#it’s stuff like not holding long conversations when I’m in the middle of writing because it messes up my flow

[feralsneeze]

Not sneeze just mental health rambling in the tags

[atlabeth]

heat lightning

pt 1 / pt 3

pairing: spencer reid x fem gideon!reader

summary: you end up at the heart of the bau's latest case.

a/n: took way too long but here's more gideon reader! just as irritable as ever with some actual human emotions this time around. send help and prayers bc she's gonna need it. and before you ask there will in fact be some more parts to close up this case, i just have to write them first and it may take approximately 10 years. thank you for your consideration

wc: 4.1k

warning(s): reader still has daddy issues, still hates spence, and still argues w gideon the whole time. more angst! typical cm case stuff (a stalker that has taken vulnerable pics of reader) read w/ discretion if you are sensitive to those things. more drama and more tension and more not being a good time for anyone but me

“On your right, pretty boy.” 

Spencer stops as Morgan rushes past him back to his desk, eyes trained on the hallway. 

“Why are you in such a hurry?” he complains. “I nearly spilled my coffee.”

“Gideon’s daughter is here again,” he says. “Did you not feel the temperature drop five degrees?”

Spencer frowns. He opens his mouth to say something when he hears the telltale signs of your arrival: arguing. 

“—so typical of you! I have to drop everything the moment you need me, but it’s like pulling teeth to get you to listen to me.”

Gideon turns the corner with you in tow. He has a duffle bag in one hand and a file in his other, his brow furrowed in frustration. 

“That’s because this is important,” he says. 

“Oh, and everything else I try to get you to be around for isn’t?” 

“You know that isn’t what I meant,” Gideon says, keeping his voice level. 

“This is ridiculous,” you spit. 

“It’s necessary,” he corrects. “I’m not going to play games with your safety.” 

“Oh, yeah,” you mock. “Because you’ve always cared about that.” 

He just shakes his head. “I’m not debating this with you.”

“Why? Because you’ll realize that it’s ridiculous?”

You follow Gideon into his office and Spencer watches him close the blinds. The door slams shut, and though he can still hear the muffled argument he can’t make anything out.

“Oh, great,” Morgan says. “Now we can’t even get Reid to read their lips.”

“I don’t think we need it to know what they’re talking about,” Elle says. “They’ve been arguing since she was brought in.”

“Of course they have,” JJ says. “Gideon sent Hotch to pick her up instead of doing it himself. She sees it as another slight.”

“She sees everything as a slight,” Spencer says. “She hates him.” 

“I don’t blame her,” Morgan mutters. “Not when we only found out about her last month.” 

“Surely this isn’t helping with anything,” JJ says wryly. 

Elle shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. Sometimes pointless arguing makes you feel better, even when you’re in the wrong.” 

“That’s enough, agents.” Spencer’s attention—along with everyone else’s—snaps to the top of the bullpen to see Hotch holding a file with the same expression as always. “I need you all in the conference room.” 

“Does it have anything to do with that?” Morgan asks, tilting his head towards Gideon’s office. 

“You’ll find out,” he says. Hotch starts walking to the conference room, the conversation clearly over. 

JJ sighs as she stands up and grabs the files on her desk. “I’ll get Penelope. The rest of you try not to gossip too much.” 

She goes off, and the others disperse back to their desk to finish up some last-minute things before the case takes them away. Spencer can’t tear his eyes away from Gideon’s office, even though he’s not getting anything. 

All he can think about is the last time you were here, when he got caught in the middle of your argument with Gideon—your dad, which was still a little weird—and he can’t help but feel guilty. 

Gideon is a father figure to him, sure, but it isn’t that difficult to end up with that dynamic when Spencer’s the youngest on the team. And he can go into everything about his father leaving and the psychology of that, but it doesn’t matter. Gideon treated him like a son when he had a daughter all along that he’d been neglecting. 

For all Spencer knows, it is his fault. 

“Reid,” Elle says, snapping him out of his thoughts, “you coming?”

“Yeah,” he says, nodding far too many times as he catches up to her in a few quick strides. “Sorry.”

“No need,” she remarks. “Gideon’s kid was all anyone could talk about when she first showed up here. This is only gonna make things worse.”

“He can’t really be that bad of a dad,” Spencer says, “right?”

“All I know is that having a parent in the force rarely ends well,” Elle murmurs. She opens the door to the conference room and looks at him. “We can’t be too hard on her when we probably see Gideon more than she does.”

Spencer recalls his meeting with you, how he barely got a word in edgewise while you spent the whole time arguing with someone half the office viewed as immovable. 

“Yeah,” he says distantly. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”

-

“Why? Because you’ll realize that it’s ridiculous?” 

Your dad shuts the blinds on all the windows in his office, then closes the door behind you. He sets your duffle down on the floor then looks at you, that infuriatingly even expression still unchanged.

“It’s not ridiculous,” he says. “Sit down and lower your voice, please. We have some things to talk about.” 

“I gathered that when you sent your guy to pick me up,” you say, crossing your arms as he walks over to his desk. “Couldn’t even do it yourself?” 

“Aaron Hotchner is the chief of this unit and one of the most accomplished agents here,” he says. “He lives closer to you than I do, and I asked him to pick you up on his way in because I knew you would be safe with him. Sit down, please.” 

“There it is again. My safety.” You remain standing. “Tell me what this is about. I’m missing work right now— I know you can understand that, at least.” 

He lets out a sigh as he says your name and looks at you. “Can we get through this without any arguments for once?” 

“That depends. Are you going to treat me like your daughter or an inconvenience?” 

“You’re my daughter, I love you, and your life is in danger,” he says evenly. 

You open your mouth to retort, but your dad opens the file in his hands and sets it down on the other side of the desk. You can see from your position that they’re photos, but your curiosity ultimately wins out. You walk over to get a closer look, and any words die in your throat as you pick up the first photo. 

A photo of you. 

You pick up the next one, only to see it’s another picture of you. At least ten photos are tucked away in the file, and they’re all of you. Taken outside your work, at your apartment, on your morning run— god, there’s even one taken through the window of your bedroom, half-naked in a towel after a shower. 

You fall silently into the chair, your heart hammering inside your chest as your eyes dart between all of the photos. You want to crawl out of your skin. 

“What the fuck is this?” you breathe. 

“The heart of our newest case,” your dad says. “It appears that you have a stalker.” 

“Yeah,” you whisper, eyes still glued to your oblivious self, “I would fucking think so.”

“These photos were dropped off at my door this morning,” he says, and he flips to the next section of the file, “with that note.”

The erratic handwriting instantly stands out to you as you pick the photocopy up, the lump in your throat growing with every word you read. 

such a pretty little thing. I wonder if she knows it.

you don’t care about her, but I do. she’s just like all the rest of us, everyone that you’ve ruined.

think about your priorities, agent gideon. I’ll be watching.  

“What the fuck is this?” you repeat. Blood pounds in your skull as a distant chill creeps down your spine. “I— I’m one of your cases now?” 

“We’re not sure yet,” he admits. “These only appeared yesterday, but from the looks of it, the unsub has been watching you for a while. Can you pinpoint when any of these photos were taken? 

You stare at him. “Some psycho has been stalking me for a while?” 

Your dad says your name again, slightly strained. “Please. I know this is difficult to think about, but figuring out a time frame would help us.” 

“Difficult,” you scoff. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it.” 

But it doesn’t have the bite your words usually hold. For once, you don’t think you’re mad at your dad. You think you’re terrified. 

“...Yeah,” you finally murmur, and you pick up one of the photos. “I thrifted a mirror a month ago, and this one doesn’t have it.”

Your dad nods, and he picks up two others. “Neither do these.” 

“So this has been going on for at least a month,” you say bitterly. “Great.”

Your dad says your name, quieter this time, and when you finally look at him his eyes have softened. 

“We’re going to figure this out,” he says. “This is a threat against an FBI agent’s family, and it will be treated accordingly. Forensics is doing tests on all the original copies to try and find a lead. The whole BAU will be on your case—I will be on it, and we won’t rest until we find whoever’s doing this.” 

“Yeah,” you say numbly. “You sure that’ll help? Because it looks like all this is happening because I’m your daughter.” 

“I know this is scary,” he says. “This… this is nothing like you’ve ever dealt with before. You shouldn’t have to deal with it. But you have to trust my team. We know what we’re doing.” 

“Of course you know what you’re doing,” you say. “You’re always here.” 

Your words have no bite behind them, more of an instinct as you grab your purse from the ground. You can feel the pinpricks of incoming tears, and you refuse to cry in front of your dad. 

“I— I need a minute,” you say. “This is all just—” 

“I understand,” he says. “Just don’t go far. Stay on this floor.”

You nod and start towards the door, but you pause right before you reach it. Your mouth opens as you try to think of something to say, but it falls shut just as quickly. You shake your head as you reach for the door handle, but before you get the chance, it swings open and you’re met with a familiar face. 

Spencer Reid, the kid your dad likes more than you. He’s nothing less than surprised to see you, from his stumbled step back, the slightly wide eyes, his hand poised to knock on the door. 

A mumbled apology falls from your lips as you move around him, and you can still feel his eyes on you as you speed off. You wonder what ideas he and the rest of the BAU have drawn up about you since your last visit to the office. 

You don’t really care. 

True to your word, you don’t go far—just to the bathroom. Thankfully it’s close, because the moment you make it to one of the stalls, knees stinging as you fall to the tiled floor, you vomit. 

By the time you’ve expelled the contents of your stomach, it feels just as empty as the rest of you. You stare at the wall, breathing slightly harried and skin warm to the touch, and you resist the urge to punch it. 

You have a stalker. Someone has been watching you for a month—at least a month, maybe longer—and you had no fucking clue, and now your only decent hope lies with your dad and his team. 

Normally, you wrote off anything depending on your dad as fruitless, but this involved the thing he loved more than anything in the world: his job. 

You huff a wry laugh at the thought. This wouldn’t get solved because it concerned you, it would get solved because it concerned his job. 

You stand up and walk over to the sink. You rinse your mouth, then just stare at yourself in the mirror. 

It— it feels strange. Looking at yourself like this, knowing someone has been—still is—watching you. 

You recall their words. 

Pretty little thing. 

You don’t care about her, but I do. 

A chill crawls up your spine. You can’t shake the dread settling all over you. 

What the fuck are you going to do?

You have to trust your dad, but you’ve never trusted your dad. God, he’s not even really your dad. He’s Senior Supervisory Special Agent Jason Gideon, nothing more—the estranged kid is an unfortunate side effect of the estranged wife.

You let out another breathy laugh. Would he even care if this psycho actually ends up killing you? 

You stand there for another couple minutes, time idling in the background as you continue to stare at the mirror. 

You haven’t cried, at least. That’s certainly something.

The door opens ever so slightly and someone says your name. Your eyes flick to the mirror almost immediately as your body tenses, and you recognize her as one of the BAU’s agents. She’s pretty and blonde with sympathetic eyes, and you know they’ve been briefed on your situation. 

If you have to deal with an office of pitying looks, you think you might lose your mind. 

“Are you alright?” she asks softly. 

“Just peachy,” you mumble. “My dad ask you to check up on me?” 

She nods. “You can imagine why Gideon is a bit high strung at the moment.” 

“I’m fine,” you repeat. “I just… needed a second.” 

“I understand,” she murmurs. “Do you still need some time?” 

“What do you need?” 

“Gideon wants to talk to you. It’s best if he explains it.” 

You huff a laugh and shake your head. “Fine. Lead the way, Agent…” 

“Jareau,” she supplies. “But call me JJ, please.” 

In lieu of a response, you walk over to her. She offers a thin smile and holds the door for you, then falls into step with you. A moment of silence passes before she speaks up. 

“We’re going to figure this out,” JJ says. “Your dad is one of the best to walk through these doors. If anyone can solve this, he can.” 

“So I keep hearing,” you murmur. 

-

Spencer watches you hurry off with wide eyes, and it takes a few seconds for him to snap out of it. He’s less surprised by your pace, and more surprised that you actually apologized for bumping into him. 

“Reid,” Gideon speaks up, and his attention snaps back over to his superior. “What do you need?” 

“Is she okay?” he asks instead. He can’t help it—after what Hotch just told all of them, he’s worried about you. 

Gideon gathers the photos back into the file then stands up. “Our job is to make sure she will be.”

“Hotch briefed us,” he says, and his eyes darted back to the doorway almost on instinct. “This— this is crazy. We just found out about her last month, and some guy’s been after her for longer?” 

“What this is is one of my enemies targeting my daughter because they’re too much of a coward to go after me,” Gideon says evenly. “We just have to figure out which one before they escalate.”

“How do you know?” he asks. 

“What you said is true,” he admits. “Hardly anyone knows I have a daughter. Even fewer would know where she lives. Someone who wants to hurt me would have incentive to discover both.” 

“So we look into unsubs you’ve put away that have been released,” Spencer says. “Or ones that are still in, but have family that might be bitter.”

“Exactly,” Gideon nods. “But I have to ask something of you, Reid.”

He frowns. “Anything.”

“We’re working on getting a safe house for my daughter,” Gideon says. “I need you to stay there with her.” 

Somehow, his frown deepens. “What?”

“I need to know she’s with someone I can trust,” he says. “There’s someone after her, and we don’t know who—that means we need to keep this circle tight.”

“So you want me to be her bodyguard?” Spencer marvels. “Do you remember that you had to waive all my physical tests?”

“Less of a bodyguard,” he says. “More just… keeping her company. Making sure she’s alright—mentally as much as physically.”

“Why am I the one that has to keep an eye on her?” Spencer asks. “She hates me!” 

“Don’t take it personally,” Gideon says. “She hates a lot of things.” 

“But it is personal,” Spencer insists. “She hates me because she thinks you like me more than her.” 

Gideon doesn’t seem phased at the comment. “She’s opinionated, but she’s harmless. And right now, I need to know that she’s with someone I can trust.”

“I— I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Please, Reid.” Gideon leans forward, and there’s an uncharacteristic vulnerability in his eyes. "If I'm going to be on this case, I need to know that she's safe. I won't be able to focus otherwise."

Spencer wasn’t going to lie—he genuinely thought it was a bad idea. But… Gideon said he trusted him. And this was his daughter—they might’ve argued, but they still cared about each other. if he could keep Lila Archer safe, he could keep you safe. 

“…Okay,” he finally concedes. “Okay.”

Gideon nods, and he watches the change in his eyes, the slightest bit of tension leaving his shoulders. “Thank you.”

“Just… make sure there are two bedrooms,” Spencer says. “I don’t need her to kill me one day in.”

At that, he cracks a rare smile. Spencer is thankful for it, that he can bring even the smallest amount of levity to Gideon’s life right now. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

-

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Your dad says your name, but you hardly let him finish. 

“No! First I find out I have a stalker, then my whole life’s going to be uprooted until you find them, and now I have to be stuck with boy genius?”

“You know, we’re about the same age—”

“Do you ever stop talking?” you cry, whirling on Spencer.

“I actually don’t talk that much when I’m around you,” Spencer says, his brows creasing. “This is the third time I’ve met you, and I’ve only said nine sentences across those meetings. Thirteen, if you count all of these too.”

