to throw anything I was just going to play with the clay.

And some of that was waxing the bottoms of pieces that are going to get glazed next week and some of that was trimming my bare pots from last week. Which I love and I think are so cool. And then I had some time and I decided at 7:00 I would spend the second half of class working on the rest of my clay because the idea was that today is the last day that you can make wet stuff. But then we decided as a group that we're going to bring in a bunch of cookie cutters for next week and we're going to use any of our leftover clay and we're going to make cookie cutter ornaments. I am so excited about making these ornaments. So I put a bunch of clay to the side and then I just used a couple good size balls and I made some interesting shaped pinch pots and two candle holders and I was just having a great time just making silly stuff.

I also just really enjoyed the conversations tonight. I had my voice back so that was nice. Chloe and I believe the other man's name is Chris, we're not there tonight because I'm assuming they were sick. But Sandy was back and she's really sweet and I always enjoy talking to Sarah and Lindsey. So we had some very interesting conversations talking about authors that we enjoy and books and shows art and different projects that we could do and it was just a really really nice time. I just felt like I had a little community tonight and it was really good.

I would finish up my last little piece of clay and made a very silly cat pot. Or bowl maybe. I'm not sure. But it was a lot of fun making it. And then I cleaned everything up and decided it was time to go.

I headed back out into the very cold world. And I'm almost home now. I am still a little sad about the house. But we're hoping that we can go see something else this weekend and keep moving forward. I'm excited to go see my husband and wash my hair and go to sleep. Tomorrow we have a field trip and it's going to be a pretty quick one only being about 2 hours. And then I hope to work on my behind bug snug and who knows what else the day will hold. But I hope it is a good one. Good night everybody. Until next time.

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I’ve Never Not Wanted You

This is my contribution to the Hinny Ficfest organized by the wonderful @clarensjoy - Thank you for organizing and for the fantastic contributions. I haven’t published a fic in awhile and this one is very not proofread and rough but I wanted desperately to contribute something. I hope you don’t mind this one is under the wire! Eventually I will post a cleaned up version on AO3, but in the meantime I hope you enjoy!

Prompt: “I’ve never not wanted you”

“You have to come to dinner tonight. Mum has invited another suitor and we are all going to want to watch the bloodbath.” Ron’s mouth was full of curry, so it was hard to make out exactly what he meant, but the gist was an invite for dinner.

Harry scowled in response and pushed his food away from him, suddenly having lost his appetite.

“When will Molly stop? After Ginny has killed someone?”

Ron gave a barking laugh. “Maybe. It’s hard to stop a determined Weasley though.”

“So, who is more determined? Molly to marry Ginny off or Ginny to resist?” Harry wondered out loud, still staring at his noodles as if they had offended him.

Shrugging, Ron reached over and helped himself to Harry’s discarded lunch. “Mum just wants Ginny to be happy. Wizards marry pretty young in our world and everyone else has mostly coupled off,” Ron pointed his chopsticks at Harry. “Well, except you mate.”

Harry frowned.

“I’ve been busy,” he finally said, and Ron gave a series of nods.

“Of course. Ridding the world of unstoppable evil and what not. I’m sure that’s why Mum is focused on Ginny and not you.”

“That’s a bit of a double standard, isn’t it?” Harry asked, irritated at the way the conversation had changed. The last thing he wanted to talk about was his sorry dating life. Or Ginny’s for that matter.

“The entire wizarding world is a double standard innit? Best to just make the best to just make the best of it and enjoy the show.”

Harry merely gave a small noise of assent, turning back to his noodles to find them completely gone. He looked up at Ron’s sheepish look.

“I thought you were done.”

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Avoiding the floo network entirely, Harry opted to apparate to the Burrow, pausing outside the familiar door to collect his thoughts.

Using his free hand, he smoothed down his shirt and jeans, his other hand grasping the bottle of red wine Arthur had mentioned he liked the last time they had dined together at Grimmauld Place. He rose his hand to knock, but the door swung open before his fist even made contact.

“Harry! You’ve come to save me!” Harry was rather unprepared for the sight of Ginny, fresh faced and beautiful, greeting him at the door and found himself unable to say much of anything other than a grumbled hello as he shoved the bottle of wine at her.

