#nothing to me 1229

[prolix-yuy]

For the bangathon - I got cowgirl! How could I not request Cognitive Dissonance cowboy Jack OR medieval cowboy Pero! Up to you to choose which one my love, thank you so much for treating us ❤️

Ohhhhhh man Cee, I was very tempted by Jack, but then Pero came up and told me it was his turn. How was I to deny him?

Pairing: Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Position: Cowgirl

Word Count: 1229

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, PiV sex, unprotected sex (don't be a fool wrap your tool), fingering, lil bit of spitting, shitty men that Pero has to run off. Reader does not speak Spanish for plot reasons.

Notes: This one got away from me but I don't regret a second of it.

The Spaniard lets you in when you knock on his door long after proper visiting hours. Out of armor he’s no less impressive, his shirt draped open over a deeply tanned and freckled chest. Your breath catches for a moment, realizing he could have paid for company tonight, but he’s thankfully alone.

He found you on the road, men following you as you struggled with your basket. The market had been fruitful today, but your trip was met with unwanted attention. Tears were streaking your face, hands shaking when his formidable horse clopped to your side. The men faltered, called him Spaniard (your only name for your savior) as he reached down to pluck your basket from your hands. Hitching it to a strap on his saddle, he reached for you next.

You gladly let him take you to town, settled behind him in the saddle. It was clear within moments that you didn’t share a common tongue when you tried to thank him. Instead he waved off your words and shrugged, swaying against you in the saddle. His face was etched in a scowl that seemed permanent, but his body was firm and warm against you. His touch had been respectful, eyes not even wandering. 

It had been a long time since you’d been with a man, your young marriage cut short with a bloody end. A widow too soon, most treating you kindly but with sadness behind their eyes. And there had been no one new in town for so long. When he let you down and nodded his goodbye, your plan grew like the creeping heat in your body.

Standing in his doorway now you wonder if he’ll turn you away. If he’ll misconstrue it as payment for protection, instead of a desire to let strong hands touch you. 

He steps aside, letting you into the modest room. The door closing should have made you nervous, but instead you’re thrumming with excitement, hands coming to your waist to fiddle with the leather ties. Normally this would begin with words, but since you shared none you hope your actions will speak enough. 

The Spaniard begins unlacing his leather pants, coming up behind you to spread his hands over your shoulders. They’re hot and heavy, and your body sings at how they hold you like steel instead of glass. Turning, you urge him to sit on the edge of the bed. His heavy brow furrows but he sits, pliant in a way no man has ever been with you. It makes you giddy at what may come.

Making a show out of undressing, you slide laces through eyelets, drop layers to the floor as the Spaniard palms his cock through his half-opened pants. His eyes hood in desire, lips parted as he tugs his shirt over his head. The bruises and scars along his ribs falter your fingers, left in nothing but your shift. His eyes catch yours roaming his body, and the desire cracks away into a scowl. You realize your error as he grabs his shirt, moving as if to leave.

“No, wait, please…” you stutter, stepping to cup his face in your hands. He stills, eyes drifting shut as you stroke the rough scruff. Finally his muscles unclench, and before he can find the strength to run again you straddle his lap.

The Spaniard’s eyebrows shoot into his mop of hair, hands coming to your waist as you settle your cunt against his cock. Pressing your foreheads together, you whisper your name to him. After a breath, he whispers back, “Pero.”

Then, “Bonita.”

Unable to stand the emptiness any longer, you help him work his pants over his hips, the proud jut of his cock silky against your inner thigh. Grasping his length, you hear a soft choke catch in his throat as you line him up with your entrance.

“Bonita,” he says again, hand grasping your chin to direct you to look at him. You drown in the depths of his dark eyes, the thick lashes fanning against sweat-grimed skin. His thumb brushes over your lip, so tender it makes you ache.

He spits in his palm, bringing it between your legs as you watch with curiosity. Sliding it over his cock, now glistening, you realize how much better it would feel that way. An act so filthy to make you feel less pain. Who was this man?

Guiding you over his cock, snugly fitting the head just inside, you prepare for his girth to split you apart. Instead he surprises you again, his spit-slicked thumb sliding between your folds and circling something that sparks ecstasy in your womb. You grab at his shoulders, jaw dropped as that soft expression turns devious, rocking into your heat further and further as his wicked thumb pulls forth pleasure you’d only felt a handful of times. 

“Pero,” you gasp, and his name from your lips flips something in him. He thrusts up sharply, pulling you to his chest as he fits his mouth to your neck. His lips are greedy, teeth scraping as he yanks you down on his lap, grinding up inside you. Banding his arm around your waist, he puts a hand in your hair to keep you right where he wants you. Your nails dig into his shoulders, rolling your hips in time with his thrusts. You’ve never been so bold but Pero’s growls and nips spur you to ride him. Everything between you is soaked, your arousal embarrassing if it weren’t for how good you felt. He’s groaning words you don’t understand into your skin, tugging down your shift to latch onto your nipple. The sharp press of his teeth as he rolls his tongue over the bud pulls a wretched moan out of your chest. He chuckles into the soft flesh, sucking softly before a harsher pull stutters your pace. 

Something is creeping up around the edges of your mind, a building that frightens you with how much you want it. Pero hammers deep into you, bellowing before he pulls out and splatters his seed on your thighs and the inside of your dress. You stroke through his hair, gasping as you try to come down from that mystifying high, but Pero’s thick fingers plunge inside your cunt as his thumb strums over that blinding place he found before. You choke on your own breath as he presses and strokes and just as that pressure breaks into shuddering ecstasy he crashes your lips to his. 

Pero kisses you through your throes, even when you’re sure you’ve bitten him, copper dancing on your tongue. He laps into your mouth, sucks your lower lip between his, murmuring something between gasps of air. When you finally slump against him, arms loose around his neck, he places a soft line of kisses along your shoulder, stroking your back as you try to breathe again.

“Pero, that was…” You try to explain any of how you feel, but as soon as you say his name he has you on your back in his bed, shift around your hips so the cool air can dance along your combined spends. His soulful eyes gaze down at you before his lips quirk into a devious little smile that makes your heart pound. He says something in his language, but don’t really need to translate:

“I’m not done with you yet.”

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

#pero tovar fanfiction #pero tovar x f!reader #pero tovar x you #pero tovar x reader #pero x reader #the great wall fanfiction #the great wall fic #prolix fics

[girl-next-door-writes]

There Is Just One Thing I Need

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Tony tries to get the team into the festive spirit while training. The only problem for Steve is that everyone knows his weakness, well, nearly everyone.

Word Count: 1229 words

Prompt: #6: A and B have a snowball fight (bonus if A flirts with B to distract B)

A/N: My fantastic and wonderful bestie @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester requested this little bit of Steve and I would write her pretty much anything, so here you all go.

“This is the stupidest idea ever, just saying.” Grumbled Clint as he pulled on his gloves, already anticipating the chill in the air.

“You’re just saying that because the only ‘weapon’ we can use is snowballs.” Wanda chuckled, pulling his hat down over his face.

“Okay, we ready? This is it, the festive showdown so partner up and let’s see who is last team standing.” Tony grinned, already moving over to claim Rhodey as his partner.

“I call Barnes!” You shouted before jumping onto Bucky’s back, much to his amusement.

“Easy there, doll, I’m an old man, remember?” he chuckled, and Steve fought the urge to roll his eyes.

Clint and Nat buddied up, as did Wanda and Vision. Scott and Bruce made an unlikely pairing and Sam patted his friend on his shoulder.

“Looks like it’s you and me.” He smirked, knowing full well Steve would have loved to swap places with Bucky. “Come on, you might impress her yet.”

Logically, Wanda and Vision were the team to beat, so Steve was incredibly surprised when Bruce and Scott ensured Vis was first to get hit. Surprised and a little impressed. Now that the hot favourites were out of the competition, that meant it was anyone’s game.

The next casualties were Nat and Clint. This was only because Clint was 1000% done with the stupid game. He was cold, he was damp, he was grumpy, so when he stood out in the open, arms spread wide, and shouted for someone to just hit him already, it wasn’t a surprise when he was pelted by six snowballs almost instantly.

“Worth it.” He grumbled, trudging back towards the compound where he could get warm and have a drink. Turned out Nat was not so happy about losing and her teammate was hit by several rather large snowballs before he made it inside.

From his vantage point, Steve watched you stealthily rounding a snowdrift and he wondered where Bucky was. Surely he had your back, right? Movement caught his eye, and he stiffened as he saw Bruce attempting to draw your attention. That could not be good. A protective streak rose within Steve, the desire to save you, even from snow, had him on high alert and that was why he spotted a tiny Scott running over the snow in your direction. He was little more than a dark speck against the white, but Steve calculated the trajectory and pulled his arm back, tossing a well packed ball of snow which landed against Scott’s shoulder as he shot back to his full height a few feet from you.

“Seriously?” He called out, turning to look around for Bucky, who he was sure had thrown it.

“Nice try, Lang. Turns out, your ‘ant powers’ are nothing compared to Super Soldier ones.” You teased with a bright smile before your eyes retraced the path of the snowball and you spotted Steve and ducked for cover.

“ON YOUR LEFT!” Steve barely dodged out of the way as a snowball sped past him.

“Thanks for the warning.” He called back to Sam, knowing he needed to get his head back in the game.

“Yeah, well, you might have seen that coming if you weren’t so busy making heart eyes at your girl.” Sam smirked, appearing by his side.

“She’s not my girl.” Steve corrected him, a hint of sadness in his tone.

“Well, whose fault is that?”

Before he could answer, a barrage of snowballs pelted the wall behind them like machine gun fire.

“You’re not allowed to use your suit, Tony!” Sam shouted as he pulled Steve around the corner. “Right, I’ll go up high, you go low. Tony’s a problem but Rhodey’s smart so be careful.”

