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#t: the IKEA relationship test
tirralirralirra · 1 year
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To Build a Home
Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: T Relationship(s): Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi Characters: Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Moving In Together, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Humor, very light angst, Featuring IKEA the true test of a relationship Word Count: 2.5k
Summary:
Assembling IKEA furniture together is the ultimate test of love in this world. . . . For SakuAtsu Fluff Week 2021, Day 8, Tier 3: “That’s not what the instructions say.”
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jerzwriter · 2 years
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Ok so plush Italian leather office chair got destroyed
What other furniture has been ruined by their sexcapades???
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Oh that GIF tho... lol
Oh they ruined lots of things! Some more memorable events:
1) The piano bench in his mother's DC Townhome. They were there for a visit about a year into their relationship, and Vivian was going to be in Virginia for the day. Tobias was reminiscing about the torturous lessons his mom made him and Jordan endure as children. Casey asked him to teach her, so he sat next to her on the bench and... one thing led to another.... and crack. It was an antique family heirloom, so nothing he could easily replace. He told his mother he just sat on it too hard and he paid to have it repaired. Vivian gave him the side eye (no fooling her) and Casey did not make direct eye contact at her the rest of the trip. When they left Vivian told them the piano bench would be a small sacrifice to pay if they would just give her a grandchild. Casey vowed to never go back there again (but she did). lol
2) The headboard at T's house. Not long after they were dating, they were having one final round before heading off to work. Casey was riding our boy home and grasping on to one of the wood slats at the top of the headboard when she felt it come loose in her hands. The fucker was heavy, but she was not about to stop (nor did he want her to) so she flung it to the side and they worried about it later. After they... finished.... T went hysterical laughing. Casey was a bit nervous, they were not together very long and she knew that nothing in his place was cheap. He told her to relax, knowing their sex was so amazing it broke his bed was perfect in his book. Instead of repairing it, he took her shopping. She may not have agreed to move in with him yet, but that was still "their" bedroom and he wanted something they both picked.
3) Casey was not well-off and did not have the best of furniture at her place. Let's just say, IKEA did not pass the Tobias/Casey test. She insisted on replacing the items damaged the first time, but when they happened again, he told her he was handling it.
There are more... but this is a good starter lol
Thanks Tash!
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steamishot · 2 years
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last residency night shifts
i purchased a letter board to use it as a countdown to boards, to motivate matt and also it was my excuse to buy one. we are now at 74 days to boards. once boards is over, i plan on using the letter board for my at home connie’s cafe coffee menu. my new favorite drink to make is spanish latte. i purchased coconut and macadamia nut syrup to make hawaiian latte (as inspired by kona cafe) but i think it tastes just so-so. 
i’m writing to document the last two week night shifts we will ever have to go through (forever?). this time around, it’s not as bad - matt has fully rested prior to going in, and all his ducks are in a row for his future. his PD has officially told him he will graduate one month early and 90% of all paperwork for his upcoming jobs are completed. a huge weight feels lifted off both of our shoulders. 
these past months, our relationship was at a low point. the constant stress and lack of time made our interactions tense, short, and at times unkind. we fell into a trap of easily arguing over nothing because it was never the issue at hand. but we didn’t have the capacity to make things better. 
our environment is oddly different now - and even though it’s good, it feels foreign. one night, matt and i just chatted casually in bed for an hour before sleeping, without rushing or being on a time crunch as it would if he had to wake up at 5am the next morning. usually, he would be busy literally to the point of sleeping, we have a minute together and then it’s sleep time. we’ve also been more slowly affectionate now, like hugging for longer periods of time and also not being in a rush for that. not being in a rush to get things done when he gets home and finishes work to prep for sleep. actually having energy on his days off. the re-introduction of a slower paced life has fed my soul. i’m so excited to live a less stressed slower paced life. 
going from like 100mph to 50mph it seems is quite an adjustment. we’ve been so used to rushing through everything due to the limited time that we (or i at least) am actively telling myself to breathe and slow shit down now. choosing happiness and peace rather than stressing about things. 
notable things:
finished this is going to hurt together, a UK series about a junior doctor in their form of residency. it was a dark comedic portrayal of the exhaustion and burn out that occurs in the field. watched this during the same time as matt’s graduating week, a way to say bye 
will be replacing our IKEA couch with furniture from castlery, arriving next week. will also mount the TV within the next couple of weeks
matt received his vanmoof bike - will get to take it on a test run soon
will be meeting T at the museum of ice cream, and meeting a new girl L on sunday for yakitori
gave S some 8lb weights so we can do weighted workouts together virtually now
been slow, but picking up on my accounting courses again
back to doing home youtube workouts almost everyday - with this, my appetite has increased and i’m trying to eat more protein
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benevolentgodloki · 3 years
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@the-renegade-child-of-time​ sent in an ask:  "WHY IS THERE AN EXTRA SCREW?" (Emily attempting to assemble IKEA crib)
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Loki resisted the urge to sigh for the third time in the past ten minutes while Emily insisted on doing the bulk of the task herself. He held the heavier pieces up or together where necessary to keep her from doing any lifting but he had long since learned not to get in her way when it came to following the instructions.
“Perhaps it is simply a spare?” he suggested. “I don’t know why it has to come from that ridiculous shop when we could get one handmade by a skilled carpenter.”
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somegymnast · 2 years
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Established Relationship
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Some Assembly Required (peachpety / @peachpety) (E, 6k)
A relationship must occasionally endure a test of strength, be it confronting an ex, or meeting the in-laws. Sometimes, however, an inanimate object can make or break a couple. Harry and Draco’s relationship is put to the test when they attempt to assemble a piece of IKEA furniture.
Love Is (xErised) (T, 26k) (watch the tags, this is about the saddest fic I can handle but I did love it)
Aurors Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are presumed dead during a mission gone wrong. Their partners — Draco and a pregnant Hermione — refuse to believe that they're gone, even after a year of their absence. A tale of loss, longing and love, with a happy ending.
On the Balcony (firethesound / @firethesound​) (E, 3k)
Life had been hectic for both of them lately, and Harry was looking forward to a quiet evening at home. Having a romantic dinner on the balcony of their flat sounded like just the thing.
By Your Hands (GiRa / @chaoticowlpost​) (E, 7k)
After being together for months, Draco wants to try going a step further with Harry. The only problem is that he actually has no idea what he's doing - but thankfully Harry is more than happy to guide him through it.
Like Gold (The_Sinking_Ship / @the-sinking-ship​) (E, 4k)
Draco runs away from home on the back of his boyfriend’s motorbike.
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thedrarrylibrarian · 3 years
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hi! do you have any fics which are harry-centric? a lot of drarry fics are draco-centric, which is totally cool, but i’d really like to read a few harry-centric ones. thank you for your time!<3
Hello! Your holds have arrived!
I love reading from Harry's point of view. It reminds me of the original books I fell in love with, which were of course, from Harry's view. I hope these fics are what you were looking for and that you can relive a bit of the nostalgia that I felt while reading them.
Harry Centric
Rotten Work by @prolix- (792 words, rated T)
You tell Ron and Hermione that it's nothing, that it'll pass. You're just exhausted. It’s more than that, of course it is, but they don't question it. And you learn to hide the fact that you can still be found hunched over your kitchen sink after a party, fat tears rolling down your face, years after the war has passed.
5 + 1 | Promise I'll Be the Cure by @janieohio (6,055 words, rated T)
Through the years, Harry finds himself growing closer to Draco, eventually becoming friends. If only Harry could figure out why every time he needs somebody, Draco’s the one who's there.
all your kind they're coming clean by @tasteofshapes (6,335 words, rated T)
It’s the small grunt of pain that echoes through the empty locker room that gives Malfoy away. The air in the locker room is still heavy and damp with steam, and it clings uncomfortably to Harry's skin; condenses into tiny drops of water that run down his bare chest. He wipes it away absently, still listening, and hears it again.
Some Assembly Required by @peachpety (6,549 words, rated E)
A relationship must occasionally endure a test of strength, be it confronting an ex, or meeting the in-laws. Sometimes, however, an inanimate object can make or break a couple. Harry and Draco’s relationship is put to the test when they attempt to assemble a piece of IKEA furniture.
And They Say Romance is Dead by @static-abyss (9,767 words, rated E)
Harry is in love with Draco Malfoy. This is, quite possible, the worst thing that could have ever happened to him. Not because he doesn't want to love Draco but because now that Harry knows, he doesn't know how he's supposed to tell him.
Can't Fight this Feeling by @writcraft (10,998 words, rated E)
A year may have passed, but Harry Potter definitely isn't over Draco Malfoy.
Solarium de Caritate by violenttulips (12,172 words, rated M)
Harry Potter hates Ministry Events. This is a well-known, indisputable fact. That is, until he and Draco Malfoy get to talking at one, and he's surprised to find himself having a decent time...
Defence Against the Dark Arts | Old Habits by @bottseveryflavorbeans (18,253 words, rated M)
Harry Potter lives a simple life. He quit Auror training to become the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts and he loves it. He loves being an uncle to Rose, Hugo, Victoire, and Teddy. His only complaint—he is the eternal bachelor, unable to find anyone he wants to settle down with. To be honest, he isn’t really looking all that hard. That is until Draco Malfoy is taken on as Madam Pomfrey’s apprentice bringing with him memories that Harry would rather not think about…like that night Draco Malfoy seduced him on the Quidditch Pitch eighth year and never called.
Astronomy | Never Let It Fade Away by @drarrelie (29,372 words, rated M)
If a dying enemy knocked on your door, would you tell them to fuck off or would you try to help them? When it happens to Harry, he is dead set on the former — until Malfoy falls unconscious right there on Harry’s doorstep and changes Harry’s life forever.
On Your Shore by @xanthippe74 (35,113 words, rated M)
Clearing out a remote house full of cursed collectibles in the Outer Hebrides? Not a problem for an experienced curse breaker like Harry Potter. Spending a week with the straight, happily-married man that he’s starting to have feelings for? And sharing a bed with him at night? Surely Harry can handle that, too. But both the house and Draco Malfoy have secrets to uncover, and Harry might be in deeper water than he thought.
Unseen by @jackvbriefs (47,233 words, rated T)
Harry Potter finally has the chance to leave England and its expectations for The Chosen One behind for good. All he has to do is survive one Auror training conference overseas with Draco Sodding Malfoy.
Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by @greaseonmymouth (96,144 words, rated T)
Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.
❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️
Lots of Love and Happy Reading!
P.S. You can find these fics and the other lists been recommended in my AO3 Sub-collections!
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crescentfool · 3 years
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the fics i’ve read in june 2021
happy july everyone! to celebrate the start of a new month, i’d like to take the time to compile some of my favorite persona 5 fics that i read last month into one post!
i’ve always admired people who were seen as “fic librarians,” and while i’m an incredibly  slow reader, i’d still  love to share some of my favorite fics! ideally speaking, i will be doing a post like this once a month (maybe more depending on how much i read). for convenience, all posts of this nature will be tagged with “lizzy reads fic” and “fic recs.”
all fics listed here are from persona 5, and mostly consist of shuake / akeshu fics. please mind the tags/warnings/ratings when viewing the fics; read what you’re most comfortable with! with this in mind, the full list is located under the cut.
all fics are formatted as TITLE by author | rating | appx. word count | brief description of fic (including main ship/character, tropes/AU, and whether the fic is completed, ongoing, or abandoned)
Salted Earth by aceklaviergavin | T | 7.6k | akekita oneshot in which yusuke is a firefighter and keeps stealing akechi’s food. a great crackfic with some hilarious scenarios!
Kiss the Boy, Sha La La La by wingdinger | T | 2.3k | shuake oneshot where the phantom thieves play spin the bottle and akechi is a salty jealous bitch. a very short and sweet read!
The One Where They Go To IKEA by saintorae | T | 4.5k | a hurt/comfort shuake oneshot in which akira and goro assemble furniture together (that also ends up being way too relatable)
Rorschach Test by Elsey8 | M | 7.2k | post-p5r shuake oneshot focused on studying akechi’s character through therapy sessions!
(don’t shoot) the messenger by shouldbeworking | M | 5.5k | akeshu oneshot in which ryuji ends up hearing more than he should. absolutely hilarious; a great way of framing akeshu’s relationship through a third party.
the spider by corrupted_voracity | T | 2.8k | akeshu oneshot leaning into crack territory in which akechi loses his shit over a spider. a very short but funny read, the poor dude does not like spiders!
a journal on how to love (without any strings attached) by LovelyLotus and pana (panaceaa) | M | 13.8k | mutlichapter shuake fic from goro’s POV that provides glimpses into shuake’s relationship and how they develop! very fluffy and sweet, with wonderful characterization! (7/8 chapters done)
Remember Me by Westward | T | 12.9k | a completed multichapter shuake fic that takes place in the third semester, where akira slowly starts to disappear from reality/cognition. incredibly angsty, with a bittersweet ending and darker themes.
Orion by Elsey8 | T | 3.3k | a stargazing shuake fic where akechi is incredibly passionate and info dumps about constellations. super endearing and fluffy!
Scalded by intothefrission | T | 7.5k | akeshu oneshot in which goro rushes to take care of akira after he suffers from a second degree burn. hurt/comfort fic that also features a bit of the leblanc coffee family, and has stellar characterization!
Akira Kurusu’s guide to last minute gifts by pana (panaceaa) | T | 1.7k | shuake oneshot where akira celerates goro’s birthday at the last minute. super cute and fluffy!
how joker and crow survived the coronavirus pandemic of 2020 by shantealeaves | T | 13.k | shuake oneshot where akira and goro quarantine together during the third semester. a wonderful rollercoaster ride that perfectly balances crack and angst.
Make Light Out of Darkness for Me by Zeiskyte | T | 9.5k | ongoing multichapter fic in which shuake are idols! each chapter alternates in POV, and the fic features fake dating and futaba and goro half-siblings. if you like studying the dichotomy of goro akechi’s public vs private image in the context of an idol AU, or enjoy akira’s inner anxieties, this fic is for you!
and that’s all for now! these were some of my favorites- if anyone reads the fics listed here, i hope you enjoyed them as much as i enjoyed recommending them! happy reading everyone!
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takenbyheartstrings · 3 years
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changing of the seasons | tom holland.
[ tom x fem!reader au || warnings. fluff, swearing, angst, implications of sex, the reader drinking || wc. 5.2k (this is a bit of a long one LMAO)  ] a/n. it’s currently 4:52 in the morning, so my apologies if this is so sloppy, but I’m writing it and heading straight to bed, praying there’s no major grammatical errors. Now, ik that uni doesn’t have frats or whatever, but it’s an au so idrc about accuracy ANYWAY, goodnight to all <3
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W I N T E R
YOUR BREATH HITCHED AGAINST THE COLD AIR OF THE NIGHT, this cold of a day in London was not unusual, not welcomed, nor un-welcomed. You sort of loved the cold days, even if it rained so much that it was almost impossible to leave the house. It brings a sense of home to you and your roommate.