She was wearing a simple black cotton dress that hugged her waist and flared out at the bottom. Her hair was down and bouncing around her shoulders. He gestured stupidly at his ears.

“You are wearing the earrings.”

She gave a tinkling laugh and pushed her hair behind her ear so he could see more clearly the diamond studs that he had given her last Christmas. “I’ve practically never taken them off. They are gorgeous. Probably one of the best gifts I’ve ever gotten.” She smiled at him sincerely and he felt his heart rate accelerate uncomfortably.

“I’m glad you like them so much.” He smiled back at her and they remained that way, smiling at each other silently before Ginny was called rather abruptly from the other room.

She gave a grimace in response. “She’s invited Ernie Macmillan over can you believe it? Him and Hermione are currently fighting over some horribly boring historical fact in the other room and she expects me to marry this man?” She rolled her eyes and Harry gave a weak laugh in response.

Learning up, she gave him a light kiss on the cheek, her hand resting on his arm. “It’s so lovely to see you, Harry. Please feel free to rescue me from inane conversation as you see fit.”

She floated away and he stood there struck rather dumb for a few moments.

Following the trail of voices from the entryway, Harry entered the living area to various greetings. It appeared he was one of the last to arrive and he grabbed a butterbeer and joined in where Ron and George were huddled together by the fireplace.

“I think the formula is off. People shouldn’t be incapacitated. Just unconscious for a short while.”

George shook his head. “They are fine if you just poke them—Harry! You’ve come to join us!” George gave him a broad smile that Harry couldn’t help but reciprocate.

“Is this for something you’ve already invented, or you have created something else to wreak havoc on the wizarding public?”

“Harry my dear boy, I’m not sure why it can’t be both,” George said sincerely causing Harry to snort into his bottle.

Ginny’s laughter brought their attention to where she was standing in the center of the room with Ernie.

Ron frowned. “Maybe mum actually found a winner.”

They watched as Ginny laughed again at something Ernie said, her hand placed on his arm.

“Apparently he works with Percy. Probably in the Department of who has the biggest stick up their arse,” George laughed to himself.

Harry frowned as he watched Ernie with his patrician features and pedigree push a tendril of crimson hair behind Ginny’s ear causing her to blush.

“What did that bottle do to you mate?” Ron joked and Harry looked down at the tight grip he was maintaining on his butterbeer. He loosened his grip and stretched his fingers.

Molly’s appearance in the room quieted most conversations as she herded everyone into the dining area where amazing smells were wafting. It required gymnastics in order for everyone to get into the magically enhanced room.

“No no Ginny. Don’t sit there. Sit over here by Ernie,” Molly smiled warmly at the tall boy. Ernie smiled back in a way that made Harry’s hand flinch towards his wand, imagining all the new curses he had recently mastered in his second year auror training.

“Mum it took me straining my hop to even get a seat. I’m going to stay right here,” she turned to Harry who suddenly realized how close she was. “You are ok with that right Harry?” Her eyes widened slightly and he managed to cotton on.

“Er yes sorry Molly. Ginny is fine here.” She gave him a brilliant smile and nudged his shoulder with hers.

“I think I’ve lost some of my brain cells.” Harry had to resist flinching as he felt her breath brush his hair as Ginny leaned over and whispered to him.

He gave a tight-lipped smile. “You seemed rather fond of this one,” he whispered in return to her causing her to wave a hand at him dismissively.

“I’m just trying to be nice. If I hex this one she will just bring in someone worse. I heard Malfoy was keen,” she gave a dramatic shiver, her impish smile telling another story.

Harry felt a rush of relief he tried not to analyze. “Molly can keep on bringing by all the unsuitable young men of the English wizarding world if it means I get to sit next to you.” The words are soft and filled with way too much feeling and for one frightening heartbeat he wished he could take them back.

She remained silent, grabbing a dinner roll form the passed tray and fidgeting with it between her hands. “Harry, you shouldn’t say such things to me,” she finally said mildly, refusing to look at him. “I might start getting ideas.”

Impulsively he reached for one of her hands, forcing her to drop the bread. He pulled her hand under the table and squeezed it gently.

