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plentyoffandoms · 8 months

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Stalking f/reader and shower s$x with Hook

One Way or Another

Hook x f/Reader (18+)

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Stalking. P in v sex. Spitting. Oral (m receiving).

I am sorry it has taken me so long. I had no idea what to write for this until now. This got a bit longer than I intended.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @joesburrow

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Summary: Hook becomes obsessed with his new neighbour.

Tyler - Hook

I knew someone moved in next door to me when I bypassed the moving truck and the movers, but I didn't stop to introduce myself as I was already running late to meet the guys for training.

I didn't stop and introduce myself when I saw the back of her head at the mall box in the front lobby as I was rushing out the door to catch the Uber that was taking me to the airport.

But I sure as hell heard her soft laugh and smelt her perfume that, for some strange reason, made me twitch in my sweat pants.

I forgot all about this new neighbour until I got home and finally saw her.

I was in the elevator, and the doors were about to close when I heard someone shout for me to hold the elevator.

I saw a woman running towards me, her arms filled with grocery bags. I knew it was her the moment she walked in the elevator, smiling at me and saying thank you.

"No problem. Which floor."

"No need. Already going to the same floor." She said kindly to me.

I knew I should have offered to help with her groceries, but I was having a problem of my own. I was reacting to her like I would if I was still a teenage boy.

If I wasn't hunched over and pulling my long sweater down, she would definitely be seeing the tent in my pants.

We finally reached our floor and I watched to see which unit was hers. Just two doors down from me.

I took my time opening my door, pretending to be distracted by my phone, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her look over at me before she walked into her apartment.

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I made sure to bump into whenever I could. Through our little conversations, I learned her name, where she was from and where she worked.

Now I just need to know more about her, but there is only so much that I can ask in the elevator, but I had an idea.

I looked in my fridge and saw that I was low on juice. I knew she would be home, so I knocked on her door. I heard her call out, 'Just a minute.' Before the door swung open.

Her hair was in a messy bun, no makeup, and a long t-shirt I can only assume she wore to bed. I wonder if she has anything on underneath?

"Oh hey Tyler," fuck me, I love it when she says my name like that. "What's up?"

"Just wondering if you have any juice? I ran out, and I usually like some with breakfast. " Real smooth there dipshit.

"Yeah, let me see. Apple, okay?" I quickly nodded my head.

"Come in. Let me look in the pantry. I bought a bunch when they were on sale." She said as she turned around and walked down the hall.

I closed the door behind me and took in the sight of her apartment. Clean, pictures of family and friends all over. Some plants and on the table by the front door, I could see the spare key that they give to us when we move in.

"Here you go." I was pulled away from my thoughts on if I should take the key or not when she answered it for me.

"Do you mind being my apartment buddy? I know you travel a lot for work, and I can grab your mail and place it in your apartment." She handed me her spare key, and I closed my fist tightly around it, not wanting to lose it.

"Sure. I'll grab my spare and give it to you. Thank you."

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The weeks went on, and I found myself using her spare key more than any sane person ever would need too.

First, I was just snooping around her apartment to get to know her a bit better. Then her garbage. Which quickly went to me looking through her drawers.

I found her dildo that she kept in her bedside table. I could only imagine what she looked like as she made herself cum on this.

Which was driving me insane. So I looked online and found the perfect camera, which I gave to her.

"Suprise. You told me that your charging station wasn't charging as fast, so I got you one."

"Thank you, Tyler. I've been meaning to go and buy another one, but just haven't had time."

"No need for thanks. I was out with my friends and saw this. Hope it works."

I waited patiently in my place, looking at my laptop.

And I waited. I was just about to close the laptop when it showed the inside of her room.

Where she had, next to her bed, I could see everything. I turned up the volume to see if the sound was working, and I punched the air when I heard her talking on the phone.

"I have no idea what to wear tonight, Dede."

"Just wear something that is easy to take off. You know you won't be keeping your clothes on." Was all I heard before I saw red.

She had a date?

Why didn't she tell me?

What the fuck does he look like?

Is she gonna fuck him?

I found out the answer to the last question as I watched her ride the lucky bastard in her bed. Her back arched, her eyes closed as her body shook as she came all over his cock.

I was breathing heavy as I closed the laptop, not wanting to watch her wrap her lips around his cock.

I looked down my body and saw the mess that I had made. I even felt a bit of my own jizz on chin. Time for a shower.

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While I was in my shower, a great, wonderful idea popped into my head. Now, just to make it all come together.

This idea took a bit to pill together. I had to travel for a few weeks, and then I would have some time off.

While I was gone, I would watch the cameras I already had up in my place, and see her come into my place to drop off my mail or water my plants.

But I made sure to keep watching the camera in her room. The man from that night never came back, but other men came.

I watched as each and every man pounded her into her mattress, making her moan their names. Some made her cum. Some didn't.

But one buffoon helped push her towards me without either one knowing.

I could hear her asking him to leave, and he didn't want to. "Come on, baby. Just one more time, and then I will leave."

"I don't have time for this. Leave. I have work."

"I'll stay until you get back."

"If you are not gone in the next 5 minutes, I'll be calling the cops."

The asshole didn't like that and locked himself in her washroom. By the time the cops came, he had already smashed it and was in no way usable.

I felt my phone vibrate, and I knew it was her calling. "Tyler?" Her voice was shaken for obvious reason.

"Are you okay? You sound upset." I asked with fake concern. She told me what happened.

"Just stay in my place until your place is fixed."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am sure. Just pack your essentials. My home is your home."

"When you get back, I will cook you your favourite meal."

"And I can't wait."

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I watched as she moved in. I told her to take make herself comfortable. What I meant by the was I hope she plays with herself on my bed.

But she never did.

She never brought anyone back to my place and she was home every night like clockwork, so she wasn't going to someone's home.

She must be getting off in the shower. The poor thing must be frustrated. Well, that is all going to change when I get home.

◆

I was opening my front door, calling out her name. "You here? I got on an earlier flight." No noise. But that is due to being in the shower.

I played it off like she wasn't home as I went to my bedroom. I could hear the shower on in there.

I got undressed and grabbed a towel, and placed it over my shoulder. The scream she let out when she saw me standing there naked, almost brought a smirk to my face.

"Tyler?!"

I placed my towel around my waist but I saw her look down and her eyes were wide at the size of me.

"Shit. I got on an earlier flight. I thought you were out." I played it off as I turned away. I heard the shower turn off, and the shower door open.

"I am done anyways. Welcome home." She said to me as she walked past me. She gave me a kiss on the cheek as she closed the door behind her.

I saw that my shower head wasn't in its spot, but hanging down and the nozzle head setting has changed to pulsating. Well fuck me, so this is how she is getting off.

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That night, she made a wonderful homecooked meal, and we talked about anything.

"Now that you are home, I can sleep on the couch."

"Nonsense," I said. "My bed is big enough for the both of us."

"Only if you are sure."

"I am more than sure."

The first night we slept, it was fine. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt but I wanted to see more skin.

So, a few days later, I turned off my AC.

"Why is it so hot in here?" She was waving a hand in front of her face.

"AC is broken. Got someone coming in tomorrow." I said to her. I could see her looking me up and down. I was only in a pair of boxers, while she was in shorts and a t-shirt once more.

But I needed to see more skin. As the day went on, it was getting warmer and even I started to become irritable.

"I am gonna go take a cold shower." I told her, not able to take the heat anymore.

"Don't be surprised if I join you. That sounds wonderful." I knew she was joking, but I let her know that it was fine.

"Look, we are two grown adults. If you can't take the heat anymore. Join me in the shower." Was all I said as I headed down my washroom.

I was barely under the cool water, and she was already knocking on the door to come in. "Just so you know, I am naked." I called out.

The door swung open, and she was standing in her towel. "I don't care. I can't take the heat anymore. Move aside Tyler." And dropped her towel, and I did as she asked and stepped aside for her to get under the water.

The two of us were silent. I was looking her up and down, and she was trying not to look at me.

I couldn't help myself. I stepped closer and looked back as she felt how close I was. "Tyler," She softly said.

"Shh, it is okay." I placed my hands on her shoulders and started to massage her. She tensed up but then relaxed.

"Mmm, you have strong hands."

"They feel good?" A groan was my answer, which went straight to cock. I took another step forward, and she let out a soft gasp as she felt my hard cock poking her ass.

"Tyler, what are you doing?" She went to turn around to face me, but I held her in place. "Just trying to help you relax. I know you are frustrated with your washroom and now the AC."

I didn't let her know that I knew that her washroom was fixed and has been for a few days now.

"Besides, you will be going back to your place soon and I have to leave for England." I dropped my arms to my side and she turned around.

"I leave in two days' time, and by the time I am gone, you will be back in your place." I pulled her flush against my body. She placed her hands on my chest, but she didn't push me away. The cool water was cascading down our bodies.

I placed my head next to hers and nipped her ear before saying, "And you will go straight back to bringing random men home when I have been here along."

She gasped and pulled away, asking how I knew. "I am up early. You know I run every morning. I see them leaving your place."

"Oh." Then she got angry. "Is that why you are being so nice to me? So I will sleep with you?"

Yes. "No, of course not. I just know how frustrated you have been, and I am offering my body to you."

She scoffed and went to leave the shower, so I had to pull out the big guns. "I know your place has been fixed for a few days, yet you stay with me." That had her stopping in her tracks.

"How did you know?" She asked me as turned to look at me.

"The super told me. She said she had already told you."

"I just didn't want to be alone."

Silence.

"Look, I know you have been frustrated, and I have been too. Now, why don't we help each other out, and we can go back to being friends." I layed the offer on the table.

I waited for her to speak, but she didn't say a word as she got on her knees and gripped my cock at the base and started to jerk me off as she took me slowly into her mouth.

I placed my hands on the back of her head and took over. She gagged when the tip hit the back of her throat, but she worked through it until she had me completely down her throat.

"Oh fuck. Look at me gorgeous." My heated gaze connected with her teary eyes. "I am gonna fuck this throat, then your pussy and you are not gonna touch yourself. When you come, I want you to come all over my cock."

I gripped the side of her head and started to rock back and forth, barely pulling out of her sweet mouth.

The gagging and chocking noises had me right on the edge, and I had to pull out a few times to stop myself from finishing before I even get to fuck her.

She was gasping between each little break I gave her, but she took each thrust like a champ.

"Eyes on me." I growled out each and every time she went to close her eyes. I fucked her throat a bit harder than I intended and I knew it would be sore after, but that just made it so much hotter.

It was time to fuck her. I pulled out of her mouth and she gripped her throat as she gasped for air once more.

I helped her up and placed one of her legs around my waist as she gripped my shoulders.

I reached down between our bodies and gripped my cock and rubbed it against her pussy. Her eyes threatened the flutter close and they finally did when I slid inside of her.

My own eyes closed as I felt how warm and tight she was. "Fuck, your so fucking tight." My mouth was hanging open, trying to calm myself down before I make a fool of myself and finish before I really got a chance to fuck her.

"Tyler." She squealed when I started moving. I would pull out just enough to leave the tip in and then slam into her. She was biting her lip so hard that it was bleeding.

My pace quickened, and I couldn't hold back anymore, but this was becoming dangerous, but I had one thing I wanted to do before I switched positions.

I wrapped my hand around her throat. "Open." She shook her head no, so I squeezed a bit tighter. "I said open."

She opened her mouth, and I spit and then slammed my mouth against hers in a sloppy, messy kiss.

I pulled out of her, and to my delight, she whimpered. I sat down on the shower floor and patted my lap.

