#also in case anyone needs inspo/prompts

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END OF BEGINNING — LUCA : [Spring Prompts]

A/N: Not me writing this with a cold! I promise I’m not on any medicine although it may seem like it at some points lol! Gained a bit of inspo while on spring break down south which also gave me this cold! for this little thing and I also didn’t want my prompts to end on an odd number—this time!!! along with the fact that people voted for Luca to be written about (the original post maybe revisited once I get my summer prompts going so stay tuned for that!) so let’s get into it 🙂‍↔️

WARNINGS: long distance established relationship! I have a black! x oc! in mind for this one + some language.

Threw some prompts into the mix from HERE: 1. building a new piece of furniture from a flat pack together + 10. Doing laundry + 11. Making them tea/coffee (exactly how they like it)

<- read my previous anthology prompt here.

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the house smells like apple cider mixed with a hint of pine and it’s reminiscent to Luca’s favorite holiday. He’s standing in the mini entry way of the once Ukrainian church turned home, eyes fixated on how high the ceilings were and he almost forgets that this is partly his home too. He thinks partly because of the technicalities, him living in Copenhagen for however many years one would like to count; renting his own flat and with her living back in the states with her name only on the deed.

He was beginning to sound like his estranged lawyer of a father, who commonly looked at the details and wondered how that will affect things in the long run but it’s not like that mattered much to Luca. He didn’t think he was anything like that man who may or may not be a tosser and wouldn’t think once to treat her like his father treated his family. Assets were always a huge factor to Luca’s father, more than building an emotional connection to his wife or kids. Overall this is the way it’s always been between the two, Luca as the head pastry chef in Copenhagen and her as a cruise chef. The pair were hardly at either buildings to really focus on the technicalities—although both families equally had something to say about their living conditions.

It wasn’t traditional by any means but with the careers and mindsets the couple had, it simply worked and it didn’t have to make sense to anyone else but them. The couple enjoyed their space—which they both greatly provided and it made the longing just much more special once they were face to face. This marriage includes two beings in the end and not the added inputs.

Luca’s heading up the multi-level home, the dining table glass underneath the floral runner is shining and a can of glass spray is sitting on the edge of the table letting Luca know that it’s just been cleaned. Up ahead at the kitchen, there’s a candle flickering on one of the counters and that’s what’s holding a pine aroma along with a new citrus smell from a plug-in lingering nearby. The house is shockingly quiet and he expected if she were on some cleaning kick that there had to be either some instrumental or synth-pop playlist going on but that was not the case.

He peeks into the living room, eyeing her usual style of antique furniture and the wide ajar arched bathroom door tucked in the corner. He also spots a few reusable bags tossed on the cognac leather loveseat he helped pick out years ago, reminding him that he needed to check the fridge out later. Right now? He just wanted to find her. She was not in this part of the house and not sitting up on the nook crocheting with strong incense potentially burning her eyes or anything like that, which sat across from the dining area so Luca decides to head downstairs.

The first hallway he turns down, leaving his things back by the bottom of the stairs. He always felt like the downstairs was closed off from upstairs despite the white walls and hears the light beeping from the washing machine. He opens the dryer first, feeling the clean scented and warm sheets against his skin before tossing them into a rolling bin on the right then dividing the damp clothes into the dryer and hanging them up. Leaving the laundry room and around the corner to the movie room, he spots her stretched out in front of the white and wooden couch, sleeping against a balled up arm on the cool tile floor surrounded by screws and a large box that had a hole big enough to fit a foot in the center of it.

Small laughter bubbles past his lips as he squats down to get a good look at what she has going on. He loves to watch her sleep and absolutely not in a creepy way! Yet there’s no other way to make that sound less creepy besides the fact that she’s his wife! but he enjoys seeing this view in person because she appears to be at the most peace. It’s the little things like this: watching her shut the curtain to the outside world out for a while to get the rest she needed made her look even prettier to Luca. Her sharp features are still prominent in her slumber, square jaw, brown high glowy cheekbones still showcasing in the dim of the white room, and his eyes then drift to her moisturized full plump lips that are luring him in to be kissed—which erupts that thought with a snarl of a snore.

His glimmering eyes hold amusement at the interruption of admiring his wife’s features yet his brows curve in disturbance at the sound. A flat palm goes to her sweater covered shoulder, squeezing a bit before going to rub the length of her arm. They were both pretty light sleepers but with the info given to him hours prior, it takes a bit more touches to get her to wake.

She blinks harshly after flinging her body upwards, “ugh, Luca! Glad it’s you and not my sleep paralysis demon deciding to come collect me.”

He hasn’t heard her speak of paralysis in some time although he knows this is a joke—somewhat—there’s a flick of worry in his blues that he’s sure she doesn’t miss.

Luca tilts his head at this, “I’m just happy to hear that you haven’t fallen asleep with your contacts in again. And that I can confirm that I am not something from the depths of hell at least not right now, the day is still bright for you. But…your voice box is a bit questionable, babe.”

That’s exactly the kind of thing a woman wants to wake up and hear from a loved one! For as long as she’s known Luca and made him her husband, this doesn’t surprise her that he always says what’s exactly on his mind—whether she wants to hear it or not.

“I know, I know,” she replies groggily with a rub to one of her eyes, “I sound like fucking E.T. phone home right now but what am I gonna do?”

Luca shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly although his reply is sarcastic, “dunno. Maybe make an appointment to see a doctor and actually relax on your break, yeah? Just a thought.”

She’s running a hand over her once sleek bun and squints, “I wasn’t expecting you till May…”

“Great deflection wife,” Luca sits down beside her and crosses his ankles over each other while folding his arms, “Lox told me you were under the weather and I took some of my personal days a bit early instead to get here.”

She’s breathing heavily as she reaches over to playfully slap the blond’s thigh, “aw, husband! But your sister and I are definitely going to have words next time we speak. I told her, it’s fine to tell everyone’s else’s business but mine.”

It’s humorous looking back on the blossoming relationship between his wife and little sister Loxley. Loxley was currently in her early twenties and always been a force for as long as Luca could remember. She’s always been a huge pain in his arse and had a habit of making his girlfriend’s hate her. She’s also always been the drama queen and had dreams of being in theatre until she fell in love with journalism instead. Yes she did a few broadway shows but it was the writing that really stole her attention and gossiping (which led to a few bar brawls) if we’re being quite honest. It took some time but once Lox realized that she was truly the one for her brother, Lox learned to love her too.

Mostly it was a battle of, “did you talk to your wife today? No?! Can’t believe I’ve beat you to it, again! even with the shitty WiFi at sea. Careful Ca-Lu she might fall in love with me instead.”

Luca snorts, “‘course you did. So what’s wrong besides the unusual disturbing voice?”

Straight-faced she says, “just a cold.”

“That’s been going on for about two weeks?”

“So now you’re in my business too?” The woman sasses with an accusing finger.

Luca rolls his eyes with a scoff, “I don’t know if you know this but…that’s part of the task of being your husband and I don’t really care if you like it or not. Your problem is that you don’t know how to just sit down when you have the chance. You’ve been on go since New Years—

He starts and he doesn’t realize that maybe a bit of a trigger for the woman. The way her head snaps to him at the mention of the holiday should have been enough of a giveaway. Long story short: Luca planned to fly to Chicago a few months ago to spend New Years with his wife along with his mum and sister who were also spending it with his wife and wife’s immediate family. She spent Christmas in Copenhagen, He spent Thanksgiving with his wife’s family in North Carolina and the year prior in London. New Year’s Eve was his wife’s favorite holiday and although it wasn’t a big deal to Luca…it became one when The former Queen of Denmark and her royal family requested a private meal at Brimstone’s Gate.

Surely this was a massive deal and his wife knew that, she had to accept it because she knew it would be huge for the restaurant Luca put his everything into. However she had her moments where she felt like she had the right to be selfish. After all they were a couple that didn’t live in the same household or even the same country! These were the choices they made. Yes she just saw him days ago before New Years but it’s not like they didn’t plan this out months in advance knowing that her break from her contract was up that same month in December.

“Well excuse me if I like to keep busy when I have an entire house to myself that you could have helped occupy for at least a little while.” Flies out of her mouth as she turns her body to the side, reaching for the instruction paper once more.

Luca scans the profile of his wife and can feel the defense wall coming up, “Right…which is why coming a few days earlier is my way to make up for that time lost. It’s unfortunate that you’ve fallen ill though but I’ll get you back in shape.”

It was the effort that counted.

She dares a side glance at him and deeply exhaled through her congested nostrils that it almost sounds like little whistles, “help me build this table.”

Luca shakes his head and pulls one arm out to pull at her wrist, “after you nap first. I know you’re still cross with me and that cold is surely kicking your butt although you won’t admit it. I just want you to take care of yourself and if you don’t? I will.”

‘And us.’ He thinks to himself.

The woman is slowly budging as she fights back a yawn but keeps her mouth closed. Luca sends her a knowing glance as he pulls her to rest in his lap, using his bicep as a pillow, which he uses to his advantage to curl her upwards to peck her cheek and then her jaw. He wanted her lips but he also didn’t want to catch what she has so this will do for now.

“Wait a minute,” she says after his lips leaves her skin, “did you just call me ugly?”

Luca lets out a long groan which makes her cackle at how easily she annoyed him, although he claims that he has so much patience!

“I’d never and you know that, Tania.” Luca informs as he uses her name.

And she almost forgets how good it sounds coming from his lips in person. Since she was the considerate type, she didn’t plant one on him just then and snuggled back into his arm with her back to him.

Tania hums as she closes her heavy eyes, “Don’t let me sleep more than thirty.”

Luca didn’t need to take that request but to save her some peace of mind he agreed. He lasted forty five of those minutes before his ass started to ache thanks to the tiled floor. Swiftly he managed to lift Tania and himself to his feet, placing her onto the couch and wrapping a cow-printed blanket over her while she still snored away. The blond laughs to himself some more, glancing at the unmade table and the time on his phone before leaving the woman briefly.

Luca takes the time to grab his things by the stairs and heads down the other hallway to the main bedroom, placing his things back on the floor in front of the bed. He doesn’t spend much time looking around in there since Tania wasn’t in it but the space feels comfy just standing in it again. Luca’s sure once the night falls, he may feel more at ease since he gets to share this space with his wife for awhile.

So he leaves that at the back of his mind to scope out the kitchen. No shock there to find it fully stocked, which is a contrast to his own space. He was sure to have everything he needed to make biscuits or some type of pastry but never anything to make a full meal. That wasn’t his speciality—plus there were plenty of restaurants that saved him time—and he also wasn’t sure if you ate but with a cold your appetite is usually trash anyway.

He settles for making Tania’s tea.

Her iron kettle has quite the weight to it and he chuckles to himself remembering her modeling it off as she sent him pictures one fall season. She was too excited to get this purchase to have tea while discussing podcasts with her girls and cousins once out of the month whenever she was off contract.

Now here he was filling it up and finds a green tea box in one of the cabinets. He’s always known that Moroccan Mint tea was usually more Tania’s speed but it appeared that the only tea she had was Ethiopian. As he waits for the water to squeal, he clasps his hands behind his back getting lost in the thought of it all.

And before long, he’s quickly pulled back to the kettle. Picking up the iron, ignoring the scorch against his skin as he rests it on another eye on the stove before grabbing a ceramic mug that’s printed with a green chicken on the face of it. He picks it up again to peek at the contents underneath it, which reads scripted words in Italian. He can only picture Tania going through the little shops or markets in Italy to purchase this grandma inspired dish.

The steamed water brushes past his face as he pours, the tea bag plunks into the water and he’s searching for a teaspoon to fully submerge it. It doesn’t take him long to find the utensils, guessing that it’s in the drawer that’s underneath the espresso machine she barely uses, he leaves the spoon in the mug before going back into the fridge on the left for an orange, then to the right to the overhead cabinet for sweetener.

No honey?

“Brown rice syrup?” Luca quirks up his brows at that not expecting her to like the taste of this toasty butterscotch sweetener and lifts his shoulders, “it’s your tea.”

A teaspoon of syrup, rid of the teabag since she hated for the teabag to sit too long—Luca was the complete opposite and a slice of Orange to top it off was the answer to Tania’s tea.

When he’s getting closer to the movie room, he’s hearing Tania blowing her nose away, sounding like an elephant before he makes his presence known.

“For you, Milady.” He greets holding the mug down to her, “or should I say my own personal trumpet.”

She rolls her eyes as she carefully reaches for the tea, “shut up before I throw my snot rag at you.”

“Ew, You’re much nicer when you’re not looking like SpongeBob with the suds.”

“Aha! So you do think I’m ugly.” She sips at the tea and is visibly relaxed.

Luca throws his hands up into the air then plops beside the woman once more, shoulders touching as he awaits for some commentary while weighing the bolts in his hands.

“Not to sound shallow but…if I’m the sexy pastry chef and you’re the goddess at sea chef then what does that equal?” Luca playfully tapped at his chin.

Tania lets the tea burn her throat as she wheezes out, “two chefs that ate.”

“There’s my girl,” Luca winks, “I know that cold cloud didn’t completely wreck your brain and think I would ever belittle your looks…especially when I’m always after your heart anyways.”

Tania blows out a horn that replicates the sound of a foghorn which makes Luca burst out laughing, “you were doing so well until you decided to be corny.”

“That was actually impressive,” Luca continues laughing, “and you only have yourself to blame since you wont quit with this talk of the ugly.”

Tania pops her tongue, “I like bothering you face to face and I can’t kiss you yet so this is my best bet. Deal with it Hodgson.”

Luca rolls his head to stare at the beaming woman underneath his eyelashes with a sigh, “as you wish—only this time—Mrs. Hodgson.”

And she’s cradling the mug in the space of her crossed legs, which isn’t the best idea but she’s not getting up to place it on the laptop corner desk that was in the back of the room. That was too much work but she was determined to get this movie room table up with the help of her husband.

With a smile like that? Luca couldn’t say no.

He has the instructions in his hands while Tania already had the tools separated by category.

