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[aseaofquotes]

John Irving, The World According to Garp

[authorbettyadams]

“Hidden Fires”

Science Fantasy Novel

85K Words

When his sister finds herself stranded in a hostile city, Drake McCarty must leave the retaliative safety of his wilderness home to rescue her. The mysterious alien Bard accompanies him as whispers of ancient enemies drift down from the stars. Drake can feel his bond with this ancient warrior growing every hour, but will it be strong enough to withstand the revelations that await them in the crowded city, or will it shatter under Drakes own weakness.

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[bekkachaos]

Saturday Sentences ✨

because I missed Friday and it's too early to be Sunday

tagged by @circledwithaheart for Friday fun, here's something I've been working on.

Buck's impossibly large hand rests on his hip, fingers reaching just above his waist to press gently over the fabric of his loose shirt. His other hand his helping to prop up his head as he lays beside him. One of Eddie's rests just above his elbow while the other has his fingertips in the curls at the back of Buck's head.

He knows his heart is pounding, of course it is, they've never done this before. It's taken a long time to get here but Eddie's ready, he knows he is, doesn't mean it's not still a little bit... weird.

Buck leans in to kiss him, soft and slow, kissing at his bottom lip and then at the corner of his mouth. Eddie just closes his eyes and lets himself kiss back for just a moment more.

"So do you..." Buck began, murmuring the words into his skin. "I mean, you do want to..."

He had been so careful throughout this whole thing, making sure Eddie was comfortable, letting Eddie make the first move. He'd been perfect, Eddie was the one tending to make things difficult.

"Yeah," he said quickly, not wanting to give Buck any reason to doubt, because there wasn't any. "What are we, um... I mean who's..."

God he was not being smooth.

He thought this might be easier given how much progress they've made lately and also how much he wants this.

Buck just looked down at him. Patiently waiting for him to get his words out. Eddie, just sighed and gave his arm a squeeze.

"I'm sorry, I guess I just don't really know what I'm doing here," he admitted.

Buck's hand slid up and back against his hip, his fingertips finding the edge of his shirt and slipping under it only slightly, enough to stroke his skin and turn it hot under his touch.

"That's okay," Buck says with a warm smile and a breath that's bordering on a chuckle.

Eddie cocks an eyebrow playfully.

"Are you laughing at me?" he asks and that only makes Buck smile harder.

"No I'm not, I promise," he said and his tongue ran over the line of his lip. "You're just cute when you're nervous."

Eddie rolled his eyes and grunted a little which only seemed to spur on the adoring look on Buck's face.

"I shouldn't be this nervous," he said. "It's not like it's my first time or anything." Buck does laugh this time.

"I mean, it kind of is."

Before Eddie has the good intention to scowl at him, he pauses because, well, he's kind of right.

He lets himself laugh along with Buck who drops his head to rest on Eddie's shoulder for just a moment.

"Look I... I don't have any expectations here," he looked up into Eddie's eyes. "We can go as slow as you like and stop whenever you want. We don't even have to—"

"I don't—" he cut him off and Buck's fingers stilled on his side. "I'm kind of tired of taking things slow. I don't want to stop."

He all but whispered the last part, and Buck's lips were leaning in to catch his in a tender kiss, filling them with a little more heat and letting his thumb strum over the waistband of Eddie's boxers.

"Okay," he murmured, lips kissing between Eddie's bottom lip and chin. "So... let's maybe start with something you're used to."

"Something I'm used to?" Eddie asked and Buck began to scoot down the bed.

Oh, that.

He just nodded in reply, words a little lost in his dry throat.

"I can throw these covers over if you want," Buck said, adjusting the sheet over his shoulders. "If it makes it easier to pretend I'm someone else for—"

"Buck," Eddie shook his head and reached out to put his fingers against his chin and cheeks, turning his gaze up to him. "We're here because I want it to be you. I don't want it to be anyone else. I'm ready.

Buck's cheeks flush and he gives Eddie a bashful smile and nods while he slips his fingers deeper beneath Eddie's waistband.

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[bloody-bee-tea]

Emotional Spring 2025 Day 27 - What gives you the right

This is a direct continuation of Don't leave me alone and you should probably read that first if you haven't yet. This also wouldn't exist without @see-ya-later-guys so all your thanks has to go that way!

Hitoshi wakes up to an aching body and a low hum of anticipatory nerves. The aching body is explained quickly enough; last night's mission went wrong, just like he feared, and he took the brunt of it, just like always when shit goes sideways.

