#i finished it some hours ago but i've been staying up making edits

[minnophee-writes]

Right Where You Were Meant To Be

Fandom: Avengers [Marvel]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Plus-size Reader

Summary: The reader has a crush on Bucky the second she looked at him but she also has feelings of self-consciousness about her body and doubts she’d ever end up with Bucky or any guy like Bucky. That all changes one night at one of Tony’s parties.

Word Count: 2,760 words

A/N: This is a cute little one-shot idea I had and just wanted to write out. I feel there aren’t many plus-size!reader stories so I wanted to make my own. I’m a chubby girl and felt like I needed some love, lmao. Any mistakes I take responsibility for, this story wasn’t beta read, so I apologize for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!! <3 <3 <3 [edit: this is an old fanfic lol]

It all started when you looked at him for the first time. He had just moved into the Tower, and you had just gotten the job as Tony's new assistant since Pepper had become CEO of Stark Industries. Because you worked in an environment with superheroes who were very fit and healthy, you had become self-conscious of yourself; whether it would be what you wore, the things you ate, or just how your body looked in general.

Being a bigger girl, it often took a toll on your mental health when you would notice the glances, the whispering, the judgmental stares, and how shopping for clothes in your size was difficult, and it made you feel like you had to lose weight to fit in and belong. You felt alone and isolated.

You didn't have any friends; you didn't even talk to many of your co-workers, and just kept to yourself a majority of the time. When Bucky moved in, you noticed he did the same. He didn't speak much to the rest of the team, he mostly stayed in his room, and only hung around Steve. Bucky was very fit, and his muscular body showed it whenever he wore tight-fitted clothing. You would never wear tight-fitted clothing for fear of having your plumpness accentuated.

After five months working for Tony and having a more friendly relationship with the rest of the team, you had built a few close bonds with some of the heroes. Wanda and Natasha were your closest girlfriends and would regularly have 'Lady's Nights' every Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Tony, Clint, Sam, and Steve were like your older brothers and would look out for you.

You and Steve made it a routine to do small exercise and yoga in the afternoons just after 4 o'clock. How this all started was because you wanted to accomplish small goals for yourself, as Sam told you to do to help with your mental health.

"Steve," You called out as you stepped into the Tower's gym, the one place you knew where to find Steve if he wasn't in the common room.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)! What's up?" Steve turned to face you as he held the punching bag still while he watched you walk closer to him, noticing you fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

"I just... I wanted to start doing light exercises, you know, to boost my endorphins, and so I have something to do in the afternoons when I've finished with work." It wasn't a complete lie, but it just sugar-coated the fact that you just wanted to lose weight to gain confidence in yourself.

Steve had agreed to help you; he wouldn't push you too much either because he didn't want you to strain anything and not push you out of your comfort zone too much. Both of you would exercise for an hour each day in the afternoons. This routine had been going on for six weeks, and you were enjoying it. You felt better about yourself each week when you would check your progress and write down how much you lost during the week; you were more confident than you were all those weeks ago before asking Steve for help.

During one of those afternoon exercises, you and Steve were both in the Adho Mukha pose with Steve wearing his usual tight t-shirt, that you swore was a size too small, and shorts while you wore a loose, black tank top, and tight-fitted leggings that complemented the shape of your plump ass. You were so in the zone that you hadn't heard the gym doors open and the sound of footsteps coming closer to you. Bucky stood behind you and Steve, him getting an eyeful of your butt while he cleared his throat to catch his best friend's attention.

"Hey, Bucky! I didn't notice you were there. (Y/N) and I were doing some yoga, would you like to join us?"

You. Were. Mortified. You quickly stood up beside Steve and looked down at your feet, trying to avoid looking at Bucky after having your ass practically in his face.

"Uh, I kinda have to get ready for 'Girl's Night' tonight, but I think Bucky can keep you company." You nervously spoke, having your words jumble out quickly due to your inner-embarrassment. "I'll see you later, Steve!"

You bolted out of the gym as fast as your legs could go and made it up into your room without another incident. When you flopped onto your bed, you let out a loud, exhausted sigh before closing your eyes shut tightly. 'Why did I have to act like a nervous wreck? You didn't even let him talk for Christ's sake!' After beating yourself up over the little incident, you started to get ready for 'Girl's Night' with Nat and Wanda.

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It was two hours into 'Girl's Night' and you, Nat and Wanda had, at least, drank four glasses of Kraken Rum and about three shots of Vodka. You were more relaxed and carefree, enjoying your time with your best friends while gossiping about an episode of Criminal Minds you all saw the other day together.

"Not gonna lie, I would love to have a man like Morgan. Have you seen his muscles? And how he kicks down doors like a badass?" You gushed.

"That is true, and I fully believe Morgan and Garcia should be together. They have chemistry and look so cute!" Wanda loved her Morgan and Garcia ship.

"Eh, I like to have a super cute genius but that's just my opinion" Nat took a sip of her fruity vodka drink while shrugging her shoulders.

"Of course you would, you're with Bruce and that's a little bias, Nat." You gently shoved your red-haired friend playfully.

You and Wanda giggled like school girls when Natasha scoffed before she pointed an accusing finger at you.

"Well, says you, (Y/N)! You practically drool whenever you see Barnes."

That shut you up quickly. 'How does she know?! Play it off...'

"That's very funny Nat, but I don't know what you mean."

"Don't bullshit me, (Y/N). I've seen the way your cheeks get all pink and how your eyes are glued to him whenever he walks by. You're so smitten it's grossly cute." Then Wanda turned to you with a small smirk on her face.

"Maybe you should ask him to work out with you and Steve!"

Flashbacks of your embarrassment earlier that day made your face go pale. 'Absolutely not'. You shook your head furiously, staring at your two friends with fear. There was no way you'd have the guts to do such a thing, not after how you acted around him before. Plus, you didn't want him to look at you with disgust when he looks at you working out. You shake off all the negative thoughts before finishing off your last bits of rum.

"I think I'm going to head off to bed now, gotta wake up early tomorrow. Tony wants me to help him organize and plan a gala party to celebrate his newest project. And when I say to 'help him' I mean I'll be doing most of the work while he hides away in his lab with Bruce." You said before walking off and waving the girls goodbye.

2 weeks later...

You had most of the gala planned out. You had booked a cute catering company to organize some food dishes for everyone and even hired a group of people to decorate one of the large common rooms that would fit all the guests on Tony's guest-list. You had even bought a cute new dress to wear for the party. The party was starting that night at 7:30 and you would hopefully get everything done while having an hour and a half to spare to get ready.

When the decorating and planning finished, you quickly made your way to your room and got showered and changed. You stood in front of your mirror for quite some time, nitpicking every flaw you could see, judging your appearance because you knew how the other women at the party were going to look flawless and have every man swooping in for them. A sudden knock on your door snapped you out of your negative thoughts.

"(Y/n), you ready?" Wanda's voice called from the other side.

"Y-yeah! I'm coming now." You dashed for the door to get away from the mirror so you can't put yourself down even more. Once opening the door, Wanda linked your arm with hers, and both of you walked toward the elevator.

Telling FRIDAY which floor, you both arrived just as a few of the guests were mingling around; drinking, eating, and chatting. You glanced around, hoping to see the familiar faces of your friends, spotting Sam, Nat, and Clint near the bar where Natasha was serving the drinks. Tony was standing next to Pepper and being an absolute flirt as always while Steve and Bucky were standing near a corner with drinks in hand. Before you could make your way over to the bar, Wanda told you to wait where you were while she goes to quickly touch up her make-up, disappearing before you could say a word. You stood there awkwardly and looked around, making sure everything was going swimmingly until you felt a presence behind you. A tap on your confirmed that someone was indeed behind you.

You turned around to see a group of two slender women and three muscular men staring at you with smug and cocky smiles on their faces.

"Can we get some more drinks? And make them with a little more alcohol this time." One of the men quirked an eyebrow, waiting for you to scurry off to grab their drinks.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not part of catering. I'm-"

"You certainly look it though, I mean, you're not dressed like you're here as a guest. The dress you're wearing looks like the other catering staff." A woman spat, her eyes narrowed at you. You started to feel self-conscious about your outfit now, realizing the color-scheme looked very similar to the catering staff.

"Plus, the dress isn't that flattering for your body hun. We can practically see your muffin top and panty lines with how tight that dress is on you." The other woman commented while she leaned to the side to glance at more of your plush figure.

A stinging sensation began to appear behind your eyes, feelings of doubt, and an anxiety attack began to make themselves known. So looked away from the group and quickly made for the elevator, shooting Wanda a quick text saying you weren't feeling too well. 'How stupid of me to think I even looked good or that I could fit in at the party.' By the time the elevator doors reached your floor and the doors opened, hot tears were falling down your cheeks as you tried to furiously wipe them away with zero results. The tears kept flowing down as you began to walk down the hallway to your room; quiet footsteps barely making noise as they followed you. Just as your hand settled on the door handle, a warm hand clasped onto your shoulder gently. With a yelp, you spun around with a jump to look at your "attacker", only to find a pair of stormy blue eyes staring at your teary eyes intensely.

Bucky's eyes held hints of concern and worry, but it was hard to see because he was good at hiding his emotions, and the fact that your eyes were blurry from crying.

"You okay, (Y/n)? I saw you leave the party quickly and noticed how fast your breathing was." Bucky had to look down at you because he was so tall, or was it because you were just very short?

"I'm fine, Bucky. I just don't do well in crowded places or with so many strangers. I got a bit overwhelmed but it's fine now." You weakly smiled but he could see right through it, he always did.

"You had a panic attack after speaking to a group of people and judging by the looks they gave you while talking to them, I can only believe it wasn't a pleasant conversation." Bucky then brought both his flesh and metal hands to cup your face while he peered into your eyes more. "Tell me what happened, doll."

You sighed, you knew he wasn't going to let this go. Even though you both barely spoke to each other, he still cared for you like the both of you knew each other for years. Something about his calm voice and caring nature helped your nerves settle.

"They thought I was part of catering and asked if I could get them more drinks. I told them I wasn't catering, only for them to make snarky comments about my outfit and body. But it's fine, I'm used to having those comments made to me, I've dealt with those types of people all my life." Your hands gently held his and tried to move them away from your face but Bucky didn't budge.

"You don't believe them, right? I mean, I think the dress looks good on you. It shows off your curves and any man who doesn't get blown away is blind."

You gave a humorless laugh and shook your head at Bucky, looking down at the floor.

"You're just saying that to be nice to me, Buck. We both know girls like me don't belong in a place like this, or a party like that. You can go back to the party, I don't want to waste more of your time." You went to turn away when Bucky held your upper arms tightly.

"Not a chance, doll. I'm not a fan of crowds myself and was about to leave the party myself until I saw you run away. I'd rather spend my time with you and making sure you don't ever think that you don't belong."

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, his stare was intense with adoration and love while you stared at him in shock that he'd want to spend time with you. Before you could blink, Bucky leaned down and you felt his soft lips on yours, his arms wrapping around you and caging you into a warm and gentle embrace. Your hands rested onto his firm chest while his hands rested on your lower back, just above your butt. At first, you were in shock but then you gave in to the kiss and snaked your arms around his neck, your fingers embedded into his long hair.

The kiss was full of passion, and so much love that you didn't think it was possible. When the need for air was too much, you both separated and looked into each other's eyes once again.

"H-how? Why me? We barely know each other!"

"Because, (Y/n), I've been smitten for you since I first laid eyes on you but didn't have the guts to tell you. Steve's been a punk and trying to get me to join your work out sessions for weeks but I was too nervous to do it." Bucky's cheeks tinted red as he chuckled.

"And why's that? I was scared that if saw me working out, that you'd be grossed out by my body." You explained, chewing on your bottom lip.

"I could never be grossed out, sweetheart. I love a woman with curves and plumpness to her. I was nervous that if I watched you work out, I would try to make a move on you too fast and scare you away. I didn't want that to happen." Bucky grabbed your chin and leaned in again, his lips almost touching yours. "And you looked downright sexy in those tights, they shape your ass well."

You gasped and lightly smacked his shoulder while he smirked at you. His playfulness coming through. You made the first move this time and got onto your tippy toes to kiss him. It was quicker than the first but still held the same emotions. With so much strength you underestimated he had, Bucky lifted you up - your legs wrapped around his waist - as he opened your door and carried you over to your bedroom. Both of you watched a bunch of movies in your room; many kisses were shared before you both passed out, cuddled up under your fluffy blankets, safe in Bucky's arms. 

Right where you were meant to be all along.

[stupendousghostswan]

EDIT : I leant of the ship they pushed upon the fans. I am not laughing anymore. FUCK CANON. Arf, I really think it but will need some time. Emotions are high. (respect to their shippers. Ship and let ship. It's that they pulled it in canon like that that bothers me.)

