#imma patiently wait for someone to fill this prompt..

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“Wha–.... Why.. Why did you kill them?!”

“Don’t worry,” the other said, “It’s nothing personal.”

“.. Nothing personal? Nothing personal?! I could probably understand why you would kill them if it were personal!”

“Oh, come on!” the assassin complained, “How am I supposed to survive and pay bills then?”

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Waiting (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 2,4 k

Summary: OH3 Chapter 5 added scene. Ethan and Tobias talk as they wait for the surgery to be over. ft. cute moments between Ethan and Claire

Warnings: None

A/N: Tobias and Ethan friendship will happen. If PB won’t let me make this happen (they will but still), then Imma make it happen myself.

Tobias took a deep breath as the air of the early autumn ruffled his hair. The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm light on his face. He dug his hands into the pockets of his white coat, closing his eyes for a moment. A slight smirk tugged on the corners of his lips at the memory of the meeting he just got out of. He’s always enjoyed teasing Ethan and at some point, that teasing escalated to arguing and one-upping him – he enjoyed the latter even more.

A surprised shriek pulled him out of his wonder, prompting his eyes to open. The sound was filled to the brim with happiness, not raising the alert in his mind, so he calmly looked around in search of the source. And found it rather quickly.

His eyes fell onto a couple, standing in the middle of the garden near the hospital. The man had his arm wrapped tightly around the woman, keeping her close to him. His shoulders shook slightly as he laughed at something she said, then their lips met in a kiss so intense that it made Tobias want to look away. But he didn’t.

Because it might have been the very first time he’s ever seen Ethan Ramsey this relaxed around someone. This happy. For a moment, he wasn’t even sure if his eyes weren’t deceiving him, but upon blinking a couple of times, he was sure – it was Claire and Ethan.

They pulled apart slightly, enough for Tobias to see a wide grin on Ethan’s face as he said something to her, staring into her eyes. He dove towards her right after, caressing the side of her neck tenderly, his other hand gripping the fabric of her white coat at her back.

Their lips meet again, softer this time, gentler, like he was savoring the taste and the feel of her by his side. Come to think of it, he probably was – Tobias himself knew that these two had their fair share of experiences, so it wasn’t all that surprising that Ethan would behave like this, even if it wasn’t what Tobias came to expect from him.

The same intensity, coupled with softness, could easily be found in the way Claire’s arms wrapped around Ethan’s neck, pulling him downwards so they were at a similar height. That made him laugh, breaking the kiss for a second before he adjusted his grip, pulling her upwards, the tips of her shoes barely touching the ground.

When they eventually separated for good, Tobias could very clearly notice their heavy breathing and how they held onto one another despite the fact that the intense moment was behind them. What was left was the tenderness in their smiles and the gentleness of Ethan’s touch when he traced the corner of Claire’s lips with his thumb.

Tobias didn’t need to observe the pair any longer, feeling not like he was invading their privacy – they were making out in the middle of the public garden, for god’s sake – but like he’s seen enough. He’d tease his old friend about this later. With one final look at the pair, he turned back around and went into the hospital.

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Ethan walked back to the table in the office, balancing three cups of coffee in his hold. They’ve been waiting for two hours already, with no news regarding Francis. He stopped by Claire’s side, letting her take two cups out of his hands before he turned to Tobias, handing him the third one. His old friend eyed the coffee, then looked up at him with surprise in his eyes and hesitation in every move he did and didn’t make. A short while later, he accepted the cup with a nod, watching Ethan as he walked back to his seat.

Knowingly to both men or not, Claire seated herself between them for a reason. If they were supposed to spend the next couple of hours in that office, they needed to not kill one another in the meantime. If she had to be a buffer, then so be it.

Sitting down, Ethan took his coffee from his girlfriend, her inviting smile eliciting one of his own. The rich flavor helped his tired body wake up a bit, caffeine speeding up his heartbeat a little. He heard a soft hum of appreciation and approval from Claire, his lips curling upwards at the sound.

None of them said a word for the next couple of minutes, finishing their drinks in silence. It allowed Ethan to finally sit down and process what happened that day.

He’s working with Tobias again.

Not even in his wildest dreams would he have come up with such an idea. Nightmares, sure, though he didn’t let such ridiculous notions occupy his mind. Tobias would be the last person he’d consider for a spot on his team, considering both their professional turmoil and the personal one. If they couldn’t hold a civilized conversation outside of work, how the hell were they supposed to put everything that’s happened aside to work together as a team?

He should have known that Bloom would pull something like this – he’s never trusted the man. He wouldn’t trust him with his coffee order, not to mention something as integral as the choice of the member of the team. Every time his new boss inserted himself into their work, despite not knowing a damn thing about it, he wanted to shove a piece of paper down his throat. But he couldn’t – and Claire wouldn’t let him, no matter how much she agreed with him that Bloom deserved that and so much more.

But he didn’t have any choice in that matter now. Tobias was the member of the team. Whether he liked it or not, they would be seeing each other every day and they would have to put their differences aside. If not for the sake of their sanities, then for the sake of their patients.

Perhaps it was time to finally sit down and have a mature conversation about everything that went down all those years ago, like he wanted to do before. They will never go back to what their friendship used to be, too many things have happened. What they could do was resolve the past and try to move forward – Claire’s advice rang in his ears at that idea.

All that would have to wait, however, because in that moment, they had bigger issues than their personal problems. Francis was lying on the table in the OR as Harper raced against the time, and all they could do was wait – he always loathed that part.

His attention has been stolen by the subtle movement near his hand. Claire took his empty cup out of his hand, standing up to take Tobias’s too to get rid of them. Ethan’s eyes followed her as she deposited them on the tray by the coffee machine and walked back to her seat. As soon as she was within his reach, he took her hand into his, tangling their fingers together and giving them a gentle squeeze. She smiled at him, turning her body towards him wordlessly. Her thumb traced the line of his bones, the motion soothing him.

“I can’t decide if I’m tired or restless.” Tobias breathed out deeply, drumming his fingers on the table. The break of silence was welcomed by his other two companions – they were all getting tired of the quiet tension that filled the room to the brim, getting thicker by the minute, making it harder to breathe.

“I’m stressing out, but I don’t think I can keep my eyes open any longer.” Claire concluded, letting her head fall onto Ethan’s shoulder softly. He wrapped his arm around her pulling her into his embrace, a hint of a helpless grin stretching his features.

“You just drank coffee.” He argued, turning his head to look at her. She glanced up at him, scrunching her nose adorably.

“That’s the best way to have a powernap. Scientifically proven.”

“By who?” Tobias asked, smirking suspiciously at the younger woman. She retorted without missing a beat, turning around and leaning out of her seat to look at him.

“By me. Works wonders.” Having finished her line, she fell back into Ethan’s waiting arms, nesting herself into her boyfriend’s embrace once more. He nudged her head with his nose as he mused under his breath.

“If you say so.”

Not much later, her breathing evened out and she fell into a light slumber, burying her face into his neck. Ethan looked down at her with adoration sparkling in his eyes, closing his own eyes for a moment. It didn’t last long, though.

“If you told me years ago that we’d both be on the Diagnostic Team together, I’d call you an idiot.” Tobias started speaking, seemingly innocently, but there was something to his tone that indicated that it was only the beginning.

“If you told me I’d have to work with you despite everything you’ve done, I would have called you an idiot too. Or perhaps something else, more suitable for the occasion.”

“Hey now, E, there’s no need to be so dramatic. If we’re going to be seeing each other every day, we need to be friendly.” He grinned brightly, his eyes falling onto the woman in Ethan’s arms. “Look at Herondale and I, we can be very friendly.”

Ethan scoffed at him, trying to ignore the pang he felt at the last words. He adjusted his grip on her, hugging her just a tiny bit tighter, more securely.

“We have to be civil long enough to get our work done, but don’t think that you walking in here, smiling, will erase the stunts you’ve been pulling all those years. It doesn’t work like that.”

Silence hung between them as their stares tried one another, daring the other to break first. For what must have been the first time, Tobias relented, looking away with tension in his eyes.

“I am aware of that.”

Ethan, convinced that it was the end of the conversation, twisted his frame the slightest bit, allowing Claire to get more comfortable in her sleep. He gazed at their joined hands, her grip secure despite not being aware of that. Her closeness relaxed him like nothing else, his exchange with Tobias suddenly a thousand miles away from his mind. With a private smile, he pressed a gentle kiss to her hair, letting out a deep breath.

Tobias watched the pair silently – not for the first time. But it was the first time that he got to see them from such a close proximity. Even in a situation as tense as the one they all were in right now, they somehow managed to find peace in each other. He’s known Ethan for over a decade and he’s never met a person that was able to lead him away from seeing red with just one look. It’s like she somehow put a spell on him, and to Tobias, it seemed that Ethan was well aware of that – and did nothing to change it. He welcomed it with open arms. “She really got you good, huh?”

Ethan slowly turned his head to face him, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, come on. Ethan Ramsey, the notorious workaholic, going home after work on time every single day? Walking around the hospital with a grin on his face?” he started pointing out everything he’s noticed during only his first day of working on the team, as well as things he’s heard from the nurses. Ethan remained silent, unsure where this was going.

“Making out with his girlfriend when he thinks no one’s looking?” at that, Ethan’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of a blush climbing onto his cheeks. “Yeah, we all saw your little escapade yesterday. Very charming scenery, red roses suit her.” Tobias nodded towards Claire, then looked at his old friend again. “Not you, though. Red is not exactly your color – I would know, since that’s exactly the color of your cheeks right now.”

“You think you’re funny, don’t you.”

“We both know that I am, E.”

They shared a look and for a moment, they were back at university, thick as thieves. Two friends who could talk about everything. Then the reality caught up to them and Tobias cleared his throat, falling quiet immediately after. The next time the silence was broken, it was Ethan who did it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever properly thanked you.” his voice was deep and low, overcame by emotions of unknown to Tobias origin.

“For what?”

“For saving her.”

Both men looked at Claire, sleeping, blissfully unaware of the conversation that was happening right over her head. Ethan’s eyes softened at the sight of her, safe and sound in his arms.

“I don’t know what I would have done if I lost her.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” Tobias responded, his hand rising on its own to pat Ethan’s shoulder, but he refrained from doing so. Instead, he offered a timid smile that was accepted and eventually mirrored.

“Just… do yourself a favor – hold onto her. And hold on tight.” He continued, saying all the things Ethan already knew. “She’s an amazing woman and, god help her, she sure wants you.”

“Believe me, I don’t know what I did to get this lucky either.” Blue-eyed attending sighed thoughtfully, choosing to ignore the obvious dig directed at him, staring at his girlfriend with a look of wonder in his eyes instead. The new doctor in the team gave him a moment to himself, focusing on the wall in front of him.

