#haunted houses should be year round

[chaoswarfare]

dp x dc prompt #58

danny and a couple rogues, maybe his friends from amity, or just by himself starts up a haunted house in gotham. the reviews are stellar and you can hear the screams from across town.

everything goes smoothly until the joker tries to escape through his building.

the bats get spooked, danny bullies batman, and the joker comes out at the end babbling nonsense about the ghost king trying to eat his soul.

[wandasgf]

WEST COAST. mdni. 18+.

pairings: older!natasha romanoff + f!maximoff!reader

summary: in which natasha agrees to help with a bake sale and you both stumble into admitting your feelings

warnings: legal age gap (natasha is 43 and reader is 22), pining lesbians, top!natasha, bottom!reader, finger sucking, light dom/sub dynamics, fingering, brief daddy kink

wc: 5.7k

a/n: thank you very much for this request, it gave me brain worms, also this is not proof read so :]

“Come on, Tash, please? Mom said you’d go with me because she’ll be busy with B and T’s school fair.” You practically beg the older woman, holding your cell phone carefully between your cheek and shoulder as you finish mixing up the ingredients for the cupcakes you were baking; it wouldn’t be the first time you dropped it in some cake batter if you weren’t careful. Half of them were for Billy and Tommy’s school fair and the other half were for the bake sale you were helping out with at your university. You had taken it upon yourself to do the baking this year because you knew your mother, Wanda, would be busy with work and getting your younger brothers ready for the fair. They were always very hyper and excitable, it took a lot to round them up. You didn’t really mind though, you did have some extra free time and you always got restless when you truly had nothing to do.

Natasha chuckles on the other end of the phone, “Your mom can say anything she wants, sweetheart. That doesn’t make it true, that just makes her Wanda.” She can practically hear you rolling your eyes as you groan at her response. She’s typing lazily with one hand as the other holds her cellphone, not paying nearly as much attention to her work as she should, especially with the deadlines coming up for this quarter. She can’t help it, though, you rarely call her like this, and when you do she wants to give you as much attention as she possibly can. “Besides, I thought this was something you could handle on your own. You’re a big girl, aren’t you? A little bake sale shouldn’t scare you.”

“Ugh, I’m not scared, you jerk. I just think it would be a little easier if I had someone to help me! And, I want to check out everything else too. I heard the haunted house this year is gonna be amazing! Peter’s working on it with MJ, I just have to go,” you put the phone down on the counter and put it on speaker, not wanting to risk dropping it while you pour the batter into the cupcake tray; that wouldn’t be the first time either. “It won’t be as much fun if I’m by myself, and Kate will be busy trying to make people want to join the archery club. Please? It’ll be so fun, I’ll even give you a cupcake for free.” You try to bargain with her, knowing that she’s always been a fan of your baking since she’s so terrible at it herself.

The bake sale was a part of your university’s fall celebration. Every October, they held a bake sale, a club fair, a haunted house, games and some other things in the week leading up to Halloween. This was your fourth one, and usually, you’d force your friend Kate to help you, but this year she’d agreed to help out with the archery club before you could ask. Not that you minded, because when you brought it up, your mother had absentmindedly suggested that maybe Natasha could help you since she couldn’t, and you would never say no to spending time with the redhead. You don’t know when exactly your schoolgirl crush on your mother’s friend turned into the very real thing it was now. You wouldn’t even say it was a crush because at this point you were certain you were damn near in love with the older woman, but you knew it was something you could never have. So, even as you and Natasha grew closer as you grew older, becoming something akin to friends now that you’ve reached your early twenties, all you could do was cherish the time you got together. 

You can hear Natasha sigh before she responds, “Fine, but you better make it two or I’m leaving before you get to that haunted house.” You’re about to thank her profusely before she speaks again, effectively cutting you off before you even started, “Now, listen, I’d love to stay on the phone with you, but if I’m gonna take the day off tomorrow, I’ve got some work to finish. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” 

You both bid each other goodbye and once you hang up the phone, you smile giddily. Natasha was going to take the day off tomorrow for you. Natasha, who was always busy with work, was going to take the day off so she could help you with your silly fall bake sale. “Oh my God… Oh my God!” You feel like a teenage girl with a crush again, getting so excited over something so simple, but you just can’t help it because you know if anyone else had asked, Natasha would have said no. You check the time to make sure none of your family members would be home soon before you call Kate. You just have to tell her about this. You have to get out all your nervous excitement and giddiness before you see Natasha tomorrow, you’ve always been afraid she could see right through you and your feelings. You didn’t need to be more obvious than usual tomorrow. 

And, yeah, you do make two cupcakes specially for Natasha with red icing because you know it’s her favorite color even though the rest of the icing is orange and black. 

-

Tomorrow comes quicker than both you and Natasha would like. You, because you still don’t know what to wear, and honestly, you’re a little worried Kate might come by and say something stupid. She’s always telling you to just put it out there and let Natasha know how you feel, but you can name at least a thousand reasons why that is the worst idea she’s ever had. Not including when she broke the church’s bell tower by accident when she was a freshman. First and foremost being that Natasha is your mother’s best friend, Natasha is twice your age, and ruining the little platonic relationship that you have with Natasha would hurt you more than when Karolina Dean moved away in the seventh grade when the two of you had what you would now call some sort of situationship. 

And Natasha, because she doesn’t really know why she agreed to do this at all. She really does have work she needs to get done and there’s truly no reason she couldn’t have told you to ask one of your university friends to help you, she knows Kate isn’t your only friend, far from it. Well, the first part of that is a lie– she does know why. She knows exactly why she agreed to help you, she agreed because you asked. What she doesn’t know is what she’s going to do around you today with no one as buffer. No Wanda, no Billy, no Tommy, not even her sister Yelena, it’s just you and her. Sure, there would be other students on campus and coming up to the bake sale table, but in her mind, it’s still just you and her. She doesn’t like when it’s just you and her, because when it is everything feels too real. Suddenly, when it’s just the two of you, there’s no reason for her to hold back. And she knows she needs to hold back, she has to because there’s no world in which you would ever be allowed to be hers. 

You’re holding up different sweaters in the mirror, trying to figure out which looks better with the particular shade of denim you’re wearing, when you hear a knock on your door and your mother walks in. “What’s up?” You turn your head to look at her before turning back to the mirror, still trying to decide. “The one with the brown in it,” she hums, walking over to sit on your bed. She’d always been able to tell just what you were thinking even if you didn’t ask. “You’re overthinking this sweater a lot. Are you sure it’s just Natasha that’s going to be with you today?” You weren’t prepared for her question and your eyes widen just the slightest and you hope she doesn’t notice. “Yeah, just Natasha. Kate’s doing her archery thing, and I think America is helping MJ and Peter with the haunted house.”

“Okay… Well, if there was someone, you know it’s okay for you to tell me, right?”

“Mom!” You groan, she seriously cannot be doing this right now. You’re a grown woman, for god’s sake… but you do appreciate how much she cares for you, you just can’t tell her. Ever.

“Alright, alright! I just wanted you to know. The boys and I are going to be leaving in a few minutes. You should come say goodbye to them, I think they’re going to stay at your father’s tonight...”

You make a noise of agreement, nodding. You know there was a ‘but’ that she wanted to say, but you both knew what it was without her saying it out loud. They were supposed to stay with Vision last weekend too, but that never happened. “I’ll be down in a few minutes.” 

Wanda squeezes your shoulder as she walks past you, and you wait until she’s shut the door before you let your head fall back slightly, staring up at the ceiling. You can’t help but think she’s known for a while, and you feel slightly nauseous at the fact. If she knows, maybe Natasha does too, and that just can’t happen. 

Natasha arrives a few minutes after Wanda and the boys leave, opting to pull into the driveway when she sees the lack of her friend’s minivan in it. She told you she’d pick you up because it made no sense to take two cars and she had to pass your house to get to the university anyway. She takes two seconds before she turns the car off and gets out. She’s too old to be acting like an insecure teenager, she can do this. She’s dressed for the occasion, wanting to fit into the fall theme, wearing a nice knit sweater and a casual pair of pants. 

Her heart squeezes when you open the door and you’re wearing your own knit sweater, she forgot how cute you looked during the fall. “Tasha! I’ll just be a few minutes, I have to get everything packed up and put my shoes on, but then we can go. Come in!” You’re out of her sight as quick as you stepped into it, wanting to get everything done as quickly as possible. You didn’t want to make her wait. 

“I was hoping you wouldn’t make me stand out here the whole time.” Natasha steps inside, wiping any dirt off of the bottom of her boots on the doormat. She’d take them off, but there’s no point if you’ll just be leaving in a few minutes, anyway. Sue her. “Where are those cupcakes I was promised?”

“They’re on the counter, the red ones.” You call out from the kitchen, you weren’t expecting her so early or maybe you’d lost track of time after you said your goodbyes to everyone earlier. It’s a comfortable silence as you move around the room, packing everything up while Natasha eats her cupcakes, offering to help you every few minutes, but you just wave her off. She wouldn’t usually let you do that, but she was enjoying the food, so she’d settle for not letting you bring anything out to the car, she’d do that herself. 

“Okay, done!” You say, proud of how quickly you’d gotten everything done, and turn to look at Natasha only to find her already looking at you. You feel heat rush to your cheeks and you avert your gaze quickly. “I can see that. You put your shoes on and I’ll bring everything out to the car.” She doesn’t phrase it as a question, but you open your mouth to object anyway, only to be interrupted before you can speak, “It’ll be faster this way, won’t it? Go put your shoes on, cupcake.”

The name leaves you grumbling as you huff and walk out of the kitchen, knowing she’s right. Natasha only chuckles before she starts bringing everything out to her car, making sure that nothing is going to accidentally get squished or have their containers tipped over. Once everything is settled, she grabs the latte from the cupholder in the front seat and meets you at your front door as you’re locking it, “This is for you because I know you spent way too long in the kitchen last night.” 

“Non-dairy?”

“Of course.”

“Then thank you.” You take the cup from her, your breath hitching when your fingers brush and bring it up to your lips to take a drink. “Oh my God, this is good.”

“I figured you’d like it. Now, come on, weren’t you the one who said we needed to get there early?”

-

The car ride passes comfortably, with the occasional small talk, but mostly the radio playing quietly in the background while you sip on your latte and Natasha taps against the steering wheel in time with the song. You find that you don’t need to talk to enjoy your time with her, just being with her is enough. Feeling her presence around you is enough for you to feel relaxed and get that warm feeling that only Natasha can give you. When you arrive and Natasha finds somewhere to park, you take a quick scan of the quad. Thankfully, she was able to find close parking, which is a miracle, really. Your eyes light up when you spot Professor Potts standing near an empty table which you can now only assume is for the bake sale. 

“I’ll be right back, I just have to go talk to Professor Potts for a second.” You point behind you with your thumb and then turn to leave. You only take two steps before you’re turning your head to look at Natasha again, “But, actually, since I know you won’t let me help, you can start bringing everything over to the table. I’ll be right next to it.”

Natasha laughs a little under her breath at how quickly you went from ‘you’re not carrying everything yourself, Tasha’ in the car to ‘actually, you do everything’ now that you were actually here. “Yes, Ma’am.” She teases, and you roll your eyes at her before starting to walk over. 

It doesn’t actually take long for Natasha to bring everything over to the table, and by the time she’s done, you’re wrapping up your conversation with Professor Potts– Pepper, as you usually call her. You were just double checking the details of the bake sale and what the prices were supposed to be before you properly set everything up, but you didn’t think Natasha would be particularly interested in that conversation, so you figured she’d be happy enough to bring everything over while you talked. “Oh! Pepper, this is Natasha. Natasha, this is Pepper. She’s one of the professors who helps run the student societies!”

“It’s nice to meet you, Natasha. I didn’t realize Y/N was bringing her partner today.” Pepper smiles and holds her hand out for Natasha to shake. 

“Oh, she’s n–”

“It’s nice to meet you as well. It was a bit of a last minute thing, something about Kate and archery, but I’m sure it’ll be fun.” Natasha shakes Pepper’s hand, mirroring the other woman’s smile. 

“Speaking of Kate and archery, I’m sure you two can manage this just fine on your own, because I have to go find her and make sure that her ‘advertising’ of the archery club doesn’t include any actual arrows this time.” Pepper sighs, and Natasha just laughs like she knows exactly what it’s like to deal with Kate’s antics, before Pepper walks off.

You stare at Natasha wordlessly for a couple of seconds, thinking maybe she’s going to say something about the fact that she just implied the two of you are together, but instead she just raises an eyebrow at you. “Are you going to tell me how you want this table set up or am I just supposed to guess?”

“Oh– no, yeah, I’ll help.” Your cheeks heat up as you start telling her where you want everything placed and start to write the prices on the little chalkboard easel Pepper had put on the table. You quickly forget all about the incident as you start setting things up and your friends stop by the table to talk before going to tend to their own responsibilities. You don’t really pick up on the way they all point out Natasha’s presence, meaning to tease you, but you just tell them happily that she’d agreed to help because Kate couldn’t. 

The rest of the bake sale goes on like this until you run out of things to sell, some people making comments about how good of a pair you and Natasha made or saying something about how they didn’t realize you’d have someone with you here today. You seemed to ignore it, not saying anything about it or giving any indication that it made you uncomfortable, but Natasha was quick to pick up on what the implications were. It didn’t help, she realized, that the color palettes the two of you chose to wear complimented each other so well that it looked a little like your outfits were matching. 

The way in which you acted as if these comments were normal and that you might have expected them or even welcomed them makes Natasha’s brain go haywire. She can’t help but think of all the things this could possibly mean, but the final thought her brain lands on is that she can’t help but wonder if it would be wrong of her to bask in this for just a little bit. She had already not corrected Pepper when she implied you were together– though, that was more so because she didn’t want to embarrass either of you. So would it be so wrong for her to lean into that? To let everyone think you were a couple? To treat you like you were her’s for just a little bit? She doesn’t think so. 

