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graciereadshannigram · 10 days ago

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hey fam, welcome to the September round up of all my favorite fics i read this month!!

as a reminder: the ingredients for a five star rating typically (but not always!!) include some combination of a.) believable characterizations of both Hannibal and Will, b.) compelling plot and/or character arcs, and c.) high quality smut.

that being said, my judgment of the aforementioned ingredients is powered almost exclusively by vibes and as such, is incredibly subjective.

you can find past recs below:

February March April May June July August

and if you have any recs of your own for me, PLEASE SHARE.

without further ado, let's go!

Marriage of Inconvenience by FragileTeacup

Word Count: 3563 Summary: When Will Graham hears that Hannibal Lecter has been threatened with deportation, he's far more dismayed than he ever thought he would be. But a flippant suggestion from Brian Zeller gives him an idea...

GREEN CARD FAKE MARRIAGE YES PLEASE.

Nakama by FragileTeacup

Word Count: 55656 Summary: Hannibal Lecter is handsome, clever, rich, Omegan... and quite oblivious to the fact that he is hopelessly in love with his brusque Alpha mentor, Will. Will Graham has always looked out for Hannibal, occasionally despairing of his young protégé's spoiled nature but valuing his companionship just the same. They are the best of friends. But when Hannibal finds himself in the grip of a late first heat, both men are forced to confront feelings which neither are prepared for... Nakama, a Regency A/B/O romance based on Emma by Jane Austen. Featuring beautiful art by the wonderful beatricenius!

I really enjoyed reading this, but also I love omega Hannibal and the angst in this was just *chefs kiss*

Peaches and Cream by The_Gemini_Dragon

Word Count: 5757 Summary: Hannibal picks up one of the jars, turning it over in his hands. He hasn't expected Will to can his own food. He pops the lid open, and knows immediately what it is. A sharp, sweet scent reaches his nose, as well as a whiff of alcohol.He dips his fingers into the jar and brings the peach slice to his mouth.

Drunk Hannibal really scratches an itch in my brain, especially when it leads to excellent sex :))))

Time Reversed by teacupsandtime

Word Count: 25,474 Summary: Hannibal and Will traverse an unexpected intimate development.

Heads up, this is mpreg. But it was very sweet and tender and made me very happy!

Depraved by sourweather

Word Count: 5891 Summary: Will was raised to think that certain things were wrong. Dirty, shameful. Even years later, there are certain lines that he can't seem to cross.For example, he's never been able to handle the idea of anything going in his ass.

y'all wanted to know what some of my most re-read fics are, this is certainly one of them LOL

shame by YouAreMyDesign

Word Count: 3240 Summary: Hannibal smiles, and goes to the contacts in Will's phone. Under the name 'Daddy', his phone has apparently grouped two phone numbers. The first is Hannibal's cell. The second has a Louisiana area code.

*fans self* hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha obsessed.

spider by YouAreMyDesign

Word Count: 3991 Summary: Hannibal likes his kills clean. Will likes them messy.

beware the tags, heavy on the "dead dove do not eat" but wow this was beyond enjoyable! felt very in character for them!

Sweet Tooth by HigherMagic

Word Count: 81017 Summary: He has prepared for this, of course. No self-respecting Omega of his stature and skill would deign to let themselves be taken by surprise. Although, again, he has not expected his final heat to approach for some time, it is one of those occurrences people prepare for like Doomsday. He has plans, and bags packed, and knows what he will need to do, to make sure he makes it through the ordeal with minimal discomfort. The first step will be to hunt, to stock his fridge and his stores so he will not go hungry. The second step will be to find a suitable companion.

another one that i've reread several times, whoops.

Look, Mother! The Sheep Have Devoured the Wolves! by HigherMagic

Word Count: 102934 Summary: Hannibal and Bedelia are married, but unable to have children. At Margot's insistence, Hannibal agrees to meet the Omega that was a surrogate for her and Alana. Will is rough-edged, unrefined, and everything Hannibal shouldn't desire. This arrangement promises to be clean, and simple. Of course, nothing concerning Will Graham is ever simple.

THIS WAS SO GOOD. not gonna lie, almost didn't pick it up because of Hannibal being married to Bedelia, but it works!!!

Love in the time of cannibals by ToxicWitchling

Word Count: 69658 Summary: Franklyn has noticed Dr Lecter's favoritism with another patient. It started small; frequent appointments, hushed conversations and light touches. However, Franklyn draws the line at the recent extravagant gifts the Doctor seems to be bestowing on a scruffy fisherman from Wolf Trap. He realizes he may be more interested in the good Doctor than he first knew and begins to find out as much as possible about this Will Graham, if not to stop him toying with the Doctor's affections, then to learn where the attractions lies and steal it for himself.AKA. Franklyn notices Will is a sugar baby before Will does, gets jealous, and wants that lifestyle.

amazing. loved. love.

act on it by acheforhim

Word Count: 9142 Summary: “I work a lot. Don’t really have the time to find an alpha who won’t look down on me for…” “For wanting to be an omega?” “Basically, yeah.” — Will is lonely and his long-distance fuckbuddy encourages him to pursue Hannibal.

AHHH THIS WAS SO FUCKING HOT WHAT THE HELL. I HAD TO TAKE A BREAK TO MAKE SURE I WAS BREATHING.

An Ounce of Wit by Winddrag0n

Word Count: 69420 Summary: “It’s heavier than I expected. Anyways, here.” She walks in front of Will, and in her hands she is holding a long, furry snake. It’s white on the bottom, the top a dirty grey, with dark, blurry rosettes sprinkled along its length. “Where did you get that?” Will asks quietly, his brain rejecting the fact that it feels like a part of him.“It’s attached to your ass, dude. You have a fucking tail.”--AKA a modern magical AU where the entire point is to turn Will Graham into a catboy.

I didn't expect to like catboy Will Graham and then I read this and it was actually really well done!

Wildfire by Winddrag0n

Word Count: 4266 Summary: “I’m so sick of this,” Will bites out. “All your bullshit. Whatever this stupid fucking game we’re playing is.” He approaches Hannibal, palms open, showing he is unarmed. “You manipulate me for the better part of a year, send me to prison, and when I finally embrace this ‘inner darkness’ you’re always on about, you know what happens?” He jabs a finger out, pressing it harshly into Hannibal’s chest. “You don’t even have the fucking decency to die.” Will finds himself at a rave, and emerges a person with far less patience than before.

yeah, i have no words. so fucking good.

Still With Me by Winddrag0n

Word Count: 4271 Summary: There is, inexplicably, a coat check, which Will uses. He does not pocket the ticket, simply leaves it on a stool near the door, knowing Hannibal will grab it for him. While Hannibal is fast and assured in his movements, this is Will’s territory, and he easily slips a safe distance away with plenty of time to see Hannibal’s entrance. He catches the man in question putting the paper safely away with a small shake of his head, and then he’s looking up, taking in the room around him. A shiver runs down Will’s spine, because he did not realize Hannibal would actually make an effort to blend in. His hair holds no treatment, falling softly across his forehead, and he is dressed in dark grey slacks with a matching black button-up, undone partway down his chest. Most of all, in his eyes, where Will had expected to see some form of rejection, he only sees curiosity.Will turns away, towards the main floor. This point of this was to let go, not dwell on things, and he closes his eyes and lets it happen. Will makes a habit of going out to clubs, and one night Hannibal follows.

hey if you enjoyed my public sex prompt for kinktober, this might be a fun one!

3y3s by Winddrag0n

Word Count: 4866 Summary: Pain, bright and wide across his face as Will feels his head jerk to the side. It’s only when he turns back, sees the cold look in Hannibal’s eyes as he pulls his hand back, that he realizes Hannibal has just slapped him. “I will not apologize,” he says, words clipped. “You were out of line.”“Good,” Will grins, an electric energy shooting through his veins, “because I’m not going to apologize for this either.” He lunges forward, uses fists where the other man had used his open hand, and punches Hannibal square in the jaw. Trouble in paradise.

fighting as sex and sex as fighting?? *drools*

let's hate what our love makes us do by hannigramized

Word Count: 22250 Summary: Hannibal Lecter's patient, Franklyn Froideveaux, has been making unwanted advances towards Hannibal. Hannibal enlists the help of Will Graham to get Franklyn to back off. And because he may be kind of in love with Will. Takes place during Season 1, mostly Episodes Sorbet&Fromage

Fake dating is the best kind of dating! I love when they're oblivious and don't realize that they're actually in love.

