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[natandwandaseries]

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[kjack89]

for the wrapped thing: enjoltaire and uuuh 96?

96. "The Best is Yet to Come" by Sheppard.

A little modern AU, developing relationship E/R NYE comfort.

Enjolras knocked briskly on Grantaire’s door and waited what he deemed an appropriate amount of time before supplementing his knock by calling, “Grantaire?”

“Come in,” Grantaire shouted back, and Enjolras let himself into Grantaire’s apartment. 

His initial scan of the place – cramped and messy as usual – did not reveal its occupant, and he opened his mouth to shout for Grantaire again when he finally spotted him, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling.

Enjolras frowned. “What are you doing?”

Grantaire made no effort to sit up. “Lying on my bed,” he said, in what he clearly thought was a helpful way.

Enjolras rolled his eyes. “I can see that,” he said, with a bite of impatience. “But, uh, why?”

Grantaire made a motion that could have been a shrug, were he sitting upright. “Because.”

“Illuminating,” Enjolras said dryly.

Grantaire lifted his head just enough to scowl at him. “If you came here just to mock me—”

Despite himself, Enjolras held up his hands defensively. “I didn’t,” he said, even though he couldn’t help but add, half under his breath, “Though after all the times you’ve showed up somewhere just to mock me…”

He had hoped to make Grantaire laugh, but Grantaire’s expression didn’t so much as flicker before he laid his head back down against the bed. “So why did you come here?”

Enjolras jerked a shrug. “Your absence was conspicuous.”

“My– Oh.” Grantaire’s voice was flat. “The New Year’s Eve party.”

Enjolras nodded, frowning slightly at Grantaire’s lack of enthusiasm – or really any emotion whatsoever. “What can I say, it’s not the same without you,” he said, which had the benefit of being another thing to get Grantaire to smile and also the truth.

Once again, Grantaire’s expression didn’t change. “Normally it falls on Joly or Bossuet to come get me when my absence has been noticed.”

“Normally,” Enjolras agreed.

For the first time, Grantaire half sat up, propping himself up on an elbow, his curiosity clearly getting the better of him. “So why’d you volunteer?”

“Who says I didn’t draw the short straw?” Enjolras asked innocently. When Grantaire just gave him a look, he sighed. “Fine. Honestly, it’s because everyone else seemed to think we were better off just leaving you alone, that if you didn’t want to be there, we shouldn’t make you.”

A stubborn note crept into his voice, and clearly despite his best efforts, a small smile twitched at the corners of Grantaire’s mouth. “And you weren’t going to stand for that.”

“No.”

Grantaire’s smile disappeared and he shook his head slowly. “Well, if you’ve come here to make a big, rousing speech, you can save it. I mean, I appreciate the gesture, and the schlep, but…”

He trailed off and Enjolras frowned again before prompting, “But?”

“But 2022 was a long shitty year that followed on the heels of a longer, shittier 2021,” Grantaire said, something sharp and bitter in his voice, “which, of course, capped off the longest, shittiest year of 2020. So I just…” He sighed, flopping back against the bed and staring up at the ceiling. “The thought of toasting and cheering 2023, which shows absolutely zero sign of being different than the preceding 3 years…I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” He sounded unusually bleak, even for his more maudlin moods. “I just don’t have it in me to pretend that the best is yet to come when it sure as hell feels like we left the best behind somewhere.”

“So instead you’re lying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling,” Enjolras said, trying to keep his voice neutral.

“And feeling sorry for myself, can’t forget that,” Grantaire said.

Enjolras hesitated for just a moment before nodding decisively. “Ok.”

He crossed to Grantaire’s bed and plopped down beside him. “What are you doing?” Grantaire practically squawked, rolling onto his side.

“Lying down next to you,” Enjolras said, as if it was obvious.

Judging by the look Grantaire gave him, it wasn’t. “But – why?”

“Because,” Enjolras said, tempted to leave it at that if only to give Grantaire a taste of how infuriating he could on occasion be, but he took pity on him and elaborated, “You’re not fully wrong. The world is a shitty place and sometimes you have to do what you have to do to survive.”

Grantaire blinked. “So no rousing speech, then.”

Enjolras lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “If I thought it would help…”

“That’s never stopped you before,” Grantaire said with a snort.

“Sure it has,” Enjolras said, rolling over onto his side. “Because most of the time when I’m giving rousing speeches, you’re not my target audience.” Grantaire didn’t look convinced and Enjolras sighed, figuring if he couldn’t give one of his trademark speeches, he could at least offer Grantaire a tiny bit of honesty. “Look, I don’t believe the world will magically get better on its own. I believe it takes a lot of hard work by a lot of very dedicated people to even inch in the right direction. And as much as I believe that it is work absolutely worth doing, I also know that sometimes you have to tap out, and take a break. Because the only way to do the work is by being able to do the work.”

A smile again played across Grantaire’s lips. “You know that, huh?”

Enjolras smiled as well, his slightly rueful. “Well, I’m trying to learn it, at least.” He rolled onto his back, the motion as stubborn as he could make it. “So if you want to lie here and stay at the ceiling, I will lie with you because facing the shit the world throws at you is always at least a little bit easier when you’ve got someone with you.” He glanced sideways at Grantaire. “Of course, if you’d rather be alone, just say the word.”

“No, I don’t,” Grantaire said quietly. They lay together in silence for a long moment before Grantaire added, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Enjolras said.

There was another long stretch of silence before Grantaire sighed and rolled over to face Enjolras. “I think…” he started, a little hesitantly, “maybe I can make an appearance at the party. Though I can’t promise I won’t bring the mood down.”

“If you want,” Enjolras said noncommittally, though he couldn’t help but add, “But for what it’s worth, I think everyone will be happy enough to see you that it’ll make up for any mood-killing you do.”

Grantaire made a face. “Well, we’ll see about that.”

Enjolras laughed lightly as he sat up, cracking his neck before standing. Grantaire sat up slowly as well and Enjolras turned to glance back at him. “Oh, and Grantaire?”

