#incredible what me gushing about fics I like for hours can do to my friends

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We were talking about This is an Adjuration yea

@not-freyja your writing is powerful

Warrior sketch from @linkeduniverse 🪻

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Hi

Can I please request a fic with Taylor swift x fem!reader where they are in a PR relationship and reader is a really big actress and in her late twenties and she’s an introvert and likes to build legos and play Mario cart and she’s a big softie and incredibly sweet but the catch is Taylor and her friends don’t really like the reader whenever she has to hangout with them they always ignore her and make her feel uncomfortable and unwanted between them and one day she goes live on instagram or TikTok and she’s building a Lego with her fans it’s something that she does a lot and the Lego just happens to be a lovers house one to support Taylor and the fans just go crazy meanwhile Taylor is with her friends and they are talking about how the reader is annoying and weird and always quiet and then one of them mentions how the reader is live now so they get on to spy on her and they realize how nice and cute the reader is and someone in the comments asks the reader about Taylor and she starts gushing about Taylor with a love struck smile on her face because she secretly likes Taylor and wants to pursue her for real and then later on they start treating the reader better and they go on real dates together and it’s just fluff. Sorry this is long you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to I just had this idea for a long time and wanted to share it but if you do end up writing it can you make it with as much details and events as possible. Thank you so much

note: this is such a cute idea!! it’s fairly different because i changed it up a bit to make it easier to write. thanks for the request! not proofread.

IT’S LIKE I’M WASTING YOUR HONOR

pairing: taylor swift x fem!reader

warnings: taylor coming to her senses, sad but amazing folklore song

masterlist

to say you were in love with your PR girlfriend was an understatement. you knew it the from the moment you had met her and heard her laugh at a corny joke that slipped from your nervous lips. taylor had been incredibly kind to you and had seemed to notice things others had never thought to mention to you. you were doomed.

you two began a PR relationship for many reasons, the number one being that it would help taylor’s prideful content reach further to others who were part of the lgbtq+ community.

now obviously you knew taylor wasn’t as in love with you as you were her; or if she even really loved you at all. but you didn’t let that stop you. after all, you two were supposed to act madly in love anyway.

so now you sit here on live building a lover house lego set that the company sent you two. taylor left four hours ago to go spend some time with her model friends and you had simply kissed her on the cheek and wished her a good time as she left.

your eyes scan the comments that speed past and you catch onto one of them in particular. “does taylor show you her song writing process?” you read aloud the comment.

you think about the question for a moment, trying to figure out what you can reveal on live without getting a call from tree. you weigh your options and decide fuck it. with a smile you answer, “sometimes she does. it’s mostly after we’ve had a few glasses of wine that she sings to me. half of the songs i hear on guitar or piano end up scrapped in her notebook.”

you look down at your lego set and continue placing pieces together, all while continuing to ramble on. you try to fight the smile spreading across your face but the intense emotions at the thought of the blonde invade your mind like a thick smoke.

“it’s sometimes sad to hear songs get scrapped because they end up being my favorites.” you admit. “she’s just so talented and i love being able to see her grow as a person.”

a week later

it’s been a week since you gushed about taylor on instagram live. the repercussions ended in the internet going insane over your guy’s relationship and calling you two perfect for each other.

taylor had been acting different lately and the thought of her being upset over the live made you feel worried. what if she completely disliked that?

but as you sit in front of the brick fireplace with two wine glasses in front of you and taylor’s cats curled into the side of your criss-crossed legs — you let all those worries slip away.

taylor sits beside you, her body shifted towards you slightly. her fingers pluck at each string as she adjusts them to perfect tuning. the only light in the room elicits from the crackling fire contained in the fire place.

taylor looks up from her guitar to smile shyly at you, “this is a song i wrote last night, so it’s not perfect but i hope you like it.”

you tilt your head as you pet the cats beside you. taylor looks back down at her guitar and clears her throat, plucking at the soft chords before softly singing. “our coming of age has come and gone. suddenly the summer, it’s clear. i never had the courage of my convictions. as long as danger is near.”

you listen intently with a soft smile, watching her fingers skillfully move across the wood guitar with perfected ease.

“i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm. if your cascade ocean wave blues come. all these people think love’s for show, but i would die for you in secret.” she sings out, looking you right in the eyes for those specific lyrics.

she suddenly stops playing and swallows, looking at you with anticipation. you breath in as you take in the moment, analyzing the lyrics she just sang to you.

“those last lyrics are… something.” you breath out with a small nervous laugh.

taylor lets out a small chuckle and softens her gaze on you, “it’s true though. i’ve thought about my feelings for the past week.” she starts. “about my feelings for you specifically. this whole thing started for the public but getting to know you and experiencing your kindness has made me fall in love.”

your eyebrows raise slightly but you stay silent, letting her continue. “i want to be able to love you behind the cameras and public. and a part of me thinks you want that too.” she finishes.

with a smile gracing your lips you giggle, “taylor i’ve been in love with you since we started this stupid PR relationship.”

taylor lets out a breath of relief and sets the guitar aside. “well, that’s great news. if you rejected me i probably would’ve shit my pants.”

you bark out a laugh and lean forward, your face just inches away from hers. you glance from her pale blue eyes to her soft plump lips that you’ve only had the pleasure of kissing twice in front of paparazzi. “well, are you gonna kiss me for real or should i call some paparazzi to come get content?” you joke.

taylor rolls her eyes, “shut up you dork.”

and with that she kisses you softly but passionately. you hum and you lean in further, resting your hands on her thighs. she grabs onto the back of your head to get better control.

before you can protest she lifts you to straddle her as she lays back against the soft rug. she pulls away from the kiss and looks up at you with complete and utter love in her eyes.

you bite your lip to contain obnoxious giggles and glance over at the curled up cats. you glance back to taylor who looks over feature on your face. “let’s get to bed, tay.”

she nods and lets you drag her to bed where you fall asleep in each others arms for the first time in your 1 year relationship.

[danganphobia]

for laishuro college au drabble requests... maybe the squad™ goes to an escape room or a haunted house? i feel like there could be some silly shenanigans there. like toshiro getting jumpscared and jumping into laios' arms but also maybe laios getting scared by some guy chasing him (because escape rooms sometimes have like those story scenarios? i think) and toshiro just calmly using his #martial arts skills to defend laios ...

i say the squad™ because i enjoy them hanging out sm in high society ^v^ totally fine if ur not up for it tho ahahs

oh i love this idea. i went with haunted house because i wanted a fun excuse to dress everyone up. fic is cross-posted to ao3, but you can read it under the cut!

Laios had the car parked in front of Marcille and Falin’s building. Him and Toshiro waited.

“When does the event start again?” Toshiro asked.

“Uh…” Laios looked down at his phone. “Fifteen minutes ago.”

“Oh dear, we’re late then.”

“They’ll come out!”

Judging by Laios’ incredible patience, Toshiro had nothing to worry about. They were meeting Kabru, Mithrun, Kiki, Namari, Senshi, and Chilchuck at the scream park, because Laios wanted them all to do something for Halloween together. 

It’s the thirtieth of October, so it wasn’t even the day of Halloween — but that was because they had busy schedules on Halloween day. The joys of being an adult.

Falin and Marcille came running out the front door, rushing over to the car. They knocked on the window, and Laios unlocked the door for them to climb in the backseat.

“Sorry!” Falin said, bringing something else in the car with her. It was an axe.

“Patrick Bateman?” Toshiro asked, looking back at Falin’s bloody suit.

“Yeah!” Falin beamed. “Marcille was helping me with the makeup.” Marcille on the other hand, dressed up as Margot Robbie’s Barbie. A stark contrast of their personalities tonight. 

“Chilchuck said if we don’t get there in the next hour they’re gonna leave without us,” Marcille said. “Drive!” She hissed.

“Jeez, okay!” Laios started up the car.

When they reached the scream park, it was crowded with university students and older adults in costumes. They searched for their friends, finding them in the main area.

“What’s everyone dressed up as again?” Toshiro questioned. 

“Uh… I think Senshi’s Kratos, Chilchuck, I’m not sure if he dressed up,” Falin explained. “Namari’s Jessie and Kiki’s Catwoman.”

“Kabru and Mithrun are Pavitr and Gwen,” Laios said.

“Then I think they’re right over there,” Marcille pointed at a familiar group huddled in front of a gargoyle statue.

She was right, because when Kabru spotted them he went, “hey bitches!” 

“Yeah that’s Kabru,” Toshiro said with a snort. Upon meeting up, Namari and Kabru wolf-whistled at the couples. 

“If it isn’t Laios S. Kennedy and Toshiro Wong!” Namari hollered. “Damn, you guys look good!”

“Thanks!” Laios chirped, and Toshiro blushed, giving a quieter, meek “thank you” to their compliments. 

“Aww, Chil, you dressed up!” Marcille gushed at his Mario costume. “That’s so cute!”

“It’s minimal effort,” Chilchuck grumbled. He was right. He just had on a red shirt with overalls, a brown cap, and a red cap with an M drawn on it with a white marker. “My daughters dressed me up. They forced me to.”

“Alright! Now that everyone’s here!” Laios clapped his hands. “Are we ready to get scared?!”

They chorused in agreement, except for Toshiro, who was shifting in discomfort when they joined the growing line of eager guests.

It was fast-moving, because next thing Toshiro knew the grim reaper dude at the door went “have fun,” welcoming them inside. He shuffled closer to Laios, unconsciously holding on to him when they progressed through the house. 

This place wasted no time with the scares, jumping out at them at every corner. Kabru and Namari were making jokes. Kiki on the other hand, clung to Namari, probably to boost Namari’s ego from her overexaggerated reactions. 

Chilchuck pretended he wasn’t disturbed by the elaborate detail on the costumes, but he’d grab Senshi’s arm every now and then. Marcille couldn’t peel herself away from Falin’s side even if she tried. 

Mithrun had a straight-face the entire time, it was hard to tell if they were enjoying themselves, until the gang's screeching made them giggle, holding onto Kabru. Toshiro wondered if he and Marcille were the only ones genuinely terrified.

“Babe,” Laios said, moving on to the next room. “You’re gonna break my arm at this rate.”

“Huh?” Toshiro noticed he was clinging to Laios with a strong grip, practically hiding behind his shoulder. “Sorry…”

“Do you not like haunted houses?” Laios asked with a snort. “The monsters here are crazy scary, but they’re not real, y’know. I wish they were. Are they too spooky for you?”

“Such establishments don’t bode too well for me, Laios,” Toshiro mumbled. “I’m not exactly a fan of horror mo—AH!” A masked man wielding a chainsaw popped out of a shadowed corner.

“Oh hell no!” Kabru’s voice boomed, everyone scrambled to the next set, being chased by the masked man until they lost him, breaking out into hysterical laughter.

“Toshiro, your screams are so cute!” Laios said, giggling. Toshiro punched his shoulder, panting. He thought he was going to die back there.

There were more strange creatures lurking in the corners the more they progressed into the haunted attraction, waiting for the opportunity to spook passing guests. Marcille shrieked that she nearly peed, causing them to laugh, and that was the one time she and Toshiro came to a mutual understanding.

Huddled together, the silence in the dark, hazy room would be interrupted by a growl or a shrill voice echoing in the air, causing them to jump and bump into each other like cartoon characters.

Then, a sudden fart ripped through the air.

“Did somebody just fucking fart?” Namari asked with a grimace.

Awkward silence, before Laios shyly confessed. “Sorry. I got tense for a second.”

The group’s faces twisted in disgust at the smell, scolding him. “I said I was sorry!”

“Relax, son,” Senshi chuckled. “You’re in good company.”

“What the fuck did you eat, man?” Chilchuck said, scrunching up his nose. “That shit stinks.”

“Philly cheesesteak,” Laios replied.

“Alright girlies, let’s keep going!” Kabru said, guiding them across the set. “No pussying out!”

Whenever Laios wandered too far, Toshiro followed after him like a deer in the headlights. It was hard to see, the lights always flickering. If he strayed too far from the crowd he was afraid he’d bump into another fake body bag, or a Frankenstein bursting from a coffin and scaring him into cardiac arrest.

“Nice costume!” Laios complimented one of the actors, dressed as some sort of freakish ghoul. They were at a dead end. “Do you guys know where the other room is? I think we’re lost.”

“GRAH!” The actor screamed at them, Toshiro squeaked, but Laios was unfazed.

“GRAH!” Laios shouted back, and he actually spooked the actor in return.

“Holy fuck,” the actor gawked. “Scared the shit outta me, man.”

“Laios, they’re not supposed to talk to you!” Toshiro hissed, smacking his arm and dragging him in the other direction, apologizing to the poor actor. “I think everyone went over there.” If Laios stopped and talked to every single actor (and animatronic, as he couldn’t tell the difference) in every set, they would never make it out of the house, he got distracted too easily, rambling to Toshiro about the intricate monster SFX details that fascinated him, and Toshiro was desperately trying not to pee his pants.

“Guys?!” Marcille called out into the eerie mist surrounding the house. “Where’d you go?!”

“Easy girl, we’re right here, not dead yet.” Kabru said, making Marcille sigh with relief. In the next set, there was a staged fight between a woman and a werewolf, mimicking a final girl scene in a horror movie. With the way she pounced on the creature and started stabbing at its chest with a steak knife looked real, causing Kabru to say, “he need some milk!” laughter erupting from the group at his comment.

Toshiro had to double-check if the poor guy was alive and still breathing. She just kept on stabbing him.

“Hurry it up back there!” Namari barked at Laios and Toshiro, lingering behind everyone else. Laios gave a sheepish apology, finding their way back to the gang. Toshiro’s gloved palm was sweaty, holding Laios’ the whole time, squeezing every now and then so they wouldn’t slip away from each other.

So far, the only thing that actually scared Laios was a part-cephalopod and part-man creature wielding multiple knives. The costume was so ridiculous that it made Toshiro laugh when they booked it so fast across the house, passing everyone else getting jerked around by the actors from wall to wall.

When they emerged from the house, Toshiro was laughing so hard he needed a moment to catch his breath, face red and buried into Laios’ chest.

“Out of all the monsters we saw in there,” he wheezed, holding onto Laios’ stupidly tight shirt and suspenders. “A-An octopus man is what frightened you?”

“I don’t like them!” Laios whined, tears pricking at his eyes from how spooked he was. “They’re so slimy and scary! And he had knives on his tentacles!”

“I’m sorry—” Toshiro broke out into another fit of giggles, the rest of the gang exiting the house in pairs. “That is utterly hilarious. I thought nothing scared you.”

“I admit, that one got me good,” Laios said, smiling again. The others were discussing how fun the house was, decidedly hungry, good thing Senshi brought along a full-course meal to feed everyone. “What about you?” He asked curiously.

“It was… highly disturbing,” Toshiro said, being honest. “But I had a lot of fun.” Laios’ face lit up at the confession, especially when Toshiro pecked him on the check, wrapping his arm around Laios. “Thank you, for protecting me.”

Laios froze, his face slowly turning redder than a tomato at Toshiro’s kind words. “Buh,” he stammered, completely incoherent and flustered. “Wuh. Huh. Uh. I. Uh. N—N-No p-problem…”

Laughing, Toshiro hauled his blubbering, blushing boyfriend over to follow the rest of the group to the canteen.

Marcille asked if Toshiro had broken Laios as they got seated at a large table, making the whole table cackle loudly.

[definitelynotshouting]

Ask game #25?

mcytblr writer ask game

25.) What works and/or authors in the fandom do you recommend?

OH MAN..... GODS OKAY well this is about to become me gushing about my friends, but i think everyone and their mother should be reading @raichett, @droidofmay, @good-chimes, @sillyfairygarden, @sisyphean-writes, @renardroi's writing. Like holy shit i know some incredible authors. Grim in particular went and fully changed my brain chemistry with his fic Total Apogee of the Heart, which i do believe i described to him as "like reading an oil painting," and "like you've taken an axe to my chest and deftly split it down the middle to show me the inner workings of my heart," which is truly the palest of terms i can use to describe something that ended up feeling so soul-shocking to me /pos. The skillful way he twists words to layer these rich, saturated themes into his stories makes me INSAAAAAAANE, its pretty much the epitome of how i want to write when it comes to thematic elements and imbuing my narratives with symbolism. I genuinely dont know how to describe it, but the way he crafts sentences and weaves in references to other media is like reading a fairytale, and it leaves me feeling like ive just resurfaced from a dream every time.

