#pebbles has nightmares about them actually dating

[lyss-butterscotch]

OKAY HOW ABOUT YOU EXPLAIN SIG’S UNREQUITED LOVE TOWARDS MOON INSTEAD OF SYSTEM FAILURE

I love you anon you got my back. Also double ask uwu

[skinnyducky]

excuse me, i love you // v.h.

requested by @thatmultifandomlovingmf

a/n i hope this lives up to your expectation ! i had an idea prior to writing this and i thought it would be nice to sort of mingle the two ! sorry, if this wasn’t what you wanted ! and also same, i still don’t know my ff terms that well either :D

Word Count: 1535, edited

WARNING: fluff, language, fluff.. and more fluff.

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Vinnie and you were chilling in his room, lying on his bed. Well, at least he was chilling. You were cuddled into his side and fast asleep—college will do that to you. He took this chance to admire you. He truly loved everything about you, and it made him think: how was he so fortunate to have someone like you? Sure, you’d been best friends for a long time, but that didn’t mean anything—at least to him it didn’t. This thought danced around in his mind, and he recalled back to the event that started your relationship…

 Two years ago…

 It was a Friday night and Vinnie was sitting in his room, scrolling through Instagram and liking whatever random photos popped up on his feed. This wasn’t how he typically spent his Friday nights. Normally he’d be with his best friend, you. However, due to a series of unfortunate events—aka Jackson Dougland asking you out on a date—he was left to his own devices.

As he sat at the edge of his bed, he wandered why him? What made Jackson Dougland so great that you actually entertained going on a date with him? He was just your average dimwit who cared more about his sport achievements than anything else. You deserved better than someone who was just going to use you as a trophy; you deserved Vinnie—or at least that’s what he thought.

Vinnie was unsure of when and why he started to develop a crush on you. Maybe it was because you’re the only girl who really understood him, maybe it was because you’ve been best friends for years, or it could be from the fact that you appeared in every one of his dreams—and that includes the nightmares with Elmo. There was just something about you that made his love for you shift from platonic to romantic, and he had no clue why. He couldn’t tell you that though. For one, it’d be embarrassing if you rejected him. And two, he couldn’t bare to risk your friendship. So, he thought it’d be better to conceal his feelings than to let them pour out.

As he mindlessly stared at his phone, he heard a slight tap at the window. He fell into confusion as he looked over to see nothing there. Shrugging it off, he went back to looking at the small screen in his hands, but once again, there was a tap at the window.

“What the hell?” Vinnie muttered to himself, getting up and going to check out the ruckus. He opened the window and stuck his head out, finding no sign of where the tapping could’ve come from. That was until he was hit in the face with a pebble.

“OUCH, dammit!” He shouted as he rubbed his throbbing cheek. He looked down to see who the culprit was, only to find you standing there. “Y/n? What the hell?”

“Sorry,” you sighed. Vinnie noticed something different about your demeanor. Normally you were happy and cheery, but right now you were the complete opposite, from the slight frown on your face to your hunched stature.

“Can I come in?”

Vinnie nodded and rushed downstairs to open the door for you. Letting you in, he led the two of you back upstairs and into his room. Once you were inside, he shut the door and watched as you plopped down face-first on his bed.

“What’re you doing here?” Vinnie asked, leaning against the door. “Aren’t you supposed to be on your date with Dougland?”

You let out a groan and sat up, looking your best friend in the eye. “I was, but then I found out he had other motives.”

“What do you mean by ‘other motives’?”

“He didn’t really wanna go out with me. He was just using me for sex.” You said, fiddling with your thumbs. “I was just another notch on his belt; another girl he could brag about getting with to his buddies.”

Vinnie frowned as he sat next to you. “I’m sorry that happened.”

“It’s like, why me? What did I do to deserve this?”

“Completely nothing.”

“I thought he was so sweet. He went on and on about how we were gonna go to homecoming together, and that he wanted to spend the rest of high school with me. But come to find out, it was nothing but lies.”

“I know, I know.” Vinnie sighed. He hated seeing you down, especially in this instance. You deserved nothing but complete happiness, and the fact that someone came along and ruined that for you, it pained him. “You don’t deserve that.”

“Maybe I do,” You replied, your voice breaking. “Maybe this was a sign that love isn’t for me.”

Vinnie shook his head as he looked at you. “Now, Y/n.”

You groaned, “It’s the truth. Think about it, no guy has ever shown interest in me before, and if they have, they’re either like Jackson or they’re in middle school.”

“That’s a lie and you know it.”

“No, it’s not. I’m just gonna have to face the facts: I’m meant to be alone.”

“Y/n-“

“I should’ve known better.”

“Y/n-“

“Nobody would ever want me.”

Vinnie growled, getting up from beside you. “There are people who want you, Y/n! You’re just too blind to see it!”

You scoffed. “Oh yeah, and who might that be? And if you say one of your baseball boys, I swear to god-“

“Me, Y/n…it’s me.”

You finally stopped your yapping and sat there in shock. Vinnie felt at peace, glad that he was able to get you to calm down. However, that peace was disrupted once he soon realized what he had said. “Oh, shit.” He mumbled to himself, although it was loud enough for you to hear.

“What’d you just say?”

“Oh shit.” He repeated, though he knew what you were referring to.

“Not that, idiot, what you said before that.”

He sighed, sitting back down. “Fine. I said that I want you. And before you go off the rails, I truly meant what I said. I don’t know when I started having feelings for you, but I do know that they’re strong. I get that we’ve been best friends for a while and it’s weird, but I just can’t help the way I feel for you.”

“Vinnie, I-“

“I completely understand if you don’t feel the same, I don’t expect you to.”

“Vin-“

“Just promise me that we can still be friends. I don’t know what I’d do without-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you smashed your lips against his. He was taken aback; so many thoughts were roaming around in his head which was nearly on the verge of combusting. When you pulled back, the two of you looked into each other’s eyes for a good minute.

“Wow.” He breathed, causing you to laugh. “I was not expecting that.”

“I could tell.” You grinned. “Do you really mean all of that…all of what you said?”

He nodded. “Of course, I do, Y/n. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it. I care about you, and it sucks to hear you go on and on about not finding someone when I’m right here, someone who wants to be with you for you and not for your body or anything. I love you, like so fucking much.”

A smile crept onto your face as your hands found their way to the back of Vinnie’s neck. “You are absolutely too pure for this world, Vin.”

The boy laughed keeping his eyes fixed on yours. “I honestly don’t know what to say. No one has ever said something that sweet and meaningful to me. Maybe it’s because you’re my best friend but hearing it from you feels ten times better.” You smiled. “You mean a lot to me, Vinnie. The fact that I mean that much to you, it’s sweet.”

“This feels like a friendzone speech.” Vinnie said as his shoulders fell.

“I wouldn’t have kissed you if I was planning on friendzoning you.” You chuckled, stroking his head. “I really wanna try this out.”

“You mean like…you for real wanna go out? This isn’t for play-play?”

“Yeah. I feel like we’ve always been a couple. It just took some maturing, a moment of weakness, and one of us to say something for us to figure it out. And now, since we’ve figured it out…I think we should try and see where it goes.”

Vinnie gulped, “But what if it doesn’t work out? I don’t wanna lose you, Y/n.”

“And you won’t.” You reassured. “We’ve been in each other’s lives far to long to just walk out. I have no intention of leaving anytime soon.”

“If that’s the case, then I guess all that’s left to ask is…Y/n, do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes, Vinnie. I would love to go out with you.”

 Flashback over…

 As the scene left Vinnie’s head, he couldn’t help but grin. Two years ago, he would’ve never thought being with you would be possible. But here he was together with you. He had all he could ask for.

And he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hi!! do you have any good insecure/low self esteem Sherlock fics? thank you!

Hi Nonny!

AHHHH I’ve too many to count; I did a list back in 2019 that combined the both of them, but I get asked so often for one or the other that I think it’s time to make separate lists, and to do that requires me to re-tag a tonne of fics, so for now, I will give you all the ones I have tagged; I apologize if I’ve missed any, but I’m going through them slowly <3 Enjoy!!

INSECURE / AWKWARD SHERLOCK Pt. 2

See also: Insecure / Awkward John or Sherlock (Jan 2019)

The Four Incidents by TheGirlWithRedHair22 (K+, 1,064 w., 1 Ch. || S1 Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, John Whump, Accident, John POV, Hand Holding, Worried Sherlock, Sherlock’s Self Esteem) – The first time John was present when someone insulted Sherlock, he brushed it off as a strange coincidence.

Together is What we Have, Together Protects Us by Phantom of the Black Pearl (K+, 1,566 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship / Platonic or Slash, Hurt/Comfort, Insecure Sherlock, Worried Sherlock, Slice of Life) – After a case one evening in the flat Sherlock voices a concern that causes the pair to consider why they've chosen to stick together after all that's happened.

Like Euphoria and Scotch by FinAmour (M, 1,856 w., 1 Ch. || Five and One, Alcohol / Drinking, POV Second Person Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Imagination, Armchair Sex, Fluff, Happy Ending) – 5 different ways it all could have gone + the one way it actually works itself out.

Five Times Sherlock gave John a Pebble and One Time John Returned the Gesture by grimmfairy (NR, 1,895 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Fluff, Penguins and Pebbles, Nervous / Pining Sherlock, Oblivious John) – Sherlock isn't good with words, so he decides to tell John his feelings the way penguins do, by bringing him pebbles with different meanings. John catches on.

The Imminent Danger of a Tumblr-Night by Loveismyrevolution (T, 2,135 w., 1 Ch. || Tumblr Fics, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock is Out of His Depth, Humour, Fluff, Pining Sherlock, Military Kink, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock gets into trouble when he pretends to know all about John's favourite social media site - tumblr. To save face he seeks help from one of the bloggers and gains more answers than he had aimed for.

Work On Your Balance by speculate (K+, 2,448 w., 1 Ch. || Embarrassed Sherlock, “For A Case”, Skating, Fluff, Friendship, Humour) – In which John is actually pretty good at ice skating, Sherlock's not and insists it's all for a case , and Lestrade is pretty amused by it all.

The Many Faces of Concern by sdrawkcabemdaer5 (K+, 2,473 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Angsty Fluff, John Whump, Mildly Clueless Sherlock) – John is injured on a case, leading to some surprising reactions and discoveries about their friendship.

Nothing Left Untouched by ForeverShippingJohnlock (K+, 2,617 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Romance, Bed Sharing, Oblivious Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Grumpy John, Fluff and Cuddles) – Sherlock rearranges the flat. So what if John's bedroom is now a research library. It's not like John needs a bedroom, he can share with Sherlock. They're friends and John has obviously slept in close quarters with men before and it's not like Sherlock sleeps much anyway. It'll be fine.

Closeted by Sexxica (E, 2,762 w., 1 Ch. || Trapped in a Closet, Panicking Sherlock, Hand Jobs, Coming in Pants, Awkward Conversations, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluffy Ending) – An improvised hiding spot and a bit of accidental voyeurism leave John and Sherlock in an awkward position.

Reversed by whitchry9 (K+, 3,072 w., 6 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Medical Anomalies, John Gets Shot) – The man pointed his gun at John's chest, right at his heart, and shot.' Wherein John is shot, and Sherlock is the one panicking.

Study in Sherlock by chappysmom (K+, 3,790 w., 1 Ch. || ASiP, Friendship, Introspection, Anxious Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, Stroppy Sherlock) – Sherlock's thoughts and feelings during A Study in Pink. What DID he think of John, and why was he being so NICE?

Date Night by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 4,451 w., 1 Ch. || Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Caring John, Schmoopy Fluff, Fidget Cube, Baking / Cooking, Date Night, Established Relationship, POV Sherlock Holmes, Understanding John, Grumpy Sherlock, John’s Bum, Kisses, Hugs, Domestic Fluff, Touching, Hair Petting, Light Humour) – It's John and Sherlock's first Date Night as an official couple and Sherlock needs it to be PERFECT. Mrs Hudson helps. Part 7 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Sherlock and John Go Clubbing by wendymarlowe (E, 4,716 w., 3 Ch. || Clubbing, Dirty Talk, Dancing, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Bi John, For a Case, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Sherlock is Lost for Words, Sexy John, Mutual Pining, Possessive John, Floor Sex/Hand Job/Frottage) – John pinched the bridge of his nose - even for Sherlock, this was a new level of no bloody boundaries. “You want me to go with you to a gay club, wait around twiddling my thumbs while I let you get pawed by a criminal, then out-flirt him and talk you into coming home with me instead?” Part 32 of John and Sherlock's Kinky First Times

Applied Linguistics by what_alchemy (M, 4,837 w., 1 Ch. || Possessive / Anxious Sherlock, Introspection, Bed Sharing, Past John Whump, Est. Rel., Marriage Proposal, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Word Play) – “He wants to shake John by the shoulders, wants to open his mouth and swallow John whole. Wants to marry him.” Sherlock searches for the right words.

Sleeping next to you by Salambo06 (E, 5,018 w, 2 Ch. || ASiB Fic, Bed Sharing, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Rimming, Anal, First Kiss/Time, POV Sherlock) – Based on an Anonymous Prompt: "So, that scene from ASiB when Mrs H has been attacked by the American CIA guy & John, Sherlock & she are in Mrs H's kitchen when John says "She’ll have to sleep upstairs in our flat tonight. We need to look after her." to which Sherlock replies with "no". John of course suggested that because he cares about her safety, but maybe he also did it cause he /wanted/ that to happen. What if they finally agreed on letting her have John's or Sherlock's bed & J&S sleep in the same one?" Part 12 of Tumblr Collection

Nothing So Sweet by alexxphoenix42 (E, 5,275 w., 1 Ch. || Shopkeeper AU || Beekeeping, Sussex, Alternate First Meeting, Awkward First Time Sex, Self-Consciousness / Body Insecurity, Fluff, Hand Jobs) – In an alternate universe, Sherlock is busy keeping to himself, tending his bees, and selling lovely jars of honey when a soldier limps into his life quite unexpectedly. Part 1 of The Sweetest Things

My First, My Only, and My Forever by vintagelilacs (E, 6,220 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Bum, John’s Scar, Sherlock POV, Body Worship, Fingering, Bottomlock, Promise of Forever / Proposals, Misunderstanding, First Kiss/Time, Loss of Virginity, Virginity Kink, Seduction) – Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He was missing a vital piece of data, he was sure. John had been looking at him oddly ever since they left Buckingham Palace, and the ensuing incident with Irene Adler had only exacerbated his erratic behaviour. What was it? Why would he care that Sherlock was a virgin? There was nothing reminiscent of mockery or pity in his gaze. And then it hit him. John Watson was aroused.

Time on my hands by Mildredandbobbin (M, 7,179 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-S3, One Night Stands, Mutual Pining, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Sexual Exploration / Discovery, Desperation, Body Worship) – Virginity’s a construct, a concept—what does losing one’s virginity entail for a gay man anyway? Sherlock wants to fill that particular gap in his knowledge but John won’t, can’t, never will assist and there’s only so much desperately unspoken pining even Sherlock can take.

The Very Unlikely Existence of a Flightless Bird in a Tuxedo by cwb (E, 8,829 w., 1 Ch. || Poetry, Penguins / Animals / Zoos, First Kiss / Time, Blow / Hand Jobs, Sleepy Cuddles, Endearments, Friendship / Love, Adorable / Sleepy Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock Can’t Say Penguin) – A case at the zoo reveals something John finds cute about Sherlock. A conversation ensues, and so does happy endings.

Always the sun by Rose de Sharon (K+, 12,377 w., 3 Ch. || Song Fic, Alternate Post-TGG, Friendship/Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection / Reflection, Injury Recovery, Obsessive / Protective Sherlock, Nightmares, John’s Past, Bed Sharing / Cuddles) – Sherlock ponders about how much his life has changed since John has become his flatmate.

Understanding by rizandace (T, 13,268 w., 15 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Worried Sherlock, John Whump Then Sherlock Whump) – Sherlock's hiding something about his newest case, and John wants answers. Set post-TGG. Friendship fic, mostly, with brief entrances from Harry and Lestrade just for fun.

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

Pattern Behaviour by SilentAuror (E, 14,835 w., 1 Ch. || POV First Person Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Stroppy Sherlock, Light Humour, Friendship, John Takes Care of Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Wall Kisses, Fluffy Angst, Happy Ending) – Sherlock doesn't even know why he resents John's dates so much. Until the day he does know. Slight angst, unrequited feelings (but don't let that scare you off!)

The Burning of the Leaves by blueink3 (M, 15,915 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Angst, Reichenbach, Parentlock, Past Jolto, Idiot John, Sherlock’s a Mess, Puppies, Fluff, Possessive / Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Matchmaker Sholto, Melancholic Feelings, Emotional Sherlock, Domesticity, Love Confessions in the Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Pet Names, Panic Attack) – After the events of series 4, Major Sholto invites John and Sherlock to lunch one day. It nearly proves to be too much for their tenuous relationship as the past haunts the present, putting the future that Sherlock so desperately wants at risk.

A Silver Sixpence by _doodle (NC-17, 16,400 w., 2 Ch. || LJ Fic || For a Case / Case Fic, Fake Relationship, Humour, Romance, Marriage Proposal, Awkward Idiots, Cuddling, Touching, Kissing, Love Confessions, Bed Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fake Until It’s Not, Schmoop and Fluff, Bottomlock) – “John, we need to get married. It’s for a case, not any romantic notions on my part pertaining to our partnership,” Sherlock said, with brutal honesty, and without even looking up.

Hope for Heroes by Richefic (K+, 16,887 w., 5  Ch. || Post-TGG Fic, Introspection / Flashbacks, Friendship/Epic Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Worried/Anxious Sherlock, Sherlock Admires John, BAMF John, John Deduces, Fancy Party, John’s Self Esteem, Domestics) – In the final moments of "The Great Game" Holmes hopes he will have the chance to tell his flatmate that he was wrong. Heroes do exist after all and the one in front of him is called Dr John Watson.

Between Friends by SilentAuror (E, 18,036 w., 1 Ch. || Post S3, Alternating POV, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Abduction, Awkward Situations / Miscommunications, Porn With Feels, Blowjobs, Pining, Unrequited, Angst With Happy Ending) – Sherlock gets abducted. As John discovers him tied up naked in an empty storage facility and comes to rescue him, Sherlock's body has an unfortunate reaction which triggers a series of events. John is convinced that everything will be fine as long as they never discuss it. Sherlock isn't as sure...

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

A Quiet Life by DiscordantWords (M, 25,176 w., 6 Ch. || Post S4, Retirement, POV Sherlock, Awkwardness, Established Relationship, Family Dynamics, Minor Character Death, Questionable Parenting Choices, Non-Linear Narrative, 20 Year Old Rosie, Meddling Mycroft, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Angst, Sherlock Whump) – There had been three days of silence and a funeral. Sherlock had the terrible feeling that whatever happened next would depend, entirely, on him.

Rupert Street by WritingOutLoud (M, 27,262 w., 9 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Case Fic, Sexuality, Demisexual Sherlock, Drugging, Smart John, Sherlock Has Internalized Biphobia, Fluff, Angst with Happy Ending, Gay Bar, Flirting, John Manipulates Sherlock to Eat, John Deduces, Arguments, Kidnapping/Torture, Hospitalization, John Whump) – Discharged from the war with nothing but the clothes on his back and a realisation of his bisexuality, John Watson has to learn who he’s become. He can’t afford London on an army pension, but the city is the only friend he has. In an effort to understand his newfound queer identity, he heads to a bar one night, where he stumbles across a mysterious stranger who turns his life upside down. ‘I dug around inside myself, and I'm not quite sure what I found, but it was beautiful and terrifying all at the same time.’

