#just a straight up old tea bag in water

[lost-technology]

A Determined Red Geranium Yeehawgust Day 15 (late) - Desert Rose [IMG ID A mixed media painting, mostly watercolor-ink, of a red geranium plant growing out of a patch of dry desert soil next to some broken bits of a former beer bottle. In the background is a rusted metal wall. / END IMG ID.] I honestly do not know if a geranium would be able to survive a very dry environment with poor soil and no care, but maybe some of the seeds for the things on Project SEEDS were genetically-enhanced. I like to think that some of Rem's seeds and cuttings might have survived the Big Fall and just sprout up in random places.

[moonstruckme]

Thawing Out

summary: You and Sirius are in dire need of a new coach just weeks before the Olympics. Remus is a former figure skating prodigy forced to retire after a career-ending injury. Though it's not smooth skating right away, those stiff Olympic village beds are dying to be broken in.

collab with @ellecdc

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12

cw: modern au, chronic pain

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

Remus still wakes before dark every morning. It’s automatic, an urgency and excitement that thrums through him like an old instinct, born from years of his alarm clock rousing him at this time. The rink is always at its best right now, when they’ve just finished resurfacing the ice and no one else is around. It was Remus’ favorite time to practice. 

Now, he has a new reason to get up. His hip clicks as he does it, so he starts his day with a couple of proactive painkillers. If he really wanted to be proactive he would stretch like he’s supposed to, but there’s no time and Remus doesn’t feel like it. He’ll pay his toll for the negligence later. 

The webpage of his Airbnb boasted a five-minute walk to the rink, but with his hip it takes Remus seven. It’s like an odd sort of muscle memory, an old routine from another life that feels as bitter as it does comfortable. He heads out early to give himself some cushion. The streets are empty but for bakers and baristas, the first hints of dawn tinging the sky a deep blue. When he turns a corner and the rink comes into view, the absence of his bag hanging from his shoulder is a phantom ache. 

The front doors are locked but the side one staff uses isn’t, the Zamboni driver already inside. Remus lets himself in, makes a cup of tea from the hot water dispenser they leave out when concessions are closed, plants himself on a bench, and waits. 

And waits. 

And waits. 

Remus has nearly nodded off when two pairs of shoes come bounding up to him. Well, one pair bounds. The other drags. 

“Hi, sorry we’re late.” You’re breathless and hauling a sullen-looking boy along behind you by the hand, but you manage a smile when Remus looks up at you. “I had to run over and get him out of bed. It’s good to meet you!”

You hold out your untethered hand. Remus might normally stand to take it, but he no longer feels like doing you the courtesy. Your grip is firm and warm. 

“You were supposed to be here at six,” he says. 

You wince. “I know. Sorry, Sirius is really not a morning person.” 

Remus thinks that he might put more stock into your apologies if you looked a tad more contrite. As it is, your countenance is almost cheery, a fizzy eagerness about you as you look between him and the ice like you can’t wait to get out on it. 

In stark contrast, the ill-tempered boy behind you seems not to have a clue where he is. He looks rumpled and disoriented, squinting in the rink’s fluorescent light. 

“Then why didn’t you pick another time?” Remus asks. 

He hadn’t realized he was still looking at Sirius, or that the other boy could talk, so it’s a surprise when he answers. “Wasn’t my bloody idea.” 

By the way you grin, Remus wonders if you’ve even heard the obvious bitterness in your partner’s tone, or whether it’s gone straight over your head. 

“I like the rink better early,” you explain. “No one else ever comes before the hockey practice starts at nine, and they’ll have just finished resurfacing the ice.” 

Begrudgingly, Remus nods. “I always preferred it about now, too.” 

He realizes immediately that his agreement was a mistake, because your smile grows into something far too brilliant for the early hour. Christ, what has he gotten himself into? There’s you, starry-eyed and effervescing all over the place, and your partner, who looks more inclined to fall asleep on your shoulder than put on his skates. 

And this is the pair skating duo Remus is supposed to take to the Olympics. 

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“Watch that back foot!” Remus shouts across the ice.

Sirius doesn’t look happy about it, but he corrects the placement of his skate, transitioning smoothly into the next synced turn. 

“Good,” Remus murmurs to himself. 

Once Sirius got out on the ice and woke up a bit, he was good. He skates with the technical proficiency of someone who’s been in the sport since before they started primary school, and the intuitive artistry of someone who loves it. You’re much the same, though your virtuosity and obvious competence are consistently undercut by hesitation, the grace of your movements interrupted when you second-guess yourself. But these—technical prowess paired with devotion—are the basics of what makes a good figure skater. You’ll have to be flawless if you want to do well at the Olympics. 

And Remus has found many flaws. 

“No, no—shit!” Remus stands as you fall out of your jump again, catching yourself on your forearms. “You’re still under-rotating! Come on!” 

Sirius snarls a quick “Hey!” over his shoulder before turning his back on Remus, going to help you up. He speaks to you quietly, checking you over as you stand. Remus seethes. 

He has no clue why he’s been called out here to coach a pair. Remus doesn’t know pairs, has never been a part of one. He was a solo skater. And frankly, it makes him wary that what’s supposed to be the best skating pair in Britain has asked him, a former solo skater who’s been isolated from the figure skating community in general for the past two years, to coach them. But Remus does know figure skating. And he knows when skaters are making stupid mistakes behind their skill level. 

“What aren’t you understanding?” asks Remus as you skate back to the edge of the rink. He really wants to know. “It’s simple. You can do this.” He knows he could have. As easy as breathing, and he would kill to have the chance again. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

Sirius’ glare is sharp as knives. He steps off the ice before you can, positioning himself between you and Remus. Your lips purse with a knowing sort of apprehension. 

“Sirius…” 

“No, you don’t talk to her like that,” Sirius spits. “It was a tiny mistake.” 

Remus raises his eyebrows, incredulous. “I’m trying to help her! It was a giant mistake, with a simple fix. You ought to be telling her the same, unless you’re okay with your partner snapping her ankle weeks out from competition.” 

“None of that means you get to fucking yell at her! Who do you think you are?” 

“Okay—” 

“I’m her coach,” says Remus, voice rising, “and—”

“Then coach her! Maybe if you’d give some actual fucking feedback instead of just nitpicking—” 

“Okay!” Your shout cuts through the space, echoing in the empty rink and silencing the other two. “That’s enough.” 

You haul Sirius back by his shoulder. Your grip doesn’t look severe enough to move him, but he goes, stepping back to your side. His eyes never leave Remus’. 

Your own gaze jumps between both boys, that same spark he’d seen in you earlier burning with a different light. 

“Let’s call it for today,” you say firmly. “Okay? We’ll try again tomorrow.” 

Neither boy speaks, though Remus nods. It seems to be taking all of Sirius’ willpower to bite his tongue. He gets the impression it isn’t something he succeeds at often, so Remus isn’t ashamed to say that it brings him a perverse sort of joy to see it now. His tiny bit of smugness fizzles out, though, when your eyes land on him. There’s something desolate in your expression that’s a salient deviation from how you’d looked at him before. Remus has the sinking feeling that he’s disappointed you. It’s more distressing than he can account for. 

“We’ll be here on time tomorrow,” you say in that same steady tone. “And my jump, I’ll work on it.” 

Remus nods again. You return it, and when you turn to leave, you drag Sirius after you by his shirtsleeve, picking up your bags along your way. Remus’ mouth feels dry. His lips are chapped, his fingertips hurt from the cold, and the sight of your skates sinking into the rubbery floor makes his hip ache terribly. 

It’s only once you’re nearly out of earshot that he manages to mumble, “Thank you.”

[f1smutwriter]

so excited to see that youre willing to write about so many drivers i feel like a lot of them do not get enough love. anywhooo maybe arthur x pierres younger sister, where everyone always thought they’d get together and pierre was always just like “no. not gonna happen” but it definitely happened anyway 😩 ly pookie definitely wont be my last time requesting 💁‍♀️

|𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲 (𝐚𝐥𝟏𝟐)

Arthur Leclerc x little!Gasly reader

Summary: Little Leclerc and Little Gasly aren’t so little anymore. They end up showing each other their true feelings but how would their brothers react

Warning: nothing just me ugly crying while writing this

Notes: Stop girl thank you so much. I do feel like a lot of the drivers get unappreciated. I love your energy and yes please request more would love to hear your ideas ♡︎

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April 9, 2005

“Look at them both, they’re so cute” Pascale said to mine and Pierre’s mom as they see me and Arthur in the front yard riding bikes together when our older brothers are at karting practice with our dads.

“I feel like those two are gonna get together in the future” My mom said to Pascale while smiling on the front porch drinking tea together. “Arthur you can’t do that you have to go straight no zigzag” I told Arthur the rules again to our game we were playing. “petit lapin that wasn’t part of the rules” he told me while still going in zigzags. “Thur play fair, and y/n that wasn’t in the rules” Enzo said making sure we didn’t argue anymore making Arthur stop and me pouting.

“Look at her pout” Pascale said to my mom pointing at my pout on my face. “Watch he’s gonna feel bad” Pascale laughed softly and without a heart beat Arthur came to me and said sorry. “I’m sorry petit lapin I won’t zigzag anymore” He said to me while holding my hand making me laugh a little.

When I see my dad’s car in the drive way I run to it wanting to see my older brother and Charles. Once they got out the car they had their bags in their hands making me help them. “Soleil it’s too heavy for you” Pierre said to me before kissing my head making me pout because I wanted to help. I skip over to my dad and jump into his arms “Papa I won racing with Arthur” I said to my dad while Arthur is talking with my brother and Arthur “I let her win” he whispered to them loud enough for me to hear.

“Hey no you didn’t I won fair and square” I say pouting at him not liking that he said he let me win. “Okay, okay I’m sorry you won fair and square” He said telling my little five year old self before I skipped to my mom and Pascale. “She could barely reach the petals so Enzo gave her a push” he laughed before going to me and the mom’s. “Maman can I have some water” I asked my mom when she put me on her lap. “Go ask your brother mon amour” she told me softly before kissing my head softly. Instead of asking my brother I skip to Arthur. “Thur can you help me get water” I asked with my puppy dog eyes that got him every time. Without a second to waste he gets up and walks with me to the kitchen.

“Soleil why didn’t you ask me” Pierre called out from the porch stair where him and Charles were talking. “Because Thur does it better” I shouted back before going back to Arthur. “I hope you know she has a crush on my brother” Charles said chuckling to Pierre who was an upset. “No she doesn’t, she’s not allowed to have crushes anytime soon” Pierre said a bit angrily not liking the idea of his little sister having a crush.

“Sorry buddy but she does” Our mom said while chuckling softly while sipping a bit of her tea. All of a sudden they hear my giggles from the kitchen, they all look inside and see me on Arthur’s back as he spins me around a bit. “Told ya” Charles chuckled before making Pierre roll his eyes staring at his little sister and his best friends little brother.

October 14, 2010

“Thur where are you” I call out from outside his room. When he didn’t answer I went to Charles room. “Cha have you seen Thur I have his present but he’s not opening his door” I asked holding his birthday present in my hand. “Yeah he told me to tell you to go in the tree house” Charles said while doing his hair. “Thank you cha” I giggled before running to the tree house hearing Arthur.

“Thur” I sang from the bottom of the tree house before giggling when I see him stick his head out. “petit lapin what are you doing here” he asked me looking confused on why I was at the house so early. “Got you a present that I want you to open in private” I said softly before climbing the ladder to the tree house. He just smile at me helping me up the last step before looking at the present in my hand. “You didn’t have to petit lapin I don’t expect anything” he whispered softly to me holding my hand still.

“Here open” I squealed excitedly giving him the present. He just smiled at my reaction before opening it and seeing a red bracelet. “I know your favorite color is red because of Ferrari so I made you a red bracelet, so that one day when you become a Ferrari driver you have a perfect bracelet” I explain before looking at him. “Do you like it” I asked him before feeling him pull me into a hug. “I love it Mon petit lapin” he whispered softly into my ear making me smile before hugging him back.

“Love you Thur” I whispered to him softly. “I love you too Mon petit lapin” he whispered back to me before we get called down by Charles and Pierre. We get down and Pierre sees the red bracelet on Arthur’s wrist. “She spent all day and night making that for you” he whispered to Arthur before looking at his little sister who was laughing with Charles about something stupid Charles had said. “Really” Arthur mumbled not believing that his petit lapin did that for him. On that very day he realized he was gonna be friends with her forever.

