#do you think i should make this an actual official fic? i just finished my werewolf 141 & cat soap fic so i technically would have time

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

❄️Catch Me Before I Let Go❄️

A teaser of my coming 🎁 for the wonderful @ironheartwriter for the Tarlos Secret Santa gift exchange!

Dearest Lana - it’s me I’m your Santa in Secret (no more)!! I don’t regret to inform you of that, because it has been an absolute delight so far to think up something wintery and fun for you from the prompts you gave me! I do regret to inform you however, that I am running a bit behind😔

The Christmas Chaos simply caught up with me with unexpected intensity and I’ve had to ask the wonderful mods for an extension. I am doing my very best to be able to give you the fic in it’s finished form before New Year’s Eve!! To make up for it, and to hold you over until then, I have prepared this teaser for you including the above collage/mood board, and below a summary and a lil’ snippet to gift you on my posting day<3 I hope brings you both intrigue and enjoyment!

Best wishes for a happy holiday,

Your very own Secret (no more) Santa,

Mar💚🥰🤶

Summary:

As a former member of the school swim team and someone who generally likes to be in charge of whether his feet are moving or not, Carlos Reyes prefers water in its liquid form. As such, a ski resort should not be on his top ten spots to visit. He’s insistent to make an exception though, in order to treat his adventurous, snow-loving husband to some fun downtime before they embark together on the next big step for them, of parenting TK’s little brother, Jonah. He’s booked a cozy wooden lodge in the closest ski resort to Austin, and he’s going to be his most fun and adventurous self while also making sure that his husband is absolutely spoiled. There’s just a few things he hasn’t taken into account: 1) Carlos has never skied before in his life. 2) Carlos really hates doing things he isn’t already good at, especially if they include the risk of falling on your face and 3) One very annoying, and very hot, ski-instructor named Josh who is outrageously obvious in his flirting up a storm with TK.

-In which TK and Carlos go skiing for the holidays, Carlos grapples with the old notion of letting go of control, and has also convinced himself that he has something to make up for.

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On the third day Carlos is officially deemed ready to take on the real pistes. At least according to TK. And to.. Josh. Carlos knows it’s probably immature but he still has trouble accepting compliments from the ski-instructor without somehow taking it as the opposite.

Something about the chipper look on his face when he tells Carlos that he’s ‘doing super good’ or he’s a ‘really quick learner’ makes him feel five years old. Carlos might not know the first thing about skiing and yeah, they might have literally paid Josh for his advice and encouragement, but where does he get off telling Carlos what he is and isn’t ready for or that he just needs to try and ‘let go a little’? Ugh. It’s condescending. 

Yesterday Carlos finally managed to slide down the training hill without face planting or tackling any small children along the way, only to be met at the bottom with Josh giving him a way too enthusiastic thumbs up and saying ‘good job!’ Carlos’ own brain had unhelpfully applied the ‘buddy’ to the end of the sentence, making Carlos feel like he was a little kid who had just managed to actually kick the ball at soccer practice for the first time. Carlos had to muster up all his willpower to smile politely and grit out a genuine-sounding ‘thank you’. 

Josh seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on Carlos, and luckily so did TK - his happy smile and rosy cheeks and the hands that Carlos could just barely feel the pressure of as they gripped at his waist over thick layers while he kissed him with lips that felt cool and moist from the snow had quickly improved his mood and made him feel genuinely proud of his accomplishment. 

Despite this, Carlos feels a little less sure about whether he’s really ready for the real thing, especially now as they’re on top of the hill and looking down, the daunting stretch of it is looking longer and more steep than it had seemed from the foot of it. He’ll be fine, he tries to reassure himself. If nothing else, he believes in TK and TK believes in him. According to TK (and Josh but Carlos is trying to reach a state of cool indifference when it comes to him mainly by trying not to think about him too much) it’s good to try the real piste sooner rather than later, to experience the thrill of actually skiing so as to not risk growing tired and frustrated before you’ve even experienced the real fun of it.

Better to fall on your face a few times than to stay on the training piste the whole trip and go thinking you’ve had enough of skiing for good. Carlos is trying to be on board with that sentiment even though he really isn’t the type to normally throw himself into things without feeling like he’s at least prepared enough that the chances of success are somewhat high.

‘Learning by doing’ and ‘crack a few eggs along the way’ are not normally sentiments that resonate with him. He will be the type for those though, for TK. For his wonderful and adventurous boyfriend who has put up with Carlos being a sobbing mess half the time during the past few weeks, carrying the weight for both of them as they’ve embarked on the process of adopting his little brother, and with Carlos’ absent mindedness and late nights even longer. So at least for this week, he’ll be adventurous for TK while he does his best to treat him to everything he desires.

Besides, it’s not like they’re doing the biggest pistes just yet - the plateau they’re on constitutes the starting point to the smaller slopes and they’re doing the smallest one to start with. TK will be with him the whole way, probably bored as they slide slowly down the hill with Carlos pushing the front of the skis inwards to break the whole way. 

He’s already survived the trip up, gripping TK’s hand tight the whole way and trying his best to appreciate the view, mostly managing to appreciate the view of TK appreciating the view, as he found that looking down made him a little lightheaded and made his heart speed up in his chest uncomfortably. 

As Carlos refastens the buckles of his ski-boots (he’s already done it twice, once when they arrived at the pistes and put on their skis, and once right before getting on the ski-lift, images of his skis falling off on the way up and landing right on somebody’s head making him guilty of negligent manslaughter on account of not tightening his boots enough), Carlos ends his little pep talk by sternly telling himself to pull it together. He can do this. This is their second to last day on the trip, and TK deserves to have some fun too, instead of having to spend his whole trip in the training area with Carlos and all the children. 

Speaking of TK, Carlos rights himself and looks around for him. He didn’t want Josh to witness him neurotically double and triple check the buckles of his boots, not feeling sure that he would react nicely to Josh butting in to offer unsolicited advice or, God forbid, crouching down to help him tighten them. So he’d mustered up a confident smile and told himself and TK to go ahead and Carlos would find them.

 Now he’s kind of regretting that. Carlos might allegedly be ready to slide down the smallest of the ‘adult’ hills, but the thing is, he still hasn't completely mastered the whole ‘moving on purpose in a normal walking pace’-thing. He still feels like it’s the skis, not him, deciding when he’s standing still and when he’s moving (and if he’s honest, which direction he moves in). 

Spotting his husband and the ski instructor that Carlos is not currently sparing thoughts for, by the starting point of the slope they’re supposed to try first, Carlos starts slowly making his way there. Luckily they seem to be caught in conversation and Carlos hopes that it stays that way so he doesn’t have to be observed inelegantly and very slowly approaching them. Nothing more awkward than waving and then being stared down for five minutes while you’re sweating and fighting to get within talking distance.

Once Carlos is within hearing range, he picks up bits of their conversation. “Oh,” he hears Josh’s voice say, and Carlos swears he can hear, even from just that one word, that the ski instructor is flirting with his husband. “I don’t suppose they make calendars for those too..?” And at that Carlos has to stop walking to roll his eyes (he can’t do both at the same time). 

Not this again, he thinks angrily. He can’t believe he’s had to witness TK being the victim of this god-awful pickup line twice in the span of their less than five years long relationship and had to fend the guy off (leading to some spectacular sex the first time, but still). Can’t these idiots come up with something better?

Carlos picks up his pace, he needs to stop this conversation before it goes any further and show this Josh-guy, Mr. ‘I’m a hot and blonde ski instructor who probably never gets caught in my head and is a lot of fun’, who TK belongs to. Even if somewhere deep within himself Carlos is finding it hard to measure up at the moment.

Carlos is sweating and panting, his brows furrowed in concentration trying to make his legs move faster, his thighs protesting as he slides one in front of the other in quick succession, using his poles to try and make sure he’s actually causing a forward movement instead of just looking like he’s using the skiing machine at the gym. At one point he gives up and turns so his side is to Josh and TK, awkwardly lifting his skis to take broad steps sideways.

He’s already preparing what to say in his head. Maybe if he interrupts the exact same thing as last time, TK will find it funny and get that wonderful crinkly and shiny eyed laugh he reserves for Carlos’ jokes that always makes his chest feel two sizes bigger, and they can laugh about it later tonight and hopefully have a repeat of the spectacular sex it resulted in last time. 

Deciding he’s as close as he’s gonna get if he’s gonna make it in time before the conversation moves on, he turns towards them again. Trying to make it look deceivingly effortless as he closes the rest of the gap between them, he paints on his cockiest smile and shouts, loud enough to make sure they can hear him even though he’s barely within hearing range, “And his husband is a Texas R-“ 

Unfortunately he doesn’t get further than that because the thing that could absolutely not happen, happens. 

In his eagerness to interrupt the blatant flirting aimed at his husband, Carlos had accidentally turned his skis in the direction of the light downwards slope toward one of the bigger pistes, and, quickly losing forward momentum as soon as he didn’t give it his full attention, has now started to slide backwards. And this time he isn’t in the training area anymore and he won’t be caught by a fence. 

He sees TK’s eyes widen as his form gets smaller and smaller, and Carlos tries desperately to break, but he can barely break while going forwards, let alone when he’s going backwards, and he isn’t succeeding. In fact, he’s picking up speed, and a glance over his shoulder tells him he’s fast approaching the edge where the plateau changes to one of the steeper slopes.

In a last resort to prevent disaster Carlos lets himself fall ungracefully into the snow, but unfortunately, it’s too late. The concerned faces of people clad in ski suits of all colors swim in and out of his vision as he tumbles down the hill. The world spins dizzyingly around him like he’s the immobile center of a spinning snow globe depicting a ski-resort themed winter wonderland.

Through his dizziness, Carlos manages to send a prayer to the universe that he won’t bump into someone and cause some sort of mass casualty event, as he keeps tumbling for what feels like ages. At some point the tip of his left ski seems to catch on something causing a sharp pain to shoot through his ankle, making him cry out in pain.

The world spins a few more times and then he's landing on his back at what he assumes is the bottom of the slope. Squinting dazedly up at the clear blue sky he tries to catch his breath. Trying to move his leg which is bent at an odd ankle so he can sit up, he grimaces and lets out another cry as he’s reminded of twisting his ankle on the way down, the sharp pang settling to dull throb as he stops trying to move.

Turning only his head he sees the bright orange shape of TK in his ski suit zig-zagging down the hill at impressive speed. His hero, his wild heart, come to save him.

[natelia-aldelliz]

Soap has been shot.

He's been shot and it's bad. Roach can't do anything but encourage him to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Soap's feeling around Graves had been trustworthy then.

Roach is having a hard time processing what happened, and he can only assume it's worse for those actually living through it.

He doesn't know where Ghost is, if he's okay, if he's alive. He can't go find him to make sure, since he has no idea where to look. He has to focus on Johnny, who's here, who's hurt. He has to do his best to keep him alive.

Soap really needs to tend to that wound, but he needs to find some supplies to do that, and somewhere safe. With the Shadows roaming the streets of Las Almas like a pack of murderous dogs, it's a bit harder than he'd like.

He sends another look to Johnny. He's stumbling, way too pale. He lost too much blood.

He risks a look further down. His shirt is soaked with blood. He wants to keep encouraging him, but his throat is too tight for the words to come out. The hole, slightly to the left side, in the middle of his chest, is haunting him.

Kind of ironic given he's the one supposed to do the haunting.

Honestly, he has no idea how Soap even managed to walk that long. He should be dead. Maybe he is, actually. Maybe his body is still lying back there under the Shadow's body, and it's only his ghost that's walking with him. That would explain a lot of things.

But not Simon's voice on the radio answering his call. That doesn't make sense. He has to be still alive then.

"There," he says, pointing at what appears to be a crafts shop. "There has to be sewing material and fabric to use as bandages."

"You want me to sew myself back together?" Soap croaks out, wheezing. Whether or not it touched the heart, the bullet definitely got his lung.

"You're losing too much blood, Johnny. You have no choice."

Soap tiredly nods his head, quietly heading to the store.

"I should be dead," he says simply as he's looking for supplies.

"Don't worry about that," Roach cuts him off. He really doesn't need to think about that. What if it's only adrenaline keeping him alive?

"Maybe it just hasn't caught up yet," Soap continues, ignoring him. "I feel tired."

"That's just the blood loss," Roach stresses out, still frantically looking for something to replace a chirurgical sewing needle.

"I think I'm in shock," Soap says. "I've been shot straight in the chest, and it doesn't feel any different than that time I got shot in the leg two years ago... I don't... I don't actually feel like I'm dying, you know what I mean?"

Roach looks at him. He still looks way too white, and slightly feverish, and exhausted, but his eyes are clear and he's still awake.

"I'm starting to think that whatever you 'feel' is always true, to be honest. You were right with Graves."

Soap sends a tired grin his way. "You think I have superpowers?"

"Mate, you can see ghosts, I was assuming you knew you had superpowers already."

By some miracle, and after an hour and a half of Simon and Johnny flirting on the comms, they're finally reunited and on their way to the safehouse. To say Simon is shocked when he sees the wound would be an understatement.

And somehow, Johnny is still standing. As if a bullet to the heart was barely more than a bullet to an extremity, as if there wasn't any vital organ beneath the skin there.

[sunshineandspencer]

Jogging

A/N: I’ve discovered that I, actually, despise angst. I hate reading it and I hate writing it, unless specifically asked for, my brain thinks only happy thoughts. On an unrelated note, I’m also a very emotional person and perhaps angst sets off my severe second-hand embarrassment and I’ve never finished an angst fic. So, from that unrelated note, have a finished fluffy fic :) 

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Aaron is incredibly attractive at the best of times, but put him in sports gear and it’s like flies to honey. Which is an excellent cultivator of jealousy for his jogging partner, until she overhears him talking to another woman.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: fluff, kind of established relationship (you’ll see)

I have redone the form for the taglist now that I’m apparently expanding from Criminal Minds

Going for a morning run with her more-than-a-friend-but-not-quite-labelled man, was fun. Aaron taught her some proper techniques, and she got a kiss whenever they completed a lap.

There is an issue, unfortunately, and it’s one she’s desperately trying not to blow out of proportion.

Aaron is attractive, devastatingly so, and because he occasionally runs ahead to finish a lap and wait for her to arrive so that he can greet her with a kiss, people don’t always know that they’re out together. Added with him in those damn workout clothes - that she would burn if she weren’t mentally stable - it’s no surprise to her anymore to see women jogging up to him.

They’re almost always gone by the time she makes it over to Aaron, who kisses her and immediately moves on to their next lap. She tries hard not to let the clawing jealousy show.

Due to JAck, and both of them agreeing not to move too quickly so that they don’t confuse him, they’d just decided on not labelling anything yet. So she isn’t really anything official to him, and can’t do all the things her jealous mind screams at her to do.

Like today, for example, Aaron had pressed a kiss to her cheek and sped up to get to the end of their lap. 

The minute he’s not beside another woman, someone else runs up to him.

She hears the fading introduction of “hi, I’m Beth, I see you around here pretty often” and her stomach clenches.

Once again, her pretty, not-boyfriend is getting hit on by a woman who can actually keep his pace. She hates it, and hates the burning hole in her chest even more.

Deciding, this time, she would actually speed up and join the conversation. Which will ultimately be worth the burst lungs and exertion-flushed face. Until she turns the corner and sees them still talking, any semblance of confidence withers.

When she hears her name on his lips, however, she dives behind the nearest tree. Realising he just gestured to where she should be coming from, and hoping neither of them had seen her practically rush for cover to avoid being seen. Pressing her back to the bark of the tree and listening closely to the conversation.

“-out with my girlfriend, actually, we run together.”

If she weren’t hiding behind a tree, from a random woman and the man that just called her his girlfriend, she’d be doing a happy dance by now. Choosing to press her hands to her chest as the burning hole closed up, victoriously grinning as ‘Beth’ jogged on feeling pretty dejected.

Once sure that Beth was gone, she turned to place her hands on the tree, bracing herself to look around it to try and spot Aaron, that daft smile still on her face. But he wasn’t there, and that observation came with a pair of hands landing on her hips and making her jump and spin around. Meeting Aaron’s smug grin as he gently pinned her to the tree by her hips.

“Are you spying on me now?”

Refusing to meet his gaze, she started looking all around them - as if searching for someone, and that only made his stupid grin wider.

“Should be careful Hotchner, wouldn’t want that girlfriend you mentioned to catch you pinning a girl to a tree.”

“Oh?” Knowing she’d heard, he now has no plans to try and keep up the facade that he hasn’t wanted her, officially, for weeks now. “And do you think she’d be upset if I kissed the woman I pinned to a tree?”

Giving a dramatic gasp, she used it to breathe in fully to answer, realising that her lungs aren’t really cooperating with her right now. And he used that as his chance to lean down to kiss her, loving the sparky feeling he gets from her every time. Siling against her lips as she melted against him.

Pulling back with a soft nip to her lips that had her chasing after him. Before realising what she was doing and resting back against the tree, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting what he wanted.

“I think she’d definitely hate the thought of you doing that to anyone else.”

“Ah, so she gets jealous?”

As if she were caught out, her eyes darted away from his as she pouted - from a profiling perspective, she really does have cute tells when she’s been caught - tugging at the hem of his shirt.

“She pleads the fifth.”

Thankfully, as she knows he actually loves any jokes that relate to his time as a lawyer, he laughs, leaning down to kiss her again, hand trailing away from her hip to lace their fingers together. Pulling back with a soft hum and another soft peck.

Swiping his thumb across her knuckles as he waited for her to open her eyes again, loving the little flush speckled across her features that obscured her freckles.

“Will she forgive me if I take her to get ice cream?”

“Definitely.”

Tugging her away from the tree, he brushes the flakes of bark from her hair and clothes, spending a little too much time ‘brushing off’ whatever was on her ass, until she smacks his hand away with a laugh. Leading the two of them back towards the car, deliberating what kind of ice cream ‘his girlfriend’ would like the most.

But as they get in, he gives her another smile and laces their hands over the centre console.

“You do know I’m calling you my girlfriend, right?”

Shaking her head, she leant in to kiss him again, pulling away to pat his cheek lightly. 

