#it’s literally just a thousand words. maybe 1.5k

[myname-isnia]

I spent an hour and a half staring at my google doc and ended up with no newly typed words and the overwhelming urge to tear my own hair out

[onlinesuzie]

☆ “you’re delusional, you’re like actually crazy” pt. 2 ☆

words: 1.5k

summary: Hamzah publicly mocks you on his most recent podcast episode, after confronting him, you are once again drawn back in by his manipulative affection but this time his words and actions are different.

notes: i’m literally addicted to this idea of hamzah i can’t stop writing!! thank you for all the submissions guys i love writing them!!

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You’re mindlessly scrolling through social media, trying to distract yourself from the gnawing feeling that something is off. It's been a quiet day, too quiet, and the silence from Hamzah has left you with a growing sense of unease. Just as you're about to close the app, a clip from Hamzah’s latest podcast episode pops up on your feed, shared by someone you follow.

Out of habit, you click on it, expecting the usual mix of humor and laid-back conversation that he’s known for. But as the video plays, your heart sinks.

“…and there’s this one girl,” Hamzah’s voice is smooth, almost casual, but there’s a sharpness to it that makes your stomach twist. “She was so crazy, man. Always checking up on me, obsessing over everything I did. It was like she couldn’t breathe unless she knew what I was doing every second of the day, and I’m like ‘oh my god, you’re delusional, you’re like actually crazy’”

The audience laughs in the chat, Hamzah still chuckling along to his own words, the sound grating in your ears. He continues, the words pouring out like venom, each one cutting deeper. “It was pathetic, really. I mean, who needs that kind of shit? Always making everything about her, so desperate for attention. It was exhausting.”

You stare at the screen, frozen in place. He doesn’t say your name, but the description is unmistakable. It’s you he’s talking about. He’s mocking you in front of thousands of listeners, turning your pain into a joke for entertainment. The humiliation burns through you like acid, your chest tightening as you try to process the betrayal.

How could he do this? The thought echoes in your mind as you replay the clip, hoping—praying—that you misheard, that it isn’t as bad as it seems. But each time, the words hit just as hard, confirming what you already know deep down.

It’s about you.

That evening, you find yourself outside Hamzah’s apartment, the anger and hurt building with every step. You shouldn’t be here. You should be walking away, cutting ties with him for good. But the pull is too strong, the need for answers too overwhelming to ignore.

You take a deep breath and knock on the door, your heart pounding in your chest. A few moments later, the door swings open, and there he is, standing in the doorway with that familiar half-smile that always makes your resolve falter.

“Hey,” he says casually, as if nothing’s wrong. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” you echo, incredulous. You can’t believe he’s acting like everything is normal. “What the hell, Hamzah? I saw your podcast.”

His expression doesn’t change, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—annoyance, maybe? He steps aside, letting you in without a word. You walk into the apartment, the tension between you crackling like static electricity.

Once the door is closed, you round on him, unable to hold back any longer. “How could you say those things? You were talking about me, weren’t you?”

Hamzah leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. He looks at you with a mixture of boredom and impatience, like you’re a child throwing a tantrum. “You’re seriously mad about that?” he asks, his tone dripping with condescension. “It wasn’t even about you. You’re overreacting.”

Your jaw drops. “Overreacting? Hamzah, you described me exactly! How can you stand there and pretend it wasn’t about me?”

He sighs, as if you’re exhausting him just by being here. “Not everything is about you, you know. It was just a story. You’re being paranoid.”

“Paranoid?” The word struck a nerve. “You made me sound like some kind of obsessive psycho! And you did it in front of all your listeners. How am I supposed to feel?”

“Maybe if you didn’t act so crazy, you wouldn’t think it was about you,” he snaps back, his voice growing colder. “But of course, you have to make this a big deal. It’s always the same with you—blowing everything out of proportion.”

The anger that had been simmering inside you starts to boil over. “I’m not blowing this out of proportion, Hamzah! You humiliated me in front of everyone, and now you’re trying to gaslight me into thinking I’m the problem?”

He raises an eyebrow, his expression darkening. “Gaslighting? Really? God, you sound so dramatic. I didn’t do anything to you. If you’re feeling hurt, that’s on you, not me.”

Your vision blurs with tears of frustration. “You always do this. You twist things around, make me doubt myself. You make me feel like I’m the one who’s crazy when it’s you who’s hurting me!”

He pushes off the wall and steps closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. “You’re making yourself crazy, always overthinking everything. I can’t even make a joke without you blowing it out of proportion. Maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with me, you wouldn’t be so hurt all the time.”

The words sting like a whip, each one carefully aimed to cut you down. But underneath the cruelty, there’s a flicker of something else—something that makes you hesitate. Is he right? Are you overreacting? Is this all in your head?

You try to stand up for yourself, refusing to let him get away with it this time. “I could tell everyone what you really say to me. How you really treat me. Let them see who you are, you fucking asshole.”

For a moment, Hamzah’s expression shifts to something more serious, almost dangerous. Then he laughs, a cold, unamused sound. “Go ahead,” he says, but there’s a note of challenge in his voice. “They’ll just think you’re crazy. You think anyone would believe you over me?”

The words hit like a punch, but before you can respond, his tone shifts again, softer, more calculated. He reaches out, brushing your hair back from your face, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But why would you want to do that? I care about you. You know that, right? I love you sweetheart”

You freeze, your breath catching in your throat. He loves you? He’s never said that before. The word hangs between you, filling the space with something heavy and confusing. You want to believe him so badly, want to believe that this is real, that he really does love you and that it’s not just another manipulation.

“Do you really mean that?” you ask, your voice trembling with hope and doubt.

His gaze locks onto yours, intense and unreadable. “Of course I do, my love. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

And just like that, the fight drains out of you. You feel yourself softening under his gaze, the anger and hurt melting away as you let yourself believe him, even if every rational part of you is screaming that this is just another way to control you.

Before you can think it through, he pulls you into a kiss, his lips pressing against yours with a possessiveness that leaves no room for argument. It’s a kiss that demands your compliance, that tells you without words that this is how things are going to be.

You kiss him back, the desperate hope that he means it overpowering everything else. The world narrows down to just the two of you, the familiar heat flaring between you, erasing the lines between right and wrong, pain and pleasure.

Hamzah’s hands are on you, pulling you closer, his touch rougher than before, as if to remind you of who’s in control. And you let him, because it’s easier to give in than to fight. Easier to lose yourself in the physical connection than to face the reality of what’s happening.

He guides you to the bed, the tension between you shifting from anger to something more primal. As your body responds to his, you feel a strange mix of relief and shame when he whispers in your ear, "Good." The words send a shiver down your spine, both comforting and unsettling, reinforcing the power he holds over you.

The arguments, the hurtful words, the public humiliation-they all fade into the background as your bodies come together, as you let him take what he wants from you, hoping that maybe this time, it'll be enough to keep him.

Afterward, Hamzah lies behind you, his arm draped possessively over your waist. You feel his breath warm against the back of your neck as he cuddles into you, pulling you closer. His lips find your hair, pressing soft kisses into it, as if to soothe the pain he's caused. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your hair, the words both soothing and confusing. Then, with a soft, almost vulnerable tone, he adds, "I love you." The tenderness in his actions and words contrasts sharply with the cruelty he's shown, leaving your emotions even more tangled.

But deep down, you know it won't be enough. The cycle will continue, the pain and the passion intertwined, feeding off each other in a toxic dance that neither of you can escape.

And as you lie there in the dark, Hamzah's arm tightening around you, you wonder how much longer you can keep doing this. How much more of yourself you can give away before there's nothing left.

But for now, you close your eyes and let yourself be consumed by him, by the illusion that this is love with hamzah, even if it's killing you.

[idwt-money]

Sleepless Nights

MDNI 18+

1.5k words, Noah Sebastian x fem!reader

CW: unprotected sex, oral sex (fem rec), slight spit play(??), tiny bit of aggression

“Fuck, Noah..” whispers were almost silent in the room. Words that wouldn’t be remembered in the morning. 

It was ungodly hours in the morning and it was the first night Noah was back from tour. He would usually be dead asleep, snoring and mumbling in his sleep by now but you made this tour…especially excruciating. 

You would send him pictures of yourself in new lingerie while he was away, forcing him to jerk off in a tiny tour bus bathroom. Having to be dead silent due to the, quite literal, paper-thin walls of said tour bus. 

You hadn’t been able to help but giggle to yourself when this happened. He would send you texts back almost immediately. Something along the lines of “I’m going to fuck you until your head is spinning.”

You had never held him to his words as he was usually a shy boy. Although this behavior was unusual, you didn't think much of it. You figured he had gained confidence over the phone. 

Once he had actually gotten home, he almost immediately pinned you against the wall of your shared home and took you like a rabid animal.

It took you by surprise, really. Usually you were the one to initiate, but this was nothing you were complaining about. 

And here you are now, ass up and Noah having no mercy on your poor body.

“What baby? Didn’t think I meant what I said in those texts did you?” His words were sparse between grunts and huffs from all the pleasure his touched starved cock was receiving in the moment. 

He knew you couldn’t respond, not only because your sentence would just be a string of moans and pathetic whimpers, but also due to the fact he had a fist full of your hair, pushing your face into the duvet.

God, you wished and hoped that he would turn you over so you could see how devilishly sinful he looked. 

That thought lasted maybe 30 seconds when Noah slapped your ass, with much force, bringing you close to your first orgasm of the night. 

You didn’t have to say anything, Noah knew your body better than you did. Your legs began to shake, your pussy tightened around him and your muffled cries and pleas were becoming louder by the second. 

“Give it to me. I want it now.” 

With Noah’s permission you let your orgasm rip through you like lightning bolts. It made your vision go blurry before you shut your eyes. 

It dozed through you before coming to an end. You had never gone for so long without an orgasm caused by your lover.

You both were highschool sweethearts and up until the tour, you hadn’t gone even an entire 2 weeks without seeing each other, let alone fuck. 

With no words shared, Noah moved you onto your back and thank god he did. He looked just as you imagined. His hair was messy and falling in his face due to the utterly unforgiving thrusts he had been fucking into you. 

“There’s my pretty girl. So so good for giving yourself to me.” His voice was ridden with a tone somewhere between lust and love. He had slowed his thrusts, just long enough to give you a kiss to your lips. It was messy and unfathomably pussy throbbing. Your tongues were swirling around each other as if they were dancing to an unheard beat. Saliva was starting to pool down your chin but when he pulled away, you couldn’t be bothered to wipe it away. Noah grabbed your legs, pulled you closer and went at an unrelenting pace. You knew he was close but not this close. 3 or 4 thrusts later he was letting curse words leave his lips and he spilled his load onto your stomach. 

His chest heaved and gasped for air as he milked his cock for the remains of his orgasm. The words he was growling out seemed to have come somewhere deep within his diaphragm. Almost like he was on stage screaming for thousands of people. Neither of you cared about how loud you were being or if any of the neighbors had heard you. In this very moment, it was just you two. 

You had made eye contact before watching him sink to his knees, off of the bed and dive into your pussy like it was a divine meal meant for the gods. The wet noises coming from Noah’s mouth immediately sent your two hands into his hair. No matter how nasty you two fucked, he always treated your pussy like his last meal on earth, being sure to treasure every lick, slurp and gulp. 

“Oh fuck, Noah” When he wrapped your lips around your already sensitive clit, it caused your body to jolt. Your thighs clenched around his head and your fingers to pull at his hair. 

