#m and i love eating it's an integral part of us

[eschynite]

I've been thinking about my negative judgment of picky eaters the past few days and feel like it's really irrational and unfair. I draw arbitrary lines for when it makes sense to be picky vs. when it doesn't when the reality is that I can never really know what someone else's experience is and I can't accurately gage the validity of anyone's feelings. does that make sense? however I do want to mention that I think a lot of people "don't like vegetables" bc their parents never prepared them properly or seasoned them well

[creative-crybaby]

Trifle

PAIRING: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

GENRE: crack? crack. | smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: fingering, oral (m receiving), praise kink, dacryphilia (?), cum eating, squirting

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

SUMMARY: Two things can be true at the same time. Does Gojo make you want to hit him upside the head with a frying pan, should his Infinity allow it? Yes. Does he also know how to make your ovaries explode with his fingers alone? Also yes.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Heeeeyyyy~ yes it's been several months without a fic and this comes out under 2k words buuuuuutttt~ u get bitchass!Gojo (we love him)

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You’re going to kill him. 

He’s a walking, talking headache. Questioning your teaching methods for your students, eating your sweets even though you’ve labelled them (it’s right there!), swooping into your missions like he’s saving the day. Those are just a few of the many examples, but he does it all on purpose, you’re sure of it. 

So to be sitting between his long legs with his slender fingers knuckle-deep into your sopping cunt feels like a blow to your integrity and pride. 

Especially since he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“So,” Gojo drawls, pausing his ministrations between your trembling thighs, “how many orgasms was that?”

Your face is boiling. From rage or embarrassment, you can’t decide. “Fuck you.”

The sorcerer hums at your crude remark before slipping his digits out of your pussy, holding his hand a foot away from your face to catch your essence blanketing his skin. 

“Patience, patience.” His easy-going tone makes you want to jab your elbow into his stomach. “Jeez, someone’s eager. You finally warming up to me, Princess?”

And that damn nickname. Either Gojo genuinely doesn’t know how much you hate it, or he’s just trying to push your buttons some more. With the clueless grins he’d offer as he’d call you that, you’d assume the former. But with his explanation for calling you that being that you always stick your nose up at him, you don’t think he deserves any benefit of the doubt. 

You hate that nickname, yet you find yourself clenching around nothing just from hearing those familiar syllables. 

His first question came out like he was asking for the time, yet with the number of times he’s made you see galaxies, you ought to be grateful that his tone holds no cockiness. No, actually, you might prefer that instead—how dare he handle this victory with grace and nonchalance?

“This doesn’t even make us friends,” you manage to stammer through gritted teeth. Your glare remains on his hand, still drenched before you, though your frustration lies more down south than anywhere else. 

You can hear the taunting frown in the sorcerer’s voice. “Guess you won’t care for this anymore, then.”

His arm, responsible for putting you in your puddle-like state, slowly retracts, and you can feel the sorcerer take his time raising from his seated position. 

Now he’s finally giving you the space you always wanted from him, yet you surprise yourself by grabbing him by the wrist. You let go as soon as you recognize your action, but the deed has already been done. 

An overly enthusiastic gasp. “You do like me!”

“Oh, my God—If I say yes, will you just finish the job already?” you groan. 

Gojo plops back to his seating position behind you, nestling his chin onto your shoulder as he teases his hand to return between your thighs. His warm breath fans your cheek while his lips graze your earlobe. Miniscule actions that have your body heating up. Intentional on his part, most likely, though you refuse to give him any more ammo against you. 

A heavy sigh. The feigned disappointment in his tone has your brows furrowing so intensely that you worry you might pop a vein. 

“No gratitude for the hand that feeds you, huh?” The special-grade sorcerer nuzzles into your neck, his woe-is-me attitude soon replaced with a blinding grin and boyish giggle. “Oh, but you know I can’t be mad at you for long!”

Long and slender fingers bury themselves in your weeping cunt before you process his mood swings. A trembling moan slips from your mouth as his skilled ministrations resume, your sweet spot welcoming the familiar touch. His speed and rhythm return as if he never paused, further turning your brain to mush as your thighs tremble. Gojo chuckles childishly once more, the charming melody syncing with the embarrassingly loud squelching of your soaking pussy. 

Multiple orgasms later, and you ask for more. The heat from the situation must be melting your sense of reason because you can’t tell if you’re greedy or just plain stupid. 

“You crying?” Gojo’s voice carries its usual teasing lilt, the one he has specifically for you. You don’t even realize how the fresh tears glaze your vision—as if he didn’t already have enough fuel for the fire.

But you bite your tongue. You bite your tongue because there’s no convincing anyone that he’s crazy and seeing things and the last thing you need is for him to stall some more when you’re already sososo close to the edge.

A slight change in angle. It does the trick, his fingers still bullying that one spot while his palm brushes against your throbbing clit with just as much vigour. Your body tenses, a choked sob escaping your glossy lips as your orgasm hits you like a tsunami. Warm liquid follows soon after, the blue-eyed sorcerer’s movements refusing to halt and making lewd splashing sounds in the process. 

Even once everything simmers down, the impact decides to remain a bit longer. With a heaving chest and stuttering hips, the room stops spinning, slowly but surely.

A low whistle. “If you had to pee, you could have just said so.”

“Why are you like this?”

Gojo hums before slipping his fingers out of your pussy, earning him a slightly pained whimper from you. He stands back up as you wipe away the evidence of your crying, peering up at him when his shadow blankets you. His towering frame never fails to catch you off-guard, but what currently has your attention is the Special Grade sorcerer sucking his digits clean of your juices, a satisfied mewl coming straight from his throat.

“Welp,” he stretches his arms above his head, “we still have a bit of time left before we have that meeting with good ol’ Principal Yaga, so,” the sound of a zipper reaches your ears, and it's only a few seconds later that he pulls out his cock—long, stiff and painfully ready, “why not return the favour?” 

You’re too fucked out to argue against him. That’s the reasoning you’d think of using should he confront you about your willingness to comply. You can’t help it if you’re losing the staring contest against his cock, saliva pooling on your tongue as he taps his vermillion tip against your cheek.

Your lips part as your eyes flutter closed, unable to bear to look at the Special Grade sorcerer as you take him down your throat, inch by inch. The gagging sound that erupts from your throat halfway through makes your brows furrow, and you can only hope the man above you doesn’t comment. With clenched fists sitting on your lap, you further shield your sight with screwed-shut lids as you push yourself to take more, using your tongue for good measure.

A shuddered sigh leaves Gojo’s soft lips when you tease one of his veins. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

You moan in response, feeling bold enough to create a steady pace to bob your head. Whatever you couldn’t reach, your hand took care of, a part of your brain urging you to squeeze him just a bit harder. His responses only grow louder, his groaning and panting setting your face on fire.

“You’re so good at this,” he rasps, his large hand finding the top of your head. Despite his gentle touch, you furrow your brows at the contact. “Too good…” You don’t expect him to slip himself out of your mouth, holding his base away from your mouth and making you finally look up at him. Gojo tilts his head to the side. “You’ve done this before?”

You'd have thought he was teasing if it weren’t for the pout on his lips. You look at him for a moment with an incredulous expression.

“What are you talking about?” You swat his hand out of your hair. “You seriously think being with anyone outside our line of work would be easy?” The male sorcerer’s gaze carries hope at your words, a noticeable shine in those cerulean blues that make your heart stutter. Unsure of what to do next, you continue the lost momentum by pumping his pulsing cock in your hand. “I’m stuck with you, Gojo.”

You figure his shuddered gasp is from your returning touch, especially with the combination of pinched brows, quivering lips and heavy blush on his cheeks and ears. But his large hand on top of yours–the one doing all the work–tells another story.

“You really do like me, Princess!” The sorcerer exclaims, his voice wavering halfway. 

At this point, you don’t care to dissect whether or not he’s pushing your buttons. Even at a time like this….

“I meant I’m settling for you,” you grumble, ignoring how his hand practically devours yours. You manage to retract your hold from his. “Don’t make me bite you.”

Gojo giggles at your threat, his bottom lip slipping between his teeth when you plop his dick back in your mouth. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Without warning, you graze his shaft with your teeth the more you take him in your mouth. Not enough to hurt, but enough to send a message, if your irritated expression wasn’t already doing the job. 

Although, you suppose it is your fault for not taking him seriously either. Your actions earn you a whimper from the Special Grade sorcerer. Not a second later, he has his head thrown back as he pours his load down your throat. Your eyes widen at the overpowering taste, doing what you can to swallow every drop without choking. Even through his orgasm, you find yourself thinking about how he ought to cut down on the sweets. 

