#THIRTY FIVE FICS. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT?

[periru3]

so I just watched Crashing and the problem that I'm having is that un one day I have become fully absolutely deep in my soul obsessed with the human garbage fire closet-case that is Sam and the actual embodiment of a cinnamon roll that is Fred and their stupid fucked up co-dependent dynamic and there are only 35 fics about them and I have now read them all

truly there is no hell like small fandom (and/or rarepair) hell

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Press One for Love, Two for Regret

Chapter 2

Summary: Proper confessions should never happen over the phone. Viktor knows that. So how did he get here?

Pairing: Viktor x Reader

Word Count: 3.6K

Warning: Mature (mentions of explicit content, explicit in later chapters)

Notes: This was originally supposed to be a real quick one-shot. And yet, here I stand, offering you a three-chapter fic that is probably going to be a little under 10K total. Like a stray cat proudly bringing you a dead squirrel. I'm bozo the fool and I can't stop writing about Viktor.

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 3)

In theory, you’re pretty sure being a hitman should be fun.

There should be something thrilling about following someone around, tracking their every move in the shadows, finding the perfect opening to shoot them right between the eyes. The hunter and the prey. Riveting stuff.

Except you're not a hitman. And you're not tracking down someone to shoot them.

You're a dumb, stupid idiot. And you're just trying to talk to your dumb, stupid best friend who is doing everything in his power to not talk to you.

And he's quite good at it too; it's like he's vanished from the space-time continuum itself. No one has seen him, no one has talked to him, no one has even heard of where he might be hiding. It's almost annoying how good Viktor is at everything he does.

You hadn't managed to sleep the rest of the night of what you now refer to as ‘The Call’. You watched the minutes pass one by one on your alarm clock, eyes wide open, mind bustling with too many questions to go to bed.

At six am sharp, you deemed you had waited long enough to stomp your way to Jayce's and Viktor's apartment. You weren't even sure of what you were going to say; you just had to talk to him. You couldn't let that conversation end the way it did.

You knocked firmly five times before Jayce cracked the door open with an audible groan, hair tussled, eyes barely open. It seemed he, too, hadn't spent a very restful night.

It took a few seconds for him to even register who was standing at the door; when he did, he visibly straightened his back in an attempt to look awake and composed.

Unfortunately for him, it did not work very well.

“H-hey,” he stammered, leaning against the doorway in false non-chalence. His voice was still heavy with sleep, and he audibly cleared his throat. “It's a little early, isn't it? The ol’ operating system usually only boots up when the sun is out,” he added jokingly, pointing a finger toward his forehead.

A valiant attempt at breaking the obvious tension, but you refused to budge. You glared at him, decidedly looking into his eyes.

“I need to talk to Viktor.”

Jayce made a strangled sound, which he tried to hide with a theatrical coughing fit.

“You… just missed him?” he managed to choke out with uncertainty. He was visibly trying to convince himself just as much as you. “He left to go prepare the lab. You know him, always doing extra research.”

He flashed you a smile, a practiced grin with perfect teeth that might have seemed genuine in other circumstances. But his bottom lip was quivering, and you could see Viktor's daily use cane leaning against the coat rack right behind him. Jayce was not exactly a master manipulator.

“Jayce, the university doesn't even open until seven thirty.”

He deflated at that, his large shoulders comically lowering. You could see he was thinking desperately for anything to say, but coming up empty-handed. Chances were he hadn't had his coffee yet, which knowing him, considerably lowered his ability to formulate coherent thoughts.

You were starting to feel bad; the poor guy was stuck being the literal last defence to his roommate, and he was genuinely giving it his best. Jayce might not have a career in acting, but he was a good friend.

That was more than you could say about yourself.

“Ok. I get it,” you sighed. “He needs space. I can respect that. Just… tell him to call me later, alright? Even just a text would be fine.”

Jayce seemed profoundly relieved you had agreed to back down, something you almost always refused to do under any circumstance. Yes, technically, you could stay put in front of that door and progressively chip away at Jayce's still barely conscious mind until Viktor decided to show himself.

But you felt guilty. Guilty for not realizing how he felt, guilty for treating him like your personal diary over the phone, guilty for not saying how you felt sooner. The conversation should be on Viktor's terms rather than your own.

“Yeah, I'll tell him,” Jayce gave you a small smile, comforting and honest. The next words came out less encouraging than he likely intended: “I'll try.”

But now, it's been a week since ‘The Call’, and Viktor has still shown no sign of wanting to talk. Your phone is frustratingly devoid of unread texts or missed calls no matter how often you check it. Your world feels like it's been spiralling out of control a little more every day, the uncertainty of everything left unsaid weighing you down like a ton of bricks. It's torture, and you can't help but feel like you kind of deserve it.

You should have known better than to call Viktor when you were drunk, and yet, you still did. Because there's nothing more natural to you than talking to him. It's become second nature, as natural as breathing or blinking.

Viktor is always so smart, and so composed, and so understanding, and so helpful- and he's probably the only person who likes hearing you go on rants for hours on end. How could you ever want to talk to anybody else after a breakup?

But when you're drunk, you lose the already feeble control you have over your verbal on-and-off switch. Everything spews out of you without a filter, as if you're vomiting all the thoughts that go through your mind one after the other. It's cathartic, for sure, but then you end up saying things that should never be said to the best friend you've secretly been in love with for years now.

Things like how your ex never took time to finger you properly, or how he had this stupid obsession with men not going down on women because he was an ungrateful asshole.

And then, those two little words.

“I would.”

There was no hesitation in his tone, no uncertainty. It was like he had the sentence on the tip of his tongue for the last two hours you had been whining to him. Like he had been waiting to say it for too long to contain it anymore.

The irony was that you had spent the last four years trying everything in your power to not let those stupid little words out too.

—

You met Viktor at your first university's faculty Christmas party.

You hated work parties.

You had only gotten the position of academic advisor a few months prior, and in that time you hadn't managed to form a single bond with any other employee in your entire department. It was always the same; you talked too much. You were too intense. You were tiresome.

You were you. And that was something a lot of people didn't like.

Needless to say, you didn't want to go to that stupid party. Everyone would split up into groups of friends and previous acquaintances, and any attempt at joining the conversation would result in discreet sighs and rolling eyes. Yet you still went, partly out of obligation, but also in the hopes something that night might be different for you.

But it hadn't been, and you were alone.

So you did what any well-adjusted adult did when they were faced with the indisputable fact they were the party outcast; you drank.

After one glass of cheap white wine, you felt more relaxed, less stiff. Just a nice amount of mellowed out.

After two glasses, you started to forget the self-preserving instinct of not approaching others. ‘Maybe you could try talking to someone, after all. It could be worth a shot.’

After three glasses, you forgot why you were so apprehensive in the first place. You were great! You rocked. You had so many things to say there was absolutely no way someone wouldn't love to hear all about it.

…but maybe you could get a fourth glass, first.

You headed back towards the drinks table, a little less steady and a whole more lot confident. So confident, you didn't realize you bumped right into someone's chest until a hand grabbed your arm to keep you upright.

“Ah, are you alright?” came a heavily accented voice above you. ‘Eastern European,’ you thought absentmindedly. ‘Ukranian, maybe Czech. I wonder if he knows they created the sugar cube…’

You took an unsteady step back, peaking up at the man blocking your way to the wine bottles.

‘Wow, he's handsome’, was your first, immediate thought.

“Wow, you're handsome,” were your first, immediate words.

The man spluttered in surprise. In all fairness, he probably hadn't been expecting for a stranger at a faculty party to be so direct. If you were still at glass number two, you might have realized it wasn't a very appropriate thing to say in this specific context.

But you were at glass number three and unabashedly staring at the man's face, the sharpness of his cheekbones, the curve of his nose.

That was the moment you realized he wasn't a stranger.

You knew him. Not his name, or who he was, but you felt absolutely certain you had seen him before. You scanned your jumbled brain for the memory of his face. So beautifully sculpted, like he was made of stone. You knew him, you had it on the tip of your tongue-

“Miss?” the man asked, seemingly unsure whether to be perplexed or worried at your silent glaring. “Would you like me to help you sit-”

“Tuna sandwich!” you yelled with a huge grin. A few other partygoers turned towards you in confusion, but you were much too overjoyed at the epiphany you were experiencing to realize.

The man blinked slowly. Then once again, like he was trying to process whether or not he had understood correctly. His head cocked slightly to the side in bewilderment.

“… I'm sorry, what did you say ?”

You poked his chest with an insistent finger, beaming: “You're tuna sandwich! The tuna sandwich guy!”

The man looked to the side warily, mouth opening and closing, visibly searching for some kind of help. When he found none, his golden eyes fell back to you, catching the glow of the ceiling lights. The spark of an aurora through the night sky.

“I'm… afraid I truly have no idea what you're talking about,” he explained gently, the warmth of his hand leaving your arm. You deflated a little at that, the notion of embarrassment creeping back in you.

But he hadn't left. He was still here.

He was listening to you.

“My office is next to the cafeteria,” you started, straightening your dress and trying to appear more professional. “I see you, every day, at eleven forty-five, before morning classes end. I always thought that was smart, because you get to skip the lunch rush and there's still a lot of choices for meals.”

The man seemed bemused by the comment, but didn't show signs of wanting to take off. That made you regain some of your drunken confidence.

“But you always take a tuna sandwich,” you continued. ”That's it. Every day. You never buy anything else. It's always the tuna sandwich at eleven forty-five.”

He let out a confused chuckle, the ghost of a teasing smile on his lips.

“I didn't realize I had an audience.”

His presence had been so hypnotic you barely even realized what you had been saying.

‘Oh God, that sounded creepy, didn't it?’

“Don't flatter yourself,” you quickly added, embarrassed, looking away to stare at a particularly interesting stain on the floor. “I look at what everyone's doing. It's my job to.”

He hummed mirthfully, his golden gaze fully amused now:

“And what job would that be? Voyeur?”

You almost choked on your own spit.

“Guidance councillor, smart guy,” you countered, feeling your cheeks heat up. How was a stranger rattling you this much? You were usually the one whose words left others confused. “I look at people, and I figure out what they want in life. I help them find careers. I’ll have you know that's an extremely important task, mister-”

You squinted at the sticky nametag on his chest, trying to decipher the very slanted handwriting. You vaguely remembered the blue stickers were reserved for teachers.

“…Professor…?” you struggled weakly, hoping he would fill in the illegible part.

He thankfully seemed to find your attempt more endearing than insulting.

“Just call me Viktor,” he answered with a sincere smile. His lips were slightly crooked, the left dimple just barely more present on his left side than his right. There was a tiny little beauty spot next to his cupid bow; the thought that it would be nice to lick it just to confirm it wasn't a speck of the chocolate cake flashed in your mind.

‘Focus, focus!’

“Tell me, Viktor,” you cleared your throat. You had to get it together. This was the longest conversation you had been able to maintain with a fellow faculty member without them looking like they wanted to run away. “Why tuna? There's so many other sandwiches to choose from. You could take the egg salad, or the turkey sub, or the spicy chicken…”

You were definitely being too insistent on the tuna thing. If he didn't think you were weird before, he would now.

And yet Viktor still didn't leave. He considered your question seriously, taking a few thoughtful seconds to answer:

“It's the only one with multigrain bread. Very low fat for a good source of omega-3 and protein. And I don't dislike it, so it makes the most sense as a daily meal,” he mused, almost like it was the first time he had ever thought about it, too.

Huh.

“That's a sad way of looking at things,” you commented before thinking.

Before you could mentally swear at your debilitating lack of restraint, Viktor countered the statement with seemingly genuine curiosity:

“How so?”

You had a chance to say something cute and short, and leave the topic at that. It would be a major win for you; your first enjoyable talk with a coworker. Maybe you would even exchange email addresses by the end of the night.

Or…

You could be yourself. Let the floodgate of constant thoughts and observations pour out for a minute. Show this random handsome man who you were, really.

Had you not been drunk and sound of mind, you would have gone for the former. But as it happened, you were quite drunk, and you chose the latter. You took a deep breath before speaking:

“Means you only value food as something that's needed, like taste and flavour isn’t important. You deny yourself basic pleasures out of fear you'll get used to them and grow complacent. You're probably the type of guy who slaves away in his office for hours, not even realizing he's hungry, because it's lost all relevance to him.”

The silence that followed felt eerie. The expression on Viktor's face was blank, mouth barely agape, brows slightly furrowed. You had fucked it up, again.

“Sorry,” you muttered, feeling incredibly foolish. “That was overstepping.”

“No, actually,“ Viktor responded almost eagerly, the sparkle in his eyes bright, “Keep going. What else can you tell?”

There was palpable interest in his tone, in the way his body leaned slightly closer to yours. He wanted to know. He wanted to listen to you.

“The tuna sandwich is twenty-five cents cheaper than all the other ones,” you continued slowly, afraid of breaking the spell that was keeping him attentive to your words. “Usually a sign of a lower class upbringing, shows that you're used to thinking with a controlled budget, even if you don't need to anymore. You likely value hard work and commitment.”