You’re in almost a daze as the rest of the day goes by. Natasha takes you to the haunted house like you wanted and holds your hand the whole time so you don’t get too scared. If you had known Yelena was helping inside the house, you might not have wanted to go so bad. She’s still holding your hand when you exit the haunted house, and she continues to hold it when you talk to Peter and MJ when you spot them outside. She lets go when she gets a phone call and gives you an apologetic smile and excuses herself, but not before giving your hand a little squeeze, and you feel your heart leap in your chest. All of this feels too natural, being with Natasha like this. Holding her hand, laughing with her, walking with her. It’s now when you realize just how close you and Natasha have been all day and you stumble in the middle of your sentence while talking to MJ. 

“You okay there?”

“Yeah!” It comes out too loud and too quickly, “yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired, you know. Long day and late night last night baking.” 

“Mm… Nothing to do with your woman over there?” MJ points not so subtly over at where Natasha is currently talking on the phone.

Your eyes go wide, “She’s not– she’s not my woman, MJ!”

“You’ve been holding hands this whole time and she’s… here instead of at work,” she gives you a look like she doesn’t believe you at all, “seems like your woman to me.”

“Yeah! Mr. Stark only ever takes time away from work if Ms. Potts asks him to and you know how they are, Y/N.” Peter chimes in.

You feel your face go red hot and you groan, “can we please stop talking about this right now?”

“Stop talking about what?” You jump when Natasha suddenly appears beside you and wraps her arm around your waist. 

“Oh, we were just talking about how scared Y/N got in the haunted house.” MJ lies smoothly before giving you a look. 

“Yes, but now we’re done talking about that and we should get back to our table to clean up properly.” You change the subject, trying not to focus on Natasha’s arm wrapped around you, but it’s lighting your body on fire and it’s very hard to focus on anything else. She squeezes your side softly and nods, “sure. It was nice talking to you, MJ, Peter. Good job on the haunted house.”

You barely let Peter get out a “Thanks, Ms. Romanoff!” before you’re slipping out of Natasha’s hold to grab her hand and practically dragging her away from them. She heard the conversation starting from you stuttering over the implication that you’re together, but for you, she can pretend she didn’t hear a thing. So, instead of bringing it up, she gives your hand a soft squeeze. “It’s okay that you were scared, you know? You don’t need to be embarrassed, Yelena can be pretty terrifying when you actually get a look at her.”

“Tasha!” You scold, swatting at her shoulder, “don’t be mean to your sister,” but you can’t help but giggle just a little bit. She only chuckles, and despite the way you’re both struggling to decide whether to bring your feelings up or not, you settle into the comfortable existence you share with each other. 

Before you know it, you’re in Natasha’s car again and on your way to her house. She said she just had a couple of things to do in her home office before she would take you home again, but she would try to be as quick as possible. Technically speaking, your mother should be done with Billy and Tommy’s school fair and you could just ask her to come pick you up, but you don’t tell Natasha that. You would much rather get to spend some extra time with the older woman (and you love the way her house smells) than go home and inevitably spiral as you think about the day and everything that’s happened with her before calling Kate and spilling everything. 

When you get there, she tells you to make yourself comfortable and help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you want to before she disappears into her office at the end of the hall. You settle down on her couch and scroll through your phone for a few minutes before you start to get bored. You consider the fact that Natasha is working on her day off and think that maybe she’d appreciate a coffee, especially if she didn’t have to make it herself, so you stand up and wander into the kitchen. It’s nice and modern, but it has a few personal touches that make it distinctly Natasha. You notice that the coffee maker is right on top of the counter and you look in the cupboard for a mug before you get started on making her coffee. 

You’re pretty sure that the only thing Natasha likes in her coffee is a little bit of sugar, so you take a little look around the pantry until you find some, and when the coffee is ready, you pour it into the mug before adding a little sugar. You hum to yourself and make sure you haven’t spilled anything on the counter, picking up the mug and then starting the path to Natasha’s office. This all feels so natural, that the usual nervousness of doing something like this for the older woman doesn’t even creep in until you actually see her. 

You knock on the door, waiting a second before opening it with your free hand. “Tasha?” You push the door open and Natasha looks up from the paperwork on her desk to greet you with a smile. “You get bored out there, sweetheart?” She puts her glasses up on the top of her head and turns to look at you properly. 

“I. um, made you coffee. I figured you might want some since you weren’t expecting to have to work today.” You walk towards her desk and when you’re close enough, she takes the mug from you and leans up to press a soft kiss to your lips as a sign of her gratitude, “thank you, sweetheart.”

Your brain short circuits.

She almost drops the mug onto the floor. 

You just look at her, frozen, for a few seconds as you watch the wheels turning in her head. She puts the mug down on the desk carefully as she tries to figure out what exactly she’s going to say now. She hadn’t even really thought about it before it happened, it just felt so natural and like something she’s supposed to and allowed to do. But in reality, kissing you has never been any of those things. She’s never done that before even that one time you got so drunk, you practically begged her to. She’s been very careful with her actions and with restraining herself, but now? What does she do now?

“Natasha...” Your voice comes out almost like a whisper and for some reason, you’re a little afraid that she’ll tell you to leave. That she had just been caught in the moment and she would never knowingly kiss you under any other circumstance. 

Natasha opens her mouth to speak, but then she gets a proper look at you standing nervously in front of her and she mutters a ‘fuck it’ under her breath. “Come here, baby.” She pushes her desk chair out slightly and guides you into her lap without any kind of resistance from you. You fidget in her lap, not used to this kind of proximity with the older woman. “I’m gonna kiss you again, alright?”

With those words, it’s like a switch flips and you surge forward to crash your lips against hers. She lets out a little surprised noise before she kisses you back properly, moving her lips against yours and resting her hands on your hips. She lets you lead for a bit until you get a bit too bold for her liking and she grips your hips harder as a warning. She was in charge, not you, and she was going to make that very clear. 

Almost immediately she’s dominating the kiss, and you tangle your fingers in her hair. Her glasses fall off somewhere behind her, but neither of you really care enough to check where. You only pull away because you need to breathe, and when you do, your chest is heaving and you’re a little dazed. Natasha coos and reaches up to cup your cheek, rubbing her thumb against your soft skin. “Do you need a little break, sweetheart, hm? You look a bit flustered.” She teases before swiping her thumb across your bottom lip, and you grumble slightly, “I’m not–” 

Natasha pushes her thumb into your mouth and presses down on your tongue before you can finish, “ah, ah, don’t talk back to me, Y/N,” she scolds, and you whine quietly. You want to bite down on her thumb in retaliation for the use of your actual name, but you know that will only make things worse for you. Not that things are particularly bad right now, you’d probably take anything Natasha gave you, but you’d prefer her cooing over you and doting on you at the moment. 

Instead, you suck softly on her thumb and you know it’s the right decision when she hums in approval. It was almost too easy for the two of you to fall into this rhythm, like you were meant for each other. You both knew exactly what the other wanted and you’d do anything to please her while she’d do anything to keep you happy. Her other hand squeezes softly at your hip before it begins playing with the waistband of your jeans. “We’ve had a long day, huh? You did so well at the bake sale, you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

You nod, looking at her pleadingly and whining softly. Your clothes feel too warm and you want her to touch you, and she’s wearing too many clothes, and you want to touch her, but her thumb is in your mouth and you can’t just push her away. So, you opt for looking like a kicked puppy until she understands what you want. 

“What is it, hm?” Natasha pulls her thumb out of your mouth and you chase after it slightly until you realize that maybe she wants you to actually tell her and you open your mouth to speak. Your breath catches in your throat, though, when her other hand trails down and cups your clothed cunt. “Do you want me to touch you, is that it?”

“Tasha, please.” You whimper. You can barely feel anything through your jeans and it’s already driving you crazy. You just hope she’s not the type to tease. 

“Alright, alright, arms up.” Natasha chuckles and waits for you to follow her instruction before slipping your sweater off over your head. Her eyes darken as she takes in your bra clad chest and she greedily gropes at your breasts for a moment. “So pretty,” she mumbles, leaning in to kiss softly at your neck.

You moan softly and you clutch at her sweater. Natasha’s hands on you feel better than you ever could have imagined, and you’ve spent more time than you care to admit imagining this. She’s not too rough, but she’s not too soft either. She touches you with the perfect amount of force and it makes your head spin. 

Her hands trail down your chest and then your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before her fingertips dance across the waistband of your jeans. “You looked so cute today in your little fall outfit. Do you know how hard it was for me to keep my hands to myself?” Natasha pulls back, her skilled fingers now moving to unbutton your jeans. “You make things so hard for me, sweetheart. It’s like you’re trying to torture me.”

“I just like to look nice for you, Tasha. Is that wrong?”

“Up.” She taps your thigh, and you stand so that she can tug your jeans down for you to step out of. Normally, you’d be a lot more shy about undressing like this for the first time, but right now you just can’t seem to care. 

Natasha pulls you back down into her lap and then pulls you in for a kiss. Her hands find purchase on your hips and her tongue finds its way into your mouth, easily gaining dominance over you. You moan into her mouth as your fingers tangle in her hair again, trying to pull her impossibly closer. 

And then finally, after what seems like forever, she slips one hand inside your panties. The gasp you let out when her middle finger ghosts over your slit is like music to her ears, and she pulls away from the kiss so she can see your reactions properly. 

“No teasing, Tasha, please.” You whine, your hands dropping to her shoulders. “Shh, I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart.” She slowly begins rubbing circles against your clit and you’re all whimpers and whines as she does. 

She takes her time, using her other hand to tug the cups of your bra under your breasts so she can play with your nipples, pinching them and rolling them between her fingers all while keeping the same steady pace in slow circles around your clit. She basks in the noises she’s able to pull from you even with the lightest of touches. She considers taking you to her bedroom so she can fuck you properly, but she think she wants ot save that for another day. This will have to do for now. 

“Inside, please, Tasha.” You whimper pathetically, hands bunched up in her sweater as you try to be good like she wants you to. She takes pity on you when she pushes two fingers into your drooling hole. She curses under her breath, “God, you’re so wet, sweetheart. Is this all for me, huh?”

You nod, desperately wanting her to move her fingers. “All for you, Tasha.” You attempt to bounce up and down on her fingers, but her free hand moves down and holds you still. “Please, I can’t– mph!” You interrupt your own begging when Natasha begins thrusting her fingers in and out, the angle forcing the heel of her palm to press against your clit. You bite down on your bottom lip to stifle your moans, embarrassed about how loud you’re being already. 

“That’s it, baby.” Natasha breathes, taking in the sight in front of her with eager eyes, “You take my fingers so well, sweetheart.” She praises, curling her fingers inside of you. You reward her with a particularly high pitched moan and you just barely notice the pink tint of her cheeks. It seems she's enjoying this just as much as you are. Something about having you like this drives Natasha wild. Being able to hear your moans and see the expression on your face makes her almost lightheaded with desire. 

“Oh God, Natasha.” You moan loudly when she grinds the heel of her palm against your clit and presses against the sensitive spot inside you at the same time. Natasha coos, and it doesn’t take long with her fucking you like that for you to get close to the edge. “Tash– I’m gonna– Please–” You beg, pleading for something you’re not even sure of. 

“Shh, I’ve got you, sweetheart. Be a good girl for Daddy.”

Natasha’s words tip you over the edge with the help of her skilled fingers and she guides you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out before pulling out her fingers and bringing them up to her mouth. 

“Fuck, I don’t know if I’m done with you just yet. I might have to take you to bed instead of taking you to dinner.”

[meiieiri]

WHEN SHE LOVED ME

❁—SYNOPSIS: suguru geto was never the same after that fateful day at the foothills of mt. mushiroyama. but he was not by any means damned. how could he be knowing that he was so loved and adored by the one he lovingly called his little flickering light?

a/n: help i have five drafts on this page. three of them are 18+ and are practically finished but i’m too scared to post them :<

it had been exactly two decades since suguru geto first learned that he was different. he was seven at the time, and his parents had snuck out of their humble rural abode at around four in the morning to tend to the fields while their young son serenely slept in the adjacent room, happily drooling away on his childhood pillow, his little head filled with anything but worry. no one could have ever anticipated the sinister things that would transpire that uneventful morning.

it all happened so quickly. the senior mr. geto had just finished watering the last row of beets when a shrill cry pierced through the silent twilight and mrs. geto, the one that preceded you, sprinted towards the house like her life depended on it in a bid to reach her son and put him out of harm’s way. countless thoughts raced in her head: had a thief broken into their home, or perhaps some wild forest wolf?

none of those, apparently.

it came as a peculiarity to the couple to find their son bawling his eyes out, cowering under the protection of the futon’s blanket at an invisible phantom, a mere shadow on the wall of his bedroom. they dismissed it as a nightmare and consoled the then seven-year-old suguru. “it was just a nightmare, suguru,” his mother smoothed her hand down his back, soothing him. “it can’t hurt you.”

unbeknownst to them at the time, that was no nightmare, but an earthly curse born from ghastly human emotions. that was how suguru had been unwillingly dragged into this godforsaken trade. now, twenty years later, and with a family of his own, suguru no longer feared those phantoms on the wall — he loathed them, despised them with every fiber of his being though he was master to countless curses. but there was still one thing that struck fear into his heart like the foreboding doom that came from the heron-like sound of countless heavenly spears raining from the skies during the archaic battles of old he used to read about in jujutsu tech’s library.

nightmares.

he wakes up with a start and the comforter pools at his hips, his eyes darting around the room as if they were in search of something, his breath coming out in pants. it was just a nightmare, suguru, he thinks to himself, echoing his late mother’s words, as he tries in vain to banish the grotesque haunts of his youth from his head, it can’t hurt you.

he helplessly glances at your side of the bed — empty and cold, of course — you were out on a week long mission with your students and weren’t due to come home for another day or so. he pulls at the strands of his tousled hair, frustrated, and before he knows it, a few tears haphazardly slip from his bottom eyelids as he reminisces about his past failures. in his sadness, he does not hear the door to the bedroom open, creaking quietly as he is wracked by another round of painful sobs.

“papa?” startled, he looks up, instinctively wiping away the damp droplets from his face. his eyes soften at the sight. there she was, the petite jailer that held his heart ransom, standing behind the door, her trusty companion, the stuffed rabbit he helped you sew for her, tucked under her arm. she looks at him with sad eyes, hesitant to come in. “you okay?” she asks worriedly.

suguru lets out a tearful chuckle. this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. he should be the one calming her, banishing her nightmares away not the other way around.