Grunts escaped his mouth, his now being muffled due to the position you had him trapped in. In which only caused you more pleasure. The vibrations of his now low moans made your mind foggy. You started to take it into your own hands and grind against his tongue. 

Noah seemingly didn’t like the idea of you taking charge and left a hefty slap to your thigh. 

“We’re doing this at the pace I want. I waited far too fuckin’ long to taste you. I am in charge. Understand?” His voice was low and husky, causing a rush of wetness straight to your pussy. You nodded, thinking it would give him satisfaction of an answer. It didn’t.

“Use your fucking words y/n” He had a look of the slightest irritation written on it. 

“Yes sir.” Your words were quiet but it did the job as he went back down, taking long, thoughtful strokes to your clit. Your mouth fell open and your eyes collapsed closed, taking in nothing the warm, wet feeling of his devilish tongue. 

Noah could genuinely go on forever between your legs, he, a couple times, had gone until you were crying and his jaw was sore. It was almost like he enjoyed watching you squirm and shake due to his tongue rather than actually fucking you. 

Your moans had now gone high pitched, and the once slow, languid licks of his tongue were now fast and on the borderline of being dangerous. 

“Baby- oh fuck! Please keep going. I’m so so so close!” You once again rested your hands in his hair as a poor excuse to try and ground yourself. 

Noah didn’t say a word, instead giving you silent praise by swirling his tongue around your clit.

Another orgasm crashed into you and it was almost debilitating. 

Your eyes had rolled to the back of your head, Noah brought you in closer with a grasp on your hips and you were spent. 

He pulled away, licking his lips and slightly cleaning the mess your cunt had made dripping down his chin.

“You taste like heaven itself. Holy shit.” He said in disbelief.

He climbed atop of you and shared a chaste kiss with you, venturing his way down your neck. He left small bites and small hickies here and there, in some sort of proof you were his and no one else could ever have you in the way he does.

Despite what Noah had planned in his own world, you went against it and forced him to lay down, now hovering over his cock.as you sunk down onto him, his nails sunk into your hips. 

You softly grinded down onto him, throwing your head back and biting your lip as an attempt to stop yourself from smiling too big.

Once you got comfortable on top of him, you situated your legs and started to bounce up and down on his cock. Noah was now being more vocal with curses, groans, huffs, grunts. Whatever his body could do to help the overpowering sensation of pleasure.

This time, you weren’t worried about achieving your own orgasm but wanted to pull one more out of Noah before you both were too tired. 

“Come on handsome. I know you got it in you, give it to me.”

Noah had an undeniable thing for praise and encouragement in these situations, contrary to popular belief. 

“Mhm, just like that, just like that. Shit!” His voice was worn out now, giving it more of a soft moan rather than his previous growls.

Within seconds he was unfolding in front of your eyes, his breathing became shallow and his eyes were pinched closed, focusing on getting him to topple over the edge of pure bliss. As his mouth fell open, he released everything into you. As he came, his grip on your hips dug deeper and you wouldn’t have been surprised if you had bruises the next day. 

As soon as he was done with his orgasm, you toppled over onto his chest, even though you were dirtied with his previous orgasm. He softly rubbed your back as he whispered soft words of adoration to you. 

Soon enough helped you clean off what mess he made in your rendezvous earlier. Once you were in bed, you made a small conversation consisting of how much you missed him while he was away from you.

[practically-an-x-man]

"What is a 'slay queen', and why did they just call me that?"

Prompt idea for you

Oooooh this is an Eris prompt if I've ever seen one

____ This Time It's Not So Literal

Word Count: 1.5k Content Warnings: none really, it's pretty cute ____

"This goes against everything I stand for," Eris grumbled, his fingers twitching for his spear. He didn't have it with him, regrettably, and their restless fingers found the fabric of their skirt instead.

"You look great, though," Rick offered, glancing down from their right side. Eris shrugged, fighting hard not to feel uncomfortable with the clothing.

She ran her hands down the front of her sundress, smoothing down the fabric. It was dark red, the color of old blood, and the fabric rippled loosely around her legs as she walked. His arms were bare, showing off their array of freckles and scars. At least it had pockets. He had a knife, only about three inches long and sheathed in a leather case, tucked into one of them.

God, he wanted his spear.

"A thousand years, and I've never worn a dress for longer than a few minutes," he muttered, "I guarantee it."

"I'll have to take your word for it." Rick said, a faint smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, "You don't like dresses?"

"It's not that I don't like them, I just..." Eris huffed, taking loose fistfuls of their skirt for emphasis, "How the hell are you supposed to fight in this? I mean, it's got movement, but there's just so much fabric. It gets in the way, someone could grab it... it's a hazard. It's just as bad as wearing a cape."

"Point of today's that we shouldn't have to do any fighting," Rick pointed out, "Besides, I'm sure you'll just cut that skirt off if we happen to run into something."

"Damn right I will."

"Besides, all I said was to pick a disguise," he added a moment later, "Why pick a dress if you don't want to wear it?"

"Because it's pretty," Eris sighed, taking an extra step to make the fabric ripple a little more dramatically, "And I didn't think it through at the time."

They were approaching a fountain, spitting jets of water high into the air, and Eris hopped up easily onto the low concrete wall surrounding it. If nothing else, it was a lovely day for espionage, and a lovely park to spend it in. The grass was green and the sun was high, and their dress seemed to shine like a jewel when it caught the right light. He kept finding Rick's eyes on him- much more than usual, for whatever reason.

She walked along the edge of the fountain with loose, casual steps, letting her eyes scan the scene ahead of her. Rick was squinting. Eris wasn't. Her eyes were a lot darker than his were, after all. She was built for bright summer days like this. Under the warm sunlight, her skin practically glowed.

"He's on the other side of the park," he said, his voice light and casual, "Down by the water. Feeding the ducks."

"Hm. Looks like we'll be having ourselves a little picnic, then," Rick replied, lifting the basket in his other hand, "If we want to be close enough to listen, that is. Good thing I came prepared."

"I'm starting to think this is all by design," Eris said, their smile flashing bright as they looked down at him. Standing on the edge of the fountain, it was one of the rare occasions she stood taller than him. The backsplash of the water sent a cool, gentle mist over her skin, and she allowed herself to bask into the feeling for a moment or two.

"Yeah? What design's that?"

"I think our target's a ruse." he said in the same faintly amused tone of voice, "I think you set this up so you could court me."

"It's a very real target, darlin'. Straight from Waller's list." Rick responded, glancing from Eris down to the other side of the park, "The fact that I opted to catch him here, though... alright, maybe that was me."

He lifted his free hand up to them, palm up in invitation. Eris just stared at it for a moment or two.

"Rick Flag, are you seriously suggesting I hold your hand?"

"We're s'posed to be a couple."

"We are a couple." Eris pointed out with a shrug, "By most modern definitions. Aren't we?"

"I mean we're s'posed to look like a couple." he corrected, though his fingers twitched like he was about to withdraw his hand. It did look a little awkward there, held up in an unacknowledged invitation like that. Rick shrugged. "I'll let go if it looks like there'll be a fight. I promise."

It was the same reason she wasn't very fond of hugs. One hand devoted to holding onto someone else's was one hand out of use in an emergency. Or even worse - not that they thought they were in danger of this with Rick - that someone could get a more dangerous hold on her, like a bear hug with a knife to her throat, with just a well-timed tug. Besides, he was on their right side- their dominant side. The side where her only weapon was tucked into her pocket.

It was... unsafe.

Eris sighed and placed her hand in his own. Rick beamed so brightly it looked like a second sun. It made something flutter deep within her.

Still holding Rick's hand, he hopped off the edge of the fountain and smiled at the way it made his skirt float out around him. His feet hit the ground, sandals scratching against the pavement, and they couldn't resist twirling themself around Rick's hand. It made their dress flare out, rippling like soft red flower petals on the surface of a pond.

"Slay, queen!" A passer-by called out, drawing Eris' eye. The stranger was tall, with multicolored hair and a panting terrier on a leash trotting out ahead of them. Eris' brow furrowed, and she tilted her head at the stranger, but they'd already shifted focus.

"Rick?"

"Hm?"

"What is a 'slay queen', and why did they just call me that?" Eris asked, rather bluntly. Rick let out a strained cough, poorly disguising a laugh.

"It's a good thing, doll. It, ah, it means they like your dress." he said, clearly biting back a smile, "That was kind of cute, that thing you did there."

Their expression darkened at his use of the word cute, but Rick seemed undeterred. He reached over, managing some kind of... maneuver that ended with his arm across Eris' shoulders, and lightly tugged her in against his side. It was far too smooth for him to be annoyed. The clever moves always got him.

"You're not allowed to be so charming, cowboy." they told him. They could feel Rick chuckle from beside them.

"Yeah? Why not?"

"It's... unbecoming of me."

"Unbecoming?" he teased, "I know you know more modern slang than that."

"Sometimes the old words work best." Eris pointed out, then twisted around to press their knuckle into the space between his ribs. It couldn't have hurt, but it made Rick squirm a little. "And you're changing the subject."

"Which is?"

"Which is stop it." she huffed, "I think you're starting to forget who I am."

"You are a thousand-year-old metahuman who claims to be war incarnate, and I believe it. You've got so much blood on your hands, you could make your own damn ocean. I didn't forget that, hon," Rick said, then shrugged, "I just don't care. Believe it or not, wartime, you're not the first bloodthirsty meta I've spent time with."

"You're gonna regret that when you get your throat slit before your fortieth birthday."

"I'm forty-three." he drawled, then fired her another bright grin, "And maybe I'll live to be ninety, and you'll be holdin' my hand at my deathbed when I kick it. You'd made a pretty last sight, doll, I gotta say."

Eris scoffed and ducked their head, refusing to let him see the way they flushed.

"I thought I told you to stop that."

"I thought you'd learned by now that I don't listen," Rick fired back, grinning at her. The sun brought out a few different colors in his eyes, their usual muddy gold-hazel blooming into a surprisingly vivid green around the edges. Eris held his gaze for a moment or two longer than she really needed to. She always thought he had such interesting eyes. Almost.... lion-like, in a way.

Rick's arm tightened around their shoulders in a bizarre little side-hug. Shit. He'd noticed the staring. He didn't seem to care, but he'd noticed.

"Where's the target?" Eris muttered, craning his neck to look past Rick's broad frame. He thought he saw a glimmer of amusement pass over Rick's face, but it was gone with the mention of the mission at hand.

"Still feeding the ducks," he replied, then lifted the basket still held loosely in his other hand, "Should we get on with our picnic, then?"

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RACE TO YOUR HEART (f) (hc) 4 parts it wasn't your intention to get roped between the two racecar drivers, but you just so happened to catch both of their eyes. from their view of you in the audience to the road, their gaze never faltered. which boy would be able to win the race to your heart?

SMAUS ꒱

accidental confessions texts (f) national girlfriend day texts (f)

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Worried

Kol Mikaelson x Daughter!Reader

Word Count- 1.5k

Warnings- Swearing, underage drinking, Kol being a little jerk

Request- i was wondering if you can write a kol x daughter!reader where the reader goes to a party and tries to sneak behind kols back but he finds out then also figures out she has a boyfriend!

“Dude, are you sure your dad won’t mind?” Lulu said from beside you.

