#i literally had it spotless before leaving for christmas :

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so, um… i’m wider.. (june 2022 to now! 215 to 270lbs)

#feedism. #feeder/feedee #feedee. #hucow. #seeing these pics next to each other. #wow!!! i’m fat!!! #not even 300 yet but can y’all imagine. omg #UGH sorry abt the mirror in the recent pic btw #roommate moved out without cleaning anything #i literally had it spotless before leaving for christmas :///

[watchmegetobsessed]

Locked up Christmas - Harry Styles

❄️ FANFICmas 2020 ❄️

Read more about FANFICmas here!

happy holidays everyone!! this is the first one of my two christmas fics, the second one coming tomorrow, giving you well enough content to keep you busy when you’re not stuffing your belly or enjoying your time with the fam haha. let me know what you think!

word count: 5k

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Fishing your keys out of your purse you curse a little as your eyes fall on the big double doors. This is not how you planned to spend your Christmas evening, but you are desperate to earn that promotion in January so now you have to make sacrifices, such as leaving your family home, come into the office and smooth out some things your boss emailed you about a few hours prior.

“Who the fuck is working on Christmas?” you mumble to yourself as you try to find the right keys on the chain. The woman is completely nuts, you’re not even sure how she was able to score a husband because the woman lives in the office.

“Think about the money, Y/N,” you tell yourself. It just gonna be a solid two hours in here, you’ll be out of the building by nine and make it back home to watch Home Alone with your nieces. They begged you to stay and your heart was breaking when you had to leave instead of playing board games with them, so now you are desperate to get it done as fast as possible.

Unlocking the double doors you walk through every damn morning, you walk inside and lock them back up behind you, not wanting any creeps to scare the shit out of you, entering the building while you are in here.

You are so busy cursing your boss out that you almost don’t even notice the lights on upstairs in one of the offices, but when you do, you stop in your track, knowing well whose office it is. Taking a few steps closer you see the tall guy walking around, searching through his shelves with his hands on his hips.

Harry Styles has been working two offices down from yours this past year and you’ve had the fattest crush on the dude ever since he smiled at you on his first day, introducing himself. From his magical green eyes, through his several tattoos he tries to hide under his shirts, to his luscious curls, the guy is a walking, talking perfectness, making you turn into a stuttering teenage girl every time he even looks in your way, let alone when he comes up to you to talk about anything.

Standing in the open area of the cubbies, you debate whether you should say hi or go straight to your office, and though your nerves would appreciate the second option, you know it would be rude to just ignore his presence when it is literally just the two of you. So shoving your keys into your bag you head towards his open door, hoping you won’t make a fool out of yourself.

Just as you are approaching the entrance of his office, his eyes fall on you and you can’t just not notice how adorable he looks as he raises his eyebrows at your arrival.

“Y/N? What are you doing here on Christmas?” he questions, a stack of paper in his hands as he stares at you, a slight smile playing on his pink lips you’ve daydreamed about way too many times at work. You notice how he is wearing a simple white t-shirt, a brown, knitted cardigan and jeans, something you have never seen him in, he is always wearing stylish suits and crispy looking shirts, making sure his appearance is spotless. But you kind of digging this loose, casual version of him.

“I could ask you the same,” you chuckle tilting your head to the side. “I uhh—Samantha emailed me about one of my cases, so I have a few things to go over.”

“But couldn’t it wait?”

“I’m really hoping to get the promotion in January, so it couldn’t.” Harry nods in understanding as he glances down at the papers in his hands. “What about you?”

“Oh, I came in this afternoon, but I kind of got stuck, so now I think I’ll just finish it anyway.”

“You’ve been here all afternoon? Didn’t you want to spend the day with your family?”

“Well, my family lives in the UK. My mum got a cruise from her boyfriend so she is on the Caribbean sea right now and my sister is working through the holidays as well, so we agreed to have Christmas a little later this year.”

“Oh, I see,” you softly say, feeling a little bad for the guy to be stuck here at Christmas even though you know he is gonna see his family, just a little later. “Alright. I’ll just—I’ll be in my office then,” you mumble motioning down the hallway and he nods with a soft smile.

“Sure, sure!”

You jump right into work, eager to finish as soon as possible, and for your biggest surprise, you find yourself breezing through the case faster than you expected. Maybe it’s the emptiness of the whole building, the complete silence or just the will to leave finally, but you manage to finish everything before half past eight, putting you half an hour earlier than you expected to be done. You quickly pack everything up and shut your computer down before grabbing your coat and bag to head out. Just as you step out of your office, Harry emerges from his, wearing his black coat and a backpack hanging from his shoulder. Your eyes meet and he chuckles softly, waiting for you to catch up with him so you can head down together.

“Finished everything?” he asks, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah, it wasn’t as bad as I thought. How about you?”

“I think I’m like two weeks ahead now, but at least I’ll have a breather after the holidays.” He politely lets you ahead as you step out of the office area, into the stairwell, the two of you walking down the stairs shoulder by shoulder. “Heading back to the family?”

“Yeah, promised my nieces to watch Home Alone with them.”

“Classic.”

“Uhuh, very fascinated when you’ve seen it a thousand times, but it’s their first time,” you chuckle shaking your head.

“I feel like everyone is complaining about seeing it so many times, but deep down, we all know we’ll keep watching it till the end of times,” Harry smirks and you nod in agreement.

You step to the exit and push your keys into the lock, trying to turn it, but it doesn’t want to move, just stays stuck in it. Wiggling it a little you start to feel nervous, thinking how Harry will see you as a complete idiot who can’t even open a damn door, but no matter what you try, the key stays stuck.

“I uhh—It’s not opening?” you anxiously say, glancing over at Harry. Furrowing his eyebrows he asks if he could try, so you step aside and let him make an attempt to unlock the door.

However, the key stubbornly stays the same, as if it was cemented into the lock. His grip tightens around the metal, his other hand holding onto the handle of the door, shaking it in hopes it’ll magically open up, but that’s not the case at all.

And then you hear the snap. Your eyes widen when you see that the top part of the key stays on the chain and Harry holds it up just as shocked as you are, the other part still in the lock, broken and totally ruined.

“Please say we didn’t just lock ourselves in and broke the key into the lock on Christmas,” you mumble, shutting your eyes, hoping that when you open them it’ll all just go away and Harry will be holding the door open for you. But then your eyelids flutter open and your gaze is met with Harry’s anxious eyes.

“I uhh—I wish I could say that we didn’t, but we did.”

Letting your head fall back for a moment you take a deep breath, contemplating what you did that made the universe turn against you, but you don’t remember killing babies to earn this, so you are left with your boiling rage.

After a moment of mess you realize it’s time to pull your shit together and figure out the fastest possible to get out of this building as fast as possible.

“Alright, we-we need to call someone,” you breathe out, pulling your phone out of your pocket, trying to figure out who you should be calling in this very specific situation.

“Should we call Samantha?” Harry asks, still holding your keys in his hands.

“It’s not that we need another key, she wouldn’t be able to get us out. We need a professional, right?”

“Yeah, good idea.” Harry is quick to pull his phone out as well, opening up Google to find a locksmith that could free the two of you.

A few minutes later the both of you are frantically calling numbers of businesses you found online, but most doesn’t even answer and though you know it’s reasonable, since it’s Christmas, but you’re mad that with each passing moment the feeling that you’ll be stuck in here all night grows. The two of you are pacing around in the hall as all calls go to voicemail or just simply stay ignored, making you desperate.

When you are about to give up to find just one locksmith in the area who could help you out, the ringing finally stops and a voice answers your call. The old man doesn’t seem delighted to be disturbed at such time, but as you describe the situation on your hand, he quickly realizes his help is much needed.

“Now, Miss, I have some bad news,” he tells you and you feel your stomach drop to the floor.

“And what would that be?”

“The soonest I can get there is around midnight. I’m out of town, but I could leave right now.”

Closing your eyes you inhale sharply. It’s not that bad, you tell yourself. At least he can come, that’s all that matters.

“Alright. It’s fine, we really need you, Sir. And again, I’m really sorry to bother you on Christmas.”

“I’ll pack up and leave now. Will contact you when I’m there,” the man tells you before you hang up and meet Harry’s anticipating eyes.

“He is coming, but he’ll get here around midnight,” you tell him and he immediately checks the time on his phone.

“So… we are stuck here for three more hours?” You nod, pressing your lips together. “Alright,” he sighs, hands on his hips. “Could be worse, right?”

“Yeah, definitely,” you nod, trying your best to see the best side of the situation. You might be missing Christmas with your family, but you are stuck with your work crush for three entire hours, so yes, it definitely could be worse.

Harry runs a hand through his hair, nodding to himself as if he is acknowledging the situation, and the turning to you, he smiles softly.

“There are some leftovers from the Christmas party on Wednesday. You hungry?”

Soon enough the two of you are seated in the kitchen, roaming through everything Harry found in the fridges, from saggy fries to fried chickens and veggies, you are sure you won’t starve to death until the locksmith arrives to rescue you.

At first, you both are just eating in silence, kind of still processing that this is how you have to spend the evening. Harry reaches over to get some more peas onto his plate and his cardigan rides up on his arm, your eyes falling to the several tattoos and before you could stop yourself, you speak up.

“How many tattoos do you have?”

His eyes flicker to you, then follow your gaze on his arm and he smiles softly. You can feel the heat crawling up your neck for a moment, his smile is so enchanting. He has to know the effect he has on females for sure.

“A lot. Don’t even remember the exact number if I’m being honest.”

“Really? Can I ask where else you have? I mean other than your arm.”

“Well, I have the most on this arm, then just one on the other. Some on my chest, my upper stomach, above my hips and a couple on my feet and leg,” he explains and your eyebrows raise at the amount. You figured he had quite a few, but it really sounds like a lot. You push down the urge to ask if you could see them, though your imagination is soaring right now, thinking about all the different inks splattered across his body.

“All planned or were some impulsive?”

“Most of them were random,” he chuckles shaking his head. “Do you have any?”

“I do,” you shyly smile, glancing down at the plate. “I have… well, I have one, but it consists of three parts.”

“Oh!” he breathes out and waits for you to elaborate.

“I have the sun, the moon and a few little stars on my back along my spine. It’s not big either, so you won in the tattoo game,” you chuckle.

“But I’m sure yours is way more sophisticated and planned out.”

“That I’m sure of,” you nod laughing and he joins you. “Would have never though you have so many under your suits,” you admit and his eyes jump up to you, a playful smirk tugging on his lips.

“Well, I didn’t think you had any under your pretty dresses, if I’m being honest.”

Now you are sure you are blushing hard, something in the way he said it making your hormones act up in a blink of an eye. Has he been thinking about what’s under your dress or did he just phrase it weirdly?

“What else is there you think is unlike me?” you find yourself asking and though Harry seems slightly surprised by the question, he leans back in his chair, looking at your intently, as if he is trying to read you like a book.

“I think that… the way you dress at work is far away from your real style,” he states, eyes glaring down at your current outfit that doesn’t give a lot away about your style. You were already in your pj’s when you decided to come into the office, so you just threw on a black t-shirt and a pair of boyfriend jeans. You can’t hide the smile that curls up your lips at his statement. “Am I right?”

“I guess you are.”

“So what are you like when you are not wearing your colorful blazers?”

You choose not to comment on how he noticed that you have a collection of blazers in basically all existing colors, so you always have something to put on with your dresses and pencil skirts at work.

“What do you think my style is like?” you challenge him tilting your head to the side. Pursing his lips he takes a few moments to think over his answer.

“I think it’s a lot of vintage jeans and shirts, oversized jumpers, tiny hoop earrings… maybe some turtlenecks, but the funky types, nothing serious. You seem like the type of person who likes to be cozy but also fashionable.”

“That was very specific,” you chuckle softly, but you are also impressed by how spot on his description was.

“Was I right?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “But add some loose maxi dresses. I love them too, especially with sneakers.”

“Fits the picture perfectly,” he smirks as you both continue your feast.

You have never been alone with Harry for this long and you feel like you cracked the code to stop feeling nervous around him. Yes, you are still quite anxious about doing or saying something stupid, but the more you talk, the easier you find it to be around him. He is great company, an amazing listener and an even better story teller. Once you start sharing tales about your childhood and teenage years, Harry opens up about what it was like growing up back in the UK and he tells you all about the little pranks he and his mates did through high school.

“You had such a baby face!” you beam when he shows you a picture of himself when he was just fifteen. He is definitely recognizable, but he was lacking that hint of manliness back then, a rounder face and smoother lines made him appear very youthful, while now he is definitely a charming, mature man.

“I know, worked hard to lose that,” he chuckles leaning onto his arms on the table. “Alright, now you have to show me one too,” he says locking his phone once you give it back to him. Chuckling you unlock your own phone, looking for a photo you could show him, though you don’t have many to choose from.

“This one was taken on my sixteenth birthday,” you comment sliding the phone over to him, a picture of you shown on the screen from your birthday where you are sitting on the couch, hugging the puppy your parents surprised you with as a gift. Back then you had longer hair and a bare face, free of any makeup since you didn’t start wearing any until you were eighteen. You had a few pimples and spots on your forehead, but overall it’s not a disastrous photo.

Harry takes his time examining the photo and you see his smile grow wider with each passing moment.

“What?” you question him.

“Nothing, it’s just that… If we knew each other back then I just know I would have crushed on you hard.”

Your lips part at his blunt answer, you were definitely not expecting him to say that and it’s making you feel some kind of way for sure.

The two of you pack up everything left from the food, cleaning up after yourselves and as Harry washes the plates you two used, you check the time, seeing that it’s only quarter to eleven, leaving plenty of time still until the locksmith arrives.

“It’s so damn quiet in here, I’m not used to hear… nothing,” you tell him as you follow him out of the kitchen. Harry turns to you with a sly smirk.

“Wanna have a private party? I know for a fact Jim has a Bluetooth speaker somewhere in his office.”

“I’m absolutely in,” you grin as the two of you head towards the corner office.

Harry was right, the Bluetooth speaker sits lonely on Jim’s desk and you don’t hesitate to borrow it for your entertainment in this absurd situation. He connects his phone and sets it down on a random desk outside where the cubbies are.

“Alright, what’s your song request?” he asks opening up Spotify.

“Guess what kind of music I listen to,” you challenge him arching an eyebrow and as his eyes meet yours, he smirks back confidently before he turns his attention back at the phone in his hand. You watch him scroll for a while before his finger stops on a song and after a moment of hesitation he taps on it at last.

“Don’t come at me if you don’t like it,” he warns as the song starts playing through the speaker and you immediately recognize it. I Feel It Coming by The Weeknd and Daft Punk flows through the empty office area and you can’t push down the smile that tugs on your lips. “Did I do good? You like it?” he asks with bright eyes.

“You did. I do like The Weeknd and it’s a fun song,” you nod and Harry throws a fist into the air in victory.

“Yes! Alright, you guess next,” he tells you handing you the phone and you need a moment to think about what he might like. A specific song pops into your mind and though you know you’re taking a risk with choosing it, but something is telling you he is the kind of guy who appreciates this kind of music. You patiently wait for your song to end before starting the one you chose for him.

You intently watch his reaction as Juice by Lizzo starts playing through the speaker and the moment you see the corners of his mouth curl up, you know you guessed right.

“It’s one of my guilty pleasures,” he admits, his head immediately bopping to the rhythm.

“No need to call it guilty pleasure. It’s a great song,” you tell him handing back his phone and with each passing moment his body gets into the rhythm more and more until he is full on dancing.

You let out a laugh, watching him sway and move around, enjoying the song and you can’t stop yourself from joining him. Jumping around, the two of you make the whole place your dance floor, moving around between the desks and cubbies, letting loose as the song fills the whole place.

“It ain’t my fault!” you hear Harry sing from across the room and you can’t hold back your laugh. Seeing how funny you find it, he makes his way towards you, swirling and moving his hops around. He is not a bad dancer, in fact, he is perfectly on beat with his movements, but he is definitely not a professional, though you find it quite adorable, while the way he doesn’t care to dance carefree is making him incredibly hot.

He dances around you, relentlessly singing the lyrics that he seems to know by heart. It’s quite the sight to see him like this, so unlike but still… very much like him. This version is even more attractive and you wish you could see him like this more often.

One song follows the other and the two of you absolutely let loose, putting on the show of your life, forgetting about everything else, it’s just the music, Harry and you. He shows you his favorite songs and you do the same, feeling a special connection through the process, because in a way, he is baring his true self to you through the music that’s closest to his heart and you are happy to be the person to see him like this.

“What’s a song that turns you into a rockstar?” Harry asks, panting a little from all the dancing you two have been doing in the past hour. You stop in motion thinking about what he just asked.

“A rockstar?”

“Yeah, you know, one that makes you sing and dance and perform like you are in the middle of your sold-out show at Wembley.”

You love his specific descriptions of feelings. Smiling to yourself you don’t have to think long about what song it is for you. After searching it you add to the queue and put the phone down to the nearest desk as you turn to Harry.

The starting beats of Plastic Hearts by Miley Cyrus start playing and you immediately feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins. You’re ready to completely change right in front of his eyes. Grabbing a chair you push him down to sit as you walk away from him, snatching an abandoned bottle of water from one of the desks, using it as your microphone before starting your performance. Hooking a finger into the elastic in your hair you pull it out and let your hair fall to your shoulders as you start singing along the song, sending him a seductive look over your shoulder.

“Hello, the sunny place for shady people, a crowded room where nobody goes…”

You know every line by heart and the fact that you’ve been listening to it on repeat the past few weeks just helps your case. You are able to put on quite the show for Harry.

Dancing around the desks, even hopping on one and lying down as you sing into your pretend microphone, you truly make yourself believe there are thousands of people watching your performance.

“I’ve been California dreaming, plastic hearts are bleeding!” you shout the chorus, completely letting loose, dancing towards Harry who is watching you in awe, lips parted, eyes bright as they follow your every move. “Keep me up all night! Keep me up all night!”