“y-yes,” he tries to collect himself to make his way over to her but his daughter beats him to it. akari meets him halfway as he was about to stand up from the king-sized bed, throwing herself against his waist, her arms coming up to hug him as if by doing so she could rid her papa of all his troubles and worries. “oh, little love,” he sniffles at his little girl’s altruism, gathering her into his arms to sit her on his lap. “what’s wrong?”

she averts her gaze momentarily, her dark eyes warily scanning the room. at the tender age of five, she could already pick up residuals (much to suguru’s dismay). when she does not notice anything of note, she mutters out a single word: “nightmare.”

“you had a nightmare?” suguru asks, his hands finding hers, his fingers interlacing with her little ones.

akari shakes her head adamantly. “n-no,” she reiterates, insistent that her papa has misunderstood her. “papa…did you have a nightmare?” she waits for his reply with bated breath.

suguru contemplates on what to say for a long while, his hands absentmindedly playing with her smaller ones, his head bowed, almost in apology. at this age, in his young daughter’s eyes, he was her hero, one similar to those in her storybooks. he was supposed to be the archetypal knight that slayed dragons and laid waste to monster lairs, the prince that would sooner scale the highest towers, racing to the rescue of the princess who had fallen into a death-like sleep. if she was afraid or sad, it was his duty to make her less so. it was his responsibility as a father to take on an image of unrelenting courage. but he fears his own armor had gathered rust over the years, his claymore had dulled in countless battles that left so much ruin in its wake and his noble steed had long since been retired to the stables. he was no knight, nor was he a prince that his daughter could rely on. he was just plain old suguru.

but for akari, that was enough.

“…please don’t cry,” akari mumbles sadly, her tiny hands gently rest on his cold cheeks. she really is your daughter, suguru muses almost in awe at how much the two of you were alike in the way you both are able to keep him from falling apart completely. suguru leans into her touch, pressing their foreheads together, a special thing that only father and daughter could share together. “i’m here, papa.” even at your loneliest.

“…me too, little love.”

[chenfordsource]

Thank you all for your participation in Chenford Week 2023! Seeing the turnout this year was genuinely incredible; the love for our favorite ship led to nearly 300 creations, including fanfics, gifsets, edits, and fanvideos and playlists. 

With so many creations, there was no way for everyone to keep up throughout the week, so we put together a master list of all the Chenford Week 2023 content.

The list is organized by day and content type; we hope it helps navigate the amazing content created for the event. If we’re missing your entry or any links don’t work, please let us know. 

Thank you all for your incredible Chenford Week work this year!

Fics:

Day 1 (Inspired by Canon Day)

Ohio Laundry Room by silverskull

What Tim Needs by aleclightwoodgirl

Ghost of You by girlintotv

More than ever by rissachenford

Chenford Cam Watchers by Angel_Butterfly10FrDeGSMTLC

Watching by fuzzy_wuzzy_wuzza_writer

watching my heart (go round and around) by jennahbennah

We could build a house away from here(I just wanna get warm with you) by niamsagram

Unless it is (Lucy's POV) by TheChandom

fight the frost (of the morning blue) by fromiftowhen

Up is down, down is up by ImperiumWife

Never Underestimate a Bradford by gemma_chenfordfan

you know the greatest films of all time were never made by quesera

A Little Mystery to Figure Out by westwingwolf

Always find you by thatfandomwriter

Your string of lights are still bright to me by Lxvechenford

safe in your arms by Ellitheria

Palms by L56895

Daddy Cop - Arrest me but make it sexy by AllMyTomorrows

Daddy Cop by Lucychenford

It's a Daily Struggle by mom2kmt

Seven Days of Storytelling: Day 1 by elementsofemily1193

let's build a life by itsgrangerweasley

the best thing that's ever been mine by BimadaBomily

i'll make it through if i stick to you (cover your body in superglue) by lucychens

Event Horizon by TheRogue16

My Favorite Line was "Can I Call You Sometime?" by TheAwkwardAnglophile

We Need To Talk by PBenjamin012215

no safer place than with you by madneyfiles

Forever Looks Like This by ameliagiovanna0

Day 2 (TV Tropes Day)

Glad You Exist by aleclightwoodgirl

Bear it all by myrandomfandomramblings

Not our parents by thatfandomwriter

The Night Before - an Epilogue by mom2kmt

'Til Death Do Us Part by girlintotv

when you're by my side by chenfordspiral

Fluff 'n' Stuff by fuzzy_wuzzy_wuzza_writer

Bedtime Stories by Tiger_Lily24

I Won't Say No by firstdegreefangirl

Evergreen by silverskull

maybe we'll discover (what we should have known all along) by jennahbennah

find the one you can't live without by HeyItsEm

Just when I thought our chance had passed (You go and save the best for last) by niamsagram

i had a feeling so peculiar (this pain wouldn't be for evermore) by quesera

I always look after you by Lxvechenford

Woke up in love by TheChandom

Not Our Bed. It's Mine. by Angel_Butterfly10FrDeGSMTLC

Looks Like She's In Love by westwingwolf

Burning For You by meghansarchive

Breathe Again by RogueTwelve

Haunted by liaromancewriter

and i can't sleep at night (every time i close my eyes, i'm torn between two lives) by BimadaBomily

The Weak Link by Ellitheria

Mid-Wilshire Family Barbecue by AllMyTomorrows

Breaking up was Easy in the 90s (Tim's POV) by WannaBeBold

Here Comes the Sun by achegaby

I'll Take care of you by rissachenford

When I Taste Tequila by ImperiumWife

Surprise! by LondonRih

looking at you (with pride in my eyes) by TheRogue16

I miss you, I'm sorry by Lucychenford

Seven Days of Storytelling: Day 2 by elementsofemily1193

i met you on the rooftop, shining with the moonlight by lucychens

My One and Only by PBenjamin012215

This Is It by ameliagiovanna0

A Hell of a View by RogueTwelve

roadtrips & lifetimes by paldogangsaan

Day 3 (Something's Missing Day)

The Babysmitter by westwingwolf

I Think Kojo Had a Nice Day by fuzzy_wuzzy_wuzza_writer

Missing Piece by thatfandomwriter

Lucy's internal monologue during the 5x02 ending by myrandomfandomramblings

man of honor by paldogangsaan

i can go anywhere i want (just not home) by quesera

Angela Lopez, Detective by gemma_chenfordfan

run into the night (like the sun won't ever come up) by chenfordspiral

You Left Them Like That? by Angel_Butterfly10FrDeGSMTLC

One Of These Days by silverskull

Unexpected Turn of Events by aleclightwoodgirl

I Want You to Say (that you want me to stay) by firstdegreefangirl

I only talk to God when I need a favor (But I'll pay for all I've done, just please don't let me lose her) by niamsagram

you OWE me, baby by Ellitheria

You think I'm pretty? by AllMyTomorrows

Drunk in Love by Spindos

Slow Sweet Nothings by BimadaBomily

Silence Runs Deep by MrsHannahLongbottom

True Crime by Lucychenford

The Story Of Us by girlintotv

you're barely waking (and i'm tangled up in you) by jennahbennah

Fly me to the Moon by achegaby

Lost and Found by ImperiumWife

Finally! by PBenjamin012215

Secret Love by WannaBeBold

Anchor by TheRogue16

Seven Days of Storytelling: Day 3 by elementsofemily1193

Trapped by liaromancewriter

make it feel like there's nothing left but you and i by lucychens

Channel 9 (Missing Chenford Moments part 2) by TheChandom

When I Taste Tequila by ameliagiovanna0

Day 4 (Happy Hawley-Day)

The Best Bling Store by fuzzy_wuzzy_wuzza_writer

Just some fall things by thatfandomwriter

If We Took A Holiday by westwingwolf

one minute to midnight (let's start the new year right) by BimadaBomily

you keep his shirt (he keeps his word) by chenfordspiral

And, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other (We would of been Timeless) by niamsagram

Wedding Day Jitters by ImperiumWife

One Last Secret by silverskull

The Cold Really Bothered Tim Anyway by Bluenet13

I Love You, But No. by Angel_Butterfly10FrDeGSMTLC

Our Secretly Perfect Holidays by girlintotv & thatfandomwriter

How did you know? by AllMyTomorrows

Speechless by Lucychenford

Snow on the Beach by myrandomfandomramblings

I've Got Plenty to Be Thankful For by achegaby

And It's Like the Fog Has Lifted by TheAwkwardAnglophile

in paper rings, in picture frames, and all my dreams by quesera

Time For Me To Come Home For Christmas. by PBenjamin012215

Unless it is (Tim’s POV) by TheChandom

Underneath the mistletoe by aleclightwoodgirl

what do I do with this (with a love that won't sit still) by TheRogue16

when my heart finds christmas (i hope it finds you too) by jennahbennah

three words that became hard to say (i and love and you) by lucychens

Seven Days of Storytelling: Day 4 by elementsofemily1193

I can't lose when I'm with you by Tiger_Lily24

Day 5 (Love Languages Day)

Love Language by thatfandomwriter

i'm just like 'hey, are you okay?' by BimadaBomily

Words of Affirmation by aleclightwoodgirl

I Will Serve. I Will Be of Service. by fuzzy_wuzzy_wuzza_writer

I Swear That I Am Up to No Good by Bluenet13

I'm Glad You're Here by firstdegreefangirl

you know what it was (he is in love) by quesera

We keep this love in a photograph; We made these memories for ourselves by niamsagram

Keeping you Close by Lucychenford

Tomorrow is Another Day by HeyItsEm

Centrifugal Motion by silverskull

i think of you (and it's alright) by jennahbennah

Give Me All Your Love Now by westwingwolf

I love that its not hard ( to be in a place where laughing's easy) by achegaby

i already know that there ain't no stoppin' your plans and those slow hands by lucychens

Hands by AllMyTomorrows

no chance, no way, I won't say (I'm in love) by TheRogue16

Seven Days of Storytelling: Day 5 by elementsofemily1193

Just Like Tim by TheChandom

Goodnight by Angel_Butterfly10FrDeGSMTLC

Day 6 (Get Creative Day)

hope that it's hopeless by magnoliamica

Sunshine bar by thatfandomwriter

How To Train Your Dragon by Chry5alis

The Inheritance Clause by Torreshalstead

I Just Want You To Know Who I Am by girlintotv

i will take care of you (the very best that i can) by BimadaBomily

Take Two by fuzzy_wuzzy_wuzza_writer

You Move Me by westwingwolf

Forget and Forgive by silverskull

Call It Magic (When I'm With You) by TheAwkwardAnglophile

all this chemistry has got me falling (i'm definitely high) by chenfordspiral

Lost Love by PBenjamin012215

The Bradfords by Lucychenford

The Letter by firstdegreefangirl

We Got to Quit Meeting Like This by aleclightwoodgirl

you'll find the real thing instead (she'll patch up the tapestry that i shred) by jennahbennah

There you see her Sitting there across the way (You wanna kiss the girl) by niamsagram

I'm hers, she's mine by TheChandom

come, you spirit that tend on mortal thoughts by TheRogue16

Green by liaromancewriter

Seven Days of Storytelling: Day 6 by elementsofemily1193

groupchat fights by paldogangsaan

take me out to the ball game by lucychens

Day 7 (Free Day)

Nightmares by thatfandomwriter

Mosaic by fuzzy_wuzzy_wuzza_writer

Something just like this by littlesnafu

Tell the truth (I look better under you) by moonycpd

Can you use these tears? (to put out the fires in my soul) by achegaby

Meeting the Family by Lucychenford

I'll Always Be by silverskull

The Night The Lights Went Out in California by westwingwolf

A Late-Night Party by LondonRih

finish what you started (push until you feel i'm about to break) by BimadaBomily

I will ease your mind by TheChandom

Breaking up was Easy in the 90s (Lucy's POV) by WannaBeBold

baby i would die for you by itsgrangerweasley

Happy Birthday by aleclightwoodgirl

ghosts in the eyes (of all the boys you sent away) by jennahbennah

Time rolls by, the clock don't stop by niamsagram

a post is worth a thousand words; a like is a worth a thousand speeches by TheRogue16

My Hero by navywife97

Seven Days of Storytelling: Day 7 by elementsofemily1193

New Years Day by chens_luv

About Last Night by Solo Ojo Jojo

Gifs & Gifsets:

Day 1 (Inspired by Canon Day)

Favorite s5 moment/Inspired by a season five song by livelovecaliforniadreams

Favorite season 5 moments by lightsparkss

Favorite s5 moments by leavingubehind

S5 moments vs. past seasons by westwingwolf

5x01 inspired gifset by firstdegreefangirl

Favorite s5 moments by chenslucy

Favourite s5 moments as Netflix highlights by timlucys

Day 2 (TV Tropes Day)

Season 5 tropes by leavingubehind

Season 5 tropes (Everyone Knows) by westwingwolf

Favorite Season 5 parallels/callbacks by livelovecaliforniadreams

2x11/5x05 parallel (inspired by sick/injured & hurt/comfort tropes) by chenslucy

Chenford + non-sexual forms of intimacy (dating edition) by timlucys

Day 3 (Something's Missing Day)

Chenford + Tumblr hashtags by leavingubehind

Missing kid AU by westwingwolf

Underrated moment: 5x12 by livelovecaliforniadreams

Underrated moment: 5x17 by chenford-fan

Incorrect dialogue: 5x02 by sgtbradfords

The Vow AU by timlucys

Day 4 (Happy Hawley-Day)

"I Can See You" - Taylor Swift by livelovecaliforniadreams

Relationship milestones/firsts: S5 edition by westwingwolf

"God Gave Me A Girl" - Russell Dickerson by firstdegreefangirl

"Love You a Little Bit" - Tanner Adell by sgtbradfords

"I Can See You" - Taylor Swift by timlucys

Relationship milestones/firsts: 5x16 by chenford-fan

Day 5 (Love Languages Day)

100 ways to say I love you by leavingubehind

The original love languages by livelovecaliforniadreams

Love language: Physical touch by westwingwolf

The original love languages by myrandomfandomramblings

Love language: Acts of service by chenford-fan

It's all about the hands by queseraone

10 untranslatable words that describe love better than you ever thought by timlucys

Day 6 (Get Creative Day)