They sat with hands clasped under the table, but otherwise ignoring each other, answering direct questions but otherwise staying mostly silent. Harry thought he saw Ginny’s face was rather shiny and he wondered what he looked like. Probably pale white and sickly.

“Ginny, how goes the season? Should I be placing my Harpy’s bets now?” Ernie asked Ginny directly causing her to drop Harry’s hand and inhale shakily.

“Oh, I’m just reserve for now. But a bet on the Harpies is always a safe bet,” Ginny gave a wicked smile causing the table to collectively give a ruckus laugh.

“Ernie, you know Ginny is the youngest reserve chaser in the league,” Molly boasted, and Harry noticed Ginny resist rolling her eyes.

“Mum, I’m so glad you support my career choice now.” The words were biting but the soft look in her eyes made Harry think Ginny actually meant them.

Harry stole a look at Justin. To his disgust the boy was looking at Ginny rather starry eyed. It isn’t like Harry could blame him; a similar look frequently graced his own face.

He was rather sick of it all though. The constant parade of unworthy men being thrust at Ginny.

The rather petulant thought that Molly had never asked him to be one of those unworthy men flew through his brain unhelpfully. Perhaps everyone had given up on the possibility of him and Ginny ever making it work.

They had made it work though. For a few blissful months they had been something new and delicate and untouchable. Frequently Harry thought back to some of those times. Of walks around the school, hands clasped and of breathless goodbyes leaving them both wanting and late for class.

Ever since the war Harry had been trying to pick up the pieces, but it had been hard and often he had found himself rather aimless. Without even realizing it, he had found that he had pulled back on all the ties that bound him-rarely coming by the Burrow, never seeing friends other than around the office and busying himself with work and tracking down rogue Death Eaters.

He had finally looked up and while he had stayed in the same spot, everyone else had moved on. Ron had ditched the aurors and found his calling with George in the joke shop. Hermione had proven herself immensely capable apart from him in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

And Ginny had graduated from Hogwarts and immediately absconded to Harpy training camp.

Unfortunately, in all his chosen one lessons with Dumbledore, the wise wizard had never told him what happens after the bad guy has been slain. What happens to the chosen one when he’s done being chosen?

In this instance it seemed as if Harry was doomed to sit there and watch as everyone he loved moved on without him. Bitterly he looked down at the roast on his plate, moving the discarded pees around with his fork.

“You gonna finish that?” Harry looked up to find he was almost done at the table, Ron leaning over him, fork in hand.

Scowling, Harry pushed his plate towards Ron who tucked in happily. “Ernie left a bit ago,” Ron said, in between bites. Harry’s eyes snapped up at that.

“Why would I care whether or not Ernie had left?” Harry snarked at him, frowning when Ron paused his eating to give Harry a knowing look.

“Either way, Ginny is in the backyard if you want to talk to her,” Ron scooped up some mashed potatoes. “Or not.” He shrugged.

Harry pushed away from the table and paused in front of the living room. He could hear the rest of the Weasley’s making their normal noises and he hesitated before joining, his eyes straying to the backyard where Ron had said Ginny was.

Whatever gravitational pull Ginny had made the decision for him as Harry turned and slipped out the door.

She was silhouetted against the starry sky, the light of the moon reflecting off her hair in a way that made his throat dry. He approached her slowly and she turned at his footsteps, giving him a warm smile.

“I came out to get some fresh air,” she told him unnecessarily and he plopped down next to her, his arm brushing hers. “These family gatherings can be a lot,” she said, her voice so quiet he could barely hear her, but that’s probably more to do with the quick sound of his heartbeat in his ears.

Feeling that same impulsive urge he had felt during dinner that let him hold her hand, he lifted his arm up and over her shoulders. They both froze at the contact, but before he could regret it, she leaned in, setting her head on his shoulder.

“Where did Ernie go?” Harry asked eventually, that familiar monster roaring in his chest.

Ginny leaned even further into his side. “He got an owl, had to go into the office.” Her hair brushed against his neck and he caught a whiff of her comforting flower scent that hadn’t changed since sixth year.

“Did you want him to stay?” He asked her, the darkness giving him some sort of courage.