You let out a strained laugh as you shake your head, trying to blink back tears. “This is fucking unbelievable. I know he’s practically your son, but this is just—”

“A safety precaution,” your dad interrupts. “Doctor Spencer Reid is another one of the BAU’s finest agents, and he is fully qualified to keep you safe.”

“He looks like a strong breeze could snap him in half.”

“This is not a joke,” your dad says sternly. “None of this is a joke. Your life is in danger—you have a stalker that has been watching your every move for at least a month, and we have no idea what their next move will be. Doctor Reid is more experienced than you in every facet of this, and I am entrusting him to your care. I respect him immensely, and you will do so as well.”

You don’t even look at Spencer, quiet rage simmering beneath the surface as you stare at your father.

“You really don’t get it,” you murmur. “Do you?”

“The only thing to get is that your life is in increasing danger with every moment you spend pushing against me,” your dad says, and he stands up. “Get your purse. Reid, get her duffle. We’re leaving.”

He leaves before you get the chance to do anything—you assume he’s finally tired of you. 

You just shake your head and pick up your purse, and Spencer clears his throat as he reaches for your duffle bag. You wonder if it even has anything useful—Aaron Hotchner was the one who packed it. 

“…So,” Spencer says. “I guess we’re gonna be roommates for a while.”

You huff in fully unveiled annoyance, and you push past him on your way out. 

“Great,” he mutters to himself as he follows you. “So this is what Gideon’s trust earns me.” 

It doesn’t take him too long to catch up to you, despite the unnecessary quick pace you’re taking. You bypass the elevator and head towards the stairwell, and Spencer catches the door before it’s able to slam on him. 

He says your name, but you just shake your head. 

“If we’re gonna be stuck together until this is over, I’d prefer silence.” 

“I don’t really do silence,” Spencer says. 

“I’m sure there’ll be plenty of books for you to read in whatever jail cell they throw me in.” 

“It’s actually going to be a pretty nice safe house,” he starts, throwing his hand up against the wall to catch himself from running into it as he turns, because god you are moving fast, “Gideon picked it out himself.” 

“Oh, then it’ll definitely be a jail cell,” you mock. “It’s not like he knows anything about me, so he’ll probably think that it’s perfect.” 

Spencer frowns. “Cut him some slack. This is all just as hard on him as it is on you.” 

You come to a sudden stop, whirling around to face him, and Spencer has to reel to the side to prevent himself from running into you. Had he not already been pressed up against the wall, he would have moved back further, what with the fire blazing in your eyes. 

“I’m not going to cut him any slack,” you spit. “This is the most time I’ve gotten to spend with my dad in months, and it’s only because some creep is stalking me to get back at him. The only reason I’m in this at all is because of his job that he cares about more than me, and now he’s sticking me with the guy that he wishes was his kid. So no, Doctor Reid—I’m not going to cut him any slack.” 

You’re already off on your way again before Spencer even has time to blink, and you’ve made it down the whole last flight by the time he pushes himself back up. 

He takes the steps three at a time to catch up to you, and he once again barely manages to catch the door before it slams on him. He calls your name, finally managing to fall into step with you right before you reach Gideon. He, like a normal person, deigned to take the elevator. 

“You haven’t started arguing already,” he says, passing a glance at Spencer, “have you?” 

“What do you think?” you ask, your arms crossed. 

“I think you’re giving him a hard time that you usually reserve for me,” he says. “Cut him some slack.” 

Your jaw clenches. “I’ve been getting a lot of that lately. Save the profiling for my stalker, will you?”  

“There’s plenty of profiling to go around,” Gideon says. “You two wait here—I need to confirm the safe house location before we head out.” 

“Can we stop by my place before we go?” Spencer asks. “I need to pick up some things.” 

“You have a go bag, don’t you?” 

“Yeah, but I— I wasn’t exactly prepared for this sort of thing when I came in today.” 

“You’ll be fine,” Gideon says. He walks off before Spencer can protest, and he sighs. 

You lean against the wall, your arms crossed with your purse hanging off your shoulder, and for once you don’t pass judgment on his—admittedly small—plight. 

“I changed my mind,” Spencer speaks up, deciding to try and break the remarkably high amount of tension that had built up in such a short time, and your eyebrows rise as you glance at him. 

“About what?” 

“I— I think I can do silence,” he says. “Temporarily.” 

You huff a laugh. “Really?” 

“I don’t really want to annoy you while we’re stuck together in an undisclosed location,” he says. “I don’t know what you’re capable of.” 

And for the first time since Spencer has met you, you actually smile. It’s the smallest thing, just a slight tilt of your lips that’s more akin to Hotch’s moments of levity than anything, but it’s a smile. 

“...Good choice,” you say. It feels like a joke, but Spencer isn’t sure. 

He smiles anyway. You meet his eyes, and for a moment, you’re just another girl. Someone that Spencer could imagine himself stealing glances at in a lecture hall, a regular at his favorite coffee shop that he falls for over the course of an especially cold winter, someone he meets on a night out with the team that he ends up talking to all night. 

You really do have pretty eyes. 

And then your gaze hardens, darts away from him, and Spencer sees Gideon coming back in his peripherals. The moment fractures. 

You’re not just a girl. You’re Gideon’s daughter, you’re in a remarkable amount of danger, and lest he forget, you do in fact hate him. 

Spencer lets out another short sigh. 

At least this safe house won’t have a pool.

[h2llish]

i've been following your blog for a while and absolutely adore your writing!

if its okay i'd love to see something with either leona or jamil (up to you!) and a reader who falls asleep on their shoulder during some sort of nrc road trip.. i'm not sure if nrc would have buses per say considering all the magic and stuff but the concept of an nrc school trip seems super interesting to me so if you're up for the request by all means just have fun with it!! i do notice that your requests are semi open so feel free to decline ofc !

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⁀➷ ˖ ROAD TRIP DROWSINESS

notes ─── hi anon! i’m so happy you like my writing! i don't think they'd have buses at nrc because of the mirror, but crowley would probably spring a sudden road trip on them which would just confuse the students, because why? (i also imagine their bus would probably be a bit fancier? idk how to explain it but nothing like the busses i'm used to.)

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ─── a wave of drowsiness leads you to find comfort on his shoulder ♡ fluff, gender neutral, can be read platonic or romantic, not proofread

transportation for students at nrc was not hard, all they had to do was enter the dark mirror and then they found themselves safely at their destination. so if it was that easy, why in the world was the headmage so adamant that they boarded this bus like they were kids back in middle school? ─ a road trip was his very (might many students say stupid) answer.

the only person who seemed to not have a problem with this sudden turn of events, was the magicless prefect from ramshackle. you didn't give any complaints or groan about using the easy way to get to the destination. you just nodded when the headmage announced the decision.

students were chosen at random, names drawn from a hat (a method the headmage seemed to rely on often).  and as the prefect, and the designated scapegoat for everything crowley did, you were of course among that group, with your dire beast other half. 

“i don't get it,” grim frowned, sitting on your shoulder as you approached the bus, where many familiar faces waited to board. “why can't we just use the mirror?”

ace was walking alongside you, being one of the people drawn to join the group. he had decided to met you at ramshackle, knowing you would inevitably have to board the bus as well. “i think the headmage called it some sort of bonding experience. don't know how a hours-long road will be a bonding experience.”

grim grumbled, turning his head to look at your face. you have yet to say anything to add to the conversation. “whaddya’ think, [name]?”

“what?” you blinked, sending a glance to the dire beast before looking ahead of you once more. “what do i think about what?”

“were you even listening to anything we just said?” ace sighed. 

you hummed, “i’ve learned to tune you guys out the moment you start speaking.” ─ and then you were wincing as the two of them shouted, leaning your head away from the monster as he and ace expressed how offended they were.

you sighed, this was going to be a long ride.

and right you were. 

things were okay (as okay as a group of irritable teenage boys with magic on a bus could be) during the first hour. but as the first hour turned to half, and you found yourself growing drowsy, you attempted to doze off, at least for a good twenty minutes. you were unsuccessful, as the moment you closed your eyes, you were quickly opening them to glance at a yelling grim.

epel and sebek, also being among the names drawn, were sitting next to you. epel and grim looked ready to pounce on an unnamed student who seemed to have picked a fight with them. ace didn't do much to stop the argument, in fact, he was actively encouraging it. and sebek, while he made an attempt to hold back a seething grim, was not of much help either. 

you sighed, but made no move to stop it ─ you expected something to happen eventually, and you weren't all that up to being the “reasonable” one of the group. you aren't sure what the argument was about, but neither did you care. if grim got in trouble for attacking a student, it would come back to bite you, but that was something for future you to worry about.

you glanced around the bus, before your attention landed on the savanaclaw housewarden sitting alone. ─ your friends continued to argue with the random guy, and you were sure they had no intention of ending the argument anytime soon. and you would rather sleep off some time on the road rather than listen to your friends go back and forth with someone you didn't even know the name of. you stood from your seat, uncaring of whether or not it was okay to do so as you approached the empty seat. 

leona had his head down, probably napping, the same thing you wanted to do. when you sat down beside him his ears twitched and he lifted his head to look at you, probably intending to scowl and scare off whoever had been stupid enough to sit beside him, until he realized it was you.

“what are you doing?” he frowned at you, but you went unfazed.

“sitting next to you, obviously.”

leona rolled his eyes, “why?”

instead of giving a verbal answer, you pointed at your friends, where sebek now had a grip on the scruff of grim’s neck, keeping him from jumping at the student. ace was laughing, offering no help to the half-fae. epel was no better than grim, with sebek’s arm held out in front of him, keeping him from doing anything.

"so you came to bother me instead?" he asked, and you looked at him straight-faced.

"yup."

leona sighed, but he didn't tell you to scram (not like you would if he did). he didn't say anything else, only close his eyes again and turning away, likely to try and nap. you weren't offended by his lack of reply, leaning your head back against the seat and trailing your eyes over the bus and your peers.

the longer you sat in somewhat silence ─ save for the incoherent yelling from your friends, you had for the most part zoned out, and the chatter of those on board ─ you found yourself falling to the drowsiness that have been interrupted before. you closed your eyes and let the movement of the bus guide you to sleep.

leona was awake, annoyed by the bus and those on the bus. his ears twitched when he heard your breathing slow beside him and he lifted his head, just as your head lolled to the side and you leaned against his shoulder.

he sighed, but made no move to push you off, glancing around you at the rest of the students of nrc, who were all either sleeping themselves, or chatting with friends. he leaned his head back, eyeing you as you shifted for a moment before relaxing again.

"where'd [name] go?" leona could hear your friends ask, no longer distracted by the argument that they were having with the random student.

he looked back at them, just in time to catch ace's eye, who was the first to see you sleeping against leona. he looked ready to say something, but leona narrowed his eyes on the first year. ace immediately shut his mouth, grinning awkwardly as he turned back to his friends.

leona huffed, looking back down at you to make sure you didn't stir. he adjusted in more comfortable position, an arm resting behind you on the seat, allowing you to lean closer, and hopefully, be more comfortable than leaning against his shoulder the way you had. and then he closed his eyes and joined you in a nap for the rest of the ride. (at least until they stopped for a break.)

this wasn't proofread so there will be probably be mistakes, i'll try to come back to edit later!

do not repost, translate, copy or run my writing through an ai

[adieutristana]

asexual reader headcanons; arcane women x fem!reader

this one is completely self-indulgent because i want to validate myself. if there happens to be a demand for this, enjoy

disclaimer that i’m aware asexuality is a spectrum. i lean way toward the sex-repulsed side of things, so that’s how i will write reader.

summary; arcane women dating asexual!reader

characters included; jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn, lest

tags/warnings; fluff, hurt/comfort, reader is asexual (duh), not rly nsfw but sex is talked about? if that makes sense, maybe (probably) ooc, VERY brief mentions of sa, kinda short, again this is self-indulgent

men dni.

jinx;

✧.* not even really a conversation that’s had. you tell her that you’re asexual, she looks at you for a moment, shrugs, and goes back to whatever she’s doing.

✧.* honestly does not care.

✧.* this scared you at first- her lack of response made you think she might be upset, or as if she wanted to pretend she didn’t hear you. when you brought it up with her, jinx seemed to be a bit confused as to why it was such a big deal to you.

✧.* “so what? i can still bring you around zaun, and hold you, and kiss you in the hideout. that stuff doesn’t matter.”

✧.* you’ll have to discuss boundaries with her of course. i personally believe she has a lot of stamina, but not the highest drive, so it doesn’t really matter to her. you’re open to the idea, just not right now? great. you don’t think you can ever see yourself having sex? that’s cool too.

✧.* what matters to jinx is that you’re around. you’re there. she’s yours, and you’re hers. she wants that connection, the humanity of it all.

✧.* still super touchy. of course she won’t do anything that crosses a line, but jinx is gonna be sat in your lap and peppering kisses all over your face while rambling away about some new invention of hers any chance she gets.

✧.* “sooo… what’s my pretty girl up to? nothing? oh, i guess i’ll find a spot then…”

✧.* before sprawling herself out on your lap, giggling up at you. she thinks she’s hilarious.

✧.* i think she’d still make a lot of dirty jokes, though. jinx doesn’t necessarily mean anything by them, she’s just a girl who likes to laugh and have a fun time. she’ll stop if you ask her to.

✧.* if she does do something out of line, she’s immediately apologizing profusely and asking what she can do to make it right. probably one of the downsides of dating jinx… you’ll have to assure her endlessly that it’s okay, she made a mistake, you’re not upset. jinx just hates the thought of you being mad at her, she can’t bear even the thought of losing you.

✧.* jinx can be pretty romantic when she wants to be- in her own way, of course. she’s always been less than conventional. sex is one way of expressing love- but she’s got a bunch more, don’t worry.

✧.* post-it notes on your things with stick figure drawings of the two of you, surprise kisses in the middle of you talking, impromptu firework shows just for you…

vi;

✧.* i don’t think she’d really care much either. she is sexual, but she doesn’t need it to survive i don’t think?

✧.* if anything, she was just a bit confused when you told her about your sexuality. she didn’t realize that that was an option until you told her about your preferences

✧.* but it’s you! and vi cares about you, so she’ll do whatever she can to make sure that you’re happy. she probably will ask if you’d be open to the possibility someday, but she won’t pressure you if you tell her ‘no’ or ‘not anytime soon.’

✧.* “as long as i get to be with you, cupcake.”

✧.* vi cannot stand the idea of ever doing anything out of line, though, so she’ll make sure to outline absolutely everything with you. as i’ve said in other posts, i think vi would be a pretty good communicator. getting things out of the way before they become a problem. gods forbid she tried to make a move on you before you had told her.

✧.* still suuuuch a tease, just in a more ‘pg’ way. she’ll withhold kisses from you just to see you pout, she’ll brush your back from behind you and chuckle when you jump in surprise.

✧.* you’re just adorable to vi, don’t mind her.

✧.* “what? i can’t think it’s funny? i think you need to lighten up a little, babe.”