The anticipatory nervousness humming under his skin is more difficult to explain and Hitoshi is confused about it right until he hears a sound from the kitchen and then it all comes crashing back.

How he made his way home even though he should have gone to the hospital just so he could see Bakugo and be home.

How Bakugo was still up, waiting for him, and then took care of his wounds.

How Hitoshi asked him to join him in bed and Bakugo actually did, without any complain about it even.

And then, of course, Bakugo's whispered question, how it made Hitoshi's stomach flutter with butterflies and his just as quiet answer.

"Do it again tomorrow and we can do something about it."

"Fuuuuuuck," Hitoshi groans out and turns around so he can bury his face in his pillow.

Before he can work himself into a panic though, Bakugo's reply comes back to him too and just like that all the butterflies are there again as well.

Because Bakugo had said "Alright". And that has to mean something, right?

Hitoshi would have preferred to find Bakugo still in bed with him but he knows Bakugo is an early riser, no matter what, so it's not really a surprise that he's already up and about.

Hitoshi fumbles for his phone, wincing when his wounds don't thank him for it and he sees that it's almost noon.

Not quite so surprising then that Bakugo is already up and about, Hitoshi thinks and drags himself out of bed.

His body is protesting his every move but Hitoshi is no stranger to pain and none of his injuries currently scream at him that he made the wrong choice in coming home last night.

He's sore and bruised to hell and back but all the cuts he received were taken care off by Bakugo and so Hitoshi is fine.

He's just fine.

Trying to prove just that to himself he shuffles forward, almost awkwardly setting one foot in front of the other until some of the stiffness is out of his limbs and by the time he reaches the kitchen, he's almost no longer limping at all.

Hitoshi comes to a surprised stop when he reaches the kitchen though because he might as well have walked into a bakery.

He sees two different cakes, a mountain of pancakes, some waffles and if he isn't mistaken then Bakugo is just putting some cupcakes into the oven.

Well, fuck then, Hitoshi bitterly thinks because he knows what this means. Bakugo is a stress-baker if he's ever seen one and so this can only mean one thing.

Bakugo didn't mean it and now he's freaking out about what he said last night. This is exactly why Hitoshi has never brought that first moment up ever again, because he just knew that he was imagining things, that Bakugo doesn't want that and even though it has now happened twice, it still clearly doesn't mean shit.

Fuck.

Hitoshi has just enough time to school his face into something more neutral when Bakugo turns around and spots him.

Bakugo's eyes go wide in what looks like to be pure terror before he fixes a scowl on his face, despite the way his cheeks go all red.

"Took you long enough," he snaps out and slams more pancakes on the table. "Eat."

Hitoshi takes another good look at the food being almost rudely offered to him and it takes him a beat too long to realise that Bakugo got all his favourite toppings and the sudden realisation makes Hitoshi's face burn up.

"Thanks," he mutters as he forces his body onto a chair and only slightly startles when Bakugo slams some pills onto the table and then much more gently sets a glass of water down.

"That first. And then you'll eat. None of your usual delicate picking, you understand, troll doll?"

It's—almost normal. The words at least are. The tone is just a little bit off and Bakugo can't seem to look him in the face and Hitoshi ducks his head and quickly swallows the pills down so he doesn't have to answer him.

Fuck, he knew he should have pretended to be asleep last night when Bakugo had whispered that question. He had wanted to, for a moment, scared of what might happen if he answered and now Hitoshi has his goddamn answer right here, it seems.

And it's the worst case scenario, too, where Bakugo didn't even want anything to happen and probably won't look Hitoshi in the face for the foreseeable future now that he knows Hitoshi even wants that from him.

Fucking fuck, Hitoshi vehemently thinks and stuffs his face with pancakes and tries not to think about why he's getting them in the first place.

"Thanks," he still mumbles around a mouthful and then uses the food as an excuse as to why he's no longer talking to Bakugo, even though their usual shared meals are full of talks.

But right now Hitoshi just doesn't feel up like pretending that nothing is wrong, that he isn't completely crushed and his chest isn't all achy; and even to himself he refuses to admit that the pain comes from something unrelated to his injuries, because he refuses to give Bakugo that kind of power over him.

The meal is awkward and silent and even though Hitoshi is no stranger to all kinds of silences, this one is just painful all around especially because he and Bakugo got past this stage a good while ago.