“Yeah?” Grantaire said, not looking up from tying his shoelaces.

“I can’t promise the best is yet to come,” Enjolras said quietly, and Grantaire’s eyes flew to his. “I could give you a lot of platitudes about the night being darkest before the dawn, or what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, or whatever, but you and I both know those are bullshit.”

Grantaire cracked a smile. “I don’t know, I always found something strangely inspirational in the saying ‘even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise’.”

“Really?” Enjolras asked, surprised.

He deserved the eye roll and admonishment Grantaire gave him. “Enjolras.”

“Yeah, that one’s on me,” Enjolras said with a laugh. He paused and wet his lips before continuing, “But look, what I can tell you, in all sincerity and at full risk of making a fool of myself, I’d have a really hard time believing the best was still to come if you weren’t there.”

Grantaire stared up at him. “There, like, at the party, or…?”

It was Enjolras’s turn to roll his eyes. “I’d like it noted for the record that I was trying to be serious,” he said, a little gruffly.

“I know,” Grantaire said, his own voice just a little too soft in the wake of the joke he’d made. “Thank you, again.”

“You’re welcome,” Enjolras said. Then, desperate to change the subject, he added with a sort of forced cheeriness, “Now let’s go before they send a search party after us.”

Grantaire glanced at the clock. “It’s almost midnight. I think our friends know better than that.”

Enjolras hoped that the dim light hid the fact that he blushed, just slightly, and he hoped Grantaire took it for what it was worth that he didn’t try to pretend like he didn’t know what Grantaire was implying. “And for what it’s worth,” Grantaire added as he stood, deliberately casual, “you’re a pretty big part of my best as well, whether past, present, or yet to come.”

Enjolras’s flush deepened. “Thank you,” he said quietly.

“You’re welcome,” Grantaire said, giving him a crooked smile, and he hesitated for just a moment before holding his hand out to him. “C’mon. We got a midnight to catch.”

And Enjolras didn’t hesitate before slipping his hand into Grantaire’s and following him outside.

#exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #dogearedfriends #fanfiction #les miserables #modern au #new years eve #comfort #developing relationship #spotify wrapped 2022 meme #fic meme #ask meme #asked #answered

[angst-fairygodmother]

48 for Spotify with Joe Velasco?

A/N: I think I lost the plot a bit, but it came out quite nicely anyway, if I do say so myself.

Word Count: 500 exact

Rating: M - heavy makeout/foreplay; implied sexual content; one use of a swear

Spotify Wrapped Mini Fics

Your skin buzzed with the phantom hum of the bass that had been playing in the club. A knee pressed between your legs, and the hard plane of a muscular chest leaning in kept you pinned against the cool surface of the wall. In contrast, the lips that trailed along your neck and collarbone in your lowcut dress, seeking all the spots that made you sigh, were warm and soft.

You couldn't, and didn't really want to resist the moans that his tongue pulled from you as it danced across your skin. His breath smelled like beer in a way that was more intoxicating than nauseating and his laugh was throaty, practically a hum at your reaction. When the light grazing of his teeth entered the equation, you squirmed, thighs clenching around him and hips rolling for any friction you could find. One of his strong hands cupped your ass, sending a shiver through you as fingertips touched the bare skin where your skirt had risen. His other hand tangled into your hair, tugging on it and tilting your head back so that you looked into his green eyes, their pupils blown wide with hunger.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me sweetheart?” he muttered, words tickling across your face.

“I have a theory,” you teased back breathlessly. 

"Oh yeah? Enlighten me."

You smirked and shifted your weight so that you could grind your core against his clothed erection, making him nearly whine. 

"Fuck me. Not that I'm complaining, but I wasn't expecting you. What are you doing here?"

"I had a date tonight," you admitted softly, knowing it might bring the beautiful moment to a screeching halt but also that he knew you too well for you to lie to him.

"Oh?" His face remained frustratingly impassive and his hands continued to wander teasingly. 

"One of the process servers that Carisi uses all the time. Nice guy. He invited me back to his place…"

"Did he now?"

"And I almost got in the uber." 

Joe stopped moving, body poised on the edge of stepping back, the whole relationship teetering on a precipice. You felt cold, compared to only seconds before, but it was too late to take the words back. 

"But then I realized something."

He waited, eyebrows raised.

"There was only one place I wanted to be, one person I wanted to be with: right here, with you."

Joe stayed quiet, his expression betraying his inner turmoil at your words. And if you were being honest with yourself, you couldn't blame him for it. The two of you had been hooking up since he joined SVU months ago, and you were pretty sure you'd both caught feelings by now, but neither of you would admit it and progress your relationship past semi-regular booty calls. 

"If you really mean that, then I have one request."

You nodded, knowing that no matter what he asked of you, you'd give it to him.

"No more bullshit. Just stay."

#Spotify Wrapped 2022 #short fics #Joe Velasco #Joe Velasco x reader #SVU fic #spicy #and just a hint if you squint of angst

[baby-girl-e]

are you still open for icemav fic based on your spotify wrapped playlist? if yes, can i request song number 10 on your playlist? but if not, feel free to skip this request hehe thank you very much in advance!

Yes of course I'm still taking submissions!!! I will be until every one of the songs are written for, however long that takes!

Song number 10 is Always Forever by Cults!

Now this one is going to be more based on the vibe of the song rather than the lyrics! I've always thought of this song to be a very sappy love song, like the singer was just hopelessly in love, so I thought what better way to convey that then Ice and Mavs very unofficial wedding! This is told in Ice's POV and it's unbeta'd and a whopping 3.2k words so.... good luck! This one really got away from me but I love it so here:

Ice and Maverick had decided to get married fairly early on. To any out couple the speed at which they’d talked about marriage was about as fast as the tomcat’s they flew but it really made sense to them. Sure they weren’t really getting married, by legal standards at least, but to them and their friends that knew it meant just as much. Ice had been the first to bring it up on their first anniversary and scared the shit out of Pete but he recovered quickly and said it was indeed something he had wanted. 