“Ah this doesn’t seem too hard.” Luca blew out a raspberry while Tania looked to the side to sip her tea, “what was that?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me, Tanny.” Luca keeps his gaze on the furniture piece, “you’re doing that thing where you’re peering off into the distance to some imaginary audience.”

Tania shakes her head, “I did no such thing! I root for my man and always gonna stick beside ‘em.”

Luca snorts as he brushes his mixture of dark and honey blond hair from falling into his view, “until I fuck this up and you send pics to your dad who will point and laugh and probably call me a failure for not knowing how to build this table.”

“Noooo!” Tania fights back a laugh at how well Luca had it figured out, “…that’s more your dad.”

The two share a glance before snickering.

“That makes more sense, yeah?”

Tania nods as she raises the steaming mug, “with the power of this tea and your delicious hands…nothing can stop us!”

Which ends with Tania almost coughing up a lung.

“Jesus! Keep sipping that tea, babe.” Luca reaches out to rub her thigh now as he’s squatting again.

Tania fans her hand about but does so while Luca gets to his feet to slide the top of the table towards their work space.

“How’d you get this up and down all these stairs?” Luca suddenly asked after feeling the weight of the table top, there were a set of stairs to get into the home, three stairs to the right of the entry way, and two sets of stairs to get to the lower level of the home.

Tania pushes up her bicep, “I’m secretly an Amazon warrior.”

“Who pulled a hamstring from chasing after a fortune cookie on the ground.” Luca mutters.

Tania scrunches up her lips, “but did I eat it though? Exactly. Still a warrior in my own right.”

The man sighs, “fine keep that secret to yourself then.”

“I will.” She wiggles in her seat in satisfaction.

Luca quietly gets to work then as Tania sips at her tea before stretching for the remote to turn the tv on to search for a random playlist. Before Tania can select her daylist, she feels Luca place some tools into her lap before he grabs the main part that’s going to hold the table top up.

“Can I run something by you?” He gently asks as he works on screwing the bolts into place.

Tania folds one arm against her torso while resting the elbow of the other on top as she cradles her tea, “sure you can, bub. What’s on your mind?”

“…you don’t know this but I’ve been feeling a lot ever since I missed out on New Years. Although we talked it through then and it still holds weight now which I understand…Queen Margrethe II told me something that gave a better perspective.” Luca starts while Tania nods along to show that she’s listening.

Sometimes Luca goes quiet to build suspense, which irritates Tania but taking in the expression on his face she can tell that what he’s thinking is serious business. She feels like she should hold her breath waiting on his next words but her chest urges her not to do that so she chooses to wait it out.

She could get to building like she originally set out to do today but she was sure she would mess it up now, just hearing the tick of seconds that go by on the clock on the main floor upstairs. Shout out to nerves!

“I left Brimstone’s gate.” He lets the bomb drop.

Tania exhales, “but you love BSG. Did something happen?”

“Things are meant to end to begin…which is part of what the queen told me.” Luca winks at you, “I want to be wherever you are and it seems like that’s Chicago…well for six months anyway.”

Tania is blinking rapidly, “I—Lu. I have to say I was not expecting this. You leaving Copenhagen for Chicago?”

“For us.” Luca rephrases, “which is why I wanted to run it by you just to see if that’s potentially something we can both try? Full-time. It’s not our routine but I’ve got some interviews lined up next week.”

It seems like he’s already thought this through. Never has Tania ever pressured Luca to be where she’s at or vice versa, being on different sides of the world worked—although at times it was certainly a challenge but now this was a big change. Tania got her culinary experience out in Mexico City at just nineteen (her family was reluctant to let her go considering she was the baby of the family but it turned out to be the best thing for her) before she took on the internship at Noma where she met a focused but blunt Luca and a socially awkward yet observant Carmy.

Sure it was all fun and games at the start but all that mattered because they were still standing after all these years. It was scary to think Luca gave up something he was geuniely passionate about. He was the main one out of the trio that found something in Copenhagen…it was what Chicago was for Tania. Yes she was born here but raised in the south yet she’s been in Chicago for quite some time that in a sense she wanted to build something here and was on her own.

She just had pieces of Luca when he visited and now something’s shifted.

“I don’t want you to regret doing this.”

Luca rolls his eyes, “I’m not worried. Life’s about trial and error, yeah? I’m not big on plan B’s as you know…And it’s not about being ready either, I’ve been ready since I said ‘I do,’ we were always on temporary different paths but that still led us to each other.”

“Like always,” Tania grins with a shake of her head at how many times they scraped money to catch flights back to each other—when they were speaking to each other and fighting for this relationship.

Oh you should have seen Tania and Luca in their early twenties! They were the definition of a perfect mess.

Carmy was the first to leave to New York to live with his cousin for some time, gaining the opportunity to work at a three Michelin star restaurant. Luca was offered a position at Noma which he ended up enjoying for a few years before he eventually moved on to BSG whereas Tania spent time back in her first love of culinary out in Mexico City, which led to Dubai, and Brazil and Copenhagen before ultimately deciding on being a travel chef might be her best bet. To do that on a big ass boat was even more of a mind-blowing opportunity! She didn’t like being confined to one space yet she had news of her own.

“Which brings me to this move. I don’t plan on getting rid of you at all.” Luca continues.

Tania dramatically sighs, “oh husband, you always say the right words.”

Luca snickers, “what I mean is: I took a vow, you’re my wife who I’m madly in love with and what may have worked for us then let’s me know that we can truly start what were meant to be now and maybe that’s me being here in Chicago permanently. You’ll have to show me what all the hype is since it’s apparently the best city in the world.”

Tania can’t wipe the smile off her face. Part of her wanted to think the worse, that someone got into her husband’s head to make him feel a way about them being apart for so long. However there shouldn’t be any doubts because they knew what they put into this relationship and what they wanted out of this marriage.

Each other.

Always.

Tania speaks, “I didn’t re-sign the contract.”

Luca flicks his attention to the dark haired woman in front of him and she holds his stare, “you’re supposed to be heading back in June?”

Which was the usual.

“I know and I’m supposed to have everything finalized by late March.”

Luca rubs at his jaw in thought, “did mum and Lox know about this?”

Tania laughs, “Now you know if they knew then you would have also known.”

This was true. His mum was bad at keeping secrets and Lox, as you all already know was the biggest gossip. Now Luca was thinking some things himself.

“What drove your decision?”

Tania sighs, “the boat life is tired now…maybe we can revisit when we’re our parents ages or retired.”

Luca thinks out loud, “I think I’d be a golfer and want to get a vacation home in Key west.”

Tania cringes, “yuck.”

“What are you on about?” Luca huffs.

“You don’t even like Pickleball Lu and Florida of all places? Why not Costa Rica? Or the Bahamas?”

He wasn’t sure how pickleball correlated with golf but he wanted to keep in shape even when he aged so he let it slide.

“That’s only because that fucking—excuse my French—geezer made me scrape my knees that one time in front of everyone!” Luca was clearly still frustrated over this, “Don’t you know I almost lost a shoe because of that granda?!”

Tania hides her giggle, “he meant no harm!”

“Bullocks! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was trying to impress you.”

Tania tilts her head to the side not recalling any of that, granted she was a little tipsy off the spritz so that was her excuse. “Well…he was very handsome for a sixty-five year old who clocked you talking shit.”

“I wasn’t talking shit!”

“Didn’t you say you’re gonna take it easy on the geezer, didn’t want him to break a hip before you kissed me?” Tania frowns as she tells Luca this, “He definitely heard you with his gorgeous self. He looked like a mix of alexander skarsgård and Payman Maadi, I remember that! And I’d let him give me lessons any time.”

Luca glares at the woman, “oh yeah? Maybe you should call him and see if he’ll put this table together for you then.”

Tania’s cooing now as she reaches to pinch Luca’s cheeks together, “easy bub, I know who I married.”

“Damn straight.” Luca dipped his head to peck the sides of Tania’s fingers, “I just wanted to make sure you knew.”

The room is tense as the pair meet each other’s eyes until Tania pulls a face. Luca scrunches his brows until she jerks her body away to let out a loud sneeze. “Sorry, moment’s ruined.”

“There’ll be plenty more now.” Luca grins before turning his attention back to the furniture, “so…the married couple is back in Chicago.”

Thankfully Tania could afford to take a longer break for some time before looking for employment elsewhere and Luca was already getting adjusted to what this city can bring. He briefly brings his attention back to the woman who suddenly decides to chug the rest of the tea, before standing over Luca to climb into his lap.

Her limbs are wrapped around him like a sloth and Luca loves how she feels against him, so soft, warm, and his. He doesn’t hesitate to embrace her back, rubbing and scratching at her back as she rocks them slowly back and forth. He can hear her smiling as she squeezes herself tighter to him as if he’s a dream that’ll pass her by and Luca feels like the piece Chicago’s been missing.

“Don’t breathe after this,” Tania says as she pulls back to grip Luca’s face, “this life i’ll give to be lived and loved by you?”

Luca smiles at the mention of their motto, hands resting on Tania’s hips and teases, “eh, i guess I’ll accept. Been around long enough, so why not?”

And he follows through this time with instruction as Tania quickly pecks his lips before sinking into a hug once more, resting her chin into his broad shoulder.

It was safe to say that this new adventure was the start of a new era for the two. Without love, choices, without purpose, and growth you’ll never know what each chapter holds.

Tania and Luca Hodgson were willing to find out as long as they knew they could look over and see the reassurance in each other’s eyes.

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What to do what to do

Tldr; before I become consumed by the Monhun brainworms again come Wilds I want to move operations to a proper sideblog because:

1) tumblr never implemented account switching and it’s mad annoying to log in and out

2) I'm not allowed to make my real account an admin of this blog and operate that way bc this is a “main” blog. Lame.

Otherwise, just tossing up the question of if I should delete this blog (bc I dislike having an unused account) or keep it up as some sort of archive, since I know people hate when somewhat popular blogs go deactivated. Original post got long so under the cut it goes;

It's been awhile as you can see, but tbh I haven't been "present" much on social media in general. I closed out my last semester of college (yay) so it's been rough for the better part of the past year as I went through the torture gauntlet that is exams and graduation, and another internship. Anyhow this blog is 5 years old woagh, but I haven't actually posted anything related to the story or characters introduced here in like, 3 years.

For this blog in particular, a decently-sized conundrum is that it's not a true sideblog but a separate account, and since Tunglr never made it easy to switch between accounts, its really annoying to log in and out so much (the rest of my blogs are attached to my main account now). Aside that, i've had enough of Wilds' marketing (i'm already sold and don't need to see more tbh) so I haven't been engaging a ton with monhun news and posts recently. In the meantime I was thinking of just making a MH sideblog of the same name for its original purpose of a place to spill my dumb thoughts/screenshots/ocs/whatever (one that's not so out of reach).

The question is what to do with this one; I tend to keep as few accounts as possible so I have no issue deleting it, but i'm also not normal when it comes to art and sure some would be opposed to this blog vanishing. I could compromise and make this one one of those "-archive" blogs for now if that's the case? (For more clarity I never abandon my fanfic stories/ocs if you're thinking you'll never see Surah and the like again. I tend to rotate between a couple casts of characters as my vidyagame interest shifts, bc making fanart and stories for the same series forever is a fast track to boredom and burnout. That also means No, you still can’t repost the art here or use the characters, those are still mine).

One last thing I guess is that the old "ask-a-monster" blog community/phenomenon actually went extinct a long time ago, this blog was set up the way it is for nostalgia mostly. I was planning on making note of all my unanswered asks here for prompts/inspo, but I don't see myself leaning as heavily into in-character asks ever again (with MH characters and anyone else).. It's been fun for character-writing purposes but as the fate of all the ask-blogs tells, building around it is a lot of work and always tends to fall off after a couple years. Heck, it wasn't even supposed to have so many ask posts in the first place (but don't get me wrong, it was still fun and I learned quite a bit). I’ll probably get around to posting the actual writing I’ve done that fills in some of the story gaps, but elsewhere (or in whatever new side location) as I’d rather put the blog to rest as-is than try to revive/reboot it when I'm not too keen on jumping back and forth.

No idea how many people are actually gonna read all this so I'll add this old Surah wip as compensation

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #7

Prompt: “You’re A Jerk When You’re Sick”

Fandom/OCs: Rockstar ‘verse OCs (Vic)

Words: 2360

Sicknario inspo: Intentionally getting sick from this post and keeping someone company when they’re sick from this post. 

CW: Lots of swearing and general crass “locker room” talk but nothing explicitly s*xual. 

Author’s comments/background: One of my favorite things I wrote this year, and the next thing I write will also probably be for this AU. I was quite happy with how the banter came out and just loved being able to apply this scenario so flawlessly. Again, the prompt basically wrote itself, I just leant it some OCs and extra words. 

For those that recall my previous Rockstar fic from Sicktember last year, (or want to check it out here) this is set prior to Vic meeting Addison, but not much prior. This was probably the last time he got sick before meeting her, though I don’t have an official timeline for them at the moment. 

Same disclaimer as prior, I have no experience with the music industry whatsoever, so forgive any glaring errors if they exist. 

~~~***~~~

He had sat through plenty of recording sessions before, but this felt like the longest one of his life. Vic tried not to be too obvious as he checked his watch yet again. They should have finished more than an hour ago, and Chinese takeout was calling his name. He did his best not to glare at every single person in the room, but he was mad at each of them, whether they deserved it or not. 

He idly wondered why he was in such a bad mood. He used to love recording when he first got into all this. It was the place he felt the most like himself, the place he could ignore everyone else and just focus on the music. He’d sat through one too many sessions apparently, though, and he couldn’t stand one more minute of hearing other people’s opinions about his music. He just wanted to be alone for a while. 

He was about to mumble something along those lines to Fletcher, but was annoyed with himself when he turned to Fletcher's usual seat and Fletcher was not there, as had been the case for the last two days. He'd never been jealous of someone for having a cold before, but today he was. Fletcher was probably sitting at home in the peace and quiet, watching TV or snacking or doing whatever he damn well pleased. Which is exactly what Vic wanted to be doing. 

Then, Vic had an idea. He COULD be doing that… if he got sick too. And finding a way to see Fletcher would be an easy way to catch something… if he was actually willing to go that far. 

But was he? It was certainly a convenient time. The only things on his calendar for the next few days were publicity bullsh*t. And more goddamn recording. Which he could make up whenever. But was he actually considering going to another man's house and finding a way to infect himself with that man's germs? He glanced over to see the producer yelling at one of the sound techs. Yes, he decided. He was ready to do anything to get away for a few days. 

The rest of the session was a blur as he was lost in planning his great escape and psyching himself up for what he needed to do. He had a ready-made excuse to get himself into Fletcher’s apartment: Vic was already planning to get Chinese food, and he could easily pick some up for his sick buddy, especially since Fletcher loved Chinese more than anyone he knew. No, getting in the door would be the easy part. What came after that, though, required mental preparation. 

