#i’m thinking of maybe passing my number onto them at least

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

7: SPRING FLING

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You try and get over Bucky with a sexual intervention.

Word count 3.2k

Warnings: jealous Bucky Barnes, original character (please feel free to imagine Alexander Skarsgård when reading the character of Erik), some Russian spoken between Bucky and Nat, Nat being the best bestie

“You know what you need?” Wanda shouted over the loud music, looking directly at you.

“What’s that?” You answered, equally as loudly, taking a sip from the cocktail in your hand.

“To get laid.”

The way that you choked on your drink was undignified and most unlady-like.

You glared at Wanda and at Natasha who was sitting on a barstool opposite you smirking. Wanda patted your back, sympathetically. They had convinced you to come out with them to the local club, where the music was pounding and the lights were dimmed and you didn’t have to think about your emotional problems. Surprisingly, the thumping music vibrated through your body, calming your mind. The alcohol also helped!

“Was this your idea?” You demanded from the red-head who merely shrugged in response.

“Cricket, honey, your aura needs a good cleansing.” Wanda fanned the space around you, trying to pick off the gremlins that only she had the ability to see.

“Yeah, maybe having some good D will help you get over these ridiculous feelings.” Nat may have spoken quietly, but you caught every word.

“Fine, make a suggestion.”

That got Wanda and Nat’s attention, their eyes lit up like two little girls who had been promised ponies for their tenth birthdays. Immediately they started conspiring and assessing the options so you wouldn't have a chance to change your mind.

You glanced around the joint, it was filled with people you recognized, if not by name, then at least you'd seen their faces in passing or at briefings. The compound wasn't so far away from the city but the location was remote enough that the traffic on the roads was mostly caused by commuting members of the S.H.I.E.L.D. organization. Unlike most of the Avengers, they weren't offered automatic room and board. But it did mean that a large number of people congregated in the local watering holes to let off steam.

You let Wanda and Nat drag you onto the dance floor, where the bass thumped in time with your heart. You let yourself get lost in the music, letting go of your worries and inhibitions. The alcohol had loosened you up, and you found yourself dancing with a stranger, their hands on your hips as you moved together in perfect sync.

As the night wore on, you found yourself laughing and chatting with different people, enjoying the attention and the thrill of the unknown. It wasn’t something you normally did, preferring the comforts of home and the company of your inner circle. But everything changes and sometimes you are forced to change to adapt to the direction life is taking you. Wanda and Nat watched from the sidelines, nodding in approval as you let yourself be swept away by the moment.

Just as you were starting to feel a little dizzy from the drinks and the dancing, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see a face that made your heart skip a beat. He was handsome in the most boring, traditional way… at first. His tall stature and toned figure towered over you in a way that made you feel small, but his eyes provided a sort of balm over the rest, endearing you to open up to him.

“Hey,” he said, his voice barely audible over the music. "I've been wanting to talk to you ever since you walked in here with your friends. Can we go somewhere quieter?"

You nodded, feeling a rush of excitement and nerves as he led you away from the crowd and into a quieter corner of the club.

“I’m Erik.”

“I’m-”

“Oh I know exactly who you are. My father talks about the Avengers a lot,” he laughed, mirth spreading across his handsome features. “You guys saved him from a number of mishaps.”

“Your father?”

“Erik Selvig? I’m Erik Jr.”

“Wait, you’re Dr Selvig’s son?”

“Guilty!” he shrugged. “Hope that doesn’t affect your opinion of me.”

“Are you kidding? Your father’s a genius! I have so much respect for him.

Erik smiled, relieved by your positive reaction to his father's reputation. The two of you continued to chat, finding common ground in your shared admiration for science and the work of the Avengers. You discovered that he was in town for the next few weeks relaying his father’s research to S.H.I.E.L.D.. You found yourself opening up to Erik in a way you hadn't expected. His easy charm and genuine interest in getting to know you made you feel comfortable and put you at ease. You weren’t one for falling for a man so quickly, but for some reason Erik Jr seemed to have cast a spell on you and you were letting it weave its mystic ways around you. And as you talked and laughed and got to know each other better, you realized that maybe Wanda and Nat were right. Maybe all you needed was a different connection to heal your heart and lift your spirits.

As the night wore on, the club started to empty out, leaving just a few stragglers on the dance floor.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Erik asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Did you have somewhere specific in mind?”

“I’m actually staying in the guest quarters at the compound.”

“Perfect, because my friends seemed to have disappeared on me.” This was in fact a white lie, Wanda and Nat had simply made their way back to the car you'd driven in and texted you to say they would wait until you had a plan.

Erik chuckled, pulling out his car keys, “Well let them know that I'm happy to get you home safe and sound. But I suspect that their vanishing act was probably a very intentional maneuver.”

A smirk crossed your lips, somehow turned on by his intuitiveness. “I'll text them and let them know,” you answered, sliding into the passenger side of his dark BMW. 

The ride home was spent discussing Norse myths and legends, stories you’d both been told or learned as children and how they compared to the things you had learned from Thor. The laughter and banter exchanged was stimulating but had an underlying tone of seduction that was undeniable. Erik’s hand on your knee confirmed his intentions. You couldn't stop thinking about the immediate connection you had felt with him. It was a feeling you hadn't experienced in a long time, and it left you eager to see where things could go with Erik.

As Erik pulled up and parked outside the large complex where he was staying, he turned to you, his tongue sliding over his lips and his eyes roaming over you for a moment. “So, Y/N. Do you mind if I walk you home?”

Your name rolled off his tongue beautifully, and that’s when you decided to give in. If you could hear your name leave his lips even one more time tonight, you’d be one happy girl.

“So this is me,” you smiled, suddenly feeling a little shy as you stopped outside your bedroom door.

“Wow, looks so… normal.” Erik joked, trying to get past the obvious tension you felt.

“Would you like to come inside?” You bit your lip, looking up at the handsome, giant Norwegian. 

Erik’s eyes lit up at the invitation, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “I would love to,” he replied, his voice low and husky.

You led him inside, feeling a rush of excitement and nerves as you opened the door to your room. It was a simple space, decorated with a few personal touches that reflected your personality. Erik looked around, taking in the details with interest.

“This is nice,” he commented, his gaze lingering on you. “Very cozy.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. “Thanks. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s home.” 

Erik stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes locked on yours.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine. Without another word, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

The world seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the moment, the connection between you and Erik growing stronger with each passing second. It was as if you had found something you didn't even know you were looking for, a spark that ignited a fire within you.

Erik broke this kiss with a reluctant sigh. “Look, I have a confession to make.”

Your heart sank, everything seemed too good to be true.

“I want to be honest with you before we go any further.”

“Go ahead.”

“I'm not going to be in New York for long. I travel a lot and I'm not looking for a long term relationship.”

You contemplated the proposition. For a moment you heard Bucky's voice in your head, calling you a slut. But Nat's voice was there to play devil's advocate on your behalf. ‘Girl, be as slutty as you like. Your happiness doesn’t depend on one person. Do this for you and your own pleasure, no one gets to judge you for it!’

You were your own judge, and your verdict was simple; have sex with the gorgeous man in front of you.

* 

Little did you realize that your return home was witnessed by your best friend. Bucky was a little perturbed to see you enter your room with this handsome stranger. He stood in a shadowy corner, watching as you and Erik, laughed and talked. Bucky couldn't help but feel consumed by envy. As you closed the door, he strode back to his room, slamming his own door shut, almost as though additional physical barriers might block out the mental image of the two of you from his mind.

Unfortunately, the physical barriers did nothing to mute his hearing.

“Where do you want me?” He heard your sweet voice.

“Sitting on my face sounds like a good start.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Spread your legs and show me what’s mine.”

Bucky couldn’t believe the sounds coming from your room. They were unmistakable, as they cut through him like a knife. He felt his heart shattering into a million pieces, unable to bear the thought of you being with someone else. As the night wore on, Bucky paced back and forth, struggling to sleep, his mind filled with thoughts of you and Erik. He couldn't shake his feeling of betrayal, images of you invading his mind, filling him with an ache in his chest that grew greater with every passing moment until he thought he would explode.

How could you do this to him? How could you be so careless with his feelings?

But as he listened to the sounds of your passion through the thin walls, a different emotion began to bubble up inside him. Jealousy turned to longing, and longing turned to desire. He couldn't deny the fact that hearing you with another man stirred something deep within him.

Bucky knew he had to confront you about what he had heard. He couldn't keep his feelings bottled up any longer. He knocked on your door, his heart pounding in his chest. When you opened the door, a look of surprise crossed your face.

"Bucky, what are you doing here?" you asked, confusion evident in your voice.

"I heard you," he said simply, his eyes searching yours for some kind of explanation.

You looked down, a blush creeping up your cheeks. "I...I'm sorry, Bucky. I didn't mean for you to hear that."

He took a step closer to you, his gaze intense. "Do you have feelings for him?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated, unsure of how to answer. But before you could say anything, Bucky took matters into his own hands. He leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss, his hands tangling in your hair.

With a gasp, Bucky sat up in his bed, taking short shaky breaths as he tried to drag his consciousness away from dreamland. As soon as his heart stopped pounding in his ears, he listened for other sounds around him, but there was only silence. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling until sunrise filled the room.

*

The next morning, you emerged from your room, a smile on your face as you said goodbye to Erik. Bucky lurked in the shadows as you walked with him to the main doors. The scowl that graced his features was worthy of the Chitauri race. If looks could kill, Erik would have dropped dead on the spot.

Natasha, always one step ahead, hissed in Bucky’s ear. «Даже не думай.» (“Don’t even think about it?”) He felt the sharp pain of her pinching the skin on the back of his neck.

Bucky was taken aback. «Чё за хрень, Романов?» (“What the hell, Romanoff?”)

«Я знаю что у тебя на уме,» (“I know what you’re thinking,”) she whispered, her tone sharp.

«Что?» (“What?”) Bucky asked, confused.

«Не испорть это для неё.» ("Don't ruin this for her.”) She was gone as surreptitiously as she had arrived.

Natasha’s words echoed in Bucky’s mind as he watched you and Erik exchange a lingering goodbye. He felt a surge of anger and jealousy, but he knew he had no right to feel that way. You were free to do as you pleased, and he had no claim over you. Bucky was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice you walking back towards him.

“Hey, Buck. Are you ok?” you asked, concern lacing your voice. He seemed dazed and you suddenly felt worried that he had seen you with Erik. It wasn’t that you wanted to hide things from him, but a small part of you didn’t want to permanently close the door on the possibility of something more. 

Bucky forced a smile, masking his true emotions. “I’m fine, just tired. Don’t worry about me.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, but you could see through his facade, the pain in his eyes mirrored the pain you had felt when he had told you about Priya.

“Who was that guy?” Bucky asked, throwing caution to the wind. Curiosity eating him from the inside out.

“Umm, that’s Erik. He’s Dr Selvig’s son.” You could sense the tension between you two, and it made your heart ache. You wondered what he was thinking, but you didn’t want Bucky to think you were trying to hide anything from him. So you found yourself blurting out every tidbit of information. “I met him last night.”

Bucky nodded, uncomfortably.

“Well, I’d better go… get started on those reports I’ve been putting off. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah sure.” Bucky returned your wave with a half hearted one of his down. As you walked away, Bucky couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. He knew he shouldn’t be upset, but seeing you with someone else made everything worse. He knew he needed to come to terms with the fact that you were moving on with your life, he just wished he could find a way to do the same. Despite being with Priya, his thoughts always came back to you.

*

It was a festive dinner with the team as they gathered to bid farewell to Erik, who was leaving New York the next day. You had enjoyed three uninterrupted weeks of Earth shattering sex and you were sad to see him leave. He was attentive and intuitive and certainly knew how to show you a good time. But Erik seemed to form an immediate connection with anyone he met and if there wasn't an expiry date on your relationship, you would worry about the depth of your connection. But as things stood, you were having a good time and didn't have time to wallow in Buckya and Priya’s relationship. 

Thor had been invited to join Erik's farewell fête as a gift to the guest, and the evening started off with a lively atmosphere. Erik and Thor were having a whale of a time, sharing stories and laughing loudly, while the rest of the team tried to keep up with their energy.

However, on the other end of the table, Bucky was sulking, his mood visibly dark. Steve, sitting next to him, tried to comfort him, but Bucky seemed lost in his own thoughts. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in his chest ever since Erik had arrived.

As the night went on, Bucky found himself in the kitchen with Erik, who had come out to grab a drink. Erik looked at Bucky and said, "You don't seem to like me very much."

Bucky, taken aback by the directness of the statement, replied, "I don't know you well enough to like you."

Erik raised an eyebrow and continued, “For someone who doesn't know me enough to like me, you sure were staring at me a lot during dinner. Or... were you staring at Y/N?”

Bucky's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of your name. He felt a wave of embarrassment at the realization that his feelings for you had not gone unnoticed. He cleared his throat and muttered, “Her name’s Cricket.”

Erik smiled knowingly and said, "If you like her, just tell her. Life's too short for regrets."

Bucky just glowered at him, unable to form a coherent response. He knew Erik was right, but the fear of rejection held him back.

As the night came to an end and the team dispersed, having bid Erik his goodbyes, you were left alone with the tall blonde.

“I guess this is it,” you said softly, breaking the heavy silence that hung between you.

"I guess it is," Erik said, looking at you with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Yeah, time to say goodbye," you replied, trying to keep your emotions in check.