Chenford + after work hangs by livelovecaliforniadreams

Chenford + Wade Grey by westwingwolf

Chenford + phone calls by myrandomfandomramblings

Chenford + beige/neutral color theme by chenslucy

Bumble dating app AU by chenlucys

Chenford + Lucy's apartment by chenford-fan

V.E. Schwab dedication by sgtbradfords

Chenford + otp prompts by leavingubehind

Chenford + written by Alexi Hawley by timlucys

Day 7 (Free Day)

Chenford Google Search by livelovecaliforniadreams

Chenford + Lucy's apartment by westwingwolf

Get creative - angst edition by onlyhereforangst

Chenford + domestic moments by chenford-fan

"Religiously" - Bailey Zimmerman by firstdegreefangirl

The way he looks at her vs. the way she looks at him by chenslucy

Melissa & Eric appreciation by timlucys

Other:

Day 1 (Inspired by Canon Day)

Fanart - Favorite s5 moment: 5x10 by myrandomfandomramblings

Picspam - Favorite s5 moments by buckleybrvdford

Picspam - Favorite s5 moment: 5x01 by theflyindutchwoman

Picspam - Favorite s5 moment: 5x16 by chenfordspiral

Scrapbook Page - Favorite s5 moment: 5x10 by thesassywitchofthenortheast

Fanvideo - "GOOD" by Erin McCarley by lovelylavenderrose

Day 2 (TV Tropes Day)

Picspam - Trope: Battle Couple (Couples that fight together) by theflyindutchwoman

Picspam - 2x11/5x05 parallel by buckleybrvdford

Fanvideo - "Mr Brightside" (Trope: Jealousy) by lovelylavenderrose

Day 3 (Something's Missing Day)

Graphic - Missing moment: the morning after by theflyindutchwoman

Fanart - Missing moment: 5x18 sushi date by CauseRSisEpic

Graphic - Missing moment: Everyone reacting to Chenford dating by buckleybrvdford

Graphic - "Missing" Kojo Poster by mom2kmt

Day 4 (Happy Hawley-Day)

Graphic - Relationship milestones/firsts: Tim and Lucy's first (and second first) date and their first (real) kiss by theflyindutchwoman

Picspam - Relationship milestones/firsts: First time by buckleybrvdford

Moodboard - Tim and Lucy's wedding day by queseraone

Day 5 (Love Languages Day)

Graphic - Love language: Physical touch by theflyindutchwoman

Picspam - Love language: Giving/receiving gifts in 5x16 by buckleybrvdford

Picspam - Hands, hugs, or kisses (or all three!) by chenfordspiral

Picspam - Love language: Taking pictures and making videos by theflyindutchwoman

Day 6 (Get Creative Day)

Graphic - Chenford + Kojo (a peek at Kojo's Instagram account) social media AU by queseraone

Picspam - Chenford + parking garage/lot by theflyindutchwoman

Picspam - Chenford + undercover by chenfordsbee

Graphic - Chenford + S5 texts by wanna-be-bold

Day 7 (Free Day)

Graphic - Chenford + Meleric appreciation by theflyindutchwoman

Playlist - Out of the Shade: A Chenford Playlist by tinderbox210

Picspam - Relationship milestones/firsts by chenfordspiral

Handlettering - "I can't lose you the way I lost her" by theawkwardanglophile

Graphic - How far Chenford has come in 5 seasons by myrandomfandomramblings​

[destieltropecollection]

DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023| DAY 1 | Roommates

Christmas Sweaters In June | @envydean Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,500 Main Tags/Warnings: Laundromats, Ugly Christmas Sweaters, First Kiss, Secretly in love with each other, Mutual Pining Summary: “Love,” Cas says suddenly in his ear. It makes Dean’s heart jump and his lungs constrict. “Wha-what?” Dean stutters, head turning to Cas whose eyes are still fixated on the screen. “L-O-V-E. Love, it’s the one you’re missing from this round.” Dean looks back down at his screen and sees Cas’ finger linking the letters together. “Oh,” Dean breathes.

Take a Chance on Me | @nickelkeep

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5,186 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, They were roommates!, Idiots in Love. Summary: After what could possibly be the worst date that Cas has ever had, his best friend Dean is there to help make things right. And how Dean makes things rights? It's the last thing Cas ever dreamed of.

You Are Safe Here, You Know | @sunshine-zenith

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 5,739 Main Tags/Warnings: Normal Human AU, Human Cas, Teacher Dean, Getting Together, Mental health issues, homelessness (past), minor injuries (past) Summary: In which Castiel has a bad day at the Gas N' Sip and his roommate, Dean, cheers him up

light my candle | @demonmary

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7,798 Main Tags/Warnings: Mutual Pining, Teasing, Jealous Dean, Friends to Lovers, Dirty Talk, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Getting Together Summary: Dean held out his hand, the perfectly dripped circle of dried wax laying in his palm. “You into candle wax, buddy? Never thought you’d be that type in the bedroom.” He remarked casually, fighting against the onslaught of images this new information provided the part of his brain that housed his Forbidden Cas Fantasies. Cas finally looked up into Dean’s gaze, and Dean was surprised to see the challenge presented behind those stupidly beautiful blue eyes. “Well then, Dean, could you tell me exactly what type you did take me for while you were contemplating my preferences in bed?”

Just Turn Around And Go | @porcupine-girl

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 11,320 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Brief mentions of other past relationships for both of them, Pining, No actual infidelity happens, Angst with a Happy Ending, Friends to Lovers Summary: Dean should be happy. His best friend and housemate of five years, Castiel, is moving out to live with his boyfriend, Balthazar. Dean's career is going great, so he can easily afford the house on his own now. This is just growing up, moving forward to the next phase of their lives. It would be awesome, if he weren't in love with Cas. Well, here we go, he thinks as he opens the refrigerator and digs around for sandwich supplies. First day of the rest of your life. Time to move the fuck on. As he slams his meat and mayo and pickles down on the counter, he considers adding the bottle of whiskey he knows is hiding in the cabinet, but decides that he has enough self-respect to wait 'til five. Then he'll get fucking blackout drunk. Yep. Awesome.

Cuddlibus | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,566 Main Tags/Warnings: Creature Castiel, Friends to Lovers, Roommates, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean, Alpha Dean, Omega Castiel, Happy Ending Summary: As a cuddlibus—a subspecies of incubi—Cas needs regular cuddles to survive. Dean is more than happy to let his best friend feed off him.

And they were ghostmates | @whichstiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 16,071 Main Tags/Warnings: Quarantine, Ghosts, Implied temporary major character death, Alternate universe Summary: Castiel moves into his new house, looking for a fresh start. With cosmically bad timing, as quarantine descends he learns his house is haunted by the ghost of Dean Winchester.

Crush My Heart(Love on Tour Version) | Maetheheller (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 17,493 Main Tags/Warnings: John Winchester A++ parenting, top Castiel/bottom dean Winchester, idiots to lovers, bossy Castiel, dean Winchester wears panties, Lisa and dean break up, past Castiel/mick Davies, Cas and dean go to a Harry styles concert Summary: After responding to an ad, Cas Novak finds himself with the perfect roommate. Only, he’s not as perfect as he could be. Dean Winchester is every man’s wet dream— handsome, rugged, a good cook, and an even better person to be around. Only problem is, he has a girlfriend, who doesn’t like Castiel very much. Despite all that, Cas enjoys his company and through their budding friendship, maybe Dean can realize how good Cas can be for him. Through movie nights and bonding over Harry Styles, they’ll have to see what they make of living together.

Lucky Winner | @natmoose

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 31,741 Main Tags/Warnings: Roommate AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Rommates to Lovers, Summer Vacation Summary: Dean wins a trip to Paris. In and of itself, that’s an amazing thing, but the problem is: he isn’t in a relationship with Lisa anymore, and the trip requires a romantic partner. The obvious choice is Cas, his roommate and best friend of 3 years, but coming with that are some very very complicated feelings and things Dean absolutely doesn’t want to deal with. But Dean isn’t selfish and also really wants to give his overworked best friend a well deserved holiday, so the only and best solution is to take Cas to Paris, romantic theme be damned. What Dean doesn’t know is that their whole trip will be documented by a photographer from the company - so to avoid their vacation being cut short, Dean and Cas will have to convincingly play a couple.

[otrtbs]

hello trying smth. a bit. different under the cut?

Druella

Bellatrix is born on Halloween. On October 31st 1951, she becomes the eldest daughter of Druella and Cygnus Black, and she doesn’t cry. She just peers up at Druella with wide-round eyes and a calm, unaffected disposition. It’s eerie. It’s haunting. That’s something that always worried Druella– the Halloween birth, Bellatrix’s refusal to come into the world kicking and screaming and fighting for air like a normal child would. Druella worries that Bellatrix is cursed, born on the day of skeletons, death, evil spirits, and darkness. She tried to hold out a few more hours, she begged the mediwitches at St. Mungo’s to delay the birth somehow through grunts of pain and the sweat forming on her brow. She attempted to not push through her contractions, but it was pointless. 

“They say babies born on Halloween are immune to evil spirits,” the mediwitch whispers to Druella as Cygnus sleeps in a chair in the corner of the room, arms crossed and shoulders slumped. “The veil between the living and the dead is thinnest tonight. So she’ll probably have a strong connection with the spirit world. She might even be given the gift of second sight,” she adds sagely, attempting to calm Druella’s fears. “A blessing.”

Druella holds Bellatrix in her arms, she’s sleeping and swaddled in a soft blanket, a peaceful expression on her face, but Druella can’t escape the feeling of hesitant fear bubbling beneath the surface. A bomb waiting to explode. “She didn’t even cry,” she lets out an exhausted sigh. 

The mediwitch gives her a soft smile. “It happens. Her heart rate is stable and she is breathing normally. She’s perfectly healthy.” The witch finishes cleaning up a few things around the room and removes her gloves. “Be sure to let me know if you need anything. Someone will be here to check on you shortly.” As she turns to leave, she pauses for a moment with her hand on the handle, debating something. Then, with a quick look back and a sharp breath she says, “It’s going to be okay.” 

Druella wishes she could believe her. 

Bellatrix grows a little every day. She’s healthy, she never cries, her bones aren’t weak, her limbs aren’t mangled, her cheeks are pink and fat and not sallow. She looks nothing like a cursed child, acts nothing like a cursed child, except for the small birthmark just below her left cheek. A bad witch’s mark. 

Walburga and Orion come to the house to see the new baby. A cruel, satisfied smile overtakes Walburga’s features when she sees it’s a girl, confirming with her own eyes that the chance to have the next heir is still within her grasp, but Druella takes her own pleasure in Walburga’s still slender frame.

At least Bellatrix proves that Druella isn’t barren. She can have children, healthy children. She could provide an heir. It was only a matter of time. Walburga and Orion had been married nearly three years before Druella married Cygnus and yet their house remained empty. 

Walburga always hated Druella. Hated that Druella and Cygnus got to live in 12 Grimmauld Place with the family heirlooms the libraries, the portraits, and the tapestry detailing their lineage. She always believed it should belong to her and Orion. Druella was a Rosier by birth. It was only right that true Blacks lived in Grimmauld. She had married Orion earlier. It was only right that she reside there. The next heir to the Black family name got to reside in Grimmauld. So it wasn't just a race to bare a male child, but also a claim to the family residence.

Because Druella can't help herself, she takes Walburga to the drawing room with the tapestry for tea and revels in the looks Walburga casts at the family tree.

Druella was barely healed from her first pregnancy when Cygnus demands that they try again. One child was only enough if it was a boy. She counts the cracks in the ceiling and does her best not to shout in pain in those early days after Bellatrix’s birth. She washes too many bloody sheets before anyone else can see them. 

She tries to spend time in the nursery, but baby Bella, as the house elves had taken to calling her, hardly interests her. Cygnus never goes to the nursery to see Bellatrix, he couldn’t be bothered. Rather, he immerses himself in his work. Druella knows it is her job. It's her job to dress Bellatrix and feed her and bathe her and sing to her, but she leaves most of those tasks to the house elves. 

Bellatrix feels like a stranger in her home. A thing rather than a person. Something haunted and hard to bond with, even if she looks just like a normal child. However, there was still a sense of pride, even if Bellatrix wasn’t a boy. Druella had given birth to a child. She could be a mother. She could do what was expected of her. She just needed a boy.

More days pass. 

Druella busies herself with planning Christmas parties and elaborate dinners and pruning her winter garden of Christmas roses and Goose Grass. She attends charity meetings and plans galas for the Museum of Modernism and Moda. The mediwitches assure her that Bellatrix’s witch mark will fade as she grows older. 

Days turn into months, and just after Bellatrix is ten months old, Druella finds herself pregnant once more. Cygnus’ once stormy mood had shifted to one of gentle ease. He comes home earlier, he speaks softer, and he scowls less. All of the ladies drop by to place their hands on Druella’s growing stomach, to offer their well wishes, to bring gifts. 

This time, it was going to be a boy. Druella can feel it in her bones. All of the divination midwives say as much. She dreams about it. 

“Of course, we’ll name him Sirius. Something strong and commanding. The brightest star in our sky,” Druella was saying over tea as Walburga pursed her lips tightly. 

“I think that’s a wonderful choice,” Irma nods in approval. “Lots of Sirius’ in our family history. He’ll fit right in. Splendid.” 

Druella catches Walburga’s eye and grins wickedly. This house is hers, this life is hers, the family favour is hers. 

They decorate the nursery blue and paint constellations on the ceiling that glimmer in the dark. By the time April comes, Druella doesn’t even mind that it’s raining when she goes into labour. Torrential, thunderous skies and rolling black clouds. Another bad sign, but one she ignores happily.

Cygnus meets her at St. Mungos. He stands by her side and holds her clammy hand through the hours of painful birth. She hears the mediwitches buzz around her and whisper nervously as she screams in her potion-dulled pain. She worries about all the blood staining the sheets and feels her head heavy with Merlin knows what. 

She struggles to keep her eyes open as hospital staff swarm around her and wheel her to another room with bright, artificial lights. She tries to listen to what they’re telling her, but their voices sound gargled and warped like they’re talking underwater. It’s too hard to keep her eyes open anymore. She lets herself drift off and she dreams of her son. 

When she wakes, she’s in a new room. A quieter room. A mediwitch rushes in and places a swaddled baby in her arms. She talks in slow deliberate sentences. 