And, ofc, my very good and dear friend Raichett with their ACP-verse-- oh my gods what an incredible read. Reincarnation fic with modern minecraft worldbuilding FUCKING SIGN ME UP..... i think this might be my favorite fic in the fandom because truly you can just feel the heart-wrench of how long Grian has been waiting, of all those words left unsaid during his and Scar's initial conversation that we the reader happen to be privy to. AND THE SEQUEL!!! THEE SEQUELLLLL THE ONGOING SEQUEL RAAAAAAAHH okay im normal im normal im normal <- lying. It just manages to hit every fucking trope i love all at once so i start frothing at the mouth whenever it gets updated or they send me snippets. I could read Raichett's writing for hours and hours and just feel so warm within it, truly beautiful prose and characterization :]

And ohhhh Sisyphean my beloved..... if you havent been reading their anonymous scarian fic series then please please do so, especially Bread and Butterflies, a fic they gifted me that made me simultaneously want to cry and also curl up into for the rest of my life. Something about the atmosphere in their fics, along with the juxtaposition of their unique form of humor, really just knocks it out of the park for me. And, of course, the gut-wrenching wing scene-- trust me, you need to read this fic. The reveal is so incredibly well done that it feels like a gauze being lifted from your eyes so you can finally see more than the lurking silhouette of what's been hinted at. Beautiful fic and evocative writing, i dont feel like i can do it justice you're just gonna have to go read it for yourself >:]

Sorry i told you this was gonna be me gushing so i am going to gush can we talk about Droid's fucking fics please. Can we talk about those. I've always been captivated by their writing, worldbuilding, and the way they so deftly weave implications into their prose to present a fic that feels so neatly-woven it practically breathes. Every work i've ever read from them, regardless of fandom, is some of the most engaging writing ive ever read before. Not to promo a fic inspired by hunger au, but im especially enamoured with their gift will the curse be reversed if you say it backwards. Reading that was like getting kicked in the chest a billion times until it ached, and the way they portrayed the two Grian's dynamics brought me perilously close to tears multiple times while reading, which is admittedly very hard to do. Also i think reading that fic is the closest ive ever gotten to what yall experience whenever i upload a new hunger au chapter-- i stg the dread i felt as the fic progressed had me HOLLERING in their dms like "IS THIS WHAT THATS LIKE. OH MY GODS" truly just a phenomenal fic all around

Thello, oh Thello, my beloved friend, her fic you are here to risk your heart had ME heartbroken in the best of ways when i first read it, and every reread since has only solidified it as a stunning cross-section into 3L!scarian's dynamic. Thello's writing in general is always so deeply elegant and refined-- reading it feels a lot like shoving the world's richest, gooiest, most delicately-layered cake into my mouth to melt on my tongue. She just gets intimacy in a way i rarely see done, highlighting the fragile way people can come together while straining to stay apart. Her writing is so deeply, utterly human in the details she chooses to focus on, and that level of groundedness paired with her fantastical prose makes me feel like what im reading is both very real and also the whisps of a beautiful, colourful dream.

And, last but very much not least, my wonderful friend Telk. Telk's writing is so utterly unique, bursting at the seams with both humor and a quiet rawness that punches me right in the ribs every single fucking time. They're also so deeply, insanely skilled at being able to say so so much in a story while dancing around the actual core of it, drawing you into understanding whats really going on below the surface like an event horizon. Their fic A Certain Je Ne Sais What is, in my mind, a particularly good example of the subtle and skillful way they weave implications into their work-- im perpetually in awe of how meticulously they poured Grian's cognitive dissonance between how he really feels about Scar, and how he wants to feel about Scar, into the narrative. That, and their characterization is genuinely flawless, im not sure ive ever read better character voices that capture the inherent humor of their owners than in Telk's writing.

Gods i have so much more to say about so many more of my friends and their fics but i'll stop here otherwise i will never shut up. Local guy loves his friends so fucking much i will shout it to the sky any chance i can take<3

And as a bonus, here's the hermit/trafficshipping collection i run on ao3, affectionately nicknamed The Body Count!! Its chock-full of incredible authors and writing, all of whom are my close friends, and its recently expanded to contain 60+ fics!! 60+!!!! INSANE. MY FRIENDS ARE INSANE AND I LOVE THEM PLEASE GO READ AND COMMENT ON THEIR WORKS BC THEY DESERVE THE ATTENTION :] THANKS FOR THE ASK AAAAAAAAAA OKAY BYE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[malleux]

idk if my request went through cuz my internet went weird just now-- but anyways, could I perhaps get a soft corpse x reader in which they're all playing among us and Rae or Sean invites (y/n), who none of them have every heard of, and she's just very shy but has an adorable childlike voice, and is an incredible imposter? Like she's just super convincing just like corpse, and can tug at the heartstrings with her voice? thank you!

spell. | corpse husband

part two ; part three

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Fandom: uhh youtubers? idk

-> Genre: Fluff, Crack

-> Warnings: Cursing

-> A/N: hi it’s a long overdue corpse fic :) it’s not the absolute best and for that i’m super sorry i’ve just got to get in the groove of writing for him!

corpse husband taglist is closed!

You were never one to enjoy the spotlight. Instead, you were often found in the background of things, just observing the extroverts who managed to get themselves in the middle of everything.

You had a nerve to admire them- their ability to just get out there and show their true selves, despite so many people watching their every move. Just the thought of it made you shudder. Yet you couldn’t help but also be rather envious of them.

Them, in question, being Sean McLoughlin.

You weren’t quite sure how you became associated with Jacksepticeye himself, choosing to focus on the present and future with your friend rather than dwelling on your past. He was just Sean, your internet friend. And also Jacksepticeye- a famous youtuber with millions of followers.

Sean was who you aspired to be in life. Outgoing, happy, out there, everything positive in life that Sean had, you wanted.

He’d confided in you often about how nervous he’d get before streams or videos, fearing that he’d say the wrong thing or upset his fans, but he still put on a brave face and went out into the chaos. That’s what you admired. His ability to conquer those anxieties.

You wished you could do that. You were simply too nervous.

Which is why when Sean facetimed you one night- morning, actually, seeing as it was 3am in California, where you were- asking you to join a game of Among Us for one of his videos, you adamantly refused.

“Why? Please, Y/N, we need one more person.” Sean begged, “It’ll be me, you, Felix, Ethan, Corpse, Julien, PJ, and Dave. Not everyone’s playing today, it’s a smaller crowd.”

“But it’s still a lot.” You groaned, “I don’t even know them. I just know you.”

“They’re nice! You literally watch their videos.” He argued back.

“That’s the point, Sean! They’re famous, I’d just be some random chick in the game that everyone asks where the fuck she came from.”

“No, you’ll be the girl that everyone adores. Now get on, we’re playing in ten.”

You sighed as the phone hung up and turned on your computer. A Discord invite was waiting for you- Sean must have invited you for you to talk to everyone as you played. You accepted with shaky fingers and put your headphones on, pulling up Among Us and typing in the game code.

“Hello everyone- wait, who’s pink?”

“She’s a good friend of mine,” Sean explained to Felix, “Say hi Y/N. We’re streaming live right now.”

“Hello,” You couldn’t help the meek tone in your voice, smiling shyly as if you were actually on camera. “Wait, you’re streaming? Sean, I thought you said it was a recording for a video.”

“I, well. It’s a video all right.”

The group laughed, but you stayed silent, fixating your attention on a lower voice that chimed in at the end.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Corpse.”

“The King of Imposters.” PJ joked, making Corpse laugh.

You giggled a bit, “Hi…”

Felix gasped. “Corpse, her voice is like, the total opposite from yours. Her’s is so cute.”

Corpse laughed as well. “Agreed. I like it.”

As the game loaded, your heart practically dropped.

Imposter.

As if your nerves weren’t bad enough as they were. But, on the bright side, you were with Sean as the other imposter. At least it was someone you knew.

You both split up, you heading towards Electrical. Corpse and Felix were close behind you, Felix following you into the room while Corpse left. You pretended to do your task for a minute before moving to your left a minute and killing Felix.

You rushed out of the room and then headed to Navigations, making sure to avoid anybody who could have seen you leave Electrical. A few moments later, a body was reported.

“Where was it?” Sean asked Julien, the reporter.

“Electrical.”

“I saw Y/N go in there with him at the beginning of the game.” Corpse joined in, “I saw them as I was going to the Reactor.”

“I was in Electrical with him,” You admitted, still acting a bit shy. What could you say, deep voices and new people made you nervous. “But after that I left and went to do my task in Navigation. Felix was still alive and there when I left.”

“Did you pass anyone sus on the way there?” Sean asked.

“No, if they came in after I did it must’ve either been from the other way or after I was already in Electrical.” You started picking at your nail polish- a habit of yours when things got a little overwhelming.

“So you’re saying that it could’ve been from the direction Corpse was in?” You could hear the smirk in Sean’s voice.

“Whoa, whoa, hold up. Why are you so quick to throw me under the bus? I’m just a crewmate.” Corpse questioned, “You’re pretty sus if you ask me.”

Sean scoffed, “I’m just inferring that the culprit came from your direction. Never in my words did I say it was you. Sounds like you’re getting a little too defensive for someone who’s ‘just a crew mate’.”

“Uh, guys,” You quietly spoke up. You didn’t expect anyone to hear you, but Corpse and Sean immediately quieted down at your voice. “I hate to interrupt, but we’ve got to vote. I don’t want us to argue…”

Sean laughed. “Oh little Y/N, you’re too sweet. I’m skipping this round.”

As you voted to skip as well, your stomach clenched when you heard Corpse quietly repeat “Little Y/N”.

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

“It’s Y/N, I’m fucking telling you! Y/N!” Julien was practically screaming at this point. You tried to stay calm, focusing on keeping your voice steady.

The group had been calling you cute and adorable practically all night, so you were seriously about to put that to use.

“I was in Medbay with Corpse, isn’t that right, Corpse?” Your tone was sweet and slightly flirty- hopefully he’d get the hint.

Corpse hesitated for a millisecond- long enough for your breath to catch, but short enough for nobody else to notice. “Yeah, she was with me.”

“She was with you after she vented there!” Julien cried, “I can’t believe this- she killed Ethan and vented away right as I went into the room! You all are fucking nuts if you don’t believe me.”

“I don’t even know how to vent…” You murmured innocently, but in reality you were smirking. Julien was definitely telling the truth, and you were internally beating yourself up for letting yourself be so reckless after a kill, but nobody was seemingly buying his story.

There was only you, Corpse, Julien, Dave, and PJ left. Sean was voted off after fucking up his alibi, leaving you alone with the rest of the group.

Corpse sighed. “You all heard the girl. She doesn’t even know how to vent.”

“Wh- she just fucking vented!” Julien exclaimed, “Corpse, man, she’s got you under some fucking magic spell if you can’t see all the evidence. Guys, back me up here.”

“She’s sus.” Dave admitted, “And Corpse defending her makes it even more sus.”

“The spell she tried on him obviously got the best of him. I say we vote Y/N.” PJ agreed.

“There’s no spell, guys, oh my God.” Corpse laughed, “I just don’t think it’s her. I’m skipping.”

“I can’t believe you guys don’t believe me!” You whined, deciding to go further with your emotional tactics, “I’m literally about to cry. It’s not me!”

And yet, despite your protests, Dave, PJ, and Julien all voted you out. Crewmates had won the game and you were giggling nearly like a maniac as everyone gushed about how you did as an Imposter.

A bit later, you had to say goodbye to your new friends and face the reality that their fans would definitely find who you were by tomorrow. Or like, in a few hours, because it was already 4am. Corpse was in California as well, wasn’t he? He should be getting some sleep too, you thought. But maybe sleep schedules were different for Youtubers. You didn’t know.

You pondered the thought for a moment before the notification sound for Discord alerted you of a new message on your phone.

Corpse:

Just letting you know, your voice definitely had me under a spell. I’d like to hear it more often

[gay-otlc]

Say Goodbye Like You Mean It

I barely had time to be online today but I used that time to write a Bianuca angst fic. They've taken over my brain your honor.

Content warning for homophobia and skin picking.

@xanadaus @an-ungraceful-swan @solreefs @aphelea @gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss @synonymroll648

Biana has a problem.

Her problem has curly hair dyed blue, laughter like sunlight, and lips that Biana tries very hard not to think about. Her problem also happens to be her best friend, which makes her difficult to avoid.

Biana's problem is that, against her better judgement, she has fallen in love with Maruca.

She's been a Vacker long enough to know that marrying a bad match would be unthinkable, and there was no way for a relationship with Maruca to not be a bad match. She's eavesdropped on her mom and Livvy enough times to know that it doesn't go well when a girl makes the mistake of falling in love with another girl, especially when that girl is a Vacker.

It's painfully obvious that her crush on Maruca could make things very ugly for both of them.

And Biana loves being around Maruca, she does. She could talk to her for hours and not get bored of it. But spending time with her is also terrifying, dangerous, and an incredibly stupid idea.

She tries her best to hide how she feels, but she's never hidden anything from Maruca before. She's not very good at hiding yet. Maruca can read her better than anyone, and Biana thinks that the way she smiles at her says all the feelings she's trying to hide. It doesn't help that everything about Maruca is very distracting, and it's hard to think logically when she's just there, being the most beautiful person imaginable.

The audacity.

Every day, it gets harder to pretend she's not in love with Maruca. Biana can't quite stop staring wistfully at her any time she talks, because there's nothing more captivating than the sound of her voice. And sometimes she reaches out to take Maruca's hand without even realizing. Thoughts are harder to push away, and they threaten to slip past her lips.

Stop asking me what boys I like, I've never wanted to date any boy half as much as I want to date you.

I don't want to go back to Everglen. I want to stay here with you as long as possible. Maybe forever.

Foxfire is stupid. We should follow Fitz to the human world and run away together.

I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.

She's not sure how much longer she can go without betraying her secret.

She can't be around Maruca anymore.

---

"So. I hear you're working with the Black Swan now?"

There are a million things Maruca has dreamed of saying to Biana, but all that comes out now is "Um."

"Um. Biana looks about as eloquent as she feels. "I've missed you. It's been a while."

Finally, words form in her mouth, and Maurca spits them out like fire. "And whose fault is that?"

"Mine. I know. I'm sorry."

"It's a little late for an apology. It was years ago that you decided you hated me, without so much as an explanation."

Biana peels a bit of skin off of her thumb. Maruca remembers when she used to do that, and she would take her hand to stop her from hurting herself. Part of her wishes they'd never stopped being so affectionate. They've changed too much for that now, though, so she stuffs her hands in her pockets as Biana says "I never hated you."

"You acted like you did."

"I know. I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I just..."

It doesn't seem like she knows exactly what to say, and Maruca doesn't want to hear it. "Don't bother. You made it pretty obvious why you didn't want to hang out with me anymore."

Fear flashes across her face, and it gives Maruca more satisfaction than it should. "Did I?"

"Yeah, it doesn't take a genius. I decided I didn't want to hide around my best friend. I stopped gushing about boys with you, I started mentioning how I didn't really care about crush cuffs or matchmaking, I pointed it out when I thought girls were pretty. And then you left, because you were too good for me. A Vacker has better people to be friends with than the weird lesbian."

Biana falls into stunned silence, looking as shocked and hurt as if Maruca had slapped her. She opens and closes her mouth, like she wants to say something but has no idea what. Eventually, she squeaks out "Is that why you thought we stopped talking? Because I found out you were a lesbian and I didn't like that?"

"I thought that because it's true," Maruca says, though she's less sure of that than she has been for a very long time.

