#[ besides IDK WHY PEOPLE APOLOGIZE FOR THEIR MUSES. ]

[daisies-daydreams]

HEYYY.. UHM IM BACK!!.. sigh i am so sorry i need MORE hobie x plus sized reader..

i was thinking of fluff that turns into smut, hobie and reader are just cuddling and kissing in their shared bed and things go to the other direction..

( idk why but i want like hardcore?? totally understandable if you can’t write that, my apologies!)

huge fan of your work, i love you sm!! /p ❤️🕸️

Sticks and Stones (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Size!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: (where do I begin???) Swearing, Making Out, Hickeys, Clit Play, Oral Sex (M!/F! Receiving), Cockwarming, Orgasm Denial, Vibrators, Multiple Orgasms (Hobie/Reader), Cum Eating, “Creative” Use of Webbing (Bondage), Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Butterfly Position, Semi-Reverse Cowgirl, Slight Daddy Kink, Squirting, References to Aftercare Word Count: 4.4k+

A/N: Oh no dear there’s no need to be sorry! Hobie’s one of my favorite characters to write for, so it’s always lovely to receive requests for him (though I might’ve gone a little too wild with this one 🤭). (Also the reader knows that Hobie is Spider-Man in this continuity). I hope you enjoy! 🫶

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You sighed as you collapsed on your mattress, your belly and thighs jiggling as you lay flat against your cozy comforter. Your heart sank as you slowly turned on your side, your eyes falling on the cold, empty spot beside you. Sure, it was amazing having Spider-Man as your boyfriend...but you never really thought about the long periods of time when he'd be away. A knot of anxiety tightened in your chest as you bit the inside of your cheek.

Your mind raced as you thought about how many days he’s been gone for a special mission. Days and nights of you not knowing when-or if-he'd be back. You knew the risks he took, the countless dangers he came face to face with, all to protect the people of London…to protect you.

Your train of thought was disrupted when you felt someone smooth their hand over your hip. You gasped and jumped up, your heart nearly beating out of your chest as you kicked your legs forward. You froze when you saw Hobie standing in front of you with a cheeky grin.

"Still a bit jumpy, eh?" he mused.

"Hobie!" you squealed as you scrambled off the bed. You nearly tackled him to the floor as you wrapped your arms around his lanky frame and pulled him close. Your boyfriend sighed happily as he returned your embrace, his hands falling against the small of your back.

"Hi," Hobie whispered before kissing the crown of your head.

"Hi," you grinned. The two of you slowly parted before deeply gazing into each other's eyes. “I’m so happy you’re home,” you said with tears in your eyes. Your boyfriend grinned as he gently cupped your cheek.

“Glad to be home,” he murmured. Your heart fluttered as Hobie slowly dipped his head down and caught your lips in a tender kiss. You sighed and wrapped your hands around his neck as warmth swept across your body. You loved the way Hobie's lip ring brushed over your bottom lip as he tilted his head, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips.

"Never seen these before, they new?" Hobie smirked as he played with the elastic of your panties. You squeaked when he snapped it against your waist, the slight sting reverberating across the plush of your hips.

"Maybe," you said before playfully flicking his chest. Hobie chuckled as he pulled back.

"How 'bout we catch up in bed, yeah?" he suggested before gently stroking your love handles-a silent apology for his teasing. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned around and crawled back onto the mattress. You paused as you watched your lover shrug off his studded leather jacket and tossed onto a chair nearby. He smirked when he caught you staring.

"Like what you see?" he lilted as he pulled his shirt over his dark, puffy wicks. You blushed and squeezed your thighs together as he quickly stripped down to his briefs. Your lover flashed you a warm smile as he climbed onto the bed, the frame creaking as he crawled towards you. You smiled as he draped one of his lanky arms over your side.

“How’ve you been, dove?” he asked in a low, soft tone.

“Okay…even better now that you’re here,” you said with a bright smile.

“Oh?” Hobie hummed with a raised brow. You sighed and bit your lip.

“I missed you, so much,” you said as you traced your finger along the scar on his collar bone. Hobie nodded slowly, his expression growing more solemn at your words.

"I missed you, too," he said before kissing your forehead. "I'm so sorry, babe. I can’t imagine how hard it’s been for you,” he frowned as he smoothed his hand over your hip. You cupped his face and gave him a gentle smile.

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” you murmured. Hobie grinned as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Me too,” he murmured. Your cheeks flushed with heat he slipped his hand even lower, his fingertips rubbing over the globe of your ass.

“Hobie,” you blushed as he began to kiss along your neck. You squeaked when he took a handful of your bum and squeezed it tenderly.

“I was thinkin'...maybe we could make up for lost time since we're already here?” Hobie husked into your ear. You bit your lip as he continued to play with your plump ass, his fingertips greedily sinking into your supple flesh. You spread your hands against his chest, making him freeze his ministrations.

“If we do…could we maybe do things a little more rough tonight?” you asked hesitantly. Hobie tilted his head as he released his grip on your rear.

“How rough are we talkin'?” he asked, his voice dropping several octaves. You bit your lip, a rush of heat sweeping over your body as your clit throbbed against the fabric of your panties.

“You know…like that one time on New Year’s Eve,” you whispered as if someone were eavesdropping nearby. Hobie raised his brows and smirked.

“‘Course. How could I forget New Year’s?” he drawled before giving your bum another eager squeeze. “You sure you want me to be that rough with you again, though?” Hobie asked. You swallowed thickly as you eyed the bulge growing beneath his briefs.

“I-I’m sure,” you breathed. Hobie's smirk returned before he suddenly rolled on top of you and held your arms above your head. Your chest rose and fell as his lips just barely ghosting over yours.

"Remember the safeword from last time?" he asked, his eyes lit with arousal as he teasingly ground his hips against yours. You nodded and gasped as his cock brushed against your clit in a delicious way. "Let's get you out of these clothes then," Hobie rumbled. You parted your lips before he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, his hands hastily tugging at the band of your panties. You raised your hips and moaned as he rolled his tongue with yours in a sloppy, heated dance.

You gasped into his mouth as he shoved your underwear down your thick thighs and dismissively tossed them aside. Your eyes widened when he pulled away from your kiss, his lips slick with your combined spit as he quickly rolled your shirt over your shoulders. The corners of Hobie's mouth turned up as he brushed his fingers over your puffy, drenched folds. You squealed as he spread your labia apart with his deft fingers and dipped his head down.

“Such a needy little thing-already soaked and I’ve barely even touched you,” your boyfriend teased. You keened as Hobie rubbed his thumb up and down your engorged clit, your pussy squelching softly as he continued to stroke along your slit.

“H-Hobie,” you keened. He smirked against your cheek before suddenly slipping his hand away. You huffed at the loss of his intoxicating touch, only to furrow your brows as he shifted his eyes to the floor, then back to you.

“Get on your knees, love,” he clarified in a deep, raspy voice. You bit your lip as he shuffled back, allowing you space to climb off the bed. You slid off the mattress and yelped when he laid a sharp smack against your ass, your flesh jiggling at the harsh contact.

"There's that sexy arse I've been missin'," Hobie groaned as he slid his feet onto the floor. You slowly turned around before lowering yourself onto the carpet, your knees sinking into the plush fibers while Hobie stood up.

“Christ,” your lover rumbled as he hungrily eyed your soaked sex and palmed his cock through his briefs. Your heart raced as he grabbed the band of his underwear and slowly pulled it down his lean legs. Your mouth watered when his long cock sprang free and slapped against his dark happy trail, smearing pre-cum all over his pubes. A small whine escaped your throat as your empty pussy pulsed and yearned to be filled.

“Poor thing,” Hobie feigned sympathy as he stroked his shaft. Your mouth watered as he brought the fat tip of his dick to your mouth, a thick bead of precum painting your bottom lip. His eyes glowed with carnal desire as he threaded his long fingers through your hair. “You know what to do, sweet girl: keep that pretty mouth of yours open and cheeks nice and hollow,” he rumbled. You nodded as you rolled your tongue out, the tip of your wet muscle flicking against the lining of his frenulum.

“Shit,” Hobie grunted as he gripped your locks. You moaned as you wrapped your soft lips around the throbbing head of his cock, the salty taste of his precum flooding your tastebuds. Hobie groaned as you suckled on his sensitive tip while you smoothed your hands over the top of his thighs. His grip on your hair tightened with every contraction of your mouth around his length.

“Christ, baby,” he moaned as you swirled your tongue around his tip. You shallowly bobbed your head up and down his shaft while you fluttered your lashes, making sure to give him your best doe eyes. Hobie growled as he released his grip on the base of his cock and squeezed your head with both of his hands. Your eyes widened when he suddenly pushed you forward, shoving his entire cock inside your warm, slick cavern.

You gagged as his tip rubbed against your uvula, some drool spilling past the seam of your lips and dribbling down your chin. “Fuckin’ hell,” Hobie swallowed as he watched you take his cock. You dug your nails into his thighs as your nose became flush with his dark pubes, your throat constricting around his pulsating shaft.

Hobie released a guttural groan as you hollowed your cheeks around his length, his cock twitching deep inside you as he rolled his hips back before snapping them forward. You gagged as he fucked your face with desperate, feral thrusts.

"Open your throat up, lovie," he grunted. Hot tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, his heavy balls slapping against your chin while you tried to relax your throat. 

“Yeah, that's it baby-take my fuckin’ cock,” he growled as his brows knit together with pleasure. You kept your cheeks hollowed as you slobbered all over his veiny shaft, more of your warm spit sliding down your chin and neck. Hobie bared his teeth as he used your throat like a fleshlight-fucking your tight airway completely raw with his long, quivering shaft. 

“God, your throat’s so fuckin’ tight,” he hissed as he dug his nails into your scalp. Your eyes rolled back at the slight sting as your pussy begged to be filled and stretched. The wet “plaps” of his cock slamming into your wet mouth echoed inside your small bedroom as you looked up at him. His lips were parted as he panted wildly, his body tensing as trembling with bliss.

"Mouth looks so pretty with my cock in it," he sucked in a sharp breath before throwing his head back. “F-Fuck! I’m close,” Hobie grunted as he fucked your face with quick, sloppy thrusts. You flared your nostrils as you tried to open your throat even more. He released a feral groan as he looked into your glossy eyes, his balls tightening against your chin.

“That’s a good girl: keep that throat open f’me when I-fuck!” he roared as he shoved you down his length for the last time. Your moans were muffled as he shot ropes of his thick, hot cum down your throat. Hobie grunted as he continued to sloppily thrust into your mouth, his warm seed coating every inch of your esophagus. Your boyfriend licked his lips as he watched you guzzle down his spend, his fingers woven through your locks and squeezing them tightly. You resisted the urge to cough and sputter as he let his cock soften inside your mouth. Relief washed over you as he dragged his dick past your stretched, swollen lips. Your throat burned as you curled your lips together before audibly swallowing the last traces of his spend. Hobie sucked in a sharp breath when you showed him your clean tongue.

“Fuck me,” he muttered as he loosened his grip on your hair. You gave him a mischievous grin as you wiggled your hips.

"Did I do well...daddy?" you purred. Hobie's eyes slightly widened at your name for him before his lips curved into a smirk.

“You did good, sweetheart,” he cooed. You gasped when he suddenly tugged your hair and bent his knees a little, his face hovering over your own. “But I'm not done with you yet,” your boyfriend rumbled. You keened as he dragged you to your feet, his lips wrapping around yours in a passionate, sloppy embrace. Your head spun as he pulled your hips against his, your pussy lips grazing over his flaccid cock as he sank onto the edge of the mattress. "Turn around f'me, sweet girl," he purred and rubbed your waist. Your legs shook as you slowly turned around, your plump ass grazing over his lower stomach.

"Hold on," he breathed. You tilted your head as Hobie leaned over to your nightstand and rummaged through the drawer. Your throat tightened when he pulled out your white vibrator with a wry grin.

"Oh, don’t worry. I'm not mad," he chuckled in a low, husky voice. You swallowed as he turned it on, the toy humming to life and sending a spark of pleasure through your core. "In fact, I think it's fuckin' hot you think 'bout me while you fuck your cute pussy open," Hobie murmured, his soft lips dancing over the shell of your ear. You squealed when you felt his cock twitch beneath you, your clit throbbing against the slight contact.

"Now, go on and be a good girl and warm my cock 'til I'm ready again," he muttered. Your toes curled as you nodded. You took a deep breath before grabbing his semi-hard cock and guiding the tip to your weeping entrance. Both of you moaned as you slowly sank down on his length, Hobie's fingernails digging crescents into your plush hips. You mewled at the sudden fullness, the tip of his cock grazing over your g-spot as your gummy walls hugged his veiny shaft.

“Fuck,” you sputtered as waves of pleasure rippled through your core.

“That's my girl-takin' my cock so well,” Hobie praised as he rubbed his palm up and down your thigh. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you fully sheathed yourself on his cock, his length buried deep within your clenching pussy. You barely had time to adjust to the fullness before he suddenly pressed the round tip of the vibrator against your puffy bundle of nerves. Your moans rolled out of your throat like claps of thunder as Hobie bombarded your clit with wave after wave of mind-numbing tremors. 

“S-Shit Hobie!” you keened as you ground your ass against his lean abs. Your boyfriend pecked your cheek as he circled your sensitive nub, his other hand occupied with pinching and massaging one of your hard nipples.

“You feel me down there, (Y/N)? Feel me stuffin’ your tight, needy cunt with my cock?” Hobie grunted as he squeezed your nipple.

“Y-Yes!” you cried as you rolled your hips back and forth, desperate for friction. Your boyfriend smirked against your goosebump-riddled skin as he stroked the toy up and down your juicy slit, spreading the warm arousal across your engorged button.

"Swear this pussy was made f'me," Hobie groaned as your slick walls pulsed against the bulging veins of his shaft. You curled your toes as he drew tighter circles around your sensitive nub, a ring of cream starting to form around the base of his cock. You moaned as Hobie rolled your nipple between his digits even faster.

“Oh shit baby-keep squeezin’ me like that,” he rumbled as he massaged your perky bud and bundle of nerves at the same pace. Your throat tightened as you felt a familiar pressure rise in your core. 

“Feels so good, Hobie,” you whined as you rocked your hips back. You shivered as your boyfriend pressed his lips against your pulse and sucked, his mouth expertly weaving a tapestry of raw hickeys across your skin. You felt every muscle in your lower belly start to wind into a tight, searing knot as the vibrations shot straight to the center of your core.

“Fuck, daddy. I-I-“ you opened your eyes when the pleasurable tremors suddenly stopped. Hobie smirked against your skin as you flared your nostrils. “Hobie please!” you keened as you tried to bounce yourself on his dick. Your boyfriend clicked his tongue as he squeezed your whole breast, drawing a whine from you.  

“Not yet, love,” he murmured with a wicked grin. Your bottom lip jutted out as you felt your orgasm grow further and further from your reach.

“Please please please,” you begged as you threw the back of your head against his shoulder. Hobie sighed contemplatively as he smoothed his thumb over your nipple.

"Alright, but only ‘cause you did such a good job suckin’ my cock," he lilted after a long pause. Your shoulders relaxed when he flicked the vibrator back on and tenderly massaged your nub again.

“Yes,” you moaned and arched your back. You relished in the bliss of the thrumming sensation pulsing against your clit again. You gasped and shivered as he bucked his hips up ever so slightly, his hand roughly squeezing your breast while his hot breath fanned over your neck.

"Keep bouncin' like that, love," Hobie grunted before planting another wet kiss on your pulse. You bounced on his shaft in time with his steady thrusts, your head spinning with pleasure each time your hips smacked against each other.

"Shit, daddy," you keened as your body jiggled with your movements. You felt your walls start to flutter again as your pussy soaked his lap. "So close, I'm-" you snapped your eyes open when Hobie pulled the toy away and shut it off. 

“Hobie!” you huffed as he smirked against your neck.

“Yes love?” he asked with a teasing voice. You frowned and wriggled in his lap.

“Please Hobie, please let me cum,” you begged, the pressure inside you borderline unbearable. You gasped as he grabbed your hips and suddenly pulled out, his cock leaving your pussy with a slick "pop". You yelped as he spun you around and laid your back flat against the comforter. His lips were curved in a dangerous smile as he reached over to the nightstand again, this time attaching a web-shooter to his wrist.

"Hands above your head, pretty girl," Hobie commanded softly. You parted your lips, your pussy growing even more wet at the thought of your wrists being bound by his webbing while he fucked you senseless. You made sure to spread your legs open, giving him a nice view of your cunt as you raised your hands above your head. Hobie grinned as he pumped his cock in his free hand while he held his other hand up with his index, pinkie and thumb out. It wasn't long after a quick "thwip" that the sticky, strong webbing wrapped around both of your wrists.

Hobie shot you a wry grin as his shadow loomed over you. You puffed out a breath of hot air as he lined the swollen head of his cock to your entrance

"Like it when I tie you up like this, hm?" he murmured lowly. You whined and nodded as you raised your hips. "Yeah, that's my good little slut," Hobie rumbled. Your jaw went slack as he grabbed your hips and sheathed his cock inside you in one swift thrust. 

“Oh fuck,“ you choked as the head of his cock slammed against your cervix. You gasped as he started to ruthlessly pound into your pussy, the bed shaking and groaning beneath his rough thrusts. You cried out as your hole was mercilessly stretched wide open, his shaft dragging along your gummy, slick walls with an untamed fervor. Hobie squeezed your love handles as he pulled your hips impossibly closer to his, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“Shit baby girl. Pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect ‘n tight,” he rasped as he drove his dick harder inside your greedy sex. You whimpered as you felt his balls slap against your puckering asshole, the sound driving your mind deeper into a lustful frenzy. Hobie squeezed your love handles again as you began to squeeze your eyes shut.

“Eyes on me, love. Wanna see your pretty eyes when you cum all over my cock,” he growled before spanking the side of your thigh. Your flesh bounced as you did your best to focus on his chocolate brown eyes. You whimpered as you felt yourself already nearing the steep edge of your release, your muscles feeling even tighter this time from his edging. You stared directly into his eyes as your walls clenched around his cock in a vice grip, sucking him closer to your womb. 

“H-Hobie, fuck!” you screamed as your hips snapped up. Your vision flooded with white as your body trembled with unbridled bliss. Your walls deliciously pulsed around his shaft as your pussy drenched his cock with your slick cream. You trembled and moaned beneath your lover as your body was caught in the riptide of mind-numbing rapture. “Hobie,” you repeated his name like a sacred prayer as your limbs turned to jelly.

Your boyfriend kept his eyes trained on your face as he knitted his brows, his cock throbbing and growing heavier inside your tight canal.

“Mmm such a good girl-makin’ a mess on my cock,” your boyfriend swiped his tongue across his lips. Your cunt pulsed at his praise as you arched your back. Hobie chuckled before he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, his hips spreading your legs apart even further. “Nearly there, love. Gonna drench this pretty cunt with my cum,” he panted as his hands planted on either side of your head.

Your head spun with dizzying ecstasy as your pussy squelched obscenely with each of his hungry thrusts. Hobie's nostrils flared as he groaned and fucked you like a wild animal in heat. You moaned quietly as he slammed his length down to the hilt, his tip shooting streams of his hot cum against your bruised cervix. 

“Fuck,” Hobie growled as he shallowly thrusted his dick forward, pushing his spend against the plug to your womb. Your legs shivered as he sloppily massaged your oversensitive walls with his meaty cock. “Fuck, that’s it,” he grunted as hus breathing stuttered.

You squealed as he gripped your hips while he pushed his shaft inside one final time, plugging up your oozing sex with his soaked girth. Tears of pleasure rolled down your plump cheeks as you felt his cock soften inside your spent, raw cunt. Both of you panted as he slipped his head back, a long, thick string of spit connecting your lips.

“How you feelin’?” Hobie murmured. His question almost didn’t register, your mind still drifting in the afterglow of your release. You caught your breath as your muscles began to relax.

“G-Good. Really good,” you gulped. Hobie smiled before pecking your lips. 

“Good enough for another quick round?” he asked with a glint in his eyes. You raised your brows.

“You...serious?” you asked between breaths. Hobie chuckled as he slowly pulled out of your dripping pussy, his cum dripping down your slit and messily painting the bedsheets. You bit your lip as you watched Hobie glide his hands against the inside of your plump, stretched-marked thighs. He slowly sank to his knees, his mouth watering as he eyed your delicious, cum-stuffed pussy. 

“I know, sweetheart. I just want to return the favor from earlier,” he husked before blowing a puff of hot air across your slick labia. You keened as he pulled your lower lips apart with his thumbs and hovered his mouth over your raw cunny. “That alright with you?” Hobie asked with a half-lidded gaze. You nodded and clutched the blanket again. 

“Fuck, y-yes,” you stammered as you kept your legs spread for him. Your boyfriend grinned before he shifted his gaze down to your engorged clit. 