I gripped my cock once more as I helped her to sit on me. I bit my own lip when she sat down and took me even deeper.

"You feel like you are in my stomach." She groaned as she started to bounce on my lap.

"Fuck that is hot. Come on, gorgeous, ride me faster." I slapped her ass and she squealed, but she started to move faster.

I was close, and I knew she was to with her pussy was squeezing me, so I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulled her down against my chest and started to to thrust up into her.

My other hand went to her ass and slapped it a few times. I removed my arm from her waist, but she didn't move, and put my other hand on her other ass cheek and spread them.

"Gonna fuck your ass next." I said to her as I pushed two fingers inside her tight hole.

"Tyler!" Her back arched, just like I have seen it do so many times, and her pussy started to spasm around my cock.

She got so tight that I could hardly move. With a groan of her name, I came deep inside of her. Her body shook from the aftermath of what we just did.

"Next time?" She finally asked.

"Oh yeah. Maybe come in your mouth first, then your ass. Maybe take some photos for when I travel." She slapped my chest at that suggestion.

But as I was sitting on the plane to England, I couldn't help but think about all those photos and videos I took of us.

Her looking up at me, mouth wide open and filled with my cum, then her swallowing and showing me that it was gone.

Me sliding into her ass for the first time. The cum leaking out of her ass.

Maybe one day I will tell her that I placed cameras all over her apartment or a tracker on her car, but maybe not.

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welldonebeca · 8 months

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The Livestream

Summary: Lizzie features into Ben's OnlyFan's stream.

(Professor Ben fucks his little bimbo for his fans.)

Pairing: Ben "Soldier Boy" x Lizzie (OC)

WC: 1.2k words

Warnings: Polyamory. Fluff. Discussion of fantasy. Discussion of Sex Work, in a way. Exhibitionism.

Lizzie frowned as she left her car, glad to be home after a gruelling shift.

Production assistants were the interns who happened to graduate. That was it, there was no easy way of saying it.

She was paid to do everything the big guys didn't want to do and had to suck it up.

But it was a good experience, and people were nice enough to her, and no one ever threw a coffee at her, so it was alright.

Beau had also convinced her it was just the first step into a long journey. He also told her that she didn't need to work if she didn't want to, but Lizzie did want to work.

She was with the boys for over five months now, nearly half a year! It should feel weird to date three men at once, but it really wasn't. It was quite nice.

Lizzie stopped at the door of the house, met with a pile of Amazon boxes piling on the porch, a mountain just as tall as her. Even more, maybe?

She picked up one, and the name on the address didn't make her wonder for very long what it was about.

"Ben," she called, pushing a few boxes out of the way to open the door, and picked some, kicking the rest of them in so they wouldn't block the door anymore.

"Yeah?" he called from away.

Lizzie put the boxes down.

"You got mail," she giggled.

Lots of it!

Oh, he had to be responsible for half of the Amazon proceeds in their town.

Her boyfriend stepped up into the living room, barefoot and shirtless.

"You can pay for prime, but still won't get an iPhone," she rolled her eyes.

Ben scoffed, grabbing her by her middle just as the put her bag down.

"Why would I need an iPhone?"

He kissed her lips, both sweet and hungry.

"You know the government tracks you on that thing, right?" he pulled back.

Ben picked up the packages, and she rolled her eyes playfully. Thankfully, he was too old school to get his own computer, always using his brothers' or Lizzie's, or she would have to deal with worse conspiracy theories from her silly boyfriend.

"You're most likely to be tracked by Facebook," she corrected him. "Or Alexa."

"Which is why we don't have that thing here," he picked up all of the packages.

He walked up with them as if they were nothing.

"What did you even order?" she followed him.

"It's a surprised, baby girl," he walked up the stairs.

Her eyes widened in excitement. Were the boys planning something? Or maybe it was just Ben planning something?

For her??!

"Ben!" she followed him, giggling like an excited child. "What is it?"

He just shook his head, shoving the boxes in his room, and booped her nose once.

"Can't tell you yet, it would ruin the surprise," he said simply. "How about you go clean up and rest, you've been a hard-working little intern."

She pouted.

"Assistant," she corrected him.

"Intern with a pay cheque," he shrugged, walking into his room and closing the door.

Lizzie pouted more and gasped when he locked the door, leaving her outside.

"But Beeeeeeeeeeeen!" she whined.

"Go rest," he called out.

She huffed, crossed her arms, and stomped angrily into her room to change.

Oh, he would see. When Dean and Beau came home, she would tell them all about how mean he was with her!

Lizzie tossed her clothes away, too cranky now, and put on a big comfy shirt from Dean before coming down, and smiled a bit when her eyes caught the sandwiches someone had left behind for her.

She at it, still huffing a bit, and strode back right to her bedroom, ready to go check on her emails, when her eyes caught something.

Ben's door.

Open.

She walked inside quickly.

Lizzie stuffed her last sandwich into her mouth.

His room looked normal, though with a bunch of open packages, and she almost gave up before she saw his walk-in closet, spread open and all full of costumes.

Pretty girl costumes that looked exactly her size.

Right on the first surface, a notepad.

She rushed to it, skipping the outfits, and opened it, half giggling.

Ideas. A lot of them.

Schoolgirl, lifeguard, maid, princess, bunny-

"Didn't I tell you to go rest?" she heard behind her.

Lizzie gasped and clutched the notepad as Benny looked down at her, a single eyebrow of his raised.

“Well, I... ate...” she raised a hand, brushing the sandwich crumbs away from her face.

“And you’ve ruined my surprise,” he pointed.

She pouted.

“It’s not ruined!" she corrected him. "I just... am confused.”

Ben opened his hand to her, pointing at the notepad with his chin, and she pouted before giving it to him.

"I love how dim you can be," he clicked his tongue. "Such an innocent little thing."

Her cheek burned in embarrassment, and he gave her chin a little scratch, almost as if treating her as a puppy, and his eyes lit up before he pulled the pencil from behind his ear and wrote something down.

Ben picked her up sweetly, walking to their bed, and sat on the edge of it with her on his lap.

"Do you remember," he set the notepad and pencil down, moving his hand up and brushing her hair back. "What I said I do to make extra cash? And how you wanted to help me out?"

. . .

"The Livestream (Ben x Lizzie)" is a Patreon Exclusive sequel to "The Triplets". To read it and the other sequels, "patience is a virtue (Dean x Lizzie)" and "the pictures (Beau x Lizzie)", subscribe to my page! It's just $2 a month and I post nearly every day.

. . .

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tacomanarrows · 6 months

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Tac's Yearly OC Art Shirt Design - 2023!

IT’S FINALLY HERE!!! For anyone who doesn't know, every year I make a collage of a bunch of art I've gotten of my characters over the preceding year, and get that printed on a t-shirt for myself!! I do this as a way of thanking everyone who's made me something, regardless of if its on this shirt or not, and then showing it off to other people any time I wear it! This is the 5th year in a row that I've made one! :D

I’ve had the design for about a week now, and the shirt actually came really early in the mail this past Friday, so I wanted to make time to finally post this!

But yeah!! The majority of these are commissions, with a good showing from Art Fight as well, and then a mix of trades, gifts and so forth ^^

There are 11 different characters of mine on here, but clearly, this has been the Year of the Starburst lmao, she’s got TEN pieces on here! Can u spot them all? hehe. Overall, included in here we’ve got: Shep, PB, Starburst, Luau, Seabreeze, Rye, Pumpernickel, Wilkołak, Moxie, Isaac and Firecracker!

And of course! Those characters are represented through the 20 amazing artists who were all kind enough to allow me to include their work here!! Again, this is one of the ways I say thank you to anyone who’s ever made me something. Whether I included your work or not, I absolutely love anything anyone takes the time to make for me <33

And here are the people who made the art featured here! Go support their work if you don’t already! :D (Also linked are each piece they contributed!) @macaronichewtoyz! [ 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 ] @tsume-is-asleep! [ 1 / 2 ] @lesbianluxray! [ 1 ] @rolyjulioli! [ 1 ] @tropicalfox! [ 1 ] @darkxwolf17! [ 1 ] @creepincrawl! [ 1 ] Giveitapearl [Instagram]! [ 1 / 2 ] LunarGalaxyWing [Instagram]! [ 1 / 2 / 3 ] xThe.Real.Reidx [Instagram]! [ 1 ] FangGraves [Instagram]! [ 1 / 2 ] ToastyTrip [Instagram]! [ 1 ] HeyIsSammy [Instagram]! [ 1 / 2 ] Blootis [Instagram]! [ 1 ] Keeymann [Instagram]! [ 1 ] Band.1te [Instagram]! [ 1 ] Ott [Toyhouse]! [ 1 ] Glow_Squiid [Instagram]! [ 1 ] Honeypaws.Art [Instagram]! [ 1 ] Fruittyfoxx [Instagram]! [ 1 ]

To anyone wondering, no, this shirt is NOT FOR SALE!! This is a very personal thing for me every year, and of course it would be wrong of me to profit off the work of other people

Again, thank you all so much to those of you who’ve made me something at any point, who’s work I’ve included here, and just people who continue to support my work and what I do. It really does mean the world <33

You can see closeups of the design below the cut if you want! I'll also reblog this with my previous years' versions as well! :D

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adultswim2021 · 2 months

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Aqua Teen Hunger Force #93: “A PE Christmas” | December 13, 2009 - 11:45PM | S08E01 regular series version aired March 15, 2010 @ 12:00AM

It’s the Aqua Teen Christmas episode, in which Shake and Meatwad steal Public Enemy’s identity and try to cut a rap record to sell on Christmas. It’s a pretty bad plan because they record it on Christmas eve and Shake sorta just believes the CD will appear in stores on Christmas day. The stores aren’t even open on Christmas day!! SHAKE COME ON!

Mostly this one just consists of two scenes: one where the Aqua Teens attend Christmas mass and Shake acts childish. There’s a nice crowd scene filled with people from previous episodes, and for some reason the monsters are all sitting on the opposite side of the room. You hate to see a segregated church on Christmas. Then there’s the scene in the recording studio, with Shake and Meatwad coming up with bad ideas and recording them. The gag at the end of this, where Shake takes a big shit and it winds up on Meatwad’s track for Silent Night, is pretty low-brow, but it’s maybe the funniest thing in the episode. I don’t want to like it, I’m not about that life.

This episode featured a bit of a twist where it turns out that Shake was filled with eels, hence his violent butthole outbursts. The original broadcast of this ended with Shake in jail, because he broke into a Better Buy store to see how his record was selling. He gets exploded to death after a bunch of eels burst out of him. When this episode aired as part of season seven, they added an ending that sorta explains that the Eels belonged to Chuck D (flagrantly misidentified as Flava Flav on the ATHF wiki).

This one’s pretty lame, TBH. There were things in it I liked, but the best thing being a poo poo joke really should sum it all up. It also mildly perturbed me that this one airs between the live-action episode and the official season premiere “Rabbot Redux” which includes some continuity, so I numbered it according to the in-season air order. It also airs in some fucked up order on DVD! I don’t know why! I don’t know why they do that!

Oh yeah I also liked the part where Shake rudely bangs on the glass in the recording studio. Pretty funny.

EPHEMERA CORNER:

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15th Annual Holiday Content Marathon (December 18, 2009)

An evening of Christmas specials. Also scheduled was “Gary’s Posse”, a promo that aired for a show that didn’t actually exist; in fact, I forgot all about this. Gary’s Posse was put on the schedule for AM this evening, but it was just a repeat of King of the Hill. Swimpedia (where I got this and nearly all of my scheduling information from) uncovered the fact that this is actually just stock footage from Julien Tromeur called "Afraid of your sexual fantasies." The promo advertising Gary’s Posse was just a gag.