"That's not- no. I didn't even know you were gay until you started dating Stina. I was too dumb to pick up on your hints."

Maruca's head scrambles to make sense of this. She was so convinced of her version of events, she doesn't even know how to fit this new information into it. "Then why?"

Biana tears off more skin, then flicks it away. "I had a crush on you."

"I-" Whatever she had been expecting, it was not that. "You what?"

"I was in love with you, okay? You were my best friend and then my feelings stopped being totally platonic, except I knew it would be really bad if anyone found out, so I..." She pauses and shakes her head. "I wanted to be around you, but I was also so scared, all the time. I didn't want anyone to know, and I knew that I liked you too much to keep it a secret forever. So if I stopped being around you, I stopped risking that I would say or do something stupid to give myself away. I hated it, but it was just- it was safer. I didn't know what else to do."

It's unclear what one is supposed to feel as a reaction to this, so Maruca makes the executive decision to process this information later. "Being honest with me might have been a good first step. I wouldn't have told anyone, you know."

"I know. And I thought about that. But if I talked to you out loud, I was worried someone might overhear, and writing it down was risky because it left a record. I knew you wouldn't out me on purpose, but I was really scared that you might let something slip accidentally. I didn't want anyone to know, Maruca. It wasn't that I didn't trust you, it was... no one could know. I couldn't stand the thought of anyone knowing my worst secret. I should have told you. It was wrong of me to not say goodbye, or anything. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," Maruca says, which she definitely never thought she would say to Biana Vacker, of all people. "You were pretty awful to me, but you were also struggling a lot. Which doesn't excuse it. But I am sorry you had to go through that."

"Thanks."

"I'm glad we talked," she tells Biana, and she's surprised to discover that she means it. If the Maruca of the past found out she got to talk to Biana like this, she would have flipped a table. And yet, now, no tables have been flipped.

Biana gives her a small smile. "Me too. I'll leave you to get back to your... additional training with Stina and Marella and Linh."

Maruca watches her walk away, and it doesn't hurt like she expected it to.

[headcanonsandmore]

Hey Dadcannons! I know Nyssa and Tegan are great and they are even better together, so I wanna know what is it about them that you love so very much? {tbh I love hearing people gush about their favourite ships}

Heya, kiddo!

Oh, that's a really good question!

Well, firstly, it's the whole thing of "best friends to lovers" (as a ace person, this single trope makes up 95% of all my favourite pairings). Tegan and Nyssa are best friends from basically their first meeting, and it's clear that they hold each other in very high esteem. Nyssa is basically the only person that Tegan isn't constantly snapping at, and Tegan is one of the only people (possibly the only person) that Nyssa feels comfortable being vulnerable with.

Tegan and Nyssa met under incredibly shocking circumstances; both of them had lost family just before they met (Nyssa's father and entire planet had been destroyed by the Master, and Tegan's aunt had been killed by the Master) and both of them ended up stranded out of their own time and place. They are then left basically alone together to help the recently-regenerated (and mostly unconscious) Fifth Doctor after Adric (the Doctor's only companion left from his prior incarnation) is kidnapped by the Master. Tegan and Nyssa have to pilot the TARDIS safely to a destination, get the Doctor to a place where he can relax and heal from his regeneration and also deal with the Master's plot to capture and kill the Doctor. They do all this together as a team, despite having only met barely a few hours before.

Judging from this scene, they also shared a bed whilst staying overnight in the healing place. (Side note: I have not edited this picture, it really is staged like a Renaissance painting inspired by the works of Sappho. 🤣😂)

Where was I? Oh, yes; Tegan and Nyssa also have complimenting personalities. Tegan is brass, sharp-talking and very opinionated; she's got a lot of emotions that she shows easily. While Nyssa, on the other hand, comes from a planet of peace-loving scientists who keep their emotions largely subdued (I'd also mention that she's technically a princess too, except monarchy ick). Despite this, Tegan and Nyssa never end up arguing. Instead, they work off each other and value the others perspective on things. Tegan admires Nyssa's quiet fortitude while Nyssa admires Tegan's confidence in declaring her emotions. Nyssa's a scientist and works mostly on logic, whereas Tegan is a flight attendant and very practical. Opposites attract; need I say more?

Tegan and Nyssa end up sharing a room in the TARDIS, and literally every scene in which it's shown looks like it's from a roommates-to-lovers fic.

Again, I swear I have not edited this picture. This really is framed like they're a recently married couple co-habitating together. 🤣😂

Now, obviously, their time together was short-lived (they are Doctor Who companions, after all). They were together on the show for just under two seasons of television. Nyssa decided to stay on at a space station they visited to create a vaccine for a deadly disease. And the ending of the episode... *cries*

Again, it really is staged to look like a couple parting ways. Doesn't stop me crying, though. 😭😭

For the next story, Tegan spends most of it looking incredibly miserable and flat-out ignoring the romantic intentions of a weird immortal being they've stumbled across. Whilst Tegan is wearing something that vaguely looks like a wedding dress (which... oh, you poor pining sapphic, Tegan). She does cheer up slightly in the next season, but her mood is considerably dampened from that point onwards until she leaves the TARDIS.

However, RTD later confirmed in "Farewell, Sarah-Jane" that Nyssa and Tegan were a couple living together in Australia, as they both attended Sarah-Jane's funeral. So, presumably, Nyssa found a way to Earth in the present day, found Tegan and they settled down together. Which is a pretty sweet ending for them, not gonna lie.

Chibnall may have not mentioned this in the centenary special, but the Tegan/Nyssa community here on Tumblr mainly views that as Nyssa not wanting to get involved with UNIT after finally getting a peaceful life with Tegan on Earth. That would also explain why Tegan mentioned a step-son, as Nyssa had a daughter and son.

Some of the Big Finish Audios also have a habit of unintentionally writing them as with crushes on each other. Sometimes, you get the sense that the writers are fully aware of how couple-y Tegan and Nyssa seem together and decide to play into it. Cue Nyssa getting shocked and almost jealous when they bump into one of Tegan's ex-boyfriends (yeah, I was shocked too) and Tegan constantly talking about how lovely and wonderful Nyssa is with virtually no prompting from other characters. 😂🤣

I know that, at the time, it was written as them being close platonic friends, but -in all honesty- I had to check online as to whether they were a couple after I watched their first episode together, because (to a modern eye) they do not read as two heterosexual women at all. I personally see Tegan as a lesbian and Nyssa as a asexual bi-romantic with a strong preference for women.

Basically, these two are awesome characters in their own right, as well as being a really cute couple. Hope you enjoyed my gushing about these two! 😊😊

[clubatsumu]

dude ailments of the soul is so freaking good what the heck?? like that stuff is better than majority of published romance work. i'm so obsessed with your writing style! you're amazingly talented!! you're stunningly breathtakingly skilled at writing!!! please. can i ask for any recommendations from you that's similar to your writing, whether it be published work or fanfiction? i'm thoroughly obsessed. thanks for working hard to bless us with your writing, take care!

hiii thank u for all the compliments i feel thoroughly overwhelmed (blushing and kicking my feet under the blanket as we speak). hope u take care as well!

ok for fics — i cant recommend anyone who writes the exact same way, but i promise you theyre all 100% better. my favorites off the top of my head:

a cartography of love by themorninglark is a character study on oikawa that deals with his struggle of coming to terms with his identity, how much he can love one place and still be part of another, leaving and starting something new right after high school… if i could snort this, i would, no hesitation. a masterclass on prose. a masterclass on loving a character to the point of understanding him completely. it highlights argentina and japan and loneliness and being a part of something bigger than yourself. it gave oikawa so much justice and so much gravity, his decisions much more weight, and i honestly believe themorninglark should be knighted for the kindness they’ve shown oikawa. i was screaming to my friends for hours after i read it. i felt like a cow being air shuttled to new zealand.

He’s further south of Tokyo now than he’s ever been before. He has never felt smaller. The world has never felt more incredible. <;- one of the best lines i’ve read anywhere, but it’s not even making the best line list i’ve made for this fic. (i won’t tell you my favorite because i keep that shit to myself to cry about at night :)

meg (whose account name is @star-puff, where she’s archived all her works) is a writer you can trust (let me explain later). my favorite work of hers is a tendou fic, after the world has fallen (where do we lie), with an oikawa counterpart set in the same universe, before the world fell (you were there) that follows a this post apocalyptic world that’s reduced to gang alliances. it’s completely out of the box and you’ll pull your hair out the whole time. there is no instant gratification with this girl. she’ll drag you through mud, pain, anguish etc but you know what? she’s so incredibly talented that it’s worth it. (explaining it now) her fics are what quintessentially a fic should be like for me, if that makes sense… there’s so much color in them, the descriptors are so vivid and it’s so evident that she creates every single piece of hers with so much care. i can’t explain it in any way other than that. after the world has fallen literally starts with, You meet on a day where the sky burns yellow.

i feel like i win when i lose by flooruh partly because its title is an abba lyric but mainly because i feel like everybody should read this. to write the first interaction between oikawa and atsumu and for it to be this funny and witty and accurate????? my canon. it didn’t happen any other way. a ball of sunshine of a fic. everyone should read this. the type of fic you have to read alone because your face will be making so many expressions. (i was squealing like a dipshit)

book recs meanwhile… i have to make a disclaimer: my writing is probably similar to theirs instead of the other way around… because i cannot even begin to copy a quarter of how wonderful these books are.

i’m keeping it short and not gushing but please know i could talk for hours on end about all the books here.

a tale for the time being by ruth ozeki — a super sad, super hopeful story wrapped in this whimsical kind of storytelling as the author (ruth) reads 15 year-old nao’s diary that washed up on shore

strange weather in tokyo by hiromi kawakami — just. a string of conversations. i love it so much. half inspired the whole ailments chapter. i just. like reading about people talking to each other.

venetia by georgette heyer is romance romance. kind of jane austen, but romancier, less on the satire side of things and more on the men on top their horses and hosting their orgys in their estate etc side of things. i like reading the way they talk and exclaim for some reason. books that use exclamation >>>>

snow country by yasunari kawabata. i was reading this during writing ailments of the soul actually! it’s about a love affair between a businessman and a geisha that’s set in the snow country, and we see it start and slowly fall apart. it’s just amazing to me how someone can tell something and nothing all at once, and how kawabata trusted his readers so much he let himself write that way.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Interviews - Henry Cavill x wife/actress reader

Summary: You and Henry have been married for a couple years now, and when you’re both part of the Witcher cast, fun interviews are to be had.

Warning: nothing but a good time, btw I’ve never written anything like this so I hope it’s good enough that I might feel motivated to write more

-Readers Witcher character is loosely based off my Geralt fic from here (just a little self promotion), but in this case you play a full vampire in this Witcher universe

The days have been long and grueling, filming hours upon hours of stunts and regular acting had taken its toll. Not to mention the countless times in hair and make up paired with costume changes and traveling to film on certain locations.

To say being apart of Netflix’s The Witcher was full of tiring days and some accidental bruises would be a huge understatement. But none of that mattered, nor did you bother to complain when through the thick and thin of it all did you have Henry with you along the way. And your favorite big slobbery bear, Kal whenever he was allowed on set.

Fortunately for you in the beginning of all the craziness, the casting and writers had wanted you specifically for the part of Y/C/N in the new series before Henry even auditioned for the role of Geralt, that was soon given to him after you accepted your fresh role of vampiric heroine.

It was ironically strange in a good way, you had watched your dork of a husband play the Witcher: Wild Hunt a few times before, eventually learning of what Geralt of Rivia was, who Y/C/N was in the story, who Yennefer and Ciri were, Tris and even Jaskier.

Who would have thought that you’d finally get to snag a role side by side with Henry in quite literally one of the most fantastic shows you’ve ever heard of. You didn’t even need to see the show yet to know how well it was most likely to be reviewed. Being a key character in the grand storyline was enough to convince you of how amazing it would most certainly turn out in the finished product.

And after all was said and done, you couldn’t believe how well loved and popular the show truly became in the following months after shooting and its eventual release onto Netflix. The after parties and cast celebrations truly made you blessedly grateful for pulling through to the vary end.

Then again you had your mans Henry by your side every step of the way. He was your rock and you were most definitely his. You know life on set would have been far less entertaining and dreadfully long if not for the lovely company of your dear Witcher, Henry. And so far after the fact, you and a good portion of the cast have been placed in random interviews for the majority of the day.

Reason being, The Witcher has at long last finally premiered and as per usual the people and media live for those cast interviews that always reveal some interesting events. So far this morning you’ve done some interviews with Anya that have gone perfectly fine since the two of you seem to click so well.

Also it helps ease the anxiety of your fellow newer cast mates to the world of continuous interviews with an experienced veteran actor like yourself, who’s gone round the ring more times then you can count. Though you can’t help but wonder how Henry’s doing, considering you’ve been separated since the sessions began at 10am, you’ve had lunch and now it’s about 1 in the afternoon with more hours to go.

Luckily for you, you’ve just been informed of another interview with the man of the hour himself. Saying your goodbyes and well wishes to your fellow cast mates, you stand and follow the guide into the advised place. Aka some really nice hotel room that’s been done up real nice for efficient interviewing, complete with the Witcher insignia on a large background poster and three chairs that happen to look rather comfy.

The camera and sound people nod in acknowledgment as you walk in, you nod back no doubt making their day with your friendliness and adorable smile that quite literally lights up a room. Soon you spot the bubbly yet nervous interviewee who instantly welcomes you into her space like you’re an old friend.

You sit, a bit confused as to where your partner happens to be at the moment, the interviewer, Lauren makes small talk before a door opens and her big bright doe eyes go wide in nervous excitement. A telling smile upon her face as she shifts in her chair before looking back to you again with a happy grin.

Henry says a quick hello to the behind the scenes crew before waving to Lauren, you smirk while watching him get comfortable next to you, “Well, well, well. Get lost on your way up, you know they have guides for a reason.” You tease as he chuckles at your humorous jab, relieved to see you again after a couple hours apart.

“Traffic.” He quips with a shrug.

“Uh huh.” You mutter with a shake of your head before drawing your attention back to Laura, “Can’t take him anywhere I swear, he does this all the time.”

She laughs as Henry pretends to gasp at your teasing, you chuckle along with them before she finally collects herself, “Well, welcome back to London. It’s fantastic to have you both in town once again, and your big beautiful faces all over Leicester Square.”

You both laugh, “Right.” Says Henry, “I guess we do look pretty cool.”

“Hell yeah, I mean where else can I see myself with a giant sword on a building? And anyways look at this beautiful mug,” You say gently squeezing Henry’s cheeks in your hand, “he’s literally killing it out there.” They laugh as you give Hen another playful squeeze before letting go and setting your arm against the chairs cushioned armrest. 

“Alight let’s start.” She says enthusiastically before glancing down at her cards then back up to you and Henry. Then into one of the two the cameras, “Hi I’m Lauren from Entertainment Weekly and today we’re here with the two stars of Netflix’s The Witcher.” She says enthusiastically while giving a nod to you two, indicating that the camera is now focused on you both, “Henry Cavill and Y/N Cavill.”

You both smile in acknowledgment as Henry gives a slight nod, “How you doing?”

“I’m great,” She beams, “So, I’ll get right into it, what do you like most about the story? What really drew you into the script that made you say, yes this is going to be awesome?”

Slapping a hand against Henry’s muscular leg, you hum, “I’ll let Hen take this one he’s a real expert on the linguistics of the whole show.”

“Thanks Y/N/N.” Replies Henry, bemused that you’re making him take the first question.

You nod to him knowingly with a smirk, “Of course.” Knowing how much he loves to talk about the show and also because you’d rather have him use his energy to talk about it then do that yourself. Priorities, right, though in your defense it’s been a long day.

“Well I absolutely love the games and the books themselves are phenomenal works of literature.” He explains, his face glowing with that usual glimmer of excitement in his eyes, “The story and the world of the Witcher is just so rich and full of potential that when I signed on for the show, I immediately knew it would be amazing, no doubt.”