February 14, 2016

“No Thur it’s embarrassing everyone has a valentine but me” I mumbled against my pillow as he just chuckled rubbing my back. “Come on petit lapin, it’s not that bad” he laughed making me groan loudly in my pillow. “It is bad because even you have a date” I grumbled looking at him holding the teddy bear that he got me at the fair. “Your fifteen do you really need a valentine” he says to me softy rubbing my leg to make me feel better.

“You act like you’re so much older then me” I say smiled before looking at him with a bigger smile. “Go have fun your girl is probably waiting for you” I encouraged him to go have fun while holding my bear. “You sure because I don’t have to go” he asked me groan. “Yes go don’t be miserable here with me go have fun on your date Thur” I reassured him before I see him get up and walk out the door to go get ready for his date.

I sigh going into the kitchen and getting by all the good snacks we had. My mom just comes and sees me confused “what’s wrong Mon amour” she asked me seeing me get the good snacks. “No Valentine equals a very sad day maman” I said with a sad smile trying to lighten up the mood. “It’s okay Mon amour there will be many men lined up for you soon” she reassured me kissing my head before going back upstairs.

A few hours I hear the doorbell, then I hear my mom call me down stairs. “Y/n it’s for you amour” she called for me from the door. I groaned getting with my big pajama pants and Pierre’s hoodie that i never gave back going down stairs. “Who is it” I asked from the stairs before going to the door seeing Arthur with a big box of chocolate chips cookies along with white and pink tulips. “Wow look at you she’s gonna love it” I said softly with a smile before fixing his glasses that I loved on him. “Do you like it” he asked me with a smile as I fix his glasses. “Of course I do and she will too” I replied before looking at the beautiful flowers again.

“Well then my girl here are your favorite flowers and since you hate chocolate and can’t be normal whatsoever here is your cookies with chocolate that make no sense” he says to me giving me the flowers and cookies. “Thur what are you doing” I asked him holding the flowers and cookies. “Y/n Gasly, my petit lapin will you do me such an honor of being my Valentine” he questioned making me look up at him with a huge smile on your face. “Are you being serious right now” I asked almost about to cry from the sweet gesture.

“Actually now that I think about it I asked the wrong Gasly” he grinned at me making my eyes roll automatically. “Your stupid Leclerc” I said before hugging him wrapping my arms around his neck. “Not as stupid as you Gasly” he whispered to me wrapping his arms around my waist. My mom and dad just looking at us with awe on their faces when Arthur did all that for me. “I got more stuff in the car like food from your favorite restaurant, your favorite drink and everything else Mon petit lapin” he said softly kissing my head making me look up at him with the biggest smile on my face.

That was the day I realized I was in love with Arthur Leclerc.

November 18, 2023

Me and Arthur are walking down the strip of Las Vegas for the very first time. “This is Las Vegas, don’t really get the hype” Arthur laughed while walking around and looking at all the buildings. “Well Las Vegas is about gambling and drinking so” I giggled swinging our hands back and forth. “Yeah my pockets are done for the day” he told me before we walk in the lobby of our hotel. “Wanna go bother Pierre and Charles” I asked him with a slight smile on my face making him chuckle. “Let’s go” he says dragging me to the poker game they were playing with the other f1 drivers

“Hey tripod” I say to my brother before kissing his cheek and placing my head on his shoulder. “Soleil go bother someone else like max he’s winning right now” he whispered to me so no one else heard him. “No he scares me” I whispered back making him laugh and me just giggle. “Just go please and I’ll buy you sushi tomorrow” he offered making me going over to max placing my chin on his shoulder. “Max verstappen what are you doing on this fine evening” I say before he looks at me making me smile big and bright.

“Trying to ignore a certain Gasly” he says back with the same smile making me laugh. “Okay, okay I’m sorry please forgive me” I said before going to Arthur and sitting next to him at the booth where the rest of the drivers were. “I just realized is little Leclerc and Little Gasly dating” Max Fewtrell asked Lando who was drinking his drink. “Yeah they’ve been dating for like a while now, I think their childhood sweetheart.

“Wanna go back up and order room service” Arthur asked me while rubbing my thigh softly. “Always” I whispered before getting up off him and going to the elevators. “I still can’t believe you still have this” I say holding his hand and pointing at the red bracelet I made on his twelfth birthday. “A very special girl made it for me” he whispered softly to me before we walk to the room. “Yeah how special is she” I asked softly still holding his hand.

“Well she’s really special, the day she made me this was the day I fell in love with her” he says to me softly making me stop in my tracks. “W-what” I stuttered softly not believing the words that came out of his mouth. “I said the day she made me this was the day I fell in love with her, even though it was my twelfth birthday and she was 10 I fell hard” he whispered softly to me making me tear up.

“Please tell me you’re not joking, because if you are imma die Leclerc” I ranted fast making him look at me with his smile. “Never Mon petit lapin” he said before holding my face and kissing me. I kiss him back the guy I’ve loved for the past eleven years. The boy I had a crush on at five years old. I was kissing him I was finally kissing him.

He pulled away putting his forehead on mine. “I love you so much Mon petit lapin” he says while he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I love you so much more Thur” I say back tearing up happy tears now that I finally had the love of my life in my arms. He kissed me the man that I’ve been in love with for eleven years counting finally kissed me.

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March 6 2024

“Gosh this feels so surreal” Charles said fixing Pierre’s and his bow ties in the back room. “I know I mean I always knew they were gonna end up together but wow it doesn’t feel real” Pierre said softly tearing up realizing his little sister his Soleil was gonna get married. He hugs Charles tearing up in his shoulder as Charles tears up with him.

“Oh come on I can’t have my best men cry on me” Arthur says before hugging them both softly laughing at the two. “Bunch of cry babies” he teased them before Pierre pulls away. “Hey my baby sister is gonna be a Leclerc let me have my moment” Pierre told him before wiping away his tears and looking at Arthur. My dad calls for Arthur telling him it’s time. “Promise me you’ll take care of her” Pierre said looking at him with a smile.

“I promise” Arthur said back before hugging him quickly making his way down to the doors where everyone is. They open the door for him and he walks down the aisle first seeing everyone he loves is there. His mom, my mom, all our friends and family. He makes it down to where the priest is taking his spot before all the maid of honors and best men walked down with each other. After then were the flower girls spreading white and pink tulip petals. After them I come in with my arm entangled with my dad’s as he tears up and tells me how much he loves me. He walks me down to my spot in front of Arthur where he mouths to me with tears in his eyes how beautiful I was.

The priest starts the reception not hearing anything but just staring at Arthur with so much love in my eyes showing him I couldn’t wait to be his forever. “Do you y/n, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live” the priest says to me making me squeeze his hands a bit making sure he knows I will first. “I do” I say softly while looking into Arthur’s eyes.

“And Do you Arthur, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live” the priest asked Arthur making him squeeze my hand like I did to him. “I do” he said back to me making a smile pop up on my face along with tears. I turn around and grab the wedding band from Kika and he turns around to grab it from Pierre. I slide it on his ring finger as he slides his on mine.

“I know pronounce you husband and wife, Arthur you may now kiss your bride” he said making Arthur grab me and kiss me softly. Feeling the feeling I’ve had in my body for eleven years slowly come back. I kissed him back before pulling away as everyone is clapping for us. I grab his hand and we both walk down the aisle hand in hand going to the car to go to our honeymoon. I kiss him one last time before kissing and hugging everyone good bye before I get in the car where Arthur is waiting for me. “So Mrs. Leclerc Gasly where would you like to go first” Arthur asked me as he puts the car in drive.

“Anywhere you are Mr. Leclerc Gasly” I said before rolling down our windows and driving off wherever we will go. Only we know that and that’s only for us to know.

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Notes: I’m not crying you are. I know you asked me something so little but I just had to make it um how do you say it. ✨extra✨ which made the story a masterpiece. I did this scene twice because I forgot to save it and I left and everything went with me sooo. I really hope you like it and more story’s coming soon.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Heeey ! If request are still open, can I ask for a father!reader that have lost their children and take care of the BAU like of they were his children ? I'm bad for explaining, but it's basically a reader that don't want to see anyone in the BAU die and take care of them like if they were his children-

Ignore it if you don't want to write it

And have a good day !!

I've set it out a little differently, idk lol. But this is an amazing idea I love it!

Warnings: Reid's one mentions food and not eating properly, Morgan's mentions violence, JJ's mentions grief of losing a child, Prentiss' discusses nail biting and skin picking.

Reid:

"Hey, Spence?" You chime, turning to the younger man. Reid's head shoots up.

"Yeah?"

"Have you eaten breakfast?"

"Yep," Reid nods, sipping his coffee.

"And that breakfast was...?"

"A doughnut and this coffee." Reid looks at you, slightly hesitantly. You just raise your eyebrows for a moment and sighed.

You fish through your bag, pulling out a protein bar, a packaged croissant, and a water. "Here,"

"(Y/N), you really don't need to-"

"Don't wanna hear it, Spence." You sat in the seat next to him, sipping on your own coffee. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

"Oh, yeah? And what did you have for breakfast?"

"That's not- we're talking about you-" Spencer rolled his eyes, passing you back the protein bar.

"I don't want to hear it."

Morgan:

"He really kicked the shit out of you, huh?" You said softly, pressing the cold compress against Morgan's head.

Derek winced, forcing himself not to pull away, knowing the compress would help. He doesn't say anything, just gives a small snort.

"You give as good as you got?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at the younger man. When Derek gives a soft nod, you let yourself smile. "Good."

Garcia:

"There she is!" You give Penelope a soft smile, offering her a coffee. "I got decaf, hope you don't mind."

"You know, despite popular belief, I'm pretty good at dealing with caffeine."

"You literally vibrate. Like actually, literally vibrate."

"That's just a glitch in the matrix."

"...So you don't want the drink and cookie of making amends?"

"I said I can deal with caffeine, I didn't say I was an idiot, gimme."

JJ:

When you found out JJ was pregnant, it was a bittersweet feeling. On the one hand, you were so excited for the young couple to settle down, for them to experience all their firsts together. But then came the bitter side of this.

Whilst you were overjoyed for them, it hurt. It hurt to see a young woman who reminded you so much of your daughter start a family, knowing you would never get the chance to be a grandad.

Prentiss:

You could generally tell when it started to get bad for Prentiss. Or at least when it started to get too much. She'd subtly bite at her nails, sometimes picking at them instead. Pulling at the skin around her nails, barely even flinching if it bled.

After Doyle, her nail biting got worse. As did the skin picking. You had made sure to keep a close eye on her throughout the case. N the jet ride back, she continued to pick at her skin and nails.

You give Hotch and Rossi a small nod as you place the book you were reading down gently. You slide into the seat opposite her.

"Hey."

Emily pauses picking at her fingers to look up at you.

"Hey."

"How are you feeling?"

You watch her debate whether or not to say anything. "It's just... it's been a rough case."

You nod, taking a moment before you reply. "How about I make us both a tea - decaf because otherwise we'll both be bouncing off the walls-"

"Speak for yourself, old man." She quips with a smirk.

You mock offence, placing a hand over your heart.

"Careful, you might actually give him a heart attack." Morgan chimes.

You scoff, "Rude. Anyways, I make us a tea and we can talk about it. Or, we can talk about Sergio."

"Sergio it is." Emily nods.

"Alright, tea coming right up."

"Can I get one?" JJ asks, sitting up straight, you give a small nod, grinning when Spencer chimes in.

"I'll take a tea if you're making,"

"You did just say I'd have a heart attack..." You pulled an unsure face, "I'm not sure if I should be rewarding that behaviour."

Rossi gives a smirk as you continue, "Just this once." Morgan gives a soft snort as you grin at him. "Aaron, you having one?"

"I'm okay, thank you." You nod, throwing him a bottle of water instead.

"You look dehydrated."

"He means you look like shit." Morgan teases quietly.

"I heard that."

Hotch:

"Sir, respectfully, if you don't sleep, I will hit you over the head with something to knock you the fuck out." You chime, sitting across from him. You opened your book (the latest one Reid had suggested you read), raising an eyebrows at the 'children' - read 'other team members' - as they snicker. "Oi, no giggling, y'all better sleep too."

