#i’m sorry but I’m so soft for friendship soulmates

[ode-to-fury]

Friendship Astarion is so important to me. Like I know everyone is horny for the sassy elf but like… what if he learned to care for someone without sex? What if he tried to manipulate Tav into bed and they told him no? And then… kept being nice to him? Kept taking care of him and expecting the same in return? What if he doesn’t have to fall in love to realise he wants to live a life where he cares about things and makes his own decisions? What if he tells them about how he used his body anyway? What if they tell him he never has to again? What if they hug him and expect nothing back? What if they put their head on his shoulder and nothing else? What if, for the first time in 200 years, he felt safe enough to joke and laugh and not put on a show because it’s obvious they don’t feel that sort of attraction to him anyway? What if he just had a best friend?

[toiletclown]

breathless. (part four.)

spencer agnew x gn!reader

word count: 2602.

there's angst but it's resolved with fluff i promise!

summary: you had confessed, finally, but it was a mistake. so you walk and you walk. then you walk right back to spencer, like you always do.

a/n: i was going to take a break but i'm doing fairly well today and should be able to finish the fic tn at work! :D i went to the gym this morning and i'm just in an all around better mood hehe.

✧˖°.⁺‧˚ ♡ ˚‧⁺ ✧˖°.

You just kept walking. Not having your phone meant you had to listen to the sounds of the city while you wandered, and soon enough the sun was dipping behind the buildings. You were barely sure of where you were at, and you really hoped you could find your way back to the office without your phone. God, what have you done? You ruined your friendship with your soulmate. There was no reason to deny yourself that line of thinking – soulmates – because whether he returned your feelings or not, you knew that’s what he was. And your feelings were out in the open now, anyway. He was your soulmate, handcrafted to love you. Your atoms were within centimeters of each other during the Big Bang, and all these millennia later, you had ruined what the universe had so kindly set up for you. All because you word vomited instead of waiting.

The image of Spencer’s tears was burned into your brain. How dejected he had looked. The entire time you had been walking you had refused to dwell, refused to think about it. But you were walking back to reality, to the office, and, most importantly, to him. You had to face your mistake eventually. Hopefully Ian and Anthony wouldn’t mind you taking a week off. You needed it. There would be no HR relationship papers to sign, no meetings with the four of you to discuss your new relationship. There would be no soft launch, no hard launch. No launch at all. Except maybe your heart into a fucking trench. 

One-sided soulmates had to be a thing. Because even if Spencer didn’t want you, didn’t see the same things you saw, didn’t believe in soulmates, the truth of the matter was that he was yours. There’s not another person on this godforsaken earth that understands you the way he does. No one else who can see through all your bullshit quite like him. No one else who would answer your call or FaceTime on the first ring every time, or text you back within 30 seconds, religiously. No one to cook for, no one to stay up with till the wee hours watching reruns of fucking Family Guy. You had thrown it all down the drain, your heart with it.

As you walked back in the general direction you believed the office to be in, you finally let your mind wander. You shouldn't have left. You knew that. But you had spilled your heart, and he was crying. Whether those were happy tears, or sad tears, you just couldn’t stand to look at it. You had never made him cry before, from sadness or otherwise.

//

Spence POV

“I’m sorry, I’m… I’ll go.” And they did. Y/N ripped their hands from Spencer’s, and bolted for the door. They were gone.

They didn't even give him time to react. Spencer realized he had started crying, despite him not giving his body permission, and knew that was the reason they launched out of the hallway. 

He heard the door alarm ding, signaling that someone had left. He just hoped it wasn't you.

Spencer willed his feet to move, booking it down the hall after his best friend. But you were gone.

“Where did Y/N go? Did you see?” He asked Kiana, who had been standing in the lobby. 

She wrapped him in a hug, and he just let it all out. Sobbing in the middle of his workplace was not a good look, especially at his age, but he couldn’t keep it in. She led them down to an empty meeting room, sitting him down on the couch and hugging him tightly.

“Spencer, what happened?”

He tried to speak, but his throat was tight with sadness and anger, and he could only cry.

“It’s okay, let it out. Take your time, I'm right here. Do you need anything? Excedrin, another Kickstart? Another hug?” Kiana was rubbing his back softly, doing her best to help him without overwhelming him.

Spencer shook his head, still not able to find his words. After a few more moments of tears, he grabbed a tissue from the table next to him and got into it. “Y/N told me they loved me. That they’re in love with me. I started crying, I guess, and when they saw they just… ran. They said they shouldn't have told me while we were at work, but that they couldn’t hold it in anymore. And I swear, Kiana, I was only crying because I was so fucking happy. You know how I feel about them, how in love with them I’ve been for so long. And I no sooner find out they feel the same, and they're gone. I’m kinda freakin’ out, man.” He took a breath, attempting to calm himself down a bit more. “I can't lose them, Kiana. I can't, they're my fucking soulmate, they're all I’ve wanted for so long, and it was ripped out of my hands as soon as I had it. I’m scared, I’m really scared. Terrified. I wasn't crying because I was mad, I was elated. But I didn't even have a chance to change their mind. They’re just… gone.”

The tears started back up, and Kiana hugged him once more. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. They’re not gone, Spencer. They're probably just as overwhelmed as you are, and needed a minute. That’s all. Give Y/N some time to cool off and sort their brain out, okay? Let them process this, and then they’ll be back and you guys can talk. If Y/N has really felt this way just as long as you have, that was probably a really big and scary thing for them. And when you're doing big, scary things, a reaction like tears could be misconstrued. I’m sure everything will be fine once they cool off.”

“Yeah, you're probably right,” Spencer supplied, wiping at his tears with another tissue. “But I really don't know how I’m going to be able to get any actual work done just sitting and waiting for them to get back.” His tears had finally come to an end, and he was working on steadying his breathing so he could stay calm. 

Kiana and Spencer sat in silence for a few minutes, Kiana giving him little pep talks here and there and Spencer blowing his nose now and again. When the room felt a little lighter, Spencer was the one to break the silence.

“You know, I was planning on telling them soon. I was trying to figure out how I wanted to do it. They actually took some of the words right out of my mouth. It’s so tiring to come to work everyday and pretend I haven't been dreaming about them, pretend I haven't been missing their cooking and our hang outs. And I know I'm the one who pulled back first, I know I was the one who fucked everything up these past few weeks. I pulled back, I stopped being so touchy, I stopped inviting them over. That was my doing. But I thought I was protecting them. Or myself. I don't know anymore, I guess. I just really want my best friend back, in any capacity. If I ruined everything, so be it, I just need them to be in my life. At the very least as a friend.” He shuffled in his seat, suddenly filled with energy. “Kiana, I love them so much. What if I ruined it all?”

“You didn't, Spencer.” Kiana gripped his shoulders, needing him to hear her words. “Emotions are hard, but you have to feel them to get through them. And so does Y/N. Let them have their time to process, like we’re doing now, and in no time everything will be fixed. You just have to be patient. You’ve waited eight years so far, you can wait another hour or two, right?” 

This evoked a laugh from Spencer, which felt nice. He wanted to laugh with Y/N again. “Yeah, yeah I guess I can wait another hour. Two hours is too far though!”

//

Spencer sat at his desk, phone face down since Y/N didn't take theirs when they left, a post-it note placed precariously over the time on his laptop. He couldn’t linger on how long it had been since they had left. They’d be back, and they would work this out. He just had to be patient.

Luckily, no one had come over to try and talk to him. He guessed that seeing a grown man break down sobbing in public was enough for everyone to realize he needed a bit of space. He got a few Slack messages of people sending him their thoughts, which made him happy. He didn’t respond to any of them. He couldn’t find it in himself to put a happy face on and thank them for their concern, tell them he’s okay. Because in the grand scheme of things, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be okay again.

Deep in his own head, after far longer than he realized, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Y/N.

Spencer shot out of his chair and hugged them, the tears coming back even stronger. “Y/N, please don’t leave me like that again. I’m sorry I scared you when I started crying,” he took a breath, still hugging his soulmate harder than was necessary. “And I’m sorry I’m crying now. I need you to know I’m only crying because I’m so fucking happy, I promise. I promise you, Y/N, they’re happy tears. I love you.”

Y/N hadn’t spoken a word, but he could feel them sobbing quietly into his shoulder. It was late enough in the day that most people had left, and he knew the pod was empty save for them. He cradled their head with his right hand, his left hand rubbing circles into the small of their back. “I love you, Peach, you know I love you. More than you think, more than you know, more than you love me. I’ve loved you every day for eight years, and I will love you until the light leaves my fucking eyes. Even after that. I’m so sorry I scared you off, I love you, my peach, I love you.”

Y/N broke the hug, a bubble of laughter erupting from them. “I guess it’s your turn to word vomit, huh?” As they both wiped at their eyes, Y/N laughed again. “Oh, I’m sorry. I snotted on your jacket. I hope you can forgive me for that.”

“I’ll forgive you for anything, Y/N.”

“Can you forgive me for dropping that bomb on you and immediately running away?”

“Only if you promise me that you meant it.”

“Of course I meant it, Spinner.” You pulled out a nickname, one you hadn’t used for months, knowing that would calm him a bit. “I love you, with every fiber of my stupid being. And I’m sorry I left you like that. I won’t do it again.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky.”

You did your secret pinky swear handshake, where once the pinkies are wrapped, the person making the promise places a kiss on the other person’s hand. “I love you, Peach.”

“I love you, Spence. Always will.”

//

Reader POV

After such a painful yet wonderful day, you were ready for a calm night. You wanted to see Spencer, of course, but you knew you both needed some time apart to think about how this was all going to play out. Are you going to tell the fans? Are you going to change how you interact on camera? If you don’t tell the fans, would he be down to give them hints in videos or on Instagram stories? How long did you guys have to wait to move in together? You weren’t even technically dating yet, you had only professed your love for one another.

You should probably slow down. This was all still new, anyway. You both had forever to figure it out, luckily.

You fiddled with your keys till you got your apartment door open, ready to draw a nice, hot bath and destress in the tub. You dropped your bag off on your couch and headed to your bathroom.

God, you looked like shit. Your eyes were red from all the tears and emotions, you had a raging migraine, your dark circles were the worst you’d ever seen them. You set about washing your face, started the bath, and lit your favorite candles. You turned the lights off, turned your playlist on, and undressed.

You sunk into the heat, your muscles letting the tension seep slowly out of them, and reflected on today’s events.

You were extremely happy to have worked everything out in one day. You were aware of how lucky you and Spencer were. Friends to lovers has its perks, you guess. You were so scared that you would have to be without him for much, much longer. Any time away from him was excruciating, though you’d never let him know that. He’d bully you endlessly if he knew how attached you were. Though you supposed he felt the same way, since he loved you just as much as you loved him.

What a fucking day. You hummed along to the end of a Daft Punk song, sinking deeper into the water. Breathless came on next. Entirely unconsciously, you shot up. You splashed some water on the floor in the process, but your heart was going a mile a minute.

“Ugh,” you groaned to your empty bathroom, “Leave me breathless indeed.”

Willing your heart to slow to a normal pace, you decided your bath was over. You just wanted to lay down and decompress. As you were toweling off, you heard a knock at the door.

It wasn’t so late that a visitor would be a problem, but you also had way too fucking busy of a day to hang out with anyone right now. You stood still, silent, hoping they’d just leave you be. You can catch up with whoever it is once your brain and heart are done reeling from the nonsense of your day.