The Wisteria Tree by SilentAuror (E, 29,773 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Emotional Love Making, Amnesia/Memory Loss, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Sherlock POV, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, First Times, Hurt/Comfort, Est. Rel., Retirement) – Sherlock wakes up from a month-long coma only to discover that he has no memory of the previous six years to his own shock as well as John's...

A Home for Us by sussexbound (M, 30,581 w., 12 Ch. || Scars, Bedsharing, Grief, Doctor John, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Implied/Referenced Torture, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation, Heavy Emotions, Clingy Sherlock, Hallucinations, Disassociation, Emotional Turmoil) – He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted. He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

Deck the Halls by itsalwaysyou_jw (T, 31,018 w., 24 Ch. || Advent Fic / Multiple One-Shots, Assorted Tags) – One Johnlock ficlet for every day leading up to Christmas. Who is ready for pining, first kisses, established Johnlock, and everything in between? This collection of stand-alone ficlets will have it all.

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost...magical.

a good old-fashioned happy ending by darcylindbergh (E, 32,731 w., 26 Ch. || Christmas, Frottage, Comfort, Est. Rel., Fluff, Insecure Sherlock, Frottage, Nightmares, Sleepy Sherlock, Marriage Proposal, Humour, Fluff, Dancing, Cooking, Happy Ending) – For Christmas this year, Sherlock wants to get John something special: something every fairytale deserves. Part 2 of things fairy tales are made of

carrying up his morning tea by darcylindbergh (E, 34,504 w., 5 Ch. || Post S3, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes/Funerals, Estranged John, Pining Sherlock, Depression/Insecurity, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain/Injury, Reconciliation, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Scars, Angst With Happy Ending) – His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

Nothing to Make a Song About by emmagrant01 (E, 36,833 w., 10 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Time, Reunion, Jealous John, Pining Sherlock, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, Sherlock Has a Boyfriend) – When Sherlock returned from his faked death, John could not forgive him for the deception and broke off their friendship. Ten years later, John returns to London in search of yet another new beginning. Sherlock, not surprisingly, is waiting.

The Unfinished Letters by SilentAuror (E, 37,391 w., 1 Ch. || Post S3 / S3 / HLV Fix it, Angst with Happy Ending, Romance, Infidelity, Depression, Case Fic, POV Third Person Sherlock, Love Confessions, Pining Sherlock, Letters) – A fire at Baker Street leads John to read something he was never intended to see: a notebook of half-written, unfinished letters Sherlock wrote during his time away...

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords (M, 39,968 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It || Grief / Mourning, Victor Trevor, Friendship, Sherlock is Not Okay, Nightmares/Flashbacks/Panic Attacks, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John Comes Home) – Baker Street is very much the same. Only different. And Sherlock is just trying not to drown.

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w., 18 Ch. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

A Goose Quill Dipped in Venom by Polyphony (M, 52,748 w., 16 Ch. || Celebrity John AU || Alternate First Meeting, TV Host John, Supermodel Mary, Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Case Fic, First Kiss/Time, Meddling Mycroft, Drug Abuse, Doctor John, PDA, Deductions, POV Sherlock, Toplock, Sexual Tension, Angry/Rough Sex, Hopeful Ending, Asperger’s Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, is called in to a very ordinary although brutal murder. Something is badly out of tune with the whole scenario and Sherlock finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with the crime - and also with the victim.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of SpaceBois go to Space

The Thing Is by TSylvestris (E, 56,743 w., 21 Ch. || Case Fic, Dev. Rel., Anal/Oral, Blow Jobs, Meddling Mycroft, Drama, Romance, Humour, Casual Encounters, Pining Idiots, Possessive Sherlock, Orgasm Delay, Rough / Alley Sex, Public Sex, John Whump, Drugged John, Emotional Love Making, Awkward Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Switchlock) – The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed. Part 1 of Nitroglycerine

One Little Change by jadztone (E, 58,312 w., 12 Ch. || ASiB Divergence, Fake Relationship, Bed Sharing, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Bi John / Gay Demisexual Sherlock, Switchlock, Alternating POV, Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Case Fic, Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Love Making, Butt Plugs, Cuddles) – Our story begins right after John and Sherlock's first meeting with Irene Adler in September. It splits off into an AU that imagines them taking a case where they act as bait to hook a killer targeting closeted gays in secret relationships. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, many things happen that have our boys wondering if maybe they have a chance with each other. Then Irene fakes her death on Christmas Eve, and things get a lot more complicated - especially since they still have a killer to catch.

The Burning by SrebrnaFH (M, 60,658 w., 24 Ch. || Reverse Reichenbach, Suicide, Depression, Hurt Sherlock / John, Separation, BAMF John, Good Big Brother Mycroft, Angst, Implied/Referenced Torture, Fake Character Death, Rescue Mission, Reconciliation / Reunion, Hospitalization, Marriage Proposal, Illnesses, Physical Therapy, Happily Ever After) – Something went very, very wrong. John had seemed, if not happy, then reasonably content with his life. Sherlock had never predicted something like THIS might have happened. Not in his worst nightmares. He was the lousiest friend ever, apparently. At least Mycroft found him something to occupy his mind with, so that he didn't have to go back to 221B and stare at the walls and the chair, where John Watson would never sit again.

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”  

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Sussex, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Background Case Fic) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w., 36 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Alternate Future AU || Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky Sherlock, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Oral Sex, Case Fic, Emotional Love Making, Bath Time Fun) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It's 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn't need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton  (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) – Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

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DATING GOT7 HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ BamBam

A ⇴ AFFECTION

BamBam is more than happy to cling to you, he loves any type of attention, and if affection gives it to him, he’ll happily take it. The second you leave him he’ll pout and groan until you’re back with him once again.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

He was full of confidence, which quickly pulled your attention towards him at the event you both attended. He tried to play it cool, but he could feel your eyes looking in his direction, enjoying the attention you gave him. Being BamBam, he couldn’t help but push things a little more, but when he tripped over his own leg, he quickly regretted it.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

After his little mishap, he thought it was game over for trying to impress you, but when you appeared in front of him with a drink to check if he was alright, he was beyond surprised. BamBam quickly pulled himself together, shrugging it off as no big deal even if his ankle throbbed. He invited you to sit with him whilst he accepted the drink, and after talking for a while, he asked if you wanted to get out of the place with him.

D ⇴ DATES

There’s never a boring date with BamBam, he loves fun, and loves spoiling you too which creates the perfect conversation. He equally loves active and recreational dates, but also is fond to a nice restaurant where he can show you a different, much calmer side to him. He hates dates at home, he likes getting out and doing things, and exploring with you. You worry sometimes about being out in public so often for your dates, but BamBam is always quick to reassure you and put your mind at ease, putting your safety as his biggest priority.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

He’d had a few dates, maybe a couple of passionate nights, but nothing as serious as things were with you. He quite enjoyed being a flirt and having so much attention, but that all changed when he met you. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was about you that changed his personality so much, but he loved having a serious relationship. He loved waking up in the morning and still having someone there, or if he was having a hard time, knowing he had someone to talk to. After being with you, he never wanted to go back to being just the flirt again.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

There were times when BamBam could definitely be quite stubborn, but that never meant he liked arguing with you. If things began to get quite serious, he’d try to crack a joke or nervously laugh to brighten up the mood again, but when you didn’t smile back at him, he knew he was in trouble. He was usually a very calm and relaxed person but when you didn’t react and decided to drag out an argument longer than he wanted to then he’d get a bit frustrated, deciding to leave the room for a while and try again once the two of you had had some time apart to try and relax and clear your minds a bit.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You’d only ever met his family through calls and Skype, which BamBam hated. He couldn’t wait for the day when he could take you home and introduce you to all of his family. Similarly, they couldn’t wait to meet you either, each of them was desperate to be able to hug you in person and thank you for putting up with BamBam.

H ⇴ HOME

He never thought too much about you moving in with him, until after the first night you stayed over. He had butterflies for the rest of the day, the feeling of waking up beside you, and seeing how you both seamlessly settled into a routine around each other was something he definitely felt he could get used to.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

BamBam was the first one to say, ‘I love you,’ just as he left for tour. He didn’t know when he’d have the chance to see you or speak to you as he moved halfway around the world, and for him, there were no words greater to leave you with than those. The best bit was grabbing his phone when he landed to see you’d text, letting him know you loved him too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

No on tried harder to mask their jealousy then BamBam, but as soon as you’d confront him about it and the nervous laugh would appear again, you knew exactly what was happening. He’d slowly move closer towards you when he began to get jealous, little showers of affection would arrive that usually didn’t happen, and he’d talk to you, and only you, as much as possible. Each time he knew he’d get a lecture about how he had no reason to feel jealous when you were alone again, but sometimes he just couldn’t help the feeling.

K ⇴ KIDS

Having children was another subject he tried to remain calm about, but secretly he couldn’t wait for the day when he had little ones around for him to spoil. Whenever you asked him what he was thinking about he’d just say it was nothing but judging by his smile you knew he was thinking about something. Seeing you around children as well always made him smile, he knew there was no one else he wanted to have a family with.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

He loved to laugh and joke around, there were very few things in the world that BamBam found serious. Knowing that he made you smile, and laugh was the greatest honour for him, it didn’t matter how he did it, just knowing that he was the reason for it was enough. As already mentioned, he hated awkward tension or serious moments, so he’d often use his laughter and humour to try and bring a bit of light back to a situation, even if it wasn’t quite right for the situation, he’d do anything to get rid of the silences and tension.

M ⇴ MISSING

Before his first trip away from you, BamBam was pretty confident he’d be fine considering he’d spent years away from his family now. For the first couple of days, he was fine, but when he fell asleep in his hotel room alone for the first time, having spent the first few nights rooming with Yugyeom, he really began to miss you. The feeling of not having someone there with him through him completely, and then he began to spiral. All the little things that he began to take for granted with you by his side, built up every day. He never realised how much he actually depended on you being around until you were no longer there.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You tended to just call BamBam, ‘bam,’ considering he was so fond of his nickname anyway. He loved to call you, ‘princess,’ it would always make you chuckle, and make sure you knew he loved to spoil you.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your bum, he loved to lay over it or rest his hands against it when you weren’t expecting it, always making you jump and squeal.

P ⇴ PDA

No one could ever stop BamBam from being affectionate with you in public, he didn’t care at all what others thought. If he wanted to kiss you, he would, or if he wanted to wrap his arm around you, he’d do without a second thought. He wasn’t afraid to show you he loved you, no matter where the two of you were.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He’d love to ask for your opinion on the things he wore and his style. Shopping with BamBam at times was a nightmare, he was very meticulous on the things he wore, spending hours through the aisles, asking your opinion each time.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Being bilingual, BamBam was able to write in many languages, which often impressed you. In one of the languages that you couldn’t understand, he’d often leave little notes around for you to translate. It was a habit he often had when he was going on tour, scattering little notes around to remind you he loved you. He especially loved when you got the translations wrong and he’d have to sit and explain to you what it actually said.

S ⇴ SEX

He loved to try and dominate as he saw it as an opportunity to show off in front of you. Especially with how much his body has changed recently, he loves to impress you with his strength and move you around by lifting you high in the air. He craves a lot of attention, he wants to be able to feel your hands explore his body and feel your lips trace across his skin, just like he always does with you.

T ⇴ TEXTS

You’d receive many texts throughout the day from BamBam if you were busy. If he was at home alone, he’d ask you to come over, and beg you to finish your day at work sooner so that he could see you and cuddle you.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

He was very much a people person, who had plenty of friends, but out of all of them, every time, he’d choose you. No one connected with him like you did or understood all his quirks the way you’d learnt to.

V ⇴ VACATION

The minute BamBam had the chance to go on vacation, he was desperate to take you home. Weeks of planning had gone into your vacation to Thailand, both from him, but also his family. He promised you the adventure of a lifetime as he showed you all the places that meant the most to him, being able to make new memories with you.

W ⇴ WHINING

He loved attention, if he didn’t have your attention, he’d do absolutely anything to make sure he had it, he didn’t have any boundaries.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Again, he was very affectionate and clingy, and his kisses were no different. Luckily for him, you were absolutely obsessed with his lips and how they felt against your skin. Bambam’s kisses were often playful and teasing, inviting you for more, but he also knew when to give you something a bit more loving, especially if you’d had a bad day or you were beginning to fall asleep.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were the Pebbles to his BamBam, the two of you were the perfect match.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He sought great comfort from having you there beside him at night, he’d always like to have some sort of contact with you, even if it was just being able to hold your hand under the duvet, he’d take anything he could get.

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Do you have any camileda headcanons you'd be willing to share?

ÒωÓ D O I E V E R

Camilia loves her job at the hospital. When they first start dating (after a stable portal is made obvs), she just continues to do her daily thing. She worked hard for that medical degree damnit!!! But every single day after work she gathers up whatever stuff she needs to bring over to the demon realm and hops on over and just face plants on Eda’s couch. She has sometimes been so tired she’s accidentally falllen on top of King while he was napping. Whenever Luz sees her exhausted like this, she picks back up her old habit of karate chopping her moms back to help her relax (because that’s how they do it in cartoons). It helps her get out her ADHD energy by keeping her hands busy while she tells her mom about her day. Eda will usually take a seat on the other couch or an armchair and also listen in for a minute before removing Camilia’s glasses and hair tie to help her be more comfortable before getting up to go make dinner. Camilia wouldn’t admit it in the first few months of them dating, but that’s her favorite part of every day.

Camilia’s come home from work sometimes to see Eda in her human disguise and a nicer-than-usual outfit waiting for her in her porch and she knows Eda’s planned some kind of date for them for the night. It always warms her heart whenever she sees her do this because sometimes she needs some spontaneity in her life. Goodness knows she can’t rely on Luz to provide that for her all the time when she’s in the demon realm.

On that same note, there are some days where she walks up to Eda and buries her face into Eda’s neck and just hugs her because it was a really long/bad day and Eda just holds her for a while. Eda knows Camilia has some bad days and never holds it against her. Whenever she isn’t up to a night out, Eda just leads her inside and takes care of her, taking her glasses off and her bun out and telling her to relax on the couch and tell her about her day. Camilia has only cried once during these little calm-down sessions because she was so overwhelmed with how much she loves this woman; none of her previous relationships treated her like this. Eda finds herself making tea in the kitchen usually, sometimes dinner if she’s familiar enough with the ingredients (or if it’s something she can pop into her favorite human device: the microwave. She’ll never understand how that little box works but she loves it).

One days where their schedules don’t match up (sometimes Eda is at her human collectibles stand or delivering potions later than she expects) Camilia will try her best to make meals out of whatever Eda has in her kitchen. She and Eda have gone over what stuff is food and what stuff is potion ingredients v thoroughly, but sometimes she can’t remember and it limits her options. At that point she just hops back over to her own house in the human realm and whips up some chapea/chambre (@ my Dominican followers; is there a “right” word? Does it matter? I’ve read it just depends on what part of the country you’re from?). By the time she gets back to the Owl House, Eda’s walking through the front door and looks nearly dead on her feet and immediately perks up the moment she smells Camilia’s cooking. Eda finds it hard to admit out loud for the first several months that they’re dating that coming home to Camilia and her cooking is nothing short of paradise; she usually expresses her gratitude by engulfing Camilia in big sweeping hugs and peppering her face in kisses before they sit down to eat.

On THAT note - Luz can smell her mother’s cooking from a mile away and will barrel down anything in her way if it means she gets to eat her mom’s cooking. She has actually broken walls in the past from how hard she swings doors open. She’s dragged all her friends back to the Owl House on several occasions to try her mom’s food (they all love it) and their evenings are filled with so much laughter and love and warm food and full bellies; Eda will sometimes become strangely quiet during these moments. Once everyone’s gone home and she’s gone to bed she’ll be lying awake in her nest, staring at the ceiling and realize oh, that’s what a family is like. It makes her more emotional than she realizes and she’ll find herself either crying (happy tears) or kicking around like an excited little kid and stifling her own squeals of joy. She hates admitting to being a giant sap, but she’s finding that ever since Luz came into her life, she doesn’t actually mind that much.

Sometimes Eda will have nightmares that keep her from going back to sleep. Whenever that happens, she’ll leave a note for Luz on the kitchen table letting her know where she is before sneaking over to the human realm in the dead of night. The first few times she did this, she had to find Camilia’s bedroom window and toss pebbles at it to wake her up, but she’s definitely been given a house key by now (Camilia was beside herself at the time; she hadn’t given a partner a key to her home in decades and for some reason there was a thrill in giving this to Eda.). Eda will quietly enter the house and tiptoe upstairs and just kinda slip into bed behind Camilia and wrap her arms around her waist and put her forehead against Camilia’s back and just listen to her breathe. Sometimes Camilia wakes up and (the first few times this happened she was scared shitless and nearly broke Eda’s nose. She’s learned to expect it by now) she’ll turn over and wrap her arms around Eda and brush her fingers through the front of her hair. It only takes a few minutes for Eda to feel at ease enough to fall right back asleep as if nothing had ever happened.

They love dancing. They don’t ever go out anywhere to dance, they’ll usually just dance in the living room or kitchen. If they have the radio going in the kitchen while they’re waking up in the morning, they’ll dance around each other as they go about their morning routines. This always ends up with them dancing together and laughing, usually because one of them accidentally knocked the other in the counter or the table. If Luz is staying at a friend’s house, Eda will set up her gramophone and put on some records they can slow dance to. They just like being able to be in each other’s space. No kisses needed (always welcome, but not always needed), they just love the intimacy of simply existing with one another in those moments.

I could go on but I’m struggling with whether or not they decide to actually get married. Would they get married in the human realm? Would Camilia leave her job to go live in the Boiling Isles with her daughter and her girlfriend? Would they even care to make their relationship recognized by legal documentation? Part of them would like to, for sure, but it’s not like...A necessity? Eda certainly has her human ID but I don’t know if she’s ever forged any American legal identification documents (birth certificate/passport). Camilia would never forge an identity for herself in the Boiling Isles, but she’s certainly not like. A resident. She and Luz are undocumented citizens of Bonesborough but literally no one cares.

Maybe Luz would pull something like Steven universe and just...throw them a wedding anyway because MOM PARTY!!!!! No legal documents, just a celebration with all their family and friends. We don’t know what Luz’s extended family relations look like; I have no idea if Camilia has any family she’d be leaving behind in the Human Realm or if everything she loves is living in the Demon Realm.

Far too many variables for this post anyway, maybe another post if y’all are interested in seeing more 🤷🏻‍♀️

[puddygeeks]

𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝑶𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 - 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒅 𝒙 𝑶𝑪 - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 8: 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑶𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚

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Rating: Mature

Summary: 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝐴𝑈 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡.

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC

Status: Ongoing

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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 & 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝐴𝑈'𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤.

Eᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ: Pʀᴇ Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 1

Chapter Eight

“You know, it’s remarkably similar to Brighton Pier here.” I commented, fanning myself in desperation under the scolding sun and Ricky pushed his large sunglasses down to allow me to feel the full force of his judgement. “Well, except that it’s unmistakably hotter, obviously.”

“How dare you compare this beautiful sandy bliss to your pebble filled nightmare?” He remarked with a sweeping hand gesture at the beach, before sipping out of his straw with offence and I rolled my eyes at him.

