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#THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR FIC WITH THE FANDOM I ATE IT LIKE A BIG BOWL OF WARM SOUP
bluesmoth · 2 years
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They settle and the vet rocks them, a hand playing with the braids in Warriors' hair, hums and it's okays getting kissed into his bangs.
hey so carved  //  hollowed    by @quirkle2 made me feel emotions. hello linked universe nation
#SO AJRHBGKAJRHBL#IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR. HOURS#i made 90% of this while on my pain meds so if you see any mistakes no u dont <3#im SO soft for them jay you have NO idea#saw you posted a 20000 word warriors hurt/comfort fic and went OH??????? like a cartoon character#this is the first time ive ever completed a comic page too!!!  man. csp frame borders were an Experience#BUT JFSBKLAHBRLAK ANYWAY#THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR FIC WITH THE FANDOM I ATE IT LIKE A BIG BOWL OF WARM SOUP#your warriors literally lands so perfectly into my Circle of Characters That I Deeply Enjoy and i love him :)#i want good things for warriors. he can have some hurt/comfort. as a treat. good for him. thank u op for my life#lu warriors#lu legend#linked universe#also i loved the part in the fic where they go to wars' era and so much of it is just so unwelcoming to him. like....#his house doesnt feel like his. his 'friends' (artemis n impa) dont feel like friends. his people arent his people. not really#and knowing that later down the line he'll be completely disowned and banished really puts it all into perspective that#maybe it was his home once. maybe when he was a child and his mother was still alive to take him by the hand and show him the warm parts#of his era. but she's long gone. and maybe the warmth went with her too. the last of it stored in his scarf.#so he'll have to find that warmth somewhere else. glad that ledge and the others can be that warmth for him. god damn#feeling emotions in this chili's tonight..... im....... Oh My God...... could ramble about this All Night#thank you quirkle :)#this is the first fandom/non oc-related thing ive drawn in years. hallelujah#i am. so tired KARJBGALKJRBLKA#GOOD NIGHT LINKED UNIVERSE NATION#blues draws#maybe that can become a more regularly used tag! perhaps. perchance to dream
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lilikags · 9 months
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໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა just a little note...
! not in any particular order...
my beloved big sister @actuallylgp,
it's hard to envision a morning without seeing a "Gm Qian" from you; i look forward to it every day (i'm really being serious here). when i feel lost, i think about talking to you (about anything really, it helps my mind clear) and seeing you around just makes me really happy! i love you <3
my dearest ate @yumetokashite
you've been here with me for so long, and it's strange to think about just how much i've changed (for the better!) in the time that you've stuck with me. you cheer me up so well, I hope we stick together a long time
for my twinsie @runanadwiddles,
i've never seen anyone more "twinsie" than you. if there's a small group of people i can trust to show the parts of me i hide on instinct, you're part of it. it's always very 🤝 with you, and i hope we have so many more "brain connected" moments ♡
to teddy bear dearest @hasumilvr,
squishes yuo. thank you for being there for me all the time, thank you for reading my stories. just looking at our chats in the middle of class when i'm stressed out helps me calm down, i hope you know this cabby cares for you a lot
dear alkakurei's favorite @rinnelovebot ,
i find your dedication absolutely admirable. seeing you alive and kicking and being able to see you every day brings me so much; thank you for being there always
for my favorite penguin @sleepypengwin,
if there's someone to react to a message, it's you. thank you for supporting me (and of our) silly rambles, and thank you for sending all sorts of silly insta reels and liking my stories and talking to me on insta... you make me feel less lonely in the world
fucking clown pt 1 (ily) @baeshijima,
where would i be today without you... (dead, in the ditches) sharing devastating thoughts (fic ideas far too good) with you is something so special to me. i hope to bring you more devastating news going forward 🫶
fucking clown pt 2 (ily) @aimixx,
you too saved me from the ditches of hell; thank you for listening to my troubles and being with me through the worst times of my life thus far. when you're offline, I wish you were online so I could bother you, it brings me peace knowing you're online
for my big sis spirit @spiriteddreams,
there's no one else who has provided as much guidance to me as you have; thank you for being my most trustworthy opinion in the topics we talk about most. i'm incredibly grateful that we get to talk, i feel like you've helped me see a better side of reality
to the one who fuels my yume thoughts like no other @yumejo,
do you know how much i kick my feet like a maiden in love when I see your writing??? (i admit that is what i am for my yumes though) your writing makes my heart jump places and sends me to a magical land. thank you for listening to all of my yume rambles, silly thoughts and all of the strange things this girl (me) has to say
my dearest kuya @marifart,
once and forever my kuya ♡ you're so real and i always know i can be so real with you. you're so true, it's so easy to be comfortable around you.
to whom I have not divorced yet @neoxsanctuary ,
քʟֆɖօռȶɖɨʋօʀƈɛʍɛ it's hard for me to wrap around just how long we've known each other. we've been through the hell of a thousand fandoms and far too many situations. thank you for being there (insert the tomoya gif I always use)
for the best little sib ever reze @solaaresque
you make me insane (pos) i'm always proud of you, i think you're so cool and have so much ahead of you. i am and will always be happy to be your ate, thank you for your silliness
for the silly i talk to on the bird app every day @shirokururu,
who else would I talk to on that very blue app. thank you for listening to my rambles on countless manhwa you have never seen before and responding to the bazillion tweets i send... ♡
[this post is scheduled]
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@moonykat asked: First of all CONGRATS ON YOUR FIC-AVERSARY!!!!! ✨✨✨✨✨ You've been blessing all of us with your talent all this time, this fandom wouldn't be the same without you!!!!! 💕💕💕 Can I request some Wakanda Stucky, this line is from a song in Spanish called 'Eres' and translated it goes like this 'You are. When I wake up, the first thought I think about, that's what you are. What my life lacks when I don't have you, that's what you are. The one and only precious thought in my mind.
Kat!!! I was about to answer your ask/prompt but stupid tumblr ate my draft 😥... Anyway, thank you so much and right back at you! Thank you for being here and sharing your beautiful art with us 💚💚💚
Here's a sweet and spicy ficlet for you (though I may have mixed up the cinnamon and the angst ...)
how I loved you? like this, 0,8k, M
Read it on AO3
or under the cut
you sure about this?
He leaves his heart in a cryo tank in the royal palace; it’s been frozen for a long time anyway.
the best thing—for everybody
The guest house sits in a speck of a village straddling the bounds of the capital—it reminds him of a home in another century; he stays there until Natasha comes for him.
just a kid from Brooklyn
They hit the Raft in the gray hours before dawn and leave behind one guard in a cell, strapped into the straitjacket—a message.
too dumb not to run away from a fight
They cross the globe—Singapore to Cuba to Istanbul to La Paz—being chased and chasing, rumors and intercepted whispers.
not sure I’m worth all this
The inconspicuous flip phone he carries dings like clockwork, marking another week—minor breakthrough, adjusting the process, just a little while longer; outside the flimsy window screen he hears another city bustle, come to life for the night, and wishes he could lose himself in it, stumble through the streets with the same heedless abandon. 
you always stand up
He sees ghosts of the dead and the living—on street corners, through a tea shop window, in the rear-view mirror of a borrowed truck; he does a double take and they’re gone.
I can get by on my own
Sam sits with him on a moon-drenched rooftop in Beirut and listens, while he fumbles with words that are too big and too small and doesn’t end up really saying anything at all.
thing is—you don’t have to
Wanda learns how to tune out their nightmares while they sleep.
he’s my friend
It’s a Tuesday in the middle of the Siberian winter and his hands grow numb, unfeeling fingers cracking the screen that reads: It’s done. He’s waiting for you.
till the end of the line
Natasha finds him; they’re in the air within the hour.
There’s a room on the topmost floor of the palace. It is sparse but full of color—the open balcony, a painting, a fiery sunset streaking the walls. A man stands by the open windows, his back to the door. Chestnut hair falls to his shoulders; the left one is wrapped in a blue cloth.
His heart drops and shatters on intricate stone-laid floors. No—it’s the ice that shatters; the heart beats and bleeds.
“How long have you been awake?” Asking hurts, like picking at a scab that’s been infected.
“Month—six weeks, give or take.” The man by the window turns. Bathed in the warm light his eyes are colorless; not shadow but shards of crystal, fractured light spilling through. He’s an idol of serenity—something to be worshiped.
It’s a heady mix of pain and wonder that catches his breath in his throat. “I didn’t know.”
A nod aimed at the floor. “I wasn’t ready.”
The words cut, quick and cleansing, fresh blood pouring from a never-healed wound. His body has moved without invitation; he stops, shakes his head, swallows it down.
“That’s okay, Buck.” You don’t have to be ready, ever. It’s enough that you are.
That name spoken aloud causes something to shift, a flicker of movement behind the glass.
“Steve.” It’s wavering, raw, urgent—everything he feels. 
Bucky takes a step toward him. And another. He’s close enough that Steve could hold out his hand and touch him, feel him as flesh and bone. He is here.
Bucky’s staring right at him. “Stubborn punk,” he mutters. “You ever gonna ask for something for yourself?”
It’s staggeringly familiar; it’s time and space bending and dropping him through a wormhole; it’s a blow to ribs left exposed in a fight.
Steve’s heart lodges in his throat. “How could I?”
Bucky sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose—the gesture too human for such sacred beauty. “Fine. Then do something for me.”
“Anything.” It’s automatic, knee-jerk.
“Remind me.” He takes another step. “How.” They’re chest to chest. “You loved me.” Their breaths are mixing together.
Steve’s eyes sting. If he focuses on that it will stop the world from tilting out under his feet and dropping him into space.
“You don’t remember?”
A smile, then. “Wanna make sure I do.”
He braves a touch. His hands find solid warmth, movement, life.
“Like this,” he says into the nest of dark curls, that secret spot of soft skin, the racing pulse underneath.
“Like this,” he says against bitten lips.
“Like this,” he breathes with eyes closed and foreheads leaned together.
Like this—fabric pulled to the side revealing skin, inch by luxurious inch—like this—eyes travel, followed by fingers, followed by lips—like this—nails clawing in careful desperation, limbs crushing, teeth drawing blood to the surface—like this—the bed a heavenly cloud under his arching back—like this—he spreads himself open, vulnerable, defenseless—like this—urging, begging, praying—like this—fallen, surrendered, branded, claimed—
Like this: a body tucked next to his as velvety blackness falls over the plain.
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milkovski · 2 years
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joy list :)!!!! tagged by @iero @metalheadmickey @mishervellous @energievie @celestialmickey thank you!!! ☀
(emojis do not relate to the items on the list do not rack your brains trying to relate them fejjehr they’re just summery)
🏄 going on a trip with sibling in august to a long-time dream spot!! plus i havent had a really extended vacation in a while so that’ll be great
🌴 reading yall’s writing :) been a while since i have been into something enough that i want to read fanfiction, and the fandom is big enough that there’s a lot of good fic to choose from
🏊 i will copy kam and say summer fruit. summer fruit supremacy i love you raspberries even though you scare me i love you watermelon i love you strawberries blueberries and cherries even though i ate too many of all of these and got sick of them a while back adfsdf. nothing so satisfying as cutting a mini watermelon in half and eating it with a spoon
🏖️ i got into mcr a while back thanks to kam and it’s a lot of fun!! i’ve listened to the same 4 or so artists (6 or so albums) for the last 7 years so adding a new artist (which constitutes several albums and a completely new genre) has been fun. drawing stuff for mcr is fun too. i want to draw a tshirt design and print it just for me :) (and share with friends if they want it). also october show october show october showwww
🐚 four day weekend coming up 🙏
🌊 i have been enjoying that we live in the golden age of television tv shows are so good lol. i also like this spate of thoughtful media in recent years thats all been about how people should be good to each other
🍹 writing (or like, thinking about writing FSDF) has been fun :) horror au i am looking at you. witsbg i will finish you i promise dhdd bc b
🌻 my other sibling recently moved into a new house (very happy for them) and consequently i get to enjoy it on saturdays (designated sibling hangout day) which is nice (for me, bc its a great house)
🍉 I’ve been indulging in purchases recently which is nice. Clothes and shoes! Food etc.
🌺 will echo the sentiment thats been “all you people in my phone” :)
🌦️ my cat is lying on my stomach and purring right now :) (had to lift her up temporarily so I could save the draft of this post on my laptop and finish it up on my phone shhdkshd)
I think everyone and their mother has been tagged already (and other usual reasons) so I won’t tag :)
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ricflairdrip20 · 2 years
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From Co-workers to Lovers (Keith Lawson x Reader)
fandom: knight rider ‘82
warning: smut, +18 content, first time, vaginal sex, overstimulation
Note: This is a fic I wrote in participation to @taixju ‘s summer 2022 collab. Thanks for reading.
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You had just recently gotten a job in Eastside Realty as an accountant. It’s a seasonal job that will last a few months in the middle of the year. They transferred you there to gain experience in a different job field. You’ve worked at a few different places before then, but you aren’t sure what the next step will be when the short-term position ends in the early fall.
Years of studying finally paid off when you received your degree and passed your Certified Public Accountant exam at the first try. You explored different types of careers related to the accounting field, and decided on an accountant position because they don’t require much social interaction.
After settling into your office and organizing your stuff on your desk, you immediately got to work.
You were in your element, preparing your financial statements when a voice appeared out of nowhere.
“Hey there, new accountant.”
Your head lifting up to the source of the voice, a smiling, handsome form of your new co-worker leaning on the doorway with his arms crossed.
“Oh, um, h-hello,” you stuttered, your face heating up as he walked closer to you.
He was 6’5 with long brown hair with blue eyes, sporting a nice black suit with a paisley tie. He has the figure of someone that plays football during his free time.
“I’m Keith Lawson,” he extended his hand out. You returned it with a soft grip and shook his hand, completely flustered by this guy.
For a split second, you forgot your name, but you managed to recollect.
“I-I’m Y/N,” you answered nervously. “Um, i-it’s nice to meet you.”
You two chattered for a bit, before he had to return to his office, which was two doors down. You went back to your work, your stomach in knots as you twirled your hair for some movement.
There’s something about this guy that made your thoughts drawn to him. You shook your head to avoid the distraction for at least a few more hours to get all your work done.
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Over the course of the next few weeks, you two naturally gravitated towards each other. You ate lunch together every day and he’d walk you to your car after work. You also never had an awkward silence. Your feelings towards him were growing gradually stronger, but you weren’t sure if he even shared the same sentiment. You can only hope for now.
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One day, you meet up with your friend Bonnie at a restaurant not far from the estate building. You confide in her about your infatuation with your co-worker, Keith.
“Bonnie!” You smiled as you hugged your friend.
“It’s so good to see you,” She smiled as you both sat down at a tiny table in the middle of the busy restaurant.
“Y/N, what have you been up to? We have so much catching up to do.”
“I know, right?” You smile, with a slight wink.
You see a server making their way across the crowded dining room and wave them over. “Good evening, ladies. My name is Peter and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get for you?”
You both placed your orders, with Peter scribbling it in, before walking off. You turned to Bonnie with a big smile on your face.
“So, what’s new?” Bonnie raised her eyebrows.
“You know how I got that job at real estate as an accountant?” Bonnie nodded. “While I was working, this guy came into my office. He’s so good-looking. I was so nervous I almost forgot my name.”
Bonnie laughed. “What’s his name?”
“Keith, Keith Lawson,” you replied. Bonnie sat up a bit, her expression changing into a surprise.
“He sounds familiar…” Bonnie mumbled, as she merely stared at one spot on the table as she tried to recall the name.
“You know him?” You asked curiously, to which the design engineer nodded.
“Yes, he has been RC's friend since childhood. According to him, he’s like a protector. He’ll save you for any trouble.” That made your chest flutter. You can only imagine him being there for you whenever an unpleasant situation arose.
You two chatted for the next couple hours as you sip on your beverage, talking about Keith, work, personal life and laughing at Michael’s occasional shenanigans.
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The following week, you were preparing a balance sheet when Keith walked in your office, with a grin on his face. You looked up, content that he appeared in your presence. You had a long day dealing with financial issues and you are looking forward to going home. Or better yet, spend some time with the tall realtor to take your mind off the troubles.
“Oh, h-hey, Keith,” you stammered. You are usually a shy person, except around your closest friends when you’re a little more social.
“I had been thinking, and I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me this Friday night,” Keith suggested. You blushed and you nodded your head meekly.
Keith gave his toothy smile and said. “Great, then it’s a date.”
Your brain malfunctioned and you felt your face heats up. You were speechless, but all you knew is that you want to be on a date with Keith Lawson.
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By the end of your temporary job period, you and Keith had established a relationship, but hadn’t gone further than kissing. Normally, it wouldn’t sit with you quite well, given it’s between two co-workers. But you were just about done with the employer and had just applied for a position in an accounting firm, so there’s no harm in that.
You and Keith ate dinner together at a Cantonese restaurant and found yourself hand-in-hand at his one-room apartment complex. You both stopped at his door to look at each other.
Keith is the most attractive guy you have ever met. From the moment you first laid eyes on him, you sneak glances at him every chance you get. You were really nervous the first time you went out with him but you two made a connection.
He leaned in, gently grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours, making it a few times now. As he broke the kiss and escorted you to his room, you were nervous as he removed his jacket. Keith asked you if you’re okay with going for it, which you nodded. You bit your lips as he unfastened his necktie, and tossed it on the floor where his jacket is. He put both hands on your shoulder and jerked his head toward the bed, beckoning for you to lay on your back. You sat down and lied down, adjusting until you’re in the middle, with Keith following suit, crawling between your legs up to your neck.