You waited a couple more seconds, silence falling across your apartment. You let out a breath, and then it caught in your throat when you heard the doorknob. You raced to put a shirt and shorts on, not caring about your looks considering someone was trying to break into your home.

You ran to grab a makeshift weapon from the hall when your door swung open. You nearly screamed, but it was Spencer. You had forgotten he had a key.

“Whoa, Y/N. You okay?” Spencer ran to you, clearly catching that you were freaking out a bit.

“I should beat you, Charles Spencer Agnew, how dare you not warn me!”

Spencer threw his hands up in mock surrender, backing away a little. “In all fairness, I texted you. You didn’t respond but I saw on Find My Friends that you were home and I just got worried, I guess.” He rubbed the nape of his neck, sheepish. “I know that today was… a lot. And I know you tend to isolate yourself when you experience big things. I don’t know, I guess I was just scared I was going to lose you twice in one day, you know?” 

You closed the distance between you and your best friend, wrapping him in a hug. He hugged back, tight. “You’ll never lose me, Spence. Ever. Not even if you want to.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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[parkjayist]

TFWILY (psh) ONESHOT

sum you're a florist at a small flower shop. while the shop isn't the most popular, you've made connections with many regulars who come by to say hello and buy some flowers. park sunghoon, slightly clumsy, enters the shop and accidentally breaks a vase ... and a friendship blooms from there.

pairing park sunghoon x florist!reader

genre soft love, fluff, strangers2lovers, just two awkward people bonding over their awkwardness

an hope you enjoy it, i'm pretty proud of this one hehe

tagged: @jjongscardigan @nxzz-skz

wc 2.3k

i. TFW i trip in front of a cute florist

in the heart of a lively town, hidden between tall buildings and busy streets, stands a quaint flower shop adorned with colorful plants. you were proud to call this place your own, getting support from family and friends to open a floral shop. although it was difficult to juggle both college and work at the same time, you’ve managed to make some friends at school that helped you run the shop when you weren’t able to. to put it simply – you were content and happy with your current life. you weren’t too lonely, visiting your parents by train every weekend, hanging out with your friends occasionally, and talking to regular customers that came in and out of your shop. you even met your best friend and platonic soulmate, yani, because she happened to stumble across your shop one day. you wouldn’t trade this life for anything else. 

“yeah, it was such a weird–” yani stopped mid sentence and looked at the time on her phone. “oh shoot, it’s almost 2pm! i’m almost late for an event. i’ll see you later (___)!” she waved at you as she rushed out of the shop.

you chuckled at her messy state and how she almost tripped over nothing. you decided to get back to arranging a bouquet for a customer, humming a small tune from one of ella fitzergald’s songs. you were so focused on making sure that the bouquet looked visually appealing that you yelped in shock when you heard a loud crashing sound. 

you quickly looked up to see a tall man with a distraught look on his face. you followed his eyes to the ground where you saw the disaster he caused – a vase from your mom shattered into pieces. 

“oh my …” you rushed over ready to reprimand the man for damaging your property, before you caught a better look at his face. 

“i’m so so sorry,” he frantically apologized, his eyes furrowed with sincere worry. “i’ll clean it up immediately … um, i’ll even pay you for the damage … again, i’m so sorry,” he bent down and started quickly picking up the pieces and before you could even stop him, he cut himself on the sharp glass. he let out a quick hiss before trying to wipe off the blood. 

“sir … stop, just stop,” you pulled him up. “you must be a very clumsy person … first you knock over my vase and now you hurt yourself!” 

the man didn’t even have a chance to respond before you pulled him over to sit down, quickly getting out a small bandaid that had a cute flower on it. 

“miss … the broken pieces are still there,” he quietly said. 

“it’s fine, i will clean it up myself,” you responded, still focused on disinfecting his cut. 

he went silent, watching you gently put the bandaid on. once you were done you looked at him – his face flushed pink at the close distance between your faces. you took note of his beauty marks that complemented his face gracefully. 

“a … alright, i’m done. hopefully you don’t mind the bandaid,” you murmured, rushing to clean the shards (and to hide your strawberry face). 

as you busied yourself sweeping up the broken pieces of the vase, you stole glances at the mysterious man sitting on the chair. despite your initial impression, there was something intriguing about him. perhaps it was the way his eyes shined with sincerity, or the faint hint of a smile that played on his lips as you tended to his small wound. 

“thank you,” he spoke, breaking the awkward silence. 

you smiled and hummed in response. once you finished cleaning up the mess, you turned back to him, noticing he was still sitting there, almost as if he didn't want to leave just yet.

"is there anything else i can help you with?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. “did you come here to buy flowers?”

the man hesitated for a moment before shaking his head, “no, i was just curious because i’ve never seen this shop before … i should probably get going.”

you nodded, understanding. "alright then. take care, and watch your step next time," you teased gently, a playful glint in your eyes.

he chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he finally stood up. "i'll keep that in mind. thanks again." with that, he made his way out of the shop, leaving you standing there with a faint smile on your lips.

you stood there, letting his lingering cologne fill your veins before you go back to working – your rants to your friends about this encounter will have to wait. 

ii. classroom at noon

as weeks passed, the memory of sunghoon park gradually faded into the background of your bustling life. your days were filled with the usual routines of managing your flower shop, attending classes at university, and spending time with friends and family. yet …  there was always a lingering curiosity about the man who had stumbled into your shop that day.

one afternoon, after a particularly long lecture at university, you found yourself making your way to the library, eager to catch up on some reading and maybe even get started on your next assignment. as you entered the quiet sanctuary of books, you couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over you.

finding a cozy corner tucked away from the prying eyes of other students, you settled down with your books, stretching and ready to lose yourself in the world of academics. but just as you were about to immerse yourself in your studies, a familiar & deep voice interrupted your thoughts. 

"excuse me, is this seat taken?"

you looked up to find none other than the man from a few weeks ago standing before you, a small smile playing on his lips. he looked much more put together – his hair was styled and his outfit fit perfectly with his vibe. surprise flickered across your face before it softened into a warm smile of recognition. 

"oh, hi! no, it's not taken. please, have a seat," you replied, gesturing to the empty chair across from you.

he nodded gratefully and took a seat, setting his bag down beside him. "thanks. i hope i'm not intruding in your studies grind.”

"not at all," you assured him, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest at the unexpected reunion. “i didn’t know you were a university student.” 

not many people do," sunghoon chuckled, flipping through the pages of his notebook. "i like to keep a low profile."

you nodded, understandingly. "fair enough. what are you studying?"

"business management," he replied, closing the book momentarily to meet your gaze. "and you?"

"botany," you answered, a hint of pride in your voice. "i guess you could say it comes in handy for running a flower shop."

sunghoon's eyes lit up with interest. "that sounds fascinating. i'd love to hear more about it sometime."

for a moment, there was a comfortable silence between you as you both immersed yourselves in your respective studies. but as time passed, you found yourselves stealing glances at each other, a silent curiosity lingering in the air.

finally, unable to resist the urge any longer, sunghoon spoke up. "hey, i never properly introduced myself last time. i'm sunghoon park."

you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his cute gesture. "nice to officially meet you, sunghoon. i'm (___).”

the conversation flowed effortlessly between you as you both delved into your studies, occasionally sharing snippets of your lives outside of university. hours passed in the blink of an eye, and before you knew it, the sun had begun to set outside the library windows.

as you gathered your things to leave, sunghoon hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "hey, (your name), i was wondering if you'd like to grab coffee with me sometime? you know, as a thank you for letting me share your table today."

a warmth spread through your chest at his invitation, and you couldn't help but smile. "i'd love to."

"great," sunghoon grinned, relief evident in his eyes. "how about this weekend?"

"that sounds perfect," you agreed, exchanging contact information with him.

with plans in place for your coffee date, you bid each other farewell, anticipation bubbling in your chest at the prospect of spending more time with sunghoon outside of the library.

iii. please just stay with me

the day of your coffee date arrived, and as you walked into the café, your heart fluttered with excitement. you scanned the room until your eyes landed on sunghoon, who was already waiting for you at a table near the window. he looked up and flashed you a bright smile as you approached, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at the sight of him.

"hey," he greeted you, his smile widening as you took a seat across from him.

"hi," you replied, returning his smile. "thanks for meeting me here."

sunghoon nodded, reaching into his bag and pulling out a bouquet of flowers. your favorite flowers, to be exact. you couldn't hide your surprise as he placed them on the table in front of you.

"how did you...?" you started, trailing off as you looked at him in confusion.

sunghoon chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck. "well, i noticed there was a vase of these flowers on your desk at the shop, so i figured you liked them. i did a little research," he explained, a hint of bashfulness in his tone. "are you proud of me?"

you felt your cheeks heat up at his words, but you couldn't help but smile. "yes, i'm very proud of you. thank you, sunghoon."

the rest of the coffee date passed in a blur of laughter and easy conversation. after you finished your drinks, sunghoon suggested going for a walk, and you eagerly agreed. as you strolled along the quiet streets, the atmosphere between you was a mix of excitement and nervousness. you both kept stealing glances at each other, your hands occasionally brushing against one another. each accidental touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building in the air.

eventually, sunghoon's hand brushed over yours, and this time, neither of you pulled away. instead, you intertwined your fingers with his, your heart pounding in your chest as you shared a shy smile. awkwardness filled the air, but it was a sweet kind of awkwardness, the kind that came with the excitement of new love. 

"you look radiant today," he began, his voice soft but sincere. "not that you aren't always beautiful, but today... you're truly glowing. like, back when i saw you in that flower shop, it just felt right– you belong there. you have this aura, this… this flower aura."

his sincere words caught you off guard, and you felt a rush of warmth spread through you. "flower aura?" you repeated, unable to hide the amusement in your voice.

"yeah," he continued, his cheeks tinted with a hint of pink. "it's like... you're surrounded by this natural beauty, and it's captivating."

your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn't help but smile. "well, in that case, you're like a prince charming, sweeping me off my feet with your compliments."

sunghoon's smile widened at your response, his eyes sparkling with affection. "i'm just speaking the truth," he said earnestly. "you really are something special."

and with that, the awkwardness between you dissolved, replaced by a newfound sense of closeness and understanding. you continued your walk, hand in hand – you felt something new blooming in you. 

iv. that feeling when i love you

as you stood behind the counter of your flower shop, lost in the delicate dance of arranging petals and stems, the familiar chime of the door announced the arrival of someone special. you looked up, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw sunghoon walking in, a warm smile lighting up his face, his fangs poking out. excitement bubbled within you, and without hesitation, you set aside your work and hurried over to him, enveloping him in a tight embrace.

"hey pretty," he greeted you, his voice soft with affection as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

a wave of warmth washed over you at his gesture, and you couldn't help but smile up at him, suddenly feeling grateful for his presence.

"hi handsome," you replied, your voice filled with love as you rested your cheek on his chest. 

“baby, i was thinking... would you like to go on a date with me?" he asked, his eyes shining with anticipation. "there's a flower garden event being hosted at the nearby park, and i know how much you love flowers. i thought it would be the perfect way to spend the evening together."

your heartbeat soared at his thoughtful suggestion. "that sounds wonderful," you replied, a smile spreading across your lips. "i'd absolutely love to."

sunghoon's face lit up with pure joy, his eyes glittering with delight. but then, as if realizing the weight of the moment, he suddenly seemed flustered and unsure, his cheeks and ears turning a bright shade of red.