You lean into the arm of you chair, “And of course I was there so that’s always a bonus.”

“That too.” He smiles adorably, “That too of course.”

Lauren smiles, “Great. So, what was it like working together, how was it having your characters interact with one another?”

You smile, setting a hand against Henry’s forearm, “This guy right here.” You deadpan before waving him off dramatically, “So annoying, my god he whined all the time and he was such a drama queen dear lord so ugh....” You start cackling before you can even finish the sentence causing Henry to loose it as well and with that the interviewer.

Shaking your head you rest your hand against his shoulder, “I joke, he was a gem to work with as usual...I mean I feel incredibly blessed to be able to act alongside my husband for months and months every single day. It’s a rarity in this line of work and I’m grateful to have shared this experience...and I guess more so this whole adventure with him as well.”

The interviewer aww’s as Henry tilts his head to lean into your hand that’s still resting atop his shoulder before pulling away just as quickly, the intimate sentiment not going unnoticed by you or Lauren who looks to be enjoying your loving yet calm energy with one another. “That’s so sweet, what about you Henry?”

“Oh yes absolutely,” Agrees Henry to your recent statement, “not only did I have her by my side through it all but the dynamic of our characters interacting together was so fun to shoot. I think the audience will really be able to see their relationship grow on screen into something strong and beautiful like in the books.”

Slow clapping you give him a curt nod of approval, “Well said.”

Lauren smirks, “Seems like it. Well, I was able to catch the premier yesterday and I gotta say...it was fantastic! I couldn’t believe how diffident the two of you looked from how you are now.” She gushes enthusiastically.

The corners of Henry’s lips curl into a proud smile for the fellow crew of the Witcher’s, “Oh that’s great then, honestly we gotta give all the props to the costume and makeup team, they’re so talented and know how to make us look like real badasses.” He adds.

You nod in agreement before grinning at a positive memory of your first interaction with Henry as Geralt, “Oh for sure, I remember during the early stages of production when our characters met each other for the first time, before this we came to set together but went separate ways to shoot our own stuff in the meantime so I never got a real look at him.” You recall with a bright smile as Henry watches your every move, beaming just the same.

“It was so funny, I was in the tent with Freya Allen, the wonderful girl who plays Ciri, and then suddenly her eyes got all big and nervous and I was like, that’s not me right? Something weird didn’t just happen with my costume? And then I turned around to find this man, wig on, face a mess, and his eyes looked so fearsome and different...it was a bit startling.” You say with a chuckle, “I clearly wasn’t expecting to see Geralt right then and there. He just looked so unlike Henry.”

“Yeah, I was almost hurt.” Laughs Henry, “She had to like squint and make sure it was me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shrug, “He had some real creepy looking colored contacts, yunno?”

Henry fake scoffs, “You’re one to talk, I mean when I first say her, Y/N’s eyes were red and she had fake blood spattered all over her face and shirt. Oh, and not to mention those fangs they put on your teeth...we probably traumatized poor Freya that day.”

“Oh shit you’re right!” You exclaim with a snort of concealed laughter, “God I completely forgot about how I looked...now since I think about it, I did that a lot too. I would just walk up to people and be completely oblivious as to what kind of nightmare I looked like, honestly I might have scared one of our producers a couple of times.” You add with a half nervous laugh, it’s true, you did scare some of the crew unintentionally. Most of the time.

Lauren lightly chuckles, “That sounds like you were quite the sight to see then.” She says before glancing back down at her notes, “Alright I have’ta ask, is there anything that you two took home with you from set?”

“Besides Henry every night,” He holds back a laugh while covering his mouth as you nonchalantly continue, “Uh, yes actually I got to take home Y/C/N’s wolf ring that I loved so much and just thought was the coolist thing ever and....uh, I might have stolen some socks too.”

“So that’s why after filming the amount of socks of yours I had to fold increased?” Wonders Henry with a surprised snort of realization.

Turning your head to give him a “no shit” kinda look, you look back at Lauren, pointing your thumb at Henry, “Master sleuth right here, but hey, he folds my laundry.”

“Aw that’s great.” Adds Lauren with a smile before turning her attention to Henry, “What about you Henry? Take anything from set?”

“More then Y/N did actually...”

“He just about took the whole makeup trailer most nights, I swear.”

Henry chuckles, “That. Is true.” He agrees with a nod, “Interesting enough, at home I’ve got Geralt’s armor hung up in our living room and a multitude of other nicknacks that I’ve collected during filming.” He adds, glancing over to you, “So uh, yeah, we were fairly lucky to be able to snag what we could.”

Lauren smiles, absentmindedly shuffling her cards, “That’s awesome to have such special memorabilia, you guys really are fortunate.” She adds before reading off from another card, “Alright you two, care to play a game called guess the image? Witcher style.”

Your face perks up at this, you’re a sucker for interview games and Henry knows it, “Are you reading my mind or something, I have been waiting all day for someone to ask about playing a game.” You gush rather enthusiastically. 

He smiles at your adorableness and how excited you’ve just become, Lauren grins, happy that her suggestion has been so well received, “Okay so how it works is, I’ll show you an image on my iPad and then you have to guess who or what I’m showing you.”

“Oh, cool I’ve heard of this,” You reply, turning to Henry with a smirk, “Loser has to clean Kal’s yard poop for a week.”

Rolling his gorgeous blue eyes he chuckles, “You’re on.”

“Alright, the stakes are high, you two ready?” Beams Lauren, holding her iPad to her chest as she awaits an answer.

“Yes, I’m ready to kick his ass.” You quip, leaning an arm against your chair while Henry does about the same, though he does his best to contain his laughter.

“Okay, first image.” She holds up the device to show some sort of weird golden thing, it’s shiny and hard, worst part is that you’re not entirely sure what the hell it could be.

Sensing your confusion Henry nudges your shoulder, though you ignore it before he smartly answers, “Oh, is that...Renfri’s brooch?” Little shit knows exactly what that is, of course he does.

Lauren claps, “Correct.” Zooming out of the image to show the full picture of the golden brooch, “Right on, that’s one point for Mr. Cavill.”

You scoff playfully, “Beginners luck.” While Henry side eyes you with a humorous grin upon his plush lips, he nudges your arm, “I’m going to really enjoy not cleaning up Kal’s grass turds for awhile.” He mutters lightheartedly, though you know deep down he’s being serious, no way is he going to win this, you think. You won’t have it, hopefully the next few pictures aren’t as difficult, Kal duty is not fun by any means.

“Shut up.” You grumble with a dismissive wave of your hand, though just teasing of course.

“Okay next image.” This time the blurred photo looks much more familiar, soon it clicks as to what the obscured blurriness actually is, yes!

“Got it! Anya’s er I guess Yennefer’s dress from the fight at Sodden.” Lauren giggles, zooming the image out to reveal Yennefer in her tasseled blue and purple dress from the battle at Sodden Hill. “I’m amazing I know.” You boast at Henry with a casual little bow in your seat.

“It’s the second question.” He deadpans, eyes crinkling in amusement as you shake your head at him.

“Pffff get outta here.” You mutter back, gently pushing his arm off of your chairs armrest and setting yours in its place while he gives you a fake shocked expression.

In turn you can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips, so instead of saying some sassy remark that would no doubt get a reaction out of him, you turn your attention back over to Lauren who’s looking over her notes again.

“Fantastic,” She says, glancing back up at you and Henry, “you’re both tied with one point each. Alright, anyone know what this is?” She asks showing something red and fuzzy, a bit of dirty skin showing from one corner but with The Witcher this bloody image could literally be anything.

The both of you squint, puzzled as to what this could be, “Y/N you got any ideas.” Wonders Henry, brows furrowed as his face contorts into deep concentrated thought.

Raising a brow, you hum, “If I knew I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Fair point.” He chuckles.

Lauren smiles, “Any guesses?”

 After a few concentrated moments, Henry shrugs in defeat,  “I’m stumped.” He admits as you study the image harder, mind racing to put the pieces together as to what the hell you’re looking at.

“No, I think I might know this....erm is it...me?” You wonder, voice raising in question, hoping to be correct about this or face the teasing of Henry.

Lauren quickly zooms out of the obscured image, “It is!” She says excitedly, revealing the picture of you from your characters debut in episode 2 where you save a girl from a werewolf, your mouth is covered in blood and so is most of your costumes chest area and left arm from the struggle. Not to mention the make-up teams fun 20 minutes of throwing fake sticky blood all over you to get the right look for the taxing scene.

You grimace a bit, “Oh god that was quite the day on set,” You recall with a half smile, “I was doing stunts all day covered in that red syrupy dye, I think it took a week to get out of my skin.”

Henry suddenly snorts with laughter, “Right! That reminds me, I thought Kal had gotten cut or something, it was just Y/N who had hugged him not realizing she still had some fake blood on her arm.”

“Jeez that’s right, I felt so bad, but I couldn’t stop laughing once we realized it was just me.”

Lauren grins, excited to hear some hidden information about little things that happens behind the scenes, “Oh wow that must have been a sight, alright Henry, Y/N’s taken the lead with a two to one score.” She says as you playfully nudge his strong shoulder. “Second to last image, what is this?”

Without missing a single beat Henry replies, “Jaskier.”

Squinting at the image you lean closer to the iPad, “How the hell do you see Jaskier?”

Smiling the interviewer zooms out to reveal the bards full outfit from the banquet scene, though he’s in the background of a fight between Geralt and some Cintran knights. “Right on!” She exclaims as you lean back into your seat dumbfounded, shoulder flush against Henry’s as he clutches your arm and squeezes it affectionately.

Ignoring his silent show of victory you shrug, “And they say he’s just another pretty face,” Earning a laugh from Lauren and some of the crew as you smirk at the camera, face them shifting to apologetic, “also I’m so sorry Joey you beautiful bastard apparently I’m blind. Uh, we don’t have to dwell on it, Lauren whatcha got?”

“You guys are both tied with two points each, last chance to win.” She replies before glancing down at her iPad, “Alright, what is this?” She asks, her iPad showing that of fuzzy bright colors, with a small corner smear of dull white that clearly wouldn’t make much sense to the untrained eye.

Smirking you glance at a puzzled Henry before sitting up in your seat, feeling rather good about yourself, “Would that happen to be, Hen in Stregobor’s illusion?” You answer with, though sounding a bit as a question considering you aren’t entirely confident as to what image this is.

Lauren’s brows raise in surprise, “Henry, looks like we have a winner. Y/N you are correct.” She beams, enlarging the image to reveal Geralt’s side profile as he talks to the old wizard while the background stays colorful and shrouded in various arrays of sunlight..

Shaking your fist victoriously in the air you give a couple enthusiastic whoop whoops while Henry simply takes it like a champ, “Have fun cleaning up Karl’s monster turds, cause this lucky lady doesn’t have to.” You boast as Henry and the crew laugh.

“Well that was something,” Beams Lauren, “I’m so glad to have chatted for a bit about your guys’ amazing new series, and maybe ended a relationship in the process.” She says jokingly as both you and Henry chuckle.

Patting his thigh affectionately, you smirk, “He’s a tough old bear, but yeah, it was awesome having you talk to us.”

“Yes, take care now.” Adds Henry while the interviewer Lauren stands, saying her goodbyes as she goes to exit the room.

The camera crew take a small break to adjust things and whatnot as you and Henry wait patiently for the next interviewer. He turns, an adorable smile pulling at his lips while you pretend to ignore his fiery gaze. “Well that went pretty well, minus the fact that I’m on Kal poop duty for a week...but uh...” He leans in close to you now, “I missed you all morning.”

Breaking out into a smile you raise a brow, “Boring without me huh?”

“Always.”

You casually shrug, “I figured as much. Don’t worry, we have a hotel all to ourselves tonight.” Your brows wiggle suggestively causing your blue eyed lover to shake his head with amusement.

“Say it louder next time.” He jokes.

Side eyeing the oblivious crew you begin to speak a couple octaves louder, “Henry I can’t wait to fu..” Suddenly his hand presses against your mouth before you’re able to call any attention to yourself. He gives you a warning look before slowly pulling his hand from your mouth.

You grin mischievously, “I wasn’t gonna say that...”

“Sure Y/N,” He mutters in your ear as a new interviewer walks into the room and finds their chair, “and I’m wasn’t going to make you scream tonight.”

Your brows raise in surprise and admittedly slight arousal at his choice of wording in this room of all places. Eyeing him up, face still showing surprise, you finally break out into a satisfied smirk. “You know what? I think you should consider changing your offer.”

He thinks deeply for a moment, though you know he’s only pretending to get you riled up, “Hrmm...maybe, possibly, should I? Should we? You are my co-star after all, that wouldn’t be very professional now would it Y/N?” He states with a shit eating grin, all done while the crew and interviewer get ready, minding their business and completely unaware to yourself and Henry’s teasing.

Scoffing playfully you lightly swat his arm, “We are way past being professional.”

He chuckles, looking from you to the rest of the room, “Oh, they have no idea.”

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Happy happy birthday @dragontamerdame!! No better way to celebrate one of my favorite Drarry artists than gushing about her incredible work and selecting a few pieces that speak for themselves about Ash’s skills, sensitivity and versatility as an artist. Every new masterpiece she publishes blows my mind and becomes my new favorite thing, I’ll spend hours checking every tiny detail and appreciating the amount of story, emotion and character Ash manages to incorporate in each piece.

Here are some of my personal favorites in no particular order, but before that let me scream again about the perfect art she made for @the-starryknight’s scorching Sleight of Hand. I still don’t know how Ash managed to get exactly what I had in my mind when I read the scene, and her luscious art translated the fic’s sexy and tense atmosphere on another level, oof 🔥

Make sure to check and reblog these lovely works to celebrate this talented, kind and supportive friend we’re lucky to have in our fandom!

Drarry faves ❤️

1. Can we start obsessing over her latest break up make up piece?? God, the amount of feels this gave me. I cannot believe how Ash came up with such perfect, detailed facial expressions (!!!), they reflect tenderness, regret, surprise and hope, all at once. A heartbreaking yet hopeful piece, and also a sweet love letter to the ship and to this trope which happens to be one of my personal favorites!

2. Eccentric town fortune teller ftw please and thank! I keep coming back to this art because it’s so damn refreshing - not only made in this gorgeous color palette which was a personal treat - but this is a classic example of how bold, creative and powerful Ash is as a storyteller. I love how she imagined and executed this concept and I’m dying to know the story behind it. Harry’s confident smile and outfit blows my mind and I feel as smitten as blushing Draco watching him use those long, smart hands 😌

3. Now reccing for the 47827258 time my comfort comics, the soft and heartwarming Erised piece following Harry and Draco’s post-war journey where they bond over little Teddy, plus my beloved yoga instructor!Draco (with the cutest chibis by @cibeewastaken as a treat!) that made me smile stupid for the rest of the week. I keep coming back to these little stories that represent so well some of my favorite tropes in fic with the mature, gentle and easy falling in love we all cheer for and appreciate. Ash explores both nsfw and soft atmospheres so well in her art, it makes me wanna join that little world and learn more about those characters, their individual journeys and their life together. What a treat!

Rare pairs 💜

Whenever I see a rare pairs fest going on I get super excited at the idea of Ash joining in with her fabulous take on triads and poly ships! This particular art hits me right in the feels, it’s so so soft and domestic it makes me wanna read that story right away. Give me Ron living his best life with those two kind, gorgeous and smart women anytime - and have you noticed the amount of details in their bedroom?? This is probably one of my favorite backgrounds ever, and it shows how much attention and care Ash puts into each work. A comforting piece for a comforting ship! By the way @caroll-in just posted a lovely Ron/Hermione/Luna art to celebrate Ash’s bday and it’s glorious, go check it out!

NSFW 🍑

1. exCUSE ME, I still remember feeling “dead and buried” and losing my fucking mind over this piece when I first saw it. I spent five minutes gaping like a fish, then proceeded to reblog with some incoherent tagging (“LEGS!!!! CURLS!!!”). As a long-haired Drarry enthusiastic this is hands down one of my all-time favorite nsfw artworks, lush and sexy without losing that domestic tenderness, be still my heart. If you haven’t checked the brilliant and scorching in knots by @bonesliketambourines you’re definitely missing out, go read it now and indulge yourself!!!!