He placed his mouth on your neck and started kissing it. You sighed as he slowly ran his right hand from your neck to your shoulder and down to your hip. He lifted your left leg to better position you before unbuttoning and peeling off his shirt, tossing it on the floor. You stared at his hairless chest, just chiseled enough to tell his distinguished athletic history. You grazed your finger down his chest, flustered that the man you were drawn to is getting intimate with you.
Keith then took the hem of your shirt and looked at you, as if nonverbally asking you if you’re ready for that level. Nodding, you nervously removed your shirt, and covered your bare chest. He assured you that you’ll be fine as he gently moved your arm from blocking the view.
After removing the rest of the attire, your breathing started to get quicker in anticipation and your face began to heat up. You clutched at his broad shoulders as he spent some time kissing and fondling your neck, shoulder and chest, all the while you manage to refrain your throat from making noises.
Your mouth quivered in nervousness as Keith turned his attention to your lower half of your body and ran his hands down your legs. Your entire body was trembling as he pressed his tip against your entrance, causing you to let out a sharp gasp at the warmth.
“Relax, you don’t need to be so nervous,” he whispered as he rubbed his hard cock against your entrance. Once he felt you naturally lubricated enough, he pushed forward, his shaft stretching your walls widely, causing you to squeeze his shoulders even tighter. He let out a low groan at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. Your eyes squeezed shut and your toes curled at the new sensation, wincing at the penetration but impressed by his size based on how wide he’s stretching you. Trying with all your might to stifle the noises from coming out, Keith took notice of it anyway and stroked your cheek.
Keith leaned into your ear, whispering, “You don’t need to hold back on the noise. Let them out.” It started off as a quiet groaning before it turned to whimpering as he slowly thrusts, before gradually increasing his pace. At one point he thrusted a bit too fast, which emitted a sharp gasp from you.
“E-easy,” you stammered, to which Keith obliged and placed a gentle kiss on your lip. You really appreciate Keith taking his time with you as it was the first time for the both of you. He remained slow and steady until you gained your confidence and ceased your trembling. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, signaling him that you’re ready for him to go faster.
As he thrusted faster, you felt his tip making contact with your cervix. You let out a sharp gasp at the heat as you buried your face in his shoulder.
By now, you both became more comfortable in your position, lips parted letting out heavy pants and moans. Your legs unwrapped themselves from Keith’s waist, leaving him room to thrust into you. Your hands snaked from Keith’s broad shoulders to his back as your head fell back into the pillow as your jaws slacked. You looked at him in the eyes, half-lidded and filled with lust. You absolutely did not want this to end. You felt like you could go on forever, compared to earlier when you were totally flustered by the situation. You know Keith felt the same way as he remained in the same pace and rhythm.
Keith leaned in your ears, whispering, “I-I’m getting close.” In response, you clenched your walls around his shaft, emitting a loud groan from him. He thrusted even faster, making your eyes roll back as you felt yourself getting closer to climax. Your toes curled even tighter and your moans got louder as he continued to pound into you until he climaxed deep inside you. You grunted as you orgasmed over and over as you dig your fingernails into his back, until you both are feeling the burning sensation from overstimulation. He ceased his thrusting and you both were panting heavily with a lewd expression on your faces.
You whimpered slightly at the emptiness when Keith pulled out of you as he looked at you with a sheen of sweat over his face.
He wiped the sweat off your forehead with the palm of his hand and pushed your damp hair strand from your forehead. He kissed you deeply as he whispered sweet nothings in your ears before laying on his back. You followed suit, wrapping your arm around him and rested your head on his chest as you both drift off to sleep.
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AO3 Name: LadyReisling
Thank you SO MUCH for writing for me. I know I’m going to love whatever you come up with! I truly appreciate the time and effort you are going to put into this. PLEASE do not stress over it; I am really very easy to please and just looking forward to seeing what you come up with. I’ve jotted down some basic prompts here, follow them or don’t--the choice is yours!
Style Stuff:
Girl power/competency is absolutely my greatest kink. I also have a decent-sized hair kink and love hair-touching/stroking/brushing, etc. I like friendship in love, equal partnerships, ass-kicking females, friends to lovers, grudging respect that becomes not so grudging, fluff and cuteness, light angst (angst over the perfect gift, for example), caretaking, hairbrushing, cuddling and tender kissing, blanket/bed-sharing in a totally platonic way, all the non-sexual intimacy and tenderness, late-night talks, letters. Tenderly-described safe touch makes me squee. I don’t mind sex so long as it’s consensual between adults, well-written, driven by emotions, and true to character. My favorite AUs are coffee shop and library.
My A03 bookmarks are pretty heavy on MCU and Hamilton, my two latest obsessions. I love mission fic/casefic, adventures, unwinding/caretaking after a mission, celebrations, and all the happy things.
I adore setting detail and good descriptive writing. Fall and winter ate is absolutely my favorite seasons--so perfect for walks, crisp air, toasted marshmallows, apple orchard trips, cider and donuts, colorful leaves that crunch underfoot, hay rides, cozy sweaters, knitting, lazy weekends, bonfires (or fires in fireplaces) new pens and notebooks, etc, ice skating parties, hot drinks, etc. I also love holidays and celebrations--all of them equally, so whatever feels natural to you and the characters is great. Cultural descriptions and events are fabulous, as well as seasonal details. I’ve been blessed to grow up and live my entire life in a place with four distinct seasons, and as long as I’m not driving in them, I actually adore blizzards and being snowed in. If you happen to live in a place where you don’t have seasons, I’m sorry! But pull up some Google images and describe away and I’ll love it. In general, I find myself really in the mood for fluff and humor and softness these days.
Dislikes:
D/s relationships, PWP, A/B/O dynamics (I don’t understand how these work), dark/dystopian or supernatural AUs. Please no kidfic.
Hard Squicks:
Please no rape/non- or dub-con, underage, graphic violence, suicide or self-harm, depression, or non-canonical character death. All of the above are major triggers for me.
Specific fandoms and prompts:
Schitt’s Creek: David/Patrick, David/Patrick & Stevie:
I’m not done with this show but OMG I adore it. “Grad Night” is the episode I go back to when I’m feeling down because I love the chemistry between these three in particular. I love Steve’s sass and how David and Patrick play off each other and bring out the best in each other. Give me all the seasonal dirt on Rose Apothecary–fun classes, gift boxes that have to be sourced and tested, floor picnics by a hella tacky fake fireplace that someone appropriated from Roland and Jocelyn, that time the heat goes out at home and they cuddle for warmth. The town’s midwinter festival or Valentine dance gets hilariously out of hand. David and Patrick have a fight just before Valentine’s Day and Stevie intervenes with quiet, earnest snark.
The Baby-Sitters Club (TV):
This is one of the first series that my grade school voracious reader self devoured when I was a kid and the modern TV adaptation made me sigh with nostalgia and squee with delight. I’m very OTEveryone here and would love some babysitting shenanigans or something with all the girls working together on a big community project for Valentine’s Day. Or, does the club do some sort of secret Galentine/Palentine exchange or a club slumber party? Does Janine pop in with a boring history of the real St. Valentine and the girls are just all about the candy and silly gifts? Does someone have a secret admirer? Play hard in the Stoneybrook sandbox and I’ll love it.
MCU: Steve/Peggy, Kate/Yelena, Kate & Matt Murdock
Look, no one is as surprised as me about how much I adore the MCU and all of its denizens, but these are some of my faves. For Steve/Peggy, I’d love something set during the war, like maybe a coffee date while Steve is still a performing monkey with the USO or when he’s just gone from monkey to soldier. My favorite Agent Carter episode is the one where Peg teams up with the Commandos, so bring them in too if you want. WWII is my favorite time period, so I’d love some good setting and historical detail with this pair.
For Kate/Yelena: Banter. All. The. Banter. A grudging team up that becomes not grudging. Fake dating that becomes more? Undercover as a couple? Doing absolutely everything to avoid going undercover as a couple but they have to anyway? A friendly training competition gets REALLY friendly?
For Kate and Matt: I feel like they had a connection before Kate became Hawkeye. Did Matt do legal work for Kate’s family’s business when he was an intern? How do they meet and team up? Does Kate get in a tight spot while Clint is away at the farm and run to Matt for help (however reluctantly)? How much help is Matt in improving Kate’s hand to hand skills? Does she moonlight as a receptionist/paralegal to make extra money or when they need to meet up to trade intel?
I know I’m going to love whatever you write. Thanks so much, in advance!
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kattwritesuwu · 3 years
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Can I request a Clingy!monsterTom x Depressed!Reader? Maybe with cutting and suicidal thoughts?
I sure can!!! I LOVE angst!!!!!
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Fandom: Eddsworld
Character: Tom
Reader: Depressed
Fic type: Comfort/angst
Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING: This WILL heavily mention suic/de, blood, and perhaps other triggering topics, read at your own risk!!
Notes: People, I'm not trying to make depression and similar illness romantic, this is simply for comfort.
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I hate everything.
Well, not everything, but the majority, y'know? Everything just...sucks. Life in general, it's all terrible.
People are terrible. Sure, I've found a few choice people that aren't the bane of my existence, but even they have their flaws.
Am I saying that I'm some heaven sent angel? Hell no I'm not. I'm just as terrible if not more! I hate everyone, including myself.
Am I lying? Yeah. Do I have a crush on someone? Yeah. Am I gonna do something about it? Nope.
Why should I? It's not like I'll be here longer anyways...
I'm planning to kill myself.
Am I scared? Kind of. But at this point I don't care. I'm always scared anyways. Always on my guard around people.
Most people don't know the fear and pain of constantly feeling...numb.
It's not like I never feel anything, it's just so rare. My most common emotion is pain. I just want to curl up in a ball and die. But all I can ever being myself to do is cry, and even that's a rare occurrence at this point.
I feel so alone.
Friends? Yeah I have a few.... they're all a bit odd in their own way. Can't complain though, they're like family to me.
My real family? Not many immediate ones, plus, I moved to England five years ago. They called me everyday for the first couple of months. Nowadays, I can barely get a text back... I get that they have their own lives in their respective country, but man, it just makes me so cold-feeling...
I guess where I was going with this, is that I'm scared. Not of my inevitable death, but everything else.
I'm scared of anything and everything now that I think about it. I don't exactly mean common fears they talk about in elementary school, I'm talking real world problems.
I'm scared of failure, not sure why. I've failed enough in my life....it shouldn't even faze me at this point.
Im especially scared of people.
My friends? Yeah them too. What if I make a fool of myself and they think I'm an idiot? What if I make the wrong move, and they hate me? They probably hate me enough as it is...
That why I won't confess to Tom. He'll hate me afterwards. There's just no point in ruining something for nothing in return.
These were the thoughts that ran through my head as my arms and legs were sliced up by a blade driven by my own hands. It's wasn't like it hurt. All it really did was sting, I'm just that used to being hurt, I suppose.
As I was wrapping up my little 'session' I heard a knock on my door,
"(Y/N)! You in there? It's dinner time! I made breakfast for dinner!" A British accent leaked through my door.
I didn't scramble around at the thought of him walking in, my door was locked after all. It's not like I'm that stupid.
" I'll be there in a few minutes, Edd." I spoke back in a raspy voice, not bothering to yell. Edd has good ears, he can somehow hear a whisper from across the house.
It takes me a minute or two to get up and walk into the bathroom that connects to my room. I stumble a bit with the loss of blood.
Once I get in there I take a quick shower, just barely long enough to stop the bleeding and make it appear as if you just took an actual shower.
Once I get out of the shower, I slip on my (favorite color) hoodie.
That was an easy part of hiding my self abuse. Everyone in the house wore a hoodie of their own designated color.
I also slipped on a longer article of clothing to go onto my legs. Couldn't let them see my thighs either.
Once I finished the rest of my cleaning up, I headed out of my little bathroom, and in front of my door. I took a deep breath, put on a smile, and walked out.
I got about halfway down the stairs before a screech startled me, causing me to trip a bit,
" (Y/N) IS HERE! YAY!" The high pitch British scream could only belong to the narcissistic ginger known as Matt.
Once I got my balance back into my feet, I continued down the stairs and greeted Matt with a wave.
" Yeah she lives here, idiot. She's not going anywhere." A deeper voice had spoken, I turned around and Tom was there as expected. I smile shrunk a bit at his last comment.
" Sup (y/n)." You snapped out of your thoughts and responded with a casual 'yo.'
The three of us then heard a thick accent cursing in the kitchen, no doubt it was Tord,
" For jævla skyld! Just let me have the last piece!!"
Sure enough, when we walked into the kitchen, Edd and Tord were fighting over the last piece of bacon. I let out a sigh, and the two boys finally acknowledged our existence. That alone didn't stop their argument though.
I didn't even bother attempting to break up the fight, I never could anyways. Their little fuss always ends one of two ways. Edd steals the bacon from under Tord's nose, or vise versa.
I just grabbed a small portion of food, and sat down.
I knew I would be gone by the end of tonight...but I wanted to taste Edd's cooking one last time.
Something interesting happened, instead of one of the two boys getting the bacon, they halved it and sat down. Of all my four years living in this house with these people, they've never shared their bacon.
Strange.
Dinner wasn't as talkative as it usually was when we all ate at the table. Usually we'd all have a big group discussion about our day, or week. Tonight was quiet, giving me an opportunity,
" Hey, guys?" Each one of their heads turned to me, and Edd signalled me to continue,
" I just wanted to say, thank you." Their brows furrowed but I held out a hand to tell them to let me finish,
" You four have helped me with so much over the past few years. From when you let me live here when I couldn't find proper housing situations, to letting me borrow the car. I just wanted to formally tell you all how grateful I really am. You are truly the kindest people I've ever met." As I went on talking, I realized how bad of an idea this actually was.
I mean, will they get suspicious? I'm just showing gratitude right? It shouldn't sound like a cry for help or anything...
As I snapped out of thought for the fiftieth time today, I notice that all of the boys have some type of smile on their face, even Tom!
Edd was smiling like a proud mother,
Matt was smiling giddily,
Tord had a smug, 'cool guy' smile,
And Tom had the smallest smile that made my heart melt.
I awkwardly continued my fake smile, and sat down.
Conversation continued on as would on a normal night, with the topic being past pleasant memories.
I volunteered to wash the dishes, it was the least I could do. There was only one problem. For some ungodly reason, Tom had insisted on helping me.
I couldn't figure out why at first, untill it dawned on me that he probably needed something from me.
So as I scrubbed the forgetten food off of the ceramic plate, he rinsed and dried them. We did this in silence, aside from the running water. Tom's the first one to break the tension filled silence,
" So, how have you been?" It was such a simple question, I could have simply faked a toothy grin, and said that I was great. I could have thanked him for asking. I could have asked him back.
But I only did one of those things.
" I've been doing just as good as I always do." I reply with a small sad smile. I tear my eyes away from the dish water," How about you? You've been awfully quiet tonight."
He chuckles lowly," Just had a lot on my mind, trying to face some of my problems, that's all." I stop what I'm doing and look over at him,
" Do you want to talk about it? I think the others are asleep already."
Normally when Tom is having any type of problem, he comes to me for advice, or even just for someone to listen to him rant when he's drunk. I even gave him a spare key to my room if he ever needs me while I'm asleep. He's offered the same for me, but I told him that I have a counselor. I try not to lie to my housemates all the time, only when necessary.
He simply shakes his head in response," Nah, this is one I have to deal with on my own," I sigh,
" Alright then, but keep my offer in mind. Just try to remember to see me before I go to bed, I'm...going to bed early tonight. I have something to do tommorow." He nods in understanding.
After we finish the dishes, we say our goodnights,
" I'll see you in the morning, (y/n)." I give one last fake smile,
" Same to you, Tom. Sleep well." I see him nod and walk down the hall as I close my door and lock it for the final time.
I walk into my bathroom and look into the mirror. All I see is a monstrosity of a person glaring back at me.
The bags under my eyes had only gotten worse after the sleepless nights I spent writing my suicide note.
I decided to skip reading over it one last time, I want nothing that could alter my decision at hand here. If I read my dying love letter that's written to Tom, I might stop myself in some kind of silly hope that everything could be okay again. It was too late for all that now.
So, I grabbed my blade that had served me well over the years, and stepped into the bathtub. I didn't cry, I didn't shake in fear of what I was about to do. I sadly smiled instead. As I took my hoodie off, revealing a tank top that no one knew I owned. I set my hoodie softly onto the floor, and turned on the hot water.
I took a deep breath in, and sigh, grabbing my blade and getting to work on my first artery. It took me a couple tries to find it.
But once I did, it started the red tint in the once clear bath water. I took in a shaky breath, adjusting to the dizziness of loosing so much blood so quickly.
At this point I couldn't even hear the bathwater running, everything was muffled.
I reached to turn it off, and a hand was placed onto mine. It takes me a good second to register that there was someone next to the tub, yelling my name right next to my face.
I try my best to focus on who could have caught me. Yet it's so difficult to take in my surroundings at this point.
So as I stare at the person beside my bathtub with fading eyes. I feel pressure on my wound, and see something being wrapped around it.
I start panicking, trying to say no, to let me die.
But I just can't. I just watch as my life is saved against my will.
Suddenly I can see that I'm moving, I can't figure out how until I notice the arms carrying me bridal style to a soft surface. That's when I lost consciousness for the next hour.
