#and she was able to cue him to bring it over and trade for a cookie

[creekfiend]

moishe is such a cutie…

He is! He's a nice boy 💜

[manesalex]

tell the world that we finally got it all right

Michael trades his console to get Alex back.

Also available on ao3.

I started writing this post 408, before 410, and this fic idea has been demanding to be written, usually when I'm trying to sleep. I hope you all enjoy! 

***

In the end, it’s simple. Clyde is willing to make a trade for Alex, Dallas, and Bonnie, and Michael doesn’t even have to pause to think about it.

Max had tried to talk him out of it, of trading something so valuable for Alex, as if Max hadn’t literally traded his life for that of Liz’s sister. But Michael knows now without question that he’d do the same for Alex. There’s nothing in this world or in any other that Michael wouldn’t give up to keep Alex safe.

He can see Alex now and his eyes fill with tears. Alex looks furious and beautiful and Michael loves him.

His powers are still shaky, but he’s able to float the console out of his truck and toward Clyde while Alex, Dallas, and Bonnie walk toward him. Alex is leaning heavily on Dallas and it takes everything Michael has to keep his focus on what he’s doing, to not run straight to him, to let Kyle close the distance and take over from Dallas instead of him.

But then Alex is there in front of him and he’s finally in his arms again and it’s like the rest of the world ceases to exist.

***

Rosa is waiting at the front door when they reach their house. She’s holding a bag from the Crashdown and, the moment they reach her, she shoves the bag into Michael’s hands and pulls Alex into a hug.

She follows them inside and Michael is so incredibly grateful for her thinking to bring food. He doesn’t want to leave Alex’s side long enough to go to the kitchen, much less cook. He pulls Alex with him toward the couch, holding onto one of Alex’s hands while he eats. He needs that connection, that reminder, that Alex is safe and here.

“I’m fine, you know,” Alex’s reassurances are clearly meant for him only, even if Rosa is there too.

“You were gone for all that time without any of your meds or any of the things you need to take care of your leg,” Kyle says as he enters, clearly having overheard. “You’re lucky to still be alive.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna take that as my cue,” Rosa smiles and waves at them both, heading toward the door.

Alex and Kyle talk while Kyle looks him over, but all Michael can think about is what Kyle said. How close he came to losing Alex forever. Again. How he spent so much time not even noticing that Alex was missing, too focused on the other aliens, too focused on the possibility of seeing Oasis.

“Michael?” Alex’s voice is soft, pulling his attention back to the present, back to what’s going on around him. Alex looks concerned and, really, it’s so very much like Alex to be worried about him after everything.

Michael just nods and squeezes his hand. He needs to talk to Alex about all of this, but not while Kyle is still here.

It’s almost like Kyle is reading his mind, because he stands up, eyes on Alex. “Just go easy, okay? Let your boyfriend take care of you.”

Kyle glances over at Michael and Michael nods at him, watching while he leaves and using his mind to lock the door behind him.

“I’m sorry,” Alex’s voice is filled with concern, “I know how important that console is to you, how hard you’ve been trying to get back to–”

“It doesn’t matter,” Michael says, turning to face him fully. Alex still looks concerned, so Michael knows he has to explain. “Do you know why I wanted to build that console?” Alex doesn’t answer, just keeps holding his hand, waiting for him to continue. “When I was a kid, hell, for most of my life, I was so alone. Even after I reunited with Max and Isobel. I used to go out to Foster’s Ranch, watching the sky, just hoping that someone would come and take me home.

“I thought I’d find what I was looking for if I found people like me. That they’d understand me. That they’d love me.” Alex makes a quiet, almost wounded noise. Like he hurts for the child Michael was. “That’s why I wanted to build the console, to find a way home.

“But,” he says, squeezing Alex’s hand. “I’ve found that. Here. With you.”

Alex’s eyes immediately flood with tears and, fuck, Michael loves this man. And now he can tell him exactly that.

“I love you, Alexander Manes. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve wanted that since I was seventeen years old. Will you marry me?”

“Are you sure?” Not that long ago, Michael would have mistook this as a dismissal. But he can see the vulnerability in Alex’s dark eyes. And, as if Alex is anticipating Michael’s own thoughts, he says, “I know it’s a big step and I want you to be ready when we take it.”

Michael can’t help but smile at Alex’s use of when and not if. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he answers. And it’s true.

Alex’s smile in response is practically blinding, “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Michael reaches for him, cupping his jaw, leaning in to press his lips against Alex’s. They’re both smiling too much to kiss properly and Michael can taste the salt of both of their tears, but it’s perfect. The best kiss he’s had in his life.

When they part, Alex says, “I love you too, you know.” And of course Michael knows that. Once he learned how to see it, it’s in everything Alex does. “And I’m going to find a way to get your console back.”

Michael can’t help but laugh. He doesn’t know how he got this lucky, to come out of his pod at just the right time to meet Alex, to be the man Alex loves. “Okay. But I’m not using it unless you come with me.” He would like to see where he comes from, to get those answers, but he doesn’t need them. Not anymore. Not at the expense of what he has here.

Alex grins at him, “Deal.”

[sepheroth]

❛  do  you  wanna  get  out  of  here ?  ❜

𝑰 𝑯𝑶𝑷𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 .  

Could it have been that Sephiroth's social battery had quiet obviously started to have drained? Well, that having to have been the factor of the sort, he couldn't ignore and he couldn't help taking a certain fondness toward the greater fact Cindy happened to have liked he'd dressed for this sort of occasion. Now it certainly wasn't very odd that he traded his armor and sword for loafers and his a suit. But he figured the occasion in questioning was worth doing so. And he was no such thing new to travel. Often as of which when it had come to it, his main concern would have been how exactly he'd get there and when he needed to be present. All of it having to have been just for the entirety of this particular moment. Once the question from her reached back to him and his head tilted a moment. That voice in his ear emitted a sort of warmth. And even more so to cue and coax a smile from him. A brilliant, genuine one at that. Towards this moment at a point Sephiroth could recall moments ahead where only days ago on a short moment's notice he'd learn to dance. Thankfully, this was the ballroom sorts. He'd hoped that he hadn't embarrassed himself too much. One of mental note that he kept in mind and in check was that he hadn't heard any complaints on her end. The most he was able to sense was that she'd been impressed, and as on might have said, 'wowed' But thinking of it that way felt absurd to him. It brought him ease as he was able to clearly recall it. Now it was just a slow dance. It didn't take much effort. They could now have a proper conversation. Night had fallen and the starlit sky behind them started to glitter. What better setting than this for the two of them. Now that the scene behind them vied to compete with him for his attention--he thought well on that. His arms embraced to bring her closer her unto him. Gently having to have drawn her back he'd gaze unto her. How could he have allowed himself to become absent? Even for a moment of what she looked like and what she had worn for him? It must have taken her an immense amount of effort to glitz and glamour up just for him. Not that he purposefully had meant to cast his thoughts elsewhere. Cindy rightfully, of course having been the victor of his focus. Like something somewhat out of a fairy tale this day seemed to be. He'd not been a huge believer in ton tropes. Bedazzled so much his entire focus was on her, an arm smoothed over her back, and he'd inch over to gift her with a kiss.

Until he was reminded of the chatter behind them it was easy for him to forget as well that they weren't the only ones who attended the event. Once more he recalled moments from meeting a few of her friends, which turned out a lot better than he expected and everything else that lead to sight seeing. Since it was his first time in Altissia a tour for him was due. "Hmm. As much as I enjoy this moment.." he'd laugh a tad softly. " I don't believe anything would be ruined if we were to take off. I enjoyed this entire time..I don't think anyone would notice if we'd go missing. Besides, everyone's aware you've got company. Me." His voice was soft, but audible enough where it caught her ear. "I'm prepared and we can go."

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Haikyuu manager headcanons!!

Okay so these adorable teams all have the softest spot for their tiny little manager-chan, and here's how they all treat her.

[Ari's note: okay manager fics and headcanons are my absolute favourite and I love writing them]

*.` | Karasuno

They are extremely laid back with you, compared to some of the other teams. They give you your space, at the same time listen to you when you have something to say.

Respectful simps. Similar to how they act with Kiyoko (ugh yes queen-chan) they're in tears whenever you do things to motivate them, like cheer at their practice matches or give them good luck charms.

They still have the good luck charms you fastened on their bag before one of the matches.

Tanaka and Noya would literally worship the ground which you walked on. Like wow how did they get so lucky as to have three?? Cute managers?? On their team??

Yachi and you would probably subtly simp over Kiyoko with them too ngl.

Hinata and Kags would probably see you as an older sister, eventho you're their age because you're so caring and responsible.

Suga is literally your mom and Daichi is your dad. They make sure you're all healthy and you're doing well in school.

Asahi gives you hugs whenever you're sad or upset! Fite me but I think this gentle baby gives the best hugs ever >:( he's like your comfort senpai and you'd do the same for him, especially when he's feeling insecure or down.

Yams would probably be very shy around you, but he'll warm up in time.

Ahhh the best part. Tsukki! He'd find you annoying and simply not get why you're so Mcfreaking happy at first (shut up u salty beanpole, manager-chan is just a ray of sunshine, okay?) But he soon finds it endearing and slowly gets closer to you.

You walk home with Yams and Tsukki every day since your houses are close, and Tsukki walks you to your door to make sure you're safe!

Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita all see you as a little sister and often help you with your managerial duties.

The team cares and respects you so much, and are so thankful you've joined them!!

Meat buns at Ukai's are your hangout spot, and everytime you see them chilling you're so thankful to have such great friends.

*.` | Aoba Johsai

Aaah we're at the team of one of my favourite characters!! I'll start with Oikawa (can't you tell I'm so biased omg)

Oikawa absolutely adores manager-chan because although she's tiny, she's very strict, and doesn't let his fangirls near the gym when he's practicing, which he appreciates.

"yn-chan, you're so good to me, can I take you out as a thank-you?" Cue Iwa-chan's ball which comes flying at Oikawa's head. "Stop flirting with the manager, shitty-kawa"

Iwa's very fond of you too, but he doesn't let it show too often. Sometimes he picks up your favourite coffee from the vending machine and claims that he bought it by "accident". (How believable<3)

Kunimi probably sends you weird tiktok videos and tags you in funny memes. Very wholesome 10/10.

Kyotani just?? Doesn't understand you?? Like wow, she's small but the team listens to her?? Why?? He later finds out you're the manager. Mad dork here didn't know you were managing the team for the past month, and thought you just came to the gym to watch them practice. Smh.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki give you headpats and like taking selfies with you, much to Oikawa's dismay. He wants to be the only one taking pictures with you.

Like no manager-chan. Stop. Get away from them. My phone's right here I wanna take selfies with you :(

Kindaichi is cool with you. Y'all are bros and you game together sometimes.

Watari and Yahaba join too, and they're surprised to know that you're so aggressive when you game.

Cue a jealous Oikawa who struggles learning how to game just so he's invited to play with you. Simp smh.

They're all very gentle with you, and since you're their first female manager, they make sure to never make you feel uncomfortable.

You guys like grabbing ramen together and having eating contests. They really bring out your aggressive side but you love them for it.

*.` | Shiratorizawa

Can I just say Semi bsf material? Yes? Yes. Semi Eita is best friend material.

Makes you cute little Spotify playlists and you help him write lyrics to songs occasionally. You play an instrument too and you guys can just jam out for hours on end together.

You get the idea of applying to be the manager because of him, and it all took off from there.

Goshiki loves you. You're fond of your kohāi, and you genuinely just give this touch-starved future ace a lot of hugs and cuddles, which he's SO grateful for.

Like wow, y/n-chan isn't just pretty?? She's also so sweet? And smart? And capable? Semi why have you been hiding her for so long??¿ >:(

Goshiki is just so protective of you, he'd commit murder if he had to.

You have to earn Ushiwaka's respect, yk? And slowly but surely he comes to realise how dependable and responsible you are, and treats you like an indispensable member of the team.

He's got your back. And if he ever senses you're upset, he's trying to cheer you up as best as he can.

"do not feel upset, those grades will mean nothing to you in the future. I doubt you will be able to remember what you got in your second year, third monthly test." You think he's being sweet, and yes he is (in a way), but he's also trying to be reasonable and logical.

Tendo loosens you up and you tend to play pranks on the others with him.

The funniest was when you tried to prank Ushijima by adding wasabi to his onigiri and he?? Didn't get it??

Like "y/n-chan, Tendo, why did you add wasabi to this onigiri? It would've been so much better with tuna mayo??" And he has no reaction whatsoever?¿?

Cue Goshiki who tries the onigiri because he wants to prove he has spice tolerance like Ushijima, eventhough you can low-key see him tearing up.

Shirabu is your voice of reason and you and him often study together. You also have deep and philosophical conversations at 12 a.m. over text, and it is just so wholesome.

He respects you so much, not just because you care for him, but because he finds your brain so fricking smexy.

These eagle babies bring out the best in you and you're always eager to push them forward and bring out the best in them.

*.` | Fukurodani

First thing's first, besides Akaashi, you are the only other person who can cheer up an emo-mood Bokuto.

Just say "Hey Bo, you're gonna look so much cooler when you spike the ball like the true ace that you are" and his hair's all perking up and his eyes are shining.

Akaashi thinks you are an angel sent from heaven.

You're very soft on your baby owls, and they genuinely just love getting positive affirmations from you.

Akaashi always blushes when you compliment him on his sets. And you can hear him murmur genuine words of gratitude.

The other members do too. They're glad because sometimes people focus on Bo too much and forget to give them recognition, yk? It's easy to get overlooked :(

But thanks to manager-chan who's so attentive with all of them, and who's aware of all their quirks and moods, they're all so touched and so so happy.

You have a habit of getting cold pretty often, especially since practice finishes late and it's pretty chilly by then.

Konoha always lends you his jacket and walks you home, since your home's are the closest. There's just something about you that makes you soft.

You get along really well with Kaori and Yukie, and you'd definitely consider them your best friends, considering y'all are in this thang togetherrrr!!

The Fukurodani team are just all a bunch of crackheads, but they're your crackheads and you wouldn't trade them for the world.

You're a very tight-knit family, (like ugh I just get lots of comfortable, safe vibes from Fukurodani :(( <3)

You guys hang out at the store near your school pretty often to recharge after grueling days of practice together.

*.` | Nekoma

My second favourite team, Nekoma!! They are precious, gentle, soft babies and I love them to bits and pieces >:(

I'll start with Kuroo. You've always had a tiny soft spot for Kuroo ever since you've become his lab partner in chemistry class.

His notes are immaculate. I mean, cmon we're all hoes for pretty notes

You think he's so incredibly smart and talented, so when he suggests you become the Nekoma manager, you just agree right away.

You guys grow closer since you've started spending more time with him, and you banter around more often than not with chemistry pickup lines.

"hey kitten, let's form a covalent bond"

He's so whipped after you retort back. Like wow she called me sodium fine and said I'm like an exothermic reaction? Permission to simp??

(Ari stfu this isn't a Kuroo fanfic)

Kenma and you definitely play animal crossing together, and he even lets you try his switch, after you guys grow closer.

Kuroo is so insulted, he's never even touched Kenma's switch before >:(

You also push Kenma to do better during practice and he starts to care more about volleyball, since you seem so enthusiastic about it.

Yamamoto isn't even subtle about his simping smh T-T unlike Kuroo, he shamelessly flirts with you, and can't wait to show you off to Tanaka and Noya at the next camp.

"we have such a gorgeous manager now, Nekoma is ThRiViNg" he says in his head with this ridiculous dopey ass smile on his face +_+

Since deep down inside, you're a huge baby, you, Lev, Shibayama, and Inuoka get along so well. They're just happy energetic kittens, and they make you feel so happy.

y'alls energy just match, yk?

Although Fukunaga is shy to tell jokes, he tells them to you, because he knows you'd never judge him, and you actually kinda enjoy laughing along :) he's so touched.

Momma Yaku!! Yaku always lends you his jacket and makes sure to carry snacks for you in his bag. He knows you care so much about the team that you often neglect your own health, which is why he's always there to make you're feeling healthy and good.

Kai and Teshiro help you with your homework and like talking about their favourite singers with you.

They're all just such amazing human beings who treat you so well, and you feel so blessed to be a part of their team. You adore them so much, and they adore you back tenfold.