And then, in true Tobias Carrick fashion, he threw in a line to break the tension. “She could make any man feel like he’s on top of the world, so I’d watch out if I were you.”

“You’re no competition for me.” Ethan countered, grinning at his old friend, letting the wave of nostalgia wash other them both. Tobias punched his shoulder lightly, faking offense at the words. For hours, they would wait for Harper to emerge from the OR, talking quietly about old and new times as the youngest member of the team lied in her boyfriend’s arms, having heard every word since she closed her eyes.

Notes

The trick actually works wonders, I would know, it saved my ass more times than I care to admit. Well, it works 9 out of 10 times. My girl C landed herself in that 10%. Good for her, some delicious subjects were discussed :D

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Hi love!! I just took a look at the prompt lists u have linked and the prompt “you said what to your teacher?” sounds like it could be absolutely hilarious if u wanna write something for that!! <33333

Notes: OMFG HIYA DAN BABEYYYY!!!! Thank you SO SO much you absolute angel face!!! This was the first thing I tried writing and actually enjoyed and just wrote it all at once in the middle of the night dlkfsajlkgjasdofiewghklsdgj THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU!!!!

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You Said What To Your Teacher? | Send Me A Prompt💜

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“Do you remember when we were nine and I gave you my last sparkler because Regulus was crying that he wanted your purple smoke bomb and I was left with only my shitty poppers to throw when the ball dropped on New Year’s.”

Sub half way to his mouth and mobile lodged between his shoulder and ear, Sirius gently sets down his sandwich and dabs off the splatter of mayonnaise on his cupids bow as he tries to parse out what in bloody hell his best friend is blabbering on about.

“Oh, hi, Jem. Yeah I’m doing well, mate, thanks for asking. Works the typical grind but I think Minnie is about to give me that promotion any day now.”

“It’s a simple yes, or no answer, arse.” James retorts haughtily, sounding somehow frenzied and buoyant all at once.

“Pardon me, I thought we would just have a normal conversation like typical blokes,” Sirius sniffs, tilting back on his chair and clicking around on his desktop to look at the revised dimensions of a new building his firm was employed to begin constructing in south London. “Now remind me, my sweet. Was this the same New Year’s that you stuffed that stink bomb in the back of my shirt after stomping on it so it’d explode on me?”

“That is neither here, nor there.”

“I still feel the debris on my poor back on especially rough days.”

“You’re a twat.”

“And you’re acting dodgy.”

“I need a favor, and I thought a transactional proposition would be the sort of thing that you corporate types would appreciate.” James jabs, laughter in his words. Sirius just hopes he could picture the middle finger he’s emulating through the line.

“Just because you’ve completed residency doesn’t make you a special snowflake, you do realize this, correct?” Sirius tells him, already shooting a message to Minerva and his team that he’ll be jetting off a bit earlier so he could do whatever it is that James needs.

“Slander! It makes me the most special snowflake, Black. And it eats you up inside.” James retorts, moving away from the receiver to yell something towards one of his interns about a patient or the other.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, gorgeous. Now are you going to ever tell me what it is you need from me, or keep trying to get in my trousers, because listen either option is aces on my end. I’ll just add it to the document I send Lily every week about how I’m so obviously your dream partner.”

“It always just comes back to your burning jealousy that I chose her over you, doesn’t it?” James pretends to sigh forlornly. “Listen, my love. It’s not my fault that some birds are just born prettier than others.”

“Psha, I’m the prettiest fucker you know, Potter.”

“It’s the attitude for me, just absolutely no decorum about you.”

“Is this about that snag with me teaching Haz how to properly curse at a United fan?” Sirius asks, moving to collect his satchel and jacket. “Because I stand by that. We’re a fucking Arsenal family, damn it.”

“We were at brunch when he called that poor woman a weasel faced toad, Sirius.”

“Good man,” Sirius insists, waving goodbye to the secretary who always gives him the most devoted heart eyes.

“Well, speaking of the sprog. I’m stuck here with a new bout of paperwork to get someone transported to us from a hospital in the states, and Lily’s stuck in the maternity ward till at least nine.”

“Ooo, a bit of God father/God son time then??”

“With great power, comes great responsibility,” James says gravely.

“What have I told you about your shitty nerd references and how they give me a rash.”

“Spider-man isn’t simply for nerds you absolute pleb! There’s been three bloody franchisements for him in the past two decades!”

“Imma let Harry eat ice cream for dessert, I reckon.”

“Then you’ll have Lily to answer to,” James warns, still seething from the jibe. “And if you’re taking the bike, can you at least park a block away. This new school we’ve enrolled him into this year is well and proper, and I’d not want them to think that our son’s God father is some sort of ne’er-do-well.”

“You put respect on Rosco’s name, or so help me!”

“Right, right, the only constant love in your life.”

“She’s the only one who understands me.”

“ Whatever, just try and behave decently, will you?”

“Hah, and why wouldn’t I?” Sirius asks as he tosses his helmet into the air, patting Rosco in apology for James’s impertinence.

“Hmm, we’ll see, won’t we.” James says in an irritatingly ominous tone before clicking off the line.

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There are a lot of reasons why Sirius could hate James. He could hate him for forcing Sirius to join him on his morning runs, or hate him for his intensely perky attitude about every sodding thing. Hell he could probably hate him for his complete disregard of the mad sport that is American football. But all that withstanding, Sirius reasons that for today he’ll hate him for his cryptic fucking warning and how he knew this would happen and is probably cackling over it as he fills out a new set of discharge papers.

That absolute, unceasing, weasel faced, toad.

The ‘this’ that Sirius is referring to of course is the fact that Sirius is left dumbstruck and gawping as he strolls leisurely into Harry’s third year class, eyes roaming over the small cluster of children who had stayed after hours for extra tutoring and who are now just lounging around, waiting for a guardian to come and pick them up. But instead of first spotting the dark head that belongs to his God son, Sirius’s gaze focusses on a man… A very fit, very golden, very beautiful man. A man that’s all lithe limbs and honey eyes, and a small, quietly encouraging smile as he kneels down to chat with a blonde girl who’s got on a blue tutu and rainbow poncho.

“Fuck you James Potter,” Sirius hisses lowly to himself as he tries to collect his wits about him, and remind himself that flirting with his God son’s actual, fucking professor is not a thing that is approved of.

“Uncle Pads!”

Sirius starts, feeling suddenly grounded as Harry bounds towards him and hugs his torso with a tight squeeze. “Hiya Prongslet,” he says, grinning indulgently as he ruffles a hand through Harry’s wild mop of curls.

“Am I coming to yours then?”

“If you’ll have me,” Sirius winks, tapping the bridge of his specs fondly.

“Brilliant! I’ll just tell Professor Lupin.”

Oh, that’s a very sexy name if Sirius does say so himself, though he tries not to marinate on the fact as he waits patiently while Harry leads that absolutely delicious looking man towards him. And God, the way he’s tipping back his head only slightly to meet Sirius’s gaze— It’s lewd.

“You’re Harry’s God father, yes?” Is the first thing Professor Lupin says to him, stretching out a hand that’s all long fingers stained by ink, and knobby knuckles that Sirius suddenly has the insane craving to nip at.

Jesus, he needs to get himself the fuck together.

“Ahem, yes, yes. I’m that. I’m Sirius I mean— Oh, my name, and erm— I’m also serious that I am his God father, that is a thing.” Sirius rambles, feeling like a complete idiot as he takes hold of Remus’s slender hand into his own, and shakes it with two, awkward pumps— holding onto it for a beat too long.

Sirius repeats, fuck James Potter.

“Right,” Professor Lupin says with something akin to amused. “Well he’s only got his maths to finish tonight, and a bit more reading for history.”

“Oh, good. I’ll definitely help with that. I’m great with numbers.”

“Wonderful,” Professor Lupin nods at him before peering down at Harry and grinning widely. “You did great today, just keep up with your novel for Professor Meadows and you’re splendid. Yeah?”

“Thank you Professor Lupin,” Harry preens, chest puffed out not unlike how James had used to do back in their school days every time they won a footie match.

“Nice meeting you Mr— ah?”

“Black!” Sirius quickly offers, straightening up immediately like a rose bud stretching towards the sun. “Sirius Black.”

The corner of Professor Lupin’s mouth twitches up, and Sirius is struck with the searing need to see the full force of his smile directed towards him— and also to snog it right off. “Remus Lupin, just to make things even.”

And fuck.

Sirius swears— hand on his chest and face to God— that it was a flirtatious inflection that Professor Lupin— Remus— used right then, but before he can even have the chance to toy around with the development, a mother in yoga pants and Starbucks strolls in and Remus walks over to greet her hello, and before Sirius knows it, Harry’s tugging on his hand and dragging him out the room.

Damn it.

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Despite his total and complete fail of a first meeting with Harry’s sickeningly attractive professor, the rest of the night turns out to go as perfectly as planned. Otherwise known as them stuffing themselves with greasy pizza, and heaps of ice cream, and staying up an hour past Harry’s typical bed time to play Far Cry instead. And if Sirius contemplates asking him more about this elusive Remus Lupin, he bites down the urge and concentrates on sticking his spoon onto his nose before Harry could beat him in their match.

It’s totally fine.

That is until it’s six o’clock in the ruddy morning and he’s woken up by the loud knocking of his front door, only to be met by the grossly chipper faces of Lily and James— that sort of glow is only a thing that happens after a good shag, and Sirius knows that for fact.

“We brought pasties,” Lily tells him as she sashays indoors, red main of hair billowing in the late autumnal breeze and her voice ringing out like she’s some sort of radio show host.

“How was last night?” James asks him as he toes off his boots and follows Lily to the kitchen.

“Fine,” Sirius gripes, still pissy from James’s cruel joke. “Haz is always great.”

“Mmm, I hope Remus didn’t give you any trouble picking him up, you’re on the paperwork and everything but it’s the first time he ever met you and all.” Lily says, faux lightly as she picks out the plates and turns on the electric kettle.

“You knew!” Sirius accuses emphatically, pointing a heated finger her way and then directing it towards James.

“Knew that he is exactly your type?”

“And that you’d look like a tosser talking to him for the first time,” Lily tacks on, giggling.

“Fuck you, and fuck your weird, married telepathy!”

“Nah, not telepathy mate,” James assures, clapping him on the shoulder. “You’re just incredibly predictable.”

“We’d have to be thick not to know that you’d be a total idiot around him— You’re the worst whenever you have to talk to pretty people who you actually want to do more than just screw.”

Sirius feels himself go scarlet. “That is an attack on my person, Evans!”

“Yes, dear. I know.” Lily croons, patting him on the cheek like a doting grandmother. “But does it help that I think you should totally go for it.”

“Lily! He’s our son’s teacher!”

“Only for this year,” Lily shrugs, sitting on a stool that lines the island. “Besides, I really like Remus. We have the same cycling class and he taught me how to make my face into an emoji like I’m a Kardashian.”