Right in front of Harry, you drop to your knees, whipping your head around, your hair flying with it before you straighten up and look straight into his eyes. Hunger fills his eyes, raw passion and you see how his knuckles are turning white as he is gripping the sides of the chair he is sitting in. You can’t push down the satisfied smirk that tugs on your lips.

He stays put as you live out your wildest rockstar dreams, turning the whole office into your stage. With a heaving chest and heavy pants, the song ends and nothing follows. Turning to face Harry you see that he turned the music off so no other song started after your performance. Now he is standing, eyes burning down on you and the tension is thicker than ever.

It’s about to happen, you feel it. He wants you just as much as you want him. Is he gonna act up about it? Will he finally break what’s been building up between the two of you?

All your questions get answered as soon as you see him leap towards you, your body starts moving at the same time and just when you are about to meet in the middle in the hottest kiss you’ve ever gotten, you jump back hearing your phone’s ringtone on a desk near you.

“Fucking—“ you hear him mumble under his breath as you rush over, seeing that the locksmith is calling.

“Hi!” you pant into the phone and immediately realize how ambiguous you must have sounded.

“Miss? I think I’m here. Can you come to the door in question?” you hear the man.

“Yeah! We’ll be down in a sec! It’s the front door.”

Ending the call you turn to see Harry standing behind you, his green eyes burning a hole into your head and you can tell he shares the same thoughts as you and though you’d love nothing more than to continue what was about to start, but you can’t make the locksmith wait.

“Come on, we are getting rescued,” you chuckle grabbing your stuff and Harry follows you downstairs.

The old man is standing with a bag of tools at the entrance, he sends you a small smile when he notices you.

“This one right here?” he asks through the glass and you nod. Harry stands beside you as the two of you watch him get down to work. Though the tension is still there, you can feel it radiating from the both of you, you still manage to hold yourself back.

It doesn’t take long for the man to get rid of the ruined lock and the door finally opens up, letting you and Harry out of your prison. He quickly fixes up a new one and gives you the keys. You already know Samantha won’t be happy about having to copy a new set of keys for everyone, but there was not much you could do.

You obviously pay a fortune for the guy for everything he did tonight, he surely was a hero. It’s way past midnight by the time you say goodbye to the man and watch him drive away, leaving you and Harry standing in the parking lot.

The sexual aspect of the tension between the two of you has definitely fallen back, but something is still there and you really don’t want to ignore what was about to happen before the locksmith called. Luckily, it seems like Harry thinks the exact same thing.

He runs two fingers over his lips, clearly trying to come up with something to say, and then he finally speaks up.

“Listen, about what happened in there—“

“Want to come over to mine?” you blurt out before you could stop yourself, clearly surprising him. Then you feel a wave of awkwardness about how blunt that was, so the urge to fix it a little takes over. “I-I mean you could come over to my place for the night if you want, and since you-you don’t have family here now, you could just come to my family tomorrow for lunch, it’s always so much fun, we play board games and stuff. B-But I get it if you don’t want to.”

Harry smiles widely at you, finding your word vomiting quite amusing and cute if he is being honest.

“You sure I wouldn’t disturb if I joined for lunch?”

“Of course not,” you smile warmly. You already know your nieces would be all over Harry if he came, wouldn’t even let him alone for a second for sure.

“Then… I would love to go. And… to your place as well,” he adds, a soft blush appearing on his cheeks.

“Okay, then follow me?” you chuckle nodding towards your and his car parking near to the other.

“Yeah,” he nods, smiling wide as you both head to your own cars. You have to bite into your bottom lip to stop the excited squeal when you unlock the doors. Right as you are about to open up the door on the driver’s side, someone grips your wrist and turns you back around. You gasp a little, but immediately melt into Harry’s arms when his lips press to yours, holding you tight in his embrace.

His lips taste like French salad dressing and mint after the feast you had earlier and the gum he chewed on afterwards. They fit so perfectly with yours, moving in sync as you let your hands wander over his upper arms and broad shoulders until they come to a halt at the base of his neck. He is such an amazing kisser and you just know that whatever happens between you and him after this, you’ll surely have a hard time looking at him at work and not think about how he tastes on your lips.

When he pulls away, he pecks your lips one more time before his arms fall from around you.

“Sorry,” he smiles nervously, even though he has no reason to be. “I just… had to do it before we leave.”

“Glad you did,” you smirk and kiss his soft lips one last time before sending him away to his own car. He shoots you one last charming smile before you both get into your cars and head straight to your place.

Thank you for reading, let me know what you thought about it! 

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... I just love OTPs, I can't help it.

OTP HEADCANONS: 2020 Edition

These will include the series of Red Queen, Dorothy Must Die, SGE, The Folk of The Air, and Nightmare Before Christmas(I'll throw in the Skellington kids, too, because I love them💙)

MAJOR TW FOR ALL THE EVENTS THAT OCCURED IN 2020, AND THAT INCLUDES QUARANTINE.

RED QUEEN:

At the news of a Pandemic, Mare and Cal are equally confused and scared, but at least they're not on the battlefield.

They hold up in Paradise Valley until the quarantine is lifted.

It starts off fine with them doing puzzles, hiking, and doing some exercises to pass the time. Then 3 weeks pass and both are bored; Mare's bored enough to drink coffee onto of the fridge and Cal's sitting in a chair upside down because fuck court etiquette, he's so bored.

Cal contemplates luring wolves with dinner scraps again.

They had a mini argument that meant nothing because Cal's hair got long and he wanted Mare to cut it, she but only offered to shave his stubble, not cut his hair.

They both get a lot of sleep, and have a lot of nightmares, which they comfort each other from.

They also really enjoy the silence.

Cal gets into poetry and Mare paints. Both are surprised at how good the other is at their new hobbies.

They talk. A lot. It begins awkwardly and ends with the two in each other's arms.

Cal becomes more of a punner, and Mare loves and hates it.

There's tall of getting a dog, but there's one problem: Paradise Valley doesn't have any shelters, and they'll be arrested or forced ro turn back hime, regardless of rank.

Mare grows taller... by 2 inches. She almost killed Cal for how much he laughed.

When they're allowed to go out, Mare often forgets to bring her mask.

Cal's good at remembering their masks.

Mare REFUSES to leave when she hears about the murder hornets.

Cal gets repellent to calm her down.

They also recover some Old Era TV Shows.

ENDLESS quotes from The Office, Friends, and many more shows.

Cal visits Maven's grave more. Mare comes with every now and then, but usually lets him go alone.

They don't usually argue, but those arguments never last.

They tried a bit of ability training, and greed that they should be careful when Mare summoned a bolt of lightning from the sky and Cal almost set fire to everything around them.

They read a lot, too, but Cal reads more than Mare because she falls asleep, usually on him.

DOROTHY MUST DIE:

Nox had no clue what a Pandemic was, or what the big deal was about going outside and not being near people, until Amy explained it.

First day of online school crashed and burned because Nox had NO IDEA what he was doing, which led to Amy 'accompanying' him in classes.

Amy puts her college plans on hold for a little while.

Nox is more emotional and neither of them know how to handle it.

They have more nightmares, since there's nothing to keep their minds busy, but Amy is more reserved about it. Nox prefers to write about what he dreams, anyway.

Nox stays up, from all the nightmares, but Amy sits with him to keep him company.

When Amy heard about the murder hornets, Nox held up a fly swatter and opened all the windows.

Amy does fine, but Nox dies from boredom, when they're done with school. And I don't mean he just sits and groans, he lies face down on the couch as Amy tries to get him up.

They spend A LOT of time in Nox's apartment, and it's literally spotless because Nox is THAT bored.

They binge a lot of TV shows, and Nox falls in love with shows like Peaky Blinders.

They tried watching Game of Thrones. It didn't go well; negative past experiences.

Nox figured out the plot twist to The Umbrella Academy WAY before Amy did.

They watched Heathers and Amy asked Nox what he'd do if she was dealing with trash friends and guys who don't take 'no' for an answer. The look on his face when he asked who it was reminded Amy of who he was before meeting her.

Nox finds YouTube and discovers the guy that makes knives out of anything and makes it his mission to copy each and every video, come Hell or high water.

Amy walked in on him doing this and genuinely wondered if he was okay, and asked if she could help him.

They also binged musicals. Nox isn't a huge music person, but he still loves them; Kansas has its own magic that he finds intriguing.

Amy once found Nox crouching ontop of the fridge while drinking a mug of coffee.

Madison stopped by and dropped off some rhinestones, lash glue, and a tool to apply the stones. Amy spent a lot of time putting the stones on her face while Nox watched, with Madison and Dustin also watching via Facetime, sitting backwards in a chair and wondering what her plan was, even making very Julien Solomita-esque comments, mixed with very 'I used to be a fighter and a spy' comments that made Amy, Madison, and Dustin laugh. Some if those comments:

"I know Glamora told you to lighten up, but I don't she'd expect this."

"If those were real diamonds, you wouldn't need any armor or a weapon. Just headbutt them, and you're good."

"Don't be upset, but it's the beginning of summer, so I don't think winter's coming any time soon."

"Whichever chandelier you made out with, I will find them, damn it."

After a little while, Amy asked if Nox wanted a rhinestone face. He agreed, but only as long as she took out all the red stones. He could handle pink, but no red.

It took them an hour to get the stones off.

Their hair gets long and they agree to cut each other's hair. Nox cuts her hair chin length and Amy tries to be as style his hair. They don't look the best, but they at least look good.

They absolutely watch Unus Annus, and start quoting that.

When they get the news they can go out wearing a mask, Nox got confused and got 3 different masks: a masquerade mask, a normal face mask, and a gas mask, which he wears all the time to annoy Amy.

They do stay in shape as much as possible, but there is evidence that they could have been more active, with their muscles shrinking and both having lost a little weight.

Nox NEVER drops his guard, and quarantine didn't help.

They tried dying their hair, but it didn't work as well as they'd hoped.

SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL:

Tedros worries about Agatha and everyone else, but Agatha keeps him in check.

Crime drops big time, so that's a plus for Tedros and Agatha.

They have more time to breathe, with everyone being inside and avoiding each other.

Tedros hates the quiet at first, but Agatha helps him adjust.

They spend a lot of time wandering the castle and answering whatever call there is, if any.

The SGE is out for a little while, so they don't hear too much from there.

Tedros, without normal king business to distract him, has more nightmares and starts losing sleep because he doesn't want to dream about what's happened to him and his friends.

Agatha has nightmares, too, but she's better at hiding it.

They do talk about it and agree to be more open with what's going on in their heads.

They also agree that they'll help each other through these times.

Tedros helps Agatha with swordplay and Agatha both gets him into reading more and tries to help him with his magic.

Whenever there's something they need outside, Agatha gets it because she's not that afraid of getting sick; she grew up eating frog and lizard soup.

Tedros worries about her, but doesn't really stop her because she's taller, and having fun trying to stop Agatha once she's committed to doing something.

Tedros finds a new hobby: origami.

Agatha doesn't join in, per se, she more watches because she's never seen Tedros be so patient with something.

They play around with each other's hair, as it grows longer. Agatha ties Tedros's hair back and Tedros braids her hair.

They write to Sophie or anyone else, like people who have some sort of report of a crime or complaint duch as infertile soil, so their penmanship improves.

Tedros grows a bit of a stubble and, after some prickly kiss attacks, Agatha threatens to shave it off herself, if he doesn't. It's all in good fun, but she sort of did mean it because his face and cheeks were really scratchy.

Tedros REFUSES to let Agatha go out alone, even when she's masked up.

When they go out, Tedros always carries a sword.

Picnics in the woods.

Star gazing at night.

Agatha starts wearing pants, as an experiment, and her "dresser"/dress designer is APPALLED.

There are times they argue, but they stay together and communicate because relationship goals.

THE CRUEL PRINCE:

At the news of a Pandemic/plague, Cardan ordered all the human servants to get as healthy as they could so they'd be able to go outside. He would accompany them, but they could not let Jude go out.

She's not happy, when she finds out

Cardan asks if she can avoid going to the human world, so she doesn't get sick.

She goes anyway and returns unscathed.

Cardan considers glamoring the human servants to keeep Jude healthy, but Jude almost pincushions him for it.

Anxious? Worried? Psh! Don't be silly. Cardan becomes somethimg if a paranoid maniac because he's scared of Jude getting sick and dying because he's Fae and she's Mortal, so she's more susceptible to illnesses and he doesn't know wnoufh about mortals to get her healthy agaun were she to get sick, but there's nothing wroung with him, really.

Whenever they're not ruling, Jude practices her swordplay while Cardan reads, major plus being that he reads full series to not worry about Jude so much.

Jude helps Cardan with sword fighting, using wooden practice swords not metal, and Cardan helps her try to get into reading, reading to her as she rests her head on his chest when she doesn't want to read read.

Cardan discovers manga and graphic novels and is too confused for Jude NOT to laugh; "He's in armor made if IRON. How is he able to fly!?" "I've seen a lot people different people, and none of them have made this face." "... So is Spiderman THIS one or THIS one?"

Sword practice usually ends with Cardan on the ground exhausted while Jude simply stands and chuckles for him to get up.

Cardan doesn't get beat smd scarred, he gets poked and minorly bruised, which he was not ready for because of how he was treated by Balekin.

One day, while Cardan was reading some Sherlock Holmes, Jude slipped hoop bracelets on and tied ribbons to his tail, at least as many as she could before she got caught; she only realized as such when his tail started flicking out of her reach and curling around her wrist, and saw Cardan grinning at her.

They do visit Taryn and Vivi still, but Cardan only wears a mask to remind Jude, who does not forget ever.

Cardan thinks about his 'friendship' Nicasia, Locke, and Valerian and semi-realizes that Valerian and Locke may have been using him while Nicasia was at least a little genuine.

They talk about Locke and equally wish that they had helped Taryn in killing Locke. If not, then they wish that they at least watched. They agreed that if time travel was real, Jude could help Trayn kill Locke and Cardan could watch, as long as he helped dispose of the body.

They laughed at that a couple minutes later.

THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS(Featuring the Skellington kids(I'd say Skull Kids, but I feel like Skull Kid(s) was taken)):

Jack knows what a Pandemic is; he lived through one while he was alive.

Sally knew it would happen because she knows one happens about every two hundred years/whenever a year ends in 20.

The triplets know what a plague is, but have never seen one actually happen.

When they explored the human world at night and noticed there were absolutely no humans in sight, Luna reminded her brothers that the humans were told to stay inside to prevent any spreading.

Jacob takes the opportunity to MAKE SURE people actually stay inside.

Pro: he got Instagram famous. Con: Jack and Sally were not happy at all with how reckless he was.

Let's say, for the sake of the story, Halloween had to be cancelled worldwide because regulation and a need for things to get better.

Upon hearing the news of Halloween getting cancelled, Jack was very salty about it; "Why cancel Halloween, if the 4th of July was still allowed to be celebrated?"

All of Halloween Town was very upset; the living are so fragile, it ruins the fun of scaring them.

The Mayor was in deep, DEEP distress, but Jack made it up to him, and the rest of the town, by saying next year's Halloween would be ine no one would ever forget, and it's not because he's 'borrowing' a holiday again, it's because they'll all have a year of scaring shenanigans built up inside them all that will make up for what was missed.

Everyone rejoiced and Jack, once he got back inside his house with his wife and children, sighed and mentally kicked himself for saying no one would forget next year's Halloween; there was one Halloween in particular he sure as hell isn't forgetting any time soon.

Daemon's carving more intricate pumpkins and plans on giving the humans mini-scares so they keep quarantining, hiding a 'surprise' for any entitled Karens he finds.

Luna is the most obedient of the triplets by staying in Halloween Town and instead studying what she calls a 'counter-plague' so there's no need for a Pandemic; she refuses to call it a vaccine because that would imply sje wants to help the humans that shot down and could have killed her dad. She still has a bone to pick.

Jack doesn't spiral out like in the movie, he has Sally to help and the triplets to keep his mind busy.

While Jacob and Daemon keep the humans from leaving their houses, Luna researches the current events and learns of murder hornets that are large, sting like all hell, and cause death to anyone unfortunate enough to get stung.

Jack gets very intrigued and they collect as many as they can and keep them in a jar, but take one out to study it.

They were not impressed; murder hornets? Jack has seen worse.

Since there wasn't a Halloween, Jack decided to walk through the streets, seeing as how Daemon and Jacob already did a lot of the scaring for him(thise little shits). He had to admit, it was nice to walk in the night and only hear the animal sounds and not screams.

Luna did not find a 'counter-plague,' even with Sally's help, but she did discover some poisons she could use against her brothers. Sally made her promise not to do so.

On the Halloween night where nothing happened, Jack took his family out to a picnic/star gazing session. Genuinely one of his favorite Halloweens to date.

HENRY STICKMIM COLLECTION:

Henry and Ellie knew it was going to happen and were more than surprised to also see Charles planning ahead by making a list for what they needed, even admitting he'd been following the news and rumors and stocking up on ADD medicine so he wouldn't have to go out to get them.

The other soldiers weren't worried until they were told to go home and take a break for a little bit.

Triple Threat wasn't really effected until day 24.

On day 1, they just hung out and were relatively calm, working online, doing workouts to stay fit, and just being as normal as possible.

On day 24, all three are more than a little bored. Henry's bored enough to andwer calls from telemarketers and prank them, Ellie's contemplating bleaching her hair with peroxide, and Charles is playing with fidget toys he's bough and collected over the years, though he's doing it more because he's a little stressed than bored.

Henry and Ellie are surprised to this this, but Charles admits he used to bite his nails a lot, but stopped after a LONG while.

Speaking of names, Ellie paints hers and the boys', though while Henry paints his in clear coat, Charles paints one hand black and the other in red, mint, and glittery pink on one nail because try stopping him.