Gonna be honest : that tua has such a bad ending is a relief in a way. It really finally not just takes the show down from its pedestal but burries it deeeeep down. And it makes it so much easier to say "fuck canon". I was stressed before this s4 , if it was good I would have struggled with saying fuck canon and dare to finally post things. Cause it means that I would have faced backlash and had to potentially face pple and get into arguments. Which with my social anxiety and extreme fatigue I just didn't feel like doing. Maybe it's a poor excuse to some but I struggle a lot with social interactions...

Now I just don't care. (I am sorry though for the people that still really cared about the show. For me this show sinked in s2. It fell out of its pedestal back then for me x). So I made my peace with the disappointment... mostly.)

And... I've been eating at myself since I fell into Fiveya/Vanya and it became my main special interest -which any other autistic I think will understand what being THE special interest means.-. I was struggling, terrified of potential backlash and thinking I'd never get to post and share anything, also that this side of the fandom was dead or dormant forever and would always stay so. I felt very alone, I really felt like I couldn't share, due to the fear of backlash. I couldn't even bring myself to try to give a bit to the fandom myself. (I know a big big big part of it was my own imposed limitations. Also I could have maybe dmed the pple I guessed where still in this ship, etc. But I have very bad social anxiety and extreme fatigue and other things so I can't fight the very bad social anxiety for this on top of... dealing with the rest of my life.)

But now I feel such relief and freedom suddenly. I care but also I don't... idk.

So me laughing at this shit ending - as I've been doing for a few hours now - is half a laugh of relief and... bc seriously to beat both GOT and supernatural?!

Now I am not saying I am actually gonna post anything anytime soon. I am excited and under lots of endorphins and dopamine here. But my social anxiety and lack of confidence might catch up very soon 🙈 (spoiler: THEY DID). Plus, I still find my ideas pretty uninteresting and still struggle to finish stuff and struggles a lot with confidence sooo... (and still scared of backlash).

ok also sorry but not posting this on main. I don't have this courage. This is a side account (not side blog, but full on account. I set it up months ago, waiting to either become brave or for the general fandom to die.)

I am already feeling anxiety coming back and itching to write a 3 thousand words disclaimer and explanation of certain things 😭 So i will force myself to do it quickly : I love Viktor (and fiktor) but also love fiveya and Vanya. For me they are separate paper dolls. When taking the Viktor paper doll, that is a trans man, it means obviously taking the trans experience. aka he was always there, etc. But the "existence" of his doll for me doesn't negate the "existence" of the Vanya doll. They don't really exist. It's fiction. Purely fiction. It's not one real person. The Vanya doll was used then they decided to create and use the Viktor doll.

Ok I stop there. I do not come back to edit. I do not come back to edit and/or delete. I post it and not let it lie in my drafts and have eternal regrets. Go on. Be brave. Be brave. Be brave.

(I have already spent at least two hours typing and editing before getting the courage to post it...)

[reonnex]

Wesper Fanfic wip

This is a wip of a wesper fic I had been writing! I know I should be updating my own fic but I was kinda stuck on the next chapter and decided to write something else for a break as that has been the only thing I've been working on since middle of April :)

Note that this is not edited at all and only one small section of it! (Minor cw for mentions of the tonics Jan Van Eck gave wylan and his not so great parenting skills)

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Jesper laughed after a joke Wylan had made, setting the bottle of vodka down on the table infront of them as the night continued on.

Jesper and Wylan had just finished a report on the lastest stocks and had been able to sell some new business that they had been stressing about the past few weeks, which they had to celebrate the fact.

Marya was staying away a few days visting Plumje and Alys who Marya viewed as family as well. She didn't see her as a daughter but did family even need a label?

Wylan had been worried about how Marya and Alys would get along, but he had nothing to worry about! Sure there was a little tension at first. Marya being Van Ecks first wife he tried to kill and Alys having to deal with Van Eck now in Hellgate. But after just a few hours the two became inseparable. Gossping and grinning like friends who kne each other for years.

So naturally, Jesper and Wylan had the night to themselves.

Like school boys breaking into their parents wine collection, Wylan had grabbed a few bottles from the wine celler a laughing giggling mess as he handed one to Jesper.

About only thirty minutes in to the night, Wylans cheeks were bright red now with a lopsided smile and his eyes seemed a bit unfosued.

"Im just saying-" Wylan giggled as the drink sloshed in his hand. "Think about it! Talking is just so interesting! Me just moving my mouth is sending vibrations through the air- Soundwaves- like how does thay even work? How can my body store information in my brain and I can transfer that data out by vibrations so perfect that they form sounds? Or words? For that matter why cant an instrument make words? Why can't an instrument talk to us!" He asked with full seriousness.

"Saints Wy you're such a lightweight." Jesper had laughed shaking his head. "You haven't even had a full bottle yet."

"Psh- I've drunk before! Drank...? I am drunk but I have drank plenty of times."

Jesper laughed out again. He could feel the tug of the acholol on him as well, and was definitely starting to feel drunk right now.

But definitely not as drunk as Wylan.

"You went to mercher parties growing up. How are you this drunk over not even one bottle?"

Because the ones they served at those parties are weak!" Wylan snorted. "They're like- sparkling water. And for your information Jesper Llewellyn Fahey." He teased. "I was too young to drink anything there before my father stopped taking me out in public. " He chuckled, as a unsettling feeling crept into Jesper at that comment. "The barrel though. Now this is drunk material." He held the glass up to the sky. "If this was given out to Merchers then...they would pass out. No one would be able to hold their liqueur. Maybe Kaz should replace them all next time if he wants to know secrets so badly."

Jesper laughed and shook his head again as he drank from his own glass, amused by Wylans rant.

"I used to hate drinking." He said after a moment.

"Im shocked." Jesper replied, gesturing to the now empty bottle sitting on the table infront of them.

Wylan shoved him playfully, resulting in Jesper snickering.

"Im serious!" He slurred out. "Did you know that acholol orginally was made up from rice, honey, and hawthron fruit?"

"I did not." Jesper smiled.

"Yeah! Though it could of just been grapes but it was found in residue clay pots in Shu-Han like- thousands upon thousands of years ago."

Jesper could listen to Wylan ramble for hours.

"Well technically acholol is just the name of a whole rang of molecules that are formed when oxygen and hydrogen atoms bind with an atom of carbon." Wylan explained as he drank more from his glass, frowning when nothing came out before looking back to Jesper. "But in alcoholic drinks, acholol is just the specific small molecule, ethanol." He replied.

"The ethanol....ethanol..." he snapped his fingers as if trying to find the word before finally continuing on. "Taste reminded me of my medication."

What?

"Medication?" Jesper frowned. This was not the direction he expected this coveration to go.

"Yeah!" Wylan smiled out. "Couldn't stand the smell of it for like the longest time. I would get nauseous and worry the doctor my father hired would give me more." Wylan said with such little care.

"Slow down what medicine?" Jesper asked, moving to place his drink down before leaning back on the couch, looking at Wylan worriedly.

"You know! The medication to cure me. To...to try to fix my brain to get me to read? I told you about it didnt I?"

No. No Wylan didn't.

[annakie]

We've been waiting literally ten years for a new Dragon Age game and now that it's going to be here tomorrow I am very much not ready.

My life needs to be a little less chaotic right now (it won't be until the middle of November.) The earliest I'm going to really be able to sit down and play more than a few hours is the week of Thanksgiving. But hey, I am staying home alone for Thanksgiving weekend so then I'm going to really get to devote time to just playing the hell out of the game.

I'm gonna be so behind.

It was a hard choice but I think I'm going to break the mold of me always playing a rogue first in Dragon Age games and having literally NEVER played a fighter type character in any DA game (or most any RPG ever.)

I haven't paid a ton of attention to the options yet but after a quick skim several weeks ago I think I'm going with a Grey Warden Fighter romancing Emmrich first.

Basing her off the character I just got done playing for a few years in 13th Age who is a 40-ish year old woman who, when she was only 20 years old had to make a hard call that ended up going very badly for her and it was kind of her downfall, so she spent most of the rest of the last 20 years trying to make up for it.

Second playthrough will be a rogue or mage who romances Davrin.

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I've honestly BARELY gamed the last several months, what with all the renovation stuff happening and other stuff going on in life.

This weekend I swore to change that and, after spending all day Saturday working on house projects, decided to pick back up my ME3 playthrough that I had gotten to Thessia on and never finished.

But then I had to reinstall the game since the SSD I had been playing it on died. Then I had to reinstall all the mods, and picked up a few new ones. That took a few hours to make sure I got it all right.

I did end up playing, and actually got through Thessia... and then I was tired of being at my computer all day and went outside and read a book on the patio for awhile. Then I realized something was wrong with my new airondeck chair and spent an hour fixing it (my bad, I screwed two screws in the wrong place it turns out.

By the time all that was done it was time to prep for my Sunday night D&D game.

Not gonna finish before tomorrow since I'm running D&D tonight, too and still have to do Omega in there. (Plus the Citadel Epilogue Mod AFTER the game.) Ah well.

Never did finish my 2nd BG3 playthrough.

Never did finish writing my BG3 fic. It's just languishing.

Never did play Starfield more than a few hours despite buying the deluxe edition.

Started playing My Time at Portia and still haven't played more than like 8 hours of it, despite enjoying it (with lots of mods.)

Hoping now that the house is getting close to being done where I want it to be that maybe next year I can spend some time focusing on hobbies more.

Not that I regret a single thing about how I've spent my time this entire year. :)

Working on my last two house renovation posts, too. Definitely want to finish that since my two favorite rooms (after the master bath) I saved for last.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Still With You | A Jeon Jungkook Series Chapter 3

Summary: Jungkook asks about our plans tomorrow night Pairing: Luna (reader) x Jungkook and Jimin, f2l love triangle Word Count: 4.5k~ Warnings: Explicit language (Like one word) a/n: Sorry for not posting in a couple of days. I was stressing/studying but I passed my final so I'll get back to posting a bit more Start from the beginning

Another beautiful day off comes and goes as I head into my uncles store. "Hey Grey" I say walking past her. "Took you long enough" she says while flipping through a magazine not even sparing me a glance. "I'm only four minutes late" I say checking my phone and rolling my eyes. 

"Four minutes is still four minutes" she says raising an eyebrow at me. "Whatever, is my uncle around?" I say hoping he won't be in today. "He took the morning off, so knowing him he'll probably come in and check up on us in a couple of hours" she relays and I let out a sigh of relief. 

Don't get me wrong, I love and appreciate my uncle. He's the main reason I've been able to stay in this city for so long. He let me stay in the little apartment above the store until he had time to help me find my own place and let me keep this job even though he should've fired me a long time ago. 

It's just that, sometimes it's nice to take care of the store when it's just Grey and I. "Ya! Go put your stuff in your locker and get to work. We've still gotta finish putting away the rest of the shipment" she nags. "I thought Jason was supposed to take care of that" I complain while walking toward the back to put my stuff away. 

"Apparently your uncle told him to leave it for you to do as another punishment" she says relaying the information while scrolling through her phone, abandoning the magazine and continuing to remain uninterested in my struggles. "At least I'll have something to do" I mutter to myself while putting on the hideous store vest and heading out.

Grey, she's the kind of person that you never really know if she loves you or hates you since there's not really an in-between option. 

She can be pretty rough around the edges but at the end of the day I know Grey cares about me. She puts in the time and effort to spend time together even if she's standoffish the entire time plus she's there for me in ways Jungkook can't be. 

They know how to take better care of me than I know how to take care of myself. I'm kind of a mess if I'm being honest.I'm not sure why they stick around but I will forever be in their debt. They're just different, and I'm so glad they decided to love me, mess and all. 

I'm broken out of my train of thought by the sound of the bell signaling another customer arriving. "Welcome in" I say out of routine not realizing who came in just yet. I flinch at the feeling of someone coming up behind me and wrapping their arms around my waist. 

"Miss me?" he whispers in an amused tone. "Kook!" I say feeling my mood get so much better simply by his presence. Although now I have an added feeling of butterflies that I can't seem to control, a new edition to my reactions when it comes to him. 

"Hey" he says giving a firm hug. "You should really stop daydreaming and become a bit more aware of your surroundings you know. What if someone else would've done the same" he scolds. "Then I would've known how to take care of myself" I say turning around to face him. "That's right I forgot who I'm dealing with" he says shaking his head, amused at my confidence.

"So what are you doing here?" I question curious about the surprise visit. "I just wanted to see you" he says smiling down at me. "Also I wanted to see if I could squeeze some more information out of you about our date" he says ending with a wink. 