"I just want to thank you for the last three weeks. It's been... amazing," Erik said, his voice trailing off slightly.

You smiled, feeling a mix of emotions. "Thank you too, Erik. I had a really great time with you."

There was a moment of silence as you both stood there, unsure of what to say next.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye then,” Erik said, reaching out to give you a hug.

You hugged him back, feeling a sense of finality in the embrace. He pressed one last kiss against your lips before releasing you.

“Goodbye, Y/N.” He gave you one last smile before turning and walking away.

“Bye Erik,” you said softly.

As you watched him go, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of loneliness. Deep down, you knew it was time to move on, and as you walked back towards your room, you felt a sense of closure and gratitude for the time you had shared with Erik. He had stopped you wallowing in ‘what ifs’ and ‘might have beens’. You had been left with a sense of hope for the future, that maybe there was the potential for you to find a connection with someone special.

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[starbuck]

Having to listen to my coworkers go on about h*rry p*tter and not being able to say anything about it really just cements my need for Real Friends…

#like. people who ACTUALLY respect me and care about me as a person would be GREAT!!!!!! #and it’s like. i DO have friends - but not local friends i can actually hang out with #my trust levels are just low low LOW #and every interaction i have with my coworkers only lowers it further #the folks at one of our neighboring parks - by contrast - have EXCELLENT vibes #i’ve really enjoyed chatting with them at our little training conferences #i’m thinking of maybe passing my number onto them at least #our parks aren’t necessarily on the best terms for complicated reasons - but hopefully we can still do SOME stuff together #bc the people i currently work with are like. tolerable #but i don’t feel respected #(and no it’s NOT just bc of the hp stuff… that was just today in particular)

[milkywaydrabbles]

Number 15 for Alucard, it'd be so cute!

A/N: I don't think this is the fluff you were expecting LOL I promise it's a happy ending but the angst took over. In case you (or anyone else) was wondering the song is Cherry Wine by Hozier (i'm in my feels right now about this man I'm sorry) Anyways I hope you like it mwuaaah

"Sing to me again" x Alucard

Fight.

Attack.

Defend.

Alucard couldn’t think of anything except you and the baby while he was on the front line. The village had been so peaceful, for long he nearly forgot there were still monsters crawling around in the world. The stragglers that had grown stronger, the ones who persevered throughout the days, weeks, months. The stragglers that had already killed some of the makeshift infantrymen, the ones who have had nothing but time on their hands and are so hungry they see red. The stragglers that had Alucard running out to defend the village while you stay hidden away deep in the castle, barricaded and locked behind the safety of your shared home. They were evolved, instantly locking onto the dhampir who was the strongest amongst the men, bloodied grins widening: teeth sharp as blades that could tear through muscle and sinew with ease.  Alucard steadied himself, gripping a little tighter onto his shield and sword, kissing its hilt and imagining your sweet face, the sweet face of his newborn daughter, and lunged.

-

You were frantic, trying so hard to stay calm if only for your energy not to be poured into the babe huffing and crying in your arms. You’d been trying to put her to bed, but how could she? How could she sleep when she felt your panic, your anxiety pulsing into the very air she breathed in? How could she sleep when your soothing rocking was more jarring than anything, your voice shaky as you shushed her? How could you ever expect her to calm her sorrows when, if you tried hard enough, you heard the incessant howls and screeches from the deadly monsters outside castle walls.  You prayed, you prayed to all the deities and gods that could ever possibly exist to bring your Adrian back home. You’d never worry like this, he’s so strong, fending off the monsters with ease. But you’d never seen him so nervous like this either: having the heavy knocks of men on the castle doors begging for saving. The sheer strength of the creatures overwhelming them. 

What felt like days passed, it could have been a few minutes, it could have been a few hours. You’re not sure, you and your daughter going in and out of sleep, waking at every creak and bang that was heard. You shushed and cooed, steadying yourself the best you could to maybe sing a lullaby to your darling girl. “Shh, shh, I know sweet pea--I miss him too. But he’ll be safe, he’ll come back..” You whispered, kissing her forehead as a tiny hand balled into a fist rubbed at scrunched up eyes. 

Her eyes and words are so icy oh, but she burns like rum on the fire. Hot and fast and angry as she can be, I walk my days on a wire. 

It looks ugly, but it’s clean, oh momma don’t fuss over me.

Way she tells me I’m hers, and she’s mine. Open hand or closed fist, would be fine. The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

The cries lulled to a few whines and whimpers, holding her to your chest as you continued your hushed tones.

Calls of guilty thrown at me, all while she stains the sheets of some other. Thrown at me so powerfully just like, she throws the arm of her brother.

But I want it, it’s a crime, that she’s not around most of the time.

Way she tells me I’m hers, and she’s mine. Open hand or closed fist, would be fine. The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

Singing has calmed you enough to keep a gentle bounce, baby slowly falling asleep in your arms. You internally sighed, thankful that at least the immediate worry of your child has been quelled. 

Now all you can do is wait for your beloved.

-

Alucard ended the life of the final monster, hearing the victorious cries and hollers of the villagemen around him. He was grateful the battle had ended, retreating quickly to your shared home, finally able to hold you in his arms. Slowly, he opened the doors, knowing any sudden movements could stir his (hopefully) sleeping baby girl. He didn’t want to increase your stress, already guilty that he had to leave you in disarray. He made his way to the room he’d left you in, sure you’d still be in there: the nursery. The very nursery that you two built with your own hands, right next to his old bedroom.

Just like Vlad and Lisa.

 As Alucard got closer, he heard small hiccups and babbles from his daughter, along with the soft singing coming from you. He recognized the song, a song you’d often sing to yourself when you thought he wasn’t listening. The same song you’d sing into his hair when he was half asleep. He pressed the door open, his heart stopping at the very sight of you whispering the song into your daughter’s fluffy mess of a head, eyes closed. You hadn’t noticed him, and he was grateful. He wanted to just take in the moment, all panic and anxiety of constantly thinking that something might have happened, that something might have gotten through the castle, all quelled the moment he saw you both. 

He let you finish, giving you a moment before softly knocking on the door, your eyes darting to him immediately, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “Adrian..” You whispered, voice heavy. He crossed the threshold, kneeling at your feet and holding you both without disturbing the sweet babe. “Oh thank god you’re safe.” You did your best not to cry, you really did, not realizing just how scared you were for his safety. But he was alive and well and back in your arms. “I’m here now, love, I’ll keep you both safe always.” He whispered into your hair, looking down at his baby with adoration. 

“I heard you singing, love.” You hummed, calm enough now to put your girl down in her crib. The moment you sat back down though, Alucard’s head rested on your lap, hugging at your legs. You pet his hair, combing your fingers through the blond tresses. You hummed the melody of the song to him as his eyes fluttered close, breathing even. By the end you’d thought he’d already falling asleep, instead he spoke a whisper: “My darling, will you sing to me again?” Your heart clenched, and with a smile you responded:

“As long as you keep coming home to us, I’ll sing to you every day.”

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[romione-trope-fest]

Thunderstorms

Title: Thunderstorms

Author: Mertronus

Tropes: OOTP Missing Moment & Cockblocker Harry

Summary: A thunderstorm shakes things up inside Number Twelve Grimmauld Place

Rated T

Word Count: 1190

No Trigger Warnings…unless thunderstorms aren’t your thing

A loud clap of thunder sounded throughout the house, and the room was momentarily illuminated by a flash of lightning. Hermione pulled the blanket closer around her as she tried her best to read through the storm, but the truth was, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was dark, gloomy, and spooky on its own. Add a raging summer thunderstorm to the mix…

And it was downright awful.

Hermione threw her book onto her bed as another clap of thunder sounded. She looked over to the other bed where Ginny slept. Ginny could sleep through anything.

Much like your brother, Hermione thought with a sigh.

The thought of Ron had Hermione on her feet, wrapping her dressing gown around her and shoving her feet into her slippers. If a book couldn’t distract her, maybe Ron could.

Ron and Harry…

Yes, she would find the boys and they would keep her mind off the storm.

Hermione thought that the house was quiet given the amount of occupants in it…surely they weren’t all asleep already?

No, she knew that at the very least, Harry and Ron were awake. They never went to bed early.

She crept toward the stairs to head to the next floor where the boys’ bedroom was, but as she passed the drawing room, a flash of red hair caught her eye. She quickly redirected her steps and poked her head into the room.

Ron sat in the corner playing a solitary game of chess. When her feet hit a creaky floorboard, his head snapped up.

“Hey,” he called out quietly. “Y’alright?”

“Yeah,” Hermione said entering the room fully. “I’m fine. What are you doing in here alone?” She perched on the sofa closest to where Ron sat. “Where is everyone?”

Ron sat back in the chair and stretched. His too-short pajama shirt lifted a bit when his long arms stretched over his head, and Hermione caught a glimpse of her best friend’s pale, flat stomach. It was littered with freckles, as was every other part of Ron’s body that Hermione had seen, and she could just make out a thin, light trail of red hair leading down toward—

“Hermione?”

“Hm, what?” Hermione jumped and stared at Ron wide-eyed.

“I said Ginny’s asleep I suspect?”

“Yes,” she squeaked, then cleared her throat. “Yes, yes Ginny’s already asleep. In our room. Where I just was…in bed. My bed. Where did you say everyone was?”

Ron rolled his eyes. “Mum and Dad are in bed, Fred and George are doing Godric knows what in their room, and last I saw Harry he was with Buvkbeak and Sirius.”

“Oh?”

Ron nodded. “Yeah. I came down here to give them a moment. Felt like Harry might need some time with his Godfather before we head back to school.”

“Yeah,” Hermione sighed. The constant worry about Harry sometimes plagued her. At least here, at Grimmauld, not only was Harry safe, but there were so many others to worry over him as well.

“What about you?” Ron asked as he stood to join her on the small sofa. “Can’t sleep?”

Their legs brushed as he sat, and her breath caught. Even with all of the times she and Harry had touched or bumped into one another in some way, and yet she never felt the way she did when Ron was so much as a foot away from her. In the same room even.

“No,” Hermione said pulling her legs up onto the sofa and wrapping her arms around them. She rested her head on her knees and looked at Ron. “Can’t sleep.”

A roll of thunder sounded in the distance and Hermione watched the realization cross Ron’s eyes. “The storm.” Hermione nodded. “You’ve never liked storms.” Hermione shook her head. “I think it’s passing though,” Ron offered.

Hermione shrugged. “I think we’re still in for a long night.” As if to verify her thoughts, thunder sounded and it was much louder than it had been just a few moments before…closer. Hermione itched to move closer to Ron, but that would mean admitting that she was even more scared than she’d ever let on.

Ron shifted on the sofa, angling his body to face her. “Hermione if—”

Just then several claps of thunder rang out so loudly that the house seemed to shake from the sound alone. Hermione shrieked and jumped, then hid her face as she tried to calm herself from the fright.

It’s just a storm…nature…happens all the time…nothing to be afraid of. Pull yourself together Granger!

“Shhh, it’s alright,” a soft voice cooed in her ear. She buried her face in deeper and took a shaky breath.

It wasn’t until the smell of Ron invaded her senses that she registered where she was.

His hands were rubbing her back, his arms wrapped around her. Her face was buried in his chest as her hands grasped his shirt for dear life. His warm thighs were under her bum…

Hermione had literally lept into Ron’s lap.

With wide eyes, she raised her face to look up at Ron. She mentally prepared herself for the teasing, the jokes…but she was only met with a look of concern.

“Y’alright?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

“M’sorry,” she mumbled, moving to get herself off her lap.

Ron’s arms tightened around her. “It’s okay. But are you okay?”

Hermione gazed at Ron, his face no more than an inch from hers. Thunder sounded outside, but she never felt safer.

“I am now,” she whispered.

One side of Ron’s mouth quirked up in a lopsided grin, and Hermione’s eyes drifted down to his lips. She wondered how it would feel to press her lips to his…just once. She wasn’t sure if she was leaning into him, or if he was leaning into her.

Or if they were simply leaning into one another.

Time seemed to stop as their mouths seemed to be no more than a breath apart. She could smell the sweet chocolate on his breath. Another breath and—

“That was a loud one, wasn’t it?” Harry called as he entered the drawing room. Hermione jumped up at the first sound of his voice and turned to act as if she were looking out of the window. “You alright, Hermione?”

“Fine,” she breathed out as she tried her best to reign in every emotion that was coursing through her body.

“That last hit of thunder spooked Buckbeak so bad, Sirius and I had a rough time settling him.”

Hermione turned from the window and found that Harry had taken her place on the sofa beside a very red Ron.

“He’s alright now?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Harry answered, closing his eyes and resting his head back on the sofa. “Yeah, he’s fine now.”

“Good,” Hermione nodded. “Well, I’m going off to bed. You two need to do the same.”

Without another glance at Ron, Hermione hurried out of the room.

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A/N: how crazy that we are on week 3 already?? i hope you guys are seriously getting into the holiday spirit!!

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

SUMMARY: You become penpals with a cute boy in middle school. You fall for him while he becomes an international rockstar, but will you ever actually meet him?

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“Y/N! You got a letter!”

You have never sped down faster than at that moment. You’ve been anticipating that letter more than anything and quite frankly, you never thought receiving a letter would ever feel this exciting.

But it does. And it’s all because of a boy you have never even met.