Single All the Way by venus_in_bloom

Word Count: 34740 Summary: Will Graham has everything; a successful career, a loving father, a stable job. All he is missing is someone to share it with. When his dad insists he brings someone special, all thoughts go to his friend and weekly dinner companion Hannibal Lecter. A plan is hatched when Hannibal proposes that Will introduces him as his partner. Can visiting his roots help Will and Hannibal to finally take the leap and lay some roots of their own? Can Will resist the elusive doctor’s charms? Does he really want to? Inspired by the Netflix movie, Single All the Way!

Fluffy, cozy holiday fic that was actually perfect.

aaaaaand that's a wrap for September!!! have fun babes <3

#gracie reads hannigram #fic recs #hannigram fic recs #hannigram recs #hannigram #hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #murder husbands #mads mikkelsen #hannigram fic #nbc hannibal #hugh dancy

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mirrorsims · 2 years ago

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Sooo.. I may have a tiny bit of an obsession w the 60s, 70s & 80s, and therefore I've accumulated a lot of CAS custom content both made for and capable of working in that time-frame! Here is a (very non-finalized) master list of said CC. I will most likely edit this, or post a part two. (I am also 100% open to WCIFs regarding these decades, vague and specific!) Full list below the cut, but creators shown in the preview are @ridgeport @simduction @ice-creamforbreakfast @feralpoodles @hezzasims @simstrouble @joliebean @zombietrait @its-adrienpastel @deathpoke1qa, @leeleesims1

(an * denotes a TSR link)

1960s

Sets

@enriques4 & @serenity-cc's Back to the 60s set is a must have for bright 60s basics to mix and match

@sentate & @trillyke's 1990s-themed 2020 Collab has pieces that are perfect for mod fashions

From babydoll to boho, Sentate's April 2021 Collection has it all for late 1960s & early 1970s looks alike

For some gorgeous turn of the decade looks, be sure to nab @ice-creamforbreakfast's Date Night Collection

Clothing & Footwear

Create more early 1960s looks with @gilded-ghosts Earth Angel dress!

I love @ridgeport's Birdie skirt as a mod mini! It comes in tons of colors & excellent patterns

amythesailor's Twiggy dress is full of fun patterns and colorways!

If you need something bright, @deathpoke1qa's 60's dress and matching go-go boots are the way to go

Hair

@simduction's blog is full of big fun retro hairstyles, but their Nancy, Peggy, & Beecky hairs are some of my favorites of the bunch.

@daylifesims also has a ton of fun picks, Shades of Cool, Hammer Horror, Heavy Bangs, & their Daphne and Fred Hairs are best suited for 60s style

@joshseoh's Blaire hair is cute and curly for a peppy 60s chick!

@feralpoodles' Monique & Monica Hairs are sleek and modish, they're perfect on their own or with some accessory bangs

Lets talk beehives. @ravensim's Terri Hair is loose and wavy, ridgeport's Fleur Hair is stacked and layered. @candysims4 has two beautiful beehives, Follow Me & the long and sleek Bee Hair.

@glimersims' Sugar Hair is an adorable flippy half-updo

A more 50's style like @birksche's Higher Twist Hair is perfect for your older sims

And @okruee's Bordeaux Hair is a wonderfully messy bun

1970s

Sets

Lets start the decade off strong with Gilded-Ghosts & @surely-sims' Perfect Party Set, which includes some gorgeous Build/Buy items as well (and BB could and should be a masterlist of its own..)

@joliebean & @clumsyalienn's Slavic Allure set lends itself perfectly to hippie and prairie style looks in a gorgeous Eastern-European inspired package.

On the topic of hippie, clumsyalienn's Heatwave Pack is perfect for all your free-spirited Sims

And so is serentiy-cc's Bohemian Child collection- that fur coat is a must have

Now for something bold and fun, straight out of Sears, ice-creamforbreakfast's 70s-inspired November 2022 set

Clothing & Footwear

@glumbut has never let me down with their Sonny and Dahlia jeans, and their Aroa top is recent favorite of mine

I love using ridgeport's Phia Suit for some good late-70s professional girl vibes

Hair

I've got some more feralpoodles hair for you, her Diana Hair is perfect for all your flower children & the layered and windswept Lara & Farrah hairs are straight out of the late 70s

And of course more ice-creamforbreakfast, another Fawcett-inspired look with their Farrah Flip, and their Milla Afro is a must have, whether you make vintage sims or not.

@simstrouble's Mirela hair also lends itself to a more subdued 70s style

And if you're looking for a long shag, @kamiiri's got you covered with their Phoebe Hair

1980s

Sets

Joliebean's 5th Avenue Conversion is great for both 80s business & 80s-does-40s looks.

@zombietrait's 80s Goth Pack is perfect for, well, trad goth looks. It's a must.

@dogsill's Upside Down Pack is full of great basics and rockin hair.

A multiparter, @aniraklova's Wild and Stylish 80s sets are over-the-top in the best way possible. Make sure to check out all 3 parts!

Clothing & Footwear

Now, it wouldn't be the 80s without some Wall Street goodness, and @quiddity-jones' Double-Breasted Suit is perfectly patterned for all of your business needs.

Part 2 of @jius-sims' Retro Collection is sweet and classic, perfect for the 80s housewife, or your girl-next-door.

@cooper322's Blondie Jacket is just so splendidly rocker-chic.

More from joliebean, their Ultraviolet & Daytona dresses are wonderful for all sorts of patterned & neon looks

Hair

joliebean's Beatrix Hair is a fun cropped style, it works for all sorts of fem looks, but I especially love it combined with a classic powersuit

@goamazons' Gloria Hair* is equally classy, and even bigger

Now, it wouldn't be the 80s without curly (often permed) looks, so here's some, ranging in volume. Goamazons' Floris Hair*, simstrouble's Beatrice Hair, & @softerhaze's Rhiannon Hair are all long styles with cute curly bangs. simstrouble's Eddie Hair is similar, works for both frames, and rocks a shaggier mullet-style.

@candysims4-ccfinds' Bonnie Hair is a shorter curled look with plenty of volume

Kamiiri's got two hairstyles I *love* for this decade, the Simone Hair is a full, long, curly style, and the Celine Hair is shoulder length with beachy curls and just the right amount of volume.

Multiple-Decade

Sets

As hilarious as it is, ice-creamforbreakfasts' half of the My Wedding Trauma Set has some awesome pieces. The Kelly-Marie Hair works great for 80s looks, and the dresses involved are right out of the class of 1987's prom. It even has an Elvis-inspired jumpsuit. (Check out surley-sims' half for the matching sunglasses)

Clothing & Footwear

@melonsloth's Jolene Outfit is a wonderfully classic outwear piece

@casteru's Bodycon Wrap Dress is just that! It's simple and works great on 70s-80s ladies.

Jius-sims' Retro Collection has some great footwear as well, they're simple and classic enough for all sorts of decades looks

@hezzasims released some beautiful 50s-inspired pieces, though I think they work great in any decade!

Hair

daylifesims' Long Rose Petals hair is simple enough for any decade, though I particularly love it in the late 1970s & early 80s.

The same goes for simstrouble's Rhoda hair, it reminds me so much of my mom's when she was a teen in the 70s & 80s.

#cc masterlist #sims 4 cc finds #the sims 4 #1980s cc #1980s sims #1970s cc #1970s sims #1960s cc #1960s sims #vintage sims #retro sims #my post #retro cc #vintage cc

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buckybarnesss · 1 year ago

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I don't know own if you've stated this before, but what is your theory on Eli's existence?

I love reading everyone's theories on how Derek came to parent this adorable mini-Stiles.

i've speculated a little before. mostly tongue-in-cheek (or was it hem).

like, we talk a lot about teen wolf's messy timeline but eli hale existence breaks it on a fundamental level. the teen wolf movie takes place in 2026 and eli is 15 years old. this makes him born in 2011.

season 1-3B all take place in 2011 and it's a very tight timeline.

i would like jeff davis to sit down and tell me when derek hale had not only the time but the desire to go have sex during s1-2. eli couldn't have been conceived any later than maybe april to still be born in 2011 and that's pushing it.

like, derek was very busy going through The Horrors in season 1 in which he was trying to find out who murdered his sister, dealing with scott and stiles, jackson's needy ass, being tormented by kate and feral peter.

season 2 picks up almost immediately after s1 as lydia's still in the hospital and takes place over a few weeks. during this time derek's trying to find out who the kanima is, dealing with the argents and attempting to build a pack (and starting to become aware the alpha pack is coming).

derek ain't got the fucking time.

and no jennifer cannot be the mother because jennifer fucking died and also jennifer and derek didn't meet until like early september.

and also no braeden cannot be the mother because derek and her didn't even meet until 3B which was in late october and they didn't fuck until season 4 which takes place in 2012. it's too late.

and no it's not kate. fucking gross.

but heather, you ask, maybe the conception happened prior to wolf moon?

it's possible but i have such a hard time seeing that version of derek engaging with anyone beyond a surface level that the only way it makes sense is if eli's an accidental baby and the mother couldn't get in contact with derek for a significant period of time.

we know by age 3 eli was with derek as scott had seen him. which coincidentally would've made it 2014 the same year the show actually ends.