You paused once more to gauge his reaction, but he didn't say anything, clearly waiting for you to continue. So, you did.

“It's always eleven forty-five sharp. You're precise, mechanical. Probably in the department of medicine, or some form of applied science. Am I right?”

“Biomechanical engineering,” he specified with a baffled smile. “Incredible. All that from a sandwich?”

You shrugged, feeling giddy under the weight of the compliment. It was so utterly rare that anyone would actually enjoy your rambling.

“I notice things about people, and I tell them. Couldn’t quite cut it as a detective or a psychologist, so it makes me an ok guidance counsellor,” you smiled, adding an audible wince. “But the person you really gotta avoid at parties.”

He laughed at that, a pretty, earnest sound, slightly low and nasal. The kind of laugh that would make the heart of a weaker person skip a beat.

You blamed the fact that yours did in fact skip a beat entirely on the alcohol.

“I-I'm sure what you do is a lot more impressive, though,” you quickly stammered out. Why were you stuttering?

He shrugged, bony shoulders visible through his button-up shirt. A few beauty marks decorated his neck where the collar didn't reach; you wondered how many more the fabric was hiding.

“Eh, I wouldn't bet on that. Gait analysis, prosthetic limb design. Much less creative than one might think,” he commented with a certain indifferent boredom; yet there was a certain light in his eyes that spoke otherwise. Maybe he was also the type of person people didn’t listen to much. “But it does feel rewarding to do something for others who might not have my luck.”

He pointed down with his chin, and for the first time since you began talking to him, you realized he was holding a cane.

You, whose only redeeming quality was having good observational skills, hadn't noticed the man you had been talking to for the last ten minutes was holding a cane. A refined-looking one at that, with a deep burgundy tainted wood for the shaft, and a sleek handle the colour of tarnished gold. ‘Maybe if you stopped looking at his face for a goddamn second you would have noticed’ you scolded yourself.

“Ah,” you blurted out pathetically. “That's… that's really cool.” You were looking at his fingers. You were looking at his long, slim fingers holding his cane, calloused yet delicate, and you were imagining them in places they should definitely not be in.

You had absolutely no idea what you had just said to him.

Yet Viktor only seemed more amused, his smirk growing ever so slightly.

“Yes, I also like to think of it as ‘cool’, from time to time.”

A drink. What you needed was another drink. Then perhaps you would reach a level of enlightenment where you would remember how to not look like a complete fool in front of attractive professors, who probably did quantum physics as a hobby.

As if he had read your mind, Viktor shifted in the direction of the drinks table, giving you a knowing smile. Were you so easy to read, or was he simply so good at reading you?

“I’d offer to bring you a glass of wine, but I believe that may have been your original intention before reading my palm,” he joked.

‘It's nothing like fortune telling, it's just logical analysis !’ part of you wanted to retort.

‘Give me your palm and I'll show you what my real fucking intentions are,’ purred the other one.

If you didn't get out of here now, you would say something that would definitely end your career before it had even taken off.

“I think I'll probably head home for the night. I've already had a little too much to drink,” you smiled hesitantly. Understatement of the century.

You could have sworn you saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes. Then again, you had probably imagined it. If anything, he was likely relieved he had finally managed to escape the babbling lunatic. Someone like him, so brilliant and accomplished, had no reason to willingly listen to the ramblings of a glorified high school school councillor.

But…

“But… maybe you could give me your number?” you asked hesitantly, taking one final, vulnerable leap of faith. “Just for work, of course!”, you added hastily.

Viktor did not seem angry or disgusted at the proposal; in fact, his smile widened, revealing a slightly uneven row of teeth. Cute. Everything about him was attractive.

“I would like that,” Viktor said softly, amber eyes warm. “I did enjoy hearing you talk.”

Your heart made a heavy, dull thud. With a small wave, he was gone, disappearing somewhere into the crowd like he had been nothing more than a hallucination conjured up by the cheap wine.

Your first work friend.

A potential real friend. Someone who genuinely didn't seem to hate the sound of your voice.

It was much too precious to lose over some passing, drunken attraction. You absolutely had to crush these emotions now to prevent them from becoming anything serious. After all, it wasn't like you had a shadow of chance with someone like him.

Perhaps for the first time in your life, you decided to stay silent about something, no matter what would happen in the future.

He couldn't know.

You would never let him know.

[love-anddeepression]

Movie Posters- Miguel O’Hara x teen!spider!reader

The awaited Father’s Day fic :D love all of you, and I hope you like this<3333

“Lyla?”

“Yeah?”

“What the hell is this?”

“It’s a cake, dumbass.”

“Yeah I know, dipshit. Why is it on my desk?”

“How should I know?” The AI shrugs, “maybe check the icing? Dumbass.”

The perpetually tired old spider rolls his eyes and opens the box to reveal a red and blue cake with his logo iced onto it. There’s a chocolate piece with writing on it.

“Get an empanada at exactly 11:26 am today for your next hint.” Miguel reads out, “I mean- sure I guess?”

From somewhere above, another spider in a purple suit smiles and disappears.

——

At exactly 11:26 am, Miguel is at taking the empanada from the spider behind the counter who also hands him a small box.Nodding in thanks, he looks at the post it on the plate.

“Good job, open the box after eating the food.”

He doesn’t waste time in scarfing the food down before opening the box.

A battery. And another note.

“Good job, at exactly 1:30 pm, go to Jessica’s quarters.”

“What?” He says out loud, attracting the attention of some of the other spiders, “nothing to see here.” He snarls and they all go back to eating in silence.

He internally groans, because he knows you’re behind this.

—

At one thirty, he glares as Jess smirks and hands him a paper bag filled with confetti.

Amongst the confetti, he finds another box.

Another battery, another note.

‘Almost done, now at five, go to the main hall of spider society to find the last part of your gift.’

“I’m going to kill that kid.” He swears as he carefully folds the paper and holds it as if it made of glass

“You’d kill yourself before letting anything harm her.” Jessica replies.

He doesn’t answer, only clenching his jaw in response to his colleague’s words.

Because nothing has ever been truer.

———

At five sharp, he opens the doors to the main hall to find a single spotlight shining onto a table with the last box on it.

He rips the ribbon wrapped around it and opens it to find a remote with a single bright red button and another note.

‘Two batteries and one remote. You know what to do, wiseguy.

Also, happy Father’s Day ;)’

He has never assembled something faster, as he quickly puts the batteries in the remote. And hesitantly presses the button.

The spotlight switches off and the momentary darkness in the hall is then replaced by a single hologram of a butterfly flying around him.

It rests on his nose and flies around him, as if wanting him to follow it. In front of him, a portal opens and the butterfly flies through it, expecting him to follow.

On the other side is what is supposed to be a media room. Complete with wooden panelling and a projector and speakers. He sees posters of what used to be his favourite movies and songs. Photos of his favourite soccer players. His hand moves to over his mouth at the photo of him and Gabriella.

“Don’t be mad.” Your voice reaches his ears and he whirls to see you look at him nervously, “i wanted to make this special.”

He clenched his jaw and scoffs, looking around the room once more, he eyes the empanadas and the movie, his favourite, ready to be watched.

He then looks you in the eye, and for the first time in entire time you’ve known him, you feel nervous.

He stalks towards you and after a few seconds of painful silence, he wraps his arms around you and hugs you.

“Oh honey, why would I be mad?” He whisper into your hair.

You let out a sigh of relief, “i know how much she meant to you, she needed to be here today. I..know I’m not your real daughter or anything, but you’re my dad.” You hug him tighter, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, and he gingerly picks you up.

“You’re my kid. Understand?” His voice is shaky.

You nod and he puts you down, a small smile on his face.

You giggle, “wanna watch the movie?”

His smile turns into a smirk, “come on what are we waiting for?”

Your smile disappears, “wait, shit! I forgot my glasses!”

“I thought spiders had 10/10 vision?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Sorry that your spider is a blind bat.” You snark.

“You’re hilarious.” He munches on the popcorn you’d made for him.

“Yeah I know.” You grin and open a portal to get your glasses.

A few minutes nts later, you emerge, a frown on your face. You go to stand in front of him and he looks up at you, “What?”

“They were on my head the whole time.”

“Oh were they?” He hums, “must’ve missed em. I have horrible eyesight.”

“Asshole.” You roll your eyes and adjust your glasses as you plop down next to him and start the movie.

He throws popcorn into your open mouth, “don’t talk to your father that way.”

“Shut up.”

[shawtuzi]

i’m still deciding whether i want to write for ellie or abby in my next tlou fic but until then pls enjoy these construction worker!eren hc’s bc i am sooo thirsty for him

cw include: black fem!reader, lots of fluff, lots of smut, eren being the cutest thing ever

sfw

construction worker!eren whose only dream in this life is to have a pretty wife with a litter of kids and a big ass house to go with it. he’s already slipped a gorgeous fat rock on your finger and talks of getting pregnant with your first child were slowly but surely happening which meant he was getting closer and closer to what he truly wanted most.

construction worker!eren who is a total mommas boy!! his mom is so very dear to him and to know she adores you just as much as him makes him so so happy.

construction worker!eren who looks so cute in his everyday work outfit. whenever he’s got his hard hat on around you you can’t help but knock on it a few times but it’s okay he thinks it’s super cute.

construction worker!eren who starts his day a six-thirty every morning and is always home by five o’clock on the dot. his morning routine consists of giving your forehead and lips a sweet good morning kiss as soon as his eyes open, a quick fifteen minute shower with music softly playing in the back (usually the trapsoul album by bryson tiller), making a big ass pot of coffee bc lord knows he’ll need it with the airheads he works with, quadruple checking to make sure there’s food in the fridge and pantry for you, another sweet kiss to your lips before he heads out, and then spending five minutes trying to pry you off of him while you beg him to take the day off. “m’sorry sugarplum i cant take off today, gotta save up for that big house we want you know how it is,” he’d always say before shushing your whines with a kiss full of tongue n passion.

construction worker!eren who is so tired and sore when he gets off work but is never too sore to accept one of your bone crushing hugs as soon as he walks through the door to your shared apartment. he’s always extra careful to make sure his hands that are usually covered in residue don’t touch your clothes even though you could literally care less.

construction worker!eren who facetimes you everyday around the same time to enjoy your company while he’s on his lunch break. usually the conversations consists of you telling him to make sure he’s applying a lot of sunscreen (bc this heat was nothing to play about), your plans for what you were making for dinner, and if anyone happened to piss him off that day you’ll surely hear about it.

“how’s your lunch?” you asked giving eren a loving smile as you watched him practically devour the leftover lasagna from last nights dinner. he wiped his mouth with a napkin before speaking, a content smile on his lips. “food is perfect honey tastes just as good as it did last night,” you smiled at his words but it faltered just the slightest bit when you saw how reddish pink his cheeks were. “baby have you put on any sunscreen yet? weather app says it’s supposed to be almost a hundred out today,” you pouted wishing so desperately that he was there so you could give his little sunburns kisses. eren observed his face in the tiny box on the corner of his phone, letting out a small hum. “don’t worry about me sugar i’ll put some on before we get off the phone,” he gave you a comforting smile which you returned. you folded your freshly manicured hands together before speaking, “so…for dinner i was thinking steak kabobs?” “now we’re fuckin’ talking”

construction worker!eren whose nicknames for you are sugar, sugarplum, honey, angel, and my honeysuckle (which is a type of flower heje)

construction worker!eren whose stomach is almost as big as his heart lol this man loves him a good home cooked meal!!! he doesn’t know what he did to deserve a wife who feeds him as good as you do but you best believe he thanks his lucky stars everyday for it. and yes he’s fs the kind of man to completely devour his food in record time meanwhile you’ve barely made a dent in yours, this usually leads to you splitting the rest of yours with him bc this man always has room to eat more food.

you had decided to make steaks for dinner and like usual eren had devoured his plate in less than ten minutes. “was it good my love?” you giggled taking a bite of the roasted potatoes you made as side. bc he had a full mouth all eren was able to get out was a satisfied sounding ‘mhm!’ eren had washed his dishes and put them away before making his way back to the table to keep you company while you continued to eat your food, love and adoration swarming in those jade irises of his. without a word you swiftly got out of your chair and got comfy on his lap. eren didn’t say a word but by the way he was looking at your plate you could tell he was dying for another bite. you cut off a piece of steak and held the fork up to his lips with a smile, “go ahead take a bite i know you wanna.” without a second thought eren took a bite and for the rest of dinner you took turns feeding him and yourself.

construction worker!eren who becomes even more attentive and loving than he already is once you’re finally pregnant!!! you have morning sickness?? he’s right behind you rubbing your back and even offers to brush your teeth for you after you’ve finished. you need your feet rubbed?? prop them up and he’ll get straight to work. he even takes more days off work than usual bc he misses your touch just as much as you miss his. ever since he found out there was a little him growing in you he frequently started talking to your belly.

construction worker!eren is a girl dad no ifs, ands, or buts!!!!! crazy story but he had the strongest feeling you were having a girl and low and behold on the day of your gender reveal you found out you were having a girl!! yes he cried like a baby himself and yes connie has it on video.

construction worker!eren who treats your daughter like she’s the finest china when she’s finally born :( the first time he did skin to skin contact with her he swore his heart was gonna explode with how much love his had for the tiny human in his arms. and once she was sound asleep in her lil bed he was quick to leave the hospital to buy you whatever foods you were craving—you deserved the best princess treatment for bringing his lil princess into the world.

construction worker!eren who keeps a polaroid pic of you, him, and your newborn daughter in his worn out wallet, showing it to everyone at his job…and a couple strangers….he rlly can’t help it you two are his pride and joy <333

“hey reiner did i ever show you this picture?” eren beamed holding up the polaroid in reiner’s face for the third time that day. reiner chuckled a bit before nodding, “yes eren you showed me, she’s a cute one you and y/n are lucky,” he smiled and eren nodded in agreement, still staring down at the picture. “yeah…m’the luckiest guy in the world aren’t i?”

nsfw

construction worker!eren who is six foot six and pure muscle. it’s a wonder how he eats so good and manages to look even better but hey! you weren’t complaining. he certainly was lacking down there either baby he’s the full package. his dicks eight and a half inches with two prominent veins on the underside that rubbed against your sensitive walls in the most delicious way possible.

construction worker!eren who has a raging breeding kink but is that really a surprise? whenever you two fuck and he’s able to rlly take his time with you i kid you not he has to cum inside you at least three times or he will not be satisfied. sometimes whenever he pulls out he’ll push down on your lower belly and watch his cum spill out with dark, predatory eyes. majority of the time he’ll use that as an excuse to fill you up for the umpteenth time bc he just cannot let any of his precious cum go to waste.

