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Covering the Classics Part 2 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Anna knows her new coworkers want her to meet their friend Bob. But she's too hesitant, afraid to get herself in a situation where she's pining after someone new. During a spur of the moment shopping trip, Bob is delighted to bump into a woman he can only describe as adorable. Too bad he's never been great at the follow through.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, eventually 18+

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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By the end of her first week teaching, Anna had learned many things, almost like she was a student herself. That nice, secluded ladies' restroom she found was secluded because one of the toilets regularly overflowed. The coffee in the teacher's lounge was actually disgusting, but the donuts were available every day. And Dr. Pham from the sociology department asked her out three times on Thursday, apparently because she wore her hair in two braids like Princess Anna from Frozen, a mistake she wouldn't be making again.

And she was so tired. She started to lose her voice on Friday morning from how much she had to talk in her lectures. She took the wrong notes to class with her and had to improvise an hour long class on Emily Dickinson, because she was too afraid to give one of her students the keys to her office door. So she sweated it out, but managed to sound somewhat coherent as she dismissed her class at noon.

She pressed her lips together. If she ran to get her sandwich and peanuts really quickly, she could join her new friends by the weird tree. After two days of joining them for lunch, she really liked both of them. She just didn't want to get their hopes up about their friend Bob whom she was supposedly perfect for.

Anna wasn't perfect for anybody. And frankly this Bob guy sounded like a dreamboat, which just made it worse. He'd probably laugh after taking one look at her, and if she opened her mouth and tried to talk to him, he'd run away scared. She already turned down their invitation to go to the Navy hangout bar on Saturday night, citing that she was too exhausted. But it was really because she needed to stand firm with herself and do everything she could to protect her feelings from now on.

After another few seconds of contemplation, she went to her office and got her lunch before heading to the quad. But today it was just Jessica there eating lasagna and garlic bread from a plastic container while Anna's stomach growled in jealousy.

"Hi," she greeted after she chewed up a bite of her perfect looking lunch. "It's just us today. Dr. Rosenthal apparently had a bunch of questions about the math curriculum and took Advanced Calculus out for a long working lunch at Covewood."

Anna had barely been in the city for more than two weeks, but even she had heard of Covewood. "That's a five star restaurant. A romantic date night hot spot."

"Mmhmm," Jessica agreed as she sunk her perfect teeth into the garlic bread.

Anna realized her own experience was fueling her next sentences, but she said them anyway. "Isn't she married? Her husband is okay with that?" she asked softly.

Advanced Physics burst into laughter. "Bradley loves Dr. Rosenthal. He's in his seventies, and he's one of the sweetest people at the school. They have him over for dinner sometimes. He actually did my tenure review."

"Oh," Anna replied, embarrassed that she could hardly relate to someone who trusted their spouse. "That actually sounds really nice."

"Hey, are you sure you don't want to come out tomorrow night? No pressure. I just think you'd have a fun time. The guys are all sweethearts."

Anna looked down at herself and her sad sandwich. She didn't even have money to spare for a beer that she would probably drink half of before she wanted to leave. And it didn't matter if the guys were sweet, she knew her two new friends would be champing at the bit to see how she and this Bob person interacted. "Not this weekend," she replied. "Maybe another night."

Instead of socializing, she spent her Saturday window shopping in North Park. She had a budget of exactly zero dollars, but she could entertain herself for hours this way. She gasped when she found a two story bookshop that claimed it contained new and used and rare finds, and she ran across the street to get to it.

It was darker and quieter inside than the sunlit, traffic filled streets, and when Anna took a deep breath, it reminded her of a cozy library. The clerk behind the register waved instead of speaking, so really, it just kept getting better. When she noticed the wooden sign on the wall informing her that The Classics were upstairs, she made her way up the creaky steps to a loft area with row after row of tall shelves.

"Perfect," she muttered, walking to the end of the open space and turning down the last tight row of bookshelves. She wasn't alone, but the only other occupant was a tall, slim man with broad shoulders and tidy, sandy colored hair. He seemed to be so absorbed by what he was reading, he didn't look up when Anna reached for an enormous copy of Shakespeare plays.

She almost moaned out loud; it was annotated and contained every play she had to teach in her Thursday morning English 300 class. It was well worn, and the cover felt nice in her hands. Shit. Of course it was seventy bucks. That was more than she spent on groceries last week. Maybe she could expense it to the department? She should probably know how to do that. Maybe she could text one of her new friends and ask if that was allowed.

But she slid the book back into place as a Vonnegut she didn't yet own caught her eye. She reached out for it with a steady hand, but as soon as her fingertips met the spine, a much larger hand, complete with graceful yet calloused fingers, wrapped around hers. Everything suddenly smelled clean like soap and also intriguingly like tea leaves. And then she heard a voice next to her ear that made her bite down on her lip as a ripple of pleasure teased her spine.

"Oh. I'm so sorry."

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Bob had never been to this store before, and he wasn't really planning on stopping by today, but Mickey dragged him in and then ditched him for the children's section at the back of the store. Bob looked around downstairs, but as a poetry fan, he found that section to be seriously lacking, so he headed up to the loft instead.

He considered himself well-read until he realized how many classic novels he'd never even heard of before. And they all sounded really depressing. Which was kind of the point, he supposed, but if he was going to get something new to read, he was in the mood for a more upbeat story. Maybe a romance or a European adventure he could get lost in. Maybe a sweeping, romantic tale where the nice guy gets the girl for once.

After several tries, he still wasn't finding anything close to what he was hoping for. As he re-shevled The Bell Jar, he decided to just reach for a book at random. Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut? Maybe that would be more his speed. But when he reached for it, his fingers wrapped around a soft hand complete with glossy, burgundy fingernails instead of the actual book. He jumped an inch in the air, because he hadn't even been aware anyone else was in the aisle with him, let alone a woman who smelled like sweet perfume.

"Oh. I'm so sorry," he stammered, already mortified. Then she turned to look at him over her shoulder, and he wanted to jump off the loft railing and run out the shop door. There was only one word to accurately describe her: adorable. She had dark red hair done up in a messy braid, big brown eyes, and a smattering of freckles across her nose. "Oh."

"It's okay," she replied softly as she tried to hand him the book. "You can have it."

He shook his head, completely distracted, as he kept finding more things about her face that he liked. A grin curled along his lips as he said, "No, it's all yours. Really. I was just looking for something new to read."

She glanced down at the cover and then back at his face, and maybe he was imagining things, but it looked like she was blushing a bit. "Wow. I wasn't really expecting anyone else to be interested in reading a sarcastic take on global destruction on a sunny Saturday afternoon."

His eyebrows shot up. "Is that what it's about?"

Her laughter was also adorable. "Yeah, I mean... it's Vonnegut," she said with a bit of an eye roll. Oh no. She knew what she was talking about, and he kind of didn't. He was probably about to sound like an idiot.

Bob cleared his throat and pointed at a random spine to buy himself time. "What's this one about?"

She cocked her head slightly to the side and said, "Two murders and a kidnapping."

"Oh," he said with a little laugh. "No thanks. How about this one?"

He wasn't even looking at the books now at all, preferring to watch her facial expression change as she checked another title. "Oh, that one's good. Also about murder."

He chuckled and pointed at another. "This one?"

She smirked and looked up at him. "Jealousy, rage, hatred, and also a lot of murder."

"Wow," Bob replied with what he was sure was a stupid looking smile. "I was hoping for something a little tamer? Perhaps less murder-y? Maybe I should go down and look in the children's section?" He jerked his thumb over his shoulder and listened to her laugh again.

"I could recommend a few books with little to no murder. Maybe even a happy ending," she told him, and he watched as she pushed her braid over her shoulder.

"I'll believe it when I see it," he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. To his shock and amazement, her gaze followed his movement, and her blush returned.

When her tongue darted out between her lips, Bob could feel his heart beating in his temples. Her brown eyes drifted back up to his face, and he wondered if this was how Jake or Bradley used to feel when girls paid attention to them at the bar. It was decidedly really exciting.

He was going to be bold like his friends. He was going to ask her for her number. Maybe he'd see if she wanted to help him shop for some books, and he could buy her that horrible Vonnegut that she wanted, and then he'd ask her very nicely for her number.

"Floyd!"

Bob watched you jump as Mickey's voice echoed through the store.

"Floyd! Let's go!"

"S-Sorry," Bob muttered, stepping past her and heading for the loft railing. "Just... hang on for one second?"

As soon as Mickey looked up and saw him, he said, "We gotta go, man. I got some books for my nephews, but we'll be late to grab a drink before D&D if we don't leave now. You know how she gets when we're late." He was shaking a bag of books and heading for the door.

Bob did know for a fact that Jessica got annoyed when they showed up late because they got hungry or distracted on the way to The Hard Deck. "Just give me a minute," he told Mickey, but he was already outside.

He swiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and turned around to find the aisle empty. Oh no. He checked the next row of shelves, and the next, and the next, until he got all the way to the stairs, but the adorable redhead was nowhere to be found. And he had no idea what her name was.

"Hello?" he called out softly, checking each aisle again until he was back where he started. Bob might have believed that he imagined the whole entire exchange with an attractive woman, except that there was one book propped up against the others right where he and she had been standing.

"A Room With a View by E. M. Forster," he mumbled as he picked it up and turned it over in his hands. He glanced around again, but she was well and truly gone, leaving nothing except for what seemed like a book recommendation.

"Floyd!"

Bob sighed and tipped his head back in frustration. "Coming!"

He descended the stairs slowly, head swiveling in every direction, searching for brown eyes and a braid while he held the book. Gone. He paid for A Room With a View and headed outside to find Mickey looking quite annoyed. What he didn't see was the mystery girl watching him from the far end of the loft.

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"She was real," Bob insisted as he held his glass of ginger ale a little tighter. "Just because you were too busy yelling doesn't mean I made her up in my mind. She had red hair and brown eyes."

Mickey gave him a skeptical look. "That's actually a really rare combination. And I know for a fact you happen to have an excellent imagination, my friend."

Bob cradled his forehead in his hand. "Why didn't I ask for her name and number?" Then he paused. "You know what? It doesn't even matter. There's no way she would have agreed to give it to me."

He thought about the book he bought sitting on the front seat of his truck next to his dice bag and character sheet, and he considered just going home for the night. Maybe he could start to read the book. Maybe he'd feel like writing.

Then he felt an arm slip around his waist. "Hi, Jessica," he said as he blushed when he looked down at Jake's petite girlfriend. A second later, Bradley's wife was next to him as well, and Bob realized they were wearing matching smirks.

"Hey, Bob," Jessica replied, giving him a little squeeze. "We were just wondering if you happened to like redheads."

Mickey snickered before he tipped his beer bottle back and finished the drink. "He loves them. Daydreams about them."

Bob shot him a withering look. "She was real."

"Who was real?" Bradley's wife asked as her husband came up behind her and set his chin on her shoulder. Great, now he was going to have a full audience of people informed about his embarrassing afternoon of not even knowing how to ask a woman what her name was.

"There was a cute girl at the bookstore in North Park earlier," he muttered. "She had red hair, and I fumbled the ball."

Bradley chuckled. "You know what your problem is, right? You're too nice. Sugar met me when I was an absolute fuckboy, and she fell hard."

"I've been having a decade long lapse of judgement," she replied, and Bradley kissed her neck. "Don't listen to him, Bob. Girls love nice guys."

But Bob knew they didn't. Even the woman from the bookstore dodged him after approximately five minutes of flirting. If you could even call that flirting. He finished his ginger ale, and said, "We need to go. It's almost time for D&D. I'll drive."

Mickey nodded and said, "I'm ready." He could probably tell Bob had reached his limit with this conversation. His friend may be an extrovert to the extreme, but he was good at recognizing when Bob needed a break.

Jessica nodded as well and patted him on the chest before she pranced off into Jake's open arms. They shared the most adorable looking kisses before Jake straightened out her glasses and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Have her home by midnight, Bob!" he called as he released her.

Bob nodded wishing there was someone besides the elderly woman who lived in the duplex next to him that cared if he was out past midnight or not. Even though he always looked forward to playing Dungeons & Dragons, he kind of wanted to head home and call it an early night. Nothing sounded as good as sending an email to Nat before reading his new book. But he would wait until later, and maybe he would even be in the mood to get his laptop out.

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Anna went back to her studio apartment empty handed. Well, that wasn't quite true. She didn't buy any books, but she did splurge on a six dollar bottle of wine which would probably taste disgusting. She just hoped it would help her sleep through the night after reading some sad poetry and eating a piece of toast for dinner.

That guy from the bookstore was going to linger in her mind for a long time whether she wanted him to or not. She was more attracted to him after five minutes in his presence than she was to Kevin at any point in the past five years. And if she was going to start thinking about Kevin, she was probably going to cry.

The toast was good, but the wine was bad. And she did cry a little bit. She was never going to get attached to the idea of being in a relationship ever again. She was never going to have herself that level of intimacy just to have it ripped away. She wouldn't allow it. Relying on herself would have to be enough. Handsome strangers with muscular, veiny arms and cute glasses who made her laugh were not part of the plan. That's why she ducked behind the end cap after she left him a book she thought he might like. She watched him buy it for himself, which left her almost breathless. If she allowed herself to, she could picture him sitting in a coffee shop sipping some tea and reading that book.

"Enough," she whispered, vision a little sloppy from the wine. She opened up the website called PoetsAmongUs, read a bookmarked collection about how good it would feel to be loved completely, and passed out.

The realization that she was going to have to spend all of Sunday afternoon getting ready for the week was made slightly easier by the fact that she only had four hundred square feet of space to clean. And then she thought about the beautiful home she once had in New Jersey, and she had to finish the bottle of wine to help her get through her notes on The Great Gatsby.

She was still thinking about that hot guy with the glasses on Monday when she grabbed a donut from the teacher's lounge. Indulging in a little fantasy here and there about being loved and cared for wouldn't be so bad. And putting his face to it just made it even sexier. When she wasn't teaching, she let her mind wander to some possibilities that would never happen again. Pretty eyes, lean muscles, soft looking hair, pink cheeks. He probably had nice friends, too. He probably never cheated on anything in his life.

"Hey, Anna? Are you alright?"

She looked up from her bag of peanuts and realized she'd been so deep in thought, she wasn't paying attention to the lunch conversation. "I'm sorry," she replied, fighting the urge to groan. She wasn't very good at this stuff and should have probably just eaten lunch in her office like she did the past few days. The fact that it was Wednesday and she was still distracted was concerning to her.

"Don't apologize. You just seem lost in thought," said Jessica as she ate another perfect looking lunch.

"Do you want some chips and hummus? Bradley packed me too much food today," her other friend said. And of course he did, because he sounded like a damn dream.

Anna ate a few chips and sighed. "Have either of you ever had your heart smashed to bits?" She didn't really mean to say that out loud, but now that she had, she was met with an awkward silence that she wanted to run away from.

"Yeah," Advanced Calculus replied softly. "And I did it to myself."

"Not my heart as much as my hopes and dreams," Advanced Physics added. "But for me, I think that was much worse."

Now the silence that followed wasn't quite as painful, but Anna was still a little embarrassed. "Yeah. All of the above." She cleared her throat and tried to think of something else to talk about, but her mind was still on the bookstore. "Hey, why didn't you tell me that San Diego is full of hot guys? They are literally everywhere. I went window shopping in North Park and got sucked into a bookstore, and I bumped into a guy with glasses who smelled so nice."

"Ohhh, what did he look like?"

Anna sighed. "You know how you can just tell a guy is really strong even though he doesn't have bulging muscles?"

"Mmhmm."

"He was like that." Anna bit into her sandwich and chewed it slowly. "Pretty eyes, kind of the color of a lake. Sandy hair. Wire glasses. Soft spoken. He smelled like a cup of tea."

A few seconds later, she was snapped back from her drifting thoughts as Advanced Calculus asked, "Did you say this was at a bookstore in North Park?"

"Yes," Anna replied with a nod.

"Did you get his name?" Advanced Physics asked.

"No," she answered, still embarrassed over the fact that she hid from him.

And then she thought she was going to get whiplash again.

"Was he about six feet tall?"

"Was he slim but not skinny?"

"Did he blush when he smiled?"

"Will you please come to the Hard Deck this weekend?"

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Bradley is so proud of the fact that Sugar fell for him when they were in college. Beer Boy just gets better with age. This little Bob and Anna meet cute might spell disaster when they figure it all out! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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greenwitchfromthewoods · 16 days ago

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Hi! Could i request one for Joel Miller with a younger reader? Using the prompt "you know i stayed for you, and frankly, i don't regret it one bit." Where he's the one fighting to be together and she's the one doubting herself because she feels too immature and inexperienced for such man.

I'm so sorry if that's too specific, you can just ignore what i said and use only the prompt🫣😅 thank you 💖

Hello, my love. Thank you very much for this message. I hope my scribbles cheer you up. It's nothing special.❤️ i'm sorry for all mistakes

warnings : age gap (reader in her 20s, Joel in his 30s), Sarah mentioned, insecurity, but mostly fluff

prompts list here

The last guests had left and all that was left was a mountain of dishes to wash and leftovers from the barbecue in the fridge. The house was finally quiet.

Sarah, yawning widely, said a quiet "Goodnight" and dragged herself to her room, and you remained on the battlefield.

"I'm exhausted..." Joel groaned as he entered the kitchen, but looking at you he smiled sweetly "But you still look stunning..." he approached you and after a moment his strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you to him. His lips brushed yours a few times. "Ready to go to bed? I think I still have the strength for a little cuddles, if you're interested."

"Mhmm..."

Joel immediately sensed that something was wrong. You couldn't hide it, and he was sensitive to every change. Although your hands rested on his broad chest and you moved as he gently rocked you in his arms, your thoughts were somewhere far away.

"Is everything okay, sweetie?" he asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Fine." You replied a little unconvinced.

He brushed a strand of your hair away, grabbed your chin and lifted it so you were looking at him. His dark, gentle eyes were staring at you intently.

"What's bothering you, baby? You can tell me."

You wrinkled your nose and shook your head, clearly embarrassed that his attention was focused on you. That's how Joel was.

When you were together - you were the center of his world. This charming, caring and protective guy had stolen your heart that night when he freed you from a persistent admirer in the pub and you had been together ever since.

It would have been easy to love Joel Miller, if not for all the thoughts in your head.