✧.* vi will definitely ask you questions as well, though it’s not anything malicious or her trying to prod. the first place her mind goes is it being a trauma response- but regardless of your answer, she’ll support it. she just wants to understand you and where you’re coming from better, and if it’s something as simple as you just not enjoying the idea of sex, then so be it!

✧.* cannot reiterate enough how important communication is. vi loves you, she wants to understand you, she wants to know exactly what to do and what not to do.

mel;

✧.* i don't think she'd mind much, honestly. mel is very well-read, probably already knows a good deal about human sexuality and the wide spectrum it is. i don't think she'd ever necessarily considered that someone could just... not experience sexual attraction, but she doesn't really think twice about it when you tell her.

✧.* of course she has questions, but they're only so that she can understand you better. she can't get all of her knowledge on a topic like this from research, of course.

✧.* one of the most important things to mel is connection. sex is one way to connect, but not the only, and she’ll happily take the other options if it’s what you need.

✧.* good communication, physical touch, taking you out for sweet dinners or letting you look after her after something particularly dangerous… all things that mel loves. feeling close to you, being there with you, sharing warm moments with you. she loves spoiling you, it’s quickly become one of her favorite things to do.

✧.* “anything you want to do, dearest,” she’d say. “just name it, and it’s yours. no matter how far it is, or how outlandish, you’ll be happy.”

✧.* if you decide that you are open to a sexual relationship, mel will cover every single base with you before trying anything. of course that’s what should be done, but she genuinely wants to make sure everything is to your comfort and you’re happy. and you’re going it because you want to, not just to please her

✧.* mel is just such a sweet and gentle lover all around. as long as she has that level of connection, the companionship, the trust, she’s happy. as long as she gets to kiss you and hold you when she needs to, as long as she gets to hear that you love her, mel is happy.

sevika;

✧.* you’re gonna have to explain to sevika what asexuality is and what it means to you. i’m so sorry

✧.* it’s not that she won’t understand, it’s just that she’s not too familiar with the terminology and well… it’s not very common

✧.* once you do explain it to her, though, there’s not much of a reaction. i don’t think she’d ever considered the possibility of someone just not feeling sexual attraction or not feeling the need for sex. but once she thinks about it, she supposes it makes sense, everyone is different.

✧.* sevika is sexual. she canonically goes to zaun’s brothel. but i don’t think she’d be bothered having an asexual partner, it’s nice to just have somebody around, somebody to care for and love, even if they’re not up to that side of a relationship. she appreciates your company, your reassurance, your love regardless of what form it comes in.

✧.* that, and she has a hand if she gets desperate.

✧.* “doesn’t matter, dove. can still share a bed and touch you, yeah…? just in other ways.”

✧.* i’ve said it several times before and i’ll say it again, sevika is fiercely loyal. something as insignificant as this will not affect that! if anything she’s thankful that you’re honest with her, you’re upfront, and that you trust her to love you the way you need to be loved

✧.* incredibly touchy regardless, just keeps her hands off of certain areas unless you tell her it’s okay to put them there. she loves being by your side, loves that contact, loves pressing soft kisses to your neck or wrapping her arms around you from behind as she whispers sweet words to you.

caitlyn;

✧.* you’re gonna have to explain it to her… she’s heard of asexuality before, but i don’t think she’d really understand right off the bat. you’ll probably have to explain that it’s not the same as celibacy, just the fact that you don’t feel sexual attraction to begin with

✧.* once it clicks there’s not really much conversation after that! of course cait will ask about your boundaries, what asexuality means to you specifically, what you do and don’t want to do, but she catches on pretty quickly. you just need to give her a second for everything to make sense in her head

✧.* caitlyn is pretty romantic i’d think, and although she’s sexual, asexuality is far from a dealbreaker for her. cait is more than willing to express her love in other ways- (non sexual) physical touch, little words of reassurance, her protection, the way she does you favors without you even having to ask…

✧.* caitlyn makes sure to use her words especially. she loves telling you that she loves you, she loves complimenting you, calling you sweet pet names, making you feel special by speaking to you. it makes her so incredibly happy

✧.* “you’re beautiful, darling, do you know that? you drive me mad constantly, i swear…”

✧.* caitlyn is also pretty big on communication and i think she’d be the type to make sure any little touch is okay. she gets a bit anxious, and you might have to reassure her that it’s perfectly fine for her to grab your waist or hips. she just worries, she doesn’t want to overstep.

✧.* she’s down for anything that you want to do, and don’t want to do. it’s all for your comfort, and as long as you’re hers- her love, her girlfriend, she’s happy.

lest;

✧.* doesn’t really have a grand reaction to you telling her. i’d say she’s sexual and experienced, but this also makes her aware of the various ways sexuality works. so what if you don’t experience sexual attraction, or the same desires many others do?

✧.* of course there are the multiple conversations, mostly about boundaries and exactly what you do and don’t want to do. lest is fine with anything, but she’s a lover at heart. all she wants is to take care of you, and make sure that you’re comfortable with whatever is going on.

✧.* still incredibly touchy. stealing kisses in between clients if you visit her at work, snuggling up to you, purring against you as you embrace her… lest genuinely just loves to be close to you

✧.* she’s tired constantly. lest is a busy woman, so being able to come home to you after a long day of dealing, negotiating, stroking clients’ egos… it’s a treat. something that becomes motivation for her. count on lest to crawl up next to you on the couch when she finally arrives home, sighing as you card your fingers through her silky hair.

✧.* “i swear, they get more and more difficult every day…” she’d lament.

✧.* IF you decide that you’re up for anything, lest will be checking in on you the entire time during to make sure you’re okay. probably the first few times. she knows you’re alright, you’re safe, but the last thing she wants is to make her asexual partner uncomfortable or hurt her.

✧.* but even if you’re not, it doesn’t make any difference to lest.

✧.* she’s got a beautiful woman who loves her, who cares for her. who she can bring around piltover and spoil, share peaceful moments with… it’s all she could ask for.

[l0velysmut]

Can you please write Neteyam with readers as Enemies to Lovers? with smut and he says he's loved readers for a long time.Please I really love your writing.

neteyam x fem!omaticaya!reader

contains: enemies to lovers (but ur not really enemies), stalker neteyam, kinda manipulative neteyam if u squint???, love confession, virginity loss, tsaheylu, p in v, creampie, poorly written !!!

wc: 2.8k unedited

na’vi words: skxawng = moron/idiot.

a/n: sorry if this isn’t what you expected!

Ever since the first time Neteyam laid eyes on you, he had been head over heels in love with you. But he didn’t like that he felt that way about you, so what better way to cover it up then by hating you more than anyone else in the clan?

You were so confused when you were the only person he would target and make fun of. To the public eye, he was nice, athletic, a charmer, and overall the golden boy of the clan. And not only was he the future Olo’eyktan, but he was also the son of Toruk Makto, which in your opinion, made it even worse and even more embarrassing whenever he would bully you. So, you’ve stood up for yourself the best you could.

But the truth was, he never enjoyed bullying you. He never enjoyed calling you degrading names like stupid or meaningless. In fact, he called himself stupid on the regular for starting a hateful pattern towards you and having no choice but to stick with it.

Every day he saw you, he wanted nothing more then to tell you how he truly felt, but he couldn’t just stop being mean to you out of the blue. You’d think something was up and that he was pranking you, so he just kept doing what he’d been doing since you were children.

He watched you from afar, doing your daily chores and sticking to the routine you had forged to keep yourself busy. Neteyam kept note and even followed you from a distance just to see where you were going, and he even kept track of who you talked to.

He had memorized your schedule, so if anyone just so happened to ask him where you were, all he had to do was figure out the time and then he’d know.

But today, you were doing something different. You were going somewhere he was unfamiliar of.

So, with a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying attention to him. He discarded what he was doing, and followed you discreetly, being far away enough for you to not realize he was there. He ran up a tree and jumped from vine to vine and tree to tree, following you from above and watching like an ikran hunting its meal.

And soon enough, you came to a stop, but Neteyam’s brows furrowed when he saw the stature of another man. He hears you laugh, and you take hold of another man’s hands. He watched through the green vines, glaring at the man he knew very well from training.

His name was Eaopu, and from what Neteyam could see from training, he had nothing to offer you. He was lazy, and couldn’t tell his left from right. Neteyam was in disbelief that you went out of your way to see this man, deep in the middle of the forest. Neteyam could feel his chest tighten as his mind raced with numerous thoughts of just marching over there and bashing Eaopu’s head in then making you his, but obviously he couldn’t let his emotions get the best of him because, afterall, you two were enemies and he couldn’t let you find out that he was basically stalking you and had been for years.

Neteyam watched as Eaopu pushed your dark, unbraided hair behind your ear, leaning in to whisper what he could only imagine was something dirty by the lustful look on his disgusting face.

“Eaopu,” Neteyam hears you say in an almost angry tone. “You know I don’t do that stuff. I’m waiting until marriage.”

“Oh, c’mon. We both know you won’t be mated any time soon,” Eaopu replied, grasping your forearm. “Why not just get it out of the way?”

Neteyams nostrils flare and his eyes darken as he listens to the conversation.

“Because! I want it to be special.” You tell him, pushing his chest to back him away from you, but he doesn’t budge. And Neteyam then knows what Eaopu’s intentions were with you. Leading you out into the deep forest to try to convince you to have sex with him, knowing how adamant you were on not having sex until marriage. Neteyam knew Eaopu was strong, so there’d be no way for you to get away if Eaopu tried what Neteyam feared.

“So then why’d you even meet me here? Huh?! Was this your plan this whole time? Get me all excited and leave me with blue balls?” Eaopu yelled, his voice echoing throughout the empty part of the forest you two were in.

You stare at Eaopu in disbelief as he backs you up against a tree. Neteyam then knew he had to step in.

The future Olo’eyktan jumped down from the tree and marched over to the scene, pushing back Eaopu’s shoulder, causing him to flinch.

“N-Neteyam!” Eaopu’s eyes widened, and he was taken aback by Neteyam’s sudden appearance. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

“Oh, really?” Neteyam knew he didn’t have to say much in order for Eaopu to surrender in fear and walk away. When he had done so, Neteyam turned to you, back against the rough bark of a tree.

“You okay?” He asked you, observing your body language.

“I don’t need your protection.” You say, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. You were grateful, but you still quote on quote “hated” him so you had to keep that going.

“Hey, I just saved your ass from whatever he was about to do to you!” Neteyam shouted, arm pointed to where Eaopu had left.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t need you to save me! I can save myself.” You argue, and he chuckles.

“This is unbelievable.” He shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips. “I follow you out here, and save you from him, and you start-“

“You followed me out here?!” You cut him off and he freezes, lips parted. He tried to think of things he could say to get out of this.

“N-No, no. I didn’t follow you out here. Please.” He scoffed. “Why would I want to follow you, of all people? That’s ridiculous.” He defended himself, and you raised your hairless brows.

“Oh, yeah? So then how’d you get to save me just in time?” You ask, arms still crossed as you take a step towards him.

“I was hunting!” He defended once again, arms outstretched for a moment before falling to his side.

“Really? Where’s your bow and arrow?” You question.

He knew you had him, and he sighed in defeat, ears folded against his braids. “Okay, okay, fine. Yes, I followed you. But don’t let it get to your head, you skxawng. I just wanted to make sure you were safe.” He admitted, his eyes not missing the way your lips quirked up slightly.

You stay silent, feeling your cheeks burn up. Your heart thumped against your chest like a rock being tossed against your skin from the inside, and you looked away.

“Thanks. I guess.” You say in a soft tone, glancing at him when he steps forward.

“You're welcome.” He replies, and both of you are silent for a few moments before he breaks it.

“Listen, I…” He starts, but doesn’t know how. “I don’t want to hate each other anymore.”

His words make you stare at him, brows furrowed. “Hey, you’re the one that started it. What did I ever do to you, anyway? Y’know, since we’re here all alone, you might as well tell me. None of your friends are around to influence you, so please. Enlighten me.”

He opens his mouth then closes it, and he sighs again. “You never did anything to me, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“You never did anything to me. I suppose I started picking on you because..” He breathes in deeply before admitting his feelings to you. “I really liked you, and I didn’t know how to go about it because I was young, and dumb. But over the years, I just started liking you more and now I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do because I was a bully and I made you hate me and I don’t think we could be anything more the enemies and it hurts my soul every time we go at each others necks because it’s not what I want! I just want…” He runs his fingers around his mouth. “I just want you.”

Your eyes are wide as you listen to his rambling, and you swallow to relieve your dry throat. He just opened his heart to you, revealing that all this time when he made fun of you and humiliated you, he actually was just in love with you.

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know why I dropped this on you. I should go.” He says when you just stand there and stare at him, but as he’s about to walk away, you grab his wrist and smash your mouth against his.

He melts into the kiss, his heart melting along with it. He brings his hand up to cup your cheek and his other hand to hold your waist. This is what he’s wanted for years. He’s wanted so badly to feel your lips against his; he’s spent years just imagining it.

When you pull away, your faces stay close and you can feel his warm panting against your lips. He pressed his forehead to yours and you whispered, “I want you, too.”

His eyes close briefly with a smile stretching across his lips, and he kisses you again.

“Then be mine. Forever.” He whispers against your plump lips, and you pull away slightly. When he sees your reaction, he’s quick to drop to his knees and lean his forehead on your lower stomach, hugging your thighs. “Please, Y/N. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this; how long I’ve wanted you. Do you know how many women I’ve turned down all because I was stuck on you?” He looks up at you, amber eyes filled with an emotion you’ve never seen on Neteyam.

His eyes were glossy and he looked up at you with pure desperation. He would never force you to do something you didn’t want to, but if you truly wanted him, then you two would come to an agreement.

“Neteyam, this is so sudden… and besides, you’ve said it yourself, no one would ever want to mate with me-“ He cuts you off and stands up, cupping your cheeks.

“No, no, no, no, I was lying, I was just saying that, I’m sorry.. I never meant anything I’ve ever said about you.” He tried to reassure you, and you stared at him, not quite knowing what to do.

“You want me, too, right?” He asked, and you nodded, putting your hands on his shoulders.

He takes your hands in his and gently brings you both to the ground on your knees in front of each other. He decided to sit and have a long talk with you about everything, and you both opened your hearts to each other. Tears spilled, and laughter filled the part of the forest you two were in, but eventually you came to an agreement.

That’s how you ended up underneath him, his bare body grinding against yours. You two had finally connected after years of covered up desire, and now you were one for all of eternity.

Neteyam couldn’t describe the feeling of being mated with you in words, he could only feel how amazing and euphoric it felt for your souls to be intertwined.

You two breathed heavily, gasping and panting between kisses as Neteyam pushed into you, his cock pulsing in his hand as he breached you for the first time. You hissed at the pain of being stretched out this much for the first time, and he could feel it through the bond. He could feel your pain, but also your burning desire to get past it the best you could.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a voice you’d never thought you’d hear him talk in. He has bottomed out inside of you, and remained very still while hovering over you, his arms holding himself up at either side of your head, caging you.