2. I cannot even do words to express how much I adore and lust over this power bottom Harry. The BDE he gives off is beyond the charts and I’m forever arrested by that stare of pure and arrogant confidence and purpose. It’s like Harry’s seeing right through me, daring us all to look away, and I love how Ash incorporated the smoking trope to establish his defiance and give the piece a sexy & mysterious tone. To think an explicit artwork could make me focus solely on those (very green!) eyes... absolutely mindblowing! 🔥

3. Finally a magnificent character study: Draco in lingerie! I’m unashamedly obsessed with how good and real he looks in this, he displays such power sitting like a boss, those luscious thighs all spread, the body hair and belly button and shiny jewelry and have I said the way the soft and detailed red lace hugs his curvy body is sending me?? I freaking love his badass attitude and how comfortable he looks in his own skin. Can you picture Harry’s nosebleed from across the room because I totally can 😏👌🏼

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Only For You

A/N: My first full Ron fic and my 93rd fic for Harry Potter! I’ve written a drabble before this but I really wanted to write something for Ron! So here it is! It is a load of fluff and cuteness and I hope you all like it!

Summary: introductions and discussions.

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: some swearing but it’s so fluffy!!

Word count: 1.8k

“Love, I’ve met your family before.”

“You have, but you mean something more to me now.”

“Ronald, you are a sap.”

“Only for you.”

“Come on,” You chuckle, elbowing his side gently, “Let’s go meet your family.”

“Let’s go meet my family,” He sighs, ready as he’ll ever be.

Ron takes your hand in his, tangling your fingers together. A shock runs through you; thrilling you. You look down at your joined hands in awe; it feels silly, but you never thought your feelings for the red-haired man would ever be reciprocated.

For months, you pined from a distance – memorising the way he brushed his hair out of his eyes when he was reading a case file intently; heart racing whenever he gave you that lopsided smile or how it thudded wildly against your ribs when he gathered you into his arms after making a particularly strong break in a case that was threatening to go cold.

All the while he was affecting you this way; you had no idea that he was harbouring the same feelings.

The friendship that had formed in your time at the Auror office had turned into something more. You started going out for drinks more after work; destressing was your excuse but really, you wanted to spend as much time as you could with the Weasley before he departed for home.

It changed one night when instead of apparating home to the Burrow, he asked if it was okay if he stay on your couch.

The air between you changed after his question; becoming charged with the feelings you so helplessly felt for the man in front of you.

Ron never slept on the couch that night. He had kissed you outside the door of your flat and from the moment you unlocked the door, clothes were being pulled off and thrown over furniture. Ron ends the night sleeping in your bed with your head on his chest.

Six months later, Ron wants to introduce you to his family as his partner.

The Burrow has always had a warm and welcoming atmosphere. The moment Molly Weasley chose the Burrow to be her family home, her only aim was to make her home a place where anyone could feel welcome and safe.

Seven children later; this was still her main aim.

Molly beams as her youngest son walks through the door. She didn’t say it often enough, but she was so incredibly proud of him and what he has achieved at such a young age. She never expected any of her children to experience the terror and anxiety that she had experienced with the first wizarding war, but all of her children had played a part in the second war. Ron even destroying Horcruxes himself.

It made her overly emotional to think about it.

“Darling,” She gushes, embracing her youngest son, “How are you?”

Love for his mother shines in his eyes as he replies, “I’m good, mum. I’m really good.”

Molly turns his face side to side, “I think you are.”

Molly smiles at Ron one more time before bundling you into a hug. Your arms wrap around her and she squeezes you tightly. “Thank you for coming,” she whispers.

“Thank you for having me,” You reply in earnest.

Molly steps away; adjusting her pinny so it sits straight once more. She fans out her hair, “Go on – everyone is in the living room though I’m sure you’ve guessed that from the volume.”

Ron laughs as he grabs your hand leading you to the living room where the rest of his family are sat talking.

Ginny rushes to meet you when you enter; kissing your cheek, “It’s been so long since we’ve seen you!”

You nod, casting a side glance at Ron, “I know, but I plan on being around more.”

Ginny grins, glancing between the two of you, “Did he get his act together then?”

You laugh, nodding. Ginny joins you, “I’m glad he did,” She hugs you again before wandering off to find Harry.

A familiar voice whispers in your ear, “What did my sister want?”

You smirk, turning to face Ron, “She’s happy you got your act together.”

“Of course she is,” he says with an eyeroll.

“What are you two whispering about?” Fred shouts from his place on the arm of the couch.

You open your mouth to answer but Ginny beats the both of you too it, “Ron finally got his shit together; they’re here to say they’re in a relationship.”

The twins holler at Ron, smirking through their words. Ron flushes a deep red; you grab his hand, squeezing tightly.

“He got his shit together six months ago if we’re going to be accurate about it,” You state; fingers now entwined with Ron’s.

“Six months? And you didn’t tell us?” George shouts dramatically; a hand on his heart.

You snort, “We were enjoying the time to ourselves, George.”

“I bet you were,” Fred joins with a laugh.

If possible, Ron becomes even redder.

“Heard from Charlie lately?” Ron asks to divert the attention from you.

Bill rolls his eyes at the poor attempt but answers, “He’s still in Romania if that’s what you’re asking, but they’re expanding the enclosure to fit more dragons. Charlie’s thrilled about it.”

Ron chuckles, thinking of his second eldest brother, “That sounds like Charlie.”

Bill nods, “He’d have been here if he could. He’s excited to meet you, (Y/N).”

“I’m looking forward to meeting him too.”

Ron is pulled away by the twins to discuss the legality of a prank they’re thinking of enacting on a neighbouring shop. Ron’s face pales as he listens to their plan and you wonder what the scale of the prank could be. You shake your head; leaving it to Ron to best corral his brother’s adventures and schemes.

You sit down in the only spare seat, next to Bill. He smiles at you politely. “How are you finding married life?” You ask with a smile.

Bill grins, sighing like a loved-up schoolboy, “It’s great. Fleur is incredible.”

“You both looked wonderful at the wedding,” You compliment.

Bill ducks his head, “Thank you.”

You both fall quiet then; eyes darting around the room, taking in the entire Weasley family. Ginny remains sat with Harry; heads close together as they speak about something only those two are aware of. Percy and Arthur continue their debate about a new decree being brought in by the Ministry; it makes you smile as you realise how similar yet how different father and son are.

Bill leans in close, “Ron won’t take his eyes off you.”

You sit up straighter; eyes finding Ron’s from across the room to find that Bill was right. Ron was staring straight at you with an awed look on his face. He knew how well you got on with his family; had met them when you became friends through the Auror Office but now seeing you interact with his siblings as his partner, it made it all the more extraordinary.

You smile shyly at the red-haired man who had stolen your heart within the few first weeks of meeting. Your heart stutters as Ron sends a wink your way and you have to resist the urge to giggle.

Bill snorts under his breath, “School children, I tell you.”

You glare playfully at the eldest Weasley sibling, “I’m sorry who was it that was just gushing about his wife.”

Bill opens his mouth to retort but wisely closes it again. “I thought so,” You quip with a smirk.

Ron makes his way back to you; perching on the couch arm, “Bill not annoying you, is he?”

You chuckle, “Never.”

Ron goes to reply but is interrupted by Molly entering the living room announcing that food is on the table should anyone want any. You rise from the couch, pecking Ron’s lips before leaving for food.

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You apparate back to your flat late in the evening; your hand still tangled with Ron’s. He lets you go when you land back into your living room. His hands come up to frame your face, kissing you soundly for what feels like hours but is only minutes. You smile into the kiss; happy for it to be just the two of you again. You loved his family – adored them even, but you liked to end the night with Ron alone.

Ron parts with another quick kiss to your lips that has you chasing him for another. No-one affected you quite like he did, and he revelled in that fact.

Ron discards his jacket, toes off his shoes, and walks the few steps to your bedroom and throws himself on the bed with a sigh.

You laugh as you lay down next to him, commenting, “I don’t think that went badly.”

Ron shakes his head, “I don’t think it did either.”

“So what’s with the sigh, Weasley?”

“I think mum is going to be buying more bridal magazines.”

“What?” You ask, mouth dry.

Ron sits up, “Not like that! We aren’t ready for that yet! Mum thinks she can see into the future, and she really did adore you tonight. It wouldn’t surprise me if she was already searching for the gazebo to put in the back garden.”

“Yet?”

“What?”

“You said, ‘we aren’t ready for that yet’. Are you going to make me honest, Weasley?” You ask, a teasing note to your voice.

“It’s only been six months,” He laughs awkwardly.

“Don’t worry, Ronald. I’m not asking for a ring; I’m just taking the mick.”

Ron relaxes slightly, “I just didn’t want you to think I was planning for something when we’ve only been together six months. We don’t even live together.”

You bend down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “Calm yourself. I don’t expect anything right now.”

“But you do eventually?”

You shrug, “I’m not sure. I’m just happy to be with you right now.”

He tucks his hands behind his head, “I’m happy to be with you too.”

“My parents were together for shorter than that before they got engaged,” You comment in a matter of fact tone.

Ron raises an eyebrow, “I never knew that.”

You shrug, “It’s why I’m a hopeless romantic, I think, Ronald. I’ve seen their love grow and wouldn’t mind some of my own.”

Ron lays down on his stomach, resting his head on his arms, “You wouldn’t?”

You shake your head, “I saw your mum and dad interacting tonight too, Ron. If we’re as happy as them and my parents in the years to come then I think we’ve done something right.”

“In the years to come, aye?”

You roll onto your side, “What? You can talk about our future, but I can’t?”

Ron shifts so he faces you, “No, talk about it all you want but don’t be put off by my smile.”

You groan, “You’re an absolute sap, Ronald Weasley.”

Ron’s arm circles around your waist, pulling you closer to him, “Only for you.”

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Dancing with Strangers

This is by far the longest chapter, hopefully I’ve tied all the loose ends and come to a decent conclusion. Stay tuned fro more fics.

Part 1 - https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/648370506842701824/a-rose-by-any-other-name

Part 5 -https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/654891313044635648/dancing-with-strangers-there-will-be-one-more-part

Part 6- The end, enjoy!

It had been eight months since your first meeting with Gojo Satoru and Kakashi Hatake. This had been the longest relationship either men had ever had, both as a three or on their own. It was also painfully clear how absolutely in love both men were with you, and you with them. The change in the three of you was as clear as day, never had anyone seen each of you so happy - is what you constantly heard from everyone you knew, and when you ran into a friend or relative of theirs… with a few exceptions.

The truth had come out about a month in that Gojo was the one with all the money. A ‘representative of his household’ had come to the apartment to visit and go over ‘matters concerning the family’. Satoru had been so laid back through the whole thing, smirking mockingly at the clearly uncomfortable (stuck up) old butler. He’d grabbed your waist as you were walking towards the door to leave, pulling you down and into his lap. It became clear that he wanted to mess with the man opposite him, even Kakashi seemed in on it because he kissed you sweetly as he walked passed.

Gojo wasn’t able to hide his bitterness when the man finally left though, burying his head into your neck and hugging you tightly. His father had been a politician and his mother a CEO of a successful company, he still had connections because of them and shares that were doing incredibly well. Not to mention their life insurance had been enough to set anyone for life.

“It’s not like I was close to them to begin with.” He’d muttered in a bored manner when you’d teared up at the mention of a Satoru toddler being left alone, surrounded by people who wanted to use him for money, power and influence. The butler was a man hired by his fathers old political party and the other share holders at his mothers company. They apparently weren’t best pleased with him settling for being a small time policeman, had hoped to mould him into their puppet to keep both their money making schemes going.

To cheer the three of you up, Gojo had taken the three of you on a spontaneous trip to an Onsen that one of his friends owns, up in the middle of no where. The beautiful, traditional building with modern interior was nestled on the side of a frigging mountain that could only be reached through a thick, ancient forest.

You were the only three guests, and the workers were even excused for the evening, so it felt like you were the only three in the world with the next person been miles away. Which you were insanely grateful for. Because Kakashi and Gojo had made it a completion between them on who could make you scream the loudest.

Three months later, Kakashi had appeared out of no where behind you while you were cooking dinner, wrapping his arms round you gently and kissing your neck soothingly. “Would you join me for a day out tomorrow?”

“Of course I will,” You giggled, shivering as his lips ghosted over the marks on your neck and shoulders, drawing invisible lines like he was drawing constellations. “Where are we going?”

Hatake was silent for a moment before he squeezed you tighter. “I’m going to introduce you to my father.”

To say you were nervous was an understatement, you had agonised over the right outfit for hours the night before, asking both Miku and Sakura for their help. You should have known better, they had spent the majority of the time gushing over your boyfriends and how serious it was getting between you. After all, no one had ever heard of the two most wanted bachelors introducing their conquests to their family and friends, or even going on trips with their lovers, let alone keeping their interest this long.

Finally settling on one of your favourite outfits; something simple, comfortable and trendy, you kept your make-up light and as natural as possible and called yourself ready. Meeting at their apartment, you were surprised to see Kakashi in his policeman formal uniform. God the man looked dashing. Wearing white gloves, black dress shoes, a smart navy suit, light blue tie, hat tucked under his arm and a smirk on his handsome face.

“Enjoying the view baby?” He teased.

You nodded dumbly, bitting your lip to try hide your smirk. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more handsome, you have to go devastate my heart like that.”

“Maybe me and Sato should wear these tonight then.” The suggestion had your thighs clenching, suddenly it was hard to swallow. Hatake chuckled lazily having seen your reaction. “Later baby girl, for now, we have somewhere to go.”

The cemetery was the LAST place you were expecting this day to take you. Kakashi stopped at his fathers tome stone and saluted. It was at least two decades since his fathers death. Kakashi Sakumo, Hatake’s father, had been a respected police detective, and his whole inspirational drive to become a policeman. When Hatake was young, his father had led a team in a drug bust against some of the biggest names in the Yakuza, but had chosen to save his men’s lives rather than capture the villains when things had gone wrong.

The ‘failure’ was a black mark against his name, and soon his was shunned by the media, his fellow detectives and the whole police force. The abuse became so bad, that he took his own life. From then on, Hatake had lived and grown up with Gojo who he was already inseparable with.

“For the longest time…I blamed him too.” Kakashi admitted quietly, holding onto your hand like a life line. “He had a duty to take those dangerous men off the streets, to make the city a safer place for the public, for kids who were in danger of either being hooked onto drugs or joining gangs. Instead he chose to save the lives of his team.” You were silent, what could you possibly say to ease his pain? “But now…” Hatake raised his head with a proud smile. “My views have changed. He didn’t want to chase glory, he just wanted to do the right thing and save lives. In that moment, they needed him, he saw that and did his best. He was willing to die for his men, he didn’t want to see all those family’s mourning for lives he could have spared. I can only hope that one day, I will be as brave as him.”

You are not ashamed to say you cried, standing there looking at the grave of the man who had made Hatake into the man he was. Into the man you loved. You bowed deeply and gave your thanks, promising out loud to take care of his son for as long as you were allowed. Kakashi’s own eyes watered at this as he pulled you close. You don’t know how long you stood there holding each other for, but it didn’t feel like long enough. Part of you thought it would never be enough when it came to the two amazing men who looked at you like you were their whole world.

After the visit, Kakashi had taken you to the old, more traditional part of town so you could go to his favourite restaurant. The two of you were the first to arrive and the last to leave, laughing so much to the point where you were both in tears. It was so light and care free, and you could see the weight just lift off of Hatake’s shoulders.

And when you both finally made it back to their apartment, Gojo was sat on the sofa waiting. Smirking. Also in uniform. That night, not one of you slept.