“so pretty,” eren had a lazy smile on his face as he watched three orgasms worth of cum ooze out of your puffy, spent pussy. just when you thought he had his fill and was ready for a much needed good nights rest you felt his one softening dick begin to harden up against your still trembling thighs. “eren…” you whimpered, but he just shushed you with a kiss mumbling a quick ‘jus one more’ before slipping back inside you with ease. he was extremely low on energy so he wasn’t quite able to fuck into you like a madman like he was before so he just settled for grinding into you. “o-oh honey! f-fuck!” you squealed wrapping your legs around his waist. between his swollen tip continuously bumping into your stomach, and the coarse hairs on his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive clit you were slowly but surely going dumb. “yeah jus’ like that, f-fuck yeah let daddy fuck a baby into you baby c’mon make me cum.”

construction worker!eren who is nawt a fan of quickies at all!! he’s a man that likes to savor the moment when it comes to sex and if he’s able to admire the faces and sounds you make then what’s the point?? when he’s got you all to himself expect to be occupied for the next couple of hours bc like i stated before he’s not satisfied until he’s cum in you at least three times and made you cum twice as much!!

construction worker!eren who is a certified MUNCH!!!! this man loves having his mouth on your pussy and yes if ur wondering he definitely eats it through your panties. he’s so sloppy and loud with it you’d almost be embarrassed if he didn’t completely turn you dumb whenever he tongue fucked your weeping pussy :(

“mm renny,” your brows scrunched together in pleasure as eren sloppily ran his tongue up and down your soaked folds. his hair was still damp from his shower and was slowly soaking the couch from the droplets falling from his locs but neither of you seemed to care. “couldn’t stop thinking about you today…i mean i already think of you all day but i kept thinking about you in that way and fuck it was so hard to focus. reiner almost ripped my head off from how distracted i was,” as he was talking he was pressing sloppy, wet kisses all over your cunt and the inside of your thighs. he inserted two fingers easily into your dripping center and couldn’t help the groan that rumbled in his chest when he saw how tight you were squeezing his fingers. “you got the prettiest pussy honey, you know that right?” he gave you a small smile before spitting directly on your clit making you jolt. you whined in embarrassment ofc and covered your face with a near throw pillow, whimpering out a pathetic ‘stop ren s’embarrasing.’ eren just hummed and attached his mouth back to your pussy, wrapping his slightly swollen lips around your throbbing clit, “m’never gonna fuckin stop my pretty little honeysuckle never ever.”

construction worker!eren who is a biggg fan of the 69 position. sometimes you suck him so good he tends to lose focus but you don’t mind in the slightest. your big strong man never stops working whether he’s on or off the clock so if he gets a little consumed in his own pleasure who are you to snap him out of it?? if you’re putting some serious work in he’ll moan n groan so loud into your pussy you could cum alone just from that!!

construction worker!eren who had the prettiest moans *sighs dreamily* he’s never shy to let you know you’re making him feel good and it’s so fucking hot hearing his breathy whines and moans especially when he accidentally overstimulates himself which he happens to do a lot heh. you’ve definitely had a couple complaints from neighbors bc of the noise but he don’t even give a fuck!! he knows it turns you on more than anything to hear him be so vocal so why on earth would he ever stop??

construction worker!eren who was soo nervous when you suggested having sex while you were pregnant. it was no problem for him at first but once you started showing that’s when the panic started to settle in—he was so afraid he’d accidentally hurt you or the baby that he kinda went on an sex hiatus much to your dismay, but after some convincing be finally gave in.

you were on your side and he was spooning you from behind, giving your shoulder or neck a kiss of encouragement every once in a while. “jus’ let me know if it hurts at all or you’re uncomfortable okay? cant believe you talked me into this…” eren mumbled into your shoulder. you replied with a soft ‘mhm’ your patience wearing thinner by the second. it had been a good couple of weeks since you and eren last had sex and you were almost sure you were beginning to lose your mind. you’d finally had enough when he came home from his morning jog looking like an absolute dream with his chest heaving and brown baby hairs sticking to his forehead. that’s how he ended up here: one hand securely holding onto your small bump while his other was slowly pushing his dick inside your awaiting entrance. “oh wow…” your eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss, toes curling once he bottomed out. “f-fuck that feel okay hun?” it felt more than okay. you brought your hand to your clit and began rubbing quick circles to dull out the stinging stretch. eren peeped this and replaced yours with his own, the rough pads of his fingers on your clit had your lips trembling. “y-you need to stop this—hah! sex strike and fuck me more please i—i miss this,” eren heard your plea and nodded feverishly. god was he a fool for ever depriving yourselves of each other, he will never be doing this again.

[winniemoe]

broken promises, matt sturniolo

synopsis. Matt promised a week ago to give you a special day for your one year anniversary, only to leave you in the dust with nothing but a broken promise…

characters. Matt x Y/n

winnie speaks. hey this is my first fic, i hope you like it! also special thanks to @kaisturni and @willowrites for pr and helping out💋

requested. nope

disclaimer. angst to fluff

word count. 1.9k

8:35 am

The faint sound of birds chirping outside your window had awoken you from your sleep. You slowly started to stretch your body getting ready to exit the bed. You roll over to the spot that was once occupied by your boyfriend only to find it bare and cold.

You told yourself not to panic as he might’ve been in the bathroom or downstairs cooking since it was your one year anniversary and he told you a few days ago that he had something special planned for the both of you.

You snatched the comforter off your body and made your way to your bathroom only to find it empty too. You brushed it off and began doing your morning routine.

You finished and made your way downstairs, only it didn’t smell like anything was being made and it sounded so silent. You peeked your head around the corner to look inside the kitchen, only to find it bare.

You slowly walked into the kitchen and your boyfriend was no where to be found. Your heart rate began to pick up a little as you wondered where your boyfriend could be and where he would be off to so early, since it was your anniversary you thought he would want to spend it together. You went back upstairs to check your phone for any messages or calls, only there were none. Your heart dropped at the suddenness, you quickly went to your boyfriend’s contact to call him.

It rung five times and went straight to voicemail mail, a confused but worried expression came across your face, you tried calling him again, and again and again. You eventually left him thirty messages to which he didn’t respond and now you were really worried.

You called his two brothers, Nick and Chris to see if they knew where he was, and unfortunately they had no clue. You started to panic but you remembered your steps for breathing. You calmed down and decided you were just going to wait for him to come home, maybe he went out with a friend…no he wouldn’t just ignore you, it was your anniversary after all. Maybe it was work…no his brothers said they were free today.

6:14 pm

So much time had passed by without Matt coming home, or even picking up the phone to call you back or reply to your messages. You were starting to get worried but you still had hope.

8:55 pm

You were in your living room lost in your thoughts, the TV on a random show you picked just for background noise. Matt still hasn’t come home or even respond to you. You had given up on whatever hope you had left. That was until you heard a noise outside that sounded a lot like a car door slamming shut. You quickly got up to look in the blinds and saw Matt’s car sitting in the driveway.

You made a beeline for the door seeing as he was about to open it, you swung the door open so fast and leaped into his arms, for only about a split second until he nearly threw you off of him. A confused expression came across your face leaving you wondering why your boyfriend would do something like that, what had you done to upset him.

You brushed it off thinking maybe he just had a long day, even though you were supposed to be together. You decided to push the issue and ask him where he’s been.

“Matt, where have you been? You didn’t answer any of my texts or calls…” You said walking closer to him. All he did was throw his stuff down on the kitchen counter and pinch the bridge of his nose. “Why the hell does it matter, y/n?” He said brushing past you to go into the kitchen for a drink. You could tell that his entire demeanor was different.

“Because Matt, you promised me that we were going to spend time together today and then you just left me here all alone…do you even know what today is?” You said crossing your arms.

All he did was sigh and roll his eyes, “No I don’t, what is it?” He said with one had on his hip and the other keeping his balance on the counter. Your heart sunk at his statement. “But you promised me just last week that we were gonna do something special, what changed?” The brim of your eyelids began to fill up with tears and your voice got a little softer than it was before and you could hear the hurt.

“Y/n, I promise you shit all the time, it doesn’t mean I’m gonna do it. And stop with the fucking tears, that shit gets annoying.” Did he really just say that? Are you really annoying and if you are then why hasn’t he said anything, why has he stayed around this long? You sucked up your tears and decided to stay strong. “Well if I’m so fucking annoying, get the fuck out of my house.” You said turning away from him.

He tried grabbing your arm but you were too fast. “Baby listen, you know I didn’t mean it…” he said following you. You turned around to face him. “No you listen, you don’t get to say those things about me and the expect to just fucking turn it all around with a few gifts like you have these pasts three months. I’ve been nothing but good to you and this is how you fucking repay me. I’m so fucking done putting up with your bullshit Matt. So as of right now, you can get the fuck out of my house.” And with that you turned away from him and ran up the stairs to your room and slammed the door, leaving Matt there dumbfounded.

10:45 pm

You practically jumped into your bed, and wrapped yourself in the blanket for comfort. You lay there crying your eyes out as you couldn’t believe what had just happened. You had eventually cried yourself to sleep in hopes to wake up and everything would be okay.

A few hours had past before you heard the door knob turn, and you tried to hide yourself into the blanket more as if that was was even possible. A few seconds passed before you felt a heavy weight on the edge of the bed. “Y/n, Baby please just hear me out…” He said gently rubbing your body through the comforter. You sighed and rolled you eyes before throwing the blanket off your face and readjusting yourself so you could sit up.

“What do you want Matt? I thought I told you to get out.” You said looking down at your hands as you played with your fingers. “I really did want to do something special with you today but I just needed some space you know…?” He said looking at you with that same sorry ass look on his face that you fell for every time.

“Space? You needed space?! Matt that’s all you’ve been getting is fucking space, all the times you left me here to go do god knows what, and you talk about needing space?!” You said raising your voice, all the sadness leaving your body.

Matt started to get frustrated once again. “Yes I fucking need space to get away from your clingy ass, your always up under like a fucking helicopter mom.” Here comes the water works, again. Before you knew it you had slapped your boyfriend in the face.

He was holding his cheek to protect it from the burning sensation, and you had your hands covering your mouth in shock. You didn’t mean to hit, but you felt like he deserved it. You feel a warm liquid running down your face, you tried to get her yourself as you quickly wiped away the tears.

“Matt get the fuck out of my house now, i’m only going to say it once.” You said pointing to the door with your eyes closed. “But ba-“ Matt tried to plead his case. “MATT JUST FUCKING LEAVE!” You screamed out of frustration and loss of patience. Matt didn’t listen because he never does, instead he wrapped his arms around your waist and help in like it was the last time he ever would.

"Y/N, I messed up. Big time. And I’m so fucking sorry" Little sniffles could be heard, and his breath started to pick up. "I know I’ve been distant, not just today, but for the past few months. And tonight… God, tonight was supposed to be different, and I still screwed it up. You had every right to be upset, but instead of owning that, I snapped at you, and that’s not okay."