“Didn’t need to be a profiler for that one, love.”

“Oh, so you’re a profiler now?”

“Best watch it, I’m coming for your job next.

Laughing, he lets go of her hand to start up the car, already knowing exactly which ice cream place they were going to - and exactly what she would order. Not that she’s predictable in the slightest, but she always orders the exact same thing.

“First my heart, now my job? At this rate you’ll have my house by the end of the week.”

“That’s the plan!”

He’s going to marry this goddamn woman.

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[ciainahere]

A Second Chance

Viktor Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Viktor reconnects with one of his past lovers

A/N: I love Elliot page, and I think it is a CRIME that there isn't more Viktor fics out there. This is in the timeline of season 4 which I WILL rewrite bc idk wtf I watched but it wasn't Tua.

(Y/N will be used but won't be described)

"Viktor has officially ran through every woman in the town" A guy announced in the bar making everyone laugh. "Okay that's enough" Viktor said taking the keys a woman had slammed on the counter. Viktor walked back behind the counter to pick up the ringing phone "What is it Luther-" Luther's words faded as he looked at the entrance to see a woman walking in. The woman walked up to the bar leaning on the counter, watching Viktor put the phone away without saying goodbye.

"Hi Viktor" "Hi Y/N"

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10 months earlier

"That's absolutely ridiculous V" Y/N laughed watching Viktor make breakfast. "I'm being so serious; we went back in time" Viktor giggled. Y/N took bacon from the pan "Okay so where are your so-called powers" Viktor rolled his eyes "I told you we lost them" "You lost them after coming out of a rich hotel with a killer bodyguard" Y/N busted out laughing realizing how stupid it all sounded. "It's not funny" Viktor wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. "But it kind of is" She placed her hands on his cheeks.

They stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying being in each others arms. "So what else did your powers do" Y/N asked playing with his necklace "It was like energy blasts, vibrations and stuff" Viktor replied. A smirk grew on Y/N's face "Did your hands vibrate too" Viktor looked at her confused then sighed when he realized that she was thinking of "You're so annoying"

"You know you love me" "I do"

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2 months earlier

"I can't do this anymore" Viktor said looking at his feet. "Come on, it's just a burger. You can finish it" Y/N giggled. Viktor looked at the woman in front of him. She was everything Viktor could wish for. She was perfect. Too perfect. It scared him. "I mean i can’t do... This." He gestured toward him and Y/N.

"Are you breaking up wit-" "Yes" Viktor interrupted. "Why? I thought we were okay, no actually. I thought we were great" Y/N stared trying to understand where they went wrong or what she could of done to make Viktor not love her anymore. Viktor had no explanation other than he was scared of falling in love with her. Even though he already has. "It's just.. too complicated. Your parents already don't like me and i have to run the bar, we barely even see each other." Viktor lied looking at his plate. Y/N had made them burgers and cake because of the success of the bar. And for their 5 month anniversary.

Y/N knew he was lying.

"I bring you lunch every day at the bar and I'm always awake when you come back. I even offered to help out. YOU were the one that said no." Tears started to fill her eyes trying to find an answer in Viktor's. He refused to look at her. Like she no longer mattered. "V. I've told you so many times that I don't care what my parents think. Or anyone else. It's my life, I choose what I do, and I can love who I want." Viktor needed to leave. He knew if he had looked at her everything would go wrong. Viktor headed for the door of Y/N apartment stopped when he heard Y/N's final words.

"Viktor, I want to love you... because I do but you- You have to let me love you."

Viktor left leaving Y/N with confusion and tears.

A/N: sooo.. should i delete myself and my page or keep going...🌚 PLEASE tell me what you think i genuinely don't mind advice as long as it's respectful.

[chocolilies]

okay i caved here's an extract of my toji x babysitter!reader fic I started but never finished... i'm still not sure about continuing it or not so lmk if I should! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

the jarring sound of the doorbell cut through the strangely calm atmosphere, forcing toji to get up and face the dreaded “interview” shiu had put in place for him. behind him, megumi pulled himself up to a seating position, chubby hands wrapping around the plastic bars of his confine, lower lip trembling from the combination of the loud sound and his father walking towards the door, thinking it was time to be once-again left with toji’s tobacco-stinking friend. 

“don't be too mean,” toji remembered shiu’s words as the handler forwarded your contact to him. “she’s a sweet girl. not the smartest tool but definitely one of the kindest.”

his stupid analogy didn't even make sense. 

before he even started to open the door, toji angled his head to peer through the peephole, being greeted with a skittish expression pulling at a pretty face. 

he felt his mouth go dry the moment he laid eyes upon you, the tiny, blurry picture he’d seen on shiu’s phone doing you no justice whatsoever. despite the fisheye lens he was staring through, he could still tell you were absolutely gorgeous. 

too gorgeous to be working for him.  

he hoped you’d come to the same realisation once you saw him, the bratty infant or the neglected flat, that you’d take one look at them and turn right back around, as toji didn't know how the hell he’d be expected to behave with someone as tempting as you around. 

maybe it was the loneliness speaking, or maybe you were just that attractive that you were causing toji’s brain to short-circuit with a single, not-even-proper glance at you, but toji didn't care to elaborate, not when you were waiting so patiently for him to greet you. 

you were taking deep breaths, clearly trying to shake away the nerves written on your face, bringing up your manicured hands (had you really gotten a manicure for this?) to your artificially blushed cheeks, makeup shining beneath the fluorescent lights of the corridor.  

unbeknownst to him, you were actually silently debating whether to stay or turn on your heel and run right back down the funky-smelling corridor you'd initially hesitated to walk through, especially in the new heels you'd impulsively bought the moment shiu had told you of his friend's offer. 

now, you were truly thankful for this opportunity, excited at the prospect of finally getting to do something with your life except mope around shiu’s apartment thinking about your stupid ex-boyfriend, but that feeling of hope didn't cancel out the borderline fright that filled you at the idea. 

despite this not being an official job interview, you had spent the last few days straight up stressed at the notion of meeting toji. 

you didn’t know him. yes, you’d heard his name mentioned by shiu, but you'd never formally met him. 

which, of course, only added to your already frazzled nerves. 

you didn't know what to expect when you rang the doorbell, giving your cheeks a few slaps as a way to get yourself focused, blush and highlighter sticking to your palm due to the sweat your body was creating in response to your anxiety. 

you cursed out loud, attempting to wipe your hands down on your skirt, but were interrupted as the sound of the door unlocking reverberated around the hallway. when nothing happened after the few clicks, you subconsciously leaned into the wooden door to get a better hearing of whatever might be going on inside, wondering whether you'd imagined the sound or it was actually someone locking the door, and you'd gotten the wrong apartment. 

you straightened up with a jump as the door pulled back open into the flat, an action that sent you reeling backwards, heels clacking against the faux-marble floor as you skittered back into a wall, lifting your embarrassed gaze towards the man who'd pulled it open. 

what you certainly hadn't expected, was for toji to be absolutely stunning. 

you noted the shaggy bangs messily cut above his crinkling green eyes, the sharp jaw that framed the lips that were twitching up into an amused smile, a tiny scar at the corner of his mouth that only added to the raw attractiveness he radiated.  

although… as you looked him up and down, taking in the outfit he was sporting, you noticed he clearly hadn't put in as much effort as you had in dressing up nice for this “interview”. you felt your palms grow sweaty in embarrassment, looking down at your own clothes in comparison, mortified that you’d dressed up this cute and presentable only for your possible employer to show up to the door… like this. 

you let the slippers, the joggers, the eyebag that framed his eyes, the dishevelled state his hair was in soak in before fully committing to an idea of him in your head… 

normally, a man wearing such an outfit would make your face scrunch up in disgust, but toji… somehow made it work. 

he said your name, clicking his fingers a few times and forcing you to stop gawking, staring down at you with an unreadable expression on his worn-down face.

[fitztragedy]

Ranking my own fics

I've had writers block for almost a year now so I decided to go down memory lane and re read all my Rivusa fics to see if I should go back to writing them or if the mood is officially dead. And then list/rank/rec them here in case any of you are interested in my thoughts of my own writing.

I decided to keep this list to just shippy rivusa fics that are over 6k words because otherwise it'd be a huge post.

Gonna be a long post so it's all under the cut! I'm curious to see what you guys think of them or if you agree with my order. And if you think I should go back to writing those two.

1st place: TEMPTING FATE (collab with @septemberrie)

I feel like this one is obvious. It's by far the most popular of my fics and one that I never get tired of re-reading. It was so fun to write and make the arts for and I loved working with Skye on it. I still get butterflies when I read all the comments, it truly warms my heart to know so many people loved it. We still get the odd comment here and there of people re-reading or reading for the first time and it makes my day whenever I see those. This fic not only holds a dear place in my heart because of all of this but it truly is, for me, the best written out of the list. I'm not very good with descriptions and since english is not my first language I feel like sometimes my dialogue comes across a bit stiff, but since this was a collab with Skye, she filled in where my weaknesses were lacking and the result was a masterpiece.

2nd place: THIN WALLS (collab with @theperfectrose)

It started as my first attempt at a multichap fic written by myself and soon I realised I did need help so I brought Iva in and I'm so glad! The result was something I'm super proud of and I also love re-reading it. It has around the same wordcount as Tempting Fate, and it's also a rom-com type fic, but it only has half the hits, kudos and comments, so if you liked TF and don't know this one I'd say maybe give it a shot and let me know what you think?

3rd place: TIRED OF PRETENDING (collab with @gossipqueen2000)

In all honesty I had forgotten this existed until I re-read it and I'm so shocked I forgot about it because it's so good! The start of the fic is probably the best start of any of my fics. Mo was the first stranger-I-met-online I collabed with and it was such a nice experience, she brings such a depth of emotions in the descriptions and you can really feel it reading her fics (and collabs). I'll definitely not make the mistake of forgetting about this fic again. And I'll never be fixing that one very obvious editing mistake contained in it.

4th place: TOLERABLE

I consider this to be the most underated of my fics, because I think it's super good but it has very few hits/comments/kudos comparing to others that I don't love as much. Not only I wrote it all by myself but I really loved how it turned out, the dialogue and the descriptions, the worldbuilding and setting of the story, the way Riven and Musa slowly fall for eachother in a arranged marriage situation. I meant it when I said in the notes that I poured my heart and soul into this and I am proud of it and actually finishing it and posting. I keep thinking of coming back to it, add another chapter or another fic in this same universe because I love the premise of it, but because of the lack of feedback I'm not sure if people would actually read it or what they'd be interested in reading about. So if you do read it pls lemme know!

5th place: TAKING IT SLOW

This is me, dipping my toes in whump and going out of my comfort zone and I'm so proud of myself for doing so. I loved how this came out. I know I keep saying I'm proud of myself for the fics I've written but I really am. I'm very self concious and I'm always comparing myself to others, thinking what I do isn't as good or thinking I shouldn't keep doing something because others do it better. Even if I tell myself that I shouldn't write for others and I should do it for myself and not mind if a fic gets few comments or kudos a part of me will always look for validation. But re reading this fic made me feel so good about my own writing, genuinely proud that I did it. I love this fic so much.

(Here is where I realise my top 5 fics' titles all start with T for some reason??)

6th place: AN INNOCENT TRUST EXERCISE

I always think this is a lil' one shot that I wrote and an okay one but then I realise it's over 10k and really good? lol I guess I have a habit of forgetting my own fics. It's the first "big" fic that I wrote by myself and I remember being so happy about this fact. Re reading it I feel like it could be better, the pacing is a bit off and the ending doesn't really match the tone of the fic, the smut feels like it came out of nowhere and some bits are cringy to read. But I still love it. Maybe one day I'll go over it again and make some edits.

7th place: SHARK WEEK (collab with @gossipqueen2000)

I love this fic and I know a lot of people adore this too but I feel like it isn't as good as the others, maybe because it's been so long since I wrote it. I do still re-read it from time to time (maybe sometimes during that time of the month for me).

8th place: ANY WAY YOU WANT IT

This is more like a collection of one shots than an actual fic but I do like it a lot. Is it self-indulgent? yes, a lot. It is a collection of smut after all. I feel like my specialty is writing funny smut and I have a blast writing it, inserting comedy and fluff into sexy situations even being an ace person in real life, lol. I have a couple more wips for the next chapters but writers block is a bitch.

9th place: THE LAST RESORT (Colab with @septemberrie)

I'm only putting this this far down on the list because we just posted 1 chapter but I still love it. This was mine and Skye's second attempt at a rom-com type multichap fic after the success of Tempting Fate and I feel like it could have turned out amazing too, but life got in the way and we haven't managed to get back into it. If you think we should give this another try let us know!

10th place: I CAN FEEL YOU

I really like this one, but I'm putting it here in the list because it isn't just Rivusa. It's Rivusa + Sky, PWP. More focused on Sky than Rivusa. But I do really like the emotion I managed to write in this and I am proud of stepping a bit our of my comfort zone with this.

11th place: WHY NOT

I feel like this one is too basic, bland, not a lot of effort or emotion was put into it. I mean not all fics need to be deep and whatever and this one is basically just PWP, which is fine too. But idk it feels unfinished, like a first draft. The first half has too many characters and I feel like I get overwhelmed when I have to write that many voices at once so it's basically just dialogue with no description. And then it switches gears to just Riven and Musa and smut. Feels like 2 different fics glued together.

Honorable Mentions (Rivusa fics listed on my AO3 that fit the +6k words criteria I set for this post but that don't quite fit my ranking list):

EN GARDE: I don't really consider this my fic because @septemberrie wrote the majority of it, I just came in as a final push at the end, but I absolutely love it and I'm so happy she let me dip my little fingers on it and write a bit. Definitelly a must if you love period/medieval AUs.

A LADY'S GUIDE TO FOOLS AND FORTUNES: Another one I don't consider my fic but had a part in the making. It was written by the forever-amazing @septemberrie with art/gifs I made for the Reverse Big Bang event. I adore it and am so SO proud of the gifs I made. One of my best ones for sure.

REASSURANCE and JUST FOR YOU (both collabs with @gossipqueen2000 and AmandaLovegood): Both of these were witten back in 2021 when Fate had just come out. Feels like ages ago. I'm putting them here because I feel like they have more Mo and Amanda than Val to be honest, I don't really remember writing them or the process of it but I really like them a lot. Again Mo has this way of writing emotion and feelings and you can just tell it was her. It feels real and raw and so good to read, whump in the best way.

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Being a Witch with Vampires

Carlisle Cullen x Witch!OC

Summary: Stella (A witch) and Carlisle (A vampire), and how they blossomed from roommates to friends(?) to partners

Chapter 7/7

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Notes:

This was inspired by this fanfic on tumblr by lis-likes-fics titled "In My Defense, I Was Left Unsupervised"

This is also on Ao3 under the same title and same username too if you'd like to read it there (https://archiveofourown.org/works/53448940)

This is officially the final chapter, and thank you so so so much for the support that you've given this series

I will probably post some other stuff firsts before the other Carlisle series that I have been working on, so leave a follow if you're interested

Thank you so much! No words can explain what I feel for each and every one of you <3

Word Count: 3930 words

TW for this chapter: Smut

Timeline: After Breaking Dawn

Masterlist

~2007~

“Are we grandparents now?” Stella asked Carlisle while the two was in bed, hearing Renesmee play with Emmett and Jasper, hearing their giggles and laughs and screams as they seem to be having a pirate roleplay presentation for the other Cullens

“Why do you think so?” Carlisle asked

“I don’t know, we’ve always considered those five as sort of our kids, and you know, Edward and Bella have their own kid now so does that make us her grandparents?” Stella explained her point

“Mi amor, we’re not even married.” Carlisle answered with a small chuckle. They’ve always said that they’re married to the world, but has never really done anything to legalize it

The world knew her as Stella Cullen, but in reality, she was still Stella Allicere. Carlisle knew that he should change that by now.

It’s about time that she actually becomes his Stella Cullen.

“Everyone.” Edward called as Emmett, Renesmee, and Jasper was about to bow for their performance “I think Carlisle’s gonna propose.”

“What?!” Everyone shrieked in either shock, confusion, or excitement

“Yeah, he’s considering it after Stella asked if they’re grandparents.” Edward answered to everyone

“A wedding!” Alice said excitedly, clapping with a huge grin on her face

“We’re not getting married.” Carlisle announced, walking out the room with his hand around Stella’s waist “We’re doing something else.”

“He’ll be offering himself to me.”

~~

The setup was ready. Stella was anxious, if not, more anxious that Carlisle. He was calm, just watching as her and Sam was setting up the finishing touches of the ritual

“You don—

“I want to do this mi amor.” Carlisle said, kissing the temples of her head “But if you think that today isn’t the right time, then we can postpone. I can wait for an eternity for you.”

“But I don’t want you to wait.” Stella murmured “I just want you to be safe.”

“After all that has happened in our 287 years of being together, I am not letting you go anymore.” Carlisle declared

“Well?” Sam asked the couple “Are you ready?”

Stella looked at Carlisle, nothing but a content smile on his face. The kids were watching just outside the circle of salt, all were giving thumbs up to the couple.

He was excited, he was ready.

And that made her ready too.

“Ego Samuel Vi, benedictus superis, ut ligaturam darem Carlisle Cullen et Stella Allicere (I, Samuel Vi, have been blessed by the gods above to grant the binding of Carlisle Cullen and Stella Allicere).” Sam chanted, looking at the two with a smile on his face

“Beata potestate a dis facere ut (Blessed with the power from the gods to make them as one).” He continued, going and looking down on the book of bindings to for the flow

“Carlisle, announce your offers.” Sam instructed

“I am Carlisle Cullen,” Carlisle introduced, making Stella laugh “I may not have much as what others could offer you. But I promise to offer you the entirety of me. I promise to offer you eternal happiness. I will be whatever you need me to be. And I will be by your side for all of eternity.”

“Nunc nos invitamus ad magicam Stella Allicere ut eius oblationem exeat vel recipiat vel neget (We now invite for the magic within Stella Allicere to come out and accept or deny his offering).” Sam said. Carlisle got a wave of nervousness hit him, he thought that it was Stella that would accept or deny, not her magic

A wave of red flew out of Stella, it was a version of her. Ghostly, but so beautiful. She was always so beautiful, no matter what she is.