"Y'all?" Morgan smirks.

"Less backchat, more sleepy times." Is all you respond with.

"You know I'm only a year younger than you, right?" Hotch raised an eyebrow.

"And yet here you are acting like Morgan."

"Hey-" Hotch and Morgan both gasp.

"Now, shut up and sleep."

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Rossi chimes.

Prentiss snorts, "Yes Dads."

Rossi:

"Honestly Dave." You sighed, "Sometimes our kids can be a right pain in the ass."

"Tell me about it. We might have to ground them."

[greeniegirl23]

Radio Babies 1#: How They Act When They Are Sick 🤕

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Welcome to the first (not really) chapter of the Radio Babies series!! And yes that's the name because I am both corny and lazy so hahaha.

For those of you who don't know, this is the official kick off chapter following the same mood as my "Alastor As A Father" scenarios. Despite it being called "Radio Babies" not every chapter I write about will be them actually being babies. Just making that clear...

And we have names for these kiddos! From now on the daughter is named Evelyn or Eve for short, while her brother is named Alphonse or Ali for short.

I hope you enjoy the chapters I'm planning to cook up and add to this series, but if you guys come up with something you want me to write about these two, I absolutely can! I enjoy being given prompts, so don't hesitate to comment or even send an ask requesting something.

Now that the intro is done, on with the chapter!

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It all started when Alphonse came home from school with a cough. You thought nothing of it and gave him some tea with honey to soothe him.

Three days later, Alphonse and Evelyn are blowing their noses until they turn red. Finally you checked their temperatures and found that sure enough, they both had fevers. Immediately you panicked. It was rare for someone to get sick in Hell because of the hot temperatures making it next to impossible for germs to exist, but after having a doctor check them out, he assured you it was just the flu and that they would be fine as long as you took care of them.

When you told Alastor about this, he literally went right back out the door and ran to the nearby apothecary. After an hour he returned home with comically large grocery bags, filled to the brim with things that looked funny and smelled weird. Wasting no time, Alastor asked for your assistance as he rolled up his sleeves and pulled out his Mother's old school tricks that were ingrained in his mind after years of her care.

“Here darling,” He said, handing you a bunch of spices. “Place those in the pot and let them boil for a while, when your finished please grab me a pair of socks from each of our patients. I'm going to cut these onions up in the meantime.”

“What do you need socks for?” You asked, completely unaware of his foreign methods from the south.

He smiled sweetly, yet you could still see a hint of mischief in his eyes. “You'll see shortly, however I'm very sure that our little fawns will absolutely despise it.”

Soon enough, everything was finished and Alastor was ready to knock this sickness out of the ballpark. Calling his children down stairs, Alastor got straight to work. Every remedy he could think of, he gave them.

Ice packs on their heads? Check. Onions in socks to draw out the fever? Check. Homemade chicken soup for nutrition? Check. Tea with honey to soothe the throat? Check. Lemon candy with fresh herbs? Yep! He even had them inhale steam from bowls of hot water with cloths on their heads to break up the mucus.

Just as he predicted, your children immediately started whining, groaning, and moaning. Complaining about everything except for the soup since Alastor’s cooking was enough to make Gordon Ramsay cry.

Evelyn, your sweet baby girl absolutely despised the feeling of the onions in her socks as she walked around the house when needed. Even going so far as to hiss at Alastor when it was time to change them out.

Her brother, Alphonse was no better. Your poor boy was ready to submerge himself in an ice bath in order to stop the perfused sweating that he was generating from being forced to inhale steam with a bunch of random plants he couldn't even name.

“Thou will pay for this Father..!” Eve growled, struggling against the tendrils that were restraining her while your husband struggled against your preteen. “Get these filthy filths OfF oF mE!!”

“Ah-ah! No lip Little Miss,” He replied, finally getting one of the socks over her hoove. “Your mother and I worked hard to make these remedies all in an effort to aid you and your brother, which means that you will wear tHe daMn sOcks ChiLd…”

“Language!” You scolded him. He snapped his head towards you with an irritated twitch in his eye. “Oh, but she gets to curse me out in Shakespearean?!”

“Mama!” Alphonse whined. “Please make him stop, we live in Hell but I feel like I'm actually burning alive!!”

You sighed. “I'm sorry Sweetie, but I trust your Dad enough to believe that he knows what he's doing. As long as you do the same, I'm sure you'll be better in no time.” A simultaneous groan left your children as they continue doing what their father demanded of them. Even though Alastor didnt walk away from Eve without a scratch or two.

For the next few days Alastor put them on a schedule that ran like clockwork. From food, to tea, to even taking medicine of his own creation. This man was playing no games with the infection that dared to sicken his little bambi’s.

They tried to seek you out for comfort, coming to you with enough complaints to fill a small notebook. Alastor put a stop to that real quick though, giving them a stern look when they tried to pull your heartstrings via puppy eyes and toddler-like crying. He hated being so cruel to them he really did, but he had to since their health was on the line. He remembered when he'd do the same with his mother only for her to send him right back to bed.

On day three, Al and Eve were much much better. Your husband's chest puffed up with pride as the little ones returned back to their normal ways and you forced both of them to thank their Dad for all his hard work.

However, that pride turned bittersweet as Alastor came down with the flu that same weekend. You felt bad for him as he laid in bed like a wet noodle, all stuffy and congested. Fussing like a baby about this interfering with his work.

He didn't have to worry long, because you reminded him that he had three personal nurses by his side and that as long as they were around, he'd be in good hands.

[nariism]

did we just kiss?!

pair. itoshi sae x gn!reader

content: fluff, idiots in love, not proofread

wc. 0.7k

a/n: based loosely off of the "we accidentally kissed goodbye before they left for work" trope because it's funny and cute

itoshi sae is not an easy man to fluster.

in fact, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him get any further than slightly pink in the face. and even then he didn’t gratify you with any change in his expression, instead stubbornly staring at you with a deadpan. always so serious, that guy.

it’s not like he didn’t have people over. he actually had a lot of people over, but never the same one twice.

“being a celebrity sounds exhausting,” you told him one time. he just grunted at you in lieu of a proper response and slammed his bedroom door behind him. even famous people who live in the lap of luxury need to blow off steam once in a while, and it’s fine, you guess.

you only wish that they were quieter. maybe that was just sae’s type.

you’re not sure how you fell into the role of his roommate in the first place; you definitely did not keep up with the rent as dutifully as you should but for some reason he never minded covering the rest of the insane cost. you were just a friend from his youth— not his childhood by any means, in which the sentiment would hold up much better.

no, you met sae when you were seventeen years old. and since then he’s always spoiled you more than words could describe. in return, he comes home from gruelling practices to see your smiling face and the soft way you ask him “how was your day?”

he used to come home to an empty apartment, to a silence so loud that his ears would hurt. he would fill the air with white noise; leaving his tv running or boiling a kettle of tea, just to keep his sanity going a little longer.

he likes you. enough to allow you to be his white noise. it’s more pleasant than having to drink three cups of green tea every night, at least.

you’d like to think that you know everything about sae after living with him for almost two years. how he looks so tired in the morning and the way he doesn’t bother combing his hair, just slicking it back with some water and calling it a day. how he prefers to brush his teeth before eating in the morning, and then rinsing once with mouthwash after breakfast. how he comes home midday and flops onto the couch wordlessly to take his one hour nap at exactly 3 in the afternoon, and how he always falls asleep looking in your direction as you work at the desk on the other side of the room.

you’d like to think you know everything about sae. you don’t, but one thing is for sure: he really, really, really is not easy to fluster.

but one day, he finds you waiting at the door for him to say goodbye. you’re packing a little lunch into his gym bag because the night before he was complaining about always having to eat out during his breaks and that he was getting tired of bland food. there’s even a little sticky note attached to it with a smiley face and a heart with letters too small for him to read from this distance. and crap, it’s so domestic that he almost gets down on one knee right then and there.

(not that he has a crush on you or whatever, that would be so lame.)

“have a good day, sae,” you tell him with that smile on your face that makes him uncomfortably mushy inside.

���yeah, bye.”

and he’s not sure what kind of demon overtakes him, but he leans in to kiss you. a small peck right on the lips. it lasts maybe half a second before he stands up straight, eyes wide at his own actions, and pushes past you to rush out the door. as always, it slams behind him.

you’re left standing there in the entrance, staring at the door with a mixture of amusement and horror because itoshi sae, your roommate, might have just kissed you entirely on reflex.

he’s totally flustered, too, because in that half-second that his lips were on yours he swears you kissed him back.

when he gets into the backseat of the car waiting for him downstairs, his manager looks at him like he’s seen a ghost.

“are you… blushing?”

sae does not have a very good day after that.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[littlemissaddict]

Assistant!Reader x John Price fluff

I've well and truly been drawn in by the tf141 men, this short drabble was inspired by my Friday at work and how I wished I had Price (or any of the 141 really) to comfort me...

Warnings: Mentions of periods, cramps, reader being in pain

Being Price’s assistant on base, her own little desk just outside his office. Greeting him every morning with a freshly brewed cup of tea for him and a wide smile. Today was no different, or so she tried to pretend it wasn’t except the smile was forced and didn't quite meet her eyes. Price, of course, noticed and made a point of asking if she was okay as he thanked her for the tea. She brushed him off assuring him she was fine as she left his office to go back to his desk.

She buried herself in her tasks for the morning, hoping that the distraction would take her mind off the cramps in her lower tummy. She was still hunched over her desk as Price left his office at around noon for his meeting with Laswell and she forced herself to sit upright as he stopped at her desk.

“Are you sure you’re okay, you can take the rest of the day if you need to” his worried eyes bore into hers as she once again brushed off his concerns, unsure of how to broach the subject with her boss as it didn’t feel right coming out with ‘Oh you know it happens every month, I’ll get over it’ so instead she settled on an appreciative smile as she waved him off to his meeting.

He’d been gone around half an hour where the pain seemed to steadily increase and she almost regretted not taking Price up on his offer to take the rest of the day. Instead she rummaged through her bag in search of some painkillers, anything to take the edge off of the pain, quickly downing them with the water she always carried with her. Dropping her head down against the desk as she wrapped her arms around her tummy, she figured she’d be safe like this until the tablets kicked in as everyone on base was probably down at the mess hall for lunch until Johnny’s voice came around the corner.

Sitting up quickly to avoid being caught in the awkward position she could tell by his face, the same worried look that Price had given her earlier, that she’d been caught.

“Ya okay Bonnie? D’ya need me to grab the Capt’n or a medic?” he asked cautiously, his movements slow and his voice soft as if worried she’d startle like a wild animal.

“Johnny I’m fine, please-” she grimaced, gritting her teeth as another cramp hit her, “Please just leave me be” she all but pleaded with him. Thanking whatever higher being there was that he’d gone without fuss as she resumed her earlier position.

Little did she know Johnny had gone straight to Price, sprinting through the hallways looking like a madman as he tried to find him. When he did, he skidded to a stop in front of a confused Price and a very unimpressed Laswell. “Ya bird needs ya” he panted, ridiculously out of breath from the chase, it'd be almost comical for a trained soldier if he wasn’t so worried.

Price didn’t even stop to ask where she was or even correct Soap for his comment of her being his, just headed in the direction of his office as he figured she wouldn’t have left her desk. He knew she was a stubborn one but not when it came to her health, now though she was going to listen to him even if it meant he had to stay with her until she was better.

She hadn’t even heard Price come back, not until he was right there, scooping her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing even despite her protests. He headed carefully into his office, kicking the door shut behind him before sitting on the old couch in the corner of the room and bringing her down with him. She sat across his lap, one of his hands gently rubbing across her lower back as the other rested on her knees.

“Now I know you said you're fine but tell me, what’s wrong?” he hums, his chin resting on her shoulder as his hands continue to gently rub back and forth against her skin.

As strange as it feels to be sitting like this in her bosses lap, to have his hands against her skin and even just to be this close to him, she can’t help the way her body relaxes against him, finding comfort in the warmth of his body that has even managed to help her cramps subside to a dull ache. Or maybe the painkillers have kicked in she doesn’t know but it feels good not to have the constant pain anymore.