So here they were the night before their wedding, sitting on the couch in the lowlight of the almost burned out lamp and the moon filtering in from the blinds, holding each other while the radio played some love song in the background. Tom had never felt so content in his whole life, his future husbands in his arms while he played with his fingers, Pete had a proclivity for twisting his fingers around Tom’s ring finger lately and he imagines it’ll only become more frequent after they exchange rings the next day. It’ll break his heart to have to put it on his dog tags when they go to work, but they have a few days off after the wedding so he won’t worry too much just yet. 

“Baby?” Pete’s soft voice broke him out of his thoughts.  

“Yeah?” Tom continued to play their fingers together, Pete halfway on his lap with his back to Tom’s chest. 

“We’re doing the right thing right? Getting married?” Pete didn’t sound doubtful, but he did sound like he was making sure Tom didn’t have any doubts. 

“You still love me right?” Tom knew the answer, but he wanted to hear him say it. 

“Of course! Why would you say that!?” His answer was immediate and rushed as though Tom suggesting he didn’t love him was akin to him saying he hated flying. 

“I know but I wanted to prove a point. As long as you love me and I love you we’re doing the right thing.”

“But what about-” Tom cut him off by wrapping his arm around his waist and turning him slightly to face him. 

“No but’s Pete. We love each other and that’s all that matters okay? Yeah it’s not the safest option but when have you ever chosen the safest option? I seem to remember telling a certain pilot he was dangerous and he never left.” 

“Yeah I think it turned him on a little too.” That got Pete a gentle slap to the side. 

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” The little smirk on his face told Ice that yes he did. 

“I have it on good authority that you like that.” 

Tom just laughs and shakes his head and releases Pete slightly so he can relax back into his chest. His heart was swelling with love and he couldn’t help but just swim in his love for a moment. He felt like a teenager in love, his whole body aware of the man beside him. Part of him wanted to fucking bat his eyelashes and sigh like they did in the movies for christsake. 

“You and me Pete. Always, forever.” He knew it was quite literally the sappiest thing he could’ve said but to hell with it. He loved Pete Mitchell and he wanted him to know it. 

“Always forever.” He repeated the words back to him like they were the most natural words in the world. He supposed they were. 

The next morning they woke together and had breakfast in their kitchen before Pete headed to Carole’s to get ready. They thought that the whole spending the night apart before the wedding thing was silly, especially because for one they didn’t want to spend any night apart and for another they weren't a traditional couple anyways. 

As for their wedding attire they just went with simple black tuxedos, not really comfortable wearing their dress white’s even if they would’ve for a legal wedding. They didn’t want the Navy to have any part of their day, they had already taken so much. 

With Pete at the Bradshaw’s Tom had time to really think about what he was about to do. What this meant for him. He was about to get married in private, without his parents there, and even against the fucking law. He was essentially tying himself to a sinking ship. Even one of those things should’ve scared the shit out of him but he was as calm as he’s ever been. 

The whole secret thing was a given, they were prepared to live their entire lives together in private. They couldn’t read the future and they didn’t dare to get their hopes up. Getting married without his parents there stung a little, but he’d been prepared for this to be the case. He really hadn’t ever planned on getting married anyways, knowing early on that he wasn’t like the other boys. Now, going against the law was the only thing that freaked him out a little. He prided himself on following the rules, it was the only way he could survive for the longest time, but now he was doing the one thing that could slap him with a dishonorable discharge before he could even blink. 

But he had Pete. 

That’s what kept him from freaking out this entire time. If he had Pete he could be slapped with a hundred dishonorable discharges and he wouldn’t care. Yes he was tying himself to a sinking ship but Pete would be there to pull him up. He was sure. 

He was in his tuxedo and then went to grab Pete’s ring when he heard the door open and shut. 

“Babe you know it’s bad luck to see me before the wedding right?” He shouted out to who he thought was Pete, inevitably forgetting something. 

“Well I’ve always known you loved me but should you really call me babe? I don’t need shortstack beating me to a pulp with all of his pent up small energy.” 

Slider? How was he here? He was supposed to be in Florida for the next six months teaching. He ran out and sure enough, there was his best friend standing in his living room in a nice suit. 

“Slider!!” Tom ran to him and picked him up into the tightest hug he’s ever given the man. 

“Hey Tom, glad to see me?” Tom set him down and put his hands on his shoulders. He really couldn’t believe it. 

“Glad? I’m ecstatic! How are you here? I thought you were supposed to be in Florida?” he hadn’t checked his dates wrong had he?

“I was but it seems that your husband-to-be knows the right people. Apparently he asked Viper to get me home for a few days and it looks like he delivered.” The ever thoughtful Pete. He loved his future husband so goddamn much. And if it were possible to send the card without outing himself he would send Viper a thank you note. 

“Ron, I’m getting married.” It was suddenly hitting him now that he was indeed about to be a husband. 

“Yeah buddy, I’m here to walk you down the aisle okay?” Tom looked at him with eyes that rivaled Bradley's when Carole agreed to let him sleep over at his uncles’ house. 

“You’d do that? For me?” He knew it was a stupid question but he could’nt help it.

“Tom, I’d take a bullet for you. Of course I’d walk you down the aisle.” 

“And I am doing the right thing right?” He found himself repeating Pete’s question from the night before, now understanding where he was coming from.

“Tom, this is coming from someone who hasn’t always liked Mitchell so I hope you’ll know I’m being serious. You are about to make the most right choice you’ll ever make in your entire life. That man that pulled strings to get me here and is currently pacing poor Caroles living room is the most right person for you. He absolutely adores you so much it’s disgusting sometimes. I’m confident that this is the one thing in your life you can’t possibly regret. That and flying with me I think.” 

His friend's words hit him like a truck and he knows they’re all true. Pete is his everything and he knows he means just as much to him. He can do this. 