*.` | Inarizaki

[Ari's note: Ello there luvs, you've made it to the bottom of this sweet hc post and just get ready for Inarizaki :( they're my favourite team of all time, and I'm just so biased, I'm sorry ;-;]

Inarizaki's entire team just adores you so much, they think you're the light of their lives.

They're all super touch starved babies, and once you realized that, you've made sure to ensure they never feel that way.

Aran is kinda like your protective senpai, and his heart flutters ever so slightly when you call him that senpai kink oops and give him headpats, and he loves patting your head in return.

The twins are so incredibly soft for you.

Their fangirls are sometimes pretty mean, but one glare from the duo is enough to shut them up.

Osamu cooks bentos for you and gives you the warmest hugs when you ask for them, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hand is almost always in Atsumu's because he's so slick?? Like y'all, this mf would be like "y/n-chan, my hand has been aching for a while now" and when you go to observe it, he just pulls your hand into his and pulls you to follow him.

His entire body heats up when you kiss his cheek after a particularly good game, and his brain literally goes "grrrr empty", when he's usually so sly.

The twins are your bodyguards, they follow you everywhere and protect you all the time.

Enter Suna Rintaro, your meme king. He definitely records funny moments that happen during practice and send them to you, just to make you laugh, or memes of the members.

He also definitely takes pictures of you when you aren't noticing, simply because he likes the way your hair looked, or because you looked so beautiful.

Like the twins, his eyes widen whenever you kiss his cheek or ruffle his hair, and it's literally like suna.exc has stopped functioning.

Congrats manager-chan, you broke the kid -.-

Omimi might come across as stoic and cold but he's actually a huge softie, and you often give him positive affirmations.

He's also definitely a huge lover of your hugs, and looks forward to them as motivation to play well.

He'd never tell you though, he's shy™.

My baby Kita compliments you all the fricking time.

"y/n-chan, I mean this is the most sincere way, I think this hairstyle looks stunning on you"

Or "you're so capable and you work so hard, I'm so thankful to have you by my side"

And he has the most genuine expression on his face, his eyes are so earnest and shining so bright.

And when you smile at him, he's like oh shit I made her smile, depression whom? I only know serotonin.

Ginjima is usually rash but with you, he takes his time and weighs everything he says.

He doesn't wanna accidentally hurt you and regret it since he was being careless and not thinking at all.

You calm him down when he's getting too hotheaded with gentle words and he's suddenly a blushing mess.

Unlike some of the other teams that tease you a bunch, Inarizaki treats you so gently. Their little princess, as they think of you.

So mf-ing protective, like if someone looks at you wrong, you can totally bet Atsumu's going for their ankles, sangwoo style, or Osamu is trash talking them to their knees.

Would drop anything and everything to help you if ever needed.

They think you're they're entire world because you go above and beyond for them, and they genuinely love you. Like actually LOVE you to bits and pieces.

—*.`

[Ari's note: AHHH so the manager fic is done this was literally such a joy to write!! I hope you enjoyed it

Big big hugs <3 have a beautiful day, luvs!!]

[viscoushibiscus]

DREAM SMP BEASTARS AU BECAUSE I AM BORED AND WANTED TO

I got the idea for this AU like AGES ago and wanted to finally finish the dream team characters ( just for comparison, this was started back when Niki didn't fully dye her hair pink yet, and it's probably made somewhere during Tommy's exile). I just really like the dichotomy between herbivores and carnivores in Beastars and thought exploiting them for possible fluff and angst is a great idea. Here are a few head cannons I came up with:

-Dream is a coyote, and one of the strongest students at the school (Cherryton academy or maybe another school?). Everyone thinks he's going to be the next Beastar because of his charisma and very accepting nature, though it's a tough pick between him and Techno.

-thing people don't know abt him is dream actually goes to the black market (place for herbivore meat trade, which is illegal) very often.

-He used to sneak out of class with Sapnap, and one time he brought Sapnap to the black market. He and Sapnap ended up making it sort of a monthly to bi-weekly thing

-when the two became friends with George, however, Sapnap started to feel bad for eating herbivore meat and started flaking out. Dream tried to reason with him that it's "completely different" but sapnap still refuses to go because he feels he has at least SOME moral backbone to fight his carnivore instincts. the whole affair kinda puts a stick in their once strong as hell friendship. Sapnap still sticks by his values though, especially when he makes friends with Karl ( a llama) and Quackity (a duck). Dream still thinks of Sapnap as a coward for being such a softie.

-dream acts very protectively over George ( who is a dwarf rabbit), and George is either completely oblivious to his advances or has zero self-preservation instincts being next to a carnivore.

-idk if Sapnap as a panda bear would be 2 meters tall or have to take the government-mandated medication, but just for the angst factor, imagine him having to take that strength-reducing medication, and always gets such a bad head-ache. He's just in his dorm room, writhing in pain, and bbh always comes and brings him soup, or honey, and comforts him, rubbing his back, encouraging him.

-Bbh is the absolute nicest panther ever, he was probably a past beastar or gonna be a candidate for one.

-Tommy has a one-sided rivalry with dream, Tommy doesn't want to be a beastar as much as he wants to just kick Dreams ass at something like Techno does and put him in his place.

-One time though, tommy decides to follow Dream when dream sneaks out late at night. Worst f**king decision ever made. He is lead to the black market, and the moment he steps in, he's IMMEDIATELY overwhelmed by all the scents and smells, it's so so much. He sees all the herbivore meat hanging from hooks and stuff, at first he's pulled to it, but immediately cowers out, thinking of tubbo and techno and starts having a mini panic attack in the alleyway. He runs away as soon as he can.

-The next day, Tommy feels very uncomfortable around everyone. He's just very reactive to the slightest movement. He's an omnivore, so he doesn't have that need for meat as carnivores do, but he's still pulled to it. Nearly biting off Tubbo's hand at some point. At that point, he just decides to hide in a bathroom stall until classes are over. Ranboo finds him there, sobbing in the corner, and sits beside him. They share their problems, Tommy shares his story about the black market, Ranboo empathizes.

-Tommy originally hated Ranboo because he didn't feel that Tubbo was safe hanging around a carnivore( ranboo is a komodo dragon, because ender dragon->dragon->komodo dragon connection), but Tubbo just told him that Tommy himself is an omnivore so he shouldn't hang around him either if that's the case.

-Tubbo actually doesn't fear death, death fears him. He can, will, and does walk into the carnivore dorms to hang around his friends at 2:00 am, thank you very much.

-most, if not all of the dream smp is in the drama club, and some go to different clubs for different interests along with that.

-The dream smp lore is just a big ass multi-part play they're all working on in drama club

-Niki is a golden retriever, she is always very kind, and even herbivores feel safe around her. Don't be fooled by her appearance though, she is still very fierce when she needs to.

-one of the teachers is an ant-eater, and Wilbur absolutely hates that teacher and hates anteaters by extension.

-Wilbur also has a friend in the drama club, who is a blue sheep, but never caught her name, so he just calls them Friend. even when he finds out about their name, he still calls them Friend for the inside joke.

-at some point Wilbur was so sleep-deprived he started looking like a ghost, people start nicknaming him ghostbur. and ghostbur hung around Friend a lot, they took care of him then, mostly.

-wilbur is an otter because orcas and salmon are fish and otters are water mammals( fish->water->otter. idk made sense with his connection to water and all.

-Techno is the strongest herbivore able to wrestle and beat dream, which is very surprising for a hog. He got that scar on his eye from the fight he had with dream. Techno has a hunch he knows exactly what's going on with dream but doesn't say anything. He prefers not tp get involved. You'd think he's feel bad for the herbivores, but he lives by "survival of the fittest" being probably raised in a very harsh environment. (or maybe he had a Louis-esque story, being bought/saved from the black market by Phil)

-Dream knows that Tommy followed him into the black market, he just let it happen, and now he holds that over him like blackmail. (cue the bullying and/or emotional manipulation exile-arc style)

That's it for now, I have a few more ideas but I don't want to make this post too long. Hope you liked it,please don't take this too seriously, this is just for fun and exploring herbivore carnivore dynamics with dream smp characters.

[triplexdoublex]

Sex Drive

Pairing: Colson x reader

Warnings/tags: rough sex, hair pulling, name calling, chokeholds, gagging, jealousy, anal play.

Part 2 here

You knew the minute you let your eyes wander from Colson to Rook is the dressing area backstage before the show that you were in trouble. Rook knew it too, quickly tugging his shirt over his head when he caught you staring; your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. He knew how jealous Colson could get, and you did too but you didn’t care. You secretly loved how flustered it would make him and thoroughly enjoyed your ‘punishments’. You could practically feel the jealous rage in his voice while he performed tonight; each word a little harsher and anger-filled than the last.

*******

The second Colson walks back into the dressing area after the show you can tell you’re going to get exactly what you want. He stomps angrily towards you and reaches for your throat, his thumb, and middle finger squeezing tightly around your pulse points.

“I thought we talked about you keeping your little whore eyes to yourself,” he grits through his teeth.

“Colson I’m —-” you start before he cuts you off.

“I’m a little whore, is that what you're gonna say? You wanna act like a whore, I can treat you like a whore. Is that what you want?

“Maybe,” you look up at him with lust glazed puppy dog eyes.

“I ain’t fuckin’ playin,’’ he warns, tightening his grip, causing you to inhale sharply, which catches the attention of the crew.

“Annnnnd that’s our cue to leave,” Slim jokes. "C’mon dudes, let’s get outta here before these two start fuckin’ again,” he calls to the rest of the team. 

“Uhh Colson, Fuck me,” “Yes...yes. Oh my god Colson,”  Slim and Rook taunt immaturely in a high pitched feminine tone on their way out the door, mocking the many times they’ve overheard the two of you. Baze just shakes his head and laughs smacking both of them on the back of the head as they exit.

“Get your ass in the shower, hands against the wall, you know how I want you,” Colson orders, releasing you from his grasp with a shove. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

You smile discretely to yourself on the way to the shower knowing everything is going according to your plan. You also know that you could always simply just ask for it and Colson would be more than happy to oblige, giving you the roughest sex your body could handle, but it was more fun this way, watching him get so riled up, and so possessive that every thrust of his hips seemed to say “MINE”.

Colson walks to the exit and securely locks the door. He passes a half-smoked blunt laying in the ashtray on the way to the shower. He stops to light it up, taking a few puffs before finally heading to you.

Once in the bathroom he quickly strips off his clothes and joins you in the shower, already half-hard at the thought of you waiting for him as he requested. And that’s just how he finds you; hands pressed up against the wall opposite the showerhead, water cascading over your curves.

“Aye, look what we got here, ya do know how to listen,” he sneers, stepping into the shower behind you. “Ah, God damn! Why y’all females always put the water so damn hot, I swear y’all are some demons,’’ he curses, adjusting the temperature. “Now where were we?” he rasps in your ear,  firmly gripping the back of your neck with the long, slender fingers of his left hand. His lips embark on a hungry descent down the side of your throat, making you arch into their touch. He wedges a knee between your thighs giving each of them a rough nudge, widening your stance, and granting his free hand better access to you. “Sloppy, wet cunt!” his tongue lashes against the shell of your ear as he runs his fingers through your folds. “MMMmm this all from me?” he questions nipping at the soft part of your lobe while trading his fingers for his cock, thrusting into you with urgency. “I said, this from ME?!” he questions again bringing his arousal soaked fingers to your lips. “Open, slut, and answer me,” he says snapping his hips forward.

“Ye —” to try to answer, Colson’s fingers interrupting your words and making you gag.

“Taste yourself, bitch,” he grits through his teeth, pumping his fingers in and out of your throat, as you choke, and sputter.

 He retracts his fingers slightly, hooking them over the teeth of your bottom jaw, his other hand sliding up from the back of your neck to grip you by your hair. Using your hair as leverage, he yanks it back with every forward propulsion of his pelvis. The sound of your wet bodies slapping together echoes throughout the shower drowning out his grunts, moans, and your pleasure-filled hum around his fingers. He removes his fingers from your mouth and shoves your face and body flush against the wall, the cold tile making your nipples perk as he fucks you up against it. You try to sneak one of your hands between your body and the wall to give you throbbing clit some attention, but Colson catches you, snatching up your wrist.

“Lemme take care of that,” he says slyly, pulling you back away from the wall. With one arm he reaches for the removable shower head, his other arm wrapping around your neck in a chokehold keeping your back tight to his chest as his hips keep pounding away. He quickly adjusts the showerhead to the pulse setting and holds it between your legs.

“Oh my, FUCK!” you cry out, cumming almost instantly. “Colson!” you whine, trying to push the showerhead away.

“I’m not fucking done with you yet!” he growls against your neck, repositioning the showerhead, keeping it perfectly aimed at your throbbing clit. It pulses repeatedly against the sensitive bud in rhythm with Colson’s relentless cock. The pleasure is almost too much to handle your legs beginning to wobble as yet another orgasm begins to brew in your abdomen. Just as it’s about to peak, Colson drops the showerhead and momentarily pulls out, spinning you around. He grabs you by your backside, lifts you up, and re-enters you as you wrap your legs around him. “MMmmgghhh” this ass,” his groans giving it a hardy smack, his fingers then finding their way between your cheeks. He slips his middle and ring finger in your ass, loving the way he’s able to feel his cock inside you like this. And you love it too, all your holes feeling so full at once. He continues to work both your holes until he feels your legs start to quake around his hips as you climax. And he’s right there with you, spilling inside of you a few moments later, struggling to hold you up as his knee-weakening orgasm takes over. 

**********************

“Get what you wanted?” Rook teases later on when you're all hanging out, causing you to blush.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Colson questions, looking from you to the boys.

“Dude!,” Slim, starts with a laugh. “It means she only acts like a hoe to get you going. Bitch just wants some rough sex. How you haven’t figured that out yet?”

“Is that true? Colson looks at you angrily.

“Kinda,” you smile, “You two are gonna get me in trouble!” You exclaim in laughter, pointing to Rook and Slim.

“Nah, baby. You getting yourself in trouble.” Colson quips. “And don’t think I’m gonna be fucking you this time either. You ain't getting my dick in that pussy for a month now. How’s that for punishment?”

“Man, who you kiddin?” Slim cracks up. “With your sex drive, you’ll be back in that pussy TONIGHT!” 

“Nah, my dick will be in that mouth tho. I’m still getting mine she just aint gettin’ hers.”

*********

Part 2 here

[voiceless-terror]

Something to Talk About (TMA Fic)

Written for @jontim-week Day One: Rumors/Protect, warnings in tags

Rating: T

Words: 3,049

Summary: Jon and Tim deal with workplace rumors.

He’s only at the institute for six months when the rumors start.

Tim understands them, to a degree. He knows he’s liberal with his smiles and quick to charm, naturally affectionate and thinks nothing of an arm around the shoulder or a nudge to the side. Winking comes as easily as breathing. So yeah, he’s aware of how he comes off. People make assumptions, particularly in his case, as he’s been known to swing either way. It’s shitty and stereotypical, but sad to say he’s used to it.

What he doesn’t like, however, is when it involves his friends.

Tim’s friendly with most everyone, but he’s fallen into a group. When he first started, Sasha was assigned to train him and Tim’s not blind. She’s gorgeous, rivaling him in height and an even deadlier smile. She’s smart as a whip, willing to trade (occasionally hurtful) barbs and unafraid to give the bluntest of criticisms. And she’s a little strange too- she can wax poetic on the most esoteric of subjects, and wields her keyboard like a lethal weapon. Tim doesn’t want to know what she’s dug up on him. Sasha James is exactly his type...and very much not interested, despite the one night they spent together. She made it clear it wouldn’t be going any further and though it took time to get over that, he’s lucky to now count her as a friend. 

And Sasha and Jon are a package deal.

They’re an odd pair- Sasha, tall and imposing, Jon, scrawny and anything but. Jon kept to himself, barely spoke a word to Tim apart from a curt introduction, but with Sasha he shared an easy rapport. The two could spend hours debating the finer points of research methods- and if Tim was shocked by Sasha’s blatant disregard for privacy, he was even more so by Jon’s disregard for the law. Tim could spend hours listening to them snark back and forth, not getting a word in edgewise. At first glance he assumed they were dating, but when he tentatively broached the subject with Sasha, he got an almost mocking laugh. “Romance? Not my thing. And it’s very much Jon’s. We would not work out.”  