You’re quick to pull back for air once Gojo comes down from his high, sputtering in your hand as he sighs happily. 

“Told ya,” he muses, tucking himself back in. You wipe your mouth, glaring at him from your spot on the floor. 

“Whatever,” you grunt, putting your clothes back on before attempting to stand. If he notices your legs still wobbling, he thankfully doesn’t comment. “Let’s just hurry and get to that meeting before Yaga gets mad.”

Gojo hums with a tilt of his head as he watches you dusting off your pants.

“Oh, yeah!” He drops his fist into his palm. You throw a wary look his way when he grins. “We’ve been late this whole time, actually.”

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[grounded-parasocial]

Wille’s Month 2024-

prompt 14- Mental Health

As mental health is kinda my thing, I thought I would gather some fanfiction recommendations where Wille’s mental health is integral to the story as well as beautifully represented. One of the thing I really enjoy about YR fans and writers (or the little bubble I have curated for myself) is the way everyone validates, supports and makes space for mental health.

Everyone’s mental health journey is personal and I feel that truth in our writers stories, in how they embody Wille and Simon, and sometimes, I think I can even hear their therapist’s voices whispering from in between the lines. Even knowing not everyone is writing from personal experience, I still can’t help but feel grateful for the way writers make us feel and understand their struggles with constant care and compassion.

Because its Wille’s Month, I have tried to give suggestions where Wille’s MH is at the forefront or equally present and some variation in presentation - depression, body dismorphia, trauma/ptsd, ocd, substance abuse, autism, suicide, self-harm, burn-out, disordered eating and grief. Please mind the tags in each story.

There are also so many stunning depictions where Simon’s struggle is the louder voice, and it absolutely pains me not to include some of those here, but if people are interested, I would be happy to share Simon’s list too.

And that’s how we make history, baby @waybeforeyourtime (T, WIP 82K)

Yours to Keep -Series by fitz_y (T/E, 165K)

Känsla by despassurlaneige (E, 202K)

True Colors by DemiLune13 (M, 97K)

Wear Your Independence like a crown @earlgrey-lateatnight (T, WIP 22K)

Obviously @grapehyasynth (M, 124K) both

I don’t feel like our love is brand new @prince-simon (E, WIP 395K)

There are Many Names in History @prplewille by aqua_rius (E, 68K)

The road not taken looks real good now @stretchoutfics (E, 90K)

Almost is Never Enough @in-amor-veritas (E, WIP 202K)

You Don’t Have to Hurt Anymore by wilmonxoxo (G, 210K)

I would drive on (to the end with you) @glassdollls (unrated, WIP 118K)

-also take a deep breath and chase it with mine (T, 4K)

I’m Losing By Your Side @unfortunate17 (M, 10K)

Terrified the present will not last by FakeButILikeYou (T, 5K)

Where we left off @gulliblelemon (T, 84K)

Finding Home @ishotforthestars by Elin98 (G, WIP 19K)

the human eye is god’s loneliest creation @prplewille by aqua_rius (M, WIP 32K)

just a feeling, falling in repeat @ungaroyals part of the Rewrite the Stars Series (T, 6K)

Right where you left me by YourDemiurge (M, 28K)

Freedom, Drafted @putnamcapital (T, 28K)

Sending my love, admiration and gratitude to all our brave yr writers!! 💜

Be kind to yourself and be kind to one another!

*its a community so please add any additions I may have missed

*please check-out all the reblogs for additional suggestions!!!

[xoxobuckybarnes]

February 2024 Stucky Fics

Completed

Keystrokes and Music Notes (Rated: M, Words: 32K) by goblininawig / @goblininawig

Summary: Bucky is paying Steve for help tracking down his stalker. Nothing happens until something happens: Steve falls in love.

Mr. Brick Wall & Mr. Overshare (Rated: T, Words: 7K) by LilyElk13

Summary: Based on the Tumblr post that's like "half of college professors are like 'you can know nothing about me except my name' and the other half are like 'and that's why my wife left me! anyway what's up with y'all'" and the response "There were two professors like this in my department and I was one of like 20 people who was taught by both of them so there was a very small gang of us who knew that Professor Brick Wall and Professor Overshare were married with two kids." except in this it's high school teachers instead of college :)

A Company Man (Rated: E, Words: 75K) by mambo / @whtaft

Summary: It’s the way that Bucky smiles at Steve from across his desk. No, it’s the way that Bucky’s hand brushes Steve’s as they stand side by side in an elevator not crowded enough to justify their closeness. Or maybe it’s the whispered conversations every Saturday night, the way Bucky saves Steve’s number under a different name in his phone. No matter what it is, the truth is the same: Steve Rogers is in love with Bucky Barnes, a married man.

Rock You Like a Hurricane (Rated: E, Words: 112K) by CelticCross

Summary: Bucky Barnes is an author, he's written many books in his Winter Soldier series, starring Lloyd Hansen and Nick Fowler. He hasn't written a word worth writing in the past three months and his agent, Sam Wilson, forces him to take a break. Sam books him a rental beach house in a place called Plum Cove in Mass for three months, hoping to break him out of his writer's block. The owner, Steve Rogers, retired Plum Cove Police Captain, landlord and part time surfer is surprised to get such a lengthy off season booking but takes it anyway. He doesn't expect to spend a lot of time with the person renting his house, but then he wasn't expecting the storm to be that fierce.

Closing Time (Rated: M, Words: 10K) by RecoveringTheSatellites / @thisonesatellite & art by maichan /@maichan808

Summary: Steve works in a Brooklyn dive bar. A tall, guarded guy comes in to drink at regular intervals. He always sits in the back corner. Steve leaves him alone. He looks like a guy who deserves some peace and quiet. He does find out the stranger's name is Bucky. Finds out what he likes to drink. And little by little, conversation happens. Connection happens. Until one day a cock-flock of dudebros comes in (i made up cock-flock, but really, is that not their collective term) and the heckling goes up to eleven once they’re good and drunk. Bucky gets asked to take it outside. Steve will have none of that, thankyouverymuch. . A tale of love and hope in unlikely places, sprinkled with a bit of PTSD, and the occasional sarcastic quip.

Use Your Agency (Rated: E, Words: 15K) by romanticalgirl

Summary: Bucky is given the assignment (punishment) of being the agent whose job it is to integrate the newly-thawed Captain America into life in a new century. Only maybe it's not so bad. Because Bucky ends up dealing with Steve Rogers, who is nothing like the Captain America in Bucky's history books. From coming out of the ice through AoU.

Stay with Me (Rated: E, Words: 79K) by maikurosaki / @allegra-dreams

Summary: When Bucky Barnes accompanies his family to a ceremony dedicated to George Barnes' activity, he expects free food and drinks, the occasional boring speech, and watching his dad blush furiously as he gets to finally meet his childhood hero. What he doesn't expect is saving Captain America's life and getting shot in the process. What follows is a slow road to recovery, eating hospital food (still disgusting), making new friends (Avengers!!! Seriously, the Avengers!) and pining over Captain America (he won't comment on that). It sounds simple, but it really isn’t!

The Steadfast Soldier (Rated: E, Words: 12K) by danielosbourne

Summary: Bucky returns to Brooklyn to help his sister navigate a family crisis.

twelve twenty-five (Rated: E, Words: 43K) by burning_brighter / @burnin-brighter

Summary: “I have to say,” Winifred says, a mug of cocoa in her hands. “When you say you were bringing someone home, I thought you meant you were bringing a boyfriend. But I’m glad you brought Steve.” “Who says I’m not?” Bucky teases, laughing when Steve lets out an exasperated groan. “You two finally got your respective head out of your respective ass?” asks George, looking at Steve and Bucky intently. “No,” Steve says pointedly, “Bucky just thinks he’s so funny.” - Ever since they met, everyone assumed it was just a matter of time before Steve and Bucky became a thing. Ten years later and it has yet to happen. But when Bucky invites Steve to spend the holidays with him and his family in upstate New York, things start to change.

WIP

Every Me and Every You (Rated: M, Current Words: 38K) by deadto27 / @deadto27

Summary: Bucky Barnes is doing his best. He’s getting by after the blip, after Sam became Captain America, after Steve…well, it’s best he doesn’t think about that. The point is, his life is different now, and he’s trying his best. He just wishes the hollow feeling in his chest would go away.—–Bucky gets blinded by a bright light as the tear seems to implode in on itself and there’s an odd little jolt as the pulling stops, and then Bucky’s blinking, trying to get his vision right again as he loosens his grip on America.“You okay?” he checks, still squinting. He’s probably not blind, he thinks. It just feels like it right now.“I’m okay,” America tells him and he sees her nod shakily as his vision starts to clear, and he carefully lets go of her, seeing that she can support herself, hands pressing onto the floor next to her.“Uh…I don’t think I am,” says another voice, and Bucky turns his head so fast he might give himself whiplash. Because he knows that voice. He knows that voice better than any other voice on the planet and he’s missed that voice, so, so much.

Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) (Rated: E, Current Words: 103K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary

Summary: The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away. How’s that for some consolation on the road? A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky fix-it as part of the all-American road trip, detours included.

[nanomooselet]

Episode Four: Hungry!

Full disclosure, it took me a while to warm up to Wolfwood.

I hadn't read the manga or watched the older adaptation. Didn’t know anything about him except his ridiculous gun and that he was a priest (hence the ridiculous gun, because anime). I couldn't figure out why he was present in the narrative, except... because he was in the manga and older adaption. It seemed a little indulgent; I wanted more time with Meryl. He wasn’t even a priest. Obviously Nick has plenty of homoerotic tension with Vash, but all due respect and sympathy to Vash/Wolfwood shippers, m/m pairings have always left me cold (to be fair, pairings generally do that irrespective of gender. Desire unfulfilled is more my speed).

Sad to say that I still don't ship Vash/Wolfwood, but I did definitely come to understand why people do and why they like the guy. Though am I the only one baffled that Vash gets cast as the virginal princess so often? After this look?

Whew. No wonder Wolfwood looks like he got hit with a two-by-four. Ahem.

This is a very necessary episode that feels maybe too "necessary", like they realised they needed to introduce everything it introduces and didn't leave enough time to integrate it all naturally. It's too tight, and Stampede is already a show so tight it squeaks. Still, I think blowing Wolfwood's cover before the day was out was, if not the only right decision, not a wrong one. Almost immediately this guy comes across as sketchy, half from that he's barely trying to act like he's not (which absolutely sends me; he really hates his job) and half that he's just... an awkward dude, angry and obviously hurt in a way he won’t admit to. And while we know there's more to Vash than his façade, it's hard to tell just how smart he really is, how perceptive, because this is Vash. Meryl is the type to show off her knowledge, because she's young and eager to prove herself. Vash is a creature of endless masks and insurmountable walls. He refuses to, as he sees it, burden anyone else with his thoughts.

So we do exactly what Zazie does in this episode: show Vash something wounded and vulnerable because he'd tear off his own skin if it would make things easier for someone else. Except instead Wolfwood is the one who feels a little too exposed, of course. It's so funny to me how obviously he didn't expect this? And how frustrated when he realises he'll have to drag this self-sacrificial lunatic all the way to July alive without becoming attached. I honestly think he failed in that latter part before they even got shot out of the Worm. Vash is just so loving, and so loveable.

Also, the Worm guys (as I mentally call them) might be my favourite minor characters next to Rosa and her offsiders. They're a hilarious audience to the madness. I’m glad they got so many dinners in one go.

And Zazie - what a great character, one I genuinely think is an improvement over prior incarnations rather than just being different from them. Nail game on point, entirely free of fucks given, and a sterling addition to the cast. I'll talk more about our buggy friend later, and I have more to say about Wolfwood besides that hitting him with the trailer forced me to pause the video until I stopped cackling.

Finally, the closing scene chills me in hindsight for a number of reasons, but what gets me the most is that it's a bookend. At the episode's start, Vash refused to eat. Wolfwood had to convince him to. And it's not that he can't use his Gate, it's that he's decided to keep it closed, so something will have to make him decide to lay bare his power once more.

And somehow, I can't imagine Knives asking nicely.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, June 18

Faith: Finally decided to tie me up, huh? I always knew you weren't really a one-Slayer guy. Angel: I'm sorry about the chains. It's not that I don't trust you... Actually, it *is* that I don't trust you. Faith: The thing with Xander; I know what it looked like, but we were just playing. Angel: And he forgot the safety word. Is that it? Faith: Safety words are for wusses.

~~Buffy Episode #49: "Consequences"~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Tease (Angel/Darla, unrated, multiple xovers) by rhodrymavelyne

Home Is Where the Heart Is (Ensemble, E, SPN xover) by

Quitting Us No More (Buffy/Spike, T) by VeroNyxK84

[Chaptered Fiction]

Highlands and Tropical Islands Ch. 10 (Buffy/Faith, M) by

Three's a Crowd Ch. 4/8 (Jenny/Giles, G) by HAL1500

Devil Inside Ch. 2/? (Buffy/Willow, M) by Xyex

In Case You Haven't Noticed... Ch. 19/? (Buffy/Giles, E) by Sdhuskerfan

Ghostsforge's 21st Century Spangel Challenges 586/? (Spike/Angel, unrated) by Ghostsforge

Casts Shadows Ch. 1/? (Ensemble, T) by arcanedreamer

hit rewind Ch. 60/? (Buffy/Spike, M) by untiljanuary

In the Company of Witches and Slayers: Ch. 71/200 (Willow/Tara, E) by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer)

The Degradation of Duality [Series Part 2], Chapter 4-5 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Ragini

Maclay Down, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Soulburnt

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 114 (Buffy/Spike, T) by the_big_bad

The Devil's Trill, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Murray

Boyfrenemy, Chapter 11-13 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Lady Emma

Morning Stretches, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, E) by CheekyKitten

Carnival , Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Alyot

Indirect Sunlight Only, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, T) by scratchmeout

Bruises, Chapter 23-24 (Buffy/Spike, E) by hulettwyo

Ever After, Chapter 3-6 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Desicat

Love Lives Here, Chapter 77 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Passion4Spike

Something Lost Something Found, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Safire

The Truth Shall Set You Free, Chapter 1–17 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Geliot99

A Piercing Glance, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Girlytek

Smoky Darkness, Take Me, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, M) by bruskiboo

The Slayer's New Hope Ch. 15 (Ensemble, G, SG-1 xover) by Buffyworldbuilder

Old Fashioned Romance Ch. 11 (Xander, E, MCU xover) by calikocat

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork:End of the World: Zippo Photo shoot (Buffy/Spike) by Dynamite

Artwork:Dexter: Devil's Dance illustration (Faith) by DJSpaceInvader

Artwork:ChiBangel #15 (Buffy/Angel) by MamaBewear

Artwork:Spike & Riley by margueritedaisies

Manip:Much Ado About Xander () by revello-drive-1630

Manip:Cheerleader () by revello-drive-1630

Video: Angel & Cordelia | Let Her Go by Jordan McLaren

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Laws Of Love - Chapter 3: Trick Or Treat Me

Fandom: Jericho.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Bill Koehler x Female Reader.

Type: 5-chapter fanfiction.

Summary: Having to deal with the end of the world is not easy. But it gets even worse when you also have to start dealing with your own feelings. Bill Koehler’s life takes a changing turn when a newcomer arrives in Jericho, and he soon comes to realize the day she walked into his home also marked the day the bomb in his heart went off.

Chronology: Season 1.

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A series of knocks on my bedroom door woke me up, making me pull on the sheets and bury my face in them.

"Five more minutes..." I weakly let out.

"The town can't wait five more minutes, [Y/N]." The masculine voice replied from the other side.

I sighed and kept my eyes closed for a few more seconds, before kicking the sheets away with a yawn. I sat on the bed and sleepily rubbed my eyes; it had now been around two weeks since I had started to work as a deputy alongside Bill, following his daily schedule, and that meant waking up early, at the same time as him. During these past couple of weeks, the town's situation had degraded, and the police force had been overwhelmed with complaints since the EMP had hit: it ranged from everyday trespassing to that one time we had to fix the broken water main on Ash Street that flooded a property. But despite all the work it required, I was glad to have integrated the force, to be able to help the town rebuild itself, especially with someone such as Bill by my side to help me.

I got up and walked to my door while half-asleep, still in my pajamas; stepping out into the hallway, I saw him walk out of the bathroom, looking just as sleepy as me. Taking a sidelong glance at him, I could not help but pick up on his sleepwear; at first, it was weird for me to see him without his uniform, but I came to get used to it over time. I had always believed in this myth that one never gets to see policemen without their uniforms, since they represent this figure of authority and power. But seeing Bill in a plain t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants took all of that away, and instead made him look soft.

Just as was I getting lost in thought, I saw him yawn and turn his head to me.

"Good morning." He greeted me with a smile.

"Good morning." I replied as I felt myself blush.

I waited for him to go back into his bedroom to make my way to the bathroom, after which I closed the door behind me. Since I had become an unofficial deputy, Bill and I had developed a common morning routine, which mainly consisted in me copying his. But as much as I enjoyed adopting his lifestyle, I could not ignore the fact it had been over two weeks since I had been living with him in his house, although it was originally supposed to be temporary, only until he would find me a truly suitable place to stay. I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head as a part of me felt dumb.