It makes Ellie laugh and pisses off Henry so much.

Ellie gets calls from her family saying they want her to come home, or closer to home, because they're worried and she instead blocks their numbers.

They watch a lot of horror movies as a reason to stay inside.

When they get bored of American horror and try Japanese, Asian, and more western horror movies.

Instant regret.

They watched the movie Audition and Henry looked at a very unimpressed Charles, who said the antagonist was being sloppy, and hid all the kitchen knives, saws, and sharp and blunt objects, including tools(must've remembered Human Piece).

He stopped after a week of Charles being himself and literally shaking at Hannibal Lecter as they watched the Silence of The Lambs series.

All three open up more about their lives. It's ugly, there's yelling, conflicting life philosophies, and even some insults thrown. Henry admits that gotten screwed over by the law enough times while fending for himself to have as little faith in it as possible, Ellie admits she ran away from home and would rather die than go back because of how tight of a leash they kept her on, and Charles admits that while he has thought about quitting on the government and turning to a life of crime, he never did because that would have been to easy of a choice. Training for the military was and still is hard as hell, which Henry and Ellie can tell because Charles can physically do more than them(if they ran a mile, Henry and Ellie would be exhausted and Charles wouldn't even be out of breath), but he's never given up on it because he knew his parents would skin him, if they were still alive.

There were tears at the end, and the team all needing to be alone for a little bit, but they were back together and agreed to be a little more open with each other, since they were a team now.

#red queen #henry stickmin #school for good and evil #the cruel prince #the nightmare before christmas #dorothy must die #mare barrow #tiberias calore vii #cal cal calore #marecal #agatha of woods beyond #tedros of camelot #sge agatha #sge tedros #tagatha #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jurdan #amy gumm #nox #namy #henry stickmin collection #ellie rose #charles calvin #triple threat #jack skellington #sally #jack x sally

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Winter Break

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader (TEACHER AU)

Warning: curse words, smut, alcohol/edibles (18+)

Word Count: 2,081

Notes: I envision this as a sequel to “Fall Break” which I wrote a couple of years ago. I see Seb being a high school science teacher, reader as a middle school math teacher. The setting is Brooklyn (Red Hook) and the places I mention are real and ones I love and recommend. 

Also, it’s late and I’m sleepy. Please enjoy whatever this is.

@ 11:15AM - Friday

“YES, WINTER BREAK MOTHERFUCKERS!” 

Her loud voice echoed out of their shared home office, and a moment later she came bounding down the hallway adorned in an ugly sweater, black leggings, and oversized fluffy slippers. Her hands were raised over head in victory, and when she reached the kitchen, she was greeted by the sight of Sebastian pouring a cocktail from the shaker into a highball glass.

“Right on time.” He said with a smile. Seb’s school had finished the day before, but he had gotten up early today to surprise her with coffee and bagels from Baked, her favorite coffee shop down the street. She took the offered glass, giving him a wary look. 

“While I am always happy whenever someone hands me alcohol, I would like to note that it is only 11:15am.”

Seb chuckled as he poured the remains of the shaker into his own glass. 

“After this semester, we have both earned this.” She shrugged, and they clinked their glasses before each taking a swig of the drink. She paused, finally realizing that Seb was dressed to go out as she put down her glass.

“Going somewhere?”

“Just downtown; I have to pick up a couple of gifts I couldn’t find online and then I have to go help your brother hook up some electronic stuff. I think I’m going to pick up dinner too.”

“I start winter break and you’re going to leave me here all by myself? That wasn’t part of the plan.” She gave her best pout, and he couldn’t help but smile as he stepped closer and cupped her face. He kissed her softly, pulling away after a moment before he got tempted to drag her into their bedroom.

“If I go now, we’ll have the entire weekend to ourselves. Plus, I know you haven’t finished inputting your data yet, and your A-type personality won’t let you truly relax until you do.”

“You don’t know me!” she responded, and all she got was a raised eyebrow back. They stared at each other until she took another sip from her drink, muttering something under her breath. 

“I shouldn’t be too long, so why don’t you go finish up and tonight I am all yours.” She nodded, and he kissed her again before he gave her a quick goodbye and left their apartment. She stood in the kitchen and sipped her drink, looking down when she felt something rub against her leg. 

“I can skip my work, Daddy doesn’t know me, right Alpine?”. The white cat locked eyes with her before yawning and giving a few chirps in response. “Fuck, he’s right it would literally drive me insane. Let’s go bud.” Alpine followed her into the office, perching on her lap as she sat down. Turning on Spotify, she took one last sip before getting to work.

At 3pm, she finally shut her laptop and stretched her sore muscles. She was officially done with work and checked her phone when it buzzed. Sebastian was going to be home by 5pm and as she wandered into the kitchen, she thought about what she could do to pass 90 minutes. The apartment was pretty spotless thanks to Seb the night before. He was also bringing dinner, so she didn’t have to cook. Suddenly, her mind remembered the jewelry box in the bedroom. 

When she had gone home over the summer to see her family and friends, she had come back with some edibles she had hidden in her carry-on. She liked to use them if her anxiety got really bad, but she and Seb had also enjoyed a couple before school had started. But once September came, they were too tired or busy to enjoy them properly. But now, now they had two glorious weeks with no plans, and she was delighted to find four chocolates staring back at her when she opened her jewelry box. She took one, popped it into her mouth, and decided that now was the time to find some holiday movies on Netflix.

@ 4:48pm – Friday

She was engrossed in The Holiday when she heard the tell-tale jingle of Sebastian’s keys as he entered the foyer of their building. Alpine slowly stretched before casually sashaying over to greet him. She turned her head as he came in the apartment, his hair and the tops of his shoulders kissed with a dusting of fresh snow.

“Hey baby, your brother sends his love.”

“Mmmm, that’s nice.” She said and Sebastian paused placing bags on the island counter taking in her ultra-relaxed voice and posture on their couch. He walked over and leaned over to kiss her, and when he pulled back, he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You are high as fuck right now, aren’t you?”

“Nooooooooooo!” she said as she sat up straighter. She paused for a minute before making eye contact and blinking. “Okay, maybe just a little.” Seb giggled as he went back to pulling cartons out of the two bags, he had brought with him.

“Well, I suppose it’s a good thing that I come bearing food.”

“What did you bring?”

“Something we haven’t had in a while.” She inhaled deeply, the scent of fried dough and meat filling her lungs as she felt her stomach growl.

“Did you really go to East Wind?”

“Yep, I have enough Dim Sum to feed a small army. Now Cheech, do you want one of your ciders or a beer?”

“I’ll take a Cider, please.” Soon Sebastian placed a plate heaping with food in front of her before taking the space next to her on the couch. They ate, making potential plans for the weekend while the movie played in the background. After the sun set, and after Seb had changed into sweats and the dishes had been put in the dishwasher, they were cuddled on the couch under a blanket while watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer as the small Christmas tree in the corner and the lights on the window bathed the living room in soft colors. Seb had his arm wrapped around her shoulder, while she was cuddled into his side with her arm around his waist. She usually kept casual physical affection to a minimum, and he loved how the edibles opened up this side of her. He placed a kiss into her hair, causing her to look up.

“This is nice, all cuddled up with two weeks off and no real plans.” She hummed in agreement as she placed her leg over his, her foot rubbing his calf as she nuzzled his chest.

“We could make it even better.” The sultry tone in her voice instantly reminded Seb about another side effect the edibles had on her. Before he could respond she was placing soft kisses under his earlobe as her hand rubbed his cock over his sweatpants. He couldn’t help but whimper as her hand and lips began to set his skin on fire.

“Baby….” The words died on his tongue, coming out as a deep moan when her hand disappeared in his pants and grabbed his now fully hard cock while her teeth grazed his Adam’s apple. It was a race to disrobe after that, clothes landing here and there before she was bare before him, climbing into his lap before leaning down to finally kiss him. He pulled back when she did, watching her as she reached between them to line him up, mesmerized at how the Christmas lights cast red and green against her naked skin, only looking away when he felt her warm wet heat envelop his cock. 

She stilled when he bottomed out, her face buried in his shoulder as his fingers began to trace over her skin as he felt her warm breath against his neck. He waited patiently for her to move, and he smiled to himself when he felt her hips begin to rock. His eyes locked onto her face as she moved, looking to see what she might need. She was never overtly vocal during sex, but the hitches in her breathing were a dead giveaway he knew to look for. His hands found her hips, thrusting up to meet her rhythm. Her eyes were closed, brow furrowed in concentration and he took it as his cue.

She made a noise of confusion when his hands stopped her movement, but when he angled her hips and thrust up, he stole the very breath from her lungs. His second thrust had her against his chest, her fingers digging into his skin as he made her toes curl. His thick cock filled her perfectly, and when he wrapped his arms around her body, she was enveloped by him completely. She managed to rest her forehead against his, the two of them breathing each other in as he expertly hit her g-spot again and again.

“Look at me.” he managed to rasp, and when she hesitated, he responded with a harder thrust. “Please” She did as he asked, and she found two blue eyes looking at her. The way he looked at her during times like this, filled with so much love and adoration, it made her feel like she could burst under the weight of that gaze, but all coherent thought left her when his fingers began to circle her clit. She gave in to the feeling that was spreading through her body as the coil in her belly began to wind tighter and tighter.

Sebastian knew she was close; her breaths were getting shallower and quicker, and he could feel her walls begin to pulse and tighten around his cock. When she came, it was gasp followed by a breathy moan that shook him to his very core. He grit his teeth, his hips not stopping when she collapsed against his chest, her body shaking and trembling in his arms. When he came it was with low growl, his hips still moving at a slow, steady pace as he tried to prolong both of their pleasure. He only stopped when he felt her tap his shoulder three times, her signal that she needed him to stop. 

She could barely make out the television in the background as Sebastian ran a hand up and down her back. She could however make out his low voice heaping praise on her as she came down from her high, telling her how wonderful she was and how good she was to him. After what felt like ages, she managed to lift her head. When she looked up at Sebastian, his gaze was already on her, a stupid dopey grin on his face.

“There’s my sweet girl.” His voice was low and raspy, she could feel the vibrations through his chest as she lay her head back down.

“Well, that was one way to kick off break with a bang.” He chuckled as she ran her fingers over his bicep. They stayed that way in quiet repose, her eyes were starting to close when he tapped her waist to get her attention.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.”

“Already?” she asked with a confused sleepy expression which made his heart leap in his chest. He helped her off his lap before he stood up, his hands finding their way to her waist as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t think I’m done yet; in about 15 minutes I will be thoroughly prepared to rock your world again.” He had a cheesy grin on his face as he waggled his eyebrows at her for emphasis, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness. 

“Fine, I’ll be waiting. Why don’t you turn off everything here and, uh…fair warning; if you aren’t in that bed in 15 minutes, I will be starting without you.” She leaned up to place a quick kiss on his lips before she promptly turned and left him stunned. 

He watched her walk away, a lovesick smile a mile wide on his lips as she disappeared into their bedroom. He made quick work to turn off the TV and to unplug all of the lights. He quickly fed Alpine, asking the cat to be a good boy and to let Mommy and Daddy have some quiet time alone. As the furry beast dined happily, he gave one last look around the living room before making his way down the hallway to your bedroom, his heart full and happy.

It was going to be a GREAT Winter Break.

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you

[jawritter]

The Arrangement

Part 20

Summery: You are a young girl that was raised in a small church in Dallas, TX. One of the only churches left in the state that still practices arranged marriages. When your betrothed ran off to California you thought you'd escape the fate you were trained for ever since a small child. Now upon the death your parents your fate seemed to be inescapable as he's returned, and is ready to take you as his bride.

Book Warnings: Arranged marriage, loss of virginity, smut, unprotected sex, angst, language, suicide attempt, battles with anxiety, struggles with mental illness, age gap (about 11 years), I think that’s it, chapters will have warnings of their own!

Chapter Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), all the fun stuff that comes with smut lol, fluff, I think that’s about it!

Word Count: 1881

A/N: This book is a book about Christian and church based arranged marriages, I would like to take this moment to say that I DO NOT have ANYTHING against the Chirstian faith, and mean absolutely no harm to anyone! Especially Jensen’s family! This is a complete work of fiction, and should be treated as such!

Beta’d by the amazing @deanwanddamons who was awesome enough to do all this for me! It was a lot of work, and she deserves all the praise for it!!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

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You stood in the kitchen, pulling tonight's chicken from the oven, and placing it on the counter. You had gotten home from California pretty early, and as soon as you got home Jensen said he had to go and take care of some things in town. 

That gave you some time to get a home cooked meal in the oven and cooked before he was due to arrive home. This was something you felt  you didn't really do enough for him, not in the way that you felt you should, not really in the way you feel he deserves, especially with it being Christmas Eve. You thought it might be nice to have a good home cooked meal for him to come home to for once.

While the chicken was cooking you had cleaned the entire house, making it perfect and spotless for him. Now that the chicken was done you plugged in the Christmas tree he had wanted to decorate so badly, then finished the sides to go with your meal. 

For the first time since you had moved into this house, it felt like a home. It was clean, there was a fresh dinner being put together, and the Christmas tree was shining in the corner. Everything felt perfect.

Everything was finished just as the sun went down behind the trees, and you heard Jensen coming through the front door. You heard a "wow" come from his lips as he made his way through the house, and you had to bite your lip to hide the proud smirk that he'd noticed your work while he was away.

"Baby? Where are you?" you heard him call from the living room. 

"In the kitchen!" you yelled back. 

You could hear his heavy footsteps making his way closer to the kitchen before he stopped right behind you. You could literally feel the heat radiating off his strong body. He was so close to you, before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly to his chest before placing a soft kiss on the top of your forehead. 

"Sweetheart, you didn’t have to do all of this!" he said, looking down at the small feast you had created for the two of you, eyes wide and mouth opened slightly.

Turning around in his arms, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his lips closer to yours, and giving him a soft kiss before pulling away. 

"I thought we could use some food that wasn't processed, or come from some fast food place. We've eaten out all weekend." 

You ran your hand across his thick chest and watched the shiver leave his body as he pressed closer to you.

"You know I don't deserve you don't you." he said, holding onto you. His green eyes were boring into yours, like he was trying to transfer all the things he was feeling that he couldn't say to you. 

"Actually I'd say that was the other way around. I really don't deserve you." you tell him, putting your head against his shoulder, feeling his arms tighten around you.

"That's bull.You're everything I've ever wanted, don't you forget it either." he said, kissing the top of your hair. 

After the two of you had eaten, Jensen wanted to help you clean up the kitchen. He refused to let you do it alone. He complimented  you over and over again, barely even letting go of your hand while the two of you ate, like he just wanted more than anything to be closer to you.

"Why don't you go and get a shower sweetheart, and I'll go and set up everything in the living room, and we'll binge watch (your favorite show) and cuddle." he said, nuzzling into your neck,making a warm heat pool through you. 

Giving him a quick peck on the lips, you made your way to the shower, and as quickly as possible did what you needed to do, pulling your hair up into a messy bun, and drying and dressing quickly. This is what you wanted more than anything. To be alone, wrapped safely in Jensen's arms. Just the two of you.

When you stepped down into the living room all the lights were off, the Christmas tree was lit, and Netflix was paused, and waiting for you. Jensen had obviously jumped in the guest shower and gotten into his PJ's too. He was sitting on the floor, surrounded by pillows and blankets,waiting for you with a bottle of wine on ice, and two empty wine glasses. 

When he heard you come in, he smiled at you and patted the floor next to him. No matter how many times you saw that smile it took your breath away. Staggering over to where he was waiting, you sat  as close to him as possible, watching him pour wine into the glasses. He handed you one and pulled you as closely to him as possible,reaching over and turning on the TV, but keeping the volume low. 

"I got something for you." he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small black box from his pocket with a little red bow on it. 

"Oh Jensen, you shouldn't have gotten me anything! I didn't get to go to get you anything." you tell him as he takes the box ,and places it in your hands, pulling you tight to his chest. 

"You've already given me everything sweetheart. Some things I didn't even know I needed. I'm sorry I wasn't there when I should have been, but I'm going to make it up to you now. I love you so much." 

He pulled your lips to his in a soft, yet passion filled kiss. 

"Open it!!" he said, bouncing in his spot, looking more childish and cute than a grown man should ever have the right to. 

Pulling the little red ribbon tied up around the box, you opened it slowly. Opening it you saw the most beautiful victorian wedding set you had ever seen. Your jaw hit the floor.You loved vintage things. Especially the Victoria error. You didn't think he knew.

You never had a wedding ring. Your wedding was so untraditional, and you never paid it any attention until now. A tear fell from your eyes, and he gently wiped it away, drawing your attention back to him. 

"Oh Jensen it's gorgeous!" Was all you could stagger out, your emotions choking you. 

He gave you a soft smile, brushing the loose hair out of your face. 

"It's nothing compared to you." 

Pulling you into yet another passion filled kiss, he slipped the ring from the box and took your left hand, sliding the ring onto your finger. 

He turned your hand over in his hand,looking at your rings on your finger. You only just noticed that he wore a solid gold band on his left hand as well, something he hadn't done since he had gotten married to you. 

His lips were on you again in an instant, this time hungry. He licked your lower lip, begging for entrance which you happily granted. You wanted nothing more than to feel him. To be close to him.

Laying you down on the makeshift bed he had made on the floor his hands slowly started to roam your body. His mouth never leaves yours as his hands made little trails over your skin. 

He ran  his hand up your shirt feeling the soft skin of your sides and stomach, before coming in contact with your bare breast, a moan falling from both your lips. His fingers were gently massaging and playing with the sensitive flesh of your nipples.

"I need you sweetheart. I want to make love to you."