The same roommate who tried to join one of those sororities. But then chickened out last minute ‘Those girls are so fucking intimidating... I dunno how anyone does it!’ You laugh as you remember the day she came back to the dorm in shambles, only slightly tipsy. She really was the party type - but you had obligated to stay back at the dorm and watch Netflix or something, she found you coddled watching and reading. It wasn’t an unusual state for you at all, and you partied sometimes, Katie had mocked you previously, for acting as if you’re ‘Not like other girls.’ But you had to disagree, she was being ridiculous.
But that’s not where the story starts, ironically; the story starts at one of those terrible parties. Katie had dressed you in a nice pair of high waisted jeans and a tank top. You felt like you were wearing a little too less, which wasn’t a bad thing at all. You were just a little shy, so you slipped a jacket on top. In your defence: ‘Kate! It’s freezing outside!’
You were at a party where everyone knew you as the smartest kid in possibly the grade - you weren’t bullied or anything, but you weren’t popular either. Everyone knew you, and you knew them. You weren’t friends with them, but you weren’t not friends with them - you were the middle ground; the mediocre.
But in the whole time you were at this party, you managed to see the one person you didn’t like at all, and who didn’t like you.
Tom Holland was a stuck-up brat who didn’t know any better than to slack off in class, drink until so drunk he could barely speak properly, make comments about people that were anything but nice, and to make things even better, cheated on his girlfriend, and still, no matter how much he annoyed you, how much he despised you, how much the two of you tried to avoid each other... the two of you always managed to get in each other’s way.
You didn’t even knew how Tom Holland managed to slither his way into your life. But he did, and although the two of you disliked each other (although, it’s not a strong enough word), he always needed. your. help.
You saw it coming when he walked up to you at that stupid party, “What do you want, Thomas?” You questioned, your arms crossed over your jacket like they had been the whole night, a red solo cup sat in your hand.
“I need your help, passing another class.” He speaks and you can’t help but roll your eyes, you had a tutoring service, you knew what you were getting yourself into - but you didn’t think this one particular person would keep coming back for every test. There had to be something he was good at! How would he have gotten into uni if he weren’t?
You chuckled, “Is there seriously nothing you can do on your own?” You question him airing your thoughts.
You’re sat in a corner, and Tom is a charmer, so naturally, his hand leans onto the wall, keeping you in your place, he’s wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt that suggests he’ll be sleeping in it tonight after he’s blacked out on his own bed, “Look, princess,” He almost spits, “Help me out, it’s the least you can do for me, after all, you’re the one making the money.”
and although, ALTHOUGH, you hate Thomas Stanley Holland with almost every single bone in your body...
you can’t help but feel a flutter in your stomach when he calls you princess.
You look him in the eye, almost slightly flustered, biting your lip, “Fine, I’ll teach you, just come by my dorm tomorrow at four and we can get started.”
“I have practi-” You cut Tom’s words off with the knife of your tongue.
“I don’t care what you have, if you won’t pass, there won’t be any practice at all. So I’d keep your mouth shut.” Tom takes note of your poisonous tone, nodding before he leaves you be in the exact same spot he found you in.
That night you went home with Katie, she was sloshed and drunk and could throw up all over you at any moment, but you were so tired. You wanted to hold her hair back, you so truely did, but you tied it up and let her be, despite her saying it was okay and to get some rest - you really did feel bad, and she should’ve taken her own advice.
The next day you didn’t have any classes, so you were determined to cram as much alone time in before Kate or Tom came to the dorm room. So you pretty much just sat on your ass all day, typing away at your computer and laughing at stupid YouTube videos in a pair of bike shorts and a baggy white t-shirt. You could see the black bralette you were wearing underneath it, but you weren’t expecting anyone so you depending on your memory to know when to change your clothes. But you didn’t think fast enough as there was a knock on your door. You walked over, expecting it to be Kate coming back from class or from getting Coffee with her girlfriend, but there’s almost so much luck for the world, and apparently, you didn’t get any at all.
“Thomas!” You shriek as you open the door wide, the dorm room was not far from a mess, but messy enough to say, “Sorry about the mess,” You invite him into the dorm room, hastily putting the blankets and pillows back into their places.
Tom walks into the familiar room, one he had been in many times and not for harmless fun. But to get his grades up. But there was a lot of things that you didn’t know about Tom Holland, a frat boy who’s life depends on the money he just so happens to have passed down to him. But Tom wasn’t the disgusting piece of crap you thought him out to be at all. The cheating? It was a rumour made by his piece of shit girlfriend, who just needed an excuse to dump him to get with her side-piece. But he was paraded for it by his friends, so he went a long with it - knowing that what was happening was so disgustingly gross and out of line. Tom to you was a bad guy, but in reality. He would be one of the nicest people you could ever know. Partially because of you.
To make it even clearer, Tom WAS that kind of guy, he’d been sleeping with everyone in sight before he got his girlfriend, to try and prove to you that he could hold a relationship, to prove to you that he was a good guy. He stopped the comments, convinced his friends to stop the comments as well. He was trying to be better because of you.
Tom tried not to look at how good you looked in your shorts and t-shirt, but his eyes couldn’t help following every inch of your body. He was trying his best, he really was. But he had to force his eyes away.
Finally after tiding up the place, slightly, you stood up properly and spoke, “Shall we get started?”
“Yes, we should.” Tom’s voice rang as you broke him out of whatever trance he was in before. He knew full well that he didn’t like you, but he didn’t know if that was him trying to convince himself, or if it was actually true - anymore at least.
You were sat down with Tom at the desk you had brought from IKEA not too long ago, you had a monitor and PC that sat in front of the two of you as you both worked on Tom’s History assignment. There was a sudden stop between the work-flow when you saw that Tom hadn’t been paying attention.
You looked at him as he looked at you, “Tom, pay fucking attention or there’s no way you’re going to pass and as much as I dislike you, I want you to do good.”
Guess being a nice person kills, huh? You can’t truely hate Tom, because there’s some mindset of yours unable to stop caring about Tom and how he does in school, because you feel bad for him.
Tom rolls his eyes, “Fine... what were you saying?” He tries to pay attention to you but you look way too good to be able to focus, so his eyes just stay on you and your voice drowns out.
You look at Tom who’s still looking at you rather than doing the work, “Tom,” Your voice shakes him out, as you shake him, your hand on his shoulder.
You yourself, didn’t realise how close the two of you were, but as your breath was on Tom’s face, and Tom’s breath was on yours. His hand moved up your thigh - and you let it. He moved closer and closer, his lips finally meeting yours as you kissed him back, the two of you stood up as you’re still kissing the air getting hotter and hotter.
Tom lifts your shirt over your head before pulling away for a minute, “Are you sure you wants this?” He questions you.
“Tom, if you keep talking, I’m going to change my mind.” You say before pressing your lips to his once more.
He unclips your bralette, his warm lips on yours, the winter’s air was nothing compared to what was happening in dorm 4B at this moment, his kisses moving down your neck to your chest, and your soft moans echo in your bedroom, nothing was stopping the two of you.
YOU AND TOM lay there, completely breathless.
‘What the fuck just happened?’ You asked yourself in shambles before standing up and getting yourself dressed.
“You need to leave,” You tell Tom as he sits up.
He chuckles, “Why?” He smiles coyly.
You roll your eyes at Tom, slipping your white shirt back over your head. You sigh heavily as you look back at him once more, “Tom, I can’t even fathom what happened here, right now.”
“We had sex, Y/N, there’s not much to unpack here.” He speaks softly, “Look, I get that you hate me or whatever,” He stands as he puts his sweatpants and jersey back on, “But I’ve never hated you.”
He grabs his shoes and slides them back on, before grabbing his backpack and leaving you to your own thoughts. That was the first time you’d ever heard him say something like that. That he never hated you. You had just assumed he did because of the way he acted towards you. You fell back onto your bed. 
You started to question your hatred for Tom, but you didn’t know how long it would take before your feelings would soon unpack, it was harder to do than expected. You thought it was black and white. But it’s a lot harder, way harder than you initially thought.
You heard the door open as Katie slammed the door behind her shut, checking in on you as her head popped into your room.
“Katie, I had sex with Tom Holland.” You spoke, almost afraid of the words that came out of your mouth.
S P R I N G
THE FLOWERS HAD STARTED TO BLOSSOM, you hadn’t talked to Tom since what happened in your room and you made every effort to ignore him or avoid him no matter how hard he tried.
What happened with him happened in January, it was now April. It had been four months, four months of just thinking. Debating with yourself and debating with your feelings. Tom didn’t make it easier to think about him either. He was trying to grab your attention so madly that it drove the two of you insane for each other.
Your phone didn’t stop pinging with text messages and emails and phone calls from the boy. It drove you mad. 
You store at your phone for longer than a minute while drinks were happening for a little girls night that Katie had planned, “Stop staring at your phone, Y/N,” Katie’s girlfriend spoke.
“Sorry,” You apologised softly, as Ciera laughed.
“Don’t apologise,” She sighed, “What’s happening for you right now is complicated, you had hate sex and you’re scared of commitment to the person you had hate sex with when he’s more than ready to commit to something you’re not.”
You whacked Ciera over their arm, “OW!” She shrieks.
“Sorry Ciera, but I’m not afraid of commitment.” You tell them, “I’m just afraid of committing to Tom himself,”
Katie walks into the kitchen, three glasses in her hand, “He’s a good person, y’know,” Katie sits down the glasses in front of you and Ciera.
“It’s true,” Ciera speaks, “He’s not as bad as you say he is,”
You end up rolling your eyes at both of their words, “I know, but I’ve just always seen him in the worst light there is, rude to teachers, to people, at parties he gets blackout drunk - always coming to me when he needs help, tries to form a friendship, forgets all about it the next day and comes running back to me again, so sorry if I’m a little on the fence.” You tell your best friends.
Ciera rubs your arm, looking at Katie, “We’re gonna leave you to cool off and think alright, we’ll be at the bar about five minutes away, we’ll see you soon.” Ciera and Katie sigh leaving you to your thoughts.
You walk over to the couch and turn on the TV, sitting down you look at the glass of drink in your hand, placing it down on the coffee table. Your dorms windows were open so you just looked at the night sky through them, it wasn’t cold nor hot. A little warm - you wished you could forget about all of the shit that was happening at the moment. But Tom wouldn’t leave you alone, he texted you asking you how you were doing, trying to grab your attention. You had to admit it, it was kind of sweet of him to text you once a day and ask. To call you to try to ask. He left a voicemail everyday too, and they were filled with nice messages for you to listen to. Just him talking about his day.
You thought of what you had said earlier, being scared to commit to Tom. You sighed as your head turned back to the TV, you felt something in you that you hadn’t felt before. A sense of urgency. You slipped on a pair of shoes and made your way to Tom’s Frat house.
It wasn’t late, so you just banged on the door. Out came Harrison Osterfield, Tom Hollands best friend - not to mention the fact that you also helped him pass a couple of his classes, he was Tom’s best friend and a good guy. He made an effort to say ‘Hey Y/N!’ in the Quad or if he sees you on your way to class.
Why couldn’t you like Harrison? you asked yourself as he met your eyes.
“Hey Haz,” You smile.
Haz chuckled, “Hello, Y/N, what can I do for you today?” 
“Do you by any chance know where Tom is?” You queried, “It’s kinda important? I dunno, but I have to talk to him.”
“Well, he’s upstairs in his room, third room on the right.” He said opening the large door a little more to let you inside.
You made your way into the large mansion (well, a really big house, but extra points for the spiral staircase in the middle of the house), the house looked different with nobody in it. There was lots of room to move around and you didn’t have to sit in one corner of the room. The floor was a pearled white marble, something you hadn’t actually seen before. You made your way up the large staircase and over to Tom’s room.
Before entering, you knocked on the door, when you walked in you saw something you didn’t want to see at all, “WHAT THE FUCK, TOM?” You almost screamed, as he looked up at you, fear in his eyes - he was obviously in bed with some blonde bitch.
“Y/N WAIT,” he hurries to put his pants on before running after you.
“NO TOM, I’M NOT WAITING FOR YOU, I CAME HERE TO BE MORE LIKE YOU’VE WANTED FOR THE PAST THREE MONTHS AND YOU’RE IN BED WITH SOMEONE ELSE, I WAS READY TO FACE MY FEARS AND JUMP INTO THE DEEP END.” You felt like you were on the verge of tears. He had done all this waiting for you, so you felt like you owe him some time, time to talk to explain himself, but it didn’t feel worth it.
Tom’s face goes red, “I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU, Y/N, SO DESPERATELY AND THE ONE TIME I ASK YOU TO WAIT YOU SAY NO-”
“YOU WERE IN BED WITH SOMEONE ELSE, THOMAS,” You groan frustrated, calming yourself down, “I was afraid to commit to you, Tom. I always saw you as some shitty person, but after seeing you wait for me taking your time. I’m still not ready but I thought, ‘Hey! that’s the beauty of something scary, you never know!’” you quote your thoughts, “BUT I GUESS I WAS RIGHT.”
You made your way out the door as Tom grabbed your arm, “Y/N,” His eyes looked into yours, they were clearly sorry - but you couldn’t buy it anymore, “I’m sorry.”
You knew he was, you could hear it in the voice crack, the tears that were now running down his face. He sniffled as he held your arm, knowing that he fucked up. Although you wanted to wait, you knew you should’ve made a move sooner. You had so much time and even going into the frat house today, you didn’t even know but you knew you’d never be ready for something like this without going into it head on.
Tom fucked up by not waiting when he told you was.
Although the two of you weren’t dating, it still hurt like a knife to the chest.
“Fucking, bullshit Tom.” You said it. Immediately regretting it when it came out of your mouth.
You stormed out of the house, Tom’s hot hand leaving your skin.
S U M M E R
YOU, KATIE AND CIERA are on the beach, you’d actually flown to another country to do so, Greece was lovely this time of year.
You store into the clear blue waters as Katie and Ciera swam their lives away staying next to each other. To say the least, you were quite jealous of them. Not just because any chance at a relationship with Tom had flown out the window. You were shattered at the thought. The girls thought a nice getaway would do you good, better than Tom could ever. But they were wrong.
Now that you and Tom weren’t going to be together, you wanted him more than you could’ve wanted him before. You stood up, your toes in the sand as you called out to your friends.
“Guys! I’m gonna go for a little walk around, I’ll catch you guys back here in a little bit,” They both nodded, not giving a second thought before you walked away. This was more of an excuse to get away together and have you be the third wheel.
You walked through the streets looking around at boutiques and stores that line the streets. You walked into a few and ran your hand over the racks. You didn’t buy anything. But the thought was nice, as you walked however, you saw a familiar face standing in an Ice-Cream shop.
“Haz?” You asked as he turned to you with a smile.
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, “Hey, Y/N!”
