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Ember Glows the Heart

Pairing ~ Leon Dompteur x MC/reader

Word Count ~ 1.5k

Author's Note ~ I was able to write some Leon fluff for the lovely @myonlyjknight during the Ikepri Gift Exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen !! Thank you so much Jane, for your note about not stressing and having fun, and thank you for giving me such freedom with this fic! I hope it meets your expectations and you enjoy it, because I had an absolute blast writing it. 🥰

Warnings ~ None, unless you count open flames near roses; just some fluff! Albeit, some sensual fluff 👀

“Alright, let’s set ‘em down here!” Leon grunted happily as you both plopped your newly picked pumpkins down on the grass in front of the settee on the palace grounds. You settled in with your tools: two large serrated knives from the kitchen, two pencils, two large spoons for the seeds, and an entire ream of towels Leon snuck from a maid’s cart when they got home. However, dusk was swiftly approaching, and there was one thing you didn’t have. 

“Leon, how are we gonna see out here?” you asked, gesturing to the darkening sky. Leon’s smile lit up your heart as he looked down at you and winked. 

“I’ll go grab some candles from inside. Back soon!” and before you could open your mouth to answer, he had darted away, dashing back towards the castle. You let out the breath of air you had intended to use to respond and looked around, suddenly very aware of how alone you were… and how dark it was. An owl began to hoot in the trees above you, the wind got chillier, and your decision was made.

“Hey, Leon!” you called, turning on your heels to run after him. “Wait up!”  

You and Leon collected as many of the beautiful white taper candles as you could, along with several large candle holders, and brought them back to your spot with you. “Here we go!” Leon said, lighting the first candle. Once you were both bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of the warm flames, you turned your attention to the task at hand. “So, what design will you be carving, Leon?” you asked, reaching for the closest knife. But your breath caught in your throat when Leon’s hand covered yours, his warmth radiating into you, hotter than a flame could ever be, and you looked up to meet his eyes. He was smiling at you, mischief and adoration in his steady golden eyes, and your heart nearly stopped. Awash in the rouge of the dancing fire around you, his beauty was immeasurable. In that moment, you were certain that you had never seen a man more handsome in all your days, and all light, casual conversation vanished from your mind as he held your gaze.

“If I was a more talented man, I’d carve your face in this moment, with those lovely eyes staring up at me, but I don’t think I’d have a chance in hell of capturing beauty like that.” Now your heart did stop, and your lips parted ever so slightly as a hot flush crept up your face.  

The owl hooted above you seconds later and the trance was broken. Leon let go of your hand and went to grab his own tools, and you cleared your throat, unsure if you could even speak after what he had said. “I think I’m gonna go classic, triangle eyes and nose and a big smiley mouth.” Leon chuckled, his body rumbling beside you. You were too aware of him now, how the muscles in his arms and back rippled every time he moved, and how warm his body was, pressed up against yours on the grass. 

“I’ll - ahem - I’ll do a scary face, I think.” you croaked, moving to grab your tools and draw a design on your pumpkin. 

“Oh, are you trying to scare me away?” Leon teased, nudging you.

“No!” you answered, apparently too quickly, because Leon’s smile grew even wider, and he leaned close to you, his lips so close to your ear you could feel the wind as he spoke.

“Don’t worry, it takes a lot more than that to scare me off.” 

A breathy giggle escaped your lips, bubbling up from the butterflies taking flight in your stomach as his warm breath tickled your neck. The realization of just how ridiculous you must have sounded hit you and you cleared your throat forcefully. “Ahem. Good, yeah. Good. Cause I can be pretty scary sometimes.” you tried your hand at humor and grimaced inwardly; your awkwardness was not improving. 

“Oh yeah, I can totally see that.” Leon chuckled, moving back over to his side of the blanket and picking up his tools to begin cutting his pumpkin open. 

“Wait, what?” you looked at him suddenly, surprised at his answer. But his barely concealed smirk gave him away, and you shook your head. “Quit it, Leon.” you muttered quietly, picking up your own tools. 

You both fell into a comfortable working silence after awhile, the only sounds in the night air the crickets and the distinct sounds of cutting, scraping, and shaping. A pleasant warmth had settled in your chest, and you found yourself content, if not a little giddy, to be so close to Leon for so long. The task was menial by nature, void of much complication or meaning, but with Leon's leg pressed up against your own, his even breathing matching yours, you found yourself thinking about how special it felt. You smiled to yourself as you shaped up your jack-o-lantern's right eye, soaking in the unmistakable feeling of safety and happiness that came with the 4th Prince's presence. 

'Almost there,' you thought to yourself, carving away at the mouth of your creation, so close to the end product, when Leon's voice brought you out of your focus. "Hey, Emma." He called out to you and you turned your head to find a silly jack-o-lantern face staring back at you from where Leon's head should be, and you burst out laughing. 

"How do I look?" The silly face Leon tilted "its" head to look at you inquisitively and you tried to bite back the rest of your laughter. 

"You look positively dashing, Leon." You answered with a teasing voice and patted the jack-o-lantern on the top of the head. The 4th prince laughed heartily from inside the gourd, the sound warming you from head to toe. 

He gestured to your jack-o-lantern. "Are you finished with yours?" 

"Yep, just about!" You hurried to smooth out the rest of the edges and then plopped it over your head like Leon had his and turned to look at him through the cuts you made. It was his turn to burst out laughing this time.  

"Wow!" He exclaimed, his voice still full of laughter, but now sounding like a faraway echo, only reaching your ears through the openings you'd carved; a sort of fishbowl effect, almost, and you laughed. "You really did make a scary face!" He reached forward and traced the lines of your jack-o-lantern in admiration, and you couldn't be more grateful that your face was hidden by a giant orange gourd, because the flush that had risen to your cheeks had undoubtedly colored your skin a deep red hue. "This is really good." He murmured, his hand still exploring each cut you made as if he was memorizing them to use later, and you giggled softly, the sound barely reaching his ears. 

But it had reached them, you decided, because he retracted his hand only to pull his jack-o-lantern off of his head, showing you his stunning smile, before reaching over to you. You felt your own jack-o-lantern being pulled upwards until you were able to see all around you again. Leon placed it down beside his and turned them both to face you. "They make quite a pair, don't they?" He chuckled, adjusting his posture to sit closer to you. 

You laughed, nodding. "They certainly do." You replied, gazing at them mirthfully. 

"Just like some other people I know." Leon murmured, his voice so much closer than before that you nearly jumped out of your skin. 

Turning your head, you saw how close he was, but you were tired of being the only one who was affected, so you continued to turn your head until your nose brushed his. Sparks erupted through your face, all of your dancing nerves on end as his breath tickled your nose. "And who would that be?" You murmured quietly into the prince's mouth, his golden eyes keeping you delightfully trapped in their deep gaze. 

Leon leaned forward ever so slightly and you found yourself closing your eyes, anticipating what was to come, but to your surprise, his lips didn't meet your own, but rather your neck near the base of your ear, and he sucked there gently before pulling back to whisper softly in your ear. "I wonder." 

Your entire body was on fire when he pulled away to cast that heated gaze on your face again, and you both stared, enraptured by the other so intensely that the night around you faded in color. His fingers found yours by feel alone and threaded through them, pulling your hand closer to his body as your heartbeat thrummed through the pulse point in your wrist when his own wrist met it. "Leon," you muttered breathily, hardly audible above the roaring in your ears. 'He's really going to kiss me this time.' The thought hit you with the force of a freight train and the rest of the thoughts in your brain scattered as he moved towards you again. 

Whoosh

The wind raked across the rose garden and snuffed the candelabras out, plunging you both into sudden darkness, and it would have frightened you, had the strong arms of your prince not been wrapped firmly around you, and had his soft plush lips not been pressed against yours in a heated, claiming kiss that could drive any darkness away.

~

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[justpeachii]

𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒖𝒅𝒆

the joyful anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures

♡ pairing: m. atsumu x gn!reader

♡ genre: fluff

♡ warning: none (maybe grammar? idk i wrote this in one sitting bc i had inspo)

♡ w/c: ~700

a/n: this was for @omigogames​​ 1.5k celebration! i absolutely loved getting to write this. it has helped me lowkey get out of a writing block and just… very self indulgent because i suffer from head empty, only atsumu. plus it has been VERY cold here lately so i kinda put that into this lil fic. i hope you all enjoy! once again- congrats jane on 1.5k!! <3 im very proud of you and all you do

It was a chilly day, one where the wind bit through whatever you were wearing, no matter how many layers you had worn. The wind did not let up as you stepped outside of Onigiri Miya after having lunch with your boyfriend and his brother. You could have swore Atsumu was right behind you, but the minute you stepped outside, he was not near your side. 