Druella barely hears her. 

Complications with the birth. Postpartum haemorrhage. Beautiful baby girl. So lucky. 

Through chapped lips and a dry throat, she asks to see her husband. 

The mediwitch informs her that he left shortly after the baby’s birth. She hands Druella some water. 

Alone in a private room at St. Mungos, she decides to name the baby Andromeda. She holds the small infant to her chest, only hours old, and she weeps. 

Cygnus barely looks at her. The days pass and Druella watches over the girls in the nursery and tiptoes around her husband as she tries to ignore the walls of the house closing in on her. She tells herself there is still time, though the doctors at St. Mungos disagree. They all tell her another pregnancy is risky. Fatal. Nearly impossibly in her state. 

Druella doesn’t breathe a word of this to Cygnus or to anyone else. She shuts herself up in Grimmauld Place and avoids everyone’s prying eyes, their disappointed looks, and Walburga’s triumphant sneers. 

As days turn into weeks that turn into months, Druella grows more and more desperate. She finds herself under the guise of heavy glamour charms, back in Knockturn Alley, begging the shopkeeper for more fertility potions. Pills that will ensure a male child. She swallows down glowing green vials of bitter liquid that smelled faintly of baby’s breath. She crushes up black beetle eyes and crunches into the red bulbs of Witch’s Ganglion with wild abandon on the smooth tiles of her bathroom floor, and she waits. 

She leaves the family Christmas dinner early as she feels the familiar trickle of warm blood run down her leg. She stays in bed for days at a time. She leaves her two daughters to the house elf. 

Her third pregnancy nearly kills her as all the doctors had promised. She tries to hide it from everyone as best as she can. Cygnus doesn’t bother showing up to the hospital with her. 

On a cold and bleak day in early January, Druella gives birth to her third daughter. The chill from outside worms its way around her heart and solidifies in a sickly, icy, frost. Narcissa takes what little Druella had left with her that day and keeps it for herself. 

Three daughters. Their little lives just beginning. Girls who will have hopes and dreams and ambitions. Druella feels all of hers dwindle as she hands her third child to the house elf once more. Their stories begin as hers ends. Druella thinks that it’s unfair, having girls. She married Cygnus to give him sons. Not to love him or to look after him in his old age. She was made to produce heirs. What use would she be to him now? 

He’ll want to keep trying, even if it kills her. Without a boy in the family, Druella was better off dead to him anyway. She was plagued by awful visions of her own mother, shut up in a room all alone after the death of her brother. Too old to produce any more male heirs, her father left her mother to claw at the walls and floorboards of her bedroom. Allowed her to be shut out and ignored by every family member who was once so warm towards her. He locked her away in a dark, stale room somewhere for failing him, and acted as if she never existed. 

She felt the frost seep in. Her daughters, her own children had damned her to the same fate. Even if they didn’t know it. How could she hold them and be happy? How could she wipe the tears from their face and act as if everything was fine? 

She’d like to swim in the ocean, or work at the ministry, or travel the world by herself. She’d like to go out at night and not worry about a home she’s obligated to come back to. She closes her eyes and lets herself dream these dreams for a while until Narcissa’s shrill cries wake her up and she feels her fate close in on her all at once.

[jack-the-nibbler]

Voretober Day 4: Haunt

It's an old, beautiful house, quite cheap on the market. So you probably should have expected some trouble from the previous owners...

At first you had wondered why the house had been so cheap. Yes, it was old and in need of some refurbishments, but you didn’t mind that at all. The realtor had told you that many people had complaints of noise, and other things that they refused to disclose. Yes, the atmosphere was a bit eerie, and there were some weird groaning noises coming from the pipes at night, but you could adapt.

But then it became more than just pipes. Sometimes the faucets ran with blood red liquid. The flowers out in the garden seemed to hiss and snap at you. When you got out of the shower, you’d find messages like “GET OUT” and “LEAVE” written on the mirror. There was no doubt that a previous occupant was not happy that you were here. But you didn’t care. Ghost or not, there was no way you were moving back to your dingy old apartment.

One night, you found yourself unable to rest. That eerie atmosphere had been intensifying all week, and throughout the day you felt like you were being watched, glared at. Dread slowly crept through you, fear seeping into your bones, and you couldn’t understand why.

Your bedroom door suddenly swung open. You gasped, pulling the covers up to your face, daring to peek. There was a man standing there; he had handsome, sharp features and a somewhat chubby belly. He wore a top hat that paired perfectly with his Victorian era suit, and a scowl on his face.

“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” he muttered, marching up to you. “But that ends tonight!” You shook your head, your voice caught in your throat. The gentleman had an otherworldly glow about him, and his hands were like a freezing mist as he grasped your shoulders, devoid of the warmth of life. “This has worked on everyone before you, no reason it should fail now.”

“W-Wait-!” you cried out, watching with wide eyes as he lunged forward, easily engulfing your head in his mouth. Unfortunately he wasn’t as incorporeal as he looked, and your hopes that you would phase right through him were snuffed out as ectoplasmic saliva dripped down your cheek. The specter kept a tight hold on you, gripping your arms as he forced your head and shoulders into his flexible throat.

You whimpered as you slid down the ghostly gentleman’s gullet inch by inch. It was now crystal clear why all the other buyers had left. You couldn’t blame them now…your panicking mind was racing. Would this angry specter have mercy on you? Were you about to be digested by a dead man? Your legs kicked wildly, but your devourer wasn’t bothered at all. He held onto your hips, his belly expanding as your legs were slurped down with frightening efficiency.

As the ghost’s belly rounded out, you found that you could actually see out into your bedroom. You reached out, vainly hoping that you could push your arm through to the outside. But your hand pressed against a gooey stomach wall, refusing to yield enough for you to break free. Your legs joined you in the slimy pouch, forcing you to curl up within. You sat in shock, gingerly pushing around. Your struggles soon picked up, intensifying with your urge not to stew within this man’s otherworldly guts.

“Why are you doing this?!” you cried, pushing against the walls of your slimy, spectral prison. “I didn’t mean any harm!” The ghost pressed down on you and scoffed.

“Of course you didn’t…You’d just be gutting our home, tearing everything we cherished apart and forcing us to endure years of our afterlife putting up with you and your rowdy activities!” he growled. He glared down at you through his clear stomach walls, making you meekly shrink back.

“N-no, I wasn’t going to do that…hell, I can’t even afford to do that…” you said softly, shivering. “If I wanted that, I would have just moved to the city. I really do like this place…”

The specter fell silent, a hand resting over your form. He mulled over your words, his harsh gaze gradually softening the more he looked over you. You seemed genuine, just confused and scared. He’d swallowed and scared away plenty of other residents, but this time guilt was starting to creep in.

“Oh…perhaps I judged you too soon…I apologize…” he said, carefully rubbing over you. “I won’t chase you out, then. As long as you don’t mind living with ghosts.” Relief instantly swept over you. You sighed, laying back within his gut.

“So…you’ll let me out?” You asked. You felt safer now, especially since you didn’t feel any tingling or other signs of digestion. It was just horribly slimy, and just a bit chilly. Not to mention sticky too…but you could actually get used to this otherwise.

“Yes…in the morning. I’ll even help you wash the ectoplasm out of your clothes,” he said. “My name is Garrett, by the way. We can talk more in the morning.” Garrett laid back, pulling the blanket up over his full belly. “I think my husband will like you.”

Oh well…you nestled in slightly, soothed by Garrett caressing your form. The blanket at least helped to warm you up a bit. Another presence soon joined him in bed, their own spectral hand resting over you. It helped to soothe you further after that fright. You slowly drifted off, having quite a lot to look forward to tomorrow…

[shyvioletcat]

~ MASTERLIST ~

While we wait for Taylor Swift to break our hearts, thought I might dabble a bit in that myself. We get a bit of insight into Rowan this chapter and I lent into canon a little bit. This is the *ADVICE* prompt thanks to @throneofglassmicrofics.

CW: Off page character death

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Rowan liked his new house, it was practical, easy to maintain and the neighbourhood turned out to be nicer than he was expecting. The street was quiet, nothing more than the occasional backyard party disturbed him the nights after work or on the weekends. Unless he fully committed to choosing the true life of a hermit and hid away far off in the mountains, Rowan couldn't escape all human contact. And besides his purposefully casual interactions at work and the obligatory check-ins with his friends and family he was managing to avoid the unnecessary kinds. He’d been informed more than once that this outlook wasn’t healthy, but it was how he managed. Especially today.

Today marked three years to the day the life he had known shattered into pieces. Time had dulled the constant ache, but this date still haunted him. Rowan had moved here once the haze had cleared enough that he had the drive to seek out a new job and a new start. Or he might just have been running away, his personal reasoning usually depended on his mood. 

It had been like any other day, Rowan was making dinner waiting for his wife to get home when the phone had rung. In the middle of stirring the butter chicken that Lyria had specially requested out of the blue, he hadn’t bothered to note who the caller was. His blood ran cold at the first words: this is Doranelle General Hospital. After that he was given the instructions that he needed to get to the hospital as soon as he could. 

The drive went by in a blur, but he’d got there. When he gave his name received a look that was full of sympathy and he knew. Rowan knew right then and there but he forced himself into denial. It was hard to ignore when a doctor rounded the corner next and led Rowan to a private room to tell him the devastating truth.

There was a car accident.

Lyria had died.

She was pregnant.

Rowan had sat there, stunned, devoid of feeling, because of the one little fact that he didn’t know. Lyria was pregnant, she was pregnant and she hadn’t told him. Rowan had left the hospital a broken man and three years later he still hadn’t been able to piece himself back together. 

It was a rare thing for Rowan to take a day off work, but that was for the better. His mood was foul and people didn’t deserve to have that inflicted on them. Each year it got better—no, easier—and he didn’t know if it was a bad thing or a good thing. The shame and guilt of not being there when he should have would plague him forever. 

To keep the demons at bay he chose running. This was his fourth lap around the block, everytime he had approached his front yard he’d told himself one more, he wasn’t ready to go home just yet. So he pushed himself for another, then another, and despite the burning in his lungs and the lagging of his feet he might just go around again. Rowan might just have if his neighbour pulling into her driveway hadn't pulled him up. He slowed down to a jog when he saw the car approaching the driveway so she wouldn’t have to stop for him. 

It had been about a month since their first interaction and they hadn’t had another since. She remained the only niggling irritation Rowan had with living here. This woman had come at him so viciously and he was still feeling the need to defend himself. He had watched her almost drop her baby just to get the bins down to the curb. Anyone with any sense would have accepted the help instead of making a point. 

That irritation rose when she slowed down so much that Rowan basically had to stop on the path. He got it, he really did, but anything and everything got to him today. In the end he used this as an excuse to go home. Maybe he could force some food down and see if he could sleep off the rest of his mood. Rowan walked on the path in front of her lawn and as he took out his earbud he caught sight of her waving him down. Confused, he stopped just watching as his neighbour walked across the grass. 

“Hi,” she said tightly, obviously not pleased about the conversation she had been the one to start. 

Unable to do much else, Rowan matched her energy. “Hi.”

Those unusual eyes narrowed at him, and not wanting to be the focus of her ire he shifted his attention to the baby she was holding. It was a mistake. Looking at her was like a shot to the chest. She had brown eyes and hair, her tiny fist was curled from where it clung to her mother’s shirt. What sent him staggering was that this child’s colouring was so similar to Lyria’s. An ill-timed reminder of what could have been. His neighbour talking gave him something else to focus on. 

“I snapped at you, I’m sorry,” she said. 

The scoff he made was involuntary, as were the words that came out of his mouth next, no chance to temper them against his anger. “It must have been so hard to track me down. It’s been a month. You’ve had plenty of chances to apologise before now.”

The woman all but reared back, at this point Rowan didn’t care about the verbal lashing he was going to get. 

“Take my advice,” she all but hissed, shifting the baby in her arms—shifting her away. “Don’t be a dick when someone’s trying to apologise.” 

That was their conversation done, the still nameless woman stomped across her lawn and into the house, the front door not quite slamming but obviously closed with some force. Rowan was well aware all he had done was add fuel to the fire, and it shouldn’t have bothered him as much as he did. He didn’t have the energy or time for this, the best thing for him to do was ignore his volatile and irksome neighbour. Something that would be more than easy for him to do.

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After copious amounts of editing I only went over by 42 words, which is a pretty good effort.

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Questions

A follow-up to Gravity (read first to understand this story)

Warnings: some harmless kissing, but no actual sex scene, language, talks of divorce, angst

A/N: Brooklyn is about 7 years old in both fics

“What are we going to tell her, babe?” Jack emerged from the closet, slipping a t-shirt over his head. You were sitting on the bed, applying lotion to your legs, trying to pretend that things were back to normal, and your routine would somehow suppress the feelings of anger and regret that were still haunting you. The conference with Brooklyn’s teacher had left both of you shaken up, but you agreed to try to hold it together for the girls.

“I don’t know, Jack. I hate the thought that she was so tortured over this, but I don’t even know where to start. How much will she understand if we try to explain it to her?” You settled under the comforter, resting your head against the headboard. Jack stood at the foot of the bed; for some reason it didn’t feel right to lay down next to you; he felt like he didn’t deserve it. He dipped a knee into the mattress, before pulling back to stand up.

“What’s wrong?” You held your breath, hoping that he wasn’t having second thoughts about coming home. He hung his head, his hands balled up into fists. “I, uh, don’t know. I think I’m gonna sleep in the guest room tonight.” He couldn’t believe what he was saying, but those same lingering knots in his stomach that were supposed to go away the minute he walked back into his home were only tighter now.

“Jack, no, please don’t. I don’t want to sleep another night without you, ok?” You crawled over to him at the foot of the bed, grabbing his hands and intertwining your fingers with his. He couldn’t believe he ever jeopardized your relationship over a stupid fight and got so close to losing you. “Whatever you need to work out, however you feel right now, I need you to figure it out here, with me.” You forced him to meet your gaze so he could see how much you meant your words. How quickly you had forgotten how good it felt to be held by him, to just be near him.

