#Fil is short for fall in love

[corvidcrafts273]

Good omens book review/(more like first time reading thoughts)

I read this because good omens was trending and thought i could use it to get infected with brainrot so-

Beginning of the world- aziraphale wdym you lost a flaming sword?!

Would you(6000,M) call your enemy/friend/someone(6000,M) with terms of endearment????, iguess???

No, no this book is hilarious

It starts with the Great Baby Switch,and the babies get mixed up and then turns out the mixup didnt occur properly

And then the end of the world...

The Them reminded me of the typical local kids group that solves mysteries(the secret seven, the mystery kids, and all that)

That old guy neighbor shaking his fist and being all 'what has the world come to' and complaining to the local newspaper about it

Ha i knew it! That the most hilarious thing a descendant of a witchfinder and of a witch is to fil

Feeding the ducks

I liked war and death

Wonder how fedup crowly is of listening to only queen

So crowly prefers the name crowly over crawly??

Will read again

Wait, thats it? Thats the whole book? An entire narrative about how the world ends and how aziracrow run around trying to manipulate the wrong antichrist and then seeing the real antichrist just being a kid and being morally flawed(is he immortal now?) And then being introduced to anathema and newt and shadwell and tracy ig? And then they all go to tadfield and ugh this is plot filled fluff where its a journey and not a mystery and its a new way of writing, i like it

This book is a journey in the metaphoric sense

Basically about how people are just mostly morally grey and thats ok and yeah.

[jockwrites]

LUST - p.b

hi this is chapter two lol

warnings: angst, asshole paige

part: 2

a/n: this is pretty short lol. also the songs i put are basically what the chapters are based off of! sorry if that wasn’t clear, it’s basically some “playlist” thing i see other writers do!! 🙂‍↕️ also im basically putting you guys on..

its been 6 days since you’ve broken up with your boyfriend.

you and paige have been hanging out every day since, and you can say these have been the best days since you two have met.

right now, she’s at practice. that means you’re all by yourself.

you decide you wanna go down to the lobby, maybe grab a few snacks.

you check your phone before you leave, no calls or texts. that’s boring, and it sucks.

anyway

you put on your slippers and head out. as you’re walking you see paige’s teammate, ayanna.

“hey, ayanna. don’t you guys have practice?” you ask.

“huh? practice is tommorow” she says, laughing.

but you found nothing about that sentence funny. at all.

“well.. paige told me you guys have practice today?” you say confused.

“well blondie is lying. why she tell you that?”

“i don’t know. she said she had to leave for practice around like 1 earlier and i haven’t heard from her since.” you say, annoyed.

“whattt? girl its 9pm. no practice lasts that long regardless.. how vulnerable are you?” she says, giggling.

“ok shut up. can u text her? ask where she is? pleaseee?” you ask with puppy dog eyes.

“alright alright. gimme a minute,” she pulls out her phone, going to text paige.

as she texts her, you see her expression change. she’s looking weird.

“what is it? where is she?” you say, worried.

“she’s- she’s at her cousins.” she says nervously.

“are you lying?”

“no? i’m not. but i gotta go, ill see you around.” she speaks, walking away hurriedly.

you look around, wondering if you’re crazy.

you pull your phone out of your pocket, going to text paige.

hey, where r u?

you sit and wait. might as well get your rice krispy treat you’ve been wanting.

you walk over to the vending machine, putting in the dollar to buy your treat.

*ding*

*ding*

*ding*

“holy shit what the fuck dude” you whisper to yourself as you get 3 messages back to back from your friend.

you open the messages, and your heart instantly drops.

“what. the. fuck.” you say in your mind.

what the fuck? don’t you guys like .. idk talk?

that’s exactly what your friends message reads.

it’s three pictures of paige walking with some girl. and the third picture..

they’re holding hands.

all of a sudden, an incoming call pops up on your screen from your friend.

“holy shit girl isn’t that your little girlfriend?” says your friend over the phone.

“dude. where are you? how’d you get those?”

“i’m at chick fil a right now, and then i seen THEEE paige bueckers like omg woah then i see her with some girl that wasn’t you and that’s definitely like a omggggg woahhh reaction and so i-” she rambled.

“shut up for a second jesus. holding hands is like actually crazy. alright i gotta go.”

“alright bye babe but talk to her or something and fill me in on the tea pleaseee ok bye love you!!!”

you hang up. you don’t know how to feel right now.

you’re so overstimulated.

you walk back to your room, tears ready to fall from your eyes.

you check the message you sent earlier, and you realize you’ve been on read for ten minutes.

you put down your phone & sit back against your head board. you’re so confused, so upset, so angry.

you feel so stupid.

you start to cry, looking back on everything you’ve done for her. everything you’ve done with her.

she turned you gay, she made you breakup with your boyfriend, and now she’s cheating.

not necessarily cheating, since you guys aren’t technically together.

but that doesn’t matter, you’re off limits to other people and she’s supposed to be.

you don’t hold hands with your cousin like that.

after about 20 minutes of crying, you hear your door open. and speak of the devil, it’s paige.

she walks in, noticing you crying and immediately comes over to you.

“woah woah baby, what’s wrong? are you okay?” she says, confused.

“who is the girl.”

“what? who?”

“the girl! who is she paige?” you yell.

“i don’t know who youre talking about.”

“you know exactly what and who the fuck i’m talking about dude?!” you jeered.

“chill the fuck out,” she tempted, “and if you want me to be honest, she’s just a friend of mine.”

“nobody holds hands like that with their friends. you’re a liar.”

“no way you’re calling me a liar now. i said she was my friend and that’s what the fuck i said. drop it.”

“drop it? you literally said im off limits to other people, so how does that change for you?”

“it doesn’t. i’m just saying, she’s just a friend.”

“whatever paige. i don’t even know how you could do this to me after everything we’ve done for and to each other.” you whine.

“don’t act like a baby now. i’m not the bad person here, you are.” she huffs.

“how the fuck could you even say that?”

“well i’m not the person who left their boyfriend for a girl! i don’t know what you’d expect from me.” she snaps.

“what the fuck? you made me leave him paige! you asked, you convinced, you nagged. don’t flip this shit on me!” you snap back.

“well maybe i wanted to have a little fun. that’s all it fucking was.” she says, an angry look in her eyes.

“take a look around paige, nothing about this is fun to me. read the room. think about how i would’ve felt.”

“how the hell did you even find out?”

“doesn’t matter. don’t flip the subject.” you sass.

“whatever. i don’t know why you thought we were more than a hookup anyway. you’re obsessed and crazy.”

your heart drops. you immediately turn away from her, tears about to form in your eyes.

“get the fuck out.” you snarked.

“alright. i’ll do that then.”

“bye. don’t come back.”

and just like that, you hear the door close. she actually left.

tears immediately start flowing. you feel so hurt, neglected, ridiculed.

you cannot believe the words that came out of her mouth, after everything.

you sniffle and cry, thinking back on the memories you two had.

it would be insane to say it wasn’t more than a hookup. but you guess it was.

as you slowly cry yourself to sleep, you realize this was a mistake.

a/n: hi so this is horrible but pls stay tuned for next chapter, maybe smut maybe not 👅 also someone teach me how to make a masterlist pls??!!!

[myunghology]

﹒⪩⪨﹒⟡﹒ CINDERELLA

ᐢ..ᐢ﹒﹫ a heart that has been chasing.

‹𝟹 tsukasa suou x gn! reader (written in second pov, you/your used.), short fic. wc : over 1,000+ (not including this part).

ᶻ﹕→ [ inspired by this filipino song, link is the fil lyrics translated into eng, but play song while reading for best experience <3 ]

The red-haired male takes a deep sigh, before inhaling in the scent of fresh air he desperately wanted to grasp, opening his eyes and taking in the scenery of the garden of their school building.

He knows well enough he's getting tired, too tired to even keep up with his units schedule for this month. With what's going on in his family, who wouldn't be drained?

His feet drags him to the nearest place he can take a rest— a white gazebo. How pretty. He takes a seat, slouching his head down in obvious defeat.

What he didn't realize, was the person who he was currently sitting the opposite of.

You pause, seeing the unexpected male crashing down and obviously taking a toll on something. Taking off your earphones, you stare at him for quite sometime.

Tsukasa feels a set of eyes uncomfortably land on his figure, did he not notice anyone that was sitting here? He quickly sits up, your gaze meeting his.

Suddenly, now it's his turn to pause. The whole world feels like it's frozen as soon as you look at each other.

"Sorry." You mutter, why were you saying sorry? You ask yourself. Why were you saying sorry? Tsukasa asks internally.

You bow down slightly, standing up to excuse yourself, to perhaps give the unknown male some space. "Wait," He calls out, making you stop in your tracks.

"Can.." Tsukasa shakes his head, "I want someone new to talk to. Can you.. Please stay? I-if you have nothing to do.." He looks down, feeling ashamed to have even asked you to stay, for him.

You don't mutter a single word, but hesitantly sit back down in an uncomfortable silence between the both of you. "I don't see you here often," He tries to strike up a conversation, making you smile.

It felt like an arrow has just been shot through his chest as you smile, he quickly hides his face with the back of his hand.

The leader of Knights shouldn't be falling for someone who just gave him a single smile, it was improper. If he wanted to fall in love, he would've did it in proper time.

"Maybe because we're in different classes?" You state the obvious with a little giggle, before continuing. "But if you're talking about you never see me here.. Well,"

You hesitate for a moment, whilst he can feel his expression mirror your smile from how easily you can get along with people. He's always been weak to those kinds of people,

"Then maybe you just have bad timing? I'm always here." You tilt your head, a soft smile on your face. You're right, he didn't usually come to this place, anyway.

A place that had no type of memory to him, had just been given importance.

The male found himself often checking if you were there, to have conversed with you, more than he would have wanted to. The moment he saw you again and again, walking through the halls of the school with your friends— he will always, turn his head back.

A blush coats his face as he sees you, you've already turned your head back to look at him once more, before quickly turning away to focus where you're walking to, sure.

In these moments, finally. He has found what his heart truly desires.

He stumbles a little bit in his tracks when you smile at him once more, a view he'd kill just to see again. He's out of breath and he's weakening when he hears your laugh.

Ignoring that it was from the fact that he almost fell— but it didn't matter. Even if he fell, and he did. He fell, hard. But that's a different type of 'falling', now is it?

Even if he did fall, his heart would still be focused on how lovely your laugh sounded. He wanted to call out your name. Please stop, and please don't ever go away.

He makes a silent oath to himself, as he looks at your disappearing figure. You'll soon be his, just wait!

A push for the right words to come out of his mouth, as his right hand clutches his chest, struggling to even muster anything.

It's improper, for you to be the only one he can think of. Especially in the middle of a meeting. To the point where even Leo had to tell him to focus properly.

He feels like he's in a hazy dream, and his eyes are half-lidded. But even that won't stop him from thinking about you.

As the meeting ends, he sees you once again.

A smile and a wave was sent to his direction, he freezes. And as soon as you pass him, Ritsu playfully hits him with his elbow, as if to rub salt on the wound.

Just one look, and Tsukasa already knew. You're the one his heart is familiar with. Time is limited, and his heart is confused. But the show must go on.

He turns his head back, looking at the back of your figure, he feels the sudden urge to chase after you somehow. His senior pulls him back and shakes his head, and mutters; "Maybe think of a better time,"

Maybe he's right. Not now, especially not now.

But how can he ever stop himself? Just look at you. The sweet smiles you give him, the little giggles that come out of your mouth, just by the way you care.

He feels like he's going to melt whenever you're in his sights.

The way you cup his face whenever you know he feels down. You don't know how you even know, but you just do. The way he holds your hand protectively whenever you're crossing the street, as if you're a kid.

He notices the soft smiles you give him whenever he does so, and he can't help but wonder. Call him delusional, dumb, or what ever you want to. Maybe you do like him back.

High school love is stupid, really. But what if you two hadn't met at that gazebo? Well.. He's certain the world would have let you two meet again, for a different reason.

But for now, he'll bask in this feeling you're giving him.

myunghology : MY FAVORITE WORK SO FAR WOOOOO WE CHEERED

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 25, 22 juin 1895, Paris. Notre patron découpé. Corsage-mantelet en mousseline de soie. Modèle de la Maison Lipman, 2, rue de la Paix. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Détails et explications du patron découpé:

Ce modèle peut être à la fois considéré comme un corsage et comme un vêtement. Il peut se poser sur un fond de soie, noire ou de couleur. Corsage-blouse froncé et rayé en long d'entre-deux en dentelle de jais.

La même dentelle simule un empiècement carré et forme le col droit. Deux volants lisérés chacun, en bordure des trois rayures satinées, très froncés et superposés, forment les manches courtes. Ceinture en dentelle de jais ou en ruban.

Ce modèle est ravissant; en blanc, avec très peu de modifications, il constituerait, pour jeune fille ou jeune femme, une ravissante toilette de soirée ou de bal.

Le corsage n'est, en résumé, qu'une guimpe formant blouse devant et derrière, sans pièce de dessous de bras, et les deux parties seulement retenues l'une à l'autre par un ruban de satin formant ceinture et manche-visite. Les volants qui complètent cette manche sont cousus en surget mi-partie avec la pièce de devant, mi-partie avec celle du dos, ils retombent sur le bras comme de longs et amples jockeys superposés. Ils sont froncés et doivent être très envolés et arriver jusqu'au coude pour être graceiux.