“Ya. I mean mom’s on some witchy retreat and Dad’s losing his mind without her, so I just told him I’m hanging with a couple friends.” Lulu gave me a nervous stare.

“Don’t worry about it, ok. What’s wrong? You think he’s going to find out and then eat you?” She gives me a death stare as she rolls her eyes.

“Bro. You aren't human here.” I just laugh and nudge her shoulder.

“It’s going to be ok. Alright?” Lulu just nods her head, “Now let’s get to this party!”

Walking into the house I’m met with the overwhelming smell of weed and B.O. My eyes graze over the crowd of people in the living room dancing. Well, if you want to call it dancing, as it looks more like a bunch of pubescent teens groping each other.

“Hey guys!!!” I turn around to see Lulu’s girlfriend Molly. Her short black hair, and clothes are messed up, which I can guess is from the dancing she’s been doing all night. The party invite originally came from Molly. Lulu is the type to rather stay in and talk about the long term effects of teenage drinking, while her girlfriend is the type to be the one drinking. How they found each other is still a surprise and mystery to me. But I’ve never met a couple more made for each other. Other than my parents. Or Aunt Hayley and Uncle Elijah. Or Aunt Beks and Uncle Mar. Ok, and Aunt Keelin and Aunt Freya.

“Took you guys long enough to get here!,” I can smell the alcohol on Molly’s breath as she yells in our faces. “Come on, let's go get drinks!” Molly quickly grabs our hands and starts dragging us but I pull back.

“You guys go ahead, I’m going to go find Y/BF/N!” Molly just gives me a drunken thumbs up with her empty hand and a big smile. While Lulu mouths, “be careful.” Which I just return with a smirk. When am I ever not careful? I stood there a moment thinking and realized why she would get worried. I just shrug my shoulders to myself as I push past the kids around me trying to find my boyfriend.

“Y/N!” A voice sounds over the loud music behind me and I turn to see Y/BF/N. A large smile comes onto my face as I walk over to him. As I get to him he opens his arms and welcomes me into a large embrace.

“I didn’t think you were going to show.” He says as he lets me out of his arms and moves his hands down to the sides of waist.

“Well the way Lulu kept looking at me, I didn’t think I’d end up making it either.” I slightly laugh as I look over and see Molly dragging Lu to the dance floor, and I quite literally mean dragging. Lu looks like she’d rather be staked in the heart than be here. But we both know that as much as she hates parties, she loves Molly more.

“And what about your dad? Is he ok with this?” I just roll my eyes at the fact that even though he doesn’t know what my dad truly is he’s still terrified of him.

“Yes, he’s fine with it.” I told him. I’m about to ask him if he wants to grab a drink but seeing the way the smile on his face drops when he looks behind me, I quickly turn around to meet the dark brown of my father’s. And instantly my heart drops in my chest.

“No he’s not fine with it.” My dad says as he gives a death stare to Y/BF/N. I turn to see Y/BF/N practically shitting bricks. His hands were long gone from my waist.

“Um, hello Mr. Mikaelson. My names Y/BF/N. Y/N has told me a lot about you.” My dad's eyes trail up and down his body and I can practically see the smoke coming from his ears.

“Well isn’t that funny? Because I haven’t heard anything about you.” I go to interject but he stops me with a glare.

“Y/N, we’re leaving. Let’s go.” I wanted to refuse but by the way people are starting to stare. I think it’d be a better idea to get the pissed off Original away from a crowded room of people. I quickly apologize to Y/BF/N and follow my dad out the door.

As soon as we get to the end of the driveway I turn to my dad.

“What the hell was that dad?” I yell. My dad looks at me with an incredulous look.

“Are you kidding me, Y/N? First I find you missing from your friend's house and then Rebekah tells me that she helped you do your hair for some party! So I find a party full of drunk teenagers and find some hooligan grabbing my daughter!”

“That hooligan dad was my boyfriend! And you practically just scared the living shit out of him back there. And not even mentioning how embarrassing it is for my dad to come and pick me up from a party surrounded by all my friends!”

My dad just rolls his eyes as he walks to the driver’s side of the car.

“Get in.”

I just scoff as I start walking away.

“Where are you going Y/N?” My dad yells from behind me.

“I’ll walk home.” I hear the car door slam and wait for the car to start but am surprised when my father appears in front of me.

“So you’ll walk home in the dark. Where you could possibly get eaten. But, you won’t get in the car with your father?”

“Yes,” I walk around him and continue walking, “and also I’m a witch I can protect myself.”

I continue walking and don’t hear my father until I hear a huff and footsteps.

“Well, if you’re walking then so am I.”I just ignore him and keep walking.

Fifteen or so minutes have passed since we started walking and I haven’t said anything to my dad. Which I can tell is getting to him. I may be the daughter but he’s the child in this family. And when a child is ignored, they get bratty.

I watch as my dad picks up the stick in front of him and turns to me. I narrow my eyes as he points the stick at me.

“Listen here girly, I’m going to give you two choices. Either you answer me or I’ll use the stick.” I just roll my eyes at his behavior and keep walking.

I start to walk a few feet when I feel something hit my calf. I whip around and see my dad looking up to the sky with a sly smirk on his face. The stick is being held behind his back. I just shake my head and keep walking.

Maybe 20 seconds go by before I feel the stick poke itself on my back. The only difference when I turned around this time was that my father wasn’t hiding the fact that he was the one poking me. I looked me dead and in the eyes and took the stick and placed it only on my head. I just stare at him, I’m not going to give him the benefit of knowing he can make me laugh.

I just keep walking, which I notice gives my dad even more motivation to get me to break.

“Do you want to hear about the time your Uncle Nik got his ass kicked by a bunch of teenagers?” I just sigh and keep walking.

“Or how about the time your dad embarrassed his daughter in front of all her friends and pissed her off?” I just sigh.

“Ya I think I’ve heard that one before.” I say as I stop.

“Did you hear the part where your dad was really sorry and only did it because he was scared when he couldn’t find his daughter. And the thought that the person he loves the most in the entire world might be in danger makes him feel like he’s being daggered all over again.”

I turn to my dad to see him staring at me. I look at him sadly before wrapping my hands around him in a hug.

“I’m sorry dad.”

I feel his arms wrap around me tighter and he presses a kiss to my forehead.

“I’m sorry too, kid. I may be a thousand years old. But this parenting thing might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

“I’m sorry Dad, for not telling you. I didn’t realize you would be so scared. I’m sorry that you have to worry about me.” My dad's eyebrows furrow as he looks at me.

“Hey, don’t ever apologize for that. I’m your dad, it’s my job to worry about you. And I wouldn’t change that for the world. I love being your dad. And I love you.” I hugged him again.

“I love you too dad. And if you wanted to, I’d really like to hear that story about Uncle Nik getting his ass kicked.”

@daylightmikaelson

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Sad that there aren’t many geochalex fics around. Thanks for reccing the ones you did!

Can you recommend any good geolex, chalex or george/charles (do they have a ship name?)

haha .. hey anon jfwkjewnf sorry for leaving this for like (starts counting on my fingers) nearly a month 😳 i unfortunately have a goldfish memory and keep forgetting to come back to this lmao but HERE I AM. i would rec more bc there are a lot of fics out there (esp for galex) but i’m a super picky reader and also none of these are recent bc uh . i actually haven’t been reading a lot of fics for these pairings jdfjn i’m on a bit of a mega rarepair kick rn oops also i’m rambling now sorry anyway !! i need to shut up. fics under the cut

galex

a thousand bad times by wonderlandz

(rated m, 1.2k words, just .. porn. idk what else to tell u)

play me like a violin by whitewolfcraft

(rated e, 1.9k words, also straight up porn. sorry. this one has a choking kink tho it was hot as fuck)

something a bit dodgy by singlemalter

(rated m, 1k words, it’s all been smut so far SORRY but this one’s cute)

you and me till the end of time by alltimecharlo

(rated g, 28k words, multichap, KID FIC ! single dad george n preschool teacher alex, literally the cutest shit ever it had me punching my walls)

chalex

and you're mine to keep, the light in my darkness by lovelylittlelion

(rated g, 3.1k words, established relationship, 5+1, v cute i love domestic fluff every once in a while)

gone straight to my head by falsetto

(rated e, 7.6k words, sex pollen, technically alex/lily but like just read it i swear it’s so good and funny and brilliant i love this fic so much, LITERALLY my fav chalex fic and easily in my top 10 fav f1 fics lmao)

when we dance by rudesse

(rated e, 1.5k words, top charles but in big fat heavy quotation marks dkjfng you’ll see what i mean)

geochal

and i just wanted you to know that this is me trying (and maybe i don't quite know what to say) by corrinsfav

(rated g, 3.7k words, post-sakhir hurt/comfort, this one’s v sweet & intimate but i if you think about it you can read this from a non-romantic angle too and that’s really nice, i love fics that can be interpreted both ways)

goûter à tes délices by pronoe

(rated m, 1.5k words, pwp again lol but semi-public flavored)

swim in your stories (and be pulled down by their tide) by partywitharichzombie

(rated t, 5.7k words, LOVE me a good band au n this one’s real neat, love the characterizations too)

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some with arrows, some with traps

james potter/lily evans | 31k words | complete

much ado about nothing, but make it jily and texting and muggle AU

Then: James Potter was a beloved child star and the lead of a popular YA franchise. Lily Evans was just getting her big break as his romantic lead in the third installment. While their chemistry got rave reviews, if the rumors are to be believed the two actors can barely stand to be in the same room together.

Now: Lily’s paid her dues and ten years later she’s the most in-demand actress in Hollywood. And James...after back-to-back flops at the box office, he’s just looking for a break and a chance to prove he is the amazing actor everyone thought he was going to be.

with a big cake, happy birthday

james potter/lily evans | 1.5k words | complete

some with arrows, some with traps companion piece

It wasn’t an ideal way to spend a birthday, that was for sure.  Sure on television the Oscars looked so glamorous.  But, in reality, it just meant you had to wake up early to be poked and prodded, and sometimes quite literally sewn into a suit, and spend several hours without food.  Of course, if things had gone a little differently, James might have enjoyed his evening a bit more.

love, james

james potter/lily evans | 6k+ words | 7/20 (updating bi-weekly)

love, rosie, but make it jily. written for the jilytoberfest 2023 rom-com event | magic AU

james likes lily. and lily likes james. how the hell did it get so complicated? | 

london is lonely 

james potter/lily evans | 18k+ words | 10/?

someone left a note on my car last week asking me to coffee, so I ignored the text and made it jily | muggle AU

Hi.

I realize this may come off as horribly creepy, but I saw you heading into Sainsbury’s and thought you were cute.

If you’d like to get coffee, here’s my number

+44 7700 900058

James (the guy who parked next to you)

the girls of london is lonely || the boys of london is lonely

laundry day

james potter/lily evans | 10k words | complete

Shreya asked how the hogwarts laundry works and things got out of hand.

No matter how much time Lily Evans spent in the magical world, there were just some things she’d never understand. The laundry at Hogwarts being one of them.

with funny glasses and lots of fizz

james potter/lily evans | 3k words | complete

A new year's gift for Devyn.

'Twas the night before new year's and all through the house James Potter was frantically searching for a partner to waltz.

champagne problems

james potter/lily evans | 8.5k words | 2/3

the first of many vignettes based around taylor swift’s albums folklore and evermore, AU

Summoning the courage of thousands of Gryffindors before him, James sank to his right knee and pulled the unassuming black velvet box from his pocket. The room around them faded into warm shapes and colours. James didn’t know if Sirius had paused the music or if he’d gone temporarily deaf. It was only the two of them, James thrusting his mum’s ring out towards Lily and Lily looking at James with a bemused sort of grin.