When they are both up and about and not actively dying then there's snark and banter and almost reverently shared stories in their apartment and to return to this stage is just crushing.

Crushing enough that Hitoshi decides to bite the bullet and actually say something about this.

"Bakugo, listen—" he starts and then almost immediately curses himself when Bakugo first flinches and then tenses up so badly that a well-placed puff of air could probably shatter him.

Still, Hitoshi is no quitter, so he takes a deep breath in anticipation of what he's going to say next but before he can, the door to their apartment flies open.

"You!" Denki yells out as soon as he spots Hitoshi and he's even pointing an accusatory finger at him. "You!!!!"

"Me, what?" Hitoshi asks, completely taken off guard by this and a quick look over to Bakugo reveals that he's not doing any better.

"You! Are not in the hospital! Where you're supposed to be!"

Denki comes to a stop right in front of Hitoshi, the most judgemental look of all times on his face, his hands propped on his hips and he's staring Hitoshi down as if it's his job.

"I'm not supposed to be at the hospital," Hitoshi grumbles, because the paramedics didn't insist.

It was a suggestion at best.

"You got hurt on your mission," Denki says as if that is reason enough for Hitoshi to be at the hospital, as if he isn't hurt on his fucking missions every goddamn time.

"So?"

"So you should be at the hospital! So someone should take care of you! So someone should dress your wounds and make you breakfast!"

Hitoshi briefly presses a hand to the bandages around his chest as he looks down at the breakfast Bakugo made for him and when he looks back to Denki he can feel his cheeks burn.

"Denki—"

"How the fuck did you get in, Sparky?" Bakugo's voice cuts between them and Denki looks over to him for the first time.

And then he clearly seems to take in the entire scenery in front of him because his eyes go wide as saucers.

"Did you finally kiss about it or is this an awkward morning after kind of thing because you two are goddamn cowards?" he almost yells out and Hitoshi closes his eyes in defeat.

Denki is clearly on a roll now and there's no stopping him anymore, he knows that from experience, so it's best to just let him get it all out and then deal with the aftermath.

Which cannot be worse than what Hitoshi already would have had to deal with, anyway.

"Pikachu," Bakugo warningly says but Denki is not paying attention and Hitoshi can practically feel his eyes on him.

"Did you? Did you kiss about it? Did you finally do it?"

Hitoshi can basically feel Denki stepping closer to him and he braces himself for an enthusiastic hug but before Denki even gets into reach Bakugo steps between them.

"Get the fuck away from him, he's hurt, you idiot," he almost growls out and then Hitoshi watches in awe how Bakugo takes Denki by the scruff and carries him right over to the door where he throws him out and then slams the door into his face for good measure, too.

It's an impressive show of strength and Hitoshi has a hard time reminding himself that this is hardly the right time to go a little bit hot under the collar about that.

"And stay out!" Bakugo yells through the closed door, but of course, that's not something that has ever stopped Denki.

"Hey, wait, you can't kick me out before I get the chance to check Hitoshi over! Unless—you're afraid of what I'll find? Toshi—Kacchan!! Did you do more than kissing with a broken bone?" There's a brief mortifying silence before it's pierced by a shriek. "Oh my god, you totally did!!!!"

"I did not break a fucking bone!" Hitoshi yells back, because he can hardly stand the silence in the apartment anymore and it finally seems to jolt Bakugo out of his silence, too.

"That's what you want to fucking focus on?" he demands to know before he yanks the door back open when Denki won't stop banging on it. "What gives you the fucking right?" he snaps in his face. "Troll doll is fucking fine, will you leave us the hell alone now? As if I wouldn't take care of him!"

"Awwww, Baku-bro, I didn't know you could be so sweet!" Denki coos out and gets a few popping explosions in his face for his trouble but at least that finally makes him book it.

Bakugo closes the door much more controlled than Hitoshi would have expected, but when he turns around his eyes are blazing with anger, which is much more like him.

"He needs to die."

"Agreed," Hitoshi immediately says and pats the chair next to him. "Come here so we can plan, I can't stand yet."

"Fuck, right," Bakugo mutters under his breath and almost rushes to his side. "How are you? Anything feeling worse than yesterday? Do we have to go to the hospital?"

He's towering over Hitoshi, anxiety in every line of his face and it's just so sweet how he said 'we', how he's so concerned for Hitoshi, how for a moment he forgets to avoid Hitoshi's gaze and that's exactly the moment Hitoshi looks up at him as well.

