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[walkingstackofbooks]

Just a little ficlet that I doubt will make it into anything larger.

Post-canon Cardassia: Julian asks Ezri (and Dax) to be a part of his and Garak's wedding.

It had been lovely to properly catch up with Julian, and see how happy he was now. Conversation had flowed as easily as ever as they ambled along; it was hard to believe they'd once thought that dating-and-breaking-up would stop them from being friends.

Ezri wasn't sure how long they'd been walking when Julian came to a sudden stop, flexing his hands in that way he did when he was worried about something.

"Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you. Well, you and Dax. If that makes sense? A couple of things, really," he said. Ezri wondered how many times he'd silently rehearsed that, only for it still to come out so awkwardly.

"Go on?"

"Um, first of all - will you be my best man? At the wedding?"

Ezri laughed, taken aback, but Julian seemed completely serious. "Me?" she said, incredulously. "I mean, I'm flattered that you're asking - but I'd have thought you'd have wanted Miles?"

Julian nodded, chuckling through gritted teeth. "Yes... and no - I was trying to decide who of you I'd ask. No offence!" he added hurriedly, probably realising how that sounded. "But, you see, the thing is that Garak asked Miles before I could."

"Garak? Why?"

Julian sighed, rolling his eyes. "Garak says that since it's a human tradition, he felt it was only proper to ask one of his human friends - actually, "acquaintances" was how he put it. Personally, I think he's just doing it to irritate both of us - but I don't have any proof. Yet."

Although he had tried to sound cross about it, Julian couldn't stop a fond smile breaking across his face. "I still can't believe I'm going to marry him," he mused, looking off into the distance contentedly before snapping back to face Ezri. "Well, anyway - will you do it?"

"Of course," she replied warmly, taking his hands in her own. "I'd love to."

He squeezed her hands tightly in gratitude. "Great," he grinned. "That's... that's really great, Ezri. Thank you."

As she stepped back, letting go of him, she could see that despite his happiness, there was still an air of anxiety around him.

"And the second thing?" she prompted, assuming that was the cause.

"Ah, yes," Julian said, smile slipping for a moment, some heaviness stealing into his expression. His gaze wandered off over her shoulder.

"Julian?"

Unexpectedly, he laughed, straightening up as he looked at her again. "I'm sorry, it's just that I really don't have any right to ask this of you," he said, hands - as usual - accompanying his words with haphazard gestures. "But... well... I wanted to ask if you'd plan the afterparty?"

"Me?" she asked, laughing again, unable to think of a different way to reply. "Julian, I'm not really a party person. I'm sure you could find someone who would actually know what they're doing. I wouldn't know where to start!"

"I know," he replied, "but Dax does, right?"

She frowned, trying to work out what he was getting at. Julian closed his eyes for a moment, sighing.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, "I was just hoping I could ask you as Dax..." He trailed off and looked away, shrugging. "It's probably silly, really. But I haven't been able to shake the thought that if Jadzia were here, nothing would have stopped her from taking over the party plans. And I just thought that maybe, if you did it, it would be like having a little bit of her, there, too."

"Oh, Julian," she breathed, allowing the strangeness of feeling like she was being mourned to wash over her. It was a familiar sensation, but it was far easier to hang on to her own Ezri-ness nowadays, and she shook herself back into the present.

"Well, I can't guarantee it'll live up to your expectations - but I'll do my best," she promised sincerely. "For you, and for Jadzia."

He smiled back, shakily. "It's not too much to ask?"

"Not at all," she reassured him, although she wasn't entirely certain that was true. She'd cross that bridge when she came to it. "I'm just sorry that you still miss her so much."

He turned his head sharply, as though she'd said something confusing. "I'm not," he said, his wet eyes catching hers with an unusual intensity. She tilted her head, raising her eyebrows in her own silent question.

"I'm not sorry that I miss her, I mean," he explained, voice rough, but steady. "If I didn't, it would mean that I'd forgotten how important she was to me when she was alive - and I'd never want that to happen. Even if it still sometimes hurts to remember her. I wouldn't give up those memories for anything. Not that I can, of course" he added, tapping his forehead. "Perfect recall has to count for something."

Ezri wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. The counsellor part of her wanted to ask if he'd spoken to anyone about how his enhanced memories had impacted on his grief... but she figured now wasn't the right time, and tabled that thought for a future conversation.

"Come on," she said instead, linking her arm through his. "I don't know how much further we've got to walk to get there, but I know we're not there yet."

--

Like I said, I don't expect to write this into a whole story - but this conversation was partly the inspiration for the song I made about grieving Jadzia, if you're interested at all :)

(But I can't regret missing you / Even when I know it means / That my heart won't lighten again. / Even losing one memory / Would be the death of me - / You were magnificent / And I won't forget that.)

(Yes, I am having FEELINGS about Jadzia's death and I want to share them so badly 😅😅😅)

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once i saw a picture of andy bean covered in tattoos and i still think about it once a day

[cevansbrat0007]

There is a trend on some social media where the wife/Gf gives her man a full plate and only her self a little saying that is all that was left. How would Andy and Ari act in that situation?

What's Eating You, Mr. Levinson?

Summary: You decide to test your man's patience with a prank you saw on TikTok. CLICK HERE to read Andrew Barber's reaction to the same prompt.

Warnings: Mature Themes, References to Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, TikTok Hijinks, Brief Mention of Calorie Counting, Bickering, Manhandling, Threats of Spanking/Punishment, Discussion of a Sex Tape, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt brought to you courtesy of a Reader Request. This fic features Ari Levinson from my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You weren’t quite sure what possessed you to do this. If anybody asked, you would claim temporary insanity. But right now you were about to get up to some mischief. 

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” You mutter under your breath as you adjust the position of the camera you hid tucked away behind a plant. Pleased with the angle, you make a mental note to revisit the world of Harry Potter sooner rather than later. 

It was officially time for a reread. 

Tonight you were gonna play a little joke on your bounty hunter boyfriend. One that you’d come across the other day after accidentally straying from the wonderful world of BookTok. You just hoped he would find it as amusing as you did. In fact, you were certain that he would.

Eventually.   

Hands on your hips, you do an about-face and traipse back into the kitchen to get started on dinner. On tonight’s menu was a Tuscan pork roast, complete with red wine mushrooms and Haricots Verts – also known as French Green Beans. And for dessert, you’d decided to whip up your man’s favorite: key lime pie 

So, even if he got pissed at you later, you were confident you had something that would soothe his ruffled feathers. 

Fingers crossed.

Later that Evening…

The heady thrum of excitement hits you the moment you hear the open and shut of your front door. Having anticipated his arrival, you’d even thrown on a new dress and cued up a little music. While it wasn’t your usual style, you knew without a doubt that Ari would appreciate your efforts. 

“Bird?” 

The sound of your nickname has a smile forming on your lips before you even realize it. Smoothing your hands over your skirt, you make your way towards your mudroom, eager to greet your handsome bounty hunter. 

His eyes light up the moment he sees you. He stands there for a moment, drinking in the sight you clad in your new black dress and wedge heels. 

“Well, get a look at you.” He breathes, allowing his bag to drop at his feet next to his forgotten boots.

“You like?” Biting your lip, you give into temptation and do a little spin. 

Confidence blooms when you hear his appreciative whistle. But that’s nowhere near enough for your man. Because now that you’d gone and given him a show, he wanted more. 

“Oh baby, I love.” 

Pulling you into his arms, his mouth quickly descends upon your own. His tongue wastes no time finding yours, exploring every inch, every corner of your mouth. He lets you know without words that he’s so unbelievably happy to be home holding you like this. 

You cling to him, your hands roving beneath the soft fabric of his t-shirt to run along the sculpted plane of his back. When he finally lets you up for air it’s so he can nuzzle his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet, unique scent.    

“You’re beautiful.” He rasps, pecking your lips once more, his large hands come up to frame your face. “So beautiful. Can’t wait to take this dress off you later, see what you might be hiding underneath.”

“All in good time, Beast.” Your lashes flutter closed as you lean into his touch. “All in good time.”

“What if I don’t wanna wait?” His husky growl rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest as he fiddles the material of your skirt. 

“Well, you’re gonna.” Comes your cheeky response. “So go on and wash up for supper. We’re having something yummy.” You bat as his hands, intending to shoo him up the stairs.

The look that flashes across your man’s face makes it clear that he’d much rather have you for dinner instead. He boxes you in, slowly crowding you with his much larger frame as he backs you against a nearby wall. 

However, you refuse to let yourself be swayed.

“I mean it, mister.” You repeat, poking him in the chest. “Now, be a good boy and go wash up.” Ari’s eyes darken at your words. His head dips without warning as he bites your finger, sucking the digit into his mouth, making you gasp. 

“Alright, Duchess. Have it your way.” He growls once he finally deigns to release you. “You’d best be ready for me when I get back.” With that, he gives you his back as he strides off in the direction of the stairs.

“I ain’t scared of you.” You tell his retreating form, waiting until you hear his heavy footfalls sounding on the floor above you. Only then do you move, intending to finish setting up for dinner. 

‘Alright, sugar.’ You think, taking a second to fluff your curls. ‘Time to earn yourself an Oscar.’ 

Fifteen Minutes Later…

You’ve just finished hiding away what’s left of your meal when you hear Ari make his way into your tiny dining room.

“Have a seat, Beast!” You call out, hoping that the act you were about to put on was at least mildly convincing. “I–I’ll be right in.”

Blowing out a breath you snag your bounty hunter’s plate, along with a glass of wine, and head into the next room. Although he admittedly wasn’t much of a wine drinker before he met you, he tended to enjoy whatever selection you paired with your meal. 

Tonight you’d picked a lovely pinot noir.       

This time when you see him, you’re treated to the sight of a freshly showered Ari lazily sprawled in one of your slightly too small chairs. His still damp hair is pushed back off his face as he waits for you, patiently biding his time while he plans his next move.

Or so you assumed, anyway.

“Here you are.” You sing as you approach. “Tonight I bring you an expertly roasted Tuscan pork loin, complete with a garlic and mushroom risotto and french-style green beans.”

“Smells good, baby.” He absentmindedly scratches at his jaw while he surveys the mountain of food on his plate. 

“Hopefully it tastes good too.” You lean down to press a quick kiss against his temple. “I’ll, uh, be right back with mine.” The handsome brute smacks your ass when you turn to depart, making you yip.      

“Hurry back.” He grunts, letting out a chuckle when he sees you trying to rub the sting out of your butt.

Seconds later you return with your food before quietly taking a seat at the table, all the while refusing to make eye contact. Picking up your napkin, you make a show of draping it across your knee, and then…

You wait. 

It doesn’t take long for Ari to notice the differences between your respective plates, and it takes even less time for him to speak on it – much to your internal satisfaction.

“What the–?” Ari pushes his plate aside so that he can get a better look at your virtually empty one. “Where the hell’s the rest of your food, baby?” His deep voice comes out deceptively soft.  

“Huh?” You cast him a sheepish glance, feigning embarrassment. “Oh this? It’s fine.”

“That’s not what I asked, Bird.” The quiet steel in his voice is impossible to miss.

“I know it wasn’t. But this was all that was left, so…” You trail off, averting your gaze in favor of using your fork to push food around your plate. “It’s fine.”

“There’s that damn word again.” You hear him grumble under his breath, his nostrils flaring in frustration. “I got news for you, Bird. It ain’t fine.” He grouses, reaching for you even as you shift away.

“But it is.” You sing, daintily fanning yourself with a napkin. 

“No it isn’t.” He sings right back, clearly not understanding your game. Which was a good thing. It meant that you two could play a little longer.  

“Look, if this is about you feeling like you need to start counting calories again…” Ari goes to rest his elbows on the table, his own meal all but forgotten. “Then please believe me when I tell you that you look phenomenal. And not just tonight, baby. I mean every night.”

You feel your cheeks heat as your body responds to his praise. That familiar warmth soon spreads, pooling in your belly while you mentally preen at his words.  

“Thank you, Ari.” 

“Oh don’t thank me, sweet girl.” His already husky voice dips another octave. “I just want you to eat.” You stifle a small shiver when the roughened pads of his fingertips lightly graze over your hand. “Now, do me a kindness and take your pretty little self back into that kitchen and fix yourself a proper plate.” 

And there it was. He thought you were lying about there not being any leftovers. He was right, of course. Just not the way he thought he was. 

“I would if I could, sugar.” You stretch out your legs beneath the table as you prepare to really sell the narrative. “Honest. But there really isn’t anything left. I…accidentally only bought one pork loin instead of two. And then I misjudged the recipe for the risotto, but that was most likely on account of the fact that I was in my feelings about the state of Herb & Twine’s green beans selection. It wasn’t very good.”

Ari doesn’t tell you this, but he’s actually impressed by your ability to speak that fast without so much as taking a breath. Instead all you receive is a gruff “uh huh” for your trouble.  

“So,” You forge on, now fully committed to the bit. “I salvaged what I could out of the meal I planned and then gave most of it to you.”

“Why?” 

Boy, he did not look happy. Which was great news for you

“Because…” You draw out the word, wincing when you belatedly notice the sudden tick in his jaw. “I just…felt like you shouldn’t have to suffer for my mistakes.”

“Oh.” He hums, pursing his lips as he mulls over your story. “Well, I reckon we’ll just have to fix that.”