“Gimme!” you exclaim as you run up to your mother, grabbing the letter from her before she could even hold it out for you and you are already on your way back to your room to read it and probably memorize every word of it.

Throwing yourself onto the bed you take a look at the handwriting on the envelope, your smile growing wider before you open it and pull out the paper.

Dear Y/N,

I have news for you! But I will only reveal them to you at the end of the letter. And don’t cheat! Don’t read ahead!

This week has been boring so far, we had a math quiz and I didn’t do too well, but it’s okay. If only you lived here, you could tutor me, but I’m left with my sister who is definitely not fit to be a teacher. She is so impatient and gets angry when I don’t understand something.

How did you do on your science project? I bet yours was the best and I’m convinced you’ll be a scientist one day. A scientist with a coffee shop. That’s an awesome pairing, don’t you think?

It’s been raining a lot here so I haven’t been out that much. Mum said it probably won’t change for a while.

And now the exciting news… Drumroll please! Are you ready?... I’m going to be on the X-Factor! Crazy, right? But I finally applied and I got a date for my first audition. It’s not the one you see on TV just yet, I only get there if I pass this first round, so wish me luck. Don’t worry, I won’t stop sending you letters even when I’m a big star. You’ll always be my favorite penpal!

I can’t wait to read your next letter!

Love, Harry

You read it over and over again until you can recite the whole thing almost word to word. Then you grab a paper and write your letter right away, putting it aside when it’s done so you can neatly fold Harry’s letter into the box that has all his previous ones. Eighty-seven, to be exact.

You’ve been penpals since last year. Your teachers were friends in college and they loved matching up their classes every year, turning them into penpals and making them send a few mails as a task so kids experience what it was like when there was no internet. You didn’t think much of the task and never expected to make a friend out of it.

But then you got paired with a boy named Harry, who lives in Holmes Chapel.

The first few letters were awkward and both of you just wanted the task to be over. But then you started sharing more and more with each other and kept up with the letters even when the task was over and they haven’t stopped, not even over a year later.

You have no idea what he looks or sounds like, you haven’t exchanged phone numbers, you both agreed you wouldn’t do that until your 100th letter, which is now approaching. Still, you feel like he is your best friend, better than the ones you see every day. And maybe it’s starting to feel more than a friendship, but can you fall for someone you have never even met?

 

You finish the drink in your hand, wait for the girl next to you to get to the end of the story she’s been telling your group. You came down to this little dorm party willing to socialize and make new friends, but you feel like a total outsider and you really don’t want to stay any longer. There are other things you’d rather do right now. Or at least one thing.

Trying your best to stay unnoticed, you slip out of the basement where the party is being held and head up to your room on the third floor. Your college experience hasn’t been like the ones you saw in movies, if you’re being honest, but you’re hoping it will get better in time.

The building feels empty outside of the basement, everyone is down there, having a blast while you can’t wait to return to your room. You’re roommate is either at the party too or maybe she is out with her friends, whichever it is, she’s not there when you get back to your room.

Throwing yourself down to the bed you grab your phone and type out a quick message to the only person you always want to talk to.

Y/N: What time is it where you are? Are you up?

You don’t expect him to answer right away, but his reply comes just moments after your message.

HARRY: Call?

You smile at how he ignored your questions and then start a call. He answers after the first ring.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at a party?” he asks instantly.

“I didn’t like it,” you shrug.

“You said that about the last three parties you went to. You’ll never meet people if you just sit around in your dorm room, Y/N.”

“Didn’t know I called my mother,” you mumble under your breath, which makes him laugh.

“Sorry… I’m just… worried. I want you to have fun.”

“Let’s talk about the fun you’re having. Tell me, where are you today?”

“New York. But I’m leaving tomorrow to LA. And don’t think you successfully changed the subject, we’ll get back to your social distancing.”

“LA, wow!” you pretend to be so into it, even though he’s been there a million times before. “Work stuff?”

“You could say that. There is this thing…”

You listen to him talk, he could be saying anything and you’d have him talk for hours, you wouldn’t get enough of his voice. After all, he’s a singer, it’s no surprise his voice is so soothing, though deep down you know you like it for a different reason.

It’s kind of ridiculous. You’re in love with a guy you’ve known since you were fourteen, but you’ve never met and in the meantime he also turned into an international rockstar, so the whole world knows him. It took the two of you almost two years to have your first phone call instead of sending letters. You still remember the first time you heard his voice over the phone, how he said your name and how you could barely get a word out at first. Now you text and call all the time though you’re still yet to meet.

You like to say it’s just how things turned out so far, that you could just never match a date to meet up, but in reality, you’re too scared to meet him, it would make it all too real and you fear he wouldn’t like you if you stood in front of him. So you remain in this bubble, where he is your friend far away who is also a celebrity. But to you, he’s just Harry, your old penpal.

“Promise me something, Y/N.” His tone turns serious and you bite your bottom lip before answering him.

“Okay.”

“Make at least one friend by the end of the semester.”

“Is that my homework?” you try to joke.

“I’m serious,” he breathes out. “I hate knowing that you’re there all alone.

“I do have friends. You’re my friend.”

“But I’m not there. You need someone to go to the library with, have lunch together and all that stuff. Please, promise me you’ll try, okay? Or I will have to take matters into my own hands.”

“Uh, what’s that supposed to mean?” you frown.

“I will fly over to you, no matter what and show up with you so people will want to get to know you.”

“Oh, so you’ll use your fame to get me friends who are only interested in you?” you laugh.

“Exactly, so you better get a friend yourself!”

“Okay, you got me. I will… try.”

“That’s good enough. I gotta go now. Talk to you later?”

“Sure. Call me whenever your schedule loosens up,” you tease him, hearing his laugh on the other end of the call.

“Will do.”

 

“Are you sure you’re okay? Because I could come over, make a woodoo doll for Mark and poke the shit out of him.”

You chuckle at Hilde’s suggestion as you sink further into your couch.

“I’m sure. I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“Okay, but I’m taking you out for lunch tomorrow. I’m not letting you lock yourself up in your cave just because a dumbass with a receding hairline dumped you.”

“God, Hilde, will you ever run out of the mean comments about him?” you laugh in disbelief. You knew she wasn’t too fond of him, but she’s been extremely, aggressively mean towards him since the two of you broke up two days ago. You can’t believe you thought her to be an angelic, shy girl when you met her in college. It must have been those Scandinavian features, her blonde hair and blue eyes tricked you for sure when you sat next to her at the cafeteria. Hilde is the friend you made because Harry forced you to meet someone and you hate to admit it, but your life wouldn’t be the same without her. She’s the only friend you made in college and luckily, she’s still in your life, three years after graduation.

“I have a whole notebook full of them,” she proudly says. “Alright, I have to go now, but call me if you feel like you want to cry after Mark. He doesn’t deserve your tears, so we have to prevent that.”

“I promise,” you smile softly.

“I’ll be at yours tomorrow at one. Bye!”

The smile fades from your face as soon as the call ends and you settle back into your loneliness. If anyone saw you, they would think it’s because of the breakup, but deep down you know it’s not the reason.

Yes, it’s shitty that you dated someone for almost an entire year and they dumped you over the phone, but that’s not what hurts the most. You’re alone. Well, Hilde is always there for you, but you can’t turn to the person who was your biggest support in the past decade. Your failed relationship is just a reminder that you will never have the same kind of feelings for anything like you had for Harry. No matter what went down with Mark, you always knew he wasn’t the one.

Because he wasn’t Harry.

Unlocking your phone you scroll down in the messages until you find the last one you sent to Harry. It’s been over a year and you still miss him.

There was no fight, no one hurt anyone, you just had a fall-out around the time he started dating some model. The messages came less and less often, he missed your phone calls and took a long time to respond whenever you sent him a picture of something you thought he would appreciate. His actions spoke loud and you didn’t want to be the annoying friend who doesn’t get a hint. He just started his solo career, things were going great for him, he didn’t have time to keep in touch with the penpal he had when he was a teenager.

So you stopped trying and eventually, everything stopped.

And you miss him probably too much, but you can’t help it. You keep catching yourself wondering if he thinks about you too, if he sees something and it reminds him of you, because it happens to you all the time.

You’ve wanted to text him a million times since the radio silence has started, but talked yourself down every time. He is a celebrity, he has way too many things to do than to catch up with you, that’s if he even answered your message. His number might not even be the same.

You regret never meeting him. Now you’ll never know what it feels like to hug him, to see him smile in real life, to smell his scent. He’ll remain just his letters you still have under your bed and the memories you have of your phone calls.

Seeking closure you grab a paper and pen and write one last letter to him.

Dear Harry…

 

You can’t mask your shock as you stare down at the letter you just took out of your mail box. You recognize the handwriting right away, but you never thought you’d ever see it again, not on an envelope at least.

It takes you several minutes to snap out of your initial shock and rush up to your apartment, holding the letter to your chest as if it was your most precious treasure and in the meanwhile you think back at the date you sent out that last letter to Harry.

It’s been six months.

It took him six months for him to reply to a letter you didn’t even think he would ever read. What happened? Did he only get it now? Or did he hesitate for this long before deciding to reply? You have so many questions and you might get a few answers from the letter.

You drop down to your couch and open the envelope with shaking hands, pulling the neatly folded paper out.

Dear Y/N…

 

“You look disgustingly happy, have I told you that?” Hilde comments and you roll your eyes at her.

“Yes. Like a million times before.”

“Okay, then I will just keep saying it.”

“I thought you’d be happy to see me like this, you’ve been nagging me about him for years!” you tell her off teasingly.

“I am happy! But I didn’t think you’d radiate like this! Though I should have expected, you are so hopelessly in love with that man,” she sighs. “I can’t believe it took you guys fourteen years to finally arrange a meeting, what the fuck?”

“It’s not that dramatic,” you tell her, finishing up putting the mugs away. It’s the 23rd of December, you’re just an hour away from closing up so it’s just two customers and Hilde left in the café. Soon everyone will be gone and Harry will arrive to meet you for the very first time in real life.

It’s been a long journey up to this point. After your farewell letter you didn’t think you’d ever talk to him, but then six months later you got another letter from him. Since then, you figured out what took so long. You sent the letter to his old address, but his mum has moved away for a while now. Luckily, the new owner was kind enough to track Anne down and give her the letter, but it took some time for that to happen. Then it took about two months for Anne to give it to Harry, she kept forgetting about it until he was finally home and she could just hand it over when she remembered she still had it. Then came some hesitation, but it was just a week before Harry decided to write to you.

And then you started talking again.

He apologized for being so distant, he said his then girlfriend didn’t appreciate the tight friendship he had with you and it didn’t take long to get back to where you were before the fall-out.

Now it’s been a year and the moment has finally come. It’s time to meet in person and you feel better about it than ever. Probably because the two of you have definitely passed being just friends.

The flirty texts started about a month after you reconnected and they’ve been building up ever since. All your doubts that Harry could never see you as more than just a friend has vanished and now you’re just patiently waiting for the big moment to happen.

“We can’t change what happened now,” you shrug.

“Yeah. Now he’ll have a great story to tell at talk shows about how he met his girlfriend!” she snorts out a laugh.

“I’m not his girlfriend!” you protest, but your heart skips a beat at the word.

“But you will be when you leave this place tonight, hopefully with him, heading up to your place to make up for all the sex you missed in the past decade.”

“Hilde!” you chuckle, throwing a rug at her.

Soon the café empties out, Hilde helps you closing and she heads out to give you some peace before Harry is set to arrive. As you’re left alone, you take a look around the place and you can’t help but feel content with your life.

You opened the café last year, an old dream of yours that’s now finally reality. It’s small and took almost all of your savings to start the business, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s decorated with Christmas lights and ornaments, one of your employees, Krissy did it, she’s obsessed with the holidays so you let her go all out. Now it looks like a tiny winter wonderland, setting the perfect mood for your first time meeting Harry.

You can’t help but feel nervous. What will he think of you? Will he think you’re just like on the photos he’s seen of you? Or are you different? Is he nervous too?

You arrange a little setup on one of the tables, some freshly baked cookies and two mugs of hot chocolate. Everything looks perfect and he could be here anytime.

A car pulls up in front of the building and your heart skips a beat when you see him get out of it with a bouquet of roses in his hands. He doesn’t notice you through the windows, so you can have a good look at him before he comes inside.

He seems to take a few moments to himself, checking his hair in the mirror before taking a deep breath and nodding to himself. Seeing him like this, nervous like you makes you smile.

Then he turns to face the café and he spots you through the glass of the door and your eyes meet for the first time. For a few seconds you just stare at each other, bask in the moment before you both break out in smiles and he walks inside, stopping by the door, a few feet away from you.

“Hi,” he breathes out and you swear his voice sounds a million times better than on the phone or any video you’ve seen of him.

“Hi,” you chuckle and your legs start moving before you could even think.

You throw yourself into his arms and he catches you with ease, holding you tight and suddenly, you know this is where you belong.

“God, it’s so good to hold you, Y/N,” he chuckles, burying his face into your neck. You want to say the same, but it’s so overwhelming that you can just laugh and hold him tighter.

You have no idea how long you stay like that, wrapped up in each other, hours could have passed by and you wouldn’t have noticed. All you feel and see is Harry.

“It’s really you,” he chuckles when you pull apart at last and he can take a better look at you.

“I should be saying that, I was the one talking to a celebrity! You could have been a catfish all along!” you laugh as you soak him in, standing in the middle of your tiny café. “Um, come sit. I made cookies and… hot chocolate.”