Sam had been right, it was Rhodey who was the mastermind behind the Iron-boys strategy, and they would have had them too, if it hadn’t been for Bucky. Tony was so focused on pinning down Cap that the other super soldier was able to sneak up and get the drop on him. Not only was there a snowball, but also a small avalanche from the roof, burying Stark momentarily.

“Don’t think you got away with that one, Barnes. When you least expect it, I will have my revenge.” Tony vowed, using his suit to fly up to the roof and take a seat where he could see everything more clearly.

Only two pairs were left, and both were playing it warily. Steve and Sam split-up, Wilson eager to take down Barnes. With a snowball in hand, Steve carefully made his way along the wall, listening out for any movement.

You rounded the corner of the building and froze, your arm raised, holding a snowball. Steve’s posture matched your own and he eyed you cautiously. Maybe, if he waited long enough, Sam would take Bucky out and then he wouldn’t have to do this to you. Then again, would you think less of him for holding back?

“Hi Steve.” You smirked, and he swallowed thickly at hearing you say his name.

“Hi.” He managed, neither of you lowering your weapon.

“That snowball earlier, the one that took out Lang, that was you, right?” He knew you’d already figured out that much, so he simply nodded.

“Thought so. Was it meant for me, and Scott was just in the wrong place at the wrong time or..?” You raised an eyebrow and his eyes drifted to the soft pout of your lips as you trailed off, the question left unasked.

“What do you think?” He asked, a smile playing on his lips.

“I think that you saw a damsel about to be in distress and your ‘old man’ sensibilities kicked in. Not that I’m complaining. I’m rather fond of your sensibilities, amongst other things.” Your voice was like warm honey and Steve leaned closer, not registering you walking towards him.

“Is that right? Care to elaborate on the ‘other things’?”

“You fishing for compliments, handsome?”

“More like, clarification.” He hummed, his arm slowly lowering.

“Well, one of the things I really like about you, Steve, is how you protect the little guy. Although, in this case, it’s kinda been your undoing.”

“Wha-?“ A sudden cold, wet thud to the back of his head broke off his thoughts and as ice began to drip down the back of his neck he let out a defeated sigh, followed by a chuckle.

“Told ya that would work, doll.” Bucky grinned, jogging over to the pair of you. “You are one hell of a distraction.”

“Well, some distractions are more fun than others.” You smiled sweetly up at Steve, patting him on the chest before turning to walk away.

“They certainly are.” Steve murmured to himself, just watching your retreating form. Perhaps you had enjoyed flirting with him, and if that was the case then maybe he could attempt to play you at your own game.

#Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x reader #Steven's Greetings #gndw fic

[nocturnal-milk-dud]

A Brighter Future for Us All

Pairing: Ray Merrimen x Reader

Warnings/notes: violence; language; blood; gun violence; strangulation; I don't know why I put both nemesis and mr. X in this, and basically ignored nemesis's programming but here we are; part 2 to Our Business Is Life Itself; for a fun game take a shot every time you read the word monster or creature I'M DOING MY BEST

Rating: R

Word count: 1229; @massivecolorspygiant look what you made me do

Ray shoves you ahead of him.

"Run," he orders, and you panic when you realize he means to stay behind. You turn back to him, shaking your head, ready to tell him not to be stupid, when you see a grenade in his hand and the figure coming up fast behind him.

"Fuck!" You run, racing up into the darkness of the ramp and the startling cold of the rain, praying something doesn't grab you from the shadows. The explosion shakes the garage and you stumble forward but manage to keep upright. You don't stop running until you've hit the desolate street, your heart slamming against your eardrums and your breathing erratic. Broken storefronts, abandoned cars, fires that won't burn out are the only things to greet you--the only things left.

The entrance to the garage is thick with dust and a darkness even the cop car's headlights can't penetrate. The silence is oppressive and your stomach sits heavy like a stone. The idea that you might be on your own in a city of death fills you with dread.

Ray's name sits tightly between your lips as you slowly start back toward the garage. The shadows are playing tricks on you, taking the shape of the hulking creature the way the clothes in a dark closet take the shape of a person. It has to be the shadows. A hand reaches out of the black and you freeze. There's a dragging sound and your breath escapes you in a deep sigh of relief as you watch Ray haul himself to his feet. His eyes find you and you start to go to him, but something about his gaze stops you. He's looking past you, his jaw tight and his eyes narrow. Ray straightens up quickly, though it clearly causes him a great deal of pain, and pulls his handgun. You turn just as something sinuous and muscular wraps around your neck, taking away your oxygen and replacing it with panic. You're lifted off your feet and brought face to face with a deformed, leathery-skinned creature with more teeth than face.

"S.T.A.R.S." the creature growls. A shot is fired, hitting the monster in the head, about as effective as hitting it with a rock. It snarls at Ray.

"We're not fucking S.T.A.R.S.," Ray barks. You clutch uselessly at the tentacle, but the creature has lost interest in you, and tosses you aside, your body crashing hard into the concrete wall. Its footsteps shake the ground as you drag yourself toward the street, slowly getting to hands and knees, finally your feet. The creature is stalking toward Ray and you wonder how many lives the man has left. You pull the gun from your belt and try not to notice how heavy it is or how your hands tremble as you point it at the creature's back.

"Hey asshole!" you shout. "We're not done!"

The monster turns its grotesque face back to you and growls, but it takes the bait, starting towards you. You fire off two shots that appear to do absolutely nothing, but you hope they keep its attention on you. You run out into the darkness of the street and duck behind a car, and listen. The stomping has stopped, it's quiet except for the rain thumping on car roofs, and you worry the creature's gone back for Ray. But the air shifts, and you think you see a blur of movement out of the corner of your eye. The impact is sudden and terrible, the creature having launched itself into the air in a massive leap that lands it about ten feet from you, causing the ground to quake and the car windows to shatter. Shards of glass shower over you, and you shield your face, balling up as tightly as you can. The creature has its back to you, and your hands shake as you use them to help guide you to the other side of the car, biting back a cry when your skin finds a piece of glass.

Ray is already there and a relieved smile quickly crosses your face. He holds a finger up to his lips, reminding you of your trouble–as if you could forget--and points over your shoulder, to your right. You look carefully, seeing nothing but abandoned vehicles at first, but across the street is Kendo's Gun Shop, and next to that is a gated alleyway. It seems an impossibly long way.

You take a deep breath and nod once.

The two of you skirt around the cars and debris keeping low and keeping quiet, your eyes pinned to the hulking, snarling figure, feeling sure that any moment now it will turn and stare right back at you.

Ray pauses behind the shell of a tank, his arm across his stomach, his breathing labored. You kneel next to him and eye the gate--it's so close now--just a few steps away.

"Come on," you whisper, guiding Ray's arm across your shoulders. "We'll make a run for it." His lips turn up in a small smile--the same one he gave you when you met--but there's no joy in it.

Your heart is pounding as the two of you move out into the open, and you know you should be focusing on the gate, on the next step, but you can feel the creature at your back. You glance back over for a glimpse--just a glimpse because you have to know--and everything in you turns to ice when all you see is an empty street. You stop moving, feet rooted to the spot, heart wedged in your throat.

"Keep going," Ray whispers.

"It's gone," you hiss, your voice thick with panic, "where the hell did it go?"

"Go!" Ray shouts this time and you're shoved forward, shoved to the ground, and you see Ray duck a blow from the figure in black.

The fucking figure in black.

You scramble to your feet and crash through the gate, turning back for Ray.

"Come on!" you shout desperately. Ray's moving slowly, face tight with pain, each step becoming more of a lurch, a stumble. The stone-faced monster just takes its time, looking like a massive wave that's about to come crashing down on Ray. As soon as he's within reach, you grab Ray by the vest and haul him toward you with all your might, narrowly missing the monster's next swing yourself. There's a crunch and viscous dark blood splatters across you and the pavement. The creature looks down to see the large tentacle-like thing protruding from its chest, examining it curiously. You and Ray watch as it's brought off the ground and tossed away like it weighs nothing. Coming to your senses, you slam the gate closed in the face of the renewed threat. The monster with its stitched-together face and elongated teeth leans down so its eyes are level with yours, nothing but the steel mesh of the gate separating it from you. Its acrid, rotting breath falls on your face and its eyes narrow. The creature bellows, the force of the sound knocking you back and down to your knees, your hands coming up to cover your ears. The roar makes you feel like your head is going to explode. Ray grips you under your arms and hauls you to your feet, pulling you into the alley, away from the creature at the gate.

#spooky season #resident evil fic #ray merrimen x reader #ray merrimen #den of thieves #re3 remake #re2 remake

[jackexmachina]

for @suncaptor’s milestone event day 4: lucifer // vessels (1229) We can do this the hard way or the easy way. *wink* (359) Sure, play another song. I've got nothing better to do. (467) Baby, you put the ass in mass murder. (1204) I don't have to run faster than death. I just have to run faster than (423) the beast may try to hug you. (494) Pretty and pointless

image description: shots from “The End,” “Swan Song,” “O Brother Where Art Thou?”, “The Vessel,” “Rock Never Dies,” and “LOTUS”

11x14: Lucifer in Castiel’s vessel is bowed over, laughing at Sam, and behind him are two wall lamps like halos. text: “A bloody knife and a smile. / Why? / What are YOU wearing?”

12x07: Lucifer is leaving Vince Vincente’s body. Castiel is kneeling next to him and Dean is facing him from the ground, both of them are shielding their eyes from the light. text: “There are no sweeter words than this. / Nothing lasts forever.”