“I have heard a lot about you, Carlisle Cullen.” The ghost talked, a bored expression on its face

“You’ve caused her pain.”

“You made her wait too long.”

“You made her fend for herself too much.”

“You treated her as if she was weak.”

The ghost was listing everything that could be used against him. Did Stella actually feel of those? He got nervous, thinking that maybe he didn’t think this thoroughly through.

“Yet her heart calls for you.” The ghost countered from everything she listed “Not once have I seen a witch’s heart call for a vampire like you.”

“As the magic within Stella Allicere, I accept your offer to be her mate.” The ghost announced before flying back in Stella

Carlisle felt at ease, it was done. It was over.

They were as one now.

“Accepta tua oblatio, nunc te unum voco. Stella Allicere, tu nunc Stella Cullen (Having accepted your offer, I now call you one. Stella Allicere, you are now Stella Cullen).” Sam said with a gleeful grin on his face, closing the book of bindings

“In normal weddings, with the powers bested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife, you may now kiss the bride.” He continued, getting Carlisle to pull Stella and give her a deep kiss

The magic accepted him. Stella was at ease.

“I love you.” Stella murmured as they pull away from each other

“My turn for a proper wedding!” Alice said, clapping in excitement. Stella and Carlisle looked at each other

They couldn’t care less how extravagant Alice will do for their wedding, all they cared is now they get to call themselves husband and wife.

~~

Stella and Carlisle were making their way back near where the ceremony will be, the same place where Edward and Bella got married. They’ve given Alice their full support that she’s to manage the wedding preparation, too intoxicated with each other to even help in any preparation.

They’ve spent a week at a nearby cottage that Carlisle bought for them and was now just coming back to the main house to see what has happened in their week absence.

“Does no one here see a vision?” Alice yelled, watching as Jasper and Emmett tries to fix the place where they will have the ceremony

“Alice,” Carlisle called, a fond smile on his face “Give your brother and mate a rest.”

“Let her be,” Stella lightly scolded him, placing her hand on his chest “Those two definitely does not have a vision though.”

“We can here you mom!” Emmett yelled, causing the five to be quiet

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to—

“My son!” Stella yelled, running to tackle Emmett in a tight hug

No one among them has called Stella ‘mom’ before, only in public to put up an act. It was a shock, a sudden burst that came out of nowhere. It wasn’t unwanted, but was certainly welcomed. She did see them as her kids already.

“Hell yeah!” Emmett cheered, hugging Stella back tightly

“So, can we start calling you mom now?” Jasper asked behind them

“Yeah, everyone has been dying to call you mom already.” Edward said, joining them outside, Bella and Renesmee behind him “We thought it would be Rosalie that would fold and call you mom, or Jasper.”

“Did you bet who was gonna slip and call her mom first?” Carlisle asked, amused with the kids’ odd bets

“Yeah, there was a 5000-dollar bet that Jasper will go first.” Edward listed, excited to share what had been going behind the couple’s back

“There was a 4000-dollar bet that Rosalie was gonna be first to say it.” He continued

“There was a 2500-dollar bet that Emmett was gonna slip up and say it.” Rosalie added, going outside and joining them

“I think 700 for me. It wasn’t as high as the three, but I was following them.” Edward continued

“I told them that I already knew who was gonna slip up so I just didn’t join, but I did want to call you mom just as much as they do already.” Alice giggled as Stella moved back to be next to Carlisle, resting her head on his shoulders

“Well, I think you owe them 2500, mister.” Stella said, a grin on her face as she playfully looked at Emmett before he groaned and pulled out his wallet. Everyone fell into a line, waiting to receive their 2500 from Emmett

“Why they’d bet like that when their dad is loaded amuses me.” Stella said, before everyone looked at the two, shock looks on their faces

“What is it?” Carlisle asked, curious with the kids’ sudden shock

“You just made us lose!” Emmett yelled in shock, before laughing hard

“Did you also bet who was gonna call Carlisle ‘dad’ too?” Stella asked, amused with their reactions

“We thought it was gonna be Edward.” Jasper answered “Like 15000 was all on Edward that he was gonna call Carlisle ‘dad’ first.”

“Give some respect to your dad.” Stella playfully scolded, giggling like crazy. She felt Carlisle’s hand find its way to her waist, resting as he watches the kids in amusement

Their kids.

“Technically,” Stella said, raising her pointing finger with a matter-of-fact tone “I didn’t call him dad, I do call him—

“We do not want to hear about you and dad’s sex life!” Rosalie yelled, covering her ears like a little child. They all looked at her, laughing as she slipped up

“Damn it!” She could only yell in reply

Carlisle and Stella could only laugh as Rosalie rushes in the house to grab the 15000 dollars that was promised, begrudgingly giving it to Edward.

“Okay!” Alice said, clapping her hands together “Now that you’re all here, you can go and help me with the wedding preparations.”

“Go help your sister out,” Carlisle told them before moving his eyes to Stella, eyeing her from top to bottom “Me and my wife-to-be is gonna enjoy some few moments—

“Ew!” Emmett yelled, covering her ears again “We do not want to hear what you and mom do in the cottage.”

“Mr. Cullen, don’t terrorize our kids like that.” Stella teased, lightly slapping Carlisle’s chest but using her pointing finger to trail down his torso

Carlisle made eye contact with Stella, her grey eyes looking at him seductively. Her body was calling for him, every inch of her needing and calling for every inch of him.

And that made his pants a bit tighter than how it was

“We will be in the cottage, call us when the pre-wedding preparations are over.” Carlisle said, his hands tightly on Stella’s waist “You know who to invite.”

(Smut Scene)

The two didn’t hear what they were gonna say next, as Carlisle picked her up bridal style and rushed to the cottage and into their bedroom. Where Carlisle carefully placed her down the bed, his eyes on her like a predator on his prey.

“I need you.” Carlisle murmured, removing the shirt that he had to wear in visiting the main house, Stella watched as his cold tone body was revealed, making her gulp.

What a masterpiece.

Carlisle crawled to the bed, making his way to be on top of Stella, his hands slowly making its way on Stella’s waist, playing with the hem of her top before fully removing it, giving him more access to her skin.

“How you managed to keep me outside when you’re this ravishing astonishes me.” Carlisle whispered, indulging himself and leaving shallow bite marks on Stella’s shoulders, getting the witch to let out whimpers of pleasure. He used his free hand to undo her bra, having experience from her teaching him how to undo it.

Carlisle took his time on Stella’s shoulders and neck, leaving bite marks wherever his lips land on. Such simple action, yet his beloved Stella is already moaning in pleasure. He moved down to her legs, removing the shorts and panties that were preventing Carlisle from giving more pleasure to his wife-to-be.

“Carlisle,” Stella moaned quietly “No teasing.”

“I do not intend on teasing you, my beloved.” Carlisle answered, using his two fingers to rub the wetness that was forming in Stella’s pussy around “I only intend on taking my time with you.”

“Carlisle please,” Stella breathed out. Carlisle chucked at the sight of her, he hasn’t done anything yet Stella is already crying her pleas

Carlisle slowly inserted two fingers in her, allowing her to adjust. Stella let out a moan, throwing her head back. He decided to end the slowness, increasing the speed of his fingers going in and out of her as he places his mouth on her clit, using it to stimulate more pleasure in her.

“Carlisle,” Stella breathed out, Carlisle could hear her heartbeat speeding, it meant that she was getting closer to her orgasm.

“Yes, mi amor?” Carlisle asked, pulling away from her clit, a string of saliva following as he used his other hand to stimulate her more

“C-close.” She could only mutter, deep pants coming from her mouth

“I know.” He only replied, keeping the pace of his hands on her

It didn’t take long for Stella to let out a cry of his name, her back arching in pleasure as Carlisle kept the pace of his fingers on her, even going back and placing his mouth on her clit to stimulate her freshly orgasmed pussy

“Carlisle!” Stella squealed, grabbing a handful of his hair as she grinded her pussy on his face. Carlisle welcomed it, pulling his hands away from her and wrapping it around her thighs, keeping them in place.

Carlisle decided that he was gonna force another orgasm out of her before he even thinks of his pleasure. She was getting close again, he didn’t need his vampiric senses to figure that out. Stella was chanting his name like a prayer, her grip on his hair tight and her back arched.

“Carlisle, I’m cumming!” Stella yelled, lifting her waist up in instinct. Carlisle pushed her down, making sure that he gets to ride her orgasm before he pulled away from her

“How was it, mi amor?” Carlisle asked her, looking at her face. She was panting, and anyone would clearly be able to see just how used she had been

‘To think that it’s just been two orgasms’ Carlisle thought to himself, chuckling as Stella catches her breath

Stella didn’t reply, only grabbing his hand and pulling him down the bed and making her way on top of him. Resting herself dangerously close to his cock.

“Need you.” Stella murmured, before turning around and pushing the sweatpants off the vampire, revealing his semi-hardened cock

It was now Carlisle’s turn to moan as Stella had wrapped her hand around his length, slowly stroking it for his dick to fully harden. When Stella was satisfied, he aligned his cock to her pussy, lowering herself down. They shared a moan; Stella’s head was thrown back in pleasure.

“Such a pretty sight.” Carlisle complimented, placing his hands on her waist as she started grinding on him. Moans and whimpers were coming out of Carlisle’s mouth, watching as his Stella grinds on his cock.

“Such a good girl for me.” He continued complimenting, before grabbing her waist and taking control for her grinding “You like being on top of me?”

“Mhm.” Stella nodded; her eyes closed in pleasure as she continued to follow Carlisle’s rhythm “So much.”

“Fuck,” Carlisle breathed out. The sight of her was so divine, a masterpiece.

All his.

“So close.” Carlisle whimpered “You want me to cum inside you?”

“Please.” Stella mumbled, covering her flustered face on his shoulders, her pace suddenly got faster as so her heartbeat did, it was obvious that she’s just had another orgasm. 287 years and she still make his undead heart flutter

“What’s that?” Carlisle asked again “Couldn’t hear you. Maybe you should face me so I can hear your answer, mi amor.”

“Need you to fill me up.” Stella whimpered, facing him with blushing yet fucked face, she was panting heavily, after just having another orgasm. The sight itself made Carlisle cum then and there. He didn’t expect that he wouldn’t be able to hold it a little longer, letting out a strangled moan in pleasure as he feels his release.

“I love you.” Stella murmured, resting her head on his shoulder

“Three orgasms and you’re already tired?” Carlisle teased her, picking her up and laying her down the bed, strings of his orgasm dripping out of her

“Try having three orgasms and then we’ll talk.”  Stella said in a grumpy tone, closing her eyes in an attempt to sleep

(End of Smut)

“Come on mi amor. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Carlisle said, picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the bathroom

Stella allowed him to take care of her, doing what Carlisle was asking her to do. She usually had a higher stamina when they’re having some time alone but it seemed that today was just not her day. Carlisle prepared the bath for them, making sure that it was the perfect temperature for Stella before positioning themselves in it and feeling the water on their skin.

“Is it possible for a vampire to impregnate a witch?” Stella asked quietly, her head resting softly on Carlisle’s chest

“Mi amor?” Carlisle asked quietly, he was nervous if his carelessness of pulling out have led to something else. He had no physical heart, yet he felt something was pounding his chest.

“I’m not implying anything.” Stella assured him; her eyes closed as she was enjoying the water’s temperature “Just curious on it.”

“I would assume that it’s possible.” He answered to her curiosity “Since a human and vampire can procreate, I would assume that it would be possible for us too.”

“Would you want to have one of our own?” She asked again, though quieter than how she asked her last question

“Would you be happier if we did have one of our own?” Carlisle asked her back. He was curious and concerned with the sudden baby discussions and what Stella was implying with that

“I wouldn’t—

“Then we won’t.” Carlisle answered at once “Your happiness is my concern. If you think that having a kid will make us happier and will make you more fulfilled, then I will be willing to give you as many children as your heart desires.”

“I thought, seeing Bella and Edward have Renesmee, that you would want a kid of your own.” Stella confessed “You know, it opened a possibility for us, if you’d want to face through it.”

“I would not want to see you in such pain, knowing that Iam the cause of it. I have seen it once; I would not wish to see you in pain again.” Carlisle answered, kissing the back of her head in an attempt to comfort her

“Are you sure?” Stella asked again, she was craving assurance from him

“100% sure, mi amor.” Carlisle answered earnestly “And besides, the kids consider us as their parents. I don’t know about you, but I consider them to be my kids.”

“I love you. Thank you for understanding my doubts.” Stella said, scooting closer to him

“I love you more.” Carlisle whispered, kissing the back of her head and wrapping his arm around her “Never think that you need more just for me to love you. I already do.”

~~

Almost all of Carlisle and Stella’s non-human friends were guests in their wedding, it was obvious that no one got to stop Alice from inviting them whatsoever. There were familiar faces, and less familiar faces, all were there to celebrate the long-awaited union of the two

Alice informed them just before the wedding started that they were gonna have another wedding, with only their human friends to give them a bit of normalcy in their union. And also, because she was well aware that even them have been rooting for them since forever.

After all, Carlisle gets to do the garter tradition on Stella twice, so who was he to oppose to that?

“Good evening, everyone.” Edward started, tapping into the mic before continuing “I’m Edward, you may know me as the vampire that fell for a human and led to a lot of things to happen, but that’s all behind us now.”

“We’re here today to celebrate a different union, one that everyone has waited to see since the beginning of their journey together. I, personally, have been a witness of how much of a coward Carlisle has been and just how patient Stella has been with him too.”

His comment made the audience laugh and Carlisle to roll his eyes at his playful antics. Edward looked at the two with a fond smile on his face before averting his attention to the audience.

“All teasing aside, I do want to thank Stella for having such a kind soul for staying with us. I know that becoming a mom was something you didn’t think you would fit to be, but you decided to step up and become the mother that we didn’t think we would need from our transition from humanity to eternity.”

“Carlisle is many things, but he is always Stella’s number one. His actions betrayed the words that came out of his mouth, for it spoke what his heart always yearned for. Carlisle, you may have waited centuries for a chance with your mate, but you don’t need to worry anymore, because she is now by your side until the end of our immortal lives.”

“Everyone has been a witness of their pinning, me painfully so because of my telepathy and the time that I’ve spent with them. And everyone had one hope for the both of you, and that was for you two to realize just how deep the love and respect that you have for each other.”

“I am standing here today, not just as their eldest son, but also a man that witnessed their love and how it was always bound to withstand the test of time.”

“May you be blessed to have the love that you will choose to live for every day.” Edward ended, raising his glass of blood to initiate a cheer for the newlywed

Edward went down the stage and hugged Carlisle and Stella, whispering his congratulations to the two of them. Rosalie made her way up the stage, a wide grin on her face.

“So, Edward made a long, very proper speech.” Rosalie started, getting laughter from the crowd “I intend to keep mine short, but I don’t think I will be able to summarize the 287 years of pinning that they had with each other.”

“Oh, come on.” Stella teased, playfully rolling her eyes at Rosalie

“I’ve only been with them for 74 years. But in those 74 years, not once have I doubted the love between the two of them. It was always there, though acknowledged very very late. Carlisle showed his through words, always knowing the right things to say to be Stella’s solace. And Stella showed hers through actions, making sure that Carlisle never forgets that he deserved rest just as much as the humans did. Both subtle yet screamed what their hearts wanted to say.”

“I wish I was as poetic as Edward.” Rosalie joked, getting the married couple to chuckle at her comment “But we really do wish nothing more but your complete happiness in your life as an officially married couple.”

“Congratulations! And finally, you’re married.” Rosalie ended, clapping because she was right

Finally, they were married.

Carlisle and Stella looked at each other as Rosalie went down the stage, a fond smile forming on their faces, before sharing a kiss. Getting the audience to cheer and yell for them.

The kiss was soft, it was gentle.

It was everything that summarized their 287 years of pinning.

@kisekihany

[reallychaoticwoo]

Please bare with me here this is my first fic ever. I don't have a word count as i literally wrote it on my notes app. It half butt proof read. Should be pretty tame, just really long lol. Please feel free to lmk what you think 😊

❤️Pairing: Chan x reader

⚠️: mentions of alcohol, the guys being mischievous, other than that, I think we're safe here. Please let me know if I missed anything!

✨️Please note that this is purely a work of fiction and does not represent the idols in any way.

Tonight was the night. Your monthy karaoke night with your bestie Jisung and his boyfriend Minho. For the past three years this has been your little groups tradition. You'd go out to eat, sing your hearts out, and sleep over at the dorms. Some nights when you guys got back the rest of the boys would be awake and you'd all play board games, video games, or just sit around and watch a movie. You had gotten to know them all pretty well now. The first three had met were Seungmin, I.N, and Felix. The first night Jisung brought you back to the dorms you were pretty buzzed and the three had been up playing video games pretty late. Jisung and Minho had plopped down in the chairs opposite of each other in the living room and you sat on the floor in front of Jisung. You guys sat there and watched the three play for a while until you finally ended up falling asleep against Jisung's knee. That's when the sleepovers officially started. Tonight, like most, the guys were still up when you all finally made it back. They had pretty much integrated themselves into the tradition of monthly board game nights with you over the few years. You walked in the door laughing while Minho was scolding Jisung yet again for forgetting to grab his house key before they left. At this point, you'd think Minho would know better than to trust Jisung to remember such a small object when he was always rushing to leave on karaoke night. When you made it inside you saw all the guys sitting in various spots around the coffee table. Felix, I.N, and Changbin where on the couch watching the TV. Hyunjin sat in the chair to the left of the couch drawing in his sketch book. Seungmin was in the opposite chair scrolling on his phone looking somewhat amused when a clip of him calling Chan "old" appeared on his feed. Chan, however, seemed to be missing. It was honestly pretty normal for Chan to be absent. In the three years you've known Jisung you can only recall ever seeing Chan a handful of times, and you've only ever talked to him once. He was always busy working on music, working out, or just "doing what Chan does" according to the guys. You sat on the floor in front of the couch leaning back between Changbin's legs.

