#flannery x reader

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Oh God it's more Headcanons

To prepare for XC3 (because the DLC drops at like 9pm for some reason) I wrote more headcanons, mainly because I didn't have a specific character in mind to drabble about.

Sonia my beloved. God, Galar has so many great characters and yet I just don’t have the time to write for all of them… even those with banger designs. Anyways, Sonia. Where to even start with her.

Her hair is a mess. Humidity is her worst enemy. She spends dozens of minutes a day attempting to detangle it when the weather goes to shit. She would be forever indebted to you if you brushed her hair for her. Please just be careful, she will complain if you tug too hard.

Also be careful if you sleep next to her at night, because you very well may end up choking on her hair. Even just cuddling is risky business. You are never safe, not even if you are the little spoon. But it’s worth it because Sonia runs very warm, so it’s always comfy to hold her or rest in her arms.

Speaking of hair, she wants to style yours. Doesn’t matter what kind of hair you’ve got, she’ll find a way. Straight or curly or coils or braids or what have you, she will play with it. Doesn’t matter how long it is either. If you ask for a specific style, she’ll do it, but at some point she will weave little hearts into it to match her own. Don’t ask how she does it, it’s a secret.

Anyways, enough about that. I am absolutely obsessed with the idea of a kid rocking up to get their first pokemon from the Professor and her wife and their adopted son assistant. She’s just… so powerful I love her so much. 

Hop loves you. He ships you so hard with Sonia it’s unreal. He is Galar’s best wingman and will do everything in his power to get you two alone together. You guys could literally be married already and he would still be trying to set you guys up. And Leon is no different. Sonia’s his best friend and she talks about you all the time. This guy knows how much Sonia loves you and wants nothing more than for you two to be happy together. Sometimes a family is just a professor, her wife, their assistant, and his brother.

Not enough content for Big Sis Plumeria. She’s gotta take care of basically all Team Skull because they would never get anything done without her around, so she’d be immensely grateful if you either helped corral them or help her relax after constantly chasing after them.

She’s very much an “asshole to the world, sweetheart to her girl” type of girlfriend, mixed in with some tough love. She would never raise her voice at you or seriously insult you, something she does often with the grunts. The most she’ll do is mildly insult you for doing something stupid (as in she would call you an “idiot” or something along those lines), but it’s always evident that she’s more concerned than upset.

As long as you're her girl, no one is going to mess with you. Especially if you have a storied history. Asshole ex? Shitty family members? Straight up enemies? You don’t have to worry about those people anymore. 

Oh also all of the Team Skull grunts look up to you and would literally die for you. You’re Big Sis Two, their third favorite person. Also, if anything happened to you on their watch, they would have to face Plumeria’s wrath, which might as well be worse then Guzma’s

Slightly older contest-star Shauna who, despite being pretty girl-crazy, attempts to navigate her first serious relationship. I realize that I like Shauna more than most people, but hear me out.

When she went on a journey through Kalos with her friends, like stated above, she was completely girl-crazy. Literally every girl she met was the absolute prettiest woman she had ever seen (especially Diantha). But she never ended up getting into a relationship, despite wishing otherwise.

When she meets you, she is absolutely smitten. When you’re just friends, she dreams about you every waking minute. She really, really wants to hold your hand and kiss you and go on cute little dates to restaurants and picnics and do contests together and go shopping together and and everything else girlfriends do. She is obsessed. 

But once you start dating her, she’s a mess. She has all these things she wants to do with you, but she doesn’t know how to go about doing any of them, so sometimes she comes off as a little awkward in the most endearing way possible. She’s a little clumsy and hesitant when initiating affection, but every little thing you do together makes her so happy. It’s got the energy of a cute high school romance, just two dumbasses in love with each other.

Also she’s super supportive of you. Like Marnie, she is your personal cheerleader. She’ll bring up your achievements to everyone she comes across because she needs everyone to know how great you are and how lucky she is to be dating you. Please be supportive of her in return, she would actually ascend to heaven if she saw you in the audience of one of her contests.

Zisu… big woman. I don’t even have words to describe this absolute unit of a woman. She is far too powerful to fully put into words. Her strength is seemingly unending. She canonically trains with pokemon with her bare hands and could absolutely fuck all of them up.

She can bench press your ass, no matter your size or stature. She’ll carry you anywhere you want whenever you want, she’ll get anything you need off of the top shelf, she will lift up anything you need for whatever reason, and she will give you a little kiss on the forehead because she loves you very much.

If you’re afraid of Pokemon (which is pretty likely given the time period), she will do whatever it takes to help you get over your fears. Zisu is all the protection you need in Hisui. No Pokemon will ever get past her. But she would also like to help you get more comfortable with them, if nothing more than for her peace of mind. She can’t be there all the time, given her position in Team Galaxy.

But if you have a strong team, she would love to train with you. If you managed to beat her, she would love you forever. She’s hella strong, so she finds you being stronger than her in one aspect incredibly attractive. And if you managed to beat her in hand to hand combat? She would never recover.

I think Larry is objectively the funniest gym leader, but I whole-heartedly believe Iono is right behind him. I just think she is a funny little guy with an absolutely banger design.

As the most popular streamer in Paldea (I think), people across the region are going to know that you're dating. There is nothing you can do to avoid it. And Iono doesn’t want to hide your relationship. She wants to show you off.

Showing up on stream at least a few times is a mandatory part of dating her. Both Iono and chat love when you’re there. Sometimes Iono will warn you about what she’s planning beforehand, but other times she’ll leave you in the dark. Don’t worry, though, she won’t ever do anything that will make you uncomfortable.

More importantly, when dating Iono, you get to see the normal her, without the energetic streamer persona. Not to say that she’s completely different on stream, she just amps everything up for the camera. Off camera, she just wants to lay down with you and chill out. Let her complain about the weird people in her chat while you hold her close, she desperately needs it.

Outside of that, this girl loves to gossip. Tell her all about the drama you're dealing with or about the people you just don’t like, she eats that shit up. Likewise, she’ll also “spill the tea” as the kids say. She’s got a lot of people and things to tell you about, both big and small. Just promise to not blab to others about those she complains about. She already has to deal with too much weird shit to have time to deal with additional drama from other people.

Flannery is, like, an og waifu, or something like that. Anyways I like her because her design is sick and so is her gym aesthetic (at least in oras). Girlypop is confident in her abilities but she also only has a vague idea of what she’s doing and is just trying her best.

Being a rookie gym leader is hard, even if she is highly skilled. More importantly, it’s stressful. Thankfully, Lavaridge has a hot spring, giving her a perfect way to relax at the end of the day, and she is borderline desperate for you to join her. Listen, she just radiates disaster lesbian. Being in your presence helps her unwind as is, so pairing you up with the hotspring makes her melt. 

She is very dedicated to her training and would love it if you were to join her sometime. Be warned, it gets uncomfortably hot and you will most likely regret it almost immediately, so be prepared. She doesn’t ask you to join her because she doesn’t want you to accidentally strain yourself due to how rigorous it gets, but she’d let you if you asked (after warning you of how difficult it would be, of course).

She seems like someone that would enjoy hiking. Conveniently, there is a volcano right nearby to track up. Flannery desperately wants you to come with her because it would give her a chance to share something she loves with someone she loves. Don’t worry about getting tired, she will carry you up the remainder of the track, no sweat. When you make it to the top (or just find a clearing to rest at), you get to gaze at the beautiful scenery with her. 

Okay I now realize that I didn’t do much outside of the first point to show how much of a disaster she is but she just like… is. I cannot explain it, that is just the vibe she has. So even if she seems confident and held together in your presence, she is screaming in her head because you’re so pretty and she loves you AAAAA.

Oh shit I forgot about Tymeand Ryme for the gilf section of the last headcanon post fuck. Uhhhhh, I like them in the same way as the other gilfs in that they’re cool but ultimately they are funny little grandmas, so here comes your grandma posting.

Like the others, Tyme would totally bake you cookies and while eating them would help you do math. I don’t care if you’re not taking some kind of math class or if you're a student at all, she is going to help you do math. Someone has to teach you how to do your taxes, right? If that is not enough to entice you, then perhaps you would like to see her very cool rock collection, because she would totally have one, and a big one at that. Unrelated, but if you give her any kind of rock she could identify it immediately and would also cherish it dearly.

Ryme is the cool grandma. She doesn’t have time to bake cookies (she isn’t very good at it), but she makes up for it in other ways. You want to see a band or artist live? Just tell her, she’ll find a way to get you to that concert. She’d also let you get away with a lot of things, letting you off easy where others would be upset. Like, if you got into a fight with someone, she would lightly scold you then immediately ask if you won. She’d be really proud if you did and would comfort you if you didn’t. Also teaches you how to rap, but that much should be obvious.

