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[juliettecai]

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[reiderwriter]

🌞 Just Hanging Out 🌞

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive MINORS DNI 18+

WC: 3k

Summary: To kick off your vacation, you find yourself at Rossi's mansion with your team for a big summer barbeque. A hammock in the garden catches your eye, and you enlist Reid to help you have some fun in the sun.

Warnings: reader is a tease, shy Spencer, sexual arousal (M and F) no physical smut (god I wish we still used the citrus system).

A/N: Here's my second entry to @imagining-in-the-margins CM Summer Sunshine Fic Challenge! Thanks to everyone who helped my pick the plot for this one :) I was also intending for this to be a reply to one of my requests for more BAU reader, but unfortunately tumblr deleted that request so 🤡 I'm tagging the account below anyways, and I have three more BAU reader fics coming in the next two weeks-ish, including my new series That's What You Get, so I hope you like this fic and be sure to look out for the others! Enjoy~

Here's my masterlist and my requests are open!

It was mid-August, and thankfully, the serial killers of America had given up crime for one week of the year to allow you to enjoy some much needed vacation time. The entire team had been put on annual leave, and you were determined to enjoy it to the absolute capacity of your ability.

Despite being together year-round, you actually enjoyed the company of your coworkers, so when Rossi announced he was planning a summer barbeque at his place to kick off your vacation time, you were ecstatic. If Rossi’s barbecuing skills were anything like his pasta making skills, you were expecting to eat yourself into a food coma and not wake up for the next seven days.

“Not a single one of you will touch this grill, stand within a 1 foot radius of this grill or even dare to look at this grill, so help me God, are we understood?” Rossi announced as soon as you arrived, the last of the BAU team to gather in his self-proclaimed mansion. The gardens were beautiful, and the kids were already running riot on the slip and slide that he had set up for them, screaming and giggling in delight.

“Trust me, you’re not getting me near that thing today, Rossi,” you laugh as you pour yourself a glass of wine from the refreshments table. “Last time I was anywhere near a grill I almost died.”

“I don’t remember encountering any unsubs who used grills as their weapon of choice,” JJ laughed at you as she held out her own glass and you gladly filled it for her.

“That’s because it wasn’t on a case, it was a family barbeque when I was 17 and my grandfather thought I should learn some ‘practical skills,’” you shot a grin at her as she rolled her eyes at you and walked away.

You grabbed your glass and looked for somewhere to perch yourself while you took in the sun. Morgan and Prentiss had already grabbed the two sun-loungers on the patio and were both sitting shirtless (with a bikini top on in Prentiss’s case) taking in as much sun as they could. Garcia was similarly sprawled on the deck sofa, and JJ joined her their after grabbing her refreshment, Will stood by the edge of the deck watching over the kids. Hotch had the amazing foresight to bring his own camping chair, and was set up similarly with one eye on Jack and the other on a book in his hand.

And just where you were expecting him, Spencer Reid was stood awkwardly at the edge of the house, in the only spot of shade he could find, leaning slightly against the door, and squinting into the sun.

“Rossi, you got any other chairs I can grab for me and Reid?” you called out to your host.

“There should be some over by the shed, they might need a bit of a dusting down though.”

“Come on pretty boy, you can’t just be standing all day, you’re going to make me feel tired just watching you,” you laughed up at him and caught the flush of his cheeks as he finally caught that you meant him to follow you.

“I’m really fine here over in the shade, I don’t do too great in the sun, anyways. More of an autumnal person, really…”

“I’d feel bad seeing you stand all day, and besides, what if I need a big, strong man to help me carry my chair over?” As he gaped his mouth open and closed looking for a retort, you felt the small flash of victory spread warm your chest. It wasn’t that you liked messing with Reid, it’s that he was an easy target and actually you loved it.

Having joined the team only the year prior, you’d quickly found the genius incredibly endearing, loving to listen to his little monologues about whatever topic had popped into his head that day, often earning groans from your other colleagues as you encouraged him to keep going.

You’d discovered your love of making him squirm a few months into the job, when you had to interrogate a submissive partner of an unsub together. After theorising that the submissive personality had a thing for women who looked like you, especially ones that were pretty dominant and controlling, you’d decided to give him what he wanted. You’d popped the top button, walked into the room and given him your best shot before having to re-strategize.

“What if we send Reid in there with her?” Morgan was the one to suggest, “Have him act a bit touchy, show him something he’s missing out on. We already tried giving him what he wanted, let’s see how he reacts to someone he doesn’t view as a threat getting everything he thinks he’s entitled to.”

It was a good guess, and it worked. You’d walked into the room, and let Reid start asking the questions. He’d gently laid a hand on your thigh, just high enough for the suspect to notice, and you’d done nothing but quietly whisper directly into his ear, watching the entire time to see how the man in front of you would react. He’d cracked in ten minutes and started spewing misogynistic drivel, so angry that he accidentally confessed to the crime and gave away his partner’s location.

It seemed Reid had cracked just a bit too. He’d avoided eye-contact with you for an entire week after that, and whenever he talked to you in that time, it was like his brain short-circuited. You’d bought a genius with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory to his knees with a few whispers in his ear, and you loved the rush of power you felt remembering it. The memory of his strong hand on your thigh did nothing to quell your growing attraction towards the man.

“If you wanted someone big and strong, you should’ve asked Morgan,” Reid snapped you out of your thoughts as he diligently followed you in the direction Rossi had pointed. It was a pretty secluded spot in the garden, a little bit away from the action and you were glad to be out of earshot so you could begin your teasing of the Good Doctor.

“I’m sure you’re big and strong in certain places, Spencer,” you smiled at him, and began looking at the chairs.

You spotted it in the corner, then, the perfect tool for your torment. It seemed relatively new, barely used but still pretty sturdy, and you knew this was it.

“Hey, Rossi, what about this hammock in the corner, can I set this up, too?” you shouted back over to the group and grinned up at Reid.

“Do you have a death wish? Because if so, go ahead and tangle with that devil.” Rossi shouted back, not even looking up from the miriad of sausages and burgers he was working on.

“That sounds like a challenge to me, Doc.” You say and you start pulling it out into the sunlight, Reid steps behind you sighing in defeat. He knew that once you had your mind set on something, you were pretty stubborn about completing it.

“Okay, can you give me a boost?” The bed of the hammock fell to about your chest height, and whilst you knew you were probably able to climb in by yourself, you were wearing a particularly short sundress, and as much as you teased Reid, you didn’t exactly want to give the rest of your team and their families an eyeful.

“You want me to try to lift you into this thing?” Reid squeaked out, a look of confusion passing over his features.

“Yeah, just grab my hips and give me a boost and I’ll swing my legs over and straddle it. Then we can see what’s it's like.” He moved cautiously up behind you, letting his hands graze your waist.

“Reid, you’re going to have to hold me a bit tighter than that if we’re actually going to get anywhere.” You placed your hands over his and pushed his grip down stronger; you could practically hear him gulp from behind you. He pushed you up, and you almost had it, but you couldn’t quite pull yourself up and into it.

After a few attempts, you realised it wasn’t going to work. Reluctantly pulling yourself out of Reid’s grip, you turned to face him.

“New plan, you get in first and pull me up.”

“What? I don’t want to go anywhere near that thing, didn’t you hear what Rossi said?”

“Come on Reid, just this once, for me? We have to try at least!” you pouted up at him now with pleading eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t have to resort to batting your eyelashes at him to get him to agree.

“One attempt, and then I’m grabbing a normal chair and leaving, okay?” He negotiated, but you didn’t care and excitedly wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in for a hug.

“Yay, thank you! I love you, Reid, you know that?” you pulled back slightly to deliver that last line, your arms still around his neck, watching the redness spread upto his cheeks.

He mumbled a quick whatever and pulled away to begin his attempts.

Perhaps it was his few extra inches of height or spindly frame, but Reid managed to climb up quite easily, not even rocking the hammock that much in his ascent.

He sat up pretty steadily, and you lifted your arms to him, and that’s when it all started going wrong. You’re combined weight wasn’t enough to break the hammock, but it was enough to set it off into an unsteady rocking that made your stomach lurch slightly. You swung your leg as best you could over Reid’s, already in the hammock, and as soon as you found some purchase there, he lowered one hand to pull your lower body up as well.

It was just unfortunate that the place his hand landed was directly over your ass, and you let out a sharp gasp as he grabbed it tightly and hauled you up to sit directly over him, chest to chest, practically straddling his entire body in the cramped space of the hammock bed.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I meant to grab your hip.” He tried to let go of you and push his hands up where you could see them, but the sudden movement made the hammock lurch dangerously so you snapped your hand over his and forced them back to their previous position.

“No sudden movements, Spencer, I don’t particularly want to be the butt of all jokes for the next year if we fall out of this thing.” You panicked slightly and squirmed a little in your position, trying to explore your range of movement.

“How are we going to get out of this if we can’t move?” he shot back at you, a look of mild discomfort on his face, and an I-told-you-so begging to escape his lips.

“If you just give me a minute to explore our options, maybe I would be able to figure that out.”

“If you keep squirming like that we’re going to have more problems than just how to get down,” he huffed under his breath, but he was so close that it was impossible for you to miss it.

It was your turn to blush now, as you caught his insinuation. With his hand firmly on your ass, and your legs either side of his, you could feel the entire length of his body below you. Each squirm you made the dampness between your legs pool a little bit more and then you in-turn squirmed even more in a vicious cycle.

After a few minutes, there was no denying that the thing prodding your core was Spencer’s sizable… appendage.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry, it’s just a natural reaction,” he groaned out from below you when he realised you could feel it too, and you’d never heard anything so beautiful as the moans he was accidentally vocalising.

“It’s my fault, I’m sorry for being so stubborn about this. Let me see if I can figure something else out,” you cautiously slid your hands up his chest, and he screwed his eyes shut. Pushing against his shoulders, you slowly pulled yourself up to a seated position, doing your best to not rock the hammock too much. The new position did nothing to dampen the friction the two of you were feeling, and you knew that you were a few seconds away from a point of no return. Your hips bucked slightly against him against your will, and you really hoped he hadn’t noticed that was totally not to the benefit of you getting out of the hammock.

You looked down to the ground so you could see how far the descent would be, and if you’d have to call for backup anytime soon. Luckily you thought you’d be able to make it if you just swung your legs over the side and got out as quickly as possible, but fate had other plans.

“Spencer, Y/N what are you two doing over here?” came Emily’s voice from behind you. Spencer’s eyes shot open and he pulled his head up slightly to look at her. However, his movement had rocked the hammock a little bit harder than before, so he had to grab your hip to steady the two of you, pushing you further down into him. You did your best to stifle the moan, biting down hard on your tongue as you did so.