With your hands locked together in cuffs and blindfold around your eyes, you shook like a leaf in the wind as Kakashi took you from behind, Gojo at your front. If it had been anyone else trying to blindfold you and tie you up, you would have absolutely said no. As it was, Kakashi loved seeing you so vulnerable. So much so that he had stretched your arse as he’d enthusiastically eaten you out, and was now taking advantage of his VERY thorough prep work. He held a vibrator to your clit as he fucked your arse, Gojo keeping your mouth open and busy as he kissed you hungrily so they could hear your moans, squeezing and playing with your tits as he took your front just as roughly.

Not only did you squirt first time, your pretty sure you blacked out for a second. Not that the boys were deterred, they knew you’d tell them if it became too much. Besides, the sounds you were making; the moans, the wet squelching from how wet you were, it was the best yet. You couldn’t walk the next day though and had to ask Miku to record your lecture.

By the fifth month, Gojo and Kakashi had broached the idea of you moving in with them. It was a casual comment made in light conversation one Sunday morning, when they FIRST brought it up. Then it was Kakashi suggesting you keep more of your things with them, mostly because you would ask them to take you back to your apartment with the girls so you could get ready for the day, meaning you would leave earlier than they would like. Eventually Gojo decided they were being too subtle and would cling to you in the mornings, begging you to not leave and to stay with them.

“You guys remember that I’m living with two roommates already right? I can’t just up and leave them like that, they won’t be able to afford rent!”

“But beautifu~l! We want you here with us!”

“What our idiot means to say baby-”

“Hey!”

“Is that, you already spend so much time here, and we love having you with us. Our apartment is even closer to your Uni building! It makes sense surely, for you to move in with us. Or for us even to find a place together-”

“Wow, ok slow down there!” You butt in quickly, cheeks turning pink. Finally the boys had had enough of dancing around the subject and had sat you down to talk about it properly. Talking about moving into their lush apartment was one thing, but talking about a place together, was something else entirely!

Gojo pouted at you in annoyance. “What, you don’t want to live with us?”

“I’m not saying that!” You defended instantly, frowning at him. “I’m saying it’s a BIG step, and I get that you guys feel ready for it, but I don’t ok? For one, five months isn’t that much time dating someone, second, I don’t even have a job yet! And don’t tell me money isn’t an issue and I don’t have to pay rent cause God help me Satoru, I will get up and leave right now.” You threatened.

“Ok you two, lets take a deep breath and talk about this calmly ok?” Hatake soothed, squeezing both your hands. “Baby, if you don’t feel ready then that’s fine, we will not force you. But please know that when you ARE ready, we WANT you here. Ok?” Nodding in understanding, you started to relax. Gojo huffed and crossed his arms, but nodded in agreement. “And about you looking for a job and paying rent. We are not trying to baby you or the like, we just want to take care of you. We know you can take care of yourself but that wont stop us from WANTING to take care of you because you are YOURS. Understand? We love and cherish you, and if we can help you, we want to. If it was us in a difficult situation and you could help us, you would, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course, in a heartbeat.” You muttered with a slight pout.

Kakashi beamed. “It’s the same in our eyes.” And that had been the end of that…for the time being that is.

Just short of the six month mark, you had agreed to go out again with the girls for a night out. Kakashi and Gojo had encouraged you to go, promising that when they were done with their shift, they would come pick you up. They had even bought you a gift voucher for your birthday to buy a new outfit. You had been sure to send the boys a flattering pic of yourself all dolled up before you had left for the night, receiving such thirsty replies that no one would guess that you had spent the night before with them.

The night had been going perfectly, once again you were the most sober of the group, which you were now used to. You had a nice buzz going, there had already been so many laughs and the girls were excitedly giggling about the stories you shared on your boyfriends. (Of course the intimate, personal things you kept to yourself.) You had been to a few bars and your group agreed to end the night at the club you had met your boys in, ‘The Ninja Shrine’. Texting the two policemen still on shift, you let them know that you and your friends had arrived safely, were going to order your drinks and you would be eagerly waiting for them for a dance.

Gojo replied with multiple winky, smirky, and red with sweat drop faces. Kakashi was the only one to give you a verbal reply, promising to be there as soon as they could, and ‘ordering’ you to behave until they arrived. It made you smile, biting your lip. ‘No promises’ was your reply with a winky face, locking your phone and ignoring the bings that followed, knowing that would rile them up more than a reply.

Despite the clear teasing, you stayed against the bar, talking and laughing with your friends as you sipped at your drink. The girls did try convince you to dance with them at one point, but you were waiting a certain pair to join you. After all, dancing with the girls was fun, but it was even better when you had certain pairs of eyes on your body.

“Oh shit,” Miku cursed, suddenly grabbing your arm and turning you away from the door.

“What the hell-?”

“Don’t turn around!” Miku earned, holding onto your shoulders. “One of your boys’s old flings is here, and trust me you don’t want anything to do with her.” Looking subtly out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a pretty strawberry blonde with soft brown eyes and a confident smirk. You could clearly see her figure through her flashy outfit, her expensive designer shoes and handbag on show like she was on the Paris run way. “She was with them for four months, her names Claire Aoki, and she’s a psycho if you ask me.” Miku continued carefully.

Before you could react, the door opened once more and in came your two boyfriends, looking like sex on legs. Gojo wore a flashy designer get up with black jeans and dress shoes, a blue shirt and a leather jacket that you knew for a fact cost more than your joint rent with the girls. Kakashi was also in black dress shoes, black dress pants, a dark grey shirt and a lighter grey silk vest. Their eyes landed on you immediately and began smiling. You smiled back, beaming when they started heading your way.

They hadn’t made it two steps before they were stopped by Claire, her red manicured-nailed hands resting on their chests as she leaned in towards them, pressing her chest into their arms. Kakashi looked panicked, eyes widening as his eyes darted up towards you, then down to her and back. Gojo’s smile shrunk, it was still there, but it looked much more forced now as his blue eyes narrowed at the other woman.

Curious, and not worried at all, you leaned back against the bar. You turned to make yourself look as relaxed as possible, replicating the same look you had the night they had pulled you away from your friends to charm the pants off of you. Your head tilted and your smile grew as their eyes kept on drifting to you. Whatever Claire was saying clearly wasn’t keeping their attention.

Your smile turned to a smirk as Beast by Mia Martina started playing, slowly pushing off the bar as you headed to the dance floor, your friends following. Closing your eyes, you let the music take you away, body rolls moving slow, deliberate. You caught their eyes by dancing for yourself, but now you knew their weaknesses, the parts of you that they loved to tease and squeeze, you knew their bodies like you knew your own. And you fully intended to use that to your advantage.

“Keep your eyes on me,” You sang, looking both men dead in the eyes, smirking as their gazes struggled to meet yours, roaming your form hungrily like they hadn’t seen you in months. “Come here right now,” You continued, your hands reaching out to them, beckoning them to you. “Cause when the sun goes down the beast comes out,” Dropping to the floor, you straightened your legs so you were bent in half, slowly coming up and curving your back as you flipped your hair back gracefully.

“Take you down, down can you keep it up all night,” Smirking, you spun slowly as you exaggerated your hip swaying, making sure they got an eye full of your behind. “You all over my skin, I’m anxious, paint my body boy’s I’ll be your canvas.” Your head snapped back, showcasing all their bruises that they left from the night before.

Next thing you knew, two sets of hands were gripping you tight, one set on your hips and another on your upper thighs. “Da~nm Beautiful!” Gojo growled lowly into your ear, your grin stretching as you giggled, Kakashi ducking his head to bite your neck. “First you ignore us, then you go and put on a show like that for anyone to see. What are you trying to do, hu? You just want us to bend you over our knees don’t you?”

“Maybe I do,” You teased. “Or maybe I’m trying to prove a point to someone who was getting too handsy with what wasn’t theirs.”

“Oh? Someone was getting jealous? As sexy as you are ‘staking your claim’, doesn’t change the fact that your going to get your punishment when we get home, beautifu~l!” Satoru teased, his hand dragging up your body till his hand was at your neck, then he squeezed.

Kakashi let out a ragged breath at your moan. “I think we should get out of here.” Pressing himself harder into you, you could feel his impatience clearly through his pants.

You dared to look around you, eyes meeting with soft brown eyes glaring daggers at you with so much hatred. You would have been scared six months ago, you would have shrunk and shied away. But how could you now when Gojo and Kakashi were stood with you, hands all over you, demanding your love and attention, making you feel so treasured and powerful.

“Kiss me first.” You demanded. Satoru didn’t even hesitate for a second, pulling you into a searing kiss full of passion and desire. You faintly heard Miku and your friends cat call and wolf whistle somewhere near the bar, causing Gojo to pull away and chuckle. The opening was all Kakashi needed. His kiss was equally breathtaking, his movements slower and more controlled, but clearly as desperate to lay claim.

When Hatake pulled away, Gojo effortlessly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, smacking your arse when you struggled. So you smacked his right back. Again, you couldn’t walk the next day.

By the end of the eight first months, you had finally landed a job interview and was offered the job on the spot, starting small but promised promotions if your work was up to standard. Around the same time your lease on the shared apartment with your friends was up, and you had finally given into your boyfriends hints and agreed to look for a place you could all afford together. What’s more, your graduation was less than a month away. Things were finally falling into place.

You had yet to broach the subject of your relationship status with your parents, though you were pretty sure they had figured out that you were at least dating someone by this point. Admitting that you hadn’t mentioned anything to your parents, you were nervous how the boys would react. But they had simply shrugged, nodded in understanding and reminding you that if you needed their help they were here for you.

Most importantly, you had a job you were doing well in, you were moving into a beautiful home, your friends were happy and doing well in their own fields, and you had two men who loved you unconditionally. You were sure everything was going to work out just right. And with Gojo and Satoru by your side, you could over come anything.

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Hi, whenever you have time can you write something about Thomas and Alastair please? Literally anything that isn’t angsty or sad. Fluffy/happy because after COI my heart needs to feel happy again. Thank you💞

Ohh, what a good request! I’ll confess that I was a bit nervous to write this because I didn’t know how I’d compete with COI! The first four bits of dialogue are references to a video Morgan Adams made with her friend, Trinity, because I literally watched that scene and thought “Thomastair” and I just loved it so much that I couldn’t not include it. Also, this is in modern language because I liked how it sounded better. Anyway, I hope this makes your heart feel happy!!

Characters: Alastair & Thomas (fluff)

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“We’re experiencing life.” Thomas said, poking at the logs with a stick to get the fire to burn brighter. 

“This sucks.” Alastair said, his marshmallow drooping over the fire. 

“No, it’s called life.”

Alastair stared at the fire for a second before saying, “Life sucks.”

Thomas snorted and Alastair looked up and smiled softly, clearly proud that he made Thomas laugh.

Thomas got up from his crouch and sank down next to Alastair, stretching his feet out. Alastair considered his legs before saying, “how the hell did you grow so tall during your travel year? What did they feed you in Spain?”

“I didn’t grow that tall.”

“You were the size of an elf and now you’re taller than the Eiffel Tower.” Alastair said.

Thomas stared into his dark eyes for a moment and narrowed them. “Your marshmallow’s on fire.”

Alastair turned his gaze to said marshmallow. “Ah, an accurate representation of my life so far.” 

Thomas rolled his eyes fondly and reached to grab Alastair’s hand, who took it instantly. Thomas was focusing on how he was playing with the Lightwood ring when they heard the crack of a twig behind them. He and Alastair exchanged a quick glance.

“You don’t think it’s dangerous, do you?” Thomas whispered. “If not the sensor would have picked it up, right?” 

Alastair shrugged, looking in the direction of the sound. “It can’t be my sleep paralysis demon.” He whispered back, “I have to be lying in bed about to sleep for it to be that.”

“You sleep just fine when you’re with me.” Thomas pointed out.

“Exactly. The times I can sleep,” Alastair said, not looking away from the spot, “it’s because you’re there.”

Thomas stared at Alastair’s side profile, the fire casting shadows on the panes of his beautiful face. 

“Pay attention, Lightwood. We could be about to die.”

Thomas sighed. “At least I’d die with you. If we go down, then we go down together.”

“Listen here; I can make jokes about death, but when you do it, you make me sad, so stop.”

“What?” Thomas whispered intensely, “How come you can make me sad with jokes about death, but I can’t make you sad?”

“Are these the kinds of conversations you too have when you’re alone?” Matthew asked, coming out of the shadows.

“You bastard, why did you take so long to come out?” Thomas demanded

Matthew’s jaw dropped in surprise. “I let you take your sweet time. And for your information, I’m already ou—”

“He meant the woods, idiot.” Alastair said.

“Oh, right. Yeah, I was just being dramatic.”

“Lies! His shoelaces got stuck on a branch.” Lucie said. “I saw it.”

Matthew stuck his tongue out at her.

“Anyway, I came to report that we’ve heard no signs of the demon we’re looking for.” Lucie said, popping a marshmallow in her mouth. 

“Yes, we haven’t either.” Matthew said, “Though I came here to get away from Grace and Kit.” He shuddered. "They won’t stop gushing over Darwin’s theory of evolution or something. If I wanted to listen to science talk, I would have just stayed home and asked Father for flirting advice.” 

“Your camp is sad,” Lucie said to Matthew, taking another marshmallow. “Cordelia and I are trying to see who can fit the most grapes in their mouths. I was winning too, but James said to stop or we’d ‘choke and die’ or whatever. Anyway, I’m off to find Jesse.” Lucie said getting up to her feet and skipping away happily. 

“I’m going with her.”

“Let me guess, ‘to protect her’” Thomas said.

“Angel, no. I need her to protect me.” Matthew said. “You haven’t forgotten that she can command the dead, have you?” He didn’t wait for a reply, sprinting away to catch up to Lucie.

“I’m disappointed to say that that wasn’t intolerable.” Alastair said with a frown.

“It’s called getting used to it.” Thomas smiled at Alastair. 

They seemed to have a moment where they lost themselves in each other. Thomas looked into Alastair’s stunning dark eyes, his incredibly long lashes and caramel skin. He liked the way the same strand of silky black hair always seemed to fall across his forehead and into his eyes. And the way Alastair always reached up to push it back. This time, Thomas reached out first. Instead of pushing it back though, he brought it to the side so that his fingers grazed Alastair’s cheek. Alastair’s eyelids softened and he looked down briefly before looking back up at Thomas.

“I never meant to make you sad.” He whispered. 

Thomas shrugged. “As long as what you say about yourself are jokes. Besides, you can never make me sad, because I know you never mean to hurt me.” Thomas said with a smile.

Alastair looked at him, his eyes dancing. “I love you, Thomas.”

“I love you too.”

“You have horrible taste in—”

Thomas cut him off by pressing his lips into a kiss. Alastair’s lips were soft against his own. They kissed slowly and softly as fire crackled in front of them. Thomas felt that part of him was burning from the fire, but his entire being was burning for Alastair. 

Alastair hummed against his lips as Thomas ran his hands down his chest.

“Don’t insult my taste in men, because mine’s the best in the country.” Thomas mumbled into his lips.

Alastair smiled. “What did the world do to deserve you.” He didn’t mean it as a question; Alastair kissed him again before he could even register the words.

He ran his expert hands through Thomas’ hair. Thomas had seen those hands close around fighting spears and he’d seen those hands bandage his own when he burned them during patrol. He’d seen those hands play Chopin’s Nocturne, flying through across the keys to play the different notes. He’d also seen those hands play the songs Thomas had written, bringing life to Thomas’ innermost thoughts, bringing them into existence. Thomas’ songs either coaxed a smile out of Alastair, or brought tears to his eyes.

Now he felt those hands, tugging and caressing his hair. Both boys smiled as they kissed each other, perfectly content with being in the presence of the other. Perfectly content with, after all these years, finally kissing someone they loved and being kissed by someone who loved them. 

Thomas fought back a groan and pulled Alastair closer when the sensor next to them buzzed. 

They broke apart, instantly on their feet, weapons in hand.

“Let’s get this over with.” Thomas sighed.

“Yes, let this be revenge for interrupting us.”  