~~~

He was at Fletcher's door less than an hour after bolting from the studio, two greasy takeout bags in hand. He had to knock several times before the door opened, which made him panic a little, thinking his friend had gone somewhere else to recover. But the sick man finally appeared, clearly having been woken from sleep and none-too-happy about it. 

"The f*ck d'you want?" the Brit groused, rubbing his red eyes. "I was sound asleep, ya twat."

"Nice to see you too. You might wanna rethink how you greet someone who's bringing you food."

"Why the hell would you do that? You bloody well know I'm f*ckin' sick." Still, he eyed the bags hungrily. A helpful breeze blew the smell of the hot food right toward him, and Vic hoped he could smell it, though judging by his congested voice he probably couldn't.

"Obviously I know you're sick, that's why I'm doing it. I wanted to check on you, make sure you're doing okay. Also, has anyone ever told you you're a jerk when you're sick? Because you are."

"I'm always a jerk. And ya could've called before walking your ass to my door, wanker." 

"We basically just got out of the session. Didn't have much chance to call."

"Oh, so there was no chance at all to give a ring during the half hour wait for the food? Right, mate. I'll believe that." Fletcher rolled his eyes, but Vic could tell he was pleased. 

"Oh shut up. Ya gonna invite me in or what?"

The other man looked confused now. "No need for that. It's a f*ckin' biohazard zone in here. I feel f*ckin' disgusting. I know I look it too. Wouldn't want you to catch anything. I'll just take it." He held out his hand for the bags. 

Vic was persistent and didn't relinquish his hold. "I was actually planning to eat with you. I don't care about your germs, and I don't wanna deal with all the traffic back to my place before I get to eat. And like I said, I wanted to check on you. Keep you company for a bit."

Fletcher rolled his eyes again. "You're a strange one, mate. But whatever. Suit yourself. Just don't cry to me when you've caught this in a day or two."

"Oh I definitely won't," Vic thought to himself as he followed his friend inside. He made sure to be the one to close the door, grabbing the doorknob as soon as the other man let go, then nonchalantly rubbing his hand across his nose when Fletcher's back was turned. Everyone knows doorknobs are the place to start if you want to catch something. Speaking of which, the bathroom was his next target. The cleanliness of the bathroom in this apartment was questionable on the best day. Today Vic was certain it would be the perfect place to ensure his plan came to fruition. 

He set the bags of food on the coffee table as Fletcher flopped back onto the couch, where he'd clearly been spending a lot of time. Vic slid one of the bags to him. 

"I got you the beef and broccoli. And egg rolls obviously. Extra sweet and sour."

"Winner. Thanks for bringing this, by the way. If I haven't said that already." Fletcher took the food eagerly, looking pleased as he surveyed the contents.

"You're welcome. You'd do the same for me."

"No I bloody well wouldn't. The hell are you on about?"

"You're right," Vic laughed. "It just seemed like the thing to say I guess. Mind if I use the loo? Gotta piss like a racehorse."

"I'd piss outside with the bears if I were you. You don't wanna go in there. Ain't been cleaned since I got sick. And don't say loo, you sound like a tool."

"There's no bears in the city, assface," Vic replied. As if it were an afterthought, he picked up the mess of used tissues from the table, giving Fletcher a look as he gingerly began to carry them to the bathroom with him.

"Leave 'em. I was gonna take care of 'em."

"Well I'm not about to eat with them next to my food," Vic retorted. "Just shut up and eat."

He left the swear-y Brit muttering to himself about idiot Americans as he shut himself in the bathroom. 

He did dispose of the tissues, but not before thoroughly running his hands over them, feeling very strange as he did so. He reflexively cringed away as a finger hit a particularly wet spot, but upon further consideration, he rubbed that hand under and around his nose again, feeling dirty somehow. For the final touch, he grabbed a water cup from beside the sink which still held a few ounces of water, likely from the last time Fletcher had taken medicine. Trying not to think about what he was doing, he put his mouth right where his friend's had been and swallowed down the rest of the water, though he couldn't keep from making a face. Feeling thoroughly skeevy, but grimly satisfied that the deed was done, he actually used the toilet (because he really did have to piss) and pretended to wash his hands. 

Fletcher was steadily eating when he reemerged, but the sick man was clearly hampered by his dripping nose and kept scrubbing it into his shoulder or against his wrist. He really didn't look well and Vic felt sorry for him. 

"You need a water or anything?" Vic asked.

"Just sit the f*ck down and eat, Jesus. You're acting like a pussy."

Vic rolled his eyes but did as he was told, grabbing his own food at last. "I'm just trying to help. You seem pretty sick. Are you sure you're okay?"

He expected another smart-ass reply but Fletcher finally sighed. "I'm hanging in. Lila's been checking on me, making sure I have stuff. It's only a cold. I just like to piss and moan."

"Well that's good at least. Hopefully that means you're back at work soon. The sessions are such a drag when you're gone."

"Damn right they are. Has Sam pulled his head out of his ass about the new tracks yet?"