"That's stupid." You finally replied. "I don't want to talk about it. We can go upstairs and cuddle some more if you feel like it."

"You know I always want to take you to my bed, but we're talking now, and this is important." He saw you roll your eyes and laughed. "Come on, honey, tell me. I can see that something's been bothering you for a while now, maybe it's a good idea to work it out, huh?"

You bit your lip as you considered his words. Joel never judged you, he was always ready to listen to you, he was such a great listener. You took a deep breath.

"Sometimes I wonder if I even fit in here?" you mumbled.

"Where?"

"Here, to you, to your life... Joel, doesn't it bother you that I'm so much younger than you?"

He frowned and looked at you carefully, trying to understand what you meant. Yes, there was an age difference between you, but he'd never thought about it more.

"I saw your driver's license. You didn't fake it, did you?" he asked, and you nudged him in the shoulder.

"Of course not!" you groaned "Sometimes though, when your friends are around, or when I'm hanging out with mine, I feel like I'm not good enough for you, you know... You work, you have a beautiful daughter, and me? I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life."

"You work too."

"It's a shitty job!"

"Sarah adores you."

"And I love her."

"And I love you. If it weren't for Sarah, I'd be at the same stage as you at that age. It's good that you're trying to find your way and you know perfectly well that I'll support you in everything. You're my girl, right?"

You nodded. "I'm sorry, sometimes I doubt myself so much..."

"That's why you have me." Joel quickly pecked your lips "And I've got your back, right? Baby..." you looked into his eyes full of love and care "You're the one that matters to me. I don't care what anyone might say. If you want me, with all my baggage..."

"You know I don't want anyone else." you interrupted him quickly "But recently... Ann was so insistent that you stay with us when you dropped me off at her birthday party. You must have been embarrassed."

"You know I stayed for you, and frankly, I don't regret it one bit. I love spending time with you, and we don't get much of it."

"Thank you." You whispered, already calmed down a bit.

His warm hand stroked your cheek. In some strange way, he always knew what to do or say to calm your fears.

You wanted to kiss him. To press your lips against his and kiss him until you both ran out of oxygen.

"Wait a minute."

Suddenly, Joel let go of you and left the kitchen, disappearing into the dark hallway. You heard the slam of the garage door and for a moment you wondered what it all meant, but soon he was back again.

"I wanted to give it to you in a while." I said, holding a box in my hands. "Our anniversary is in a month, but I've been keeping this hidden in the garage for a while now..."

Your heart started beating like crazy.

"The fact that a girl like you even looked at me, fuck, is like a golden ticket. You're everything I needed and more." Joel opened a small box and your eyes were met with a beautiful silver pendant with a shiny heart "It's nothing. I just thought of you when I saw it and..."

He didn't have a chance to finish, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him hard. Joel instinctively pressed you to him, deepening the kiss and purring quietly with satisfaction.

"So you like it?" he muttered, your fingers slipping into his hair pleasantly massaging his scalp.

"A lot." you replied "And I like you even more. I love you so much."

"Not as much as I love you, babe." he replied "Come upstairs. I think I'd like to see you in that pendant."

"You can put it on here." you noticed, but Joel shook his head and looked at you in that one specific way "Ohhh!"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean." he laughed and pulled you towards the stairs.

Joel just wanted you for who you were, even if you doubted yourself at times. He knew that from the start - you were perfect for him. And you loved him madly. You loved Sarah too, he didn't need anything more.

Except maybe to give you that other box he hid in the garage and ask you that all-important question.

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astermath · 1 year ago

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pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader

summary: robin falls head over heels for the cool girl renting horror movies at family video. steve can’t believe her awkward shyness is actually landing her a date, but he’s happy for her nonetheless.

word count: idk kinda short lol under 1K

notes: just wanted to write a little blurb, then it turned into something else, so enjoy this short little meet cute with robin ♡

normal sized font below!

Robin really is that love at first sight kinda girl.

She’s the type of girl to be busy sorting tapes at family video, when you walk in, all pretty femininity and mysterious aura around you. And suddenly she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She doesn’t know where she is, why she’s there, hell, she probably wouldn’t be able to tell you her name if she asked.

She doesn’t stop staring at you, not when you enter and not when you walk over to the horror section to pick something out. Only when Steve nudges her in her side, she snaps out of it, looking more flustered than ever.

“Dude, can you not?”

“Sorry man, it just— looked like you were falling asleep with your eyes open! What’s with you anyways?”

Robin doesn’t respond, simply averting her eyes to the cash register and hoping Steve doesn’t pry any further.

Which would have worked, if you weren’t talking to her right now.

“I’m sorry, can I—“

“Yes! Yes, absolutely, you can…” Robin trails off, realising she hasn’t even let you finish your request. Her own eagerness embarrasses her to no end, her face heating up and her cheeks now closely resembling the colour of a tomato.

To her surprise, you giggle. You’re not awkward about it at all, which somehow makes her fall for you even harder.

“I was gonna ask what the latest time would be when I’d be able to return this.” you smile, and the blonde girl is certain it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.

“Oh! Yeah, totally, no problem! It’s uh— a great choice, by the way. I love friday the 13th, sooo good, all that horror stuff, a huge fan—“

“A week.” Steve interrupts her rambling.

“Huh?” Robin turns to her friend.

“To answer her question, since you’re too busy being head over heels over here.”

You chuckle again, and Robin genuinely thinks her head is going to explode. Not only is her best friend making fun of her in front of you, but you’re not even making her feel bad about it. It’s like you find it cute or something. How crazy is that?

“Cool, I��ll just uh,” you hold up the tape, “rent this one then.”

Robin rings you up, her hands moving faster than her mind, and she hopes you don’t notice the slight shakiness in them. It’s not every day the prettiest girl in the whole world shows up at her job, so she’s not exactly prepared.

“Thanks,” you take the tape from her along with the receipt, your fingers touching slightly when she slides them over. Now you’re the one who’s getting the butterflies.

“So, you said you were a fan of horror movies?”

Robin nods enthusiastically, while Steve has to bite his tongue to hold back from saying that that’s the biggest lie ever. Robin isn’t a coward, not at all, but she’s the worst at scary movies. She’s just saying all this to impress you. She doubts it’s working though.

“Well, I was gonna watch this alone, but…” you grab a pen off the counter and scribble down your number on the receipt. “If you feel like watching it together, give me a call…” you pause to read her name tag. “Robin.” You smile again. “Nice name.”

“T-Thanks! You uh, you too!”

“Thanks, even though I… Haven’t told you yet.” You write your name down next to the number. “Now you know.”

“Huh…” She reads it over, not being able to keep herself from smiling like she’s sunshine incarnate. “That is a really nice name though.”

You grin, grabbing the tape off the counter and stuffing it in your bag. “Well, Robin, I’m free this Friday, if you wanna take me up on the offer.” You start walking backwards and give her a quick wave. “See y’around.”

She waves back, although more hesitant. Frankly, she’s still processing the entire encounter, and the fact that you’re real. Someone as beautiful as you exists, talked to her, even gave her your number. She didn’t know a reality like that was possible.

“I can’t believe that worked.” Steve scoffs in disbelief, though he’s pretty stoked for Robin all in all. He wants his friend to find her special person as much as he does for himself.

“Yeah,” she stares as you walk off, “me too.”

The freckled girl groans loudly and drops her head into her hands. “Why the fuck did I say any of that? Why do I always just keep talking?”

“I don’t see the big deal Buckley,” her coworker leans against the counter, “you got your date, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but then what? Then what do I do? I might have been able to charm her with my awkward idiocy this time, but what if we watch the movie and she finds out I’m a huge wuss!” She gestures around wildly with her hands, earning a confused stare from one of the older customers.

“This is going to sound so stupid, and I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he runs his hand through his brown locks, “but just like, be yourself? She seems nice enough, I’m sure she won’t judge you for being a total scaredy cat.”

“Not helping, Harrington.” She gives him a defeated look.

“Sorry, you know what I mean.”

“But what if she does?”

“What?”

“What if she does judge me? I mean jesus Steve, I wouldn’t blame her! She’s like— way out of my coolness league! She’s practically doing charity work watching a movie with me.”

Steve scoffs. “Don’t sell yourself short, Buckley, you’re plenty cool. Besides, if she does judge you, then clearly she’s not worth it. But again, I think you’ll be fine.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, already picturing her holding onto you in fear of a completely fictional serial killer. “I guess you’re right.” She goes quiet for a moment, before she’s back to daydreaming about the whole scenario. The two of you on your couch, shoulders touching, maybe an arm around her, hands brushing when you reach for the popcorn, all that sappy stuff…

“Buckley?”

Maybe you’d find it cute that she gets scared. Maybe you’d wanna protect her. She gets that vibe from you, that you’d keep her safe from all the Freddy Kruegers and Jason Voorhees of the world.

“Robin!”

Steve snaps her out of her daydreaming, gesturing towards Keith who’s about to enter the store.

“You two organise those tapes like I asked you to?” Their manager isn’t even looking at them, struggling with putting away his car keys.

Robin swipes the tapes off the counter and stuffs them randomly into the two boxes. That’s a problem for later.

“Yup! All sorted! Good thing I love organising stuff!” She laughs awkwardly, and Steve is fighting for his life trying not to laugh.

She’s got bigger things to worry about right now. Like what to wear for her date with you. And what kind of snacks you like to eat with your movies. And how she’s going to explain that the scariest thing she can handle is Frankenweenie.

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toournextadventure · 2 years ago

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everyone but her pt.1

a/n: this is part of a slight au i've got goin on. the only real difference is slight deviation from the season since i haven't finished it. there's no genuine plot to all of these, just things i think would be cute. EDIT: previously called math tutoring

Word Count: 2.4k Warning: slight language Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Masterlist)

Enid loved playing matchmaker, but she was going to lose her mind if neither you nor Wednesday finally made a move. If she had to watch you doodle on her paper’s in class one more time? Had to watch you get within an inch of Wednesday without actually touching her and intruding upon her space? Was forced to bear witness to your quite frankly embarrassing attempts at flirting?

“Did you know Kemper suggested his own punishment in prison?” You asked far too late into the night; another attempt at flirting and sparking Wednesday to go off with facts about the serial killer.

That’s it. Enid had to do something about this before she threw up or fainted. Again.

“Hey, wait up!” Enid called as you both exited your literature class.

“Walk faster, Sinclair, I’m late,” you called back, but you still slowed your pace so she could catch up.

“Have a date with Wednesday?” Enid asked as soon as she fell into step with you.

“No, Enid, I don’t have a date,” you chuckled, “I have math tutoring.”

Of course you do, Enid thought to herself with a sigh. Why on earth would you actually act on the feelings that literally everyone but Wednesday knew about? It didn’t make her cruel to want you to make a move! But you somehow always had something to do and it was ruining everything!

Wait.

“Wednesday can tutor you,” Enid suggested. Out of respect for you, she ignored the slight falter in your step.

“I… don’t think that’s such a great idea,” you said with a shrug. “Math already makes me want to cry.”

“But she’s extremely smart,” Enid continued. “Much smarter than whoever you’ve got now.”

“I’m not emotionally strong enough for-“

You both stopped as Wednesday stepped in front of you. It always made Enid smile to see you have to nearly break your neck to look down at her roommate. Something about the height difference made the power imbalance all the more entertaining.

“You both look far too happy,” Wednesday said in her usual deadpan.

“We were just talking about you!” Enid said happily.

“Hopefully it was everything bad,” Wednesday mused.

“Y/N was actually wanting to ask you something,” Enid continued, ignoring the look you shot her way. “Weren’t you?”

“What do you want?” Wednesday asked as she finally looked up at you. No one else would have noticed, but Enid saw the way her features softened just the most minuscule amount.

She also continued to ignore the increasingly pissed off look on your face before you sighed and turned back to Wednesday.

“I need a new math tutor,” you said through gritted teeth. “Think you could help me?”

“Your math knowledge is abysmal at best,” Wednesday answered quickly.

“Yeah, I know,” you mumbled. Your left hand came up and rubbed the back of your neck in what Enid had long ago realised was a self-soothing gesture.

“I suppose I can make time,” Wednesday finally said after leaving you to worry your lip for far too long. “On two conditions.”

“Name them,” you shot back instantly, your hand finally falling back down to your side.

“You don’t interrupt my writing time,” Wednesday said first.

“Easy, next?”

“You teach Eugene how to talk to people,” Wednesday concluded.

“Isn’t he, like, 13?” You asked, though Enid noted you never said no.

“He’s as dreadful at making friends as you are at math,” Wednesday continued, causing both you and Enid to flinch away from the harsh truth.

“Okay fine, deal,” you said with a slight huff. “Just quit insulting my math intelligence.”

“We can get started tonight at 7:30,” Wednesday said, completely ignoring your statement and turning to Enid. “We’re going to be late.”

She walked off quickly, and Enid gave you a quick “I’ll text you!” before jogging to catch up with her roommate. They walked in comfortable silence even though Enid was dying to ask Wednesday about her new study date with you. This was probably going to be the most time you would both be spending together at one time!

“Should I leave you both alone during your “tutoring” session tonight?” Enid finally asked, her tone and smile completely eliminating any chance at trying to keep her cool.

“You could use the math help too,” Wednesday answered quickly.

“I’m choosing to ignore that statement,” Enid said simply as she stood a little taller. “Just admit you like her flirting and want to spend alone time with her tonight!”

“It’s a pitiful attempt at flirting,” Wednesday said simply. “And if we are alone, I very well might drill the formulas into her head.”

“Actually, I think I’ll stick around,” Enid tried to joke even though she knew her roommate would follow through on her threat of bodily harm. For your sake, she would be the buffer between Wednesday Addams and your very life.

At least for tonight.

———

You were late.

You were late and it was raining and you weren’t answering your phone and there were only so many times Enid could tell Wednesday you were on the way. But Wednesday was smart, she had surely caught on by now that no one knew where you were. Maybe Enid should send Thing to go find you and force you to at least answer her texts-

-three knocks on the door. Enid was throwing it open in an instant.

“Where have you been?” She asked through gritted teeth.

“You told me to bring flowers,” you whisper-shouted back at her, “and Thornhill wouldn’t leave!”

“Well now you’re late and Wednesday is upset and- you look like hell,” Enid said as she finally noticed the haggard state you were in. “What happened to you?”

“My wings wouldn’t fold into the harness so now they’re all wet and-”

“-Just get in there and kiss up already,” Enid interrupted you. She grabbed you by the forearm - doing her best not to crush the chocolate in your hand - and pulled you into the room, shutting the door loud enough for Wednesday to turn around.

“You’re getting water all over the floor,” Wednesday said simply. “Where were you?”

“Held up by Thornhill,” you lied effortlessly. Well, technically it wasn’t a lie. An omission of sorts, you would claim. “So I brought these to, uh, make up for it.”

You held out the three black dahlias that had somehow survived the rain and the box of what Enid realised was very dark bitter chocolate. Perfect, Enid thought as she smiled to herself. You had gotten everything she had told you to get. This was going to work perfectly!

“Flirting was bad enough,” Wednesday said, causing your cheeks to burn, “but flowers and chocolates are just too far.”

Your mouth opened and closed several times with no words coming out. The flicker of your eyes in her direction before you sighed and took the gifts to the bed in defeat? Enid wanted to scream. How could that not have worked? They were two of the things that she knew Wednesday loved! This Addams was getting on her last nerve.

Enid kept one headphone out as the tutoring session droned on. She wanted to be up to date on everything you said so she could know what your next move was. Maybe Wednesday took studies too seriously and this wasn’t the proper time to woo her. That didn’t leave many options, but Enid could work with it.

“If you mention polynomials one more time, Addams, I’m going to strangle you,” your voice sounded out, causing Enid to jump and turn to make sure you were both still alive.

“Strangle me, then,” Wednesday said without hesitation, “at least then I won’t have to deal with your rather pitiful attempts at understanding simple terms.”

“That’s what this is supposed to be for,” you shot back, “fixing my pitiful attempts.”

“Not even I can fix this disaster,” Wednesday claimed.

“Fuck you, Addams,” you grumbled as you stood up from your spot on the floor and left the room.

Enid turned to face Wednesday, who was still sitting at her desk and looking utterly unfazed. Why would she tell you that? The whole point of this tutoring was for you both to spend time together! Why would she openly insult you like that and then have the nerve to act like-

-the door opened again and you leaned in just enough to look at Wednesday’s desk.

“Same time on Friday?” You asked as if nothing had ever happened.

“Don’t be late next time,” Wednesday answered.

“Sure thing, Addams,” you said with a mock salute and a small smile. “Good night, ladies.”

And just like that you were gone.

Enid fell back onto her bed in utter exhaustion. She hated you both.

———

“How’s the tutoring going?” Enid asked her roomie when she saw you walk through the courtyard with Eugene trailing after you like a lost puppy. At least you were holding up your end of the deal.

“She has risen from abysmal to slightly below adequate,” Wednesday said without looking up from her book. “A drastic improvement, I would say.”

“Have you both agreed to go on a date yet?” Enid continued; she had very much noticed the lingering look you gave Wednesday as you continued your walk.

“No,” Wednesday answered. “Don’t you have homework to finish?”

“I can either do my homework or interrogate you about your love life,” Enid sighed, “and frankly, I have priorities.”

“We are not going on a date,” Wednesday said, finally shutting her book. “That would be a conflict of interest and she would need to find a new math tutor.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Enid asked incredulously.

“No one else is capable of helping her pass her test next week,” Wednesday continued.

“Wednesday Addams,” Enid said, trying her best to sound authoritative, “you’d better ask her out on a date after her test, then.”

“Or what?” Wednesday asked. “You have nothing to hold over me.”

Enid inhaled sharply, her mind running a million miles a minute trying to think of what would make a good threat. Bodily harm wouldn’t work, she would enjoy it too much. There was nothing to take away because she had only the necessities to her name. Surely there was something Enid could use to make her threat worth it.

Bingo.

“Or I’ll show Y/N the pictures of you letting me paint your nails,” Enid finally said with a smug grin.

“If you do, you’d better sleep with one eye open,” Wednesday threatened back. The only difference was she didn’t need to give an actual threat; everything she did was scary.

But Enid’s demise would surely be worth it if it meant you two finally getting together.