She shook her head. “Not really. He wasn’t as bad as the other’s, but he’s not really who I want,” she said, voice low and husky.

Finally, she sighed deeply and pulled away, pulling her knees under the skirt of her dress and into her stomach.

“At least he seemed to want me,” she mumbled, and Harry took a deep breath, tired of always waiting for the right moment.

“I’ve never not wanted you, Ginny.”

Amazingly, the words didn’t sound weak or pathetic out loud like they did in his head. Instead, all he felt was relief.

The sound of a sharp intake of breath was the only indication that he had been heard. Summoning his Gryffindor courage, he looked up at Ginny. She was staring at him, eyes wide.

“You want me?” She asked finally, incredulously.

He ran a hand through his hair nervously. “Watching your mum parade those boys in front of you has been a special kind of hell for me Gin. I miss you.” They aren’t the most eloquent words, but they are the ones he had.

“Then why didn’t you say anything, you stupid arse?” Ginny finally spit out and Harry let out a choke of laughter.

“I’m an idiot?” He told her helpfully and she shook her head, a fond smile on her face.

“Can you come closer Harry? I need to smack you,” she laughed, and Harry obliged, scooting back towards her until there was no space between them, his body tingling in anticipation.

“So no more set ups from your mum?” He asked, moving his face toward hers so close he could feel each breath she took, could count the freckles on her face from just the soft light of the stars.

“Harry I can confidently tell you I will no longer let my mum dictate my romantic life from here on out,” she giggled and Harry fought the smile that threatened to climb up his cheeks.

“Harry,” she said, drawing his attention back to her and her lips.

“Yes?”

“I’ve never not wanted you to kiss me,” she said before closing the small gap between them, her soft, sweet lips under his. Suddenly all the pining and scowling became worth it as he rolled them over, her body under his, molding to each other as if reminding him that they’ve done this before.

As he kissed and kissed her, lips trailing down her neck, he sent a silent thank you to whatever work emergency had claimed Ernie’s attention. Tonight and forever Ginny was his. And he set about showing her over and over.

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“Ernie Macmillan? Really?” Ron took a noisy bite of his biscuit.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Ronald,” Molly tutted, waiving her wand so the corresponding feather duster would wipe down the windows properly.

“I just want you to know that I know what you did,” Ron shrugged, gesturing out the window Molly was cleaning to where Harry and Ginny were clearly engaged in some unwholesome activities.

Molly smiled at the image the pair made before closing the curtain and turning back towards her youngest son.

“Don’t you have your own home?” He lifted his hands in surrender before leaving the room. Molly watched as he disappeared from view. Really, what was she supposed to do? Let them pine away for each other forever? No, she did the right thing. She did feel a little bad poor Ernie would have to go all the way into work to find that emergency cauldron bottom situation wasn’t quite the emergency that ministry owl had made it seem. But the boy had gotten a home cooked meal for dinner so he surely made out alright.

Smiling one more time to herself, a very satisfied Molly Weasley set about cleaning dishes, brainstorming how she might next get Percy to dinner along with that nice young man Oliver Wood.

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❛ BLACK JACKET WITH WHITE LETTERS ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Would I be able to request prompt 16 “You're mine. I don't share”. With Hank voight where they go to one of those police events and she works in his unit and they are a couple with her being younger and they dont have to be in police uniform so she wears a really nice dress and as he introduces her and talks to other people he knows, some of the men check her out and try flirt with her and he notices. Could there be a bit of smut if not that's cool to ❤❤

❚❙ HANK VOIGHT MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 3k.

❚❙ Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.

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Fortunately, it's been a quiet day, otherwise, you couldn't deal with a Districts event like the Commanders call them. A meeting that reunites every officer, inspector, detective, and whoever who wears ‘the blue uniform’; including special agents from the FBI. These last ones are the kind of man who pushes you out of your good mood with all that quackery about serving the whole country, the unlimited resources, the missions. Every time you hear a fed talking about how passionate and exciting their jobs are, you just want to punch their faces. Mostly, they're behind a desk while cops like you are protecting the streets of Chicago in the firing line. But, as Burgess and Upton said, it's time to have some fun. And anything else.