He tells Slider as much and he gives one of the grooms a pat on his back before walking him out. They take Slider's car so that Ice can nervously wring his fingers together on the drive. They arrive at the Bradshaw residence, which was chosen for their spacious backyard and high fences for privacy, and Ice can see the subtle decoration of white roses on the front porch. They didn’t want to draw attention and if they were caught they could easily play it off as a fancy party among friends but that didn’t stop Carole from doing what she could to make it feel like a wedding. 

“You ready for this Tommy?” Slider looked over to his anxious friend and grinned. 

“More than you’ll ever know.” Ice was the most excited he’s ever been for anything. 

They go in through the front door and find Carole waiting there for them. She had planned out the entire thing, Pete was to go out first walking down the makeshift aisle to wait for Tom at the end. 

“Hey Tom, excited?” She was grinning ear to ear in her nice pink dress and bouquet of flowers. She was going to be their only bridesmaid, accompanied down the aisle by their only groomsman, nine year old Bradley. In the small audience there would be a few aviators, Chipper and Sundown, Hollywood and Wolfman, and Merlin. 

“Ecstatic Carole, thanks for this.” He gave the woman a hug but when she pulled away she had a very mischievous look on her face. 

“If there was one more surprise would you totally kill us?” Tom couldn’t possibly imagine there was more than Slider but out walked Mike Metcalf himself. His heart dropped at the sight of the CO. Had they really been found out already? 

“Take a breath son, nobody's reporting you.” He had his hands out and he approached Tom like he was a wild animal. “I figured it out on my own a few weeks ago and when I called Carole today I asked if I could walk Pete down the aisle. He just didn’t want you to be blindsided in the middle of the ceremony.” 

His fiance was ever thoughtful. He never wanted to hurt him, even if it meant hiding while Mike made himself known before they started the ceremony. 

“Oh, well thank you sir. I’m sure Pete’s glad to have you walk him down the aisle. He speaks very highly of you.” 

“Damn Kazansky, at least call me Viper if you’re going to marry my godson. I’m going to get back to him so we can get things started, I bet you’re just as anxious as he is.” 

“That I am sir. I’ve wanted him to be my husband for a long time.” Viper gave him a look for calling him sir again but walked away to no doubt find Pete. 

Carole followed him with Bradley in tow, as they were the ones starting the procession. They had decided on a classic love song to both walk down the aisle to, not wanting a traditional wedding march to tip off any unsuspecting neighbors. Pete had probably ever Nat King Cole record to ever exist and they often danced in their living room together to his songs so it was only fitting for the opening notes to “When I Fall In Love” to play out softly in the backyard. 

Slider offered his arm to his best friend and he took it, tearing up slightly. 

“I’m so proud of you Tom. Truly.” Even Ron was tearing up. Tom didn’t trust his voice to say much else but gave him a nod before they walked out to the back porch. 

It had been decorated with grocery store flowers and his friends in folding chairs. The arch that usually stood in the Bradshaw garden was placed about a hundred feet away and his love stood beneath it with Viper by his side. Pete was a sight to see and he nearly stopped breathing. Sure he had seen Pete all dolled up but this was different. This was for their wedding. Slider gave him a little nudge and they proceeded down the aisle, Nat King Cole playing in the background. 

He never took his eyes away from Pete’s, wanting to soak up as much of this as he could, and even gave him a wink. Pete blushed slightly but never faltered in his eye contact nor his smile. This man had him in his pocket, he knew right then that he would do anything for him. Give up anything for him. 

He reached the end of the aisle and Ron released his arm. He gave his friend a hug and mumbled a thank you before turning to take Pete’s hands. He definitely didn’t miss the subtle elbow nudge Pete and Slider had given each other. 

“Hi.” He wasn’t shy, he just didn’t know what else to say. 

“Hey, wanna get married?” Tom laughed and Viper stood behind them to begin the ceremony. 

“Hello everyone, you all know me as I was once your instructor, but today I’m here as a godfather. A couple weeks ago I found out that these two had finally figured their shit out and decided to get married.” That got a small laugh out of their guests. 

“Now I know they’ve been together a lot longer than a few weeks, but to me the news was the best I could’ve ever got at that moment. I had the privilege to see them meet for the first time and to witness first hand how much love had been there even in the beginning. They weren’t as subtle as I’m sure they thought they were and I knew they weren’t paying any attention to me that first day.” 

Pete hung his head in mock shame and Tom threw his back in laughter. He really thought he was slick. 

“From that day on, I had hoped they would one day fall in love and well… I’m so glad I got to witness it. Boys, I’m terribly sorry things have to happen this way, but I think I speak for everyone in this room when I say we have your back.” He was met with cheers from the rowdy ‘86 boys, and Bradley joining in. 

“I’ve been told you prepared your own vows? Pete, if you'd like to go first?” He gave Pete a reassuring pat on the back and Pete released one of Tom's hands to pull a small folded paper from his pocket. 

“Tom, I’m not a man of words but I’m going to give it a try. No time like the present. I love you more than I can ever express and I’m so grateful to have you as my wingman forever. You flew into my life at the exact right moment, and saved my life. I know you always say I saved yours up there the day of the Layton rescue but really you saved mine. After losing Goose I was so lost, but you were there to guide me back. If you’ll let me, I want to vow to always guide you back. To be there for you forever.” 

He had said those last words with such finality that Tom teared up along with Pete. He knew he meant it. 

“I have mine memorized so, ha.” He quipped at his almost husband and earned himself a loving eye roll. “Pete, you amaze me. Every day with you I discover something new and wonderful about you and myself and I am so thankful I get to witness your magic up close. As I was thinking about what to say, a conversation I had had years ago came to mind. Back in 1986 the day you had ditched us playing volleyball to go on your date with Charlie, and I won't be holding that against you okay?” 

Pete laughed and mumbled an apology before Tom continued, “But that day when we were walking back to base from the beach I pulled Goose aside to ask him where you had gone. He told me that you were on a date. I asked “with who” because I was obviously jealous, but he said he couldn’t tell me as he promised not to tell.” 