5x22: Lucifer in Sam’s body is looking up, behind him are people from Sam’s past, possessed by demons. His head is lit from behind by a chandelier. text: “Today it occurred to me I could murder someone / if you were with me. / You make the old things fun again.”

12x08: First panel: the face of the Archbishop of St. Louis, dead on the ground lit only by a flashlight, he has blood coming from his mouth and burnt-out eyes. Second and third panel: Jefferson Rooney is sitting on his bed in the Executive Residence, with his head bowed and hands folded in prayer. text: “I’m not unreasonable. / I don’t want to live forever. / I just want to live longer than everyone else.”

11x09: Lucifer, appearing as Nick from inside a view of the cage, is leaning toward Sam with his hands on the bars. text: “The lake creature knows we are hunting her, / but she also knows / we are the first in years.”

5x04: First two panels: 2014!Lucifer in Sam’s body is wearing a white suit and looking at a red rose; Dean is watching him from the background. Third panel: a different view of the same shot, a close-up of the rose. text: “Maybe the Earth would be better off without us. / Safe and clean and perfect / like a toy nobody ever played with.”

#suncaptorevent #lucifer spn #sam winchester #castiel #vince vincente #jefferson rooney #5x04 #5x22 #11x09 #11x14 #12x07 #12x08 #*mine #I can't believe the archbishop of st. louis doesn't even have a name #he and the president have to share but sam gets two bc I love him #just gonna post now even though it's late bc I have to be done with this lol

[saintscorp]

summary: after everything that happened at hawkins with the demodogs, reader and billy leave and enjoy their lives in california with a surprise

word count: 1229

pairing: occ billy hargrove x gender neutral reader

warnings: cursing, pregnancy talks and mentions of billy's abusive father

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my name was just the number seven until my friends gave me my name. m/n, i was 17 when me and my sister eleven escaped that godforsaken lab. i've helped them with the demogorgen and the demodogs. dustin likes to fangirl that i have similar powers to wanda maximoff from their comics. last year hopper allowed me to enter high school.

steve, nancy and jonathan helped me. i was and still am close to jonathan due to me and will being best friends like steve and dustin. that year is when i met billy hargrove. he was the biggest asshole, playboy and basketball player of the school. i usually avoided him due to me trying to keep my powers a secret. teachers had started to pair us together for projects a lot.

this made me and billy grow a friendship over time. he told me things he hasn't told anyone else. his abusive father, his mother abandoning him, his feelings on max and susan. in return i told him about the lab but not about the experiments or powers. he didn't find out until the night we were dealing with the demodogs. he came for max and in the process he started to beat up steve in blind rage.

i had stopped him by knocking him out with my telekinesis before we all went to help eleven and hopper from the tunnels. after all of that i had dropped eleven off at the middle school dance. billy was there after doing the same with max. i had decided to explain my powers to him. he was okay if not a little pissed off but as i explained more he understood.

he had even mentioned to me that he gave max his hair spray to try and create a bond with her slowly. i had told him how happy i was for him making him give me a real smile. next thing i know he had kissed me making me respond happily a few seconds later. in present time we are still going strong. we had moved from hawkins to california when we graduated. me and billy have kept in contact with everyone.

me, will and jonathan had weekly calls. it's been a couple of months and we have been doing well. he worked at a mechanic shop while i worked at a preschool near us. as of late i've been feeling kinda ill. i have been nauseous, dizzy and even started to crave my favorite things a lot more than usual. while he was working today i went to the doctors only to find out some shocking news. i was pregnant with billy hargroves baby.

i had took a test just to make a surprise box for him. in the box i had the test resting under a corny onesie. 'daddy's baby' i had giggled when i saw it and brought it. as i was making dinner i heard the door open than billy's voice. "babe! i'm home!" i heard him place his keys down and some shuffling. "in the kitchen, sweetheart." i felt his muscular arms around my waist making me smile as he kissed my cheek.

"i missed you." i turned to see the sun shining on him making his curly blonde hair look majestic. he leaned in and kissed me. quickly i kissed back pushing all my love into it. pulling away after a few seconds i focused on the lemon chicken i was finishing up. "go sit down, dinner's ready." he smiled at slowly released me. "it smells so good." he cheered about the food as he sat at the counter.

placing the rice on first i placed the lemon juice soaked chicken on top. i placed the plate in front of him with one more kiss before we started to eat. after a few bites i decided to finally tell him the news. "sweetheart i have something for you!" i smiled before grabbing the box and handing it to him. he smiled as he looked from me to the box. "what's the occasion sweet check?"

"nothing i just wanted to get you something for working so hard." i smiled as he opened the box. his face showed confusion until he held the onesie up. "daddy's baby?" it took a few seconds before it clicked making him look at me before grabbing the pregnancy test. "holy shit you're pregnant!" billy jumped up and cheered. "i'm gonna be a dad!"

he ran up and picked me up before giving me a heated kiss. pulling away we take in gasp of air as he rested his forehead on mine. "thank you." i smiled as i twirled one of his curls. "you're gonna be a great father." this made him smile as i laughed in joy. placing me down he crouched in front of me. "i know you can't hear me yet but me and mommy love you so much already." i started to tear up a little before he shoot up. "i have to call max, she'll be so excited."

nine months later ~

i had just went through hours of labour but he's here. we had decided to keep it a secret until the birth. we named him wisteria will hargrove. i held him as billy laid next to us with his hand on his back. just than the door opened making us look up. we saw the whole crew with max leading. she ran over with a smile. billy got up and they shared a hug as the others came in.

"aw he's so cute! what's his name?" max and will squealed as the kids crowded me while billy greeted steve, robin, jonathan and nancy. "guys meet wisteria will hargrove." i smiled as i looked at will who started to tear up with a big smile. gently i handed the baby to max. she held him so carefully with excitement. "hi, i'm your aunt. i'll take good care of you."

the boys looked at the baby with amazement as billy and the other joined us. they gave me hugs as we watched max hand the baby to will. "hi, i'm will. i'm gonna teach you dnd when you get old enough." the comment made me and billy laugh. "it's gonna take a while bud." billy smiled at will as he shrugged. i turned to steve with a smile. me and billy had decided to name him wisteria's godfather.

we all have gotten a lot closer since the move. even if billy didn't want to admit it steve was his closes friend. "steve." he looked away from wisteria to us. "don't you want to hold your godson?" he gasped in shock before getting teary eyed. will handed the baby to him making steve look a little nervous. "wisteria, hey, i'm your godfather. i gotta make a nickname for you. maybe wis? probably not."

i focused on billy to see him already looking at me. "i love you." my whisper made him smile before he leaned down to kiss me. "i love you too." after a few hours they all left leaving the three of us. i watched as billy held the baby against his bare chest. he hummed a scorpion song making me smile. this felt like pure bliss, my boyfriend and my baby boy. if this is a dream i never want to wake up.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #stranger things #billy hargrove redemption

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February Day 4: Starlight

Rating: G

Fandom: SWTOR

Time:  Between Chapters 1 and 2 of the Smuggler story

Pairing: none/gen fic

Words: 1229

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“We’re going to get caught.”

“I haven’t yet, so we won’t.”

“That don’t sound like a guarantee…”

“Nothing is!  Which is why it’s fun!”

Risha and Corso exchanged a look at the threshold of the cockpit door as Eva cheerfully piloted Virtue’s Thief right int Coruscant airspace, the ship running dark.

Starships should have been left at the starport, lest someone run into the big blasted thing while holoing and driving.  Eva had decided not to heed that conventional wisdom.

“What are we doing here anyway?” asked Bowie from his vantage point in the co-pilot’s seat.

“Celebrating!” Eva answered as she slowed the Thief’s speed down and switched off a few more lights and guides.  

Hylo helpfully batted at the last switch, as if he knew exactly what she was doing.

Which he did – he was the First Mate, after all.

Corso looked at Eva as if she was crazy.  “We already burned all the garbage on the ship, got you a new mattress, and got Bowie a new ID card as a free sentient.”  Eva got up from the pilot’s seat and squeezed between Corso and Risha.  “What else you think we need to do?”

Eva walked backwards down the hallway, that grin getting bigger by the second.  “Go get dressed nice!”

Hylo decided to leap off the dashboard and doggedly follow Eva down the hallway toward her quarters.

Corso made a face.  “I was wondering why she wanted me to get one of them monkey suits with a collar and buttons.”

“Stars forbid that anything more complicated than velcro be on your clothes,” Risha commented as she headed toward the women’s quarters.

“Darn right.”  Corso nodded firmly.  

Bowdaar just shook his head and leaned back in his seat.  He was as dressed as he was going to get, and a bath would mean his fur would take way too long to dry for whatever Eva had planned.  

~~

“Little Girl, you’re going to fall off.  Then what’s going to happen to me and C2?” Bowdaar complained as she lay belly down, head and shoulders dangling off the edge of the Thief’s hull.  While in a dress.

It was a pretty dress, but it wasn’t what Bowdaar would have recommended to wear.

“You’re free beings. Go join a commune or something.” Then she made a little “ack!” noise as she tugged on the cord that led back into the Thief itself. “Snagged.”

Bowdaar looked back at the wire, then at her, and then decided to hold onto Eva’s ankles.  “Two-Boots!  Get that wire loose!” the Wookiee bellowed over his shoulder.

At Eva’s next tug, the long wire came loose, and she started to lower the device down… and down… and down…

“Won’t they see it?” Bowdaar asked from behind her.  

“Naaah.  It’ll blend in with all the holo network recorders….they all run their own drones ‘round here, but at lower altitudes with shorter wires.  Ok, reel me in.”  

As instructed, Bowie carefully pulled Eva back across the hull, away from the edge, until he was fairly sure she could stand up and not tumble down into the orchestra pit.  