Hopefully this is the last of the grandma posting because if I do this again it means I forgot someone else and I don’t think I did. I guess if there’s one major appeal to the gilfs it’s the domesticity of them? Like, you get the ideal of living your life alongside one another for such a long time, which is the dream, really. Girl I don’t know I’m gonna get back to regular unhinged scenarios sorry about this.

One professor was not enough for one post apparently because I wanna talk about Professor Juniper, the original hot professor. Ever the reliable woman, she will do all she can to lend a hand should you need it, but in return you need to put up with her deciding to do things before confirming with the other people involved beforehand.

Unlike most professors, Juniper has another professor to rely on, that being the other Juniper, so she does have a bit more free time on her hands. That being said, she is often doing things for other people, so she is pretty much as busy as the others. But because she’s just helping out other people and not completing research, she is definitely more accessible. Not going to say that she would hold off on helping someone to come help you if you were to need it, but she would do that (assuming that what she was doing before wasn’t urgent).

She loves to travel around the region, and would love it if you joined her. It’s not really a date, but it’s good quality time. Most of it is taken up by her rambling about the Pokemon that can be found in the area. She would also love it if you lent her a hand in her research. It’s a fun and cute little bonding activity, and it means you can spend more time together afterwards.

Like Sonia, the idea of rocking up to a lab only to be met by the professor and her loving wife is a very powerful one, but Sonia remains more powerful. After all, Juniper doesn’t usually give kids their starters in person, nor does she have an assistant whom she and her wife can semi-adopt.

As a side note, I considered using her first name because she has one, but I don’t know if that is common knowledge. It pops up at the very beginning of B2W2, but I didn’t realize it was there until, like, two days ago. 

Oh my God I forgot about Professor Magnolia because she isn’t even on my list of characters. I am so upset. And no I’m not going to fix this my moving her up to be with Tyme and Ryme because I need it to be known that I fucked this up here’s your grandma posting again and if I mess this up for a fourth time I’m going to be so upset with myself.

Magnolia is just a chill grandma. She always has cookies in her kitchen to give to Sonia. I’m pretty sure they live together so it’s not like she’s visiting her, but she feels that her granddaughter should always have access to finely made cookies. If you were to come over, she would break them out along with tea and have a surprisingly intellectual conversation. She may have given the professor title to Sonia, but she continues to delve into research, if nothing to fulfill her own self-interest.

These visits are especially interesting if you were, say, dating Sonia. She would give you all kinds of stories from when she was growing up. They aren’t particularly embarrassing, per say, but they usually embarrass Sonia anyways. She’s happy that her granddaughter has found both a path in life and someone to spend it with. In general, she would be interested in you as a person. She wants to have a good relationship with her future granddaughter-in-law, after all!

I swear to God if I forget another grandma (besides Cogita because I already write about her plenty) I’m going to lose it.

Let’s end this one with Misty. She’s normally sweet and bright, but she has a tendency to get snappy when annoyed, which tends to leave a greater impression on people than her regular nature since she easily gets frustrated.

Like all gym leaders, she has lots of responsibilities and is busy and also has an affinity for the type she uses. This is especially true for her since most of her designs are just swimsuits (good for you girlie). She will take you on walks all over Cerulean, as well as swimming in the water surrounding it. It’s her happy place, and she gets really annoyed when people interrupt the tranquil moment.

Sorry to say that it usually falls to you to keep her temper down in those situations. Remind her that it’s probably just a challenger looking to continue their journey and that you’ll get to continue your little date when she’s done. She’s still going to be annoyed, but it’s hard for her to remain bitter when she knows she gets to spend more time with you soon.

At some point, she wants to leave Cerulean and its gym for a while in order to go on a journey of her own. When she does, she wants you to come with her. Nothing sounds better to her than getting lost (metaphorically, she can’t stand actually getting lost) in nature with you by her side. Hopefully you don’t have something that could fry her bike because that would be pretty unfortunate.

I would say her sisters are supportive but they aren’t really there enough to know much about you. Sorry Misty. It’s a shame that they’ve been on the same cruise for twenty years. Someone should really check in with them.

[mooropitant399]

Steven takes a little nibble of something every time he is curious or distracted or stressed

Especially of his rocks and his pens

(And of hi s/o’s skin ooooops)

[thenightflower]

👆 100%

Drinking👏blood👏is👏better👏than👏sex👏to👏them👏.

Marius and Lestat discussing Lestat’s reluctance to admit the tribe of vampires are natural killers who literally lust after blood and he shouldn’t expect them to be domesticated.

Blood Communion

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Louis describing what sex felt like to Claudia.

Interview with the Vampire

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Lestat describing to the reader how brief and unimpressive sex was after having making love to Flannery Gilman as a vampire.

Prince Lestat

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**TW SA**

Lestat’s describing to the reader how his first sexual encounter in a human body was meh and kind of ick. 🫤

Tale of the Body Thief

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Quinn and Merrick discussing how weak an orgasm was compared to drinking blood. “Mild pleasure” by comparison.

Blackwood Farm

people are always like "Oh a vampire wouldn't get horny while drinking someone's blood, that's like getting horny while eating a sandwich" and like man have you never had a really good fucking sandwich?

[moonstruckme]

hiii! idk if i already requested this because I'm very forgetful but do you think you could do a tasm!peter fic with a bit of hurt/comfort? maybe r's just really burnt out and tired from school and studying and stress? thank u sm <3 i adore your work

No worries dude, you didn't! Thanks sm for requesting <33

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 681 words

Peter sets your coffee down in front of you with a kiss to the top of your head. You raise it to your lips on autopilot, blowing gently. 

“Thanks,” you murmur. 

“No sweat.” His hand lingers on your shoulder. Instead of going back to his video game, he leans down to peer at your laptop screen. “Hey, this isn’t Jane Austen.” 

“No,” you confirm. Ordinarily, this is where you’d think up something witty to say. Like you would know the difference, science geek or I didn’t know you knew how to read words that didn’t end in -ion. You find you don’t have the energy. “I turned in the Austen essay earlier today. This one’s for my Flannery O’Connor class.” 

“What?” Peter’s voice pitches upward excitedly. He tugs your shoulder so you’re facing him, crowding your eyeline. “Baby, that’s amazing! You’re done!”

“I’m not done,” you say, covering your disappointment with a shrug and a small smile. “I still have this essay due by the end of the week.” 

“But you’re done with the Austen one!” Your boyfriend won’t allow his ebullience to be dampened, giving your shoulder a happy squeeze. “You worked on that for days, sweetheart, it must feel so great to have it turned in.”

You take another sip of your coffee, refocusing on the blinking cursor on your screen. Your eyes ache. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

“Hey.” Peter’s hand cuts across your vision, turning your face back towards him. “You deserve to celebrate at least a little, don’t you think? How long do you have until this essay is due?” 

“A couple days.” 

“Sick.” His touch leaves your cheek, and you hear the click of your laptop shutting. “Take the night off.” 

“Peter.” Your sigh is long and heavy. You swear you feel some essential part of you leave with it. “I can’t. I need to get this done.” 

He works his hand between your back and the desk chair, encouraging you out of it. “You’ve got plenty of time to do it,” he reassures you, palm finding its favored spot on the small of your back to guide you towards the sofa. “I felt weird about giving you coffee at night anyways. We’ll switch it out for some tea, get cozy on the couch, just take it easy for the night. You could use a break.” 

You really could, but you’re not sure you can afford one. You cast a glance back toward your laptop, abandoned and beckoning with a cold imperativeness from your desk. “Let me just get this paragraph down…” 

But Peter is determined, setting one hand on each of your shoulders to push you down onto the cushions. “It’ll still be there tomorrow,” he says, sitting next to you and settling you against his side before you can try to get up. He tilts his head as he meets your gaze, brown eyes sharp and more discerning than you think you’re comfortable with. “Look, I wasn’t gonna pull this card, but you’re not acting like yourself. This whole quiet and ghostlike thing is freaking me out.” 

He turns up a corner of his mouth to let you know he’s at least partly joking. You crack a smile in return. Peter pecks your cheek and goes on, encouraged. 

“Just give me tonight, sweetheart. If you wanna go back to Flannery at nine tomorrow morning, I won’t stop you, but give yourself at least a few hours off.” 

You shouldn’t be surprised he’d remembered which class your essay was for, but you are. You suspect that if you looked hard enough, you’d eventually find an encyclopedia your boyfriend has filled with tiny things to remember about you. It’s the only explanation. 