10:00/2:00 King of the Hill: Livin' on Reds, Vitamin C and Propane (Schedule Promo Falsely Announced Gary's Posse at 2:00 AM)

10:30/2:30 King of the Hill: 'Twas the Nut Before Christmas

11:00/3:00 Robot Chicken: Dear Consumer

11:15/3:15 The Venture Bros.: A Very Venture Christmas

11:30/3:30 American Dad!: The Best Christmas Story Never

12:00/4:00 Aqua Teen Hunger Force: Cybernetic Ghost of Christmas Past from the Future

12:15/4:15 Aqua Teen Hunger Force: T-Shirt of the Dead

12:30/4:30 Moral Orel: The Best Christmas Ever!

12:45/4:45 Moral Orel: Honor

1:00/5:00 Baby Blues: A Baby Blues Christmas Special

1:30 Tom Goes to the Mayor: Rats Off to Ya!

1:45 Sealab 2021: Feast of Alvis

5:30 Home Movies: The Adventures of Cho & Amy Lee

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KON writes:

Worth noting about THE VENTURE BROS S04E07 "THE BETTER MAN"... it features the use of the Dana Snyder character completely unironically going "sooo... that happened." Granted this was right before that became the exclusive domain of MCU-type dialogue, but it still hit my ear about as harshly as any Bush-era slur. Nasty!

OH YEAH! I think I made note of that but for some reason it didn't make my write-up. i couldn't tell if that was bad writing or if that was an intentional character thing, but usually characters call each other out for saying stuff like that. So, that happened.

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freuleinanna · 2 years

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last ones standing

Charasters: Laura Kearney, Travis Hackett (non-romance) Chosen ending: everyone dies, except Laura, Travis, and Max Short summary: Laura and Travis in the aftermath of the blood bath occurred at the Hackett's Quarry camp, because I'm a sucker for enemies-to-cautious-slightly-less-enemies trope :) Words count: 1242

Tags: @katnisspeetaprim, @imperfectjam, @b33barlowsstuff (you awesome people asked for a tag, so here we are! If you'd like to, I can tag you in future posts, but I'll also tag quarry works as (# anna writes the quarry))

(I also have to warn you that english isn't my first language, so... yeah)

(the gif is just to show the characters, it's not this exact scene)

The camp fell silent for the first time since the sundown. It wasn’t an easy silence, though. It had some strange finality to it that gritted on the teeth, and the shivers were dancing all over the sweaty skin. Overall, it felt… well, nauseating. Like that last drink before you black out at a party. Some fucking party.

‘Is this… is this everyone?’ ‘How the damn hell should I know?’

Laura glanced over to find the cop scrutinizing the bodies. Some they found within the camp premises, others they had to drag. Wasn’t pretty. No, sir, it wasn’t.

‘I only met like four of them’, she said gulping down a huge lump in her throat. ‘Care to identify the ones you know?’ ‘Will it help if I do?’ ‘Not really’, the man shrugged, his face wincing for a moment. ‘They’re still going to the lake.’

That flat tone. That mother-hollering flat tone he had. It almost made Laura feel angry again. It almost made her feel again, period.

‘Fuck you, man’, she spit out walking up to him. Travis Hackett, the goddamn ultimate Hacketteer. She pushed him, half-heartedly. The cop swayed, barely even looking at her. She pushed again, harder. Torn uniform, scratches, splashes of blood all over his face. His eyes locked on hers for a second, but he didn’t say a word. She wanted him to. Maybe if he did, she’d feel something, anything, anything but death all around. She pushed again.

‘You don’t wanna do this’. ‘I fucking do’. ‘No, you don’t.’ ‘I fucking do!’ she kept pushing harder and harder, her voice getting higher and higher. He didn’t even protest, just stood there with his eyes wearily closed, swaying, making half-steps back. ‘I FUCKING DO, YOU SON OF A BITCH!’

That last push became a punch against his shoulders, with both of her hands, and somehow took all her strength. Laura stopped, gasping for air. The smell of dried blood hang heavily in the air. She quivered at its familiarity.

‘You done?’ Travis opened his eyes, locking her into place. A shadow of a frown on his forehead. With a gesture close to a comic one he set his sheriff badge straight on his shredded shirt. And with that simple gesture, he suddenly looked unsure. Lost, just like her.

‘Yeah, I’m done’, Laura grumbled, stepping back. ‘I’m so done with you’. ‘Good.’ ‘Eat shit.’

She slumped on the grass, looking at the heap of bodies with glassy eyes. Kids. They were all just kids. She was a kid, too, a stupid kid who didn’t think anything could touch her. Look where that got them.

‘What, no nickname?’

The cop sat down beside her, moving slowly, as if every muscle of his body was sore. She bet it was.

‘Eat shit, Officer Fuck-itt’, she retorted without missing a beat. ‘There you go’, he smirked. Laura snorted. It was the absurdity, it must have been. The absurdity of sitting next to her kidnapper-slash-prison-guard whose werewolf brother didn’t check his voice mail that one time, and now here they were, in a summer camp full of dead bodies. A sudden thought pulled her insides.

‘Are you gonna let me go?’

Travis fell silent for a moment. She heard him sigh, then suck on his tooth with an audible tssk!

‘You killed my family.’ ‘Your family killed, like, a whole bunch of camp counselors. Are we really comparing the body count?’

He gave out a muffled laugh. It was so fucking bizarre to hear that man laugh. She thought all he could do was stare, grit his teeth, and be the creepiest fucker around. Laura turned to look at him over her shoulder.

‘So, is that a yes? I really don’t feel like fighting for my life right now, man.’ ‘You’ve done enough,’ he nodded. ‘Get the hell outta here, I’ll clean this mess up. Not my first rodeo.’ ‘Hopefully, your last.’ ‘That’s the only reason you’re getting away,’ he took half a glance at Laura before pointing his finger at her. ‘No. Just…no. Not a word.’

She mimed utter surprise, but kept all the stingy comments about his way of expressing gratitude and where he could shove it to herself. There was, actually, something else to resolve first.

‘Max is on the island, I need to go get him.’ ‘What, this island?’ Travis seemed genuinely confused. ‘Duh.’ ‘Why?!’ ‘Because there's water around it for safety?’ she was drawling out her words as if speaking with a child. Not a very bright child. The short fuse circuited. ‘No, why on earth would you b-- You know what, doesn’t matter. Go get him and get the hell out.’ ‘We’re gonna need a car.’

A long, deep, exasperated sigh.

‘Fine, take mine.’ ‘Thanks, Officer Di--’ ‘Don’t you goddamn dare.’

And just like that, with his voice, the sun came up. Like a fucking switch. The audacity made Laura shiver. Sunrise spilled over the pile of bodies, flickered in pools of almost coagulated blood. Funny, how emotions work. Now it seemed like the only thing that dragged her through the last moments of the night was Travis Hackett’s dry growl of a speech. But now that work was done.

She got up.

‘Should we leave the car somewhere, or…?’ The cop looked at her with empty eyes for a moment, and then suddenly snorted. ‘What?’

Travis got up too, rubbing his sore shoulder and neck, but there was definitely a shitty smile on his lips.

‘What?!’ Laura repeated impatiently. ‘Yeah, there’s a place.’

To be honest, his smile was starting to look a little neurotic.

‘Either you spill it or…’ ‘I was thinking, the Harbinger motel.’

He could barely contain himself. Laura blinked. Then blinked again. Then she felt her lips spread in the same crazed neurotic smile – and then the laughter came, waves and waves of it. They coughed, and wailed, and probably looked completely and utterly insane, both beaten and bloodied, but that was the most sane thing that happened over this hell of a night.

They had to take a moment to calm down, though. Both got quiet and serious. Travis cracked his neck, let out a deep breath. Once again, he became collected, reserved. A book closed shut. Laura regarded him for a moment. Then nodded.

‘I’d better go.’

And she almost did, except for the hand on her wrist. She twitched instinctively. The cop let go almost at once. His eyes were deadly serious now. The eyes of the man, whom she almost killed, but didn’t, and who almost killed her – but didn’t. Quite a pair they were. Last ones standing.

‘For the rest of the world, nothing happened here. Do you understand?’

Laura nodded again.

‘I can’t hear you.’ ‘I do.’

Accepting her answer, Travis tossed her the car keys.

‘Go, then. Now.’ ‘Are you…’ she hesitated for a moment. ‘Are you gonna be okay?’

He just tilted his head, raised his eyebrows sarcastically. He was really, truly insufferable.

‘Nevermind, got it. Nothing happened, no lurking officers, no werewolves, nada.’ ‘Good.’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Harbinger motel.’ ‘Heard that one before,’ she scoffed. ‘Better follow it through this time.’ ‘Aye-aye, officer.’

She saluted and was finally able to turn her back on the man. She hoped to never, under no circumstances, to see him again. She tried to shift her thinking to the next steps. She even managed to feel a bit lighter with every step she put between herself and Travis Hackett.

What she didn’t do is say goodbye.

#the quarry #laura kearney #travis hackett #the quarry spoilers #anna writes the quarry #something i wrote #laura x travis but in a 'thanks for not killing me' 'yeah likewise' kinda way #the quarry game #the quarry fics #supermassive games #laura x max is still endgame yall #travis hackett fics

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hawkinshellraiser · 1 year

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@ems-roleplay-blog

"Jesus, you've got to let me at least put the car in park before you open the door. Or stop all the way. I'm going to run into one of your neighbor's mail boxes one of these days." He rolled his eyes and took his foot off the brake so he could head out of the neighborhood. Maybe going just a smidge faster than he normally would have because he refused to be late to work.

"Well. I was up late, and my alarm didn't go off. I guess nobody can be on time every time." He glanced at her for a moment then looked back to the road. "We'll be fine."

Nancy was at his side in a second, concern written all over her face. "Jesus, Eddie. Have you been up and moving around a bunch? You shouldn't have done that. Here, come on, come sit down." She led him by the elbow back into Steve's room because it was the closest place she could sit him down on.

"Here, let me look at your stitches. Did you take anything for the pain? Does Steve even have anything." He carefully pushed his shirt up to look at his stomach, fingers brushing over the stitching.

"Okay, well, I've been worried sick all night about you and Eddie. Mostly Eddie. But definitely you too," Robin started to ramble as she buckled in and they drove away from her house. "I didn't wanna call in cause you were knocked out or something, I didn't wanna bother you guys, but I called Nancy like three times to see if she'd heard from you. If I had my license I would have driven by hour house full stalker mode."

Eddie happily collapsed back in Steve's bed, only half sitting up against the headboard. He only winced a little when she touched the biggest one of his wounds. "I took something before Steve left. Some old pain meds from his dad. I think he underestimated my tolerance for medication."

He took a few deep breaths while the pain slowly began to subside. "No, that was the most I moved all day. It hurt immediately after I woke up. But, uh..." Eddie nibbled nervously on his bottom lip. "I probably moved around a little too much last night, yeah."

#🖤 / heaven is a place on earth with you: musing #🖤 / ems roleplay blog

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cassandrajoybellbittner · 2 months

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Runaway Wolf - Chapter 8a

*Warning Adult Content*

Kyle Parker

Shadows were everywhere... I couldn’t make out anything.

It was dark and cold... there was a weird thing in my head that constantly howled and whined.

The air was stale and suffocating with different obnoxious smells all around me.

I felt like I was trying to reach for something that was too far out of range.