"Shut up" I say softly placing a slap on his chest, being met with a wall of muscle. "Stop teasing you know it's not a date" I say laughing off his efforts to make me shy. "Okay I'll stop" he says laughing. 

"I'm sorry to disappoint but I'm not telling you anything. Just meet me here with the truck and wearing comfortable clothes tomorrow night. My shift ends at 10" I say giving him a secretive smile at the end. "Okay you're the boss" he says putting his hands up in surrender. 

"How was class today?" I ask curious as to what he's been working on. "Oh you know the usual, just learning my shapes and trying to color in the lines" he says jokingly. "Very funny. What are you really working on?" I say more curious since he's not sharing. "Don't worry about it. I'll show you eventually" he says patting my head.

"Stop doing that, I'm older than you remember! You should be showing me a bit more respect" I frown while fixing my hair. "You might be older than me but I'm still taller" he says teasingly. "Whatever" I say crossing my arms in irritation. 

"Aww Noona you're so adorable when you're mad" he says gushing over me. "Ew don't call me that" I say squirming at his attempt of formality. "Why not? Didn't you just say you were older than me?" he says continuing to tease me, clearly seeing the effect it has on me. 

"Okay I'm done with this conversation" I say walking past him. He turns around and grabs my wrist. "I'm sorry I'll stop" he says clearly trying to hold in his laughter. I roll my eyes at his childishness. "Goodbye Jungkook" I say sliding my wrist out of his hold. 

"Hey what the heck? I wasn't finished talking" He says starting to sport a slight pout, knowing that it's one of my many weaknesses when it comes to him. I quickly turn around hoping to avoid it and continue on towards the front of the store. 

"You can talk to me tomorrow night. Plus, I've gotta get back to work before my uncle stops by and catches me slacking off" I say, grabbing a box full of ramen and heading towards the shelf that holds the wide variety that we carry. "I guess that's fine since I'll have you all to myself soon" he says smiling at the thought. 

"Now get going" I say laughing at his slight excitement I see shining through his pout. "Alright, bye Noona" he says giving me a quick peck on the cheek and runs out the door before I can hit him for teasing me again. "Hey I told you not to call me that!" I say yelling after him. "Bye Grey" is all I hear before the bell rings, signaling his departure. 

"Did Jungkook just call you Noona?" she says clearly disgusted. "Yeah he did" I say rubbing my temple. "Does he know you have a Noona kink?" she says smirking at me. "Shhhhh" I say glancing around the shop before continuing "Not so loud! And no he doesn't. You're the only person I've told and I would like to keep it that way" I say whispering back in response. 

"But I bet you'll love it when Jimin calls you Noona" she says with yet another smirk. "Who says I'm ever gonna see him again?" I say, oblivious as to who's about to walk through the door. "I don't know, why don't you ask him?" she says waiting for my very much anticipated panicked expression.

I keep my back to the door as I hear the bell ring. "Welcome in" Grey says greeting him immediately on his arrival. "Thank you" he says with a soft smile. "Luna?" he asks coming closer. "Hi Jimin" I say awkwardly, turning around and laughing nervously at his greeting. 

"I thought that was you! How have you been?" he says smiling down at me. Gosh has he always been this tall? "Um, pretty good thanks. Just working a lot" I say a bit slower than usual trying to calm down my nerves. "How have you been" I ask reciprocating his interest. "I've been good as well, just focusing on school. Hey since you're not in school now that probably means you're a bit older than me huh?" he says making me blush slightly. 

"How old are you if you don't mind me asking" he says slightly tilting his head waiting for my response. "Oh I'm 25" I say shyly. "I was right then! I'm only 21 so that means you're my Noona!" he says with boyish charm. I can see his eyes light up in excitement at the thought. 

"Yeah I guess so. But you don't have to worry about being formal with me, it's not like I'm that much older than you" I say slightly dropping my gaze to the floor. 

"But I want to, especially since we've only just met. I couldn't possibly throw away the formalities already. Even though we are close in age doesn't mean I shouldn't respect you. Plus Luna Noona sounds kinda cute" he says tilting his head down at the end trying to catch my gaze. 

I finally make eye contact with him and notice he's a lot closer to me than I thought he was. "Is it okay if I call you Noona?" he asks with a smile that's warm enough to cloud my vision. "Y-yeah sure if you want to" I say with a dazed air to my overall demeanor. I've gotta keep myself under control.

Alarm bells are being set off in my head telling me he's trouble but then again he's just a kid. How much trouble could he possibly be? He's a smooth talker for sure but I bet when it comes down to it he might shy away from anything that might be too much to handle. Wait! What? Luna stop being such a freak! He's cute but you've gotta keep it together. He's a customer as well and flirting with customers isn't the best idea. 

"Noona?" he says trying to catch my attention. "Yes!" I say, startled from being caught out of my daze yet again. "Do you think maybe sometime I could come see you again?" he says tentatively. 

"I mean you can come whenever you want, I can't really stop you" I say laughing off his proposal. "No I mean, well I wanted to see if maybe on your break we could go get some coffee or something? There's a great cafe down the street that I think you might like!" he says full of excitement but still showing a little vulnerability waiting for my answer. 

"Oh, I mean I guess so. My work schedule is kinda all over the place though so I never really know when my breaks are" I admit. "That's okay! I could just give you my number and you can text me when you're free! I live only a few train stops away so it'll only take me about 10 minutes to get over here" he says with an honest smile waiting in anticipation for my answer.

Should I give him my number? I barely know the guy, but then again he's probably just a kid that has a little crush on me. He seems like he might be fun to hang out with though and most days if Grey and Jungkook are busy I've got nothing better to do.

"Sure, that works" I say with a shy smile. Why am I so shy around this kid? Yeah he's cute, so what? Jungkook is cute too but you don't see me acting like this around him, or at least up until a couple of nights ago I wasn't acting like this around him. But I don't really have feelings for Jungkook right? But wait, who said anything about having feelings for Jimin. Oh gosh this is bad! 

"Can I see your phone real quick so I can put it in your phone?" he asks, extending his hand towards me. I wordlessly hand it to him and see him quickly add himself on KakaoTalk. He sends himself a quick message off my phone so he has mine as well. 

"Thanks Noona! I've gotta get going but I'll message you later!" he says handing me my phone. "Wait didn't you need to buy something?" I question as he heads towards the door. "No not really, I just wanted to see you again" he admits with a smirk. "Bye Noona!" is all he says and leaves without another word. "Bye Jimin" I say quietly to myself.

"Okay that was fucking adorable" Grey says laughing at everything that just unfolded right in front of her. "When did you get there?" I question flinching at her closeness and going to place my phone on the counter. "I never left" she says shaking her head. "How bad was that?" I say, hiding my face in my hands. "On a scale of 1-10, I would say that was a solid 8" she says while tapping her chin. 

"Wait really? That's not that bad!" I say regaining some confidence. "In all actuality it was probably more like a 6.5 at best, and that's being generous" she says with zero hesitation in taking me down a few pegs again. "Ugh don't do that! You know I'm not good at stuff like this" I say playing with my hair nervously. 

"It's okay Luna I think he actually liked seeing you all shy and blushy" she teases. "Was I really blushing that much?" I say bringing my hands up to my cheeks. "Yeah, a lot. To be honest I got secondhand embarrassment just watching you" she answers prodding further. "Stop!" I whine dragging out the word. 

"Okay okay I'll stop" she says throwing her hands up in surrender. "So..." she continues. "So what?" I say bringing my glance back to her. "When are you gonna message him?" she says rolling her eyes at my oblivious nature. 

"Why should I be the one to message him? He's the one who asked for my number" I respond in protest. I then hear my phone go off signaling that I have a new message. Grey and I make eye contact for a second before we both scramble to reach the phone first. 

"Grey stop give it here!" I say trying to grab it back from her before she sees it. "Oh come on you know you're gonna show it to me anyways. I just wanna take a quick peak" She argues, holding the phone up in the air out of my reach. 

"Fine" I say crossing my arms over my chest. "You're not gonna be able to unlock it anywa-" I stop in horror watching her turn the phone my way, using my face to unlock it. "Ha!" she says satisfied with her cleverness. "Whatever" I say pouting again. 

"You're gonna wanna see this" she says with a smile, seconds after she unlocks the phone. "What? What did he say?" I say scrambling to sit next to her behind the counter. We both look down at my phone and read the messages he sent.

Hey Noona, it was really good seeing you again! Hopefully we can get that coffee together soon!

Oh and I wanted to say this earlier but you look really cute today :)

Message me when you're free!

Have a good shift and stay safe!

"Aww he thinks you're cute" Grey says finally giving me my phone back. "I'm gonna puke" she admits, amused but disgusted all the same. "Shut up" I say rolling my eyes at her. "He just has a little crush on me, no need to tease me over something like that" I say explaining away her dramatics. 

"Well crush or not looks like you might have a little crush on him as well from what I just saw" she says. "Yeah maybe you're right" I say trailing off. "I'm sorry what was that? Is Luna being honest with her feelings already?" she says in disbelief. "No! Yes? I don't know" I say trailing off.

"How is my favorite employee doing?" my uncle says bursting into the store. "Hi uncle, I'm alright, kinda confused but okay" I say still lost in a bit of a daze. "Okay well I wasn't talking to you but I'm glad you're okay" he says teasingly. "Hey! You're gonna pass up your own flesh and blood?" I say offended. 

"Well you still claim the title of my favorite niece" he says rubbing my head, messing up my hair. "I'm your only niece" I say not hiding my annoyance. "Exactly. Now if you showed up to work on time everyday and stopped daydreaming then maybe you'll start to climb up the totem poll" he says turning to speak to Grey. "How's it going? Anything happen today?" he questions making sure everything is running smoothly.

"No" she answers, sending a quick glance my way. "Nothing to report really" she continues tapping her chin, turning her eyes up towards the ceiling in thought. "Well there was this one thing" she says and I see a devious smile start to crack her façade, clearly trying to torture me. I wave my hands in protest, desperately trying to beg her to not say anything about the exchange between Jimin and I. 

"Oh yeah one of your friends came by earlier asking for you" she says turning her attention back to him while seamlessly switching back to a normal smile. "Do you know who it was?" he questions, hoping to gain more information about the visitor. "I didn't catch his name. He was in and out pretty quickly. I think he was just going to say hi, he said he'd pass by and try again later" she finishes wrapping up the conversation expertly. 

"Well thanks for telling me. He probably stopped by on his way to go do something else" he says coming to a conclusion on his own about the unusual visit. "Yeah I think he said something along those lines" she responds and he heads towards the back to go to his office, still trying to figure out which one of his friends would stop by unannounced.

"You're evil" I say once he's out of ear shot. "What? I didn't lie! Someone did stop by asking for him" she says going back to work. "But you made it seem like you were going to tell him" I grumble. 

"Well I thought about it, but I know how protective he can be when it comes to guys. He can barely stand Jungkook so I could only imagine what he would act like if he heard about a new guy hanging around here pining after you. But honestly who would I be if I didn't tease you a bit?" she says shrugging her shoulders. 

"Well stop it! It's not funny" I say grabbing a broom from behind the counter. "But seeing your face full of panic is just priceless!" she laughs at my discomfort. "No I take it back. You're not evil, you're the spawn of Satan!" I say letting out a huff of irritation. "That is so sweet! You really know how to compliment a girl" she says holding her hands over her heart.

"Fuck off" I say turning around to go clean up and get as far away from her as I can. "Love you too" she says just loud enough for me to hear while walking off. I can't help but crack a smile now that we are past both of those painfully embarrassing situations. I swear I can never stay mad at her. 

I flinch feeling my phone vibrate notifying me that I have a message and my eyes widen at the sight of Jimin sending me a mirror selfie while making half a heart with his free hand. I respond by sending him a finger heart emoji and lock my screen again but it lights up immediately before I can even place it back in my pocket.

Noona, can I ask you a question?

I get nervous at the thought, trying to figure out exactly what's on his mind.

Sure, go ahead, I respond nervously, awaiting his reply.

Are you seeing anyone?

What exactly do you mean by that? I question wanting him to be more straight forward with his queries.

I guess what I'm trying to ask is if you have a boyfriend

Why exactly would you like to know that?

Well because I want to make sure that I don't have a crush on someone who is already taken. I'm taken aback by his sudden boldness and am left almost speechless.

I think it's way too early for any of that, but for the record no, I do not have a boyfriend. I respond simply, hoping to stop things before they get started. He's too young for me and I don't want him to get hurt from developing feelings too quickly.

Well it's too late because I'm already falling for you. he says simply and I'm left there almost frozen in place trying to figure out what my next response should be. But before I'm able to even begin typing I see a new message pop up.