At first, Jon doesn’t seem interested in anything but work. He nods briskly at Tim as he sits across from him at his desk, occasionally answers a question or includes him on his tea run, but that’s about the extent of it. He stumbles through small talk, showing none of the easy grace and elegance of discussions with Sasha. After a few weeks, though, he opens up a bit more, allowing that deadpan humor to slip into conversations. He smiles (it’s crooked, a tiny thing but so endearing) and he lets out an occasional snort of laughter. He’s an encyclopedia of supernatural knowledge, able to practically recite his favorite passages and always eager to seek out new information. There’s nothing he enjoys more than thoroughly researching and debunking a case, and Tim can respect that. If he’s got a question on an article or a scholar, Jon’s the first one he approaches. He never asks questions, never pries. Tim appreciates that.

The two of them can make Tim genuinely laugh. Something he hasn’t done in the longest time.

They’re seen together more often than not. They’re a trio: if one’s on a case, it means the other two are as well. They’re a great team. So it’s natural that people would start to talk, make assumptions. The rumor mill is out of control; as it turns out, scholars need more than spooks to get them through the day. It starts with a few offhand comments about him and Sasha, ones that Sasha’s quick to shut down, even if there’s some truth to them. She’s never been afraid to speak her mind or come off as rude. It’s a trait Tim finds very admirable. 

But then it turns to him and Jon. 

He’s heard the snickers in the breakroom when they come in together, the arm around Jon’s shoulder mistaken for something beyond platonic familiarity. It’s not that he wouldn’t date Jon- he sees beyond Tim’s veneer, appreciates his intelligence as much as his wit, and isn’t bad looking himself. He’d consider asking him out if Jon weren’t so clearly uninterested in that sort of thing. People must mistake his blushes and stammer for a crush instead of his naturally shy and flustered demeanor. He puts up a good front for the others, scowling and snapping at most who cross his path, but he’s definitely a softie, Tim feels it in the way he leans into his side like a plant starved of sunlight. Jon needs someone in his corner that sees him too. 

So when Tim hears the mocking words in the break room, he loses it.

“Another notch on the bedpost, eh Stoker?” Marcus, the irritant from accounting with a perpetual sneer and permanently wrinkled shirt, says from his seat at the room’s sole table. “Didn’t think Sims was one to put out, but-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Tim snarls, almost dropping his mug as he whirled around and stalked over to him. He’s almost surprised at the venom in the words, but the man took it a step too far. He knows those comments would be incredibly uncomfortable for Jon. And to be honest, he’s a bit pissed on his own behalf- can he not have a friend without someone assuming they’re sleeping together? 

Marcus immediately scoots back the two inches he can in his chair, attempting to hide his fear with a snide smile. It doesn’t work. “Whoa, calm down- didn’t think this was such a touchy subject for the likes of you-” 

“The fucks that supposed to mean?” He takes a step forward, reveling in Marcus’s flinch. Not such a tough guy now, eh? Tim’s not going to hurt him, no matter how much he wants to. But it’s an old wound reopened- he doesn’t need this reputation, and he doesn’t want Jon to go down with him.

“I-I-”

“I hope to god you haven’t said that around him,” he snarls, jabbing a finger in Marcus’s chest. “And you’re going to stop it with this shit before it gets round to him. We aren’t dating, we aren’t fucking. Me and Jon? Not a thing, never have been, never will be. Do you understand me?” Marcus stutters, swallowing nervously. Tim takes a step closer, leans as close as he can and narrows his eyes. “I said-”

“Yes, yes! Christ, I get it!” He puts his hands up in a placating gesture, as if trying to calm a wild animal. He’s scared. Good. “I’ll shut it, alright? Just- back the fuck up.”

Tim stares for a moment, relishing in the man’s fear, before giving Marcus a cheery grin. “Well! As long as we’re understood. See ya around!”

He turns on his heel and walks out, attempting to calm his racing pulse. Tim’s not one for confrontation, he prefers calm discussion over impulsive anger.

Sometimes, however, it gets the job done.

________

And now Jon’s avoiding him.

Well, not really. He still sits at the same desk, gives him his usual morning greeting and answers any work-related questions. But he doesn’t join in on any of their conversations, he dodges any attempt at familiarity that he used to lean into. He skips their lunches with the excuse of being too busy, and barely smiles in Tim’s direction. He didn’t realize how much he relied on that affection until it stopped. It stings.

Maybe someone said something to him, maybe the rumor got around? He’s going to kill Marcus if that’s the case, but when confronted, the man insists he shut up, and Tim’s inclined to believe him, if the ‘I’m going to shit my pants’ look he gave him was any cue. He wants to ask Jon about it, but that could make him more uncomfortable than he already is. If Jon needs space, Tim’s going to give it to him. No matter how much it hurts.

So he goes along with it, starts talking to him less and less, stamps down the urge to crack a joke or throw an arm around his shoulder. Doesn’t ask him to after work drinks. 

That doesn’t stop him from checking in on Jon every so often, leaving a protein bar on the days he works past lunch, bringing him coffee before he gets in and saying it’s from Sasha. They’re at a strange impasse, but Tim’s starting to accept the new routine.

Sasha isn’t.

“Can you two just talk?” She asks one day over shitty sandwiches in the canteen. “I can’t stand this tense atmosphere you’ve got going. What happened?”

Tim sighs, pushes away his plate and runs a hand through his hair. “There were all those rumors going about, remember? I told Marcus to fuck off, but I think Jon caught wind of something, and I don’t want to make him uncomfortable-”

“Are you serious?” Sasha interrupts with a groan and a roll of her eyes. “Make him uncomfortable? Tim, I’ve never seen him happier than when he’s around you. He’s relaxed, he smiles. You don’t know how rare that is. We’ve known each other for two years, and he’s around you for six months and suddenly he can talk about something other than work.”

Tim tries to ignore the flutter in his stomach at the words. He couldn’t have made that much of a difference, Jon would do that with anyone, given the chance to open up. It’s not Tim’s doing. “Well, he’s the one avoiding me! I’m trying to give him space, really-”

“Space? Communicate!” Sasha slaps her hand down on the table with every syllable, startling the few others in the room. “You’re grown men, not children.”

“Communicate?” Tim snorts. “That’s rich, coming from the ice queen herself. You didn’t talk to me for a week after I made fun of that stupid show you love-”

“Time Team was an excellent programme, and I won’t be hearing any more slander.” She stood up, her chair squeaking back with the force of it, and picked up her tray to glare down at him. God, was she good at that. “Either talk to Jon, or I’ll go back to the silent treatment. And I’m great at it.”

Sasha follows through with her threat. She doesn’t talk to him for the rest of the day, studiously ignoring his questions and jokes, at one point propping a book up like a shield. It’s childish. And very effective. 

Looks like he’s going to have to talk to Jon.

______

“Did I do something wrong?” 

Jon jumps at the words, almost dropping the book in his hands. Tim’s managed to corner him in one of the more secluded areas of the library that Jon’s taken a recent liking to. Wonder why, Tim thinks with not a small amount of sarcasm.

Jon takes a step back, blinking innocently. “What?”

“You’ve been avoiding me these past couple of weeks.” Tim leans against a bookshelf, trying to seem nonchalant despite his clear nerves. He doesn’t want to seem threatening or accusatory, and Jon could very easily bolt.  “You never come to lunch, or talk with me and Sash. I just want to know if something’s wrong.”

Jon dodges his gaze as he hugs the book to his chest like a shield. “I-I don’t know what you mean.” Tim heaves a sigh; he’s going to have to be more blunt. Jon clearly wants to avoid the conversation, but he’s always responded better to clear phrasing and direct questions.

“Look, I don’t know what rumors you’ve been hearing,” Tim runs a hand through his hair nervously, carefully choosing his words. “But if I’m doing anything that makes you uncomfortable-”

“Me?” Jon lets out an incredulous laugh that gives Tim pause. “No- I - I thought I was making you uncomfortable.”

Tim stares. This was not a possibility he prepared for when practicing in front of the mirror. How could Jon think that? Was it something he said? Did? Now he’s running through their interactions, trying to pinpoint a time where he might have seemed cold or distant.

“B-Being clingy, I don’t know.” If Jon hugs that book any harder, it’s liable to break. “Getting too close, getting the wrong idea. I know you don’t like me in that way, and I didn’t want you to have to deal with those rumors. That’s not fair.”

“What?” Clingy? Now that’s a word he never thought he would hear applied to Jon.

“I heard you. W-With Marcus. In the break room.” Jon bit his lip, a habit Tim always chided him on. He controls the urge to do it now. “You seemed so mad. And I didn’t want to be the cause of any more rumors for you, so I thought it best to...well, avoid you.”

Tim squints at him in confusion. Jon thinks he’s protecting Tim. The thought is both amusing and heartwarming, and he doesn’t know what to do with it. “I mean- yes, I was mad about that, but I...I didn’t want you to have to hear that. I know how uncomfortable that shit makes you, and Marcus is an ass- he won’t let up until you put him in his place. Besides, I don’t care about that dick and whatever he thinks. I care about you.”

“O-Oh,” Jon mumbles, looking to the ground and shuffling his feet. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, as if trying to find the courage to voice his thoughts. When he finally speaks, his voice is barely audible. “It’s j-just...you made it sound so awful.”

Tim’s face softens. “Made what sound awful?”

“...Dating me.” Oh.

“Oh, Jon.” The mumbled words tug at his heartstrings. he really didn’t think Jon cared about all of that, but the man does have feelings. Tim could see how the words would hurt, and the vehemence he said them with probably didn’t help. He takes a tentative step forward, like he’s approaching a spooked animal, but Jon accepts the hand reaches for his shoulder, still not meeting his eyes. “That’s not what I meant. Anyone would be lucky to have you-”

“But not you.” 

Tim freezes and Jon shuts his eyes tightly, as if waiting for a blow that won’t ever come. He shrugs off Tim’s hand and starts to back away. “I’m sorry, forget I said anything-”

“Hang on,” Tim starts, gazing at the trembling man in front of him as a thought suddenly occurs. He doesn’t- he couldn’t- “What was that?”

“I-I-”

Tim takes a step closer. Jon doesn’t move. “Do you- did you like me?”

“Yes! No! I-I don’t know!” He reaches up to run a hand through his hair, wincing as it gets stuck in his messy bun. Tim would’ve laughed if he weren’t also spiraling. “But you clearly don’t like me, and that’s fine-”

“Why didn’t you say something?” Jon liked him. And Tim- Tim could’ve done something about it. “We could’ve-”

“I did!” Jon cries out, waving his book emphatically. “I asked you out and you said no! Months ago.”

Tim pauses. Huh? He runs back through as many conversations as he can remember, trying to think of any occasion where Jon might have asked him out, and comes up blank. Tim’s not that oblivious. “Okay, you’re going to have to help me out here. When exactly did this happen?”

“Back in December,” Jon says, as if talking to a child. “I told you about that new bookstore that opened near my flat.”

“..Okay.” He vaguely remembers Jon enthusing about this, but not very clearly. 

“They have a cat there, too.” Ah, now he remembers. Jon’s face always lights up when he talks about felines, and he’s seen more than a few pictures of a fat tabby on his phone. It’s adorable.

“I’m following.”

“And how they had a fairly comprehensive history section.” Another beat. Jon’s looking at Tim like he’s supposed to be getting the picture. He is not. “And the café next door. That sold the chai lattes you like.”

“I do like a latte.”

“And then you said, and I quote! “Sounds like your scene.” and turned back to your desk.” Jon crosses his arms, triumphantly. Apparently, he’s proven a point. Tim does not see this, and he’s pretty sure Jonathan Sims is the most infuriating man he’s ever met in his life. 

“Jon, there wasn’t a single question in that statement. You just monologued about a bookstore-”

“The question was implied!”

“Oh my god-” 

“And you turned around, and it seemed like you weren’t interested and I-I didn’t think I could handle if you said that to my face so I just- I dropped it, okay? It’s fine.” At this Jon loses all momentum, hunching his shoulders as if trying to disappear. He most certainly doesn’t look fine. 

And Tim’s going to change that.

“All this time,” he begins dramatically. Jon deserves a bit of theater. “All this time, we could’ve been going to bookstores, and having lattes, and-”

Jon’s head shoots up, his eyes going comically wide. “What?”

“What I’m trying to say,” Tim puts a hand on his hip, gives him the Stoker Smirk. Jon gulps. “Is the offer still on the table? Bookstore cat and all?” He watches as Jon gapes at him, suddenly fumbling with his book, as if suppressing a little stim of the hands.

“R-Really?”

“Course. Unlike some of us, I can ask a man a question.” Jon blushes even as he scowls. Tim’s looking forward to seeing more of that. “Whaddya say?”

“I-I’d like that.” He watches as Jon tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, suddenly demure. He hazards a glance up at Tim and lets out a little laugh. “I’m a bit of an idiot, aren’t I?”

“No more than I am,” Tim replies, throwing an arm around his shoulder and remembering just how right it feels to have Jon nestled against his side. He missed that. “Now, what’s the cat's name?”

“Spoons!” Jon perks up, his smile widening. “I think you’ll really like him.”

The rumor mill is gonna have a field day with this one. And for once, Tim doesn’t mind.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30061116

[gryffindors-weasley]

Wild Hearts

Ron Weasley x Reader

Summary: You and Ron go for a ride in his fathers car one summer night.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: none—fluff and kissing, light swearing

A/N: This is inspired by the song Stargazing by The Neighbourhood! It is also a continuation from a part of one of my fics here

It was the start of summer, your second summer spent at the Burrow since you and Ron had moved into a place of your own. To have not only one home but two was a dream in and of itself; twice the comfort and twice the opportunity to be homesick should you stray too far from either for too long. It was a delightfully bittersweet feeling, but you wouldn’t trade what you’ve got for the world. The Weasley family had always been welcoming, radiating the utmost of warmth and boisterous energy, but the same could not be said of that chaos when night rolled around. It was strikingly quiet.

You lay there in the small bed once belonging to Ron throughout his childhood, crammed for space as you lay pressed against his side like you had been for the better part of an hour. It felt as though just one wrong move from either of you and one of you would be sent toppling to the floor; it has happened before. The two of you stared restlessly at the slanted wooden ceiling, the moonlight shining in the window illuminating the little bits of dust being pushed around by the breeze coming in through the cracks in the walls. If you tried hard enough, you were so bored you just might have been able to count them.

It was impossibly quiet save for the chirping of the crickets outside and the occasional myriad of chimes when the clocks around the home struck a new hour. A new hour of doing anything but sleep. The different pitches of unsynchronized clocks signaling it was only one o’clock in the morning had been taunting you. Ron had made a few attempts to sleep, he even snored for a span of ten or so minutes, but ultimately he was left to lay awake just as you had been. Your minds were far too busy and had yet to slow down with the chaos of the family game night just hours earlier.

A huff puffed up your cheeks and left your lips while your fingers tapped absentmindedly, your hands clasped and rested in your stomach. His own sigh was soon to follow, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth in an attempt to fill the quiet of the room. As if on cue, you turn your head to the left as he turns his to the right, and you share a mirrored look as you bite the inside of your cheek. No words needed to be spoken, rarely did they ever at this point in your relationship. You knew each far too well by just a simple look.

“Wanna go for a drive?” He asks after a moment, the tip of his nose nearly bumping yours in the crowded and close proximity.

Your smile forms at the mere mention of the idea, widening more so when he matched your grin with one of his own. You laugh softly as you look up at the ceiling once more for a brief moment before returning your gaze to him, your giggling never ceasing. “You mean in the car you’ve been forbidden to use for the rest of life?”

His smile is lopsided as he tries to look at you in discontent at your question, moving to prop himself on his elbow. “That was twelve years ago,” he squints as he defends himself, “besides, I didn’t do half bad.”

“Half bad? I suppose I should ask the whomping willow. Or perhaps I could just use my memory,” you retort with a scoff and he throws his head back, heaps of ginger hair flopping out of his face momentarily. He groans, smiling nonetheless. He knows you’ll never stop teasing him about it for as long as he presents you with an opportunity.

“For old times sake?” He asks after a little while longer, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile once he brings himself to look at you. You laugh softly at him, his hair falling back around his face once more. You pretended to ponder the offer just to get on his nerves in playful mocking.

“As if I could say no to anything to rescue me from my boredom,” you beam as you kiss his nose, quick to get up from the squeaky mattress in search of your shoes.