Ricky has always been a force to be reckoned with, but as he got older, he only grew more confident and I was constantly inspired by how comfortable he was in himself. His thick brunette hair reached his collarbones now, but he currently had it pushed back out of his face with a colourful bandana so that he could tan. In order for him to worship the sun to his full capacity, he was wearing a worryingly small pair of shorts and had stretched himself across a lounger like the diva that he absolutely was.

“Hmm. Your actual beach is better, I’ll give you that one. But you’re seriously lacking on drag queens, quirky cafes and fancy boutiques to shop in.” I pointed out, fondly recalling the whirlwind weekend that we’d spent in the British city the last time that he’d visited me and he shrugged in defeat.

“Touché. You win this round.” He admitted, laying back to bask himself again, whilst I shuffled my sensitive skin further under the sun umbrella that he’d reluctantly agreed to allow me to bring over on the condition that it didn’t cause a single shred of shade over him.

It was a beautiful day, only improved by the quality of my company and I had to admit that I was endlessly pleased to have decided to extend my stay for another few days. Despite the years that had passed since we had last been in each other's physical company, Ricky was still able to put me at ease in a way that no one else had ever been able to emulate and I cherished the opportunity to simply relax with him at the Virginia Boardwalk.

“So, what’s it like being an FBI agent?” Ricky asked, turning his attention back to me with a smug expression. “Is it wonderful knowing that you have the power to stop anyone in their tracks? I would absolutely abuse my power for evil, but I know you’re too pure for that.” He muttered with delight and I chuckled at him knowingly. The things that he would use an FBI badge to accomplish didn’t even bear thinking about.

“Darling. I already told you. I’m not an FBI agent. I’m still a technical analyst for Interpol. I’m just on loan.” I repeated, already losing count of how many times I had made this distinction, but he still seemed as unconvinced by this as he was the first time that I told him.

“Oh, semantics! Sounds to me like you’re working for them and considering that you saved a girl from a burning building like a freaking hero, I’m just going to treat you like one.” He argued, seeming amused as if I were simply downplaying things, when realistically, it was a case of him dramatising the arrangement, as he did with most things. “We have an FBI agent in the family. That’s pretty cool.”

“There is absolutely no reasoning with you.” I groaned, shaking my head in embarrassment and he shrugged dismissively, as if this were an obvious fact that I should have accepted already. “How’s university going? Have you sorted your accommodation for your second year yet?”

“College is going fine. I’ve done a fantastic job being the life of the party, so I have plenty of offers for people to live with. My only struggle is choosing people who aren’t completely filthy as housemates. I can’t live in a grubbly little student hovel.” He explained, seeming repulsed by the very idea and I raised a brow at his diva attitude. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not being dramatic. My first year in dorms, I shared a bathroom with straight men. You don’t understand the trauma that I’ve lived through.”

“Does your mother know that you haven’t arranged housing yet?” I interrogated, already sensing a hint of dishonesty in him and his features quickly contorted into a guilty look. “Rituparan! I understand being picky, but you’ll end up with no choice other than to live with the grimy jocks if you don’t hurry up. You need to get organised.” I scolded, earning an eye roll so severe that I worried his face might never recover from the strain.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Alley Cat. I’ll get it sorted. Now, drink your mocktail before it gets too diluted.” He ordered, sipping down the last of his drink and placing the little umbrella from the top in his hair with a flourish. The moment that he faced me, I knew that he had mischief in mind.

“Okay. Are you ready? Who am I?” He pouted so dramatically that his cheeks all but disappeared and I almost choked on my drink.

“Oh, too easy! That is the unforgettable Lola, the only woman on the planet who considers a cocktail umbrella the perfect hair accessory for any occasion.” I answered, earning a cheer and wicked laugh of satisfaction from him. “You know, I love having someone else to mock dad’s exes with. You’d think the fact that he only dates women my age would mean we’d have something in common, but alas, apparently a sense of humour isn’t shared by age group.”

“Of course they’re not funny! The only thing those girls come with is a price tag.” He sassed, flipping his hair back out of his face in a ridiculously bitchy gesture and I was immediately reminded of just how much I loved him. “At least you don’t have to pretend to like Tanya anymore. Honestly, if she had a second brain cell, she’d be dangerous.”

“Oh, no! They broke up?” I gasped, almost sounding convincing with my upset and he whipped his head around with drastic confusion. “I guess she had to bleed my dad dry of pocket money eventually.” I drawled, prompting a small yelp of surprise and a quick high five from Ricky.

Tanya had been dating my dad for just over six months now, so I knew that she was likely to be approaching her expiration date soon. His routine was well known amongst the entire family now and in an effort to counter the embarrassment that it caused for my mother and I, it had become a running joke for us all to share.

“Didn’t you hear the details?” Ricky crooned, turning to face me fully on his lounger with a devious expression and I shrugged nonchalantly. “According to Maji, she tried to charge her lip fillers to his business credit card. Caused all sorts of uproar at the office. I guess she’ll be making that duck face at someone else’s wallet now.” He divulged, pouting into an exaggerated model face for effect and I struggled not to splutter my drink everywhere in response.

Ricky’s mother always seemed to know everything that was happening in our family and I’d long believed that this was where he’d learned to dig information out of people. She was abnormally gifted in guilt tripping the truth out of even the most hardened family members and yet, she doted on Ricky as if he was the very thing that made her world turn. If I ever wanted to know what was going on in my dad’s life, I knew that I could rely on her to be up to date with events.

Before I could manage to recover enough to speak, my mobile rang with it’s sharp tone and I had to clamber around in my bag to find it. As soon as I saw the private number, my eyes grew wide in dread.

“Oh, no! The bat phone?” Ricky asked, seeming genuinely horrified that I might be called into work and I quickly nodded, before holding a finger to my lips to shush him.

“Agent Hawthorne.” I answered, feeling utterly ridiculous referring to myself this way in my current company. This insecurity was only made worse by Ricky sliding his shades back on in a judgemental manner and I gestured to him to stop distracting me.

“Alice. This is Hotch. Are you still in Virginia?”

The voice on the other end of the phone was as serious as ever and though I was enormously relieved to find that it wasn’t anyone from Interpol trying to order me home, I felt nerves building in my chest already.

“Yes, Sir. I am.” I reported, noticing Ricky raising his brows at me in interest and I knew that he was dying to know what was being said.

“I realise that you’re spending time with family, but would you be able to come into the office for a meeting? I have a matter that I would like to discuss with you in person, if possible.” Hotch requested, allowing me absolutely no hint of the cause for this meeting and I felt my face change into one of alarm.

My mind had already begun racing with all of the possible complications that I could be facing for my actions at the base now that all of the documentation for the case had been submitted and I was terrified that if any further charges were brought against me, they could contradict the deal that I made with Interpol to avoid imprisonment.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll come in right away.” I stuttered, attempting to fight down my terror. My hands shook with nerves as I hung up on the call and Ricky looked positively thrilled to have been given the opportunity to witness this conversation, as if he’d just been personally included in a matter of national security.

“It’s a good thing that you went for virgin cocktails, my dear. I have to get back to Quantico.” I confessed, quickly burying my nerves so that he wouldn’t sense trouble.

“Oh my god! This is so exciting!” He announced, hopping straight to his feet and flustering to grab his belongings that were spread across every surface around him. “One cab for Agent Hawthorne, coming right up!”

--⥈--

Outfit: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/460070918191621506/

Standing in the lift of the Quantico building, I was overwhelmed with anxiety. I had been in such a rush to get here that it hadn’t even crossed my mind to change clothes, or to do anything to prepare my appearance at all. Though I knew that I didn’t have any more office clothes with me anyway, I acknowledged that I could at least have found something that provided a little more coverage and didn’t leave me feeling so exposed.

The idea of walking through an office where everyone was dressed smartly, wearing a white floral mini dress was an absolute nightmare and I realised that I only had a few minutes to make any changes. All I could think to do was to untie my waist length hair, shaking it out to at least cover some of my arms and attempting to make it look styled.

The doors opened to reveal a full office, with most of the team present at their desks and I gulped nervously. My dress felt as if it had actually shrunk in size since the beach now that I would be seen in it by people that I had worked with and I had to remind myself that I had bigger things to worry about with being called to come here than my attire.

JJ’s heels clicked on the polished floor as she entered the reception, her professional appearance clashing horribly with the casual style of my low top converses and I tried not to feel intimidated.

“Alice! I know that I said we wanted to see you again soon, but this is a little crazy.” She breezed as she approached me with a warm smile and I tried to force myself to relax. “Hotch is just finishing a call and he’ll be out to meet you.” She explained, before her gaze fell onto my outfit and I felt myself physically become stiff under her scrutiny. “You look pretty!”

“Oh, thanks. I was just on the beach. I’ve already worn all of my work clothes so, um, this is all I have?” I offered, shifting awkwardly and she smiled sympathetically at me.

“We’ve all been called in at unexpected times. I was literally collected from home in my pajamas once. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” She soothed, leaning closer to me as she spoke so that no one would overhear my concern and I let out a long breath in relief.

“Besides, I know that Hotch is just going to appreciate you being able to come in at such short notice. I hope you got to enjoy at least a little bit of your time off before we intruded?” She asked with an honest concern in her eyes and just as I opened my mouth to see if she could give me even the slightest hint of what to expect, Hotch stepped into the room.

“Alice. Thank you for coming so quickly.” He stated in his usual serious manner, reaching straight to shake my hand and I complied immediately, forcing a smile through my nerves. “I’ll try not to take up too much of your time. Let’s talk in my office.” He offered, opening the glass doors to the main office for me and I stepped through hesitantly.

Within approximately two steps of entering the space, I could already feel eyes on me and tried not to allow myself to be unnerved by the attention. The anxious voice in the back of my mind screamed that I was the most inappropriate looking member of staff to ever enter this office, but I forced myself to keep my head held high as Ricky had always preached.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Spencer was watching me from his desk as if he’d been stopped in his tracks and I waved subtly at him, prompting him to hurriedly do the same back in a fluster. Morgan passed Hotch distractedly, before he noticed that I was following him with obvious surprise.

“Looking good, Poppins. Welcome back.” He muttered as he squeezed beside me, sneaking a charming smile and thanks to the combined warmth of the two men, once again I felt my nerves beginning to settle slightly.

Hotch encouraged me to take a seat in his office, before closing the door behind us and I felt as if I couldn’t think straight in the silence that followed. He settled into the seat opposite me, knitting his hands together on the desk between us and despite feeling before that I had reached the point where I could understand his expressions, his face at this moment was completely unreadable.

“For a start, I want to discuss what happened at the Twenty Nine Palms base.” He opened, his stern eyes studying my face for every minute reaction and though my heart sank at the suggested topic, I nodded back calmly.

“Whilst it can’t be denied that your actions resulted in saving a young girl's life, they were also unacceptably reckless. You demonstrated absolutely no regard for your own safety and jeopardised the reputation of the whole team. You are aware that we appreciate your support, but I’m not convinced that you realise we are legally and morally responsible for your wellbeing whilst you are under our service and that I would be personally held accountable for your death as a result of your irresponsible actions.” He lectured, his voice sounding even more severe than it had when I was in the ambulance and I felt my confidence crumbling with every word that he spoke.

It became clear that he had paused his speech to allow me the chance to explain myself and I cleared my throat to speak with a feeling of terror.

“I’m truly sorry for my actions, Sir. You are entirely right. I was reckless and selfish, and I didn’t consider how my behaviour would reflect on your team, and especially on you. I’m not going to make excuses. I just want you to know that I accept any and all consequences that you feel are appropriate.” I answered calmly, ensuring that I kept my tone calm and respectful, and he sighed as he studied me.

“I didn’t call you in here to punish you, Alice. This is a conversation, not a lecture. What I aim to understand is why an agent with no field experience, or any personal stake in the case, felt that they had no choice other than to risk their own life to save a child who they’d never met?” He clarified, his entire demeanour remaining unchanged even as he moved to a gentler tactic of questioning and I chewed on my lip.

It took a few moments for me to consider how best to answer this, but eventually I decided that I respected this team as a whole too much to lie. I prepared myself for a conversation that I knew would likely change his opinion of me permanently, but assured myself that honesty was a necessity at this point.

“When I was fifteen years old, my mother was abducted.” I began, glancing down at my hands as I spoke to avoid the intensity of his gaze. “It took four months for her to be found and when she came home, she was a different person. I never saw the mother that went missing again.” I paused, clearing my throat to keep the emotion from my voice before continuing.

“Three years later, a girl at my university went missing. She wasn’t the first, but the stakes were high as all of the others had been found murdered. I obsessed over everything that my mother had survived to come home and I couldn’t imagine how awful it would be to endure that at just eighteen years old. So, I began looking into the case and after a while of digging, I compiled enough information to anonymously assist law enforcement in safely recovering the missing girl. I realised then that I had the skills to make a difference to the world and I kept going, one missing person at a time, until Interpol found me.”

“You were given a choice between conviction, or working for them?” Hotch asked knowingly, as if he’d seen this very situation many times before and I recalled the recent conversation that I’d had with Penelope about hackers frequently being recruited through their questionable activities. I nodded slowly in response, deciding that this wasn’t the time to divulge any further information about the circumstances of my hiring.

“I didn’t join this field by choice. It was never the plan for my life. Don’t get me wrong, I always wanted to help people. I actually trained to become a psychiatrist, like my dad, but a job like this had never even been on my radar. Yet, here I am.” I explained, shrugging awkwardly as I realised that this sounded like I was ungrateful for the mercy that I was shown and I tried to be more careful with my wording when I spoke again.

“When I was standing in front of that building, watching the smoke pour out of it, all I could think about was how my mother told me that she spent every minute of every day that she was in captivity praying to come home. I could just imagine Amanda doing the same thing, hoping with everything she had that someone would save her and I was right there.” I stopped as frustration seeped into my voice, allowing myself to regain control so that I could resume my explanation.

“I knew that there was a chance that she was still alive and I felt like everything that had happened, all of the crazy unplanned situations that had led me to being there at that exact time were so that I could save her. It sounds insane, but it was like my legs moved before I had even decided what I was going to do. For the first time in my career, I trusted my team, this team to have my back and with all due respect, Sir, it was the right thing to do.” I finally finished my rant, forcing myself to meet his eyes to allow him to see my sincerity and I was shocked to find that his face was filled with understanding, causing me to realise that he was already filling in the blanks between my words.

“You said that this was the first time that you felt this way about your team. You shouldn’t be working with people that you can’t rely on. In our line of work, we are forced to face horrors that most people can’t even begin to imagine. The people around you should be your anchor in the storm.” Hotch advised, causing my eyes to become watery and I sniffed back my emotions, desperate not to cry in front of him. “You have options, Alice.”

“What options? Prison?” I scoffed, recalling my conversation with Shepard with a flinch.

Though I had thought in detail about leaving Interpol many times since my recruitment, I knew in a serious light that it was merely a fantasy and nothing more. Without my employment to them, I was considered as nothing more than a threat to security and returning to normal civilian life was no longer something that I could consider.

“Join our team.” Hotch offered, causing my mouth to drop open in shock and I noticed the corners of his lips twitch slightly upward at my reaction.

“It’s clear that you are neither happy, nor valued at Interpol. You have already proven the difference that you could make across multiple cases and the entire team have agreed that you make an excellent addition.” He elaborated, listing reasons that I struggled to even associate with myself and I couldn’t seem to form a response, as I stuttered in the silence.

“But, I-Sir, we just discussed how I jeopardised this team. I don’t mean to seem rude, or ungrateful because I absolutely am not, but I fail to see how I’ve given you the impression that I would make a suitable field agent. You already have Penelope for technical support, so I’m not sure what else you could need me for here.” I pointed out, hardly able to wrap my head around the sudden detour that this conversation had taken and found myself baffled at the very concept of him offering to employ me.

“When your team brought you for the Valeno case, you showed potential that they were purposefully dismissive of. After you left, Gideon suggested that I speak to you about a position within the BAU. Unfortunately, at the time we didn’t have the available resources to do this. Due to the recent successes of this team, we’ve been granted the budget to expand and I would be foolish to ignore a candidate who has already contributed to that success. You are a good fit and the first choice of every member in this unit.” He presented, completely disregarding my concerns and when I looked at him with confusion, he sighed.

“I have discussed the recent incident with Gideon and we share the opinion that with the correct mentoring and the support of a team that believes in your worth, you could be an exceptional field agent.” He divulged, causing me to raise my brows impossibly higher in surprise.

It was bizarre enough that Hotch wanted me to join the team, but finding out that Gideon had been the instigator for this offer blew what remained of my psyche to pieces and Hotch cleared his throat to regain my attention from my inner turmoil.

“The offer would, of course, be conditional. It would be based on your own commitment to overcoming your experiences. None of us are immune to personal biases and each of us have elements of our pasts that make certain cases more challenging for us than the others. However, we rely on each other to hold us accountable, and have all learned to be objective and to know our limits. If you think this is something that you can also undertake, then there is a place here for you. As long as you want it.” Hotch clarified, causing me to stare back at him in blatant disbelief.

“I-I honestly don’t know what to say.” I stuttered, fiddling with my hair anxiously and Hotch cracked a rare smile at me. “It isn’t as simple for me as just changing state. My life is in France now. I’ve already left my mum behind once in England. I’d also have to renounce my dual nationality and become an American citizen.” I thought aloud, considering the enormity of the decision before me and Hotch nodded in understanding.

“Can I have some time to think about it?” I asked nervously, unsure of what else to say and Hotch seemed completely unsurprised by my reaction, as if he’d actually been expecting it.

“Of course. It’s a serious decision that you aren’t expected to make right away. Take all of the time that you need.”

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“Girl. Your life is crazy!” Ricky gasped, studying me with a fascinated expression and I had to laugh at his dramatic reaction, despite mostly agreeing with the sentiment. “You’re gonna say yes, right?”

I sighed deeply as I considered this question and the way that he considered me now revealed exactly how insane he thought I was for even needing to think about it. In order to avoid his prying eyes, I stood to start clearing away the takeaway boxes that littered my hotel room bed, but Ricky refused to be silenced.

“Alice. Honey. What are you doing?! Life at Interpol has been miserable for you since day one. You said it yourself. I can’t imagine anything there that could be worth turning this offer down for!” He scolded, staring at me in complete disbelief and I shook my head at his youthful attitude to things.

“It’s more complicated than that. I never planned to work in this sector at all, much less as an FBI agent!” I explained, still struggling to process the fact that this was even an option that was open to me. It felt as if it had come from nowhere and I was already overwhelmed with the mere concept of making such a serious life decision.

“This isn’t just a job that we’re talking about here. It’s a completely different life. I need to be sure that I can handle it, before I move away from everything that I know. I’d hardly ever get to see mum and Roger.” I clarified, struggling to make him understand the severity of the situation.

“You never visit your mama anyway! I should know. I overhear Maji talking to her about it enough.” He groaned, only causing me to feel even worse about the idea of moving even further away from her.

“Besides, if you took it then you’d be living right near me and there isn’t any better benefit than that!” He added, posing across the bed as if he were the most important factor in the proposal and I chuckled at him with fondness. He sighed at my lack of enthusiasm, before dropping to a more serious tone.

“The most important thing for all of us is your happiness. You’d be crazy to stay somewhere that is making your whole existence taste like bad Aloo Gobi. And you deserve better than that! You deserve for your life to always be like Maji’s cooking, full of love and happiness.” He described, seeming as if he’d distracted himself along the way and he glanced back down at his plastic container of curry with disdain.