Le patron se compose de cinq morceaux.

No. 1. — Le devant droit fil, froncé au bas et à l'encolure; les fronces qui doivent être assez fines, sont indiquées par des crans.

No. 2. — Le dos froncé de même, des crans indiquent le raccord qui doit être fait avec les crans de devant.

No. 3. — Le col d'un seul morceau un cran indique le devant.

No. 4. — Le premier volant forme jockey, très sample; des crans indiquent les fronces, un cran indique son point d'attache sur le devant du vêtement.

No. 5. — Le 2e volant, de même forme que le premier et très froncé comme lui; un cran indique également son raccord au devant. Ces deux volants se montent au vêtement à partir du cran du devant jusqu'au cran indiqué au-dessous. Au bras, répartir bien également les froncés afin que l'envolée soit régulière et gracieuse.

Métrage: 2m.50 en 80 centimètres.

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This model can be considered both a bodice and a cape. It can be placed on a silk, black or colored background. Gathered and striped blouse-bodice with jet lace inserts.

The same lace simulates a square yoke and forms the straight collar. Two edged ruffles each, bordering the three satin stripes, very gathered and superimposed, form the short sleeves. Jet lace or ribbon belt.

This model is lovely; in white, with very few modifications, it would constitute, for a young girl or young woman, a delightful evening or ball gown.

The bodice is, in short, only a wimple forming a blouse in front and behind, without an underarm piece, and the two parts only held together by a satin ribbon forming a belt and sleeve. . The ruffles which complete this sleeve are sewn in surget half part with the front piece, half part with the back piece, they fall on the arm like long and ample superimposed jockeys. They are gathered and must be very loose and reach up to the elbow to be graceful.

The pattern consists of five pieces.

No. 1. — The straight front, gathered at the bottom and at the neckline; the gathers, which must be quite fine, are indicated by notches.

No. 2. — The back is gathered in the same way, notches indicate the connection that must be made with the front notches.

No. 3. — The collar in one piece one notch indicates the front.

No. 4. — The first jockey-shaped ruffle, very simple; notches indicate the gathers, a notch indicates its attachment point on the front of the garment.

No. 5. — The 2nd ruffle, of the same shape as the first and very gathered like it; a notch also indicates its connection at the front. These two ruffles are mounted on the garment from the notch on the front to the notch indicated below. On the arm, distribute the gathers evenly so that the flow is regular and graceful.

[mywritingonlyfans]

Hey, can you do one about Alex supporting Reader Athlete in the Olympics?Like how it was in Red Carped ❤️

I made a winning and losing version... I thought it was pretty cute to think about haha 🩷 it's around 2K words

Oympics Reader // Alex Turner X Reader

Alex tried not to stand out too much among the people. He wore an Olympic cap, a light button-down shirt, and comfortable tailored pants. As soon as you appeared from the locker room in your fitted leotard and short skirt, he smiled and stood up. You tended to be quieter when nervous, and he understood that but hated when your rigidity was more about anxiety than concentration. To anyone looking, you exuded confidence, and you certainly wore it well, but it wasn’t easy, and Alex knew that.

He touched your shoulders, his hand gliding down your arm until he reached your cold hands. "I'm excited," you said, your voice enthusiastic, followed by a few small jumps. Your outfit had glitter, and when you hugged him, Alex laughed at how some of it transferred onto his shirt sleeve. "You look stunning." He was used to your tennis outfits and loved how they looked on you but never tired of seeing you in them. "I love this one. I wish I could take it home, Al." Your cheek rested on his shoulder, and his large hands roamed your back, squeezing your waist a little.

Years of watching had taught Alex from a physiotherapist once that touching or stimulating other parts of the body could shift focus away from pain (such information would also apply well in other areas). This worked for physical injuries, but Alex believed it also helped your emotional state. He bent down a bit, giving your shoulder a soft kiss. You closed your eyes, and he gently nibbled at the spot, making you laugh, followed by some camera flashes. Since you didn't mind, he didn't either.

The important thing was that it worked; your posture was still confident, but you were visibly more relaxed. "We can have one made just like it when we get home, tiny one." You laughed softly, making him feel relieved to see you less tense. You certainly didn't have the money for that, but Alex wouldn't hesitate to fulfill your wish for something so simple for him to get. Under different circumstances, you might resist, but for the moment, you went along: "If I qualify, I'll hold you to that, love." He nodded, his big almond eyes bright. You thought he sometimes believed in you more than you did. "I can make sure it's yours by next week." You buried your face in his neck, hugging him tighter, not knowing what to say. He laughed, keeping his arms around you, holding you firmly until your moment arrived.

Until then, your fingers intertwined with the crumpled folds of his shirt hem, occasionally pinching the skin of his hands, tracing the prominent veins, and wrapping your fingers around his while he tried to keep you relaxed.

He understood the dynamics of the game well, thanks to you, of course. He followed the little ball with his eyes, as well as the precise movements of your body. Whenever you took a leap, your skirt flew freely, and he found it adorable; you look like proper doll. When your perfect posture flexed to hit the ball with skill, your ponytail moved gracefully. Deep down, he knew the sport was made for you, both for your talent and for how it enhanced your natural grace. "Go, pumpkin, you can do it," he whispered to himself, anxious as you handled everything like a perfectly choreographed dance.

The ball hit the ground, followed by cheers. Alex couldn't help but remember the previous Olympics, with photos in tabloids showing you with stern fingers on his chest and raised eyebrows, teaching him not to wish for opponents' mistakes; specifically not errors of chance (like wishing for a ball to fall just for your own benefit). You didn’t need that; you could win fairly. Alex didn’t fully understand, but your dedication warmed his heart.

Your breathing was heavy, eyes wide with excitement. You let out a loud cheer, filling the air around the court. The ball had fallen, but not due to any unfair advantage. You showed empathy to your opponent, who reciprocated. Alex beamed with pride, watching your glowing face as you placed your racket on the table and ran to him.

You jumped over the barrier, and Alex caught you in mid-air, your legs wrapping around his torso and your arms around his neck. You felt tears of joy streaming down your face. "I knew you could do it, I told you, tiny one." He filled you with praise, always there to boost your ego, while keeping a hand on your skirt, aware of the crowd around you; not wanting to share any further piece of your soft skin.

You nestled into him, clutching his shirt, and Alex laughed, holding you firmly even though he knew you were stronger. Your training routine left him with no doubts about such confirmations; a d he was proud of that too. You placed your feet on the ground, eyes swollen with tears, looking at him. You loved how he was always there for you. The Olympics were spaced out, and this was his second year there with you, always finding a way to avoid tours or shows for you. Everyone around you expected the best from you, but Alex was there just for you. He didn’t care about the spectacle, only about you as his fav person.

"I'm so proud of you," he repeated, eyes brimming with tears like yours. He stroked your hair, kissing your forehead multiple times, making you smile with a contagious sigh before you had to return to your athletic peers. "Now you can get ready for the medals and new sparkly outfits."

...

Alex sat in a seat that offered a perfect view of your coach, his restlessness, and the anxiety about what lay ahead. He found it unfair that artistic gymnastics had such little performance time, considering your years of rigorous training.

While he didn't expect the worst, Alex couldn't feel at ease knowing you were nervous and doubtful of your abilities. Despite being distant from you, whenever your eyes met his, he tried to reassure you with a smile, blowing kisses, or making heart shapes. You found it endearing because he typically didn't express himself that way unless it was for you.

Your heart was racing, and your hands were cold, making it hard to focus on him for long. This worried Alex, not because of the competition, but for your well-being. Ignoring protocol but not acting recklessly, he moved closer to where you were standing, waiting for your turn. You were puzzled, but since no one objected, you didn't mind. He felt closer to you, held your hand, traced his fingers along your wrist and palm. Having something else to focus on helped, and you looked at him with a light smile of gratitude. He added, "You are amazing, tiny one. You'll do great, and I'll be 'ere for you no matter what happens." Alex's presence was immensely helpful. You appreciated that he was there not for your professional development but because you were important to him as a person. Just the physical touch and his sweet words boosted your confidence.

Unfortunately, it wasn't enough, and rationally, you knew it wasn't your fault. But in the moment, it felt dreadful, as if all your invested time was wasted. You had prepared for this, and even though you failed, shouldn't you be emotionally prepared? The scene replayed in your mind seconds after it happened.

Everything had gone well—the beginning, all the aerial acrobatics—but your knees couldn't handle the landing. The sound was harsh, your head hurt, and even though it wasn't a fall, your stumble and attempt to recover to avoid injuries would come at a cost. You tried to keep a smile, but your face crumbled as you realized what had happened. It was not a good day.

After the acknowledgments, your tearful eyes searched for Alex. In tense moments like these, he would nibble on his nails—not severely, but it was different (a good kind of different) to know he got nervous watching you do something important to you, as it impacted your life as a couple. You liked how he cared. "I thought it was great," he whispered, opening his arms for you to nestle into. The phrases varied, but they always carried the same meaning. "It was terrible this time, Alex." You pronounced his full name as if in pain and buried your face in him.

He hugged you tightly, wanting to lift all that weight off your shoulders. He couldn't imagine it, but he knew you well enough to understand your thoughts were burdened with wasted time and how your team was affected. "It's not your fault, my luv. No one thinks it is, 'kay?" he said, feeling the urge to cry seeing you were in tears but holding it back. He knelt in front of you as you sat on the bench, still wrapped in his arms. He lifted your head, caressing your cheek and holding your waist.

"You still have more chances; it was just a bad day." He saw more tears falling, his chest heavy, and then you broke down. And he was there for you, holding your face to his shoulder while he stroked your hair and back. It was heartbreaking, but he hoped you felt lighter afterward. "I'm right 'ere; everything'ill be okay from now on, you'll see, huh?" It was uncertain, but his voice calmed you.

At that moment, a few reporters appeared, and Alex reflexively thought to shoo them away, but remembered that in sports, they were more respectful, so he just lifted your face before they got close. "You're one of the strongest people I know; I know you'll do well." You didn't hesitate, not wanting to but knowing it was expected whether you did well or not. You gave a brief interview, even through tears, explaining yourself as best as you could.

Alex avoided appearing when it was your moment, not wanting to draw attention to himself and not answering questions about him when asked, respecting the significance of your day. But as soon as it was over, there he was, holding your Olympic jacket to put over you, knowing it made you more comfortable because walking around in public in a leotard wasn't your cup of tea.

You needed to watch the rest before the scores were announced. And so you did, even with some doses of tears and lament, but Alex did everything to make it comfortable and bearable for you. He would rather you talk or cry with him there than keep all the weight to yourself.

He sat by your side, your body lying against his chest, in a somewhat hidden spot in the audience, not forcing an impractical good mood on you. He took off his cap and put it on your head while you curled up next to him. "I'm happy for them," you said, watching your fellow teammates and friends. Alex nodded, "I know," he said in a somewhat proud tone.

He understood you were upset with yourself, a common reaction, and that it had nothing to do with your relationship with the other professionals.

Your eyes filled with tears again, and Alex kissed your head, understanding that it would take time. Your fingers tightened on the edge of his shirt while his hand squeezed your thigh, trying his best to ease all of that and in fact he tried to keep your hands busy with him so that they wouldn't pass incessantly over your swollen eyes. He couldn't imagine himself in your place. He could mess up a show, and there would be many more in the near future. The Olympics weren't like that. "You're an excellent professional, pumpkin. It wasn't your failure; it was just a bad day." And Alex would do anything for you to hear him, especially since he was with you and had been following your routine long enough to know what he was talking about.

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Take a Break

Stoner!Haechan! Afab Reader! Dacryphillia! Possesive Nature! Smut!

MDNI 18+

None of my Works are affiliated with Sm Entertainment Nor Nct. This is purely Fiction. Please read at your own risk.

2k words!

"Im so fucking tired." 

You gripped the roots of your hair. 

Honestly between going back home to visit family, a heavy work schedule and running a side business. It was just too much to handle "Im so fucking tired." 

You gripped the roots of your hair. 'Honestly you just needed a break.

*ring ring*

"hello." You answered in an annoyed tone.

"Well good morning to you too princess."

You held a smile to yourself.

"Haechan I'm serious. I'm trying to plan out my activities for the week. I have to wash clothes and I also have to clean the house. Plus its raining and i'm hungry."

You answered him. 

The brown hair boy sighed on the other end.

"It sounds like you need company..food and help so the best boyfriend in the world will be on the way."

"No. Haechan wai-"

 The other end went flat. 

You and Haechan had been together for about a year. He is such a cute possessive jealous sweet heart. He always checks up on you when it comes down to doing anything because in his words,

"We all need a helping hand, I've got two for you sweet cheeks."

But to be fair without him, your life wouldn't be as interesting and cute.

You love Haechan and He loves you.

You were sitting on the floor. Your clothes were separated into four piles.

 Jeans. Tops. Intimates. Jackets.

Another section of the floor was all of your work papers and textbooks.

Another section was legit all the fast food bags, ramen cups and water bottles.

You stood up to stretch for a minute.

putting one arm over the other and then holding for ten seconds and then repeating with the other side.