Bowdaar had put together that they were going to “attend” a musical performance without tickets. But why all the fuss?  He took note of the thick blanket laid out over one section of the hull and the rather large picnic hamper parked next to it. There was even something fancy chilling in an ice bucket.

Whatever Little Girl was up to, she wasn’t taking it in half measures.

Eventually, Corso and Risha piled on top of the hull as well.  Corso, in what he referred to as his ‘monkey suit’ and Risha –

Risha understood the assignment better than anyone else, Bowdaar decided.  From the bejeweled hair down to the gems that anchored her sleeves to her wrists, she looked every bit the queen she was.  

Eva’s best dress… was very obviously at a different social station than Risha, but her eyes only gleamed in the darkness in excitement.  Her crew was going along with whatever mad idea she had.

The speakers set up on the hull of the Thief started to pick up the sounds of tuning up. “What’s on the program?” Risha asked.

A clarinet gave away the feature. Bowdaar saw Coros cock his head to the side, picking up the melody. “It’s … the Starlight Waltz, ain’t it?”

As Eva nodded eagerly, Risha turned to him.  “What do you know about music?”

Corso suddenly went very tight-lipped and Eva cheerily informed Risha, “You are looking at the reigning Margengai Glide champion.  Not to mention the Rodian rumba champion!”

“Ayyy vaaaaa….” the man in question whined at her.

“With you?” Risha asked in disbelief.

Eva shook her head. “Nope, with Rona – you both know I’m a constant work-in-progress.  Anyway, I’m willing to bet you were expected to know how to dance in preparation for your role of queen.”

Risha put the pieces together.  “A live orchestra, dancing on top of a ship hull, in our finery –”

“With a loving care package from my unofficial Uncle Tal, fresh from his business, Hutta Delicacies.” Eva reached over and tugged the white wine that had been chilling in the ice bucket.  “This stuff is older than we are!”

“That doesn’t mean much, Little Miss Fake Chaincode,” Risha answered tartly, but even then, there was a smile appearing at the edges of her mouth.  “Why all this anyway?”

Eva threw out her arms to gesture at the ship, the planet, everything.  “I’m the best smuggler and starpilot in the galaxy right now, you’re the Queen of Dubrillion, Bowdaar’s a free being, and Corso –”

“Is having the adventure of a lifetime.”  Corso supplied that answer as he stood at the edge of the hull, taking in the enormity of the concert hall beneath them.  Just then, the lights dimmed through all of Coruscant that they could see.  “What --?”

“Starlight Waltz.  Doesn’t work if there’s too much light pollution. So because it’s so special…”

As the glow of the planet reduced, Bowdaar stared upward to find that for the first time on this planet of metal and endless duracrete, the stars were finally visible.  

And then, the orchestra finished its tuning, and the tap tap tap of the conductor’s baton came over the speaker.

For a moment, Risha seemed almost caught up in the moment, in the magic of everything coming together as Eva had wanted.  “I’m supposed to dance with some merc?” she asked, trying to be snide.  

“The Margengai glide and the Rodian rumba are just the ones I won on Coruscant – I got others,” Corso offered.  He shook his head. “What would Ma say now, me dancing with a pretty queen.  Hot damn.”

A little huff, then “fine.”

Bowdaar could see it for the act it was.  As the orchestra swung into the Starlight Waltz, so too did Corso Riggs and Risha Drayen, dancing under the starlight now permitted on Coruscant.  Bowdaar sat back on the blanket, and he felt a fine glass being pressed into his hand by Eva Corolastor, the captain and conductor of this very, very good night.  

Bowdaar looked over at her, entranced by the magic she herself had procured this night: the food, the music, the dancing, the people --

If this was the good life, Bowdaar was signed on, forever.

~~

@fluffyfebruary

@empire-at-war -- I borrowed Tal for a minute :D

@ermingarden @starlightcleric @ayresis @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @bluephoenix1347

#fluffy february #swtor #swtor fan fiction #bowdaar #risha drayen #corso riggs #hylo the cat #oc: eva corolastor

[geraskierbrainrot]

This is a collection of Alternate Universe fics where soulmates exist (and, more often than not, Jaskier and Geralt are soulmates)

One-marker by @zuzallove | T | 1k

Some people are born with a thousand soulmates. Others with just one. Geralt has a meagre double mark. It doesn't matter, though, does it? It's not like he's going to have a relationship with either one of his soulmates. Cue Jaskier.

Nisrae by spqr | M | 3k

Jaskier's seventeen when he pulls the Witcher from the fire. He has no idea, at the time, that it's a magical fire.

Socially Accpetable Ways to Meet Your Soulmate by @elpiething | E | 4k

Jaskier's parents weren't precisely keen on their oldest Omega child going to Oxenfurt to learn art. So they told him to pay off his own student debt. Which means they can't technically get mad at him for going in for a camera test at Vengeance Studios. - An AU where Alphas can't knot without medical assistance. Or their soulmate.

you don't have to call me yours, my love by @serenfire | T | 4k

“I’m sorry,” Jaskier says. “This is absolutely my fault, and I shouldn’t have accompanied you in the first place. But you don’t have to worry about me! I can deal with this myself.” “Jaskier, you’ve been cursed to tell the truth until you fucking smooch your soulmate!” Geralt shouts. “And you don’t have a soulmate! So no, you can’t deal with this yourself.” Jaskier winces. “It’s actually a little worse than that,” he admits. “I know for a fact that I will never be anyone’s soulmate.”

I Promise (Not) by @zuzallove | M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 5k

It's modern era New York. Jaskier is an aspiring singer/songwriter who pisses off the wrong person. Geralt is the man supposed to beat him up. It's not that simple, though.

“Yen,” Gorgeous growled into the phone. “Did you know that I was called away from the Marini deal tonight because a twink that looks twelve accidentally offended that moronic cousin of yours?” Jaskier gasped, putting a hand on his heart to show him how outraged he was.

Ear Worm by @raven-dirt | M | 6k

When a song is stuck in your head, it means your soulmate is listening to it, wherever they are in the world.

Or

Geralt hasn’t slept properly since 1229 because he can always hear singing.

What's Mine is Yours by @operacricket | T | 7k

Jaskier had always had a set of lungs to rival the North wind. By the time he was old enough to put words to his wailing, his poor mother’s head was grey and her heart torn by the babe who had never once stopped crying. There wasn’t a healer or witch she took him to who didn’t say the same thing: there was nothing to fix. They could treat a bruise, bandage the reflections of another’s injuries that sometimes echoed onto his skin, but there was no curing pain that wasn’t his. --- Soulmates Share Injuries AU

→ They Know (I'm Yours) | T | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | 1k

There's more danger in their connection than a few bumps and bruises.

Love as You Are by @geralt-jaskier | E | 16k

Jaskier didn’t want to marry just any noblewoman--no matter how comely she may be--he wanted adventure and many loves, but most importantly his biggest, greatest love of all. He is not expecting that love to be in the form of a brooding stranger sitting at the back of a tavern. In one instant his breath catches in his throat at the beauty of the man before him and in the next, there’s a burning sensation on the bottom of his heel as his mark makes itself known. It’s pain and pleasure knotted together, roses surrounded by thorns.

Of soulmarks and one-sided matches by @ylc1 | T | 17k

Finding your soulmate is supposed to be a happy experience. In Geralt’s experience however, things rarely ever go as they’re supposed to.

Nothing to Lose But My Secrets by @handwrittenhello | E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 45k

Jaskier is the best assassin in the Northern Kingdoms. On the most important mission of his life-- kill the Warlord of the North or die trying --things go terribly wrong, and he's taken prisoner. During his time as a captive in Kaer Morhen, he's forced to confront some uncomfortable truths: witchers aren't what the stories say, his soulmate is most definitely somewhere in the keep, and he may have found himself on the wrong side of this war. -- aka a warlord AU, soulmate AU, and enemies-to-lovers fic all in one!

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#geraskier #geralt/jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic recs

[ao3feed-byler2]

if i were a zombie (i'd never eat your brain)

by lovermiwi

So, when Mike comes trotting out, supplies in hand, Will wants to cry. “Can you lift up your sleeve for me?” He questions, setting the cleaning materials down next to Will.

Guilt and dread washes over him as he rolls his sleeve up, slowly uncovering the bite mark. It takes a moment for Mike to process, his eyes widening at the sight.

“Will you’re.. you’ve been - what?” by his face, Mike almost can’t believe it. His best friend, of almost thirteen years now, has been bitten. He wants to cry, scream, get him help, yet he does nothing. Nothing but stare.

OR

will gets bitten by a zombie, and mike does everything in his power to stop him from surrendering.

Words: 1229, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, The Party (Mentioned)

Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - The Last of Us Setting, Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt No Comfort, Will Byers Needs a Hug, Suicide, Character Death, Mike Wheeler Loves Will Byers, Italics, so many italics, Aged-Up Character(s)

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#byler #michael wheeler #will byers

[llyncooljones]

I posted 1,396 times in 2022

That's 470 more posts than 2021!

53 posts created (4%)

1,343 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ambpersand

@charincharge

@slightlyrebelliouswriter23

@morganofthewildfire

@captain-jackson

I tagged 332 of my posts in 2022

#the rookie - 73 posts

#tim bradford - 73 posts

#chenford - 73 posts

#lucy chen - 71 posts

#llyncooljones' writing - 42 posts

#aelin galathynius - 37 posts

#rowan whitethorn - 37 posts

#my writing - 31 posts

#tog - 30 posts

#my fic - 29 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#in ww1984 i was like fuck saving the world you got ur mans girl live with him on a secret island and say fuck the rest of the world

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

that fourth firework's explosion - elucien.

ao3|| masterlist || elucien masterlist || wishing you a very smutty holiday masterlist

word count: 9845

trigger warnings: language, smutty, smutty goodness.

taglist: in all my benevolence, i've decided to tag creators of elucien content in this one... hope you don't mind. @moononastring, @moodymelanist, @helion-ism, @live-the-fangirl-life, @writtenonreceipts.

their bedroom, six in the morning.