“And I brought you these,” he holds out the roses for you that you take with a lovesick smile, placing them onto the counter before the two of you settle at the table you set.

You sit and talk and talk for hours, tell each other everything you’ve written about and the things you didn’t. Words and stories flow so easily, it’s like you’ve spent every waking moment by each other this past fourteen years. You cherish how you’re able to touch his arm and hand and he barely looks away from you, as if the sight of you has put a spell on him.

“Oh wow, it’s past midnight,” you snap out of the bubble you’ve been sitting in, realizing just how late it has gotten.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overstay my welcome.” His eyes widen, but you just chuckle, shaking your head.

“You didn’t. It’s just that I have to be here by six thirty to open.”

“Oh shit, then… we should get going?” he suggests. “I can drive you home.”

“That would be great, thank you. Let me just bring these back to the kitchen,” you gesture at the empty mugs and plates.

“Let me help,” he offers, but you shake your head no.

“It’s alright, I can do it.”

You stack them all together and then bring them back, just tossing them into the sink. You’ll deal with them in the morning. When you walk out, you find Harry inspecting the place with a tiny smile.

“You really made this happen,” he says. “I remember when you wrote about wanting to start your own business when we were sixteen.”

“Well, it took me over a decade, but yeah,” you chuckle softly.

“I’m proud of you,” he says, his gaze meeting yours as he steps closer to you. “You’ve achieved so much. I just wish I could be next to you on the way.”

You catch a hint of disappointment flashing through his expression, but you don’t want him to blame himself. The fall-out might have been his fault mostly, but before that, it was you who avoided meeting him at any cost. Maybe things would have turned out different if you just met as soon as possible.

You’ll never know. But it’s alright, because you have a second chance now.

“You can be here from now on,” you quietly say and you can feel the atmosphere change in an instant. “If… If you want to,” you add.

Harry steps closer again until there are only inches parting you from him. He reaches up and cups your cheek in his hand, his eyes snapping down at your lips when they part.

“There’s nothing I would want more,” he replies, his lips pressing against yours finally.

Suddenly, you’re a curious teenager again, whose heart threatens to jump out of her chest seeing a new letter. The excitement of opening the envelope, reading his words and then writing back to him as soon as possible, it’s all here now that there’s no distance between the two of you.

You belonged to him even before you met and you belong to him now that he is closer to you than ever before.

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Love Language

*I do not own any CM characters

Summary: reader thinks about how their relationship with Spencer  has evolved through touch!

Warnings: talk of past drug use, crying, angst i guess, but mostly fluff

word count: 2.2 K

A/N: this was pretty fun to write, it is mostly little flashback scenes and I love doing those. I did this after seeing  @veraiconcos​‘s writers challenge and thought that was super cool, all of her things are amazing so definitely check out her blog!

enjoy!!

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Spencer Reid's love language was never touch. I suppose the burden of all his knowledge is knowing exactly the amount of germs passed by a single touch, and which of those germs are alive, and which could get him sick, and which sickness could take root, and, well you get the point. When I first started at the BAU Spencer still seemed to me like a shy little kid. We were the same age, I like to tell him at least once a day, I'm actually a full month older than him. I think that's one of the many reasons that him and I became friends so fast. My first friend was of course, JJ. After all she is very close in age to me and Spencer, and is one of the first contacts I had with the BAU. She told me before I had met any of the team, that Spencer was, well, different. She made sure to warn me that he doesn't mean anything by his little actions of avoidence. It's just his way of keeping himself safe. This I understood.

The first time I was formally introduced to the team was much before I joined. The interview process is understandably long, they need to know a person before just throwing them in. After all, these people spend more time together working cases then they do in their own homes. -

“Hi, i’m Y/N , the new agent here” I shook the hands of everyone on the team but Spencers, remembering what JJ had told me. To him I smiled and gave a little wave.

“The number of pathogens that can be passed from a-” Spencer after seeing me wave to him began to do just what I suspected. When confronted with an uncomfortable situation, he began to hide behind his wall of facts.

“It's actually much safer to kiss” I continued for him and the look on his face was priceless.

“Yeah, yes, exactly.” A rose colored blush crept up onto his cheeks as he smiled at me.

“Oh great, now there's two of them” Morgan laughed at us before JJ pulled them away for another case.

The first time I saw someone actually touch Reid was when they returned home from the Tobias Hankle case. It hurt me to see Spencer (now my friend of almost four months) so absolutely traumatized. He would never say this to me or anyone else for that matter, but even at the time he came home, he was still feeling the effects of the drugs he was given.-

“Here they come, here they come” Anderson walked over to me as the team approached the glass doors of the BAU. I was surprised to see that Spencer was with them. I had assumed they would have taken him straight home, or maybe to the hospital.

“Welcome back, I'm glad you're alive, Reid,”  he barely opened his eyes and nodded at me before sitting down in his desk chair. I waved JJ over to me.

“How bad?” she sighed and gave me the classic worried mom look we always tease her for.

“Very. I didn't think I would ever see him like this”

“Im so sorry JJ. do you think he’ll be okay?”

“Honestly, I don't know, but i'm going to drive him home, maybe if i'm lucky I can convince him to let me take him to the hospital. I'll call you, okay?”

It worried me even more to know that JJ too, was aware of how badly he was hurt. She turned her back to me and grabbed her coat from her office before going to Spencer's desk. From where I was standing I could just barely make out what she was saying.

“Spence, come on, let's get you out of here”

“JJ I have paperwork to do” he sounded dazed, like he wasn't really sure where he was.

“Its okay Spence, I’m sure Morgan wouldn't mind a few extra”

She gingerly took the files from his hand and helped him sling his satchel over his shoulder. Then, it happened. As they walked out of the room he stumbled. Just a little. Barely enough for anyone else to notice, but I was watching the two of them so carefully as they left I couldn't help but take an involuntary step towards them. JJ took a firm hold of his arm, and put her other free hand on his back. I could see him flinch for just a second, and then, his body relaxed into her and he let her guide him from the room.

After that night I became a full member of the team. Spencer didn't take any time off. He never went to the hospital, although Penn, JJ, and I tried countless times to get him to. After that night when he let JJ help him, when he let her touch him, he never seemed to be overly bothered by a handshake every once and awhile. The first time I touched him was still a while after that, I think my 15th case in the field. -

“Spencer it wasn't your fault.” He looked at me through his black rimmed glasses with a sad and blank expression.

“Then why would he address it to me?”  this whole case I knew something was wrong. After Gideon had not shown the first time, JJ told me that he had resigned, but at that point Spence still hadn't told anyone about the letter.

“Because he knew that you needed to hear the news from him. Not from JJ, or me, or Hotch, or anyone else. There's nothing you could have done to convince him to stay Spence, he's even more stubborn than you are”

I paused to observe him in the dark silence of the jet. I brought my hand to his arm tentatively but when he relaxed and seemed comfortable with the touch, I gave it a little squeeze and smiled at him. -

Now, after Gideon had left I knew it. I had a crush on Spencer Reid. This came as no surprise at all to JJ or Penelope, but to me, it was quite the shock. He had now become comfortable with the little touches of assurance that I gave him often. More comfortable even than with JJ or Morgan. Sometimes I noticed he would even reciprocate the gesture. When he noticed I was tired or stressed or just having a bad day, he would put a hand on the crook of my elbow and give it a little squeeze. Just like I did that night on the jet. To other people this seems like nothing. But to me, and to him as well, this was everything.

When Spencer stayed in Vegas to investigate his father, JJ left. JJ as Spence and I’s best friend, is always a source of comfort and a safe haven in the stormy darkness that is our lives. When she left she pulled me aside away from Spencer and put a hand on her swollen belly. -

“ Y/N , I need to take care of Spence for me, okay?” I chuckled.

“JJ, of course, what do you think I’m here to do?” she looked at me with a deadpan stare.

“That's not what I mean. You know what was happening with him after Tobias right?” I nodded, the memories of his mood flashes, and anger, and sadness all coming to the forefront of my mind.

“he‘s going to need you to make sure that he doesn’t do anything stupid. Not Morgan, not Rossi, not Hotch, you. You are the only person on this team- in this world-. That he trusts right now. And you are the only person that could talk him off of that ledge.”

“I promise, JJ. I’ll keep him safe” She nodded at me but the worried expression on her face remained. -

JJ was worried for good reason as it turned out. I kept a close eye on Spencer as we looked into his past. The boys were all there to focus on the case. To solve what was in front of them. I was there more to focus on Spencer. There was one night. The night after we found his father, something in my brain just told me it was not going to be a good night for him. There was something in the coloring of his face, the way his posture was collapsed and the circles around his eyes were so dark, it told me all that I needed to know. -

I walked out into the hallway of our hotel and stopped in front of Spencer's door. The others were all asleep, and it was nearing one in the morning. But something told me that he needed my help right now. JJ’s voice in the back of my head reminded me that I needed to help him, I was the only one who could help him. I knocked three times on his door softly. I waited a minute before knocking again, with a little more force, and I heard some shuffling in the room before the door opened.

“ Y/N? What are you doing?” I walked inside the room without an invitation and sat down on the foot of his bed. The sheets were undisturbed and he was still in his work clothes though the tie was draped over a chair in the corner and his shoes were by the door.

“Talk to me” I looked up from my hands and continued.

“I don't mean, about the case, or your dad. I mean about you. I need you to convince me that you are okay”

“Who says I'm not?”  I rolled my eyes at him and gestured to the chair across from me.

“I do. And as one of your best friends, your closest colleague, and someone who likes you, a lot. I think that should mean something to you” the last part slipped out a little fast and completely without me thinking of the repercussions.

“You like me?” he gave a faint smile that I could only partially see in the dimly lit hotel room.

“Yes, but that's not the point right now, we’re talking about you not me '' I brushed off his comment but I couldn't help the smile and blush that came across on my face.

“Im struggling” his voice broke a little when he said it and it broke my heart to see him in such pain.

I walked over to the chair he was sitting in and pulled him up by the hand.

“I'm going to hug you now. Is that okay?”

His partial nod was good enough for me. -

I got him through that night. I talked him off the ledge that JJ had warned me of. And she was right. I was the only one who could have done that. When we came back from Las Vegas, although neither of us had said a word, something changed between us. We were more than just friends now, we both knew that, but beyond that, we weren't really sure what we were. He would call me when he needed someone to talk him down, I would call him when I needed someone to talk me down. I would show up at his apartment any hour of the day to help him, and I knew that he would do the same. One of those nights when it just so happened that the both of us needed a little talking down after a hard case, I drove myself over to his apartment to find him on the couch crying.

To see him crying was something that my tired, and broken heart couldn't take. I threw myself next to him on the couch and pulled him into a hug, no questions asked.

“I needed that.” I said as soon as I lifted my head from his shoulder.

“Me too” we were both still crying, but there was something about the atmosphere that had changed. We weren’t alone anymore. We spent hours like that, sitting there, my head on his shoulder, his arm around my back, not saying a word, just collecting ourselves as best we could. At some point in the night I looked over at the clock: 2:45 am

He looked to the clock as well and then over to me, and with a single tear streaming down his face he looked at me and said,

“If I asked you to stay, would you?” I wiped the tear from his cheek.

“You don't even need to ask”  he brought both of his hands to my cheek and pulled me into what I think is the most passionate kiss I have ever received.

That night told us both what we had become. It was no longer little arm touches or calls in the middle of the night. It was waking up to him beside me, seeing his hair ruffled from sleep and his eyes clouded by exhaustion. It was the little worried kisses he gave me in the field and the little squeal of happiness that Penelope made when I told her we were moving in together.

When I first met Spencer I wondered to myself if he would ever be comfortable with touch. But now as his sleeping body lays next to me and instinctually pulls me in closer, I know that there was never any reason to worry. Because even before, when the most contact I would get was arm touches in the midst of a panic, it was enough. It helped me learn that although not everyone wants or shows grand gestures. There are other ways, sometimes even better ways to say, I love you.

#spencer reid fluff #spencer x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds

[tragedybunny]

The Temptation of Perturabo - Fulgrim x Perturabo - NSFW - TW: Noncon

Fulgrim comes to apologize to Perturabo during the events of Angel Exterminatus and Perturabo is seized by an urge to take what he wants from his brother. Too bad this is probably exactly how Fulgrim likes it. Dead Dove

I don't know how dead dove this really is but better safe than sorry. So yeah, really, rape is involved here, or at least someone thinking they're raping someone.

“Dear Brother, I wanted to apologize for any offense I’ve given you.” Perturabo felt his head already starting to pound at Fulgrim’s overly honeyed tone. It had been barely more than a Terran standard day since he’d nearly beat his brother to death, and yet here he was, come to his personal sanctum practically dripping saccharine platitudes.

Perturabo hardly looked up from where he was sorting pieces of the miniature Titan that had momentarily destroyed Fulgrim’s perfect face. He’d shed his armor in expectation of being alone, the ports and cable uplinks all that were left, unremovable reminders of it. Maybe they were signs that the creature in the armor was what he truly was. “Apology noted, get off my ship.” A thought sent the Iron Circle turning hostilely toward the Phoenician.

“Please, I do want to make sure things are resolved between us, I have no hard feelings about it.” Fulgrim wheedled and Perturabo sighed, finally actually turning his eyes up to his brother.