Unsure of what he means, you open your mouth to keep talking, only to let out a shriek when Ari suddenly reaches over to grip the back of your chair to drag you, and it, over closer to him.  

“Christ, Beast!” Your hand flies to your still-heaving chest as you will your heartbeat to calm down. 

But your man’s not done yet. 

You scarcely have time to catch your breath before you’re hauled into his lap. Immediately your arms go to weave themselves around his neck to keep you from falling. Not that Ari would’ve ever allowed that to happen.

Seemingly unbothered by your rather dramatic response, Ari seeks to balance you on top of his muscled thighs as he leans over again to retrieve your plate. You watch in confusion as he unceremoniously dumps the contents onto his own dish before setting yours aside once more. 

“Hate to break it to you, Duchess.” He seamlessly adjusts your positions so that he can grasp his knife and fork. “But I don’t need all this food. So it looks like we’ll just have to share.” 

Momentarily stunned by this turn of events you can only nod as he feeds you a tender bite of pork. It takes a moment for you to find your voice, but when you finally do, it’s to utter two simple words. 

“Ari, wait.” 

“‘Fraid I’m not really in the mood to wait.” Your impatient bounty hunter warns. But he does pause his efforts, his fork hovering mere centimeters from your mouth. “You’re nuts if you think I’m the kinda man who would even consider stuffing himself while his lady sits by and starves.”

“I know.” You assure him before rearranging your body so that you’re facing him, your thighs  now straddling his hips. “And I think that’s awfully sweet.”

“Great. So how about you –”

“But since this is a prank…” The grin you’re sporting threatens to split your face in two. “It looks like you get to keep your food.”

Ari blinks back at you, his mouth briefly opening and closing in a way that very much reminds you of a fish. You feel positively giddy as you press your hands on either side of his bearded face so you can plant a kiss on his full lips while he tries, and fails, to make sense of what you just said. 

“Run that by me one more time.” His quiet snarl is enough to have you soaking your panties.

“I saw this thing on TikTok, where these women all decided to prank their boyfriends by serving them this big ol’ plate of food, while pretending to give themselves only a little bit and claiming that was all that was leftover. They filmed their reactions and posted ‘em for everyone else to see.”

“What the hell is a fuckin’ TikTok?” 

“It’s this app where you…” You pause as you try to find the right words. “Where people can, um–”

“Post dumb shit?” He quirks a tawny brow as he tries to remain serious, even though you’re also pretty sure that you just saw his lips twitch. “Come up with new and inventive ways to torture the men that love them?”

“I mean, that’s not all it is.” You take a moment to whisper kisses along his chiseled jaw. “But I guess that’s a pretty accurate description.”

“Hmph.” Your grumpy bounty hunter continues to glower at you, even as his large, warm hands move to settle on your hips. “And am I right to assume you’re recording this?”

“Maybe…” You giggle, not bothering to hide just how funny you found this all to be. “Oh – but I was never gonna post it. Promise.” 

You hold up your pinky, trying your hardest to look solemn. But the look Ari gives you lets you know that he’s done falling for your act. 

“I’m warning you, Duchess.” He grunts, lightly bouncing you on his lap. “I swear to God, if I catch myself on that fuckin’ tock clock…thing…you have my word that I’m gonna redden that ass.”

“I already told you I wasn’t gonna.” You reassure him once more, resting your forehead against his. “By the way, thanks for bein’ such a good sport about the whole thing.”

“No problem.” He flashes you a feral grin, revealing his pearly white teeth. It shoots straight to your core. “But the way I see it, you kinda owe me one. Don’t you?” He leans in close as his hands begin gently kneading your curves. 

“Um…I don’t think–” You let out a soft whimper when he drags his nose along the delicate column of your throat.

“Oh, but I do.” He nips at your jaw. 

“I suppose that’s fair.” 

“Trust me, it is.” His sensual growl has you practically shivering with need. “Which is why you’re gonna show me where you hid that camera.” His lust-filled gaze drops to your cleavage as he openly begins undressing you with his eyes.

“Now hold on a minute, Beast –” You stammer once realization dawns. 

“Aw, don’t fret.” Ari’s rueful chuckle lets you know that you will never win this battle. “You’ll have your turn to direct our little movie.” Ari suddenly stands without warning so that he can gently deposit you back in your own chair. “Especially now that I know how much you love performing for the camera.

Oh, the man had you there. Sometimes your Beast was a bit too cunning for your liking. 

“I don’t think–” You try again, now feeling shy. “What we do in the dark has no business being on film!”

“Hm, guess we’ll just have to keep the lights on. But for now, let’s get you fed.” He drops a kiss on your head before picking up your empty dish and sauntering off towards the kitchen. “We’ll talk lighting and camera angles once you’re finished.” 

Good Lord on high. What had you just gotten yourself into?

“Here we are.” Ari continues upon his return a few minutes later. He sets your down in front of you before taking your napkin and redraping it across your lap. “But I’d eat fast if I were you.”

“Um…why?” You ask, eyeing him warily. 

“Because.” He winks at you before taking a seat and enthusiastically spearing a piece of meat onto his fork. “Tonight’s dress rehearsal starts in thirty minutes.”

END

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*inhales* ANDIIIIII !!!! 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭

This is so sweet of you oh my gosh ❤️❤️❤️ (Also this is such perfect timing haha we are counting down the minutes to 2024 now where I am!!!) I'm totally hooked by this excerpt and will run to read it asap and then get ready for my flailing 😌❣️ ilysm 🫶

New fic: When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night

Drarry | Teen and up | 6k | Cursed Child compliant featuring smitten pining Draco, friends to lovers and a New Year's kiss

For my dear friend @crazybutgood I hope you'll like this babe, I tried to keep it sweet and as fluffy as I could while still including the pining. Happy New Year, I hope 2024 will bring us all better times 💖 Thank you to @goblinmatriarch for looking this over, you're a star!

Excerpt:

The weather outside is frightful, a classic London winter with greyish brown sludge trying to pose as snow, but inside the Ministry of Magic, all the windows are showing bright white landscapes and twinkling stars. With barely one week left until Christmas Day, tension and festivity is running high.

Draco is, as usual, sat as his desk and rubbing his temples when Harry swings by to get him for lunch. It takes Draco an embarrassingly long time to spot Harry, leaning on the door frame to Draco’s office, arms crossed and eyes shining with mirth.

“Let me guess,” Harry says when Draco finally looks up at him wearily, “is it Ambrosia Kelpenfog from the Ministry of Magic Public Information Services again?”

Draco groans and puts his head in his hands. He knows that this makes his cheeks draw outwards, which makes him look even pointier than usual, but he doesn’t care, because he also knows Harry likes it when he’s being dramatic. “Fifty points to Gryffindor,” he says, and Harry snickers.

“Want to reschedule lunch?”

Draco straightens up and widens his eyes exaggeratedly. “I’ve never let that bint keep me from eating, however much she’s trying, and I will not let today be any different.”

“You know, I think I have a solution to your problem,” Harry says as he steps inside and reaches into his robes for his wand.

“You are not casting an Incendio on her papers; it’ll leave me with even more work when I come back!”

Harry shrugs with a crooked grin. “It usually works for me.”

Draco doesn’t have a snide comeback; he’s entirely too distracted by Harry’s dimple becoming visible. He wants to crawl up in that dimple and live there for the rest of his life.

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Photograph of A World on Fire (4) - Andy Herrera x DeLuca!Sister!Reader - Station 19/Grey's Anatomy

Summary: The world might be on fire with a pandemic happening, and you and Andy face loss after loss, but the two of you stick together and become even closer through it all.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Request: hey 💓 could you write a deluca!sister x amelia fic where r is a cheeky italian which puts amelia in gay panic mode x

A/n: this diverts from canon like a curly wurly chocolate bar, also mentions a one night stand, there's no smut but it's alluded to, so, read at your own risk, and don't ask me where this happens in canon, because that will give me another headache:) (i gave myself that headache and followed canon slightly... ooof, warning, canon character death incoming)

A/n: to whoever reads this, you are important.

Andy found out her mother was alive, and then three weeks later, a pandemic set the world on fire.

Andy's mother left, and her father told her that her mother had died, rather than her mother had abandoned her due to mental illness.

Your brother and sister were determined to quarantine away from you, and with Andy in a bubble at the firehouse, you were isolated from everyone.

Andy had enlisted herself in distracting herself about her mother by going to an art store, masked up with a list of supplies for you so you could keep making your art from home. Andy didn't know you had gotten out of the car, sitting on the bonnet with your camera, photographing the empty streets.

You didn't know it was the start of one of two projects during the pandemic that would make your career flourish, as you sat in your black attire, watching the funeral of Pruitt Herrera, that due to the pandemic had to be done online. Watching as Andy spoke, you couldn't hide the love in your eyes for this woman. This woman of fire. Your fiamma.

///

Your brother sat on your porch as you sat in the hallway, talking to each other through an open door.

"I found inspiration, for two big projects."

"Two big projects? Wow, that's amazing, angioletta. I hope I get to see them before Carina." Andrew smiled, the pride in his eyes obvious.

"Oh she'd be so mad!" You laughed, remembering the last time Andrew had seen your artwork before Carina did, and how jealous she got despite trying to hide it.

"How's your girlfriend?" Andrew threw you off, almost dropping your snack on the carpet in surprise at his question, but you took a moment before replying.

"She is at a family picnic for the first time in twenty years, and I didn't want to impose y'know. Plus, everyone is so determined to quarantine, I'm isolated from everyone and everything, but my art." You admitted, spotting the sad look on your big brother's face at your confession. You were feeling lonely.

///

"It probably won't help if I tell them that I have a girlfriend too." Andy admitted to her cousin Michelle, whose eyes lit up at Andy's admittance.

"You do? Tell me everything!"

"She's an artist, with two older siblings, who are both doctors, but she is my saving grace in this, this cruel world." Andy confessed, getting her phone out to show her cousin a photo of you, and some photos of your art.

///

Your phone buzzed as Vic sent you a video, getting your brother's attention as you gasped.

"There, there was a tiger, in the firehouse... a tiger... that's not totally terrifying!" forwarding the video to your brother, who checked his phone.

///

Fiamma: you don't have any vagina art, do you?

Cariño: that's more my sister's interior design style...

Cariño: good luck to Maya

///

"You know, on the nights we don't have dinner together. I eat canned green beans for dinner, out of the can." Andy confessed as she watched you stand over the hob, stirring your wooden spoon into something that smelt amazing.

"Fiamma, that's disgusting."

///

Andrew's text sent horror through your body as you read it. He and Carina were following a human trafficker. And nobody was answering their phone. Not Andrew, not Carina, not Andy, and not even Maya. Miranda and Ben weren't answering either, so you ran out of your house, tracking your big sister's phone as you got in your car.

Your brother was good, he was stable, taking his meds, getting sleep. Your sister had moved in with Maya, she was happy as she could be without missing Italy and stressing over your father.

Warren and Maya began to call you as Ben read your message, realising you were going after your big siblings.

///

"Announcement! Uh, Carina and her brother Andrew are... well... they're following one of the kidnappers, and uh, Y/n is going after her siblings apparently so..." Maya nervously explained, about to tell Andy off for hurriedly getting her phone but Warren shook his head.

"Probably going to call Y/n. They're, they're friends."

///

"Carina, Andrew, there's something you should know. Y/n is on her way to you, I'm guessing nobody's kept your little sister in the loop."

"Angioletta? No, she could get hurt. How does she know where we are?" Carina began to panic, hearing what Maya said.

"She's probably tracking our phones." Andrew deadpanned, knowing it was too late to stop you.

///

You knew they were at the Seattle Transit Station, running as you spotted Carina heading through the doors of the station. Speed-walking after your siblings, you barely made it onto the train before the doors shut, quickly making your way up the carriage until you landed in the seat next to Andrew, sandwiching him in the middle of you and Carina.

"What are you doing-"

"You both scared me. Plus nobody knows who I am so..." you trailed off, whispering in Italian to obscure your words to any non-Italian speakers.

The three of you watched as another passenger stood up and moved away from the three of you.

"My first time being profiled as an Italian."

///

"Stay back, angioletta." Carina whispered, as your siblings stood up to follow the human trafficker off of the train.

"Go find Ben and the police, I'm not losing her again." Andrew instructed, leaving Carina to nod and get out her phone. That was Carina's mistake as she took her eyes off of you, who ran after her big brother like she did when she was a toddler.

But Carina lost sight of you both, stuck rallying the first responders. She didn't see what you saw. The man barge into your big brother, and stab him.

"NO! Help! Help! Call 911!" You screamed loud enough that Carina heard you, hurrying over to see you putting pressure on a stab wound. A stab wound in your big brother's chest.

"We're here, we're here!" you sobbed, as Warren got your brother on a gurney, Maya holding back Carina as you curled up on the floor, hands covered in your brother's blood.

Carina cleaned your hands as you sat numbly in the back of the aid car, Maya and Ben treating your brother, and Carina recalling songs from your childhoods to soothe your brother's pain.

///

Sitting in the Grey Sloan outdoor waiting room, you were numb as you saw the look in the approaching doctor's eyes.

Your brother was dead.

///

In grieving, Carina shut down, but you threw yourself into your art projects. Carina had Maya to keep an eye on her, but you...