You really are tired. 

“Okay,” you say, and he actually fist-pumps, your favorite dork. “Just let me make the tea, okay? You never steep it long enough.” 

Peter rolls his eyes, smiling as he kisses the skin next to your eye. “Such a perfectionist,” he says fondly. “How about I make us hot chocolate instead, and then you won’t have to worry about it?” 

[milliesfishes]

⋆౨ৎyou're alone on halloween and alex comes to see you⋆౨ৎ fem reader x alex nilsen

Swiping the wand over your lashes, your eyes fell to your phone when it buzzed on the counter. Alex was trying to call you. Ignoring it, you leaned forward in the mirror to get a better look at the state of your makeup. Fish purred contentedly by the sink, lifting his chin in a kitty smile when you looked at him.

It was always hard spending a holiday away from Alex, even if it was a minor one. You always took the major holidays together, like Christmas or Thanksgiving, but you longed for the simple pleasures of fun ones like Halloween. All your friends were bringing their boyfriends to the party tonight in coordinating costumes while you were stuck with your solo act.

Maybe if Alex was here you would have done something cute from a movie you both liked. But since he wasn't, you had gone generic, donning a short white dress and angel wings. Staring at your reflection, you capped your mascara, shoulders slumping a little. You felt pretty. You'd look good in whatever pictures your friends posted tomorrow. But the ache in your chest was apparent, and you wished with all your heart that he was with you.

The two of you had talked about him maybe relocating to the city when you'd first accepted this job a few years ago, but nothing had come of it until this past spring. You both agreed that he should spend at least another school year in Linfield and maybe start looking for teaching jobs this winter so he could move right after school ended. You were so excited at the prospect of him coming to live with you finally after missing him so often for so long.

That still didn't make days like today any less hard.

Your phone buzzed with another text from Alex, but you didn't bother to read it. In a minute you would FaceTime and show him your costume and the little bow you'd put around Fish's neck. He would let you see Flannery O' Conner, Fish's littermate, and probably tell you he would be staying in tonight.

Petting Fish, you smiled a little sadly when he stood, rubbing his head on your side. You and Alex had gotten your cats together, picking them out at the town shelter. Fish was a tie to the man you loved in that way, and you were grateful for it.

There was a knock at the door, and you called, "It's unlocked, come in!" It was probably Jules here with the Uber. She was early.

Deciding to find a quiet-ish place at the party to call Alex in, you picked up your phone and gave Fish one last pat, trailing from the bathroom to the kitchen and living room. Your white heels were sitting by the couch, and you internally debated the logistics of bringing a purse before you realized who was standing in front of the door. Not Jules.

Alex grinned at you, somehow more handsome than when you'd seen him last. His hair was a little messy, and he looked a little tired. But he was here. "Hi baby."

Your mouth fell open, and you hurtled toward him, crashing into his open arms as he dropped his carry-on and squeezed you tight, lifting you off your feet. You'd told him a thousand times not to do that because of his bad back, but today you shelved your concerns. His clean scent filled your nose as you buried your face in his chest. "You're here...how are you here?"

"It's amazing what they're doing with teleportation these days." You lifted your head up, raising your eyebrows and meeting his eyes. He smiled, thumbing the side of your cheek. "I took today and tomorrow off. Decided to take a long weekend and come see you."

You giggled, almost in disbelief. wrapping your arms around his neck. "You did all that for me?"

"I missed you." Alex pressed his lips to your forehead, leaning down and catching your mouth in a kiss as sweet as candy corn. "Missed my girl."

Tummy fluttering from both his words and his lips, you squealed lightly, hugging him tight again. "I'm so happy you're here."

Pushing you back just a bit, Alex's eyes roamed over your body, your dress. "You look sexy. Were you going somewhere?"

"A party," you mused, staring up into his eyes, your previous plans already nearly forgotten. "But now that you're here...I'm not going anywhere."

He gave you a look. "We can still go. You got ready and everything and you look gorgeous-"

Reaching up, you kissed him needily, effectively silencing his protests. Losing yourself in his touch, you nudged your nose against his. "I wanna do something else."

He slipped off his shoes as he kissed you, letting you walk him over to the couch and push him gently to sit down. The grin on his face hadn't faltered once for the time he'd been there. When you began to take off your angel wings, he sat up, reaching out. "Wait, wait. Did you take any pictures in your costume?"

You shook your head, a little dazed, mind clouded around everything except him. Alex reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out, using his hands on your hips to scoot you backwards a bit. Flopping back on the sofa, he swiped right on the screen and pointed it at you, the shutter clicking. Over and over you'd teased him for not turning off the phone's standard device sounds.

After a few seconds of posing, you gravitated back towards him, sitting on his lap despite his protests. "Just a few more...okay." You were already cuddling into his chest, your wings poking his arm. Looking up with puppy dog eyes, your cheek squished his shoulder. He sighed, smiling and setting a palm on your other cheek. One final click of the camera was heard as you smiled adoringly up at him.

Tossing the phone aside, Alex settled his hands on your hips, giving you a fond look. He rubbed you gently, and you melted under his touch.

Remembering what you'd wanted before, you stood from his lap and slipped off your wings, setting them on a nearby chair. Letting his arms rest on the back of the couch, Alex shifted so he was sitting up straighter, grinning. "Whatcha doing babe?"

"I was gonna send you a picture later," you smiled, slipping one strap of your dress over your shoulder. He watched, almost entranced, as you removed the other one, beginning to shimmy the fabric down your chest and over your knees. His eyes widened as you kicked the dress aside, smoothing your hair behind your shoulders.

Your lingerie was white and lacy, hugging your body and effectively stunning your boyfriend. He wordlessly reached for you, hands glued to your hips as he pulled you right down into his lap again. "Baby..."

Sliding his hand to your breast, you kissed him lovingly, pressing yourself against him. Alex kneaded your hips, hands sliding over your bottom and tugging you into him.

His lips ebbed and flowed over your skin in the way you'd missed so desperately, and you tangled your hand in his hair. It'd been nearly a month since you'd seen him last, felt him like this. He shifted you off his lap so you were sitting beside him. You were about to protest, when he knelt in front of you, pulling your legs over his shoulders.

When your phone buzzed on the coffee table, you reached for it, seeing the text from Jules. She was on her way. Alex frowned, squeezing your thigh. "Baby."

"Hold on, I need to tell her I'm not going tonight." You tapped out the text quickly, using more abbreviations than usual.

Alex pressed his mouth to your thigh, still pouting. "You weren't so eager to respond to my texts."

"I was going to call you," you giggled, hitting send and putting your phone back on the table. "And show you my costume."

"Hmm." Alex kissed your knee, dipping back down between your legs.

It was dark when the two of you finally stopped, trying to catch your breath, skin sticking to one another. He kissed your forehead, reaching for his boxers and tugging them on. Taking the blanket from over the arm of the couch, Alex unfolded it, spreading it over your body before getting to his feet.

He went to the carry-on bag that he'd abandoned earlier, kneeling and unzipping the top. You sat up sleepily, holding the blanket to your chest. "Did you bring more sweatshirts?"

Alex threw a smile back at you. "You don't have enough of my clothes?" But he tugged out what he was looking for, holding the maroon sweatshirt up triumphantly. "I'll have to borrow one of the others I've left here."

With an excited squeak, you sat up, making grabby hands. He laughed, bunching up the sweatshirt in his hands. "Lift your arms, baby."

You did, smiling wide as he pulled the neck opening over your head and adjusted it over your bare body. He gave you a loving peck on the nose, leaving for your bedroom to find a sweatshirt of his own. The one you were wearing was an old one from college that was soft and cozy on the inside.

He returned in a forest green one, smiling and diving into the couch, taking you into his arms. Pressing warm kisses to your neck, Alex nuzzled there, murmuring, "You're so pretty."

"Wanna put on a movie?" you murmured, rubbing his chest.

Alex nodded, kissing your cheek. "Scary?" You scrunched up your face, and he laughed. "Alright. Not scary. I'll pick a Halloween movie though."

Remote in one hand, Alex kept you cuddled close with his other arm, kissing your hair as he flipped through movie options, selecting one of your favorites. You were pleased when his other arm slid around you as the opening credits began. Fish found his way over, jumping on the couch and purring as he settled into Alex's lap. It seemed you weren't the only one who'd missed him.

Every second with him you soaked up, reveling in his warmth. As the movie played, you talked softly about everything and nothing, the stupid little things you always wanted to tell him but felt strange doing when he wasn't physically here.