“Oh you know, just hanging out,” he managed to get out in reply, his voice notably higher than it usually was.

“You sure you guys don’t need any help? That doesn’t look like the safest of chairs.” Emily’s questioning stare never lifted and you knew that if she caught wind of what was actually going on, you wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye for an entire year. You couldn’t accept the help.

“Yeah, we were just going to climb down in a second, we’re just checking to see how… sturdy it is right now.”

“Sturdy. Right. Well, Rossi said the food would be ready to start serving in a few minutes and asked me to call you guys over.”

“We’ll be right there, thanks Emily.” You smiled at her and she made to walk away, a suspicious look still on her face.

“What do you mean we’ll be right there, I can’t go over there like this!” Spencer whisper yelled into your ears.

“What else was I supposed to say to get her to go away,” you whisper yelled back. You ran a free hand through your hair, and shifted again, your legs beginning to cramp up a little in the awkward position.

“Okay you get down, I’ll make a break for the bathroom, say all this moving around made me need to pee or something, and then we meet up again on the patio and pretend this never happened?” he said and you nodded quickly.

You began to lift your body weight up and remove your legs from the tangle you were stuck in, and that’s when the hammock reared it’s ugly head for the final time. As you lifted your leg slowly, you accidedntally got your foot stuck in the side of the fabric, and pinned there but still moving, the hammock toppled and spat both of you out unceremoniously.

Reid landed ontop of you with a hard thud. You let out a sweet curse, just as Reid pushed his body weight onto his hands, taking some of the pressure off of you after the fall. You stared up into his eyes as you realised you’d found yourself in yet another compromising situation and you deepeded to a scarlet red as you realised your sundress had blown up completely in your descent, and he was now neatly nestled in between your legs, with your damp underwear on display for him.

Looking down at you, he took a beat too long to react, and you squirmed under his gaze, feeling appropriately trapped, before he sprung up and offered you a hand up.

You took his hand and rearranged your dress, thankful that the smell of the food had distracted everyone from your embarrassing fall.

“Okay, we’re out.” You were flustered and you didn’t know what else to say.

“Yep, that was certainly one way to do it,” Reid replied, as you avoided his gaze. You wrapped your arms around yourself, and he made to do so similarly, trying his best to rearrange himself so the bulge in his pants wasn’t so noticeable.

“You should get to the bathroom.”

“You should get to the food.” He retorted and you finally made to move, but stopped yourself turning around quickly to face the man again.

“Before I go,” you said and you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss into his mouth, feeling as giddy as a teenager braving her first kiss. You turned away just as fast and made your way back to the party, leaving a flustered and spluttering Reid behind as you made a beeline for the food.

“So, what’d you think of the hammock?” Rossi asked you as you began loading your plate up. You put on your best poker face and begged noone had noticed anything out of the ordinary.

“You were right. That thing is dangerous,” was your only response, and you retreated into the corner to finish your food. You sat there waiting eagerly for Reid to return, not just so you could be in his presence again and see how he was reacting to your kiss, but also so you could get the image of him dealing with his situation out of your mind.

It seemed that being a tease and working him up hadn’t quite ended so well for you that day.

You blamed the hammock.

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[hartlesshart]

I have something to say - If you aren’t going to read the whole thing, then skip it. But I really hope you do. My intention is not to cause drama. I just felt this was important to say because I love this community and I want it to be the best it can be.

A few days ago, a very unfortunate thing happened on a certain post about Talanah and Seyka. I called someone out on what was a case of weaponizing a racist incident. Instead of having a meaningful discussion, my comments were deleted and called “inappropriate accusations.”

Long story short - several reblogged and commented on this post about how Talanah was constantly being tagged as Seyka. To be clear, this is not a good thing and I believe every single one of those post to be valid in their frustration. But I have also seen it happen the other way around to my own work (Seyka tagged as Talanah). None of this is okay but while it is exhausting, remember that mistakes do happen.

So I made a comment about my experience and my comment was dismissed because apparently it “hadn’t been seen.” I responded to this with an honest truth of how dismissals of experience affects people like me.

The thing about racism is that it doesn’t happen in a vacuum. You don’t get to pick and choose who it happens to just to fit your narrative. Dismissing it because you didn’t personally see it is harmful, especially to fans from marginalized groups who may not feel comfortable sharing their experiences in the future.

My comment was deleted and later referred to as an “inappropriate accusation” and “harassment.” Was it an accusation? Yes. Was it inappropriate? No. Was it harassment? Absolutely not - I took time to respond so it wouldn’t be seen that way. However, the comments involving Talanah mistags were kept. The comments defending a fictional character. To be clear, I am not saying these comments are not justified. It is incredibly frustrating to work so hard on a piece only for it to be tagged as another character. However, the fact other comments (including my personal experience), that challenged the narrative that these mistaggings were only happening to Talanah, were being deleted is problematic and a form of silencing. Intentional or not - this is a racist microaggression - and yes, I do deal with stuff like this in real life.

It became immediately clear to me that the goal here wasn’t to raise awareness or do anything about the racist misnaming but instead use it to put down a group in this community. And judging a whole group by the actions of a few bad apples is literally where prejudice begins. All of this pettiness stemming from - let’s face it - an unnecessary shipping war in a FICTIONAL STORY. I was incredibly disappointed and saddened because I know we are better than this.

I am not speaking out because I want to cause drama. Undoing systemic racism is something I am deeply passionate about because it affects so many people in my life. If someone calls you out on a problematic take, please take a moment to listen and reflect, even if it makes you uncomfortable. Do not follow the impulse to block or delete. This work is extremely exhausting for everyone, but it is SO important. We all carry prejudices and biases. We are human. But we can also learn because we are all human. I have been called out many times in life by my friends. I have made so many ignorant comments and mistakes. And I will still make them. Hearing I have is not easy at all but it is all part of growing.

Speaking out like this isn’t really my thing but I felt the need to make a comment that can’t be deleted by anyone. I love the Horizon community and I want it to be a safe and inclusive space for everyone no matter where you are from. That is what these games are about. Understanding people from different backgrounds, opinions and traditions in order to work together. 

You don’t have to be fans of the same characters. You can love or be disappointed with the canon. You can respectfully give and listen to critiques of these characters. And you can celebrate representation even if it’s not the direction you wanted Horizon to go in.

Whatever these games have given you is yours to keep.

Just don’t be an asshole about it (at least in public, what you do in private is none of anyone’s business so…) -> that goes to all fans in all groups. It is never okay to harass or hurt anyone - and especially over fictional characters.

(Also please respect the devs - we are lucky they are able to pour their hearts into this game for all of us to enjoy and frankly the direction is their creative choice)

This vibrant community is full of so much talent and love for this amazing series. I have made some truly incredible friends, worked on some hilarious and delightful collaborations and have seen wicked talent come together to make something special. Just look on the horizon, and you’ll see a certain 100% fan-made game coming soon, which has a little something for everyone!

Keep creating. Ignore the bad apples. Don’t be an asshole. I’m going back to drawing silly things. - from the hart 

#horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #horizon critical #horizon fandom #talanah #seyka #burning shores #fight racism #microaggressions #be antiracist #horizon #hfw

[femslashfeb]

HELLO ALL

TLDR

No reblogging from the blog this year - posting prompts tomorrow the 31st

For the past few years I've very much struggled with reblogging everyone's activity in the tag. So this year I will not be doing so.

(OR maybe I will? I just don't want to commit)

Even if I knew how to make a bot that reblogs - a lot of people still use the unique tag to tag outside challenges. So I've always had to hand submit. However it became too stressful for me and for the past few years I ended up avoiding it until later weeks or even months.

If you noticed I didn't finish reblogging last year so- I've just given up on that.

Honestly I've struggled a lot with depression for the last 7 years or so. It's been harder and harder to find my way back to tumblr. It doesn't help that my phone can barely handle the amount of apps it already has.

My main account @puff-pink hardly ever updates because of my big sad. And I don't know if I'll ever get back on the horse in the same way I did before.

Some of you know me as an artist, and tho I still churn out subpar art for my day-job I've struggled a lot to make art for myself during my depression. Partially because one year I overworked my hand - and still deal in continual wrist aches. Even the weeks I don't pick up a drawing tool.

I intended this challenge for myself and maybe the small fandoms I was in at the time. But it took off among writers and creators of all types across all fandoms.

One year I even tried to tally the most popular fandoms but there were honestly too many to keep track of- and I stopped after the first three pages of submissions.

I don't claim to have invented the concept of FemSlash February. Before I started the prompts I swear I had heard the phrase somewhere. Tho not sure where. Perhaps it had been amongst my friends on Skype. Back when I had online friends and Skype(I'm still not sold on Discord🤷‍♀️).

However that January I thought it would be fun to partake in a challenge of some kind. But scouring tumblr and the general internet. I could only find half hearted efforts on fanfiction sites from years past.

I'm so proud of all my Sapphic creators on here that have partaken every year. Even if I've never shown favoritism or awarded anyone. I do notice those that actually complete the challenge AND those that keep coming back each year(looking at you H20 writer(I don't remember your username but there's a mermaid writer that's a writing machine)). I truly am proud of you especially in my shriveled state of creativity. Thank you for your efforts. For your hype. And for your love of women of all kinds across all the universes.

Each year I'm surprised to find even more categories I never thought to include. From mood boards, to doll photography, to ofc the classic art and writing. May your pencils forever be in union with your sister mediums.

On that note. There is a strict NO AI GENERATED ART or writing this year.

Not that I could physically stop anyone who does use AI. But I do not want that sort of thing associated with this challenge. It's become scarily good in 2023 to the point it can't always be identified. So I simply ask for the honor system when it comes to AI generated creations.

That being said. If you've made it to the end of this post:

Prompts will be posted tomorrow.

I usually prefer to give yall more of a buffer, but I've been busy. Both with Big Sad, rescuing some feral cats, my own life, errands, chores and work.

If you're still here- here is a preview of the first three days.

FEB 1 - black

FEB 2 - spring

FEB 3 - cake

The 14th as usual will be some sort of Valentine romance type theme(haven't decided specifically yet) and as always there will be a Rest Day.

Expect some repeat prompts. In the past I tried to avoid them but idc anymore.

It's also a Leap Year this year so expect one extra prompt to throw off the symmetry of what's normally 28 days.

Thanks for coming back this year. And thank you to those that still check on this blog.