"um, yeah, great!" he stuttered, his voice a bit shaky. "i'll… uh, i'll swing by after you close up shop. can't have my girl seeing me like this."

your heart melted at his adorable nervousness, and you couldn't help but giggle at his sweet attempt to play it cool.

"sure thing," you said, trying to contain your own excitement. "i'll be waiting.”

with that, sunghoon bid you a slightly clumsy goodbye, almost tripping over the steps of the shop. had he not learned his lesson from last time, this would’ve been deja vu. you let out a laugh at his clumsiness, and he looked back at you, his smile a mix of excitement and embarrassment as he hurried out of the shop. 

you watched him go, feeling a surge of affection for the endearing man who had captured your heart simply by breaking a vase. 

masterlist

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

I’m new here so I’m sorry if I missed an FAQ about rec lists instead of general fic locate requests. If you do regular rev lists on your fave fics but can you do a list of your favorite Stackson Brotp fics? Like it’s still endgame Sterek but still has a healthy dose of Stackson brotp please. I’d really appreciate it

joonniverse asked:

Hey there ! Would you happen to have any fic recs where Jackson and Stiles are/become really close? Any Stiles centric pairing is fine

AND

Anonymous asked:

May i get some fic recs for Jackson and stiles friendship? Either childhood friends or became friends post Canon or anything in between. If stackson happens that is also ok as is any other ship.

Alright friends. It took me a minute but here's some of my favorite Stiles and Jackson friendship fics. (alternatively this could be renamed " A list of mostly isthatbloodonyourshirt fics")

So When Do I Get To Pledge My Loyalty To The Mob? by RedRidingStiles

(1/1 I 10,146 I Mature I Sterek)

“Are you my sugar daddy?” Stiles blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth when his brain catches up to his mouth.

The man lets out a soft laugh, making his way around the couch till he’s standing just feet away from Stiles.

Stiles can smell his cologne from here, it smells heavenly, Stiles kinda wants to bury his face into the guy's chest so he can figure out exactly what it is.

“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” The man smiles.

Stiles doesn’t think he should be allowed to smile like that. All soft and gorgeous and way too pretty to be legal.

He’s still not convinced any of this is real.

Stiles loses his wallet, someone returns it along with $5,000. Shit keeps coming, Stiles life doesn't make any sense anymore, he's just going with it.

Quack (Stiles Stop Calling It That) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 15,980 I Teen I Sterek)

“Stiles, I’m serious, I need a favour.”

“That sounds like a trap,” Stiles Stilinski muttered sleepily into both his pillows. “You know,” he continued when the man in his room made no move to leave, “you’d think I’d be used to this. My dad, coming into my room, smacking my ass to get me out of bed, waking me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“It’s almost one.”

“—waking me up at the ass crack of one,” Stiles continued without missing a beat, “and asking for a favour. Given my life growing up with you, you’d think I’d be used to this by now. I think the reason this hits so hard now is that I specifically bought my own apartment so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“Stiles, it’s almost one.”

“—so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of one.”

Everyone Needs a Little Mischief in Their Life by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 17,984 I Teen I Sterek)

Finally, against his better judgement, and having gone in circles for much too long, he blurted out, “Who is my soulmate?”

The Witch looked disappointed, like he’d fucked up. Like he’d fucked up bad.

But she answered anyway.

“Mischief.”

Derek stared at her, not understanding, because what? “That’s not a name,” he insisted.

“Not exactly, no.” She offered him a small smile.

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.”

Sweet Buns by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 17,935 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodier—criminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise.

Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve.

I've Lived A Better Day by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

(18/18 I 32,819 I Not Rated I Sterek)

When Stiles comes across a rogue Alpha during his first year at Berkeley, the ensuing fight doesn't exactly go his way. He calls an unlikely ally to help him with his transition, and finds out his new pack isn't quite who he might have thought it would be.

Stiles is now left with the task of trying to figure out how his old life will fit in with his new, but that is not without its challenges.

Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain

(1/1 I 35,197 I Teen I Sterek)

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

There’s No Escape for the Potato Man by isthatbloodonhisshirt

(1/1 I 53,977 I Teen I Sterek)

“Who is this? Where’s Erica?”

“Wrong number, asshole!”

“Stop calling me an asshole,” the man on the other end snapped aggressively.

Stiles could understand. He’d be pretty aggressive too if he’d murdered someone and texted a wrong number to ask for help burying the body. This guy obviously failed How To Be a Serial Killer 101.

“What kind of idiot thinks I murdered someone?”

“The kind of idiot who got your text messages, you fucking dumbass!” he retorted hotly. “Maybe double check your contacts before sending a random stranger details on your nefarious plans to dispose of a freshly cut up body!”

“What?!” the guy on the other end demanded, crossed between horrendously confused and livid.

Have You Met Me? by Niecy8

(23/23 I 60,462 I Mature I Steter)

Derek’s eyes widened as his mouth contorted. “Good luck with that. First of all, he has sworn off alphas. Second of all, he will never ever agree to fake date and third of all, he’s just as stubborn as you.”

Oh, this idea of his was becoming more of a challenge. Peter certainly doesn’t want to back down now. “Please Derek. I am Peter Hale. I am charismatic as fuck. I can steal candy from a baby. Stiles will be no match for me.” And he was an omega. Despite what his nephew said, he could definitely turn on his alpha charm and the boy will be putty in his hand. It would be a slam dunk in his book.

Laughing through a wheeze which was rude by the way, Derek caught his breath. “Please tell me when you go to his place so I can video when he slams the door in your face.”

Later, there would be a door slammed in his face. Yet the boy did take the flowers Peter brought over as an ice breaker before doing so because Peter can be warming and Derek was not there smirking at him so he called it win.

Yep, challenged accepted. He would most certainly convince a certain omega to fake date him for a week.

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(7/7 I 196,137 I Explicit I Sterek)

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”

“Mike,” she argued.

“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.

“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

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@lovesouthernsweettea and @harriet-wimsey suggested this one!

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)

(1/1 I 66,656 I Explicit I Sterek)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

AND

@midnightwinterhawk suggested these!

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)

(1/1 I 65,656 I Explicit I Sterek)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

Shovels and Dirt by bellefire

(15/15 I 88,628 I Mature I Sterek)

The nogitsune’s power doesn’t leave Stiles after the spirit is defeated. No, it seems Stiles was changing and knowing what that darkness did to his friends he refuses to put them in danger again. He leaves without a word. Now in a new city with not quite new friends Stiles realizes no one can run forever. Because family doesn’t back down and also, yeah, that fuckin’ tree really is talking to him.

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@nolanfa suggested this one!

See You on the Other Side by damnitgreenberg

(18/18 I 146,077 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles isn't doing so well on the ‘dealing with life’ front. He'll admit to that freely, okay? But he quickly discovers he isn't the only one, and that person’s inability to adapt and roll with the punches may cost Stiles his own life.

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@ah-lone-drah suggested this one!

Derek's Person by ash_mcj

(3/? I 3,916 I General i Sterek)

Derek didn’t like people—they set him on edge in a way that nobody quite seemed to understand, much to his vexation. They always invited themselves into his space, like they somehow had a right to be there. They touched his clothes, his books, his skin—leaving their scents clinging to things that were supposed to smell like himself. They expected him to talk to them, and never managed to wrap their heads around the notion that he just couldn’t. Words were difficult for him to use most of the time, and despite all efforts to communicate in other ways, people just didn’t understand. But it didn’t matter anyway, because Derek didn’t like people and had no inclination to socialize with them.

But Stiles was…different, somehow. He did everything that Derek hated, and more. He intruded into Derek’s space, he rambled constantly, loudly, with flailing arms and fidgeting fingers—and his presence should have driven Derek up the wall, but it didn’t. Stiles didn’t set him on edge, like everyone else did. And maybe most surprising of all, he understood him.

[or: reclusive, feral-risk derek hale finds solace in a wild child, much to his pack’s surprise]

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25 The soulmates program

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Soulmates ) and @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: Scientists ) @aug-kissed (prompt: First Kiss) Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: no one Words: 901

“So, in this experiment, we’re trying to determine if it’s possible to find the perfect soulmate without even knowing them. We interviewed all our volunteers and found a perfect couple. This experiment is the hardest we have ever made. Not only do the two candidates come from two very different social classes, but this is a homosexual couple.”

The audience gasps loudly.

“I must specify that one of the volunteers declared to be gay and the other was open to a homosexual relationship.” The scientists show a PowerPoint presentation pointing at some statistics, “As you can see they don’t have the same interests or hobbies, they live very different lives, but looking at the diagram you can see that they have the same opinions about relationship, friendship, and commitment. You can see that our first subject, Steve, gives very high importance to family and relationship and commitment, and our second subject, Eddie, is just a little bit under on the commitment but they have the same level of importance given to family and relationship. So they are here, after a few dates, to tell us how it worked out for them. Please welcome them.”

The two boys who get into the conference room couldn’t have been more different: one wears a shirt and a pullover over a pair of dark blue jeans, a pair of squared turtle glasses, and a very soft smile, the other is dressed all in black, with a leather jacket, a pair of high boots and some black jeans ripped at the knee revealing a huge skull tattooed on the right knee and black nail polish.

“So, Eddie and Steve, right?” The scientist asks, looking at his file.

“I’m Eddie. He’s Steve.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. So. How did our experiment go?” the man inquires with curiosity, pushing his glasses with one finger.

They both start talking at the same time, before laughing and begin a little dance of “You go first.” “No, you go first.”

In the end, it’s Steve who grabs the microphone, “Hi everyone. I’m Steve Harrington. I signed up for this experiment because I was tired of dating the wrong person and I thought that maybe someone who didn’t actually know me could help me understand what I was looking for.” he turns toward Eddie with a soft smile, “If it wasn’t for this experiment I don’t think I would have ever go out on a date with someone like Eddie. Nothing wrong with him, but as anyone can see we’re not exactly similar.” he chuckles before giving the microphone to Eddie.

“Yeah. That’s right. I would have never looked at someone like Steve to have a stable relationship. I mean, he doesn’t know Metallica and doesn’t play DnD which is like the first thing I ask everyone I date. But yeah. I signed up for this experiment to prove to my buddies that there’s no way you could find a soulmate thanks to some calculation and look at me! I’ll have to buy a lot of beers this year.” He smirks.

“So we must assume the experiment went well.”

Eddie and Steve share a look, “What do you say? Should we tell them?” Eddie asks, playing with a lock of hair.

“Tell us what?”

Steve beams when he grabs the microphone, “We’re engaged. We’re still working on the specifics, I live in Chicago he lives in Los Angeles, but yeah. We are going to get married.” 

“That was unexpected, especially from you, Eddie. Weren’t you against marriage?”

“Have you seen him? Since the first time we kissed after our first formal date, I knew I couldn’t let him go.”

“Remind us of your first date. We sent you each other's description and asked you to meet at the local mall, isn’t that right?”

Steve brushes some hair away from his face, “When I saw the description I was really in doubt. I didn’t think Eddie could have been the right person for me, but I decided to give him a chance. We met at Starbucks. Drink a coffee or two and by the time we leave the coffee shop I was already in love.”

“I was lovestruck as well. Surprised that someone so hot was still single and looking for flaws I didn’t find, so we just chatted and as soon as we left the coffee shop we kissed. I think we both tasted like burned coffee but it was the best kiss I have ever had. And so here we are. Proving that the program can help you find your soulmate.”