After you and Tom had the argument, you had been avoiding Tom at all costs, you hadn’t however been ignoring the other guys, and the other guys told Tom how you were doing. You would smile and talked to his friends and the second he should show up, you leave Tom in the dust and in the dark.
“So who are you here with?” You questioned Haz.
His smile falters but he catches it, “Just the boys, you know, Tuwaine, Harrison...” he trails off for a moment, “Tom.”
You sigh, “Well, I hope you guys are having a good time, I better get going, Katie and Ciera are waiting at the Hotel for me.”
Harrison groans playfully, “How about you text your friends and come hang out with us?” He smiles, charming.
“What about Tom?” You questioned.
Harrison sighs looking at you softly, “You and Tom need to talk, wether it’s under the influence, or wether it’s sober. You and him need to talk - he’s completely crushed. He has been for four months, you guys haven’t talked in four months, even before that you barely talked.”
“Look, Haz, Tom and I slept together and he pined for me and then I got him in bed with some blonde bitch and the rest is now.” You glared at Haz for even trying, but he was right - the two of you needed to talk. It wasn’t debatable anymore, you let out a heavy sigh, “But, I’ll go, you’re right.”
“Okay,” Harrison smiles, “If you want Ciera and Katie to come, they can.”
“Trust me, they’re probably very busy.” You laugh and wink as he leads you back to where the boys were partying for the night. It came quicker than it left, one minute you were on the beach, the next it was dark and you were at a bon fire, where there were only five partygoers, you and four boys.
“HARRY!!!” you hear three voices chime loudly, as you walk out Haz those cheers stop.
“H-Hey, Y/N,” Tom speaks nervously.
“Hey Tom.”
A few moments later, is what it feels like, after you’ve drunk a few drinks, you’re laughing with Tom, smiling with Tom, getting feely with. Tom. You were telling so many stories about your life during uni, during high-school and embarrassing ones at that. They traded theirs and you traded yours. It was turning out to be a fun time, and then Haz, Harrison and Tuwaine all turned in. You watched as the fire burnt in front of you and Tom, the yellow and orange flame.
You weren’t totally sloshed and neither was Tom, maybe just a little tipsy, a little more relaxed, “Tom, I’m sorry,” You spoke, “What happened between us all those nights ago - It just really hurt, Tom.”
“I can’t keep telling you how sorry I am, I fucked up,” He sighs.
You sigh, “We both fucked up, Tom. I should’ve told you how I was feeling and I shouldn’t have made you wait for me.”
“And I shouldn’t have fucked someone else,”
“You had every right to-”
“NO I DIDN’T.” He raises his voice, “I shouldn’t have slept with someone else, because I am so in love with you.”
You couldn’t believe what he had told you, “Tom I-”
“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, I just- I needed you to know,” He stands, walking away before you can say anything else.
A U T U M N
ALTHOUGH YOU KNEW HOW TOM FELT ABOUT YOU, you still decided to hangout with him, be friends. Figure out what you wanted to do about it. Do about your feelings for him. You felt like you were leading him on but every time you asked him about it, he assured you differently. He was okay with being friends, but you’ll always know he’ll want more.
You and Tom walked through campus, the leaves that blossomed now orange and yellow, falling from the sky - crunching under your feet, a warm cup of hot chocolate in your hands. You had a warm navy winter coat over your figure. Tom linked his arm with yours.
“I’ve got class,” He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket with a reminder telling him about his class.
You smile pulling him closer, “I’ll see you later then,” He hugs you and you tighten it, not wanting to let go of him, but reluctantly doing so. You watch as he walks away, Katie walking up behind you with her own cup of Coffee.
“Where’s he going?” Katie asks you and you look over at her.
“Class.” The word comes out of your mouth, almost as if you’re sad to watch him walk away. That’s because you were sad to watch him walk away.
Katie chuckles, “Let’s get back to the dorm, Ciera bought donuts!” She jumps, excited to go back.
“What kind?” You question your best friend.
She freezes, “Well she’s my girlfriend so,”
“That means that she was clearly thinking of you, so I take it they bought-”
“Jam!” Katie smiles, as the two of you walk, she skips.
This is what you wanted with Tom. You wanted him to buy you donuts and for you to get excited when he doesn’t even ask what type you want - you wanted him to just surprise you with the smallest things. Remember the smallest details. But you had missed it all, every morning, Tom brought you a coffee as the two of you headed to the only class the two of you had together, that he hadn’t asked you for your order at all, or your birthday earlier that month, he brought you your favourite soft drink, even though he hadn’t asked you what it was. Not to mention he wrapped your gift in your favourite colour. But you were so blindsided to all of that. You weren’t seeing it at all.
You got back to your dorm and left Katie and Ciera to watch TV on the couch when you headed into your room. You sat on your bed, as you looked at the shelf that sat across from it, Tom’s present sat perfectly on it. It wasn’t much, it was just a Viynl of your favourite TV Character, he had told you he wanted to get you something else - but they didn’t have it in stock anywhere. To which you assured him it was okay. You sighed at you just looked at it; store at it. Almost a minute had passed - what seemed like the longest minute of your life. So many thoughts had travelled through your head. So many questions.
All of them unanswered.
All, except for one. This question had been everything since the night you and Tom slept together for the first and only time, but looking at the present. Thinking about the late night studies or when the two of you recently developed the stupid habit of meeting in the library when the two of you couldn’t sleep, or just going on walks around the campus - laughing with each other. You were so afraid. But you were stupid for being so afriad. Tom had been a better friend than anyone could have ever been (except for Katie and Ciera of course), you and Tom had a connection that was irreplaceable. Somewhat unbreakable. It’s hard to think that you hated him. hard to think that you found him unbearable. But it was also hard to think that you could avoid him. Ignore him. Stop being friends with him.
But you just ended up together in the end anyway.
So what was the point? What was the point running from something that was always going to catch upto you anyway?
NIGHT FELL ON THE CAMPUS, you weren’t exactly sure what you were doing but it felt like the night you caught Tom in bed with that girl all over again. But this time you knew you wouldn’t. Because Tom assured you he wouldn’t. Not till you told him no. So you took his absolute word for it.
You looked at the large doors of the Frat House that sat in front of you, knocking violently, waiting for someone to open the door - It was Haz, and although you didn’t say anything. He knew what you were going to do. So he shut the door, and you took a step back composing yourself, readying yourself for what you were about to do and you could never be truely ready, but you had to trust your gut on this one.
You weren’t on the doorstep anymore, you were on the ground, in front of the stairs that lead to the House as Tom walked outside. You weren’t wearing anything special. You were wearing your bike shorts and a white shirt. You were wearing white runners and ankle-high socks. Your hair the same as it always was. You looked at the boy and his curls with a smile.
He knew what was coming - but he let you speak, “Tom, for a long time. I was scared. So fucking scared that I pushed you away. If I’m going to be completely one-hundred percent honest with you, I’ve had feelings for you from the start. But I let my thoughts get the better of me. I let myself think you were some douchebag, when in reality - you’re the exact opposite. You’re the kindest, sweetest, most caring person in the world. God, this is so cliché.” You chuckles as he laughs along with you, however, you start to tear up a little, overcome with emotions, “I always thought I was incapable of finding someone to love, someone who would love me the same way that Ciera and Katie love each other or the same way that Patrick Verona and Julia Stiles love each other.”
Tom smiles at the last reference - you had forced him to watch 10 Things I Hate About You on one of those lonely nights the two of you spent unable to sleep and you told him you cried so much at the movie - he assured you he wouldn’t. But he failed.
“Look Tom, what I’m trying to say is that-” You stop yourself for a moment. It takes everything in your body to finally spit it out. Say what you’ve been wanting to say and when you do. It feels so good.
“I... Love.. You.” You said it.
Tom bolts over to you, pressing his lips to yours it’s more desperate and hungry something that reminded you of the first night the two of you kissed. But it was just as magical, just like every single kiss to come, just like every single peck on the cheek. Every single laugh. Every single smile, hug, handhold. Every single night where the two of you will just lay next to each other. The movie nights, the dates.
All of it.
Because every single time it does. Every single time any of those happens.
You somehow manage to fall in love with him all over again.
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mystickitten42 · 3 years
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Happy Birthday Peach! Ten+ Amazing Fics by peachpety
It’s @peachpety’s birthday today so I’m shamelessly stealing this idea from LowerEastSide.... 
🍑 Peach 🍑 , you’re an awesome person and a gift to this fandom. You’ve written so many amazing fics that it was very difficult to narrow it down to just ten (so I didn’t, there is a bonus section). Even with the bonus I feel like I’ve left out many gorgeous pieces. The below fics (which are listed in no particular order) are all Drarry unless otherwise specified.
Laundry Day (T, 2699 words)
Harry and Draco have become close friends in the year after the war ends. Harry discovers he enjoys washing clothes the muggle way and when he switches to a new detergent, Draco notices. A simple domestic chore becomes the catalyst the boys need to take their friendship to the next level.
Color Me Enamored (M, 3952 words)
Draco finds Harry soaking in a rainbow bubble bath and wants to engage in conversation. Harry just wants to unwind and think about his silver fox assistant, ok? Emotions run high and the bubbles can barely keep up.
Sun Stroke (E, 3854 words)
Draco, Harry, and a handful of friends take a summer holiday at the beach. With the help of a sultry sea setting, encouraging friends, and a fisherman’s jumper, Harry and Draco's mutual attraction swells and things get hot on a salty summer night.
Some Assembly Required (E, 6549 words)
A relationship must occasionally endure a test of strength, be it confronting an ex, or meeting the in-laws. Sometimes, however, an inanimate object can make or break a couple. Harry and Draco’s relationship is put to the test when they attempt to assemble a piece of IKEA furniture.
flannel is a love language (M, 621 words)
Harry loves Draco’s style, especially when he wears flannel.
It’s Called Fashion, Potter (E, 2114 words)
Draco Malfoy is not above utilizing every weapon in his closet arsenal to acquire his heart’s desire. Harry Potter is not above falling victim to the power of a sharp dressed man. The story of two pining idiots getting together with the help of their exasperated friends and a matchmaking designer choker.
nailed (M, 1788 words)
An innocent search for a birthday gift has Harry in quite a lather.
tricks or treats (G, 769 words)
Harry schools Draco in the proper way to sort candy after trick-or-treating.
baby got back (M, 286 words)
Harry Potter has a perfect arse, and Draco's has had enough.
yin & yang (Snarco, E, 1556 words)
Snape receives an unexpectedly sweet gift from Harry and Draco for his birthday.
Bonus: 
beg, borrow & steal (M, 117 words)
A naked Draco schools Harry about the true Malfoy motto.
Boxing Day (E, 364 words)
Harry wakes up at Malfoy Manor on Boxing Day and Draco is Master for the ancestral hunt.
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blueeyesatnight · 3 years
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The Strongest Member of the Team: Part 20: Home Furnishings
Title: The Strongest Member of the Team
Rating: T
Pairings: Marcus Moreno x reader (eventually the wife)
Warnings: Language. I curse. There’s cursing. 
Word Count: 4200
A/N: This was a request :) Thanks for the great idea.
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"I don't wanna assign blame but this is your fault." 
"I love you but don't pin this on me." 
"Don't wield your love like a weapon."
Marcus rubbed his eyes under his glasses, “Why, precisely, are we here when I can literally just buy a couch from a furniture store and have them come and assemble it?”
“Um, this is a furniture store and why would we spend that kind of money when we agreed to go house hunting? Whatever couch we buy probably won’t be right for the house.” You rolled your eyes, “Focus, Moreno. I need time for Swedish Meatballs.”
“I agreed not to mock the meatballs but I gotta tell you I’m regretting that decision.”
“Man sometimes I question this relationship.”
He slung an arm over your shoulders and you guys were following the weirdly mesmerizing road on the floor of Ikea. He was looking all around and was getting frustrated by how often you said no to things. He had pointed out the first couch he saw on the first floor and you had scoffed, “Balkarpp? The Futon? We aren’t in college.”
“It’s temporary!”
“It doesn’t have to be the fucking Futon I thought you were the one who was all we’re adults.” You made a mocking hand gesture, “I’m Marcus and I eat off of real plates. More than four of them.”
“I do! And I pay my taxes and vacuum my own rugs and scrub the toilet and I just don’t really care about the couch if I can sit on it and it doesn’t break.”
You elbowed him playfully, “Yeah that’s the line with you. Sitting.”
He laughed and leaned in to whisper in your ear, “How exactly are you planning on test-driving the other thing while we’re here? There’s children around for Chrissake.”
You snorted, “I mean if you think the Balkarpp can withstand the Magic Hands you can throw that money away, but I can tell you I’ve broken the Balkarpp after getting annoyed at an X-Box so like...it won’t stand up.”
He narrowed his eyes at you, “Do you regularly break furniture?”
“It’s Ikea it’s practically designed to be broken. Or indestructible. But that’s it-- Ikea only has two speeds.”
He might have been mocking the Ikea as you went through but he was also, adorably, pulling little decorations and storage elements into the big obnoxious tote he had slung over his shoulder. You smiled when you saw him do it but didn’t bring attention to it. 
You were doing your own mental shopping-- you’d moved enough times that you knew Ikea would always be here, like a loyal dog, and you didn’t need to load up on the knick knacks just yet because soon, hopefully, there would be a bigger space that required more decoration. But you were enjoying your mental cart: some of those little succulents. Definitely that weird crocheted plant holder for your dead plants. Cool mirror. Snazzy little weird shaped pillows. 
It was odd.
Being in Ikea naturally convinced you to start decorating your life, accessorizing it. You looked at a frame whose stock image was a couple, full fancy dress, walking back through a cloud of petals on their wedding day (you assumed, who rocks a veil on a casual Thursday?).
Had you thought about a future with Marcus?
In a couple ways.
You felt that it was both inevitable and permanent and like...a fact of the universe. Of course it was going to happen.
But you also had no idea if it was going to happen. Or when. Or how. You were totally content with the house-hunting. House hunting involved signing scary bank papers and getting pre-approval. There had been a minor disagreement over how to buy a house-- Marcus’ credit was pristine, he had tons of money in his savings account, he was a Heroic, there was just a million reasons why banks were offering him insane money for a house. He had offered to just buy the house but you had paused mid-sip of your coffee that evening and just whispered, “No, don’t do that.”
He had turned to look at you, not really seeing the problem, “Why?”
“It’s not your house, it’s our house. I want to be on the paperwork.” You had given him a rare serious face, “I know my credit isn’t your credit, I know my earning isn’t your earning, I know this will lower our bracket. We don’t need millionaire estates, we need a house with good bones in a good neighborhood and we need something normal. Just like...it’s my house too. You take me with my moderate credit score, my cellulite, and all my empty pizza boxes.”
His expression softened: he hadn’t thought about it that way. He nodding, putting his arm across the back of the headboard so you could nestle in closer to him, “Of course I do...I didn’t know you would feel cut out, I don’t want that. We will co-sign it. Take the credit hit.”