“That sounds like a good plan.”

Alastair was tightening his leather gauntlets when Thomas spoke.

“Alas?”

Alastair glanced at him in response.

“How about we don’t immediately tell the others we killed the demon?”

Alastair tilted his head to the side before understanding what Thomas meant and grinning fiendishly. “I like the way you think, Tom. Now let’s kill this demon so we can get back to what we were doing.”

Thomas blushed and nodded. As he ran into battle, Alastair beside him, he did so with a smile. 

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Carnations, pancakes and apologies.

A/N: So this took me a while to write and i apologise but i finally got there, it’s based on a request i recieved from @thollandlover i really hope you and everyone else enjoys! For the purpose of this fic, Peter and Reader are both 18, it may not make sense in regards to when homecomings are and such but i have stated in my T&C’s that ANY writing for Peter will always have him over the age of 18.

W/C: 3.3K.

Warnings: Swearing.... angst.

You’d had a hard upbringing, you’d been captured by Hydra at a young age and experimented on for years. Your torture finally ended three years ago when Tony Stark rescued you and took you in, you became almost like a daughter he never had. You were kept isolated during your years with Hydra and it left you incapable of doing simple things for yourself, that’s where Peter came in.

Peter was the same age as you and he had a crazy amount of patience when it came to helping you out, he would literally help you with the simplest things. He sat for hours with you when you first got a smart phone, showing you how it worked, he became your best and only friend very quickly and you couldn’t be more grateful for him.

Tony had decided that it was best to keep you home schooled as you weren’t great in social interactions and he worried that sending you to school would result in you getting bullied. Peter told you all about school and you envied it at times but you understood why Tony decided to make the decision that he did.

Peter’s homecoming was around the corner and he’d asked you to go with him and with much persuasion Tony had agreed to let you go as he knew Peter would look after you. You were so excited to be able to get out of the compound and to spend the night with Peter, you really liked him, you weren’t sure what your feelings for him were at first and Wanda had helped you come to the conclusion that you liked him. You hoped that because he was asking you to homecoming that he liked you too.

You’d spent hours dress shopping with Wanda and Nat, you really struggled to find the perfect dress. It wasn’t something you were used to wearing but when you found the right one you were so happy with yourself, you thought it suited you really well.

“Wow.” Wanda said as you made your way out of the dressing room.

“It took us six days but we got there. You look beautiful Y/N, truly.” Nat added and Wanda nodded in agreement.

“He’s a lucky boy to be able to take you.” Wanda said and you blushed at their words not sure what to say back in response.

“Thank you.” Was all that came to you.

“I swear if Peter doesn’t recognise your beauty in that dress he’s a bigger idiot than I thought.” Nat teased and you laughed slightly.

Here you were stood in said dress as you waited for Peter to arrive, Nat and Wanda had spent the last few hours doing your hair and makeup and when you saw yourself in the mirror you almost didn’t recognise yourself.

“You look beautiful.” Steve said as you walked into the room, catching the attention of the other Avengers.

“You really do.” Bruce added. No one was used to seeing you like this and it was evident from their faces, Tony looked almost lost for words at your appearance, which was a rarity for the famous Stark.

“Y/N, you look breath taking, truly.” He said after a moment and he looked so proud of you that it almost brought tears to your eyes, he was like a father to you.

“No. No emotionally crying please, it took my ages to do her makeup.” Nat teased and you all laughed.

“Shit.” Steve suddenly said and you furrowed your brows. “We’ve gotta go.” He continued as he checked his phone.

“Really?” Tony said and Steve nodded as he made his way out of the room, everyone other than Tony following. “I’m sorry Y/N, we’ll be back as soon as we can, I promise. Have a good night, Peter will look after you, I know it.” Tony continued as he placed a swift kiss to your forehead and left to follow the other’s.

Peter had been excited to take you to homecoming, you were easily the best friend he’d ever had and he didn’t mind helping you out with simple tasks. He loved helping you bake, loved the way your tongue would peak out of the corner of your mouth as you concentrated on the instructions before you, he found it endearing. He’d been excited all week and he couldn’t wait to take you out, happy that Tony trusted him enough to take you out.

“Hey Pete.” MJ said as she approached him and he felt his heart beat quicken, he really liked MJ.

“Hey.” He almost stammered out, he was happy he composed himself enough to get the word out.

“I know it’s a little short notice but I was wondering if you had a date to homecoming?” She asked and Peter felt ecstatic, so ecstatic that he forgot he promised to take you.

“No.” Peter said, almost too quickly.

“Would you maybe wanna go with me?” She asked and Peter nodded his head furiously, so happy that he was able to go with girl he liked.

Peter had a great night at homecoming with MJ whereas you waited for hours for him to show and he never did. You gave up after two and half hours of waiting and took yourself to bed where you cried yourself to sleep, the heartbreak that you felt was unlike anything you ever had before. He hadn’t contacted you to tell you why he couldn’t make it and you feared he’d forgotten about you completely.

“Did Peter have to come with you last night?” You asked Tony as you made your way into the kitchen, Tony looked at you in shock, your eyes were puffy and red, evidence you’d spent the night crying, a stark contrast to how he was expecting to see you.

“No, why?” Tony said and this made you cry again, he had forgotten about you. Your heart was aching at the thought. It wasn’t just because you liked him, you thought he was your friend but maybe not, you were clearly someone he could forget about in an instant.

“He didn’t show.” You said through your tears and in all honesty Tony was shocked, incredibly shocked at your words, he thought Peter liked you as much as you liked him but maybe he’d been wrong. Tony’s anger boiled a little at Peter, he’d hurt you and that was clear.

You spent the day watching films in your room, wanting to be left alone as you cried on and off all day. You started to feel better, until Peter came round, you were angry with him now, he’d not contacted you in days, no explanation for why he’d not come and you were angry with him for it.

“Hey Mr Stark.” Peter said and Tony gave a tight lipped smile as he made his way out of the room, Peter thought it was odd but shook it off.

“How was homecoming Peter?” Sam asked the dreaded question, he asked in a way that should have been obvious to Peter of the mistake he made but Peter seemingly didn’t realise or if he did he wasn’t bothered.

“Homecoming was amazing. MJ asked me to go and I was so excited because I really like her.” Peter pulled you from your thoughts as he recounted his amazing night. You were upset again, he’d forgotten about you to go with someone else entirely and by the sounds of it had an amazing night.

You bit your lip as you listened to him gush over his amazing night while you went to bed crying, you were upset and angry with him, he could have let you know but instead he had you waiting like an idiot, had you thinking he cared like an idiot.

“You okay?” Peter suddenly asked and you blinked as you looked at him, so now he notices you’re not okay?

“Fine.” You snapped and he looked at you shocked, you’d never been short with him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked again as he went to put his hand on your shoulder but you just slapped it away and he raised his brows in question at your behaviour, you were never like this with him but he hurt you.

“Did you forget something homecoming night?” You asked and he furrowed his brows as he thought. “Thought so.” You interrupted as you stood. “Thanks for that by the way.” You added and Peter’s face dropped for a second as he remembered his promise to you.

He felt immensely guilty for a second before it was replaced with anger, he’d had an amazing night with the girl he liked, why couldn’t you be happy for him?

“Sorry but you know how much I like MJ.” He tried to defend himself and you scoffed.

“It’s not about that, you could have let me know.” You snapped again and Peter’s anger bubbled over.

“You know what Y/N? You could just be happy for me, you know. You’re so selfish and needy all the time, I get I’m your only friend but what the fuck?” He snapped back and your heart dropped, did he really see you as needy? Before you could speak he carried on. “Maybe you need to find more friends, you can’t rely on me all the time, I mean fuck, it feels like a full time job sometimes.” He said again and tears found their way to your eyes.

“Pete-“ You went to say but he interrupted you again, his anger getting the better of him as he wanted to prolong his happiness of the night he’d had and didn’t want to let the guilt consume him.

“No, you know what, I didn’t even want to go with you, I only asked because I felt sorry for you.” He said and you let your tears fall, you never wanted anyone to pity you, you hated it.

“You’re such a dick.” You said and he flared his nostrils as his anger rose.

“Me? I’m a dick. At least I have more than one fucking friend Y/N, I’m doing better than you.” He said and you didn’t know what else to do so you left, embarrassed that half the Avengers had just overheard the interaction and heart broken over having learnt how Peter truly felt. You found your bedroom and wrapped yourself up in your duvet as you let the tears fall rapidly down your face.

“That was low Peter.” Steve said as he shook his head in disappointment and left the room.

“You know what-“ Nat said, anger clear in her tone as Wanda interrupted her.

“Nat, don’t.” She said, she hated confrontation between the group.

“No, he needs to hear it. You are selfish, she spent days looking for that goddam dress, which she looks gorgeous in by the way. She’s never worn one before but she came to me and asked for my help so she didn’t look out of place or disappoint you. We spent hours building up her confidence when she got too nervous to go and what did you do? Promised her you’d take her and then not do it. It was simple Peter, she put more effort into this than you did and you couldn’t even repay in the simplest of ways, so please before you accuse her of being selfish ever again take a look in the mirror.”

Peter felt his heart drop, he had no idea that you wanted to go so badly and he’d ruined it for you. He was just awful to you and Nat was right, you don’t deserve it.

“Then you go and make her feel like shit, nice one. Well fucking done.” Nat finished as she stormed out of the room in search of you, Wanda quick to follow leaving Peter with his thoughts and guilt.

“Y/N?” You heard Nat as she knocked on your door.

“I just want to be on my own.” You sniffled out, voice hoarse from crying. You heard Nat sigh as she tried to open the door but couldn’t because you’d made sure you locked it. “Please leave me alone, I don’t want any more pity today.” You said and Nat’s heart broke for you.

“Wanda open the door, I know you can.” She said and Wanda shook her head.

“She’ll come out when she’s ready, we should leave her alone.” She concluded.

A month had gone by since you’d seen Peter and it wasn’t that he wasn’t trying to see you, you were actively avoiding him.

“Y/N?” You heard Peter’s voice from the other side of your door. “I know you’re in there, Mr Stark told me.” He tried again. “I’m sorry. Can you just let me in? I wanna talk.” You ignored him, not wanting to talk to him, you were hurt and angry and you really wished he was going to college rather than not.

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“Hey.” Peter’s face lit up when he saw you in the kitchen, you didn’t know he was coming today. “I’m moving into the compound next month.” He said hoping to get some emotion out of you but nothing, you just turned on your heel and left. He tried to follow you but Tony stopped him.

“Give her time.” He said and Peter nodded.

Peter missed you, he did, with every fibre of his being, everyone had gone off to college and he’d moved into the compound to pursue his job as a super hero and Avenger. It was hard living in the same place as you when you wouldn’t speak to him. He tried so hard to apologise but it was no use, you didn’t want to know.

“This is getting desperate now.” You said as you opened the door after three weeks of him trying.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, please I miss you.”

“Is that because all your friends are at college?” You snapped and he sighed.

“No, I miss you, I miss hanging out with you.” He said, he was close to tears at this point.

“Thought I was selfish and needy?” You snapped back.

“That’s not- I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it.”

“But you did.” You fired back and his tears fell, he had royally fucked up.

“I know and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. You’re my best friend. I’m so sorry.” He tried and you laughed harshly almost slamming the door in his face.

He realised he needed to try harder and harder he would try. He needed you to understand how much you meant to him and he was going to prove it, he needed to plan an apology so he sought out Nat hoping she’d help.

“What do I do? She won’t talk to me?” Peter sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t blame her.” Nat sighed and Peter nodded in agreement. “Look, maybe do something nice for her, let her know you’ve been thinking about her. A grand gesture some might say.” She said and Peter nodded in understanding. “Get her some of those flowers she likes, Roses.” Nat said.

“Carnations.” Peter couldn’t help but correct. “They look similar but Y/N’s favourite is carnations.” He said and Nat raised her brows in surprise.

“I always thought her favourites were roses.” She said.

“No, easy mistake to make though.” Peter said and Nat had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. She could see now that Peter liked you the same way you liked him, so she purposely started to get things wrong whilst she helped Peter plan his apology.

“Maybe you could make her some pancakes and put strawberries on top, those are her favourites.”

“No, blueberries are her favourite.” Peter almost huffed.

“Okay, okay. Blueberries then.” She said amused.

Peter spent hours planning his apology, making sure to get every detail correct and perfect, he hadn’t thought about MJ once and listening to Nat get things wrong was annoying him more than it should. He realised after a conversation with Tony why he was getting annoyed.

“It’s annoying you because you were hoping you weren’t the only one that paid so much attention. I did the same with Pepper, I realised how much I liked her when I noticed the little things that other’s didn’t.”

“Of course I liker her, she’s my best friend.” Peter said stubbornly.

“No, that’s not what I mean and you know it.” Tony added and Peter’s heart hammered in his chest at the realisation, he liked you, really liked you.

It was all planned, all he needed to do was get you to open your door and then he could apologise properly. He nervously knocked on your door as he held the pancakes and flowers in his free hand. He watched as you opened it and you looked somewhat shocked to see him.

“I thought you’d have given up by now.” You said as you sighed and he did to.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he handed you the carnations he’d bought and you accepted them, the scent of them settling your anger with him.

“Thank you.” You said and he smiled shyly as he handed you the pancakes.

“I know it’s not much but I just wanted you to know that I was thinking about you. I’m sorry I want to take you out somewhere, maybe to dinner or something, let you wear that dress you bought.” He said and you smiled shyly as you put the pancakes down on your dresser and found put the flowers in the vase Tony had gotten you for your birthday.

“Look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said what I said.” He said as he hung his head in defeat and you smiled. He really was sorry, you could see that now, he was trying.

“I appreciate it, thank you.” You said.

“You’re not needy or selfish, I shouldn’t have said that, I’m the selfish one.” He said and you pulled him into a hug.

“I forgive you.” You said and he pulled you closer against him as he hugged you tightly. “I appreciate that you were thinking about me when you’ve probably been thinking about how you’re next gonna see MJ again.” You admitted into his chest and you felt as his heart hammered against his ribcage, your ear resting close to his heart.

“About that.” He swallowed thickly as he moved you further into the room so he could shut the door for privacy, not letting go of you for a second. “I really like you.” He admitted and you smiled.

“I should hope so if I’m your best friend.” You teased and he shook his head.

“No I mean I like you. I haven’t thought about MJ all month, only you. I realised last week that I have feelings for you, I have for a long time I think.” He admitted and you pulled back slightly to look at him.

“Pete-“ You said but were interrupted by his lips on yours and it was almost cliché as you felt fireworks erupt through your stomach. Ecstatic to finally feel his lips against yours after so long of wanting to. The kiss was sweet, innocent but still passionate as you melted into him. He pulled away after a while and smiled shyly at you.

“I really like you too Pete.” You admitted as you pulled him back in for another kiss.

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as you are loved by another

genre: angst; tsukishima x gn!reader | wc: 1.2k

—a/n: hello! this is long overdue but tysm for 100 followers aaa. it means a lot that people enjoy my stupid headcanons/word-vomits. as a gift i offer you: this angsty kei fic that i wrote in the wee hours of the morning. is it good? questionable. am i happy with it? not necessarily. however, posting this seemed better than scrapping so here we are </3. enjoy!

cw: brief mentions of death/funerals; self pity/deprecation; no spoilers; one-sided pining; hurt/no comfort

—synopsis: in which tsukishima’s not sure who he hates more: your new boyfriend or himself.

edit: i made it so when tsukki refers to ur boyfriend, it’s in italics. im so sorry i forgot to do that before.

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—Tsukishima had never considered himself to be a hateful person, and yet, here he was: laying in bed on a Friday night, thinking about you with him, and allowing levels of unprecedented envy to bubble up in his chest.

This was not how he had expected his night to turn out.

One moment, he had been doing homework at his desk, and the next, his mind was wandering to today at lunch when you giggled after receiving a text message from your insufferable boyfriend. The memory lasted for only a short moment, but it was all it took to make his head spiral. He had tried to control it, but once his brain got going, it was hard to get it to stop; eventually, he had to retire from being productive to rotting on his mattress.

