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quartzwriting · 4 years ago

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Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader

Description: You offer Bucky coffee, with an accidental espresso shot, and the caffeine gets to him. Fall themed!

Warnings: Non

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: Originally posted on Quotev on Jan 21, 2019 / Sorry if Bucky feels out of character, I blame the caffeine I gave him / Written for Alex

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“Where is he?”

Steve looked up from his breakfast and pointed to the open door of the fridge. Tony was rummaging through it while mumbling to himself, but perking up at the sound of your voice. He had a strawberry in his mouth, there he goes snacking again. Food never seems to last in the tower.

You held up the tray and Tony's face lit up. He wanted you to do his morning Starbucks run. Even if the tower had plenty of coffee and tea options, he needed his pumpkin spice latte and he wanted it done right. You never thought Tony would be that type of person, to like sugary and basic white bitch drinks, but he is apparently.

“I’m not Pepper.” You said blankly, eyeing the man as he approached to claim his drink. “Why did I have to go and get your coffee?”

“Because you’re the one who messed up on the last mission, (Y/N).” Tony answered with an fake innocent smile.

“I tripped!” You gasped in defense, really you tripped. It was an accident but it made a domino effect and you almost costed everyone the mission. The guys in the tower were not going to let you forget anytime soon, it was too embarrassing. And you were thankful Sam didn't have a camera because that would be the worst.

“You just need to have your pumpkin spice latte.” Steve laughed, shaking his head.

“Get in the fall spirit, Rogers.” Tony said, taking one of the cups from the tray greedily.

“I can only imagine what he’ll do on Halloween…” You mumbled under your breath. The over the top decorations and his making everyone play along with his enthusiasm...Oh no what about Christmas...you didn’t even want to think about Christmas.

Before you knew it Tony left with his coffee, not even thanking you for going out in the cold to get it. Something wanted you to go follow him and shove the other three steaming hot cups down the front of his shirt, but you refrained since you wanted one of them for yourself.

Instead you bottled up your frustrations and you took one for yourself and gave one to Steve. Tony paid for it so it doesn't matter, free coffee for you then!

While taking a sip of your own delicious latte, you heard heavy footsteps enter the room. Soon Bucky groaned and dragged himself into the kitchen.

“Morning Bucky.” You said, taken aback by his sudden appearance. He simply nodded in response, he was not a morning person. It seemed that your heart jumped to your throat every time he acknowledged your existence, and you’ll take a simple nod as one.

“Come on Buck, wake up. We got training to do.” Steve announced, cleaning up his dishes.

“Yeah yeah I know. God, you’re so loud.” Bucky looked like he could use a few more hours of sleep, or a few gallons of coffee. He slowly made his way to the pantry and stumbled dug for the breakfast bars, a quick breakfast before training.

"Hey Bucky, you want one?" You offered him one of the coffee cups, knowing it was a dangerous game you were playing by speaking to him this early in the morning. But thankfully he didn't chop your head off, he merely turned around to see what you had offered.

"What is it?" He asked, staring at the cup with a blank face.

"Pumpkin spice latte."

Bucky looked skeptical, but took it and raised it to his lips to take a sip. The sugar hit him before the caffeine.

"It's sweet."

"See its not that bad." Steve chimed in, drinking his own latte.

"The future is weird..." He mumbled, sending a slightly amused-looking smile in your direction. You didn't know if you wanted to scream or run to your room and hide.

"Technically its the present." Steve tried to be smart.

"Shut up." Bucky started to walk out of the room, still slightly groggy (the caffeine would kick in soon though) but he looked back. “That scarf looks good on you.”

You glanced down at it, fleece and yellow plaid. You grew shy and scratched the back of your head. “Thanks.” You realized it came out as a mere squeak.

He smiled and left after muttering "Thank you, (Y/N)", probably to get ready for training. Deep down you didn't want to see him go, and you heart pounded when he said your name.

"Weird."

"Hm?" You turned to Steve.

"He usually hates mornings, he looked happy."

It just dawned on you. Everyone feared bothering Bucky when it was too early, and on a normal day he would go into full Winter Soldier mode when anyone dared to step across the line of 'I'm too tired to be alive right now and I'll murder you and burn your body if you get in my face'. Maybe it was the latte you gave him, to your knowledge Bucky didn't drink coffee much.

Then you realized something...

Oh Shit.

"Oh no," You knew Steve would scold you, so you changed your wording in your head before it came out of your mouth.

"What?"

"I gave Bucky the one with the espresso shot..."

The Captain chuckled and patted your shoulder, "Its fine, he needs it."

You slightly laughed, if it made him a little less of a morning grump then why not.

"Don't worry, it probably will not turn out as bad as that one time when Pietro had just regular coffee." Steve remembered.

So many things in the Tower were broken that day, Tony was furious. There was plenty of yelling, and the speedster almost passed out from the overdrive. From that day forwards, Pietro was never allowed to have coffee ever again.

"But I kinda needed that espresso shot..." You groaned.

"Calm down, you'll live." He said it so simply you almost wanted to knock him upside the head. Then he mumbled something; "Also I don't think the coffee was the reason he was happy-"

"What?"

He ignored you.

"Well I'm gonna head to the training room, see ya kid." Cap left the kitchen, leaving you with your latte (that sadly wasn't strong enough to kill your exhaustion) and you finally could have your breakfast. Because someone didn't let you do anything until you fetched their morning coffee (Tony "Im Iron Man and Im Superior To You" Stark).

~~~

"Who gave Bucky caffeine?" Sam announced to everyone in the training room while eyeing the man, who was now finishing his latte.

"You're just a sore loser." Bucky placed the empty cup back on the table and was ready to spar with his friendly rival again. Bugging Sam was his favorite past time.

"No really, who thought that would be a good idea?" Sam didn't drop it.

The glass doors to the training room opened and you walked in, holding your tablet and flipping through the new file you just received from SHEILD headquarters. Before you could open your mouth to say anything, you were abruptly interrupted.

"It was her." Cap threw you under the bus.

"What did I do?" You whined.

And the next few seconds was a quick-fire dispute, remarks shot through the air like bullets.

"You gave Bucky coffee." Sam pointed at you.

"So?" You asked.

"That's a bad idea." Sam snapped.

"Sore loser~" Bucky sang.

"Shut up." Sam shot.

"You are a sore loser Sam" You mocked.

"Shut it!" Sam warned.

"Sooorrrreee loooser!" Bucky stretched out.

"QUIET!" Sam barked.

"I need another." Bucky sighed.

"You are not having another." Sam snapped.

"(Y/N), can I have another?"

"Bad idea" You admitted.

"Enough!" Natasha raised her voice and the arguing stopped suddenly. "God, you three are like nagging seagulls. You don't shut up."

"Sam's the seagull." Bucky made one last snarky remark, making you snort while you tried to hold in your laughter.

Before Sam could attack again, you finally spoke up. "Just got a new mission file from Fury. He says it's urgent."

Steve, Bucky, Sam, Nat, and Clint (who had been enjoying the argument quietly) all gathered around you. You projected the file into a hologram and blew it up so everyone could see.

"Security breach at a lab in France." Nat read the notes.

"So? Just a lab," Bucky shrugged, then thought about it, "right?"

You zoomed into the picture on the file, the logo looked strikingly familiar.

"Haven't we been keeping tabs on them?" Clint asked.

"We have." You worked quickly and pulled up a case file SHIELD had been watching carefully. They matched, the lab's company specialized in fusing technology into human anatomy, in the most illegal ways, sketchy black market stuff.

With a few more buttons pressed, you pulled up the live security cameras of the laboratory. There was a black van parked outside. It hit everyone.

"HYDRA." Steve breathed, and everyone knew it was important to leave to France as soon as possible.

"So who's going, Cap?" You asked, and soon everyone was looking at him with anticipation.

He didn't even need to think, he knew who he wanted. "Nat, Clint, Sam, you're with me on this one."

Those selected celebrated, there hadn't been a decent mission in a while. While those who weren't going, meaning you and Bucky, pouted.

"HA!" Sam jabbed a finger in Bucky's face. "You're not going!"

"Don't care!" Bucky shot back, pretending like it was true. It was a lie.

~~~

With some of the Avengers gone on a mission the tower was a little more quiet, probably because it was still early or because Sam and Bucky were separated. Both were very likely. With everyone else asleep, you and Bucky were the only ones up. After the others went on the mission, you decided to look through some more case files to see if you could find anything that could help down the road.

While sitting in the lounge and listening to some music, you tried to stay focused. You tried to stay awake while simultaneously trying to stay warm from the cold weather outside. It was beautiful and sunny, but it was freezing non the less. Snuggling under a blanket had proven to be a solution to only one of your problems, you were growing drowsy again. If only you had got that extra espresso shot.

Speaking of that espresso shot...

"Hey (Y/N)!"

Jumping from the sudden voice, you looked over and saw Bucky enter the lounge. The couch dipped down as he sat beside you, and he seemed to be full of energy.

"Whatcha working on?"

"Someone's cheerful this morning." You sat up and tilted your head as you spoke.

"I think it was the coffee you gave me." He chuckled.

"Yeah about that..." You started shyly, "I accidentally gave you the one with the extra espresso shot..."

It clicked in his head, "Well that explains it, I guess I couldn't taste it from how sweet it was-" He caught himself, "not that it wasn't good. I liked it. I appreciated it, thanks (Y/N)."

Regardless of his growing awkwardness, which you wanted to explode from because he was too cute, he was speaking a mile a minute.

"You alright, Buck?" You asked, "A little hyper."

"Maybe Sam was right...no more coffee for me." He admitted to himself, looking a bit sad. He must have liked the pumpkin spice latte while it lasted.

”Maybe you need to burn it off.” You suggested.

”Tried to during training, not working, still buzzed.”

“Maybe try going outside, go for a run maybe.”

He gave it a thought, then turned to you with something in his eyes. "What do you say we go for a walk? It's pretty nice outside." Bucky smiled at you.

Forget how cold it was today, going outside to hang out with Bucky was worth it.

"Sure!" You said, maybe sounding a little to enthusiastic.

”Alright, can we go now? If that’s alright?” He said shyly, practically bouncing in his seat.

”Yeah sure, no problem.” You both got up off the couch.

”Okay dress warm, meet you back here.” Bucky dashed off to get his coat. You laughed at how energized he was, and assumed this would be like taking a dog on a walk (or more like a dog taking you on a walk).

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punkpoemprose · 4 years ago

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December 5th- Livestream

Universe: 2010′s AU Streamer! Anna AU Rating: Teen (maybe I’ll do a smutty followup at some point!) Length: 4368 Words

A/N: Sorry this is a little late. I didn’t have wifi for most of the day so I spent it doing other Christmas things instead of writing.

“So you’ve really never played a videogame before?” She asked, “Like you didn’t play Pokémon or Mario as a kid?”

She was sitting, cross-legged, atop one of the four washers in the apartment complex’s laundry room, snacking on Nacho Doritos and undoubtedly making a mess in a room meant for cleaning things. Across from her, pulling clothes from the drier was her neighbor Kristoff. She wouldn’t admit it to anyone except for maybe her sister, but she’d been intentionally doing her laundry on the same schedule he did his, He wasn’t usually the social sort from what Anna could tell, but she found him very attractive and relished the weekly opportunity to get to know him better. Also, secondarily, but no less importantly, it gave her the opportunity to stare at his very tones ass as he bent over to remove his clothes from the dryer. That he always wore basketball shorts on laundry day was proof enough to her that God was real and she or he wanted Anna to thrive. Or to be tested for her strength of will. Perhaps both.

“Not really,” he admitted with a shrug, “I grew up mostly playing hockey. One of the ice rinks used to have a pinball machine, and I played that, bit it probably doesn’t count.”

Anna snorted and set down the bag of chips, shaking her head and wiping her fingers on her sweatpants. He was a totally unique guy, vastly different than the “pretty boys” she normally took an interest in. Her attraction to him ever growing since the day he moved in. That day, when she’d first noticed him, she’d been given the great pleasure of watching him lift heavy boxes through her window, and then through her peephole after he’d climbed the stairs.

“Did it have a screen or a ball?” She asked, more as a joke than anything given that she knew the obvious answer.

“Touché,” he replied.

She took one last good look at his rear as he straightened up, appearing to be satisfied that all his clothes were out of the dryer and into his green laundry basket. The smell of his dryer sheets wafted over to her from the open dryer as he shifted out of the space and she decided that she needed to up her laundry scent game. It was unfair that someone was allowed to be as attractive as he was and to also smell like lavender and citrus and all the good things on the Earth.

She noticed, probably a bit creepily if she was being honest with herself, that he wore boxer briefs. And since she’d first noticed it weeks before the image of him wearing them and nothing else had haunted her late-night thoughts like a sexy specter. As a result, it had provided her of the most perfect mental picture of what he might look like in her apartment, in her bedroom, undressed and giving her the eye. She bit her lip trying to rid herself of the thought, lest he glance over at her and see her giving him bedroom eyes, or worse, drooling all over herself. He probably didn’t even realize that he was weapons grade sexy, because that made him even more attractive in her books.

“Sometimes I play solitaire on my computer if I’m waiting fi something to load,” he offered in his own defense.

He was turning towards her now, proving her concerns correct. He rested his basket against his hip as he leaned back on the now empty dryer. His sheepish smile and tone told Anna that he knew that the defense was not particularly convincing in anyway, but that he needed to at least try.

“That’s just sad,” she teased, shaking her head as if she truly were severely disappointed in him instead of just joking around.

“Well not everyone plays videogames for a living Anna.”

It wasn’t an attack really, but more of a statement. When she’d started talking to him the words may have had more sting, but now, knowing him and his gruff but kindly manner, she took it for the joke and defense of his lack of experience that he meant it to be. If he had a flaw it was that he was a bit of a grump. He’d never been mean though, and she was already watching him soften more and more by the day.

“Well not everyone is a chef either Kristoff,” she replied, “It takes all types to make the world go round.”

“I’m a baker,” he corrected.

He rolled his eyes at her when she shrugged and gave him her best “po-tay-to, po-tot-o” look. The look and sigh of exasperation that this rewarded her made her laugh. There was little better than the playful exchanges she could have from him in just looks, and it was one of the many reasons why she enjoyed being around him. They didn’t know each other very well yet, but she still felt like he got her somehow.

“And also, just so you know, you sound like my mother.”

“She’s a wise woman.”

She of course knew that he was a baker, but she hadn’t really realized that he’d rather be called a baker than a chef. Either way, she was still hoping that maybe someday he’d show up at her door with dinner, or a cake or something, just so she could invite him in.

“That she is.”

A silence fell between them as he folded his things and while Anna swapped her own clothes out of the washer and into the dryer. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but rather a companionable one. That was of course, until they both seemed to come to the realization simultaneously that one of them would be leaving sooner or later.

“You can change it by the way,” Anna offered.

“My mother being wise?”

She almost laughed. She hadn’t met his mother, but she doubted that with a son like him she had the power to change anything about her. If anything, she might ask her for some wisdom of her own.

“Oh gosh, no. All mothers, or at least all the ones I’ve met, have been wise. No, I meant the ‘never played a videogame’ thing.”

He shrugged at first, but then gave her a look betraying a greater level of interest. She wasn’t sure whether he was going to say yes or no, and there was a long pause as he thought about it.

It would be fun, she thought, to play with him. Maybe, if he’d let her, she’d stream it too. Videos of experienced players teaching others always had high entertainment and replay value. It would be good for her brand, but mostly she just wanted an excuse to invite him to her apartment. She’d been wanting for a while to see him somewhere other than in stairwells and the laundry room.

“What do you play?” He asked finally, seeking out more information.

She wasn’t sure he was quite ready for the long list of games she’d streamed before, let alone the even longer one of games she’d played just for fun. She decided it was best to give him the highlights of the CliffsNotes.

“I play a little bit of everything. I’m competitive in Overwatch and League of Legends, but I’m not really like… going to in person tournaments of anything. I just get invited to a few online cups here and there. Mostly I just play for my audience rather than thinking about joining a league or anything.”

He looked at her like she had three heads that each of them was speaking a different language. She’d gotten too deep too fast she supposed.

“I just mean that those ate the games I play against people seriously in. I play other games for fun and for people to watch how they’re played.”

He nodded, and while she could still see confusion in his eyes, he was making a solid effort to understand. She did notice that he was giving her a sort of amused smile, like he was enjoying the conversation despite not really knowing what it was she was talking about.