They hadn’t set their alarms last night.

That was lie, her husband absolutely had. He was ridiculous about it.

It was set up automatically on his phone, but every night he would reset it. Double, triple, quadruple check it. He really hated to be late.

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#4

peace in the noise - rowaelin month day fourteen.

ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin month ‘22 masterlist 

prompt: CANON WEEK: what if... nothing bad ever happened, and they met organically. pain-free, just vibes set in the 'canon' universe.

word count: 1229

trigger warnings: language, alcohol.

tag list: @rowaelinscourt  @live-the-fangirl-life @rowaelinismyotp   @fireheartwhitethorn4ever  @elentiyawhitethorn  @rowanaelinn  @autumnbabylon  @leiawritesstories  @backtobl4ck

a bar in varese, the evening.

Aelin was turning thirty.

Three, zero.

It was pretty fucking insignificant, people she knew were turning nine-hundred and thirty this year. But, having been brought with the knowledge that she might not settle, that she might not live past eighty-five, had made her more appreciative of her years.

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59 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#3

drag me out to sea, set me free - throne of glass anniversary day six.

ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin masterlist || throne of glass anniversary masterlist

word count: 4057

trigger warnings: language, mentions of her trauma, smutty smutty goodness.

tag list: @live-the-fangirl-life  @rowaelinismyotp  @rowanaelin  @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @themoonthestarsthesuriel  @autumnbabylon @rowaelinscourt

skull’s bay, their room, after elena’s visit.

“They dispersed then, Aelin and Rowan slipping off to their own room.”

Fire pounded through Aelin’s veins at such speed, with such power, she deemed it a miracle of her newfound heritage that she had not yet exploded into shreds of herself.

In her mind, scrambled as it was after the night’s amorous events and Elena’s decidedly annoying visit, she knew her intactness was to be dedicated to the strong fae warrior a little to the side, a little behind her.

She knew it was the strength he lent to her so easily, that kept her from screaming and shouting. She knew it was the solid mass of him at her back that kept her from collapsing onto her weak knees. She knew it was the feel of him at her neck that kept her from crying an endless river of tears.

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59 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

#2

no fucking in the office - rowaelin month day eleven.

ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin month ‘22 masterlist 

prompt: work rivals au

word count: 6633

trigger warnings: language, smut, nsfw, incredibly smutty. mentions of drugs and alcohol

tag list: @rowaelinscourt  @live-the-fangirl-life  @rowaelinismyotp  @rowanaelin  @fireheartwhitethorn4ever  @elentiyawhitethorn  @autumnbabylon  @leiawritesstories  @backtobl4ck

the office, early morning.

Glaring at Rowan Whitehorn was Aelin’s favourite thing to do. Something about narrowing her eyes, wrinkling her nose that little bit, and channelling all the hate and anger and dislike and distrust and (just in general) horrible feelings his way, satisfied a deep and yawning hunger inside of her.

So, she did.

Simple as.

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66 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

tell me how you really feel - elorcan.

ao3 || masterlist || elorcan masterlist

word count: 3240

trigger warnings: language, innuendo, slight sexual content.

tag list: @live-the-fangirl-life @rowaelinismyotp @rowanaelin @fireheartwhitethorn4ever @themoonthestarsthesuriel @autumnbabylon @letstakethedawn

her apartment, early hours of the morning.

Elide knows she shouldn’t have done it. She isn’t an idiot. She isn’t slow, nor is she stupid. She’s got a little dose of anxiety but that certainly isn’t enough to prompt her to screw up on such a massive scale.

It all started early one Saturday morning. And when she says early, she means at four in the morning in the college library whilst they are both starving themselves of sleep revising for exams that are in little more than seventy-two hours.

one year and two months ago, the library, four in the morning.

The words are blurring on the page, and she really isn’t sure whether the words she’s reading are about early childhood brain development, or whether they’re about the risk the lack of parental security poses for children in the foster care system.

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84 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[egoschwank]

al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #1229

first posted in facebook october 21, 2023

carl gaertner -- "the pie wagon" (ca. 1926)

"in this painting, the artist focused attention on the laborers who spend their lunch break milling around a horse-drawn bakery wagon in the shadows of the hulking factories" … the cleveland museum of art

"as soon as you're born, they make you feel small by giving you no time instead of it all till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all a working class hero is something to be a working class hero is something to be" … john lennon

"our winters are very long here, very long and very monotonous. but we don't complain about it downstairs, we're shielded against the winter. oh, spring does come eventually, and summer, and they last for a while, but now, looking back, spring and summer seem too short, as if they were not much more than a couple of days, and even on those days, no matter how lovely the day, it still snows occasionally" … franz kafka

"little darlin', it's been a long, cold, lonely winter little darlin', it feels like years since it's been here here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo here comes the sun, and i say it's alright" … george harrison

"and here comes the pie wagon! if you want any pie, well, just follow me" … al janik

#carl gaertner #the pie wagon #a horse-drawn bakery wagon #hulking factories #the cleveland museum of art #john lennon #a working class hero #franz kafka #the castle #george harrison #here comes the sun #here comes the pie wagon #al things considered

[secretfnaffan]

An Unsolvable Case (Glamrock Freddy x fm!Reader) Chapter Six

Summary: You’re a detective of the city, who was tasked to investigate the brand new Pizzaplex where children went missing and employees were fired due to mysterious reasons. What happens when you get yourself locked inside the place with the animatronics who try to hunt you down?

Word count: 1229

Warnings: none for now

Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

“Gregory, I have good news: it looks like you can access the Fazbear online pizza delivery system through that console!” Freddy said as he hurried down the hallway with you. It seemed like none of the other robots were interested in you whether you were around Freddy or not.

“What? How is that supposed to help?” Gregory asked incredulously. You decided not to ask questions after all the ridiculous plans this bear came up with, however, they worked up until now.

“Chica loves pizza!” Freddy answered before he spotted Monty at the end. Grabbing your hand, Freddy slowed down cautiously. He kept shielding you slightly as he walked. It made you feel secure. You haven’t experienced this kind of act ever since your dad died. None of the guys treated you like a woman just because, unless they were hoping for something. It made you feel worthless after a while, resulting in you turning away from others and focusing solely on your work.

Monty approached the two of you, his large frame intimidating, hands balled into fists, eyes scanning the area.

“What are you doing Freddy? Weren’t you notified by Vanessa to look for that kid?” he asked, pulling his glasses lower on his snout. Then his eyes traveled over to you, making you feel uneasy. Monty leaned down to your eye level, too close to your liking, your hand instantly squeezing Freddy’s. “And who might you be?”

“(Name)... I just arrived.” you said shortly, trying to go into too much detail.

“Hm… well, (Name), when you get tired of my friend here, you’re welcome to join me in the golf course.” Monty winked before walking past Freddy. Furrowing your eyebrows, you tightened your hold on Freddy’s paw. Like he felt it, the large animatronic bear leaned down and slid his large hand across your back.

“I’m here, don’t be afraid, (Name).” he rumbled. Somehow, that did reassure you.

“I found the loading dock… but nothing is here.” Gregory announced. “There are some big garage doors, but I don’t see a way to get out.”

“Do you see a set of controls?”

Looking up at Freddy, you were unsure if you should let Gregory do everything on his own. He was still just a kid after all and he could get caught by the others. The end results were something you didn’t want to actually happen.

“I think so… There’s a funny locked box with a badge on it.”

“Those are the loading dock controls.” Freddy suddenly stopped in front of you, making you walk right into his back. “Something’s not right, someone must’ve changed the permissions. You’re going to need a much higher security level to get out that way. Come back to me right away.”

Suddenly, Freddy started glitching in front of you, his head jerking right and left, hands shaking at his sides. Stepping back from him, you tried to look him over, to find if there was something wrong on the outside but come up with nothing. He then turned to you, eyes apologetic.

“(N-N-Name)... so-something is-is wrong with-with me-ee.” he spoke.

“Let’s get you into Parts and Service. That’s where you guys get your daily check-ups right?” you asked.

“O-o-okay-kay.” he nodded, trying to stop his head from shaking. Walking through the main hall, where the food court was, you passed the S.T.A.F.F. bots several times until you reached the stage. The large holograms were spectacular, the detail and the visual was beautiful. You had no idea how the company could afford such things when they were barely able to fix the main stars of the show properly.

The management was probably a group of idiots if they thought that without proper maintenance, this place would be able to function. More and more reports came from the security guards and the complaints from the customers were more and more upset each time. Pushing the button, Freddy and you rode the elevator under the stage. You walked down a corridor until you spotted a recharge station, then another area over the glass walls.

Freddy went ahead to show you the maintenance cylinder. He looked battered and dirty so you decided to maybe try and give him a bath of some kind. Though, you knew you should be careful with it, no need to short circuit him with water.

“There on the-”

“There you are!” hurried over the security guard with her flashlight in hand. Her scowl sat deep on her face. You were lucky to slip behind a shelf before she could spot you, but that left Freddy on his own.

“I finally found you at last. What do you think you’re doing?! Hiding a kid?!” the security guard asked angrily. “I found him earlier and left him in the Lost and Found.”

“That is great news! He can return to his family!” Freddy’s acting was… mediocre at best. You could almost see him sweat as he was restrained by Moondrop. Your eyebrows furrowed. Why did Moondrop not attack the security guard? She was completely human, like you. But then… he didn’t attack you either earlier. You watched helplessly as they separated Freddy’s head from his torso, you had no idea why.

“He can’t. Turns out, there is no record of him.” she replied, crossing her arms.