You then bent over and grabbed your ankles.

That earned a whistle from the other side of the room.

"I see another position we could try."

Haechan said, following his remark with a low chuckle.

"You scared the fuck out of me."

You kind of startled.

"I scare you with my sexiness I know, I know."

He said, He took his wet jacket off and sat everything on the counter.

"Remind me to steal my key off your key ring when you fall asleep."

You said returning to your original standing position, coming toward him giving him a hug. His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you more into him and your arms wrapped around his neck.

He gave you a light kiss.

"Even if you stole it, you would end up giving it back to me because you love me so much."

His brown slicked tendrils tickled his forehead as he smiled and made kissy noises.

"Anyways I brought you chick fil a, this new scented fabric softener that smells like fresh linens that you might like, and I bought us this bracelet making set. You need to rest and enjoy your time with me."

You picked up the fabric softener and smelled it. He was right. It had a strong fresh linen smell. Almost like fresh babies in sheets.

You opened the chick fil a bag and took out your food..

Meanwhile Haechan had changed his clothes into something light. He kept some of his clothes at your house, so when times like these, he was already prepared to stay the night. A basic gray tee and black shorts.

He had a blunt he had pre rolled.

"Thankyou for the food baby."

He looked your way and smiled.

You opened the window to your apartment and the rainy ambience, the dark clouds and sky, and the sound of the waves crashing in the distance was such a good feeling. The apartment needed fresh air and it smelled so good. 

Your boyfriend took the lighter you had laying on the living room table and put it to his blunt. You haven't even eaten your food but something about stoner haechan was so sexy.

He grabbed the end and placed it in his mouth while lighting the other end.

The way his eyebrows focused onto it, his slight pucker up against it, his inhale, and the way how his eyes closed after he took that first breath was sexy.

Your mouth dropped.

"I want to try."

You said.

"what?"

His tone was in disbelief.

"I want to try."

You said.

You leaned more into him. He took another hit from his blunt and the pinkish/red color was starting to form into his eyes.

"Ok. Take it really easy. Don't hold it in too long or you'll start coughing. If you need a drink, I have mine right here." He said

You grabbed the blunt from his hands and took a hit. 

Your throat had a small burn but then settled down after you exhaled. You looked at the blunt and it had some of your lip gloss on it.

"Babe, I accidentally left my lipgloss onto it." A pout followed after.

"It's okay." Haechan said in a sing-song tone.

He laid his back on your lap and you ran your fingers through his slicked hair. 

"You know, I wasn't planning on smoking, but it feels good to feel my body go into relaxation mode." You said.

"It surprised me. You never smoke with me.. you normally comfort me if I green out."

He giggled and took another hit. As he exhaled, it went out his nose and downward so it wouldn't be in your face.

"Baby?"

You asked him. This time your fingers separated his blue highlights from his normal colored hair.

"Yesssss?" he replied.

"Thankyou for this."

You said. 

Haechans eyes were fully red and your eyes were not that red but more so pink.

But it felt like he could see through you. He jolted up. This time sitting up while he threw you onto his lap. 

He scooted you closer and grabbed under your chin to ignite a kiss. You don't know what it was. Was it the weed? or was it the tension Haechan had brought on?

The kiss felt more passionate. His lips being softer than ever and his tongue tasting so sweet.

His hands left the small of your back and he brought them towards the front of your stomach. It tickled and you were taken aback, but his warm hands felt so good. 

You took your hands and decided to take it upon yourself to rub his chest and follow down to his abs.

Haechans body was a force to be reckoned with. His body was toned. Not too muscular and not skinny. 

You weren't as high as Haechan so the more you touched him the more sensitive and whiny he was.

You tilted his head to the side and released his lips and started working on his neck. 

Soft kisses and opened mouthed kisses all over his neck. 

His cheeks were tinted pink. 

You then felt something poking at you.

"I see someone is excited."

You squint your eyes and he bit his lip.

"You do shit like this to me and then tease me." Haechan said.

 "Fuck this. I can't wait anymore."

Haechan took his blunt and set it in the mini ashtray. He scooped you up and sprinted up the stairs. 

"Hyuckie. Don't drop me. You're moving fast.”

"I need to fuck you. Im gonna fuck you so hard that you wont stress over any of  thing  anymore*." He gasped. 

You ended up back on top of Haechan. 

The  kiss stopped and he took two fingers and put them in your mouth. 

"Be a good girl and suck for me. Get them nice and wet"

You sucked on his fingers while saliva coated them.

Haechans boxers were already off and to be fair you were down to skip the foreplay and get into action. But because he was so cute when he was high, you gave him the benefit of a doubt.

His fingers were coated as he traced your walls and took the small shorts off. 

He was sucking on your breast and eased back when he felt you were already wet.

"Doll I love this feeling. But can you just slide down? You're killing me."

"I was waiting for you hyuckie."

You replied. 

Haechan laid on his back and grabbed your hips sliding you down. 

You gripped the headboard, arching your back.

Haechan was enjoying the look of you. Curly hair all sweaty, your soft love handles, your cute little pout and your cute reddened cheeks.

You bounced up and down but slowly. 

For some reason it just feels so much better slow. 

His veiny cock coated in your juices. Honestly all you needed was a camera in the room. It would’ve caught the nasty potential porno you both were making.

and snuck up and wrapped around your neck. 

He then put his own kick on it and started moving his hips upward.

He took his free hand and grabbed your hair. Pulling it back. 

Some small whimpers released from your lips. Your eyes were tearing up. There was too much going on. From his new position, you were still sucking on his fingers, him gripping your hair. It felt too good. 

He then started hitting the g-spot.

Here come the little nasty words he had.

"I've been waiting to fill you up."

He whispered. You could tell he was holding back a whimper.

"I've been waiting to destroy this little pussy. I missed this."

You couldn't even moan his name right. It just came out as gasps and whimpers.

"You wanna cum for me? Hmmm? You wanna cum all over me and coat my cock like a good little slut?"

He yanked your hair a little harder and that invoked an orgasm and a bit of pre cum coming from you.

"What if I sped up and then really made you squirt?" He laughed and sat up. 

Pausing his actions he pulled you down to his chest and bear hugged you and started clashing his hips up against yours really fast.

He left a little peck on your chin.

Your back arched and pushed your breasts up against his chest and his cock was driving you crazy. 

"What are you about to do?"

You asked.

He  giggled in response.

Haechan was a fucking menace.

He then took it out and started rubbing his tip on your clit.

You felt yourself starting to squirt on accident.

Meanwhile he came. 

Boy were you a sight. Truth be told, that was the nastiestess you both had in a minute. 

He pulled out and you collapsed onto the bed.

Leaving little kisses on your neck, to under your ear. That felt so good. 

"Is my baby ok?"

Haechan had the nerves to ask you that.

But he was so cute when it wore off.

You shook your head in a yes motion, way too tired to give a proper verbal answer

The blunt high had worn off and now it was just the natural high you both had.

"I'm coming back, hang on."

He left with a wink.

He came back with a warm wash cloth cleaning you up and giving you his shirt a clean pair of panties.

You sat up and got dressed and got up. Aching legs to follow.

You slowly walked down the stairs back to the kitchen to grab the food you hadn’t even finished. It wasn’t cold but it wasn’t hot either… so why not eat it.

Haechan on the other hand re-lit his halfway already smoked blunt.

You popped a french fry into your mouth and put the clothes into the washer. 

“No more sex on my busy days. Its like 10:35pm and I didn’t do what I needed to do. You distracted me.”

You said.

Your lips curled upward and followed with a slight squint.

“It's not my fault. You clearly enjoyed it. You needed to take a fucking break. Complain again and I’ll have you on my face next.”

Haechan blew some more smoke out of his nose and deepened his gaze. His furrowed eyebrows spoke for him.

“Whatever.”

He really was the most annoying but best boyfriend in the world.

[midniiights-garden]

Youyouyouyouyouyouyou

here's a recommendation on your fil!reader x Mizu:

It is rather for her— Using the boat to travel across the sea to London, only to take a rest on a neighborhood country, Philippines.

She settles down, Seeing.. tanned people, Though she doesnt complain, she doesnt argue, in fact, she's intrigued, she only saw tanned people in her home from the less wintery areas, where farmers work.

she ventures, seeing lively children chasing and playing, Though, adults and parents would take them away, when Mizu's presence is known.

fearing for their child's safety, they locked their whole town, as if banning Mizu to enter, forbidding her to rest in their home.

except for us, The reader.

welcoming her with open arms, The only problem is the language barrier, They could only use.. non existent hand signs to communicat, and lucky for them both, they managed.

Overtime, They learned how to communicate with simple words of English.

and overtime they slowly fall in love.

but when it comes for Mizu's departur, Leaving to get to London, the reader insisted to come with her.

(btw the reader knows how to fight using Arnes, and karate, more over, Mizu forged Dina a simple two thick sticks of metal, a makeshift baton for reader)

mizu, concerned, she denied, yet the reader's pleas reached her cold heart, she sighs, and smiled, the reader, so happy, Hugged her, this warmed Mizu's heart, yet she stiffed, not used to affecteions eversince.. her previous marriage.

and there they both venture, loving each other and protecing each other.

the reader vows to aid Mizu's Vengeance.

(Can be smut or fluff, Idk, I'm a smut fan here but I don't really mind if it's fluff, as long as reader is FILIPINAAA AJHSJSUSHW DIPUTA)

OMG WAIT I LOVE THIS I'LL GET WORKING ON THIS AS A ONE SHOT OR PERHAPS SEVERAL SHORT PARTS!! TYSM FOR YOUR SUGGESTION <3333

[hestialevy]

Sur le fil | Esteban Ocon/Pierre Gasly (2k words) :

You can find it on AO3

A short fic I wrote when my dear pierrestie friends mentionned Spidey!Esteban. I love the idea of Pierre as his MJ, so his character was inspired by Zendaya's (I absolutely love the OG Spiderman movies but Tobey's MJ was a horrible character). Started it a little before the Vegas GP and didn't bother to change it, but it's okay I still consider this as a WIP since I want to make a series.

Huge thanks to @gaslybottoms for their help !

Pierre was starting to lose patience so he knocked a third time on Esteban’s door. He knew he was there because he actually followed him on his way back to the hotel from his supposed tour of Las Vegas, but had waited a little to make himself known.

-If you don’t open this door I’m going to … huh 

Pierre should think a little longer before making threats, they’d be more effective. 

-I’m going to scream, there. 

Finally movement and something falling were heard coming from the room, before the door opened so quickly it startled him. Esteban’s hair was a mess, he was clearly having trouble keeping his breath steady and .. was that blood on his pants ? 

-You look like shit. 

-Nice to see you too Pierre. 

-Can I come i ? 

-Are you going to go away if I say no ? 

They looked at each other for a moment, Esteban knew Pierre was stubborn and he could be just as stubborn too but he didn’t have enough strength for a fight, not anymore. The taller man stepped back to let his teammate enter his room, closed the door and locked it just in case. He didn’t know what was going to happen but he trusted his intuition- or was it his anxiety ? same thing to him. 

Pierre immediately searched the room with his eyes, looking for something. The room was more or less clean, the bed wasn’t made and the covers were bunched up on one side, Esteban’s suitcase was closed and the only thing on the floor was a phone. Pierre picked it up, turning it over to see the cracked screen. 

-You can afford a new phone man, can you even see anything on that ? 

-I dropped it earlier and right when you threatened to make a scene just a minute ago. 

Esteban hadn’t moved an inch from his standing position next to the door. Pierre tried to confirm his theory and made himself comfortable by sitting on his bed, immediately his teammate flinched but still didn’t move. 

-We need to talk, Esteban, can you move closer? 

-No

-Esteban

-Pierre

-Congratulations, we both know each other’s name. 

It looked like Pierre would have to find another way, until then he’d make himself comfortable, looking at the covers next to him he reached for one : and that’s what made Esteban move. He took a step closer and winced at the movement, which of course didn’t go unnoticed. 

-Ah I knew it, what happened to your leg? 

Esteban saw it as an opportunity to walk towards him, with an obvious limp. 

-I tripped. It’s nothing. 

Pierre observed him, his shoulders were tense, he was putting almost all his weight on his right leg and he suddenly became aware of the little mountain of covers next to Pierre, pushing the whole thing far from him. 

-You know you’re a terrible liar Este? 

The use of his nickname made him lift his head and finally look at Pierre in the eyes again; this was going to be a serious discussion then. Pierre decided to have pity on this poor man and brought up why he came here in the first place. 

-I know you’re Spiderman.

ah merde

-Don’t try to argue with me, I literally saw you come into an alley in your suit and come back as Esteban like you didn’t just swing your ass around the city. 

A long sigh escaped Esteban and he sat next to Pierre on his bed. Pierre waited a little to let him explain himself, or maybe find another dumb excuse like he had in Singapore. 

-Did you know that Spiderman was spotted in Singapore this morning? 

Pierre had found Esteban after the latter had escaped the tv pen, and used this opportunity to interrogate him. 

-Really? that’s .. cool I guess. 

-Yeah and I heard he snuck into our hotel, isn’t that a weird coincidence ? 

Esteban probably didn’t realise how horrified he looked, Pierre had to fight himself not to laugh. 