And just like that, their gazes lock and electricity snaps into place between them, much worse than either of the times before.

Hitoshi's stomach drops out with nerves and he's pretty sure his hands start shaking but Hitoshi pays that no mind.

Because this is the third time it happens and he did tell Bakugo that they could do something about this then and he's not about to chicken out again, not when he can at least get one kiss in.

Even if it's all he'll ever get.

"I'm not a fucking coward," Bakugo mutters in exactly that moment and by the time Hitoshi leans up, Bakugo is already meeting him halfway.

The kiss is brief, barely anything to write home about because it's nothing more than a short moment of them pressing their lips together, but it's them, pressing their lips together and Hitoshi knows he's going to dream about that moment for years to come.

"You're not a coward," Hitoshi dumbly mumbles when they part again and Bakugo rolls his eyes at him.

"Shut up, idiot," he says, almost fondly and then reaches out push his hand into Hitoshi's hair and bring their faces back together.

This kiss is much more heated and much more memorable than the one before and when Bakugo allows him to bring some space between them Hitoshi feels lightheaded.

"Bakugo—" he helplessly mutters because what in the ever loving hell is even happening? "What does that mean?"

"Katsuki. I think if we're like—boyfriends, you get to call me Katsuki."

"Katsuki," Hitoshi repeats, still not entirely caught up with what is happening but when the other really important thing Katsuki said finally clicks, his hands shoot up and anchor around Katsuki's wrist to keep his hands right where they are.

"Boyfriends?" he breathes out, not even caring about the naked hope in his voice, and also probably on his face, and Katsuki looks at him as if he's dumb, but also a whole lot fond and Hitoshi realises with a start that this is not the first time he received this look.

"I don't do no strings attached," Katsuki tells him and it almost sounds like a dare.

"Good, perfect, I do, but not with you," Hitoshi honestly says, because he's known to fuck around so it would be kind of stupid to lie about that. "Boyfriends sounds good."

"It better," Katsuki nods and then drops a kiss to Hitoshi's forehead, which almost makes him melt right through the floor.

Fuck, if this is what it's like to receive Katsuki's affection then Hitoshi doesn't know if he's ready for it.

"You—I thought you were avoiding me this morning," Hitoshi whispers out because he's dumb and stupid and can't just take a good thing for what it is. "You stress-baked."

"You were asleep for too long," Katsuki says with an eyeroll. "I had time to overthink."

Hitoshi snorts out a laugh and then almost immediately regrets it because his ribs certainly don't thank him for it.

"I thought that was more of a me thing."

"Your stupid clearly is contagious," Katsuki gives back and when he dares to take his hands back, Hitoshi catches them just in time to ghost a kiss over his fingers.

"No more overthinking, okay? I meant it, last night and also this morning. Boyfriends is what I want. With you."

"Geez, can you be any more awkward, troll doll?" Katsuki grumbles but there's a light flush on his face.

"Hitoshi."

Katsuki blinks at Hitoshi as if he didn't expect to be offered the same and Hitoshi reaches out to thread their fingers together.

"If you're going to be my boyfriend you better call me Hitoshi at least once a day."

He is more than happy with any of the nicknames Katsuki has for him, but he can't deny that he'd like to hear his name from Katsuki, too.

"Hitoshi," Katsuki mutters and Hitoshi was not prepared for the shiver it sends down his back.

It clearly doesn't go unnoticed because Katsuki smirks at him and that, too, does things to Hitoshi.

"If you think that's done for today, then you're mistaken," Hitoshi huffs out and Katsuki honest to god laughs.

Hitoshi goes warm all over at the sound.

"Nah, eyebags, I'll keep it for a special occasion for today," he promises him and Hitoshi pouts at him until he gets a kiss for it.

"Fine," he acquiesces because what else is he supposed to do with all the butterflies in his stomach and it doesn't get much better when Katsuki sits down right next to him and steals a bite of his pancakes straight from his fork.

"So you talked to Pikachu about me?" he then asks and Hitoshi finds himself thinking that the hospital might not be a bad place to be in.

"Sorry, that amazing boyfriend of mine made me breakfast, can't talk," he rushes out and stuffs his face with pancakes.

Katsuki watches him eat, some horribly soft expression on his face and Hitoshi almost chokes on his bite when Katsuki moves to tangle their legs together.