“You realise that you have a gift for being able to relate literally anything to food, right?” I remarked playfully, observing him with amazement and he shrugged carelessly.

“Food is one of the most enjoyable things that sustains us. It’s important.” He argued passionately and I couldn’t think of a single point to dispute his statement with, having to allow him the pleasure of being correct. “Fortunately, Mumbai Gardens is able to provide an almost authentic experience, right here in the heart of Virginia. A good meal can heal many things, you know. Even the stress of your biggest ever life decision.”

“That’s high praise coming from you. Could it pass the home test though, do you think?” I queried with curiosity as I disposed of the remaining trash with the Mumbai Gardens logo on it and he scoffed as if I’d asked something utterly ridiculous.

“Not a chance! Even Mama would be able to tell you that it wasn’t completely correct. You know, she’s actually been with Maji long enough now to have better cooking taste than some of my other actual Indian friends.” He revealed, showing his love for his step mom, who happened to be my paternal aunt Heather, clear in his voice.

I couldn’t withhold a wide grin as I thought of my aunts, both filled with a warmth that radiated even in my memories. Heather and Ricky’s mum, Nabhitha, had been married for almost ten years now and were the main reason that I still had any faith in true love. They had done an admirable job of raising Ricky together, with Heather always treating him as if he was her biological son and I was endlessly proud of them. Thanks to them, Ricky had grown into the confident, funny teenager that I loved. Their blissful blended family gave me hope for my own future.

“I just had an idea.” Ricky breezed, sitting up particularly straight as if he could barely contain his enthusiasm and I turned back to face him with interest. “If you take this job, we could totally rent a place together! I could be your stylist extraordinaire, in-house councillor and professional Indian chef.” He suggested, his eyes gleaming with excitement and I scoffed loudly at the idea.

“Absolutely not. I’ve already got enough on my plate, without considering parenting you, Ricky.” I laughed, wincing at even the thought of dealing with his dramatics on a daily basis and he gasped at my refusal, seeming as if he could never have expected me to refuse his generous offer. “You can be as offended as you like, but I still don’t have the energy to deal with a college kid in my space. I’m not gonna be your easy way out of student housing. Pick some other teenagers to live with already.”

“Fine. I was offering you a lifestyle of sheer luxury, but I guess I’ll just have to take my fabulous self somewhere that I’ll be better appreciated.” He announced, acting as if he were hurt by my denial, before quickly softening back into a smile barely a few seconds later. “You should definitely think some more about taking the job though, queen. You deserve a fresh start.”

“We’ll see.” I conceded with a chuckle, desperate to simply end the conversation. “Now, which film do you want to rent?”

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Hello! I'd like to request a Klaus x Reader, with Scenario 4 and Dialogue 22 from the horror prompts, if that's not already taken! Thank youuu ☆

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt Nonny! This was a lot of fun to write, and I hope you enjoy reading it just as much! Word Count: 1979 Rating: M - stalking, threats, creepy phone calls, reference to drug use/rehab (it’s Klaus), open ending

When the phone calls started, you ignored them, dismissing them as some bored teenage prank. They would start with your name and then some comment, usually about knowing where you were or being able to see you, and then as soon as you said anything, they’d hang up. And then, as one week of daily calls turned into two and you started to get annoyed, they started getting creepier: the comments stopped being “I know where you are” and started talking about places you had gone and things you had done during the course of the day; stopped being “I see you” and started describing your outfit, or commenting on what you were doing at that very moment. 

The one that finally made you snap was when, nearly a month in, the voice on the other end of the line told you that your milk was expired and the exact date stamped on the bottle, and that you were out of peanut butter. You had screamed at them, demanding to know who they were and what they wanted from you, completely losing your cool. They had laughed, amused by your distress, and hung up.

You let the phone drop from your hand as you sank to the floor, knees pressed up to your chest. You watched it dangle in front of your eyes, swaying back and forth like a pendulum as you fought back a sob. 

A tap on the window at the other end of the room a while later startled you out of your terrified daze. You froze, staring and wondering, almost hoping, that you had imagined the sound. 

Ptink! 

The sound came again and your eyes caught a flicker of movement as something bounced off the glass pane. Hesitantly you stood, wincing as your knees cracked stiffly from how long you had been sitting there, and crept forward toward the sound, wishing you had some sort of weapon, or a camera to catch whoever was harassing you. 

Ptink! Ptink!

The next two taps came in rapid succession, and this time you caught a clearer sight of what was causing it: someone was bouncing pebbles off your window. Frowning in confusion since that was a move more likely out of a rom-com than the horror flick that you felt like you were living in, you picked up your pace until you stood in front of the second-story window. 

Peering out into the night, you spotted something and laughed in relief. The mysterious rock-thrower wasn’t the same person who had been calling, it was just Klaus. Lovely, ridiculous, probably fresh out of rehab, unknowing captor of your heart Klaus.

Opening the window, you leaned out.

“What are you doing?” you called down to him, as loudly as you dared without waking the neighbors. 

“Ah, Y/N! I was hoping to get your attention,” he called back cheerfully, having no such compulsions about his volume. “Or should I call you Rapunzel and beg for you to lower your lovely tresses for me to climb?”

“I don’t have time for your games, and I’d like for my neighbors not to hate me,” you sighed. “So keep your voice down and tell me what you want?”

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Y/N is the sun!” he called, striking a dramatic pose. 

“I’m closing this window now,” you threatened, leaning back inside. 

“No, no, wait! Let me in.”

“Really? That’s all you wanted? Let yourself in.”

“Oh, I want many things, but at the moment, yes, just that. I would if I could, but you’ve removed your key from the little garden frog. Poor little thing is so empty now.” He laughed, giddy and bitter at the same time. “But hey, me too.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, a chill creeping down your spine. “I didn’t touch the key…”

His face grew serious. “Y/N. Let me in. Now.”

You nodded rapidly, swallowing the lump in your throat and slamming the window shut so you could hunt for your shoes and go downstairs. Klaus was almost never serious if he didn’t have to be, so the commanding, urgent tone in his voice did more to shake you than even the phone calls could. 

When you wrenched the front door of your apartment building open, Klaus was right there, immediately pulling you into the tightest hug he had ever given you (which was saying something, given that crushing hugs were second nature to him). You couldn’t even take comfort in it though, feeling the way his heart raced beneath your cheek. He was just as scared as you were.

“Klaus, what’s going on?” you asked, the harshness of your whisper all you could do to hide how you were feeling. 

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Let’s just go upstairs, and then we’ll talk…” he said hesitantly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

You nodded, reluctantly pulling away from him to climb the stairs, linking your fingers together as you did, the feel of him and his very real presence at your back making you feel instantly safer, although not completely so. When you reached the landing, Klaus pulled you up short, positioning you so that you'd be behind him when the pair of you entered the apartment. When nothing immediately jumped out at him upon opening the door, the tension in his shoulders dropped just minutely. Still, he kept you pressed close to his side as he swept the entire place, throwing open closet doors and rifling through the contents until he could touch and see all four walls, turning around suddenly to try and catch something behind you, entering rooms faster than you'd ever seen him do anything with a shout of "Ha!" like the world's most screwed up game of hide-and-seek.

"Klaus, what's happening?" you asked.

You both stood in your main room again, his inspection complete, and you noticed your phone still hanging down off the wall. With a sigh, you placed it back in the cradle and waited.

"What's happening is that someone has the keys to your apartment," he explained with a deep frown. "We don't know who, we don't know why, we don't know for how long."

You knew that. But hearing him say it out loud was a different story. You shivered, and he drew you closer, wrapping his free arm around your shoulders and running his thumb over the hand you still had gripping his.

"Has anything else weird been happening lately?" he asked, his confidence and competence at handling the situation reminding you with a brief shock that he was indeed an ex-superhero and had probably dealt with this kind of stuff before. 

You told him about the nightly phone calls and their growing specificity, but before you could get to tonight's, the phone rang, making you jump.

"Don't answer that," he said when you moved instinctively to answer. 

"They've never called twice in a night. It's probably nothing to do with all this…" you weren't sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

"If it's someone that actually matters, they'll leave a voicemail."

The ringing stopped, silence descending.

"Probably a telemarketer. They have the worst timing," you tried to joke.

The phone rang again.

"Don't," Klaus warned again. 

You bit your lip warring with yourself over whether to listen to him or answer anyway, in case it was important. Seeing the conflict on your face, Klaus sighed.

"I'll take care of it."

He picked up the receiver, holding it casually to his ear, even though you could tell from his expression that he was anything but casual. You had never seen rage in his emerald eyes before, but it was definitely there now. 

He stayed silent for a moment and then the voice on the other end, a voice that had started stalking your nightmares, laughed. 

“I know you can hear me,” they said. “So make sure you’re listening. If you or Y/N think that some strung-out little junkie like you is going to stop me, you’re dead wrong.”

Silence fell, broken only by the faint hum of the dial tone from the phone still in Klaus’s hand. A sob wrenched from your throat as your knees gave out and you pitched forward, feeling like you would almost rather death than to keep dealing with this. Immediately, his arms circled you, pulling you close again and you clung to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, not caring that you were soaking his collar with your tears. 

“Shh,” he soothed, rubbing small circles on your back. “It's going to be okay. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you.”

“Why is this happening to me? What did I do?” You moaned. 

“No, no no no. This is not your fault.” His hair tickled the corner of your temple as he shook his head. 

“But--” you started before he pulled back so that he could look you in the eyes.

“Y/N, listen to me. I know we don’t have any information, we’re at the disadvantage here, but this is about them. You haven’t done anything. But whatever this is, whatever they want, I am not going to let anything happen to you. We’ll call Diego. We’ll go stay somewhere not here, maybe even the Academy. That’s locked down better than a fortress. We will get this sorted out, and I am not going anywhere until we do.”

“You don’t have to do that…” you sniffled, stunned that he would willingly go back to the place of his miserable childhood for your sake. “I’ll be okay.”

“I’m sure you will. But I care way too much about you to leave that to fate. And you’ve said it yourself, I’m like a bad penny. Even if you don’t want me to, I’ll keep turning up.” He grinned at you, trying to cheer you up even a little and you couldn’t help smiling softly back.

“Oh Klaus,” you sighed, snaking your arms around his waist to better hold onto him. “What would I do without you?”

He shrugged. “Don’t know, but you’ll never have to find out. Now, what do you want to do?”

“I’m just...exhausted,” you nuzzled your face back into the hollow of his throat. “Can we go to bed and deal with this all tomorrow?”

He was silent for a moment and when you leaned back to look at him, he was biting his lip and staring off into space, deep in thought, or maybe listening to some ghost or another. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, and you opened your mouth to answer before realizing that he was not talking to you, but someone over your shoulder. “Alright...thank you.”

You raised an eyebrow in question when he looked down at you. 

“Ben said he would keep guard so you can get some sleep,” he explained.

“So we can, you mean.”

“Well...I figured I’d look around some more and see if I can find anything that I missed the first time, and then I’d stay up, just to make sure.”

“Klaus. Please. I don’t think I can sleep anyway, but I know I won’t alone. Can’t you just come to bed and cuddle? Even if you don’t sleep, I’d feel a lot better if you’re holding me…” your voice trembled as tears threatened once again. 

“What? Really?”

You nodded. “You make me feel safe, just by being here. But a little reminder would be...good.”

“Oh,” he breathed, pulling you back into a tight hug. “Of course I can do that for you. Anything, anytime.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled against him before turning, one arm still around him as you headed for the bedroom, turning to call over your shoulder. “And thank you Ben.”

“He says you’re welcome. And good night.”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #299

“you look so beautiful tonight  /  reminds me how you laid us down and gently smiled before you destroyed my life.”

Ever done any drugs? Besides alcohol, no. How many people have you kissed? Three or four. What’s your favorite show to binge? I could only ever willingly *binge* Meerkat Manor and not get bored after like, two episodes. Do you watch porn? No, it's never appealed to me. What’s one of your fantasies? Being financially stable. :^) Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced? I've lightly considered getting one, but I really doubt I ever will. What’s the most overrated movie? /shrug. Let people like what they like. Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message. I'd love to get to know my Facebook acquaintance Courtlynn better; I've wanted to for a long time. I think we could be fantastic friends. We'll like each other's stuff regularly and occasionally leave comments, but we don't really talk. Do you like paper books or ebooks better? Paper ones, by a long shot. I just really like the feeling of a book and being able to clearly see how far in you are. I enjoy the smell and sound of turning pages. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick? Probably Wonderland, realistically. I would say Azeroth, but too much world-threatening shit goes on every day lol. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like? G O T H Do you still have feelings for any of your exes? Yep. Do you drink? Very, very rarely. Almost exclusively during celebrations or on the once in a blue moon occasion we go to a sit-down restaurant. Do you read erotica? No. It would make me super uncomfortable. What color was the last candle you lit? I don't remember at all. Do you own a treadmill? No, but I want one. Have you ever signed up for a gym membership? Well, not exactly me. Mom and Nicole both had memberships to Planet Fitness, and I was able to come as a guest. It was just cheaper that way. What color was the last fish you had? That I owned or ate? Either way, idr. Is there a garbage can in your room? What color is it? No. If you play The Sims, do you download custom clothes, hair, etc? I don't play it. Does your animal sleep with you? Roman does, yes. He legitimately spoons with me lmao. Sometimes he'll move to the bottom of the bed, other times he'll sleep through most of the night there. Have you ever had to wear a hairnet? Yes. What is your favorite song to play on Guitar Hero or Rock Band? "Hotel California" by The Eagles on expert is so much fun and just feels good. The ending solo is just great. When you drink chocolate milk do you just buy the jug of it or the syrup that you can put into the milk? Almost always just the chocolate syrup. Do you own a robe? What color is it? No. What’s the worst abuse you have done to your phone? I know I've thrown it across the room once. Well, not my current phone, but a really old one. How did you meet your first love? High school. Well, you could maybe say Facebook. He sent me a friend request and I literally only accepted it because I thought it was another Jason. We talked via messenger some and then we ran into each other at school, and tbh I kinda knew I was fucked from there lmao. Have you ever worn the opposite sex’s underwear? I don't believe so, no. Have you ever kissed in a pool? Yeah. Are there any hobbies you have that you don’t perform in front of others? I absolutely cannot write in front of others, and I HATE drawing when people are watching. What do you do when you simply don’t know what to do? Odds are I'll probably be scraping the bottom of the barrel to find something in WoW that sounds even remotely fun, or I'll browse Facebook. How did you find out about your current favorite band? He's one of my mom's favorite singers/bands, so I grew up with some of his music, and when I was getting into rock and metal, I decided to go through her music case and listen to some of it. Ozzy's Black Rain album set the adoration into motion. Where are you most likely to go when you need clothing? The Internet or Wal-Mart, depending on what kind of clothes I need. When was the last time you tried to do something yet failed? I should have an answer for this very quickly... yet I'm unsure. I don't think anything *major* has happened in a while. Oh, this is a tiny thing, but I did look really hard for the pencil sharpener so my niece could finish coloring her drawing, but I couldn't find the damn thing for anything. Do you think your life is comprised more of success or failure? Lots and lots of failure. What’s one personality trait that’s not strong in you? Uhhh outgoing, ig. Are you a difficult individual to get to know? Considering I hide a lot about myself to try and be accepted, yes. When was the last time you opened up to someone and about what? Literally yesterday to my mom about this unreasonably massive fear I've had lately that she doesn't have much longer in her. I'm terrified she's going to get COVID or her cancer just comes back faster than we hope. To whom do you feel the most important? My mom. Is there something you want but might not ever have? Many things. What’s something you’re working to obtain? Mental stability. Do you tend to enjoy your dreams? No, considering they're usually violent and rarely just psychotic nightmares. Are there any projects or goals you’ve recently abandoned? Hm. What in life serves to keep you going? The hope it'll get better, and I'll reach a point of actually being happy and content with my life. What was the last good news you received? Nicole's trip to Maryland to bring back a baby was successful (if that sounds weird, she's a child social worker). He has a heart condition where if his heartbeat or something like that was irregular, she'd have driven all the way up there for nothing; the baby wouldn't have been able to take the ride. Are you more inclined to appreciate sweet or savory foods? Sweet. Are romantic relationships important to you at this point in your life? I mean I'd like to be in one, but I highly doubt it'd be successful, just given where I am in life. I'd be signing up for heartbreak. Who was the last person to apologize to you for something they did? I don't know. Probably Mom for something minor, like just bumping into me or something. Are you wearing a necklace, and if so, who got it for you? No. What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done lately? Lately? Uh. I don't know, but I can guarantee to you it wasn't long ago at all, considering breathing embarrasses me, pretty much. Do you ‘think out loud’? Sometimes. Do you take gummy vitamins? No. How do you know the majority of the people you know? Former schools. Hell, or maybe various online locations. I just might have more online friends and acquaintances than in-person. Is there a random object you own that has a huge personal significance? I've talked about my pebble from my partial hospitalization program enough. Can you play electric guitar? I used to be able to play a little bit; I took guitar lessons for a short while in high school. Best I could do was the intro to "Crazy Train," but I'd still occasionally mess up. Are you one of those people who chew two pieces of gum, not one? Usually. Do you believe in ghosts/supernatural occurrences? Yes. Without the aid of mascara, do you have long eyelashes? Yeah. Is there a kind of music you listen to that helps you release your anger? Yes, usually songs that are also angry. How does it make you feel looking at pics with your ex and someone else? The only case this has ever happened was with Jason and his gf after me. There are no words to describe the fucking hatred I felt. I haven't seen pictures of him with an s/o in a long time, and I absolutely never plan on seeking them out ever again. What song are you listening to right now? "Rest In Pieces" by Saliva. If you’re not in college, why? I couldn't handle the stress anymore. Just couldn't. Do you own a studded belt from Hot Topic? I have a good number of old ones from high school, actually. I wore them all the time. I could never fit into them now. Favorite fictional character? Um, Darkiplier, duh. Most recent thing you are looking forward to? I think it's finally set in stone that I'm getting my tattoo redone soon. Thanks to my laptop saying "ha fuck you," it's not as soon as I originally planned since I had to pay to fix it, but Mom seems fine with helping me pay for my birthday. Not a guarantee that it'll happen on that date of course, given scheduling, but yeah. It should fucking finally be happening. How many stairs can you climb before you wanna pass out? This is too embarrassing to even answer lmao. Have you ever kissed someone with braces? No. Would you ever consider adoption? I don't want kids, and even if I did, I probably wouldn't. I feel like I'd personally need the "wow this is a part of me (and/or my s/o)" connection. Do you ever go hunting/fishing? I would never go hunting, and the only occasion in which I'd fish again is if Dad asked me. I don't like the idea of fishing for fun anymore, but that's like... always been our bonding experience, and I wouldn't tell him no. Do you know anyone who plays guitar? Knew. What are you currently sitting/laying on? My bed. Who are your godparents? I don't think I have any. Do you have any friends who are famous? I have two friends who are parts of bands, but idk how successful they are. I don't think either are like, huge. Nova Mortis if you're into heavy metal and I think Toukan does rap? When was the last time you stayed at a hotel? Hm. I have no idea. What side of a heart do you draw first? Uhhhh I think the left? What is your mom saved as in your phone? "Mama Bear." Do you want your tongue pierced? I had snake eyes for a while, but I took them out because I kept chipping my teeth. I miss that piercing, it was so cute, but it wasn't worth ruining my teeth. Ever made out in a pool? It's possible very briefly, idr. Do you like to have long hair or short hair? SHORT. SHORT. SHORT. Do you change your phone background a lot? Not really. Would you get back with your last ex if you could? Yeah. Have you ever been strip searched? No. Has the person you like ever seen you in your pajamas? Yes. What is your least favorite type of chocolate? White chocolate is way too sweet. Did anyone see your last kiss? It was at an airport, so probably. Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? I mean, I do, but I don't really know how smart it would be right now. Is there anyone you wish you could fix things with? A few. Who IMed you on Facebook last? My friend Girt. Were you kinda scared of the goths in high school? Hell naw man, I looked up to them lmao. What size is your mattress? (single,twin,double,queen,king) Queen. Do you like spaghetti? Hell yeah. It was my favorite food as a kid. What about lasagna? No; I don't like the cheese at all. Have you ever been stung by anything? What was it? Mosquitoes of course, as well as a bee once. Maybe other things, idk. Have you ever worn contacts? (even just to try them out) Yes, but I changed to glasses because I had too much trouble putting them in and taking them out. Have you ever had any suspicious moles removed? No. Have you ever been screened for STDs? No. Did you have your tonsils taken out? No. Did you have your appendix taken out? No. Do you have any collector’s glasses or cups or mugs? What is a "collector's" glass or mug? Were you your parents’ first born? No; I'm the middle child. Do you have a child? Is the father still with you? No. Were you born perfectly healthy or with some (or a lot) of health issues? I was born healthy. Good 'ole days. Did you ever catch any bugs or insects with your friends as a kid? Ohhhh yes, my neighbor and I loved doing that. My favorite was catching fireflies with my sisters, though. Would you prefer to travel around the world by yourself or with a friend? With a friend. I'd get lonely. Do you know anybody who has been diagnosed with cancer? A whole lot, sadly... I'm despising that disease more and more every day that goes by. I know far too many people who have it or have died at its hands. Have you ever had to take care of an intoxicated person? No. Do you and your boyfriend/girlfriend fight a lot? N/A. Do not stay in a relationship where fighting is common. Would you ever share a site password with a family member or partner? I mean sure, depending on the site and person, and the reason they (may) need it. Has anyone ever told you they couldn't trust you? Hm... I actually don't think so? Who in your family has the prettiest eyes? Idk, I don't see enough of my extended family to know. What is an odd food item you would like to try, or have tried? I'm sure there's something I'd like to try, but nothing I think about with consistency, really... Most "odd" food I find unappealing anyway. When/if you drive, do you go the speedlimit? When I did, I certainly always tried to, but I was bad at maintaining a stable speed. I went up and down too much. Are you an aggressive driver? Or more passive-aggressive? I was dangerously passive at driving. Describe a hairstyle you had as a little kid? Well, I had long hair with bangs. What routine of yours would you most hate to break? Probably stopping getting a soda first thing in the morning... That is like so deeply ingrained into my day and is a motivator to get up in the first place. I want to change this to where I'm not allowed to grab one until I've had a full cup of water, but yeah, that hasn't happened yet. Has jealousy ever ruined one of your friendships/relationships? Honestly? I think it's possible that Jason totally split on me because of it. We were in this very unstable "friends" position after the breakup and hung out very briefly and awkwardly twice (which I'm pretty sure he didn't want), and I think one of our last attempts at conversation was who a girl he was talking to via Messenger was. No, before any assumptions are made, I didn't snoop. He showed me something on his phone and I just inevitably saw the little Facebook chat icon of a girl I didn't recognize. I don't even remember his answer. I just know it wasn't too long later I was blocked and everything. What is one restaurant you would NOT recommend? I personally am not a Chili's fan. What was your last conversation about? Mom and I were just talking about what a mush the cat is, haha. Who is your favorite person to debate or discuss with? Yo fuck debates, I got mad anxiety over that kind of stuff. Are you more likely to praise or insult yourself? Why? Insult. I don't even believe myself when I try praising, so it's not worth the effort. I have a billion and two reasons. Do you enjoy cloudy days? Why or why not? Honestly, not very much anymore. I've found that it actually does affect my mood. I like some cloud coverage, though. Would it bother you to be forgotten after death? Yes, even though when you think about it, most of us will be. I want to do stomething so badly; not even particularly something major, but just contribute to things and causes that matter and slowly change the world for the better. It's especially likely I will be forgotten though at some point because I don't want kids, so my blood isn't carrying on. Do you tend to prefer healthy or unhealthy snacks? Ugh, unhealthy. Has anyone ever asked you for diet advice? I think so, back when I started recovery and lost like 60 lbs fast as fuck. I wasn't even dieting though, just... came off awful meds. What age is your youngest aunt? Ummmm I have no clue. Do you like bowling? Yeah, it's fun, but I'm not good at it. Do you like roasting marshmallows on a bonfire? Totally. Do you prefer sweet or sour fruits? Sweet. How're your dancing skills? Rusted to the point of just not functional anymore lmao. What brand of batteries do you usually get? I don't pay attention to the kind Mom gets. Are any of your friends pregnant or have kids? A lot of my FB friends have kids. At least two are pregnant, but I only consider myself remotely close to one. I'm beyond worried about how she's going to be as a mom. Where's the strangest place a fast food restaurant was located? I've certainly seen some questionable placement in busy areas, but none that are super odd. Do you stay up all night on New Years Eve/Day or go to bed after 12am? I don't care nowadays; I just stay up until I'm tired like every other night.