Andy was there for you. Andy was there when you didn't sleep at night, staring at a blank canvas until you started to paint, she sat and watched you. You didn't want to talk, your big brother was your lifeline.

"Okay, I know your French toast is better, and so is Carina's, but it's the only thing I know how to make for breakfast." Andy explained, bringing a tray into your spare room aka your art room at this point.

"Looks delicious." You managed to smile, but Andy was taken off guard as you pulled her into a hug, burying your face in her neck and not letting go.

"I'm acting captain today... are you sure you'll be okay alone?" Andy asked, her fingernails running gently over your scalp as she cradled your head.

"I have food and water. I just want to paint my grief, because I don't know how else to express it. Talking doesn't work, talking makes me miss him, even if he's with our mama now." You replied, but Andy saw the look on your face when you spotted the red paint on the palette. She didn't see how it reminded you of your brother's blood on your hands as you sat in the aid car, numb and hoping it wasn't his time.

Your siblings may have called you angioletta, little angel, but your brother was the angel among you now.

Your mother called Andrew and Carina two halves of a whole, but you needed both of them. You were away from Carina for so long growing up, all you had was your brother.

Now he was gone, Carina was stuck with the paperwork, and you buried yourself in your art. Minus any red paint, which Andy had removed after seeing the far away look on your face at the sight of it.

///

Carina called you hours later, asking if you had spoken to your father at all. You hadn't, but somehow he had heard two days ago that your brother died, and he didn't call either of you.

Andy found you sitting on your porch on her return home, in the spot where your brother had once sat, with a portfolio she hadn't seen before in your hands.

"Andrew was supposed to be the first person to see my projects, but he's..." you trailed off, opening the first page to reveal the photographs you had taken of empty Seattle streets.

"I've never seen Seattle so empty."

"Exactly." You let out a wet chuckle, holding back your tears until Andy met your gaze with a faltering smile at your crying.

///

Maya Bishop: A Doctor Gabriella Aurora just turned up here

Y/n DeLuca: you'll be okay, it's been a long time since medical school, trust me.

Maya Bishop: Come over and help me?

Y/n DeLuca: i'm having dinner with my girlfriend tonight. i'm cooking too.

Maya Bishop: Girlfriend?

*left on read 4:21pm*

///

"You know your sister has a girlfriend?" Maya enquired as she walked through the Grey Sloan car park with Carina, hand in hand.

"I assumed she had someone living with her. She had two mugs out when I surprised her one morning, and someone gave her a neck bruise."

"A hickey?" Maya raised an eyebrow, wondering how long you and whoever it was had been dating.

"Yes, a hickey. My sister is not a fan of double dates though." Carina added before Maya could get any ideas.

///

"I still haven't met your girlfriend. I even met your ex-roommate before I met her." Andy's cousin Michelle pointed out, after pointing out how Andy had gone to every barbecue and not brought you with her.

"My girlfriend lost her brother and her sister is very protective and doesn't want her getting the virus... and we still haven't told her sister we're dating, or that I moved in so..." Andy trailed off as Michelle's eyes widened.

"Oh so it's serious?"

"She's my saving grace."

///

"My visa expires next month." Carina explained to you, making you flinch. You and Andrew had citizenship, but Carina was here on a visa for her study.

"You have to go back to Italy? They shut down the immigration offices... Carina..."

"Angioletta..." Carina whispered, letting out a squeak as you pulled her into a tight hug, fear setting in that you would lose the only family you had left in America.

///

Carina and Maya were unaware of how well you really knew Andy, until it came to your brother's memorial in the Grey Sloan car park.

Amelia wasn't there, even if she had mentored your brother for a time. You hadn't thought of the neurosurgeon in a long time, having removed all traces of her from your portfolio, your life and your memory.

Whilst Maya held Carina in the car park, you sat on the ground, holding your knees to your chest until arms wrapped around you, and Andy was almost cooing in Spanish, calming you as you clung to her, mask soaked with tears.

Neither of them had any time to judge, but both were unaware you and Andy really knew each other as more than friends. Any assumption they had was wrong. Andy and yourself were well acquainted.

You didn't hide your relationship with Andy. She was at the firehouse a lot, not wanting to bring covid home back to you, since Maya and Carina were further along in their relationship and when Andy had moved in with you, she tried her best to keep you safe.

Everyone wanted to protect you, but they were isolating themselves from you to try keep you safe.

One of your art projects had been inspired by frontline workers, gaining attention online as people wanted to buy the works, the money going to charities to support people during the pandemic... you were flourishing, and your big brother couldn't see it from anywhere but above, whilst your sister and your girlfriend could see it, and you, but chose not to as often.

Your second project reflected another side to the pandemic, photography of the empty streets, void of all life. Almost apocalyptic in a sense.

Andy spent more time with you than Carina did, but you and your sister handled grief differently.

The fire between you and Andy burned brighter than anything else. An eternal flame.

"What are you painting this time? Is that a heart on fire?" Andy peeked over your shoulder, her chin resting on it as her hands hovered over your waist, hesitant to touch in case she messed up your brushstrokes.

"It was supposed to be symbolic, fires of love? Eternal flame? I think I'm better at realism... the portraits reflect that." You shrugged, gesturing to the paintings on the other side of the room.

"You are the sweetest but your sister and Maya should be here in an hour, and you are wearing more paint than clothes." Andy pointed out, her eyes widening as you smirked, walking backwards to guide her to the shower.

"Maybe you should join me, to make sure I get all the paint off."

"I would like that very much, but we need to-" Andy began to point out the lack of time, but you shushed her as you leaned in, waiting until she met you halfway, the hour countdown until Maya and Carina's arrival forgotten about...

///

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 165 & 166

Welcome to Weeks 165 & 166

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 50 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Beg - (Brock Rumlow x Reader) - @/saiyanprincessswanie

Andy Oneshot - @navybrat817

Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

The Best Thing to Ever Happen - (Lee x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

Drabble Breeding kink - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

WOUNDED - (Bucky x Reader) - @likeahorribledream

Ride the Lightning - (Thor x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art

Andy Oneshot - @syntheticavenger

Clairvoyance Avengers Fiction Part 6! - @talia-rumlow

Clairvoyance Avengers Fiction Part 7! - @/talia-rumlow

A Solid Foundation - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Happy Beans - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

a fair punishment - (Steve x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Bucky Oneshot - @writerlyhabits

sex and sage flowers - (Bucky x Reader) - @bucky-bucket-barnes

Bucky x G/N Reader Oneshot - @fluffyprettykitty

petrichor - (Bucky x Reader) - @thornsnvultures

distracted - (Bucky x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Last First Kiss - (Bucky x WOC!Reader) - @jadedvibes

Try Me - (Lloyd x Reader) - @labella420

Yellow Slide - (Bucky × reader with neurodivergent) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Collared part 19 - @spnexploration

Collared part 20 - @/spnexploration

3 Billion Divorce - Part 6 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 7 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Hands off - Part 6 - (Stucky x Reader) - @darsynia

But The Flesh Is Always Weak - (Andy x Reader) - @cockslutpadalecki

Promises Part ⅓ - (Bucky x Reader) - @preciousbarnes

Special Girl - (Stucky) - @/rookthorne

Neighborhood watch - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Bucky Headcanon - @writerlyhabits

pansies, pain, and other things about bucky - (Bucky x Reader) - @bucky-bucket-barnes

Cheesy Romance - (Loki x Reader) - @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor

FASHION SHOW - (Steve x Reader) - @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

My Skin On Yours - (Nick x Reader) - @flordeamatista

And baby makes three - (Lee x Reader) - @boxofbonesfic

A splash of courage - (Bucky x Reader) - @biteofcherry

Ready or Not - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Beard burn - (Steve x Reader) - @donutloverxo

Of Service - (Ari x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Juxtaposition - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Your Friend, Yenzy (2/?) - (Jake x Reader) - @/drabblewithfrannybarnes

Sanction - (Lloyd x Reader) - @/labella420

Crossing the line - (Bucky x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin

His Inheritance - Part 23 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Incandescent - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @navybrat817

Stuffed animals - @nekoannie-chan

know how to share - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @witchywithwhiskey

Say My Name - (Bucky x Reader) - @jadedvibes

Better Than Before - (Bucky x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight

[lilacevans]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌;

𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬

ℎ𝑖, ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦, 𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑔𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑛𝑖𝑐!

♡ : ̗̀➛ @hansensgirl - such a talented writer!

♡ : ̗̀➛ @onsunnyside - you won't find fics finer than hers!

♡ : ̗̀➛ @evansbby - get your ari fixes here, no one does him better!

♡ : ̗̀➛ @justconfettiandsomeddew - everyone's favourite fandom mother, another talented gif creator!

♡ : ̗̀➛ @treatbuckywkisses - her moodboards are gorgeous!!

♡ : ̗̀➛ @bluemusickid - so talented and a sweetheart

♡ : ̗̀➛ @harrysthiccthighss - protect at all costs

♡ : ̗̀➛ @comfortcap - queen of the soft dads

♡ : ̗̀➛ @sweater-daddiesdumbdork - my curtis loving bestie

♡ : ̗̀➛ @christhickevans - has an amazing ari series and is another talented gif creator

♡ : ̗̀➛ @starksbabie - deserves cakes and kisses and all things sweet

♡ : ̗̀➛ @chrrywined - my sweet boone baby

♡ : ̗̀➛ @stargirlfics - makes me fall in love with dilfs i don't even know

♡ : ̗̀➛ @sweetlilbambi - moodboard queen

♡ : ̗̀➛ @starchildbucky - my bucky loving baby

♡ : ̗̀➛ @geniedetails - fics to make your jaw drop

♡ : ̗̀➛ @fandom-meet-fanthem - my husband

♡ : ̗̀➛ @katlarence / @sandybarber - andy barber gif queen

♡ : ̗̀➛ @wheezy-stucky - my honey

♡ : ̗̀➛ @cevansgoatee - my joel loving bestie

♡ : ̗̀➛ @crokitheloki - my loki loving sweet baby

♡ : ̗̀➛ @worksby-d - incredible writer!! insane talent!

♡ : ̗̀➛ @lexivass - sweet baby and an amazing writer

♡ : ̗̀➛ @chrisevansdaughter - sweetest baby to exist!

♡ : ̗̀➛ @brandycranby - such a sweetheart and talented witer

♡ : ̗̀➛ @buckyinluv - another incredible writer!!

♡ : ̗̀➛ @fandoms-writings - another insanely talented writer

♡ : ̗̀➛ @honeybloomss - such a talented writer and such a sweetheart

♡ : ̗̀➛ @chibijusstuff - my bestie!!

♡ : ̗̀➛ @late-to-the-party-81 - so many amazing fics!

♡ : ̗̀➛ @ch3rries-n-cream - deserves all the love in the world

♡ : ̗̀➛ @biteofcherry - my supernatural loving bestie

♡ : ̗̀➛ @peyton--warren / @peyton-warren - my other supernatural loving bestie

♡ : ̗̀➛ @springdandelixn / @shadeysprings - amazing writer and a sweet bean!

♡ : ̗̀➛ @fleurfairie - moodboard princess, fr

♡ : ̗̀➛ @sgt-seabass - talented queen, absolutely incredible

[brandycranby]

ce characters + whether your asian parents would like them and how to win them over 🥺😣🫶🏻💕🍵

based on unfortunately realistic intrusive thoughts i have while reading self-insert fics

steve: military? hm. desi peeps leave ur comments bc idk how desi parents feel but i know ALL the east asian and southeast asian parents and grandparents might have something to say about that. the US army has left its mark.. just saying... better highlight his better features such as his sensitive artistic nature!! wait. wait. not that either, no need for them to call him a bum at the dinner table.

just... have him win your mom over with his stunning future son-in-law adorableness and charming smile 😀

andy: lawyer. that's it- no, no it doesn't matter if your EA mom prefers flower boys and he's a little too bearded. lawyer. the desi parents are messaging the Whatsapp group chat, they're calling the fam back in the motherland. look at that beard. lawyer.

tall ✅ upper middle-class ✅ drives an audi ✅ divorced? he has you now.

ari: handsome... ok.. but also. military. hmm. non-religious/non-abrahamic religious peeps, your asian parents might give him a better reception. but um, "divorced?" "has a daughter??" "soldier la??" "he have steady income???" 👁️👄👁️

my super religious background peeps, im so sorry. maybe the part where he's Jewish will get lost in translation. um. that's a fight and a half at the dinner table, good luck 🥲 maybe just elope.

curtis: ... I MEAN IS IT THE APOCALYPSE?? if not, your dad would probably like him. a man's man. strong, silent, built like a brick wall and does whatever DIY project he points him towards when you visit. your mom will call him scary. i don't think that would change whether you're E/S/SEA, your mom is pulling you aside in the kitchen and asking if you're really sure about him.

let Curtis show his gentle side. yeah, he's tall and intimidating but he has a soft heart. tell your lil cousins and niblings to use him as a jungle gym

jake: see Andy above- no, EVEN MORE POWERFUL THAN ANDY. yeah, military veteran, yeah, he's a lil awkward. but. computer science. information technology. wifi. tvs, laptops, phones. your parents are going to turn him into their personal help line and you might have to put a stop to it but goddamn if they don't call him son the minute this convo happens:

"he's in cybersecurity"

"what is cyba-"

"... IT"

"OH EYE-TEE. EYE-TEE VERY GOOD"

ransom: he's rich. he wears L.L. Bean and probably has the Louis Vuitton travel duffle bag. ransom is the nicest dressed, actually fashionable, sleek, and nicest smelling compared to the rest of these bozos. your mom loves him already. your dad is on the fence but also, he's well off enough to take care of you.

don't... say that he writes. yes, he does write. but focus on the fact that he's connected to a big big publishing house. yes yes. if this is an au and he's in charge of Blood Like Wine. BUSINESS OWNER, TAKE THAT.