Glancing back through the glass of the window, you see him at the front counter, leaning over to talk to his twin. With a smile, you turned back to the street, shoving both of your hands in your coat pockets, ducking further into your scarf to keep warm. With eyes closed, you let out a huff of hot air, only to hear the familiar jingle of the door opening; this prompted you to open your eyes and meet the gaze of the one and only Atsumu.

The smile on his face was bright as he bent down to press a kiss to your forehead. You smiled from beneath your scarf, giving a small giggle as you reached a hand out for his. He took it happily, lacing his fingers with yours before pulling them both into his coat pocket for extra warmth. 

“You ready to go home?” He bumped shoulders with you, causing you to giggle as you gave his hand a squeeze. Nodding, you walked in step with him as you walked with shoulders pressed together, fighting against the cold wind. 

While your mind drifted off to curling up on the couch with a warm cup of tea, snuggled up to Atsumu with a blanket around the both of your shoulders, his drifted off to the velvet box in the coat pocket that was unoccupied by your hands. 

That’s what had held him up with his brother- showing him the ring that he had intended to surprise you with soon. While it was not anything elaborate, it meant more than anything he could say. The years you two had spent together meant everything to him (along with volleyball). You supported him through all of his volleyball endeavors while he cheered you on through the rest of your college career. 

The time had been tough for the both of you: long nights, early mornings, the only time spent together was sleeping. It never seemed to end, but it did and you both grew individually and as a couple. Going through that and seeing each other at your lowest and highest points, both supporting each other, was honestly one of the best things to happen for the two of you. 

Atsumu had spent months debating if he was overthinking everything, but Osamu talked him out of his spiral, assuring him he was making the right decisions and he would know when. So, when he made the purchase of the ring, he hid it at Osamu’s, knowing he would easily let the news spill the minute he came home trying to hide it.

However, he wanted it with him now. He didn’t have any elaborate plan to propose; he knew you would much rather have something spontaneous and personal than planned out and grandiose. For all he knew, he could propose tonight in your living room or tomorrow morning as the soft light of the rising sun filtered in, only your whispers shared in the soft space between you two. 

Still, he would know when. All he had to do was trust his gut and look forward to the future that he had built with you in mind. While it made him anxious, it also excited him. There was so much uncharted territory that came with this next step, but he was ready. 

Little did he know you were too.

You would still never come to know of this secret until he inevitably got on one knee. Until then, the two of you would continue to find home in each other’s eyes, peace in smiles, and comfort in arms.

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[murdereddaydreams]

Petrichor

Content: Daichi Sawamura x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: angsty fluff, mention of possible death but no real death

A/N: wow i typed this up so quick but once I started typing, it just flowed. It's short and simple but I hope it hits hard and does @omigogames proud since it's for her 1.5k event which i am not surprised at all that she hit! She's amazing and please, go follow her if you stumble across this! Thanks!

Word Count: 641

How long had you been sitting on the porch waiting for your fiancé to come home? Frankly, who even knows at this point. All you know is that you had been sitting there, a blanket wrapped around your body as you watched the heavy rain slow until it was barely a trickle. Your brain had recently been plagued with the fear of losing the one you loved the most, the one you knew was the love of your life, Daichi Sawamura. What if one day he didn't return from a day at work? What if instead one of his coworkers came to you to inform you of a tragedy? No, you didn't want to think about the what ifs which is why you were currently sitting out in the cold. The rain had always soothed your thoughts, especially when you were able to breathe in the air that followed right afterwards. The scent that was like no other would ease your mind, even if it was for a few minutes. You were too lost staring out into the yard that you hadn't even realized when Daichi had walked up to you which was rather ironic since he was the one you had been waiting for.

"Babe? What are you doing? You're going to catch a cold!" There it was, the soft yet scolding tone you had grown to love when you would do something he deemed reckless. Finally taking your eyes off the wet grass, you turned your gaze onto him and gave a soft smile. Now, you thought you did a good job at hiding the emotions that had plagued your mind but in reality, that wasn't the case to his trained eyes. He knew exactly what it was that you were feeling at that moment which caused his own eyes to soften as he sat next to you, pulling your body close to his. "Honey, I've told you before, I'll always come back to you."

"How can you be so sure, Daichi? What if one day, God forbid, you just don't? What will I do then?" A hand gently resting on your stomach, you bit your lip softly. "What will we do?" At that statement, his hand moved to rest on top of your own.

"Stop this right now. I will be here for you and our son. I won't be able to forgive myself if I wasn't here for the two people that mean the most to me." Leaning forward, he placed a tender kiss to your forehead and allowed his lips to linger longer than needed. He was determined to always come home to you and when you told him you were expecting his child six months ago, it just gave him more reason to always come home at night. He had his family to protect and provide for, he had to and there was no way around it. He would give his life for you two but he never hoped it came down to that. He wanted to watch his baby boy grow, to the day he would finally be able to officially call you his wife, everything that he dreamed of the moment he met you. "Please, let's go inside. I don't want you getting sick, okay?"

"Okay but can we open one of the windows a little? I want to take in the scent before the rain comes back."

"Of course, now come on." With practiced ease, his arms scooped you up and began to carry you inside and once you were placed on the sofa, he did as promised and opened the window. Like the rain, he knew your worries would come again but for now they had been washed away. Right now, the only thing that mattered was holding close his expecting fiancé and reassuring her of his safe return every day.

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[idiot-juice-enthusiast]

Vorfreude

Vorfreude- the joyful anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures

A/N: So, uh, this is the first time I have written a piece of fanfiction in about 5 years? Idk don’t expect much, I just saw @omigogames ‘s 1.5k event and for some reason I just thought the idea of inviting others to write was so cute and unique that I had to join in. Happy (now) 1.6k! You deserve it!

words: 800+

pairing: akaashi x gn!reader

warnings: none! just fluff :)

The small alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed showed a dull, red 2:45 AM on it when Akaashi stirred awake. Groggily, he reached out to your side of the bed, rubbing his eyes in confusion when, instead of reaching your sleeping form, he was met with the flat surface of the cool sheets. He sighed when he realized you had yet to come to bed, remembering how you told him to sleep first, that you would just finish the chapter of the book that you were currently obsessed with.

He rose from the bed and softly made his way out of your shared room, heading towards the living room where he was sure you still were. As expected, you had not budged from your place on the couch; a soft light shining onto the pages of your novel and reflecting upon your face.

Akaashi couldn’t help but admire your features, eyebrows pulled together in concentration and leg bouncing up and down- a tell tale sign that a favorite character of yours was in danger, or perhaps, the plot was developing too rapidly in a way that you hadn’t expected. He loved seeing the way you became so immersed in the book, as you did for everything you held a passion for. It made him look forward to his future with you, yearning to grow and learn by your side. A smile made it’s way onto his face and he didn’t try to force it down, even as he huffed and leaned slightly against the wall. “Just one more chapter, huh?” He asked, breaking the silence.

His voice startled you, eyes wide as you looked up. Refusing to admit that you had been caught, you let your body go slack and laid back against the couch, letting your arm fall to the side with your thumb stuck between the book, keeping your place among the pages. You began faking a snore to pretend you were asleep. Akaashi padded over to you, and when he sat down next to you, you “woke up”, stretching your arms for good measure. “Keiji, it’s so late, wh-” you interrupted yourself with an exaggerated yawn, “what are you doing up?”

“Ha-ha, that’s funny coming from you.” He said. You gave up, sneaking a peek at the page number before dopping the book and leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck. You pulled him back so he lied atop you on the couch.

Relishing in his warmth, you snuggled into him, letting out a soft sigh before starting to explain: “I know, I know, it’s just that each chapter ended on a cliff hanger and what was I supposed to do? I couldn’t put it down! It’s not my fault; blame the author for writing such a good book.” you pouted.

“I know, my love, but you need to sleep. You can continue reading in the morning. I’ll even read to you after you wake up, if you’d like.” He said, the rumbles of his voice tickling the shoulder wherein his face was tucked.

“I would love that.” You murmured, eyes getting heavier by the second. You squeezed him tight before reaching your hand up to softly play with his black locks. His breathing got heavier and when you believed he was finally asleep, you slowly sneaked your hand back off the couch, desperate to know what happens next in the book.