“Can you put that into different terms? I get that it’s competitive, but are you playing for money or points or?”

“Sometimes a cup will have a cash prize, but mostly I earn money from people watching my streams on Twitch and then the replays and the play throughs of games I post on YouTube.”

They’d talked before a bit about what they each did for a living. She’d been trying to figure out how to ask him what bakery he worked at so she could drop by sometime but hadn’t quite figured out how to be subtle about it yet. He knew that she was a streamer, and while it was a difficult career to try to explain to someone, he’d made the effort to understand as she offered him more and more details each time. He hadn’t asked for her username of anything, which was always equal parts disappointing and unsurprising. She didn’t really want him to watch her videos per say, but she also wanted to be able to imagine that he was tuned into her streams when she was doing them. She just wanted to be able to pretend for a little while that he was interested in her enough that he’d want to watch.

“Uh, I don’t know where this falls exactly, but my sister’s kids play Minecraft. Do you play it? They talk about it, but I don’t really know what it’s all about.”

“I could show you,” she replied, feeling a bit bold, “We don’t even have to stream it if you don’t want.”

He stopped to think again, and Anna was careful not to let her eyes wander too far down his body as she took the time to take in the muscle of his arms, the way his black t-shirt strained over the expanse of his chest. Whatever it took to be a baker, she decided, must be one hell of an upper body workout. His rear, she’d already decided, was surely hockey related. He’d never said so directly, but she was fairly sure he still played, and on occasion she’d see him carrying a large duffle up and down the stairs.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind. Could my niece and nephew watch?”

She grinned. It was a date.

They’d settled n the weekend, not too early, not too late. She’d insisted on calling his sister to let her know personally that the kids could watch them play from home. When her sister had called him to let him know about the call, she’d told him how nice Anna had been over the phone and how she’d even given her instructions on how to keep chat closed for the kids’ viewing so that if anyone typed something profane they wouldn’t have to see it. Generally, Anna set up the whole evening and his one and only job was “show up and have fun”.

He’d been a little uncomfortable with the idea even after agreeing to it. He didn’t really know how to act around her, let alone on camera. The fact of the matter was that he was an introvert and Anna was the opposite. She was warm and gregarious, and she was, at least to his yes, radiantly beautiful.

When she’d offered to teach him to play a game, to bring him into her world, into her home, he hadn’t been able to say no.

For months, since he moved in and they started sharing their laundry room conversations, he’d been trying to find a way to get to know her better. All he’d wanted was an excuse to take more time, because when he was with her, he felt happier than he could ever remember being with anyone other than his family or his friend Sven.

He was sure Sven would be tuning in to see whether he made an epic fool of himself. The whole viewing world, or at least all her viewers, would be watching him bumble about, but it was worth it because it would make Anna smile. And he supposed also that it was a plus that he’d be able to play a game with his niece and nephew the next time he saw them, but mostly it was for Anna.

He took a deep breath before knocking on the apartment door. He’d wanted to bring her flowers or something as a thank you for teaching him how to play, but Sven had put the kibosh on it when he’d brought it up, insisting that it would make it seem like a date and that he needed to “play it cool” until “the real date�� that he was somehow sure there would be.

“One sec guys, I think that’s him!”

He heard the patting of bare feet moving quickly across the hardwood floor. When the door swung open with a creak, he was met with a grinning Anna and a warm rush of air into their always too cold hallway.

The breeze carried on it the smell from her apartment, which hit him more directly than the heat. It smelled like the holiday collection at bath and body works had an illicit affair with the food scented and musk Yankee candles producing a lovechild that reminded him of what the bakery might smell like if it was in the middle of a garden. It was all sugar and spice, chocolates and floral.

It was like her, and as he saw the bright décor evident even in her entryway, he couldn’t help but smile. It was no surprise that she’d want to be in a place as bright and fun as she was.

“Hey,” she said excitedly, reaching up to click something on the headset she wore, and then reached for his hand, “I’m so glad you could make it! Your niece and nephew are viewing with everyone else. They’re extremely excited for their Uncle Kris to learn a videogame.”

He felt her fingers card through his as she lead him through the door and into the apartment. She was talking and while he was trying to listen, he was distracted by the fact that somewhere in his head, something was screaming over the fact that she was holding his hand, and that he was in her apartment and that this was all happening.

“Okay?”

“Huh?”

She was looking at him and he forced himself to focus on that, the way she was giving him an understanding smile, preparing to repeat what she’d said while he was busy spacing out.

“We’re going to just do an hour unless you decide you want to go longer. We’re going to play on my PC instead of console today. There’s going to be another monitor next to you with my livechat running but you don’t have to interact with chat if you don’t want to. I’m going to just give you a spare headset for audio, okay?”

He wasn’t really sure that he was okay. He was feeling spaced out and wasn’t really sure whether or not he was going to regret this whole thing, but then she squeezed his hand gently and he decided that it was all alright.

“Yeah, thanks for doing this. I’ve been meaning to…” Spend time with you? Ask you out? Watch your streams like a creep because I want to pretend you’re talking to me?, “learn to play something, you know… for the kids. They’re going to think you’re the best after this.”

She smiled and squeezed his hand again, this time holding it tight for a little longer before letting it go entirely, like she didn’t really want to let go.

“I’m glad you’re letting me. I’m really glad you came tonight.”

He took a deep breath, trying not to read into it as she led him over to her streaming setup. There were two chairs set up in front of a webcam with a bunch of screens around them. The main screen had “Standby” written on it next to a cartoon of Anna wearing a headset and drinking a hot cup of tea. The little icon was kicking one foot back and forth under a cartoon version of her computer chair and the cup was billowing steam. It was cute to say the least, and she must have agreed because she walked over, got into her chair and “booped” the nose of the drawing before beckoning him to sit next to her.

“Ready to go?” she asked brightly, handing him a bright green headset that had been sitting next to the main computer’s mouse and keyboard.

He took it and put it on, deciding that this was, in fact, going to be alright after all.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

She smiled and he felt her hand go to his again, giving it a squeeze where it rested on his lap before she pressed a button on his headset, then one on hers, and then clicked a few things with her mouse, bringing them on the stream, live, before an audience of a few hundred people.

***

“Hello and happy Saturday!” Anna announced warmly, trying to focus on working even though Kristoff was right there at her side, relaxed and smiling at her more than he was at the camera, “As you guys requested Kristoff, my neighbor is back for the fifth consecutive weekend to learn a new game.”

She tried not to roll her eyes when she noticed the amount of comments in chat that were, to say the least, thirsty. Anna had noticed that since having Kristoff on her stream for the first time, a fair amount of her female audience had been staying on stream for longer than they normally would. Normally she wouldn’t complain, but there was something about them thirsting over Kristoff that made her want to get her mod to kick them from chat.

It would be bad for business, but every time she saw Kristoff’s eyes wander over to chat and saw him flush from the attention, she wanted to take him into the other room and give him the proper attention he deserved. She’d gotten close to kissing him after the last stream he’d joined her for, and then again, the morning after when he’d brought her coffee and a beautifully glazed apple turnover from the bakery he owned just down the block.

She’d thought, weeks back when they’d done their first stream together, that she couldn’t possibly be more interested in him than she already was. But then he’d been funny and kind and an eager learner in her stream, and then she’d received thank you flowers days later, and he’d agreed, while they did their laundry to do another stream. And she’d fallen in love with him in just a few weeks, she’d fallen in love with the way he was thankful even when she was the one who needed to thank him. She’d fallen in love with the way he offered to come back again and again and again because it had been good for her work, and the way he’d invited her to see his bakery because it was only fair to share as much of himself with her as she had with him. She fell in love with the way he could be quiet, but that his gestures and facial expressions could speak volumes, and she fell in love a little more each day.

“Due to popular demand,” he said, taking a moment to look over at her for confirmation as he’d become more comfortable talking on stream, but preferred to address her more than he did the camera, “I’m going to be playing a dating sim.”

There was a subset of her viewers who, instead of thirsting after Kristoff, had been dead set on getting them together. There were also those who assumed that they were, in fact, together, but the viewers she was enjoying most were the ones who actively attempted to get them to talk about their “chemistry” and “tension” on stream. They were lead by a user named SvenjaminButton and Anna decided that if she and Kristoff ever did get together, she was going to track him down and buy him dinner, because he rallied the troops in a spectacular way, getting people to request more Kristoff on the stream and giving Anna the excuse to see him.

The dating sim had also been his idea.

She loaded it up and laughed at the bad graphics, it was one of those one dollar steam games that someone just threw together from preexisting code and some drawings. She wasn’t expecting much from it, but Kristoff was playing along like a champ, and she was looking forward to talking to him after the stream ended about how silly it was.

His skills with games were improving over time, and this point and click was surely not going to cause him any challenge, but still she appreciated that his initial response to the game launching was to move closer to her, putting her into his space should he need any assistance. She liked to think that maybe he just wanted to be in her space anyway.

“I hope you find true love,” she teased, the stream already going wild.

“I think I already have.”

***

Kristoff was still kicking himself for what he’d said at the start of Anna’s stream as they were logging off. He was pretty sure that she thought he was just playing up a joke when he’d said the bit about already having found true love, but truthfully he wasn’t, and he felt adrift. He’d fallen for her, and he’d fallen hard. She was just so fun to be around, and she instantly had changed his perspective on games from being a waste of time to being something actively enjoyable. Half the fun was, of course, just being with her.

“Thank you so much,” she said when the stream ended, leaning back in her chair and practically tipping her head onto his shoulder as she did so, “You’ve really been so wonderful with all of this. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough for all the time you’ve been putting in.”

He smiled, happy that he’d been helpful to her, that she’d been happy to spend the time with him.

“You don’t have to thank me Anna. I’ve been enjoying myself. But… if I could maybe ask you something?”

This was the night. It had been Sven’s suggestion, and he still wasn’t sure of how he felt about it. He wasn’t exactly the kind of guy who made moves, but he’d never really had a cause to do so before. He could be bold in business, in work, in life, but in love? It was new for him.

“Of course Kristoff,” Anna replied, leaning her face towards his as she leaned back, bringing her face so close to his that all he would have to do was move a few inches to kiss her. That, he thought, was going to far, even if he desperately wanted to do so.

“Would you be interested in going out to dinner? Anytime you want, I know you’re busy, but I’d really like to take you out.”

She gave him a look of surprise and immediately he wondered if he’d just ruined everything.

He could feel the heat rising to his face, feeling like he’s just picked the wrong answer in the dating sim they’d been playing. He could practically see the little heartbreak icon popping up over her head, but then, he watched as she too flushed.

“Like… like on a date?”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He raked a hand through his hair, trying to focus on something other than how close her lips were to his and how incredibly wrong this could all go in almost no time at all.

“Yes. Unless you’d prefer not, because I like being your friend and I don’t want to ruin that if you’re not interest…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, because Anna’s lips were on his and she was kissing him. Then as he leaned forward, he was kissing her and reaching out to bring her closer. He couldn’t catch his breath before she was climbing out of her chair and onto his, her thighs moving to the sides of his as she straddled him on the chair and kissed him until he was breathless.

His hands didn’t know where to go, but after a moment of them simply hovering, he let one wander along her sides, feeling her waist and her hip while the other brushed against her hair and rested against the back of her head.

She pressed herself into him and he held her close as they kissed harder and faster, lips becoming kiss swollen and wet as they explored together. He hadn’t ever really kissed anyone like he was kissing Anna, so he focused on the pleased sounds she made when he pulled her closer and kissed her harder.

“Can I take this as a yes?” he managed, when they broke for a moment to take a breath.

She was resting her head on his chest, her eyes, when they met his, were dark and pleased. She must have enjoyed the kiss as he had, and he was glad for it. What he’d started to say was true. He’d be happy to have her as a friend if that was all she wanted.

He felt like the luckiest man on earth that she’d wanted more.

“Tonight,” she said, “Take me for dinner tonight because I’ve been wanting this for months now. I don’t think I can wait.”

His heart raced as he thought about Anna, for months, wanting him as she did now.

“I don’t think I can either,” he admitted, letting his fingers card through her hair as he held her tight.

He didn’t know where he was going to take her yet, but he knew that wherever they went, the food would taste sweeter than it ever had before.

#kristannaadvent2020 #kristanna #frozen fanfiction #streamer! Anna #2010s AU #streamer AU

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one-more-offbeat-anthem · 4 years ago

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guess who wrote snowbaz fanfic for the first time??? me, and just in time for the holidays! this is a lil one-shot I wrote for @snowybank as part of the carry on server’s secret snowflake : ) I hope you like this and have a happy holiday season! <3

(I was going to save this til tomorrow since I already posted a gift exchange fic today for destiel secret santa but I got IMPATIENT so here it is!)

pour l’amour du chocolat chaud (French for “for the love of hot chocolate”)

Un flambeau, Jeanette Isabelle -- Un flambeau! Courons au berceau! C'est Jésus, bonnes gens du hameau. Le Christ est né; Marie appelle! Ah! Ah! Que la Mère est belle, Ah! Ah! Que l'Enfant est beau!

“Baz, turn that off.”

I elected to ignore Simon--Bring a Torch, Jeanette Isabella was a classic Christmas carol. I told him so.

“Yeah, if you’re a bloody Frenchman.”

“Something wrong?” I arched an eyebrow. “You’ve been a little short recently.”

“Hm, I wonder why.” Simon went back to the book he was reading--although I noticed that his eyes weren’t actually moving.

“The coffeeshop again?”

“Yes!” Simon shut his book and slammed it down so hard on his and Penny’s coffee table that he might as well have thrown it. “People are so--so rude.”

“So, just like you?”

“Baz.”

“Sorry, sorry, keep going.”

Simon ran a hand through his hair (he needed a haircut--not that I minded the extra fwip of curls on top. It was fun to run my own hands through, and sometimes curly strands would fall over Simon’s face and Simon would let out a big breath to blow them away) and frowned. “They don’t say ‘please.’ If I ask them if they want whipped cream, it’s like I’m a major inconvenience. And don’t get me started on accidentally saying someone’s name wrong.”

“Those are normal problems.”

“It’s the holiday rush! We get ten times more people, so ten times as many bloody--” Simon started in on a string of unrepeatable words, and I stopped him with a hand to his shoulder.

“Deep breath.”

“Right.” Simon leaned into my space, resting his head on my chest, “It’s just exhausting. But what do I have to complain about? You’ve got so much work to do at uni, and Penny is off doing great things…”

I swallowed uncomfortably. “Why don’t I make us some tea?”

“Right,” Simon said, his voice short, “That’d be nice.”

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Things didn’t get much better. Simon told me that he “used up all his cheer” on the customers. I found that doubtful--I had vivid memories of our time at Watford and Snow stuffing his face any moment he could during the holidays. He never went home--well, except for that one time last year that he came to my house and dripped all over the carpet.

(And we snogged. But that was less related to Christmas and more related to, well...)

I half-expected him and Penny to be baking scones and gingerbread every time I came to their flat (so...every day, unless Simon came to see me, but he thought my flat was “too posh”), but usually she was out, or video chatting with Micah, and Simon was grumping around on the couch.

“Simon,” I said one afternoon after a couple of weeks of this, “My exams are over. You want to go out?”

Simon shrugged and slumped further into the couch.

“Simon, love,” I softened my tone and sank onto the couch next to him, “If you hate this job so much, why don’t you quit?”

“Because,” he exploded, “I need a job! I need the money! I’m not rich, I’ve got no family to support me, and it’s what I--”

“If you say letting people treat you like crap is what you deserve,” I said, “I will spell your mouth shut.”

Simon slumped back again, all of the fight drained out of him nearly as fast as it had come. “I just feel...useless.”

“You’ve always been useless.”

Simon glared at me.

“Sorry, let me try that again.” I tugged on his hand until he let me interlace my fingers with his. “You’re not useless. Mostly.”

“You can be a right git sometimes, you know that?”

“Yes,” I said shamelessly, “I’m aware.”

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I didn’t tell Simon, because it might ruin my reputation as his number-one antagonist, but I had been thinking of ways that I could potentially cheer him up. It was Christmas, after all, and our first one as terrible boyfriends, so I wanted to do it right.

(Well, we had started dating last Christmas, so there was also our anniversary to contend with, but Simon was the sort of person who only got sappy if it was particularly late at night, and I was only sappy in life-or-death situations.)