He follows suit as he slips on his jeans, nearly tripping over his own feet as he snags his converse from under the bed. He grabs his tattered denim jacket from the back of the chair at his desk, knowing full well you’d need it.

The trip to the very first floor was not an easy feat. Not with the creaky old stairs working against you, not with the giggles you could barely seem to stifle, certainly not with the miscellaneous shoe on a step Ron hadn’t seen. It was sent tumbling down each and every step with a near painful sound that had you narrowing your eyes at him as he shrugged. Regardless of the utter clumsiness you managed to make it without waking the large family.

Ron stood in place for a moment as you looked at him quizzically and waited, watching as he shrugged on his jacket and wandered to the uneven countertop in the kitchen. He steps on the very end of a loose board and you start to smile as the other end pops up, a set of glimmering keys snatched from its spot. He turns to face you with a proud smile.

“Perhaps my mum should’ve picked a new spot,” he chuckles, spinning the keys around his finger.

You respond with an eye roll when you grab his hand, tugging him out of the door in hushed laughter. The fresh air and breeze was much better than the stuffy confines of his room at the highest point of the house, and you found yourself even more excited for the spontaneity of your plans. Even on your rush he still stopped to open your door, an action not having gone unnoticed by you as you smiled brightly at him.

“Are you sure you know how to fly this thing? You never quite seem to stick the landing,” you quip once he joins you, looking over at Ron with a half smirk, one that widened with the sheer look of offense crossing his face.

“Yes, I very well do, love,” he scoffs as if it’s the most obvious thing to know, not without grumbling under his breath either. “You try flying a car when you’re twelve.”

You laugh to yourself and shake your head, and when you turn to look at him once more, he’s already looking at you fondly despite his counter. It’s a fleeting moment of love not needing to be spoken, only heightening when he leans over the center console to kiss you once more. He nearly winces when he turns the key in the ignition, the headlights flickering on and the engine roaring to life with a certain rumble that had been telling of the car’s age. His father could no longer ground him for this, but his mother would not hesitate to scold him till the end of time if she knew just what he’d been doing.

Without much of a second thought he put the car in drive and set off down the path, tires spinning quickly down the old dirt driveway and leaving behind a cloud of dust in its wake. Surely they must have heard the tires squeal.

When you reach the end he lifts above ground in a not-smooth-takeoff, but you were far too caught up in the familiar rush, rolling the windows down. The summer air pulsed through the car in waves as he lifted above the treeline, seemingly one with the stars still far from you. You looked to each other briefly with the same beaming smiles, your laughter mingling in the space and filtering out into the night air. Everything felt weightless as you soared along, the wind blowing warmly through your hair as you stuck your arm out the window. There was no need to be hushed, no need to refrain from the giddy cheers and comical howls at the moon.

In that very moment, nothing else mattered. Not the imminent scolding of his mother, not the work you had to do when you returned to your own home, not the repercussions of a night having gone unslept. What mattered was the memory you were living, the way Ron let loose and felt free as he hollered at the moon, the way your heart raced with utter happiness. That’s what mattered.

He knows you’ll always have a hold on his heart, you have since the day he met you and he knows it’ll never change, not that he wants it to. You’re everything wonderful the world has to offer wrapped up in one person, and he doesn’t quite know how it’s possible. He’s enamored, that he did know. He’s enchanted and far beyond spellbound, feeling more than lucky that you chose to love him of all others in the universe. It was him you loved with the utmost of certainty, the sincerest of loves. It was him.

You passed over rolling hills and thriving trees, Ron’s hand in yours in wordless protection as you moved to look out the open window. That’s when he found himself staring when he knew he shouldn’t be. Staring at the way the moonlight danced across your skin and glimmered in your hair to the point that you looked ethereal. At the way you laughed joyously and freely, eyes closed as the ever-flowing breeze swirled through your hair. At the smile gracing your lips he so desperately wanted to kiss. It was his gawking that nearly made him swooped too low and scrape the front end on a hill, his heart thumping wildly as the two of you shared a fleeting look of surprise before laughing.

He knows that is but another thing you’d make sure to never let him forget, at least not for a long while. But how was he to help his distracted attention when you capture it so easily? When you steal it with no effort at all? The answer still remained to be seen.

—

The strikingly memorable clearing soon made its appearance, Ron releasing your hand to slow the car and dip to a landing. A very expectedly rocky landing he knew he’d be hearing about.

You parked in the grass, giddy and breathless as you pushed open the door and rushed out without care to close it. The night sky was vast and clear, not a cloud in sight as it sat littered with twinkling stars while you looked up at it with outstretched arms. Ron was quick to follow, not bothering to close the door either as he trails close behind. But rather than focusing his attention on the sky, he finds he’s much more content focusing on you. It was then that he enveloped you in his embrace and it was then that your gaze pulled from above you and moved to the beaming smile belonging to your blushing redhead. You grin brightly as he twirls you in his arms, hold never faltering as you rest your forehead on his, his nose brushing against yours.

“I love you,” he laughs, still jittery from the thrill of the ride. “Bloody hell I love you.”

Before you have a chance to respond, his lips are on yours, soft and tender as his hand settles on your cheek. Your quieted laughter seeps into his kiss, your fingers gripping the striped fabric of his t-shirt. He kissed you with every bit of love he had to give, cheeks flushing what was surely the same shade of his hair. You hadn’t wanted to part from him, didn’t ever want to but he’d gone and kissed you breathless, more than you already had been.

You cheeks burned a dull heat when you pulled away, lips still brushing against one another as you exhaled a breathy laugh, sharing an adoring smile. You couldn’t help but kiss him once more—twice more. It left his heart bounding within his chest, left him feeling as though this was the first time kissing you. But he was starting to think that every time felt like the first time.

The softness of his smile spoke volumes as he looked at you, leaning to rest his forehead on yours again.

“I love you,” you murmur, and his hands drop down to squeeze your own.

The moment lasted all too briefly as you pulled him with you, but he found he’d follow you just anywhere so the thought hadn’t bothered him too much. The two of you sat on the old blue hood, backs pressed to the windshield as a breathy laugh leaves your lips. Surely his muddy converse would leave his ever distinctive shoe prints that he’d forget to clean off, and surely Molly would scold him all the next morning for it. But that could wait for now. Everything else could wait.

“You’re a bad influence, you know,” he chuckles, his hand falling to his side to grab a hold of yours.

“And you’re a bad driver,” you counter, turning your head to the right to meet his already narrowed gaze.

It softened within seconds, however, a gentle smile on his lips as he allowed himself to stare. He didn’t care that his hair was poking in his eyes, or that laying on the hood of a car was ridiculously uncomfortable. He didn’t care that it was a tad too warm for a jean jacket or that his cheeks still burned from nearly wrecking his dad’s car again. When he looked at you it didn’t matter.

Without hesitation he rolled to his side, his grip on your hand never faltering as he leaned in and kissed you again. Soft and sweet, tender and loving. When you parted he stayed mere centimeters from your lips, nose bumping yours as his smile when unseen but his laughter obvious against your lips. With one more kiss he rolls back over, grinning like the lovestruck fool he knew himself to be. He was always your lovestruck fool.

In that moment everything settles around you. The laughter quieted, your pounding hearts calmed. It was serene in the way the breeze blew over you in such a way he rid himself of his jacket to give to you before finding your hand again. Peaceful in the way the crickets sang and the lightning bugs fluttered all around you. The sky seemed too breathtaking for its own good, vast and endless and full of sparkling beauty.

You hadn’t done this—you hadn’t been here since you were seventeen. Though being twenty-four hadn’t felt much different. You were still hopelessly in love just as much as you always had been.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He starts.

“The moon.”

You finish a sentence you knew all too well. The look he gives you is priceless and precious all the same and you can’t help but smile.

“What?”

“I’m beginning to think you’re just as sappy as that love potion made you be,” You jest, and he chuckles as he looks above him, quiet for a short while.

“I can’t believe Harry told you that bit,” he sighs, shaking his head.

“I’m glad he did,” you say softly, and he turns head and looks at you then.

Your eyelids had grown heavy as the late hour had started to catch up with you, your smile small yet loving as you blinked at him slowly. He released your hand in favor of pulling you close, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, then one to your nose.

“Me too,” he murmured.

He knew it was only a matter of time before the two of you fell asleep. He knew he’d come home to his parents waiting for him with crossed arms and worried expressions soon turned angry. He knew it all but couldn’t bring himself to care in that moment.

Your hearts were too wild and you were far too in love to let this pass you by.

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[emcon-imagines]

“BEING A HYDRA TEST SUBJECT, AND BEING BROUGHT INTO THE SHIELD TEAM (AGENTS OF SHIELD)”

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aklshdfajksf I wrote a lot because like with some headcanons, I just pull out the whole story lmao

You had been on SHIELD’s radar for a long time, a subject that popped up once in a while in HYDRA data dumps or in fleeting encounters with SHIELD agents. It wasn’t like HYDRA put you in the field often, and when they did, it was more training than anything else

Still, by the time you managed to escape, you had an impressive file with SHIELD. Just tons of documents and notes under “UNSUB10″

It particularly intrigued Jemma. Once in a while, she’d pull up your file when she was bored to see if there was anything she had missed before

The moment you escaped HYDRA, you were back on the radar, even though you didn’t know it yet, and thought you were in the clear as long as you kept your head down

It took them a little over a few days to find you, and in that time, you had realized you were much more lost and scared in the real world than you expected

Anything had seemed better than HYDRA, and the real world was better, but the fear was constant

Your first confrontation with SHIELD went... well... badly

Coulson, May, and Daisy had gone in to talk to you, with other agents stationed outside, but the conversation deteriorated quickly since you didn’t trust any government agencies. SHIELD, HYDRA, what was the difference?

Coulson tried, really tried to talk you down so that your powers didn’t cause damage, May was ready to hit you with her ICER and deal when you woke up later, concerned about what would happen if you weren’t able to be negotiated with

But it was actually Daisy who got through to you, Coulson and May stepping back at letting her talk to you

It was clear that you didn’t have a choice, you were going to be taken in, easy way or the hard way

And Daisy really thought she had calmed you down enough for the easy way, but when you saw other agents moving in, you panicked again, and May took the shot, zero hesitation

(something that her and Daisy would argue about later on, even though it was just an ICER)

When you arrived at the SHIELD base, the only people you interacted with for the first few days was Jemma and Daisy, even Coulson deciding to observe from a distance while you got situated

Since you couldn’t leave the containment room they had you in, Daisy spent a ton of time with you there, bringing you extra snacks, fuzzy socks (since the clothes SHIELD provided didn’t include any), even a card game to play with you

She had revealed to you that she had powers as well, and though you were sure she was just playing a “good cop” role, you let your guard down little by little

Daisy stuck around when Jemma came around for preliminary medical exams (something they did for any enhanced person that came through) since she knew you were afraid of anything remotely similar to HYDRA’s medical labs

When she saw you smiling at one of her jokes!!! she pretended she didn’t noticed, but she told Coulson immediately after that “I think y/n may be warming up.”

So Coulson finally visited you the following day, and talked to you about your options, extending the offer to stay with SHIELD and work as a part of Daisy’s extended team

Which, though you were nervous about trading one organization for another, SHIELD offered protection, something you desperately needed

Coulson also introducing you to Andrew for a psych eval, and possibly further counseling

It was strange, because you never had anyone actually looking out for you like that before, or checking in with your mental health

Also having to be cleared by Jemma and Fitz to make sure that you didn’t have any lasting effects of HYDRA’s experiments (cough brainwashing cough)

After the whirlwind of orientation began, though, the real adjustments began, especially when you were given more freedom

It was weird, because you were sure you wouldn’t want to be anywhere near the lab, but it was also an environment you were familiar with and run completely different than HYDRA’s labs

So, when you couldn’t sleep, you spent your evenings sitting in the lab with Jemma and Fitz, just to have other people to be around

Or you’d meet up with Daisy, who you also spent most of your day following around like a puppy hahaha

But she didn’t mind! She was glad that you felt safe around her and you were eager to learn and put your past behind you

You also bonded with May? Which took a few weeks because... ya know... she did shoot you... but also she was in charge of most of your training and your energies vibed well together

When Daisy wasn’t around, May took you under her wing

Which was, to say, she was a total hardass, but also a softie under it all

Like she’d totally kick your ass in training and leave you absolutely wiped, but then give you the extra toppings off her pizza slices at dinner with the crew that night because she knows you like them

Coulson and May just adopting another Bus Kid ajkhdkjdf

Mack and Daisy were SO EXCITED to introduce you to things you may have missed while with HYDRA. Movies, TV shows, pop culture moments, usually accompanied by a few beers and popcorn

You: “Sorry, wait, what is this movie supposed to be about? It’s been 20 minutes and I’m still confused? Is Lisa his wife?”

Mack: “You just gotta enjoy the art.”

Daisy: *shielding your eyes with her hand* “No don’t look at this part, I promise it’s not worth it... wait did HYDRA even give you the talk when you were a teen? How does that work?”

Lots of long 1-1s with Coulson, just as he checked in to see how you were adjusting to the team, even though he was also constantly checking with the others to get updates on you as well

You grew to really trust him, and found yourself going to him for help when you needed it

And him finally giving you the all-clear to go on your first mission!

It was probably spur-of-the-moment-we’re-fucked-and-need-more-hands-on-deck but he knew you were ready for the challenge

And you rose to it, sticking by Daisy for most of it, following her cues

But you totally passed out on the Quinjet afterwards, just completely worn out from the adrenaline and the excitement of being in the field

Mack definitely took a picture of you fast asleep on Daisy’s shoulder and sent it to her later with the caption #slumped😴

[hsmtmts-justsomewriting]

Not to be your stereotypical second semester senior but EJ Caswell is a bit too busy to be thinking about sports metaphors...

(Alternative title- overcommitted..sounds like a Caswell)

Senior year was insanely busy. Being so overwhelmed EJ had been slowing down over the last couple weeks, but he was brushing it off just fine.

EJ has arrived late that day, which was unusual in itself, as he prides himself on being on time. Holding a half eaten packet of Oreos he shuffled into the rehearsal room slumping on the bleachers away from his chattering cast mates.

“EJ honey great you could join us, you’d think a senior couldn’t get lost in the halls!” Miss Jenn giggled at her own joke as the cast were suddenly alerted to the older boys presence. EJ absentmindedly nodded and grabbed out his script.

“Yeah...sorry..um...where are we at?”

“Page 63” “Cool... thanks”

Flipping to that part in the script, he looks up to take in the scene. Kourtney, Gina, Seb and Carlos are clearly half way through blocking a castle scene- Carlos complaining his arms are tired from ‘staying in character’, Kourtney and Seb working out where they are going to come in from and how to negotiate Sebs big box costume (although it’s proving very difficult considering the rehearsal room is about a quarter of the size of the stage) and Gina is animatedly discussing the scene choices with Miss Jenn.

Within an instant, EJ is startled from the scene as Natalie is beside him rambling something about ‘needing a fill in for cogworth’ ‘went home sick’. Sauntering up with his script, EJ’s vision goes spotted as he gets up from the bleachers. But as soon as it comes it’s gone.

He just needs to get through this rehearsal, then he can; go home, finish his debate speech, go over the plays for Friday’s waterpolo match, study for tomorrow’s maths assessment, start his exam notes, memorise his lines, work on his college applications, and maybe even get some sleep.

Joining the cast he tries to hide in the back corner. Following the basic blocking directions seemed harder than usual, his head had began to pound and fatigue hit him like a wave.

However he continued on, sluggish but present helping them to finish blocking the scene.

Walking back to his place on the bleachers EJ trips over his own feet. Catching himself before a big splat on the floor he is able to avoid the attention of his cast mates. Well mostly.

“EJ are you ok?”

EJ didn’t need to look up to know that his cousin had definitely seen his little trip.

“Yep fine”

“Ok try again but this time make it the truth”

Ashlyn was caring but firm, she definitely wasn’t going to brush it off. EJ could feel his facade fading under her concerned gaze. His voice drops low.

“I-i just don’t know... Ash, I’m trying-“

“ON TO THE NEXT SCENE Gaston and Le Fou, I need you boys to start down stage right”

EJ got up slowly, subtly steadying himself against a chair not to lose balance.

“Nevermind it’ll be fine”

EJ walks off, with that any vulnerablity on face vanishing, leaving Ashlyn’s stomach to churn in a pool of worry.