❤️🧡🤍💜🩷

Keep loving girls

-PuffPink

#femslashfeb #femslash february #femslashfeb2024 #lesbian

[prettyboykatsuki]

★ tags ; bakugou x reader, drunkness, flirting, grinding, etc. 18 +

★ wc ; 764

★ a/n ; i was listening to give it up to me, by sean paul

"Dance with me."

"I don't dance."

You give Bakugou a pout. Normally a little more subdued when flirting, the alcohol in your system has emboldened you. You wrap an arm around his neck, the cold solo cup pressing against his skin with a frown. He stumbles forward just a little, head ducked down to look at you.

You flick your eyes down to his lips, back up to his eyes - pulling back. You can feel how much he wants to kiss you, and so do you.

But not now, not yet. You brush your nose against his with a warm hum, whispering against his lips.

"You sure?"

He glances at you with a sigh, hand on your waist.

"...I'm a shit dancer." He replies, the second time. You beam at him, pulling back to take his hand in yours and lead him to the dance floor. There's a lot of people in the middle of it, one of those kickbacks that Sero throws that always gets a little out of hand.

But there's music and loud speakers, something with a steady beat and rhythm that you can grind your hips to. You want to dance with Bakugou, you've decided that much. You weave your way through the crowd until there's enough of clearing for you two to stand.

And Bakugou is hovering over you, stiff but carefully watching your every move. You wrap a loose arm around his neck again, as he steps closer to you. The tension rolls in slowly as one tracks fades out and the next one fades in - a little punchier than the last with more room to move.

"I'm surprised a pretty boy like you can't dance. I'm sure people ask you?" You tease. He scowls at you.

"I don't accept the advances of just anyone. And I can do classical and shit, but I don't like clubbing."

"So you're saying you don't know how to do the fun dancing?"

He frowns at you but can't hold back his smile.

"Fuck off."

You chuckle before sliding your hand down his chest. You don't remember when you lost your cup but it frees your movement as you secure your hands on his hips.

"You gotta feel the music and play it by ear," You hum, pushing his hips in and out slowly to the pace of the beat "Loosen your hips up and roll 'em forward."

It takes him a minute to register your words but he catches on easily. You thought he would, his agility always impressive. But he's still stiff against you, making you giggle.

"Don't laugh at me, jackass."

"You're stiff, but not bad. Don't tense up, let the song guide your gestures. With a little step like this.." You demonstrate your gestures of him, arm on his shoulder.

His legs are slotted between yours as you roll your hips to the music, swaying side to side to give the movement body. Bakugou scoffs first, before slowly copying your gestures. You grin as you start to move in tandem.

"Now your shoulders, same principal yeah?"

You feel the tension in his chest undo like a rope unraveling, his expression ever so slightly pleased as he moves like you. Soon your dancing together to the music, and Bakugou has a slight grin on his face as his gaze falls between your bodies. You lean in as you both listen to the music, finally finding the right pace.

"This is the part where you pull me close, so I can feel you move." You whisper.

His expression twists into one of challenge and before you know, his hands around your back - till your torsos are touching. You can feel the muscles in his body as he dance together. You're so close, you're sharing air. You can feel your core singe with heat as Bakugou watches you so intently. His eyes on your body, the bitterness of alcohol in his breath, the callouses in his hand as they touch your bare skin on your spine.

"You're not a bad dancer, Bakugou."

"Call my name if you're gonna get me like this."

You laugh if only to mask the tension you feel.

"Not a bad dancer, Katsuki."

He raises a brow as he slows, one hard roll of hips that makes time slow down.

"That right?"

"Mmm. I'd say so. You move your hips like a natural."

He gets in your space again, lips so close to yours but not enough to kiss you. He grins, pleased.

"I'll tell you now," He whispers, voice gruff "Didn't learn to move 'em like this from dancing."

#katsuki <3 #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #writing tag #I WANT TO GRIND WITH HIM THIS SUCKSNJHDFKS

[tallymonster]

Memories of Us Chapter 16

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Slowly getting my updates out lol sorry for the shitty upload schedule. Blame my depression 😘

Thanks as always to @cheesy-cryptid for blessing me with their permission to use their art as the launching pad to this fic that has helped me deal with my grief. Also to my besties @micropoe10 and @tragedybunny for indulging me and for being my main support system when the sadness takes my mind over. I owe you guys my life. 🫂❤️

Anyway, enjoy!

In the evening, Astarion takes his leave. They part with a kiss as he departs in the cloak of growing darkness. Octavia sits alone in her house, the dull cracking of the firewood soothed the ache she felt. She meant to tell Astarion her secret, but he instead surprised her with one of his own.

Octavia could have never imagined the dinner with Astarion ending in an even more complicated situation. As she takes it all in, she notices the mess around her.

The wine bottles and glasses are still on the table, there are cushions upturned on the floor, and her underwear is still on the armrest. She takes a second to chuckle at the entirety of these last two days. How quickly the tables had turned.

Octavia begins to collect the confetti of garbage around her when she hears a knock at her door. “Oh shit, please don't tell me he came back for something.” she groans. Tying her hair back, she exhales and swings the door open. She's surprised to see Gale of all people, in front of her with a bag.

“Good evening! By the look on your face, I gather you forgot about you asking me to come over a couple of days ago? Maybe you even forgot about the whole ‘showing me the journal you were bequeathed by your mother and revealing more of your past to me’ that you mentioned?” Gale finishes with a smile.

After a few rapid blinks from Octavia, he holds up the bag and says “I brought booze?” Octavia smiles and opens the door wider, allowing him to pass her. “Come on in friend, you and I happen to have a few interesting things to talk about.”

Gale steps through and sees the small disaster area that she calls a living room. He grimaces and turns to her, “This is not what I remember it looking like in here? Are your living quarters usually this disheveled??”

Octavia scoffs and feigns offense. She picks up one of the cushions near the coffee table and throws it towards Gale, missing him. “Damn it!” she laughs, playfully stomping on the ground. “I was hoping I smacked you so I could tell Astarion! He would never let you live that down.”

Gale pours himself a drink, “Haha yes laugh it up at my expense, but when I do things like this-” He snaps his finger and within seconds Octavia’s living room is perfect. “You would be a right mess without me. Admit it.” Gale smirks with a playful laugh, he was right, though.

Octavia grabs Gale’s glass and drinks it, “You wizards and your magic cleaning spells. Show off, probably don't even know how to clean your dishes properly.” He stares at her with a challenging look, he lifts up his hand and places his thumb and forefinger together.

“Please, if you want to antagonize me, I could revert it to your previous standards?” Gale’s eyes turn mischievous, he glances at her waiting for a reaction.

“You wouldn't dare, then I can't show you the book that you wanted to see.” Octavia says teasing his need for knowledge. Gale opens his mouth to say something, but does a double take when he notices Octavia’s bra peeking out of the corner of the couch.

Gale lets out a scandalized laugh, his head thrown back along with his eyebrows. “Wow, with the way your undergarments are stuffed in the cushions, you’d think you had sex with Astarion!” He reaches down and grabs the piece of forgotten clothing and holds it out like a freshly caught fish. “Gods, you couldn't even bother to grab this? If I could have seen it, my spell would have picked it up for you, oh well.”

Octavia snatches her bra back and throws it towards her bathroom. Her face fully flushed, she ignored Gale’s question and walked towards her bookshelf. “Oh GODS! You did, didn't you, Octavia?” Gale followed behind her, dropping the bag softly at the end of the coffee table.

“Octavia, talk to me… what happened between you two?” Gale asks with a softer, yet suspicious tone. Octavia continues to look through her bookshelf picking out a brown, worn leather bound book. She turns back to Gale and sighs.

“Gale…” she starts and grimaces. “Octavia…” he answers. The two of them stay locked in a stare, neither one wanting to crack, until Octavia begins to giggle. Her cheeks flush and her eyes remain closed. She places the book on her forehead shielding her face from Gale.

“Took you long enough. I was wondering if it would happen soon or if two would just keep pining away for another six months.” Gale laughs as he pulls the book away from Octavia’s grasp.

He turns to sit on the couch as Octavia grabs another bottle out of Gale’s bag. She joins him, sitting down calmly and says, “Do you have more in there? I have a lot to talk to you about, in particular…” Octavia opens the bottle and takes a long drink from it, exhaling loudly once she swallows the alcohol. “How long have you known about Astarion being a vampire?”

Gale's eyes widen in shock, he turns to Octavia, his face is completely blank aside from the giant frown on his lips. “WHAT? I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN?” Gale nervously looks around, gripping Octavia’s book tightly in his hands. His eyes darted back and forth trying to focus on something other than Octavia.

“Gale, please don't keep lying to me. Besides, Astarion already told me himself.” Octavia takes her time pouring the wine into the other empty glass on the table. There's so much she wants to know, but Gale isn't the person to ask. “Why didn't you tell me? I thought we were friends, I opened up to you about my family. The least-”

“Stop. Stop right there.” Gale holds up his hand, “That was not my story to tell you, Octavia. You know damn well I wouldn't dare cross any of Astarion’s boundaries. This was something he explicitly told me not to tell you.”

Gale places the book down, giving Octavia the look a disappointed parent gives their delinquent teen.

“Why do you insist on testing boundaries? I get that you feel lied to, but I can't risk my friendship with him for you. He and I have an understanding that I have never had with anyone else. I can't really explain it, but it feels like he and I have been friends in another life. Who knows?” Gale shrugs, and leans back. “Anyway, I'm happy you two are doing well. Next time please grab your underwear before I come over?”

Octavia is quiet, she looks down at the book on the table, she picks it up along with the glass of wine. She hands the book to Gale and takes a sip of her drink. Gale’s eyes linger on Octavia’s wrist before she remembers the two puncture wounds on it. She retracts her hand and covers it up under the knitted cardigan she wore.

She could feel her face flush, how the hell would she be able to explain that away?

“You know what, I’m not even going to ask nor do I care. What you and Astarion do when you two are alone is entirely NONE of my business.” There was a brief pause, Octavia was about to say something before Gale cut her off. “How did it feel though? When he bit you?”

Octavia smirked and shot him a playful look, Gale swallowed and laughed, “You can't blame me, I'm a lover of knowledge, and well….can't say I haven't been a little curious…not many people remember what happened to the vampires in the Underdark. By the change in your expression I'm guessing you don't either?”

Octavia shakes her head, she heard stories from her family about the runaway spawn that were freed when her great grandmother was out on her adventure. Their plight at the hands of that evil bastard Cazador. The way they looked at her with hunger and fear. “I only know a little from stories my grandmother told me, what do you know?”