I should have expected this case scenario to happen, considering how busy he's been lately, even more since Mitchell Cafferty has come back in town and caused a ruckus.

Pouring water into the palms of my hands I had cupped together, I washed my face, feeling the cold water waking me up.

I'm sure I must be bothering him at times... But he probably just never tells me about it.

I grabbed a towel hung on the wall and gently dabbed it on my face.

... I'll bring up the subject again with him when both of us will have time to talk about it, I told myself while staring at my reflection with determination.

Walking out of the bathroom, I made my way downstairs and joined Bill in the kitchen, who had already started to eat his breakfast. Pouring myself a bowl of cereal, I sat down in front of him and was about to bring the spoon up to my mouth when yet another yawn escaped my lips.

"Still feeling sleepy?" He asked with a chuckle.

"I suppose so." I replied, slightly embarrassed.

"Well, today's your lucky day to feel tired. Since the town will be busy preparing to celebrate Halloween, the workflow at the police station should be slightly calmer and easier to handle than usual."

I suddenly stopped eating and looked at him with surprise.

"I had completely forgotten today was Halloween..."

Hearing the news, a part of me began to feel excited; I had stopped counting how many years I had not had the chance to celebrate it, and spending it with the people of Jericho sounded like a good plan to me. With that thought in mind, I finished my breakfast and went back upstairs to finish getting ready. Once both Bill and I were ready to leave, we headed out and drove to City Hall. During the ride, I looked out the window and saw all the townsfolk preparing for the celebration, all over town: driving past decorated backyards and storefronts, the streets were looking the liveliest they had been since the bombings had happened.

A few minutes later, we arrived at City Hall and parked at our usual spot. As he walked up the stairs to the entrance, I looked around me, before turning to him.

"Bill, wait." I called out.

About to step inside, he turned around and sent me a questioning look.

"... Can I spend the day outside and help decorate the town and prepare for Halloween?" I asked bashfully, a shy smile on my face.

Following my question, I heard him chuckle lowly.

"You said yourself today should be calmer than usual." I quickly added. "And if you need me at any point for any reason, you can reach out to me, and I'll get to you right away."

Shaking his head slowly, he sent a smile my way.

"Sure, go have fun."

"Thanks a lot." I happily replied. "I promise I'll stay available if you need me."

Not wanting to waste any time, I headed off into town while waving to Bill. And so, I spent the day helping mostly everyone set everything up, going from one place to another: I eventually decided to go see Stanley and Bonnie, to check on them and see if they needed help with anything. But once I got there, I noticed Stanley was not on the farm, so I made my way to his sister; I approached Bonnie, but before I could ask her where Stanley had gone off to, she signed to me that they needed my help with something. She added that only a few minutes before I had arrived, Stanley had gone down to the station to ask for help there; chuckling, I signed to her that he went to town for nothing, since I was now here. We exchanged smiles and I helped her with her issue, after which I drove back to town and kept on helping others, all while running errands left and right, mixing work and leisure.

By the end of the afternoon, a few folks invited me to a pumpkin carving session, and I happily accepted their offer; carrying the pumpkin I had neatly carved, I brought it back to my car and put it in the backseat, saving it for later. I took a look at my watch as I closed the door, then looked up and around me: with nearly all the preparations in town wrapped up, the streets had emptied, given most of the citizens had gone back to their houses to either finish some preparations or to get changed into their costumes.

I should do the same, I thought as a smile took shape on my lips, after all, Bill hasn't contacted me in a while, so he's probably not drowning under work.

I took my car and drove back to his house to see if I could put something together with my clothes. But once back home, I went through my wardrobe and had to admit to myself that I had nothing that came close to a costume.

"I should've known..." I spoke sadly. "Even with all the clothes I had with me that burned down I couldn't have been able to put something together."

I got up and sighed.

"Hell, I don't even know what I'd dress up as..."

Hearing these words come out of my mouth, I suddenly came to think of an idea.

"I can dress up as an actual deputy sheriff, with the full attire." I thought aloud, a smile on my face. "It'd fit me, considering the job I've been doing for the past couple of weeks."

But my smile quickly shortened, as I realized something: the only way for me to bring my idea to life was to borrow one of Bill's outfits, and that meant entering his room and going through his things.

"... He probably wouldn't mind." I concluded after having given it some thought.

I stepped inside his bedroom and began going through his closet; as I had assumed, I saw multiple duplicates of his outfit and unhooked one of them. I carried it all the way to my bedroom and changed there, leaving my clothes on my bed. The second I was done putting it on, I could not help but laugh out loud at the fact that it fit me in the same way as it fit him, since I was about the same height and weight as him.

It suits me well, I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror, smiling at my reflection.

After I had slipped into my costume and was finished putting the last touches on it, I went back to town and parked near City Hall. I got out of my car and grabbed my pumpkin, putting it under my arm like a basketball: seeing the town had gathered in the streets and in front of the building, I made my way there.

"Oh, [Y/N]!" I heard Gracie call for me.

I turned in the direction of her voice and saw her walking toward me at a fast pace.

"You've finally been promoted to be an actual deputy! Congratulations!" She exclaimed while shaking my hand. "You know, I'm happy you've joined the force, this field of work really fits you well, sweetie."

"You've got it wrong, Mrs. Leigh." I explained to her with a laugh. "It's very kind of you to say that, but this is simply one of his Bill's outfits that I borrowed. It's my costume for the night."

"Oh, alright, then." Gracie nodded with a short smile.

To my surprise, it did not take long before I started receiving more comments about my costume, whether to tease me, compliment me on how clever it was, or tell me how well it suited me. After having chatted with mostly everyone, I walked up to Stanley, who was running a stand with Bonnie.

"Well, it's a nice pumpkin you got there..." He started, a playful note in his voice.

He leaned closer to my chest to read the name on my jacket, preparing to call me 'deputy [Y/L/N]'. But instead, he looked up at me with eyes expressing both amusement and confusion.

"... Mrs. Koehler?"

I gently hit him with my elbow as I smiled shyly.

"This is Bill's outfit, alright? That's all." I said while blushing and looking elsewhere.

"Right." He said unconvinced while nodding slowly.

I looked around me, turning my head from left to right.

"Speaking of which, have you seen him anywhere? I thought I'd find him out there with you guys, but... I haven't come across him since I got here."

"Hmm... Now that you mention it, no, I haven't."

I nodded my head gently as I took one last look around me.

"Alright, thanks anyway, Stan."

Leaving Stanley behind with a wave of the hand, I made my way to the stairs of City Hall and clutched my pumpkin closer as I stepped inside. Greeted by party noises, I started looking for him among the crowd that had gathered there: but when I realized he was nowhere to be found, I went up to Jimmy, who I spotted chatting with other people.

"Hey, Jimmy." I called out to him. "Do you know where Bill is?"

Jimmy replied to me by pointing to the door of the police station with his thumb.

"Alright, thanks."

Following Jimmy's indication, I took a few steps and looked inside the station through the glass door, and indeed saw him at the front desk, visibly working on paperwork, his usual coffee cup in hand and using only a lantern as a source of light. I opened the door very gently, trying to make as little noise as possible: walking inside, I began imitating ghost sounds as I played around with my pumpkin, but broke into laughter seeing the expression his face was shifting into. The moment he heard my voice, he looked up from the pile of paper in front of him, and I could read he was surprised to see me dressed in a deputy outfit, even more so his. I looked down at myself and smiled at him while blushing.

"What do you think of this ultra-realistic costume?"

Still standing behind the desk, he put his mug down.

"You dressed up as me." He said with his mouth slightly open, a smile transpiring through.

"No, I dressed up as myself." I chuckled. "I figured I'd make this deputy thing official. At least for one night."

Shaking his head gently, Bill began to laugh as well, before scanning me up and down.

"So, are we gonna play 'good cop, bad cop'?" He asked as he leaned against the counter.

"I'm down for it." I giggled lightly.

"Well, which one are you?"

"Which one do you want me to be?"

My words echoing through the empty room, we silently looked at each other in the eyes, but I could not help but look away after a few seconds. My eyes fell upon the pumpkin I was still holding in my hands, and I looked back up at him while raising it.

"And look who I brought with me!"

I set the pumpkin on the counter next to his lantern and he looked at it while laughing.

"I carved it this afternoon, and I figured I'd offer it to you to give you a bit of company in this big empty station."

I joined him in his laughter, but I also felt the tone of my voice changing a little; looking down at my feet, I looked back up at him a second later with slightly sad eyes.