Can I come see you tomorrow? he sends and I stand there in place still trying to figure out what would be the best plan of action.

If that's what you want then sure, I can't really stop you. I respond shaking my head at how easily I break but still keeping my tone neutral.

Great! Can I pass by and see you on your last break? he pleads and I can't help but feel his excitement shining through every message.

Sure, I think my break starts around 8. I respond hoping to end the conversation soon so I don't get any more distracted than I already am.

I'll be there at 7:45 then!

No that's okay you don't have to come early. I refute slightly panicking at the thought that my uncle might catch wind of this.

But I want to :( I want to spend as much time with you as I can! I can practically feel his pout through the screen.

Message me around 7 and I'll let you know if it'll be okay for you come early okay? I say, hoping that he'll simply agree.

Okay noona :) see you tomorrow!

See you tomorrow is all I say, ending the conversation for the night.

"Well I definitely wasn't expecting that" I say to myself. "Wasn't expecting what?" I hear a voice say right in my ear. "Shit Grey don't scare me like that!" I say swatting her on the arm.

"Ow stop okay okay" she says begging me for mercy. "Now tell me" she says straightening her attire. "What was it you weren't expecting? You've been standing over here in the same spot with the broom tucked under your arm for like 10 minutes just looking down at your phone with your face all scrunched up" she questions. 

"Is it Jaemin?" she teases. "His name is Jimin okay? Ji Min" I say laughing at her intentional stupidity and emphasizing each syllable. "Well either way you should start to get back to work now that your uncle is here" she warns. "Shit I forgot about that! Thanks for the reminder" I say, thankful that she's helped me doge a bullet.

After she heads back towards the counter I begin cleaning up and I start to think about what has happened the past few days. First I was late to work and my uncle threatened to fire me, second Jungkook kissed me and I kissed him back, third Jimin came back to the store just because he wanted to see me and then he says he's falling for me. 

I don't even know how I'm supposed to process all of this. I'm stressed enough as is that I don't have the mental capacity to really deal with my feelings towards Jimin, let alone Jungkook. First of all I've only just met Jimin but for some reason I already feel drawn towards him. 

Then on the other hand Jungkook is someone that is so precious to me and I don't want to hurt him. What are his real feelings towards me? Am I really just his best friend or does he want something more out of our relationship? 

Jimin is just a kid, I don't really know him and he doesn't know me. I need to figure out how to handle his feelings carefully since I'm not even sure about mine just yet and I really don't want to start sending him mixed signals.

"Fuck!" I say but immediately cover my mouth realizing that there's a woman and her child just a few feet away from me shopping around. I bow to them a few times in apology and fast walk over to Grey. 

"Grey!" I whisper so the other customers who happened to sneak in while I was cleaning don't hear our conversation. "What?" she whispers back. "What am I gonna do?" I question running my fingers through my hair. 

"About what?" she says clearly losing patience with this conversation. "I told Jimin he could come and see me tomorrow" I say worriedly. "Okay good for you? I don't see how that's a problem" she says confused as to why I'm so stressed about it. "Do you know who else is coming to see me tomorrow?" I say hoping she'll catch on. 

"The tooth fairy? I don't know, just get to the point" she says going back to being on her phone. "Jungkook!" I say with a panicked expression. She looks up at me with a devilish glint in her eye "Oh this is gonna be fun". "Grey stop, this isn't funny, I'm really freaking out here!" I say continuing to worry.

"Don't stress, just make sure that there's enough time between the two of them coming here. What time are you supposed to see Jimin?" she questions. "Around 8, he wanted to come see me on my last break" I say informing her of our meetup. 

"Okay and what time is Jungkook supposed to come pick you up?" she continues. "Around 10 when I get off" I say getting a bit calmer realizing how much time ill have between the two. 

"So you're golden! Just make sure to finish up with Jimin around eight thirty and then you'll still have plenty of time until Jungkook gets here" she explains helping to bring my heart rate down. 

"You're probably right" I say agreeing, realizing that I overreacted. "I know, now go away. I don't want your uncle to see us talking and then lecture us both for messing around" she says shooing me away and going back to organizing the items held behind the counter. 

"Damn no sympathy for your best friend in crisis?" I say letting my head droop down towards the floor. "Nope, go away" she says with her back to me. "Wow okay I'll remember this next time you need something" I say faking threats. "Yeah yeah whatever" she ends, ignoring any other efforts I make to continue the conversation.

"Y/n!" I hear being yelled from the back office. "Shit!" I say under my breath. "Told ya" she says still not sparing me a glance. I trudge towards the source of the voice, getting ready to receive another lecture from my loving uncle. 

When will this torture end?

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that trio fic of ferran, pedri and gavi sounds super good like, i'm listening 👀📢

Alright my friend, buckle the fuck up because I have 1500 words for you (none of it is smut, this is just the lead up). I might end up finishing this some day because I've outlined the rest at the end, but for now, enjoy.

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“Fuck, I just want someone to get me off,” Ferran complains as soon as they’re back at the hotel. 

Pedri had every intention of just going to sleep. He’s not one to drink, but after being told, “We’re on vacation,” for the hundredth time that night, he decided to have “something fruity, since he’s from the tropics,” as Gavi so eloquently told the bartender. She had rolled her eyes: either too drunk herself to realize who she was serving or simply totally oblivious to football. 

“It’s not the tropics,” Pedri had argued exactly once before getting lost in a mango strawberry something. God, was it sweet. And no one stopped him from ordering three more, especially since Gavi would complain about his beer and then “hold” Pedri’s drink for him.

Yeah, real clever.

So when he fumbled around with his wallet to get the hotel passkey out, his first stop was going to be the horrendously expensive mini fridge to drink all the water he possibly could. But leave it to Ferran to invite himself in and for Gavi to follow them around, his tail between his legs like a wounded dog at the shelter.

Yeah, all three of them are coming home alone. Except Ferran’s the only one who’s actually mad about that.

“I can understand both of you being alone, but I seriously thought that one girl was down.”

Pedri tries to catch Gavi’s eye, to silently ask Which girl? Ferran had talked to at least a dozen.

Gavi, though, is far more insulted. “What do you mean you understand us being alone?”

Ferran groans. “Well, you look like you’re twelve, and Pedri’s wearing those awful jeans, so. Let’s face it. Not the best wingmen.”

Pedri looks down at his outfit. “What’s wrong with how I dress?”

“If you have to ask.” Ferran sighs and plops down on the couch. 

Gavi snorts. “If you were any better with women, you wouldn’t need a wingman. Or to chat up a whole fucking bar.”

Pedri agrees, but he’s finally managed to get the cap off his water. He drinks heavily, polishing off the first bottle before cracking into another. His head isn’t so fuzzy. It was worse half an hour ago, when they were in the cab, but standing is a bit of a struggle, and, God, is he thirsty. 

“Says the guy who talked to exactly two people before getting piss drunk.”

“I’m not piss drunk,” Gavi argues back. “Why does everything have to be about getting laid? Why can’t we just be on vacation and have fun?”

Pedri shoots him a dirty look. “Bro, going out was your idea!” 

“If we had it your way, we’d never go out again.”

“Yeah because we wasted four hours, a couple hundred Euros, for nothing. I could’ve stayed home and watched-”

“Oh here he goes, fucking Game of Thrones-”

“I still haven’t watched the ending!” Pedri shouts. “I thought we were supposed to be relaxing!”

Ferran leans back into the sofa cushions, watching the both of them. “As much as this is entertaining, I’m still mad at you idiots.”

Gavi turns back to Ferran. “Why are you mad at me?!”

“Because neither of you helped and you probably made it worse-”

“Okay, for the last time. We didn’t prevent you from getting laid. Take it up with your tiny dick and terrible pick up lines.”

Ferran scowls. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious! We’ve been here two days, and it’s like you’re hellbent on getting your dick wet!”

Pedri nods along because Gavi is right. Ferran has been on the prowl since they landed. He even hit on the lady at the lobby, who flushed very prettily before making a show of her wedding ring while checking them in. 

“You’ve got a couple million. Hire someone,” Pedri says without thinking. Both Gavi and Ferran stop their squabbling to turn to Pedri, shock on their faces. “What?”

“Uh, wow. He must be sloshed.”

“I’m not that drunk,” Pedri groans, a hand over his eyes. He needs to pee. Drinking water that fast, not smart. “It’s a solution.”

“Yeah, no thanks man. I know you’re into the whole MILF thing, but I would prefer someone from this generation.”

Pedri registers the insult. Ferran poking fun at his tenacity to run after older women, but the slight comes from a man who’s sitting alone on his couch, positively bitchless, so he’s not that offended. 

“Damn, what was her name again? Maria? Do you think I could find her on Insta?” Ferran has his phone out. “She has to be on Tinder.”

Gavi turns to Pedri. “He’s hopeless.”

“It’s only 2:00AM,” Ferran scowls again. “Just because you guys are prudes doesn’t mean I have to suffer.”

“Can you go suffer in your room, then?” Pedri asks, but Ferran pays him no mind.

“None of these girls look like they give good head.”

Pedri groans. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Spoken like a true prude-”

“Theoretically, men do suck dick the best,” Gavi says solemnly. Pedri doesn’t know how or from where, but Gavi’s managed to find a beer to crack open and drink. 

“What?”

“I mean, girls can suck dick pretty well, but obviously a guy would know better.” Gavi takes another sip of his beer as if debating dick sucking skills is just another conversation topic between the bros. “Because he’s a guy.”

“What?”

“Are you stupid?” Pedri asks abruptly. “Or just drunk?”

Ferran holds up his phone. “I’m trying to figure out what he’s saying while swiping!”

“He’s saying that because guys get their dicks sucked, they probably know how to suck dick better than a girl,” Pedri explains. He feels his ears getting redder at each time the word “dick” leaves his mouth. 

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” Ferran says with a laugh.

“Well, have you ever had your dick sucked by a guy?” Gavi challenges. 

“Uh, no,” Ferran chuckles. “But I’ve had some pretty great blowjobs before, all from women. So, if you don’t mind…” Ferran points to his phone.

Gavi snorts. “Good luck with that.”

Pedri anticipates the conversation to be dead but Ferran, who’s never really been one to shut the fuck up, immediately complains, “God, this app sucks. What is wrong with this city? Is no one trying to get laid?”

“Maybe they just don’t wanna suck tiny dick,” Pedri giggles, then bursts out into laughter. He laughs and laughs, turning away from them as Gavi and Ferran continue their argument. God, I need to pee.

“Everyone’s probably too drunk to get laid-”

“Then why are they on the fucking app as available-”

“Just give up already!”

“No, I’m horny, and I’m going back out there.”

“Really? Really? You think that’s safe?”

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s safe, I came here to party, you’re both fucking downers, and I’m gonna get my dick wet, like you said I should-”

“Get on the couch-”

“No, I’m leaving- what are you doing-”

“I’ll fucking do it-”

“What the fuck-”

“You said you wanted to get your dick wet-”

“Wait, Gavi-”

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Pedri announces to literally no one before throwing the bottle over his shoulder and walking to the bathroom that’s across from the kitchenette. He shuts the door behind him, sighing at the peace and quiet. Thankfully, it seems Gavi and Ferran have stopped fighting.

Maybe they’ll leave now.

Pedri unzips his allegedly ugly pants and pisses into the toilet, yawning as he does. Of course, it would be nice to be with someone right now. But he’s woefully single, and, to some degree, Ferran is right. His love for older women doesn’t translate well into finding a steady relationship. Not that he’s on the hunt for one. As much as they failed tonight, he can’t deny wanting intimacy. Nor can he blame Ferran for being so goddamn feral. They’re on this vacation to blow off steam. 

Maybe tomorrow night, we can actually go have fun.

Pedri resolves to be a better wingman as he washes his hands and towels them off. He opens the bathroom door and comes out to the living room, ready to tell his friends that tomorrow’s a new day, with new women, and a new chance at love.

The words die in his mouth when he sees what Gavi is doing with his.

“G-Gavi?”

And Ferran is just sitting there, on the couch, his pants shoved down to his ankles, a wicked smile on his face, half shrugging like “What? It just happened!” Like Gavi tripped and fell mouth first into his lap.

“Care to join us, Pedri?”

(Okay, so after that, Gavi proceeds to blow them both before they basically reduce Gavi to a total mess. I'm talking about bullying Gavi a little bit since this was his idea, and then praising him for sucking dick so well. Ferran insists on fucking Gavi first because he's the one who's actually desperate for it while Pedri is just awestruck, like "God, that's my best friend and he takes cock like a champ" before deciding that he needs more of Gavi's mouth. They end up spitroasting Gavi to high heaven and basically swapping between who gets his mouth and who gets his ass. And of course, it ends in some snuggling after. Maybe Ferran leaves halfway through the night because he's like "Okay, that was nice, but I do actually want pussy at some point" but Gavi and Pedri wake up late and fuck in the shower because that's what best friends do.)