“How unfortunate. If you re-attach my head I will go look for him.”

“His name is Gregory. Do you know why I know that? His Fazwatch keeps repeating it. In your voice…” she continued on like Freddy said nothing.

“Vanessa, all the Fazwatches sound like me, it’s the default voice option.”

“If you’re part of this, you’re scrap. Monty will run the shows, until Parts and Service can slap your casing on a new Endo. Hang out here for a while, I gotta find that kid.”

“Vanessa! Do not leave me like this!” Freddy cried out angrily after her, but Vanessa was nowhere to be seen as she slid through a door and disappeared. Grabbing your gun, you walked out from behind the shelf and went over to Freddy. “(Name)! Can you please help me out here? I could use some help.”

“Oh, Freddy… I’m sorry that they’re so rude.” you sighed. “Now tell me how to put your head back on your neck.”

Listening to the instructions, you did as he and the strange maintenance voice said. Pushing the right buttons and pulling the right levers was quite easy. Freddy got out of the cylinder quickly and leaned down to your level, pulling you in his arms in a hug.

“What’s up big guy?” you chuckled. “Don’t you want a nice wash and waxing? You look a little worn.”

“Thank you.” he breathed silently, as silently as possible. “No one’s been nice to me… since… Bo- my friend left…”

“You mean Bonnie?” you asked, patting his hand. “Let me get into this computer here, I might find more evidence and… I am sure they all have your A.I.-s and many more in store. It wouldn’t be a stupid thing for them to keep things like these in any case.”

“You… you want to find Bonnie’s A.I.?! Could that be possible?!” His voice sounded so hopeful, filled with emotions which left you doubt the fact they were just machines.

“We’ll see, big guy.” you smiled back at him.

To be continued…

#glamrock freddy x reader #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf gregory #fnaf moondrop #fnaf sb #fnaf: security breach #fnaf:sb #glamrock freddy #security breach #glamrock chica #freddy fazbear #glamrock animatronics #fivenightsatfreddysfanart #fnaf freddy #fnaf glamrock #fnaf x reader

[jschllatt]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭

Prompt: HIIIIIII i hope you are doing well !!!! i love your writing sm and would like to make a request !!!! i would love something in which schlatt n reader are both streamers/youtubers and have been friends for a while but they both like eachother and dont wanna ruin it ? and one of them finally makes a “first move” after like yearsss of being friends ?! sorry it’s not super specific but :( it can be any length of your choosing, whatever you feel up to writing !!! thank you and u are da best !!!!!

Warnings: Swears

Words: 1229

Not too sure if I like this one so feedback is much appreciated :)

You had a big problem. 

It was the type of problem that nagged at your brain all day, reminding you of your predicament even when you tried to ignore it. It dominated your focus, making it difficult to even think properly no matter what you did. What exactly was your problem? The answer was rather simple: you had fallen for your best friend, Schlatt. After years of friendship, you found it difficult to keep your feelings strictly platonic—Schlatt was simply too charismatic, too funny, too attractive. It seemed as though your feelings had hit you like a truck, and they only deepened as time progressed. You debated confronting your feelings head on by confessing your love to Schlatt, though you feared its outcome. He definitely didn’t like you back—not in that way. You two had been friends for years and you were going to ruin it just because you had caught feelings for him? No way. 

And so, you avoided your problem until it got out of hand. 

It was around two a.m. when you started streaming, your bright room a stark contrast to the darkness outside. You hadn’t streamed in a few days and decided that there was no better time to do so—you weren’t even close to being tired and you figured a majority of your streamer friends were still online, anyways. 

“Oh, Schlatt’s awake.” You observed quietly once you opened discord, noticing the green dot displayed next to his icon. You tried to hide your excitement as you messaged your best friend, a small smile on your face as you typed, hi schlatt <3. Seconds later, a ping signalled his reply, to which you laughed at as it read, fuck off. That was expected. You were just about to respond before your phone began to ring. Looking down, you saw Schlatt’s contact lighting up your screen. Feigning annoyance, you asked your chat rhetorically, “Oh God, what does he want?”

Answering the call, you tried to keep your expression neutral as you were met with Schlatt’s stoic expression. He remained silent for a few seconds and you interrupted the quietness by saying, “Hello?” He continued to ignore you, staring at the screen blankly, and you were just about to speak again before he yelled, “Go to sleep.” 

“Only if you come here and make me.” You replied somewhat flirtatiously, instantly regretting it—you feared what your chat would look like when you dared to glance at it. “Okay.” Schlatt chirped, then hung up. Chuckling softly, you rolled your eyes, muttering to your chat about how annoying he was. You couldn’t help but smile, however, once you realized that was Schlatt’s way of showing he cared—it wasn’t the most straightforward way of doing so, but you recognized his intentions nevertheless. You tried to conceal your adoration by changing the subject, talking to your chat about random things. A lot of your viewers had chastised you for being up so late, but you assured them that it was common for those who streamed for a living to rely on two hours of sleep. Time passed, and your chat began to flood with surprised exclamations, all regarding Schlatt—had he joined your stream? Your question was answered just moments later. 

On my way.

“Real funny, Schlatt.” You deadpanned, rolling your eyes at the dono displayed across your monitor.

It was quiet once again. Your chat had eventually become interested, for the most part, in your new content rather than Schlatt’s presence, which you were grateful for—you couldn’t bear to think about the man any longer without letting your mind wander. Did he really care about you or was he just trying to be funny? Even though the two of you had been best friends for years, he was quite difficult to read. It wasn’t often that he was serious with you. Sure, the two of you had your fair share of deep conversations, but Schlatt had always found a way to be sarcastic or humorous in most situations. 

Sighing, you tried to focus on your stream. Minutes passed, and your viewers could tell that you were off. They interpreted it as you being tired, to which you used as an excuse to end stream. “I’m sorry, guys, I am tired. I guess Schlatt was right.” You chuckled halfheartedly, hoping your viewers couldn’t sense your disappointment as you mentioned your best friend’s name. Luckily, they didn’t, and you were quick to end your stream with a dejected sigh. Snap out of it, he’s your best friend—nothing more. You found it hard to listen to your thoughts, and plopped down unceremoniously onto your bed, frowning. Why did you have to catch feelings for him? You shut your eyes and tried to push your thoughts away, focusing on the sound of gentle breeze that swept through your window. The night was rather warm and its gentleness offered you solace. However, after a few minutes of peace, your tranquility was interrupted by a knock at the door. You felt panic arise in your chest, startled by the sudden noise. It was nearly three in the morning, who in the world could have possibly been at your house?

Schlatt. 

As you looked through the peephole in your door, you observed your best friend standing on your front steps, his expression one of amusement.

Shit. He was really here? He wasn’t joking?

Ignoring the onslaught of anxious thoughts that flooded your mind, you swung the front door open. “What are you doing here?” You asked quietly, confused as you met his eyes. He smirked at you proudly before chuckling, “I told you to go to sleep, you said to come here and make you. Here I am.” You looked at your best friend incredulously, shocked that he took your words so seriously. “I-I was kidding, I didn’t think you’d-”

“Yeah, yeah, well it’s too late now.” Dumbfounded, you stared at Schlatt in response, gesturing for him to come in once you gained your composure. Schlatt towered over you once he entered your house, a smug look on his face as he observed your shocked self. “What? Surprised I can actually keep a promise?” You huffed in response, crossing your arms as you raised an eyebrow at him, “Yes.” Schlatt snickered and plopped down onto the couch, looking around your living room. “Nice place you got here.”

“You’ve been here before, idiot.” You countered, sitting down beside him with pursed lips. The rapid beat of your heart was not helping your case as you tried to remain calm, sitting so close to Schlatt that your knees were touching. The two of you sat in an awkward silence and you glanced over at your best friend curiously. Instantly, he met your gaze, staring at you with a ghost of a smile. Your eyes flickered down to look at his lips briefly, and you noticed Schlatt do the same, taking in your appearance with adoring eyes. Soon enough, you both had leaned in until your faces were inches away, practically sharing the same breath as you continued to stare at each other shamelessly. You were about to close the gap between the two of you before Schlatt mumbled smugly, “Go to sleep.” 

Leaning impossibly closer toward his lips, you grabbed a hold of his sweatshirt, tugging his body into yours as you countered, “Just shut up and kiss me, idiot.”

~

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[genevievemd]

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

The Year Between - December 25, 2021

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure) Word Count: 1229 Rating: G Category: fluff Trope(s):

Summary: A glimpse into Ethan and Gen’s Christmas Day. Set in the au series The Year Between.

Warnings: none

A/N: Merry Christmas, Peanuts. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday.

The Year Between Masterlist

10:37 AM

The holiday cheer seems to have done nothing to keep the interns under control. The majority of them running around with Santa hats and candy canes, like a cluster of kindergarteners on a sugar high. Ethan could almost add his wife to the list, her excitement for the holiday could rival the Christmas elves she loves so much. But unlike the unruly interns, Genevieve is still the perfect picture of professionalism. 

And beauty. 

He settles into the chair at his desk, unable to stop the smile from forming as he thinks of his wife. She’d worn green today, a velvet dress that almost matched the color of her eyes, her lips painted red, and even with a silly hat on her head, she was still more beautiful than any angel at the top of a Christmas tree. 

More than happy to spend the day running around the hospital instead of running after her niece. 

It’s the second Christmas she’d given up going back home to Maine to work the holiday with him. And although she calls it their tradition, Ethan finds himself wishing they’d broken it and gone up north. Maybe with his father, too.