"What are you even doing here all by yourself anyway? I was expecting to see you partying with the others when I stepped in... Aren't you gonna join them?"

He looked down as his smile shortened.

"Well... It may be Halloween, but it doesn't mean the pumpkins will do the paperwork for me."

I cracked a short smile, but it soon vanished, replaced with a more serious expression.

"Bill..." I started in a low voice, avoiding making eye contact with him. "Now that I've been in your shoes for over two weeks, I know what it's like being overworked and having little time to yourself."

I gulped as I could feel his eyes on me.

"You're a hardworking man, who gets things done, and you love your job, I know you do. But I also know you've been more tired than usual recently..."

I shyly looked up at him and instantly met his gaze.

"... And that's why I was thinking tonight's celebration was the perfect occasion for the both of us to unwind, and relax..."

Lowering my eyes, I felt a blush spread across my cheeks.

"... Together..." I whispered as I lowered my voice.

Silence reigned between the two of us, for what felt like an eternity, until I heard Bill clear his throat.

"Alright. You're right, I'll allow myself to finish work early tonight."

I looked back up at him with a warm smile.

"Give me just..."

He gently brought my right wrist closer to him to read the time on my watch.

"15 minutes, to finish this one paper, and I'll join you."

"You got it." I nodded, still smiling.

I started making my way back to the door but turned around, a hand on the knob.

"But no more than 15 minutes, alright Mr. Koehler?"

"Yes ma'am." He replied as we exchanged smiles.

I left the room and went back outside to go see the others again while I waited for Bill to finish. However, once the 15 minutes had passed, I saw no sign of him, and this time felt upset.

I'm sure he thought to himself 'one more paper' after he was finished with what was supposed to be the last one.

I made my way back inside the station and walked in by pushing the door wide open.

"I can't believe—..."

I suddenly stopped my lecture as I saw he was no longer behind the front desk, and all that was left was his stuff. I took a step closer, raising an eyebrow.

"Bill?"

"[Y/N]?" I suddenly heard his voice calling out for me.

I followed the direction of his voice, seemingly coming from the back of the room, and saw the prison cell at the end of the hallway, before realizing he had been locked inside. I quickly made my way to him with a worried expression.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"It's Mitch." He replied angrily.

Once close to the cell, I searched for the keys and found them on a stool nearby.

"Some of his guys came to bail him out." He continued as I was unlocking the door. "Gray went after him."

Before I could add anything else, he pushed the door open and made his way out of the room at a quick pace.

"I have to go see where they went and if they managed to catch him."

I had no other choice but to follow him, feeling my usual smile fade away. Once outside, we both spotted Jake and Gray further down the street, and Bill went to see them while I decided to stay behind in front of the building. I could not help but bite my bottom lip repeatedly while crossing my arms on my chest and continually tapping the heel of one of my feet on the ground. I stared at him from a distance, watching him talk, until he made his way back, looking more appeased.

"Things haven't gotten too outta hands, that's the good news." He started with a sigh. "Apparently, Gray had caught up with Mitch and his two friends, and was ready to take a shot at them, but Jake stopped him before he could fire, and told him the last thing Jericho needs in these times of crisis is a gang war we wouldn't want to be a part of."

He scoffed while shaking his head.

"And, frankly, I agree with Jake's decision, he made the right call."

Once he was done talking, I nodded my head rapidly.

"Alright. Well, we should head on back home." I spoke at a fast pace.

Not waiting for him to answer, I started to get in motion, taking a step forward, ready to walk away. But before I could take another step, he grabbed my wrist, making me turn around.

"Hey, what's the rush?"

I could see in his eyes that he knew I was not feeling good, looking down at my lips, bearing no smile.

"Bill, you..."

He got closer to me and let go of my wrist.

"Why leave now? You said you wanted us to enjoy the party together. So let's."

"But are you gonna be okay?" I asked as I looked up into his eyes with a hint of worry.

"I was only put inside a cell, [Y/N]." He scoffed while raising an eyebrow. "I wasn't hurt."

"But you could have been. They had a shotgun barrel directed right at you, Bill..."

"How do you even know they did that?"

"Because I know their type." I fired back. "And I know what they're capable of."

He stared at me, reading the worry and seriousness on my face, then looked down with a neutral expression before looking back up into my eyes with a short smile: I suddenly felt his hand on the top of my head, tousling my hair gently.

"I'm fine, [Y/N]. Don't worry about me."

My stern expression vanished as all I could now feel was his warm hand on my scalp, rubbing it tenderly; I gulped while blushing, then nodded at him. Smiling warmly at each other, we finally walked away from the building and went to join the others out on the streets. We did not have a proper dinner that evening, but since there were multiple and various food stands, we ate a bit of everything here and there throughout our stroll. We paid a visit to more or less everyone, and it warmed my heart to see Bill having fun and enjoying his night; as I was staring at him talking with Stanley and his sister, I felt a hand tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Jake and Heather, both smiling at me.

"Oh, hey guys." I smiled back at them.

"Good evening, deputy." Heather teased me.

"Do you have something to report to me?" I joked.

"No, nothing serious." She replied with a chuckle.

Heather suddenly stepped forward and grabbed both of my hands as the look in her eyes felt somewhat sad.

"But, I wanted to let you know, [Y/N]... I was driving through town earlier today, and I drove past the remains of your house... and I couldn't help but feel sorry for you, and how it must have been a traumatic experience."

Taken aback by her words, my surprise was however instantly replaced with laughter.

"It's very sweet of you, Heather, but don't worry about me, I'm no longer mad at that fire." I told her with a sign of the hand. "I suppose it was just the town's way to make sure I was given a warm welcome."

Everyone standing around us who had heard my joke laughed, and Bill and I walked away from them as we waved them goodbye. As we walked, I could feel him silently look at me, and eventually gathered the courage to look back at him.

"What's up?" I asked him with blushing cheeks. "What's on your mind?"

"I've never seen anyone who's able to keep such a cool head in the hardest of times." He confessed while staring straight into my eyes. "I'll admit it... I've been impressed by that trait of yours ever since I first met you in front of your house."

I felt the blush on my cheeks intensify and my eyes widen slightly.

"It's impressive how you never let things get to you." Bill added with a charming laugh.

Hearing him compliment me in such ways, I could not help but look away from his eyes, keeping quiet.

"... Thank you." I eventually told him while shrugging lightly, a shy smile displayed on my face.

Shortly after our conversation, we noticed the party was nearing its end, so we decided to head back home, for good this time; the first thing I did once we had made it back was to step into the kitchen and serve myself a glass of something fresh to drink, before taking it with me to the living room. I took a sip while fanning myself with my shirt, then set my glass down on the table as I looked at Bill standing up in between the kitchen and the living room.

"D'you ever get hot wearing your deputy outfit all day long?" I casually asked him with my head tilted.

"That is one question that cannot be answered with words."

Turning around slowly, he revealed to me the back of his jacket, covered with a wide circle of sweat, in addition to spots around his armpits. I covered my mouth a little while laughing and he turned around to me with a slightly awkward smile.

"Yeah, I'm sweating bullets."

"So am I." I reassured him. "Starting tomorrow, I'll go back to my usual t-shirts and shorts."

We chuckled together as he started to make his way to the staircase.

"Speaking of which, I'm heading for the shower right now..." He told me while grabbing the back of his neck. "I'll tell you when I'm done if you want to take one as well after I'm finished."

I smiled warmly and nodded, then followed him upstairs to enter my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and changed into my pajamas, leaving the deputy attire I wore in my wardrobe, after which I stepped back outside. Opening the door back, I found myself in the hallway and rested my shoulder against the wall. I looked over at the closed bathroom door and listened to the sound of water running, when I suddenly felt tears coming up. Taking a deep breath in, I went back downstairs and made my way to the living room while shedding a tear: I sat down on the couch and buried my face in my hands as I sobbed, ever so softly. I kept on crying for a few more minutes, until the sounds of footsteps on the creaking staircase came breaking the rhythm of my cries. I immediately sniffled, trying to swallow back my tears, and rubbed my eyes. But I knew Bill had already spotted me and noticed something was not right.

"[Y/N]?" He called out to me, in a worried yet gentle voice.

Without looking at him, I felt him walking closer and sitting down on the couch next to me.

"... Are you okay?" He asked after a few seconds of silence.

"I didn't want you to see me like this..." I shook my head as I tried to maintain a voice as neutral as possible. "I don't want anyone to see me like this..."

I looked down at the ground, my eyes tightly closed.

"All those things you said about me earlier, my ability to keep cool and not be affected by things... It's all just a façade, it's what I want people to see... What I want you to see."