---

disclaimer, all asian parents different. my dad is a graphic designer/artsy (though idk if he'd want me to date an artist tbh...) if ur parents aren't represented feel free to reblog w ur thoughts 😌

[andydrysdalerogers]

Cross-Checked - Chapter 4

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

A/N: The tag list is open!

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Previous: Luke’s Gonna Kill Me - Leighton

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 4 ~ Being Captain Sucks ~ Andy 

The last eight weeks have been the worst and best weeks of my life. Dealing with betrayal and heartbreak is the worst.  Or so I thought. When I invited Leia to come live with me, I didn’t think it would be torturous.  Do you know what women sleep in when they aren’t your girlfriend? A shirt and what must be the tiniest shorts known to man. It's taken everything to hide the hard-on I get when I see her every morning.  Thank fuck we have separate hotel rooms, or my cock would never get a break.  

Don’t get me wrong.  I fucking love that she lives with me and I get to see what I get to see. I just wish I could see it as her man.  

I’m whipped for this girl and I don’t even have her.  

Boarding the plane to California should have been simple. I helped Luke with Leia’s bag and then chatted as we climbed in. Normal. Except when our backup goalie, Jeremy Swayman stops to chat with Leia. She is smiling but looks confused. She must know that all the single guys on the team are aware of the change in status for her. As much as I love Luke, i wanted to strangle him for spilling those beans.  

I see Stella get on board and sigh in relief when Leia spots her and dismisses Swayman.  She looked over at me and I quickly changed my face to a smile. When she turns back around, I glare at Swayman.  

“You ok man? You look like you want to punch something,” Luke says as he pulls out his headphones.  

Fuck, i don’t need him to be losing his shit. “Yeah, just got a message from Fiona. Claiming she didn’t get everything.”  

“Like what?” 

“Who the fuck knows man. She’s insane.” Luke grunts in agreement and a crisis is averted. I sit back but keep my eyes on Leia.  At some point, i snoozed but then jerk awake when we hit turbulence.  I see Leia is in her seat, her head on Stella’s shoulder and I assume she’s asleep.  Well, at least I can rest now.  

When we touch down in San Jose, all of the guys want to hit the hotel bar for a quick drink to relax after the flight.  Luke had invited the girls but they declined and headed up. Leia gives her brother a kiss on the cheek and a hug, gives me a hug and waves to the other guys.  All of them say bye, Swayman’s eyes linger as she walks away.  I grind my teeth in an effort to keep my mouth shut.  

Yes, ok, I have the caveman mentality that Leia is mine, even if she’s not. She’s a beauty with long dark honey colored hair and green eyes that look like emeralds. She petite but her curves are the stuff women dream about. My dreams have been about my hands on those curves. I shake my head and return to the conversations around me.  

“So Andrews, what is going on with your sister?” Swayman asks. I’m on instant alert. 

Luke wrinkles his eyebrows.  “What do you mean?” 

“I mean, she’s single now.”  

Luke’s face became hard. “Yes, and she’s going to stay that way for a while.”  

I love my best friend. 

“But she lives with Barber.” he points out.  

Ah fuck.  

Luke looks at me and I shrug, having no idea where this is headed. “So what? Is that a problem?” 

Jeremy looks from me to Luke and back before saying, “never mind. All I was saying is that I would like to ask her out.”  

No, fuck no.  This can’t be happening.  

Luke smiled. “Sure, ask her out.  I would love to see the teardown she gives you.” He laughs and I laugh with him.  But I know Jeremy Swayman is a handsome guy that would be totally Leia’s type. I’m going to have to talk to her to make sure she says no.  

I woke up the next morning, irritated to all hell at everyone and everything.  I know it's because of the turn of events yesterday with Jeremy but I need to not dwell on that. We have a game tonight and I need to focus.  But first, I need to tackle the hunger I am feeling.  I headed into the hotel cafe and saw two of my favorite people already sitting down.  At least I can sit next to Leia and enjoy the smell of her shampoo and perfume combo that make me ecstatic.  

As I approach the table, I can see that Leia’s eyes are red-rimmed. I frown and worry that douchebag Bret had reached out. I make it over in time to hear, “I don’t know how I’m going to tell Andy.” 

“Tell me what?” Leia jumps at the sound of my voice and knocks a knee into the table. “Are you ok?”  

“I’m fine,” she groaned. “Son of a bitch, that hurt.” She rubs her right knee.  I made her scoot over and I rubbed her knee. She sighs a little and then jolts as if she remembered something.  

“Now that I have cured your knee, what’s going on? What is it you aren’t sure how to tell me?” I smile at her as I throw my arm behind her.  

“Nothing, it's nothing. I just..”. she hesitates for a second. “It's just, I wasn’t sure if you knew what Jeremy’s deal was. He’s been acting weird, and I wasn’t sure if you knew, and I didn’t know how to ask. I mean, I can’t ask my brother, or he’ll assume shit and...” 

“Princess, take a breath,” I tell her, cutting her off.  She takes a deep breath and lets it out. “Ok, yes, Jeremy was asking to confirm if you are single. Luke told him he could ask because he thought you would turn him down.” I give her shoulder a squeeze. A warning, if you will, so she knows I want her to say no.  

“Oh,” she chews her bottom lip. “I mean, if I was in the right head space, I would probably say yes but I just have a lot going on with the business and work.” She nudges me, “you know right? I wouldn’t be able to give myself 100% to someone else and that’s not fair.”  

God is smiling down on me today. I give her my million-watt smile. “Of course, Princess. And if anyone else doesn’t understand that, then they don’t deserve you.”  

“Thanks Andy.” She smiles and leans her head on my shoulders. It's something so natural to us. But when I look around the restaurant, I see Swayman staring at us, and I can’t help but let my trademark smirk fly.  

Barber: 1 – Swayman: 0 

We finished the road trip on a high with a win in Vancouver. Ten days along the West Coast was hard enough but dealing with Swayman as he threw daggers at me was tougher. We had to be a team on the ice but that didn’t mean we weren’t rivals off it.  I didn’t treat Leia any differently than before but just doing that pissed Swayman off.  

“You should talk to Swayman,” Luke said as we boarded the plane back to Boston.  

“Why?” Playing dumb had been my saving grace this trip.  

“Because something is wrong with him and it's messing with his head.” Luke turned to look at something behind him, but I didn’t. No need to draw attention that I wanted to avoid.  

“He won both of his games,” I pointed out.  

“Because the rest of the team was pulling more than their weight.  Andy,” he sighed, “you have to talk to him.  You’re the captain.”  

I sighed in frustration.  “Fine. I’ll talk to him once we are in the air.”  I took my seat and pulled out my headphones.  I watched Leia get on board and sit with Stella as normal. My girl looked a little pale, probably from lack of sleep.  Sleeping in hotel rooms night after night is not as glamourous as people think it is.  Some beds are just down right awful. Except the one where I had Leia in my arms.  That douche Bret had called her drunk while we were in Seattle. She didn’t want to tell her brother, so she cried in my arms. I rarely see Leia cry anymore. She tries to act tough, like a business owner.  But for some reason, Bret really got to her and that just made me want to pummel the shit out of him.  

The thoughts of a crying Leia kept me distracted for about an hour.  Then Luke nudged me and cocked his head toward Swayman.  Fuck, I did not what to do this but when I agreed to be captain, I knew this would come with the territory.  I walked down the aisle and patted Ullmark on the shoulder.  He looked up and nodded, giving up his seat next to Swayman.  

Jeremy was looking out the window, book in his lap. I checked the title. “Stop Over Thinking” Well, if there was ever a book I needed Leia to read, it was that one. I sighed.  “Can we talk, Swayman?” 

“Got nothing to say.” He’s tone was bland.  He wasn’t upset or angry.  Just resigned. That’s good, I guess.  Good for my chances with Leia but not good if he wanted to keep our season going.  

“Are you sure? Because when my assistant captains and goaltenders tell me I have to talk to one of my teammates, I think it's something serious.”  I turned and look at him.  “Talk to me.”  

“I can’t.”  

“Why not?” 

“Because it's about you.”  He finally looked at me and I could see the fury behind his eyes.  He was holding back.  That’s a good thing on a plane.  But bad for his mental health.  I’m a firm believer in taking care of the body and the mind. A full rounded healthy person is better than one who is physically fine but mentally shitting the bricks.  

“So, tell me as if you’re not telling me.  Talk to me like I’m your best friend, listening to whatever crap is going on inside your head.  I don’t care if you say shit about me right now.  You have five minutes of free hits to me.”  

Jeremy studied me to see if I was joking.  I wasn’t. I knew he needed to get it out before he exploded everywhere.  “I like her, and you are just in the way.  She’s your best friend but I can’t help but think there is something more going on.  And its killing me because I’ve liked her for so long. She was with that pansy boy for forever and I finally get the courage to say something to her and, she...” he sighed “...she was just all over you.  And then I feel like a dick because I told her that I wanted to get a drink but then avoided her the rest of the trip.”  

Ah fuck. Why did I let him get five minutes in? Now I'm feeling guilty that I made him feel like he wasn’t worth it. It didn’t mean I didn’t want him to stay away from my girl, but I should at least let her let him down gently.  “Look man, she got a call from her ex, and he was a dickweasel to her. She needed to cry, and she can’t exactly go to her brother for fear of him going nuclear.” His eyes opened in surprise. But I said my piece.  “She’s feeling better and if you hurt her, we are going to have so many problems.  Yes, she’s my best friend but I don’t think she sees me any differently.”  

“So, I can...” 

I swallowed what felt like cotton in my throat. “Just be careful, ok?  She doesn’t need the drama.”  

Jeremy nodded and studied me again. “Thanks Captain.”  

I patted his shoulder and got up to go back to my seat. As Ullman moved back to his seat, I saw Leia getting up to go to the bathroom and my heart clenched. All I could hope for now is that she saw me, really saw me and she chose me in the end.  

But if Swayman was what she wanted, I would support her every day.  

Even if it killed me.  

Barber: 1 – Swayman: 1 

Its around 4 AM when we touched down in Boston.  Leia is fast asleep in her seat, clutching her stuffed cow that she carries when she gets nervous.  I gave it to her a few years ago when I won it at a fair. She named the damn thing “Sebastian.”  Why, you ask?  Because of some stupid Sebastian Stan video about what the moo cow says.  I chuckle as I look at her. She’s still mine and Luke’s baby girl.  I bend over to pick her up in my arms and move careful off the plane.  

Luke looks up surprised when he sees me in her arms.  “What the...” 

“Shh,” I told him.  “She looked pale when she boarded so I didn’t want to wake her.  Just help me get her to the car.” I move quickly but softly to my SUV and place her into the seat and strap her in. Luke loads our bag. 

“You got her?” he asks me. I nod and he kisses her forehead, frowns and closes her door.  

“Yeah, i got her.  Just gonna get her into bed.”  

“Yeah, I would get some ibprofen ready for her.  She feels like she’s running a little bit of a fever.”  He gives me a hug and heads over to where Miranda is waiting for him.  I smile at that.  It would be nice to have my woman waiting for me when I got home from a long trip.  I sigh and walk over to the driver side, nodding at Jeremy as he walks by.  I climb in and head to our home.  

Leia’s still dead to the world when I take her in. I get her under the covers, chuckle at that stupid cow and put it into her arms.  I kiss her forehead, feeling how warm she is. “Love you Princess,” I whisper when I leave water and pills by her bed. My heart still hurts from my conversation with Jeremy, so I linger in her room. I stare at the woman who has stolen my heart.  I just want her to choose me.  But I guess I would have to throw my hat in the ring first.  I resolved to talk to her in the morning.  

I wake up to the sounds of someone throwing up. Groaning, I know its Leia. She must have the stomach flu.   I scrub my face of sleep before i get up to check on her.  “Princess?” 

“Go away, Andy.”  

I frown as I hear her retch again and I try the door. “Leia, let me in.”  

I hear her whimper and then a soft “no,” followed by more retching.   

I bang on the door, “Leighton!” I grabbed a hair pin and jimmy the lock.  I see Leia throwing up again and I grab her hair to keep it out of the way and rub her back.  “Ok, baby, I got you.” I stay there until she leans back into me.  “Leia, you are burning up.” I move to pick her up, but she stops me.  

“What are you doing?” 

“Taking you to the doctor.” I move to pick her up again, but she wiggles out of my grasp.  “Leighton...” 

“I don’t need to go to the doctors, Andy. I know what’s wrong.” She can’t look at me and now I’m concerned.  

I brushed a sweaty stand of hair away from her eyes. “Are you ok?” 

“Yes, no... yes, fuck I don’t know.”  She puts her head into my neck to hide as I hold her tight.  