———

“Read ‘em and weep, Addams,” your voice cut through the air as a packet was tossed onto the music stand in front of Wednesday.

She knew you would be coming by this evening; you had mentioned you were supposed to be getting your math test back. If you had failed, you would have come back and asked what you had done wrong. Which, admittedly, was everything; you truly were horrendous at math. But if you had passed, you would have come to gloat even if it was adequate at best.

She held her bow out to you - which you took with gentle hands - and picked up your test. There in the top corner was a 83 written in red ink. Her fingers flipped through each page, taking note of what you got wrong. Algebra, Wednesday thought with disgust, you never listen.

“An adequate grade,” Wednesday said as she handed the papers back to you. She ignored the ruffle of your feathers at her words before taking the bow back.

“Thank you for helping me,” you said in a voice that made Wednesday feel like she had swallowed a handful of spiders.

“I did it for Eugene,” Wednesday said. You both knew it was a lie. You didn’t call her out for it.

“Whatever you say, Addams,” you said with a smile that made those same spiders try to crawl back up her throat. “Don’t let your cello get wet, it’s supposed to rain.”

You turned your back to her and started walking along the edge of the balcony, the feathers of your wings twitching in the wind. They melted into the inky black of the night in a way that was almost poetic. Edgar Allen Poe-esque, she would even claim.

Thing tapped the music stand to get her attention before talking far too quickly. Wednesday shook her head no, but he insisted, finally leaving the stand to crawl up your leg and rest on your shoulder.

“Thing has something to ask you,” Wednesday said, ignoring the gesture Thing sent her way and focusing entirely on the sheet music that she wasn’t reading.

“Whatcha got?” You asked as you turned your head to look at him. He made his gestures - which Wednesday promptly refused to look at - and said what he wanted to say. You chuckled.

“I’d love to go on a date with you, Thing,” you said, finally looking up to meet Wednesday’s eyes as she glared at you. “We can hit up the Weathervane tomorrow, I’ll pick you up at 6.”

You held up your hand to give Thing a fist-bump before he crawled down and made his way back to the music stand. There was an irritating look on your face; it wasn’t quite a smile, but it was nearly as condescending. And yet, something about it almost made her not want to claw her own eyes out.

Almost.

“Good night, Wednesday,” you said before pitching backwards over the ledge. She almost felt her black heart skip a beat before you swooped back up into the sky and took off toward your own dorm.

“Do that again,” Wednesday said as she faced Thing, “and I’ll rip your fingernails out one by one.”

Thing shook and ran off back inside, probably to see Enid. He’d better pray she could protect him. She did not appreciate him and his sick sense of humour. Yours either, quite frankly, seeing as Thing had done exactly what she had asked him to do. But you were clearly going to make her work harder for this date.

That was a challenge she was willing to accept.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams

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tuliptired · 4 months ago

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anything w egon and ta!reader 🙏🙏🙏

Southern Skies

Pairing: Egon Spengler/TA!Reader

no more fics abt kids for 10 years cuz I'm scared yall can tell when I'm ovulating

Better formatting on Ao3!!

The newspaper was spread out over the table, frankly ignored as all four men were scrambling to get breakfast in themselves before they headed out to a call scheduled painfully early. Egon paused, hoping to get a sip of coffee without it spilling over onto his underclothes, when he spotted it- an editorial that had consulted you for a professional opinion. Mug barely to his lips as he skimmed it, Ray appeared in front of him, ready to go.

“Something interesting?” he inquired, attempting to read upside down. Ray opened his suit a tad in hopes to get some air. “Jeez, it’s hot today.”

“It’s that time.” Egon’s own words making him start to wonder something, forgetting about the mug, guessing that it’d just have to go cold if they wanted to get there in a timely manner. “Do you recognize the name?”

Ray got a proper look, squinting and fishing for an answer in his head, shaking it twice. “Not really. You know my memories’ shot,” he patted Egon on the shoulder, all the men filing out and down the steps.

Ray’s memory must’ve been crushed, ran over, and spat upon- Egon could remember like it was yesterday. He wasn’t complaining, really, content with the recollection being something he could keep just for himself as he broke into a small and selfish smile behind his friends’ backs.

Christine brought eyes to the clouds in exasperation “You don’t know how awkward it is to see a clone of your boyfriend everywhere,” she complained as you headed back to your dormitory.

“Side-effects of dating a twin.” You let out a small laugh at her long-distance plight with your books stacked in your arms. It was nice and bright out, the perfect afternoon for a good, long book, or an equally as lengthy nap. “Are you at least, like, friends?”

She sighed, pushing open the complex’s doors. “A bit. We’re gonna have to be, anyway.”

“It’s not all bad. No need for those pictures he sends-”

“I’m not listening !” Christine whined, squeezing her eyes shut and pushing manicured nails into her ears while you snickered devilishly. “I can’t believe you saw those.”

You put the key to your space into the door. “Relax, I’m not reading your mail. Just stop leaving nasty letters on the coffee table.” Christine groaned in embarrassment, sinking into the armchair you got in a yard sale all the way back in winter.

“Speaking of,” she toyed with a fraying edge of the lime green fabric, “He called this morning. He’s still coming- just thought we should bring a few friends.”

You made a skeptic noise as you started on lunch for you and your roommate. “Ouf. During your big reunion trip that you can’t stop talking about?” you asked over your shoulder, washing some fruit.

“That’s the one.” Christine sat up, accidently pulling some of the thread with her. “I suggested it. I just thought he deserved to see them, after being away so long.” You traded your skepticism for understanding, placing grapes in a strainer. “What I’m trying to say…”

“I would love to take a road trip with strangers while you make out in the front seat. It’d be an honor, actually.”

Christine snuck a few grapes and popped them in her mouth. “You’re not as distant as you think. It can’t be that bad- I’ll be there!” she punctuated herself by stealing another handful. “What happened to our summer plans?”

“If I’m only being half sarcastic,” you ended up giving her the entire colander, “wouldn’t I be intruding?” She sat on the counter, legs of her jeans swinging back and forth.

“Not at all. I’d like you to meet him before the wedding,” Christine teased you. When you weren’t entirely receptive, she poked you in the side. “If you end up with the brother, our kids’ll pretty much be siblings.”

“Not how genetics works. We’d have to be twins, too.”

“We practically are.”

“Oh, of course.” you joked as she turned you both towards the mirror on the wall. You watched her hopeful face in the mirror. Why was she always the one encouraging you to try new things, anyway? These next few months won’t last forever, admittedly, and soon you’ll be put into the real world where you can’t just drop everything for a trip out with other young people. Plus, you needed to know if her boyfriend was as cute as she said. “When do we leave?” you finally caved.

Christine jumped up, full of excitement as she dragged you to the closet. “Oh, I have to help you pack!”

“Why would I wanna do that?” Egon said into the phone, slipping into casual speech with his brother on the other end when Peter and Ray walked in, back from their lunch. “I don’t like being in a car with you on a regular day.”

“Because I’m coming home and you wanna see me,” Elon answered, unaffected by his twin. Egon sighed into the receiver at his happy tone. Out of all the things he’s had nightmares about, being stuck in a hot car with his brother and his girlfriend was the most hellish.

“Do they know you’re coming?”

“The last time I surprised Mom she told everyone I died. I attended my own funeral. Hey, you could bring Pete and Ray along. It’s a whole thing- Chris offered.”

“What about us?” Peter said over Egon’s shoulders, making him flinch away from his friend.

“Wanna take a trip to the shore?” Elon raised his voice so Peter could hear him, Egon flinching in the opposite direction as his ears were assaulted on either side.

Ray dropped what he was doing, now intrigued. “A road trip?” he smiled. “We’re going!”

Egon handed his roommates the phone, since they were so interested in a little excursion with his brother. What was it about the concept that sounded so fun to those three? He could drive anywhere at any time without it having to be a “thing”.

“Oh man,” Ray covered the receiver, “apparently there’s a campsite with the clearest sky for stargazing,” he beamed.

“Get pictures for me,” Egon said plainly, turning his chair back to his desk. Peter didn’t like that, apparently, spinning his friend back around with his hands on his hips.

“You’re not staying here to rot while we’re off kissing girls and looking at space.”

He ignored the pseudo-vulgarity. “I’ll manage. Besides, I have work to get ready for.” Not entirely untrue, he did have an internship coming up- they all did, just not until much later in the season. Ray frowned, seemingly catching the man in his half-lie.

“That’s so far away, Spengs. If you do this, we’ll never ask for anything ever again.” Ray reasoned, grinning hopefully. Egon sat back in thought, under a spotlight shined on him by his two friends. His legs would get tired. He probably couldn’t wear a sweater in the heat. He’d have to sleep in a dingy motel at some point. But- he’d get a rare chance to actually see the night sky without light pollution. If it rained, he’d get a moment for fungus hunting. And maybe he did miss his brother. Maybe.

“When do we leave?”

You barely had time to catch the bag your friend nearly dropped before she was sprinting towards a parked light blue car by the curb with its trunk popped open. As you got closer to the little congregation, your mouth fell open as you got a real look at the man she was clinging to.

Holy shit . This was gonna be so much more fun than you thought.

“Lonnie!” She hugged him tightly, peppering lipstick covered kisses all over his face. The face you’d come to know quite well, actually.

“Hey, Chris,” he smiled dopily. It was jarring, seeing that face smile so earnestly. They were the exact same person, down to the length and style of their hair, height- if you were crazy enough, you’d ask if they wore the same frames. And one of them was smiling? You had assumed that everyone in the Spengler family was a sea anemone. He, Elon, held onto her waist, before catching sight of you standing on the sidewalk. “Hi,” he grinned warmly, “have you met everyone?”

You couldn’t answer before he took the reins, introducing the unfamiliar men who you had only just noticed. Elon exuded being a natural conversationalist. How ironic? “That’s Peter. Psychology.”

You wondered why he was so familiar until it finally clicked. “I know you. There’s a girl in psych who said you slept over and stole her silk robe.”

“I can’t help it if I look better in it.”

Elon stifled a laugh- that girl was good friends with Christine. “Ray’s in engineering,” he managed to get out.

“I like your jacket,” you complimented, amused at the fashion choice in such unrelenting heat.

“Thanks,” Ray cuffed his sleeves happily, “I like your lack of a jacket.”

You laughed at that, adjusting the bag on your back getting heavier and heavier by the second. “It’s 80 degrees!”

“Car ACs are no joke.”

Elon tried peeking around the back of the car. “I’m sure you’ve met my brother. He’s just a ray of sunshine.”

“Sure.” You smiled inwardly, watching Egon arrange luggage like there was a science to it- which, there probably was. You headed back there, slinging a backpack off your shoulder. “Isn’t this fun?” you spoke lowly. He looked miserable, but in a humorous way. At least, humorous for you.

He didn’t answer, placing it in the trunk silently. You placed Christine’s on the roomy felt flooring next to a bit of camping gear before you spoke again, unbothered by his petulance. “I didn’t know you had a twin.”

Egon moved her bag, the spot you chose apparently not optimal enough for him. “I’d consider him more of a parasite.” That made you laugh as he shut the hatch, but didn’t lock it, the latching mechanism seemingly unfamiliar to him. You reached down, doing it for him before leaving him behind to join the rest of your new friends.

“At least he’s a cute parasite.”

Elon held the door open for his girlfriend. “You wanna sit upfront?” Elon asked before she shook her head, climbing into the window seat in the back.

Christine pulled her seatbelt across her chest. “I’ll get sick. Y/N, sit back here with me.” she patted the spot next to her. Elon nodded, getting into the driver’s seat while you slid in beside your friend, cherishing the space you probably won’t get again for the next couple of hours.

“Ray? Will you be my co-captain?” Elon starts the ignition, cranking his window down a crack. Ray got in the passenger’s seat enthusiastically, almost hitting his head on the roof.

“Do I!” he was virtually buzzing as he took in all the bells and whistles in front of him. You weren’t exactly a car person, but you could say this one was objectively pretty hip- even the leather felt nice underneath you. Peter and Egon filed in next, Elon pulling off from the sidewalk as Ray couldn’t contain himself, starting again.

He ran a careful finger across the dash. “Where’d you get this from, anyway?”

“I cashed in a couple favors, traded in the beetle,” Elon paused at a crosswalk.

Peter hummed. “Didn’t know they drove like this in yodieland.”

Elon put a finger up in defense. “I got this ‘cause of my exceptional business skills.”

“Just say you’re a bad dealer.”

Eventually, your little group made it out onto the highway, surrounded by high heels and even higher trees. You had the little book you had snuck in cracked open, but there really was no need. The car was full of excellent talkers, dissolving any previous fears about if it would ever get too quiet or awkward. Excellent talkers, excluding Egon. A silent part of yourself cursed Christine for picking the window, placing you in between herself and the psychologist, away from the victim of your tortures. But, your read and your position were forgotten about, book spread open and face down on your lap as Elon shared a riveting story about roller skating.

“Now that you mention skating,” Peter turned to you and Christine, her legs thrown over your own, “you’d never believe me if I told you how good Egon is.”

You sat up, somehow even more interested. “No way.” you flashed the man over Peter’s shoulder a wicked smile as he offishly avoided your gaze.

Peter nodded. If there was trickery in his eyes, you’d have missed it. “Yes way. Absolute god, too.” Elon and Ray made a few noises of agreement up front.

“I’ll have to see it sometime,” you say as innocently as possible, enjoying the sight of Egon’s cheeks turning pink under the attention. “No need to be embarrassed- I think it’s cool.” you sounded genuine to everyone who wasn’t either of you, leaning forward to catch his eye.

It twitched as he searched you, just like it did in your lecture hall. Who said a classroom could only have four walls?

“Not embarrassed for me,” he kept eye-contact, “embarrassed for you when you fall.”

There was a chorus of ooo-ing as you slumped back in your seat- not embarrassed yourself, but satisfied with his ability to get you back, even when it wasn’t over a work of fiction. “Very funny,” you started, needing an iron will to refer to him with his first name as to not make things look weird, “Egon.”

At some point, Christine had her face pressed to the glass while you were stuck in midday traffic- bumper to bumper. “Check out the moose!” she gasped, shaking your shoulder.

“Moose don’t live down here,” Elon spared a look while the car inched forward. You put your play down, squinting outside with her.

“Those are two bucks.”

“And they’re-”

The car suddenly gained speed as traffic lessened, giving the two not-moose their privacy.

At some point, as the sun was getting ready to set, the car found itself on another long stretch of highway, no other vehicle in sight as you made your way around winding roads lined with yellow-green. Elon must’ve noticed something, or someone, with their thumb out when he decided to slow down, easing on the brakes as he pulled onto the shoulder.

The hitchhiker spoke into his half closed driver side window, “Hey, man. I just need a ride to somewhere with a bus stop.” Elon nodded understandably, saying something about checking the tires before you’d go.

“Try to make a decision before I get back,” Elon spoke softly as to not be overheard by your prospective guest.

Egon definitely would’ve rather kept going, but Ray was the first to speak. “Probably won’t see anyone again for miles,” he presumed, turning in the passenger’s seat.

“He can’t have any ill will. Hard to kill all six of us.” you offered, not to Egon’s surprise. He watched as you turned to your friend, tapping her boot against the floor. “Christine? What d’you think?”

She kept her eyes straight ahead, arms crossed. “Whatever gets us to the rest stop the fastest.”

“Don’t worry. Just don’t think about the beach. Or the river down there. Or drinking wate-”

“Be quiet , Peter!” she fussed. He apologized when she shifted around where she was sitting, checking how much progress her boyfriend had made on whatever he was doing.

Ray unbuckled his seatbelt. “He should sit up front,” he started, before Peter put a hand out.

“And where will you go?”

He gave his friend a bemused look, cocking an eyebrow. “I’ll get back there with you guys,” he said as if he was doubting his answer.

“With that butt? There’s no space.” Egon could tell you were holding in your own amusement before your own friend spoke up, foot tapping evolving into knee bouncing.

Christine squeezed your shoulder like it was a stressball. “I’d let you sit on me, but I think I’d piss my pants if you did.”

“Glad I’m being thought of,” you kept your eyes ahead as she once did to avoid being the next puzzle piece for this little dilemma. When you heard Elon approach the car again, with no verdict reached, you sighed heavily, unbuckling yourself and scooting forward. “You don’t mind?” his wide eyes caught sight of your hand on the frame of the door. He’d say no, make you sit on the roof; that’d keep you from bothering him. So why’d he say yes?

He thought he was done with this. The things you’d do, the things you’d say- he thought all of that was done, at least until school started again and he was locked into the same routine. But now, you were on him, and it wasn’t explicit but it felt that way and he couldn’t miss the look his twin gave him before he finally decided to drive and the car was moving . He got insanely self aware insanely quickly, cursing whoever it was that convinced him to wear a dingier pair of pants.

Elon couldn’t have been more careless a driver, bumping into potholes and sticks and whatever other debris littered the road ahead as he approached a town. He only had a second to burn a stare into the rearview mirror, before his brother stopped a little too hard, sending you sliding down the length of his bent thighs and into his torso.

Egon was absolutely burning up, hands not knowing where to stay as he unconsciously encompassed the middle of your back with both of his palms, sitting up uncomfortably. “Sorry” was all she could mutter as his heart clamored to the front of his chest.

Except, you looked back at him. Smiling . “What’re you sorry for?” you asked sweetly, quiet enough so only he could hear. This was his affliction acting up again, head swimming without coherent thought. He knew that this was nothing but your poison, giving him a perfectly reasonable reaction to the toxin. Like Claudius and Hamlet. God, he was thinking like you.

So Egon didn’t say anything, planting two hands on your waist like he’d seen his brother do to Christine. He could be poisonous, too.

The car sputtered to a stop at a larger gas station outside a little town, forever tainted by the sight of Christine running inside before she could have an accident. Peter offered to fill up the tank as the hitchhiker made his way to the bus shelter, and everyone emptying out the car left only you and Egon.

“Thanks,” you grinned, pinching the apple of his blank face before you climbed off, following them all. He knew he’d rather stay alone in the car, but Peter had yet to bring the last 8 minutes up, and he was most likely close to breaking.

Egon gave Ray a half-hearted thanks as the interior gave him much needed relief from the sun, even if it was in the form of a handful of desktop fans. He wandered off from you and Ray as you stocked up on campfire-food, his eyes drawn to the knick-knacks for sale that lined the walls of pure dark wood, wherever there wasn’t an ancient looking antique mounted. A charming kind of hospitality, Egon thought as he passed another shelf full of anything anyone would stock up on.