"Good...been starvin' all day," he murmured. You moaned as he licked a bold, wet stripe up your slit. Your eyes rolled back as he tapped your clit with the tip of his tongue before flattening his wet muscle over your sensitive bud. 

“Christ, your pussy tastes divine,” he murmured before pressing a sloppy kiss over your whole cunt. You moaned and bucked your hips forward as he swiped his tongue against your hole, collecting your combined juices and greedily guzzling it down like a man parched. 

“Fuck, Hobie,” you hissed as he dipped his thick muscle past the tight rim of your hole. Your heart raced as eagerly pumped his wet muscle inside your slick cunt. Your body pulsed with heat as he dragged his tongue in and out, his pace sloppy as he sent sending shivers down your spine.

“Could eat this f’every meal and never go hungry, I fuckin’ swear,” he groaned before slapping your bum and diving back in. You moaned as Hobie indulged in your dripping cunt. He groaned as you ground your hips against his face, smearing your combined juices against his sharp chin. You squeaked when he pinched your thigh right as you squeezed your eyes shut again. “Eyes on me, baby,” Hobie reminded you before licking another bold stripe between your folds. You released a shaky breath and nodded before you gritted your teeth.

“Shit,” you moaned as he painted sloppy strokes up and down your slit. He inhaled sharply as he quickly sucked hard over your bundle of nerves, your clit aching with pleasure. “Oh my God,” you choked as he puckered his plump lips around your clit, his chin grinding against your puckering entrance. You squealed as he tenderly sucked on your button while he massaged your supple thighs. His low moans reverberated deep inside your core, your body shivering as he messily kissed up and down your pussy. Your eyes nearly crossed as he shoved his tongue inside your hole again, his languid thrusts making you gasp and strain against your binding.

“H-Hobie wait! I think I’m about to-“ your voice cut off when he pinched your clit. You let out a silent scream as your legs clamped down on his head, your second orgasm crashing over you in a violent wave of bliss. You wailed and rubbed your cunt against his face as your walls contracted around his soft tongue. Hobie’s eyes rolled back as you drenched his face, his mouth wide open and guzzling down your delectable juices. He rubbed your legs as you whimpered and rode out your orgasm on his lips.

You panted wildly as you felt yourself float back down to earth, your whole being trembling as you blinked away tears of pleasure. Hobie grunted as he slowly dragged his tongue out of you, his eyes glazed over with lust. He glanced at you as he pressed a quick kiss to your folds before leaning over your shivering form, his cheeks sucked in a little. You parted your lips as he lowered himself and suddenly slipped his tongue inside your warm mouth. 

You mewled as the heady taste of your combined juices cascaded over your tongue and slid down your throat. Hobie rumbled lowly as he watched you swallow your spend. His eyes softened before he pulled back and carefully ripped the webbing from your wrists.

“Did so well f’me, sweet girl,” he murmured gently as he smoothed his hands over your hips. You gave him an exhausted grin as he rested on top of you, his tall form draped over your glowing body. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around his back, tracing your finger along every dip and curve of his muscles.

"Need anythin'?" Hobie asked, his lips brushing against your earlobe. You hummed to yourself.

"A bath would be nice," you smile sheepishly. Your boyfriend grinned before he pushed himself up. Your body glowed with warmth as you reached your hand over and cupped his face. “I think you'll have to carry me, though,” you giggled. Hobie chuckled as he smoothed his hands against your sides.

“Anything for my girl,” he murmured softly.

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Idk if you still accept requests but can you please bless us with more Levihan Witcher AU?Hanji as a bard/alchemist is so on brand for her.

anon, thank you so much for this ask! you woulnd’t believe it, but this fic was sitting in my drafts for almost six months, and your ask finally motivated me to finish it! this is super self-indulgent and also my nerdiness for witcher series is definetely showing but eh.... hope you still enjoy it <3

The town of Rinde, near the edge of Redania, was as shitty as they came.

The roads were washed away with dirt, the huts (calling them houses would be an exaggeration) stood dirty and even and kids were running around, dressed in torn clothes and without any shoes on.

Needless to say, all of it disgusted Levi.

And, really, he would have skipped that town altogether, it didn’t look like there was anyone there, who was rich enough to pay for hiring him, and, since he wasn’t on a hunt for a long time, he really needed to find someone, who would toss that coin to the witcher. He would have skipped that town, he almost did, but then he heard it. His witcher senses had picked it up immediately, the faint sound, the voice that was unmistakable for him, even though Levi hadn’t heard it for almost a year.

He headed in the direction of that voice instantly, the Roach following after him with an unusual willingness. Maybe, the horse has sensed her as well. The Roach always liked the annoying bard, after all.

After reaching the small tavern near the outskirts of the town and tying Roach to the outpost, Levi stopped in front of the door, giving himself the time to change his decision.

The tavern wasn’t up to his standards. At all. Even without seeing what was inside, it was enough for Levi to see the moldy walls to understand that he was standing at the threshold to a shithole.

He should have turned around and escaped this town. The nightfall was approaching and, as far as he knew, there wasn’t a town or even a village nearby. He’d have to sleep under the stars again. It was more preferable to stepping inside the unkempt tavern.

Besides, even without his supernatural senses, he could hear that the place was full of drunkards. Some shouted out vulgar jokes and laughed boisterously, some sang loudly and quite terribly.

And amidst all of it, there it was. Her voice that was laughing and singing with the rest of the patrons. For anyone else it would have been hard to decipher just one voice out of the dozens of others, but for Levi, this voice was special.

There were no doubts in his mind anymore. He pushed the door open.

All conservation ceased as soon as Levi walked inside. Well, that was to be expected. What was unexpected was the absence of a loud cheerful shriek greeting him. Although... considering the way he parted with Hange a year ago, maybe, he should have expected it as well.

Nevertheless, she paid him no attention, didn't even look at him. Levi's mood worsened. Glaring at all the patrons, he made his way to the bar.

"Tea," he ordered gruffly.

"Tea?" the maiden, who was standing behind the bar, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Are you sure? We have ale, beer, vodka..."

"I don't want that piss that you call ale and beer here, and I definitely do not want to taste whatever the fuck substitutes vodka in this shithole. Just simple tea. You have it, I hope?"

"I'll look around...." the maiden nodded uncertainly. "Anything else?"

"If you have some soup that'd be great."

"Alright, I'll bring your order in a minute. Are you going to stay the night?"

Levi's eyes immediately darted to Hange. She wasn't looking at him. He sighed.

"We'll see about that."

Levi spent the whole evening boring holes into the back of Hange's head. She didn't turn around even once, too busy having fun with her new friends. As he watched the merry group in front of him, Levi couldn't help but scoff. Most of them, both men and women, were already smitten with Hange. He could see it in the way they subtly touched her hand or squeezed her shoulder, in the way they smiled dreamily and blushed every time she looked at them. Hange always had an uncanny ability to charm people. If it was her silvery voice or just the natural charisma, Levi wasn’t sure. He hated it nevertheless.

Not because Hange managed to put him under her spell as well (she did not) but because he hated when Hange paid attention to someone, except him. Apparently, even witchers could be childish sometimes.

However, considering what he had told Hange at that mountain, when anger and frustration took over him, maybe, he didn't deserve her attention anymore.

Still, Levi felt bitter, watching Hange’s smiles and teasing directed on someone, who wasn’t him. He missed her, goddamn it. It took him so long to realize it, but he enjoyed Hange’s company so much. The hunts just weren’t the same, if she wasn’t by his side, splurging some weird facts she read from bestiaries at Oxcenfurt. The roads seemed longer without Hange, who filled the silence with one of her new songs or her musings about the life. And even though, Levi always acted annoyed whenever Hange claimed that the nights were too chilly, so they have to sleep together to savor the warmth, now, since she wasn’t sleeping by his side anymore, even a brightly lit fire couldn’t make the cold disappear.

Shit, he was in such a deep shit.

As the evening progressed into the night, the patrons slowly started to tinker out of the tavern. Levi watched each of them carefully, trying to guess which of these lucky bastards would leave together with Hange.

However, soon almost everyone had left. The only other person, who was still at the tavern, was Hange.

As soon as the last customer went on his way, she sat atop the table and took out her lute.

She plucked the strings of the instrument, tuning it in. Throughout the evening, Hange sang numerous songs, all of them were accompanied by laughter and applause. But not by her lute.

A special lute that was given to her by an elf after her last one was destroyed and after Levi had threatened the said elf to break her nose if she dared to put that miserable expression on a pretty face of his bard ever again.

It was a shame that Hange still refused to look at him. He always enjoyed looking at her while she played. Her expression always matched the song she was performing - if the song was fast and catchy, she would be grinning from ear to ear, lightening up the whole room, and if she was singing the sad one, the one about heartbreak and tragic love, her face was mournful, her eyes distant.

Hange started to play, and Levi recognized the song instantly.

A storm raging on the horizon of longing, and heartache, and lust

Damn, of course, she decided to sing that song. Evidently, Hange was out to torture him as much as possible.

“I dedicate it to you, Levi!” she announced after she had first presented it to him.

They were in the middle of a road, resting in front of a fire after an exhausting hunt for a Nightwraith. Well, Levi was resting after an exhausting hunt, Hange was sitting beside him, blabbering almost nonstop. She sang a song to him too, after shyly confessing that this was her latest creation.

“How the fuck can this song be about me?” Levi grunted then. “It’s about woman, dipshit.”

“Ah, but a song about a man won’t be popular amongst my fellow bards! So I had to change a few things there and then.”

“So my kiss is that sweet?” he asked, fighting back a smile.

Hange snickered, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “And it destroys me each time.”

That memory – amongst hundreds, millions of others – kept replaying in his mind, as he listened to her beautiful voice. Hange was called a genius, one of the most talented bards in all Northern Kingdoms.

Levi always considered it to be bullshit. He was sure that even in Nilfgaardian Empire there wasn’t an artist half as blessed with a gift of music as Hange was.

As she finished the song, Hange got to her feet. She slanged her lute over her shoulder and headed to the bar. As he watched her order, Levi hid a small smile – it seemed Hange was still inseparable with the damn lute. Some things never change, it seemed.

His musings were cut off abruptly, when Hange sat down at his table. In her hands she held two cups with something that smelled very much like piss. Levi cringed.

Hange finished the first mug in one go. She wiped off her mouth and then put the mug down with a loud ‘thud’. She pushed the second mug to Levi.

“Drink,” she ordered, glaring at him.

“I don’t get drun—”

“Drink,” she pressed. “I don’t care if your stupid witcher physiology enables you from getting drunk. I won’t have this conversation if one of us is sober.”

“Alright,” Levi nodded and took a large gulp from the mug. Oh, so that was ale. Disgusting. “Are you happy now?”

“Ecstatic,” Hange crossed hands on her chest. “Now answer me this – what is so interesting about the back of my head?”

“What? I don’t—”

“You do,” Hange cut him off once more. “You do understand. You’ve been staring at me the whole evening. Don’t you have something better to do? Some important witcher stuff? What the fuck are you even doing here, Levi?”

“I…” he cleared his throat, feeling small under Hange’s furious gaze. “I needed somewhere to spend the night.”

“And that’s why you decided to spend your evening in the company of drunkards, eating your soup in a corner?”

“Maybe, I’ve missed the human’s company.”

Hange threw her head back and laughed. “You missing human’s company? Don’t give me that crap.”

“Well…” for a second Levi fidgeted with a sleeve of his armor, refusing to look Hange in the eyes. It was now or never. Either he apologizes to Hange right now, or there won’t be another chance to reconcile. He took a deep breath and lifted his gaze. “Maybe, I’ve missed you.”

Hange’s eyes widened just a fraction. She composed herself almost immediately, but Levi noticed the slight change in her. Could it be that not everything was lost?

“Bullshit,” Hange answered, her tone even colder than before. “How can you miss the person, who destroyed your life again and again? Who is the sole reason for any hardship you had ever faced? Who does nothing, but shit on your future?”

Levi silently lowered his head, not even trying to stop Hange’s angry tirade. He deserved every word, every insult she threw his way. He would endure a lot more offence from her, if it meant that Hange would forgive him. If everything could go back to normal. If Levi could finally reunite with his best friend.

Hange took a deep sigh and stood up. Levi looked up at her gingerly, expecting to see her storm out of the tavern. Instead Hange went to the bar again, ordering two more mugs of ale, and returned to his table.

“They are for me,” she told curtly, when Levi tried to reach to one of the mugs. “I really can’t deal with this sober.”

“Hange…” he cleared his throat, feeling more nervous and vulnerable than when he was staring at a mob of harpies. “The way I treated you was awful… I was angry and needed someone to pour that anger out, but you didn’t deserve it. I’m asking for your forgiveness, but if you can’t grant it… just say so. I promise not to bother you after this.”

“Sweet Melitele,” Hange shook her head. “Tell me, Levi, are all witchers assholes, or was I just lucky enough to meet an exception?”

She took a long sip of ale, wincing and wiping her mouth afterwards. For a long moment, Hange stared at the table, tracing the invisible patterns on the old, wooden surface.

“I forgive you, you dumbass,” she said finally. Her words made Levi’s heart swell. He stared at her, hope shining in his gaze. “But I have two conditions.”

“Anything,” Levi promised readily.

“Anything, huh?” Hange arched an eyebrow. “Are you really that eager to have my forgiveness or are you just naturally so brave?”

“Both,” he replied, shrugging.

“My first condition,” she smiled in an almost feral manner. Shivers ran through his spine, but Levi didn’t allow himself to shudder. Showing his fear would only make Hange crueler. “I want you to help me with my experiments. I found a new potion and I need a person with fast metabolism to run some tests on it, and I need to extract four front teeth from algoul for my next concoction.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it,” Hange nodded. “As for my first condition. My second one,” she paused, leaning in and grabbing the collar of his armor. “I need you to give me that sweet kiss of yours.”

“Well,” Levi smirked, moving closer to her, before their lips were almost touching. “Ready to be destroyed then.”

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

Shopping For Clothes Fixes Everything (Legolas and Frodo)

Synopsis: Frodo is underdressed for Aragorn’s coronation, Legolas is generally well-known for being a hot-cake, so he helps his little hobbit friend out. Also Merry, Sam and Pippin can now blame Legolas for mentioning sailing west to Frodo, and planting the idea in his angsty mind.

AN: Frodo and Legolas did not have enough time together onscreen, therefore my imagination can decide whatever it wants, and I decide they’re best friends who enjoy trees and shopping together. Also they’re prolly gay for each other, it’s whatever.

Warnings: Woah, Nelly—careful where you step. There’s some gay sprinkled in.

Pairings: Legolas/Frodo (kinda platonic, kinda gay. Idk you decide)

All had been invited to attend Aragorn’s coronation in Gondor—or, ‘Strider’, as Frodo once knew him. Each and every member of the Fellowship was expected to attend, for no reason other than the honouring of their forged friendship made along the perilous roads to Mordor.

Nobody was an exception to this expectation, so when Frodo arrived in the white streets of Gondor, he was very pleased to be reunited with all his friends.

Now, there was a certain level of dress code to be upheld at royal coronations, apparently. The hobbits, of course, had no warning of this. Instead, they had showed up with nothing but their daily scrubs from the Shire—their finest clothing, mind you, but still too casual in the presence of elves and royalty alike.

Stopping before his reflection in a shiny podium, Frodo sighed. He still wore his Shire clothing, and looked rather out of place among the silk, leather and other rich materials he passed by. At least he was shorter than the hems of some robes, he supposed.

Stopping before his reflection in a shiny podium, Frodo sighed. He still wore his Shire clothing, and looked rather out of place among the silk, leather and other rich materials he passed by. At least he was shorter than the hems of some robes, he supposed.

Alas, he knew he needed to appear his best.

The more and more Frodo scrutinised his casual appearance in the shiny podium, the more others in his mind contrasted against him. He needed help with clothing—preferably from someone adept in the aesthetic department.

Only one friend came to mind.

Frodo knocked gently against the large door to the room he knew was loaned to Legolas. It, too, like his own, was large and spacious inside. A balcony overlooked all of Gondor, and shiny was the room—a most pure in white, too.

There was hardly any sound of shuffling on the other side of the door, before it soundlessly opened. Legolas stood in the doorway, and stared ahead with a curiously expectant expression.

However, when he found no one facing him, memories of the Fellowship caused him to lower his head three feet above ground. There, he met Frodo’s eyes.

“Oh, hello,” said Legolas. “I was expecting someone—”

“Taller?” Frodo jested back. A smile quirked on his lips.

Humour, too, ran along Legolas’ features, as he stepped aside to let his friend in. “Perhaps, but you said it first—not me.”

“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

“Careful now—there are ears everywhere in Gondor, even if they don’t belong to elves,” Legolas said in amusement. “People eavesdrop and make assumptions.”

“Sounds like the Shire,” Frodo responded in amusement.

Using his foot, Legolas closed the door. “I have been meaning to make plans to visit the Shire, but Gandalf and Gimli have warned me of the confusing roads leading in.”

Chuckling loudly in a light-hearted manner, Frodo sat down at a table for tea in the near-centre of Legolas’ room. “Forgive me, but I always assumed you were the better navigator between Aragorn and yourself?”

Reaching for teabags high up on a shelf, Legolas looked over his shoulder and winced his teeth. “I might have exaggerated my abilities, just a little.”

“Just a little,” Frodo agreed, smiling a toothy smile nonetheless, with a little nod of his head.

“Alas, perhaps I’ll just have to return with you, Sam, Merry and Pippin after the coronation,” Legolas pressed on, now walking back to the table. “I definitely will not get lost that way.”

“You mentioned Pippin,” Frodo deadpanned. “Getting side-tracked is a guarantee.”

“Ah, well, then another adventure!” Legolas proclaimed. He now sat himself down, and passed a dainty teacup along to Frodo.

“Oh, please, no more adventures,” Frodo groaned, with his head buried into the crook of his elbow.

Legolas, with his quick eye, took notice of Frodo’s hand reaching up to his neck, as if to grasp at the ring. Shifting in his seat uncomfortably, Legolas cleared his throat. He, too, forced the lingering memories of Mordor down, as he poured the lemon-scented tea.

Those days had not yet readily left anyone, nor would for a long time.

“Perhaps not…” Legolas agreed.

Lifting his eyes, Frodo smiled at his friend. He took the tea from Legolas, and watched the leaves swirl around in his cup.

“Regardless,” he piped up, “what have you been doing since our completion?”

“Well,” Legolas readily inhaled, looking upwards in thought, “let’s see—as of right now, I am currently representing my kingdom for Aragorn’s coronation—per my Ada’s wishes, of course.”

“Of course,” Frodo grinned back, finding amusement in Bilbo’s stories of being captured by Thranduil.

“And beyond that,” Legolas continued, “well…I was hoping to restore the trees of Ithilien, actually. They need much tending to after, well…you know.”

“I do.” Frodo nodded his head. “That’s rather exciting for you, then? Isn’t it? Working with trees? A passion of yours, truly.”

“It is.” Legolas shrugged. “If I can be completely honest, though?”

“I’m all ears,” Frodo teased, leaning with his arms folded over the table.

Legolas grinned back at his friend’s antics, before continuing on. “I saw a gull flying overhead today, and I know this may sound a little odd, but…”

“Go on,” Frodo slowly encouraged, now enthralled by his friend’s words.

“Well, I couldn’t help but feel the desire to sail west,” he revealed at last, as if confessing his darkest secret.

“Sail west?” Frodo inquired.

“Yes, to Valinor,” Legolas explained. “When the weight of Middle-earth grows too much, my kin are free to travel to our origins. It heals both the heart and mind, so they say.”

“Oh, really?” Frodo pressed deeper. “That sounds rather ideal…will you go?”

Legolas shrugged again. “I’m not too sure at the present moment. I suppose I will one day, but…all of my friends are still here—my life. Perhaps one day, as I do believe it is inevitable, but not anytime soon.”

“I am a little jealous, to be perfectly honest,” Frodo confessed in return.

“How so?” Legolas pressed, taking the first sip of his tea.

“Of your choice,” he replied. “To heal the heart and mind overseas—I wish I had that option.”

Legolas threw his eyes down at the table in thought, and thrummed his fingers against his mug. “You know, Frodo—your sacrifice with Sauron’s Ring goes beyond what any other in Middle-earth has done, let alone any elf.”

At his friend’s words, Frodo knitted his brows. “What are you saying, Legolas?”

“You didn’t hear it from me,” Legolas shook his head, with an allusive quirk of his lips, “but I know the Valar to be very…open, regarding these sorts of things. Perhaps a conversation with Gandalf could do you well?”

“Well, I don’t like your allusive tone, but I’ll heed your advice and speak with him after the coronation,” Frodo chuckled back.

“Well-met,” Legolas laughed in turn.