“What’s going on Princess?” She looks at me with the most broken face I’ve ever seen.  More than when I accidently decapitated her barbie, when she broke her ankle after falling out of the tree house.  The last time I had seen her like this was when her father died. “You’re scaring me, Leia.”  

She pulled her head up and looked at me straight, eyes red rimmed, fear laced in her beautiful irises.  

“Andy, I’m pregnant.” 

NEXT

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[mirandapriestlyswife]

Mirandy fanfic- Apocalypse Au; Chapter 4

Hi everyone! Sorry this took so long Ive been busy :) this is mostly just fluffy filler, im hoping to make the next few chapters more angsty. Enjoy!

Prologue- https://www.tumblr.com/mirandapriestlyswife/747204446805704704/mirandy-fanfic-apocalypse-au-prologue

Chapter 1 https://www.tumblr.com/mirandapriestlyswife/747303362291286016/mirandy-apocalypse-fic-chapter-1

Chapter 2 https://www.tumblr.com/mirandapriestlyswife/747419492186996736/mirandy-fanfic-apocalypse-au-chapter-2

Chapter 3 https://www.tumblr.com/mirandapriestlyswife/747593307288403968/mirandy-fanfic-apocalypse-au-chapter-3

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Waking up with your old bosses head snuggled tight in the crook of your neck is a nice feeling, but an odd one at that. It’s what Andy has been dealing with the last 6 weeks. After that first night Miranda was quick to move all of her things to the studio apartment she resided in. The floor was practically shaking under the pressure of the dozens of suitcases Miranda had brought with her. Eventually, as she assumed, Miranda got sick of the pull out couch. Its what she expected. What she didn’t expect was for Miranda to insist they inhabit a place that required less stairs to climb.

“Maybe a nice first floor hotel room?” Andy suggested

“No room on the first floor is nice.”

“Maybe we could go to queens? See if theres any abandoned places there?”

Miranda snorted, “Queens.. Be serious, Andrea.”

“Maybe we could take a trip like I suggested?”

“No.”

“Alright..”

Miranda let out a deep sigh and a grunt, “Maybe.”

Maybe was good enough for Andy!

Over the weeks they had finally decided on a beautiful brownstone, probably abandoned by some rich upper class losers who had ditched the city to go hide in one of those bunkers upstate.. At least thats what shes assuming since Miranda made her look through every room, under every duvet cover, in every bathtub, for any corpses but none were to be found. It took the two of them what felt like hours to haul Mirandas suitcases inside (with Andy doing most of the work).

Now the two sat, with Miranda sitting at the kitchen island reading some old magazine as Andy prepared “lunch” (a combination of canned green beans, spam, and canned corn), she didn’t bother telling Miranda its spam so she’d actually eat.

“Whatcha reading?”

“Runway.”

“Really? I never would’ve guessed.” She smiled and slid Miranda her plate which Miranda looked at with only mild disgust rather than her usual “oh my God I used to have a private chef, now look at me” face. She sat down next to the editor and took a bite of the salty green beans. It was weird, having this almost domestic relationship with Miranda of all people.. I mean- they slept in the same bed for Gods sake. Andy couldn’t tell what she felt for the older woman anymore, something between love and slight fear, alike before the outbreak, but maybe with a bit less fear after sleeping in the same bed as her for nearly a month. They haven’t spotted another living person in all of New York City, it felt as Miranda said, “A waste of time” to keep looking.

“Sooo.. Anything new in Runway?”

Miranda let out a displeased grunt.

“Can you at least eat?“

Miranda visibly rolled her eyes and shut her magazine before poking at the meal.

“You slept in late today.” The editor noted aloud.

“Yeah.. Guess I was tired-“

“I was worried you died.”

Andy snorted and took a bite of her spam when she saw Miranda staring at her with her piercing blue eyes, somehow scarier in the afternoon light. “Im serious.”

Andy paused, unsure how to act. “Mira- what-?? Im not gonna just die on you!” She awkwardly sputtered out.

“Well.. Good.” The editor stared at the other woman’s facial features for a minute before turning back to her plate and continuing to poke at the food.

“Can you actually eat something? Im tired of watching you poke at your food like some snooty house cat.” She watched closely as Miranda rolled her eyes and finally took a bite of the corn with a displeased look.

“Good?”

“Its fine.”

Andy chuckled, “Thanks.. I worked all day on it.” Miranda was not amused by her attempt at humor.

The two ate in silence until Andy spoke up. “I think im gonna head out today.. Look for some more food or something.. You want anything special?” The editor rolled her eyes

“A ribeye would be lovely.”

“Sure ill add it to the list next to the lobster dinner.”

Miranda grumbled and took a bite of meat which she visibly cringed at. She sighed woefully as they ate in silence.

“I like your shoes.”

“They’re last seasons.”

“Im sure no one will notice.”

Miranda smiled. Andy found it rewarding to see the editor smile. It felt as if she was playing a constant game of try not to laugh and she was always losing, but sometimes she had a small victory.

“We should go to MoMa soon.” Miranda suggested as she pushed her half eaten food away and stood up.

“We could go today?”

“I thought you would be searching for more cans of vomit to serve us.”

Andy frowned, “Hey! Its good. You’re just too privileged to appreciate the effort that goes into-“

“Into opening a can?” Miranda smirked, she always got that smug look of satisfaction when she was right, it made Andys heart flutter.

“I don’t just ‘open a can’, I have to go search for things I’ll hope you’ll eat, touch dusty crates in the back of bodegas, its gross.” Miranda simply scoffed and turned on her heels, setting the magazine she had been reading on the slightly dusty table that displayed photos of the twins Miranda had taken with her along with two urns.

Andy never asked about the twins. She was sure Miranda didn’t want to talk about them. She sighed and scratched at her arm awkwardly as she leaned on the kitchen island.

“Well. If you must.. Scavenge, then go ahead. But I would like you back before dark.”

One thing new shed learned about Miranda Priestly was that the woman was absolutely petrified of the dark. Whenever the two went to bed the room had to be illuminated by battery powered candles just for the editor to sleep through the night. Andy might’ve found it endearing if it didn’t always put a time limit on all of her out of the house activities. She had to be home at 5:00 due to the shortened December days. Oh how she missed summer.

“Yeah. I’ll be back before dark.” She walked over to Miranda and grabbed a few of the massive grocery bags stored under the table. “Any requests before I head out?”

“Fruit. But get water with it. I dont like the sugary concoction that slathers the stuff.”

“Canned fruit, got it.” Andy sighed and to her own surprise leaned over and gave Miranda a kiss on the cheek goodbye.

Miranda froze, not looking displeased but a bit surprised as did Andy. She smiled and awkwardly said, “I’ll be back in two hours tops, okay?”

Miranda made a noise of approval and as Andrea was leaving the older woman piped up.

“Andrea?”

“Hm?” She turned on her heels to face Miranda.

“Be safe. I love you.”

Andy stared at Miranda in disbelief, “..I love you too.” She finally sputtered, the editor smiled and nodded before turning down the hall, most likely to go nap.

Andy was shocked, Miranda loved her?? Miranda Priestly loved her?! Maybe she was looking too much into it.. She might mean it as platonic love.. But still, the words made Andys heart skip a beat.

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I hope you enjoyed! Again, sorry for the wait

[jahayla-parker]

Hello beautiful! May I request a fic of Freddy taking care of you when you're sick?

Once you're doing up to it, ofc. 💜

Under The Weather: Freddy Carter x Reader

Description: 3.6k wc, reader is sick and Freddy goes into protective and caring boyfriend mode as he works to get her feeling better.

Warnings: mentions of being sick, fainting, hospitals, otherwise fluff

“Take 5” the co-director andy shouts, making the cast quickly scatter to maximize their break.

Y/n steps slowly to keep her balance, but each step causes a fresh wave of pain in her head.

As she makes it off the set, she nearly trips stepping down.

“‘ey love, careful” Freddy chuckles, catching her by her arm to steady her.

She blinks a few times and fakes a smile up at him, “oh, thanks”

Freddy raises an eyebrow as he catches onto the fake smile, “love?”

She forces the smile more and nods at him, wincing after from the dizziness, “yeah?”.

“Darling, you’re wincing” Freddy gasps, “what’s happening?”

Y/n grabbed his hand tightly, “I think I just tweaked something”.

Freddy frowns, “during the scene? Where does it hurt?”

“I’m okay Freddy, really” she says softly.

He stares at her questioningly, “y/n, what is-“.

“Alright, places” Andy shouts, interrupting Freddy.

Freddy sighs and squeezes her hand, silently pleading with her.

She gives him a weak smile before she excuses herself to go back to her mark.

“Is she alright?” Amita asks, appearing next to Freddy.

He hesitates but nods, “yeah. She’ll be fine”.

Y/n glances over at him, giving him another tiny smile and shoos him off with her hand.

He shakes his head but gives her a kind smile before walking back to the other stage building for his own next scene.

“Cut” Eric shouts as Kit mixes up his line.

Amita laughs loudly, smacking his arm teasingly.

“It is been not bean Kit” Danielle jokes.

“Obviously” Kit laughs.

“Freddy!” Ben yells suddenly.

Freddy looks up from his phone instantly, the panic in his stomach intensifying; Ben should be in a scene with y/n not here.

“Y/n,” he says, breathing heavy from running.

“Where?” Freddy asks, discarding his characters props on the set floor as he sprints over.

“They’re bringing her back to her trailer “ Ben informs him, turning to follow him out of the room.

“Freddy, what’s wrong?!” Amita calls out from behind them.

Freddy shakes his head, “you’ll need to do a different scene for now”.

With that, he races out of stage 3 and towards y/N’s trailer.

Ben struggles to keep up, “Freddy, slow down mate”.

“What happened?” Freddy responds, not slowing down at all.

“I don’t know” Ben admits, “one second we’re doing the scene, the next she passed out”.

Freddy skidded to a halt, turning to face ben, “she fainted?!”

Ben sighs and nods.

Freddy spins back around and speeds up his journey to her trailer.

He doesn’t bother knocking when he reaches it, instead he barrels inside instantly.

He nearly falls to his knees when he sees Archie and y/N’s manager standing next to y/n as she lies there on her trailer’s couch motionless.

“Is- is she” he breathes heavily, “is she going to be…”

“Yes Freddy, she’ll be okay” Alexia, her manager promises, a soft smile, “she just needs to sleep, she is sick and pushed herself too hard”.

Freddy nods, kneeling next to his girlfriend, her hand tightly clasped in his.

Y/N’s eyes flutter open and she tries to sit up but Freddy holds his hand on her chest softly.

“Sorry for waking you, my love. Go back to sleep” he encourages, brushing hair from her face.

She smiles tiredly at him, squeezing his hand, “What about-what about work?"

He sighs, shaking his head, “you're exhausted, honey”.

She shakes her head stubbornly, wincing as she does, prompting Freddy to give her a knowing look, one similar to that of his character.

“I’ll be fine Freddy “ she argues weakly.

He shakes his head, “no you won’t. You scared me nearly to death! My god baby, y/n, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?!”

Y/n frowns with a guilty stare and shrugs.

Freddy sighs, “it’s alright angel. I’m sorry, I was just so worried. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it all”.

“Freddy, you have work-“ she protests.

“You think I’m going to work right now? You fainted!” Freddy scoffed

She pouts, “but, -“

Freddy cups her face, “no. I’m taking care of you. I'm going home with you. I don't want to leave you by yourself knowing you're feeling this bad."

As she frowns at him, he sighs and kisses her forehead, “stop with that guilty look, you don’t have anything to feel guilty for. Just let me take care of this.”

“They’ve dismissed us for the day” Freddy said, putting his cellphone back down.

She nods slowly, “okay”.

Freddy squeezes her hand, “I’m going to need you to sit up Angel”.

Y/n hesitantly leans forward, Freddy steadying her with a hand to her back and chest as she moves.

“That’s it, good job, my girl” he smiles, “can you walk?”

“Yeah” she said quietly, holding his hand tightly as she pulls herself off the couch.

“Good job,” he encourages, grabbing her bag from beside her.

“We’re going to take it really slow, okay?” Freddy prompts, placing the across over his body, hooking one arm around her waist.

She complies, taking tiny steps at a glacial speed.

“You’re doing great” he promised, turning to kiss the top of her head as she looked up and sighed at the distance left.

“Woah, it’s alright” Freddy says, using his arm that was around her waist to lift her up as her legs start to give out just as they get to the car

“Lean on the car here a moment dear” he says, placing her shoulder against the back door of the car.

He opens the passenger door, guides her to the seat, and buckles her in with a tender kiss to her forehead.

“Oh hun, you’re burning up. Let’s get you home and we’ll find a way to take care of that” he frowns.

“Wait right here love, I’ll grab you some comfortable clothes” Freddy promised, setting y/n on the bed.

He quickly located their basket of clean clothes they hadn’t had the chance to put away yet, grabbing the first set of clothes he could reach.

When he made it back to their bedroom, he saw y/n had fallen asleep in her clothes, on top of the covers, shivering.

He frowned to himself and quickly walked to her, sighing as he gently woke her.

“I promise to let you sleep soon, but we should get you changed and under the covers first” he said as her eyes stared up at him.

Freddy held her up, delicately raising her shirt over her head.

Once he’d helped her remove her work clothes, he slid the new shirt he grabbed esrlier and slid it on over her head and then helped her out her arms in.