Just as you were about to grasp the book, Akaashi’s voice, thick from sleepyness, mumbled a incredulous “Are you serious?” He sighed as he sat up, grabbing the book, placing it on the table, and turning off the small reading light. He then gathered you up in his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist before making his way back to the bed.

“But Keijiii, it was getting so good! Please just one more chapter!” You whined in his arms, looking longingly at the novel from over Akaashi’s shoulder. After you realized he wasn’t going to give, you brought your hand up to your lips before blowing a mournful kiss and waving solemnly at the book just as Akaashi turned into your room.

Akaashi moved the sheets before plopping down, both he and your sloth-like form hitting the soft pillow and forcing a small “oof” and a giggle from the two of you. You adjusted yourselves as he pulled the comforter up tucking you in tightly.

“Thank you.” You said before nuzzling into his chest, inhaling his scent before letting your eyes flutter shut.

You were already drifting off into sleep when you felt a kiss upon your forehead and a soft “I love you.” come from the man in your arms. You hoped he could hear your heart say it back, your voice nowhere to be found as you tiptoed the line between consciousness and dreaming. The last tight squeeze he gave you before you finally fully succumbed to sleep let you know he did.

#scattered feelings unsorted thoughts #jane’s 1.5k collection #happy 1.6k jane!!! #akaashi x reader #if you’re seeing this no you’re not #literally close your eyes I did not write a single thing #akaashi x gender neutral reader #also omg I wrote this instead of my french essay so now I gotta do that too #pain #vorfreude

[im-captain-egg]

Masterlist

Harry Potter

Bedroom Eyes (E, 1.4k, Wolfstar) ”You’ve been giving me bedroom eyes for the past half an hour now, Sirius,” he said. “Wanna show me what you were thinking about?” Remus asked hoarsely, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

Our Friends Are Idiots (E, 2.8k, Wolfstar) James and Peter think that their best friend is in trouble but Sirius thinks that they're idiots. All he wanted was some sexy time with his hot werewolf boyfriend.

i don’t want to be your friend, i want to kiss your lips (E, 3k, Wolfstar) Remus tried to find the right words. He had played this out in his head a thousand times, had imagined how it would be to finally admit his feelings, to tell Sirius. But now, all the words were gone, his thoughts filled with nothing but Sirius.

i’ll make the moon shine just for you (not rated, wip, Wolfstar)

Punny Little Thing Called Love (T, 1.2k, Wolfstar) Three times Sirius gives Remus a stupid nickname and one time he doesn't.

breaking through the atmosphere (E, 2.1k, Wolfstar) Sirius struggles with being locked-up in 12 Grimmauld Place but Remus is there to take care of him.

sit still, look pretty (E, 1.5k, Wolfstar) Remus is a tease but Sirius doesn’t mind.

tell me about last night (M, 1.9k, Wolfstar) In which Remus Lupin drinks too much and hooks up with Sirius Black, captain of the university’s Polo team and Remus’ long-time crush. Awkwardness ensues the next morning.

waves (E, 6.6k, Wolfstar) Hell breaks loose at 12 Grimmauld Place and an injured Sirius Black seeks refuge at the Potters.

A Purrfect Match (G, 1.6k, Wolfstar) When Remus walked into the shelter that day, he expected to leave with a new furry companion and not meet the love of his life.

bewitched you in the moonlight (T, 4k, Wolfstar) Sirius is absolutely smitten by an adorably awkward Remus dressed as a werewolf.

Lightning in a Bottle (M, 11.1k, Wolfstar) 29-year-old businessman Sirius Black finds himself falling in love with 23-year-old art student Remus Lupin, who turns Sirius' life upside down in a matter of seconds.

Red, White & Royal Annoyance (T, 3k, Wolfstar) A royal wedding, two rivals, a kiss in the garden.

The Big Birthday Cake Catastrophe (T, 1.5k, Wolfstar) Sirius and James attempt to bake a birthday cake for Remus when disaster strikes.

Of Sharks, Manatees, and Master Matchmakers (T, 2.1k, Wolfstar) Remus works at an aquarium where he meets Sirius, a guy with a PhD in marine biology who can talk to sharks and thinks that Remus' lanyard is funky.

Red, White & Royal Blue

Paris Nights / New York Mornings (E, 1.7k, Alex/Henry) Henry is stuck in a hot hotel room in Paris and Alex is more than happy to keep him company.

smoke and mirrors (E, 3.1k, Alex/Henry) Henry owns a blue suit that drives Alex crazy and Henry thinks that the baby blue tie just looks too good around Alex's wrists.

Honey and Lemons (G, 668, Alex/Henry) Henry has a cold. Alex is there to take care of him.

Champagne Bubbles (T, 788, Alex/Henry) When Alex comes home from work, Henry has a surprise date planned for them.

David and the Case of Finding Furever Home (G, 1k, Alex/Henry) It's another normal day at the shelter for Alex until Henry walks in.

Night at the Lake House (T, 599, Alex/Henry) Henry goes skinny dipping. Alex thinks his boyfriend is the most beautiful person in the world.

Shower Curtains (E, 2.5k, Alex/Henry) Taking a shower with Henry is never about getting clean. Never.

you take my breath and steal the things i know (E, 56.4k, Alex/Henry) Alex hates Henry and Henry hates Alex—at least that's what Alex likes to tell himself. It all changes though when Henry comes to the States to film a docu-series with Nora and June, and Alex involuntarily gets to know Henry better, finding his world completely turned on its head by the end of it.

baby, it’s cold outside (T, 2.4k, Alex/Henry) A collection of all my drabbles for the RWRB Winterfest 2020!

dogs that bark don’t bite (T, 415) Alex was a weird kid.

notes from David (G, wip) A compilation of David having thoughts.

I will adore you until eternity (E, 4.3k, Alex/Henry) Alex got Henry two sets of lingerie and Henry is eager to try them on.

completely and perfectly and incandescently happy (G, 254, Alex/Henry) “What endearments am I allowed then?” Henry asks with a smile, cupping Alexander’s face with his hand and brushing his thumb across the sun-kissed skin there.

Tidal Wave (E, 4.8k, Alex/Henry) Rivalling captains Alexander and Henry have been neck to neck for years but their relationship takes a different turn when Henry shows up unexpectedly on the Claremont.

your mouth is a hurricane (E, 3.7, Alex/Henry) Drummers hit it the hardest, they say.

like fireflies (E, 5.7k, Alex/Henry) Alex and Henry see each other again. Featuring dark storage rooms, leather gloves, and a weird fuzzy feeling that simply won't leave Alex alone whenever he's around Henry.

to be kissed by you (T, 1k, Alex/Henry) Alex and Henry meet for a quick rendezvous before attending an official event.

like cherries and wine (T, 640, June/Nora) June meets up with Pez for brunch where she, literally, runs into a cute waitress.

she is my all, she is the one, she is (T, 1k, June/Nora) Nora struggles to find a fitting Valentine's present for her girlfriend.

can i call you tonight? (E, 7.8k, Alex/Henry) Falling in love with someone who lives an ocean away is weird. Especially if you are staying at their house and they stay at yours. or Alex and Henry swap houses and fall in love in the process.

shouting curses at ursa major (T, 1.2k, Alex/Henry) Sometimes, forever doesn't last as long as you might want it to.

Shifting Gears (E, 1.7k, Alex/Henry) Henry and Alex plan on taking a short vacation in Wales when a punctured tire ruins their fun. Or does it?

you’re the beat playing in my heart (E, 6.6k, Alex/Henry) Things between Alex and Henry get weird after Pittsburgh but then Henry invites Alex to London.

what is grief, if not love persevering? (T, 423) As suggested by his therapist, Henry writes a letter to his dad.

rosemary & firewood (T, 1.1k, Alex/Henry) When they brew Amortentia for the first time, Alex discovers something new about himself.

i hope you don't mind that i put down in words how wonderful life is while you're in the world (T, 827, Alex/Henry) "What do you love the most about Henry?" - "Does everything count as an answer? Though even that wouldn't be enough." Some of the things Alex loves about Henry.

spell my name with her tongue, like (uh) (E, 2.5k, June/Nora) Stuck at a state dinner, Nora decides to have some fun with June under the table.

i’ll tell you what i like / my wildflower (E, 2.6k, Alex/Henry) Henry takes Alex on a ride on a motorbike which quickly leads to something more heated once they make it back to the garage.

oh, honey, pray to me between the sheets (E, 2.8k, Alex/Henry) Henry comes home after being away for three weeks and Alex is very eager to welcome him home properly.

if they only knew how you talk to me when it’s just us two (E, 5.3k, Alex/Henry) With Henry being gone for a week to take care of things back home, Alex is left in NYC on his own but when he feels needy, Henry is only a text message away.

when he calls me pretty (E, 2.7k, Alex/Henry) Alex is horny and Henry is happy to help out even if they are an ocean apart.