He rested a hand on my shoulder, which finally made me look at him. I realized he was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants in addition to a short towel around his neck, and I guessed he had just come out of the shower.

"[Y/N], it's okay for you to feel things, to feel emotions, any emotions." He told me softly. "You're free to cry, scream, or complain if you want."

He paused for a second before speaking again.

"... Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling alright?"

"I don't want to be a burden you have to take care of, and I didn't want to distract your mind from your work, you already have important things—"

"Taking care of you is important." He cut me off in a firm tone before I could finish my sentence. "As much as anything else I'm doing."

Bill looked at me straight in the eyes and I could read sincerity and affection in them.

"... If not more."

Hearing those words, I broke into tears again, and he brought me into his embrace. We remained in the arms of each other for a good minute, neither of us saying anything; I rested my hands on his naked back and shivered lightly at the contact of some waterdrops still on his skin. Afterward, he pulled away and held me gently by the shoulders.

"Hey, why don't you go take a shower?" He suggested tenderly. "Warm or cool, whatever will make you feel better. That should help ease your mind."

I nodded in silence, then slowly got up from the couch: climbing up the stairs with me, Bill escorted me all the way to the bathroom, holding my lower back softly. Once inside, I undressed and turned the cold handle all the way, letting the water run down my face and refresh me. I did a series of breathing exercises while washing myself, then decided to stay under the stream a bit longer after I was done; turning the water off, I stepped back before drying myself and slipping into my pajamas again. I took a look at myself in the sink mirror and sighed while closing my eyes, telling myself how much of a mess I was. I then opened the bathroom door and took a step outside the room, when I suddenly saw Bill, standing up against a wall in the hallway. I was surprised to see he was not in his room, however, he had put a shirt on, so I deduced he had gone to his room before waiting in the hallway.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked me with tenderness.

I nodded while smiling softly at him.

"Thank you... For everything."

I looked down at my feet while blushing.

"You didn't have to wait for me, I'm fine... really."

"Well, seeing how you weren't fine 5 minutes ago, I wasn't about to let you off the hook that easily."

I chuckled and blushed just a little more: looking back up into his eyes, we exchanged smiles as we stood away from each other.

"Well, I hope you'll still be able to have a good night tonight." Bill said. "And if not, don't hesitate to come knocking on my door."

"I will, I promise." I answered him sincerely.

Although I knew deep down we meant what we had told each other, I could not help but feel a slight awkwardness in the air, leaving me with a bitter taste in my mouth; as if some things had been left unsaid.

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Eating Disorders Don’t Have a Look

The struggles of having an eating disorder, or a dysfunctional relationship with food is very real. In my therapeutic work with teens and adults, I have been an intimate observer, supporter, challenger, educator, advocate, and firm believer in the ability to regain a positive sense of self and true appreciation for the human body. I never cease to be excited (and relieved) when one of my clients reaches a point in their recovery when they “get and accept” themselves for who they are, as they are. When they embrace the understanding of food as fuel to sustain a healthy body, nourishment becomes an integral part of their everyday life. Certainly, in the beginning stage of recovery, it feels like a fleeting acceptance, but when nurtured, it grows into a lifestyle change.

I have had the privilege of working with a wonderful young woman, Jennifer, for the past several months who wrote a beautiful story of her “Journey to Love My Body”. I have her permission to share some of what she has learned while in recovery.

Recovery isn’t linear. It’s a journey. I still have good days and bad days, but the bad days become few and far between.

Recovery doesn’t have a timeline either. For some people it takes months and for others it takes years. Being patient and doing the work will be rewarding in the end.

Eating disorders don’t have a look. Anyone can have one.

I removed food tracking apps, stopped using a food scale, and stopped measuring/portioning out my food.

When grocery shopping, I don’t look at food labels.

I ate all the foods I once didn’t allow myself to. Now I rarely binge, and I rarely crave sweets. This is something I was known for.

I walked away from the gym. At first, I didn’t believe I had a bad relationship with it, but after some self-reflection, I now know I did. I am still figuring out what exercise looks like for me post eating disorder.

No food is inherently good or bad. Food is food and food is better than no food.

I move my body in ways that feels good to me and when it feels good to me. I used to hate walking because it wouldn’t burn enough calories. I now enjoy walking.

I honor my cravings no matter when or how frequent.

I listen to my body when it is full and recognize when I am hungry.

I removed guilt from eating foods at restaurants and now I enjoy spontaneous ice cream dates.

Accepted that my body needs to be this size to be able to function properly. My mood is more stable, my migraines reduced in frequency, my digestion issues went away, I sleep better, and my brain no longer feels foggy.

I stopped comparing myself to others. I know this is easier said than done. If we all weighed the same, we still would all look different.

I removed/muted anyone on social media that was posting things that were triggering to me or made me feel like shit.

I followed influencers on social media that promote body diversity and body acceptance. I can share a few of my favorites.

I deleted any pictures of myself in a smaller body. This is not including any pictures I had with others. As I did this, I mourned the body I once lived in and that is ok. It served its purpose and now I can move on.

I picked up journaling to process bad days and therapy sessions. I would use my eating disorder to deal with my anxiety and to have control. Journaling allows me to dump my thoughts and feelings out on paper and remove them from my mind. This has been a great coping mechanism and I highly recommend this.

I removed any clothes that didn’t fit me or have a negative memory/experience attached to them regardless of if they fit or not. They served their purpose and now it’s time to move on.

Buy clothes that fit regardless of the size or number on the tag. I have bought from the same store at the same time a shirt in a S, a shirt in a M, and a shirt in a L. Clothing companies gaslight you and I just learned that clothes are meant to fit us not us fit them.

>I recognize my triggers and put boundaries in place to prevent myself from spiraling. I tell medical professionals I don’t want to know the number on the scale because I know this is a HUGE trigger for me.

Celebrate wins no matter the size. From wearing a bikini to not spiraling when the doctor says your weight out loud.

Learning to love your body allows you to take care of it. It allows you to embrace the uniqueness and wonderment of being you. There is not another “you” on the planet. There is no need to try to replicate being someone else. It takes time and effort to learn how to quiet the inner critical voice and the strength and desire to become the best, healthiest version of you. It is worth it because you are worth it!

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Ending It All Part 2 (C.E)

A/N: Here you go guys. Much awaited part 2 is here. I am so in love with this particular fan fiction and hope you guys like it. If you want me to write any blurbs related to this series, do let me know.I am open to requests.

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Part 1 

Chris Evans Fan fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Chris regrets divorcing you and he tries to mend the relationship. However, you have already moved on with Tom Hiddleston and are quite happy. He has to just stand back while you and your children become closer to Tom and it is all his fault.

Warnings: Angst all the way.

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“Coming in?” Chris turned his face towards you with a questioning look in his eyes.

“No, I have some work. Just wanted to drop the kids off myself.” Your ex husband’s house was on your way so you just saved him a trip.

“Not even for coffee, darling?”

“Sorry but I will have to say no.” You still got flustered when he called you with nicknames. You had once decided to tell him to stop calling you with all these terms of endearment but you couldn’t build up the courage to do it.

It has been over a year since your divorce and the moment you think you are over him, he is right there to bring those feelings back. You were a mess when he moved out and you had to see him on the weekends for the kids. It looked like you were drowning and you couldn’t come up for fresh air. It was exhausting but after several months, it didn’t hurt that much. It didn’t feel like your heart was tearing into shreds. You felt numb but that was better than feeling like your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

“That’s fine. See you Sunday?”

These were the only few sentences that were spoken between the two of you since the divorce. This was your new normal and you were starting to adjust to it. “Yeah, bye.”

“Who wants pancakes?” Sighing, he turned around and asked in a fake, cheerful voice. He didn’t get to be disappointed. These were the the seeds that he sow and he had to reap the results.

“I do.” A collective chorus came from the living room as they had already started to play with Dodger. Dodger was adopted from a shelter home about two weeks into the divorce. Loneliness was a destructive force and Chris hadn’t come to that realization until he was sitting in his home at eight, all alone. No laughter, no mess, no companionship. He went out that day and got a new dog. The apartment was eating him alive because it was a reminder of his ‘new life’. More like his ruined life.

“Daddy, you goin’ to be there for my match?” Jace looked up at his father and hoped that he wasn’t going to say no. There have been too many occasions this past year where he was not there for his children like Easter or Mia’s first day of school. He was either too busy with his career or he couldn’t bear to be with his family knowing that he wouldn’t be going home with them. He wasn’t strong enough to handle that truth.

“I’ll be there but I have work afterwards so I can only be there for half time.” The apologetic tone was all too familiar to the kids now so they just stayed quiet.