They delved into shop talk from there until they had both finished eating. Vic made his exit shortly thereafter, since Fletcher was clearly ready to get some more sleep once his stomach was full. Vic tried not to think much about what he'd done as he drove home, though a sense of shame continued to linger. Still, a few days off, days when he wouldn't even have to leave his bed if he didn't want to, would be well worth anything he was feeling right now. 

~~~

Two mornings later, he was thrilled when he woke up with a sore throat and an itchy nose, and he had to keep from smiling to himself as the cold developed nicely through the rest of the day. By evening his breaths were distinctly phlegmy, breathing through his nose was a lost cause, and he was catching more than a few stray sneezes into his elbow. Even the budding sinus headache didn't dampen his mood. He made it a point to make a big deal about his symptoms to anyone nearby so no one would be surprised when he canceled his obligations for the next few days. 

The morning after that, he woke up with the same disgusting cold he'd seen on Fletcher earlier in the week, and he wasted no time in calling everyone to say he would not be around for a few days, making sure to sound as sick as possible, which wasn't a difficult feat in his current state. He really did feel shitty and gross, but he could be home and feel shitty and gross. He could sleep and watch TV and play video games all he wanted. He needed that more than he could possibly express. 

His phone ringing interrupted that first languid afternoon. He shook himself awake from his most recent nap, expecting to ignore the call, but wanting to check who it was just in case. He frowned upon seeing Fletcher's name on the screen and decided to answer. 

"Oy! Where you at? They said you're sick, that true?"

"Yep, it's true," Vic sniffled. 

"Well shite. It's not what I have, is it?"

"I dunno. Maybe. I don't think I was around anyone else that's been sick." 

"Aww hell. Tough luck, that."

"It's whatever. I guess a cold was coming for me one way or another."

"Oh it's coming, all right. It ain't no cold though, mate. I have some kind of flu."

An icy finger of worry slid down Vic's spine. "Oh crap," the singer croaked.

"Got that right. Lila had to bring me to the hospital the day after I saw you. Started feeling strange the next day, couldn't stay awake and all spinny. I was burning by the time I saw Lila. Had a fever of 104 when we got to the hospital. They kept me overnight for safety. You had a fever at all?"

"No," Vic said weakly. "I don't think so anyway."

"Well if you caught what I have you will. Best keep an eye on that."

"But you're feeling better now, right?" Vic asked desperately. "You're back at the studio today."

"Hell no. I feel like hot garbage. Wearin' a sweater for the damn chills. Can still barely stay awake. I can't afford to miss any more work, though. And they were begging me. I had to."

"Well shit," Vic mumbled. "That's just great."

"Hey, you were the one that chose to come into my place. I told you not to cry when you got sick. But I wanted to call and warn you. Sounds like your fate is already sealed, though."

"Sounds like it," Vic sighed. "I appreciate the warning anyway. Hope you feel better soon, Fletch."

"You too. Cheers." 

The line went dead, and Vic let the phone fall, staggering to his feet as his head throbbed with sinus pressure. He scrambled to locate the thermometer in the medicine cabinet, popping it into his mouth immediately. He fearfully checked the screen when it beeped, but he was only at 99.0. Not really a fever… yet. 

He shuffled his way back to the couch and flopped down with a wheezy sigh. His best hope was that he caught a milder version of what Fletcher had, but now he would need to be checking his temperature regularly. He had no Lila to look in on him, no roommates, no one that would think to check on him, at least for a few days. He was on his own, for better or worse. Generally, that was how he preferred it. He had never considered before that living alone could be dangerous, though.  

But for now he was okay. For now, it just felt like a cold, and maybe it wouldn't progress beyond that. He let himself relax, and the sleepy fog of sickness was quick to cover him again. He had paid a price for this free time, and he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

[sakamaki-richter]

@fruit-of-infidelity tagged me in a character inspiration post but i’m saying FUCK THE FORMAT IM RAMBLING ABT MY INSPOS FOR RICHTER BC YOU GAVE ME THE OPPORTUNITY 🫵🫵 (here’s the template for anyone who wants it tho. but i’ll also tag @ask-cordelia-sakamaki — either for your oc, or if you have inspo for cordie that you’d like to share <3 i adore the way you write)

ANYWAYS! RAMBLES UNDER DA CUT!

first and foremost. i don’t actually have any real inspiration for the way i write richter??? at least none that i’m conscious of! mostly it’s just i adopt a completely different writing style to convey the way i see richter in my head. however i do have one fanfic author that consistently influences my writing.

eloha on ao3— their writing is so intimate & purposeful and it’s genuinely beautiful to read?? everything is so smooth, & feels very personal no matter what the situation is. (i havent read any of their stuff in a while though; rip </3 )

ANYWAY NOW I GET TO RAMBLE ABT HOW RICHTER IS IN MY HEAD & WHY I WRITE HIM THE WAY THAT I DO. also i probably write him pretty ooc than he is in canon but i truly dont gaf BAHAHHS. /lh

most of the scenes we see of richter are him just being like. raunchy and skeezy. so i don’t particularly change that— i just write it differently than rejet so it at least sounds pretty whenever he’s doing some fucked shit. but i also just adore like. general vampire aesthetics. particularly their speech patterns, and how every movement they make seems buttery smooth its SICKLY. so i write richter that way. <3 like you know he’s big and bad. you know that absolutely nothing good comes from being with him no matter how close you are. but the smooth sway his hand makes when he points. the way he tilts his head so very sweetly whenever he’s asking (telling) you to do something. EUGH i wanna make everything he does sound pretty when you read it none of you understand.

OH ALSO I LIED I DO HAVE A SINGULAR INSPO I JUST REMEMBERED. (there’s surely more, but you know. whatever). august ruthven! from vanitas no carte! you all have seen me yell and scream abt him a lot and how he and richter are the same to me but REALLY. I MEAN IT. he also inspired the version of richter i have in my head <3 because rejet made him and abandoned him and i’m delusional.

i love tragic vampire lords okay. i love vampire royalty i love it when they’re in pain i love it when they hide things & i love love love it when they’re pretty & manipulative. so that’s richter in my head. yeah. ALSO HIHI @fruit-of-infidelity I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT THE WAY YOU WRITE RICHTER MAKES MY BRAIN BRRRR SO YOURE INSPO ALSO 🫂 YOU WRITE HIM VV NICELY AND IM JEALOUS PLS GIMME YOUR BRAIN.

SO IDK IF I REALLY TOOK MUCH INSPIRATION FROM THINGS— but i really just adopt an entirely different writing style and bend the way richter already is in canon. idk when writing him i need to make sure i can capture all his pretty angles. so i can make him look beautiful when his mind is all broken and he’s all hallucinating and delusional. he deserves the best <3

here’s a classic case of whin ignoring the prompt & rambling abt their own thing. oopsie :)

[starheirxero]

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[shenanigumi]

The Hakuouki cast as Panic! at the Disco songs

Yukimura Chizuru: Nine in the Afternoon [honorable mention for High Hopes] Hijikata Toshizo: (Fuck a) Silver Lining Okita Souji: Victorious Saito Hajime: The Good, the Bad, and the Dirty Toudou Heisuke: Turn Off the Lights Harada Sanosuke: Pas de Cheval Nagakura Shinpachi: One of the Drunks Sanan Keisuke: Oh Glory Yamazaki Susumu: King of the Clouds Iba Hachiro: Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met…) Souma Kazue: C’mon Sakamoto Ryouma: Hallelujah Kazama Chikage: Emperor’s New Clothes

Amagiri Kyuju: Impossible Year Ibuki Ryunosuke: That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed) Inoue Genzaburo: She’s a Handsome Woman Itou Kashitaro: LA Devotee Kimigiku: Northern Downpour Kondou Isami: Dying in LA Miki Saburo: Vegas Lights Motoyama Kotaro: Behind the Sea Nagumo Kaoru: Let’s Kill Tonight Nakaoka Shintaro: Say Amen (Saturday Night) Nomura Risaburo: Do You Know What I’m Seeing? Sen: I Write Sins Not Tragedies Serizawa Kamo: Crazy=Genius Shimada Kai: I Have Friends in Holy Spaces Shiranui Kyo: New Perspective Takeda Kanryusai: Girl That You Love Yukimura Kodo: Camisado

Bonus: Routes/Pairings

HijiChi: The End of All Things OkiChi: Kaleidoscope Eyes SaiChi: Far Too Young to Die HeiChi: Trade Mistakes HaraChi: Collar Full NagaChi: I Wanna Be Free SanChi: Stall Me YamaChi: This Is Gospel IbaChi: House of Memories SouChi: Always SakaChi: Ready to Go (Get Me Out of My Mind) KazaChi: Death of a Bachelor KazaSen: Sarah Smiles AmaGiku: When the Day Met the Night HaraShira: Hurricane [honorable mention for Bittersweet]

[russellsppttemplates]

The scared lion (Pierre Gasly)

Alexandre Gasly is scared to go to school but he has his papa there to help him through

Note: english is not my first language. Here is some dad!Pierre since I have posted Mick pieces a lot recently. Also, this is a topic that I too feel very respectful, strongly and personally about, this is in no way to offend or point out fingers for anyone 🤍 each person has their own way and this is my perspective, knowing fully well that life and society don't always allow for things like this to happen (I could make a whole post about this but I'm going to stop here because I don't want to bore you out of your mind) lastly, shout out to my mom's kindergarten teacher for the name inspo

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so but know that I'm not certain when I'll be able to tend to them!

Tw: child not wanting to go to school so he can stay with his father (display of emotions)

Since Pierre was home for the week, you had articulated your schedules so he would be the one to bring Alexandre to kindergarten while you left a bit earlier so you could get ahead of work in hopes of getting it all done by the early afternoon and still spend a good part of the afternoon with your boys. "Mama is going to work now!", you announced once you entered the kitchen, "Doesn't mama look pretty in her dress?", Pierre prompted your son to look at you, his blue eyes he got from his father shining as his mouth opened in awe, "Tu es très belle, mama!", he complimented you, "and we are matching!", he pointed to the green coloured pyjamas he was wearing that matched your dresse's fabric, "Thank you boys", you smiled, kissing your husband's lips as a form of thank you as well as Alexandre's head, "Have a nice day Alexandre, mama loves you buddy!", you said before you made your way our of the door.

Once they had tidied the kitchen a bit, Pierre went upstairs with Alexandre to get him ready for school, picking out a pair of shorts and a green t-shirt, per his son's request so he could still match his mama, grabbing his trainers and brushing his hair, "there! All done, little man", he smiled, getting a cardigan from the back of the bedroom door just in case it was colder than expected outside.

"Are we ready to go?", Pierre asked as Alexandre grabbed his backpack that had his snacks for the day as well as his favourite book that he wanted to show his friends, "Oui, papa", he gave him a small smile as they headed to the car.

Arriving at school, Pierre noticed his son's uneasiness when they stepped inside the gates, his little hand squeezing his much bigger one as they walked to the area where the kids meet up with their teacher, "Look, that's Hugo, right?", Pierre pointed to one of Alexandre's classmates that he always mentioned, assuming the the boys were getting along well, "yes", his son replied faintly as he intensified his grasp on his hand. "Bonjour Alexandre, how are you today?", Madame Auclair called for him, and the little boy broke down, tears pooling in his eyes as he looked up at his father, his arms opening so he could hold on to his legs, "What's wrong, mon petit?", Pierre tried to get his attention, unlatching his arms for a little bit so he could crouch down, Alexandre's arms looping around his neck immediately, "Is there something wrong in the class, Alexandre? Is someone being mean to you?", his teacher asked, knowing how children could be from her years of experience, while Pierre tried to wipe some his tears away, the little boy shaking his head no and nuzzling further into his father's neck, "Is it okay if we stay here for a bit?", Pierre asked, knowing that he had done this once from what you've told him and that he wasn't going to make his son go in before comforting him. The teacher nodded and Pierre held his son in his arms while walking to a more secluded area of the hallway, not needing the attention on them like that, "Hey, it's okay, little man, it's okay", he soothed, brushing his fingers over the hair on his forehead and wiping the tears that were drying on his cheeks, "Can you tell papa why are you crying? Are you upset?", he tried, Alexandre looking up at him, "I don't want to let you go, I'm scared", he mumbled, his top lip shaking as tears threatened to spill from his eyes again, "and why is that? Mama and I are coming to pick you up today when you're done, it won't be long", he informed, sensing some ease get back in his son's body, but still not enough for him to let go, "are you?", he asked, "yes, and me and mama and you are going to spend the afternoon together", he said as the little boy smiled a bit, "and we can play football together?", he asked, "of course, I even bet that mama is going to score a goal!", your husband said as he tickled his tummy, Alexandre seeming a little more confident now, "Do you remember what the happened to the lion on your story?", Pierre asked, pointing to the book your son had in his back pack. "He was a big lion but sometimes he was still scared to go alone or to meet his new friends, when he went to meet the zebras", he mumbled, the story plot at the tip of his tongue from all the he made you guys read it to him, "And what did he do?", Pierre caressed his head, not letting go of the embrace, "he went and he made friends wirh everyone, because you can be big and be scared, that's okay, but with your friends everything is better", he explained, "and with mama and papa too", he finished, unlatching his arms so he could grab Pierre's hand and lead them to his class's door.

"Are you sure you want to go in now? I can stay for a bit longer if you want to", Pierre offered assurance to his son, "I can do it papa, merci", he said as he kissed his cheek, knocking on the door to see all his friends and Hugo, who came to greet him at the door, Pierre nodding to the teacher before he bid goodbye.

At around 3pm you had done everything you needed for work and had texted your husband to tell him he could come and pick you up, timing it so you could tidy your things at the office before heading down, only waiting a few minutes in the sun until you saw his car, "Hi pretty lady, fancy a ride?", he said as he rolled down the window, "I am married, very well married actually", you went along, "I'm sure you are, I've heard your husband is quite a catch", he said as he watched you get in the passenger's seat, kissing your lips before making his way over to Alexandre's school. "Mama, papa!", you heard your son's voice once he had seen you in the middle of all the parents, waving goodbye to his teacher and friends before he ran to you, his arms holding your's and Pierre's legs, "Did you have a nice day at school, mon ange?", you asked as you ruffled his hair, "yes mama", he replied shortly, choosing not to mention the morning situation Pierre had told you about on your way over, and grabbing both of his parents' hands, excited for a family afternoon.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Part 2 of this request...

THIS IS A FLUFF BOMB! And it's PART 2 to this angsty requested one. I also drew some inspo and prompt #6 from @reveriehs's prompt list:)

WC: 4.5k

Tag list: @anotherdudetteinthisworld @behindmygreyeyes @mettlefacedoom @yana4life @matildasatellite @calssunflower

Harry had slept maybe a total of an hour worrying his ass off about Y/N. She hadn’t been answering his calls or texts all night. It was around 6:30 when he decided to try her sister, they had always been close, and he was also close enough with her. He waited patiently until he heard her pick up.

“What Harry.” She sounded irritated at the sound of his voice.

“I just wanted to know if you’ve heard from your sister.” He mumbled tiredly.

“She’s on her way home, she caught a redeye.” She disclosed and Harry felt relieved upon hearing that.

“OK. Got worried since she wasn’t answering me.” He said and she hummed, “Do you think you can ask her to call me when she lands? Please?”

“No, Harry. She just needs some space right now. She’s really hurt and overwhelmed and you didn’t stick up for her.”

“It wasn’t like that-”

“It was. I saw it with my own eyes. There’s a video circulating everywhere, H.” She explained and Harry sighed, “You literally just stood there.” She pointed out.

“Fuck…” He sighed as his eyes welled up.

“And somehow you’re still the hero in the fans’ opinions…H, she’s completely worn down and I think you need to wait until she’s ready to talk to you.” Y/N’s sister advised.

“She broke up with me though, who knows when that’ll be.”

“Yeah, anyone in their right mind would after something like that! Look, I’ll tell her you called to check in but just focus on your tour and whatever else for now, OK?” He sniffled.

“Yeah. Thanks for taking my call.”

“Of course, H. Take care, be safe, OK?”

“Thanks, bye.” He mumbled in defeat and hung up. He hoped this would have helped him feel better, that wasn’t the case at all.

*************

When Y/N hadn’t shown up to breakfast the next morning it wasn’t strange for Sarah, she knew after their last chat that she was having a hard time. Maybe she needed more rest, but as the day went on she hadn’t even seen her around the hotel and Harry was very, very quiet all of a sudden. So Sarah did what she did best, reached out. After a few rings Y/N picked up her call.

“Hello?”