(never mind that the final final scene of them all in the parking lot is supposedly 2 years after that making it 2016 putting eli around 5 but i guess no one saw him despite them all hanging out but whatever).

conclusion: jeff davis pulled eli hale out of his goddamn ass

and i can already hear oh but what if he was laura's or what if eli was adopted from another pack and those are good scenarios but in terms of canon itself jeff fully intended eli to be derek's biological son.

so my theories are this:

derek accidentally got someone pregnant shortly before wolf moon and she was unable to reach him but knew his name. at some point before eli is 3 derek comes into custody of eli.

it was the nemeton and eli just straight up exists out of some kind of magic.

tl:dr

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #eli hale #derek hale #sterek

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doetic · 8 months ago

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ADOPTED BY JSLUG????? PART ONE

“Y/n you stupid ugly bitch come downstairs!!” your mom yelled.

you sighed and put your hair into a messy bun but in an effortlessly perfect way. you put on your dreamnotfound converse that was signed by all the dreamsmp members except for schlatt (a/n: cuz hez problematic duhhhh!!) and walked cooly down the stairs to the living room where some guy stood.

“you ugly loser! i’m selling you for more beer!” your mom yelled.

“good! i like him better than you anyways!” you said walking over to your new dad without getting a good look at him!

He took your hand and led you out the door. you kinda wished you had packed your stuff but whatever it smelled like beer anyways.

the car he brought you to was super cool. “woah how you afford this?” you asked.

“youtube” his voice was familiar.

“omg jschlatt?????”

“call me… dad”

A/n: HAHA CLIFFHANGERRRRR wait till april 2025 2 find out moar!!!!!

#jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt fanfic

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mintsv · 1 year ago

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cherry blossom - k. gyuvin (ch 2)

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read chapter 1 here!

pairing ➷ gyuvin x gn!reader

synopsis : you and gyuvin were in your last years of high school and lived beside each other. at school, he's captain of the basketball team, gyuvin is friendly and easygoing, not to mention he's extremely popular. on the other hand, you're the class president and have been for many years, you very studious, making you not have many friends. nevertheless, your fateful friendship bloomed under the cherry blossoms of april.

genre : romance . fluff . angst . high school au

word count : 3.5 k

warnings : swearing (i think that's it lmk if theres more!)

notes : sorry this took wayy longer than it should, silly fact is i had to write a lot of these on the airplane :) anw this chapter's a lot of angst and the storyline became kinda messy im very sorry i tried my best, i hope it's okay tho and i might make a follow-up fluff chapter if this turns out well!

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'do i like y/n?"

gyuvin thought to himself, suddenly not being able to think of anything else other than that question. gyuvin was very unfamiliar with the terms : 'like', 'crush', or 'love'. the idea of having crushes and a partner had never really piqued his interest so to think of his bestfriend, you, in a romantic way gave him mixed feelings.

ultimately, he remembered his initial task which was to bring you home after the tiring day you went through. shaking his head, he put those thoughts behind him and began rushing to the gym. just as he arrived, he saw your figure with a blonde haired boy sitting on the bleachers happily chatting while sharing two cans of coke, the drink you usually bought for him after every tournament.

unknowingly, gyuvin felt his heart sink into his stomach at the sight. again he couldn't understand what he was feeling, he placed a hand on the left side of his chest, feeling how his heart beat quickened with every sight of you.

'stop overthinking, your heart's beating fast because you just ran here idiot.' gyuvin thought, removing his hand while his feet trudged their way up the bleachers.

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"y/n!" he shouted loud enough for the both of you to hear. your head peeked from the blonde's broad shoulder before bidding him a farewell.

"it was nice talking to you ricky, i hope we can continue this conversation someday." you grin as you wave him goodbye, packing up your things with a small smile plastered on your lips, obviously in a better mood than before thanks to ricky.

you walked to gyuvin, finding him a little odd than usual but you decided not to question it.

"cmon let's go!" you awoke the boy from his trance, his head shook similar to a puppy as he awkwardly swung his arms around your shoulder.

"yeah sorry, let's go home." he apologized before rushing out of the gym, his arm was still around your shoulder and he was practically dragging you by the head considering your evident height difference.

still, you decided not to question why he was suddenly awkward and nervous, usually that was your job but you let it slide this time.

"gyuvin wait!" your eyes caught the view beside you, the sun was still setting over the horizon, faintly illuminating the cherry blossoms as it's petals danced in the wind. you quickly took out the camera you had bought the other day, playing with the settings trying to get the perfect shot. you have always been infatuated by nature and it's doings, things as simple as catching a sunset could lift your mood in seconds.

the brunette knew how much you loved taking photographs, with no other option he stood beside you and waited. unconsciously, his gaze shifted from the view to your figure. starstruck, gyuvin gulped as his eyes traced your features illuminated by the golden haze and somehow he felt the same feeling of his heart speeding up, beating in sync with every glance he takes of you.

"gyuvin isn't it so pretty?" you said, leaning towards the railing of the bridge you were on as the comfortable chilly wind brushed past you.

"yeah, very." but he wasn't looking at the sunset. he mirrored your movements as he leaned to the railing to place himself beside you, afraid you'd be uncomfortable, he finally pryed his eyes away from you to take in the sunset that was equally as beautiful. after a few minutes gone by, you broke the silence as you felt a wave of tiredness wash by you after the long day.

"it's getting dark, lets go home now." you give the boy a thin lipped smile, and he nodded in return.

the night ended with the both of you walking home together in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company even when there were no words to be exchanged, and although you don't realize it, it was one of the things gyuvin was grateful for. your presence always had the ability to heal his social battery after a long day, and all along, you were his serenity. why did it take so long for him to realize?

arriving at your doors, you bid farewell to the boy as he waited for you to go in your apartment first before himself. after confirming you were okay, he laid in bed, sprawled out like a starfish as he stared holes into the ceiling. his mind went back to everything that had happened and unintentionally the boy began to fall asleep with a silly smile glued onto his lips.

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the day after, you open your front door to be met by an unexpected sight.

"hey, ready for school?" the boy spoke with a charming smile, dressed tidyly in his school clothes with his hair neatly styled.

it took you a few seconds to take in his surprising appearance, it was usually the other way around and you'd wait for him in front of his door but the new change didn't upset you, even though it was a little strange.

"yeah.. let's go.." you both began to walk to the bus stop but what surprised you was gyuvin didn't take the initiative to sling his arms around your shoulder or initiate any contact like usual, sure it rather upsets you but you didn't want to seem clingy so you tried to ignore it.

until breaktime, gyuvin continued to act strange towards you. you offered to have lunch together but he refused saying he had plans with his teammates. so there you were, taking your lunch to your classroom and eating unaccompanied. at one point, you remembered the homework you were assigned to check this morning, taking the papers out of your desk compartment and setting your half eaten lunch aside.

you felt the break time become increasingly boring, while everyone was gathering with their friends, you were stuck doing duties as class president and most of all you felt a slight headache occur. just as you were about to put away the papers, a voice called out.

"y/n, there you are." you turn to look at the owner of the voice, although a bit dissapointed you were glad you at least had someone to share the pain with.

"oh hey ricky, what're you doing here?" you respond as the blonde takes a seat beside you, bringing out his lunchbox and putting it on his table. you put away the papers and placed your cold lunch in front of you.

"thought you could use a friend." he gave you a small smile as he began eating the food he brought. in return, you open your lunch and start to eat in the presence of a friend to accompany you.

"by the way, have you been looking for me?" you noticed how ricky was sweaty and panting when arrived so you assumed he must've spent a hefty time looking for you.

"well, actually gyuvin asked our whole b-ball team to have lunch with him, he said it was important and i assumed you were there too, but you weren't so i came looking for you."

"if it's important.. why didn't you stay to listen?" you asked curiously in which ricky replied with a scoff.

"gyuvin just ended up rambling about girls and crushes and all that, it seems like he has a crush on someone but he wouldn't tell us. most of the team ended up leaving anyway, i think only yujin and taerae stayed." your hands stop from taking another bite, feeling your heart sink at the sheer thought.

"what else did he say?" you were hesitant to hear more, but your curiosity took over.

"hmm.. something about it being recent and i think their name is-"

"Y/N!" you flinched from shock, turning around to see gyuvin in front of the classroom door he just barged through.