The audience applauds, and then Steve and Eddie leave the conference room, hand in hand, until they are far enough from the conference room they look at each other, “What do you think?”

“They totally eat up all that shit. Great work Stevie.” Eddie replies, giving him a high-five.

“You weren’t half bad either, Munson.” Steve replies with a wink, “Now let's make sure they transfer the money to our bank accounts.”

“Can believe your parents agreed to our little plan.”

“It’s their program. They want people to believe they can actually find their soulmate thanks to this program so… it’s a win-win, right?”

“Still convinced about the wedding?”

“I always wanted a big ceremony. I can give you a couple of months of my life before asking for a divorce.” Steve winks, “Now let’s go. This place stinks of stupidity.”

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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [3] - Max Verstappen

written by alocon

Max Verstappen x Mercedes Driver ex! Reader

Note: Name and Part One based on the song A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be by Jess Benko

Chapter Summary: The new season has finally arrived and you already have some more celebrating to do

Warning: Fluff (calm before the storm perhaps?),

[The Masterlist] [Part One Here] [Part Two Here]

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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [Part Three] - MV¹

Getting drenched in champagne had never felt so good. As you stood on the podium, your teammate spraying you down in alcohol on one side and your ex-teammate on the other, you realised just how much you had missed winning without the anxiety of the consequences. You turned your champagne from the two drivers to Toto, who you got on with like a house on fire. You were determined to ensure that your new team principal would leave the podium absolutely soaked with champagne. George had clearly got the memo, as he turned his attention to Toto too, Max soon following suit. After your very alcoholic shower, you took the photo, before feeling a tap on your shoulder. You spun around to see Max smiling sheepishly.

Over the winter break, Max and you had spent some time talking, even going as far as to hang out on a couple of occasions, once to go to the gym together and once to eat dinner at yours together. Safe to say, the pair of you had gone from civil to friends. It made you happy. Max really seemed to be trying to repair your friendship and to make up for his radio silence after your break up all those years ago. 

“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked, realising you’d just been looking at him, instead of listening. 

“I said congratulations but don’t get your ego too high because I’ll be back to winning soon enough. Also, do you want to grab dinner at this restaurant nearby tonight, before we all get drunk? We all know we’re both lightweights if we haven’t eaten first.” You happily agreed. 

You laughed at the cockiness coming from his mouth, causing his face to twist into a grin too. You watched as he held his hands out for a friendly hug, which you gladly accepted, taking the opportunity to lift the champagne bottle from behind his back, dousing him in some of the drink that was left. He gasped dramatically, leaning down to get his, but you were gone the second his arms released you, sprinting away, champagne and trophy in hand. You passed the trophy to your press officer so that it would be safe before you bolted towards the Mercedes garage as quickly as possible. “I’m so getting you back for that,” he declared as you stood just out of reach in the Mercedes garage. And that he did. He waited until you were in the media pen, speaking to the sky news reporter when you felt a cold trickle of the familiar alcoholic beverage pour down your back. You didn’t even need to look to know that it was Max, having heard his soft giggle as he passed you, whispering a soft ‘see you later’ on the way. That made you roll your eyes before going back to your interview.

—-

“Really? I thought they weren’t together anymore. What happened?” Max asked, suddenly a lot more intrigued in the gossip you were telling him than he was only a few moments prior. You were both using the pre-party dinner to catch up on everything that had happened in both of your lives and friend groups since the split almost 7 years earlier. 

“Oh they did, and then they got back together, and then they split up ‘for good’ in their words because he was travelling in Indycar for work and she is in F1 so it was like barely seeing each other most of the time. And then they got back together and got drunk at a party and slept together without protection, and boom. Parents.”

He gasped, taking a bite of his food. “Got any photos of their baby?”

You nodded, getting your phone out to show him the photos of your goddaughter / non-biological niece. You had a lot of photos and videos because you babysat a lot when you were home in Monaco and spent a lot of time with them. “Oh, and Jamie moved to being an engineer in F1 now. Apparently, his contract with his Arrow in Indy was over at the end of the season so in a couple of races time, he came over to McLaren here to work. He said he wants to be with the two most important people in his life a lot more often”

“Awwe, bless her, she’s adorable. And that’s great! I haven’t seen Jamie in a while, it’ll be nice to see him again.”

“Pre warning,” you said, causing Max to look back at you. “He may not be super friendly straight away because he did sit in on a few girls' nights over the years so he did hear quite a bit of, I guess, shit-talking.”

Max swallowed the bite of food he had taken before shrugging. “Honestly, I completely get it.” He paused, looking up at you. “So, girls’ night, huh? What does that entail?”

Some would consider Jamie Bell to be “overprotective” just from hearing the fact that he went to girls' nights sometimes, assuming that he was being controlling of who his girlfriend could see. However, that was not at all the case. Jamie Bell and Rachael Hall met in school, becoming friends quite quickly and then entering a relationship. To say the pair were childhood sweethearts would be an understatement. You had met the pair on holiday in Monaco the year after they got together, becoming close friends almost instantly. They split up due to work being difficult however, luckily, they managed to get back together. When Rachael got pregnant a few months later, they moved in together. Pregnancy took quite the toll on her in 2024 and, as a result, she couldn’t attend some girls' nights. So Jamie tucked her into bed and when she drifted off, came along to girls’ night for the evening without telling her, catching up on all of the gossip and having a drink with us and then, the next morning, made a PowerPoint presentation to show her to catch her up on all the gossip that she had missed from over the previous month. And that's exactly why you adored their relationship so much. Jamie was never previously interested in the girls’ night gossip until Rachael was upset about missing out on the gossip, which meant he was there in a heartbeat.

The dinner was good. You went out to a little restaurant in Australia that you used to go to together pre-break up. You hadn't been there since because it was yours and Max's place. He felt the same, opting to never go there unless it was with you.

After eating, and Max insisting on paying, you both went straight to the club, having got ready before you went to dinner.

It turns out that you and Max had the same general idea. The club you were going to had a Red theme, including red lights, so what better to do than wear red, match the lighting.

You wore a red slim fitting, thin strapped mini dress, a leather jacket and black knee high boots. You had a dark red glittery smoky eye and red stained lips with some red lip gloss on. Similarly, Max was wearing a dark red dress shirt and black dress pants.

Upon turning up to the party, it didn't take long for you to be dragged away, Lando claiming you weren't drunk enough for his liking so opting to change that. You waved goodbye to Max as he was similarly dragged away by Charles. So that's how you ended up absolutely pissed a few hours later, having spent an unhealthy amount of time doing shots with the younger British McLaren driver, your teammate, and your wife's boyfriend (also known as Alex). 

You were dragged away from the group for the 6th time tonight to be pulled away to dance with someone. Turning around, you saw Lewis grinning at you. “I haven't seen you in ages, congratulations on your win,” he said to you as you danced together in the corner of the room. 

“Thank you, Lew. I'm sorry your race didn't go as planned today.”

Lewis shrugged. It was something that had been completely out of his control. When he was lapping Nico Hulkenberg earlier, Lewis being up in 3rd place at the time, Nico’s breaks had failed and the pair had collided, taking them both out of the race. “There's always the next race, aye?” You nodded in response to him as he spoke. It was a shame, really. However, seeing as Charles came 4th, Ferrari were seeming really strong this year. He had only been behind George by a few tenths, basically having had a drag race to the finish line, George luckily coming third place. You finished up your conversation with Lewis when you spotted your team principal across the room, causing you to head over to see him and his beautiful, kind wife Susie. 

You joined them in the booth they sat in, George soon following suit, along with a few mechanics and members of the team. You were happy. For the first time since you had joined Red Bull all those years back, you had a team who unconditionally supported you. Your race engineer, who had been one of your main supporters in Red Bull, was one of the only 3 members of the Red Bull team that you told about your move before Abu Dhabi.

You told him because, with Lewis and Bono's move to Ferrari, you couldn't imagine anyone more fitting to do the move with you. And, of course, he had happily complied. 

[February 2024]

“BG!” You said happily, seeing him walk into the quiet, small café in Monaco that you had invited him to. Benjamin Green. Nicknamed BG/BeeGee in your debut season of F1 when he became your race engineer because his favourite song is More Than A Woman by the Bee Gees. 

“Hey, kiddo, what's up?” It was kind of amusing that he called you kiddo, considering that he was only 3 years older than you. Becoming your race engineer when you were 17 and he was 21, fresh out of university (his birthday was before the start of the season). He was your first and only race engineer and you, honestly, couldn't imagine having another one. He saw how Red Bull treated you and so he made it his goal to make you feel a lot less lonely in that team along with your press officer and your trainer. 

“We're just waiting for Gem and Kai now,” you said, and it didn’t take long for them to turn up.

Malachi Alexander was the first to walk in. He had been your trainer since 2021, after your old trainer left for another championship, due to it meaning that he would be away from his family for less time. Soon after that, Gem arrived. Jemimah Akhurst had been your Press Officer since 2017 and was also your friend since you were 16. They both sat at the table. No-one said anything until after they had got their drinks. “What’s going on? Why have we been called here?”

“I’m leaving Red Bull at the end of the season and I’m going to Mercedes.”

Kai looked at you, shock on his face as he hadn’t expected that. Despite everything, he hadn’t expected you to leave Red Bull because he knew how loyal you were to your teams. You had even found it difficult to leave Sauber for Red Bull… well, until Charles threatened to “make you regret being born” if you didn’t take this once in a lifetime opportunity. “So… I won’t be your Race Engineer anymore?” BG asked. He sounded kind of sad when he said it. You looked at him, noticing the kind of sad look on his face.

You placed your hand on his comfortingly before removing it to speak again. You took a sip of your drink. “A few of Lewis’ lot are going with him, including one of the press officers, Angela and Bono. That means that there are 3 openings at Mercedes which, coincidentally, are all three of your job roles and, after talking to Toto, they are more than willing to hire all three of you with better pay and benefits than you get at Red Bull.” It didn’t take much for them to agree.

—-

“You know,” you said to Max as you both sat in silence outside of the club, both completely drunk out of your minds. He turned to look at you. “I always used to question why you never stood up for me when Helmut and Christian were berating me for not giving you a place.” You paused, looking at him and then looking back at your hands when you saw his eyes already on you. “I know that you had absolutely no obligation to but, seeing as I stood up for you, and you stood up for others, I wondered if maybe one day you would stand up for me too. It kind of hurt in a way when you didn’t. I know it shouldn’t have but… I don’t know.” You chuckled softly, running your hand through your hair. You didn’t really have a filter when you were drunk. “I’m not mad about it anymore. I think, at least. I’m trying not to be. My therapist is still yet to open that bucket of worms.”

“You know, I always regretted not treating you better. We would’ve been together 14 years if I hadn’t been an idiot.” Max leant his head on your shoulder as you began to talk quietly, not saying much but, when you did, it was heartfelt, emotional, meaningful. “When did you start doing therapy? If it’s okay to ask.”

“The start of 2019.”

“Was it… because of the breakup?” His voice was quieter now, his tone indicating that it was okay not to answer if you didn’t want to.

“No. It was because of something else.”

“Is it okay to ask what?”

You shrugged, leaning your head on top of his. “That’s a conversation I’m only willing to have when I’m sober.”