Gale looks at her with a forlorn stare, he bites his lips and his brows knit in a sorrowful expression. “Those people, the thousands of victims of such cruelty, a lot of them died when they were on their trek to the Underdark. Astarion has told me stories from when he would visit them. He has friends, family, people he knew who didn't make it. You and I were lucky and fortunate enough to have parents, a home, friends, the luxury of a life well lived. He doesn't. At least not one he remembers fondly.”

Octavia is shocked at what Gale tells her, she had no idea the type of horrific events that would have led Astarion to where he is now. “Gods…” she breathes out, her heart aching at the images being conjured in her mind.

“Please believe me when I tell you that I've been pushing him to try to open up to you and trust you. He’s not the type of person to put it all out there immediately.” Gale places his hand on Octavia’s shoulder, “Give him time to feel comfortable and you will get your answers. Now please, can I read this incredibly interesting journal you told me about??”

Octavia laughs softly, she leans over, grabs the book on the table a hands it to Gale. She sighs and takes a drink. Her mind is still buzzing, she can't think about those things and place Astarion in the middle of it. He's such a guarded person and now it was all making sense.

Gale leafs through the journal carefully, stopping and throwing his head back a little. His eyes flit back and forth for a few moments before he glances back at Octavia.

“Quote ‘Gale is nice enough, but he talks way too much. He and I shared a moment in the Weave earlier tonight. I felt this wonderful power flowing throughout my body . Like I was being held in a blanket of pure magic and ecstasy. My mind couldn't help imagine Gale kissing me. I mean he is pretty good looking, not gonna lie, he has these beautiful brown eyes that just seem to burn with his emotions….it's just…I don't really see myself with him…not when there's others who are capturing my attention much more ardently.’”

Octavia and Gale sat in an awkward silence for a few moments before the both of them broke out in a fit of laughter. The irony of Gale hitting on her at the night of the fundraiser coming back to them. “Guess it runs in the family then?” Octavia manages to say in the middle of her giggles, she wipes a tear at the corner of her eye and presses her hand to her cheek.

“That's so embarrassing, I'm so embarrassed for my great grandfather. What do they call that? Secondhand embassment?? Oh gods, have I apologized enough for that? I'm so sorry, I was so drunk.” Gale laughs and flips through the pages some more. He takes a drink and points out another passage.

He pushed the book onto Octavia’s hands, pointing to the paragraph in the middle of the page. Octavia begins to read it as Gale adjusted his reading glasses. “ Tonight, I had a little run in with the newest member of our little group. Turns out he's a vampire!” Octavia almost drops the book in her hands as Gale stares at her.

“Oh my GODS , no one ever mentioned a VAMPIRE in the party? Do you think Astarion knows who it is?? Do you think it could be someone connected to Cazador? I can't believe this..” Octavia’s hands tremble slightly as she looks down at the page.

“Octavia, there's no way he wouldn't know who it was, we could-” Gale begins to speak excitedly, but is cut off by Octavia who curtly responds, “No. We can't open up that old wound. You literally just gave me a whole lecture about respecting his boundaries, it seems very hypocritical of us to go prying into things when all we have is speculation.”

Gale nods and takes the book from her hands again. He flips for a minute until he lands on another passage mentioning the vampire in the group. “Here's another one..’ Tonight he seemed more distant…I figured that he was hungry again, but he didn't want to feed on my blood like the last couple of nights. Maybe I'll see what’s going on when he comes back.

I truly think there's something else going on with him, there's no way he can survive on the little he's been eating lately. Even with the abundant livestock and wild animals around. It seems that after Moonrise he's been pulling away from me more.

I thought it was just the whole thing with that creepy Drow lady or just being in the Shadow-cursed Lands messing with his head but…

I just don't know what to say or do anymore, we have to find out what this all means for him. I love him too much to let him down. We can figure this out together, I know we can.’ Huh, seems Tav was letting this vampire feed on her blood? Sounds like a terrible idea.” Gale passes the book back to Octavia, she places it on her lap and lets her mind wander.

She plays with the edge of the cover, letting the texture of the old leather ground her some. She starts to scratch at the corner with her nail, flicking the material until she feels it crack. Octavia gasps and stares down at the book.

“Octavia? What's wrong? Something else in there?” Gale looks back at her with concern. Octavia holds the book up as the cover separates from the corner. She glances back at Gale who throws his hands up in the air. They both stare at the book before Octavia rips the old leather cover off.

Gale gasps as if someone just slapped his mother, he clasps both hands on his mouth and shoots up on the couch. “What have you done?? That's a piece of history! We could have put that in the museum! I cannot believe you just destroyed-”

Octavia shoots him an annoyed look “Gale, I can destroy as many of my family heirlooms as I want. If you want to scold me on the historical integrity, you can do so after we solve this mystery. Now shut up and look at this!!”

She places the cover face up on the table, the crackled leather has evidence of I'm being tampered with previously. She placed the book cloth lined shell next to it and stared at the symbols and notes drawn all over both pieces.

‘eyes like knives that cut deep from within me. they sunk into me and never let me go. You must find out. I know that if you figured this out, you can find him and put this longing I've had to rest.’

Gale and Octavia stare at each other. In trying to solve one mystery it seems like they've uncovered possibly two more? From trying to find the subject in the paintings, the log book Astarion gave to Octavia, and now this secret that was hidden deep within the roots of Octavia’s family tree.

Octavia grabs her wine glass and throws back the rest of the liquid, swallowing with a hiss. Gale was preoccupied with the book cloth shell, he had his hands clasped together with two fingers sticking up in front of his lips. He had a look of quiet contemplation, serious and determined.

Gale hums and sighs, he sucks his teeth and leans back. “Something fucky is going on with this book…give me a little room.”

Suddenly he lifts both hands, placing them parallel to the table surface. He takes a few deep breaths, closes his eyes, and speaks words in a language Octavia has never heard before.

As he speaks, a faint lilac light surrounds the book and cover. The light begins to glow and pulse as Gale continues to speak. Octavia has no idea what the fuck is even happening but she's too stunned to speak. She watches as some faint words begin to rise up from the paper and cloth.

Gale finishes the spell and exhales shakily, he rolls his shoulders and places his hands down. He opens his eyes and looks at Octavia. She notices little bits of energy crackling along the tips of his hair. He shakes his head and she watches as the sparkles fly off and land in various places along her living room. “Sorry, I still haven't gotten the hang of controlling the energy blasts.”

Gale and Octavia laugh as he blows a little spark off the tip of his nose. He blinks rapidly and smiles at her bashfully. “Let's see what we uncovered, eh?” Octavia nods and turns to look back at the book.

On the spine of the book there were some glyphs drawn, Gale carefully picks up the book and inspects them. His brows shoot up in surprise, he looks at Octavia, his eyes wide as the plates in Octavia’s kitchen.

He turns to look at her, his expression completely astounded. “You have to see this.” He hands her the book as she looks at the cover. Along the spine she sees a string of words written in quick succession.

In this book, I have hidden my truth.

The words are there for you to find him.

I need to know what happened.

My star, my heart.

I await you in death.

However long it takes.

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[snowwhite-andtheknight]

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[your-subby-creature]

Intro Post:

Hi! I finally remembered to make one of these, let me know if I missed anything :^)

Last updated: 04/09/24

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Basics

Names: Creature or Hal/Halogen

Age: 20

Pronouns: he/it/pet/they

Gender: Genderqueer Trans Man

Interested in: anyone of any gender, especially other queer and trans people <3

Relationship status: Single and unowned (and a relationship anarchist so eh who really cares in the first place)

Role: Submissive Verse (leaning bottom)

DNI: Minors, Pedos (MAPS/NOMAPS/PEARS),bestiality/zeta, bigots of any kind or those who fetishize them, ED / weight blogs, self-harm (SH) blogs, no age in bio/pinned, anyone who doesn't believe that consent is always and forever the highest priority

Non-kinky interests: queer & trans community and history, art, crochet, baking, podcasts, nonfiction books, disability and neurodiversity, paganism, psychology, language/linguistics, history (I'll love you forever and also never shut up if you ask me about my research <3)

What I look like: Since I don't post or send pictures I should probably describe myself. I'm a white 5'0" (152.4 cm) fat and invisibly disabled guy. I'm entirely hairless due to an autoimmune condition (alopecia!), have grey eyes, and wear glasses.

DMs: Open

Asks: Open

Taken Emoji Anons: 🐑, 🍯🐾, ☆, ✨️,🎀, 🦴, 🐺🦊🐶, 🦊🕳, 📸

Tags: #Creature originals (original posts), #Creature responds (asks) #Creature scenes (based on scenes in dms or requested) #Creature rambles (misc thoughts), #Creature Studies (academia), #Creature polls (polls) #Creature denial (denial challenges) #puppy playtime saga continues (exactly what it sounds like)

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Kinks

Favorites: cnc, obedience, (cock)worship, control, praise, (loving) degradation, humiliation, objectification, hypnosis, free use, training, pet names, pain, impact, bruising/marking, cockwarming, discipline, sexual torture, ownership, oral fixation, dehumanization, boywife, petplay, orgasm control, body writing, domesticity, cages, corruption, experimentation/scientist kink, anal,

Soft limits: blood, detrans/misgendering, light choking or breathplay, heavy piss, light burning, kidnapping, rimming, needles, bratting, wet and messy, lactation, vomit, primal chasing, spitting in my mouth, heartbeat/cardiophilia

Hard limits: Raceplay, scat, abdl, bestiality/zeta, snuff/gore, pregnancy / birthing, sissification/feminization, hard breathplay, drowning, real incest, feederism, guns, fat fetishism, bald fetishism, SH fetishism, ED fetishism, farts/eprocto, abandonment, fuckpig, sub/sub competition, prolapse, ocular trauma

Presume anything not listed above is something I am neutral to / okay with. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask!

My body: I am on T but have not had any surgery. Acceptable terms include chest, tits, slit, cunt, pussy, hole, (t)cock, (t)dick, and ___parts (e.g. puppy parts or needy parts, etc.)

Terms: I love masculine, neutral, or objectifying terms! Anything that is not explicitly feminizing (eg good girl, princess) is fine; whore, slut, cunt, and bitch are alright. Do not call me slurs without asking. Never use the words annoying, worthless, useless, or pig(gy) in reference to me.

Safewords: For scenes and role-playing I tend to use the stoplight system (green/yellow/red), but if asked for a unique personal safeword, I use "Fluoride"

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Interacting

Pictures / Videos: DO NOT ASK ME FOR PICTURES OR VIDEOS. Presume that I will NEVER send them unless I initiate and explicitly ask your consent to send them. However, feel free to send me any pictures or videos of yourself or of things you find hot (as long as it's all legal and consensual and doesn't violate my limits.)