After several long moments, or maybe a half an hour, or possibly several days, Lily spoke.

“James, let’s - we should talk.”

It was supposed to be perfect.

hope is a dangerous thing (for a woman like me to have)

ginny weasley/harry potter | 26.5k + words | 7/?

ginny weasley’s 6th year at hogwarts

As soon as they found Dumbledore’s body, some unconscious part of Ginny knew that their relationship would have to end. She knew Harry, who’d lost so many people, couldn’t bear to put her in danger. She understood his reasoning, in fact, if she were in the same position, she might even do the same. But, it wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t she go with them and help take down Voldemort. She, after all, was the closest link to Tom after Harry, having spent a year entwined with his teenage self.

glad he’s gone

ginny weasley & lavender brown | 2.8k words | complete

an unexpected conversation between unlikely allies

Of all the things Lavender could have been crying over, Ginny had not expected this. Granted, she knew Ron wanted to end things with Lavender just as much as she’d wanted to end things with Dean. But, she supposed she was a bit preoccupied with her own public break-up to notice Ron’s first romance imploding a mere few feet away. She briefly wondered if Lavender was just as oblivious to her relationship ending as Ginny was to her’s.

love it if we made it

ginny weasley/harry potter | 4.7k words | complete

ginny and harry reunite after the battle of hogwarts

And it all came crashing back. Harry, Ron, and Hermione returning to Hogwarts. The Order coming to fight. Spells being shot back and forth. Hogwarts crumbling from within, but also fighting back. Voldemort and his army of death swarming the castle. Fred. Remus. Tonks. Harry, dead. Harry, not dead. Bellatrix. And then Voldemort and Harry, facing each other in the Great Hall, where Ginny had eaten every meal during the school year with her friends. Voldemort falling. They’d won. The war was over.

spontaneous & romantic

scorpius malfoy/rose weasley | 1.9k words | complete

scorpius surprises rose

“Well, when I hear things at my window, my first thought isn’t often, ‘oh, how sweet my boyfriend is throwing pebbles at my window,’” I said giggling.

thank you @thequibblah​ for tagging me to reblog my master list, which is when I realized I did not have a masterlist, so here we are (yes, I started my fanfiction journey writing scorose)

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Based on this anonymous request: Congrats on 1.5k followers!! Your writing is so good and I absolutely love the way you write Spencer! I think you really understand the character and you portray him so well! I also really love the little blurbs you are writing and I wanted to ask if you could do something with 2 from fluff (Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?) and 16 from kisses (Kisses Meant To Distract the other) and maybe 17 (kiss on top of the head)? Or just write whatever you want, I'm gonna love it anyway ♡

This is the sweetest, I do not deserve such kindness; thank you for the request, darling xx 

2.“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

16. Kisses meant to distract the other

17. Kiss on top of the head

Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader

Category: a lil angst and a lotta fluff

TW: mentions of suicide by cop (typical CM unsub stuff)

This is my favorite one so far and it’s also the shortest so far in this challenge - it’s only 1056 words! Amazing! Anyway, I hope you like this one and I love you all xx 

Filling out case files is a deceptively difficult task. There are far harder aspects of working for the BAU. Physically going after unsubs comes to mind, solving the crime is another, but the case paperwork that comes with a case is a part of the job that doesn’t seem like it will be difficult until it actually has to be done. It’s the team’s least favorite part of the job by far. Especially yours, a fact which Spencer hates. With his eidetic memory and ability to read 20,000 words per minute, case work is never quite the task it is for everyone else. You’re a bit too proud to allow him to take on any of your paperwork even though he’s told you a thousand times that he truly doesn’t mind and he gets his done quickly anyway, but you still won’t let him. Something about ‘not wanting to just use him for his mind’, as if he had any doubts about your actual affection for him. You are, without a doubt in his mind, the best girlfriend in the world. And he hates how viscerally you get invested in case reports. 

Paperwork is clinical for most people, including Spencer, but he knows that you see it slightly differently. Your investment isn’t a bad thing, if anything it proves that you are one of the most tenderhearted human beings Spencer has ever had the pleasure to meet, but it makes filling out case reports incredibly vexing for you. Even before the two of you began dating, you’d confided in Spencer that you felt as though paperwork made you relive the cases, especially the unsuccessful ones. The team’s most recent case in Kentucky wasn’t...as bad as some of the others, but the unsub had committed suicide by cop, meaning that he’d purposefully threatened an agent (Morgan, as it happened) with a gun so that he’d be gunned down by a cop. It was tragic and affected everybody negatively, but now, watching as you fill out your case report from across the bullpen, Spencer feels as though he can literally see the devastation this is putting you through. And, not to be dramatic, but it’s absolutely killing him inside. He finished his case report almost an hour ago and he’s watched you attempt to avoid tears while filling out the paperwork. He knows exactly what part of the case you’re writing about and he knows that it’s destroying your sweet little soul. But, he also knows that that means that you’re almost done. And, indeed, as you finish up your case report, you push back from your desk, wipe your eyes and stand, taking your file to Hotch’s office. 

Fairly quickly, he rushes to the kitchenette, grabbing two mugs and filling them with coffee, making one for himself and one for you. His knack for timing pays off when he practically meets you at your desk with the mug of coffee. You give him a tight-lipped smile in response and he kisses you on top of the head as he hands off the coffee, but the quirk of your lips, still shut tight to avoid crying again gives him pause, a second phase of this pick-me-up plan forming quickly in his mind. 

You turn to sit back at your desk, pulling one of your knees up to your chest as you sit. Spencer sits his coffee on your desk and walks away returning a moment later with his own chair. He still says nothing as he sets it next to yours and sits down, wrapping his arm around your raised leg, resting his hand atop your knee, his fingers rubbing small circles onto it. You stare at him for a few seconds, a little shocked at this behavior. Spencer doesn’t look at you immediately, though, sipping from his coffee and continuing to rub circles onto your kneecap. It’s not that he isn’t affectionate, if anything, Spencer is rather doting in his treatment of you, but neither of you tend to show this much affection at work. He finally meets your eyes and gives you a small smile before pressing a kiss onto your knee. A small tear escapes from your eyes and Spencer removes his hand from your knee, reaching out to wipe your cheek. He rests his chin on your knee, keeping eye contact with you as he rubs over the top of your thigh with one hand, the other rubbing tiny circles over your ankle, just under the hem of your trousers, shushing you gently. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice thick with unshed tears.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about, Y/N,” Spencer replies quietly.

Your lips quirk to the side, as you clearly try to keep your tears at bay, “I’m sorry I’m such an emotional cry baby-”

“If by ‘emotional cry baby’,” Spencer interrupts, “you mean ‘the sweetest woman in the entire world’, that’s still not a reason to apologize.” You pout adorably, now clearly trying not to smile. 

“You’re too nice to me,” you whisper, a gentle blush growing on your cheeks.

“I’m not,” he disagrees, happy that your voice sounds a tad lighter. “I love you; if anything I’m not nice enough. Is that why you’re blushing?” He doesn’t even try to hide his teasing smirk as your blush goes a deeper shade and your smile grows a little bit. You shake your head shyly, looking down at your coffee. Retracting his hand from your ankle, Spencer turns your chin up ever so slightly to face him.

“Is there a reason you’re blushing?” he teases, incredibly self-satisfied that his distraction has worked, at least a little bit. 

You crinkle your nose sweetly before whispering, “You’re never this affectionate at work.” 

“Ah,” Spencer replies, gently pushing your knee down with one hand and taking away your coffee with the other, placing it on your desk. You open your mouth to say something, shocked at his sudden action, but you’re cut off by Spencer leaning over, grabbing your face, and kissing you fully on the mouth. You’re so taken aback that it takes you a few seconds to reciprocate. Spencer finally pulls back, thrilled to see a smile adorning your features in the wake of his kiss. 