There was a lunch counter facing a large window that gave patrons a wide view of the orange sunset. But, he wasn’t so much drawn to it as he was to the glass classes full of confections and pastry that garnished the benchtop, marked with differing prices. Egon’s stomach sang at the idea of a slice of cake. When was the last time he had a good dessert?

“Huh. Pegged you more of a vanilla-guy.” Egon jumped. You had to stop popping up everywhere. “Let me buy it for you.” you kept your eyes on the crystalware.

“Buy an entire chocolate cake?”

You shrugged, arms full of packets of graham crackers. “Sure, if you promise to go halfsies.”

Egon couldn’t think of much as you started towards the cashier, simply following you. “Why?” was the only word that came to mind. You stilled, sighing before keeping on.

“Because I find you so agreeable. Now, get my wallet for me.” And, naturally, it had to be in your back pocket.

You held the wax-paper wrapped one-tier in awe, both of you fairly hypnotized at opaque swirls of brown icing pressed against foggy parchment. You handed it off, telling him to hide it while you used the restroom. Egon hardly had a moment to take anything else in before you scuttled out the family bathroom, door shut harshly with your back.

“What?” He noted the quick rise and fall of your chest as you took a few steps away.

“They really missed each other.”

You all met Peter with bags full of marshmallow and chocolate when the stranger’s greyhound pulled up, coughing out exhaust. Elon quickly ducked into the glove compartment, springing out with a small baggie that his brother missed when he bounded over to the man. From this distance, the backpacker seemed elated as Elon returned, looking pleased with himself.

“What was that?” Ray placed the last paper sack into the trunk, away from the windows.

“Expanding my business to the east coast,” he answered confidently. His eyes went round at the sight of a police trooper against the tangerine horizon, ushering everyone back inside so they could get back on their way.

It was past dark when they pulled into the parking lot of a state campsite, virtually all for themselves. Egon felt out of place when he gandered at his reflection in the mirror of the visitor’s bathroom, t-shirt and Peter’s lounge pants replacing his normal pajamas. He was starting to miss his cap and gown- it certainly would’ve protected against prospective ticks better than the short man’s bottoms leaving his ankles bare.

Elon drove out to the lake, where Ray was put in charge of starting a fire and assembling smores. At some point during the little mass, you had stopped him passing one to Egon insisting that you see the inside. You crinkle your nose, before grabbing the bag of marshmallows and handing him one on a stick.

“How do you eat yours?” Your tone was professorial, as if you weren’t trying to interrogate him on how he toasted a mini cube of gelatin and sugar. Egon plucked it from you, holding it over the flame for all of three seconds. You made a face, taking it back. “There’s a right way to do it wrong.”

He watched as you let it burn completely charcoal black. Before he could refuse, you put a hand up, deep in concentration. Your fingers pinched the burnt outside, meticulously sliding it off to reveal a gooey, white center which you haphazardly rolled onto your palm after sampling the caramelized shell. “Try,” you held it out to him. Egon made a face in turn, silently refusing. He cowered, attempting to nix you when you climbed over your stump and onto his, eventually forcing the treat into his mouth. Reluctantly, he chewed, and found it wasn’t all that bad- if not a bit hot. He caught his brother’s eye as you sat back, licking the residue off your fingers, and the warmth and smoke of the fire caught up with him as he frowned. This was not enjoyable. This was the poisoned goblet

When the fire was out, they could really enjoy the night sky above them. It was an inky oil spill, dappled with the light of soft stars in an uncorrupted plane, vast and never ending as it rolled on in every possible direction. “It’s beautiful,” Christine marveled, curled up into her boyfriend while they sat on the grass.

Egon kept his eyes upward to avoid the sight of Elon’s fingers dancing along the hem of her pajamas. He muttered something about a better place to see it all, and they were off somewhere in the sloping hillside. Your knees were tucked into your chest when Ray leaned over, smiling.

“Have you ever seen stars like this?” You broke out into your own smile, shaking your head.

“Never,” you clenched and unclenched your hands, appealing smaller. Egon could feel that pull in between his eyes, that involuntary darkness in his face. But it wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at his friend. Where was this coming from?

Peter stood then, shaking refuse from himself. “C’mon, Ray. I’ll grab the camera and we can go up there for some good pictures.”

Ray stayed sitting with his legs crossed. “Oh, it’s okay. You can see it great down here.”

“Oh, you’re so much better with the camera than me,” Peter persisted.

“I wouldn’t say that-” Ray started to wave his friend off, before he was hoisted to his feet and led off into the darkness somewhere. That left only you and him.

You rose when they disappeared over the trees, unlocking the trunk and propping it open as far as it could go. After clearing the way from stray bags and luggage, you procured a blanket that hung over the backseat, draping in across the bed and settling in. Egon looked on stiffly, before you touched the space next to yourself. “Because you don’t like the grass,” you said simply.

He sat, legs dangling over the edge of the car ungracefully. You didn’t seem to mind. “Isn’t it perfect?” you venerated heavenward. Egon took in the celestial body, marbling in a color he had only seen on your sweaters. Other hues swirled and mixed with each other, creating a depth that he was sure would match your corneas. Airglow flowed out from within Andromeda, streaks of energy peeking and hiding within a dark backdrop that mirrored the flow of your hair. The stars speckled everything in sight, being everything and nothing at the same time, content with vacuity and shining in abundance. He nodded, transfixed.

“I never realized that stars weren’t just…dots. Now they’re in front of me, and they’re things .” you expressed, attempting to trace them into vaster shapes. “It’s a shame the moon isn’t out.”

Egon did the same, scanning for a constellation. “Burning groups of hydrogen turning into helium, letting out electromagnetic radiation.”

You twinkled. “Show-off.” You leaned back on your hands, before sitting back up, digging around and emerging with the cake from earlier. “You hid it back here?” you judged him playfully, stealing two forks from the glove compartment.

“One for you,” you pressed a fork down the middle of the, surprisingly undamaged, dessert, “and one for me.” Egon was wary as you took a piece from his half, bringing it to his lips. His pupils crossed as you held it between his eyes, and he held back as if it was venom. He took the fork from you instead, whatever fluttery feeling that was happening in his abdomen flying away.

You took your own bite, and nearly melted. “What’s in this?” you said around a mouthful of cake. Egon savored some of the pleasant, treacly chocolate flavor.

“Cherries,” Egon deduced, the both of you going back for more. At some point, you had clutched his arm, eyes wide and glowing.

“A shooting star!” you pointed, the streak of light soaring through space for a mere few more seconds before it faded as quick as it appeared. “Did you make a wish?”

He sat unaffectedly, arm tingling where you had touched him. “An archaic superstition.”

You raised a brow, sitting back again. “You believe in ghosts and possession, but not wishing on stars?”

Egon didn’t have an answer, and a silence fell when you brought yourself back to the cosmos. “If I had the time, I’d look more into astronomy.” He didn’t know what forced that out, perhaps it was the vulnerability of megacosm enveloping him.

“If you had time?”

“Astrology, if I had an eternity.” Egon paused, when you let out a noise of acknowledgment. “Its connections with the paranormal are worth researching, however frivolous.” In the corner of his vision, you were sitting and staring. Eyelids low, gaze burning and expression unguarded. Poison.

“You’re not just a robotic physicist.”

He was lost for words. “To who?”

“To me, at least.” Egon’s eyes studied every bit of your face, like a robotic physicist. Eyes with a depth that matched the hues of the night sky. Hair flowing like the airglow of space. There was a beating in his ears, drowning out sounds of rustling grasses and a rippling lake in the wind. If the universe had a tangible sound, it’d be this. And it sounded like your breathing. It all created a new layer of confusion for him. This reverie was voluntary. So why could he see ether within you? The medley of matter and the atemporal shine of stars?

An indecent noise pulled him from his rumination, though it did nothing to raise his temperature even higher than it already was. “They must’ve really missed each other,” you remarked, climbing over the backseat to grab your toiletries. Egon frowned, watching your figure retreat in the direction of the visitor’s bathroom. He only followed in case you’d get lost. But his insides still felt stark.

Egon woke when your head hit the trunk door, and you winced in pain. He sat up, not quite remembering electing to sleep in the commodious back seat, but recognizing that he was no longer in the middle of a park. He clutched the blanket pooled around his middle closer to himself, feeling like an indecent woman as you got the door open. This was a parking lot. To a diner.

“Well, don’t you two look nice.”

“You left us,” you stood at your friend’s table, not nearly as chastened at being in the middle of a busy restaurant in your sleep clothes as Egon was.

Christine smiled apologetically, putting her mug down, “Sorry, you just looked so peaceful.”

You both returned to the table after freshening up in the bathroom equally as eager to eat the breakfast that was ordered in your absence. Before having anything of your own, you split off a piece of the pie Christine saved and wordlessly slid it over to Egon. He ate it just as wordlessly.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Ray started from across the table, “The book you were reading earlier- it was Liliom, right? Are you a fan of Rodgers and Hammerstein?”

You brightened. Egon didn’t much enjoy the taste of pie anymore. “Oh, yeah! I love Carousel,” you clenched and unclenched your hands again.

“That’s great! My graduating class did Carousel!” Ray leaned forward. You parroted him.

“In highschool?” You asked, awestruck. “I’m jealous.”

“What’s Carousel?” Peter wondered indolently, buttering a piece of toast.

“It’s this opera-musical about a mill worker-”

“Who falls in love with a carnival barker-”

“But he dies trying to provide for her! And he has to redeem himself for their future daughter.” you say simultaneously, breaking out into a fit of laughter. Egon felt ill.

“You were going to see Midsummer Night's Dream, right?” The question slipped out without much thought from him, though without any resistance or regret.

He added sugar to his coffee while you wiped your eye. “Yeah, there’s a revival in this theater with the best costume design.”

“I’m surprised you enjoy it so much. I mean, it is a parody of its audience.”

You narrowed your eyes in the same owlish way you did at the chalkboard. “A parody of the audience?”

“Lysander, Hermia, Helena, Demetrius?” he offered. “Do they not mock the audience’s romantics?”

“They’re young and in love . They’re more of an ode to the audience, if anything- look at Hermia.”

Egon clicked his tongue, watching on as your passion sparked. “Her argument in the woods speaks otherwise. It mimics the efforts of the showgoers.”

“It mimics their situation!” There was the flame. He smiled to himself. This was familiar. This wasn’t confusing.

The back and forth continued, both developing a thesis: you asserted that love was arbitrary and that’s what makes it special, and he argued that love was arbitrary and that’s what makes it fleeting. You were brought to a standstill when Elon charmed a local motel owner into letting everyone use the showers- only being let in after vowing that no one in your party was a “hippie-lunatic-drug-dealer.”

What would’ve been an afternoon to get to the beach turned into an evening, when unexpected downpour managed to back up the highways. It didn’t seem to bother Elon or Ray, as they found an indoor flea market to explore while they waited for the storm to pass. It wasn’t all bad- there were endless tchotchkes to look at and Christine had managed to haggle for some unexpectedly good donuts.

The car eventually pulled into the beach town at night, joining dozens of others in the parking lot of an ocean themed motel. It was close enough to the boardwalk that the neon signs reflected off the windows, shining in Egon’s blinking eyes. Ray looked on eagerly as you popped the trunk.

“You saw the size of that coaster, right?” he asked Peter.

“Sure did.”

“We’re going on it, right?”

“Sure are.”

“You guys coming?” He asked you and Egon, making sure he still had his wallet.

You looked around, noticing that your friend and her boyfriend disappeared, probably at the front desk. Then you noticed all the stuff left to bring in. “Don’t wait up,” you breathed out, letting the men race each other to the attractions.

Egon started to help you pull bags out, before you gasped, looking up at something over your shoulder and stopping him. “What?” he followed your gaze to the yellow-lit windows of the kitsch inn.

“They’re catching up on lost time,” you dismissed him, “let’s just-” you put everything down, shutting the door. There was a beat of quiet filled with the sounds of fun from the oceanside, before you turned to him, grinning at the absurdity of the situation. “We’re stuck out here.”

You lead him towards the boardwalk, hands in your pockets. “I don’t suppose you’re a fan of rides,” you assumed.

“I’m not. You can go ahead. I’ll just,” he pushed up his glasses, “wait.”

“No way.” Egon was confused as you threw a few glances around, before stealing over to the edge of the wooden boulevard. “Come on,” you clutched a woven rope.

There wasn’t much for him to do but follow, cringing at the feeling of sand under his shoes. You led him rather quickly, only stopping to get a better sense of direction. “Don’t you need a license to be on the beach?” Egon put out.

You halted at the bottom of a formation of large rocks. “It’s the beach,” you made your way up them like a staircase, “I shouldn’t need one.”

Egon sighed, prudently doing as you did when you waited for him at the top. They weren’t that high, just slippery from the tide as they formed what was natural and short pier. “This isn’t safe,” he warned, anxiously watching as you teetered to the end. “There are rules against this.”

“Just look,” you pointed upwards once he cagily caught up to you. The moon was finally visible, white beams bathing everything in a dim, pale light. It seemed so close from here. “Turn around,” you patted him on the shoulder.

Egon hesitantly agreed, only turning around when he felt your clothes hit his back and heard your footsteps running down the makeshift wharf. There was a hearty splash when he raced to the ledge, pupils dilated when you didn’t come back up. He chucked off his shirt, diving in after you.

Your head popped out above the foaming surface of the ocean, laughing madly as you wiped the water from his face. “I remembered I can’t swim,” you gasped, gleefully holding onto Egon’s shoulders in an attempt to stay afloat. He blinked away salt from his eyes when there was the sound of a whistle from down the beach, making him hold you closer to himself.

Egon regarded the way moonlight bounced off your smiling face, seawater lapping around where you held him. Poisonous.

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natsmagi · 6 months ago

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some more natsume gender posting but i do admittedly get very annoyed when i see people claim natsume hates things related to femininity because thats just. Blatantly not true. i did make a post a little while back talking about natsumes gender generally (might be a lil dated by now but eh), but there are some additional points id like to make

first thing being natsume very much enjoys more feminine things!! particularly things related to baking/gardening because thats what he would do with his mom when he was little!!!! (plus his newly added skill being cooking!)

with this and his undying love for his mom in mind, does it not make sense for natsume to hold feminine activities fondly? not only is he quite good at it, but it reminds him of his childhood spent with his mom!! he looks up to her alot!! and hes also thankful for the childhood he had because it makes him feel more unique. literally how does any of this read as a hatred towards femininity or his upbringing??? his mom is literally his number 1 inspiration and shes the reason he had this upbringing to begin with. Frankly the assumption that he hates feminine things just flat out does not make sense

and he doesnt even necessarily mind things like "-chan" either. though this one depends entirely on the person. for example kanata is allowed to call natsume nacchan but if tsumugi calls him natsume-chan blood will be spilt. to re-emphasize the point made in my previous post; natsumes biggest concern is being viewed as weak. he hates being infantilized more than anything. when tsumugi calls natsume "natsume-chan" thats not tsumugi feminizing natsume, thats tsumugi reminiscing on the child natsume he used to know. when tsumugi calls natsume "natsume-chan" it feels like hes not being taken seriously, that hes still viewed as a child, that he hasnt matured (which is also why he doesnt like being called "cute" bc. yknow. kids r cute). and this is a REALLY big insecurity of his. he hates being viewed as naive. In the same vein though, natsume is insecure about not being manly enough too (such as him viewing his inability to swim as "not manly"). Which is also a really interesting point of discussion when it comes to natsumes character! but its important to note that his insecurity in his masculinity does NOT translate to a hatred of femininity. natsumes relationship with gender is an incredibly nuanced one and its so frustrating when people dont even bother trying to read into it and just completely generalize his character

with that said natsume DOES have some internalized misogyny though. But this ones kinda hard to navigate as. well. Almost the entire cast has had some to a certain extent at some point. esp in the early stories. which could all just be bad writing. But it adds to the complexities of femininity and womanhood, how the two are often associated despite being distinct from one another. and with this distinction between the two it adds ANOTHER interesting layer to natsume and his own relationship with gender, because we know he didnt mind being raised as a girl (its just incredibly fucking embarrassing that people know about it), yet his views on gender seem kind of........ Conservative. with him assuming anzu is bad at games bc shes a girl, claiming arashis lying to kids by calling herself a princess, worried that people will view him as less of a man for being unable to swim, etc etc. Like you truly cannot just read ONE story and think you now have a full grasp on natsume and his relationship with his gender. i cannot stress enough how complex it is. but this complexity is exactly what makes it resonate. if you're insecure, it makes sense for you to develop a toxic habit of punching down in order to get higher, esp since we know natsume doesnt handle his emotions super well

this section will be very speculatory and is just my own personal analyzis, so dont take it as gospel. But from my understanding it seems like natsume does genuinely enjoy more feminine things, but hes caught up in gender expectations (potentially due to him knowing both what its like to be a girl and a guy?) that this can cause him to say admittedly quite bigoted things due to his insecurities. natsume is a character that wants to be perceived a certain way; he wants to be cool, mysterious, alluring, but as we should all know by now This is a front he puts on. he very often puts on fronts and lies about his true nature and intentions. which all reads like a fear of authenticity. i dont think natsume genuinely holds those beliefs previously listed, he is just afraid of being vulnerable and, once again, having weak points exposed. he was told to be a girl when he was little and now hes basically told to be a guy without having the Common Guy Upbringing, which can easily turn into developing beliefs of toxic masculinity if you're the type who "plays the part" rather than being your authentic self. hes being told what a man is by the world around him so he tried to shape himself into it to play the part. He can be very blunt and cruel in his words to others, but i personally just see it as a projection from his end. its an attempt at making himself seem better and manlier than he actually is by using his words where hes lacking in action. You can pull off alot of mind games with a simple sentence alone. words can paint a deceiving picture if used correctly, and natsume is a fortune teller; if anyone knows how to say the right thing to get a certain impression from someone its him

i do also think its important to note that as time goes on natsume is starting to express himself genuinely more. Just like the rest of the enstars cast; his story is one of growth and bettering yourself as a person. coming to terms with who you are and learning to let others in

either way. im not one to gatekeep but i need ppl who dont read switch stories to stop speaking so definitively on natsumes relationship with his gender or im gonna start throwing rocks at people