"Soo, how'd it go? Add any new songs to your set tonight?" Changbin joked nudging you with his knee lightly.

"Actually I did! Jisung and I put on quite the performance", you said, while smiling at Jisung.

Jisung told them how you guys had gone through all your usual songs when Minho surprised you both with one you two hadn't sung together before. Regardless, you both killed it and had Minho looking somewhat irritated his little plan to embarras you both didn't work.

"I was thinking we could watch Deadpool tonight, if that's cool with you all?". Felix scanned the room receiving nods from everyone before getting up and heading to the kitchen to make some popcorn. I.N insisted someone text Chan to join them for the movie tonight. He somehow got everyone to convince Minho to text Chan since the other members absolutely refused to disturb him if he happened to be working.

-

Chan was sitting in his studio, like he did most nights, headphones in and working away. He'd just finished working on the beat he'd been so obsessed over for the past 3 months. Something about it just didn't feel right to him and he couldn't accept it being anything less than perfect. As he leaned back in his chair, sighing, he pulled out his phone and saw a text from Minho.

'The kids all practically begged me to ask you to join us for movie night. We're watching Deadpool.'

Chan decided that it's been a while since he'd let himself enjoy a night off so he replied, 'Give me 10 mins and I'll be there'.

He made sure to save his work again. 'Can never be too careful', he thought to himself. He shut his laptop, shoved it into his bag and quickly headed to his room to put on something more comfortable.

-

"Chan said he'll be here in 10." Minho said loudly so that everyone could hear him since Felix and Jisung where arguing, once again, over who had better taste in popcorn. Felix said he liked his with a lot of butter, whereas Jisung, preferred caramel popcorn. You shook your head laughing to yourself, "I'm surprised you haven't turned into a pile of sugar yet with how much you love sweets, Ji." looking a Jisung with a quirked brow. Just moments later he and Felix finally walked back into the livingroom with the most comically large bowl of popcorn you've ever seen. Your eyes widened looking at the two like they've lost their minds, once again trying to refrain from laughing.

"What? There's literally going to be 9 of us and what if we want to have a popcorn fight later? We just needed to be prepared" Felix said grinning like a toddler who was trying to act cute while getting scolded.

"Who says it has to be later?", You said, grabbing a peice of popcorn and throwing it at him as he went to sit back down.

Just as the movie started, Chan walked in. "Looks like I made it just in time, huh?" He said quirking a brow at the boys.

"We weren't going to let it fully start without you, just the intro" I.N said somewhat jokingly while shrugging his shoulders.

Chan sat down on the floor near you but more towards the coffee table, which he rested his arms on starting a the TV.

About halfway through the movie, you got up asking everyone if they wanted a drink since you were heading to the kitchen to grab one for yourself. Most of them nodded and you headed to the fridge.

As you were pulling out drinks for everyone you heard someone ask if you needed any help. You let out a yelp, jumping back and hitting your head on the door of the freezer above you.

"Ouch!" you yelped while rubbing your head.

Chan reached out to steady you with an apologetic look on his face, "sorry I didn't mean to scare you. I just figured you could use some help carrying everyone's drinks".

You gave a small smile and nodded, "That'd be great thank you."

"You alright?" He asked scratching at his neck looking almost embarrassed, pulling his hand away from your back. "I really didn't mean to startle you.."

"I'm fine, I promise." Letting out a faint laugh, "The guys have had me injuring myself much worse with their little pranks. By the way, I'm glad you chose to join us tonight. It's nice getting to actually see you, haha. I know the guys are happy you're taking a break for once."

He chuckled a bit before saying, "Yeah, they are a chaotic bunch. That's why I work as much as I do. I want them to be able to enjoy life as much as they can. It's my job to make sure that happens. I'm glad I was able to hang out tonight too, I've definitely missed having some time with them. Plus it's nice finally having a chance to get to know you."

You gave him a smile and a nod, trying to stop yourself from blushing before turning away to grab for the drinks you'd set down on the counter.

You both walked back into the livingroom handing everyone their drinks before sitting back down at the base of the couch.

Changbin tapped your shoulder, "Hey switch spots with me." He whispered.

You looked at him puzzled but switched with him anyways. A few minutes later, Seungmin moved to the floor, followed closely by Felix who pulled a pillow down with him so he could prop himself up a bit and lay down.

You were confused as to why everyone had moved as soon as you sat down, but you just chalked it up to them trying to be respectful knowing very well you'd probably fall asleep before the movie was over. You giggled to yourself thinking about the fact you really haven't ever made it through a full movie since you've known them. You always fell asleep wherever you sat, and if someone was near you'd be falling asleep on their shoulder or against their knee.

Seungmins voice was the one to pull you out of your thoughts. "Hey old man, move your head we can't see the TV".

Chan hadn't even noticed the guys had moved down to the floor behind him. "And where exactly should I move my head huh? Here?" Chan said moving directly in front of Seungmin now. Seungmin just rolled his eyes and nodded his head to the direction of the couch. After a few moments of half joking half annoyed staring from the both of them Chan moved to sit on the opposite end of the couch. Suengmin giving a subtle nod to the other two boys on the floor as he did.

The movie had about 30 minutes left and your eyelids were feeling extremely heavy. You'd dosed off once or twice nodding awake once your head started falling. Chan having noticed you getting tired out of the corner of his eye pulled down a blanket from the back of the couch and placed it over you. You smiled at him shyly mouthing "thank you" as you cuddled into the blanket shifting yourself so were now more on your side with your head resting against the arm rest. You let out a yawn and drifted to sleep.

-

The movie credits started rolling and the guys slowly all started getting up. A few stretching, some yawning. Hyunjin looked over at the couch somewhat puzzled as he had been too focused on the movie to notice anything going on around him. He shot a look to the three guys who were now standing from their spots on the floor silently questioning them.

"It was Changbins idea" Felix said looking at Hyunjin innocently.

Changbin elbowed felix in the ribcage. "Hey!"

Seungmin shot them both a glare whisper yelling at them to shut up so they didn't wake you... and Chan?

Chan must've been tired from staying up late every night for the past month. Because now, he was fast asleep, head leaned back against the couch, mouth open, almost snoring. And you, you were no longer curled into a ball. Your feet layed on Chan's lap, your arm falling off the couch, and a little puddle of drool lay next to your mouth.

"You can't tell me they don't look adorable" Changbin said shrugging his shoulders looking at Hyunjin.

"Regardless, you guys all know better than to try and push these things." Hyunjin said, giving them his signature eyeroll.

Jisung and Minho stepped next to them, having seen and overheard everything.

"I don't know Jinnie, Chan could really benefit from finding someone. Might finally get him to take care of himself too." Jisung said wiggling his brows playfully.

"Not that you're wrong babe, but that's up to HIM, not anyone else" Minho said shooting pointed looks at the three musketeers of meddling.

They all looked in opposite directions feigning innocence. "Well I guess we will see in the morning. We all know better by now than to wake either of them when they're sleeping" Hyunjin said before walking off to go to sleep himself.

And he was right, both you and Chan were definitely NOT little rays of sunshine if woken up before you were ready. So they let you sleep. Together. Because that couldn't possibly cause any issues tomorrow.

-

Faint sounds of arguing coming from the kitchen is what had you slowly waking up the next morning. Seungmin and Felix almost setting the entire kitchen on fire while trying to make breakfast and Minho scolding them for trying to cook together again after what happened last time. You groaned, rolling your closed eyes and reaching back to throw a pillow in their direction for waking you up with their nonsense when you felt an arm pull you back down. Your eyes widened and you quickly turned around to see Chan. The boys started to quiet down worried they might wake you or Chan up.

You on the other hand, you were staring at a very much asleep, very seep deprived Chan. The boys had told you stories about how cranky Chan would get at them when they woke him up so you decided to just lay back down and get some more sleep yourself.

Little did you know that Chan was also somewhat awake due to the boys in the kitchen being ungodly loud. Well actually, he was somewhat woken up by you when you shifted to throw a pillow at them. He decided to keep his eyes shut once he realized he was pulling YOU down and back into him. Luckily for him, you didn't seem to notice that he'd been pretending to be asleep as to not embarras himself. Also luckily for him, you'd decided to let it slide and lay back down.

Despite sleeping on a couch with another person, it was probably the best nights sleep Chan had gotten in years. Little did he know it was the same for you.

About 30 minutes later the rest of the guys had piled into the kitchen. Faint whispers asking about if you or Chan had woken up yet.

"I could've sworn I saw y/n about to throw a pillow earlier when I was scolding Felix and Min, but when I looked again she was laying back down" Minho said.

The guys all looked at each other, some confused, some knowing, and Jisung wiggling his brows at Felix, who smacked his shoulder for it.

"Ouch! That hurt you know!" Jisung yelped.

"That was the point idiot" Felix smirked back at him.

This time it was Chan who reached over you to grab a pillow and throw it at the guys. "Will you all shut up! She's sleeping and you haven't quit bickering for the last 10 minutes. Do me a favor Minho, grab my card and take the boys with you. Go grab some breakfast, on me."

Minho looked and Chan with a quirked brow and a sly smirk, but Chan shot him a death glare and Minho went to go grab the card.

-

It was about 15 minutes after the 7 guys had left that you started waking up again. This time though, Chan was already awake smiling at you sweetly but a bit nervously.

"Its really quiet in here, what'd you do? Muzzle them?" You jokingly question with a yawn.

"I just didn't want them to wake you, so I sent them out for breakfast. They've told me how you're not really a ray of sunshine when waking up." Chan said with a small laugh.

You went to sit up, noticing Chan's arm still laid lazily over your hip.

He rubbed the back of his neck again, "oh, um, sorry about that." He said pulling his arm back and sitting up himself.

You let out a big yawn while stretching your back. You smiled at him warmly "it's okay, I assume you didn't make it through the movie either? The guys told me you rarely ever sleep and apparently aren't a ray of sunshine in the morning yourself", nudging his side with your elbow.

He let out a small huff "Heh. I'm really not, it doesn't help there's so many of them. They couldn't sit in silence if their lives depended on it."

You let out a snort "oh don't I know it. The past 4 times we've had a movie night I couldn't tell you what any of the movies were about. It's kind of adorable though, they all get along so well even when they're fighting"

Chan smiled to himself, "Yeah, we're definitely family now. As annoying as it is, I wouldn't have it any other way. Sorry for um, basically smothering you though. I didn't really plan on falling asleep."

You let out a small giggle looking at your hands, "It's okay. I'm 99% the boys planned for it to happen. I'm not upset. To be honest, it's probably the best I've slept in years. Not to be weird or anything.."

Chan nodded, "Oh did they? I'm gonna kill them when they get back! And I get it honestly. I rarely ever sleep so it was nice to get a good rest for once. You make a good body pillow." He giggled and poked/pushed your shoulder.

"No need to commit murder now haha. Besides if I know them it was probably Changbin or Felix's idea. They haven't shut up about how you need to get out there more and all you ever do is work." You joked back at him.

Chan scoffed, "And just exactly how many times have they been talking about me now?"

"Ummm, let's just say I've been hearing it here and there since we started the whole karaoke, movie night, sleepover tradition" You said nodding your head side to side.

"Remind me to thank them for consistently making me seem like some desperate hermit for the past few years." He rolled his eyes, pouting to himself.

You snorted and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Well if it makes you feel any better, I get it. I'm somewhat of a 'desperate hermit' myself. Um, actually, scratch the desperate part.." You lifted your hand from his shoulder and face palmed, cringing at yourself.

Just then the boys walked back through the front door. Felix was the first to say something, "We brought you both some food" he said with a big grin on his face.

Chan just stared at him and then looked at Changbin and then back to Felix. "Alright boys, who's bright idea was this?" He motioned between you and himself. You covered your face with your hands only peaking through to look at the pure guilt on their faces.

Felix was quick to throw Changbin under the bus and Changbin was quick to do the same to Lix.

Chan looking only slightly amused said, "I'm gonna give you to the count of three. One.... Two..."

And both boys took off running. Felix aggressively handing the food to Jisung before taking off to run upstairs away from Chan. Chan almost immediately taking off himself to go hunt the two meddling musketeers down.

"Well that probably won't take too long, but why don't you come to the kitchen and eat something anyways" Jisung said grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you up off the couch into the kitchen.

Seungmin sat next to you at the island as Jisung handed you your food.

"Just so you know, it wasn't just their idea" he said leaning closer to you so he could whisper it. Smirking as he sat there.

"Oooo Min, I thought you we're more clever than that" You said with a smirk of your own.

Chan and the two boys came running down the stairs toppling over each other with Chan having Felix in a playful head lock and Changbin trying to pull Chan off. Chan let go and walked over to take a seat at the island grabbing his food.

"So Minnie here let me know that he was also involved in their little scheme" You said to Chan while glancing at Seungmin with a mischievous smirk.

"OH, was he??" Chan said, brow quirked in Seungmins direction.

Seungmin's glaring at you came to a quick end when Chan reached around you to wack his younger friend upside the back of his head, leaving you giggling uncontrollably.

-

"Well, as always, this was eventful" You said grabbing your purse and getting ready to head out. "I'll see ya'll soon." Smiling warmly. You gave Jisung a big hug and then Minho. You waved to the rest of the guys, and then went on your way.

Before you could make it down the hallway to leave the dorms you heard Chan call your name. You turned around to see him jogging your way. Finally reaching you, looking a little nervous, he said, "Um, I was going to see if maybe I could get your number? You know since I'm sure you have everyone else's.. and um, just so we could maybe also talk on more than just movie nights. You know what, never mind, just ignore me."

"Hand me your phone." You put your hand out and giggled at how adorably awkward he was.

"You sure? It's okay, I don't want you to feel like you need to. I mean we've really only talked this one time anyways" He said still somewhat cringing at himself, but sounding a bit more hopeful.

"Chan, just give me your phone." You rolled your eyes smiling at him, putting your number in his phone. You decided to be a little ballsy and put a winky face next to your name. "Us actually talking some this time was nice. Plus you having my number just means we can become as close as I am with the rest of the guys. We have some catching up to do Mr. Workaholic." You nudged him, handing him back his phone.

"Haha that we do. Well, in that case, I'll talk to you later. Be safe" He said before heading back into the dorms.

-

You were sitting at work, watching the clock, just waiting to head home and relax. Your phone lit up and you checked the notification.

'Hey its Chan, just thought I'd text you so you could have my number in your phone haha'

You smiled to yourself and texted him back.

'Hey! Thanks I probably should've gotten yours too when I gave you mine haha'

'Welp you got it now 🐺"

'That I do lol. What are you up to today?'

'Just working, as always. Bout to take a break and go get some food. You?'

You thought to yourself for a second before replying. Maybe you could get to know him a bit better? Or would that be weird? You decided to just ask anyways.

'I get off in 30 mins and I'm starving, would you want to grab a bite with me??'

'Sure, that'd be great just let me know where'

You texted him the address for you favorite small restaurant and saved his number under 'Chan🐺'.

-

You guys met up and sat down at your usual table. You made awkward small talk for a while before you both finally started opening up. You asked him about his music and some of his favorite songs. And you told him how you were thinking about getting into dancing again and how you used to dance when you were younger. You both just chatted for about 2 hours before Chan said he should probably get back to work.

"Thanks for joining me, it was really nice to get to actually know you" You said smiling warmly.

"Thanks for inviting me, it was nice getting out of the house and enjoying myself for once." He replied before adding, "If you ever need a food buddy again let me know".

"Don't tempt me, it's a lot nicer eating with good company than alone". You smiled a bit of blush starting to make it's way to your cheeks.

You both said your goodbyes and headed to your houses.

-

You and Chan met for lunch about once a week after that. Chatting and every now and then maybe a little bit of subtle flirting neither of you were sure if the other person meant to do or not. You talked more about his music and how you planned on taking on some dance classes once you found a new place to stay. It'd become your new tradition, just the two of you. You liked that you had more time to figure him out and get to know more about him other than the ghost of a man the boys always said he was. You were really starting to enjoy his company, maybe a little too much? It didn't matter you were positive it was just a momentary crush. Nothing more. Right?

-

Karaoke night came quicker than you thought. You'd been so busy with work, your weekly lunches with Chan and trying to figure out where you'd be moving when your lease was up in a month that you'd almost forgotten about it.

You started getting ready for the night out with your best friends. This time though, you actually put effort into your appearance. You questioned yourself as to why you were even doing it. It's not like Jisung and Minho haven't seen you looking like like death, puking your guts up from way too many drinks, makeup smudged and hair a mess. I mean they've been the ones to hold your hair more times than you'd like to admit. So why did you want to feel pretty tonight? You'd usually just throw on something comfortable and that'd be that. Tonight though you opted to do your makeup, hair, and even put on a dress. It was a black dress that flared at the end coming down about mid thigh, just a simple skater type dress but cute none the less. You paired it with some combat boots and a cute necklace you'd gotten as a gift from Jisung on your 1 year friendaversary. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror smiling and threw some PJs in your bag and headed out.

-

Jisung and Minho were waiting for you outside like always, and when you walked out they both looked at you with wide eyes and open mouths.

"What the actual hell??? You look HOT!" Jisung gawked. Gaining a loud smack on the arm from Minho.

"Must I remind you I'm right here??" Minho said crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

Turning his attention to you now, "you do look good tonight, what's the special occasion?" he asked as if he didn't already know the answer.

"I don't know I just wanted to feel pretty I guess?" You said with a shrug.

"And doooo you feel pretty??" Jisung nudged you, wiggling his eyebrows.

You laughed, "I do". A firm nod sent his way.

"Great then let's go show everyone how it's done. We've got a showstopper tonight" Jisung joked dragging both you and Minho inside.

-

And just like all the times before, you left the karaoke bar and headed back to the dorm. Walking inside you noticed the 5 usual guys sitting around the coffee table already playing a card game. I.N looked up first and let out a loud gasp.

"Holy hell, warn somebody if your gonna show up looking like that y/n!" He said clutching his chest as if he were gonna have a heart attack looking at you.