“I would do just about anything to make you smile, sweet girl.”

~~~

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Tell Me You Want Me

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: You play truth or shot with Harry, Mitch, and Sarah backstage and things get a little out of hand.

Warning(s): drinking, jealous!h, fluff, talk of sex but nothing explicit, cursing (but what’s new)

A/N: cleaning out my inbox!!!!! @harryskittenxox​ requested: Please can I request a fluffy angst imagine with H where you’re all playing drinking games backstage at one of his shows and he gets protective and jealous - thanks so much! Thank you for requesting this!!! Here’s what I came up with based on this request, so I hope you enjoy it!!!!

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You and Harry have been in a pretty unconventional “relationship” for quite some time now. You’re friends, nothing more than that, but you sleep together. It had started as a way to relieve stress, a way for the two of you to release some steam while also satisfying your needs. It had started as nothing more than meaningless sex.

But now, four months later, you’re touring the world with Harry because he swore to you that he couldn’t go more than a few days without you by his side. Your late night rendezvous with Harry had stopped ending with you sneaking back to your house (or in this case, your hotel room) and progressed to you just spending the night.

As much as you hate to admit it, you’ve become the one that falls for their best friend as they go through a friends with benefits agreement. Regardless of how much you try to deny it, it hits you every single time that you see his face. Coming on tour with him made it ten times worse, as well. Seeing him on stage every night, exuding power and confidence, is going to be the death of you. He just looks so fucking good up there, entertaining thousands of people.

Every night, including tonight, you’ve been there to greet him as he runs offstage. Normally, he’d be high on his adrenaline, and you’d help him calm down and get to bed. Tonight, though, things are a little different. 

As soon as he got off the stage tonight, he flung himself into your arms, letting you hold him for longer than normal. You didn’t really question that, though, just chalking it up to him being a little more affectionate after this show. It’s happened before, so it was easy to decide that was most likely what was happening.

When Sarah and Mitch come over with a bottle of Tequila and shot glasses, however, you know why he’s giving you a little extra attention. He knows that whatever they have planned will lead to a very drunk Harry, and in turn a Harry that’s not able to perform like he normally does. 

It’s not like you really mind, though, you’d rather spend time with Harry getting drunk that having sex that you have to pretend means nothing to you.

“Okay so, since we’re on different floors of the hotel, I figured that we’d just sit here and play truth or shot.” Sarah chirps, smiling wide.

“I haven’t played that since I was a teenager.” Harry drawls, looking over at you and smirking. Why he did so, you have no idea, but you have a feeling that you’ll figure it out at some point soon. 

“Yeah, well, you’re about to play it again. Let’s go!” You follow behind Sarah as she leads you to Harry’s dressing room. There’s a table already set up with four chairs around it, so you make your way to it and take the seat closest to the door. Harry quickly slides into the seat next to you and tries his best to pull you closer to him.

Sarah gives you a look as she sits down, but you just wave her off. There’s no need for her to question anything between you and Harry when there’s not even anything going on. It’s not like he actually has feelings for you, so there’s nothing to discuss. 

“Alright, bitches, I’ll start.” Mitch, surprisingly, speaks up. He waits until Sarah pours the alcohol into each pint tinted shot glass and distributes one to everyone. Clearing his throat, he points at you. “Y/N, what’s up with you and Michael.” 

Of course, Mitch would start with that. Sighing, you pick up the shot glass and throw it back, letting the alcohol burn your throat on it’s way down. You wince slightly as you place the glass down and watch Sarah refill it. 

Harry looks over at you and furrows his brows. Fuck, you forgot to tell Harry about him. Michael wasn’t really anything to you, just a guy that had begun flirting with you at work. He had gone so far as to ask you out a few times but every time that he gives you a time, you already had plans with Harry. You had planned to tell him about Michael if something actually happened, but since nothing had, the only person you had told about him was Sarah (who apparently thought it was a good idea to share with Mitch).

You mouth “later” to him and turn back to Sarah and Mitch. You can feel how stiff Harry’s become next to you, and you can’t figure out why. Maybe he thinks that you’ve been sleeping with Michael and not telling him about it. That would explain why he’s upset, it was in the rules after all. If either of you started seeing someone else, the arrangement was off. Neither one of you were okay with cheating, so you get why he could be reacting the way that he is.

Since you were asked the last question, it’s your turn to ask one. Smirking, you turn to Harry. “So, Styles, when are you putting fans out of their misery and releasing Anna and Medicine?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. He’s still stiff, but you can tell that he’s trying his best to calm himself down. “Probably never.”

You zone out as you watch his lips form around the words. It’s almost sad, really, how fast he can consume your attention. You let your eyes trace his face as subtly as possible until you hear your name being called.

Shaking your head, you look over at Sarah. “Yeah?”

“Harry asked you a question.” Your eyes widen in recognition.

Turning to him, he’s smirking at you. The smirk falls almost immediately once he starts talking, however. “Who’s Michael?”

“H, I said later.” You respond immediately.

“Well I want to know now.” He reason, although he just sounds like a whiny child.

Pushing up from the table, you flash Mitch and Sarah a smile. “Have fun with him, I’m going back to the hotel. I don’t want to play anymore.”

By the time Harry catches up with you, you’re already outside of the venue, pulling out your phone to call an Uber. “Listen I’m sorry, okay? Just, why won’t you tell me who Michael is?”

Scoffing you turn to face him. “Why do you care, Harry? Me and Michael aren’t doing anything, and all me and you do is fuck. So please, tell me why it’s so important.”

He flinches back, like your words physically hurt him. “You think that all you are to me is a fuck?”

Laughing, you run a hand through your hair. “Harry, you’re the one who made the rules. You’re the one who said “this is just sex” so do not pull the “that’s all you think of us?” card.” 

“Yeah, I made the rules because I was fucking scared, okay?” He sighs, taking a step closer to you.

“Scared of what, Harry?” You cross your arms over your chest to block him out. You know that without doing that, his arms would have been around you in just a few moments.

“Of falling in love with you.” He hangs his head as he says the words, and you have to strain to hear them. When you register what he says, you scoff.

“How does that make any sense? Harry, you started a relationship that’s based on being intimate with one another, but you’re scared of falling in love with me? Yeah, okay.” You roll your eyes as you turn away from him and go back to ordering an Uber.

“Okay, listen. I know it sounds stupid, alright? I get it. But I wanted you close. Hell, I still want you close. I just didn’t know how else to do it. It’s not like you’re in love with me.”

Turning on your heel you send him a death glare. “Do not tell me how I feel, Harry. I am so in love with you. I literally can’t get you off my mind, okay? But you’re not making any sense.”

You can’t help but mirror the smile that breaks out on his face. “Listen, just come back to my place, okay? I’ll explain everything there. I know that how I went about it was fucked up, but I love you, and I just want you to be mine.”

Sighing, you slip your phone back into your pocket. “Take me home, H.”

*

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Just a friend from work

Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers

Word count: 1.5k

Summary:  Natasha doesn’t think that she’s dating the blonde woman, and they certainly shouldn’t as well. It’s not professional.

Warning: Protective Yelena, sister conversations, Captain’s bad acting 

(please let me know if there’s any I should add as well)

a/n: Hello! This is my first fanfic written in English for carolnat, and I just love them so much. English is not my mother language so please ignore my grammatical errors lol ! Please do comment if you have any thoughts or questions!

/

“So, how old is he?”

“Who?”

“That guy you’re dating.”

When Yelena started it - whatever it is, the redhead immediately made a full stop for this upcoming conversation.

“No,” Natasha said, half jaded from today’s mission. “Yelena, I already said that we are not gonna talk about this. Not now.”

“Excuse me, you almost got caught in the middle of the frickin’ building just for replying to someone's text.” Her sister’s brown eyes widened in disbelief, “and as your partner, little sister plus, I think I have a full right to know what’s happening.”

Ok, after all of the universal matters. The Snap, The Blip, The Endgame and The Reunion. Natasha let out a sigh. This world may be peaceful enough - almost too peaceful, for her younger sister to dig into her personal life now.

“It was something important from the HQ, ” she finally made something up, trying to convince Yelena. “Some information. Not anyone I’m dating, and I’m not seeing any single guy either.”

This part was sort of a truth.

Natasha wasn’t seeing a guy.

/ Coming back to earth in an hour. - C. /

That’s the reason she punched the bad guys in extra strength today, almost ruining Yelena’s nose as well in some kind of jump-scare situation. Well, Natasha just needed to end this mission. Efficiently. 

She’s expecting a woman with glowing fists.

“You may be the top assassin with excellent lying skills, but you know it’s useless to me.” Yelena teased in a raspy Russian accent, as if she just couldn’t let go of it. 

“I’ll take the compliment.”

“And does that mean you’re actually lying to me?”

Natasha smirked, taking off her suit as she replied to the blonde. “You’re less annoying when you’re still a little girl.”

She tried to pretend nothing actually happened in this present, and that’s what she should do for sure. She’s still an Avenger, reborn in the mysterious deal between Captain Marvel and the Soul Stone keeper after the war. 

Carol was there, shining like stars in the darkest underground. Vormir was a place of exchange, a place where only sacrifice made deals. But when it was about Carol, nothing seemed impossible to make a miracle in her hands. 

-It was easy, you know. I just asked him to return what we had left in that shit place.

-Yeah, I asked him nicely. See this smile? That’s how I got Nat back.

No one believed this story. It didn’t matter anyway, especially when these avengers witnessed Natasha taken back by Carol without any visible injuries.

Maybe just like how she found Tony and took him back at an unbelievable speed, there’s something always mysterious with Carol.

They supposed. 

“If you’re taking good care of yourself as Fanny is, I wouldn’t have asked.” Yelena rolled her eyes, and suddenly she saw something unusual on her sister’s back.

“Wait, Natasha. What is that?” As Yelena leaned closer, she narrowed her brown eyes to observe the unusual mark left on Natasha’s back. “It looks like a bite. Oh my God, are you turning into a vampire or something? “

She realized that maybe Yelena didn’t know what love marks were. As far as she knew, her younger sister hadn’t dated anyone since the collapse of the red room. 

“There’s no bite, Yelena. You’re exaggerating, it’s probably just a scratch from the fight.” Natasha pulled down her black tank top, adding an extra leather jacket she didn’t usually wear.

There’s a bite. 

And it took all her efforts to stay impeccable in front of her sister every time she felt it burning silently, especially after taking a shower or punching someone really hard. 

Carol did that. 

“Alright then, time for dinner?” Yelena shrugged, putting her oversized hoodie on. 

“Yeah, sure.” Natasha didn’t catch the full sentence from her partner-sister honestly, she focused more on the communicator that she’s been carrying all the time.

“Speaking of that…Mom - I mean, Melina. Anyway, she asked if we’d be free to show up for dinner next week.” Yelena said, pulling out her phone from the pocket as well. “I think Friday will be good, how do you think?”

/ Let’s catch up in the compound later, I need to take a really quick shower. - C. /

“Yeah, that’d be amazing…wait, what?” Natasha raised her head up and seized the blonde’s eyes, “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

/ In case you wanna know, I look like a total mess in purple blood now. They didn’t even act like living spices, what a day. - C. /

Natasha stopped, and smiled a bit for imagining the blonde woman’s messy look now. 

She didn’t reply a single word to these texts, but it kept coming up. It’s just like Carol knew that she’d always read them as soon as they were delivered. 

“Ok, that’s rude.” And her sister finally couldn’t take it any longer. “Admit it, Natasha. You’re apparently disturbed by someone that you don’t wanna tell me, why is that?”

Then, Natasha realized that Yelena was still standing in front of her the whole time. She didn’t pay attention to anything this young woman said about free or show. Or dinner. 

Fantastic.

“I’m dealing with something important,” walking together out of their changing room, Natasha answered softly. She’s hiding her vague feelings of guilt. “- from work.”

“Natasha, we’re working together.” 

“Ugh, that’s different. That’s…” As Natasha tried to come up with something more persuasive, her younger sister stopped and nodded to someone.

“Oh, hey.” Yelena took a step back, and she seemed a little nervous. “Cap, we didn’t know you’re coming back today.”

When Natasha met the other blonde woman’s eyes, she found Carol’s hair still dripping. Ok, that’s definitely how a quick shower should be called.