“You guys talk about’m like he’s the second coming of Christ,” James harrumphs, doling out their mugs with a scowl.

“He’s just so pretty,” Sirius sighs, beyond dejected. “Did you see that little birthmark on his cheek that looks like a butterfly! And Jesus, his eyes are like a third of his face!”

“Don’t forget how well he fills out those trousers for such a skinny bloke,” Lily adds, mixing the honey into the tea that James had just poured her.

“I alas did not get a chance to give his ass the appraisal it warrants,” Sirius bemoans.

“I very much do not like the idea that my best friend and wife are thirsting over the same bloke.” James sniffs.

“Jealous, lover,” Lily leers, laughing at how James wrinkles his nose at them and kisses his cheek in reassurance. But Sirius doesn’t pay them any of his attention, is too distracted by painting the picture of Remus in his mind’s eye, and how he really does need a second look if he loves himself at all.

“He’s like those caramel lollypops from when we were kids,” he tells them unceremoniously. “But instead of that tart middle, he’s just sweetness through the center.”

“You want to lick him, huh?” Lily asks, smirking at him with a lecherous air.

“I want to lick him until he goes mad and begs me to just flip’m over and—“

“Enough!” James quickly cuts in with a smack of the hand against the countertop. “This man is Harry’s professor, I can’t have these sort of images of him while I go to pick him up after class.”

Sirius jerks forwards, beyond excited. “Then let me pick up Haz from school today, yeah? It’ll give me a chance to speak with Remus!”

“Why do you want to talk to Mr Lupin?”

The three adults turn around at once, met by the image of Harry in the spare uniform he keeps at Sirius’s house— hair sleep rumpled and specs askew.

“Hallo my beautiful boy,” Lily grins, her and James each kissing his cheek and giving his shoulders a squeeze as he sits between them.

“Why do you want to talk to Professor Lupin, Uncle Sirius.” Harry asks again, earnestly as he tares apart his cheese and veggie pasty. “Do you like him?”

“Oh, erm—“ Sirius feels his insides squirm, not sure where to step, afraid that his God son might not appreciate the fact that Sirius’s already planning out a reception party for his impending nuptials with Remus.

“I think it’d be cool if you did.”

And in an instant, Sirius feels his shoulders loosen and his smile go elastic. God he loves this kid. “yeah?”

“Mhmm,” Harry nods, taking a sip of his water to clear his throat. “Ron told me that Professor Lupin use to be married to his Uncle Fabs and then they broke up last year, so I bet he’s sad now. And you’re the best person on the planet and you always have fun! You should make him happy again.”

Sirius’s heart seizes, suddenly needing to be the person to help Remus with anything he could ever need.

“You’re a diamond kiddo, you know that?” Sirius says, standing up to lift his eight year old God son into the air and blowing a raspberry to his cheek. “Shove it to your dad, you’ll be my best man at the wedding, yeah?”

“Imma need to start smoking if he’s gonna be this much of a prat all the time now,” James mutters lowly, making it so Lily crows with laughter.

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That afternoon finds Sirius parked back outside Harry’s school, straightening the collar of his jacket and combing a hand through his hair. Though once he steps into the nearly emptied classroom, he’s still slack jawed when Remus looks over his shoulder towards the door and grins at him in such a glimmering sort of way, that it punches Sirius in the fucking solar plexus!

“Mr Black, twice in one week?”

“Hah— Yeah.” Sirius hopes his smile comes out more gentle than a grimace. “It’s not far from my work, actually. So I guess I’ll be around more often.” In fact, the drive is a good twenty minutes from his office, but Sirius doesn’t think that’s really relevant.

“Lucky us.” Remus retorts, looking up and down his frame with a slow, languid sort of gaze that makes Sirius feel filleted right open. “Well I can’t wait to get to know you better.”

“You can know whatever you want,” Sirius practically sputters, wonders if he should try and act cool, especially now that Harry’s wandered over towards them.

“Is that an open offer?” Remus asks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and lying back leisurely against his desk.

“Yes. Yes, absolutely.”

Remus’s beautiful face goes absolutely incandescent right then. “Good.”

“Good,” Sirius repeats, completely devout.

“Oh, before you go,” Remus says, pointer finger raised to freeze them while his other hand fishes into a drawer of his desk. “It’s not a caramel pop, but at least the Tutsi ones are sweet all the way through.”

Sirius feels his jaw completely drop while Remus gently places the stick of the treat into his open hand, tossing him a quick wink before walking off to chat with a new parent who had wandered in.

“Harry— You said what to your teacher.”

“That you said he looked like a caramel pop,” Harry answers, totally owlish and unconcerned.

Sirius contemplates drowning into the lake, but then decides that this is a game he will not lose against Remus.

“All right, Prongslet. Let’s grab us some chocolate eggs and you can tell me everything you know about your dear Professor.”

“Okay, Uncle Pads,” Harry beams.

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Prompt fill #11 for @dimension20alphabet:

Kitten / King / Kiss

With the help of Ayda, Gorgug has made a checklist about his feelings and how to approach them. Ayda is very good at making organized lists and she understands his difficulty to talk to people about feelings. Plus, she was endearingly delighted and moved when Gorgug asked her for help.

 “I shall do my best to help you with your romantic endeavors!”, she had said seriously with one hand on his shoulder. “It is an honor to be of assistance to the greatest wizard of our age.”

 Gorgug doesn’t feel like much of a great wizard at the moment as he’s staring down at his list.

 1) Talk to Zelda about polyamory √

2) Read Jawbone’s book √

3) Talk to friends about Ragh √

4) Talk to Ragh

The first draft had many more steps in between that had stressed Gorgug out, so Ayda helped him narrow it down to the four most essential steps. So far, Gorgug feels pretty good about his progress.

 He spent a whole day with Zelda up in the Thistlespring tree with just the occasional pee and snack break. Yet again Zelda turned out to be an amazing girlfriend—listening without judging, patiently waiting until Gorgug found his words. He had been so nervous the whole time leading up to this talk and in the end it was one of the best days he spent with Zelda.

 Gorgug adds a small step in between his first and second step—which is to thank his parents to teach him that talking about feelings isn’t embarrassing or shameful. They both immediately start crying of course and Gorgug feels awkward, but they hug him and tell him they love him and he feels like he should thank them more often for being so full of love and support for everything he does.

 All his friends were just as supportive.

 Sometimes Gorgug feels a little overwhelmed by all the love he receives. After entering High School he suddenly had two sets of parents, a group of friends and a girlfriend for the very first time. Overall he feels like his life is going pretty well, considering the fact that he regularly gets into mortal danger as an adventuring student at Aguefort.

 Something Gorgug has taken note of is that most of his friends were under the impression that Ragh likes Gorgug back. Even Adaine, who usually just rolls her eyes about all of this relationship stuff, thinks that Ragh “is into” Gorgug.

 The only person who didn’t comment was Riz.

 “I don’t even know if my own friends like me most of the time, dude, I wish I could read people better.”

 That had ended in a big tirade about how much everyone loved and appreciated Riz.

 Gorgug loves all of them so very much.

 And he feels like the more people he loves, the bigger his love gets.

 It’s the same with Zelda and Ragh.

 The fact that he likes Ragh hasn’t diminished his feelings for Zelda at all—if anything, he likes her even more now. And he feels like there is still more love he has to give.

 So right now, holding his list in his hand, he’s standing in front of Mordred Manor, trying to work up the courage to talk to Ragh. Unfortunately his plans are being thwarted by something Gorgug didn’t expect.

 Ragh is in the garden—as he often is—but he’s not alone.

 There is a small, black kitten sitting in his lap and Ragh is very obviously talking to it while feeding it some snacks.

 Gorgug feels like his heart might explode from seeing Ragh—big, burly, buff Ragh—with this tiny ball of fur. He doesn’t want to interrupt, but at the same time he wants to run across the lawn, grab Ragh and kiss him again. This time with a little more feeling than he did at prom last year.

 Finally he works up the courage to enter the garden and walk towards Ragh and his new friend.

 “—amazing, dude. You’re going to be the best cat ever. You’re already the best kitten, man!”

 Gorgug thinks he might pass out because it’s so cute.

 Why is this happening.

 “Oh hey, Gorgug, brother, what’s up?”, Ragh says with a smile as he notices Gorgug and Gorgug’s feet carry him over to Ragh until he’s right in front of him and sits down cross-legged, gently holding out one big finger to the kitten. The kitten sniffs his finger full of interest and starts nibbling on it.

 “Hey”, he says softly. “Who are you?”

 “This is King, I found him this morning. Someone left him in a box, dude. Can you imagine? I mean, look at this little furball. Who would just leave him?”

 “I don’t know. But I guess he has a nice home now?”, Gorgug says and watches as Ragh lifts the kitten up and holds it up to Gorgug’s face.

 “Yes, dude, Imma be the best kitten dad ever. I already talked to my mom and Jawbone and we’ll get a litter box and some toys and everything later! Man, I’m so pumped for this little man!”

 Gorgug looks at Ragh’s happy face and he thinks about how far Ragh has come—and how far they have come and he feels his heart expand in his chest.

 He had everything planned out.

 Knew everything he had wanted to say.

 But now all the words are gone as he watches Ragh beam down at this tiny living thing in his big, big hands.

 “Hey Ragh”, Gorgug says quietly.

 “Hm?”

 “Can I kiss you?”

 There is a beat of silence as the smile on Ragh’s face falters for a second as he looks up, confused.

 “Uh—“, he starts and his face is suddenly turning a dark green color. Gorgug is not sure if that’s a good or a bad sign. He raises his hands hastily.

 “Um—I. Okay, this is going all wrong, I wanted—um. I wanted to talk to you actually? But you are very cute with this kitten and. And it’s really hard to concentrate. Um—“

 “But—uh. Zelda?”, Ragh says and blinks at him sheepishly and Gorgug feels a rush of relief. Maybe Ragh isn’t freaked out about the whole kissing idea in general, just about Gorgug kissing him while he’s with Zelda.

 “I—um. I talked to Zelda. About this. And to Jawbone. Because, I... I like both—both of you? Like, you know? How Jawbone is poly? Like that. And Zelda said she wishes me luck and um—and she made me a little good luck charm before I came here and everything.”

 Ragh stares at him as if his brain has frozen over and he’s having a hard time processing any of the things Gorgug said. Gorgug is nervously fidgeting with his shoelaces and his eyes flicker from Ragh’s face down to the kitten and back.

 Then, suddenly, there’s movement and Gorgug needs a second to realize that Ragh has surged forward to grab Gorgug’s face with both of his hands, leaving the kitten sitting in his lap as he presses his lips against Gorgug’s mouth.

 Gorgug makes a gurgling sound before his eyes fall shut and he gently puts his hands on either side of Ragh’s neck.

 Oh, he thinks. This is so different. But just as nice.