He scoots closer, his voice lowering even more. "You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve any of it — me being late tonight, making you feel like you don’t matter, brushing you off for weeks. I’ve been putting everything else before you, and that’s not fair. Not to you. Not to us."

He sighs, guilt heavy in his expression. "Look, I don’t have any excuses. I’ve been selfish, caught up in my own stuff, and I hurt you. On our anniversary of all days. I realize that if I keep doing this, I’m going to lose you, and that thought scares the hell out of me. You mean so much to me, Y/N. More than I’ve been showing. And I know that if I want us to work, I have to do better."

His voice catches slightly. "I’m sorry. For all of it — ignoring you, making you feel second, and for not being the person you deserve. I don’t want to keep messing up. Can we talk about this? I want to make things right." You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, was this a genuine apology from Matt? You wouldn’t know because you’ve never gotten one before.

You reached your hand down and placed it into Matt’s head, gently rubbing it. You could hear and feel the way he calmed down at the feeling of your touch, he always did love whe. you used to play in his hair. You took a long deep breath in, and a long one out. Matt came up from his position and looked at straight at you. You could see his puffy, red eyes and nose.

“Matt. If I forgive you, you have to promise me that you won’t put me through this heartache and pain ever again, i’ve been too good to you, and I live you too much for you to be treating me like this…otherwise we’re done for good.” You said looking him straight in the eye.

“Yes I promise that I won’t do wrong by you ever again. Now how about that date?” A smile spread across his face as he reached for your hand and slid off the bed. “Matt it’s gonna take more than an apology to get me out of this house.” You said not budging off the bed. Matt smirked and leaned down, bringing his hands up to your cheeks to cup them. He kissed you soft and passionately until it turned into something a little more heated.

You both released from the other with your foreheads resting on the others. “How about that, will that get you out of the house?” He said with a bright smile. “Fine, I guess we can go.” You stayed with a playful eye roll. And with that you guys got dressed, went out, and had the night of your lives. But one thing you weren’t looking forward too, was him leaving you with yet another broken promise…

[padfootagain]

Something Good (XXVIII)

Chapter 28 : Curtains Close

Alright, this is our last chapter! Thank you all for reading, I’m quite sad to finish this fic… Hard to say goodbye to those two…

I hope you like this last chapter!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff angst, Slow burn, professor AU.!

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already is. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

Word Count: 2124

Masterlist for the series – Ben Barnes’ Masterlist – Main Masterlist

“Alright, alright, Giselle… look at me…”

“I can’t do it… I can’t sing…”

“Of course, you can sing. You’ve done it dozens of times this year, you can do it.”

“But what if…”

“No “what if”! You’re gonna get out there, and you’re gonna blow their minds away! Come on! Kick all of their asses out there, girl!”

You offered the girl your palm for a high-five, and even though she was still nervous, she still giggled and gave you a high-five.

“Come on, let’s go!”

You heaved a discreet sigh…

… crisis 57 averted.

“Y/N!”

And there came crisis 58…

“The guy playing the piano in the orchestra is sick!” Nathaniel told you, running towards you with panic all over his features. “What do we do?! We can’t perform without a piano!”

You were backstage with the whole group of your students, as well as the university orchestra that were playing the music for the show. Or well, were supposed to…

Your mind was racing a thousand miles a minute as you stared with a blank expression into Nathaniel’s eyes.

“Ben will play,” you answered him. “He plays piano very well, and he knows all the songs.”

“But then who’s helping with the costumes?”

“I am.”

“You’re already helping with the props!”

“I’m a woman, multitasking is my specialty.”

“But…”

“Go get ready for your first scene, we’ll be just fine.”

Nathaniel nodded, fully trusting you.

Oh… what a mistake he was making…

You frantically looked around, looking for help.

“Ben!”

The man you loved turned around, hair a little messy and his glasses slightly lopsided on his nose. He too seemed on the verge of a mental breakdown, and yet he seemed calmer than you were. Although, you reckoned it wasn’t that difficult of a task…

“You’re alright?” he asked, seeing the worry obvious on your face.

“The pianist is sick. You need to play.”

“Me?” he asked, his eyes growing a little round.

“Do you have a better idea? You know of a pianist who would come and play a show that starts in less than thirty minutes?”

“No…”

“Then… you have to do it.”

“Okay…”

He nodded, taking a couple of deep breaths.

“I can do it.”

“Of course, you can! You’re amazing!”

He chuckled at that, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink, but he quickly grew serious again.

“Someone has to take care of the costumes.”

“I’ll have to do it…”

“You can’t, you’re already helping for…”

“… the props, I know… but there’s nobody else. We’re literally the only adults here!”

“Technically, the students are adults too.”

Right at that moment, you heard something falling down and breaking, it was coming from one of the dressing rooms.

“Okay, we’re the only real adults,” Ben confirmed. “We need an extra pair of hands though, you can’t be taking care of everything that is going on backstage at once.”

But you shrugged, silently telling him that there was no one else in this theatre who could help…

The realisation struck both of you at the same time.

“MILES!”

“I’ll go find him in the audience! You make sure nobody died in there,” Ben told you, nodding towards the dressing rooms, and you let him go find his friend.

Ben spent a couple of minutes looking around, desperately looking for the old man… he was ready to give up and ring him when he heard the loud voice he knew so well ring through the theatre.

“Ben! What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to gather the troops before the show?”

“Miles! Wonderful! I was looking for you! Hi George! Thanks for coming!”

“Ha, it’s a pleasure to see the work of our favourite lovebirds,” George laughed, shaking Ben’s hand, who merely blushed in response.

“Miles, I need your help. You have to help us with the costumes…”

“Ha, no! I’m here to watch the show, not participate…”

“Someone in the orchestra is sick, which means that I’ve been promoted to pianist, and Y/N can’t handle everything backstage on her own. We need two people to organize everything. She’ll tell you what to do, but we need an extra pair of hands. Please, Miles…”

The old man heaved a sigh, straightened his Hawaiian shirt, but nodded anyway.

“I see. I’ll help then.”

“Thank you!”

Ben gave him a hug, sighing with relief, making his old friend chuckle.

“You’ll owe me a good bottle of whiskey.”

“At this point, anything you want.”

“A double-date between George and I and you and Y/N?”

Ben blushed fiercely at his friend’s teasing, but nodded anyway.

“Yeah… yeah… whatever…”

“Wonderful!”

Miles followed Ben backstage, and you couldn’t stop yourself from hugging the retired man, who merely chuckled as he hugged you too.

“Alright, tell me what to do, boss,” he told you with a mischievous wink, and you let out a relieved chuckle.

“Thanks for helping…”

“Ben told me. It’s my pleasure.”

“Alright, I’ve just avoided another catastrophe as David broke a lamp, and almost destroyed his costume, but it’s fine…” you babbled away. “Erm… would you mind checking the lights, we’re supposed to open with red lights, but they weren’t set yet fifteen minutes ago…”

“I’ll go take a look,” Miles nodded.

He disappeared down the corridor, leaving you and Ben alone. You could hear the buzzing of the theatre being filled with spectators. Your heart was pounding, your head was spinning.

Your phone buzzed to reveal the name of your ex-husband, and for a minute you thought about the million things that could have gone wrong with Sally… and you didn’t need that now.

But instead of announcing a sickness, tears or a trip to the hospital… you found a nice message from Liam.

Good luck for tonight. I know that we haven’t always been on the same page you and I, but I will always be here for you if you need me.

I know that sometimes I act like a selfish prick. But I’m proud of you.

Good luck to you and Ben.

It was followed by a picture of Sally wearing her cutest toothy grin and Liam, both of them holding up a piece of paper covered with pink glitter, saying in a messy handwriting Good luck mommy.

You brushed a tear away.

“Babe? You’re okay? What’s wrong, darling?”

You looked up at Ben’s worried expression, and merely showed him your phone. His expression softened, and he smiled at the cute picture.

“Wow… coming from Liam that’s…”

“Surprisingly mature?”

“I would have said nice, but… yeah,” Ben nodded.

“Who knows… perhaps he’s really trying to be better this time around.”

“I hope so.”

You exchanged a tender smile, but then Ben looked around at the empty space filling the corridor. There was no one around, only the distant sound of the spectators waiting for the show to being and the shushed sounds of the students getting ready.

“Well, now that I am performing… do I get a good luck kiss?” Ben asked, wiggling his eyebrows and making you laugh.

He still took a step closer, and the smirk he shot you was definitely dangerous, almost lethal…

“Hmmm… Ben, we’re working…” you protested, looking away.

But he took another step closer, and you didn’t walk away.

“You say that like you don’t kiss me every day in either my or your office.”

“Shh!”

“Love, we’re both consenting adults. Relax. We’re not breaking any rules. Besides, it’s almost 8:30pm… we’re way past office hours.”

You laughed at that silly argument, but when Ben wrapped his arm around your back, when he cradled your cheek in his large palm, you didn’t move away. On the contrary, you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into his touch.

“Good luck for tonight,” he whispered, his mouth inches away from yours.

“Good luck.”

Before he could say anything, you were leaning up to press your lips to his. And like every time you kissed him, everything else in the world vanished…

… until you were interrupted by loud cheers.

You both pulled away in a hurry, but broke into laughter as you turned to the students you had grown very much fond of along the year.

“Wow! Love birds!” Nathaniel cried, clapping.

Ben rolled his eyes.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough…”

Laughs lingered for a minute, but then everyone was gathered in the empty space behind the stage. The light was low, it was almost time, only five minutes left.

You took Ben’s hand in yours, and he smiled.

“Well, good luck everyone for tonight,” Ben spoke, his voice firm and yet made a little hoarse with emotions. “I think I can say that I speak for both Y/N and I when I say that… it’s been a real pleasure to work with all of you this year. In fact, it’s been an honour. I’m very proud of the work we’ve done, and I’m very much proud of all of you.”

You saw a couple of students brushing tears away, and you struggled to hide how emotional you were yourself.

“Tonight’s the big night. Let’s show everyone how hard we’ve been working. But most importantly… have fun! Enjoy tonight, you deserve it. And I’m expecting an awful lot of cheers by the end of the show. So… come on!”

You both placed your hand before you, and soon everyone was gathering in a circle, hands upon hands.

You cheered.

And then it was time for the show to begin.

The show was a brilliant success.

Everything went smoothly, but then again, you had rehearsed relentlessly the previous weeks. It was paying off now, as you were bowing before the cheering crowd before you, holding Ben’s hand in yours.

As you walked backstage again, your body buzzing with adrenaline, there was a mix of sadness and excitement pulling at your heart. On one hand the excitement of the performance and the applause, on the other hand the sadness of knowing that it was over.

There was a pregnant pause, the sound of conversations and people gathering their stuff loud now that people were about to leave. There was some food and drinks at the ready, but you were unwilling to go take care of that part of the evening now. Instead, you all remained standing, your students still in their costumes, looking at each other in silence.

And then Giselle was hugging David, and Nathaniel turned to you, and everybody was hugging, an emotional mess as you struggled not to cry.

“Congratulations, everyone!” you said, your throat tight. “You did so good tonight! We all did so good!”

“It was by far the best performance we’ve ever done,” Ben nodded.

“But now, the important question arises,” Nathaniel said, turning to both you and Ben. “What musical do we do next year?”

You both let out a laugh, surprised by his reaction, and believing in a joke, but your students were already lost in conversation.

“Hamilton!”

“No, we could do West Side Story!”

“Or Les Mis!”

“You’re short enough to play Gavroche, for sure!”

A wave of laughter.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough, kids! Go get changed, we have some celebration to do!”

You were soon alone again, just you and Ben. You exchanged a smile, tender and emotional, and you were about to rush into his arms when you heard the familiar voice of Jasmine, along with Mary, your head of department.

“Congratulations!” Jasmine ran into your arms, making you laugh. “God! That was AMAZING!”

“Thanks!”

“It was…  pretty good,” Mary congratulated you both, which, coming from her, was the best you would ever have.

“So… we can keep the club open for next year?” Ben asked, and he sounded relaxed, almost playful, but you weren’t fooled. You noticed the way the muscle of his jaw jumped.

Mary merely laughed.

“Yeah, I reckon we can keep it running for another year! And who knows… perhaps we can find a new colleague to assist you next year, Ben.”

You both frowned at that.

“What? Why?”

“Well… you weren’t happy about it in September, I assumed…”

But Ben shook his head, laughing, and slowly took your hand in his.

“Let’s say that we have reached an agreement,” he grinned, and there was something cocky in his gesture, a proud glitter in his dark eyes.

It was Mary’s turn to laugh.

“I see. Well… congratulations for that too, I guess! Can’t wait to see what you will plan for next year!”

You turned to Ben, staring into his dark brown eyes, the tenderness held in his gaze almost too much. You gave his hand a squeeze.