“I left a message to Agent Romanoff.” Carol showed her audacity in acting surprised just right in front of the perfectly trained assassins. “Oh Romanoff, I was looking for you. Lucky me.”

“The mission I mentioned last night, remember that? It went a little bit wrong now.”

To Natasha’s surprise, her sister showed concern on her profile. “Is everything alright?”

Wait, Yelena could tell if she’s lying easily but actually believed in Carol’s almost-too-obvious acting?

“It will be,” Carol smiled back, taking a step in to pat Natasha’s left shoulder. “I just need to borrow your sister for a few minutes - hours, if you don’t mind?”

“Oh, that’s fine. She’s not actually paying attention to me anyway.” Yelena raised her eyebrow, adding a friendly suggestion to her Captain. “Just don’t let her suspicious friend bother her via texts during the mission.”

“Ha, that’s mature.” Natasha couldn’t help but roll her eyes back again, she knew Carol was trying to not let out a laugh. This woman is literally shining right now.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, totally.” Carol winked in a way that Natasha suspected she'd done this a thousand times. 

“See you later then, young lady.”

When they left the compound, Natasha shut the door of the training room and almost hit the blonde’s pretty nose.

“Are you fucking serious?” Natasha said as soon as there’s no one else between them. 

“You are wearing my jacket.” Carol just smirked happily, admiring how well it fit the redhead. “It looks cute on you, just keep it for me. Will you?”

Something did go wrong, between these two deadly women.

Any one in the galaxy would say it's very hard for Carol to stay in one place for a long time. But she did, she stayed on earth for almost a week, once a month. 

And any one in the Avengers’ HQ would say it’s very hard for Natasha to be disturbed by anything or anyone. Even so, she would not show it on her expression even a tiny bit.

That’s just not her thing.

Like dating someone, or texting someone back. Or admit that she’s caring for the blonde ones, not just her younger sister. 

But they did have sex (well it was amazing), twice. Ugh, maybe three times, if the very first time on Carol’s spaceship counted. 

That’s all, it's a healthy relationship between adults. 

It sounds professional.

“You should stop texting me while we’re at working hours.” Natasha sighed. 

“Wait,” Carol chuckled, her hair color looked darker when it’s wet. “Do we actually have ‘working hours’ in this job? I mean, when is it not ?”

“When we’re not on a mission.”

“But how do I know- ”

“You’re the Captain, Carol.”

“Oh,” Carol finally agreed with a small smile. “That makes sense.”

Every time. Natasha looked at her and thought. Every time she called her name, not Danvers or Captain, just Carol. The smile just came up like that, like nothing else in this world was more delightful than hearing Natasha say her five-letters name.

It’s silly, unprofessional.

But Natasha did that, once in a while.

“So,” Carol tilted her head slightly, and acted that she’s way more harmless than having power to blast spaceships in a single fist. “What’s the plan for dinner?”

“You’re gonna stay that much longer, Captain?” Natasha teased when she finally felt something was in control, by her. Carol’s thoughts were easy to be studied, or at least she gave in for her.

Carol hummed in a way that Natasha could tell she’s triggered, and dragged her leather jacket’s collar to lean in.

“Depends on what you’re offering me to eat, ma’am.”

[asahipleaseloveme]

In a Crowd of Thousands ~ Kageyama

Kageyama x reader

Warnings: none; let me know if there are any I missed

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: Nothing really. First time writing Kageyama and it might seem a little out of character. Feedback is always appreciated.

Tagging: @goldenshoyo

Based on: "In a Crowd of Thousands" from Anastasia

How I stared

In that crowd of thousands

Then I started to run

And to call out her name

As the crowd on the road went wild

I reached out with my hand and looked up

And then she smiled

In that crowd of thousands

I'd find her again

The roar of thousands of fans was deafening. It was the final match for the League Championship. You were stuck in between two fans who were wearing white, gold, and navy blue to match their team’s colors. One was holding a “#11 Ushijima Good Kill!” sign and the other was holding a gold plastic megaphone that had “Schweiden” written on one side and “Adlers” written on the other.

And then there was you. You were wearing your lucky “#20 Kageyama” jersey. It was a little too big for you, but you still wore it to every game you could. It was lucky, because you were wearing it the first time you bumped into the man whose namesake was on the jersey.

Well, it was more that he literally bumped into you.

You had stopped by a shop after one of the first games of the season to get a quick bite to eat and he happened to go in for some post-game hydration. He had backed into you and you were quick to retort.

“Hey, bud. Why don’t you watch where you’re…..going,” you paused as you realized who you were staring up at.

“Hm? Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you,” he said so stoically. “That’s a nice jersey you have on. Did you catch the game tonight?” It seemed as though he was only trying to be polite, not really interested in your answer.

“Oh, uh, yes. I was there. It was a pretty good game! But,” you weren’t sure if you should say it or not, but when could you ever get a chance like this again, right? “I think that #20 needs to work on his serves a little bit more. Two didn’t even make it over and another four were served out of bounds? Those are just easy points the other team didn’t even have to earn,” you said with a little huff.

You weren’t trying to tease him for missing the serves, you were just pointing out what you saw. You also didn’t want to say his name, one: for fear that he might not be who you thought he was; and two: if it was him then maybe he would think that you didn’t recognize him.

Your words seemed to have struck a chord with him. He wore a shocked look on his face.

“So, #20 needs to work on his serves? That’s not a bad observation. Any other takeaways from tonight’s game?” He said with a sneer.

Something about that tone bothered you, so you decided not to hold back. “Well, yeah. I have a few more. But I don’t know if you’re ready to hear about them,” you said with a smug look on your face. This caught Kageyama completely off guard. He wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to him like that.

You turned away from him to finish up your shopping when he called out for you.

“Hey! Wait! Who are you?”

You looked over your shoulder and your eyes met his. You took all of the courage you could muster and flat out said, “My name is ______. And I just enjoy the game of volleyball.”

Once you were out of his sight, your knees nearly gave out. Why had you talked to him like that? He was your favorite player to watch and you insulted him. What have I done? You thought to yourself.

Despite your encounter, you went to the next Adlers game and you still wore your Kageyama jersey. Before the game, the announcers had commented on how Kageyama stayed after normal practice times to work on his serves. Your face got hot. Was that because of what I said? You let out a light chuckle. No, it couldn’t be. It was another well-played game, even if the Adlers did not come out on top this time.

Again, you had gone to the shop. You never felt like cooking after going to an Adlers game. You were picking up some light dinner items when you heard your name.

“______? That is your name, right?” The tall, dark-haired man asked you. “What did you think about tonight’s game, hm?”

“D-did you follow me here just to give me a hard time for being honest with you last time, Kageyama?” His name passed through your lips with a sweetness that didn’t go unnoticed by him. A small blush crept across his cheeks.

“No, I liked that you were able to tell me what I did wrong. I can’t get better if people aren’t honest with me. So, what did you notice about tonight’s game?

“Not so fast there, bud. The first piece of advice was free. But anything after that is going to cost you!” you ruse with a teasing tone.

“Oh, right,” he starts to pull out his wallet to hand you some money.

“Th-that’s not what I meant,” you giggle. “I meant that we could talk about it more over coffee tomorrow morning if you wanted.”

“I don’t drink coffee, though,” Kageyama expressed. “But I could still meet up with you. Just name the place.”

You grinned and named a cafe that was close by.

“Does 9:00 am work for you, Kageyama?”

“Sure. See you then, ______.”

The next morning you had met him at the cafe at the exact time you agreed upon.

You had explained to him what you noticed during the previous night’s game. His serves were better, but he still was hitting them out. The other team’s blockers were all over the Adlers’ wing spikers and he probably should have set to the right side a little bit more. The whole time you were talking, he sat there quiet. He would nod every now and then or let out a quiet grunt. He thanked you for your time and paid for the bill.

“I hope to see you at the next game, ______. And if not, let’s meet back here the morning after my next game to discuss what you’ve noticed.”

Five months later, and here you were. Stuck in a crowd of thousands. Cheering for the Adlers; cheering for Kageyama. Ever since your second encounter, you had never missed a game and he had never missed your post-game discussions over coffee.

The game was getting close to the end. The Adlers had the match point and this was the last set. Kageyama was up to serve. He had missed a few serves earlier in the match and he knew you would give him some trouble for that.

You wished you could give him a boost. You knew what he needed to do. But you were too far away and the crowd was booming. You sucked in a deep breath and screamed as loud as you could, “TOBIOOOOOOOOOO!” It was like everyone around you knew what you were trying to do and the crowd got quieter. And by some miracle, it seemed the Kageyama was able to find you so easily too. You’re pretty sure he was looking right at you.

“GOOD SERVE!” You yelled while giving him the thumbs up sign. You swear you could see a smile crack across his face. The whistle blew and he started his serve routine. He took a deep breath and he tossed the ball up into the air. You were holding your breath the entire time. You wanted to look away, but you knew you couldn’t. He jumped up and smacked the ball. It flew across the net.

Oh no, it’s going to go out, you thought. The other team’s back row was ready for his serve. But as the ball reached the back row, the spin of the ball had suddenly stopped and started to fall shorter than the other team had been expecting. The libero dove for it and was able to get a hand on it, but the serve was too powerful and it ricocheted off of his arm. They were unable to recover the serve. As soon as the ball hit the ground, the crowd exploded!

Fans started to cheer and rush toward the court to get a closer look at the winning team. You made your way toward the court as well. Your eyes were searching through the crowd trying to find him when you heard your name being called. Only one person called your name that way. You began to call back through the crowd.

“Kageyama!”

“______!”

“Kageyama?” You could hear him, but you couldn’t see him. You turned and bumped into someone from the crowd.

“Hey, bud. You should watch where you’re going,” a familiar voice teased you.

“Kageyama!” you hugged him. “Your serve was amazing!”

“Well, you did help put me in the right headspace before that serve, ______,” he stated. He’s usually a man of few words, but he had no problem telling you what he thought.

You are beaming from ear to ear. “But, how did you find me in the crowd?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, but I think I’ll always find you.”

You embraced again.

“So, are we still on for our usual date tomorrow morning, Tobio?”

“What? Why? The season is over. We won.”

“It’s never too early to start talking about next season!”

[sarunohadaki]

Thinking about my self-indulgent luminerik kidfic again and what their kids would be like... (note: under read more is literally almost 1.5k words of rambling)

Liz: She/her. Black hair, green eyes, pale skin, and Octagonian accent. The oldest. Adopted from Octagonia when she was six. (But has Hottish roots.) An ambivert. Very type A personality. (Or just highly competitive and results-driven. Analysing personality tests makes brain hurty.)

Takes a while to warm up to people and def needs to work on her people skills. Does a lot better in a crowd or with older adults. (Maybe she just wants/likes to look mature? Wants to be adult already.)

Favorite weapons are sword, then bow and arrow. Doesn't really know anything about magic. Keeping her fighting skills sharp is just as important as doing well in school! Thus, she's naturally top of her class, too.

I imagine her busting into a meeting in her adventuring gear, excited to show off her newest discovery to her dads. But I can also imagine her rocking a ballgown at a fancy event. (Lots of Jade energy.)

Loves Erik and Mia the most. (El is not sour about that at all. You really can't too much when you factor in that he's the one she goes to for all the comfort-seeking, since Liz wants to look strong in front of Erik.) She looks up to Jade and Hendrik a lot.

Really appeals to the idea of being an older sister, primarily because she likes being someone others can look up to or confide in. Idris doesn't really jibe with that but Lief appreciates it!

Idris: He/him. Black hair, gold eyes, brown skin, Gallopolitan accent. He's a little shit. Adopted from Gallopolis when he was ten, primarily at El's behest. Doesn't really know what he's doing in Dundrasil but he's trying to figure it out.

Good at a mixture of fire spells and knives. Doesn't have a favorite parent— both spoil him an uncomfortable amount, though he confides in Erik the most.

I still have to figure out what his motivation/aspirations are. I feel like he'd be an extrovert! Once you lean into the whole "prince" thing, I think there's a layer of him that really likes living in a castle. ...And another layer that still won't ever get used to it.

Gets into arguments with Liz on the regular, but she only puts up with his shit for so long before refusing to engage with it anymore. (Ideally in a more mature manner than Veronica and Erik.) They'll eventually reach a common ground where Idris acknowledges/respects Liz's strength and she stops treating him like a little kid.