Pete was now actively crying at the mention of his late best friend and Tom paused to thumb away his tears. 

“Instead he told me something else. He told me ‘Tom, I just want him to be happy. I don’t think she’s the one, but I hope he finds them soon because he deserves to be loved that way.’ I don’t know why he said that to me, your proclaimed enemy at the time but I think some part of him knew. He was a perceptive fellow, it’s what made him such a good RIO, but he was especially attuned to you my love. I vow to live up to his words every day, to love you in the way you deserve, and in the way Nick had always wanted you to be loved.” 

Mav all but slammed into Tom with a hug, shaking with tears and he looked up to see Carole being cuddled by her son in the same way. Tears for her late husband evident on her face. Ever since he fell in love with Pete he felt her pain. If he ever lost Pete he didn’t know how he could go on. 

“I’ll make this quick as I know you're anxious for this next part.” Pete had released Tom and his tears were replaced by buzzing energy, he was about to be a husband and he was nearly shaking with the excitement from it. 

“Thomas “Iceman” Kazansky, do you take this man to be your husband?” Finally. 

“I do.” He had never been so sure about anything in his life. 

“Peter “Maverick” Mitchell, do you take this man to be your husband?” 

“I do.” Pete was looking him dead in the eye and he could see the certainty. Deadly serious. 

“Then by the power given to me by Mrs. Bradshaw this morning, I now pronounce you husbands. Please kiss each other already.” He stepped aside for the grooms to have their moment and for Carole to step out and get the perfect shot. 

Tom pulled Pete into a kiss and sure by definition it wasn’t the best one they’ve ever shared because they were smiling through it, but it was the best one because it was their first one as husbands. They weren’t husbands by law but they could care less, they were married in the only ways that mattered. They had vowed to love each other forever and they didn’t need their government to sign off on it. 

When they pulled back Tom rested his forehead on Pete’s and breathed in the moment. Tom didn’t mind if they stayed alone together, he’d keep their love a secret forever if it meant he got to keep it. Always, forever. 

#Icemav #wedding #grooms #spotify wrap 2022 #playlist #top gun maverick #top gun 1986 #top gun #maverick x iceman #iceman x maverick #iceman kazansky #icemav fic #wedding fic #always forever

[uglypastels]

Could I also request Grapejuice with Robin? I’d love to see how you’d capture her with it x

this is my first Robin fic so I hope it's alright <3 thank you for sending in the request!!

no explicit warnings. underage drinking.

Spotify Wrapped Blurb event > send in a request! (masterlist)

1982. Freshman year. 

First day of class. 

Everyone in your class was technically new, but you had an extra disadvantage on you, having just moved to Hawkins only a few weeks before school started– your new room was barely rid of the giant cardboard boxes. So, while everyone might be nervous about stepping inside the halls of Hawkins High for the first time, you knew that they all were already ahead of you by knowing their classmates. All these small-town kids knew each other. You were an outsider, and it was evident from the moment you noticed how everyone was staring at you. An unfamiliar face will do that. 

For most of the first half of the day, you didn’t speak to anyone. Keep your head low and stay out of trouble; that seemed the most straightforward strategy to survive this place. But then, at lunch, that whole strategy got interrupted when someone sat down next to you. 

Her hair was short and messy. Strands poking out at unnatural angles, wearing dungarees and an oversized sweater underneath, which felt too warm for the post-summer heat, even just looking at it. 

‘Uhmm, hi.’ The girl said with half a smile. 

‘Hi,’ you replied, mouth half full with a sandwich, but you hadn’t wanted to be rude by not responding.

‘I’m Robin,’ Robin introduced herself. You mumbled back your name. 

‘Yeah, I know,’ she said, quickly adding an explanation: ‘we have English together, so I heard the introduction Miss Fredrickson gave you.’ All you could do was nod. 

But the conversation continued and never really ended after that. Quickly and rather effortlessly, Robin became your best friend. And four years later, you were still glued to the hip. 

Spring Break. 

The first day of the free week and, magically, the first day of good weather. Yesterday it finally came. A sunny afternoon, but the warmth followed up a little later. Suddenly it became unbearable to stay in the house, so you and Robin decided to meet up. Just hang out around town, and tell each other what to buy with the money you didn’t have. 

‘Tell me, when did stuff get so expensive?’ You sighed, looking at a Blondie tape in the record store. Robin just shrugged as she skimmed through the store’s merchandise. There was a moment of silence between you as you both looked through the racks of cassettes and vinyl– not entirely silent, as the store had music playing. Still, neither of you spoke, just enjoying each other’s presence, showing finds the other might enjoy, knowing fully well you couldn’t afford any of it. It was time to get a job. 

‘Are you going to Steve’s party tonight?’ Robin asked eventually as you were leaving the store. 

‘Uhm, I guess. Don’t really have anything else going on.’ You weren’t the biggest fan of Steve “the Hair” Harrington, but ever since the previous summer, he and Robin had become genuinely friends, so you had very little to object about him. But something about the guy still irked you. 

And the chances of meeting the host of a house party are quite small—especially a party like Harrington’s. But somehow, the chances of meeting the last person you want to see at a party are much bigger. So therefore, you were immediately greeted with the sight of Steve and Robin talking when you walked into the house that evening. They were standing in a corner, chatting. He was holding a cup, most likely containing beer or a concoction with a remarkable percentage of alcohol. Robin also held a cup, but you didn’t even have to ask what she was drinking. It was always the same thing for the two of you. The cheapest red wine possible. The cheapness was an added and acquired taste. 

Robin spotted you almost immediately, ending the conversation she was in the middle of.

‘Here, have mine, I’ll go grab the bottle,’ she handed you her solo cup and almost immediately slipped away to the kitchen, leaving you in her spot next to Steve. 

‘Nice party,’ you said, looking out at the living room filled with drunk teenagers. 