A scratching inside that made me want to lose my mind.

It was like... I was never alone and always wanting something I didn’t know what?

Suddenly I was consumed by light that blinded me sending shots of pain through my eyes.

I was breathless and running.

The solid feel of something underneath my feet till there was nothing there but air.

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Gasping I shot up in the couch grabbing at the back of it.

Sweat was dripping down my face as I tried to catch my breath.

A whine made me look over to see the wolf lying beside me on the couch.

He was watching me with concern.

I dug my hand in his soft fur, needing some sort of reassurance.

Whimpering he scooted closer and rubbed his face against my face as if to calm me down.

Sighing, I look over at the clock to see it was 12:00 noon and the apartment was quiet.

I knew that Levi wasn’t here.

It might sound strange but I had this strong sense when he was around or not.

I threw the blanket off me and placed my feet on the ground but made no move to stand just rested my head in my hands, rubbing them through my hair roughly.

My head was throbbing painfully like it usually does when I have those types of dreams.

They’re never clear so they always leave me confused and frustrated.

Glancing up I noticed a white paper on the table in front of me.

Reaching over, I picked it up.

Kyle,

I’ve gone out with Matthew. The mail man should be there around 12:00 noon to deliver your information for you. Just sign your name. I’ll be home in a few hours.

Levi

Just then there was a knock causing both me and the wolf to snap our heads towards the door.

Slowly I stood, walking with hesitant steps.

For some weird reason I lifted my nose to sniff the air and knew that whoever was behind it I didn’t know.

They knocked again.

“Hello. I have a package for Mr. Levi Blackman,” with that I opened it to see a man in tan shirt and shorts with a clipboard and big yellow folder.

“Yeah. He’s not here right now but he told me to sign something.”

The guy just nodded and handed the clipboard over.

“Sign here sir.”

I did, then he handed me the package and left.

“Have a nice day.”

“Yeah, thanks,” I mumbled staring down at the bulging package in my hands.

This was it, where I can learn about myself, know who I really am.

My mind was racing at a pace I couldn’t even explain.

If I opened this how drastically would my ignorant world change?

Would I remember or just know a whole bunch of things about the stranger that is me?

I swallowed and quickly threw the envelope on the table and rushed towards Levi’s bedroom.

It can wait a little while longer.

I went straight for the shower and turned the water to a medium heat.

Sheading all my clothes I stepped in just noticing the wolf laying in the door way, his head on his paws and his eyes closed.

Slowly I slid down so I sat in the tub, the jet of water hitting me in a soothing manner as I stared at the animal.

“I should give you a name if you’re just going to follow me around all the time,” I voiced causing him to lift and cock his head at me.

“How about, Bill?” I joked but I got a disapproving growl from him.

I chuckled resting my head against the wall.

“Alright... um... lets see… Jamie?”

He huffed.

“Okay, no Jamie then. What about falcon?”

I smiled at him watching him from the corner of my eyes and saw him move his head away from me with dislike.

“Oh come on... That one was a cool one,” I laughed but he made no move.

“Bandit.”

Nothing.

At this point I was laughing hard at his pickiness.

“Lakota?” suddenly came out of my mouth, without much thought and his head shot up, his tail thumped wildly against the floor boards. I frowned at him and myself.

“Lakota, it is then.”

I dried off wrapping the towel around my waist.

I walked towards Levi’s closet going through a bunch of shirts till I found one that fit.

Then to the dresser he told me was his ‘boyfriends’ and snatched a pair of jeans much to my displeasure.

I donned on the clothes but froze right when I was leaving the room.

I was being pulled back in, towards the bed, something was calling me to it and I couldn’t stop myself from knelling over the bed, taking the sheets in my hands and hesitantly bringing them up to my nose.

I took a deep breath and my head began to swim with emotions I never felt before.

A longing to be closer to and consume, MATE with.

The sent reminded me of the sweet smell of apples and pine, so fresh and intoxicating.

It devoured all my sense till all I could do was fall forward and lay enveloped in the majesty of it all completely immobilized.

A breathy moan left my lips as I twisted and turned in the sheets.

My skin was tingly all over, I felt like I was floating in a peace of heaven.

I just wanted to smother it all over me.

My thoughts were thrust back to last night, how I had the owner of this delicious scent under me, his body pressed against mine sending mine in a frenzy of hunger and need but yesterday I wasn’t hit this hard with his scent.

Suddenly I wanted him here so I could get the full extent.

Feel his lips upon mine, the solid feel of his lean body again.

I bunched his pillow and comforter in my arms and inhaled once more enjoying the seductive high it gave me.

My body was hard and needy for release and my bottom and top canines were throbbing painfully.

I slid off the bed reluctantly, fixing the mess and hurried from the room Lakota behind me.

I glanced at the yellow package as I shoved my shoes on but I shook my head and opened the door letting the wolf out locking and closed it behind me.

I needed air and so did Lakota.

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boriqidi · 1 year

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sarahlynnirl · 2 years

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✨personal post aka the lore✨

well me and b yk yk😏 on Friday and i was really nervous like honestly we were both a little awkward about it the ❄️ was really strong and idkk he’ll always make me nervous🥺simp moment but he isss my celebrity crush so when we start up our whatever again I always get a little flustered and freeze up and like he takes off his shirt in front of me and I’ll literally be scared to look directly at me him because once I start I feel like I’ll never stop staring #simp4life

But idk he asked me to cuddle first he wasn’t just like “so…wanna fuck?” like it was sweeet and stg he knows what he’s doing when he’ll like gently hold my head and kiss the top of my head a bunch of times while I’m sucking dick and like look at me with so much love. And then obvi once we started fucking I relaxed and let go of the nervousness and he had to hold a pillow over my mouth at one point ughhh🤤

And then he had to leave for weekend jail I was straight cheeeesin the whole walk home feeling 20 again type shit but then on Saturday ben mailed me presents and one of them was a green xan which I couldn’t resist doing while hanging with sky and I forgot how good and calming it feels. Like yeah ngl I was stressing a little, got flooded w hella dopamine oxytocin all the stupid love & lust chemicals and then I can’t even talk to him and I’m worried about how he’s doin in there. I don’t wanna pull a whole rue and Jules “when’d you relapse” “the night you left” but damn I totally did

Was barred out ln debated texting him, thankfully held back and just vented my feelings to Ethan. Ethan said he very likely wouldn’t have his phone in weekend jail and I briefly considering asking rob if he got to keep his phone and also if he ever got lonely at night in there. Realized I was pretty high and was like hey bestie maybe sending that message is not the move. Woke up and realized that was obvi the right call considering 1 it was the weekend so he prob didn’t even HAVE his phone and 2 he’s not a “let’s talk about our feelings” type homeboy like Ethan so he woulda been like “do I ever get lonely? Val wtf” 😂

Sooo I grabbed another 3 green bars from Tweez today :/ it’s like I wanna be clean but I also wanna actually enjoy my life and not feel like shit all the time. I want a doctor to actually care about me so I could be honest and be like look I don’t wanna be an addict copping street bars and screwing up my life but I’m in so much pain while off benzos and I need to work out a plan that gives me a better quality of life. I just wanna see b when he gets out and since I’ll be on xan actually RELAXX around him, cuddle up, laugh, kiss him first, not be so nervous. I deserve that like bro….why am I a worthless junkie for wanting to enjoy. my. life.

So anyway it’s now Sunday night I’m hoping he gets out early tomorrow morning so before I fall asleep I wanna send a cute (but not so cute to the point that I come off smothering clingy bitch) text for him to see in case he gets out before I wake up. Bro like. I shouldn’t be jumping through hoops and trying to stuff down my feelings to be what he wants or needs rn while just ignoring what I want or need but….I love him. I’ve always loved him. I will always will love him.

#personal #Branden #relapse #tw relaspe #drug addiction #Xanax #anxiety #love life #adult human female

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1amluv · 2 years

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊

young!remus lupin x hufflepuff!reader

word count: 0.7k words

plot: remus was only there to help james get flowers, but he didn't mind meeting an adorable puupy though. mostly because it has an adorable owner.

warning: messy writing; proofread it but didn't care enough (lol help me)

a/n: i love this guy sm, hopefully this wasn't too bad for my first fic! reblogging is always appreciated♡

ヽ( ´¬`)ノ : hp masterlist - req/mail

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“alright, i can wait.”

a hint of a smile appeared on remus’ face, clearly delighted to finish his task faster than the other boys.

these tasks were assigned by james, something about helping him find a perfect gift for evans. he, of course, had to give remus the duty of getting flowers, claiming that with all the books he read, it would be a miracle if he didn’t at least know about some symbolization a flower holds and stuff. remus was about to disagree when the other boy quickly allured him with 3 boxes of his favorite chocolate. he couldn’t say no to that and so it led him here, now waiting for the florist to come back with the flowers james told him to get.

he tapped his feet while waiting when suddenly he could hear a loud noise from the street. he paid no attention to it though but soon, the sound seemed to become nearer and nearer. quickly holding his breath and covering his face, he prepared himself for the worst thing that could happen. but nothing happened. huh? he peeked through his fingers and saw the prettiest girl he has ever laid his eyes on.

“hey, 'm sorry, did this little guy startle you?”

awestruck with her melodic voice, he was unable to reply as his gaze was fixed to the person in front of him. a chuckle escaped the person’s mouth as she once asked him again “you okay there?”

reality hit him hard. “i- i um” he began to stammer, finding the right words so as to not creep her out. "huh? oh yeah, i'm oka- fine. yes, fine.”

the stranger hummed in response. “great! sorry about leo. it’s his first time here so he got a little carried away.” which he quickly answered with a soft ‘no worries’. lifting the owner of the loud noise earlier, remus couldn’t help but grin as he saw a cute pup that somehow reflected his owner’s playful and kind demeanor.

“leo, ahah stop!” she squinted her eyes and let out a hearty laugh as her dog began to lick her face, which remus thought was adorable. it looks like she’s wearing a shirt paired with a sweater and a skirt as well as a yellow and black tie. oh, must be a hufflepuff, he thought to himself.

arf! the dog’s attention quickly went to Remus, it seemed that he took a liking to the boy in front of him so it wagged its tail like an excited child. “hey there buddy.” he petted the dog that was still in his owner’s arms in gentle care. he swore he saw the girl blushed as she noticed how little to no space there were in between them. nonetheless, she beamed at the sight in front of her.

“sorry again for bothering you. but if you don’t mind though, we can hang out in the cafe near here sometime. seems like my pup has grown to like you in just 3 minutes.”

“wait, me?” he wasn’t expecting it to go like this at all. “oh, no.” heat crept into his cheeks as he bowed his head down in embarrassment.

“‘was talking to the flower beside you.”

feeling the relief all over his body, he looked at the girl again with more confidence and saw the light smirk painted on her face. “hmm sure. i can find some time for you i guess. and for leo.”

suddenly bending, she put down her pet, swiftly hugged him, and then left the flower shop.

“thanks, pretty boy!”

and just like that, she left him smiling at the door of the flower shop. well, that was until he heard a familiar mocking voice just behind him.

“well lads, i guess we now know why pretty boy wasn’t in our meeting spot for the gifts.”

turning around to see all of the marauders behind him, he weakly replied, “shut up, padfoot.” which only earned a bunch of giggles from the boys. “yeah, yeah, whatever. how long were you guys here anyway?” remus asked while holding the flowers that the lady left for him on her table.

james quickly opened his boisterous mouth without thinking that much, “long enough to hear your little girlfriend preferring flowers over you.”

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well, let’s just say that james ended up buying another bouquet.