TLDR this shit is NUANCED and to say its 100% this or 100% that does it a disservice to me

#THERE IS SO MUCH U CAN DISCUSS ABT HIS CHARACTER BUT NO ONE CARESSSSSSSSSSSSS #my guy has TOXIC TRAITS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT HE IS UNLEARNING OVER TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#this is very rambly but whatever. Word vomit #also reminder that gender does not need to be binary. Incase anyone forgot #nat rambles #nat enst posting

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pictureinme · 1 year ago

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hcs for taking care of cillian charcters when they’re sick & when you get sick in return?

thank you thank you for this! i decided to put a few more characters for this, i love the concept LOL

patricia 'kitten' braden

» she is the epitome of 'woe is me' when she's sick - pillows upon pillows, tissues everywhere, a hand upon her forehead as she wears her most extravagant nightgown... she has appearances to keep up! » she requests you to dote on her every need - spoon-feeding her soup, putting on her favorite records and lighting the loveliest of candles when the overhead light is just too much to bear » once she recovers, you've fallen just as ill - she apologizes PROFUSELY for making you kiss her constantly, but how could she abstain from you?! » she cooks for you, making sure you're getting every single nutrient to heal fast - picture soups full of veggies, assorted fruit, and, frankly, disgusting smoothies because she read about it in cosmo

neil lewis

» honestly pathetically arrogant, let's be real - swears he's just fine, tries to keep running the store but he sneezed on a copy of 'dr. strangelove' a customer was trying to rent and lucien kicked him out (for everyone's benefit) » once you have him at home, he wears three masks and gloves, spraying everything down with lysol for fear of getting you sick - the only thing he accepts from you is little snacks and the meds he forgot » you somehow get sick despite his best efforts ... even though he did make you throw out all of his various tissues - he immediately goes to webmd with whatever symptoms you present & definitely micromanages your meds schedule » asks marcia and her husband for advice, but only kind they've got is related to their little bundle of joy - they do, however, send him back home with a fuck ton of goodies for you to wake up to from your sickly nap

emma skillpa

» hides her sickness from you as long as possible, to the point of her passing out mid cleaning - luckily you catch her, and she is beyond embarrassed. "oh, please don't worry, i'll be back on my feet in no time!" » you carry her up the stairs, laying her on her bed, and she can't help but swoon at your control of the situation - she tells you exactly the things she needs, sometimes attempting to get out of bed herself to get them. she already has some soup frozen in the ice box, so all you have to do is thaw them » she goes full emma mode when you've fallen ill after taking such good care of her - calls your place of work, telling them you've fallen deathly ill and need a week off (what a gem she is). makes sure you drink every last bit of soup, no ifs or buts » genuinely does not let you leave the bedroom for the entire week, even if you've already recovered by that point - spends time with you, of course, but she has lots to do around the house! maybe being held captive by emma wasn't so bad, hm?

jackson rippner

» cannot STAND being sick, especially with the delays in his job that could occur - however, he very much enjoys you doting on him like his little caretaker. he can't resist playing house » makes sure you attend to his every need, especially while wearing a cute little outfit (nurse costume unnecessary, but not out of the question) - "come on, do a little spin for me, it's the least you can do. i'm a sick man who needs his meds from his oh so sexy wife!" » you falling ill was not in the itinerary, but he loves how cute you look bundled up in the sheets - he pokes fun at you, but still gets you all the stuff you need » if he has to leave for a job in the middle of your sickness, he leaves you with a nest of items you could ever possibly need, as well as an on-call doctor he knows for... reasons - "i'll just be a few states away, but if shit gets serious, don't hesitate to call my burner. yes, i need it for this job, i don't know why. please stop asking so many questions."

jonathan crane

» you can barely tell he's sick for the first few days, but you notice the redness around his nose - when you bring it up, he immediately shoots you down. "darling, if i was sick, i couldn't be doing my job, now could i?" » meanwhile, the next time you see him, he's passed out in his office chair with tissues stuffed in his pocket like a lapel. you bring him back to your place so he can properly rest - he wakes up confused, but silently grateful for the glass of water and medicine you placed on the nightstand next to him » having him stay at your place got you sick pretty fast, and you couldn't believe how he was surviving with the level of congestion you're having - he stays home from work enough to dote on you in his own special way, taking note of your symptoms to properly take care of you » he only goes to the office a few times to bring you back some high doses of medicine you couldn't get over the counter at a cvs, so you could heal as fast as possible - "i know the pills are bigger than normal, but you only have to take them once a day for the rest of the week. don't be such a crybaby."

#patricia braden x reader #kitten braden x reader #neil lewis x reader #emma skillpa x reader #jackson rippner x reader #jonathan crane x reader #cillian murphy x reader

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 7 months ago

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Goddess

Lily had a great time connecting with Gale in the astral plane and wonders if that's going to translate to "real" sex. (Spoiler alert: it does.) NSFW.

Lily stared at the moon shield and tried to imagine the stars in the sky beyond the Shadow Curse. Where we made love last night. Well, our souls did? Or something? It was romantic and lovely, but does this mean he doesn’t want to have physical sex? Ever?

She was taken out of her increasingly frantic thoughts by the object of her affection. Gale’s hand touched the small of her back, right at the base of her tail. “I still maintain that the incredibly terrible light here does nothing to diminish your beauty, sweetness. Remembering how you were bathed in starlight as our souls came together makes me feel such utter joy…joy I haven’t felt in some time.”

“Me too. It’s all been wonderful so far, and last night was incredible. Magical.” In so many ways…every way… “I just, well…” she fidgeted slightly. “You clearly enjoy being intimate in the astral but are we…you know…going to…” THIS IS SO AWKWARD! WHY AM I DOING THIS!??! “Have real sex?” Real sex?! Oh for fuck’s sake, I’m done for. She could feel her cheeks getting hotter with every passing second, her embarrassment rising.

Gale’s hand on her back stilled as his mouth dropped open, turning his head to face her. “Of course I do! Did I…oh gods…did I suggest in some way that I didn’t?”

She looked away from him, the embarrassment and now creeping shame too much. “No, but you just really seem to like that and made a point of saying that’s the way the gods do it.” Tears stung her demonic purple eyes. “I’m not a goddess, Gale.”

He shook his head vehemently. “To me you are. And if my beloved goddess wishes to have sex, then,” The hand at the base of her tail suddenly traveled further south, grabbing a generous handful of her behind. Lily let out a small squeak, her cheeks reddening more. “She shall be thoroughly fucked until satisfied by her most devoted supplicant.” His normally soft voice was now a low growl, and when she dared to glance at him, his brown eyes were blown wide with lust. “Would you like that, o goddess of war and beauty?”

It was not the first time Lily found herself speechless around Gale. She could only nod as she kissed him. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. The kiss grew more passionate every second. Both of his hands were on her ass now, squeezing as he moaned into her mouth.

“I will treat you like the deity you are, darling. I will spoil you. I will worship you. I will—”

She felt his very large erection against her thigh. “Go somewhere private before someone finds us?” Lily laughed softly, pushing him away slightly.

Nodding, he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. “Yes. Of course.” When his eyes opened, he took her hand. “You’re sure? I-oh. It’s your first time, isn’t it? Gods, I—” He stopped speaking as one of her clawed fingers touched his lips.

“Yes it is. Yes I want this. Yes I want you, preferably inside me sooner than later.” She smiled warmly at him. “I love you.” Leaning her head down slightly, their foreheads touched briefly.

“I love you too.” They walked back to camp in a comfortable silence. When they reached her tent, he cleared his throat. “Meet me in the same spot as last night, my sweet. I’m not making love to you on a bloody bedroll in the middle of camp. You’ll have every comfort I can conjure; I promise.”

Oh Gale. “Love, you don’t have to do anything special—”

He grinned. “At the very least, you deserve a bed. And so do I, frankly. Sleeping on the ground has done a number on my back and hips.” Bringing her hand to his lips, he pressed a kiss to it. “Seek and you shall find me…”

Lily did find him a short while later, in the same field as the previous night. But unlike the previous night, there was a giant, four-poster bed in the middle of the field. Gale leaned rather cockily against one of the posters. “And here I was thinking you’d just make a really nice tent for us.” She giggled, pulling him into a hug.

“My dear lady, dream bigger! I beg of you!” He caressed her freckled pink cheek. “After all, I’m your magic man. I can make all your fantasies become reality. I can enchant you as well as the night sky. I can create illusions that exist solely to pleasure you. I can—”

She shook her head. “Gale, I want you. I just want you. I don’t need anything else.” I mean, I could use some chocolate, but that’s another thing entirely. Running her fingers through his gray-streaked brown hair, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You’re enough for me, love. Just as you are.”

He blinked. “I…A-are you quite sure, my dear? I can make this already wonderful night even more so for you. Truly magical.” It was his turn to shake his head. “You’d really have me as I am? A fat, middle-aged failure of a wizard—oh!” Grabbing his face with her hands, she kissed him soundly.

Still kissing him, she murmured, “Shut. Up. Gale. And. Fuck. Me. Senseless.” PLEASE.

“As the lady commands.” With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Gale snapped his fingers, leaving them naked and their clothes folded neatly on a blanket nearby. Of course he magicked them into little organized piles. Of course he did. The wizard drank in the sight of Lily, soulful brown eyes becoming wide. “Gods, you are gorgeous. Just look at you, my love---perfect in every way…” He breathed, hands going up and down her soft sides. “A goddess among us…how blessed am I?” As his lips touched hers, he reached for his bun and undid the tie, letting his gray-streaked locks flow. “Shall we?”

Lily lay down on the bed on her side, an arm trying to cover her breasts. “Sorry in advance if I’m not good.” She chuckled nervously, watching his expression change from playful to serious.

Now laying down and facing her, his brown eyes stared into hers. “Sweetest and dearest Lily, that won’t happen.” His lips captured hers in a slow yet passionate kiss. “I’ve done the calculations, you see, and it is mathematically impossible for you to be bad in bed, darling.”

She giggled softly, running a clawed hand down his hairy chest. “Is that so, Mr. Yummy Magic Man?” Gods, he is so hairy, and I fucking love it.

“Indeed. You cannot fail. It simply will not be. Do you know why, my beautiful flower?” Upon seeing her shake her head, he continued. “Because, no matter what, being with you in any way…in every way…will always be wonderful.” He kissed along her jaw, causing her to moan softly. “You are a goddess of passion---both on the battlefield and off.” His kisses became more frantic as he went down her neck to her chest. “To see you in a rage, wild magic positively erupting from you, as you cleave enemies like a hot knife through butter…gods,” His fingers traced along her ridges and then one of his perfect, just perfect hands began to caress one of her large breasts. “You don’t know what you do to me, my love.”

“I can imagine—oh gods, please…” She teased but then suddenly moaned as he took her other breast in his mouth.

Speak to me, sweetheart. Tell me how this feels.

Really nice. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.

Oh my love, I never plan to. I want to pleasure you. I want to worship you, sweet goddess of passion. Please give unto your humble supplicant a token of your favor.

After spending an equal amount of time worshipping her other breast, he pushed himself up and backwards. Now on his knees, Gale smiled as he nudged a pillow under Lily’s behind. “For your comfort and mine. Now, where was I? Oh yes!” He rubbed his hands together excitedly. “Time for my second supper.” He winked before diving towards the apex of her thick thighs.

Gods, you are incredible, darling. Simply incredible. Is…all this for me?

Yes. Been like this since…well, the night I tried to channel the Weave with you.

Sweetness, that was several weeks ago!!!!!! Are you telling me you’ve been suffering like this for that long?! And you didn’t say anything?!?!? You know I would’ve done something sooner had that been the case. By the gods, you will never go that long without relief ever again. Starting right now, my love.

I-I didn’t…I was really embarrassed, love.

Whatever for? It’s perfectly natural to feel sexual arousal. Goodness knows I’ve had quite a bit of it since we’ve started this journey, and well, until Elminster stabilized the orb, I couldn’t exactly do anything about it.

Are you saying that if you jacked off you might’ve set off the orb?

Yes?

Holy shit. If it weren’t so fucking serious, I’d find it really funny. I mean, it’s not funny at all. Nope.

Lily darling, many nights I felt the intense pull of desire, my loins positively aching—

She tried and failed to hold in a giggle.

You can’t just say loins and not expect me to giggle!

Poor me, my normally sweet lover teasing me when I suffered so.

Lily laughed and reached for his long locks, claws lightly scraping against his scalp.

Oh hush you! My poor handsome wizard, going to explode in another way if he didn’t touch himself.

The only exploding I wish to do, my dear, is inside you…that is, if that’s alright. I can always pull out—

No! It’s fine. I’d like that.

You’re sure?

I am…and thanks for asking. It’s weird to say, but…you know what I mean.

Her face turned hotter by the second between her embarrassment and his ministrations.

Gods Gale, where…how…did you learn to be so fucking good at this?

Plenty of practice, my beautiful flower. With practice, one perfects. I strive for perfection in all things. I would know you as well as you know yourself. Know how to make you sing so sweetly for me. Know how to draw out your pleasure until you’re screaming and begging me to give you bliss. Know how to give you all you desire.

Gale heard her pant and moan softly and felt no small modicum of pride.

Do you like this, sweetheart? Does this feel good?

Yes. Gods yes. Never felt like this ever…

Have you…have you never come before, my love?

No? I don’t think so?

Oh goodness me, well. I see. I must be perfect then. More than perfect. Universe shattering.

Wha—

“Oh gods!” She gasped as a long finger entered her.

If you think that’s wonderful, sweetness, just wait until I put a second finger inside. And a third. Must prepare you for me, after all.

W-what? Are you saying you’re as big as you were in the astral?

My dear lady, I am indeed that big.

He could not help but chuckle when he heard her gasp in as many moments.

What’s the matter? His Majesty got your tongue, Lady Lily?

You’re incredible.

Because I have a large cock, a large brain, or both?

Because you’re you, and I love you…

I love you too. So, so much.

Oh gods, that’s another finger…Gale, fucking hells…

Can you take one more? Just one more, darling.

Fuck yes, of course I can.

As the lady wishes…

His fingers curled inside her, and he felt begin to flutter around him. He sucked more and harder, his hips thrusting from his own arousal.

Gale. Gale. Gale. Oh gods. Gale love. Please. Oh gods.

Lily let out several soft pants as she came. Universe shattering. He was right on the money there.

Good to know.

Oops. Well. Yeah, that was amazing.

In turn licking her spend on his mouth and wiping his beard, he winked at her, head resting on her belly. “You should know, my sweet, I plan on doing that several times a day.”

“Is that so, love?” She traced the shell of an ear with a claw, a languid grin on her face. “Surely not after I’ve been fighting?” Oh please, he gets turned on when I’m covered in blood and guts. And Astarion said he’s always watching my ass in battle.

“I would live between your beautiful thighs if you let me.” Oh shit, he’s serious. “You are undoubtedly the sweetest I’ve ever tasted,” He heaved and positioned himself over her, one hand guiding himself to her entrance and the other next to her head. “Tell me if you’re at all uncomfortable, darling. Promise me you will.” Gale whispered, pressing a kiss beneath the base of a horn.

Her demonic purple eyes met his, and her heart melted into goo. He loves me. He really, really, really loves me. I love you too, my beautiful man. “I will.”

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me. G-good…gods…” Groaning, he stuttered as he began to slide inside her. “You are…so tight…heaven help me, Lily…my love…my goddess…my world…my everything…” It was some time (he went so slowly because he didn’t want me to experience any pain), but when he finally filled her completely, he moaned a long, drawn out, “fuck.”

Which Lily found quite funny! He’s so cute and funny and SO BIG. “Can we stay like this for a second, love?”

“Of course. Of course. As much time as you need, my love.”

Her hands that were on his shoulders moved down his soft sides. “You can be on top of me, you know. I don’t mind.”

He swallowed thickly. “I, erm…I-I worry about being too much—”

This is something we both need to get over, so I might as well have us start that little journey now. She caressed his sides and sighed. “I love you, and you’re never too much for me. Bigger, smaller…it doesn’t matter. It’s you I love. All of you.” It must be the same for me too. Mum always says I need to be kinder to myself. If I can be kind to him---the man I love---then I should at least try to be kind to me.

A noise that sounded like a choked sob emerged from him as he lowered the rest of his body onto hers. Sighing in relief, he whispered, “No one’s ever said that before.”

WHAT?! “Oh?”

“Never. Not until you….so, thank you. And before you think me a terrible lover, I, of course, think the same as you.” He pressed several kisses against her jaw. “You can never be too big for me, darling.” He said with a smile as he kissed her on her lips. OH?!?!?

One of the hands on his side traveled down to his behind, giving it a squeeze. “You can move now, Gale love.”

Rolling his hips slowly, he chuckled as he kissed her neck. “I notice you ignored that last bit, sweetness. Did that bother you?”

“No,” she said a few moments of thinking. “It doesn’t. I guess it’s just nice to know you won’t…” It’s too terrible to even say, because I know he never would. I…I…I need to know. “Leave me once I’m not swinging a sword around daily more.”

His thrusts increased in speed as she spoke. “Good gods, Lily! I would never. Never.” He grunted and did several hard thrusts. “I vow…here and now…I will…always…desire you…always…my sweet Lily…” One of his hands by her head reached towards her red curls at the apex of her thighs.

Come for me again, my love.

Gale…

Please. Please, darling. Please. I need you to come one more time for me. Just one more, sweetness.

So close…

Be a good girl and come for me…

When she cried out in pleasure a second later, Gale felt a joy he had not felt in a very long time.

Lily…my love…I…

With three more thrusts, he came. Feeling sated, truly sated, for the first time in a year, he sighed as her long arms hugged him tightly. Neither said anything for a few moments, content to stay as they were.

As Gale shifted and rolled off her, he conjured damp washcloth and began to clean her. “You feeling alright, my dear? Any soreness?” He murmured, his warm gaze meeting hers.

She shook her head. “No. Could…could I ask you something?” Don’t sound stupid. Don’t sound stupid. He hummed, and she took a deep breath. “Is it going to be like this every time?”