“And lower your goddamn search range, I get freaked out when I see those McMansions, we don’t need them.”
He chuckled, “Fine. Acceptable.”
After a quiet moment you laid your temple against his cheek, softly confessing, “I...I haven’t had my own house...my own house...where I want to stay...since I’m….”
You whistled, “Fuck, since I’m like nine years old and my mom started shipping me to Wyoming because the school was too on her about me missing days.”
He stiffened a little: he really hadn’t thought about that.
He had been brought home from the Headquarter’s hospital to his mom’s house and she still lived there and if he really wanted to he could always crash in his childhood bedroom. Home was always there.
You whispered, “I want it to be mine.”
“It will be, conejito. Yours and mine. Ours. We get to have it….we’ll pick a good one. One we can grow into.” He kissed your temple, “No more hopping around for you. We will find the best place. Home.”
And he had changed his search parameters. Lowered the pricepoint (still a little higher than you liked but he felt like he could persuade you if the right thing came along) and included other details. He wasn’t approaching this like a first home anymore, not a five-years-until-we-decide-we-outgrew-it home. He was looking for a place with Golden Girls potential. He wasn’t accepting anything less than a nice large backyard-- one that could fit a good size playset one day and maybe a dog and still fit your desired pool, he wanted a garage, big enough for a bigger car, he wanted at least four bedrooms, hopefully five, he wanted office space on top of having room for...all the many possibilities. And an island. He was going to die on that hill, he wanted an island. 
And good schools.
And not too far from his mom.
Because roots ran deep, foundations should be strong so that they didn’t shake when times got hard, and he was building more now than just a place slightly larger than the mouse-hole you two were currently squished into.
All of this was sort of constantly on his mind these days, and he had the new house alerts set to his phone, he had already hooked up with the Heroics real estate agent and probably annoyed the fuck out of guy with his texts, and he was looking at every stupid thing in Ikea like it could go somewhere: that is a great clock for a foyer. That’s a good rug for a dining room. 
Then he saw it and it made him laugh.
Some genius fucking kid had taken this sweet little stuffed bunny rabbit and positioned it in one of the kitchen displays looking full Norman Bates, a cheese knife in its little stuffed bunny hand, looking like it was about to stab a cow cream pourer. It made him laugh out fucking loud and he just...he felt something about that bunny was particularly relevant. 
He gently elbowed you and pointed it out, “Look conejito, your people.”
You nodded, rolling your eyes, “You laugh but my uncle once fought off a coyote with only his cheese knife and a melon baller.”
“I am dying to meet this man.” Marcus laughed and when you moved on to go point out the couch he snuck the bunny into his bag. That little violent stuffy had a home with him now. Maybe one day it would get some mileage.
You snorted, “He just is living his life, if we get invited we get invited, otherwise if the farm is a hoppin’ don’t come a knockin’.”
“That’s not how that saying goes.”
“Is on Uncle Dick’s farm.”
Marcus looked concerned, “Wait….is that a nickname or a real name?”
You wiggled your eyebrows at him, “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”
You maneuvered Marcus into the belly of the large sofa section, pushing beyond the organized room set-ups, and plopped onto one, “Now, let’s get serious. Meet Friheten.”
“I feel like that was an insult.”
“It’s not, it’s the Friheten. Despite evidence in our apartment to the contrary it’s usually quite sturdy, easy assembly, relatively speaking.”
“We have to assemble it?”
You looked at him, “Oh yes….yes we do, sweet summer child who has never known snow.”
He rolled his eyes, “Can’t be hard….we shouldn’t get that one, we know it won’t hold up.”
He threw himself down on a much larger model, investigating the tag and then going, “I like Har...Harlanda? We could have a nice time with these chaises.”
You gave Harlanda an appraising look, “Does that say storage?”
Marcus re-checked the label, “Oh that’s awesome, we need that, we have nowhere to put half our shit.”
“Yeah no...we should pass. Spidey sense tingling. Too many keywords: chaise, storage, modular….she’s going to be rough to assemble.”
He looked down, “Babe it’s less than two grand, it’s a good size, we can spread our legs out, plus we can hide shit in there. It’s perfect.”
“How many times have you assembled Ikea furniture?”
“It’s one of the largest furniture retailers in the world, would they really be that big if it was that hard?” He gave you a patronizing look and Marcus was not generally the patronizing type but you knew...you knew what he was getting himself into.
“Ok...on one condition.”
“Test drive tonight?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. 
You laughed, “If you get it assembled on your own tonight I will let you do literally whatever you want to me.”
He shrugged, “I feel confident I can generally get that but game on….I lead a global team of superheroes, my literal job is to figure out complex problems and make them work...plus I have magic hands.” 
You bit your lip, nodding, “Ok sparky….if you insist.”
It had to be noted that Marcus did, actually, like the Swedish meatballs after trying one.
*
“WHAT DOES THE PICTURE LOOK LIKE?!” Marcus was frustrated. You were trying to hold in your laughter.
“There’s an arrow that shows it going into that other part.” You pointed.
“That makes no fucking sense.” He tore the paper out of your hand, “Where the fuck do the supports go? Why do I have screws in this bag?”
“Have you looked at the picture? It’s only four steps.” Your smirk was really fighting to emerge. Marcus glared at you, recognizing a statement he had issued over three fucking hours ago. 
You held up an allen wrench, “Do you need a hand?”
“I need a fucking set of instructions that make sense.” He eyed you, “Stop laughing.”
“I’m not laughing.” You were fighting it off. Really hard. And apparently not doing a very good job. 
He just scowled at you. 
You pursed your lips and bit down on them, really fucking trying to hold the line, swallowed hard to stifle the giggle, and tried to calm yourself, “Why don’t you try your Magic Hands?”
He chucked one of the cushions he had managed to stuff and zipper at your head.
“No fair!” You armed yourself with another cushion and threw it back. Your smile broke free from containment and you tried to wrestle it back down, “Let’s see...after all...it’s one of the largest furniture chains in the world….how hard could it be?”
He cocked an eyebrow at you, “Don’t…”
You picked up the instructions, cleared your throat and read: 
“ENGLISH - that’s a good start, or would you prefer the Dutch? I always found the Dutch a touch more clear. Ok anyway…. This sofa comprises of different sections.-- You got that babe? Many sections. Follow these steps to assemble the sofa: 1. Assemble the frames for each section. Assembly instructions are found in the packaging for the frames. -- So do that. 2. Fix the covers to each section. -- Uh, there’s your problem. You put covers on first. How dare you.”
He growled, “I mean it’s just cushions this is ridiculous I can put cushions together!”
You ignored him and continued, “Assembly instructions are found in the packaging for the covers.-- You didn’t read the directions for that did you? 3. Connect the upholstered sections together. -- So you know, just connect them. Real simple. Assembly instructions for connecting the sections are found in a separate folder in the packaging for armrest covers and footstool with storage cover. Yeah. A monkey could do this.”
He tossed the cushion back at you, but with less anger than before. 
You guys were on the verge of an all out cushion fight when Marcus’ phone beeped and he grabbed it, still between genuinely frustrated and playful.
The message on the screen did something positive for him and for a minute he looked it, then flipped through some bits on the screen. He took a breath and seemed to calm and then he actually smiled.
“What turned that frown upside down?”
He tossed his phone to you gently and you caught it.
There was a house on it.
“See how you like that one… agent says we can get an appointment to see it tomorrow. Good neighborhood, he doesn’t think it’ll last long.”
Something in your chest stilled.
There had been hours of Zillowing. Sending one another houses, often with caveats like “Ok the bathroom, yes, but the yaaaaard” or “Ignore the paint, we can buy paint, paint is buyable”. It seemed to be part of the game to rag on the other person’s offer as well, “That’s what you call a kitchen? The fuck kind of counter space is that? No.” or “Those aren’t bedrooms they’re closets.” “Yes but look at the family room.” “Does the family room house my wardrobe and the big ass bed in there? I am not permanently downgrading bedsize. This will not stand.” Sometimes you both stared at a listing with puzzled faces, nodding in tandem, going, “They will absolutely never get that price, what even the fuck are they thinking?”
Of course there were the utterances, “I mean….we could fix it. Like we could renovate that bathroom.”
Then logic would return, “Renovations are a nightmare, let’s not do renovations.” 
Had there been a Sunday of open houses while you griped to Marcus about eating and watching TV in bed again on Saturday because you two hadn’t yet carved out the Ikea trip? Yeah. The open houses were overwhelming-- nothing seemed to dictate how much people thought they could list houses for and you were oddly judgemental of how people were using or not using their available countertop space. Did you guys have a pet? No. You found yourself going, “Hell of a place to put a dog bowl, someone’s going to break an ankle.”
And you two had left it feeling...unimpressed.
So you were looking at Marcus’ phone mentally switching from Ikea mockery to Zillow mockery and then your breath caught a little in your chest.
It was adorable.
A ranch, really big though-- the square footage was impressive. It sprawled on its lot. Had a Spanish style stucco front and roof, cheerful yellow shutters and a whole front garden patch of yellow flowers to match. 
Marcus positioned himself so his chin was resting on your shoulder as you flicked through.
“Plenty of flowers for you to kill.”
You nodded, not snipping back a quippy reply. Big driveway, they already had a basketball net off to the side, looked like it was sitting in concrete.
Not that you two had a need for a basketball net but it made for a good...homey vibe. Family vibe. 
A nice size garage, only a single (Marcus had previously argued aggressively for a double) and yet it all felt very in proportion. The ranch pushed back. A living room, a family room with a big stone fireplace that ran up to the ceiling, warm red tile floors throughout which was something that reminded you of Anita’s house. On colder nights her stove would warm the tile and it radiated across the whole space-- Marcus told you about being a kid and cuddling up on the tile in blankets, snug as a bug, because it was so warm and toasty. Four bedrooms and a weird alcove off the family room-- the pictures had it set up as an office. A bathroom in the Master plus two more full baths. A kitchen--complete with island. It had warm wood cabinets and a milder yellow tile on the countertops and backsplash. Maybe dated to some but you both nodded-- again, a reminder of Anita’s house, something familiar. Something homey. 
The backyard-- so many trees-- trees really blocking out views from the rest of the neighbors. 
You hadn’t considered the snoopiness of neighbors until, at one of the Sunday open-houses, some of the neighbors recognized Marcus and not-so-subtly hung on the fence “playing on their phones” trying to snap a picture of him. This is not what either of you wanted to deal with when you were trying to just have your fucking coffee in the morning. There needed to be a little privacy or how else would you guys ever survive having the team over? A nosy neighbor would implode to see a dozen Heroics lounging at your pool with their spouses and kids. That was no way for you to live.
This place had a lot of trees and a pool on the top of a hill. Then the hill meandered down with a stone walkway-- another funnily similar feature to Anita’s house. There was a rusty old swingset there that looked like a tetanus hazard. 
But old things can be replaced.
In time.
When necessary. 
You knew in your bones that one day that thought would get more developed, but it’s ok if right now it was a footnote. Not everything in your life had to happen today. You had time. 
Marcus let his weight fall on your shoulder a little more to remind you he was there and you idly reached up a hand to stroke his cheek, feeling a little stubble there.
“It has a dining room.” He said softly.
“It does.” A dining room in front of a big slider to that gloriously green backyard. 
He tipped his head down and kissed your shoulder, “You like it?”
“I really do.”
“Me too...want me to see if we can get in? Get a tour?”
“Yeah definitely.” 
You sighed. It was almost silly but you sighed, like a Victorian heroine. 
You guys sat there, awash in possibilities, quiet in the shadow of something that could be big, and then you turned and kissed his forehead.
“Alright you big baby, let mama show you how to put the mean ol’ couch together.”
His mood soured, “It’s fucking impossible.”
“Oh is that so?” You pushed your sleeves up and plopped cross-legged in the middle of the pile of Ikea chaos, “Order pizza and get me a beer.”
He raised both eyebrows, “Am I the maid?”
“At least a maid would be useful in a situation like this.” You blew him an air-kiss, “Beer me, Moreno. And pizza. Vamos, Manos Magicas.”
“There’s no fucking way you can do this.”
“If I can, I don’t pack a single fucking box up in this apartment, or move them to wherever we move next. Not a single one. You don’t have to be the one who moves them, but I’m not. Hire movers, whatever, me no touchy the boxes.” 
Marcus seemed uncertain of himself and then looked at the pile of chaos, he was sure he had to have broken something or bought a defective model so after a long pause he nodded, “Deal…”
You had the couch half done before the pizza arrived. You didn’t move from your nest once it arrived just held out your one hand expectantly for a plate, it didn’t even appear that introducing the food did anything to slow your speed. 
“Bruja.” He shook his head, chewing slowly on a slice of pepperoni, “You’re a fucking witch.”
“I’m Marcus, I have Magic Hands.” You mocked, holding a slice of pizza with one hand, “Fucking Ikea is it’s own skillset.”
He swallowed a particularly big bite and said, “We are never buying this shitty furniture again, you promise me. We go to real overpriced furniture stores, pay someone way too much money to deliver it two weeks after they said they would and assemble it for us.”
“Deal.”
You finished the couch in time for you two to grab a couple episodes of your shows with your feet up before bed. Well. Before Marcus went to bed. You were snoring on him on the couch about forty minutes before he surrendered and picked you up to bring you to the bedroom. 
He had picked a pretty comfy couch. 
*
You two had just toured the house.
The house.
It was now The house.
Marcus had locked eyes with you several times during the tour. 
It was better in person.
You liked….everything. The flow of the halls, how everything was sectioned, the feel of the spaces. 
You liked it. 
You would look over at Marcus’ face and his smile kept widening.
When you guys walked out of the house he immediately said a number and you didn’t even flinch you just nodded, “Yes, whatever, make it happen.”
You had both paused on the front walkway and gripped each other’s hands tightly, Marcus was vibrating and it was shooting some really erratic currents into you, “Are we….did we just….is this our house?”
“I do rather think it might be, my love.” You pushed a stray strand of hair out of his face, “We have to make an offer.”
“I’m on it.” He tossed you the keys and was on the phone with the agent as soon as you guys were in the car.
You both shook the whole way back to the apartment and kept saying, “Are we going to have a house?”
“Right? A real house. Our house. A house. The two of us.”
The moment was positively vibrating.
When you got back to the apartment Marcus had an overexcited hand on your back and it fell to your ass, cupping the cheek, squeezing it, experimentally pulling you closer, “Baby...we’re going to buy a house.”
“If they accept.” You leaned into him.
He snorted, “They’ll accept. I gave him a starting point and greenlit going ten grand over asking if he needs. He’ll get them down. But we. Are. Buying. A. House.”
You pulled him in for a kiss that was already looking to heat itself up quickly when your phone rang. A specific ringtone too, one that made you push back from Marcus and go looking for your phone. He whimpered a little at the loss of contact, watching you expectantly until you answered.
“Hey Uncle Dick?” 