 “Fuck yeah, Gorgug! You go!”, Fig’s voice shouts from above.

 “Way to go, Ragh!”, Kristen screams.

 Multiple cheers go up behind them and as Ragh and Gorgug separate and turn around almost all of Morded Manor’s inhabitants are lurking at different, opened windows.

 “I’m happy for you, sweetheart!”, Lydia shouts from one of the windows and Ragh grins sheepishly, the green blush on his cheeks darkening.

 “Maybe we can—uh—go somewhere else?”, Gorgug says, embarrassed and happy at the same time.

 “Yeah, sure, man. Uh—is it cool if I bring King?”

 “Yeah. I don’t think he’ll holler at us.”

 Ragh laughs, beams at him and pumps one of his fists into the air.

 “Man. This is the best day ever. Berserker Babes, fuck yeah!”

[cabin-fever-bang]

Campfire Stories (Vol. 1)

Welcome to the Cabin! We proudly present the first edition of Campfire Stories: your one-stop shop for quality quarantine content. 

We’re going to do these regularly, with in-depth reviews of everything that’s been submitted as a prompt fill and additional recommendations from the masterlists of writers who get involved. 

If you’d like to be one of those writers, just follow us, comb through our prompts, and be sure to tag us when you post! It’s that easy. We welcome all fandoms and pairings. 

This batch of reviews was cooked up by @thoughtslikeaminefield​ (MJ), @there-must-be-a-lock​ (Lou), @itmighthavebeenintentional​ (Val), @fangirlxwritesx67​ (Viv), @cracksinthewalls​ (Bri), and @mskathywriteswords​ (Kathy), but we encourage you to pass along the random acts of writer-love and reblog with your own additions! 

Pull up a seat, toast a marshmallow or two, and settle in for some excellent reading material.

Choices We Make - @becs-bunker​ - GIF prompt submitted by  @dawnie1988​ 

Pairing: Demon Dean x Female Reader

Warnings: angst, brief threat & violence, smut, language, dub con-ish, unprotected sex, orgasm denial

Words: 1374

Everyone loves a Demon!Dean fic, and this is a good one! Lots of action, lots of angst, and some really hot, awful Dean.

Honestly it all felt like some surreal nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. You just wanted Dean back, your Dean.

These lines summarize both the Demon!Dean story arc and the narrator's frame of mind so well, pulling the reader right into the perspective of the story.

“I missed you, y’know?” Dean sighed, and the naive part of you wished he was telling the truth. That somehow, deep down, he still loved you.

This is heartbreaking because it's relatable, because the author does such a good job with the narrator's voice.

Dean licked his lips and there was a familiar hunger in his green eyes that made a whole different sensation rise in your body, and it wasn’t fear.

I'm not going to quote any more lines from the story because the author has written one hell of a twist, but trust me when I said, I gasped out loud reading it. The rest of this story is an absolute roller coaster, well worth the ride.

- Viv

Come For Me - @fangirlxwritesx67​ - image prompts created and submitted by @idabbleincrazy​

Pairing: Sam Winchester x female reader 

Warnings: smut, canon level violence, fingering, first time together

Words: 3100

First, let’s talk about this aesthetic. It’s soft and beautiful, but stark and needy. I love the quotes and photos, the way they flow together. Fantastic visual prompt. "Sam Winchester?” He spoke in a theatrical, mocking tone. “Ooooh, I’m frightened." This line made me chuckle. I love the idea of what’s ahead of us. The bad guy is built up in a hilarious way. Sam is presented through the heart and mind of the narrator, you. But thinking of Sam suffused you with a warm confidence. Not for one moment did you doubt him. This confidence is contagious and warming. Meanwhile, the anxiety over the vampire lurking somewhere else, waiting to taste you… it builds in a beautiful and believable way. There’s a rush of emotions as Sam rescues you, and he’s patient and kind, even while making jokes and being the Sam you know and love. Things progress, and there’s a beautiful and sweet (okay, and hot!) sex scene, with a first time between Sam and you. All in all, a really solid piece, with some story, some tension, some sex, and a whole lot of sweetness.

- Kathy

A New Day - @becs-bunker​ - image prompt created and submitted by @there-must-be-a-lock​

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: fluff

I’ve not reviewed an image prompt before, so let’s just jump in. The first word that jumps to my mind is light, but I love how suffused and golden the whole image is. Softer, safer, intimate. There are little pinpoints of light, rays of light, shining light, and the whole thing makes me feel...well...light. Sunrise and candlelight, new day, new beginnings. 

The images chosen for Sam, the angles and features we get, are such close, personal angles and shots, giving us this tender atmosphere and setting the tone for this story: personal. Everything you're about to read is intimate, personal, and private, in such a lovely, delicate way. 

The curtains in that first shot are so filmy and ethereal, and the whole story feels like it’s set in a kind of golden-hazed forest. And, let’s face it, any sort of vacation for a Winchester is a kind of fairy tale. 

I’ve managed to stay pretty much above the brow, so Imma have to dip down for a minute and just drool over Sam’s trapezius muscles. Oh. MY. GAWD.

Golden, glorious, graceful, and just a touch of gooey. Good, good, good.

So, right off the bat, let me tell you that this story is everything I’ve ever wanted for Sam, like everything the show and Chuck and the universe has ever denied him. He’s rested, he’s comforted, he’s bathed in glow (the sun, the reader’s love, all that jazz, you know?).

And then it goes and hits all my camping weaknesses. I was literally just telling someone how I’m missing my camp more than ever now. It’s been eight years since I’ve been, and this story brings back all those feelings of serenity and calm, voluntary isolation with people you more or less chose, because camp was and is my forever real home.

I know that seems a little rambly and off-topic, but the thing is, that’s what this story is for me. They aren’t at the bunker, their “home,” but they’re still home all the same, because (and, yes, you can shoot me for this) home is where your heart is, so this wonderful little cabin in the woods is home, whether they��ve been there together once or a hundred times because Sam.

And then that bit of sugar tossed in at the end...Oh, this story was good for my soul. “Warm mug of coffee on a chill morning, under a blanket” kind of good for my soul. 

It’s one of those where I would love to have so much more of these two, of this warmth between them, but I also am perfectly content to know them just in this one perfect moment forever, before the day starts, when everything is still in the “it’s about to happen and it will be great” stages. The beginning of a great new day.

Thank you. I needed this story, now more than ever.

- Val

Crash  - @myinconnelly1​ - requested by @adoptdontshoppets​ for @idreamofplaid​ aesthetic

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: smut, fluff

Words: 810

The first thing that draws my eye in the aesthetic is the linked fingers. I love pinky links (I’m sure there’s a less cutesy way to say it, but I like it; sue me). They’re sweet, and really personal. You’ve got super tough Dean Winchester who isn’t embarrassed or afraid of intimate, goofy gestures. In fact, I feel like that would one hundred percent be Dean in a relationship: Dean is a giant ball of goofy, intimate gestures. 

I love the choices of relaxed, bearded Dean/Jensen paired with the casual, cool color palette immediately set me at ease. This isn’t going to be a terrifying, angsty ordeal. This is going to be calm, soothing, sensual. 

And the roses, the sand, the surf, the candlelight, the pokey palm tree fronds...I can hear, smell, feel every bit of these images. The golden-pink wine...ugh. This whole experience is a trip to paradise.

I love how all five senses are emphasized and made equally important. It gives us so much more connection to the moment, makes it that much more intimate. The constant crashing of the waves in the background; the bittersweet chocolate; the cozy, homey image of the baking-wrecked kitchen followed by the much more erotic, candelit bedroom; and then the scent of the oil mixed with the warmth and strength of Dean’s touch.

I also love the level of comfort in the story. We have the cookies, a hard-core comfort staple. We have the warm, lazy beach setting. And the easiness these two have together: that’s the dream, my friend. I love how they have no trouble at all communicating what they want and need, how they are comfortable enough to be messy and cute and flirty and sexy, one right after the other. 

And the description is so thorough, I have no trouble at all imagining myself there, in that wonderful, relaxing moment.

This story is relaxing, decadent, soothing, and fun all at once. I am a huge fan of the ending, as well. I was smiling through the whole story, but at the end, I literally laughed aloud. And now I think I’m going to have to excuse myself to go find some chocolate chip cookies. This story gave me a couple of cravings, and as Dean Winchester is in short supply in the real world, cookies are the one I can satisfy right now.

This story is, dare I say it, such a sweet escape. 

- Val

No Sugar Added - @myinconnelly1​ - requested by @fangirlxwritesx67​ - “I’d like to see Steve Rogers from MARVEL sharing Depression-era coping tips. Maybe he vlogs how to make apple-less apple pie.” 

No pairing

Warnings: Spoilers for Infinity Wars + Endgame, mention of mental health issues

Words: 446

This was my prompt for the Cabin, and I loved what this author did with the story! A little bit of fluffy cheer.

“Hello, I’m Steve Rogers.  As many of you know, I’m also Captain America, and I was alive during another time of hard living conditions.” 

Right now, a lot of things in the world seem scary and unsettling. It's one of those times when we turn for comfort to the lessons of the past, to the wisdom of generations, and to heroes. This author does a great job with Captain America, Steve Rogers. His cooking lesson is exactly the sort of inspiring, instructional video I would love to see.

“What is that smell?”  Natasha asked as she looked behind her to see Steve walking into the office with the plate.

Because it was never about pie, apple or otherwise. It was always about comfort. Our favorite foods help with that, and so does Captain America, especially written this well.

There are some fun tidbits in this story, including a peek of history and an actual recipe!

- Viv

Communion - @thoughtslikeaminefield​ - requested by @mskathywriteswords​​ “Fluffy dean or Jensen smoking weed plz, ty”

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Warnings: marijuana use, high sex, het sex, fluffy smut

Words: 1002

How do I love this? Let me count the motherfucking ways. 

First of all, the way this sucks you into the characters’ headspace is beautiful and subtle and masterfully done. It’s in the sentence structure and the flow of the words; there’s no need to describe their inner state, because it’s written into the movement of the sentences and the choice of words. She doesn’t have to say that they’re high, because you can fucking feel it in phrases like “It’s sending me off somewhere…” or “I shiver at the thoughts careening through my mind.”

Second, this is molten hot, but (as with the best smut) it’s not just some rote story of “then he was hard and we banged and it was great.” The sexy bits are unique; this isn’t the same smut you’ve read a thousand times before. It’s got its own personality and tone and voice that very much belong to this particular story. 

Also? Filth with feelings! My favorite genre! It’s deeply emotional. I am all for smut that is both dirty and tender. This is like a masterclass on how to walk that line. 

It’s such a simple premise that becomes so much more; this has things to say about Dean, about his personality, about this relationship. This takes a very specific moment and uses it as a framework for something big and meaningful. This, for example: 

When Dean has to be big, he uses his whole self. His body takes up space and his mere presence -- he can make the darkest of demons shudder with his presence alone.