Fulgrim was also unarmored and wore nothing but a loose tunic of practically transparent lavender material. Perturabo could see the multitude of piercings adorning his skin and garish gold swirls of body paint. Even his eyelids and lips had been dusted with some sort of cosmetic, leaving them shimmering in the light. With an overly large smile, he held out a bottle of wine and two large goblets.“Have a drink with me.”

“Fine,” he growled knowing Fulgrim would only continue to whine and the Iron Circle let him pass. Gesturing to an empty table, he settled into a chair and waited for Fulgrim to sit across from him. “Only to show you I’ll keep my word and not kill you as soon as you’re vulnerable.”

“That’s the spirit.” He sunk into the chair, loose platinum hair framing his face like a halo, purple eyes shining with some mysterious mirth. A scent like flowers with an undercurrent of something acrid reached his nose. "Looks like my face did a number on your little toy," he said nonchalantly, pouring into one of the large goblets.

"It will be fixed." He took a sip of the glass Fulgrim handed him, feeling it burn, and wondering just where his brother had got it.

"I'm sure if there's anyone with the talent, it's you brother." As he shifted in his seat, one shoulder of the oversized tunic fell away, leaving his pale collarbone exposed.

"We're long past flattery," he tore his eyes from Fulgrim’s porcelain skin.

"I'm not trying to flatter," Fulgrim made a good show of sounding hurt.

"Then what are you doing?" His lack of patience with the seemingly endless schemes was evident in his tone.

A pale finger dipped into his wine glass and Fulgrim lasciviously sucked the drop from a fingertip. “Trying to keep you from remaining cross with me,” his voice was artfully soft and alluring.

Something in Perturabo stirred at the sound of it and he slammed his glass onto the table to squelch that thing. “You should’ve considered that before playing games with me.”

“Games, brother? I’m terribly sorry if you’ve misconstrued any of my actions.” He froze as he felt a foot tracing its way up his leg under the table. “Please, let me find a way to make it up to you.”

Perturabo swallowed another stinging drink. "Stop that."

Fulgrim’s laughter was musical. "You don't like it?" He did it again, this time caressing his thighs and nearly brushing against Perturabo’s manhood while draining his glass.

"No," he ground out. "It's time you went back to your ship."

Pouting, Fulgrim stood. "But I thought you appreciated things of beauty."

Both shoulders of the tunic had slipped away, and it hung from Fulgrim’s form obscenely leaving pierced nipples peeking from the neckline. Perturabo found himself wondering what they'd feel like between his fingers and what sounds Fulgrim would make as he toyed with them. Angrily he shook his head to clear away such thoughts. "Out," he ordered rising from his seat, but curiously the Iron Circle didn't react.

Moving in, he loomed over his brother who smiled maniacally up at him. "Or maybe I misjudged your eye for such things." Whatever scent Fulgrim had covered himself hung in the air like a miasma, overwhelming his senses.

Hands reached for Fulgrim almost of their own accord. Self-indulgent, obnoxious behavior was all he knew these days, perhaps it was time he was taught a different lesson than the one he'd tried the other day. Perturabo grabbed his throat in a crushing grip, rage and something else blacking out his vision. "You've misjudged something of me." Indulging his earlier impulse, he gripped one of the rings that hung from Fulgrim’s rosebud pink nipples and twisted harshly. Whatever noise he would’ve made was cut off by the hand on his throat, but it delighted Perturabo all the same and he felt himself stiffen. Why shouldn’t he take what had been so obviously proffered?

Releasing his throat, he switched his grip to that platinum mane Fulgrim had conveniently left free flowing, and forced him to turn around toward the table. With a shove he pressed one side of his face down into the table, leaving the other half visible. This time he didn’t want to destroy it, he wanted to watch it.

Yanking up the tunic, he exposed Fulgrim’s perfectly sculpted backside. "Brother, wait, what are you doing?" The slight note of panic in Fulgrim’s voice left him fully erect.

"Still correcting your behavior apparently." One hand tugged Fulgrim’s hair tight enough he yelped and the other worked to free the erection straining at his pants. “This is what you were trying to tempt me with, wasn’t it?” Silky smooth skin pressed against Perturabo where his pants had opened, irritatingly soft, typical of Fulgrim. The head of his cock rubbed against Fulgrim’s entrance, letting him properly comprehend exactly what Perturabo was going to do to him.

"Wait… I was only jesting. Perturabo, I'm sor-" He buried himself inside Fulgrim in one violent movement causing his words to be lost in a pained shout.

Perturabo relished the sound of it, let the insolent fop suffer. The thought of it caused him to twitch inside Fulgrim and he gave another brutal thrust. This time he made a sound that was pain tinted with pleasure and Perturabo raged. "You wanted it like this, you bastard."

"Mmm, perhaps," Fulgrim said, triumph in his tone.

This couldn't go unanswered. "Why?" Perturabo considered his next words carefully, yearning to cause hurt Fulgrim wouldn’t enjoy for the embarrassment of goading him to this. There was only one answer and he unleashed it like a targeted orbital bombardment. "Is this how Ferrus used to fuck you? Did he use you hard?"

"Don't you dare," Fulgrim spat venomously, and Perturabo laughed that he’d finally found a way to wound the Phoenician.

"I'll do as I wish, you're the one bent over the table getting fucked." He punctuated his words with another harsh thrust.

Fulgrim hissed in rage and Perturabo had never felt such lust. This is where his brother belonged, beneath him, making himself useful for once. He continued at a merciless pace, driving into Fulgrim over and over as he made delicious sounds of suffering. "Look at you, you're soft. Coming here, looking for what no one else can give you. No wonder Ferrus liked to fuck you, you're desperate for it."

The second mention of their dead brother left Fulgrim flailing enticingly against Perturabo's hold on him. Gloriously he could see blood at the roots of his hair where he gripped it. He didn't know how much longer he could stand it and began to hilt himself with as much violence as possible, every pathetic whimper brought him closer to the edge. "You make a good little whore Fulgrim."

A gasping cry left Fulgrim as he climaxed from the abuse and Perturabo raged that he felt any enjoyment at all. “I should make you lap that up off my floor.” With one last thrust, he pulled out, spilling himself across Fulgrim’s ass and thighs. His chest heaved with the exertion of the whole affair. “Get out.”

Fulgrim stood, stretching and righting his clothes, and he turned to Perturabo with that infuriating smile. “Dinner first next time perhaps?” A feral noise left Perturabo as he lunged for Forgebreaker. But Fulgrim was already gone, the ghost of a mocking laugh all that was left behind.

#fulgrim #perturabo #fulgrim x perturabo #warhammwer 40k #warhammer #horus heresy #warhammer fanfic #my fanfic

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

Thoughts on my sweet baby darling (Oluwande)

favorite thing about them: i love how he’s such a level-headed guy like 99% of the time but he got into a verbal argument with black pete in e2. like he was right, but the """mature""" thing in that situation isn’t bickering so loudly you get trapped by the indigenous residents of the island you’re stuck on. the fact that the show doesn’t make him “be the bigger person” 24/7 honestly makes his maturity and emotional intelligence that much stronger because like, yknow what? fuck being the bigger person sometimes. he deserves to bitch at this annoying tryhard who wont stop lying about working for blackbeard.

least favorite thing about them: my least favorite thing about olu is that there’s not enough of him. olu should be in every scene

favorite line: “Coming, nana! I’m coming for some cake~” because OBVIOUSLY

brOTP: i’m picking two bc i’m greedy lol.

first off: olu and stede. their vibes are SO different and i think they’d probably have a hard time like, picking a casual activity to do together, but i feel like they have a lot of core similarities when it comes to who they are as people and caring abt others. also whenever i think about the two of them being sad and lonely in stede’s cabin in e7 i want to laugh! these poor heartbroken boys!!!

number two: olu and frenchie bc they worked together SO well to pull off their scam and i want to see them just hanging out. it kinda feels like olu has more common sense whereas frenchie has more life experience and i think the two of them together can get up to some CRAZY shit but also they'd be able to do those casual activities together that olu and stede would not be able to agree on. frenchie should play songs and olu should sing to them and also i am picturing olu helping frenchie get over his fear of cats and my heart is so full of love rn

OTP: uhhh jim, obviously

nOTP: izzy. also obviously

random headcanon: he grew up in a huge family that was almost entirely women. his only siblings are sisters and his dad passed when he was young, so the only men in his family are like two or three uncles and a handful of cousins, all of whom are either way older or way younger than him.

unpopular opinion: idk if this is unpopular but i think olu should get to top jim sometimes. i always see jim topping and while i have ZERO complaints abt that i think maybe sometimes they should switch? pretty sure that for a lot of fans it's like a dysphoria thing they're projecting onto jim which is super valid. but i personally would like to see art of olu topping.

song i associate with them: ugh so like i said in this post, i don't really get Blorbo Song Associations the way a lot of fans do unless something about the show itself makes me think abt songs differently. so i don't have a fun answer it's just under the sea from the little mermaid bc of the bts vid of samson singing it

favorite picture of them: sunshine boy <3

#ask #wearfinethingsalltoowell #oluwande boodhari #mine #ofmd #og #ask game

[t-h-i-n-g]

chapter one

(not my gif credits to owner on pinterest)

a/n: hi, welcome to my first series! i haven’t really seen any series on nancy on here so i took matters into my own hands *snap*. this is a slow burn so things will be simmering for a while. enjoy!! 

word count: 2k

warnings: slight implied mention of underage drinking. if i missed any don’t hesitate to let me know!!

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“But that isn’t the point Steve- the point is, is that you’re wrong.” 

“No, no I’m not. I’ve explained to you how many times that french fries just don’t belong in a milkshake. They’re both so much better separate than combined. And it’s best for them to stay away from each other and never, ever come in contact. ”

 “You haven’t even tried it and you hate it on it so much. Honestly I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so passionate about something.”

 Steve slammed his hand on the steering wheel for emphasis. “I don’t need to try it to know it’s an absolute abomination to the world we live in,” He defended.

“Oo abomination I think that’s the biggest word I’ve ever heard you use,” You quipped back holding up your hands in mock fear.

“That's not true, I use plenty of big words.”

“Pretty sure your vocabulary can rival with a 7th graders.”

“Does a 7th grader know the word…… the word-the word parsimonious.” There was a brief pause as he turned into the school’s parking lot.

 “.....Use it in a sentence-”

“I- We are way off track here! The point is that french fries and milkshakes aren’t meant for each other. They just simply aren’t. They have so much better things out there for them. Like milkshakes and cherry’s. Or french fries and ranch-”

“Did you just pick ranch over ketchup to pair fries with?” Steve put the car in park before turning to you with a tight lipped smile.

“Yeah. I Did.” He slammed the door as he exited his car. You followed suit, grabbing your bag from the back and closing the door with just as much force. Slinging it over your shoulder as you jogged to catch up to him. 

“You would be the type of person to choose ranch over ketchup, you absolutely disgusting excuse for a human,” you scowled and scrunched your nose, entering the building.

“At Least I don’t think grease belongs in a dairy sha-” Steve pauses, taking in the lockers you both are passing. “You got a paper and something to write with?” He asks as he holds a hand out and scans the locker number. Curiously you pull out a notebook paper and blue sharpie. He mumbles “Perfect,” before using the lockers to write ‘Meet Me. Bathroom - Steve.’ He caps the marker and hands it back to you. Walking while folding the paper before slipping it into one of the lockers. Dragging your feet you slowly approach him.

“You got a booty call this early in the morning?” You ask with a snort.

Steve scoffs, “Please don’t ever use the word booty call again.”

“It’s two words,” You smirk. He gives you another tight smile.

“You’re just all full of smart ass this morning aren’t you?” You giggle and lean onto the lockers. He sighs, crossing his arms and follows your actions. “Besides, she isn’t a ‘booty call.’ Honestly I think she’s different.” He tilts his head down and looks up at you through his hair. You mirror his smile.

“Oh my goodness is THE King Steve thinking of settling down with someone. Maybe get a house in the country, have a farm, even get a dog-”

“Stop it, I'm serious. She’s not like any of the other girls I've been with.” You giggle again.

“Whatever you say Harrington. So, who is she if she’s so amazing and… different. Why haven’t you told me about her before?”

“Well, you don’t need to know everything going on with me. Y/n, you have your own stuff going on and I wanted to see if she was legit before I said anything. You get sick of me talking about people anyway,” He said, shyly scratching the back of his neck.

“Steve, if she's this big of a deal I think I won’t mind if you talk. You still haven’t said who she is yet by the way. I’m still wondering who Ms. Anonymous is- so now spill who she is. I'm shaking in my boots with anticipation.” You wobble your knees for effect. Steve chuckles, dragging his hand from his hair to down his face. He looks back up at you with a lazy smile. 

“Nancy Wheeler.” Your jaw goes slack slightly. 

Moving in closer, you whisper, “You snagged little miss perfect? No way, you're bluffing. Tell me you’re bluffing.”

“Am I really bluffing if I put a note in her locker? No you’re right we were just going to have a little study sesh in the bathroom y’know since I’m sucking at algebra right now. Which now that I think of it, is your fault. You said you would do my homework last week,” He stated. 

“I never said I would do it. I said I would help you do it and you know algebra isn’t my strong suit.”

“Same thing. Either way, yes I ‘snagged’ Nancy Wheeler who should be here any second now so maybe we shouldn’t be hanging out by her locker,” He said while pulling your shoulder along with him to walk down the hall. 