You knew eventually you would have to escape your bubble, find a way to say goodbye until the next time. But for now you were content in his arms, able to pretend that he would never leave.

tagging @kellielovesmovies because <3

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

To Hell...: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Summary: A man intentionally admits to murdering ten people he didn’t kill all because his sister is missing. The facts take you to a pig farm where a world of horror is waiting for you.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

x

"If there were no hell, we would be like the animals. No hell, no dignity." - Flannery O'Connor

Two weeks have gone by since the Anthrax attack. For two weeks, Spencer has been in recovery. This is the first day he gets to come to work after getting out of the hospital. Everyone is inside the bullpen and their respective offices while you're outside in the empty hallway. You need a moment to yourself to calm your racing heart.

You're still not over almost losing Spencer. He's fine now and has been cleared by the doctor but the fear of losing him is still in the back of your mind. Things like fear, panic, and sadness hit you harder than any other emotion because of how strong they can be. They hate being alone, so they try to take as many people down with them as possible.

"Hey, there you are," Spencer says from the double glass doors. "Are you okay?" You shake your head and refuse to look at him. If you do, you're scared you'll never stop crying. "Darling, I'm okay now. There's no permanent damage."

When you don't look at him, he puts two fingers under your chin and lifts your head so you're forced to look him in the eyes.

"Did you know your love consumes me? It's passionate and intense and it hurts sometimes because I'm so in love with you. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you, so when you get hurt, it's ten times more difficult for me because I'm an empath."

Spencer cuts you off by placing his lips on yours. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. You can't ever get enough of his lips, his touch, or his love.

"Just know I'm not going anywhere," he whispers. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. "I still need to marry you and have your kids."

This time, you smile a happy one and kiss him again.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," JJ clears her throat. You and Spencer part from each other to look at her. "The meeting's about to start."

"Yeah, we'll be right there."

JJ leaves and you reach up to fix Spencer's hair.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Not possible," you grin.

"Yes, possible."

You two cut your cheesy moment short and join everyone in the briefing room so that JJ can get started on the case. She starts by putting a video on the screen for everyone to watch. On the Canada Border, there are a lot of cars getting checked before going through, but there is this one that draws the attention of some of the officers.

One car passes through the checkpoint but stops right as he does, and officers gather around to tell him to move. Instead of complying, he drives his car right through the barricade, turns around, and rams right into one of the checkpoint booths.

Officers from all over get their guns out and remove him from the car, and they slam the man down on the ground face-first. They handcuff him where he lays, pull him to his feet, and he looks up at the camera.

"His name is William Hightower. He claims over the past month, he's picked ten people off the streets of Detroit, killed them, and dumped their bodies across the border in Canada."

"Has he given up the dumpsite?"

"He said he'll only talk to the FBI."

"Do we have confirmation these people are even missing?" Spencer asks.

"Two were reported missing by family months ago, but they all appear to be transients. We're having a hard time finding any information on them."

"Garica?"

"Like a bloodhound, sir," she says and leaves the briefing room to find information on the ten people.

"So, what do we know about Will?"

"Up until two months ago, he was a Sergeant in the Us Army that did two tours in Iraq. He lost his left leg in a roadside ambush. He was discharged with a purple heart and a commendation for Valor."

"The Royal Canadian Mounted Police are requesting our help?"

"They don't have a lot of choice."

"If he manages to get away with ten murders, why crash the guard post?"

"It could be an attempted suicide. Maybe he was trying to take as many people with him as he could," Emily theorizes.

"It could also be a case of post-traumatic stress disorder. Do we think it's legit?"

"I think it's too many bodies to take chances. Wheels up in thirty."

Hotch is the last one to leave the room, and before he can go on his way, you stop him.

"Hey, I just want to apologize for yelling at you two weeks ago. I shouldn't have done that."

"I understand the stress you were under. Honestly, I would have done the same thing if I were you. I hope you and Reid are doing okay."

"Yeah, we are now."

Hotch pats you on the back and leaves your side. Everyone meets on the plane and the pilot starts the three-and-a-half-hour flight to Windsor International Airport in Canada. JJ looks through the files containing the claims Will made about the murders.

"He documented them all in detail with names, photos, dates, and locations of where he took them."

"He has a Military background, so he's bound to be organized. He definitely doesn't have a type. The only consistency is that they were all abducted in the same area."

"Yeah, what do we know about that?" Emily asks.

"It's called the Cass Corridor. It's right here." Spencer points it out on a map. "It has an extremely high concentration of drug trafficking, prostitution, and homeless people. All high-risk behavior."

"Maybe for Will, it's more about opportunity than victimology."

"Morgan and Prentiss, when we land, I want you to head straight to Detroit and see if you hear anything in the whisper stream. I want to make sure we have a crime before we get too deeply into this. The rest of us will meet with the legal attache before we hit the Royal Canadian Mounted Police."

"Actually, sir, the officer in charge said that his team was part of a fellowship the BAU gave to train police forces in profiling," JJ says.

"That was the first one we ever did. His name is Jeff Bedwell."

"You know him? Is he any good?"

"He better be. I trained him," Rossi smirks.

As soon as the plane lands, your team splits up with you going with the majority to the police station. Jeff Bedwell eagerly greets Rossi when he sees him.

"Jeff, how have you been?"

"You mean besides having serial killers trying to take out our border agents?"

"Jeff, these are Agents Aaron Hotchner, Spence Reid, Y/N, and Jennifer Jareau."

"Thanks for being here. I've got a victim board and timelines set up on monitors in the conference room. Anything you need, you've got the run of the place."

"We appreciate it."

"Don't thank me, thank the unsub. He's the one that put you all in charge."

You walk into the conference room and see all the missing victims on the board.

"I need to go talk to Garcia and see if she had any luck locating the family members. I'll also check records for multiple border crosses and see if we get any hits for the days the victims went missing," JJ says and leaves the room.

"Do you believe he killed all these people?" you ask.

"It fits the profile."

"How so?"

"He's got recent physical trauma that could be a stressor, wide disparity of victims, no bodies, possible border cross, and two entirely different terrains. To pull that off, you'd have to be smart, organized, mobile, and physical. His Military background gives us all that."

"It appears as though he clusters his victims into men, then women, and then back to men again."

"What does that tell you?" Jeff asks Spencer.

"At the moment, nothing."

"Has he contacted his family?"

"No, and he refuses a lawyer."

"Is he here in interrogation?"

"Yes."

"This guy is from the US Army who demanded to talk to the FBI. He's not gonna want to talk to anyone but the person he thinks is in charge."

"Of course. I'll take you to him."

Rossi and Spencer stay in the conference room while you and Hotch follow Jeff to where Will is being held. You can see him through the two-way glass and notice his anger. However, it's not a rageful anger but a calm one. He's staring at the window as if he can see right through it.

"Has he been agitated this whole time?"

"He hasn't even flinched."

"Does he know that we're here?"

"Yeah, we told him. Are you not gonna interrogate him?" Jeff asks.

"If I go in now, he's in charge. If I wait and gather information... It's my interview. Let's see what we turn up in Detroit."

Derek and Emily noticed something strange when they got to Detroit. Not a single person isolated themselves from everyone else, and they've all set up camps. People on the streets don't usually care about safety in numbers unless something scared them into changing their behavior. Drug deals are happening in the daytime and prostitutes seem to be working in groups. If Will did kill ten people, he couldn't have done it without witnesses.

Emily asked the girls while Derek stuck to the homeless population. Derek talked to someone who seemed to know who the last victim was, and his name is Charles who was a junkie. He's been gone for two days, and it wouldn't have been weird except that a lot of people have been disappearing.

When they do, they don't come back.

It's normal for people to leave and not come back, but this guy has never seen anything like this before. Derek showed him a picture of Will and asked about him, and the man says that everyone tries to avoid Will. He's got a gun and no one wants any beef with him. He keeps asking about everyone who's gone missing, when they went missing, and just about everything he needs to make it look like he's the one who killed them.

Before Hotch goes in, you put a hand on his arm to stop him.

"Can I take the lead on this one?"

"What are you thinking?"

"That he didn't kill anyone. Don't worry, I won't choke you."

"Alright, let's see what you've got."

You and Hotch walk into the room and Will gives you a stone-cold look.

"I'm Agent Y/N and this is my boss, Aaron Hotchner, the Behavioral Analysis Unit Chief of the FBI."

"Are you here to analyze me?"

"No. I'm here for your confession, and to find out where you've dumped the bodies."

"I gave you names and dates."