EDIT: This is now a full story on Ao3.

[dangerous-disposition]

WIP Wednesday - Friday (from last week): romcom!AU edition

So I've just been plugging away at this fic and I actually kinda just forgot to keep posting the snippets but I'm here!!! I'm going to post the snippets I promise so here is the next section!!

The Set-Up - Steve POV & SFW

“You wanna take a shower before you go?”

“Probably a good idea. I’m pretty sure there’s lube in my hair,” Eddie complained lightly, raising an eyebrow accusingly at Steve. “You have any idea how that got there, Stevie?”

“I plead the fifth,” Steve responded and Eddie rolled his eyes with a laugh. When Eddie made a move to roll over to the edge of the bed, Steve grabbed his wrist lightly and smiled when the other man looked over at him curiously. “Quick kiss?”

Eddie’s expression relaxed, even as he sighed heavily and leaned over. “So needy,” he grumbled before kissing him. And Steve knew Eddie was just teasing, that it was just a joke, and he even knew that he was being a little needy.

The comment still cut Steve to the quick.

When Eddie pulled away, he immediately rolled off the bed and onto his feet. Steve absently registered that Eddie was complaining about something—“Jesus, my legs are still fuckin’ Jello.”—and he was pretty sure he laughed an appropriate amount when he realized Eddie was looking at him. Eddie had smiled back at him, broad and dimpled before disappearing in the bathroom, leaving the door open.

Steve watched the doorway for several moments before turning to stare up at the ceiling. Letting out a slow breath, Steve closed his eyes and tried to bring back some semblance of the confidence he was feeling just ten minutes ago.

“Needy.”

Letting out an explosive sigh, Steve ground the heels of his palms against his eyes.

It only hit so deep because it was true. At his core, no matter how much he tried to make sure everyone was happy and content, Steve was desperate for the attention and affections of others. He was clingy and pushy, and sometimes inappropriate like asking a one-night stand for a kiss before he went to take a shower before going home.

“Yes, Steve, you wanted ten days to ‘get away.’ Not me, but you didn’t even actually ask me.” “You suggested it! What, I was just supposed to go on a vacation alone?” “Of course not, Steve. I mean, you don’t even go to the grocery store alone.”

The argument with Nancy was crawling back into his head for the first time since before he went to the pool. Steve had managed to tuck away the hurt and the bitterness, even while talking about her to Eddie, but now? While he was grappling with wanting Eddie to stay when the man wanted to leave? It was impossible not to remember what she said. Hell, didn’t he just prove some of her point? Not even twenty-four hours after she dumped him and Steve was already fucking someone and getting moody that they wouldn’t spend the night.

Steve only managed one night alone, and that was probably only because he was drunk.

Taking a deep breath, Steve worked to set aside those thoughts until Eddie left. The man would be finishing up in the shower soon, and Steve didn’t want him coming out to find him moping like a child.

Tagging the people who asked for a snippet: @sidekick-hero @scarcrossdlvrs @inairbinad @theheadlessphilosopher @hellion-child @stobinesque Tagging the ppl i think would also want to see this: @xenon-demon @lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus @thefreakandthehair @legitcookie @patchworkgargoyle @starryeyedjanai

[griffin-girl-r]

You came back to me (Part 1)

Created: 10.03.2022

Finished: 22.06.2022

Edited: 19.09.2023

Age: 15

Word count: 2,853

Warnings: Child loss, Passing out

Request: No

Detka = Baby

Summary: During one of the Avengers' missions, they stumble across a young girl.

Part 2

—

At this point, you were running.

Running for your life. Running as fast as you could. Running from...

You have no idea what you are running from anymore.

You've been running for too long in this dark and strange forest, that you don't even remember from what you are running or who you are.

Your feet were hurting you and your energy was running low. Your breathing was heavier and heavier. Your head was pounding.

The rush of adrenaline was so high that you realized you had banged your head on something when you were already on the ground and with your blurry vision, before you passed out, you saw people hovering above you.

—

The Avengers were assigned to take down a HYDRA base located in some unknown forest.

But the last thing they expected to come upon, when they were going back to the QuinJet, was a young teenage girl running scared from something.

Accidentally, Steve hit her with his shield and the poor girl passed out from the force of the impact.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God." Steve shouted, leaning over the girl "What have I done?"

"Move, Rogers." Natasha pushed Steve aside and got closer to the unconscious girl

"What is she doing here?"

"We need to take her to the QuinJet!"

"Who's this?!"

Tony, Natasha, and Sam said at the same time but as expected Natasha won.

Steve picked you up and carried you to the Jet. Once inside, he laid you down on the floor, Wanda putting a pillow she found somewhere under your head.

"She's okay. Most probably she has a concussion but no serious damage." Bruce announced after he quickly checked you up "But I'd still like to take her to my lab and run more tests, just to make sure she's okay."

The team nodded and each one spread around to do their own things.

But Natasha was the only one to stay by your side just in case anything happened.

The redhead found herself staring at your face. She doesn't know why, but your presence made Natasha feel something special towards you. She felt like she needed to protect you.

Three hours later you were already resting on Natasha's bed back at the compound, with the woman in question watching over you.

You hadn't woken up at all during the journey back or while Bruce examined you. You haven't even felt the way Natasha held your hand all this time, trying to provide you with some comfort even in your unconscious state.

—

Opening your eyes slowly, you tried to adjust your eyes to the light and take in your surroundings.

Before you got time to even start panicking because you didn't recognize your surroundings, a soft voice reassured you.

"Shh... You're safe. Don't worry. We're not going to hurt you. You're safe with me." The voice of a woman whispered softly

You slightly relaxed as your eyes shot to the place from where the voice came and you found there a red-headed woman, in her early 30's, with the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen.

But Natasha visibly tensed. Because when she locked her eyes with yours, your, also, green eyes reminded her of a ghost from her past that, no matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to forget.

"Who are you?" You asked confused "Where am I?"

"Calm down." Natasha kept her voice calm "You're at the Avengers' compound. We found you a few hours ago running alone in a forest."

"I know who the Avengers are. I've heard stories." You nodded, almost fully relaxing

"That's good." Natasha slightly smiled "Then you know that we are no threat. I'm Natasha. Natasha Romanoff."

Your eyes widened at the ex-assassin's name and she could see that you know more than just some simple facts about her work with the Avengers.

When the silence between you two grew too long, Natasha decided to ask you something else.

"What is your name?" Natasha asked

You stared at her for a moment, thinking about her question.

"I-I don't know. I don't remember if I ever had one. They call me 'Subject 11'." You answered truthfully

Natasha's heart broke for the girl in front of her. She didn't even have a name. What possibly those monsters could have done more to you?

"Who called you that?" Natasha questioned

"The guards." You whispered "They kept me locked in a cell all the time, beat me. And when something happened last night, the guards left me unsupervised and I escaped."

Natasha picks up on what actually happened. You must have been one of the innocent prisoners that were inside the HYDRA base they attacked. And you escaped while they were fighting with the enemy.

"How old are you?" She asked very softly

"Maybe 15. If I remember correctly."

Natasha's breath caught in her throat.

"How about 'Y/N'?" The woman asked trying to put on a poker face "If you're going to stay with us, then you'll need a name, so we could know how to call you."

You smiled and nodded. You love that name. It has a special ring to it.

"I love it. Thank you." You smiled "How did you choose it?"

Natasha's face fell and she looked from you to a wall.

"I've chosen it after months of careful thinking." She blankly answered

"But you've only known me for a few hours..." You were confused

"I'll come back to you in a few hours. If you need something just say it and we will know." The spy started walking towards the door

And with that, Natasha stormed out of the room.

—

You ended up staying at the compound for longer than anticipated.

And everyone grew really attached to you and you also loved them.

But as expected, your relationship with Natasha was the one that grew the strongest.

You two became inseparable in a span of a few months.

And Steve kept on saying 'sorry' to you almost every day for accidentally hitting you with his shield. But you always waved him off saying that if it wasn't for that, you wouldn't have gotten the chance to be now with them.

—

"Why are you doing this to yourself, Nat?" Clint asked a crying Natasha

Natasha looked up from the picture that was ripped in half from her hands and stared at Clint.

"You know why." She whispered

"Y/N reminds you of her, doesn't she? Of your Y/N? That's why you are treating her like your own child? Because she was able to make you smile again?" Clint sat down next to Natasha on the couch and put his hand on her back

"I miss her so much, Clint. I feel like I also died with her that day." Natasha sobbed "How can I move on?"

"You don't, Nat. But it's been almost 10 years since that night. You should stop blaming yourself for something that wasn't your fault and start to, at least, try to move on. For her. I know she wouldn't have wanted you to be sad." Clint rubbed her back "Of what you had told me about her, I know she loved you too much to not want your happiness. Even without her."

This only made Natasha sob even louder, like her heart was ripped from her chest.

"9 years, 5 months and 2 days." Natasha whispered the exact date

"What have you done to her, Robin Hood?" You pushed Clint aside and hugged Natasha from one side

You were on your way to get yourself a snack when you heard Natasha and Clint talking in the living room. You didn't plan on picking up on their conversation but when Natasha started crying you just couldn't help yourself.

"I'll leave you two alone." Clint eyed Natasha and then left

You hugged Natasha tight, not observing that she had quickly shoved something in her pocket.

Natasha has treated you with love and affection these past months and you really appreciate everything she did for you.

From waking you up in the morning, to making you lunch and to tucking you in at night, Natasha tried to make you feel as comfortable and safe as she could.

And seeing her in this state made you sad.

"So you gave me the name of someone that was once important to you?" You asked after a minute

Natasha just nodded.

Then she got up, took your hand, and dragged you towards the car.

—

"Where are we, Tasha?" You questioned the redhead once she stopped the car

"You'll see. Come on." She slightly smiled for you and pointed her head to the car door

You silently followed her.

Turns out she has brought you to some kind of cemetery. It was more like 5 graves spread closely to each other in a well-illuminated forest.

She got closer to one lonely gravestone placed near a tree.

Kneeling, next to it, Natasha put her forehead on top of the cold stone and absentmindedly traced the words on it with her fingers.

"Hey... I've missed you so much today." Natasha whispered to the stone, tears in her eyes "Who am I trying to fool? I miss you every single second of my cursed life. I only want to have you here with me. To hold you in my arms. To sing to you again that lullaby you love so much. To protect you while you peacefully sleep in my arms at night." Natasha sadly chuckled "But I know that's not possible for me anymore."

She turned her head to you for a second before looking back at the stone.

You awkwardly stood around, not understanding what was going on.

"Today I've brought someone with me and it's not Uncle Clint, as you would expect. Maybe I'll also bring him next time. But right now I've come with this kind and beautiful girl that made me remember you." Natasha took a deep breath trying to keep her voice steady "I'm not trying to replace you with her and she isn't trying to take your place either. But she just made the time pass easier."

Natasha finally raised to her feet and you could clearly read now what was written on the gravestone.

The words made your heart fall to your stomach and gave you have a slight idea of what is going on.

'Y/N Rose Romanoff

Y/B/D, 2001

September 14, 2007'

"Y/N... Meet my other Y/N. She's my little angel that you heard me talking about with Clint." Natasha smiled sadly

"Y-You had a child?" You asked, the words hardly getting out of your mouth

"Have." Natasha corrected "I have a child. Just because she's not with me, that doesn't mean that I'm not her mother anymore."

You stayed silent in place for a second, trying to process the information you were just given.

"She was born in the Red Room. I was 16, almost 17 when I had her. Her father was a soldier who died before she was born. They knew I was seeing him in secret, that I loved him and he loved me, and that I wanted to run away with him." Natasha wiped a tear away "And they let us plan our escape, then brutally separated us. I was 7 months pregnant when we decided to run."

"Then?" You asked

"Then Y/N was born and I focused all my time and energy on her. I tried to protect her the best I could and I started to think about escaping again. And we did. We ran away when she was 5. We were on the run for a year but we were living a happy and normal life together. But one night they found us."