A small smirk tugged on his lips. “Oh darling, this is only the start. Our collective pleasure will only increase exponentially now. We can explore each other, find all the ways to please the other, give all of ourselves to the other…so no, it won’t be like this every time.” He conjured a second washcloth for himself. “It will be better.” His expression went from pleased to frankly smug as fuck. He’s so sexy. Fuck. “Would you like to hear about something I have in mind for a future lovemaking session, sweetness?”

She nodded, utterly transfixed by him.

“You sit on my face, I devour you, and your tail gives me the best…well, handjob of my life.” He scrunched his nose in the cutest way. “I suppose more accurately it’s a tailjob, but the tail is acting as a hand, so it could also be a handjob—”

Lily burst out laughing, her tail whacking him on his leg. “I get the bloody picture! Tail handjob! Got it!” She grinned widely at him. “I love you.”

He laughed softly and rolled his eyes. “I love you too.” Gale curled into Lily’s soft side and entwined one of his hands with hers.

“It sounds lovely, by the way. I’d be into doing that.” She said as her tail gently swayed back and forth. Just be very careful, Lily. Very careful.

“I’m glad.” He paused, his thumb rubbing her gently. “You may speak to me about any desires you have. You know that, yes?” Smiling, his gaze met hers. “And not simply desires, darling! Anything. Everything. I swear nothing can be too strange or outlandish for me. You wouldn’t believe—”

She giggled into the kiss that silenced him.

What I want is to cuddle with you as we sleep. We can figure out everything else later.

Right. Yes. Of course.

He ended the kiss (not a fan of that) and rolled over onto his other side, his backside now pressed against her front. “Darling, forgive me if I haven’t said this before now, but you feel incredible. How lucky am I to have bedded the goddess who walks among us mere mortals?” Her response was to giggle. “Oh, is that all you have to say, Lady Lily Wildheart? Or should I say, The Goddess of Passion?” As his voice became more dramatic, her giggles turned into laughter. “You are—”

“Totally and completely in love with you, Gale.”

He brought her hand that was on his side to his lips. “As am I, my dear. Since the moment you pulled me from that portal.” He murmured, holding her hand to his heart, over the now-silent orb. “I can never love another now that I have loved you.”

Oh fucking hells, there he goes again being so romantic and perfect and amazing and smart and funny and sexy and FUCK. “How is it you put my exact feelings into such lovely words?”

Gale stifled a yawn before answering. “Because, my dear, I’ve ready many, many, many books.”

Goodnight, my love. I shall try to dream of us and this wonderful night we shared.

One last thing…astral sex or what we just did?

Lily, both have their merits—

Gale.

Fine. Nothing can compare to eating your terribly delicious pussy. Absolutely nothing. Dying between your thighs is my preferred way to depart this world, I’ll have you know.

Gale. Love, you can die between my thighs when we’re very old. Not any time soon.

He did not answer her right away, humming softly as she drifted to sleep.

Then she heard him before it claimed her.

For you, my goddess, I will do my best to live.

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Fourth - Chapter 2 - One Week Old

Emily and Aaron get through the newborn stage, also known as the 'fourth trimester', together.

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Hi friends,

Thanks so much for the love on part 1. I really hope you like this too. As always let me know what you think <3

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Emily had always prided herself on being able to function on very little sleep. It started when she was young, a wild teenager who’d sneak back into the embassy just a handful of hours before she had to be at school, and it was a skill she refined as she got older, her chosen career not one that was kind to someone who needed a full nights sleep. It had lulled her into a false sense of security, a lick of arrogance in her veins before Lucas had been born whenever someone told her she’d never known tiredness like it.

It turned out, much to her irritation and embarrassment, that they’d been right.

Lucas hated sleep. In the week since he’d been born, he’d slept no more than an hour at a time, and when he did sleep he’d only do it in her arms or Aaron’s, his cheek pressed against one of their chests when he finally gave into the sleep he fought so hard. His preference for Emily was clear, his cries and whimpers taking longer to give way to precious silence whenever he was with Aaron.

She felt like a raw nerve, stripped back of everything that made her her, and no matter how often Aaron told her she was doing a good job, that she was an excellent mother, she didn’t believe him.

She suppresses a yawn and kisses Lucas’s temple, tilting her head just enough to make sure he is still asleep. Relief and love rush through her in equal measure at his relaxed face, his kissable cheek squished against her sternum.

“You’re so lucky you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, sweet boy,” she whispers, kissing his temple again, leaving her lips pressed against his soft skin, “And I hope you know that in approximately 14 years when I’m the most embarrassing person in your life, I’ll be telling all your friends how you used to refuse to sleep anywhere but right here.”

She hears a soft, chuckle from the doorway and looks up to find her husband standing there, his smile tired as he looks at them on the couch, “I have a feeling he’ll always want to be exactly where you are.”

She rests her cheek on top of her son’s head, her eyes drifting closed as she breathes him in, humming disbelievingly, “We’ll see.”

“JJ and Will just arrived,” he says quietly, nodding towards the front door, “They are on the porch armed with casseroles and what I think is a box full of Will’s famous beignets,” he smiles when her eyes flash. The mention of the sweet treat draws some joy out of the relentless tiredness that had settled over their home the last week, exhaustion and happiness so deeply intertwined since they’d brought Lucas home that Aaron thinks it may have leached into the walls, permanently changing the foundations of their home and their family, “JJ said they could come in or just leave the food and go home.”

Emily is sure she’s never loved their friends more, their offer one born out of being parents themselves, a level of understanding of the relentless nature of early parenthood that those without children didn’t have.

“Tell them they can come in,” she says, “It will be nice having some adult company that isn’t you,” her eyes go wide as she says it, as if she hadn’t realised she was going to and she winces, “No offence.”

His smile only gets wider and he winks at her, “None taken sweetheart. I’ll go let them in.”

She briefly thinks about what she looks like, her outfit made up of a tank top, chosen for ease for whenever she needs to feed her son, that had a couple of stains on it that she couldn’t, and frankly didn’t want to, name, and a pair of Aaron’s sweatpants to accommodate the diaper she was still in. He’d diligently rolled up the pant legs of the sweatpants for her that morning so she wouldn’t trip when pacing back and forth or swaying on the spot with Lucas as she tried to lull him to sleep.

Her concerns about her appearance, her unkempt clothes and unwashed hair, disappear the moment JJ and Will, laden with trays of casseroles, step into the room, wide smiles on their faces as they get closer.

“Look Lucas,” Emily says, shifting so the still sleeping baby’s face is visible to them, “It’s your Aunt JJ and Uncle Will.”

JJ smiles and settles on the couch next to her, “He looks so much like you, Em.”

“That’s what I keep saying,” Aaron interjects from the doorway, his smile only getting wider when Emily raises her eyebrow at him, “But she says he looks just like me.”

“He’s a lucky boy either way,” Will says, “He’s even more precious than the pictures showed,” he smiles at Emily, “How are you doing?”

She hums and chokes on a laugh, “Tired. Happy,” she says, something in her chest easing when he smiles at her with nothing but understanding shining in his eyes, “Overwhelmed.” Lucas shifts in her arms, drawing the attention of the adults in the room as he starts to whine, his face rubbing against her chest as he starts to root. Emily chuckles, “Excellent timing, Lukey.”

“I’ll take these through to the kitchen,” Will says as he turns to Aaron, “Is there anything that needs doing around the house I can help with?”

“Jack’s new game console isn’t working, he’s in the den, are you any good with electronics?” Aaron asks and Will shrugs, following him out into the hallway, his response fading as they walk away.

“Will did all the cooking and baking,” JJ says conversationally as she looks at Emily, watching as her friend soothes her son, already a natural at something she always knew she would be, “He even put post-it notes with reheating instructions on each of the casseroles. His mom always says you should never go visit a new mama empty-handed.”

Emily hums gratefully as she adjusts her hold on Lucas and pulls one side of her tank top down and unhooks her nursing bra, “You married a good one.”

JJ smiles nodding, as she twists her wedding ring around her finger, “So did you. Do you want me to give you some privacy?”, and Emily shakes her head, chuckling as Lucas latches on.

“You saw much worse at my bachelorette party,” Emily quips, a shiver passing through her at the memory of it, “Pen and absinthe are a dangerous combination.”

JJ laughs and nods, settling back on onto the couch, “Speaking of Pen,” she says, not missing how Emily tenses a little, “When I saw her today she said she was worried she’d upset you.”

Emily sighs, her gaze fixed on her son, the love she felt for him somehow even more overwhelming than it had been a week ago when she first saw his face.

“She dropped by unexpectedly a couple of days ago when you were all away on a case,” she explains as she looks up at JJ, understanding painted across her face as she nods, “It was right as we were trying to settle him down for a nap and…I may have snapped at her when she offered to take him from me,” she blows out a slow breath, “I meant to text her and apologise but I haven’t had a chance.”

She knew Penelope had meant well, that her offer of holding Lucas, of taking the tiny, screaming, baby from her was only done with love in mind, but it had tipped Emily over the edge. Her frayed nerves finally falling apart as she yelled at her friend that she knew what she was doing, that Lucas was her baby and she was the best thing for him. The guilt had been immediate when Penelope’s face fell, only made worse when she made a hasty exit only a few minutes later, a tight smile on her face as Aaron walked her out, their conversation muted as Emily focused on getting Lucas to sleep.

“You have nothing to apologise for, Em,” JJ assures her, her smile kind, “We both know she has a habit of overstepping sometimes and so does she. She’ll be fine.”

Emily hums as Lucas unlatches and she rests him against her shoulder, readjusting her clothes as she starts to pat his back, “Doesn’t make me feel any better about it though.”

“I know it doesn’t,” JJ says, smiling along with her as Lucas’s burp is punctuated by Aaron, Jack and Will exclaiming in joy from a few rooms over.

“I’m guessing Will got it working,” Emily says, “It was probably just unplugged or something but neither of us have slept in a week.”

JJ hears the self-deprecation in her friend’s voice, the uncharacteristic nervousness brought on by a lack of sleep and fluctuating hormones she knew all too well.

“Will is going to keep Jack busy for a while,” JJ says, smiling softly, “Or, more accurately, I’m imagining Jack and his video games will keep Will busy,” she laughs when Emily does, a flash of her usual self peeking out from behind the exhaustion, “So what do you need from me? I can take Lucas for a while if you need a break, or I can do some chores. Whatever you need.”

Emily sighs gratefully, not sure why it catches in her throat, the sound wet as it’s caught up in tears she never seemed to stop shedding, “It’s easier if I hold him,” she says, “He cries if anyone else tries. Can we…”

She drifts off, the request seeming nothing short of absurd as she chokes the words back. JJ reaches out for her, her hand on her arm as she squeezes, “Em, I won’t judge you no matter what it is. Can we what?”

She blows out a shaky breath and shakes her head at herself, unhooking one arm from around Lucas as she wipes tears from her cheeks, “Can we just…talk? About anything? All I’ve talked about in the last week is Lucas and I love him. I love him so much, but I need…”

She drifts off again and JJ smiles, finishing her sentence for her, “To feel like a person, not just a Mom.”

Emily’s shoulders almost sag with relief and she nods, more tears slipping onto her cheeks, “God yes.”

JJ smiles widely, her hand still on her arm, “Derek has started a new prank war with Spence, and it is not going well for him.”

She sighs contentedly, holding her son against her chest, as her friend gives her a taste of life outside of the small, happy, exhausting, bubble she’d been living in for a week.

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“He’s asleep,” Aaron says, looking down at the baby fast asleep on his chest as Emily walks out of the bathroom, the five minute shower she’d taken transformative, “You could have taken longer, we would have been fine.”

She hums tiredly as she crawls onto the bed and settles next to him, her head on his shoulder, her damp hair pressing against his cheek. She reaches out and places her hand over his on Lucas’s back.

“I think if I’d stayed in there any longer I would have fallen asleep standing up.” She sighs, unable to stop herself from staring at her baby’s sweet face, “Does it get any easier?”

“No,” he replies, smiling softly when she looks up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief.

She scoffs, “You couldn’t have lied to me?”

“Never,” he says, leaning in to kiss her, his lips catching the corners of hers, “It doesn’t get easier, it just…changes as they get older. It grows with them. You’ll get more sleep, they won’t be attached to you 24/7, but then you start worrying about other things.”

She huffs and rests her head back on his shoulder, “Right now, the more sleep thing sounds like enough to me.”

He chuckles and presses a kiss to her temple, “Try and get some sleep, sweetheart,” he says, kissing her again, “I’ve got him.”

Emily nods, too tired to even try to fight him on it, and she closes her eyes, lulled to sleep by the sound of her husband and son’s breathing.

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merci-bitch · 2 months ago

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Please make the part two of the headcanons with Kate Stewart!!

Some of you asked for a part two, so here it is! Hope you like it xx

Hope it’s not completely out of character!

- Kate is a hugger

- But only with people she knows

- Short hugs, but tight

- She’s a very caring person

- Comes with being a mother

- But frankly it comes from trying to keep the world together

- She has a VERY stressful job

- She handles it like a champ

- But she has doubts like everyone else

- Kate has severe trauma and PTSD

- There’s no denying that, and she was a single mother trying to make a life as well when Gordy was little

- Let’s not forget when she was literally thrown out of a plane

- She doesn’t talk about it

- Of course she has to talk to someone after a major incident to get cleared for duty but she doesn’t go to therapy

- She doesn’t talk about it to anyone

- It frightens you

- She deals with it alone

- Sometimes she opens up a little but it’s never the full story

- She feels like she needs to prove herself to people, and specifically her father

- Not that he wouldn’t be proud of her, and she knows that, but because she doesn’t want to let anyone down

- When she was younger, when she first meet the doctor, she was more loose and wasn’t as firm as she is now

- The higher she ranked, the more pressure got put on her shoulders

- Don’t get her wrong, Kate loves this job like a child, but she always worries about it not being enough

- To speak of something else

- Kate has zebra stripped heels

- She loves them

- You tend to tease her about them

- She doesn’t understand why, because they are nice as she says

- Kate isn’t really one for fashion, as seen when she wears coloured heels that does NOT match her outfit

- You miss her scarfs she used to wear

- Now it’s all blazers and suits

- She looks amazing of course, but you sometimes do miss the old Kate

- Kate understands because she sometimes does too

- Complains about the paperwork 24/7

- Absolutely HATES it

- She has a desk in the main room with everyone and an office

- She always keeps a brush and some makeup in her drawers

- Clean socks as well

- One thing you should never do is insult her father

- If you hurt Kate, she has a very hard time forgiving people

- She likes sandwiches

- At home she always makes them

- You do halfsies

- At home Kate is as much softer version

- Specially after a few glasses of wine when she’s fully relaxed

- Likes to just sit by the fireplace with a record playing softly in the background

- She doesn’t get much time like this, so when she does it’s very precious to her

- Loves whenever her kids come over

- Even though they do annoy her like kids annoy their mother

- Seeing you get along so well with them really means a lot to her

- Loves flowers

- Not roses though. They aren’t her favourite

- There’s a clip of Jemma dancing at the 73 yards showing. That’s how Kate dances

- Mum dancing

- She’s so funny at home

- Loves her humour

- It’s very dry and typical British

- After one too many glasses of wine she pulls out the jokes

-Her children have a hate/love relationship with their mother’s jokes

- Of course she has Jemma’s laugh

- The honk

- It’s the most precious thing in the world

- She sometimes covers her face when she laughs because she sometimes finds it embarrassing

- You remind her that it’s not

- Even though you can hear her from across the room

- Kate is very much her own person and isn’t too much for cuddling and all that

- She does not like it if you over compliment her

- She knows she’s a good looking woman, and if you compliment her once or twice she doesn’t mind, but if you go overboard with it she gets uncomfortable

- Very protective

- Very great with aftercare

- Always makes sure you’re alright, and gets you a glass of water

- She might even cuddle after sex

- She’s a great kisser

- Isn’t one for rough, tongue down your throat kisses

- She doesn’t say ‘I love you’ a lot but she says it in her kisses, her actions

- It’s the small things

- If she’s making tea, she makes you a cup

- If she’s passing you, she always gives your shoulder a squeeze

- She uses old words

- Does not understand the young language at all

- Wears gold jewellery

- Lots of rings and different necklaces and bracelets

- She has hung up her children’s drawings from when they were younger

- I feel like she’s a fan of national geographic documentaries

- She only brings out her gun if things get really bad

- She doesn’t really like to use it

- But it sometimes can come in handy

- You do argue sometimes

- It can start with little things and build up

- Doesn’t matter how bad it gets, Kate doesn’t let you leave the room until you’ve both cleared it up

- She sometimes throws the mum card on you

- But understand this, Kate cares very deeply for you, and the reason to why she won’t let you leave in the middle of a fight is because she wants to get to the bottom of why you are suddenly fighting and make up as quickly as possible

- She gives you space if you need it, and is very respectful

- But you are someone who makes her feel safe, and she needs you

- She doesn’t say it out loud, but you are someone who makes her calm by just being in the same room

- An encounter with the doctor sometimes leaves her one big question mark

- Sometimes she’s so done with her job she just wants one day

- One normal day

- When Donna joins the UNIT team and works alongside you, you tend to gossip

- She scolds you like a school teacher sometimes

- Threatens to separate the two of you

- Seeing Kate die from the dust of death was horrible

- It takes you a while to figure out how to get passed it

- Sure, everyone died

- But Kate died

- As the most understandable person in the universe, Kate does everything she can to reassure you she’s very much alive

#ask #kate stewart x reader #kate lethbridge stewart #doctor who

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mianaissante · 5 months ago

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FALSE GOD — jujutsu kaisen, g. satoru

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CHAPTER 1

WHAT [NAME] and satoru had was unexpected, stirring, and miscalculated. it was a rush of sweetness mixed in with the dews of bitterness of their already complicated relationship.

it was unpredictable, unpredictable like how the sun and moon would collide not so often than not.

it was as if he was the altar she was craving to climb so decadently, without ever having to feel the strings of regret and doubts. ready to kneel, ready to confess, and ready to let her guard down all over his unfathomable figure.

was she allowed to cry for this? for what they have? rather, what they had? what was it that made her crumple as much as weak thin paper sheets pulled together by some measly thread?

make believe or not, it was true. call it what it may, but it was all marked evidently in the curves of her neck, the supple rises and falls of her skin, engraved with gold anew.

religiously, she'd choose him, undoubtedly she'd drop everything and throw herself against his clashing waves, pulled by the low glimmer of his moons.

being entangled, worshipping endeavors, and kissing burnt scars. for some forsaken reason, he was her guilty pleasure.

such taboo trysts, such unacceptable clandestine meetings, such illicit affairs. carving each other's company into her mind, an electrified want she can never seem to control.

why did he hold back? why did he have to hesitate?

this cage was once was home, now estranged with its emptiness.