Bunce was, of course, eager to help, which was irritating but great, because she was much more willing to “think big” than I was. By the time the day for our surprise rolled around, she was nearly vibrating with excitement.

“He’s going to know something’s up immediately if you keep bouncing around like that,” I admonished.

“What makes you think he doesn’t know something’s up already?”

“Because it’s Snow. You of all people should know how dense he is.”

“Right.” Penny rolled her eyes. We’d gotten to be better friends (something about defeating the Mage together and me saving her life via an incredibly sappy spell and now me dating her best friend), but Penny still thought I took the mickey out on Simon a bit too much.

As soon as Simon got home from work, in his usual spectacularly terrible mood, Penny grabbed his arm and dragged him into the kitchen, where I was sitting at a bar stool, drinking tea.

“Baz has something to tell you,” she burst out, earning a glare from me.

“I guess I do now,” I said. “We’re going out tonight.”

“Like, all of us?” Simon asked.

“Like you-me us,” I said, gesturing, “Get your coat. I have a surprise for you.”

Simon frowned but did as I asked, following me out the door and down the stairs of his complex. As we walked towards the Tube station he stopped short.

“What, Snow?” I asked.

“Where are we going?”

“Don’t you understand the meaning of the word surprise?” I grabbed his hand, interlacing our fingers so he couldn’t get away from me. “Trust me, love, this will be fun. Certainly more fun than whatever you did at work today.”

“Oh, don’t even get me started on--”

“I won’t.”

Simon raised an eyebrow at me, but then allowed me to pull him towards the Tube station.

“Where are we getting off?” he asked, once we were seated. The train was surprisingly not that crowded for this time of the year, and I crossed my fingers that the ice skating rink wouldn’t be, either. Bunce had helped me buy tickets online, but I felt like it would be a less romantic date if it was crowded.

Not that Snow knew we were going on a date.

“Piccadilly Circus. Stop asking so many questions.” I squeezed his hand.

“Are you taking me to the Circus to kill me?” Simon asked. “I know we snog now and everything, but I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“You wound me, Snow. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it months ago, after we were no longer roommates. In fact, I would have done it as soon as we were no longer roommates.”

“Comforting.”

“It should be.” I squeezed his hand again, to reassure him or myself, I wasn’t sure. “You’re going to like what we’re doing, though.”

“Hm.” But Simon didn’t ask anymore questions.

Piccadilly Circus was beautiful this time of year, in the way that only Christmas lights and fluorescent advertisements and the cacophony of the crowds could make it. Simon kept hold of my hand, and glancing over at his face was almost spiritual, if I believed in that sort of thing--he was glowing in the lights.

“We’re going ice skating,” I finally revealed, “Penny said you would like it.”

“I would.” Simon was grinning at me, and he squeezed my hand once, twice. “As long as we get hot chocolate afterwards.”

“You drive a hard bargain. But yes, we can.” And then, without hesitation, even though we were in public, I pressed a kiss to his temple, because I had managed to make Simon smile.

A merry Christmas, indeed.

#snowbaz #simon snow #carry on #baz pitch #christmas #offbeatwrites

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snortyport · 5 years ago

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Trapped- JJK Chapter 1

Summary- A regular morning commute gets interrupted with tragedy

Rating- PG

Word count- 1274

Pairing- Jungkook x reader

Warnings- none

A/N- This is the first fic I’m posting on here. I’m super nervous about it so I hope you like it! Please don’t be too harsh if it sucks lol.

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Your head bounces against the school bus window as it travels down the old, windy dirt road. You quickly straighten up, rubbing the side of your head. Why is that such a popular thing to do in movies and music videos? It really hurts.

The bus was quiet, which you liked. Early morning bus duty was the worst in your opinion but as a second-year teacher you didn’t feel comfortable complaining about doing it. So here you were at 7:48 am, trying to stay awake, wishing you hadn’t slept in and missed your morning coffee. It was either brush your teeth or make coffee and right now you weren’t sure if you made the right choice.

You got on the bus right at 7, picked up the nine students from the surrounding areas of the little town you moved to, and were currently going to pick up the last two kids from the farthest house. When you graduated from university you had hoped to find a school near your hometown to stay near your family and friends or another city but as luck would have it there were no openings. Nor were there any offers close to your home either. No, the only place that had contacted you for an interview was this tiny little town of 800 people and hundreds of kilometers away from the next town. And there was no way you were going to pass up a job even if it is thousands of kilometers away from your home.

You couldn’t really complain though. It was a cute and charming little town. One where the main road is littered with old timey lamp posts. The side walks are cobblestones and the store fronts haven’t been updated since they were built. It looks like you’ve stepped into a time machine and gone back about a hundred years.

You were worried about being an outsider and having no one treat you nicely here. You’ve read enough books and watched enough horror movies to know that an outsider is never welcome. But you were pleasantly surprised. They welcomed you with open arms, inviting you to house parties and the such. During holidays someone always has extra room at their dinner table for you. When the town has celebrations in the town square you’ve always had people inviting you along. You feel like part of their community and you couldn’t be happier.

The bus comes to a stop and the driver, Tom, opens the door. Jeannie, a tiny kindergartener in the cutest pigtails, climbs up the big steps, almost falling over because of her oversized backpack. Her older brother, Jamie, a third grader, steadies her as he follows her up.

“Morning, Tom,” Jeannie greets sweetly. Tom grunts in response. “Morning, Miss YLN,” her voice twinkles as she walks by your seat.

“Good morning Jeannie, good morning Jamie,” you smile and nod as they each pass you. They both find their seats, three rows behind you, and the bus starts moving again. Tom turns the bus around using Jeannie and Jamie’s driveway.

“I don’t know how you drive this thing Tom, I really don’t,” you tell him. He grunts back at you. Tom has been like this since the first time you met him two years ago. He’s a big, tall man with a beard down to his chest, tattoos displayed up his arms and down to his fingers. He’s apparently been driving the school bus for forty years. You’ve always wondered if he was always this grumpy or if dealing with children for so long has turned him into the mean, old grump he is. Getting a chuckle out of him at last years Christmas party was a huge accomplishment you didn’t know you wanted. It was probably the alcohol.

Now that you’re on the way back to school you turn in your seat the check on everyone and make sure you didn’t miss count. There’s Jeannie and Jamie three seats behind you, Jeannie is quietly talking her brothers ear off. Tanner, another grade three student and Jamie’s best friend, sits on the opposite seat across the aisle, joining in on the siblings conversation. You like these kids but you much prefer teaching the high school kids.

Lilly and Marissa, two eighth graders, sit together two seats behind them, giggling at Marissa’s phone. They’re sweet girls. Makes you miss your best friend.

Noah, an eleventh grader, sits by himself, silently looking out the window as you drive along, seemingly in a trance. Not a morning person either I guess. He’s a good kid, you wish the other kids wouldn’t pick on him.

Your eyes drift past Noah to the back of the bus where the last five students occupy the last four seats. Hayley and Will sit together in the corner seat, heads bent close together. Are they together again? They’re constantly on and off. She’s a smart girl and can definitely do better. While Will is the macho, jockey jock who if you’re not in his group, you’re treated like trash. He’s 6’4”, bulky, and intimidating as hell. He easily towers over everyone at school. He scares you a little even though you’re the teacher.

The last three boys sit in the other three seats, throwing things at each other. Maybe this is why Tom is so grumpy. Kyle, Graham, and Adam, Will’s beefy lackeys. You’re not supposed to hate any of your students but they make it very hard not to. You see how they manipulate the younger kids to do their dirty work. They also torment anyone who stands up to them. You hated kids like this in high school and you hate them even more now that you’re an adult.

You turn back around in your seat, turning all the way around to fully face the window, as the bus idly makes it way down the gravel road. As much as you don’t like mornings this part of the drive always relaxes you. The morning rays shine between the tree tops, and the world is still quiet.

You wish you had been paying more attention because if you did you would have noticed Tom slump forward on the steering wheel. You could have braced yourself, told the kids to prepare for a crash. That means you don’t notice the bus getting faster or the curve in the road and that the bus is heading straight for the cluster of small trees on the other side.

The bus hits quick, sending you flying into the seat ahead of you. Your head hits the metal handrail making everything go fuzzy. The sound of screeching metal echoes throughout the bus, mingling with screams of terror from the kids behind you. The front corner of the bus knocks into a big spruce tree, swinging the back of the bus around. The bus ping pongs against two more sturdy spruces. The momentum from the back and forth causes it to tip over onto it’s side where it continues to slide until it makes its last crash against a tall pine tree.

You have never felt more weightless and fragile as you do now. When the bus tipped you were flung into the seat on the opposite side and down onto the window. Your entire body aches, your vision is blurry, and your ears are ringing. You notice that even though there is so much ringing in your ears, its quiet in the bus.

You lay there, breaths coming out in fast, heavy puffs, for what feels like hours with no screams, no crying, nothing. Your heart stops. Please let everyone ok. Please let anyone be ok.

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I hope you guys liked it! Thank you for reading!! This is a Jungkook fic but he won’t show up for a few chapters so bare with me!

#bts #bts imagine #bts jungkook #bts jk #jungkook

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hermajestykaje · 4 years ago

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Prologue

Julie Ann Sarif sat in the chilly examination room, one bare foot dangled above the freezing tiles, the other sat flat on the pullout stand. She wore one of the ugly paper dresses but she felt naked. Dr. Morgan had excused himself to take a call, but before she left, she had told Julie Ann that her blood pressure was high and had kindly asked why. This was why Julie Ann felt naked; always a private person, sixty seconds with a cuff around her upper arm had revealed that Julie Ann had had one hell of a year!

As she watched her dangling foot bounce, she realized she did not have to say anything at all. Dr. Morgan was her doctor, not her therapist or her friend, but Julie Ann was so desperate to unload everything on somebody anybody. Maybe that was why when the doctor returned a simple, “Now where were we?” Turned into an hour in that room that stank of disinfectants, with tears running down her face and the other woman hugging her awkwardly.

When Julie Ann left, she felt a lot better, but that did not stop Dr. Morgan from giving her a prescription for a half-dose of blood pressure medicine. Julie Ann was fifty-one years old and had never had blood pressure issues; then again, she had had one hell of a year!

Christmas was the prologue to the Hell Year.

“Nah, this doesn’t feel right.” Julie Ann had said to her husband Ahsan that morning.

“What?” He asked, she covered his mouth with her hand when she saw his lips begin to form the words you worry too much. He was right, Julie Ann always worried, but there was always a reason to worry. Ahsan was in the military, as soon as she got comfortable they would have to move, Julie Ann felt like they had dragged their poor children all over the damn world and back again. They had been in Florida for a long while, Julie Ann had started to get comfortable, she had started working at a bank again and could feel the promotion to manager coming when Ahsan walked into the kitchen and announced that he would be moving back to West Virginia. For a brief second Julie Ann had considered beating her husband to death with a skillet. He had promised that this would be his last assignment.

“I want to retire at home, Ma and Pops are old, I want to be near them.”

Once again her eyes fell on the skillet, maybe she wouldn’t kill him but bringing the pan upside his head would make her feel a hell of a lot better. “You want to move me from sunny Florida, to Wasteland Virginia int the middle of Winter? On top of all that you want me to be with crazy Miya?”

“Come on JuJu.”

“Don’t you JuJu me you son of a bitch!” She snapped and stormed past him, skillet still in hand. Ahsan was six feet, six inches and nearly three hundred pounds of pure muscle, she would have to jump to reach his bald ass head and he would easily avoid the blow.

“JuJu…”

“No Ahsan, you said this would be your last assignment. You said once the kids were grown you’d retire and we could finally start taking those vacations. You said Florida was cool, especially after Daddy died, you know how I feel about Momma being by herself. You always promise me things.” She gasped, “You’re selfish!”

“I am not selfish.”

“Yes, yes you are.” She rounded on him, “Stop following me.”

Ahsan took two steps back, hands up, eyes on the skillet. He had tried her once or twice before.

“It’s not the middle of Winter.” He muttered weakly.

Julie Ann flung the skillet at him, and he had the nerve to catch it! She spun on her heels and stomped upstairs, “Mind your damn business.” She shouted at their eldest, Nia on her way to their bedroom.

Her children and their alliance with their father was another source of irritation. Ahsan could do no wrong in their eyes.

Julie Ann sat on the bed and pouted. It would be nearly a week before she would speak to Ahsan again, and another week before he was allowed back inside their bedroom. He had spent time in the living room and in the nursery with their grandson. Julie Ann had told him to go to West Virginia by his damn self, yet when the time finally came for him to leave, she followed.

Looking back, Julie Ann had to admit that things were not as bad as she thought they would be, in fact, they were not even close to the way she imagined it. Ahsan did not have to live on base, and they got the gorgeous three-bedroom home in Magnolia Park, with the stuck-up neighbors and the pool in the back.

“Oh, your boyfriend’s here.” Julie Ann had said when they were moving in and Silas Johnson swung into their driveway. “Is he why we moved back here?”

“Stop.” Ahsan grumped and kissed the top of her head. The pair had been childhood best friends and Julie Ann hated Silas since the day she met him. There was something about him, he was cocky and every time Ahsan got into serious trouble, Silas was right there by his side. Not to mention Silas was a whore!

“Goddamnit, Ahsan.” She huffed when the passenger door opened and Silas’ new wife Grace. climbed out.

“Please be nice.” He begged.

Julie Ann was nice, and to her surprise she found that she actually liked Grace. The woman was the same age as they were but looked so much younger, she was tall and shapely; a dancer’s body! Grace was quick to smile and was an all-around pleasant person. Pity. Julie Ann had hated this woman for years without actually knowing her. When Julie Ann met Ahsan, Silas was already married to his first wife Esther. The two were close friends and most of their children were the same age. Silas’ daughter Sonja was two years older than Nia; his second daughter Amore was two months older than their second daughter Rayne, and their son Amir was two hours older than Silas and Esther’s daughter Zion.

Poor Esther had struggled during her last pregnancy, she had finally found out about Silas’s whoring ways and the stress had drained her. Silas had a daughter who was a few months older than Zion, but by the time the girl was born Silas had already moved on to Grace.

It was through Grace that Julie Ann joined Mamas & Mimosas, a small women’s club for mothers. She made new friends who helped with her transition. Julie Ann also started her home-based craft business and with the help of the Mamas, the business took off online and grew to something lucrative very quickly.

Julie Ann also stressed often about Rayne because of her crazy boyfriend…also named Rayne. She lost sleep over that relationship. “He’s going to kill her,” was what Julie Ann lamented a lot. She knew she was driving Nia crazy always calling and asking if she heard from her sister. On the other hand, “Amir is going to kill him.” He son was as big and buff as his father, it took a lot to make Amir mad, the boy was some kind of saint—but at the same time Amir had a temper and once triggered he became a beast.

“Rayne is grown.” Ahsan would remind her, but she had heard him threaten to kill boy-Rayne on more than one occasion.

That situation resolved itself when one morning, Ahsan opened the door on his way out to work only to find Rayne standing there with a suitcase. “Yeah, I nearly killed Rayne.” She announced and strutted into the house like she owned the place. “What’s for breakfast Ma?”

Ahsan was on her heels, “What happened? Did he hurt you?”

“That nigga cheated on me—again, and had the nerve to swing on me when I confronted him about it. I defended myself with a rolling pin. Anyways, I’ve got court in January.”

“Your sister and brother already know about this don’t they?” Julie Ann questioned.

“Amir posted my bail and Nia drove me to the airport.”

Julie Ann and Ahsan exchanged a look, their children always screamed that they wished each other was not born but would protect each other feverishly.

Rayne had always been the most daring of their children, so she often found herself in sticky situations. She was also the most hot-headed and provoking so she usually started fights with her siblings. She was closer to Amir than she was to Nia, although the pair were always at each other’s throats. Nia was the most stable of the children, she married her high school sweetheart Timothy and the pair had a son, TJ, together. Amir was a chaotic neutral, he was the most affectionate and shared a close relationship the entire family. He was the one who convinced Julie Ann to move with Ahsan. “I’m in this weird traditional phase with work, so I still have to go up to Louisiana all the time. I’ll keep an eye on Gran’Mere for you Honey.” Amir never called Julie Ann Mommy, or Ma, or Momma because Ahsan always called her honey, so somehow, he thought that is what he was supposed to call her.