[secret-engima]

I Did A Thing (What Do I Name It?)

(BEHOLD. A thing. A non-FFXV thing, somehow, amazingly. Look this little drabble grabbed my eyeballs and would not let go, and now I am contemplating a massively AU one-shot collection to go with it. But it needs a name. More info after I show the Thing because I don’t want to spoil the plot twist.

     “You’re an idiot.”

     Toshinori winced a little, and not just from the disinfectant being liberally applied to his injuries. Those were the first words to air in the room since his mentor had swept out to deal with damage control and his best friend had stomped in to help him with his hurts. “I’m sorry.”

     “No. You aren’t.” Was the snapped retort, tense and dark and growling as he carefully picked asphalt pebbles out of one of Toshinori’s gashes and applied yet more disinfectant, “If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t do it again. Yet here we are, doing this again.”

     Toshinori protested softly, “Someone had to help-!”

     “You won’t be helping anyone if you’re dead,” he snarled in response. Blue eyes glanced up at Toshinori’s face, softened almost imperceptibly, “I know you want to help people, and I know you saved lives out there today. But Toshi-,” his friend looked down at all Toshinori’s injuries —scratches really, if nasty ones— and there was something … haunted about his gaze that made Toshinori want to shiver. Something knowing and bleak and not for the first time, Toshinori wondered if his best friend since middle school —only friend during middle school— had a secondary foresight quirk. It might explain … a lot of things about him.

     Blue eyes turned bleak and Toshinori gently patted his friend’s wild hair, “It’s alright now,” he murmured, and tried not to feel horribly guilty when all he got in response is another haunted look. Toshinori leaned forward, trying to reduce the distance between them that their differing heights made, “I am here.” He’d taken to saying that during his patrols with Nana, a little catchphrase that tended to make people laugh, but he had never meant for it to be a catchphrase for his hero form. It had started out just like this, a simple, quiet reassurance for his first —and for the longest time only— friend. An anchor from whatever demons chewed his mind and made him stake out Toshinori’s couch sometimes —even though Toshinori’s apartment was tiny and terrible compared to his friend’s estate—. A shield against whatever nightmares made him … look at Toshinori sometimes, like he was seeing Toshinori’s gravestone already dated and on the ground.

     I am here, Toshinori had started saying, and with it he meant so much more. I am here, he would say, and no matter the situation it meant the same thing.

     I am still alive. I may not be in perfect health right now, but I’m okay. Everything is going to be okay. I haven’t died, I haven’t left. You aren’t alone.

     I am still here.

     A ragged sigh and a tired head shake, “Someday, Toshi,” whispered the gruff, angry boy Toshinori had first met when the former helped him to his feet after a nasty prank and grumpily forced his hoodie onto Toshi’s shoulders like a too-small cape to ward off the rain when they were only thirteen, “you’re going to run in headlong to something you can’t win. Someday that big, kind, endlessly gentle heart of yours is going to send you into a war, and when that day comes, if you don’t have your head on straight, you’re going to lose everything.”

     Seventeen and already scarred from picking fights with villains or indulging in one training session too many, Toshinori tried not to look into tired blue eyes and see Nana in the reflection as she told him about One for All and All for One, and how one could not exist without coming into conflict with the other. He wondered, for one hysterical moment, if his secret was out. If the teenager —student, friend, brother— in front of him knew.

     Then the other boy was standing and stomping toward the door with a growl and tiny sparks dripping from his hair, “Stay here and rest that ankle while I get you something to drink. I saw you twist it in that fight. You might not have sprained it by some miracle, but there’s no sense in you pushing it further and actually managing to f*ck it up.”

     Toshinori fumbled for something to say, because his friend was retreating again, just like he always did when his temper started to rise enough that his quirk came into play. I’m not going to die, Toshinori wanted to promise, I’ll get better, stronger, faster, until I’m Number One and I can save everyone without getting tossed down the street by some thug. You don’t always have to be afraid for me, I’m not quirkless anymore, and I’m not the one who refuses to use his quirk for anything but absolute emergencies! I’m not going anywhere, stop acting like I’m going to leave you behind or like I’m going to hate you for using your quirk!

     He opened his mouth and instead what came out was, “I’m not the only one.”

     His friend paused, hand on the doorknob, but didn’t look over his shoulder. Toshinori swallowed hard and held out his bandaged arms like proof even though the other wasn’t looking and couldn’t see, “With a big, endlessly gentle heart. I’m not the only one.”

     A scoff, “I’m not a good person like you, Toshi.”

     Toshinori frowned, frustration bubbling up over at avoiding one sore topic only to run headfirst into another, “You always say that! You always say things like that! Like you expect me to die and for the world to look at you like you’re a monster! Well I’m not going anywhere and you, Todoroki Enji, are no monster!” His words faltered, he breathed, “You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met, and from now until the end of our careers, I say again, I am here.” And I’m not going anywhere without you.

     Enji sighed and rested his head against the door, shoulders slumped like the entire world was on his back, “I know you are here,” he murmured at last, pointedly ignoring Toshinori’s comments on his character, “and I don’t think you’re going to die.”

     Enji yanked open the door and stomped through it, but before the door shut behind him, Toshinori heard him mutter, “I’m afraid of how many pieces you’re going have to lose before you learn there are worse things than death.”

...

(Sooo yeah. Rough thing. Interesting thing. For the record I blame you two @wolfsrainrules and @north-peach. You made me like your Favor Fire Enji and now I’m- toying with an AU Enji of my own. He’s a reincarnated soul from somewhere who read the BNHA manga up until the Eri arc, and he’s probably not from our world either because INTERESTING BACKSTORY TIME. Like- FFXV has manga and comics right? Oohhhh I could do a glaive Enji. Or other fandoms set in a semi-modern world and those make for more interesting backstory and Our World Inserts imo. But again, this AU needs a name. Someone suggest an awesome name pls.)

[nev3rfound]

before everything -  p.4 : b.b

brief summary: this is about who you and bucky were before the war. before bucky became the winter soldier. back when he was still that boy from brooklyn with all the charm. 

word count: 2k requested: nope, I had this idea a while ago and felt like the angst/fluff warnings: mentions of ptsd, war, torture (all briefly mentioned and not in great depth)

* masterlist of sorts *

commissions

part one / part two / part three / part four 

thank you for reading my mini series. it was just a quick idea I felt like sharing :)

You’d never anticipated moving on would be so painful, resulting in your body becoming an empty shell, a shadow of who you once were. Sometimes you tried to ease the pain, let the night pass with a stranger, but it never feels the same, nothing ever will. 

Opportunities passed you by, chances of moving away rose and fell as quickly as they were offered. You were stuck in Brooklyn, afraid of moving on too soon. 

“Y/n!” Your Mother calls up the stairs and the sound of hurried footsteps sounds from outside of your room. 

You apply the last of your red lipstick, reminding yourself to buy another tube once you get paid. Fluffing your hair up, you take one last look at your reflection. This is moving on, this is how it’s supposed to look. You keep muttering the same thing under your breath, hoping maybe you might believe it soon. 

*

Sitting across from your date, you vaguely listened to his stories of childhood. But all you could see is a group of kids sat in a booth just behind him. They were all so young, so naive. A boy wrapped his arm around a girl and she leant closer into him. “You okay?” 

Zoning back in, Daniel raises an eyebrow in concern.

You nod, clearing your throat before listening some more to his stories, even if your heart isn’t set in this, it’s a few hours away from everything. 

As Daniel walks you home, he slips his hand into yours. You look down at his touch, not feeling what your eyes are seeing. He catches your gaze and removes his hand quickly, apologising under his breath. 

“Why’re you sorry?” You question to him as you stand outside of your house, seeing the light still on upstairs, the sign your Mother is still up waiting ‘til you get home before turning it off. 

Daniel lets out a small sigh. “You’re not ready, Y/n.” He states to you. “And I get that. I didn’t know Bucky, but I’ve been told he was a great man.” 

Avoiding his gaze, your head rocks forward. “He was.” You manage to sniff. “I’m sorry Daniel, I had a lovely evening with you.” You tell him truthfully, even if you weren’t there for most of it. 

He smiles before giving you a hug as you walk up the steps, your lipstick still on your lips and not his as you shut the door behind you. 

“Another one, Y/n?” Your Mother asks softly as she stands at the top of the stairs, watching as you take your hair out, letting it fall down as you shake it. 

“Not tonight, Ma.” You mutter to her as you walk towards her up the stairs. “I’m tired of trying tonight.” 

Closing your bedroom door behind you, you see his shirt neatly laid out. You smile at the sight, glancing back at the wooden door knowing your Mother did this. Stepping closer, you lie down alongside his shirt before closing your eyes, picturing him still in that diner with you and Steve. 

*

Sitting at your desk, you continue to type away. The war was getting worse, you could see the dread in the faces surrounding you as you all typed up various articles. Your bosses visits became infrequent after she reported regiment 107 missing. Most of the ladies left to grieve, but you came back. 

Betty moved desks when you came back, more seats became vacant and replacements were few and far between. She’d taken residence on the desk beside yours. Every now and then she’d ask how you were, but you mostly worked in silence. 

Outside you heard a series of commotion arising. “What’s goin’ on?” One of the women asks another as they rise from their seats, crowding around the window.

You look over to Betty who shrugs her shoulders but nonetheless stops working to ask another girl. “What you seeing out there, Megan?” Betty questions and Megan turns around, her green eyes shining with joy.

“They’re back.” She whispers, tears flooding her eyes as you stare blankly. 

The sudden rush of heels begin to head straight toward the door, and you rise to your feet as Betty stands with you. “What’d they mean?” You mutter as you stand in front of the window.

Your eyes look around, seeing a blur of green, grey, red and brown all following behind red, white and blue. “Oh my god.” You whisper, running out of the office and straight into the streets. 

Pushing through the crowds you watch like a fan, seeing Steve standing tall in the flesh, a shadow of the boy you knew before. And then you see him, standing right by his side with that cheeky smirk on his face.

“BUCKY!” You yell and he stops in his tracks, a few men hitting his back before carrying on through the crowds. 

His bright blue eyes scan through, hoping he wasn’t still hallucinating, that he actually heard your voice, your sweet voice he’s done nothing but dream of. Every night as he was kept hostage, he would shiver and cling to his top. Despite the holes that laced the fabric, he thought of you holding onto him in the dead of night. He would picture your gentle smile in the moonlight, your angelic laugh you hated. 

Then he sees you. You’re still as beautiful as the night he left you. You look older, the pain of the war has hit you as much as it has anyone else. But the look you’re giving him tells him nothings changed. “Y/n.” He mutters, running toward you. 

Despite the pain, the increasing burning through his body he runs. Bucky fights back his cry of agony as he lifts you up, spinning you around in his arms. He knows you’ll be upset he got dirt on your dress, but at this moment nothing else matters.

You stand still, your hands resting on his face. “I, I thought you were lost.” You mumble, trying to be gentle of the bruising and cuts that line his soft face. Focusing on his eyes, you can see somethings changed, something he’s not ready to admit just yet.

“I was doll,” He whispers. “but Steve he, he saved us all.” Bucky turns to smile at Steve who watches like a proud parent. His best friends finally reunited. All he heard were the delirious calls of your name during Bucky’s nightmares on the journey back. Bucky craved you like a drug, not wanting to withdraw. 

Standing up straight, Bucky took a hold of your hand as you walked alongside him still in disbelief. “Pinch me, Buck.” You laugh lightly. “I’m pretty sure I’m dreamin’.” 

Bucky smiles down at you, the smile of a broken soldier. “Trust me doll,” He pauses as he leans down, kissing your lips softly. “you’re not.” 

*

It had been a week of being by his side, day in day out. The effects of him being back were becoming too comfortable as you listened to Steve mutter about one last mission. 

What Steve hadn’t witnessed was the torment that remained in Bucky. In the dead of night, Bucky would lie awake in his bed feeling the flames from the base. He could still see his best friend on the other side of the building, no way of making it out alive. He thought that was it, he was dead. He saw a man rip his skin from his face, revealing a red-faced ugly fuck and never live to tell you.

He would get out of the house, shrug on his old jacket that felt like a stranger’s and walked to yours. He’d pick small pebbles and wait for the sign of life to emerge from your window. You would invite him in, hold him close as he silently cried in your arms, too afraid of saying everything in case the truth was too much for you to handle.

Tonight was another one of those nights. 

Bucky had woken up in cold sweats, seeing men running on the battlefield with no fear. They circled them before firing. He watched men he knew fall whilst he survived. The hallucinations, the sharp tools and twisted laughs. 

Standing outside of your house, guilt began to eat at him. You walked down the stairs, glancing up to ensure no one heard you as you shut the door behind you, reaching Bucky.

“Hey,” You whisper to him as he tries to stand still, but his hands continue to shake. “how about we go for a walk. I know a good spot.” You ease him into the idea, taking his hand in yours as you silently lead the way. 

Since Bucky came back, you never forced him to talk. It was something he had to do in his own time once he felt comfortable enough to speak about the plague in his mind. 

“It was the men on the field this time.” Bucky speaks up, providing details piece by piece. “They tried to break me apart. I don’t remember if they did.” A small laugh escapes his lips as you hold back a sob in yours. “And Steve, he, he saved me from something I don’t even understand.” Bucky continues to explain as you reach the old park from the school you went to growing up. “Now Steve is this hero and I’ve lost myself.” 

Sitting down, you refused to let your hand leave his as you pulled him closer toward the railings. “Bucky,” You whisper softly. “you’re still here, you’re still in there okay.” You reassure him as his eyes cloud over, his mind still reliving events you cannot fathom. “And I’m not letting you go, Steve won’t let that happen.” You chuckle lightly, forcing the tears back as you want to be strong for him, you have to be. 

Bucky nods as he leans closer into you. “One more mission.” Bucky tells you as his eyes lock on yours. He can already see the heartache of the realisation he’s going. You knew it was coming, but you didn’t expect it to be so soon. “Then I’m yours, yours forever, doll.” Bucky places his hand on your cheek as you lean into his touch. 