#redamancy #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin fluff #young!remus x reader #young!remus lupin x reader #young!remus lupin x hufflepuff!reader #remus lupin x hufflepuff!reader #young!remus lupin

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 3 years

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A Lick of Paint

Summary: Spencer has no idea his best friend is harboring a secret talent

A/N: This was is one-shot request from a little while ago! I hope you guys enjoy it

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Artist!Reader)

Category: Fluff & Smut

Warnings/Includes: smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, riding, paint is involved (but it doesn’t go anywhere it shouldn’t), please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 3.6k

Request: “Would u do one where it’s a fem!reader x spencer (smut or fluff what ever feels right) where they’re best friends and the reader is very private and one day spencer comes over to her apartment and sees that she’s a really talented painter/drawer/artist ? Thank u!!”

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He didn’t have a crush on her. No way. She was just his best friend, nothing more. Just his best friend who he thought about all the time, his best friend who he knew everything about, who he couldn't wait until tomorrow to see.

They got in from their latest case at half past midnight, he was a night owl, and he knew she was too, so why would she mind him showing up uninvited? He hadn’t seen her in 15 days and he probably could wait one more, but he really didn't want to.

Showing up at her door after 1am with a bottle of wine and some snacks he took a minute to run his fingers through his hair and straighten out his shirt before he knocked on the door. He could hear a rustling from the other side, and he could see the light shifting about beneath the door frame. So she was home, and she was awake, and he was trying to suppress his eager little smile.

“You can’t keep calling over this late Mrs. Warner! I don’t have any of your mail—Spencer!” she says it in a little yelp as she pulls the door completely open. And she's standing in front of him in nothing but an oversized button up shirt, her hair’s all messy around her head and there’s a little pencil tucked behind her ear.

He’s not really sure what’s going on but he’s sure that he likes it.

“Just me” he pulls his lips into a small smile and gives a tiny little wave with his free hand, shaking the bottle of wine in his other. “I hope I’m not intruding, we just got in earlier than I thought we would and I figured you’d still be up”

As he’s explaining she’s shutting the door slightly again, hiding her body behind it just a little. And even if he wasn’t a profiler he’d know she was uncomfortable, so he starts to shake his head.

“You know what, don’t worry about it! I can come back another time— or I can— I can give you some space if you need it? This was a stupid idea anyway, I should go— I’m gonna go!” he knows he sounds stupid, he’s a rambling mess but before he can properly retreat she’s swinging the door open fully again, reaching out for him and just grabbing him by the strap of his satchel.

“No Spencer wait! I’m happy to see you, I really am” she pulls him to the doorway, letting him step inside. “It’s just— messy? And you haven’t seen my apartment like this before” she’s rushing it out once he gets inside, placing her hands on his shoulders to try and spin him around before he can catch a glimpse of the state of her living room.

“Just gimme a second to tidy—”

“Do you— are you an artist?” he’s not even listening to her anymore, he’s completely fixed on the pages and sketchbooks all scattered around her living room. The sofa is pulled back to create space for the huge canvas that’s spread out all over the floor. Paints and brushes all lined up next to it.

“No!” she shakes her head, “Well not really, I just, I draw sometimes, and paint I guess? But it’s just for me” she’s still got her hands on his shoulders, trying to turn him around in spite of the fact that he’s already seen everything she was trying to hide. Or had managed to keep hidden until now.

“You never told me?” he just looks confused now more than anything, but his eyes are still blown wide as he starts to walk towards the area of the room covered in her materials.

“It’s really nothing Spencer, I didn’t want to tell you, because then you’d want to see, and then I wouldn’t want to show you, or I would show you, and then you’d hate it, and you’d just tell me you liked it to be nice, and I can tell when you’re lying Spencer, and I couldn’t handle that. So yeah, I didn’t tell you. But I haven't told anyone.” she’s not looking at him when she speaks anymore, her hands are just wrapped tight around her body protectively. This felt like she was so entirely exposed.

She had only kept two secrets from him all these years. Her art. And her unending infatuation for him. How could she not let him in when he showed up at her front door so excited, and looking so cute in his little sweater with his messy curls.

“Hey” he reaches out, placing a gentle hand on her forearm, coaxing her to unwrap them. So they fall to her sides and she feels even more exposed now. “If you want me to go, I’ll go. If you want me to stay, I’ll stay. If you want me to stand out in the hall while you hide all of this stuff, and then we pretend none of this happened, I’ll get comfy out there right now. But I just need you to know that I love you very much, and I’d support anything you ever choose to do. And I know what I want shouldn't factor in, but for what it’s worth, I would like to see some of your work— It doesn't have to be now! But just, if you ever wanted to show me anything, I’d love to see it.”

She can feel how earnest the words are, and she knew he loved her, but it was always so nice to hear it out loud, coming from those gorgeous pink lips. She wants to speak but the words feel like they’re almost caught in her throat when she looks up at him, she has to force them out.

“I’ll show you” she breathes, “I want to show you”

His eyebrows shoot up as she speaks, “I didn't mean— you don’t have to!” he rushes out as she goes to fetch one of her sketchbooks from the ground, handing it to him.

“I want to, honestly. If someones going to see this stuff, I want it to be you” once the sketchbook’s in his grip and out of her hands completely she walks away from him, going to sit on the ground next to the canvas. Right where she’d been sitting when he knocked on the door earlier.

Neither of them say a word while he goes through it page by page. It doesn't occur to her that she’s not sure which one she handed him until she can hear footsteps approaching her from behind.

When he sits down beside her he’s got the sketchbook open to a double spread and she recognizes it instantly.

“Are these drawings of me?” he asks, and it’s almost a whisper, like he doesn’t want to scare her. But she nods.

“Um, yeah. There’s actually a bunch of you in these sketchbooks. Your bone structure is just— I don't know— it’s nice to look at” his lips curve up in a small smile at that.

“You think I’m nice to look at?” he teases and she rolls her eyes,

“From an artistic perspective, you're interesting” she tries to walk it back.

“So now I’m just interesting?” he asks, a little smug now that he can tell she’s nervous.

“That’s not what I said!” he starts to chuckle then, closing the notebook and placing it down on the ground behind him.

“Relax, I’m messing with you, and for what it’s worth I think you’re nice to look at too. From any perspective” those few words make her forget where she is completely, they make her feel an entirely different kind of worry than the one she’d been experiencing earlier.

“And I love your work. You said you could tell when I was lying, am I lying?” he’s looking straight into her eyes as he speaks, and she can feel the way her heart is palpitating.

“No, you’re, uh, you're telling the truth” she shakes her head, but his eyes stay focused on her.

“What’s going on this canvas then?” he asks with a smile, and she breaks the eye contact so she can grab another one of her notebooks to show him some of the thumbnails she’d drawn for it.

“This is the idea, I think I need to practice it on something smaller though, just to get a feel for it” she explains as she points to the different shapes on the page, but then Spencer gets an idea.

“Use me” he says, and she just looks at him perplexed, “You said I was interesting, use me as your canvas?” he pulls off his cardigan as he speaks, rolling up his shirt sleeves to expose his bare arms.

“Spencer, I meant like, a smaller sheet or something, not your arm!” she’s laughing it off, mostly because being in close contact like that with him would probably break her.

“Well use my back then” he says it like it’s obvious, taking off his tie, then unbuttoning his shirt from the top, getting to the third button before she reaches out to stop him.

“You don’t have to do that” she says it with a laugh, like her heart’s not beating out of her chest from the little glimpse of bare skin she can see through the open part of his shirt.

He looks straight into her eyes as he speaks, “I want to.” the words settle in the air between them and they come to a silent agreement. Her hands falling from his so that he can undo the rest of his buttons, shrugging out of his shirt so that she can see his bare torso.

He sits like that for a second, awaiting instructions.

“Um, you should lie down on your front” she says, gesturing to the canvas laid out on the ground, “Wait!” she calls out as he moves to lie down, “You should probably take off your trousers? I don’t wanna get paint on them or anything”

It’s the truth really, but it still feels silly to say out loud. Luckily he just laughs a little and takes them off, but the little clinking sound his belt makes does something to her breathing.

By the time he’s laying face down on the canvas, his head resting on his folded arms, she’s got her materials all lined up next to her. She kneels down beside him, but as she's about to start it occurs to her that this is the complete wrong angle to start the piece. And she knows where she needs to sit, but she’s got no idea how to ask.

“Spencer— I can’t really— this angle is a bit, um…” she stutters

“Maybe you should sit on me?” he asks, uncharacteristically calm, maybe it was the way her voice kept going up an octave, or how fast her heart had been beating almost this entire time, but something made him realize that he wasn’t the nervous one here for maybe the first time since he’d known her.

“You would— You don't mind?” she asks before even moving, and he smiles to himself.

“How could I?”

With that she climbs in top of him, resting a leg either side of his hips. She’s painfully aware that the only thing separating them now is the thin layer of each of their underwear. But she pushes the thought aside as she gets to work.

Spencer’s quiet and well behaved for most of it, only remarking every now and again when the paint was cold against his skin, or when he had to move just a little. All in all she’s finished within an hour.

“Are you finished?” he asks, his eyes closed, relaxing beneath her as she worked. There was something almost therapeutic about the feeling of the brushstrokes against his skin. But he hadn’t felt one for 3 whole minutes now.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just admiring it” she says, “I’ll take a picture for you” she reaches for her phone, snapping a quick photo. Then she sits up off of him and he misses the weight of her on top of him instantly.

When he sits up she sits down opposite him, handing over the phone so that he can take a look at the painting that adorned his back. He almost couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. The delicate lines, the striking colors, the perfect hands that had painted it.

“This is— I don’t even have the words” he says it in a hushed whisper, “I love it so much” she knows he’s telling the truth again, his eyes don't even look up from the screen to see her reaction, they’re still completely transfixed on the photo. When he does look up he’s smiling.

“Am I telling the truth?” he asks and she nods, but something about her nervous little expression, coupled with her sky-rocketing heart rate gives him the confidence he’s needed for years.

“What if I told that I’ve liked you for a very long time? Would I be telling the truth about that?” his smile is gone, instead it’s replaced with half-lidded eyes and softly parted lips.

For a second she’s not even sure if this is really happening, her eyes trail along his bare torso, taking in the tiny bits of paint that made it down his sides. When her eyes come back up to look in his own, still trained on her she can’t even speak, instead she’s lunging at him, pulling him in by the back of the neck and crashing their lips together.

She parts hers after a moment, allowing Spencer to slip his tongue inside, tangling with her own as his hands fly out to grab her by the waist, pulling her into his lap. When they break apart their chests are heaving, breathing ragged, staring straight into each others eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he gasps before his lips are on hers again, hungry and eager.

Her hands start to roam all over his body, soothing over the planes of his skin, digging her fingernails in every now and again, forcing a little moan out of Spencer each time. When he finally grows too impatient his fingers start to work open the buttons on her oversized shirt.

After a minute he’s managed to get them all open and he can pull the shirt apart. As it slouches off of her shoulders he can see her underwear, it’s mismatched and there’s something endearing about it. The fact that neither of them anticipated this. But that was probably for the best, if he knew this is what he was going to do tonight his nerves would’ve gotten the better of him.

His hands are on her immediately, grabbing her breasts over the light cotton fabric, squeezing them gently as he presses his mouth against her neck, planting soft kisses all along it. She takes the time to shrug out of the shirt completely, and his hands snake behind her to unhook her bra and pull it off. Exposing her breasts completely for just a second before his mouth is on them. Cupping one in each hand and placing rough, sloppy kisses all over the soft skin as she moans above him.