Marcus gave you a confused look as if to ask if this was offensive or just how you talked to your uncle. 
After a moment you looked up at Marcus and your face was screwed up, a strange expression, something between pain and shock and not giving a fuck.
“Ok...no I understand. We uh...we will be there.”
A pause.
“We. Yeah. Sorry….it’s a whole....” You rubbed your temple, “This seems a less than ideal moment to tell you but I’m… in the process of moving in with someone.”
He could hear some kind of loud noise over the phone and you managed a smile, “Yeah you know him…. No I haven’t mentioned him but you know him...it’s a long story…...Do you really wanna do this right now like this?”
Marcus was listening with some interest and, frankly, slightly hurt feelings. You got off the phone and he looked concerned, “Which uncle?”
“Gay cowboy.” You confirmed and Marcus nodded then pointed to himself, “They haven’t….been told we’re dating? Should I be concerned?”
“No, honey, it’s...I dunno, we aren’t really all that close.” You snorted, “But you’re about to get a crash course. My, um… aunt died. So we have a funeral. Like this weekend. So…..welcome to the insanity.”
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A/N: So there’s going to be fun loving gay jokes for our Gay Cowboy Uncle in the upcoming parts, they are in no way intended to be nasty to demeaning. Technically, Gay Kenny Rogers was also a request.
Update: Edited Manos Magia with  Manos Magicas -- if you see any slip ups please let me know and much love to my Chilean Anon for the correction on my Spanish! <3 
We are cooking with gas, this thing is writing quickly, I hope to maintain the pace. No promises but so far we’ve been very productive.
Usual warnings: no beta-reading. I edit 20 times after I press publish.
Tag list? I’m learning @tortles  @mrschiltoncat @swimmingsloths @imaginecrushes @dreamer7black​ @sarahjkl82-blog​ @finnisrioting ​ @heresathreebee​ (I added you because you make me laugh) @seasonschange-butpeopledont​ @supernaturalcat7​ @roxypeanut @a–1–1–3 @shadowolf993 @ordinarymom1 @radiowallet​ 
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the-starryknight · 3 years
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It’s Try Something Tuesday!
This is the follow up to my Tuesday post - the Tuesday TLC Zone, with a little rec list of all the wonderful morsels you all shared. (My original plan was to send the tag game out on Tuesdays, and the rec lists on the weekends, but we’ve had such wonderful responses, so I think we’ll alternate!)
Didn’t get a chance to share? Look out next week! I’ll be sending the game around again to collect some more recs.
I haven’t read most of these yet, so mind the tags and please enjoy :D
[ETA: I’m updating the graphics so they’re consistent!]
Where it Began (Drarry) by @primavera-cerezos { T | 2020 | 700 } tw: drug use
Draco finds Harry at a house party.
I’ll Be Good (Drarry) by @not-his-glass-of-tea / ThisClassIsRiddikulus { NR | 2020 | 2k }
Harry had never been good with words… maybe that’s why he did what he did next. Because suddenly he couldn’t see any way to stop Malfoy from jumping.
Based on the song "I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young.
Just For You (Drarry) by @slytherinnbitch { M | 2020 | 28k }
It's Draco and Harry's fifth marriage anniversary. But something drastic happens which makes Harry rethinks his career choice. Find how this accident makes them take one of the best decisions of their lives....... Idk if that still holds true, I mean I have no idea what i did with this fic.
Too much mystery on what they do and what happens?
This is the first Drarry Fanfic I'm writing, where there are no boundaries, no limitations and I'm trying out my wildest imagination on this. Hope you all like it
Forever Yours/Yours Forever (Wolfstar) by @onbeinganangel { M | 2020 | 3k }
It all starts with Sirius stuck in Grimmauld Place watching the love of his life fall in love with his cousin. He's... what is it the kids say these days? Ah, yes, straight up not having a good time.
Beauty (Gen - Draco-centric) by @skeptiquexx { T | 2020 | 2k }
The walls of Draco Malfoy's Muggle apartment were bare and he needed to fix it.
like father, like son (Dralbus/Drarry) by @glittering-git { E | 2019 | 8k }
Draco had moved to Paris to escape the post-War scrutiny. He’d been living a quiet life until a certain Mr Potter showed up.
Sleepy Smiles (Linny) by @phenomenalasterisk { G | 2020 | 550 }
“You missed the movie, love.” Ginny says quietly, pressing her lips against her hair in a brief kiss.
Luna tucks her head further into Ginny’s neck and murmurs back, “I woke up for the best part.”
OR Ginny carries Luna to bed. Soft, sweet, and short bit of domestic fluff.
In the Midnight Blue (Drarry) by @xanthippe74 { T | 2020 | 5k }
On a Christmas Eve broom ride over Hogwarts, Harry shows Draco that he’s braver than he thinks.
Some Assembly Required (Drarry) by @peachpety { E | 2020 | 7k }
A relationship must occasionally endure a test of strength, be it confronting an ex, or meeting the in-laws. Sometimes, however, an inanimate object can make or break a couple. Harry and Draco’s relationship is put to the test when they attempt to assemble a piece of IKEA furniture.
La Lune (Drarry) by @thesleepiesthufflepuff / Bluefay { T | 2020 | 7k }
When Harry and Draco's neighbors start dropping like flies, the last thing they expect is to be hunted down themselves.
Four Years and a Day (Drarry) by @elvenwinters { T | 2021 | 1.5k }
What's happening to Draco Malfoy?
A Forever Kind of Love (Drarry) by @curlyy-hair-dont-care { G | 2021 | 1.5k }
The one where Harry and Draco are in a secret relationship. And Arthur Weasley is more observant than everyone else.
Invitation Microfic (Drarry) by @placate-flakeout { 2021 | 150 }
“Are you going to invite me in?” Harry leans against the door frame. His mouth tugs up almost indiscernibly so. “You look good.”  [adding the first line as summary --Starry]
Love is a Banquet on Which We Feed (Wolfstar) by @samunderthelights { G | 2020 | 3k }
Sirius sneaks his record player into Hogwarts, and after learning that Remus doesn't know any of his Muggle music, he decides to share all of his favourite songs with him.
Pivotal (Drarry) by @stripedsilverfeline / tigersilver { T | 2018 | 18k }
Unspeakables use the Pensieve Protocol often, routinely. But Draco Malfoy may be using it a little more than is advisable.
Announcements & Bets (Drarry) by @devilrising { T | 2020 | 5k }
Harry’s life in his Eighth Year is bullshit, in his opinion. He doesn’t want to waste his life away at Hogwarts any longer than necessary. But does Malfoy have anything to do with that?
Trans (Male) Gay Flag (Art) by @diamondpride { 2020 }
Diamondpride’s custom pride flag design! [adding a description as summary --Starry]
The Bachelors & Bachelorettes of Stardew Valley as Cats (Art - Elliott/Sam) by @uby-victor { 2021 }
Sweet sunset fanart! [adding a description as summary --Starry]
Dirty Dueling (Dralbus) by @veelawings { E | 2020 | 6k }
Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want
(Or — fucked up Dirty Dancing with wand fights)
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awanderingdeal · 3 years
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Never too late - 6 - 7
A continuation of Leo and Regulus’ attempts (antics) to give Regulus the childhood he never had.
CW: Food talk
Please message me if you feel I need to add any content warnings
Rating: T
Previous and future chapters can be found on my masterlist
Credit for the sweater universe and the characters within it go to @lumosinlove. What a hero.
[This is currently unedited, and I'm not that happy with it, but also my writing mojo has decided it is vacay time so it is what is it]
6. Go to camp! You’ll make friends for life.
“Le! Did you order something?” Finn called, appearing in the doorway of the kitchen carrying a large box.
“Yeah, it’s the t-shirts,” Leo nodded, scraping the onions he’d just chopped into the pot. “Put it on the island for me please, babe.”
Finn looked down at the box, making a show of testing its weight before he looked back at Leo with wide eyes, “This seems like...a lot.”
After adjusting the temperature on the stovetop slightly, Leo washed his hands and made to inspect the delivery. “Err, yeah. Potts got wind of the plan and got all excited. Half the team are coming now,” he smiled sheepishly.
“Of course that happened,” Finn threw his head back with a laugh. “You might as well make it a thing.”
“A thing?” Leo repeated, throwing Finn a bemused look.
“Uhh huh,” Finn nodded.
“I’m gonna need more, babe,” Leo said, lifting one of the shirts out of the box and running the material through his fingers, humming a note of approval.
“More shirts? There’s like 50 here,” Finn frowned.
“No, love,” Leo laughed, shaking his head “More on what a ‘thing’ is.”
“Ohh, got you,” Finn chuckled, leaning against the counter. “I just meant, if half the team is coming anyway, you might as well invite the other half. Get the kids involved. You know, a thing.”
“That’s not a bad idea, actually,” Leo cocked his head.
“Well, I did go to Harvard,” Finn shrugged, rooting around in the fruit bowl to find a suitable pear. One that wasn't too big because Finn got bored of flavours quickly and could never finish them. One that wasn't too soft, because he hated the sticky mess on his hands. In the early days of their relationship, Leo had been excited for the adventures that were going to come with his boyfriends, but he hadn't been prepared for how much the little nuggets of information he would discover about them would mean to him. The satisfied smile that appeared on his Finn’s face as he procured the perfect one was infectious.
“Such big brain energy and yet he still can’t load a dishwasher,” Leo retorted, motioning to the stack of crockery that had been abandoned on the counter.
***
“I have no idea why I put up with you,” Regulus scowled, covering his eyes with his hands. “Okay, I promise I can’t see.”
“Because I’m your best friend, obviously,” Leo replied, making a stupid face to ensure that Regulus was, in fact, telling the truth, and began to lead him towards the back door.
“Obviously,” Regulus drawled. “Do I get a choice in this best friend business?”
“Well, you can try and resist it if you want, but I am incredibly loveable and inevitably you will have to succumb to my charm so you might as well just deal with it,” Leo said.
Regulus gave a resigned sigh, “I suppose as best friends go you aren’t too bad.”
Leo laughed, punching Regulus lightly in the shoulder before telling him to watch out for the step up into the back yard.
“I hope you know that if I break my neck, you will be paying for -” Regulus started.
“Wegggie!!” Harry shouted through a mouthful of graham crackers that James had been trying to buy his silence with.
“Is that?” Regulus pulled his hands from his face, his eyes going wide at the scene in front of him. Leo had to admit he may have gone a little overboard with the execution of the summer camp. What had started off as a few classic summer camp activities had turned into a carefully planned extravaganza. There was a climbing wall and he’d hired an events team that taught archery. Between the games of dodgeball and capture the flag, there would be time for tye-dying, friendship bracelet making, water balloons, tug of war and much more. Of course he hadn’t skimped on the food either: burgers, pizza, vegetable sticks, taco salad and hot dogs; there was a long buffet table laden with an endless supply.
Regulus pulled Leo back inside, tugging him further into the kitchen so that the crowd of Lion’s players and their families couldn’t see them. “Leo, this is too much.”
Leo looked at Regulus trying to read his friend, but the other boy was infuriatingly closed off. “Look, if you really don’t want this, I’ll go and tell everybody to enjoy themselves and we can get out of here.”
Regulus huffed out a breath, “It’s not that I don’t want to...it’s...it’s weird everybody being here. They are obviously just here because you asked them and I feel like an add on.”
“Okay, let me stop you right there,” Leo held up a hand. “You practically live at Kris’ house the amount of time you spend there with Avie. Celeste loves you like a seventh? eighth? child...honestly, I’ve lost track of how many children they’ve adopted at this point. You and Olli…”
“Alright, alright,” Regulus interrupted, “I get your point.” He cocked his head slightly, “Huh, I guess I didn’t realise how much I’ve settled here.”
“You need a second to process that or are you ready to go have some fun, because I think Harry might eat all the s’more supplies if we wait much longer.”
***
Leo leaned into Logan’s shoulder, smiling as he watched his boyfriend show Katie how to toast her s’more in the bonfire that crackled in front of them. He was admiring the softness of the French leaving Logan’s mouth, when Regulus plopped himself onto the large log they were sitting on, a sleeping Aveline clinging to him.
“Hey, Reggie,” Leo greeted, turning his soft smile to his friend. “You alright?”
“I’m good. I just wanted to say thank you,” Regulus nodded, shifting Aveline into a more comfortable position. Leo noticed that Regulus had added another 3 new friendship bracelets to his haul since he had last got a moment to catch up with him. “For all this. This day has been amazing. All of it. I’m not sure if summer camp would have been my thing really, but I never really got to do fun family garden parties either and this has been incredible. ”
Any reply that Leo was about to make was disturbed, by Aleandra dumping a water balloon over Marc’s head right in front of them, their loud screams causing Aveline to wake with a cry.
7.Decorate your room! Paint the walls, buy new bedding and pick some new accessories! Make it your space.
"Well," Leo set a pile of magazines on the bed with a soft thud. It was a little old-school, but he was adamant that it was easier to come up with a complete picture this way. "What do you like? You don't have to know exactly, but we can't go to Ikea without any idea." He let out a soft snort at the unintentional rhyme.
Regulus looked up at him, wide eyed, as if he'd just asked him to supply the solution for world peace. "I don't know," he shrugged, toying with the sleeve of his shirt.
"You must have some thoughts."
"I don't know," Regulus snapped. "I've never had to make these decisions before. There was no point liking anything, because our parents would do what they wanted either way." He spat the words, and despite how it made Leo feel he knew the anger was a sign of some sort of progress. Not even a few months ago, his friend had spoken about his childhood like it was just a different form of normal.
"I'm sorry," Leo apologised, climbing onto the bed next to Regulus.
"It's not your fault, is it," Regulus shrugged, tucking his knees to his chest.
"I shouldn't have pushed you for an answer," Leo clarified, moving the magazines out the way and dragging his laptop from the bedside table. “Look, how about we go through Pinterest and you can pick some pins you vibe with. I’m sure we’ll find a trend.”
“Yeah,” Regulus breathed, shuffling closer to Leo. “Yeah, okay.”
***
“What the hell, there’s more,” Regulus said in awe as they rounded another corner to be confronted by rows of rattan baskets.
“I think we’re nearly at the end.” Leo looked up from the map he was trying to follow, almost stumbling over the cart when Regulus came to a sudden halt.
“These are nice,” Regulus mused, picking up a walnut coloured weaved basket. “My towels will look nice in these.”
“I’m sure they would,” Leo chuckled. He shouldn’t have been so surprised by how quickly Regulus had gained an affinity for interior design considering how he had taken to honing his clothing style with such ease.
“Oh! But these are nice too.” Regulus turned to show Leo another basket, that was identical in every way except for being perhaps a shade lighter.
Leo groaned. They had been in the store for over 3 hours and the cart was overflowing. His friend was adamant he was going to pay his own way and considering the short amount of time he had played for Slytherin along with the legal fees to end his contract early, the man was having to learn to budget to be able to afford college. Leo had suggested that doing a couple of interviews would leave him with a fair buffer, but Regulus had wanted to put as much space between hockey and his new life as possible. Leo was supportive, but Regulus seemed to be having trouble getting out the habit of buying everything he wanted.