He wishes he could capture this moment and hold it like the images of torture that line his mind. All he wants is to see you in the mornings when he opens his eyes and your smile before he falls asleep at night. But that is to come, he tells himself. Just one more mission and he can have it all with you. 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go, Barnes.” You laugh with him, smiling under the moonlight as he pulls you up into him. 

Burying your head into his neck, you sigh lightly. The sensation sends goosebumps all down his spine, an effect no woman has ever had besides you.”I don’t want you too, Y/n.” Bucky admits, pulling away momentarily to look at you in this moment. 

“And why’s that?” You ask, raising an eyebrow to him. 

His face softens from a slight smirk, the one you grew up resenting. Bucky can feel everything as your hand rests on his arm, the dull pain that is still coursing through his body. He knows this mission might be his last, but for all the wrong reasons. 

Bucky closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, shutting everything out as he focuses solely on you. “Cause I think I’d fall if you let go.” 

Keeping your focus on him, the Bucky before you wasn’t the boy who left. He wasn’t the same before the war. You never witnessed Bucky putting his heart out on a string, dangling it in the hope someone would take care of it like this. Before everything, you never thought Bucky could be capable of love, but here he is. 

You lean closer, kissing him gently. As you pull away, you whisper the encouragement he always desires. “As long as I’m around, Buck, I won’t let you fall.” 

The two of you lie on the ground, limbs tangled under the moonlight as you recount old memories. You avoid living in the now for a little while longer, focusing on before everything, when life was less painful but a lot less beautiful. 

[huneetaetae]

Chapter One: Dreams

Living in a small town was dull. Wanting to explore the bustling city of Seoul was a dream. You would do anything to get there.

Series: Red Strings

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

AU: Your Name/Kimi no Na Wa. I changed the au a little so i’m not just copying it. But it has pretty similar aspects. 

Word count: 1.125K

Warnings: none

I haven’t written in like 8 months so I’m sorry if it’s bad! I haven’t seen this done before, so I had to do it. Enjoy !!

Golden sun filters through the blinds, hitting your face and warming your cheeks. Slowly waking up, you rub your eyes, the familiar tracks of tears evident beneath them. For the past week, every morning you would wake up with red, puffy eyes and a feeling of heartache which couldn’t be placed. What was producing this feeling was hazy, feeling like a long-lost memory. Just out of reach, no matter how hard grasp at it.

Sitting up, you stretch. Feeling your muscles relax and yawning, you try to rid your body of any remaining sleepiness. The morning had a tranquil quietness to it. The only sounds to be heard being the sway of trees outside in the wind. It had always been like this. Growing up in a small town meant none of the hustle and endless streams of noise in large cities. Your town is a close-knit community. Everybody knew everyone. There is no adventure or surprise, just the familiarity that you’ve began to grow tired of over the years. Your heart yearned to explore large cities. Living in Seoul was a dream, yet only that. A dream. Something you would never experience

You began to get ready for the day, following your usual routine. You had agreed to meet and have breakfast with your friend Hoseok. He had been your best friend for as long as you both could remember. Hoseok is a ball of sunshine and one of the few things keeping you from packing up your things and getting out of this town as soon as you could. The two of you were as close as you could get, many people in the town thinking you would eventually date. The thought made you cringe, as much as you loved Hoseok, he was like a brother to you.

As you made your way down the winding gravel roads, your mind drifted back to the tears from earlier this morning, scouring your brain for what could be causing this, yet nothing arises. The café you agreed to met Hoseok at was the only one in the town. It’s small and rustic, decorated with bright flowers which everyone in the town seemed to flock to. The menu was limited, serving basic yet delicious homemade dishes, always leaving you satisfied.

After a 15-minute walk, you reach the café, only having opened an hour ago yet already bustling and lively. Well, as lively as you could get in this town. Taking a seat under the large jacaranda tree, you wait for Hoseok. Glancing over the menu, you read the dishes offered, although you would get the same thing every time. Hearing the sound of the chair in front of you scraping against the pebbled floor, you look up only to be greeted with a bright grin which could blind even the sun.

“Morning Hobi,” you say, offering a sweet smile in return as he takes a seat.

“You getting the usual Y/N?” He asks, picking up a menu for himself and browsing the options. “Or have you finally decided to change it up for once?” he teases, rolling your eyes at his comment.

“Yeah, yeah whatever Hobi. At least I don’t spend hours deciding what to eat. Surely you must have the menu memorised by now. I can’t even count the amount of times we’ve been here.”

Hobi laughs at your comment, lips forming a heart as he smiles. “Ok, fair. I’ll go order for us.” You thank him as he gets up and goes into the small building.

He returns quickly, taking a seat in his previous position. “So,” he begins. “Anything new in your life? With oh so much to do in this town, you must have so much news for me,” his voice drips with sarcasm as he chuckles.

You lean back in your chair, having up at the vibrant green leaves that hand from the tree high above your heads. “I do, actually.” He perks up at your comment, leaning forward with wide eyes. “This past week has been strange…” you begin. “Every morning I’ve woken up crying and I don’t know why. It’s not like I’m having nightmares of anything, I would remember those. But… it always feels hazy and sad. Kinda like an old memory.”

Hoseok listens intently to your story, thinking deeply for a few moments before replying.

“I think I’ve heard about this before… Y’know how it feels like a memory?” You nod. “Apparently it could be, like, a past life.”

“A past life…?” You raise your eyebrow, questioning his evaluation. Sighing, you rest your head in your palms. “I think I just need to get out of this town. Move somewhere else. You know I’ve always wanted to go to Seoul. I think I’m sick of this town.”

He had always been hesitant about you moving to Seoul. Saying that it was very risky and expensive. You had always put it off as him being overprotective of you. He knew it was your dream, so why would he hold you back.

Hoseok stares at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place, opening his mouth to say something but quickly shutting it as your meals are placed in front of you, stopping him from whatever he was going to say.

--

The rest of the day flew by, most of the time being taken up by Hoseok and his ability to endlessly talk about anything and everything. As soon as you hit the lush pillows of your bed, you could already hear sleep whispering your name. Sighing, you close your eyes, wondering if tomorrow morning would be the same. Would you wake up with tears again? The thoughts soon drifted from your mind as you drifted into a peaceful slumber.

--

The blaring of an alarm tugs you out of sleep. Groaning, you reached out to silence the annoying sound. Wiping your eyes, there was no tears. You get up and look around the room, slowly coming to your senses. The room was unfamiliar. It was minimalist with simple white furniture, but the walls littered with stunning sketches and paintings of landscapes. Your brows furrow as you take in your surroundings. Was this a dream? Are you in some kind of dream-ception? Looking in the mirror across the room a gasp leaves your lips.

The reflection staring back at you wasn’t you. Instead there stood a tall man with honey golden skin and dark brown hair. He was the most beautiful person you had seen, having an almost ethereal glow about him. You slowly step closer to the mirror but jump when your- well his, phone pings. Picking up the phone you read the message on the screen.

“Joonie: Tae, it’s already 12pm. Are you coming or not?”

[precuredaily]

Precure Day 113

Episode: Futari wa Precure Splash Star 15 - “Softball is the Bond between Mother and Daughter” Date watched: 12 April 2019 Original air date: 14 May 2006 Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/6udeh4g Project info and master list of posts: http://tinyurl.com/PCDabout

Young Saki is always a win

Now that Michiru and Kaoru’s allegiance is known, we can see them truly playing their part as infiltrators. They spy on Saki's morning softball practice and comment on how silly and futile it seems. Gohyaan pops up and tells them to return to their fountain, but without even batting an eye they unanimously say “no” and walk off to class. During literature class, all of the softball players are dozing off, to the ire of the teacher, and an offhand comment from Mai that they’ll do well in the tournament tomorrow gets the sisters thinking.

[[evil thoughts]]

During the after school softball practice, they intercept Dorodoron before he can attack the Precures, and remind him that full-frontal assaults without a strategy are why Moerumba lost. They hint that the girls’ power as Precure seems to be connected to their moods and enjoyment, so Dorodoron decides to play coy and sticks a tiny pebble Uzainaa in her catcher’s mitt that will cause her pitches to go wildly off target. This works for a while and it really kills Saki’s spirit. That night at dinner, she has no appetite and goes to sleep early, until she has a nightmare about missing 100 pitches in a row and allowing the other team to win in a landslide.

She snaps awake at about 1 AM and realizes she’s hungry so she goes downstairs to grab something. Saki finds her mother in the kitchen, working on new confections for the store, and after some motherly prodding Saki unloads all her troubles. Mom reminds her that she didn’t start out great, and missed a lot when she was a child too. Her mother told her then that the most important things were to “Give it your all, try your hardest, and have fun!” and she reiterates that now. At the time Saki wanted to use her mom’s glove to see if it would help her, but of course she was much too small for it to fit her hand back then. Now, however, her hands are about the same size as her mother’s, and so Saori suggests her daughter try using her glove for the game tomorrow.

(as an aside, I realize I am very much underselling this scene, it’s a powerful moment, but in my effort to keep this concise I’m having to skimp on the details)

The next day Saki is feeling enthusiastic again after her mother’s pep talk and she eagerly chats with Mai on the trolley about getting to use her mom’s glove in the match. Dorodoron is riding on top of the train, somehow completely unnoticed, and overhears this, and he is not pleased. He intercepts the duo on a bridge and says that he’ll let them go and not fight them today if Saki agrees to use her own glove. This sets off some alarm bells in the girls’ heads and they go back and forth, trying to find out why he’s so adamant about this. Finally, when Saki refuses to use her own glove, he gets angry and releases the Uzainaa, growing it back to giant size, and then somewhat fusing with it (not pictured).

Saki and Mai transform into Pretty Cure and realize that this Uzainaa is what’s been throwing Saki off her game. Dordoron taunts her, assuming that her spirits will still be down and therefore Precure’s power will be lessened and he’ll have an easy fight. He didn’t count on his ruse being revealed, or the power boost they would get from their righteous anger at his foul play. The girls strike in unison, brushing aside his attacks and delivering strong counterattacks of their own, surprising the soft-spoken general. Bloom explains that, despite his efforts, she still has the support of her mom, Egret, and all of her friends and teammates, and the goal is to do your best and have fun, so she wouldn’t let him bring her down. The Cures perform Twin Stream Splash on the monster and Dorodoron beats a hasty retreat. After it’s gone, Bloom expresses her disgust at the underhanded tactic, and the camera pans up to show Michiru and Kaoru spying on them from above, looking disappointed.

possible symbolism: Bloom and Egret facing toward each other, while Michiru and Kaoru face away from each other

Michiru says that the Precure are unexpectedly strong, while Kaoru retorts that it’s more like Dorodoron is unexpectedly weak, but they both agree that Precure have powers they weren’t aware of and they’ll have to keep watching them.

At the game, Saki scores the winning strikeout on the opposing team and everybody celebrates. She goes hom and makes dinner for her family that night: a special omelette! Now, the usual trope for pink cures is that they can’t cook and their food tastes awful, so imagine my surprise when her whole family agrees that the dinner was really good! Happy ending!

Look at those Kiryuu sisters, they just arrived and they’re already changing the game. Kiriya spied on Black and White the same as Michiru and Kaoru are doing to Saki and Mai, but he did very little to help his sister in battle. On the flipside, Michiru and Kaoru are giving advice to Dorodoron about better strategies than just charging in and demanding the location of the Fountain of the Sun. Trying to throw Saki off her groove was actually quite clever, and it would have worked if he hadn’t been such a dunce about it. He could have easily hidden near the girls and had the Uzainaa jump from Saki’s glove to her mother’s, further wounding her pride and confidence, but instead he jumped out and made a very suspicious demand that led to his premature defeat. I feel justified in picking apart silly villain plans because, in this show and later shows, the villains can and have done better, even on the instances when they still ultimately lose, so it’s not just me being salty that the good guys always win because it’s a hero show. Certainly, Saki’s speech about being inspired by her mom and friends was powerful, but imagine how much more powerful it would have been if Dorodoron hadn’t played his hand so early. Then again, that he needed the Kiryuus to point him in the right direction says a lot about his competence as a villain as well.  M & K’s scheming is fun, though, and I look forward to seeing what else they come up with. (I’ve honestly forgotten)

Also, the Kiryuus are the subject of a lot of interesting camera work. There’s that high angle, which is also meant to include Dorodoron, and there’s a low angle from his point of view:

Earlier when Gohyaan showed up to say hello, there was an extreme closeup on Michiru’s face showing her just barely moving her eyes and nothing else to acknowledge his presence.

Dorodoron isn’t exempt from the fun, he gets this one distinct shot that I really like:

For someone so timid he’s surprisingly expressive.

Saki gets to be the subject of some creative mood lighting and beautiful sunset animation.

I guess I’m a sucker for sunsets. There’s also these shadows that symbolize her sadness when she feels like she’s lost her skill:

And then the next day after talking to her mother, she’s bright and well-lit again.

Now, I’m going to cheat a little bit here, because I love pointing out poor-quality animation when it pops up. This following shot was only visible for a single frame before dramatically zooming out, so the low quality makes sense for the distance, but the split second that it’s there as a closeup..... it’s bad.

But as I said, their fight has some great synchronized action and that gives us shots like this:

It feels a lot more interesting than some previous episodes of the show. Y’all know I didn’t give Karehaan the time of day, and even Moerumba got a bit tiring. The villains themselves are endemic of my larger issues with the show: it was good but it wasn’t really doing anything. Now, however, we’ve got some much-needed intrigue and that’s helped the show a lot in this episode. As I recall, it only gets better from here, so I hope you enjoy coming on this journey with me.

The last couple episodes haven’t had much in the way of Saki’s catchphrase, so this episode decided to make up for it in spades!

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 3 Zekkouchou Nari (from Saki) Saki’s mom also gets in on the fun with a “Zekkouchou Nari” of her own, and.... Saki uses her anti-catchphrase, “I’m in bad form!” twice!

Miracle Drop Count: 2

[sweetshadcw]

TW: TEEN PREGNANCY (KIND OF)

oh  ?  what’s  this  ?  a  new  muse  ?  why  yes,  it  is  !  okie  dokie,  hmu  for  plots  or  hit  the  lil  heart  so  i  can  slide  into  ur  tumblr  or  discord  ims  to  yeet  this  babie  at  u

●●   is  that  ELIZABETH  OLSEN  ?  no,  that’s  just  LUCY  DAHLMAN,  the  26  year  old  CISFEMALE  who  is  an  ACTRESS.  some  say  they’re  LOQUACIOUS  AND  WHIMSICAL,  but  their  family  and  friends  will  swear  they’re  HUMOROUS  AND  EBULLIENT.  when  i  think  of  them,  i  think  of   cameras  flashing,  laughing  so  hard  that  it  hurts,  yves  saint  laurent  perfume,  rumors  written  on  tabloids,  baggy  sweaters  in  the  winter.  i  wonder  if  HER  neighbors  knows  that  HER  YOUNGER  SISTER  IS  ACTUALLY  HER  DAUGHTER.   ●●

QUICK   STATS   !

full name: lucille sophia dahlman

nickname(s): lucy, lu

age: twenty-six

date of birth: september 28th

zodiac sign: libra

place of birth: los angeles, ca

gender: cisfemale

sexual orientation: pansexual

romantic orientation: panromantic

occupation: actress

hogwarts house: hufflepuff

ABOUT   LUCY   !

if you’ve ever heard of the dahlmans (and i’m sure you have) you’d know that the name is synonymous to one thing: fame. lucy’s father, jason dahlman, is an a-list actor, director and producer, her mother, katherine webb is a model-turned actress and her three older brothers are also actors.

so to the surprise of literally no one, lucy was thrust into the spotlight at a young age. at first, it was small roles given to her through the power of her parents, but it wasn’t until she was thirteen that she was cast as a main character in a tv series that she was finally seen as someone other than “the dahlmans’ daughter”

the show’s success brought about many opportunities, both on television and on the silver screen, for her. she’d been dubbed nicknames like “america’s sweetheart’ and gained a reputation for being innocent and a goody-two-shoes which to be clear, wasn’t false, but was certainly exaggerated for the media.

they’d managed to keep that up without any problems until she was around nineteen... when she fell pregnant with her then-boyfriend’s baby. it was a literal nightmare for her pr team, especially since the finale of her show was still fresh and they didn’t want her to end up on one of those “child stars gone bad” articles. yikes?

so, since lucy had every intention of keeping the baby, they decided to send her and her mom to ashcroft to live with her aunt to keep the pregnancy on the dl. nine months later, one day after valentine’s, patricia rose dahlman was brought into the world. she ended up staying in ashcroft for another two years to lay off any suspicion.

her pr team and her family felt it was best to keep the pregnancy a total secret from the public to maintain her image, which was why they decided to pass her baby off as her younger sister, and her mother’s daughter.

ok so uhh personality wise, lucy is a total sweetheart ?? i mean, she wasn’t called “america’s sweetheart for nothing. she’s kind of spontaneous, likes to go on random adventures a lot and is just ?? a total rambler ?? someone tape her mouth shut i swear she once talked about a pebble she found on a beach for like forty minutes straight.

a literal klutz, to the point where she has to have a pack of band-aids on her person at all times. incredibly sarcastic and a drama queen to a fault, but also she’s also just ?? actual sunshine ?? she radiates so much positive energy it’s unreal tbh

anyway she’s been back in ashcroft for a little bit now, taking a break from acting since she wants to spend more time with her daughter !! because she literally hasn’t seen her since she was last in ashcroft which was four years ago !! so she misses the heck out of her !!

no wcs part of the intro again because i’m working on a new wc list but in the meantime, gimme new friends, old friends from when she was here six years ago, people who are suspicious of her true relationship to patricia idk? fans ??? she’s an actress so she def has some u feel (listen. if they a stan account lucy probably recognizes their username she’s vv close to her fans) um idk anymore i’m just throwing out suggestions love me thanks

[dreamskept]

hmmm tell me some hcs about milo and / or zula! if you want smth specific, maybe what they like or dislike?

oooo... my lads... 

zula!

honestly she’s such a night owl bc she’s always working night shifts but she really likes sunrises! mostly bc it signifies the end of her shift and that means sleep is soon but hey its pretty

she hates octopus... octopi... mostly because of a time when she was swimming and one spooked the shit out of her so she tries to avoid them most of the time FHSDFSDF

also zula really doesn’t like uptight people and people that can’t just joke along with her... literally most of her personality is fluid joking around so people who can’t go along with that? No Thanks,

she also doesn’t like beaches much because of the sand + seaweed but generally it balances out if she’s with her friends! she’d much prefer chilling out / tanning to actually going swimming on a beach.

she loves romantic shit she eats that right up. poetry, flowers, dinner dates, candles, etc... she will gobble that right up because she’s a romantic at heart

scientific experiments... really she just wants to see how things react instead of figuring out why they react but you know, details

she loves fruits and nuts gobble gobble

she doesn’t like nightmares!! obv it’s her job to fight against him but she has no way to stop her own nightmares

milo!

milo’s a hsp / highly sensitive person esp in tune to other people’s emotions and feelings so they feel horrible around people with a lot of rage / anger they really... don’t like it 

coupling onto the last one, around ppl who r mad and angry... milo naturally draws that onto themselves so that ends up in them feeling icky and nasty and angry and they... really don’t like that feeling!

they don’t like illegal stuff... which sucks bc jae / salem / tiye (their friends) have no problem with illegal stuff LFKSJDFLKSDJLFDSF stealing and whatnot makes them feel Real Bad

they don’t like!!! mega evolutions!!!!! it causes pain to pokemon!!!!!!! literally forcing them to genetically evolve!!!

they love making friends with the townsfolk! salem, jae, tiye, and milo travel a lot so they’re in and out of the town but milo never fails to make friends with some of the people living there! just to listen and chitchat... one of their fave things to do!

they love feel-good movies tbh... either that or books w found family trope... makes their heart warm 

candles!!!! they like candles!!! also they like... you know that plant aesthetic with hanging glassware with pebbles and plants growing out of it? ya... they love that stuff

basically anything that’s not morally bad they like

[fairyshuuu]

Mercy has a price Pt3

.summary. You’ve been an outsider all your life. Never truly part of one life, and never truly part of the other. When you find him though, the people you once called yours fall into pieces to pry you apart. .word count.  5.9k .pairing. minseok x reader .genre. werewolf au  angst/fluff (will contain smut in the future) .other members.