He tried so hard to not pull back and pound into you like his gut was telling him to, but he wanted to listen to his heart and his mind, and he wanted to wait until you were ready.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Ju-Just go slow.” You tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled out about an inch and then pushed in. This feeling was so new for the both of you. The way your pussy enveloped around his cock tightly made his head dizzy, and the way his cock penetrated you and hit spots inside of you that you didn’t think could be reached made your brain feel all gooey.

He kissed your jaw, and pulled out more, then back in, searching for any sign of discomfort through the bond. He fortunately found nothing within the shared connection, and slid in and out of you faster.

You place a hand down at his abs, trying to tell him to go slower because you weren’t quite ready, and he groaned before slowing down. He wanted to pound you like an animal, but he wanted you to feel good, too. He didn’t want to hurt you, not anymore. He wanted to protect you forever, and he didn’t want anyone to walk all over you anymore. Now, he would protect you like a mate should.

“Oh, great mother.” You whine, throwing your head back and clenching around him even tighter then before. He didn’t even know it was possible for him to be inside something so wet and tight.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on you for so long, I should’ve told you I loved you a long time ago.” He said softly in your ear and his hips rocked back and forth. “I regret everything from before- fuck… I regret not taking you as mine since the moment I realized I was in love with you.”

You couldn’t speak, you felt like everytime his bulbous tip hit that spongy part inside of you that felt particularly good, the air left your lungs. You struggled to form a coherent thought as his cock fucked you dumb. You never knew your enemy's cock could feel this good; though, you’re not enemies anymore.

Neteyam supported his weight on one arm while the other reached down to play with the small nub he's thought so many times about sucking and rubbing. He rubbed tight circles on your clit, making your back arch into him, your chest pressing against his.

“You’re so pretty,” He whispered, kissing your cheek and then pecking your lips. “So beautiful.”

You wanted to thank him, but you knew he could hear it in his mind.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum already.” He murmured, whining loudly when his cock twitched. He felt a burning sensation throughout him, and you grind your hips back against his, helping him reach his orgasm as well as reaching your own high.

“M-Me, too, I think.” You say, panting and moaning. He rubbed your clit faster, and you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling his cock further inside of you.

You both cum at the same time, your orgasms sending tingles throughout both of your bodies that twitched and spasmed against each other. Neteyam’s hips continued to grind as he spilled inside of you, and you could feel his cum sloshing around inside of you. You closed your eyes at the feeling, and your hips jerked at the stimulation.

“That was…” Neteyam started talking to praise you, but he couldn’t wrap his head around how good it felt. He never thought he would actually be able to get you to be his, he always just thought he fucked up his oppurtunity to be with you, but now that he had you, he was never going to let you go for as long as you two lived.

He was going to worship you and never say anything mean to you ever again until his dying days.

He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and remained inside of you. You hug him tightly, inhaling his scent. Then, he rolled over to lay next to you, pulling out of you slowly with a pop! sound.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you close, your nude bodies pressed against each other as your limbs tangled before finally sleeping. He knew his father would be looking for him, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything else or any other responsibilities. He only cared about you now.

[iluvchick3nz]

Hi! Do you only write fanfic for SW? Would you write something in the universe of write me in? I would love to read about finn logan and leo being together after the end of wmi, seeing how their relationship with leo evolves as finnlo becomes public!

(i love all your fics, you're amazing!!!)

Of COURSE I'll write stuff in this AU! It's so cute, and I absolutely adore it. I'm happy to write in almost any AU you all want. :)

Disclaimer: this work by @lumosinlove is not actually finished yet, so what I am writing is not necessarily canon, but an imagined extension of the story we have already written for us. I highly recommend you read it if you haven't!

TW: mention of nefarious activities, but nothing explicit, as per usual. :)

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo felt his phone vibrate as soon as he stepped into his building’s elevator. He rolled out his shoulders and let out an exasperated sigh, but smiled as soon as he saw the screen. Difficult little rockstar, it said, with a picture of Finn on Leo’s family boat in New Orleans, looking up at the camera as he sat on the seat, all sunburnt and happy. Leo let it ring for a moment, just to look at Finn’s gorgeous freckles a bit longer, before picking up. “Hello?”

“Hi, sunshine! Good day?” Finn sounded bright, a contrast to the rain that was pouring outside. 

“All right, yeah,” Leo answered. “Long day at work, lots of editing. Went on a run this morning, so that was nice.”

Leo could hear Finn’s pout. “Without me?”

The elevator door dinged and Leo stepped out, amused. “Sweetheart, you’re busy, and you live a forty minute train ride away. I can do long runs on the weekends with you, but not on a Tuesday at five in the morning.”

Leo would bet anything that that bottom lip was still stuck out. “Why do you live so far?” Finn groaned.

“Because I’m not a difficult little rockstar.” Leo moved the phone to hold it with his shoulder as he dug for his keys. “I can’t afford a penthouse.”

“You know, it doesn’t have to be a penthouse! There are other options.”

“None within my budget, I’m afraid. It’s okay, I’ll travel anywhere to eat those croissants from the place a couple blocks down.”

“I thought you came to visit us?”

Leo bit his lip as he shut the apartment door behind him. “That, too.” He shucked off his shoes and flopped on the couch with a groan. “It’s been a long day, fuck me.”

“Well, not when you’re forty minutes away.”

Leo rolled his eyes and felt his cheeks warm. “Shut up.”

“I bet all my penthouse rent that you’re blushing right now.”

“You can’t see me.”

“But I know you. And I love you. I know you and I love you, so I know you’re blushing.” He lowered his voice as if to keep their conversation private. “I’ll travel forty minutes to make you blush more, sunshine, if you want.”

Leo tisked. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the studio?”

“Yeah, I’m taking a break. We’ve recorded these damn backing harmonies so many times I’ll be singing them in my sleep.”

“Well,” Leo said, standing to stretch and walk to his bedroom. “We can FaceTime later if you want.” He paused to roll out his neck. “Is Lo there?”

“Nah, he’s not needed for this. I think he’d actually throw the producer’s notebook at the wall if he was here.”

Leo laughed. “Well, then I’m glad he’s not there, then.”

Finn hummed. “Actually, I think you’ll really like where Logan is right now.” 

“What?” Leo furrowed his brow as he pushed open his bedroom door. “What do you mean-” He let out a gasp and then smiled. “Oh.”

Logan was in the middle of his bed on his stomach, starfished out as if reaching for them in his sleep. He was in one of Leo’s sweatshirts, one from his college newspaper that he wrote for, and his hair was a mess of long waves. The sheets were pooled low, and the hoodie had ridden up, so Leo got a clear view of the warm, soft skin of Logan’s lower back. Leo lowered his voice as he spoke into the phone.

“Is this a surprise?” he whispered.

“Oo-ways, peanut butter,” Finn said. “Is he sleeping?”

“Yeah.” Leo started moving towards the bed. 

“Go on, wake him up. We can say hi together.”

“Okay. I’ll put you on speaker and on the pillow, but don’t make a sound yet, ‘kay?”

“Roger that, babe.”

Leo set his phone down on the pillow unoccupied by Logan’s head and knelt on the mattress. Logan looked so peaceful and relaxed. Leo admired the way his long eyelashes casted shadows over his upper cheeks, and how his perfect Cupid’s bow lips were parted and squished against the pillow. He ran a hand through Logan’s hair softly before settling it on his lower back. 

“Logan.” When that still didn’t rouse him, Leo began to press kisses to the back of his neck. “Lo, sweetheart, I’m home.”

There was the tensing of Logan’s muscles as he woke up, then they relaxed once more against the sheets with a deep breath. “Soleil.”

Leo smiled wider. Logan hadn’t even opened his eyes. “Hi, honey. Good nap?”

Logan just made a sleepy affirmative sound and rolled over onto his side, green eyes now looking into Leo’s own. He lifted an arm up. “Ici, mon coeur.”

“One sec.” Leo picked up his phone in his left hand and joined Logan in the bed. He wrapped his arm around Logan’s waist and looped it up around his shoulder to hold the phone above them. He pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead as he tangled their legs. “Say hi to Fish, sweetheart.”

“Hey, sweet thing.”

Logan’s smile was tired, but content. “Rouge.”

“That’s me. Hey, I kept the surprise a secret, are you proud?”

Leo felt Logan’s amused huff against his neck. “Ouais, so proud.”

“Aw, shucks, baby, thanks.” There was some noise on the other line. “Hey, look, I gotta go, but I love you both very much, okay? I’ll see you soon, I’m stopping by after work, Le.”

Leo just shook his head fondly. “I can’t stop you, can I?”

“Nor would you want to. Okay, goodbye, I love you, love you, love you, love you-”

Logan laughed. “Ouais, je t’aime, mon rouge.”

“Love you, sweetheart,” Leo whispered.

“I love you!” Then the line went dead.

Leo threw his phone towards the end of the bed and wrapped Logan up properly. “That key I gave you came in handy, huh?”

“Mhm.” Logan yawned and nuzzled closer. “Missed you. I wanted to see you.” He kissed Leo’s jaw. “Good surprise?”

“Of course.” Leo palmed the skin of Logan’s hip. “I like your sweatshirt.”

Logan bit at Leo’s skin. “I like you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Ouais. I love you.”

“Well how about that?” Leo hovered above him to kiss him lingeringly. “I love you, too.” 

Logan reached up for him. “Come back.”

“Hold on, sweetheart, let me change into some comfy clothes.”

Leo left Logan alone and dozing for a few minutes to change into some joggers and a sweatshirt. It was one of Finn’s that he stole, a well-worn New York Rangers hoodie, and he played with the hood strings as he knelt back on the bed to pull back the covers. 

“When does Finn get out?” he asked in French.

“Around seven. He’s got the other key you gave us.” Logan opened his arms again for Leo to settle into. “He said he’d bring dinner. From that Thai place we both like.”

“Oh, that sounds so good right now.” Leo let out a sigh and allowed his weight to settle into the bed. “Best Tuesday ever.”

Logan hummed and squeezed Leo tighter. “Sleep.”

“You read my mind.” Leo brushed Logan’s hair back from his face to look at his droopy green eyes. “How do you do that?”

Logan’s smile was warm. “Because I love you.”

“I love you.” Leo nudged their noses together then cupped Logan’s head to his chest. “Nap, sweetheart, until Finn gets here.” 

Logan just let out a content sigh and kissed his chin before they both closed their eyes.

***

Leo woke up a while later to a hand running gently through his hair. He leaned into the touch and opened his eyes, stretching his toes towards the end of the bed. When he was met with a freckled grin and soft brown eyes framed by dark glasses, he smiled. “Hi.”

“Hi, baby.” Finn leaned down and kissed his forehead. “How are you?”

“Good.” Leo pressed into the hand still carding through his curls. “You’re here.”

“Of course I am. Got my boys all cozy and waiting in bed for me.”

Leo shifted a bit to get a hand on the back of Finn’s neck and drew him down for a kiss. “You want to stay the night? I don’t want you going out in the dark.”

Finn bit his lip playfully. “You know I can just call my driver.”

Leo nipped his lip back. “Maybe I just want you to wake up in my bed.”

“Can’t argue with that.” Finn’s pleased eyes flitted to look over Leo’s shoulder. “Good morning, grumpy.”

Leo turned to find green eyes examining them both. Logan just let out a tired grunt from the back of his throat and stretched in Leo’s arms. “Salut.”

Finn leaned over Leo’s body to kiss Logan, too, before sitting up and away. Leo thought he looked so handsome in his plum quarter zip and jeans. “You hungry, lovers? Got some Thai for you.” 

 “Thank you, sweetheart,” Leo said. He kissed Logan’s cheek. “C’mon, honey, gotta get up.” And Logan’s groan, Leo smiled and scratched a hand through his hair. “You’ve been so lazy this afternoon. Just sleeping.”

Logan let out another groan and began to roll off the bed. He sat on the edge and rubbed his face with his hands with a yawn. “Merde.” He stretched his arms above his head and stood, smiling at them both. “Salut.”

“Hi, baby.” Finn held out a hand to pull Leo up off the bed and into a kiss. “And my other baby. Hungry?”

“Starving.”

Ten minutes later, they were sitting at Leo’s small dining room table with heaps of take out boxes in front of them. Leo and Logan had both laughed when they saw how much food Finn brought, but he’d just smiled and said he couldn’t choose just three dishes, opening the box of chicken satay. Leo couldn’t say he wasn’t grateful- the leftovers would likely last him for at least two days.  

“Thank you for dinner, sweetheart,” Leo said, scooping some Massaman curry onto his rice. 

Finn smiled up briefly from his own plate. “Of course, Le. You had a long day.”

Leo hummed around a bite. “It just dragged on. The whole day I was thinking about coming back and watching that new show I started.” He reached out and squeezed Logan’s hand. “But my surprise was better.”

Logan took his fingers and kissed him. “Bien.” 

Leo took up his fork again. “Do you guys need anything to stay the night? It’s been a while, I’m usually at your place.”

Finn shook his head. “Nope, brought a bag. No comfy clothes, though, so I guess we’ll have to borrow yours, unfortunately.”

“Shame,” Leo said sarcastically.

Finn shrugged his shoulders. “What can you do?” He then gave Logan a meaningful look, one that Leo didn’t understand. He’d gotten good at reading them in the year and half they’d been together, and most of the time he could, but sometimes the fact that they’d known each other for much longer caught up with them, and Leo was left trying to put the pieces together. 

“What?” Leo asked, looking between them. He sank a little into his seat. “Is there something wrong?”

Both of them turned abruptly to him, eyes wide in surprise. Finn shook his head rapidly back and forth and took Leo’s hand. “No, no, Le, baby, nothing’s wrong.” He laughed nervously. “Actually, we wanted to ask you something.”

Leo furrowed his eyebrows. “Okay…”

Logan shifted his chair closer and rested a hand on Leo’s upper thigh. His green eyes were earnest. “We were wondering…” He looked at Finn briefly, who smiled and gave him an encouraging nod. When Logan caught Leo’s eye again, he was smiling, too. “How would you feel if this was one of the last nights spent in this apartment?”

Leo felt his heart stop for a minute. “What? You mean…”

Finn kissed his fingers. “Move in with us, baby.”

Leo brought his free hand to his mouth. He felt his eyes starting to become wet. “Really?”

Logan let out a teary laugh and squeezed Leo’s thigh. “Ouais, mon coeur. Move in with us.”

“Oh my God.” Leo knew his grip on Finn’s hand was tight, but he couldn’t seem to let go. He nodded his head and looked between them. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

 The next thing he knew his face was being gripped between Logan’s hands as he pressed kisses all over Leo’s cheeks. They were both laughing and crying as Leo reached out to draw him into his lap. He felt Logan’s warm weight settle over his thighs as a different pair of hands came to run their fingers through his hair and eventually settle on the base of his neck. Leo turned his face blindly for Finn’s mouth, Logan moving to kiss down the side of his neck. Leo kissed Finn hard before pulling back to look at him. “Are you sure?”

“Of course we are, what kind of question is that?” Finn was standing above him and smiling so wide almost all his teeth were showing. “We miss you when you’re not there. It’s not home without you, baby.”