Re-adjusting your backpack you take a moment to look back up at Steve. His eyes scanned the hallway no doubt searching for a possible Nancy Wheeler in sight. Chuckling lightly you brought your attention back to the surroundings in front of you. It was his turn to look at you. 

“What?” He asked. You turned your head back to him. 

“Oh nothing, just the fact that you didn’t snag Wheeler, looks like she snagged you.”

It was his turn to chuckle. “Yeah, sure whatever helps you sleep at night.”

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Nancy Wheeler. Huh. Didn’t see that coming. That was all you could think as Steve entered the bathroom. Not before giving you a mock solute and telling you he might be late to class, making you roll your eyes. Sighing, you adjusted your backpack again and started walking to class. Being early to class for the first time in……. Months, wow look at you go-

Scratch that you forgot to actually stop at your locker. Curse the existence of textbooks. Turning around, Carol passed you giving you a slight smile. Which you returned. Not fully meaning it, but y’know for Steve’s sake right? 

If you have to be honest you didn’t really like ‘Steve’s friends.’ Even though they were technically yours too. Always having someone to party with or talk to was a plus but didn’t take away from the fact all of them were assholes. Steve partially included but he's been there for you since day one. Of Course you weren’t just going to stop seeing him when he started hanging out with some newer people. 

New years meant new things and new attention. When it first started during the beginning of Freshman year it wasn't that bad but as time went on Steve’s popularity kept on growing, not to mention his ego with it. 

He was fine by himself but around others like Tommy H. and Carol he was to say different. He turned into this ‘King Steve’ that developed and came to be named as time went on. That Steve was also an asshole and didn’t care to seem that he was one. However, there were times where repressed his actions.

But who isn't going to be an asshole when they get the right or in this case wrong attention? As it was said before it wasn’t like you were going to drop him because of a couple of inconveniences. Even if the inconveniences end with you having to put up with many annoying people, driving him home at least once every two weeks and feeling obligated to be a personal babysitter to make sure he doesn’t get in too much trouble. 

But, that’s what friends were for. Right? It wasn’t like he hadn’t done the same for you.

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Nancy Wheeler finally entered the school after having a spoiled breakfast from Mike putting syrup on her eggs. What compelled him to be such a little brat this early in the morning? She didn’t know. Barb quickly approached her as she walked through the doors. 

“So, did he call?” She asked excitedly. Nancy’s eyes widened as she turned to Barb. 

“Keep your voice down,” She scolded.

“Did he?” Barb persisted. Nancy rolled her eyes with a small smile. 

“I told you, it’s not like that. Okay, I mean, yes, he likes me, but not like that- woah!” She exclaimed as her books fell from her hands.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you apologized quickly, going down to pick up the dropped items. You looked up to see who it was and what you would know, it was Nancy Wheeler. The girl of the hour. 

“It’s fine really. I wasn’t watching where I was going either I was…..distracted,” Nancy glared playfully at Barb, reaching down to pick up some things as well before turning to you. She froze slightly as she recognized who it was. You got up and held out a few of the fallen books to the girl. Nancy just stared before hurriedly getting up and accepting the items with a thanks. You bit your lip slightly thinking of something else to say. This was your first official meeting with Nancy. You two never seemed to have had a reason to talk even with the similar schedule and living in the same area. Nancy’s eyes flashed down to the action before snapping them back up to your eyes.. 

“Nancy, right?” You asked knowing full well what the answer was. Nancy smiled slightly with a nod. You returned it. There was a pause before your attention was brought to the person standing behind Nancy. “And Barbara?” Barb looked slightly shocked that you acknowledged her presence, nodding her head as well. Another awkward pause ensued. Nancy, noting this, took a chance to speak.

“And you’re Y/n. We have Algebra and Chemistry together don’t we?” She asked, also fully knowing the answer. It was your turn to nod.

“Yeah, it’s kind of weird that this is the first time we have had an actual conversation,” you mentioned with a brief laugh. It actually wasn’t weird. While Nancy was spending most of her time keeping her grades up, you were too busy trying to live in the moment and managing to average with a C just barely. However, that was better than most could say. But with the fact when she was staying home studying, you were in the process of dragging Steve to your home to crash on your couch might play a factor in why this talk hasn’t happened earlier.

“Mhm, it probably wouldn’t have happened if I was paying attention, so sorry about that,” she said in a soft voice. She tilted her head down bashfully while her eyes looked back up at you. You paused again for a moment. Caught off guard by the sound of her voice. Why? Psh, you didn’t know other than the fact it probably shouldn't have. Brushing it off you cleared your throat. 

“No, you’re fine. I was in my head and wasn’t watching my step. I take the full blame.” Placing a hand on your chest, you gave a slight bow in apology. Causing her to chuckle. Catching a glimpse at one of the clocks on the walls you brought your attention back to the two girls. “Alright, well it was nice properly meeting the both of you,” you brought up your hands to gesture to them, “- but now if you’ll excuse me I have to hurry to Chem to be able to be early for the first time since September.”

 Giving a solute you walked past them. Both of them returned brief waves but were stopped short as they watched you turn around, quickly go to a locker, open it, and grab something inside. You walked back gesturing to the textbook with a tight smile and continuing on your way.

Both girls watched silently as you walked down the hall. Barb blinked a couple times then cleared her throat. “ Well that was something I wasn’t expecting,” she stated.

Part two...(coming soon)

“Tell me about it,” Nancy said with a light chuckle. I mean, who knew Steve Harrington’s best friend was a dork?

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Part two...

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[multifandomthoughts]

Requested by: @jenorca

Trigger Warnings: swearing

Word count: 700

One letter. C. Hanging over your head since you were 18, you knew what it meant. Your soulmate’s name, the person you were destined to be with. As soon as you turn 18, the first letter appears. You’ve just been trying to live your life without the relentless thought that “maybe they could be dead” or “maybe I’ll never find them”.

You sigh, rubbing your temples. God only knew if and when you’d be close enough to your soulmate for any more letters to appear, but you could at least hope. You hadn’t left your hometown in years, and unfortunately another few years would pass before any other signs of your soulmate would appear. But one day, as you’re walking through the downtown area, you spot a man with swirly blue hair approaching you on the sidewalk. His unique appearance sticks in your mind, but you don’t think much else of it and continue to your destination.

However, when you reach for the door of the building you’re entering, you see your vision slowly obstructed a bit more by a G. You must have passed your soulmate sometime in the past hour, but with the thousands of people you have walked by, it feels impossible to find them. Then, the man with the swirly blue hair comes to mind.

He’s certainly a candidate, but you can’t be sure. Once you’re finished in this store, you exit back onto the street and return the way you came only to see the same man standing on a street corner talking to some other people. Passing by again, you keep one eye on yourself to see if anything happens, and sure enough an I appears.

As you stand there, considering how to broach the awkward subject, you fail to notice the man suddenly turning to look at you and starting to glare. By the time you realize he’s growing agitated, he’s only 2 feet away from you. “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing just standing there listening to a private goddamn conversation?!” You stutter out an “I’m sorry” as he cuts you off again. He starts to go at you again, but you can’t help but notice something off about him.

He’s squinting, despite wearing thick rimmed red glasses. Either he doesn’t need those glasses and they’re just for show, or he is hiding something. Maybe he’s squinting….because he’s your soulmate. Before he can utter another word, you interject. “You feel it too, don’t you? Seeing the letters, the name of your soulmate. I’ll bet you it’s mine, and I’ve been seeing yours.”

He staggers back a step, sputtering with indignation at such a claim. “That’s ridiculous! Some random nobody off the street? I’m just… trying to get a good look at the loser with the nerve to eavesdrop on our fucking conversation! There’s no damn way you’re my soulmate or whatever you’re claiming, and we both know you can’t prove it, so get out of here before I kill your ass.” You feel quite intimidated, but your resolve is firm and you know how to get through to him. “G, I, C, I think I’m seeing an H now…” you start to recite the letters in your view, and with each one he grows more pale.

“I-I don’t want to talk about this anymore!” He squeaks, looking around frantically. “My teammates could see me with you, and that would put you in danger!” Slipping you a piece of paper, you open it and his name and number is revealed. “Ghiaccio…like the ice cream?” You chuckle. That clearly hits a nerve, as he looks like steam will pop out of his ears any second.

You walk away with paper in hand and a smile on your face. Cliche as it sounds, you feel like your eyes have finally been opened to how great the world can be, and all the possibilities before you. Before getting out of earshot, you decide to tease your new soulmate one more time and yell back at him. “See you soon!!”

You’re not sure, but you think you can see a blush on his face.

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[docholligay]

I guess I want to get murdered for my birthday

Do me a favor and read to the end of this before you lose your mind. Maybe go take a walk. I certainly took my time. 

Now that three months have passed, and we’ve calmed down some, I hope we can all admit that Ukraine’s Eurovision win was a political one, unattached from the merits of the song. There was a LOT of feelings in the air right after the win, and there was some severe lack of critical thinking skills going on. 

“I liked the song” “I want to feel like Ukraine is being supported” and “They won because of the political situation, and would not have otherwise” are not COMPETING or EXCLUSIVE thoughts. They can all sit on the plate together just fine. There is not a single thing wrong with any of those thoughts. 

They got something like 96% of the available televote, I think. Wacky numbers. We all know that was not sheerly out of a deep love of sopilka and hip hop. You are not stupid people. They could have sent Embers, and won. Even more shocking is the jury vote--juries traditionally HATE this stuff, and that was also more a show of political support than anything. In normal times, they would have eaten Stefania for breakfast. The fact that Eurovision fanblogs and forums have dozens of posts about how the results might have gone if there wasn’t a war on Ukraine, with statistical backing a different formulae--a whole category of discussion--shows this point pretty clearly. 

There are a couple questions that came up and retorts offered in the immediate after, and I think now, when we’ve all had a breather, is a better time to talk about them. 

Was the result FAIR? In the sense that I think absolutely no cheating went on, yes, it was fair. Now another meaning of fair is “Did it deserve it?” and that goes onto all the questions above--I don’t think that’s answerable, I think it’s too slippery. But going from a sheer “was there funny business?” no, it won fairly. 

I think for me the more compelling question is: Was it SATISFYING? I’ve tried to think about this as if it had been Shum, a song I fucking LOVE, and not Stefania, which in full fucking fairness, I DO hate. If it had been Shum, I would still be disappointed, because I know for the rest of Eurovision history, it would never be thought of as a song that won in its own right. Stefania will NEVER be able to come up without the contextual discussion of the war and how it won. And anyone who tries to assert that the song was “just that amazing” is going to sound sillier and sillier as we go down the line. It almost immediately started to get whupped on by Space Man and SloMo in the streaming stats. SloMo has more than twice the streams. And I HATED SloMo, this is not me trying to elevate Spain here. It’s just the accurate numbers reflecting people’s actual attitudes. 

But mostly I’m frustrated that it made Eurovision boring. The winner was chosen the second the news rolled out. 

It can be frustrating to see a song crush before the competition even starts, and I don’t think it was very fair the way anyone who was annoyed and frustrated by the domination was shouted down as some kinda pro-Russian bot. Obviously this is part and parcel of the internet problem of thinking of things as binaries but come on now. Use your heads for something other than a hatrack. Being frustrated that what is at least OSTENSIBLY a song competition became some classically social way of ‘showing Russia’ without actually having to DO anything for Ukraine, is not an anti-Ukraine stance. 

UKRAINE won, but Kalush Orchestra didn’t, you know? I think it’s okay to support Ukraine and find that deeply frustrating. Eurovision has always been political, of course--who knows how the fuck Greece decided to allocate points this year, I’m sure it kept them up at night--but it’s usually not so NAKEDLY so, and I, as a long time and fairly invested fan, found it unsatisfying to try and engage with a decided contest. 

But much worse than that was the denial that it was a decided contest. I much prefer someone say, “It was a known game, disconnected from the song, and I am fine with that.” Fantastic. I have no argument with that! How could I possibly? Fair enough. My only hope is that we can hold with two hands, “I am fine with Ukraine’s political win” and “people who were irritated by it are not necessarily pro-Russia.” 

Thank you, and goodnight. 

#I mean I fucking hate Russia for a MYRIAD of personal and political reasons #But that doesn't make Stefania the greatest song ever made by European hands #Doc isn't your family of Ukrainian descent? #YES AND NO #Yeah my great grandparents came over from Ukraine #but we're Jews and so weren't really considered Ukrainian by Ukraine #PALE OF SETTLEMENT JEWS FOR LIFE #You know initially I was disappointed that this years hosting is gonna be such a MASSIVE shitshow #but I'm leaning into the 'I just love mess' idea about it

[bemystargirl]

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁 — 02

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Vivian Perez, A hair dye fanatic , low rise jean lover and with dead lungs finds herself fucked up in Sean Diaz's drama. Now her , Sean and his little brother Daniel try to travel to Puerto Lobos.

warning; sexual references smoking violence swearing slight racism

Vivian groaned as they pass a road sign, they were closing in Mount Rainier, Washington. Sean was walking in front of Viv and Daniel

“No man. We can’t stop here. We gotta keep going. No pouting, okay? Come on!” Sean and Vivian turn around to look at Daniel.

“But…but…My feet really hurt. These shoes suck…And we’ve been walking for four days…” Daniel whined.

“What? Only two!” Sean scoffed holding up the number two he added, “Don’t even try that shit!”