Being an after school rehearsal, most of the cast heads off after they start rehearsing the next scene as it only has Gaston and Le Fou. Leaving the rehearsal room with just Miss Jenn, Big Red, EJ, Ashlyn and Gina (the latter two who were waiting on the senior for a ride home).

EJ and Big Red slowly work through the dialogue, the scene is about as smooth as a clunky old railway track. After running it twice EJ feels like his words are melding into one. But pushing through, based off his poor entrenched habits, EJ made it through another run through of the scene.

“Um can we take a five?”

Miss Jenn looks at the senior perplexed, he’s never asked for a five. Ever.

“EJ honey is everything ok?”

“Hm, yeah just need a sec”

EJ’s exhausation catches up with him, the light seems to highlight the bags under his eyes. He drops onto the bleachers, resting his head in his hands he closes his eyes for a second.

“Miss Jenn, EJ doesn’t look so good maybe you guys should wrap this up for today-”

“Ash I’m-“

“No. You look exhausted! You barely have the energy to stand up for 10 minutes”

Ashlyn moves to grab him his drink bottle but runs into his iced coffee and Oreo packet first. She flinches. Her cousin never drinks coffee unless he purely needs the caffeine.

EJ freezes she moment he realises she’s seen it.

“When was the last time you slept?!”

All eyes are on him.

“James” His head snapped up. But he couldn’t look his cousin in the eye. Because then she’d see his eyes are glassy with unshed tears. His overwhelmed thoughts race through his mind.

“Ok I think we’ll pick this up next rehearsal, please be safe getting home and get some rest”

The four students start to pack up their bags, Ashlyn asking her boyfriend to give them all a lift. Turning to her cousin, helps him finish packing his stuff.

“You can stay in the guest room, we’re having lasagna tonight”

EJ too tired to protest, walks past his Jeep in the parking lot to get in a smaller orange bug car. He’ll have to come back for it tomorrow because there’s no way he could drive safely in his tired state.

The car ride home was eerily quiet, Ashlyn day in the passenger seat next to Big Red. He drove to Ashlyn’s house like a routine he knew by heart. Gina keep flicking worried glances at EJ but the senior didn’t even notice, having closed his eyes and resting against the window the moment he entered the car.

“Thanks for the ride Biggie”

Gina gentley nudged EJ and his eyes were open in an instant.

“Thanks Red” He mumbled as he got out of the car.

“No worries, take care guys”

As the orange car was disappearing into the distance, Ashlyn unlocked the front door. Gina and EJ follow her into the house.

“James lets go the living room”

EJ follows Ashlyn to the couch, and Gina continues past to grab a drink of water from the kitchen.

“What’s going on?”

Ashlyn puts a hand on his shoulder and gently squeezes it, grounding him and reminding him that she’s here to listen. He looks at the faded colourful rug and his words begin to vomit out softly.

“I’m just trying to get it all done ...and um.. for weeks I just never seem to have enough time, and I still have to do my study notes and finish my assessment and college apps tonight... but I’m just so tired...”

His voice cracks and the wall behind his eyes begin to break.

“I have to stay up so late, to get everything I have to all done...and then polo practice at the crack of dawn... i don’t know.. I just can’t... let anyone down..”

Ashlyn pulls EJ in tightly. His body wracked with sobs, her heart breaks as she hasn’t seen him like this in a long time. Gina initially freezes entering the room just as the senior had begun to cry but soon shifts over beside them engulfing them both in a hug.

Grabbing some tissues and a sip of water he’s able to stop his crying but his tense shoulders give away his overwhelmed mind.

“it will be ok, we’ll work this out. Everyone else will understand if everything is not done right now. You’ve got to take better care of yourself, what matters is if you are ok”

Gina nods in agreeance with Ashlyn as she comforts EJ.

“But for now you need to take a break, just have a quick nap before dinner in the guest room-“

“But I have to-“

“No James you need a rest, all this stuff can come later”

He sluggishly gets up heading for the guest room mumbling a “thanks Ash” as he retreats to his long awaited rest.

After he closes the door, Ashlyn lets out the breath she had been holding. She was convinced they would have to put up more of a fight to get him to go to sleep, but the fact that they didn’t was almost more concerning.

“He did seem a little bit off earlier in the week but yeah I had no idea that this was under the surface”

Gina says to break the silence created by her and Ashlyn’s shocked worry.

“Yeah he’s always been pretty good at bottling this stuff up, definitely a Caswell skill”

Ashlyn starts to pick up the tissues heading to the bin in the kitchen. Both the girls enter the kitchen to finish heating up the leftover lasagna they made yesterday.

While cooking the veggies the girls trade stories of earlier in the day and discuss the spotting of Miss Jenn and Mr Mazzarra at Sliced on Valentine’s. Just as they’re plating up, EJ reappears. He looks somewhat disheveled, wearing sweats and his usually spiked hair is messy like a 2012 Bieber hairstyle. His contacts are long gone being traded for his wide framed glasses.

“Feeling any better?”

Bringing the plates to the table they all sit in their usual seats.

“Yeah a little...thanks guys this looks amazing”

As if on cue his stomach grumbles with excitement and they dig into the food. The three teens continue to tell stories of their day. Although exhausted, a goofy smile makes its way onto EJ’s face while telling the girls about his classmate in English that tried justify his argument quoting spark notes, instead of the actual book.

Once they’re finished, EJ stacks and clears away the plates. Grabbing her laptop, Ashlyn creates a new copy of one of her old timetables modified with all EJ’s stuff. After cleaning the dishes, EJ plops down beside her and together they start to work out.

Half an hour and a warm hot chocolate later, they manage to finish a schedule that looks like it fit a bit of time for everything while keeping a heathy amount of rest time.

“Thank you so much Ash... I really appreciate it”

Ashlyn smiles back at her cousin.

“Just promise me you’ll take care of yourself, or at least you’ll let me know if you need help”

EJ engulfs her in a hug.

“Yeah I will, thanks”

As they both move to join Gina in the lounge room, EJ grabs his laptop to start completing his speech. Flopping down onto the couch, the tv is turned onto a Brooklyn Nine Nine halloween heist episode.

Taking EJs laptop at 9:30, the older boy fell asleep within an instant. Keeping to his promise, he followed the schedule he made with Ashlyn (most of the time at least) and finally learnt how to ask for help when he realised he couldn’t do it alone. And when he asked for help, Ashlyn and Gina were always there with an extra mug of hot chocolate.

Thanks for reading! I’m open to write prompts or suggestions

(...Also if anyone can think of any better names for this please comment because all my thoughts were low key trash😂)

[magalidragon]

6! I’ve been loving everyone doing these prompts!

Aw, yay! I knew instantly which universe to set this in, as well as what would happen, so I hope you enjoy this return to grinning & grumpy, aka Hockey Player Grouch Jon and Bubbly Happy Dany!  

Romantic One-Liner Prompts

6. “Being happy, fortunately coincides with making you happy.”

“I don’t know how I feel about this.”

“It’s easy.”

Dany huffed, her knuckles white under the layer of her cashmere gloves, gripping the red edge of the ice rink wall circling her.  Initially, she was slightly offended that he hadn’t seen fit to bring them out onto the actual rink, but now, her feet resting upon narrow blades and a very hard, very cold surface, designed to be as slick as possible and when it wasn’t, filled with dangerous sharp gooves and divots that could tear into your skin, if you were not wearing proper padding.

The red leather leggings she’d chosen that morning, with her favorite oversized black cashmere sweater and black puffy coat did not consistute proper padding.  She was regretting this entire thing, when she’d agreed to Jon’s declaration that he ahd a surprise for her and would it please him if she could wear a black scarf around her eyes for a moment?

She agreed, thinking it was some new kinky thing they could test out, but nope.  He’d brought her straight to the ice rink.  The practice rink.  The children’s practice rink.  “This is a mistake,” she threw over hers houlder, still not letting go.  “I enver should have agreed to this!”

“Oh come off it, you’re fine.”  

“Says the professional hockey player!”

Indeed, her grump was skating easily around the rink, lapping her every two seconds, more comfortable on the ice than he was off of it, and he’d put on his gloves and was holding his stick, tossing about the biscuit with Edwina, who was laughing at her and pointing, looping her too.  “It’s fun Dany!” the little girl shouted, in her pink pads and pink hockey skates, a pink helmet strapped over her head.  

“Where do I get one of those?” she asked.

Jon lapped her again.  “One what?”

“A helmet.”

“Oh you’re fine.”

“You wear one!”

“Because I have six-foot, five-inch, 250 pound defensemen trying to beat the ever-loving shit out of him with their stick and blades,” he explained, popping the puck onto his stick and watching it bounce a moment before he dropped it down to the ice, sending it rocketing down the rink towards Edwina, who easily took it and shot it into the small kid’s size goal at the end.

Edwina shouted, throwing her hands into the airs.  “She shoots!  She scores!”

“Not a difficult thing to do with no one here!”

“Oh shut up Uncle Jon!”

“You shut up!”

“No you!”

Dany passed them, her feet slightly more comfortable underneath her now.  She let go of the rink with one hand, feeling better now and pushed off here and there, giggling.  It wasn’t so bad.  She glanced over to Jon, who was msiling at her, lazily crossing over to join her, his hand outstretched.  She gently placed hers in his; even through her gloves his skin was cool, despite his gloves on a moment ago.  She let him tug her away, her knees trembling.  “Ah!”

He shook his head, clicking his tongue, eyebrows lifting.  “No, none of that, just trust yourself.”

“Jon, I’m wearing sharp razors on my feet on ice.”

“That’s how you can stand, come on, just trust me.”

She trusted him with her life, letting him pull her closer to his chest, his hand still in hers, and she allowed him to pull her along, while he skated backwards, taking her around the ice, around and around, in relaxing laps, her mind going blank, focusing on the warmth from his chest, the slight puffs of his breath, and the cool breeze on her face wafting off the ice.

It was a nice surprise, one she suspected he’d done to cheer her up.  Daario had decided, after he’d been traded from the Wolves, to go on a press blitz that included trashing her as much as possible in the papers and on talk shows, going on about how she’d used him to get the job with the Wolves—not true—cheated on him with Jon—definitely not true—and currently was in a fit of depression because not only was she without him, but her meal ticket boyfriend had decided that he would retire from the Wolves after the end of the season—the only thing true about that was Jon deciding to retire from the Wolves after the end of the season.  

It had been a hard call to make, but he wanted to go out on his own terms, not because a bad check forced it out of him.  He had done what needed to be done to heal his shoulder enough to get back out there, to be the all-star centre he was.  She loved him more and more, every second, and was so grateful to have him in her life.  Daario’s shitty moves hadn’t affected her at all, until he decided to bring up some extremely personal details, personal details she regretted ever sharing with him.

Dany could only be so happy in public, but this was enough to bring her down, and when the roles switched—Jon was the smiling one in the relationship—the press had picked up on it and there was only so much even she could take.  She’d been fairly down lately.  

And Jon Snow was picking her back up.

Also literally, literally picking her up.

“Put me down!” she laughed, when he hoisted her up off the ice, spinning in a circle with her in his arms.  

He laughed, keeping a tight grip on her, skating backwards, her legs now around his hips.  “And why would I do that?”

“You drop me on my arse and I will kill you!”

“I’m not going to drop you on your arse, I am a <i>professional</i> hockey player.”

She tightened her grip around his neck, smiling down at him, his often-scowling face pulling into a relaxed grin.  “A hockey player, not a pairs figure skater.”

“Perhaps that can be my second career.”

“And who will be your partner?”

He set her down on the ice, holding her hands, and carefuly glided her around in a circle; it was shaky, but it was the barest hint of a spin.  She shrieked, amazed she hadn’t fallen down, and he pulled her back into his arms.  “You, of course.”

“I don’t know about that.”  

They skated around, her feet far more comfortable now, even willing to test the ability to push off the ice on her own, but still keeping his hand tight in hers.  Circling around and around, she noticed that Edwina had left, along with the hockey goal.  She peered up at Jon, who didn’t think a thing about it.  “What?” he wondered, at her frown.

“Wehre did Edwina go?”

On cue, the lights dimmed, bright rainbow ones flashing around lazily on the ice, like a disco globe, and music started, soft jazz that she normally played in her apartment when she wanted a hot bath, usually preferring hard rock or rap or hip-hop for everything else.  “What on earth…,” she wondered, gazing around, and then to Edwina, who was on the other side of the plexiglass, waving and giggling.  She burst into laughter.  “What did she do!?”

Jon feigned disgust.  “That little shit!”

Even the great grouch Jon Snow couldn’t hide the little curve in his lips, the smile winning out after she jabbed her elbow into his gut.  He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders, sheepish.  “Wanted to do something nice.  This is nice, right?”

He was so nervous about it, she pushed into him, knocking him slightly off balance.  She gasped, faltering, terrified of falling, but his arm shot out to wrap around her wist, keeping her on her feet—or blades—regaining his balance too.  She maintained her arms around him, nodding, smiling wide.  “Yes, it is very nice.”  She paused, whispering.  “Thank you.”

They continued to skate around, with him letting go of her to have her try some strokes out on her own, a couple of bobbles here and there, but she was able to do it, eventually skating right into his arms, her face pressing into his Winterfell Wolves hoodie.  She sighed, eyes closing, and he spun her around a few times, at home on the ice, and sharing that home with her, in a way that made her think, her eyes flicking up to his.  

He was still smiling, softly to himself, and she turned so her back was to his chest, his chin dropping to her shoulder, keeping her skates between his as he pushed her along with his momentum.  “Jon,” she whispered, hands tight on his.  

“Hmm?”

“I think you’re very happy.  I’m glad for that.”  It was where she wanted him to be, a place where he could be satisfied with how things would turn out in his career, which she knew was very important to him, and also, he was letting what Daario said in the public roll right off his back, which was what she was doing now, pressing away all that initial hurt, because she was here with Jon, and that was where she was happiest.  Where it mattered most.  

He kissed her neck, his breath tickling her ear, husky and thick with emotion.  “Being happy, fortunately coincides with making you happy.”

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes.  She turned her face up to his, grinning, and accepted the gentle kiss he touched to her lips.  “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too.”  

They skated around for some time, how long she couldn’t say, but long enough for Edwina to grow bored wherever she was hiding and stomp out, banging her hockey stick on the ice and demanding a one-on-one with the All-Star, Highest-Scoring Centre in Westeros Hockey history.  

“Are we just gonna’ skate or are we gonna’ play some puck!?” she demanded.

Jon rolled his eyes.  “Oh shut it.  You don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re six!”

“I do so know and I’m gonna’ beat you!”

Dany kissed his cheek, giggling, and squeezed his hadns again.  “I think Jon, it would make me very happy if you taught your niece a bit of hockey now.”  She arched her brows, laughing at his pretend scowl, his gagging as she let go of him and carefully toddled over to the edge of the ice rink, clearly all for show.  She got off the ice and sat down on a bench, grinning and watching him play with his niece.

And very grateful she did not have to go back out there again.  Ice skating most definitely not for Daenerys, as happy as it did make Jon.

[almostnugget]

Game Night

Julie and the Phantoms x Platonic!Reader

Maybe storms and power outages aren’t so bad when you have your friends around to keep you safe.

Warnings: Thunderstorms...? None, otherwise

A/N: this is so self-indulgent, it’s unbelievable, but ya know what? write what you want to see and this is what i want to see!! also: my first time writing for jatp publicly, oop. also: we love julie molina in this house, don’t be a coward

To say you hung out at the Molina’s house more than your own would be somewhat of an understatement.

You’ve been a good friend of Julie’s for awhile now and you spend most of your time there. Not to say you don’t necessarily want to spend time at home, you’ve just always found the company of friends more enjoyable and Mr. Molina’s always more than accommodating—a friend of Julie’s is a friend of the family’s.

“What’d you get for number four?” Julie asks, glancing up from her pile of papers to look at you perched on the end of her bed.

“England,” you hum.

Julie taps her glittery pencil to her paper. “Y/N, we’re doing Calculus.” Your eyes dart away from the window you’ve been staring out of to finally glance down at your paper—and the numbers that litter it.

“Right. Sorry,” you breathe, both of you emitting light laughter. “It’s just...it’s raining kind of hard out there.” Julie follows your gaze to notice the rain pattering against the glass, each droplet with more force than the last.