On that note... appreciates people who don't treat him like a child. Favorite person is definitely Sylv! Then, hmmm... Rab or Faris. People who are a little goofy but genuine, you know? A plus if they're strong. So I guess he'd like Ronnie, too.

Lief: He/him -> she/they. Pink hair, blue eyes, slightly tan skin, weirdest conglomeration of dads' accents. The baby!!! Was adopted when they were days old; a carriage on a rainy day was uhh met with some complications.

El spoils this kid so rotten. All he's ever wanted was to have a baby wake him at two in the morning and make him rock it to sleep for three hours straight. There might be sleep deprivation in his eyes, but there's also extreme pleasure in cradling a lil baby in your arms and seeing it grow up into an adult.

I have considered writing... thousands of words of El just reveling in the baby-rearing process and Erik standing off to the side like, "I'm happy you're enjoying this so much babe, you do you."

A little, shy introvert. Looks up to the older siblings a lot, who are both really kind to Lief in return. Lief definitely prefers El the most out of the parents. (I wonder if Liz or Idris would be jealous?)

Prefers magic and books. Finally, we also get a good Mia/Jade/Gemma/Serena/Veronica lover. Lief really likes her female role models! (Of them all, though, I think they'd like Gemma or Serena the most.)

Definitely goes on a gender journey somewhere along the way. I feel like I need more research to get into that but it's there. Lief likes wearing dresses and the dads are very supportive! Liz excitedly lends her some.

There was something about a piano room once but I don't remember the details. I think the plot went that Liz was growing older and wanted to move to a new bedroom, where she discovered there was a room down the hall with a piano in it. Liz ends up getting Lief's bedroom, which is larger, and Lief moves into the piano room. Lief learns how to play piano and really enjoys it.

Last note: Finally we get a kid who feels right at home in fancy garb and has dinner manners! Their accent is Drasilian but also a healthy heaping of a (fucked-up) mixture of El and Erik's accents.

———

I'm considering whether it would be reasonable for Liz to go to speech therapy since I've given her more of a Derk dialect, but I can already imagine El and Erik diving into a deep pro/cons list and concluding she is perfect the way she is and it's not worth possible harm to her self-image...

...But she might end up trying to perfect her dialect anyway, as she wants to be a proper future queen with a fancy Heliodoran accent or something.

At dinner parties, Liz has a lot of fun socializing with guests. She dresses up fancy and schmoozes well.

Idris finds the whole thing sorta annoying — if he has to be there, he might spike the punch bowl or sneak slimes under the tables — but he'll do it for appearances and the rare fun conversation. More often he'll sneak out with his equivalent of Derk and return before curfew at the end of the night.

Lief, too, prefers to read in the corner. But they were raised in this weird fancy shit, so they don't mind acting every now and again if it's for appearances. Eventually, she'll get more confident with it and maybe find a romantic interest or friends to support her.

I struggle to imagine all the kids in a room together getting along, but I think if I wrote it enough the dynamics would start to make sense together. They all have little places where common interests overlap; it's just a matter of finding them.

El's been assigned some of the more maternal features of being a parent, mostly by choice. I feel like of the two men, he's definitely the one who's already overanalyzed what the kids need, and worried that not having a mom is going to result in some sort of emotional deficiency.

Erik scarcely cries as it is, so El shows them that it's okay to express how you're feeling and definitely leads by example. Idris probably finds the whole thing awkward. Liz is really expressive and Lief lands somewhere in the middle.

I have it written somewhere that El cuts his looong hair down to shoulder-length and regrows it again. I think it'd be cute if he and Lief grew their hair out together and El showed them that guys can have long hair, too!

The dads take turns playing tough cop but Erik arguably does a better job because El always carries around guilt/discomfort for having to play the role. I don't think the kids would get a lot of the "go ask your father" situation where they keep getting sent to the other dad when asking for permission to do something. El/Erik both feel comfortable enough to put their foot down when needed, though the bigger decisions require dual consideration before reaching a decision.

My favorite dynamics are: Lief & El, Liz & Erik, and Idris & Erik. I cannot express to you how many times I have imagined El cradling a lil baby and singing it songs and loving it oh so dearly... 😭 If Lief ever got into an argument with El I think it would destroy him. (So naturally that happens at least once. Kids are little shits.)

Thinking about it now, there has to be at least ONE time where Idris and Lief join forces against Liz for one reason or another. Jealousy? Resentment? Wanting to knock the oldest sibling down a peg? I don't really know but I think it's one way Lief and Idris would bond.

Idris and Liz would bond over orphan life together and their thougths about living in a castle. Lief and Liz would have fun trying out pretty clothes.

[cherryjuicegf]

do you have any geraskier fic recs?? I have some time on my hands since it's Christmas and I'm kinda curious to know what fics are you fave and stuff xx

dear anon i have to thank you from the depths of my heart for this cause i've been dying to make a rec list and always put it off so it's finally time. now this got just a bit long, i have about 20 fics that have a special place in my heart under the cut with a sort commentary. sorry if you've read any of them but i will be extremely happy if you find something you like!!! 💜

under 1k

gallery by Naughty-Yorick (@a-kind-of-merry-war), G, 387 words -> modern au, reincarnation, this ficlet although short broke my heart and put it back together, i literally gasped in the end

sip the sunlight from your eyes by troubadore (@geraltofriviasleftbuttcheek), G, 905 words -> the beauty of this fic leaves me stunned, geralt's eyes are gorgeous and the fic describes it perfectly, jaskier knows what he signed up for

1k - 10k

right person in front of them the whole time by lesdemonium(winnerstick) (@lesdemonium), T, 2k -> this fic is a modern au and i just have no words to describe how much i love it. the inherent romance of knowing the other deeply and sharing the same love and also the same one braincell just got to me.

also recommending everything by the same author, M, 8k -> this fic is 40% the reason my relationship standards reach heavens, it's just so tender and the affection between geralt and jaskier just warms my heart

beautiful, he stirs up still things by alittlebitmaybe, T, 2.5k -> this fic?? slow dancing and gentleness and pining, so much pining, it just makes me scream in my pillow every time

another dawn by the same author, T, 8k -> a fic with vivid memories, reading it at 2am and having to wake up early in the morning, the first time loop i read and it had me screaming every. single. time. if you're patient it's worth a thousand rereads

like real people do by julek (@julek), T, 1.5k -> this fic is unbelievably tender, it just has me in tears with all its yearning and not-so-unrequited love, 1000% rec

i wouldn't know what i have lost (i'll be howling for you) by kaffas (hoopoe), T, 3.2k -> epistolary fic, it just makes me scream because of geralt's devotion and the mortifying ordeal of being known etc and the understanding between them just has me in tears

soap suds and capable hands by ivelostmyspectacles, T, 4.3k -> this fic makes me warm and sleepy, it's so sweet and soft, read it before you sleep for sweet dreams

summer sun and solstice shadows by ninemelodies (@ninemelodies), T, 6.2k -> THIS. ONE. FAVE. i first read it in summer and it's my comfort fic, they love each other so much and there's flower symbolism, the perfect amount of angst, pining and love, so much love my heart melts

love on his tongue by kickassfu (@kickassfu), G, 1.8k -> the pining and flirting in this one makes me weak, they dance in a ball as pray for a monster and it makes me grin so hard

a heartbeat in hand by asweetepilogue (@asweetprologue) G, 2.6k words -> this fic is so poetic, so smooth and soft and the ending just kills me, it's perfect

all that was good, all that was fair (all that was me is gone) by xdandelionxbloomx (@xdandelionxbloomx), M, 7.5k -> please mind the warnings in this one, you really need a strong stomach to read it. however, i remember this one and it just makes me gasp, it breaks my heart in a million pieces and the ending is so cathartic. also whenever i listen to the songs in it i think about the scences and. i cry.

kintsukuroi by arsamandi (@love-and-cubs-and-white-wolves), T, 4.2k -> this one was posted today and it had me in awe, it's book!geralt with show!jaskier personalities and has some time of contempt spoilers so i'm sorry if you want to avoid them, however i had to recommend because it's one of the best fics i've read, every single line is exceptionally good and so well-written, it made me cry and laugh and i can read it a thousand times more

over 10k

all the liars in the world by kageygirl (@kageygirl), E, 14k -> i have such vivid memories of this fic, i was returning from a trip and it was 1am, top bunk in the cabin with my parents and sister sleeping, trying not to be heard while i was gasping and crying, it's incredibly sweet and soothing, it fills me with happiness

the power to cancel his captivity by the same author E, 23k -> i'm so soft for this fic, it takes geralt and jaskier's relationship from the start and describes how they settle together during the years, it made it so much easier for me to cherish their relationship and it has a special place in my heart

what you wish for by didoandis, E, 11.1k -> i rarely read body swap fics but this is not really that, it's so interesting and angsty and also funny in many parts, the emotion in this just captivates you and the end left me gaping

multichapters

companionship by ArliaDevi, T, 14k, complete -> this one? excellent. incredible. absolute gold. ciri's pov and geralt and jaskier's awkwardness and attempts at hiding are hilarious, i love it with my whole being

lessons in mortality by Girl_In_Red_Crossing (@girl-in-red-crossing), E, 21k, complete -> ahhh this fic is just so so good, it's angsty at the start and the classical jaskier heals after he's tortured but it's wonderfully written and makes my heart ache just to fill it with more and more love with each chapter

demand an encore by Emamel (@theaceace), M, 51k, unfinished -> maybe you have already read this but i have to express my love for it, i don't read witcher!jaskier fics but this one is just amazing, keeping me on the edge of my seat at all times, each phrase a literal dagger in my heart and i'm dying to see how it ends

[bitchassbucky]

Ｔｗｉｎｅｄ: Ａ Ｓｏｕｌｍａｔｅ ＡＵ

📎Word count: 1.5k

📎Warning/s: Mentions of death, f-bombs galore. MINORS DNI.

📎A/N: Hey lovelies <3 @honeyvbarnes​ and I worked on this Soulmate AU and we hope that y’all like it! I loved working with my bff and we’ll do it again hopefully <3 enjoy!

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When Bucky Barnes died back in 1943, he died knowing that he lived his life without a soulmate. 

When he turned eighteen, he waited for a flash of annoyance, stress, or anything emotionally malicious that came from his soulmate since emotional pain is supposedly said to connect two wandering souls no matter how far they are from each other.  

A bit sadistic, Steve Rogers would say. But Bucky would always counter his friend’s point with, “you see, Stevie when your soulmate gets hurt, you’re the only one who can hear them-- at least in your head-- and you can help them, you can help them find you,” 

“Still, I don’t want someone to suffer just to make a connection with me,” Steve said, ever a gentle-hearted (but strong-headed) person.

“They’re not gon’a. Annoyance is enough for them to create a short connection,”

“What I’m hearing is that I get a pass for annoying you more,”

It’s hot. Searing. Humid. The air is so thick, you can almost choke on it.

The beach is filled with people-- couples and families mostly and your mind wanders to soulmates.

You never had one and as far as you’re concerned, you’re better off without one.

Since your eighteenth birthday, you felt a great deal of stress coming off from your soulmate. You had to go through various therapy sessions, evaluations, and couple’s counseling since the supposed love of your life won’t answer to your pleas and calls as to what the fuck is going on inside their head.

They never let you in and it seems like they will never let you in.

Not now and not ever especially since the torment of nightmarish inner turmoil had subsided; granted, there are still some night terrors but it doesn’t compare to the pain you felt back then.

You started thinking maybe they were in the army or something of that sort. 

Maybe, maybe. What if, what if

That’s your inner turmoil; the boiling water inside the pot. 

You weren’t sure where to start looking for them-- you spent years trying to get through but you never get as much as a word.

So you gave up.

And not a lot of people give up on their soulmates, at least not the ones who never had to spend literal years of their lives trying to coax out a word out of their loved one.

You still get worried and anxious about them. You still try to comfort them after a particularly bad nightmare even though you know they won’t answer back to you. You still tell them that you’re always there, ready to give the comfort only a true soulmate can give.

You wanted to give them warmth not knowing that they dislike the heat.

Bucky had always hated the summer. He hated how everything is so warm and dry and humid. He hated how he can’t stay bundled up in dark sweaters and jackets, he hated the way that the glow of the scorching sun brings out the best in people. 

He prefers the cold. The harsh winters remind him of his past, and he likes to suffer, he allows the despair and loneliness to settle deep in his bones. The heat of the summer makes it more difficult for him to keep his mind separated from yours. 

Bucky Barnes died back in 1943 without a soulmate, but after his resurrection in Wakanda, he knew you were there. The dull feeling of annoyance would come in waves and he knew you hadn’t felt him yet. 