The two friends soon fell into a comfortable silence, until Legolas opted to break it again.

“So, I do not imagine you came to find me on the basis of our shared woes,” he said through a sip of tea. “What may I help you with, besides gracing you with my presence?”

“Oh, elves,” Frodo replied, wistfully. “So beautiful, and so vain—which is actually precisely why I came to find you.”

“Pray tell,” Legolas smirked, leaning back in his chair.

Catching his friend’s pride, Frodo shook his head and grinned. Trust Prince Legolas to know his worth, Frodo mused.

“You see, no body informed me of the expected attire at Aragorn’s coronation,” Frodo went on. “I’ve merely arrived in my Sunday vest, and best trousers—”

“Uh, I don’t think any of my garments will fit you, Frodo,” Legolas interjected, with a glance over his shoulder eyeing off his silver robes.

“No, I know that,” Frodo rolled his eyes with a smile. “However, surely you, of all people, must know best how to help me in this regard?”

Turning his eyes back to his friend, Legolas quirked a brow. He narrowed his gaze, and analysed the hobbit. However, soon, a grin began to tug at Legolas’ lips.

He stood up in his chair, offered Frodo his hand, and spoke excitedly in confidence. “Say no more, mellon nîn. I have just the idea for you.”

Frodo returned his friend’s smile, took his hand, and allowed the elf to hoist him from his chair. “Well, thank you! But no satin, please!”

“Why must it always be you who wishes to suck the joy out of everything?”

“Oh, I’m sorry—did you carry an evil ring to Mordor?”

“No, but I had to run for three days-straight.”

“My sincere apologies.”

“It’s okay, shopping for clothes fixes everything.”

[julieandthefandoms]

More Fanfiction Links

So, apparently I hit a link limit on my previous post about fanfic links, and in order to remedy that, I’ll be creating this separate list in order to link more fanfics. I’ll also be continuing to add to this current list until I hit the 100 link limit again (because clearly I don’t learn), so it’ll change relatively often. 

If you haven’t seen it already, the first post is here, and has a little under 100 fanfics, and I apologize if there are any repeats. I will be relinking my own fics and the ongoing ones for any of you are interested, so yeah.

I will also be marking AUs by putting the AU they’re set in parenthesis, and marking one-shots or chaptered fics by placing an asterisk (*) by the chaptered ones. In unspecified sections, the ships/characters involved in the tory will be listed in italic. Side note, all of the following fics besides the ones in the Pine With Me section are completed, so there’s no need to worry about the completion status of the fics. Now, I have read all of these, so if anyone wants to scream about any of these with me, I got you ;)

(Fair warning, the majority of these are TDA/TLH fics... mostly because I’m rereading TDA and drowning in feelings.) 

Matthew Angst

Entreat me not to leave thee by thelandunderthehilll

https://thelandunderthehilll.tumblr.com/post/625697713695195136/entreat-me-not-to-leave-thee

Runaway by themostawesomehuman/chris-top-her-lightwood

https://chris-top-her-lightwood.tumblr.com/post/626088077139509248/runaway-first-draft

Untitled Matthew Fanfic by lily-chen-deserves-better

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/626711184724426752/matthew-x-happiness-im-glad-to-see-you-again

The Boy and the Door by themostawesomehuman Math and Owen

https://themostawesomehuman.tumblr.com/post/627139370040885248/the-boy-and-the-door-owen-herondale-and-matthew

Blackdale/Thorndale/Jesse x Lucie/Whatever You Call Them

Untitled Blackdale by zzoyalantsov

https://zzoyalantsov.tumblr.com/post/625576347383857152/hey-prompt-6-for-blackdale

“Don’t Ask Me How I’ve Been” by lily-chen-deserves-better

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/625442487221338112/for-ghostjessesgirl-this-is-a-train-wreck-and

Explorations in cooking and kissing by UpsideDownCats

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2427817

Untitled Blackdale by sparow

 https://sparow.tumblr.com/post/619823878129221632/3-9-10-angst-lucie-and-jesse-gooo-if-you-can

Platonic Family Shenanigans/Fluff

“Let me guess, there’s a dead body in the closet” by lily-chen-deserves-better Thomas and Lucie

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/624804827849949185/a-shipfriendshipcharacter-a-quote-for-a

Parental Differences by affectionatelyyy Jessa family

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25431358 or here 

Max and Rafe QSA Fic by ti-bae-rius Max and Rafe

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/187093686941/rafael-and-max-qsa-fic

Paralleled by immortal-enemies Ash and Kit

https://immortal-enemies.tumblr.com/post/626282235354562560/paralleled

Untitled Heronchild by lucieblckthorn Matthew and James

https://lucieblckthorn.tumblr.com/post/626560434501287936/can-i-plz-hv-prompt-2-heronchild-again

Be Wise Enough to Wonder. Be brave and let it go. By Ineedadrinkorsleep Mark and Helen 

https://ineedadrinkorsleep.tumblr.com/post/626662185866756096/be-wise-enough-to-wonder-be-brave-and-let-it-go

Jordelia

“You Smell Nice” by lucieblckthorn

https://lucieblckthorn.tumblr.com/post/625604991095324672/congrats-on-ur-milestone-jordelia-prompt-22

The Worst Things in Life Come Free to Us by zzoyalantsov

https://zzoyalantsov.tumblr.com/post/627532126978506752/the-worst-things-in-life-come-free-to-us

Matthew/Cordelia

Untitled Math/Cordelia by thelandunderthehilll

https://thelandunderthehilll.tumblr.com/post/624882185411919873/cringe-cliche-angst-fan-fic-for-a-change-lmao-idk

Untitled Math/Cordelia by emablckthorn

https://emablckthrn.tumblr.com/post/624950180429561856/i-wrote-another-fanfic-this-one-is-about-matthew

Wait before you go by immyownghostwriter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25199353

Thomastair 

Untitled Thomastair by ti-bae-rius

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/624000112834854912/thomastair-prompt

Untitled Thomastair by cordeliacarstairs1989writesstuff (Linking chapter 2; chapter 1 is linked in the post)

https://cordeliacarstairs1989writesstuff.tumblr.com/post/626392908711542785/thomstair-part-2

Braver by mysilverwords/thomaslightwood

https://mysilverwords.tumblr.com/post/627905053589651456/braver-thomas-lightwood-with-a-special-guest

Arianna

Untitled Arianna by shadowhuntersshadow-world

https://shadowhuntersshadow-world.tumblr.com/post/626412484132208640/my-first-fanfic

Herongraystairs

Poets by ashesandhoney

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5070181

Gabrily

Untitled Gabrily Fic by Inej-in-the-shadows

https://inej-in-the-shadows.tumblr.com/post/627789466399080448/gabrily-fanfic

Sizzy

”Imagine Muse B of your OTP buying Grand Theft Auto 5 and playing it every single day. Muse A doesn’t like all the violence and swearing, but after playing online with a couple of other friends, gets hooked too” by ti-bae-rius 

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/163260667541/imagine-muse-b-of-your-otp-buying-grand-theft

Many-A-Ships

As Long As I’m With You by fieryfantasybooklover Haline, Kitty, and Jemma

https://fieryfantasybooklover.tumblr.com/post/625457184103350272/as-long-as-im-with-you-a-haline-jemma-and

To Love by lily-chen-deserves-better Assorted TDA Ships (Fun Story: This Was Made To Piss Off a Homophobe) 

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/621412716168577024/to-love

Not Unlike a Fairy Tale by fieryfantasybooklover Thomastair, Cordelia, Arianna

https://fieryfantasybooklover.tumblr.com/post/626484597104033793/not-unlike-a-fairy-take-a-thomastair-arianna

Kierartina

*Untitled Kierartina by thelandunderthehilll (chapters 1-4 listed at the bottom of the post)

https://thelandunderthehilll.tumblr.com/post/625518921255141376/fan-fic-characters-from-the-dark-artifices-by

Untitled Kierartina by thelandunderthehilll

https://thelandunderthehilll.tumblr.com/post/625062005221490688/tadaaa-fanfic-in-faerie-as-i-promised-lovee

The Lucky Ones by Ineedadrinkorsleep 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20432540

Sweet Dreams by thelandunderthehilll

https://thelandunderthehilll.tumblr.com/post/625868019312295936/sweet-dreams

Untitled Kierartina (Mark’s POV of why he left to save Kieran) by thelandunderthehilll

https://thelandunderthehilll.tumblr.com/post/626548752988143616/fan-fic-characters-from-the-dark-artifices-by

Kitty

Hold Me Tight While You Wait by heronthxrns

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24763507

*all my broken heartbeats by laylacarstairs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24493021/chapters/59121295

Kitty and Vine References by tsc-living

https://tsc-living.tumblr.com/post/184716251806/kitty-and-vine-references

I loved you before you even came into this world by lihtwood

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24303286

Thinkin’ about you by lihtwood

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24504664

I don’t miss you at all by lihtwood

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022441

Begin Again by bobmcjoe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17151506

Kit Herondale: Medium Extraordinarie by rosesareredvioletsareblue

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24294493

Wherever I go, you bring me home by booksandbeanbags

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25431358

There’s nothing to be afraid of by Ineedadrinkorsleep

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17808431

Ty’s letter to Kit during TWP by Ineedadrinkorsleep

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20697002

The one thing you can never do by Ineedadrinkorsleep 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21319315

When No one’s watching by Ineedadrinkorsleep

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23427664

Blanket Forts and Bad Days by ti-bae-rius

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/165685000001/blanket-forts-and-bad-days-kitty

*Chance Encounter by ti-bae-rius

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/185651968861/chance-encounters-part-12

*I’m In Love Without You by bluesxrgent 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17008965

you make it easy by thankyouforexisting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6460615

The Bet (or: Team Rosales-Blackthorn are losers) (or: Disregard the previous statement; Team Carstairs-Blackthorn is the worst) by KallistoGray

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14940314

Follow my Lead by HPfanonezillion

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13329480

aut inveniam viam aut faciam by helenblqckthorn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17144537

Challenge the Default by elliptical

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6265393

Helpless by RoseHerondale

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25923886

Fire and Flood by fairchild-squad

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20914937

(A Kitty AU Subsection because this is getting too long)

I wonder if you look both ways before you cross my mind by lihtwood (Kit Never Left AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18234149

Listen To Your Heart by tyherondaletrash (Quarantine AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23986390 or here 

Wayward Presence by Adoravel_Fenomeno (High School AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24530167

“I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit and I’m in too deep and I need a fake boyf ASAP” by ti-bae-rius (Modern AU)

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/175509991201/kitty-au-i-told-my-sister-i-have-a-boyfriend-so

*Soulmate AU by ti-bae-rius (Soulmate AU)

Part 1: https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/179216171251/soulmate-au-kitty-part-1-of-2-based-on-the

Part 2: https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/179216179081/soulmate-au-kitty-part-2-of-2

Highschool Kitty AU by ti-bae-rius (High School AU)

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13268350/1/High-School-AU-Kitty

Living out a life of royalty by Adoravel_Fenomeno (Kitty Faerie AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25862785

Eyes are the Windows to the Soul by orphan_account (Soulmate AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9375944

Summertime by Adoravel_Fenomeno (Childhood Friends AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25936528

On the wheel that winds on forever by Adoravel_Fenomeno (Fallen Angel AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25994482

The art of letting go by Adoravel_Fenomeno (Artist/Muse Fake Dating AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26070262

Haline

Like I’m Gonna Lose You by lily-chen-deserves-better

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/623086630335627264/like-im-going-to-lose-you

“It’s 3 in the morning” by Thomastair

https://thomastair.tumblr.com/post/617963730194628608/could-you-please-do-3-for-haline

Don’t let those basterds get you down by Ineedadrinkorsleep

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19747804

“I tried to rescue you from being mugged but instead I got knocked out and you had to take me to the hospital after having your wallet stolen” by ti-bae-rius (Modern AU)

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/178764126786/haline-au-i-tried-to-rescue-you-from-being

Diana/Gwyn

Dance with me? by ti-bae-rius

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/165303275646/gwynburn-dance-with-me

Pine With Me (Ongoing Fics)

*You’re my rock, my colorado by lihtwood (Brooklyn 99 Kitty AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24505048

*Popsicle Stick Homes and Construction Paper Hearts by GinnyRose (Thomastair Modern AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24132592/chapters/58103440

*A Last Chance by CrimzieLightwood (Thomastair)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24149710/chapters/58151143

*time to dance on sorrows by fairchild-squad (Time Travel AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24842437/chapters/60093769

*new blooms by fairchild-squad (Blackdale Flower Shop AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24830689

*The Sibling Matchmakers Club by affectionatelyyy (A Herongraystairs Parent Trap AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25601440 or here

Extremely Well Written Pieces That Make My Heart Hurt

For better or for worse, I am alive by Ineedadrinkorsleep Kit Herondale

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18740581

I used to say there’s no such thing as we by Ineedadrinkorsleep Ty Blackthorn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22935322

Some Of My Own Work 

If Crazy=Genius, The Herondales, Fairchilds, Blackthorns, and Carstairs Would Have 162 IQ by TimeToTravel Jordelia, Thomastair, Jessa, and Blackdale

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23194744

What Is And What Should Never Be by TimeToTravel Jordelia and Thomastair

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23272336

Maybe There’s Something There That Wasn’t There Before by TimeToTravel Jordelia and Thomastair

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23439985

Days Past: Paris 1902 by TimeToTravel Thomastair

Either: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24015850 or here

Bring Back What Once Was Mine by TimeToTravel Blackdale

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24042889

Heaven and Hell by TimeToTravel Grace and Christopher

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24192601 or here

Free To Be You And Me by TimeToTravel Arianna

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24466879 or here

We’ll Meet Again by TimeToTravel (Herongraystairs Supernatural and TSC epic crossover) 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24621490

Breeding Cannibal Ducks by TimeToTravel Platonic Heronstairs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24761302 or here

Idris Weekly: The Millionaire Murder by TimeToTravel and LivingInTheNever (Blackdale Detective AU) 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24898957

A Perfect Day by TimeToTravel Blackdale

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24919912 or here

Best Day of Our Lives by TimeToTravel Kitty, Heline, Kierartine, and Jemma

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25737559 or here

This was quite long, so I’m just going to leave the key here again:

* = multi-chaptered fics 

(Parenthesis) = AU

If in a non ship subsection: 

Italics = ships/characters in story

[snarkwrites]

03 | upside down ; steve harrington

NOTES:

So, uh.. did I mention this is not even remotely close to a slow burn? Because surprise it's not. I wanted it to be one so so so bad too. But it'll be okay, I'll live. Maybe next time, lmaooo. Anyway, as I said in the notes on chapter 2, parts one, two, this one and maaaybe four, I haven't written it just yet so Idk how it'll go tbh, are potentially set BEFORE the series starts.

Summary:

She moves back to Hawkins and manages to turn his life completely upside down. In the best of ways.

But how will everything play out between them? Also, can they handle all the weirdness ahead? We shall see.

Warnings:

LOOSE CANON COMPLIANCE AT BEST, TOTAL DEVIATION AT WORST - this is just an up front catch all because sometimes, things happen that I don’t particularly care for (the senseless death of Barb, anybody?) and if you’re one of those canon only people, this is here to warn you that this is not the fic for you. LANGUAGE, OCCASIONAL GORE, MONSTERS / FANTASY ELEMENTS, TEENAGE DRAMA AND SHENANIGANS - Obviously, teenagers are going to do stuff. They’re at that point in their life where not every decision they make is the best one. So if you’d rather skip over this kind of thing (teen drinking, fighting, etc) then yeah.. you’ve been warned. THIS IS NOT A SLOW BURN, I REPEAT NOT SLOW AT ALL / EVENTUAL FILTHY GOOD NESS - because lets be real.. we’re all wondering when we’re gonna drop the plot and get to the good stuff. When this chapter occurs, I will flair it with an M. In the meantime, if you’re not into slow burn or mutual pining, then you’re probably not going to care about this.

Other Parts

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THREE.

“You can’t be serious. Her mother was the town tramp. And from what I’ve seen of her and the way she dresses, she’s on the fast track to follow in those footsteps.” Carol’s statement and her voice annoyed Steve.

He rolled his eyes. Shrugging.

“I’m serious. Did you think I was asking your permission?” Steve raised a brow at Carol and laughed. “Because if you did, you were wrong. I do what I want.”

Carol grimaced and grumbled that she was absolutely not going to be nice to Jennifer Brown just because Steve wanted to put his dick inside her.

Tommy smirked, leaning in while Carol was on her little tangent to mutter into his ear, “Lucky bastard.”

Steve chuckled, nodding in agreement with Tommy.

Brown eyes scanned the crowd, searching for any sign of Jennie. He spotted her wandering the midway, one of those giant cotton candy sticks in her hand, sandwiched between Barb and Nancy, the three of them laughing. All he could do was stare at her. Smile to himself at the way she threw her head back to laugh. Follow the sway of her hips like his eyes had magnets attached.

Carol spotted her too and pretended to gag. “Does she not have a grasp of the concept of clothing, Steve?”

“Carol, do you ever stop and think that maybe everyone doesn’t want your crappy opinion?” Steve quipped, rolling his eyes at her. Tommy mouthed an apology.

Steve shrugged it off, telling them he’d meet up with them later if he felt like it and didn’t forget. Then he wandered over, falling into line behind Jennie. Wrapping his arms around her waist and snickering when she whirled around, eyes full of fire and ready to explode because she thought it was some random playing grab ass.

Steve raised his hands, chuckling. Biting his lip as he gazed down at her and the way she lazily swatted at his chest. “Easy, Jennie. It’s just me.”

“You can’t just do that! I thought you were that asshole who wouldn’t leave us alone over by the spinning tea cups.” Jennie took a sip of her drink, blowing bubbles into the straw. She held it up to Steve and he took it, taking a sip or two. “Are we still on for tonight?”

She nodded, smiling up at him. “Nancy, Barb and I just wanted to come together early. A girl thing.” she explained.

Steve wanted to swear to himself when he heard Tommy clear his throat from nearby. With Carol in tow, of course. Tommy nodded to Jennie and smirked at Steve as he gave Jennie a playful wink. “Aren’t you gonna introduce your girl to your best friend, man? He has no manners. My name is Tommy.”

Carol rolled her eyes and grumbled about Tommy being a flirt right in front of her and as per usual, her complaints went in one ear and right out the other.

Jennie eyed Tommy with a raised brow, shaking her head. Glancing at Steve who chuckled. “She knows who you are, dumbass. She lived here for a while, remember?”

Carol was giving Jennie a frosty glare. From beside Jennie, Nancy and Barb nudged each other, whispering, watching the two.

“I know I haven’t forgotten her.” Carol spoke up.

“Oh, I haven’t forgotten you either.” Jennie responded, tensing up. Folding her arms over her chest as she glanced at Carol with thinly veiled disinterest.

“Okay, no fights. Carol, come on.” Tommy spoke up, letting his gaze linger on Jennie just long enough that Steve tensed a little, gave him an annoyed look and shoved tightly clenched fists into the pockets of his jeans.

Tommy and Carol wandered off and Steve chuckled. Pulling his hand out of his pocket, dragging it through his hair. “I’ll come pick you up at 8.”

He stepped closer, curious as to whether she’d be open to him kissing her in front of her friends. Because things were kind of shaky. They really hadn’t gotten to talk about last night quite yet.

Jennie surprised him because she stepped closer too. Hooking her fingers in the belt loops of his jeans. Closing the distance between them when she did so. He chuckled. Leaning down a little, his arms slipping around her as his crashed his mouth against her mouth. Grinning into the kiss as the taste of her watermelon shaved ice filled his mouth. He deepened the kiss and as it pulled away so they could both catch their breath, he joked with Nancy and Barb, “Don’t let her get into too much trouble, yeah?”

“Oh haha sir. If memory serves, you got involved in just as much as me when we were kids.” Jennie teased, raising up on her feet to fluff his hair and turn up the collar of his polo shirt. She pouted as she stepped away and as she walked off with Nancy and Barbara, Steve leaned against the wooden post nearby and watched her walking. Fanning himself and smiling like an idiot.

Once he knew no one was watching, he jumped up and down, pumping his fist in the air in victory.

XXX

“Shit, shit.” I stomped my foot, blowing at a curl that refused to go where I wanted it to go. Frowning at the offending strands of hair, I swatted them out of my eyes. From my closet, Nancy called out, “Hey? Think I can borrow this white sundress?”

“Yeah! Go for it.” I called out to her as I tried to get into a steady position to apply my mascara. Nancy stepped out of my closet, holding the dress up to her in the mirror. I smiled and spoke up, “Carol’s still the uptight killjoy, I see.”

“Carol Perkins is a bitch.”

I pretended to be shocked when Nancy said it and Nancy shrugged, blushing a little as she laughed. “It’s the truth though!”