The hand that’s still resting against her knees squeezes softly in silent encouragement for her to speak as she remembers he asked her a question. “It’s nothing really, just the perks of being a woman” she mumbles in hopes he gets the gist of what she was trying to say without her having to have a full blown conversation about periods with him, not that there would be anything wrong with that she just doesn’t have the energy for it at the moment.

He nods in silent understanding, slowly moving his hand from her knees to her tummy as he carries on the gentle movement there in hopes that it will help ease her pain. Judging by the way her body somehow relaxes further into him and her head drops to rest against his shoulder he figures it does as she mumbles out a soft thank you. As she falls asleep against him Price plans to put together an emergency pack to keep in his office just in case she ever need anything, pain killers, pads and tampons (he plans to ask some of the female medics the most popular types to get just so he’s covered all bases), heat packs, chocolates (and if his team ever find them, they have a habit of getting into places they shouldn’t, he’ll make it clear that they are none of their business and are specifically for her and whoever disobeys him will be running laps until they drop) and whatever else he can come up with that will make it easier for her.

[hrrtshape]

DAY IN THE LIFE — fame dr 'CHILL DAY' edition

⋆ 8:30 AM – rise and shine in my gorgeous, light-filled apartment overlooking the pulse of paris near the opera garnier. the sun filters through elegant french windows as i slide out of bed in that loewe "i told ya" t-shirt (reference to challengers and jfk jr, hello????). making make a fresh coffee, lounging back on your plush couch with a journal in hand.

⋆ 9:15 AM – time for makeup, and the morning glow-up begins. walking to the pristine, marble-tiled bathroom, as i start with dior prestige la micro-huile de rose for that lit-from-within radiance. next, dior forever skin veil SPF 20 goes on as primer, adding a layer of sheer perfection. then comes the dior forever glow foundation, finished with a touch of YSL touche eclat for a much needed radiance, especially after that...uh, shameful night of over-sweetened margaritas.

bronzed with chanel les beiges healthy glow, cheekbones looking enviable and effortless. i sweep hermès' rose hermès silky blush across my cheeks for that subtle parisian flush. for eyes, it's the dior 5 couleurs couture palette in soft browns with a little extra shimmer from chanel's LES 4 OMBRES for that delicate, specific victoria secret's look. IDUN mineral's SILFR mascara and charlotte tilbury pillow talk lip liner with gucci rouge à lèvres voile lipstick to finish my look.

⋆ 10:00 AM – curls brushed and outfit on: bootleg jeans, chloé paddington boots, a fitted red knit sweater, and a vintage MIU MIU bag – a look straight out of a pinterest moodboard.

⋆ 11:00 AM – i slip out of my apartment, making my way to BO&MIE near the louvre. i grab a warm, flaky pain au chocolat (because we all need sweet treats in our lives) and a chai latte to go, the perfect balance of cozy and sweet. it’s a quiet sunday, and i take this little ritual down to the seine, settling on a bench to take in the morning lull. imogen heap playing softly in earbuds, a dreamy soundtrack to the sounds of paris waking up around.

⋆ 12:00 PM – i begin a gentle wander through the 1st and 2nd arrondissements, where sunday flea markets pop with trinkets, vintage finds, and that peculiar magic only parisian markets can hold. perusing tables with glimmering jewelry and rare books, picking up an old poetry collection that catches the eye, and maybe a tiny golden charm to hang off my bag or to gift a friend. a few fans recognise me, some shy and some thrilled, and i lean in for pictures with a warm, “i don’t bite!!!!!” 🫶

⋆ 1:30 PM – meeting a friend at VESPER, diving into sushi and cocktails that match the chicness of the moment. the laughter, the cocktails, the buzz makes everything feel light and sparkling. by the time we're done, i've had a few (as per), feeling just woozy enough to make the walk interesting.

⋆ 3:20 PM – with a bottle of water to balance out those cocktails, i head over to the musée de l’orangerie. monet’s water lilies are a calming spell – the colours, the quiet of the museum – all washing over, letting everything slow down for just a beat. besides the previous alcohol makes everything just a bit more technicolour.

⋆ 4:00 PM – galeries lafayette calls, and i'm in for a mini treat. picking out a new lip gloss, maybe a rich red or muted mauve, and stop by ladurée to snag some macarons. meanwhile, phone is buzzing; it’s thé manager, with urgent texts about an absolutely irresistible film offer.

⋆ 5:00 PM – meeting up with another friend, slipping into the comfortable flow of wandering conversation, stopping at a small, antique café for tea. the macarons make a reappearance, and it’s that kind of timeless paris afternoon – where you can talk about everything and nothing and let hours drift by.

⋆ 7:00 PM – friend heads out, leaving me alone at the café. perfect for pulling out a journal, pouring out poems, song drafts, and a little doomscrolling (because even in paris, i'm only human).

⋆ 8:00 PM – dinner with a close circle, back in the spotlight with cocktails, laughter, and some elegant dishes.

⋆ 10:40 PM – finally back in my apartment, the curls loosened, phone nearly dead, and the soft hush of a small headache as the city quiets. i slip into something cozy, nestle into bed with a new book, and drift off feeling like me and paris are all alone together, back to where the day began – calm, sweet, and wholly mine <3

[duskspring]

Cuddling - Secondo& GN!Reader

Domestic December - Day 3

Summary: Secondo comforts you after a rough day

Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): Hurt/comfort, crying, soft Secondo

Word count: ~2.4k

You weren’t sure how long you’d been staring at your ceiling. You wanted nothing more than to sleep this horrible day away, but for some reason your mind refused to let it all go.

Maybe you were making a big deal out of nothing. Scratch that, you definitely were. Everyone got chastised by their superiors from time to time, didn’t they? Still, there was no reason for that Brother to be so harsh. And there you went again, replaying it all over.

But just as you got to the worst part of the few hours old memory, a knock at the door shook you from your focus.

You didn’t make a move towards the door and neither did you say anything. You waited in hope that the person would leave. You couldn’t face anyone like this. If they saw you, they’d see you were sad and if they saw you were sad they’d ask why and you’d probably immediately break down-

“Piccolina, I will not have you ignore me.”

Oh. Fuck.

Within a second you were up and at the door. How could you possibly forget your evening plans with Secondo?!

“Papa, I’m so sorry, I-” The words spilled out of your mouth faster than even you could keep up, your eyes fixed straight to the floor.

Papa would clearly have none of it, “What happened to you?” He grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him.

His gaze was searching, trying to figure you out. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was concerned.

Words escaped you. Not even a lie came out of your mouth. You were barely aware that you were shaking your head, tears forming in your eyes just like you predicted would happen.

“Stellina,” You let out a sob as he gestured behind you towards your room, “Sit down.”

Without a second thought you followed his instruction. Of course you’d take the chance to turn away from him immediately. He wasn’t here to see you cry about nothing. You were supposed to come over to his room, fuck and leave. That’s how those things went.

Your mattress creaked when you sat down on it. Once again, you stared at the ground, fighting a losing battle to stop more tears from falling.

You heard the door close and a part of you assumed Secondo had left you there on your own. He had all the right to do so, he never signed up to watch you break down like this.

And yet he came back into your sight, crouching down in front of you.

He grabbed your chin just like before, grabbing a little tighter when you tried shaking out of his grip. Lord, you felt like a child.

“Tell me what happened.” His voice was stern, but not unkind.

“...It’s nothing.”

“Tell me.” There was more of an edge to his voice, a warning. Yet simultaneously his thumbs caressed the tears off your cheeks oh so delicately.

You sniffed, “It’s stupid-”

“I highly doubt that. Tell me what happened.”

You had to take a deep, steadying breath to be able to speak more than two words, “I messed up at work and got yelled at for it. That’s it.” You finally looked into his eyes again, as if trying to prove how silly you were being.

“And why do you think that’s so stupid?”

Your mouth opened to answer, but no words came out. Why was it stupid? What kind of question was that? It just was.

“That’s what I thought.” He said as he stood back up to his full height and walked away from you again.

“Wait…” You called out almost instinctively. You didn’t want him to see you like this, but somehow the idea of him leaving was even worse.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He reassured over his shoulder, still walking away from you but not towards the door, but the little water cooker you had standing on a counter.

You watched in silent fascination as he filled it with water and turned it on, going through your cabinets in search of mugs and tea bags. He grabbed two mugs at random, letting out what almost sounded like a brief chuckle as he inspected the silly dinosaur illustrations that decorated them. He then found the wooden box you stored your tea bags in, silently studying the different flavor options. He picked out two of them, not asking for your input.

Your tears seemed to dry up without you noticing, mostly out of confusion and shock.

Secondo seemed weirdly in his element. He removed his shoes and neatly put them off to the side next to yours. His movement from one end of the room to another was smooth, picking up the water cooker before it was fully done warming up so the tea would immediately be at a drinkable temperature.

You stared dumbfoundedly as he stalked back towards you and held out a cup in front of you. Your hand didn’t lift. Your mind, and by extension your body, were drawing a blank.

“Just what was said to you to scramble your mind this much?” He acted as if this was completely normal behavior for him, as if what happened earlier in the day was still the reason you were so taken aback.

“I just… I’m sorry, Papa.” You shook your head, finally taking the offered beverage.

“For what?” There he went questioning you again.

“For being a mess.”

The man scoffed, setting his own cup down on your nightstand before moving past you to lay down on your bed. Your eyes stayed glued to his being, going slightly wide.

He lounged there like he owned the place, looking at you expectantly. When you again didn’t move, he sighed. One of his arms opened up while the other patted his chest.

A part of you was afraid you’d misunderstood. Surely he hadn't meant… Well, what did you have left to lose at this point? You set your mug down, moving further onto the bed and slotted yourself against his side, one arm draped over his chest.

It seemed like the right thing to do, since he responded by pulling you fully on top of him. Your cheek now rested on his chest, his steady heartbeat thumping against your ear. He was warm, his robes wrapping around you with his arms like a blanket. His hands laced together at the small of your back.

You would have been flustered from anyone doing this with you, but the fact that it was big, scary Secondo somehow made it that much more intimate. It felt wrong in a way. Even with all the nights you’d shared, never had he done something like this. You’d never cuddled with him before. Hell, you had never even slept in his bed.

On the other hand, the fact that he usually wouldn’t do this but did as soon as he saw you upset touched you more than anything you would’ve ever expected from him.

Your tears made their grant return. You felt simultaneously safe in his arms, touched to your very soul, yet embarrassed by the further display of weakness. You tried your best to hold in your sobs, but utterly failed to be subtle.

“Go ahead,” Papa’s voice was soft and low, comforting, “It’s alright. I promise.”

That was all you needed to lose the small bit of composure you had. You cried into his chest, holding him tighter as you allowed yourself a release you’d been putting off for a while. A part of you still wanted to apologize automatically, but words failed you once again.

One of his big hands moved up to pet your hair, while the other drew calming circles on your back.

Secondo himself felt torn. Not on if he should be trying to comfort you, mind you. He was fully willing to give that his all. He had taken his o​​ath to look after his flock and he would try his hardest to fulfil that role, especially since you were someone he knew better than most other siblings of sin.

There was a reason he’d shown up to fetch you himself, as opposed to sending a ghoul like he usually would. He knew that if you didn’t come to him at the agreed time, something was wrong. This had never happened before.

The problem was that he didn’t comfort people often and thus didn’t know if he was actually helping at all. People avoided him when it came to emotions, much preferring his brothers’ help in that department. The best he could do was try, he owed you that much.

“Do you… wish to talk about it?” It was good for you to make the decision by yourself right? Or was he supposed to make the choice so you wouldn’t get overwhelmed by it? Well, he’d rather ask directly instead of guessing and possibly getting it wrong.

You cried a few seconds longer before sitting up, straddling his hips. You wiped the back of your hand over your cheeks, “There’s not much to say,” You sniffled, looking down at the spot on his robes that had turned wet from your tears. You brushed your fingertips over it softly, “I’m sorry.”

It took him a moment to understand why you were apologizing before noticing the spot himself.

He sat up, motioning for you to get off of him. You surely thought he would leave this time. Of course he would after you damaged a priceless article of clothing. He didn’t always wear it, but probably had a lot of business to attend to today. No wonder he’d asked you to come over in the evening. That only made you feel worse.

Secondo got off of your bed, turning to you, “Do you have a clothing hanger in here?” He didn’t wait for an answer before removing his robe.