But Dean’s natural state is this -- nesting, nuzzling, curled up and warm.

Yuuuup.

Also: 

His hands -- the same hands I’ve seen thrust a blade into the guts of angels and demons -- are tender, fingertips light but persistent as they slip under my tank top and splay over my belly.

It’s so intimate. This is why we read fanfic, right? To feel like we’re close to these characters that we love so much, to delve into the sides of them that we don’t get to see much in canon… this fic feels like something personal and private that we’ve been lucky enough to be let in on. 

- Lou

Deeper Than Deep Conditioner - @fangirlxwritesx67​ - requested by @awesomesusiebstuff​ “The two Sam’s (our Sam and AU Sam) maintaining their hair care routines while quarantined.”

It’s one of those days when I’m feeling too fragile for this world. What’s the best remedy to knock some sunlight into my dark mood? Today, it’s fic -- and one that makes me giggle is a bonus.

This little gem is filled with funny one-liners and side-eye moments to make you laugh out loud:

Dean dreamed of driving away, of bikini beauties on the beaches of Rio. Sam dreamed of scarves and what it would be like to have no bigger worries in the world than his hair.

The look Dean gave him would’ve curdled milk, if there was any, which there wasn’t, because Dean took his coffee black, like a man.

A touch of realism in this bizarro situation got a chuckle, too:

“Sorry, sweethearts,” alt!Dean said, “Flights are all cancelled. A virus or something.”

When Viv named the alternates Deano and Sami, I gave in and embraced the madness. I was delighted with Deano; that’s my own nickname for Dean in my head. But Sami, a most pretentious twist on Sammy? A master stroke. I was tickled.

I was fully on board with enjoying this romp through the bizarro world, but then I was taken by surprise. This little moment, a hint that Sam has been trying to make the best of their circumstances, touched me: 

“Is this really how you live?” said Sami, with a dismissive glance at his paper napkin.

“Look,” Sam answered. “I’ve done my best. It’s taken a lot to get us this far.”

I was prepared for that to be the exception to the rule -- a moment of sincerity amongst a sea of lighthearted fun. And there was plenty of fun ahead of me. The jokes come at you hard and fast in this story! But I realized the mood was steadily changing, and suddenly, I was immersed in sincerity and maybe a little sadness:

...somewhere out there, was a universe where he pampered himself...

...maybe there was a place where he could enjoy something as simple as a deep condition...

...something Sam had wanted to watch but never had time for...

...for the first time in a long time, he caught himself laughing...

I thought maybe that was it. A few moments of Sam learning to appreciate what Sami (I was still laughing at that) had to offer, instead of simply mocking his manbun and scarf (I don’t think I could ever stop mocking that, but Sam’s a better person than I am).

But no. It didn’t end there, and I still wasn’t ready. Before I knew it, I was steeped in Sam’s melancholy, his yearning for a life kinder and gentler than what he’d been given. I was truly heartbroken for him in that moment.

I won’t spoil the rest, but by the time I got to the ending, I was grateful for the funny beginning that softened the landing. I expected a comedy, but what I got really was deeper than deep conditioner.

- Bri

Dear Mr. Fantasy - @itmighthavebeenintentional​ - image prompt submitted @thoughtslikeaminefield​

Warnings: SEASON 15 SPOILERS, bit of angst. 

Words: 2157

I found the image prompt in my Tumblr feed and immediately started plotting ideas that I cannot write bc I have too many fucking WIPs so imagine my excite when one of my all-time favorite fic writers (and one of my very best friends) filled the prompt as a surprise for me!

Val tells stories with a depth and humor like no one else I’ve ever read. Her natural wit and smarts shine through her fictional words as well, and I love seeing glimpses of her in her work.

In one universe, someone neglected Baby (couldn’t have been Dean, had to’ve been Sam) to the point where she pulls slightly to the left. Dean spends the morning after that dream with a muscle tick in his cheek and a suspicious, side-eyed glare for Sam that he never bothers to explain.

Dear Mr. Fantasy is bittersweet. It is soft and rich and full of color — all the senses are here. It’s a sledgehammer of realism wrapped in velvet. And it’s so very Dean.

At forty-eight years old (none of that years young bullshit, either; he’s old, and he’s goddamn earned it)

In the midst of reading canon Dean dreaming of and admiring and protecting his favorite of his AU-selves and that version’s life, we are treated to what it would be like if he was allowed a normal life. Our devoted, brave, warm, and loving hunter as a common mechanic would be just as brave and loyal, no?

“Pretty sure she’s settled on ya, so just make sure you’re worth it.” 

So that’s what Dean did. 

But our Dean — the Real Dean as Chuck says — can’t quite let his guard down even in his dreams of another world, even if that other world is safe as houses. He’s still aware of just how unreal this reality is.

Splashes of indigo and orange paint the horizon, framing her approach in a wash of colors blending into shadows that hold no danger.

Then, he lets himself mingle with that dream, if only for a few moments and it’s bliss.

Older Dean and worn-out, monster-plagued Dean sigh together, content down to their bones. This life is it for both of them. She is it. One Dean still can’t believe his amazing luck after all these years, and the other aches at the simple, total happiness he feels honored to witness.

I love you, she whispers, and he allows himself to believe for one moment that she’s talking directly to him.

I’m not going to spoil anything for you, but I will say that you need some tissues. I cried through 90% of this story, from joy and from heartache. 

Because that’s what Valerie does, breaks your heart and makes you smile, and it is so fucking good.

- MJ

Synesthesia - @there-must-be-a-lock - request by @wendibird​ “SPN, Sastiel, due to all the Angelic Grace Sam has been exposed to over time, he starts resonating with Castiel’s. Especially if Cas’ emotions are running high.”

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Castiel

Warnings: none!

Words: 750

First, I love the song that enhanced this idea for Lou. It lends a tenderness and whimsy to the plot that isn’t inherent. 

Second, Lou’s words are like poetry and watercolor doing a dance of their own making — GORGEOUS phrasing and rhythm.

Cas whirls around, and Sam is hypnotized by the bright blue in his eyes, wide and concerned in a way that makes Sam feel like he’s being lit up from the inside. There’s a floodlight in his chest. 

And, y’all, I don’t even go here, but I swooned SO HARD.

It’s an effort to focus, but when he meets Cas’s eyes, Cas smiles. Sam sees a shower of sparks like the last fizzle of a firework.  

Sam hears it as a flutter of spring green like a new leaf. 

And Lou’s characterization is always spot on, right? But like Dean isn’t even in the scene, yet here we are.

Don’t let the words fool you; there’s a very angry rainbow happening in his head most of the time.

And did I mention the ARTWORK that is this woman’s WORDS?

There are stars under their feet, entire galaxies spinning out around them, dancing spirals of kaleidoscopic green and gold melting into whorls of brilliant blue.

Anyway, please go read. You’ll be flying high for hours afterward. xox

- MJ

Salvation - @dontshootmespence​ - image created and submitted by @idabbleincrazy​

Pairings: Sam Winchester x reader

Warnings: angst, torture, gore, smut 

Words: 1,401

The aesthetics by this artist inspire stories just because they are so well done. This one was a good balance of handsome Sam and some nice suggestive pics along with the phrases that helped shape the action of the story.

This story feels like an episode of the show from earlier seasons, just the right balance of angst and monster fighting with tantalizing peeks of smut and feels. Excellent job!

There are no words that come close to explaining what she means to him. How she saves what soul he has left.

These flashback scenes are both hot and tender. The voice the author  gives to Sam is spot on, achingly familiar.

"You're Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood."

It's easy to forget, sometimes, all the things that Sam has been and done, how fearsome of a hunter he is. This story reminds us with razor sharp precision.

When he meets her gaze, he finds the peace he's craved for so long.

The contrast between the flashbacks and the action is painfully good.

What’s more frightening, a man like Dean, practiced in his violence out of necessity? Or a man like him, on the verge of losing everything and nothing left to lose?

This is a well drawn distinction between the Winchester brothers, and such a good characterization of Sam!

"You're safe with me, Sam. You never have to hide from me." 

Such a beautiful relationship between Sam and this woman! It's no wonder he's fighting so hard to save her.

This story has an imaginative plot, fast paced action, some sweet hotness, and such a good Sam!

- Viv

The Second Hand Unwinds - @mskathywriteswords​ - image prompt created and submitted by @there-must-be-a-lock​ 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: hurt, comfort, angst

I had a vibe in mind when I created this aesthetic but this went so far beyond anything I could’ve imagined. It absolutely nailed that nostalgic, wistful, antique-photo-album feel, and then it managed to knife me in the fucking gut in a few ways, none of which I saw coming. 

The JOY in the first part of this is absolutely tangible. It’s so romantic and sweet in a very dreamy way that feels exactly like first love. I love the scattered, disjointed imagery around the flowers in the first part, like flashes of memories coming at you all at once, and then when it settles into the narrative it manages to hold onto that dreamy feeling while still moving neatly through the plot. 

This moment was about us, and I wanted to live in it forever. You never gave me reason to cover my body, not that night or ever.

Goddamn right. Ugh, precious and beautiful. And then this:

After so much undiluted time together, I had no idea how to sleep alone. I felt raw waking up by myself, not being able to feel your stubble tickling my skin. 

There’s something about that last line that just grabbed my heart and tugged it in a wonderful way. It’s ACCURATE, first of all; this is one of those super-specific feelings that is hard to describe concisely. I haven’t really thought about that feeling in a while, but that little sentence just cut through so many years and brought me right back in a deep and visceral way. 

You took pride in doing all the things that were never done for you, you’d told me.

Ouch. It’s little touches like this that make this ring true to character even though it’s a very different Dean than we see in canon.

And then that ENDING. 

How do you contain a bomb once it’s been set on fire with grief?

Fuck, dude. Everything about that ending was so painful. I love that she left it raw and messy and not like a simple “welcome back!” kinda moment. 

This was just gorgeously done. Can not recommend it enough. 

Fort - @there-must-be-a-lock​ - prompt by @mskathywriteswords​​ “Fluffy dean or Jensen smoking weed plz, ty.” 

Pairing: J2 x reader

Warnings: blowjobs and weed. 

Words: ~2150

This piece of deliciousness opens with Jensen walking out of the bathroom with a towel on his hips; do I need to say more? I don’t, but I will. After some beautiful description of the blanket fort, we get treated to Jared in nothing but pajama pants. The descriptions in this piece are vivid and full. the way Jared’s hand looks between Jensen’s muscled shoulderblades, thumb stroking back and forth between patches of gold and red light, makes me want to capture the moment and hold onto it. I can see that image in my mind, picture the two of them together, and that’s what makes excellent writing for me. The warnings attached to this piece are fully applicable; the story is very cute and sweet, there’s weed, and there’s Jared and a wicked oral fixation, which in the case of this one-shot means dear Reader, that’s you, get to witness a searing blowjob from one J to another. The way these three interact makes my heart swell, and there’s something about watching the dynamic change between them that really hammers home just how functional they are together. Dive in to this universe, Everything. There are no regrets to be had, maybe only that you waited so long to get wet.