Daniel complaining more, says “And my back hurts from sleeping under that stupid bridge…”

“Yeah, so does ours! We were there too. Just…Knock it off! Hate it when you act like this…This is how people camp in the woods. It’s not like being…being at home or…in your room. This is a…a real adventure! Right? So…Come on!” Sean grabs onto his arm, dragging in along.

"Sean.." Vivian's hand trailed to his wrist, Daniel pulled his arm away, still frowning.

“Where is dad?” Viv sighed looking at Sean as he gave her a concerned look.

“Daniel…Come on…We gotta go.” Sean ignored his questions

“Why isn’t dad with us, Sean? Doesn’t he want to go camping too?”

“Yes…but I told you that…He can’t. I told you…Okay?” Sean sighed.

“Okay…but I’m so sick of walking! I just wish I was back in my room…”

“I know, I know…Hey…At least we don’t have to go to school on Monday. Right?”

Daniel cheering up, says “Yeah…”

Sean tells him, Vivian just “Look! Everybody’s going to be…So stoked when they find out…how far you’ve walked!”

“Really? Really? I bet dad would be too! Do you think we’ve walked like, maybe a hundred miles?”

“Probably two hundred! Feels like it…” Sean kicked the dirt on the road

“Oooo…Awesome possum!” Daniel smiled, chuckling along with Vivian. “But next time…dad better get me a good pair of shoes! Like yours!”

“Dude, a Bigfoot doesn��t need good shoes.” Sean looked over his shoulder to talk to Daniel “I’d rather be a wolf! Owwoooo! We could be wolves.”

“Ew! No way, Im not a wolf.” Viv scrunched up her nose at the thought making him snigger.

“Yeah, you're right.. Your more of a cat.. A hot pink cat.” Sean looked over at her as she rolled her eyes, still smiling.

"I can work with that, meow." Viv winked at him before the three of them continue to walk.

Daniel notices a sign that reads Trout Spring Trail - Nisqually River.

"What’s that sign? Are we there yet?” Daniel asked pointing at the sign, making Viv smile a little.

“Dude. Stop! You know what, you’re not allowed to say that…Ever again!” Sean complains “You’ll be the first one to know when we get there, okay? We’re tired and hungry too!”

"I could really do with a milkshake." Viv groaned leaning against the sign Daniel was just pointing at, he agreed.

"Not you to, Viv." Sean sighed making her chuckle "This looks like the perfect place to camp out…I bet we’re not the first people to stay the night.” He added, Vivian twisted her head around the sign to look into the trail.

“It’s creepy! There’s nobody out here…We didn’t even see any cars!” Daniel grunted, Viv agreed with his older brother.

"Don't worry Dan, we'll protect you." Viv crossed her arms before he caught onto the car parked off the road.

 “Oooo! Look! Man, it’s so dirty…Hmmm…I see something…What is that?” Daniel squinted to look inside of the slightly ajar window.

"What's in there, Dan?" Viv asked, crouching down beside him to look into the window.

“Check it out! There’s a chunky Chock-O-Crisp bar! On the dashboard!” Daniel looked over at the two quickly before turning back to the car. “You know I love Chock-O-Crisp bars! I haven’t had one in a million years!”

“Yeah, Right.” Sean rolled his eyes planting a hand nearby Viv's as she scoffed.

“Try two days.” Vivian added, her smile growing at how happy he was.

“Come on! Can we please, please, please, get one when we next stop next? Please?” Daniel begged, Viv turned around to look up at Sean as he made a decision.

"Yeaaah, come on sean!" Viv teased, pouting her lips at the taller boy, not noticing the growing blush on his face.

“Let’s take this one. Nobody’s going to miss one single Chock-O-Crisp bar.” Sean shrugged, as Viv gave him a shocked look whereas Daniel smiled.

"Really?" He asked, and Viv agreed.

"Yeah, Really?" Vivian asked in disbelief.

“This is for a good cause!” Sean reaches his hand inside to grab the bar, “Almost…Got it!" He smiled with success, pulling out the chocolate for Daniel. “BOOM! Chock-O-Crisp is ours! Now we have dessert! Come on. Let’s beat it.” 

 “I hope nobody gets mad we took their Chock-O-Crisp…” Daniel added looking at the stolen chocolate in his hand.

"Don't sweat it ,dan, No one will know." Vivian rubbed the thick black hair on his head before slowing her footsteps to meet Sean.

"Not bad, Diaz, Didn't take you for a master thief." Vivian smirked nudging him with her elbow causing him to chuckle.

"I learned from the best." He winked causing her to scoff.

"That was once time! I just wanted a hello kitty plaster for my cut--" She stopped when Daniel started speaking

“I wonder what dad is doing right now…Do you think he’s worried about us?”

Vivian looked at Sean stepping away for him to take the reins on this.

“Worried? No. He knows how tough we are.” He tried to reassure him, Viv frowned at the floor.

“What is that? Graffiti?” Daniel changed the subject, noticing the trailblaze on the wall.

“Not exactly…It’s called a ‘Trail Blaze’ and people used to put them up to give directions…” Sean tells him

“Like GPS?” Daniel asked, Sean nodded.

Yeah, sure…Just slightly more ancient.”

 “Awesome! Let’s follow it!” He added, walking ahead of them once more.

"Dude, no offense but we suck at this." Vivian huffed trying to figure out which way to go, Daniel nodded in agreement, before Viv caught onto a restroom.

“Okay, dude. Do you have to use the bathroom?” Viv asked, Daniel cringes with disgust.

 “No! It smells real bad…”

Vivian laughed as Sean rolled his eyes. “No shit. Seriously? You better go now.” Vivian slaps his arm

"No swearing, asshole." Vivian scoffed as he furrowed his eyes in confusion and shook his head, leaving the subject all together.

I don’t have to go! Jeez! Can’t I just pee on a tree?” Daniel asked, Viv came to Sean's defense.

"If you want poison ivy up your bum." She shrugged going down the trail leaving the two wolf brothers.

“Hmmm…The river must be a bit further…” Sean said a bit behind Vivian as she readjusted her backpack.

“Let’s take a look around.” Sean said, Viv nodded going off to one of the benches whilst Sean looked at the notice board, Daniel went off to a berry bush.

“Hey Sean, Viv! I found berries! Can I taste one, please?” Dan asked looked over at Vivian who was perched on the blue bench table,

"One sec dude, got to make sure your not trying to kill yourself." Vivian bent down beside him examining the berries before she ate one. "Yeah, there good, be careful Dan." She once again shuffled his hair, walking over to Sean still by the notice board.

"You.. okay, Beanie?" Isabella joked putting her chin on his shoulder as he sighed.

"Just... Worried, And call me that again I'll rip your pink hair out and make it into a sweater." Vivian scoffed but chuckled letting her fingers play with the short hairs on the back of his nape, not feeling the shivers fall down his back.

"So grumpy, Beanie... And you don't know how to knit." She smiled moving away not before patting his arm.

“Picnic and Hiking Site…Well, I bet nobody comes out here to picnic anymore…Well, that’s good for us…” Sean mumbled, looking at the notice board intensely.

“No camping? Uh oh…” Daniel pointed to the sign, Viv scoffed.

"Pfft, what are they going to do? i'll fight them off, Mortal Kombat style." Vivian winked at the younger diaz, trying to ease his worries, judging by his laugh she guessed it worked.

"As if, you got your ass beat by yours truly in that game." Sean added looking over his shoulder.

"And I can beat your ass right now right here, spin Diaz." Isabella used her finger to twist his head back to the notice board a grin poking at her lips.

“Do not feed…or disturb the animals? What kind of animals? Like bears…or coyotes…or…” Sean's voice wanders off “More like…squirrels…rabbits…critters…Just…don’t bug them and they won’t bug us…They’re way more scared of us than we are of them.”

“Unless they’re angry…or hungry…” Daniel added.

"Or maybe if we are hungry, I heard rabbit tastes like chicken." Vivian smiled as they sat down at a bench, Daniel let out a yuck sound at the thought of it.

Vivian flipped the pages to her novel she was reading, occasionally looking over at the two boys trying to make a fire.

 “All right, enano. We’re cave people now. Time…to make fire.”

Vivian watched as they failed to make a fire, she rolled her eyes, shuffling over to the boys, she leaned down, using her lighter to light the flames she slowly and softly flew at the flames watching as they grew bigger and bigger.

"Woah.." Daniel watched them.

The sun set and it was starting to get dark. The stars filled the sky as the campfire continues to burn. Daniel and Sean we're eating the snacks, Vivian kept tossing and turning as she tried to sleep.

Letting out a groan as she sat back up.

"The blankets suck! I could get better sleep in the river.." She huffed, the bags under her eyes were getting deeper, it was obvious she was uncomfortable.

"Here." Sean pulled off his hoodie throwing it over to the little corner she was in, without any arguments she pulled it over her head and went back to trying to sleep, making him chuckle turning back to Daniel.

 “Do you think there are werewolves for real?”

“Dude, we are the wolves…Oowoooo…See?”

"What about Viv?" Daniel nodded over to the girl enveloped in Sean's blanket, he smiled.

"She's a cat remember? A hot pink cat."

“Oowooooo…” 

"Shut- up!" Vivian grumbled scrunching up a blanket to through at sean, he laughed launching it back at her before the three of them went to sleep.

[winterfireice]

Marelinh week 2022 prompt 1 soulmate

@xanadaus @gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss

Link to ao3

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My eyes linge on the sunflower tattoo on my wrist. The petals have a slight yellow tint like they've had for the last two days indicating that my soulmate is close by. I’m fighting the urge to take my highlighter and scribble it in like an empty coloring book. I look back down at my homework, the lines blurring together signifying that I have been at this for too long even though I only have half of the page filled out, and that's only the first of seven pages. I shake my head and close the textbook “Hey dad i'm going to go for a walk be back in a little bit.” I hear something muffled that I'm going to say is agreement and step outside pulling on a light jacket before hedging out to the woods behind our house, following the worn trail and passing the occasional old fairy house that I made as a kid. When I see the bright flowers around a fallen tree I know I reached my destination, its a little clearing not to far into the woods I use to come to as a kid when my mom was having a particularly bad day. I hear a branch crack and turn around seeing dark hair and taking a step back tripping a falling straight into a bed of flowers, “Oh my god are you ok?” a light voice comes from above me and I open my eyes seeing black and silver hair covering a girls face “Yeah, just think I fell onto a rock” I say and the girl puts out her hand helping me up “Thanks, I guess” I say now that she's not leaning over something with gravity against her I see she has a really pretty silvery eyes with very kissable lips. “You guess?” she asks with a hint of annoyance “Well I mean if you weren't here to surprise me I wouldnt of fallen and wouldn't need help getting up.” I state smiling “Oh well i'm sorry I didn't know I needed to announce my presence in the middle of the woods.” she chuckles “Well maybe you do who knows but better safe than sorry we don't want anyone falling on rocks, so what's your name?” I ask “Linh, yours?” “Marella” “I like that Mare,” I usually hated it when people gave me nicknames but she made it sound so nice and warm “hey is back ok it seemed like a pretty painful fall?” Linh reaches over to my side and I flinch away her hand retreats “Sorry I shouldnt of,” “No no it's fine you were just being sweet, um im good will probably have a small bruise but nothing a balm cant fix.” I laugh awkwardly wanting to get past the last few minutes. “Well at least you fell in some really pretty flowers I mean look at that pigment.” Linh kneels down to examine a flower closer and it's the first time I actually am paying attention to them but Linh's right. They are beautiful and that yellow color is gorgeous. It's just like the one on my tattoo but brighter. They're actually just like my tattoo not just the color but the shape a thin stem with wide petals I look down and gasp “What's wrong?” Linh asks “look at your arm.” I say my eyes still trained on my wrist “Oh my” I hear her breath I look over at her and she has the same thing, our tattoo aren't just outlines anymore there in full color with yellows and orange green on the leafs and even some brown at the bottom and behind it are streaks of blue and purple that look like someone took a paintbrush to my skin. “So maybe its good you caem here.” I say and look at my soulmate “Maybe” she laughs and all of a sudden I am too. We stay there just talking for another hour, I talk to her more than I think I talk to my best friends but there is something about her that makes me just want to open up and its not just because she was my soulmate there is just something intoxicating about her. I learn she has a twin brother and is adopted by a nice gay couple and she has an adopted brother her favorite falvors are lemon and cherry. I could talk to all night but as it starts to get dark we realize we should probably get going and extrange numbers before turning in opposite directions to head home. I found out she lives on the other side of the woods and were we met in almost exactly in the middle. I look behind me and see Linh doing the same thing we share a smile and I have a feeling that im not going

to be able to sleep much to night because of her and im perfectly ok with that.