Your voice was caught in your throat. You couldn't answer, and to be honest he didn't really give you much time to do so before his mouth was on yours again in a heated, passionate kiss. breaking it to shed the two of you from your shirts.  He made quick work of shedding his bottom layers, then yours, kissing a trail all the way to your hips then back up to your breast. Taking them in your mouth one by one, his tongue lightly traced the peaks before moving back down your stomach. Your body felt like it was on fire, arching into him.

Jensen kissed you down to your knees, then back up again, leaving little kisses on the inside of your thighs. When he saw you were completely lost in what he was doing to your body, eyes closed, head back he made a gentle trail with his tongue through your already wet folds,causing a gasp to fall from your mouth. 

Looking up at you, you still had your eyes closed, so he again started his assault on your clit. His tongue lapping at your center like a man starved, increasing speed, then gently again,his sinful mouth driving you closer and closer to the edge.

You could feel the heat begin to pool in your lower belly, the coil tightening in your lower stomach quickly ready to snap. Then he added two of his long, thick digits, pumping them slowly into you. 

That was it, that was all it took for you to fall to pieces around him, your vision spotting in front of you, a deep gasp falling from your lips as you pulsed around his fingers. 

He gently slowed his ministrations until you came completely down from your high. His other hand was stroking his hard length. 

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from you, you whimpered at the loss of contact, but he didn't leave you empty long, sliding his thick length into you while you were still a little high from your orgasm.

You moaned at the stretch he had created in you pumping himself into you slowly,never pulling out all the way, grinding your bodies against each other. 

His name fell from your lips  as he continued to drive both of you closer and closer to your release. 

"Your so beautiful sweetheart." he mumbled through moans, kissing you deeply as he continued to drive your bodies together. You could feel the coil tighten again in your lower belly.

"Jensen… I'm close...'' 

He picked up his pace just a little, still keeping your bodies held close together. 

"I know sweetheart, me too." 

Sliding his hand down between your two bodies he slowly started to circle your clit with his fingers in time with his thrust. Before you knew what was happening you were falling over the edge again, his name a prayer on your lips. You felt for a moment like you were going to pass out as you felt him spill himself deep inside of you, kissing your neck and grunting deeply.

Finally when both of your bodies had stilled, Jensen slowly removed himself from you, and pulled you closer to him, laying your head on his chest as his strong arms wrapped around you. 

"I love you so much Y/N" he said again for what felt like the thousandth time today, but you didn't think you'd ever get tired of hearing it.

"I love you to Jensen."

Both of you drifted off to sleep on your makeshift bed under the light of the christmas tree,Netflix forgotten  in the background.

You didn't ever think Christmas could be this good, or that you'd ever be this happy; yet here you where.

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[if-found-return-to-gusu]

Smoke and Soot

Things were tense. I made them tense. After the fire it was just…. 

I guess I’m just shit at handling stress? I used to think I was pretty good at dealing with stress but I’m starting to realize that I only thought that because I… wasn’t dealing with it.

My biggest problem… Well… One of my biggest problems… I don’t know… That is.

Urgh.

Okay

So my greatest goal in life is to be as small of an inconvenience as possible, apparently. I’ve been thinking about it this past couple weeks and it… informs like 90% of what I do. Especially when I’m stressed I guess. Or… indebted…. And compounding on that, I view every kindness as a debt I should repay. Everything is owed and nothing is free. And while I pay it back I will try not to incur more debt. Don’t be an inconvenience. Don’t take up space. 

I… I don’t think it’s all because of how I was raised with the Jiangs because I was like that from the beginning… I don’t know what happened to me before then. As I mentioned before, I don’t remember. But I think sometimes I kinda… remember the feelings?

I mean it’s obvious that there are conditions from before that still affect me now. I have some scars on my leg and my arm - old and faded now. The one on my leg is clearer. Bite marks. At some point an animal attacked me. Dogs. I don’t remember the event but I still have the results. I’m terrified of them. Dogs. I can’t… I freeze and tremble. So I know the bites are from dogs. Even if I can’t remember the attack. But I have the scars. Both mental and physical. 

And I wonder how many other scars, ones that I can’t see, really inform why I am the way I am. 

Anyway. Not the point. I’m still opening the doors. The doors to my own problems that I kept sealed shut. I’ve had to dig up some keys. Forage through the brush to find them. Some keys have to be re-made. But I’m trying. 

Not the point. 

But anyway. I don’t know the why but I know the result. And the result is I don’t want to take up space. 

And when I started living with Lan Zhan, that instinct kicked into overdrive. Like insane overdrive. 

I think part of it was that I didn’t want to be a bother. I wanted it to be as life as usual for Lan Zhan. So I wouldn’t disrupt his life. He was doing so much for me by taking me in. By taking care of me. It felt like the least I could do to pay that back.  

I know the flaw in that thinking. You have told me. Lan Zhan has told me. Wen Qing has told me. Everyone has told me. I get it. I get that the way of thinking is wrong. But I can’t help it. It’s how I think.

And I’ve gotten better. Especially where Lan Zhan is concerned. 

BUt this was different. It was too much for me to really understand that there is no cost attached to it.

And I did NOT want that cost to be Lan Zhan. I didn’t want to lose him. I DON’T want to lose him. I…

Anyway.

The way this came out was with cleaning. Cleaning everything. I’ve mentioned before that Lan Zhan’s home is spotless. And I know that he prefers cleanliness. On my own I was… not clean. I mean not a pig sty but like my apartment was definitely lived in. There always seemed to be a couple dishes in the sink and some clothes strewn about waiting to be put away. Or art supplies or what have you. 

But Lan Zhan… Lan Zhan is clean. He’s tidy. He puts things away when he’s done with them. He has a cleaning schedule. Like dusting and sweeping and mopping and like all that. And… I don’t know… I didn’t want to disrupt that. I didn’t want to make him clean up after me or like ruin his flow or whatever. 

That was part of it. 

A large part. 

But the other part…. Sometimes even now….

I can smell the smoke on my skin. I can smell it on the things I’ve touched. Left behind like a stain. And… And I know it’s in my head. But it… doesn’t make it any less real to me.

I couldn’t stand the smell of the smoke. And I was afraid that… I don’t know that it’d tainted the things I’d touched. That Lan Zhan could smell it. That he’d resent me for it. That he’d want me to leave. To get away. To stop contaminating his home with my smoke.

……

Thinking about it now…. Maybe I’ve felt that way from before the fire… I’m a contaminant. A stain. Tarnish that needs to be buffed and polished away. 

Huh….

Well…. Well anyway. Where was I. yeah. Okay.

So the reasons were there. The reasons were complicated. The reasons are STILL there and Still complicated. But the result was simple.

If I didn’t want to spoil things or stain them I just had to clean. 

Everything.

Constantly. 

I needed to scrub away the smoke. Especially… Especially in that spot.  

If I think about it even now I can feel it. Smell it. Taste it. It burns my nose. Burns my eyes. Everywhere. The smoke was worse than the heat even. It was just… I couldn’t breathe. Truly couldn’t breathe. Even as I drew breath. 

I… really never want to experience that again. 

But I think…. Also the smoke might be a good thing? Because the fact that I can still smell it means I have to face it. I maybe am not dealing with it in the BEST way but at least I’m dealing with it. I’m not hiding from it and running anymore. 

Which is new for me. 

But… okay enough of my psychoanalyzing myself. That doesn’t really have to do with… the story? I guess?

What happened.

So I was cleaning. You know this. I know this. Lan Zhan DEFINITELY knows this. 

At first it was just that spot. But as the smell spread so did my cleaning. 

Like… I never left Lan Zhan’s place a mess, but like on our Saturdates I wouldn’t clean up immediately either. Like at the end of the day we’d pick up together. It was like a joint thing.

And when it was just a day or two for a few hours or whatever. Idk… it was fine. It was different. But now that I’m living here, always, 24/7 this is where I legit reside, I don’t know it was just not the same. He was doing me such a huge favor and I KNOW it had to inconvenience him. And it was temporary, but I didn’t want him to hate me at the end of it. 

I didn’t want to derail his life. So I just… cleaned everything… right away. Always. 

I think I went through a full bottle and a half of cleaner the first few weeks I was there. And soon that smell of smoke was replaced by chemicals. 

Not. Better.

But I didn’t know what to do. I tried changing cleaners but that just made it worse.

But like I couldn’t stop. And I guess I didn’t realize how bad it was until Christmas Eve. And that was because Lan Zhan literally told me to stop. 

I was home alone. Lan Zhan had gone out to get some supplies for SangSang’s party. And the smell came back. The smoke. From that spot. 

It was… Normally it came back at night and it had lessened since I started sleeping in Lan Zhan’s room again. It’s hard to smell smoke when the sandalwood scent of his skin is just right there.

But the smoke always gets worse when I’m alone. Or it did…. Does? Less so now.

Ugh. I’m sorry it’s hard to get my thoughts in order on this. But anyway

The smell came back. Almost as bad as the first time. From the place I’d hid when I arrived after the fire. And so I started to clean it again. My hands were raw and it burned so bad but I couldn’t stop scrubbing. And scrubbing. And scrubbing. And scrubbing. And scrubbing. And---

 Okay enough you get the point. 

I’d meant to just clean it and move on but… I don’t know. I couldn’t stop or lost track of time or both I guess. But all of a sudden Lan Zhan was there. 

I don’t think I’ve felt shame flood through my body quite so quickly as that before. I don’t even know why I was ashamed really. Like I guess on some level I knew I was being ridiculous. That it wasn’t necessary. That I was going too far in an unneeded extreme. I didn’t want Lan Zhan to know, but of course he knew. I’d seen him lighting more incense around the house to cover up the smell I’d left in my wake. 

In trying to avoid the problem I had caused the problem I’d been trying to avoid.

Par for the course. Good Job Wei Ying. :/

I didn’t even hear him come home. I didn’t see  him approach me. I didn’t realize he was there at all until I heard him call out to me and ask what I was doing.

I panicked then, which of course meant I gave him a big ol’ grin. (these grins never seem to work on him anymore. He knows me too well. Still, can’t help it.)

“Nothing!” I said, sounding WAY too cheerful even to my own ears. “Just cleaning!”

He pointed out that we had both already cleaned the night before. Or like the previous night? I don’t remember. Anyway we had just cleaned. Like normal cleaning. His routine. I helped. 

But what could I do? I couldn’t admit I’d been cleaning religiously for weeks. I couldn’t admit that my hands were burned and cracked and not healing from the fire because of the scrubbing and the chemicals and just… everything. I couldn’t say that I felt so ashamed of being a soot mark against his life that I was trying desperately with everything I had to rub it clean. To rub myself clean.

I couldn’t admit even to myself what that really meant. I wasn’t something with soot on it. I was the soot. And if you rub out the soot, there is no more soot. I wanted to rub myself out. I wanted to erase myself. 

I’ve wanted to erase myself for a long time, I think. 

Not that I wanted to die. I just wanted… 

I don’t know what I wanted. To not exist to begin with? Or just not as I am. Do… I want to be someone else? Or do I just want to be a better version of myself.

Because not all of me is bad. Sometimes I’m so arrogant. And cocky. And other times I just want to beat the shit out of myself.

But not all of me is bad. 

Ugh…. self-identity and shit is just too complicated. Can we please just become ferrets? Ferrets seem cool. Let’s just be ferrets. When’s the last time a ferret had an identity crisis? Never! Because they’re ferrets.

Anyway.

I been caught. Lan Zhan could see where I was and what I was doing. He’s not stupid. 

He took the cleaning stuff out of my hands and asked me what was really going on. Because obviously? Right? 

So what could I do but admit to everything I just rambled on about not being able to admit to. Because when push comes to shove I can’t hide anything from this man. Not really. 

So I told him… maybe not in so many words. But I told him that I know he cares about being clean. And that I didn’t want him to be upset to not living to that standard. That I didn’t want to inconvenience him. 

He told me that he could never be upset with me. (Which isn’t true because he was upset with me trying not to make him upset but that’s dangerously close to a paradox so I’ll let it slide.)

He told me.

He said…..

He told me that he LIKES who I am. 

And I could feel the weight of those words. It’s just…. I really believe that he meant to like… like the CORE of me. He LIKES who I am. He likes ME. 

He has seen me. He’s seen me at my best and my worst. He’s dealt with it. My family drama. My fire. He’s been dragged into it all. And he has seen to the very depth of my soul. 

And he’s decided that he likes it. That me. That core. He still likes me. 

I don’t.. I can’t imagine why… but he does. And I believe him. 

He took my hands (I had to try VERY hard not to wince because fuck they hurt.) and he pulled me so carefully to the couch. 

And he sat down next to me.

And we talked. Well…. He talked. For once I was quiet (mostly) and just listened. 

He told me about his uncle and how he was brought up in such a strict way. He told me that while he can’t change his own habits it’s just that- habits. Not expectations. And he very pointedly does NOT want house rules. After growing up with so many strict rules and punishments for breaking them. That isn’t what home should mean, he said.  And so in his own home there were no such rules. 

And then he said…

He said

That he wants to see the evidence that I was there. That he wants to come home and see traces of me. 

And… I mean… Okay so I’d spent so long trying so hard to not leave a trace of myself, that I had never CONSIDERED that maybe he wanted to see those traces. 

He mentioned that it was proof that… that the worst hadn’t happened.  He… Apparently I really scared him. Or rather the thought of what COULD have happened scared him. 

“This is your home too,” he said. “As long as you want it, it will be yours.”

I avoided jokes this time, though the urge was there. I was afraid of what he’d say if I said “Well then I guess you’re stuck with me forever then.”

But I don’t think I could have spoken anyway with the lump that had formed in my throat. So instead I threw myself at him. And he accepted me. He held me so close. 

After a moment I managed to swallow that lump to tell him he was too good to me. Because he is. But he said that I deserve all the good. 

Which made me laugh… but somehow.. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe him. I just… Hearing those words. From him. It was a release I hadn’t known I needed. So I laughed and just… held on to him. 

He let me. He’s so patient. Always waiting for me. 

So, I decided to share a bit more. It took a minute. With the words came the smoke. And once I said them he’d have to breathe it in. 

But I did. Because… Lan Zhan wanted to share the burden with me. And I’m… I’m starting to be willing to let him. 

I told him that I didn’t want to be a burden. 

He shook his head, and I think he was going to say something else, but I kept going. 

I breathed in deep. Smoke. I breathed out. Smoke. But he let me talk. 

I told him about it. THe smoke. The smell. How it follows me. Everywhere I go. Everything I touch. Contaminated by smoke. I told him how it was especially strong in the corner where he’d found me. 

And then this jackass absolute angel fucking specimine of a man just said that we should rearrange the room then. 

Break away the association. 

I tried to tell him that we couldn’t do that! The living room was how he wanted it and rearranging his life was specifically the thing I’d been trying to AVOID. 

And so he JUST DEADLIFTED THE END OF THE COUCH WITH ME ON IT AND JUST STARTED MOVING IT!

WHAT THE HELL……..???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

FUCK.

I mean I was too devastated at the time to be horny but now??

Okay anyway. 

So since it clearly didn’t matter what I had to say about it at that point, I decided I could at least help. 

So we moved the room around. It didn’t take that long actually and the end result is actually rather nice. It ended up opening the living room up a bit more. And… 

The selfish part of my heart….

It’s ours. Our living room. It’s arranged how WE want it. Because he asked for my input. And we’d try it. And if WE didn’t like it WE moved it again. Until it was how WE liked it. 

And oh…. Oh…. We. 

I like we.

And… I think we… WE might…. There’s a real chance…

We…

He asked me how it was after we finished. I breathed in deep. And smelled only Sandalwood. 

“Better.”

He smiled at me and… The taste of smoke was replaced by the memory of the taste of him. That kiss that never should have happened. I just… I wanted nothing more than to repeat what had happened. I wanted him to press me into that couch and not let me up. I wanted…. 

You don’t need to hear my sick fantasies. You get the point. 

I really really wanted to kiss him. And kiss him. And KISS him. 

And… uh… well… turns out that my wish didn’t take TOO long to be granted actually…. 

Mmm…. maybe I should say this in order though. Because it happened at the party. And it was…. Well….. It wasn’t a KISS really. Like a KISS KISS. but it was still a kiss. And just… The longing hadn’t gone away. It hadn’t even dimmed since that first kiss that never should have happened. But this… this just made it 1000 times stronger. (I’m writing about Christmas now but it’s getting late. So I’ll just post this for now and finish the rest later)

#wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #Long Post #(Modern AU!) #fic

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Hey! I’m kinda new in the vds ship, do u have any fic rec. for me? 🥰

Hiii 🥺 sorry it took me so long to answer this! I could list literally the whole vds ao3 tag on here because there isn’t a single vds fic I don’t like. But I’ve tried to just pick out some of my favourites, mostly ones that are a bit longer :)

Complete:

Starstruck (The Idea of Always) by fantasiesandmemories

I needed Jens and Lucas to be canon so I took care of it myself.

(Starts at the Christmas party in s3)

(literally the best fic ever)

The Boyfriend Challenge by silver_etoile

A Q&A on the vlog might get Jens more than he expects when he mentions a fellow vlogger. Jens is pretty sure Lucas had no idea who he was before, but he definitely does now.

Coffee & Creamer by silver_etoile

This very cute guy has been coming into the cafe for months but Lucas hasn't worked up the courage to talk to him yet. Today might be the day.

Downward Facing Dog by silver_etoile

Jens thinks he got pretty lucky in the flatmate department--two cool guys from the Netherlands--but that was before he walked in on Lucas practicing yoga in the living room. There has to be a way for Jens to stop thinking about it and not ruin his friendship with Lucas, but he has no idea what that is or if he even wants to.

Beautiful stranger by Kartoffelblume

The broerrrs go on a ski trip again, this time it is Jens who meets a beautiful stranger in the ski lift.

First part isn't necessary to read this :)

alone together (we can stay young forever) by silver_etoile

“Don’t look now, but there’s a cute guy checking you out across the cafe."