“I love you”, Jack whispered, his hand grazing against your lower back. You crashed lips, both hungry for one another, each kiss that followed deeper than the previous. Your lips lingered together for a second before you parted, your hands ghosting over Jack’s chest as he held you closer. You were sure that part of the reason you craved him so much in the moment was due to the lingering hurt, your anger quickly turning into passion, but at this point you didn’t care. “I love you too.”

****

You awoke to the sound of conversation downstairs, the scent of bacon wafting throughout the house. After last night, you finally felt at peace, falling asleep in Jack’s arms. You rounded the corner to the kitchen, Jack giving you a small smile as you passed him at the stove. “Good morning”, you pressed a kiss onto his cheek, his face immediately blushing. “Good morning.”

“It smells so good in here.” You cringed at the sound of your perky voice, obviously overcompensating for the events of the last week, but you didn’t want your daughters to worry. Brooklyn and Aaliyah were seated at the kitchen island their plates already half empty. “Good morning, mama!” Aaliyah’s shirt was covered in syrup, the two pancakes on her plate cut up for her. Brooklyn was pushing her food around her plate, her head resting in her free hand. “What’s wrong, Brookie?” She looked up at you, pushing her plate away from her. “Can I go to my room? I’m not hungry.”

“Of course, baby.” You watched her walk away, turning back to Jack. “Did something happen?” He shook his head as he took a seat next to Aaliyah. “I don’t know. She hasn’t said a word to me all morning. We have to talk to her, babe.”

“I know. I know.” You rested against the counter, crossing your arms over your chest. “Should we talk to her now?” You looked at the clock; Jack would be taking the girls to school in about 30 minutes. “No, I don’t want her to think about this while she’s in school. She’s been dealing with enough. I was supposed to take her to the gym to practice basketball today, maybe she’d be more willing to talk there.”

****

“Alright, B, I’m gonna teach you how to shoot the ball.” You and Brooklyn had the outdoor court to yourself, the sun beating down on both of you. Brooklyn had been quiet all the way to the gym, dragging her feet as Jack tried to get her excited to play. This would be the first year that Brooklyn was old enough to play recreational basketball, and Jack was excited they would have something else to bond over.

“Daddy, can we just go home? I don’t feel good.” Her hand was on her stomach, the color draining from her face. “No baby, let’s just practice for 30 minutes and then we can go home.” He bounced her the basketball, Brooklyn reluctantly catching the ball.

“Ok, let’s practice shooting. It’s all about the follow-through, okay? Watch me.” Jack motioned with his free hand how she should shoot the ball before taking a shot, the ball swishing through the hoop. “Your turn.” He guided her to the free throw line, helping her palm the ball and line up the shot. She pushed through her legs with all her might, but the ball fell short, only making it about halfway to the goal.

“I can’t do this.” She pushed out her bottom lip in a pout, her expression dropping. “No, B, that was really good, we just have to push harder okay. You’re strong enough to get it in the hoop.”

“I said I don’t want to play!” Jack staggered back. “Hey, it’s okay to be frustrated, but we don’t yell, Brooklyn. That’s not okay.” Jack softly passed the ball to Brooklyn again, but she tripped over her feet, falling on the ground. Jack rushed over to help her up, Brooklyn’s hands and knees scraped up from the concrete. Tears started streaming down her face as she tried to brush her knees off. “I told you I didn’t want to play”. She pushed away from Jack when he tried to comfort her.

“I just want to go home”, she whispered as she choked back sobs. She ran to the bench on the other side, Jack following behind her. He sat down next to her, his eyes focused on the empty court.

“What’s wrong, B? It’s Daddy, you can talk to me.” Brooklyn always said she was too big to be held now, but Jack just wanted to comfort his baby.

“Why did you lie to me?” Her words were garbled, cheeks stained with tears. Jack wiped her face with his sweatshirt sleeve. “What are you talking about, baby?”

“I heard mama saying that you went to sleep at the studio because she was mad at you, but you said you went on a business trip.” Jack sighed, realizing his little girl was a lot smarter than he gave her credit for. His silence only made her cry harder. “Why did you lie? You and mama always say you shouldn’t lie to people you love.” Jack could feel those knots in his stomach tighten again, making him wince in pain.

“You’re right baby. I’m sorry, I did lie to you, and that was wrong. You might not understand this now, but mama and I thought we were doing the right thing by telling you I was going on a work trip because we didn’t want you to worry, but that wasn’t fair to you.” Brooklyn nodded, trying to wipe the tears away that were still falling. “Can you take a deep breath for me?” Jack rubbed Brooklyn’s back as she calmed down. She let out a few shaky breaths, her crying finally stopping after a couple of minutes.

“Are you ready to talk about it now?” Jack passed the basketball between his hands trying to calm his nerves. She looked at him after a couple of seconds, turning her body towards Jack. “Do you have any questions for me? I promise to answer them honestly.”

“Did you and mama have a fight?”  

“We did. It was a bad one. We both said very mean things to one another.”

“Did you fight about me?”

“No, we both love you so much. We fought about some stupid adult things. Things that don’t matter.”

“Are you going to live at the studio now?” Jack chuckled to himself. Brooklyn was so smart, he forgot how innocent she was sometimes.

“No, baby. I just stayed there a couple of nights because mama said she needed space, and I wanted to honor that. I still live at home. ”

She leaned against Jack’s arm, resting her head. “I heard her crying at night. She sounded really sad.” Jack swallowed, the feelings of your fight rushing back. He looked down at her. “I hurt mama really bad, and that made her sad. We both said things to hurt each other.”

“Are you going to get a divorce?”

Truthfully he didn’t know. Things were finally in a good place again, but he always felt like he was teetering the line, and their next fight could be their last. He promised not to lie to her, but he was going to break that rule if it meant saving his family from any more heartache.

“No, we’re not getting a divorce. We love each other so much, and even though we may fight, that will never change. Do you understand?”

Brooklyn sat up, looking at Jack, her eyes bright and beautiful, the same as when he first laid eyes on her at the hospital. “I think so. I’m sorry for yelling. I love you, daddy.”

Jack pulled her into his body for a hug, Brooklyn’s arms wrapped around his neck. “I’m sorry for lying, baby. I love you so much, B.” He pressed a kiss into her hair, resting his chin on her head.

“Can I ask you a question now?” Jack pulled away. Brooklyn nodded, rubbing her red nose. “Why didn’t you tell me or mama that your stomach was hurting at school? Were you feeling sick?” She shook her head no, avoiding eye contact with Jack.

“Were you sad? It’s okay, I just want to know so I can help you.”

“My tummy hurts when I’m scared. I wanted you to come home.” She leaned her head on Jack’s shoulder. Jack took a deep breath as he stood up, carrying Brooklyn back to the car. “I’m never going anywhere again. I promise, baby.”

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[blood-mocha-latte]

its red as bright as wanting

i.

“I just don’t understand the appeal of them.” Babe said from in front of the kitchen counter.

From behind him, Gene huffed a laugh, sounding rather amused. He shifted, moving from the rickety wooden table that makes up both their kitchen island and dining table (and short-term storage), to walk up behind Babe.

Yellow curtains hid the window that rested over the sink that Babe stood over, inspecting the bright red fruit he held between his index finger and thumb up at eye level. Gene reached around him to tug them open with one hand, the other resting absently on Babe’s hip.

“How can you not like strawberries?” He asked, breath ruffling the hair near Babe’s ear before he moved away, kitchen newly lit by the sun that shines through the window, directly into Babe’s eyes. Not used to being so free of ache, Babe just turned around, his back to the sink. “You pretty much are one.” Babe made a face.

He lowered the strawberry to point at Gene with it, the corner of his mouth ticking up into a grin that he attempted to tamp back down.

“I look nothing like a strawberry, you take that back.” He said, trying his best to stay serious. Gene just huffed, shaking his head as he rounded the table again, a gentle smile carving into his mouth like a spell on stone. Fleeting and infinite. “And I didn’t say I didn’t like them, I just said I don’t see the appeal.”

He brought the strawberry back to his face, the small divots of seeds against the bright red of the fruit. It almost made him smile.

It’s the middle of winter, and it should be snowing. It should be freezing, numbing, all-encompassingly frigid.

But Babe’s in Louisiana, just outside of where Gene grew up, just outside of where a flood swallowed all he knew. It’s the middle of winter and it’s warm and if he closed his eyes and thought hard enough, he could think of every happy memory this home had ever held.

Their memories. Built and fostered and cared for, raised from the earth with the bloody hands that killed people and the bloody hands that saved them, to wash their hands clean of it.

For Babe to leave Philadelphia, to leave behind his family and his mother and ol’ Gonorrhoea. To leave behind the cold that settled in his bones and wouldn’t leave, expanding like water turning to ice, splintering everything in its path.

To leave behind the biting loneliness that kept him torn apart.

Dear Doc, Babe had written, three years ago, only a year after they’d left Berlin, left Europe. And a month later, a letter came back, like he’d sung into a cavern and the echo of his voice had come back, haunting and familiar but somehow all encompassingly new.

Dear Edward, Gene had written back, ever the pragmatic. Babe had laughed maybe a little too hard and nearly brained himself on the railing that led up to his apartment, too impatient to wait to get upstairs to read the slanted, messy handwriting.

Babe blinked back to the present, as easily as falling asleep but inversely. Too entirely caught up in the dips of the berry and Gene moving around gracefully, like water or silks, through their kitchen, gathering jars and fruits and bread.

He watched Gene, watched him move, watched the profile of his relaxed face, the curve of his lips, the wedge of his nose.

Watched as he turned away from Babe entirely, leaning out of the kitchen and into the equally small and cluttered hall that led out of the house.

The warmth flooded through his chest the same way it always did, like taking a warm shower for the first time in years. Like laughing after a terrible night.

Thank god you wrote back. He thought, not for the first time, but a mantra. Thought daily, said daily; whispered like a prayer into every inch of Gene’s skin he can ever reach. Thank god you decided to find your way back to me.

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[midnightsapphire]

What Once Was (Chapter Five)

Pairing : Aemond Targaryen x Strong!Reader

Warnings : Targ!cest, future nsfw, mentions of violence & death, slow burn, reader insert but slight oc! Descriptions, Aegon being Aegon

Feedback is appreciated! Much love!

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I guess sometimes we all get

Some kind of haunted.

“Uh, we should address the latest developments in the Stepstones, my lords.” 

“Will we ever be shut off from that blasted place?” The King sighed, rubbing at his decaying temples as (Y/N) affectionately rubbed her grandsire’s shoulder, stepping aside from his seat at the head of the table as she filled the cups of all the lords and those sitting around the council table. Viserys giving her a pained half smile as she made her rounds along the table, pouring water in her mother’s goblet in place of the ale as she saw the tireless scowl on her face as her mother toyed with the stone in front of her. 

The tension could be cut with a knife at the banter between the princess and the queen, both vehemently contrasting each other’s ideas with little to no hesitation, each practically wanting to have the last word. 

“The cost of war is greater. But we have been lax and the old monster now lifts its head.”

“Let us be finished.” Queen Alicent dismissed, a frown etched on her features as the lords and the king himself moved to stand from their seats. (Y/N) as well moved to help her mother stand, gripping her hand and elbow to steady her post-birthed mother, eyebrows furrowing as she stood straighter, chin raised in the air. 

“Wait! I wish to speak.” She called, watching as the men all sighed and returned to their seated positions as Alicent lingered for a bit longer, eyes narrowing at the blonde as she reluctantly planted herself back into her chair, warily staring at her former friend as (Y/N) aided her mother in sitting, gently adjusting the pillows to ease her comfort as she stood back towards the pillars. 

At most, (Y/N) had been informed of the politics that came with running the kingdom, the ongoing feuds in the stepstones, the less than pleasant comments thrown about her own great-uncle’s absence, but nothing of another announcement of her mother’s doing. 

Rhaenyra remained standing, idly brushing her dress down to smooth the wrinkles that weren’t present, her eyes set on Alicent. “I have felt the... strife... between our families of late, my Queen. And for any offense given by mine, I apologize. But we are one house. And long before that, we were friends.” 

Alicent’s eyes narrowed at the blonde, hands folded in front of her as her chin raised defiantly, fighting the urge to speak as she stiffly nodded her head, allowing Rhaenyra to continue. “My daughter, (Y/N)-” She paused, holding a hand out to her daughter, who’s hand she clutched tightly as she stood (Y/N) next to her, wrapping her other arm around the smaller girl’s shoulders as she pulled her closer. “- will inherit the Iron Throne after me. I propose we betroth her to your son, Aegon, or better yet Aemond considering how close our two children had become over the years.” She said fondly, a small smile growing on her face before disappearing just as soon as it came. 

(Y/N) felt her knees buckle, had it not been for her mother supporting her as she looked between both women, almost in shock at the news that hadn’t been told to her until now. The smile on her face, as well as the blush on her cheeks couldn’t have been more obvious as she held her mother’s hand tighter, spewing all the thanks she could in her head at such an idea.

Or better yet Aemond. 

Aemond. 

Aemond. 

It echoed in her head as a mantra as she met Alicent’s stoic features, looking for any glimpse of rejection, acceptance, any reaction to her mother’s proposal. “Let them rule.. Together.”

“A most judicious proposition!” Viserys said gleefully, looking to his wife before his smile slowly faded at her lack of reaction, only continuing to stare blankly forward as the proposal sank into her head. 

“Additionally, if Syrax brings forth another clutch of eggs, your son Aemond will have his choice of them, uh... a symbol of our goodwill-”

“Rhaenyra.” Alicent interrupted, clearing her throat as she darted her eyes lower, all eyes turning to the newly formed wet spots on Rhaenyra’s chest. (Y/N) gasped, sitting her mother down as she covered the strains, muttering a quiet string of curses as she avoided the stares of the lords out of embarrassment. 

The queen cleared her throat, nodding her head towards Rhaenyra with a tight lipped smile as she stood up with the king. “ The King and I thank you for your offer and we will consider it duly. You must rest now, husband.” 

(Y/N) watched as the hall slowly emptied, grabbing a few clothes to hand to her mother once the two of them were alone. “Did you mean it mother?”

“Which part, sweetling?” Rhaenyra sighed, dabbing at the stains on her dress before smiling softly at her daughter, holding a hand out to pull the girl closer as (Y/N)’s hand laid onto her shoulder. 

“Wedding me to Aemond..” She whispered hesitantly, feeling Rhaenyra’s shoulder shake as she chuckled. 