"Not dump sites. You didn't give that information because you don't know where their bodies are, do you?" Will stays silent, and you get the impression that he's desperate out of love. "I know you were a Sergeant that led troops, and you've probably lost some men along the way, right?"

"A few."

"How would their parents feel if they didn't know whether their sons and daughters were dead or alive?"

"Don't lecture me on notifying families," Will angrily says. He takes a deep breath and composes himself. "No one cares about those people. Why should I?"

He got angry when you mentioned the word "families".

"You didn't kill those men, did you?"

"What makes you think I didn't?"

"Because you were out there every night showing people their photographs and checking their names off in a notebook. You'd only do that if you were looking for someone. Who are you missing, William?"

It's the kindness in your voice that causes him to break down crying. You look at Hotch and he encourages you to continue.

"You intentionally made sure everyone was out of that checkpoint booth before hitting it. You never wanted to kill anyone, just like you didn't kill those ten people. Now, I believe you when you say these people are missing. Is that what you wanted? To make us investigate so we'd find whoever it is you're missing?"

"Yes," he cries.

"Who is it?"

"My baby sister, Lee. When I got home from Iraq, the first thing my mother told me was that Lee was on the streets. She asked me to find her. I managed to find her once and brought her home. We fed her, got her cleaned up, and I let her wear my dog tags for good luck. Two weeks later, she slipped back onto the streets."

"Will, you provided so much information on the ten victims, but you didn't give us anything on Lee. Why is that?"

"I hid it in my spare tire. I needed to wait until I was sure that you were on board."

"What can you tell us about Lee?"

Will gives you everything he had on Lee, and you found the file he gathered on her in the spare tire in his trunk. He even gave you his phone that has a voicemail she sent to him right before she disappeared. You leave the interrogation room with Hotch and turn to him with a smile.

"Did I choke you?"

"You did a really good job. I'm serious. Keep up the good work."

"Thank you," you grin.

x

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↷ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - [Pokémon x Reader]

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I do not own Pokémon nor any of the characters by any means. All rights go towards Nintendo, Creatures, Game Freak & Satoshi Tajiri- as well as their amazing teams that brought us Pokémon!

↳ Characters I Write For;

     KANTO; Gary, Blue, Red, Ash, Misty, Brock, James, Jessie, Lance, Erika, Koga, & Sabrina

    JOHTO; Silver, Falkner, Clair, & Will

     HOENN; Brendan, May, Roxanne, Brawly, Flannery, Winona, Wallace, Steven Stone & Wally

     SINNOH; Lucas, Dawn, Barry, Gardenia, Fantina, Volkner, Cynthia, Mars, Jupiter & Saturn

     HISUI; Akari, Rei, Cyllene, Laventon, Kamado, Adaman, Arezu, Mai, Melli, Irida, Palina, Ingo, Volo & Cogita

     UNOVA; Hilbert, Hilda, Nate, Rosa, Cheren, Bianca, N, Hugh, Cilan, Chili, Cress, Lenora, Elesa, Skyla, Drayden, Iris, Marlon, Grimsley, Alder, Ingo & Emmet

     KALOS; Calem, Serena, Alain, Shauna, Tierno, Trevor, Viola, Grant, Korrina, Clemont, Valerie, Olympia, Siebold, Malva, Diantha, Sycamore & Alexa

     ALOLA; Elio, Selene, Hau, Lillie, Gladion, Kukui, Burnet, Lana, Kiawe, Mallow, Olivia, Kahili, Guzma, Nanu & Lusamine

     GALAR; Victor, Gloria, Hop, Bede, Leon, Sonia, Milo, Nessa, Kabu, Oleana, Marnie, Piers, Bea, Allister, Gordie, Melony, Raihan, Peony, Klara & Avery

     PALDEA; Florian, Juliana, Nemona, Arven, Atticus, Brassius, Eri, Giacomo, Grusha, Iono, Jacq, Katy, Larry, Mela, Ortega, Penny, Sada, Turo, Ryme & Tulip

↷ What I Write

     Forms Of Writing; Imagines, Textfic, Crack, One-Shots, Headcanons, & Songfics

     Relationships; Romantic ( s/o, crush, etc. ), Platonic ( friend, family member, rival, enemy, etc.)

     Genres / Types; Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Rivalry, Character x Reader x Character, Jealousy, Isekai, Forbidden Love, Crossover, Darkfic, Alternate Universes, Unrequited Love, & Hurt/Comfort

          ↳Note; Other types of genre may be unlisted.

↳ Work(s);

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↷ ‘ ‘ Now get on out there, trainer! ’ ’

[zepskies]

✍🏽 Writing Update!

Why, hello! As we've reached the last chapter of Take Me Home (Beau Arlen x Reader), I can finally give you the full preview of what I have next...

Another bonus one-shot for this series that will act as a Part 10, just with a short time lapse of a few months:

A Good Man Is Hard to Find

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader  Summary: When Beau starts pulling away from you and Emily during a very difficult case, will the pressure make or break your relationship?

👀 Sneak Peek:

“Darlin’, would you look at me, please?” he asked.

You dropped your book into your lap, and you met his gaze. 

“All right, tell me. Why’re you mad?” he asked. 

You rose your brows with a frown. “I’m upset with you. Because this is the first night you’ve spent here in over a month. And it’s not because you wanted to.” 

You shoved the blankets off your body and slipped out of the bed. Beau’s shoulders sunk a bit. 

“Come on, honey. You know that’s not—” he tried, but you weren’t done. 

No, you were very far from done.

Coming on Friday, April 12!

📖 Nerdy fun fact: The title is borrowed from a Flannery O'Connor short story of the same name. It's dark, but a classic. ✌🏽

[finishinglinepress]

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Lisa Johnson Mitchell‘s work has appeared in X-R-A-Y, Fictive Dream, and Cleaver, among others. One of her pieces was a Finalist in the 2022 London Independent Story Prize Competition. Another placed in the Top 10 of the 2020 Columbia Journal Short Fiction Contest. She holds an MFA from Bennington College. #shortstory #shortstories #fiction #book

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[mcwerewolfblack]

Dating Jackie Flannery Headcanons

- you're Terry Noonan's younger sister, so you're very close with the Flannery siblings

- eventually, things go a little far between you and Jackie one night when you're both drunk, and the next morning, neither of you can be bothered to regret it

- still... "What do you think Terry's gonna do when he finds out I'm screwin' his sister, huh? He'll fuckin' murder me!"

- "I'll murder him for murdering you."

- He considers this for a while, and eventually starts to smile, nodding and kissing you until you're both back in bed together for round 4

- He can't ever get enough of you. He loves sex with you, loves PDA, and loves it when you hold his arm or his hand. He's just sickly sweet when it comes to romantic shit

- Calls you his babe, his sweetiekins, and his bitch when he's feeling particularly cheeky

- your bro doesn't want you involved in the crime life when you come of age, but Jackie's like "Dude... she's a better criminal than both of us combined."

- sometimes when he wants to clear his head, he asks you if you want to go for a night drive, and you always say yes, because it's his way of coming to terms with shit in his life and he wants you to be there for him in some little way while he does

- the city is so quiet at night, and really pretty. Sometimes you two end up kissing, looking out at the water, and sometimes, you just drive for hours and hours

- gave you a promise ring made of tinfoil when you started dating, and three years later, you're still not officially married (and you probably never will be) but you had this drunken unofficiated ceremony where Terry and Kat sat in church hollering vows at you two while you balanced precariously on an alter and kissed sloppily until the sun came up

- "hvneymvovoom tiiime!" he shouts, stumbling out of the church with an arm hung haphazardly around you, "Do you wannnna fuck, m'lady?!"

- you snort, but it's actually the best sex of your life that night, starting with a little foreplay in the bathroom of a convenience store where you tell the guy working there that it's your wedding night and you're buying wedding snacks for apre sex cuddles

- when Frankie gets the order to take Jackie out, he's gonna do it, (because he's still a fuckin snake) but then, he just can't bring himself to after he hears the news

- you're pregnant with Jackie's child, so Frank's got a neice

- Jackie is fucking e c s t a t i c

- like he'll be on a job with Terry, and he'll randomly blurt out potential baby names while Terry tells him to shut the fuck up jesus

- he immediately makes a promise to quit all the drinking, and like... it doesn't really happen, but he's not violent or unpredictable when he's drunk, so it's not the biggest concern for you

- he does cut back though, because he wants to be absolutely sure he's sober enough to remember his daughter/son's first years: he said once that he drank to keep everything blurry, but now, he was finding some clarity in his life

- having a baby doesn't stop you from fucking on every surface of the apartment, though (and more times than you can count in the back of his car in some random Brooklyn alley)

- you love to tug his shaggy hair during sex, it makes him purr

- sometimes you'll pawn the baby off on Kat and Terry, and just have a literal day of bedridden laziness and slow, giggly sex until you realize you should really be responsible parents

- a mob boss once threatened you and the baby, so in the middle of the next night, Jackie, in an unhinged state, broke into his house and shot him in the head as a message to everyone: you and the baby are OFF LIMITS

- and because the guy was a dick

- you secretly wished you had thought of doing that first, but it was a romantic gesture

- occasionally, Jackie will mumble at night about how he doesn't want your kid to grow up a criminal, and being around criminals. Then you tell Jackie you'll both do your best to protect him as he grows up until he's old enough to find a better life

- "I fucking love ya, you know that?"