I didn't exactly 'wake up' more like fazed into existence. It's like I just gradually became aware of what was around me.
I became aware of the sobs coming from my bedside, and of the pressure squeezing my hand.
I forced my eyes open and tried to sit up. Yet I instantly regretted my decision, pain shot throughout my body. I glance over to my hand and up the....purple arm....
Who is this? Or perhaps I should say, what is this?
It's some kind of...monster? Hybrid? It looked kind of human... I could only see the torso and up. Even then, the arms grew bigger the farther down the arms stretched, and turned a deeper and deeper shade of purple. Horns poked out of the head laying slightly onto my shin, poking me a bit.
" Am-" I hold my throat. That hurt. I clear my throat of the mucus and start again as the unknown monster wakes up,
" Am I dead?"
The monsters head shoots up, and I can't help but recognize the 'eyes' that I've grown to love.
" T-Tom..."
He tries to smile for me, but it twists into a sad frown as his black orbs start to water,
" (Y/n)....(y/n) you're...y-you're okay! You're okay..." He said this over and over again as he cupped my cheeks with his transformed hands.
I grab onto his forearm to steady his shaking. This was starting to scare me.
I had never seen this man shed a tear in front of me, yet alone bawl into my shoulder like he was doing now,
" Tom, it's okay, I'm right here." I whispered this, and many other reassurances into his ear. Confirming to him that it was going to be okay and that, to my displeasure, I wasn't going anywhere.
He seemed to get angry after a few minutes, he ripped himself away from me and took hold of my shoulders,
" WHAT IF YOU WEREN'T RIGHT HERE? WHAT IF I HADN'T OF WALKED IN!! WHAT THEN HUH? YOU WOULDN'T BE RIGHT HERE!!! YOU'D BE GONE!! I would have...lost you..." He slid down the side of my bed as he finished his outburst. He sat crying into his knees.
I didn't know what to do. Is he mad at me? But despite the questions, I acted without thinking.
I began to run my fingers through his hair, almost brushing it. He seemed surprised at first, before he leaned into my touch.
" I'm sorry Tom. I didn't think it would effect you like this..." All was silent for a few moments. Until,
" Why..?" He sniffled a few times before I could respond.
" Why? Why what?" He looked up to me,
" Why would you try to leave me?" I couldn't even bring myself to say anything after that. Tom seemed to sense the frog in my throat, and continued,
" You don't realize, (y/n). You don't realize how special you are. To your family, your friends. I mean bloody hell (y/n)! What about us?! Edd would be heartbroken! And how are we supposed to explain something like that to Matt?" I avoided the possible eye contact and twidled my thumbs in my lap,
" What about me (y/n)? How am I supposed to go on living with myself if you, the love of my life, killed herself?" My mind went blank. He took my hand in between both of his,
" I know this isn't the greatest time for this, but if it'll boost your self esteem even a little bit, I don't care about embarrassing myself. (Y/n) (L/n), I am deeply in love with you, and have been since you moved in. I've loved you since you helped me to bed when I came in drunk all those years ago. I've loved you since you beat my Pac-Man score at the arcade, I acted so mad, but you were just so cute so excited like that... (Y/n)... Please let me help you love yourself by loving you..."
By the time he was done with his speech, I was in tears, a small frown on my face. He seemed to get the wrong idea as he instantly dropped my hand and got up,
" I got the message, I'll just uhm... I'll just g-" I grabbed his hoodie strings and pulled him in for a kiss.
We could both tell that there would be many more to come.
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I'm sorry if it's extremely long, I just love to write angst haha...
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thomotomo · 3 years
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Klaus' surprise (Gender Neutral Reader)
Pairing: Klaus x gender neutral reader
Plot: You just had a shitty day, luckily, Klaus is here to make you feel better.
Words: 1K
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You were coming back from a harsh day at work, completely tired. The day had been quite shitty, your boss had screamed at you because of an error that wasn’t even your fault and the real culprit just watched you taking everything in the face. Adding to that, the customers had been very rude, and someone took the meal you put in the work’s fridge, so you had to take a sandwich in the little supermarket that was next to your work. And as the time was pretty short to eat you didn’t had the time to eat properly.
Luckily for you, it was Friday and you had the whole weekend to sleep and more generally taking care of yourself. You couldn’t wait to find your boyfriend and just spend the night cuddling together. You opened the door and closed it quickly once you were inside. Once you put your coat on the hanger and took off your shoes, you noticed that the house was oddly quiet.
“Klaus? I’m back!”
You heard the sound of feet quickly coming toward you and your boyfriend appeared, a big smile present on his face.
“(Y/N)! How are you sweetheart? Did you have a good day?”
You smiled softly and went to kiss him on the cheek.
“Hello love, the day was… tiring but I’m slightly better now that I saw you.”
“I’m sorry you had a bad day, but it’s not the time to think about that anymore! I have something for you!”, he grinned, the smile blinding you. Just by seeing him you were able to feel better already, you were very grateful for this angel to come into your life.
He took you hand in his and dragged you to your shared bedroom. You followed him laughing slightly. Once he arrived in front of the door he turned to face you and said:
“Shut your eyes!”
You did as he said, and he once again took a hold of your hand and brought you inside the room.
“Tadaaaa! You can open your eyes now!”
You opened your eyes and in front you was your bed, full of seemingly soft pillows and a gigantic but equally soft looking comforter. Facing the bed there was your TV Klaus must have moved it from the living room to the bedroom. The bed was so appealing to you, but you had to change from your work clothes first, so you could enjoy it thoroughly. You looked back at Klaus and went toward him to kiss him hard, you felt a small laugh from him, his chest lightly vibrating against yours.
“I take that you like my surprise?”
“Yeah! That’s awesome, you’re the best! B-But why did you do that?”
“I don’t know, do I need an excuse to spend a great night with my partner that I love very much?”, he said while covering your face in kisses.
“Aww… You’re such a softie, that surprise is so sweet I love you so much. Thank you.”, you said as you kissed him hard.
“You’re welcome (Y/N), I love you too honey! Now take your place on that royal bed of ours!”
“But wait, I have to change from my clothes, I’ll take a shower too, so we won’t have to move later.
“Of course honey. During that time I’ll order some food, is pizzas good for you?”
“Always!”
He smiled and kissed you once again, leaving you so you could take a shower. You went into the shower, taking off your clothes and opened the hot water so it could heat before you start your shower. During that time you turned on your phone, turning on (Fav song) and slided inside your shower, sighing when the hot water touched your body.
It was such a bliss to feel something so comforting and refreshing after such a hard day. You finally could take off the dirt and the sweat you accumulated through the whole day. After rinsing yourself you stopped the shower and wrapped yourself inside a big and soft towel.
You went back to your room and choose your comfort clothes, you heard the front door closing, it was probably the pizzas that had arrived. Though you wondered how long you spend in the shower for them to be able to do and deliver the pizza.
When Klaus appeared with two boxes of pizza you thought that it didn’t matter that much, you were about to spend a wonderful evening with your lover. You both went on your bed, bringing a table to the feet of the bed, so you could put the pizzas on it.
“So what did you took?”
“I took raclette and the other is 4 cheeses.”
“You’re the best Klaus!”
His cheek turned a lovely pink as you grinned at him. You start to dive into the pizzas, first choosing the raclette one. Such a greasy meal was pretty comforting, and you couldn’t help but moan at the taste. Klaus looked at you with a little smile and winked.
“I hope you’ll do the same noises tomorrow.”
You coughed and laughed once you found yourself able to breath correctly once again.
“Do those kinds of innuendos when I’m not eating, or you’ll find yourself with a corpse!”
“ Mmmh… Are you sure it’s not because you’re getting flustered and you don’t want to admit that?”
“Shush and eat your pizza!”, you felt your blood rushing to your cheeks and decided to stuff your mouth with pizza. He laughed at you and finally ate his pizza.
After finishing half of both pizzas, you decided to put a movie and discussed for a while to choose which movie to watch. In the end you both agreed to watch a TV show, Hannibal. You finished the pizzas and then both of you slipped under the cover, snuggling together to keep yourself warm.
Klaus nuzzled your hair and kissed the top of your head. You smiled softly  and kissed his neck. He hummed and tried to get even more closer than you.
After a while you both fell asleep with a smile on your lips. Klaus was truly able to help you feel better.
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henryobsessed · 3 years
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Baby Boy Henry - Chapter 36
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Word Count:1652
Warning: non
Chapter 36 The very moment the word left her lips it was like a match had been lit. People moved from every direction, happy chatter, and hustled movements until it was just Henry and Marnie left still gazing at each other. Standing up, Henry pulled Marnie into his arms, “Thank you. Thank you for saying yes.” They held each other for but a moment then Judy stepped into the room. Clearing her throat, she said with a cheeky grin, “Well, Henry, your transportation has arrived. We will see you soon.”
He turned his face towards Marnie kissed her on the forehead and whispered, “See you soon.” With that, he swiftly left the room leaving Judy with a mischievous grin on her face.
Both girls giggled at the turn of events. “Ohhh Ma, how romantic and to think we never thought we would get married. But here I am engaged and you about to walk down the aisle.”
The two embraced, hugging each other tightly until Joshie’s voice interrupted from the door, “Mummy, I got a special guest for Auntee Ma.” Both girls turned to look at the doorway as a fun, curly-haired woman bounced into the room running as quickly as she could in her dress to hug the stunned women.
“How?” was all Marnie could ask as Heidi hugged her tightly.
“Henry organised it, he let me know what he was planning and that it might backfire. I just laughed knowing you would say yes.” The energy she brought to the room was infectious and now the three women and Joshie bustled to get ready. Marnie was ready in her silver dress, both her bridesmaids Judy and Heidi were dressed in different shades of burgundy and Joshie had arrived sporting a cute little tux.
Just as they wondered what would happen next, Charlie poked his head in. “Your transport has arrived ladies.” They all followed Charlie out into the hall.
Their first surprise was the coats he handed them, stylish fax fur coats the dark grey complimenting the burgundy and a pure white one to compliment the silver. Stepping out into the cold they were grateful for the coats especially at what was before them. An open horse and carriage waited with four beautiful while mares holding their heads high. It was so regal. Charlie and the carriage owner helped the women and Joshie up into the carriage placing warm blankets over their legs. The five now seated the horseman gave a “giddi up” and they were on their way.
Marnie was expecting a small affair, maybe at their local parish, but the destination was further away. They continued to travel the cold wind painting her cheeks red. As they neared, the building that loomed ahead of them surprised her, and in awe, they pulled into the road leading to Mont Orgueil Castle. The castle was lit against the night time sky, the glow-giving a magical atmosphere. Marnie gasped holding Judy tight. “Am I dreaming Judy? Please tell me am I dreaming.” Her sister also stunned, kept gazing at the magnificent view.
A camera shuttered snapping her out of the stupor. Looking at Charlie who was sitting across from her, his cheeky grin making it almost impossible to be mad at him. “That was perfect, Hank will love that picture.”
They pulled up to the main entrance, where attendants helped them all down from the carriage. Marnie thanked the horseman and walked to the mares caressing them one at a time. “Thank you, precious ones. Thank you.” From the moment Charlie stepped off the carriage she heard the camera clicking away, but from here on in she was going to ignore it. She wanted to savour every moment tonight. Leaving the horses, the Bride and her entourage headed into the building.
She felt like a princess, the building was just as she would expect from a castle. It felt grand and she felt regal, dressed in her silver ball gown the sound of her shoes echoing around the chamber as they reached the ceremony hall. Giggling to herself, she wondered how much of a fool Henry would have looked if she had said no. This must have taken a lot of planning.
Joshie entered the room, as he disappeared, she heard a lone violin begin to play a haunting tune. It whispered to her heart drawing her in, calling to her. One by one they disappeared into the room until it was just her. Breathing in deep she shut her eyes and pictured her prince, his chiselled jaw, cleft chin, the strong arms that had even when he was little made her feel cherished and safe. Then she saw his eyes, his deep blue eyes with the glittering of brown that held her captive telling her it was ok. Opening her eyes, she stepped into the room, it was intimate, with candles lighting the darkness. The small crowd of family members surrounded the altar where Henry stood, Kal sitting proudly by his side. He turned, his eye’s resting on her as the music gentled to a lilting pull, wrapping around her and drawing her towards him.
Each step was like a dream, the candlelight flicking across his face illuminating the sheen of unshed tears in his eyes. She reached his side as the priest said, “you may be seated.” Turning to face Henry he reached out and took her hands. His need to be connected to her, reciprocated by her own sigh of relief. Smiling, her thumb brushed his skin, a gently soothing motion to say ‘I’m here. They turned slightly at the command of the priest as he began to speak to them about the weight of what they were committing to.
She turned back to Henry the rest of the room disappearing as the old priests voice resonated throughout the space, “1 Corinthians 13:4 through 1 Corinthians 13:7 tells us some of the characteristics of true love: Love is not selfish or self-centred. It is kind, humble, forgiving, courteous, not easily angered, respectful, trusting, positive and hopeful. It also gives us spiritual resilience and patience so that it willingly ‘endures all things’ to obey and serve God. So should we strive to bring these attributes to our relationships? To prefer each other, to lift each other up not tear each other down.”
As his voice continued she dwelt on the words spoken. Everything they had gone through, the bizarre circumstances that bought them together, the attributes that they had based all things on were trust, respect, and forgiveness, they had been the cornerstones that continued to support their relationship.
Pulled out of her internal reflection she heard Henry as he said, “I, Henry William Daglish Cavill, take you, Marnie Joy Blackman, as my partner in life. In joy and sadness, in riches and in lack, in health and sickness, big or little, for as long as I hold breath in my lungs.” He smiled at her as Charlie handed him a gold band to place in front of the engagement ring that had only just been given a home.
Smiling and encouraging the priest handed her a card, looking down she saw the vows in a neat script printed for her to read. Holding his gaze she said softly, “I, Marnie Joy Blackman, take you Henry William Daglish Cavill, as my partner in life. In joy and sadness, in riches and in lack, in health and sickness, big or little, for as long as I hold breath in my lungs.” Tears streamed down both their faces as she took his ring from Charlie and placed it on his shaking hand.
The priest’s voice rang clear, “I now pronounce you Husband and Wife you may kiss your bride.”
Tenderly, Henry took Marnie’s face in his hands. Leaning down he touched her lips to his. Pulling back a cheeky smirk replaced the smile as he returned his lips to hers, no longer tender but a passionate kiss that had his family hooting. The exuberant voice of Heidi clamouring above the fray, “Whot Whot! Get a room you two!”
Giggling Marnie and Henry both coloured deep red as they faced their family. “May I present to you Mr and Mrs Cavill.” smiling Marnie bent down and scratched Kals ear “good boy, you were so quiet” Henry laughed “of course he was I think he wanted you as a mummy too” she joined in on his laughter as the three walked down the aisle, quickly ushered into a stunning reception room.
“Henry, this is beautiful,” she whispered as they took in the room.
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Four round tables decorated in white linen with delicate flower arrangements decorated the centres. Candles continued the previous theme, lighting the room and creating an intimate setting. Happy voices followed them in as they were seated at the table of honour. Henry settled Kal at their feet handing him a treat “Good boy, gooood boy,” Henry crooned as Kal happily laid down watching. Sighing Marnie leant into Henry, his arm, wrapping around her shoulders. Contented they watched as the dearest people who held their hearts ate, talked and shared in their celebration. If you asked Marnie what was said that night she could not tell you, the only thing on her mind once they sat was the constant physical contact she held with Henry. His hands never stopped touching her, her shoulders, her hands, and her thigh, a gentle caress away from prying eyes. Leaving her feeling a building heat and need to have him alone all to herself.
A/N Just one more chapter to go, thank you all for sticking with this story as my days have become more and more filled stealing my writing time from me.
Thank you @SillyRabbit81 for your midnight conversations and for helping me see glaring errors.
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august-anon · 3 years
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Tickletober Day 2 - Feathers
I’m so tired and busy lately that I’m proud of a 2-day streak of pre-written fics, what does that say about me lol
Fandom: The Witcher
Ship(s): Geraskier
Characters (lee/ler): Ler!Geralt, Lee!Jaskier
Word Count: 1663 words
Summary: Jaskier seems to have misplaced his quill. He finds himself in a rather ticklish position once Geralt finds it.
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Jaskier hummed a melody under his breath as he wrote out his newest lyrics, inspired by Geralt’s bruxa hunt last week. He added some embellishments, sure (Geralt was so stingy with the details, anyway), but such was the nature of art. Jaskier was sure he’d get Geralt to understand, one day.
His composing was then rudely interrupted by Geralt busting into their shared room, sending the door crashing into the wall. Jaskier held back a wince. He really hoped there wasn’t any damage, there. They couldn’t exactly afford to pay the innkeeper back for it, if there was.
“Must you break every door you come across?” Jaskier asked, tucking his quill behind his ear for safekeeping, ignoring the tingling sensation as he slid it across his skin.
Geralt grunted and dropped two plates full of food on their rickety table, thankfully much more carefully than he opened the door. Jaskier sighed. Geralt was probably so surly because of how rude the local townsfolk had been to them since they arrived, which Jaskier certainly couldn’t fault him for. Even Jaskier himself had been losing his patience with them, which was why he had been upstairs composing instead of downstairs earning some much-needed coin.