Nia, Tim and TJ came up the week before Christmas, Amir was not sure if he would be able to make it since the Coast Guard had finally transferred him fully to Florida and people tended to be idiots during the holidays. When the front door flew open and Rayne strode in from her shift at the bar Christmas morning with her brother behind her, rather than feeling excitement, Julie Ann’s feeling of dread grew worse.

“Something’s going to happen to my baby.” Julie Ann told Ahsan when she caught him away from the children.

“Is this about the psychic thing?”

“You know my feelings are never wrong.” Ahsan did not believe in—as he puts it—mumbo-jumbo, but he had to admit that these strange inklings Julie Ann got were never wrong. She knew something was going to happen to his older brother, and not long after he ODed. She knew Nia was going to have a baby and a year to the day she told her, TJ was born.

“Let’s not focus on that. Let’s just try to enjoy the day with our family and friends, okay?”

“Yeah…”

All in all, it was a good day. Two year old TJ was his usual, dramatic self being the center of attention. He wanted to go swim in the pool since he did not understand that water froze in the Winter. He was usually attached to Tim or Amir’s legs and would rather play dominos with his Papa and the men than with the mountain of toy he received as gifts. There was an awkward moment when Esther passed by for some food and met Grace and the Mamas at the house. “We’ll get brunch on the weekend, okay?” Julie Ann said as a way of apology.

Silas disappeared for about an hour and the girls grilled Grace on where their father could have gone but she just smiled.

“Oh shit, that boy done brought his girl here?” Ahsan’s father Armand said.

Amir laughed, “Come on Pops, you remember Zion.”

Armand’s eyes bugged out of his head, “That’s Lil ZiZi? Got damn!”

“Stop.” Ahsan slapped his father on the arm and tried to swallow his laugh. The other girls swarmed their sister, there was a lot of giggling and squealing.

“Look at that fool.” Amir grumbled when Rayne pushed her way through the Johnson girls. When they were little and Rayne was mad at Amir, she always told him that she wished Zion was her sister instead of Amir being her brother and he would cry every single time.

Ahsan chuckled, “It’s so good to have my family all together in one place.”

Julie Ann felt his eyes on her.

Two days after Valentine’s Day, Ahsan came home early from work looking terrible and Julie Ann wondered if he was sick. He made her sit on the couch and took a seat beside her. “We’re going to Florida. Tim called. Something happened…with Amir…”

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ddaenggtan · 6 years ago

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KEY

☽ - angst | ♡ - fluff | ꕤ - smut | ⛒ - dark

i’ll be updating this as I go! this will be the first place i announce the actual publishing of fics, so y’all know when to expect them officially, but i do also have a wip list for you if you’re curious about what i’m actually physically writing. every series i post will also have its own masterlist page, which is always going to be linked with the story’s blurb and in the actual post for the fic.

✧ 666 masterlist

stories that feature you, a millenia-old vampire lovingly nicknamed Medici by your friends, and the somewhat debauched and very interesting adventures you all have.

✧ monsters and gods masterlist

a series of oneshots, each centering around the greek gods and legends. learn the truth behind the myths, and see how some of these deities and creatures of old navigate the modern world.

✧ lay me gently | greek god!au | ♡ ꕤ | 12.9k | monsters and gods pt 2 | 9.7.2019

there is no time for loneliness among the fires of your forge, no room in your buzzing mind for thoughts of anything but your next invention and the pain in your leg. your life is tilted off its axis, though, when your parents arrange a marriage without your knowledge or consent, and your new husband begins to situate himself into your life despite protests from either of you. you don’t know what zeus and hera have planned, but a volcano is no place for a love god like seokjin.

✧ 666 butterfly kisses (666verse) | vamp!reader, fae!jin | ꕤ | 4.7k | 6.10.2019

✧ birthday candles | ꕤ | vamp!reader, werewolf!yooongi, fae prince!jin | 4kish | 11.11.2019

you’re a vampire in renaissance italy who likes earning favors from the most powerful men in the country. you just aren’t used to meeting handsome men that might be assassins and definitely give you the best orgasms of your life.

or; the first time you met the fae prince, but certainly not the last. | 666 masterlist

a few of your friends help make your birthday extra special. | 666 masterlist

✧ half-baked holiday | ♡ ꕤ | baker!jin, grump!mc, f2l, i2l | 12.6k | 04.12.19

Granny Park’s Gossip:

That Seokjin, don’t get me started on him. He’s worked hard to open and run that bakery of his, you know, and I’m so proud that it’s so successful now. Wish he would find a nice person to settle down with, though, he deserves it, as long as he’s been on his own. Well, I guess you can’t really call it alone when he’s got that grump of a best friend always hanging around him. He really should be paying her, what with all the time she spends at the bakery with him. She’s always waking up on the wrong side of the bed, but she’s not so bad when she brings me some of those cookies of his, or just around Seokjin in general, if I’m honest. Too distracted by staring at that pretty face of his, I suppose, though who can blame her? | part of The Snowball Effect Collab

✧ monachopsis | ☽ ♡ | namjin | selkie!jin, marine biologist!joon | 5.7k | 16.03.20

seokjin knows - has known, for years - that his life will be like this forever. there is no more sea, there is no more swimming, there is no more of anything he used to know. this is life - wake up, go to a shoot, try not to piss giho off, go home, sleep, wake up again. because he was caught. because giho owns him. because he can’t.

but then he meets namjoon. and seokjin starts to realize that maybe…just maybe. he can.

✧ from eden | greek god!au | ♡ ꕤ ☽ | 15.6k | monsters and gods pt 1 | 16.6.2019

you’ve been in the dark a long time, overworked and exhausted. the only bright point is your gatekeeper, hoseok, your closest friend and the man you love but can’t have. you’ve accepted that loneliness is inevitable for you. when a voice calls to you, though, and moves you so deeply that you rip open the earth to help them, you meet a mint-haired boy that changes everything you thought you knew about your prison. | ft jhs | alternate ending

✧ penguins | boyfriend au | ꕤ | 3.5k | 18.7.2019

your long-time boyfriend takes you on a cute date to an aquarium, but gets a little jealous when you run into an old friend. it becomes his mission to set you back on track and remind you just who you belong to.

✧ backalley brawl (666verse) | werewolf au | 3.5k | 23.9.2019

You've been followed by a werewolf all day, and you're done being stalked in the night. Somehow you didn't expect him to need you to help him with a rather sensitive problem.

or; yoongi’s in rut and needs someone to help him out | 666 masterlist

✧ birthday candles (666verse) | ꕤ | vamp!reader, werewolf!yooongi, fae prince!jin | 4kish | 11.11.2019

a few of your friends help make your birthday extra special. | 666 masterlist

【ｍｉｎ　ｙｏｏｎｊｉ】

✧ as we go along | ♡ ꕤ | neighbors au, e2l, pining | 10.4k | 24.12.2019

Four years ago, the beautiful stunning attractive frustrating Min Yoonji came into your life. Ever since, it’s been a competition between the two of you to win the HOA’s Holiday Decorating Contest. The fiery looks she gives you paired with the pointed insults throw you off your game every year, but not this time. This holiday season, you’re determines to win; and along the way you might just find that Yoonji’s been trying to win something else.

;OR the queer hallmark movie of your dreams. | part of the 25 Days of Christmas: A BTS Anthology

✧ amae | neighbor!hobi | ♡ | 6.7k | 28.05.2019

amae - japanese. the way you act when you want to depend on another person. relying on someone’s goodwill and love to help you. frequently thought of as wanting to be loved and taken care of.

when someone new moves in next door, you don’t expect to become friends. everyone on your block was friendly, yes, but none of you gave more than a courteous wave when you spotted each other in passing. that changes with jung hoseok; a literature professor with sunlight gleaming out of every pore, who enjoys complex lectures, random coffee trips, and…sleeping in your hammock? curiosity gets the better of you as you befriend him, but just what could have this man sleeping in your garden hammock every night?

✧ from eden | greek god!au | ♡ ꕤ ☽ | 15.6k | monsters and gods pt 1 | 16.6.2019

✧ hearts on fire | hanahaki au | ♡ ☽ | 6.5k | 02.02.2020

Hoseok has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and he’s beyond excited to see you married and glowing.

He just really wishes that he was the groom.

✧ give and take | mechanic!au | ♡ ꕤ | 10.5k | 18.05.2019

when your beloved jeep breaks down, you have no choice but to take it to a mechanic for once instead of trying to fix it yourself. you fully expected to empty your wallet or get told to just buy a new car. you don’t expect to meet kim namjoon, nor do you expect him to be hot like burning, sweet as honey, and interested in you.

✧ backseat memories | mechanic!au | ♡ ꕤ | ongoing drabble series | 18.05.2020

A collection of memories between you and the mechanic who saved your Jeep.

;or, the give and take sequel | on ao3

✧ 666 medici drive | supernatural!au | ꕤ | 4.5k | 30.08.2019

you decide to help garden witch kim namjoon gather ingredients he needs from local incubus kim taehyung, in a much more fun way than the two originally planned. | ft kth | 666 masterlist

✧ forever rain | ghost!reader au | ☽ ♡ ꕤ | 18.8k | 12.09.2019

being dead isn’t anything exciting. just a lot of walking the same halls of the same apartment day after day after day. things change when the new tennant arrives, though. kim namjoon isn’t anything you could have expected; not the way he’s so careful and gentle with his plants because he breaks so many other things, not the way his friends joke that he’s psychic because you refuse to let him get in the face one time, and certainly not the way he comes after literal months spent moving things away from table edges for him and announces that he knows he’s being haunted and he has some questions for you. you didn’t know ghosts could fall in love, but he makes you feel alive again, like you’re standing in the rain while thunder crashes around you. you should’ve known nothing good would come of falling in love with someone living, though. you should’ve known that heartbreak was the only way this could end. that the rain doesn’t last forever.

✧ midnight wishes | roommates/coworkers/fwb au | ☽ ♡ ꕤ | 10.3k | 21.12.2019

Granny Park’s Gossip:

That boy. Never met anyone as prone to disaster as he is while being so damned smart, except maybe that roommate of his. The two of them could probably cure cancer if they wanted to, but you leave them alone for more than a few seconds and you’re liable to come back to disaster. Jiminie did say they’ve been acting a little different, though, maybe they finally wised up and made things official instead of just humping like bunnies around that apartment of theirs. Oh, am I not supposed to say that? | part of The Snowball Effect Collab

✧ monachopsis | ☽ ♡ | namjin | selkie!jin, marine biologist!joon | 5.7k | 16.03.20

but then he meets namjoon. and seokjin starts to realize that maybe…just maybe. he can.

✧ coming soon ✧

✧ 666 medici drive | supernatural!au | ꕤ | 4.5k | 30.08.2019

you decide to help garden witch kim namjoon gather ingredients he needs from local incubus kim taehyung, in a much more fun way than the two originally planned. | ft knj | 666 masterlist

✧ black irises in the sunshine | greek god au | ☽ ♡ ꕤ | 14k | monsters and gods part 3 | 31.12.2019

anger is everything. other gods tease you for the short fuse, but it comes with the territory. people have called you stupid, have called you dumb, oafish, useless, incompetent, insolent, rude, arrogant. all of it. insults and mockery flung at you, but even your skin isn’t thick enough to deal with constant abuse. it’s the exact reason you keep going to the underground, knuckles bloody and bruised, fighting anyone that dared enter the cage. it’s the reason you go to the clubs, surround yourself with mortals and their writhing bodies. it’s there that you see him the first time, voice husky as it rolls through the room. it’s there you find someone who treats you differently than the rest. you just never expected him to be one of the muses.

✧ chasing butterflies | nerdy!jk | ♡ ꕤ | 12.7k | 01.06.2019

you never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it. | sequel drabble posted 01.09.2019

✧ birthday candles | ꕤ | vamp!reader, werewolf!yooongi, fae prince!jin, small kook feature at the end | 4kish | 11.11.2019

a few of your friends help make your birthday extra special. | 666 masterlist

#masterlist #ddaenggtan

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The Lonely Lady of the Freezing Cold - Part I

Part II: https://its-rael.tumblr.com/post/617517935168290816/the-lonely-lady-of-the-freezing-cold-part-ii

-you can also read this story on Ao3. Technology is mean and wont let me insert the link, but you can find it there under the same title-

Snow fell in bigger volumes than Moomintroll had ever seen in his life, and despite their large size the snow-clumps drifted leisurely down to settle on the ever growing white blanket that covered the grounds at Hogwarts. Moomintroll was unhappy, the snow had been coming down unceasingly for the past few days, and more often than not it came down far heavier as part of a storm. He desperately wanted to go outside, would too if it weren't so cold, but instead he was stuck at a window, watching and wishing.

“Oh do cheer up Moomintroll,” said his friend Little My, who was as her name suggests so small she could probably fit inside a large watermelon, “it’s Christmas Eve!”

“I suppose so,” said Moomintroll gloomily.

Little My crossed her arms, “I’ve made you the most wonderful gift, you know.”

“That's very nice of you,” said Moomintroll, still looking outside with longing, “I wish it would clear up.”

“The weather does what it wants, so there’s no point in moping if moping doesn’t help,” Little My pointed out, and then hopped off the windowsill where she was perched, “if you’re not going to do something then I will.”

Only a moment later it seemed (the moment was really about half an hour) someone tapped on his shoulder.

“Hello again Little My,” sighed Moomintroll, “I was thinking, maybe I could go outside, if only for a little bit. I’d just have to put on several layers.”

“Little My?” Said the voice of someone who was definitely not Little My. In fact, it was the voice of Moomintroll’s favorite person in the whole world (next to his parents), whose name was Snufkin.

“I came across Little My not long ago, she told me that she couldn’t deal with your miserable-guts any longer and that I’d better go and cheer you up,” Snufkin said.

“Of course she did,” sighed Moomintroll.

Snufkin sat on the windowsill where Little My had previously stood, “it is frustrating having to stay pent up in doors for so long,” he said, “but it’s for our own safety I guess. It may be quiet now but they say the next blizzard is going to be even more terrible than the last, so there’s no point in being upset if you can't change that.”

“That's what Little My said,” Moomintroll groaned, and he propped his head up with his arm.

“Well she’s right,” Snufkin shrugged, then he added, “I’ll leave if you want.”

“No, that's alright,” said Moomintroll.

The two friends mulled in gloomy yet companionable silence for a bit, but then Snufkin had an idea. He was so glad about the idea that he grabbed Moomintroll’s hand, pulled him from the window and twirled him in a circle.

“Why did you do that?” Asked Moomintroll.

“We’re in a castle!” He laughed, and for good measure twirled his friend in a circle again, “a magical castle! There must be so much of it that we haven’t seen, and full of secrets too! Remember that secret passage you found on accident earlier this year? I bet theres tonnes like that and we could be the first to discover them.”

“I suppose,” said Moomintroll, trying to sound dubious, but really he had cheered up a little.

“Come on then!” Snufkin said.

And so Moomintroll let himself be dragged along the corridor at a run, without any care of direction, and within a few minutes they were well and truly lost.

“Well my friend Moomintroll, we really should have kept a note of where we were headed,” said Snufkin, giving up after they had ended up in the same corridor thrice and lying down on a bench.

“You’re right,” agreed Moomintroll, sitting down at the end of the bench, “but I thought I’d know Hogwarts well enough to get us un-lost.”

Moomintroll did know Hogwarts very well, for he had lived close at hand all of his life, although he was better acquainted with the grounds than the castle because only this year had he resided inside it. Before now he had only visited in the summer holidays when there were no students, or on the occasion his mother needed an extra pair of hands for a job.

All of a sudden out of nowhere, someone piped up.

“You two wouldn’t happen to be lost now would you?” They said in a very small voice.

“But of course!” Snufkin said, very much relieved, but when he looked around to find the owner of the voice there was no one there. He sat up, “my apologies, but where are you?”

A little dog hopped down the staircase. It wasn’t your average little dog, not because it wore a neat coat and a pointy hat, and not because it spoke either (although that was odd in itself). The little dog was Sorry-oo, and he was a ghost.

“I’m right here my good sir,” said Sorry-oo in his meek little voice.

Snufkin stood, and Moomintroll did the same.

“Say, how would we get to the great hall from here?” Asked Snufkin.

Sorry-oo nodded once and gave them a detailed set of directions that left the two friends in quite a muddle.

“Could you repeat that please?” Moomintroll requested.

“I think it might be better if you were to lead the way,” suggested Snufkin, “unless you have another place to be that is.”