- Kathy

The Gazelle - @thoughtslikeaminefield​ - requested by Anonymous “I’d really love some more Dean x Benny fanfiction, AU, aligned with canon timeline, whatever. I think they deserved a chance and Benny got killed off before it could even be explored :(”

Pairing: AU Dean Winchester x AU Benny Lafitte x unnamed female character

Warnings: power exchange, mmf threesome implied, Denny apparent, nudity

Words: 1000

Let me start with a caveat: I’m in the bag for pretty much any Dean x Benny fic, pretty much any Dean x Benny x person #3 fic, and absolutely any MJ fic. So you could stop reading this review right now and just go read the fic, if you want; in fact, I sort of recommend it, because it’s better than anything I could have to say about it. But if you want to stick around, I promise to be a little more coherent than ZOMGGGG PERFECT HOT SEXY TIMES DENNY LOVE GORGEOUS MORE PLZ! ��

Before we even get to the words, we’ve got a gorgeous graphic. Black and white beautiful boys, staring you down with those “I’m gonna fuck you so good” eyes, paired with a sweetly sexy woman tinted with a soft pink; she looks carefree, open to have some fun, and you can imagine her telling them to bring it on. MJ’s graphics are always great, setting the perfect mood for her fics, and this is no exception.

And right from the jump:

Dean and me — we share a lot of things.

We share good music and good drink. Tonight, we’re sharing a good woman.

Oh, this is in Benny’s voice?! Okay okay okay, cool cool cool, I can handle this…

...Dean purrs like a jungle cat as he hovers behind her, hands in her hair, twisting and twirling the silky tresses…

...Dean sets the pace and is the anchor, always. He keeps everything stable and grounded…

And now I’ve realized that I’m going to be seeing Dean through Benny’s eyes -- and no, not cool, can’t handle this -- but I’m definitely not stopping.

I like to mix things up, though, and he lets me.

MJ is a brilliant writer with many talents, but I think her specialty, regardless of what characters she’s writing with, is brilliantly salacious smut that’s steeped in emotion. She can’t help it. Her fucks come with feels, every single time, and I hope it never changes. 

This piece is certainly no exception. Dean and Benny are circling their prey, this unnamed woman, utilizing their individual strengths -- Dean’s encouraging, I’m demanding -- and the sexual tension is building with soft touches and lingering kisses. As the scene is progressing, Benny’s inner monologue is sprinkled with thoughts about Dean:

Times we don’t have a subject, Dean’s focus is on me. I don’t argue and I do not complain. Dean knows what to do with every inch of that long, lean body of his. He knows how to cage a person in, make them feel safe, wanted, fucking needed.

She’s handily building emotion and a personal backstory without an exposition dump, without taking focus away from the action for too long:

His hands move slowly, seemingly random, but I know how focused he is on her and the moment. Giving and seeking pleasure are vital things to Dean and he takes the acts to heart.

I’m immersed in the now of this scene but I also understand the depth of their feelings for one another, their history and dedication to each other, and how they work together to bring another partner into their orbit. MJ makes it look easy, when it’s anything but. 

And then she gifts us with this perfection and I’ve melted into a puddle of emotionally aroused goo:

“You promise to love, honor, and cherish ‘til the morning light, Dean?”

That is a vow of devotion to a one-night stand. What?! How?! Does her brain come up with this?

From there, the scene continues, the action escalating, supported by a framework of realism and heart. Her Dean feels familiar and in character, even though we’ve never seen him in this particular situation. And Benny, we hardly knew ye, but she brings him to life alongside Dean and I buy their relationship completely. I buy all of this, and now I’m invested.

And then… 

“Do it, then,” she says, challenging. “Wreck me.”

My breath catches, my heart starts to race -- yes, here we go! -- a few more sentences, one last connection between Dean and Benny, and then --

Oh, you are evil, MJ. You are so perfectly evil and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

- Bri

[bobasheebaby]

Trivia Tuesday: Crimson Rain

@darley1101 shared this post and I decided to try a few. I didn’t have anything for Six Sentence Sunday and I’m finally breaking through my writer’s block thanks to a prompt push from @sirbeepsalot. @darley1101 mentioned wanting Behind the Scenes for The Rise and Crimson Rain, I’m gonna have to spend some time thinking about The Rise, maybe I can give you some glimpses next week. But Crimson Rain I’ve got some goods for you! *digs through notes* Please don’t read if you aren’t caught up through chapter 13, because a bunch of spoilers.

1. Liza almost slept with Percy again 🙈 I know it was a major freaking struggle to keep those two from falling into bed together. Every time this song came on my muse was trying to push them together, I had to skip it every time it came on until I finally got Bastien to Seattle cause it so almost happened.

I was so close to writing the damn scene just to get my muse to shut up. Had I given in it would have been a permanent outtake from the start because I couldn’t do that to Bastien or poor broken Liza. The Way It Was by Backstreet Boys was also becoming problematic.

2. This is not how it plays out, you’ll have to wait for the actual scene in a future chapter (might be chapter 14 but I’m not telling) but I wrote this over a month ago. I feel safe in posting this outtake simply because this Drabble I posted Sunday already seriously hints at it happening plus it’s not really a spoiler if I changed it right? And who doesn’t like a good outtake?

“Marry me.”

Liza looked at him with tear filled hazel eyes. “How can you still want to be with me?”

Bastien stood up, pulling her into his arms. “Because I love you.” He kissed her crown. “Please marry me.”

“Bas—”

“Poppy, I told you I wanted you no matter what and I meant it. I was going to ask you then.”

“You were?” She shook her head, purple black curls flying everywhere. “I ruin everything.”

“You ruined nothing. I love you and I waited because I knew it wasn’t what you needed then, but I can’t wait any longer. Please, Liza make me the happiest man on the planet and agree to be my wife.”

“Yes.”

3. A little inside scoop on Hope. The details may or may not be included in the series but I have quite a few facts brewing in my head that help me know who she is.

Hope Iris Casey (Lykel)

Hacktivist

Smart, incredibly so, she takes to everything she tries quickly, much to Linda Casey’s dismay when she started hacking. She has a strong urge for social justice, and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. She’s basically a social activist, she may do questionable things, but she is careful not to cross the line too far. She does what she does for the right reasons, not that it excuses her. She was hacking by the time she was 13, she was desperate to find any clue about her family and started by hacking into her adoption records. She was a ward of the state because of her mother’s condition, father unknown and Linda Casey her mother’s doctor adopted her to keep them together. She was frustrated when she couldn’t learn anything she didn’t already know but she did find she enjoyed hacking and started to see what else she could hack into. She would never tell Linda, but a few of the patients that were nearly kicked out of the nursing home where saved by her wiping their debt. She found that she liked using her skill to do good, and thus became a social activist hacker. Many people can thank her for having their homes saved from foreclosure, and credit debts wiped. She is very good at covering her tracks and has never gotten on any police radar, although she had been caught hacking social services and adoption records by Linda. She promised Linda she would stop hacking, but she can’t, she NEEDS to help these people, she needs to use her skills to help.

She is outgoing, growing up around the nursing home she was used to being around relative strangers. She got to know many of the residents and their families and loved cheering up the residents.

She can be somewhat silly, hates tension and feels the need to ease it.

Despite growing up with her biological mother essentially locked away, and no knowledge of her father she is very happy go lucky. She loves to laugh and smile and do things to bring a smile to the face of others.

She can tell when someone is being dishonest or hiding something. She learned to tell if everything was being disclosed by growing up with a doctor for a parent. She quickly learned when Linda wasn’t telling her everything about her mom’s condition and was able to translate her ability to others. It’s very rare that anyone can fool her. (This tidbit may be important soon)

4. Liza’s first miscarriage happened at 12 weeks and she was 4 months along when Neville stabbed her. The other losses were between 6-10 weeks. The muse has decided to disclose the gender of the child she lost due to the hit, it was a boy (not that they know that).

5. I originally considered having Raven be Leo’s half sister before I made her Mara’s daughter. Before you freak out, she would have been Leo’s mothers child and no relation to Liam, but still it was too weird even for me.

6. It was always going to be Mara. I really find her to be inept in the third book and she was the obvious choice for me. I purposely gave a few clues along the way that would have pointed to Mara, Regina, or Bianca. I wanted the reader to not be sure who it was. Clues include:

Brown eyes

Someone who seemed trustworthy

One of the few women in the “family”

7. The ex was almost Rashad. In my mind that’s who it was until @darley1101 gave my muse the idea of AU Percy. He was also originally supposed to be low level, and then I got the idea that he be the son of the boss to make things more interesting.

8. If you guys made it this far I figure you deserve a treat. This is the J (Jolly Joker) in @cora-nova ABC of Love. I’m still working on a few of the other letters for them so that’s why I haven’t posted this Drabble yet, so pure fluff for your amusement, I blame the attached photo and @stopforamoment for encouraging me.

Liza let at a loud snort of laughter from her end of the couch, feet kicking in the air. Bastien rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. “You’re looking at it again aren’t you?”

“Yup.” Liza said through laughter as she clutched her sides.

“You know it’s not that funny.” He said trying to sound annoyed. “I would have thought you would be over it by now.”

Liza looked at him, her face blank like she couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. “What are you talking about? It’s hilarious!” She held her phone up to him, picture in question on the screen. “I mean look at you! You’re always so pulled together and here…” She snorted. “...here your hair is all over the place. I mean how did you even get it to fluff over your face like that?”

“I’m never going to convince you to delete that am I?”

“Nope.” She said popping the P. “I’m keeping this forever.”

@speedyoperarascalparty @liamxs-world @annekebbphotography @syphaxs @hopefulmoonobject @itsstillnotwhatyouthink @riseandshinelittleblossom @cocomaxley @ao719 @blackwidow2721 @katurrade @leelee10898 @stopforamoment @akrenich @gardeningourmet @bella-ca @carabeth @bobbersb @endlessflame @brycelahellyeah @innerpostmentality @imma-winchester-addict @tornbetween2loves @cora-nova @indiacater @traeumerinwitzhelden @blackcatkita @darley1101 @choiceslife @alexpottrechoices @lolablackwrites @daniv2278 @sleepwalkingelite @gibbles82 @zilch3 @sirbeepsalot @blackcoffee85 @galaxyside-0 @dcbbw @alicars

[cristalknife]

Kadam Week 2021 Day 7 ~ You Might Not See It, But You Are Beautiful

This is me trying to not start something on a platform only to post solely somewhere else aka AO3 and ff.net  you can find the complete list of Kadam Week 2021 prompts and you might find more stories on the Kadam Week 2021 AO3 collection

That said, today's prompt is Photo Op

Maybe this one too is slightly off the mark, but I've tried and I had fun with it, Adam is slightly more insecure and anxious than my others but that's ok too.