[name], embarrassed enough, was bitten back to admit she ever missed his presence.

what a way to die, she thought. recalling the longing looks, the sinful touches, the feverish words which spouted from his plump pink lips. she was his for all he could know, but he didn't. he denied it.

so sudden. crucified by him, locked by him.

[name] wanted to be free, free of all this bullshit.

why had she let herself fly too close towards the burning sun? if only she could turned back time.

2007

scorched pavements decorated the humble campus of jujutsu tech, the sun's rays frolicking amongst morning dew.

immature as [name] would say, she couldn't deny she was sitting with gojo satoru, her underclassmen. his words seemed to mingle much more attention than it ever did before his awakening.

this boy was 16 when he realized the power he could have and could achieve, and in fact pulled it off amidst the fight with toji fushiguro. he was young, immature, and quite frankly dumb.

now that he was sitting across the older, a wide annoying grin searing on his face, he saw this opportunity to push some more buttons.

her ticked off face settled with a calm one in fact, her irritated, furrowed, hardened eyebrows let down soft. it seemed as though she decided to cool some of her nerves from this freakishly annoying boy.

“ look at you [name], giving me food right after i saved you for the hundredth time.” he sneered, taking a huge bite of his burger. time slowly pulled close by the hour, she was having enough of his narcissistic and egotistical behavior.

“ shut up and eat.” a grit to her teeth was what sent the latter to a string of various laughter.

her lips quivered at his reaction, eyes rolling before grabbing her drink aggressively, pulling the straw to her lips.

she knew she didn't need saving, however ichiji got worried on her unmonitored disappearance, opting to reach out to satoru before clarifying things to her. in actuality, she had exorcised the cursed already, it was only when gojo satoru arrived when she slumped down onto the dust-filled bed of an abandoned love hotel room.

she didn't know however, if satoru's arrival had saved her of a worrying problem. something weird has been pooling in her mind, rather the folds between her inner thighs. she didn't know what had happened initially, but when she struck the curse it injected her with red liquid on her side.

" is there something wrong [name]? you embarrassed?"

again, with these tactics. the girl rolled her eyes at the ivory haired boy in front of her, “ i think i'd rather have you shutting your mouth satoru.”

he grinned wider, “ now where's the fun in that, [name]?” taking the last few pieces of his burger, he brings the pads of his fingers on the base of his lower lip, licking it slowly. “ you're such a boring old hag.”

her eyes twitched at him, tongue poking through the right side of her cheek. “ me? an old hag?! i'm just a year older than you!?”

strings of laughter escaped satoru's lips, the sound being quite deafening to some, specifically [name]'s.

as she was leaning to grab a hold of the boy's hair to yank it, her body shook with immense heat circulating. the event making the latter pause in his short-lived joy.

“ [name], what information did you have about the curse?”

“ just the fact that it may have had an aphrodisiac embedded in it's thorns.”

“ oh..”

“oh.”

it's crazy how one thing can lead to another so abruptly, this predicament never really crossed satoru's mind in his entire life, however with [name] now limp on his bed, in his sheets, in his dorm room it did.

messy top lip kisses, tugs, and squelches bounced off the room. calloused hands running up and down, pads of his fingers drawing circles on her soft-skinned thighs, and sighs that clouded the mind.

people may think adjusting to such situations would be terribly hard, even for best friends.

“ fuck— sa—satoru!”

but what would happen if both best friends have already given each other a taste?

he hummed beneath her neck, breathing in her sweet, seductive, scent. “ you changed your perfume.” his lips enveloped the nook of her shoulders, flattening his tongue before sucking on supple skin with such harsh intentions.

she couldn't speak, nor could she let out a muffle. [name] was left stunned in place, on top of satoru's lap with her legs hugging his muscular figure. with her head thrown back, her hair let down gently resting on her shoulders, and her chest heaving slowly, she found her fingers prying satoru's locks, entangling as she combed through.

“ toru...right there, yes..” she whimpered, eyes blinded by pleasure. his lips traced her clavicle, constantly leaving purple bitten marks on her skin. from her thighs, his hands crept their way towards the plump flesh of her ass, evidently pulling her closer to his body 'till there was no longer space that could separate them.

“ i told you, [name], i'd be helping you much sooner than you thought.”

his smirks greeted her cheek as his lips began to come at war with hers yet again. it was heated, like an itch that could never be dealt with. she'd have to melt herself into him just to feel something, just to feel satisfied.

foolish, incredulously foolish.

she couldn't escape his feverish stares forever, his teasing glares, and his seductive banters. she could never escape him. satoru had her addicted to the highs of sex, to the highs of intimacy. at such an early age, they both took each other's virginity.

stupid decisions were made that great day, but these two did not regret a single thing. from occasional make out sessions which transitioned to occasional quickies inside either his or her dorm room, it soon became an everyday thing, a casual thing.

she loved the feeling of this short-lived contentment, the height of her emotions often being met with the rues of it. and for satoru, he felt like it was much needed, no feelings involved, just sex, and they could even remain friends.

friends

friends don't kiss each other, friends don't moan each other's names beneath silk sheets, friends don't glitter each other with love bites, and friends certainly do not lust for each other.

but do they?

[name] grunted sweet nothings in the shell of satoru's ear, oftentimes tugging and nipping at it with her teeth as he slid himself in and out of her tight cunt.

her stomach was tightening at the second, the swell tip of his fat dick kissing the opening of her cervix, abused and throbbing. she lolled her head on the crook of his neck, heavy breaths fanning on his hot skin while he rutted his hips upwards against hers.

“ 'm gonna cum if you keep tightening yourself like that [name].” he growled, flipping the girl over to have her on all fours, having enough of her demeanor.

her lips quivered with the impact, satoru pulled his dick back for a moment, the emptiness making [name] wave her hips backwards and around just to chase his length.

“ you needy bitch,” he sneered, tapping his dick against her weeping cunt seeping with previous juices from her various orgasms.

it was going to be a long, undeniable night. a long one indeed.

he pushed his cock back inside, thrusting faster than before, thrusting as if he had his animalistic instincts turned on. “ h—ah—hah!”

“ fu—hu—huck!” he grinded himself hard on her plump cunt, feeling his already hard shaft grow harder by the second. the sight of her tear stained cheeks, bitten lips, and her irrevocable expression, fuck was it hot. he wanted to fuck that attitude out of you.

“ i'm close—fuck!” satoru grunted, you got off from your position and pushed him down on the bed. both his legs were hanging on the bed, turning herself around so that her ass would be visible to his eyes, she sank herself deep with his panging dick. “ you're so—hah—huge...”

she carelessly raised her knees, up and down, up and down, up and down. [name] mounted her hands on his knees before rutting her hips in circles, fucking herself good on satoru's dick. “ [name]..hah...” his words lingered 'round her ears as she sank herself down again.

slapping skin, squelches of her slick pussy, and the bouncing of her tits, satoru was gonna lose his shit. his hands reached for her hips, pushing her down him harder, the pressure enough to make him roll his eyes back and indulge himself with pleasure.

“ fuck..” she finally came after her highs, even if she was done her ass was still slapping on his pelvis. “ baby...” satoru's voice snapped her back to reality, beginning to bounce harder than before. the boy could only wince, his balls tightened and the swell of his cock twitched, releasing ropes of his seed into her hollow cunt.

a casual friday...it was. all days spent with him meant vulnerability, honesty, and desires. most of which she could never express not until he came.

it was a situation she never wanted herself to pull back from, and how she longed that it would forever be like this.

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justporo · 1 year ago

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A Night of Song and Laughter (Big Part 9!)

So, this is it - the main idea I had in mind when starting this story. You might've noticed it has taken me eight parts to get there, but yeah... There's just so much to explore. This is a really long part and I really poured my heart into this one and finished it in the middle of the night. So I really really hope you will love it (trying hard not to be desperate here, tbh). It's really quite a lot of romance for this part - Astarion deserves it and Tav too. There's seductive music casting a spell, Tav and Astarion dance, their hearts might feel closer than they've ever felt before - but they might be changed when they stop spinning around each other.

You can read this and the parts after it on AO3!

This was the song that inspired the idea: Satyros - Faun And the song that gave me the right mood for the end (only vibes, not the lyrics): Viva La Vida - Coldplay And just for the hell of it, take one of my all time favourite love songs: Muse - Neutron Star Collision

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

Phew, here we go - hope you'll enjoy!

(Gif from here!)

After that you all turned into a giggling mess from there on out. All the liquor you’d drunk was really making you light-headed. Even Astarion seemed a bit out of it even though you weren’t even sure if vampires could get drunk. But frankly – you really didn’t care.

You’d taken to tell Astarion about some of your collective memories of your adventures as thieves – but only ones that made you scream laughing when you thought about them. Like the time Eodin (“this goddamn prick”, Daegin offered) had hidden in someone’s closet and had only gotten off the hook as a thief because he had pretended to be the lover of the lady of the house – who had been 80 years old, seemingly senile and almost blind. Or the time Daegin and Lira had posed as a noble couple at a party to get to their target although they were the most terrible actors Faerun had ever seen and the dwarf didn’t seem to be able to shake the terrible practiced accent after that for months!

Astarion laughed openly at all your silly stories, asked questions about details, enjoying himself so much making friends with Lira and Daegin that your heart felt like it might burst any second. After another story about how Miyena (“Bitch”, Lira whispered, getting praised by Astarion for her efforts) had almost burned all her hair and her eyebrows off in a failed attempt to use explosives to get into a vault, you were just done wiping tears from your eyes while trying to avoid dying from laughter again, Astarion asked: “Now, come on, my friends, there must be a story about Tav completely embarrassing herself. I truly can’t believe she would never get herself into trouble. At least from my short time of enjoying her company my experience is that you can’t leave her for half an hour before she’ll run off to save some puppy or getting herself thrown into the deep end – always ending up in dire need of saving.” You pinched his side to which he reacted with a dramatic yelp. “You’re one to talk. Like it wasn’t always you having your hands in someone’s pocket who looked at you funny, trying to steal from then and then getting caught”, you spat back at him and stuck your tongue out at him making fart noises. Astarion grabbed your nose and softly shook your face. “Not you trying to sneak up on someone and knocking over the tallest candelabra around!”, he countered, his silly act making you break into giggles again. You pinched one of his pointy ears so he’d let go of your nose.

“Alright, you silly geese, rear it in”, Daegin began, rolling his eyes at the two of you. “There actually is a story.” “Oh, colour me intrigued!”, Astarion exclaimed and turned his attention towards the dwarf.

You drew your brows together because you actually had no memory of what that story could be. Then the dwarf began telling the story while Lira was already giggling: “One time, we actually hadn’t gotten lucky enough to talk ourselves out of a hairy situation. We were actually captured by the city guard and thrown into a cell, awaiting trial the next day. And we were all really panicking because we were sure that – for once – we’d all run out of luck. But” – and here he threw you a secretive glance – “Tav had a genius plan to get us out of there.” The dwarf kept smirking at you and that was, when you remembered how that story went down. Oh shit – just to be prepared you grabbed the almost empty bottle of liquor and poured yourself another generous shot. Astarion leaned back as if to signify how taken aback and interested he was in how the story would continue.

“The one thing we were actually lucky about, was, that we were guarded by a greenhorn. And so, Tav ruffled her hair a little bit, opened up the front of her shirt a little and went to press herself against the bars of the prison cell and started cooing at this boy guard. Telling him that she was actually a nymph, only captured by accident and promising him that she would gift him the most unforgettable night of his life if he let her and us others free.” You buried your face in your hands but this bastard elf grabbed your hands and held them tightly while already starting to laugh. “Don’t you dare cover your face, darling, I need to see your face for this”, Astarion laughed and raised his eyebrow at you – and was that a glint of mischief in his eyes? You were basically burning up with shame in the meantime.

Daegin continued: “Well, the boy was hesitant at first saying how he couldn’t do that since he was only a cadet and stuff but Tav layed it on so thick, sweet-talking him, telling him in incredible detail what she would do to him if only he let us free.” You tried to bury your face in your hands again, now remembering the whole scene in incredible detail as well. But Astarion just shook his head and pulled you close to his chest while holding your hands in his iron grip and raising his eyebrows at Daegin in anticipation.

“So, he finally let us free”, the dwarf continued ignoring you struggling with Astarion so he would just let you sink in the ground “and he made big happy puppy eyes at her when she was standing in front of him – absolutely bewitched by her. And Tav”, now Daegin started struggling with holding it together “just stepped close to him and told him to close his eyes to which he happily obliged and then”, Daegin and Lira could barely stop chuckeling, you winced “she kicked him so hard in the balls you could hear him howl through half the city probably. And dare I say it probably was the end for this young man’s family plans.” Lira started howling with laughter, Daegin had to bury his face in his hands and you could feel Astarion’s chest shake with hearty laughter. And then you couldn’t help but join in, your body shaking with fits of laughter although you couldn’t quite tell if it weren’t sobs after all. You felt delirious from the alcohol, from actually being alive and being so lucky to make memories with your friends again and of course with him – this elven vampire that might just had gone as insane as your two other friends.

“Oh, my little siren”, Astarion laughed while finally letting go of your wrists “please, never do that to me!” He kept chuckling: “If you ever feel the need to kick me in the balls, please just do it fair and square.” He lost it once more, his head lolling back while laughing. You didn’t think you ever saw him this relaxed before – never had he opened that much before with anyone else but you.

You hugged him and pursed your lips while everyone’s laughter was slowly reclining. “Don’t worry, darling, I will”, you promised him sweetly but mischievously to which he put a finger under your chin to make you meet his gaze. His chest was still shaking with silent laughter. You thought he was about to say something, but he just shook his head, kissed your forehead, and then leaned his own forehead to it.

You kept hugging him while the other two of your band of thieves recalled even more stories. Breathing deeply you could feel yourself getting a little tired. Your vampire rubbed circles on your back, listening to your companion’s stories but sometimes throwing a caring glance at you to check if you were still alright. He could seriously be so thoughtful and sweet – you’d never would have thought when he’d first held a knife at your throat upon meeting you.

As you were just resting your eyes a bit while leaning onto Astarion you heard a soft, seductive melody drifting up from downstairs. Single notes plucked on a lute, a deep, pleasant voice humming to it. It should have been impossible to make this out over the crowd, all the chatter and laughter, over couples snickering in the dark corners of the tavern, glasses and goblets being clinked, between threats being made and dice being rolled. But you heard it. The melody enchanting you and reminding you of more memories that had been buried deep down in your mind.

You untangled yourself from Astarion and slowly walked through the crowd to the railing of the gallery, ignoring your soulmate's and friends' questioning looks. You looked down at the band of elves. The drow bard had his head thrown back, his eyes closed while plucking on his lute and humming. You could see the sheen of sweat on his face and body – he was shirtless now. He was softly swaying from side to side while continuing his tune, his brows drawing together seemingly concentrating hard on his task. The female bard had put down her violin for the moment, putting her hands on his bare body from behind, openly touching him everywhere, her eyes also closed. Were they simply two artists bound by the magic of the moment or eternal, unyielding lovers? Who knew? The rest of their band just seemed as enchanted: slowly, almost silently playing their instruments.

It was like a spell started to work its sly magic on the crowd – not imprisoning it nor silencing it but making everyone hearing this wistful melody sway with its highs and lows. You felt your heart react to the song. You knew it, you’d heard it once before and had never forgotten about it – and you knew exactly what was about to happen. Your hands gripped the wood of the railing hard, your heart beating with anticipation.

Astarion stared at your back while you watched the band. He thought the song started to sound familiar – wasn’t it… elven? His brows furrowed, there was something about the tune but it was evading his mind. His eyes flicked from the back of your head to your two friends. Daegin seemed oblivious to what was happening around him, not yet captured by the spell that was being woven around everyone else. But Lira was looking at the vampire, a knowing glint in her eyes. “If I’m right about what’s happening, you’ll be in for the surprise of your life, Astarion.” His brows furrowed even more deeply. Where did he remember this tune from? It seemed impossible to wrap his head around it. Could it be… he read and heard about it from legends? He turned back to where you were still standing at the rim of the gallery.

You knew exactly what was going on and what would happen. You had seen it happen once already in your life, in what had felt a lifetime ago and on an entirely different plane of existence. Your hands clawed at the railing still, while the tune started to rise more and more.

Finally, the drow opened his eyes again, breathing deeply. He threw a soft, longing glance at his partner who continued to hug her body to his and letting her hands wander over his form. “For this next song”, he then spoke, his somber and seductive voice carrying easily through the space as if it had been amplified by magic “I will need all your help for it is not only a song, but a ritual.” He enunciated every word with care, the crowd hanging on his lips for every word. “An old elven ritual and a trial to test the strength of your earthly bonds – as old as legends, maybe as old as the Gods themselves.” The song became more intoxicating by the second, making your hairs stand on end, as you felt it’s hypnotizing pull.

“To those of you here, tonight, brave enough to undertake the ritual, I say, come and be tried”, the bard spoke, his voice rising and his eyes wandering over the crowd. “And to the rest, I say, make way for those fearless enough to put what they think of as undying love on trial.” While he spoke the last words, the drow’s eyes landed on yours. On his lips was a knowing smile when he looked up at you and you felt a shiver running down your spine. You knew what you had to do. This might just be a show, the drow’s pathos only a party trick and the ambience merely a collective delirium but you could feel somehow that there was more at work. A kind of primal and untamable sort of magic had found its way into this hellhole of a city. And as it was being summoned it demanded to be paid its due.

You threw a glance back at Astarion who looked confused and unsure about what was happening, but your decision was made. And somehow you felt it hadn’t been your choice at all; rather that it had been made for you, long before anything else, by powers beyond your understanding.

The space in front of the stage cleared slowly as being pushed back by invisible hands. You were still looking at Astarion, then mouthed “trust me” at him before you darted for the stairs to make your way to the front of the stage.