Cherry Bomb (E, 3.1k, June/Nora) June gets a new lingerie set. Nora is more than happy to admire it.

One Last Stop

sugar & spice (E, 1.5k, August/Jane) August can't sleep. Jane offers to help.

Voltron

Birthday Boy (E, 2k, Klance) It's Keith's birthday and the boys are a little drunk and horny and utterly in love.

Song of Achilles

he touched my soul, skin to bone (E, 2.3k, Achilles/Patroclus) It’s Achilles’ birthday and Patroclus brought some figs for them to share.

#masterlist #my tag

[the-magnus-archives-wiki]

Red string & Spiders

The Web is obviously gonna be important in season 5 and ive been meaning to dig into some of it’s threads (hah) for a while. Now, I know about Web!Martin and I admit that it’s a possibility, but i dont personally see the narrative taking that route. 

I don’t know that all these connections are intentional manipulations either, but I’m just gonna work under the assumption that they are and see where it gets me. Somewhere behind the scenes, Annabelle and the Mother are playing five dimensional chess and laughing at all of us.

This ended up being a bit long (1.5k words, whoops!) so it’s going under a cut.

123: Web Development. 

“You would have to write out, and post, in full, a horrible event that had happened to you, or someone that you loved.“ This sounds an awful lot like Annabelle is collecting statements, possibly scouting victims and potential vectors through which she can influence the Institute? She starts doing this in early 2015 and that brings me to

16: Arachnophobia & 39: Infestation

Carlos Vittery's name is found in the Chelicerae website. His experience happened in early 2015 and he made his statement in April. Investigating his statement is what brings Martin into contact with Jane Prentiss and sets into motion a chain of events that saves everyone during the Infestation. ie, he ends up living at the archives and stashes the extra fire extinguishers and the corkscrew.

Of course, Prentiss is also forced to start the wormpocalypse early after Jon accidentally discovers it when killing a spider.

147: Weaver & 80: The Librarian

It’s that damn lighter. From 147: “I realise that addiction is one of the strongest vectors of control there is.“ Leitner wouldn’t have been left alone if Jon hadn’t gone for a smoke, or just vaped instead. (Daisy helpfully mentions that he smokes Silk cut brand at one point -.-)

Of course, the lighter was delivered alongside the web table and destroying it is also what directly lead Jon to meeting Leitner in the first place. idk if the goal here would’ve been to actually get Leitner killed or if that was just a side-effect of pushing Jon further along his journey?¨

121: Far Away

The Web sends Oliver Banks to feed Jon a statement and encourage him to go full avatar. It’s just very kind and helpful, huh?

130: Meat

It helpfully points toward using a body part as an anchor when entering the coffin. This whole mess gets Jon marked by both the Flesh and the Buried.

Hill Top Road, pt 1

There’s A Lot Too Unpack Here

So they’re originally using this place to ensnare fresh adults and filling them with spiders. I think it is a place of power and essentially a production facility for the hollow type of spider person that Trevor encounters in 56. These might very well be the “spider husks” that got Daisy sectioned in the first place. 

Then there’s the whole mess with Agnes. I still don’t feel like I fully understand what went down there. Let’s look at these two quotes:

“she had destroyed the place utterly. And yet she remained bound to it, tied to it in some vital way.” (Eugene Vanderstock, 139)

“It let the Mother of Puppets bind me to Agnes, interweave our existences at some… metaphysical level, as it had with Fielding and the house.” (Gertrude, 145)

So we have ties that bind between Fielding/Hill Top, Agnes and Gertrude. The way Eugene talks about it, seems that being bound to Hill Top wouldn’t prevent her from realising her destiny, but being bound to Gertrude did. And while waiting for Gertrude to die, doubt crept into her and made her unfit for their grand ritual.

I still don’t understand why the uprooting of the tree at Hill Top is what spurred Agnes to finally end it though. It seems like that might’ve broken the bond between her and that place, which you’d think is a good thing? idk, maybe we’re not done with Agnes yet, or I’m just overthinking it.

Hill Top Road, pt 2

Season 5 babey!

“I can’t say much about exactly what happened within the walls of that house, but it seems the fight scarred the place in a way far deeper than simple fire. A scar in reality, that I believe has since been compounded by the interferences of other powers.” (Eugene, 139)

“There is something wrong with Hill Top Road. You know it as well as I do. Some strange scar on reality at the center of - whatever it is that the Spider is spinning.” (Helen, 146)

First, idk if it’s anything but this kinda reminds me of how Jon is marked by every fear. 

Second, episode 114. This is the episode I keep coming back to when thinking about Hill Top Road cause what the heck is up with this:

“I went to clean that house on April the 23rd 2009 which, according to all of you, is tomorrow. But it can’t be. That was two weeks ago. I’ve tried to talk to my friends about it. Those of my friends I can find, but they seem distant, like they don’t really know me. Everything is just... wrong. I can’t find my favourite coffee shop. And I don’t know who you people are.“

This whole episode reeks of alternate universe and I’m just ??? Additionally, the lady talks about the tree in the backyard, but it was uprooted in 2006, so even more AU vibes. Of course, it could be mental manipulation, someone altering her memories, but that seems like a weird red herring that Jon doesn’t even pursue. 

Alternatively, we’ve seen NotThem rewrite reality around a person and at this time the NotThem was bound to the Web table. I don’t think that’s anything, particularly given that the table was destroyed, but it’s a thought. (And NotSasha was very recently released back into the world so, hmm)

Ultimately I feel like the lady in 114 may have been a kind of experiment? A trial run to see exactly how they could harness this scar in reality, or to see if they needed to exacerbate it further? Whatever it is, I’m certain it’s gonna be Important™ in season 5.

81: A Guest for Mr. Spider

I don’t think baby-Jon was necessarily targeted beyond being a convenient victim. Him walking away from Mr Spider alive though, that may have made him interesting. I wonder if the Web being the first to mark him carries special significance and that’s maybe why it’s been assisting him? Its highly speculative but the Web did also mark Gertrude and it sounds like it may have been her first mark too. (Assuming the cat thing to be a joke)

Maybe it’s trying to use this to hijack Elias’ ritual somehow? Or to do a second ritual? Or the order of the marks has no significance and all it wanted Jon for was the Mass Ritual?

110: Creature Feature & 136: The Puppeteer

I feel like I know the least about these two. I don’t know to what extent they’re really connected but Neil Lagorio and the film angle seems like a big thing, and Annabelle’s presence makes me think it’s part of something bigger.

So Lagorio is supposed to be creating a spider animatronic but is actually housebound (you could even say homestuck). Annabelle shows up at his place and spends 5 months doing something before he dies. As news of his death break, a big spider monster kidnaps ~100 actors. It doesn’t feel like a big leap to say that he probably created (or was used to create) some sort of spider in the end.

idk what the end goal here is though, why did Annabelle send Lagorio’s original cuts to the Institute? Why is one body a year washing up on a beach? Are they just using them to lay eggs in, or as food? Just killing people isn’t very spider-y but I guess everyone needs to eat?

This whole thing is giving me ritual vibes but I don’t think that’s it? At least not your standard ritual.

Elias & 160

I feel like the Web has definitely helped us get to 160 but I don’t think Elias is directly working with it. They just seem to share the completion of the Mass Ritual as a goal. (Or maybe they are working together and Elias is getting played somehow, that’d be nice.)

Annabelle straight up says “Maybe I’ve occasionally been nudging something here and there to keep you safe, to keep everything on track” and she directly calls out his compulsion to read statements, which Elias’ ultimately uses to set it off. I feel like, if she wanted to stop it, she would’ve just found some way to kill Jon.

I don’t know if the final goal was just to piggyback on Elias’ ritual though, that feels a bit too simple, especially since Hill Top Road hasn’t been resolved. There’s probably some further, sinister plot at play that just needed the fearpocalpyse to be a thing. I don’t know what it is, but it’s gonna involve a big spider and Hill Top Road.