Chris noticed their disappointed look and continued, “When I get back, we’ll go to Disneyland for the whole weekend.”

“Mommy and Tommy will be going as well?”

Stopping in between making the pancakes, he asked with a venom laced tone, “Tommy who, Jace?”

“Mommy’s new friend. We like him.” Your son continued petting the dog without realizing the damage he is doing to his father. “New friend” was always a code for boyfriend and Chris didn’t know what to do with that information.

He knew that you had gone on a few dates with Tom Hiddleston because of the paparazzi. But he didn’t know that you both were serious. Your kids knew about him so it was pretty damn serious.

“He won’t be going with us.” Speaking with finality, he resumed cooking. You were his and that was not going to change. He knew he was being unfair but when it came to you, he lost all rationality.

“But he is our new dad.” Mia whined from her place and Chris just looked at her with a wounded look. His babygirl was putting someone else in his place.

His voice boomed throughout the house and both the kids looked at him with tears in their widened eyes, “I’m your only dad. Don’t you ever say that.”

“‘m sorry, daddy. Didn’t mean to make you mad.” Her chin wobbled and Chris was quick to realize his mistake. It was not your children’s fault. It was not your fault. It was his fault.

“Not your fault, baby. But you only have one daddy and that’s me.” Kissing her forehead, he wiped the single tear that managed to escape her blue eyes.

“’kay.” The kids got distracted again but Chris did not forget. He was still seething from the inside because Tom may have taken you away from him but he damn well couldn’t take his children.

They all get ice cream afterwards and the kids fall asleep in their rooms that Chris built from scratch. It was a lengthy process because he just kept remembering the times when he decorated their nursery with you. Such a beautiful memory and he was ruining it. The guilt ate him up inside when he realized that he may not get to ever decorate a nursery for your children again. He may not get to expand his family with you again. Again, it was his fault.

“Sorry, ‘m late. Work was hectic today.” Everything was so busy today because your boss signed up a new contract and he has been impossible to work with. You just wanted to go home and sleep for the whole week.

“It’s okay. They’re sleepin’ upstairs. Listen, we need to talk.” He was too consumed by anger and hurt to notice that you were too exhausted for everything.

“Go on.” You urged him, figuring that he might say that he won’t be able to make it to your son’s match. This was what most of your conversations were based on; him saying that he is too busy to be present at occasions related to your children.

“Why are my children referring to your boyfriend as dad?” He nothing but spat that sentence.

“I- I didn’t know about any of this. I’ll talk to them.” Stuttering, you tried to mediate the situation but nothing seemed to get through to him at the moment.

“No need. I already did that but for next time, keep your boyfriends away from my children.”

“Our children and I don’t let anyone near my children. We are serious.” You were offended by his crude tone and you weren’t just going to let him walk all over you.

“You can’t be serious with him. As a matter of fact, you can’t be serious with anyone.” Your ex husband declared it like it was a law. He didn’t know how to react to what you said. All the pain was converted into anger because that was his current form of expression.

“Are you serious?” This was all too much for you to handle. How could he say that?

“Yes. You only belong with me. I regret it so much (Y/N).” Chris’s expressions told you where he was going.

“Oh, stop. You can’t just do that. Can’t come bargin’ in my life and mess it all up again. I am happy.”

Chris reached out his hand but you took a step back. He was not allowed to touch you anymore. “I was mistaken. My career is not above you, darlin’. Never was.”

“You made me feel worthless. You made me feel as if I was the reason our marriage ended. Won’t allow myself to get sucked back into this relationship.”

“I know I broke our family. I tore us apart and didn’t even apologize for it properly. I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” There was a stream of tears running down his face and you wanted to wipe them away but you resisted.

There were still times when you wished that you were still happily married to Chris. That you still had your perfect, little family. The divorce made you feel worthless and lonely. There were times when you couldn’t even look at your children because they were the exact replica of your ex husband. You once adored the fact that they were his carbon copy. However, now you couldn’t help but get angry. How could he leave little pieces of himself behind and think that you could move on with your life.

It was all because you were with another man. He never said all these things when you were alone and you suffered from depression. There were days when you couldn’t get out of bed to get your kids ready for school. You knew that Jace had informed him because he was really worried about you and he always shared his troubling thoughts with Chris. But he didn’t do anything about it. He stayed quiet and you had to pull all the pieces back together yourself. It was all tape and glue. Your ex husband didn’t get to come back and dismantle your progress. You wouldn’t let him.

“You can’t do this. Can’t come back. I am with Tom now so stop trying to fix things that you already broke.” Your face was red with anger and all the energy was drained out of your body.

“Please, just give me a chance.”

“No!” You couldn’t choose Chris again. You had to choose yourself. You chose to think about your needs and your feelings for the first time in seven years. That’s why you agreed to go on a date with Tom. He surpassed your expectations the first time and you knew that he could be your partner. No one could compare to Chris but Tom made his own place in your heart and you were glad about it. You continued on, “Tom is good for me so please don’t ruin my happiness again.”

Tom was great. He was good with the kids and he was slowly becoming an integral part of your life. You still missed Chris because that man was the love of your life for seven years and those feelings can’t just disappear with a single piece of paper. You were glad to have Tom in your life and you knew that as time would pass, you will love him with your whole heart. However, a small part of you would never forget Chris and would always wonder about the what ifs. What if you were still together? What if you had more children? What it you got to grow old together? Broken dreams are what hurts the most.

“I don’t want to be a cause of that. Not again. But I want to make things right.” He unintentionally came closer to you, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. Sorry I wasn’t there for our kids. Sorry that I broke you, baby.”

“A sorry doesn’t fix anything.” His chest was hallowing from inside out but he didn’t want to back down. Not now. Not ever.

“Just answer one question for me. Are you truly happy?” A tremble was prominent in his voice but you tried to ignore it.

“I-I am. For a long time, I wasn’t but I am now.” You spoke with such conviction that he knew you were over him.

You would always love Chris but now it was time for you to move on with your life. It was time to leave the past and delve into the future. Chris would always own a piece of your heart but you are going to allow Tom to have an opportunity as well. You will open your heart again to love. You were sure now.

“Okay. I will get the kids for you.” He backed off like he promised he would. You knew at that moment that it was all over.

Watching you drive away with his kids was heart breaking for him and he just watched helplessly. Chris still wanted to cry, beg and apologize. He wanted you to take him back but it was all his fault. He ruined you once, he couldn’t do it again. He couldn’t interrupt your new life. It doesn’t all revolve around him but he was okay to remain on the sidelines while you enjoy your life. He will be there for you if you needed him.

You are happy and that should be enough for him but he wants to be selfish again. He wants to fight for you but it’s all too late. You were with someone else. He lost his chance.

Wednesday rolled in pretty quickly and Chris dreaded going to the match. You were going to be there with your new boyfriend but he didn’t want to miss his son’s game. He could only be there till half time already so it wouldn’t be that awkward.

“I just wanted to be here for Jace. Won’t cause any problems.” Chris took a seat beside Mia when he saw you shifting uncomfortably. The seat that should have belonged to him was currently being occupied by your boyfriend but Chris just bottled up all his feelings. It was not right to still think of you as his wife.

“It’s okay. Let’s just forget about everything.” You wanted to move on and did not want anything to hold you back.

“Okay. Mia, you want Kit Kat?” Offering her a large chocolate bar, he started talking with his daughter so that he could distract himself from you and Tom.

“What is happening, love?” Tom questioned when he saw that his former co-star did not even glance at him properly.

Chris and Tom were not the best of buds but they were still good acquaintances. He thought that dating you wouldn’t be a problem because Scarlett had informed him that Chris was the one who asked for divorce. However, this situation made him realize that Chris was jealous. He still had feelings for you and Tom didn’t know how to react to that.

“Nothing of importance. Let’s just focus on my baby boy.” Saying that, you cheered for Jace as he made his first goal. He was an exceptional player like his father and you knew that he would pursue football as his career. Jace was really passionate about football. If Chris didn’t become an actor then he would have definitely tried out for football.

There were times when he used to take you to the park so you would play with him. It was your thing. Maybe he had replaced you with someone by now as well but what you didn’t know was that Chris had stopped playing football altogether. Like many things in his life, it reminded him of you and it was just too much to bear.

“You are doing great, buddy.”Jace immediately asked Chris to pick him up as you gave him his Captain America water bottle. It was half time and Chris had to leave for shooting. He was getting late but he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

“Thank you, mommy. Ollie doesn’t listen to me that much so coach is angry at him.” Babbling on, he rested his head on his father’s shoulder.

“Okay, buddy. I have to leave now but I will call you when your game is finished.”