“Yeah, it’s supposed to thunder later,” she adds. Her tone is casual as she shifts in her spot, returning to her work. There’s a moment as you stay still, eyes watching the rain, before Julie seems to notice. “Are you okay?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you nod your head. “Yeah, yeah. Just distracted.” You drum your fingers anxiously against her knee and Julie’s eyes narrow as she watches. “Should I...head home? Is the storm going to get that bad?”

“We might lose power, but you know you can still stay if you want. If not, I guess my dad could drive you home...” She trails off as she shrugs. The anxiety radiating off of you is almost enough to combat Alex. “I never knew you didn’t like thunderstorms.”

You furrow your brows, eyes darting back to Julie. “I never said that,” you defend and you see the confusion written on her face. “I don’t mind them. They sound calming and the grass after a storm smells nice, but the electricity and the claps of thunder...” You shudder. “I guess it makes me...nervous.”

Julie raises a brow. “‘Nervous’ how?”

“It’s dark. And also quiet, but way too loud at the same time. It’s confusing, and what? I’m just supposed to...wait for it to be over?” You shrug suddenly, shaking your head. The papers in your lap beg for your attention. “I can’t explain it, I don’t know. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Julie’s quiet for a moment. She carefully watches as you force yourself to focus on the homework in front of you despite the incessant noise just outside. “If you say so,” she settles finally. Her eyes linger on your uneasy form before she too finally returns to her homework.

You two work for awhile longer, trading answers and asking questions back and forth until you’re both done. “Now that that’s finished!” Julie sighs triumphantly, pushing her notebooks off her lap.

She gets to her feet, moving to put everything back in its place while you just stuff your things back into your nearby schoolbag. It’s about as much cleaning as you can do.

“Why don’t we head to the studio?” Julie asks. The question comes out suddenly, making you sit up and furrow your brows. As far as you are concerned, you two were just going to loiter around the house until you inevitably shuffled home. “Come on, we can hang out with the guys.”

Of course, with knowing Julie came knowing the guys. After their performance at the Orpheum, you were able to see them and touch them too—so long as Julie was present. You were already close before you could see them, so the friendship only increased tenfold after.

You’re just confused because Julie wasn’t always known for her spontaneity and this feels awfully spontaneous.

“Yeah, sure,” you decide with a nod. Confusion aside, you aren’t going to pass up an opportunity to spend time with your friends.

Julie breaks into a smile. “Great! Why don’t I get my dad to make us some hot chocolate and then we’ll head over?”

You can’t stifle your gasp. “You mean...Ray Molina’s Famous Hot Chocolate?”

“Yes, that hot chocolate,” Julie agrees with a soft laugh and a playful eye roll. You laugh yourself, getting to your feet to follow Julie downstairs.

After the hot chocolate’s made and put into some travel mugs, the two of you make the daring race to get to the studio in the rain.

It isn’t as effective as either of you hope, but you’re both clutching your sides with laughter when you finally set foot in the garage.

“Uh...you guys are soaked,” Alex observes instantly, gesturing towards the pair of you with the drumsticks in his grasp.

Before anyone can say much else, Reggie’s eyes light up. “What is that?” He asks, looking toward the colorful mugs you both hold. “Is that...hot chocolate? It smells like hot chocolate.”

“Yeah,” Julie answers, wiping a hand over her face before she takes the jacket that Luke tosses her way. “I got my dad to make us some.”

“It’s delicious, by the way,” you quickly add, raising the cup to your lips to have a swig. The liquid’s nearly scalding, but you’re still dripping wet so it’s a welcome warmth. You make an over exaggerated ‘Ah’ sound just to tease the ghosts that can not eat or drink.

“What are you guys even doing?” Luke asks. He’s up in the loft and you narrowly miss the blanket he throws at your head. “I thought you were studying.”

“Well, we finished,” Julie responds, walking towards the couch with you on her heels. She sets her mug down, shrugging on the jacket she’s been given to make up for the rain. “And now we’re going to hang out. Because that’s what friends do.”

As you sit down, cradling your drink with both hands, you miss the pointed look all the boys receive and the subtle nod Julie gives them as she gestures towards you.

“Right! We’ll hang out...like friends do!” Alex says in a hurry. His stilted tone makes you squint up at him. “What are we doing exactly?”

A clap of thunder outside makes you jump suddenly and your grip on your mug tightens. You ignore the sudden hammering in your chest as you sink back against the couch, adjusting the blanket on your shoulders.

“We have a song!” Reggie exclaims, looking from Alex to Luke up on the loft. “We could show it to Y/N, right?”

“I think that’s a great idea!” Julie agrees, sending her bandmate a smile before she shifts to face you. “What do you say? Want to be the first to hear a new Julie and the Phantoms song?”

The corners of your lips can’t help but tug into a smile. “Some me what you got,” you say, a slight shrug accompanying your words.

With that, your four friends waste little time before giving you an impromptu performance. It goes as expected with the four of them leaving you in awe of their talent. Even still, pride swells in your chest at the thought of everything they’ll be able to accomplish together.

“It’s not finished,” Luke explains as they finish, the last few notes of Julie’s keyboard lingering in the air. “That last riff—”

“Was awesome,” you cut in, letting out a scoff. “You guys always rock. If that’s not finished, it’ll blow people away when it is.”

“Sweet,” Reggie says, reaching over to fist bump Alex in celebration. The gesture makes you laugh and fondly shake your head.

Julie shifts on her bench to face you better. “Thanks,” she tells you, smiling brightly, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Before you can say more, there’s another clap of thunder and, like an extinguished candle, the lights go out with an inaudible pop.

You can’t help but jump back, before your shoulders fall. “And now the electricity’s out,” you sigh, pulling your blanket close. Your eyes will adjust, but for now, you can’t even really see Julie or the guys. There’s only so much moonlight shining in through the windows to illuminate the room and a pit forms in your stomach.

“Luke, there’s some flashlights up in the loft,” Julie calls out and before she can finish her thought, you recognize the sound of Luke clambering up the stairs.

For awhile, you can just vaguely hear him rifling around. “Luke?” Alex asks, sounding just a bit confused. “Did you get lost?”

“Dude, it’s dark,” Luke emphasizes from up above. Despite the situation, you manage a laugh. Then you hear a triumphant gasp from above. “Got ‘em!” On cue, you hear a click and Luke’s shining a flashlight down from the loft. “Am I supposed to bring all of them...?”

“...yes?” Julie answers like it’s supposed to be obvious.

It takes Luke a moment more before he returns with a armful of flashlights. Julie pulls a battery-powered lantern from his arms, clicks its switch, and sets it on the coffee table. Thankfully, despite its size, it does well to light the studio and you feel an invisible weight lift off your shoulders.

“There,” Julie breathes, before grabbing another flashlight. “I’m going to run and check on my dad and Carlos. And tell them we’re okay.”

“You’re going back out there?” Reggie wonders, raising his eyebrows in subtle surprise. Julie chuckles, waving her flashlight at him.

“I’ll be okay.” You watch as she starts toward the door, and it’s like she can feel your eyes on her because she turns back. “There should be some board games laying around if you guys want to play some when I get back.”

With that, she opens the garage door. The small building is hurriedly filled with the sounds of the pouring rain outside before Julie pulls the door shut behind her and you’re plunged back into silence.

“So,” Alex starts, shoving his hands into his pockets. His eyes fall on you. “Board games?”

You contemplate it for just a moment before a small smile pulls at your lips. “Board games.”

The four of you split up, rummaging around in search of any board—or card—games. Reggie stops near instantly, instead gathering up blankets and pillows to throw on the floor so you’ll have a comfortable space to play.

By the time Julie returns, you’ve found just about anything you could get your hands on. Operation may need batteries and Candyland might be missing a piece or two, but you’ve got it.

The night quickly devolves into a haphazard time for board games.

“Julie—” Luke starts, staring at her imploringly over the board game in between all of you. “Please.”

Julie arches a brow and extends a hand. “Fork it over.”

“But I don’t have $150!”

Your laughter quickly fills the studio as you watch the exchange. You tried to warn Luke that Julie was not to be trifled with and he was in over his head, but he didn’t seem to think so.

Julie is unwavering. “Should’ve watched where you landed,” she retorts, eyes falling on Luke’s silver battleship atop Pennsylvania Avenue.

Luke throws his arms into the air, clearly in dismay. “Julie—”

“$150,” she repeats sternly and Luke sighs. He’s grumbling to himself as he sifts through his owned properties, choosing one to inevitably mortgage. Alex just knowingly shakes his head at the events unfolding.

Reggie blows out a sigh, setting his hands atop his knees. “Capitalism.”

The night continues on for what feels like hours. You realize you can only continue to lose to Alex in Clue so many times. Though, you can always watch Luke go bankrupt.

Before too long, you’re all laying on the floor in a heap. The lantern and every flashlight’s turned off. The moon outside’s the only illumination you’ve got, but your heart remains quiet.

Julie’s head is in the crook of your neck and you think one of Alex’s arms is thrown over your waist. Reggie’s legs are haphazardly tangled with yours and Luke’s bent at an awkward angle to insert himself in between all of you. It can’t be comfortable.

Yet blissful noise fills the air. You’re all tiredly giggling about everything and nothing at all.

“You’re all so loud,” Alex groans into a pillow, sending you all into another bout of laughter. “That’s not helping!” He lets out a muffled shriek before he lifts his head to glare at Luke in the dark. “Did you just kick me?”

“I don’t know, but he needs to get his elbow out of my hip,” Julie complains, though her voice is half-muffled by your shoulder.

“And mine,” Reggie pipes up and you can only vaguely understand Luke’s defense as you begin to succumb to sleep.

When you finally wake up, sunlight is streaming into the studio and you’re able to see that the lights are back on as well.

You lay still, everyone asleep around you. Their breathing is quiet, but even, and it’s here—in their overbearing embrace—you feel calm.

Sighing, you stare up at the ceiling and let yourself enjoy this moment of peace. Luke is snoring, or maybe it’s Reggie—perhaps both, but you’re content all the same. Alex is mumbling incoherently beside you and Julie shifts every so often, making you smile softly to yourself.

You know they did this, all of this, just for you. They weren’t as subtle as they hoped, but it doesn’t matter. Your heart is warm all the same as you shut your eyes and let yourself fall back to sleep.

[justafewsmallsteps]

Late for Halloween, but hey, it’s Inuvember. So here’s my annual contribution to my Witch AU, Now You’re Mine. Read part 1, part 2, and part 3 to understand (or you can just like the art?) This time we have exposition and angst. I appreciate any responses in the tags or comments.🥺Or any questions about this AU! Maybe I’ll even want to write more... 

Now You’re Mine Pt. 4  Words: 2208 Rating: T for violence mention and blood

It was a long, slow night for them. After Kikyou disappeared, Kagome barely uttered out his name and traced his cheekbone before falling unconscious once again. Though she stopped bleeding so profusely, he still thought it was best to get her away from the ritual sight. The full moon had his blood running hot in his veins, but the immediate danger was gone. He was on high alert that night, listening for her heartbeat and feeling her pulse to stay calm and keep his transformation at bay. It was a miracle he hadn’t turned with the events that happened, but he was on edge the whole time, red flickering in and out of his vision. His heightened senses also had him feeling extra paranoid.

By the time the sun rose and his mind felt clearer, he resolved to get them back to Kaede’s place. Inuyasha treated Kagome gingerly as they slowly made their way back. She was in and out of consciousness and her waking varied from groggy calls out to him and sudden gasps. He kept reassuring her that he was there, that she was okay now, and that he’d get them back safely.

It was annoying to walk, and that was exacerbated by the ball weight dragging his leg. He still didn’t get why it’d suddenly become so heavy overnight, but he figured it was because Kagome was in such a bad state. He doubted she would have had the strength to fly them back even if she had her broom.

When they finally walked through the entrance, it was already past nightfall. Kaede saw Kagome’s pale face and limp body and flew into action. She brewed up a strong potion to get her feeling better. It was a deep green color, full of dried ingredients to make it extra potent as they rehydrated. Normally the smell of it would send Inuyasha right out of there and far away, but he found himself uneasy being too distant. For a while he fidgeted and did his best to bear it, but eventually it proved too much for his still sensitive nose to handle. He stood outside where the scent wasn’t so concentrated, but paced under the starlight to keep guard. He doesn’t sleep. He can’t. His mind swirled along with the dried up leaves being swept up by wind.

In the early morning, Kaede joins him in the front.

“Kagome slept through the night and she’s still asleep. The medicinal potion causes drowsiness. The human body works best when it rests. She’ll probably be waking soon, but she’ll have to take it easy for some time. She was drained of a lot of blood.”

Inuyasha gives a shrug to acknowledge her. He’s not sure what to say, but he feels a little relieved. He didn’t get a wink of sleep the past few days and it was starting to take a toll on him.

“Dark witches are tricky and aren’t afraid to use any spell to serve their purposes, even if they defy the Laws. Kagome’s been through a serious blood ritual, that much was clear, but she hasn’t been able to recall a lot of what happened, so you’ll have to give me more details, Inuyasha.”

He’s quiet. What happened? A lot more than he was ready for. Between the capture, Kikyou’s resurrection, and Kagome’s near death, he’s having a hard time processing it all. Let alone how it’d been the night of the full moon, so he’d been in a near-transformation haze. Kikyou’s ghost haunted him, and Kaede had reacted so strongly when news of her came up before. Of course she had, they were of the same clan. He now knows for sure that Kikyou didn’t just disappear the night she sealed him. She died before she ever got a chance to kill him. Now she was out there somewhere.

Her words echo in his skull. “Inuyasha, I will be back for you. I refuse to die until I end you. Remember that your life is mine.”

Sensing his hesitation, Kaede adds, “The more I know about the events that transpired, the better I can treat Kagome.”

He shuffles and sighs. “Kagome was captured by some crazy old bat called Urasue. That’s the one who ambushed her at the well. When I found her she was already bleeding out on the ground. The blood ritual was… to bring back another witch.”

“A Soul Trade,” Kaede confirms. “It’s a particularly complex spell, and one that requires many key factors. A dark spell that’s difficult to control.”

“But why Kagome? The old witch was after her specifically! She went through the trouble of kidnapping her right when she came out of the well.”

Kaede lets out a steady breath and lets it mingle with the cold before answering, “For a seasoned witch, it’s easy for us to sense the power potential in others. If you’re saying this Urasue could be a century old, then she fine tuned that sense long ago. Kagome’s magic is especially strong. Haven’t you wondered why a retired teacher like me would take her in so easily? To help her control it. Kagome’s magical aura makes her stand out. You should know. Even barely trained, she's able to do things most can never hope to master.”

“Like make me into her familiar.”

Kaede gives a solemn nod.

“So she was captured because she’s powerful?”

“Partly. It makes her easy to find.”

“Then why else?”

“Who was she used to resurrect, Inuyasha? I can only believe that she’d be necessary to revive another witch. One who shares her immense magic, and one who shares her blood.”

Inuyasha looks away and clenches his fist in his sleeves. It’s like denial. “Her blood… so Kagome is Kikyou’s blood after all.”

“You’ve always known Inuyasha. You said she could be mistaken for her.”

He doesn’t like the thought. “That’s why she could free me then too, right? Kikyou put the spell on me, and Kagome could undo it because they share a bloodline.” His ears droop slightly, and his eyes seem to glaze over a little in thought.

Kaede studies him, her good eye fixes on the chain at his ankle. He’d been dragging it when he entered and exited earlier, the weight leaving heavier trails than before. “Perhaps, but ‘undo’ isn’t the right word. Replace.”

Inuyasha scoffs, but his demeanor turns serious. “When I dragged Kagome out of the spell circle it started to reverse the ritual. Kikyou started bleeding out instead, but then she escaped using Urasue’s broom. I don’t know where she went, but Kikyou’s out there somewhere. It’s why Kagome feels this bad still, I’m sure of it. ”

“So Kikyou is stuck in the middle now.”

“In the middle?”

“An undead. It’s a rare phenomenon, especially for a good witch. There are those who specialize in animating the dead—like puppeteers toying with creatures, but to resurrect life requires a much stronger power. Imagine the strength it takes for a witch to resist a ritual so insidious.” She pauses, “Or the strength it takes to survive it.”

“Is Kagome going to be alright?” His tail swishes anxiously behind him.

“I told you she’s stronger than most.”