Lucas caught deep brown eyes darting away, back to the two guys he was sitting with.

A chance meeting in a cafe with a cute boy from Belgium is only the first step in Lucas discovering what it is he truly wants.

Rainy Nights in Belgium by helloforelith

When Jens and Lucas run into a bad storm on the road, they have no choice but to take shelter at a bed and breakfast.

some nights (I wish that my lips could build a castle) by teen_content_queen

An AU where Robbe x Sander and Jens x Lucas VDH deal with growing up, fighting and falling in love.

*the chapter titles are inspired by Fun's Some Nights album but the actually story is only kind of inspired by the songs*

We're going to try for weekly updates. Enjoy!

Quarantine Dreams by silver_etoile

The last thing Jens wants to do while stuck at home indefinitely is do homework, but a group project with a cute new boy surprises Jens more than he realizes.

Incoming videocall by Kartoffelblume

The notification sound startles Jens in the middle of the movie he’s currently watching - he doesn’t expect any calls at the moment - at least none he remembers. Probably it’s just Robbe trying to catch up, he tells himself while getting in an upright position and accepting the call.

It’s not Robbe. Instead there is curly brown hair and really blue eyes.

- Jens and Lucas originally just wanted to talk about school stuff but they quickly end up falling for each other instead

just roommates by ravenbrenna09

Over the course of the first few months, their roommateship had simply been that. They shared a bedroom and living space together. Whenever one of them had to study for a test or complete a paper, the other one generally tried to be quiet and non-distracting or left the dorm all together to give them the peace and solitude that the other person needed. But, one day, it somehow shifted and they became almost something close to friends.

And, that’s all Jens expected them to be.

Friends.

Roommates.

Until, well, they weren’t.

The Price I Pay by silver_etoile

The worst part about Jens’ mom suddenly deciding they needed to get as far away from Jens’ dad as possible wasn’t moving to Utrecht, of all places, it was that Jens had no one to talk to about this new, unexpected crush on a boy in his class.

In progress:

i wanna feel weightless by heart_made_of_glass

An AU where Jens is Spider-Man, and he meets Lucas by accident one night when he gets hurt.

Title of the series from the song “Weightless” by All Time Low

(this is actually a series with two complete parts!)

Jens’ season by My_Evak_Heart

To most, Jens is confidence in a bottle. He has success with girls, a good family and the best of friends. But, what if Jens' life was different behind closed doors?

(THIS IS A TEMPORARY SUMMARY)

These Feelings I Got/Lucas’ Season by justpolyester

Leaving the Netherlands wasn't a thing that Lucas would have excepted to happen. His life had been going pretty well.

But then, things changed and he got torn out of his life. Moving in with his dad, someone he hasn't seen since he was four. Moving to a country so close and still so far from home. He just didn't want all of this, his plan was to hate his new life in Antwerp. But then he meets new people, friends that make him smile, that he wants to like. And there's him.

read the parts when they happen (and bonus parts) on my Tumblr->

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/matteomymood

I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend I Want To Kiss Your Neck by Peachteari

Jens rolls his eyes. “Okay, then show me more, convince me,” he says with a cocky smile.

Lucas stares out the window, staying silent for a second.

“Unless you don’t want to show me more, of course,” Jens says, realising art can be something very personal.

Lucas looks back at Jens. “Maybe another time,” he says before ducking down to grab another box and walking back to his dresser.

Jens stays silent for a second, watching Lucas walk away. The small interaction had left him stunned for some reason.

[A van Der Stoffels college roommate fic]

Spotless Mind by RoseHarker9

Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.

And surely Lucas didn't know what he was going to get at that party his friends dragged him to. And neither does a boy who is traveling in train from the opposite direction but in the same direction.

"Lucas couldn’t help but look around, not to girls, obviously.

Lately, his eyes wandered on boys without him noticing, it was like an instinct. His previous attempts with boys scared him more than attract him. Too blatant, too explicit: he had the need to take things slow. He wanted to fall in love, to feel his guts turning upside down and his cheeks flush, even though he knew that it was a ridiculous thought. No one would have wanted something like that from him.

None of the boys at the party was lighting that particular spark in him, no one awakened nothing in him that was barely meaningful until he clearly felt something twitch and twirl in his stomach.

The music seemed to stop just for him.

Dark hair, sharp face, tall and lean."

Cotton Candy Skies Always Look Better In Person by fantasiesandmemories

Not even Robbe knows. Robbe, who knows close to everything about Jens, save for a few things, including what the fuck he does on Thursdays.

It's not that he's ashamed or embarrassed, he's not.

But really, he'd rather his friends see him in a hoodie and on a skateboard than in pink tights holding on to a barre.

So yeah.....literally everything. If you want to follow them on here check out @azozzoni (silver_etoile), @kartoffelblume, @justvibin (fantasiesandmemories), @franboos1 & @livsisa (Peachteari), @ravenbrenna09, @all-things-skam (My_Evak_Heart), @teen-content-queen, @roseharker9 and @matteomymood (justpolyester)

There are also great things I don’t have listed by @pduwd, @hopetofantasy, @noorakviigmohn, @malecacidd and more on ao3 as well as more I’m sure I’m forgetting ;-; but this should get you off to a good start!

#van der stoffels #fic recs #asks

[batb1tch]

It’s my boy’s birthday so here are some Jason Todd head-canons 🎉

Probably 3rd to last (Alfred and Bruce) on the list of ‘understanding internet slang’ in the household. He died and just sort of fell behind on the times (including memes, pop culture references,etc..) I know he’s known for making snarky quips and sarcastic comments but I have no doubt his siblings would call him out on his outdated references. It’s likely it’d really piss him off too like, knowledge is really everything to this kid and here he is with a group of teenagers who are always on top of shit (Steph, Tim, Duke, even Dick) and he doesn’t know what they’re talking about the majority of the time. Can’t figure out how to use Twitter or Snapchat and he does not have the patience to learn. It’s a genuine sore spot for him regardless of the humorous side.

Has an inner city accent that will never leave him. Still pronounce “on” like “awn” and frequently drops his r’s (which Bruce acts like he hates but really he finds it endearing.) Drops his “ing”s like “nothing” is “nothin.”

Fantastic chef, learned from the best. Very good at making something out of nothing and making it last. Steph has been showing him how to can things like fruit and vegetables. She’s basically just enabled his doomsday prepping behavior.

Speaking of, if you think Bruce is bad with the backup plans (yes there is always a b c d — z) where do you think Jay got it from? Absolutely anal about planning and contingencies. Has a backup for his backups.

Has a small hoard of books hidden in an end-table back at one of his safe houses. His favorite classics (mostly gifted by Bruce.)

Loves the smell of paper.

Definitely could use them but refuses to get glasses. Babs teases him for his squinting when she gets the chance.

“Just join the club book-worm, promise it won’t ruin your badass reputation.”

Jason ~squinting~ “I’d rather die....again.”

Collects cool bookmarks.

Definitely names his guns.

Favorite meal is literally any Spanish/Mexican dish followed by a good chili dog & a coke.

Can pack away enough food to feed a horse and keep going, not even Bruce knows how he does it. Alfred acts like he’s a pain in the ass to cook for but loves feeding him anyways. “You’ll eat us out of house and home someday my dear boy, good god.”

While we’re at it, he is 100% taller and wider than Bruce. You might think it makes Bruce a bit uncomfortable when standing right next to him (I mean...it does lol) but he absolutely loves when Jay throws his weight around because the malnourished string-bean of a child that he met on the street could now powerlift a small automobile and he is so fucking proud and happy that he grew up to be big and healthy (that he managed to grow up AT ALL mind you) how could he be mad? He probably tears up at the dinner table after Jay fills his plate for 4th time that evening and still intends to stay for dessert because he loVES HIM.

His feet definitely hang off the end of his bed by like, the shins because his room only has a full compared to everyone else’s king/queen. It never got upgraded when he hit puberty (because he was dead) and then he wouldn’t let anyone change it once he came back because that’s his bed “don’t fucking touch it I still fit just fine.” (Even though he’s like 22 and there’s a dip in the mattress that could put the Grand Canyon to shame.)

Still has a picture of Catherine hidden away. Visits her grave on the anniversary and always brings her favorite flowers (Lillie’s.)

His hands get cold really easily and they’re always dry/calloused.

Snores. Loudly.

The Lazarus pit did NoT heal his autopsy scar that shit is there for life and it is big and it is ugly. He doesn’t like taking his shirt off because of it and the look on Bruce’s face when he sees it could strip wallpaper.

Stopped dying the lock of white hair on his head.

Has spring allergies that turn him into a giant snotting watery eyed whiny baby.

He’s claustrophobic and not a fan of the dark. It’s why his helmet has night vision.

(While we’re at it, that helmet has to be the equivalent of like, iron mans on the inside. Definitely has built in comms, scopes, analysis systems, navigation, etc etc. the WORKS. whICH he designed and created himself because he’s brilliant.) (Actually Roy might have helped a little but don’t tell him that.)

Has a work-in-progress bike in the cave that hasn’t been finished for over 2 years and it will never be finished because he uses it as an excuse to hangout and spend time with Bruce. Drives Steph crazy to see it sit there but she gets it.

During his first Thanksgiving with Bruce and Alfred he cried for 15 minutes before dinner (which he’s still embarrassed about to this day) and then ate until he literally puked. He hasnt missed many Thanksgivings since he died.

TERRIBLE at 1st-person-shooters and super pissed about it.

“That’s not even realistic, an HK-416 doesn’t even have a 200 round drum. It’s bonkers! It’s madness Tim!”

“Shut the fuck up Jason you haven’t even been facing the right way since we started.”

(He’ll stick to Space Invaders and Mario fuck you very much.)

Really good at piano. Bruce asked him to start playing seriously when he moved in because “learning a musical instrument teaches self -discipline and versatility” but really it’s because one day during his Robin years Jay sat down and started plinking on the keys to a song he learned at the public youth-center on the “old shitty out of tune” wood one they had and it just happened to be a song Martha used to play Bruce all the time. He wanted to hear it fill the halls again.

Gets in a screaming match with Bruce nowadays and instead of lighting up one of Penguin’s underground casinos (like he might of used to 👀) he’ll disappear for a month to cool down. You can always tell when he gets over it though because he sends the family a postcard from wherever he is in the world. (Alfred puts them all on the fridge.)

Pit symptoms used to (and occasionally still do) include horrific night terrors, black-out rage, and brief moments of hallucinations or flashbacks. He had to relive the period of time shortly after he was pulled out through graphic and warped recollections (typically after not getting enough sleep or engaging in physical altercations.) He really only started to work through this after Ducra had suggested keeping a log and writing down everything he could remember. After a time he was able to piece together the things he had experienced or done (mostly to others) and as awful and horrible as knowing may have been, he could at least start to move on.

The more time he spent with Damian after he came back the more he could remember as well. He will occasionally speak to him in Arabic & not even realize he’s doing it (which scares the pants of Dames, himself, and Bruce.)

He does feel closer to the little gremlin because of it though. Talia likely had him as a baby with her the majority of the time after he was born and Jay was recovering/training, so he spent a substantial amount of time with both of them.

Bruce bought him a kindle for Christmas one of the first years he was back and he was (and still is but don’t tell the old man that) elated.

Occasionally mumbles in his sleep, usually in a variety of languages.

He does smoke, mostly only when he gets stressed out (because everyone reams him for it otherwise.) You’d think it’s a rebellious street kid thing but it’s actually because Catherine used to smoke the same brand and the smell reminds him of her.

His shoe size is a 13.

The time shortly after he crawled out of his own grave he could see ghosts (and I’m talking straight up dead people.) He can’t recall much of this or the time spent actually deceased (even after his dunk in the pit) but even now he’ll see things move out of the corner of his eye or get cold chills or feel like he’s being watched. When he hasn’t slept for like, 4 days and is bordering on manic depressive and harmful behavior, he starts seeing them again. Constantine prob finds him real interesting.

My guess is that he did see Catherine when he died but overall ended up in some sort of purgatory-like state which he can’t recall.

When he blushes it’s the hollows of his cheeks, back of the ears and neck and all the way down the front of his chest. The autopsy scar shows up white against it.

Has those hands that no matter how many times he washes them the oil/gun cleaner doesn’t come out of the cracks. Looks like a mechanic.

Tends to wear thicker work/type clothing like carhart fireproof pants and boots. Obviously his jacket too.

Not a fan of cold weather at all. His nose and cheek get really red and he shivers (as unmanly as that is)

OCD. His apartments are spotless, weapons and ammunition categorized and logged, etc.

Had asthma as a child and sort of grew out of it but sometimes his endurance suffers as an adult because of it.

Has this particular phone case 💀

#jason todd #jason peter todd #dc #batfam #red hood

[spamela-hamderson]

This is random but I’d love to know!What are some of your favourite smaller/underrated robron scenes?? 💕

thanks for the qn, sorry I took 47 years to post this!! they’re not all are strictly robron, i got carried away oops

when aaron lost spamela and robert was like “let’s just buy another pig and hope for the best.”

that deleted car scene before they go to sandra’s and how robert didn’t give aaron a chance to get stuck in his own head too much but also wasn’t pushy about it.

aaron drinking orange juice and watching robert’s life with chrissie fall apart in front of him like the petty mf he is. an icon.

this isn’t underrated, i know, but the moment they kissed as legal husbands during wedding 2.0 and everyone clapped and cheered is very special cos that’s what it’s like in my brain every time they smooch and tbh, personally, I would like ed to slap that cheer track onto every kiss. That’s the kind of respect their love deserves.

whEN ROBERT GAVE AARON HIS LAST BREATH. POETIC CINEMA. Except ok it only seems underrated cos it’s so dark and is probably a nightmare to gif.

when angel called robert pathetic and he was like “!! omg!!!

that 1st time robert had seb at the scrapyard and was Struggling and he’d completely cluttered aaron’s desk with baby stuff while leaving his own spotless and aaron didn’t even bat an eyelash

when they were moving robert back into the mill and aaron did his ‘yeah, we should ;) start upstairs ;) why don’t you come ;) up. i’ll help ;) ;)’ face. what a slut.

“precious, is it?”

that whole scene is art ok. rob’s not even helping aaron carry shit, he’s probably spent the whole day flouncing about with his design catalogues, complaining about aaron’s inferior taste, and watching him lift heavy things from behind. what a life.

“I’m just super sensitive about these things ever since I found out my brother had slept with my wife the night before our wedding day.” I mean, wow.

that time during the break up when robert came over to get his phone that he secretly stashed accidentally fell between the cushions and lingered for so long and kept looking back at Aaron all hopeful.

the doughnuts stacked under their wedding cake

that time robert called alex a coward for not fighting for aaron and alex was like “he’s not over you :(” and robert looked like he was barely holding back a sob, fuck, he had to stop and breath for a sec so he wouldn’t immediately break

actually, since we’re already at the xmas episode, when aaron leaves the room after they toast to being bffs and you can hear robert start to cry

oh and aaron fully crying literally 40 seconds after he walks into the room. THEY HADN’T EVEN SAID ANYTHING SAD YET. DID HE JUST START CRYING COS LOOKING AT ROBERT HURT HIS HEART OR SMTH?? WTF IS HAPPENING HERE

the sugdens bringing christmas to robert’s sad little hospital room and making him smile holds a special place in my cold heart

that one time aaron checked his messages at work, and was like “bitch u thought lol” and muted them.

when aaron laughed at robert searching for porn on cain’s phone cos he thinks his bff, robert sugden, is the funniest boy in class

the fact robert didn’t know adam wasn’t actually a murderer but helped him go on the run anyway cos that’s what you do for your best friend’s other best friend I guess.

robert’s super stressed out dancing at the chrobert wedding

that time joe brought his car to the garage while aaron was there and insulted him and then aaron was like ‘well, your hair doesn’t complement your face, so 😎’ ??? ?

EVERY TIME THEY DO THEIR HUSBANDLY NOD OF SILENT COMMUNICATION but special shoutout to the one pre-proposal 2.0 cos I still don’t know how robert knew what he was agreeing to. Is the volume on aaron’s phone just that high?

OH when aaron showed robert liv’s original graduation present and rob laughed cos his husband is hopeless but he finds it endearing anyway cos actually they’re both hopeless, fuck them tbh (also the way the scene cuts to the bear was funny as hell)

and how cute is it that they arranged a quick little meeting outside wishing well just so aaron could show him the gift in the first place? I mean he could’ve just sent a pic but noooo, any excuse to meet up f2f in the middle of the day even though they share a home and a tiny office space and are practically on each other all day every day. I love them.

every time they individually, and as a pair, try to hide

every time aaron tells robert to shut up in his ‘teenager with a crush’ voice

aaron stroking robert’s arm every chance he got, through the entire ‘rebecca goes missing’ storyline

plus robert dramatically marching off with the pram after yelling at everyone in the street

aaron’s bashful shrug at the cemetery when robert tells him he couldn’t have done this without him

when aaron joked about seb emailing robert and then immediately shook his head at himself like ‘ok the accent thing was hilarious, i’m a comedian, but babies sending emails? that’s just silly, what was i thinking.’

The pre-shooting scrapyard scene. I know who I am. (trash.)