-Maybe he liked our view? 

-Yeah, or he’s an idiot. 

-I’m an idiot.

-Yep. Now that we got that out of the way, wanna tell me what happened to your leg? 

Another sigh came out of Esteban, this time more to give himself time to reply, not knowing how well Pierre was going to take the news. He tried to convince himself it couldn’t be that bad if his teammate figured out his secret a while ago. 

- I forgot how dumb America was with their guns and  I got shot. 

- YOU WHAT? 

Pierre stood up and tried to hit Esteban but his reflexes were too good and he was suddenly much stronger than him, the man stopped his hand from hitting his head. If he was honest with himself Esteban could’ve stopped him before his hand even moved, but Pierre was already freaking out he’ll avoid any superhuman move for now.  

-Giving me a concussion is going to make it better you think? 

-No you’re right sorry, but you’re a fucking dumbass. 

-We made that clear yeah. 

-Show me. 

Esteban didn’t have much of a choice, he couldn’t see himself say no to Pierre and maybe a little help would be welcome. Pierre tried to look away as he took off his shoes and his pants, revealing half of his Spiderman suit, torn at his thigh where a nasty wound attracted Pierre’s eyes. His instincts were telling him to get closer and touch, maybe to make sure it was real, but he held off his hand : not only would that hurt Esteban but it would also make it worse if it got infected. 

The look on Pierre changed from murderous to worried. 

-You need to get that checked out. 

-First of all, no. They’ll ask questions. And that will heal in a day or two anyway. 

-Let me clean it at least. 

He could say no, say that he has a first aid kit somewhere and he’s a big boy who can do it himself. But he had to admit he actually needed someone to help him from time to time, when nobody knew about his secret he had to patch himself up and nobody to tell his adventures to; Pierre was giving him the opportunity to not be alone anymore. 

- Yeah, sure. Hum .. I have a first aid kit in my suitcase, find me in the bathroom. 

Esteban stood up and took off his shirt on his way to the bathroom, revealing the rest of his suit and Pierre found himself mesmerized by the details on his back, the material clinging to his skin made his muscles stand out -more than their fireproofs did. When he disappeared from his sight Pierre remembered that he now had a task assigned.

It didn’t take long to find the kit, it was right where Esteban said, so he rapidly walked to his new patient.

-You know I wonder how you manage to patch yourself up with this little th- 

Pierre had a little heart attack, he didn’t expect to walk in on Esteban being naked on his bathroom floor;  not really naked because for Pierre’s sake he kept his boxers on and the colorful Spiderman suit thrown in the sink. He reminded himself that it was really not the moment to have a little gay panic because Esteban was still bleeding on his bathroom floor. Suddenly the decision to be in the small bathroom made sense, blood was hard to remove from carpets and he wasn’t that good to make an excuse as to why there was blood everywhere. 

-How bad does it hurt? 

Esteban didn’t seem to hear a word his teammate had said and  Pierre felt horrible, he clearly said the wound was going to heal fast but he never mentioned  that it was painless. He knelt on the tiles right next to him. 

-You’re with me there? 

-Yes sorry, it’s just that now that I don’t have to pretend that I’m okay it’s like it hurts more. And no, painkillers don’t work on me now. 

-Okay it doesn’t look that bad actually, I’ll try my best. Tell me how it happened? 

The strategy was clearly to distract Esteban from the pain he was going to inflict, he had to touch his wound to clean it and  that’ll hurt for sure. Esteban thankfully took the bait instead of going around it like always. 

-To be fair I just wanted to have fun a little, it’s been a while since I’ve put on the Spiderman costume, that one time in Singapore actually. You know, swing around a little, it’s an incredible feeling, just like going fast in a car : it gives me so much adrenaline and at the same time you feel free. But of course I couldn’t help it, I saw a pickpocket in action and tried to stop him. Actually I did stop him in the end, he should be in jail somewhere now, but he also had a gun. Obviously I didn’t think about this, where I usually patrol the worst thing that could happen is facing a pocket knife. I can handle that, but getting shot at is harder. Still managed to avoid a bigger injury though so I’m kinda proud of myself there. So yeah it’s just a graze that hurts like a big. Why is it so easy to get a gun here ? Are they crazy as a whole country or is it something else ? I mean you could argue that I’m the crazy one, going around the world as Spiderman, but I like helping people you know ? I’d like to think that I didn’t get these powers for nothing, I must do something useful at least. Contrasting to our season here, being able to actually save people makes me feel useful. Do you know how many lives I saved ?  Wait … does it count as bragging right now ? Because I swear I’m not, I mean yes I saved hundreds in that fire and that one time when the building collapsed, I’m really strong and I can stick to walls and I c-

-Are you done Este? Because I am. 

Esteban had been too focused on his own rambling, he looked at his wound clean of dried blood, it already looked like a big scratch it would definitely be gone by the end of the next day. That was a relief for the man, he wouldn’t have to give to his trainer another crazy excuse for his injuries, he’s surprised Pierre was the first one to figure it out. 

-How did you do it? 

-Hum? Do what? 

Pierre was frowning and Esteban found it so cute, he focused so hard on his task. Pierre patted the underside of his thigh which Esteban understood as a sign to lift it, confirmed by the bandage in Pierre’s hand. It still hurt too much to actually lift it so he chose to bend his leg instead, leaving enough space for Pierre’s hand. 

-How did you know that was me ? 

The first response he got was a surprised look from Pierre  like Esteban had just asked him what his name was, but he didn’t say anything yet, he finished bandaging his leg and looked at his work. He did his best and the cold tiles were hurting his ass from sitting on it too long, so that was going to be his excuse if Esteban wasn’t happy with it. At least now Pierre was relieved a little, seeing so much blood had made his hands shake but his patient had been too focused on his rant to notice which was a good thing, he didn’t want the man to know how worried he had been. The job was done but he kept his hand on his bandaged leg, Esteban’s skin was so hot compared to the bathroom floor. He needed that contact, Esteban was here with him on the floor and very much alive. He knew how to hide his emotions with an extra dose of sass:

-It was obvious to be honest, like really obvious. I’m surprised no one found out before me, so maybe everyone else is an idiot. Every single Spiderman appearance happened right before or after a Grand Prix, it’s like he had been traveling with us. And really Esteban, I know you. That’s how I figured it out : I know what you look like, suit or not, I know how you hold yourself, how you walk … -hell I could even recognise how you breathe. It was not that hard.

 Esteban looked at his thigh and the hand on it, he had heard every word Pierre said but it was like his brain refused to process it, his main task was to remember this feeling on his skin. The pain long forgotten, replaced by the soft touch of Pierre; and maybe he was taking too long to reply because now Pierre was tapping a little rhythm with his fingers. 

-Sorry all I heard was that you’re obsessed with me. 

-And maybe I am. 

Esteban had tried to play it cool but clearly wasn’t expecting such a response so his brain lagged a little. Was Pierre flirting with him right now ? He was in such a miserable state, he looked like shit and there was a little pile of bloodied gaze on the floor next to him, that’s not a good scene, that couldn’t happen yet. Esteban had a whole thing planned for winter break and -

-I think I’m panicking a little right now 

A sharp pain in the back of his head took him by surprise, this time no spidersense to warn him off. Pierre’s hand had left his leg to meet the back to back of his head with force.

-Fuck ! Pierre, what did I say about concussions? 

-I saw you get run over by a truck and you were perfectly fine the next day, I’m pretty sure I’m not strong enough to give you an actual concussion. 

-But that still hurts. 

-I know I’m sorry

-You’re clearly not

-I’m not, but at least you’re not panicking anymore are you? 

Of course Pierre was right, Esteban smiled and couldn’t look at him any longer without feeling a blush creep up his cheeks, so he found a particular interest for the sink in front of him. Pierre would have loved to continue their banter, if it wasn’t for Esteban’s nakedness. Now that the whole secret identity and injury thing were settled Pierre was going back to his normal self, and that meant noticing how nice Esteban’s abs looked  and making the hardest effort not to lower down his gaze. Maybe the sink was starting to look fascinating too.

-Okay man now I gotta tell you that you actually stink, so you might want to take a shower while you’re here. 

That was a lie, but that was his best escape plan.

-And the floor is hurting my ass. 

Esteban’s eyes followed him as he left the bathroom and closed its door behind him. He waited to hear the door of his hotel room to close as well before leaning back against the bathtub and sighed. That was not how his day was meant to go, but he was strangely fine with it. 

A cold shower and a little more panicking later, Esteban found his way back to his room and met a whole mess of webs, scattered everywhere. There was a  little note stuck to the wall where most of the webs were clumped together : 

Sorry I found your web-shooters under the covers (worst hiding place ever btw). Maybe teach me how to use them one day ? -P 

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

Joe opens the door, is welcomed by the smell of Indian spices as well as his girlfriends favorite sandalwood candle. A soft smile spreads across his face. He’s home. Finally.

Just when he was about to drop his bags immediately, his dog comes running up to him and lets him know with a wagging tail that his arrival excites him just as much as him. The blonde man crouches down, pats Kennel’s head a few times before getting up again. With his sweatpants and sneakers, he casually makes his way to kitchen. The lights of the apartment are dimmed and the low sounds of Paul Simon’s acoustic album is filling the house. When he arrives in the kitchen, a slight feeling of disappointment rushes over him. There are boiling cookingpots but she’s not there. With a touch of confusion on his face, he makes his way into the spacious living room while having his dog follow him all along the way. Suddenly, he hears fast steps coming from the stairs. He turns around and the biggest smile possible spreads across his face.

„Baby, you’re here.“ she exclaims and rushes down the steps. He feels his heart beating ten times fast than before. She looks incredible. She always looks incredible but he can see that she clearly dressed up. A tight and black leather jeans with a white croptop and and a pair of red heels are something she usually doesn’t wear around the house. As soon as she falls into his arms, he can’t think about anything anymore but the fact that he has missed her. So bad. He presses his face into her neck, breathes her in and holds her as tight as possible while standing in the doorway. He can feel how she holds onto him. How she doesn’t want to lose any proximity.

„Missed you so much.“ is the only thing he hears her mumble into his shoulder. She takes a deep breath than slowly pulls back and looks at him. Joe still holds her tightly against her.

„Missed you more, love. Trust me.“ he says, can’t believe it has been three weeks. It was a torture. Waking up and not having her by his side. Not feeling her fall asleep next to him. Not seeing this beautiful face in real life. Not being able to touch and feel her. Joe pulls closer to give her a kiss. To his surprise she slowly turns her head to the side so that his lips land on her cheek. He smiles a little confused, tries not to interpret too much into the last three seconds.

„How was your flight?“ she asks him happily, presses another kiss onto his cheek before letting him go.

„Alright. Had something to look forward to at home. That was nice.“ he smiles at her. Taylor grabs his hand and slowly leads him into the kitchen.

„Oh and you definitely had something to look forward to because your incredibly good looking girlfriend has just made you your favorite dinner.“ she says and casually walks up to the stove to open up one of the pots.

„Oh baby, thanks. You didn’t have to..“

„But I wanted to.“ she smiles and grabs a plate. Without any further blabbering, she starts to fill his plate with the freshly made food. Joe just remains next to her, places a hand on her back to rub her skin under the short white shirt softly. Something is up. He can feel it in the air. She’s usually the most affectionate and talkative person in the world as soon as one of them comes home to their apartment after not being able to see each other for more than a few days. But all she does now is hiding her silence behind a cooked meal to not have to look at him. And a kiss is something he’d love to give her also, especially after three way too long weeks.

„Do you want to eat here or in the..“

„You’re not eating with me?“ he asks, has clearly noticed that there’s only one plate in her hand. She looks up at him and shakes her head. „No, I already ate something. Not hungry right now.“ she says and walks into the living room to place his plate with the cutlery on the coffee table. The entire room is lit with candles and small lamps that give the place a calming and relaxing atmosphere. Just what he needs after days of filming.

He observes how she falls onto the sofa, pats the spot next to her one time to signal him that he should sit down next to her. Joe falls back next to her. His hand lands on her knee and he looks at her. She’s too quiet for his taste. Way too quiet.

„Baby?“

„Yeah? Eat before it gets cold.“ she answers distractedly.

„Can I have a proper kiss now?“ he asks in his thick British accent.

He can feel her hesitating at first. Then she smiles softly, places a hand on his cheek and gives him a small kiss. Joe still looks a bit confused. She really does act a bit weird tonight.

„You sure you don’t want anything, love?“ he asks and starts eating. "It tastes amazing.”

She casually sits on the couch next to him, her feet underneath her butt and her head resting on her arm that is casually placed on the cushion. She looks at him eating the food and she smiles. It’s the best feeling in the world to have him sitting next to her. Settled and relaxed. This is her safe place.

„No thanks, I’m good baby.“ she says and cuddles her head onto his arm. Joe looks down to her.

„What’s up?“ he asks carefully. His voice calm and soft while talking to her. As always.

„Nothing. I’m just so glad you’re home.“ she says and then looks up to him again. It might be relatively dark in the room but he can still see that something is different. She might be saying the sweetest things into his face yet she behaves reserved. Joe places the plate full of incredibly delicious food on the coffee table and leans back to look at her.