“Better?” He asked smiling at her sitting in his shirt.

She gave him a weak smile, “much”.

He let out a sigh of relief, reaching back to tie her hair more neatly so it stayed out of her face better.

“Do you want trousers?” He asked, holding up the pair he grabbed, which just so happened to be his as well.

She looked at her lap, seeing the shirt covering her thighs and shook her head.

Freddy watched as she flinched, holding her head.

He sighed, “no more shaking your head princess, just use your words please”.

“My throat hurts” she countered.

Freddy nodded, “okay… ummm.. okay, squeeze my hand once for yes and twice for no?”

The left corner of her lips curled up as she tried to give him a smile to thank him for coming up with a solution.

Y/n reached for his hand, squeezing it once.

Freddy beamed, pleased his idea would work, “good girl, I’ll make you tea”.

“Love, drink this for me please” he asked, handing her a warm cup of tea.

She began to sip on it, Freddy’s concerned eyes not leaving her as she slowly drank the hot tea with honey.

When she finished she set the cup on her nightstand, lifting her eyes to him and gave him a tiny smile, “thank you”.

He hated the way her voice cracked, but he was pleased to see she drank the full cup.

He nodded silently, leaning over to tuck her back in since she’d moved slightly to drink.

“I'm fine. It's fine. Stop-stop fussing over me” she coughed.

Freddy raised an eyebrow at her, “clearly”.

She laughed a little, causing another cough.

Freddy promptly grabbed the glass of water be brought earlier and held it out for her.

She sipped on it, rubbing her neck a bit when she finished.

As she leaned back into the pillows he stacked behind her, her eyes closed faintly.

“I am going to check the thermostat to ensure the flat stays warm and then make some soup” Freddy told her, towering over her as he felt her forehead, “before I go, may I have a kiss?"

"I'll get you sick if you kiss me” she sighed.

Freddy chuckled quietly, stroking her cheek, “That's alright darling, I'll survive. Besides, better you than anyone else”.

“You’re going to kiss someone else?” She pouted, a weak glare in her eyes.

“Of course not love, I was saying better you be the one to get me sick than someone else” he laughed, shaking his head at her illness-induced confusion.

“Why?” She asked, no longer glaring.

“Because it’ll at least be worth it” he admitted, holding her head softly.

She shut her eyes as she gave him a soft smile. Y/n reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

Freddy grinned, delicately pressing his lips to her’s before pulling back and smoothing her stray hairs away from her skin, “get some sleep”.

“F-“ she coughed, making him turn back to her with concern in his eyes again, “Freddy, where are y-you going again?”

He gave her a sympathetic smile, “to the kitchen dear. I want to make you some soup”.

“I c-“ she coughed, glaring at nothing out of frustration, “I can help”.

Freddy hummed, smiling at her persevering determination to help others, “you want to help?”

She looked and saw she wasn’t in reach of his hand so she tapped her bed sheets once, making him giggle.

“I don’t need help with the soup, but I have another way you can help me” he told her, resting his hand on the blanket over her legs.

She tapped the bed again one time, showing him she’d nod if it didn’t hurt her to do so.

“Stay in bed and rest, for me?" He pleaded, watching as she sighed but tapped the bed one more time.

He smiled at her, “thank you darling. Call for me if you need me. Use your phone if you have to”.

She smiled weakly, tapping the sheet again before letting her heavy eyes close fully.

Freddy watched her for a moment, waiting until he saw her chest rising and falling.

“Th-“ she coughed, leaning her face into her elbow, “this is very good F-Fre-“.

He nodded quickly, squeezing her free hand as she set the bowl down, “shhh, thank you honey”.

Her eyes began to become heavy again, but she looked up at him through them anyways, giving him a small smile.

Freddy moved the bowl from the bed to the nightstand and felt her forehead.

His eyes widened and he glared at his hand, displeased with the temp.

Freddy quickly sprinted to their bathroom, grabbing a clean washcloth and holding it under the sink.

He tried to get the perfect temperature so she wouldn’t get chills but also would cool down.

However, as he heard her coughing again from the other room, he bolted back in there, the cloth in his hand.

“‘ere, try this darling” he said, placing the cloth lightly onto her forehead.

“Is this cloth too hot or cold?" Freddy asked as he adjusted it to keep it in place.

“No, it's perfect” she whispered, tugging the blanket towards her chin as she closed her eyes again.

Freddy relaxed slightly, “good”.

That night Freddy changed in their bedroom, planning on moving his discarded clothes to the hamper in the bathroom the next day as he didn’t want to leave her sight tonight.

He grabbed her phone, sliding the side button down so it would be on silent and not wake her up.

He then did the same with his, plugging it in next to his side of the bed.

Freddy slid quietly under the blankets, watching to make sure she didn’t wake up from his movements.

He sighed in relief as she kept sleeping.

However, when she began tossing and turning, with a clear shiver taking over her as well, he pulled her to his chest.

“Shhh” he soothed, grabbing the remote to turn the tv off before looking back at her, “I’m here, shhh”.

She slowly opened her eyes, staring into his worried blue ones, “you’re too close. You’ll get si-“.

He cut her off with a shake of his head and pulling her closer to him, “you won't get me sick. Well… You might, but I don't mind. Move over”.

She shuffled cautiously, making more room for both of them in the center of the bed.

Freddy smiled as she placed her head on his chest, her arms unconsciously latching onto his frame.

He knew she was right, this distance did leave him at risk for getting sick.

But as she was lying there with her head on his chest, all Freddy could think about was her soft breathing and hair minutely tickling his face.

“Ahhh ahhh, what do you think ‘er doing princess?” Freddy asked, looking up from his book he’d been reading on the couch.

Y/n shrugged, stumbling further into their flat, “I need to get stuff done”.

Freddy shook his head, setting his book down next to him.

“You need to sleep” he argued, briskly walking towards her.

“No, I’m fine” she said stubbornly.

“What is it you think you need to do?” He countered, holding her waist to stop her.

“Empty the clean laundry basket, dishes, work on my l-“ she stopped as she began coughing loudly.

“Stop. I can handle everything else, you need rest” he said firmly, his panic taking over.

She frowned but squeezed his hand once in partial agreement, “after I-“

He kissed her earlier earlobe, wincing at how warm it was, “come on, now”.

She squeezed his hands twice stubbornly before trying to walk away.

“Mmm nope” he smirked, lifting her up.

“You’re getting rest” he demanded gently, cautiously carrying her back to bed.

“I need to be productive” she groaned.

Freddy rolled his eyes, “sleep is productive”.

Freddy walked into their room, frowning when he saw she was awake and holding her head.

“Is it hurting again?” He asked rhetorically as he walked to her.

“Yeah” she whimpered.

“When did you last take some meds?" Freddy inquired, grabbing the medicine bottle from beside her bed.

He’d been out getting groceries so he wasn’t sure how long she’d been awake.

“Last time y-“ she coughed aggressively, wincing as it shook her head.

“Last time I gave you some?” Freddy clarified for her, opening the bottle.

She reached out and squeezed his hand once.

“Then you can have more, come ‘ere” he said softly, dumping the next dose of meds into his palm.

She cooperatively took the medicine and laid her head back down on the pillows.

“I also picked up this” he said, reaching into the bag he brought to their room, “it should help”.

She looked at the cough medicine bottle in his hand he showed her.

Y/n scrunched her nose and shifted away.

Freddy laughed softly, “I know it's minging, but I need you to take it anyway”.

She glared weakly at Freddy, still pouting.

“For me?” He pleaded, holding the cap full of medicine to her.

She winced as she tossed back the liquid medicine into her throat, grimacing at the taste.

“Thank you lovely” Freddy cooed, rubbing the back of her hand.

“Please” y/n whined, despite her eyes attempting to close.

Freddy sighed, “honey, you can't keep asking me to allow you to stay up."

Y/n scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly, “why?"

“‘cause you need sleep and I can't say no to that face you make and you know it" Freddy chuckled, tapping her stuffy nose.

She grinned acutely, “read to me then?”

Freddy hummed and nodded, “first we need to get you tucked in more”.

Despite her pretend state of annoyance, Freddy wrapped y/n up in a blanket until her face barely peaked out of the burrito like wrap he made.

Y/n wiggled her way down on the couch, placing herself between his legs as she rested her head on his chest.

Freddy bent his head down to kiss the space between her eyes before he picked his book up off the coffee table.

“Hope is a powerful thing. Some say it’s a different breed of magic altogether. Elusive, difficult to hold on to. But not much is needed” Freddy read quietly.

As he read to her, he grinned to himself as she drifted in and out of consciousness as if debating whether she wanted to listen to him more or sleep.

Freddy paced back and forth in the bedroom as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration, “please?”

“Come on. There's no need to overreact about this” y/n sighed.

It had been a few days now and she was overall doing better but was very lightheaded still.

“You are literally passing out” he countered, staring at her like she was insane.

“No hospital." She declared and he sighed as he saw the determined look in her eyes.

He knew she wouldn’t intentionally risk her own life just to not go in, but he was worried.

“If you even slightly lose consciousness, I'm taking you to hospital. I don’t want to hear any resistance” he compromised.

“Okay” she agreed, turning on the TV to keep her attention.

Freddy sighed, walking back to the bed so join her.

“You’re driving me insane” he muttered, holding her tightly.

“I’m okay Freddy, there’s not much they can do” she told him, rubbing his cheek.

“You should not be passing out” he complained, staring down at her, his eyes full of fear.

“The doctor said it should be over in another few days. I just over did it” she admitted.

“Yes, you did” he agreed, tightening his hold on her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ she began, frowning at him.

“Don’t apologize. Just communicate that you’re sick next time please” Freddy rebutted.

“Okay, I will. Sorry “ she agreed.

“Stop apologizing to me for this, angel, just keep your eyes open” he said, stroking her hair.

“Ahh, no, eyes open” Freddy said, tapping her cheek as her heavy eyelids began closing.

“Sorry, I'm... I'm really dizzy” she admitted weakly.

Freddy sat up more, holding her face steady between his hands, “am I taking you in now?”

Y/n hesitated, Freddy took that as a yes.

He pulled her up to the head of the bed to lean her back on the bed frame, “sit still baby”.

Freddy rushed to the bathroom, putting on his slippers and grabbing y/N’s.

“Okay,” he said breathlessly, reaching down and scooping her up in his arms, “I’ve got you”.

“I’m sorry you have to car-“ she sighed, her eyes fighting to close.

“No more apologizing, I’m glad you told me” Freddy promised, sitting her in her seat, “just let me handle this”.

After bucking my her in securely, he rushed ti the driver’s side and quickly began to drive to the nearest hospital.

Freddy sighed, relieved as the staff called y/N’s name to bring her back to be evaluated.

“I’m sorry we’re here, I know it’s late and-“ she began to ramble as Freddy pushed her in the loaner wheelchair.

"If you say ‘I'm sorry’ one more time, I'm going to be extra caring until you can't stand me” Freddy smirked, making y/n let out a breathy laugh.

“Right this way” the staff instructed, leading the couple back to the bed they wanted y/n in to be seen by a doctor.

Freddy lifted y/n out of the chair and onto the hospital stretcher.

“I’m sorry you're sick, my love. I wish there was more I could do to help” he cooed, fluffing the pillow before she laid back.

“Freddy” she pouted, grabbing his hand, “you’re doing more than enough”.

He sighed but nodded, sitting next to her, “hopefully they have something to help you”.

“I just need you “ she argued.

“Uh oh, you’re fever must be back” Freddy teased as he felt her forehead, making her laugh quietly.

“Thank you for bringing me in” she said, holding his hand.

“Thank you for dropping the stubbornness and letting me” he winked, relaxing as he knew he was now surrounded by people who would try to help her feel better.

“Let me draw you a bath” Freddy said as they entered their flat.

Y/n hummed in agreement, complying with his desires since he’d gone above and beyond to help her.

While the doctors at the hospital had already made her dizziness better, if this would make him calm, she’d let him do it.

“You're too good to me” she smiled as Freddy lead her to the bath tub that was now full and had Epsom salts in it, essential oil candles lit nearby.

“Not possible” he argued, helping her out of her clothes.

“You really didn’t have to do all of this” she smiled, holding his hand as he lead her into the tub.

“You’ll have to get used to it” he laughed.

“You plan on me being sick again soon?” She teased, relaxing her muscles in the warm water.

Freddy shook his head, his cheeks warming, “no, no. We just were talking about our future the other day and, well, ‘in sickness and health’ you know?”

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Also those photos of Andy Bean being fucking RIPPED? I love the concept of their aged and imperfect bodies or wtv, but I love to imagine Stan taking off his shirt at some point and Stan has to think about 1: "he has tattoos." And 2: "HE'S FUCKING RIPPED?!??!??!"