“No Sir, it would be my pleasure! Follow on!” Sorry-oo said gaily, and they followed the little ghost through corridors and passageways and secret staircases until they found themselves right outside the great hall, just in time for dinner!

“Thank you very much,” said Moomintroll to Sorry-oo.

Snufkin nodded, “yes, if it weren’t for you then we wouldn’t have been able to find our way back!”

Sorry-oo just bowed, and trotted off through a near wall.

Being the school holidays, most of the students at Hogwarts were at home with their families. Therefore upon entrance the great hall was remarkably empty. It wasn’t bare though, Christmas decorations covered the walls and there were several glittering Christmas trees, each touched with magic so that their ornaments did spectacular things. Moomintroll and Snufkin took a seat with their friends Little My, Sniff and Snorkmaiden who were already eating.

“Where have you two been?” Asked Little My.

“We got lost,” said Moomintroll matter-of-factly.

Little My frowned, “well you missed the beginning of dinner.”

“If we hadn’t been saved by a ghost then we would have missed dinner entirely!” Snufkin said, and Sniff looked at him with wide eyes imploring him to tell them the story. Sadly for Sniff, something else was on Snufkin’s mind, “Snorkmaiden, where is The Snork?” He asked.

“He said he wasn’t hungry,” answered Snorkmaiden, and a little grumpily she added, “he said that there is no time to eat while he is so busy. Codswallop, I said to him, it’s Christmas Eve! But he paid no mind so I came by myself.”

Moomintroll tried to give her comfort, “you know The Snork, I think he enjoys being so busy all the time.”

“But one must eat,” said Little My on her fourth helping.

“One must eat,” agreed Sniff, who was on his second.

Little My grinned. She was thinking about the wonderful presents she had ready to give to her friends the next day and became excited.

“Why are you eating so fast Little My?” Moomintroll asked.

“The sooner I go to bed the sooner I will wake up tomorrow and it will be Christmas time,” she said simply.

Moomintroll’s forehead wrinkled, “if it’s anything like the last few nights you won't be able to fall asleep at all.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but then again I can sleep through anything,” Little My smirked.

“Lucky you,” grumbled Moomintroll, “the wind moans so loudly every night and rattles the windows, and sometimes there is thunder and lighting, or there's a big crash because a tree has fallen down.”

“I reckon it’s not just the wind moaning,” said Snufkin conspiratorially.

“Oh?” Pipped the others.

“I think that it's The Groke,” he said.

“The Groke?” Sniff exclaimed with a waver in his voice, “that sounds scary!”

“The Groke is a monster,” told Snufkin with a spooky air, “I have heard stories that she lives deep within the forbidden forest in a cave, and comes out to wander in the grounds for a few nights when the weather gets coldest in the middle of Winter. At this time there’s always a terrible storm, and she moans and laments, and they say everything she touches freezes.”

By now Sniff was trembling and spluttering, “that doesn’t s-sound very n-n-n-nice.”

“She must be extra upset this year to be out for so long,” said Snufkin.

“Do you think she’ll go away?” Asked Snorkmaiden, who slept well enough but all the same didn’t like falling asleep to the night sounds.

“I don’t know,” said Snufkin.

“Well I hope that she does,” huffed Moomintroll, “and if she doesn’t then I’m going to go to bed and see if I can get to sleep before she starts up again.” And he left for the Gryffindor common room.

“I’m going to bed as well,” announced Little My, and went off in the same direction, where after a bit she would change direction towards the Ravenclaw common room.

Snufkin, Sniff and Snorkmaiden left soon afterwards.

That night Moomintroll didn’t get to sleep in time, and even if he had The Groke would have woken him up anyway. She was extra loud that night, and Moomintroll lay under his five layers of blankets tossing and turning and getting more and more frustrated until he decided that tomorrow night he would go and confront the monster once and for all. Funnily enough after deciding to do so he slept peacefully for a few hours.

The next morning Moomintroll awoke yawning, and was very unhappy.

‘That blasted Groke!’ Thought he, and was even more determined to confront the monster that night. He got out of bed, stretched, got dressed, gathered a heap of presents and hurried on down to meet with his friends. The great hall was empty aside from Little My, who was already eating.

“You look tired,” she said in between mouthfuls, “merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas,” yawned Moomintroll in greeting, and sat down beside her feeling less grumpy. You can’t stay angry forever, especially not on such a happy occasion as this.

Sniff was the last one to arrive, and once they had finished their breakfasts they each took out their heaps of presents and laid them out on the bit of table in front of them (except for Snufkin of course, who didn’t have any money to buy presents and preferred it that way).

“I’ll go first,” Little My decided, for it was oh so difficult to wait any longer, and she jumped up on the table with excitement. She bounded over to Sniff first and gave him a pretty little bag that tinkled with what sounded like money, which is also what everyone else got him. Next she gave the Snork a book of muggle science, Snorkmaiden a mirror that Little My had enchanted to give compliments to whomever looks into it, Snufkin a wooden flute that she had carved herself (Moomintroll kicked himself then, why hadn’t he thought of that?) and lastly Moomintroll a jar with a pretty blue flame inside.

“The flame is everlasting and will never be put out,” said Little My proudly, “I conjured it.”

Moomintroll’s anger dissipated, “thank you very much Little My,” he said in awe.

Little My smirked.

Next Sniff gave them all a little figure of themselves and Moomintroll joked that Little My was almost the same size as her miniature lookalike. Then Snorkmaiden gave them all a box of homemade chocolate that warmed the whole body with a single bite. Moomintroll gave his gifts next; the Snork was gifted a very fancy pen, the Snorkmaiden a rose that sang (she blushed and put it behind her ear), the ceremonial money for Sniff, a big ol’ hat for Snufkin which he pulled down over his eyes to everyone’s delight, and for Little My a professional looking poster of her playing quidditch in her house team. The Snork was next, but he told them not to open his presents yet, because he didn’t want to see anybody’s reaction.

“I’m sorry that I don't have anything to give anyone,” apologised Snufkin, “I could play my mouth-organ if you like.”

The table cheered as he produced his coveted harmonica and when he played everyone had a splendid time dancing, Little My doing so atop the table and humming and singing along loudly. Later Moomintroll opened his present from the Snork and found inside it a miniature lifelike dragon that moved and chirped and blew fire. He told the Snorkmaiden to give her brother his thanks.

Although the cheer of Christmas was in the air Moomintroll couldn’t help but notice that the snow storm worsened outside. By now everyone was quite tired from dancing (some of the other students and even some teachers had joined them and they all had a jolly good time), so they sat around talking amiably.

“I’m going to confront The Groke,” said Moomintroll to Snufkin.

“Really?” Snufkin asked in surprise.

Moomintroll nodded his head, “tonight.”

“That could be dangerous, it gets even colder in the night time and The Groke might try to freeze you if you aren’t already frozen by the time you find her,” warned Snufkin, “besides going out at night is against the rules.”

“Pooh to the rules, this is the only way anyone will get any sleep. If you look around you can see how everyone is so tired,” said Moomintroll crossly.

Snufkin wasn’t going to stop Moomintroll from going, he wouldn’t dream of it, but that didn’t stop him from feeling concerned. “Do you have a plan?” He asked.

“No, not really,” Moomintroll replied, “but I’ll wear plenty of layers of warm clothes and I’ll bring my wand and a lantern.”

“You aren’t worried?” Snufkin questioned further, “The Groke is pretty terrifying.”

Moomintroll looked thoughtful, “I suppose not. In fact, I feel in my belly that everything is going to go fine.”

“If you say so,” Snufkin said, although he secretly thought the feeling in Moomintroll’s stomach was more likely fluttering butterflies, and they changed conversation topic.

That night, Moomintroll bundled up in warm clothes, around seven layers, and put on two pairs of gloves, his scarf, and his thick woolly hat. He stuffed his wand in his pocket and made to leave, but then he remembered that he ought to bring a lantern. As He searched the room for one, his eyes instead rested on the flickering blue flame Little My had given him, the everlasting one.

‘That’ll do fine,’ he thought to himself, and took it from where he had placed it on his bedside table. He snuck very quietly, as quietly as he possibly could (which was extraordinary so, for the paw of a Moomin is like the paw of a cat) out of the dormitory, through many a corridor, down many a staircase, through the secret passage he had found earlier that year by accident, and outside. The cold was bitter and the wind would have buffeted him about had it not been for the deep snow keeping his feet in place. Determined he trudged out, blue flame aloft, in search of The Groke.

It was frightfully dark even with a light source and Moomintroll found that if he didn’t focus very hard he would get lost. After what seemed like hours of searching, he stopped and looked behind him at the looming castle that only made itself known by little twinkles of light few and far between. In this moment he felt a chill creeping towards him like no chill he had ever felt before. The temperature grew cooler, if that's even possible, and Moomintroll sensed the presence of melancholy behind him. He twisted around in its direction so fast he almost fell over, and, holding up the blue flame, found himself facing a looming shadow with big eyes, a big mouth and an even bigger nose. Moomintroll admitted to himself that maybe he was a bit scared by now, not that he would ever tell anyone.

“Are you The Groke?” he called after regaining his voice.

The mass stopped moving, “hnnnnngh,” it said, and nodded.

He called again, “why do you keep coming here?”

The Groke looked past Moomintroll to the castle and sighed.

“Why?” He yelled.

Slowly, The Groke looked back at him and frowned. Looking into her eyes, if only for a second, Moomintroll felt the sadness that dwelt there, the longing and the loneliness that she brought with her wherever she went. He realised then why she wandered the grounds.

“It must be very lonely, being you,” he said.

The Groke nodded and sighed again.

“That's why you come here, to feel closer to others,” Moomintroll said, “I think I understand. But when you come and you make all of that noise in the night nobody gets any sleep.”

“Nnnnhgh,” said The Groke, and she hung her head.

“It mustn’t be nice to be cold all of the time either,” he went on.

She nodded, still staring morosely at the snow.

Moomintroll searched his mind for any way to solve The Grokes problems. He couldn’t solve the loneliness because anyone who is near her for too long would freeze to death, but the cold… he couldn’t just make a fire, that would go out. He went to put his hand on his chin like he’d seen his papa do when he was thinking hard but his hand was already occupied by the blue flame.

‘The blue flame!’ thought Moomintroll, ‘the flame that Little My said would never go out!’

It was the perfect solution. Little My wouldn’t be very happy about him giving it away but then he must do so for the greater good, and he didn’t need to tell Little My anything anyway.

“O Groke!” Moomintroll shouted, “how would you like this here flame as a Christmas present? Then will you go away?”

The Groke looked at it long, and then she smiled and said “hhnnn!” ecstatically.

Moomintroll held it up as high as he could, then she grasped the jar in her hands. She took it, but not before accidentally touching Moomintroll’s hand and freezing him solid!

#moomin #tanoshii moomin ikka #moominvalley #moomintroll #moomin fanfic #snufkin #the groke #little my #sniff #snorkmaiden #moomin fanart #moomin au #the snork #sorry-oo #hogwarts au

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ancientstone · 5 years ago

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Fic Rec List (A Tag Game!)

I was tagged by @iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid - Thank you!!

Rules: Post links (Ao3, ff.net, etc.); specify fandom/pairing/etc; don’t answer the same fic twice - spread the appreciation; tag other people; you don’t have to answer all the questions, but leave them in the list so the next person can answer if they want.

Fandoms mentioned are: Transformers, The Umbrella Academy, M*A*S*H, Over The Garden Wall, TMNT, Good Omens, Sherlock, Ducktales (2017)

(I’m going to cheat a little and ignore the *this month* parts because we’re only 2 days into 2020!)

1. Favourite complete fic you’ve read this month (multiple chapters/parts):

Transformers: Auf Nimmerwiedersehen by @morethanmeetstheass I love everything about this story (and series) and you know a fic is good when all you want to do is shake some brain cells into the characters *side eyes Blitzwing and Ratchet*. I often come back and reread this!

2. Favourite complete fic you’ve read this month (one-shot):

The Umbrella Academy: little white lies by @in-tua-deep because I adore everything they write and this one made my entire week when it was published! Just...A* Five analysis! Brilliant writing!! Great pacing!!! I love all of it! Also Klaus deserves extra kudos for being The Best sibling to his complex gremlin of a brother

3. Favourite WIP you’ve read this month:

The Umbrella Academy: If That’s Love by cylikkious Just...oof. So much oof. Major oof. Amazing character and relationship analysis between Five and Dolores and a take on them which you don’t see all that often. It’s simply *chefs kiss* Also drunk Five is always fun to read (and by fun I mean gut-wrenching!)

4. One fic/series you’ve read which you keep coming back to again and again:

Sherlock: The Elephant In The Room by flawedamythyst This is the fist fic I ever bookmarked back in 2013 and it feels like it only gets better each time I revisit it. Super writing, great at capturing the characters, and a good mix of sweet, tender moments and pure, painful angst!

5. Most underrated fic you’ve read this year:

M*A*S*H: The Very Model by the_aleator Yep, I cried when reading this. The pain. The angst. The tears. It just hits you right where it hurts and OW be prepared to be thinking about it for the rest of the day! Great writing and pacing as well!

6. Most underrated fic you’ve read EVER:

Over The Garden Wall: Secret Santa by skimmingthesurface Basically all of their otgw fics are awesome, but this one? Amazing, spectacular, incredibly winter-y and Christmas-y and festive! I love how they write Greg, and his relationship with his brother as well as Sara and all of Wirt’s other friends.

7. Favourite whump/angst fic of the year:

The Umbrella Academy: And Then There Was Five by maremote Five and Klaus running a plant shop? It’s more painful then you’d think! I love the way they write the brothers, and the brothers’ relationship with the plants, and all the pent up emotions Five has throughout. Another fic I’ve constantly come back to!

8. Favourite hurt/comfort fic of the year:

The Umbrella Academy: The Moons Laughs by @ladyorigami Me?? Crying constantly over this fic?? Nope, it’s just people cutting onions I don’t know what you’re talking about. I certainly don’t think about this fic every night, and how much Five needs a hug. Nope. Not me. Must be someone else.

9. Favourite fluff fic of the year:

Ducktales (2017): Peace and Quiet by DrummerGirl231 It wouldn’t be a fluff fic without some feels, but Scrooge is the best in this and I love him with his tiny niece and nephew. I recommend all of DrummerGirl’s Ducktales fics, because they’re excellently written and deserve to be swamped with kudos!

10. Favourite gen fic of the year:

TMNT: Hanging By A Turtle by @camsthisky Soft turtle bros? Check. Brotherly moments? Check. Hurt/comfort? Check. This fic has everything I’d ever want! I love Donnie’s p.o.v. and the way the feels. just. keep. hitting. It’s perfect, and I’ve read it so many times now that I’ve lost count!

11. Favourite smut fic of the year:

Nope, not my thing!

12. Favourite fix-it fic of the year/ever:

The Umbrella Academy: Contagious Hope by @tripleforte This will never not make me sad and the ending’s so bittersweet but that’s exactly how I like my fics so I’m actually happy through the tears! I love the alternative lives of the siblings, and how Five just?? Plonks down in the middle of all of it?? Like come on guys let’s become a family?? Perfect!

13. Favourite crack-fic fic of the year:

I searched around with the ‘tags to include’ bar on my bookmarks and according to that no fics I bookmarked this year had that tag, so I’ll leave this one be

14. Favourite sick-fic this year:

The Umbrella Academy: Get Me Out Of My Head by UnrememberedSkies Poor Five suffers in this fic and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to hug a non-existent person more? Also give them some medicine. And a blanket. And a pillow. This fic deserves more love and I think it’s been pretty overlooked, so please check this one out because it 100% deserves it!

15. Favourite kid-fic this year:

The Umbrella Academy: Something Domestic by @gentlemenpaws Teeny, tiny, adorable Five being cared for by a Who-Let-Me-Care-For-An-Infant Klaus? I’m in. Klaus’ panic is so sweet and he just?? Wants to do his best?? And also has several heart attacks because of Five’s powers?? Poor guy. I’ve read this enough to know parts from memory!

16. Fic this year which you didn’t expect to love as much as you do:

The Umbrella Academy: It Comes and Goes (In Waves) by hujwernoo Not to say I thought I wouldn’t like it, but going into this I didn’t realise how much I would adore this series. It’s so amazing and I have to pace myself reading it otherwise I start skipping lines in an effort to read it all at once. if you haven’t already checked it out, do!