You fought the natural urge to freeze and cry again, instead getting up and speed walking towards your closet. You pulled out the first empty hanger you found. You walked back and held it out to him.

He studied it when he took it from you, “You should invest in wooden ones. Such weak plastic can alter the shape of your clothing.” He explained while still using the hanger for his robe. It barely fit and the plastic indeed seemed too frail to hold up the weight. It unceremoniously dropped to the floor, leaving him with the empty hanger dangling from his hand.

Secondo’s eyes followed it with a deadpan look, a sight you couldn’t help but laugh at softly. His head turned to you, face still serious but with a glint of humor in his eyes.

He carelessly dropped the hanger to the floor, then sat back down, leaning against the headboard as if to ignore your clear amusement at his previous struggle. He grabbed his cup of tea again and waited for you to rejoin him.

You quickly did, but not before admiring what he wore underneath the robe. It wasn't anything extravagant; a mere black undershirt and matching shorts and socks. Still, they showed off his arms and legs in a nice way. Looking up a little higher made you catch his gaze, looking perhaps more amused than you had just been.

“Are you going to stand there all night or join this old man?” His lips quirked into a subtle smirk.

It was an easy choice to make. You settled in next to him, grabbing your own cup of tea. You sat up straight but with your head leaning against his shoulder. His arm came around you to pull you in just a bit closer.

“I mean it when I say there isn’t much to talk about.” You explained, finally calm enough to get your brain to fire up the right words, “I messed up some paperwork and got scolded. I don’t know why it hit me so hard, it just did.”

Secondo shrugged, “Your feelings could have been a long time coming. Maybe today just wasn’t your day. Or perhaps there really wasn’t a deeper explanation. You don’t always need a reason to feel things.”

You took a sip of tea, it was just warm enough to still be enjoyed, “Well, you are the reason I feel better now. Thank you.” You smiled up at him and to your surprise he did it back.

“I’m glad.” The arm that was snaked around your shoulders moved up to pat your shoulder, then rested there, “I can stay if you’d like.”

The man seemed determined to subvert your expectations this evening. Still, it was an offer you couldn’t resist, “I’d like that.”

Before long you’d put your mugs in the sink and moved to brush your teeth. Secondo was next to you, removing his paints with some makeup wipes. It was such a simple moment, which somehow made it more significant.

When you mentioned wanting to shower, he gave you the space. A part of you had expected him to request to join you. You didn’t mind the little bit of distance, however, actually appreciating his willingness to be around you without the need for sex.

When you walked out, hair still moist, he patiently waited in his same spot on the bed. He had taken off his shorts, socks and gloves, deeming that appropriate to sleep in. It wasn’t too rare to spot him paintless if you paid attention throughout the abbey. Somehow seeing his bare hands felt the most scandalous.

He was under the covers already, holding it up as soon as he saw you as a means to beckon you to him. You joined him there in a heartbeat, enjoying his body heat as you once again laid with your head on his chest, one leg draped over his hips. Both his arms were curled around you, holding you in place. Usually the way he smelled was an extra factor experienced in a moment of passion, but now it served to aid in your comfort. You felt so thoroughly protected in his hold, like he would hunt down anyone bothering your peace.

It wasn’t some big romantic gesture to you, moreso a true act of caring. You felt seen, felt home in his arms.

As you started to feel yourself dozing off, he whispered to you in the dark, “If you ever feel this way again, for any reason at all, you come to me immediately. Alright?” The vibrations from his chest at his speech were calming but not distracting enough for you to not have heard him.

“Okidoki.” You whispered back with a yawn.

“Good. Now sleep, piccolina.” And you did, more comfortable than you had in ages.

[My Main Masterlist | Domestic December Masterlist]

[rewritingcanon]

Ask and you shall receive! Ng hcs! (Note: some of these I've heard before and stuck to while some are original, also idk hoe to format this lol)

Albus had a fnaf phase when he was 10 that stuck with him for years.

Teddy is really good at drums and bass guitar

Albus is really good at math but not so good in English class.

James has anxiety and adhd

Teddy is pansexual and victoire is bi

Lilly is the only one of the potter siblings with glasses

Albus paints his nails black and wears eyeliner

James Secretly loves reading both old and new literature books but he doesn't let people know because it isn't expected of him

Victoire is a healer and is a very dedicated worker

Lilly made reserve seeker in her first year, harry cried over it

Albus has bipolar disorder

Teddy makes sure to have tea with his grandmother on the weekends with her freinds

James is really family oriented and gets homesick really easily, he also kisses both of siblings foreheads sometimes to their displeasure

Victoire surfs because she crew up in shell cottage right by the water

Dominique is a trans woman

Scorpius has brown eyes like his mom and multiple bueaty marks on his face

Teddy had a small gap between his teeth but changed his teeth with his metamorphmagus abilities cause he was terrified of getting braces

James is really good at singing but doesn't do it often

To the suprise of the hogwarts staff Lilly is the most like grandpa James not her older brother

Alice is plus size

Craig was the first person to stand up for albus when he was getting bullied. James thanked him for it and now they talk to each other whenever they see eachother

Scorpius has natural eye bags and because he's skinny and kinda pale people think he looks like a corpse which is ironic considering how full of life he is

I don't know how to end this so I'll stop here but I might make a part 2 or do hcs for each individual character idk.

omg i agree with SO much of these but i’m especially passionate about lily being the only potter sibling with glasses and scorpius having tonnes of beauty marks. i feel like i havent seen anyone else who also thinks scorpius is us riddled with beauty marks??? not just on his face but also neck, shoulders, chest etc. i thought it was only me lol.

and i really like the idea of james secretly being good at singing. i feel like he tries to “jokingly” belt songs that are hard to sing to sing terribly and annoy other people and this is how everyone finds out he’s actually really good at it 😭

and the idea of teddy using his abilities to get straight teeth would be so hilarious because ik for a fact he def don’t know shit about dental and will probs continue to fuck his teeth up even more. andromeda takes him to the dentist and it’s literally that dentists worst nightmare. like tf happened here??

also yes the idea that james sirius potter is the next marauders menace and fred weasley ii is the next weasley twin is outdated and boring. get the daughters in here rn.

[thatlovinfeelin]

Where Do You Go? | four | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Your husband died in a training accident, unexpectedly. So what happens when you find yourself leaning on his best friend and wingman, Rooster Bradshaw?

Part One Part Two Part Three

You’re alone in bed one night when your phone rings. You fumble, trying to get around the mountain of pillows you put around you. It’s Rooster, calling you close to midnight. 

“Roos, are you okay?” You question. 

“Can I come over?” He asks quietly, almost heartbreakingly. 

“I-” You look down at yourself, no bra, wearing one of Kurtis’ old shirts and worn out gym shorts. But you couldn’t say no to him even if you tried. Because he sounded like he needed someone, “Yeah…Yeah you can come over.”

You push your sheets and blankets away and make your way into the dark living room. The pictures that used to hang in the hallway were now safely put in a photo album. The walls still remained bare, with nail holes everywhere. Part of you was surprised you hadn’t punched a hole in the wall. Some days that’s all you wanted to do. 

Day by day you were starting to learn to live with the pain though. Day by day it hurt a little less and a little less. The ache was still there, but not as pronounced. Though, part of you felt guilty for even trying to move on. Surely Kurtis would want you to move on with your life, but how could you find yourself starting to forget the little moments?

Sometimes you couldn’t even hear the sound of his voice anymore. You’d have to go digging in your camera roll to find a video of him just so you could hear his laugh again, which would cause you to burst straight into tears. 

The knock on your front door pulls you away from the bare walls. You don’t want to leave Bradley out in the dark cold. He looked rough, bags under his eyes, hair all a mess. You wondered when the last time he slept was. The sight of him made your heart ache.

“Oh, Roos,” You mumble, wrapping your arms around him. 

“I keep seeing it,” He whispers, voice cracking, “Every time I try to go to sleep, I just see it happen over and over again. It won’t stop.” 

Your heart then breaks as you lead him inside. His hand is clammy in yours, but he holds onto you so tightly. You squeeze his hand, trying to silently reassure him that he isn’t alone in this. He has been there day in and day out to support you throughout all of this, now it’s your turn to be there for him. 

“Come sit,” You said softly, dragging him into the living room and pushing him gently so he sits on the couch, “I’ll go make some tea. That always helps me.”

He does nothing but nod, gulping as he does. You aren’t sure how much good you can do for him, but you’re sure as hell going to try. He’s done too much for you not to try. You care too much for the man to not do anything to help him. Even if you have to hold him for a while until he can finally calm his mind, like he’s done for you so many times already. 

You heat up the water on the stove and grab the box of camomile tea out of the cupboard. You’ve gone through more boxes of this than you’d care to admit. But it always puts your mind at ease when you need it, or calms you enough to make you go to sleep. Right now, you hope it does both for Rooster. 

“Here,” You whisper, holding him the steaming mug, “Drink some of this. Should help.”

You settle in next to him, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and throwing it across your lap, snuggling into the cushions. He takes a slow sip of the tea and nearly hisses, not realizing how hot it was. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You swallow the lump in your throat. 

The last thing you want to do is hear about how your husband died. You feel like you know enough, more than you should probably. You know that his engines somehow failed and the canopy didn’t open properly upon ejection and the blunt force trauma killed him on impact. He didn’t feel anything as his body fell to the ground and his jet crashed somewhere behind him. But you weren’t sure if you could handle hearing about it from Rooster’s point of view, but you would try for him. If he needed to talk, you would do your best to be an ear for him, and a shoulder too if he needed it. 

“No,” he said quickly, “That’s the last thing I want to do.”

You nod and silence falls over the two of you once more. Your brain seems to be spinning, going around and around in circles. The silence almost hurts you. 

“I’ve been thinking about getting a dog,” You announce quietly, “It’s hard being here alone. We talked about getting one before… I think I want a big fat English Bulldog.”

“You always did like them,” He nods, “A dog would be good. Someone to keep you company.”

You smile sadly. The house is too quiet without another person here. The bed is too cold and empty, which is why you pile almost every pillow you own on it at night now. Just so you can feel like there’s someone, or at least something, else in the bed with you. You feel like it’s pathetic in a way. 

Sighing, you reach over and brush some of his hair from his forehead, “You know it’s not your fault, don’t you?”

You’ve never asked him. Nor have you ever insinuated that the accident was his fault. How could it be? The jet engine failed, no one could have expected it. Pre-flight check was normal, even the investigation showed that no one was at fault. Nothing could have prevented it. 

“I know,” his voice is hoarse as he speaks, still looking down at his mug, “I just-”

He stops, taking a deep breath before a long drink of the tea. He licks his lips, and shakes his head. Almost like he can’t finish the sentence, or maybe doesn’t want to. You feel like you’re walking on eggshells, and you wonder if he feels the same way. 

“You what, Roos? Talk to me,” You start rubbing his back, trying to coax him into saying something, or anything really. 

You can feel that he’s bottling it all up, and you know how that ends. In your case it’s always messy and sometimes bloody, it’s horrible and frightening. Nothing good comes from bottling something like this up, just waiting for it to burst. 

“I feel like I should’ve been able to stop it,” He sighs, finally finishing his thought, “I know there’s nothing I could have done….but I feel like there should have been something…anything.”

You wrap your arms around him. Your heart breaks open again when he makes a sort of wounded sound, “Roos, there’s nothing you could have done. No one could have stopped it.”

“You lost your husband that day,” he mumbled, “And no one could have done a damned thing to keep him safe. I’m his wingman, I was supposed to have his back up there. My job was to bring him back down to you.”

Tears well in your eyes, “You did do that, Rooster, you did that so many times. I know there are missions that he wouldn’t have made it home from without you. Please, god, please don’t blame yourself for any of this.”

“Aren’t you mad?”

“Of course I am,” you reply almost instantly, “But being angry isn’t going to help anyone. He wouldn’t want us to stay like that.”

“He’d be cracking jokes about it,” Rooster laughs dryly, “So many fucking jokes.”

“You’re right,” You have the same kind of dry, breathless laugh, “He was good at jokes.”

“He always had us laughing up in the air,” He told you, “Always kept things light, even when we were getting ready to do something dangerous. He’d crack some kind of joke as we were loading up and have me nearly pissing myself because I’d be laughing so hard.”

“Sounds like Kurt.”