ROBERT WANTING TO BUY HALF THE PUB SO HE COULD BE NEAR AARON AND FLIRT WITH HIM ALL THE TIME Urghh

that time they planned to go to a music festival together as exes? cos that’s normal.

robert straight running from aaron post liv’s alcohol poisoning when he realises liv’s told him what happened at HF

post ONS prison scene when aaron walks in with his depression scruff and immediately keeps trying to lock eyes with robert cos he’s so sorry and he needs robert to know and robert can’t look at him cos he feels guilty as fuck AND EVERYTHING IS AWFUL

reunion no. 1 cos I’m a heathen and only recently realised how good it was

them blatantly flirting in front of lawrence and chrissie at HF cos they don’t share a shred of shame between them

aaron not even caring that he got caught staring at robert at the bar, he just carries on staring like an insane person

actually also aaron looking around vanessa’s head so he doesn’t, for one second, lose sight of robert

robert’s sad-dancing once he notices aaron

robert making it a point to place aaron’s pillow back on the sofa after the surrogacy fight and that just annoying aaron even more

aaron’s face after he gets robert to agree to go to the surrogacy meeting with him cos he knew the soft “do it for me uwu” thing would work

“What have you done, Aaron.”

that time robert, fully serious, told a widow that she had it easier cos at least her husband was dead

also that time robert dramatically pushed finn down and yelled at him after seeing aarex at the pub (and then did a bunch of other insane things)

every time they’re not on for a week or more and then one or both of them enter through a door, i dunno, it’s a thing, i have a problem

aaron making sure robert knows that his mouse trap making skills have improved since he was a kid cos he’s a dork and wants to look cool? in front of his husband i guess?? anyway, he’s cute.

aaron thinking robert listening to ‘cheesy teen pop’ is sweet

the fact we narrowly escaped them being orange people in the ONS reveal scenes

that time robert ran belle over with his car and then the dingles thanked him for it

aaron and robert planning to propose on the same day? in the same fucking way?? ? they live in their own romcom world, istg

the porsche taking it upon itself to run out of gas since neither one of these idiots can be trusted to propose otherwise

actually just the v impt v crucial v real role cars play in this relationship. i will shut up about the ot3 when i die.

robert finally taking his ring off juST TO PUT IT IN HIS WALLET, WHERE AARON’S RING HAS BEEN, ALL THIS TIME, CLOSE TO HIM, COS HE’S TRYING BUT IT’S HARD, OK? LEAVE HIM ALONE.

the first time they saw each other after xmas 17, and kept smiling at each other in a very best friendly, non in love manner

aaron being SO ANGRY about having to choose alex over robert

rip alex tbh

aaron going to his mum’s to steal her beer instead of just buying some even though david’s shop is nearer

robert being so proud of aaron for how he handled the boxing thing with jason, like he was fully in awe of him i CAN’T

that time robert was just innocently talking to aaron after he so kindly agreed to watch seb and alex came in like aHA! YOU SNAKE, I KNEW YOU WERE UP TO NO GOOD. and robert was like “:O but no but i’m a real boy now, i would never!!1” Meanwhile aaron’s playing dumb and not saying shit cos he knows he bailed on his boyfriend so fast to hang out with his ex and his baby

the lodge scene, it is pure, unfiltered comedy and deserves to be celebrated more (also paddy is the only one who has actually witnessed their insanity multiple times and survived. he’s powerful.)

#holly #asks #robron

[shellsan]

Here: Have a life update in case anyone on this hellsite cared. Warning: Way longer than anticipated.

So, unlike my original plan of going home in December for an entire month to work while being there for all the important things that are happening (My sisters showcase, then her 21st, then Christmas, then my Bday which I didn't care to be home for but, I guess I will be anyway), I'm also going home for a month again now.

I had literally just gotten to my house after the 8 hour drive from a weekend home for my youngest sisters first musical when my old manager sent me a text and asked me if I wanted to come home and work for a month or so. For context: My older sister is currently on placement for her final year of paramedical science for 7 weeks, and she was covering 30 hours worth of the daytime shifts, and one of the few competent workers they had. With her away and her not being able to be there because she's working on something important for the next 4 months, she's a little desperate.

Long story short, I agreed to go and sort it out with my current workplace (which is the same company but a different location) and decided to head home for those 4 weeks. The main motivator for this is money, since I'm literally going from $250 a week and 15/16 hours to around $500 a week and 30/32 hours (which is the max before overtime) which means I'm doubling my money and lowering my living costs because when i'm home I don't have to pay for food, and the workplace is closer so it's less fuel per week.

It also takes care of the one thing that I stress over the most these days, which is money. After all my expenses, I've been struggling to be able to put money aside for savings, which has been a huge issue that's become almost obsessive? Any time someone suggests doing something, I just kinda want to scream because, yes, I'd love to go and see that movie, or go out op-shopping, or do something fun, maybe get lunch, but I also know that I'll beat myself up for it for weeks afterwards, regretting the spend of money I didn't need to make, to the point where it's unhealthy? And every time I think that I'm good, manage to pick up some extra hours and have some extra money there to cover things, another bill comes in that's higher than I expected and I freak out all over again because now the extra money I thought I was going to have is gone, and I have the same as I would have had any other weeks.

So that means that going home and doubling my income for a month should be great, all positives, and I shouldn’t stress further right?

Here are several other things I've realised since agreeing that are stressing me out.

I now only have less than a week to get my things organised for while I'm away, namely cleaning my room so that it's spotless, and the adjoining bathroom that I have.

It's going to once more disrupt my writing schedule. I'm going to be working way more than I have for most of the year, and that means that I'm going to be more tired, and it's going to put me behind again. Not only am I still in the middle of a major edit/rewrite over two of my stories, but I have so many other projects that I've had the urge to work on and it's stressing me out a lot because I spent half of this year on a strict schedule, and every moment I’m off of it, I feel like I’m letting everyone who reads, and myself, down.

I have to cart any of my hobbies things, and writing things, home for a month, because otherwise I'm not going to be able to work on anything.

I'm not going to have the same personal space as I have previously.

I'm going to have to deal with my father for an entire month. I could barely last two weeks, so this is probably my biggest worry. The reason I moved out so early on, despite not starting uni until next year (and that wasn't even planned just yet), was because he stresses me out. I love him, but we've never seen eye-to-eye and I can't hold a conversation with him to save my life. Usually I just avoid him like the plague, but in a month, there's going to be some moments where that isn't the case.

Japanese Class. I currently go to Japanese every wednesday night for two hours. It's not mandatory for me to be there every week, but if I'm not there for at least 75% of the classes, then I'm not able to take the exam which grants be a certificate of proficiency, which is a piece of paper I'd really like to have (and spent good money for the chance to get). I won't know for sure how things are going to work until I speak with said teacher of Wednesday, but I can't help but imagine the worst case scenario, which is being told that I can't go for that certificate.

I have to make the drive on my own again. It’s only been a month since the last time this happened, and I’m not too concerned about it per-say, since when I’m driving, the likelihood of getting car sick lessens, but in general, long drives suck, and there’s a ton of roadworks on the highway right now that I don’t want to deal with.

I had plans for August, namely my friend circle was doing Christmas in August, since one of our friends is going to be here then, and it’s the best time for gift exchange since later in the year we’re all split, but now I won’t be here, and I might not have time to get her gift done, because I leave on Saturday, and it’s already Monday night, and I have work tomorrow, wednesday, an inspection on thursday, work friday, and then I head home.

If anyone has made it to the bottom of this update turned rant and has any advice for me, that'd be great right about now because for the first time since I've turned 18, I'm really feeling out of my depth with the adulting that needs to happen and I'm not sure what I can do other than try my best to push through everything?

#shellsanspeaks #shellsanrants #i'm feeling out of my depth and stressed af rn #personal #life update

[hellas-himself]

Ch.7 Feliz Dia de Reyes

Ch. 6

After the death of his father, Azriel is forced to go back to the one place he swore he’d never return to. But he finds himself quite literally face to face with his past, one that he had not let himself think of since he’d left.

Ch.8

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Driving in the dark had never bothered me before, but I was exhausted. The flight back home had been awful and Elain was a mess of nerves. We had the entire day to travel to Illyria tomorrow… So I drove us to my house.

I usually felt relief to be home alone after the holidays, but I genuinely missed them. Elain and her sisters had cried when we were all saying goodbye and she’d been rather quiet since we left. But then I turned on the light to the kitchen and Elain rushed over to the double oven. 

“I always wanted one of these,” she said, touching the stainless steel.

“I’ll get one for the apartment.”

“Stop it,” she said with a smile and became distracted by the pots and pans in the cabinets. She opened the fridge, messed with the sink that turned on and off with a slight tap of the back of her hand.

“Probably the best thing I ever bought,” I said as she turned it on and off a few times.

“Do you actually use the kitchen? It’s spotless.”

I chuckled. “I cleaned before I went to see you.”

“Mhm.” She blushed and walked off. Elain found the living room and turned on the light, looking about ready to jump on the sofas.

“I sleep here most of the time,” I said as she stared at the television.

“What’s wrong with your bed?”

“Want to see?”

She laughed and held out her hand to me.

“Show me what’s wrong with your bed.”

Upstairs, I showed her the guest room. My office. The bathroom. My bedroom was at the end of the hall.

“Your bed wouldn’t even fit in my apartment.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“I sleep in a twin sized bed. This is… what the hell is this?”

That made me laugh.

“This is proof that even I have made terrible choices with money solely because I could. Cassian bought an ice cream truck, Rhys decided a yacht was a good idea… And I got this stupid bed.”

Elain slipped out of her boots and with the bed low enough on the floor, she stepped up on it. She walked to the middle of the bed and jumped. Once. Twice. The third time, she fell back and let out a long sigh.

“How can you not sleep on this? Az, this is amazing.”

“Want to see the bath tub?”

She propped herself up on her elbows and grinned.

“Where?”

I pointed to the door across the room. With a laugh, Elain got out of bed and went to look. She was turning the water on before I even said a word. “Where do you keep the bubble bath stuff?”

“I don’t…”

“Go get my bag.”

When I came back from getting her bag, she was already down to her underwear. She’d tied up her hair. She beamed at me and snatched the bag and rummaged through it until she took out a ball wrapped in pink tissue paper. Even from where I stood, it smelled amazing like-

“Pink sugar,” she said and opened it up, tossing the paper in the waste bin and the ball into the tub. It began to fizz and Elain looked ridiculously excited. “Take your clothes off.”

“What-” I forgot what I was going to say once she was completely naked and stepping into the bath tub.

“Can I live in your bathroom?” she asked, sighing as she leaned back. I got in and sat across from her.

“You can live wherever you want, El. The bathroom and the rest of the house.”

She blushed, almost as pink as the bathwater.

“You’re so silly, Az.”

“So what is this supposed to do?”

“It has stuff that’s good for your skin. And it’s relaxing. Oh! There’s one we should try, dammit I can’t believe I forgot. It’s called a sex bomb and it’s pink and purple and it’s supposed to have aphrodisiacs in it.”

I smiled, reaching over for her and pulled her towards me.

“God, you’re adorable,” I said and she laughed.

“That’s not what you were saying last night.”

It was my turn to laugh. “I love you, El.”

With a sigh, Elain wrapped her arms around me and rested her head against my chest.

“I love you, too, Az.”

*

I woke up early and made Elain breakfast. I spoke to Rhys for a bit before I set everything on a tray to carry it upstairs. She was sitting up, her hair a mess, looking around as if she was confused as to where she was.

“Good morning,” I said and she turned to look at me and smiled.

“Good morning.”

“I made you breakfast.”

She perked up at that.

“Let me go wash up,” she said and hurried off to the bathroom. She came back still completely naked but fresh faced and her hair tied up and out of the way.

“As you were,” I said as she climbed back into bed and sat down. I set the tray over her lap.

“Did you eat?” she asked, reaching for the coffee. I nodded and sat down facing her.

“How did you sleep?”

“I really can’t understand why you wouldn’t sleep here every night. I’m only up because there’s food.”

I chuckled. “It’s not that great when you’re by yourself.”

“Good point.”

I reached over to touch her face and the way she leaned in to me just left me utterly speechless. How I had gone so long without her… I wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

I answered work emails while she ate breakfast, then washed the dishes while she got dressed. We ended up in the living room, the tv on but mostly for the background noise. She was sitting down and I was laying on my side, my head on her lap. She started to run her fingers through my hair.

“Can I tell you something?” she asked.

“Anything.”

“I know this is probably silly but… I almost wish that I didn’t have to go back.”

“Do you have to go back?”

“The diner isn’t going to run itself.”

“I understand… But it isn’t silly.”

“I guess I’m just going to miss you, is all.”

“Why would you miss me?”

“Az, we live hours away from each other.”

I sat up and did my best to fix the mess she’d made of my hair, making her laugh.

“You look fine,” she said.

“Do you think I’m going to just… leave?”

“You hate Illyria.”

“But I love you, Elain.”

“And you have this ridiculous house. And a job.”

“That I can do from anywhere. The house isn’t going anywhere, either.”

“You would stay with me, in Illyria?”

“I only want to be with you, El. If you want me with you out there, that’s where I’ll be. I’ll get a place out there if you think we’re moving too fast.”

“Az…”

“The biggest mistake of my life was walking away from you… That and that stupid bed.”

She giggled even as tears lined her eyes.

“I don’t want to be without you,” I said.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she began to cry.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Everything I’ve wanted since we were in high school… It’s happening and I shouldn’t be crying.”

“It’s alright, El.”

“Don’t get a place in Illyria,” she said with a sniffle. “We can share my inferior mattress.”

I laughed.

“Are you sure, Az? This is what you want?”

“With all my heart.”

*

Elain went back to work the morning after we went back to Illyria. I went back to fixing her apartment when I wasn’t busy with work. I told her that her Reyes present would be a fully functioning kitchen sink and chairs that weren’t going to fall apart.

“It’s two days away,” she said to me, holding a tray of food. I was sitting at the counter downstairs, taking a break.

“A lot can change in two days.”

“You’re right.”

I watched her walk away and all I could do was smile.

*

It was Vispera de Reyes, and Elain and I were standing outside of the diner. She had her hands on her hips, a look of determination on her face.

“I have no grass.”

“You live in an apartment.”

“I know Lucien wouldn’t mind if I just… No, I don’t want to do that.”

“We could always go for a walk.”

She clutched her bag and smiled.

“Perfect.”

Hand in hand we walked through town until we made it to the trees and found our path. Being the dead of winter meant barren trees and hardly any grass to be had. But Elain was persistent and we kept walking.

“How bad would it be if I put evergreens in the box?”

“I think a horse walking through mountains covered in snow wouldn’t care what was in the box.”

“Az! This is important.”

“It’s fine. Though dried out grass won’t hurt.”

So there we were, two grown adults kneeling down in the middle of a forest, plucking grass from the ground. We didn’t leave until Elain was satisfied. When we made it back to the apartment, she separated the grass and evergreens into two piles; one for me, one for her. She brought out two busted up shoe boxes and we set our grass in them and put the boxes at the foot of the bed.

“I’m so excited,” she said and gave me a kiss.

“I haven’t done this in years.”

“It’s going to be amazing.”

I kissed her back. “Yes, it will.”

We cooked verdura and bacalao if only because Elain really missed being by the ocean. And because it was good as hell.

“Pernil and arroz con gandules tomorrow,” she declared.

“Pasteles?”

“Fuck,” she said and then covered her mouth. “I mean... Yeah. I can make that happen.”

I shook my head. “I can take care of it.”

“It takes forever.”

“I’ll take care of it,” I said and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “What’s for dessert?”

“There’s still cookies from the night we left.”

“You own a diner,” I said and her eyes widened.

“Come on, Nuala and I made those little Guayaba pastries you love so much.”

“And the ones with queso?”

“Yes.”

It felt silly, going downstairs as if we were sneaking around. She didn’t turn on a light either, using her phone to get around. We sat on the floor, eating postres to our heart’s content. We snuck back up to the apartment and just like the last few nights, we cleaned up in the kitchen with her fully functioning sink. We bathed and went to go watch tv on the couch. It was hard to stay awake after all that food but I knew we were both waiting for the other to fall asleep. It truly felt like Christmas when I was a kid, waiting for our parents to go to bed to try to sneak a present… Except it was just Elain and I, and we were celebrating together for the first time since I left. In the end, we went to bed together, too damn tired to keep this game going.

I woke up before Elain and started on breakfast. She’d be up for work soon enough. When her alarm went off, I was already setting our plate on the table.

“Feliz Dia de Reyes,” I said to her. She gave me the sleepiest smile.

“Feliz Dia de Reyes, mi amor,” she replied perfectly. I walked right over to her and pulled her up into my arms. She laughed.

“And you talk about me and my Spanish.”

“But I’m being nice. You only use it when you know I’m annoyed.”

I laughed and covered her face in kisses.

“Let me go get ready… I want to eat before I go.”

I kissed her cheek. “Of course.”

“And then we can see what the Kings left for us.”

She remained in pajamas while we ate breakfast.

“Are you working today?” she asked me.

“No… But if you want me to help out downstairs, I will.”

She giggled. “We’ll see.”

My phone buzzed but I ignored it.

“Work?”

“No, probably Cassian telling me what he got for Reyes.”

“Which we should probably do,” she said with a smirk.

“We should.”

Elain sat down on the bed and I sat on the floor in front of the boxes.

“Ladies first?”

She shook her head. “You go first.”

“You sure?”

Elain nodded. With my eyes on her, I took my box and set it down in front of me. It wasn’t too heavy, and Elain laughed when I shook it. I opened it up and rummaged through the grass. I found a key, a tiny bottle filled with sand and a dark blue velvet satchel.

“As much as I wanted it to be romantic,” she said in regards to the key I held up to her, “But that’s a key to the diner. Essentially, here.”

“And this?” The sand was almost white.

“Our first vacation together.”

I smiled. “The first of many.”

“And the last thing… I promise I won’t be offended if you don’t like it.”

“If it’s from you, El, I’ll love it.”

She only nodded and watched as I set about untying it and pouring its contents onto my hand. It was a silver bracelet with seven cobalt blue stones. It was… I’d never seen anything like it.

“I know you don’t like bringing attention to your hands but I saw it and I just knew if I didn’t get it for you, I’d be mad at myself forever.”

“El, it’s amazing.” I held it up to her. She looked at me funny until she stepped off the bed and put it on me.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I love it.”

I grabbed her box and held it up to her. With a blush, Elain accepted it and went to sit on the bed.