- "I know, Jack. Never stop loving me, and I'll never stop loving you."

- just a lot of happily ever after where Jackie never gets shot uwu

[mooropitant399]

I feel like Steven is really really good at emotional intimacy but not so much so with physical intimacy like he’s very good at introspection and deep talks late into the night but if his s/o wears a bikini (not even a tiny little one just a normal one) he would be EXTREMELY flustered

He loves cheek kisses forehead kisses cuddles but like straight on making out is nooooot his thing (at least for a decently long time until he feels safe enough to explore it, it’s never going to be a regular thing with him tho) and it takes him an even longer time to be comfortable without a top on around his s/o 🥺🥺 so much so that they have different bathrooms when s/o moves into his home

[scandinavianfairytale]

My baby takes on his devils...and mine

Pairing: Mob boss Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Violence (not against the reader), fighting, mentions of blood, fluff, romance & I think that's it. Let me know of I missed something 🙏😊

When she started dating Bucky she didn’t realize she’d enter into the belly of the beast. Or rather she’d become the girlfriend of the “beast”. She didn’t know who he was. He was just a hot guy, who was a secret sweetheart, she met at a coffee shop. He definitely didn't give her mob boss vibes... 

She adjusted to her new status and life quite quickly. There was something so powerful and flattering in being Bucky’s girl. Any and all her problems vanished with a snap of her fingers. She didn’t like to abuse her newfound power though...most of the time. There were a couple of incidents...like the one she was in right now. 

Bucky was intrigued by her from the moment he laid eyes on her. She wasn’t a drop-dead gorgeous type of a woman he usually associated with, but she was sweet and cute and with a hidden edge. He saw her several times in that little coffee shop. It was his go-to café as it was small, unknown and secluded. And then she waltzed in, always leaving a tip and a smile as she left. 

She found out about his real identity in a rather unpleasant way. He honestly planned on telling her in a very different way, that didn’t involve beating her ex to a bloody pulp. However, surprisingly, she handled it well. And after that, whenever she had a problem, he was more than happy to take care of it. Like he was doing right now. 

The man fell on the floor, blood spilling from his nose as he wailed like a wounded animal. The people in the restaurant let out gasps and screams of shocks. This was Chef’s Table after all...no one was expecting a brawl at one of NYC’s prestigious restaurants. 

Bucky glanced at the fallen chef and smirked as he spewed curses at him. 

“You really don’t need to do this, Bucky.” she smiled and leaned on her hand as she watched her boyfriend smirk and bring all hell on the poor man that still hasn’t wrapped his head around what was happening. 

“Anything for you, Dollface.” Bucky winked and grabbed the chef by his collar, standing him up and dusting him off. 

“Now, you’re going to apologize to the lovely woman sitting here.” he gestured to the woman in the black dress. 

“I don’t even kno- Wait you’re that bitch that sent-” The chef was slammed on the table, his face inches away from her. 

“I must’ve trouble hearing, because that didn’t sound like an apology. Let’s try this again.” Bucky growled and held on to the chef’s neck, pinning him down on the surface of the table, squeezing his neck a bit harder. 

“I’m sorry! Okay, I’m sorry!” the chef panicked. She nodded her head happily, satisfied with the apology. Bucky lifted him up and a smile spread through his face. 

“She might be happy with the half-assed apology...but I’m not.” 

Bucky’s men closed off the door of the restaurant and everyone still inside panicked, abruptly standing from their stools and looked for the exit as Bucky started beating the chef. 

While everyone around her watched in horror at the scene unfolding in front of them, she watched in adoration. She never knew a love as strong as the one she felt for Bucky. There was something carnal about the way he showed her he loved her. While this incident didn't deserve such a response, Bucky was adamant - no one disrespects his queen. And if someone does...well, they have to pay.

He smoothed his hair and wiped his bloody knuckles and specs of blood from his face and sat down opposite of her. He grabbed his wine glass and clincked it with hers.

"Happy anniversary, Doll. I love you." Bucky smiled and leaned forward to kiss her.

"I love you too, baby." She smiled and wiped the missed drop of blood from his cheekbone. He took a quick sip before standing up again.

"Where are my manners? Everyone, excuse me for this little show, everyone's dinner is on me. Order anything you want." He loudly announced and whistled to his men to take away the unconscious chef.

"I was thinking we could try out the chef's special? I'm in the mood for steak." Bucky said as he closed the menu and extended his arm over the table, to clasp hers.

Yeah...I'm not sure what to tell you 😅 I saw the video for The Business by Tiesto & have been obsessed with the song My baby by Susan O'Neill and Mick Flannery 💙 and this happened 🙈

P.S: The GIF is not mine - belongs to the amazing creator 🙏😊

[smithqjohns]

What did you read this year? What were your favorites? What do you recommend (as long as it’s not from Oprah’s Book Club list)? Here’s my list…

Books (Including Novellas and Short Stories) That I Read 2022 (*asterisks by the ones I recommend):

1. Atomic Habits (2018) by James Clear

2. Billy Liar (1963) by Keith Waterhouse (7.9 stars out of 10)

3. A Black Women’s History of the United States (2020) by Daina Ramey Berry and Kati Nicole Gross (6.4 stars out of 10)

4. *Cat’s Cradle (1963) by Kurt Vonnegut (9.9 stars out of 10)

5. *Chuck Klosterman X: A Highly Specific, Defiantly Incomplete History of the Early 21st Century (2017) by Chuck Klosterman (8 stars out of 10)

6. (The) Compound Effect (2010) by Darren Hardy

7. *Consider This (2020) by Chuck Palahniuk (8.9 stars out of 10)

8. *Dog of the South (1979) by Charles Portis (8.8 stars out of 10)

9. (The) End of the End of the Earth: Essays (2018) by Jonathan Franzen (6.3 stars out of 10)

10. *Fight Club (1996) by Chuck Palahniuk (10 stars out of 10)

11. Furiously Happy (2015) by Jenny Lawson (6 stars out of 10)

12. *(A) Good Man is Hard to Find (1953) by Flannery O’Connor (9 stars out of 10)

13. Heartburn (1996) by Nora Ephron (7.5 stars out of 10)

14. *Higglety Pigglety Pop! or There Must Be More to Life (1967) by Maurice Sendak (8.1 stars out of 10)

15. *Homebodies (1954) by Charles Addams (8.5 stars out of 10)

16. *Imperial Bedrooms (1985) by Bret Easton Ellis (8.3 stars out of 10)

17. *Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1955) by Jack Finney (8.9 stars out of 10)

18. Juliet, Naked (2009) by Nick Hornby (5.8 stars out of 10)

19. *(The) Man Who Lost His Head (1942) by Claire Huchet Bishop and Robert McCloskey (9 stars out of 10)

20. Monster Madness: Godzilla, King Kong and other Classic Creatures of the Silver Screen (5.9 stars out of 10)

21. Never Split the Difference (2016) by Christopher Voss (5.5 stars out of 10)

22. Nobody Move (2009) by Dennis Johnson (6.2 stars out of 10)

23. *Norwood (1966) by Charles Portis (8.2 stars out of 10)

24. Other People’s Money: Inside the Housing Crisis and the Demise of the Greatest Real Estate Deal Ever Made (2013) by Charles V. Bagli (5.6 stars out of 10)

25. Pity the Reader: On Writing with Style (2019) by Kurt Vonnegut, Suzanne McConnell (6.1 stars out of 10)

26. (The) Queen’s Gambit (1983) by Walter Tevis (6 stars out of 10)

27. *Raised in Captivity (2019) (Chuck Klosterman) (8.4 stars out of 10)

28. (The) Silva Method Mind Control (1991) by Jose Silva (4.5 stars out of 10)

29. (The) Time Machine (1895) by H.G. Wells (7.9 stars out of 10)

30. *True Grit (1968) by Charles Portis (9.5 stars out of 10)

31. (The) Turn of the Screw (1898) by Henry James (6.5 stars out of 10)

32. Turtles All the Way Down (2017) by John Greene (5.4 stars out of 10)

33. Waking the Tiger (1997) by Peter A. Levine (5.7 stars out of 10)

34. White (2019) by Bret Easton Ellis (7.5 stars out of 10)

35. White Fragility (2016) by Robin DiAngelo (1 star out of 10)

36. *Wise Blood (1952) by Flannery O’Connor (8.6 stars out of 10)

[milliesfishes]

౨ৎ꣑ৎCards and Cats౨ৎ꣑ৎ

౨ৎ꣑ৎ12 Days of Christmas Masterlist౨ৎ꣑ৎ [fem reader] contains: death of a pet, fluff pairing: fem reader x alex nilsen summary: figuring out christmas cards with alex author’s note: fluff with alex and cats :) Spotify Playlist

Life had somehow become a series of endings. Even every beginning was just a precursor to an end.