#the magnus archives #magnuspod #tma spoilers #tma meta #oof that got a bit rambly huh #i dont think ive missed anything big ?? #although #I didn't even bring up Dekker #i dont really have anything solid on him #im just not convinced he's dead #and he was able to use the web table #of course you dont need to be aligned to an entity to use their artifacts but hmmmmm #and he was helping the previous archivist much like annabelle has sneakily helped jon at times #but idk #its not exactly solid #.txt

[scarletfern]

Is Roman really dead? - a theory

I know what you’re thinking, but just bear with me. I can back this up.

Less than five minutes after 3x22 ended, I was so deep in denial that I had actually started making a list of ways that Roman could still be alive. I even wrote a one-shot back in 2018 based off the first idea on that list. (#1 - Jane hallucinates Roman’s death.)

But that first idea required a slight deviation from canon - Jane losing consciousness.

In fact, every idea on that list required a slight (or not so slight) deviation from canon.

All except for one.

This one theory accounts for everything.

The strange phone call. A way that Roman could have survived the gunshot wound and not bled out. Jane really and truly believing him dead. Everything.

And it fits seamlessly into canon.

But first, let's talk about season 3.

Season 3 was the season of faked deaths.

Jane. Avery. Borden. Dr. Roga.

And three of those faked deaths have a common denominator.

Roman.

In 3x01, Roman supplied Jane with a syringe containing a chemical called succinylcholine, the antidote, and instructions on how she and Kurt should use it to fake her death, collect the bounty, and remove the hit.

They explained that succinylcholine would reduce her heartbeat to an undetectable crawl and that she would need the antidote within 90 minutes.

When Kurt came clean about Berlin, (during the “you should have stayed” conversation) I’m pretty sure he told Jane that Avery didn’t have a pulse. (I’m not quite there in my rewatch, but I’m like… 97% sure.)

((Also, this is Kurt Weller. If she’d had a pulse, he would have saved her or died trying.))

But… Avery wasn’t really dead. So how did she get rid of her pulse?

Succinylcholine.

And who masterminded the entire Berlin/Avery-fakes-her-death thing?

Roman.

Now, we didn’t know about Dr. Roga until season 4, but timeline wise, her death was faked either early season 3 or pre-season 3. I don’t remember the details, but Roman did help her fake her death.

He helped all three of them fake their deaths.

And then he faked his own.

But how did he do it?

You’ve probably already guessed that I’m going to say succinylcholine.

(And you’re right.)

But hang on. Roman was bleeding to death, right?

Right.

Wouldn’t injecting himself with a drug that would significantly reduce his heartbeat, to an undetectable crawl, when he’s already bleeding out, just kill him faster?

Not necessarily.

See, here’s the thing about the human body. The beating of the heart is what circulates blood throughout the body. If you’re in pain or panicking, your heart beats faster, which increases blood flow. This can actually make you bleed more if you’re injured.

And gunshot wounds bleed. A lot.

But corpses? They don’t bleed.

If you stab a dead body, you may see some blood, but the wound you made will not actively bleed in the way that it would if the person were still alive.

Why?

There’s no heartbeat, so there’s no blood flow.

(When I was like 8, I was really, really into forensic science/pathology. Don’t worry, I haven’t been going around stabbing corpses to test my Blindspot theories.) ((Just thought I should clarify because all that sounded super shady.))

If Roman injected himself with succinylcholine, it would have reduced his heart rate so significantly that the gunshot wound would have stopped bleeding - or at least been seriously reduced. Theoretically, this would have bought him enough time to get the antidote and medical attention without bleeding out.

But we aren’t quite done yet. How did Roman know to have a syringe of succinylcholine with him in South Africa? And how did he get the antidote?

Remember that USB drive with the cache of medical intel on ZIP that Roman gave to Jane just before he died?

He took that USB to South Africa with the intention of giving it to Jane, but when the FBI rolled up at the orphanage, Roman took off. That must mean that he planned to meet up with her again later.

But he couldn’t have just given her that USB drive without getting himself killed or arrested.

Roman was always 5 steps ahead of everyone else. There’s no way he went to the final showdown in South Africa, knowing that it was the final showdown (“one last game, sis?”) without an escape plan.

Now, here’s the theory.

The USB drive wasn’t the only thing he brought to South Africa. He also brought a syringe. A syringe full of succinylcholine.

His original plan was to somehow fake his death in front of Jane with that succinylcholine, that same drug that he used to help both Jane and Avery fake their deaths earlier in the season, and present her with the cache of ZIP intel on his presumed deathbed. He had every detail planned, every single thing accounted for.

Except for the one thing that he never could have guessed would happen.

The team up of Blake Crawford and Tasha Zapata.

After Blake shot him, he must have realized that he didn’t have long. And, of course, he knew that Jane was looking for him.

The phone call he made was a signal. Remember, he still needed that antidote. He had to have had an accomplice.

Who the accomplice was is up to interpretation.

It could have been Dr. Roga, since she must have been in on the entire thing.

It could have been the third kid from the flashbacks.

Back when the Roman-has-a-twin theory was going around, I was particularly fond of the idea of his identical twin sneaking up to his body in the morgue and injecting him with the antidote. (There’s something about that image that I really love for some reason.)

I have one half-written fic where the accomplice is Mayfair, but I won’t get into that right now.

And, of course, he could have just paid someone off to slip him the antidote.

Or, since this is fiction (we can suspend our disbelief a little bit, right?), Dr. Roga could have modified the drug so that Roman wouldn’t even need an antidote. She was, afterall, the scientist that invented ZIP. (And the lab Roman set up for her was Patterson approved.)

Anyway, he had the syringe of succinylcholine concealed in his pocket. He waited for Jane and, after giving her the USB containing the information that would save her life, he secretly injected himself.

We don’t know what happened in South Africa after Roman “died” in Jane’s arms because the show jumps straight back to the team being in New York. So where/how Roman got the antidote is also up to interpretation.

But basically, we have 3 possibilities.

Ambulance, hospital, or morgue.

We also don’t know what happened to Roman’s body. Or, at least, what Jane and the rest of the team think happened to his body. Y’know, since this whole post is about me convincing you that there isn’t a body.

But, again, it’s up to interpretation and we have several viable options.

Personally, I love the idea of Jane making arrangements for him to be buried in South Africa. It seems like that’s what he would want.

Other options?

Misplaced body.

Accidental cremation.

Or just cremation in general. They would never know the difference unless they ran tests, and why would they run tests? He died in Jane’s arms, right?

Okay, one last thing.

This is probably where I’m really wrong… but I can’t not throw it out there after typing all of… that.

The 5x01 episode synopsis mentions that Jane “gets a strange message from an unknown ally.”

Most likely, that ally is Afreen, Keaton, Weitz, or even Briana. (The sneak peek we got yesterday makes me almost certain that it’s Afreen.)

But in that season 5 speculation fic I started writing (and never finished :p), an unknown person called the team and let them know about the drone strike right before it happened. I never wrote enough of that fic to get to the reveal, but I always planned for that unknown person to be Roman. (I might finish it sometime… I mean, I definitely wasn’t going to kill any of them and after this, we’re gonna need all the fix-it fic we can get.)

I doubt that speculation was right, but I have the tiniest sliver of hope. *applies clown makeup*

But either way, we will find out tonight (yay!) and *cough* RomanTotallyFakedHisDeath *cough*

(Also, this is like 1.5k words, my writer’s block must be gone. :D)

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[gigglyirwin]

Coffee and Christmas Gifts

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: fluff, some swearing probably,

Prompt: Christmas With Luke

Summary: You spend the night at Luke’s house for the first time ever, and wake up to a Christmas celebration, complete with coffee, movies, and a way too expensive gift.

This is day 22 of 25 Days of Christmas. Check out the masterlist HERE!

You took a deep breath, knocking on the red door that separated you from Luke. You fixed your bag over your shoulder, looking down at your feet nervously. You had never spent the night at his house, let alone spent the night with him in general. Sure he’d stay over at your place until the wee hours of the morning, or you’d accidentally fall asleep on his couch during a movie night, but you never stayed the entire time. It was nerve-wracking, wondering how this night was going to go, but it was Christmas Eve, and Luke wasn’t able to go home to see his family this year and you had agreed to spend Christmas together since your family wasn’t going to be around either.

Your relationship began slow. Both you and Luke had just gotten out of relationships when you met. Luke was the more cautious of you two, though. It took 9 months of friendship before he asked you out, and three weeks worth of dates before he kissed you. Then it took a month and a half after that before you ended up naked in his bed.

Luke greeted you with a kiss when he opened the door. “Happy Christmas Eve,” he chuckled, pulling you into a hug once you had gotten inside. You buried your head against his chest, closing your eyes and reveling in the sound of his steady heartbeat.