“This is heavy,” she said with a nervous laugh. When she lifted the top off, my heart started racing. I saw when she recognized my mother’s box amidst all that grass and evergreen. She took it out and set the shoe box aside. The key was already in the lock and she turned it, putting the key beside her. She looked at me and I nodded, Elain going on ahead to open it. I’d kept three things in there for her.

“This is a letter addressed to you,” she said.

“It’ll help explain the rest.”

She smirked and took the letter out of its envelope. She had a hand over her mouth as she read it, tears falling from her eyes. But she continued on and I knew she got to the part where my mother began to speak of her because she stopped and looked at me in such a way that I felt a knot in my chest. Worried at how she’d receive the rest of the letter and the other gifts.

When she finished, Elain closed her eyes for a moment to compose herself before putting the letter back in its envelope. She cursed when she saw the envelope filled with money. That made me laugh.

“Az… This is…”

“For us.”

Elain nodded and set that aside to take out the black box. She smiled, looking at me while she opened it. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath as she looked at what was inside, and she inhaled sharply. She looked at me in disbelief before looking at the box again. I remembered how to move, how to breathe, and I got onto one knee, Elain already in tears again. Inside the box was a golden ring set with a princess cut sapphire; one last gift from my mother.

“Marry me,” I managed to say. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe I should have waited and taken her to dinner, or brought her flowers and something more romantic-

“Azriel…” she whispered. For a second, my heart was ready to break in pieces. “You have to put it on me.”

I managed to breath, taking the box from her and pulling out the ring. I set the box aside and reached for her left hand, bringing it to my lips. I slid the ring onto her finger and Elain smiled, admiring it before she practically pushed me onto the floor. I laughed, especially when she started kissing me.

“I love you, Azriel,” she said.

“I love you, too, Elain,” I replied. When her hands started tugging on my shirt, I stopped her. “Don’t you have work?”

“I just got engaged,” she said, flashing the ring at me. “Everything can wait.”

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Vispera de Reyes is the night before Three King, the eve of three kings day

The word isn’t Spanish,but for some, they say the kings come on camels, others say horses.

Verdura is root vegetables. Bacalao is cod fish. My grandma makes it all the time and for some reason she hands you a glass of milk to drink when you’re eating this and tbh it goes well together. 

Pernil is pork shoulder and arroz con gandules is yellow rice with pigeon peas. This is VITAL to holiday dinners. So are pasteles… they’re kinda like tamales but not quite. Anyway, my grandma makes them every holiday and they’re amazing. if you fry them they become alcapuria which I think I mentioned a few chapters ago. 

Guayaba (guava) and queso (cheese) postres (pastries) are everything. EVERYTHING. 

Feliz dia de Reyes means happy three kings day (we don’t say three part tho idk why) and mi amor... my love lol 

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@dreamerforever-5 @maastrash @fireheart-of-your-dreams

#elriel #elriel holiday au #dia de reyes #fluffy fluff

[whiskeytangofrogman]

Zimbits kissing under a mistletoe? Or any other holiday shenanigans?

Congrats, anon! I think this is probably the only Christmas fic I’ve ever written. I call it “The saga of fucking Janine, way too many Christmas cookies, and smug Eric Bittle.” Hope you like it!

Post-canon, 1.6k, Zimbits

Bitty swears he’s not going to go overboard this year. Jack makes him promise he won’t go overboard on Christmas activities before Halloween. Bitty swears on his bakery and Jack’s collection of hockey fan merchandise that at most he’ll bake a few dozen cookies for the neighbours and for holiday packages.

And yet.

Jack comes home at half past midnight from the airport on the Saturday before Christmas Eve to stacks and stacks of baked goods. Bitty’s obviously been at this for a few days now, as some are packaged in tins and tupperware. Others are strewn on the multi-level cooling rack Jack bought him for graduation, and even more are piled on every visible surface. Either Bitty is anxious, or he’s angry.

Those are the only possible causes for this many baked goods.

“Bits?” Jack calls, the sound of his voice echoing through their apartment. No response comes. He sighs.

A quarter of an hour later, after searching every room and not finding Bitty, and getting no response through text, he gives up and settles in the blessfully empty living room. Their small Christmas tree is the only source of light in the room, and the tick-tick-tick of the clock the only sound besides Jack’s soft breathing.

He hears a key enter the deadbolt, and sits up. Bitty slams open the door, arms full of shopping bags and using Jack’s old headset to talk to what sounds like his mother. He doesn’t notice Jack, breezes right past him and settles whatever he had in his arms onto the oak dining table with a solid thunk. Jack creeps into the kitchen, only to see Bitty unwrapping more baking supplies from his grocery bags, phone call over. He’s tweeting something with a lot of emojis with the other hand.

Jack clears his throat. Bitty freezes.

Jack’s leaning against the doorjamb, one eyebrow raised carefully as he gestures to all the baked goods. “Hi honey,” Bitty says, waving a few fingers at him. He looks guilty, but Jack can tell from how mussed his hair is and the tone of voice he was using on the phone that this is anger-induced baking, which is good. Angry baker Bitty can be talked down.

“How was your trip?” Bitty asks, reaching behind him to grab a mixing bowl.

“Why?”

Bitty frowns, already dumping flour into the bowl, measuring cup be damned, apparently. “Because I love you and want to know how your trip went?”

Jack pinches the bridge of his nose. “I love you too. I meant why—” Jack gestures again, helplessly this time. “Why all this?”

Bitty glares at some unknown enemy, and Jack swears he hears a growl. “Janine,” Bitty says, as if that means literally anything to Jack.

“Uh-?”

“Fucking Janine, you know, from down the hall? Fucking Janine said I storebought the cookies I brought to the building meeting, despite knowing-” He slams a hand down on the table hard enough to shoot a puff of flour up into the air. It doesn’t deter him. “That I own and operate a bakery.”

Jack sighs again, and resigns himself to being tired for morning skate the next day. “Okay. So you are baking to prove her wrong?”

Bitty shakes his head. “Nah, Dan from third floor gave her the what for. However, I invited her to our Christmas party—”

“Why?” Jack’s losing track of the conversation.

“—because she thinks she’s going to out bake me, and we can’t have that.”

Jack rests his chin on the back of the chair he’s pulled out. “You’ve won best bakery in Providence for two years in a row,” Jack offers.

Bitty points a wooden spoon at him. “I know that! You know that! Everyone in the fucking building except for, apparently, fucking Janine, knows that!” Bitty grabs more ingredients from his bag, and is quiet for a moment as he dumps them in the bowl. “You know what else she said to me?”

Jack closes his eyes, in love with Bitty as he ever was, but almost equally annoyed. “What.”

“Oh, you own a bakery? I’ve never heard of it. How cute,” Bitty says, in what Jack assumes to be his best approximation of Rhode Island accent. It’s atrocious. Bitty’s furiously stirring the mixture now, muttering to himself under his breath angrily. Jack watches him, wanting nothing more than to drag Bitty to bed and make him deal with his anger more productively in the morning.

It’s not going to work. Two years of marriage and six years of knowing Bitty have taught him that.

“Okay.” Jack stands, pushing the chair back in. “I’m going to go to bed.” He leans over to press a kiss to Bitty’s head.

“Okay sweetheart, sleep well,” Bitty says, reaching for a cookie scoop now.

“Don’t stay up too late,” Jack says, stopping at the doorway to cast one last look over the mess that is the kitchen.

Bitty waves a hand at him. “This is my last batch, swear.”

When Jack wakes up the next morning, Bitty’s not there. Jack knows for a fact Bitty took the week off work for their party and for Christmas, so he should, for all intents and purposes, be in bed.

Jack showers, dresses, and heads to the kitchen for breakfast. There’s easily a half dozen more batches than there were last night, though the chaos is slightly more tamed. Bitty’s slumped over the kitchen table, phone held loosely in his hand. He’s snoring.

Jack snorts, and walks over, pokes Bitty in the shoulder. “Get up.”

Bitty startles awake, shooting upward and colliding with Jack’s stomach. “Wh-?”

“Go to bed.” Jack says, helping Bitty stumble out of his chair. The rage had worn off at some point during the night, leaving Bitty exhausted. Jack looks him up and down, and then pulls a face. “Maybe change into clean clothes first, though.”

Bitty yawns, already heading towards their bedroom. “”ve g’d day,” he calls, exhaustion slurring his words into fragments.

Jack makes himself breakfast surrounded by baked goods and briefly considers stealing some to take in to work but he decides against it. If Bitty, for some ungodly reason, needs them all, Jack doesn’t want to make him make more. It’s not worth it.

When he gets back from the rink a few hours later, Bitty’s asleep still, but the kitchen is spotless and there’s a single plate of Jack’s favourite macarons waiting for him on the table, next to a sticky note with a heart on it.

Jack’s not ready for their Christmas party, but he never is. Bitty knows nearly everyone in the building, and insists they host it in their penthouse every year, despite the building having a meeting space and an open rooftop they use in summer for barbeques. “It’s more homey this way,” Bitty always tells him, invitations already sent out and plans in motion.

Jack lets him have it, because a Bitty in charge of parties, especially during Christmas, is a Bitty that shines, and makes Jack fall a little bit more in love with him than he thought was even possible.

Fucking Janine, as Bitty nearly explicitly refers to her by, shows up last. Something settles in Bitty’s shoulders when she walks in, and Bitty pulls Jack over to greet her. “Jack, this is f- Janine, she’s new.” He smiles a sugary sweet smile at the middle-aged woman. “Janine, my husband Jack.”

Behind her is a man who Jack assumes is her husband, whose eyes go wide when he figures out who Jack is. “Hi there,” Janine says, introducing her husband and their daughter. “I hope you don’t mind, I thought I’d bring a pie.”

Bitty’s jaw tenses so slightly that anyone who wasn’t watching him like a hawk (like Jack is) wouldn’t even notice. “Oh, that’s so sweet.” Bitty takes the pie from her and they share a one armed hug before Bitty shuffles off to put it on the baked goods table.

Jack gets stuck in a conversation about their last roadie with Fucking Janine’s husband, who’s rather unassuming and seems to know his hockey, despite being a Bruins fan. A Bruins fan.

Bitty joins him a half an hour later, looking like a cat who’d got the cream. “Her crust is soggy,” Bitty whispers, way more pleased by that than he should be. “And everyone’s avoiding it.”

Jack looks over to the table and, sure enough, nearly everything is some degree of tucked into by now except for Janine’s pie, which Bitty made sure to both slice neatly and position so everyone in the room could get a look at it. Despite this, the partygoers (either consciously or unconsciously) skip over it.

Jack shakes his head, smiling despite himself.

Bitty’s watching the party (specifically Janine from down the hall that had started this all) with a smug look, arms folded across his chest in triumph. “I bet it’s storebought crust,” he says, looking devilish. “And canned filling.”

“Bits,” Jack says, pulling his husband out of his mumblings. “Look.”

They’re standing beneath mistletoe, the only sprig in the entire house. Bitty rolls his eyes, but meets Jack easily in the middle.

He tastes like snickerdoodle and the slightest hints of spiked eggnog. Jack pulls back and wraps an arm around his waist. “I love you.”

Bitty pats his chest, and smiles up at Jack, momentarily caught up in only them. “I love you too.”

Jack takes advantage of the mistletoe and Bitty’s sole attention for the first time in a handful of days, and leans in for another kiss.

At the end of the party, the only thing left on the tables of food are leftover plates, and Fucking Janine’s pie, only one slice gone. Jack can attest that the pie was not made from scratch in the slightest, though he doesn’t tell Bitty. There’s only so much crowing he’s allowed to do on Christmas.

As always, I am taking prompts! Let me know if you want anything!

#zimbits #omgcp #omgcheckplease #kylie writes #i cant believe you got me to write christmas fic AND before december even starts #youre a miracle worker #asks #Anonymous

[larrysmymedicine]

first i just wanted to share because i didn’t get to yesterday but, we did our secret santa exchange at work and my present was the best thing. like it was so thoughtful. i got two sweaters, one was a green hoodie with buddy the elf (from the 2003 iconic movie, elf) on it that has him yelling “omg santa!” on it, and one that sort of a neon-y lemon-lime color that’s so soft. i love it. i also got a notebook, a pack of different colored pens, redvines, smiley face stickers, and a binder with sheet music for piano in it because she knew that i’m learning to play piano. so she got a bunch of songs that she knows i like and put them into the binder. she even like did a thing where she printied out photos of 5sos, 1d, and atl (my three favorite bands) and glued them together in a collage to insert into the cover and back of the binder. it was such a thoughtful gift and i love it so much.

okay to answer your question... honestly i’m watching supernatural. i had been watching it before in 2012 (i was a superwholockian. i admit to that) but i stopped watching when i was halfway through with season 5, so i’m finishing it now. or trying to. i’m a few episodes into season 4, but i haven’t watched another episode in almost two weeks.

i’m also between shows? like i have a bunch of shows that i’ve started and have watched several episodes/seasons of but i haven’t gotten around to finishing them yet.

although, on sunday i watched three different movies one after the other. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Swiss Army Man, and Horns. i loved all three movies and thought they were great.

reading wise, i’m in the middle of so many fics because i read a lot of wip’s but don’t keep up with them so i have a lot of new chapters for different fics that i need to read. although one fic i’m reading, Everything Black by General_Jellyfish on ao3 updated a few days ago and i’ve started rereading that fic today before i get to the new chapter since i forgot the plot of it a bit.

oh! and i actually am reading a book. i don’t know if you know The Guardians series but i’m on the second book, E. Aster Bunnymund and the Warrior Eggs at the Earth’s Core. yes it’s children’s book, but it’s the book series that the movie Rise of the Guardians is based off of and i love that movie so i started reading the books.

what about you? what are you currently reading/watching?

also, oh my gosh i’m like yelling but, okay. you reblogged something that made me !!! but i don’t know if i should tell you what it was because it’s kind of a hint about who i am. so if you want the hint i’ll tell you what post it was, but if not then i’ll keep it to myself until after i reveal myself. but yeah i saw that post and i gasped like, “is that... it is!!” 😊

also, i love the henna you did. it’s so pretty. did you enjoy the wedding? i hope you did! - holiday pal

First of all, I'm super sorry that I didn't answer this question yesterday... I did read it I'll admit it but I was sooooo tired from the wedding that I just went to sleep....

Your Secret Santa is sooo thoughtful!!! It's so cute!!!! You must be over the moon!!

I'm reading a bunch of fics but the problem with fics is that I usually complete reading them in like one sitting so it's weird 🙈🙈🙈

I just finished reading In Sickness and In Health by rainbowslovehl on AO3... I loved it so much!!!(I say so alot🙈) This fic is kinda like all of my favourite tropes merged in one!!! Fake Relationship, Boss/Assistant, pining, angst aasdgdhdjej!!!!! I absolutely loved it!!!!

I was watching the KDrama "The Tale Of The Nine Tailed Fox" before all the assignments and exams begun but had to stop watching it to concentrate better🤦🏻‍♀️(I don't wanna be an adult. It sucks)

You can give me a hint but I must say that I'm pretty good at online stalking for the lack of a better word... Not literal stalking I swear I'm not a creep!!! I'm just a part of the 1d/Larry fam so you can imagine the attention to detail😝

Since it's like 24th already we can play a game wherein you leave small hints here and there and I'll try to find you till 31st... If I don't succeed you can reveal yourself on 31st??? It'll be find I guess...

Thank you for the henna design thing... The wedding was a blast!!! I guess my relatives aren't such annoying people normally (apart from the time when they're asking me to get married next... I'm just 23 for fucks sake!!!)

Anyways, hope you enjoy Christmas Eve/Christmas!

Have A Lovely Day/Night!

Be Safe!

TPWK💕

[ragwitch]

Darcy Lewis, Unenchantress

IT’S THE FIRST HALLOWEEN PROMPT ANSWER!!! For @zephrbabe who requested #18 - Wintershock (I’m saving the ask for the other prompt that was included in it.)

In my head this is a Halloweentown/Nightmare Before Christmas AU and I may need to come back to it someday.

18. 'Are you a witch? Cause I am enchanted.’ 'That’s a terrible pick up line.’ 'What? No. I’m enchanted. Like, literally, I’m under a curse. Can you help?’

Pairing- Darcy/Bucky

Rating- Teen for language and innuendo I suppose.

Darcy was sipping on her black cat martini trying to decide if she was going to give her new velvet dress a spin on the dance floor, when six feet of muscle and scruff and one of Dr. Zolastein’s robotic arms came sidling up to her at the bar.

“Are you a witch?” he muttered under his breath in her ear. “‘Cause I am enchanted.”

Darcy’s eyebrows raised and she stared down into her purple drink for a long moment before turning her barstool to face him. He was shuffling in place and casting nervous glances around the bar.

“That’s a terrible pick up line,” Darcy said.

His head shot up, stunned and he stared back at her, eyes a compelling shade of moon blue. “What? No.” His head started to shake side to side nervously. “Like, literally, I’m under a curse. Can you help?” he whispered. “I’m a werewolf.”

“Ohhhhhh.” Darcy giggled and felt her cheeks heat up. “Sorry, my mistake. Umm, sure. Have you tried staking iron nails through your hands?”

“Unfortunately yes,” he said, raising his hands. The flesh one was lightly scarred in the center. The metal was spotless.

“Well good, because I didn’t want to try that one,” Darcy said with a shrug. “So, who got you? Was it Wanda? She has rough days, don’t take it personally.”

“Hydra,” he whispered.

“Oh shit.” Darcy nodded and reached out to pat at the human shoulder. It was a nice shoulder. She might have let her hand linger. But he leaned in so he didn’t seem to mind. “What’d you do? Stand her up? Leave in the middle of the night?” She winked.

“I pulled through into the parking spot she wanted at the grocery store,” he mumbled.