For once, Jaskier didn’t feel the need to start conversation. He left Geralt to his own devices as they ate, focusing on his songbook, tapping out beats with one hand and eating with the other. Years ago, he would’ve been worried about staining the parchment with food, but travelling with a witcher rid one of those worries rather quickly. Jaskier had many songbooks tucked away in Oxenfurt that were stained with far worse than a mediocre stew.
It was only after he finished eating that Jaskier decided to go back to jotting down lyrics, reaching for where he assumed he’d left his quill on the table. Only, his quill wasn’t there. He looked up from his notebook to find that it wasn’t anywhere on the table, though he can’t imagine he’d set it down somewhere else, considering he’d not moved since Geralt arrived back to the room.
“What did you lose, now?” Geralt asked, glancing over towards the end table by the bed, as if he even knew what he was looking for.
“My…” Jaskier started, but trailed off absentmindedly as he ducked his head under the table to check the floor beneath it and the chairs.
“Your what?”
Jaskier snapped back into the present, sitting up again. “My quill. I could’ve sworn I just had it before you came in, but I seem to have misplaced it now.”
Geralt stared at him.
Jaskier stared back.
Geralt continued staring, expression slowly shifting from are you serious to are you a fucking idiot.
“What?” Jaskier asked. “Is there something on my face?”
“Jaskier.”
Jaskier reached up to rub around his mouth, worried that perhaps he’d managed to get food stuck to him somewhere. How unattractive that would be! Though, he supposed Geralt could always kiss it off…
But there was nothing on his face.
“I truly have no idea why you’re looking at me like that.”
Geralt huffed out a noise that was almost a laugh, though not quite. He shook his head and reached out toward the side of Jaskier’s head. Jaskier frowned. Had he ruffled his hair so badly while he was working on his songs that even Geralt thought it needed fixing? He really ought to be more aware of it, if he was tugging on his hair that hard. He had an image to maintain, after all.
But Geralt didn’t smooth his hair down. In fact, Geralt’s hand didn’t touch Jaskier at all. Instead, he grabbed onto something just above Jaskier’s ear and tugged.
And Jaskier squealed.
He jerked backwards, nearly toppling his entire chair over with him still in it. The tingly, ticklish feeling was still echoing against his ear and the skin behind it, teasing him and making him want to squirm even though the moment had passed. Rubbing vigorously at his ear and looking up, Jaskier saw his quill pinched between two of Geralt’s fingers.
“My quill!” He said, hoping to distract Geralt from the scene he just made with his cheering. “Thank you, my dear, I--”
“What was that?” Geralt asked.
Jaskier plastered on his widest, most charming smile. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. Could I have my quill, please? I just had an idea for a wonderful set of lyrics”
Geralt stared at Jaskier, then eyed the quill. Then his eyes moved back to Jaskier, settling on his ear for a moment, and then trailing back to the quill. Understanding sparked in Geralt’s eyes, and butterflies began to swarm in Jaskier’s stomach.
“Now, Geralt,” Jaskier said, giving up all semblance of dismissing what had just happened, “let’s talk about this.”
Geralt, never one for talking, lunged.
Jaskier shrieked and scrambled backwards, this time actually toppling his chair and sending himself to the floor. Geralt must have been going easy on him, because even with Jaskier losing precious time to reorient himself, Geralt still hadn’t pinned him to the floor to torment him. He rolled over and crawled away, trying to get his feet under him in the process, but their room was only so big, and Geralt wasn’t afraid to use his mutations to his advantage.
Jaskier barely made it a couple of feet before Geralt pushed him to the floor on his stomach and, oh, this was so much worse than Jaskier was expecting. He should’ve just waited and let Geralt pin him before scrambling away, at least then he would’ve been on his back and been able to at least pretend to fight Geralt off. Now, though, he had no hope of reaching behind his back to protect himself. Maybe Geralt hadn’t been going easy on him, after all, and instead was making a calculated decision on how best to destroy him.
That certainly sounded much more likely.
And it wasn’t as though Jaskier was truly upset with the course the evening had taken. Truly, he didn’t mind being tickled, even enjoyed it sometimes (and he was certain he’d enjoy it if it was Geralt doing the tickling), but the thing was, Jaskier tended to be loud. He squealed and shrieked and squirmed enough to knock over furniture. His laugh was loud, and he had quite the large capacity for it, considering his singer’s lungs.
Oh, Jaskier really hoped they wouldn’t get kicked out of this inn for being too noisy. He really missed sleeping in a soft, warm bed, rude townsfolk be damned.
And then Jaskier heard a rumbling hum above him, the feathery end of his quill touching down on the sensitive skin behind his ear. Instead of making a futile effort to fight Geralt off, Jaskier shot his hands forward to cover his mouth. Normally, he would be wary of leaving his underarms exposed, but Jaskier doubted that a feather’s touch would be able to affect him through both his chemise and doublet.
His following squeals were thankfully muffled by his hands so as to not cause too much of a disturbance, but Jaskier still couldn’t help but squirm wildly. He wiggled where he rested between Geralt’s knees, not sure if he wished that Geralt would straddle him fully so he could be held still or if he wanted Geralt to move completely so that he could escape. His legs were kicking frantically, out of his control, boots making rather loud contact with the chair Jaskier had knocked over as he flailed.
“Are you really this ticklish?” Geralt huffed, and Jaskier swore he heard a smile in his voice.
If Jaskier wasn’t busy trying to keep himself contained, he would be offended at how calm Geralt sounded. He giggled and squealed, yet it somehow didn’t occur to him that he could shake his head back and forth to escape the feather. Instead, he just shoved his forehead into the floor, hands over his mouth, and made increasingly high-pitched noises.
“I suppose that’s a yes,” Geralt said.
Geralt shifted above him and the feather suddenly jumped from behind Jaskier’s ear, to the inside of the shell. Jaskier yelped and his hands flew away from his mouth to pound on the floor. He twisted his head and pressed the tormented ear into the floor, but Geralt simply took that as an opportunity to gently pin his head to the floor and go after his other ear.
Jaskier shrieked and squirmed, but he couldn't escape. His giggles were bordering on frantic as the soft feather teased around and inside the shell of his ear. Even Geralt was beginning to chuckle above him, clearly enjoying himself at Jaskier’s expense.
“Geralt, please!” Jaskier managed to wheeze out eventually, when he felt like the feeling was finally beginning to become too much.
Geralt slid the feather up the back of Jaskier’s neck, making him shiver, before pulling it away completely. He removed his hand from Jaskier’s head, allowing him to raise it again, and Jaskier instantly brought his hand up to rub frantically at his ear. 
Geralt leaned back to give Jaskier some space, but he didn’t lift himself off of Jaskier completely, still kneeling over him. Jaskier decided to take advantage of that, rolling over and wrapping his arms around Geralt’s neck, tugging him down. Geralt went down with a grunt, hands landing on either side of Jaskier’s head, and Jaskier tangled their legs together.
“I thought you wanted to work,” Geralt said, smirking with a raised eyebrow.
Jaskier hummed. “No, no. You owe me love and affection, now. I demand it. Cuddle me, dear witcher, before I perish from a broken heart.”
“And the floor is the most comfortable place for that?”
“Unless you’re planning to carry me to the bed.”
Geralt lowered himself just enough to press a chaste, lingering kiss onto his lips before pushing himself back up. Jaskier grinned up at him.
“That could be arranged.”
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aethersea · 3 years
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you know what, I never do these things, but actually I’ve decided I would like to get to know people better! I would like to partake of the mortifying ordeal! I would like to talk about myself for a bit!
ok for the next...let’s say five days I will answer any of these things that people tag me in, or any random personal questions you plop in my ask box. I don’t have an ask meme on hand but just....pick one you’ve seen recently, or make up questions of your own, and I’ll answer. (the answer might be ‘nope that’s private’ but I will answer.) (@ the anon who asked for book recs - I see you, I’ve been thinking of books all day, I’m going to give you SUCH a long answer, I hope you don’t regret your choices bc it WILL be full of gushing)
alright, let’s go!
🌻 Tag 9 people you want to get to know better
Tagged by @booksandchainmail​
Last Song: I’m currently listening to “Falcon in the Dive” from the Scarlet Pimpernel musical on loop. I watched one or two Scarlet Pimpernel movies when I was just barely too young to fully get what was going on, and the story’s held an odd but deep-seated place in my heart ever since. A few years ago I found out there’s a musical and most of the songs are pretty stellar (go listen to “Madame Guillotine” if you like big ensemble broadway numbers, it’s a banger, the bit where he cries out for God has been running through my mind on and off for a few days now haha not like that’s topical or anything), so every once in a while I spend a few days listening to them a lot.
Sometime last year I read the actual book, and got super into the whole concept of the Scarlet Pimpernel for a while. I plotted out Pimpernel aus for several fandoms, I read the entire wikipedia article, and I went looking for bootlegs of the musical. I didn’t find one, but I did find a full radioplay-style recording of the script, complete with full musical numbers, and listened to it like a podcast.
Reader, I was so disappointed. The play adds some scenes, bc a lot of the dramatic tension of the novel comes from internal conflict and that doesn’t stage super well, and the very first scene of this play – a play written in the NINETIES – features our dashing hero rescuing some aristocrats from a French prison, and then saying to the person in the next cell, who begs for rescue but is not an aristocrat, “We have enough of your kind in England.”
Enough! of your KIND! What in the merry frickety HECK my dudes!! The book has some rather unfortunate™ takes but it is from 1905, it’s regrettable but sadly to be expected. This play is from 1997. It has NO excuse. This scene wasn’t even in the book! What! the heck!
I was so disheartened that I lost my excitement for the play, and a couple songs later I stopped listening. It occurred to me just a few days ago that you could actually stage that ironically, with the person in the cell giving the audience a “can you believe this” look, and then the rest of the play could feature assorted non-aristocratic ensemble members constantly looking at the audience like they’re on The Office. And hey, maybe that’s what they did, or something similar – maybe that was never meant to be taken as a cleanly heroic stance, and the play deals with it in a complex way. It’s possible. I wouldn’t know. Kinda doubt it though, based on song lyrics.
Favorite Color: red, probably
Last Movie: I watched that new lesbian christmas movie with my family for christmas, the one with kirsten stewart and the guy from schitt’s creek. it’s very sweet and good and kinda sad, and I really enjoyed it. it also incidentally has the best gay best friend trope in probably anything ever, bc it’s not a trope (I didn’t realize until several hours after watching that it technically fits), it’s just a guy who is the protagonist’s best friend, and they’re just all gay, and then when he Gives Relationship Advice as a gay best friend always does, it’s advice about how to deal with your partner’s hangups around coming out.
actually every part of the gay best friend trope becomes better when they’re just best friends who are both gay. the big dramatic gestures (in this case, driving some ungodly distance in the snow on no notice) go from “haha how kooky” to “queer man will do anything he needs to to rescue his queer friend from an isolating & potentially triggering situation”. the relationship advice isn’t “honey you deserve some self-respect, treat yourself”, it’s a deeply sincere reminder of the vulnerability that is shared across almost everyone’s queer experience, and look I could ramble about this for a long time before reaching a coherent point but I’m INTO IT, okay? I’m into it.
Last Show: you want me to remember what show I last finished???? impossible, cannot be done, it was a long time ago and the adhd has eaten everything that happened before last week. here, instead I’ll tell you about another movie I watched, late at night with my mom in cozy companionship just a couple days ago. it’s called Quigley Down Under and it’s about a cowboy who goes to Australia and kills a bunch of racists, 10/10 would watch again. it’s from 1990 but it feels much older, with the music choices and the cinematography of a 70s Western. the cowboy is great, honorable and fearless and kind, but the breakaway star of this movie for me is the woman who attaches herself to his side and refuses to leave. her name is Cora, and she’s crazy, in the sense that she’s not altogether tethered to reality, but this never for a second diminishes her agency. she’s fierce and clever and compassionate, and she basically never does anything she doesn’t want to in the whole movie. her arc is about overcoming trauma by taking charge of her own fear and facing it head-on, she is never belittled or dismissed by the narrative or the protagonist, and look she’s just so cool. I love her. she’s so vibrantly alive. her story could probably have been handled with a bit more nuance, but honestly for the 90s it’s pretty great. I’m no expert, but I found nothing objectionable in it, just a bit of heavy-handedness.
anyway the theme of the movie is that racism is evil and racists deserve to be shot, and this too could have been handled better (not a single aboriginal character speaks a single line of english in this movie), but it follows through on that message in every way, while still being a fun kinda campy cowboy movie. overall a very good time.
Currently Watching: started showing my sister Hilda the other day, and she’s liking it! I love that show, it’s so incredibly cute. can’t wait to see season 2
Currently Reading: lmao I wish. lately the brain has firmly rejected all attempts to read anything of any length. currently pending, bc I was halfway through them when my brain stalled out, are tano’s fic What Does Kill You Can Make You Stronger, Too, a Toby Daye book - I think it was The Brightest Fell, I got like half a chapter in and haven’t picked it up in over a month, the Locked Tomb series, and probably a few other things too. ooh! also a book called Making Sex by thomas laqueur, which is my fancy academic reading that I’ve been doing in short bursts for the past year or two when I feel fancy and academic. it’s about the development of the concept of biological sex and of gender in Western society, and it’s fascinating. has among other things introduced me to the idea that until quite recently, fathers were a matter of faith. the mother? yeah, you can watch the baby pop out, we all know who the mother is. but the father? how can you know? how can you really know? we have paternity tests these days, but for all of human history up until now, we've just had to take fatherhood on faith. (not to mention we didn’t even know what fathers were contributing to the production of a fetus. clearly it was something, since you can’t get pregnant without a penis getting involved, but we have literally not known what until the past few decades. and that is wild. it has colored ALL of human history, all of our conceptions of society and family and kinship and gender, all of it, and it hadn’t even occurred to me until it was spelled out for me in this book, and it’s just......wow.
Salty, sweet or savory: for christmas my sister and I made seven different types of cookie, most of them involving chocolate somehow.
Craving: no bc I ate so many cookies. unless sleep counts. or maybe pringles, it’s been many moons since last I had a potato chip and I miss them.
Coffee or Tea: no thank you
Tagging: @coloursisee, @krchy-tuna, @sam-j-squirrel, @xzienne, @mirandatam, @viciousmaukeries, @sepulchritude, @elidyce, and @navigatorsnorth bc it’s been a while since we’ve talked, and I’m super hyped that you’re married now. v happy for you!
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fictionalabyss · 3 years
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No crusts.
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Pairings : Beta!Ash x Omega!Reader
Word count : 1,621
Written for : @spnabobingo​
Square : Love at first smell
Warning : preschool for part of the fic, love at first smell, Au where your mate smells like your favorite memories, baby Ash is super shy. Drinking, playing pool, mention of a supernatural murder & missing person, a bit of fear, Ash feels the need to be protective. Double break is a big time jump.
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He remembers it like it was yesterday. He was, what? Four, maybe five years old the first time he smelt it. He hadn’t wanted to go, fought his parents the whole way, wanted to stay home with his mom. They were standing at the gate, tears in his eyes as he begged her not to make him go inside, and then suddenly the tears stopped. He could smell something, something like he’d never smelt before from another person.
He looked around, searching for it. A girl skipped past him, the smell of fresh baked cookies and peanut butter and jam sandwiches filling his nose as she did. His two favorite things. Her eyes were big and bright, her smile wide as she let go of the hand she held and hurried through the gates without a look back at her parent, and he couldn’t tear his eyes off her.
“Ash?” He looked up at his mother, her knowing smile softening her face. “You ready to go in now?” He nodded. “Go on. I’ll be back to pick you up later.” He started for the gate when she called out to him again and he turned. “There’s cookies in your lunch bag, in case you want to share them with someone special.”
“Thanks mama.” he grinned with a wave before rushing past the gate, into the yard and towards the door.
Inside the building, he saw her again, putting her bag in her cubby. He stood where he was, just watching her. Her scent lingering in his nose. She smiled at other kids who said good morning to her, and he found himself wanting to talk to her too, but not knowing what to say. Then she turned to him and smiled. His whole damn heart melted.
“You must be Ash.” A voice from above him grabbed his attention and he looked up at the woman who stood there with clasped hands and a friendly smile. “I’m Miss Emily. I’ll be your teacher.” Ash looked from his new teacher to the girl he couldn’t stop watching, but she was turned away again, skipping her way into the classroom. “Come on. I’ll show you where you can put your stuff, and then we’ll go inside and meet everyone. I’ll even let you pick the first activity we do today, how does that sound?”
“Do you have clay?” he asked softly.
“We do.” She smiled wider seeing him open up just a little. “Do you like working with your hands, getting them dirty?” Ash nodded. “Then we’ll start with arts and crafts today.”
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When lunch time rolled around, Ash wasn’t sure where to sit, until he saw an empty seat next to the one person he’d wanted to talk to all day. Quickly, but quietly, he moved to the seat and sat in it before anyone else could, not that anyone else seemed to be running for it like he was, but he had to be sure. She looked up at him and smiled again, and Ash ducked his face away, blushing profusely.
She just turned back to her lunch.
It was quiet as she ate, Ash too shy to even look at her. He opened his lunch box and smiled seeing his favorite, peanut butter and jelly with the crusts cut off.
“You don’t like crusts either?” Ash’s head snapped up, surprised she was talking to him. Then he looked down to the sandwich bag that had torn crusts in it. “I told my mom, but she keeps giving me crusts..”
Ash was quiet again, surprised she’d spoken to him and unsure what to say. He looked down at his lunch again, at the snack bag tucked in next to his juice box. Home made chocolate chip cookies that his mother had made last night to cheer him up about going to school. He remembered the words she’d said to him before he went inside.