“Hey! The other girls and I are gonna go have some girl time before we head over to the venue. Since it’s the same venue we don’t have to be there early to soundcheck.” She shared and she heard a sigh.

“Oh God, Harry didn’t tell you guys?” She asked tiredly.

“Ummm… no? Tell us what?”

“I went back home after the last show.” She explained.

“Oh my god, really?”

“Yeah, some of the fans waiting outside of the hotel started throwing food at me and then someone threw a full on blended Frappuccino at me! It’s all over the fucking internet, it’s so embarrassing.” She got that awful pain in her chest and drop of her stomach just at the memory.

“What in the-?!” She stopped, censoring herself from using foul language, “What did Harry say?”

“Absolutely nothing! Nothing at all, I was so angry I…” she trailed off, “I broke up with him.” She said and Sarah gasped.

“Like out of rage or?”

“Yes, but… I’ve been thinking about it for a while now if I’m being honest. He’s just become so cold and hollow and I feel like I just bother him. The media and the mean fans just add another layer of pressure to it and I do love him, but I don’t think he loves me anymore.” She explained, “Or he doesn’t act like it. At least not anymore.” She mumbled sadly.

“I’m sorry.” Sarah responded softly.

“It’s alright, it’s life you know?”

“Yeah, but the fact that he didn’t even say anything or try to defend you… something is definitely up, that’s not like him at all.” Sarah deduced.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Would you still give him a chance?”

“I don’t know, Sarah. I want to, trust me I do! But I don’t see how anything’s gonna change… I don’t deserve this again. I have been with people who’ve mistreated and ripped my self-esteem to shreds and who haven’t reassured me…he knows that. He knows how deep those wounds run and he didn’t do anything to protect me. I mean, a person can only handle so much!” She vented, “He would always tell me to ignore it or to not get on social media or that it was just a thing that I needed to get used to. I mean, he’s had years of media training and practice to just ignore it and even still it impacts him at times! I don’t have any of that and I don’t want to not use social media and sacrifice my likes of it because some people don’t know how to behave! Even when I’m private! They comment things on my friends’ pages and posts and ughhh, it’s disgusting!” She ranted.

“I agree with you on that. I’m sorry, Y/N. Is it OK, if I talk to Harry about this? He should at least apologize.”

“You can, but don’t feel like you need to. It should come from him without persuasion, you know?”

“Ughh, you’re right. But I will give him a talking to at least, how ridiculous.” Y/N giggled despite her eyes welling up.

“Thank you, Sarah.”

“Of course. Don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t. I hope the rest of the tour goes well.”

“Thanks. I’ll check in later, OK?”

“Thank you, Sarah. I appreciate it.” 

***********

“You can’t just ignore me, you know?” Harry huffed to Sarah who was quite taken with her son crawling around in her and Mitch’s dressing room without a single reaction to his words. He’d been attempting to get her attention for the past 10 minutes to no avail. Harry heard Mitch sniggering over the sound of him shaking up the baby bottle they were about to feed their son. “Did I do something?” He asked her.

“I think this is more about what you failed to do, bud.” Mitch gave him a hint and Harry’s brows creased.

“I didn’t forget anyone’s birthday…did I forget to introduce you?” He asked Sarah who finally acknowledged him with a blank and dull glare, “I did, didn’t I?” She rolled her eyes and he groaned, starting to get impatient, “Are you good to perform tonight though?” He asked her and when she didn’t respond he looked to Mitch again.

“She’ll be up there.” He assured his young friend and Harry shook his head.

“Can’t I get some reassurance from you on this?” He said to her and she looked up at him and finally spoke.

“If you can’t give it, you won’t get it.” She stated flatly and then it seemed Harry realized why she was upset.

“For fu-” she glared at him, “Fun. I was going to say fun’s sake, you know, censorship.” He said to her and then Mitch, “You can’t be angry at me for something I didn’t even do to you.” He said and she groaned.

“You’re an idiot and you majorly screwed up, H! I love you like a baby brother, but that means that I get to hold you accountable when you do stupid stuff.”

“I think getting dumped was enough of a wake up call. I get it, I should’ve done more and now it’s too late! She won’t even answer my texts!”

“Serves you right!” Mitch threw in as he walked over to the baby and picking him up, Harry frowned.

“I don’t think this is the best topic of discussion before a show…”

“You’re right, so sorry to bruise your ego before a show.” Sarah said a little too casually, “Maybe I should’ve just thrown a blended drink at your head instead, would be a lot less demoralizing.” She retorted before standing up and rushing out of the room and Mitch sniggered again with his son in his lap eating calmly. Harry let out a deep breath before shaking his head.

“I’d follow her if I were you. Don’t think she’s done.”

“Jesus…” he groaned before standing up and hurrying out. He found Sarah with Pauli and Elin, “Can I chat with you a minute?” Sarah nodded and started walking down the corridor of the backstage area, “Believe me, I want to fix it. I don’t know how.”

“How about acknowledging what happened and defending the person you claim to love.”

“I do love her.” He snapped in irritation.

“Hasn’t seemed that way in a while, H. Not to us and especially not to her.” Sarah said, “What’s going on? Hmmm?”

“I just…got all in my head about it. I got scared and I just…shut down sometimes. I don’t mean to be a dick or dismissive, but maybe if she saw how awful it got she would know that she deserved better, you know?” He said sadly, the insecurity he had always had never seemed to wane and she felt so sorry for him.

“Well, I hate to say this to you, but from what she told me that’s where her mind is going, H. And you know what she’s been through before and what she’s struggled with; you built her up so high only to let her down in the worst way. In that way that has always been a soft spot for her and she’s really hurting right now.”

“I can imagine… I want to fix it, but her sister said she needs space. To just give her time to figure out whether she would like to keep trying with me or just…” he trailed off sadly, “to decide, basically.” He swallowed the lump forming in his throat as he explained and Sarah nodded.

“Maybe when we get that break before we head to America you should stop by to see her. Give her a warning, a chance to think about it, yeah?”

“OK.” He said and she offered a small smile to him.

“I love you, H. We all do. I get that sometimes it’s hard with everyone outside of us trying to pry their way in, but there are some things that should be allowed to shine through. Like you being happy with your girlfriend.”

“I know…it’s just hard to know how much is too much sometimes, you know?” She nodded in understanding. He vented a little bit more about what he was feeling and then it was time to get ready for the show.

*************

The crowd was very energetic tonight and the show was going swimmingly, but Harry still felt a little hollow inside. He was doing a little talking bit in between the songs when one particular sign caught his eye: ❤️ TREAT Y/N WITH KINDNESS ❤️

“Hello, camera operator 1, his name’s Johans, by the way, everyone say hello to Johans!” Harry announced happily, pointing to the cameraman on stage and everyone shouted a cheery and unanimous, “Hi Johans!” To which Harry chuckled happily as Johans waved as another camera pointed at him projected the man up on the big screen, “Thank you!” Harry said and walked over to Johans, “Right Johans, over on our left hand side, maybe row four or five? I see a young lady holding a sign-” Harry said as he directed Johans. Tons of people had signs near the front, “Yellow poster board.” He said pointing until Johans was pointing at the correct sign, “Yes, that’s the one! Thank you, Johans.” Harry smiled. The message was projected over the big screen and the entire stadium cheered loudly and the girl holding the sign was really excited over the fact that Harry had seen her sign, “What’s your name?”

“Liz!” She shouted and with the help of other fans around her the message was relayed to Harry.

“Well Liz, I’ve got to say out of all of the signs I’ve ever seen in all my tours and all my shows yours has got to by my favorite one.” He smiled at her and she laughed nervously, “Are you here with friends?” She nodded and the two others with her identified themselves beside her, “Well Liz, this is a one night only special that I’m about to offer you. Are you and your friends able to stay a bit after the show? I’d like to do something special for you because of your kindness.” He stated happily and the girl and her friends nodded excitedly, “Perfect! If security can find Liz and friends before the show ends that’d be great and we can get her surprise underway!” He said and the fan and her friends were freaking out as everyone cheered.

“I’d say little acts of kindness always go a long way.” He said to everyone, “Even just that sign, took my day from good to great! And in a world with so much hate and conflict and hurt I think it’s important to do our part in making it just a little bit better.” He said and everyone cheered, “Tonight, there is something that I wanted to acknowledge. My girl-” he paused, “Y/N, is not at the show tonight. She actually hasn’t been to several shows during the tour.” He explained, “She doesn’t feel like this is a safe space for her unfortunately and yesterday, I’m sure many of you have seen how she was…assaulted last night after the show. It was so disappointing and sad to see something like that happen to someone I love.” He shared with the crowed, “More so when it’s from people I also care about.” He explained and the crowd had fallen completely silent, “I want to make this a safe space for everyone. I want anyone to feel at home and free to be who they want to be for the time we have together if they don’t have that opportunity outside of these shows. I feel disappointed in myself that I have failed to do that, even if it’s just for one person. I want to try harder and I should’ve done more.” He said looking out into the crowd as he exhaled.

“Furthermore, I would hope that each of you here tonight chooses kindness. I hope that each of you chooses love. And I hope that each of remembers that it’s all of our responsibilities to make each other feel safe and like we belong. We’re all responsible for making the world a better, much kinder place. So, turn to the person on your right! Tell ‘em you love them and you’re happy they’re here tonight!” He gave a few seconds for that, “Now turn to the person on your left and give ‘em a big hug! Beautiful, now this next one’s all about kindness…” he grinned.

After the show Liz and her friends’ big surprise was that they got to go backstage and meet the band. Harry chatted with them for a while and got them some of the staff wear that was left over. He learned that they had been there last night at the hotel and seen what happened first hand, how they had tried to stop other supposed fans from heckling Y/N. Harry thanked them for their kindness and support. They seemed worried that Y/N wasn’t at the shows and they shared a lot of the things that they had seen online about her. Harry never preoccupied himself too much with looking these things up and when he heard what exactly people were saying to her and the frequency of it he felt awful and completely sick. He wished he would’ve known. If he had known how bad it was he wouldn’t have waited until something like this happened to address it. He needed to make this right.

***** ONE MONTH LATER *****

Harry was finally on break and he had asked to see Y/N. He had given her space, her sister told her that she had told him that it would be wise to let her have some time. So it was about two weeks after the incident when he first reached out to properly speak and apologize for being a bystander to the bullying she was enduring and she did respond to that outreach effort and assured him that she was also working on somethings to help her own insecurities. Her therapist had been seeing a lot of her over the last month.

She had also seen a video, well many videos actually, about what he had said at the show the night after she left. It was sweet, what he had done. And then when he sang Boyfriends he talked about how he hadn’t been such a great boyfriend recently. She didn’t need grand gestures like that to feel validated or important to him, but even just the reassurance that he had her back would’ve been enough at the time. Either way, the gesture was sweet and the more time she had to think the more she concluded that she didn’t want to go down without a fight. So when he asked, she agreed to meet with him when he flew back home for his break. 

That day was today. He was coming over for a brunch type of thing. She had gone out of her way to get the coffee that he liked and even travelled with. She was starting on his favorite breakfast all while double checking her appearance. She wasn’t sure why she was this nervous, it was as if she was the one who would be pleading for another chance. Maybe she just wanted him to know that she was still putting in effort for him. For them. When there were some knocks on the door she breathed in deeply and exhaled as she took her steps towards her front door. Y/N rolled her shoulders back and cracked out the little tensions in her neck before opening it up to reveal Harry, who was looking tired and a bit peaky.

“Hey.” She said softly with a smile working its way onto her lips. Just seeing him before her warmed her hear tremendously.

“Hey.” He responded just as quietly and she hurried out of the doorway to let him in.

“I made breakfast and coffee.” She said to him and he smiled as he bent down to remove his shoes.

“Yeah, smells amazing.” He said as he was back to his normal height and she guided him over to the kitchen.

“Thanks. Everything’s about ready f’you wanna grab a seat.” She indicated to the little breakfast nook at the other end of the kitchen.

“Thanks.” He said and went on over where she brought him a plate and then set down a coffee mug for him and soon she was sliding in across from him and they started to eat. 

The atmosphere was tense and a bit awkward as they made some small talk. Quite frankly, Harry just wanted to jump in and get on with his groveling. He hated how fragile everything felt right now, he felt that if he just dug his fork in wrong and made it scrape against the plate mistakenly that would be it and they would be done. He was insecure too. They did make some small talk about tour and her job and how they were doing, but as the finished up their food the mood started growing a lot heavier. It was time to get down to business and he cleared his throat for a moment before he glanced up at her. 

“Ummm,” he started nervously, a half chuckle leaving his mouth, “Obviously I want to talk about what happened. About us.” He said and she nodded, resting her chin on her palm, indicating to him that he could start off. “Again, I’m so sorry about what I did. Or didn’t do, better said.” He started out, “Honestly, I had no idea how bad things had gotten for you. You know that I don’t pay any mind to those things and just stay away from it as much as possible so I hadn’t…I don’t know, I just didn’t bother to check how things were going on that end of things. I’m sorry for feeding into the delusion people were under, unknowingly, but I was also fighting some stuff internally and it just happened to look like it aligned with what people were saying about you and about us.” He said and she nodded, “I do love you, though. If anything was reinforced during this time it’s that. You are so special to me and I would hate to lose you because of my own insecurities or because meddlesome gossipmongers have some weird vendetta towards you.” He said and she chuckled, “I hope you can forgive me for not being there for you how you needed it. For not checking in with you.. for letting you down. I can’t stop thinking about what you said. That you hated how it felt to be with me.” He felt a lump forming in his throat at the memory of it and he frowned, “I hate that I led you to feel that way. That I let you down like that, baby.” He said reaching out for her hand and she took it immediately. The relief he felt surge through his body was unreal as she touched him.

“I’m sorry too. I feel like I overreacted…” she breathed out and he shook his head.

“You didn’t.. specially when I then go and accuse you of cheating on me…” he huffed out with a shake of his head.

“Yeah, what was that about?” She asked and he shrugged.

“I just still feel like maybe I don’t deserve you. Specially when things like this happen, it just makes me feel like you deserve more. That you deserve better.” He said and she sighed.

“I’m sorry for saying that to you, H. I shouldn’t have gone there, I was just so angry with you in that moment and I just spoke without thinking.” She whispered as a few tears streaked down her face s her grip on his hand tightened, “I think in that moment it was true, what I felt. But I don’t hate how I feel when I’m with you, I promise.” She reassured, “I love how I feel with you. You make me feel happy.  You make me feel brave. And safe, and loved, and strong, and confident, and beautiful. You make me feel like the person I’ve always wanted to be.” She said and he smiled, “But I don’t want to just feel that way because of you, you know?” She said and he nodded in understanding, “I want to feel that way because it’s coming from inside of me. Because I believe it, you know?” She explained.

“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.” He reassured her and she smiled at him.

“I started going to therapy again, for that. Self-worth is hard to rebuild.” She huffed and he nodded in understanding once again, “I want to keep working on me because I deserve better and because you deserve better. I don’t want to be so insecure and fragile anymore, it’s so exhausting.” She said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, I know, baby.” He hummed in agreement.

“I’ve come to understand that I need to get past this hurdle if-if I want to have a future with you.” She said, “That’s why I don’t think it’s a good idea that I rejoin the tour.” She said and he nodded.

“Yeah, I agree.” He said and she smiled at his understanding.