Audios: I MIGHT send audios with your consent during role-play through a Vocaroo link that I will delete once the scene ends. This is subject to my own judgement, but you are always welcome to ask. You are free to send any (legal, consensual, limit-abiding) audio whenever you'd like.

Calls: Presume that I WILL NOT call you (yes, even on platforms where I don't have to give out my number) unless I initiate and explicitly ask. This is due to privacy concerns and is non-negotiable.

Asks: Asks are open and I love them! I'll always try to answer them, unless they directly violate one of my limits or ask me to doxx myself in some way.

Messages: Anyone is free to message me! I will always try to respond unless it goes against one of my limits, and I reserve the right to stop messaging at any time. Feel free to role-play, scene with me, etc. You get one strike on misgendering me in messages (e.g. "good girl") before the scene immediately stops and you most likely get blocked.

Role-play, flirting, or scenes: Within the confines of my limits and the understanding that either of us can stop or revoke consent at ANY TIME, feel free to role-play, flirt, or scene with me. Please note: I am autistic and have a tendency to unmask during scenes where I'm being given orders to enact IRL. For me this means following certain patterns of typing, taking instructions literally, and requiring clear directions.

Meet-ups: I WILL NOT meet up with you. Non-negotiable.

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[laundrybiscuits]

(purify our misfit ways tag)

“Wait,” says Steve. “That’s Eddie? Your boyfriend Eddie?”

Robin gags theatrically. “Ew, gross. Not my boyfriend, just a friend.”

Steve frowns. “Gross is kinda harsh. He’s the only guy you ever talk about, how was I supposed to know he’s not your boyfriend?”

“Uh, by maybe not assuming that I can’t just have a non-boyfriend friend who’s a boy? Or that I have to have a boyfriend at all in the first place? It’s not harsh for me not to want to date him.”

“Sure, whatever. Go ahead and live your sexless nerd life all you want.” Steve rolls his eyes, and Robin was right the first time, he really is a douchebag. She can’t believe she thought any differently, even for a moment.

“So, what’s up with the guy who’s not your boyfriend? Like, what’s his deal?”

Robin regards him narrowly. “What’s it to you?”

“Nothing, god. Am I not allowed to ask questions?”

“Steve Harrington,” says Robin. “You have been shockingly un-terrible so far. And I do mean shockingly. Every single time we have a shift together and you’re not the absolute scum of the earth, it is a shock to my system from which I will never truly recover. I might even risk permanent nerve damage and acknowledge that you have successfully achieved the rank of my least hated coworker, if only because Gordon is a total creep and Jenny doesn’t even pretend to clean up after herself. Despite this momentous achievement: if you start harassing Eddie, I swear on my life I will end you. There will be nothing left but a faint whiff of Aqua Net lingering in the air.”

“I’m not gonna—harass him! Or anyone! Jeez, Robin!”

Steve crosses his arms, sulking, because he’s a giant baby. Robin does feel a miniscule twinge of guilt, because she wasn’t lying; she’ll die before admitting it, but the last couple weeks working with Steve have been almost—fun, kind of. He’s still a dingus who screws up all the time, but he lets her boss him around without complaining or challenging her in some dumb boy way, and he has the kind of acid-tongued apathy towards the general public that normally takes years of social exile to develop. He actually laughs at her jokes most of the time, even when they’re mean.

But…Eddie’s being admittedly extremely weird, and she knows where her loyalties lie. She’ll be damned if she lets anyone scent weakness, no matter how much they may or may not have changed since high school.

“Just leave Eddie alone, okay?” she says. “He got enough of your shit at school.”

“I don’t even remember him from school,” whines Steve. “The hell are you talking about?”

“You didn’t remember me, either,” says Robin.

She remembers him, though. Everyone remembers Steve Harrington, whether they want to or not. Big house, no parents. Walked through the halls like there was a carpet rolled out in front of him, some girl on his arm and his sycophants milling.

The surge of vicious satisfaction she feels at the sight of him now, trapped behind a counter and dressed like a joke for minimum wage, is strong enough to make her pause. She knows this one: schadenfreude. Joy in others’ misfortune.

This isn’t who she wants to be.

She goes over to lean against the counter next to him.

“Listen, you’ll be out of here in the fall, right? Before you know it, Hawkins will just be a weird, distant memory. I’m sure your first college kegstand will propel you to all-new heights of popularity.”

“I’m, uh.” Steve looks away, scratching at his jaw. “I’m actually just. Taking some time right now. Figuring out my next moves, you know.”

“In Hawkins?” Robin stares at him incredulously. If she had to take a gap year, she’d—well, actually, she might need to take a gap year in Hawkins to save up if she can’t get enough financial aid. There’s no way Steve Harrington’s doing that, though.

“Aren’t you, like, rich?” she blurts out. She would be the worst spy in the entire world, god. “I mean, aren’t your parents paying for college?”

Steve’s still not looking at her. “They, uh, kinda cut me off. I’m not—I don’t know if I’m going to college. Might not be for me. Like I said, I’m just…figuring things out right now.”

“Um, okay,” she says. Robin’s getting that itchy feeling she gets sometimes, when it seems like people around her are having a totally different conversation than the one they’re having with their actual voices. It’s like trying to translate something from a new language, except she doesn’t have a dictionary or any guidebooks, just a torrent of meaning locked away where she can’t reach. And that would be fine, she likes figuring that kind of puzzle out in other contexts, but everyone else seems to be totally fluent in the silent language while Robin’s struggling to follow along at the slowest possible pace, and—

Oh. Steve didn’t get into college.

“What about technical school?” she says, before her brain can really catch up. “I mean—um, I just mean, like, if you’re not sure if the traditional college thing is for you, I know some people who—they prefer technical college. As an alternative.” Why can’t she ever, ever shut up? Steve doesn’t want to talk about this, she knows he doesn’t want to talk about this.

He drags his hand through his hair, dislodging the stupid sailor hat, and huffs out a laugh. It doesn’t sound happy. “Don’t think that’s for me either.”

And sure, if she’d actually stopped to think about it for a second, she might’ve been able to guess that in a place like Hawkins, even being captain of the swim team probably isn’t enough to snag a sports scholarship, and there’s no way Steve’s grades are even remotely okay. He’s just always seemed like the kind of guy who was going somewhere, who had a golden future, and she’d hated him a little bit for that.

So: Steve Harrington, high school graduate. Sure. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, obviously. Robin actually does know plenty of people who didn’t go to college. But almost all of those people are her parents’ flower-child friends who wanted to explore the world and do drugs and make art, not polo-clad jocks who don’t seem to even be aware that there’s a world outside Hawkins. It’s taking her a second to adjust.

“Yeah, I don’t think Eddie’s doing the college thing either,” she says. It’s an apology, though she hopes he doesn’t take it that way.

“He’s not?” says Steve, blinking as if the very notion of Eddie voluntarily submitting to higher education wasn’t completely laughable.

“I think he’s probably going to be a famous rockstar or something someday. He’s, like, crazy good on the guitar, you should hear him play.”

“Sure,” snorts Steve. “Tell you what, if we’re ever in the same room for more than two seconds, I’ll listen to whatever he’s got.”

(ETA: First chapter of this fic has been edited/expanded and posted on AO3)

#fic: purify our misfit ways #I feel like I'm slooowly dialing in on Robin's voice #I'm also trying really hard not to sand off all of S3 Steve's awkward edges bc he was an incredibly closed-off trainwreck #this snippet is really me just trying to figure out how exactly Robin started seeing Steve differently in this universe #what does that mean for this story? who knows! I have no idea where this is going at all! #cannot stress enough how little I plan this shit

[caramelcuppaccino]

lunlun's autumn studying challenge! #studyingunderthefallingleaves

Hi and hello everyone! Welcome to my blog and my studying challenge! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧ My name is Lunlun. I am creating this challenge because my uni started on October and I want to motivate myself and keep track of my studies. I hope you will participate and enjoy the challenge too!

• How to participate?

Just reblog this post! You don't need to follow me or anything like that. And do not forget to post your posts with the hashtag #studyingunderthefallingleaves so that everyone can see your posts! You do not need to start at a certain date. I wouldn’t even mind if you started the challenge during summer :] Just try to enjoy it and make sure you’re taking breaks and taking good care of yourself!

• Prompts:

Day 1: Welcome! Let’s start with a simple question: What is your major/What do you study?

Day 2: Share your goals for this challenge. What do you want to accomplish by the end of it?

Day 3: What does autumn mean for you?

Day 4: Share a song that has autumn vibes with us.

Day 5: Why did you choose your major/what you study?

Day 6: Are there other languages you learn besides your native langauge? If so, which ones?

Day 7: What is the best place to study for you in autumn?

Day 8: What do you like to drink while you study? You can share the recipe if you want!

Day 9: Do you have a memory, which happened during autumn, you remember with a smile on your face?

Day 10: What is your favorite thing about your major? Why?

Day 11: Which one of your courses do you like the most? And the one you just can’t like no matter what you do?

Day 12: Do you have any studying methods you use? If so, share them with us (please *sobs*)!

Day 13: Which one do you prefer: Digital devices and online platforms or notebooks and books? And why?

Day 14: Share a picture of your favorite pen/pencil!

Day 15: You’ve finished the half of the challenge (for now as more prompts will be added), so let’s look back at your goals. Are you getting closer to accomplishing them?

Day 16: Share an article you’ve read and enjoyed recently.

Day 17: What is your favorite thing about having a studyblr blog?

Day 18: Share a YouTube channel and/or a podcast you like to watch/listen that inspires you.

Day 19: How was your day? You can talk about anything; vent or share a moment. I personally am willing to hear!

Day 20: Where are you from and how is the school system in your country? As a prospective teacher, I like to hear about different education systems. For example, in my country, we have a 4+4+4 system where students study elementary, middle school and high school (seperately) for four years. Most departmens in universities are also for four years; however, medicine students, for example, have to study for six years.

Day 21: Share a random fact you know.

Day 22: What is your best feature according to you?

Day 23: Okay, you have to praise yourself with at least two sentences. Go! I am listening!

Day 24: What do you think about homeworks? Do you think they are necessary or just burden for students?

Day 25: What was your favorite subject as a child?

Day 26: What advice would you give to people who want/will start to study your major?

Day 27: What book are you reading right now? Do you like it so far?

Day 28: Share a playlist you listen to while studying.

Day 29: What is your favorite autumn food?

Day 30: It’s been a month already! How are you feeling? Is keeping up with the challenge tiring? Have you enjoyed it so far? Please share your thoughts!