"speaking of the devil.." ricky whispered to you before saying goodbye, vacating the awkward atmosphere and leaving you alone with gyuvin in the classroom.

after ricky's departure, gyuvin sprinted onto the seat beside you, the one ricky had just sat in.

the silence was so deafening you would hear if a pin dropped. truthfully, you couldn't bear eye contact with him, but you didn't necessarily enjoy the discomfort you were currently in either.

"what're you doing here? i thought you had plans with the team." you say in a voice lower than a whisper, hoping he had heard and you didn't have to repeat yourself.

"oh um, i feel bad for leaving you, anyway i have something to tell you-" you cut him off in between, feeling your heart drop to your stomach from both his words and the fact that you thought he liked someone else.

"you felt bad for me?" anger welled up along with the feeling of your heart wrenching.

"wait no no no that's not what i meant but i need to tell you something!" gyuvin panicked, moving his arms in the air when realization hit him.

"gyuvin i'm perfectly fine, ricky was here anyway so i don't understand why you had to come. i'm not someone who always needs to be taken care of, i'm not that weak gyuvin." you ranted, saying whatever came to your mind impulsively and unintentionally ignoring what the boy was about to say.

"y/n i never said you were weak, what's wrong with being taken care of? can you take some time to see where i'm coming from first?" taking one of your hands in his as he searched your eyes with a pleading look.

"i'm trying to gyuvin, but whenever i do i can't help but think you will see me as a burden, someone that has to be walked to school and back home everyday, someone that has to be accompanied when eating, or sometimes i'm someone that can't even attend your matches and support you." you reply, holding in the tears threatening to fall as you stare deeply into his orbs, in fact you just needed reassurance. that was all you truly wanted from him, 'i don't' two simple words you hoped to hear.

"well i'm just trying to look out for you. maybe if ricky did those things to you, you wouldn't mind." the boy's impatience took over as frustration fueled his body for a split second.

his blunt words did nothing but worsen the ache in your heart. you quickly packed up your things, not having the energy to reply to him anymore.

"you know what, i'm not feeling well, i'm going home early, gunwook will take care of the class. and don't follow me." part of you didn't lie, you felt your head still throbbing from inexplicable pain. but you also had to excuse yourself from seeing gyuvin any longer.

you stood up, getting ready to leave until a hand pulled you back.

"y/n, are you mad?" what a stupid question, you thought. you didn't answer him, harshly letting go of his hold on your wrist before walking out of the classroom, closing the door behind you just in time as the bell rang.

in the classroom, gyuvin sat back down in despair. he ruffled his hair brutally after realizing what he had said, ruining the perfectly styled hair he did at 6 in the morning just for you. in fact, gyuvin was trying to say 3 words : 'i like you' but somehow he had messed everything up. unknowingly he felt a something slide down his left cheek.

'shit why am i crying?' the boy thought to himself, he quickly wiped the tear as he stood up furiously, startling the students who had just came in the classroom. seeing the scene he was creating, he quickly packed his bags, mumbling a few sorrys before heading out of the room to the basketball court.

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you rush out of the classroom and down the stairs with your head down, wiping a few stray tears along the way. suddenly, you were stopped by someones chest blocking the way. you were about to walk around him but he had stopped you once again, holding onto your shoulder as he forced you to look up.

"y/n.. what happened?" the tall blonde asked in a worried tone.

"nothing, i don't feel well so i'm going home." again you tried to walk past him but ultimately you were stuck in his grasp.

"did gyuvin do something? you can tell me." you start squirming in his hold, trying to get out as you felt the pain in your head worsen.

out of the sudden, you felt ricky let go completely as your view was no longer the blonde rather a tuff of brunette hair.

"what do you think you're doing asshole!" gyuvin held the boy from his collar as his back towered over you almost protectively.

"i think i should be the one asking. what did you do?" ricky emphasized on the 'you' and when he felt gyuvin's grip weaken, he pushed the boy off, dusting off his blazer before walking off with a smirk on his face.

gyuvin threw his head back in annoyance, ruffling his already messy hair as he turned around to face your figure.

on the other hand, you were pissed at what he did, it made you feel like you always need to depend on his help once again. your tears have already dried up, leaving your cheeks stained in which gyuvin couldn't help but notice.

"let's go." he took your wrists with a strong grip, practically dragging you whilst you try to pry his fingers off.

"leave me alone gyuvin, i can go by myself and i don't need you!" you yell, although the pain becomes unbearable. seeing your struggle felt like thousands of daggers flying through his chest, automatically he loosened his grip to gently hold your hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb.

"y/n, please don't hurt yourself like this. i'll explain everything once you get home and rest okay? let me take care of you one last time." with his free hand he took ahold of your tear stained cheeks, gazing deeply into your orbs while he felt tears gather in his own.

despite your anger, your heart couldn't help but soften. you have always had a soft spot for the puppy-like boy. when you felt his hand comfortingly rub your cheek, you let out a sniffle.

suddenly you felt your head throb, you stumbled forward to be caught by gyuvin. you shut your eyes from the discomfort as gyuvin quickly read the situation, turning around to lift you onto his back. your arms automatically circle his neck while his latched onto your thighs, slightly rubbing his thumb in a comforting manner.

you rest your head in the crook of his neck defeatedly. gyuvin mumbled some incoherent words you could barely hear before he began speed walking to your apartment.

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arriving at your apartment, you were already worn out and sleeping on the boy's back. just then he had remembered he didn't have your apartment key, he decided to rest you in his own flat. he unlocked his door, closing it behind him before rushing to his bedroom as he placed you on his bed carefully.

"wait here okay? i'm gonna go get your meds" he spoke to your sleeping state as he put his hand on the top of your hair and gently stroked it.

in the kitchen, gyuvin prepared some medicine and cooked up a bowl of porridge taken from a recipe you used to make from him when he was sick. after everything was ready, he took a deep breath before entering his room once again to find you still sound asleep.

he placed the food tray onto his nightstand, pulling up his blanket to cover your body before turning on the small nightlight and closing the curtains to create a comfortable homey atmosphere.

at last, he sat down on the floor beside the bed to be eye level with your sleeping figure. the boy sighed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear to get a clear view of your face before starting to talk, thinking you were still sound asleep.

"y/n i'm sorry, i really really really am." he sighed, making sure his voice wasn't loud enough to wake you up as he continued,

"i know i'm an asshole for not telling you sooner, hell i messed up so bad i made you cry. what i wanted to say all this time was that.. i like you, a lot." the boy sniffled, holding in his cry so he could finish the sentences he prepared.

"the argument we had today made me realize that i don't deserve your kindness. i don't and have never thought of you as a burden, in fact i wish you'd trouble me more often. y/n i know how hard you try to satisfy other people, you stay up late to arrange events for the class, you agree to revise other people's work even when you haven't done your own, you do every group project alone but after all of that you still try to attend all my matches, make me lunch when i forget, or take care of me when i'm sick, so i just want to do the same for you."

finishing, gyuvin wiped his tears, his eyes traced your features illuminated by his small nightlight. he had always thought you were the most beautiful person in the world though he hadn't had many chances to see you up close. just tonight he had confirmed his feelings, he was completely and utterly in love with you.

"y/n remember to eat the porridge before it gets cold and drink your medicine with warm water, i'm sorry i disturbed your sleep. i'm going now." the boy stood up getting ready to leave but on his second step, he paused deliberately when a hand latched onto his wrist.

"i'm sorry too.." you sat up from the bed, tears gathering in your own eyelids similar to how the boy looked a while ago.

"w-wait no no don't cry again or else i'll start crying too.." in a split second, gyuvin was sat in front of you and holding your cheeks with both of his large hands as he wiped any tears that fell. the feeling of his warm palms on your icy skin made you melt in his touch.

"gyu i'm sorry i didn't listen to you, it's just that before you came, ricky told me something about you having a crush and it made me really upset so i ended up getting mad at you even though you did nothing wrong. i was scared i was bothering you too much because you always go home with me and you never go home with your other friends even though they ask you to. and whenever i get sick you always skip school like you're doing right now and i feel like i'm in the way of you just because we live beside each other." again you rambled continuously in between your sobs and sniffles, your mouth speaking whatever comes up in your head.

"of course not, i never feel troubled doing all those things for you, hell i'd do anything for you. but wait, why did you get mad when ricky told you i had a crush?" gyuvin stared at you doe-eyed as he waited for your reply.