Since you don't have to wear that horrible uniform you use at official events, you have chosen a breathtaking black silk dress that fits your anatomy to perfection, falling from your chest, with a spaghetti strap neckline, to your ankles. And a pair of skyscraper highlights on the same color, with the small difference that the heels are tremendously golden. Your back is almost bare, being crossed by four fine strips, knowing it's going to give Hank some trouble. Oh, you're going to have so much fun tonight. You are very sure.

The soft make-up delights your cute, but lethal, outfit on point ready to leave Kim's house accompanied by your friends. You've arranged to meet at the party with the rest of the Unit since your future husband and Antonio needed to be from the start of the event, which means the three of you are going to earn more than some gazes by assisting alone, with no male figures by your sides. As if you need some kind of protection. Men (...).

Stepping out from your car and giving the keys to the parking attendant, who seems he's having a heart attack after watching you walk with so much cockiness and sensuality, you come into the party. The look you exchange with Kim and Hailey as soon as you check the reaction of the assistants, makes you draw a triumphant smile while raising your chin in some kind of greeting. You aren't going to stop now, leading your steps straight to your partners. Ruzek chokes on champagne with his eyes over Burgess, while Hank looks at you over the edge of his glass of bourbon taking a sip.

“You should work like that every day”. Antonio opines welcoming the three of you in his arms.

“I second that, brother”. Jay quickly adds making a toast with his cup of red wine.

“Bet you'd be the one who wouldn't work”. Hailey replies palming his chest, making you giggle.

In the meantime they continue arguing about the dress code, a strong arm gets placed around your lower back to push you somewhat closer, letting his hand fall over your hipbone. You know exactly what it means. Hank isn't the kind of jealous man, who needs to mark his territory like a dog. But you know that sometimes he feels insecure because of the age gap. He trusts you blindly, that's a fact, but he's human; he has fears and you understand it. Putting your left hand on the back of his neck, you caress his scalp almost unnoticeably, tilting your head to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek earning a satisfied grin from him.

“You look really beautiful tonight”. He whispers, watching you sideways as if it's a secret between you two.

“Thank you, Sergeant. I always try to do my best”.

Hank chuckles against his glass about to have a last sip till emptying it. Taking it from his hand, you pull yourself away to go to the bar and ask for two more drinks. You're thirsty and too sober to be a Friday night. Checking some emails on your phone while the bartender serves your order, you can't help but listen to some backtalk about your career. A couple of suited men combed as politicians and wrapped on a strong scent that throws your stomach. You try to ignore them until they're close enough from your position to offer you a hand in a formal greeting.

“Johnson and Derrick. FBI”.

The blonde one looks like a senior official, while the other looks like a newbie. Turning towards both, you come into the forced polite mood to stretch his hand firmly.

“(Y/L/N), Intelligence Unit, gentlemen. A pleasure”.

“The pleasure is ours, detective”.

“Special agent”. You correct him inevitably, even if it sounds arrogant.

“Special agent, of course”. Johnson replies with a nod of his chin. “I've read your file lately. I have no words to describe it. Graduated with excellent grades in Yale, two years in the Army, another undercover in a Cartel… And you also know how to fly a helicopter”.

“If you weren't from the FBI, I could think you've been stalking me like one of your serial killers, sir”. The sarcasm in your tone of voice earns your Unit's attention, very focused on the conversation between the feds and you.

“Who catches a monster without becoming one, right?”

The man introduces a hand under his jacket to offer you his business card. But you don't take it, just looking at it for a second before raising your eyes towards his.

“In your academy shows you to have the big balls to disrespect a Sergeant or a Chief, by trying to steal their officers in front of their faces? Because mine shows us to serve and protect the citizens”.

His gesture changes suddenly in a sight, hearing some chuckles behind you coming from Hailey and Kim. Raising both eyebrows as you don't get any reply back, you just nod before grabbing the two drinks you have asked for when they interrupted you. Coming back to your friends, you can't help but wrinkle your nose in a gesture of disgust earning more giggles from your partners. But it doesn't seem funny for Hank, who you know he's killing them in thousands of ways inside his head.