#marellinh #marellinhweek2022 #winterfireice writes sometimes

[loveinkfanfics]

She left him wondering what was an exciting story to tell in her book. He bet she had all kinds of them since she worked with dead people and all. "Will do," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Nice to meet you, Angel. "Angela opened her mouth to correct him then decided against it. She didn't mind the way the nickname sounded coming from the handsome man's lips. "You too, Juice. You guys have my number if you need anything else, right? ""Maybe I'll take it down again,"

Omg yes! I love this! Thank you @juiceortiz!!! 🥰🥰 Taking it waaaay back to the first chapter of “Hands All Over”! :)

Writing wise, I was still finding my voice and still flip-flopping between POV mid-paragraph, which I sometimes miss doing but know it can get really confusing (as a reviewer pointed out). Also, personal life wise, I started this story in 2011 (it took me awhile to work up the nerve to publish it to Fanfiction.net in 2012) after my grandmother, who I was very close to, passed away. One if my favorite authors in another fandom (the Fast and the Furious) started posting a Sons of Anarchy fic, and I kept getting the notifications for updates. SOA Seasons 1-3 were streaming free and because I loved her writing (big shout out to xsparklesthemagicalunicornx and her SOA fic “Stylized Violence”), I decided to give it a chance so I could at least understand the characters in her fic. I fell in love. The sense of family (at least in the first season) and the love between the brothers was just what my aching heart needed to get through one of the hardest times in my life. I was obsessed. I binged the first three seasons and bought season 4 just to watch that too…and it brought me back to writing. I had several false starts with this fic with all sorts of situations (starting with Opie/OC, then I fell in love with Juice midway through season 1…it was that smile, damn it). I have PAGES of Juice/OCs that never made it past a few pages and sometimes I go back and read them and smile. It wasn’t until I met a badass mortician with braids in her hair, a great sense of humor, and a toughness about her at my internship at a local Coroner’s office that this idea hit me, and the rest, as they say, is history. Through this story, I’ve “met” some amazing people (readers, authors, etc), and I’m so grateful for it. 💕

 But, I digress, this part is Juice and Angela meeting for the very first time! Juice sees this attractive girl who’s also interesting and intrigues him a bit. There’s a mystery about her that kind of draws him in...

He wants to know what story she’s thinking about, wants to hear more about her. Other than Old Ladies, Croweater, and the occasional TM customer, I don’t see Juice as having much time to sit and talk to women. The club is all encompassing, and he’s all about the club. Theo Rossi has mentioned in interviews before that Juice wouldn’t have time to date, and I honestly, don’t think he’s all that far off. The club is everything to him. He doesn’t have a lot of free time.  I think Juice is also mildly impressed that Angela’s not fazed by the group of bikers (little does he know, she has her own connection to them in her cousin), and she’s not being overly flirtatious or coming onto them. She’s just going about her business like her boss told her to and brushing off the very weird thing that they’re doing like it is nothing…which to any normal person, digging up a body to use for something that’s definitely not legal would be cause for alarm. Him calling her “Angel” instead of by her full name is also a little test. Will she correct him? Will she let the nickname slide which kind of takes the next step in a sense of familiarity? She doesn’t correct him, which, despite his oblivious ways, is a subtle open door showing she’s interested in some sort of relationship. At least, she’s not shutting him down.  

And on Angela’s side, that’s most definitely why she lets the nickname slide. Here’s this sexy biker man who’s giving her this killer smile calling her by a sweet pet name? She’s not about to correct him. Same with the sly way she gave him her number. They’re feeling each other out. Angela was offering her number in the most covert way possible. She knows one of them has the funeral home number, of course they do, but she’s trying to see if Juice wants her number. If he’ll catch on to what she’s offering. And for once, Mr. Oblivious takes advantage of it and takes down her number for himself just so he has it. It’s a bit of a dance for the both of them. Also, Angela’s trying to make herself look a little more mysterious than she is with saying she’s seen “weirder shit” than them exhuming a body. That’s a lie (she tells him so about 40 chapters later in the story). She was playing it cool, trying to look nonchalant and enigmatic…and it worked. ;)

Plus, Angela’s been hurt by biker boys in the past (Esai), so she’s hesitant to go whole hog into it, and Juice hasn’t had a “normal/civilian” girl show interest in him in a long time (that he’s noticed. I’m sure there have been others, Angela’s just a bit more obvious). They both are intrigued by each other because they’re different (if that makes any sense). To Juice’s knowledge at this point, Angela is a non-club-affiliated girl with a stable but weird job that he’s intrigued by (probably from video games and comic books because I’m sure Juice has read his fair share of zombie shit and played all the Resident Evil games).  Being Happy’s cousin, Angela is used to a…tougher kind of biker. Sure, she has Kozik to be more light hearted, but she saw him through a dark patch of his life when he was struggling with addiction. Juice with his big goofy grin doesn’t quite exude the same commanding, somewhat intimidating presence as the SAMCRO boys she’s used to, which I think is what makes her more curious and attracted to him too. I mean, who wouldn’t be after being on receiving end of one of his smiles? ;)

Aaaaand I think that’s all I got! 🤣 Sorry for the rambling, but it was insanely fun to explore!!! I haven’t read the first chapter of this story in a LONG time. >.<

THANK YOU for the snippet!!  

#this has been one of my favorite things I've done in awhile #juice ortiz #loveink fanfics #Sons of anarchy #soa fanfiction

[writerofchub]

It's summer, clothes are strictly optional (Weight Gain)

And here's chapter number two of my fic. What can I say - Sasaki has been one of my favorites since the good old days of Stay Night. It's all about that long hair, I tell you. (Can't believe it took me until the Anniversary to get him to 70, but such is life, I suppose.) And Kotarou is simply too adorable to pass on.

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Kotarou was huffing. His round cheeks have taken a color like his hair, while his softened arms were flexing in vain, trying to show some definition. As if! At least they were still refusing to sag, unlike his doughy gut, which was currently dropping in the way of his top’s zipper.

“Please, Lord Ritsuka, you can stop.” He flipped his hat to cover his ashamed face. His gut flooded out, even bigger and creamier, undoing whatever zipper they had pulled together. “It is obvious I have gorged myself too much on the Embers.”

“You haven’t,” Ristuka replied immediately.

The blush crept onto Kotarou’s neck rolls. “Master, I thank you for trying to spare my feelings, but it is all too clear! I have eaten myself out of my usual outfit, and even Lord Vinci’s clothes do not fit over my…” His throat tightened more than the strained clothes until he had no choice but to say the word. “Over my fat. This can’t go on.”

Ritsuka’s pulse was beating hard, hitting him like a punch at the nose. “It can.”

“It can’t, Lord Ritsuka.” Kotarou hid his face behind his chubby fingers, but the redness was still poking through them. “I apologize for not being able to accept your generosity. But I will have to return to my training regimen immediately.”

The Master opened his mouth to protest, and he might have said something, but he immediately bit his tongue.

But Sasaki misunderstood the silence. “Eh, then I guess I’ll show you. Hey, Master!” He stroked his belly, and small ripples traveled through it. “Something’s itchy under my rolls, and I can’t reach out there.”

“I know you’re trying to help Kotarou, but maybe you should stop. I don’t think Master can handle more of you at this point.” Sasaki quipped from his corner of the room while cradling his own gut like a food baby bump. “And I’m sure he’s already got his mind in the gutter imagining you trying to work out - all sweaty and with that gut in the way. Then failing and gorging your face further.”

 

Kotarou closed his eyes, too embarrassed to see their Master’s face. “Lord Sasaki, thank you for the words, but…” The kindling had sparked a fire in his guts, and he did not know if he wanted to deny it. 

Ritsuka’s touch disappeared from Kotarou. He opened his eyes and blinked rapidly. It was like a ninjitsu art - Ritsuka had immediately jumped to Sasaki’s side, and he was lifting his hefty belly. 

“Can’t,” he said, while his fingers pushed up against Sasaki’s lard, “or don’t want?”

Sasaki sprawled on the wall. Yeah, being pampered pet wasn’t the noblest thing, but indulging felt nice to the bottom of his soles. And if the price was admitting his faults - ha, he was never one to hide them.

“What can I say, Master? The flower’s job is to grow beautifully, and your job is to take care of it.”

Ristuka rose on his fingertips, and his face was against Sasaki’s. Sasaki flashed a small grin. Adorable, simply adorable. At moments like this, he wondered who, in fact, was pulling the leash.

“Then show me how you’ve blossomed.” Ritsuka’s kisses massaged Sasaki’s pecs. They were still firm and round, not saggy at all. The fat might have given them size, but it had taken nothing of their shape. “Strip down.”

The lecherous order razed Sasaki’s skin. “Must I? It’s not like my clothes hide too much, Master.” True: his kimono was looking more like a sash that hardly covered one of his chubby pecs and held half of his belly belly like a thin griddle strap. They both knew he was wearing it only to show off.

“Strip,” Ritsuka repeated the order in his ear. His frisky hands moved deeper under the gut.

“Then you take your shirt off, too, Master. It is only fair.”

It took no more convincing: Ritsuka pulled his clothes over his head and threw them on the side. His small belly rolled over his belt when he let his arms down.

One pull undid Sasaki’s sash, and he discarded his top. His bulky gut jutted out, quickly eating into his waist with nothing to belt it back. 

Sasaki immediately pinched the small roll like his fingers were biting into it. “You’ve gotten chubby, Master. It’s adorable.”

Ristuka moaned like a dog, and his fingers went for the spot Sasaki was trying to reach. They sank into it, stabbing Sasaki with dull pleasure, and Ritsuka used that chance to pin him to the wall. “And you’ve become a lazy fatass. It’s hot.”

Sasaki glanced at Kotarou, giving the burning man a knowing, smug smirk.

Kotarou’s heart was fluttering in his chest. He had to avert his eyes; all his codes required it. But if he tried to look away, his neck would freeze. Were he to cover his eyes, his fingers would spread open. And his other hand was constantly massaging his gut, sinking in the soft chub and shaping his desires.

He obeyed his Lord’s wishes. If the wish was to grow with lard… He had accepted more wicked requests. This one was easy. 

#chubwriter writes #fgo #kink fic #sasaki kojiro #fuuma kotarou #weight gain #ritsuka fujimaru #my old love finally gets his fic #1/2 dailies

[thecircleisoverparty]

No wonder A.S. got lost in this place, I thought. Rooms within rooms within rooms.

Don't go there, you've gotten yourself out, with and without help. You have been fine. You will be fine.

The door to the next room opened. 

A dagger to my throat met me there. 

"Who are you?" The holder said. "Are you with The Circle? Have they employed you to come get me?"

What's wrong with her? "Well, the first answer is Kieran Smith. As for the other two, I know of The Circle but I would personally rather die than be employed by them."

She lowered the dagger. 

"Good." She half grunted. "For now."

So she doesn't trust me. It's fair. 

"Sit down," she said. "I don't know how many rooms you've been in but take a break."

"Probably the same amount as you, telling by how you're acting."

"Do you have experience?"

"I have enough. At least enough to notice some symptoms."

She stayed quiet after that. 

Maybe she’s processing all I’ve said. It's not like I didn’t just dump another problem onto her.

“Then why are you here?” she finally said. “Here in these rooms? What would drive you to stay?”

“I’m just here to revisit. Gather a few of my old friend’s notes that I haven’t yet, keep myself sharp. Besides, assuming we are both from the same period, I’m starting to find the outside bland. Everything’s predictable but challenging. ‘Tune the room to find the glyph, tune the glyph to find the door’, that’s what my friend wrote.”

“I think I’ve read that note. AS, was he?”

“Yes. As stubborn as he was, he was a good person.”

She stared at me. “You miss him.”

I nodded.

She smiled. “That makes two of us.”

“Who did the Null take from you?”

“My husband was employed by the Circle, and they fed him to it.”

“Hence the questions and the dagger?”

“Hence the questions.”

I stood up. The restlessness started to kick in. “How far did you get?”

“You’re that quick to move on?” She said, “Besides, I haven’t started.”

I wanted to roll my eyes. Why wouldn’t you start figuring out the puzzles?

Fortunately, muscle memory had helped.

"You really have been here before then,” she said.

“Would I really lie about this?”

“You might.”

“Then are you going to help me?”

We progressed through a number of rooms before I had enough control over my sample of Null.

“Are you doing well?” I asked her.

“As well as I will ever be.”

“Good, because I can get you out now.”

She stopped.

“You can do that?”

I nodded. “Just needed the strength to.”

I wrestled with the next door to get me to the cog room.

Always this hard to work with, aren't you.

She put one of my arms over her shoulders. “Come on. Don’t collapse on me now.”

“‘M not..”

“You’re about to.”

She leaned me against the central font.

“Thanks,” I groaned. “Now where do you want to go out there?”

She was busy looking over the edge at all of the machinery. “What is this place?”

“The cog room. From what I’ve seen, this is the heart of it all, what keeps the other rooms stable.”

“And it takes a lot of energy to get here?”

I shrugged and lifted myself up. “Depends on what the answer you want is. Passing through here doesn't take much energy at all. What takes a lot of energy is staying here.”

She continued to look over the edge.

“The offer still stands.” I said.

“What?” She said as she finally looked over at me.

“I can take you anywhere out of here. Just tell me where.”

“Waldegrave Manor. The outside of it.”

I nodded. “Only a few seconds..”

The null goop in the font shifted.

“Is that normal?” She said worriedly.

A door rattled into the doorway.

“It always is,” I said with a smile. I gestured toward the new door. “After you.”

She went to turn the handle but paused.

She looked at me. “Would you come with me?”

“I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“You won’t. I’d like your company.”

You’d need someone to reason with, Kieran.

I walked over. “I think I will. It would be better than here.”

She opened the door and we both got out. 

Waldegrave Manor looked the same as it was in the papers.

“Oh!” she said.

“What happened?”

She shook her head “No, I just miss this place.”

“Did you stay here for a time?”

“This was my childhood home.”

“Right. I may have heard about you. I suppose you're Abigail Lockwood?”

“Yes,” she smiled.

#the room game #don't have the energy to finish this #but its enough to post ig #kieran is protag if it wasnt clear #is it clear? #i cant tell #various texts