Hitoshi is still aching all over and he's pretty sure at least one of his wounds has opened up again, but this is still the happiest he's ever been and he hopes the bright smile on his face conveys exactly that.

If not, he'll just have to tell Katsuki later. Once he's done demolishing all the incredible food his boyfriend made him.

[gregorovitch-adler]

Confessions

John gazed at Sherlock from across the table as they had dinner together at home.

Mariana had left for Spain this morning, because Christmas was just around the corner.

Sherlock and John had set up the Christmas tree together -- with all the decorations and everything -- and were just waiting for the Christmas Day to come.

The kitchen was dimly lit, and the table was surprisingly clean today.

John had been wanting to say something to Sherlock for a long time now. Talk about his feelings for him, specifically.

Ever since the two of them started their crime-solving journey, by solving the case of 'The Illustrious Client' together, Sherlock and John became quite close.

Over the course of time, John had fallen in love.

Who wouldn't? And no, this question was not just rhetoric. It was rather a challenge from John to everyone out there.

Anyone who got the opportunity to live with a guy like Sherlock -- lively, enthusiastic about almost anything the world had to offer, brilliant, kind, charming, and beautiful -- would not have it in them to resist him. Of this, John was absolutely certain.

John tried to bring himself back to the present moment and picked at his food on the plate with his spoon.

"It's not going to eat itself, Watson."

John looked up at Sherlock from his plate, and he was taken aback by the intensity with which Sherlock was looking at him, too, now.

Could it be that he too...?

John shook his head and sighed before finally starting to eat. "Yeah, of course." John sat straight and let out a fake laugh. "You're right."

"You're not here. Not mentally, at least," Sherlock declared. He leaned over the table and dropped his deep voice to a whisper. "Where are you?" he asked in a mock-scandalous tone.

That was it, John thought. He could not contain himself anymore. It was the season of confessions, after all. Or something like that. "Sherlock, I've been meaning to tell you something. This has been on my mind for a while now."

Sherlock's face became guarded. He looked down at his plate. "Really? Because I also want to tell you something."

John put down his spoon and held his breath. "Oh? Go on, then. You first."

Sherlock looked up at John through his long lashes with his big, brown eyes filled with an emotion John couldn't quite put his finger on.

"I wanted to tell you that... that when you sometimes sleep in after a long case, I come upstairs, over to your room, and I stand in the doorway to watch you sleep for a few moments."

John's heartbeat picked up speed, and he flushed up at Sherlock's words. "Why - why's that?" There it was -- his classic stutter, every time a situation like this came up.

Sherlock's eyes then hinted at some mischief. John did not miss Sherlock's subtle smirk either. "Because you snore so much. I think we really need to take you to a sleep clinic sometime." Sherlock bit his bottom lip, probably to resisting an urge to burst out laughing.

John rolled his eyes. "Alright, whatever. I'm going upstairs." He placed his hands on the table and made to get up and leave.

Sherlock dropped his silverware on his plate and grabbed John by both of his wrists, making him stay where he was seated. "Okay, okay. That's clearly not what you want to talk about right now. Tell me what it is."

"Promise me you won't laugh it off, even if you don't like what I'm about to say to you." John turned his wrists to hold Sherlock's hands in his own. He tried to appear dead serious.

Sherlock's face changed from looking amused to quite earnest. "I promise." He squeezed John's hands in reassurance.

"We've become quite close since we started solving crimes together, haven't we? So much has changed since then."

Sherlock gave him a silent nod.

"From me finding you really annoying in the beginning because of your late night violin playing sessions, among loads of other things, to..."

"To?" Sherlock demanded. His voice became hoarse.

John gazed into Sherlock's eyes some more, trying to gather enough courage to spit it out already. He inhaled deeply.

"To me now having come to a point where I can't imagine the rest of my life without you. To a point where I feel so scared when I don't see you around at home in the mornings for whatever reason." John swallowed. "Sherlock, I would feel so lost if you were to leave me at some point in the future, as though I were stranded in a desert. Completely alone."

Sherlock was staring at John with his lips parted. His face was still unreadable. "Why's that?"

"Can't you deduce it?" John said with his brow furrowed. "You do have enough data at this point!"

Sherlock shook his head. "I want to hear you say it. I need you to spell it out. You know I'm not the best person when it comes to reading between the lines." His voice was shaking.

John nodded in understanding. "I love you."

There, he said it. It was all out now.

John squared his shoulders, feeling oddly confident in that moment. Whatever the consequences, he felt ready to face them all.