“I think her entire reason for walking over earlier today was just to be rude.”

“Or to be weird and creepy about Steve. She had this huge crush on him last year, I think? Anyway, Steve turned her down from what I heard and that’s why she went for Tommy instead.” Nancy picked up a lipstick from her makeup bag, lightly bumping against me and laughing when I did it back.

“Barb’s meeting us after the movie, right?”

“Mhm. She said Logan was taking her to one of those fancy restaurants over in Rollins before though. Their anniversary.” Nancy smiled and laughed softly. “They’re so cute, I swear.”

“I know. It’s so sweet it kinda makes my teeth hurt.”

“Excuse me? Who was practically draped all over Steve earlier today when we ran into him?”

“I was not draped all over him.” I corrected, blushing a little as I said it because I knew for a fact that yes, I was lying through my teeth. I shrugged.

“Was he kissing you like that last night? Because if so… Wow.” Nancy teased, fanning herself with the issue of Seventeen that sat next to my hairbrush on my vanity.

I blushed even more, biting my lip as I nodded.

“I’ve never seen him get that handsy before.” Nancy mused, stirring the pot a little. I took a deep breath and sat down my lipstick, turning to look at her. Raising my pinkie. “What I’m about to confess to you does NOT leave this room.”

“What?” Nancy’s brow raised as she linked pinkies with me and laughed softly.

“I’m a virgin.” I admitted, shrugging. It wasn’t a big deal either way, I just hadn’t met anyone that particularly sparked my interest in that way for more than a day or two at a time. And I was nothing if not picky. ,, Just admit you never got over your stupid crush and go, sheesh.” the thought came, making me smile. Because it was true. I really hadn’t gotten over my crush.

I think that’s what kind of freaked me out so much about me and Steve if I’m being honest. Knowing that I hadn’t ever gotten over a crush I had on him when we were way too young to really know or understand anything.

“That’s really not a big deal. I mean I am too. So is Barb. Or she was, the last time either of us mentioned anything.” Nancy smiled at me. “It just means we’re selective. Stronger. I don’t know, but I do know it’s not a bad thing at all.”

“Now if a certain short order cook at my nana’s diner were to take you out for a long moonlit drive…” I teased gently, just to watch Nancy blush. She shrugged, but she nodded at the same time. Shushing me as she giggled. “Yeah. But I mean, I am not about to act on that right now…”

“But you’ve thought about it.” I asked.

“And you haven’t?”

“Maaybe?” I answered, laughing a little. “I came close to just getting it over with last year but I came to my senses. I mean, I knew the guy wasn’t the guy if you get my drift. Besides, if he kissed like a Hoover vacuum, I really wasn’t keen on finding out about… Other things. Especially not when I bought myself a buddy.”

Nancy’s brow quirked. I held my fingers to my lips and tiptoed over to my top drawer, pulling it open. Showing her the vibrator I’d gotten myself last year. I mean, she's my friend, I know she's not going to go tell everybody. I'm also not the least bit ashamed of literally anything about myself. Private matters included.

“So you’re not really a virgin?” she asked. I shrugged. “I am as far as doing it with a guy. As far as other things? Nah. So yes and no.”

“I bet your mom flipped out.” Nancy raised her hand, covering her mouth.

“Actually, she took me to buy it. Something about she was too damn young to have me coming home knocked up with not one clue what guy was the lucky donor.”

“Ugh, my mom cringes if I even hint at anything involving a guy. And don’t even get me started about the ongoing battle with my dad about my makeup.”

“Oh, Hank is an actual child when I’m putting on makeup and getting ready to go out. He’ll insist that I wait in the living room and make the guy walk up to the front door. So he can see them.” I smiled to myself. “At least he cares. If it weren’t for him or my Nana, not sure how my life would be and I mean that.”

“Yeah, your mom was something else.”

“Remember that time she came to pick me up in that stupid jumper and the gogo boots? With a flask? On the back of some guy’s motorcycle? Just to walk me home? Then she told our teacher “It’s vodka.”” I cringed at the memory, sighing quietly.

“I hate that it took us so long to even get a little close like we were before the accident.” I muttered after a few seconds and Nancy nodded solemnly.

She happened to see the time on my alarm clock on the nightstand and she swore, hurrying into my bathroom to change clothes. “Crap! Jonathan said he’d be here at 7.”

“Nancy, it’s only 6:30.” I laughed at her rushing around trying to find her shoe as she stepped out of my bathroom and into my room. I spotted her shoe and tossed it to her.

“ Deep breaths. It’s just two people going to a carnival together, woman. Pull yourself together.” I teased gently, placing my hands on her upper arms. She nodded, taking several long and deep breaths. I don’t think they really helped, but.. I tried.

Feel Like Makin Love came on the radio and the both of us devolved into a fit of loud laughter that ended in us collapsed on my daybed.

My nana called up the stairs. “Girls, I think one of your fellas is outside.”

Nancy shot up in the bed, flinging herself off of it, and racing to my window. Jonathan was parked behind my grandma’s Chevelle, pacing beside his Mustang. Almost as if he was psyching himself up too.

I laughed softly, catching Nancy’s gaze. “Aww, he’s as nervous as you are right now.” I peeked out the window again just as he reached into his car, pulling out flowers that he had to have picked himself. When I caught him looking up at the window I stood in, I closed the curtain quickly and giggled.

“Guess who picked you flowers?” I said in a playful tone as I looked at her.

“Oh my god. No shit? He… That means this is a date and I am.. Severely under dressed.” Nancy was starting to worry. Pacing a hole through my carpet.

I shook my head, placing my hands on her upper arms again. Making her look at me. “It’s going to be okay. Relax. You look hot. Now go down there. Don’t make that poor guy suffer the Inquisition, because you know that’s what Hank’s going to put him through.” I held my bedroom door open, giving her a gentle but firm nudge when she froze in the doorway. Throwing the door shut behind her so she couldn’t chicken out and come back into my room.

After a few seconds of jamming out to Madonna, I peeked out of my door to make sure she wasn’t upstairs still, pacing the landing. She wasn’t, so I smiled to myself and shut the door again.

Flopping across my bed and grabbing for the issue of Seventeen that Nancy brought over for all of us to look through when we got back after the carnival tonight.

And almost ten minutes later, my nana was calling up the stairs for me to come down. I sprang off my daybed, pulling on my new red boots. Giving myself one last look in the mirror. Smoothing my hands over the red sundress I’d chosen to wear with the denim jacket my mom wore all the time.

“I’ll be right down.” I called out. Taking a few seconds to calm myself down, because surprisingly enough, I found myself almost as jittery as Nancy had been when Jonathan came to collect her earlier.

I made my way down the stairs just in time. Able to avert a potential crisis in the making as Hank eyed Steve. “What are you doing here, hair?”

“I’m here to pick up Jennie, sir.”

Hank eyed him and then he eyed me. “You hit your head or somethin, Jaybird?”

I bit my lip. Trying not to burst out laughing as I shook my head, I answered, “No, I didn’t. He’s taking me to the carnival tonight if that’s okay? Nana already said I could go…”

Hank eyed Steve warily. Tattooed forearms folded over his chest. Trying to look as threatening as possible. “Remember, hair… You hurt her, there’s nowhere safe for you.”

“Hank, let those two get goin! Get in here and help me eat these brownies.”

Thank God for my nana.

Steve and I hurried outside and he opened the passenger door to his BMW, letting me get in. I sank down into the seat, cringing a little, groaning because I was a little embarrassed. I knew Hank was only doing it with good intent, but still, it was just a little embarrassing sometimes.

Steve burst out laughing when he got into the car. “So that was intense, huh?”

“Just a little. I’m sorry. You know how he is.”

Steve leaned across the console, pulling me in for a kiss. Muttering softly as it broke, “I don’t blame him. I mean earlier today, Tommy just looked at you the wrong way and I wanted to punch him.”

“Yeah, no. Tommy Hagan is not my type. And he never will be.” I shook my head, pretending to be offended that Steve even put both of us in the same sentence. Steve chuckled, winking at me as he started the car and started to back out of the driveway.

“Just out of curiosity, who is your type, Jennie?”

“Ask me again at the end of the night.” I teased, glancing at him as I shrugged.

He laughed and reached out, turning the dial on the radio. We found a station to listen to and Steve reached out for my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. Raising my hand to brush his lips against my knuckles.

I squirmed in my seat a little, muttering quietly to myself as he did it. Making him chuckle again as we pulled into a parking space near Tommy’s car. I scowled as soon as I set sights on Carol and she pretended to gag when she saw me sitting in Steve’s passenger seat.

Steve grumbled and shook his head, complaining about Tommy and Carol being pains in the ass as he got out of the car. Pointedly pretending he didn’t see Tommy standing nearby or hear him call his name. Making his way around the car to open my door.

“Just ignore them. Maybe if we ignore them, princess, they’ll disappear.”

“One could only hope.” I answered, giving his hand a squeeze as I gazed up at him and smiled.

We walked right past them, but naturally, Tommy caught up to us. Staring a little too long and too hard at me. I rolled my eyes. And I found myself scrunching into Steve’s side.

“Tommy, hey man. We were just gonna go to the midway.”

“Didn’t you hear me trying to call you, Harrington?” Tommy finally tore his gaze off me to glance at Steve.

Carol was glaring daggers at me, I could feel it. I didn’t have to look over at her.

“Tommy, can we like.. Go now? I don’t want to stick around the tramp too long.”

I leaned in, hissing at her a little. Laughing when she shrank away and cringed before making a hasty retreat, practically having to drag Tommy with her when she went.

I called out casually, “It was nice to see you again too, Carol!” and turned to face Steve, finding him nearly doubled over, clutching his sides as he laughed.

“I was about to handle them for you...” he muttered as his laughter died away and he stepped closer to me, a hand lingering at my hip. I scoffed. “Them? Oh trust me. I can handle those two half-wits.”

“And I see that, Jennie. But as your date..” Steve spoke up, chuckling as he smiled at me. I swallowed hard because I wasn’t stupid. I heard him hesitate. I heard him almost refer to himself as my boyfriend. And god help me, despite my best efforts, I couldn’t stop the warm feeling that took over. Or the way my heart lazily skipped a beat or two.

I gave a soft giggle, reaching for his hand. Lacing my fingers between his as I bounced around on my feet, nodding towards the Zipper and giving him a pleading look. He eyed the ride warily but finally shrugged. “Okay, alright. But I’m telling you, it’s gonna scare you.”

“That’s why you’re here though, right?” I cozied up to him when we stopped walking for a minute.

If I sounded any flirtier… The thought came and I tried to just enjoy the moment and not get too wrapped up in my own worries and fears about letting him too close.

I needed to relax. Stop overthinking everything and just live. My mom was always telling me that before I lost her.

Steve slipped an arm around me, pulling me into his side. “You hungry or anything?”

“I’m fine right now.” I answered, gazing up at him. Raising up to brush my lips against his cheek. Making him laugh quietly. Smile at me and pull me closer as he whispered against my ear, “What was that for, hm?”

“Because I’m glad I said yes and came out with you tonight.” I shrugged as I responded. We wound up in line for the Zipper behind Nancy and Jonathan and giggling, I held a finger to my lips as I glanced over at Steve before reaching out to cover Nancy’s eyes.

She squeaked and Jonathan covered his mouth to keep from laughing about it, shaking his head at me. Mouthing a thank you when Nancy wasn’t looking. I shrugged at him and turned my attention to Nancy.

“You realize that ride is up in the air.”

“I’ll be fine.” Nancy swallowed hard.

I nodded. “Yeah, I think you’re in good hands.”

“Hey, you guys get on with us.”

“I think I’m gonna hurl. Are you sure you wanna get on that thing, Jennie?” Steve spoke up, pressing against me from behind. I glanced up over my shoulder at him and raised a brow. “Are you scared? It’s just a ride. It’ll be fine.”

Nancy eyed Steve and I, giggling as she shook her head. The line moved forward and almost as soon as Nancy and I spotted Barb, we started to yell for her. She came jogging over with a giant of a blond guy in tow.

“Logan, you know Nancy. This is my best friend Jennie. She just moved back from Louisiana. Jennie, this is Logan.” Barb was grinning from ear to ear, all doe eyed and soft giggly voice. I smiled because seeing her so happy made me happy for her. I looked up at Logan, sizing him up. “Hurt my friend, I break your knees. That’s all I’m saying.”

He chuckled, slipping his arms around Barb, leaning down to rest his chin on her shoulder. “I don’t think you have to worry about that, Jennie.”

“Hey, if you get in between Jennie and I, we can get on the ride at the same time.” Nancy spoke up.

Jonathan and Steve nodded. Steve spoke up, addressing Logan. “Didn’t you play basketball for Varsity last year? You were the senior starter, right?”

I locked eyes with Barb, wiggling my brow as I leaned in and whispered, “Ooh la la.. An older guy, huh?”

Barb blushed, teasing right back, “Mhm. Wanna explain why your lipstick is smeared and there’s just the slightest hint of red on Steve Harrington’s mouth while we’re on this topic?”

I stuck my tongue out at her, snuggling against Steve, laughing. It was our turn to get on the ride and we got into a bucket, strapping ourselves in after we’d emptied out our pockets. Steve took a deep breath. “This might not be so bad.” but then the ride took off, flipping over and he screeched “I was wrong, holy fuck I was wrong.” I grabbed hold of his hand and muttered against his ear, “Deep breaths, Steve. It’s okay. It’s just a ride. You have a harness.”

“Woman, this thing is flipping and rolling!” Steve teased, managing to plant a kiss on my forehead as he met my gaze, laughing. Leaning in to whisper against my ear, “You’re the one death gripping my hand though? Are you maybe a little afraid now that you looked down and saw how high up in the air we are?”

“Oh hush.” I pouted, burying my face in his shoulder, screaming and stomping my feet against the cage while squeezing his hand even more. “I thought it’d be okay. Mistakes were made.”

He laughed and let out several shaky breaths as the ride began to descend, finally coming to a full stop at the bottom.

We stumbled off, finding Barb and Logan and Jonathan, holding Nancy’s hair out of the way as she threw up in a garbage bin while rubbing her back.

Steve spoke up, nodding in the direction of the fun house. Grabbing hold of my hand and starting to pull me towards it, laughing. “C’mon guys!”

Barb and Logan shared a look, shrugging. Jogging to catch up. And Nancy and Jonathan finally caught up, falling in line behind us. Cozied up to each other.

I cozied up to Steve and he leaned his chin on my shoulder. “Having fun, Jennie?”

“I am.” I answered quietly, glancing back at him and flashing a soft smile.

XXX

Steve rubbed his hands together and stepped up, taking the sledgehammer. Swinging it as if it weighed nothing, even though the damn thing was so heavy he honestly thought he pulled his shoulder out of place as the sledgehammer made contact with the base of the Strongman attraction and the needle went soaring upward. The lights lit up and Steve leaned the sledgehammer against the side of the machine, pretending to curl his biceps as he turned to Jennie, laughing. Stealing the cotton candy flavored shaved ice she was sipping and taking a sip for himself as he nodded to the wall of prizes. “So, what’ll it be, huh?” he gazed at the wall of prizes too. His eyes settling on the gigantic pink unicorn and fixing on her.

“The pink unicorn.” they said it at the exact same time, bursting into laughter. The barker turned and grabbed the stuffed animal and Steve took it, holding it out to Jennie. “For you, princess.” he teased as she took it, hugging it against her. Then hugging herself against him and asking in a soft laugh, “That didn’t hurt you, did it?”

“Not even a little, babe.”

And he wasn’t stupid, either. He saw the way her pupils blacked out the rest of her eye for just the ghost of a few seconds after he called her babe. Slipping an arm around her, he pressed his mouth against her forehead and muttered quietly, “Where to next?”

Her eyes settled on a bright yellow tent. The sign outside of it proclaimed “Free readings.” and she gave him those big pleading eyes. Eyes that may or may not have gotten him in right over his head on more than one occasion when they were both kids. Eyes he couldn’t turn down.

“It’s going to be fake as hell, but okay. Alright. If you wanna go over there, we will. At least the lines not as long as the one for the Ferris Wheel is.”

“And it’s close to the field, so when the fireworks and the music start, we can go over... “ Jennie smiled, slipping her hand into his. He gave her hand a squeeze after lacing their fingers together.

“Maybe they’ll tell me I’m going to be a billionaire.” Steve teased, making her shrug. “I just wanna see if there’s any truth to whatever they tell me at all…” she trailed off and Steve eyed her, asking quietly, “And? What else?”

“I don’t know… Maybe I was hoping they’d have a message for me from my mom..” Jennie bit her lip, going quiet. Laughing at herself softly. “It’s dumb. I know it won’t be real.”

“Hey. C’mere.” Steve pulled her into a hug, squeezing her a little. As the hug broke, he nodded towards the tent, smirking. “C’mon. Let’s go see what they have to say about our future, huh?”

“Yeah. Let’s.” Jennie smiled up at him, practically dragging him towards the tent. Given that there wasn’t an actual line, they stepped into the tent. Without even looking up, the woman on the other side of the round table announced calmly, “I’ve been waiting on you two.”

Steve and Jennie shared a look, both of them raising their brows.

Jennie dug around in the pocket of her denim jacket, prepared to pay the fortune teller for the reading, but the woman shook her head, nodding towards the chairs in front of them. They sat down.

For a minute or two, it was quiet. For Steve, it was a little too quiet and he chuckled. This seemed to get the fortune teller looking up at them both from the cards spread out in front of her.

She put the cards away quickly after shaking her head and mumbling about something she’d interpreted to be worrying. “Sorry about that, I was doing a reading for a young woman who came by earlier. One of your friends, I do believe.” the fortune teller addressed Jennie.

“One of my friends?” Jennie questioned. The fortune teller nodded. And then she got down to business.

“You two always wind up together, don’t you? In every new life. You always manage to find one another.”

Steve’s brow quirked.

Jennie spoke up, laughing softly. “He’s not a believer. What’s it mean… If we’re always in each other’s lives?”

The fortune teller gave a soft laugh. Glancing at Steve for a few seconds, nodding. “I picked up on that when you two were walking over. That’s not all I picked up on…” she teased, letting her words die away.

Jennie took a deep breath. Giving Steve’s hand a squeeze beneath the table. Steve squeezed her hand back and repeated the question that Jennie had just asked. What the woman meant when she told them that they always wound up together, in every life.

“It’s not a bad thing. Well, not in the case of both of you.” the fortune teller explained, smiling at them both. “You’ve had a few not so good ones, but usually, your story has a happy ending.”

Steve let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. And then he immediately reminded himself that this was all just baloney to begin with. A way for the woman to make money.

“Over the next few years… Things around you are going to get downright peculiar.” and after saying this, she gazed at Jennie. “A woman is coming through for you, dear. She has the same hair as you. Wilder and curlier. I think she’s..” but before she could finish, Jennie spoke up, “My mom? Is her name Bonnie?”

The woman closed her eyes, focusing.

Then she nodded. “Tell Jen to stop fighting the natural order of things so hard.”

Steve eyed the woman warily. Giving Jennie’s hand a squeeze. Jennie squeezed his hand back and she seemed to relax even more.

The woman continued, glancing at Steve this time, “A lot of growth and change ahead for you. You are on the right path. Stay on it. No matter what strange things it might bring your way. Always go with your first gut instinct. On everything.”

Steve nodded, chuckling to himself. It was a pretty standard reading. Anyone could’ve given it.

But what the fortune teller told them both about always winding up together in every single version of life they’d lived thus far, that was sticking with him.

No matter how much he tried to tell himself this was pointless and she was doing this as a gimmick to make some cash on the side.

“As far as the immediate future. Stick together. Stick close to your friends, because there are some things up ahead and you’re going to need each other.”

The fortune teller dismissed them and as soon as they were out of the tent, Steve cleared his throat. “That was, uh.. Something.”

“It was.” Jennie was gazing up at him thoughtfully. Almost like she had something on her mind. Just as she was about to say whatever it was, Tommy spoke up from the funnel cake stand across the way.

“Hey man! C’mon. Sit with us.” Tommy called out.

Carol was quick to add, “ Kind of feels like we’re being ditched, Harrington.”

Steve grumbled in frustration and glanced down at Jennie. “It’s up to you.”

“If you want to go over, we can. But I make no promises that Carol won’t be wearing my shaved ice before it’s all said and done.”

“And that goes double for Tommy.” Steve muttered, chuckling quietly. Mulling it over.

“Ah, let’s just ignore ‘em. I don’t feel like dealing with his crap.” he spoke up a second or two later.

“Thank God.” Jennie laughed softly. Steve laughed too, shrugging. Practically dragging her as fast as humanly possible right past the table Carol and Tommy were saving for them to sit at and grab a quick bite.