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT BECAUSE OH MY FUCKING GOD.

i am like %99 sure we share the same braincells because yeah. they are old and their body is changing or whatever but no one can convince me stan doesn't at least have some muscle. like, this guy played baseball for 5 years for his father, there's no way he let go of that habit of working out.

i always imagined (because of the fic i read) the first time richie saw stan's actual body was when they defeated the bitch and went to quarry, and stan didn't take his shirt off until they were sitting on the rocks. a lot of teasing from losers and getting sick of it, he takes it off.

oh my fucking god. richie is fucking drooling, savoring, inner voice barking because what the fuck. what the actual fuck. who is this man pretending to be stanny from his childhood? why is he fucking covered in tattoos and why does he have wide shoulders and biceps what the fuck is he doing with his free time isnt he an old man????? and oh my god why the fuck is he so HOT

[sugarafterhours]

Here’s a deathglare tickle fic I wrote

///the picture is from my comic I posted on my main account 🫶

TW/// Mention of kn!fe

——-Chapter 1——

it was just an average day upon the skullship. Everyone was doing their best to maintain the ships duties……well almost everyone that is. Andy was once again punished for “invading the commanders privacy” as he stood in front of commander peepers, even though the commander himself was shorter than the other watchdogs his temper and attitude made up for his height

He stood there with a stern glare “I have just about had it with you Andy! You’ve gone too far this time!”

His voice cracked in frustration “no one on this ship needs to know my business but me and me alone” he squawked only to realize that Andy was broadcasting the whole thing live , and just when things couldn’t get any worse the broadcast came across lord haters TV that was in his bedroom

“But sir I was just wondering, do you or do you not have a weakness?” Andy asked and chuckled “I mean everyone has their own weaknesses and guilty pleasu-“

peepers eye turned red with anger, his fists shook out of anger as he grabbed and smashed Andy’s camera on the ground causing the broadcast to immediately end.

“THAT IS ENOUGH!! NOW GET BACK TO WORK, ALL OF YOU OR SO HELP ME!” The short tempered commander yelped loudly and stormed off down the hallway as little footsteps could be heard

“What was that all about?” One of the watchdogs approached Andy curious of what just happened

“Oh well you see, I was interviewing the commander and asking him some questions and everything was going fine until I asked him if he had a weakness and if so what exactly was it?” Andy described “I don’t understand what the big deal is with weaknesses, I mean everyone has them. Right?” Andy questioned as he scratched his head

“Yeah for sure, everyone has their weaknesses and it’s nothing to be ashamed of……unless…”

Bean who was Andy’s cameraman thought for a moment “Maybe he’s hiding something from us and that’s why he got so angry, maybe he was afraid he was gonna slip up” bean replied

“I mean to be fair if someone found out my weakness. they could easily use it against me so I guess I can’t blame him for being upset” another watchdog commented

“Maybe he’s embarrassed” bean wondered as he crossed his arms curiously , his eye turning into what would appear to be a smug smile

“What do you mean?” Andy questioned him and tilted his head

“Maybe….whatever that weakness of his is, is too embarrassing to reveal, ya know? I mean after all he is known for being the stern hot headed commander we all know”

bean replied back confidently and gave what would appear to be a grin

The other watchdogs nodded and agreed with him. This certainly left them curious…

“Maybe he isn’t as harsh as we think he is…maybe he has a soft side to him” a watchdog added to the others

There was deafening silence then

Moments later they all busted out laughing. That’s impossible! Theres no way someone as strict and cold hearted as commander peepers could possibly have a soft side

But just what is the commanders so called weakness? Let alone if he even had one

——————————

—Chapter 2—

Lord hater was curled up in a blanket sitting on his bed next to captain tim who was snuggled up next to him, as the broadcast had ended, not only were the watchdogs curious about peepers secret weakness. Now hater was too

“Peepers has a secret weakness huh…?” and he was determined to find out what it was that peepers was hiding. “Well….peepers can’t hide it from me, I’m his boss so he’ll have to tell me!!”

Hater claimed as he patted captain tim “isn’t that right captain tim? I mean after all I’m his boss therefore I get to tell him what to do” he said with pride as he smirked, Tim purred loudly

a few hours passed and it was getting late, the tiny commander walked down the hallway to go retrieve his boss for dinner time as little footsteps could be heard from haters room, peepers opened the door to his bedroom and spoke softly

“Sir, your dinner is waiting for you in the dining room” he spoke in a chipper tone and stood on his tippy toes as hater jolted up from his blanket “WHA- oh!” He replied and fell off the bed face first “PEEPERS DONT SCARE ME LIKE THAT!” He shouted as the little commander ran up to him worriedly making sure that the skeleton was okay and not injured

“Sorry sir! I swear I didn’t mean to startle you” he apologized as he squinted his eye concerned, hater slowly got up and glanced down at peepers as they walked out of the room. he followed him to the dining room, his loud footsteps now accompanying his tiny commanders footsteps “you know sir today is Tuesday” peepers peered up at him as they continued to walk down the hall

hater scoffed “yeah so?” He spoke irritatedly with commander obvious

“it’s taco Tuesday” peepers sang

“TACOS!? WHERE??” Hater shouted excitedly and practically flew down the hallway, peepers chuckled to himself and mumbled “works every time”

But just as he reached the dining room hater remembered the mystery of peepers secret weakness. He just had to know what it was as his curiosity ate away at him, he panicked “wAIT- WHAT IF PEEPERS WEAKNESS IS SOMEWHERE IN THE HALLWAY?! ILL NEVER FIND OUT WHAT IT IS!!” He screamed and immediately ran back down the hall and scooped up his commander

“Sir? Is everything alright?” He questioned as hater ran with him in his arms

“WHAT?- oh! Uuuhhh…n-no nothing is wrong c peeps, I just uh…..didn’t want you to miss out on taco Tuesday” he blurted out, peepers wasn’t convinced but didn’t bother questioning it

After dinner. peepers made his way to the bathroom only for hater to watch him unsettlingly, it felt like his eyes were practically glued to peepers

“uhh peepers where are you going?” He asked as he followed, towering over him

“Uhh I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll only be a minute si-“

hater shouted at him before he could even finish his sentence “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE BATHROOM” he spoke in an aggressive manner, peepers pupil shrunk in shock

“Sir I am NOT telling you what I’m doing in there that’s private! what is the matter with you?!” He replied back in an irritated tone as he shook his fist up at his boss

Hater got flushed and realized what he had asked was a bit too personal “N-no peeps you have it all wrong! That’s not what i meant!” He stuttered and stammered as peepers gave him an unamused glare

“then WHAT exactly did you mean sir??” The commander crossed his arms and sassed him as he began tapping his foot in annoyance waiting for a response

ten seconds went by and the silence was so thick you could easily cut through it with a knife

“Uuuhhhh……what I meant was are you getting ready for bed soon? Maybe before bed you’d like to oh I don’t know…play a video game?” Sweat dripped down his face as he gave the fakest smile, it kinda creeped peepers out to be honest

Peepers stood there shocked at haters kind offer, this wasn’t like him at all. then thought for a moment as he began to blush “O-oh! Yes of course sir I’d like that!” He chirped

——chapter 3——-

“Uhh okay great! Come as soon as you’re done. DONT BE LONG!!” he shouted and zoomed off to his room, peepers shrugged and walked into the bathroom “ugh what a guy” he muttered

Once he made it to his room he closed the door behind him and sighed of relief “that was close….”

Moments later he gasped loudly “WAIT A SEC- WHAT IF HIS WEAKNESS IS IN THE BATHROOM?” He screeched “wait a sec why would it be in there….” He began changing into his pjs, mind racing and all “maybe his weakness is dairy?…is he lactose intolerant?” He thought out loud and cackled “HES TOTALLY LACTOSE INTOLERANT HAHA” he laughed as he finished dressing and plopped on the bed chuckling hysterically at the scenario

Peepers walked in already in his pjs as his pupil shrunk once again, this time in confusion “Uhh…sir?” He spoke as he tilted his head

Hater sat right up and ran up to him and began poking his belly “HAH! YOURE TOTALLY LACTOSE INTOLERANT” he shouted excitedly and laughed, but didn’t realize that when he poked peepers belly he flinched

Peepers shouted loudly “SIR WHAT ARE TALKING ABOUT? I’m not lactose intolerant!” He gazed up at him confused

“Oh uhhh, sorry I must’ve gotten you mixed up with another watchdog” his lie wasn’t even a little bit convincing

“Sir what is this really about?” Peepers asked as he crawled on haters bed which felt gigantic to him

“Uuuhh what do you mean peeps?” Hater frowned and sat next to him on the bed trying to act innocent to cover up his lie

“Sir, with all respect you’ve been pestering me all day ever sin-“ peepers froze for a minute then he realized “you’ve been pestering me”………”ever since Andys broadcast ended! That’s what this is about isn’t it?” He shouted and scolded his boss “sir I’m sorry but I am very disappointed in you! You need to start respecting my privacy!”

He crossed his arms out of anger and looked away “And even if I did have a weakness which obviously I don’t…..why do you wanna know so bad?” Peepers was upset with him and it was starting to show

Hater pouted as his lip quivered, he laid on the bed right next to commander peepers “because c peeps, you’re my best frriiiiieeennnndddd” he whined

Peepers was shocked when hater said that to him, was he really his best friend or was he just being childish to get his way as usual? Either way peepers perked up and spoke in a calm tone “Im your best friend?…is…is that true sir? Do you really mean that?”

Hater grabbed him and hugged him close “well duh peeps! Everyone knows that, why else would I make you my commander in the first place? You’re my bestest buddy”

hater began to blush as he looked away, he couldn’t believe the words that just poured out of his mouth. he would never admit it out loud. but because it was just the two of them…..he trusted him whether he wanted to admit it or not , peepers genuinely meant a lot to him. he just has a hard time showing and expressing his feelings was all but he never understood why exactly that was….

a tear filled peepers eye as he hugged him back tightly “Oh sir, that makes me so happy!” He squeaked

Hater was alarmed at the little noise that came out of his commander as he looked down at him confused “Did you just squeak?” he asked in a confused yet curious tone

Commander peepers blushed deeply and tried to look away to avoid eye contact with hater , but it was hard when he was being held so closely in haters arms “N-no”

Hater smirked down at him and chuckled “yes you did, don’t lie to me peepers” hater playfully poked his belly lightly teasing him “you’re like a little squeaky toy!” He laughed

——Chapter 4——

When hater gently poked the commanders stomach, he let out another little squeak accompanied with a giggle , realizing his mistake the little commander blushed more and covered where his mouth would be in embarrassment hoping that his boss didn’t realize what just happened

“You did it again!”

Hater laughed “awww that’s so cute peeps!” He smiled at him and poked his stomach one more time hoping to hear his tiny commander squeak one last time

“S-sir please don’t!” Instead of a little squeak the commander giggled

Hater froze for a second. Then that’s when it hit him

“Peeps…….are you ticklish?!” He immediately grinned at him teasingly, his eyes lit up mischievously at the scene of the embarrassed peepers. it was an adorable sight

Peepers became flushed once again, he started to grow nervous “w-what?! No I-I’m not ticklish! Don’t be ridiculous sir”he stammered and shook nervously, he tried everything in his power to deny the fact that he was ticklish, he didn’t want anyone finding out, especially hater.

but hater wasn’t falling for it, by the flustered look on peepers face, he was most definitely ticklish….and embarrassed about it for some weird reason but hater couldn’t figure out why

“Awwwwhh!! Peepers is ticklish! Aren’t you??” Haters smirk grew larger as he gently tickled under peepers chin hoping to get another reaction out of him

Peepers blushed even more as he giggled loudly “s-sir! Please y-you’re embarrassing me” Another tiny squeak slipped out

“Embarrassing you?” He asked, then he stopped for a moment and thought….. then finally realized why peepers was so embarrassed. as the smirk grew even larger on his face

“Wait….is this your weakness?? Your weakness is tickles?” He asked aggressively

Peepers didn’t have much of a choice but to fess up “Y-yes!” He squeaked and immediately hid his eye out of embarrassment , he couldn’t make direct eye contact with hater without his stomach filling with butterflies “It’s just that….I’m really…REALLY ticklish, I-i dunno why but even the slightest touch gets me” he winced out of embarrassment and explained to hater as he hovered over him looking down at the embarrassed commander who was curled up in a ball of shame

“Wow peeps…and to think I was barely even touching you” he replied and smirked “maybe we should see just how ticklish you REALLY are….” hater approached him closer as peepers backed up all the way to the headboard, he felt his face getting hot as he looked back at the headboard then back at the tall skeleton who was ready to ambush him with tickles “S-sir please n-no!” He stuttered and begged him as his pupil once again shrunk out of fear as he shook nervously

Moments later, hater gently sat on the tiny commanders waist to pin him and immediately began tickling his body rubbing his long fingers up and down peepers sides

Peepers didn’t have time to react to the fact that his boss, the person he had the biggest crush on was sitting on his waist, he busted out in laughter and began to squirm at the sensation of the deep tickles, he began to feel it deep in his ribs

“N-nohohohoh plhehehehleassssee!!!” The commander cried out and wiggled

Hater stopped for a moment and looked directly into his eye

this started to make hater feel hot and bothered, he could feel his face getting hot , he wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he was pinning down the commander, or if it was the adorable little squeaks he cried out…..or the fact that he had came face to face with a helpless and humiliated peepers which made him feel even more powerful, or maybe it was all three

he didn’t know what exactly it was he was feeling but for some reason it was starting to turn him on, he looked down at him once again and gave him a smug look

Peepers caught his breath and looked up at hater who was smirking down at him, his face got slightly redder once he realized that hater was practically riding him

“Uhm…..S-sir?” He cried out “w-what are you doing?” He began to feel some tension in his nether reigns

Hater crossed his arms and grinned playfully “How’s about you guess then if you’re right I’ll let you go and leave you alone?”