Tears prick your eyes. Rooster’s eyes are closed, his head hung low. You can feel the pain radiating off of him in waves. You want nothing more than to take away all of his pain. You’d take it on as your own if you could, for him you would endure it, just so he wouldn’t have to.

Something comes over you, so strange in nature. All you want to do is comfort him and make him forget. You want to forget too. Forget about missing your husband, forget about the emptiness and the ache you constantly feel. You want to forget about all of it. 

“Roos?”

“Yeah?” He picks his head up, finally opening his eyes to look at you. 

There’s something in his eyes, deep and hazel and shimmering. You swallow, feeling something twist in your gut. If you didn’t know any better, you would swear it was attraction and want swirling around. But it was too soon for something like that, right? Surely this was some sort of trauma reaction. 

You shake your head, trying to clear it of those thoughts. You couldn’t have feelings towards Rooster. Out of anyone, he had to be off limits. He was your husband’s best man. Surely you’d go to hell just for thinking of him in that way. 

Yet, something about the way he was looking at you made you want to lean in and kiss him. Would he taste like the tea or something else? Would his lips be as soft as they looked? Or would they be rough under yours? 

“Stop looking at me like that,” He quietly pleads.

“Like what?” You question, furrowing your brows. 

“Like you want to do something you’d regret,” He replies, eyes dropping to your lips for a moment, “Something we’d both regret.”

“Roos-”

“I can’t,” He whispers, setting down his mug on the coffee table.

Your hand is still in his hair. For some reason you can’t bring yourself to remove it. His hair is soft and fluffy, the curls all messed up from his attempt at sleep earlier in the night. You want to tell him that you don’t care, that you just want to know what it’s like with him. You never looked at him this way before, but that’s because you always had someone else to focus on. But it feels like you’re seeing him, really seeing him, for the first time. 

“I don’t want to be alone,” You whisper, fingers running through his hair.

His hand comes up to gently cup your cheek, thumb stroking your cheekbone, “I don’t want to be someone you’ll regret in the morning.”

You shake your head, “I don’t think you could ever be someone I’d regret. If nothing else, just sleep next to me, please?”

He takes a deep breath before speaking, “Sweetheart-”

“Please,” You beg, “Just for tonight. I can’t sleep in an empty bed. Please Bradley.”

The sound of his first name makes him break. Any resolve he has is suddenly gone. You look like you’re close to tears again and he can’t be the one to make you cry. He’s the one that’s supposed to stop you from crying, not cause you to. So he stands, holding out his hand for you to take. 

“C’mon then,” His voice is so soft it fills you with a strange sense of warmth, “Let’s get you in bed. It’s late.”

You nod and let him pull you up. He leads the way to the bedroom this time, now knowing the way a little too well. He doesn’t say anything about your mountain of pillows taking up the other side of the bed. You feel as if he somehow understands why they’re there, and won’t mention it at all. 

Instead, he slowly pulls each of them off of the bed and peels back the covers before pointing to your side, “Get in.”

“What, are you going to tuck me in?” You half joke.

“Yes,” He replied, “Always made me feel better as a kid. Now get in.”

Your chest feels warm as you climb into the bed and settle in. He smiled softly at you, watching as you wiggle around for a moment before finally getting comfortable. He brings the covers up to your chin, tucking you in a little before climbing into the bed next to you. 

“Can you hold me?” You ask him, “Just for a little while?”

He nods before his arms pull you close to him. You have to fight the urge to sigh contently. Being held feels so good after all of these months. You didn’t know you could miss such a simple action so much. But you did. You missed being held and being kissed. You missed the lazy mornings with someone next to you. You missed Kurtis, more than you could ever explain, but you missed the little moments that you shared with another human being just as much. 

“Try to sleep,” He whispered to you, “I’ll be right here.”

“Thank you.”

He hums, tucking your head under his chin. The warmth is still prevalent in your chest, begging for you to do something to let it out. But all you can do is just lay there as he holds you and makes you feel more like a human being than you have in four months.

[chaosbarelycontained]

You Know I Think I Recognise Your Face

North Country Boy Chapter 2

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x AFAB!OC

TW: swearing, angst, awkward teenagers (yeah, I know)

Words: 2.1k

Synopsis: Jules meets some of her new team mates and lets the Lt know where her boundaries lie.

Captain Price awkwardly cleared his throat, shaking Jules from her frozen state. With a pointed look at his Lieutenant, Price then addressed his new Sergeant.

“Drop your kit in your room and join us for tea, eh? Don’t let it get cold.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

Moving to follow him out of the briefing room she felt a hand wrap around her wrist.

“Ju…” Riley began, his voice quiet and low.

Her eyes glanced down to where his hand rested on her and then they were back on his face. She stared him down coldly without even a hint of expression until he released his grip and then she made her way out of the briefing room without a single backward glance, stooping to grab her kit bag as she passed.

Standing before the door to Room 3B, Jules stared at the handle and the card scanner above it. Price hadn’t given her the key-card. In the absence of any other option, she slid the card for her old room from the pocket of her pants and tapped it against the scanner, which chirped and flashed green. Jules smirked a little at the Captain’s deviousness and pushed down the handle.

The room was as nondescript as any other billet she’d bunked in over the years. She lay her kit bag down on the foot of the perfectly-straight covers and made a perfunctory scan around the space. There was a small window above the head of the bed, the sky beyond already beginning to take on the dusky hue of twilight, and a closed door to the left. Opening it, Jules was relieved to find a sink, toilet, and shower. The usual single wardrobe, chest of drawers, and bedside table completed the ensemble and she gave a small hum of satisfaction before making her way back downstairs to the mess.

Following the clamour of voices and the clatter of cutlery against china, Jules quickly located the mess again after Price’s rapid tour earlier. She pushed open the door and was hit by a wall of noise and smells of food from the kitchens. Casting her eye about she did a recce of the room and quickly surmised the order of things. Grabbing a tray from the stack by the wall she joined the queue at the hatch and then had her plate filled with a hearty beef stew and dumplings. Nodding her thanks to the server she found an empty seat at the end of one of the tables, filled a glass with water from the jug in the middle, and then settled in to eat her tea.

She’d barely managed two mouthfuls before her elbow was jostled by someone taking the seat to her left whilst another sat in front of her. She acknowledged both of them with a small nod and then went back to eating her food. When the expected conversation openers didn’t arrive she looked up to see both soldiers staring at her, broad grins on their faces. Swallowing awkwardly Jules offered them a strained smile in return but they said nothing and just carried on staring.

“Hi?” she said in bemusement.

“Hey,” one responded, whilst the other gave a “hullo”.

“Can I…help you?”

“Just comin’ ta gi’ ye a welcome,” the guy to her left said, his words thick with a Scottish accent.

“Thanks,” she replied, forking up another mouthful of stew.

“So you’re the spook from The Duke’s?” the other asked in reference to her affiliations with the Lancs and the SRR.

“That’s me.”

“Proper chatterbox aren’t ye?” the first teased, leaning his cheek on his hand.

Jules remembered him from the briefing now, one of the guys who’d heckled the Captain. MacTavish, he’d called him.

“MacTavish, right?” she asked.

“Aye!” He grinned, his eyes lighting up when she recalled his name. “That’s me. This is Gaz,” he added nodding at the fella opposite, who saluted goodnaturedly.

“Jules,” she offered, taking a gulp of her water as she mentally tried to match the names she’d been given to the list of 141 members that had been on Price’s data drive.

“Get an offer ye couldn’t refuse?” MacTavish pushed.

“I’m sorry?”

“The Captain there, gave ye an offer? Dug ye oot of a hole?”

Jules eyed him suspiciously and he held up his hands in a placating gesture.

“Don’ worry yeself, I’m no prying. Ye don’ have te say.”

“Let’s just say I had a problem with some orders, yeah?” Jules smirked, raising her glass again.

“Amen to that,” Gaz agreed, holding out his fist which Jules bumped with her own.

“Gaz…that’s Garrick, right?” she asked, which he confirmed with a nod. “You’re from the Duke’s too, yeah?”

Gaz opened his mouth to respond but his words stalled as he glanced over Jules’ shoulder towards the door. Raising his chin in greeting at whoever had entered, he then turned his attention back to her.

“Yeah, I did my time at Kimberley, so did the Lt, actually. Hey Ghost!” he called across the room. “The newbie’s one of ours.”

Jules stiffened in her chair at the mention of the Lieutenant’s name. She saw MacTavish beckoning him over and held her breath, trying to focus on getting another forkful of stew into her mouth in an attempt to disguise the rising tide of her anger. To her utter relief she saw him shake his head and leave the room with his plate of stew.

“Thought we had him there for a minute, Soap,” Gaz sighed, shaking his head.

“Soap?” Jules asked, a little confused.

“Aye, tha’s me,” MacTavish said.

“Why Soap?”

“‘Cause he’s good at cleaning house,” Gaz offered, whilst MacTavish beamed at her.

Jules couldn’t suppress the snicker that bubbled up from her throat, grateful for the distraction. It was short-lived, however, when Soap began his “not prying” line of questions once more.

“So ye ken oor Ghostie then?” he asked, not missing Jules awkwardness.

“Like I said before, I used to. Not seen him in ten years,” she shrugged off the question.

“Ooooh, so you know the man behind the mask…” Gaz speculated, his eyes widening with the anticipation of gossip.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Jules replied, swallowing the last of her water. “A lot can change in that amount of time.”

“But what’s he look like though?” he pressed, eager for any speck of gossip about their Lt.

“What d’ya mean?” Jules asked, becoming more perplexed by the minute.

“Never takes his mask off,” Soap offered with a shrug.

“You mean never as in…never? At all?” Jules’ voice was thick with incredulity.

“Nope, never.”

“Crazy-arse bastard,” she muttered, filing away that piece of information for later.

The two soldiers still stared at her expectantly, as if she were about to divulge some key piece of intel but she left them disappointed. She stood, scraping her chair backwards as she gathered her plate and cutlery.

“Sorry gents, it’s been a long and very weird day. I’m gonna turn in for some early shut eye ‘cause I’m sure tomorrow’s goin’ t’be just as crazy.”

“Too right,” Gaz agreed, but Jules had already left the table.

She deposited her tea things by the wash-up station and left the mess. The list of duties for the next day had already been pinned to the noticeboard opposite so she took a second to check it and groaned internally. For all intents and purposes it looked like she’d been let off lightly. There was an equipment audit scheduled for the afternoon and she wondered what that might entail but it was the morning’s activity that concerned her the most. It was a skills assessment which, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t have phased her but this one wasn’t led by the Captain, it was led by Lieutenant Riley. Shit.

Jules’ plans for an early kip were scuppered. Her brain just wouldn’t switch off and, after a couple of hours of tossing and turning she gave up. Leaving her bed with a frustrated huff she stuffed her feet into her trainers and made her way down to the mess for a glass of milk to try and reset her racing thoughts. Voices filtered into the corridor from the mess and she slowed her pace, automatically making her steps lighter and almost soundless.

“Ach, come on Lt, gi’ us a bit o’ somethin’ eh?” Soap’s voice carried loudly.

“Leave it alone, Johnny,” came the low and slightly muffled rumble from behind Ghost’s mask.

“Not even the tiniest bit of back story?” Gaz probed.

“I told you, I’m not gonna talk about it. We knew each other a long time ago, that’s it. You old hags are gonna have t’get your gossip somewhere else.”

It was then that Jules stepped into the room, which fell silent as the three guys turned their eyes in her direction.

“Don’t mind me,” she muttered, keeping her head down as she searched for the milk in the fridge.

“You joining us for a brew?” Gaz asked, shaking his mug of tea in her direction.

“No, ta,” she replied as she located the milk and filled herself a glass.

“Cannae sleep?” Soap queried sympathetically.

“Summat like that,” Jules said, downing her drink and then rinsing her glass. “Night, fellas.”

With a nod of acknowledgement to Gaz and Soap’s chorus of “g’night”, she left the room. Ghost had remained silent, simply folding his arms over his chest, but she could feel his stare boring between her shoulder blades long after she’d left his line of sight.

* * * * *

Juliette looked up from her desk, startled by the cough from her bedroom door. Her cheeks flamed red as she saw Simon lounging in the doorway, a lop-sided grin on his face.

“Whatcha reading?” he asked, nodding with his chin towards her book.