“Spencer” she says it with a little gasp as his lips wrap around one of her nipples, just the sound of his name tumbling from her lips was enough to make him hard.

“I need you” she whimpers, and he's gone, bringing one of his hands down between her legs, ghosting over the crotch of her panties to feel the damp patch that had formed there.

“You’re so wet for me” he breathes against her ear, pushing one of his fingers harshly against the fabric, right against her clit, forcing another moan from deep in her chest.

“Fuck, I’ve been wet since I climbed on top of you” she moans, “I was worried you were gonna be able to feel it” she says with a breathy laugh.

“If I’d have been able to feel this,” he says, rubbing small circles over her panties, “then you wouldn’t have gotten to finish that painting”

Once he takes his fingers away she pushes him down by his shoulders, finally straddling the other side of his hips like she’d been thinking about doing for the past hour, or past several years. But he lets out a small yelp of protest.

“The painting!” he says as his back collides with the canvas but she chuckles.

“Fuck the painting” she leans in planting feverish kisses all along the expanse of his neck, sucking and biting in spots so that they’d hopefully leave little bruises later on.

From there they both give up on trying to preserve any of the art on Spencer’s back. Within a matter of minutes it was smeared all along the canvas beneath them. Along with some of the paint one, or both of them, had managed to knock over.

He’s not sure exactly how it happened but at one point he grips her waist and leaves a blue hand print along her skin from the paint he’d managed to put his palm in. When she catches sight of it she just lets out a small laugh.

“I don’t care” she says, when he’s looking up at her with just the smallest hint of worry, “As long as it doesn't get inside me we’re alright”

Before they get too messy she sits up off of him for a minute, taking off her panties and using them to wipe off the little bit of paint that had somehow ended up next to Spencer’s bottom lip. He lets out a small gasp as she traces the fabric along his skin and mutters a tiny, “Good as new” in her sultry sweet voice.

And then her lips are on his again as one of her hands snakes down in-between them to pull at the waistband of his boxers, she gets them down far enough to pull his cock out so that it was right in front of her. He was already achingly hard but something about the size of if in her nimble fingers made him twitch in her grip, leaking from the head with the anticipation.

“God, the things I want to do to you” she gasps as she pumps him up and down in long last strokes, squeezing every now and again as he squirmed underneath her, “But right now I need you inside me Spencer”

With that she rises up on her knees, hovering over him and lining his cock up right between her legs. She takes a second to tease him, running the head through her folds, so that he could feel and hear just how wet she was for him. Once he looks like he can’t take even one more second of the teasing she lowers her hips slowly, sinking down onto his length bit by bit. Right until her hips were flush with his own and he was buried completely inside of her.

They both had to take a minute to savor the feeling. The way she was so wet and warm around him, so tight that he could feel the way she clenched around him.

The way he stretched her out so perfectly, filling her up in a way that made her think they might actually be made for each other.

And then she starts to move, pumping her hips up and down, leaning forward slightly so that she can rest her hands on his flushed chest for support. She starts off slow, almost at a teasing pace, taking him in as deep as she could each time.

“You feel even better than I imagined” he mutters, his hands coming up to grab her hips, leaving another set of handprints in their wake. “So perfect”

She leans down a little further so that she can place a small kiss on his lips.

“God, you do to! Didn’t know it could feel this good” she moans without really thinking about it, and then she realizes it’s the truth. Something about the anticipation made all of this feel so much better than it ever had with anyone else.

With his hands guiding her now, gripping her harshly, she starts to move faster. Working up and down with more force, both of them panting and moaning desperately as they grew closer and closer.

He’d dreamt about it, imagined it, thought about it, more times than he’d care to admit. But seeing her now, on top of him with her lips softly parted, little whines falling out of her as she hit her climax, he realized his mind could never do this justice.

“Fuck! Ah— Spencer, I’m gonna—” her hips slow to almost a stop, working up and down still but with staggered movements as she rides out her high. Thankfully Spencer’s only a second behind her and she can feel the way he's spilling inside of her, filling her up completely. Then she collapses flat onto his chest, both of them are covered in a sheen of sweat that almost makes their bare skin stick together.

“You’re covered in paint you know” is the first thing Spencer says, his fingers tracing along her back.

“You’re one to talk” she jokes, dragging her finger through the streak of red paint that had gotten on his neck somehow.

Then he finally turns his head, looking at the spilled and smeared paint that lay around them on the once bare canvas.

“I thought you needed this canvas for that painting?” he asks, but she just looks up at him with a smile.

“I think this turned out better”

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Between Fifth and You

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chapter one

“Olives or twist?”

Sirius had to watch the barkeep’s mouth to make out the words beneath the pounding music, which meant Sirius caught the way his eyes skittered across his face almost fearfully. The sheer amount of obsidian in this place probably did nothing to lighten his features. Not to mention, few people knew how to look him in the eye.

“Twist,” he said.

The man nodded and flipped the bottle of gin until it dipped into a shot glass, the glass into the ice. Sirius watched until he was stirring the bitters in and a hand appeared on his shoulder, lips to his neck.

“Burn this,” Saint said, and plucked at Sirius’ shirt sleeve, rubbing the black material between his fingers. Sirius raised an eyebrow as he turned. Saint’s own shirt was unbuttoned half way down his hard chest, light brown skin warm in the flashing club lights. “You’ve worn it too many times.”

“Hello to you, too,” Sirius said. “I like this shirt.”

“I liked it two months ago,” Saint replied. “It’s September now, your highness.”

Sirius scoffed as the bartender slid him his drink.

“You gonna tell everyone the sun did that?” Sirius took a clean sip of gin with one hand and stroked his other through Saint’s gold curls, only suddenly some of the slightly course strands were almost white.

Saint’s grin turned coy. “Isn’t it nice to have a mystery to think about?”

“Oh, yeah, do blonds have more fun?”

“You wouldn’t know.”

The music kicked up a beat that Sirius felt through his spine.

“Why do we always come here?” he leaned a hip against the bar. “We have an entire city.”

“Yeah, fuck the rest of the world, we have one whole city.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

Saint shook his head. “Because that’s what we do. You see that guy over there? I’ve taken him out four times. Couldn’t tell you his name. They couldn’t tell you mine.”

“Everyone knows your name, Saint.”

Saint grinned. “Maybe. But why do we go back to each other? Because we’re creatures of fucking habit.” Saint cocked his head, stole Sirius’ drink. “And what is this city but a bad, bad habit?”

Sirius’ blood cooled and he looked away.

What am I, Sirius? said the familiar voice from his memory. Am I easy? Am I safe? Do you want me, or am I just familiar now?

He closed his eyes against the memory of his reply.

Bad habit indeed.

XOXO

Spotted—a familiar face from the past. What has this train brought in? Thanks to a tip from @magicinthemaking, I bring you this picture of none other than Remus Lupin (and a certain Southern bell we know and love) under Grand Central’s stars. We missed you, Re—how was England? Or was it Europe?

The rumors can never seem to decide, but why the sudden change in plans to take his Junior year abroad? Here we were thinking he wanted nothing more than to stay.

I wonder how another certain star will feel about this sudden homecoming. And just in time for senior year’s Fall semester, too.

XOXO.

Remus adjusted his suitcase, glad he’d mailed so many of his things home. He’d been on U.S. soil for all of three hours, and he already missed Rome. He wanted to walk down the tiny staircase from his billet family’s apartment and get a cappuccino. He wanted to stand on the drain of the Pantheon and soak up the sheer history in the air.

He already wanted a break.

But he also wanted to see Julian. Sometimes it felt like the only thing pulling him back home was seeing his baby brother’s grin in real life rather than across a Facetime call.

“All good?”

Remus looked up at Leo. His blond hair was still bleached a bright blond from the Roman sun. Their program had ended in May, but Remus was glad they had stayed together. He hadn’t been looking for Leo—for someone to kiss for the first time in the rose garden at the top of the Aventine Hill while Leo told him about its past as a cemetery.

It’s footpaths are laid out like a Minorah, see? Leo had pointed out. To remember. 300 different types of roses isn’t enough. But I like to come here.

Remus thought it had been Leo’s love for history, and his respect, too, that had drawn him in. They both came from a world where the biggest thing most people cared about was what they’d wear to the next party, and who was bringing their next drink.

Remus hadn’t been able to believe his luck, as fragile as his heart was still.

“Yeah,” Remus nodded. “All good.”

But he wasn’t sure. They hadn’t been friends here, in the city, or at Hogwarts. It had been Rome. Remus didn’t know what their old lives would do to them. But he took Leo’s hand and watched the way Leo fingered the star he wore around his neck, the way he shot Remus his dimpled smile.

“Come on,” Remus said. “I want you to meet Julian.”

XOXO

Good morning Upper East Siders—Gossip Girl here. All trends point to Fall’s Hogwartsers coming back in Black—in more ways than one. Sirius Black’s got a baby brother on campus now, and after another wild summer for the Hogwarts College elite, count me in with the rest of them on wondering what to expect. Rumor is he’s not much like our favorite star.

“You don’t have to talk to me, you know.”

Sirius kept his eyes on his eggs and toast. “Your missing your tie. Mom said—”

“What do you care?” Regulus replied. “I hear when she used to make you wear one it usually ended up around some other guy’s neck by ten in the morning.”

“If you’re going to believe everything you read on Gossip Girl about me, then maybe I won’t talk to you.”

Regulus smirked. “So, you read it, too.”

“Boys.”

Both brothers went back to their breakfasts.

“Good morning, mom,” Sirius said.

Walburga Black smiled with her painted lips, resting a hand on Sirius’ shoulder and bending to kiss his cheek.

“Don’t you both look handsome for your first day. Although that leather jacket has seen better days, Sirius. Do what you want for dinner, ask Chef, I don’t care. I’ll be at the House.”

The House. The House of Black, his mother’s million dollar fashion industry.

“Fine,” Regulus nodded, and rose. “I’ll take the first car.”

Sirius rolled his eyes again. “Really?”

Regulus just snatched up his backpack.

Saint, James, and Thomas were waiting for him on one of the courtyard tables when Sirius got out of the Escalade. It certainly felt like a first day of a semester. Saint’s neck dripped in gold necklaces—a story behind each one. Thomas, who had replaced his short braids with a closely shaved head, wore a white t-shirt and ripped up jean shorts, gold nose-ring glinting in the sun. James had evidently been helped out by Lily, as usual, a green, tight-fitting Henley shirt bunched up at his elbows. The two flanked Saint, who basked on top of the stone table, head tilted back to bare his throat in a way that made Sirius think of last night, in the back of the bar. He could see a purplish mark he had left there.

“You’re looking surprisingly chipper,” James said when Sirius reached Hogwarts’ courtyard.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, knowing he didn’t. “I’m not failing any classes yet, James.”

His friends went oddly silent. Sirius looked around at them, spreading his hands in confusion. Saint wouldn’t look at him, expression going oddly stoney. Thomas, finally, offered him his phone, biting his lip. Sirius took it.

His heart leapt to his throat. He didn’t even bother reading the Instagram caption. Remus loomed out at him from the phone screen.

“Leo Knut,” Saint said. “Who would have thought.”

Sirius cleared his throat and turned away from the picture—from Remus and Leo’s clasped hands.

“Why wouldn’t I be chipper?” he said again, and ignored their unconvinced expressions. “I’ve got class.”

Under his desk while he waited for the rest of the class to show, Sirius pulled out his phone and opened Instagram.