„Are you..“

„I’m gonna be right back, okay?“ she interrupts and gets up from the couch. She walks out of the room and disappears. Joe remains where he was, is absolutely confused now. Is she mad at him for something? Did something happen and she doesn’t want to tell him? He sighs quickly, then notices Kennel walking up to him. Joe reaches for his head and strokes the Husky softly.

„Do you know what’s wrong with Mumma, mate? Mhm?“ he whispers to the dog but gets only a disinterested stare as an answer. After a few minutes, he hears a door closing and seconds later his girlfriend walks back into the room to sit down next to him again.

„Sorry, babe. You wanted to say something?“ she asks again, a little out of breath. He just looks at her, tries to observe what it is that’s different. She’s got pretty strong make- up on, doesn’t seem down or anything.

„I wanted to ask why you’re so.. absent?“ he asks carefully. „Are you sure you’re okay? Did something happen? Y’can tell me anything. Know that, right?“ he asks, places his hand on her arm. She just smiles softly and nods.

„Everything is fine, really. I..“ she suddenly stops. Joe looks at her rather confused. He notices her taking a deep breath and then looking at him again. This time with a different look on her face. She looks desperate. Almost devastated.

„To be honest, I.. no. I’m not okay, I just..“

Joe suddenly feels panic rising up inside of him. She seems to open up just now and he has never experienced her like this. She almost seems like she’s about to start crying now, breaths nervously and runs her hand through her curly hair.

„Tell me, baby. Whatever it is.“ he says, has now turned himself fully to her. He grabs her hand, realizes just now how cold and sweaty she is.

„This is so embarrassing. I.. I was so looking forward to you coming home and.. and me being here and I was counting the days and hours to finally be here with you again and.. and feel you again.. and touch you..“ she blabbers with a shaky voice, still on the verge of crying. Joe listens carefully to her yet has no idea what she’s gonna tell him next.

„And I just wanted to spend the most amazing weekend with you here, at home, but..“

„But?“ he asks again, still holds her small and cold hands in his while drawing soft circles onto her skin with his thumb. She seems absolutely exhausted and frantic at the same time.

„But I’m sick and my stomach is trying to kill me and I have to run to the bathroom every five minutes because I’m puking like a monster and I have cold sweat all over my body and.. I’m so disgusting. I didn’t want you to see me like this so I tried to..“ She can’t even finish speaking because Joe immediately pulls her into a tight hug. He could’ve guessed that her being sick was the reason behind her weird behavior. Firstly, the massive amount of make up on her face, and then the fact that she didn’t want to kiss him.

„Oh baby, I’m so sorry.“ he says empathetically and slowly lets go off her. He can see that she truly suffers, almost has tears in her eyes while sitting in front of him with a sunken head. He feels sorry for her yet can’t help but smile a bit. She really wanted to look perfect for him, even made the effort to cook him food and dress up for him. He casually grabs a strand of blonde curls and wraps them behind her ear before kissing her hot forehead for a long time.

„Why didn’t you tell me?“ he asks then and she slowly looks up.

„I don’t know. I’ve never been sick like this in front of any boyfriend and.. It’s so embarrassing. I’m disgusting. You shouldn’t see me like this.“ she says with a shaky voice and avoids his eye contact. Joe can’t believe she’s so embarrassed in front of him.

„Baby, I love you. I want to be here for you, no matter what. You’re not disgusting. Not at all. I’m just a bit offended that you tried to fake it. Didn’t have to, you know?“ he says calm and patiently, his hand still running through her hair. She still doesn’t look at him, just sighs. Joe knows exactly where this is coming from. This is the result of someone who has tried desperately to make boyfriends happy, to always be the flawless and easy- going girlfriend. She was always well aware that her life in the public eye isn’t easy for potential boyfriends, which is why she tried to at least be the perfect girlfriend when it comes to the very private Taylor. She wants to be perfect. She wants to do everything right to make him happy. The food. The candles. Her outfit. He knows how insecure she still is sometimes when it comes to letting her walls fall down. But he wants her to know that he loves her, no matter what. Sick and healthy. Public and private. She should learn to trust him with that. Trust him with her. She doesn’t have to be perfect to be perfect for him. She already is.

„You have exhausting weeks of filming behind you and I.. I just wanted you to enjoy tonight with me and now you can’t even..“

„Shhh. None of that.“ he interrupts her and presses his lips against her head once more. Then he lets go off her and gets up. Taylor looks at him a little confused, as Joe already grabs her and starts to carry her out of the room. She can’t help but smile at him a little while being held in his strong arms.

„What are you doing?“ she asks, feels him carry her upstairs.

„Getting you to bed.“ he answers and she lets her head fall onto his shoulder. She feels horrible. Absolutely horrible.

„And there, I will stay with you as long as you need me. No matter how sick you are, no matter how many times you have to puke. And I will cuddle you the entire night, no matter how much your sweating, until you know that I love spending time with you when you’re healthy and when you’re sick.“ he says bossy and softly places her on her side of the bed. He then turns on the little night lamp on her side and looks at her. She can’t help but smile softly. He really is an angel.

„Are you sure?“ she asks with her head on the pillow. She’s too exhausted to sit up. A hand now on her stomach while looking at him a bit insecure.

„You think I’m leaving now? Because you’re sick?“ he asks ironically yet absolutely shocked. How bad did someone treat her in the past to make her as fearful as she is now? The thought alone hurts him deeply. The thought of her being left alone when she needed someone the most.

„Baby, It’s.. it’s really bad.“ she mumbles, the insecurity written all over her face.

„I don’t care how bad it is. I’m here now. I’m not going. End of the story.“ he says, as Taylor’s belly suddenly starts rumbling badly. She chokes one time, then sits up. He can see her face and how much she suffers. Joe hates to see her sick like this. He carefully places his hand on her belly.

„Does it hurt? Or just nausea?“ he asks quietly, but Taylor doesn’t answer him, gets up quickly and rushes into the bathroom. She closes the door behind her and seconds later, he can hear her gagging. Joe sighs. She really is sick and he feels horrible for her. A stomach bug is the worst thing in the world. Joe slowly walks up to the bathroom door. He can hear that her puking has stopped.

„Baby? Can I come in?“ he asks carefully.

The next thing he hears is water running. Then, slowly, the door opens. She has tears in her eyes. He doesn’t say anything, just quickly wraps her up in his arms.

„m’ so sorry.“ is all she mumbles. Joe lets go and kisses her face. Her cheek, her nose, her forehead.

„Apologize one more time and watch me get so mad.“ he just says and looks at her empathetically. She doesn’t say anything, just stand there in the door frame like a sick little child.

„Why don’t you take off all that.. make-up and then come and cuddle with me in bed, mhm?“ he asks and Taylor nods thankfully.

„Sounds great.“ she mumbles with a shaky voice before receiving another kiss on her cheek.

„You want me to make you some tea? Or a hot- water bottle?“ he asks but she shakes her head.

„No, just..“

„What?“ he asks, would do anything tonight to make her feel better.

„Can I wear one of your shirts? The one’s I have now all smell like me and just.. smelling you everywhere is helping me fall asleep always, so..“

Joe smiles and nods.

„Of course, baby. Now get all that unnecessary color from your face and come to bed with me.“ he comforts her and receives a tired smile from her before watching her go back to the bathroom.

As soon as Taylor walks up to him again, she can’t help but smile at what she sees right in front of her. Joe, who has turned on the flat screen TV on the wall in front of the bed, casually lays on his side while leaning his head against the cushions. There is a spit bucket and a bottle of spring water next to her bed. As soon as he sees her standing in the dooframe, he holds up a shirt and a sweater.

„You said you had cold sweat all over you, so how about you wear both first and take off the hoodie as soon as you’re too hot, mhm? Both exclusive Joseph Alwyn Everyday Wear.“ he jokes and Taylor feels her heart melting. She walks up to him and grabs his clothes from him.

„Sounds perfect.“ is all she can say before taking off her top while walking to her side of the bed. Joe watches her take off her bra and he can’t help but stare like a little boy. She notices him, looks at him with a smirk on her face before putting on his shirt and sweater.

„What?“ she asks, a mischievous smile on her face.

„Nothing. Just missed these two friends as well.“ he jokes as she takes off her pants and crawls into bed with him. She cuddles herself under the blanket and places her head on his chest. She takes a deep breath and feels his hands holding her tight.

„I’ve been waiting the whole day for this.“ she says more than exhausted while laying in his arms.

„You’re silly.“ he just says while watching TV with her. „Being sick is normal. No reason to hide it from me.“ He says again before kissing her head once more.

„I know but.. I just.. I don’t want things to change.“

Joe can’t help but laugh a little. „Change? You think I’ll break up with you because you’re sick?“ he asks again, can’t believe she has irrational fears like these.

„No, but.. there’s a difference between being sick and being sick like this. There’s no way you’ll want to sleep with me after seeing me puke and sweat and..“

„Just wait and see. The No Make up Tay is a turn on for me, you know that. So.. chances are high that we will, in fact, still have great sex after tonight.“ he smirks. Taylor looks up at him and his grin makes her smile a little bit too. When he kisses her lips one quick time and pulls back, she feels everything inside her become more emotional than before. It’s in his eyes. He’s not lying.

„Since when is your tummy going crazy like this? I really think you have a fever.“ he frowns, observes her face a little. She sighs and lets her head fall onto the pillow. She places a hand on her tummy, right under his shirt and sweater while looking at him.

„It started this morning. I thought it was food poisoning at first but.. everything should be out by now, so I think its just a bug.“ she says. Joe casually places his big hand on her tummy under the shirt and kisses her naked belly one time. Then, he puts his hand right back onto her skin while massaging her carefully. Taylor loves his tender touch. He is so careful, never uses too much pressure to make her feel worse but finds the right amount of circling his hands to make her feel good. She smiles softly.

„That feels nice.“ she whispers.

„S’that better?“

Taylor nods before closing her eyes. Joe couldn’t be less interested in the TV, both eyes fixed on the sick beauty next to him.

„Are you having cramps?“ he asks and she nods.

„My poor love.“ he whispers before kissing the flesh on her stomach once more. Taylor just opens her eyes and turns her head to face him. She can’t help but think about how stupid she was. Thinking that she’d disgust him away or make him angry by not having sex tonight. She should’ve trusted the voice inside her heart that told her that he loves her, no matter what. But instead, she believed her head. Her head that was telling her that she makes everything complicated. That their relationship has to remain exciting and.. sexy. How stupid to think that this is what this thing between them really is about. The truth is, she knows that there is something deeper between them. Something that does not depend on bodily attraction and easiness. Joe has become her best friend. He’s the only person out of all her friends who always gets her. Who always takes her side and who would never reject or disappoint her. She’s uncertain about so many things in her life but since almost a year, this is the one thing she knows for sure.

„What’s the spit bucket doing here?“ she asks then and the blonde guy next to her raises his head up from her tummy to look at her again.

„Waiting for you?“ he asks, makes both of them laugh. He didn’t quiet get her question because it should be self explanatory why there’s a bin right next to her bed.

„I love how you care for me but I can’t sit in bed and puke right before your eyes. This is our bed where we make love. And it should stay this way.“ she says, a hand in his hair.

„No, baby. This is our bed where we love. And sometimes that includes orgasms and sometimes that means holding your hair while throwing up.“

Taylor looks at him in awe. This is something no man has ever said to her.

„Now, why don’t we try and get some sleep. I’m exhausted.“ he yawns and turns off the TV since none of the two were paying attention anyway. Taylor nods and watches him get up to go to the bathroom. He returns a few minutes later, finds his girlfriend sitting on the edge of the bed while holding close onto the spit bucket. He doesn’t say anything, can feel her tensions. He just sits down next to her, places his hand on her back while holding the bucket for her with the other one.

„It’s okay.“ he calms her. Taylor breathes shaky and nods. „I think it was false alarm.“ she mumbles. Joe slowly takes the empty bin and places it on the floor. He kisses her temple and then tucks her to bed before turning off the light. He wraps his arms around her from behind, immediately feels her hold onto him and kissing the back of his hand.

„Try and get some sleep. And when you feel sick, wake me up. Promise?“ he whispers and she nods.

„Promise.“ she whispers back.

„And don’t feel bad about waking me up, okay?“

„Okay.“ she replies.

„And no more racking your brain about me leaving you or.. thinking you’re disgusting. That’s BS. You know that now. Okay?

„Okay.“ she says.

„Good.“

„Joe?“ she’s now the one to ask him another question before drifting off.

„Mhm?“ he mumbles, both eyes closed already while laying right behind her and feeling her hands holding onto his right before her face. He can feel her warm breath stroking his skin as she speaks. There’s nothing better in the world than falling asleep like this.

„You know that I love you more than anyone ever before, right? I mean.. you know it. Right?“

Joe opens his eyes and remains silent for a few moments. He has never heard her say anything as meaningful as this. He feels truly touched and the biggest amount of happiness overcomes his body. It’s the incredible feeling of knowing that someone feels exactly the same as you do.

He presses is face a little more into her hair and closes his eyes while holding her close.

„I know.“

Thanks for sending this anon ✍️

[bereft-of-frogs]

friday! 🌿

books:

(in progress) Salvation Day - Kali Wallace: I have started and not finished this book like 4 times. Which is probably a bad sign because I also didn't love the other book by this author I read. I've heard this is better though. But I couldn't pick anything else, officially DNF'd Kill Show, I skimmed a couple pages of the other book I took out of the library and I think I'm too much in A Mood to read it, so I am attempting this again.