He slid the small bag over, and she looked up at him again. “My mom made them.” he whispered quietly. “D-do you want one?”
“Really?” Ash nodded. “Yeah!”
The way her face lit up, the way she moved just a touch closer to him, Ash was done for. He happily opened the bag and gifted her the biggest, chocolatiest cookie he had. He watched as she disregarded the rest of her sandwich and bit into the cookie, quick to tell him it was the best cookie she’d ever had.
It was in that moment that Ash decided this, this girl was his best friend in the whole world.
And if he ever took a mate and married, it would be her.
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He’s not sure how many PBR’s he’s knocked back at this point, as Ash leaned over the table and lines up the shot, breathing a moment before taking it. The person he’s playing against grumbles and he laughs as he reaches for his beer. “You should have known better.” he teased.
“Though you were drunk enough to beat this time.”
Ash is about to take another swig when the smell hits him. It smells like home, like his childhood. All his best memories and the past he’d long ago moved on from. The bottle comes down, and he swallows down nothing in particular and turns, eyes on the door. It stands open and he's frozen watching the person standing there.
“You sure you’re in the right place, sweetheart?” someone calls out from a corner table, and Ash feels the need to go over there and deck them when he sees the way you duck your head to hide your face. He’s scared you're going to leave.
“Can I get you anything, sugar?” Ellen calls from the bar, and he’s grateful at the way you look up with mild relief before heading over and take a seat in a stool. He sees the way you hesitate to drink the beer she hands you.
He hasn’t seen you in so goddamn long that he’d almost forgotten. How beautiful you were to him. How great your scent was. The Omega of his damn dreams. He needs to do something, say something, before he loses you again.
“Ellen.” he starts forward, getting the older woman's attention. “It's on me. Her drinks, they’re on me.”
“I can pay for my own drinks.” you try to interrupt, but he just gives Ellen a look, and she nods, walking off down the bar. You’re looking at him now, really looking at him. “You look familiar..”
Ash smiles. “We went to school together once. Kinda had a crush on you.” he chuckled awkwardly.
“Pb&J!” Ash’s smile fell, as he watched your face. “Pb&J and cookies, every day, right? That’s you! You, wow you look so different.” you chuckle. “Ash, I think, right? What are you doing here?”
“I work here.” he smiles. “Well, and live here..” he casually glances around, and he feels almost ashamed at the state of the place. It’s not dirty, not at all, but it’s not exactly pristine. Probably far from what you’re used to.
“That’s cool.”
“What are you doing here? This place ain't exactly your usual dive bar..”
“I-” He sees the smile fall from your lips and you look away. “I was told I could come here for help…”
“Help with what?”
You swallowed. “My dad.. So-something killed my dad, and my brother.. he’s missing.”
“That’s something you should call the police about-”
“No!” you looked at him, fear in your eyes. “They don’t believe me, they think I’m crazy! It wasn’t a person! It was… I don’t.. I don’t know. I’m scared.. I’m so scared.”
“Hey, it’s okay.” He tried to soothe you. “Dr Badass is in.” he gave you a reassuring smile. “I think I know who can help. Best of the best. I’m going to make a call, okay?” You nodded, and he left you to your beer. He was back a few minutes later. “They’ll be here day after tomorrow. You got somewhere to stay?”
You gave him a small nod. “Motel in town.” Ash nodded. “I uh- I had a crush on you too, you know.”
“What?”
You nodded and smiled. “You gave me cookies. How could I not like the boy who kept feeding me the best cookies in town.” He smiled softly at that. “What happened? You just stopped hanging around, you vanished on me.”
“You were an omega.” He shrugged. “I ended up being just a beta.”
“The best smelling Beta I ever met.” He gave you a confused look. “You smelled like smores over a campfire.” you smiled at him. “And root beer. God, I loved root beer.” you chuckled at that.
“You smelled like my lunch.”
You furrowed your brow at that and laughed. “Like your lunch?”
He nodded. “Peanut butter and jelly no crusts, and cookies fresh from the oven.” he smiled. “Reminded me of home, of mom, all my favorite things. I’ve been in love since I smelt it that very first time.”
You chewed on your bottom lip for a minute before pulling a receipt out of your pocket, checking to make sure it wasn't something important, then asked Ellen for a pen. Once you got it, you started writing.
“What’s that?” he asked, when you held it out.
“My room number. And my phone number.”
“Right, for when my friends get here.” he takes it and looks down at the paper, committing the number to memory.
“Or, in case you ever want to share cookies with me again.” As scared as you were about everything that had happened in your life in the last few months, it felt so good to see him again and have your nose filled with a scent that had always made you smile.
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theres-a-goldensky · 4 years
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26 + 2 Various BL Series Fic Recs
Fandoms included in this fic rec list: Love By Chance, TharnType, Until We Meet Again, My Engineer, 2 Moons, HIStory3: Trapped (plus a bit of bonus Theory of Love and WHY R U?)
I’ve found a handful of good fics for all of these tiny pairings that I am newly obsessed with, and I thought I’d share them with you if you’re also looking for something good to read. Please, if you have recs of your own, point me in the direction of any other good stuff!
As ever, feel free to reblog and check out my other rec lists for the following fandoms:
The Untamed list one and two - various pairings, mostly Wangxian
IT chapter 2 list one and two - Reddie 
Good Omens - Aziraphale/Crowley
Or just head over to my bookmarks on AO3.
(All recs are complete) (I’ve noted pairings, length, and rating, but not any warnings or additional tags.)
** denotes personal favorite
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LOVE BY CHANCE / THARNTYPE
1. the count up series by sweetiejelly - Tin/Can - ~34,000 words, explicit - A fix-it fic post-canon where Tin and Can slowly work out their issues with some missteps and learning along the way.
So two weeks later, when Can first does it, Tin doesn't know what to do. For the longest while, he just turns off his phone screen. And then turns it back on.
good night, tin. it's been a while but i promised to say good night. so, good night, sleep well.
Every damn time the text is still there.
In the end, Tin deletes it.
The next morning, Can does it again.
good morning, tin. looks like rain today. don't forget your umbrella.
Tin deletes it.
The texts keep coming.
2. ** LBC Aftermath series by Mara - LBC/TharnType crossover- ~6700 words, mature - Were you too horrified by Techno’s ending in LBC? This author feels your pain and did her part to get some justice for Techno. This fic has zero sympathy for Kengkla, which I deeply appreciated. This will help you work out some of your anger. It features LBC!Techno and the TharnType versions of Tharn and Type. Mind the warnings, since this deals with the serious consequences of Kengkla’s actions.
Kengkla stayed at the house through the morning and Techno was so jumpy he nearly leaped out of his skin every time Kla looked at him or talked to him. Even though Kla had explained what happened and how he wasn’t upset to be dating, Techno still felt weird. He kind of wished he remembered what had happened. A guy should remember how he lost his virginity, right?
Kla grabbed him in a big hug and Techno froze, managing a weak grin when Kla pulled back to smile at him. “I’ve got to go home now. But I’ll call you later. Let me know if you go somewhere.”
“O-okay.” Techno stared as the boy let himself out the front door.
3. 5 + 1 by strokeofluck - Tin/Can- ~3600 words, rated general - This is a sweet story about the times when Pete sees Tin having feelings for Can. 
Pete weighed his options as he glanced back and forth between Tin and Can. Can didn’t seem to be bothered by the whole thing, he even had a shy smile on his face. Or at least, Pete thought it was a shy smile, he had never really seen this kind of expression coming from Can before.
He could let this whole thing go, he supposed, but he didn’t really want to. It was time for him to finally say to Tin: I told you so.
“You were born in Bangkok,” he said, casting a wide net and hoping Can would find himself caught in it.
Can did.
4. That Testified Surprise by Mara - Techno/Tharn/Type - ~7000 words, mature - This is a LBC canon rewrite that stars the TharnType version of all three characters. Type realizes something is not...quite...right with Kengkla and invites Techno to stay with him and Tharn instead of going home drunk.
Pouring Techno into the passenger seat, Type sat down in the driver’s seat and pulled the phone out to check it, entering the passcode. (The passcode was the birthday of Thai national football team captain Siwarak Tedsungnoen, of course. Duh.)
Fuck, it looked like Nic had been either texting or calling every 20 minutes since they got to the bar. What was up there?
Scrolling back through the evening’s texts, Type scowled harder. Loving brother or not, this was fucking creepy. Going back farther, it looked like it was a pattern. Did the kid do anything other than pester his brother about his whereabouts?
THARNTYPE
5. everything he wants by minkit - ~5100 words, explicit - Type accidentally ruins one of Tharn’s shirts and agrees to do whatever Tharn wants to make up for it. Which means it’s porn stretched over the bare bones of a plot, and it’s great. 
Tharn’s hands moved across the bed, slowly, inch by inch and it was frustrating because Type knew they were heading to him, but Tharn took his sweet time. And then they were covering his hands and Tharn’s face was mere centimeters from his and Type could barely breathe. It took everything he had not to lean forward and capture those lips that also belonged to him, but he had a feeling if he tried, Tharn wouldn’t let him. He had that look on his face and Type knew what it meant.
He knew he was in for a long rest of the night.
6. You’ve Got Mail by perthbysaint - ~7800 words, explicit - Type sends Tharn nudes at the most inconvenient times.
A selfie? From Type? Tharn was thanking all of his lucky stars as he happily taps to load the image. The picture loads and Tharn’s phone slips from his suddenly lax grip. Convinced he couldn’t have just seen what he thought he just saw, he picks his phone up hastily and stares very intently at the picture.
It’s a mirror selfie, obviously taken in a changing room, but that thought comes secondary to thighs. Type is holding the camera in front of his face to take the picture, shirt clenched in his other hand and pulled up slightly to show off the shorts. The fucking shorts. He had seen Type in his soccer gear before and yes, Type has most definitely asked for the wrong size and Tharn is more grateful than he’s ever been for anything in his whole life. The shorts are riding up so high they can’t cover more than a few inches of skin, Type’s smooth, powerful thighs on full display. On the inside of his left thigh, there’s a tiny purple mark peeking out from under the bottom of the shorts. Tharn knows exactly what it is because he was the one who left it there just two days ago when he sucked marks into Type’s thighs for a half-hour before he slung Type’s legs over his shoulders and ate him out until Type was sobbing fat tears and begging Tharn to let him come.
7. pet names series by LokelaniRose - ~50,000 words, explicit - A series of post-episode fics that gives us the sex that the show only hinted at, starting with the shower scene.
Tharn prides himself on his self-control. All his passion and intensity is saved for his music, when he’s safely behind a drum kit and can let it all out. He’s never been as irritated by anyone else as he is by Type and all his playground bullying nonsense. Something about the other boy just shakes something loose inside him, rattles at Tharn’s iron discipline until he has to grit his teeth constantly not to just – what? Kiss him? Kill him? Tharn has enough composure (and pride) to put up a front that’s all smiles and wry amusement, but really he regularly skips between one of two daydreams – twisting Type’s head off or fucking him into the ground.
(Tharn is absolutely not going to admit to the third set of daydreams, of curling up around Type when he’s cold or cheering him on at matches or bringing him home to meet Tharn’s father. Nope, no, definitely not.)
2MOONS SERIES
8. ** The universe where we do not commit reckless, unlubricated buttsex by startledoctopus - Forth/Beam - ~8700 words, explicit - This is a great story about Beam giving in and trying to seduce Forth the same way he seduced all of those girls in his past. This Forth is great, and the story retcons their first time to something far more pleasant for Beam.
   "We're heading into a unit on disorders of the spine and I need to review my basic skeletal and muscular anatomy. But it feels stupid to keep studying these weird-looking diagrams and drawings." None of this was, strictly speaking, factual, but an engineering major wouldn't know any different. Beam gathered up all his bravado, walked behind Forth, and began rucking up his shirts as if this were completely normal.
   "What! I..."
   "Shut up, I need to look at a real back so I know what I'll be looking at as a doctor." Forth let him take the shirts off, glancing back at him several times but giving in meekly to Beam's stern look. Forth shuffled the papers some more.
   "All right. Okay, um...Ah!" Beam smirked at Forth's reaction as he ran his thumbs down the nape of his neck.
9. Good Things Come To by sweetiejelly - Ming/Kit - ~4300 words, explicit - Kit gets drunk and reveals more of his feelings for Ming than he probably means to.
"Hmm." Kit closes his eyes and leans his head back on the headrest. "Ming, Ming, Ming. Do you know your name's a kiss? I'm kissing the air everytime I say 'Ming'!" Kit pops his mouth and it pops Ming's mind a bit. "And then I think about kissing you. Why do you make me think about you so damn much? You're so annoying, Ming. No one's ever..." and Kit leans to the side, almost like he's going to conk out or throw up, only to straighten back up. "... made me this crazy."
Oh shit. Ming doesn't know what to do with all of this information. He knew somewhere deep down that Kit likes him. Kit's eyes can't lie. Kit's mouth can't either, the cusses coming out whenever he's keyed up and flustered, and then there are his kisses.
10 + 11. ** how to fail flirt your way into his heart (a guide by Kit) and a little conversation (and a little action please) by sweetiejelly - Ming/Kit - ~30,000 words, explicit in the second part - This story makes a tiny plot divergence. It has Kit put a little more effort into finding out if Ming is really into Yo and then from there, it loosely follows the plot of the show with some key differences. I really enjoyed this.
"Can I have your number?" Kit mentally face-palms. Why? Damn Pha. Damn Beam. Just damn everything, ugh. He has never flirted in his life. Pin asked him out, okay? He doesn't know how to do this. "I'm Kit, Phana's friend," he says, trying to make it less weird.
"I'm Ming. And of course, P'Kit!" Ming flashes him an easy grin and holds out his hand.
Oh right, the phone. Kit shoves it at Ming, nearly hitting him in the chest. Great, he's acing this.
Ming smiles at him, bemused or confused, probably both, and brushes his hand, totally unnecessarily, over the back of Kit's hand as he takes the phone. "In case of emergency, right?" Ming looks up at him from under his lashes and boy, this nong is brazen.
12. ** In Control series by LokelaniRose - Ming/Kit - ~27,000 words, explicit - Kit struggles to tell Ming that he wants something other than the careful, gentle sex they’ve been having. Ming discovers that Kit has some anxiety and panic problems. He also discovers what helps him feel better. [spoilers: these two things are connected.] I love how attentive and caring Ming is throughout this series. The anxious Kit also rings true to the character we saw on the show.
But now that Kit is fretting over things, he might as well fret over this as well. So Ming is great in bed. And let’s be honest, Kit probably isn’t. He hasn’t had a hundred previous partners – okay, tiny exaggeration, but still – and doesn’t know all the fancy moves and techniques and tricks…and just like everything else, in bed Ming is somehow casual and sincere at the same time. He never seems to want anything except what Kit wants, is always happy to do whatever, to take his time making slow, gentle love to Kit. Kit knows that he always comes at least – he secretly really likes it when Ming comes, he’s not quite sure why – but what if there’s more that Kit could be doing, to make it better for him? If Kit was better in bed maybe it would make up for being a shitty boyfriend in other areas, one who can’t be nice in public or talk about his feelings.
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
13. another nightmare fic by itsmylifekay - Win/Team - ~2300 words, not rated - Team tries to sleep without Win and it doesn’t go well. 
Team’s room feels suffocating, the air too thick and the space too dark and the covers sticking to his skin with sweat. His breaths are too loud in the quiet, but the quiet itself is deafening. It reminds him of the water. The muted sounds. The frantic pounding of his heart. (The same one he feels now echoed in his chest.)
Flashes of the dream come back to him unbidden.
Everything is too dark, too bright, no way to see what way is up or what way is down. He’s trapped. Can’t get out. Can’t breathe.
14. ** Different With You by blackrose9212 - Win/Team - ~6900 words, teen - It’s open swim week, which means that the swimming club offers free lessons to any of the students who would like to participate. Team doesn’t understand why his teammates hate it so much - until he does. Great jealousy in this one from both sides. 
“Nice to meet you,” the boy gushes. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to join your group. Auntie said there needs to be at least three people, and no one was sitting across from you two. I’ve been paying attention so I already have ideas. Is that okay?” Team watches as he pulls out his books and drops them onto the table, pushing them a little farther out so they’re nearly touching Win’s notebook.
Team shrugs. “Sure, that’s fine. I don’t think Win has been paying attention so I’m glad you have an idea of what’s going on.”
Win hits him lightly at the back of the hand and Film giggles behind his hand. “Oh, no, P’Win looks very smart. I’m sure he’s been listening.” He looks at Win and smiles a little, blushing when Win gives him a smile back.
Team looks between the two of them. Then back at Film, who’s watching Win leaf through his literature textbook like he’s never seen anything so beautiful, and then past Film at the table he left from, where he sees three boys, laughing behind their hands and making cooing faces.
15. seven hundred thirteen by Kiranokira - Win/Team - ~6800 words, mature - Win spends two years abroad in England, and he and Team have to navigate a long distance relationship. It’s very sweet and written very true to life. 
“I kind of hoped you were going to show up at the airport tomorrow morning and chase the plane,” Win says. He kisses Team’s hair, lingering there to memorize the fresh, clear scent.
Team says, “Is it weird that I thought about doing that?” and Win feels him smile against his shoulder.