Taking a shy step forward you looked at Natasha. "What happened to her?"

~~~~~

September 14, 2007

A day Natasha will never be able to forget.

"Mama! I'm tired. We still have to run?" Her baby asked

"Yes, Y/N. If the bad guys find us, they will punish us. Remember?" Natasha held Y/N tighter in her arms as she kept running through the dark forest

"I love you, Mama."

Y/N was small, but not stupid. She maybe was 6 years old but she had the brain of a 16-year-old. And Natasha knew that her daughter understood that it would be the end for both of them if they got caught.

"I love you too, detka. More than anything."

Natasha had time to only finish her sentence when something hit her in the leg, making her fall to the ground.

On instinct, the mother rolled to one side, trying to take as much of the impact of the fall as she could.

But before she got time to realize what happened, she heard her child scream for her as the little girl was taken from her arms and two men, clearly stronger than Natasha, lift her from the ground and kept her in place.

Natasha tried.

She really tried. She fought with all her strength to reach her girl. But it was useless.

"You thought you could run away just like that, Natasha?" The man she feared the most said

Dreykov. The man that had made Natasha's life a living hell, was now holding her baby girl by one arm. Pointing a gun to the child's head with his other hand.

"Don't! Please. I'll do anything. You can do whatever you want with me. You can punish me and beat me. Just please let my child go." Natasha cried

"But this is your punishment, Natasha." Dreykov spitted out

And right there. Right in front of her eyes. Dreykov pulled the trigger.

Her Y/N's body fell to the ground with a loud thund.

Lifeless.

The sight of the lifeless body is the last thing Natasha remembers before passing out from the sick sight in front of her.

~~~~~

"I woke up a day later back in the Red Room. That day I became a mother without her child. And there is no pain bigger than this one. The pain of losing your child. Your whole world." Natasha finished her story with one last sob "I escaped again after that, met Clint, and found the place where they had buried her. My heart and soul are here. Buried six feet under in this forest."

"I'm so sorry, Tasha. I'm so sorry." You jumped forward and hugged Natasha

"Isn't your fault, kid." She patted your back, trying her hardest not to break down

"I also think I had a mother once, you know?! I can't remember her. Damn it! I can't even remember my own name. But I dream about her from time to time. Of how much she loved me. I'm not sure if it's only in my head or not, but..." You found yourself saying in hopes of making Natasha feel better

"I understand, kid. I do."

Natasha let go of you and with one last kiss and whispered 'I love you' to the gravestone, she drove you back to the compound.

—

Two months had passed since then and you two haven't talked about it. Not even once.

But one night, you ended up falling asleep in Natasha's room and she didn't have the heart to wake you up and take you to your own room. Instead, she snuggled closer to you and also fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, you stood up, scared, startling Natasha from her sleep.

"Y/N? What happened?" Natasha asked concerned

"Nothing." You tried to catch your breath "Just a dream."

You weren't brave enough to tell her that you dreamed about your mother again. But this time, your mom had Natasha's face.

Ever since she revealed her secret to you, you keep having these weird dreams.

"Want to go to the living room and watch a movie?" Natasha asked sleepily

"I'd love to. Thank you." You smiled gratefully

—

After everything was set up, you were sitting on the floor in front of Natasha and she was sitting on the couch.

Natasha reached her hand to your hair and shyly asked "Can I braid it?"

"Of course." You laughed "If you manage to actually do something with my hair."

You two sat quietly while the movie played, with Natasha braiding your hair. More like playing with it and running her fingers through it.

The woman's focus was broken when her eye caught a glimpse of something on the side of your head, nearly to the back and her fingers ghosted over a small scar.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You answered, still focused on the TV

"From where did you get this scar?" She held her breath as she asked

"Oh, that? I don't remember a time when I didn't have it. I think I've always had it." You explained

You kept enjoying the movie after that, but Natasha's mind was fixed on only one thought.

She needs to talk with Bruce, Steve, and Clint first thing in the morning.

She needs some answers.

[mr2swap]

Maybe I'll stay

-What did I do wrong? WHY THE FUCK DID I GAIN 2 KILOS THIS WEEK?- It had been 2 weeks since my grandson Jeremy and I had that big fight, we can never stand each other, but because of the appreciation I had for him when he was just a child, I let him live with me. He was disgusted by my way of life, “Grandpa makes me sick to see you sitting for hours on the couch in front of the TV, could you get up and get out of the house for a couple of hours? A girl is coming tonight, and I don't want her to see you” I had heard his hurtful words from him for too long, I was fed up with him behaving like this when I offered him to live with me when his parents kicked him out of the house.

-THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE, THIS SHIT MUST BE BROKEN! I'M GOING TO LOOK FOR ANOTHER SCALE- I couldn't help but laugh as I walked slowly to complain to one of the coaches that his equipment was "broken"

-You better make it quick kid, you know what that means. you're going to stay in that body another week, and I'll stay in yours...- I and my grandson Jeremy made a little bit, if he managed to lose a couple of kilos in my body and not be so unpleasant I would agree to leave the house when He will take all the girls he wants to the house and when I die my house and my car will be all his, I had completely forgotten the magic relic that I got on my trip to India a couple of decades ago, I never thought I would use it and much less with my grandson.

But the first moment I put my mind on his hot, muscular young body, I knew I didn't want to get out of it. My grandson had everything to gain, with my house and all my belongings, and I had nothing to lose but leaving the house and fulfilling his whim to my inconsiderate grandson, we both touched the ancient statue of that Indian god at the same time and our consciousness traveled from our bodies to the statue and then to the body of the other, it was like being on a roller coaster for one second.

My grandson was more concerned about not missing a day at the gym before finishing university, all of us in the family did not understand why he made such a stupid decision, but now that I have his body and all his long work in the gym I can understand it, I feel incredible! Now I can understand what a shitty body he had.

I've been swapping out Jeremy's lean food for the greasy version, adding sugar to his protein shakes, and leaving cold beer and ice cream in the fridge for that greasy bag of trash to see so he can't get his body back.

Maybe this will teach my grandson a lesson about not making fun of his grandpa, or maybe I'll stay in his hot young body forever who knows, all I know is that the blonde girl in the gym keeps staring at my huge biceps and she'll be in my bed tonight, I just hope the fat drunk old man watching tv in the living room doesn't bother my new girl.

esp:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sc51kzzn7eKSqr3ypBPOpa_b6HwVYNkhKeDG-KBAj80/edit?usp=sharing

I wrote this story in May, if you are interested in my stories you can take a look at my patreon account, otherwise you can contact me on my Discord server, because for some reason I can't receive messages on Tumblr.

[dreamingofmuses]

New Year's Resolutions: RP Edition

Howdy all, Ash here. I've been having a think while with family this week, and I've decided I'm going to implement some new 'resolutions' to try and help make writing in 2024 be way more successful than in 2023. This will include things from the running of blogs to jobs I really want to get finished. I'm putting them under a read-more to keep the dash nice and clean.

I will say, this has taken me an hour to write up, and I'd recommend you doing likewise if you think there's little ways you want to improve.

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Overall Running of Blogs

I'm going to experiment a new approach to running the blogs. For this, I'm going to put all active blogs to low-medium activity. In other words, even if I am personally lurking on mobile, I won't be constantly writing things if I'm not able to. (Work is just about to get super busy and I'm anticipating chaos)

A queue/schedule function will be used for all blogs. I intend to dedicate one weekday evening to working without interruption on replies. Taking commutes to the city and family visits into account, this is looking to be a Thursday, which is the only day I am neither travelling to the city nor have a guaranteed family visit. Of course, this may fluctuate, but that's what I'm hoping to work with, assuming those things stay as they are.

However! What all this means is that I am going to tentatively take skullandbowties off hiatus. With that blog being quiet, it should be possible to juggle it better now. Plus, it's officially off-season so the demand for him from new blogs ought to be low. I'm very smart :D

I also plan to update all pinned posts. I am aware some of them are marking a vacation from months ago.

Individual Blog Maintenance

Create "New Here?" posts to add to the pinned posts/info tags. This is going to be a very quick crash course on what to expect from the blog, especially where some characters might diverge from fanon expectations.

FINISH. WILF'S. BIO. It's not actually relevant to anything being written on the blog itself at present, but I really want to flesh out his character and show that he was stuck in stories for years, decades even! The doc has the word count to 4,888 at this precise moment. This is a mix of summary and brainstorm. Since it's getting a 'little' out of hand, I intend to have a 'tldr' at the start that people can read, and then longer versions if they're curious to get the full story. Maybe even have it that they can jump to particular parts but... I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.

Likewise, Noah's version of Space needs to be finished. This one is going to be a summary, but it's a case of making sure the pieces are in place sufficiently to have parts match canon Space, but also make it clear that there is a lot of differences between canon and what he went through, with his plot entirely spiralling away for 'Part 2'. This is at 5,794 words, and the ending has yet to be ironed out...

(I am going to stop creating needlessly long-winded projects for myself that realistically add nothing of value to my blogs. These two projects are exhausting...)

Theauthorlives is returning to a very small multimuse. Any muses that aren't ones I genuinely enjoy writing are being fully archived, unless they are muses that get no traction but I want to keep the possibility open. Details of that will be shared when I do this.

Redo some muse icons (not all of them!). Though the selection I have for particular sets is a lot, I still feel like I'm missing some expressions or poses. I would like to remake one batch of icons for three characters, and finish iconning a third. Replies seem to be shifting toward iconless, but I like them for asks or IC commentaries.

OOC/Mun Related stuff

Following matters that have happened both online and IRL, I've decided to take a step back from actively engaging with people. My focus will be people that I have been in good communication with for the last twelve months (as well as people I don't talk to frequently but am on friendly terms with) rather than people I feel I have to 'chase' after. Saying that, I'm going to try and not let past experiences meddle with anything in with new writing partners - whether these are brand new to the community or people I've not had the chance to properly interact with prior to this. Just be aware that I might not be super outgoing at first. (This is where setting limits and boundaries is good practice, everyone! Don't sell yourself short, and don't spread yourself out too thinly!)

Which is where I now say I want to send even more asks! Not just memes or sentence starters, but general questions about headcanons or muse opinions. I want to get people thinking more.

My stance on Discord still stands, in that it's solely for OOC stuff, but I'm not giving it out to everyone. However, I have been in two group servers that have little-to-no connection with writing rp threads in them. I would hope that I can fully regain my sense of comfort using Discord as a whole.

Art related

Despite socially stepping back, I still want to keep some semblance of 'community' where my blogs are active so people don't feel isolated. For instance, I want to do something that encourages invasions of ask boxes. That was good fun to watch as the chaos began to spread, and when people are good-humoured to go along with my silly ideas.

I want to have one huge art-related event at some point this year. I'm not entirely what or how to do it, but I think it would be a great excuse to practice something. Portraits, comics, something like that. I'll have a think. (For those who remember, the water gun event was supposed to have an art conclusion but plans for that fell through.)

I want to try and upload drawn responses to heythereneighbor once a week if I can. Obviously, this is depending on how busy it is.

I'd also like to try doodling more on other blogs? But I'm not sure if this is even something people want to see anymore. People might prefer I focus on writing if I have free time instead of doodles or little comics.

... the writing blog. I need to do stuff with that in general. Whoops.

Finally, I want to do what I can to the best of my abilities on a particular day. I've always told people over the years that real life comes before rp, and I still stand by that. Whether I'm around or not every day isn't the end of the world. The communities I write in are a lot slower paced than they were when I started, which is great! I need to remind myself that I don't need to be writing just because I have a bit of free time.

[reilleclan-blog]

Ok gang so I came across a stray cat a couple nights ago the kitten was crying so loudly out my window I couldn't not help it, so yes I did bring it inside, I wouldn't have done that if it was completely feral cats usually feral very feral cats don't come near humans they'll wait for food but not if u tryna "lure" them. So I fed the cat thinking it would stop crying but it also wanted to come inside the house and I caved b/c fuck me for giving a fuck about a baby cat. But I put it in the bathroom downstairs at least it would be safe and I gave it more food and stayed with it a little, I don't even think the thing slept, and afterwards I told my mom I took it in and she starts yelling at me like very much verbally abusing me for trying to protect a baby animal. Like yes the animal could have flees but I'm not gonna hear a baby and not help it I guess. So after she finished yelling and guilt tripping the fuk out of me, the kitten ran out of my arms when I was deciding to walk it to a shelter, when it left my arms I went back inside crying b/c I felt so bad just because I wanted to help A BABY KITTEN? Fast forward, I unfortunately couldn't do much to help it I fed it another night but that was it. The same day I fed it, I come home and find out the neighbors took the little thing in. I'm ngl I was happy to hear that but a bit worried I guess I'm worried b/c I was the only one really helping it the past few nights now these ppl have taken it in.

Ig I don't have to worry anymore since it'll be safe but ngl I wanted the cat . I even named it (in my head) but I knew it was dumb to think I could keep it. I just knew if no one was gonna help it I would. Another thing that annoys me tho is how my mother's reaction about the animal was so dramatic she could've won an Oscar with all the yelling and guilt tripping she did. She yells at me about how I could possibly die if it had rabies and shit like that and saying how she couldn't pay for my funeral if I died(while she's constantly online shopping) I'm ngl i appreciate what my mother does for me but most of the shit is abusive and I'm not gonna kiss her ass when I know I've been abusived most my life and everyone tells me to just suck it up or "that's my mom that's ur dad" as if that abuse doesn't haunt everyday I've been breathing.