Yes, indeed… the future offered many suns and surprises…

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find something amazing for… many years to come…”

[moralesluvr]

CABIN FEVER | SR

♡ pairings & aus : fem!reader x spencer reid

♡ summary: after jj plans a cabin trip for a group getaway, you unexpectedly have to share a cabin with spencer reid (who you aren't exactly very fond of), leading to a night of surprises and confessions.

♡ warnings: fluff, stupid spencer being mean, pining, two characters being hopelessly in love yet oblivious

♡ a/n: well HELLO!!!! its been like what....five months since i've written? crazy, i know! anyways i wanted to start writing for my darlings in the bau so here's a new fic! i hope you enjoy <;3

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You'd like to say that you were a nice person. You got along with everyone, and you were always cordial to those that you weren't exactly close with, or even friends with, for that matter. However, this rule applies to everyone except one person- that person being Spencer Reid. 

You didn't exactly hate him- no, never, but the two of you were always butting heads. He was witty and often had to make a smart  or stupid comment about everything, even when the circumstances were far from humorous, and you knew he did it just to annoy you. The both of you had worked in the BAU together for years, and he was tolerable as long as the both of you were in the field, totally focused in on the task at hand. But any other time? Gosh, he could really be annoying.

JJ was one of your best friends from the BAU, and she had recently planned a camping trip for everyone to go on- just to get away for a little bit. And of course, despite you knowing that Spencer was definitely going to be there, you accepted the invite and began packing your bags.

It was Sunday, and you'd be staying for four days, so you packed one extra of everything, just to be careful. You grabbed your keys and other necessities and got into your car, typing the address into your GPS and cutting the radio on.

You're happily jamming out to your shuffled playlist when JJ's contact name flashes against your radio screen, and you click answer as you smile, "Hey, JJ! What's up?"

"Don't kill me," she starts, and that immediately starts to worry you. You sigh as she finishes her sentence, and you can hear the sincerity in her voice, "So...I accidentally under booked the cabins. There was supposed to be one for each person, but we're one short so..."

Your lips immediately flatten out as you sigh, "Please don't tell me I have to share with you know who."

JJ pouts on the other side of the line. "I'm sorry, I really am. He's not that bad-"

"Jen! He is terrible!" You protest, your GPS telling you that you're twenty five minutes away. "He's so annoying and he's always making fun of me."

"I know, love, I really am sorry. Do you think you can you deal for just four days?"

You give her a groan, but you know you can do it, so you agree to room with him. JJ claps on the other side of the phone and you can practically hear her smile in her voice, "I owe you one, Y/N! I love you!"

"Love you too," you grumble, clicking the red decline button as you turn your radio back up. Would it really be that bad to room with Spencer? Who knows, maybe the two of you might get along? He was kind of cute...

You shake your head to get rid of your absurd thoughts. He was your co-worker and your literal insufferable, built-in nemesis, plus, he was a couple years older than you- which was embarrassing, because you were way more mature than him. 

Almost thirty minutes pass until you pull into the lots of the cabins, the private residence beautifully decorated with vanilla colored decor and a bunch of land and activities set up outside. You spot Penelope and Emily roasting marshmallows by a bonfire, and you immediately get out of your car and lock it, joining them. Emily immediately jumps up to hug you, "Y/N! Hi!"

Penelope hugs you from the other side and you smile against them both, "Hello my loves!"

The three of you sit down and occupy yourselves with busy conversation until you hear a familiar voice, the same annoying, excruciating one that you hate.

Spencer.

He's being a usual chatterbox, talking Morgan's ear off, and you're glad that he doesn't spot you. A couple of more cars pull up and you assume that they're JJ, Hotch, and Rossi. You feel a pair of arms come at your waist and you instantly recognize your best friend, "JJ!"

She hugs you and you hug her back, your eyelashes fluttering as you smile. "Missed you."

You're catching up with a lot of the team members, and everyone gathers around the fire as they make themselves snacks and s'mores. You feel a presence next to you and you're awfully confused until you look over, and your jaw immediately clenches.

"Don't even think about it." You hiss at Spencer, who just gives you a warm smile, "Think about what?"

He's playing dumb, and you give it twenty minutes before he starts acting a fool.

And you were right. He's just talking away and making jokes and they would've been funny if all of them weren't about you. He loved to pick on you for a reason that you could never quite fathom, and it was starting to get a little bothersome. Everyone's laughing, though, and some of the jokes make your lips curl upwards until he makes one that you wish you didn't hear. Somehow, the topic of respect was brought up, and Spencer had said that the only reason people respected you was because you could never "look down" on anyone. And at first, you didn't get the joke, until you realized it was about your height.

You rose up from the log that you were sitting on and pushed the door open to your cabin, throwing yourself on the bed as a tear slipped from your eyes. It wasn't anything to cry about- maybe you were just being sensitive, but you had enough of his stupid jokes that were always targeted against you. You silently let the tears fall until you heard the door swing open, and you immediately dry your eyes. You look over to see who it is, and you nearly cry when you realize it's Spencer.

"I'm sorry," he starts, and for the first time, he actually sounds sincere. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I just thought we had that kind of relationship where we could make fun of each other."

Now you feel bad. Not because you're crying or because you're hurt, but because maybe- just maybe, you had gotten Spencer and your relationship with him all wrong. He notices that you're crying and his eyes soften, "Y/N, please say something."

"I'm fine," you wave it off, "It's okay. I'm just gonna get ready for bed."

You grab your belongings and walk into the bathroom, where you shower and slip on a pair of yellow pajamas. You tie up your hair in a ponytail and pad out back to the king-sized bed, and you groaned lightly when you realized that you'd have to share it with Spencer tonight. After his joke, you weren't sure if you wanted to even see him.

He's already in bed, and his hair is wet- so you assume that he took a shower at another one of the boys' cabin. He's reading, his glasses laying on the tip of his nose while his book rests in his lap. He's shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of fuzzy socks and green sweatpants, and he actually looks kind of...cute.

Pull it together, Y/N.

You climb in on the other side and roll over, climbing underneath the covers and turning the lamp off.

"Good night, Y/N." Spencer says, turning his own lamp off and setting his glasses on the night stand as he sinks into the peeled sheets of the bed.

"Night..." you murmur, but you can't sleep. It's too cold and you're too lazy to get out of bed to turn on the heater, and plus, all of Spencer's shifting is keeping you from even falling into a small doze.

"Spence?" You call out, and he rolls over to face you. It's dark, so he can't see you, and your noses slightly bump as you turn onto your side. He laughs, and you laugh too, and for the first time, he isn't being absolutely insufferable.

"I can't sleep," you whisper, and he whispers back that he can't sleep either.

"Hey," you start, "I'm sorry I was such a jerk to you. You always just made those jokes and I deflected because...well, if you couldn't tell, I don't handle those things well." You laugh airily, and your eyes ache a little when Reid reaches over to turn the lamp on.

He's so cute. His curls are damp, some of them messily dried around his face. His nose has a little red indent from where his glasses were sitting, and you find it adorable as you smile.

God, what was happening? Were you catching feelings for Spencer?

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, "I was the one that was being a jerk, I constantly made fun of you and made jokes without ever realizing that you weren't okay with it," Spencer says, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, It's all good now." You whisper, smiling.

"You're really pretty."

What did he just say?

"Huh?" You ask, dumbfounded and a little nervous.

"You're...I said that you're really pretty." Spencer repeats, and you want to ask him to say it again, just to be sure. But you don't, you just reply, shaken, "T-Thank you. You're pretty too."

"I'm pretty?" He asks, a little confused, and you nod, blushing.

"Pretty boy." You smile.

"Pretty girl," he whispers, and you realize how close your faces are when you feel his warm breath fan against your face. He smells of autumn and cookies and all things warm, and your skin tingles with excitement as his lips graze over yours lightly before kissing you. The kiss is sweet, and you feel his hand snake around your waist underneath the covers as his other hand cups your cheek. You melt, and your smile breaks the kiss, "Oh my Lord."

Spencer smiles and rolls over, turning off the lamp before pulling you in by your waist, his head buried in the crook of your neck, "Goodnight, pretty girl."

"Goodnight, pretty boy." You smile, your eyes fluttering shut as you drift off to sleep.

[kiwiana-writes]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love. ❤️

I love that you sent this to me while I was still asleep, BEFORE the conversation we had this morning about me having 259 fanworks on AO3. I mean, I think you would have done it anyway, but still: asking me to pick a top five is extremely cruel and unusual behaviour 🤣

So. In no particular order in reverse chronological order because I just went through my works list to decide, kiwiana's five favourite kiwiana fics (at least today, because I definitely have the 'can't pick favourites' flavour of neurospicy):

Like loving the stars themselves

[RWRB, Alex/Henry, E, 7.2k words]

When he emerges out the other end of the alleyway and almost runs straight into a solid blue wall that wasn’t there last time he visited this area of town, Henry assumes his wandering thoughts have conjured an illusion. He blinks, and blinks again, but it’s still there: NORA’s unassuming back wall, the broken chameleon circuit now over thirty centuries out of date to blend into her surroundings the way she’s supposed to, her anomalous presence a wrench in Henry’s carefully laid plans. Alex is here. Or, Alex is a Time Lord, and time is complicated; Henry keeps meeting him out of order, and it's been a while.

I just... I genuinely think this is the best thing I've ever written. Along with Much Ado, it's the fic that is most strongly Peak MJ Vibes, and I am really fucking proud of the story crafting in this one. I LOVE writing fics, particularly one-shots, that have such a strong sense of the wider world they sit in while still being a satisyfingly complete story in their own right, and I don't think I've ever done that better than I did here. If you have no knowlege of Doctor Who, I PROMISE you do not need to be scared of this fic lol.

Puck It

[RWRB, Alex/Henry, E, 9.7k words]

“I’m English, dear,” Henry tells him, and fuck if the nickname isn’t doing something to Alex too. “Our national sport is rugby, and we play it with a lot less protective gear. Though,” he adds thoughtfully, “rugby players do wear mouth guards, which means they have the significant advantage of generally keeping all their teeth.” “We wear mouth guards.” It’s a common misconception, and one that annoys the shit out of him. “And I’ve still got all my teeth. Wanna check?”

HOCKEY! HOCKEY! THE GREATEST GAME IN THE LAND! This fic is so wildly different to what I intended it to be, but I absolutely love what it turned into. The college hockey AU that is somehow not quite a college AU and not quite a hockey AU, but is also definitively both. I love love LOVE both Alex and Henry in this, and I adore this fic.

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest)

[RWRB, Alex/Henry, E, 65.5k words]

Alex is a former child star struggling to make the transition into being seen as a serious actor. He jumps at an opportunity to perform on stage in the UK, seeing it as a way to break free from the typecasting and show what he can really do. But he wasn’t prepared to star alongside someone he hates. // Henry is a recent theatre graduate who accepts an amazing role in a queer reimagining of Much Ado About Nothing. And then it turns out his co-star is none other than the man he’s been hopelessly pining after for years—even though Henry made a terrible first impression when they met. // It’s… well, it’s practically Shakespearean.

First of all, I dropped chapter one of this fic one year ago today, so happy ficaversary to Much Ado! And... yeah. There's no universe in which this fic doesn't end up in my top five. I wrote this fic in a ~five week fever dream and it's probably only coherent because of @celeritas2997 and @ships-to-sail putting in a bunch of hard beta work lmao. It's just SUCH a love letter to theatre, to Shakespeare, to the power of queer joy. All things that are so fucking important to me!

And all the rest's illusion

[Schitt's Creek, David/Patrick, T, 1.8k words]

The first time David uses the word 'queer' to refer to him, it brings Patrick up short.

AKA 'MJ projects their feelings about how goddamn amazing the word queer is and makes a bunch of people cry, apparently'. This was a little bit of a spite reaction to ahistorical, ~q slur~ takes on queer as an umbrella term and I stand by that. Also, whenever I'm feeling like my writing isn't important/doesn't reach people/isn't adding any value to the world, I read through the comments on this fic and have a good cry. If YOU are feeling Not Queer Enough, I highly recommend reading through the comments on this fic and have a good cry even if you're not a Schitt's Creek person.

How much love will you happily take

[Schitt's Creek, David/Patrick, T, 8.0k words]

The trouble is, they don’t really have any privacy outside of the store — at least one member of David’s family is always at the motel, and Ray has never met a boundary he won’t cheerfully skip over. Neither of those seem like the ideal place to say 'so, I’m actually a virgin' or 'funny thing, apparently my dick’s so big no one wants to have sex with me', but the store hardly seems like an appropriate place to have that conversation either.

This started out as size kink and turned into eight thousand words of psychological kink analysis. I gave MULTIPLE people a humiliation kink with this one and I am, not joking, exceptionally fucking proud of that. LOVE to help people realise things about themselves with my writing.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

You’re the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 5

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NOVEMBER 23RD 2020

Incoming text from Josh Fatu: good morning, can’t wait to see u tonite ❤️

Airielle stared at the text message with a smile on her face. Even though she was happy she was also extremely nervous, this would be her first date in 3 years since…Airielle quickly shook her head trying to get rid of those thoughts. She jumped when Yasmine burst through the door carrying shopping bags. Airielle rolled her eyes as Yasmine passed her a Victoria’s Secret bag. 