“Of course, sweetling. As… distant as I had been with my own brothers. I have no doubt Aemond would treat you with the utmost respect, gods forbid I marry you off to a lord older than your grandsire.”

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“Aemond! Aemond!” (Y/N) called gleefully, practically tripping down the steps to the training grounds, the ends of her dress clutched in her hands as she ran along the dirt and mud of the keep. The clanging of swords and cries of the boys filled her ears as they swung their wooden weapons at larger straw dummies. 

She trailed her eyes over to the younger blonde, a wider smile creeping on her face as he momentarily stood aside, eyes narrowing as she ran to him quicker. “Watch yourself, princess. One cannot simply run into the grounds without caution. Look at your own brothers.” Ser Harwin laughed softly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to keep her from running straight into the circle. 

“I only had news to tell him, father.” (Y/N) said with a pout, whispering the last part as Harwin smiled to himself, leading her around to avoid getting hit by any of the wandering swords, let alone her own brother’s wild swings as they were openly ignored by Ser Criston Cole’s teachings. 

“He’s ignoring them again. They’re just as much princes’ as Aemond and Aegon are.” (Y/N) said with a huff, crossing her arms when they stopped a good enough distance away from the training grounds, but still close enough for her to have a decent view of their less than graceful swings.

(Y/N) tried not to roll her eyes as Criston separated the two boys, her younger brothers trudging over to her with dejection written across their faces as the knight favored the blondes, individually sparring with the both of them. “Do not worry yourself, it saves your brothers the embarrassment.”

“Hey!” Jace whined, his round face formed into a pout as he watched his uncles with envy. 

“Someone ought to teach Ser Criston a lesson on fairness, if he can get it through his boorish little skull..” (Y/N) scoffed as Ser Harwin lightly nudged his daughter. 

“It seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attention... Ser Criston.”

“You question my method of instruction, Ser?” Criston taunted, raising his arms defiantly as Ser Harwin returned the taunt with a smirk of his own. 

“Oh, I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils.”

“Very well. Jacaerys... come here.” Criston hissed, grabbing Jacaerys roughly by the collar of his armor, practically throwing him into the circle as he nudged his head towards the older blonde. 

“You will spare with Aegon. Eldest son against eldest son.”

“Be gentle with him! He’s not a bag of grain for you to throw around.” (Y/N) spat, glaring at the Dorne as he returned her glare. “This is hardly a fair match!”

“Would you rather volunteer yourself, princess?” Ser Criston warned as he threw a wooden sword at her feet. “You seem to have such disdain for my teachings, why not show them how it is done as the eldest child?” He warned as (Y/N) clenched her hands into fists, moving to grab the sword before Harwin held her back with a hand on her shoulder. 

“He only wishes to anger you, do not allow him to.” 

(Y/N) stayed silent as she watched her younger brother spar with Aegon, who grew angered with every messy swing they both gave to each other. The courtyard was soon filled with the screams of both Criston and Harwin, each coaching the boys from their respective corners. 

Harwin was gentle with Jacaerys as they were pulled apart compared to Criston’s gruff grip on Aegon’s armor. (Y/N)’s eyes softened at how kind their father treated them all as she held Luke tighter to her, the younger boy flinching at every blow thrown at their sibling. It hadn’t been long before they were urged to continue, letting out harsh screams as Aegon harshly kicked Jace in the chest. 

“Enough!” Harwin hissed as he hooked his arms under Aegon’s, pulling him off the younger boy as Aegon thrashed in his arms. 

“You dare put your hands on me!” He screamed as (Y/N) pulled Jace to the side, cupping his cheeks in her hands as she glared at Aegon. 

“This is what you teach, Cole? Cruelty? To a weaker opponent? This lesson is over.” He scoffed, picking up the discarded weaponry with disdain written along his face. Ser Criston only smirked, dropping the weapons in his hands onto the floor as Harwin sighed to himself before collecting them all. 

“Your interest in the princeling's training is quite unusual, Commander. Most men would only have that kind of devotion toward a cousin... or a brother... or a son.” He taunted, giving Harwin a smirk once the taller man froze in his spot. 

“Your own treatment towards the princess is questionable in itself. Dare I say you give her the same treatment you do her mother-” He started as Harwin landed merciless punch after punch against Criston’s face. 

“No! No! Someone stop them! Ser Harwin, heed your words!” (Y/N) gasped, pushing her brother’s behind her as knights encircled the two men, Harwin thrashing much like Aegon had as he screamed and kicked at the men with a tight hold on him. 

“Say it again! Say it again! One more word about the princess and I’ll have your bloody, Doornish head!”

“Thought as much.”

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(Y/N) felt her breath hitch as she paced along the library, anxiously biting at her nails as Aemond sighed. “You’re going to drop yourself through the floorboards if you keep pacing like that.” He mumbled as he set the book down on his lap, glancing warily at her as she halted her steps. 

“Ser Criston should have been the one punished for mistreating Jace like he did, let alone taunt our parentage like everyone else has. Had he not been the Queen’s sworn knight then he should’ve had his tongue cut out.” (Y/N) mumbled, chewing at her nails as she glared at the carpet under her. 

“It's just.. It isn’t fair.” She whispered as she ran into Aemond’s arms, practically knocking him over in the chair he was sitting in. His hands hesitantly hovered over her before rubbing at her back softly. He knew of the whispers, half of them being spread by his own mother, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her. 

For her sake and the Queen’s.

“I know you held affections for Ser Harwin. He was.. a good commander.” Aemond spoke hesitantly into her hair, brushing the stray strands away from her face as she raised her head, shoulder as soft sobs left her lips. 

“He was a good man. A good man who doesn’t deserve this banishment for defending us.” 

“Is he set to leave soon?”

“Before the day is over. I-I promised I’d be there to say goodbye.” She said softly, holding Aemond’s hand tightly in hers, their thumbs brushing over the back of each other’s hands. 

“Ao līs vestragon geros ilas pār.” You must say goodbye then, he whispered to her as she nodded her head, tugging him along with her. 

“Escort me there? I do not think I can walk there by myself in this state.” 

Aemond hadn’t needed to be told twice, linking their arms together as he walked her down the halls. Her sobs had ceased with every step, only letting small sniffles remain. (Y/N) felt her heart sink lower with every step they took towards her mother’s chambers. 

It felt wrong. It was wrong. 

“I’ll be waiting for you to return to the library. You.. You can do this.” Aemond reassured, hesitantly placing a quick kiss to her cheek before dashing back down the hallway towards the library. (Y/N)’s cheeks reddened as she watched his retreating back, eyes wide open as her hand rose to the spot he had kissed. 

Her breath hitched, snapping her out of her thoughts as she heard the door creak open. Harwin froze as his eyes met her hazy ones, the young girl running into his arms as he met her halfway. “Oh, sweet girl.” Harwin whispered, kissing at her temple as his hands ran through her hair. 

“You mustn't go.” She whispered into the crook of his neck as Harwin released a breathy laugh of his own, fighting his hardest against the tears that were threatening to fall from the corners of his eyes. He pulled away far enough to look into her glassy eyes, brushing the calloused pads of his thumbs along the apples of her cheeks, wiping away any tears that fell down her face as he smiled affectionately at her. 

“It is the price I must pay for my actions, sweet girl. Had I had the chance to do it again, I would in a heartbeat if it meant I protect you. All of you.” He said softly, cupping her face in his hands. “I promise you, I will return. But..” He hesitated, dropping his head to rest along her forehead. 

“But I will be but a stranger when we next meet.”

“Better a stranger than not at all.” She sobbed, putting her hands atop his as she shared a mirrored smile. It was his own, staring back at him. There was no doubt she was his child, through and through. 

“Be good to your mother, protect your brothers as you always will. Will you promise me that?” (Y/N) nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt his lips kiss at her forehead, his absence leaving an ache in her chest as he slowly released her. Her bottom lip trembled as his footsteps echoed down the stone hallways, her eyes never tearing away even as he disappeared from her sight. 

“We’re bastards, aren’t we? Harwin Strong truly is our father.” Jace spoke from behind her, (Y/N) not bothering to turn to face him as she wiped the stray tears from her face. 

“You are a Targaryen.” Her mother spoke, putting a gentle hand on both her shoulder and her brother’s, almost speaking to reassure herself. 

“That is all that matters.” 

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A/N - i’m so sorry this chapter is more of a filler for the next one, that’s where things are really going down. but i hope you enjoy!

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[mistfallenmemes]

𝙿𝙸𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽

"State the obvious."

"I didn't get my perfect fantasy."

"I realized you loved yourself more than you could ever love me."

"So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy.

"By the way, I hate that stupid old pickup truck."

"You're a redneck heartbreak."

"You're a redneck heartbreak who's really bad at lying."

"Watch me strike a match on all my wasted time."

"As far as I'm concerned you're just another picture to burn."

"There's no time for tears."

"I'm just sitting here planning my revenge."

"There's nothing stopping me from going out with all of your best friends."

"My daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be."

"If you're missing me you better keep it to yourself."

"Coming back around here would be bad for your health."

𝙵𝙸𝙵𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽

"You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors."

"Say hi to your friends you ain't seen in a while."

"Try and stay out of everybody's way."

"You're gonna be here for the next four years in this town."

"You know I haven't seen you around before."

"When you're 15 and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe it."

"Feeling like there's nothing to figure out."

"Count to ten, take it in."

"This is life before you know who you're gonna be."

"Soon enough you're best friends."

"We'll be out of here as soon as we can."

"He's got a car."

"You're feeling like you're flying."

"Your mama's waiting up."

"You're thinking he's the one."

"And (you're) dancing around your room when the night ends."

"Your first kiss makes your head spin round."

"In your life you'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team."

"But I didn't know it at fifteen."

"When all you wanted was to be wanted."

"Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now."

"Back then I swore I was gonna marry him one day."

"I realized some bigger dreams of mine."

"And we both cried."

"Don't forget to look before you fall."

"I've found time can heal most anything."

"You might just find who you're supposed to be."

"Take a deep breath, girl."

𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙺𝚂 𝙵𝙻𝚈

"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm

"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I'm a house of cards."

"You're the kind of reckless that shoudl send me running."

"You're the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know that I won't get far."

"You stood there in front of me just close enough to touch."

"My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea."

"You touch me once and it's really something."

"You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be."

"I'm on my guard for the rest of the world but with you, I know it's no good."

"I could wait patiently."

"I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild."

"Just keep on keeping your eyes on me."

"It's just wrong enough to make it feel right."

"Lead me up the staircase."

"Won't you whisper soft and slow."

"I'm captivated by you, baby."

"Drop everything now."

"Meet me in the pouring rain."

"Kiss me on the sidewalk."

"Take away the pain."

"Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around."

"'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile."

𝚁𝙴𝙳

"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street."

"Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall."

"(It's) like the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all."

"Losing him was blue, like I'd never known."

"Missing him was dark gray, all alone."

"Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met."

"Loving him was red."

"Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you."

"Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song."

"Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer."

"Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong."

"Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes."

"(I) tell myself it's time now gotta let go."

"But moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head."

"And that's why he's spinning 'round in my head."

"(It) comes back to me, burning red."

"His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street."

𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙺 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙴

"Nice to meet you, where you been?"

"I could show you incredible things."

"Saw you there and I thought 'Oh, my God, look at that face.'

"You look like my next mistake."

"Love's a game, wanna play?"

"I can read you like a magazine."

"Ain't it funny? Rumors fly."

"And I know you heard about me."

"So hey, let's be friends."

"I'm dying to see how this one ends."

"Grab your passport and my hand."

"I can make the bad guys good for a weekend."

"So it's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames."

"You can tell me when it's over if the high was worth the pain."

"They'll tell you I'm insane."

"'Cause you know I love the players and (you) love the game."

"'Cause we're young, and we're reckless."

"We'll take this way too far."

"It'll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar."

"You're the King, baby, I'm your Queen."

"(I'll) find out what you want, be that girl for a month."

"I can make all the tables turn

"(I'll) keep you second guessing like 'Oh, my God, who is she?'"

"I get drunk on jealousy, but you'll come back each time you leave."

"'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."

"Boys only want love if it's torture."

"Don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya."

"'Cause you know I love the players."

"But I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name."

𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴

"I wanna be your endgame."

"I wanna be your first string."

"I wanna be your A-Team."

"You and me, we got big reputations."

"I got some big enemies."

"You and me, we'd be a big conversation."

"You like the bad ones too."

"I don't wanna touch you."

"I don't wanna be just another ex-love you don't wanna see."

"I don't wanna miss you like the other girls do."

"I don't wanna hurt you."

"I know what they all say."

"I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders."

"The truth is, it's easier to ignore it, believe me."

"Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long

"I've made mistakes, and made some choices that's hard to deny."

"After the storm, something was born on the Fourth of July."

"With four words on the tip of my tongue."

"We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't."

"I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em."

"(My) reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy."

"I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me."

"I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul."

"It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold."

"You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks."

"So here's the truth from my red lips."

𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙴𝙻 𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚁

"Fever dream high in the quiet of the night, you know that I caught it."

"Shiny toy with a price, you know that I bought it."

Killing me slow, out the window

"I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below."

"Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes."

"What doesn't kill me makes me want you more."

"And it's new, the shape of your body."

"It's blue, the feeling I've got."

"It's cool, that's what I tell 'em."

"No rules in breakable heaven."

"It's a cruel summer with you."

"You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times."

"We're not trying."

"So cut the headlights."

"I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone."

"And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know."

"He looks up grinning like a devil."

"I'm drunk in the back of the car."

"And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar."

"Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true."

"I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you."

"And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate."

"And I screamed for whatever it's worth 'I love you'."

"Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙶𝙰𝙽

"When you are young, they assume you know nothing."

"But I knew you; dancin' in your Levi's, drunk under a streetlight."

"I knew you; hand under my sweatshirt. Baby, kiss it better."

"And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed... you put me on and said I was your favorite."

"A friend to all is a friend to none."

"Chase two girls, lose the one."

"But I knew you; playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends."

"I knew you; your heartbeat on the High Line once in 20 lifetimes."

"To kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed."

"You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleedin'."

"'Cause I knew you; steppin' on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain."

"I knew you; tried to change the ending, Peter losing Wendy."