As the night passes, you notice Agent Johnson's eyes on you with no shame, starting to make you feel uncomfortable. Although you would be delighted to embarrass him in front of everyone, he has had enough from you. But this doesn't end there. Excusing yourself, you step to the terrace almost emptied to have some fresh air, knowing he's going to follow you. Maybe, to insist a little more. He was so interested in recruiting you to miss the chance.

And as you thought, he's that predictable. You don't turn because of his steps coming closer, but because he pretends to clear his throat to claim your attention. Crossing your arms over your chest, you tilt your head to a side feigning curiosity with a forced smile showing up on your lips.

“I would like to apologize for my behavior. In my profession isn't habitual to find agents of your characteristics”.

“For sure, sir. It doesn't matter”.

“You could have an extraordinary career in the FBI”.

“I already have it where I am. I don't need schedules, cheap suits, and an earpiece to succeed”.

“I understand your relationship interferes in your decision, but you do—”.

“I'm sorry, you said what? Did you…? Oh, god, I can't fucking believe it”. You can't help but laugh shaking your head. “I don't have any relationship as soon as I wear my badge, sir. And you are starting to cross a line you don't want to cross. Believe me”.

“Ma'am, don't misunderstand my words, nor my intentions. I just think ma—”.

“Nobody asked you to think, Johnson”.

Raising your eyes over his shoulders, you can see your boyfriend sipping his glass of whisky, joining the talk as he tries to keep calm. You know Hank to perfection. If he wasn't your boss, he would have punched him already.

“If you continue pissing off my agent, we're gonna have a problem”.

The man just nods, alternating his gaze between the two of you. Seems that he has admitted his defeat.

“Beautiful and lethal. You're a son of a bitch with so much luck, Voight. Take care of this diamond. Or she will end up wearing a blue jacket with yellow letters”.

“Uh-huh”. He replies as you continue remaining silent.

Passing your boss away back to the party, leaving you alone, you can't hide the proud smile that turns your gesture into a funnier one. Taking short steps towards him, you steal the glass from his hand to drink from it under his attentive brown eyes.

“Blue isn't my color. Not at all. I'm more into black”. You whisper referring to the jackets you are used to wearing in the Chicago department.

“Hm…”

“Imagine having your badge hanging from your neck all day like a collar. Do I look like a dog? I prefer to have it on my belt. And I'm already used to the disgusting watered coffee we make in the twenty-one”. As you continue giving him more reasons, your forefinger traces a path up from his chest to his nape. “And I have so much fun driving my Dodge all around Chicago”.

“Anything else you wanna add?”

“Hm… no. Actually, not. That's all, sir”. You reply puckering your lips, pulling yourself away some inches with a playful aura wrapping you both.

“Now lemme tell you something here”. Hank says then, leaning over your ear. “You're mine, I don't share”.

His voice and his characteristic raspy voice gives you some chills down your spine bone. Biting your bottom lip unconsciously while he stands up, you know the party is over for you and it's time to go home. Holding your hand and taking back his glass of whisky, you walk inside to say your goodbyes before leaving the fancy place straight to the underground parking. You are not going to lie saying you don't love his dominant mood when the occasion demands it.

As soon as you reach your car, you can notice sideways Hank making sure you're totally alone. He doesn't usually take risks of being seen in public too lovey-dovey, but it's not about it this time and you can't wait for him to go ahead with his intentions. Of course, he doesn't make you wait for too long to push your back to the copilot door, attacking your neck in the meantime his hands grab your hips stealing you a low gasp. Hank makes himself between your legs, urging you to surround his waist with one of them to close the distance that separates you, feeling the need he has to mark his territory, as rarely he shows.

“Take me home”. You almost beg closing your eyes as his teeth are nailed on your most sensitive spot, earning a soft grunt that vibrates your body.

“I'm gonna take you here, sweetheart. Any problem?”

“Hell, no, sergeant”.

“Get in the car. Now”.

You don't complain, taking it as an order when he takes two steps back releasing your body and opening the back door for you. And the next minute passes too fast, rolling up your dress as Hank undoes his belt and unzips his pants. In just a sigh he's deep-buried between your legs. It's the first time you take this kind of risk, almost in public, and the horniness it produces is driving you crazy. With your lips almost touching the others, you moan uninhibited every time his hands on your lower back urge you to keep swinging your hips, sitting on his lap.