XOXO

Remus approached campus slowly. He felt like he didn’t know anyone anymore, even if he knew that wasn’t true. He thought he saw James from afar, but Lily and Kasey didn’t have class today.

Really, Remus didn’t know if he had many friends that weren’t…shared. That didn’t feel too close to home. Manhattan wasn’t that big of an island.

He looked down at his schedule he’d written out on his phone.

The 19th Century Novel - Hogsmeade R#302.

He made his way to the Hogsmeade building and climbed the spiral staircase quickly. It all felt too industrial, too metallic. At least he’d woken up with Leo, who still had the ancient air about him. He didn’t want that bubble to pop.

“Mr. Lupin,” Professor McGonagall beamed when he walked in, and Remus smiled, too at her familiar Scottish drawl. “It’s so very nice to have you back.”

“Hi, Professor. It’s good to be—”

But the words died on Remus’ tongue. He looked out at the small class—just twenty at this high level—and his heart, out of habit it seemed, had leapt at the sight of familiar dark hair.

Uh-oh. Looks like Pyramus and Thisbe are actually wishing for a wall between them this time.

Sirius’ hair was shorter than it had been at the end of sophomore year, the last time Remus had seen him. He wore a touch of a beard, too, just scruff, really, but it framed his silver eyes like darkness to the stars—two stars, which were zeroed in on Remus.

“Back,” Remus tried to recover, mouth dry. He sent McGonagall a shaky smile, and turned to find a seat, trying not to find those stars again.

He resisted the urge to close his eyes in defeat when he realized that there was only one left. He walked towards Sirius looking ahead and with his heart pounding. Leo. Leo making pancakes for him and Julian this morning. Leo making his little brother laugh. But he could smell the worn leather of Sirius’ jacket. He remembered the feel of it around his own shoulders. Are you cold, baby?

“All righty, then,” McGonagall stood from her chair and leaned against the front of her desk, looking down her spectacles at the attendance sheet. “Looks like we’re all here.”

XOXO

“Well?” Saint asked as Sirius took the joint from between his fingers.

“Sat down next to me,” Sirius said. “Didn’t say a fucking word.”

“Did you say a fucking word?” Saint raised his eyebrows.

Sirius blew out smoke. “No.”

“Well, all right, you fucking hypocrite.”

Sirius looked over at him from where they lay side by side, stretched out in the fading sunshine of Central Park. “I’m keeping this now.”

“No, you’re not. Did you pay for that? I don’t think so.”

Sirius scoffed. “Yeah, like this made a dent in the Montague treasuries.”

Saint laughed, tucking a palm behind his head. Sirius let his eyes linger on the strip of skin where his shirt rode up. He’d kissed that last night, too. It was nice with Saint. He’d been friends with him for longer than he could remember. Saint never looked for more. If Sirius snapped at him, he snapped back and then they laughed about it. Saint wandered through the world loving people freely. He kissed them, or he made them dinner, or he took them for long walks along the river. He showed them his favorite jazz club, or gave them the orgasm of their life, or read to them from his favorite books. He was New York in human form, accepting and inviting, living and breathing.

Sirius wished he was so trusting, even if trust seemed a funny word to apply to Saint.

No one ever got too close to either of them, except the other.

“What are you wearing to your mom’s fashion show?” Saint asked with his eyes closed. “It’s the event of the season.”

“Are you joking? The fittings started in July.”

“Mm, I love that,” Saint grinned, stretching. “Want to come help me decide what I’m wearing? We’re at the Plaza right now, you know that. You know my mother. If it’s not broken, break it. We’re renovating again. We can order champagne to the room.”

“Is that code for make out?”

“Partly. But I will be showing you my outfit choices.”

“Deal.”

XOXO

Remus made it back home seeing no one, but one of the butlers had an envelope with his name on it waiting for him.

“Thanks, Moody,” Remus murmured, but thought briefly about handing it right back to him.

He knew this invitation. He knew its black boarders and heavy stock. It came ever year.

It used to be something they had looked forward to.

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

invites you

TOUJOURS PUR

“Jesus,” Remus breathed, but took it up to his room, checking the time on the way. Julian would still be at school, his parents at work. This apartment was too big for the four of them, not to mention just Remus alone.

His suitcases still lay open and unpacked on his floor, and he kicked at one without looking up.

“So, did you just forget to mention that you were home?”

Remus spun towards his bed, only to find Lily sprawled across it and fiddling with an emerald on a chain.

“I had to find out from Gossip Girl?” Lily shook her head.

Remus slapped the invitation against his thigh. “Wow, wasn’t like that was a surprise present for you or anything.”

Lily smiled, red hair in a thick french braid. “I see green and I know it’s for me. What can I say?”

Remus huffed out a laugh, and she gave a small squeal and pushed off of the bed to wrap him in a hug.

“I’m so happy you’re home, Re.”

He let himself rest his chin in the crook of her neck for a moment. ‘Thanks, Lils.”

She pulled back, hands on his shoulders. “What, no, me too?”

“I am,” he said tentatively. “But I had fun in Rome.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Southern fun?”

“His name is Leo,” Remus said pointedly, then eyed the pile of garment bags piled high on the other side of his bed. “Are those…”

“Pour moi, et pour toi,” Lily patted his cheek. “We have a fashion show to go to, sweetheart.”

XOXO

What do we think, Courtiers? House of Black’s fashion show is the biggest event of the fall. But what on Earth does doe-eyed Remus Lupin have to do within that dark forest now?

Is he a Bambi, or still the wolf we knew?

You know you love me.

XOXO,

Gossip Girl

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revoutionsingingintherain · 3 years

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Father's Day - Malec

i couldn't stop thinking about how Rafael and Max would celebrate Fathers' day, because i never got to celebrate father's day with my dad, but anyways.

Alec and Magnus would probably wake up to Rafe and Max screaming at each other from the kitchen

"Rafe, we have perfectly good knives!"

"They're not good knives, Max! It won't cut the stupid fruit! That's why I'm using my seraph blade - the next sharpest thing I have!"

"It's a seraph blade!"

"It cuts the damn fruit!"

Magnus and Alec would laugh, and lazily pull each other out of bed. Magnus, still sleepy, leans on Alec as they walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where the brothers were fighting

The boys notice their fathers in the doorway, and stop fighting, and look at them guiltily because they really did make a mess of the kitchen

"What were you boys doing?"

"We were trying to make you breakfast without magic"

"And Aunt Izzy gave us some tips,"

"Is that why you're using your seraph blade to cut a pineapple?"

"Oh shut up!"

They decide that they'll just have a brunch at some mundane restaurant, because none of the Lightwood-Banes can cook a decent meal that isn't instant noodles or canned soup

Alec finds a card with their mail that says "Happy Father's Day, Alec. Your first son, Jace"

Alec laughs so hard, and then calls Jace to thank him

They go for brunch at a mundane restaurant down the street, where they have waffles with whipped cream and cherry on top, and pancakes filled with nutella, and so much more.

They order food for six people, when there's only four of them, because Alec and Rafael's stomachs are like an endless pit.

They laugh and joke around, and complain when Magnus and Alec kiss

"Ugh, dad! We don't need to see that!"

"Honestly, bapa! please stop!"

They don't stop till they can't stop laughing. They love teasing their sons like that.

Magnus and Max take A LOT of pictures, and Rafe and Alec make funny faces.

Rafael pays for the meal, because technically he is almost an adult, and Max is a teenager and they get some money from their parents. But Max spends all of his money on useless things like Magnus does, and Rafe, being a smart guy, keeps most of the money aside, and spends really less. Currently, he's the richest amongst the four of them.

They walk around Brooklyn aimlessly, just roaming around. the boys say they know where they're going, but Alec and Magnus aren't sure if they really do.

They end up in a fair, with all bright and colorful rides and games, with screaming and laughing families.

"Ta - da!"

"Did you guys really know we were coming here, or was itjust luck that we stumbled here?"

"Bapa, you need to have more faith in us,"

"Says the boy who used his seraph blade to cut a pineapple."

"Oh, come on! Am I ever going to stop hearing about it?"

"Nah. I'll tell your future girlfriend to not let you in the kitchen."

"MAX MICHEAL LIGHTWOOD-BANE, YOU STAY AWAY FROM ANY OF MY FUTURE GIRLFRIENDS!!"

That makes Max and Rafael start a competition of who can win their dads a bigger prize. The teams are Max and Alec and Rafael and Magnus.

They start with a game where they shoot balloons using guns. Rafael cheats by using his accuracy runes. Alec sees this and whispers to Max to use a little bit of magic.

"You cheated!"

"I cheated??"

"Yes! You used magic!"

"You used your accuracy rune!"

"You don't know that!"

"Your stele is right there, Rafael!"

Alec and Magnus move away and let them fight. they find a cotton candy stall and buy four for each of them, each of different flavors.

Rafe and Max have a fluffy unicorn and a fluffy octopus in their arms when they find their dads. Max hands the unicorn to Alec, who gives him a blueberry flavored cotton candy, and Rafe gives Magnus the octopus, who gives him a chocolate cotton candy (it did not taste as good as expected)

They took a bunch of pictures and sent them to the rest of their family

Max pulls them to sit on all kinds of fast moving rides, and they throw their hands in the air and laugh at each other

Magnus did not like the ride where they did the loop - to - loop in the air way too many times

They find a photo booth, and click a lot of pictures! Silly faces, smiling faces, every kind of face they can think of. And then they select their favorites and keep the single photos for themselves.

They buy pizza, and while eating, Alec gets an alert of a demon four blocks from where they are.

After all, no day is complete without a demon attack.

They leave their pizza, and go to kill the demon. It's a Drevak demon, which means more work. UGH.

They fight gracefully together. They're family, they know each other's moves well.

Alec and Rafael search for the queen Drevak, while Magnus and Max blast them off as much as they can.

It takes really long for Alec and Rafe to find the queen, because she's really well hidden, which means that Magnus and Max are getting tired soon.

They finally find the queen, and Alec distracts the queen, while Rafael comes out of no where and kills her.

By the time Alec and Rafael go back to Magnus and Max, they're exhausted. There were way too many of them, coming all at once.

The family go back home, because the demons are taken care of, and the warlocks of the family need to rest.

They change into sweatpants and loose t-shirts, and gather together on the couch. They order chinese, and do a Star Wars marathon, because it's Rafe's turn to choose and as much as he finds the loopholes annoying, he still thinks they're some of the best.

Only Rafe and Max are paying attention to the movies. Alec and Magnus are cuddling, and they're talking quietly about anything that comes to their mind.

In between their quiet discussions, Rafe and Max whisper a happy father's day to their dads.

"Happy fathers' day, dad and bapa,"

"Happy fathers' day, bapa. Happy fathers' day, dad,"

"Thank you, my loves."

"Thank you."

Magnus is half asleep, but he still pulls away from Alec and kisses both his sons on the forehead

Max smiles, and Rafael tries to hide his smile, but it's too late, everybody has already seen it

Magnus falls back on Alec's chest, before Alec can do anything else. But Alec smiles at both of his sons, and squeezes their hands.

Just before Magnus falls asleep, Alec wishes him as well.

"Happy father's day, Magnus. I love you."

"Happy father's day, Alexander. I love you too."

Magnus falls asleep against Alec's chest. and Max falls asleep, with his head on Magnus' lap and his feet on Rafael's lap.

Alec carries Magnus to their bed, and covers him with a blanket. Rafael carries Max to his bed, grumbling about how heavy he is, and he really needs to lose weight. Alec laughs softly.

While Rafe is busy putting Max to bed, Alec stands in the balcony. he softly whispers a happy father's day to his father.