It’s late, nearly nine thirty, and Win had plans of how to spend tonight that can’t be realized anymore. He wanted to invite Team to dinner with his family. He wanted to play video games with Team and View. He wanted to talk about London with Waan and Team. He wanted to include Team in his family’s warmth in some small way, to make him feel less lonely.
He can’t do any of that now but he still wants to sneak Team upstairs and have him in his arms all night. He wouldn’t, but he wants to. It’s been a month since he moved off campus permanently, and weeks since he was last able to spend a night alone with Team.
16. ** You Can Cry by Kiranokira - Win/Team - ~19,600 words, mature - Win goes missing while on vacation with some friends. Team is left at home trying to handle it. I like the way the author built up to the accident happening. They did a good job creating tension and showing us exactly how Team felt about Win. And spoilers, this story has a happy ending.
“You’re going to fail out of university,” Team tells him. “You’re not really going, are you?”
Win rolls onto his side and perches his cheek on his hand. “What if I say yes?” he asks. “Will you miss me?”
Team’s warning look is more venomous than usual. “Not at all,” Team says, and Win smirks because that isn’t true and they both know it. “You still shouldn’t go. What if you miss the flight back? You’ll fail out and I’ll break up with you for being a dumbass.”
The very recent phenomenon of Team acknowledging that they’re a couple has its usual melting effect on Win’s heart.
2GETHER
17. ** Love Songs on Our Skin series by Kari_Kurofai - Sarawat/Tine - ~15,700 words, explicit - A soulmark AU where Tine is born with the notes to a song that hasn’t yet been written wrapped around his chest. I enjoyed how Tine’s obliviousness in the show carries over to this fic. 
Only Mr. Chic would have a song no one had ever fucking heard of permanently etched on his chest. For fuck's sake .
Still, he waves it off, and he tries not to look too closely at other people's marks. Tries being the key word. He doesn't envy the elegant watercolors of a guitar pick and an open novel he catches sight of on the wrists of some couple's interlinked hands when he's in town. And he certainly doesn't envy the dude he once saw in a coffee shop with the words " I hate you " scrawled across the back of his neck. But yeah, okay, he might be a little jealous of the people who are lucky enough to have something as simple as their soulmate's name on their skin. That definitely isn't fair.
"Why couldn't it at least have been a Scrubb song?" he asks the mirror as he wipes it clear shower-born condensation. The mirror and him are well acquainted with this conversation by now. In fact, the mirror sees the stupid mark more than anyone, so it might as well put up with his equally stupid questions. "It could have been 'Together.' Just think of it, how romantic it would be to meet some cute girl's eyes after bumping into them at a concert, my favorite song playing . . ." He draws a nail over the winding bars of the music on his chest, frowning. "That would be so much easier."
18. Drown Your Sorrows by HyacinthsSoul - 2gether/Theory of Love - Sarawat and Third meet at a bar and bond over being in love with oblivious men.
“No, he’s an angel,” Sarawat says. “Unfortunately he’s a very stupid, very straight angel.”
“Mine’s stupid too,” the other man admits. “But definitely no angel. I’m Third, by the way,” he adds, offering a slender hand to shake.
“Sarawat,” says Sarawat. “Can I buy you another? I think we’re drinking the same thing, although I can’t remember what it’s called.”
20. ** Your Body Is My Instrument by Kari_Kurofai - Sarawat/Tine - ~12,000 words, explicit - This fic does a good job doing what, in this reccer’s humble opinion, the series failed to: showing Tine attracted to Sarawat. There’s great first time sex and some fun sexual tension. Plus, we get to see them switch off, which is extremely rare in BL. And most importantly: hand kink.
It starts innocently enough. Or, well, innocently enough for a guy whose first words to him were, “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll kiss you till you drop.” So, you know. It starts kinda like that.
They’ve been officially dating for a grand sum total of three days and altogether not that much has changed. Except that Sarawat touches him more now. Normally this would be fine, no big deal, right? But Sarawat has magic, evil hands, and apparently all he has to do is glance Tine’s way to deduce the exact right places and ways to touch Tine to drive him up the fucking wall.
And the worst part is it’s almost never the same place or the same way twice, and the only warning Tine ever gets is that sneaky little glint Sarawat gets in his eyes just before he does it, the bastard.
MY ENGINEER
21. Cool Boy(friend) by HyacinthsSoul - Ram/King - ~22,000 words, explicit - So this is technically a WIP, but each chapter feels like a completed fic without a cliffhanger or anything. This is a very sweet, comfortable story about King and Ram getting to know each other as their relationship develops.
In the selfie King sends, he’s holding up a full shot glass while someone’s arm reaches into the frame to hand him another kind of drink, something tall with a straw and a paper umbrella. Ram frowns. Whose arm is that? The person is wearing a red long-sleeved shirt, which doesn’t match what any of their friend group was wearing, and the engineer bar doesn’t offer table service.
Frowning, Ram looks back through the previous photos until he spots a detail he’d overlooked before: a red-shirted man at a neighboring table. He’s visible in the background of two or three pictures taken by Tee, and in each of them he’s staring intently at King.
Not that it’s any of Ram’s business. Not that he cares.
HISTORY3: TRAPPED
22. it’s too late (to turn back now) by stebeee - Tang Yi/Meng Shao Fei - ~7200 words, general audiences - Canon divergence fic where Tang Yi pushes Shao Fei away after he saves Hong Ye in order to try and protect him. Shao Fei reacts to that about as well as you’d expect.
“Tang Yi, what do you mean-“
“I think you’ve fooled around for long enough,” Tang Yi interrupts, his voice cold, nothing like the man who had dabbed at his lips with a cotton bud last night, the man who had smiled at him when he made the cannon joke.
“You’ve disrupted my life, and the life of my family and friends in the past few weeks, Meng Shao Fei. This has gone for long enough,” he continues, unwavering. “I don’t want to have anything more to do with you. Take a good rest here in the hospital, and I’ll get someone to pack up your things back at the house. Jack will deliver it back to your apartment.”
23 + 24. ** just waiting, waiting (on you) and between you and me by stebeee - Tang Yi/Meng Shao Fei - ~16,000 words, general audiences - These are stories about how Shao Fei and the rest of the gang deal over the years when Tang Yi is in jail. Found family fics are my jam, so I loved this.
The thing is, it’s been almost three months of this. 90 days, give or take. 2,160 hours. 129,600 minutes. And more than 7 million seconds of this — not having Tang Yi at his side.
Shao Fei wonders for a moment if he will ever stop seeing Tang Yi in every corner of the house. When he comes down the stairs in the morning, some part of him expects to see Tang Yi standing at the kitchen island with a bright smile, asking him if he wants jam with his toast that morning. Shao Fei sees Tang Yi in that apron he loves, cooking at the stove when he fixes himself dinner, alone in the spacious kitchen. Seeing Tang Yi’s favourite blue bathrobe, Shao Fei can almost see Tang Yi leaving the bathroom, his hair all wet and falling over his eyes.
25. amuse bouche by sarahyyy - Jack/Zhao Zi - ~2400 words, general audiences - This is more of Jack seducing Zhao Zi through food and attention. So basically an extension of the show. Mother hen Jack is the cutest.
“Jack?” Zhao Zi murmurs blearily. “Why are you here?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Jack shoots back, herding Zhao Zi back into the house. He checks for Zhao Zi’s temperature with the back of his hand. “Fever?”
“Just the flu for now, I think?” Zhao Zi says.
Jack purses his lips. “Have you had anything to eat?”
“I had some bread earlier?” Zhao Zi says, but he also looks shifty enough that Jack mostly takes it with a grain of salt.
26. Absolutely Nothing Goes Wrong by anon - Jack/Zhao Zi - ~4500 words, teen - This is an AU where Zhao Zi is the son of a rival mob boss, but he’s still, you know HIMSELF. And when his father says he’s useless, he decides to prove him wrong by seducing Tang Yi’s second-in-command. It’s absolutely adorable.
The man pulled him by the arm, resisting Zhao Zi’s attempts to unhook his claws without causing a scene.
“Hey, stop grabbing me!” he shouted, as the other man played deaf.
“While I admit this is a very loud bar, I didn’t think it was quite so easy to mishear what this young man just yelled straight into your ear,” a newcomer who’d witnessed their conflict said lightly as he walked up to them. His words were accompanied by a wide, almost chilling smile. Zhao Zi blinked once and the odd peculiarity of that smile vanished, leaving just a regular smile in its place. He must’ve just been imagining things under the harsh shadows of the dimly lit bar.
AND +2
Because I’m shameless, I’ll add my own two fics to the end, if you’re interested.
WHY R U?
27. Sorry A Thousand Times - Fighter/Tutor - ~3200 words, explicit - This is a canon divergence for the series finale. I needed more catharsis after the intensity of episode 12.
Tutor narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists at his sides. He took a deep breath. “How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone before you listen?” he asked. I don’t know how many more times I can bring myself to say it.
“Only once,” Fight said and then added, “if you mean it.”
Tutor crossed his arms over his chest and said, “What makes you think I don’t mean it now?”
The corner of Fight’s mouth turned up and he took a step closer. Tutor stumbled back until he was stopped by his legs hitting the edge of the bed. Fight reached out a hand and gently ran the back of his fingers over the line of Tutor’s jaw.
Until We Meet Again
28. Dream On - Win/Team - 8900 words, explicit - Takes place alongside show canon, so that we see how the bed sharing began and how Win and Team’s relationship developed over that year.
“Do you want to do well tomorrow?” Win asked, throwing one of his legs over both of Team’s.
“Yes,” Team said as he did his best to put some space between them on the tiny mattress.
“Then you need to get some sleep. I’m helping.”
“How is this helping?” Team demanded.
“Would you stop…” Win said, shifting closer every time Team pulled away. “Five minutes, Team. Just be still for five minutes, okay?”
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pictures-over-words · 3 years
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Mistletoes, Cookies, Laughter, and Kisses - Harry/Ginny Christmas Fic
Hi, @whyiask!
Ta-da, I was your Secret Santa! :)
Here’s your Secret Santa gift for the Multifandom Gift Exchange 2020 Event. A big thank you to @darkalinas and @scxundress for hosting the event! :)
@whyiask, you mentioned Harry Potter being one of your favorite fandoms and Harry and Ginny being one of your favorite ships, so I wrote you some holiday fluff. This is what came from my mind. I hope you like it! I hope you had a great Christmas! I’m wishing you a Happy New Year! Happy Holidays! :D
Rating: T 
Harry and Ginny were at their home on Christmas Day.
Ginny was in the kitchen baking cookies. She was on a break from playing on the professional Quidditch team “The Holyhead Harpies.” This team was an all-female team. The team was currently doing well. They were winning championships.
Harry was sitting at their dining room table currently finishing up his Gingerbread house. He had put the finishing touch on his house and then set back in the chair to look at his creation. Ginny smiled from the kitchen as she saw this. He nodded his head in satisfaction and then looked over at the house that the love of his life made. He thought Ginny’s Gingerbread house was better than his. Ginny smirked. Harry was on a break from working as an Auror. An Auror was a wizard or witch who acted as highly trained law enforcement officials for magical governments.
They were both on Christmas Break from their professions and they couldn’t have been happier. Harry and Ginny were really enjoying their time together. They were also engaged.
Ginny was in the kitchen looking at the stove when Harry came up behind her with a surprise hug from the back. Ginny squealed and laughed. He complimented Ginny on her Gingerbread house telling her how much he loved it. She told him the same. He continued hugging her from the back and then held up a mistletoe above them. Ginny laughed at this.
“You know you don’t need a mistletoe to get a kiss from me, right? Come here.” Harry let go of her. Ginny then grabbed him and kissed him hard and passionately on the lips. He then smiled at her and gave her a peck on the cheek.
“Alright, we aren’t going to kiss anymore. We don’t want to burn the cookies.” Ginny winked. Harry laughed at her comment and then left the kitchen.
It was then the night of Christmas Day. After lots of phone calls talking to their loved ones on the phone, Harry and Ginny then needed alone time to themselves.
 They had ordered food to be delivered to them from this nice restaurant for wizards and witches. They ate their dinner. They then were eating chocolate and drinking Butterbeer after their meal. Ginny’s cookies turned out to be amazing. They were cuddling on their couch in the living room and watching this Muggle film called “The Holiday” which they turned out to really enjoy.
After the film was over, they opened gifts. They each gave each other Christmas cards with lovely messages inside for the other. Harry gave Ginny a heart shaped gold necklace along with a gold ring with the initials “G” on them for her name. Harry was the most famous wizard in the wizarding world and these items were expensive. He was loaded with lots of money. He was definitely going to get these things for his fiancée. Ginny loved the gifts.
Ginny gave him a book of reasons why she loved him and a black notebook with the initials “H” on them. Harry loved to write in his spare time. They each got things with the initials of the other and they both adored how they had the same brain and thought alike. They then shared another kiss.
Harry loved Ginny. Ginny loved Harry. They loved each other all the same.
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cocastyle · 4 years
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Silver Cat
Pairing - Steve Harrington x platonic!reader
Word Count - 4,730
A/N - just some cute Steve and Y/N dynamic duo going on :) my requests are still open, so you are welcome to message me if you would like something written! I write for so many different fandoms and there are some that I haven’t even written for yet that I plan on writing for so just let me know which fandom it is and I will let you know if I write for them :) I hope you all enjoy!
Request - hey if youre taking requests do u mind doing a y/n Fic where she’s part of the scoops troop in s3 and she helps them w the russian codes and stuff (with a lil platonic!steve and reader)? @the-story-of-the-tucks
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"Have a nice day," Robin Buckley muttered as she stuck her stiff arms out to the couple in front of her, two ice cream cones in her hands.
The couple quickly grabbed the ice cream, ignoring the look of pure boredom on Robin's face before the girl exclaimed happily, "Thank you!" Robin just gave them a forced smile in response.
The couple moved out of the way to reveal the smiling face of a young boy, his curly hair sticking out from underneath his hat while his smile was so wide that Robin couldn't help but wonder if it hurt his face. "Hi!" the boy said excitedly.
Robin perked up slightly, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as she said back, "Hi."
"I'm Dustin," the boy told her as if it would answer all of her questions.
Robin just looked at the boy in amusement and confusion before replying, "I'm Robin."
"Pleasure to meet you," Dustin smiled. "Uh, is—is he here?"
"Is who here?" Robin questioned, her amusement fading as she gave the boy a look of pure confusion.
At that moment the back door to Scoops Ahoy shot open and Robin let out a small sigh as she realized who Dustin was talking about. "Henderson!" Steve Harrington excitedly exclaimed, the two boys instantly laughing in joy as Steve came bounding over to Dustin.
"Henderson! He's back! He's back!" Steve exclaimed, excited to finally see his young friend who had been away at camp for so long.
"I'm back!" Dustin confirmed, earning a huge grin from Steve. "You got the job!"
"I got the job!" Steve said before imitating a trumpet and rushing the rest of the way over to Dustin. Robin raised both eyebrows in amusement as she watched the two boys perform what must have been their handshake which ended with a lightsaber battle and Steve bleeding his guts out everywhere before the two laughed. Robin was about to question the older boy about Dustin when a voice broke out from the front of the store.
"Shit, is that you, Harrington?" a voice called out, amusement evident in their voice.
All three quickly turned to look at where the voice was coming from to see a young girl around Dustin's age standing at the front of the store, a fresh set of white converse on her feet, mom jeans, a yellow shirt and a denim jacket tossed lazily over one shoulder. The girl popped a piece of chewing gum and Robin chuckled, already liking the girl despite not even knowing her.
"Y/N L/N, well shit," Steve muttered, the two staring at each other in silence before breaking out into grins and running over to each other. Y/N was in the older boy's arms within a matter of seconds and Steve instantly spun her around, laughter escaping both of their lips as they hugged each other for the first time in weeks.
"Woah, how come I didn't get a welcome like that?" Dustin complained while Steve set the young girl back on the ground.
"When you've know each other as long as we have, you're bound to get a welcoming like ours," Y/N explained before she glanced over at her friend with a smile. "Besides, don't act like I didn't flip my shit when you got back yesterday."
Dustin chuckled and shook his head at the girl, memories of how Y/N had literally screamed before tackling the boy to the ground in a hug flashing through his head. Both of the teens had been away at camp for the past couple of weeks—Dustin having attended a science camp while Y/N went to a big music camp—so they had missed each other immensely.
Both had wanted nothing more than the get back home and reunite with their friends, but so far their friends had ditched them and left them to dry pretty much. That left just Dustin and Y/N and the two had decided to go see Steve that day after Dustin had mentioned needing to tell them both something. However, Y/N had to stop by the restroom before going to Scoops which was why Dustin had arrived before her.
"How many children are you friends with?" Robin suddenly asked, breaking the three from their thoughts and thus making them turn to look at the older girl who was looking at Steve in amusement.
Y/N chuckled softly and Steve sent her a small glare before he looked between Dustin and Y/N and then gestured towards Robin as if that was all the explaining he had to do.
This only made Y/N laugh louder and Steve rolled his eyes playfully before grabbing the girl and giving her a noogie which only ended up making the two laugh while Dustin and Robin watched the two interact in amusement.
Yeah, it was definitely good to be home.
- - -
"No, no. No way," Y/N muttered as she shook her head, shoveling some more ice cream into her mouth as she glanced up at her curly haired friend.
"Hotter than Phoebe Cates?" Steve questioned, his eyes showing Dustin his disbelief. The boy quickly shook his head and leaned back besides Y/N his arm around the seat behind her. "No."