The way his eyes memorize every gesture drawn on your face has you breathless. It's a sensation you can't describe. Hank has some kind of power over you that you haven't experienced before, even if you think you're indomitable he always manages to make whatever he wants with you. And you know it. You let him do it. Just like right now, marking his territory with desirous bites and wet kisses all around your exposed throat. The most visible part of your body. He doesn't need to prove anything. He isn't the kind of man who needs to call out any other man who dares to lay his eyes on you. Everybody in this damn city knows you're more than his pupil and they're too scared to say hi, although there's always an exception to the rule. In this case, the FBI agents acting like carrion birds.

The mist clouds the windows, as the heat concentrated on your bodies makes you sweat slightly. Hank takes the control turning you under his body against the seat in a position that puts you to see the stars. Every move of his pelvis is accurate, hitting your g-spot, satisfied with how good his name sounds getting drowned between pleased moans once and again. With every push to your body, his dick is dug deeper through your tight wetness making him grunt into your ear, feeling more delighted than never before. And everything is because of the way you had to reply to that FBI agent in front of everyone, showing him how clear you have your preferences; not only because of your relationship, as Johnson pointed out. But because everybody in Chicago is aware that there's no better boss in law enforcement. There's no better Unit than the Intelligence one from the police department of your hometown.

As your legs get wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, one of his arms surrounds your middle back while his free hand flies straight to your throat. Keeping your eyes closed, the suffocating sensation within your lower belly continues growing with every thrust that steals the air from your lungs and races your heart over its possibilities. You're close. So close that your mind is a total blank, just focused on the way only he can make you feel. So good, so desired, so full of life. He knows it, he takes it in advantage. And he enjoys it more than anything.

“Oh, fuck…” Hank got you almost in tears because of the pleasure, traveling your hands to the back of his neck, nailing your nails there. “God… I'm gonna… Fuck, Hank, don't stop, please… Don't stop”.

“I won't, my love… Not till you give me what I want”.

His voice always plays dirty with your mind. The way he has to drag every syllable on his tongue with that husky voice that puts you to tremble, as he continues burying his hard dick inside you with no mercy, speeding up as soon as he feels your legs clung to his body slightly shaking. Because of the fewer insecurities he has about your relationship, he feels proud whenever he makes you reach that sweet sensation of the orgasm taking control of your anatomy. He doesn't care if he has to use his hands, his tongue… whatever. It's not only about sex between the two of you, of course not. But making you cum screaming out his name is an every-day-goal.

And you don't make him wait for too long, arching your back when a lash of heat hits your spine and the grenade inside your lower belly explodes. Your gasps fill up your car, while he continues fucking you harder than seconds before not showing any compassion to your exhausted body, looking for your lips to devours them desperately. His tongue starts a fight for dominance, winning over yours like every single time, in the meantime his fingers grips tightly your throat. Instinctively, you swing your hips in sync, provoking every move to go deeper among your shaky legs.

Hank can't hold it anymore, digging his cock to the limits of your guts, almost hitting your soul with a last strong lung. His warm seed fills you up completely, keeping pushing his body against yours, pressing both to the seat with his hands now placed on the headrest. It feels like a whole set of fireworks. Your moans complement his delighted growls to perfection.

“Don't move, please”. You beg with a thin voice thread, at the same time he rests his forehead on yours.

The two of you can barely breathe, trying to recover after an intense session of your favorite cardio workout. From nowhere, you can't help but giggle in unison. You can't believe you just fucked inside your car and with the risk of being caught in the act. A sergeant and one of his special agents. Even if it's your free night and you're in an established relationship, he's still your boss.

“I would miss working with you”.

“Huh?”

“If I get the FBI's offer”. You mumble, leaving clumsy kisses all around his face. “You're the best cop Chicago has”.

“You don't have to butter me up for a second round”.

Shaking your head briefly and laughing, you caress his scalp so gently as he sinks his face into your sweaty neck.

“Now you said so… maybe I have the fantasy of being bent over your desk”.

“Maybe?”

“Yeah, just… maybe”.

“Then maybe I could bring you to my office, before going home. There's some paperwork to attend to”.

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