She did all that yelling and verbal abusing and guilt tripping all for her to be in my face a couple hours later talking about "it's cute"(the cat) saying "it's my fault" the cat coming to the door, she says it in a "joking" way but how tf do u think I'm supposed to react after u just made me feel like absolute dog shit just for caring for a kitten. And when I tell u the kitten was so affectionate and very loving, it just wanted attention. It was probably the nicest kitten I'd ever met . But yeah, my mom goes from yelling at me like she's fucking insane to acting like it NEVER happened. I've never heard an apology from my parents that ever mattered . ( just as I'm typing this she comes into my room telling me the "kitten isn't loyal" again trying to be funny, but again u yelled at me like a fucking psycho just for caring about it. She act like I let it play all through the house and scratch furniture or some shit. I just don't understand this lady at all. I need to leave this place. I don't think I'll be that much happier but maybe I'd be "safer") anyways again I don't have to worry about it ig

Edit: neighbors took the cat in then threw it back outside^^'

And my mother says "they prob think it's our cat" please why in the world would they think it's ours when the first night I took it in u screamed so loud at me everyone could hear that it wasn't our cat. Also I went outside with the damn thing crying in my arms, I think anyone with context clues would understand that ain't my cat, when it jumps out my arms . I swear everything my mother says is said to only disagree with me it's not to make sense , it's just to disagree , so anyways I guess I will call a shelter. And she comes into my room trying to lecture me again about what I did, and obviously I'm frustrated b/c why the fuck do I need to hear u say something over and over , but this time u want to say it "calmly" "I'm not screaming at u or nothing just trying to talk" oh but the first time u couldn't have done that ? This lady was screaming at me so bad u would think someone was getting murdered. I– my feelings never fucking matter , Never. And she gets butthurt because I DONT WANT TO HEAR THE SAME SHIT SHE DONE ALREADY SAID SCREAMING AT ME LIKE A FUCKING PSYCHO. ESPECIALLY AFTER NO APOLOGY NO NOTHING I DONT EXPECT ONE BECAUSE IM NOT EVEN SEEN AS A HUMAN TO MY PARENTS, BUT DID U THINK I JUST FORGOT HOW U SCREAMED AT ME ??? REALLY? IM THE ONE BEING PETTY BECAUSE I DONT WANT TO HEAR SOMETHING I ALREADY WAS TOLD WHILE BEING DISRESPECTED PLEASE FUCKING EXPLAIN THAT

[blackiraven]

Heyyy, I don't know if you keep writing this but, can I ask for Arkham! Scriddler or Sales! Scriddler Kissing? Love ya writing, makes me happy! <3

Oh, that's so cute! Thank you very much, my dear reader. Of course I can do it. And I think I'll do both to make you doubly happy!🤗💖💖💖

I decided to write a continuation of this story, and the story with Sale! Scriddler I'll post the separately.

For several hours, the only light source in the small room was a couple of monitors turned on. My hands were running around the keyboard and making multiple edits to the dimensional code. The black spots of engine oil had long dried out and were ingrained in the skin, several new small but unpleasant cuts were hastily sealed with plasters. From such constantly relentless work, all the symbols on the keys have long been erased, but I remembered everything by heart. Just a little more and my new mechanism will work perfectly. The old sensors have been replaced, now just need to adjust some parameters and conduct a test again.

Periodically, I pulled away from the computer to arch my petrified back, straighten my hunched shoulders and briefly close my strained eyes.

"Waste of time… I should have finished everything much earlier." I complain to myself and shake my head. A minute's warm-up of the fingers and neck sent invigorating discharges through the nerves, and I immediately returned to work. The loud clacking of the keys gradually acquired a kind of unique rhythm that not every ear is able to catch. The white-green light reached out to me, imperceptibly wrapped around my face and held me in front of the monitors, attracted me to them. The body quickly switched to automatic operation, and all perception and concentration moved to the head and eyes.

Something flashed, but I attributed it to the play of light and the darkness accumulated behind me. Then a pleasant smell tickled my nose, clearly not fitting into the atmosphere of my workshop. It made me distracted, and I saw a bandaged hand carefully put a mug of hot coffee on my table and also slowly returned to the darkness.

"What will become empty if it moves from place to place?" in response, all my work was interrupted by the fact that the chair turned one hundred and eighty degrees with me. The high back blocked out all the weak light and now the thickened darkness was looking at me, in which the rest of the room was drowned. This darkness had a face, or rather, fragments of it. It looked at me reproachfully, it could scare anyone and cause associations only with something unpleasant. But I calmly examined all the noticeable outlines of the bandaged body that was barely standing on its feet. The flimsy and sometimes cracked structure needed a long repair, but the whole problem was hidden in a stubborn head.

"A straw bag." sighing, I rolled my eyes and laid my hands, which had lost the keyboard, on the armrests of the chair.

"I can't just lie and do nothing." but in his voice, fatigue and lingering weakness still slipped through. Crane had been with me for a week after I pulled his body stuffed with wooden fragments out of a cluttered alley. He woke up a couple of days ago and is already giving me no peace. He wanted to immediately leave my hole for his hole, to the laboratory for planning revenge, but at that moment John just collapsed on the floor like a paper figure. Instead of me the opened wounds cruelly onvinced him to stay. Now, when there is even a drop of strength, Crane immediately spends it, hobbles around me, watches my work and occasionally offers his help.

"Think about your biological recovery processes and, preferably, in a supine position. This is the most suitable job for you right now."

"You know what I mean, Edward."

"I know, and I think it's idiotic. Better save my new stitches that I've been working on for hours."

"Is that all?"

"Hmm… no. There's something else. Riddle me this. When can the Scarecrow rest?"

Crane didn't say anything and wasn't even going to think about my riddle. His dull eyes sank even deeper into the bottomless sockets. The hand that was injured because of the broken glove began to tremble, the fingers twitched, twisted, and the bandages barely restrained them. It also brought unbearable pain and John could not hide it. With the help of my foot, I pulled the chair with me closer to him and took his hand. I try to straighten his palm, fingers and restrain him from cramps. The flimsy and exhausted body immediately succumbed to my minimal efforts and clung to me.

"When he's not being pecked by crows." I press his hand, writhing in agony, to my chest. Crane froze and held his breath indefinitely, and I pulled him even closer and unexpectedly to both of us kissed. I just wanted to do it, even though the moment was inappropriate. Something pushed me, someone's invisible call… At that moment, John came to life abruptly, as if it was not a kiss, but a sip from a holy healing spring. The surviving hand rested on my hair, then went down to my cheek and stroked. I lift my head up as much as possible and put myself at his disposal so that he can drink me to the bottom and gain strength. Maybe that's what he needed? Just a kiss instead of annoying care and all the reproaches. Crane's lips grasped mine insatiably, our warming breath then separated for seconds, then merged again into a turbulent current that demolished all the glaciers. He drew out all my vital warmth, wrapping his thin cold fingers around my neck, but I did not resist. I close my eyes and don't let go of the bandaged palm that rested against my heaving chest. Our tongues clashed in a small battle for leadership, but immediately began to succumb to each other. You're so greedy, Crane… so be it, I'll give in to you this time. When he got into the taste, he began to bite and scratch, but it was a kind of flirtation, without blood and serious pain. Broken nails dug into the skin and slowly descended to my collarbone. It was nice. My whole body suddenly went limp, it was getting hot inside. Gentle moans gradually accumulated in my throat and eventually slipped off my reddened and swollen lips. John caught them like an experienced hunter of small birds, and enjoyed his modest prey. It seemed that the darkness was retreating and throwing off its burdensome embrace from the half-dead man. He was getting warmer, softer, alive. An accelerating pulse was felt through the thin wrist, and a pleasant shiver ran through the skin-covered bones. The shreds of parched lips were filled with my moisture, becoming the most tender and sensitive. The consciousness was sinking deep into the abyss of the tortured soul, taking all the feelings with it, but his new movements brought me back.

Crane's strength was leaving him again with great speed, but he continued with all his characteristic stubbornness. At the critical moment, I kept him from falling and almost completely pressed this empty bag of straw to me. Due to John's deteriorating condition, I had to interrupt our prolonged kiss, even though he continued to insist on the opposite. Crane grabbed my shoulders with both hands, and a very bright spark flashed for a second in the impenetrable fog of his eyes. Stubborn, but soft as clay, so it never turns out to make some kind of masterpiece out of it.

"Please go back to bed. You need to rest." holding hollow head, I whisper in his ear.

"Umh… so be it. But when you're done… come to me."

"Dare you set conditions for me? In my place?"

"Of course."

"Then I accept them."

[princessfbi]

💌, 💘, ☯️

💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

Mhmmmmmm I'd Wait Here Forever just because I know how I would do it differently now. I was overworked and stressed out with real world stuff when I was writing that fic so I think I was just really wanting to get it out and it didn't quite come together as I envisioned.

I'm torn about saying Hardest Hit from Feather's Kiss because I know people love it and I do too! But I also don't remember writing much of it and like the characterization is off in my opinion. But also I'm proud of it and finishing it and learning about hockey so I let it be.

☯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

I am SUCH an introvert. I get it. I am zapped on socializing most of the time so it's hard. But I've also found some of the greatest friends that I can talk to that are effortless to be around. I know it's difficult but eventually you find your people and those are the people who show up.

That being said, I think for this to community to grow and stay healthy, I think it's a two way street. I think there has to be some effort on everyone's part. It's very easy to get caught up in the brain rot and just consume consume consume without stopping to consider what you are contributing to the community. "Oh, I'm not a writer and I can't draw. I just am here for a good time." Great! Do you comment? Do you reblog? Do you leave a kudos?

This should first and foremost be a place of fun and enjoyment. You should be able to come here and escape for a little while and if you read one of my fics and get to just be with your own self and have fun for an hour then that's incredible! If you sit and listen to a podfic while at your job that you hate and it gets you through the day then that's amazing. I love writing! People love drawing! People love podficcing and giffing and reccing fics! But that doesn't mean it doesn't requite some effort.

So I think it helps to revaluate your perspective on things. You're not a social person or you have social anxiety and that's a hundred percent fine. But think of a community as a garden. You've got all these amazing fruits and vegetables that are available for grabs. But what happens when people take and don't water the soil? What happens when people take and then don't donate to the supplies box? What happens when you don't pull out the weeds and spend some time and effort and care to the garden? Eventually it dries up and the garden disappear.

I think it's important for all of us to say to ourselves "how can I contribute to this experience? Am I taking without giving anything back?" It's an easy fix! Comment, reblog, kudos. I am my most awkward self when I am commenting on a fic but I know what it's like to spend countless hours working on something just to hear nothing in return.

We cultivate the experiences we create and that takes effort. And sometimes you don't have it in you. I get that. I have a tab section on my phone of fics I still owe a comment on. I have fics that have been open in my tabs forever because I just don't have the attention span for 70k that day. But I am intentional with my effort. I choose to spread kindness and encouragement even if it makes me uncomfortable sometimes because I think I sound so weird but I know someone worked hard on this thing I got to enjoy.

It can mean the world. Someone just a few weeks ago reached out because they heard I was having a bad day and now we talk almost daily.

So I guess I think I would just say try. You might be surprised!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Mhmmmm let me see if I can find something in my 100th fic:

“Eddie!” Chimney all but hissed his name. His eyes darted to the curtain and the closed door just beyond it that Eddie fully intended to walk through on his own. “You can’t!”  “You would if it was Maddie!” Eddie shot back and Chimney flinched with the blow.

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[lunaraindrop]

A real-life update and a rant from your girl, Luna 😁

I'm going to rant here for a moment. This is about the woman who will soon be my former boss.

I posted not too long ago that I was putting in my two weeks notice. Things were so bad at the school. I tried to hold out...but I just couldn't take it anymore.

Part of the huge problem is communication, or lack thereof when it comes to the director telling me important things. Another part is just how clipped and downright mean she can be towards me.

Last Thursday, I was made to work over ten hours, again, with the summer program at my school. We are short staffed. I was tricked into it, despite me going over my director's head to *her* boss to make it stop. Which she said she would make sure it didn't happen again. But this happened during her vacation.

Someone has to stay with the children, by law. However, there was no schedule up for me to see, and I was not told I was assigned to work manditory overtime that day in advance.

This is right after two weeks in a row of having to stay late and working fifty plus hours.

That's over one hundred hours of work time in two weeks, folks. And I work with children. This isn't a desk job.