“I mean, I’ll definitely come see you later down the line, but just being there every day and not doing anything busy just gets me in this weird space and well, you know that I like being on instagram and twitter…” she said and he chuckled and nodded. 

“But I mean, if things are getting bad like that you can talk to me about it, you know?” He said and she bit her lip.

“Yeah…I just know we’ve talked about that before, like when we first started dating and I don’t know, I just felt like you would be dismissive about it or just tell me that I shouldn’t be snooping around those things in the first place. Or that maybe I just shouldn’t use social media anymore.” She disclosed to him and he frowned.

“God, no!” He mumbled, “I’d never do that, baby.” He sighed, “I mean, of course, we proceed with caution when we use those platforms, but I’d never make you feel bad for wanting to be active and use them consistently. I know it’s hard not to look at those things, especially when you see one thing. Even if it’s a good thing! You just kind of go down a rabbit hole and you start to see bad things mixed in and then you just start looking for all the bad things and it’s awful…” he said and she nodded, “But it happens to all of us and I want you to know if that ever happens again that I’ll be here for you to help you come back from it. I always will be.” He assured her and she smiled.

“Thank you. I love you so, so much.” She sniffled and he smiled.

“I love you too. Now, come here.” He said letting go of her hand and she slid out of her seat and hurried over into his lap where he just hugged her tight and did the same.

“I missed you so much, baby. M’sorry I dumped you.” She sighed and they chuckled into their embrace, “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, I think you were totally in the right. I needed a reality check.” He said and she sighed, “But I definitely think we should talk more when we’re feeling not ourselves.”

“Yeah.” She agreed pulling back to look into his eyes, “I want this to work.”

“I do too, baby.” He reassured her, “Since you’re the one who dumped me you have to ask me now.” He said with a grin.

“To be my boyfriend?” She questioned incredulously and he nodded.

“Them’s the rules, baby.” He said with a mischievous smirk.

“Fine.” She mumbled, “Will you allow me to extend to you my acceptance of giving you the privilege of being my boyfriend again?” She asked and he chuckled.

“What?!” He laughed boisterously at her confusing phrasing and she giggled.

“You know what I meant…” she rolled her eyes and he grinned.

“Such a stubborn little thing. We’re working on breaking down that ego next.” He said and she giggled, “But of course, I’ll give you the privilege of being your boyfriend again.” He said smugly and she laughed softly as she grabbed his face gently.

“I’m going to kiss you now, OK?”

“I don’t believe I extended that privilege to you.” He teased.

“Oh, shut up.” She huffed before melting her lips against his tenderly. He smiled into their kiss and tightened his hold around her waist and as they parted to catch a breath he hummed into the little space between them.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” She whispered with a smile.

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

First fortune cookie rec list of the year, hell yeah! I’m already a day late, but I wanted to do this post justice so I could properly and wholeheartedly wish @anaxandria-writes​ a very happy belated birthday! Rin absolutely deserves a shout out for not only being a fandom enthusiast, but also a creative go-getter and an amazing fandom friend. It’s kinda crazy, because even though we’ve only known each other for maybe a couple-ish of years, it seems like we’ve been friends forever. I guess that’s what happens when we constantly scream and squee about all the things both online and offline (because yayy for being neighbors!). Honestly, Rin’s spirit kinda reminds me of the bright rainbow we all like to see in the sky. That’s probably reflective of her excitement about a lot of things, as well as her love for loud colours and patterns (trust me, I tried to see what I could come up with for the origami spread). We like rare pairs, and hell yes for being multishippers in multiple fandoms, and I’m super happy that we get to share not only HP as a fandom but also Teen Wolf! Yayy! I first got to know Rin in 2021 in the Rare Pairs server, and soon enough CoMs and the Wizarding Den servers and a gazillion other servers I can’t keep track of. That probably indicates we a lot of common interests to begin with, which isn’t a bad thing. One being Flintwood, though Rin has been a big influence on why I dipped my toes in this ship. And when I’ve needed a little bit of inspo for making art or writing fic, she’s already been my go-to person for all the headcanons about Marcus and Oliver. She’s also why I’ve started shipping Herbtamer too, but then again, it’s probably because she’s soo enthusiastic about these two, so how could I say no? Why not...Charlie and Neville are really damn cute together, okay? AND since we both adore Oliver Wood, that was how Wood Your Rather came to be as a prompt challenge since we wanted more Oliver works in general. WYR was the very first fest we both ran for fandom (and basically ever), and boy did we learn a lot about modding while also getting to know each other. I honestly couldn’t think of co-modding this event with anyone else, because one needs to really love Oliver to pieces to make something like WYR work. (P.S. stay tuned for more news on this year’s event very soon!). When it comes to fandom, Rin has done a little bit of everything. She’s a writer and an aspiring artist (and a great cheerleader)! I love that Rin has been trying out new mediums, techniques and ways to make different projects, which is so awesome. She’s definitely an influencer on why I’m currently writing a long ass text fic now (yes, it’s addicting and fun to write in this format, and I’ve recced her fun text fic below). And the progress she’s made with drawing is mind blowing since she picked it up again early last year. She’s dabbled in traditional and digital art, and I’m so excited to see what else she makes for 2023. Did you know Rin’s an embroiderer, crocheter and a knitter, and she makes some pretty gorgeous fanfic bookbindings? Okay, so bookbinding is NOT any easy thing to do, but Rin just jumped right into this hobby probably late in the summer and has made some really amazing books. Everything from typesetting to printing and getting things cased and pretty is a process. 8908908 kudos for doing the Lord’s work in making fics into something tangible and visually appealing to the eye. I know for a fact I’m probs going to peppering you with q’s as soon as I do have a chance to get my feet wet in bookbinding. If you want to see some Rin’s creative works, here are some of my favourite pieces of hers: 🌈 >>> A Very Owl Post WrtrGrl Anthology and Little Lost Things by flightinflame (Drarry bookbindings)

These two books were gifts Rin made for H/D Owl Post for 2022. All I have to say is look through the photos for each finished piece but also Rin’s process on how things came together for both of them, okay?! Seeing the WIP shots for a single book made by HAND is so cool. And well, pretty paper and fonts and seeing fanfics bound with love is really something special and should be appreciated. 💻 >>> Love Advice (Drarry and Wolfstar, T, 1.1k)

Summary: When it comes to advice about the boy he likes, Harry turns to Moony. Not Padfoot.

Yayy for epistolary fic! I love how fun these letters, and Harry going to Remus and Sirius for romantic advice. It’s sweet and endearing, and seeing Drarry from Wolfstar’s PoV through these letters is pretty hilarious, since it’s very obvious how different Remus and Sirius approach things. What a fun read! 🌈 >>> A Dragon and a Lion Celebrate Christmas (Drarry, G, Crochet)

Summary: What do you gift someone who has everything? Draco decides to make the Chosen One a.k.a. Harry Potter a.k.a. his boyfriend amigurumi versions of themselves for the holidays.

Another H/D Owl Post gift made by Rin, where Harry and Draco are cute AF as animals. They look so squishable! Since I have no crochet skills (yet..I’m working on it), I’m always impressed by folks who can make adorable and tangible creatures like this. And ones that stand up on their own...that’s super important for display purposes! 💻 >>> An Expensive Courtship (Drarry, E, 10.9k)

Summary: Draco spent years gathering up courage, then months of extensive planning, and literally tens of thousands of Galleons in his attempts to woo Harry. Harry just thought they were best friends.

LOL. I love Draco wooing an oblivious Harry in general. And them just being idiots. And the little cameo of Flintwood in this (yay!), and all the ridiculous attempts for the dates. This story totally pokes at the cliches, but that’s what made this fic so fun. Throw in some nosy ass friends, and of course everything seems like it’s a chaotic disaster, or in this case, a lot of misunderstandings. I’m glad Draco and Harry get their heads out their asses eventually and get together though. It just took them a while to move out of that friend zone. *pats them both on the heads* 🌈 >>> It Takes Two to Tango (Flintwood, G)

Summary: Dancing with Marcus Flint at the Quidditch League ceremony was not what Oliver Wood signed up for, but maybe it was what he needed.

SOOO. I know this was gifted to me, but I’m going to be very honest: When I saw this was drawn traditionally and just how well it fit the prompt, I was super giddy over it. I’m very lucky I have the original of this to look at whenever I want, but I think this was one of the first art pieces I saw of Rin’s as she was starting to dive more into drawing. I adore Oliver’s kilt and Marcus taking the lead, and they just look happy to actually be dancing with each other, okay? This has to be a fav of mine because it embraces the fluffier side of Flintwood. 💻 >>> Herbology_Neville and DragonKeeperCW (Herbtamer, E, 11.4 k)

Summary: When Neville starts live-streaming on WixenVid, he’s unsure who would want to watch him ramble about plants for an hour. DragonKeeperCW is very interested in the show (and in Neville).

AHHH! Gosh, this one is just so much fun! I love the Youtube feel of this which makes this stand out already as a story, and Charlie and Neville are so flirty yet soft with each other. The overall humour, sexual tension and fluff mixed ogether works so well. And they’re so true their passions: Neville with his plants, Charlie with his dragons, and when it comes to each other...yessss. :D 💻 >>> 🙀 ➡ 😻 ➡ 😽 (Marvel- Stony, T, 5.2 k)

Summary: Tony puts up a "Missing Cat" sign and not only 1) gets his cat back, but 2) meets a cute guy named Steve who keeps refusing the reward. A story told in texts, voicemail transcriptions, and, of course, an overuse of emojis.

OKAY, I know this is not an HP fic, but I had to include this because it’s hilarious, it’s a text fic, and YES. I’m not even in the Marvel fandom, but I was really intrigued to read a fic that was completely done through texts and gosh, it just works so well with show and tell, shenanigans and I love how people’s personalities can shine through the use of dialogue through technology vs. narration or talking face-to-face. I honestly was cackling by the time I was done with this read because it totally embraces Crack Treated Seriously to the tee. Love this so much! You can find more of Rin’s work on AO3. Make sure to leave kudos and comments to show appreciation for all of her fandom contributions. Rin, your willingness to be curious and try new things is contagious, and you have a way of making people’s day a little brighter. I’m so glad you’re part of fandom and that you’re so passionate about what you love. Keep being you. I hope you have a smashing day!

[painandpleasure86]

Unexpected Revelation

Hey, another participation in @deakysgurl 's event! 😁 This time, taking the prompt "Who Needs You?". In this fic, John tells the story that inspired him to write that song, but by accident... Some drinking time with the guys it was needed to tell the story.

Warning: some swearing, drinking and mention of sex.

Word count: 525

Taglist: @warriorteam1924 @toomuchlove-willkillyou @lefanhere and Lizzie. If anyone wants to be in the permanent taglist, just hit me up 😘

The recording of News of the World was going on. The song that will be named “Who needs you?” was created and recorded. Every time that they tried to ask John who was the inspiration, he always ignored the question and supposed like it didn’t exist. The group, after lots of tries, eventually gave up. They didn’t know that they would know soon.

One night they were in a bar, drinking some beers and having a chill time after a long day recording the songs of the album. They started to talk about random stuff, when the topic changed to bad dates with women.

-... that was my worst date ever, for real. I don’t know if any other could be worse than mine. -Roger said, smoking his cigarette.

John slammed his pint on the table. Everyone in the table was watching him.

-Agh, shut up Roger, my case it’s worst… -John started, watching to Roger-… it was a girl I met some years ago.-John continued, drinking a bit of his pint. He left it on the table. After, he was watching also to Brian and Freddie- She was beautiful, intelligent and smart, and that impressed me. We always had intimacy, she didn’t leave me that pass a night without making her mine. I gave everything to her, but some dates later she started to be toxic and a bad person. -John sighed. He close his eyes for a moment- Gosh, it’s like she was a different person than the one I met. It was so hard to leave her, because I really felt something for her, but she played with me. She only wanted my body. She only wanted to say “oh yeah, I fuck with this handsome guy”.-He sighed again, now watching to his pint- It took me some time to tell her “you know what? I don’t need you anymore, I’m tired of your games…” -John ended, now with his head raised again, watching to his bandmates.

His friends tried to make the connections… Some instants of silence in the group.

-Ronnie? -Brian asked, watching to John’s eyes and playing with some peanuts with his left hand -You mentioned to have some romantic issues with her...

-Oh no, no… another woman -John said, finishing his pint.

-Who? -Roger asked, curious, smoking his cigarette.

-It’s a bitch, that’s what matters -John replied, searching for the waiter with his eyes to order a refill of his pint.

-I think I know who’s -Brian added, drinking of his pint.

-Cool then. -John said, grimacing and raising his eyebrows.

-What's your hypothesis? -Freddie asked, watching to Bri’s eyes.

-I’ll tell you later -Brian replied, near to Freddie's left ear.

The waiter came to their table and John ordered another pint. Roger also asked for a refill.

Some minutes later, Freddie’s mind had an epiphany. They changed the chat topic already, but Freddie suddenly interrupted it.

-That was the inspo for Who Needs You!! You finally told us the story, John.

John just replied smiling and drinking his pint.

John’s bandmates finally had the answer. And they just needed some patience… and a lot of beer.

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If you enjoyed this fic, pls leave a like and/or reblog!! Thanks in advance for your support :3

-Lily

[anika-ann]

Anika-Ann’s other characters’ masterlist

( Other Masterlists )

* contains smut at some point

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➵ Conundrum

Andy Barber x reader      Word count: 7,7k

In which your boss is a difficult man to understand, a complete mystery, who doesn’t make it any easier for you to figure him out. Let alone when right before Christmas, he surprises you... again.

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➵ Maybe (Honey)*

softdark-ish!Andy Barber x reader, Steve Rogers x reader    Word count: 6,6k

You and your boyfriend Steve love each other; but money’s tight. You found an unorthodox solution and decide to go through with it. Without Steve’s knowledge.  

Enter a very specific agency and Andy Barber.

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➵ Underneath the Christmas Tree (*ish)

Andy Barber x reader       Word count: 1,1k

In which your Christmas isn’t perfect, but the person you celebrate with is. And that’s the thing that matters the most.

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➵ A Night at the Museum (*ish)

Andy Barber x reader         Word count: 5k

In which you work late and a very handsome charmng man stayed behind after closing time... you cannot leave hm alone now, can you?

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➵ Walking Back Into My Own Myth**

softdark!Andy Barber x reader        Word count: 22k

They warn you not to wander the woods alone; but the woods feel more like home than the house you grew up in. 

They warn you not to confuse your head with childish tales of supernatural; but sometimes fiction feels more real than your own life. 

They warn you not stay alone with a man you just met, let alone in his house; but sometimes danger lurks in unexpected places. 

Sometimes, one can rely on the kindness of strangers. … Or can they?

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➵ Special Treatment*

Ari Levinson x reader        Word count: 1k

Lazy morning after proper cardio activities finds you pliant to Ari’s talented hands... and mouth. He's way too good at using both in different ways and he reserves them for you.

Response to a Shameless Hoe Fairy ask, prompts: sleepy + quiet purr of satisfaction.

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➵ Bad News, Good Ideas *

Ari Levinson x reader        Word count: 7,9k

Ari Levinson was bad news. He was lethal to your sanity, your brain knew that very well. And then the company’s Secret Santa happened.

For Happy Hoeliday challenge 2021. Prompts:  Ari Levinson + secret gifting + inconvenient attraction + “You don’t have anyone else to blame but yourself, sweetheart.”

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➵ Ride *

kindergarten teacher!Ari Levinson x reader        Word count: 700

Your niece’s kindergarten teacher is nice. Very nice. And also insanely handsome.

Inspo by biteofcherry and chase-your-dreams-away

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➵ Chilly Air, Warm Hearts (*ish)

(soft!)Ransom Drysdale x reader        Word count: 1,6k

You and your boyfriend decide to take a stroll down the market in a nearby park to breathe in the atmosphere of fall and upcoming Halloween…