He settled your nerves as he held you. You weren’t sure why sleeping over at his house was that scary of an idea to you, it just seemed like this huge jump in your relationship, like the next step of commitment. You didn’t want to feel like you were rushing into things or getting too close too fast. You wondered if Luke shared the same worries. You wanted to allow yourself to fall in love with him, but you were afraid of getting hurt. (And you knew for certain that Luke was too.)

“I bought pizza for dinner, I hope that’s okay,” Luke said, slipping his hand into yours as he led you through the hallway. “You can put your bag in my room if you want.” Luke followed you up the stairs and you threw your bag at the end of his bed, flipping off the light switch and heading back to the living room.

You settled on some movies to watch, eating pizza and sharing kisses between bites. You were comfortably full, arms wrapped around Luke as he kept his head on your shoulder, your focus mostly on Elf as it played.

You could tell Luke was growing bored towards the end of the movie, and his focus had shifted to your neck where he was leaving tiny love bites that would disappear by morning. His hand gripped your thigh and you were gone, shifting to meet his gaze.

“Want to?” he asked, nodding at the staircase.

“Mmh hmm,” you answered, letting him drag you back up the stairs once more, this time in much more of a hurry.

--

You woke up to Lukes face nuzzled into the back of your neck. His nose was pressed right against it and you could feel the hot puff of his breath every time he exhaled. It was clear he was still asleep. You moved a quarter of an inch forward when you realized his arm was slung tightly around your middle, keeping you against his bare chest.

You closed your eyes tightly, slowly easing his arm off of you so you could get up. You quietly crept to his bathroom, breathing a sigh of relief when you had successfully made it in there without waking him, or so you thought.

When you came out of his bathroom after doing your business and fixing your hair, Luke was no longer in bed. You collected the t-shirt he had worn yesterday off his bed, throwing it on and making your way down the stairs, to find Luke setting out a few presents under his tree.

He turned around, letting out a low whistle. “Holy shit I could get used to this sight,” he commented, voice deep and laced with sleep. He set down the last present that was in his arms before making his way over to you and throwing his arms around your waist once again.

“Did I wake you?” You asked, brushing a few of his curls out of his face.

“Yes. But it’s okay. It’s almost 10; we slept in really late.” Luke bent down and nuzzled his face against your neck, leaving gentle kisses along the skin there. He smirked as he came across the purple mark he left last night, pressing his lips over the bruise and making you squirm.

“Quit it,” you said, pushing at his chest. He lifted his head up, only to kiss your lips.

Luke pulled away first, hands bunched in the back of your—his t-shirt as he spoke. “You hungry? I can make breakfast for us.”

“Starving. I’ll meet you in the kitchen in just a minute.”

“Okay,” Luke hummed and kissed your cheek before letting you go.

You headed back up the stairs, unzipping your duffle bag that you hadn’t even touched since you put it down in his room. You pulled out the gifts you had gotten for Luke, stacking them in a neat little pile. You looked to your clothes at the bottom of your bag and then down at Luke’s shirt you had stolen and decided against getting dressed, only pulling on a pair of panties and pulling on a bra before jogging back downstairs with his gifts in your hands. You set them under the tree neatly then met Luke in the kitchen.

You moved into the living room after breakfast, sitting with your backs against the couch, sipping coffee and simply enjoying each others company. You curled into Luke’s chest when he threw his arm around you, admiring the Christmas tree with the sounds of A Christmas Story playing in the background.

After kissing your temple, Luke set his coffee cup down and leaned forward to grab the presents. He put yours in your pile and his in his own. You were panicked because you had a lot more gifts than Luke did, but Luke insisted the only reason was because his family had sent some over for you. Your parents had gotten Luke a gift too, but as you read the tags on your gifts, you realized Luke’s mom had sent you quite a bit. “I told her not to, but she insisted,” he claimed, hands raised in defense. You shook your head, folding your legs and tearing into the first present in your pile.

When Luke had finished opening his gifts, he settled on just watching you open yours. You only had two more, both from Luke and they were small. You still felt bad, seeing as he didn’t get nearly as many as you did. “It’s not about quantity it’s about quality, babe,” he reminded, to which you rolled your eyes.

You tore open your last gift and popped the top off the box it had come in. You stared wide-eyed at the gold bracelet inside. The bracelet had three small diamonds in a row in the middle and you just knew by looking at it it had to have cost him a fortune.

“Luke,” you began before he cut you off.

“I know. I know we said no big gifts, but it just screamed you and I couldn’t not get it.”

You were silent as you watched the diamonds sparkle in the light, turning the box so they’d catch the lights of the Christmas tree.

“Do you like it?” Luke asked hesitantly, causing you to look up and meet his eyes.

“Yes, Luke. It’s beautiful, I love it.” He breathed out a sigh of relief, only to hold his breath again when you continued talking. “But it had to have been a pretty penny.”

Luke shrugged. “You deserve it.”

You sighed. You weren’t winning this. So instead, you took the bracelet out and had Luke help you put it on. His smile lit up the whole room when you accepted the gift. “I’ll just have to make it up to you,” you commented, eyes trained again on the bracelet now around your wrist.

“Are you kidding me? You already have. Y/N, I don’t care about how much something costs, I care that you’re here with me and we get to celebrate Christmas together and that I got to wake up this morning to you walking down the stairs in just my t-shirt, that’s what I really care about. Those things are better than anything money could buy.” You cracked your own smile at his words, letting the weight fall off your shoulders and no longer worrying as much about the money he spent on the bracelet. “And you’re dating a rock star, you’re just going to have to get used to the fact that I’m going to spend money on you.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh before pulling him into a long kiss. “Merry Christmas, Luke.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

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[bisexualdaemon]

Honeymoon

a/n: In which Shawn and Reader are on their honeymoon. 

I wrote this in celebration of 500 followers! I can’t believe it! I LOVE YOU GUYS! The inspiration for this fic came from this post reblogged by the lovely @brittanyzelazno ❤️

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warnings: 1.5k of soft, slow, intense, vanilla smut 

The warm ocean air blew into the bedroom from the balcony. It kissed your naked skin, still drying fresh from the shower. You were laying on the enormous, king-size bed with your hair wrapped in a towel reading a beaten copy of Jane Eyre, totally consumed in the sweeping gothic romance. You must have read the novel fifty times, but it never ceased to take your breath away. Jane had just abandoned Rochester when you felt the bed dip behind you.

You smiled coyly at your book, not giving any hint that you felt his gaze. He laid his large hand on your back and drew soft circles with his calloused fingertips. Your skin broke out immediately in goosebumps as you shivered beneath him. He leaned down, bringing his lips to your skin, kissing you between your shoulder blades.

You rolled your eyes and tossed the book aside, giving up all pretense of trying to focus on the words rather than his mouth. He smiled against your skin, continuing to draw designs on your back. The nerves crackled with energy, hoping, praying they would be next.

“Shawn,” you breathed, “what are you doing?” You turned your head to find his eyes and found them hungry, ready to devour you. He was already undressed, having left his wetsuit on the balcony to dry.

“I’m admiring my fucking beautiful wife,” he said, matter-of-factly, returning to his exploration of your skin. He had just come in from enjoying the early surf while you slept in. In the few days that you’d been in this paradise, his face and torso had tanned, making him look more Portuguese than ever. His thick, chocolate curls were rapidly drying into soft ringlets, some of them falling into his face. In the soft light of the morning, he looked like a Pre-Raphaelite painting. He was breathtaking.

This honeymoon often felt like a dream. There were no photographers, no screaming crowds, no team to tell you what to do or what to wear. It was just the two of you, like a normal couple. It gave you time to figure each other out as a married couple away from all of that exterior pressure. Four days ago, when you said “I do,” you couldn’t be sure how all of the fame and the tours and the recording schedule would affect your relationship, but here, at the end of the world it seemed, you had time to learn each other—the people you were together without all the noise.

You had discovered that you loved him even more fiercely than you thought possible. His soft snores that tickled your ear in the morning, pressed against his chest. His fidgeting when he didn’t have a guitar in his hand, errantly picking at the air in front of him when he had an idea. His rosy cheeks that bloomed every time you whispered his name. It was the quiet moments between you like this that assured you that as long as you had each other, none of the rest of it mattered.

“Baby, turn over for me,” he said, as he reached up to free your wet hair. It fell in damp waves around your shoulders and fanned out across the comforter when you followed his instructions. He raked his eyes down your naked figure and let out a soft curse.