(in progress) The Rising Storm - Cavan Scott: Not much to say, chugging along with catching up on the High Republic, extremely slowly. I'm just happy Bell and Indeera are back! Love them.

(finished) The Hobbit: Not my favorite, but I feel like it's good to revisit occasionally. Still hilarious when Tolkien kind of slips into that super epic fantasy voice, and then goes right back into 'kids adventure' tone

(in progress) The Silmarillion: Ngl, part of this reread is fueled by that person on the 'have you read this fantasy book' who for some reason didn't believe that 300 people (based on the results at the time of their comment) read The Silmarillion and accused us all of lying for clout. (which like...clout? what clout? why would I lie about this?) So I'm reading it again.

tv:

Constellations (AppleTV+): I LOVE this. LOVE it. I mean I'm always a sucker for space ghosts so that was a given, but this is really fun. The lost cosmonaut stuff, communicating through tapes, the fairy tale like elements. I love it Also my toxic trait is basically any multiverse thing I judge based on whether or not I think it could be a branch of The OA's multiverse tree and this passes that test, you can easily imagine Brit Marling and Jason Issacs chasing each other around the universes just off-screen. I only have one episode left, really interested to see where things are going (still wondering who the 'ghost' who appeared when the Soyuz disengaged from the ISS was, I have a Theory, but I'm not sure yet). Also bonus point for having some absolutely genuinely creepy scenes. I am so desensitized, it's always really fun when something manages to unsettle me.

You (Netflix): Trash fave, this is my current 'while I'm cooking/eating dinner' show, it's so cheesy but I love it. I never watched the latest season but revisiting season 1 is fun.

Under the Bridge (Hulu): Yeah so episode 1 I was like 'oh old friends? that would be hot. they'll never do it' and then episode 3 was like 'yeah they're *old friends* *wink* *they make out*' and I was like OH OK.

film:

They Cloned Tyrone (2023): I love movies where at the climax everything seems to go wrong and then it rewinds and shows you how it's really all going according to plan. Also, this was brilliant for the plan basically revolving around the villains seeing what they wanted to see, and the protagonists playing into that. And it recreated the vibe of those 70s exploitation films so well.

Palm Springs (2020): This kept appearing on 'what time loop media is your favorite' polls so I thought I'd rewatch it. Still SUCH a fun time loop movie. I did vote for it in both polls, despite the second also having 'that one episode of supernatural' as a possibility.

The Grudge (2019): ABYSMAL. Like truly terrible. I'm not saying the original US remakes were good, but they do have a special place in my heart because they were some of the first movies to really scare me. And also I thought maybe this wouldn't be so bad, I liked the Netflix Ju-On: Origins series that came out in 2020 fine despite it not getting very good reviews. But no. In this case, the reviews were correct, this was awful. In the running for the worst movie of the year and it's barely May.

The Stranger (2020): Maika Monroe has such a weird typecasting haha but I don't hate it. I learned that this was apparently supposed to be a Quibi series and was stitched back together after the fall of Quibi. It probably would have been more effective as short form content. I probably would have ate it up. But as a film it just felt like 'ok wtf is going on'.

to do:

work day: I'm hoping to get through my tasks fast so I can write on the clock. ('doesn't that mean you should be doing them and not making this post?' SILENCE.)

oh man so much writing because I set myself a deadline so now. there's that. well ok it is self-imposed and if things do go catastrophically wrong, I can JUST post the first chapter. That's for sure ready. ideally though: finish the last 2.5 chapters this weekend -> resolve comments (most of which are just 'come up with secondary character name', 'check spelling on wiki', but there is one I know I have to be clever for which...we'll see how clever I can be) -> full read-through. I'll eventually (sooner rather than later) have to rewrite the action sequences of chapter 9, but I think that should be enough to make me feel like I can start weekly posting.

I might go to my favorite thrift store tomorrow to look for some 'person who cares about their job' dresses/blouses/idk for annual corporate socializing event week

Star Wars day! lol remember how exactly a year ago I was like 'idk man, it's star wars day but I'm really not feeling it' and then had to eat my words like literally less than two weeks later? that was funny. cheers to that. Meeting my dad and brother at the movie theater and then we're going out for pizza just like it's 1999 (ok my brother was not actually there in 1999 because he was 4, but we welcome him to the nostalgia trip)

the monthly Big Clean (aka I fell behind on recycling so I have to take a lot down to the recycling bins, and the vacuum and mop are coming out)

pretend to care about my job for 3 days. Ok, no, I do care about my job in that I actually do like it and I want to do a good job, I just don't really care about like...*the company*. but I will get a lot of free food and probably wine if I pretend to care about the company for 3 days. so. fair exchange.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

For the 10 characters ask game:

Kanan Jarrus

Hera Syndulla

Ezra Bridger

Ahsoka Tano

Tommy from DSMP

Wilbur from DSMP

Ghostbur (does he count as separate from Wilbur? He seems to but I’m not sure; substitute character of your choice if he doesn’t)

And, since you’ve watched ATSV:

Miles Morales

Peter B. Parker

Miguel O’Hara

Oooh, thank you! This will be Fun lol

(And yes, Ghostbur is separate from Wilbur! The whole thing is kinda confusing but in short, when someone dies on the Dream SMP, a new being is sprung into creation; they look and sound like their alive counterpart, but they have a different personality, because really, they’re a Different Person. Like I said, it’s a bit confusing 😅)

1. Marry

Okay. Here me out.

Tommy.

BUT LISTEN!!! OKAY!!! IT WOULD BE PLATONIC!!! A WEIRD… PLATONIC… MARRIAGE… THING. ALRIGHT??? IT’S WHAT HAPPENED WITH RANBOO AND TUBBO SO IT WORKS (??!!)

This… arrangement would be so chaotic and so strange oh my gosh. But also… fun?? Maybe???

He could make pasta and I could bake cookies. Symbiotic relationship. We could run around the server and cause problems and pick dandelions. AND we could talk about Ghostbur together. It’s a win-win. We both love Ghostbur. Yes.

Tommy’s also an animal lover :) Truly, this is a symbiotic relationship.

2. Drink tea with

Ahsoka :) I feel like she’d be a fun person to chat with—especially over tea!

3. Party with

Okay I’m gonna be honest, when you sent this ask, I hadn’t actually seen Across The Spider-Verse, so I didn’t really know who Miguel was, so I saved him for last and just kinda gave him the option left over…

So I guess I’m partying with Miguel.

Y’know I don’t think either of us are gonna have much fun doing this lol

4. Kiss

Oh this was a weird one to answer-

Like Miguel, I saved this person for last because I didn’t really know what to do with her.

So. Hera. ???

I feel like I’ve failed a video game or something.

5. Go out on a date with

GHOSTBUR!!! But platonic :D

DUDE!!! THIS WOULD MAKE ME SO HAPPY!!! We could go see sheep or something!!! And take walks in nature!!! And find cool bugs to admire!!!

Oh my gosh I could take him to chick-fil-a and get him a peach milkshake. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.

I have been WANTING TO GIVE HIM A PEACH MILKSHAKE FOR MONTHSSSS HE NEEDS ONE!!! I CAME UP WITH AN ENTIRE MODERN AU JUST SO THAT HE COULD GET A PEACH MILKSHAKE!!! YES!!!

6. Push down the stairs

Miles :)

Not out of anger or anything. Just an aggressively affectionate shove.

Besides, he’s spider-man! He can catch himself just fine!! >:)

7. Slap

Kan…an?? I guess?

It’d be affectionate but also annoyed because he can be a bit… much. At times. I’m just saying, I think Hera should get to slap him at least once. That’s all I’m saying!

8. Invade the dreams of

PETER B!!! OH THIS WOULD BE HILARIOUS!!!

I feel like all of his dreams would be completely funny and nonsensical, so if I ended up in there things would get Worse.

I also feel like he’s that brand of pathetic (affectionate) that’ll get very scared over things that aren’t very scary. Like me.

He would wake up in a cold sweat and live in fear.

9. Take a nap with

Oh gosh, umm…

Let’s do Wilbur. Heaven knows that man needs a nap :(

Thing is, I can never take naps—I take like one a year if that—so I’d sit on the couch and be quiet and Wilbur would sleep… somewhere.

Oh I feel like he’s the type of guy to fall asleep in super uncomfortable positions, so he’d likely be curled up at the other end of the couch with his glasses still on and his coat still on and probably food on his hands. I could try and give him a pillow/blanket but I think he’d still wake up feeling sore lol

BUT AT LEAST HE’D FALL ASLEEP!!! HE HEKKIN NEEDS IT!!!

10. Rob

Ezra, but make it playful :) No malice behind it or anything.

[brookston]

Holidays 7.28

Holidays

Accountant's Day

Anniversary of the Fall of Fascism (San Marino)

Beatrix Potter Day

Buffalo Soldiers Day

Day of Cantabria Institutions (Spain)

Day of Commemoration of the Great Upheaval (Canada)

Emancipation Day (Bermuda; 1st Day of Cup Match)

Expulsion of the Acadians (Canada)

Fat Tony Day

Fiesta Patrias (Peru)

Foxtrot Day

Fingerprint Day

Global Plastic Overshoot Day

Gone-ta-Pott Day [every 28th]

Hariyali Amavasya (Chhattisgarh, India)

Indigenous Day (Chile)

International Clothing Day

Karkidaka Vavu Bali (Kerala, India)

Kingsmen Day (Portland, Oregon)

Kermesse (Brussels, Belgium)

Liberation Day (San Marino)

Mad Day Out (The Beatles)

Miami Day

National Fingerprint Day

National Soccer Day

National Waterpark Day

Ólavsøka Eve (a.k.a. Ólavsøkuaftan; Faroe Islands)

Shampoo Outdoors Day

Singing Telegram Day

Watering Can Day (French Republic)

World Hepatitis Day (UN)

World Nature Conservation Day

World War One Anniversary Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chili Dog Day

Longneck Day

National Hamburger Day

National Milk Chocolate Day

4th & Last Friday in July

I Love My Credit Union Day [Last Friday]

Lumberjack Day [Last Friday of Last Full Weekend; also 9.26]

National Biryani Day (Pakistan) [Last Friday]

National Blowout Day [Last Friday]

National Get Gnarly Day [Last Friday]

National Love This Place Day (Ireland) [Last Friday]

National Talk in an Elevator Day [Last Friday]

Schools Tree Day (Australia) [Friday before Last Sunday]

System Administrator Appreciation Day [Last Friday]

Talk in An Elevator Day [Last Friday]

UFO Days begin (Wisconsin) [4th Friday thru Sunday]

Independence Days

Day of Ukrainian Statehood (Ukraine)

Peru (from Spain, 1821)

Feast Days

Alphonsa Muttathupadathu (Syro-Malabar Catholic Church)

Arduinus of Trepino (Christian; Saint)

Ashura (Islamic) [Began at Sundown Last Night; 10th Day of Muharram] (a.k.a. ... 

Achoura (Algeria)

Ashorra (Parts of India)

Ashoura (Lebanon)

Ashura Holiday (Afghanistan, Bahrain, Iraq, Pakistan, Somalia)

Muharram (Parts of India)

Remembrance of Muharram

Tamkharit (Senegal)

Tamxarit (Gambia)

Tasoua Hosseini (Iran)

Tasu’a

Yaum-e-Ashur (Pakistan)

Yawmul Ashura (Gambia)

Baptism of Kyivan Rus (Eastern Orthodox Church; Ukraine)

Birthday of Horus (Ancient Egypt)

Botvid (Christian; Saint)

Festival of Fortuna Huiusque Diei (Fortune of the Present Day; Ancient Rome)

Festival of Hedjihotep (goddess of weaving; Ancient Egypt)

Flute-Snatcher (Muppetism)

Innocent I, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Joaquín Torres García (Artology)

Johann Sebastian Bach, George Frederick Handel, Henry Purcell (Episcopal Church commemoration)

Johann Sebastian Bach, Heinrich Schütz, George Frederick Handel (Lutheran commemoration)

Judith Leyster (Artology)

Kronia (Festival to Kronos, god of the harvest; Ancient Greece)

Marcel Duchamp (Artology)

Marty Feldman Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Nazarius and Celsus (Christian; Martyrs)

Pantaleon (Christian; Martyr)

Pedro Poveda Castroverde (Christian; Saint)

Samson of Dol (Christian; Saint)

Shabbat Nachamu (Shabbat of Consolation; Judaism) [Date Varies]

Solstitium XIV (Pagan)

Teniers (Positivist; Saint)

Try a New Cheese Day (Pastafarian)

Victor I, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [28 of 53]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 35 of 60)

Premieres

Alice in Wonderland (Animated Disney Film; 1951)

Animal House (Film; 1978)

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania (Film: 2023)

Atomic Blonde (Film; 2017)

The Devils of Loudun, by Aldous Huxley (History Book; 1952)

Green Lantern: First Flight (WB Animated Film; 2009)

The Hero With a Thousand Faces, by Joseph Campbell (History Book; 1949)

Hooper (Film; 1978)

Justice League: Gods and Monsters (WB Animated Film; 2015)