“Wuthering Heights,” she groaned, dying internally at the thought of her messy hair and the giant spot that had erupted on her forehead the night before. “I gotta annotate three chapters for homework.”

“Homework?” he scoffed. “You’re such a swot, Jules.”

“I am not,” she protested, shifting a stack of notes underneath the latest issue of Just 17 magazine. “I can’t understand the bloody thing anyway.”

“You got Mr Benedict for English?” Simon asked and when she nodded he stepped further into her room.

Juliette’s heart skipped a beat and she almost forgot how to breathe when Simon leaned over her desk and took her pen from her hand.

“I had him too, he loves Wuthering Heights. You need to be highlighting bits like this…and this…” he drew circles around phrases in the book. ‘And make sure you talk about pathetic fallacy. He’ll go mental for that.”

“Cheers, Simon,” she beamed and he smiled back at her.

“Not a fan of English then?” he asked as he straightened up and looked around at her room a bit more.

She prayed that she’d remembered to put all her dirty washing in the basket and that he wouldn’t notice the poster of Damon Albarn that she’d ripped out of Just 17 and pinned to the wall next to her bed.

“Nah, I like I.T. and Maths,” Juliette admitted, and she really did.

She loved computers and how they worked. Miss Talbot had promised to give her extra classes on coding if she passed her end of topic test next week.

‘Told you, you’re a total swot. Maybe even a geek.”

“Am not!”

“Yeah you are,” he teased, laughing as she smacked him on the arm. “I gotta go. If you need any more help just tap me up.”

“Yeah?” Juliette blushed again, relishing the thought of maybe spending more time with him without Rob being his usual twatty self.

“Course.”

“Mint,” she exclaimed, “Thanks Simon.”

“Laters, Jules,” he said as he left her room, throwing her a cheeky wink.

Juliette groaned and let her head thunk onto her desk. Her heart pounded a rapid tattoo but at least she remembered how to breathe again. Lifting her head she gazed at the pages of the novel where Simon had made notes for her in his distinctive boxy script. She pulled the book closer to her, vowing to keep it forever, but then nearly vomited in embarrassment as she caught sight of the piece of paper that had lain just under it, the writing clearly visible. Down the centre of the paper was written the words TRUE LOVE with numbers next to each letter but it was the names at the top of the page that made Juliette want to crawl into a hole and never return.

Juliette Kelsall and Simon Riley.

She’d never be able to look him in the face again.

Taglist: @aykxz98

[rhettsgirll]

Leave No Trace pt. 1 ~ A Rhett Abbott Fic.

(Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Warnings: Gun mention,bones mention,pet names: Bambi,implied dad problems (help idk how to describe it)

PLZ ITS MY FIRST FIC BE NICE 😭😭

Your worn out boots crunch under you as you walk through a dry and overgrown field, your eyes are trained on the ground looking for bones. It’s a late summer night in the rundown town you call home. It’s a quaint rural town filled with ranchers and drunkards. All this town called Wabang has is a bar,a gas station,a bank and a small store. Everything that happens here,stays here. No one has really ever left,unless you count the old preacher and his controversially young lover.

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Rhett drives down the back roads of his several hundred acre ranch. Dust kicks up behind his fathers old pickup truck. He softly drums on the wheel as his highbeams hit the well-worn gravel path,taking his eyes off the path to glance at the rising moon,he catches the shifting of the dry prairie grass. He presses on the brake and quickly turns off the car, he reaches down to the floorboard and grips to his well worn shotgun. He slides out of the truck,off the worn leather seats and onto the side of the road. Rhett loudly loads his shotgun trying to get whatever it was to move. As soon as he loads it,a patch of low grass appears as well as swaying of grass near the patch.

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You drop onto your stomach in the grass as soon as you hear the gun load,people in this town own guns,and they know how to use them. You slap your hand over your mouth in an attempt to stifle your shaky breath.

“Hey! Who’s out there!” A gruff voice tears through the peaceful night silence. You curl into yourself,suddenly hearing grass crunch around you. “And what would this be?” The same gruff voice utters. You untuck your head from the dusty ground and stare straight up. You’re greeted by a tall,broad man with dark blonde hair,soft blue eyes and faint freckles that litter all exposed skin.

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Rhett turns the safety of his gun back on and tosses it down. He helps you up off the ground,picking stray pieces of dry grass out of your hair. “You a’right?” Rhett asks,oddly concerned “Yeah…” you flush as you adjust your now scuffed cotton dress. You push your small satchel of animal bones behind your back. Being raised in Hunting,Rhett notices everything. “What’s that.” Rhett questions,tilting his head to the side. You sway back and forth on your feet,transferring your weight,debating on answering honestly. “Oh,just berries” You lie. “Bullshit.” Rhett snorts. He caught you way faster than you thought. You hesitate as you now fiddle with your nails,still debating on answering truthfully. You had to leave your last home because of this macabre interest,your Pa wouldnt be pleased to have to leave again just after he got settled. “…Animal bones…” you mumble. Rhett cocks his brow “Animal bones? A carcass or just bones?” You glance up slightly than back down “Just bones…” Rhett smirks softly. “Pretty macabre for someone who looks like Bambi.” You flush a darker shade of red as you pick up your satchel. Rhett grabs his gun and tucks it on his shoulder. “Cmon. Let’s get you inside.”

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After a few minutes of riding in the old truck,listening to the faint hum of the engine and letting the warm summer breeze flow through your hair,you and Rhett arrive at his families home,a small single story farm house. You slide out from your seat and land on the concrete driveway. A small farm cat rubs its spine against your calf as you bend down to stroke it. Rhett approaches from behind and softly tugs you braid once “Cmon Bambi,inside” You hop up from your squatting position and follow him inside.

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Rhett slowly pours hot water into a mug and dunks in a tea bag before putting some sugar than sliding it infront of you. He sits cross-legged on the ground with a first aid kit. He moves your leg infront of him as he takes a small alcohol wipe to the small pinprick cuts on your leg. “This might sting a bit…” Rhett says as he rubs your ankle and continues to clean the small cuts. He softly praises you as you manage to hold still. “Hope you don’t mind Hello Kitty. These’re for my niece usually…” Rhett says as he puts Sanrio bandaids on the cuts on your legs. You can’t help but smile at the cute designs. His calloused hand softly trails over your slightly stubbly legs,placing band-aid after band-aid as you sip on your tea,enjoying how it coats your throat in warmth. Once we finishes,he tosses the blood-soiled tights you wore in the washing machine. He grabs a now cold pot of coffee and pours himself a glass. “How do you like your coffee?” You ask,trying to make polite conversation. “Black.” Rhett responds as he nurses his mug. You glance over the lip of the mug and and stifle a giggle “Black? That’s crude oil.” Rhett snorts and shakes his head “You have an attitude Bambi,would’ve never thought you did” He sets his mug down and crosses his arms as he leans back in his chair “Guess I shouldn’t be callin a lady like yourself Bambi,what’s your name?” Rhett asks and you mumble your name in response. Rhett repeats it back to and smiles “Rolls off the tongue well. Suits you too.” He says “I’m Rhett. Probably know my dad Royal,he sells beef in town.” You nod softly and finish your mug of tea. You glance around the outdated kitchen,dark shiplap and an old General Electric oven. A rotary phone rests on the wall. You softly point to it. “Can I call my Pa real quick?” Rhett nods as you walk over to the phone and pick it up,quickly dialing your father’s number and making up a lie that you had to go out and buy stuff for a sewing project and are now at a friends house. Rhett’s eyes trail over your body,it’s littered with freckles from hours spent in the sun and a seemingly permanent flush on your shoulders. He smirks as he listens to the little white lie that you spout to your father. Once you hang up, he picks up his mug again and utters “Sweet Bambi girl! Can’t believe you lied to your poor old man like that!” He coos,teasing you. You glance away from him and at the clock. Rhett follows your eyesight and glances at the time. “10 pm…is that past your bedtime,sweet girl?” He teases as he cleans the mugs. Once he’s done he leads you down a hallway and to a guest room. “Bathrooms to your left,my room is the last door on the right,if you need anything” You nod softly as you strip down into your thin white cotton undershirt and panties. You crawl between the dated quilts. “Night Rhett…” you coo softly,Rhett stands at the half open door. “Night Bambi girl…” he mumbles before closing the door,letting the quiet darkness engulf you.

[theultimatesandwich]

Made the decision to watch the presidential debate tonight. Making a live list of some of my takeaways

Trump is a good speaker but damn he's spouting a lot of bullshit

Biden is doing good staying on topic (for the most part) and telling the relative truth but this man can barely public speak it's a little hard to watch (give him some water please)

Trump supports giving Roe v Wade to the states and on allowing abortions in the event of rape or health concern for the mother (but still defends getting rid of RvW in favor of getting it to the states); Biden wants to ensure abortion rights for everyone regardless

Trump is so focused on bashing Biden and fearmongering that he's avoiding answering the debate questions

Trump is very anti-Palestine, Biden is in favor of supporting Israel and trying to establish peace in the Middle East (unclear if he would support the Palestinian state as an existing country)

Damn ok Trump is still avoiding the debate questions this is getting hard to watch

January 6th oo boi I need alcohol for this

Gonna have to fact check so much of Trumps BS after this can't wait to read the news tomorrow

CONVICTED FELON MENTION BY BIDEN

CONVICTED FELON MENTION OF THE MODERATOR

And also convicted felon mention of Hunter Biden yep knew that would come up

Trump says the system is rigged and he did nothing wrong regarding his conviction yet also says the system was right with convicting Hunter Biden.....the hypocrisy I swear

There's gonna be so many memes after this debate I can't wait

Annnnd Trump avoiding the topic again claiming the Charlottesville story is faked (again can't wait for the fact check to come out after this)

Oh good a break good thing they did I think I'm getting a migraine

Weird they're running political ads during the debate feel like I should just be watching my silly local car commercials

And ANOTHER instance of Trump avoiding the debate question to rebute Biden like dude just stay on topic god damn

Alright I'm caving it's alcohol time

Finally getting to the question yayyyyyy

Yes Joe call him outtt

I should just have the dictionary definition of Fearmongering printed out or at least displayed on the screen every time ole Donny opens his mouth

Biden wants the wealthy to pay their damn taxes

Do Americans have better healthcare coverage right now??? I mean the whole system is just a mess Idk if you can claim that right now Joe

(Side note pleaseee let them talk about student debt)

I should do a shot every time Trump avoids the question and starts his statement by bashing his opponent

I stopped watching the Shibuya Incident arc of JJK to turn on this debate and somehow this is more upsetting

"We have the finest military in the world" ok Biden weird flex but ok

I thought this question was about childcare why are we talking about the military

I'm not going into work tomorrow maybe I should switch from a seltzer to wine. Or rum. Or straight vodka. Unlike American politics I have options

TRUMP AVOIDED THE QUESTION AGAIN SHOT TIME

You went from addiction to immigration again Don I'll send ya some neuroscience papers to read educate yourself before you speak

Spilling tea on both candidates now

Yes Biden you are old try and assuage the concerns you're going to keel over in office instead of talking about computer chip jobs

Yes Trump you are old thank you at least for answering a question for once this debate (but laughing at how he's talking about golf that's not as big a flex as you think)

"I'm happy to play golf if you can carry your own bag" Is Joe Biden trying to settle this debate on the golf course? Is this a high school sports movie?????

I thought these mics were supposed to be muted why are they all talking over each other I thought we could avoid this

Classic politics can't answer a yes or no question

Yes Joe drag himmmm there was no evidence the election was faked

Another break???? Alrighty

Closing statements??? It's almost over????

Biden: tax the rich if you make over 400k to solve inflation and debt and social security, Trump wants to tax you more, handle lead pipes and health issues and lower inflation

Trump: bashes Biden and blames him for all the conflict in Ukraine, Palestine, and USA; more military, more tax cuts, claiming he helped make more jobs or his policys made the jobs in Bidens administration, pro-veteran

Debate analysis time? I thought we were done

Ok I'm going to cut my notes here. My thoughts overall: thought Biden had good points but I'm not super convinced of his mental state for another 4 years. Hopefully he surrounds himself with competent people who can help him get work done. Thought Trump was a good speaker but that's terrifying, considering most of what he was saying was incorrect or avoidant of the question being asked. Wish the moderators had questions about student debt and made the candidates address the questions instead of just the repetitive asking. I did like the choice to have no audience and mics that silenced between candidates (surprised that hasn't been a thing longer)

Anyways form your own opinions, but please go vote and make your voice heard. Have a good night yall

Edit: caught a little of the analysis and thought this quote was darkly hilarious and perfectly summizes American politics right now:

"The most meaningful exchange between the candidates was about their golf swing"

[whorekneecentral]

"show me just how much you missed me." + dbf!mark after reader dumps her “little boyfriend” from prev drabble

you’re evil. // prompt: "show me just how much you missed me." //  part one 

He haunts you. 