Your head had been full of these sorts of melancholy thoughts lately, a result of the events of a month ago. Alex's beloved cat, Flannery O' Conner, whom he'd had long before he started going out with you, had passed early one morning. Your eyes had stayed red for so long from crying you figured it'd be permanent. It'd been a hard, quiet night, with Alex both trying to comfort you and come to terms with his own grief.

He'd cried right along with you, and you'd eventually pulled him into your arms, letting him rest his head on your chest. You cried a river between the two of you, tears initiated whenever you found a cat hair or saw one of her favorite mice. Eventually it became too much, and you gathered everything in a basket and shoved it in a closet to think about later.

The days felt empty without her padding around the house. You missed her curling up beside you while you responded to work emails and passing her cat treats and listening to her rusty purr as you fell asleep every night. Alex said less about it, but you knew there was a cat shaped hole in his heart.

Whenever he was hurting, he'd want to be closer to you, and it was telling that when you both were home, he hardly let go. Wanting to help, you spent as much time with him as you could, insisting he come on errands or to get coffee or whatever was going on that day. It helped some, you knew, to be together. Those without pets wouldn't understand- losing one felt like a strange lapse that nothing could right.

You lived in this bubble for what felt like forever, the apartment becoming an echoey memory hall. You swore you saw Flannery O' Conner stretched out on the windowsill out of the corner of your eye, or padding into the kitchen to meow at you for canned chicken. Every time you looked and saw she wasn't there, a little part of your heart crumbled, chipped at by your grief.

As Christmas approached, and you started to wrap your gifts, wishing she was here to bat at the ribbon, your melancholy only seemed to grow. Holidays have a special way of reshaping your loss into something fresh, and you were no exception. When you unpacked the decorations and saw the cat stocking you'd purchased after moving in with Alex, you'd burst into tears.

Alex had come in from the other room, asking what was wrong and freezing at the sight of you. In an instant, he was at your side, pulling you into his arms and letting you cry. It felt stupid, somehow, but he never said that. He just let you get it all out, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head.

A week after the incident, you were cutting ribbon for a few wrapped gifts, when the front door opened. Alex had taken unusually long time to come home today, but you just figured there had been a meeting after school. He hadn't sent any texts or called you, but you hadn't paid attention really, deciding to put dinner in the oven so it was ready when he finally arrived.

Standing up, you stretched and pulled the hem of your sweater down, wandering down the hallway to greet him. He was taking off his coat and scarf, setting his bag down and grinning when he saw you. There was a look in his eyes that made you smile, even though it was a little confusing. Had something really good happened at his meeting? "Hi baby."

"Hi," you greeted, moving forward to him and almost stumbling over something at his feet. Looking down, your eyebrows lifted, eyes going wide as you looked to him for confirmation.

A carrier. A cat carrier.

Alex was smiling wide now, nodding in confirmation. "Open it."

You couldn't kneel fast enough, fiddling with the latches and watching as a sleek black cat climbed out carefully, looking around and sniffing the air. When he looked up at you with a little preow? you swore you felt your heart melt in your chest. Holding out your hand, you let him smell it, and then he rubbed his cheek against your fingers, making you gasp in delight. "Oh, Alex-"

"That's not all." He nodded at the carrier again, and you peered inside, only to see another cat staring wide eyed at you. Calico, with pretty green eyes and long hair. She slowly inched out behind the black cat, seeming a little more timid. The black cat was rubbing at your knee, his purr vibrating under your hand.

Your eyes filled with tears, and you got to your feet, throwing your arms around Alex. "You didn't."

"You know, I only went to the shelter for one," he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. "But they're a bonded pair and I knew you would love them."

"I do," you giggled, half crying. "Alex..."

He rubbed your back carefully, leaning his cheek on your head. "I thought we could use some more cat in our lives. It's an early Christmas gift for us." Pausing, he kissed your hair. "I wanted to wrap them, but the lady at the front desk said they might suffocate-"

Laughing, you leaned up to kiss him, nudging his nose. "This was perfect." Nuzzling into his neck, you murmured, "What are their names?"

"The black one is Fish," he said, and you looked down at both the cats, who were sitting side by side, investigating, it seemed. "And the calico is Willow."

"Fish and Willow," you mused, swaying back and forth with Alex. Looking down at the two new members of your little family, you flattened your hand on his chest, resting your cheek there.

"They're perfect."

"Can we put the cats on the Christmas card?"

Alex looked up from where he was petting Willow in his lap. It hadn't taken very long to find out that she was a complete Daddy's girl, even though she loved everyone she met. You could hear her purring across the room.

This was their nightly routine. Alex would come home and sit down and Willow would leap down from wherever she was to join him. The pitter patter of her little feet was the sweetest thing in the world, and it never failed to make you smile.

Fish was sitting on the counter while you chopped vegetables, and you gave him a pat on the head before turning back to Alex. "Can we?"

"Maybe it can only be the cats on the card," he suggested, smiling when you laughed. "Who are we sending it to this year?"

"Both our parents," you listed, leaning on the counter. "Your brothers. If you have any friends you want to send them to, add them to the list."

"I forgot how many people we know." He leaned back, staring at the ceiling, hand on Willow's back.

"We should put them in sweaters," you said, and Alex raised his eyebrows.

"If we do that, you're gonna be the one putting Fish in his," he said, and Willow meowed as if in agreement. He smiled fondly at her before looking back at you. "I think he would kill me and he would like it."

"Aww," you cooed, picking up Fish and cuddling him, smiling when he started to purr. "You wouldn't ever, would you, Fishy?" He nuzzled your chin, and you giggled. "See?"

Alex's face was deadpan. He raised his eyebrows, and you held Fish up next to your face. "He would never hurt you."

"Tell that to the scratch on my elbow," Alex said, but he reached out when you came closer to give Fish an affectionate scratch under the chin.

You gave him the scrunch-nosed smile that he loved, kneeling by him and putting Fish down. Resting your head on Alex's knee, you smiled when he put his hand over your head, brushing your hair back. Willow shifted on his lap, her long, fluffy tail brushing your cheek. "Is it time for me to point out that you're the one who picked him out?"

"Hmph." It made you smile. He thumbed the side of your head. "You know I love him."

"You couldn't help it." You looked up at him, squeezing his thigh. "It wouldn't be right for you not to love every single cat you meet."

Alex gave you a fond look, chucking you under the chin. "You're right." He spent a long moment looking at you. "Alright. We can do a cat Christmas card with sweaters."

"A cat Christmas card with sweaters!" you repeated triumphantly, reaching up and pressing a series of kisses to his cheeks. His cheeks turned pink under your touch, and it only made you smile harder.

The day of the pictures, however, he wasn't smiling near as much.

Fish was grumpy because his sweater was a touch too small, and you suspected Alex having to put the sweater on while you held him in your lap hadn't helped. Willow, on the other hand, was an absolute angel, her constant purring a welcome respite from Fish's growling. You wanted to hold him in your lap for the picture, which turned out to be a good thing, because he flopped to the ground once in his sweater and refused to move.

You set up your phone propped against a stack of books holding Fish under his arms while Alex sat down with Willow. Fish growled and you kissed him on the head. "Shh, you're fine."

Alex chuckled. "Trouble?"

"No," you smiled, turning around and rushing back to sit as the phone counted down. "Fish is just excited to take the picture." You held Fish up and Alex wrapped his arm around you, smiling for the picture. You pressed a kiss to his cheek for the next one, and he pulled you in to rest his chin on your head in the last.