“I know he’s not ditching us.” Carol mused out loud, annoyed. Tommy chuckled, teasing when he called out, “It’s okay man.. I know you’re whipped right now. I’d be whipped too.”

“Seriously? I’m sitting right here. Right beside you, Tommy.”

“I know, babe. I was just sayin, it’s nice Harrington found someone willing to put up with him.”

Carol’s eyes followed the two and she rolled her eyes, grimacing as she mumbled mostly to herself, “He could’ve done so much better than… her.”

Tommy turned to look at her. “Do you have to be such a bitch?”

“Do you have to be such a manwhore?” Carol asked in response, pouting when he mimicked her instead of apologizing.

XXX

The fireworks were starting. Steve and I hurried over. Tommy and Carol were calling his name, but we spotted Nancy, Barb, Jonathan and Logan around the same time. Steve nodded towards my friends and squeezed my hands. “I really don’t feel like hearing Carol’s mouth tonight.”

“And I really don’t feel like catching Tommy attempting to fuck me with his eyes every few seconds, ew.” I responded, asking a second later, “You’re sure you’re okay with sitting with Barb and Nancy, right?”

“Yeah! It’s actually been a lot more fun tonight?” Steve dragged his fingers through his hair as he gazed down at me. I smiled, nodding because I agreed.

Tommy and Carol were still yelling his name. Steve picked me up over his shoulder, making me laugh and a few seconds later, we were settled in between Barb and Nancy, right as the first big burst of color lit the night sky. Steve moved to sit behind me, letting me sit between his legs and lean back on him as he wrapped his arms around me.

All in all, I have to say… Maybe that fortune teller was making everything up. But maybe there was some logic to her words too. Because if I hadn’t just gotten tired of fighting off the pull I felt to Steve all summer long, I never would have agreed to come out on a date with him tonight.

And that would’ve been a serious bummer.

[iacon-stargazer]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE: MUN & MUSE

fill out & repost ♥ this meme definitely favors canons more, but i hope oc’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. multimuses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

tagged by: stolen from @oneshallfall like.... months ago. im a slow gremlin hjksd. it's been in my drafts and i finally decided to finish the last few sections while working on clearing them out

tagging: steal it

MY MUSE IS.   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless

is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO.

is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  Well.../ NO / IDK. (i know optimus is but i don’t really... know about orion? i have seen a handful of fanartists who turn him into a very sexualized moe baby but i’m not sure about the fandom at large)

is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

are they underrated?  YES / NO. (lmao there’s like no fan content with him unless it’s with megatronus) 

were they relevant to the main story?  YES / NO.

were they relevant to the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO. (not yet.... lol)

how’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?

This... this is a trick question in this goddamn mess of a continuity. That said, I try my absolute best to make my portrayal coherent with the TFP show... even if said show contradicts itself at times. I take inspiration from the earlier parts (the thirteen primes section) of the Covenant of Primus for his origin backstory, but ignore the rest of the Covenant since it makes absolutely no sense with his characterization in... literally anything else. I’ve peeked at Exodus and it utterly sucks, but I’ve picked up bits and pieces of concepts that originated there just from spending time in the fandom. Aside from that... I spend a ton of time thinking about how to weave everything together in a way that both makes sense and makes for a character development arc.

SELL YOUR MUSE! (aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.)

Orion is genuinely kind, thoughtful, and introspective, very loving of the world around him.

He’s also a more complex character than is initially obvious - despite mostly being good sweet pure baby nerd he’s still flawed, with many of those flaws being his strengths put into the wrong situation. His strong morals can lead to dogmatism, and he’s only slightly less likely to deliver lectures than Optimus. His determination to be kind and help everyone can come off as unintentionally patronizing at times; he has a very “well-intentioned semi-privileged middle class” perspective that he’s not always self-aware of. However, he’s also willing to look at himself critically and learn/adapt. 

Essentially, he has many of the same traits as Optimus... just more or less apparent and/or developed. He's less confident than he eventually becomes through his future experience with leadership, wanting to change the world for the better but sometimes struggling to ground his plans in reality—something that continues to apply, but with reduced intensity and frequency over time. Idealistic cinnamon roll will eventually develop some realism, though never really quite enough. His selflessness remains a strength for now, but we know that eventually it will dip into martyristic tendencies.

NOW THE OPPOSITE! (list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?)

He could be potentially ‘boring’ in some senses. he’s the polite, considerate ‘next door’ type, who has for most of his life has just lived as a very average middle caste nobody. He’s more laid-back than he eventually becomes as optimus, but where others might get into trouble and shenanigans he’s most likely to just express concern. And since I try to keep him at least mostly ic, even with non-serious posts, this can derail ‘fun’ stuff and I fear dissuade some interaction.

While I try my best to give him realistic flaws that work with his character, he could still be seen as a little too good. very kind, understanding, forgiving, patient, considerate... almost endlessly so. A lot of my “he’s so good and pure” interpretation comes from using his having been the thirteenth prime as backstory, where he was pretty much the epitome of that, but some might not like the “he was a literal deity in a past life” idea for its “super special chosen one protagonist” elements.

His responsiveness to his environment can also be a downside. He’s not the type to start things; he just reacts and responds, standing his ground and finding himself when things get crazy around him. without megatronus, he may have eventually attempted political campaigning, but it wouldn’t have gotten very far. He needs to have more intense characters or events around him for major plots to really go places. Without those nothing would ever happen besides slice of life fluff, because he’s content with that kind of life.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?  

Honestly I just wanted to write op/ratch fhsjkdjsdh. But I also wanted to be able to interact with a variety of muses and so I chose Orion over Optimus because he’s not so emotionally closed off, which I figured would give more flexibility beyond the handful of characters op would reasonably have close personal and/or plot-important relationships with. Also, I can relate to him on a thought-process level which lets me get into his head easily, which additionally made him an appealing choice for my first real rp muse.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING?  

I just love him so much, especially with the layers of his character I've built up around him. I don't always have inspiration to write or rp, but I think about him a lot. When I do find motivation to write, it's generally out of wanting to continue to work on developing him and just having a chance to express his characterization.

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO.

do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO.

do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO.  (i should do it more...)

do you think a lot about your muse during the day? YES / NO.

are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO. (at least most days fhsdhfskj)

are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. (it waxes and wanes. I know I'm a good writer but I could still be better...)

are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO.

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?

I’ll be honest; I’ve never gotten criticism. I haven’t been here very long in comparison to some and I’ve never been that popular, so I figure I’m pretty easy to just ignore. I guess how I would feel about it would depend on what it was and how it was delivered, though I like to think I would be reasonable regardless

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?  

yes? yes absolutely?

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?  

I would be curious to hear their reasoning, but I think enough about how everything fits together that chances are I would agree to disagree

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT?

Depends on if their disagreement makes sense. Maybe I’ll give back my own reasoning for why I characterize the way I do. Maybe I’ll just agree to disagree, if their view is just totally different from mine. If they have valid points I’ll probably overthink it and spiral into self doubt. In all cases I’ll spill my thoughts to friends on discord.

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?

......Orion in general or? ... fhsjkdhf...... Well if it was mine specifically that might hurt lol. But at the same time.... I doubt i’d agree with their takes either so... fair enough.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS?  

Sure. I’m good at grammar so if something glaring is there it’s probably a typo I missed and I’ll be grateful for the chance to edit it out before more people see it lol

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?  

Yeah. I’m pretty quiet most of the time because I just don’t have energy to talk to a lot of people, and I never want to get caught in drama. I honestly wouldn’t know what to do in a situation like that. I tend to avoid conflict, I’m quick to apologize, and polite with anyone I don’t know very well.

[roleplcyheaux]

Holiday season is coming up and as such I would personally love to pick your brain about what you think some good group events would be that aren't just centered around Christmas.

idk how long this has been in my ask box but so apologies if you’ve been waiting long for a response! i’m very !!!!! over the idea of someone thinking ahead and trying to do something besides a christmas event for their group during the holidays! that's so thoughtful of you and i’m sure it’ll be a breathe of fresh air to your members you don’t celebrate christmas. 

DO GOOD, FEEL GOOD: everyone loves to say the holidays are about giving back, so a do good, feel good party / event would be a really good substitute to a traditional christmas event. pick a cause that would make sense for your group’s location and then center an event around the cause! in one group i adminned we had a party event but the only catch was characters could only get in if they brought canned food and other non-perishables! you can even spice it up by adding a prize! like, for example, the muse who brings the most being given a good samaritan prize IC or something! at the end of the party all the food collected was given to a local homeless shelter! if you have a group set in a small town i think this would be a cute event to get all the muses doing something good for their community! 

HANUKKAH: it’s 2020, if you can have a christmas event for your group, you can have an hanukkah event! like, i’ve been in multiple groups were characters who weren’t christian or who weren’t religious at all still found ways to attend and enjoy the christmas festivities, it’s about time the rpc learned how to make their muses attend and enjoy non-christmas festivities too! this one doesn’t need much explaining, i don’t think? just....do what you would have done for a christmas event but make it centered around hanukkah instead? friendly reminder that hanukkah 2020 is december 10th through 18th. also if you really can’t think of any way to have a group event centered around hanukkah i’ll direct you to this page from 2019 with like 34 different hanukkah that were being held in seattle that should help give you some inspiration!  

WINTER WONDERLAND: i don’t know who needs to hear this but christmas doesn’t have ownership of snow or winter. like, groups can have winter related events without it having anything to do with christmas? if your location has snow you can do a winter festival or something with like hot chocolate booths and snowman building contests and booths with different winter holidays ( yes including christmas but not just christmas ) and just, it could be super cute and fun?!?! also I mean who doesn’t love a good snow storm plot right? if you DON’T have a location where snow makes geographical sense you can still do something where like maybe once a year a location in town gets a winter wonderland make over with fake snow and the works? 

POTLUCK GALORE: hey, irl we are in covid times so this isn’t a possibility but it’s one of my favorite events to go to irl because i love me a homecooked meal. like yum! a town potluck could be really cute where like people get to bring dishes and food from their different cultures and share them with each other? you could make it competitive maybe? where it’s like a cook off or bake off or something? and some muses enter the competition ( people who decide to have their character enter can make a post about what their character cooked and why? ) and then all the other muses could just be attending and get to like vote for who made the best dish?!?!

pkay, this is all i have for now tbh. but mutuals please feel free to add your ideas below! and if this person needs me to elaborate on anything please just message me?!?! also i’m gonna put this in the rpt tags in case anyone else out there is trying to come up with more inclusive holiday event ideas!

[queenxxxsupreme]

Hi! How are you? I'm a little new to your blog (which I love) so I'm not sure if this will peak your interest (which is fine). I was gonna request a yennefer where she goes to the reader after the battle and the reader takes care of her. Maybe they talk about what's happened since the last time they saw each other. Maybe some cuddles and just some fluff. Idk if this works; but you're amazing and you'll do great in everything you write! ❤😁❤

A/N: welcome to my blog babe!!! I’m so glad you love the chaotic shit I post and the mostly trashy fics😂💕 I hope this was what you had in mind!!

You hummed softly to yourself as you moved about your cottage. You had spent all day out and about, replenishing your stock of herbs and other things needed for whatever potions you may need to concoct for the people in the village you served.

You turned away from the table in the kitchen and began to make your way towards the fire keeping your home warm.

There was a sudden shift in the air and a pressure on your chest. Accompanying the feeling was the sound of a chair at the kitchen table falling over.

You turned around to see Yennefer on her knees hunched over with her hands holding her body up from the floor.

The sight of her made your heart race and you almost smiled. But she was bleeding and she could barely keep her eyes open. Her violet orbs were focused on the wooden floor in front of her.

You approached her quickly, kneeling down in front of her. She didn’t lift her eyes. It was like she was spaced out. You reached out to touch her hand but something about that didn’t sit right with her. She grabbed your wrist, eyes widening as she finally looked at you. She was scared and wounded.

“It’s just me, love.” You murmured gently. Her grip on your wrist loosened then her fingers slid up to clasp yours. “What happened, Yennefer?”

She slowly shook her head, eyes fluttering shut. You let her hand go and reached up to cup her cheek. Her hand fell to her lap.

“Can you stand?” You asked her. She weakly nodded her head. You weren’t sure if she was telling the truth. “Let me help.” You offered, putting yourself next to her and pulling her arm across your shoulders.

She cried out in pain as she tried to stand and you helped her the rest of the way to her feet.

“I’m sorry, love.” It hurt to hear her in such pain. “We just need to get you into the bedroom.”

“I’ll…. I’ll make your bed dirty.” She croaked.

“It can be cleaned.” You assured her.

Once you got her into the bed, you waved your hand dismissively towards the candles sitting on the stand beside the bed. Flames grew from nothing and gave the room little lighting.

“You think you can take the dress off?” You asked her.

She sat up, wincing and holding her stomach. There was blood coming from a wound there. You helped her unzip her dress and then push it off of her shoulders. You tossed the dress aside and went to the wardrobe to get a tunic for her to wear.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” You passed her the article of clothing.

She said nothing so you took that as a no. You left the room for a moment to gather things needed to help clean her wounds and heal them. When you returned, she was laying back on the bed with her eyes closed.

You placed the items down on the table by the bed and then sat down on the edge of the bed.

“We stopped Nilfgaard from taking Sodden.”

“We?” You repeated, furrowing your brows together. “Who’s we?”

“A handful of mages from the north.”

“A group of mages taking on Nilfgaard?” You raised your brows. “I didn’t know you’d parktake in anything so stupid, Yennefer.”

She fell silent once more.

You held your hand out for her. Mulberry eyes flickered down to look at your hand, hesitating before placing her hand in yours. Your gaze flickered down to inspect her hand. Her fingertips were burnt.

“What did you do to yourself, love?”

“I did what I had to do.”

“And you nearly killed yourself in the process.” You picked up her other hand and placed them between both of yours. You closed your eyes and murmured a spell under your breath that would immediately heal her hands. Content with her now fixed hands, you let her hands go and picked up a cloth from the stand by the bed. You dipped the cloth into a basin of water and wrung it out.

“What have you been up to since I last saw you?”

You leaned forward to get better access to her face, gently cleaning her skin of blood.

“A little this and that.” You smiled. “Most exciting thing I’ve had come through was a young traveling couple. The man, he was a werewolf. They traveled because anywhere they went, he’d kill people in his werewolf state. Had the pleasure of reversing the curse. They left here happy and excited to be able to settle down somewhere.”

Yennefer watched you closely as you focused on wiping the blood away at the corner of her eye.

“When you’re finished with that, can you…. can you just lay with me?”

“I need to make sure you’re okay before I do that because once I lay beside you….” You trailed off, a soft blush taking to your cheeks as you looked down. Memories of all the times you’d spent with her in your bed made you blush.

Yennefer smiled at the sight of pink tinting your cheeks.

You dipped the red stained cloth into the basin of water, your eyes focusing on it instead of her.

“Are you…. Are you going to tell me why you left all those months ago?” You asked her quietly.

She turned her head away from you.

“I deserve an answer, love.”

“You deserve a lot.” She whispered.

You let the cloth rest in the basin and wiped your damp hand off on your skirt. She turned her head back to you and sighed gently.

“I dreamt of him.” Her words were barely a murmur but you heard them loud and clear. Your chest tightened and you took a soft breath. “I dreamt of him while I was laying next to you. And I-I couldn’t stand the thought of you finding out. I knew I’d tell you. Keeping anything from you is difficult. But I…. I didn’t want to see your reaction.”

“So you left me asleep with a note on your pillow.” You nodded your head, trying to talk yourself out of being frustrated and upset with her. Now wasn’t the time. She was injured and she needed you to be strong for her. “Did you go to see him?”

Her busted lips parted and her brows drew together. She was hurt by your words.

“Of course I didn’t. I can’t believe you’d think that, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry.” You apologized quietly, picking the cloth back up. “I just…. I missed you and knowing that you left because you didn’t want to see my reaction to the dream…. It just irritates me a little.”

“I knew it would. That’s why I left.”

“No, it doesn’t irritate me that you had the dream, Yennefer. It irritates me that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me about the dream.” You finally met her gaze.

“I did trust you, Y/N. I just didn’t want you to get upset. I didn’t want to see the heartbroken look in your eyes when you heard me tell you about the dream I had of the damned witcher, the man I’m tied to for the rest of my life.”

You started to wipe away the blood on her cheek.

“Yes, it upsets me. But you love me and I know you’d never do anything to hurt me. But you left me for eight months. And I-I thought I did something to scare you off. You have no idea how many times I replayed our last night together in my head, trying to see if there was something I could have done wrong….” You trailed off, shaking your head.

“You did nothing wrong.” She brought her hand up to cup your cheek, the soft pad of her thumb brushing across the corner of your lips. “I left because I was a coward.”

“Yennefer of Vengerberg calling herself a coward.” You mused, smiling just softly. “You are far from a coward, my love.” You turned your head to kiss the pad of her thumb.

After she was cleaned up and tended to enough that you were comfortable with falling asleep, you climbed into the bed next to her. She moved towards you, her body aching and hurting with every movement. She placed her head on your chest and from there, she allowed you to wrap one of your arms around her.

“How long are you planning on staying?” You asked her, tilting your head down so you could kiss her head. Her sweet scent of lilac comforted you.

“As long as you’ll have me.” She answered, yawning.

“Forever, then.” You assured her, giggling. She laughed quietly, her eyes fluttering shut.

Taglist: @whitewolfandthefox @elsassnowflake @wayward-dream

[wednesdayxdavenport]

wow look at me, following in Laurie's steps! okay this is me officially leaving, I can't lie and say it hasn't be a bit uncomfy being here after all that has unfolded.. i don't like feeling like i'm standing back and watching everything happen without speaking out- it doesn't feel or sit right with me. so I made a difficult decision to leave, this group has been fun.. of course most groups aren't free from problems, it's impossible to be the perfect rp, it just never happens.. I do agree that there was obviously bubble rping and preplotting even though this rp preached none of it- and it lacked in diversity.. i deeply apologize to anyone if I ever accidentally didn't reply to a POC character's reply?? I do suck at replying legit i'm always on and off hiatuses - and ik I missed some replies and I promise it's never anything personal. though i can relate when I took milena ( diane guerrero) i never had anything going for her besides lainey, though when it comes to wednesday ( sydney sweeney ) shes fucking popping?? there's obviously a preference, and/?? in a group that isn't okay, you can't be selective of who you rp with in a group?? we all have our favorite fcs , which is alright - but remember each mun works hard to bring their character to life.. and you shouldn't just ignore that muse for a preference..?? it's not cool. ( obviously ).. anyways, this rp while with potential- could use approvement.. I think a fresh start is needed and it'd be best to close and reopen once they look over what they need to work on - and work on it. nothing gets done when people feel silenced- not with a random unfollow ya feel? idk, the main reason it's been hard to leave is because of all the great people I write with- which is why I decided to make an indie which anyone can follow me on and write with me on, since i don't wanna lose connections- I don't wanna lose the friendships built... so pls follow me @ jstdesserts , I sadly don't have a personal tumblr but I do have discord if you ever wanna play among us with me or just chat? it's risa#4128.. also if you wanna write with sam ( who wrote for calliope, williow// who got out of the blue unfollowed- instead of trying to talk the issue out with her first and resolve it?? )) she also has an indie and would love to write with all of yall as well : it's @ hangovcrhalo .. alright while I got more to say- I think it's best to leave it at this... since there's already been so much happening, and yeah.. it's been fun, but pls dont' be afraid to reach out @ that indie or @ my discord, whichever! i'm here for anyone always, or whenever im awake.. my sleep schedule is p whack.. and as laurie said put on a barbie movie and take care of yourself! remember this is just a roleplay- real life and you obviously come first, get an icecream cone- look at tiktoks, or watch cute puppy and kitten vids.. just take care of you! thank you for all the great times and i hope to write with you all again soon! - Marisa 

[procrastinatingsapphictrash]

Friday Nights (1)

Full series: 2 3 4 5 6 (more coming soon), 

Word count: 1491     

Genre: Honestly idk, maybe a little angst but mostly fluff? 

Pairing: Jake x Amy (with platonic others in the squad)

Warnings: Minor swearing (let me know if I need to add more)

Summary: After Amy’s breakup with her boyfriend, Jake and Amy establish a weekly binge watching night and both avoid their feelings for each other.

A/N: So I had this posted on my wattpad account as well as some of the other chapters but I wanted to move it here as well because I’m more active here. I wrote this over six months ago now near the beginning of quarantine and although it doesn’t seem that long ago I feel like I’ve gotten better as a writer since then. Also I’m not done this series yet but because I already had this posted elsewhere I will have some other chapters up and will hopefully finish this series within a few weeks. If you like this and want to continue reading go to chapter two which is up and you can find the whole series on my masterlist.