That made Leo close his eyes, a tear slipping out and falling down his cheek. He felt Logan gently kiss it away. “Mon coeur.”

“I’m sorry,” Leo whispered. “I just- to hear you say that, I-” He cut himself off and took in a shaky breath before opening his eyes again. Logan had settled himself into the crook of Leo’s neck and Finn was cupping Leo’s jaw gently. Leo took a deep breath. “It’s not that I don’t know that you love me. It’s just that, you’ve been together for longer, and were public together before being public with me, and even still people aren’t really aware. And there are times when you’re away for so long anyways,  I guess- I don’t know, I guess I just thought it was easier, having two separate places, so people didn’t speculate as much. That it was safer for you.”

Finn made a soft sound and kissed Leo’s forehead hard. “What, did you think we wouldn’t want you to come live with us? We love you, baby. We want you forever, and we want you home.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. Leo turned to look at him, and Logan kissed him gently before continuing. “And we don’t care what people think.” He flicked his eyes to Finn before kissing Leo again. “We were thinking of taking a break. Of being home with you.”

Leo sniffed, wiping his cheek. “Huh?”

Finn leaned down to drape his arms over Leo’s shoulders. “The album’s almost done. And normally we’d be planning a tour, or something, but we thought- maybe we delay this tour by a couple years.”

Leo’s eyes widened. “What? I can’t ask you to do-”

“You’re not asking us to do anything, baby,” Finn said. He let out a sigh into Leo’s neck. “Honestly, I’m really tired. I love music, and I love performing, but… I don’t know, maybe we do a New York concert series for a couple weeks after the album is out, but then we just want to stay home with you. Maybe write a bit, spend time with friends and family, do some volunteering, and just be with each other.”

“Oui,” Logan whispered. His hands were mindlessly running through Leo’s hair. “We want to stay still for a while.”

“Settle,” Finn contributed. 

“Ouais, settle.” Logan touched their foreheads together. “I thought I had everything, when I got Finn, but something inside of me was still- restless. I thought it was because we were moving so much, but then I met you, mon soleil. And for the first time, I felt still inside.” He kissed Leo’s cheek. “So let us be still together, for a while.”

“And who knows,” Finn said. “Maybe after a few years, we come back and do a tour, but this time engaged.”

Leo breathed in so sharply that he had to clear his throat. “What?”

Finn knew he’d got him. Leo could tell by the smile that was pressed into his neck. “I said what I said.”

“But, you two-”

“Are not getting married without you, mon amour.” Logan’s eyes were amused now. “I thought you knew that.”

“Oh.” Leo felt his heart in his throat. “You mean…”

“I’m not proposing now,” Logan said gently, smiling at them both. “But when I do, I’ll put a ring on both your fingers.”

Finn cupped his jaw softly with one hand. “And who says it’ll be you that proposes first?”

Logan’s grin was a bit fond, a bit mischievous. “Because it’s a competition. And I like to win.”

Finn’s eyebrows shot up. “Is that right?”

“Ouais.” 

“Hm.” Finn leaned down to kiss Logan, then turned Leo’s face to kiss him, too. “We mean it, sunshine,” he mumbled against Leo’s mouth. “We don’t want to do anything without you, preferably not ever.” With a last kiss, he pulled back and smiled. “So let’s start by having you get out of this tiny apartment.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “It’s not that bad.”

“You’re right, it’s not.” Finn stood straighter, a hand still on each of them, to look around the space. “We’ve got a bigger kitchen, though, so ha-ha.”

“You do,” Leo said.

“We do,” Logan corrected. He tugged on Leo’s hair gently. “It’s yours now, too, soleil. Anything you want.”

Leo smiled and looked at them both. Finn had moved to stand in front of the chair beside Logan, so Leo had a view of both of their gorgeous faces. He leaned closer, warm from the weight of Logan’s body and Finn’s hand on his ribs, to catch their eyes. “What if I just want you?”

Finn’s eyes were delighted. “Can do that, baby, easy.”

“Ouais,” Logan agreed. He kissed Leo’s temple. “Toujours, mon amour.”

“Mm.” Leo ran a hand up and down Logan’s warm back. “So, we’re really doing this? I’m moving in? You’re taking a break?”

“Fuck yes, we’re doing this.” Finn sounded relieved. “I want to do nothing else but relax and wait for you to come home from work, Le, so we can kiss you hello.”

Leo shrugged. “Sounds good to me. Lo?”

“Mm, ouais.” Logan wrapped his arms around Leo’s shoulders and tucked his face into his neck. “You can join our gym.”

Leo snorted. “Of course that’s what you’re thinking of right now.”

“I want to go to the gym with you!” 

Leo could feel Logan’s pout against his skin and kissed the side of his head. “Whatever you want, sweetheart. I’ll go to the gym with you.”

Logan just let out a pleased sound and settled himself further onto Leo’s lap. Leo caught Finn’s eye, who was looking at them both fondly, and they smiled at each other. Finn sighed, then bent down to kiss the tops of their heads. “Okay. You two wanna finish dinner? Then we can take a look at finishing out Leo’s lease and when we can move stuff in.” He bounced on his toes excitedly. “Oh, I can’t wait, this is awesome!”

 Leo laughed. “Sure is, honey.” He patted Logan’s hip. “Let’s finish eating, Lo, then we can cuddle and get some logistics done.”

Logan sighed, but complied, kissing Leo’s neck before going to sit in his chair again, kissing Finn, too, along the way. “We did good, mon rouge.”

“So good.” Finn turned to Leo and kissed him briefly before sitting down. “You’re so gorgeous, Le, baby.”

Leo blushed and picked up his fork. “And you’re a sweet talker, Heartthrob O’Hara.”

Finn winked and nodded to Leo’s plate. “Eat up, babe, we got a sexy night of finances to get to.” He waggled his eyebrows. “And maybe a sexy night of other activities, too.”

Leo just shook his head fondly and speared a piece of chicken.

***

Four months later

“Wow, those disguises of yours sure are secretive.”

Finn smiled at Cassie widely, taking off his sunglasses and lowering the scarf from around his nose. “Thanks, Cass. Looking stunning as usual.”

Cassie raised her eyebrows at Leo before smiling back at Finn. “Why thank you, Finnegan.”

“That is not my name.”

“It is until you give me the number of that hot friend of yours from that dinner you hosted last week.”

“Percy?” Logan asked as he took off his own sunglasses. 

“Yep. Very cute, even though he was a bit awkward.”

Finn barked out a laugh as he unzipped his backpack. “Yeah, he’s usually not like that. And I already gave him your number.”

Cassie smiled. “Perfect. I’ll be sure to go easy on him.” She patted Leo’s head and pushed her chair back. “I’ve got a meeting, but I’ll see you later, Le? We’ve got that meeting for the piece with that sexy Olympic diver.”

Leo nodded and saluted. “You got it, boss, I’ll see you at three.”

Cassie waved good-bye to Finn and Logan before she was out of the office door. Leo waited until it had closed behind her before standing and crossing in front of his desk to wrap his arms around Finn’s waist. “Hi, sweetheart,” he said into a quick kiss. He moved to wrap Logan up and kiss him, too. “And my other sweetheart. How was your day?”

“Good,” Finn said, unpacking the bag he’d brought with him. “Had that virtual meeting after our run this morning, after you left. We’re gonna fund a charity run for the Trevor Project in April. Then we went for a walk, wrote for a little bit.”

“Mm,” Leo said. Logan still had him in an embrace, so he caught Finn’s eye over Logan’s shoulder. “Anything good?”

Finn shrugged. “I don’t know, something about some hottie with blond hair and blue eyes. Could be Lo’s imaginary friend, though, you never know.”

That got Logan to pull back and face Finn with a slight scowl. “I don’t have an imaginary friend.” 

“Not according to what Noelle told me, about when you were a kid. How’s Jacques these days?”

Logan groaned and dropped his head back with a curse. “Merde, I can’t believe she told you.”

Finn grinned and finished laying out their food. He reached out and took Leo’s hand to pull him over. “We got you your favorite banh mi from that little place you like, and an oatmeal raisin cookie from the bakery down the street. Good?”

Leo smiled and kissed his cheek. “Excellent, I love you. Thank you.”

Finn looked pleased. “Good. Let’s eat.”

They ended up sitting around the desk, Leo across from them in his big chair and Finn and Logan in two on the other side. Their conversation was gentle and mundane, as it so often was when they visited Leo for lunch, but Leo took special pride in how much joy he felt from living a daily, domestic life. So much of the first year and a half of being with them had been fanfare and travel and trying to avoid the spotlight as much as possible, which was hard to do when dating two of the sexiest and most talented, in Leo’s opinion, men in the world. There had been stretches where Leo, unable to take time off of work to travel, had been left alone in New York, video chatting with them every free second they all had. It was worth it, but tiring, and so moving into their penthouse and being there while Finn and Logan took time off from work did settle something in Leo, just like Logan had said it would the day they asked him. 

Leo looked across his desk at them, Logan laughing as Finn told a story of some kind, and felt himself soften. These kind, silly, dorky, beautiful boys had chosen him, kept choosing him, made it a point in their relationship to emphasize that, if given the choice, they would both choose him over and over again. It warmed Leo through and filled him up with so much joy he didn’t know what to do with it all.

They must have noticed him spacing out, because Logan set down his sandwich for a moment to reach and touch Leo’s forearm with his warm fingers. “Le? Ça va?”

Leo shook himself out of his trance. “Yeah, sorry.” He settled back into his chair and grinned at them. “Just love you.”

Logan smiled back at him. “We love you, too.” He tilted his head to look at Leo, then at Finn. “I’d like to take you on a date tomorrow. To go skating.”

Leo laughed. “I can’t skate well, oh God.”

“Non, non, I’ll teach you! I’ll hold your hands.” Logan looked excited, which wasn’t normal for him outside of a competitive situation. “We can disguise ourselves easily with winter clothes, and it gets dark early, so we can go out to dinner, too, and not have to worry as much.”

Finn nodded eagerly. “Sounds good to me, baby.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Hm, maybe I put on a British accent, just to fake everyone out.”

Leo winced. “Please no, honey. I love you so much, but your accents are terrible.”

Finn stuck his tongue out. “Ha-ha.” He pulled out his phone. “I’ll have Paul come and watch us from afar, just to be safe, he loves to skate. I’ll pay for him and his wife to come and have some fun.”

“Hey, this is my date I’m taking you on,” Logan protested with a kiss to Finn’s cheek. “I do the planning.”

Finn typed on his phone for a moment longer before setting it down. He took Logan’s face in his hands and pressed kisses to his skin repeatedly. “Sorry, sorry, I promise, I’m done. Wine, dine, and sixty-nine us tomorrow all you want, baby.”

Logan captured Finn’s lip in a real kiss before looking at Leo. “Soleil? Sounds good?”

“Ouais, sounds good,” Leo said, taking another bite of his sandwich. “I really can’t skate for shit, though, so I’ll need help.”

“As far as I’m concerned,” Finn said with a smirk, “that’s just an excuse to get our hands all over you. No problems on my end.” 

“One lunch,” Leo laughed. “I want one lunch without any sexual innuendos, please. For my birthday or something.”

Finn pouted. “But that’s half my material! I can’t help it if I see you and they just pop into my head.”

Leo shook his head fondly. “One lunch, O’Hara, I challenge you. And if you do it, you’ll get a surprise.”

Finn sat at attention. “What kind of surprise?”

Leo shrugged innocently. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Finn closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hanging his head back. “Fuck, you can’t say things like that when we are in an office, baby.”

Leo wiped his hands on a napkin. “I’ll have you know, it’s my office, with shades. And the door locks. And I have disinfecting wipes, just in case, and leather chairs.”

Logan looked between them and the door. “How much time do you have left on your break?”

Leo stood to walk around to the other side. He didn’t miss the way both Finn and Logan spread their legs a little and smiled. “Enough.” He bent to whisper in Logan’s ear. “Go lock the door and lower the blinds, sweetheart, and take off your shirt. I’ll get started on our redhead.”

Logan’s eyes glazed over briefly before he shot up, reaching for the door handle with one hand and behind him to grip his shirt fabric in the other. Leo chuckled and looked down to Finn, who was wetting his lips with his tongue. “This okay?”

Finn just looked him up and down. “You know, Le, baby, I kind of like visiting you at work.”

Leo nudged their noses together as he felt two other hands come up from behind to work on his belt. “I like you visiting me at work, too.”

“Off,” Logan said, voice low and his lips kissing wetly at Leo’s neck. “Off, please, allez.”

Leo smiled, giving Finn one last wink, before reaching behind himself to help Logan remove his shirt. He was a lucky man, indeed. 

[snow--berry]

Roommate AU #2

Characters: Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parras, Phillip Graves, König, Kim “Horangi” Hong-jin

Authors Note: GUESS WHOSE WRITER’S BLOCK FINALLY DIED \(^o^)/

Alejandro Vargas

•Alejandro is bit of a tough nail

•I think he might work a security guard job or maybe as a helicopter landing pad with that big ass forehead—

•The first thing this guy needs in the morning is for people to leave him alone and a coffee. And then Rudy needs to kiss him-

•He’ll largely be grumpy in the morning, but he might make an exception if you make/bring him breakfast and his coffee

•He often plays chess with Price, although I’m not sure who’d win. Maybe they tie in amounts of wins?

•Alejandro definitely brags more often though

•He’s not allowed to cook dinner and breakfast after burning the food once and giving a few folks mild food poisoning

•He gives cool uncle vibes

•He’d let you get away with shit,, turn a blind eye on your shenanigans, but still stop you when it gets genuinely dangerous

•Pretty extroverted and talkative, but not loud per se

Rodolfo “Rudy“ Parras

•He‘s one of the calmest ones

•Also one of the more responsible ones

•I genuinely don‘t know what he could work as, but he does kinda give teacher vibes

•Or he just joins Alejandro

•At home, I think he usually he reads

•He‘s also the one that cooks the most often

•He made a list at some point, showing everyone‘s allergies and major likes and dislikes, concerning food

•He really enjoys cooking, despite the fact that it‘s tiring sometimes

•Aside from that, he‘s a little groggy in the morning but you can definitely hold a proper conversation with him!

•Don‘t talk to him in the evening though

•He‘s not rude or anything, he just wants to be tired in peace

•Military or not, this guy is tired 24/7

•Also, he won‘t make much of an effort to stop you on your shenanigans

•He‘ll be like: „Please don‘t“ and that‘s it

Phillip Graves

•I‘m gonna be real here, I don‘t know how to write for him, because the last time I did it was a joke

•He looks like he‘d be a Ordnungsbeamter

•The quite literal translation is regulatory officer btw

•But they essentially go around the neighborhood and make sure everything is up to standard

•Or maybe he just keeps the Shadow Company, I‘m not sure

•Phillip needs his coffee

•Also, I don‘t know why, but he looks like his middle name is Alexander, so I‘m sticking with that as my headcanon now :)

•I don‘t think he‘s home most of the day, but if you try to spend some time with him, I don‘t think he‘d say no

•As long as it‘s not that energy taxing, depending on how exhausting his day was

•If you ask him nicely, he‘ll give you a good night‘s kiss :33

•Secretly supports your shenanigans

•Plays chess by himself

König

•Probably won‘t talk much to you in the beginning

•He doesn‘t stutter, but he forgets English words sometimes, says them in German and then forgets you (probably) don‘t speak German

•Surprisingly approachable in the morning

•Largely talks to Horangi, but doesn‘t actually mind chatting with the others

•I think he‘d work some office job sorry, König

•would love to teach you a few German words, if you wanna know some

•prefers eating alone, but will occasionally join bigger dinner groups when everyone is home in the evening

•as I‘ve mentioned before, he stares a lot

•He doesn‘t do it out of malice, it‘s just a bad habit unfortunately, he looks really grumpy too…

•accidentally looms over Rudy while he cooks a lot, ‘cause he likes watching people cook and bake

•I think he sorta misses a lot of the shenanigans that happen?