"I knew you; leavin' like a father, running like water."

"But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss."

"I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs."

"I knew everything when I was young."

"I knew I'd curse you for the longest time."

"I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired."

"... and I knew you'd come back to me."

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙰𝙶𝙽𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙼𝚂

"(You) booked the night train for a reason, so you could sit there in this hurt."

"Bustling crowds or silent sleepers, (you're) not sure which is worse."

"Because I dropped your hand while dancing, left you out there standing crestfallen on the landing."

"Your mom's ring in your pocket, my picture in your wallet."

"Your heart was glass, I dropped it."

"You told your family for a reason, you couldn't keep it in."

"Your sister splashed out on the bottle, now no one's celebrating."

"Your hometown skeptics called it 'champagne problems'."

"You had a speech, you're speechless."

"Love slipped beyond your reaches."

"I couldn't give a reason."

"Your Midas touch on the Chevy door, November flush and your flannel cure."

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

"I made a joke, well, it's made for me."

"How evergreen, our group of friends."

"Don't think we'll say that word again."

"And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through."

"One for the money, two for the show."

"I never was ready, so I watch you go."

"Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'til someone's on their knees and asks you."

"She would've made such a lovely bride what a shame she's fucked in the head." "But you'll find the real thing instead; she'll patch up your tapestry that I shred."

"You won't remember all my champagne problems."

𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙽

"When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf 'cause we lost track of time again."

"Laughing with my feet in your lap like you were my closest friend."

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?"

"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how."

"I see you every day now."

"And I chose you."

"The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet."

"The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones, the lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon."

"When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy."

"How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

"Ain't that the way shit always ends?."

"You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway."

"Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us."

"I feel you no matter what."

"And I lost you."

"And I wake with your memory over me."

"That's a real fucking legacy."

"And I wake with your memory over me; that's a real fucking legacy to leave."

"It was maroon."

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Fuck Yeah 1st birthday fic vote

I survived one year on this hellsite! 😉 It's been a wonderful almost 365 days in our little Pedro fandom - March 19 was the day I posted It Would Be, and what a ride it’s been since! Thank you friends, mutuals, readers, followers and everyone who makes it so much fun to create and to share with you guys ❤️

How about a ✨ fic vote ✨ to celebrate? It's been a while since we had one, and I've been very mean and teasing y'all with so many plot bunnies. Help me decide what to write next!

Since I have no plans to start a new series after I finish Palomino, these are all one- or two-shot ideas. I hope to get round to writing all of them at some point, but I will write them in the order of votes received. Fic summaries below the cut!

Young!Joel Miller x Baker!F!Reader | outbreak, what outbreak? | fluffy meet cute with a smutty second part | planned two-shot

Summary: What if Joel doesn't forget to buy himself a cake for his birthday? But by the time he remembers, all the bakeries in his neighbourhood are closed - except yours.

The first draft of this idea was Speed Dial, which was supposed to be a PWP, but as it turns out, I'm not great at PWPs... so how about a two-shot instead?

Javier Peña x Centra Spike Analyst F!Reader | accidental audio voyeurism | one-shot, might be more | sexual tension galore

Summary: It’s New Year’s Eve. You’re alone and transcribing a tape recording of an informant for Javier Peña, something you've done a hundred times before - except this time, you overhear something that is clearly not meant for your ears.

I've been stewing in this idea since before New Year's. Probably the most creative idea I've had so far, and will probably be difficult to write, but this fic haunts my dreams and I will have no peace until I sit down and write it.

Agent Whiskey x F!Reader | straight-up filth | planned two-shot

Summary: He's absolutely not your type. But hey, what happens in Glastonbury stays in Glastonbury - especially mistakes in the shape of a silver-tongued, smarmy American cowboy sporting a ridiculous belt buckle.

After going to a music festival last weekend, this is all I've been thinking about.

Joel Miller x F!Reader | self-conscious!Joel and shy!Reader | 👏🏻 body positivity 👏🏾 | planned one- or two-shot with potential to be more

Summary: Joel has a problem. Having settled into some semblance of a 'normal' life in Jackson that no longer involves running for his life and living off scraps, his clothes are getting a little… tight. Self-conscious, he deals with it the way he does most things - he ignores it.

That is until one day, the zipper on his jeans finally gives up after one too many desperate tugs, leaving him stuck. With neither Tommy nor Ellie anywhere to be found to get him out of the tight spot, Joel begrudgingly heads to the clothing store he’s seen in town for help - and a new pair of jeans.

There, he meets you.

Thank you everyone who has been so enthusiastic about this idea! It definitely has Grays vibes, but can you blame me for wanting to give this man reassurance? I’m also super excited to write a shy reader, which is a departure from my others ❤️

Frankie Morales x F!Reader | enemies to lovers | second chances | angst | planned two-shot

Summary: At the Summer House where you and the boys have always spent the last week of August, some traditions are held sacred. Above all, Frankie always brings a girlfriend, and you're always single.

You really should’ve known better than to tempt fate. The summer Frankie shows up alone and you bring a boyfriend is when it all falls apart. 

I am beyond excited about this one. I've teased the idea before - it's going to be so self-indulgent and will have all the tropes that I've wanted to write for. It's been a while since I've written angst, and damn this will be angsty!

Got any burning questions? My askbox is open as always! I'll leave this poll up for a week, excited to see what the results will be ❤️

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Oh this should be a good one!!!

Casper with a darling who was an ‘escort’ when she was alive. She is constantly pulling his clothes off of him and making him a blushing and flushed mess.

Your amazing!!!!!!!!!!!

Wait that's actually genius

Casper would buy an old house solely on the rumors that it was haunted, in the desperate hopes to catch something on camera..

Casper was not, however, prepared for physical interaction with the spirit. He'd had interactions with spirits before, though they were heavily reliant on his equipment, and they never touched him.

It started with chilly hands, sliding around his waist and making him jump.

He got used to it, though, accepting that it was just part of living in the home.

Though this comfort would not last long, as whatever spirit inhabited the home became bolder, pulling the buttons from his clothes and grabbing his newly exposed flesh.

At first, he was taken aback and tried, in vain, to prevent such incidents.

Though he quickly grows used to it, so used to it that he unconsciously begins to crave that contact.

Wearing looser clothes and preemptively unbuttoning them to bait whatever was messing with him into do it more..

He came to anticipate it, the theft of his clothes and the chills he felt year-round.

A chilly reminder of his beloved.

°°°

So sorry this took so long :') also kinda rushed at the end sjdhdnfj

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Spending Halloween with Seventeen

summary: how you spend halloween with each member of seventeen <3

a/n: happy halloween!!! i love halloween and i hope everyone is having fun and being safe! enjoy these lil imagines (one of these may turn into a full story one day ehehehehehehe)

warning: sickening fluff ahead

Seungcheol

He really should have said no when you asked, but everyone else (minus seokmin who had a brain) was going and he couldn’t say no to you when you clearly wanted to go, so he found himself in the haunted house trying to pretend he wasn’t a giant coward because it was only your third date. Loses the act at the first jumpscare, except you do too and the rest of the house is spent being shuffled forward by your friends because neither of you will let go of each other. Once free, you both swear never to do that to yourselves again. 

Jeonghan

Fully prepared to do cute couples things (i.e. scare the shit out of you as many times as possible) but when you come exhausted from a very stressful shift at work cancels all the plans and buys last minute overpriced candy and watches whatever movies you want until he realizes halfway through Men in Black III that you’re asleep in his arms and can’t quite find the energy to wake you up (the next morning both of you are rather stiff because couches aren’t even made for one person to sleep on, let alone two) 

Joshua

Super excited about the corn maze, doesn’t expect you to actually get lost and has to spend an hour trying to find you because you split up once and now you’re gone forever. Seriously is starting to get stressed because the sun is going down but he finally finds you (chilling in the center chatting with the employee that found you half an hour ago) and doesn’t let you out of his arms for the rest of the night 

Jun

It’s his favorite holiday to be a couple on, which you say should be Valentine’s Day but he disagrees, citing watching horror movies as an excuse to cuddle (you’ve given up on pointing out that he does that on a regular basis). What you don’t expect is his obsession with couple’s costumes, planning them months in advance and making half of them from thrifted clothes because the store bought ones were “too cheap.” You stop complaining after the first year when you show up to the party and absolutely destroy the costume competition, and apologize for ever doubting Jun because you really do look perfect together. 

Soonyoung 

You always think about that quote from Mean Girls when you think about your boyfriend on Halloween, not because he dresses like a slut, but because he wears the same tiger costume every year and argues “no one can judge me!” and he’s kind of right because no matter how ridiculous he is, you can’t deny that he looks good in it (it has nothing to do with way he smiles every time you tell him that, nothing at all). 

Wonwoo

Not in the Halloween spirit but unfortunately you are, you drag him to buy decorations and spend four hours carving your pumpkin to look exactly like him (complete with round glasses) while he makes one that literally looks like :) because “that’s how you look, babe.” though Halloween isn’t his favorite holiday, he’s happy to do anything that makes you smile. 

Jihoon

somehow remembers that you invited him to a party but forgets that it’s Halloween and he should be in costume. answers, “someone with an actual job” when anyone asks what he is supposed to be and is generally unhappy to be there until he finally finds you, and he can’t help but smile when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, more than a little drunk. He’s stuck to your side for the rest of the night, rolling his eyes and pretending to be annoyed, but when you hold his hand because you can’t seem to balance on your own, he doesn’t let go. 

Minghao 

You were convinced by your friend to work the horror festival despite the fact that you are a huge coward, but you spend the entire event hiding in your booth collecting tickets. You’re very tired by the end of the event and don’t notice the clown until it’s right in front of you and you scream except the clown takes off its mask and you find a very cute (and apologetic!) boy. He offers to repay you by buying you a late night dinner (which ends up being fast food because nothing else is open) and it’s only when he asks to do this again sometime that you realize it might have been a date. 

Mingyu

“Anything as long as it’s not scary” is what he says when you ask what he wants to do for Halloween. You decide going to the festival they set up for kids is a safe choice until some kid dressed as Michael Myers jumps out of a bush and Mingyu trips trying to run away and nearly breaks his nose. The rest of Halloween is spent on the couch holding an ice pack to his nose with Mingyu apologizing for ruining the night. Cuddling with him (and the ice pack) on the couch, you aren’t really sure the night was ruined 

Seokmin

Loves babysitting on Halloween, drags you to take his little nieces and nephews trick or treating and you can’t even be mad because he’s right the kids are adorable and seokmin is even cuter, asking what candy they got and groaning when it’s something healthy. You hold his hand and never want to let go, and catch yourself wondering what it would be like to do this with your own little kids 

Seungkwan

Wants to go to the little festival for the hayrides, didn’t read the fine print that it’s a zombie hayride and was VERY confused when they handed him the paintball gun. Spends most of the ride clinging to your side and too scared to even think about shooting, regrets everything when you get off until he sees your grin and the slightly crazed look in your eyes after having a little too much fun shooting the zombies. Lets you pull him to ride it again but this time he just watches you have fun and maybe it isn’t quite so scary 

Vernon

Somehow convinces you to do a horror movie marathon with him, even though you have told him over and over again that you are terrible with horror movies. Lets you hide in his shoulder for most of each movie and doesn’t get upset when you scroll through your phone through the rest of it, thanks you for sitting through it and listening to his film analyses at the end. He doesn’t complain when you call him every night to fall asleep to his voice because you can’t stop thinking about the movies (he hopes maybe by next year he can comfort you by his side instead of through the phone).

Chan 

Someone (Jun) convinced him Halloween is the perfect time to confess and Chan decides doing it after the haunted house is the perfect idea (adrenaline highs and all that). He grabs your hand as soon as you and your friends escape, except you don’t realize that it’s Chan and think it’s a demon trying to drag you back and Chan ends up with a slap to the face (he says it’s okay you can just go on a date with him and he’ll call it even)

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Awful Characters Round 1 Part 4 (1/8)

Propaganda under the cut!

BELOS

So, he is a horrible person, I will not deny it, he willing went into a realm of demons, ignored any possible chance that his upbringing as a witch hunter could be wrong (different from his brother Caleb), and had a years-long plan to commit genocide to every witch, palisman and living being in the Boiling Isles. I'm not going to say he's a "misunderstood poor babygirl". But the fandom just completely HATES anyone who ever sees Belos as anything other than an irredeemable monster! I personally really like his character, he's a really compelling villain, who (despite the haters saying otherwise) has a nuanced underdeveloped backstory of how he was raised on the witch-hunt era, and the betrayal he felt when he saw his brother abandoning everything they stood for as witch-hunters for Evelyn, the witch Caleb fell in love with. He clearly regrets killing Caleb since he makes MULTIPLE grimwalkers of him to try to keep Caleb with him, he's haunted by Caleb's ghost, the moment he saw Hunter (his most recent grimwalker) with Willow, his first reaction is screaming Caleb's name, he is way more than just "evil incarnate" (which is one of the problems I see in the finale of the series, but that's another story). Does this means I think he should be redeemed? No, of course not. But I don't blame the people who do, it could be an interesting plotline outside of canon, and I have seen some good ideas for how this could work! BUT HERE COMES THE FANDOM… I don't know specifically about Twitter users (deleted my account years ago, Goddess bless), but people hate Belos so passionately on Tumblr and Reddit and in YouTube videos that I would be surprised if Twitter of all places was more open to people loving Belos. I decided to search and check some places and I found people on the anti belos tag here on Tumblr that were calling people who wanted a Belos redemption or made Belos Redemption AUs literally ABUSE APOLOGISTS, I wish I was kidding! There's posts of people just liking Belos in general filled to the brim with hate in the notes. Again, I get people not liking Belos, he is a genocidal tyrant (not fascist because not every totalitarian character is fascist), but nothing excuse this amount of hate because of a FICTIONAL WITCH-HUNTER!

he is the worst guy one could ever imagine honestly like he’s literally a fascist so uh he really doesn’t have any redeeming qualities as a person. but as a character? oh boy. he’s soooooo interesting like. he makes you wonder what’s going on inside his head AFTER the episode where you see what’s going on inside his head. and the caleb ghost scene. oh my GOD the caleb ghost scene

NANAMI

Literally killed a kitten and yet is so iconic you can’t not love her