• From Lunlun: I will add more prompts later, probably for 30 days again. I am posting this part for now as if I try to write more now, I know it’ll take more time for me to share the challenge and don’t wanna miss autumn!

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[itsclydebitches]

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Ted/Trent

Length: 1,338

Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Humor, Coming Out, Genderqueer Trent

Summary:

The Diamond Dogs, a group of men committed to supporting each other and sharing their most intimate thoughts, feelings, and experiences.

Fully settled in at Richmond and emboldened by Ted's support, Trent wants to challenge the "men" part.

Fic also below the cut!

“I heard the howl of an emergency meeting?”

Higgins popped his head into the coaches’ office, thankfully not out of breath this time. Ted waved him in while simultaneously shaking his head.

“No emergency, just an update. Trent? Gonna make like Windows and improve the Diamond Dogs’ operating system?”

“He better be fucking faster than Windows,” came Roy’s call from the next room, despite the fact that he wasn’t technically a group member and could, if he wanted, have left the club at any time.

He didn’t budge.

Truthfully, Trent was grateful for all of it: Ted’s joke, Roy’s gripes, the fact that they had waited until most everyone else had gone home before calling this meeting. It wasn’t that Trent was ashamed of his request, but it was... reassuring, to be cocooned between privacy and familiarity. It helped the tight knot in his stomach dissipate a bit. Ted may have been the one prone to panic attacks, but Trent had felt like he was on the edge of one all week, and his boyfriend has been disgustingly accommodating about the whole thing. Ted had willingly spent all his time over at Trent’s so he could stay wrapped in the same sweatpants and t-shirt combo he’d been turning to for support since his college days. There had been an endless stream of biscuits and tea, despite the fact that Ted wrinkled his nose whenever he portioned out Trent’s preferred blend. He’d fielded calls, emails, and one stupidly persistent mailman, had kept Stella entertained for literal days, listened to every wild theory that popped into Trent’s head about how this could go catastrophically wrong, all while gently steering him back towards reality with a skill Ted had never been able to apply to his own anxieties. They’d practiced this for fucks sake, and now all Trent could remember from those rehearsals was Ted saying, Breathe. Just breathe, darlin’.

He was looking at him now, mimicking a deep, satisfying breath. Trent instinctively copied him. That was better. Well, he was less likely to pass out, anyhow. Trent drew in another quick breath as all eyes turned his way. Right. He could do this. No different from asking a question in the press room, really. Trent Crimm, bringing the heat.

Into my cheeks maybe, he thought and conspicuously let his hair fall to curtain his face.

“Hello, ah... thank you all for coming...” Trent immediately winced. What was this, a graduation speech? Beard had just been barking into the phone. No one was laughing though and Ted gave him a subtle thumbs up that, really, wasn’t very subtle at all. Trent cleared his throat. “Yes, well... I asked everyone to er, mount up—” fuck he did not just say that, “—because I had a suggestion for the group. Or rather, a question?”

Questioning whether you have a question bloody hell, Trent! Get it together! Asking questions is literally your job!

Of course. Yes, he knew how to ask questions. Trent let out a breath and turned to Beard, professionalism wrapped around him like armor. “Three months ago you defined the Diamond Dogs as a ‘Group of men committed to supporting each other and sharing their most intimate thoughts, feelings, and experiences.’ Do you stand by that description?”

“I do.” No hesitation. “And as someone who understands the highs and lows of an eidetic memory, I appreciate the exact quote.”

Trent inclined his head. That nugget of anxiety was reforming so he spoke in a rush, almost too fast to be understood:

“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to reconsider the ‘men’ part?”

Beard pursed his lips and Trent told himself that it was a thinking pose, not disgust, nothing else there except what his anxious mind was conjuring up. Beside him there was a considering noise from Higgins and Trent felt the weight of Roy’s gaze on him from behind. He didn’t look away from Beard though, not even to look to Ted. If he did he’d simply cave and let the talkative, boisterous, emotionally intelligent man take hold of the conversation, desperate as he was to have this all go down smooth.

But Trent needed to do this himself.

Within moments Beard’s face had cycled through a hundred micro expressions, finally settling on a kind of giddy satisfaction. Trent felt like a puzzle that had been solved at lightning speed, but in a good way. Like someone else finally knew him.

“Two reasons why we’d want to change it,” Beard said, holding up fingers for emphasis. “Either there’s a woman you want to invite into the group—”

“Or someone else on the nonbinary spectrum,” Higgins pipped up. Trent couldn’t help but shoot him a surprised look. He shrugged. “My oldest has been experimenting lately so I’ve been learning all the—” jazz hands,“—terminology.”

Ted gave a little gasp. “Not Lindsay? The vicar?”

“That’s the one.”

“Well hot dog, good for him! Or is it good for them?”

“Them for now, but I’ll update you if it changes.”

“I appreciate that.”

Beard held up a commanding hand. “Ahem. Excellent correction, Leslie, but we’re getting off topic.”

“Actually, I think he's right on the money.” Trent’s voice came out a little quieter than he would have preferred, but at least it wasn’t shaking. “Because the second option, of course, is if a current member isn’t... a man.” He spread his arms in a ‘ta da’ movement. Lean into the vibe. Remember to breathe.

Like witnessing a miracle, Trent found that Beard was smiling. Just a tiny little twitch hidden among the hair, but it was there, it was noticeable, and oh thank fuck Trent could feel his own body again.

That hand—still raised, awkward for anyone other than the man who’d once rallied the team in a banana costume (a moment Trent had not been there for, but desperately wished he could have seen)—came down hard on the table with a satisfying crack. They all jumped and Beard’s voice rose to new, authoritative heights.

“ALL IN FAVOR OF—oh wait, Ted, did you want to do it?”

“No, sir, I ain’t stealin’ your thunder. Keep it going, that was amazing.”

“Thank you. ALL IN FAVOR OF CHANGING THE ‘MAN’ REQUIREMENT FOR ADMISSION INTO THE DIAMOND DOGS POST-HASTE SAY, ‘WOOF.’”

A chorus of exuberant howling answered him and Trent had to duck his head, as embarrassed as he was pleased. Beard was drumming chaotically on the table while Higgins panted like their namesake beside him. Beneath his hair, Trent caught Ted throwing him both a kiss and a wink, his expression a loving, Told you so. Cheeky bastard.

Beard pulled out a bottle from under the desk with a suspiciously blank label on it, pouring generously into the mugs Ted had snagged. Higgins briefly engaged him in conversation, asking if he should be learning another change in pronouns, but no. Trent hadn’t gotten that far yet. It was enough that Ted sometimes slipped a “Yes, ma’am” into their conversations, or told Trent he was beautiful during times when the rest of the world would probably disagree. Yes, that was enough... as was this.

Trent was so caught up in the celebration that it took him a while to realize that one of their pseudo-members had been worryingly silent. He turned to find Roy leaning against the door into their shared office, giving him a similar look-over to the one Beard had wielded. All at once Trent’s doubt came rushing back, especially when faced with someone he’d done wrong by in the past. Perhaps his newfound friendship with Roy was a one-sided delusion. Perhaps his forgiveness couldn’t extend to—

He interrupted Trent’s spiral with a grunt. “You’re... what’s the fucking word? Genderqueer?”

Higgins made an affirming noise that Trent was oh so grateful for. His own throat had closed up.

Roy nodded, harsh frown marring his features, and then intoned a single, clipped word:

“Cool.”

Ted and Beard lost their minds and Trent fell hard into the feeling of finally coming home.

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Tedependent #TedTrent #Ted x Trent #Coach Beard #Roy Kent #Leslie Higgins #Ted Lasso fic

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Unnamed GN! MC × Mammon

Fake Fic Title Meme - In which I got sent titles and wrote an extremely detailed summary of the fic I would have written for said title:

Leave a comment?🥺 because they mean the world to me and feed a starving soul🐸

Remember in S3 when MC's undergoing tests to become a Sorcerer & Lucifer becomes Barbie doll sized? MC, with the help of Beel, and Solomon tagging along, has to look after Lucifer for a day to pass the test. The brothers find out, rig up a system that transports them all into a game and now MC has to keep Lucifer safe for 24hrs within a roleplaying game while the rest of the brothers act as adversaries. One such person they must defeat is "The Monster of Greed" so they can earn money to buy armour. In canon they do this by what is basically a pokemon battle with MC using Beel. In this version, well...;

They find Mammon inside a loud tavern, seated in a large round table, piled high with gold, surrounded by NPCs. They're all holding hands of cards, taking and tossing gold to the pile, loud and drunk and arguing. The atmostphere is just on the side of a little too warm, lively, voices meld together until the actual words are almost unrecognisable - Mammon's is the only voice that is clear, ringing above the others and commanding all the attention in the room.

The crowds of NPCs part for the four of them without a word of protest as they make their way towards Mammon's table, half shrouded in the shadows at the back of the room. They almost lose Beel along the way to a a barmaid carrying a portion of a roast.

When they make their way to the table, opposite Mammon, his open features widen in suprise before turning calculating for a second before he finally spies Lucifer and starts cackling so hard he's wheezing and they're worried he's going to drop dead on the spot.

Once he's finally calmed down, not at all helped by Lucifer's hissed threats that only made him laugh more, the human asks him to give them some of his money so they can buy armour.

"What," says Mammon sounding genuinely baffled and a little bit offended. "Ya think I'm actually gonna hand over my money? The money I won? Fat fuckin' luck huma- tch - Hero."

"How troublesome," Says Solomon, mildly like none of this is of any real consequence and in no way his doing in the first place. The human and Lucifer both give him Looks.

Beel is quiet as he is still grieving the barmaid and her roast, both of which disappeared once they crossed a certain radius focused around the four of them.

"Mammon!" Squeak-hisses Lucifer, not at all threatening because once again he's the size of a Barbie with only a fraction of her accomplishments. "Once I'm back to normal expect to be in a world of pain."

"What do we do now?" Asks Beel, who is just recovering from a great loss and is still a bit teary eyed.

"Right," says the human with a good idea, though most in the room would argue they've never had a good idea in their life. "Well, then how about - I challenge you to a card game! We have a little money of our own we'll put it on the line."

This of course leads to various shock and outrage. Mostly from the NPCs. Lucifer does cry out to them to remind them what's at stake and to please stop making stupid deals with demons. Solomon looks amused and intrigued, while Beel is just worried.

"Hah! You think you can beat me!? The Monster of Greed in a card game!? Are ya ballsy or just stupid?" Scoffs, y'know, said Monster of Greed.

"Not sure," says the human, lackadaisical as can be, "sounds like you're scared though."