You laughed almost snorting, "like what exactly, Innie?".

"Like you're about to take our souls right out of our chests" Said Felix falling into Hyunjin dramatically.

"Seriously Lix, I'm right here!" Hyunjin rolled his eyes throwing his arm around Felix. "You do look drop dead gorgeous tho! Finally took a page from my book of fashion, huh?"

Changbin hopped up and gave you a huge hug spinning you around, "You look stunning! To what do we owe the honor?" he jokingly bowed and you smacked his arm.

"Yall are ridiculous" you rolled your eyes smiling "I just felt like dressing up, it's been a while, and I wanted to feel pretty" you said with a shrug.

Seungmin smirked and just said "mhmm" cocking a brow at you. To which you gave him an annoyed glance before setting your bag down and sitting next to Changbin and I.N on the floor.

"So what are we playing tonight?" You asked looking around at the guys. Jisung and Minho took a seat on the other side of the table.

"Cards against humanity!" I.N said a little too happily.

"Oh? I didn't know you had a twisted since of humor Innie?" You quirked a brow smiling at him.

"Haha only sometimes. Hard not to be a little twisted living with these idiots" He said nodding his head at the guys sitting around the table.

"Yeah, we're the idiots here baby bread" Seungmin said pinching I.N's cheek fake cooing at him.

"Okay, okay be nice Min, jeez. This game is too perfect for you" You said rolling your eyes dramatically. Hyunjin joining in on the eye roll laughing and giving you a nod of appreciation.

"So who wants to read first then?" You say passing out white cards and splitting the black cards into two piles so everyone can reach them.

Just then Chan walked in, "I'll read first!" He said with his big cheesy smile.

"Oh, you decided to join us again? To what do we owe the honor?" You said giggling copying Changbins words from a few minutes ago.

"Just wanted to spend time with everyone. Is that so bad?" He replied.

"Not at all, I'm actually glad you decided to join us. Here come sit." You scooted over and patted the floor next to you with a smile on your face.

The rest of the guys shared a knowing glance with each other. Chan never told them he'd be there tonight, but they felt like he would be. He hadn't stopped asking them about their monthly nights with you. Hell, he hadn't shut up about you since the first time you both had lunch together. They just shrugged it off, smiling to themselves.

-

A few rounds around the table and you were ready for some food. So you got up to go get some snacks from the pantry telling the guys you'd be right back and to just continue playing. The second you got up to walk out Chan's heart had practically stopped beating. He blinked trying to shake himself out of it and looked at the guys who were all staring smugly at him. This time it was Minho who decided to meddle, giving Chan a nod towards the kitchen as if to silently communicate with the eldest.

-

"Need some help?"

This time you only slightly jumped back, careful not to drop the few snacks you'd grabbed.

"Jesus Chan, warn somebody! I'm gonna make you wear a bell around your neck if you keep sneaking up on me like that." You said with a smile and an eyeroll, setting the bags of chips down on the counter before heading back to the pantry to grab something sweet for contrast.

"A bell, really? Like a collar?" Chan chuckled raising a brow at you.

"If it'll keep you from trying to give me a heart attack every time I'm in the kitchen. Since you're here now though, can you grab the caramel?" You said while heading to the counter to place down the sweet snacks and now cutting up some apples.

Chan did as you asked, and a few moments later placed the caramel down on the counter near by the other snacks. He decided he'd try and help further and put the bags of chips you'd gotten into some bowls. You smiled in his direction thanking him.

"So what's the occasion? The guys seem to be shocked seeing you in a dress." He asked not so casually.

You shrugged, "Just wanted to feel pretty tonight I guess." With a slight blush on your cheeks and tip of your ears.

"Mhmm.. Well, you look absolutely gorgeous. But I'm sure you've heard that plenty tonight" Chan said with a little smirk and a small laugh.

"Haha, I guess, the guys wouldn't shut up when I walked in. Binnie literally picked me up and twirled me in his arms." You giggled trying to fight off the redness in your cheeks.

"Can't say I blame him." Chan muttered mostly to himself.

"Oh really? And why's that?" You asked.

Chan was a bit shocked you'd heard that. Trying to find a way to reply, "Uh, cause, you know, you look really good tonight and um.. just.." He trailed off praying you'd understand.

"Thank you, I'm glad you like it. If we're being honest here I maaayy have worn it hoping you'd be joining us tonight.." You looked down focusing on playing the snacks you'd put together for everyone. Trying to hide your embarrassment.

"Oh really?" Chan sounding a lot more confident and sure of himself now. "And why are you dressing up for me?" He asked quirking a brow at you.

"I guess you'll have to figure that part out." You said turning to take the food to the island. Only to be stopped by Chans hands landing on the counter caging you in your place.

He smiled his cheesy but cocky grin and looked at you with a fake puzzled look. He inched his face closer to yours and leaned to whisper in your ear "What? Do you like me or something or do you just like teasing me?". You gulped. Trying desperately to keep a neutral face you leaned in a bit more "Why can't it be both?" Then, it was your turn to smirk before moving his arm and setting the food on the island.

"Alright guys, foods on the counter if anyone's hungry" You called out from behind the island.

The 7 guys pushed and shoved their way to the island ready to devour the snacks.

"Think you made enough y/n?" Seungmin said already grabbing himself a cinnamoroll of the sweets board.

"There's 9 of us so probably not" You laughed, "I can always make more later if needed, or next time I can just come earlier and make everyone dinner so you all can stop acting so starved"

"I'll have you know that we ARE starved, Chan over here is always too busy to cook anymore, Minho is too up Jisungs ass to care if we eat, and Minnie and I aren't allowed anywhere near a stove or oven or waffle maker anymore" Felix said pouting, arms crossed.

"Well then it's settled, next time I'll make dinner. Speaking of Chan here..." You turned to look at the man, "what actually made you join us tonight? In the 3 years I've been having these sleepovers you've only joined maybe a handleful of times and now you've graced us all with two in a row? Did the guys force you? Blink if you need help." You giggled, mostly to yourself.

Chan chucked shaking his head, "No one forced me. Like i said before, i just wanted to spend time with everyone. Maybe i wanted to continueto get to know you better too." He grinned looking right at you.

Giving him your best shocked Pikachu face, you turned to him, "Well I'm glad you decided to spend time with us. I've enjoyed you being around more and I know they do too." You said motioning to the rest of the group who all nodded in unison.

-

Back in the livingroom you all played a few more rounds. Minho ended up getting the most black cards followed closely by I.N who only had 3 less than his older friend. You expected Minho to win anyways, he definitely had a darker sense of humor when he wasn't acting like a three year old on the world's biggest sugar rush. The guys slowly started heading to their rooms with Seungmin, I.N, and Changbin being the first to head to bed. They waved saying variants of goodnight to you and the guys. Changbin having to add once again how "gorgeous" you looked before walking out of the room. You just chuckled to yourself waving back as they walked away.

Turning to the remaining guys you asked, "so are yall heading up or do you want to turn on a movie?"

Hyunjin smirked folding his arms, "You can just ask for a cuddle buddy y/n. You have never once made it through a movie and you always fall asleep on one of us by the end of it."

"Hyunjin, have you considered maybe I just don't sleep and a movie somehow let's me relax enough to finally get some sleep? Otherwise I'd be up all night clawing at your doors just to scare you all" You laughed out loud at yourself.

"And here I thought I was the dramatic one. No need to go around causing nightmares y/n" He laughed. "I'm personally ready for bed and I am taking Lix with me". Felix faked a pout at this even though he was smiling widely. "Goodnight guys, goodnight y/n" Felix called out being dragged up the stairs by Hyunjin.

"Anyone else heading to bed or is it movie time?" You said now only standing with your besties and Chan.

"Well I'm usually up all night anyways, so I could go for a movie." Chan said with a smile on his face.

"Well we are going to head to bed, I'm exhausted from having to play bodyguard at the karaoke bar earlier" Jisung said nudging you giggling.

"Oh please, Minho was the one basically smacking anyone that tried talking to me. How am I ever supposed to find a man if yall make it your personal mission to smack around anyone who tries to so much as say hi?" You said crossing your arms facing the two of them.

What you didn't notice was Chan's face when you mentioned finding a man. Maybe he could be man? Well, as if he wasn't trying before, He definitely is now.

"Well excuse us if we don't approve of you "finding" some weirdo from the karaoke bar" Minho said rolling his eyes. "You deserve better than that y/n, we just care." You missed the little look he shot Chan. Silently asking Chan if he liked you and the look Chan gave back saying yes.

"And on that unexpected sappy note babe, let's go to bed. Goodnight you two, don't stay up too late" Jisung called over his shoulder holding Minhos hand and heading to bed.

"Well, I guess it's just us then. I'm gonna go put on my pjs, mind picking a movie?" You asked Chan, smiling warmly as you grabbed you bag and headed to the bathroom.

Walking out of the bathroom now comfortable, you made your way over to the couch. Chan was already sitting and scrolling on his phone while he waited for you.

"So, uh, it's not a movie but I figured we could binge watch a few episodes of Dragon Ball Z if you're up for it?" He said looking a bit nervous.

You giggled nodding quickly, "Hell yeah I love Dragon Ball!".

About 3 episodes in you started getting tired. Moving around trying to make yourself comfortable without just fully laying down.

"You getting tired again?" Chan asked.

"No, I'm fine, just uncomfortable." You said deciding to just deal with neck pain you'd probably end up having tomorrow.

"You know, if you wanted you could take my room and I'll sleep down here? I'm kind of shocked the guys have had you sleeping on the couch this whole time" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"No, absolutely not. It's your room and you of all people should be sleeping comfortably. And they've offered to let me sleep in their beds but I couldn't take their spaces from them." You replied.

"Well, apparently you desperately need sleep too. Besides, I'm not taking no for an answer." He shrugged.

"Well you're going to have to because I'll be sleeping here on the couch Channie" You nodded once.

After another episode had passed you were asleep. You felt someone pick you up and start to carry you. Peaking through your lashes, barely conscious you saw Chan smiling down at you, before opening the door to his room carefully. He placed you in his bed and pulled the covers up before turning to walk out the room.

"Chan.." You said groggily.

"Hmm?"

"I can't take your bed from you, I'll feel awful" You whined barely able to keep your eyes open. "Please just stay with me"

He looked at you both amused but with caution. "Are you sure? I just want you to be comfortable".

You pulled him over and softly patted the bed next to you. Nodding faintly, "I'm sure. I could use a cuddle anyways. I slept really well last time".

"Only if you're comfortable with it."

"I am. Now come here." You reached up at him with grabby hands and puppy dog eyes.

He laughed softly, "Okay, okay. No need to pout. Scoot over."

He climbed into his bed and you scooted back to cuddle him, head on his chest and your arm across his stomach.

"Mmm.. this is nice." You mumbled into his chest before you fell asleep. He laid there smiling resting his head on yours. 'Yeah, this is nice.' He thought before falling asleep himself.

-

Everyone besides you an Chan had eaten breakfast together, and were now lounging around in various areas of the main floor. I.N was sitting at the kitchen island scrolling on his phone. Changbin was on the couch annoying Hyunjin who was sat on the chair sketching a panda. Felix and Seungmin were sitting on the floor against the couch playing Mario cart and arguing over who would win.

Jisung and Minho walked into the livingroom from cleaning up the breakfast mess. "Anyone seen y/n or Chan this morning? Her bag is still here, so I don't think she left." Jisung asked the group. They all shook their heads, some shrugging their shoulders. Jisung and Minho shared a somewhat hopeful glance.

-

Waking up this morning you felt a sense of peace and comfort. Something you (and Chan) haven't felt in a very long time. Rolling over to face him, he started waking up. With a sleepy smile on his face he pulled you in closer. "Mmm. Good morning cutie" He said groggily, his morning voice being more raspy than normal.

You giggled in his arms, "Good morning Channie." You said before pulling back a little to look at him. "Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed, and for the cuddles. It was definitely a lot nicer than the couch. Plus, you make a great body pillow." You joked.

"Of course, i couldnt just let you sleep on the couch knowing I had a perfectly good bed you could use. The cuddles were just a major plus. Speaking of which, body pillow huh? Didn't know they could hug you back. I think I'm a bit better than a pillow." He joked secretly hoping you'd agree.

"You're right. Body pillows are waayyyy more comfy." You joked back before adding, "I'm just kidding, you're definitely better than a body pillow. Way more warm too"

He smiled pulling you into him one more time before saying, "We should probably get up now. I'm sure the guys are having a field day coming up with why we are both missing".

"Eh, let them. I don't mind. It's not like Jisung and Minho aren't already rooting for us to happen. Not to mention the 3 that had us sleeping on the couch together last time." You said cuddling into his chest one more time before finally pulling away to get up.

"Touche. Well, they aren't the only ones." Chan said nervously.

You turned to look at him blushing more than you'd like with a big grin on your face, "Chan, you're rooting for us?"

"Well yeah, I like you y/n.. I understand if you don't like me like that though. I'm happy to just be friends if that's what you prefer." His voice barely over a whisper, his nerves taking over.

You walked over yo him cupping his face in your hands. "I like you too Chan, I honestly surprised you couldn't tell by now."

"I didn't want to assume"

You laughed, "I thought I made it pretty obvious wearing a dress, trying to subtly flirt, making sure you sat by me." You started to list off before leaning in for a kiss. It started out slow, a gentle peck, before turning into something only slightly more passionate. You pulled away smiling, "Hopefully that was obvious enough." You said giggling before going in for one more quick peck.

-

A few minutes later, you and Chan head downstairs into the livingroom.

"Ooo where'd ya'll go last night??" Jisung asked wiggling his brows and giggling.

You shoved his arm, "Chan let me take his bed and I asked him to stay since it was his room. And before you ask, no. Nothing happened." You said firmly glaring at your friend.

"Geez, I wasn't gonna say anything.." Jisung said with his hands up feigning innocence.

"Sure you weren't Ji. Just like I'm not gonna kick your ass for trying to trap Chan and I together every chance you get" You raised your hand as if you were gonna hit him jokingly. "And as for the rest of you.." shooting glares around the room, "don't think we don't know what you all were trying to do. Chan and I will be the ones to decide when and if there's something there." You looked at Chan nudging him softly. The guys however, missed it.

They all looked down guiltily. "Sorry.. we just want you both to be happy. We'll stop trying to make things happen, it's not our place. Please don't be upset with us." Felix pleaded looking like a hurt puppy.

"I'm not upset with any of you. I couldn't be even if I tried. Just let things happen when they happen." You said smiling softly at the group.

"You're right, we're sorry y/n. Speaking of which have you found a place to move when your lease is up? You could always stay here until you find somewhere if needed." Jisung offered with a soft smile.

"I have a few places I've looked at but nothing really promising. And thank you Ji, but I think I'll pass on sleeping the couch longer than a night at a time" You replied.

"You could always sleep with me." Chan shrugged laughing a little too hard. You hit his shoulder glaring daggers at him.

Jisung and a few others shot you a look before sitting down next to Felix to join in on Mario Kart.

"Well as much as I love hanging out guys, I got places to look at before going back to work tomorrow. I'll see you all next month" You said grabbing your bag, making sure everything was in it.

They all said their goodbyes to you barely even looking up. You smiled to yourself at how much like family they all felt to you now. Standing up to leave you looked at Chan giving him a warm smile and waving goodbye. He waved back a you went on your way.

-

Chan sat down in the living room looking at the guys, "So I know Jisung won't mind, but what do the rest of you think about y/n moving in?"

"Just means more movie nights, I'm down." Felix said.

"She's already family at this point of course we won't mind." Minho said matter of factly.

"More time with y/n? Sign me up! Maybe she can whip Jisung and Felix into acting like normal humans instead of fussy toddlers." Changbin said smacking Jisung on the back laughing.

The rest of the guys all agreed. Chan decided they would wait until next month to offer so you had time to find a place of your own first. He didn't want you to feel pressured because of the friend group.

-

You'd looked at 10 different apartment/dorms over the month and not one of them fit your budget or need to be within walking distance of your job. You were feeling extremely overwhelmed. Walking up to the stairs of your 11th apartment option, you reminded yourself that tonight you'd be able to just relax with the boys. You and Chan had texted every single day with him even trying to help you search for places. You still made time for your weekly lunches and even had a few extra lunches together. You were honestly falling pretty hard for him and couldn't wait to see him tonight and fall asleep in his arms again.

-

Back at your apartment you went through the box of clothes you'd packed up and dug out a cute black tank top and some sweatpants that had a flattering fit. You threw your hair up in a bun and headed outside to meet Jisung and Minho.

"Hey guys, I know we haven't missed karaoke once, but do you mind if we just head straight to the dorms tonight? I promised the guys last time I'd make dinner and I don't think I have it in me to do that and go all out singing like we normally would." You asked them with a small sigh.

"Yeah we don't mind. Are you okay? Did you find a place yet?" Jisung asked.

"No, I've see 11 places this month and honestly I'm about to give up. It's all just getting to me." You sighed again.

"Well let's just try to enjoy tonight then. Chan offered to help make dinner so you didn't have to do it alone" Jisung smiled at you.

"Did he? That's really sweet of him." You said smiling to yourself. A small blush creeping on your cheeks.

Jisung nodded, opting to not tease you this time.

-

Walking inside the dorm Hyunjin greeted you first, "I see you decided against gracing us all with a pretty dress this time" He joked, eyes shrinking from his smile.

"Eh, not really feeling it this time." You said back heading for the kitchen.

"Anyone have anything specific that'd like for dinner?" You called back.

Before you could even turn around to look at them they all started bickering about who would get to pick and why they should be the one who gets to pick.

"You fucked up, shouldn't have even asked them, now they'll be arguing for the next hour" Chan said from behind you in the kitchen laughing heartily.

You giggled letting out a small snort, "Yeah, I knew I shouldn't have said anything the second it left my mouth".

"Alright you guys chill, y/n and I will be making whatever we feel like so get over it" Chan yelled to the guys.

They all settled down, pouting to themselves and started back at doing their own things while they waited.

"Jisung told me you offered to help me cook. Thank you" You smiled at Chan warmly.