‘Thanks.’ He took a sip of his drink; your eyes never met, and the conversation ended. It was your new record of most exchanged words between you. 

Objectively, there was nothing for you to hate about Steve. You knew there wasn’t. But every time you saw him hanging out with Robin, something boiled deep inside you. 

Luckily, Robin didn’t leave you alone for too long, coming back with her own cup and the remains of the wine in its bottle. Steve immediately saw that as a sign to go, departing with the words, “see you around, guys”, and disappearing in the crowd. 

You took a sip of the wine. ‘This is shit.’ 

‘I know,’ Robin said. You both took large gulps to finish your cups. When done, you both spoke up, simultaneously interrupting each other and laughing it off. ‘You go first,’ Robin let you. 

‘What were you and Steve talking about? When I walked in?’ you remembered how quickly Robin shut the conversation up, and immediately left the room. And then Steve was so quick to leave too. 

‘Uhm, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk about actually, but— not here, preferably.’  She took your hand and guided you through the masses. It wasn’t a smooth passage, as she kept bumping into people, and you lost grip on each other in several instances, but finally managed to get up the stairs and into a bedroom. The music was still audible, but much softer. At a comfortable volume the both of you could keep. It just got so overwhelming sometimes. 

You sat down on the bed, sipping from the solo cup, watching Robin walk up and down the room.

‘So, we’ve known each other for a pretty long time?’

‘I’d say so, yeah,’ you chuckled. This probably wasn’t the longest friendship for either of you, but for sure the most significant one. It felt like it had lasted centuries. 

‘Right, yes. So I really don’t want to say or do anything that might ruin that because that would really suck, and I’ve been trying to find a way to say it in the least destrucitble way, but every time I just seem to spiral down this hole of sentences and my mouth vomits out words pretty much like I’m doing right now.

‘And you asked me what I was talking about with Steve, and he was actually trying to help me figure out what to say but I already screwed that up and I’m still going for some reason–’

‘Rob!’ She froze at the sound of your voice. ‘How much did you have to drink?’

‘A couple glasses, but I’m not drunk. Not in that sense at least. Like, I know what I’m doing— or I’m trying to do what I know I want to do, I just don’t know how to do it– or say it. It’s not that it’s difficult either, per say, but I’m freaking myself out about it, you know–’ she couldn’t contain her nervous giggling in between her words. 

‘Ok, so just tell me. I promise I won’t be mad.’ You couldn’t think of anything that Robin could do to upset you as much as she thought it could. 

Robin opened her mouth and the beginning of a word came out, but she pushed it right back in. She took another sip of her wine. You mirrored her and when you were both done, you could hear her take a deep breath. 

‘I like you– like, really really like you.’ 

You blinked slowly, trying to comprehend the statement as Robin kept on rambling: 

‘You don’t even have to say anything back, I really don’t expect it. And if you don’t want to be friends anymore, I totally get that, but I couldn’t keep it in anymore because everytime we’re together my heart just explodes and my head spins so here’s my trying to sort all of that out by being honest–what?’ She only stopped talking when you got off the bed. 

‘Don’t be mad,’ you said, softly, before cupping her face and gently kissing her. It was brief, sweet, and both of you melted into it. Then, when you pulled away, ‘And yeah, you’re right, I don’t want to be friends anymore.’

‘What?’ She blinked, dazed and confused, but you quickly elaborated before breaking Robin’s heart into a million pieces. 

‘“Just friends” won’t cut it. I really like you too.’ And you kissed her again. 

the end

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[pipitwrites]

17 🥰

“roll with me” by charli xcx. a little galex as a treat <3

George has been lost by himself for the last hour, clutching the half drunk beer in his hand for a sense of purpose as he makes his way through the crowded frat house. Alex had become quickly enmeshed with some of the other Thai students at the international students’ orientation and had disappeared with them about five minutes after they had managed to slip into what has so far been a depressingly plebeian den of iniquity.

Somehow, when George had pictured his bright college years, he had expected a bit more sophistication like in his dad’s stories about secret societies and political debate clubs. He’d also expected it to be him at Alex’s side while Alex made disdainful comments about the American drinking age.

“Georgie!” Alex’s face is flushed as he comes up behind George and ends up leaning heavily on George’s shoulder, mouth shiny and wet. George thinks a bit meanly that he looks exactly like every wasted frat boy he’s ever mocked, but the thought slips away when Alex presses impossibly closer into George. “Let’s get out of here,” he says, lips brushing against George’s hair, and all George can do is nod, heart caught in his throat.

#gr63 #aa23 #george/alex #my fic #f1 fic #spotify wrapped 2022 meme #boxboxlewis #sorry they're horrible ivy league kids because i know nothing about the british university system sdklfjljg #galex #replies

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

Adrien begins his book tour by reading from his best seller autobiography.

Spotified Wrapped 2022

#Bre's Fics #Spotified Wrapped 2022 #Adrinette #Adrienette #Post Hawk Moth Defeat #Fluff and Hurt/Comfort #Tumblr Ask

[jimilter]

I posted 2,925 times in 2022

397 posts created (14%)

2,528 posts reblogged (86%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jimilter

@jung-koook

@rkivedfiles

@yooboobies

@kth1

I tagged 2,909 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#c: gif - 1,408 posts

#i queued be your genie - 1,362 posts

#not q - 791 posts

#jimin - 555 posts

#the feeling is mutual 💝 - 369 posts

#yoongi - 318 posts

#guk - 313 posts

#c: ask - 293 posts

#hobi - 228 posts

#seokjin - 226 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#and i realize that this post was meant for artists that i fixated on too late before october but pls. i needed more taylor on there 😭

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

feel your touch (m) | p.jm. | one-shot

🎵 blinding lights by the weeknd shameless by camila cabello

1,059 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#4

captivity (m) | p.jm. | one-shot

pairing: jimin x reader

rating: m (18+)

genre: smut | humor | fluff | slight angst | strangers to lovers!au | mafioso!jimin | kidnapper!jimin 

summary: Maybe you shouldn’t be so attracted to one of your kidnappers and maybe you shouldn’t give in to his advances – but Park Jimin is way too irresistibly sexy and persistent in his pursuit of you for his own good. 