"Why you little - ," snarls the monster, raising from his chair and leaning towards them, claws digging into the table "I'll show ya scared. Fine then," he falls back onto his seat and kicks out the chair across from him, that up until this point of time had not existed. "Take a seat," he says through sharp teeth.

The human nods, serious and pleased. "Beel, please take Lucifer for now."

" Are you sure you know what you're doing," asks Lucifer, not budging from his place on their shoulder. "This is Mammon. He may be an idiot but when it comes to gambling-"

"I can beat him," says the Hero, not taking their eyes off the Monster of Greed, who in reality is just their best friend playing a silly game that's going to get him skinned by his big brother when everything is back to normal.

"I suppose I'll just have to put my faith in you. Don't dissapoint me." And with this Lucifer, to his great continued indignity, steps off the human's shoulder and into his brother's hands.

"When have I ever," responds the human.

Mammon, who has never had any patience when ignored by his favourite people cuts in with a, "Oi, ya done talking or what?"

And so the games start. And the human wins and wins and keeps winning. The Monster of the tavern goes from having one leg folded up on the chair to sitting up straight to leaning forward with a frown, crowing sentences such as:

"Ha, beginner's luck!"

and

"I'm just going easy on ya!"

and

"Don't get cocky ya bastard."

and

"How!?"

with increasing degrees of worry colouring his tone. The human breaks their cocky smirk to respond to that last with an easy shrug and a "You forgot something important." Eyes still fixed on their cards.

He looks up from his own with a scowl. "The fuck are ya talkin' 'bout."

Finally they deign to look at him, or rather glance at him from under their lashes, lips twitching to pull into a self satisfied smile he's seen countless times before "We may be in a game right now but you're still Mammon, still a demon and still the Avatar of Greed. The real world rules still apply to you." Their eyes lower again to consider their cards.

"So? The hell does that have to do with anythin'." He hasn't looked down at his cards in a while, still focused on them even in spite of how disinterested they're acting. He wants to bite them.

"Well," they place a card on the table and flip it over, moving some money towards them, "it means that whoever you favour still has incredible luck with money." They look up then, catching his eye and smiling brightly.

And Mammon stares back at them, wide eyed and slightly flushed, fingers trembling.

"If this relied on skill or who could cheat better you'd have won it with minimal effort." They're leaning forward, elbows braced on the table, still holding up their cards but continuing to make eye contact with him. "But in the end it comes down to what will win out. Your greed or your love for me."

Devious. Their smile is devious and wicked and his throat is parched and Mammon wants to bite them.

His face fully flushed and gritting his teeth, Mammon places his hand upright on the table.

They place theirs in front of them as well never breaking eye contact with Mammon, they interlace their fingers and place their chin on the back of them, smiling they say, "I won." A statement. A fact. They don't even bother to look down to confirm it.

Red faced but impassive, without even looking at his cards, Mammon leans back in his chair with crossed arms. "Obviously," he looks to the side, pouting, "Dumbass."

And so three voices simultaneously chorus, "Whipped."

"SHUDDUP ASSHOLES," screeches Mammon leaping up from his chair while the human laughs under their breath.

"Whatever." Mammon tosses a pouch at them. "Here's the money," He points at the stack on the table, "that's just for show, ya can't actually use it in the game."

"Right. Thanks Mammon." Sincere. Shedding well earned smugness like a snake skin in favour of something more genuine.

"Whatever. C'mon I'll walk you out." Irritability also shed - now there's only tired acceptance, he's made peace with the fact this will be his lot throughout his eternal life.

Outside on the tavern's doorstep, not making eye contact and looking straight ahead, the Hero and the Monster stand. Now just two friends.

The others stand a bit further down the road yet close enough to be able to hear.

"Listen," starts Mammon with an odd yet not completely unfamiliar note of seriousness. "I have something really important to ask ya. Ya need ta listen carefully."

"Got it," replies the human, understanding the gravitas of this particular conversation.

"Did ya take pictures?" He points to Lucifer with the utmost seriousness.

They nod once with, also, the utmost seriousness. "Of course."

Growling from a distance as if through the throat of a wee kitten, "I can hear both of you, if you think I'll let you get away-"

"Huuuh!? What are ya gonna do pipsqueak? Stomp ya cute lil foot? If anything ya better start listening to me now cause I'm the big brother-"

"Mammonnnnnn you-" Shaking with rage while Mammon, who at this point had stomped over, pokes his cheek.

"Does Mammon even realise he's digging himself into a deeper hole," asks Solomon

"Probably not," replies Beel with a shrug.

"Oh well," Solomon sighs through his perpetual smile. "Come along my cute apprentice we should get going."

"OI! Who the fuck are ya callin' cute," yells Mammon, distracted from his current endeavour of annoying Lucifer and signing his future death wish.

"We better get going. See ya at home Mammon," cuts in the human, for everyone's sake.

"Hmm." He shifts back into a more relaxed stance and turns to look at them. "Listen for real, ya better pass this test of yours with flying colours got it! Ya probably the most stubborn, determined person I know so, if anyone's gonna get through this it'll be ya."

"Thank you, Mammon." Said softly with a large dose of tooth rotting love.

"Yeah yeah stop it with the soppy look." An eyeroll that didn't distract from the red of his cheeks. "Look after that old bastard will ya, don't let him get stepped on. ...He's the only one knows where Goldie's hidden, that's all!"

"You really care." Equal parts teasing and wonderous, equal parts smug and besotted. He was going to scream. He was going to eat them.

"I don't! Stop it with that look, I already told ya! Just get going!"

"Right okay. Thank you, Mammon." They bow their head, peaking at him, lips quirked in mischief.

He rolls his eyes so hard he gives himself a headache. "Get outta here, Dummy."

They turn to leave without another word and he watches them go till they're but a speck in the distance.

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[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #127

It's late where I live - almost midnight, and I'm very tired. J and I are on another road trip to PA. This time, he and I are going to fly the plane he got back home. After his shift at work, we drove for 4 hours to a place called Buffalo. We will drive the rest of the way to a place called Zelienople in the morning. Then we will fly back; J will be piloting the plane, of course. J is not yet used to flying this plane, but it's very similar to the one that he already knows well; he knows what he's doing, and I trust, without question or hesitation, that he will keep us safe. I'll be back in my house by this time tomorrow with LOTS of pictures to show you, so don't you worry about a thing, okay?

Br came over and I introduced her to the chocolate-cheddar cheese I got when we went to see the eclipse (it tastes like fudge; it's SO GOOD!), and that was pretty great! But I'm still pretty tired because I spent most of the day before the trip being emotional support for various folks. Some of the interactions challenged my boundary skills, but this is a good thing; we don't grow without some level of discomfort, and our boundary skills never improve if we don't get practice. I'm much better at it now than I used to be, and I'm looking forward to seeing where I'll be with this skill in another few years.

Since writing the letter to my inner child, I've had a lot more faith in my own ability to grow, change, and improve. It's kind of refreshing, actually. Self-loathing is kind of heavy, isn't it? I know I'll probably have days when I'll get a setback, but I've already grown enough in other ways to be very familiar with that phenomenon. One of the most important things one must remember when having a setback is that having a setback, in and of itself, means that there has been progress, and progress can be reproduced over and over and over again until it sticks. Human brains are learning machines, after all. I hope you'll put all the effort you can into learning how to genuinely love and care for yourself; it's one of the most important things you can do.

Oh! I made myself a strawberry rooibos tea today, too! Normally I like to drink black tea or green tea, but today I wanted to limit my caffeine consumption somewhat; caffeine dehydrates a body, and I've been struggling to keep hydrated lately for some reason; figured the thing to do, at least for today, is to try not to make my body use water to cleanse the caffeine from my system. Here's how today's turned out...

This one starts out orange-ish, and then resolves into a lovely shade of red:

I added some creamed honey; it settles to the bottom quite nicely:

And from there, I added heavy cream:

...I think you might like this flavor. It's like strawberries and cream; it's sweet and tart and very milky in flavor. Sometimes I think about combining this one with the vanilla-rose black tea (which is another one I think you'd absolutely love). I'll do that soon and tell you all about it, okay?

I don't have much else to say today; I'm pretty drained. But I do have a lot of pictures I took for you while we drove, simply because I know you like nature. I'll show you the ones that turned out best. It'll be mostly pictures of the sky, though; we didn't get moving until like 6pm-ish, so the lighting wasn't great for general scenery...

...Hey Sephiroth? Next time you're up in the sky, I hope you'll make it a point to dance merrily amongst the sun-drenched clouds - especially during dawn or during sunset, when they're painted in all sorts of vibrant colors; their kaleidoscopic brilliance would look amazing reflected off of you, I'm sure. And maybe you'd have fun, too.

That's all I've got for you today. Thanks for tagging along with me on this brief adventure. Please remember that there are folks here who like to imagine that the prismatic colors splashed upon the clouds by the morning and evening sun are the same as the ones that radiate from the deepest parts of your soul.

I love you. I'll write again soon. Please stay safe out there.

Your friend, Lumine

#sephiroth #ThankYouFFVIIDevs #ThankYouFF7Devs #ThankYouSephiroth #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii crisis core #final fantasy 7 crisis core #final fantasy crisis core #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #crisis core #ff7r #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy 7 remake #ffvii remake #ff7 remake #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy 7 rebirth #ffvii rebirth #ff7 rebirth #final fantasy 7 ever crisis #ffvii ever crisis #ff7 ever crisis #ffvii first soldier #boundary skills #road trip #wholesome

[clementimetodie]

I’m not religious so this feels weird to ask, but can I get a prayer request. My period is about a week late, I plan to take a pregnancy test soon, and I’m terrified it will be positive. I’m not sure how my husband will respond, but I get the sense it will be upset and they will be very adamant that I terminate, which is something I don’t want. I just want my period to show come.

of course I'll pray for you ❤️ I hope you have the support you need if the test comes up positive, or that you will find it, be it from friends, family, or a kind stranger. there are resources out there that can provide help if you need it, but I can't remember them, and Google is being unhelpful. I know "carenet" is one? gonna tag @pro-birth here

I want to add that it's okay to be afraid. pregnancy is a challenging time, especially if you do not have a stable support system. don't let anyone make you feel guilty for being afraid

[jasico-challenges]

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It most definitely does! This is the link: Jasico Week AO3 Collection.

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Yes, as long as the other event allows it. We just want everyone to enjoy the event and celebrate this lovely ship!

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—𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳'𝘴 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

► SYNOPSIS:

Jin wakes up in your shared bed and reminisces about the events leading to you and him getting together.