“Just something sexy to wear.” Airielle laughed and thanked her. “You nervous? It’s been a while since you been on a date.” Yasmine paused “Even though I still think those other two should count but whatever.” She shrugged. 

“Yeah im freaking the fuck out honestly.” Yasmine reached over and grabbed Airielle’s hands, giving them a squeeze. 

“Just remember, you are not defined by what happened to you. You are the light that refused to surrender.” Airielle smiled softly and looked away from Yasmine. “I know I give you shit about getting back in the dating scene,” Yasmine grabbed Airielle’s cheeks to make her look back at her. “But I just want you to know how proud of you I am. Just have fun and be free.” Airielle pulled Yasmine to her in a tight hug. 

“Yo bro.” Josh looked over at the door when Jon came strolling through. 

“I know this ya house, but I could’ve been naked.” Jon shrugged and plopped his body down on the bed. 

“You ready for tonight? I can’t believe she actually agreed to go out with you.” Josh sucked his teeth and glared over at his twin. 

“What the hell that's supposed to mean?” 

“You ugly as fuck uce” Jon laughed then held his hand up, trying to shield his face and body from Josh’s hits. “Aight, Aight Damn.” 

“If I'm ugly, you ugly. We twins jackass.” 

“I hope you got my girl some roses.” Trin said as she came into the room and sat on the bed next to Jon. Josh nodded and scrubbed his hand over his face. If there was an emotion beyond nervousness, that's what he was. Trinity noticed and placed her hand on his shoulder. 

“This gon be my first- first date since high school man, The last time I was this nervous was with the boy’s mom.” Jon and Trinity winced at the fact he wouldn’t say his ex-wife’s name. “And I was fifteen, i’m thirty-fucking five, why am I so nervous?” 

“Cause you like her uce. And technically yall already went on y’alls first date.” Trinity nodded her head in agreement. “Just be yourself man, she gon fall in love with you.” 

Airielle looked at the clock and cursed. Josh was supposed to be at her place in 30 minutes and she still didn’t decide which dress to wear. She let out a sigh of relief when Yasmine came into her room holding her IPad, on facetime with their other cousin Ashley. 

“As the family fashion expert. We need your help.” Yasmine flipped the camera and showed Ashley all of the dress, shoes and jewelry options they had. 

“Bitch are those my earrings!” Yasmine rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. 

“Focus Ashley-” 

“I’ve been looking for them everywhere hoe!” Airielle giggled and took the IPAD from Yasmine, turning the camera to herself. 

“I need your opinion Ash, I’m stuck.” Ashley rolled her eyes and nodded. 

“Fine,” She muttered. “Show me again.”  

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Yasmine had just finished curling the last piece of Airielle’s hair when there was a knock at the front door. Airielle felt like she had to throw up. She was about to run into the bathroom when Yasmine stopped her and pushed her towards the door. 

“No running. Go enjoy yourself.” Airielle nodded and took a deep breath before opening the door. 

“Damn,” Josh said lowly, licking his lips as he shamelessly raked his eyes over her body. “I mean,” he cleared his throat. “You look beautiful.” He felt his cheeks heat up as he passed her the bouquet of white, red and pink roses. 

Airielle took them. “These are so pretty.” She said as she lifted them to her nose to smell them. 

“I mean, beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman.” They both stared at each other before bursting out into laughter. 

“That was so corny,” She said as she shut her apartment door and started walking towards the elevator. He chuckled as he followed her. 

“Yeah aint gon’ lie. That wasn’t my best work.” 

Josh had just pulled up in front of the restaurant and Airielle was about to get out of the car when Josh stopped her. 

“Whoa, whatchu’ doin?” Airielle froze with one of her hands on the handle of the car door. She turned her head and frowned at him. “Opening the door?” She said as more of question and Josh chuckled. 

“Nah, don’t touch that.” He said getting out and rushing over so he could open the door for her. “I got you.” He said as he held out his hand for her to grab. She rolled her eyes with a smile and grabbed his hand, letting him help her out of the car. She smiled wider when he didn’t let go of her hand as they started walking towards the restaurant. He only let go of her hand to hand the valet his keys and a twenty dollar tip. 

“Wow, this place is nice.” She said as the host led them to their table. She smiled at Josh as he pulled out her chair for her. 

“Yeah, Jon recommended it. Said he takes Trin here all the time.”  They sat there in silence. Glancing at each other over their menus, sending secret smiles to each other. 

“So i’ve been told.”Airielle started off, breaking the silence between them. “We technically already had our first date.” Josh nodded with a chuckle. 

“I mean, technically yeah. So what this’ll be our.” He stopped to count on his fingers making her scoff. “Third date.” 

“You did not just count to three on your fingers.” He shrugged with a laugh as the waiter came over to take their orders. Once he walked away Airielle turned her attention back to Josh. “Ok, so tell me something about you that I don’t know.” 

“Damn,” Josh said as he blew out a breath of air. “I can play the piano.” 

“Oh wow foreal?” She asked, eyebrows raised in shock and he nodded. 

“Yeah, me and my brothers. My momma kept us busy so we weren’t tearing up her house. It was so much shit she put us in man, uh- karate, soccer, baseball. Man, any sport that you could think of my mom had me and my brothers there. No your turn.” 

She placed her chin on her palm and smiled at him. “I used to dance and cheer competitively. My parents' garage is literally full of medals and trophies.” 

She narrowed her eyes at him when he started to smirk. “That’s kinda hot.” 

“I was a kid Josh.” She chuckled and threw a piece of her dinner roll at him when he shrugged. 

The rest of their date went amazing. They never ran out of stuff to talk about. They didn’t even realize they were the last two people in the restaurant until the waiter came over to tell them. 

On the ride back to her apartment, they stopped to grab some ice cream. Neither one of them wanted the night to end. After he parked in her complex’s garage they walked slowly to her apartment, holding hands. 

“This was like the best date I've ever been on.” She said, turning towards him as they stopped in front of her door. Her statement made him feel good. 

“Yeah? Me too.” He said with a wide smile. Airielle was about to turn to walk into her apartment when Josh stopped her by grabbing her hand. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and Airielle nodded immediately. She honestly thought she would have to make the first move. He grinned before pulling her closer to him and wrapping his arms around her waist. He hesitated before leaning head forward and capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss. They stood there, lost in eachother only breaking apart at the sound of a loud squeal and a loud clanging sound, like something had dropped coming from inside Airielle’s apartment. 

“Sorry.” They both chuckled at Yasmine’s muffled voice. He gave her another kiss before telling her that he would text her when he got home. After he walked away, Yasmine ripped open the door and yanked Airielle inside. 

“Bitch tell me everything.” 

Happy Thanksgiving (if you celebrate it.)

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IM SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING ON THIS FIC FOR MY FRIEND BUT UHHMMMMM DAD GHOST AND UNCLE SOAP HAVE ME IN A CHOEKHOLD RN.

LIKE- I couple of twins boys and a little girl?? yes, me thinks so.

Dad!Simon who buys his kids only what they need whereas Uncle!Soap who buys them whatever they hell they want.

Dad!Simon who tells Uncle!Soap off for it, but really doesnt mind-until there's five huge twenty gallon totes in his basement and/or garage. Filled with nothing but T O Y S.

And Uncle!Soap finds it SOOOO funny-so he keeps doing it! Whatever they want-wether he's just babysitting or wether it's their birthdays/xmas, he'll buy it-just so hear Dad!Simon say, "Jonny, she didnt need that new teaset! Her old one is just fine." or "Jonny! My son in not old enogh to use a foikin PISTOL! WUT VA HELL, MATE!?"

Dad!Simon who will make whatever his kids want-or buy them fast food whenever they want cuz his kids DO NOT like his cooking-

Uncle!Soap you forces the food he makes down their throats-not latterly-"C'mon now, Dillian! Ye wanna be big n strong like me n yer pop, ye!? well boi-ye've got tah eat yer colliflowa!" or-or-"Lillyyyyy, pleasee, Sweets! Eat your cabbage! It's good f'ye!"

Dad!Simon who does NOTHING to help Uncle!Soap when his picky ass kids dont like the food.

Uncle!Soap, even if he's in his fourites, will fake cry to make Simon's kids eat the food he made. "I-I spend THREE HOURS makin you ungreatful lot food-N YE DONNAE EVEN EAT IT!"

Dad!Simon who notes how well Jonny plays with his daughter and sons. Doing ballet with Lilly, or taking Dillian to the skate park to ride his skateboard that Jonny baought for him last month. Teaches him how to ride it too. Or taking Xavier to the library so he can check out the world's most inappropriate books.

Dad!Simon who thinks to himself at night: 'Damn...what if the kids called him "daddy Jonny" instead of Uncle?' and pushes the thought away-only to slowly slip his hand inside of his boxers as he thinks of all the ways he'd fuck Jonny in his bed-

Uncle!Soap who thinks the same things as Simon-even went to the boys' middle school and told off the mother and father of their bullie-who thought it was a good idea to punch Zavier in the face.

Dad!Simon who finds out about this and UNcle!Soap has to hold this mad down for thirty secounds before Simon just laughs and says, "Whatter ya, Gay?"

and both of the men who laugh and laugh and laugh over that-but both are thinking, "For you, I am."

[501st-rexster]

My OC Fic

So this is the intro to the fic I wrote about my OC, Cormick. I meant to post this like... last year, but way too many things are going on so I'm posting it now.

The New Kid

CT-1133 is a shiny assigned to the Coruscant Guard, and he's not exactly like other clones. He's far more enthusiastic, upbeat, his childhood freckles never went away, and he loves to dye his hair bright colors. Everyone wonders how this kid made it to the CG, and Commander Fox is not happy with his new soldier. But Cormick is determined to prove he can be just as good as his older brothers, that he can be a part of the esteemed Guard, that he can make Marshal Commander Fox proud. Cormick won't give up. It's not something he does. 

Commander Colt looked over the troop assignments, curious as to where the new soldiers were sent. He was rather proud of the newest troopers; they’d done well in training and were determined beyond belief.

He nodded at the several that he saw were being sent into the 212th and the 501st, then his eyes caught on one particular boy.

CT-1133.

Assignment: Coruscant Guard.

Colt’s eyes went wide. CT-1133 had been one of his favorite cadets, but he wasn’t exactly ordinary. If anything, he was rather unorthodox. Still, he’d been the best of his batch in training. He was a good soldier and Colt knew that he had it in him to be successful.

But all he could think about was the fact that CT-1133 wouldn’t last long under Commander Fox.

Marshal Commander Fox sat at his desk, reviewing the stack of endless datapads that he honestly wanted to throw into the lower levels of Coruscant but knew he couldn’t. He let out a hard groan and blindly reached for his cup of caff. When he found the mug that had a little tooka on it, he went to take a sip, then looked in the cup with wide eyes to see that it was empty. “Damn…” He muttered as he dropped his datapad and stood up.

Caff was more important than work.

He walked out of his office and over to the caff machine in the open area, starting to pour himself a cup when a voice called his name. His head tilted back with an exasperated sigh. 

“Hey, Fox!” Thorn’s energetic tone grew closer, then he leaned against the counter to stare at Fox, eyes gleaming with his signature grin.

Fox stared at Thorn, the faint circles under his eyes matching his five-o-clock shadow and the scars along his jaw. His deadpan stare met his younger brother’s. “Yes, Thorn?” He grumbled.

Thorn grinned wider. “Our new soldier is almost here!” He said excitedly.

Fox’s eyebrow rose. “We’re getting a new soldier?” He asked as he took a long sip of his steaming black caff.

Thorn’s shoulders slumped. “I can’t believe you. You forgot.”

Fox rolled his eyes. “I honestly don’t know what you expect from me at this point, Thorn. I can barely remember what I did half an hour ago, how am I supposed to remember that we’re getting a new soldier?”

Thorn crossed his arms and tilted his head. “Because the men have been talking about it constantly? We’re all excited about having a shiny-”

Fox nearly spit out his caff. “He’s a shiny?! Why the hell are we getting a shiny?”

Thorn shrugged. “Apparently one of the Commanders recommended him here.” He then waved his hand. “Come on! The ship should be here any minute!” He reached and grabbed Fox’s arm, yanking the man from his desk. Fox let out a small yelp, doing his best to not spill his drink. He was dragged outside, where a few other members of the Guard were waiting, watching the gunship that was slowly descending. Fox took a sip of his caff, following the ship with his eyes as it finally landed.

The doors slid open, and a clean-white armored clone hopped out, happily waving back at the few clones in the ship, and they gave him casual salutes and waves back. The young man then spun around and ran over to the Guard waiting for him. He stopped in front of Fox with a sharp salute.