“Shawn, touch me,” you pleaded, reaching out and tracing the swallow tattooed on his hand with your fingers. He placed a tentative hand on your lower abdomen and dragged a single finger upward toward the valley between your breasts.

“Like this?” he teased, bringing his finger up to his mouth and wetting the tip of it. He traced the outline of one nipple and then the other, leaving rings of moisture around both. Lowering his head, almost resting his chin on your chest, he softly blew cold air across your breasts. Your back arched up and off the bed as you felt your nipples harden into sensitive diamonds, begging for contact, causing you to moan low and deep.

His mouth was on you in an instant, draping himself over you and straddling your thigh. Sucking your hardened peak between his lips, he swirled his tongue and lapped at your breast, kneading the other in his massive hand, before switching. Your fingers knitted themselves deep in his curls, holding him to your chest. You could feel his hips grind against your leg, his hard cock involuntarily in search of delicious friction. He was totally lost in your pleasure and all of the sensation was starting to overwhelm you.

“Shawn! Babe, stop!” you keened. He stopped immediately, pulling his face from your chest and seeking out your eyes in alarm, “Are you okay? Was I hurting you?”

“No, no, I’m fine, I just,” you blushed scarlet, “I need you inside me. I love your mouth on me, but I don’t want to come without feeling all of you.”

“You want to feel all of me, honey?” You nodded your head vigorously as he maneuvered the two of you, turning you to your side as he crawled behind you. His rigid cock rested against your back as he pulled you backward against his hard, defined chest. He ran his hand down your side, over your hip, and grabbed your thigh, opening your dripping heat to him and resting your leg atop his.

Surprising you, he reached around and dipped his fingers between your lower lips, collecting your wetness, causing you to cry out. He used his slick fingers to coat his cock with your essence, an action so erotic that your eyes rolled back into your head. You bit your lower lip to keep from letting out a choked sob.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked. You breathed your assent as he pumped himself a few times before finally moving toward your center. Lining himself up, he slowly pushed inside you, inch by inch, until he bottomed out with a deep exhale, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades.

“Fuck, Shawn,” you whispered, the phrase sounding more like a prayer than a curse. He stilled inside and you reached back to grab his hip, keeping him deep. You savored the sensation, feeling closer to him at this angle than you did face-to-face. He was pressing against that spot and you had to take labored breaths to keep from coming right then.

After what seemed like decades, he inched out of you in a measured pace before gradually returning, brushing against your most sensitive place every time as he kept a deliberate tempo. It had you seeing stars with every return. He held your hips in a bruising grip, giving him leverage for his controlled thrusts. Eventually, you began seeking more, jutting your hips back and hearing your skin softly slap against his. Both of you were sweating, his hair dripping with the evidence of his labor. He batted on to your shoulder and began to suck a mark there, claiming you as his—as his wife—forever. You reached back and ran your fingers through his wet curls, grabbing a handful of them as you pushed back with your hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

The mounting intensity was beginning to make your legs shake. No longer possessing the strength to keep them open, Shawn threaded his hand around your inner thigh and made room for his movements. His thrusts were beginning to falter.

“Babe, fuck...are you...almost...there?” he asked unevenly. “Oh, God! It’s so intense,” you shouted in response, barely able to nod. He hooked your thigh onto his knee and held you open for him, allowing him to reach around and brush your clit with his rough fingertips. Just a couple of circles around your bundle of nerves had you screaming out.

“Shawn, I’m...oh, fuck…please….come with me,” you begged, needing him to hold your hand over the cliff—unable to fall alone.

The force of your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. He continued to pump in and out of you slowly, still pulsing against your g-spot and feeling you contract around him, until he roared his own climax, spilling into you. He fucked you erratically through both your orgasms, your body taking in every bit of his come.

He held you in his arms, your body still trembling, as he gently slipped out of you. You whimpered from the loss as he placed a single, wet kiss on the mark he’d left on your shoulder. You hissed at the sensation, turning your body to face his. Grabbing him by the nape of the neck, you found the strength to pull his head to yours, sealing the perfect morning with a quick but blistering kiss. He rested his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath.

“Mr. Mendes,” you said, in a fake reporter voice, beaming up at him, “how does it feel to be married?”

“Well, Mrs. Mendes,” he replied, the humor evident in his voice, “it’s only been four days and I’m completely exhausted,” his face breaking open into the brightest, widest grin you’d ever seen, “but I wouldn’t give it up for the world.”

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes smut #smut writing #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn peter raul mendes #my writing

[hoekins]

HAWKINS 17

i’m sorry this took long. i had to write and rewrite this three times lol

pairing: mike wheeler x oc (steve’s sister)

warning: none in particular

request | prompts | masterlist

1.5k words

UNSUSPECTING

Stacy absolutely dreaded the conversation about Steve’s departure for college. It’s not even been six months since she returned to Hawkins, and now it’s someone else in the household’s turn to leave. Granted, Steve’s uni is just a few hours of drive up north but with Stacy’s last year in high school creeping up just at the back of her head, she can already tell communication wouldn’t be as easy as pounding her fists next door to her brother’s room.

Like clockwork, she had to plan an activity to kill the numbered days Steve has at home. Before Stacy left Hawkins, she pulled up the kitchen toy set she got on her 10th birthday and practically dragged Steve to their mum’s garden with a plastic knife against his throat so Steve would comply with whatever bizarre request the girl had. Steve remembered collecting washed up rainwater from the drainage to help Stacy make a meal from scratch. Six years after, she found herself slathering clay mask to her brother’s face despite his constant complaints.

“Stacy, I’m serious.” Stacy contemplated then and there whether it would be a good idea to cover his mouth with the clay mask to shut him up. “I have something to pick up in ten minutes.”

Stacy scoffed, “Then we’ll wash these off in ten minutes, duh.” Upon completing coverage on both their faces, she leaned back against the couch and covered both her brother’s and her eyes’ with cut up cucumber she smuggled from the salad her mother was making.

“God,” Steve grumbled, “You’re such a fucking pain in the—“

“Shh,” Stacy cut him off. “We’re doing this for relaxation so only relaxing words are allowed. Better yet, shut the fuck up completely.”

Steve bit his tongue to prevent himself from going off on his sister. Regardless, he’s starting to like the cooling effect on his skin. After some time though, as it dried up, an uncomfortable feeling settled. “It’s starting to itch. I’m washing this off.” Steve stood up and made a bee line towards the kitchen sink where he rinsed his face bare, his sister only walking suit and mirroring his actions. She watched as Steve dried his face and left the house in a hurry.

He only came back ten minutes after with a medium-sized box in his arms. Stacy looked up and the first thing she noticed was the bright gleam on his face. “Why’d you look so happy, what’d you mess up now?”

“It’s a surprise. Close your eyes, and hold out your arms,” Steve instructed as he shifted between his feet.

A grimace wrapped itself around Stacy’s soft features, “I’m not falling for that.”

“Just- just close your eyes.” Steve groaned. Inside his head, he begs for whatever’s inside the box to not move nor make a noise.

Stacy crossed her arms in defiance, “No, Steve. I am not letting you put a dead frog in my hands again.”

“I swear to god, it’s not—“

“Bark!”

Steve’s eyes scrunched, “You’ve ruined it!”

Stacy’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as she stared at the furry head that popped out from the top of the box. A tiny pink tongue edged its way as Stacy neared the box. “Holy shit!” She exclaimed, almost tripping in the process of picking up the poor puppy stuffed in a box.

The blue pit bull terrier cuddled close to Stacy’s chest, melting the teenage girl’s heart in the process. Steve explained, “I named him Stewart.” It would have been his name had their grandmother not suggested Steve. Ever since Stacy knew about it, it became an inside joke between the two.

“It’s such an ugly name, isn’t it?” Stacy pulled up the puppy to eye-level. She cooed, “What did you do to deserve such atrocity, huh?” With this, Steve can’t help but smack his sister with the empty box. Stacy only laughed at him before her expression simmered down into a serene smile, “But really, thank you. This is the best.”

Steve pulled up a hand to pet the puppy, “Take care of him while I’m out, yeah?”

“You bet.”

The first person Stacy called to share the news about the newest addition to her small family was Max who was a little surprised when Stacy referred to Stewie as her child but as her best friend refused to call the dog any different so Max told herself she’d get used to it anyway. As much as she would’ve loved to head over to Stacy’s house and meet the pup itself, Max had a dentist appointment she’s not allowed to miss. As that call ended, Stacy picked up another one with Will who buzzed with excitement and invited her at the dog park so the two could introduce their own dogs to one another.