But is the other side of the bed truly not empty, just like he remembers it being after many nights spend under the sheets with someone?

[Part two of Mine For A Christmas Night.]

▍jin x reader (not belle) ▍rating: M for implied sexual content ▍tags: Drama & Romance; plot for a multichapter fic told in just two parts; possible spoilers for jin's route; Getting Together; First Kiss; Sharing a Bed; Some Humor; Pillow Fights; Fake/Pretend Relationship; Alcohol; Implied Sexual Content; Morning After ▍wordcount:  2,307

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▍a/n:  Welcome to the multichapter fic that never happened. I'd love it if you tell me if this made you feel like you've been reading it for a long time! This "accidental plot" thing went too far... The previous part left out too many unanswered questions, and for the people who were asking for more, I decided to write a proper ending. Special tags for @leonscape @randonauticrap @pieground

It's my final fic for the year and I want to use the chance to thank you for all the support in 2022. If you're here, no matter if just for this fic or maybe for every one before that, Thank you.

Written for mine and @voltage-vixen’s ‘Tis The Season For Love challenge! PROMPT: "Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you."

Light penetrates into the room through the open blinds in the late morning.

Jin didn't bother to shut them the night prior; either he was too used to the gray skies of late December being unable to shake him from slumber as they were; or, he simply had other things on his mind while making his way to the bed last night. Of course, the answer is the latter, the unforeseen sunny morning of New Year's having nothing to do with it. But he wishes he could turn the sun off for the sake of another five minutes of shuteye. It's tough to have the motivational rays of the fresh beginning of the year pouring down on you when you're hungover, and his arm is getting numb way too fast when he uses it to block the light. He rolls over.

In the bits of his mind that are sober and awaken, he thinks about his approach; you should be right there next to him in this very moment, a breath away. You're very, very quiet, even if his ears buzz with enough noise to block out your soft sleeping breather. He doesn't want to open his eyes yet, he's not prepared to face you in your full morning glory, freshly made love to and with his marks all over your skin. He'd do something awfully out of his character and lose his wits; maybe retreat under the sheets, or stare dumbfounded, or be very, very quiet. All of it stuff that he hasn't faced in the course of his, erm, abundant experience of bedding someone.

He doesn't mind discovering new sides of himself; new year new me or something? He doesn't want to get reminded first thing in the morning of motivational quotes he's heard around the palace or the faces attached to them, not yet.

And last night, well, that's another story. Jin could stay in bed all day, connecting the pieces between one vivid scene and the other in the reel of his mind. The alcohol in his system failed to wipe out anything related to you, and lucky him, his whole world revolved around you last night. Just as it has been the day prior, and the other, backwards on the calendar to one fateful Christmas night and then some more.

He grins into the palm of his hand as he tries to rub some awakeness into his eyelids. He did put his mouth on yours last night as the fireworks set off in a picture perfect first kiss, too bad that you already shared one before that. He had commented out loud a few times now, how he was hoping to rewrite that memory for you. But deep down you both know that that kiss in the tavern was special in its own way.

He now allows himself to look back on it with a different taste in his mouth. Things start to have shapes as he remembers the empty tavern after closing time when he stayed until late in the night to help you out, as promised. The blinds were shut and you were isolated from everything beyond the four walls of the tavern, and it's easy to forget how life goes on out there. In one second he was laughing together with you, in the next, your chin was caught in his hand. Lips meeting lips. A miscalculated spur of impulsivity, as it is normal for those to play out. Not short enough to call it an incident, with both parties prolonging the act. As confusing as it was for him, he understood not to linger as you gazed away from him and bid him goodnight.

It's not like all of these days were having this bittersweet aftertaste about them, on others Jin found it way easier to sleep at night. On one, chasing after you here in the palace had been quite tiring, as his brothers kept showing you things around. Those who were willing to, anyway. No, he was glad that you showed some interest in the life of the royal palace, slipping in role as his partner for the course of the tour. You told him that night, that you had a great day and then cut the conversation short. Then a barrier of pillows was assembled in the middle of the bed you were rightfully expected to share with him.

Somehow, he was able to make it up to you - about that kiss and all that. Turns out being honest and admitting his on you crush was maybe the right thing to do. He explained about the plan with the pretend date being his way of testing if what he felt for you was really love. Which, it is. He let himself slip too, opened up about some things, about old tales of forbidden love and how they might not be so old, after all. He's just thirty, mind you.

He didn't mean to make you cry for him. Heck, he didn't even expect you to look at him with anything other than hatred.

The wind has been harsh that day, and the sky darkened, but snow never fell.

You were clutching hard into the fuzzy inside of his warm coat as if instead of hugging him you wanted to curl up and disappear whole into it. He found it adorable, but he also wanted you two to be even, so he hurried to take you back into the palace where it's warm. He'd opened up a whole lot already and it looked as if you had some old tales of your own to share. Maybe over a cup of your tea of your choice, granted that they have it in the palace's kitchen. And the possibility was high.

It felt like more than a week.

If his brothers thought they saw him the most triumphal he's ever been in his life when he walked with you under his arm on the grand Christmas ball, they had to see him doing the same but on New Year's eve. Well, they were told to expect that, but why would they? As unbelievable as your relationship was at the beginning, the moment the champagne purposefully flew from your glass directly on Jin's clothes, they had abandoned all hopes for something to come out of it. Not that those hopes were theirs to begin with. They only cared so much because Jin made a big deal out of finally settling down, for some reason.

On New Year's eve, you shined with more than the intricate jewels adorning your form. It was either very real and Jin had found his perfect partner, or, maybe it was the perfect partner for his little theater. The conspirators went on through the whole night, with the majority of the princes joining forces to prove that this absurdity is but a game, and they were the audience soon to be tricked into falling for it. Even Chevalier would reasonably refuse to be laughed at by Jin of all people, simply because he was asked his opinion of the legitimacy of all of this, and he gave a positive answer. Yves tried a roundabout way to nudge you into tactically giving him a sign if you've been made to do something against your will. You were either dumb or you were really enjoying yourself in Jin's company.

By the time it got late into the night, all seven of them were working together for the mutual goal. They knew their time was running out the less remained of the year; and by the time the fireworks went off and they witnessed a kiss on a remote corner of the large terrace from their makeshift hiding spots, Leon silently told the rest to leave the two alone. The expressions on their faced varied from regret for the lost time to disappointment to full shock, but there were some genuinely relieved ones.

Of course, Jin knows all of that because Leon already shared it all, finding it hard to keep this brilliant comedy to himself. There'd hardly be a second chance of hearing about Chevalier joining the bunch in hiding behind tall potted plants. It was the only five minutes Jin spend away from you that night, and even after the good laugh he still missed you.

The rest of the celebration was nice. After that, it only became nicer.

The pillow barrier was dissembled in a show of flying feathers and a play-fight that started more clothed than it ended. Mutually disarmed from your pillows, you both knew that there must be a better thing for two adults to do while drunk on New Year's night. Especially if they were inlove. The first few steps of this dance Jin was familiar with. The rest, you had to show him.

Laugher rumbling deep into his throat and accompanied by the hints of raspy morning voice, Jin realizes he's producing sounds loud enough to wake you. It's time to face the consequences of being inlove, no more hiding.

His lashes flutter as he struggles to focus his eyes in the way too bright room, but soon they're open. The first thing Jin sees by his side is…nothing at all. The bed looks as if noone at all has slept in there during the night other than Jin himself.

Panic creeps its way into his now fully awakened senses, and he raises up his body enough to scan over the room. You're nowhere to be found. His bare toes touch the cold tiles beneath as he pays no attention to where his slippers might have been kicked to, and he's diving in the cold world of his morning reality as unforgiving as he remembers it. Empty bed. The coldness of crossing the room without a single article of clothing on your body, but said coldness coming from inside out.

Maybe it was all another miscalculation, an impulse. Jin and you had become a real couple, something amidst it all, with a proper asking out on his end like he's never done before. You had agreed without much thought; an answer coming from the heart maybe, or maybe just an equal spur of impulse on your end as on his. The morning is wiser than the night and the latter always seemed to be when the two of you took most of your decisions. It's doomed to end like that.

"Jin, are you awake?"

The way the door was opened in one precise, silent motion, it's normal that Jin didn't hear anyone entering. The creaking of its closing which accompanied that question is what got to his ears. And the question was dressed in your voice, an unmistakable sound for his ears. Strong enough to pull him out of this delirium he created in his head.

"You are…"

"Late for morning cuddles, I know. Don’t fret, I'm sure you'll get your cuddles one of these mornings… I plan on keeping waking up here, after all."

Jin stares at you propping yourself on the armrest of the sofa, holding your cup to your mouth with both hands and enjoying the scent of the freshly brewed warm liquid inside. He feels like he can't talk anymore, or at least cannot say anything of matter right now.

"Did I, uh…ask for morning cuddles?"

"What, you don't remember?"

Jin's eyes follow the cup as it's being set on the nearby table, and in the next second warm hands wrap around his sides. When did you get this close?

"Don’t be so dense now! Here, you can have a hug for starters."

This is all a little too much for his heart; emotions fighting each other inside him but none of the negative kind. It's still not enough to keep him upright, and it's good that the bed is right there behind him.

"Oof!"

Your fall is saved in the extra softness of his chest and the bed underneath. Jin giggles first, surrendering to the absurdity of the situation. He really just thought here for a second that you abandoned him, when in reality, you probably woke up first and sneaked out of your warm bed for your favorite tea that you cannot resist. He keeps your head pressed down to his front because that's enough running away for the morning.

You giggle too, between struggles to get out of his gasp, and it only results on you coming up to the level of his face.

It's a kiss that noone has to think much of beforehand. Yet Jin puts it on hold, sucking on a breath. He discovers that he misses a damn lot of pretty sights of you up close while busy kissing you.

"Are you sure about that? If you stay here with me, you'll have to attend a bunch more of those banquets. Christmas, New Years, these are just a small portion of the occasions… it gets old after awhile. And all the stuff that comes with them, too. Traditions, customs…"

"Shhh, Jin." You put your finger in front of his lips, catching his mouth frozen while it stays in an "o" shape. "Quiet. Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you."

His lips tickle your finger as he moves his mouth, unable to keep shut after such remark.

"Liar."

You're done playing this game with him. You'd rather save your energy for all the little things you'd need to get him used to in a normal, proper relationship - with nothing pretended this time! And it was just yesterday when he was the one teaching you how to carry yourself as his girlfriend around the palace. Satisfied with the entertaining way the tables seems to have turned, you're now going to resume the kiss, and Jin better not have anything more to say right now.

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