**Please note that the warnings, pairing and genre are for the whole series so it varies chapter to chapter.

Amy POV

It's pathetic really. It's seven o'clock on a Friday night and I am alone in my apartment after being dumped again. I got the text this morning after I had just got to the precinct. Luckily nobody else was around because I got there really early (as usual), but I still had to go through the rest of the day pretending that nothing was wrong. It was such a jerk move for him to break up with me over text but then again I always knew he was a coward. That's why I don't understand why I am so upset about this because I never liked Daniel and actually was planning to break up with him. Him dumping me should feel like more of a relief. Maybe it's the principle of the matter and being dumped reminded me that I don't have anyone significant in my life. I just feel like I am getting older and all my friends and brothers seem to have someone in their lives but I am just always alone. I want someone who I can share everything with and who doesn't find me boring like all my exes seem to. Just because I like binders and time tables doesn't mean that I can't be exciting - I am a detective after all.

 Still having an exciting job doesn't equid being an exciting person that much is obvious. Besides I'm not even a cool detective like Rosa or Jake and I so often avoid outside of work gatherings that I am often uninvited or just forgotten. Like today. Honestly I think that not being invited to the celebration at Shaw's is bothering me just as much as my break up because it cements the fact that I am boring in other people's eyes. Right now the rest of the squad is sure to be there eating, drinking, talking and generally just having a good time as I sit on my couch alone with nothing to eat. The hunger makes me wish I had been invited to Shaw's because I am such a horrible cook that I have nothing in my fridge that is an actual meal, it's just a bunch of vegetables. Although I would be less hungry at Shaw's my loneliness would stay the same. Everyone else in the squad is so close to each other that it makes me feel left out even when I have known them for years. Every time that I try to do something to make me look cool in their eyes it back fires and I end up saying something dumb. We are friends but they definitely don't care about me as much as I care about them. They probably didn't even notice that they forgot to invite me again.

With that a tear slips down my face and my eyes water threatening to overflow. I take a few deep breaths trying to calm myself down. I hate crying so much because it makes me feel so weak. Growing up with seven brothers meant that if I cried they would tease me about it and say I was too sensitive. Even now with nobody here to see me cry I feel like I need to stay stronger and hold it in. With my breath returning to normal and my eyes no longer watering I reach up and wipe the single tear off of my cheek. Crying won't help me feel better, it will just make it worse. What I need to do is figure out a plan to distract myself and that starts with getting food. Just as I stand up from my couch to leave I hear a knock on the door.

Jake POV

The sound of music and conversation greets my ears as I step into the fairly crowded bar. It's still early (not even seven yet) but that doesn't matter because Shaw's is almost always lively from the moment it opens until it closes. That's part of the reason I like it so much. I head for the large table in the back that we always use if the whole squad is going to get together. Everyone is there but Amy when I arrive and the squad greets me with a range of hellos. Gina is here even if she technically isn't a part of the squad and from her behavior I can tell she is by far the drunkest. I slide into the seat right beside her partly because she is my oldest friend and partly because I want to ask her something. 

"Hey Ginaaaa" I sing song in greeting.

"Sup" she slurs back while downing another shot. I smile at her antics glancing over at Rosa who is rolling her eyes at me. 

Remembering why I started talking to her I ask, "Do you know what time Amy said she'd be here at?" Gina froze looking at me with wide eyes and an apologetic expression on her face. 

I sigh. "You forgot to ask her didn't you?" She nods and drowns another shot. This is bad. I know that I definitely was talking about tonight while Amy was in the room and I'm sure the others did too, assuming that she knew about it. Now she probably thought that she was purposefully uninvited or forgotten about. Now that I think about it she did seem a little bit strange all day like something was bothering her so this was probably it. It's just like Gina to completely forget about someone - for a secretary she is really bad at organization. Amy was the only person that I hadn't invited so when I had to leave to investigate a lead I told Gina to invite her assuming that it was an easy job. Apparently it was harder than I thought. It doesn't matter right now though so when she drunkenly tries to apologize I just brush it off. What I need to do right now is get to Amy's house to make sure she's not upset with the mix-up.I'm sure that she's fine but I also want to go just to see her because I have a little bit of a crush on her. I look to Rosa who seems to understand my train of thought. 

"Go. Don't worry about Gina, I'll get her home safe." She says. I just nod in response glad that I've told Rosa about my feelings towards Amy. Rosa is definitely the best friend to go to for advice I muse as I leave the bar, even though she does tease me she doesn't do it publicly and she always knows when I need support. Right now I've been going to her a lot because Amy is dating a guy named Daniel. Daniel is the reason I can't do anything about my feelings for Amy. I know that it would only mess with her thoughts if I told her I liked her and as much as I hate her and Daniel together I don't want to be the guy that ruins her relationship. Besides even if she wasn't dating him I wouldn't want to jeopardize our friendship or how well we work together so the safest thing is to just forget about my feelings.

Amy's house is pretty close to the precinct or Shaw's so by the time I'm done with my inner thoughts I am only a few short blocks away. As I am walking by I notice a Chinese restaurant that also does take-out and the combination of my hunger (I didn't eat at Shaw's as I had planned) and wanting to get Amy something makes me go in and pick up some food. After I come back out I hurry to Amy's not wanting the food to get cold. Only as I enter her apartment building do I realize that Amy is probably with her boyfriend because it is a Friday night after all. It doesn't matter though because if there is even the slightest chance that I could spend some time with Amy I'm taking it. Also if she's out I can just pretend I was never there and if she and Daniel are both there I can just pretend that I am dropping some stuff off to apologize and then leave.

Just after I finish crafting my plan the elevator doors ping open and I enter. There's already someone in there, a middle aged women with graying hair. Amy doesn't live too far up, she lives on the sixth floor, but elevators are slow and the awkward silence consumes me as I wait for the doors to open again. After what feels like hours the open with another ping and I make a quick exit before heading down the hallway towards Amy's door. When I reach it my hand hovers over the door, hesitating, as I consider just leaving but I eventually manage to give a few sharp raps before I back up a step and wait.

[under-the-blue-sun]

come through (‘cause I just want to be with you) - chapter two

story summary: Dan is half-angel half-demon whose parents sent him to earth to try and live a normal life when he turned 18. In doing this, he lost any power he had, if proven he could live among them normally. The only rule? He couldn’t fall in love with a mortal. Fast forward 5 years later, just before his 23rd birthday, when things go downhill once he meets a barista in a coffee shop who he befriends and falls for.

story word count: 2759

rating: teen & up audiences

warnings: profanity

song of the chapter:  black sun - death cab for cutie

note: i know this is late but in my defense i'm gay and i can't count. i hope you enjoy this chapter!! also on another note isn’t the new tumblr font just terrible

link to ao3 | link to first chapter on tumblr

Chapter Two: how could something so fair (be so cruel)

Beep. Beep. Beep.

 Dan groaned, slamming the button on his alarm to stop the blaring noise. His bleary eyes squinted at the clock.

 “11. That’s okay,” he muttered, hiding under his blankets to stop the persistent pain in his stomach, as if his body was reminding him he should be somewhere.

 He suddenly rose from the covers.

 “10. Lecture. Fuck.”

 He leapt up, clearing his blurry thoughts from his mind, and ran to the bathroom, shoving a bottle of Listerine down his throat. Choking with disgust, he grabbed the first clothes on the floor to throw on, and sprinted out the door, black Muse tote bag stumbling out of his careless hands. Barely catching his breath, he staggered into the lecture room one hour and forty-five minutes late, seemingly unnoticed. He slipped into the back seat, laying out his notebook, pencil case and laptop.

 “Rough morning, huh?” Chris whispered.

 “It was actually a very good morning, until I woke up and realised I was one hour late for the lecture,” Dan whispered back.

 Chris sniggered. “I’ll bet.”

 Chris was one of the very few humans who Dan could talk to without seeming like a fool, mostly because Chris was very rather odd himself. Most people in his philosophy class were aesthetic, intelligent and very pretentious, but Chris made sure he was never two of those things at once. He was the person who introduced him to most of the human things he likes now, and has unknowingly helped Dan slip into human society very well.

 Dan glanced at Chris’ notes. “Anything important?”

 “It’s a philosophy class. Nothing is important, Dan,” Chris said. “I’ll give you the notes after, asshole.”

 “Rude. Exam’s on Monday, right?” Dan said.

 “Yeah, and the hand-in essay’s due before 12pm Wednesday.”

 Dan sighed. “Well, fuck. I better listen.”

 Chris wriggled closer to Dan, assuming his tea-spilling posture. “Have you-”

 “Shut up!” Dan hissed. 

 Chris rolled his eyes, slouching back into the chair, and resumed his note-taking for the last fifteen minutes of class before they were dismissed. 

 “Oh, hurry up. I have something to show you,” Chris said.

 “I haven’t had my morning coffee yet, please cut me some slack.” Dan yawned, slowly placing his items in his tote bag.

 “That’s what I was going to show you,” Chris replied. “Hurry up!”

 Dan finally finished putting his stationery away, and shoved his pencil in his pocket approximately five minutes later, after around one hundred carefully-crafted insults from Chris. “I’m done, what do you want to show me?”

 “I have found the best coffee shop in the entirety of London,” Chris announced, heading out of the lecture room. Dan raised his eyebrows.

 “I highly doubt that,” Dan said.

 “Okay, maybe it’s not the best. But the baristas?” Chris blew a kiss into the air.

 Dan shook his head, disappointed. “Chris, what did I say about objectifying people?”

 “Please, come. It’s called ‘Never Gonna Give Brew Up’,” Chris said, looking at Dan expectantly. Dan stared back, expressionless.

 “You know, like Never Gonna Give You Up?” Chris hinted.

 “Yes, I understand the joke. You keep sending me links to the music video.”

 Chris laughed. “Wait, you actually click on them?”

 Dan scoffed. “Of course not. I memorized the several URLs you’ve sent so I recognise it straight away. I also tend to distrust every link you send.”

 “As you should. Anyway, I am begging you to come. There’s one especially cute boy who I know works today, and I also know he’s very single. His name is Jack, and he is absolutely adorable.”

 Dan continued walking, making no response. 

 “Dan. You’re single, sad, very gay and very lonely. Just ask him out, go on a date, see how it is,” Chris begged.

 Dan snorted. “Like your love life is perfect.”

 “Hey, I may not have a long-term partner, but at least I’m going on dates and meeting up with people. In all the four years I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you go on a single date unprompted.”

 Dan shrugged. “Haven’t found the right guy.”

 “Come on. Just come to the coffee shop, at least,” Chris pleaded.

 “Fine,” Dan said, deciding to humour Chris. “I’ll meet the barista.”

 ---

 Jack the barista was, in fact, very hot, just like Chris stated. They were definitely not the first people to notice that. There was a whole clump of people in the cafe hovering around him, eager for him to give them a chance, or a glance. It was ridiculous.

 “This is ridiculous,” Dan muttered, turning to leave. “I’m going to get out of here.”

 Chris grabbed his arm. “I’m not letting you leave, Howell.”

 Dan groaned as Chris pushed him back in the line and started ordering the food.

 “I didn’t come here to ogle at the resident hoe,” Dan whispered violently in his ear. “I am leaving.”

 “What did you just call me?”

 Dan froze, and looked to the unfamiliar voice that came from in front of him. 

 “Resident hoe. Don’t take it personally. I’m sure you’re a lovely person, I’m just lashing out and name-calling because my friend here is trying to set me up with you. I apologise.”

 Jack smirked in amusement. “At least let the resident hoe get you some coffee. You look like you haven’t slept in years.”

 “Probably because I haven’t,” Dan admitted. “And not in a sexy way.”

 Jack snorted, and handed Dan a drink. “I think this coffee has the most caffeine which you can possibly stuff in a drink.” 

 “Sorry for calling you the resident hoe,” Dan said, turning to go.

“Well, if you want to make a full apology, I’ll be here tonight as well,” Jack said. “Opening hours till midnight.”

 Dan grinned. “I’ll think about it.”

 ---

 “I cannot believe you won him over by calling him a resident hoe,” Chris said, as they were leaving the cafe.

 “What were you picturing?” Dan asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

 Chris shrugged. “I don’t know. Not that. But hey, it worked! And you have another chance to actually talk to him tonight. You are going back there tonight, right?”

 Dan clicked his tongue. “I’m thinking about it.”

 “You better go,” Chris warned. “He literally invited you back to the cafe. You’re not gonna get that chance again.”

 Dan glanced at his watch. “Well, I have approximately twelve whole hours to think about whether I should go back to the cafe to call Jack names, so that’s plenty of time to think. That’s philosophy, right? Thinking about stuff.”

 Chris sighed. “Yeah. You should probably head to the library to revise right now.”

 ---

 Dan looked up helplessly at his blank word document. He had been in the library for three whole hours, yet he had written absolutely nothing. He stared at the blinding white of his screen, mind completely empty. Frankly, he was incredibly amazed at his brain for managing to not have a single thought yet also have too many thoughts. Slowly and helplessly, he began to type random things that came to his brain.

 Are immortal people allowed to fall in love with human beings?

 Dan paused, then pressed the enter button.

 No.

 why?

 because theyll probably find out?? that you’re a demon angel fuckin thing whatever also theyll die before u and thats like sad idk yeah

 Dan sighed. A+ essay right there. 

 The thing is, he kind of really wanted to go on that date with Jack. He seemed like a nice guy. It would be kind of fun. Besides, it would really shut Chris up and he wouldn’t pester him for a few months. 

 It wasn’t like he was going to marry Jack, after all. Like, he was pretty much the resident hoe. 

 Dan sighed deeply. 

 But if an immortal person went to a cafe with the possibility of going out with someone who was not going to be a potential future partner, would that be wrong?

 After a long pause, Dan began to type again.

 No.

 And with that, he gave up on his essay, packed up his bags and left the library.

 ---

 Surprisingly, Never Gonna Give Brew Up was still open, and very brightly lit. Dan didn’t really know why he was surprised. He was told that it closed at midnight, after all. But still, he didn’t normally associate open cafes with dark evenings. He swung the door open and stepped inside with a wide grin.

 “Hey J-” Dan paused. “You’re not Jack.”

 The barista at the counter looked up from his screen with a smirk. “Astute observation.”

 Dan stepped carefully in the cafe, closing the door behind him to make sure it didn’t slam. The barista was watching him carefully, smirk still planted on his irritatingly handsome face. Dan was seriously beginning to think the only qualification for applying to this cafe was to be good-looking.

 “Well. This is awkward,” Dan said.

 The barista shrugged. “For you, maybe. For me, this is rather entertaining. Tell me, what service were you wanting from Jack? I’m guessing it’s not coffee.”

 Dan snorted. “Well, it’s a long story.”

 “Is it?” the barista said, raising an eyebrow.

 Dan thought over it. “Not really. I called him the resident hoe and I came here to apologise slash ask him out. That’s pretty much it.”

 “I’m sorry for cockblocking you. I’ll give you free coffee to make up for it,” the barista offered.

 “Thanks, I could use that actually. I have an exam I haven’t studied for and a hand-in essay I haven’t begun coming up in the next few days, so I’m guessing I’m not going to be getting a lot of sleep for a while.” Dan said.

 “You already look like you haven’t gotten a lot of sleep in a while,” the barista pointed out.

 Dan chuckled joylessly. “Thanks, everyone says that to me when I meet them.”

 “I mean, I also haven’t been getting a lot of sleep. And no offense to your Jack, but it’s kind of because of him.” 

 “Oh yeah? Give me the tea,” Dan said. Then he frowned. “Or the coffee. I don’t know whether you do make tea here.”

 “I’ll give you the tea and the coffee,” the barista joked, grabbing a cup to start making Dan’s drink. “It’s not really that interesting tea, though. I just have to keep on doing Jack’s shifts because he always says he’s busy last minute. He’s such an asshole. Probably did you a favour with the cockblock, mate.”

 “Damn. Thanks for that, I guess,” Dan said, and the barista laughed, giving Dan an odd warm fuzzy feeling inside. Before he could fully process what that was, the barista handed him the drink.

 “Here,” he said, and Dan took a sip, pleasantly surprised.

 “I have to say, this is a lot better than the one Jack gave me,” Dan commented.

 “Of course it is. Jack’s shit at making coffee,” the barista said.

 Dan laughed. “Yeah, it was kind of nasty.”

 “You should probably get to that essay soon, though,” the barista said, and Dan suddenly realised he may have overstayed his welcome. He cleared his throat.

 “Yeah, probably should. Thanks for the free coffee,” Dan said.

 The barista smiled. “Yeah, it was no problem.”

 “I didn’t catch your name, by the way.” 

 “Phil. And you are?”

 “Dan.”

 “Dan,” Phil said, like he was trying the name out for the first time. “Nice to meet you, Dan.”

 “Nice to meet you too, Phil,” Dan said, and left happier than he’d felt in weeks.

[essektheylyss]

Essek fic prompt, if you're interested: anything with animals. Essek and Frumpkin, Essek and Sprinkle or Nugget, Essek getting his own familiar... idk Essek and the freakin moorbounders. Essek realizing he can show affection to a creature that won't go tattle on him and ruin his reputation.

This,,, so aggressively got away from me and I wasn’t totally sure how to end it but it was so cute and I really just want soft afternoons with puppies for Essek forever

They’d left him, for the time being, where it seemed they’d left many of their unwanted problems and strange adoptees over the months—with Jester’s mother.

The sunlight streams in through the open window hard enough to give him a headache, but he welcomes the sharp sting in his brow as he sits on a very pink bed that he’d gathered had been Jester’s growing up, with several books collected from the wizard’s tower, the one who’d looked him up and down with an upturned nose and humphed loudly and sent them on their way without another word, and Essek didn’t know what kind of judgment he’d really expected.

“—so sorry to do this to you, Marion,” a sheepish voice he recognizes but fails to quite place floats through the cracked door, followed by a thump and the boisterous bark of a dog. “Luc and I have quite a few errands to run, but he’s been chewing all of the furniture and I feel horrible when Veth comes back to the house destroyed—“

Ah, Veth’s husband. He doesn’t remember his name, and a nauseous feeling washes over him when he realizes that he absolutely should remember Veth’s husband’s name, considering the man had spent a week in Essek’s prison.

He’d had very different priorities then, but that doesn’t feel like an excuse anymore.

His face burns, and he holds his breath, hoping that he will not be found here by Mr. Brenatto, even with the knowledge that Marion could reveal him at any time.

“Of course, Yeza,” Marion’s voice replies—oh, thank the gods, he will remember it now—and Essek has spent enough time here over the past few days to recognize a slight strain in her voice, though she speaks warmly. “That’s not a problem at all. You and Luc run along and leave him with me.”

Essek sits very still as thanks and niceties are exchanged, until soft footsteps mean that the halfling has exited the room.

And then, as he’d feared it might, the door swings open.

Marion Lavorre stands there in an elegant black dress, one hand on the collar of an absolutely enormous puppy, ears still a little big for his body, panting excitably. His tail thumps against the doorframe as she scrunches her face a bit, a proactive apology, and then the dog—blinks. He’s seen the effect on at least one occasion, and in a snap its eyes glow blue and it vanishes from her grasp and appears on the bed beside him, its not quite clean hind descending on what he surmises is a very old and very delicate book. He’s certain that Yussa Errenis is a man who does not lend out books that he does not have backups of, but he still imagines trying to explain why its illuminated pages are crumpled.

“Oh, Nugget,” Marion hisses, and the dog blinks back to her side, but not before dragging its huge tongue across Essek’s dumbfounded face. She looks at him, as sheepishly as Yeza Brenatto sounded, and it seems that the parents near to this group have similar views on this… Nugget. “I’m so sorry—I really am able to take care of him for the afternoon, but I have rehearsal shortly—“

He blinks at her, feeling his face flush in confusion. “You… rehearse?”

Her smile is a little devilish, and he can see her daughter in her more than ever. “Singing, dear. I have a rehearsal for a performance.”

His ears burn with embarrassment. “Ah. That makes… more sense.”

“Anyway, I have a rehearsal and then I can watch him, but it would be so helpful if you could—“

Essek swallows hard, and remembers that Marion is like her daughter in more than one way—it’s very hard to say no to either of them when they’re asking nicely.

He nods and wonders how he’s going to take care of a blink dog. “Of course.”

A relieved smile floods onto her face. “Oh, thank the gods,” she says, and looks down at the overly excited dog. “Nugget, Essek is home.”

And she points to him, and the dog meets his gaze with the biggest puppy eyes he’s ever seen. Oh, luxon. This is already a mistake.

“Okay, all you do,” Marion says, and he has to wrench his eyes away when he realizes that she’s talking to him now, “is say home.”

He quickly folds his books shut and sets them aside. The dog is almost as large as he is, and he frowns, thinking about the halfling who is a head and a half shorter than he is. “This is… Yeza’s dog?”

“Well,” Marion sighs. “Technically, it’s Jester’s dog.”