"I - me too." Sherlock visibly swallowed. "Everything you said just now -- I feel the same way."

Sherlock looked like he wanted to say more, so much more, but he was not in the state to be more eloquent than that just yet.

John didn't need him to.

John smiled and leaned in towards Sherlock over the table.

Sherlock met him halfway and tilted his face to kiss John on the mouth. His lips went from hesitant to intense to desperate in a matter of seconds.

John mirrored all those feelings and much more. He grabbed Sherlock's face and began to pour all the passion and love he had been feeling for this man into the kiss.

They broke off the kiss after a while, feeling out of breath.

Sherlock and John locked eyes with each other and exchanged a knowing smile.

They continued to have dinner with their fingers intertwined.

Both of them were aware of the unspoken promise waiting for them—the rest of the night, perhaps even the rest of their lives.

**

Prompt: Confessions by @fluff-cember

Tags: @helloliriels @lisbeth-kk @jamielovesjam @keirgreeneyes @totallysilvergirl @topsyturvy-turtely @peanitbear @calaisreno @gaylilsherlock , etc.

[caitviuntilidie]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends) Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Cassandra Kiramman Additional Tags: Sexual Content, Mild Smut, Walking In On Someone, Embarrassment, Awkwardness, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Happy, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies Summary:

Vi sneaks over to the Kiramman residence to spend the night with her girlfriend, only for things to end up in an embarrassing disaster.

[joshsundquist]

my love story... a comedy special about dating and being different

Here’s my full-length standup special “We Should Hang Out Sometime” ❤️🎤😂 For even more awkwardness, read the book Hi internet! For years you all have been asking me to post my full-length one person show. Here you go. I might delete later tho we'll see

Longtime followers will recognize many bits, but hopefully you'll enjoy watching all the material together in narrative form. Bonus story about my college crush Behind the scenes at opening night That time there was an earthquake during the show

[nervous-alien]

Soudam Week 2024 by @soudamweek2024

Day 4: Freeday/Party Games/Awkwardness

i loved this until i realized i made kaz's torso too short or smth. honestly i cant point what is exactly wrong but smth just is but it was too late to fix it. also yes the devas rigged the game >:)

[copperbadge]

It says something about either my recently more active social life or my ability to fill out a dating profile that every time I go on the one dating app I use, I encounter at least one person I know from my local friends group.

What's the etiquette there, anyway? Like, should you both politely pretend it didn't happen, or do you match with them purely so you can laugh about it over the app chat, or if you're into them is this the best/worst way to go about it?

There should be a button on the app for "don't make it weird". I don't know what the button would do, but I could use a Don't Make It Weird button just in general.

[knittingwithhighlighters]

so true Mercy, so true. i imagine this is what it's like to watch the office

[jedimordsith]

Mara.” Leia looked up from a small auto-cooker. Her face twisted in a grimace. “You look about as good as I feel. Sit down.”

Limping to the table, Mara sank into the booth. Organa-Solo carried over a bowl and mug, both steaming. Setting them in front of Mara, she gripped her shoulder with one small hand but didn’t say anything. Turning away, she grabbed a second bowl and mug for herself.

“I thought they’d have you in a med center by now,” Mara observed, curling her fingers around the mug and breathing in the rich scent of dark tea.

Leia smiled slightly as she sank into the spot opposite Mara. “Han has been systematically upgrading the Falcon’s med facilities since Endor. He’s also been very quietly working on getting certified as a medic. Between the training and the equipment, he refuses to hand me off for anything less than major surgery these days.” Her warm eyes clouded. “If I’d been conscious, I wouldn’t have hogged his attention.”

“It was fine,” Mara shook her head. “Luke took care of me. He’s got enough med experience to be a professional himself almost.” And Solo couldn’t have given me what I needed anyway.

[drelizabethgreene]

Made my first contribution to the Buddie fandom on AO3! Went for a sickfic with a side of hurt/comfort. Your comments are appreciated!

[wizardingworldlibrary]

Awkwardness Masterlist

All that I'm living for. (ao3) - pengblackgirlorjustlexi Seamus/Dean N/R, 1k

Summary: Six months. That's how long Dean and Seamus had been together. Coincidentally, that was also how long Dean had been putting off coming out to his mother. Well, times up and his mom made chicken.