-The End-

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Hi All, It's official!! This story will now be becoming a story/series!! That means that I am planning on uploading more parts. I am unsure how long this story will be but I know for a fact that there will be a couple more chapters coming up in the near future. If you wish to be on the taglist, please do let me know. Have a good day x Alocon

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Forever Together~ Kaeya

featuring:- Kaeya tags:-fluff, a teeny bit of angst if you squint, semi-modern au(?), soulmate au where you get a golden band on your 18th birthday which changes into a silver bracelet like thingy when you properly meet your soulmate, kaeya calls you princess once a/n:- this is my entry for the summer santa event by @solarisfortuneia , thanks for letting me take part and sorry for being so late! this one is dedicated to @satoruxx i hope both you and mika like this :)

word count:- 1.3k

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You grow more excited as the clock nears midnight. “Only five more minutes, Kaeya!” You exclaim, tugging his hand and pointing at the clock. Your childhood best friend shakes his head, amused at your unusual excitement. “You’re really that excited just for your soulmate band? How funny. I mean, you’ve always been a soft romantic, so I’m not really surprised.” He chuckled, the sound filling your room. Both of you glance towards the golden band already present on Kaeya’s wrist, showing that he hadn’t met his soulmate yet. It had appeared, as it always does for everyone, on his 18th birthday. 

None of you said it, none of you knew the other was thinking the same thing. But both of you wondered, if… If you two could possibly be each other’s soulmates.

Both of you had harboured feelings for each other since you were children. It was cute at first. But then as time passed, as you two started to notice each other more, grow up side by side, saw all sides of each other, that harmless puppy love started growing into ‘small’ crushes, even as you two were content to remain best friends. Best friends who were practically attached at the hip, frequently did sleepovers and study sessions, hung out a lot, and always took advantage of the couples discount system. Deep down, both of you wondered if you could ever be more.

The chance of Kaeya being your soulmate was a one in a thousand. So, what harm did it do to imagine the what-ifs of a nearly impossible situation, you both thought, allowing your minds to wander.

The thought of being Kaeya’s soulmate excited you. But it scared Kaeya. 

It wouldn’t be easy to love you officially. It’s not because he couldn’t or didn’t want to. He had no idea what the future would bring, but for now, he really did love you, the way you did. But he was terrified what a relationship would bring, not just to you, but to any possible partner of his, which is why he wanted to avoid meeting his soulmate. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to maintain a relationship with his ways. And he was scared of his past.

Kaeya and his dad had fled from their home nation, Khaenriah, when it was on the brink of utter ruin because of the wars that had ravaged the world. Fled to Mondstadt, a stable country with abundant beauty, one that had already risen up after the war. There, his father had disappeared, leaving him with a caring adoptive family. 

It had been hard for him to adjust and adapt to this new life, especially since he had just been a mere child when all this happened. And he wouldn’t have been able to, if not for you.

You were his neighbour- still are, in fact. He remembered when he’d timidly ventured out into the gardens of his new house a few days after his life had been uprooted. You had noticed him wandering alone very quickly from your own garden, tugging at your mom’s hand to point at him. He’d been scared then, but then you ran ever to him, eyes sparkling, asking him if he was new here, and if he wanted to play with them, adding that their family were very good friends with his new family.

That was the beginning of their friendship, the one that had led them here, staring at the clock at night, waiting for it to strike twelve. And Kaeya was scared, scared because he’d heard many rumours of whatever remained of the Khaenri’ans searching. Searching for what, he didn’t know. Maybe it wasn’t even real. 

But he was still afraid of the possibilities.

And yet, a part of him wished to love you freely, without fear, be with you, be your soulmate. 

The internal conflict was tearing him apart.

The clock struck twelve, signifying the start of your birthday.

You grinned excitedly, holding up your hand, on which a golden band had materialised. But then both your eyes widened, as it turned silver, before reshaping into a swirling silver pattern, almost like a bracelet, with a half heart in the middle. 

The same happened to Kaeya’s band, the formerly gold band having changed into a silver bracelet, same as yours, with the other half of the heart.

It was confirmed- you two were soulmates.

You two stared at each other, eyes wide and confused. It was silent in the room for a while, as you two let the fact sink in.

I suppose it was to be expected, after all, you two had stuck with each other from the moment you met.

A part of you was incredibly happy, now that you didn’t have to hide your feelings any more. However, another part of you was worried for Kaeya and how he’d take this. I mean, what sort of best friends- soulmates- would you two be, if you didn’t know each others’ deepest fears? You knew what he was afraid of. And you didn’t blame him for it in any way whatsoever.

You were the first to speak up, gently taking both his hands in yours. Something you had done a thousand times before, and yet, it felt different this time. “You alright, Kaeya?”

He slowly nodded, eyes staring off. You understood his internal turmoil and the fact that he’d need time, and didn’t press him. “Do you need space?” you asked softly. “To process this? I don’t mind if you do.” Finally he looked at you. There were a multitude of emotions swirling in those beautiful periwinkle eyes of his- confusion, surprise, shock, fear, and more, as they met yours. “You won’t be upset?” He asked quietly. You shook your head almost immediately. “No, Kae, I won’t. I understand why.” You said reassuringly, squeezing his hands with yours to reaffirm your statement. 

“I’ll see you later then..?Once I’ve sorted everything out?” “Sure, take as much time as you want, don’t rush, I’m always here for you, ‘kay? Now let me drop you off home.” You smiled at him.

The next evening, Kaeya texts you to meet him in your regular meeting spot- the swings in the park next to your houses. On text, he sounded like he’d made up his mind, causing you to be a bit nervous as you headed over, albeit a bit early.

You were just swinging gently, lost in your thoughts, when Kaeya walks up to you. He seems to be holding something behind his back, as you look at him curiously. “You alright now?” You question. “Yup.” he grinned back, that easygoing, charming smile that was reserved specifically for you back on his pretty face. “Got everything figured out now, and I have something for you too.” He smiles, bringing out the gift-wrapped package he had been holding behind his back. You chuckle, relieved, as you quickly open it. You stop short when you see what it is that he has given you.

“Forgot to say this, but happy birthday, [Y/N].” He said softly, bending down a bit to take the beautiful silver necklace that had your engraved to put it around your neck. “There.” he said, leaning back to admire you. “Now it matched with our bracelets.” He added, his words meaningful.

This was his way of giving you confirmation. “Let’s give this thing a try, huh? After all, if anything ever happens, I’ll be here to protect my beloved princess, won’t I?” He smirked at his successful attempt to make you flustered as he pulled you up from the swing, holding one of your hands gently in his.

[the-really-lonely-mountain]

Along for The Ride - Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Summary: Transported to Middle Earth, you must Join Thorin Oakenshield's Company as they travel to reclaim Erebor! OR: My take on the classic 'modern girl in Middle Earth' troupe. With this first installment, we are following the first movie of The Hobbit trilogy, and falling in love with Kili on the way! Slow burn with this one y'all, nothing spicy till the next work I'm afraid.

Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), wrote this while I had covid, in like 4 days lol, implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien)

Word Count: 1,318

A/N: I was utterly appalled by the lack of Kili writers on here and Ao3. Y'all who write for Kili, I've been eating your crumbs like it's the shit (cause it is) for weeks, but one can't be sustained on crumbs alone so I've prepared a feast!! This is the first fic I've ever wanted to post, please be gentle. Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are loved and treasured!!

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

You rolled over to reposition and searched for your cuddle coat in a sleep-addled stupor. When this yielded nothing, you reached further and felt soft material. You wrapped your arms around it and brought it to your chest. You rubbed your face against it to find a comfortable position and exhaled content as sleep found you again for a while longer.

Soft murmuring and chuckles slowly pulled you from sleep, but what woke you was Kili gently shaking you and telling you it was time to wake up. You sighed and opened an eye to see the sun had started painting the sky in its rise. You looked over to see Kili much closer than you expected. He smiled sheepishly as you let go of his arm that you’d been unwittingly cuddling. You blushed profusely embarrassed of your unconscious actions.

“I—I am so sorry.” You sat up attempting to create space between you. He followed your actions, sporting flushed cheeks of his own.

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I should have woken you up” He paused looking at the back of your head as you looked steadfastly away from him, “You just looked so peaceful I—I couldn’t bring myself to.”

“Thank you, Kili,” you could spare him only a glance, still blushing “I’ll just never hear the end of this.” You covered your face as you felt it growing warm. You peeked through your fingers to scan the camp, catching some of the older dwarves looking at you and conversing in a conspiring manner over their breakfast.

“Calm down it’s not that bad” You could practically hear Kili roll his eyes playfully at your antics. He stood and looked down at you, taking pity knowing you wouldn’t want to face the other company members in fear of being teased and outcast from the group. He knew their teasing was just their way of showing their acceptance of you. He approached the cauldron and Bombur handed him his portion.

“Go easy on her, will ya?” Kili sheepishly asked the dwarves colluding across the fire, knowing you wouldn’t be far behind him. They mumbled their agreement only half listening to him. You came to the cauldron and thanked Bombur for breakfast.

“Sleep well Y/N?” Bofur asked, making Nori and Bifur chuckle beside him. You blushingly whipped around and said, “Shut up!” though your large smile, despite yourself, made it significantly less threatening. They laughed with you at their teasing, and you fake pouted as you stomped back to your bedroll and plopped down with a huff. Knowing you’d endured the worst, and now they’d drop it, you ate with a fond smile, happy to be part of the company.

Thorin paced anxiously at the outskirts of the garden ready to leave Rivendell while everyone ate. You didn’t have time to rinse the dishes in the stream that ran through the garden in Thorin’s impatience to leave.

Balin led the company through the paths of the mountains. No one had anything to say while they focused on not falling to their death on the narrow cliffside path.

You then spent the first half of the day walking through shrubbed hilly planes that were drab in color but expansive across the horizon. The next half was spent in the freezing rain, tiptoeing along the razor-thin path on the side of the mountain. The thunder was deafening, startling you every time.

“LOOK OUT!” someone yelled before a boulder the size of a balled-up skyscraper impacted the cliff above you sending rubble onto the company. Dwalin caged you against the cliff face, so you didn’t get knocked off. When the last of the loose rocks had fallen, someone yelled: “This is no thunderstorm! This is a thunder battle!”

“We need to take shelter!” Balin implored Thorin.

“There’s a cave just ahead!” Thorin replied.

“GET DOWN!” Bilbo shouted as another gargantuan rock hurtled through the sky. Dwalin pressed you into the mountainside again to protect you.

“Sorry lass” He backed away when it was safe “Can’t go losin’ our greatest treasure now can we?” He smiled trying to make light of such grim circumstances. You’d have to ask about that when the time is right.

You gently placed your hand on his arm, “Thank you!” You smiled trying to ignore how cold you were. He helped steady you as the ground quaked from another far-off impact.

The company poured themselves into the cave. Oin excitedly began building a fire but much to your dismay, Thorin extinguished his attempt by saying mountain caves are seldom unoccupied, they needn’t attract unnecessary attention.

You were shaking and shivering so intensely you thought you’d bring the mountain down. You couldn’t even get your bedding ready, too concerned with trying to stay warm. You curled in a ball against the cold stone wall of the cave.

“Oh lass,” Dori said under his breath seeing you struggle in the corner. He entered the circle of conversation Kili was engaged with and nudged him on the shoulder to get his attention. The elder dwarf jutted his chin in your direction. Kili saw you miserably trying to stay warm. He excused himself and quickly made his way to you.

“Hey Y/N,” he said in a soft voice, crouching in front of you to assess the situation.