Leghorn Swigged (WB MM Cartoon; 1951)

Los Bandoleers (Short Film; 2009) [F&F]

The Miracle Worker (Film; 1962)

North by Northwest (Film; 1959)

On the Waterfront (Film; 1954)

Robin Hood: Men in Tights (Film; 1993)

Smoke on the Water, by Deep Purple (Song; 1973)

Waterworld (Film; 1995)

What’s the 411?, by Mary J. Blige (Album; 1992)

White Zombie (Film; 1932)

Today’s Name Days

Ada, Adele, Bantus, Beatus, Innozenz, Samuel, Viktor (Austria)

Celzo, Inocent, Nazarije, Nikanor, Prohor, Viktor (Croatia)

Viktor (Czech Republic)

Aurelius (Denmark)

Maasika, Vaarika (Estonia)

Atso (Finland)

Samson (France)

Ada, Adele, Benno, Innozenz (Germany)

Afxentios, Akakios, Hrysovalantou , Drosos, Drosoula, Irini, Timon (Greece)

Szabolcs (Hungary)

Nazario, Vittore (Italy)

Cecilija, Cilda (Latvia)

Ada, Augmina, Inocentas, Vytaras (Lithuania)

Reidar, Reidun (Norway)

Innocenta, Innocenty, Marcela, Pantaleon, Samson, Świętomir, Wiktor, Wiktoriusz (Poland)

Krištof (Slovakia)

Víctor (Spain)

Botvid, Seved (Sweden)

Lysander, Lysandra, Rhonda, Sampson, Samson (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 209 of 2024; 156 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 30 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 19 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Ji-Wei), Day 11 (Ding-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 10 Av 5783

Islamic: 10 Muharram 1445

J Cal: 29 Lux; Eighthday [29 of 30]

Julian: 15 July 2023

Moon: 80%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 13 Dante (8th Month) [Teniers]

Runic Half Month: Ur (Primal Strength) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 38 of 94)

Zodiac: Leo (Day 7 of 31)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 7.28

Holidays

Accountant's Day

Anniversary of the Fall of Fascism (San Marino)

Beatrix Potter Day

Buffalo Soldiers Day

Day of Cantabria Institutions (Spain)

Day of Commemoration of the Great Upheaval (Canada)

Emancipation Day (Bermuda; 1st Day of Cup Match)

Expulsion of the Acadians (Canada)

Fat Tony Day

Fiesta Patrias (Peru)

Foxtrot Day

Fingerprint Day

Global Plastic Overshoot Day

Gone-ta-Pott Day [every 28th]

Hariyali Amavasya (Chhattisgarh, India)

Indigenous Day (Chile)

International Clothing Day

Karkidaka Vavu Bali (Kerala, India)

Kingsmen Day (Portland, Oregon)

Kermesse (Brussels, Belgium)

Liberation Day (San Marino)

Mad Day Out (The Beatles)

Miami Day

National Fingerprint Day

National Soccer Day

National Waterpark Day

Ólavsøka Eve (a.k.a. Ólavsøkuaftan; Faroe Islands)

Shampoo Outdoors Day

Singing Telegram Day

Watering Can Day (French Republic)

World Hepatitis Day (UN)

World Nature Conservation Day

World War One Anniversary Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chili Dog Day

Longneck Day

National Hamburger Day

National Milk Chocolate Day

4th & Last Friday in July

I Love My Credit Union Day [Last Friday]

Lumberjack Day [Last Friday of Last Full Weekend; also 9.26]

National Biryani Day (Pakistan) [Last Friday]

National Blowout Day [Last Friday]

National Get Gnarly Day [Last Friday]

National Love This Place Day (Ireland) [Last Friday]

National Talk in an Elevator Day [Last Friday]

Schools Tree Day (Australia) [Friday before Last Sunday]

System Administrator Appreciation Day [Last Friday]

Talk in An Elevator Day [Last Friday]

UFO Days begin (Wisconsin) [4th Friday thru Sunday]

Independence Days

Day of Ukrainian Statehood (Ukraine)

Peru (from Spain, 1821)

Feast Days

Alphonsa Muttathupadathu (Syro-Malabar Catholic Church)

Arduinus of Trepino (Christian; Saint)

Ashura (Islamic) [Began at Sundown Last Night; 10th Day of Muharram] (a.k.a. ... 

Achoura (Algeria)

Ashorra (Parts of India)

Ashoura (Lebanon)

Ashura Holiday (Afghanistan, Bahrain, Iraq, Pakistan, Somalia)

Muharram (Parts of India)

Remembrance of Muharram

Tamkharit (Senegal)

Tamxarit (Gambia)

Tasoua Hosseini (Iran)

Tasu’a

Yaum-e-Ashur (Pakistan)

Yawmul Ashura (Gambia)

Baptism of Kyivan Rus (Eastern Orthodox Church; Ukraine)

Birthday of Horus (Ancient Egypt)

Botvid (Christian; Saint)

Festival of Fortuna Huiusque Diei (Fortune of the Present Day; Ancient Rome)

Festival of Hedjihotep (goddess of weaving; Ancient Egypt)

Flute-Snatcher (Muppetism)

Innocent I, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Joaquín Torres García (Artology)

Johann Sebastian Bach, George Frederick Handel, Henry Purcell (Episcopal Church commemoration)

Johann Sebastian Bach, Heinrich Schütz, George Frederick Handel (Lutheran commemoration)

Judith Leyster (Artology)

Kronia (Festival to Kronos, god of the harvest; Ancient Greece)

Marcel Duchamp (Artology)

Marty Feldman Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Nazarius and Celsus (Christian; Martyrs)

Pantaleon (Christian; Martyr)

Pedro Poveda Castroverde (Christian; Saint)

Samson of Dol (Christian; Saint)

Shabbat Nachamu (Shabbat of Consolation; Judaism) [Date Varies]

Solstitium XIV (Pagan)

Teniers (Positivist; Saint)

Try a New Cheese Day (Pastafarian)

Victor I, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [28 of 53]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 35 of 60)

Premieres

Alice in Wonderland (Animated Disney Film; 1951)

Animal House (Film; 1978)

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania (Film: 2023)

Atomic Blonde (Film; 2017)

The Devils of Loudun, by Aldous Huxley (History Book; 1952)

Green Lantern: First Flight (WB Animated Film; 2009)

The Hero With a Thousand Faces, by Joseph Campbell (History Book; 1949)

Hooper (Film; 1978)

Justice League: Gods and Monsters (WB Animated Film; 2015)

Leghorn Swigged (WB MM Cartoon; 1951)

Los Bandoleers (Short Film; 2009) [F&F]

The Miracle Worker (Film; 1962)

North by Northwest (Film; 1959)

On the Waterfront (Film; 1954)

Robin Hood: Men in Tights (Film; 1993)

Smoke on the Water, by Deep Purple (Song; 1973)

Waterworld (Film; 1995)

What’s the 411?, by Mary J. Blige (Album; 1992)

White Zombie (Film; 1932)

Today’s Name Days

Ada, Adele, Bantus, Beatus, Innozenz, Samuel, Viktor (Austria)

Celzo, Inocent, Nazarije, Nikanor, Prohor, Viktor (Croatia)

Viktor (Czech Republic)

Aurelius (Denmark)

Maasika, Vaarika (Estonia)

Atso (Finland)

Samson (France)

Ada, Adele, Benno, Innozenz (Germany)

Afxentios, Akakios, Hrysovalantou , Drosos, Drosoula, Irini, Timon (Greece)

Szabolcs (Hungary)

Nazario, Vittore (Italy)

Cecilija, Cilda (Latvia)

Ada, Augmina, Inocentas, Vytaras (Lithuania)

Reidar, Reidun (Norway)

Innocenta, Innocenty, Marcela, Pantaleon, Samson, Świętomir, Wiktor, Wiktoriusz (Poland)

Krištof (Slovakia)

Víctor (Spain)

Botvid, Seved (Sweden)

Lysander, Lysandra, Rhonda, Sampson, Samson (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 209 of 2024; 156 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 30 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 19 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Ji-Wei), Day 11 (Ding-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 10 Av 5783

Islamic: 10 Muharram 1445

J Cal: 29 Lux; Eighthday [29 of 30]

Julian: 15 July 2023

Moon: 80%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 13 Dante (8th Month) [Teniers]

Runic Half Month: Ur (Primal Strength) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 38 of 94)

Zodiac: Leo (Day 7 of 31)

[macksting]

I met him at OryCon once, on our honeymoon. I got in the elevator, exhausted, having freshly arrived. I scanned the name tags in the elevator, my newlywed wife at my side, and as my eyes saw the name tag across from me said "Peter S.--" and my eyes glazed over before I could even finish reading it. I stammered dumbly and elbowed the wife, quietly gesturing to him, and she apologized on my behalf because I was starstruck for finding myself in an elevator with one of my favorite authors. He said he felt exactly the same way when he met his favorite poet, and told a sentence or two about that occaasion.* I commented that Spider Robinson had the same experience meeting Robert Heinlein at a book signing, and Beagle said, "I used to live next door to him in California! The only safe topic was cats. We couldn't talk about anything civilly, except cats." I was lightheaded. I get that way around artists I admire. It’s really rather ridiculous of me; they’re perfectly human, with all the usual merits and flaws of that, and its wide and absurd variety. The well-connected ones, in fact, tend to be terrible people because that’s who is best able to network with terrible people who gatekeep power and money. It’s not a pretty industry. Nevertheless, my brain gets all funny about it. Nice to know his can too. I talked to him later when I got A Fine And Private Place signed at his booth. There wasn’t a long line at that moment, and I paused to ask him about a theme I thought I’d observed in The Last Unicorn and the sequel novella Two Hearts. He knew what I was talking about, identified the mythic trope I was comparing it to as "The Summer King," and said he almost certainly knew about it when he wrote the book, but is equally certain he didn't have it consciously in mind? But apologized in advance if he forgets that he didn't come up with the comparison himself later. The implication that he preferred my interpretation of his books was too much for me and I said my goodbyes and went back to my hotel room to rest. Later on he was doing a reading, but we went over time, and had to clear the room before the end of the chapter. Folks asked him to continue somehow, and we found seating in the middle of the hallway and all sat rapt, listening to this kindly dude reading his short story to us, in that mellifluous voice. My friend Tea thinks he has probably no idea the effect he has on people, and didn’t necessarily understand why we all were so captivated that we’d just all pull up seats in a hallway just to hear him finish the story. It was an excellent story, though I forget many details; a brother and sister, magical powers that weren’t well understood and seemed to entail danger; modern setting. It was far more detailed than that, but it’s been over fifteen years, I’m sure. (looks it up. Yup. Nearly 16 now. Guess I’ve been married quite a while. She’s sleeping cutely over on the bed. I can see the rise and fall of her chest under the blanket. <3 ) Later he sang, a lovely filk performance, and one of the songs I didn’t recognize, “Making The Best Of A Bad Situation.” I’d never heard it before. It’s on a Ray Stevens album as well, apparently, and despite growing up on “The Streak“ and “The Mississippi Squirrel Revival” I hadn’t heard it there either, so for all I knew Beagle’d written it. Turns out it’s by Deena Kaye Rose, credited under her deadname, which was the name she was using at the time. (She publicly started using the name Deena Kay Rose in 2017, according to Wikipedia.) The last verse Beagle sang reminded me distinctly of the last verse of the Kingston Trio version of “Worried Man Blues.” Whether that was his change to it or someone else’s, I don’t know. I only just today found out who wrote the song in the first place. I have some listening to do. It may well have been a Rose original that didn’t make it into other cuts. On the subject of Deena Kaye Rose, Wikipedia also says that she cowrote Eastbound And Down, a hit from the film Smokey And The Bandit, so apparently this is a musician I have already heard at least two songs by without ever knowing it before today. It occurs to me to clarify that at the time I met him, I myself was deep enough in the closet that I was neighbors with Mr. Tumnus, at least in regards to being trans, so I thought I was male when speaking with him, and we haven’t particularly met since. Given my financial situation I doubt we ever will again; I’ve only been to one con in person since then, and it seems it’d be a poor choice now that COVID is a permanent situation. But it is an incredible comfort to know that if we did meet, he might remember me, and would not mind in the slightest. There’s a lot of artists I’d be very disappointed if they hated me for living as I must, but from the author of The Last Unicorn, it means even more that he cares.

I've met him in person btw and he's a fucking sweetheart

[ID: Text-intensive Twitter thread from the Shapeshifters chest binders Twitter account in reply to a post by artist and author Ursula Vernon. Vernon says, A non-zero number of you apparently did not know that The Last Unicorn was a book before it was a movie. It is by Peter S. Beagle. It is made of spun glass and fairytales and iron knives and there are individual lines that I would give my lungs to have written. Shapechangers replies, I saw him every year at NYCC for several years straight, bought something at his table, asked him to sign it, and we spoke. He remembered me from year to year, no small feat at that con. He remembered which stories he'd told me. One year I came back with a different gender on. He squinted at me a bit and said thoughtfully, "I've seen you before in this place." All I had to say was, "last year you told me the story about the inoshishi." And his face cleared, and he leaned in with a grin and told me about a German guitarist who he traveled with, twice. Who transitioned between the first and second time, so he'd gotten to meet this person all over again on the second round. It was a wonderfully kind way to let me know that everything was fine. I was fresh out of the closet and I needed that, and maybe he could see it. The Last Unicorn is the best book in the world and I will defend it and its author til I die. the end. /end ID]

I don't usually talk about celebrities; artists, when I do, and I'm keenly aware that one needn't be a good person to be a hell of a heartwrenching artist. But Peter S. Beagle has written a few of my favorite things in the world, he's an excellent singer and filker, and this Twitter thread was dreadfully important to me. I don't want it going away as Twitter becomes Shitter, because it's so often bad news, isn't it? It's important to me to share trans joy.