"cause well.. i guess j like you too." feeling embarrassed, you tried to look everywhere except his eyes but the hands holding onto your cheek made it impossible to do so. eventually you locked eyes with him again, failing to escape the inevitable situation.

your faces were inches away from each other with only the small nightlight and the faint moonlight seeping through the curtains to illuminate the cold room.

after a while of gyuvin processing your words, a silly grin crept onto his lips before enveloping you in a bear-like hug. his arms circle entirely around your torso while his head snuggled into the crook of your neck. you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into the fabric of his hoodie as you both share a comfortable hug.

breaking the hug, gyuvin looked at you when he suddenly remembered what he was originally here for.

"wait, your porridge is already cold now and the water too and you haven't drank your medicine-" you cut him off by a short kiss.

"shut up." you chuckled when gyuvin actually stopped talking, staring at you wide-eyed with his lips parted.

"what? do you want another kiss?"

"is asking really necessary?"

you didn't know where the sudden confidence came from, but you leaned in slightly lifting yourself up to meet his lips again. this time, gyuvin responded to the kiss as he held your cheek, guiding you while it only lasted a few seconds both of you pulled away with faces redder than tomatoes.

"so does this mean we're a thing now?" gyuvin asked, holding both of your hands and swinging them like a kid would.

"yeah, whatever.."

"we're in such a serious situation and you're still saying whatever?"

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it seemed like your headache slowly seeped away the longer you spent time with the brunette. eventually gyuvin forced you to eat the porridge he made although it was a little on the salty side and you ended up staying over at his place, ending the eventful day by watching a horror movie with your boy-friend.

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questionableratatouille00 · 8 months ago

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𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓿𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓐 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Moving to a new place is always a tough time, but the knowing you have a mysterious neighbor doesn’t exactly help.

Warnings: None?

[📞 Series Masterlist 📞]

𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚

“On Friday, April 4th, three helicarriers from the US government affiliated organization known as S.H.I.E.L.D. fell into the Potomac River in Washington, DC. This occurred only thirty minutes after many previously confidential government, S.H.I.E.L.D., and HYDRA documents were leaked onto the internet. With us today we have Mr. Ed Brubaker here to talk more on HYDRA and how…”

It was like the same news story had been playing for the last week.

Your family had immediately urged you to move somewhere else, somewhere safer. You intended to move anyway, but their persistence was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

And so, you packed up your shit and moved.

You were an artist, so there was plenty to pack. You were only partially concerned over your financial situation—most of your art was bought online, so as long as you could mail things, it would be okay.

And, if worst comes to worst, you could always get a job at like, a sandwich shop or something.

“That over there is the barn. Concrete floor, sturdy walls, perfect for tractors and other vehicles and machinery. Right in front of it is the garage—four wheelers and whatever else is good in there. Here’s your main house. All one floor. Four bedrooms.” Mike said as he walked you up the porch to the sliding glass door.

He led you inside the house. “Master bedroom down the hall, master bathroom connected to it. These are your two living rooms, this one has a television. Back room’s got the laundry machines, and plenty of storage. It’s also got the big freezer. One of your bedrooms is connected to it.” Mike explained. “Nearest neighbor is two fields away—nobody but old folks like me live up here. ‘Cept for Mr. Blackwood, I believe. Though, I have no idea how old that gentleman is, I never seen him ‘round here when I was gettin’ this place here ready.” He pondered.

“Mr. Blackwood?” You echoed.

“Yeah. Chris or Charles or Chase or somethin’ like that. Never hear about him in town, didn’t even know he lived in that there house until recently. Either way, there’s the thin tree line separating you.”

“Right,” you nodded. “You are amazing. The place looks great.” You said to the man who��d sold you the house.

“I do my best, ma’am. The pantry’s fully stocked. You asked for fully furnished, and I planned to deliver.”

“You really did—this is absolutely perfect.” You would admit that the way you’d gotten this place on such short notice was a little shady, but you weren’t going to complain.

“Why, thank you.” He smiled. “Radio’s in the master bedroom. WiFi and internet aren’t the greatest back here—always plan like you won’t have it. Power can get rocky during storms, so always make sure you know where your radio is jus’ in case.”

“Right. Got it.”

Mike left a little later, and you got to bringing in boxes. You put the boxes in their designated rooms before beginning to unpack the necessities first. Things like clothes and stuff.

You wondered about Mr. Blackwood. He was your only neighbor for literal miles, so you had to wonder what he was like. Was he old, like Mike had said? Was he around your age, or maybe somewhere in between? Was he nice? Or would he be annoying?

You had other things to think about. Besides, this wasn’t the most important thing at the moment. You got back to unpacking.

The Captain walked through the halls, the sound of his shoes against the floor audibly telling the world that he means business. His blonde hair was slightly messy, as if he’d just been on a mission. His brows were furrowed, his fists clenched at his sides. A woman with red hair rushed to match his pace. She looked equally concerned, but more for him than whatever he was focused on.

The Spy reached out, attempting to put her hand on his shoulder. He paused to let her do so.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she told him. “You thought he was there so you followed your lead. You made all the right calls.” She attempted to soothe him.

“He wasn’t even there. All that time we could’ve been finding him and I was too busy leading everybody the wrong way.” The Captain frowned.

“It’s okay,” she hummed. “We’ll find your guy. We will.”

The Captain nodded as the Spy gently cupped his face.

“Besides,” she said after a moment. “There’s always one person we can ask for help.”

The Captain gave her an unsteady look, one of pure displeasure. Whoever the other person was, the Captain was not fond of him.

A/n: it’s been a long time coming, huh?

Graphics by @saradika-graphics

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes

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junipers-insects · 7 months ago

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I deleted the April fools chapter off of The Lost Light so if if anyone wants it for some ungodly reason I'm putting it here ↓

Dream woke up that morning feeling sick to his stomach as he heard his brother yelling form downstairs

He got out of bed and went up to his mirror.

He then put his long blond hair into a messy bun as his gold orbs stared back at him

"W-wh-w-w-hen will this nightmare (tee hee get it wink~ ;-3 ) END!" (ᗒᗩᗕ)

His dainty body fell to the ground daintily as he cried beautifully beautiful tears of yellow piss coloure

"DREAM!!!!" his abusive alcoholic smoking whore divorced and gross order brother hollered from outside his door

"COME DOWN STAIRS!!!!!!!!!!!!!¡!!"

Dram daintily picked his own tiny petite body up and made his way down the stairs boobily

Then he saw them

At the door stood his mother I meant his brother and outside the door stood...THE ONE DIRECTION BAD SANSES!!!!!

"GO PACK ALL OF YOUR SLUTTY SLUTTY CLOTHES I'M SELLING YOU TO The One Direction Sanses !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Boobiemare said abusively.

" 'ello luv." Said British Cross and the others were there too I guess idk

And uh

Drems heart went doki doki sugoiiiii desu !!! ｡.｡:+*｡.｡:∞♡* (≧▽≦)｡.｡:∞♡*｡.｡:+*

To be continued...

Next up some smut written by a twelve year old that doesn't understand anatomy

#the lost light fic #anna you can read this too it's completely spoiler free

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wheels-of-despair · 1 year ago

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Enough | A Make Up Story | Tom Grant x You | Series Masterlist

Chapter 11: A Hint of Shared Embarrassment Words: 2.8k

The next two days went by in a glorious blur.

April had been overjoyed when you told her that you were going to stick around and help Tom pack for her.

But her enthusiasm didn't come close to how you felt after Tom asked you to stay.

You said goodbye to April and Amelia and walked out of the hospital with Tom's arm around your shoulders, and yours wrapped around his waist. You stopped for a quick lunch that you barely tasted, because you were so fucking happy about a few more days with him, you couldn't focus on anything else.

You picked up a pile of cardboard boxes, stopped by Doug's shop and paid a bill that was much lower than you thought it'd be - it was an easy fix, he's said, he was just waiting on the part - and followed Tom back to the caravan park in your little junk-bucket.

You packed while Tom worked, singing along to his borrowed radio to keep your mind from running wild. Packing April's things - dusting and organizing and wrapping her breakables - was surprisingly relaxing. She was a fascinating person, judging by the things she'd collected over the years; you wished you'd had more time to get to know her. You'd love to know the stories behind her treasures.

But the thing you most looked forward to was when Tom came home from work. You'd fallen into a routine almost immediately; you'd finish up at April's a few minutes before you expected him, and have dinner started by the time he arrived. He was clueless, but eager to help. You loved teaching him almost as much as you loved teasing him.

When you woke on Thursday, peaceful and warm beneath the covers in the hazy morning light, you carefully turned toward Tom. He was lying on his side, facing you with his mouth open, snoring lightly. He was so beautiful, it made you ache.

He moaned quietly, and you closed your eyes, so he wouldn't know that you'd been staring at him. You felt him move and heard him stretch, but didn't open your eyes until he'd settled back in.

Tom had been watching you too.

You smiled at each other with just a hint of shared embarrassment. Did he know you'd started it?