“H-h-hey k-Kee,” you laughed, trying to get ahold of yourself. “A-aren’t you c-cold?”

He smiled at your concern, “Nah.” He helped you take off your waterlogged coat, “We dwarves are built like furnaces.” He got your blanket and bedroll from your bag and wrapped them around your shoulders and legs. He sat beside you and positioned your legs to drape over his to soak up their warmth under the blanket. He put his arm around your shoulders and leaned you against his chest. You unfurled your arms from yourself to cling to him, selfishly stealing the heat he free gave.

You tried to focus on your breathing, taking comfort in the knowledge that the company wouldn’t let you die, as much as it felt like you were.

Kili caught Thorin’s eye from across the cave where he stood with his arms crossed, “She’s shiverin’ somethin’ fierce Uncle.” Kili said, worried. Thorin looked you up and down with no warmth in his gaze.

“Wrap her in your bedding as well and give her time,” he simply said, “She’ll be fine in a few hours.” Kili nodded, trusting his uncle’s judgment, and then caught his bag which was tossed by Fili. He did as Thorin said and pulled you closer to him, keeping you in place with an arm around your shoulders and over your legs.

“H-he sc-scares me.” You whispered to Kili making him chuckle.

“Yeah, he does that to most outsiders,” Kili said rubbing your back. “He’ll come around eventually.”

Your bone rattling shivering eventually slowed to manageable quakes. You rested your head against Kili’s shoulder which aligned the slope of your forehead and nose perfectly to the exposed warmth of his neck. Kili turned his head to rest against yours. You could tell he was tired from the way he leaned into you and his eyelids drooped heavily. You were exhausted too, now not only from the long day of walking but from the cold that still drifted over you.

“Feel better?” he asked with a hopeful lilt. You nodded against him, only able to spare a tired ‘mhm’.

“Sleep while you can” He whispered, “I don’t know how much longer we’ll be here.” Sleep took you within 3 deep breaths.

If only you could see the image of pure affinity you both made. Even in sleep, you clung like a barnacle to him, and his grip on you never faltered in his rest either, keeping you tight against him.

The older dwarves of the company saw this and smiled, fond and happy…but still made bets about when you’d officially start courting.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

[hopepetal]

Sorry for the wait. I’m in classes right now. Uh, here it is! (ft. Very Unfamiliar Faces)

Three hunters leaned against a pine tree, staring at the stars. It had not been a good day.

They were supernatural hunters, and good ones. Their quest was simple: bring back a few vampires to auction to the highest bidder. Despite the locals stating the creatures were vicious, the trio had felt prepared. In fact, a friendly guy with curly blond hair had pointed them towards the supernatural’s territory! 

What they were not expecting was five vampires, three fae, and a small girl with quicksilver eyes and bright pink crocs. 

Now the hunters were left for dead. They were so exhausted that all they could do was sit there and wait for relief. In fact, they almost didn’t hear the approaching footsteps.

A young woman with coiled hair stumbled to her feet and drew her sword. 

“Who goes there?” Silence. “Whoever you are, we’re armed, dangerous, and-” A figure emerges from behind the surrounding greenery. The man gasps at the sight. 

One of the fae from earlier pauses in front of them. With a soft pink cardigan and a circlet of buttercups and daisies, it was easy to take her for a weak enemy. The burns on the man’s forearms said otherwise. She carried a satchel and a stern face. 

“I’m not going to hurt you.” She looks over at the woman with the sword. “Please put the sword down, and make this easier for both of us.” The woman glanced at her weapon before dropping it with a soft thud. 

The fae softened. “Thank you. I appreciate not having something sharp pointed at me.” She approached the group before kneeling in front of another woman. Her hair was plastered to her face and neck with blood. Their face was pale, and they were shivering. The fae asked, “What’s your name?” 

“I-it’s Opal.” She gulped. “My name is Opal.” 

“Now Opal, I want you to stay still. This shouldn’t hurt.” 

The fae laid her hands on Opal’s stomach, which had deep scratches from the vampire’s claws. She closed her eyes and began to mutter under her breath. Neon sparks shot out of her hands and danced around the wound. Opal let out a soft moan of pain. The other woman instinctively reached for her sword, but recoiled after a stern look from the fae. 

Soon, the wound had sealed up, leaving fresh pink skin in its place. Opal breathed a sigh of relief, the color returning to her skin.

“Thank you, for doing,” -they motioned broadly with their hands- “whatever that was.” 

“I closed the wound up, but it’s still prone to re-opening,” the fae said. She pulled some bandages and gauze wrap out of her satchel. “Let me wrap it up for you, then I’ll take care of your friends.” 

After everyone was successfully healed, Stress produced a plate of bread, cheese, and various small vegetables. 

“Eat. You need it.”

 The man, previously hesitant, immediately reached over and grabbed a handful of cheese cubes. He popped one in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. 

“Mmm, gouda. Haven’t had any in years!” He swallowed before continuing. “Oh, and the name’s Marc. If we’re still doing that.”

 The swordswoman made a weird-looking wrap out of lettuce, cheese, and baby tomatoes. She nodded her thanks to the fae before saying, “And I’m Fern. Opal,” -she gestured to the woman- “is my soulmate.” Opal, who was enthusiastically chowing down on a self-made sandwich, nodded violently. 

The fae smiled softly. “Nice to meet you,” she said. 

In that moment, it was easy to forget that the two groups were mortal enemies. A small picnic, spread underneath the stars. The eagerness of the hunters to tell the fae their names. The trust the women had when telling her about their soulbinding. Perhaps, in another world, this would be where a friendship began. 

The fae tapped the plate on the grass to remove the crumbs before placing it back in her satchel. She stood up slowly as the stern look returned to her face. 

“Now, if you don’t mind, get the fuck out of my territory.”

-Nonny

OH MY GOODNESS NONNY THIS IS AMAZING

AND THE TRIO!!! OH MY GOSH!!! THE LESBIANS AND MARC!!! OH WOW

this is so good nonny oh my goodness gracious I love this so so much

[jasntodds]

I am SO late to doing this, I’m sorry 😭 I know I didn’t read A LOT in 2022 but the fics I did read were amazing and I wanted to take the time to mention them in a post!! You guys are so talented and brilliant and creative. I hope I get to read more of your guys’ fics this year!! And I hope all of you have an amazing 2023 💕

I’ll Find You by @lauras-collection​

Summary:  This was not how you imagined finding out who your soulmate is.

Death Takes and It Takes blurb by @sparklingsin​

Exert: There’s a deep ache in the space between Peter’s ribs.A deep ache that travels up his sternum and bubbles up his throat in the form of a low sob.

Rainy Day by @userholland​

Summary: after choosing to make everyone forget who he is, peter is still trying to adjust to his new life. with may gone and mj & ned in massachusetts, he’s had to branch out and find new friendships to make. still maintaining his spidey persona, he keeps the city of new york safe everyday and tries to not make past mistakes. everything has been different, almost like a useless re-do he wish he could take back. nevertheless, he finds comfort in you, his neighbor that lives across the hall from him. the citizens of new york may need his help… until you come down with a cold.

(18+) Pistolwhip Series by @silkscream​

Summary: peter parker is in love with his high school best friend, michelle jones, and you are in love with peter’s roommate, harry osborn. when mj and harry start dating, you and peter test your limits in a situation that “benefits” the both of you. how far will the two of you go to satisfy each others’ loneliness?

(18+) Twisted Steel and Sex Appeal by @spideyspeaches​

Summary: There was something different about Peter Parker, and you were gonna find what it was until your last breath.

Kiss You Goodnight by @fairyofshampoo​

Summary: it’s been a long day so peter helps you get ready for bed.

Secret Language (Peter Parker x Mute!Reader) by @waitimcomingtoo​

Synopsis: a study in the silence that comes when two people understand each other

Things That Look Like Nothing by @justapurrcat​

Synopsys: As if getting caught up into the cliché trap of falling in love with your best friend and having to watch as he falls for someone else wasn’t enough, the universe has decided to take a step further in punishing you, turning your existence in a not-so-figurative life or death situation. Your closest confident is now the reason behind your pain, your anchor the very thing that’s dragging you down...

Time After Time by @softspideys​

Summary: peter parker is your worst enemy, but he’s also your soulmate. life is funny that way.

Touch series by @waitimcomingtoo​

Synopsis: you love him, but you can never touch him

After All by @websterss​

Summary: You do crazy things for ones you love right.

(18+) Power Trip by @silkscream​

Summary: you and steve settle your difference when he drives you home

Something Evil’s Lurking by @websterss​

Synopsis: You’re out of time and Vecna’s about to strike, and in order to save you Steve has to sing your favorite song.

Chocolate and Cuddles by @justapurrcat​

Summary: Just a soft cuddle session with your treasure-hunting boyfriend

(18+) The Memory Of Your Touch by @sparklingsin​

Summary: rough sex with nathan drake in those cargo pants and white shirt.

No Place Like Home Series (Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader x Jason Todd) by @pinkchubbiebunnie​

Summary: When Jason lashes out at you one day and goes a step too far, you know it’s not genuine anger, but rather, a cry for help from a broken boy. And though it’s unconventional, you have an idea of just how you can help him out.

The Titans taking care of their chronically ill Partner during a flare up by @pinkchubbiebunnie​​

Also includes Dawn, Dick, Hank, Kory, and Donna (I just didn’t make a separate card for them yet

Steamy by @pinkchubbiebunnie​​

Summary: “Maybe her idea of paradise isn’t sharing a bathroom with you, Jason.”

Ever since you and Jason have moved into Titans Tower, you have started a rivalry so potent that it’s affecting every part of your lives. The mainstay of this rivalry? The shared bathroom. On this night, your competition bleeds into something else entirely.

No Place Like Home Series (Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader x Jason Todd) by @pinkchubbiebunnie​

Summary: When Jason lashes out at you one day and goes a step too far, you know it’s not genuine anger, but rather, a cry for help from a broken boy. And though it’s unconventional, you have an idea of just how you can help him out.

The Titans taking care of their chronically ill Partner during a flare up by @pinkchubbiebunnie​​

Also includes Dawn, Dick, Hank, Kory, and Donna (I just didn’t make a separate card for them yet

The Sweater Song by @pinkchubbiebunnie​

Summary: You knew he had to leave, but somehow that made it hurt even more. Even though it was the best thing for him - the best thing for both of you, it still hurt more than you could say. You lived in his sweater until he came back and just hoped your shirt would make it impossible for him to forget about you.

Based on Sweater Song by Hedley.

Waking Up After A Night Of Partying blurb by @slutobrien​

Exert: You groaned loudly and moved to roll over away from the sunlight peeking through and shining across your face.

Birthday Boy by @buckybarnesandmarvel​

Summary: It’s your lover’s birthday!

Say It Back by @softholand​

Summary: sometimes certain words are harder for some people to say, yours just happens to be the infamous i love you

I Don’t Know Where I Stand series by @cutetomholland​ 

Summary: it’s summer, and you’ve just moved into a new flat after a bad breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. when a celebratory trip to the nearby pub turns into an awkward meeting with your childhood best friend tom, old feelings you thought were gone gets brought back.

Who You Really Are (Shang-Chi x Reader) by @americaswritings​

Summary: You find out about Shang-Chi’s true identity after he saves you in an alley.