"Mm-hmm," Dustin hummed. "Brilliant, too. And she doesn't even care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth."
Y/N and Steve both scrunched up their noses in disgust and glanced at each other while Dustin wasn't looking. Y/N then just let out a small sigh of disbelief and ate another spoonful of ice cream, leaving Steve to deal with Dustin.
"Wow. Yeah, that's great," Steve managed to get out. "Proud of you, man. That's so—that's kinda romantic. That's like wow."
Dustin just smiled in response and Y/N and Steve shared another look before quickly looking towards the boy who had began to talk. "Hm. So do you really just get to eat as much of this as you want?" Dustin asked.
"Yeah. I mean, sure. It's not really a good idea for me, though. I gotta keep in shape for the ladies," Steve told them while Y/N raised an eyebrow at the older boy.
"Yeah, and how's that working out for you?" Robin called our earning a giggle from Y/N while Steve looked to his coworker in annoyance.
"I like her," Y/N said as she smiled in Robin's direction.
Steve gave them young girl a pointed look before saying, "Ignore her,"
"She seems cool," Dustin argued.
"She's not," Steve muttered quickly. "So, where are the other knuckleheads?"
Y/N huffed at that before sticking her spoon into her ice cream sundae and looking to Steve. "They ditched us yesterday," she said, a pissed off expression on her face as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"No," Steve said in disbelief.
"Yeah, our first day back. Can you believe that shit?" Dustin asked while Y/N let out another huff and leaned against the curly haired boy's shoulder.
"Whoa. Seriously?" Steve questioned.
"I swear to God," Y/N frowned, thinking of how the group had all welcomed her home with open arms before ditching her at home.
Dustin noticed the girl's long face and used his free hand to pat the top of head that was leaning on his shoulder. "They're gonna regret it, though, big time, when they don't get to share in our glory," Dustin assured the two.
"Glory? What glory?" Steve asked, his eyes flickering between the two before stopping on Y/N who merely shrugged in response, not knowing what Dustin was talking about.
"So, last night, we're trying to get in contact with Suzie-" Dustin began as he scooted closed to the two, leaning in slightly as he began to lower his voice. "And uh-"
Steve and Y/N blinked as they stared at Dustin who whispered something so low that they couldn't process it. Dustin glanced up at the two and he almost chuckled at how similar they looked. It was a surprise to all that the two weren't actually related, their mannerisms and even some of their features being quite similar.
Steve and Y/N continued to stare at Dustin blankly for a second before they both asked, "What?"
Dustin clicked his tongue in response and sighed as he whispered, "Uh-" His voice got low again as he whispered and the two were left staring at him blankly once again.
"Just speak louder," Y/N finally said.
Getting annoyed, Dustin looked at the row before yelling out, "I intercepted a secret Russian communication!" Immediately, all eyes were on him and Y/N and Steve both looked at the boy with wide eyes.
"Jeez, shh. Yeah, okay, that's what we thought you said," Steve muttered as they watched everyone go back to what they had been doing before. "What-What does that mean?"
"It means, Steve, we could be heroes. All three of us. True American heroes," Dustin explained.
"I'm in," Y/N replied almost immediately, the idea of getting to deal with Russians and hang out with her two best friends being enough to have her on board.
"Woah. Woah. Hold your roll, kid," Steve said as he placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "American heroes?"
Dustin nodded his head. "Just think, you could have all the ladies you want and more," Dustin told him.
"More?" Steve asked.
"More," Dustin said with a nod.
"I like more," Steve muttered.
"And you'd get to spend more time with your favorite person in the whole wide world!" Y/N exclaimed as she tossed her arms around Steve's neck and hugged him, squishing her face against his making Steve give her an annoyed look while Dustin chuckled at the two.
"Eh, you're okay," Steve shrugged making Y/N look at him in fake shock. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! All the ladies in the world and I get to hang out with you two knuckleheads? That does sound pretty nice." His eyes then flickered to Dustin. "What's the catch?"
"No catch, I just need your help," Dustin told them.
"With what?" Y/N asked.
Dustin gave her a soft smile before reaching into his bag and pulling out a small book, the sight of it making Y/N's eyes light up while Steve looked indecisive.
"Translation."
- - -
Y/N sat silently with her feet propped up against the table as she leaned back in her chair, Russian voices swirling into her ears and through her head while her foot lightly swung to whatever tune was in the background of the recording.
When the recording stopped, Dustin glanced up at his two friends and gestures towards the small recording device, "So what do you think?"
"It sounded familiar," Steve said making Y/N turn around to look at the boy in surprise.
"What?" Dustin questioned.
"The music. The music right there at the end," Steve explained.
"Harrington, you're supposed to be listening to the Russian, not the music," Y/N sighed as she shook her head at the boy. He only shrugged while eating his banana.
"Y/N's right! Listen to the Russian! We're translating Russian!" Dustin exclaimed.
"I'm trying to listen to the Russian, but there's music," Steve complained.
"You never could multitask," Y/N sighed earning a playful glare from the older boy that had her sending a sly smile in his direction.
"All right, babysitting time is over. You need to get in there," Robin announced as she walked into the back room of Scoops Ahoy. Her eyes then landed on the small whiteboard that used to have a bunch of tally marks on them, but now had translations. "Hey, my board! That was important data, shitbirds."
"I guarantee you, what we're doing is way more important than your data," Dustin assured her.
"Yeah? And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyways?" Robin asked.
All three of their eyes widened. Y/N didn't take her eyes off of Robin as she whispered to the boys beside her, "How does she know about the Russians?"
"I don't know," Steve muttered.
"You told her about-" Dustin began, looking to Steve in annoyance.
"It wasn't me," Steve insisted.
"Hello, I can hear you. Actually, I can hear everything. You three are extremely loud," Robin told them making the three frown in response. "You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you're trying to translate, but haven't figured out a word because you didn't realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet than you do. Sound about right?"
Y/N couldn't help but smile at that, already liking Robin more and more by the minute. "I've said it once and I will say it again, I like her," the girl said as she pointed towards Robin who sent her a small smile.
"Yeah, no," Steve muttered as he pushed Y/N's hand back down, not liking the idea of Robin being some sort of role model for the girl who he was used to having look up to him for so long. Maybe he was a little jealous, but he would never admit it.
Steve and Robin seemed to be having a staring contest before Robin suddenly lunged for the recorder. Steve was quick and had the device in his hands within seconds, "Whoa! What do you think you're doing?"
"I wanna hear it," Robin told them as if it were obvious.
"Why?" the trio asked, although Y/N's was more out of curiosity while Dustin and Steve wanted to know what Robin's motive was.
"'Cause maybe I can help. I'm fluent in four languages, you know," Robin told them.
"Russian?" Dustin asked, his eyes lighting up in excitement.
"Ou-yay are-yay umb-day," Robin replied.
"Oh-ho-ho! Holy shit!" Steve exclaimed making Y/N snort before bursting into a round of laughter.
The older boy glanced over at her and she pretended to wipe away tears as she said, "That was Pig Latin, Harrington. Not Russian."
Robin smirked and Steve watched with a frown on his face as the two girls fist bumped before muttering in unison, "Idiot."
"But I can speak Spanish and French and Italian, and I've been in band for 12 years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me," Robin assured them.
Y/N glanced between the boys and Robin before nudging Dustin who was sitting beside her. "Come on, let her help," Y/N pleaded before she looked up at Steve and gave him her best puppy dog eyes. "Please, Steve, please."
Dustin glanced back at Steve and gave him a small shrug to tell him that he really didn't care, that it was up to Steve. The older boy's eyes flickered over to Y/N and he sighed at the sight of her. "Fine," Steve mumbled causing Y/N to let out a squeal of excitement before she jumped out of her seat to hug the boy.
Steve's look of annoyance slowly melted away as he looked down at the girl. "Okay, squirt. No need to go soft on me now," Steve jokingly said as he patted her head. Y/N just smiled up at him and pulled away before returning to her seat. Steve glanced at her once more before looking to Robin who was holding out the scooper with a smirk on her face.
"Come on, it's your turn to sling ice cream, my turn to translate. I don't even want credit," Robin told him. "I'm just bored."
- - -
Y/N was half asleep by the time they finally started to make any progress with the recording. Her head was lying against Dustin's shoulder, the boy trying to move as little as possible as to not wake her up.
It wasn't until Robin suddenly exclaimed, "Wait, that last part, just one more time," that Y/N jerked awake and Dustin was finally able to move his arm which had started to fall asleep.
"Okay," Dustin said as he quickly rewinded the recording before letting it play again.
"Okay, that word," Robin pointed at the recording, Dustin quickly stopping it as the two kids looked up at the girl. "Um. . .It's pronounced "dly-nna-ya"."
"Dly-nna-ya," Dustin and Y/N both muttered as if they fully understood what she was saying.
"Which is spelled. . .D. . .D. . .D. . .D. . ." Robin muttered as she quickly ran to the table while Dustin and Y/N moved to the whiteboard.
"The. . .the chair," Y/N said as she pointed towards the weird symbol.
"The chair-looking thingy," Dustin agreed.
"Yeah, okay," Robin muttered as she flipped through the book. She then suddenly froze before looking up at the two in excitement. "We've got our first sentence."
"Oh, seriously?" Dustin said in excitement while Y/N shook the boy's shoulders and leaned against him, a huge grin on her face.
"Yeah," Robin told them before speaking in her best Russian accent, "The week is long."
Both Y/N and Dustin's faces fell. "Well, that's thrilling," Y/N muttered.
"I know," Robin told her, giving the two kids a sympathetic smile. "But, progress." The two nodded in agreement.
"Progress."
- - -
"The week is long. The silver cat feeds. When blue meets yellow in the west."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Y/N asked as she looked up at Steve who was standing beside her. The two stared at each other for a second before looking back to the whiteboard with their arms crossed in front of their chests and their heads titling to the side.
Shaking his head, Steve put a hand on the girl's shoulder and began to walk out of the store, knowing that it was late, the mall was closed, and he needed to get her home. Dustin and Robin followed behind and the four were all silent as they tried to figure out what it meant.
"I mean, it can't be right. Did we do something wrong?" Y/N finally asked as she watched Steve close up shop.
"No. It's right," Robin assured her.
"Honestly, I think it's great news," Dustin said causing Y/N to look at her friend confused.
"How is this great news?" Steve asked with a chuckle of disbelief. "I mean, so much for being American heroes. It's total nonsense."
"It's not nonsense. It's too specific," Dustin told them. Y/N's eyes widened in realization before she hurried over to Dustin's side. She grabbed his arm to stop him from walking any further before whispering to him, "You think it's code?"
Dustin nodded, "It's obviously a code."
"What do you mean, a code?" Steve asked, having eavesdropped on the two.
"Like a super secret spy code," Dustin explained.
"That's a total stretch," Steve muttered in disbelief.
"I don't know, is it?" Robin asked.
"You're buying into this?" Steve asked in surprise.
"Listen, just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What'd you think they were gonna say, "Fire the warhead at noon"? And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so "The silver cat feeds". Why would anyone talk like that unless they're trying to mask the meaning of their message?" Robin asked.
"Exactly," Dustin said whole Y/N just looked to Steve and muttered, "She's got a point."
"Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?" Robin asked again. "So I guess that confirms your suspicion."
"Evil Russians," Dustin and Y/N both nodded before giving each other a fist bump.
"I can't believe I'm about to agree with these strange children, but, yeah, totally evil Russians," Robin agreed.
"So how do we crack it?" Dustin asked.
"Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges," Robin replied.
"A pattern. Right, like maybe "silver cat" is a meeting place?" Y/N suggested.
"Or a person," Dustin said.
"Or a weapon," Y/N listed off.
"It's probably gonna take a super genius to crack it, but-" Robin began, but that was when Y/N noticed that Steve wasn't following behind them anymore.
"Uh. . .where's Steve?" Y/N asked. "He's kind of my ride home and losing him would be a bad idea right about now."
Not to mention she always got a sort of bad feeling whenever her friends disappeared. It had been happening ever since Will was kidnapped and taken into the Upside Down, but even though she knew the gate was closed, she still had a sneaking suspicion that something was going to happen. So Steve suddenly not being by her side was making her feel a little on edge.
Dustin seemed to notice this and he frowned before quickly looking around, his eyes locking on Steve who was a little ways away. "There he is," Dustin said and Y/N quickly turned before letting out a small sigh of relief. She didn't even hesitate before running back towards the boy who was kneeling down beside one of the kid rides that were littered around the mall.
"Harrington, what the hell?" Y/N muttered causing Steve to look up and see the small hint of relief and worry that was in her eyes.
"Sorry," he whispered once he realized what must have been going through her head. He then looked back to the ride and began to rummage through his pockets while Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
Steve frowned as he looked at the change in his pocket. "Uh, it's a quarter. I need. . ." he paused and looked over at the girl. "Do you have a quarter?"
Roving chuckled as she walked up with Dustin by her side. "Sure you're tall enough for that ride?" Robin asked.
"Quarter!" Steve yelled in frustration before Robin tossed a quarter at him. The boy hugged and quickly bent down and put the quarter into the machine, the group of four watching as the machine sputtered to life before the horse ride began to move.
"You need help getting up, little Stevie?" Robin joked, not expecting Steve to turn around and shush her almost immediately.
Dustin chuckled, but Y/N could tell by the look on Steve's face that he was trying to think so she glanced at Robin and Dustin before whispering, "Guys, just shut up, okay? I think he's on to something."
"More like on something," Robin muttered before her and Dustin chuckled, but a deadly glare from Y/N had the two both shutting up.
The three then turned their attention back to Steve and the ride before they suddenly seemed to recognize the music that was softly playing with the ride.
"Holy shit," Y/N muttered before Steve looked up at her. The two both grinned before saying in unison, "The music."
"The music!" Dustin exclaimed in realization as he quickly took off his backpack and dug around for the recording. He eventually found it and began to play the recording again, the music instantly lining up with the ride in front of them.
"I don't understand," Robin told them.
"It's the exact same song on the recording," Dustin explained.
"Maybe they have horses like this in Russia," Robin suggested.
"'Indiana Flyer'? I don't I don't think so. This code, it didn't come from Russia," Steve told them. "It came from here."
"Well shit."
- - -
"God, my brain hurts," Y/N muttered as she stared at the paper in front of her. Robin chuckled softly as she took a sip of her drink before saying, "Same."
"How come Steve and Dustin get to go chase down Russian bad guys while we are stuck back here trying to crack the code," Y/N complained.
"Cause the world is sexist," Robin replied with a shrug. "But even if it wasn't, do you honestly think they would have a better chance of cracking the code over the two of us?"
Y/N chuckled at that, already understanding what point Robin was trying to make. "Okay, I see what you're saying. But still. . .I'm starting to get a migraine from all this thinking. It's supposed to be summer, so why do I feel like I'm still in school?" Y/N asked.
Robin gave the girl a small smile before nodding towards the paper. "Could you read it out loud to me again, please?" she asked.
Y/N sighed but nodded in response. "The week is long. The silver cat feeds. When blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly," Y/N said.
"Tread lightly?" Robin muttered as she tried to figure out what that could mean.
A knock on the back door made the two freeze and Y/N set the notebook down before following Robin over to the back door to find a man standing there with a box in hand.
"Delivery for you," the man said.
"Thank you," Robin told him as she quickly signed a paper and took the box.
"Have a nice day," the man said before turning to leave.
Robin was looking down at the box and absentmindedly muttered, "Yeah, you too." She then began to close the door, but that was when Y/N's eyes caught sight of something that had her gasping and going to open the door again.
"Hey!" Robin exclaimed as she watched Y/N run into the small alley that was behind the shops.
Y/N ignored the older girl, her eyes latched on the jacket that the man had on that had a silver lynx on the back. "Silver cat," Y/N muttered in disbelief before her eyes widened. "Silver cat!"
She quickly shoved past Robin who was looking at her confused before she grabbed the notebook and began to run out of Scoops Ahoy. On the way, she passed Dustin and Steve who were just heading back.
"Y/N! You're not gonna believe who Dustin thought was a Russian," Steve laughed.
Dustin looked to the boy in shock before pointing at him and saying, "You did too."
"No, I did not," Steve began to argue, but Y/N ignored them and ran right past them causing the two to fall silent and look after her.
Robin came running up at that minute and Steve looked to the girl with a frown. "What's wrong with the kid? What'd you do?" he asked a little protectively.
"I didn't do anything," Robin replied defensively. "She just ran out."
The three then looked back to see that Y/N was now standing on top of a sitting area in the middle of mall. She slowly spun around in circles as she mumbled to herself, "A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice."
Her eyes then locked on the Chinese food place and her eyes lit up, "A trip to China sounds nice!" She then glanced at the notebook for the next part and whispered, "If you tread lightly. If you tread. . .If you tread. . ." Her eyes latched onto a shoe store and she laughed softly to herself. "If you tread lightly."
"When. . .when blue and yellow meet in the west," Y/N muttered the last part to herself. She looked around before her eyes caught sight of the huge clock  in the mall that had a blue and a yellow hand. "When blue meets yellow in the west!"
"Y/N," a voice said and the girl looked down to see Dustin, Steve, and Robin standing there. Steve gave the girl a concerned look before saying, "Are you okay? What are you doing?"
Y/N smiled and quickly got down before going over to Steve and grabbing onto his arms. "I cracked it," she told him, her eyes wide with excitement.
"Cracked what?" Steve asked.