•Like, Price is ranting about how Roach brought home a ton of bugs again, just to unleash them upon Gaz‘s room

•Or how Soap decided to get himself and you stuck in a tree

•And König is like: „Huh, when did that happen?“ even though Gaz was screaming about the bugs and Soap kept on throwing stuff at people who tried to get him off of the tree

•He also sleeps like rock btw

•If you have a problem at night, go ask someone else, König will not wake up until he hears his alarm clock

Kim “Horangi” Hong-jin

•He works at a hot topic

•I don‘t make the rules

•Often makes himself lunch and then gets upset when people say it‘s too spicy except for König, his opinion doesn‘t count because he almost dies when there‘s “too much” pepper–

•Works out in the morning

•May ask you to join if you seem interested! :D

•encourages the shenanigans but doesn‘t bother joining

•he‘s like an amused cat, he just watches

•he likes Mexican food, but only if Rudy makes it

•sometimes comes home pissed because working in retail sucks

•he locks himself in his room a bit, to calm down

•if you try to talk to him beforehand, he‘ll likely be a bit snappy (but he‘ll apologize later!)

•has a stupid amount of tiger themed items because everyone keeps on giving him tiger themed items as a joke for his birthday and Christmas (he does get proper gifts too, by the way)

Another Note: I‘d like to thank the Shadow Company Server for giving me motivation to finish this draft! Thank you folks so so much <33

[dancingthrustars]

Two steps forward one step back, but in a good way, promise. Give me five minutes to talk?

I’m writing this with the knowledge I might not post it, I might get embarrassed about it and I might delete it but. I want to try.

Let’s be a little frank about what this blog’s been, as a whole.

It’s been a place for me to write, yes, but it’s also been, full honesty, an escape, a panicked and grieved one, away from all I was before. I grabbed my funny little Star Wars OCs and my loose concept for a Mars story and I ran out the door. I made a blog that for years had a header title specifically referencing that it was somewhere new. Somewhere different. Hell the name of the blog itself was that too. I didn’t want to lose all I worked on but I couldn’t bear to be in the same place as it anymore.

I still, frankly, can’t be. The part of me that craves validation and misses all that old feedback, even when I can acknowledge to myself that I wasn’t getting any of that anyways, really. Not towards the end. The peak of the glory days of the Achievement Hunter fiction community had, admittedly, passed a while before I closed up shop. It was nice having what I personally considered a Big Follower Number, but I’d watched plenty of people move on over the years. I’d made several posts half-joking about it in the year leading up to the Big Move alone but it was happening before that too. It wasn’t fun, I got really genuinely upset over the fact that in the middle of all the things I’d cared about writing, the quick brainworm things I slammed out in two hours were the only things that really got traction, but it wasn’t unexpected. It happens, people grow into and out of fandoms and followings and the beginning of the end for AH in the state it had been felt looming on the horizon well before…everything that happened. And everything since.

I don’t mean to dredge old wounds. It’s dramatic to say but I still find mine plenty raw, four years down the line. It aches at me that I can acknowledge, objectively, just how Mine everything was towards the end, how little I’d even really been watching videos and being influenced by them, and still be unable to even brush the edges of character descriptions, much less names. For a very long time I couldn’t even go back to look at my old work, though that particular aspect has gone away through slow and steady effort.

Anyways.

My tenure on satansprettyprose ran a little over five years. It had a huge impact on my life, with reverberations I still feel, and then it was over.

I left a lot of stuff behind when I moved here. A lot of things I loved, a lot of things that filled me with joy. Concepts of ideas, plans I had, conversations I wanted to continue and people I wanted to hold close. Not every attempt to bring any of those back to life has succeeded. Some have failed to such an extent I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to even shape the edges of them again without feeling it in my chest. Some things I might never be able to use again.

To be entirely transparent, the reason I pushed so hard last year to write once a month is that I felt myself drifting away from writing at all. I felt like no matter what I wrote it didn’t matter, it wasn’t what people wanted to see, it wasn’t what I’d done before, what I couldn’t go back to. Writing gives me such joy and I was losing my grasp on it because it felt like it was just me and the big dark shadow of the Before, even while I was actively running away from it. I don’t even talk about writing outside of here and my friend group and that was happening less and less. So I figured I’d give myself one last shot and see if I could even still do good consistent writing anymore. And I’ll be honest, I think I’m a worse writer now than I was. I’ve let the muscle atrophy.

But this last year I wrote some damn good chapters of Orbit in Decay and got us at least lined up for the real meat of the story to get going. I wrote Neighbors, a good amount of it, and got to play with different styles I’d been nervous to touch again, on top of having a lot of real genuine fun with opposing viewpoints. I wrote proper Star Wars things, pieces I’d been holding back on for years because I couldn’t get myself over the hurdle of my own self-conscious hurdles.

But more than all of that, I started working on things like what I’d loved. I started writing the still-unnamed fae stuff, which was and is a blatant rip of the ELR longform spy rewrite I’d been working on, just with supernatural elements and different characters. I started working on some old-fashioned tolsmol stuff, one of which went out last week. Another, which involves some mushrooms and star-void, is still rather piecemeal but has had some space to grow anyways.

And then last month. Last month I made Jay and Obie. Last month I broached the writing topic I was terrified to come back to the most. I wrote criminals. More than that, I wrote a lot of criminals. I’ve still been writing a lot of criminals. And it makes me so so happy to do.

I’ve written so much this last year I’ve had to start sorting it aggressively so that I don’t lose everything.

Here’s the point.

It’s been four years here. I’m older, I’m more tired, my health is worse and it’s harder to want to keep the ball rolling. I’m rarely on here, and I’m aware of that. There were some months this last year where it was all I could do to kick out something short at the very end of the month for the sake of checking that box and very little else. I’ll never match the person I was, but ultimately I think that’s what happens with time anyways. So, what then?

The answer is that I’m going to try. Like I’ve been but also more than that. I’m going to stop living in the shadow of it all. I want to write what I want to write and I want to create what I want to create. No more clinging to the idea that I can’t even acknowledge all I did because of all the guilt and rage and grief. No more forever reminding myself that I can’t because it was something else. I miss writing things, so I’m going to write them.

It won’t be the same, obviously. See the fae stuff, see Jay and Obie, hell see the clone lesbians I’ve been toying with. I don’t know if I’ll ever find a way to write a revenge story I won’t find utterly lacking and I know with a certainty that tears at me that I won’t ever be writing a massive longform polyamorous corruption arc again. No matter how much I miss it.

But we’re going to find rhymes, going to make new suspiciously similar OCs, going to write new and weird things, and some old and weird things too. And I’m really hoping it’ll make some people smile like it used to because I know it’s done that for me.

If this is published, if you’ve read this far, thanks so much. I hope this rambling thing made sense to you, since I’m getting too emotional to read it back. And I hope you enjoy what’s coming next.

[ofmermaidstories]

1. Not really....? It's hard to figure out my actual thoughts on it but I guess, Self-inserting for me feels like it's designed for one person in mind (whoever is being inserted) when x reader can be anyone? And from what I've seen, the content is a bit different.

2. Probably? Definitely. But will I be the person criticizing it? No... I'm not really the type to be vocal about my grievances outside of the occasional personal aside. I usually just don't trust what I have to say is constructive. But I do love hearing what other people have to say.

3. Everything

Jkjk, um.... I'd say my motivation and writing style? (That doesn't fall under everything, right?) I just don't write very effectively. Like- I have a story in my head, but actually putting it down in writing, I kinda just wing it? Like write as I go. Which is fun for developing character lore, or short stories. It leads to a lot of stop and go with longer works, and the problem with that is that it looks clunky! If I'm an a completely different state of my mind than I was when I started a piece the words I put down don't really flow well with what came before. So I have to read and reread what's already been written and play mediator by finding a way to transition from one feeling to the next.

I mostly write for friends or for fun, though, so it's forgivable.

the content being different for self-inserting vs x reader is such an important distinction!! like. also in how you engage with it, too? like—i’m always interested in self-shippy stuff from a, best friend at brunch kinda way, you know? like “YESSSS tell me more, omg, you guys are sooo cute together 🥹” whereas if someone is like, bits&pieceing about an idea for a x reader setup, i’m engaging with it as a reader, like, oh, i am interested in whatever this this piece or fic is trying to lure us in with.

i keep running into i guess… fan-only spaces, for varying Big Fics? and they’re always so interesting to scroll through, because it’s just either people gushing about Said Fic, or like, recommending similar ones, OR it’s someone starting a conversation (a tiktok is the example i’m thinking of) being like, “deku wouldn’t wear fishnets” and then like, everyone who’s had similar grievances just like, jumping in LOL. none of it—the universal loving and the dismissal—is like.. in any way truly critical? it’s just people who’ve found each other agreeing over varying things. true constructive criticism (at least in fanfics) is hard… because you do have to seperate yourself from, “is this just not for me” vs. “i see and understand where this story is trying to land, but i don’t think it makes it” and even then you kinda have to… justify it, you know? like, is it not landing because it’s missed the mark, or do you just wish it did something different? and what i like about fanfic is that we (ideally) afford each other the—generosity of forgiving things, LOL. and i guesssss my original question is more… does becoming a mega, fandom-defining fic mean the fic then loses the privilege of that generosity? i think it must create a distance between it and the fandom it’s from, in a way… it sort of takes on the same… almost for-granted quality we might have with a published book? are we removing ourselves from it, by holding it up? HMMM. questions questions ig LOL.

with no. 3—flow is hard!!! 🥺 do you have any like, rituals or anything to get yourself back into the mindset you had, before picking up the piece again? if i leave off in the middle of a scene or whatever that needs to stick to a specific mood i listen to my playlist for the fic, or whatever. 🥹 it kinda helps to limber everything back up again. but—i mean!!! as long as you have fun with it, in the end. 🥺 the process of writing takes up so much time… we need to enjoy it, in some small way. especially if the end result is for friends and fun. 🥹

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Okay this is like the third one I've sent in cause I just keep asking stuff because I discover more things you require for your asks and I'm not trying to make your life any harder than it probably is with all these request.

Anyway, I usually hate the "outsiders X YN" propaganda but I was super curious soo

I'm a female. I'm 5'6 with curly brown hair, I'm Caucasian, I have hazel eyes.

I prefer to go unlabeled. I like girls and guys. Doesn't matter to me.

I'm an infp-t, I have OCD, I'm super sarcastic all the time even when. I don't intend to be. People assume I'm mean whenever they meet me but usually that changes over time. My love language(Offering love) is acts of service but I don't care about what type I receive. I speak in a very monotone fashion sometimes which again leads people to believe I may be mean or negative but I'm very extroverted. I'm opinionative and sociable. I'd like to think I'm pretty good at holding a conversation because I love learning about other people's views and taking their comments into consideration. I also try to give people really in-depth and earnest compliments because I don't think anyone gets enough of those. I also love to give gifts and to give advice. I love having really long, genuine conversations. I love literature and writing and collecting poems and quotes. I love exploring new music genres. I'm pretty spontaneous, and spontaneity is something I value a lot in a partner.

I also value humor a lot. I'm an avoidant person but I go out of my way to show or tell people I care when I can. I, again, love writing. I love writing stories, ideas, concepts. It's all fun to me. Im a middle child. I also cook a lot and care a lot for people around me. Im also fairly empathetic sometimes, even when I don't need to be. It's hard for me to ask what I want. I'm also like disgustingly self-aware. Like I mean I just know when my actions are weird or embarrassing. I know the possible outcomes of things before I do them. Idk. I can see myself from a clear outside perspective. Im also really reflective of body language/words/actions and stuff. It's easy for me to pick up and read someone. Chronic over-thinker as well. I also have the teeniest but of social anxiety(but I'm comfortable with speaking on a stage and stuff?? Idk it's complicated.)

My mantra is that you'll never get to do the same thing twice, why not do it now? What will you really lose?

I'm very self-depricating. Woops. Uhh and idk. I don't have any specifics for any partner. I like all sorts of people I'm not picky.

Please lmk what you think 🤗

I’m so sorry first lol for making you repeat so many times. I just prefer to have as much information as possible to give you the most accurate answer and also some people didn’t include their sexualities the first time and then I messed up because I paired them with a person they weren’t interested in and then they I had to redo their entire ask because you know they were like oh I’m gay could you not be shipping me with a girl and I was like well you didn’t put that in your request so I have no idea. So thanks for tolerating that.

Your Outsiders Ship: Sodapop Curtis

(I could see you with Marcia too 😊 but I don’t know enough about her character to do a full analysis)

Explanation: starting off with looks, I think that he would be extremely attracted to you. I think that he personally finds brown eyes and hair to be absolutely stunning and just loves the way that they remind him of the hot cocoa constantly consumes in the morning when Darry has his coffee and Ponyboy has tea. You’re shorter than him, but not too short and I think that he appreciates that because it means that you don’t have to reach up on your tippy toes to kiss him, but you can also just you know he’s you’re still short enough for him to tease you about it a lot which he definitely would. I think you guys kind of have an opposite attract thing going on like I think one of the things that really stood out about you was your sarcastic personality to him and I think he really appreciated it and your brutal honesty was really different from other girls he’d interacted with, and I just think that he would be extremely attracted to that. he had a really hard time using his charm on you. I think he’s one of the few people that sees past the oh you’re probably a mean person type of thing because I feel like he’s is a very big believer in you know second chances you don’t know that person that well they could be going through something type of ideology and I think as the people pleaser he is, he would definitely give you multiple chances and I mean, even if Steve was kind of like dude she seems kind of mean sodapop would instantly be at your side defending you. seriously he has golden retriever energy, and you have black cat energy all the way and I just think you’re dynamic would be pretty cute together. I feel like he would help you out a little bit with your social skills too and help you to be a little bit more friendly to people if you ever had an issue with that he would also always defend you with people didn’t get you the way that you talked or you know things like that. I think you could also balance him out with your opinionated Ness because I feel like a lot of his life. Sodapop is always felt kind of pressure to fit in with everyone else and go with their opinions because I headcanon personally that he’s a chronic people pleaser and really wants to just make people happy and I feel like you’re argumentative personality would definitely clash with that in such an interesting and good way. I just think you guys would fundamentally help each other and, be a good pairing because you would always be working on improving each other and not only through social skills either. Soda pop doesn’t get poetry that much but I feel like he would absolutely support you or if you ever found something that seemed kind of poetic he would definitely give it to you and he would absolutely melt if you gave him an in-depth complement or did something really nice for him because you also mentioned active service was another one of your love languages I think he would just melt. He’s the middle sibling so he’s used to being ignored and whenever you have your full attention on him he just feels like he’s floating. He feels like you’re one of the few people who see beyond the “ hot Curtis sibling” and see him as a person because he is. he’s also incredibly spontaneous so you’re in luck for that aspect of your relationship. I think he is probably one of the most if not the most spontaneous out of the greasers and just I think he’s willing to do random things because I mean, I don’t know. I just think he kind of enjoys the chaos plus he’s a pretty like chaotic a great partner to have I think like not chaotic bad but more chaotic like I enjoy making life interesting type of thing. I also feel like he would love the fact that you write because it reminds him a lot of pony boy and I think he would definitely just love it and stand next to you while you write and ask 1 million questions and end up kind of annoying you, but it would be cute.