1,233 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

#3

relax for me (m) | p.jm. | one-shot

You came home from a tiring workday and your boyfriend offered to give you a massage to relax – which you didn’t think much of because Park Jimin is known to be selflessly kind while also being a pervert, the exact two behaviors a massage would exemplify. But maybe you should think more about how skilled his hands felt… almost extraordinarily skilled. Is your boyfriend hiding something from you?

1,527 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

#2

disaster management | j.jk. | one-shot (m)

An important investor wants to withdraw from a future project at Jeon Security, and you, the company's President, are to handle things before they blow over. A task that would have been easy despite the meeting’s location being the investor’s daughter’s wedding. Only – the presence of your unruly CEO, Jeon Jungkook, by your side the entire night when paired with alcohol… may lead to way bigger disasters than what the two of you can manage.

2,699 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

put it on me (m) | p.jm. | one-shot

When you signed up to model your cleavage for a jewelry commercial, no one bothered to tell you it wasn’t gonna be a solo shoot. It’s unfair being blindsided and you want to protest, but A-list model and flirt extraordinaire Park Jimin’s steel-cut abs have you kinda tongue-tied. And then you get kinda too busy thinking of other ways in which you’d like him to shut you up.

2,992 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS <3 #ahhh i am my most reblogged blog #bangtan taught me self love so well :] #mannnn i really created 397 posts??? wow... that's more than a post per day tf #and the top posts... #4 out of 5 are jimin fics are we surprised :| #OH and my longest tag pls 💀 crying abt my spotify wrapped that didn't have tay as my top artist lmfaO #tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[vwritesaus]

literally no one asked but here's my spotify wrap 2022 bc why not ✨ can't say i'm surprised by any of it but.....

*looks at the defenders theme being played 620 times*

i can explain—

#spotify #spotify wrapped #spotify wrap 2022 #kpop #bts #ateez #stray kids #marvel's defenders #i was working on an au inspired by the netflix defenders verse #particularly daredevil #and so my logic was 'okay let's listen to the main theme bc that shit is so fire' #and it just ended up being played on loop while i wrote the first chapter of the fic LOL #also i can't say rich brian is a surprise entry there bc the shang-chi official album??? #every single song on there is so good i've listened to it on repeat so much

[cosmicallyavg]

they actually did 101 songs in the playlist so what's ur 101st?

yeah i saw it said "plus an extra" which is cool i guess? you get to see the one song that didn't quite make it

anyways it's west coast - imagine dragons

#🥲 totally fine #totally not thinking about my fic thats titled after a lyric from the song #totally not thinking about thasmin #bc that song is so thasmin coded #😩😩😩 #asks #anonymous #ask games #spotify wrapped 2022

[kjack89]

2022 Spotify Wrapped Fic Meme

I had a lot of fun with these last year, so I figured I’d bring this back now that the 2022 Spotify Wrapped has dropped.

Send me a ship and a number 1-100 and I’ll write a drabble based (loosely) on the corresponding song from my 2022 top 100 on Spotify.

#ask meme #Spotify wrapped #Spotify wrapped 2022 #fic meme #FULL DISCLOSURE there is a lot of overlap from last year #because I like to listen to the same songs as I did 20+ years ago sue me #anyway I reserve the right to not write a new fic if you send me a number that matches one from last year #as a trade off I will post a link to last year’s fic #so you can mock me for that song being on my top 100 2+ years running #seems fair to me

[angst-fairygodmother]

with Nathan Young for @anon242000

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out darling, I have been having A Time these last few weeks. I hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 442

Rating: G - no warnings? I mean, don't try this at home, but it's Misfits so I feel like that goes without saying

Spotify Wrapped Mini Fics

Nathan Young wasn’t just a person. He was a force of nature, an experience, an impossibility. He was loud and fast and your lungs burned to keep up as he went sprinting and screaming through the world, sometimes literally. It was hard not to love him, even for the people that didn’t even seem to like him sometimes like Alisha or Curtis, and you had given up trying. 

“Come on, y/n, your turn!” he called, encouraging you to try and surf down the ice-slick ramp of the car park on one of the lunch trays pilfered from the community center cafeteria. 

Everything Nathan did was called. Or shouted. Sometimes laughed. It was bright, burning at the core and pulling you, and the others, like a moth to a flame. 

You smiled at him, heart fizzing when he returned the expression from the base of the incline. You glanced at the rest of your friends: Kelly bored and staring out over the lake, Alisha shivering in her denim jacket that was much too light for the season, Simon filming everyone's runs, and finally Curtis, sighing as if he was bored and above it all (even though he never really was, and you'd tease him for it later). And then you charged.

You knew it couldn't last forever. 

The only thing more inevitable than Nathan Young was that luck ran out. No matter how you tried to stop it, every king of the castle eventually tumbled down. And the higher they'd climbed, the harder they fell. Nathan had reached the very sky, so of course his plummet would be terminal velocity, and he was destined to leave no survivors. 

But that was for another time, and though it might be hurdling closer with the same speed as you were sliding down toward the bottom, to either stop smoothly or crash face first into a wall in a literal sense, it wasn't here yet. And you were never one to worry about a future you couldn't control. Instead you chose to live in the present, and maybe show off a bit so that you could have an excuse to bask in a certain gorgeous green gaze. 

You shrugged with a laugh as a shower of ice crystals sprayed the group and you skidded to a graceful (only slightly cheated with your power, ice was just water that needed to lighten up after all) stop. Nathan was already bored, grabbing your hand and tugging you along to the next snow day activity he could think of, and you ran to keep up, everything sparkling and bright and beautiful in the sharp winter, just like him.