Oh, but you did, he came to realize. Over the years, Hydra had control over him, his mind, and his soul. The constant wipe of his memories not even sparing a chance for him to feel emotion, to feel you. The harsh realization that you had to feel the same pain he had, makes him sick. 

Thinking of the years of abuse and torture makes him want to apologize profusely, but would you even understand? Would you ever love the person that’s caused you so much pain? He doesn’t know who you are or your age, and the fact that his soulmate lives in an era where he was never meant to live in, still confuses him to this day. 

So he’s built up walls, a mind blockade in hopes that you’d move on without him. He doesn’t deserve love after all that he’s done. Mostly, you don’t deserve him as a soulmate. You deserve better, he thinks. 

He feels guilty shutting you out, but he forces the guilt away because he knows you can feel that too. On his bad days, you still assure him that he’s not alone in this world. You give him warmth to soothe his ice-cold heart, but he rejects it, doesn’t want it, doesn’t deserve it, he’ll tell himself. 

One fateful summer day changed that though. 

As Sam Wilson finished packing the car with what he calls ‘beach essentials’, Bucky Barnes had his mind a thousand miles away. 

“You okay, tin man? Got your sunscreen?” His dark-haired friend chides soothingly. Sam was wearing a red Hawaiian shirt, his Raybans clipped onto his lapel, and his skin smelled of berries and shea butter; he smelled and looked like the personification of summer himself.

“Let’s go, Wilson; I don’t have the patience of getting stuck in traffic with the both of ya,” Bucky rolled his eyes behind his dark sunglasses, his hair tied in a low bun, he was wearing a baseball shirt and a summer-themed beach short with seagulls on it, as per Sam’s request. His skin glistened with the newly applied sunscreen he snatched from his go-bag. 

“And what’s so bad about it?” Steve wore a flannel and dark jeans combo, his baseball cap was on backwards, because ‘I wanted to try something new,’ he said, and he opted for a pine-scented suntan lotion instead, deciding to get a slight tan.

Bucky decided not to answer the question.

The ocean mist filled your senses as your book chapter hits its end. Putting down the easy-reading material, you stretched out and propped up yourself, thinking if you should join the other beachgoers in the water.

Giving it a quick thought and then glancing at the beach’s showering station, you decided against splashing around. This is more of a reading day for you.

You picked up your dog-eared book again and started to read when a good gust of wind kicked up the sand, sending a few grains your way, you quickly closed your eyes and yet, just as fate intended, you ended up with sand particles in your left eye.

“Ow, what the--” Bucky instinctively put up his arm to protect his eyes when a breeze flew past them, “something’s in my eye.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuckity-fuck.

Your eye has been invaded by sand and it feels like it’s scratching your cornea raw. You can think straight, you’re in pain albeit minimal, it’s still pain.

You try to scramble for the bottle of water you kept close for hydration, hoping it will be enough to put you out of your misery, washing out the sand.

“Something’s definitely in my eye, Sam, I feel it,” Bucky tries not to squirm so much under Sam’s touch, but the pain feels almost invisible, like it’s not his.

“Stop moving so much, I can’t see anything,” Sam said, reaching into his bag to get his eye drop he was saving especially for this occasion, “I got your back. Don’t tell me that I overpack ever again,”

Drenching yourself in water was better than the agonizing pain you felt not five minutes ago. Your left eye was red, pulsating, and tearing up like a mad dog in a shed; perhaps this was your cue to pack up and go home.

Then you feel that magnetic pull again. Stronger this time.

You suddenly remembered the lore and the tall tales of the universe pulling soulmates together, literally, if they were close enough to each other. You try your best not to walk to your left side as the pull dictates.

“Where are you going, Buck? Our spot’s right here.” Steve said, unpacking the food he prepared for their beach day. Sandwiches, chips, fresh fruits, and beer are already in place when Bucky felt a strong pull to his left side.

“I just- I gotta check something out,” He said, not knowing where his feet are taking him.

The lore said when you meet your soulmate, the gravity will shift around you. The magnets of your souls will push you towards each other even if you try to pry yourself away. Your bodies were from the same asteroid before and now the universe wants you together again.

You feel your skin prickle as you try not to look behind you. You’re familiar with the tales, the personal anecdotes, how it feels to be pulled towards your literal soulmate.

Bucky just stands in the sand, his eyes not wandering too far from where you’re standing, your back behind him.

Is this it? Is this his soulmate?

What if you hate him? What if you don’t want to be with him?

Bucky’s heart quickens with the thoughts, his anxiety riddles his brain as he tries to come up with something to call you.

When the pull is strong and the bond is unbreakable, rare cases of soulmates knowing each other’s names before they met is attainable. 

A single name popped up into Bucky’s head, “Y/N.”

[krreader]

the notes.

pairing: kim namjoon x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; art students!au genre: fluff word count: 1.5k+

summary: it only takes one person to see your potential to change your life forever, one way or another.

a/n: I was really torn between a tae or a namjoon story for this one, but I really like how it turned out, so I’m glad I picked namjoon lol. I hope you like it too my love and I hope it’s everything you wanted and more ♥

When your paintings were part of an exhibition in an art school, with hundreds of other talented students/artists who were showing off how hard they had worked on their projects for the last couple of months, it wasn't easy to get recognition.

Usually, those who the professors preferred got the best spots to show off their paintings and those who were the most popular were the ones that invited others to the exhibition and therefor gained a few interested spectators.

As for you, you were neither a favorite of a professor, nor the most popular in your University. You were a regular student who ended up somewhere in a corner of this exhibition with maybe one or two people stumbling your way, looking at your paintings with a smile and then walking away again.

It's not like you were an exception here though, you knew that there were many struggling artists like you, sitting on that chair next to your paintings and hoping that at some point, someone would come and see that you had talent.

So that gave you a little comfort.

The exhibition would be open for the public for around three weeks.

The first week, nothing exciting happened and you were happy that you weren't able to count the amount of people that have looked at your paintings with two hands anymore. Just barely, but there have definitely been over ten.

It was during the second week, when you arrived at your designated spot and found a little post-it note hanging on one of your paintings.

At first, you had thought it might be one of your professors that had stopped by while you were gone, telling you you did good, but... no.

“I love this one. When I look at it, it's like I'm staring into another universe.”

You read the lines over and over again, before looking up and around, hoping to see whoever had written that, but the halls were empty. No one, but your fellow art students.

Nevertheless, it was a nice compliment and you quickly shoved it in your folder. It would be one of those cheer-up post-it notes that you’d stick on your wall.

You hadn’t gotten a lot of compliments on your paintings so far, most people just looked at them with a smile and then went about their way. To read something like this meant a lot, even if you wished that person would've said it to your face.

You noticed the second note a day later, when two guys found their way into your designated hallway and were looking at one of your paintings.

You stood next to them, beaming happily and hoping that they'd say something, or that maybe they’d allow you to explain the meaning behind it.

And finally, one talked.

“You really have a lot of talent,” he smiled brightly at you, the other guy walking around your small part of the exhibition to look at every painting that you've made, “What inspires you?”

“It's really hard to say. Something as little as a memory can make me forget everything and draw for hours until I get a result like that. Other times it's interactions, songs, poems.. really anything.”

The guy smiled once again, looking at his friend when he joined him again, before bowing a little, “Thank you.”

You wished they would have stayed longer, but as mentioned before, there were a lot of talented people here. It would be selfish to want them to linger only at your part when there was so much to see.

It was when you sat down again, that you noticed another post-it, this time, sticking to another painting.

“I know it's easy to feel discouraged, but please never give up on drawing. You are one of the most talented people in this school. Even the friend who placed this note here thinks so.”

When you read the last line, your eyes instantly widened, wanting to run after them and ask them about who it was that wrote these notes, but the two had already disappeared, there were too many hallways here and you didn’t want to leave your spot for too long.

You let out a heavy sigh, gently brushing over the note with your thumb, before reading it once more with a small smile.

Why wouldn't he just talk to you? It's not like you didn't appreciate this form of compliments, but you'd really like to thank him in person.

It was only the next morning that another note was waiting for you, only that this time, it was accompanied by a new brush.

“Use it well for future projects that will change the world.”

“Who are you?” you muttered under your breath as you let your fingers brush over the bristles of the brush, smiling at how good they felt.

“I should have introduced myself a while ago.”

The sudden voice made you jump a little and turn around in an instant, being surprised who you were now face to face with.

Because you knew who he was. 

Everyone did.

Kim Namjoon wasn't just a talented artist, he had the eye to find a special piece of art amid thousands of paintings. The professors were already trying to convince him to stay after he got his degree, hoping that he'd join the staff and teach here.

So why was someone like him here?

“Excuse me?” your eyes were wide.

“I was actually going to come myself yesterday and introduce myself, but then something came up and I asked my friends to give you the note after he got interested in your paintings as well. Did he give you the note?”

“Those... were your friends?”

“Taehyung and Jimin. They're students as well. They were as impressed by your paintings as I was when I first saw them.”

Maybe you shouldn't have wished for him to introduce himself and give you the compliments in person, because now you could feel your cheeks heating up and didn’t really know what to say anymore, other than:

“Thank you,” you stammered with a small smile, “That's really kind of you to say.”

“I know how hard it is... to be an artist. I just wanted you to know that you have a special kind of talent.”

“But.. why the notes in the first place?”

Namjoon shrugged with a cute grin, “I thought it was romantic...”

“Romantic,” you choked out, literally choked out, because you instantly started coughing, not having expected that to come out of his mouth.

It took a few seconds to regain your composure and once you did, you found Namjoon chuckling.

“Anyways, there's a reason I revealed myself this soon. There is a special display tonight for certain artists that the professors think should get a chance to present their paintings to a crowd. And... well, they allowed me to pick one too. And I'd like you to be my pick.”

“Me?!” your voice was an octave higher and louder, quickly bowing when you found at least five people staring at you with furrowed eyebrows, “Why me?” you repeated, a little calmer now.

“I meant what I said on these notes. Your paintings make me feel something and that is a quality that I cherish very much in artists. Also, the fact that they put you back here makes me really upset. You should be up front with your talent.”

“You really would put my name forward?” Namjoon couldn't help but smile once more when he saw how your eyes began to shine at this possible opportunity.

“I would.”

“No... strings attached?” you figured that he'd want something back. You would do a lot for an opportunity like this, to finally get the recognition that you've craved so badly.

But his answer surprised you, “If I had the opportunity to shine a light on every talented artist there is out there, I would. I'm trying my best to help at least a few... and I'd like you to be one of them. Without wanting anything back.”

No wonder the professors wanted to recruit him. He'd be an asset for this school for sure.

“Well, I really appreciate this, but I'd feel bad if I didn't give you something back, at least. You've made the past days a lot happier with the notes and also the brush, which is a really nice brush, by the way,” you gulped down hard, slowly building up all the courage that you had in your body, “Do you like coffee? I could.. buy you one if you want to. I mean, if you have a girlfriend or something then obviously not, or maybe? I don't know, uhm..-” you stumbled over your words, the more you spoke, the more embarrassed you became.

But Namjoon thought it was endearing.

“I don't have a girlfriend and I would love to go for coffee with you,” at that, you let out a relieved sigh and straightened your back a little, “But for now, let's focus on the show tonight, okay? I'd like to go over some details with you and figure out which painting you want to display.”

It was so refreshing to find a man like him.

He was open to a date, but he didn't make that a priority right now. The priority was what you had worked so hard for. He recognized that.

It made you fall a little for him already. Or maybe a lot.

It was a lot of emotions that moment, you couldn’t really tell.