"What's the time," he mumbles, rolling over to look at the clock. He moans and turns back to you with a smirk. "Don't have to be up for half an hour."

"Hmmm," you hum, moving closer and running your hand up his bare chest. "A whole half an hour. What shall we do with our time?"

"I've got a few ideas," he grins. You let your hand slide into his messy morning hair and pull him close for a kiss. You have a few ideas of your own.

Exactly twenty-nine minutes later, Tom is out the door with a peck and a "see you at lunch", and you're on your way back to April's. You threw yourself into your task and quickly lost track of time, wondering about the stories behind the decades-old framed photographs you were dusting and packing into cardboard boxes.

You're folding clothes and marveling at your ability to remember lyrics to songs you haven't heard in a decade when you hear the floor creak behind you. You whip around in a panic and see Tom leaning against the door frame and smirking at you.

"Jesus, Tom!" You clutch your heart. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Not long," he grins. "Ready to take a break?"

You glance at the clock and confirm that it's lunchtime. "Sorry, got in the zone. I meant to have food ready by the time you got home."

"Don't apologize, we'll heat up something together."

You return to Tom's for a quick lunch of leftovers.

"Kyle's coming over later to help me waterproof the window. Supposed to rain tonight."

"Oh no, what if we get rained in? How ever will we entertain ourselves?" you smirk.

Tom grins and takes another bite.

"I'm gonna go wash April's sheets and the clothes from her hamper in a bit," you tell him as he chews. "Want me to throw in a load for you too?"

The air turns heavy, and Tom puts down his fork. You busy yourself with the salt shaker, sensing that you've overstepped.

"You don't have to do that."

"It's bland," you intentionally misunderstand.

"You know what I mean."

You shrug. "I'm going anyway."

"I mean, you don't have to take care of me."

"It's not a big deal, Tom. I have seen your underwear before, you know," you joke. That's right, ease the tension, hope he forgets that you just made it weird.

No such luck.

Tom reaches across the table for your hand. You hesitate. He flattens his palm and wiggles his fingers until you place your hand in his. When you finally dare to look up at him, you see pity in those big brown eyes.

"You're here because I want you to be. You don't have to earn your keep."

Your heart suddenly feels like it's made of lead. How does he see right through you like this? This is exactly what you did with Jade. You took care of her without question or complaint, hoping that she'd eventually see the value in keeping you around. Like an absolute fucking idiot. Perhaps it's time to revisit that get-eaten-by-shark idea.

You blink back tears, swallow the lump in your throat, and somehow manage a fraction of a nod. He squeezes your hand.

"I'm making you dinner tonight," he states, letting your hand go.

"Is it gonna be spaghetti or spaghetti?" you ask, hoping to laugh your way out of your shame.

"Oh, fuck off," he laughs, digging back into his lunch. You smile and start picking at yours again too. The tension doesn't take long to dissipate. Things felt almost normal by the time you finished eating.

But you left the dirty dishes in the sink when Tom went back to work anyway, just to prove a point.

You returned to April's and continued packing until you heard hammering nearby. You went to the kitchen window and spent a few minutes watching Tom and Kyle working on the plywood-covered hole. Tom had broken a sweat and shed his jacket. He and Kyle worked well together; no sniping, no nasty looks, no fighting like with Kai. You couldn't make out their words, but you could hear their laughs. You had to drag yourself away from the window and back to the box of figurines that needed to be sealed and labeled.

You tried your best to stop your thoughts from wandering back to the boy next door as you worked, but didn't have much luck. When he finally appeared, leaning against the doorframe in his sweaty t-shirt, it was all you could do not to maul him on the spot.

"Clouds are starting to roll in. You wanna call it a day?"

Words. Use your words. "Yeah."

"I'm gonna go jump in the shower, I won't be but a minute. Then I'll make dinner." He turns to leave, but you can't let it happen. You need him. Now.

"Wait."

He looks back at you expectantly. Your words have escaped you again, so you close the distance and pull him in for a kiss. He moans into your mouth, and you nearly lose it on the spot. Sorry, April's house.

The hand that's not in his hair traces his belt buckle, and he jumps as if you've given him an electric shock.

"I, uh," he licks his lips, "I'm all sweaty. Let me go shower."

"No." You step closer and suck at his salty neck, and wonder if he's going to collapse in your arms.

"Really, you don't want me all dirty like this, I'll only be a minute, I promise." The waver in his voice is entirely unconvincing.

You pull back and give him a hard look. His breath catches.

"Alright, Tom. If you really want to shower first, you can shower first." He swallows. You come in closer and speak quietly. "I'm going to finish up here. I want you waiting for me on the bed in five minutes… in nothing but a towel."

Tom's eyes widen. He nods, then turns and scrambles out the door. You didn't go to the window to watch, but you're fairly certain he ran across the yard to get home. You smile to yourself and look at the clock on April's kitchen wall. You move through the house slowly and start turning off lights, making sure to give him enough time.

When four and a half minutes are up, you lock her door and walk through the yard and back to Tom's.

He's waiting for you on the edge of the bed, in nothing but a towel, just as he'd been instructed. Droplets of water fall from his hair to his shoulders and roll down his chest. He's fucking perfect.

You stand between his legs and let him nuzzle his face into your stomach for a moment, raking your fingers through his wet hair. His palms remain on the bed, as if he were waiting for permission to touch you. You don't give it. Your hands eventually drift to his shoulders, and gently push him back onto the mattress. He watches you with wide eyes and shallow breaths. You could've told him to do anything in that moment, and he would've done it.

Instead, you sink to your knees on the floor between his legs and slowly peel away the towel. He's trembling.

"Tom? Are you alright?"

"Mhm."

"Do you want this?"

"Fuck yeah," he puffs. You start at his knee and kiss a slow trail up the inside of his thigh. When you look up at him, he's already clutching a fistful of the blanket in each hand. He's so hard, you can't bear to torture him much longer. You place your hands on his hips and give them a squeeze, to let him know what's coming.

When you take him in your mouth, he whimpers.

When your fist closes around his base, he moans.

When you start to pump him, he gasps.

When you swirl your tongue around his head, he erupts with a strangled cry.

You swallow him down and rest your chin on his thigh while you wait for his body to stop quivering.

He's so fucking beautiful.

"Fuck," he finally breathes, still panting.

"You alright?" you ask from between his legs with a smirk.

"C'mere," he mumbles, reaching his hands toward you blindly, not having the energy to lift his head and look at you.

You crawl up onto the bed and lie on your side next to him, propping your head up on your palm so you can keep watching him. He turns to his side and buries his face in your chest, pulling you to him with an arm around your back. You smile and kiss the top of his head, then twist yourself so that you're lying on your back and he's nearly on top of you. You stroke up and down his spine as his breathing evens out.

Eventually, Tom pulls his head away from your chest, with your shirt between his teeth. He lets it go with a devious grin.

"You're wearing far too many clothes right now."

"I guess you should probably help me out of them, then."

Tom Grant doesn't need to be told twice.

Two hours and several rounds later, you've both worked up a sweat.

"Good thing you took a shower beforehand, huh?" you tease.

"That's alright," he smiles. "Now we can take a fun one."

"Oh?"

"C'mon," he grins, rising out of bed and extending a hand to you. You don't take it.

"Tom, your tiny little shower cannot hold two people."

"Bet it can."

"Bet it can't."

"What do you want to bet?"

"Hm… if there's room for you to rock my world, then you must do so. But if there's not, you let me shower in peace while you go make dinner."

"Deal. Up." He reaches forward and grabs your hands, pulling you from the bed and into the tiny bathroom. Tom turns the water on, and gestures for you to enter the comically small shower stall. You step in, turn around, and cross your arms. He grins and follows.

"Oh, look. We both fit. I win." You roll your eyes and move half a step so that your back touches the wall. "Alright, if you put your leg here…"

The events that followed were awkward, slippery, and full of laughter. Knees and elbows were banged on walls, eyes were blinded with water, and one leg cramp threatened to ruin eveything. But Tom held up his end of the bargain, and you both returned to the bedroom happy, triumphant, and slightly less sweaty.

"Wait, which one of us is making dinner?" Tom asks, slipping into a pair of sweats.

"Doesn't matter, there's a pizza crammed in there somewhere, all we have to do is unwrap it and toss it in the oven."

"Oh yeah?" Tom asks, standing behind you as you wiggle your underwear up over your damp hips. His head dips to place a kiss on your neck, his arms circle you… then he throws you onto the bed.

"I'll make dinner!" he yells as he bounds into the kitchen.

You laugh, roll over, and get up to follow him. You pull a shirt over your head and step into the kitchen as he opens the pizza box.