#Spotify Wrapped 2022 #short fics #Nathan Young x reader #now with winter-y spin #stubborn boy. impossibly frustrating to write for. #but a surprisingly good fit to the song #Misfits fic

[blackbird-brewster]

(If you have spotify)

Show me your #spotifywrapped of this year. I'm looking forward to discover new music, to write fics, new songs to be sad about...

Oh hell yeah! It's that time of year again!! My Spotify Wrapped this year is hilarious bc it's all just songs I wrote fics to. (note: I couldn't stand the eye strain of this year's design so I've desaturated stuff)

116,974 minutes?!?! Love that for me. 1,950 hours or 81 days

Beyonce and Lizzo are my fave artists ever. Kina and Jasmine are my fave sapphic cover artists. And we all know Sara is great for angst.

FIC LINKS:

[Secret] Tara/Emily [Gravity] JJ/Emily [HEATED*] Tara/Emily (with JJ and Pen causing chaos) [She Used To Be Mine] JJ/Emily [I Want to Love You] Tara/Emily *HEATED ended up being the title of that fic but originally it was supposed to be ALL UP IN YOUR MIND

Y'all, this is what I mean when I say 'I hear a song, I put it on repeat and I write the fic based on the song' s vibe'

The blue ones are all fic title/inspo. The two that didn't end up being the final titles of fics are: ALL UP IN YOUR MIND which I blasted when I was writing HEATED.

Touch Me was the working title when I was writing Between You & Me... Before it became a multi-chap

My [2022 Top Songs Playlist] is basically just the same as my [CM Fanfic Title] playlist 😂

If you want MORE WLW Criminal Minds Jams check out these playlists:

[Jemily Jams] [Temily Tunes] [Jara Jukebox] [Tebecca] [Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) Soundtrack]

#spotify wrapped 2022 #spotify #cm playlist #my playlist #cm fic recs #jemily-in-paris #reply post #about me 2k22 #music #music recs

[boasamishipper]

11, 66, 67, 77, 75

11. Slow Ride by Foghat

66. For the First Time by The Script

67. Falling for Ya by Grace Phipps

75. Scars To Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara

77. Ghosts That We Knew by Mumford and Sons

#thanks for asking! #spotify wrapped #we've got representation from all my 2022 fic playlists here woohoo

[pipitwrites]

98!

so. i do have a longer google doc however it’s been taking me... a while... to figure out some things ;;;; so in the interest of answering your ask before the year 2022 is officially over!!! here is an excerpt of the most current draft (will this change in the future? possibly!!! who can say?? sdlkfjlkjglkg)

“mamma mia” by abba. sebchal, LMAO, i can only be grateful that it was not “does your mother know.”

Sebastian did not know what to expect when he found the wedding invitation in his mailbox, stuck between the folds of a National Geographic magazine which he tucked away for later. The wedding was to be held on a remote Greek island at the height of summer with a picturesque fairy tale village by the water, judging from the tasteful watercolor illustrations on the included map. Sebastian had never been invited to a wedding that required its own visitors’ guide.

“I don’t understand,” Sebastian told Fabian on the phone. “What would I do there?”

Sebastian had only vague memories of Arthur, mostly from family photos on Charles’s phone and the one Christmas dinner that Sebastian had been asked to attend, studiously off-hand by Charles while Sebastian was preoccupied with a phone call from Britta about a possible new book chapter. He had nodded to Charles and then found himself spirited onto a plane to southern Europe three weeks later during his precious winter break, but Charles had looked so pleased that Sebastian had been charmed into rare silence. Arthur had still been a child then, not yet his own person, and Sebastian could not remember ever holding a single conversation with him (on the other hand, there had been several conversations with the eldest brother Lorenzo, each one less comforting than the last, which Sebastian had accepted as his due). In all, there was no reason for Sebastian to be invited to the youngest Leclerc brother’s wedding.

“It can be a vacation. You haven’t gone on one for a while,” Fabian suggested. There was a shout from his end of the call that was not acceptable for polite company.

“I can’t go anyway, I have classes to prepare,” Sebastian said. Fabian remained suspiciously quiet as something exploded again in the background. “Are you playing a game right now?”

Fabian’s reply was not particularly reassuring. “Fuck, I have to leave, this fucking campaign is shit,” he swore. “And you do nothing! That’s what a vacation is for.”

Sebastian found there was nothing he could argue about that, which was just as well as Fabian had already hung up on him. He dropped the RSVP card into the mailbox the next day with a lingering sense of unease and hoped that he wouldn’t regret it.

* * * 

After their second break-up (or third, if you followed Charles’s counting, which Sebastian did not), Sebastian had run into Charles at the small independent café two blocks down from his apartment. Sebastian had considered—rather reasonably, he had felt—the coffeehouse to be his, but Charles had always liked their pastries. Charles could be surprisingly unaffected by such matters as meeting one’s ex-lover in the same bakery that had served as the backdrop of their lovers’ quarrel while being avidly watched by a pink-haired barista, who Sebastian was almost certain had been in his Introduction to Conservation Biology course that fall.

“Charles,” Sebastian had greeted him by the pick-up counter with a creeping sense of inevitability.

“Seb.” Charles had nodded at Sebastian as he took another bite from his pain au chocolat. A crumb had clung bravely to the delicate Cupid’s bow of his mouth and Sebastian had sighed, snagging a napkin before rubbing at Charles's mouth. “Do not,” Charles had mumbled, mouth full of pastry, but it had been teasing, sweet, rather than hardened in the disappointment that Sebastian had remembered from the last time they had been together in the same room.

Sebastian had crumpled the napkin into the center of his palm and had brushed his thumb across the upturned corner of Charles’s mouth. “Come back to my place,” he had said, not quite asking, and Charles’s face had finally given way to a true smile in reply.

His mouth had remained just as soft and hungry when Sebastian had him pressed against the door to his apartment a few hurried minutes later and then Sebastian’s waiting bed.

#sv5 #cl16 #sebastian/charles #sebchal #f1 fic #my fic #spotify wrapped 2022 meme #apeacebone #replies