It was after work that day that I had a dizzy spell. I haven't had one in quite a while.

Life with an autoimmune disease like Hashimoto's is not easy. I take my thyroid medication, I try to stay hydrated, and I try to get the rest I need.

My doctors continue to stress that I need less stress and rest to be at my healthiest.

But, back to dizzy spells. Yes, plural. Also, seeing spots, ringing in my ears, and yucky stomach issues.

I did end up getting checked out by my doctor, and then the ER a couple of days later.

The verdict?

I was suffering from exhaustion and dehydration!

I let work know that I had medical issues. Silence. Not a word.

I was brief, but I kept my boss up to date on my situation.

Silence.

I was bound and determined to get some rest and try to finish my two weeks.

On Tuesday, after I left the hospital, I realized that I left my big, practically new bottle of ketchup in my classroom's refrigerator. I didn't feel like going out to buy a new one, so I stopped by the school and got it. I also took my insulated cup home to clean.

This morning, my boss finally lifted the radio silence to say, "I assume you're not coming back. You used your key on Tuesday. To come get your things, maybe?"

...

Folks, I have barely taken a day off. I haven't taken my vacation at all this year. I've worked hard, have kept everything up to date. I have been lied to and trampled on by this school...to the point that it effects my health...and *that* is her reply?! Does that mean she didn't check any of my other messages?!

Anyway, I professional let her know that I had every intention to fulfill my last week of my notice, but *as I have said*, I've been having medical issues. I painstakingly told her about going to get my bottle of ketchup, and taking my cup home to clean. If she thought a cup and a bottle of ketchup were my only personal items in my classroom...she is insane. I have my planner, my instruction books, my planter, everything I have purchased for the classroom!

To put icing on the cake, she went ahead and deleted my work email!

All because I was taking my earned, needed sick days!

*sigh*

I'm so glad I'm leaving.

EDIT:

Another reason I decided to post this is because I am pretty sure a coworker, or, err, *former* coworker, follows me on here. In that case, *waves*, hi! This is what happened!

[storyteller-ish]

i finished watching reset so expect some mild shit posting in the coming days

[holdmeclosertinytaron]

A/N: I don't know where this came from, or why I felt the need to write it, but here we are. I hope you enjoy this little stop gap before I next post after I've finished my Master's dissertation. I haven't edited this properly because I don't have the energy right now so please excuse any mistakes in it.

Word count: 2.2k

‘Can you come over?’ You asked, lips protruded into a gentle pout. The bedroom was dark and quiet, and the bed was cold and lonely. All you could bring yourself to do was stare at the ceiling as hope that sleep would soon settle itself upon you. ‘Come over and cuddle me.’ 

‘Babe,’ he sighed softly, so softly that you could see the toying smile at his lips as he did, ‘you know I can’t do that.’ 

You blinked slowly. ‘Who made that rule? It’s such a shit rule. Like, who is society to tell me that I can’t cuddle my fiancé? You realise how fucked up that is?’ 

Taron chuckled on the other end of the phone and you could just about hear him gulp down a sip of what you assumed would be a beer. ‘Some traditionalist years ago. Said it was bad luck to see one another, or whatever they say it is anyway.’ 

‘Exactly!’ You exclaimed before clapping your hand over your mouth tightly, hoping that you hadn’t woken anybody in the house. ‘We aren’t traditionalists. We’re far from traditional. Please come over, Taron. I will get on my knees and beg if I have to. I miss you.’ 

‘It’s been five hours, Y/N.’ 

‘The longest five hours of my life.’ 

You let yourself slide down your bed until your head rested against Taron’s pillow, his scent enveloping you beautifully. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Your mum and best friend had gone to bed a couple of hours prior, telling you that you needed to go to sleep yourself so that you weren’t tired the following day. But you weren’t tired. You were running on so much adrenaline that your brain simply wouldn’t shut off. 

‘I miss you too,’ he whispered quietly. ‘If Madeline sees me then we’re both going to get it in the neck. You are aware of that, right?’ 

‘She doesn’t have to know.’ You smirked to yourself, knowing that you’d gotten your way and that he would be on his way to the house any minute. The muffled sounds of him shuffling around the hotel room and tripping over something made you chuckle gently. ‘I’ll sneak downstairs for a glass of water and let you in through the back door so neither of them hear. Then, we’ll come up to our bedroom, lay in bed, sleep, and set an alarm for stupidly early and sneak you back out so that neither of them see.’ 

‘You’ve got it all planned out, don’t you?’ He laughed. 

‘I can’t sleep in this bed without you. And if I don’t sleep then I’ll be shattered tomorrow and Mads will ring my neck.’ 

The line went quiet and then you heard the click of a hotel door lock. ‘I’ll text you when I’m outside?’ 

‘Or you could stay on the phone to me and we could talk? We haven’t done that in a while.’ 

‘We haven’t.’ You could hear the smile in Taron’s voice as he spoke, and you could just about make out the faint sound of the lift bell when it got to him. ‘I remember when we first started talking and we’d talk while you drove to and from work. That feels like such a long time ago now, doesn’t it?’ 

‘It does,’ you agreed. ‘Sometimes I would just go for a drive so we could call because there was something about talking to you while driving that did this thing to me.’ 

‘Did a thing, did it?’ Taron smirked. ‘What kind of thing?’

‘Taron I swear to god, get your mind out of the gutter,’ you giggled. ‘You know that driving relaxes me.’ 

‘I do…’ 

‘Well talking to you relaxes me too. So driving and talking to you was like this wave of peace that washed over me. It still does. My entire body just goes limp when we’re talking. But in the best possible way.’ 

You heard the engine of Taron’s car start and your body tensed eagerly. ‘I can’t believe you would go out just so we could talk. Where did you go?’ 

‘Sometimes I just drove and parked up at the side of the road somewhere,’ you confessed. ‘Other times I would drive to the shop and then walk around aimlessly for an amount of time that seemed appropriate before I drove home. Then every now and then I would go for food somewhere.’ 

‘I remember the food stops,’ he laughed. ‘It’s so weird driving around with no traffic.’ 

‘That’s because it’s almost one in the morning. You need to not park right outside the house. My mum wakes up in the middle of the night to use the toilet and she always looks outside. If she sees the car then…’ 

‘I’ll park behind the bushes outside next door’s house, how about that?’ He laughed softly. ‘I couldn’t sleep either, by the way. Even though we’ve gone months without seeing one another before. This feels different. There’s something else there.’ 

You hummed in agreement. ‘There’s a level of adrenaline running through me right now. Sneaking around like a teenager trying to sneak a guy into the house when I’d been told I wasn’t allowed. Except this time, I’m sneaking the guy into the house. Into our own house.’ 

‘You used to sneak guys into the house as a teenager?’ 

‘Just one. My first boyfriend, Max.’ You laughed at the memory. ‘Well, actually, I failed miserably. I tried to sneak him into the house not knowing that my mum was in the living room and could see everything I was doing. She shit me up when she opened the door. I got grounded for a month and I never tried to sneak anyone in again.’ 

‘So what you’re telling me is that you’re about to sneak me into the house when the last time you tried to sneak someone in, you got caught and grounded for a month? This doesn’t bode very well.’ 

‘Even if all I get is a kiss then I’m happy,’ you smiled. ‘But I’m an adult now so she can’t ground me. Or at least, she can’t ground me until after Antigua.’ 

Taron laughed. ‘You’re funny. Okay I’m turning onto the main street now. I’ll see you soon. I love you.’ 

‘I love you too.’ 

******

‘Shh, don’t wake them up,’ you giggled as you stepped out of the house. He’d tripped over one of the plants on the path to the back door and had frozen in place as you tried to listen for anybody in the house. You cupped his cheeks in your hands and pulled him into your lips, sighing happily when he grabbed your waist and kissed you back. 

The kiss was short and sweet, almost as though it was a kiss of habit. Like the kind of kiss you’d share every day for the rest of your lives. A kiss that said ‘hello’ and ‘I love you’ all in one. 

When you pulled away from the kiss, he held you to him and pressed his nose into your hair where he took a deep breath. A breath so deep that you swore it could have been the first breath he’d ever taken. His lungs filled with air and he smiled into you as he exhaled. 

‘I can’t believe that you talked me into this,’ Taron chuckled softly. ‘Out of all the things I thought I’d be doing tonight, sneaking into my own house wasn’t one of them.’ 

‘It didn’t take much convincing, did it, T?’ You laughed in response, stepping onto your tiptoes to kiss him again. ‘I asked you twice and here you are. Why, what did you think that you’d be doing tonight?’ 

Taron smirked at you and licked his lips slowly, leaning down to your ear. His breath tickled as he whispered, ‘Well before my phone rang, I was drinking beer, eating a bag of crisps and scrolling through Netflix trying to find something to watch. So not much.’ 

You did your best to hide the laughs radiating through you as you pulled away from him, head tilted to the side as you eyed him playfully. ‘Wow, you’re really sexy when you talk beer and crisps.’ 

‘I try my best. Come on, let’s go to bed.’ 

‘That sounds perfect,’ you sighed happily, taking his hand in yours and pulling him into the house. You kept a lookout while Taron locked the door as quietly as he could. 

He stepped in front of you and walked through the kitchen towards the hallway, listening out for anybody before letting you know that the coast was clear and that it was free for you to walk through. As you tiptoed through the house, you tried to stop giggling but it was hard. Taron kept turning to you with wide eyes to try and get you to stop but that only made it worse. 

‘You are shocking at sneaking people in,’ he laughed when your bedroom door was closed behind you. ‘Like, horrifyingly bad at sneaking people in.’ 

‘Did you not hear my story about Max?’

Taron wrapped his arms around your body and held you tightly against him. ‘I did. But I also tried not to think about you sneaking any other guy into any other house. Because I get jealous at the mere thought of you with somebody else.’ 

You smiled lightly, snuggling into his chest and taking a deep breath. Your eyes struggled to stay open as you stood in his arms. ‘But you’re the guy. The last guy I’ll ever be sneaking into a house.’ 

‘That’s true,’ he responded, peeling your dressing gown away from your body and letting it pool at your feet in a little material puddle. ‘Did you invite me over just to sleep or…’

‘Okay one,’ you laughed, ‘I didn’t invite you over. I can’t invite you to your own house. I asked you to come home. Two, as much as I would really, really like to…I’m absolutely exhausted.’ 

‘I thought you said you couldn’t sleep,’ he chuckled as he let go of you and walked over to his side of the bed. He peeled his t-shirt from his body and tugged his joggers down, climbing into bed and patting your side for you. 

You smiled as you climbed into the bed next to him, resting your head on his chest. ‘I couldn’t sleep. Doesn’t mean I wasn’t exhausted. Mads and mum had me busy constantly since you left. We ordered Chinese food and then played Monopoly for what felt like hours. We made cocktails and then cleaned the entire house so that it looks good for tomorrow; we watched tv and had a proper pamper evening. And then we reminisced on childhood and then Mads pulled out the wedding scrapbook we’d made as kids and we cried over it for a good while. It doesn’t sound like a lot but it was exhausting. I just want you to hold me in bed. I want to enjoy our last night together before we become an official family.’ 

Taron smiled softly against the top of your head as he pulled the covers over your body and held you close. Your head lifted and fell with each breath he took. ‘What did you think the eve of your wedding would look like?’ He asked sincerely. 

‘I’m not sure I can share that information. It might be considered bad luck,’ you chuckled.

‘You’re funny. Come on, tell me. I’m curious.’ 

‘I always thought that I would try to get my fiancé to sneak into the house so that we could spend the night together because I am far from traditional and I just knew that I would hate to be away from him. Especially on a night as exciting as this one.’ 

‘So in essence, your mum and Madeline already knew that you were going to sneak me into the house?’ 

You could hear the smile in his voice as you held him tighter, pressing a dainty kiss to his chest as you nodded lightly. ‘What can I say? Other than you love me for my weird little quirks.’ 

‘I do,’ he said, kissing the top of your head. ‘I do wish that you’d told me they knew so that I didn’t park down the street and sneak in the back door like a teenager trying to sneak in after a night out with his mates.’ 

‘Yeah but it’s more fun this way, right?’ You asked, tilting your head up so that you could kiss his lips softly. ‘It’s like an adventure and makes us feel youthful. It’s a bit of fun in all of the chaos of planning and prepping that we’ve been in for months on end.’ 

Taron hummed. ‘It does feel quite nice. I know you said that you were tired but right now, here-’ 

‘Suddenly I’m not very tired,’ you smirked, rolling onto your back as Taron hovered over you and pressing his lips to yours sweetly. ‘Not tired at all. But shh, don’t wake anybody up.’ 

‘You’re one to talk,’ he giggled, reaching a hand under the covers.