“CT-Eleven-Thirty-Three, sir! It’s great to meet you!” His voice was incredibly energetic through his helmet, and Fox glanced over at Thorn to find him grinning.

Fox sighed. “Alright, kid. You got a name?” He asked tiredly. The boy nodded enthusiastically. 

“Cormick, sir! When I heard I was being assigned to the Guard, man, I couldn’t believe it! I thought for sure I’d be in the Five-Oh-First or something, but Captain Rex said he actually put in a good word for me and suggested I be assigned here!”

Fox looked at Thorn. “You said it was a Commander who sent him here-”

“Ah, sir, technically it was. Commander Blitz was the one who told me I was being assigned here. He relayed the message from Captain Rex, and well, here I am!” Cormick said happily.

Fox sighed, then his eyebrows hit his hairline when Cormick removed his helmet to reveal the smiling face and upbeat eyes. The other Guard stared at him with shock, except for Thorn, who was close to squealing.

Cormick still had his childhood freckles that dotted across his face, something that most cadets lost at age twelve, but he somehow still had his five years later. But what had attracted everyone’s attention was Cormick’s maroon hair, cut a bit longer than regulation and ever so slightly messy. The boy’s smile was incredibly radiant and he didn’t even seem to notice the other clones staring.

Fox took a long deep breath through his nose then nodded to the boy. “Kid, what the hell do you call that?” He gestured to Cormick’s hair.

Cormick’s eyebrow rose. “Wha… my hair? What about it?” He quickly put a hand to it. “Did it get messy from my helmet-”

“Kid, it’s purple!” Thire remarked, but Cormick shook his head.

“Actually, it’s more like a merlot, or a combination of plum and burgundy-”

“Enough!”

Cormick’s head snapped back immediately, eyes wide at Fox’s exasperated sigh. “Why did Rex decide to send you here? You definitely belong with him more than us-”

“He said you would say that, sir,” Cormick said. “On the Venator. The Five-Oh-First was the one that picked me up when they were getting their new soldiers. That’s why I thought I was going to be with them, but Captain Rex said he had somewhere special ready for me.” He smiled genuinely. “He said that some fresh blood and a little self-expression might be good for you.”

Thorn finally burst out laughing. “I’ve been telling Fox that for years!” He stepped forward and put his arm around Cormick’s shoulder. “C’mon, kid. Let’s get you situated.” He knocked his head against Cormick’s. “And for what it’s worth, I love your hair.”

Thire and Fox moved to stand next to each other, watching as the two new friends walked inside. Fox groaned. “I’m going to have a little chat with Rex,” he grumbled.

Thire nodded. “Your baby brother never misses a chance to torture you, does he?” He remarked.

Fox swigged the last of his caff then shook his head. “No. No, he does not.”

Fox stood at the holotable, angrily typing in his little brother’s code and awaiting the answer. After a few minutes, Rex appeared in the holotable, and he smiled. “Fox! What’s going on, ori’vod-”

“What are you playing at, Rex?” Fox demanded.

Rex smirked. “Based on that reaction, I’m assuming Cormick arrived.” He said casually.

“What the hell makes you think he’ll fit here?! He’s the opposite of professionalism, Rex! And what’s up with his freckles?! Those are supposed to go away-”

“A slight deviance in his genetics. I like it. He’s cute.” Rex grinned. “Come on, Fox, give him a chance.”

“Why should I?” Fox snarled.

Rex’s arms crossed, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I wouldn’t expect the esteemed Marshal Commander Fox to turn someone away based on looks. Surely you’re more honorable than that.” The Captain spat.

Fox’s eyes widened then narrowed to slits. “Rex, don’t you dare question my ho-”

“If you don’t want me to question your honor, then prove me wrong.” Rex stated. “Cormick was the top cadet in his entire class. He’s enthusiastic and a bit extra, but so was Thorn when he first joined the Guard. Now look where he is.” Rex sighed. “He’s a good kid, Fox. Trust me on this one?” 

Fox dropped his head. He hated when Rex used that ‘skill’ of his, the one where he was able to make anyone do anything he wanted just by asking because his voice was so darn endearing.

“Okay. Okay, okay. I will give him a week, then we’ll see where we are.” His arms crossed tightly. “But I’m testing him in a few days. I wanna see what skills the kid has.”

Rex smirked. “You won’t be disappointed.” He then reached down and ended the call on his end, and Fox watched as his youngest batchmate flickered away. 

He let out a long sigh then walked back into the main area to see Cormick sitting in Thorn’s chair with Thorn, Blu, and Kosmos all playing with his hair. Blu grinned. “Oh my god, your hair is so fluffy, Cormick! I love it!”

“Thanks! I did the dye myself, it was a little hard, but I’d seen our older brothers with their personalized hair, so as soon as I was off-planet, I grabbed the first dyes I could find! Some of Captain Rex’s boys gave me some bottles. They kind of muddled together but I really like it!” Cormick responded excitedly. Fox snickered almost silently, then he cleared his throat. The four looked up and all quickly stood at attention.

Fox bit his lip. “Alright, Cormick. I think we got off on the wrong foot. Rex said to give you a chance, and, well-”

“He can’t say no to our little brother.” Thorn said, leaning on Cormick’s shoulder with a snicker.

Cormick’s smile widened. “Captain Rex is your batchmate?” He exclaimed, and Fox nodded.

“As annoying as he is, I do still love him. Drives me insane, he’s probably the second reason I have so much gray hair, but I love him nonetheless.” Fox put his hands on his hips. “Now. Rex said you were the top cadet of your entire class?” When Cormick nodded, Fox hummed. “I look forward to seeing some of your skills.” He waved his hand at Thorn. “Thorn will show you around for the rest of today, Taungsday morning I want you at the firing range at oh-seven-hundred. I want to see what you can do.”

Cormick nodded and saluted his new Commanding Officer. “Sir, yes, sir!”

Fox smirked slightly. “Dismissed.”

When Fox walked away, Thorn shook Cormick’s shoulder gently. “I think he likes you!” He said jokingly.

“Well, he’s trying to, anyway.” Blu remarked. “It’s not you, Cormick. Fox is a very hard man to make happy. For the first three months I was stationed here, I didn’t even think he knew how to smile. I've never exactly been his favorite person.”

Kosmos leaned back against the desk. “I just can’t believe that Captain Rex sent you here himself. Like, he full-on went out of his way to make sure that you ended up in the Corries. That’s saying something special about you.” He then rested his chin on his hand. “Though I do have to agree with the Commander that you seem more like a Five-oh-First trooper than a Guard.”

Cormick rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why people say that like it’s a bad thing. Everyone wishes they were part of the Five-Oh-First!” He remarked.

Thorn, Blu, and Kosmos all shared a silent nod then Blu shoved Cormick’s head down. When Cormick looked up he saw the smirk that met him. “C’mon. I’ll take you to the barracks. The bunk above me is empty. Wanna be bunkmates?” He asked, and Cormick nodded, eyes shining.

“Yeah!”

Thorn watched the two walk away, happily talking to one another, then he glanced to the side at Kosmos. “Ten dataries says Blu asks Cormick out within two weeks.” He muttered, offering his hand.

Kosmos hit his hand with a smirk. “You’re on.”

I've had trouble writing recently so I've neglected all of my WIPs, but I really wanted to post the intro to this fic. I also have a fic about Cormick with a very possessive Fox so if people respond well to this I'll post a bit of that as well. Anyway, I just want to share with people what else I've done with my beloved OC Cormick and a camio from Blu.

[mediumgayitalian]

bruh currently writing more of the naomi fic and doing some research and the minimum wage in texas was THREE THIRTY FIVE in 1997 ��🤡 like what the hell am i supposed to do with that

[impishtubist]

happy birthday, krabapple <3

Your fics have brought me such joy since the LiveJournal days, so here, I knocked up Remus for you. I hope you have a great rest of your day <3 @lizlemonbennet

(many thanks to the discord for doing a plot spitballing session with me many many moons ago regarding remus getting pregnant and his students being mad about it, y'all are the real mvps. also I hope someone writes the 100K version of this someday.)

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At first, Harry didn’t bat an eye at the owls that swept in periodically throughout breakfast that morning, dropping off letters for Sirius before flying off again. Out of everyone in the household, Sirius got the most correspondence, and it wasn’t unusual for there to be a flurry of owls in their home for the first few hours of the morning. 

He did take notice when the pile grew to be twenty letters, and then thirty. Even more noticeable, Sirius wasn’t even opening them. 

“Er, Sirius,” he said, after the fortieth owl swept in and then out again. “You didn’t get voted Sexiest Wizard Alive again, did you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Harry,” Sirius said, giving him a smile that was only slightly strained. “That contest isn’t until May.”

“Do you have another fan club?” Teddy asked.

“No.” 

“Okay,” Harry said, “then why aren’t you opening your mail?”

“I want to enjoy breakfast with my boys!” Sirius said, though the cheer in his voice sounded slightly forced. “It’s your first day home from school. I can read the mail later.” 

“Isn’t that Hermione’s handwriting?” Teddy piped up, pointing at a letter near the top of the pile. Before he could stop himself, Harry snatched it up, his Seeker’s reflexes outwitting Sirius’s. 

“Dear Lord Black,” he read out loud, fending off Sirius’s attempts to grab the letter with one hand, “I am incredibly disappointed to learn that Professor Lupin will be unable to teach for the rest of the school year--and, most importantly, will be unable to oversee our NEWTs--thanks to your actions, and I hope that you take this into consideration in the future should you decide to procreate again…”

Harry wrinkled his nose and tossed the letter at Sirius. “Gross, Sirius.” 

“I didn’t write the letter! Take it up with Hermione.”

“Are they all like that?”

“At least there aren’t any Howlers this time,” Sirius said, slumping back in his chair. “I’ve been getting them for days, ever since Remus announced his pregnancy and his intention to take a leave of absence starting at the holidays. Your classmates are very upset.”

“Your timing could have been better,” Harry said. “In more ways than one.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, Sirius.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Remus is almost five months, yeah? You know what else was almost five months ago? My birthday. You two are gross and I hate you.” 

“No, you don’t.” Sirius got up for more coffee. As he passed behind Harry and Teddy, he kissed them both on top of the head. “Your friends do, though.” 

“It is your fault their favorite and most competent professor is out of commission for the rest of the year.”

“I will personally write every single OWL and NEWT student a glowing letter of recommendation. No matter what their scores are this year while Professor Lupin is on sabbatical, they will have their pick of jobs after graduation. Happy?” 

“That includes us, right?”

“Yes, of course it does.”

Harry stuck out his hand. “Deal.”

Sirius shook his hand, and then Teddy’s, and at that moment Remus came into the kitchen. He had stopped being able to fit into his own clothes, and was now stealing Sirius’s sweaters and joggers. Those wouldn’t do for much longer, Harry thought, but figured that was a battle his guardians could fight on their own.

“Oh, dear,” Remus said, spotting the pile of letters. Several had fallen to the floor. “That’s…”

“At least a quarter of the student body,” Sirius said. 

“I’m sorry, love.” 

“As your eldest has so helpfully pointed out, it is all my fault.”

“Well,” Remus said with a wink, “not all your fault.”

“Right!” Harry said, standing abruptly. “I’m off! Come on, Teds. Let’s get out of here before they get more disgusting.”