You get cold; Ransom is a gentleman. Mostly.

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➵ “Merry” Christmas *

(soft!)Ransom Drysdale x reader        Word count: 3,1k

It is that time of the year and you celebrate your first Christmas with Ransom. He promised you a soft gift and a hard gift. 

You’re pretty sure you know what the latter will be.But about the former? Maybe you should be worried about what Ransom Drysdale sees as “Merry Christmas”.

Loosely follows Chilly Air, Warm Hearts.

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➵ Little Miss Red *

Ransom Drysdale x reader        Word count: 1,8 k

Ransom’s looking for a good time tonight.

When you walk through the door, he knows he’ll get it. And you? Oh you’ll get it too. He’s going to make sure of it.

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➵ Love on the Brain

MCU x Criminal Minds crossover SERIES ; Steve Rogers x reader

You found menacing pictures of you friend, colleague and neighbour Steve in your mailbox.  

Someone might play it off as a bad joke, but you were an agent for the Avengers Initiative and a former FBI agent. You’ve seen cases like this and you were taking no chances. Not with Steve of all people.

But you were going to need help; enter the BAU.

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➵ Protect and Serve

series in progress - on hiatus

Teen Wolf; Jordan Parrish x reader

In a need of change of scenery for a while, you stabbed your finger into a map and ended up heading to Beacon Hills to start anew. You cared little for obscure blog posts claiming the town had a reputation – house prices were a miracle and there was a job opening at local High School.

And if the population was half as nice and pretty as certain Deputy patrolling the streets, you were going to be just fine. ...right?

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Another Sicktember Announcement Post!

In the style of my friend groundcontrol21 :) I think anyone that actually follows my stuff knows I’m doing Sicktember again this year, but if not-- ta-da! As of today, every fic is written (yay for forcing myself to be un-stuck!), and I’m in the process of editing them and queuing them all up as we speak :)

I posted this before, but as a referesher: Those that followed my Sicktember 2021 fics will remember that I did mostly fandoms with a few OCs thrown in. This year will be the reverse! I have so many OCs now, and I’ve only done one or two stories for many of them. So Sicktember 2022 will feature mostly OCs with a few fandoms thrown in. Some old favorites including the Plague Doctor, the Vicar, the Captain, Peter & Violet, the Tenbusch family, and of course Shane & Molly will be making reappearances, and I’ve created three new sets of OCs for the occasion, plus am delving into two new fandoms! It’ll be a lot, but it was a labor of love, and I’m overall very happy with the product, and proud I finished it before the month started! You've all seen my reblogging lots of my inspo for the fics, and stalking my “fics I need to write” tag will give you even more. I can’t wait to hear your feedback. as always, my ask box is always open for prompts if something I wrote inspired you and made you want more!

A few housekeeping things before we get started:

  I will quote @groundcontrol21 directly regarding snz: “Since the challenge is Sicktember and not Snztember, not all of the works I post will explicitly contain snz.” In fact, in my case, less than half do, so I hope that doesn't dissuade too many of you, but there’s still a decent amount of snz, I promise! My blog is in fact a fever-focused blog though, so every fic does contain a fever, mentions of a fever, or a forehead feel. This was a mini challenge I set for myself, and it was a pretty easy one to achieve with the nature of these prompts. 

There are also a few prompts which contain emeto, and I will tag those appropriately. If there’s anything else that often crops up in my writing that you want tagged for squick purposes, feel free to reach out. I don’t think any of them has a ton of explicit mess, but if you feel one should be tagged that way, also let me know. 

Also important, if a prompt or scenario from any of you inspired one of these fics, I plan to tag you. If you don’t want to be tagged, reach out and I will remove it. 

And now for the Breakdown!:

Total Word Count: ~42,200

Total Snz-containing Fic Count: 14/30. (I was actually surprised at this, as I thought there was more. But I may have miscounted in my tired state, as I didn’t do spellings every time)

Total fics with emeto or mentions thereof: 3/30 (only actual emeto in one)

Total fandom fics: 14/30, OC fics 16/30. (Heads up, there are no P&P fics this year. I’m as shocked as you are! But none of this year’s prompts seemed to fit Lizzie and Darcy. If anyone has fresh inspo for them, send it my way! I haven't written them in a while.)

(Fun fact, one of the main goals of me doing this event was to decrease my “to write” list, and instead I think it’s bigger than when I started... so while half of my brain is saying “none more write”, the other half says “Moar write!” We shall see which side prevails. Lol)

[i-mybrunettelady]

from the protective prompts, actions 3 or 6 if either of those happen to please the inspo birb :) -kerra-and-company

Ty for the ask!! And sorry for being this late, my god, worst record yet...

prompt: for one muse to step between the other and someone who intends to do them harm

Trigger warning: blood, violence

Vague spoilers for IBS

----- Cragstead, 1334 AE

She’s gotten used to the snores. That is alright; Kiernan used to snore as well and she’s never minded snoring as a sound. A quiet night for a hunter works better, since you can hear anything that approaches, but there is a feeling of making a homestead with the snoring around, even if they’re sleeping with beds meters apart from each other.

Sanne can’t sleep. Thoughts of Kiernan swim aimlessly around her mind, a sense of betrayal he wouldn’t want her to feel. He’d want her to be happy, to thrive. She’s made peace with his death years ago, watched his body become ashes that were scattered to the wind he so loved. Realistically, she isn’t betraying his memory, life they would have had had Svanir not cut it short.

But there’s a difference between a tumble here and there and the feeling of wanting to make it more than that. She settles on the furs, sits up and reties her hair into a braid. Boy is staring at her, perched on a beam high above, as is Soar, both making inquisitive little noises.

“I’m fine,” she tells them in a whisper. “Don’t worry.” Boy flies down and hops on her pillow. “I’m certain, Boy,” she promises. “Now go to your mate. She’s waiting for you.”

Soar makes a noise that sounds like agreement and Boy swiftly flies back. Sanne smiles, turns on her back and stares up at the wooden ceiling.

Kiernan would want me to be happy even if he isn’t here to see it, she thinks. Maybe I could ask a necromancer to guide his spirit here for a short while so I could ask? They say that’s easiest on Dragonfall. Humans’ death god has a realm there now.

That’s one hell of a legend to the Commander’s name.

Suddenly, something interrupts the sound of snores. Footsteps, heavy, trying their damnest to be quiet. Without a sound, Sanne stands, blindly reaching between the pillows for her axe. Not ideal, but good for emergency cases. Once she feels up the handle, she snatches it, bare feet quietly pressing on the wood below.

Soar and Boy notice her apprehension. They take up cautionary positions from high above beams, poised to strike at a moment’s notice.

“Is he here?” a male voice asks in a hushed tone.

“Should be,” another adds. “He’ll pay for what he’s done.”

Sanne’s hair stands on end. She can sense Svanir when they’re near. She resists the urge to roar, hidden as she is. They took Kiernan; she wouldn’t let them take Braham too, Bear’s lousy fur!

There’s a tinge of magic - not a thought, exactly, but something like it. Two strands coming from the beams. Sanne sends out a signal: Wait. She spots them turning to Braham’s bed, counts the distance between her and the nearest Svanir’s head.

She’s done farther shots with less effort. Shadows are her friend. They haven’t seen her yet.

“Wait,” the first Svanir says, “shouldn’t we also watch for a female? He should be living with a female.”

“What can she do, anyway? A single female against both of us,” the second replies.

Sanne wants to spread his head in half and use his intestines as her belt. If there’s anyone she hates, it’s the Svanir.

“I dunno,” the first Svanir says, “the Commander is a female and she took down a lot of dragons. Jora is a female. Females aren’t harmless.”

You’ll see how harmful I am, she thinks angrily and aims. To the birds, she sends a signal: Now.

The second Svanir barely has the time to shout before the axe lands in the back of his head and he falls dumbly on Braham’s sleeping body. The norn wakes with a shout. The first Svanir screams as two battle birds claw at his face, evading his attacks by flying up.

Sanne sends a burst of vines around his throat, squeezing them tighter until his body drops lamely to the floor. The birds settle back on the beams, unbothered by blood on their talons.

Braham breathes heavily, watching the small bloodbath. “Spirits,” he says breathlessly. “You’re a menace!”

“I’m a hunter,” she says simply, “and I hate Svanir.” She straightens her sleeping gown and walks over to where the bodies are, reaching to pull the axe from the Svanir’s head with a wet sound.

“I meant that in a good way,” Braham says. Sanne stops mid-pull to look at him. “Wish I could’ve seen it. Must’ve been magnificent.”

“You’ve seen me hunt before,” she mutters. “This is nothing. These two idiots-” Her heart, though, wants to jump out of her chest. She’s done nothing worthy of the word magnificent. Notable, maybe, but not magnificent. She has to stop before she lets something embarrassing slip.

“Healing your arms is magnificent,” she continues against her better judgement, “not stopping two idiot Svanir trying to avenge their fallen bitch-dragon.”

“I should appreciate what you do for me on a daily basis more, yeah,” Braham says softly. His voice has a loud note of sadness in it. “You make them not hurt with your magic. It’s not guardian magic, but Nyra’s the better healer than I am, and-”

“I saved her life too,” she says with a stupid grin. “I’m a superior healer, evidently.”

“Yes, you are.” He sits on the bed, making space and tapping weakly against the sheets with his palm. His hair is a mess from sleeping, his chest bloody and Sanne doesn’t know whether to ask the Spirits for help against her illusive heart or thank them.

She slithers over and sits. Soar makes a curious noise. Braham gingerly wraps his hands around her shoulders and kisses her hair.

Bear, give me strength, Sanne almost whines. Spirits in the Mists, give me strength.

“This was nothing,” she says. “No need to kiss my hair for-for-that.”

“What if I want to?” he asks honestly. “Would you... object? Since I can’t- Nevermind. Just.. Would you like me to kiss your hair?”

Sanne stares, dumbfounded. Blush finds its way onto her cheeks and she rubs at her collarbone, as she normally does when she’s in an unfamiliar situation. “Sure,” she says dumbly. “Why not?”

The axe is still in the Svanir’s head by the time they’re done laying in bed and staring at the ceiling. Braham is snoring into her hair and she can’t move. Her heart wants to beat its way out of her chest.

There’s no way she’s sleeping tonight. Boy and Soar might laugh at her in their bird way, but there isn’t a chance in hell.

For once, Kiernan’s memory smiles. He’d have wanted her to be happy.

And by the Spirits is she happy.

[letsperaltiago]

don't blame me, love made me crazy

Written upon request for #58 from the 101 fluffy prompts-list:

"We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "

Read on ao3 

Every like and reblog is appreciated <3

Also, tried to just... slowly approach smut and idk I’m so scared!! Send help or inspo! 😅🤧

“What was that all about?” Amy complained to her husband as she closed their front door behind them and kicked off her shoes prior to neatly lining them up by the door. Behind her trailed Jake who automatically copied his wife’s actions looking at her with an equal amount of wonder as he didn’t hold the answer for her question. “We didn’t do anything out of the ordinary?” she threw him another question meanwhile her jacket was removed as well, hung on its designated crook to reveal the flowy, burgundy, flower-patterned dress she’d been wearing for the evening at their friend’s house.

“I don’t know, Ames,” he tried to calm her down, which was always easiest if he didn’t make a big deal out of it – when he was calm he had a better chance of rubbing off on her. But alas it had been very clear from the moment the subject had been brought up at the dinner table that Amy was not going to let go of it until resolved: a stubbornness, a will to succeed that Jake deeply admired and loved but also, at times and in some certain contexts, had his apprehensions about.

“Are we that horrible to be around as a couple?” from where Jake had his back turned on the living room as he took off his leather jacket, he could hear Amy slump down onto the couch loudly flaunting her disappointment in what they’d been told tonight.

It, of course, had occurred to them both that they were married. Very much so: everything from all the meticulous planning of the big day to it being completely butchered by a bomb threat to then still getting married in front of the precinct? Oh yes, they were definitely so very married. And they both adored this new take on their love to the moon, probably even further, and back. But at tonight’s monthly Nine-Nine family-dinner, the first since their wedding in May, they’d suddenly been made aware of the fact that the newly attained degree of their relationship had reached a whole new, very specific kind of vibe: They were told that it made their “already borderline sickly affectionate affinity even more intolerable” (quote Rosa) and made them “professionally and personally challenging to be around when together” (Holt’s addition to the matter at hand).

“I’m sure they didn’t mean it like that,” he slumped down, joining Amy on their couch before instinctively slinging an arm around her shoulders both as to comfort her but also by sheer selfishness, because not touching Amy Santiago at all times was a crime. She, just as him not being able to resist her spouse’s touch, leaned into it placing her head in his shoulder. “You know Holt and Rosa. They have their ways of handling emotional subjects, but they never truly mean to hurt or upset anyone.”

“Maybe…” she huffed but her husband’s attempt at convincing and comforting her didn’t seem to be quite enough. She needed the thrill  and satisfaction of a solve, which meant she needed to treat the matter at hand like an open case – an investigation. She abruptly sat up straight automatically causing Jake’s arm to slide off of her “�� but I’m pretty sure we didn’t go overboard with anything?” Amy turned her head to look behind her expecting an answer, but her still leaned back, somewhat disturbingly unaffected husband, looked at her with raised eyebrows and discreetly amused eyes. You’d think he’d worry more than he appeared to do, Amy couldn’t help but think…

“Honey, I know you have this need to control everything, which 99% of the time is both admirable and adorable, but right now you’re just riling yourself up about something that isn’t that deep. They all love us and in the end they just want us to be happy. Even if we get a bit lovey-dovey at times,” he confirmed his little explanation with a warm smile.

“I don’t give a hoot, Jake!” Amy exclaimed totally disregarding Jake’s actually pretty reasonable words. “We’re going to run through every second of that dinner and pinpoint every couple-y interaction we’ve had!” She got up and ran towards her little library/office-room.

“We?” Jake questioned mid-yawn, trying to follow her with his eyes until she disappeared into the other room, left behind surprised by his wife’s sudden initiative. A initiative which he appeared to be have been dragged into.

“Yes,” Amy yelled from the other room. “We’re going to write down every single couple-y thing we did at dinner tonight, from the second we walked into Terry’s place to the time we left, and prove that we aren’t that bad!”

Mostly just wanting to give into the tiredness and desire to just go to bed and cuddlee with his wife, but also knowing he wanted to stick to Amy’s side for this, hopefully keeping her tendency spiraling a bay, Jake tiredly rubbed his eyes trying to push aside the incoming feeling of exhaustion. And as if on cue, the second he lied down stretching out on the soft material of their couch, Amy marched back into the living room with notebook and pen in hand. When she sat down on the floor abreast Jake’s head, between the couch and the coffee table placing her appliance on the surface before her, Jake then noticed how she’d pulled her before lose, casual waves into a high pony tail – she nor the magnitude of Amy’s mission was to be messed with.

“Okay, so…”

From his admittedly relaxed and not as intensely engaged position Jake could, by an inch over her shoulder, catch a glimpse of the now open notebook where Amy’s elegant handwriting was preparing a neat list to be filled, appropriately titled List of reasons why we’ve been  “too much”.  Jake chuckled to himself allowing his eyes to rest just a bit, sneak closed, as he of course would stay awake with Amy but physically couldn’t fight his body’s tiredness entirely. Being there physically would surely be good enough.

“Okay, so we arrived at Terry’s house, separately, very important to note…” she scribbled down before continuing, “…since you worked a bit later, thus came directly from work with Charles so we couldn’t have possibly done anything there…” Amy started scribbling down until Jake chimed, or rather muttered, in himself.

“But since I’d missed you for those few hours after you left work, I walked directly over to you and kissed you in front of everyone before saying-“

“Hi, beautiful wife…” Amy finished his sentence quoting the moment from earlier by memory with a defeated voice upon realizing this wouldn’t be a moment in her favor. She quietly wrote it down not feeling like further commenting. “Okay, but that isn’t uncommon for us… or just any couple in general!”