“Awww dick move.” She shrugged and brushed her hair back over her shoulder, grateful for the way he was eyeing her skin hungrily. Definitely a werewolf. He was totally thinking about marking her. And if he wasn’t a customer she might have let him. “Okay, so. What’s your full name?”

“James Buchanan Barnes,” he said. “But I prefer Bucky.”

“James Buchanan Barnes, James Buchanan Barnes, James Buchanan Barnes,” Darcy trilled. She smiled at him. “How do you feel?”

“Confused?”

“Well it was a worth a shot.” She dug into her purse and pulled a slightly bent card out. Darcy Lewis - Unenchantress, Witch, Very Cute. “My address is on the back. Come by on the full moon and we’ll see what I can do.”

“Is that safe for you?” he asked. He smiled down at the card and ran his thumb over her name.

Darcy grinned and leaned forward to leave violet lipstick on his cheek. “You’re sweet to worry.”

_

The moon rose two weeks later and Darcy stood in her backyard, gray and brown werewolf facing her, teeth bared as it snarled softly.

“You’ve been a very bad werewolf!” Darcy snapped, finger pointed accusingly between it’s eyes. The growl deepened and Darcy barked back, “You pissed on my carpet.”

He really hadn’t. But it did the trick, the soft ears twitched  and the head cocked slightly.

“You ate my throw pillows!” Darcy yelled. The snarl faded and the downy brow furrowed. “You kept me up all night, howling at…at…bats!!”

Bucky’s little wolf head flinched slightly at that.

“That’s right! You can’t catch bats! You can’t even fly! What were you thinking?? And don’t even get me started on how you’ve treated my begonias! They didn’t need your fertilizer, you mangy old mutt!!”

Bucky whimpered at that and shuffled down onto his belly, gazing up at her with those husky dog blue eyes of his, snuffling at the ground apologetically.

Darcy took a deep breath and stood up straighter. “Okaaaay. Well…okay. I feel sort of bad now.” Darcy stepped carefully up to Bucky the werewolf. But he only gazed up at her, sniffing softly at her hand and scooting forward on his belly as she knelt down in front of him.

“Good boy,” she said, scratching behind his ears. His back leg thumped against the ground happily. “Good boy, don’t be scared,” she soothed gently. Then she whipped a knife out of from the back of her skirt and whapped him on the head with the flat side. He yipped and looked up at her with startled eyes, but nothing changed.

Darcy sighed. “Sorry, Bucky. Guess you better come inside and stay the night. I was serious about the carpet though, you better lemme know if I need to…take you outside for a walk or whatever.”

_

Darcy woke up to sun shining and a warm, naked man spread over her covers, his head nestling into her lap sleepily.

“So….” she started. Bucky’s head perked up, eyes heavy lidded and squinting. He looked down at himself, but then back up at her without seeming very bothered. “You’re still a werewolf,” she said. “But you’re a tame werewolf.”

“Yeah,” he said, voice raspy with sleep in a way that made Darcy turn warm in the belly. “Yeah, I definitely felt clear-headed.”

He was staring at the stretched collar of her nightgown hungrily. Right. She had changed in front of him last night. While he’d been a clear-headed werewolf.

“I have one more idea,” she said. “But ethically speaking, you couldn’t really be my customer.”

“Was I paying you?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

Darcy rolled her eyes. “Apparently not. Okay so…the oldest cure that we know of is to exhaust the werewolf with extended…physical activity.”

“Like running?” Bucky asked and Darcy noted the way his head tilted at just the same angle as the wolf’s.

“Sure. Sure. Running would work.”

There was a stretch of silence. Darcy looked down the bare length of him and then back to his face, raising her eyebrows. Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at her in her nightdress.

“Oh,” he said, and a tiny little smile started to grow on his face. “Is this a…one time prescription?”

“No, it’d be fairly long term,” Darcy said. The blankets were starting to pull back from her lap and she found his fingers as the culprits, slowly gathering the fabric under his grip.

“It sounds like the most…beneficial remedy you’ve suggested yet,” Bucky said, voice turning to gravel as he sat up on his knees and started to prowl up to the head of the bed.

“I’m very thorough,” Darcy whispered, kicking the blankets back.

“So am I,” Bucky said, grinning.

#queenie does halloweenie #wintershock #darcy x bucky #bucky x darcy #darcy lewis #bucky barnes #darcyland #halloween au #werewolf #witch

[worldtravelingsisters]

PANAMA CANAL

After an 11:30 P.M. departure from the port of Colon for a short trip to the entrance to the canal, we set our alarm for 6 A.M. so we could experience sunrise on the Atlantic and sunset on the Pacific, all in one day.  We went up a level to Deck 7 and found a place at the rail where we could see all the activity.  The sun rose through clouds to shine on a whole collection of ships waiting to transit into the first set of locks.  Viking had brought on a canal expert who gave an interesting commentary on what we were seeing.  We learned that a company can purchase an appointment to go through the canal at a specific time; however, that makes an expensive trip even pricier.  Thus, many of the ships clustered around the entrance were waiting for an open time slot that would be assigned to them without any extra fees.  Since the canal operates 24/7/365, there are openings if your crew and cargo can wait.  The expert pointed out a medium-sized container ship near us and said the fee for that ship to transit the canal would be about $800,000.  Also near us was one of those gigantic container ships that led to the building of a new canal.  He said that the price for a ship like that using the new locks would be more than one million.  

By 7 A.M. we were moving slowly toward the Gatun locks, watching another small cruise ship, the Silver Whisper, before us and the canal tugboats that guided us and kept us at the correct speed.  We were shown the remnants of the French effort to build a canal in the late 1800s.  They tried to build a sea-level canal, which proved impossible, and lost literally thousands of workers to tropical diseases, especially yellow fever.  When the Americans led by Teddy Roosevelt bought the rights to a strip of territory and began construction, they chose to build locks instead.  The original Gatun locks are still in use today and accommodated a constant parade of ships in both directions.on our day.  By now the rail was crowded and we did not dare give up our excellent position for a coffee break!  We watched the ship ahead of us enter the first lock and be connected to 3 mulas on each side.  Mulas, or mules, are small, powerful locomotives on tracks that run alongside the canal.  They keep the ships centered in the lock and control its speed.  Each mula has two cables to connect to the ship, each capable of controlling 15 tons, so 6 mulas @ 30 tons each means they could handle 180 tons of ship.  Behind the Whisper, massive iron gates slowly closed, and the ship began to rise.  Soon it towered above us.  When the gate in front of it opened, Whisper moved slowly into the next lock, and the gates closed behind it once more.  At this point hidden drains in the first lock were opened, and the water rushed out and flowed into the river where we waited.  When all was level again, the first gates opened and the Sun moved toward the enclosure.  We were attached to the 6 mulas, then slowly moved completely into the lock, the great gates behind us closed, and we began to rise.  The process was very much like our experience in the European river locks, just on a massive scale.  We never looked out a window at the wall of the lock six inches away from us!  The walls were, my guess, about 5 feet from the side of the ship.  Later, however, we did see and hear a giant container ship in the opposite-direction channel scrape and grind its way into a lock.  All told, we went through a series of 3 locks and were raised 78 feet.  After passing through the third lock, we were detached from the mulas and sailed out into Gatun Lake, which looked very different from its pristine far end where we visited the Embera.  The water was dotted with ships traveling both directions or waiting a turn in the locks, and construction equipment lined the banks.  Whether that was related to the recent construction of the new larger locks that parallel the old ones, I do not know.  During the whole long day of our transit, I saw only one immense container ship go through the new locks.  

As we left the immediate area of the Gatun locks, the immense lake spread out the traffic, and its wild beauty reappeared.  We passed several small islands covered by dense jungle, the result of annual rainfall measured in feet, not inches,  As the hours passed, the lake again narrowed toward the infamous Culebra Cut that during construction took so many lives from blasting accidents and landslides.  Today two tall suspension bridges span the canal, one the Centennial Bridge built to celebrate the canal’s 100th birthday and the other part of the PanAmerican Highway.  Gradually the waterway narrowed until we were once again escorted into a set of locks to begin lowering toward the Pacific.  These locks put us into Lake Miraflores, much smaller and more congested than Gatun.  We crossed this lake to the final set of two locks, which were not so deep and lowered us into the Pacific.  This last segment of our canal transit we watched from prime seats in the Explorer’s Lounge at the very front of the ship.  I had gotten sunburned while watching from the forward deck earlier in the day so had found a new spot inside.  

A voyage through the Panama Canal had been on my bucket list and now I’ve done it.  It was interesting for both history and technology; the weather was perfect; the country we passed through was beautiful.  I could not have asked for a better experience.  I recall that at the time the United States faced turning the canal over to the Panamanians, there was speculation that they were not capable of running it and would ruin it.  My impression is that the Panamanians are doing just fine!  The whole canal area, across the entire country, is extremely clean, well-maintained, and manicured green.  The equipment is in like-new condition and spotless.  The staff are uniformed and efficient; I saw no one standing around without purpose.  They just completed a new canal, bigger and better than the first.  One of our fellow travelers explained his concern that Panama would not be able to resist Chinese efforts or money to gain control of the canal.  That became far more interesting in a couple of days, which I will explain later in this blog.  My final impression, really more a surprise, was that in spite of the fact that computers control much of the process, it is still very labor intensive.  In addition to all the workers we saw on the ground, a whole crew had been on board the Sun to assist.  I saw a crew of 21 plus the pilot leave after we left the last lock.  Whether that was a normal number or a large one because no Viking ship had ever gone through the canal, I wasn’t able to find out.

We completed our day by watching the sun set over the Pacific, as planned.  then it was off to Christmas Eve celebrations.  We changed into Christmas red and sparkles for the special dinner in the restaurant.  It was difficult to feel like it was Christmas in spite of all that and the lovely decorations throughout the ship.  It was simply too warm and tropical and too different from anything else in my experience!   And...I missed my family and friends who were so far away.

[dankcranks]

100% serious. It'll help me get out of my own head, too. I've had a kinda blehhh day

same here friendo

putting this under a cut cause it’ll be long

☝ - How tall are you? - fun story for years i thought i was 5′7 cause that was the height the last time i was measured at my doctor’s office in my late teens, but they measured me “just to see” the last time i was there, and i’m 5′8???? the last few years of my life has been a lie

✔ - Sexual Orientation - ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ still trying to figure this out tbh. def pansexual, probably panromantic but also possibly on the grey spectrum??? i value platonic relationships over romantic ones, but do still have the ability to have romantic attractions towards others (although it’s rare) and idk what that means

🚬 - Do you Smoke? i used to a lot a lotttt but nowadays it’s only when i’m with friends that smoke and can bum one off of them (cause i’m incapable of making good choices when it comes to my health)

🍷 - Do you Drink? - yes, but rarely and generally only socially 

♒ - Do you Take Drugs? - prescription yes. but similarly to smoking, i used to smoke a lot a lotttt of weed but now only do when i’m hanging with the person in my life that smokes regularly

😳 - Age you get mistaken for? - honestly idek. late teens? people are always suspeeshy of me when they id me and see my birth year, and i feel like i look like a teenage boyo which isn’t helped by my shit skin

💉 - Have Tattoos? - ocarina of time style ganondorf and skull kid (with the mask you give him on) on my left upper arm, the chorus of hilf mir fliegen by tokio hotel on my back, and schwester on my foot (for my sister)

✏️ - Want any tattoos? - oh hell yes i have like a backlog of tattoos i want

✂️ - Got any Piercings? - snakebites, industrial, rook, lobes x3

✌ - Want any piercings? - occasionally i think about a nose ring, but nah, i’m happy with the ones i have

👌 - Best friend? - i live with one of them, and the other lives on the other side of canada :’)

♥ - Do you like anyone? - lmao nah

🎤 - Top 5 favorite bands? - KSJHDSAK kay i’m putting these in no particular order, cause it’s hard enough limiting it just to five, let alone determine a favourite. also this is subject to change at any given moment. twenty one pilots, weezer, alexisonfire, linkin park(💔), one direction anD HAHAHAHA I’M COUNTING THEIR SOLO CAREERS AS PART OF THIS FIGHT ME

🎶 - Top 5 favorite songs? - this is even fucking worse than trying to limit my top five bands alfhdalfhlsjdkf i’m gonna go with the top five songs that i currently keep listening to on repeat (again, no particular order)top - addict with a pensleeping at last - saturnniall horan - seeing blind ft maren morristop - a car, a torch, a deathpale waves - television romance

😒 - Biggest pet peeve? - forgetting about plans (i literally do nothing with my life so like, when i make plans with someone, i'm really really looking forward to it)

📝 - Story from your childhood. - so when we got our family cat, i really wanted to call her cookie. but my mom decided on sophie, and i was highkey offended because i wanted a cute non human name like cookie??? but it’s hilarious now, because i only name animals by human names

💬 - I wish… - i wish i could afford to have more cats in my life

‼️ - Something you’ll change? - ...the amount of cats in my life

💦 - What makes you horny? - i literally had to finish these questions and come back to this lmao. physically, arms and nice hair i guess. otherwise, jfc idk, i’ma go real lame and say personality. idk how the fuck i get turned on okay, it just happens sometimes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

🌟 - A wish you’ll wish for? - m o r e  c a t s  i n  m y  l i f e

🔥 - Something spicy you like? - fuckIN INDIAN FOOD (i’m eating some curry i made right now lmao) shoutout to other east asian spicy foods

👃 You hate the smell of …. - idk fertilizer

👊 - Something you hate? - myself lmao #relatable am i rite

🚶 - Are you single? - yup

💬 - Can we text? - i have no idea who you are

💌 - Fan mail me? - again, i have no idea who you are

💍 - Marry me? - i literalLY DON’T KNOW WHO THIS IS 

💘 - Be my tumblr crush? - ^^^^^^^^^^^^

💭 - Favorite foods? - indian foods, bagels, cereal, ramen, sushi

☀ - Story about your day. - my cat tomi is having one of those days where he decides he’s going to be a gigantic piece of shit. he keeps coming over to me and yelliNG, reaching up to my desk and trying to knock things off. he keeps trying to get in fights with the other cat too. currently, i can hear him getting up to shit in the living room

💘 - Top 5 celebrity crushes? kay so there aren’t enough “celebrities” of sorts that i have that traditional celeb crush on that set my loins ablaze SO here have a list of celebrities that my ass will stan until the day i die because of their raw talent and for the way they treat those around them: tyler joseph, harry styles, uhhhh, josh dun, louis tomlinson, niall horan

🎥 - Top 5 favorite movies? ah fuck. spirited away, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, and i’d be doing my child self a disservice if i didn’t include the nightmare before christmas, ace ventura when nature calls, and fantasia (the three movies that truly shaped me as a person)

📺 - Top 5 favorite TV shows? - i’m about to expose my nerd ass lmao. in no particular order - avatar the last airbender, dragonball z, card captor sakura, battlestar galactica (the 2004 remake also this just reminded me it’s been a while since my last rewatch *heavy breathing*), and, uh, idk, mr bean?

✏ - Random fact about yourself. - am very musically inclined. percussion instruments is my home (piano included in this, cause it’s a percussion instrument thanks)

✈️ - Where are you from? - canada, north of toronto

🚀 - Where do you wanna visit? - germany and more of canada

😍 - Do you have a crush? - lmao no

😷 - Something you hate eating? - fuck kay i’m actually a really picky eater and because i’ve been working around it for years i always forget what foods i hate. uhh. turnips?

🙈 - What makes you shy? - people, but that’s directly related to my social anxiety ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

💃 - Can you dance? - i mean, i CAN, but is it any good? no

💏 - Do you love anyone? - YEEE i love my friends and family (animals count as family)

👟 - Favorite shoe(s) to wear? - i finally got real converse and i  l o v e  t h e m

🌴 - A island you would visit? - when it comes to like, traditional island type things, that’s like, warm places, and i’m not particularly a fan of warm places. like beachy vacation places? nah fam. so like, the kinds of islands i’d want to visit would be countries like japan or ireland

🌎 - A country you would visit? - g e r m a n y

🌀 - Favorite type of weather? - fall, when the leaves aren’t green anymore and some have fallen, and it’s a little windy, and it’s the kind of temperature where you go out in the morning with a jacket, but in the afternoon don’t really need the jacket

🔮 - Do you believe in luck? - kinda?

📱 - What kinda phone do you have? - i literally just bought my roomie’s old lg g4 off him

📅 - Favorite time of the year? - fuckin october because fall and SPOOP SEASON

📚 - Career goal you want? - ...lmao. one that lets me afford to adopt mature cat babes to love and care for

🍴 - Favorite food(s) to eat? i immediately wanna say indian, but i feel like it’s biased cause i’m eating it right now

🍭 - Favorite Candy? - probs sour patch kids

🍇 - Favorite fruits? - bananas? apples? kiwi?????

🚘 - Dream car(s)? - a functioning car that is one solid colour

🚔 - Have you ever been arrested? - nah but i’ve been in cahoots with the law for dumb shit

🚑 - Have you ever driven in an ambulance before? - this question is phrased weird and it’s making my brain fucky. but i’ve been taken somewhere in an ambulance before, yes

🎫 - Do you have a license? - yee i have my full driving license as well as my boating license (lol)

🚼 - Do you have or want kids? - nO only animal frens

🔞 - Are you under 18? - nah

🐶 - Do you own a pet? - ngl i don’t like the phrasing of “owning a pet” buT i do live with animal babes that are under my care :3

😔 - Something that makes you sad? - thinkin about all the animal babes at animal shelters that don’t get adopted cause they’re not babies or they’re a little broken D8

😡 - What pisses you off? - boy howdy that’s a loaded question. lets go with a nice blanket response of “the state of the world”

😏 - What turns you on? - go back to the horny one

😈 - Are you a freak? - this is a very subjective question. to normies? yeah. in the sheets? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

💪 - Do you work out? - like bimonthly when i decide i’m gonna look after myself better lol  

#thanks anon friendo this really got me out of my head #ask thingy #anon #asks