“Right, pick one and then close your eyes. We need to get out of here.”
***
“Up a little on the left,” Leo instructed, shaking his head as Regulus lifted the left side of the photo frame considerably. “No, not that much.”
“That’ll do.”
“It’s not straight!”
“Neither are you and you don’t see us complaining,” Regulus huffed as he adjusted the frame again.
“You’re just jealous,” Leo threw one of Regulus’ new cushions across the room, hitting him squarely in the back of the head.
“Eww,” Regulus deadpanned. “And please do not throw my things,” he glared, hugging the cushion to his chest.
Leo was about to make a comment back, but he was interrupted by Sirius clearing his throat in the doorway.
“Got you a present,” Sirius said, holding out a large bag.
“Sirius.” Regulus crossed his arms over his chest, his face set into a disapproving stare. “I told you -”
“Think of it as an early birthday present,” Sirius interrupted.
“My birthday is not for another 4 months.”
“Just take it. I promise I’ll let you do this the way you want, but you’ve got to let me buy you things every now and then too. That’s what big brothers do.”
Regulus sighed, crossing the room to take the bag from Sirius. “Thanks,” he muttered, the corners of his mouth lifting despite his best efforts. The smile spread further as he laid the mustard coloured herringbone throw he’d been salivating over in the small boutique they’d visited a few days prior.
“You’re welcome,” Sirius nodded. “Looks good in here, by the way. We’ll have to find you an apartment in New York that will be big enough to fit it all in.” he commented, walking away as he finished his sentence.
“I’m paying for the apartment!” Regulus called after him. Leo barked a laugh as Regulus ranted about stubborn humans on NHL wages. Regulus poked a finger at him. “You can be quiet. I know this was your doing.”
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HP Fluff Fest Masterlist
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We would like to thank everybody who has made this fest such a success, whether as a prompter, creator, or reader! Both of us hope the featured fics and art have brought you happiness and warm fuzzy feelings. Now, without further ado, may we proudly present the HP Fluff Fest 2020 Masterlist. 
Albus Severus Potter/Scorpius Malfoy
ART
🌻god, you're beautiful by lov-lyness || @lov-lyness, Traditional Art (G)
Scorpius and Albus are by a lake, Scorpius's soulmark is showing.
FIC
🌻Sticky Love by motherofmercury || @motherofmercury, 1.3k, (G)
Scorpius always leaves encouraging notes and reminders around their flat for Albus to find.  Albus realises he's a messy person to live with.  Cleaning and the discovery of Albus' romantic side ensues.
 Bartemius Crouch Jr./Harry Potter FIC 
🌻Coming Home Late by Firebull || @swampwitchkaterina, 525 words (G)
It had become a bit of a routine to them.
 Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
ART
🌻K is for Kiss by Pinkelephant42 || @pinkelephant42, Digital Art (G)
Harry escapes the spotlight to teach young magical kids. Draco is charmed by his son's new teacher.
🌻Moving in together - shopping for laughs. by digthewriter || @digtheshipper, Digital Art (G)
Trying out mattresses w/ your partner leads to giggles in the furniture showroom. 
🌻The Case for Borrowed Underwear and Morning-After Pancakes by toutcequonveut || @cequonveut, Digital Art (Comic) (T)
Harry and Draco have just Done the Deed™️ for the first time. After a truly fantastic night, Harry wakes up alone in bed and wonders where Draco has wandered off to..
FIC
🌻Age is just a number by gnarf || @gnarf, 1.5k (T)
Married for decades, their life is perfect. Until Harry gets a call and hears the following words: "Mr Potter, we caught your husband stealing ten large packs of King Sized condoms."
🌻And They Say Romance is Dead by static_abyss || @static-abyss, 9.7k (E)
Harry is in love with Draco Malfoy. This is, quite possible, the worst thing that could have ever happened to him. Not because he doesn't want to love Draco but because now that Harry knows, he doesn't know how he's supposed to tell him.
Or, five times Harry tried to tell Draco he loved him and one time he succeeded.
🌻Chasing Coffee by Yesimawriter || @foularcadebanana, 5.6k (T)
Harry's service dog, Coffee, is obsessed with a certain Slytherin prat, and Harry cannot figure out why. It can't be because Harry wants to spend more time with him, right?
🌻darling, your kisses are sweeter than honey by unicorninthelibrary || @unicorn-in-the-library, 1k (T)
No matter how many years have passed, waking up next to Draco is Harry’s favorite thing in life. 
  🌻Dear (For Want of a Better Idea) Diary by tigersilver || @stripedsilverfeline, 12.3k (M)
Draco likes his life; there’s not much not to like. He’s got himself a family of rescued kneazles and nosy Weasleys plus two fun jobs to keep him busy, which is more than he ever expected, post-Voldemort.  But he’ll have a bash at keeping a journal, just as his boss George suggested. Who knows? It might even help him sort out what’s up with Potter, right? 
  🌻Disastrously Perfect by savant (teii) || @teii, 8.3k (T) 
Neville figured that whatever was going on between Harry and Draco, he could quietly keep out of the way and observe from a safe distance. Luna, however, has other plans.
🌻 Duck And Cover by Drarrymadhatter || @drarrymadhatterstuff, k (T)
Draco is struggling with eighth year, until he’s forced to adopt a flock of ducklings. Harry, convinced his old nemesis is up to his old tricks, decided to find out what he’s up to. When he discovers his fluffy secret, he decides to have some fun with it. However, along the way, he starts to realise how much Malfoy has changed.
  🌻Ferret Support Services by CoCo (cportera) || @cportera, 4k (G)
Harry discovers a ferret while hiding away from his friends. He adopts the furry animal telling him secrets, never knowing the ferret might have secrets of his own.
🌻If This is Happiness, I Don't Mind Having This by Orpheous87, 6.2k (G)
Eighth Year isn't going too well for Draco. He's isolated and ignored by his classmates. Then he stumbles across a flock of tiny ducklings that need a helping hand. What Draco doesn't expect is someone to offer him a helping hand.
🌻I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You by Ladderofyears || @clemandben, 20.7k (E)
All Draco ever wanted was to carry his beloved husband's baby. It had been a journey of years, of tearful nights and smiling while he was breaking inside. It was finally happening though. They've tried for so long. They're having a child.
  🌻Just Like Potions by vivi1138 || @penguinanimagus, 2.3k (E)
Kreacher is on holidays. Draco thinks he can cook because he's so good at Potions. Hint: he can't.
  🌻Let Your Heart Hold Fast by MoonlitMarauder || @moonlitmaruader, 7.1k (E)
After three years together you'd think Harry would have learned to let Draco keep his secrets, but Draco is up to something. He just knows it. Or  That time when Ron had to give Harry advice on his love life.
🌻Love In Ikea by kai_blxck || @im-kaifused, 30.6k (T)
In all the trips Harry had made to Ikea, Harry never expected to bump into the love of his life? 
Draco never thought Wizards could exist but here he is, falling in love with one. 
  🌻Misunderstandings are as easy as A-B-C by VeelaWings || @veelawings, 3.4k (T)
A slow blink and Potter seemed to catch himself, clearing his throat and nodding, his smile friendly and bright when directed at Scorpius and Draco. “Hey Mal—”
“Mr Potter,” Draco spoke up rudely, but necessary. “This is my son, Scorpius Black. He’ll be one of your students this year.” 
Potter looked completely wrongfooted for a few seconds before his mind appeared to latch onto the most likely conclusion. His expression cleared up as Scorpius took a step forward and offered a tiny hand. 
“Hello, Mr Potter. It’s nice to meet you,” Scorpius said, enunciation steady and practiced.
  🌻Seeking: pet carer for Bartholomew (four-year old rescue greyhound, no special needs)  by GallifreyisBurning || @gallifrey1sburning, 14.7k (E)
When Draco’s boyfriend ends their relationship rather abruptly (and, frankly, extremely rudely), he leaves Draco with full-time responsibility for their rescue greyhound, Bartholomew. Draco loves his dog with all his heart, but the long hours he works at his law firm mean that he can’t possibly be home as much as Bartholomew needs. Enter Sirius Pet Care, an app designed to solve this very problem! When Draco books Harry, he’s relieved at how quickly the man and his dog bond. He’s less relieved by how unexpectedly, distractingly attractive Harry turns out to be… and how Draco’s afternoon meetings keep being “mysteriously” cancelled, meaning that he JUST HAPPENS to be home when Harry comes by. After all, it’s not appropriate to ogle one’s employees… right?
  🌻sign me up for that full-time by M0stlyVoid || @bonesliketambourines, 4k (T)
Harry should have learned by now to never trust anything the Weasley twins try to pass off as a thoughtful holiday gift, no matter how innocuous it might appear.
🌻Soft & Hard by DragonGirl87 || @drgngrl87​, 8k (T)
In which Draco is forced to grudgingly admit that Harry does have some taste and Harry learns more about mattresses than any sane person should ever know.
🌻Some Assembly Required by peachpety || @peachpety, 6.5k (E)
A relationship must occasionally endure a test of strength, be it confronting an ex, or meeting the inlaws. Sometimes, however, an inanimate object can make or break a couple. Harry and Draco's relationship is put to the test when they attempt to assemble a piece of IKEA furniture.
🌻They were Once Young by acupforslytherin || @acupforslytherin, 6.4k (T)
Draco nervously expected for the worst when Harry invited him to Godric’s Hollow for the summer holidays. Little did he know, he was in for a delightful French dinner, two generations of embarrassing Potters, and a fascinating story of how Harry’s parents got together.
  🌻Too Many Legs by vivi1138 || @penguinanimagus, 4.4k (T)
Draco is thrilled when his son produces a powerful bout of accidental magic. But unlike most children his age, Scorpius doesn't stop there, and soon Draco is overwhelmed. Harry just finds it funny. 
  🌻Too precious to share by slowroad || @slowroad, 1.6k (M)
Harry and Draco are several months into their eighth year at Hogwarts. They've been in a relationship for a while now, but no one knows about them yet and they like it that way.
🌻Whiskers and Kisses by MotherBooker || @motherbookerao3​, 1.5k (G)
When rabbits trust and care about a person, they can be very loving and affectionate creatures.
  🌻With a Bite and A Hiss (and Some Curry On Top) by Zandra Gorin || @zandragorin, 4.7k (T)
Draco keeps bringing animals home and keeps cooking curry for Harry. Harry is of the opinion that it has got to stop. Well, not the cooking curry part.  
Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Neville Longbottom ART
🌻Home is where the Bloody Plants are by Thunder_of_Dragons || @thunder-of-dragons, Digital Animated Pixel Art (G)
When Harry invited Neville and Draco to move into Grimmauld Place with him, his one condition was that they help him remove all of the old Pureblood artefacts. Draco was more than happy to agree, but he's determined not to let their drawing room become overrun by Neville's plants.
 Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
FIC 
🌻Crookshanks and the Worst Weekend by Aneiria || @aneiria-writes, 2.1k (T)
In which Crookshanks' perfect weekend is ruined by the arrival of a tiny, annoying, infuriating kneazle kitten who follows him home, and the wizard who comes looking for it.
🌻Stranded Apart by In_Dreams || @indreamsink, 10.5k (T)
Lost in the wilderness without their wands, Hermione and Draco will need to learn to work together if they want to make it out in one piece.
🌻The Art of Seating Etiquette by inadaze22 || @inadaze22, 9.7k (E)
Hermione believes that every problem has a solution, and that solution can be found in a book. That is, until Draco starts sitting to her right every Friday. She has no answers until help comes in the form of an unlikely source: Ron Weasley.
🌻The Heart of Healing by niffizzle || @niffizzle, 5.1k (T)
Spending her Saturday volunteering at St. Mungo's was Hermione Granger’s favourite part of the week. Nothing would ruin that, not even Draco Malfoy showing up to complete his community service hours.
🌻The Importance of Being Honest  by floorcoaster || @floorcoaster, 9k (T)
In the pursuit of the truth, sometimes nature lends a hand.
 Draco Malfoy/Neville Longbottom
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🌻A Tattoo to Match by Pinkelephant42 || @pinkelephant42, Digital Art (G)
Tattoo Artist Draco Malfoy and Florist Neville Longbottom work next to each other, flirt a lot, and get matching tattoos.
 Dudley Dursley/Gregory Goyle FIC 
🌻Stranger in the bakery by toutcequonveut || @cequonveut, 3.6k (M) 
The people of the town are confused. Dudley is confused, but then he isn't. Greg is confused, but he's in love and that's more important. Harry is very confused, but just goes with it.
Or: a glimpse into the morning after Dudley and Greg's first time, featuring bakery buns and other buns
 Gen 
FIC
🌻it seems to come down to us by porcelainsalt (bluedreaming) || @porcelainsalt, 1.1k (G)
Minerva takes matters into her own hands.
Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood
FIC 
🌻Bluebells and Asters by goldenzingy46 || @goldenzingy46, 826 (G)
Luna braids Ginny's hair. Ginny complains about boys. Softness (and a little kissing) ensues.
🌻Morning Eggs by PhenomenalAsterisk || @phenomenalasterisk, 842 words (G)
Luna began her mornings with tea. Ginny began her mornings with Luna. With the first stirrings of consciousness, Ginny found herself snuggling into her beloved — Luna’s neck, her hair, her belly, wherever Ginny could reach, really, was free game for the morning ritual. Ginny would cling like a barnacle to Luna until she was lucid enough to function on her own.
🌻Sleepy Smiles by PhenomenalAsterisk || @phenomenalasterisk, 554 (G)
Luna’s eyes are still shut, though the corners of her thin lips are just barely quirked into a smile. “You missed the movie, love.” Ginny says quietly, pressing her lips against her hair in a brief kiss. 
Luna tucks her head further into Ginny’s neck and murmurs back, “I woke up for the best part.” Ginny smiles. It’s not unusual for Luna to enjoy her wife’s strength, in the bedroom and otherwise, though she has never asked for something as indulgent as being carried to bed. 
OR Ginny carries Luna to bed. Soft, sweet, and short bit of domestic fluff.
Ginny Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
FIC 
🌻get off on whiplash by cjmasim || @lesbianlilyevans​, 6k (T)
THE QUIBBLER'S 5TH ANNUAL HOLIDAY DRAWING
TWO LUCKY ENTRANTS WILL WIN AN ALL-EXPENSES-PAID WEEK-LONG TRIP TO PORTOFINO, ITALY
TO ENTER, RETURN THE FORM BELOW VIA OWL NO LATER THAN APRIL 17, 2004
Ginny manages to convince herself that entering the drawing was nothing other than a way to help a friend out by getting the numbers for The Quibbler's entries higher.
Naturally, she wins the drawing. 