Astarion was suddenly very much on edge, the whole situation feeling unbearably and torturingly similar to one not so long ago. Although he could feel that this time around it wasn’t the same deep, dark and threatening magic at work but something much more benevolent, he couldn’t stop the freezing feeling of dread clawing its way up his spine. He started to run after you, when he felt Lira’s hand grab hold of his wrist. Her eyes were shining with anticipation and warmth. “Don’t worry, Astarion. Tav will be fine and so will you – maybe even more so”, the half-elf said ominously and knowingly. Surprisingly your friend’s words and reaction did calm him although they didn’t soothe all of his fear. Lira motioned for Astarion to walk over to the railing and watch what might happen next. The vampire stood at the railing of the gallery impatiently awaiting what would transpire.

The crowd was just as tense with anticipation. You made your way to the round space now cleared in front of the stage. You stepped past the line of the crowd, steeling yourself with a deep breath and throwing another glance over your shoulder to see Astarion stand on the gallery watching you with deep worry in his eyes. Lira was beside him, a hand on his arm in a soothing gesture. On his other side even Daegin had made his way over to watch the spectacle, climbing onto the stool he had moved over. You smiled at your lover, then turned around. Your heart had never been so sure.

With you there had been three others stepping up to take this seemingly ancient test of love: three other women, two elves and one half-elf. Of course, this all had appealed to draw those with elven heritage out of the crowd. The magic in your blood connected the four of you for as far as you might be in any other moment in your lives. The same was true for the elven musicians. The four of you eyed each other, then you looked at the drow bard who had started humming again while waiting for you to come down to the open space. The wood elf bard had picked up her violin again and begun to play slow soft chords on it.

“So, four of you, delightful”, the drow bard spoke, already speeding up the tune on his lute. “Let us begin!”, he exclaimed and threw his head back. And then they began to really play.

The four of you stepped closer to each other. You had only seen and heard the happenings of all this once, but you knew exactly what to do. And so did the others. An ancient form of magic guiding you.

The four of you grabbed each other’s elbows to start and slowly began to dance in a circle – first to your right side, then to the other. You started singing in elvish, not even remotely sure what words it were that left your mouth. Then you let go of each other and started twirling each on your own while singing and clapping your hands.

Slowly, one by one the bards and the rest of the elven musicians took up your chant and so did the crowd. As you turned and turned you could see Astarion whenever he came into your view. His eyes widening with every second, not in fear it seemed but in wonder.

You closed your eyes for a second, while still singing and dancing, magic steadying your feet. Then the first of you four women disappeared into the crowd and returning with a tiefling man in her arms. They twirled together for a few rounds while you others kept dancing and chanting. The pace and volume of the song slowly picking up speed. Then the tiefling man was twirled from his lover’s arms to each of you in turn until he was in his original lover’s arms once more.

That was the point for you and the other two lone dancers to break off into the crowd in search of your own soulmates. You threw a quick glance up to the gallery. You felt all flushed from the hypnotic dance and song. You smirked at Astarion and curled your fingers at him in a “come hither” motion before you sped towards the staircase up to the gallery. Pushing past a very confused Kirin you met Astarion, who had also rushed towards you, halfway up the stairs. He grabbed your face with both his hands, anger, worry, wonder and fear all battling in his eyes. “What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck is happening?”, he asked you desperately.

“Showing the whole world and the Gods that our love is unbreakable and that you’ll always belong to me and I to you”, you broke out breathlessly then grabbed his hands from your face and dragged him down the stairs, past a very confused Kirin – again. “Ye goddamn weirdo elves”, he shouted after you but you couldn’t care less right now.

You were the last to return with your partner to the circle of brave dancers. One other had grabbed another male elf and was already dancing and only mere moments before you the half-elf had dragged a human woman with her into the circle. As you entered the circular space you saw that Astarion could suddenly feel the pull as well of whatever it was exactly that was happening. His pupils widened, his mouth opened. You moved in close to him, grabbing his one hand and placing the other on his shoulder while he placed his other hand on the small part of your back pulling you even closer.

A slight moan left his lips when you started to move together. Not only had you never danced together – not that you even knew how to (although Astarion most certainly did) – but this suddenly felt incredibly intimate. The crowd had picked up the elvish chant even more enthusiastically than before. You heard them clapping and stomping which made everything even more ecstatic than before.

“Are you passing me on to the others as well or am I allowed to stay with you?”, Astarion asked breathlessly while twirling you, turning and turning. You let your head fall back for a moment while you laughed and shook your head no. “No, never! Now it is a competition, only one pair is actually chosen”, you explained quickly while taking quick gasps of fresh air in between. “Oh”, Astarion simply mouthed back at you.

You could feel sweat running down your face as you kept moving and turning around in circles at break-neck speed. Not sure how long it was physically possible to keep going without perishing on the spot you noticed how animated the vampire looked in your arms. All his fear was gone now, he had only eyes for you, making you almost forget that you were on display in front of a huge audience right now. If he had been able to flush and sweat you were sure he’d been just as agitated as you but even now it seemed a certain shimmer of liveliness had crept into the vampire’s face and body. Then you heard a scream coming from the crowd – it seemed one of the other couples had fallen. Shortly after you heard another shout of disappointment by the audience.

You concentrated only on Astarion now, on his piercing but soft red eyes, his loving smile, the way the wrinkles around his eyes creased when he laughed with you. How he held you steady against him to make sure you would never fall.

And he saw only you. How your face filled with warmth when you looked at him, how your eyes always openly showed your love for him, how your body felt against his, like you were made solely for him, to hold only you. How you were always the right thing he needed.

In this moment you were both completely sure of each other and each other’s love: that you would always walk by each other’s side and that no matter what might happen in this plane of existence, your souls would always find their way back to each other.

And as you were about to forget completely where you were, the world just rushing by in drifts of colours and snippets of sounds, you heard another scream coming from the crowd. The last other couple had not made it.

Realization only slowly dawned on the two of you. Astarion kept twirling you for a few more rounds but slowing down. When the vampire finally slowed you down completely, he suddenly dipped you impossibly deep down to give you the most pure kiss he’d ever given you, while the female bard dragged out one long and final note on her violin.

The spell was over, the crowd erupted, impossibly loud, stomping and cheering and clapping. People rushed to you to touch you and cheer you. You felt tears stream down your face and laughter bubble up your throat and you saw Astarion felt very much the same. Whatever had happened it had brought you together even closer. As Astarion lifted you up again, eyes blazing with love and passion, you let your eyes wander over the crowd. You saw that the wood elf had her arms around the drow again, standing behind him. And you were pretty sure now they were lovers by the knowing and appreciative smiles and nods they offered you. You saw Daegin and Lira cheer and clap up on the gallery.

Then you looked at Astarion again, tears still leaving wet trails down your face. He leaned in to kiss you again and you let him, wanting to be as close as possible to him.

The crowd broke into jubilant cries once more. But you didn't care, for you, there was only Astarion. And for him, there was only you.

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Had some free time this Saturday thought get another review in. <3

We Move onto Episode 6 of S1 in this series re-watch.

1x06 'The Hawke'

Ep begins the ep with a Tim Test for Lucy. (It really started with a Cold open of her flipping their car with them both in it LOL) But I digress haha She’s passing his questions with flying colors. That is until he asks 'What is the most important part of this guys file?' She gets it wrong and he of course corrects her with the start of his lesson.

Tim is questioning her skills to out think a crook. Not only that but to think like one does. The goal is to see if they can’t find out where he hides his contraband. Lucy naturally is ready to prove him wrong. To get in there and find what they need. To win this current lesson of his. Tim always with the hard ass reply to her. Telling her she’s not used to being in such a mindset. That if she wants to be a good cop she’s gonna have to think like a crook a little. Or as he put it 'Outlaw'

Ahh Protective Tim. My fav. Smacking this perv in the back of the head for making lewd comments toward Lucy. Telling him to learn some respect. Doesn't even let him look at her after that. He's trying to teach her a lesson not have this guy ogle Lucy in the process. I do enjoy Tim teaching her the D.E.A.R search method. A tactic used to help find where repeat offenders hide things. Fun to watch how he uncovers everything with each letter. She’s dutifully writing it all down. She’s eager to soak it all up until they get to ‘R’ LOL

Poor Lucy at the mercy of being a rookie. Also at the mercy of this current lesson of his. She’s so repulsed at the idea of having to do the ’R’ of this method. Did her best to try and get out of it. Tim just gives her his patented hard ass look and she knows she is defeated on this one. Walks away resigned with her gloves.

Her face when she walks back out after doing ‘Repulsive’ if looks could kill....She’s so damn mad at him for making her do that. Not only making her do that but he found the stash while she did. Tells him like it is per usual, but he’s too damn giddy to let it get to him. Acting like he's done nothing wrong to her with his 'What?'

He proceeds to soak up this moment some more. That smile on his face. God he genuinely loves getting under her skin so much. Teaching her a lesson while enjoying himself on the side. Look at that man’s face LOL he is legit so happy she’s disgruntled about this. This is so much fun for him. You are enjoying yourself way too much Timothy haha

No gif for the scene with them chasing Hawke in their shop sadly, its too bad it's a good one. It sets up their final scene of the ep. Tim/Lucy are chasing Hawke with the others. Talking about how they’re gonna find him and take him down without his son being harmed. Tim mentions how they’ve turned all the lights green. Which means they’re funneling him toward them and he won't realize it till its too late. She calls him the D.E.A.R method incarnate. Which I’m sure Tim is taking as a compliment.

Lucy tells him he must have a tactic for everything. He replies to her "Yeah probably' She then grills him on how he would handled being robbed at gunpoint. He tells her he has a fake empty wallet. He would drop that first before pulling his piece. She’s intrigued and asks where he keeps his actual money and cards. Tells her in a money clip behind his belt. Lucy is bemused and calls him weird haha They’re so cute.

Mini moment here. Lucy trying to help Tim’s wounded pride (or so he thinks) with a sweet touch and a look. He’s clearly embarrassed Hawke took him and John down so quickly. We find out later why she really did this. To gain access to his money clip. But I shall take the touch/look none the less. haha

Best part of the episode right here. Once again Lucy returning fire on Tim in the best way possible. By taking what Tim taught her and frankly tortured her with earlier to prank him back. Now it’s her turn to be enjoying herself too much. The amount of enjoyment she's getting out of teasing him is glorious.

He's genuinely so confused at her response. Wondering why she is telling him about him cleaning the dishes. It cracks me up so hard. He's not sure where she is going with his and he's annoyed she's one taken his clip and two is taunting him. Then she delivers the one two sucker punch of a line to him, and it all becomes clear.

Throwing back his words at him once again. She is so damn proud of herself when she tells him might want to ‘glove up.’ The sass and fire she throws his way is unreal. Regardless of where Tim is emotionally still with Isabel. This is a work flirt on top of getting him back that just happened right here. Eric/Melissa's chemistry on full display.

Tim can’t decide if he’s angry or just really damn impressed with her. I’m leaning more towards impressed. She took what he taught her and got back at him for having her ‘glove up.’ This is brilliant and it’s written all over his face. He’s more impressed she pulled this off than anything else. She’s the clear winner of the day and all he can do is smile and concede that she got she got him real good. Adorable. I love them so much.

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Side notes I do love Tim questioning when Nolan does anything remotely cool like hang out with Hawke LOL Tim seems slightly underwhelmed with him at all times haha makes me laugh. Sorry John hahaha

I love any and all Capt. Zoe scenes. I forget how much I love her every time I watch her scenes. They gave her a rich background and solid important scenes whenever she graced our scenes.

Cracked me up Talia just walking in and pepper spraying Hawke while he tries to school Tim and Nolan. Lucy backing her up with her taser after Hawke took both down LOL Got too cocky and the girls made him pay ha

Thank you to these incredible blogs for the beautiful gifs to help me relay my thoughts and insights.

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Feel free to as always like/comment/reblog as you'd like. Truly enjoy sharing my thoughts with you all. Making this hiatus more bearable and you all doing those things make my heart happy hehe See you all in 1x07 when I post it.

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sailtomarina · 5 months ago

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Summer Rain

It had been, frankly, a shite day.

Hermione had ventured out into Muggle London for the express purpose of getting away from all the stares and whispers. She thought she’d gotten over it all by now, but recent events had made the attention feel even more magnified than before.

She was’t making as much headway as she’d expected in the Ministry working to right the many wrongs against magical beings–her latest measure for house-elves had been unanimously rejected. Then there was her string of failed romances. She never had a problem securing a date, but actually finding someone who levelled with her intellectually and emotionally was…difficult.

Unbidden, images of dark auburn hair, large hands covered with scars and calluses, and a smile brighter than the sun crossed her mind. She slapped them down faster than a snidget.

No. She would not go there.

It was as if the weather, too, was set against her, because no sooner had she stepped out of the shelter of the cafe where she’d lingered than an ominous rumble sounded in the distance. She set off at a brisk pace for the nearest Apparition point. They were far and few in between in the neighbourhood she’d chosen, and now she cursed herself for her poor timing. She could have just stayed home, maybe gone and visited Luna, or perhaps dropped by Neville’s for some advice on her struggling garden.

The boom from above was all the warning she got before the sky broke open. Within seconds, Hermione was soaked. Within minutes, she was shivering as the wind picked up and proceeded to blast the downpour sideways just as much as it did downward. Her canvas shoes were as good as paper for all they did to protect her feet.

The obvious answer would have been to cast an impervious charm. She would have done so, instantly, if not for the Muggles rushing around her towards their own destinations, most of whom had the foresight to carry umbrellas.

“Blast it!” she exclaimed, having stepped into a puddle that proved itself to be ankle deep.

Hermione was on the verge of ignoring the Statutes of Secrecy when she spotted a lamp post with the familiar Ministry logo. As she approached, people automatically rerouted around her, their eyes sliding past a testament to the strong magic concentrated on the space where she now stood.

She closed her eyes and focused on her destination, which was supposed to be home. A particularly strong shudder had her fantasising about warmth, safety, sun-kissed skin.

A twist and turn, then a gentle pop.

“Hermione?”

She stumbled in place, caught off guard by the voice. Arms wrapped around her waist and steadied her, arms that connected to a firm chest she couldn’t help but rest both hands against as she regained her bearings.

“Charlie?” There was no mistaking the sheer size of the man still holding her, his glacier blue eyes sparkling. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s my line, love,” he said. His lips pursed as if he was holding back a smile.

One look around proved him correct. Hermione’s mind struggled to put the facts together. She’d been thinking of home, desperate to reach its comfort and security. But this…was not her cottage.

She was at the Burrow–specifically, the orchard.

“How…” her voice faded as she looked back up at Charlie, who continued to watch her with a now visible quirk to his lips.

“I take it you didn’t mean to drop into my lap?” he asked.

“I was trying to apparate home.”

His eyebrows jumped at that revelation, but he maintained his smile as he let his arms drop. Hermione missed their presence as another shiver rocked through her. Almost immediately, Charlie’s large hands engulfed her own.

“You’re freezing. Let’s get you dry, yeah?” He led her towards a nearby tree stump and cast a series of quick drying spells.

Hermione was resolute in keeping her eyes from his, letting them instead rest on the buttons of his shirt. They shifted as he moved around her, eyelets like little eyes taunting her in her embarrassment.

“Wait.” She caught his hand just as he raised it towards her hair. “You can’t use a charm on curly hair like mine–it will literally explode.”

His chuckle did something funny to her body, simultaneously making her breath catch while also sending flutters through her stomach. “I have curly hair, too. I’ve got just the trick, if you trust me enough to try it.”

Now she looked up, still avoiding his gaze to take in the copper–tinged curls that had slipped out of their tie and now framed his face. Hermione had always adored his hair and was glad that he never heeded his mother’s request that he cut it. They were thick and glossy and she’d fantasised countless times about tugging at a handful.

“Yes, alright.” The consent came out breathy and far too eager.

Before she could die from mortification or take back what she’d said, Charlie had pulled forward a portion of her hair towards which he pointed his wand. He worked segment by segment, fingers brushing periodically against her scalp and making her shiver for entirely different reasons from before. With her body dry and the weight lifted from her hair, Hermione floated on a cloud.

“There we are. You’re as good as new, now.” He stood back to admire his work. “How do you feel?”

“Much better, thank you,” she admitted. “It was silly of me to get caught out in the rain like that.”

“I think you mean ‘lucky’.”

Puzzled, she finally met his eyes, which were crinkled at the corners in a way she couldn’t help but reciprocate with her own grin.

“I mean,” he elaborated, “that if you hadn’t, you might not be here now. With me.”

She crooked her head to the side as she continued to study him. Hermione had long harboured a crush on the dragonologist, but had thought the infatuation completely one-sided. He’d always made certain to include her in conversation whenever they shared the same space, and, more often than not, ended up seated nearby as their workplace chatter sent others off elsewhere for lighter fare. Charlie’s passion and knowledge for dragons were unmatched, but you were a fool if that’s all you took him for; woodworking, quidditch, broom flight, and even herbology were all topics that could get him gesturing wildly with both hands.

Her earlier hesitancy faded, curiosity and her old familiar courage taking root.

“Charlie Weasley, are you…flirting…with me?”

At the accusation, his grin widened even further, deepening the dimples in his cheeks. “I’m definitely flirting with you.”

“In that case,” and here was where she hopped back onto her feet to approach him, “lucky me, indeed. How would you feel about coming over to mine for a cuppa?”

He answered with both arms forming a ring around her to hug her close. “Take us away.”

“You’re sure you trust me to apparate us after my little flub?”

“You trusted me, didn’t you?”

He had her there. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen her curls so perfectly defined and obedient. That in itself was a reason to keep hold of the man so he could work his magic on her every single day…in more ways than one.

“Here goes…”

She wrapped her own arms around him, fingertips barely brushing around the muscled torso, and thought of home once more.

This time, when she opened her eyes, it was to the sight of a familiar front door flanked on either side by hanging flower baskets. A puff of air to her temple had her looking upward.

“See? I knew you could do it.”

His expression filled her with the confidence she’d lacked earlier. It boosted her flagging spirit and warmed her from the inside out, encouraging her to move forward with Charlie in tow.

It was a role he would assume countless times in the future–their hands always clasped, their minds of one accord, and their combined magic all the stronger for it.

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Written for Weasleys, Witches, & Writers 6.26.24 prompts, Rain, Raven, Ring

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