“But… what about Kikyou? Does she need Kagome to live? Is she going to come after her to complete the ritual?”

“Kikyou is also stronger than most, maybe the strongest to have lived. She was The Keeper of the Grimoire for a long time. She must have absorbed some of its powers when she locked it away. It’s possible she will turn to it now. For better or worse, I believe she’ll find a way to survive like this.”

“That’s what the hag was after. The Grimoire, just like before.”

Kaede wonders to herself what he means by “before,” but chooses to hold her tongue about it. Whatever secrets Inuyasha has about his past are his own.

“It’s a legend to most witches. A beacon for those who seek power. It holds dark, ancient secrets. Powerful spells that bend Laws instead of breaking them. Kikyou was rumored as the last witch to know its location and be able to access it, so it makes sense that Urasue would attempt to use her to find it, but foolish to think she could control her.”

“Yeah,” he agrees with frustration, the image of Urasue’s head being sliced clean off flashes through his mind. He swallows. “She’s… definitely something.”

“I have a feeling Kagome has the same potential to reach similar heights.”

“But she wouldn’t hurt a fly!” His ears droop. “She’ll have to learn how to protect herself though…” They can’t afford for this to happen again.

It’s that kind of concern he takes for his witch that warms Kaede’s heart and makes her believe that their relationship is more than it seems. Much as Inuyasha complains, there’s a genuine softness with which he treats her. “If you stay by Kagome’s side I’m sure she’ll be well guarded as I continue on her training. You being near her will give her strength, you share it with one another. That’s part of the familiar bond.”

It’s a clear invitation for him to go inside and see her, but he doesn’t know what to do. Part of him wants to check in on her, but another part feels weird about it. He can’t shake the feeling that he has to stay alert. As if on cue, he hears a small muffle from inside the room and his ears stand on alert. He stands up immediately on instinct, his chain making a light noise at the movement.

Kaede looks up and motions to stop him before he can push aside the screen. “I should warn you about the repercussions of stopping the ritual, Inuyasha.” Her tone is hushed.

He raises his brow.

“A Soul Trade links the sacrifice and the resurrected for a short time. It’s like a transfer between the two. It’s possible that because of the ritual, Kagome and Kikyou shared certain things. Emotions. Knowledge.”

His eyes go wide for a second and he holds his breath.

“Memories.”

Inuyasha presses his lips together and stands there for a moment, mind suddenly filling with new thoughts. What had Kagome learned from Kikyou? Did she hate him now too? There was no way, but then again, she’d basically been passed out the whole time. What could she have seen? He suddenly feels like running away, but he’s frozen.

Then the muffled sound repeats, and he hears his name. Everything in his mind shouts at him, Go to her! The familiar bond is pulsing through his head. Ultimately it’s her though, fragile and searching that moves him into action.

He lets his lungs empty and sucks in another breath, the cold sting of it filling his chest and reminding him of the night she freed him. When he felt his heartbeat for the first time in decades. He pushes the door aside and enters quickly, careful not to let too much chill inside.

“Inuyasha?” Kagome calls as soon as he’s in the room.

The scent of her blood has faded, but it’s still there staining her clothes, and it bothers Inuyasha a lot. Still, he wants to know she’s okay.

“I’m here, Kagome,” he assures her as he did their walk home. “Are you alright?”

She smiles and weakly nods at him, and knots in his stomach unravel just a little. She had a way of untangling him from dark places. “Stay by me?” she requests, holding a shaky hand towards him. He flashbacks to her limp hand stuck in the pentagram, to her reaching out to protect him. Of course she didn’t hate him.

The relief swells in his chest, but he doesn’t want it to make a big deal out of nothing. Instead of saying anything, he huffs out a breath to sound bothered and sits by her, the ball annoyingly dragging against the ground on his way. Instead of taking her hand, he checks it for her pulse.

“You need something?”

Kagome blinks, her eyebrows knitting in what Inuyasha can assume is either dizziness or pain. She makes a move to study him, trying to focus on his face. She swore he looked different last night. Red eyes and jagged marks on his cheeks. She reaches out to touch him, but he pulls away and stands up.

He’s relieved she’s alright, but suddenly afraid of her questions. “You’ve been out all night since Kaede gave you that potion. I’ll get you water. You just rest up.” Kaede’s warning is stuck in his mind like tar. There are things Kagome could know now, and he doesn’t want to deal with it.  

Behind him the ball drags on the floor, catching Kagome’s attention again. Visions from the other night flicker in her mind, but they’re vague and fleeting. Some of them seem familiar, and other thoughts feel like she’s someone else. Her head aches to think about them, but her heart reacts with a different kind of pain. She frowns and watches him leave, tucking her hand back to her chest. She’s suddenly overwhelmed with longing, feeling small and pathetic as he walks away.

Why couldn’t he just stay by her side?

[benedictscanvas]

the future is bright (with you, my dear) - spencer reid x reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Mentions of death, serial killers, the general criminal minds stuff but nothing graphic

A/N: Okay, so, confession: this is very self-indulgent! I’m not very well, but desperately wanted to get something out to you so I’m sorry if the quality isn’t up to scratch! But I just wanted to write something super fluffy and comforting that could just wrap me up in a nice soft blanket. Hope you enjoy! :)

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(ways to say i love you) number 16 = “it’s okay, i couldn’t sleep anyway”

The ticking of the clock in the hotel room was unrelenting. It wormed its way into your brain and stayed there, until you were hearing it echoing in your head and you didn’t even know whether it was real anymore. Eventually, after minutes, hours, you didn’t know, you huffed as you got out of bed and took the clock off the wall, taking it into the bathroom and putting it in the tub.

When you returned to bed and you could still hear it, it was only a few minutes before you returned to the bathroom and took the batteries out. You threw them in the tub angrily and practically stomped back into your bed like a child might.

The case was slow. Agonisingly so. You’d been here for days and yet you still felt no closer to catching the unsub than you were when you began, despite having three more dead bodies left in the woods since then. Some of you were tired, some of you were cranky and some of you were just pissed off. You found yourself a mixture of all three.

It was all swirling around in your mind, and you could swear you could still hear that damn ticking, so you only heard the knocking the third time it happened and a soft utterance of your name accompanied it. You recognised the voice, and it was the only thing that had you hopping out of bed, grabbing your long cardigan from the peg and wrapping it around yourself, only wearing a tank top and shorts in the hot climate.

When you opened the door, Spencer was already halfway down the corridor.

“Spence,” you hissed, watching him wince and turn around, “Are you okay?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, did I wake you?” he whispered and you smiled as you shook your head, beckoning him into your room so you could talk properly. Rossi, who was currently in the pissed off stage of the case, would only come out of the room and glare at the two of you if you stayed in the corridor any longer.

Instead, he followed you inside, still murmuring his apologies even after you’d sat him down on the end of the bed next to you. You crossed your legs on the bed and wrapped your cardigan tighter around yourself against the chill of the cheap hotel.

“Spencer, seriously,” you said, resting a hand on his forearm to stop his mumbled rambling, “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

He paused at that and tilted his head in that adorable manner he sometimes did.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just can’t sleep. This case is…”

You trailed off but he nodded. He understood. He always did. People thought he didn’t always understand people, didn’t always pick up on things but in your experience? He picked up on your cues before anyone else, understood you better than anyone else. Best friends ever since you’d joined the BAU together, inseparable on and off cases: if there was anyone you wanted at your door when you couldn’t sleep, it was Spence.

“I know,” he said sympathetically, placing a hand over yours on his arm. He glanced behind him and looked back to you, a newly amused smile on his face, “Where’s your clock?”

You bit your the inside of your cheek.

“Never had one,” you lied, unconvincingly. It wasn’t your best work.

“All the rooms have one, Y/N,” he said, eyebrows raised as he stared at you. You muttered your answer incoherently, “What was that?”

‘It’s in the bath, okay?” you said exasperatedly, pouting, “That stupid ticking was driving me to distraction.”

He chuckled at you, shaking his head fondly.

“Of course it’s in the bath.”

“Anyway,” you said pointedly, “What are you doing awake? And here?”

His gaze was cast downward almost immediately, and you frowned. You squeezed his arm a little, because you were still holding onto it. You didn’t have the heart to let go, but luckily neither did he. It was nice to have a bit of human contact amongst all the human misery you saw day to day.

“I don’t know,” he said weakly, shrugging his shoulders, “I was just lying there staring at the ceiling and...well, I had a feeling you might be too.”

Now he was lying to you, but he was seriously trying to. It was a serious lie. Your frown only got worse, the lines of your face deepening. Now you did have the heart to, so you removed your hand from his arm and leaned back away from him.

“Spencer, why are you really here?” you said, the room changing all at once, but you added with soft eyes, “You never have to lie to me, you know?”

He was biting his lip and you just wanted to reach up and and pull it away from his teeth, run your fingers gently over his jawline, smooth out all the worry lines he’d gained since you met him. Sometimes, you wished he hadn’t seen everything he had seen, wished you could save him from it all. But sometimes, you also wished you could kiss him. Some things weren’t meant to be.

“I know,” he said guiltily, “Sorry. It’s stupid, though, and I don’t want you to think I can’t handle the case or that I’m not thinking clearly or-”

“I can guarantee that whatever your reason for knocking on my door, I’m not going to think anything like that. Ever, Spence.”

He looked at you with a look in his eye that you recognised as love. You knew it to be the completely platonic kind, but it made butterflies stir up a frenzy in your stomach regardless.

Ironically, platonic friendship was one of the furthest things from Spencer’s mind in that moment, but there was no way for you to know that.

“Okay,” he relented, “You know how me and Rossi went to the crime scene today? Well, when we pulled the sheet back from Shelly Peterson’s body there was a moment...well, it was such a stupid moment because I knew you were back at the station and we’d spoken on the phone not five minutes prior but-”

You sighed gently.

“She looked like me?” you interjected, nothing but kindness in your tone, none of the teasing he might have worried about or the wrinkled nose at the stupidity of his thoughts. None of that.

“She did,” there were tears gathering in his eyes and you had to will yourself not to cry right along with him, “A-and I just...I haven’t really seen you since because we were working on separate parts of the profile so I couldn’t sleep until I-”

He wasn’t finishing his sentences. It wasn’t unlike him sometimes, when he was a little shaken up, but it still worried you each and every time. You were so used to him being eloquent, beautifully so, speaking at a hundred miles an hour but still making more sense than people who spoke ten times slower. When he lost the ability to speak fully coherently, you knew he was really fighting an mental battle.

“Until you came and saw me?” you finished for him again, knowing he wouldn’t mind. They were words he couldn’t bring himself to say, but also ones that he needed you to know. You would happily say them for him if necessary, “Spencer, that’s not stupid.”

You had noticed your resemblance to the victim earlier that day too, but hadn’t said anything. JJ had given you a look but you’d brushed her off quickly, not wanting to draw attention to it in front of the team. They must have noticed too, it was hard not to, but nobody said anything. It went unspoken. For you, though, it had only been in pictures and you could imagine you might have reacted a little differently had you actually been at the scene like Spence.

“It felt stupid,” he said quietly, “I think Rossi thought I was losing it. I just kept...staring at her. And I knew she was Shelly Peterson, of course I did, but it felt like I was staring right at your dead body. Y/N, I don’t think I can ever do that for real. No, actually, I know I could never do that, I’m not capable, I think- I think it would kill me.”

His words were chilling. His voice got louder as he started finishing his sentences again. It was as if he was so determined never to have that nightmare become reality that he had to tell you now, he had to tell you right this second that there was no scenario in which you were allowed to die.

“Well, that’s okay,” you said confidently, not being able to help yourself when you reached up and took his chin between your thumb and forefinger, begging him to make eye contact with you, “Because I’m not going anywhere, Dr Reid, and neither are you. You’re not allowed to. I won’t have it.”

“But-”

“Nope,” you stopped him, because his thoughts were consuming him and you desperately wanted to bring him back to you, to this moment, here in the hotel room where the two of you were safe. Where the two of you were together. “Creating geographical profiles side by side, that’s how we’re going to live out the rest of our days. We’re going to go to crime scenes and trade theories away from the group if we’re not sure about them. We’re going to force each other to get a few hours sleep on the jet whenever we can.”

“Yeah?” his voice was still timid, but now it sounded like he was simply getting more overwhelmed with every sentence you spoke. You swallowed the sentimental lump in your throat and continued on, reluctantly letting go of his chin now that he’d dared to look at you.

“Yeah. We’re going to spend weekends together. In the park. At my apartment, at your apartment. We’re going to sit at our desks across from each other in the bullpen every day. Chat as we do paperwork. Get each other coffee. Eventually, I’m going to learn that however much sugar I put in will never be enough.”

“Would be great if you learnt that sooner rather than later,” he joked with a chuckle, even though there were more tears in his eyes. You swatted his arm playfully, your own choked laughter filling the small room.

“We’re going to be as old as Rossi one day, with a few grey hairs, and there will be new FBI recruits that ask each other in hushed voices, ‘Is that Doctor Reid and Agent Y/L/N? I’ve read all of their books!’ and we’ll sign a few of them if they’re lucky,” you explained, feeling a few tears of your own surfacing as you imagined Spencer with grey hairs around his temple.

You could picture him, years in the future, walking over to you on the jet and sitting down with that small groan that Rossi let out quite often when he sat down, a customary groan that slightly older people seem to do even if nothing hurts and nothing is stiff. Spencer would groan as he sat down and you would laugh at him, tease him for being too old for all this now, and he’d remind you of this very moment.

“We’re going to co-write books?” he said dreamily and you knew he was picturing scenario after scenario of your future now too. You hoped it might get the image of your dead body out of his mind, at least for a while, replace it with images of you laughing at his ridiculous philosophical jokes just because he thought they were funny.

“We are indeed,” you hummed happily.

“How do you make our job sound so...romantic?”

You hadn’t expected that, but you tried not to let it show on your face. Instead you just furrowed your brows in confusion and hoped he didn’t see the fear in your eyes at the prospect of being found out.

“Romantic?”

“Yeah,” he said, seemingly unfazed by what he was saying, “We have one of the worst jobs in the world, see more evil than most people will ever even hear about, but you make it sound like we’re going to live out this...romantic ideal.”

You took a deep breath.

“Our job is awful...basically all the time, I know. But I suppose, on the occasion that it isn’t awful, it’s usually either because we save someone or because- well, because you’re around.”

Spencer paused, staring at you and your gaze drifted down to his lips before snapping back upwards again. He saw that. Definitely. Your tone had changed, but he was the one who had mentioned romance, so you were only following his lead, you told yourself.

Was he closer than he had been a second ago? Your mind was playing tricks on you. When he spoke, his voice was breathy and barely there.

“Sounds pretty r-romantic to me.”

You held your breath.

“Is that a good thing?”

Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.

“I think you missed some stuff out of our future,” he said and all you could think was that he hadn’t said no, not yet, and that if he was about to let you down gently then you weren’t sure you would cope, “I know we’re going to work together for the rest of our lives. Create profiles and catch killers and write books. But I’m also...I’m also going to love you for the rest of our lives. Do you think we could fit that in?”

You exhaled slowly, just so he wouldn’t hear how shaky it was. Your grin was infectious, clearly, because he was grinning too, you could see it through tear-blurred vision. You wouldn’t answer his question directly, he hadn’t answered yours after all, but you spoke up quickly to make sure he had no doubt about your answer.

“We could...go on coffee dates?”

“Movie marathons under mountains of blankets?”

“Kissing in the rain?”

“Kissing under the stars.”

“Kissing everywhere.”

“Moving in together?”

“Getting a dog? A cat?”

“Getting down on one knee?”

Voices growing softer and softer, the questions soon melted away into the dim glow of the hotel room and the future felt closer than it ever had before as you shared your first kiss.

(and your second, and your third, and your…)

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tags: @justkurotingz @yes-sir-hotchner​

[thetierdslytherin]

The Avatar’s sister

Bolin x reader(korra’s sister)

2k words and it’s kinda poorly edited 

a/n there’s some cuss words and some violence?

“We were just looking for the bathroom and we got lost!”

“Ah the old I had to pee excuse you know i'm sick and tired…” I don’t catch the rest of what he's saying because I see a teenage boy dressed in pro bending gear or as I like to call him our way out of this situation. I motion for him to come over praying to the spirits that he can read the room.