17. Fic which convinced you to ship a pairing:

Guardians of the Galaxy: Blue on White by @bluesocksandfluff I honestly can’t remember when about I boarded the Yondu/Kraglin train, but I’m pretty sure it started with this fic! The hurt/comfort is A* and small Peter is everything, and Yondu is a grumpy grump to can’t admit he has a heart and I love him for it! This is another fic I’ve read to the point of remembering lines!

18. Favourite AU you’ve read this year:

The Umbrella Academy: the ballad of but first, coffee by deerie I was loving this fic anyway as I was reading it but what completely sold me was how they did Grace, and Five’s interactions with her. Just...Don’t mind me, crying in the corner because FEELS HAPPENED. Also Klaus being part of a knitting group? 10/10 if it doesn’t happen in season 2 I’ll riot

19. Longest fic/series you’ve read this year:

Good Omens: Inverse Omens by @amuseoffyre This series is so sweet and sad and lovely and painful and heartwarming and goddamn it Aziraphale sort out your panicking boyfriend!! I look forward to every update, and I love all the little historical moments and tidbits of information! Also the author updates super fast and I need to know what writing deity they made a sacrifice to and if that deity will accept a can of Dr Pepper and Walker’s crisps because that’s all I’ve got

20. The last fic you’ve read:

The Umbrella Academy: a life still permanent by @iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid By complete coincidence I am halfway through rereading this fic and I’m kicking myself for forgetting how goddamn good it is. I adore Claire and anyone who lays a finger on her head will face my wrath, and Allison’s siblings being awesome aunts and uncles? Yeeeeeeessss!!

21. Wildcard fic you haven’t mentioned but deserves a shout-out + why:

The Umbrella Academy: Beyond the Fire by DenDragon14 Soft Luther? Five dealing with his trauma? A setting we haven’t seen before with these characters? Klaus taking a picture he totally won’t use for blackmail later? Yep, this is my kind of fic! It’s just SO. SOFT.

Tagging: As long as you want to, all the authors I mentioned!!

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danandthereader · 6 years ago

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Pls give me more vampire Dan (maybe another vampire tries to get ahold of the reader and Dan fights them idk)

A/N: Oh of course, lovely ! I’m always happy to write more Vampire!Dan. ♡ I’ll take your prompt about the fighting and work with that - it immediately give me inspiration and I ended up really liking this end product. I hope it’s cool that this is a little late. Think of it being posted like the Grumps playing Halloween games in December, doing a sort of Nightmare Before Christmas thing ! Thank you so much for your patience, and I hope you liked it. Heart you !

BY MY HAND

Your world had always been very open-ended and full of theories and guessing games. From the time you could truly understand what was going on around you, you had questions in your brain about everything.Your questions had lead you to some worthwhile answers, and some you wished you had never learned in the first place. You knew that things that were not always entirely human - like werewolves and vampires - existed alongside the normal folk. You also knew that things not of this world at all - faeries and pixies were the big two - popped in and out as well. Yet the line was drawn and religious figures - demons and angels, succubi and incubi, even ghosts were proven to not have any real ground. And for the most part, all of them lived together in a state of co-existence.But the legends and stories didn’t come from nowhere. Sometimes children did go missing because they were whisked away to the fae realm, or people were turned into something without choice. Far and few between, maybe, but it happened. Not many who experienced those sorts of things first-hard got to tell the tales themselves.

As you lay on your side, staring up the grandiose staircase at the two gentlemen going at it, you couldn’t help but wonder which side you would end up on at the end of this. The fight itself hadn’t been going on for very long, even though time, for them, was irrelevant, more insulting and violent words than actual action. But the vampire on the right - taller, older, with graying hair and calloused hands, proof that he had been turned much later in his life - had gotten a hold of you, and that’s when everything picked up. Daniel - sweet Danny, with his hazel eyes and chestnut curls, the one who had been turned and kept his soft features for eternity - had jumped to your rescue, and down the stairs you were tossed like a doll.Shifting, you internally took stock. No broken bones, some aching ribs, a few bumps, maybe a big bruise or two. Nothing serious. Slowly, you sat up, repressing a groan. Your eyes fell back to the two of them, struggling but not, Dan’s fist in the other’s hand; even from the bottom of the stairs you could see the smug grin playing on the gentleman’s lips. Dan tried with his other hand, but before he could land the blow, he was shoved back, and he hit the ground. You got to your feet as quickly as you could, no plan in mind other than to stop your love from getting hurt. The man took two steps, and planted his foot square on Dan’s chest, effectively leaving the boy breathless.They were talking, but you couldn’t hear it from this distance. Mouths were moving, hands had wrapped around ankles, and you were slowly climbing the red velvet staircase. Sure, you weren’t a vampire, but you couldn’t just do nothing, even if your side did hurt like a mother and you had no weapons on you.“… And once I take your manor, I’ll take the town…” He pushed harder into Dan’s chest. You could feel that, your chest constricting. And once the town is mine, the streets will run crimson, and every single human will either be dead or my next meal.” There was so much resentment, but so much triumph, in the intruder’s tone; it made your free hand ball into a fist. “Brian, this isn’t - That’s the last thing you want to do,” Dan replied, breathless, hurting in more ways than just physical, you realized. Your step faltered. Did he know this guy? “I know you. Hurting people, it’s not-” He was cut short. “You used to know me. Now I’m as much a stranger to you as I am to your friend here.”The acknowledgement made you jump a little.

The older vampire - Brian - ginned, all sharp teeth and murderous intent. “Didn’t think I noticed them after I tossed them down the stairs?” he asked, mocking, not looking at you. “They smell so good, Daniel. I can see why you like them so much.” Danny complimented you on your scent every once and a while, and from him it was sweet; from the other it made your skin crawl. “Maybe they’ll be the first I have after I impale you on your banister…” Your eyes narrowed. “Touch me and you’ll only taste your teeth,” you replied, a strong sentence you never thought you’d say. He only grinned wider. “Oh, they’ve got spice! You know I’m always for a little kick.” Kick. How tempting that was.“Brian I don’t want to hurt you,” Dan began, eyes shining red, the frustration getting to him. “But you’re making it really hard not to snap your foot in two right now.” Brian laughed. “You wouldn’t,” he replied, so sure. “I was always the killer one, not you.” His head tilted, resentment dripping off of him. But there was something else, something even you could feel. “Do you need a reminder?” Ruby eyes widened just a bit. “Brian-!”The threat was cut off, his for moving quick as a blink, from above him to in front of you. Stumbling, you tried to get back, but he caught your elbow before you could get too far, making you jerk violently. “No - you - motherfucker -” Your words were broken up by your struggle, which died out when you felt the ground fall away from your feet. Looking down, your stomach dropped. Right. Vampires did the levitation thing. “Choose your next words carefully, darling,” he called with a sickeningly coy sort of smile. Looking to you, he added, smile growing, “And I don’t mean you.” He looked back to Dan, far enough below that you could get hurt if Brian decided to let go. You were also above that infamous banister he spoke of a moment ago, broken at the tip with a dangerously sharp point. “So, my dear friend, what will it be?” Though Dan seemed at a loss, almost desperate, you were fuming. “Try to fight, lose the love of your current life, spend eternity alone?” Pause. “Or will you finally give in and let things go back to the way they used to be?” If this was how it used to be, it was no wonder Danny wanted no part of it.“ Hey!” Your voice rang out, capturing both men’s attention. “Yeah, you.” A slap of Brian’s wrist made him look at you, eyebrow cocked. “ I know you heard me earlier.” Your voice had raised now, pitched a bit. You weren’t a bargaining chip, not a prize to be won or a toy to be played with. “I said let - me - go!” Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, you let go of your body weight and the both of you dropped. He hadn’t been prepared for that.

The fall was short, but there was no impact to speak of, at least for you. Someone had, instead, caught you in their arms, tucking you into their chest and rolling on the ground with you to keep you safe.When you peeked up, a ‘fro of curls was there to greet you. But Dan wasn’t looking at you, and the expression his face was a fine mixture of pain and resignation. Following his gaze, you couldn’t help but gasp softly. On the banister, skewered through the stomach with no blood to speak of coming from the wound, was Brian, not even twitching.It took you a moment to realize that you had done that. You hadn’t just saved yourself, or Dan, but the whole town. You were a hero.You’d never been a hero before.

#danny sexbang #dan avidan #dan x reader #dan avidan x reader #reader insert

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h-sleepingirl · 7 years ago

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Snow (Game Grumps egobang fic)

(Rating: M for mentions of arousal. Slow burn, first time, sexual tension, somewhat fluffy.)

It's quiet, so quiet and so dark, like everything was dulled and muffled by the thick blanket of snow on the house that just kept coming down.

It's so hard to explain the kind of silence that comes late at night when there are no cars and no people; even the sound of your breath seems to stop right after it's come out of your mouth, like an anechoic chamber.

Dan has known Arin for only a few years now and though they are both adults with their own houses and jobs, the magic of nights like this, the feeling that there is no one else on this earth makes him feel almost like a child again.

Arin is spread out on the couch next to him, eyes on the TV but barely watching anymore. When they started marathoning bad Christmas movies, they were animated and cracking jokes and laughing, but the energy had died down and it looks like Arin is going to fall asleep soon.

Dan is content with it; Suzy was spending the night with her parents and he and Arin hadn't had a lot of time to hang out outside of work, which was mostly Arin kicking his playful energy into overdrive or hyperfocusing on something business related. Seeing Arin relaxed and zoned out is somehow very calming for him, feels right.

"Want to go to bed soon?" he asks. It seems to break Arin out of his trance, because he blinks and stretches for the first time in the last half hour or so.

"No-oooo," he whines. "You just got here."

Dan giggles. "Arin, it's been almost 6 hours."

"Not that long..." he mumbles, face covered by his hands, and Dan understands it.

Arin pulls his hands away from his mouth and he's got a big doofy grin on, staring at him, and it's always so infectious for Dan and he can't help but giggle again at it. Arin stretches exaggeratedly, spreading his arms and resting one of them behind Dan, whose giggle turns into a full laugh while he shoves him away.

"Come on, Daniel, you don't want to cuddle and enjoy a lovely Christmas movie with your good friend Arin?" There's mirth in his eyes.

"Shut up," Dan says, grinning.

"I could give you a hot BJ while you watch Santa make his naughty list," Arin says, waggling his eyebrows.

Dan rolls his eyes. "Oh my God dude, yeah, *that's* the thing on my mind right now."

Arin laughs and it goes all high pitched in that way that always makes him giggle along, and as it dies down the two of them lapse into silence again. Arin had woken himself up, sat up on the couch, even though his blinks are still long and slow and Dan thinks he could probably sleep at any moment. With the position Arin is in, all sprawled out, they're also significantly closer together on the couch, but they're in close quarters so much while they're Grumping that Dan ignores it. He thinks that he should probably be used to it by now; Arin is not one to see personal boundaries with his close friends, but it's just so different than what Dan was used to with his male friends that it may always catch him off guard.

They both settle back into the movie. Arin is starting to make small quips again, but softly, and Dan can't help but play off of him, always. He wonders how late Arin is going to push it; it's going on 1 AM already and while they don't have a full day of work tomorrow, they have to go into the office in the late afternoon to record a few episodes.

It seems to pass so quickly and before he realizes it the credits are rolling.

Arin moves to grab the remote. "Let's put on another."

"Come on, man," he laughs, "It's almost 2. I'm a sleepy sheepie!"

Arin is quiet and for a moment Dan thinks he's nodding off, but he shifts and scratches his head.

"We could take tomorrow off," he offers. "We could stay up all night and sleep all day tomorrow."

"Arin, we have to get some Jingle Grumps out, and we haven't recorded anything for it yet." Dan is being patient with him; Arin is clearly overtired.

It's quiet again, and it's uncomfortable, and Dan is almost beginning to feel like a parent with a petulant child, half-expecting Arin to roll with it and have a little fake tantrum before giving up and heading upstairs.

"Dan," Arin says finally, and there's no laughter, just what seems to be a strain to his voice, something raw and tight and different.

Dan's heart suddenly beats loud in his chest, keyed up by the tone in Arin's voice, on edge, cautious. He looks over, and Arin's eyes are huge and doe-like, and it makes him feel like something is about to tip and break.

He feels a blush rising on his face, and he really doesn't want to acknowledge that he knows what's happening.

"Yeah?" Trying to keep his voice neutral, aloof, please Arin, go back to normal, don't fuck with this, we won't be able to come back from this if you keep going --

"Do you want to go to bed?" he asks, and there's still a rough edge to it, a seriousness that weighs on Dan, tells him that he's the one who needs to be careful.

How long has it been? How many times has Arin joked about being gay, about kissing him, sucking his dick? He's not sure if this is something that happened from the start, or something that grew with the jokes and the familiarity...

"No," Dan says, throat dry.

Fuck.

Arin is close, so close. His hand comes to rest on Dan's thigh and Dan tries not to jump, tries not to spook him or break what's happening, because he can see the raw, exhausted desire in Arin's face. His eyebrows are drawn up like he's begging for this to be OK, like he's been waiting, like it's been hurting him, and Dan's heart feels tender with the weight of it.

His head is swimming and he feels hot and tight inside and he knows that it's already too late even before Arin leans in and kisses him.

By habit Dan's eyes slip shut and he moves his mouth to meet and match him, and Arin makes this little noise through his nose that goes right to his gut.

Fuck, Dan is so into this. Fuck.

He brings up his hand and cups Arin's cheek, pulling his jaw closer and Arin kisses back eagerly for a few long moments, lips parting, head tilting, the whole nine yards.

Arin pulls back and Dan is entranced by it, his pupils blown wide, lips shiny.

"Sorry," Arin says quietly, but he doesn't *look* sorry. He looks like he wants more; he looks like he wants much more.

Dan doesn't and can't say anything. He's half hard in his jeans from that one kiss and he suspects Arin is with him, or entirely farther ahead of him. They've already pushed this far and neither of them are ready to talk about it yet. He can't stop the momentum now, not when it could mean breaking this.

So he reaches out and puts his hand behind the back of Arin's head and pulls him in again.

(This is my first GG and egobang fic and I don't really have anywhere else to post it so it's in AO3 and here, sorry hypnotumblr. Please leave feedback! I may continue this.)

#Egobang #Polygrumps

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wanderingcas · 8 years ago

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Week 4: Destiel Fluff

[Thank you, everyone, for your wonderful submissions to Week 4 of Spn Fanfic Submission Thursday!! So many wonderful fics in this list. If you want to participate in next week’s fic submissions, check out the schedule!

Please signal boost so we can get these great fics circulating!]

A Wonderful Place by @expatgirl

A case that isn’t a case is frustrating, until it isn’t.

Teen and Up. 3k words. (Complete)

[Case Fic, Dragons, Kissing, Snow, Hospitals, Christmas Fluff]

lazy mornings, coffee cups and cuddles by @woefulcas

dean brings cas coffee in bed, they cuddle and kiss

General Audience. .5k words. (Complete)

[hunter husbands, fluff, lazy morning cuddles, seriously tooth rotting fluff]

You May Say That I'm A Dreamer by @envydean

Dean’s been a fan of the men’s figure skating for as long as he can remember. He’s always been fascinated by how the contestants move on the ice, contort their elegant bodies into beautiful positions and land each jump with grace – not that anyone at school knows this, they only know Dean as the tough-man soccer player. When Dean’s favourite under twenty-one’s figure skater transfers to his school, sparks fly.

General Audience. 2.3k words. (Complete)

[Figure Skater!Cas, Fanboy!Dean, first dates, first kiss, High School AU]

For the Dancing and the Dreaming by @cas-essence

Dean can sing after all. He’s just never let himself before.

General Audience. 1.6k words. (Complete)

[established relationship, team free will, singing dean, dancing dean]

pure & simple by @goodgriefdean

The first time Sam sees Dean and Castiel kiss, it’s just like any other day in his life.

General Audience. 309 words. (Complete)

[fluff, sam’s pov, drabble]

Bewitched by @all-i-need-is-destiel

It’s not easy to be in love with a witch. (A story about singing parrots, talking furniture and grumpy cats)

General Audiences. 4.1k words. (Complete)

[Alternate Universe, Witch Castiel, Fluff, Humor, Friends to Lovers, Pining]

I Beg of You Now by @cuddlemonsterdean

Dean was never able to give Sam the birthday parties he wanted when they were kids, and he can’t even remember if he was ever invited to somebody else’s. Probably not.