Also, also, I feel like you guys would totally bond over being the middle sibling because I mean no one can really no one really gets the experience unless they’ve actually been in the situation of being the middle child and I feel like once he finds out that you’ve been a middle sibling before he can’t wait to talk about all the relatable shit with you and I just yeah, I feel like that would be one of your main bonding subjects that you guys first realize you had something in common. Also, he is also someone who values humor a lot and I feel like you guys would have a super fun time making jokes together and just laughing and enjoying life in general he’s a person that is literally described as not needing alcohol or cigarettes or anything like that to enjoy life, he just takes it by the hands and really knows how to live and I feel like that’s something that you really really need to have a good sense of humor besides being able to laugh at yourself and he absolutely has that. Also good luck with this man in the kitchen because it is just going to end up in a flower fight and you will not get any cooking whatsoever and if you do, it’s gonna be something weird as shit because he snuck food coloring into the dough or something like that. He really loves yourself awareness because he’s often had partners who aren’t so self-aware and are kind of oblivious to what their actions do and don’t know a lot about themselves and why they act certain ways so he really values that in a partner and I feel like that’s something you could fulfill and you could help him be more self-aware too, so he’s definitely glad that’s a trait you have. Also for your anxiety I feel like he can help a lot with that. He’s kind of a more carefree guy. I don’t feel like he has anxiety too bad and he has a pretty good coping system, but I feel like he would be excellent at you know spotting whenever you’re having a panic attack helping you get over a panic attack helping you remember to meditate for 10 minutes daily things like that I feel like he would be a super helpful person to be dating if you have extreme anxiety or if you’re an overthinking person. Anyway this is cute I ship it!! 💚💚

[campbyler]

the perks of being european: u can start ur day with beautiful new 30k chapter 🙏🏻♥️

i admire everyone who read this chapter in less than an hour. u guys r insane. it took me like 2,5 hours to read it but i have to stop to scream into my pillow.

mike and will r so.. idek how to describe them. scared? they r not stupid cause in both povs we see that they realize that their dynamic has shifted.

like will observed in the vending machine scene their kisses became more soft? romantic? u can tell that they r not just attracted to each other physically they really like to spend time together.

the stargazing, the hand holding, the longing stares omg. i get why mike wouldn't go further. even if those feelings aren’t new the circumstances r and it Is scary considering their complicated history. (unrelated but i hope history by 1d is on the master playlist 😭)

we actually got to see that mike feels the same when he got upset that will said the “wither away” thing. that so like their pre isolation cabin selfs - insults each other just to control the urge to start making out 😭 glad that will didn’t control it this time and i can bark cause of kissing shoulder scene.

poor will almost had a stroke cause of mikes edward cullenofication And his best friend only made it worst with her deductive skills. but i think max dropped this conversation too fast. i have a feeling that it will come out after some time. it must be so scary for will to open up like that especially, if i remember correctly, nobody really knows what actually happened between he and mike. also “i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep u”.

i loved el and her dedication to all the good stuff she can eat. i bet she’d murder that one poor little camper who would take the last pancake 💔

and i Really liked that little dad son bonding moment. van camping doesn’t sound that bad for me will!!! at least u don’t have to sleep outside 😭

“twenty stitches in a hospital room” and it actually two band-aids in the middle of the forest. at least we know that poor mike won’t get a gangrene 💔

will feeling better when he’s around mike even if he does such an unpleasant thing as wilderness week. what if i die?

“Really – now that the beast has been vanquished, what’s the worst that could happen?” the phrase after which nothing never goes wrong 🙏🏻 im not scared at all 🙏🏻

i also have a question about chapter playlist. how do u guys choose song for each chapter? does the person who write this chapter does all by themself? or u brainstorm the best songs from the master playlist altogether? have u ever added the song to the chapter playlist even if it wasn’t in the main one?

thank u for the chapter suni! i hope ur feeling better and im giving u ur favorite soup 🫂

sorry for such messy comment it turned out so long and i feel like i didn’t write the half of the things i thought about 😭

hi alya! sorry it took me one million years to answer this ask but it was so thoughtful and thorough that i wanted to wait until i had the time to do it justice with the response 🫡🫡

first, i am sooooo so glad you liked chapter 7 because it was insanely fun for me to write! really enjoyed writing it and their shifting dynamic and i’m super glad that came through! you’re so right in saying that neither of them is stupid enough to Not notice how things are changing between them, and they both are definitely coming to terms with the realization that they do enjoy each other’s company in a way that is more than just physical. i think for meeee one of the most fun things abt this chapter was writing the different ways they approached that realization, especially from will’s pov. the feelings definitely are not new for either of them, which i think is pretty obvious by this point in the fic, but both of them are used to turbulence and are anticipating that and don’t really know what to do without it! super glad you picked up on mike’s hesitation as well — i think people tend to characterize our mike as “all in” or a lot more open about his feelings than will is, which is true to an extent, but he has his limitations just as much as will does and maybe even more at times.

anyways all that to say that i’m really glad that the chapter came through the way i was intending! the other parts of it were so fun to write as well — the hopper and will moment, el and max, so on and so forth. re max: it definitely is very hard for will to say the things he’s feeling to her, and battling with not wanting to keep such a big secret from his best friend vs not wanting to betray the newfound trust between him and mike is absolutely something he has been struggling with. very excited to see how that plays out hehe ( <- knows exactly how it will play out)

as for your last question, we have a couple initial songs for every chapter that have been in the playlist doc for a while, usually the “main” song for that chapter, but it’s pretty much up to whoever is writing to choose the rest of the songs and move them around/add and remove as desired! we try to keep it about 5-6 songs per chapter to keep the playlist from getting monstrous (bar some very Long and Dense chapters that are getting more) but what we do is we assemble the chapter playlist as we write and then let the others know in case there is a song that someone thinks doesn’t fit or has a better suggestion for. we’ve absolutely added songs that aren’t in the master playlist before, especially ones we stumble across and realize would be perfect for a chapter.

so sorry for taking forever to answer this and then writing an absolute essay in this response 😭 thanks soooo much for the love alya we appreciate you sm 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[spritehouse]

are the different writing styles in some of yalls fics because it’s different alters writing them? Or is lex the only writer and I’m just imagining things

I don’t know if your open to questions about y’all’s system if y’all arnt just ignore me

we're open to questions. if you ever ask something that whoever's fronting doesn't feel like/want to answer, they'll leave it for someone else, and if it's something we don't want to answer because of boundaries or something, we'll say that, no harm done. it's a common sense rule—if you wouldn't ask a singlet about it (but like. in single terms. if that makes sense) don't ask us.

anyways, it's a mix of both, i think. those of us that do write have semi-different styles (though we do try to stick to a certain "vibe") but also just all of individually are just Everywhere.

lex focuses on small details. he writes a lot of imagery, setting, body language, etc. the rest of us do this when it's necessary for the story, but if you see like. 3 paragraphs of just imagery, probably lex. he's also incredibly nit-picky about things.

for example, lex wrote the intro (and most of the rest) of rest your bones:

It’s cold in the unsub’s cellar.

Not the cold that comes from over a week of Virginia showers as fall fades into winter, bringing flooded flowerbeds and overflowing rivers, or from a starless night in the middle of nowhere, standing in front of a house out of a horror movie, but a bone-deep chill that comes from exploring a crime scene that sets even the seasoned agents on edge as they search the suffocating space, the usual horrors of their jobs barely holding a candle to this.

i (tori) write a lot of just stream of consciousness stuff. admittedly, that's how most of us write, but my stuff tends to focus more on how a character is feeling, their thoughts, and how they present that, with minimal editing.

pre-knowing what's was going on with The System, lex called this the "dissociate and come back an hour later to a brain dump fic" method

i wrote a lot of the what used to be mine series:

Aaron Hotchner is at a loss.

Give him a serial killer, kidnapping and torturing their victims, an arsonist, or a hostage situation, and he’ll handle it without breaking a sweat— he’ll be the hero. But give him a grieving son who won’t talk, eat, or do anything besides lay in bed, staring at the wall, listening to his late boyfriend’s voicemail greeting, and he’s in over his head.

and ghost writes a lot of dialogue. it does write scenery, body language, etc. but if you see long stretches of dialogue, that's probably ghost (or someone else just trying to get through an unavoidable conversation. all of these are circumstantial)

for example, in destroyed everything in spit us out:

“Can I see him?” His voice is hollow and haunting, guilt hanging off the edges like a weight on his chest as Luke stares at his hands.

“I’ll ask, but your doctors want you to stay in bed and rest for at least a day.”

He doesn’t argue, simply nodding silently, making Emily shudder internally, seeing Luke as a mere shell of the man he usually is.

“I think they’re right. I should rest for a bit,” Luke grabs the thin hospital sheet with his less injured hand, pulling it over him like a protective shield. “I’d like to be alone now. Thanks.”

others do write, but we have the most distinct styles and write the most. but also, the lines between us can be blurry, especially for lex who rarely completely leaves the front, and they can overlap and we can write like each other, so it's probably be inaccurate to use this as a guide to see who wrote what, but it's the best we've got

our writing is a collective effort, so we don't "claim" works as our own. it can be helpful to know who wrote what to follow their thought processes, but we're all working towards one goal and no fics belong to just one of us.

sorry for the long winded answer, i'm actually procrastinating writing right now👍🏼

-tori🪶

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 06x14 Mannequin 3: The Reckoning

“It’s going to either move its eyes or whole head.” 🎶in the butt🎶

“It’s going to microwave his brain from all the way across the room or something” “The fuck” “THE FUCK” “That guy had some high blood pressure. That was some serious blood splatter” “like I got fucked in the nostril” “Stop lying” “I’m fine” “Soulless dick bag era” “Play montage music. Stare at computer screen” “This aint gonna go well” So I fell asleep watching this episode with my hands on the keyboard so we are starting again tonight

“Way to fkn trip dude. Right when it matters” “I mean if you’re going to get stabbed with a pipe, you gotta see the blood coming out of the pipe. A missed opportunity” “then again, we’re all just mannequin parts anyway” “That was funny” “I don’t know what we’re looking at” “Don’t write that down.” “Prop shop. I suppose this is an easy set for them” “Something about humming and molesting dummies something something” “Is the next one a sex doll? That would be funny” “Because it’s an object. Wait.” “There he goes acting with his eyes again” Paused to read the web page

“They misspelled Prices” “The US Federal Reserve went bankrupt That’s funny” “Also I’m assuming they’re researching people in the town. If that’s the case, here it says the weather is rainy and going to storm. Lets make sure that happens” “Paused to read the Missing Girl article on TV” “Her routine route” “She was on her routine route on her way home when she saw the rotorooter rooting around in the rummage store” “You can file this stuff under stuff that could be written under ChatGPT instead of an intern” “They bothered to actually write this out. That’s actually impressive. All that effort for 5 seconds” “Duck face” “Maybe don’t ignore that shit, Dean” “He’s trying to dodge the kid, seriously?” “You could do a whole genre of niche fan fiction that they paint this Rose person in. You read all the onscreen shit and make a story about her” “Oh, I’m sure she did” “She was wearing red. Imagine that” “That was quite the jaw slap. Watch him move his whole head. He quit then Spouse wiggles like Sam did” “You’re nowhere near a factory. You’re in the middle of suburbia” “This guy seems familiar” “There was a sign I couldn’t read” “Fkn finger the shit out of that doorbell” “I thought they were still together?” “the guy is Yo Mama” “Nerd” “Get pegged” “In a barn” “On a rusty nail” “Bro. I gotta hide these drugs” “Oh shit I think the condom exploded. Fuck man” I have no idea

“He’s going to be like yeah sure, but I guess Sam did interview this guy” “How does that not hurt? That’s the best superpower a ghost could have. Be the best doctor in the world and never feel that” “Surgeon not doctor I guess” “That’s just fkn cruel man” “Thats locker room talk bro” “Oh yeah you all deserve to die” “I mean they have it coming” “Had to dump her. Couldn’t make it look like suicide or whatever” “It’s on me bro” “I’m not saying you deserve to die but…” “Just let him die” Laughed 

“The fkn nod. That entire scene was a whole conversation with himself” “and it made sense” “Isn’t that basically the same speech he gave Sam a long time ago?” Look at spouse picking up parallels

“The guitar is back” “Get murdered bitch” “Now I’m confused” “What the fuck did I just see?” “Isn’t the thing that was doing the murdering…? I don’t understand” “I should totally make this my voicemail “this is my other other other cell you know what to do” “she is a very small person” “She’s holding the cursed object?” “Her underwear, obviously” “Kidney / underwear. Same difference” “What are you going to do? Burn her at the stake or what” “She’s fkn gone. Pay attention” “Just outrun it? YOu’re not going to dodge the side or anything?” “Man they don’t build them like they used to. Not a fkn scratch” “Oh that was easy” “Don’t have to worry about getting the kidney out if you just kill her.” “Soulless Sam - he would have just killed the girl” “Just pour some beer on it . It’ll be fine” “Need a new headliner bro.” “Engine liner thing. I think it’s called a headliner” “The hood liner.” “Just keep kissing ass. It’s only your brother so it’s weird” “Keep our heads down. Keep swinging our dicks” “I think Sam nods too much to allow me to trust him. Like he’s trying to convince you he’s a good person”

[halflingkima]

Dealers choice on 7 for orym or your dnd fic!

Thank you so much! 7 is Break Mine by Brothers Osborne which gave me some strong early-campaign Ashrym vibes, so I went with that.

What's goin’ on tonight, are you feelin’ like You could use me right about now If you’re over makin’ plans, over givin’ damns I could be your man right now

Send me a Spotify Wrapped number + a character/pairing/fandom/etc & I'll write at least a drabble inspired by the song.

It’s become a bit of a habit, following Orym on his little sabbaticals to check up on him. Or be checked up on. Whatever. Someone’s gotta keep an eye out for the quiet, steady ones before they’re no longer quiet or steady. Just because Orym’s got his head screwed on best doesn’t mean things don’t get messy in there.

Ashton finds the halfling perched on a boulder, legs crossed, eyes closed.