"I cracked the code!" Y/N exclaimed as she shook the boy's arms. She didn't even give him time before she let out a small squeal and hugged him. The boy stood there in shock before glancing over at Robin and Dustin who looked back at him with wide eyes.
Steve slowly wrapped his arms around the young girl to hug her back as he let out a chuckle of disbelief.
"Well shit."
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Unveiled, Chapter 1
by MadLori Word Count: 3300 Fandom: Men’s Hockey RPF Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin Rating: NC-17 (like, heed this, please) Tags: Arranged Marriage, Modern Royalty AU, Mpreg, Not Omegaverse, No Consent Issues, Veiled Sex, Weird Traditions, Don’t Think Too Hard, Handwavey Biology
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Biology note: This is mpreg but NOT omegaverse. All genders have both reproductive systems, meaning anybody of any gender can get anyone else pregnant. Men and women exist, but gender presentation is a result of how things are arranged/presented. I'm not super into getting into a ton of details about this. Handwave, handwave.
Note about language: I made the conscious choice not to render anyone's dialogue in a particular accent or dialect, as I felt that in this setting it would be a distraction. We're gonna go with "everyone in the story is fluent in whatever language you'd like them to be speaking."
Note to my existing readers: This is my first story in this fandom. If you have followed me here from Sherlock or another fandom, please take note of the tags - this is unlike anything I've ever written before. My first foray into mpreg or RPF. If those things don't work for you, that's fine, then this fic isn't for you. No need to inform me.
Thank you to burning-up-a-sun and luckie_dee for excellent beta services, and to ljummen and right-of-the-curve for reading and reacting as I banged this out in record time.
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Zhenya had hoped to sleep in on his last morning as a bachelor, but his eyes flew open just past dawn and would not close again. 
His wedding day. The culmination of several years’ work -- the selection of his consort-to-be, the negotiations, the contracts, the preparations...all of which he’d had minimal part in, because one simply didn’t arrange their own marriage, let alone their own embargoed marriage.
He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, going over and over it in his mind. Ceremony, blessing, consummation, and then...life as usual? Regular people had celebrations after their weddings. They gathered together with their friends and families, ate and drank, danced and celebrated along with the person they’d just married. Lots of photos, smiling faces, Instagram posts and hashtags.
For embargoed spouses, such celebrations were pointless. It was hard to rejoice with your new life partner when you weren’t allowed to see or speak to them, or even to know their name.
All that he knew about the consort was that he was from New Scotland, was Zhenya’s age, and of noble blood. It had been tempting to at least Google him, but poking around an embargo like that was inappropriate, not to mention insulting to the significant sacrifice being made by his new consort. This man had agreed to a restrictive situation to become Zhenya’s husband and bear his child -- the least Zhenya could do was respect his decision. Besides, the consort’s entire online presence would have been digitally embargoed by the palace tech team, which was really meant to shield him from the rest of the world’s snooping, but also served to thwart tempted spouses.
  Zhenya’s parents had asked for quite a bit of input about what sort of person he hoped for as a life partner. They had already known that he preferred a male spouse, and had accepted his one additional condition for a match, but beyond that, he trusted them. He’d known since childhood that his marriage would be arranged and had accepted it, was even grateful for it. It was difficult to meet people when you were a Prince. Zhenya had dated his fair share of men, but he was never sure about their motives -- was his money a factor? his status? his fame? -- and his dates were often put off by the press attention, not to mention the trappings of royalty. He thought his chances of finding happiness with a spouse selected by his parents were possibly better, and certainly no worse. Besides, he didn’t really have it in him to rebel. Refusing to have an embargoed arrangement would be a serious break with tradition, and the very idea was just -- exhausting. 
Sasha, his boisterous, gap-toothed valet, banged into the room at 7:00 a.m. sharp; Zhenya groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. “None of that, now. We have to make you look royal, so God knows we need every last second.” Sasha grabbed the blankets and yanked them off. Zhenya yelped and curled into a tight comma on the bed. “Up, you lazy, posh twat.”
“Why did I make you my valet. Why,” Zhenya said, muffled into his pillow. Sasha had not come up through the ranks of the palace staff, as most valets did. He had been a teammate of Zhenya’s on their university hockey team, and some fit of insanity had led Zhenya to conclude that his total lack of finesse in matters of protocol and politics was appropriate for the job. 
“Because you knew I wouldn’t put up with your bullshit and you were right. You’re getting married today, so let’s try and fool all these rubes into thinking you’ve got class, eh?”
Zhenya slumped out of bed, only to be manhandled out of his pajamas by Sasha. “Hey!”
He snorted. “Like I’ve never seen your dick before. And a lot more people are going to be seeing it today, so get over it. Shower, now.”
Zhenya spent the morning being scrubbed, polished, trimmed, neatened, and perfumed to within an inch of his life. Breakfast was brought in, an unusually light meal. “Are they afraid I’m going to throw up?” he grumbled, eating his toast.
“Probably. Are you?”
“No.”
“You’re not nervous?”
“I’m a little anxious. Excited. What’s to be nervous about?”
“I mean…” Sasha made vague gestures all around him at everything.
Zhenya swallowed and sipped at his tea. “Have you heard...anything?”
“I’m gonna need you to be more specific.”
He rolled his eyes. “About my betrothed.”
“Even if I had, I wouldn’t be allowed to share it. If you want to know, you’ll have to hire a hacker to un-embargo his Instagram.” Zhenya just looked at him. Sasha sighed. “All I know is that he and his entourage arrived two nights ago.”
“‘Entourage?”
“His parents are with him, and he’s got his own guards. He’ll have the guards until he’s unveiled. You knew that, right?”
“I know.”
“Other than that they’re all keeping to their quarters. He’s not supposed to be seen until the wedding.”
“He’s not going to be seen after the wedding! Not that anybody knows what he looks like. He could be walking around the palace in a bathing suit eating peaches and nobody would know it was him.”
“The embargo is for your own good, and his. And the kingdom’s.”
“I get it.” And he did, really. If his consort hadn’t conceived within a year, he would be replaced, and that process would be a lot easier for everyone involved if he, and the citizens, hadn’t gotten attached to him. Hence, the embargo. At least, that’s what the clerics said. Endlessly. “I understand the principle. It’s just going to take some getting used to, being married to someone and having sex with him without seeing his face or talking to him.”
Sasha snorted. “C’mon, Zhenya. You’ve had more than your share of hookups.”
“So?”
“How many of their names can you remember, or even their faces? You’re telling me you had deep conversations with them?”
“That’s different. This man will be my husband.”
“I heard that the prince of Patagonia and his consort broke their embargo and fell in love. She didn’t get pregnant so she had to leave, they were both heartbroken, he almost abdicated his throne, it was a horrible mess, he wouldn’t sleep with the new consort and so she had to be replaced, the first consort was disgraced and went into hiding, nobody knows what happened to her and he’s a giant ball of depression.”
Zhenya blinked. “That’s terrible.”
“Honor your embargo, Zhenya.”
He sighed. “I intend to.”
Embargoed marriage ceremonies were small, private affairs. The unveiling was really the big public spectacle, when the kingdom could at last meet their prince’s husband. The wedding was more for the clerical blessing and the witnessed consummation, and a huge gathering for that was considered unseemly. Zhenya had been trained since childhood not to feel immodest for this occasion, but he was still glad that there would only be a few witnesses present.
He walked to the chapel in his custom-made marriage robes, simple but lush as was the current style. Standing outside the chamber were six of his consort’s guards. Their uniforms were pleasingly clean-lined, black and tailored with deep gold trim, and they snapped to attention as he approached, disciplined and in perfect formation. Zhenya nodded to them -- he imagined he’d be getting to know them soon enough -- and passed through.
A heavy drape hung in the center of the dais with a small hole cut in it for their hands to pass through. Zhenya took his place on the left, nodding to the head cleric. He heard rustling from the other side of the drape and a shadow fell upon it; his new consort had taken his place on the other side.
They did not speak during the ceremony, as their embargo forbade them from hearing one another’s voices. The cleric spoke to them; they acknowledged his words with nods of assent to his questions and directives. When he bade them do so, they joined hands through the hole in the drape. Zhenya noted that his betrothed’s hand was square and strong, and gripped his without hesitation, exhibiting no sign of a nervous tremor. A promising start. He shut his eyes and sent up a prayer to whatever deity might be handy...please, let me like him. Please, let him get pregnant quickly. Let him be smart. And if it’s not too much to ask, please, let him be...not hideous.
“You are joined,” the cleric concluded, simply. Two deacons appeared and removed the drape.
His consort was dressed in elegant marriage robes of his own, including a cape and a veil that hid him from view entirely save for his hands. The only new information Zhenya received with the removal of the drape was his consort’s height, about half a head shorter than Zhenya. He smiled at his new husband and they bowed to each other. Zhenya watched as his consort made a silent greeting to his parents, the Duke and Duchess of New Scotland, who Zhenya did not know at all. With over seventeen thousand peerage titles in the world, one couldn’t meet them all, or even a tiny fraction. The consort’s guards had materialized in the chapel and now surrounded their master and escorted him off the dais and off into the chamber where the next and final step would happen.
Zhenya turned to receive his own parents’ congratulations, and a back-slapping hug from Sasha, wildly overstepping his role as a valet as usual. Zhenya’s father rolled his eyes but didn’t chastise him; his parents loved Sasha as they loved Zhenya himself. More, he sometimes suspected. 
The cleric hovered at Zhenya’s elbow. “Your Royal Highness, you are awaited in the antechamber.” 
Sasha winked at him. “Good luck. Do it right the first time and this embargo can end quickly.”
“I don’t think it’s entirely up to me,” Zhenya said, but he hoped for the same. He couldn’t imagine waiting for months on end, walking on eggshells every day, everyone looking askance at him if it dragged on and wondering at his virility if he failed to impregnate his spouse. As if it would be for lack of trying. 
He followed the cleric into the antechamber. His consort would have gone on ahead to be prepared and arranged by his personal attendants, although Zhenya wasn’t quite sure what that meant, beyond the obvious. This situation was generally not intended to produce arousal in both parties, so he damn well hoped that his consort’s “preparation” involved vaginal lubrication of some kind, for both of their comfort. He’d find out soon enough, but first there was still all manner of ceremonial mumbo-jumbo to attend to.
Zhenya wasn’t particularly devout, a fact he kept mostly to himself. At minimum, a visible attention to custom was expected and valued by the citizens, and Zhenya had no wish to disappoint them, or more accurately, to give them cause to distrust him. He respected the beliefs of his parents (mostly his mother) and of the clerics, but he’d have dispensed with the whole rigmarole if he’d had his choice. But this was his duty, so he stood quietly and allowed the clerics to say their blessings over him and waft their burning herbs as his outer robes were removed.
Underneath his robes were his tunic and trousers, which had been made with a flap at the front (“easy access,” Sasha had joked). He wouldn’t undress further than this, at least not for this ceremonial consummation. He’d be expected to achieve a minimum objective today, the most that could be hoped for in these high-pressure and decidedly not private circumstances.
One of the sub-clerics stood at his side. “Your Royal Highness, will you require assistance readying yourself?” he asked, quietly. Sasha, lurking behind him, snorted.
“Assistance?” Zhenya said, puzzled...but then it hit him. He was being asked if he’d need help getting it up. It stood to reason that he might, with people watching and the Fate of the Kingdom Depending and blah blah blah. Anxiety was not typically the friend of erections. The sub-cleric was offering a helping hand, so to speak. Zhenya had heard stories. Supposedly there’d once been a groom nervous enough that the sub-cleric had to use his mouth on him before he could manage it.
Zhenya didn’t think he’d need quite that much assistance; indeed, he hoped he wouldn’t need any. “Let’s...proceed, and we’ll see,” he said. The sub-cleric nodded and went to the door into the main chamber.
It was dim inside, fragrant with burning herbs. Several clerics were lined up at the far side of the room, chanting quietly. Behind a screen stood half a dozen shadowy figures; witnesses, drawn from the nobility and the royal family. Zhenya didn’t know who was back there and he didn’t care to know. He would likely never know; it was considered rude to disclose one’s presence at such an occasion. Zhenya had himself been a witness at his cousin’s consummation five years ago. You really couldn’t see much at all, through the screen and the awkward angle.
At the moment, however, his attention was captivated by the bed in the center of the room, and his consort upon it. He was laid out on his stomach, covered in drapes even including his head -- Zhenya worried for a moment if he could breathe adequately under there. Two of his guards stood at the head of the bed, eyes fixed firmly forward. The drapes extended from over his consort’s head past his feet, and in the center was an oval-shaped cutout exposing what was, without question, the most fantastic backside Zhenya had ever seen in his life, and he’d seen his fair share.
No. He would not be needing assistance. In fact, he felt himself swelling at the sight of just this one part of his new consort’s body. It was odd, and unexpectedly titillating, to be presented with a more-or-less disembodied ass, even if he could see the shape of the rest of the man under the drape -- but, he supposed, that titillation shouldn’t really be unexpected; why else did glory holes exist? Not that he’d ever partaken of such things, in clubs, in his slightly-wilder youth, absolutely not. But this was his husband, not a late night quickie. It wouldn’t be like this all the time, he assured himself. This was just for the ceremonial bit. Future couplings would be much less...ritualized.
They were all looking at him, waiting for him to get to it, but there was a step to be taken first. He glanced at the cleric and nodded. The cleric hesitated, then moved to the head of the bed. This was Zhenya’s personal addition to the ceremonies, and the cleric had been reluctant to deviate from the traditional sequence of events, but Zhenya had insisted.
He had no interest in a spouse who’d been forced into marrying him, as he’d made sure his parents understood before they set out to find him one. “I do have one condition, and it is non-negotiable,” he’d said.
His father had looked surprised. “What is it, son?”
“I require absolute assurance that any consort of mine enters into marriage to me of their own free will, and not under duress.”
His parents had exchanged a glance. “That should not be difficult; marriage into our family is considered very desirable.”
“Be that as it may, I need you to promise me, Father..”
His father had nodded, and seemed even pleased by this directive. “You have my word, son.”
And now, the cleric spoke to the consort on Zhenya’s behalf. “Your Highness,” he said, using the man’s new title -- after the embargo was lifted, he would become His Royal Highness, the same honorific that Zhenya received. “Prince Evgeni wishes me to ask you for your consent before he joins with you.” Zhenya saw the consort’s head turn to the side. “He values your agreement to this consummation.”
The man hesitated. Zhenya saw the surprise in his shoulders. His head turned further,  seeming to look back over his shoulder at Zhenya, and he nodded.
The cleric straightened up. “Does this satisfy Your Royal Highness?” There was just a touch of “are you happy now?” impatience in the cleric’s voice which Zhenya chose to ignore.
Zhenya nodded. He removed his gloves and handed them to Sasha, who was being appropriately quiet and invisible for once in his life. He unbuttoned the flap on the front of his trousers; he was half-erect already and filling fast.
He knelt on the bed. He wasn’t supposed to make any unnecessary contact this first time, but he couldn’t help but run his hands briefly over his husband’s smooth, muscular rear. Just like that, he was fully hard and more than ready. He placed his knees within the drapery cutout on either side of the consort’s hips; the man shifted slightly, spreading his thighs a little bit to give him room. Zhenya reached back and tucked his cock down and against the man’s entrance, relieved to find that he was, indeed, slick. He pressed forward and entered him; Zhenya stifled a groan and felt a shudder pass over the man beneath him. He was tight and warm; Zhenya held still for a moment with his eyes closed and hips pressed against his consort’s impossibly plump ass. 
He braced on his hands and shut his eyes, making smooth, even thrusts. There’d be time later to investigate what kind of sex his husband enjoyed, but now was the time to be quick about it and get the job done. He tried to visualize success, as the clerics liked to say during their instruction, and picture his seed finding its target and blossoming in his consort’s womb. The minimum embargo time was three months; even if he conceived right now, early pregnancy was so delicate that it wasn’t considered official until the three--month mark. After carrying to three months, the consort was accepted into the family and unveiled, even if the child was subsequently lost.
Zhenya had often wondered about consorts who failed to conceive and were replaced. Who was to say that it was their fault? Both parties underwent pre-marriage medical testing to minimize this risk, but bodies were unpredictable. Of course it might not be the consort’s fault; the would-be sire could just as easily be the one whose biology failed them, but such a thing could not be admitted for a royal scion. He’d heard one tale, possibly apocryphal, of a prince whose consort hadn’t conceived -- unwilling to accept defeat, the prince had asked his consort to get him pregnant, which she had done, and their embargo was released.
The contemplation of such machinations was premature, he knew. He and his new consort had only just begun.
As keyed up as he was, it didn’t take long for him to finish. He thrust in deep and spilled, clenching his teeth against the desire to cry out. He felt his consort sigh and press back against him a little, a welcome signal of acknowledgment. Zhenya let his head droop for a moment, then straightened up and pulled out. Sasha was right there with a cloth for him to clean himself before he refastened his pants.
The cleric stepped forward and blessed the union, prayers for the success of the joining, yadda yadda. Zhenya barely paid attention. Sasha was replacing his robe on him, but all Zhenya could do was look at the draped form of his new husband, especially the one part of it that he could see, and hope that it wouldn’t be too long before he could see the rest of it.
He let Sasha lead him out of the chamber, glad that was over -- but in another, very real sense, it was just beginning. He was now a married man, with a responsibility to his consort, who was at something of a disadvantage in this situation. He hoped he could be a good, supportive husband to him, until at last the day came that he’d be allowed to see his face.
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