It’s a bizarre feeling, to want to be part of a family again. He’d spent so many years avoiding the holidays and family gatherings, and then Genevieve came into his life. Giving Ethan everything he’d been missing. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smiling on Christmas in all the years I’ve known you.” Harper pulls him from his thoughts, standing in the office doorway, 

“I was thinking about, Genevieve.” He can feel the heat rising on his face, no doubt blushing like a prepubescent teen. 

“Aren’t you always?” Harper chuckles. “Care to come down to the E.R. to lend a hand? Your fiancée is already there.” 

“Sure.”

2:08 PM

They walk to the diagnostics office hand in hand, enjoying the unusual emptiness of the hallway. The chaos has died down, for the foreseeable future at least. Giving Gen and Ethan the opportunity to head to the office and work on the team’s current case. 

“Wait!” Gen throws her arm in front of him, keeping Ethan from completely entering the doorway. 

“No. You’re being ridiculous now.” 

“You have to. It’s a Christmas kissing ball.” She points to the greenery hanging from the door frame, adorned with a bright red ribbon. “The rule is you kiss whenever you’re under it.” 

“All fine and dandy, G, but we’ve been in and out of this office six times today, and I’ve kissed you every time.” 

“And? You’re saying you don’t want to kiss me again?” Gen raises an eyebrow. 

“Of course not. I’m simply pointing out that it’s utterly foolish to have mistletoe in a hospital. It’s unprofessional.” Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose, not daring to look down at her. 

“We’ve done plenty of other things in this building that are far more unprofessional than a simple kiss.” 

“You -” He sighs, shaking his head. 

They both know she’ll win in the end, and he’ll kiss her under the mistletoe. Because Ethan is completely enchanted by her and always has been. 

“Just a little one.” Gen steps into his space, winding her arms around his waist.

She makes the face she knows he can’t resist, wide puppy eyes with an exaggerated frown. One of his many weaknesses when it comes to her. 

“Stop.” 

“Please?” 

“Genevieve.” 

“It’s Christmas.” She raises herself on her tiptoes, trying her best to match his height. “One tiny kiss and I promise to not bother you about it for the rest of the day. I will hold off on kisses until we go to dinner.” 

“Somehow, I don’t believe that.” Ethan slowly begins to melt, sighing again as he pulls her closer. 

“I mean it.” Gen bats her eyes, still pouting.

“Dammit.” He snakes his head, laughing as their lips meet once again. 

8:50 PM

She’s glowing in the candlelight of the restaurant, and he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off her all night. She had changed before they left the hospital, forgoing her velvet green dress for a red satin one. Her blonde hair now thrown up in a low bun. And for the second time that day, Ethan thinks she’s his personal Christmas angel. Sent to him by an omnipresent being he doesn’t even believe in, to shine a light on his dark edges. 

It shouldn’t even be a surprise to Ethan that she’s making him love a holiday he used to despise. She’s done it with so many other things, it was only a matter of time before Christmas joined that list. 

“You look very handsome tonight.” Genevieve smiles, her eyes sparkling in a way that makes his stomach flip and chest tighten. 

“Thank you.” He reaches for her hand, brushing his thumb against her skin. 

“You want to know something else?” 

“What?” 

“Last Christmas when you gave me the bracelet, I wanted to tell you that I love you, but I chickened out.” 

He remembers, so clearly, the day he bought her the Cartier bracelet. How he talked himself out of engraving I Love You instead of Rookie. It felt too cliché to tell her that way, after how long Ethan had already held off on saying those three words. 

“I almost told you when I gave it to you, and helped put it on. But, I once again talked myself out of it.” 

She smiles wide, “I don’t know why we were ever so nervous to say it.” 

“I can’t either.” Ethan leans forward just enough to kiss her hand. Pronouncing his love like he used to before they finally uttered the phrase. 

11:02 PM

Genevieve comes out of their bedroom, dressed in her red holiday pajamas and fluffy robe; her makeup off and hair brushed through. Ready to end her favorite holiday doing her favorite thing, snuggling with her husband on their coach as they watch a movie. 

She sets her phone down on the kitchen island, with the intention of taking a sneaky photo of them cuddling, and also for it to be out of reach. So that they can be uninterrupted for the rest of the night. 

Gen walks over to Ethan, wordlessly placing herself in his lap. Smiling to herself when he drops the remote to hold her. As if nothing else matters when she’s in his arms. 

“Did you decide on a movie?” She whispers, forehead resting against his. 

“Yes. Your favorite holiday movie.” 

“Wow, you really do love me if you’re willing to endure me quoting every second of The Year Without a Santa Claus.” 

“I do. More than you could ever know.” 

Gen pulls away, just enough to meet his eyes. Her hands coming up to caress his cheeks. “This is our first Christmas engaged-slash-secretly married.” 

“Is it how you envisioned it?” 

“Yes. The only thing that could make it better is if you wore Christmas pajamas.” 

“Not a chance in hell, Rookie.” 

She giggles in response, reaching for the remote before getting into a comfortable position. 

They watch the movie in quiet content, and it isn’t long before Gen can feel herself begin to fall asleep. Aided by Ethan’s soft touches. 

Right as she’s about to drift off, Ethan kisses her head once more. “Merry Christmas, my love.” 

“Merry Christmas.” 

A/N: Happy Holidays, peanuts. Hope Santa was good to you!

(Tagging Separately) 

#ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #open heart #open heart fanfiction #ethan x gen #the year between #oph au

[baronessblixen]

christmas prompt: (au) Melissa and the gunmen are fighting over the last christmas tree at the store and mulder and scully intervene and meet!

Thank you so much for this prompt! I hope I did it justice. I don't often write AU, but I had so much fun with it. Tagging @today-in-fic

Wc: 1229.

The Day I First Saw You

His mood has already plummeted into nothingness when he hears the commotion. There are few people here in the store; it's Christmas Eve and most people have all they want and need at home.

Still, it takes Mulder a moment to realize that the sound of angry, fighting people is coming exactly from where he left his friends. He sighs, making his way back to them.

He didn't want to come here in the first place. Why do they need a tree now? When Christmas is almost over anyway? They had three weeks to buy one. Mulder couldn't care less. For the tree or the festivities. He shouldn't have asked the Lone Gunmen if he could spend Christmas with them in the first place. Looks like he's still always making the wrong choices.

There they are: Frohike, Byers and Langley, who is wearing a Santa hat and clinging to a shrimpy fir, looking ridiculous.

"We saw it first!" He complains now, his glasses fogging up from his fury.

"You did not!" A woman with long, wavy hair retorts, trying to push him away.

"Please refrain from violence," Byers says, sounding anxious.

"This is my tree," the woman says. "Its aura is clearly attuned to mine."

"Its what?" Langley asks, exchanging looks with his friends. Mulder can no longer stand here and do nothing. He takes a step forward, opens his mouth and-

"Stop fighting about the damn tree," a voice that's decidedly not his own says. "We can go somewhere else, Missy." It's another woman, smaller than her companion, with hair that looks like a golden autumn sunset. Mulder finds himself gaping at her.

"It has to be this tree," the woman - Missy, Mulder thinks - sobs and gives Langley a death glare. Mulder doubts he can even see it, considering how fogged up his glasses are by now.

"We need this tree," Frohike says, stepping forward. It's three against two and Mulder has never been one to fight unfair.

"Actually, we don't," he says, causing everyone to stare at him. The woman, the tiny, feisty one, looks him up and down as if appraising him. He wants her to like what he sees even though she's a complete stranger.

"What are you doing?" Langley asks.

"How about," Mulder clears his throat, buying himself some time. "We, um- you know. The two of us will discuss it and make a decision." He points at the smaller woman, whose eyebrows shoot to the sky.

"We?" She asks, pointing back at him.

"Do it," Missy nudges her. "I want this tree. It's mine."

"It's my tree but yeah, fine with me," Langley says with a shrug.

"Don't run away with it," Mulder warns his friends and they nod. He and the woman stand to the side, keeping an eye on the tree and the squabblers.

"Hi," he says with a smile, extending his hand. "My name is Mulder, Fox Mulder. But everyone calls me Mulder."

"Everyone?" She asks, taking his hand. Her own is soft and feels small in his. But her handshake is firm, not shy at all. "I'm Dana. Dana Scully. But no one calls me by my last name."

He's still smiling at her - and she's smiling back. Dana Scully. Her name sounds like it has the power to change his life.

"A shame, Scully." He winks at her and she playfully rolls her eyes. Someone clears their throat, reminding them to get on. They're not here to make acquaintances or to flirt. Though both options sound more appealing to him. There's something about her that draws him in, makes him forget everything that's gone wrong this year. Hell, his whole life.

"We're a bit- that's my sister Missy over there - we had a tree until last night when her girlfriend left her and took the tree with her," Dana explains, bringing him back to their problem at hand.

"She took the tree?"

Dana nods. "She knows how much Missy loves Christmas and she just up and left with it." Mulder casts a glance at Missy, whose face is pale and tear-streaked. She's wearing a reindeer sweater, reading 'I'm cooler than your grandma'. This woman deserves a Christmas tree, no matter how ugly it may be.

"The boys didn't care about the tree until I said I'd spend the day with them," Mulder says.

"So the tree is for you." He hasn't thought about it before and looking over at his friends now, his heart softens. They're doing this for him. As misguided as it may seem, they were just thinking about him and trying to spread some Christmas joy to cheer him up.

"Seems that way. My, um, my father, he... he passed away recently and I think they feel sorry for me."

"I'm so sorry for your loss." She touches his arm and when he looks at her, he sees genuineness in her beautiful, blue eyes. He doesn't have the heart to tell her that he and his father weren't close. His father's death didn't hit him as hard as his mother uninviting him. She wants to be alone this year, she said. He knows what that means. There's a new man in her life and there's no place for her son.

"Missy will understand. You take the-"

"No, no," he says quickly. "I don't care about having a tree. The Three Stooges did that all on their own. You have the tree. I want you to have it. It's my Christmas wish."