[flowercrowngods]

I’m sorry about your anxiety and I hope you feel better, I’ve been trying to think of soft things and I’m very tired so I could only think of one thing and you said it could be anything so here’s what I have

I have this one friend, my platonic soulmate, my favorite person. Just this one person who gets me and I get him on a bone deep level. We unfortunately live across the world from each other and long distance friendships can be really heartbreaking but also really beautiful in so many ways. Like, I love the rain and any time it rains for him he’ll send my videos so I can see and hear it. I also love plants and he sent me photos of his plants and I said one was my favorite and now he takes extra care of that one because it reminds him of me. When I miss him I go out and look at the stars because they remind me of him, he knows a lot about greek mythology and have told me about the myths. Constellations and stars are named after a lot of them or there are myths about them, I’ve always associated stars with greek mythology and now with my friend. I told him this and he said now he sees the stars and thinks about me which is so very sappy of us. There’s more too, just small every day things where we’ve filled up each others lives despite not being physically in them and which I don’t usually find happens with long distance friendships for me. A lot of our friends and family think we’re in love and in denial, we are absolutely not. Like it’s one of the deepest loves I’ve ever felt but there’s nothing romantic there. I base a lot of my Stobin HCs on us, I think we’re too soft with each other for them though so I have to pull on other things as well (snarkier friendships) but the very deep platonic love I use

god. that’s. thank you. know that i’ll be thinking of you two when i look up at the night sky sometimes. i know i will. i’ll look up there and know there are two people out there irrevocably linked through the stars. and they’ll know, too, light years away as they are. crazy, the way love will always be poetry writing itself

[intheorangebedroom]

Maybe it's the season but I've been in my feels lately and nothing can scratch it like re-reading your beautiful "Pleased to Meet You" fic work of art.

Which got me thinking - as I know you touched on it in a previous drabble - but I'd love to know how Benny & Frankie's friendship reconciled after it all went down? Is Frankie allowed to mention Gabrielle, did Benny move on? How did he feel once he learnt the truth of the orange bedroom? Was he bitter, or did he understand?

Sorry I know that's a lot to ask but no pressure, I don't expect an answer to any of it! I guess it's my way of saying how much I admire your writing and how you weaved such a rich soulmate-esque fic that it still leaves me wanting more of this universe. Thanks for writing, it's been a highlight of my 2023 to discover it.

Happy New Year for you too! 🎉

Dearest Nonnie 🧡

A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU, LOVE 🧡 May you bask and thrive in the safe and soft hues of an orange bedroom of your own 🧡

Your ask is the last I received in 2023, it brought tears of joy to my eyes. I am so thankful to you, so grateful you took the time to reach out and send me those kind words and so fucking happy I gave you something that you enjoy and that brings you comfort. That's all I wish to do, that's the best feeling. And I'm sorry it's taken me so long to answer you.

It's not a lot to ask 🧡 I sincerely hope you’re happy with this (lengthy, ugh in 2024 I’m still incapable of brevity, will I ever be? Spoiler alert: probably not) answer 🧡

Prior to Benny's impromptu visit to the Morales-Tourneur household in January, Will had been doing his best to explain the situation to his brother. That Frankie and Gabrielle had met a long a time ago, and had already been in love for a long time when he entered the picture. He did it more in an attempt to mend his brother's broken heart than to excuse Frankie. Benny was never bitter, but he was hurt. Badly so. So all of Will's explaining didn't help much.

What did help was their conversation outside his house on that cold January morning. Even if Frankie provided him with what's probably the world's worst apology ever, Benny still needed to hear him say he was sorry for the way things went down. Benny's a pretty literal guy. He needed Frankie's words: "you were my best friend. You still are."

After that, Frankie took it slow and kept a low profile, following Benny's lead, letting him set the pace to his reinstatement into the group. He began by showing up to support him on fight nights, first in the audience, and he waited patiently (several months) until Benny told him he could join him and Will in the locker room. The next step was their Friday nights.

And in September that year, when Frankie texted Ben for his birthday and received his immediate reply of 🔥🍻🙌🏻  he felt this terrible weight lifted off his (broad) shoulders, replaced by the elated certitude that he'd kept his promise. He'd fixed it. Fixed everything.

Now he does not mention Gabrielle. Ever. Out of respect and decency. Benny's moved on. With several other ladies, first, until he met one he fell hard for and who fell right back for him. But Frankie knows Gabrielle was Ben’s first love. And he recognises the sheepish look in his eyes, the lingering, stolen glances in her direction whenever their shared social circle brings the three of them together in the same place, for parties, birthdays, BBQs… And despite Frankie's restored fondness for his friend, there will always be an abiding ember of jealousy, no matter how sternly he tries to reason with himself that, if it wasn’t for Ben, he would have never found her again.

Gabrielle’s the blind spot in their friendship. But one that, with time, patience, and open minds, they’ve been able to overcome. Our guys went through hell together. They’re smart, good men. Their friendship eventually prevailed 🧡

[allwaswell16]

Hello, how are you? Can I ask you, and probably your friends/followers a question? Recently someone from my family has passed away and I’m horrible dealing with emotions but fics has always helped me, so can you recommend me some grieving fics? Not major character death, and no one of their child passing away. I don’t want a big rec fic just 2/3. And if you can’t, it’s okay ❤️‍🩹

Hi, anon, I'm so sorry about your family member. Here are some fics that deal with grief in some way, and I hope they help. Sending you so much love.

Take My Breath Away by @realitybetterthanfiction (E, 153k)

There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are instruments of war, trained in times of peace. They are dogfighters, relentless and fearless in their mission to protect their beloved country. From their lofty vantage, they are always watching, waiting, and ready to lay it all on the line.

Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love with what keeps you on the ground.

Chasing, Searching, Dreaming by @parmahamlarrie (E, 46k)

Everyone is chasing, searching, dreaming of their soulmate.

Harry has known who his soulmate is since he was twenty years old, and ever since, he has been waiting for Louis to be ready for him. The unexpected passing of Louis' mum, and the fact that now he is the guardian of his twin two-year-old little siblings, just means that Harry is going to have to wait a bit longer.

A soulmate AU full of cute kids, house building, therapy, and a lot of dreaming.

we should open up (before it's all too much) by @disgruntledkittenface (M, 43k)

“I’m not–” Harry breaks off, his voice strangled as he clutches his phone in his hand. He takes a breath and looks up, trying to keep the tears threatening to spill over at bay. “Louis, I’m not very good company these days. I–”

“Harry,” Louis interrupts, his raspy voice soft and soothing. “I get it. Sometimes it’s just easier to be alone, yeah?”

Harry nods, blinking back the last of his tears.

“But it can get lonely,” Louis states. Harry nods again even though it wasn’t a question, finally looking back at him. “So why don’t we try being alone, together?”

Struggling with grieving and depression since his dad died, Harry has never felt so alone. It’s too much to cope with on his own, but he feels like a burden when he tries to open up with people.

Then he meets Louis.

make this feel like home by @soldouthaz (E, 43k)

The house on West 28th Street in London is twice the size of Louis', more expensive than the price of all of his house and car payments combined, and is falling apart at the seams.

When the Sun Won't Let You Sleep by @allwaswell16 (E, 30k)

Four years ago, Louis Tomlinson left the UK to live on an Antarctic research station for reasons best left in the past. He’s carved out a life for himself on the ice and has dedicated himself to his research, his friends, and especially the Halley VI research station. He’s less than thrilled when he learns that Harry Styles, a glaciologist from another base who once broke his heart, will be coming to Halley, and he’s definitely unprepared for the upheaval Harry brings with him.

Sunflower: Vol. 1 by @ourownstrings (M, 26k)

“Real farmers love mornings.” Louis hated that sentiment. But then he wasn’t a real farmer. He just got stuck in the family business and drags himself to the farmers market where he put on his best sunny sales pitch. That is until he meets the new flower vendor. The flower boy who is even wearing floral-patterned clothes as he sells bouquets. Suddenly, Saturday mornings are the highlight of his week.

Falling in the Wrong Direction by @fallinglikethis (E, 25k)

When Harry’s fiancé, Liam, passes away just before their wedding, he doesn’t know how to cope. As time goes on, Harry learns to heal, but is left living in the house his fiancé used to share with his best friends and Harry is uncovering a lot of secrets he didn’t know Liam had... while possibly falling for the one person who helped Liam keep them from him.

Harry never quite got along with Louis, but maybe he’s the one person who can help Harry bridge the gap between the life he thought he would have and the one he is now living.

A Catch and Release au

You Might Want To Marry My Husband (NR, 24k)

When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him. It’s a request that Harry is happy to disregard, until he meets the one person who is impossible to ignore.

[ladykailitha]

for the real authors asks: ✨ 💫 🕯️ 🎙️ and 💌 if you please?

A little thing I saw that I wanted to do the answers for here. So feel free to send me yours!

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)- I'll Be Your Knight. It's one of the first ones I wrote in the Steddie Stranger Things fandom and I love it. But it doesn't get as much love as the rest of my fics and I don't know why. You can also read it on AO3 if that's more your speed.

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?- People talking about their favorite part and how much they loved it. I also have a small soft spot for the keyboard smash. ;)

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?- I had to really think about this one because I will sometimes have spots in a story that can feel like it was harder to write then rest of it. But I think the one that took me to places I never thought I would go was Oh For a Muse of Fire! I don't usually write Enemies to Lovers because I am a major softy. And it was hard keeping Eddie from doing a 180 too soon and then to make the friendship last as well. But it helped me learn how to pace a story and how different point of views can really help build a story.

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?- All of them? Lol! No, in all seriousness, I would say Ser Stephan of Harring's Town because of the great back and forth between Eddie learning about Steve's hidden depths.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!- This is an excerpt of my soulmate AU that I really want to write but I'm not sure how to.

Eddie had been on the verge of giving up, tears streaming down his face as he fought against impossible odds. But Steve was there. And he remembered that every impossible thing he had ever thought in his life had be come possible in this one man. And he was damned if he wasn’t going to survive this too.

“I love you,” Steve whispered.

Eddie closed his eyes and whispered back. “I love you, too, Stevie.”

The bats soon realized that they couldn’t get through Eddie and turned, swirling in the sky and Eddie could feel it before it happened. They were going to attack Steve.

He pushed Steve to the ground and lifted his shield above their heads. “I’m sorry.”

“Me, too,” Steve replied.

And then all the bats dived at once.

[skenekidz]

Hey! Just saw this so sorry for the late response but wanted to respond. I am the “Unpopular Opinions” Person btw

OBVIOUSLY all the respect is meant. You are a genius <3 love your work, this is just some commentary

- Brennan IS a worse person than Killian because Killian really… doesn’t have THAT much agency in his life. Idk maybe I’m being too soft on him but I’ve always emphasized w/ children who make bad/objectively ambiguous decisions as the result of a turbulent life. Therefore, where Killian and Brennan made the SAME level of bad choices, Killian was genuinely a good person who was just trying to be a teenager/live his life in this “Fish out of Water” scenario he was put in. Brennan, meanwhile, came off like he had A LOT more agency and… strength, so to speak, not only in his own life but who he was in general. Therefore it’s a lot harder to excuse him for the stupid shit he puts himself in (like involving himself w/ the Principal’s son AND getting drawn into the bad/rebellious crowd, etc.). Therefore, Brennan is a worse person because generally those people (the reckless people who know they can make different, better choices and CHOOSE NOT TO), don’t tend to make the BEST decisions for their loved ones as well. Like I could see Brennan pulling some real dick behavior and causing shit for the people he cares for. Meanwhile, Killian? I highly doubt it. It’s the difference between “all bark but no bite” (Killian) and vice versa. One is just better.