With a name like Nugget, he should’ve known.

“Nugget,” he says slowly, with tremendous hesitation. This is the last thing he wants to do with his afternoon, especially with his headache only building. “Home.”

It blinks to his side, and its tongue is on his face in an instant. He fights it off with several undignified shouts, and when he’s finally situated, Marion smiles apologetically.

“Thank you so much,” she says, and closes the door, and it dawns on Essek that he is now alone in Jester’s room, tasked with not killing Jester’s dog, and he feels all the blood drain from his face.

Nugget looks at him happily, tail thumping against a very pink pillow, and Essek takes a moment to pat it gently on the head a few times. “Good dog,” he says hollowly, and Nugget nuzzles into his hand, and it only takes a few minutes of hesitation before he’s figured out that Nugget will flop down sideways on the bed if he keeps scratching a certain spot behind his ear.

And for a little while, his fingers itch to pick up the book he’d been in the middle of, an analysis of ethics in the Age of Arcanum to do with attempted time magic—he thinks that Caleb and Yussa might’ve picked that out especially for him, but it’s interesting enough so he doesn’t mind—but he doesn’t want to risk the dog chewing up Jester’s childhood things. And he finds, a while later, that sitting there scratching Nugget’s ears is almost like meditation, something his tutors had tried to teach him as a child that he’d never been very good at, with his mind buzzing constantly and too many ideas to chase.

Now, though, he’s stuck here, and he’s not thinking about his books anymore—he’s watching the rise and fall of Nugget’s chest, the easy trust he gives a man he’s never met, the pleasure he takes from such a small affection.

Sprawled out on the bed, he’s the image of bliss.

“You’re a very simple creature, you know,” he says, and finds that talking to Nugget is not as awkward as he would’ve expected. He’s never spoken to an animal in his life, and had assumed it would be even worse than talking to someone else—but no, it’s like being alone in his tower and musing to himself. A little arrogant, sure, to speak knowing you are your own answer, but there’s no one around to judge. And when he speaks, Nugget’s tail thumps again, and he lets out a heavy sigh of contentment.

It is not a response Essek is used to from anyone, when he speaks—his words are weapons, more often than not, whether he wants them to be or not. He has armed himself with them for too long, and people tend to flinch when he opens his mouth.

“Are you lonely, to be so willing to open yourself up in exchange for love?” he asks, and knows that it’s rhetorical, but still wonders what the answer might be. “Or do you simply know nothing else?”

Perhaps Essek is not as complicated as he thinks he is—he, like this dog, sees the world transactionally. He is trying not to, with his friends guiding him, to believe that not everything must be earned or exchanged, but he looks at this dog, and he thinks that it’s natural to view the world that way.

And who is he to think he’s better than this puppy, snoring sweetly beside him, occasionally peering up at him with those doe eyes?

The sun is still pounding a tattoo into his eye sockets, but the ocean breeze is very unlike Rosohna and the stuffy confines of his tower, and he leaves the window open. Instead, he slides down to rest below it, the sun no longer hitting him, and curls up against the dog.

Nugget shifts his head until it rests on Essek’s stomach, and he absently continues to scratch his ears. It’s the most relaxed he’s been in… years, he thinks, even before the business with the Assembly, before he had ended up as a fixture in the Bright Queen’s throne room.

He thinks of Caleb, reading on the ground of the Xhorhaus library, with Frumpkin curled up on his stomach. It has always seemed rather inconvenient, but Caleb does it for hours.

Essek reaches for his book, set on a shelf at the end of the bed. Instantly, Nugget lifts his head and whines, then rolls over until his body is on Essek’s outstretched shoulder, nosing at Essek’s chin.

“By the light,” Essek snarls, falling back into undercommon, and returns one hand to the dog’s ear. When he immediately quiets, and releases Essek’s trapped arm, Essek blinks at him. “Ah. You only act out when you’re being ignored.”

He breathes out the barest hint of a laugh through his nose. Perhaps he and this dog really are quite alike.

One hand still offering enough affection to keep the dog sated, he retrieves his book uninhibited, and holds it over his head. It is perhaps harder to focus this way, but it is soothing to have Nugget’s gentle movement of breath on his stomach, and the breeze coming in the window, and a book in his hand.

He remembers his father telling him that a pet was a lot of responsibility when he’d told Essek as a child that he couldn’t have one, but Essek thinks now that having a pet is no more responsibility that keeping oneself content. In fact, perhaps it is easier to be satisfied, with such satisfaction as a model.

“Essek, we’re on the way back! Are you okay with Mama? Are you having a good afternoon? Caleb wants to know if you like the books—“ He thinks Jester may have had more to say, but he answers anyway.

“I’m not getting through reading particularly fast, but I am having a pleasant afternoon. I ended up watching over your—Nugget.”

He looks down at the dog, whose tail wags at the sound of his name, whacking him in the head. He can’t bring himself to be mad.

“You’re watching Nugget?! Isn’t he a good boy?! Isn’t he so cute, Essek? Oh my god, I can’t wait to see him when we get back—“

He imagines the rest of the Nein shaking their head as Jester is cut off once again, and he smiles as he sets the book down and turns his attention to scratching Nugget’s fey ears with both hands. Nugget writhes with pleasure as Essek lets him lick his chin this time.

“Yes, he’s very cute. He’s—” he trails off for a minute, and almost forgets to finish. “He’s a very good boy.”

[bigskydreaming]

Imagine the Batkids hanging out at like....the food court of a mall or something, Jason keeping paparazzi at bay with finger guns that manage to be wildly ominous even if the gulping paparazzo have no true idea WHY that particular motion from this particular man has cold beads of sweat breaking out on the backs of their necks. Damian loudly proclaiming he hates everything and everyone even though he only half means it, well at least until Tim asks if he needs them to go get him a booster seat. To which Jason stops long enough to cackle about Tim finally finding someone he can actually literally look down on, it must be like Christmas for him, and meanwhile, Duke idly says to no one in particular that he can never decide if he accidentally got adopted into the Addams family, the Manson family or the Kardashians.

“I would be great at being a Kardashian,” Jason muses.

“Well you’re already 90% ass, so you’ve got that going for you,” Steph chirps brightly.

“Die, but for real this time,” Jason volleys back, equally pleasantly.

“I can’t believe the English major is suggesting I plagiarize him,” Steph says with eyes wide in mock bewilderment. Jason scoffs.

“What English major? In case you’ve forgotten, I never even finished high school, I was busy being de - “

He cuts off as Cass holds out her palm and Dick and Duke both slide ten dollar bills across the table to her, accompanied by groans. Tim jabs a finger at her with a scowl, half rising out of his seat in outrage.

“That doesn’t count, he didn’t even finish saying it!”

“Also, you’re cheating,” Damian adds on hotly, too incensed to notice he’s literally standing in solidarity with his most hated enemy. Though Tim catches it, if the slightly constipated look on his face is anything to go by. “Do you really think us so blind we can’t tell that Brown blatantly set that one up for you?”

“Don’t hate the players, hate the game,” Steph says sagely, as she and Cass split the take.

“What the hell just happened?” Jason asks. No one looks anywhere near the zip code of apologetic.

“Well we definitely didn’t all get together once a majority of us had done the knock knock knocking on death’s door thing ourselves and wound up making a long-standing bet about how long you can go without bringing that up and where the clock restarts each time you do,” Steph says thoughtfully, eyes intent even as she stares off into the distance, like it’s an actual mystery and she’s really trying quite hard to scry out the answer.

“What?” Jason says flatly.

“In my defense, they were doing it long before I came along and they said it was like, a family tradition,” Duke offers.

“I mean, it’s not like we lied,” Tim shrugs. “Besides, it was Cass’ idea and she’s died twice, so it’s allowed.”

Jason redirects his ire on their sister. “Why are you the worst.”

She shrugs. “I died.”

“I used to think having a sister would be cool. I can’t believe you ruined sisters for me.”

“Bite me, little brother,” she says sweetly. His face flames. Detonation imminent.

“I’m older than you!”

“Not if you don’t count the six months you were dead,” she sing-songs. “Besides, Tim’s lying. It was his idea.”

Jason’s head swivels like a turret-mounted missile launcher. Tim chokes on his French fry.

“What the hell! That’s not tr - .” He trails off then, frowning slightly. “Wait, was it? Oh. Right.”

Jason’s eyes narrow, tension on the trigger, but Tim rallies and just shrugs unrepentantly.

“Eh. You’ve tried to kill me like three times. Suck it up.”

“Next time, I’ll be sure to try harder,” Jason growls. Tim smiles serenely and takes an extra obnoxious slurp of his milkshake.

“See? You’ve learned something new today. You’re welcome.”

“Why am I not live-tweeting this,” Steph wonders, yanking out her phone and sending digits swiftly flying across its keys. Dick leans over on her left to view her screen.

“Are you tweeting as Batgirl about her fellow vigilantes, or the random blond stranger always seen out with the Waynes but that no one can determine their connection to?”

“First off, I’m the EXOTIC blond stranger, excuse you. Get it right. And second...idk. Either. Both. Does it really matter?”

“Well, it might if you actually do tweet the same content from both accounts and someone somehow manages to spot some kind of connection,” Tim says dryly. Steph scowls without looking up from her phone.

“Stop oppressing my shenanigans with your logic, Timbleton.”

“Timbleton?”

“It’s my new name for you. For it is both pretentious and douchey, as are you.”

Tim glowers. “Sometimes I honestly can’t remember why I went out with you.”

She shrugs. “You were a fifteen year old virgin and I have a killer rack. It wasn’t that deep.”

“Hey, you are still just the exotic blond stranger seen with us all the time, right?” Dick says suddenly, seemingly lost in thought. “Like, B didn’t adopt you since I last saw you or anything.”

“No, and you know you don’t ACTUALLY have to ask me that every time you see me.”

He shrugs. “I mean I kinda do. You are always here, and it is Bruce. It’s not like he ever tells me when he adopts someone new so like, you could be my sister for four years before I even realized it if I didn’t ask.”

“Ooh. A sighting of Dick angst, spotted in the wild. Those are rare,” Jason snickers. Dick just eyes him.

“FYI, I still have footage of a certain Robin, age fourteen, singing Backstreet Boys. And I have Roy on speed dial. Tread lightly, Little Wing.”

“You said you deleted that!”

“I lied. I do that sometimes. I’m terribly problematic.” Dick beams beatifically.

“Why have I not seen this footage?” Steph shrieks.

“Make me an offer,” Dick says as leans back smugly.

She wastes no time, fingers dancing across her keyboard again, and moments later Dick pulls out his own phone and reads her incoming text. One eyebrow arches significantly.

“That’s an offer, alright.” He frowns. “You came up with that quick. I’m either impressed or disturbed.”

Steph shrugs. “I get bored on stakeouts sometimes.”

“You can be dispressed,” Cass pipes up helpfully. Dick nods solemnly.

“An excellent suggestion, Cassandra, thank you. Just for that, I’ll send it to you too.”

“I will stab you,” Jason says dangerously.

“Just think, Jay, if you didn’t try and stab me all the time already, that might actually be incentive not to....oh whoops, finger slipped, just hit send, how terrible, much regret.”

“I feel like there’s supposed to be a life lesson in there somewhere,” Duke murmurs.

“Stay out of this, new kid on the block.”

“Does that make you Marky Mark or like, Donnie?” Tim wonders idly. He shakes his head at himself then, baffled. “Why do I know the names of the New Kids on the Block?”

Stephanie meanwhile is watching her phone with what can only be described as naked glee. It’s muted - she’s never one to share her spoils freely after all - but apparently that is more than good enough for now as far as she’s concerned. Beside her, Cass intently stares at her own screen, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

“I will kill you all someday, and when I do the courts will rule it justifiable homicide and I shall be vindicated.”

“Please, Todd. As if I don’t have contingencies in place to ensure you receive my vengeance even from beyond the grave, should I ever perish at your hands.”

Silence falls across the table as they all stare at Damian.

“See, now I’m dispressed,” Tim says. “Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to take a guided tour of your brain, but then I think why not wait til Halloween and sell tickets too.”

Damian glares at him, but to the surprise of everyone, Tim included, he reacts no further than that. A few seconds later though, Duke bolts upright in his chair across from him, directing his own baleful glare at the smaller boy. Damian just stares at him meaningfully and jerks his head in Tim’s direction. Duke rolls his eyes and sighs.

“Shut your facehole, Drake, you blithering dolt,” Duke says robotically. “Also, you are excessively diminutive for your age and nobody likes you. Allegedly.”

Once more silence reigns supreme.

“Oh fuck, can he possess people now?” Jason asks.

Dick waves them all down, gesturing for quiet before he takes the lead, studying Duke with an intent focus. “I think I speak for all of us here, when I say: no, but seriously, what the actual fuck.”

Cass nods gravely. “What he said.”

Duke shrugs a half-hearted apology. “It’s nothing personal Tim. It’s just that Damian and I have an alliance, and part of the terms are I have to defend his honor, since - and I quote - ‘tt, the very notion I need assistance defending my actual person is laughable, Thomas, don’t be daft.’”

“Wait, we’re doing alliances now?” Steph asks, because of course that would be the part that catches her attention. “I want an alliance. Cass, make an alliance with me.”

“Kay.”

“Whose idea was this alliance, anyway?” Jason asks. Duke just shrugs again, this time defensively.

“Hey don’t look at me, Dick’s the one who apparently thought it was a good idea to introduce Damian to Survivor reruns.”

All eyes turn to the eldest. In a particularly accusatory fashion.

Well, with the exception of Damian, as he has returned to his meal and is quite contentedly dining with a distinct air of smugness about him. (Even more so than usual.)

“What? I couldn’t get him to agree to watching anything else on TV, and then we came across some reruns and I thought it might appeal to him.”

“And you saw no potential drawbacks to him seeing appeal in the basic premise of voting people off the island?” Jason asks skeptically. Dick picks up a fry and studies it with clear deliberation and an equally clear attempt at avoidance. Subtlety, thy name is not Grayson.

“In hindsight, it’s possible mistakes were made.”

“I mean, at least now Dami’s attempts at casting undesirables out of the family are rooted in democracy instead of totalitarianism. That’s progress, right?” Steph asks. Heavy on the uncertainty.

“Right, and I have some beachfront property in Kansas to sell you,” Tim says sardonically.

“Nah, you keep it. I’ll just get it in the divorce when we get back together in ten years, marry, and I abscond with half of your fortune.”

“Wait, what?”

“Shh, just let it happen.”

“Hang on, back to this alliance,” Jason says, turning back to Duke. “So what are you getting out of it?”

“Oh, he has to do my calc homework for the rest of the semester,” Duke replies.

“Duke, you should have just told one of us you needed some help with your homework,” Dick says with an unmistakable note of concern in his voice. Duke shoots him a quizzical look.

“I don’t. I just don’t want to do it.”

“This is why Duke is the most valid,” Steph nods knowingly. Cass nods in agreement.

“Hey, did nobody else notice that in essence, Damian implicitly admitted he needed help protecting his feelings from getting boo-boos,” Tim pipes up oh so casually. The youngest among them narrows his eyes.

“In my spare time, I peruse the occult tomes recommended by Raven and the Zatara brat in search of a ritual that will make it so you never existed in the first place,” he says, matching his tone to Tim’s conversational one. Not deterred in the slightest, Tim just adopts an expression of over the top faux sympathy.

“Sucks you can’t just ask me for help. I already know where one of those is.”

“Dami, no!” Dick speaks up sharply. Their little brother slumps back in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I wasn’t actually going to do anything, Grayson,” he sulks. Dick snorts.

“You were absolutely about to jump on top of the table and kick Tim in the face. Don’t even try and pretend I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“I was an only child once,” Jason muses. “I should have appreciated it more.”

“But then you couldn’t form an alliance with me, little brother,” Cass points out, equal parts sweetness and wickedness. He hesitates, visibly torn between wanting to protect his vaunted older brother status and agreeing to an alliance with the most feared of them all.

“You’re evil.”

She shrugs but doesn’t contest the point.

“I’ll form an alliance with you, Cass,” Tim says, smirking at Jason.

“No thanks.”

Tim’s mouth falls open and he looks between her and his now cackling older brother. “What the hell? You’ll form an alliance with Steph and Jason but not with me? Why not?”

“I’m chaotic neutral,” their sister explains sunnily, as she steals some more of Dick’s fries.

[ofhomeland-a]

SO i’ve been over here for a hot minute working behind the scenes to get my bios up to par and my muse list lookin’ spiffy. i gotta fix my theme because it’s ...... hilarious rn but ah!!! negativity under the cut !!!!

i gotta apologize to the couple people i’ve been leaving hanging both in IMs and discord, but honestly, i’m just discouraged so it’s getting harder for me to approach / come up with new things. basically, and i really don’t want to sound like a whiner, or like i’m fishing for attention, because that’s the last thing i’m trying to do, but i feel like i’m begging at this point. for interactions, for plots, for more people to actually want to interact with me. answered memes go unacknowledged, plots drop seemingly without any interest in maybe starting something else. i like any type of call and i rarely see anything from it (except starter calls — i do have a couple of those to reply to) and it just sucks a lot because i hate feeling like ... idk. like i’m more of a bother than what people want.

this isn’t about me whining for attention, this is more about me feeling like a failure on this blog. i got quite a lot of followers in a pretty short amount of time, so it almost feels like people expected something but i’m not really what they expected with this character? i don’t really know what it is. 

either way, that’s why i haven’t been on dinah the past few days, besides being sick. it just isn’t fun to feel this way, and so i maybe thought that taking a step back would be best anyway? 

but uh. again, i’m not trying to be all WOE IS MEEEEEE but it’s a sucky feeling. 

anyway that’s all. i’M SORRY 

[snarkwrites]

sprung spring | found you | jacob black [m]

PROMPTS USED:

“You’re kinda small. It’s cute.” + Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Down And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes + Suck + Being dared to kiss + against a wall/door -

NOTES:

Hey, look... Years ago, I actually STARTED writing in the Twilight fandom. I feel like things have come full circle now, kinda? Idk.. Anyway, just wanted everyone to know that this takes place AFTER the series. Jacob is grown up here. So is the OC omega/imprint. If people bother me enough I miiight be tempted to sit down and come up with an actual story for these two, idek... Enjoy the filth. I blame the recent announcement of the Midnight Sun movie / book... Anyway, yeah.

Oh yeah and just so you know... I kinda took imprinting and alpha x omega bonds and mashed them together. So the oc here is not only Jacob’s imprint but she is also his omega. 

PAIRING:

Jacob Black [ alpha ] x ofc, Lily [ omega ] 

WARNINGS:

Uhh... the usual stuff that goes with a/o.. Meeting a guy at a bar and hooking up. Protected sex, for once -yeah, that’s right, you heard it here guys and dolls, Ash FINALLY remembered that condoms exist.. Biting.

Writer does NOT agree or disagree with hooking up casually. Writer says to make up your own mind about these things. Alcohol warning, btw.

TAGGING:

@micolegg​ - just because | @kyleoreillysknee​ - they’re the only person on my Twilight tag list. If you want to be on any of my taglists, once again, go [here] otherwise, you will not be getting tagged.

( nobody @ me. I had to use this gif. I had to. )

“Okay, if you’re really over the jerk, I dare you to kiss the next guy who walks through the door.” 

Lily scoffed at her best friend’s dare and rolled her eyes, picking at her nails. “No, I believe I’ll pass. Knowing my craptastic luck, it’ll be one of those creepy Cullens or Nelson’s ass.” 

Cassandra’s gaze was fixed intently on the doors that lead into the crowded sports bar and she let out a low whistle. “I mean, if you wanna pass on that, by all means.” she gestured to where Jacob Black stood, tugging off a weathered brown leather jacket to toss at an empty booth. She nudged Lily again so that she’d look up and see the man for herself.

Lily swore sharply and finally tore her gaze off of her phone. “What the hell--” her sentence died on her lips and she swallowed down a baseball sized lump in her throat, blinking. Raising a hand to rub her eyes when blinking didn’t just make him disappear.

“Jacob?” her voice came almost whisper quiet, eyes fixed on him intently. She shook her head, it had to be some kind of hallucination. Jacob had been in Canada since a few weeks before Bella’s wedding. And every letter he sent home to Billy suggested that Canada is where he intended to stay. Or that’s the last thing her father told her when she bothered to ask last month.

So why come back now, she found herself wondering. She didn’t even realize that she’d started to move towards him until she bumped into Jessica’s back, muttering a distracted and quick apology, shoving past her until she caught up to Jacob Black.

Jacob was distracted; entranced by the warm and heavy sweetness of the vanilla scent he’d followed into the bar. Brown eyes darted around and his fists clenched at his sides as he tried to keep himself pulled together. For a split second, he thought he caught sight of Lily, an old neighbor, but when he tried to focus, see if it was really her, she was gone. 