[pebblysand]

Are you working on any new projects that you feel like sharing with us

Love castles and you

Never gonna give you up never gonna turn around and dessert u

hey anon! apologies for the delay here. this is a very sweet anon that made me smile when i got it, so thank you ❤️.

regarding your question though... i suppose: not really? i don't know. it's complicated. to be fully transparent, i've not written a word since the end of castles. i know that for you it might feel like a long time because objectively, it has been five weeks, but for me, i just haven't had that much downtime since then. i spent almost four weeks in france post-publication, most of which were holidays where i wasn't working (at my IRL job, i mean). this was so peaceful and restful and nice but also so outside my usual routine that i didn't have much time to think about writing (or to really let the end of castles sink in, for that matter). i wrote 23 in about a month, and 24 over a weekend, so looking back, it all feels like one big feverish dream i haven't really had time to digest, yet. i came back to ireland just over two weeks ago and i don't know, i guess i've been... crashing - a bit? 😬

it's not bad. like, trust me, you don't need to worry about me - i'm alright. i've been distracting myself with going to london a couple weekends and have loads of other trips planned between now and christmas, which i am very much looking forward to and should keep me busy. i've been doing a lot of podcast-y things, i'm getting reacquainted with my friends who i've sadly neglected for far too long (hopefully they don't hate me too much, haha), and with life in general (i've been going running more consistently, i've done embroidery - lol 😅 - i'm thinking about signing up for pottery classes - the works, you know).

if i'm honest, on a deeper level though, i've been finding that i'm not quite sure what to do with all the time that is now on my hands. my anxiety skyrocketed early last week, which i know is just my brain slowly readapting to this new, post-castles normal, but which still very much sucked. i am worried about my dog's health and my mum's health, and loneliness in my thirties. i'm worried about my plans for next year, i am worried about whether i'll be capable of writing original fiction, and i am worried that now that castles is finished and that the post-completion around it has stopped, everyone will forget about me and no one will read my works anymore. again, 🙄 ugh.

having said that, here are my plans for the short, medium, and long term:

SHORT TERM (BETWEEN NOW AND DECEMBER)

i don't want to start any "big" project between now and december, tbh. i need to sit and breathe and recharge (see above). i could however ever see myself doing one or two short-ish things (under 10k), that i could get done over a weekend or something. in that list are:

the aoife one-shot (follow-up to the fault in faulty manufacturing) (likelihood: 90% - i've been meaning to write this for age, it haunts me. my only issue is that i'd love to write it for paddy's day but since the beginning of the year will probably be busy with other things - see below - it might be my winter project)

maybe a fic about pansy parkinson's side of the amycus story, possibly tying into chapter 22. (likelihood: 50% - i literally just had the idea for this this afternoon but i kind of like it. i've been fascinated with the concept of pansy parkinson lately, so we'll see.)

for reasons that i don't want to explain yet, i'll probably need to have a really good 3,500 words original fiction story written by march 2025. i should probably get started on it this autumn. (likelihood: 35% - i know me and i will probably be procrastinating this as much as i can because it's not "fun" and feels like a chore)

MEDIUM TERM (JANUARY TO SEPTEMBER)

there's literally an endless list of stories i'd like to write. some of them might be written next year, some of them might never get done. the current list includes:

HP Harry/Ginny Muggle College AU (likelihood: 20% - i love the idea of it but idk about the execution)

HP Harry/Ginny FWB AU (likelihood: 40% - this one i'm more interested in. could be a sort of AU of castles but could also stand alone)

Peaky Blinders Ada Character Piece (likelihood: 70% - i need to rewatch the show, but i really like that one. i already have a few paragraphs of this i'd written somewhere)

Peaky Blinders May Character Piece (likelihood: 60% - same as above, i also have it already started somewhere. i do feel like i'm more interested in Ada than i am in May right now, but we'll see)

The Good Wife Will Character Piece (likelihood: 60% - i've been meaning to write this for, like, 10 years. i just need to brave a full rewatch which, ugh)

HP Malfoy Character Piece (likelihood: 25% - idk. same as the college AU. i like the idea, but no idea about the execution. just marginally more interested in this one cause it's a character i've not explored before)

HP Harry/Pansy AU (likelihood: 10% - i've found a fantastic fic for this pairing already in existence, so that has satiated my need to write it, i think.)

Silk Martha/Clive Children AU (likelihood: 10% - it's a beautiful fic... in my head)

HP Hermione Character Piece (likelihood: 40% - i know you all want this one but honestly i'm not sure what i would have to say. it's a hard one because i would love to write it, i find hermione a very interesting character, but it also needs to narratively bring something that isn't already in castles. like, i don't want to repeat something people already know. so, we'll see. i will write it if i find an angle for it. i was going to write it as an ode to friendship - like: the long-standing nature of she and harry's friendship, the way everyone always focuses on romance when actually, platonic friendship is also very important to us as humans - but i think i already sort of blew that angle with Lily and Naran now. so, again, we'll see.)

Black Sisters Piece on Female Rage (likelihood: 20%. i had a very, very specific idea for this back in 2023 and i never wrote it. i'm thinking of revisiting)

having said that, i also know that January - March 2025 will really be the moment i'm planning on easing back into writing more frequently, but also the moment when i'll have to focus on original writing for a while (again, reasons i can't explain). so, write that 3,500 words short story, and outline a larger project. so, not sure i'll have much time for fanfic at the start of the year.

LONG TERM

there will be a book. i have an idea. i have characters. i need... an outline, and a plot, and all that stuff. i would love to outline january 2025-march 2025 (as said above), then to slowly start writing it as life allows. i think fanfic will remain my outlet, my "fun" thing, the thing i "cheat" on my main project with haha. we all need those.

i will keep you updated on all this as it happens, and i hope (hopehopehope) you stick around ❤️.

[raidermomma]

Some of my favourite lines from my own fic, because I am a shameless exhibitionist.

*

Sephy was having a bad day in a week of bad days, which was rapidly becoming a month of bad weeks.

*

“How did you know that?” Rimmer sneered, in much the same tone as someone might ask, “why have you got two heads?” or “do you know your ear’s just fallen off.”

*

Of everyone though, her favourite person to level her complete lack of tact at was him. He had the emotional range of a tea bag, he was as enlightened as a black hole, he needed to remove the stick from up his arse. Sometimes it seemed wherever he turned there she was, like a five-foot nothing conscience attached to his hip.

*

She grinned and threw her popcorn at him. It sailed through his head and landed on the floor, where it crunched under Kryten’s foot as he came in.

*

“I was trying to get rid of him.”

“And you couldn’t think of a way to do that without starting a one-sided food fight?”

“Apparently not.”

*

“I didn’t recognise the genetic structure. Biologically speaking, they were a completely new life form.”

“She has a point there.” Sephy put in. “You are always saying his laundry basket could be classified as its own biome.”

*

Lister knew it had to end sometime. Rimmer and Sephy getting along was like the Earth suddenly spinning backwards on its axis, or a giraffe trying to get off with a gazelle. It was abnormal, it went against all known laws of physics and nature.

*

Lister was pretty sure they were both sufficiently sloshed to make the elephant in the room a little bit more manageable. It was still elephant shaped, but it had shrunk a bit. It was a baby elephant, or maybe a stunted elephant. Possibly a tapir.

*

“Sephy, please tell me you know the difference between kissing and sex. Because if I need to explain the birds and the bees to you we’re gonna need more whisky.”

*

“He’s such a dick.” Sephy said, apropos of nothing. Lister was forced to agree.

“No argument here.”

“A monumental dick.”

“Absolutely.”

“A colossal dick.”

“Oh, colossal.”

“Just an enormously stupid, lanky, clumsy, inconsiderate, stupid dick.” She forewent the glass completely this time and swigged straight from the bottle. “And I want him.”

She put her forehead on the table.

*

They weren’t supposed to keep drinking until the conversation veered right off the track, ran over the baby tapir or rhino or whatever the smeg it was, and went into the undergrowth.

*

"What were you thinking?”

“I was ordering a taxi.” Sephy rolled her eyes. “What do you think I was doing in the shower?”

*

“For once would it have killed you to listen to me?”

"It’s killing me having to listen to you now.”

*

“You are very lucky.” He continued as though she hadn’t spoken. “Very lucky that dingbat of a computer jettisoned the bomb without telling us, or our innards would now be our outers. Our guts would be a brand-new constellation.”

*

“Oh look.” She said, sounding mildly surprised. “My guts are still where I left them. Where did you leave yours Rimmer, in a jar under your bed?”

*

“I would prefer it,” he said pompously, “if you kept my arse out of it.”

“Rimmer, your arse is the last thing in the universe I want to think about.”

“Well so’s yours.”

“Fine. Then you won’t feel the need to watch me leave the room.”

*

She picked up an entire handful of mashed potato and smashed it full into his face.

*

“Four weeks!” He whined for the fifth time that afternoon. “Four weeks! You think they’d be over it by now!”

“Yeah.” Sephy was only half listening. “Mad how attached some people are to their bodies.”

*

“What? Oh no, that wasn’t a line.”

“Good job.” She dragged on her cigarette. “It was about as original as a cover of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah.”

*

“There is a definite thirty-degree angle there. Honestly Lister, you couldn’t draw a straight line in a dot-to-dot.”

*

The tree said nothing, by dint of the fact it was a tree.

[mingi-bubu]

💖💟💞✨76 Kisses to Valentine’s Day Masterlist ✨💞💟💖

From December 1st to February 14th, I will be posting a fic or scenario that fills the prompt! Once a prompt has been filled, I will change the color accordingly. Pink for Scenarios and Purple for Fanfiction. This masterlist will be specifically for scenarios, and for fanfic of some of the Chinese and Japanese dramas that I watch. If you would like to see the rest of the prompts, they are linked below. There is going to be an attempt, and I use this word loosely, to cap these out at 1.5k words. However, if you've read anything I've written, you know just as well as I do that this goal may be surpassed… Frequently. If you see a prompt that has not been used yet, and you'd like to see it filled with a specific scenario or a ship you adore (or think would be interesting to see in that situation), please let me know! I will do my best to make it happen!!! This is supposed to be, on the whole, a fun experience for everyone <3 I am also going to have this as a series up on AO3, so if that interests you, you do have that option available. Last note before I let you go. Several of these prompt fills are related to other writing challenges I've done, or series that I've created on AO3, so if you read one and feel like you're missing something, that may be why. Now, please, enjoy <3 Fictober 2022 || Scenarios Masterlist || The Other Prompt Fills

Day One: Good Morning Kiss — Seonghwa x Reader, part of the atz!beachverse || STATUS: POSTED || ao3 link || old version link

Day Two: Kiss on the Forehead — Yìrán x Bànshān, Yìrán + Sīsī, part of the time lapse au || STATUS: POSTED || ao3 link

Day Twelve: Kiss on the Nose — Taehyung x Reader, fluff, est relationship || STATUS: NOT POSTED || ao3 link || old version link

Day Seventeen: Needing to Kiss to Hide From Bad Guys — Mami x Kuroiwa || STATUS: POSTED || ao3 link

Day Eighteen: “I do” Kiss — Yìrán x Bànshān, part of the time lapse au || STATUS: POSTED || ao3 link

Day Nineteen: Shy Kiss — Shuxin x Reader || STATUS: NOT POSTED || ao3 link

Day Twenty-Five: Kiss Inspired by a Song — Mark + Reader, past!Doyoung x Reader || STATUS: NOT POSTED || ao3 link || old version link

Day Thirty: Kiss Under a Full Moon — Mami x Kuroiwa || STATUS: NOT POSTED || ao3 link

Day Thirty-Four: Returned From the Dead Kiss — implied Jaehyun x Reader, Reader + Haechan + Jaehyun || STATUS: NOT POSTED || ao3 link || old version link

Day Thirty-Six: “We Can Never Be Together” Kiss — Yìrán x Bànshān x Sīsī; hurt, some comfort || STATUS: NOT POSTED || ao3 link

Day Thirty-Seven: “It's the End of the World” Kiss — Guō Ruì + Lán Xiāng || STATUS: NOT POSTED || ao3 link

Day Forty: Hiding/Hoping Not to be Caught Kiss — Yìrán x Bànshān, part of the time lapse au || STATUS: POSTED || ao3 link

Day Forty-One: Forbidden Kiss — Xion x Reader, royalty au || STATUS: NOT POSTED || ao3 link

Day Forty-Six: Long Kiss — Reader x Seokmin, Reader + Seokmin + Minghao + Jeonghan || STATUS: NOT POSTED || ao3 link

Day Fifty-One: Public Kiss — Wooyoung x Reader, uni au, magic/fantasy au || STATUS: NOT POSTED || ao3 link || old version link

Day Fifty-Two: Accidentally Witnessed Kiss — Yìrán x Bànshān, part of the time lapse au || STATUS: POSTED || ao3 link

Day Fifty-Four: Against a Locker Kiss — Mark x Reader || STATUS: NOT POSTED || ao3 link

Day Fifty-Seven: Breaking the Kiss to Say Something, Staying so Close That You're Murmuring Into Each Other's Mouths — Changkyun x Reader || STATUS: NOT POSTED || ao3 link

Day Sixty-Three: Routine Kisses Where the Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead for the Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking up From What They're Doing — Doyoung x Reader, est relationship || STATUS: NOT POSTED || ao3 link

Day Seventy-Six: Top of Head Kisses — Jaehyun x Reader || STATUS: NOT POSTED || ao3 link

Open Prompts: (up-to-date as of 20241212)

Day Forty-Eight: Morning Kiss

Day Forty-Nine: Before Bed Kiss

Day Fifty-Six: Caught Off-Guard Kiss

Day Fifty-Eight: Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against the Wall/onto the Bed

Day Fifty-Nine: Kissing so Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves into the Other Person

Day Sixty: Throwing Their Arms Around the Other Person, Holding Them Close While They Kiss

Day Sixty-One: Hands on the Other Person's Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top, Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip of Bare Skin That Make Them Break the Kiss With a Gasp

Day Sixty-Two: Lazy Morning Kisses Before They've Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting to Wake Up

Day Sixty-Five: One Small Kiss, Pulling Away for an Instant, Then Devouring Each Other

Day Sixty-Eight: A Hoarse Whispered, “Kiss me.”

Day Sixty-Nine: Following the Kiss With a Series of Kisses Down the Neck

Day Seventy: Starting With a Kiss Meant to be Gentle, But Ends Up Passionate

Day Seventy-One: A Gentle, “I love you,” Whispered After a Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately by a Stronger Kiss

Day Seventy-Three: Height Difference Kiss