Peepers got nervous and spoke in a shaky tone of voice “U-uhh you’re gonna…..l-let me go so I can get back to work?” He chirped nervously

“WRONG!” Hater yelled which startled peepers and started tickling his stomach, his smirk growing bigger at the sight of the embarrassed little peepers

Commander peepers squealed and began laughing hysterically, his stomach was especially the most sensitive

“Gahahahahhahh! Sheherherherherrr!! No faiirrr!” He squirmed and struggled underneath hater who was pinning him down

Hater got up close and personal to peepers face and started taunting him playfully “Tickle tickle tickle~” he whispered

The commander realized that he was too far gone, there was absolutely no turning back now as he was completely under haters control

Peepers jerked and twitched, tears were now streaming down from laughing so hard

Hater laughed for a moment and gave him a few seconds to catch his breath “Grop peepers” haters voice became low and seductive.

“I never realized just how submissive and obedient you were~” he winked at him

The little commander caught his breath and blushed deeply at his response “I-I am not submissive! And you know it!” He denied angrily “it’s only because you bullied me into submission!” He squawked as the blush slowly faded away from his face..eye?

“Ohhh but you love it don’t you?” Hater growled teasingly and gently pulled his commanders face closer to his by placing his finger under his chin before giving it a second tickle

Commander peepers winced and whimpered as he tried to look away but failed miserably, he had never felt so embarrassed “S-sir~” he squeaked cutely. he secretly loved every minute of it

Hater smiled down at him and let go of his chin “Okay peeps….I’m done” His smile seemed sincere

“R-really?” Peepers asked relieved as he sighed loudly

Hater screamed “NOPE! I’m gonna getcha!!” Hater continued to taunt him. He began tickling him once again and began tickling around his navel, this made peeps squeal loudly and jolt

“Hey peeps..” hater blurted out still ticking him as he got up close to his face once again “Cootchie cootchie cootchie coo” he mocked him seeing how he would react this time

Peepers could feel his knees weaken, stomach fill with butterflies as his face became really hot, hot enough to the point where he almost felt like he was burning up, but in reality it was from being so flushed. “NOO! GHAHAHAH plehehehese sir stohohohopp! I can’t take it anymohohohoooree~” he started kicking his feet

hater had never ever seen peepers like this before, he felt pleased with himself as he laughed at poor peepers who was absolutely drowning in embarrassment. then a couple minutes later he finally stopped and this time for good

He carefully got off of c peeps and peeps finally managed to fully catch his breath as he was drenched in sweat from laughing so hard , hater laid next to him and grinned right before peepers looked at him and covered his face in embarrassment, he couldn’t bare to look at him

Hater spoke softly “Heh…you’re so cute peeps” he commented as he blushed a little

“S-shut up!” Peepers replied annoyed with him, he couldn’t look at his boss the same way again after this

a few seconds later peepers slowly uncovered his face to peer at hater, hater just laid there next to him smiling at him , peepers grumbled and finally gave in as he cuddled up close to hater

“Uh peeps…..ya know you’re really cute when you’re like this….I’ve never seen you this way before” he blushed a bit as he held c peeps close to him rubbing his back to comfort him

“Well sir…..you should consider yourself lucky, no one has ever seen this side of me before..” peepers explained “I just get embarrassed at the thought of others seeing me as all soft and mushy….I don’t wanna have that reputation” he sighed out of stress

Hater smiled at him and whispered softly “Well uh” he stuttered nervously “I’m just glad that you trust me enough to be able to talk to me about these things, and ya know I hate to admit it but…you can still be big and tough and still be a bit soft” he blushed “I uh….I know it’s not easy but despite what happened tonight. But I won’t look or think any differently of you because of it”

Peepers blushed out of shock, his heart started pounding. What hater just said was so reassuring it put him at ease. he didn’t feel as embarrassed now “Th-thank you sir….that means so much to me” he perked up and cuddled him

“No prob peeps…..no prob” he whispered as a few minutes went by “the only thing that makes me see you a bit differently is just how adorable you are when I’m taunting and ticking you, I’ll have to do this more often” he teased and winked at him

Peepers heart fluttered as he buried his face into haters chest “Shut up~” he muttered as hater laughed at him “Oh settle down you big softy”

The two finally settled down after all the excitement, peepers ended up falling asleep with hater but just before he fell asleep in his arm he couldn’t help but feel at ease after the discussion he had with hater, he actually felt a lot better and hater promised to keep his weakness a secret

besides what fun would it be if everyone found out? Hater would no longer get peepers all to himself anymore

The next morning hater was in the kitchen getting peepers coffee ready, peepers woke up to the sweet smell of hot coffee and slowly shuffled his way to the kitchen to get some breakfast

He walked in and yawned as he rubbed his eye then proceeded to walk up to get his coffee only for hater to hug him from behind, it was warm and cozy “Mmmh morning peeps” hater growled affectionately and nudged him as a little giggle slipped out of peepers mouth

“Sir please you’re distracting me~” he spoke in a sleepy tone, he had never felt so loved

[willkimurashat]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for tagging me @rebelrayne @0shewrites0 and @libelle949 !!! And I'm so sorry for getting to this late🙈

How many works do you have on ao3?

Only 7 :)

What's your total ao3 word count?

178,312 words

What fandoms do you write for?

Just LITG. For now, at least lol

Top five fics by kudos:

Stargazing

The Answer was Simple

Snog, Marry, Die

You Don't Spell It, You Feel It

Beloved & Beloathed tied with Serendipity

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Always! Getting comments is the greatest joy - responding to them is the least I can do to express my gratitude🥺❤

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably The Answer was Simple, but a lot of my fics have angst woven into them🫣

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Snog, Marry, Die lmaooo 🤭😂😂😂 Pretty much most of them have/will have a happy ending lol

Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. One time I got a comment where I just couldn't tell their tone? It felt as if they were almost disappointed with where I took the story, but maybe it was just me reading into things too much.. Either way, I couldn't bring myself to write for a few weeks after that🙃

Do you write smut?

Well, funny that you ask hahaha😅 I was just peer pressured into writing my first smutty smut (ahem Serendipity ahem), but idk if I'll do it again🙈

Craziest crossover:

Haven't done any lol

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Ummm not quite, but there was a time when somebody had posted a chapter of a Will fic and it was suspiciously similar to the first chapter/prologue of Stargazing. Like, their MC had a similar vibes for the name, was also an artist. The structure of the chapter was very similar too - it started with MC doing the intro, then had a line break and then a basically paraphrased paragraph from my fic of how the MC walked up to the firepit. It was so bizarre... That fic stayed on for a few days and since then was removed or hidden, but I still have a screenshot of it somewhere.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope!

All time favorite ship?

Oh gosh, Anastasia and Will are my beans, you know, they're my children, my babies, but Cece and Andy are just - I want what they have🥺🥺🥺

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

🙈🙈🙈🙈 Jesus Christ. I'm struggling to write right now. I took too long a hiatus and now that I actually do have inspiration and desire to write, I open my wips that are so so dear to me and I love so so much (Stargazing and Beloved & Beloathed) and I just blank out. I get so scared trying to continue them because I feel like I'll ruin all my hard work, if that makes any sense? I feel like I don't know how to continue them. And then I get so overwhelmed that I just close the doc. And then the cycle continues and the writing pause gets even longer and it becomes even harder. But I really really don't want to abandon them because they need to get their deserved ending. Ugh. Sorry for rambling, but I think I just needed to be honest and get that off my chest.

What are your writing strengths?

I think just prose, in general. Like, descriptions of feelings/mood/scene setting and shit like that lol

What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue. Or at least it's my biggest insecurity haha😅 and probably not getting too carried away with descriptions👀

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Why not?🙌

First fandom you wrote in?

Litg ❤

Favorite fic you've written?

Don't make me choose. Don't. Make. Me. Choose. 😩😩😩 grrrrr ughhhhh hmmmmm farygbqeirgwrg-

You Don't Spell It, You Feel It

Tagging: I'm very late to this, so I think probably everyone has done it, but if you haven't - this is your sign!❤

[spirallingstarcases]

im curious abt the piano in the woods 👀👀

oooo okay so this one is a peterick fic where pete’s a spirit tied to this magical piano in the woods (hence. yeah) and i was gonna have patrick stumble upon this piano and like. fall in love with it because it’s a gorgeous piano and we all know he can’t resist a musical instrument. and one day while he’s playing it, this guy (pete) shows up and he’s very mysterious but then it gets revealed that pete is a nature spirit and patrick moves the piano into his house and through the power of love they form a band and whatnot etc etc.

snippet 🔽

Deep in the woods, shaded by trees stretching miles high, surrounded by thick bushes, and creeping with ivy, is a standing piano. It’s a dark, brassy brown, with weathering keys made of ivory, and lovingly carved fleur-de-lis and oak leaves set into its panels. The wood is weathered and faded in places where the sun frequently rests, but the lacquer hasn’t lost its sheen, and it’s always in tune.

It sits, nestled into the brush and the grass and the dirt, and waits.

Patrick is so close to shoving his foot up this lady’s ass, and resisting the urge is making his neck sweat.

“I’m truly, truly sorry, but due to the shipping delay, we won’t have oat milk again until tomorrow,” he explains for the eighteenth fucking time.

“This is an outrage,” the lady screeches. Her neck stretches higher as she attempts to posture up to him, like an extendable straw. “This is-is—This is against my rights!”

Patrick sighs. She’s been raving about rights and outrages and calling the police (over oat milk? seriously?) for eleven minutes and thirty four seconds now, and Patrick is about to just give up and launch fair trade paper cups at her until she leaves. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Could I recommend the Starbucks two blocks over? I’m sure they have the services you are looking for.”

“Y-You!” She splutters. Her face is bright red and glistening with effort and misplaced rage, and there’s spit all over Patrick’s counters.

Finally, finally, Patrick’s replacement walks in through the belled doors.

“Hi,” Andy calls out. “Sorry about the wait. You said there’s a problem with a customer?” Patrick could kiss Andy right about now. Andy Hurley, co-owner of Groove Beans Cafe (<- no), is wearing a worn tank top that shows off all of his muscles and heavily tattooed skin, his signature basketball shorts are hiked up on his waist so his thigh tattoos are also as visible as possible, and he’s holding a black baseball bat that’s chipped at the edges.

The lady takes one look at him, pales dramatically, and leaves. Not even a good-fucking-bye, Patrick thinks. Not that he wants her to continue talking for even one more second.

“You are a fucking god-send,” Patrick praises.

Andy shrugs and slips his hoodie back on. It’s embroidered with a little coffee cup, and it’s got both their initials on it. “Couldn’t leave you to the sharks. Besides, I could feel the tip jar getting full.”

Patrick sends a flat stare as Andy looks into the “tip jar” (a giant mug with I <3 UR MOM hand painted on it) and shakes it so the coins clink. “For someone who’s so against capitalism,” Patrick says, “you sure love money.”

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Brit I absolutely love love love the detail you put into the food & cooking in your fics! I was wondering if Baby Girl and Bird have favorite dishes to cook, and/or if Andy and Ari have favorites as well? xx

Hi friend! It makes me so happy to know that you enjoy those little details. Both Baby Girl and Bird have a passion for cooking and baking, just like I do. And I often research different recipes when writing about the meals they create to help people visualize. So thank you for that lovely compliment!

And as for your question about their favorite dishes, here you go:

Baby Girl: Favorite Dessert: This girl will happily whip up a glazed lemon pound cake from scratch any day of the week. It's her specialty. The secret is adding fresh squeezed lemon juice as well as a package of instant lemon pudding to the batter. And if she's feeling frisky, she might even throw together a blueberry compote to go with it.

Favorite Meal: Smothered pork chops, with garlic red skin mashed potatoes and southern style green beans. Now this is a Barber Family Favorite that actually takes a bit of time to prepare. Which means that this is more of a Sunday dinner type of occasion.

She typically puts the beans on simmer around noon. In case people are curious, Baby Girl prefers using smoked turkey over ham hocks, simply because that's how she grew up.

Bird: Favorite Dessert: As many of you know, our sweet Bird does not play when it comes to baking. Ari almost got hurt when he insulted her legendary Peach Cobbler. That splash of bourbon really takes the recipe to the next level. She also loves making her award-winning Brambleberry Pie. Lately she's been busy perfecting her Brown Butter Pecan Chocolate Chip Cookies. And her Beast is more than happy to be her guinea pig anytime.

Favorite Meal: Bird is not quite as accomplished a cook as BG, but she is pretty darn good when she sets her mind to it. Her favorite thing to make for both herself and Ari is probably a slow simmered Pot Roast, complete with potatoes, carrots, and mushrooms. Our girl also likes to add a healthy glass of red wine to the mix as well. Which truly makes for a delicious meal.

As for Andy and Ari, they will happily devour anything their girls set in front of them. They always appreciate the effort, even if things don't quite turn out like they hoped. Neither man likes seeing their lady upset when a dish doesn't work out.

So in the event that occurs, they're quick to order takeout of some sort and then go straight for the snuggles. Because those men are usually pretty attention-starved on a good day. It works for both couples and that's all that matters.

Thanks for the ask!