[amazingmaeve]

SPENCER REID FIC RECS iv!

I know number 4 is a lot of fics, but I just keep finding amazing pieces of work. like and reblog all of these works because they deserve it!

archeology ➵ @spencersawkward

summary ➵ Reader is a forensic archaeology student working on a case when she meets Spencer and finds herself both confused and interested in him.

something gave you the nerve to touch my hand ➵ @samuel-de-champagne-problems

summary ➵ At his mother's funeral, Spencer sees an old, familiar face that he never thought he'd see again. But then again, he's always had a habit of being haunted by the living.

turning tables ➵ @spideygenius

summary ➵ based on 14x15, what will you do when JJ confesses her love to your husband.

clumsy ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ Spencer tripping and tumbling leads him to fall for a nurse.

seventeen minutes ➵ @fortheloveofwonderland

summary ➵ seventeen minutes a day is all Spencer gets to spend with you but it’s enough for him to quickly fall head over heels for you. Until one day you seemingly disappear off the face off the earth, leaving Spencer questioning everything.

second times a charm ➵ @foxy-eva 

summary ➵ Back in college Spencer Reid and Fem!Reader left many things unsaid. Years later they give it another try.

fils vert et lignes rose ➵ @spencerreidat3am

summary ➵ Reader stumbles upon the perfect way to tell Spencer some good news

any other weigh ➵ @ofwilliamandwalter

summary ➵ A small collection of stories about the times Spencer told Y/N about how big their baby was getting every week.

impatient ➵ @imagining-in-the-margins

summary ➵ Reid’s been gone on a case and reader picks him up & after they have been driving, they pull over because they can’t wait & end up having sex in the back of the car and he finishes fast lol

found family ➵ @boldlyvoid

summary ➵ Henry's best friend, Taylor, is struggling to take care of her mother's schizophrenia, Spencer knows exactly how to help and it's by getting her out of that environment while her mother gets help.

mutual understanding ➵ @almostgenerallyalways

summary ➵ You and your reserved co-worker Dr Reid have a mutual understanding: Sometimes, when your job gets to be too much, it’s good not to be alone. 

only yours ➵ @foxy-eva

summary ➵ After getting jealous at work Spencer reminds you who you belong to

let you down ➵ @specialagentsergio

summary ➵ After kissing Cat, Spencer tries to salvage his relationship.

a dream come true ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ After a long few years of trying to have a baby, the Reids give up, until nothing short of a miracle happens at an inconvenient time.

letting you go ➵ @ofwilliamandwalter

summary ➵ Spencer Reid spends his afternoon showing off magic tricks to his wife, Y/N. Unbeknownst to him, it may very well be the last afternoon they spend together.

just friends ➵ @reidsbrokenknee

summary ➵ Reader transferred from Quantico after a bad argument with Spencer, five years later she’s transferred back. Will things work out between her and him?

[late-to-the-party-81]

I was made for loving you

AN: Welcome to the final few days! I can't believe it's the 26th already! Enjoy some sweet SamBucky for today.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: Sam x Bucky

CW: Nipple Play, Intercrural sex, Hand jobs, Cum as lube, Bucky taking care of Sam.

Word count: 1.9k

The problem with missions, Bucky thought, is that sometimes, and by sometimes he meant often, they didn’t go quite to plan. Although, as far as ‘not going to plan’ went, this hadn’t been too bad. It was a small mission, just him and Sam, which had been nice, but the ex-fil had gone wrong, and Sam’s wingsuit was damaged so he couldn’t fly them home, or at least to somewhere less remote.

They’d trudged down the hillside, mostly in silence. From the small glances that Bucky kept throwing at Sam, it was obvious the latter was deep inside his own head, going over every aspect of the mission and analysing it to death. Experience told Bucky that he needed to let Sam go through this, even if just for a short time, but he was determined that when they reached some kind of shelter he’d get his boyfriend to forget all about it.The opportunity presented itself about 30 minutes and 2 miles down the road. As the sky started to darken, Redwing picked out a small structure in the distance. Upon approach it was clear that it was abandoned, some kind of small shepherding hut from the looks of it. Bucky insisted on entering first, to check its stability. Sam grumbled a bit, but too caught up  in his own thoughts, he didn’t complain as much as usual.

Although the door squeaked, and didn’t hang exactly straight, it appeared to be still attached. It was obviously dark inside as there were no windows, but Bucky was satisfied that it wasn’t going to fall down on them in the night. Heading back outside to where Sam was standing, staring off into the dark, Bucky steered him inside, before going on the search for some kindling. They needed fire, drinking water and food in that order, and, if Bucky could manage, some extra water for cleaning. He was desperate to wash off some of the grime of the day. 

It took some time, and some patience, but it wasn’t too long before a small fire was glowing and flickering in the centre of the hut, the smoke going out of the hole in the centre of the roof. Collecting some water from the nearby stream in an old tin bucket, Bucky charged Sam with warming some of it up and then cleaning himself off, while Bucky went to find some food. He’d seen a few rabbit holes on their way down the hill and it was just a matter of sitting still and waiting…

Returning to the hut with three rabbits and a handful of wild garlic, Bucky found Sam sitting next to the fire, stripped to the waist with a ratty looking blanket around his shoulders. The immediate dirt was gone from his face and the flickering light showed up the planes and angles of his body, gleaming like bronze. It made Bucky’s mouth go dry. But first things first.

He swifty gutted and skinned the rabbits, stuffing the cavity with the garlic and skewering them on long sticks. Setting them up to cook, he partially stripped and used the remaining warm water for his own ablutions.

Approaching his boyfriend, Bucky was greeted by his left arm opening the blanket in invitation. They smiled at each other and Bucky hunkered in close, resting his head on Sam’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around Sam’s broad chest.

“You okay in there, Sammy?”

The fire sizzled and popped as the flames danced, casting an ever changing, but hypnotic pattern on the walls that surrounded them.

“Yeah. Suppose so.” Sam’s voice was flat, a dejected tone to it.

“Hey, don’t be like that, doll. We got out in one piece. And we got this impromptu, romantic getaway, just for two. Gourmet meal, cosy accommodations. What’s not to love?”

Bucky felt Sam leaning back and shifting, and he turned his head to look up. Sam smiled down at him, eyes sparkling.

“Aren’t I normally the optimistic one?” 

Bucky shrugged.

“Thought it was my turn.”

“Shut up and kiss me already, Barnes.

Sam chuckled and bent down, pressing his lips to Bucky’s in a sweet kiss. They made out for a few minutes, enjoying just being close to each other, until Bucky reluctantly broke them apart, smiling to himself at the little breathy whimper that escaped Sam.

“We better eat this food, before it becomes too tough.”

Sam sighed, dramatically.

“Fine…but I was enjoying that.”

“Don’t worry, doll. I’ve always got more kisses for you.”

They ate in companionable silence, shooting smiles at each other, nudging their shoulders together. Sam threw the last of the bones from his dinner into the fire, but as he was about to lick his fingers clean, Bucky grabbed his wrist, bringing Sam’s hand to his own mouth and sucked each digit in turn, gazing right into Sam’s eyes as he did.

Sam let out a moan that made Bucky’s cock twitch.

“Buck, you’re killing me.”

Bucky grinned back at him.

“Oh, Sammy. I’ve barely started.”

He pushed the blanket off Sam’s shoulders, deftly spreading it out over the dirt floor, before easing Sam back onto it. Sam’s legs fell open and he invited Bucky into his embrace. The kisses now were no longer teasing and slightly chaste, these were full blown declarations of love, lust and ruination. Bracing himself over Sam’s body with his left hand, Bucky caressed Sam with his right, while stealing the air from his lover’s lungs with his lips. Sam clasped Bucky’s shoulders and rolled his hips up to rub against Bucky.

“Okay, now you’re killing me.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow before moving down Sam’s body. It wasn’t a secret between them that Bucky was obsessed with Sam’s impressive chest. It was Bucky’s favourite place to rest his head when they cuddled up together on the sofa to watch movies. It was also his favourite way to tease Sam, because Sam’s chest was as sensitive as it was beautiful.

“Oh God! Jamie. Baby! Fuck!”

Bucky sucked on one of Sam’s nipples while rolling the other between his warm fingertips. Sam’s own fingertips dug into the meat of Bucky’s shoulders, his back arched and his head moving too and fro. Bucky shifted his weight, so he could alter his ministrations and swap the attention he was giving each of Sam’s nipples.

“Love these tits of yours, doll.” Bucky’s voice was muffled by Sam’s skin as he pressed kisses over each pectoral, stopping to nip and suck at the sensitive flesh. Sam snorted, but the noise of mild frustration turned into a groan of pleasure as Bucky continued his onslaught.

“Buck, will you stop with the tits thing?”

“But they are, Sammy. What else can I call them? ‘Pecs’ just doesn’t describe how goddamn lush and sexy they are.” Bucky opened his mouth wide, engulfing as much of one as possible, before sucking harshly, enjoying the way Sam bucked up against him as his tongue strummed his nipple.

Bucky broke off with a pop, fingers gripping the lower half of Sam’s suit and dragging it from his body, taking the other man’s briefs off with it.

Sam lay lust dazed in the firelight, cock straining against his abs, as shiny with pre-cum as his chest was shiny with Bucky’s saliva.

“Fucking gorgeous, doll!”

Bucky shucked the rest of his own clothes before hovering over Sam again, smiling mischievously. Sam smiled back and lifted his arms, making ‘grabby hands’ at his boyfriend.

“Need you, Buck.”

“I know, Sammy. Need you too.”

He dipped his head, capturing Sam’s lips again, and easing himself down to press against Sam’s side. His hand wrapped around Sam’s cock and started to pump, slowly, smearing the pre-cum around to ease his way. Sam whined, letting the sensations from Bucky’s lips and hand suffuse his body, easing his tension. It wasn’t long until Bucky was making his way down Sam’s neck and back to his chest.

Sam squirmed, dizzy from the stimulation and the twisting pressure in his gut. Bucky nipped him and he gasped, the slight pain morphing to pleasure as it zinged through his nerves.

“Harder!”

Bucky hesitated for a moment, before he did what Sam asked, biting down on the firm muscle of his chest with more force. The sound that came from Sam’s mouth was like molasses; slow, oozing and sweet.

“Again…”

Bucky littered Sam’s skin with bite marks, dragging sounds of pleasure from him as he pumped Sam’s cock.

“You gonna come for me, doll?” Bucky murmured his question against Sam’s warm flesh, before he lathed his tongue over his latest mark.

“Jamie! Fuck!” 

Bucky chuckled.

“I’ll take that as a yes…” Bucky twisted his wrist, his thumb rubbing over the head of Sam’s cock, as he sucked hard on the nipple closest to him, drinking in the cries Sam made as came, spilling over his abs and Bucky’s hands.

Almost immediately Bucky rolled Sam over and pressed up against his back. Scooping up Sam’s spend, Bucky pushed his hand between Sam’s thighs, smearing it there, before thrusting his cock into the warm, wet space with a groan.

“I’d much prefer to be fucking your glorious ass, but I’m not going to town on you when the only lube I have is your cum. You deserve to be treated right, Sammy.”

Bucky’s hips snapped, bouncing off the globes of Sam’s ass, his cock brushing up against Sam’s balls and the underside of his cock. His lips moved across Sam’s neck and shoulders, all the while his hand was splayed across Sam’s sticky abs, holding him in place while Bucky chased his high between the pillow of Sam’s thighs.

“I don’t think… you understand… Fuck… just how…  spectacular you are... Shit!

Sam moaned weakly, and Bucky sped up. He knew Sam was tired and spent, and needed what little rest they could get in their mean shelter. He bit down on the meat of Sam’s shoulder as he came, adding to the mess between Sam’s thighs. Sam shouted at the sensation, pushing his own hips backwards and clamping his legs together. 

They lay tangled together for a few moments as Bucky came down from his high. Then, slipping from between Sam’s legs, he trotted over to the fire, snagging the pail of warm water from the side with his left hand and the small cloth Sam had used earlier. Carefully he washed Sam down, as he lay, eyes hooded, staring sleepily upwards. Once Sam was clean, Bucky dried him as best he could with the edge of the blanket, before easing Sam’s clothes back onto him. Bucky chuckled to himself as he tried to bend Sam's tired limbs into the right place. 

By the time Bucky had washed himself off, got dressed again, fed the fire and settled himself in behind Sam, pulling the blanket over the pair of them, his boyfriend was fast asleep. Bucky pressed a kiss behind his ear, and snuggled in close, pulling him close with an arm thrown over Sam’s waist. He couldn’t wait to get home and give Sam all the loving he deserved.

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