I still hope you'll enjoy the ride

so let me present to you You Might Not See It, But You Are Beautiful (or read on ao3)

“Kurt finally thanks for picking up, you are just the man I needed, I need your lovely ass in here pronto..."

Kurt chuckled as he answered amused "Chase you do know I have a boyfriend and he's here in the room looking at me pretty worried..."

Chase enthusiasm and relief was clear in his tone, despite the fact that his words kept sounding playful on the verge of flirtatious "Ohh even better take him with you Imma make good use of him as well, I expect you both here in maximum of twenty minutes"

After that Chase closed the call and Adam looked somewhat worried, "Ok what was that darling? Because lemme tell ya, a fellow could totally start to get insecure when his boyfriend starts to get those kinds of calls frequently."

Kurt laughed and leaned forward kissing Adam briefly before answering cryptically "Come with me and I'll show you the kind of wickedness that happens behind closed doors."

When Adam started to look alarmed Kurt finally cracked down and started cackling to the point of almost tearing up. Once he was able to compose himself, he raised both hands in a surrender motion. Then he patted Adam's shoulder and said with a smile "Up up you go luv we've a train to catch if we want to make it in time, Chase is not a patient man, you don't want to see him getting mad when he's in such a bossy mood."

Slightly reluctant, Adam got up from the couch and picked up his keys phone and wallet from the bowl next to the door, following his boyfriend perplexed.

The fact that Kurt was being so coy, while also being cryptic, ringed many alarm bells in Adam's mind. But also seeing the loving smile and the offered hand, those were signs too good to warrant being so worried. He trusted Kurt, and despite the rather ambiguous words, there was no need to let the mind wander in the gutter, turning to dark corners and seeing nefarious omens...

He was starting to learn that with Kurt words mattered, and so did the context... Despite it all, the call came from one of Kurt's coworkers, to the land phone of their shared apartment…

True, deciding to live together had been quite the spur of the moment decision. The kind of occasions that could happen only when everything aligned. His building had changed landlord and the new one wanted to triplicate the lease, Kurt's own lease was at its natural end. And Kyle Ferguson, one of the graduated apples, had been taken in by a touring group signing an initial two years contract, after he had just renewed the lease of this apartment...

The place was in a lovely position, it had two equally large and illuminated bedrooms. But the most charming aspect was the living area with an isle kitchen large enough to allow both Adam and Kurt to cook and bake at the same time without stepping on each other’s toes.

So there they ended up sharing an apartment despite being together for little more than six months. They still both had their own separate rooms, that were more like mini studios at this point.

Kurt was cherishing too much having walls again, after the experience with the loft, and Adam still wanted to not rush too much despite their current circumstances.

There was also safety, in still having boundaries. In still being having the option to retire in a private space, despite the fact that they had ended up sleeping together in the same bed, most nights soon after moving in.

As Chase had apparently already known, the new apartment was only ten minutes away from Kurt's office, noticing that detail Adam wondered out loud "Do all of your coworkers know exactly how long it takes from your place to the office or Chase is special?"

The question was asked playfully as Adam kept up with Kurt's fast pace, but the underlying worry was there. He had never gone to Kurt's working place, for one because since they got together his own working place was closer to the apartment he had back then, which was in the almost opposite direction than the Vogue's offices. And second, because Kurt never invited him to come there. Since Adam could appreciate the value of keeping work and private life separated, he never resented the lack of invitation, not when it wouldn’t have been feasible going there anyway.

Unaware of Adam’s internal musing Kurt couldn't stop the amused snort "Chase has his own unique brand of special luv, you'll understand soon enough. But if you’re wondering just how many people know my new address at work, then there's Chase, obviously, Isabelle, and I think my paper passed through a couple of admins down in the HR department once I got officially in their payroll instead of being on a freelancer contract..."

Adam hummed noncommittally, partially grateful that the news was not that widespread. In a way he feared that such proximity could be taken as an excuse and reason for the office to call in Kurt even when he was supposed to be off the clock. Like it was happening today, on one of the rare full days off Kurt had since summer started.

On the other hand, a little heavy on Adam’s mind, there was already the looming threat of Kurt's ex arriving in New York and starting class at Nyada in just a couple more weeks. The thought of even more men after Kurt's attention was a little daunting, but he tried to keep his own insecurities and past at bay. After all, his ghosts were all an ocean away.

And Kurt knew the pain of being cheated on, he was not the kind of person to do that.

Also in Adam’s own experience, no one would be this calm in taking their partner in a place where they kept a side lover. And as much as he believed Kurt was capable of being a great actor, remembering the amount of ridiculously blunt and direct ways it took him to convince his boyfriend he was interested in being more than just friends, it was helping…

And the warmth of Kurt’s hand in his was calming and made him feel safe, making Adam hope for the best despite a tad of anxiety that peeked in.

As soon as they walked inside the building where the Vogue’s offices were, an impatient man walked steadily toward them saying “You are lucky you are both so pretty because you were almost running late.”

He pointed a finger at Kurt and continued “You should know I don’t like to be kept waiting, take your bae and get naked and pretty for me, you know exactly where to go. Chop, chop”

Kurt chuckled and in mock seriousness he saluted as he said “Yes, Sir, we’re already on our way.”

The man nodded with a grin and said “You better be, I can’t wait to put my hands on you. Don’t make me wait longer than I already have.”

He turned and took one of the elevators as Kurt tugged Adam with him on the other one chuckling all the way “And that charmingly bossy man is Chase Madison”

Adam must have looked as spooked out as he felt because Kurt leaned forward and gave him a peck on his cheek as he pressed on Adam’s side

“Don’t worry we’re not going to be naked, but we can grab a quick shower before we get all dolled up for him. And we can grab a quick one before we leave so no matter what is in store for us we won’t look like we just walked out of some sort of debauchery all the way back home.”

Adam harrumphed starting to feeling a little uneasy, but once they arrived at their destination he was surprised to be ushered in what looked like a locker room.

Kurt was humming as he went picking out clean bathrobes from the shelves and pointed out one of the closed cabin smiling encouragingly "Don't worry all will be fine"

Adam looked decidedly unimpressed and quipped unamused "Darling that is not reassuring at all, especially not with your definition of fine..."

Kurt chuckled softly "All right then, things are going to be all right, good, absolutely fantastic... Is that better?"

Slightly mollified but still looking nervous Adam answered back "Rad just swell darling, especially if you can say it with a little less teasing and a tad more conviction..."

Kurt looked suddenly serious and took Adam's face in his hands "Adam, love I'd love if you could help me out, and I promise that the compensation you’ll get is worth the hassle, but if you're really that uncomfortable modelling I'm sure we can call someone else last minute. It was just very convenient having both of us coming in and fill in two slots with a single call, but you're not obligated to do this if you don't want to"

Adam frowned unsure, fidgeting a little with the hem of his shirt, "Darling, are you sure about this? I mean I'm ok living in my own skin, but I'm not exactly at the levels of what you'd see on a fashion magazine, unlike you"

Kurt moved one of his hand so that he could put a finger on Adam's lips momentary silencing him "Adam, believe me, Chase is not a man willing to work with anything or anyone sub par, least of all a model who is meant to compliment his work. He is one of the most perfectionist designers we have in this office, while he had wanted to play dress up with me for a while, he had been positively salivating at the thought of both us as his living mannequins for a while now. Today simply offered him a golden opportunity and he took it, and while I think you’d even end up having fun, I thought having one more line of credited work would still be better than nothing, the pay you’d get is more than what you'd get in tips at the cafe for the same amount of time, though it's ok if you'd rather not participate."

Adam frowned even more confused pulling his head back and asking "Wait you know exactly what all this is about? It's nothing nefarious right?"

Kurt's confusion was brief he soon realised what was going on and started laughing "Oh good gracious, I thought I told you we had coming up this small photo session for a spring summer collection that was proving to be a nightmare?"

Adam nodded recalling it being mentioned in the past couple of weeks "But I thought it was supposed to happen last week?"

Kurt nodded as he grinned visibly pleased that Adam had listened and remembered "Supposed is the keyword as it didn't happen… Some models had conflicting schedules and asked for it to be moved to today, only for them to not show up, hence Chase's call asking for reinforcements on my day off and using the opportunity to drag you into our pay books at least once. Probably so he could have the chance of a direct line to beg for more of your time next time something like this happens..."

Adam still looked unconvinced but a lot more at ease with the whole situation...

After a quick furtive kiss from Kurt, they quickly got ready and started being dressed up and expertly directed by Chase’s clear vision.

Despite appearing a deceptively easy work, Adam discovered that modelling could be just as hard and just as long a process as acting. They were nearing the fourth solid hour of work, they must have posed by now for what felt like at least a hundred photos or more, when Chase finally called with a satisfied grin "And done, that was fantastic guys great job we're done, time to wrap this up."

Kurt bounced happily and with a gleeful exclamation as he rushed to the clothes' rack and started checking the ones they had just worn with great care, seemingly searching for something.

Adam was so absorbed in looking at his boyfriend’s delight and apparent endless energies that he didn't realise Chase had walked closer and stood right next to him until the older man said "Watching him bouncing around after this kind of gruelling sessions sometimes it makes me feel old... I appreciate you coming in and helping out, don't worry both Kurt and I will make sure you'll get properly registered in our books and receive your compensation right away. The pay might be paltry, but it's a useful gig, and I know I'd love to have you come in more often if you're up to it"

Adam turned a shocked look at the other man and asked confused "Are you sure? I mean I"

Chase shook his head "On second thought instead of making you wait for Kurt to be done I'll do that myself" he turned toward Kurt and hollered "I'll take your man down to fill in all the paperwork.”

Kurt snorted and waved clearly dismissing the notion and waving them away "You just want to have the tastiest eye candy in your arm. And rub it in Matthew's face down in HR"

Chase chuckled unashamedly as he quipped back "You have him all the time, letting my old bones enjoy such a lovely view and sweet company won't kill you. And I believe you should check the ice gray one too, Adam would look lovely in that."

Kurt had turned to look at them, a contemplating look in his eyes as he nodded “He would indeed, and I won’t object this once, but I want my boyfriend back by the time I’ll get home with him…”

Chase pouted playfully before quipping back tongue in cheek “Or you could both consider the option to share, any man would be lucky to have you two in his arms. If you’ll decide to do that, remember me as a possible option… One call is all it’d take”

Underneath the teasing tone, the playful wink and Chase’s carefully chosen words, Adam was able to pick up the wistful and longing undertone in them. Unlike Kurt, who simply laughed and waved it off before shaking his head saying fondly “You’re such a flatterer, when will you believe me that any man would be lucky to have to be crazy to not see how sweet and wonderful you are?”