"Your Christmas wish, huh? Anyone ever tell you you're full of shit, Fox Mulder?" There's a twinkle in her eyes that fills him with new hope. Whatever challenges she's throwing at him, he wants to take them.

"Oh, you'd be surprised."

"Would I be?"

"Hey Mulder," Langley yells, interrupting their moment. "Can we take this tree home now?"

"Sorry, boys." Langley groans but gives over the tree to Missy who, in a fit of giddy excitement, hugs not only Langley but also Frohike and Byers.

"So this is it then," he says, reluctant to say goodbye.

"I guess so. Unless... what are you doing on New Year's Eve? Feel free to decline but Missy always throws a party. It's fun and it's my last day hurrah before I start my new job. Why don't you come? You can bring your friends too? Just as a peace offering for stealing the last tree from you."

"I'd love that," he says, his heart in his throat, his hands sticky like a teenager's. He watches her scribble down a phone number and an address.

"I hope I'll see you again... Mulder." She hands him the piece of paper with a big smile before she joins her sister to help her with the fir.

"Mulder, what the fuck happened here?" Langley asks him, hitting his shoulder. But he's still thinking about the way she said his name. He wants to hear it again.

"She was hot," Frohike throws in unnecessarily.

"Now we need to change our plans for Christmas," Byers says with a sigh.

Mulder is still holding the piece of paper, not listening at all. He still feels the touch of Dana Scully's hand as it brushed his.

He will have to see her again because she just walked out of this store not just with a Christmas tree but his heart, too.

#ficmas2021 #this really was so much fun omg who knew! #thank you so much anon #hope you like it #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[optimisticplb]

The Truth About Love

Pairing: Chifuyu/Kazutora

Summary: Chifuyu helps Kazutora understand what it means to love someone.

Warning: None

Word Count: 1229

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Kazutora held onto his cup of coffee as he stared off into the window watching the rain. He enjoyed it when the weather was like this. It made him feel comfortable. It made him want to go home and snuggle under a warm blanket and read a book.

“Hey, Kazutora.”

Kazutora looked up to see Chifuyu walking over towards him with a cup of hot cocoa. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” Chifuyu asked him.

“Not at all, go ahead,” Kazutora gave him a small smile before turning back around to watch the rain continue to fall.

Kazutora took a sip of his coffee and let out a quiet sigh. His mind had been racing all week now, and he couldn’t get it to slow down. It had gotten to the point where it affected his ability to sleep. He hoped getting out of the house would help, but so far, it hadn’t. He then felt a warm hand place itself on his knee, causing him to jump slightly. When he turned back, he saw that it was Chifuyu.

“What’s got you so down today?” Chifuyu asked softly, smiling up at him. It was the same smile that always made his heart leap. Kazutora didn’t like a lot of things in life, but he did like Chifuyu’s smile.

“Just thinking about things,” Kazutora answered, looking away for a moment.

“About what?” Chifuyu cocked his head, trying to get a better look at the man.

Kazutora didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he took another sip of his coffee. His mind started to race again, and he tried to keep up with it. Chifuyu noticed that Kazutora seemed upset, but he wasn’t sure why. He waited patiently waiting for an answer until Kazutora finally spoke up. 

“It’s nothing important,” Kazutora answered quietly.

“Bullshit. You can tell me anything, Kazutora, you know that, right?” Chifuyu told him softly as he looked over at him.

Kazutora looked over at him and gave him a small smile, “I know.”

“So, what’s on your mind?” Chifuyu prompted.

Kazutora sighed again, looking down at his reflection in his cup before answering. “How do you know if you love someone?”

Chifuyu blinked in confusion. He had no idea where Kazutora was going with this. “You mean like in a romantic relationship?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, there are two main ways, firstly you just know. Like when you look at them, they make you happy, or when you feel comfortable around them. Or even if you don’t feel comfortable with someone, they still make you smile,” Chifuyu answered slowly. “And the second way is when you would do anything just to make them smile.”

“Anything?” Kazutora questioned.

“Yes, anything.”

Kazutora scrunched his nose, cocking his head to the side, “Like give up something to be with them? Give up something to help them? Anything?”

“Yup.”

Kazutora thought about what Chifuyu had said for a few moments before looking at him again, “That sounds stupid.”

“Why?” Chifuyu’s face fell slightly, “Because it sounds impossible?”

“No, because it doesn’t seem realistic,” Kazutora bluntly told him, “Why do we have to do any of these things just to show that we care about them?”

“Because we should try our hardest to make them happy.” Chifuyu smiled, closing his eyes as he rolled his cup between his hands, “Even if doing those things make us unhappy, it’s worth it to us if it means that they’re happy. That’s what we want, isn’t it?”

Kazutora’s face fell as he thought more about it, “But, isn’t love too much? Too intense? Too painful?”

Chifuyu’s smile grew as he looked up at Kazutora, grabbing his hands in his, “Nope, it’s not. Love is great. It’s wonderful, really. But, if you think about it,” he gently squeezed Kazutora’s hands, “loving somebody is a choice. Not some force. We make choices to show our love for other people. And, if you choose to show that love, then that’s how you’ll make it known to them. No one is asking you to sacrifice everything for them.”

“But, isn’t it selfish,” Kazutora asked as he unknowingly started to run his fingers over Chifuyu’s hand, “to make that kind of choice without knowing their feelings?”

Chifuyu gently shook his head, “No, it’s not. Loving someone is hard but worth it. So, what’s the problem, Kazutora? Don’t you agree?”

Kazutora thought about it for a moment before he nodded his head and smiled. “I’m not sure yet.” He agreed. “Thank you, Chifuyu. For helping me figure this stuff out.”

Chifuyu smiled brightly at him. “Of course, Kazutora. I’m here for you. Always.” He told him, giving him a comforting hand squeeze.

“I know,” Kazutora returned the action before letting go of his hand.

They sat in comfortable silence before Kazutora turned to his friend, “Hey Chifuyu, have you ever been in love?” Kazutora asked curiously.

Chifuyu froze for a moment before smiling nervously, “Yes.”

“Really?” Kazutora asked in surprise.

Chifuyu blushed as he looked away from him, “Yeah.”

“Who?”

“Well…” Chifuyu trailed off, trying to think of the best words to describe what happened to him. He stopped and looked Kazutora straight in the eyes, “Someone who makes my heart race like nobody else. Someone whose laugh makes me want to sing, who makes me laugh. Someone who listens to me when I talk. Like they really listen to me and don’t make fun of what I have to say.”

Kazutora felt his face heat up when he heard Chifuyu express himself, “Oh.”

The two stayed silent as they watched the rain continue to fall. After a while, Kazutora glanced over at Chifuyu, noticing him staring out the window with a dreamy expression on his face. His gaze then moved to Kazutora before catching him looking at him. They both stared at each other for a long time before breaking eye contact and turning back around to stare outside the window again. Neither said anything to each other after that, simply enjoying the rain falling outside together.

After a while, Chifuyu looked over at Kazutora again, “Did you get lost in thought too?”

Kazutora shook his head, “No, I was just admiring the view.”

Chifuyu laughed a little before nodding his head.

Kazutora watched the rain for a little longer before looking over at Chifuyu, “Are you going home soon?”

Chifuyu looked down at his watch before shrugging his shoulders, “Hmm. Yeah, I guess so.”

Kazutora took a deep breath building up the courage to look back at him, “Do you want me to take you home?”

Chifuyu looked down at his empty cup, fidgeting it in his hands, “If you don’t mind,” he whispered to him.

Kazutora shrugged his shoulders, “Not at all.”

He stood up as he walked over to the counter, picking his coat up and putting it on. As he walked through the door, he could hear Chifuyu thanking the barista as she handed him his umbrella. Kazutora waited for him to finish before grabbing his own umbrella and heading out the door with him.

“Kazutora?”

Kazutora looked over at him, confused.

Chifuyu gently grabbed his hand, not looking over at him as they continued to walk, “What do you think about love now?”

“Um, well…” Kazutora paused, trying to find the right words. “I think love is beautiful,” Kazutora admitted looking away again.

Chifuyu smiled at him, “I’m glad.” 

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[edwad]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Why be a communist rather than a social democrat?

because i prefer to have good politics

428 notes • Posted 2021-02-02 18:34:50 GMT

#4

so what are you doing for communism, huh? nothing. me? oh well i'm digging holes and refilling them but at least i'm doing SOMETHING

512 notes • Posted 2021-06-01 22:50:38 GMT

#3

What does work abolition even mean? Like who will grow the food?

it doesn't mean abolition of like, growing food or whatever. the point is that the distinction of "work" or "labor" (which word is used here typically depends on theoretical sympathies) from life activity in general is a socially/historically narrow one. perlman has a riff on this which i think is generally helpful:

"A time-and-motion engineer watching a bear near a berry patch would not know when to punch his clock. Does the bear start working when he walks to the berry patch, when he picks the berry, when he opens his jaws? If the engineer has half a brain he might say the bear makes no distinction between work and play. If the engineer has an imagination he might say that the bear experiences joy from the moment the berries turn deep red, and that none of the bear’s motions are work."

abolition of work/labor isn't about abolishing berry picking, it's about ceasing to distinguish the means to our survival as a separate sphere of everyday life and doing away with the coercive forms that this kind of separation takes (wage labor, etc)

662 notes • Posted 2021-04-11 21:33:53 GMT

#2

What are your views on ethics, epistemology and metaphysics?

i don't believe in any of that stuff, i just make posts

1229 notes • Posted 2021-10-14 00:43:32 GMT

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the problem with capitalism is that it's not good and pretty bad

5366 notes • Posted 2021-03-02 06:30:54 GMT

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