An Imperfect Situation (ao3) - erininoctober Hermione/Draco E, 306k

Summary: After indulging Ron’s request to take their newly-founded relationship to the next level, Hermione finds herself pregnant just a month after the Battle of Hogwarts. In a post-war society where Pure and Half-blood babies are highly desired, she finds her best option for resolving her situation lies in the hands of the person she trusts least in the world: Draco Malfoy.

Any Instrument (ao3) - dicta_contrion Draco/Harry E, 131k

Summary: Draco Malfoy wouldn't go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can't control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

Bucket List (ao3) - be11atrixthestrange Hermione/Ron T, 1k

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[gregorovitch-adler]

Jacket

(Sequel to Affection for @topsyturvy-turtely and @a-victorian-girl)

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John was standing in front of the mirror above the mantle piece in the sitting room, putting on a jacket to go out for a walk. The weather was bright and he had wanted to stretch his limbs a bit.

Sherlock came out of his bedroom in a T-shirt and pyjama bottoms. He had put on a dressing gown, looking gorgeous even then. John sighed and averted his eyes from Sherlock.

Sherlock walked up behind John and began to help him with his jacket.

Odd, John thought with his eyebrows raised, but he let Sherlock help him with the sleeves.

John fastened the zip, and Sherlock wrapped his arms around John's waist all of a sudden. His heart was racing.

"What are you doing?" asked John with his brows knitted, trying to free himself from Sherlock's grip.

Sherlock did not step away, or even loosen his grip. What the hell?

John glared at Sherlock through the mirror.

"So, when were you going to tell me?"

"Tell you what?" his hands were still grabbing at Sherlock's forearms, but he had stopped resisting now for some reason. He had to know what was going on, though.

"That you think I'm the best and the wisest man you've ever known? And that nobody else could ever hold a candle to me? I never realised... John, I had no idea!" Sherlock had placed his chin on John's shoulder.

John's lips parted in horror. "You went to through my drafts? Scratch that, you opened my laptop again?"

"Obviously."

"Obviously. I'd even changed my password recently. How... and why?"

"Mine was in the bedroom. I had to note something down urgently, and your laptop was right there. Also, it's not so hard to guess someone's password when it's their year of birth. Seriously, John?"

John could see his face turn scarlet in the mirror. "Yeah, whatever. You couldn't have just noted down what you had to, and then shut it again, could you?"

"Doesn't matter. Don't steer away from the point. How long have you been feeling this way?"

John closed his eyes in embarrassment, now feeling apologetic. "Are you here to humiliate me?"

"No."

John waited for Sherlock to elaborate. Which he didn't. He just kept staring at John through the mirror, still holding him from behind. His grip was now gentle, and John had to fight the urge to lean back.

"I'm sorry. Didn't want you to find out this way. Or at all, actually." John swallowed.

"Why?"

"Because you clearly don't feel the same. Now you'll think I'm a creep, and I don't have anything to explain..." he trailed off and cleared his throat. "I can find a new place to stay if you like -"

Sherlock leaned into John's ear and dropped the pitch of his voice. "Shh. I do feel the same. And much more."

John shivered and turned to look at Sherlock directly with disbelief. "Really?"

Sherlock nodded; his face completely earnest.

"I... I never had a clue," said John and turned around. He held up his hand and stopped mid-air. He slowly reached for Sherlock's chin to hold it gently.

"Because you're an idiot." Sherlock pulled John closed by the collar of his jacket and pressed his lips on John's.

John kissed him back with his arms around Sherlock's shoulders.

John swept his tongue along Sherlock's bottom lip, and Sherlock dropped his arms to his waist as they continued to kiss; mouths opening for each other even more.

Sherlock really felt this way about him? And here John thought he was going to have to pine for him for a very long time. Life long probably.

John could not be happier to be proven wrong. It was the best day of his life. He was smiling into the kiss now.

They pulled away after some time, breathlessly.

"Join me for a walk?" John held Sherlock's beautiful face in his hands.

"Sure." Sherlock kissed him once more and turned to make his way back to his bedroom to get dressed.

John smiled to himself, wondering if he was living a dream. Surprisingly, he wasn't.

***

Sherlock September Challenge.

Prompt: Jacket by @onesmallfamily

Tags: @helloliriels @keirgreeneyes @lisbeth-kk @lookingforlifeoutthere @calaisreno @peanitbear @curlyjohnlock @gaylilsherlock @kettykika78 @missdeliadili @curlyjohnlock

[dominik528]

The most tense and awkward family reunion in TV history.