"Don't hurt yourself with all that work, Tom," you warn, playfully snapping the waistband of his sweats as you pass him. He yelps, reaches out to smack your ass, and misses. You turn around and stick your tongue out, then proceed to the living room. You plop yourself on the sofa, lacing your fingers behind your head and crossing your ankles as you watch Tom go through the grueling task of putting a frozen pizza in the oven.

When he lets the oven door slam shut, he takes a run at you. You curl into a defensive ball and squeal, and he attacks. With kisses. He hovers over you on all fours and kisses every bit of skin he can reach.

Once you realize your life is not in peril, you stretch out beneath him and wait for him to find your mouth. He does, gradually stretching his body out over yours. You stay just like that, kissing lazily, until the oven timer dings.

"Dinner's ready," he whispers, still centimeters from your face. "I slaved all day."

"Better go get it out of the oven then," you said with a kiss to the tip of his nose. "Wouldn't want all that hard work to be for naught."

You grin at each other and reluctantly leave the sofa. The rain had started at some point, but you didn't notice until you sat down at the table.

The pizza is quite good for something that you only grabbed because it was on sale. Or maybe it was the company that made it seem that way.

The rain picked up as you ate, and the thunder began. You decided to forego dishes for the night, lest someone get electrocuted. Tom turned off the lights and opened the curtains so you could watch the storm, and you settled in on the sofa together.

You lay there for hours, talking about everything and nothing and tracing lazy patterns on each other's skin and wishing this night would never end.

"Why is it so easy with you?" you wonder aloud, as sleep draws nearer.

"What's easy?" Tom mumbles. His question sets your brain on fire.

Everything was easy with Tom.

When you were with him, you didn't feel pressure to be faster or more efficient, like at work. Or to be more interesting or social, like at home. Or to be charming and entertaining, like with Jade. You always felt like you needed to put in just a little more effort. Do more. Be better. Try a little harder. And you did. You tried, all the time.

But what was the point? Did it result in a promotion? A flatmate who thought of you as a person? Jade wanting to keep you?

Tom didn't ask anything of you. He didn't expect anything. You were simply two people lying on a sofa inside a creaky caravan, watching the lightning and listening to the rain pound on the tin roof.

For the first time in your life, you felt like you could just… BE. Like you were enough. The realization brought tears to your eyes.

"Everything," you breathe.

Tom responds with a soft snore. You let out a quiet laugh, nuzzle into him, and let the sound of the pouring rain lull you to sleep.

#writings of despair #tom grant is enough #tom grant #tom grant x you #tom grant x reader

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roalinda · 2 years ago

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contribution to @prongsfoot-microfic

Let's pretend it's still April 🙏

April 20 - Lovesick

It was raining when they first kissed.

They were in the Potter manor greenhouse, working on their Christmas herbology assignment. It was foggy and cold outside, yet the lull of heat enchantments kept them warm inside, soft magic and mellow aroma of exotic flowers buzzing in their core.

Sirius didn't know how it happened. Maybe it was the soothing way James kept whistling while working on mandrakes or maybe it was the magic of colourful roses climbing against the alcove, charming more courage into his Gryffindor heart.

He remembered James winking at him before offering a lopsided grin, reaching out his muddy hands like a needy toddler in search of contact and who was Sirius to deny him?

He let James pull him close. He let James' succulent lips devour his heart, shamelessly yearning for more. He let James to be his dementor, his personal monster who sucked his soul and locked it away in a cage.

He let James be his downfall.

James smiled at him adoringly, like a dazed artist at his muse. "Beloved…my beloved star," he whispered before putting a red camellia in his hair and planting the seed in Sirius' heart.

****

It was raining when they first made love.

He blamed it on alcohol for it was so wretched of them to be carnally intimate in less than a month after James' parents' passing. They had no right to kiss like starved animals, biting and scratching each other raw. It was so wrong of them to combine wine and sin, drunk on grief.

Thunder roared outside and they rolled between silk and satin, heartbeat against heartbeat, skin against skin. James obscenely offered himself and Sirius selfishly took him, painting him black and blue with his teeth and savouring his broken moans. He pulled his hair and took him relentlessly, shedding tears at the same, mourning the loss in their own twisted way.

James looked numb and blissed out after, staring at nowhere with unfocused eyes, blindly reaching out and searching for him in something akin to desperation. Sirius grabbed his hand softly, kissing it tenderly. James shuddered and Sirius realised that he was weeping as well, whimpering pathetically.

"Never leave me beloved…my beloved star…" he sobbed and his grip on Sirius' hand tightened

It was nothing but comfort sex.

The seed started to germinate.

****

It was raining when James first told him Lily had accepted his proposal.

Sirius was not surprised, not really. He didn't look up from the astronomy chart he was working on. Tonight, the sun and Sirius were dysfunctional, bursting and burning more energy than ever. He kept writing, complicated formulas splashing against the paper in the form of finest ink and elegant charts.

James looked as if he was given the world, as if he was floating in another dimension. He kept giggling to himself like a child and babbled on and on about how he wanted to make everything special for Lily, how he loved her.

"Stop with those boring stars and listen to me, " James snapped grumpily and crossed his arms. "It's my love life we are talking about!"

'What about me?' Sirius wanted to ask but all he did was offer a dim smile.

"Yes, stars are boring," he said quietly. "Congratulations."

The roots started to spread.

****

It was raining when he left James.

There was no point in staying, not when Lily wanted to move in. Their messy living room was now neat courtesy of Lily's spells and he hated the crystal flower vase on the dining table, filled with fresh lilies and the way James kept swooning over it.

It was easy to leave unnoticed by James. He was busy with his wedding plans after all. He didn't pack anything. It was just him, his leather jacket and his precious bike as he walked out of the flat and out of James' life with a heavy heart.

He was just an easy fuck to james, a safety net when he needed it. He was not appreciated, not in a way he longed to be. James loved him, of course he did, but that was not what he wanted.

He was a failure, an envious man who had let himself to believe there could be more than benefits in this mirage, something like romance.

The roots wrapped themselves around his heart steadily.

….

It was raining again.

Sirius knew he was dying. His body was long ruined, nothing but a vessel, a rich soil for camellias to bloom and roses to grow. His lungs were filled with petals and thorns were wrapped around his heart, a constant pain to remind him of a lover that was not his.

His magic was gone and his lungs had collapsed. Without Regulus' magic he would have been long dead. He didn't care. He didn't have the strength to argue with his brother. His time was limited, he could sense it. Camellias had bloomed in his once beautiful grey eyes today, using his tears as water and long lashes as a fancy flower pot for the world to see his misery.

Hanahaki was not pretty, it was a curse, an ugly disease. He already looked like a decaying corpse in an unknown forest, wrapped in wild flowers, forgotten and torn.

Tears and petals fell from his eyes and he coughed, blooms sloshing in his lungs painfully. Blood ran down his lips and camellias exploded through his veins, destroying his heart. He reached out blindly, searching for something to grab on, for someone to hold on to.

He dreamed of James and his selfish desire for him, of his unwavering love. On and off…he dreamed and faded.

Someone grabbed his lifeless hand and caressed his sweaty hair. It felt like James. What a sweet dream, of James being here with him instead of being with Lily.

"Beloved…" he heaved. Fever and hallucinations were taking over.

"Beloved…my beloved star…" a distant voice was calling out to him.

"I'm sorry love. I am sorry. I was blind…I was stupid." The voice sounded like James.

Delusions were painful, yet Sirius let himself to believe. Maybe he could pass on in peace. He struggled with more coughs, petals and blood falling from his lips. Breathing was hard now.

"Beloved…don't reject me…believe me…"

In the back of his mind, Sirius could hear heartbreaking sobs. They were frantic yet they lulled Sirius to sleep like the most pleasant lullabies.

He always loved James' voice.

****

It was sunny when he opened his eyes.

There were no flowers in his eyes anymore. They had withered and his sight was back, as sharp as ever. There was air in his lungs now without magic stabilising him and the horrible pain was gone.

He looked around, confused.

James…James was there by his side, glasses askew and hair messier than ever. He looked haggard and awful as if he had aged a century, as if he was the one with the Hanahaki.

The moment he saw Sirius, he didn't hesitate. He pulled him close, kissing him frantically, touching his face with shaky hands to assure himself this was not a dream.

"Give me another chance. Please let me love you " he begged brokenly before Sirius could even open his mouth, shamelessly crying.

Sirius smiled tiredly, nodding against his chest. He had missed James' warmth. "Don't mess up this time," he said simply,

and James didn't.

#Prongsfoot #Prongsfoot microfic #James potter #Sirius black

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elsewheregremlin · 8 months ago

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April Fools!