"Hey, uh –" he never fucking thinks before he opens his mouth, does he?

Orym briefly cracks one eye with a gentle smirk that says he heard Ashton's footsteps the whole trek out here.

“What’s up, bud?” Orym asks.

“Ah, you know, nothing much,” Ashton answers. They sit on the ground, back to Orym’s boulder. Maybe they could try that meditation thing, get their head screwed on straight too & take at least a little of that solid, dependable pressure off the little guy’s sturdy shoulders.

After a few beats of silence, Ashton can’t stand it anymore. “Does this work for you?” he asks Orym. “Just sitting here sorting through stuff on your own?”

“Sometimes,” Orym answers. “Why?”

“Don’t you ever need to say something out loud, bounce it off another person to make sense of it?”

The silence returns as Orym apparently considers their question with more thought than it’s worth.

“Does that work for you?” the halfling finally asks.

“Keeping things up here is not easy for me.” Ashton’s finger makes a soft clink against the glass of his head. “They get looped and tangled and just keep spiraling. When I say things out loud, it’s like they become real, if only for a second, and I can decide what to do with them.”

The silence settles around them long enough that Ashton assumes Orym’s just returned to meditating or whatever. Ashton listens to his breathing from up on the rock behind them. It’s comforting to know Orym’s there even though they can’t see him. Weird.

“I do have thoughts like that,” Orym says softly. “But anything I can’t work out on my own is generally the big stuff. Big personal stuff. The stuff that’s easy to hold onto for a while. Until there’s time. And given the road we’re on, there isn’t really time just now, you know?”

Ashton hums. “Just ‘cause it’s easy to hold onto or compartmentalize for a rainy day doesn’t mean it’s not having an effect.”

“Yeah, well…” Ashton can hear the unspoken, defeatist what can ya do? They stand, brushing dirt from their trousers, to see that Orym’s no longer meditating. He’s pulled his knees to his chest, staring out into middle distance.

Ashton lays a heavy stone hand on his small shoulder. “That’s my point,” he says. Orym turns to him. “I’m here if you need me.”

Orym’s brow furrows and Ashton regroups; he thought he’d made this clear with their earlier conversations. “I know you feel like your problems are small potatoes because you’re not gonna accidentally kill us in your sleep or whatever, but everyone’s got shit to deal with. So, just know, I’m here for you. If you need a sounding board, if you need someone to make the inside of your head sound a bit less crazy, if you just need a mind-numbing distraction, I’m your guy. Judgement-free zone. Personally, I can always do with a distraction; this red moon shit is wild.”

When Ashton can finally get ahold of their rambling, Orym is beaming up at them. “Thanks, Ash,” he says, and seems to genuinely mean it.

[assembletheimagines]

Hi love your writing was wondering if you could do a Steve Rogers x mechanic!shy!reader

Where the reader is a mechanic for the avengers but very shy and so Steve fell in love with the mechanic and always breaks things on purpose so that the Steve can see the reader

Thx

When Steve first sees you, he stops. He stops everything he is doing just to watch you follow Tony to his workshop. And only comes back to when Sam smacks him in the arm because Steve had just stopped talking in the middle of his conversation. Bucky doesn’t say anything though, a faint smile dancing at the corner of his lips. 

- 

It doesn’t take Steve long to find out who you are. Which is a highly sought out mechanic who Bruce and Tony just needed to have working with them. 

And you’re already working on a prototype for Spiderman when Steve walks in. He was here for Tony; mission succeeded with the only collateral being the gadgets Tony had given Steve beforehand. When Tony sees the broken pieces, he actually groans, catching your attention from the suit in your hands. “Steven,” Tony chides and now that your eyes are on him, the tip of Steve’s ears burn red. 

“Tony,” Steve says but Tony’s already waving his hand for silence, handing the gadgets back into Steve’s big hands. 

“Nope, don’t tell me, hand it over to,” Tony says your name and Steve blinks, because who? 

And when Steve doesn’t move, Tony groans again like he is the only man who can keeps the world turning. 

That’s when your hands brush Steve’s softly. He blinks, realizing you left your desk to go to him when he was staring Tony down. Taking the broken scraps into your hands as you give him a small smile. Steve blinks again, fingers twitching under your touch. You blush and quickly turn around from his stare, heading back to your corner with a small, “I will have this done by tomorrow.” 

Tony clears his throat as Steve continues to watch after you. A smirk on his face that makes Steve roll his eyes and leave. 

“You can send all the things you break to Miss,” Tony says your last name a smugness in his tone, knowing you’re not paying attention as he watches Steve almost falter in step before disappearing.  

- 

With Tony’s instructions to Steve, Bucky thinks he’s going to kill him because now Steve is a lot more reckless with his stuff on missions. 

At one point, Sam swears, Steve walked up to his comm that had fell from his ear and stomped on it. 

But Steve denies with a smooth smile and a broken comm fiddled between his fingers, not even stopping to debrief, as he practically skips over to the lab where everyone knows you are. 

- 

Steve walks into the lab, eyes searching for you, to your desk. 

That’s where he finds you, hovering over a magnifying glass, as you re-wire one of Natasha’s shockers. Natasha's shockers were a small disc that attaches to your skin, zapping you with enough electricity to make anyone fall to their knees in less than 10 seconds. Unconscious in 30. 

You look up from your soldering, meeting his gaze, your cheeks already turning red and you quickly look back down. Steve smiles, walking closer. 

He goes as much as to pull a chair with him and sit in front of you. Your fingers now slightly shaking as you try and pay attention to your work and not the handsome super-soldier sitting before you. 

“I have something that needs to be fixed,” He hums watching as you connect the wire together one by one. 

“You- uh, you can leave it on my desk,” you nod your head to your second desk to your left, not meeting his gaze. “If you want,” you say quickly in an afterthought, not wanting to sound rude and dismissive. “I’m busy with Nat’s shockers but then I will get whatever you need done.” 

Steve hums, his smile growing as he leans back in his chair, still holding to his broken stuff. “No worries, I have time.” 

Your hands stop momentarily, quickly realizing he planned to stay, as he made himself comfy. 

“Oh-okay.” You tried to calm your heart that was racing, hoping the super soldier with super hearing couldn’t hear it. 

- 

The next time Steve finds himself in the lab, he’s again, not empty handed. 

His lips already showing a charming smile as he walks to you, placing a to-go cup on your desk that actually makes you look up from your computer. 

“Thought you might want one,” he says coolly, not even hesitating to grab a chair and sit in front of you, his own cup in his hand. 

You blink, lips parting a little in surprise before you nod your head, a quiet thank leaving your mouth as you take the cup gratefully. Your eyes widen then, after you take a sip, realizing he got your favorite drink. 

You snap your eyes back to Steve with a questioning look but he doesn’t say anything as he takes a sip of his own drink, “what are you working on?” He simply asks. He is not going to talk about him bribing Stark to know what you like to drink or eat or snack on. 

You bit your lip, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve, before returning to your laptop. You begin to tell him how you are developing another version of Red Wing for Sam, your eyes lighting up as you get further into the details so it takes you a minute to realize you are rambling and your cheeks darken in embarrassment as you stop. “But uh, sorry, was there something you needed to be fixed?” You stumbled over your words as you look back at the super hero. 

You weren’t prepared for the look on Steve’s face. Your heart skyrocketing into your throat as your face reddens more. 

Steve shakes his head, “no, I don’t have anything for you fix.” 

You nod, looking back to your monitor, very aware of Steve’s eyes on you. 

- 

It’s 2 am and you’re flipping through a book while simultaneously scrolling on your laptop when Steve walks in. 

“How did I know I’d find you here?” Steve hums amused and you jump in your seat before meeting his eyes. “You haven’t left the lab since you got here at ten this morning.” He continues as he strides over to you. You don’t know what to say, surprised he even knew that. He rests his big hands on your desk and leans close, eyes shining with something you can’t quite place. “Let's go, you need to eat.” 

He doesn’t even hesitate as he grabs your hand into his, pulling you from your seat as he leads you out of the lab. “Wait, why are you awake?” You asked, looking up to him as he walked with you. 

Steve smiles, you still hadn’t let go of his hand, he presses L for lobby in the elevator with a hum. “What are you feeling? Pizza?” Not answering your question. 

- 

As you continued to see Steve a lot more, it seemed like every mission he went on something got broken, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him. His smile, as he walked over to you, now even sitting with you as you worked on whatever he handed you. 

The more you hung out, the more you grew comfortable around him. 

“You know, you’re going to bleed Stark dry with how many parts he’s got to order for me to fix things for you.” You hum softly, taking broken scraps from the super soldier’s hands as he flashed you a cheeky grin. 

“Mm,” this time he hums, already sitting before you as you begin to look at the damage this time. “I think he can manage.” You giggle at his words and shake your head looking up. 

“If anyone knew better, someone might think you’re breaking Stark’s tech on purpose.” You laugh again but Steve doesn’t join. 

You look over at him again and see his cheeky grin is still dancing on his lips as he tilts his head. 

Your mouth drops a little, “Are you?” Your face clearly showing disbelief. “Are you purposely breaking Stark tech?” 

Steve’s grin turns into a smirk as he leans onto the table, closer to you. “It’s a great excuse to see you.” His words flowing effortlessly as he watches your eyes widen again. 

“What?” You squeak still in disbelief at Steve’s confession. 

“How about this,” he says enjoying that it took you this long to figure it out. “I’ll stop breaking stuff if you see me outside this lab.” He hums tilting his head again, eyes full of mischief. 

[gutouhua]

experienced older zhongli x younger f.reader

tags. drugs (from doctor’s office), dubcon, fingering, oral sex (f.receiving), heavily implied age gap (reader is like mid 20s, zhongli is like 38) established relationship, dom/sub undertones

a/n. i literally wrote this in a fever dream :') unedited & i'm really rusty with writing smut, sorry guys...

“Open your legs and relax, love.” 

“Open my legs?” you slurred, something more than confusion muddling your words. “Why do I need to do that? I thought…thought the doctor said I was okay?” 

“Yes,” Zhongli smiled, voice sticky sweet. “But I just want to double check. Double checking is good, love, and besides, I’m sure I’m a better doctor than that quack is.”

You frowned and thought about it. “That does make sense because you’re so…”

You trailed off, looking mischievously at him. 

Zhongli arched a fine brow. “So what, sweetheart?” 

“Old,” you giggled. 

“I might be old, but you cum on this old man’s cock every night, love. So I don’t see any issue with my age.” He pushed his knees against yours, widening your legs with his. “Spread a little further.” 

You pouted. He wasn’t wrong, but you weren’t either, and yet somehow it felt like he’d won the conversation. Whatever—you made yourself more comfortable on the duvet, sinking into the pillows, and spread your legs for Zhongli.

“Lift them up.”

Even amidst the haze of the drugs, you raised your skirt hem upon command, muscle memory aiding your fuzzy head. 

Zhongli had to suppress a deep shiver when he saw your wet folds, sticky sweet against the near translucent fabric of your panties. 

“You’ll be the death of me, I swear,” he groaned, palming his hard cock through the stuff fabric of tailored trousers. 

“No dying,” you said, trying to sound stern but failing. 

Zhongli hummed and leaned down, his face at your thighs. “And why’s that, sweetheart? You’ll miss my cock?” he teased.

“No dummy!” You swatted his head lightly. “You still have to make sure the doctor did a good job! Didn’t you say you were gonna check!”

Zhongli had to stop the full belly laughter that threatened to come out. Upon sight of your cunt, he’d nearly forgotten his true objective. “Of course, of course—I’ll check and make sure that so-called doctor did a good job and didn’t hurt you.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, almost petulantly. 

Zhongli pulled your panties off, shimmying it around your ass. 

“Okay then, let’s get started.” Zhongli swiped his long tongue against his middle and ring finger—although if the shininess of your folds was any indication of how wet you were, he wouldn’t need to do that—and lightly pressed his two fingers against your pussy. 

“How does that feel?” he murmured, going up and down your folds, just barely skimming your clit. 

“Inside,” you demanded. Frustration pitched your voice, made it higher and whiny, but Zhongli didn’t mind. Found it endearing. 

“I have to make sure the outside is okay first, love, then I’ll check the inside.”

“Okay, fine,” you muttered. 

Zhongli chuckled and continued to massage the folds until you began squirming underneath his hold and he had to steady your hips with his free hand. An errant finger would occasionally slip just past your folds, but then it was gone and you were fighting his fingers with your hips. 

“Slow down, love. There’s no rush,” he said, sweeping long fingers against your folds. He gathered the wetness that dripped, caught it before it dirtied the sheets, and then pushed lightly inside, three fingers this time—just the tip—and you nearly folded in half from the sudden intrusion. 

“Deeper baby, please.” Desperate begging, completely forgetting that your husband was supposed to be checking for health reasons and not pleasure. 

“But I am deep?” he said coyly, sinking down to his second knuckle. Zhongli pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt, giving you slow strokes and just barely curling them. 

“Not—” you buck your hips, trying to impale his fingers on you, “—not deep enough. I want you deeper.” 

“Ask nicely, and I’ll do it. I will give you anything you ask for,” Zhongli said softly. He continued to stroke your insides, never going all the way in, and you didn’t want to cave—how did you even get into this position in the first place, you wondered—but you could feel your insides draw tight, your core fighting for sweet relief. 

When you didn’t say anything immediately, Zhongli pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips, against the folds that sucked his fingers greedily and you cried out from the sudden sensation. “Wife?” he murmured, licking your cunt messily while continuing to finger fuck you. 

“F-Fine,” you said shakily. Half-angry, half-aroused beyond belief. He knew you couldn’t resist him when he called you wife; used it every time he wanted something from you, or in this case, wanted to give you something. 

“Will you go deeper, please?” 

Zhongli latched his tongue around your clit and sucked lightly, pleased when your hips lurched forward and bumped his nose. Words half muffled, he said, “Manners.” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat; swallowed your need to win and acquiesced. “Please..please sir. Please go deeper, sir.” 

“That’s a good girl,” Zhongli praised and then thrusted knuckles deep into your cunt, sucking your clit at the same time with a harsh pull of his tongue. 

Hips lifted into the air, above the bed like an offering, you keened. “I’m gonna cum, baby, gonna cum—”

“Then come, sweetheart. Give it to me.” 

And so you did: when the tight draw in your stomach threatened to overwhelm you, eyes glossy from tears and something else, with Zhongli encouraging you, whispering praises—good girl, sweetheart, you’re doing so good, princess, cum for me—you let yourself go with a long moan and something garbled and something sounding sort of like Zhongli’s name. 

Only when you relax into the sheets, eyes closed, breath slow, exhausted, does Zhongli pull out, fingers soaked, the lower half of his face shiny and wet. But he doesn’t mind, likes the taste, really, and takes the chance to lick his fingers clean since you always chastise him for doing so in front of you. 

You got so embarrassed over things like that, Zhongli thought, but thought riding his cock wasn’t. He smiled, and although he liked you a sweaty and pleasured mess, you’d feel better waking up clean, but he’d clean you later. Not yet. 

He brought his saliva-coated fingers under his nose.

Inhaled. 

Yes, this is it.