 Harry Potter/Severus Snape
FIC 
🌻How to See Without a Camera by RoonilWazlibMalfoy  || @evenmyzefronposter, 11.7k (E)
Having returned to Hogwarts after his training to take over for Madam Pomfrey, Harry was just happy to be back home. He didn't even mind it when he realized he'd have to work closely with Severus Snape.  One Kiss Cam incident at a Quidditch Match, however, left him wondering just how close he could get to the man. 
🌻Quite The Perfect Sunday by HogwartsToAlexandria || @dwell-on-dreams​, 751 words (E)
Spending all day in bed, every Sunday they could, had been on of Harry and Severus's traditions almost from the start. It was a moment just for them, which they cherished and made the most of every time.
Hermione Granger/Luna Lovegood
ART 
🌻Picking Daisies by dragontamerdrarry || @dragontamerdame, Digital Art (G)
Luna Lovegood has a terrace garden filled with Xenophilius Lovegood approved yellow flowers. Today, Luna’s picked some yellow daisies and is enjoying spending some quality time with her girlfriend (who has her nose buried in the hottest new Magizoology text in town!)
Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy
FIC 🌻Life Is Good by Houseofmalfoy || @malfoylestrange​, 1.2k (G)
Narcissa surprises herself with the number of times she thinks that little sentence, surprises herself with how genuinely happy she is with the way her life turned out, even if she’s no longer surprised at all by the person who gave it to her.
She’s happy.  
Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson
FIC
🌻A Million Worlds Apart by SiriuslyThatBitch || @siriuslythatbitch, 13.6k (E)
After spending the bulk of her childhood fighting a dark wizard, Hermione was looking forward to a relaxing year. Too bad fate always has something else planned, including ancient spells, sarcastic roommates, and a suffocating amount of sexual tension.
🌻Exodus by cdav || @cdav, 6.6k (T)
After the war, Hermione finds herself drawn to Pansy Parkinson for reasons she can't quite explain. Parkinson is adamant that they won't work out. Hermione's determined to prove otherwise.
Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
FIC
🌻The Perfect Moment by DameinToyland || @dameintoyland, 1.8k (G)
Hermione gets home late from work and witnesses story time with Ron and the kids. Ron is nostalgic, Hugo is excited, and Rose isn’t having any of it.
  James Sirius Potter/Teddy Lupin
FIC
🌻The Waiting (Is The Hardest Part) by Ladderofyears || @clemandben, 1.1k (E)
Teddy is waiting to give Jamie a performance.
Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
FIC
🌻A Purrfect Match by captainegg || @im-captain-egg, 1.7k (G)
When Remus walked into the shelter that day, he expected to leave with a new furry companion and not meet the love of his life.
🌻Here comes the sun by PollyDarton || @polly-darton, 5.5k (M)
Honestly, screw the sun. For all I care the world revolves around you.
  🌻Moonlit Reflections by MoonCat457 || @mooncat457writing, 6.4k (T) 
Sirius has been pining for Remus for far too long and James is sick of it. So, when it’s James’ turn to go on a late-night scouting mission with Remus on the grounds to work on the Marauder’s Map, he sends Sirius instead with instructions to finally just admit his feelings.
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ohnomybreadsticks · 3 years
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Writing Masterlist - Pinned
Decided to finally give in to my urge to do further organization and finally make a masterlist. All of my writing is available on AO3 or under the tag bready’s fic, but under the cut I have links to everything organized by fandom (dbh/witcher/other) and series, as well as brief summaries. 
Pairings are not ordered by top/bottom, they’re just in whatever order my brain decides when I type lol
Please read the tags on each fic on AO3 for warnings. I write a lot of AUs, some kinkfic, and a variety of content with ratings from G to E
All fics are finished unless specifically marked 
Requests are closed except for special occasions - you can check my blog header to see if I’ve opened them!
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Witcher Pairings: Geralt/Jaskier, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer, Eskel/Lambert, Eskel/Lambert/Cahir, Eskel/Lambert/Cahir/Aiden, Lambert/Aiden, Calanthe/Eist, Triss/Yennefer, Geralt/Everyone, Fringilla/Renfri, Cahir & Fringilla, Jaskier/&Renfri, Aiden & Renfri
DBH Pairings: Reed900, Hankcon, Polycho, Polycho/Chloe, Kam60, Allen60, SiMarkus, Hank/Gavin/Connor/Nines, Kamski/Allen/60, Chloe/North, Ralph/Jerrie(s), Hank & Connor, RK1700, Hank/Kamski, Reed1700, Assorted Rarepairs
Long post ahead - enjoy! :D
The Witcher: Oneshots 
Geralt Has Two Hands - T, 3K, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer - Modern AU from Jaskier and Yennefer’s perspectives as they both try to woo a certain stoic idiot.
Witchers Don’t Get Sick - T, 1K, Geralt/Jaskier - Sickfic where Geralt really shouldn’t be allowed to function on his own
More Than Just a Blogger - T, 1K, Geralt/Jaskier - Modern AU in which Geralt realizes just how much Jaskier’s putting on the line by travelling with him
Too Tired to Ask, but Not to Receive - E, 3K, Geralt/Jaskier - What kind of Witcher fic writer would I be if I didn’t write a ‘Jaskier pampers Geralt in a nondescript inn’?
Call in the Cavalry - T, 1K, Eskel/Lambert, Eskel/Lambert/Cahir - Modern AU where two idiots might need a little bit of help escaping an IKEA
Is Kindness a Weakness? - G, 1K, Calanthe/Eist - Modern AU where Calanthe and Eist are both high-powered business owners
Witchers are Bad at Math - G, 1K, Eskel/Lambert - Lambert is a bit of an idiot, but his heart is in the right place
The Benefits of a Broken Ankle - T, 1K, Aiden/Lambert - Modern AU texting fic in which Lambert has a broken ankle and Aiden is comforting in a strange way
Sharing is Caring - E, 4K, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer - Modern AU where Jaskier and Yennefer begrudgingly join forces to show Geralt the time of his life
It’s the Little Things that Count - G, 1K, Cahir/Eskel/Lambert/Aiden - Modern AU that explores how people who care a lot about each other resolve the very silly fights that inevitably spring from living together
Sharing the Load - T, 1K, Eskel/Lambert - Non-smutty dom/sub where Lambert takes care of Eskel
You Just Haven’t Earned It Yet - T, 1K, Calanthe/Eist - Modern AU veterinarian Eist falls head-over-heels for fire chief Calanthe
Destiny is Bullshit (Or is It?) - T, 1K, Lambert/Aiden - Finally got to write a modern AU tattoo parlor/flower shop fic!
What’s a Queen to Do? - T, 1K, Calanthe/Eist - Calanthe is thirsty as hell for her husband
Eskel’s Guide to Refereeing - E, 2K, Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel, Aiden/Lambert/Eskel - Eskel does what he has to do to decide a bet between two very horny couples
The Smell of Coffee and the Sound of a Meow - G, 2K, Lambert/Eskel, Lambert/Eskel/Cahir/Aiden - Lambert and Eskel run a coffee shop and fall in love with two ornery regulars
Shattered Like Glass - M, 1K, Cahir/Lambert/Eskel/Aiden - Cahir whump featuring a car crash
The Main Attraction - E, 4K, Geralt/Everyone + Geralt/Jaskier, Triss/Yennefer, Cahir/Lambert/Eskel/Aiden - The gang has a gangbang where everyone has fun with Geralt!
Don’t Shut Up - T, 1K, Geralt/Jaskier - Military AU where Jaskier is a sniper and Geralt is a demolitions expert
Pieces of Silly, Useless Joy - G, 1K, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer (offscreen Yennefer), Lambert/Aiden - Jaskier teaches Geralt, Eskel, and Lambert about the joys of stuffed animals
Hungry for More of You - M, 1K, Calanthe/Eist - Calanthe experiments with feeding Eist throughout the day
The Luckiest Woman on the Continent - E, 1K, Triss/Yennefer - Magic tentacle pwp!
A Simple Token - T, 2K, Eskel/Lambert, Cahir/Aiden, eventual Eskel/Lambert/Aiden/Cahir - Cahir takes his best friend who he is also in love with to a Ren Faire to meet his occasional booty calls
Roses Are Just Too Cliche - T, 1K, Fringilla/Renfri, Lambert/Aiden - Aiden is supposed to meet up with a blind date, but identifying each other with a rose might have been a bad idea.
Learning to Trust is Hard (pun intended) - E, 1K, Lambert/Aiden/Eskel - Lambert proposes a little bit of consensual somnophilia
A Fluffy Mystery - G, ~800, Cahir/Eskel/Lambert/Aiden - Lambert and Eskel get sent on mysterious shopping missions by Cahir
A Viper’s Tale - E, 2K, Cahir/Eskel/Lambert/Aiden, Letho & Cahir - Witcher!Cahir AU get-together featuring animal-trait witcher mutagens
Along the Road to Blaviken - T, 2K, gen/pre-slash Jaskier + Renfri - Witcher!Jaskier AU where he and Renfri meet in the woods outside Blaviken
The Witcher: Series
Getting By Together - a Geraskier modern AU featuring self-conscious Jaskier and supportive Yennefer
More Than Enough - E, 5K, Geralt/Jaskier - Jaskier has a hard time believing he deserves Geralt some days, but Geralt has other plans
He’s Not Going Anywhere - G, 1K, Geralt/Jaskier - Jaskier and Yennefer’s first meeting marks the start of a much-needed friendship
Everything’s Going Swimmingly - a modern mermaid AU for my favorite rarepair ship of Lambert/Eskel/Cahir (+ possibly more)
Something Special - T, 1K, Lambert/Eskel + Cahir - Cahir moves to a small fishing town and makes a few very wild discoveries
Love at First Splash - G, 1K, Lambert/Eskel - Lambert falls in love at first sight with a very handsome merman
Full of Love (and Other Things) - E, 3K, Lambert/Eskel/Cahir - it’s just ovi porn!!
Who’s to Blame? - T, 1K, Lambert/Eskel/Cahir - An unfortunate accident has Cahir second-guessing his place in the relationship
Just a Call Away - G, 1K, Lambert/Eskel/Cahir, Geralt/Jaskier - Lambert calls in a favor from his brother, who calls in a favor from his sort of ex, who calls in a favor from...
Testing the Limits of a Charmed Life - E, 3K, Lambert/Eskel/Cahir - more ovi porn, but this time heavy on the belly kink!
How to Woo a Bandit Bird - G, 1K, Fringilla/Renfri - Fringilla is just trying to enjoy life in a small town without getting harassed by birds
Please Don’t Take My Man - E, 3K, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer - These three finally fall into bed together, and Jaskier gets pegged!
Cats are Notoriously Lazy Creatures - T, 3K, Eskel/Lambert/Cahir, Fringill/Renfri, Renfri & Aiden - Aiden gets tricked into helping with the task of getting Eskel some magical legs
Grad School Blues - a modern grad school AU focused on Cahir & Fringilla’s friendship
The Only People Who Really Matter - G, 1K, Fringilla & Cahir - Fringilla and Cahir attempt to set up a movie night for the department
The Infinite Problems of Wrangling Faculty Members - G, 2K, Fringilla & Cahir - Our intrepid duo have to wrangle faculty into sitting down for interviews
Detroit: Become Human: Oneshots
The Bottom Alliance - E, 6K, Hank/Connor/Gavin/Nines - Connor and Gavin team up to give their boyfriends a night to remember
Hand in Hand - G, 1K, Markus/North/Simon/Josh/Chloe - A soft and fluffy Valentines fic
On Your Mark, Get Set, Baaaake! - G, 4K, Gavin/Nines - This is just me projecting my love of GBBO onto these two 
Wednesday Evenings - T, 1K, Gavin/Nines platonic or romantic - Gavin realizes he may be spending time with people whose values he no longer shares
Someone’s Gotta Have Standards - T, 1K, Gavin/Nines - Gavin’s cat weighs in on his new boyfriend
Of Bees and Flowers - T, 1K, Ralph/Jerry(s) - Ralph makes some new friends and lives the quiet life he deserves
Love Me Like One of Your French Artists - G, 1K, Markus/Simon - Human AU where Markus hates attending his gallery openings
To Be Here With You - T, 1K, Kamski/Connor60 - just a fluffy day for two people who really need it
To Love and be Loved in Return - G, 1K, Chloe/North + Markus/Simon/Josh/North/Chloe - The girls get snowed in on their way to a family vacation and get to spend some quality time together
August AU Challenge Ficlets - T, 24K, Various Pairings - 33 ficlets, each a different AU and a different pairings. Lots of rarepairs! Index in Chapter 1
Do Dogs Resemble Their Owners? - T, 3K, Hank/Connor, Gavin/Nines, Allen/Connor60 - Three small ficlets in a dog-walker human AU
Making It Festive - E, 4K, Hank/Connor - A little bit of halloween smut with a dash of happy family hankcon
Autumn Winds, Auburn Love - G, 1K, North/Chloe - Human AU where Chloe and North get the cozy life together that they deserve
Learning How to Take Your Time - T, 2K, Gavin/Nines - Human AU where Gavin is forced to take a vacation
Best Laid Plans are Oft in Vain - T, 2K, Kamski/Connor60 - Clyde tries to organize the perfect Valentines Day, but it doesn’t quite work out
What He Deserves - E, 1K, Kamski/Allen/Connor60 - Sixty pushes a bit too far with his bratty behavior and has to deal with the consequences
Shovel Talk - T, 1K, Gavin/Nines - Elijah gets to play the protective older brother role for once
A Question of Size - G, 1K, Gavin/Nines - Tina is a good friend and Nines is a good boyfriend, what more could Gavin ask for?
Markus Manfred Makes Good and Makes Out - E, 12K, Markus/Simon/Josh/North/Chloe, PERMANENTLY UNFINISHED - Human AU where Markus keeps getting lost in the Frankfurt airport
Am I Human or Merely Alive? - G, 2K, Hank & Connor platonic - Connor grapples with the reality of his life post-revolution
Seals are Boyfriend Shaped, Actually - T, 6K, Gavin/Nines - Gavin is a selkie with a really bad attitude
Cyberlife’s Butcher - G, 1K, Gavin/RK900 - Crossover with the Witcher where a very persistent bard convinces a killing machine to let him tag along on adventures
Bitter Lemon - T, 1K, past Gavin/Nines - Gavin struggles after a breakup
The Merits of a Real Thing - T, 6K, Gavin/Nines - Sci-fi AU where Gavin is a bounty hunter who starts to care a bit too much for his latest target
Our Own Little Corner of the World - G, 1K, Gavin/Nines - Just the softest, fluffiest possible snow day you can imagine
Coffee Snobbery and Other Ways to Meet Cute Boys - G, 1K, Kamski/Connor60 - Two hipsters meet in a Starbucks
Hope for an Unromantic Man - G, 1K, Allen60 - canonverse exploration of two rather unromantic people who come together and find something sweet
A Remedy for Too Many Dreams - T, 2K, RK1700 - modern AU where Connor’s new neighbor might not be exactly what he seems...