It’s 4/1 and I managed to write a tiny fic for the fandom! Unbeta-ed and probably extremely messy, but I hope it can make a few people laugh.

Enjoy!

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When 00s prank each other on April first, they always choose the silliest and most harmless method. It was only practical, since any serious attempt at going after another double-oh usually leads to death and destruction.

Thus, harmless shenanigans. And only for those who weren’t on active missions, and no retaliation allowed until next year.

Last year, all of 007’s suits were replaced with hot pink monstrosities decorated with sequins. 001 and 005’s electronic devices belt out “Baby Shark” at the oddest intervals. 009’s car was covered top to bottom in Angry Birds stickers. 008’s shoes and socks were all missing the right leg. 004’s fridge was looted and filled with her least favorite flavor of ice cream.

This year, they decided to officially welcome Mallory into the fold, starting the day with replacing his stash of expensive alcohol with soda.

Q, formally left out of the fray because the pack of hyenas were rightfully terrified of him, snickered while M bemoaned why the nine of them couldn’t devote this kind of careful planing to missions.

“They spend a full year planning this kind of stuff, sir. Can’t do that on active missions.”

Hiding a grin behind his mug, Q idly switched between different monitoring devices, getting a sense of what was in store this time.

Bond was hiding out in Q’s office, giggling menacingly over a pot of unidentifiable goop. Q had no idea what or who it was for, but it couldn’t be very dignified judging by the color and consistency of the goop.

He raised an eyebrow when he spotted Trevelyan consorting with one of his own minions, and decided to listen in.

His thoughts crashed when he heard the words.

“—this can hold 007 long enough for the Quartermaster to get to him. Good enough for you, 006?”

“Darling, we shall have a spring wedding. I can’t wait to see Q’s face when he saw the present we got for him.”

With a kiss on the minions cheek, Trevelyan left Q-Branch with a package under his arm and a smirk on his face.

Q put down his mug to ponder this for a moment, and then decided there was no need for worrying.

After all, while the rules forbade them from aiming the pranks at Q, this was clearly a gift.

This might just be the best April Fool’s day he had.

#mine #my fic #00q

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jerzwriter · 2 years ago

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Choosing You

This is in response to this ask. How is Kaycee, a bonafide Swiftie, coping with the sad news? And how is Ethan coping with Kaycee?

Book: Open Heart Post Series

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Kaycee)

Rating: Teen

Words: 1,200

Category: Fluff

A/N: Participating in @aprilchallenge Music, Hug, Love

I did this really quickly without a lot of time to check it, be kind. lol

It almost hit sixty today. For April in Boston? A virtual heatwave! So it made perfect sense that the Esplanade was packed with people, Ethan Ramsey being one of them.

Unlike most others, he jogged there daily, regardless of weather conditions. Because of that, he tended to be a bit territorial. But spring fever must have caught him, too. He had yet to utter a single curse, and he hadn’t once fantasized about frightening away the slowpokes who stepped in front of him. It was an unusual feeling, and only one thing would have made the day better… if Kaycee had joined him. But despite the beautiful weather, her mood didn’t seem as bright, so she chose to remain home.

She was shuffling into the living room when she heard his key in the door. Ethan could tell that her mood hadn’t improved with just a glance. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun, and her ratty old NYU sweats adorned her body. He knew her “comfort food look” and, boy, if this was ever it.

She barely glanced up at him as he stepped into the room, her eyes only shifting when he tossed a small paper bag onto the coffee table before her.

“What’s this?” she asked glumly.

But her fiance merely smirked and walked away, returning moments later with two spoons in hand.

“Cherry Garcia,” he replied, and the slightest of smiles began to show on the corners of her lips.

“Fro yo?”

“Nope,” he grinned. “Ice cream! The good stuff!”

He clanged his spoon against hers as if it were a toast, then ripped the lid off the pint. Both spoons dug into the frozen delight at once.

“Mmm,” Kaycee hummed as the chocolate and cherry flavors burst on her tongue. “This is just what the doctor ordered!”

“Well, I am a doctor,” Ethan deadpanned, “and I did order it, so….”

Finally, what his heart had hoped the ice cream would help accomplish... a smile.

“You’re such a cornball,” she snickered, plunging her spoon back into the container for another scoop. “How’d ya know what I need?” she asked with a full mouth.

“Wow! I almost understood that,” he smiled, bopping Kaycee on the nose with his spoon. “I’ve paid attention to you the past few years… I know when ice cream is required. And… I know when that ice cream needs to be Cherry Garcia.”

“It was go big or go home, I see?” Kaycee chuckled. “Good call.”

Ethan threw his arm around her shoulder, taking in the scent of her lavender shampoo as he pulled her in close. She was happy to be in his arms but even happier because she had the remaining ice cream in hers.

“So, when were you going to break it to me?” He asked as Kaycee looked up at him with questioning eyes. “Don’t give me that look. I already know.”

“How’d you find out?”

“It’s sort of all over the news,” Ethan replied, “Plus, I believe a group of young women on the Esplanade were holding a memorial service.”

“Shit!” She snapped. “I knew I should have gone along with you!”

“I take it you had a eulogy planned?”

“No,” she frowned. “I had a toast ready for the engagement party… not this.”

“Uhm, for their engagement party or ours, dear?”

“Ethan!” She shoved him gently. “It’s too early for jokes.”

“Fine,” he chuckled. “But seriously, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you’d think I was being ridiculous.”

“Slightly,” he agreed. “But you think I’m being ridiculous at least eighty percent of the time, and you still seem to love me?”

“It’s ninety.”

“What?”

“I think you’re being ridiculous about ninety percent of the time, but I love you one hundred percent.”

“That’s good to know… I think.”

“Ethan!” she whined. “I’m so sad! Taylor and Joe were the cutest couple. How do you go from an album like Midnights… to this!”

“I don’t know,” he scratched his head. “Although I think You’re on Your Own, Kid may have been an Easter Egg.”

Kaycee looked up at him with amusement. While she hadn’t decided if it was appropriate yet, given the solemn occasion, she allowed herself to burst into laughter.

“Ethan Jonah Ramsey! You know what an Easter Egg is?”

“Sure, you said you wanted to dye some later… it is Easter, after all.”

“You’re funny, but the song reference! You know, she wrote that one with Jack Antonoff. But it could still be a clue. I’m looking at things through different eyes now… was Midnight Rain telling us something? I don’t know, maybe it was, I just think....”

“Kaycee…” he interrupted.

“Yes?”

“You need to slow down. I gave you the one song reference I had…, and I overheard the term Easter Egg at the mourning service, and I wanted to impress you. But if it’s time for the deep dive into recent song lyrics… I think Sienna may be your go-to.”

“You’re right,” she nodded with a smile, “but you have no idea how much I appreciate your effort.”

Her face turned glum again, and her eyes fell toward the melting treat in her hands.

“It’s sad, though,” she whispered. “I hate seeing love end… how do we… no….”

Ethan caressed her cheek, lifting her chin to face him.

“What did you want to say?”

“How do we know that won’t happen to us? No one ever thinks it will happen to them. Most people in love… they think it will be forever, and the truth is, for most, it’s not.”

“Come here,” he whispered. He took the ice cream from Kaycee’s hands and placed it on the table, then pulled her onto his lap. “I don’t think we can choose who we fall in love with,” he smiled. “Sometimes pain in the ass interns just walk into our lives, and we can’t help but give them our hearts.”

“Don’t you hate it when that happens,” she teased.

“May I finish?”

“Of course.”

“I don’t think we can help who we fall in love with, but I believe we can choose to stay in love. Love, relationships… marriage… it’s like anything else. All I know is every morning when I wake up, I choose to be with you, and I will keep making that choice. I don’t think marriages are always easy; I’m sure there will be hard times ahead, but as long as we wake up every day and choose in our hearts to be together… I have no doubt we’ll be OK.”

Kayee ran her fingers through his hair, tears welling in her eyes.

“Ethan,” she muttered. “When did you become this sweet?”

“I think you had something to do with it,” he grinned. “You and probably all of Taylor’s lyrics that are swimming around in my brain now, whether I like it or not.”

“You like it!” she giggled.

“I like anything that comes along with you.”

She placed a quick peck on his lips and then another. The next few moments were spent silently reminding her just how loved she was. Then, when the last kiss broke, he looked into her eyes.

“I love you…. but you need to analyze every song on her last album now, don’t you?”

Kaycee eyed the clock and nodded. “I do. I absolutely do. Sienna is off shift in five minutes.”

“Invite her over,” Ethan said, gently nudging Casey off his lap. “I’ll start dinner for the three of us.”

“You… you don’t mind?”

“Not at all. I choose to be with you… this craziness and all.”

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