- I agree on that! I’m just saying that IRL, the friends that stick will stick around. No amount of distance can TRULY crush any friendship. No doubt. Meanwhile… him relying on his friends as his family? Idk. There’s a difference between “My friends are my family” and “my friends can replace my family.” One is a MASSIVE cope and the other is just having close platonic/non-traditional family relationships. I still say Ireland would’ve given him time to grieve, properly, and become a more stable/stronger person. Just because something is harder to do doesn’t mean it’s the wrong choice.

- They are healthier!! You’re so right. And yeah, Staz and Ethan are similar but not the same people BUT… Will ALWAYS gave me the wrong vibes. I don’t vibe w/ hypocrites, and he is a MASSIVE one, considering him and Jude are EXTREMELY alike (Will just have the advantage of not having a horrible relationship w/ his Mother, otherwise I GUARANTEE he would’ve made similar if not the same choices). HOWEVER, the dynamics are EERILY similar. Two soft boys from subtly troubled homes change the perspective of two much more damaged, aggressive boys? Yeah, apologies if this wasn’t the correct read in the slightest, but both couples sort of gave me those vibes tbh. Although not ENTIRELY, clearly, as they are both complex enough to not be carbon copies (I realized this might’ve been insulting and so sorry if it is. I’m not trying to say that at all, they just follow the same TROPES.)

- You were an EXCELLENT writer (I mean your characters than were ten times more complex than mine are NOW), I just think the plot needed the characters to do what it needed them to do and there wasn’t a lot of time for diversions. Also, it really isn’t your fault if they were “a nightmare.” Hollywood/etc. LOVES the dysfunctional friendships. Just look at Riverdale! White Lotus (if you need a more updated example)! Gossip Girl! Literally any superhero movie. It’s just more fun for friends to sort of hate each others guts, unfortunately. ESPECIALLY in Young Adult media. Benji is still a bad friend to Ethan and Gideon tho… I will DIE on this hill (plus Sonnet and Ethan are the platonic soulmates we never got to see).

And that’s it! Thank you so much for your time!! I hope I never veered into disrespectful or rude while writing this. I feel like I did at multiple points so if I have, I am extremely sorry, clearly not my intention. I have a HUGE amount of respect to you and obviously, these are tour books, I just was curious to see if you would hate these tbh. All the love <3 Have a great day/evening!!!!

Cheers :)

This was super respectfully worded and I really appreciate the perspective! As the writer, it's sometimes hard for me to imagine how things can be interpreted differently than I intend, so I appreciate these kinds of honest perspectives. It gives me a lot to consider when writing in the future! Thanks for sharing! :)

[nox140497]

Prompt List

General prompts

1. “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

2. “It’s you. It always has been.”

3. “You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

4. “Kiss me.”

5. “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” 

6. “You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”

7. “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

8. “I’d do anything for you.” 

9. “You took all the pillows, so I’m using you as one.”

10. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

11. “I’m so proud of you.” 

12. “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

13. “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

14.“You are my family.”

15. “I’m right here.”

16. “Can you just please hold me?” 

17. “I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

18. “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

19. “You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/her/him/them) home.” 

20. “I just want to see you happy.”

21. “I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.” 

22. “You made me a better person. Thank you.” 

23. “I’d rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with some (girl/boy/person) I barely know.”

24. “This reminded me of you.” 

25. “Your hair is really soft.”

26. “You’re really warm.”

27. “Are you blushing?”

28. “Can I stay here tonight?”

29. “Because I love you.”

30. “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

31. “I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

32. “Make a wish!”

33. “I love seeing you smile.”

34. “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

35. “I just want to be there for you.”

36. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

37. “You’re just a softie.”

38. “You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

39. “You’re safe now, I’m here.”

40. “Why are you scared of loving?”

41. “You are crushing me right now.”

42. “Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

43. “I love you.”

44. “You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

45. “Take my hand. Just trust me.”

46. “You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

47. “At least let me clean it.”

48. “I told you to take care of yourself.”

49. “You’re the only thing that matters.”

50. “Stay.”

51. “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

52. “You promised you’d stop drinking.” “And you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!″

53. “You promised you’d stop drinking.” “And you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!″

54. “I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?”

55. “Maybe they were right. You never did change.” 

56. “This is all in my head. It’s all happening in my head.”

57. “Don’t you dare walk away from this!” 

58. “What gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused.”

59. “You’ve changed.”

60. “You win, happy?”

61. “I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

62. “I wish we never met.”

63. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

64. “You deserve so much better.”

65. “I can’t keep playing pretend.”

66. “Leave.”

67. “What am I in your life? Because as of lately, I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

68. “I don’t need help! I need an end to this pain.”

69. “You promised.”

70. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

71. “Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

72. “You just threw four years of friendship out the window.”

73. “You broke me.”

74. “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say. Just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.” 

75. “They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.” 

76. “I loved you. I loved you so so much, but you hurt me.” 

77. “I would’ve done anything for you.”

78. “I was happier with you.”

79. “They were perfect for each other.”

80. “I never would’ve thought (she/he/they)’d end up with someone else.”

81. “I risked my life for you.”

82. “You deserve better.”

83. “Move out of my way before I make you.”

84. “What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after. Sometimes it’s just once upon a time.” 

85. “I miss the old you.”

86. “You’re not you.”

87. “Let me go.”

88. “When did you stop loving me?”

89. “It’s always been (her/him/them).”

90. “Its (her/him/them), isn’t it?”

91. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

92. “Why did you wait until I moved on?”

93. “Any other lies left to tell me?”

94. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

95. “Have you been sleeping?”

96. “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

97.“I wasn’t lying when i told you that I loved you.”

98. “I won’t hurt you.”

99. “Don’t let go.” 

100. “Do you want that?”

101. “Just let me stay.”

102. “Can I at least tell my side of the story?” 

103. “Do you trust me?” 

104. “Are you flirting with me?”

105. “Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

106. “Just let me see (her/him/them) one last time. Please.”

107. “Are you afraid to die?”

108. “You look happy.” “I’m sorry, do I know you?” 

109. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” 

110. “Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

111. “Don’t let go.” 

112. “Just let me stay.”

113. “Come home.”

114. “I hope you’re happy.”

115. “They don’t need to know.”

116. “I made this for you.”

117. “Why is arson always your first answer?”

118. “Is this really the time for jokes?” “Is this really the time for jokes?” 

119. “You always do this.” 

120. “Wake me up when it’s over.” 

121. “Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

122. “It’s not my choice.”

123. “Can we take this home?”

124. “Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?” 

125. “I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”

126. “(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”

127. “Are they dead?”

128. “You want to play pretend? Well, two can play at that game.”

129. “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

130. “Come back to bed. Please.” “You’re who they warned me about.” 

131. “You’re who they warned me about.” 

132. “Come back.”

133. “You should’ve listened to me.”“I haven’t seen you in days.” 

134. “I haven’t seen you in days.” 

135. “Are you jealous?”

136. “Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

137. “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” 

138. “Why is there a deer in the room?” 

139. “It’s pouring rain. Why are you here?”

140. “Where are you?”

141. “I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

142. “What happened?”

143. “Have you been taking care of yourself?”

144.“Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now. What does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

145. “Is that my book?”

146. “What’s wrong with your hand?”

147. “Is there a problem?”

148. “You never listen to me.”

149. “Do you see me laughing?”

150. “I don’t like this.”

151. “What the fuck is this?”

152. “Listen carefully.”

153. “Sounds kinky.”

154. “Do we have a problem?”

155. “I do not snore.”

156. “Did you get lost?”

157. “That’s a lot of cupcakes.”

158. “What smells like peaches?”

159. “I didn’t say it was a good idea.”

160. “You need to get out of there!”

161. “Think about what you’re doing.”

162. “You could have died.”

163. “I’m glad you’re here.”

164. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

165. “You should be more specific.”

166. “Who is that?”

167. “Don’t forget your coat.”

168. “Where’s my shirt?”

169. “You’re sick and you need to rest.”

170. “I was set up.”

171. “Don’t be so shy.”

172. “Wanna tell me what you’re doing in my kitchen at 3 am in the morning?”

173. “What is this about?”

174. “That shirt is awful. It would look better on the floor.”

175. “Don’t be stupid.”

176. “I am your superior and you will respect me.”

177. “Don’t you dare disobey another order.”

178. “Maybe you should go lay down.”

179. “Mind if I join you?”

180. “I’m not crazy.”

181. “This is my choice.”

182. “I’m not leaving.”

183. “Can I come in?”

184. “Sit down and shut up.”

185. “I can explain.”

186. “I double dare you.”

187. “I feel great.”

188. “Have it your way.”

189. “Diner is served.”

190. “Your wish is my command.”

191. “Enjoy your time off.”

192. “Where have you been?”

193. “Be safe.”

194. “How long have you been standing there?”

195. “When it happens to you enough you just learn to pick up on it.”

196. “It’s okay. I’m used to it.”

197. “I didn’t like you anyway.”

198. “Get out and don’t come back.”

199. “You’re everything to me, yet I’m nothing to you.”

200. “Please can we just talk this out?”

201. “There is nothing more we can do.”

202. “Stay with me!”

203. “Don’t look at me like that.”

204. “You know damn well why things are the way they are.”

205. “I never meant to fall in love with you.”

206. “Let go.”

207. “I hate you, but I think I hate myself more.”

208. “Look at me! C'mon, don’t do this!”

209. “I regret it all.”

210. “No. Don’t you dare shut me out!”

211. “You mean so much to me. Please let me help.”

212. “We can never start agian.”

213. “You’re gonna make it, just stay awake.”

214. “I promised myself I wouldn’t let anyone break my heart, yet here you are.”

215. You’re stronger than you think you are.

216. Nothing can hurt you, as long as I am here.

217. We love you!

218. You seem to have an untapped power within you. Whether you use it for good, or evil, is up to you.

219. I’ll beat the shit out of you for hurting them!/They’re our friend!

220. We will never judge you. You are perfect the way you are.

221. Kiss on the forehead; I hope we're together forever.

222. Don't ask for a kiss, take one.

223. This is me trying not to scare you away.

224. Slow dancing in the dark.

225. You make me feel safe.

226. You're being all cute and sweet it's making me want to kiss you.

227. You deserve someone who values you.

228. Shut up and kiss me.

229. No way... you're actually jealous

230. What is your problem?

231. If I could, I'd kiss away all your scars.

232. Please kiss me already.

233. Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy.

234. Please don't leave me.

235. I thought you didn't want me.

236. It was just a bad dream. None of it was real.

Harry Potter Specific prompts

1. "That potion is all wrong."

2. "Get your wand out of my face."

3. "We need to get you to the hospital wing!"

4. "Why can't they do the sorting after dinner? I'm starving!"

5. "Typical 'insert House name' ."

6. "Do you want to study by the lake?"

7. "Are you okay? That bludger nearly took your head off!"

8. "Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?"

9. "You look...amazing."

10. "Do you want to dance?"

11. "They say the Shrieking Shack is haunted...we should check it out."

12. "It's bloody freezing!"

13. "Woah, looks like you bought the whole of Honeydukes!"

14. "I'll never get the hang of this spell."

15. "That was amazing!"

16. "I'm...struggling to think of a happy enough memory for the patronus charm."

17. "Watch it, you nearly put me in the fireplace!"