"It's the least I could do. There's a lot of us it's definitely not a one person job" He said smiling to himself.

"Can't argue there, but you also didn't have to."

"Well I wanted to." He replied wrapping his arms around your waist. "Plus it gives us some extra time together." He kissed your cheek before heading to get dinner started.

-

"Felix, I.N, could yall please set the table? Dinner will be ready in 10" You called out to the living room. The boys hopped up immediately smiling at you and grabbing dishes and silverware heading to the dinning room.

You and Chan took the food to the table and let everyone know dinner was ready. Chan pulled out a chair for you to his right and you sat down smiling at him in thanks. He nodded before sitting himself at the head of the table. To your left sat Jisung and Minho. Changbin and Seungmin were at the end of the table opposite of Chan. Across from you was Hyunjin, with Felix next to him and then I.N on the end by Chanbin. You all started digging in, everyone chatting amongst themselves. I.N looked at you and Chan feeling playful, "Thanks mom, thanks dad, dinner is amazing!" He said laughing loudly. And the rest of the guys joined in laughing too. "Our parents are great cooks" Felix added.

"Will you guys stop!" You said shooting them a glare, blush finding it's way to your cheeks.

Thank god you didn't look at Chan who was also blushing profusely shooting warning glares at the two boys.

-

After dinner the guys brought in the dishes to the kitchen. You and Chan cleaned the dishes, now cleaning the rest of the kitchen and dining room from the aftermath of a small food fight the youngests had started during dinner.

Chan looked at you, "So I know said you still haven't found anywhere to stay. You know you're always welcome here" He offered with a slight nudge of the elbow.

"Haha you just want an extra cook. But it's okay, I don't want to cause any issues for anyone. I'll be okay." You smiled kindly back at him.

"Its not an issue for any of us. We kind of already all talked about it and Changbin and I.N offered to bunk together so you could have your own room if you wanted. No couch." He said kind of chuckling.

"As sweet as that is, I'm not taking one of their rooms. That's not fair to them. I really do appreciate the offer though." You smiled again, a bit sad this time. 'What are my other options though I have to be out by Friday' you thought to yourself.

"You could um.." Chan trailed off not wanting to scare you away.

"I could umm, what?" You questioned.

"You could stay in my room if you wanted.." He said running his fingers through his hair giggling nervously.

"Chan, I'm not taking your room from you either." You said firmly.

"Uh, I meant like.. um.. like room with me?" He was looking down at the table now. He'd been scrubbing the same spot since bringing up you staying with them.

"Oh.. uh, are you sure? I know weve been seeing each other but.. " You trailed off unsure of how to say the rest of what you wanted to say.

"Buuutt?? What?" He questioned waiting for you to finish.

"We haven't really, like, ya know.. made anything official." You said staring down at the table.

"Well I'm officially asking you to room with me, and if you'd let me be so honored, I'd like if we were, ya know, official?" Chan blurted out with a mixture of eagerness and nervousness.

"Are you sure?" You asked almost shocked. You knew how you both felt about each other, yet, somehow it still felt unreal.

"Yes I'm sure y/n! Will you please let me make your mine already? Moving in or not, I want to be able to call you mine" He pleaded.

"Yes. Yes to both." You smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

"Thank you, for being mine." He said softly, head nuzzled into your neck.

"I couldnt imagine being anyone else's" You smiled back, kissing him one more time before pulling away to look at him. "We should um, probably tell the guys I'm staying then. I'm gonna need some help getting the stuff out of my apartment" You giggled pulling him for a big hug in one more time before pulling apart completely.

You both finished cleaning quickly before walking into the livingroom together. Chan did a quick head count to make sure everyone was there.

"Okay guys, I spoke with y/n about her staying with us and she decided she'd stay, so we will need some help with week moving her stuff in if you all don't mind" Chan said to the room.

Jisung jumped up "YESSSS!! I knew you couldn't stay away from me" He chuckled. "How's movie night gonna work now tho?"

"Same as always maybe more often now tho" You winked playfully at him.

Changbin was the next to stand up "so who's room are you taking?? Mine or I.N's? Might as well start clearing it out before we bring you stuff over. "

"Uh, about that. I didn't feel right taking either of your rooms from you.." You said smiling sheepishly.

"You're absolutely NOT sleeping on the couch" Felix said kind of sternly.

"You're right Felix. She's not. She.. uh, she decided to stay with me in my room." Chan said looking at the boys a bit nervously.

Jisungs jaw dropped, the rest of the room mirrored his expression, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

"Does this mean...??" Hyunjin asked hesitantly.

"Yes. We're officially together now. Not that you all didnt know we've been talking.." You said glancing quickly to Chan and then back to Hyunjin.

Chan nodded a little too quickly, smiling his big cheesy smile. "Yepp. Which means Changbin, keep your hands to yourself." Chan chuckled looking at Changbin and then down at you, pulling you close into his side with his arm around your waist. You blushed a little too much at that. Changbin put his hands up surrendering with a laugh.

The guys all cheered a bit too excitedly. Giving you and Chan both hugs and nods of waaayy too much approval. You giggled at them being so dramatic over you and Chan now dating, but it warmed your heart to know they all supported you.

-

Friday came fast and the guys had helped you move your things into the dorm. Felix and Changbin also helped you sell the things you weren't taking with you. Once you were all back at the dorms you sat down on the couch. Plopping yourself between Chan and I.N, your head falling back in exhaustion.

"Why don't you go take a nap in your new room" Seungmin said looking smugly.

"I think I will." You replied giving him the same look as you went to get up. "Oh btw, thank you guys for meddling. You did good for once" You joked looking at the three boys who started all of this. And with that you made your way to Chans.. Your new room before falling onto the bed. Chan walked in behind you and shut the door before falling on the bed next to you.

"Do you want me to help you unpack later?" He asked turning to prop himself up on his elbow facing you.

"If you don't mind" You smiled at him kindly.

"Of course I don't mind" He grinned kissing your forehead. "Now come get some sleep before we get to work." He pulled you into his chest and you smiled, quickly falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. A sound you had really come to love.

[fanaticmorelikefantastic]

Emergency HCs for Octobie Week Three :D

Hcs for @the-kr8tor s Octobie event!

Also, last times, I forgot to credit @the-shroom-garden for the banners, so sorry :(

It was becoming EXTREMELY apparent that I would be unable to finish a whole chapter in time and I am already a week late, so this is about how r and hobie in the verse I made for this event start dating, relationship dynamics etc. It's like a candy salad

I have this really big idea where the day they started dating was the one year anniversary of r and him living together

Idk if it's weird or not, but I was thinking like, she's going to her first ever riot (bc it's their anniversary, yk, that's what people do on their anniversary)

And r gets to throw a molotov for the first time :D

I feel like she was like, uncannily excited about it

Like, she had been practicing for weeks

So she chucks it and it lands straight in the unidentified and corrupt governmental official's window, blows it up

So r screams like a little girl who got a pony for her birthday, she turns and jumps onto hobie, then tugs him down and gives him a big fat kiss

and he kisses back :0

And she doesn't even notice for a while afterward she's just standing there all smiling like :]

And like, the moment she realizes it, the cops pull up and they have to split

so they're like, running from the cops while trying to figure out their relationship like, "Stop right there!! D:<" "So, are we dating, or did you..."

And it's funny, it's a tale for the ages

I am a firm believer of Hobie calling r lovie

I am also 100% biased

I feel like r wouldn't have a concrete pet name for hobie, and instead she just makes up a ton of new ones all the time

one that she's currently fond of it literally just Hobart, but with an extra emphasis on the "-bart"

I feel like he asks her every morning what today's nickname is

like it's a part of the morning weather

"Today is cloudy with a chance of being called Hobby-Lobby"

R TEACHES HOBIE HOW TO WALTZ

This is canon now, I have just decided

and I feel like hobie usually hates dacing, but he learns it because he loves dancing with HERRRRR

And they toally just waltz to everything now

like heavy metal? alt rock?

sounds like something that should be waltzed to

I want to make a separate fic for when he tells r he's spiderman, but we'll see if I actually end up doing it, or if my bones return to the ether before I'm able to.

I think she would be surprised, upset, happy, and sad all at once

A very big mix of emotions because everything is kind of coming full circle and it all finally makes sense

but also sad because he's out there all the time, working his but off for his ideals and saving people and r is just kind of here (as in she feels guilty that she wasn't able to help him because of an internalized feeling of inadequacy)

After she finds out, she sews up his suit and stuff for him, does the best she can to support him while he's away and stuff

[it-happened-one-fic]

Congrats on 300! Glad your writing is finding an audience. I'd be happy to submit a request for your event! Can I have TWST, Earl Grey tea and Angel Food Cake? Thank you!

Thank you so much for the congratulations! I recognized your name as soon as I go this request from the various comments you've made on my fics and it made me so happy! I hope you enjoy this Earl Grey Tea and Angel Food Cake fic!

A Pretty Good Choice – Floyd

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ romantic/ Earl Grey Tea and Angel Food Cake prompt

Word Count: 1922 words

Azul had come scrambling into Ramshackle, his pale blue eyes bright as he looked at me with raw excitement and a certain level of smugness that often seemed to come with success when one was dealing with Azul.

“I’ve done it! I’ve found a way to keep you here!” He stated those words with utter pride, which had me practically dropping Grim in shock.

In truth, we’d discovered that I couldn’t stay in Twisted Wonderland due to my status as a foreign entity. Crowley had been utterly delighted when he’d explained it to me.

“You see? I have, of course, been looking into the matter, and, as it turns out, we need not worry about sending you home! Rather, you will be sucked back into your world before long simply because you aren’t originally from Twisted Wonderland and have nothing to hold you here.”

His words had been a heavy blow because I’d become quite attached to the people here and to the friends I’d made quite some time ago. I no longer wanted to return home. Especially since I had no clue about what awaited me. 

Everyone I knew, even my family, could be convinced I was dead and had probably already moved on, considering how long I’d been here. 

To reappear now would throw everyone’s lives, including mine, into disarray. I wouldn’t even know how to explain what had happened, and I was almost positive that no one would believe me.

“Crowley told you it was just a matter of not being tied to this world, right?” Azul’s questioning dragged me out of my thoughts and back to the present. Causing me to nod even though I felt totally out of my depth.

“Yeah… He said that since there was nothing to hold me here, this world would eventually eject me.” Even the words tasted wrong, but I forced myself to remain in the moment.

Azul had said he’d found a way to keep me here. So maybe, just maybe, there really was a way.

I watched as the housewarden pushed his glasses up in what I could only call a smug manner, “Well then. All you have to do is get married.”

I gaped up at the young man as Grim let out a shocked yowl that perfectly matched my thoughts.

Azul rolled his eyes at both of our reactions and gestured for me to follow him, “Come with me. I’ll explain on the way to the Mostro Lounge.”

And explain he did. 

Apparently, I would be entering into a contract with someone else that would be officiated by Azul and would essentially serve as an arranged marriage contract.

“You won’t actually be marrying someone, and should you find a partner who you wish to be with, you will be promptly released from the contract to marry that person. This is just a measure to keep you in this world,” Azul pushed open the door to his lounge as he finished smoothly.

I nodded slowly before frowning slowly, “And the matter of payment?”

Azul’s hand went to his chest in a feigned shock, “You think I would make you pay for such a service? Angelfish, I’m doing this to help you out of this truly unfortunate situation you’ve found yourself in. Let your partner-to-be handle the payment.”

So whoever was in this contract with me would be handling the payment… Well, Azul had said before that I had nothing of interest to offer him. 

“And who is this partner-to-be?” At my words, Azul stopped. A genuine frown appearing on his face as he twisted to better face me.

“That’s the problem at hand. I brought you here to go ahead and sign the contract, but you’ll need to find a willing partner.” He looked back at me, worry shining slightly in his eyes in a way that reminded me that he was actually doing this because he cared.

Because I’d befriended the octatrio shortly after Azul’s overblot, and since then they’d been far more genuinely benevolent, though they did still like to be repaid for their kindness whenever possible.

“So I’ll be looking for someone willing to enter into an arranged marriage contract and foot the bill for your services?” My tone sounded wavering and uncertain to even my own ears, but Azul simply waved off my concerns, his own way of being comforting I supposed, before gesturing for me to sit at a table.

“You have plenty of close friends; I’m sure you’ll find someone willing. Just sit down, and I’ll be right back with the contract.” He twisted on his heel, looking towards the bar, “Floyd!”

At Azul’s call, the lanky young man in question looked up. His expression was initially one of boredom until he spotted me, at which time his eyes brightened. 

It was odd that he hadn’t noticed me the moment I’d stepped into the room. Normally Floyd was almost inhumanly fast when it came to noticing my presence.

In fact, he’d often appear by my side with a smile on his face and my nickname on his lips before I’d even managed to spot him in the crowd.

“Get them something to drink while they wait,” After giving his orders, Azul glanced back over his shoulder at me with a grin on his face that told me he’d thought of something to sweeten the deal.

 “Don’t worry, it’ll be on the house for today. Think of it as a celebration.” With only those words, he strolled off, not even giving me a chance to object.

And even if I had wanted to object, Floyd was already strolling over with a smile on his face as he whipped out a notepad and clicked his ink-pen in preparation, “What’ll it be, Shrimpy? I recommend something expensive since Azul is paying.”

I smiled slightly at his advice before shaking my head slightly, "How about something light… or maybe something to calm my nerves?”

I pondered my order out loud and got to watch as Floyd’s smile disappeared and a frown appeared in its place. 

He sat his notepad down on the table and slid into the booth across from me, “What’s wrong? Having second thoughts about staying already? That’s no good, Shrimpy.”

Despite his light-hearted phrasing, Floyd’s tone was filled with something I was less used to. Concern.

Both his worry and questions startled me, causing my eyes to go wide before I shook my head vehemently, “No! No! Not at all. I definitely want to stay; it's just….”

I trailed off as I considered the situation that now lay before me, “It’s just that marriage seems so sudden. I haven’t considered it at all, and I certainly can’t think of anyone to ask to enter into this contract with me.”

I shifted awkwardly in my seat as Floyd’s gaze seemed to all but drill into me. Pushing me for answers and forcing me to sort through my own thoughts, “I mean, who would want to be in an arranged marriage contract, much less with me? And that’s not even considering the matter of paying Azul.”

The more I thought about it, the more it felt like I’d exchanged one massive issue for one slightly smaller but still very difficult problem. What made it worse was that if I didn’t find anyone, I would be back at square home. 

Getting sucked back into my world even though I knew I wanted to stay here. Because I had people I cared for here. Floyd, Azul, Deuce, Ace, Grim… And that was only listing a small few of a very large number.

Floyd tilted his head, staying silent as Azul reappeared with a glowing yellow contract in his hand and a smile on his face. Or at least there was a smile on his face before he spotted Floyd sitting at the table that had no drink on it.

“Floyd, I thought I told you to get them a drink?” Floyd waved off Azul, eliciting a sigh from the housewarden before his smile returned, though gentler this time.

“Here Angelfish. You’ll just need to sign here,” He pointed at a dotted line as he laid the paper in front of me before offering me a pen.

I paused, hesitating before letting the pen’s tip touch down and I started carefully signing my name.

 I had a myriad of concerns, but I had to at least try. Even if I couldn’t think of anyone, someone may yet show up who’d be willing to enter into this contract with me. Though who that was I had no clue.

I had barely pulled the pen away from the paper before Floyd had reached out, deftly spinning the paper so that it faced him.

“Floyd?” I questioned him aloud, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he continued on about his business, and I soon received his wordless explanation in the form of his signature on the dotted line right next to mine.

Me and Azul gawked at him as he nonchalantly unclicked his pen and pocketed it. Azul looked from the paper to Floyd and then over to me, while Floyd just grinned at me, completely unperturbed.

“Floyd, are…” I stumbled across my words, causing the grin on Floyd’s face to only grow as I fumbled, “Are you sure? This is an arranged marriage contract, you know? And-”

“I’m like you, Shrimpy~ I hadn’t put a lot of thought into marriage either.” His tone was a happy one as he leaned down until his arms were crossed on the table with his head resting against them as he continued to look up at me.

“But I like you, so if I had to get married, I think you’d be a pretty good choice. Doncha think?” His smile softened ever so slightly as he looked up at me, and I felt myself go still, my eyes widening as I looked down at him.

Half of me was still surprised by his impulsive decision, but the other half of me was beyond touched and even a little flustered as I looked across the table at the young man, who, I couldn’t deny, was one of the main reasons I wanted to stay in Twisted Wonderland.

I found myself smiling at him, fondness creeping into my tone as I answered him at last, “And I certainly can’t complain about this arrangement either.”

Floyd outright grinned at my words, sitting up and even leaning forward a bit with his excitement. His gaze was almost expectant, like he knew I had more to say.

And, to be fair, I did. Because how could I not when he’d just solved my issues with a single signature, “Thank you, Floyd.”

Azul let out a sigh at my soft words, shaking his head a little even though he had the slightest of smiles on his face as he looked between the two of us, “Then the two of you are sure?”

I looked up at him, nodding with a smile still on my face, as Floyd bobbed his head cheerfully and responded in his customary sing-song tone, “Absolutely.”

Azul looked down at the contract, still smiling, as he signed his own name on the only remaining line, sealing the deal and causing it to light up with a brilliant flash of magic as he worked his signature spell. “Well, I suppose there’s only one thing left to do then.”

He looked up at both of us as he finished, “We just need to tell Jade that he now has a sister-in-law.”

[plusultraetc]

Fic Writer Interview

Thank you so much @starlightbelle for tagging me!! If there are any One Piece fans following this blog, I highly recommend Belle's fics!

-- How many works do you have on AO3?

Officially I have 18, but it's 19 if you include the Star Wars au (my beloved). I haven't taken it out of the anonymous collection yet because I promised myself I would only do so when I posted the second chapter, but I still count it in my head!

-- What's your total AO3 word count?