"Dad? You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Do you miss grandpa? I didn't know him well."

"Sometimes, I do miss him,"

Alec tells Rafael about Robert Lightwood. He tells his son all about how Robert made mistakes, how he did not accept Alec completely for his sexuality, how he always seemed to prefer Jace over him. Alec tells Rafael about how Robert tired to fix his mistakes, and make amends with him and Magnus, how he told Alec that he was proud of him and loved him just as much as the rest of his siblings.

Rafael doesn't point it out, but Alec lets out a few tears. Rafael just hugs his father, and whispers a good night to him, knowing his father needs to be alone for a while, just to get himself together.

Alec stays out in the balcony for a few more minutes, before he checks the entire house, making sure everything is locked. He checks Max and Rafe's rooms where they're both asleep, and presses a soft kiss on their foreheads, and makes sure that they're covered properly by their blanket so that they don't feel cold.

Magnus stands in the doorway of Max's room, where Alec is, and makes a pretty nightlight for him, because he knows that Max does not like the dark. He makes a small nightlight for Rafael as well, with a spell that will let Magnus and Alec know if he has a nightmare.

Alec and Magnus walk back to their bedroom, wrapped in each other's arms.

"What are you doing up?"

"You weren't there, so I couldn't sleep."

"Hmm, I'm sorry."

"Are you okay?"

"I - I just miss dad, sometimes."

"It's okay, Alexander. he loves you."

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too."

Just before he sleeps, Izzy sends him a picture of a framed picture of Robert who was laughing, with a candle in front of it, and four father's day cards in surrounding it - one that Alec had sent, one that Alec bought on behalf of Max Lightwood, one from Izzy, and one from Jace.

Alec sends a red heart to his sister, and then sends her pictures from the day. He changes his homescreen picture to one of the four of them, eating cotton candy.

Magnus tugs at Alec's hand softly, and pulls him to bed. They cuddle, like they have been for the past fourteen/fifteen years.

They're both happy with the life that they have now. Tt was one of the best days they've ever had.

and that's their fathers' day!

thank you for reading this!

#alexander lightwood #alec lightwood #magnus x alec #magnus bane #max lightwood bane #rafael lightwood bane #fathers day special #malec #lightwood-bane #isabelle lightwood #jace herondale #robert lightwood #tmi #the mortal instruments #shadowhunters

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baejax-the-great · 3 years

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Aches

Fenris x Hawke (G)

1850 words of banter about old injuries between even older friends. Mentions of alcohol, spiders, and aging.

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When Bethany summoned ice from thin air, Varric reflected for the umpteenth time what a fantastic waste locking up all the mages had been for all those years.

“Thank you, Sunshine,” he said while scooping it into a handkerchief. It would soak through eventually, but it was going to get the job done.

Hawke watched him with a raised eyebrow. “Was I the only one who thought the ice was for our drinks?”

“Ice in wine? Yes,” Fenris replied.

“I don’t know, it might have been nice to try it cold. Something new?”

Fenris shook his head.

“I’m an old man now,” Varric explained as he tied a knot to hold the ice in, “I have aches and pains, and in my time in the charming south, ice helped.”

“What aches?” Bethany asked.

“My wrist,” he replied. He rolled his eyes at Hawke’s failure to hide a childish smile. “There’s a cranking motion I have to do for Bianca and—”

Hawke was no longer pretending to listen seriously, giggling to herself, and Varric put his hands back on the table, regretting his choice to act out the motion in the air for more than just the predictable pain that came with it. He set the ice to do its work.

“Tell me more about how you crank Bianca,” Hawke said with a flutter of her eyelashes.

He shook his head. “I know I’m not the only one here suffering. Come on, Hawke, you’re practically a walking bruise at this point. Maybe you’d like to be put on ice for a bit.”

She grinned. “Well there was the old shoulder injury. And the knee injury, of course. Every time it rains it starts creaking. And I really did roll that one ankle too many times. It seems always on the verge of rolling again.” Bethany quietly began summoning more ice as she spoke. ”And, well who could forget my back that one time, except that the answer was all of you forgot my back or nothing would have happened to it in the first place…”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Bethany tied up the ice and handed it to her sister, who only used it to gesture in the air as she said, “Honestly, at this point I take a healing potion prior to fighting just so I can make the stabbing motion without wincing. And I’m still not half as fast as I used to be.”

Fenris raised an eyebrow. “I thought that was whisky.”

“You thought I was getting drunk before fights?”

He nodded. “I was worried about you. Now I know you are in too much pain to hold a blade. That’s much better.”

“Not after I take one of these,” Hawke said, wiggling a small vial in front of him. She seemed to remember the ice in her other hand at that point and after some consideration she balanced it on her right elbow, her smile fading into consternation. “And then take three more the minute we’re done, or I’d have to make you carry me home.”

“Give me that—” Bethany said, snatching the vial before Hawke had the chance to protest. She swirled it in the light, popped the cork to delicately sniff it, then sighed. “You really shouldn’t be taking four of these in one day.”

Hawke snatched it back with her tongue stuck out. “It’s better than taking a knife to the gut, but I’ll keep that in mind. Not all of us can shove healing magic into our shoulders after every fight.”

“Maker, don’t remind me. All that twirling has taken its toll.” She sighed. “And Alistair—all that plate mail on his big body—his knees are practically dust at this point. I think magic is all that’s holding them together.”

Hawke laughed and offered her elbow to Bethany, who prodded at it a bit with some magic. Fenris was conspicuously silent through all of this, and Varric just couldn’t help poking.

“What about you, elf?” he asked, “Where’s your worst pain? No, don’t tell me. It’s either the shoulder or the elbow, and my money’s on the elbow.”

Fenris took a slow drink of ale, and Hawke, to her credit, didn’t shout out the answer. “I may not know my age,” Fenris drawled, “But I am now certain I am younger than all of you. My joints are fine.”

Hawke laughed. “Maker, but you were a haggard teenager when we found you,” she snickered.

“Bull shit,” Varric replied. “And here’s how I know it’s bullshit and that it’s your elbow. I haven’t seen you do that over-the-head hack move in two years. Now I know you’re strong enough to lift that enormous sword of yours, but I’m guessing your elbow won’t let you do the follow-through.”

Fenris shrugged. “It was an inefficient maneuver,” he replied simply to Hawke’s giggles.

Bethany, who had prepared yet another handkerchief full of ice, turned to Varric and asked, “Should we play pin the ice pack on the elf? Honestly I’m guessing there are no wrong answers.”

Of course, with her time spent healing, she had an eye for these things. She leaned over and whispered in Varric’s ear.

He grinned. “Alright Mister-Younger-Than-The-Rest-of-Us, let’s have a demonstration of your peak physical condition. We’ll start with something nice and easy. Put your hand all the way up in the air, as far as it will go.”

Fenris rolled his eyes and started to raise his hand.

“The other hand,” Varric and Bethany protested at the same time.

Fenris considered the hand currently holding his cup of wine. “No.”

Hawke accepted the ice pack from Bethany and placed it on his shoulder for him. “I really thought I’d be much older when all my conversations devolved into what hurt where and how bad,” she said, Seems like a conversation for people with white hair.”

Fenris gave her a very pointed look.

“I mean like Varric,” she sighed. “He’s not nearly gray enough for this conversation.”

“Thanks, Hawke.”

“Any time. Anyway I suppose we’ll really be lost when we start arguing over whose pain is the worst.”

“It’s you,” Bethany said simultaneously with Fenris’s “Yours is.”

Varric, who might have enjoyed a great sympathy for his poor wrist that started the entire conversation, had to agree. “We all saw—”

“Don’t bring up the Arishok,” Hawke interrupted flatly, “I’m so tired of talking about the blasted Arishok—”

“That golem-looking thing in the Deep Roads that crushed your foot,” he finished.

“I was going to say that time a Maker’s Fist blasted her right off a cliff on the Wounded Coast,” Bethany said, “I think she hit every shrub on the way down.”

“I was thinking of the Arishok,” Fenris said.

Hawke elbowed him.

“We all had our fair share,” she said, “What about that time Merrill got that spider bite and we had to carry her home?”

“That was nothing,” Varric said, “She was fine by the time we got back, but I think she was enjoying the ride. Void, she probably weighs less than Bianca, so it wasn’t some big imposition or anything. Whoever had to carry her staff got the worse end of that deal.”

“What about when Isabela got that nasty burn? I can still remember the smell,” Bethany said, scrunching up her nose.

“But you healed that in about a minute,” Hawke said, “She hardly suffered at all.”

The rest of the evening was spent arguing over not over which injury was the most grievous, but which injury was the stupidest in their history. Isabela’s hand blowing up twice its usual size because of what turned out to be a very infected splinter was right up there with the time a crab snapped Fenris’s bare toes and refused to let go until Varric bolted it. Varric personally felt that while Isabela’s injury was more serious, Fenris deserved the crown because he could have just done his lyrium thing at any moment to get away, but instead hopped around like an idiot for a solid minute before Hawke got him to hold still.

Regardless, the ice eventually melted, leaving them all a little soggy, a little nostalgic, and definitely ready for bed.

In their bedroom, after their slow, verbose goodbyes to friends and family that involved Hawke hugging everyone at least three times, including Fenris who was going nowhere, Fenris asked Hawke, “So what happens now?”

She frowned. “Well I was going to peel off this shirt and toss it in the hamper, and then normally I would take two more of these so I could go to bed, but Bethy just told me to limit myself to four.”

Fenris stared at the potion in her hand. “You’ve already had—that is not what she said—”

“Maybe a bath?” Hawke continued as if he had said nothing at all, “With those fizzy salts. That should help, right? Everyone always says those help. Have a bunch stored in a drawer somewhere.”

“No, I meant…” They had slowed down. Fenris had been mostly joking about the whisky, but he hadn’t really registered the extent to which Hawke was in pain. They were both in pain. “Are we…?” He didn’t even know how to phrase the question. What were they if not mercenaries, champions, and warriors? “Are we done?”

“With fighting?” She tossed her shirt away with a small grunt. “Maker, yes. That’s done. We’re old, it’s over, you couldn’t pay me to pick up my blades again, which no one does anymore anyway. May they rust wherever I dropped them last time we came home.”

He nodded, though he couldn’t quite tell if Hawke was serious or not. “Just like that?” he asked.

Hesitating a little, her flippant attitude smoothed into sincerity as she walked over to him and rested her arms over his shoulders. “Do you remember that time you got bashed over the head?”

“Not really, no,” he replied very honestly.

“Right. Of course. I do, though, and after tonight’s conversation, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The slower I get, the stiffer I get, the greater the chance it happens again. Only this time I might not finish off our assailants on my own, or get you to the healer in time, or be able to carry you at all if I have to.”

Fenris rolled his bad shoulder. That thought had crossed his mind once or twice, that should extraordinary circumstances occur as they often did around Hawke, there was less certainty of them prevailing. Still, he didn’t know what a future of quiet peace looked like.

Perhaps it looked like Hawke, slowly undressing as she spoke.

“So I’m done,” she continued, “Didn’t realize it until tonight, but I am serious. Someone else can clean up Darktown or mend the Wounded Coast. I’ll be in the bath, with my salts.” She tossed the rest of her clothes and sauntered toward the bath, pausing to look back at him. “Are you coming?”

Questions of the future aside, what could Fenris do but follow? She had certainly led him to worse places before. “Always.”

#hawke #lea hawke #fenris #fenhawke #fenris x hawke #bethany #bethany hawke #varric #varric tethras #my writing #alcohol mention #feels good to write a dumb one shot again

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