You hauled the sweater off of Fish as soon as the last picture was done, setting him loose and laughing as he darted to the other side of the house. "It'll look good."

"Yeah." He carefully took Willow's sweater off and let her go, grabbing hold of your waist and tugging you into his lap, rubbing your sides. "It was a good idea, baby."

A moment of silence passed between you as you watched Fish and Willow lie next to each other. The space where Flannery O'Conner had lived was still there, but you felt as though she'd sent you both your sweet kitties to ease it a little. Like a guardian angel.

Leaning your head against Alex's chest, you took in the luster and glitter of the decorations you'd put up at the beginning of the month, at the tree peeking out from around the corner, ornaments glinting in the light. It felt cozy in here, your happiest place. With the man you loved and your cats, it was all complete. This is how it was always meant to be.

Still, you felt a little thrill when you signed each card containing the hard-earned photograph with Happy Holidays from us and Fish and Willow.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Words please!

Likely

Blink

Tear

Hold

Sure thing buddy :D

Likely

This is from part two of That Yeehaw Motherfucker, a Jack "Whiskey" Daniels fic

Were you tipsy, or were you actually having a good time? Well the most likely (and most shocking) answer was that it was a little bit of both. After you’d agreed to stick around for one drink, Jack had returned to the table with his own drink - and shots for all three of you.

Blink

This is from In Black and White, a George Russell x Original Female Character fic

“I’m so sorry!” It was a softer voice than he expected. George finally turned to face the person properly. As he did, his breath caught in his throat. 

He recognized her eyes, first. They had so often been bright with mischief, or a taunt, though now the gold-flecked hazel was shaded with nerves. In just a blink, they were bright again, and George’s lips pulled into an unwitting smile. 

“Mr. Russell!” She laughed with an open ease and joy. “I’m terribly sorry—I was distracted.” 

“That does not surprise me one bit, Miss Flannery.” 

Tear

This is from the Autumn Flush chapter of Cold Snap (which I swear I'm still working on)

The celebration is a small one, but you’re certain it couldn’t be lovelier. The town’s judge officiates; half of the town turns up to see the two of you married. You can’t shield or mask your joy, and you don’t want to. Tears spring up in your eyes as you exchange vows; you have to stop yourself from leaning into his chest and clinging to him in front of the others. 

Hold

This is from Sleeper, a Marcus Pike x Reader fic

“And your connection to this painting?” You hold the remaining pictures in your hand up, waving them a little. Pike’s expression flashes with embarrassment of his own, a bashful smile taking over his lips.

“I’m uh…I’m also something of a collector.”



“…Uh huh,” You nod, “So this isn’t Mish’s. This is yours.” 



“It is.” 



“You think you have a sleeper.” 

“I think it’s a possibility.”

[magma-queen]

We're Your Dads Now (Hardenshipping x Platonic!Reader)

Dadadada! I am here to share kind words and tickly scenarios to you, my friend! I hope this fic provides lots of comfort and smiles to you! Remember to take care and you are strong, valid, and enough! :3

Have an amazing day/night friend!

You put down the phone with a shaky sigh as you replayed the conversation you just had with your father, feeling equal parts dread and anger pool in your belly.

Why did every conversation you had with him always end like this?

“Hm? Oh! (Y/N)!” You startled when you heard a familiar voice, turning to find Archie and Maxie nearby. In their arms were supplies for what looked like a dinner, their Pokemon proudly carrying some of the bags themselves.

“Hey kid! How have you been?” Archie grinned his usual grin, eyes kind. “The region treating you well?”

“Oh, hi guys...” You tried to smile, but it felt so forced and weak that you felt yourself cringe. “Yeah, the region’s been treating me good. I’m taking on Flannery soon.”

“Ah, Flannery.” Maxie nodded, eyes growing concerned at the sad look in your eyes. “She’s a strong trainer. Be prepared for her flame attacks.”

“Heh. Yeah, she’s a real firecracker! Hehe! See what I did there, Max?” Archie grinned at his husband, who was clearly fighting back an eye roll. “Clever, Archie. Very clever.”

As the team aqua leader cackled at his own joke, you felt the pit in your stomach move up to your throat. Blinking back tears, you tried to laugh along with them, pretending you're okay.

It didn’t work.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” Maxie was the first to see the tears welling up, Archie’s laugh dying down into a look of concern as well. “Kid?”

“I-I’m sorry! I need to go-!” You pushed past the men, rushing out of the Pokemon Center and running towards who knows where, the tears in your eyes falling down your cheeks.

~~~

You didn’t know where you were, or how long you’ve been crying, but it wasn’t long before the pair found you again. “Hey there, mind if we sit with you?” Archie asked softly, doing so when you nodded.

Maxie joined you as well, hesitating before offering his arm. “Do you...want a hug?” He asked, be it a tad awkward? Outwardly affection wasn’t his strong suit. Still, you nodded and leaned into his side, sniffling as his arm came around you comfortingly. “Thank you…” Archie smiled kindly, reaching out and running his fingers through your hair, providing comfort from his end. “Of course, Kiddo. We’re here for you.”

After a little while, you spoke. You told them about everything that had been bothering you, the problems you had with your father, the pain he made you feel. You voiced all of these until your voice was hoarse from crying and your eyes were moistened with fresh tears.

Archie and Maxie were quiet throughout, their hands comforting, voices soothing. After a bit, Archie spoke. “Screw it. We’re your dads now.”

“What?” You and Maxie asked at the same time, surprise in your expressions.

“See? We even got the same reactions!” Archie grinned before returning to serious mode. “Really. From the sounds of it, you don’t have a good father figure in your life. So we’ll take on that role. I’ve always wanted kids!” He grinned proudly, reaching out and ruffling your hair. “Starting today, you’re my kid now!”

“Don’t forget I’m also in this relationship, Archie.” Maxie spoke up, though there was no frustration in his voice. “They would be our kid.”

“Psst, (Y/N). He’s right But you know I’m the best.” Archie staged whispered, making you smile. “Excuse me? You, the best? Last time I checked, I was the one giving them advice for upcoming gyms. That makes me the best.” Maxie declared, making you smile more.

“Yeah, but I’m the fun one! I tell all the jokes and make them laugh!” As if on cue, you laughed, proving his point. “See?”

“Guys, guys.” You said, reaching out and patting their arms. “You’re both the best. There’s no need to fight.”

“Hehe, see, there’s that smile we were missing!” Archie grinned, his hand dropping to your waist and poking lightly. “Now, where’s that laugh?”

Maxie, who’s arm had been loosely around you this entire time, suddenly tightened his grip, his other hand coming over to poke your other side. “Yes, (Y/N)! Come on, laugh for us!”

“Ahahhahahahrchie! Mahhahahahhaxie!” You squeaked and laughed, twisting and squirming in their arms as you giggled yourself silly. “Aww, someone’s ticklish!” Archie teased, adding both hands now to tickle along your sides and stomach. “What a sweet sound you make, (Y/N)! I’d love to hear more of it.” Maxie added, his own voice taking a more gentle tone, hand squeezing along your hip and thigh.

“Gahahhahahahahahhahahys! Ohohohoohohohohokay! Ohohohoohohohokay! Ihihihihiihihihim lauhuhuhuhuuhhuuhuhuhghing!” You cried, tears of mirth dotting your eyes and threatening to spill down your flushed cheeks.

Taking mercy, Archie and Maxie stopped their playful attack, letting you slump against Archie’s broad chest as you recovered. Sucking down greedy breaths, residue giggles punctuated each intake. “Hehe...hehehe...T-Thahank you. I neheeded that.”

Archie laughed and gave you a squeeze, Maxie reaching out and taking your hand in his. “Of course, (Y/N). We’ll always be here for you. Whenever you need us.”

“Even if you aren’t our kid, biologically, we still consider you a part of our family.” Maxie reassured, squeezing your hand comfortingly. “So never worry- we’re always gonna be here.”

You smiled, closing your eyes and resting between the kind men you’ve grown to care for as well. “Thank you, you two. You really are the best.”

(Apologies for the edit but I need to say something before I post this wonderful submission.)

Shout out to @giggly-squiggily for being an amazing friend and making me smile tonight. 😭😭😭 Go follow this wonderful person. I’ve been dealing with my biological father for far too long.. the distance between us started 11 years ago, when I turned 10 years old. And it will never get better. He’s broken our relationship, and I’ve finally come to terms with it. I’m lucky to have my mother and rest of my family, who care for me deeply. @giggly-squiggily, thank you.. from the bottom of my heart. ❤️ this has both made me smile and made me cry. Thank you for being such a great friend to me and comforting me when I was so down..