95,613 :') I know that's nothing compared to some writers, but I am unreasonably pleased with it. I'm wondering if I should do something fun when I break 100k, which should hopefully be soon with chapter 2 of 'now i'm glad i get forever' 🤞

-- What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

there's no good tricks but old ones

i'll take what i can get, i'll take what i am given

you've got no fear of the underdog

write me a list of how it is

every battle, every day

-- Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do!! I'm a smidge behind on literally everything this month, but I eventually respond to them all <3 I really do appreciate every single comment, they literally make my entire week and sometimes it takes me so long to reply because I am editing my response four hundred times to take out all of the !!!s.

(I also love getting to talk to others in the fandom, even if it's just for a single exchange--MHA is actually the Most Involved I've ever been in a fandom, and I've met so many really cool people by commenting and replying to comments on fics!! Thank you ao3 comments section, I love you ao3 comments section.)

-- What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm this is tough bc I don't write a lot of angsty endings, and most of my fics are canon compliant anyway so the angst is relative? With this in mind, it's probably 'there's no good tricks but old ones'--it's one of my only fics where there isn't some kind of emotional breakthrough or connection reached (or even the start of one) and it's pre-Paranormal Liberation War arc so we all know Hawks is headed for A Really Bad Time 😬

-- What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

All of them,, but I did write about Shinsou finding out he'd been accepted into the hero course in 'every battle, every day' which might take the cake (Brian from TAZ voice I'm so proud of them etc)

-- Do you write crossovers?

Do crossovers have to include characters from another media? Bc I've written aus set in other universes, but none of the characters from them appear 🤔

-- Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Thankfully no! I did once receive a comment that was just like. A Statement with no tonal indicators, In All Caps, but I'm 99% sure it was meant to be taken positively. okay 98% sure.

-- Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope! (I also don't read E-rated fics even though I get so many interesting looking recommendations with that rating 😭 If you've ever recommended me an E-rated fic and I just never brought it up again I'M SORRY)

-- Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of?

-- Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no!

-- Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I think it would be fun :D

-- What's your all-time favorite ship?

It feels like cheating to say erasermic on the MHA blog, but like. I'm going to say erasermic on the MHA blog. I don't think I'd ever written anything for a ship in my life before them. To be loved is to be changed but to have a ship is also to be changed.

-- What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Never say never but rip time travel fic lol.

-- What are your writing strengths?

IF I SAY SOMETHING YOU DISAGREE WITH LOOK AWAY. But. I think I write good dialogue, especially banter, and that I am occasionally funny. I also think I'm pretty good at describing places, but only if I have a clear mental image of them, so I feel like you can always tell when I'm not sure what a room looks like (which is most of the time).

-- What are your writing weaknesses?

Second-guessing and self-doubting myself into genuine writing paralysis. Also internal monologue/narration, like a character thinking about and articulating their feelings :')

-- What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm a little confused about this question?? But I also only speak one language fluently so I can't do this anyway 😭

-- What was the first fandom you wrote for?

When my sister and I were kids we used to pick our favorite characters from a bunch of different movies/books/shows and tell stories about them all going on some kind of gigantic crossover adventure, so it was probably something along the lines of 'Scooby-Doo, Batman, and Jedidiah from Night at the Museum vs Firelord Ozai'

-- What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I have a few Demon Slayer WIPs I'd love to figure out one day!

-- What's your favorite fic you've written?

This question is so hard bc like. Does it mean my favorite fic while I was working on it, or my favorite result? The fic that was easiest to write, or most difficult but most worth it?? The fic I've reread the most, or the fic I'm afraid to reread in case it doesn't live up to the memory I have of it??? Can I do a top 3????

This was so much fun!! (even though it did give me several small crises staring at my stats page--run 'i'll take what i can get, i'll take what i am given,' 'there's no good tricks but old ones' is right behind you!!) No-pressure tagging @machiroads @blinkeasy @kyurilin @karliahs @poppy5991 @ifyougoillfollow and anyone else who sees this & wants to participate!! I was scrolling through my following tab but omg it's a long list so I def missed some writers 😭

[iamnmbr3]

hello once again!🤍

(Before i start, everyone has their own interpretation about pansy and Draco's relationship but personally, i don't think they were besties or friends as fandom shows(i understand why they do that)and i even don't think they were dating i think pansy had a crush on draco, desperately drooling over him but not that deep feelings really and draco liked attention)

But my point is how many people think they were dating and it was IMPLIED in their opinion.. so i really think it is harry's pov making them think like that and MORE INTERESTING thing is that harry doesn't notice ginny has a crush on him and fans tell he's as observant as brick wall(which i'm not agreeing) but the moment pansy shows interest and attention to draco, harry notices it(like draco coming in yule ball with pansy and "she was clutching his arm")and mentions it in some unpleasant way(like stroking draco's hair)

I can't stop smiling thinking about this really. What do you feel about this?😂

Hello! What a great question. Basically I agree with you. I have to say I really do enjoy some good Draco & Pansy friendship dynamics in fic. But just like fics can add in romances between characters who weren't romantically involved in canon (and do an amazing job of it too - there are characters who are married in my head even tho they never even met in canon due to some excellent fics I've read) fanon can extrapolate based on what is in canon or what just seems fun even if there's not much canonical basis.

Draco's dynamic with his fellow Slytherins in canon is super interesting and we get hints that there's actually a lot of distance and performativeness in how he interacts with them, which means that even before 6th year he's actually very isolated and lacks any true confidants, even though it's not that apparent till then.

In his world - the world of rich, influential purebloods - Draco is genuinely hugely important. I mean, his family are sitting in the Minister's Box in book 4. No other family is there. It's all officials. They are important and influential due to their wealth and social connections. Draco is a Black on his mother's side and Malfoy on his father's side, so from a blood purest perspective he's also about as pedigreed and high status as you can get.

All this is to say that he has a certain image to maintain and doesn't really interact with his classmates as equals. He treats Crabbe and Goyle as minions, more than friends - something that they apparently resent, as they are rather gleeful about switching up this dynamic once his family has a fall from grace. Similarly I would imagine there is a certain distance in his relationship with Pansy and that they probably don't have the intimacy that Harry has with his friends, though a closer dynamic can be super fun to read and explore in fic.

I personally read Draco as gay and so I don't think he had romantic feelings for Pansy. I think Pansy's feelings for Draco can be read several different ways. She may have been attracted to him and/or assumed they would get married since he would be an advantageous match (even if he was gay he may also have assumed they would eventually marry). Or they could have simply been friends since he certainly is a very important person to be friends with within her social circle.

She does seem to stick by him in 6th year when his family is starting to have troubles (though of course him being a Death Eater may given the illusion that should Voldemort take over, he'd be in good standing again - by 7th year this illusion is gone and it's clear that Voldemort does not favor his family and they are "finished" as Crabbe puts it.)

In the 6th book Pansy can also be read as knowing Draco has a crush on Harry and being romantically interested in Blaise, not in Draco. She and Blaise do eventually get married after all, and Pansy seems awfully interested in figuring out what kind of girl he likes. I tend to prefer this reading and like to see Draco and Pansy as mostly platonic, though with the possibility that Draco did know there was a possibility they might end of married because #Purebloods.

Regardless, I don't think they were ever dating. Harry would definitely have noticed if they were. I think they just kind of defaulted to each other for plus one type situations. (Just as they might have defaulted to matrimony at one point, before deciding to ultimately forge their own paths with the people they preferred). Harry does definitely get weirdly jealous of just the idea that they might be dating. Which is sure interesting. But they don't ever seem to. If they were actually together I'm quite sure Harry would have noticed and thrown a fit lol.

[alemonyoyo]

No Country for Young Humans - Chapter 8.5

I am officially back at school, attending my final year of high school! I will be busy, chapters will come out very infrequently!

To tide you over, since I am exhausted, have this short little bit of actual PLOT!!! (IK not just North Star fluff, dw, that will come soon).

Also, I'm drifting a little from the UTY fandom (yeah, uh oh) but I definitely DON'T wanna abandon this fic!

Worse comes to worse, I'll finish it swiftly, and do my best to still make that entertaining. This is the longest fic I think I've ever wrote, most of my other stuff is oneshots!

Sorry about all that, hopefully you can enjoy this very short snippet of what's to come (maybe heh).

Missed the previous chapters? Check out the Masterlist!

Words: 552

Tags: GN Reader, Jealousy, Plot?

Summary: We shift to a new perspective as things unfold behind the scene.

Chapter 8.5 - A New Perspective:

There was a piercing sound in the air. It was faint, but persistent. Her ears, sharp as a dagger, picked up its sound all too well. As she fumbled with the equipment splayed out on the desk beneath her, she found her patience waning thin, the sound piercing into her skull, stabbing like the thick spears of the Royal Guard.

How could she let it get this far? How could she have been so stupid? She should have killed them right then and there when they walked into the Wild East, yet the look on his face; it healed all of her wounds, though only for a moment. She entertained this idea only to keep him happy, but it had been too long now to turn back.

Ceroba walked over to the vials of serum, each a pungent blue in colour, painfully standing out amongst the backdrop of muted greys. She had to do this. For Kanako. It was the only way to keep her alive.

Going through with this though, she thought, would ruin everything for him.

She had never felt so happy for him, the moment they admitted their feelings for him. That flustered look on their face, all bashful yet trusting in her company. They *trusted* her. Star trusted her. And she was going to throw that all away.

Finally, Starlo was going to feel the love she had always wanted him to experience, taken away from the years of torment she knew she put him through. She was happy then, and he was miserable. Now it was like night and day as she wallowed in a sea of misery. But he would be happy. He would finally be happy.

Ceroba clenched her fists tightly, walking over to the large, old TV. No- She can’t let this sway her. Surely Star would be happier knowing her child was safe and out of harm's way. Surely Star would be happier knowing she was happy? Surely she meant more to him? She pressed the small round button on the TV, knowing the tape was already loaded in the slot when she had last watched it. A sobering reminder of why she had to do this.

It wasn’t just for Kanako. It wasn’t just for Chujin. But for the fate of the world.

Well, that is what she told herself as she waited for the video to play, though she was only met with static. Ceroba smacked a pawed hand on the TV, growing impatient and frustrated as she sobbed out. This was too much! Too hard of a choice! Why was this her choice to make? Why couldn’t she have both? Why did they have to be human?

She ceased her abuse of the TV, instead pressing the eject button, waiting for the tape to shift out of the slot. She waited, the still ringing sound of the machines around her whirring in an annoying fashion. She heard the mechanics in the TV shift, the slot opening and pushing out the thick, heavy air. There was no tape, nothing at all.

She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, reaching panicked hands into the slot, trying to slip down into the small slit. Empty.

Someone had taken Chujins tape which could only mean-

Someone knew.

***

“母？”

[jamietwat]

I’m thinking of giving my brain a break from working on WIPs that are posted and I’ve written so much of lately for a night or two and going back to one of the unfinished and not posted yet WIPs my brain’s been thinking more about lately

So I’m doing a poll for if anyone wants to help me decide which one or cast a vote for one you want me to be more likely to finish and be able to post first of them (and I’ll put more information about them in a read more but like you could also just vote on vibes)

I’m going to try to do short version summaries here:

1. Roy/Keeley/Jamie OnlyFans fic - Jamie starts an OnlyFans to spite his dad and Ted after he gets kicked off of Man City and Ted won’t take him back. Roy subscribes out of morbid curiosity to see what’s on it so he can properly hate on it, accidentally gets invested, and things get weird when Jamie joins Richmond again but keeps the account going because he likes it and Roy joins the coaching staff. Roy feels increasingly weird about it while he’s dating Keeley and she doesn’t know what’s getting him so worked up and leading to extra sexy sexy times. Set during seasons 2+. I’ve talked about this one in the Roy/Jamie discord

2. Roy/Jamie antagonistic coworkers with benefits that turns into Roy/Keeley/Jamie throuple - I am fairly sure I posted excerpts of this on here a million years ago. Roy and Jamie fuck in Amsterdam. It’s supposed to be a one time thing. Instead they end up regularly fucking again during the off-season. They’re not really that antagonistic they’re just too annoying to admit that they’re friends to use the friends with benefits label. Roy insists it has to stop when the season starts and he’s officially manager. It does not stop. Roy thinks playing off wanting to sleep with Jamie and do stuff for him as shit like telling him he’ll fuck him or blow him if he scores a certain amount of points or whatever else is a great excuse for not admitting he just wants to until Jamie doesn’t meet the requirement and is like nah didn’t earn that and Roy has to be like wait no, I want to and readjust his methods. Keeley has no idea they’re together because they’re both being secretive about it and still trying to pretend it’s a casual thing. She finds out when she makes a move on Roy and he says he’s kind of seeing someone and then later the same day she goes to go hook up with Jamie only to realize that Roy is in his house and Jamie’s the someone Roy’s been seeing seconds after kissing Jamie on sight and she’s mortified. Starts during season 3, but set mostly after

3. Roy/Jamie Bantr fic - Roy and Jamie both think Bantr’s a better place to look for men on a dating app as a public figure. Jamie’s got his set to give him anyone and he’s trying to build an actual connection before someone finds out he’s a super sexy footballer to try to build an emotional connection and a relationship instead of just sexy fun times. Roy thinks Bantr is a way safer place to talk to men after becoming aware that that’s something he’s interested in. Of course, they match up. And things are going great until Roy starts to suspect the guy he’s talking to is Jamie and isn’t sure what to do about. Set after season 3. I’ve talked about this one in the Roy/Jamie discord

4. Roy/Jamie living together fic - Set during the off-season after season 3 onwards. A dumb joke becomes a game of chicken becomes Jamie moving into Roy’s house for the summer to make training easier. Of course, things start to happen between them. Of course, things get weird when the off-season is over. I also posted at least one excerpt of this on here ages ago

[axolotlsupremacyowo]

20 Questions for Writers

Thanks @oceangirl24 for the tag! I love you, bestie!

Now, on to the questions!

❣️How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 86 fics! I write all kinds of things! Case fics, angst, fluff, smut, and all that jazz. I like to think that I have a diverse range of stuff on AO3, which I find I'm really proud of :3

❣️What is your total AO3 word count?

613,383....Yes, I write too much.

❣️What fandoms do you write for?

Most of my fics are Ace Attorney, but I have other fandoms like Stardew Valley! I also write in fandoms that are gifts for friends.

❣️What are your top five fics by kudos?

Say My Name (233 kudoes)

Operation Helios (178 kudoes)

Apollo is a Crazy Cat Attorney™ (166 kudoes)

Ace Attorney: Maya Fey (166 kudoes)

Turnabout Birch Meadows (151 kudoes)

Nice! Most of them are Klapollo XD

❣️Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I love responding to comments! I get to ramble, and I want each and every commenter to know that I appreciate them <3. Sometimes I take a long time, so sorry about that!!!! But I'll get to the comment eventualy!!

❣️What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Things Left Unsaid, that fic is SUPER angsty with a really sad ending. It's non canon Major Character Death, so of course it's angsty lol.

❣️What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm...not sure? A lot of my fics end in happy endings. But if I had to pick the happy ending that made me the most emotional, I'd have to choose Blossoming in the Rain.

❣️Do you get hate on your fic?

Surprisingly, no. I've only gotten support for my fics. Which I am VERY much thankful for. To all of my followers, readers, and supporters...thank you SO much for making my fandom experience so lovely <3

❣️Do you write smut?

Definitely lol. I used to be terrified of writing smut...and then I met a certain someone *cough cough* @mikaharuka *cough cough* and now I've written a lot of smut. This is all YOUR FAULT BESTIE.

❣️Do you write crossovers?

Nope lol. I like to keep my fandoms separate.

❣️Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I...don't think so? But if someone has stolen my fics, please be sure to tell me! I'm not exactly keen on the idea of my fics being plagiarized or stolen.

❣️Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, I have no idea. I don't think it has since nobody has approached me before, so to my knowledge it's a no.

❣️Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes!!! I've co written SO many things with my bestiest of besties @tsunderesalty and I love every fic I've co written with him. He's just the greatest and he's an amazing writer. Check him out!

❣️What's your all-time favorite ship?

Hmm! For Ace Attorney, it's a tough choice between Klapollo and Franmaya. For Stardew, my top ship is my farmer and Sebastian (Sebakonnie)

❣️What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My flufftober series. I started it in 2022...and it's currently 2024. I just kinda lost steam for that fic. I am very proud of all the fics I've written for it, though. Maybe I should revisit it...

❣️What are your writing strengths?

Nothing.

Ahem, knowing how my dearest besties would respond to that...I guess my flexibility with writing styles? I talked about this with my friends before, but I have multiple writing styles, five to be specific. I can switch between them pretty easily, and I like to think they're all distinct from each other but still being undeniably me. God, I really don't wanna sound like I'm bragging XD.

❣️What are your writing weaknesses?

NOT KNOWING WHEN TO SHUT THE FUCK UP. I literally cannot shut up for the life of me. It is a curse. My fics would be SO much shorter if I just shut up lol.

❣️Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Oh!!! Actually, so about this! For reference, I'm Filipino, born and raised in the Philippines. I can speak Filipino and Tagalog pretty well, and I can understand Bisaya (Cebuano is its official name, but everyone in the Philippines calls it Bisaya) well, but I can speak it only a little bit. Anyway, I've always wanted to incorporate Filipino and Bisaya into my fics but didn't know how...and then I thought of Filipino Phoenix! Happy to say that I'm planning on writing that soon :3

So yeah, happy to include languages other than English! Especially my native language. Otherwise, for languages I don't know. I use Deepl, it's a very useful tool!

I'm all for using different languages in my fics, and when I get something wrong, I'm quick to correct it!

❣️First fandom you wrote for?

Ace Attorney. I have had Ace Attorney brainrot for SO long.

❣️Favorite fic you've ever written?

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YOU'RE MAKING ME CHOOSE OUT OF ALL OF MY BABIES?

Would it be cheating to choose a series? XD

But yeah! My Defense Attorney Maya Fey series contains my favorite fics of all! The top ones of my list being Ace Attorney: Maya Fey and Yours Truly, Franziska von Karma. I just...love these fics so much...I especially love Ace Attorney: Maya Fey. That bitch has been my baby since like...2021?