Stacy has never really been to the dog park before particularly because she had no reason to be but now she does. Stewie was relatively good with other dogs; he was playful and wagged his tail towards any unsuspecting human walking past. Will’s dog, Charlie, barked a lot and would often bite Stewie’s tiny ears playfully but overall, he was a really good dog too.

When Will got back home after the two friends parted, his mom told him that Mike called while he was out and seemed upset upon hearing that Will was not home. Joyce advised his son to check in on his best friend. “He sounded like something was bothering him,” she said.

At the Wheelers residence, Mike slouched at the couch in his living room, waiting for Will to return the phone call he left almost an hour ago. He was told Will went to the dog park with Stacy and it didn’t sit well with him. Whether it’s about Stacy or Will, or both of them at this point, he doesn’t know.

As Nancy made her way to the kitchen, the first thing she noticed was her brother grumbling to himself. She could’ve sworn a dark stormy cloud loomed over the boy’s head. At first she was able to dismiss it, knowing well enough that Mike can be moody sometimes; some days more than the other. She prepared what she needed for her sandwich in peace until Mike’s mumbling began sounding like an entire colony of bees met up in their living room.

Nancy put down the bread with half-spread peanut butter on it and made circular motions with the knife in her right hand, “Okay, why are you on the verge of throwing a tantrum?”

When Mike merely gave his sister a nasty glare, a confused look settled on Nancy’s face; one that if facial expressions could talk, Nancy’s would’ve already asked, What the hell? Seeing as his glares didn’t swat Nancy off his business, Mike thought he’d lose nothing if he were to ask for a different perspective so he shared, “Will and Stacy took their own dogs to the dog park today.”

“And the problem with that is?”

“They could’ve invited me!” Mike puts up both hands exasperatedly. For him, it seemed like a simple enough situation to feel left out of.

Nancy, on the other hand, was not having any of her brother’s diva tendencies. She gaped at him dumbfounded, dramatically wondering if Mike was ever dropped as a baby. “Okay, Mike, first of all, we don’t have a dog.” She said flatly, blinking twice, “Even if they invited you, what dog would you have brought? And, you were out with Jane today. You couldn’t have joined them either way.” She shook her head, picking her bread back up to finish her sandwich. For a moment, she looked back in retrospect when she was Mike’s age in curiosity of whether she was as ridiculous as him. Probably yes.

“But still,” Mike huffed. “How would you feel if your best friend spends more time with someone else than with you?”

Nancy softened for a split second, “Mike, your friends are allowed to have other friends. You can’t be upset over who Will chooses to spend time with.” She slapped her sandwich together as she made her way towards the staircase near the couch where her brother wallowed. “Besides, how would you feel if the person you liked not only stopped hanging out with you but also wouldn’t even look at you?” She shrugged, “It’s something to think about.” 

“Stacy doesn’t like me like that.” Mike wasn’t so sure who he was trying to convince; Nancy or his own self.

Nancy raised one eyebrow, “Hmm, but I didn’t mention Stacy. Sure, Mike, whatever makes you sleep at night.” With that, she took a bite on her freshly made sandwich and made her way upstairs, leaving a stunned Mike Wheeler alone to ponder over her words.

#it’s almost over you guys #are you getting tired of this series? lol #hawkins series #stranger things series #stranger things imagine #stranger things #mike wheeler imagine #steve harrington’s sister #mike wheeler x oc #mike wheeer x reader #eleven #will byers #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #mike wheeler #steve harrington #bestfriend!max #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard imagine

[pasmonblog]

Fanfic Friday

This week I was in a bit of a funk. I’ve been having trouble writing anything but angst (*angst intensifies*), but I think I’m getting back to my usual.

I also cleaned up my WIP folders and threw all my completed Bingo works into the archives. It was getting a little cluttered! So, below, you’ll see some new and exciting things I’ve been working on.

Details below the cut.

This week, only my regular series got updates: Paper Rain (which is 1.5k words away from being 100% written), Me And The Moon (I have about 4 more chapters to write), and Walk It Off (8 to go, plus the epilogue).

Coming up:

You might have noticed a new folder up there (working title: The Sound Of You And Me) that’s a new ‘series’ (I know, I know). It’s a jukebox Musician AU (heavily inspired by Instant Star) that @treaddelicately​ has been helping me out with. It won’t be a typical series for me (read: updated weekly), more of a collection of vignettes with a soundtrack. 

Anyway, it’s still early stages, but I’m really excited about it and I hope you will be too!

Other things I made headway on this week include:

D1 - This Is War, a cute little Darcy & Jane gen fic that will probably be posted this weekend! Short and sweet.

A1 - Brooklyn, You’re Killing Me (Steve/Darcy) is finally complete and should be posted within the next week. This one was a struggle. Hopefully it turned out alright!

A4 - Heavy Rope (Bucky/Darcy): still plugging away at this. Again, it’ll likely be a long one-shot, but I’m liking where it’s going.

R1 - Direct-to-Video chapter 2 (Brock/Darcy). This should probably be up within the next two weeks.

And I firmed up plot points for some other random bingo squares.

Honestly, I just need to sit myself down and finish some of these off since I’m finally ahead on pre-writing my running series.

Hope you all are having a good week!

#fanfic friday #sneak peek at future fics

[murdereddaydreams]

Astrophile

Content: Sugawara x Reader

Warnings: absolutely none

A/N: I'm gonna be honest, this was originally supposed to be a self ship post but I wanted to do a Suga piece and here it is. Again, congrats on 1.5k @omigogames even though now it's congrats on 1.6k!

Word Count: 653

A smile played at your lips, eyes closed as you felt the cool night breeze on your skin. The only thing that changed on your face was your smile growing wider when you heard the warm chuckle next to you.

"What are you doing? Open your eyes! We snuck out to watch the stars!" You did open your eyes but your gaze fell on he male next to you as his soft and loving smile made your heart skip a beat. Sugawara Koushi was your boyfriend since your first year and you were positive he was going to be the man you married in the future. The love you felt for him was indescribable, never having thought you would feel anything like this for anyone in your life, much less while in your third year of high school. His face scrunched up, curiosity flashing in his eyes before he spoke. "What are you thinking?"

"Just about how much I love you is all. I thought the stars would be my greatest love but I guess I was wrong." The soft flush that appeared on his features caused a swarm of butterflies to overtake your stomach. Without giving it a second thought, you pushed yourself into his arms and planted a kiss to his lips. There was no hesitation in the way he returned the action, arms wrapping around your waist and bringing you closer as he savored the passing seconds as your lips moved in perfect sync. When you pulled away, one of your hands came up to rest on his cheek and caress his cheekbone and stopped on the cute little mark underneath his eye. Naturally, you leaned forward and placed a kiss to the mark before leaning your forehead against his. He had confessed his love for this little action so naturally you made sure to do it as often as you could.

"Well I'm glad you love me more than the stars but remind me to try and bring one to you. I think that would be the only way I could show you how much I love you." This earned an eye roll and giggle from you, knowing he had already done such an action with the star pendant necklace he got you on your first anniversary. It was a small gesture, a basic little charm, but it meant the absolute world to you. You refused to ever take that necklace off because that was your way of having him by your side at all times. "Actually, I might have done the next best thing." Reaching into the bag he had brought, the same one that held three blankets not long ago before you two had placed them on the grass and over yourself, he handed over a certificate to you.

"Koushi… did you really buy me a star?!" Your eyes shined brightly, reading over the paper before looking up at your boyfriend who had a proud look on his face.

"I did! I wanted to save it for our anniversary but I couldn't wait especially since we were going to be sneaking out to watch the stars." The way you lunged at him and caused him to fall back onto the grass with a small thud and huff of air caused you to laugh. "I'm assuming I did a good job with the surprise?"

"You did amazing sweetie! You're too good for me, you know that?" Peppering his face with kisses, you refused to move from laying on top of him and he really didn't care. He loved being close to you and this was no different.

"I just want to be what you deserve but come on, let's watch the stars already." He wasn't wrong. Since you met, he worked hard to be the man he thought you deserved. He refused to be the one to hold you back. He wanted you to reach your own stars.

#jane's 1.5k collection #scattered feelings unsorted thoughts #sugawara kōshi #sugawara fluff #haikyuu sugawara #hq sugawara #sugawara x y/n #sugawara imagine #sugawara koshi imagine #sugawara x you #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq imagines