“I know, babe,” Jake yawned.

“So no reason for them to be upset about that… Anyways, then we stood in the kitchen while Terry and Charles finished cooking dinner, had a glass of wine… Pretty innocent if you ask me-“

“Until we touched glasses and toasted to our 23 days as husband and wife before sharing another kiss,” Jake added sheepishly earning himself another discontent grunt prompting the sound of scribbling.  

“Whatever… Let’s move on…”

And thus they did indeed manage to run through every moment, every second, every turning point of the night while Amy dutifully and neatly as always took notes and, internally, realized that she hadn’t really been aware of a lot of the amorous moments between her and Jake - they sort of just happened, naturally, like a consistent love-pattern. Taking up multiple pages of the notebook, the list clearly reflected this, but Amy still seemed somewhat in denial. Or at least right up until she added the final period to wind-up her final bullet point: J jokingly grabbed A’s butt while yelling “Wifey-butt!” when walking to the car after dinner.

“Oh my god…” Amy complained as her body hopelessly slumped back against the couch where Jake was still resting while also being very much dedicated to his wife’s project dismay, since he was the one who 9 times out of 10 would remind her of forgotten moments, stolen kisses and loving gazes she’d forgotten about.

“I can’t believe it,” she twisted her torso as to look at her husband behind her genuinely expecting a horrified expression matching hers alas instead being met by tired, adoring eyes and a grin that was impossible to hide when his wife’s despair upon realization was this cute.

“Why are you smiling?” she frowned mostly frustrated by the situation but also confused by her husband’s lack of shared sentiment.

“We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about,” he mumbled the side of his face pressed against one of their throw pillows. “It’s cute. That’s all.”

Amy immediately felt defensive about the accusation, mostly because she knew he was right but that wasn’t exactly the expected outcome when she’d set up this little private investigation of her. “I have not complained about-“

“Oh, you’re so cute when you try to disguise the truth, babe,” he kept grinning. If there was one thing Jake loved it was teasing. Something he loved even more? Teasing Amy Santiago. And something he loved even more? Teasing Amy Santiago when she was in a miffy mood.

“I’m serious! When have I ever complained about a bit of PDA ever? People can do whatever they want,” she had now fully switched, made a 180 turn, in her seat on the floor and looked directly at her husband with a challenging demeanor. Jake was not about to let an opportunity of this greatness like this slip away that easily: he was definitely going to get the most out of it.

“I know it’s hard to face the truth,” he said nonchalantly, definitely playing her, meanwhile he switched to lie on his back as he let out an exaggerated yawn and laced his fingers together behind his head as extra support – and also to look that more pleased with himself and the situation.  “But the Jake Peralta boyfriend gone husband-experience can do these sort of… crazy things to a woman. It’s totally cool, honey, if you’ve just been unconsciously swept away by the rush of having me as your husband. It’s out of your control and that’s okay.”

As well as Jake knew he could push her buttons Amy knew just as well, if not even better, that there were many ways to knock Jake off his cocky perch. This, suddenly, was much more important than what anyone thought of them, or her trying to solve the matter, because them being those clingy newlyweds she always complained about meant she always had her husband wrapped around her little finger. Perhaps, she had to admit, it was hypocritical of her to think like this, when she’d been the one whinnying about random couples’ #twomonthsofmarriage-posts on Instagram (Like, who cares about your two months of marriage, Karen?), and the one to roll her eyes upon overhearing some random woman mention her husband 23 times during a 5-minute conversation at their local coffee shop: she was now that annoying Instagram-couple and coffee shop-woman, all in one… A supreme-annoyingly clingy-wife.

But coming to the realization that, perhaps, she was a hypocrite was her learning from her mistakes, right? That was a good thing.

Either way she didn’t really care because, from where she was still planted on the floor before him, Amy could physically feel her brain have a change of attitude as it shut out any previous doubts and anxieties about what other thought of their marriage, their way of loving each other, and instead replacing it with the sudden brutish need to, first of all, shut Jake up, and second of all, rebel against exterior opinions about them.

She was definitely turning to her annoying newlywed-ways to make her husband shut up.

“I guess,” her before frantic tone was now suddenly completely gone and replaced by a sultry, confident tone matching the new-sprung darkness in her eyes. “But then this…”

Jake’s before tired demeanor was swallowed along with his pride the second his always beautiful, and also incredibly hot wife, pushed herself off the floor and mounted the couch to straddle his hips, more precisely the exact area where he knew she knew there would be no opposing her, with the sleek movements of a lioness sneaking up on its prey. It especially threw him off even further when she repositioned herself, innocently pretending to ‘just get comfortable’, thus applying just the right sultry movement and amount of pressure to this most vulnerable area.

“I guess this…” she made sure the ‘s’ was clearly hissed directly into his ear as she, leaned down over him, slowly bit by bit, started to build him up by allowing her hips another grinding motion thus sending electricity through his entire body, before rounding off her pending taunt, “… is not in my control either then.”

There were no to make it past Jake’s gaping lips, all caught up in tangles in his suddenly very dry throat, although the hitch in his breath in reaction to the movement of her hips couldn’t’ve escaped her in a million years. She had him right where she wanted him.

“Is it?” she taunted again unbending her torso back up to sit up straight.

His hands which had before been resting carefree behind his head escaped its spot finding a new home on her waist, gently tracing up and down its curves like a potter shaping soft clay into artwork.

“Ames,” he whimpered upon the sensation of feeling her hands being placed on top of his to guide them downwards, past the narrowest part of her curvature, and fixed on the fullest part of her hips – where she wanted them to be. For now, that is. By instinct, being very familiar with his favorite kind of handful, Jake’s fingers dug into the fabric-clad flesh not caring whether or not he’d leave marks: her uniform would surely cover it in the morning.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t think I can control it when you’re around me, husband,” she definitely felt his body quiver at his still somewhat new title and, God, how sinful of a meaning that simple word had suddenly gained in the moment. Having fulfilled their duty of guiding him to where she wanted his touch, Amy’s hands made their way off of his before torturously sliding up his torso to play with the first, top button of his dark green flannel – one of her favorites on him… and, of course, off. Meeting her secret expectations his hands reacted to her undressing him by sliding his hands down further behind her to then, instead of her waist, grab the curve of her ass, additionally allowing himself to pull her abdomen into a soft motion against him in the desperate need of the friction she’d already given him a foretaste of. Pride was not a thing he contained much of around Amy Santiago-Peralta: was he going to let her make him unravel at the seams so easily? Absolutely. Would he be down for whatever direction she planned on taking this in? Without a doubt, even if it meant just making out followed by some cuddling, although he was currently rock hard and internally praying that she wouldn’t stop the course of things any time soon.

Her fingers popped the last button of his flannel, and with a simple look, she wordlessly ordered him to sit up straight, which he dutifully did, thus allowing her to push the fabric off of his broad shoulders before proceeding to abandon it on the floor. It might’ve been her favorite flannel on him but she liked it even more on the surface of their carpet. Thinking that she had full control of the situation, Amy was definitely startled at the sensation of Jake’s teeth taking a bite into the sensitive skin of her neck, the extra tender area right beneath where her jaw met the side of her throat and whether it was what he’d set out to do or not, he surely extracted a long, deep sigh from her now, between the fondling and the bites, much more agitated body. Seemed as if Jake Santiago-Peralta was back on track after being knocked off his feet for a moment, and though she did immensely enjoy having the upper hand, there was something about Jake fighting his way back to dominance that undeniably had her body feel some kind of way.

She obviously couldn’t, it being physically impossible, see it for herself but oh how she could feel the way her husband’s teeth and lips were painting colorful love-bruises on her more than usual tan and crisp skin (Thank you very much, 2 week honeymoon in Mexico). Although, before her mind could wander off to create a mental top 5-list of most effective ways to hide said up and coming hickeys, her awareness shifted to the feeling of her husband’s purposive hands grabbing the skirt of her dress, pulling it up to bundle droopily around her waist, and earning him a tiny hitch in her throat to be felt where his teeth were still attached to her.

All the teasing, the control she’d gained in counter to his cockiness, had with the snap of the fingers dissolved into the shameless abandoning of herself, giving in to the fervor he so powerfully incited within her.

“Stop worrying,” he slowly ran his hands up under the bundled material before redirecting his hands back to hold onto the soft pulp of her ass, this time the only barrier being the fabric of her panties, earning him a tiny squirm telling him she slowly began to unravel at the seams – just for him. His lips targeted a new area: hers. “You’re my wife. I’m your husband. No one gets to decide what can and can’t do.”  

As if to enhance his point, making sure she wouldn’t forget anytime soon, there was a brief moment where he drew back just a few inches to look directly into her eyes with passion still burning in his. Meanwhile one hand had left her behind and instead purposefully grabbed her jaw, making sure to keep the grip somewhat soft as to not hurt her but still firm enough to make sure she would look back.  If he hadn’t had a certain agenda in mind he would’ve let the image before him bring him to his knees: Amy, messy hair, swollen lips, dark eyes, ruffled and barely holding on dress. But he had to stay firm and focused. His hand didn’t let go of her jaw and she dutifully complied deeply turned on by the discourse of the events and this persona Jake had chosen to bring out. Usually she loved having the upper hand during sexy timez, but somehow, seeing how Jake was handling her when her mind was spinning out of control, his sudden craving for dominance came like a blessing in disguise.

His lips crashed with hers, and being distracted like she was by his mesmerising dominant persona, it took her by both storm and surprise thus not being able to hold back a pure, honest moan holding so much pleasure. Only the way his fingers teasingly traced the lace on the edge of her panties could come near taking her attention away from what, in the moment, felt like her life’s hottest kiss.

“Understood?” he breathed into her lips barely able to with the lack of air in his lungs. She nodded grasping desperately at the soft white fabric of his undershirt.

“Good,” he growled, pleased by the newfound wet fabric between his wife’s legs meaning he was certainly doing something right: he had her exactly where he wanted her, both physically and mentally, and he had his now slick fingers as proof.

“Now,” he continuously toyed with the fabric, feeling up her heat before slowly edging the pantie as far down as her bent legs straddling him would allow. “You’re going to rip that list out of your notebook… ” his lips slid away from hers redirecting to nibble on her ear lobe. “Then you’re going to throw it out… ” a kiss to the shell of her ear followed behind, setting up his final act of persuasion. She was so far gone under the influence of his touch that she didn’t even care to disagree with having to throw out 20 minutes dedicated research, ink from her favorite pen and quality paper from one of her best notebooks.

“… and then your husband is going to take you to your bedroom and fuck you so hard you’ll forget the others even said anything at all. I’ll make sure you never complain about being newlyweds ever again.”

[barzzal]

-ˋˏ it’s wet weekends! ˊ-

let’s start this whole thing over, shall we? as usual, just wanna thank everyone who always participate and interact with me! you’re free and encouraged to send in your thots for the boys i write for. sid and mat are the ‘usual’ but if you have anyone in mind that you feel like i’ll be open to write for, pls do send! i like hearing what you have to say. anyway, a few starters before we get this thing going:

first and foremost, if you’re a minor, (below 18) please do not dare to participate in this. i don’t mean to be rude and exclude you all but you’re not welcome here. this is for the wine moms and vodka aunts of hockeyblr. i hope you’ll be kind enough to respect that.

second, don’t forget to read the footnote!!

alright, now that the kids are asleep;

this post will be reblogged on weekends that i feel like hosting this sort-of-blurb-night. i might pin this up too so watch out for that in case you wanna participate!

the thots/concepts you’ll send me will come in blurbs and drabbles depending on how inspired i am writing it. some tend to be longer but i make it a point to have it just a light-read.

however, if i do like the player you send me but only have surface/very limited knowledge of them, i might just end up discussing your concept. i hope we’re cool about that!

what you can send: smutty concepts, thots, prompts and all that goes under the nsfw umbrella. you can also send in domestic stuff like mornings with the hockey you like, or anything fluffy if that’s what you prefer. but do keep in mind that wet weekends is for yenno

if i feel like i wouldn’t give your concept justice or that it is already ‘it’ for me that my adding up to it would ruin the concept, i will still be publishing it and just discuss it with yall!

unlike the previous wet weekend/s i’ve hosted, the pieces are now gonna be preceded by a proper warning tailored to the content underneath the cut. i’ll try my best to be as thorough as possible but please, if the warnings itself already make you feel iffy or sumn just do both of us a favor and scroll right past it.

and as always: albeit likes are nice and all, your reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! every author needs it so please help us by talking to us about our work. y’all gotta give us some room to improve. case in point: wet weekends!

now that that’s out of our hair: send me your thots and keep it spicy!

please be guided by the primary labels i will use:

pg (18+): safe for everyone. and by everyone i meant adult-safe-everyone. these are most likely suggestive or wholesome/domestic concepts. cuddles, makeout sesh, honeymoon phase typa thing, maybe?

nsfw (18+): it might be just vanilla sex but i would still recommend going through the succeeding warnings i will include. hope we’re okay with that!

disclaimer: regardless of you being an adult, please keep in mind that everything i produce are purely works of fiction. imagines, fantasies, whatever you choose to call it. i am not to be held liable when it comes to teaching y’all about sex. it doesn’t mean that i recommend any of it, even more so force you into liking/doing it. it’s nice to experiment with your partner and indulge in all the naaasty (or if you don’t have one that’s cool too) but most of the time i’m just taking my experiences/experiences of people i hold dear close irl (i don’t necessarily take their personal stories and write it here in canon bc that’s hella creepy but i tend to get inspo from that kinda like things i wanna do for when i do do it, you get me?) so to cut this short, you are solely responsible to what you choose to consume as i am to what i choose to put out. as always, happy reading!! 💜 — ally.

[kindofspecificstore]

Director’s cut on your Much Ado fic? 👀

😍Emma, thank you for forever indulging this love of mine. Seriously, what would you like to know?? I call Much Ado About Schitt All my quasi thesis because the capstone course of my theatre degree was Adapting Shakespeare for the Contemporary Stage, and I just poured all my love and knowledge from that into this fic.

I wasn’t all that familiar with Much Ado, so I started by watching the Kenneth Branagh film (EMMA THOMPSON AS BEATRICE IS PERFECTION), and fully rereading the play and taking notes. another_Hero wanted Alexis/Stevie as the main pairing and suggested Moira as Leonato, so I took all that and then made everyone else gay because Elevate! Femslash baybee. With that, I wanted to embrace the femininity of it all, and go for a soft cottagecore vibe. (did i just slap my aesthetic onto a Shakespeare play? yes. yes i did.) The Magical Realism came from Alexis conveniently arriving in places in what felt like no time at all, so I just made her able to teleport. David and Rachel are also supposed to be twins, another Shakespearean easter egg, but this detail didn’t make it in. 

The first image that came to me was Alexis’s masquerade costume, which was the inspo I gave to @rhetoricalk. They did an absolutely beautiful job with the art, as did amanita with their reading of it. I also had a playlist and mood board I tinkered with throughout the process, which I do with all my AU’s. 

Basically, if anyone ever wants to slide into my DM’s and talk Shakespeare; whether you need help with fic research, you have a related prompt, or you just want to scream about a production you saw... Come say hi. I’m a big nerd, in case everything I just said didn’t give that away. 💕