.warnings. domestic abuse, injuries part 1.  part 2.  part 3.  part 4.  part5.  part 6.

You lean back in the couch, cup of tea tight between your hands. You sigh and cock your head back, letting it rest onto the plush filling of the furniture. Donghyuk sighs deeply from his side from the room, groaning. With a small giggle, you sit up straight, and cock your head to the side. “It’s harder than it might seem, right?” Your younger brother falls back into the covers, almost smacking the very expensive camera into his head in the process. You get a mini heart attack at that, glaring at the man’s bashful little smile.

“Sorry.” He grins, before flicking the next button yet again. You have a good hundred pictures to choose from for the next assignment, something that even surprised you. You didn’t even notice you had taken that many. When Donghyuk rolls over in his bed again, you sigh in nerves. You still have a couple of days to turn in, but the pressure of doing well is always there. Maybe you should go out and find something else, a better picture opportunity must be out there. The raven haired man suddenly chuckles, turning the little display screen towards you. “You little stalker. Does hyung know you took this picture of him?”

You smile at his pointed look but shrug, truly unable to remember. “I’m pretty sure he knew I was photographing him.” When you both laugh, you continue. “That boy would love nothing more than to be the center of attention once in a while. So I’m sure he noticed.”

Donghyuk lifts his brow but continues going through the pictures, a conflicted sigh escaping again. “How can you finish your assignments for all your other classes days before the due date, but not find a single picture you like? How does that happen?”

Again, you lift your shoulders. “I think it’s because I’m more critical of my own work.” You roll your shoulders, so ready to just throw on a comfortable shirt and sweatpants. “Anyway, have you found any that you like? Any?” Your brother sits up in his bed again, and pouts.

“Of course. You have talent, they are all good. But there’s so many, how am I supposed to ever choose a favorite. I’ve forgotten the first twenty already, and I’m not even halfway-” At that moment, a knock on the door interrupts Donghyuk. Jiwon comes walking into the room, a little frown on his face, closing the door behind him again.

“We have to go, Shownu wants to leave right about in two seconds and Kihyun is nagging my ears off. You ready?” He faces his little brother, who hops forward on the bed a bit. You look between the two for a second, before focussing your attention on the cup in your hands. They are clearly not talking to you. Not that they wouldn’t invite you, but you literally cannot. You physically can’t join them on runs, and you don’t really want to be around the new pack members at all anyway.

Donghyuk looks over at you with a little pitiful look, before sighing. “Yeah, I’m ready.” He stands up and hands you the expensive piece of equipment, before walking over to the door. Both of your brothers give you a few seconds where they send you sad looks, that you quickly wave off.

“Have fun.” You smile, a genuine one. You really do want them to have fun out there, though you doubt it’ll be that much fun with the loser gang on their tails. “When will you be back, you think?” You quickly ask, informing to be sure. You’ve been sleeping in Donghyuk’s room ever since Hoseok’s outbreak, since you can’t shake the nightmares plaguing you at night. Though your brother can’t stop them, waking up to a familiar face is nice, which is why he said yes immediately when you asked if it would be alright.

Jiwon looks back over his shoulder at the inpatient call of his name outside, that you can hear clearly too, and answers. “In a few hours, most likely. Don’t wait up.  It’ll be closer to the morning.” He sighs. “You sure you don’t want either of us to stay? I don’t like the idea of leaving you all alone here.”

“It’s fine, Jiwonnie. I’ll be fine. Go have fun, you haven’t been running in weeks.”

“And I’d do it again if you’d need me to.”

“Well, I don’t need you to. So- go. Before the angry stepfather comes and drags you down the stairs.” Donghyuk giggles at that, Jiwon too not able to hold his smile. You smile too, fading quickly. “Just go, please. Pretend you are running in my place.” Both want to say more but when the door downstairs opens, they are both off with a quick ‘goodbye’ and ‘sleep tight’. You just sigh, and shut off your camera, putting it carefully on the couch next to you. Hopefully you catch sleep quickly this time.

You don’t catch sleep quickly. You’re just lying under your covers, staring at the weird swirls your eyes paint into the darkness of the room. It’s quiet outside, not even a howl heard in the distance. Though you know the people in the city know of wolf packs in the mountains and living in the nearby forests, your pack chooses to stay out of the normal human radar mostly. The Omega’s don’t seem to have any problem ruining bonds with the neighboring pack though, but you also know Bumble would never let that happen. She’s probably the reason the hasn’t complained at all yet.

A little snap outside the house makes you sit up. It’s still far away, but you can hear whatever it is easily, moving between the trees and over to the house. Though it could perfectly be a bunny or even a deer, since you have those around, it doesn’t sound like one. It sounds heavier than a rabbit, and lighter than a deer. Confused, you throw your blankets off you, since you feel too hot, and crane your neck to listen better. Your wound from where Hoseok nicked you with the edge of his teeth has healed easily, but still pulls at your skin even now. You have most werewolf attributes, such as fast healing, and a high temperature just like your family members.

When the sound of movement stops, you freeze yourself too, waiting for another sound. It comes quite quickly, making you jump so high in surprise you almost tumble out of bed. A pebble smacking against your window. You can’t think of a more overused movie cliché, but here you are. Now the question is just, who is on the other side of the window? You kick your legs to get from under the blanket and stand up, sleepy and tired but still aware as you walk over to the window.

You don’t really know what you are expecting down there, but it’s definitely not that. Minseok, stood in a sweatshirt and some loose sweatpants, looking up at you. When he catches your eyes, his anticipating smile turns into a full toothed grin, as he pulls off the hood to reveal his face more. His blonde hair is smoothed to his face from being under the hood, his face flushed. You gasp to yourself. How did he get here? Why is he here? He must have come in shifted form, but then- You stop yourself from more monologue, and pull open the window.

It’s quite cold outside, even now that it’s spring. “Minseok? What are you doing out there?” You whisper harshly, not wanting to alert your pack outside, even if they might not be able to hear. Just the thought of him being here scares you, not because you don’t want to see him, you actually missed Minseok so much more than you’d care to admit, but because your ‘family’ wouldn’t hesitate hurting him. “Wh- Wait there.” You almost break your both feet rushing down the stairs and grab Jiwon’s jacket on the way. When you pull open the door, you pause for a second, just lingering in the tingling warmth of being near your mate.

You breathe deeply, holding onto the doorframe, breaths coming out in little clouds. When Minseok doesn’t say anything, you blink for a second. He looks perfect like this, and you have to wonder if you’re not just dreaming. His fluffy hair framing his perfect face, dark irises peeking out from under it, reflecting the warm shine from the light inside the house. He opens his lips to take a breath, slow and deliberate, one you can’t help but mirror, since it feels like a million years that you’ve been near him. “Come here.” You whisper, soft and careful this time.

His eyes flick to your lips when you speak, lingering on there for way too long. You too, remember the way his lips felt against yours last time you two spoke. How warm, soft, careful and perfect they felt, and how much you wanted to stay that way forever. He listens to you though, taking two big steps in your direction, while stuffing his hands into his sweatshirt. He’s close enough to reach out, and for some reason you don’t stop yourself from doing just that. Your fingers glide from the center of his chest up to his collar, that you pull a little higher. It’s cold, and you don’t want him to get sick. “I told you not to visit.” You mumble, looking away from his eyes as they flick over your face.

“I couldn’t stay away.” He answers, lips curving into a soft smile when your hands come to rest on his shoulders. The touch is innocent, and barely there, light and careful, but it seems enough to both of you for right now. Anything more would be too much. “Are you mad at me?” His smile only grows when you roll your eyes, pulling him closer. Not to keep him to your body like you’ve dreamed about for nights on end though, but to get him inside the house. You don’t like the idea of standing so exposed out in the open. When you cock your head in the direction of the door, hands slipping off, Minseok only fully takes you in.

You’re dressed in an oversized shirt that falls mid-thigh, the cold white color standing off against your warm skin, your hair draped over your shoulders, and a giant jacket covering most of the rest with the way you hold it close to your skin. “Aren’t you cold?” He whispers, the sound still clearly audible because of your great hearing. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice when he speaks now, that you haven’t noticed before today. Maybe it’s because you’re so painfully aware of him right this second, or maybe it’s because it’s something that only developed recently, but you adore it. It feels like little kisses on a stormy night, the same feeling of comfort being found there.

You look back at him over your shoulder, mouth corners pulling up to widen your cheeks, as you look at your feet. “Why would I be cold? Are you cold?”

“No,” he agrees, lifting his shoulders cutely, “high metabolism. I forget sometimes that you’re just like me.” Your face falls a little at that, just a tiny change but it feels like a landslide of mental difference. Minseok notices your change, but his raised eyebrows show that he’s not sure as to why. “I mean, you are not just like me, you’re way, way better, but we’re still…” He trails off after that, eyes flicking over your face.

In your moment of spacing out, you suddenly notice the way the light haired man nervously picks his sleeve, fingers playing with one of the loose threads. You don’t like seeing him nervous, still scared to mess up. “Yeah,” you suddenly smile, turning your frown around in attempt to distract yourself as well, “now come on.” You whisper, and grab his fingers to drag him inside the door, waiting to get him safe and sound and close to you. Being out there, where your pack could get to him, makes you feel too vulnerable.

Considering how long you’ve been apart, it’s weird how needy your body feels again. It’s been only half the time, but your longing for him has more than doubled. You toss the door closed behind him, and take a deep breath. “No one can know you were here, Minseok.” You look around the room with a sigh. “Your smell will stick in this room if you walk around like this.” You can see his lips twitch into a teasing smirk but you don’t let him make any comment that you so sense wanting to tumble from his lips, instead sliding out of the huge jacket of your brother and pushing it into his hands. “Wear this. My brother’s scent will hopefully camouflage yours just enough.”

Minseok nods, and puts on the jacket much like you ask. Immediately, you feel more comfortable, since it really does mask him quite well. You hum. “It’s good.” But as you turn around the room again, you decide you don’t really want to be here at all with Minseok. “But we should get out of here anyway. I don’t trust it and would feel a lot safer if we went somewhere else.”

Though the blonde nods, he does seem to have something on his mind. You don’t know how you know that, but you do, even though his expression doesn’t change. “We could go to our territory. I was on watch so no one will mind you being there.” He suggests, looking over at you with his big yellow orbs. He looks so cute like this, your can’t help but giggle, and hug him. Your arms wrap around his shoulders tightly, feeling every muscle freeze beneath your fingers and then move so Minseok can hug you back.

Just when you want to pull back, he lets out a little shocked breath. “What is that?” You let go of him to look at what he was talking about and are met with the half of the room everyone shoved the mess Hoseok left behind in. The shattered chair, the dishwasher that you luckily got to stop leaking water onto the hardwood, some of the other stuff that was damaged or even ruined in the incident. Self-consciously, you reach up to your shirt and pull it a little higher, feeling the little scar underneath, and praying Minseok doesn’t see it.

Thing is, you’ve not even allowed yourself to think about any possibility where Hoseok is anything more than an idiot pack member to you. And since they’ve kept him away from the house ever since, you’ve not been able to check anything like that out. Just thinking about it makes tears well to the corners of your eyes. You don’t want anyone else but Minseok. Every second you’ve missed him he’s been in the back of your mind, and you’d not want it any other way. You’ve grown so much more attached to him than you would’ve ever guessed when you first met him, even despite your limited interactions.

“What happened here? Are you okay?” His surprise morphs to worry in a split second, eyes finding your flushed cheeks and watery eyes, almost as soon as his hands do. He wraps one hand around your waist, pulling you way too close, while his other supports your face. You can’t help but lean into his touch for support either, or you don’t care anymore. Thoughts of keeping him out of your life don’t really seem to matter anymore, if he can’t bring himself to stay away either.

“I’m fine.” You smile, one of true despair, because you can’t tell him everything you want to tell him so desperately. “One of my brothers,” you pause at that word because it feels dirty to call him that, to call someone who tried to kill you, or even the people who would’ve let it happen, your family, “got…. attacked by something, I think, and went crazy on the furniture.” You can feel his worry, sense it in your bones and you give him a little squeeze in return. “I’m really fine, Min.” When you break away from him though, you’re painfully aware of your surroundings again. “Can we please just go?”

Though he doesn’t want to let this just fly past, he agrees, and walks over to the door, and into the chilly air easily. “Are you sure you won’t be cold?” He asks when looking back once more, something you give a determined shake of the head to. It’s really the one thing that makes you feel like you’re at least a little part of the wolf family, and you won’t let yourself be babied like a human would be. So Minseok pulls his lips tight, grabs a steady hold of your hand, and starts running.

You two run for a long while in silence, and you surprise yourself by not being out of breath in the slightest. The woods are strangely quiet, and that’s really the only thing you can think of during the minute long run, because you feel like every sound you make is multiplied by a thousand. Minseok doesn’t seem too worried though, but then again, he doesn’t know your pack like you do. When you two finally start slowing pace, you know that you must be nearing the edge of your territory, and getting close to Minseok’s. You haven’t heard your pack once yet in this entire time, neither have you smelled your two brothers, so they must be running more towards the east edge of the territory, farther away from the city.

When you two come to a normal walking speed, you finally let out a breath, you feel like you’ve been holding for way too long. The woods in this part are very populated, dense and incredibly dark. Of course it’s not a problem for you, since you have better night vision than any human would, but still the feeling is just as eerie. You look around while following behind Minseok, who still has a steady hold on your hand, and you have no plans to remove it.

When suddenly a little flicker of light catches your eye, you pause. You quickly realize this is no human or wolf though, and tilt your head to the side curiously. More and more little lights rise from the plants when you walk through them, and Minseok only stops to really notice when you hold your steps completely. “Woah… fireflies.” You breathe, looking over at your mate in amusement, who’s lips tilt into a cute confused smile.

“Yeah. They are everywhere in the forest.” He examines your face and amazement with his own sense of joy, because seeing you this open and childlike doesn’t seem to happen very often. “You must really not come out into the forest a lot, huh? How do you do it? I would go crazy if I couldn’t let out steam by going on a run every few days.” At that, you close your mouth, turn to him and shrug softly, before walking on.

Minseok doesn’t say anything, but his eyes keep on you. You know that he’s wondering why you always snap shut the way you do, when he speaks of anything a normal wolf would do. You know he wonders, it’s written all over his face. In the distance, you can hear the movement of water, something that surprises you quite a bit since you didn’t know the river ran this close to the border of your territory. Maybe you would’ve come here more if you would’ve known, but you doubt Shownu would have let you go anyway.

You know you should tell him, he is your mate after all. Everyone close to you knows, and you could argue that Minseok is the person closest to you in every way. Though you want to tell him, it’s more difficult than it seems. You know he wouldn’t, but your mind plays these little games, what would happen if he would reject you, what would happen if he would laugh. What if he saw you as a freak, a disgrace, like the newest pack members do. You walk on in silence, until you get to the river edge, Minseok walking around a little to crunch pebbles under his feet. “Come on. Just a little more and we’ll get to the house. There’s a little passage a little farther downstream, where the water is much more shallow. It barely reaches your tail when you cross through it, but it is a little cold.”

He smiles so sweetly at you, every doubt you had suddenly disperses, and you take your hand from his. “We’re in your territory here, right?” He nods, eyes big and confused. “Then here is fine.” You mumble, sitting down on the somewhat cold ground. Your bare legs feel beaming against the ice cold stones, but you barely sense that. Minseok looks very confused, and maybe slightly concerned that you have hurt yourself, but follows your lead and sits down next to you. “I think I need to explain something to you. And I feel like you’ll think I’m strange, or you might hate me for not telling you right away, but I was scared.”

Minseok doesn’t speak, just letting you go on, his attention fully on you. You clear your throat. “I… was born from a wolf mother, and a wolf father. That should have made me a full blood wolf, much like everyone else in my pack, and in yours. I wasn’t transformed into one, and I’m not a mutt like how you heard  my pack call me the other day. I’m a normal… wolf, but I’m not. I cannot shift. I tried so many times, and nothing works. I can’t bring myself to shift, and even when I’m angry or upset, things that even experienced wolves have problems with, don’t make me shift.

At first I didn’t know that was my problem, I just thought I was a late bloomer. My brothers all turned for the first time before they were ten, all my friends at the time too. And I didn’t. And my mom and dad said that some people just need a little more time, and I believed them. But another good five years later everyone I knew could control their shifting almost perfectly, and I stayed like this. And then I turned sixteen, and I needed to find my own pack. Me and my brothers joined together with the kids from neighboring families, and Bumble. And they all didn’t care, so I didn’t mind either. But now I’m 23, and I am pretty sure I’ve had times where I would have shifted if I could’ve, but didn’t.

That is why my new pack mates bully me the way they do. They think I’m a disgrace, and I can’t give them any proof to show them I’m not.” Minseok stays quiet, even when you stop talking, and for a second you wonder if he even listened. But then he moves, slowly and deliberately, and presses his lips to your cold cheek. He lifts his lips then, to look you in the eyes. It feels too close though, with only a little space between your faces, barely enough to take a deep breath.

Minseok takes a shallow one instead, and whispers a response. “Okay,” it sounds more like a sigh than an actual word, something to ground himself after all that, “okay. That-” A gummy smile slips on, “that actually explains so much. But why would you think I’d care about that at all? It doesn’t make a difference in our relationship, does it? I don’t mind any of that, not for a second. You’re perfect, you would’ve been if you were a human, or a wolf, or an alien. You’re my mate, and I care about you. It doesn’t change anything.”

You let out a little sigh of relief, you hadn’t allowed yourself to think of a positive answer yet, so hearing this is more than a shock. But with that, your shoulders slump again, because if only. “It does though, Minnie. My pack hates me. Hates. I can’t go outside without having them question me. And they will never let me find my mate. They’d rather kill you than see me happy. They would kill me too.” The last part you whisper, thinking back to the rage in Hoseok’s eyes. “They will kill me.”

Minseok doesn’t react for a few seconds, processing this info and then suddenly he looks extremely upset. “Is that why you wouldn’t acknowledge me before?” You just nod, head hung low, as Minseok frowns. His upset now shifts to anger, something that looks dangerous on him, silent but lingering under the surface. “Who? ” He turns to you then, eyes blank and dark. “Who did these things? All of them, all your brothers? Have they hurt you? I swear if I get-”

“No, only the new pack members. Jiwon and Donghyuk are like real family, they would never hurt me. And Seoyun is innocent too, she tries to protect me from them as best she can.” You take a break, but quickly add more. “But I don’t want you to hurt them, Minseok. They might have hurt me, but they don’t deserve it back.”

Minseok takes a deep breath, clearly holding his tongue for you. He looks out over the river again then, while the wind goes through the tops of the trees. He does speak under his breath though. “An eye for an eye, Gwio. It’s only fair.”