          “There you two are, I've been looking everywhere for you two! It's alright Toza there with me” Up close I can see that it's actually Bolin the earth bender for the fire ferrets. Spirits can my day get any better. I've seen a few pro bending matches before and listened to even more. One of the few perks of being the avatar’s sister. While she spends her days training on air temple island I spend my days wandering the city my favorite pastime being watching pro bending matches.Spirits he looks even better up close 

          “Yeah were with him” I say flashing the man a million watt smile and he responds with 

           “so you see we’re together” Oh I like where this is going. Before I can respond Korra replies

            “well not together together” speak for yourself Korra. I'm more than happy to be together together with him. He starts to stammer embarrassed by Korra words so I try to save all of us 

            “You see Toza Bolin and I are together and my sister was just tagging along with us.” Please let this work, if not Tenzin is going to kill me for letting korra go out with me.

           “Ah I don't care I got work to do” the man begins to walk away and I pull the stammering duo out of the room before either of them could blow our cover. I turn around to see a blushing Bolin and a confused looking Korra, I really need to teach her how to pick up on social cues 

           “I’m y/n, a big fan of yours, so Bolin why don't you show the two of us around” I say while grabbing his bicep motioning for him to lead. Bolin showed us around for a while before leading us into an area overlooking the arena “So what do you think best seats in the house huh?” It really is you can see the whole arena from up here and it's much less crowded than the seats in the stadium plus there isn't a guy as easy on the eyes as Bolin down there. 

           “Oh absolutely the view just keeps getting better and better” it's not often that I get to meet people as just y/n, not the avatar's sister, or korra's younger sister. It's nice to be myself around someone knowing that they're not using me to get to the avatar. Besides from what I've seen Bolin is too sweet and innocent to do that anyways.

          “Unbelievable this place is even more amazing than I imagined” I let out a small chuckle at Korra's words. It's nice to see her getting excited at the smallest things, it shows me that she can still be a kid and not burdened by the weight of the world. It makes sneaking out and a possible chewing out from Tenzin worth it “Names Bolin by the way”

“Korra” “I know” they both look at me waiting for an explanation “well i'm just a huge fan of yours” I pause “well the fire ferrets in general” 

“Psst Bolin”

“Yeah” 

“I told you you have to stop bringing your crazy fangirls in here before the matches get them out of here” His older brother Mako whispers this to him Korra and I both hear due to the fact that they suck at whispering. It almost hurts my feelings that we aren't the only ones he brought back here but then again he's not the first guy i've flirted with here. Though he is the first guy i've flirted with that seems so...innocent.

          “Aw c'mon Mako I kinda promised them that they could stay but I got a good feeling about them there's something special about the two of them. I know it” Well he's half right there. I wonder why he lied to his brother so we could stay. He never promised us we could stay back here. Some part of me hopes it's because he's interested in me too. “Come here I want you to meet my brother Mako” he says eagerly pulling me towards him 

          “Mako! Wow I heard you play on the radio” oh boy she's totally fangirling. I personally don’t see what's so interesting about Mako or his brooding douchebag act “cmon Bolin we’re up” Mako says completely ignoring Korra walking past her, see brooding douchebag. Korra not taking the hint turns to Bolin “or I could meet him later”

           “yeah he gets real focused before a match anyways wish me luck” his comment makes me laugh. Something about the positive energy he radiates is infectious. He jogs away, I yell “good luck Bolin” followed by “good luck knock em out” from Korra 

         “So do i have to be the one to say mako is bad news or i have to let you figure it out yourself” I cross my arms giving her my best ‘i know better than you’ look. While Korra may be the older sister, only by 11 months might I add, she doesn't act it. I blame all of her teachers and instructors for never letting her live when she was younger. Now that she's basically an adult seeing the world for the first time she's very sheltered.

          “He is not bad news y/n you heard bolin he was just focused for the match! Besides, did you see him?” let her figure it out for herself it is.

          “Yes and i also saw you drooling at him” I tease 

          “Oh please like you were any better with Bolin you were practically throwing yourself at him” these are the best moments when we can just goof off.

“First off I do not throw myself at anyone, he's just sweet and insanely hot. Secondly which one of us actually has experience with boys” she opens her mouth to defend herself before quickly shutting it. Got her there. “Exactly now pay attention the match is starting” We both turn and lean on the balcony watching the start of the match.

           “The rookie ferrets came out of nowhere and made it further than anyone expected this season but tonight they face their toughest test yet folks” we watch the two teams trading back and forth blows until the fire ferrets ultimately win with Mako knocking all 3 members of the opposing team into the water. I turn to Korra to ask how her first ever pro bending match was but stopping when I see her and Mako holding each other's gazes.

          “Yes! Whoo did you see that one more win and were in the championship tournament!” Bolin yells running into the room skidding to a halt in front of me “so what'd you think y/n?” he looks down at me trying to conceal his excitement waiting for me to answer him looking happier than i've ever seen him-if that's possible. 

           “You guys were amazing Bolin!” I practically yell pulling him into a quick hug.

           “Bolins got some moves huh?” 

          “You could say that again” Before Bolin can say that again Korra grabs him by his shirt pulling him towards her 

          “That was amazing” then korra promlety pushed him away as Mako and Hasook approach arguing about the last match

          “You did more harm than good out there, you almost cost us the match!”

          “We won didn't we?”

          “Barely” 

          “Get off my case pal” Hasook yells before storming out of the room.This doesn't put a damper on korra's mood though as she addresses Mako “You guys were amazing out there especially you mr hat trick” Mako yet again walks right past her him barely paying her any attention to her half heartly saying “oh your still here”

          “What gives you the right to be such an ass mr hat trick?” I say coming to my sister's defence. Pro bender or not it doesn't give him the right to be a jerk. I even bet I could beat him sparring. He's not even good enough to be this much of a jerk.

          “Your good do you think you could show me some tricks?” no no no korra that wasn't the deal I sneak you out we watch one pro bending match and we go back to air temple island.

          “Yeah sure absolutely i'm just not sure how my earth bending might translate to your water bending but we'll figure it out” This cant get any worse if she lets them know she's the avatar we're toast. No ones supposed to know the avatars in republic city

          “Won't be a problem-”

          “korra's right it won't be a problem because we really have to go-” 

           “because i'm an earth bender” great this is j ust great.

          “Im sorry no no i didn't mean to assume ya know cause i was just figuring since well with your water tribe getup that you two were well water bender” 

          “Korras just messing with you of course were both water-” 

          “You're right, I'm a water bender too and fire bender” social. Cues. Korra. 

         “Hmm hmm i'm very confused right now” Bolin 

         “Your the avatar and i'm an idiot” Mako 

         “Both are true” Korra. I throw myself into the nearest chair running my hands through my y/h/c hair.I wonder if I beg for forgiveness if Tenzin will still ground us for the rest of forever 

          “I need a drink” I say, completely ignoring Bolin’s freak out about Korra being the avatar I've heard it all before. Just like that my chances with Bolin have gone out the window no one has ever liked me more than my sister she's the avatar I can't compete with that .I never will be able to. 

          Nonetheless I follow the brothers into the training room and sit on the stairs looking as happy to be there as Mako does. I don't pay much attention to Bolin and Korra training “so mr hat trick is there any reason why you're so prickly or are you always like this?”

          He scoffs “no i just don’t appreciate the two of you showing up like that besides your sister is a piece of work”           “No kidding hat trick don't you know being the avatar comes with a hero complex?” Okay so he's not as bad as I thought.

          “Well it's getting late so i'm going to turn in but you kids have fun”

          “Speaking of Korra we really do need to be going” I speak in a tone to let her know it wasn't an option.I stand up brushing my water tribe robes off “it really was great seeing you Bolin but we have to go”

          “Sorry my sister is being such a wet blanke-” “now Korra” 

          “Hey um y/n could you hang back for a second” here it goes. Is your sister single? Can you set me up? 

          “What do you need Bolin?” 

         “You mean other than you in my life” we both cringe after he says that.

          “That has to be the worst pick up line i've ever heard” 

         He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly “heh yeah it wasn't really my A material but the real reason i wanted to talk to you was well i was mostly just wondering well we have a match next”

          “Bolin spit it out i'm sure it isn't that bad”

          “Do you want to come to our match tomorrow then get some food after” he looks at the ground playing with his fingers. Where was the confident Bolin I met earlier? 

          “Yes”

          “Well it was a stupid idea anyways I shoul- wait yes? Really! I uh I mean of course you would want to get food with me” maybe he's more insecure than I initially thought. But then again people do have layers.

       I kiss him on the cheek turning away from him and walking to the door so he couldn't see the blush on my face “I'll see you tomorrow Bolin”

[numbaoneflaya]

Can I get a list of all ur ocs?

Well anon youve done it, you made me make a list of all my major OCS in one place. I hope your happy with yourself. Under the cut for obvious reasons, may link in my blog desc later.

Modern/BTD verse!!

Jilly- Ferret beastkin little creature, was recently turned into a werewolf by vincent as well so she's running around on full moons in a wereferret wolf hybrid creature form. Chaotic and friendly and wants to be everyone's bestie. She has the most energy in the world and is very kind hearted. Banned from most Claires for stealing and from one Home Depot for climbing the shelves. Prone to living life with rose colored glasses on and seeing the best in everything/everything even when there's nothing there. Socialization is a must for her and is why being basemented/kidnapped broke her psych so quickly and developed severe stockholm. Sometimes overly talkative/enthusiastic and can scare people off. Even if she sees someone shes decided shes friends with be noticeably 'evil', will convince herself it must be for some reason/her fault and ignore it.

Ciggy- Undead punk still learning to harness his powers to interact with the world as a ghost. Was sacrificed by a cult he joined for free concert tickets and to get laid. Likes to cause problems on purpose both pre and prior death and he's not above possessing someone once he learns how to. Was called Rooster in high school before he dropped out because he's loud, obnoxious and always screaming. And also has bright red dyed hair. Looking 4 ways to become less ghosty bcs he wants to be able to help raise his infant daughter, whom he died before he could meet. Bit annoying and in your face, likes poking at bruises, his or others. Kind of a sad heart seeking attention through volume and persistence.

Mike: Vampire loser! Sells drugs and lives at raves. Was turned when she was attacked by a coked out vampire (whom she supplied the product to) and has major scarring on her face and chest. Needs a somewhat constant influx of blood so shell sometimes take victims back to her place and chain them up, slowly draining them over time. Feels bad (ish) about it tho so it is possible to survive her if you are nice and or interesting enough. Kind of desperate for a friend and for love. Is a stalker. If she likes you enough/finds you interesting, she might just appear in your house one night and start rummaging through your fridge like nothing is wrong and youve been besties for years. Its best to indulge her and be friendly, otherwise she could turn violent quickly if her feelings are hurt.

Kilaine- Regular human woman, but fucked up. Born and raised by an elite waspy society she had an interest in the human body and pain tolerance since she was young. Quickly learned that these traits were socially unacceptable in most professions, so she became a doctor. The only family she cared about was her younger sister who she lost in a car accident, where they were flipped over and trapped inside while it was afire. While her sister burned up in front of her Kilaine only lost her left arm and had major burns on her body. This tipped her descent into sadism and she is now madly obsessed with bringing her sister back no matter the cost. Rude and offstandish, clinical.

Dragon age verse!

Thurwen- My main Hero of Ferelden with a bad temper and a heart of gold. City elf from the Denerim Alienage, 18 at the start of origins. She's a reaver warrior with a lot of pent up rage which sometimes scares others when she lets it out in battle. Over the years she's grown less moody as she's had to take the role of Commander. Crude sense of humor and violent impulses, very sensitive to the plights of others and tries often to help. Never seen crying in public but only cries to herself at night- major martyr and hanged man complex.

Caz- My circle mage elf inquisitor who was an apostate before the conclave. Blood magic, but make it sneaky. Wary of strangers and new faces, always dealing with the impulse to flee/find a high vantage point. Endless curiosity about the unknown/ the forbidden/ naughty, was supposed to be made tranquil for it but she escaped. Kind of a little creature as well, lived on her own for a while as an apostate in the woods, filed her teeth down to sharp ends to make herself look more intimidating (shes 5 ft tall) and less cute (her elf ears are huge and expressive, which shes embarrassed about)

Dag and Thagna- Carta twins! Professional lyrium smugglers since birth pretty much. Raised casteless in dust town and had to work their way up the chain of command by themselves. Dag is the brother, Thagna the sister. Their father traded them to the carta for drinking money and their mom died in childbirth so they have somewhat of a codependent relationship. Both charismatic and calculating, friendly and agreeable but won't hesitate to put a dagger in your back. Hard to pin down morally or physically, squirrelly bastards.

Reila: Dalish elf who works for the inquisition/ is the inquisitor in some aus. She has an extreme fixation on elvhen history and rebuilding what they have lost. Not a people person, prefers solitude. Takes some time to warm up to shemhlen as she has a hard history with them. Good friends with Caz, who recruited her in the first place. Doesn't understand very many social cues and finds societal expectations limiting and frustrating. Fondness for halla and hooved animals, which she finds graceful.

Elder scrolls verse!

Valkya: Near seven foot nord woman whos over a thousand years old by the events of skyrim. Tall and buff, two handed warrior and compulsive hero there to bask in the spotlight save the day. She was killed at the start of the events of Elder scrolls online and had her soul ripped out and sent to coldharbor and she's just been a pain in the ass about it since then. Her body can physically die and will not regrow pieces. Her soul however will escape and teleport to the nearest source of power where her body will regrow from an aetherial plasm until its whole again. Loud and brash, friendly and jovial. Actually pretty keen especially after centuries of life but prefers to play dumb as it makes people underestimate her. Plus, she really does enjoy mud wrestling and drinking contests and acting generally like a rambunctious frat boy. Ha developed a bit of a substance problem and a problem with acting out, as after being alive so long she would turn to anything to dull the ache inside of her that never goes away.

Espira- My Dragonborn! Redguard from Hammerfell who was briefly in the Ash’abah due to killing undead while protecting her parents water farm as a child. Ran away from them after years and went to Cyrodille, then to Skyrim and was caught crossing the border. Reserved, kind and soft spoken, she's a sword and shield warrior who's committed herself to doing good in the world by helping others. Dislikes killing and anything messy but believes it is often necessary in order to protect the weak. She blacksmiths often to save money on the upkeep of her own equipment, and takes up metal jewelry working as a hobby with the excess material. Prone to trusting others too much and giving too many second chances, as shes always looking for ways to make even the most hardened criminal a second look at life.

Riley- Espiras little brother who she locked in the wardrobe during the event of the water farm attack. In preventing him from doing violence against the undead she kept him from being conscripted into the Ash’abah. He's way more chaotic than his sister, and suffers from a case of little sibling syndrome in which he will often pester/poke at people just to get a rise out of them. Still kind hearted as his sister, he tries to hide it because he believes that the world is a cruel place and the cruel survive. Despite that belief he is often still unable to force himself to be cruel/careless, only making a show of it so that others leave him alone and don't see that he's very sensitive and emotional. Deaf in one ear due to a magic mishap in his youth, he trained and enchanted his most beloved rats to live for years and sit on his shoulder, alerting him to noises he would not otherwise notice.

Felria: Evil vamp :/ chaotic evil dunmer necromancer. Small and devilish and likes dead bodies too much. Manipulative and cunning, she loves acting. She's a trained assassin for the dark brotherhood and is the speaker. Likes dressing up for missions and wearing disguises like its all a play. Loves toying with people more than she loves killing them, will act in ways that cause as much trauma as possible for other people just for fun and she finds the reactions interesting. Considers herself too far removed from most people's perception of morality and of her so it's hard for her to trust someone or see them as worthy of knowing her. Finds the psychology of grief and fear to be interesting and wants to study them first hand. The hero of kvatch.

Herren: Fifty something year old rat woman looking for something to keep her going. Ran away from her wealthy family in her youth when they wanted her to take charge of the household, instead became an infamous jewel thief and swashbuckler. Spent most of her life traveling and stealing and double dealing. She's smarmy and sarcastic, a serial romancer of the highest caliber. Bit of a show off and a hedonist, always looking for the next good party or new product to snort. Her family died off due to the hard times she wasn't there for and she keeps looking for bigger and bigger heists to fill her appetite as she's chronically bored and lonely, though wont accept intimacy and will scoff at it out of the belief she doesn't deserve it. Irresponsible and selfish, lonely and terrified of any sort of commitment. Fun to party with though!