Chase smiled and gently put Adam’s hand on his elbow and started leading them away, calling from over his shoulder “You can’t fault a man for trying… We’ll see you later, I’m sure you know what needs to be done to wrap things up in here, so I’ll leave that up to you.”

Kurt nodded his acknowledgement and returned his full attention to the clothes in his hands.

Adam had watched the exchange carefully and once he and Chase were alone on the elevator he said softly “You love him.”

Chase looked startled for a moment and then his surprise softened in a gentle smile as he shook his head “No, to call it love would be a disservice, and it would imply Kurt had open up with me enough for feeling to actually develop. I am attracted to him, he is a very attractive young man and I believe you know that already.”

Adam nodded with a small smile on his face and nodded “I know that”

Chase must have seen some of the conflicting emotions currently invading Adam’s mind, because he continued gently “You don’t have to worry with him, you do know that, right? He’s a good one, he wouldn’t cheat on you”

A clearly self deprecating grin stretched Chase’s lips as he carried on “Even less with me, if I had any chance with him, I would have probably managed to at least be the rebound from when his ex had been enough of an idiot to cheat on Kurt and set him free. If I didn’t manage to raise Kurt’s interest in the six months between then and when he met you, it’s unlikely he’ll ever look my way.”

Adam frown and barely had the time to say “He probably didn’t even see you were serious in your offer and not just being kind to him” then the elevator’s door and Chase put on the same easygoing expression he had since Adam met him earlier.

They walked together inside the HR office and Chase commented airily “Matt treat my new angel well, I’d be very upset if he felt so unwelcome here, he’d decide to not return next time I need my dose of sexy blond candy man to satisfy my needs.”

Matthew snorted at the playful banter and quipped back with the same tone “Does Kurt know you’re parading his bae so shamefully in our faces?”

He did his work fast and efficiently, filling up and saving Adam’s data for future times, as Chase grinned and quipped back “Of course, I have Kurt’s blessing, you know me better than that, I am not one to steal men away, I simply sweep ‘em off their feet with my brilliant designs.”

Matthew chuckled and handed Adam a white envelope with the day’s pay saying with a sincere smile “It’s a pleasure seeing you in person, please don’t hold against us the level of levity you saw today, we can all be professional when it’s needed but being called back in on a saturday afternoon is never fun, so we need to amuse ourselves somehow”

Adam smiled serenely and nodded “Don’t worry it was a pleasure coming and have a look at where Kurt works, though I never thought I would have a reason to be here.”

On their way back to Kurt Chase made a detour, at Adam’s raised eyebrow Chase simply smiled and said “There’s something I think you should see.”

Chase took Adam to a totally different floor than any of the ones he had been before, and when they reached a desk on the opposite end of the room, he could see many photos of him or of Kurt and him.

Some were framed, others were pinned on a bulletin board, some he knew were taken, others were new to him despite remembering the moments when they were taken.

Chase took that moment to comment “He’s crazy about you, and everyone in the whole building knows that. He is more than willing to gush on how happy you make him. And he didn’t even need to say that. We all could see it, we saw how different he is now that he is with you compared to a year ago when he arrived. You two are good for each other.”

Adam smiled fondly seeing that surrounding Kurt’s desk and picture of them, there were also pictures of all their friends. He felt oddly relieved and surprised to notice that none of the people’s from Lima had made the cut to feature anywhere.

Adam felt Kurt wrapping one arm around his waist and gave him a peck on the cheek “I see Chase was showing you off my little corner. Ready to go home?”

Upon turning, Adam realised the one arm hold was due to the fact that Kurt had what looked like two clothes bags in his other hand resting on his shoulder. So he asked curiously, pointing at the bags “I’m ready, but do we need to stop somewhere for those?”

Kurt chuckled and shook his head “Nope those are coming home with us. Perks of the job.”

Adam turned a confused look between Kurt and Chase, who took pity on him and ended up explaining “As Vogue employee we cannot officially add more monetary compensation on Kurt’s pay for the additional services like today’s extra work. But for collections created by and made for this office, if someone from the office helps out, they can take home things that are no longer needed for the vault.”

Adam nodded starting to understand a little better how Kurt could have such a large collection of clothes and not casting away a huge chunk of earnings for that purpose.

Chase gently patted both Adam’s and Kurt’s back “Well it’s time for me to go, thank you both for your help.”

The next week, on wednesday evening, when Kurt returned home he offered Adam a closed manila envelope “Chase sends this… I didn’t ask what’s in it but I think it should be the shot to add to your portfolio.”

Adam nodded and opened it to see a set of pictures, upon taking them out he saw a post it simply saying ‘You’re Welcome’

The first was a picture of the both of them chuckling together in a downtime moment, turning the picture he noticed there was noted down the date, the location and a single descriptive sentence ‘A stolen moment when love shone brighter than any lighting or makeup could ever create. It was a pleasure witnessing it.’

The second photo was one of the black and white shot they took during that saturday gruelling photo session. It was a shot in which Kurt looked every bit the professional model he could be, on its back the writing just listed Kurt’s name, the date, the campaign and the photographer. It looked like it was supposed to be something to add to Kurt’s own resume and portfolio.

Adam smiled and passed them to Kurt asking “I think your solo shot is for your resume darling”

The last photo inside was one of Adam himself, it was startling to realise that in this shot he looked just as much as a professional model as Kurt did, he quickly turned it and saw the same note added on its back and another post it ‘You look as much as a professional model as Kurt does, it was a pleasure working with you, please do consider dropping by again for those extra work.’

Kurt came behind Adam and looked over his shoulder smiling and commenting softly “Wow I knew already you are hot luv, but damn that pic truly shows it to the world. You are going to add this to your shots right? It is legit work and you will receive the proper credit for it after all.”

Adam nodded still looking at the picture in surprise.

Maybe, just maybe, he could see what Kurt, and Chase, were talking about…

Despite never having seen or thought of himself that way before. ~The end~

[megabadbunny]

2k17 fic in review

I was tagged by the incomparable @gingergallifreyan and the wonderful @lastbluetardis as well as the excellent @ofstormsandwolves , thank youuuu dolls <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

total number of completed stories:  14 I think...?

total word count: ~85k

fandoms written in: Doctor Who (Rose x Nine, Ten, and Tentoo (both original and fem!versions) as well as one Rose x Clara!Doctor and one Clara x Jenny)

looking back, did you end up writing more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? Both...? I had hoped I would write more, but looking back, I’m still pleasantly surprised at the amount I actually did manage to accomplish!

what’s your own favorite story of the year? Mrrrrrrrrr it’s hard to say considering how much I bled for all of them lolol (sometimes soliciting the muse requires dat blood sacrifice tho). I think my WIPs probably top the list, all for different reasons--No Place Like Hohm because I’ve been working on it for literal yeeeears and I think it’s a pretty darn good canon-compliant and tv-safe version of how Rose and the Doctor could have patched things up after GitF, Minuet because it is almost exactly the opposite of that (lol and also it was so unexpected?? and full of that sexy sexy UST-ridden angst), and if we let go because it’s a much different take on Rose/Tentoo than I typically write, and it’s been a good way to address some of my own issues with certain aspects of Journey’s End, as much as I like the episode and story overall. But A Rose by Any Other Martha deserves an honorable mention because it was so much frigging fun to write! (thanks for the prompt, mystery-nonny!)

did you take any writing risks this year? I was a little afraid folks would read the first couple sentences of Any Other Martha and immediately nope on outta there, or maybe even make it halfway through before quitting, because of the awkwardness and pettiness. But I tried to stay true to the characters, including their flaws, and think (hope) that ultimately it paid off! 

do you have any fanfic or profit goals for the new year? FINISH SOME FRIGGING WIPS there are what 4 or 5 partially published and more than a dozen waiting (im)patiently on my computer jfc there are so many how did i get here how did i get myself stuck in this goddessforsaken wip-filled swamppppp

best story of the year? Whichever your personal favorite is, random person who may be reading this! :D

most popular story of the year? On tumblr, it’s Minuet, by a landslide. On AO3, it’s No Place Like Hohm.

story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Difficult to say. I know my tastes tend to run a little different from a lot of other folks’, especially when it comes to romance. I will say I hope if we let go gains a little more traction, but then again, that probably means I should start updating it...

most fun story to write: A Rose by Any Other Martha and Enough. I enjoyed exploring Rose and Tentoo’s sexual tension in Enough, building up that anticipation and release, and I fucking loooooved writing the petty bickering snipy-ness of Any Other Martha, holy crap did I ever love writing that. There was just something deliciously awful about bringing out the worst in two of my favorite-ever fictional characters, exploring their petty jealousies and insecurities and little bitchy snipes, and then something incredibly soothing and satisfying in writing the resolution, the two of them working together to overcome all that bullshit to become great friends. Like a platonic enemies-to-lovers!

story with the single sexiest moment: Probably the moment the Doctor’s mood shifts in give and take. <3 <3 <3

most sweet story: Speechless or Sudden Impulse, because I’m a sucker for stories that start out angsty and end with a sweet kiss. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

”holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you!” story: Lol if the reactions are anything to go by then I’d say by any other name probably comes the closest. (Is she Rose? Is she someone or something else? Who knows! 0:)

story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters & most unintentionally telling story: if we let go. It hasn’t changed the way I feel about the characters--I love Rose, Ten, Tentoo, and Donna as much as I ever have--but it has forced me to examine stuff under multiple lenses, really look at things from different angles.

hardest story to write: Lbr I struggle with writing just about anything, especially multichapters, but the follow-up for One Percent presented some unique challenges, in that I knew what I wanted the story to say, but I didn’t want to just come right the fuck out and say it, and I had to allow myself to trust the audience to pick up on it, not to spoon-feed people or insult their intelligence. And what do you know, people did pick up on things, because y’all are some amazing and insightful readers and I heart every single one of you!!! <3 <3 <3

biggest disappointment: That I didn’t get the next chapter of Defenders of the Altverse finished and published. @gingergallifreyan I SWEAR ONE DAY one dayyyyyyyyyyyy ONE FRIGGIN DAYYYYYY

biggest surprise: That people have seemed to enjoy/appreciate No Place Like Hohm and A Rose by Any Other Martha as much as they do. The one is a WIP that explores a topic that’s already been explored in 8000 other fics and takes foreverrrrrr between updates, the other is a story about two women catfighting before surrendering to the inexorable pull of platonic friendship, and neither of them feature any smut or even any established/concrete romance. As much as I enjoy writing and reading smut, it’s really nice when stories free of smut or established/explicitly romantic relationships receive positive attention!

and now for my next trick, imma taaaag @tiffotcf @goingtothetardis @wordsintimeandspace @jemsauce @fadewithfury (and i’m also going to wish you all a wonderful new year, you wonderful peaches you! <3 <3 <3)