“I won’t have it.” You don’t have to raise your voice to make your point, and with a sigh Minseok drops the topic. Instead you lean back, resting your head on the soft grass, and take a deep breath. This is the most freedom you’ve had in a while now. You also can’t help but smile at the possibility of taking some gorgeous pictures here, but you’re quickly reminded of your situation. Without Minseok, you would never even have gone this far into the woods. And they wouldn’t let you come here anyway. “Does your pack know that you found your mate?” You ask, tilting your head to look up at him, and the starry sky above.

Minseok turns to look down at you too, his eyes catching yours and you’re happy to recognize the light in them again. He chews on his answer for a while, but you don’t mind since the silence of the forest feels nice. “I haven’t told them, no. But I doubt they don’t know that something is going on.” This honestly does surprise you. You somehow expected Minseok to tell his pack everything, that amount of trust is what you thought swam between them. But maybe it’s not a lack of trust that causes him to stay quiet. You don’t tell your brothers everything either, even though you trust them with your life. “It’s not like I don’t want to tell them, I will, but once I feel like the time is right.” Minseok adds at your silence, making you hum.

“How does it feel?” You ask then, peering up into his face again, and catching the reflection of a firefly passing by in his eyes.

“How does what feel?”

You push yourself up on your elbows and onto your butt again, and look out into the trees. “Shifting. It sounds like it hurts, but everyone does it all the time anyway. So it can’t be that bad, right?”

Minseok can’t help but smile as he looks at the side of your face, your cheeks and nose flushed from lying on the cold ground, with your hair that looks like a stylish mess. He rest his head on his own palm, and hums. “It… doesn’t really hurt a lot. It is just a very sudden change, more surprising than painful, definitely in the beginning. It feels really warm, and then suddenly you’re a wolf. I know I’m not doing a good job explaining, I’m sorry.”

You shake your head though. “No, you’re doing perfect.” You let yourself rest your temple on his thigh with a little giggle. “I can almost imagine it.” Minseok looks down at you when you speak, and holds his breath. You can practically see the gears turn in his head.

“I could show you, if you’d like.” He whispers, looking away with cheeks a light pink.

You only have to think about that a second, before sitting up with a big smile, as you nod. “I would love that.”

Minseok nods and stands up, running a hand through his hair, before grabbing at the edge of his sweater. When he does you squeak, and look away quickly, scrambling to turn around. Minseok just giggles at your reaction, before you can hear him pull the sweater over his head, putting it down next to his feet, and doing the same with his pants. “Don’t peek, yeah? I’ll let you know when the coast is clear.”

You frown at that, and cross your arms over your chest. “I’m not! Why would I want to peek, I don’t-” You picture a shirtless Minseok then, and swallow your tongue quickly. There’s a few seconds of tense silence, and then you suddenly hear the familiar snapping sounds. They still sound painful, and you can’t imagine it doesn’t hurt at least a little, when your bones restructure on the inside of your body. Another few seconds pass where you don’t even breathe, until something soft brushes your neck.

When you look to the side, a completely black wolf stands next to you, bright gold eyes looking straight at you. You gasp, not because of him but because of how much his wolf form resembles Minseok. You can somehow still recognize his sharp eyes and cute nose in his snout, his body a familiar strong and fit shape. He takes a few steps back when you turn to face him on your knees, and lowers his head cutely.

“Hey.” You smile, before reaching out a hand to pet his head. It might seem funny to be so attached to the idea of those close to you in animal form, but maybe because it’s everything you’ll never have, you love the wolf shifts just as much as the human them. There was a time where you considered hating them, the normal wolves, who just had an easy and comfortable life, back in your teenage years. But no matter how much you tried, you could never truly fault them for being normal. They couldn’t help shifting into pups and couldn’t help being excited about it, just like they couldn’t understand how it felt to be you.

You bring your eyes back to the wolf, who has been motionlessly looking at you the entire time. Minseok looks so soft and cuddleable right now, you have to stop yourself from wrapping yourself up in him and falling asleep like that.

Your mate lays down though, rolling around on the ground, getting himself all dirty and you can’t help but laugh at the sight. When you do, Minseok stills, and cocks his head in an adorable way, as if confused as to why you’re laughing. You pet underneath his chin happily, brushing the soft hairs. “Who is the cute one now?” You smile, which causes the huge animal to whine. You could really fall asleep against him right now.

Suddenly, his ears twitch up, soon followed by his gaze. Your head snaps to the side much the same, ears picking up on a strange sound before your brain can process it. Minseok stands up again, looking over at you with worry swimming in his eyes, as you scramble up from the floor. Fire. It sounds like the cackling of fire. Minseok turns in a circle when you look at him, signalling you to turn around so you do so quickly, letting him transform back and tug on his clothes again, so rushed that when you turn back to face him, his sweatshirt is on inside out.

That really isn’t a concern right now, the both of you speechless at the sound of fire. It sounds far, far away, but you can both hear and smell it, as you look over at Minseok, in hopes of him knowing what to do. Minseok looks a slight bit pale, with sweat beading above his brow. It really isn’t very healthy to shift back so quickly and suddenly, and you’re immediately worried about him.

“Is that-” He’s interrupted by a distant voice, one that you can barely hear over the roaring sound of the fire, but you recognize right away. You can’t make out what is being said, but it’s clear that Changkyun and Jiwon are arguing. Minseok doesn’t hesitate anymore and grabs hold of your hand tightly, pulling you along upstream, up the slight hill that the river cuts through. When you get to the top though, you both break apart with muted gasps, while tears fill your eyes. You’re still miles away, but even from here you can see the enormously imposing size of the fire, the way it flickers at the tops of the trees and creates wafts of smoke larger than you ever imagined they could get. It stands out against the night sky like a beacon, the smoke so thick it blocks out the stars. “They’ll burn down the whole forest.” You whisper, throat catching as a tear travels your hot cheek. And you feel so much anger, and still you know that you couldn’t start anything against them if you tried.

“Shit.” Minseok blinks, looking across the woods, to the tiny lights in the distance, where you know his home lies. “I need to go warn them, and call the firefighters.” He turns to you, and you can see that even in his eyes there’s tears threatening to spill over. “You need to go home, quickly. Get inside, stay safe. I’m so sorry, I need to go warn my pack.” You can tell he doesn’t want to leave you alone at all, but his family is more important. You nod and squeeze his hand once. Minseok pauses for a second at the comforting gesture, before looking down at you. He places a kiss on your forehead, and takes off Jiwon’s jacket to drape it around your shoulders. “Junmyeon isn’t going to let this go anymore, I’m so sorry. This was their last chance.”

“Last chance for what?”

“For a peaceful co-existence.” He hesitates for a bit longer, but when you hear one of the trees snap and fall to the ground, he takes a step away. “Get inside. I’ll get you out of there, I promise.” Then he’s gone, running towards the house and leaving you behind in the viewpoint of the damage that the people you once called your pack have caused. This has gone way to far, and all of that because they hate you. You suddenly feel overwhelmed, and fall down on your knees, tears streaming down your face.

There we go, part 3. I’m happy with how this one turned out, for once :) But yes, Gwio’s pack is the absolute worst, and even I’m rooting for them to get their share. I really love the supportive and shy loving relationship that Mino (Minseok x Gwio) has though, it really makes me happy to write about them.

As always, please send me a message about what you thought, what you think is going to happen~ I love hearing what you guys think!! Thank you so, so much for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[imagineaworlds]

Cold -- Billy Hargrove

Written By: @aliedelanie

Request: “Can I request something where like Billy is now a part of the team (even tho hes obviously still not trusted by any of them but hey help is help) and on a particular cold night when they all have to be in the same house the reader and Billy have to share a bed and well the reader falls asleep real quick Billy doesn't because he has nightmares and well shes asleep she subconsciously snuggles up to him for warmth and at first he doesn't know what to do but then he caves in & it's all fluff” “Can u do a Billy x reader where you’re new and he automatically takes a liking to you but you’re oblivious to it and can it have smut and fluff too? please and thank u!!!!!” “hey ! do u think u could do an imagine where billy falls in love with the reader but the reader doesnt love him back & then like throughout the story he gets her to love him & shows her that he could he good to her, also could u add like a ton of fluff and maybe some good sex in the end?? thanks so much !! 💗” “another car sex with Billy please!!!!”

Warnings: SMUT!!! (16+) Cursing.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Word Count: 2491

Listen To: Something I Need by One Republic

After the night we all just had, no one wanted to go home and sleep alone. All of us were terrified think about being alone in a time like that. The demodogs, the Mind Flayer, the Upside down… all of those things created nightmares, but it was defeated— right? Perhaps physically, but mentally, we still had to fight those demons off. Thankfully, Joyce Byers opened her home to us for the night. Sure, it was a complete mess, but it was better than going to a quiet home where we couldn’t tell our families anything.

The kids camped out in Will’s room, dragging nearly all of the blankets and pillows there to create a fort. Hopper and Joyce took her room, and Nancy and Jonathan took his room. Those that were left (me, Billy, and Steve) took the couches in the living room. Steve immediately claimed the smaller couch for himself, refusing to share with Billy. And I didn’t blame him. Only a few hours prior, they got into a major fist fight that very well could have killed Steve. As much as I was terrified to Billy, I felt more sadness for him.

I had known Billy Hargrove long enough to know that his family life wasn’t at all ideal, and he didn’t do well in school, and life just generally sucked for him. We weren’t exactly friends, he and I, but he tried his hardest to woo me. At the time, I didn’t know it, but that night I found out just how much he liked me.

When the kids and Steve left to burn the center of the Upside Down, Billy and I were left in the Byers’ house. Max had drugged him, leaving me to watch over him and make sure that when he woke up, he didn’t do anything stupid. And he did. But an hour after he woke up, still no one had returned to the house, and we were left to actually sit and talk to each other. Billy was beyond angry. He was angry with Max, with Steve, with Lucas, with his dad. The pain that boy felt was enough to shatter my heart, but I tried not to give him the time of day with my attention as we sat in the Byers’ messy living room. As he tried to talk to me, there was a crash against the door, hard enough to fling it open. Standing there in the doorway, was a demodog. I shrieked in terror, while Billy stumbled back, unsure of what it was he was looking at. It neared us, two more of them jumping into the house, as well. I grabbed one of the shot guns Hopper left me to protect myself if I had to, and then I grabbed a handgun Steve left me to scare off Billy. I gave the handgun to Billy, and with his jaw still dropped with shock, I told him to start firing.

My aim was shit, I never learned how to use a gun. But the closer the demodogs got, the better shot I had of killing them. Billy, on the other hand, was very good with a gun. He took down one demodog with two shots, and then the second one took the rest of his bullets. All the while, I stood there, struggling to shoot one. When it jumped on me, Billy hurried over and grabbed the shotgun I threw across the floor when I fell, and killed it. He pulled the dead demodog off of me and wrapped me in his arms as I stood there crying. It wasn’t exactly ideal to be held by Billy Hargrove of all people, but I was just thankful he saved my life and was there to console me for a while.

Now, stuck on the larger couch, Billy offered me the last blanket and pillow. I wondered what he would do, but when I saw that he was headed out to the patio with a cigarette in his hand, I didn’t question it again. Steve fell asleep fairly fast— I don’t know how. For a solid hour, I laid awake, staring at the ceiling covered with drawings Will made as a map of the Upside Down’s tunnels. The blue and purple streaks only reminded me more of the large amount of teeth that hung over me as the demodog dug its claws into my sides. I winced at the thought, sitting myself up and swinging my feet onto the floor to ground myself in reality again. I shook my head and stood, making my way to the door. Billy had never come back inside, and I worried that he left. I didn’t know why I worried about where he was, yet I did worry, nonetheless.

Outside, Billy was sitting on the broken wooden steps, smoking probably his third cigarette. He glanced slightly over his shoulder, back at me, when the door creaked open and I stepped into the cold air. I gasped at how cold it was, and Billy chuckled quietly. I glared at him, even though his back was turned to my again. I neared him, taking a seat beside him on the steps.

“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked.

Billy shrugged, “Something like that. I don’t get much sleep these days, anyways.”

I hummed, knowingly. He offered me his cigarette, and I took it. After my first puff, when I exhaled, I coughed out the smoke, the nicotine choking me up. Billy laughed at me as I handed the cigarette back to him. “Thank you,” I told him, looking down at my bare feet, “For saving my life, and all…” Billy didn’t respond. “I couldn’t sleep…” I whispered. “I don’t remember the last time I didn’t have a good night’s sleep. I live on a schedule, you know? Wake up at 6:15, go to school at 7:00. Leave school at 3:45, do homework until 6:00, then play with my little sister. At 8:30, I go to bed. Rinse, wash, repeat. Not once did I expect that I’d be fighting something from out of this world with Billy fucking Hargrove.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Billy questioned, offended.

“Well, you’re not exactly the nicest guy in Hawkins.”

Billy nodded, “Fair…” he went silent, and I felt as though I went too far. “Listen—” he began.

At the same time, I began, “Listen—” We both paused. Then, he gestured for me to continue. “I didn’t mean that you’re not a bad guy— I mean, that display back there with Steve wasn’t exactly award winning, but there is some good in you, for sure. But… what were you going to say?”

“You know, I think that you’re the first person to tell me straight how I am. That’s what I love about you, you’re honest.” The way he said it was so casual, like I wouldn’t catch onto every word he was saying. And when he said “love about you”, I was struck with confusion. What could he have possibly meant by that? Yet, Billy didn’t seem fazed at all. “Among other reasons…” he whispered, but I heard him.

This time, I was definitely curious. “What?” I asked. “You… You have a crush on me?” I assumed by the way he said those things, that was the only explanation, and they way he reacted confirmed it. Billy only nodded, looking down at his feet, kicking around a few pebbles. “You’re serious?” I laughed.

Billy’s head snapped up to look at me, catching me with a grin across my face, and I saw him retreat. “I don’t open up to anyone, [y/n]. You’re the first person I’ve ever told about all of that shit at home. And, yeah, I like you, so? I’m sure you have guys just lining up to date you.”

I scoffed, “Uh, no. Who said that?”

“Come on, [y/n],” he looked over at me, “I see the way boys try to impress you all the time— hell, I try all the fucking time—”

“Wait. Actually?”

Billy groaned, “Are you really this oblivious?” I shrugged. Billy rolled his eyes and stomped out his cigarette. Suddenly, Billy leaned over to me, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me in for a kiss. My first kiss, I guess I should specify. I was frozen with shock until he pulled away, and I quickly grabbed onto his jean jacket. “I think that should clear a few things up for you.” I nodded and pulled him in for another kiss. His hands drifted down to my hips, and as I turned towards him, he pulled me into his lap.

I pushed myself off his chest, finding that my fingers were tangled in his necklace that was laying against his bare abs. “How are you not cold?”

“I’m freezing…” He kissed me again, but I pushed him away.

I bit my lip as I looked into his eyes, granted, he was starting to gain a black eye after his fight with Steve earlier. “Maybe…” I muttered, running my hands up his neck to his hair. His breath hitched when my fingers grabbed at his curls, “We should go to your car. You know, to warm up.” I winked at him, “And for some alone time.”

Billy kissed me roughly as he stood, holding me in his arms and walked us to his car. He pushed me against the cool metal as he struggled to use one arm to open the car door, and eventually I just jumped from his arms and opened it for myself, then jumped into the back seat. Billy climbed in, too, and closed the car door behind us. Instantly, he climbed over me as I layed down on my back on the leather seats. He wasted no time to get my shirt over my head and throw it into the front seat, and unclip my bra.

I slid off his jean jacket and he threw his shirt off his body. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other as he leaned down and kissed me another time, cupping my boobs in his hands, and I moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer to me by grabbing his jeans’ belt hooks. “You’re going to be the death of me, [y/n] [y/l/n],” he said to me.

I fidgeted with his jeans’ button and zipper, “I think you’re doing a fine job of that yourself, Hargrove.”

He shook his head at my joke, and easily undid my jeans and pulled them down. I groaned at how easily he was undressing me, and I was still struggling to get his pants off. But, Billy laughed at me, and easily slid his pants to his knees and sprung his erection free. Everything was happening so fast, it made my head spin, but I loved it. And I knew that he loved it, too— it was fairly obvious.

I gasped when Billy moved my panties to the side and pressed two fingers against my clit. “Fuck, Billy,” I moaned, grabbing at his bicep. He moved his fingers up and down my slit, teasing my entrance and clit for a minute until he pushed his two fingers into me slowly. I threw my head back into the seat, screwing my eyes shut in pleasure as. Billy thrusted his fingers into me, fastening his pace as I moved my hips up towards him. When he curled them into my g-spot, my free hand shot up to the window behind me and pressed against it roughly because I tried to grab onto something. After that, he kept hitting my g-spot, working me to my orgasm before he added a third finger into me and pressed his other hand against my clit. “Billy!” I yelled out. “I’m going to cum.”

Billy leaned into me and sucked my neck, leaving a hickey. “You’re mine, [y/n]. Only I can make you cum like this. Look at you, writhing under mean, screaming out my name.” Billy grabbed my cheeks, “Look at me.” I opened my eyes, and his hand went back to my clit.

“Fuck!” I moaned, trying hard to keep my eyes open.

“Cum for me, babes.” My hand tightened around his bicep as he continued to hit my sweet spot, and I came all over his hands. As I came down from my orgasm, his fingers slowed and then pulled out of me, and I whined at the emptiness. Billy hummed, “Mmm, don’t worry, babes.” I watched as he pumped his dick a few times, bringing it towards my entrance. He moaned as his tip came in contact with my wetness. Without warning, Billy thrust into me with a grunt and balanced himself by holding onto the seats on either side of us. He held still for a moment, “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded and he slowly started to thrust in and out of me, attaching one of his hands to my hips. “Fuck, you’re so wet, [y/n].” Billy leaned down and kissed me as he penetrated me harder, our skin slapping against each other.

I moaned out as he continued to stretch my walls, “You’re so big.” This encouraged Billy, as he somehow managed to go faster and deeper, and I clenched around him, causing him to moan out my name. “Keep going,” I begged. The car rocked underneath us, neither of us really noticed, though.

My walls clenched again, and Billy’s nails dug into my hips, “If you keep doing that, babes, I’m going to cum.”

Hearing him say that, unwillingly made my walls clench again, “Billy, I’m going to cum.” My hand on the window went between us and rubbed my clit roughly. My breath quivered when Billy twitched in me, and at the same time, we came. I grinded my hips into his as his thrusts became sloppy and we came down from our highs.

Billy collapsed ontop of me and I breathed into his hair, trying to catch my breath. He slid out of me and pulled his pants back up and tossed his jean jacket at me. “Warmer?” he asked.

I hit his arm playfully, “Shut it.”

“You probably woke up everyone in the house, considering how loud you were.”

Then there was a knock at the window. We both jumped, startled, thinking that it was another threat, but it was just Steve who was desperately trying not to look in at our naked bodies. “Hey, guys…” he cleared his throat, uncomfortable, “There are people trying to sleep, you know… So maybe, I don’t know, keep it down? Thanks.” Steve walked away from the car and went back inside.

Billy and I burst out into laughter and I tried to hide my blush. “Be mine?” he asked, crawling back over me. “So that I can show you off and brag to those other boys that want you.”

I nodded, “Of course. And I’m not completely oblivious.”

Billy tilted his head, “Eh, you’re a little oblivious.” He kissed me, “But I love it.”