Wanna Eat You Up - E, 1K, Allen60 - double android AU pwp! Allen has a biting kink and Sixty ties him up
Deep as Wine Red Water - T, 1K, Hank/Kamski - Two tired men find each other after the revolution
Everything’s Gonna Be Fine - T, 1K, Reed1700 - Gavin volunteers to be bait on a dangerous mission, and his partners worry about him
Detroit: Become Human: Series
Of Gods and Their Humans - a very long AU involving old gods of nature and the humans who love them - this series is my baby <3
Existing Masterpost here
What’s It Going to Take - Gavin/Nines post pacifist revolution story, where Gavin has to come to terms with who he loves, and Nines has to figure out how to get it on
What’s It Going to Take for You to Feel? - T, 6K, Gavin/Nines - Nines is just an unfeeling android, why should Gavin care about what happens to him?
What’s It Going to Take for You to Feel Good? - E, 30K, Gavin/Nines - a choose-your-own adventure of first time smut
What Can I Take From You? - E, 1K, Gavin/Nines - A closer look at Gavin’s fears
And Yet I Stay Alive - double android AU where Gavin and Nines both have their own demons to battle
Alike in Both the Heart and Mind - E, 31K, Gavin/Nines - Humanoid GV and monstrous RK couldn’t be more different, but they will need to work together if they want to stay alive
Getting Used to Normal - T, 1K, Gavin/Nines - A look at the domestic life GV and RK have built for themselves
Don’t Let It In - a very very self-indulgent spooky prairie gothic AU
Let Me In (i’ll be good to you, i swear) - M, 1K, Allen/Connor60 -  Allen lives a simple life out on the prairie, but his little house is being haunted
The Full Moon is My Favorite (let me share it with you) - T, 2K, Allen/Connor60 - Allen’s simple life continues on, much the same as it ever was - or was it?
Cold Dead Hearts Club - fluffy modern adventures of vampire!Gavin and werewolf!Niles
Full Moon Date Night - G, 1K, Gavin/Nines - Gavin is a vampire and Niles is a werewolf and they get along just fine
Full Moon Date Night - T, 1K, Gavin/Nines - Gavin and Niles take a roadtrip together
Motorcycle Emptiness - a collaboration with the wonderful @connorssock where the boys are all in motorcycle gangs. Mind the tags on this one!
Rev My Engines - E, 251K, Allen/Connor60, ACTIVELY UPDATING - Allen and Sixty aren’t exactly friends to begin with, but they’re exactly what they both need
It’s You Not Me - E, 38K, Hank/Connor, ACTIVELY UPDATING - Connor hasn’t had a good life, but Hank loves him through it
Stabilizers - E, 45K, Gavin/Nines, ACTIVELY UPDATING - Gavin and Nines are somehow the most reasonable out of all three couples
Other
A Day in the Sun - Transistor, G, 2K, Red & The Boxer - Life in the Country turns out to be quite nice
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dresupi · 4 years
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Bay Leaf - Axel Cluney (Zeitgeist)/Darcy Lewis
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1,175 words Rated T Bay Leaf - Unexpectedly moving on from an ex
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“What are you doing here?” Darcy asked, frowning as she leaned in her doorway.
“Wade sent me. Said you had some shelf or something you needed help putting together?”
Axel wasn’t exactly the person she’d expected Wade to send, but she was secretly glad that Wade himself hadn’t come to offer his help. He was kind of bad at these ikea shelves. Not that she was much better, hence the need for a master Ikea carpenter.
Also Axel was eye candy. To her. So thank you, Wade.
“Okay, well... thanks. I can feed you.” He frowned. “In payment,” she reiterated, only for Axel’s frown to deepen. “Unless you’d rather I just gave you cash?”
“You don’t have to give me anything,” he said. “I’m helping you because I want to. Not because I need pocket money.”
Her face went red hot as she stepped out of the way so he could come inside. “Sorry, I didn’t mean--- I just figured you were doing a favor for Wade and I didn’t want you to waste your time.”
“Why would it be a waste of time?” he asked, reaching back to tug his hoodie off and rucking up his t-shirt in the process. “Thought we were friends.”
“I mean, yeah we are.  I... because... I dunno, I’m rambling to delay the inevitable...”
The inevitable being when he saw the state of her living room. When she called him eye candy, she wasn’t kidding, but the crush went a little deeper than that. It went to the point where she was embarrassed to explain exactly why her living room looked like that.
“Whoa,” he said, folding his hoodie in half and looking around the bare room. “Your boyfriend rob you when he left?”
She exhaled, shaking her head. “No. I wanted the bedroom furniture, so he took everything out here... I---I let him take it. No robbery necessary.”
He looked surprised. “Oh, I just kind of assumed all that stuff was yours. Didn’t look like the kind of guy who’d own a purple couch.”
She snickered. “He wasn’t. It was all mine. I just... I let him take it because, I don’t know. I was probably going to get rid of it anyway. I mean... it’s just stuff, right?”
She could feel Axel’s eyes on her, and she hoped like hell he wouldn’t say anything more on the subject, because it was sensitive. And inherently linked to her aforementioned crush turned more on a certain acid-puking mutant who was currently present.
“If it’s something you wanted, you could have kept it.”
“Yeah, but I felt bad. Because like... he didn’t have anything and he was moving in with a friend and... and then I found out he wasn’t moving in with a friend, he was moving in with the skank he cheated with, so now she’s got my purple couch and all my cool end tables and I have to go to Ikea to get sad single person crap because it’s going to take time for me to accumulate more stuff and I just...” She inhaled and exhaled again, loudly, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “She’s not a skank. She had no idea he was with me. I’m projecting my anger onto her because I can’t be mad at him and I don’t know why.”
That was a lie. She knew why.
“You still have feelings for him,” Axel replied, moving over to the first of the boxes and pulling a pocket knife out of his back pocket. He unfolded it and cut the tape. “I mean, I would assume. I’m not a shrink or anything.” He folded it back up and stuck it where he got it.
“I don’t though,” she said. And maybe she just imagined the sudden look of interest on his face, but she went with it. “I actually haven’t for a while, I was just too chicken-shit to leave him and now I’m mad because he beat me to it. And I guess that’s why I let him have the stuff. Because I felt that... subconsciously... he knew I stopped feeling anything for him and that’s why he cheated.”
Axel snorted derisively. “No. He cheated because he’s a piece of garbage. You stopped feeling for him because you---to use your own word---subconsciously knew that.”  He pulled what was inside the box out onto the floor. “Now, if you’re through dissecting your shitty ex-relationship, get over here and help me with this.”
Darcy smiled a little and sat down beside him.
“You don’t wanna know the real reason I fell out of like with him?”
“You could make me a happy camper and tell me his dick wasn’t big enough.” He smirked in her direction and made a grab for the little bag of hardware that came with the shelf pieces.
“I don’t really care about that.”
“Okay, then I don’t want to know, because this isn’t eighth grade lunch and I don’t have a science test later.”
“Suit yourself,” she said, sniffing as she reached for the instructions.
“You’re not going to tell me anyway?” he asked.
“Nope. Because this isn’t eighth---“
“Just tell me, Darce.”
Her face flushed as she peered into the direction booklet like it was super interesting or something she could actually decipher. “Maybe fell in like with someone else.”
He was silent for a long moment, lining up the pieces. “Someone I know?”
“Yeah.”
“How well do I know them?” he asked.
“I dunno. Depends. To use your words, I’m not a shrink or anything.”
“Oh,” he said. And that was all he said. But he didn’t talk a ton either, so Darcy didn’t really worry about it.
That was a lie, she totally did. But when she worried, she worked, and that seemed to help matters in reference to her pile of ikea boxes.
Between the two of them, they got both coffee tables put together, and the biggest of the bookcases before Axel’s stomach growled and she jumped so much that she dropped two of the loose shelves on the floor with a loud crack.
He turned towards her. “Jumpy much?”
“Yeah? You would be too if I notoriously puke flesh burning acid and my stomach started making sounds.”
“I’m hungry,” he said in way of explanation.
“I said I’d feed you.”
He shook his head. “Nah. I’ll feed you. There’s this pizza place near here.”
“They deliver?” she asked.
“Yeah, but we’re just gonna go eat in,” he said, reaching for his hoodie.
“Not sure if we have time for that...”
He tugged it over his head. “We do. And you look like you could use a nice gesture.”
“Is that all it is?” she asked, slipping on her shoes.
“Depends,” he replied.
“Depends on what?”
“On if you’re actually upset over losing the furniture, or losing the guy who took it.”
“I freaking loved that couch, Axe. You know that.”
He smiled then. “Then no. That’s not all this is.”
“Okay,” she said. “Good.”
“Good?”
“Good.”
He nodded. “Good.”
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There has been a lot of fic published in the last couple weeks--116 completed fics since mid-July--which means today’s rec list is a little longer than usual. 
Not that that’s anything to complain about...
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give me one good movie kiss and I’ll be alright by imbrokelyn99 (rated G) It's pouring rain and David is dancing around the store and lip-syncing to "Nobody" by Mitski. Patrick loves him so, so much. 
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Bring It Back by pennilesspoet (rated T) David once heard that no sense triggers sharper memories than the sense of smell. He is not sure if that’s true, but he does know that certain scents do tend to instantly bring him back to a very specific time and place.
fools rush in (and i’ve been a fool before) by withkissesfour (rated T) ‘Babe.’ ‘Oh no, I like husband.’
house and home by couldaughter (rated T) But there were still special occasions, and special occasions warranted special meals. Like, for example, 'You came out to your parents yesterday, and it was kind of emotionally exhausting? And I kind of feel guilty about it and need to mediate my guilt by pouring orange juice into a champagne flute and burning your toast to shit just the way you like." Sadly, Hallmark didn't make cards for that.
I am at rest with you by leupagus (rated T) “One of these days, you’ll listen to the doctor when she tells you to lift with your knees,” David says. He gets up, taking Patrick’s empty glass with him. “Do you want some more orange juice, or would you rather just skip to combining liquor and pills?” There’s a pause from the direction of the kitchen. “Oh, god, Twyla left the cake here.”
The IKEA Test by HolmesApothecary (rated T) When it came time to furnish his new apartment, Patrick knew he was going to need some additional furniture to what he had in storage—namely a bed. He also knew that an extra set of hands were key. And that even with all his bluster, he respected and even envied David’s sense of taste and eye for décor in the store. So, dear god, Patrick was going to drag David Rose to IKEA—possibly kicking and screaming.
Mad About the Boy by imbrokelyn99 (rated G) David gives Patrick a watch as a wedding present.
Symbol of Hospitality by kt_rose28 (rated T) “It’s just, I trusted you with the purchase of a tasteful housewarming gesture and I’m confused why you decided to bring this fugly, textured fruit to my parent’s new home”. Patrick gets a gift for Johnny and Moira's housewarming, and David has some very strong opinions.
Unknown Caller by WellSchitt (rated G) Patrick, 10:03 am: Alexis get here NOW. Please. Patrick, 10:03 am: David’s having a panic attack and he’s asking for you. I don’t know what to do. Please.
when you lie to me it’s in the small stuff by goingmywaydoll (rated G) “So I’m having a little back pain,” Patrick says and David has to resist every urge he has to let out a laugh. Instead, he sets his lips in a thin line and nods, patient and stoic. “What gave it away?” David asks and maybe he’s not being so patient.
You gotta let me read just a page of you baby by cromarty (rated G) 5 times Patrick tells David a bedtime story, and one time David tells Patrick one.
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Funny Meeting You Here by Aelia_Weasley (rated M) “Nice night,” he said to David without looking away from the Leafs game playing on one of the TVs over the bar. “Yeah it is,” David replied a little too quickly. They caught each other’s eye and laughed nervously. The other man held his hand out. “Patrick.” “David, hi.” They shook hands.
How to Take it Slow by Basingstoke (rated M) David has a few questions for Patrick regarding what he's looking for in their new relationship. Set between 4x1 and 4x2.
How You Know by Distractivate (not rated) It's hard to miss the double take from the man in a golf polo and shorts as he passes him on the way back to the store. David rolls his eyes and switches Patrick’s tea to his other hand. Normally, David would assume it’s his less-than-bucolic wardrobe that caught the man’s attention. Today, he suspects it has more to do with the way he’s grinning at the blank space in front of him like he’s slightly deranged. God, maybe he is. Or, a few snippets of (mostly) marital fluff.
learned behaviors by goingmywaydoll (rated G) Brewers don't like to be taken care of. David tries anyway.
talk to me, come to me, hurry up by livelyvague (rated M) Patrick decides to use Grindr when he first gets to Schitt's Creek, ready for an opportunity to embrace his new life.
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I’ve got the feeling you’re the right thing after all by JessX2231 (rated G) Once they arrived at the drive-in, Patrick insisted they get more comfortable in the backseat. He knew there was no way to offer that without sounding suggestive, but he took it all in stride.“ And what are we going to do back there that we can’t do here?” David asked. “I don’t know, David,” Patrick said with a telling grin. “Why don’t you join me and we’ll find out?” Or, Patrick takes David on their second date.
no matter what the storybooks say by wardo_wedidit (rated T) “What if I read that too?” Patrick asks one day over breakfast, setting David’s coffee down carefully on the table as he watches his husband flip his book over to concentrate on his breakfast. David shoots him a startled look. “Do you want to?” Or, five times Patrick reads a book of David’s, and one they read together.
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1, 2, 3, 4, tell me that you love me more [series] by sloganeer (various ratings) One story per year of marriage, inspired by the traditional anniversary gifts. The series title is from the Feist song.
The Last Rose Video by Distractivate (rated M) “Unlike most of the people David was typically drawn to, Patrick’s edge wasn’t about high fashion or shitty manners or a twisted game of use or be used. Patrick’s edge was his mouth, the sharpness of his tongue. David would do pretty much anything at this point to see what else that tongue was capable of.” A story about Patrick Brewer, who owns the last Rose Video franchise in the world, and David Rose, who has been sent to Schitt's Creek by his father to close the store for good. When David meets Patrick well... things do not go to plan. Banter, sex, sweetness and soulmates finding each other in any universe.
A Very Specific Store by startswithhope (rated T) What if Christmas World didn't pull out? How would David and Patrick meet? And what would that mean for Rose Apothecary? Come along, for a little holiday tale, a Christmas in July story of first meetings, flirting, some misunderstandings, dreams lost and maybe found, along with a whole lot more (with some bed sharing, because that's always an extra special gift for us all).
Yellow Moon on the Rise by cromarty (rated T) “David was about to take his chances again when he looked up at the next float and saw the kissing booth boy, waving genially in a blue button down and slacks, with a plastic crown and a sash that said, unbelievably, ‘Corn Crown Prince.’” Or, Stevie and Alexis drag David to Elm Grove’s 4th Annual Corn Festival, where Patrick is working their college baseball team’s kissing booth fundraiser.
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