“I’m here, might as well grab a drink.” Jacob mused to himself as he glanced around again, turning and preparing to walk back to the booth he’d left his jacket in. The scent of vanilla permeated the air around him heavily and he felt his skin tightening, his blood almost boiling. His vision started to tunnel and when he turned around fully, he found himself body to body with Lily.

“Jacob, hi.” Lily bit her lip and stared up at him, reaching up to toy with the end of soft long jet black locks. He let his hair grow back, Lily thought to herself distractedly, thank God. She quickly snatched back her hand when she realized what she’d done.

Her feet felt rooted to the floor. Why wasn’t she moving?

She wasn’t the same stammering little mess she’d been back then, damn it. Suddenly, Cassandra’s dare came rushing back and Lily took a deep breath, her eyes locking intently on kissable lips. 

“Fuck it. Yolo.” Lily muttered quietly, molding herself against Jacob, raising to tippy toe, tugging his mouth closer to her own as he bent down to make up for the difference in height. Rough hands dug into her lower back, lifting her off the floor slightly as his mouth crashed against her mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at it so that the kiss deepened and his hand moved up her back, fingers catching in a long jet black braid, raking through it until it tumbled loose down her back. His tongue trailed over the outline of her lips and when she rubbed against him just a little, he groaned, the taste of rum filling his mouth as he deepened the kiss to a point where he knew she had to be getting dizzy and he could feel their breathing sync up, almost as if they were breathing for each other.

The kiss broke, the pair springing apart as Lily took a few deep breaths and raised her hand, smoothing it over her hair, pushing shaggy bangs out of her eyes. Jacob’s mouth opened and closed and his hand raised, dragging through his hair. All he could do was stare at her as everything he’d seen and the scent of her bombarded his brain and dominated every single part of his thoughts. He chuckled, rubbing his chin. “Hi, Lily. So, uh… is this how you greet everyone?”

“No, no.” the word tumbled out, making him laugh, making him flash her that bright and cocky grin of his. When she blurted out what transpired before he walked in, she wanted to kick herself, adding quickly to the end of her explanation, “But I wasn’t gonna do it til Cassandra got me to look up and I saw you walk in. Shit. Fuck. You know what? I’m gonna take this as my cue and go.”

Lily turned abruptly, already halfway back across the bar by the time Jacob processed what she’d basically just admitted. He was on his feet again, shoving through the crowd, deep brown eyes darting around all over as his nose honed in on the scent of her. He found her easily, sitting in the back in a booth with a group of two or three other girls he remembered from La Push High.

He cleared his throat and the girls all surrounding his imprint shared a look and stood abruptly after doing so, making a hasty retreat.

Lily lightly beat her head against the tabletop. “I swear to God, I just want to disappear right now, Cass. He has to think I’m still a huge dork.”

“Actually, no.” Jacob spoke up as he slid into the booth bench beside her, an arm going around the back of it. 

Lily raised her head reluctantly, her cheeks almost an angry red as she stared at him a few seconds. That intense heat was lingering in the air all over again and the spicy scent of him pierced her nostrils as she felt her skin tightening all over again.

The urge to straddle his lap took over before she could stop it and she didn’t even realize that every single dirty little thing on her mind was being broadcast directly to his until he leaned in close and chuckled against the shell of her ear, “Are you okay? You look like you’re burning up right now.”

“I,uhh.”

It clicked into place what was happening and she crossed her legs, clenching them tight beneath the table.  Oh naturally, he’s my Alpha and I make an entire ass of myself… 

Jacob’s gaze shifted to her hands and the way they were almost white knuckle, her palms flat against the wooden tabletop. It happened again, just like earlier when she’d kissed him. Every single noisy thought flooded his brain and the animal side kicked into overdrive.

Yeah, he knew how imprinting worked but this felt… Different. A thousand times more intense. It was imprinting and something different… Something so much more than that. This primal urge to get her alone and lay claim.

When it hit him, his jaw dropped and for a few seconds, he sat there in a daze, staring straight ahead. 

Lily toyed with the wrapping to the straw in her mixed drink after noisily slurping down the last of it and taking a few labored breaths. The way he looked at her just now was… Deeper than any look he’d given her before.

To be fair, she found herself thinking with mild annoyance, before it was all about Bella. 

“Do you dance, Lily?” Jacob leaned in and muttered the question against the shell of her ear as someone put the Halsey version of I Walk The Line on to play in the music box at the front of the bar. He needed her closer. He needed to know she was okay. He needed to feel her body molded against his again because only then could he feel centered.

“Nobody dances in here, Jake.”

“There’s a first time for everything, Lil. C’mon. Unless you’re too tipsy?” he teased her gently, his eyes fixing on the pyramid of shot glasses in front of where she sat and the two empty glasses that contained mixed drinks.

This got his inebriated imprint slash omega on her feet. Between the alcohol in her system and the effects of what he suspected to be her heat setting in, she swayed a good bit. Jacob stood too and pulled her completely against him, his hands drifting down and gripping her ass to hold her in place. Lily looked up, staring deep into dark brown eyes. “I’m not too tipsy for anything, Jacob. I’ll… I’ll have you know, I-I’m perfectly sober right now.” she nuzzled her face against his shirt as soon as she dropped her gaze again and Jacob barely contained the low growl that arose from deep in his chest. His hands splayed across both sides of her ass, fingertips digging in just a little as his nose buried in the crown of her hair and he breathed in the scent of his mate as deep as he possibly could. After a few seconds, he gave a quiet laugh at her words.

“Right.” Jacob continued to snicker quietly to himself, a fond smile tugging his mouth upward as he fixed his gaze on her intently.

Lily’s head raised and she poked out her tongue at him, prompting him to snicker about it. 

“What’s so funny, Jake?” 

… God, is she ever not going to get me hard or distract the living hell out of me?. This is going to take a lot of getting used to, but it’s fine. It’s perfect, actually.. the thought came and went and rather than be dumb and let it slip out, he instead went with, “You’re kinda small. It’s cute,actually.”

“Oh hahahaha. Says the guy who reached man size in what? Seventh grade?” Lily teased gently, trying hard not to think about just how good it felt to be pressed against him like this, but just how many layers of clothing were still between them and how badly she wanted those gone.

“Ninth, actually. And I was not man sized.” Jacob chuckled, a soft gaze down at her. There it was at last, that truly lightweight and give no fucks feeling that came with the imprint bond.

“Y-you are.” Lily muttered, stumbling over the words lightly. With each little step they took, she found herself rubbed right against him and the slick coursed down her inner thighs, coating them. “Y-you were more of a man t-than any of t-those other s-shitheads at our school.”

… I seriously just said that… Ugh, can someone just strike me mute? Before I totally fuck up?... the thought came floating into her mind and Lily muttered a quick apology, giving him a little dirty look when he managed to mis step and stepped on her toes. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Jacob apologized, laughing. He dipped her down and as she came back up, their faces bumped against each other. Just the feel of her lips against his own had him struggling to keep the animal within at bay.

 Lily’s tongue danced over the outline of his lips and his grip on her body tightened as he hauled her up fully, pressing into her so much that she had to lean back, her back meeting the edge of the booth with a soft smack. “It’s...it’s okay.” Lily managed to gasp out between sloppy and rough kisses that seemed to dominate her mouth and set her pulse racing. A throat clearing nearby had the two springing apart momentarily and it served to put the brakes on for the two momentarily. 

“You wanna get outta here, Lily?” Jacob pressed into her heavily, his hands on her hips, his mouth next to her ear. 

… isn’t this a little fast?...

… better too fast than never, besides… haven’t I waited long enough?... his mind was at war with itself and the stronger side, the animal side, that was winning.

Lily found herself staring deep into dark brown eyes and getting lost, just like she used to when they were kids. After a few seconds, it occurred to her that he’d said something and she managed to respond, “Oh god, yeah. Take me home, Jake.”  as she slipped her tongue past his lips all over again, her hands drifting down, tugging almost impatiently at the waistband of his jeans.

Jacob bent at the waist, scooping her up, making quick strides towards the doors of the little sports bar. Once they were outside in the chilled night air, he sat her down on the back of his motorcycle, getting on in front. 

“Hold on tight.”

Lily’s arms slipped around his waist and she pressed herself into him as the motorcycle’s powerful engine roared to life, the motorcycle taking off at a decent speed towards the reservation.

“Your place or mine?” Lily muttered quietly next to his ear as she grazed her lips against. Jacob’s breath caught for a second and he chuckled quietly, shrugging. Lily continued, “Because I’m the only one staying at my place… No interruptions.” her lips dancing right over the rapid pulse in his neck. Jacob bucked a little, feeling himself getting harder and harder. 

The reservation was coming into view and he drove down the dirt road they both lived on, parking his motorcycle beneath the carport next to the little red cabin she lived in. 

Getting off the motorcycle, he scooped her up in his arms again, quick strides up the porch steps, Lily digging around for her house key after climbing out of his arms, reaching out to unlock the door as Jacob lightly kicked it open with his foot, stepping inside the darkened house as he shut the door behind them and locked it. 

Her back pressed against the wooden door with a soft smack and Jacob’s hands were all over her. Her mouth latched onto his neck and chest, anywhere she could reach and when she rose to tiptoe all over again, Jacob chuckled and slid her up his body to sit her down on top of her dining table, his mouth latching onto her mouth and then dancing down her neck. 

As soon as he found the spot where her scent glands were, he could feel the pierce of his fangs at his gums. Lily was rubbing herself against him, her legs wrapped around him, her hands moving down between them and then her fingertips catching in the hem of his tee shirt, starting to pull it upward. The warmth of his breath against her neck felt so fucking good. She gasped and let her head fall to the opposite side, giving his mouth better access.

Jacob pulled away a second or two, eyeing her as she continued to rub against him, shaky fingers catching on the button to his jeans and pulling it free, then lingering down, lowering his zipper slowly. In a daze, he kicked his jeans and underwear free when they pooled at his ankles, a low and primal growl filling the air as his eyes settled on his mate all over again, his tongue trailing slowly over his lips as he gazed down at her. 

“Aren’t you going to do it?” Lily’s voice was a breathy drawl as her fingertips trailed up and down his bare chest and she fixed her eyes on him almost expectantly. She rubbed herself against him with more urgency, her whimpers and moans echoing off the walls of the dining room. Jacob licked his lips and smirking, he lowered his mouth back down to her neck, his teeth scraping against scent glands again.

“You’re sure, right?” his voice came out deeper, sending a jolt racing through her and another wave of slick coating the insides of her thighs. Lily gazed up at him, biting her lip. “I asked for it, didn’t I, Jake?”

“Yeah, but..” he trailed off, unable to finish his words because she took his face in her hands, scooting herself closer to the edge of the table, rubbing against him all over again, more urgently. Jacob’s hand went down to the jagged hem of her crop top, tugging it up and over her head, letting it settle on the table top behind her. He gave a low growl as his eyes roamed over her, his mouth almost watering at the way her scent intensified. Wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, he leaned in again, reaching around, the quiet tear of satin as her bra was torn away breaking the semi-silence between the two as he tugged it free from her body next. And then, he was leaning in, ghosting his mouth down the side of her neck, his tongue trailing over soft skin boldly, his lips latching onto the patch of skin her scent glands lingered beneath. 

This time when he felt his fangs starting to prick through and push to the surface, he didn’t bother fighting it. Instead, he sank his teeth into the sac just below the surface of the patch of skin. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she rocked herself against him, legs clenching his hips tight as she gasped. “Oh, oh wow..” the rush of the bond took over, leaving her to lean into him heavily, clinging to his body. Jacob leaned right back against her heavily, chuckling as he muttered the same against her skin.

The wooden tabletop was cool against her back as she wound up flat against it, Jacob pinning both her hands at either side of her head, his mouth crashing against hers again, muttering against her lips, “Just a second… stay right there.” and raising up, letting go of her hands, bending to pick his jeans off the floor, rifling through the pockets. He tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, sliding the condom down over his cock before turning back around to face her, stepping back between her legs as he leaned down, his hips pressing into her lower body, his mouth roaming over her neck, littering soft skin with bites and suck marks as he groaned and rutted himself into her, the tip of his cock teasing between her folds and making her whimper out loud, rubbing herself right back against him. As his cock sank deep into her heat, she got louder, Jacob chuckling against her mouth as he pressed into her, going still to let her get used to his size as the knot began to form.

“I think I’m okay.” Lily managed to gasp, rocking her hips against him urgently. Jacob sank his cock in a little deeper, a quiet growl escaping into the kiss as he pulled his mouth away, staring down at her. “You’re sure?”

Lily gritted her teeth as she felt him burying his cock in even deeper. She felt like she was being split in two, stretched and overfilled. Her nails dug into his shoulder and she gasped as she started to really get used to the way he felt buried inside her, trying to rock her hips against him all over again. “Yeah, yeah. Fuck.” she moaned out, “so big.” 

“I’m not hurting you, right?”

“No, fuck no. Feels so..” Lily met the deep and steady drives he made into her tight and dripping cunt with her own thrusts eagerly, “So good. Fuck.”

Jacob slowed to an almost stop, she was so tight around him, it felt too damn good. His fingers dug into her hips and he growled quietly as he slammed her up and down his massive cock, panting next to her ear in quiet and filthy growls, “You’re so tight, fuck. Feels so good to bury my cock in you.” 

Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she moaned louder and louder, the table creaking quietly beneath them and making them both pause and eye the table, then each other. “Maybe we should move this to the couch.” Lily muttered, giving a soft laugh as she caught her breath for a few seconds. Jacob scooped her off the tabletop and went to step out of the dining room and into the living room. Lily’s back met the wall as Jacob’s mouth buried in hers all over again and he started to fuck into her slowly, making her moan and whimper and bite down on his neck as she begged for more. “On second thought, this… Oh fuck it feels so good, baby. So good. Don’t stop.” 

Jacob slipped her legs over his forearms and started to fuck into her harder and faster, feeling her clench around his cock as he slammed into her throbbing G spot again and again. Her nails danced down his back and from the way her mouth kept latching onto his neck, he had no doubt in his mind that tomorrow, he would not be hiding the marks left behind. Then again, neither would she, because he’d definitely left marks of his own. He felt her tense up and chuckling into her mouth he asked quietly, “Are you getting closer, baby girl?”

“So close. So close.” Lily gasped into his lips as he continued to pump in and out of her, the sound of their sloppy kisses and quiet moans and growls breaking any silence in the room. “C’mon, Lily. Let go.” Jacob coaxed as he felt himself getting closer too. “Wanna feel you, princess.” 

“ -oh fuck. Oh yeah, that’s it.” Lily moaned as he slammed against her g spot all over again, and she felt her orgasm shatter through. Her walls clenched his cock and Jacob’s thrusts became erratic, skin smacking loudly against skin as he fucked them through their orgasm, holding her against him and kissing her all over the face as they both tried to catch their breath. He nipped at her ear and muttered quietly, “Are you okay?”

“If you’re going to carry me around a little while, yeah.” Lily teased gently, catching the corner of his mouth with her own as their stomachs both growled noisily. “But I am kinda hungry…”

“Me too.” Jacob chuckled against her mouth, his forehead pressed against hers as he kissed her again, tender and deep.

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ALEX AND ADELE FOR THAT SHIP MEME

@outfromthesea

where was their first date ?:  alex and adele’s first date was at a fancy ass restaurant with meals that cost like hundreds of dollars. it made alex uncomfortable as fuck because he honestly isn’t that guy and was only really trying to impress adele since she seemed like she deserved that type of date. but he began to notice that adele looked uncomfortable, too, so when he noticed that he brought up the two of them leaving the restaurant to go grab a beer and a burger from a pub. she was quiet at first but then she agreed and they ended up enjoying themselves a lot better.

what my muse would do to cheer your’s up: alex would make her some coffee or tea. he'd then sit beside her and either talk to her about random things, or he'd read to her. the things he'd read to her are probably cheesy girly magazines since you said she liked those. like Alex thinks they're garbage but he'd do anything for her, including read them. same goes for bad romance novels. he wouldn't care for them, but he'd read them to her cause he loves her. the things he be doing for love, i guess lol

who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?: both of them for sure. in the beginning, not-so much Alex. his wife wasn't affectionate at all and wasn't really a fan of kissing and holding hands at all, and truly wasn't affectionate in general. so, in the beginning, Alex assumes that maybe adele is like that, too. well, you know, until he wakes up with her kissing up his neck and jaw. and as it continued as a thing when they spent tonight with each other, he ended up waking her up with kisses too - and occasionally (with her permission) would wake her up with oral. 

who would pour water on the other to wake them up ?: lmfao God adele. It's probably a joke on between her and Fletcher on April Fools Day, since Alex and Fletcher prank each other on April Fool's Day, and Fletcher would want her on his team since she is mom now. Mom must defeat dad in the prank war. She MUST

how my muse would wake your’s up: usually Alex gently nudges Adele awake after he's been up for around thirty minutes making breakfast and coffee. We haven't talked about whether or not she's easy to wake, but if she isn't he probably tickles her awake cause he's a little shit. But also he's seen that method work with people in the past. 

who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?: I'm imagining him and adele baking for a fundraiser at fletcher's school. They start off talking and being serious about it, but after the third dozen of cupcakes and cookies, they're a bit in a daze from tiredness and it being around two am. so one of them ends up throwing flour at the other and it turns into an all out war that ends up with them making out on the counter, fletcher walking in going "we you have a room" and them laughing so hard they cry,

who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?: i don't know if adele does pot but Alex would do this lmfao. He's pure chaotic energy for a lawful type

who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?: adele said it first. they were playing put put on a date and were having a deep conversation by a statue of the Eiffel Tower and she just blurts it out. Alex is completely shocked and opens and closes his mouth to say something, but he fails to say anything for a bit cause nothing about that moment seemed real. Why? Well, before then he knew Adele would say it, he knew he loved her, and he just wasn't sure if he was rushing things by saying so. So when she said that she loved him, he couldn't believe it. But after a look of disappointment from Adele, he grins at her, hugs her, and tells her while he hugs her that he loves her back, and it's really cute - which is weird from mr srs business

who would get into a physical altercation over the other ?: omg even though Alex is a missing person's detective he isn't afraid of breaking the law from time to time. I can see the two of them going for a walk downtown after a date, and some guy grabs her ass an laughs. Adele is offended by it and tells Alex, who stops him and insists he apologize. The guy makes a disgusting comment, and Alex just decks a bitch because just disrespected his woman when he could've just gone and minded his own business. Also like he bets this causes the guy to avoid touching ANYONE without their permission 

who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?: adele, maybe? Alex already has a labrador retriever and a parakeet,  so it never occurs to him to get a new pet. But then Adele and Fletcher bring up the idea of buying another animal, and at first he's conflicted, but since he's weak for his wife and son, he says yes lmfao they even get the pet the next day because he doesn't want them to wait

who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?: idk kayla you tell me. I don't think Alexander really makes much noise un bed? So maybe Adele? But he does make noise sometimes. Just not always cause he'd rather hear her

who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?: Alex. He's a fucking daredevil. 

who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?: no one, he thinks that's a boner killer.

what is their shared, favourite kink ?: Listen Kayla, I want to say something saucy but we haven't discussed this so I truly do not know.. Also alex ain’t sayin shit

describe their typical kiss: their kisses  are usually short, yet passionate, depending on how busy they are, what they're doing, and whether or not they're relaxing 

how my muse shows their love for your’s: simple things like telling her he loves her. leaving her breakfast and coffee out when he has to go to work early. Telling her how wonderful she is. Nose kisses. When he wraps his arms around her and kisses the side of her neck.

their favourite ways to give affection: nose kisses and forehead kisses are Alex's go-tos. That and wrapping his arms around her and kissing up her neck 

who is more dominate ?: Alex but this isn't Marty and Aurora lmfao 

who sings in the shower ?: Adele and Alex thinks it's cute. Sometimes he'll stand by the bathroom door while walking by just to hear her sing. He acts like he didn't hear whenever she comes out later on.

who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?: Alex washes Adele's hair and he enjoys the sensations he gets when Adele arches back as he moves his fingers. It is extremely sexy to him.

who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?: Alex because she looked so please and it looks hot so ofc he has to have sex with her. He'd lose his mind otherwise lmfao. Think of her like that ALL day

who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?:  none of them idk?

who has the weirder taste in music ?: idk Alex listens to anything, so maybe him? idk him too well

who would initiate dancing in the rain ?: Adele does. Their car probably shut down by a field somewhere and it rains. Adele gets this really sweet idea to dance in the rain. Alex thinks she's joking, but when he realizes she's not, he thinks it's a fun and romantic idea. They end up kissing while they dance in the rain 

who would be the one to suggest marriage ?: Alex. Holy shit, he fell fast and hard 

what would they name their children ?:  If they have a girl something soft ! But idk

who would their children take after more ?: Maybe both of them?