He’s got no idea what to expect.

That’s why he’s secretly relieved when Jody asks if he can help her out in the kitchen. Dean loves cooking, and a kitchen is a place he knows his way around, even when it’s not his own. Jody had sounded almost comically grateful when he said yes immediately, but other than that she doesn’t seem to think the whole thing is such a big deal. But for Dean, it is. Birthday parties are a thing normal people do, and Dean isn’t normal people. He sucks at those things. He doesn’t want to mess it up for Claire.

So, Dean’s kind of nervous.

Cas, though, Cas is worse.

Explicit. 10k words. (Complete)

[Post S11, Developing Relationship, First Time, Touch-Starved Dean]

The One with the Fanfic Competition by @tenoko1

Started as a prompt fill that turned into accidental!fic due to popular demand. In which friends and family of the Winchesters have gotten into a secret weekly fanfiction battle for best scenario of Dean and Cas finally getting together. That is, until Castiel finds out.

Teen and Up. 81.6k words. (WIP)

[Fluff, Humor, Angst, hobbies and therapy for PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn]

Ward 37 by anon

When Dean is admitted onto ward 37 yet again, he doesn’t expect his nurse to be cute – they never are. But, on the night of his admittance, Nurse Novak is lying in bed awaiting his first day on a new ward.

General Audience. 54.6k words. (Complete)

[fluff, romance, friendship, happy ending]

under the stars by anon

Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak attend the same high school. One fits into the crowds and stands out, whereas the other’s only wish is to blend in. When their paths meet… let’s just say it isn’t all a fairytale.

General Audience. 38.5k words. (Complete)

[friendship, fluff, love, cute]

The Floor is Lava by @we-all-like-destiel

What starts as a simple game of ‘The Floor Is Lava’ between college roommates Dean and Cas, slowly progresses into a romantic relationship.

Teen And Up Audiences. 3.8k words. (Complete)

[Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, College AU, One Shot]

untitled by @deanandcasinlove

Dean and Cas re enact the scene from the Notebook

Teen and Up. 400 words. (Complete)

[Destiel, Supernatural, the Notebook]

On Angel Babies by @ricketyjukeboxer

After Castiel’s most recent brush with death, Dean asks him about his childhood.

General Audiences. 1k words. (Complete)

[Fluff, Angel Origins, Resurrected!Cas]

It’s Not a Date, Dammit by @deanwinchcester

It’s only after they’ve gotten off the roller coaster when Dean admits to himself that while he is trying to show Cas that being human isn’t all that bad, he’s also discluding Sam from some things because they’re kinda sorta self-indulgent. Because maybe he does want to hold Cas’s hand and kiss him but that’s nobody else’s business but his… And Cas’s.

General audiences. 1k words. (Complete)

[Friends to Lovers, Sam Ships It, Castiel in the Bunker, Human Castiel]

happy by @hell-krieg

Dean has never seen Cas so happy before

General audience. 326 words. (Complete)

[clueless!Sam, fluff, destiel, kissing, destiel fluff]

This Is Not a Date by @babybluecas

Just two best friends having a dinner out. On Valentine’s Day.

Teen and Up. 3.4k words. (Complete)

[Fluff, Valentine’s Day, First Date]

Beyond the Bluefrosts by anon

Newly eighteen, Dean Winchester finds himself in an arranged marriage with an angel, half a world away.

Explicit. 14.6k words. (Complete)

[arranged marriage, friends to lovers, au - fantasy, steampunk, fluff]

Solstice by @saminzat

Finding some quiet time isn’t easy when you’re a hunter. Winter forests and poncho blankets can work true miracles about that.

Teen and Up. 1.7k words. (Complete)

[Canon compliant, Fluff, Romance]

Wandered Many a Weary Foot by @lies-unfurl

Castiel decides that he wants to kiss Dean everywhere on New Year’s Eve. Everywhere, as in, in every single time zone as one year turns to the next.

Dean goes along with the plan.

Teen and Up. 5.6k words. (Complete)

[Fluff and Crack, Light Angst, Future Fic]

Happiness Is a Warm Cheeseburger by @braezenkitty

Sam & Jess convince Dean to go to a yoga and meditation retreat in the Santa Cruz mountains. Dean is a grump, until he realizes the yoga teacher is a gorgeous dark-haired, blue-eyed, walking hunk of sex.

Mature. 6.5k words. (Complete)

[Implied Relationships, Self-Doubt, Negative Thoughts, Misunderstandings]

Cuddling is Manly by @breathingdestiel

Castiel Novak has just lost a longtime friend, his cat Moon, whom he had since he was nine. After a while he realizes that his grades are slipping and that he has a hard time focusing on studying, all because he used to do it while petting Moon. When his best friend Dean notices that something is wrong, they cuddle together, believing it would help Cas. But what was supposed to be a one time thing turns into a regular cuddling between them, complicating Cas’ already complicated feelings towards Dean.

Teen and Up. 46k words. (Complete)

[high school!au, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, bed sharing, slow burn]

3 AM by @dr-dean

“You are an angel and I’m totally into you but you’ve barely noticed my flirting so now I’m sitting here at 3 am reading up on angel courting rituals” Dean and Cas have some misunderstandings about what the other one wants.

Explicit. 6.6k words. (Complete)

[mutual pining, wing grooming, angel courting, miscommunication, case fic]

Warnings: being adorable but you kind of want to smack them, miscommunication, mutual pining, smut, wing!kink, hand jobs, NSFW

The One with All the Candy by @deanisthebeesknees

Castiel suddenly acquires a sweet tooth, and starts buying up all the candy. OR The Valentine’s Day when Castiel finally reveals his feelings for Dean.

Teen And Up Audiences. 5.5k words. (Complete)

[human!Cas, Valentine’s Day, Chocolate, Shipper!Sam, mutual pining]

Begin Again by @profound-boning

“Why Professor Winchester,” she mocks. “You’ve got someone special on the line and you’re ignoring them for us?”

“Zip it, Chambers.” He points a finger at her. “Y’all are great, but not that good. We clear on that?”

“Sure,” Krissy teases. “As long as they know they’re coming in second to Billy Pilgrim right now.”

“Everyone comes in second to Billy Pilgrim. Hashtag life hack.” Dean retorts.

Teen and Up. 4.9k words. (Complete)

[Single Parent Dean, Misunderstandings, First Date, Songfic, Meet Cute]

The Perks of Being a Human by @relucant

“Down here!” Dean yelled breathlessly, and Sam gripped the knife tighter; anything strong enough to get into the bunker and get Dean at a disadvantage was bound to be a nasty piece of work.

But when he got to the kitchen he stopped in the doorway with a start, mouth hanging open.

“Uh… Dean?”

“What?” Dean snapped, trying to maneuver the massive Douglas fir through the door. “Jesus, I swear this thing didn’t look so big on the lot.”

“You… bought a Christmas tree?”

Explicit. 12.5k words. (Complete)

[Fluff, Fluff and smut, Christmas, Men of Letters bunker]

spinning by @reallyelegantsharkfish

“Listen up!” Dean hollers, louder than necessary in the small space. “We are spinnin’ this bottle, and then we’re going to do some kissin’! Happy New Year!”

Teen and Up. 1.5k words. (Complete)

[First Kiss, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics]

Deaf!Dean Drabble One by @justrandomspnstuff

Life after the accident: A short, fluffy drabble with Deaf!dean and Human!cas

General Audiences. .5k words. (Complete)

[deaf!dean, human!cas, destiel fluff]

Worthy by @jadstiel

“… you wanna what, now?” Dean asks, because he definitely didn’t hear that right.

Castiel tilts his head, a leftover tick from his angel days that Dean would be lying if he claimed to find anything but idiotically endearing. He knows this is his own fault, owing to that rather memorable moment a week ago when Cas wandered into this very same kitchen with a (fairly) legitimate question and Dean just didn’t know when to shut up.

Explicit. 15k words. (Complete)

[bunker, human Castiel, porn with feelings, assertive!Dean, shameless!Cas]

Stand By Me by @compulsive-baker

After Lisa leaves an infant Ben in Dean’s care, he stops looking for love, until love finds him in the form of a blue eyed writer named Cas. They fall in love and help each other heal from past trauma and raise Ben as a family.

Mature. 80k words. (WIP)

[Friends to lovers, singleDad!Dean, writer!Cas, domestic fluff]

Warnings: mentioned character death/suicide, mentioned past rape

Dean and the Doula by @whichstiel

Dean meets Cas, Eileen’s doula, at the hospital the night she gives birth. The attraction is instant and mutual.

Explicit. 3.2k words. (Complete)

[Destiel, Saileen, Doula Cas, Fluff]

Warning: some discussion of childbirth and postpartum depression

Cas Liking Pop Music Is Cute by @waywardfic

When Dean can’t stop thinking about Cas, he decides to spend time with him. Dean soon learns that Cas likes pop music, which he finds cute. Fluff and romance ensues.

Explicit. 665 words. (Complete)

[So much fluff, Bunker!fic, first kiss]

How Do I Love Thee by @ialwayscomewhenyoucall

Dean notices that Cas reads a lot of poetry, and starts leaving him poetry around the bunker to brighten his days. It becomes a challenge: can Dean find a poem that Cas doesn’t immediately recognize?

General Audiences. 1.2k words. (Complete)

[established relationship, canon, human!cas, MoL bunker, fluff (of course!)]

#fanfic submission thursday #week 4: fluff #PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST TO GET THESE GREAT FICS OUT TO THE TUMBLR UNIVERSE

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aniallstory-blog · 7 years ago

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Chapter Six

Note: I’ve been super inspired and writing up a storm this week! I wrote two whole chapters today so I decided to post another one. If it would be easier for people to follow if I posted them on a more set schedule then just let me know and I’ll figure something out!

Also, if there’s any requests for parts of Avery and Niall’s past that you’d like to read about feel free to make suggestions and I’ll see if I can fit them in! :)

A week later I found myself wandering through Dublin airport, my eyes peeled for any sign of Niall. It was a bit ridiculous, we were flying in from completely different countries after all, but I was eager to see him and his flight did land only ten minutes before mine. After our conversation last weekend when he was drunk, Niall had suddenly become much more mushy and romantic. He was always open about his feelings, we both were, but there were times when he was away that he would take it to another level. There were novel length text messages telling me how much I mean to him, constant admissions of love and selfies almost every time I checked my phone. He missed me and I was soaking it up. After the doubts had started to creep in about Niall's desire to marry me, his sudden overly affectionate attitude was just what I needed.

“Avery! Over here!” I heard the voice of my future mother-in-law call out.

I turned towards her voice and spotted her through the crowd, standing with Niall's grandmother Margaret as well.

“Hello!” I smiled once I'd made my way towards them. “It's so good to see you both!”

I quickly gave them each a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“How was your flight?” Margaret asked. “Not too bumpy I hope, it's a windy day today.”

“It wasn't too bad,” I assured her. “A bit rough on the landing, but I survived.”

“We're glad to hear that!” Maura laughed. “Can I take your bag?”

“Oh no, I'm fine, thanks.” I smiled. “Have you seen Niall yet?”

They shared a knowing smile, probably silently mocking me for how desperate I was to see him.

“His flight landed at the other terminal,” Maura explained. I hadn't even thought about that. “He said he'd walk over once he made it through passport control so he shouldn't be too long now.”

“Great,” I smiled, looking to the entrance almost as if I expected him to be there already. As I looked back towards his family, my eyes settled on a little cafe and I suddenly realized I hadn't had a coffee yet. “Would either of you like a tea or coffee? I think I'm going to grab one.”

“That sounds lovely!” Margaret agreed.

We had been sat at the table drinking our coffee (which I had insisted was my treat despite much protest) for almost twenty minutes when a very familiar voice interrupted our conversation.

“There ya are!” He said, sounding exasperated. “Been wanderin' around this terminal for ages lookin' for the three of ye.”

Apparently we'd been so caught up in our conversation that we'd forgotten to keep an eye on the door.

“Sorry, honey,” Maura apologized as I jumped out of my chair and threw my arms around him. “We weren't sure how long you'd be.”

Niall let go of his suitcase and wrapped his arms around me as well, but there was no squeeze or sign of the affection he'd been showering me with all week.

“Did ya get me a coffee at least?” He grumbled as I pulled out of our little embrace.

“I didn't want it to get cold if it took you a while to get here,” I explained. “But I can get you want now if you'd like one.”

He huffed and reached for his wallet.

“Can get it myself,” He mumbled causing me to frown and swat him as his grandmother and mother shared another knowing look. They'd obviously dealt with Niall in this mood just as often as I had.

“Don't be like that, Niall.” I chided him. “I haven't seen you in weeks, your family haven't seen you since Christmas and you're being a grump because we weren't standing by the door waiting for you?”

Niall sighed and I could see the tension ease from his shoulders.

“Sorry, Ava, you're right,” He conceded. “M'just jetlagged and cranky, didn't sleep much on the plane.”

“Well I'll warn you now then,” Maura spoke up as Niall put an arm back around me so I could snuggle into his side. “Your brother's at home. Theo's been desperate to see you since he heard you were comin'.”

I glanced up at Niall, expecting more annoyance given the tension that had risen between the two brothers over the last few years, but was relieved when he simply shrugged.

“S'okay, I can deal with him. Haven't seen Theo in far too long anyway.”

Maura's face lit up at Niall's decision to take the high road, the tension between her sons always bothering her more than she wanted to admit.

“Great, then get your coffee if you're going to and we'll be on our way.”

“Uncle Niall!” Theo screeched, running towards us as soon as we walked through the door.

“Theo!” Niall screamed back, any hint of his earlier annoyance disappearing completely as he scooped him up into his arms. “How've ya been buddy?”

“Good!” He squeaked throwing his arms around Niall's neck. “Tanks for comin' to visit!”

“Of course! Gotta come see me favourite nephew!” Niall turned so they were facing me. “And look who else came to say hi!”

“Auntie Avery!” He beamed as he leaned over to give me a hug while Niall held him up.

“Hey, Theo!” I smiled, squeezing him gently. “When did you get so big? You've grown so much since I last saw you!”

Theo giggled and buried his face in Niall's neck shyly. Niall was soaking it all up. I knew that despite his issues with his brother, he loved his nephew and would have liked to be able to see him more. He was great with kids and Theo couldn't have asked for a better uncle.

“Theo! I told you not to bombard them the moment they walked through the door!” Denise scolded as she appeared in the doorway to the kitchen.

“Sorry, Mama,” Theo mumbled sheepishly, keeping his face tucked against Niall.”Sorry, Uncle Niall.”

“S'alright, little man. I was just as excited to see ya too,” Niall assured him. “But ya gotta listen to your Ma, alright? They always know best.”

Theo nodded as Maura squeezed past the two of them.

“Well let's not stand in the doorway all day. Come sit down, leave the bags and we'll move them up to your room later.” She insisted as she walked by Denise into the living room. “Would anyone like a cup of tea?”

I followed her, ready to help as everyone chorused that they would like tea, stopping to hug Denise on my way.

A few hours later I was curled up in a corner of Maura's couch with my second cup of tea, talking with the women in Niall's family. Niall and his brother were outside with Theo playing with a little toy golf set Niall had brought over for his nephew. It was really meant to be used inside, but Theo insisted he wanted to play properly which meant Niall and Greg were spending most of the afternoon chasing after the little fake ball as it got swept away in the wind.

“Niall's so good with Theo,” Margaret mused as we looked out the window and saw Niall fall dramatically to the ground as the ball hit him square in the face. Theo ran over, giggling hysterically to make sure he was okay and Niall grabbed him and pulled him to the ground as soon as he got close enough.

“He is,” I smiled. “He's great with all kids really.”

Maura smirked and eyed me up.

“Well I wouldn't say no to more grandchildren,” She informed me causing Denise to laugh and shake her head.

“They're not even married yet,” She pointed out. “Leave the poor girl alone until after that at least. Besides, they might not even want kids.”

Maura and Margaret both looked horrified at the idea.

“We do,” I said with a laugh as I thought back to first time we'd had that conversation.

I was being uncharacteristically quiet on the drive home and I knew Niall had noticed, but there were too many thoughts racing through my mind for me to care. We'd been out at dinner with the rest of One Direction since it was the first time all the guys had been in the same city since the hiatus had started a few months ago. They were desperate not to lose touch or get too busy with their own lives so they'd made sure to schedule in a night out together when they could. I'd turned down every alcoholic drink offered to me and had barely said a word the whole time and I knew it was killing Niall, but I couldn't tell him, not until I knew for sure.