His touch, his smell, the feeling of his hands on you, his body against yours. 

You didn’t want for things, you were a very content person but something about this man, you couldn’t shake the thought of him. 

There was only one thing to do and you did just that; car keys in hand as you quietly made your way down the stairs and out the front door. The drive was short and you had mixed feelings, unsure if you should be going but when you pulled into the driveway, it was too late to turn back because Mark’s name popped up on your phone screen.  

The phone was on speaker when you answered. “Hello?” 

“Are you in my driveway?” He asks, straight to the point. 

“..Yes.” 

“Come in then,” he hangs up and you’ve got no choice but to get out of the car and go in. He opens the door for you, letting you step inside. 

You hadn't even changed; showing up at this door in pjs shorts and an old t-shirt. 

Mark shuts the door behind you, gesturing for you to walk to the kitchen. You had been to his place a few times before so you knew the lay out well, even in the dark. You leant on the counter, watching as he flipped on the light and went about filling the kettle. 

“Would you like some tea?” He asks, reaching for a mug. 

“No,” you tell him and he nods, “so what brings you to my house..” he glances at the time on the stove. “At 2:30 in the morning?” 

You shrug, and Mark pull a face. “Darling, I know you know why you’re here. You’re a smart girl.” 

“I missed you,” you mumbled, looking down at the floor. 

Mark was quiet, you looked over to see what he was doing. He was currently pouring water into the mug, dropping the tea bag into it. He lets it steep for a moment before walking over to you. 

His hands cup your jaw, pulling you to look at him. “You missed me?” 

“I did.” 

“Where’s your little boyfriend?”

You shrug. “Don’t know. Haven’t heard from him.” 

There's a smile on his face, “you really missed me, sweet girl?” He watches you nod and he pulls you flush against him. 

Mark lets you kiss him, turning you two so he was leaning on the counter. He watches as you sink down onto your knees. He knows what you want and shifts, his boxers off as you raise yourself up to be equal with his lap.

He watched as you took him in your mouth, all at once. “Fuck,” he groans, his head tipping back a bit. 

“Take it so well, don’t you? Gonna show me just how much you missed me." Mark pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail. 

You glance up at the man, mascara smudged from the tears in your eyes, your lips wrapped around his cock; you were a sight to see.

Your cheeks hollow, “fuck- honey, come on.” Mark pulls you up, “wanna cum in you.”

“That was in me,” you tease, getting back up.

Mark rolls his eyes, turning you so you were bent over the counter. “Don’t give me attitude.” 

“Why not?” You spat. 

His hand smacks your ass, the force pushing you into the counter; the cold marble digging into your hips. “I’ll send you home all needy, don’t test me.” 

“You know I love testing you, daddy.” 

[sunshinebingo]

@gwynweekofficial Day 6 - Future

Follow Gwyn, Azriel and their twins on a Friday afternoon.

A/N: A while ago I posted A Morning at the Berdara Household and since it's Gwyn Week (and Gwynriel owns my heart) I thought why not do another 🤷. If you haven't read the first one, the twins are 3 years old. I hope you enjoy!

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16.26 pm

Gwyn opens the door. But before she can even put one foot inside, two little kids run past her and enter the house first. ‘’Aren’t you forgetting something?’’ she asks her twins. And four little feet walk back towards the door again. Catrin and Eliot remove their dirty shoes and put them on the shoe rack next to the door before sprinting straight into the kitchen in their socks.

‘’Stop running,’’ Gwyn shouts.

Gwyn shakes her head when none of them listens. She wonders how they can have so much energy left after a long day at school. Well, the nap they have there a few hours after their lunch certainly helps. If only adults could have nap time at work as well.

Gwyn removes her own boots and follows her children in the kitchen. It is the same thing almost every day; Catrin and Eliot go to school from 9.00 am to 14.30 pm. After that, someone picks them up and takes them to Feyre’s painting studio where they spend more time with their friends. Then either their mom or dad picks them up at 16.00 pm. Today it was Gwyn’s turn since she only had training with the Valkyries. Today they have even walked in Velaris for a while before heading home.

‘’Mommy mommy look,’’ Catrin exclaims excitedly, waving the empty bowl that she has taken out of her bag at her mother. ‘’I ate all my sanwish.’’

‘’Good job sweetie.’’ Gwyn leans down to place a kiss on the little girl’s messy hair. The pigtail braids that she had on this morning are completely disheveled and she seems to have lost one of the bows that were in her hair. Knowing her, Catrin has either lost it while playing, or has given it to one of her friends.

Eli, who is struggling to get his water bottle out of his backpack, is in no better state than his sister. He has white paint in his red hair, and his blue shirt has traces of coloured pen in random places, even on his back. Gwyn sighs at the sight, knowing that it will be a struggle to get the stains out.

16.35 pm

After their lunch boxes are out of their bags and in the sink, the twins sit down at the kitchen table and wait for their afternoon snacks. ‘’What did you do at school today?’’ Gwyn asks as she pours milk in two glasses.

‘’I made a cloud like this,’’ Eli opens his hand as far they could reach to show how big the cloud was. That explains the white paint. Gwyn places their milk on the table before them along with some cookies.

‘’Cat hit Penny at school.’’

Gwyn’s butt freezes midway to her chair.

‘’HEEY,’’ Catrin pinches her brother, her face turning into a pout.

‘’Catrin, what did we say about hitting your friends?’’ her mother scolds.

‘’She is not my fwiend,’’ the pout on Catrin’s face is now a full on scowl.

‘’Catrin,’’ Gwyn scolds her again louder this time. Catrin’s wings droop behind her and she slides down a little on her chair, covering her face with her glass. Eli, not feeling concerned at all, just stuffs his face with cookies.

‘’I’m sowry,’’ Cat mumbles behind her glass.

Gwyn finally sits down with her own cup of tea and listens to the rest of her twins’ day at school.

17.05 pm

Gwyn only has the time to get out of her sweaty Illyrian leathers before the twins are banging at the door of her bedroom to ask her to play with them. She quickly slips into some comfy sweatpants and one her mate’s t-shirt and follows them to their room.

Once there, Eli sits on floor with his colouring book and Cat decides that her mom’s hair is more interesting than all of her toys. So Gwyn sits on the bed while her daughter stands behind her, pulling and tugging her long hair in every direction.

‘’Eli stop drawing on the floor,’’ Gwyn warns him.

17.30 pm

Gwyn and the twins have moved from the kids’ bedroom to the living room. Cat and Eli have decided to play hide and seek behind the furnitures, both screaming and giggling so loudly when they find the other that they could probably be heard from the House of Wind.

It is Friday which means family dinner at the River House. And since there is no need to prepare dinner for tonight, Gwyn lies down on the couch with a book while keeping an eye on her children.

‘’I win,’’ Eli laughs after he spots Catrin behind a curtain. It would not be as easy for Eli to win every time if Cat remembers to also hide her wings.

17.54 pm

‘’Daddy is back.’’

‘’Mommy look, it’s daddy.’’

Azriel hears the laughs of his twins even before he lands on their front lawn. And the screams of excitement start as soon as he does. Cat and Eli stand at the window with their faces glued to it, jumping up and down excitedly. Eager to see them too, Azriel quickly walks to the door.  One second is all it takes before both of his kids throw themselves at him. Eli latches onto his leg and Catrin flaps her wings as much as she can to reach him. Azriel catches her midflight and Cat immediately buries her face in her father's shoulder.

When he walks into the living room, Azriel is greeted with the sight of his mate smiling brightly at him from the couch. Gwyn’s hair has plenty of messy little braids with butterfly clips and colourful bows. It seems that Cat is getting better at doing braids. With one kid clinging to his neck, the other to his leg, and both of them telling him so many things at the same time that he can’t clearly make out a single one, Azriel walks to his mate and bends down to kiss her.

18.00 pm

Azriel lies on the couch with his head on his mate’s lap and his twins sitting right on top of him, both playing with his hands. He snorts when he hears the story of Catrin’s incident at school. Gwyn stops running her hand through his hair and glares down at him, warning him not to laugh. Of course he finds this funny. But Gwyn is right. As always. This behavior should stop before the other parents start to complain. Not that many of them would dare to complain about the kids of a Shadowsinger and a Valkyrie.

18.20 pm

Azriel helps Eli picks his clothes for the evening while Gwyn takes care of Catrin in the bathroom. Tonight, he settles for a pair of black pants and a sweater.

When Gwyn comes into the room with Cat, Azriel and Eli leave the room for the girls to get ready. Azriel picks up his son and brings him to the bathroom where most of the time in the bathtub is spent scrubbing all the paint off of Eli’s hair.

‘’Eli don’t drink that,’’ Azriel says when the boy scoops the bath water into his mouth.

18.35 pm

Azriel leaves Eli with Gwyn when she finishes with Catrin’s hair. Getting him ready is much quicker than dealing with his sister. Cat has taken ages to decide how she wants to wear her hair before settling on a ponytail with a hair tie that matches her skirt.

18.50 pm

Once Eli is dressed and Azriel is ready, Gwyn leaves the twins with her mate and goes to her room to get ready. While Azriel spends some time alone with them, Gwyn takes the time to take care of herself. She wears fighting leathers and her hair in a braid almost every day because of training and missions. So tonight, she decides to spend some extra time on her appearance.

19.20 pm

‘’Mommy,’’ a little voice calls on the other side. Before she can answer, the door opens and Catrin walks in. When her daughter stops beside her, Gwyn picks her up and places her on her lap before the vanity.

‘’Mommy?’’

‘’Yes, love.’’

‘’Can I have some,’’ Cat asks, pointing at the lipstick on her mother’s lips. Gwyn smiles at the way her daughter looks at her with her big teal eyes that are so similar to hers. She leans down and presses her lips against Catrin’s in a loud smooch that makes the little girl giggle.

‘’Here,’’ Gwyn says, turning Cat towards the mirror. Her daughter gasps and her face breaks into the widest smile at the faint trace of colour on her lips.

19.30 pm

‘’No sweets before dinner baby.’’ Eli pouts when Azriel refuses to give him a candy. ‘’What is your mother doing?’’ he asks and his son shrugs like he doesn't care.

Before Azriel can call for his mate, she walks into the kitchen with Cat. ‘’I’m ready.’’ Azriel gapes at her for a moment. She wears a simple green dress but one that hugs her body to perfection. Combined with her long copper hair swiped over one shoulder and her light makeup, Gwyn looks exquisite. Azriel walks to her and kisses her on the cheek. ‘’You look beautiful.’’

Gwyn beams and blushes at the compliment. And that blush, even after years, still does things to him that he cannot mention in front of the kids. The surge of heat that suddenly flows through their bond makes Gwyn blush even harder. She tugs on the bond and Azriel smirks as he understands the promise behind.

‘’Daddy let’s go,’’ Eli complains, pulling on his father’s hand.

Azriel winks at his mate and follows Eli to the door.

19.32 pm

The door is closed, the ward is checked and everyone is ready to go.

‘’Ok let’s g-‘’

‘’Wait,’’ Gwyn interrupts. ‘’Did I lock the door properly?’’

Before Azriel can say anything, Gwyn is already placing Catrin in his other arm and rushing towards the door.

‘’QUICK MOMMY,’’ Cat shouts as if her mother was not just two steps before them.

Gwyn reaches the door, turns the knob and finds that it is properly locked. ‘’At least now I know,’’ she says as she returns to her mate and children.

‘’We can go.’’

Azriel sighs ‘’You sure?’’

‘’YES,’’ Eli says so loudly that Azriel winces at the assault on his ear. Eli stretches his arms towards Gwyn who then takes her son in her arms. Catrin wraps her arms tightly around her father’s neck once Eli is passed on to their mother. Then Azriel laces his fingers through Gwyn’s and winnows them all to the River House.