Generally, Tsukishima was good at keeping sentiments such as these at bay. But it’s been getting harder to do that now, especially since you and him have been so affectionate together recently.

The cruelty of it all leaves him feeling burned by the fire of his jealousy, and a natural disaster of his own making plays out in the depths of his heart as he studies the intricacies of his bare, white ceiling. A song by some band he couldn’t bother to remember the name of emits itself loudly from his phone speakers while the middle blocker desperately tries to stop his train of toxic thinking. He rolls from his back to his side and lowers the annoying music’s volume; not even the most incredible lyrical masterpiece could pull him from the devastation the conflagration of his emotions had been causing him as of late.

And, besides, the sound was giving him a headache. He preferred to brood in silence.

The intensity of his feelings irritates him. Despite his outwardly antagonistic exterior, Tsukishima had always believed his tendency for total apathy would take precedent over any other negative emotion—including jealously.

Tonight, however, was proving this preconceived notion of his character completely wrong.

This wasn’t the first time he’d wasted his night thinking about you and him. Ever since the day you had giddily announced your new relationship, Tsukishima had been allowing himself to become more acquainted with the green-eyed monster, and this evening, he relishes in its company more than usual.

Pity parties like this—which was shaping up to be the worst one to date—had been happening to him more frequently. Feelings of contempt had become his newfound obsession in the sense that they consumed his very being. Hating him was easier than hating himself, and he enjoyed it. The only downside towards living so sullenly was that it made him realize that, more often than not, guilt was a close companion of unwarranted negativity.

Tsukishima knew better than anyone else how outrageous his feelings were. And feeling this way did trouble him, but then again, how could he not be envious?

Seeing the way his hand wrapped around your waist. Recalling the way his fingers traced little shapes into your hands. Remembering the way his eyes followed you as you walked out of the room—as if Kei’s hadn’t been the ones that did that first. It was all just too much for him to bear. Knowing that he made you happy in a way that he could not.

The overwhelming knowledge of his inadequacy makes the middle blocker want to double over in anguish, but he won’t, not yet. He is much too proud to allow himself to display such sorrow, so he’ll settle for feeling hatred tonight instead.

Of course, he knows that he’s in no position to be feeling this way. You were never his, and he had never shown interest in changing that. It was only a matter of time before someone swept you off your feet and gave you the affection he had neglected to provide you with. This whole situation was very obviously his fault. If he had been brave enough to confess before he had, maybe he’d be the one you loved instead. Or maybe not. Your new boyfriend was absolutely perfect for you, and Kei was anything but.

This was so tirelessly aggravating. Why did you have to be stupid and date somebody he could never compete with?

White-hot resentment flows through his veins, and he’s not sure if it’s directed at you, himself, or the man you love. Regardless, one more second of this suffocation, and he thinks it’s likely he’ll die by the morning time. The thought of it makes him laugh, and it temporarily lifts the burden on his heart.

Maybe his funeral would be green-themed. That wouldn’t be so bad—he quite likes the color. Or maybe his tombstone would say something like: ‘Tsukishima Kei: A son, a friend, and someone left gasping for air after being smothered to death by the tight grip of unjustifiable envy.’

Wouldn’t that be something?

Tsukishimas mind betrays the light-heartedness of the moment ruined when, bitterly, it wonders how much you’d care if his death—albeit a metaphorical one—actually did happen.

You probably wouldn’t be too concerned, especially now that you’ve got...someone who isn’t himself who would happily help to console you as you grieve. You were always gushing about how your new boyfriend was such a good listener. One kiss from that guy would probably make any pain you felt about his own fictional death go away in an instant.

Not that he would blame you. Tsukishima thought himself to be pretty forgettable. And he was anything but.

Why reminisce on the underwhelming memory of his own life when you had someone who shone so much brighter than he ever could to focus on instead?

He hates this—the way he let it get this bad. What was wrong with him? He was acting like an entitled child watching other kids play with a toy he wanted to play with. And he hated himself for it. You were a person, not a possession. And even if you were, you were still not his to have.

No, you belonged to someone infinitely better.

Someone who made you smile bigger than he ever could. Someone who made you laugh harder than he ever would. Someone who he despised—second only to himself—more than anyone else in the world.

As he rests in the still of his room, evaluating how intelligent he could possibly be after doing something as stupid as falling for one of his best friends, Tsukishima Kei decides that while he may hate your lover, he hates himself more.

A strange melancholy replaces his previous feelings of jealousy, and his typical level of self-loathing cranks it’s way up to 100. There’s a growing ache in place of where his heart should be, and Kei shakily brings his hand to clench at it. When the pain does not subside, he deduces that his current level of grief was inconsolable. Wearily, the middle blocker shuts his eyes close and allows himself to escape to the bliss of sleep.

Maybe, he’d be able to outrun the misery of loving you as you are loved by someone else in the world of dreams.

He hopes he can.

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a/n: again, i apologize for not being super active (mental illness goes hard), but i’ve been feeling better so hopefully that changes! likes + reblogs are always appreciated and feel free to give me constructive criticism (i know i need it lol). i hope you enjoyed.

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[prettyboymichaels-ao3]

Rewind, Rewire, Reword - Chapter 1: Where Did I Put That Map Again? (Pt. 1)

It’s the week before Wrestlemania 12, he’s preparing to give Shawn Michaels the fight of his life in their 60-minute Iron Man match, and his little brother has decided to drag him out to socialize on an otherwise perfectly ordinary Wednesday night.

Surely, this decision won’t take the course his life was on – and the course his relationship with Shawn was on – and send it into a tailspin.

(Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels ABO AU; NOT Kayfabe Compliant; Words: ~2k; Rating: M; Notes, trigger warning/s, tag list, and chapter under the cut!)

my massive bretshawn abo au is here! as I only have two-ish more scenes to write, and 10 chapters already written to publish on here (separated into smaller “parts” for tumblr, which means I technically have 21 chapters; they’ll be published fully on ao3), I’ve decided to try for an every other day publishing schedule to give myself more time to fully finish this book of the series. so. :) I’ve read and edited and reread and re-edited this more than almost any other fic I’ve written, so HOPEFULLY. I don’t want to edit it MORE after finally PUBLISHING it. sigh. anyway.

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tw for: attempted sexual assault. it doesn’t actually occur, but this IS the jumping off point for the fic, and it will be referenced throughout. the tw “references to attempted sexual assault” will be used in any chapter that references it

tag list: @track12to13​; @piratewithvigor​; @sinderellanightwolf​. tell me if you want to be tagged for any future chapters!

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It was times like these when he wondered why he ever bothered going out at all.

They’d gotten to California two days before, early, the way they usually did, leaving the morning after their last match to get a head start and not arrive completely burnt out. They’d spent those two days getting acquainted with their hotel room, their rental car, and the stadium gym they were going to be using the next two weeks. However, “California�� didn’t just mean “new match”, it also meant “new towns”, which meant “new opportunities to make Bret socialize”. He’d told Owen, repeatedly, in a variety of ways, that the last thing he needed was a fucking wingman, let alone his happily mated younger brother as a wingman, but he’d just brushed off everything he’d said and dragged him out anyway. “You have almost two weeks to prepare,” he’d scoffed, forcing him to change basically as soon as they got back to their room. “When’s the last time you really let loose?” he’d offered, trying to hustle him out almost before he’d had his shoes tied. “I promised mom I’d try something the last time we talked so would you stop digging your heels in, please,” was his final explanation, as he was hailing a cab to take them out of the city and to some smaller town a little less than an hour away, where they’d be less likely to get recognized, because getting mobbed in a bar or a club was always… not great, to say the least.

But it just really wasn’t Bret’s scene. It just really, really wasn’t. He wasn’t twenty anymore, he couldn’t power through a hangover the way he used to, and he wasn’t in the mood anyway, the way he hadn’t been for the last two years Owen’d been trying to set him up. He’d gotten used to being single by now, he’d even gotten used to his mother’s passive aggressive comments about it every time he called home, and, yeah, being used to it didn’t mean he liked it, but trying to find a date at this point in his life wasn’t exactly easy, at thirty-eight years old, in his line of work, with his designation. Honestly, he didn’t know why Owen was still trying so earnestly; the odds of Bret finding a decent prospective partner at some random club in Somewhere, California was so low it might as well be in the ground.

As such, instead of socializing, the way Owen wanted him to, he’d nursed a glass or two at the bar, had a fairly interesting conversation with an older woman who happened to be the designated driver for a group of girls giggling on the dance floor, and eventually called it quits after hitting the bathroom two hours in. It wasn’t even ten-thirty yet, you’d think he could last a little longer, and he could, he was just… bored. His bar mate was corralling her wayward group to leave, and Owen was having a grand time failing miserably at darts with what looked to be a group of regulars, so he just told him he was heading back to the hotel, refused to be guilted into a game no matter how many times Owen batted his eyelashes or how disappointed he looked, paid his tab, and slipped out into the night with a sigh and his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket. It was only slightly cooler outside than it was inside, and it was much less crowded – a few smokers, on the other side of the street, and two people eating a pizza and using the box as their plate a little further down from that. Definitely less busy than Anaheim would be this time of night, and equally less well lit.

There was also, though, something he almost didn’t hear over the noise of the bar:

“…an’t change your mind now!”

“I agreed to go home with you, not you and your fucking friend–”

His foot still raised from where he’d been stepping to the curb to hail a cab, he cocked his head to the alleyway the voices had drifted from – and, there it was, he hadn’t been hearing things, because there was an incredulous laugh, a dull thump, and a pained grunt before another man said, amused, speaking over the rising growls, “C’mon, baby, you really think you’re in a position to turn us down? You’re the one about to go into heat, it won’t matter whose knot you’re taking soon enough.”

Bret was moving before the end of that sentence, rounding the corner to find three figures pressed up against the stone wall beside an open dumpster. They were mostly hidden from the orange street lamps outside the mouth of the alley, but he could still see rough impressions, and they weren’t very promising: two holding the third prone while the third tried to fight back, thrashing and almost snarling with how viciously he was growling, but he was getting nowhere fast, with how successfully he was being restrained. One’s nose was buried in this man’s throat, the other’s teeth visible in the low light as he grinned, and Bret felt his expression twist and harden as he stepped forward. “Hey! You’ve got three seconds to walk away before I make this a fair fight.”

That certainly got their attention, and he saw them all turn his way, their eyes flashing a little in the dark. Parts of their faces were highlighted now – the barest crests of their jaws, their cheekbones, their hair – but he could see the moment their nostrils flared and he was written off as nothing but a nuisance, which was only confirmed when one of them scoffed. “Run away, little beta, this doesn’t concern you.”

And then he turned right back around to continue scenting the man, the omega, who headbutted him so hard in the nose Bret could hear it crack from here. The man howled, staggering away and clutching at his gushing face with both hands, and Bret watched as the omega took advantage of the other man’s stunned disbelief to kick his legs out from under him and send him tumbling to the ground.

Bret didn’t waste any time. He stalked forward, hauling the one on the ground up by the collar of his coat and the waistband of his pants so he could toss him bodily into the open dumpster. The open, empty dumpster, if the clang of metal and yelp of pain were anything to go by. There was a choked off squeal from behind him, and he turned just in time to watch the omega’s leg come back down and the second perpetrator crumple into the fetal position, clutching his groin. That one quickly joined his friend in the dumpster, courtesy of Bret, and the groans and squeaks that resulted from that collision were incredibly satisfying.

He wiped his hands on his jeans before turning back to the omega, raising his hands placatingly when he, too, was met with a sharp, threatening growl. “Hey. You okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

There was an extended moment of silence. “…Bret?”

Oh, perfect, he’d been recognized– …Wait. He knew that voice. He squinted, edging closer, and fuck, now that his eyes had adjusted a little–

“…Shawn?!”

When it sounded like the men in the dumpster were starting to try and gather their bearings, Bret put his hand on – on Shawn’s shoulder and pushed him out of the alley and past the bar, letting his hand fall away and trusting Shawn to follow him as he lead them past another two buildings to turn the corner onto another block, and then a little further still, directly under a street light, far enough to see them coming if they tried it. After getting their asses handed to them so thoroughly, not just by their intended victim but by a little beta to boot, the alphas shouldn’t come sniffing around looking for seconds, but you could never be too careful.

“Jesus, Shawn, what the hell was that?” he hissed, shrugging his jacket off and settling it over Shawn’s shoulders in one fluid motion.

Or he would have, if the man didn’t take an immediate step back and bare his teeth at him, rubbing his arms. Bret scowled. “Can you stop being so stubborn for two seconds–”

“I’m two seconds from kicking you in the fucking balls, Bret, don’t test me,” Shawn barked, taking another step back for good measure. His voice was hoarser than it usually was, and Bret was a little worried about what he’d do if it cracked.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, sucked in a breath through his mouth, and blew it out through his nostrils. “Look,” he settled on, staring at Shawn hard, who stared right back. In the orange light illuminating them, he could more clearly see his rumpled clothes, his wrecked hair, his blotchy face, but if he could compare him to anything right now it’d be a cornered animal. “Just – put it under your nose, okay? I know I don’t have much of a scent, but it’s gotta be better than whatever the fuck they were giving off.”

Shawn scoffed, but flexed his fingers from where they were clutching at his biceps, moving his eyes to his jacket. “Gee, when’s the last time you took a high school health class?”

“In high school, asshole, now take it.”

Shawn curled his lip, looking ready to keep arguing, but, shifting his weight on his feet, decided it wasn’t worth the effort, and snatched the jacket from Bret instead. He paused once he had it, glaring at him like he was expecting him to say something, and when Bret just crossed his arms and gave him a look, he finally shoved it under his nose and took a deep breath. Half the tension in his body released in one fell swoop, and with it came a hitch as he buried his face in the leather completely, his hands starting to shake.

Bret, deciding to give him a modicum of privacy, looked behind Shawn to make sure they hadn’t been followed (they hadn’t) and moved to the curb to finally hail a cab. Two of them passed, occupied, before he heard Shawn move up next to him, his jacket still stuffed under his nose. His eyes were a little red, and a little wet, but his cheeks were dry. “I wanna puke,” he rasped, muffled into the leather, and Bret gave a humorless snort.

“If you’re gonna, do it here,” he said, waving at another taxi, and this one actually responded, starting to pull up. “I sure as hell don’t wanna smell it all the way back to Anaheim.”

That earned him a grumble, more lighthearted than anything he’d heard out of Shawn’s mouth tonight, and Bret hid his relief by walking around the idling cab to talk to the driver at his window, digging out his wallet. “You got a divider?”

“Sure do, brother,” the cabbie told him, jerking his thumb to the backseat and the tinted glass that separated him from it. “Got some wet wipes back there, too. Just don’t leave any stains, huh?”

Bret frowned, because that made it all too clear what he thought they were planning on doing in his backseat, but threw a handful of twenties into the driver’s lap anyway, enough to make his eyes widen comically. “That’s to get us to Anaheim. There’s more where that came from if you get us there in forty.”

“Hell, brother, I’ll get you there in thirty,” the cabbie exclaimed, and Bret straightened back up after giving him the hotel’s address, waving at Shawn to get in on his side, which he did one-handed, slamming the door behind him as Bret followed suit. The divider deafened the cabbie’s music to a low rumble, and, as they pulled off, Bret started digging around in the mesh pocket attached to the back of the driver’s seat until he emerged with the aforementioned wet wipes. He tore the pack open, pulling half of them out in one go and passing them over to Shawn, who took them automatically with the hand that wasn’t holding Bret’s jacket to his nose, but gave him a look that said he had no idea what Bret was trying to do here.

He gestured to his own throat. “For your scent glands,” he explained, and he could see the moment the light went off, because Shawn started scrubbing at either side of his neck like a man possessed. Bret used the rest of the wipes to clean his own hands and stuffed them into his pocket after he was done, sinking back against the creaky plastic seats like they might swallow him up, lack of give or no.