I was late. Almost an entire week. And I was terrified. I'd only been on birth control for a month so I wasn't entirely used to it, but I knew my period was supposed to start three or four days after I finished the active pills, definitely not after I started the next pack. I cursed myself for trusting it. We'd scrapped the condoms as soon as it was safe to do so and the lack of barrier had brought us closer, but now I was thinking it wasn't worth it. Obviously the pill hadn't worked and we'd made the biggest mistake of our lives.

I sighed quietly to myself and finally drew my eyes from where I'd been staring at my hands in my lap. Immediately I saw a 24 hour pharmacy on the corner of the intersection we were approaching and I knew what I needed to do.

“Pull in there,” I said before I could stop myself, my voice rough and quiet from lack of use.

“What?” Niall asked, looking shocked to hear me speak.

“Pull in there!” I repeated, louder and with more urgency, panicked that he would miss the turn.

He gave me a look that clearly told me how insane he thought I was, but did as I asked. Once we were parked, I pulled off my seat belt, but froze when he did the same.

“Wait here,” I demanded.

“What?” He asked again, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Why can't I come in with ya? Stretch me legs a bit.”

“We've only been driving for ten minutes, your legs are fine,” I insisted, my tone much harsher than I intended. “Wait here.”

Niall shook his head, but his movement stilled and I knew he'd do as I asked so I got out of the car as he mumbled something about how ridiculous I was acting.

I found the pregnancy tests quickly and silently prayed that the older man behind the counter didn't have a daughter who was obsessed with One Direction, but luckily he didn't seem to have a clue who I was and I very much doubted there would be headlines about my purchase in the morning.

When I got back to the car, the air was tense.

“Okay, we can go,” I told Niall, wrapping the bag around the box inside it so it was well hidden from view.

“Not going anywhere until you tell me what ya just bought,” Niall said sternly, his voice telling me there was no room for arguing. My stomach clenched with nerves and I felt like I was about to throw up.

“Tampons?” I offered weakly, but regretted it when I saw a flash of anger in Niall's eyes.

“Don't lie to me,” He scolded. “You've been quiet all day, couldn't even perk up around our friends and you didn't have a drop of alcohol all night. A-are ya pregnant?”

Hearing him say the word out loud combined with the nervous hesitation when he asked me made tears well up in my eyes.

“I don't know,” I admitted. “That's why I bought the test.”

“Shit,” Niall cursed as he ran a hand through his hair and that was all it took for the tears I'd been holding back all day to break through. Before Niall could even blink I was sobbing hysterically in the passenger seat of his car. “Whoa, hey. Calm down. S'gonna be okay, Ava.”

“I'm sorry,” I sobbed. “I'm so sorry. I know we didn't plan this and I know you're going to Asia with your cousins and it's such horrible timing. I don't know how it happened! I swear I didn't do it on purpose, I'm not trying to trap you!”

“Trap me? What're ya on about?” He asked, reaching out to hold my hand. “Ya don't need to trap me, m'not goin' anywhere. And I'm only goin’ to Asia for six weeks or I can cancel the whole thing if that's what ya want. We can go anytime. That's if ya even are pregnant. Let's find out before we start the waterworks, alright?”

I sniffled, wiping my eyes as I nodded. My sobs had subsided as Niall's calm voice reassured me and he rubbed my hand with his thumb.

“Sorry, I've just been holding that in all day,” I admitted through my sniffling. “I guess the dam just broke.”

“S'alright. Now let's get home and figure this out.”

The drive home was silent. Niall kept his hand in mine the whole way and I could feel the slight shake in his fingers. He was as scared as I was. I practically tore out of the car when I got to the house, but Niall was hot on my heels.

“Wait out there!” I shouted through the bathroom door as I wiggled my pants down.

Once the deed was done, I set the two tests on the counter and set the timer on my phone for five minutes.

“I thought birth control was supposed to be 99 percent effective,” Niall mumbled as I walked out of the bathroom.

He was sat on the bed, looking down at his hands as he picked at his nails and I realized that now it was my turn to reassure him a bit.

“It is, but there's always that one percent. Maybe we're just unlucky,” I pointed out. “And I know we did what they said and waited seven days before not using condoms, but maybe we should have waited eight just to be sure.”

“Well if they want ya to wait eight then they should tell ya that!” Niall practically shrieked. “Jesus Christ, ya can't change the rules like that. Not when there's so much at stake!”

“I know, Ni,” I assured him, sitting next to him. “And that might not be true, I'm just throwing out ideas. Trying to figure it out myself. I took all my pills exactly on time, I never missed a day. I think, if I am, it's just a fluke.”

I leaned my head on his shoulder, fighting back tears of my own once again.

“I must have some determined sperm,” He joked, placing his hand on my leg and squeezing gently. “But we'll get through this, alright? We have the money and I'm off work indefinitely. I'll take care of ya. I promise.”

I teared up again at his assurance, but my phone went off before I could answer him. I leapt off the bed and into the bathroom, snatching the two tests I'd taken off the counter. Both of them clearly showed one single line.

“I'm not pregnant,” I breathed out, relief filling every part of my body. “We're not having a baby.”

“Woohoo!” Niall cheered, pumping his fist in the air and actually jumping for joy. “Thank fuckin' God!”

He continued cheering and laughing for a few minutes, until he looked up and noticed my face.

“You don't have to be that happy about it,” I told him before he had time to question why I wasn't celebrating with him.

“Are ya jokin'? Don't tell me ya actually wanted to be.”

“No, no, definitely not,” I assured him. “The timing is horrible and we're still so young.”

“So what's not to be happy about then?”

“You're acting like having children with me would be the worst thing in the world.”

I was being a tad harsh, I knew it. But it had been a rough, long, emotional day and seeing his extreme reaction to me not being pregnant was a bit unsettling. We'd never talked about kids, but I wanted to have some one day and this level of reaction was making me think that maybe he didn't.

The smile on his face fell and I instantly felt bad.

“I didn't mean it like that, Ava,” He insisted, stepping towards me and reaching out for my hand. “I wanna have kids with ya, I swear. I wanna have a family and all that stuff. Just not right now. We have lots to do before then and right now m'just really relieved we don't have to deal with those things yet. M'not ready to be a dad. Can still barely take care of you and myself.”

I pulled my hand away from his and he looked hurt until I moved to wrap my arms around him.

“You're right. I'm sorry, that wasn't a fair thing for me to say.” I admitted, standing on my toes to bury my face in his neck. “It's just been a stressful day, I'm tired and cranky.”

“If you've been feelin' how I felt that last half hour all day then I dunno how you didn't kill someone,” Niall teased, nuzzling into my hair. “Ya should've told me. Shouldn't have dealt with that all by yerself.”

“I didn't want to worry you over nothing. I was going to tell you as soon as I knew, if there was something to tell.” He squeezed me tighter, but didn't reply and we stood there in silence, reflecting on what we'd just been through. After a few minutes, I spoke up again. “So you do want to have kids with me one day?”

My voice was quiet, but I knew this was an important thing to discuss and wanted to clear it up before it weighed on my mind and became a problem.

“Absolutely,” Niall was quick to assure me. “I can't wait to be a dad. Want as many little ones as you'll give me. They'll be the cutest things the world as ever seen, 'specially if they take after their Ma.”

My heart soared as his confession and I pulled back just enough to place a kiss on his lips.

“Perfect, I want lots too,” I smiled. “And just for the record, you take great care of me. Probably better than I take care of myself. You'll be the best dad ever.”

A few days later I went to the doctor just to be absolutely sure and luckily they confirmed exactly what the at home tests had said. Apparently, birth control can sometimes cause you to completely skip a period and it was just my body’s way of adjusting to it. Which was something that Niall and I both agreed should also be mentioned in the information that they give you when you first start taking the pill.

“We're definitely going to wait until after the wedding though,” I said, smiling as Niall threw Theo over his shoulder and pretended to drop him, making Theo laugh so hard we could hear it from inside.

He would be an amazing dad once we decided to have kids and seeing him laughing and playing with Theo made a tiny little part of me wish that we didn't have to wait.

#niall horan #niall horan fanfiction #niall fic #niall horan fic #niall horan fan fiction #years&years

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twisted-petal · 8 years ago

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To Those Who Thought I Died: I Did

This is going to be quite the lengthy one. I have no clue who is even on here, I have not checked, and I do not care; This is just going to be a massive vent post as I have no one to talk to, and the few who know half of this shit are either gone because of it, or I did not like their responses and I do not feel like dealing with more of it. Some of this will also be me trying to convince myself that I’m not as fucked up as I think I am, and that I truly did what I thought was best to avoid confrontation or whatever bullshit that happened.

“2016 was the worst year ever!!” Many people said this, and for me it’s still 2016. Too many thing have happened since the start of last year, up until now, that have completely shattered who I am was. All that work I put into finding myself, creating myself, and nearly coming to accept my existence. Here I am at ground level.

Most of this shit is my fault, and despite what some have told me, I believe I am to blame for every second of every incident - whether I understand it or not. I am supposed to take responsibility for my own problems as an adult, right?

At the start of last year I got incredibly sick from walking to and from work all winter. As much as I hate taking days off, I just could not function, and they barely had me working any days those three weeks, anyway. I took the bite out of my paycheck. Even though my savings from my previous job were meager, I knew I could take it fine enough (so long as there were no emergencies). This sicky tidbit comes into play later.

Around this time I was also (sort of) dating a co-worker - Corey… After spending more money than I am proud to admit to bake him cupcakes from scratch (I had no baking supplies, either) for Valentine’s Day, he tells me he spent the morning with an ex (who he caught getting plowed by her ex, in their home), and that he realized he still had feelings for her, so who would not come to see me. Gee. I wonder what happened. ¬__¬ Maybe it didn’t. Maybe it did. All I know is that I am too nice for my own good, and yes, he is going to be a major topic throughout this post; I accepted him back.

There was a side to him that truly glowed for me, a part of someone I adore, and a part that he (and many others) does not show anyone else. His passions, his past, his fears, and all sorts of dumb shit. Because of this, and the few times he would surprise me with thoughtful action, I endured far more than I should have. I will get into his sexual guilt, later. Maybe… Iunno, just done talking about him for now.

One of the nice things about him was that if I had a hard time walking home, all I needed to do was make him feel bad enough that I was hurting or that it was pouring rain and he would finally pick me up and take me home because he was worried. To avoid more about him…

Almost three years ago I injured myself at an old job and I was never able to the injury checked out or fixed. No Worker’s Comp as my store manager saw me as a liability since there were no cameras, and she believed I wasn’t following the rules; Ironically enough, this was the one day I was following the rules. Longer story short, as this is a post for 2016-present: I slipped on the stool I needed to reach the top of the trailer (solo truck unloader), twisting my ankle, banging my knee on a point of the metal accordion rollers on my way to the trailer floor, landing on the side of my foot, and twisting it a couple more times. I then continued unloading the truck, helped everyone get the U-Boats (weird carts) in their place, and finished my shift stocking what I was assigned. Then stocked my departments the next day. Aaaannnd just kept on working

At my last job, it was a three mile walk to and from, which I started in fall, along with moving in with a friend’s brother (more on that ordeal, later), and with my already bad knees hating the cold, I was now dealing with an ankle that absolutely despised the cold and gave me Hell. Walk to work, stand at the register, stock shelves, arrange inventory (Christmas trees, lights, various decor, plants, soil/mulch, cement bird baths/lawn statues, grills, mowers, lawn furniture/umbrellas, pots, etc.), run carry-outs/help load trucks and shit, cover other departments, push pallets, and other stuff I should have been doing on my ankle, then finally walk home to take care of my bunny boys, maybe eat some noodles while watching Game Grumps, then sleeeeeep.

It is not news to anyone that as known me for very long at all that I do not like to burden anyone; I do not like asking for/accepting help or complaining/making a fuss over things, nor do I like confrontation. I just deal with shit. I do as I’m told. I see to others’ comforts and needs before my own. I am too nice for my own good. Yet somehow, as I’m about to vent/rant/vrent (about), I got kicked out of where I was. I seriously have no clue why! He legit refused to explain. I asked. The entire time I was there he would not tell me a single fucking thing! Such as: late-night parties I would come home to at midnight, leaving town for 3-7 days where I just assumed the role of cat-sitter (nothing new there, and guess what, more on this in a bit), needing any help around the house or financially, letting me know he lost his job (saw unemployment letters while sorting the mail. I get it’s his business, but we live together and I’m there to help?), if I bothered him in any way, or, just… Anything.

Point being: I wouldn’t ask for a ride, and I would frequently turn offers down. When I had my early morning shifts my roommate offered me a couple rides since he was up early anyway, but after a ride or two I started to feel bad as he ended up needing to wake up earlier to take me. There were a few I accepted because they seemed too concerned to deny, and once or twice I called up my roommate due to some shady characters hanging around me after my shift (when I was scheduled late at night).

Honestly, I did what I could to just stay out of his hair… Cleaning the few dishes I used (generally ate noodle cups - more on this rant and more in a sec) immediately or the next day, didn’t mess with his stuff even though he gave me permission on most things, and avoided asking for assistance or favors or asked to borrow anything, and I tried offering things to help out like buying the washer and dryer I had living with an old boyfriend (so he didn’t have to drive to do his laundry and I didn’t have to walk as I felt bad for asking and he wasn’t offering - though a friend drove me to another town to use his…), and getting Food Stamps to help, as per his request.

Now… Originally I suggested we buy a cheap washer and dryer together, to which he would continuously ignore my messages until finally getting upset saying he didn’t want to, so I bought a set myself. I wasn’t about to haul a sack of laundry for a mile, use up a bunch of quarters, and hike it back every week or so, and I thought I was being helpful in offering to help pay, or even pay for it myself (which ended up happening) if he would just check them out with me. Apparently I did wrong? The only explaination I received was that he just didn’t want to, and that then he wouldn’t have an excuse to drive to his brother’s place to play games… Either way, I told him I was getting them and that he could use them if he wished.

As for the food… I kept him up-to-date on the status of my benefits (when I was getting them and how much), and told him if he wanted to get anything to let me know. Whether that be asking to pick things up from work or go on a shopping trip. The only thing that he ever said were complaints that he only ate ramen (which was far from the truth, and how he couldn’t afford food after I was lowering the amount he paid in rent by paying him is beyond me), but he would never ask, and I was tired of reminding him that I had my card and we could get food. … Correction: He asked me to buy supplies for him to make enchiladas for his fu-friend, but I didn’t get the message until my lunch break at 8pm, sooooo I was too late. My bad… Sorry? I would have… I told him I work ‘til midnight…

So for the most part I would eat cheap burgers at McDonald’s (woo! 10% discount! More than my own employers gave me…), ramen, noodle cups, and other microwave stuff here and there, and he seemed to make a lot of rice dishes so I hiked home with a 20# bag of rice and showed him where it was (he never used it). I was saving my benefits for when he finally took the initiative and offers to finally get food. Ended up getting my benefits cut because of this, which is the main reason I started eating more. Even though I felt horrible for eating at home because he never asked! He’s a big boy. I told him I had them and we could get food. I… Ugh! Repeat rant…

The cat… I miss him dearly… He just showed up one day. I exit my room one afternoon, housemate was gone, and there was a small, black kitten staring at me. He became my little buddy… Always greeting me when I got home and begging me to pick him up so he could rub his face on the bill of my hat efore clawing his way to sit on my shoulders. I played with him every day (freaken high energy thing!), and was training him to fetch and other small commands. I’m a dog person… ^^;

His owner neglected him… His (Ninja’s) bowl would be left empty all day… Brief explaination of the day-to-day: Housemate left for work about 4:30 am (I forget when he would get home, as I would usually be working, and he often wouldn’t get home until much later in the day), and I generally left work around 11am (whatever my shift, I was gone at least 12 hours from a full shift and walking). I checked his bowl every morning and night. Sometimes he would have a few bites left and sometimes it was empty. There were a few days where I was in a rush and didn’t have time to fill it. On these days where it was/near empty, I would get home and the bowl would be empty. He informed me early on that his plan was to keep it filled. I kept it filled.

Oh hey! Character limit! XD I’ve barely begun and only know to extend this by making multiple posts… Posting in reverse so hopefully it’s a more seamless read… If read.

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