Now! Who to tag...that would be my besties @mikaharuka, @aislinnstanaka, @udaberriwrites, @kayedium-writes, @justanotherpersonwhowrites, @mikaharuka @fattybattysblog

[soundslikediamonds]

Rescuer (part 1)

Summary: (I'm not very good at summaries but!)

This whole concept came to me after watching Butler's interview with Josh Horowitz. Just seeing him in his hoodie and with his scruff just in that cold apartment over zoom made me think of this whole concept, yet it's super long, so I'm writing it in parts. I also got inspired seeing all those pictures with fans on the set of Bikeriders.

This is a fic where while walking alone at night, reader is being followed, but fortunately before anything can happen Austin saves reader.

Word Count: 4291

Disclaimer: This is my first time using Tumblr and first story posted here. I hope everyone enjoys!

Warnings: uncomfortable topic of being followed late at night, family dysfunction...

Hope you enjoy! (y'all I am SO nervous to put this out there lol)

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You close the front door and seal it with the lock. It's pitch black outside, a swollen full moon out with distant clouds. The air you breathe is cold and fans out little fog clouds each time an exhale escapes your mouth. It's no later than 12:00 am and you just finished all that you were taking for the night.

You would be back in a few days, when you were sure your Dad would be out. He was away this night, working a long night shift and you knew that. That was the reason why you managed to sneak back into the house and take some more of your belongings without your dad knowing you were here. It was clear he didn't want you back, not after that explosive argument last week that the two of you had which left him kicking you out.

You had no problem with leaving. Actually, it was something that tempted your mind for quite some time now. Somewhere between dad's anger, and the two of you fighting all the time, it was so exhausting. He made you get out of the house and made it very clear that he didn't want to see you again. You grabbed some extra clothing and toiletries for the night and your backpack before you called your friend Ava asking if you could sleep over. She was obviously awake and wasn't one who would take much to persuade.

You didn't go into detail of why you needed to be over there. It was late and the last thing you wanted to do was tell her that you, a college student, was officially homeless, having no real thought-out plan of what you would do. You just kept it simple; you were at the campus library studying into the night and by the time you headed back, you realized you forgot your keys and no one was in the house.

'just need somewhere to sleep for the night and then i'll be out tomorrow morning. kinda crazy how this is my life rn ahahaha'

You had texted Ava those words, to which responded in laughing crying emojis.

'dww!! it's life. it happens. i'll make sure to give you some of my clothes'

Shoot. The clothes. Although you did have a set of pajamas for the night, it would probably make more sense that you would burrow Ava's clothes. After all, you were locked out of your house. Where would those clothes come from if otherwise?

You placed everything you gathered in your backpack and took the bus to get to the other side of town. On the bus there was practically no one and as you had the back seats to yourself, you took this time to really think about what this meant for you.

You didn't have a home. You had class in the morning, and then two more in the afternoon, but you didn't have a home.

If you wanted help (which you probably should have asked for), that would require you telling the whole story of what happened, which was something you didn't want to go through.

If you took time to really think about it, you would probably cry. It was a surprise that you haven't done it yet, but it was probably because you haven't had the time, in retrospect. It was only the sound of your dad's tone that rung your ears, telling you to "leave and never come back" that made you scurry to your room, take what you needed to take and leave without saying another word, or giving eye contact to your parents. Your body moved quickly than what your mind could even process and now that you were sitting still since this pressing hour of chaos, you allowed your eyes to close, resting your hand on the top of your head as a small sigh escapes your breath.

What would you do now?

You stayed in that position for only a little while before deciding on opening your phone and choosing to listen to the song you thought would suit the moment best. As you looked out with window, you allowed for the duration of the melody to give you a sort of comfort and you told yourself deep down inside that everything was going to be okay. You were going to be okay.

That was last week.

Now, as you start down the stairs throwing one more glance over your shoulder at your old house, you tread down the street. For these past few days you've just been keeping yourself in an small Inn. It's been okay, mostly you were out for the day and so the Inn only did its thing and helped you out at night with a bed to lay down on and rest. But tonight was your last night and you had no idea what you were going to do afterward.

You were sort of on this plan of just going to a 24/hour coffee shop and stay there "studying" for the night. You've looked it up and there are a couple of places in the area. So, you considered that at least for the night you'd stay at the coffee shop to think things through.

You aren't alone as you walk. You glance down at your phone and notice that you have 15 more minutes before you'd reach the bus stop. The sounds of footsteps are distant behind you and, just because, you look over your shoulder just a little bit, but a chill runs through your arms when seeing that it's a man wearing all black with a hood over his head. He looks right out you and you whip your head forward, feeling your chest heave in a mini-gasp.

Now, you tell yourself, there's no need to overreact.

That would usually help you, but it is late and dark, and no one else is out. Plus, he's walking pretty slow, and has no problem with walking and staying behind you. Curiosity now takes over you as you decide to lessen the pace of your walk just a tad, and suddenly you hear his footsteps slow its pace as well.

Frowning, you now pick up the pace, to which this man does the same. Your heart starts beating fast and you check your surroundings, realizing the neighborhood you're in is dark and the lights to the houses by the streets are all out, indicating that everyone is either asleep or away.

You take a breath and decide to cross the street, just going at it because there aren't any on-going cars, but once you reach the sidewalk, you look down at the silhouette that's casted from the orange streetlight and see a distant but present shadow still trailing behind you.

You are officially. Being. Followed.

You've heard of stuff happening like this, and it's absolutely horrible. No one should be able to feel their own life being threatened just by walking down the streets at night. You just never thought of it happening to you, yet right now, your chest rises and falls as your hands collect sweat.

You have to stay calm.

If you start running, chances are he'll take off after you. You need to lead him someplace where there's people, yet you don't know this area half as well, and it's hard to make up places in the dark.

Silently praying that nothing happens, you take a risk a turn a sharp corner to another block which at this intersection you would normally continue to walk straight, but your legs aren't in control of what's going on and move out of fear and in search for desperate help.

Your eyes luckily find a light and you realize that you're coming to a gas station. The lights are open, so you knew that there has to at least be someone in the corner store. If you just casually walk in, the man following you would have to leave.

You start to hear footsteps from behind you pick up and your heart starts pounding within your chest. For some strange reason, although you are ridiculously scared, you aren't running. You aren't screaming for help. You're managing to speed walk with your head held high although trying to focus on your breathing and steady yourself. It's crazy how you're not looking back, but only walking faster, keeping your eyes straight on the blaring lights.

The Gas Station is right across the street from you and- without even clicking any buttons at the intersection which you should- you walk down the street and go up the small hill, and as your eyes avert to the station, you notice a tall man in a Carhartt jacket over black jeans, walking out of the corner store. He's looking down at the receipt in his hands as he walks to the pump. You're relieved to see someone at least, and you know that you're just seconds away from safety. However, as you're walking, you're scared when you see now in the corner of your eye, the man who is following you, starts jogging in your direction.

Without thinking you start making a light jog, no longer to the corner store, but to the man who's right in front of you, who has no idea of what small chase scene is in front of him as he looks at his receipt. By the sound of nearing footsteps, the man in front of you looks up just in time for you to greet him loudly before wrapping your arms around his neck, holding on to his tall frame. The man stumbles backward, but you turn your head to whisper in his ear.

"The man behind me is following me, please help me," You whisper, and that's all it takes before you feel strong arms wrapped around your waist.

"Hey, babe, sorry, I was just about to text you. Didn't mean to make you walk over to me." He says, the low tone of his voice vibrates your forehead as your head rests against his chest.

You're squeezing him now, thankful that the security in his voice and the tightness in his hold makes you feel safe right here in the Gas Station parking lot, right where some creep has followed you to. You don't even know if he's still there, or walking closer, and you don't want to know. You're not lifting your head up from being buried in this man's chest.

"Hey, the funniest thing happened at work today, but I'll tell you all about it once we go home. And you get to pick the movie tonight, but I gotta tell ya, if it's those cartoons again, I might just cry." The man says, a small chuckle coming out. A breath escapes your lips, almost like relief in itself. You'd smile if you could, if you weren't so scared.

Now, as you're still in the hug, you can't really hear anything. It's quiet and you're not sure what's happening in the world where your face is not against the fabric of a fall jacket, where you're not heavily breathing with tears stinging your eyes. You'd like to hear what's going on, or maybe you don't, but you can't, because all you hear is the sound of your heart pounding through your ears.

Finally after what seems like the longest seconds of your life, you feel the pad of a thumb stroke slowly through your hair just barely, just enough that you can tell it's within intent. To soothe you. You begin to match your breathing, your chest rising and falling, to the thumb strokes against your hair. You suddenly feel a lift of the hand and arms start to loosen just by a little bit.

"He's gone." You hear this man whisper in your ear.

Those words suddenly break you and now all of the emotion from the following to the chase catch up to you as hot tears slide down your cheek.

The man in your arms now holds you tightly once more and starts swaying you in his embrace.

"I am so sorry. I truly am, I...I'm so sorry." He says, with a deep and genuine ache in his voice. You nod, even though he did nothing but save you from what could've been, and just the thoughts of how the night could've turned out entirely worse, sobs now bubble and pour out as you begin crying on his chest.

"Do you wanna sit in my car?" His voice asks, and you hear the decibel of his voice raise just a little bit higher as it coats with soft and gentleness. You realize he's asking you that way because he wants you to decide. He wants to make it clear that whatever it is, he's not the one telling you to do anything. Not after this horrible experience.

"Okay." You choke out, nodding once again, before you slowly pull yourself away from where you nestle in his chest. You blink back to reality and look around you, seeing that the creep indeed is gone and you're standing outside in the parking lot of the Gas Station, while this tall man, who looks just a few years older than you, stares at you with kindness and grace. This is the first time you actually look into the eyes of your angel of the night. He has golden hair, a hint of scruff on his chin and around his pink full lips, with piercing baby blue eyes that sparkle even in dim light.

You try to smile, though you're wiping your eyes at the same time, and you can't help but feel like you look rather like a mess.

"Thank you so much." You say above a whisper.

The man doesn't comment on what he did, instead takes your arm gently and leads you to his car, a black vehicle near the last pump nearest to the car wash. While one hand still rests on your arm, you watch as this man digs up his car keys from his jacket pocket and unlocks the doors. He opens the passenger seat for you, to which you whisper thanks before he closes the door and walks around his car, leaving you only a few seconds to truly absorb everything that just happened in what seems to be in slow motion and in a flash at the same time.

You sit in silence for a moment, leaning backward in your seat as you try to look back and see if the creepy man would just pop out from nowhere. You're subconsciously doing it. You don't even realize that's what you're doing, looking at the back window until his hand is planted on your arm, bringing you back into reality. You turn immediately, looking at your rescurer.

"You're safe here." He says.

You nod. You believe him, but you don't even realize your hands are shaking until he looks at them, and you notice his jaw clench. You hug yourself, trying to remove the attention from your shaking hands and you feel his hand touch your shoulder. You try another smile as you turn to look at him.

"Thank you. I don't know what more to say but... thank you so much." You say, feeling like there are not enough words to express the true gratitude your heart.

He nods before he looks down in his lap, letting out a big sigh. You shake your head in response, now using your hands to massage your forehead in small circles. The two of you are silent in the car, but the both of you are thinking of everything that went down.

"My mind wants to think about how...he could've done anything to me. I've just been saved, and that's what I'm shook up about- the fact that it could have happened." You say, wondering what's even wrong with you.

Sure, you almost had something terrible happen to you. But someone came to your rescue just before it did. And instead of focusing on that and being grateful, you're still thinking of what it was that could've happened. Is that normal?

"I would be more concerned if you weren't thinking about the "what ifs". That's completely and totally valid." The man sitting beside you says. He then takes another breath.

"But I'm so glad nothing happened. And I'm proud of you for doing what you did. You know, you saw someone and immediately went to them when you felt in danger." He expresses.

You're sort of blocking that amount of praise that's trying to enter in, just because you don't believe you did anything out of braveness but out of fear. You were trembling in this man's arms, for crying out loud. He could have someone, or maybe he didn't want to get involved, or anything of that matter. But, you were grateful nonetheless.

"Thank you for going along." You say in a small voice. And he really was amazing. There was something about what he said, there was no hint of never knowing you before this. It was like you both were together. It was like you were truly going home with him. It was like you were going to pick the movie. With no hesitance he was able to get into this character and save you just by how he held you.

He shakes his head now, folding his arms as he looks ahead. "I was, uh...I was supposed to go to the other gas station, a few miles away from this one. There was too much traffic, and I decided to go here, even though I was complaining because the prices here are more expensive. But I realize that there was a reason why I was here."

He turns and looks at you, an actual scared look on his face. "If we were just seconds from each other, who knows what could've happened?"

You close your eyes. Your mind is going there, but you don't want it to. You don't want to go there. Based on the fact that you're not answering, the man breaths out a sigh.

"What happens now? Is there somewhere I can take you? Are you going home?" He then asks.

Your eyes then flicker open. How are you going to explain this?

Somehow in the midst of everything going on, you haven't thought of the fact that there was no place to stay. That your friends' places couldn't be used, or that your time at the local Inn was up. You couldn't think of anything when that creep was after you, but now that it's all over, you have to face the reality of the scary revelation.

"I, uh..." Your eyes flicker down, and you look at your shoelaces. You then look over at him. You're about to tell him, but your throat gets caught and you bring a hand to your head and close your eyes, slowly rubbing your forehead in small circles.

"You can just take me to the coffee shop. The one on Berden." You reply, your voice small.

He blinks at you, before giving a little nod, and you watch as his fingers mindlessly strokes the bit of scruff his has on his chin.

"Oh. Sure, yeah, we can stop for coffee if that's what you'd like. And then after that where will I take you?" He asks.

"Well..." You let out a breath. "I'm going to be staying there. I have, um...I have a lot of studying I need to do. That's where I was going, anyway. To the café...before...y'know, everything happened. Before I met you. I was on my way to the coffee shop." You ramble on.

You mentally kick yourself. Why do you have to sound so awkward when you're lying? I mean, sure you actually do need to study, but you're not really planning on it.

The man's eyebrows furrow as he turns and looks at you. You can tell just by the look in his eye that he's confused, and that he doesn't believe you.

"You can't study now. Not after everything. You need to rest somewhere." He argues.

You shrug, not meeting his eyes. "I'll be okay."

"I won't be able to sleep knowing that I had a chance of taking you home and refusing it. It's no problem driving you, really. Even if you live an hour away." The man says.

"It's okay, really." You try and persuade.

"It's just..." You watch as the man sighs, drawing his fingers to the scruff of his chin. He scoffs. "I don't know, it's so dangerous here."

He looks over at you in seriousness. "Is there no where I can drop you off?"

You nod. "Yes, the café on Ber-"

"No, no." You watch as the man shakes his head. He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes. When he finally looks at you, you swallow the guilt of not being able to tell him the whole truth. In this stranger's eyes there's a look of wanting to keep you secure.

"I have this feeling...you don't want to be home right now." He guesses, his voice a whisper.

That causes you to look down at your shoes. You feel his eyes on you and you know you're done. With that instant motion of not being able to look him in the eye, you're sure he can tell that his assumption is right.

When you finally look at him, you shoot a small smile. "You know...I can take the bus or something. You've done so much for me already, and I thank you. But, you probably have family waiting for you at home, or someplace to be." You say.

There's a silence as the man leans back, his back touching the seat. He slowly smiles, looking down at his hands.

"I uh...I live by myself in a lowly apartment, so...it really is no problem to-"

Suddenly, the man stops talking and then turns to look at you. He looks at you with a puzzled look on his face and you're wondering just what it is that he's thinking.

"I could propose something, but it might be strange." He starts, his fingers going back to resting on his chin.

He tends to do that a lot more than he's conscious of, you think to yourself.

You look at the hesitance on his face and blink. "What is it?"

"Well," He sits up straighter in his seat. "What if you just crashed at my place for the night?" He asks.

You blink. "What?"

He shoots a gentle smile. "Yeah, I mean...it's late, and it's obvious you don't want to go home. My apartment's close, and..." He holds you arm gently.

"I'd be completely out of your hair, there's a room that's completely secluded, you wouldn't see me at all, and there's office space if you dare wish to study...even though, I personally feel like with everything that's happened, going to sleep would be the best option, um...but I...I could make you some tea, uh...and I have these scented candles that I find always helps me, just feel better after a long tiring day...of course, I've never been through what you've just gone through, I mean that's absolutely terrifying, but-"

You then touch his arm. The poor man is rambling without even taking a breath. And he looks so apologetic, almost like it was his fault.

"What's your name?" You ask, changing the subject completely.

It takes him aback, for sure, and you find yourself start to smile. He blinks, chucking a little bit.

"I guess we haven't really formally introduced each other. I'm Austin." He says, extending his hand out.

You look at his eyes. Austin. It wouldn't be the first name you would guess, it's sort of unexpected, but looking at his face, you don't know if there's any other name you would give. It's charming, which is one of the words you would use to describe him.

You smile, reaching over and shaking Austin's hand as you say your own name. He gives a friendly smile laughs.

"Nice to meet you." He says shyly, which causes you both to laugh awkwardly.

"Nice to meet you, Austin." You smile. Then Austin looks at you with a serious look.

"Hey, um...I really am offering for you to stay at my apartment. Just for the night if that's easiest, and then," He shrugs. "And then, whatever you want to happen next, I'll allow." He says.

You nod. You know his intentions are good. You know, and it doesn't take much to know- that he is a good man. You almost experienced what wasn't a good man, and it scared you. It scares you to think that somewhere that man, and other people like him are out and about, roaming innocent streets to do sinful deeds for humans that don't deserve anything like that.

A chill runs down your spine as you think back to what could've been. Right now, however, there is nowhere else you can go. You'll admit you're in a very vulnerable state. You're mind isn't the best that it can be. You're still shook up. You're scared, and you know deep down that if you are anywhere away from Austin this time of night, you'd be even more afraid.

So with that, you look at Austin, who's been looking at you this whole time. You take a deep breath and then nod.

"Okay. I can go to your place for tonight. Thank you." You say in a small voice.

Austin nods, giving your arm another reassuring touch before he starts the car. And without another word he's set and soon you both are off, driving into the empty streets of night.