“Won’t be going with us to Chick-fil-A?”

“Uhh-” He cluelessly glanced at you because he didn’t know what his son was talking about.

“I wanted to give him a treat after the match.” Tom butted into the conversation to prove that he was a part of the kid’s lives as well.

Chris could have actually made it to the restaurant because he would be free in an hour tops. However, he decided against it. He had to take a step back for you. Of course, he would be there for his children but Tom should be given a fair chance as well.

“I won’t be able to make it buddy. You enjoy with Mommy and Tom. I’ll take you and Mia to Disneyland this weekend as I promised.”

“Okay, daddy. Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” Giving him to you, he turned to leave. It was hard for him to do this but it had to be done. Chris wiped his eyes discreetly as he saw you all laughing together. This was his fault and he would have to bear the consequences.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: This story had me in tears from the very start. I cried when I was writing it. Again, I am open to blurbs for this series and other requests. Tell me if you want to be added to my tag list.

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oh! tell me about Wylla! perhaps what are some pre-full moon routines or rituals?

I will first confess that I meant to schedule that post where I asked for questions about Wylla for the July full moon and have otherwise scheduled the post for every full moon in 2023 (except January, which has already passed). So I'm a little like - WAH! - unprepared. Lol. But I will manage.

Wylla was originally from Skyr/m and when she's in that setting I adore her retaining her awareness while transformed the way the in-game lycanthropy works because it opens so many avenues of guardianship and protection. The magic of the transformation maintains the integrity of her armor and there would be little she'd need to do. Still, I love the post-full moon rituals of her having either The Companions (clan), or Aranea (wife/family), or a friend leave out a folded change of clothes in the woods. The warmth of a stew cooking in a welcoming hearth to either sate a hunger that went unfulfilled or to otherwise just be a human ritual that helps return her to this form. A bath and a sixteen hour sleep - perhaps even in werewolf form, to overcome the energized frenzy of the full moon.

More questionable stuff below the cut.

An original setting that I've been imagining since I was like 13 years old has three types of werewolves. Werewolves that are born to two werewolf parents have full control over their faculties when transformed. Werewolves born of one werewolf parent and a parent who is human or another magical creature have full awareness over themselves but little to no control over their actions when transformed. Werewolves who were human but then bitten by a werewolf to be cursed with lycanthropy have no awareness or memory of their time transformed and are generally more violent.

It would be in this manner of setting that a bitten werewolf like Wylla would need to be contained, whether simply in a cage (or a concrete basement) or with additional bindings like chains or medical bed restraints or muzzles, etc. In my original setting, bitten werewolves that are part of a group of born werewolves, are simply herded into the center of a pack. They run and hunt together, with leaders leveraging their awareness and aggression to cow werewolves who lack control into accepting their role in the group and community.

Bitten werewolves generally have a disdain for born werewolves because of whatever led them to be bitten in the first place, and will often choose more extreme methods of isolation and restraints over the tenuous acceptance of a werewolf pack.

But I think Wylla would be happy and relieved to be with a group. She would appreciate their methods of healing bones and bodies that ache from a transformation they were not meant for, as well as the more open use of touch in communication and reassurance, and the werewolf culture's more casual approach to the nudity inherent in the destruction of such a transformation (unlike the clinical / scientific observations of most humans in this setting). I will mention unnecessarily that the werewolves have magical means for certain armors to withstand a transformation in this setting of mine.

Part of her pre-full moon rituals in such a setting would be the journey / pilgrimage from wherever she may be residing to the werewolf village that has accepted her. She would eat and eat for the sake of burning calories during her transformation and during her run with the pack, and to try to reduce any food related aggressions that might cause discord when she is more monster than animal.

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Saw a comment on a post claiming monogamy is part of the patriarchy and so polyamory is feminist praxis.

Monogamy isn't patriarchal in itself, but I think can be mistakenly seen as such because of its ties to

- nuclear families

- dowries

- valuing virginity

- taking a husband's surname

- unequal division of labor within a m/f relationship

- "traditional values", conservatism, right wing people

This list could be much longer, but the important part is, that the concepts listed above are not integral to monogamy. Interestingly, it's actually quite hard to find a definition of monogamy that doesn't mention marriage, but in 21st century English, monogamy is "having an emotional/sexual relationship with only one person at a time". (Aren't friendships "emotional relationships" though? Most people know what the difference in these emotions are, we just don't have words in English to separate romantic love and friendship love).

Last year, I bought a house with my bf and another couple. Both couples are monogamous, but we share household tasks, cooking, cleaning, with a rota and schedule. We eat together regularly, but also have time to ourselves and a lot of friends and hobbies outside of our home.

We are able to support eachother emotionally and with our actions, but we nurture a special (and sexual) bond only with one partner.

We made the choice to buy together after living together during the pandemic. We lived together before that, but surviving that awful experience, we trusted we could survive more.

Living with friends is seen by Western society as a transitional period (/only option to move out from parents) until you meet one person and "settle down", living just with them.

But this nuclear family set up cuts off our support networks, weakens our friendships and for many women, turns them into domestic servants, even if they're already working full time outside of the home.

Meanwhile, Polyamory as an alternative requires you to form romantic/sexual relationships with multiple people. This requires emotional dedication to multiple people, and I don't see how it can be possible to maintain this with them all, and have a healthy lifestyle of friendships, work, hobbies, activism...

And every person I have known in real life who was polyamorus has used it as an excuse to behave badly. Hitting on people who are monogamous, manipulating people who aren't comfortable with it, and generally men using it as a cover to have more sex and not commit to caring for someone. ("Blar, blar, blar, women do it too, blar blar, it's not just about sex, blar blar," I don't care, this is what I have repeatedly seen happen).

Just because something is part of the status quo doesn't mean it is fundamentally patriarchal. And just because something is "new" or "counterculture", doesn't mean is isn't just a new way for men to maintain their power.

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Brittana/Faberry Fic Recs

Hi! Here’s a list I compiled of some of my all time favorite Brittana and Faberry fics! I was originally going to separate the list by Faberry and Brittana, but many of the stories have both, so instead you can just read the pairings listed for each. They are sorted by multi-chapter complete, multi-chapter incomplete/in progress, and one-shots. Each title is a link you can click on to take you to the fic. All credit goes to their respective authors :)

Also, here’s a quick rating guide in case you needed to know:

GA/PG - General Audience

T - Teen

M - Mature

E - Explicit

NR - Not rated

That’s all, I hope you enjoy!

Multi-chapter (complete):

Between The Lines (T) - 19 Chapters - Pairings: Brittany/Santana and Rachel/Quinn - Rachel invites Brittany and Santana to a sleepover. Brittany/Santana with a healthy side of Rachel/Quinn

The Only True Paradises (M) - 20 Chapters - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - The tortuous evolution of Santana's feelings toward Brittany. See also "Pas de Deux," a companion piece from Brittany's point of view.

Pas de Deux (M) - 20 Chapters - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Companion piece to "The Only True Paradises." The evolution of Santana and Brittany's relationship from Brittany's perspective.

Faithfully (T) - 5 Chapters - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - "That moment when Santana had sworn, even though she and Brittany were standing at opposite ends of the raised platform…that she could still feel Brittany's energy zinging toward her, like they were connected on the same current." Brittana, Seasons 1 through 5, as told in five increments.

My Girlfriend's Sister's Keeper (T) - 13 Chapters - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Brittany isn't the only Pierce that has Santana wrapped around her finger. Santana's life with her two favorite people.

Mariposa (M) - 5 Chapters - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Like a butterfly, Santana's journey out of the closet occurs in stages. From the first time she heard the word gay to the first time she flew free from her chrysalis, she can remember everything.

time passes, in love and in seasons (T) - 4 Part Series - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Brittana, from the end of junior year and throughout senior year, told through the seasons. Mostly follows Season 3 canon.

Brittana Shorts (GA) - 8 Part Series - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - A collection of Brittana-centric short stories

it’s nice to have a friend (T) - 8 Chapters - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - They're six when they first meet. It's the first day of school in a crowded classroom and Santana finds herself drawn to the new blonde girl. OR The story of how Brittany and Santana meet and all the significant moments in their lives following the first time they see one another. - sequel

A Matter of Miserable Time (T) - 10 Chapters - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - "His voice was deep, quiet, and sure, so calm compared to the last words they had exchanged. Her voice was only a faint whisper as she questioned the man she hadn't spoken to in three years.'Papi.'"

Influence (M) - 26 Chapters - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Brittany is perpetually cast as the dumb blonde, but the reasons behind her demeanor are more complex than that. She looks back on her childhood, her relationship with Santana, and the life-altering effects the decisions of her youth had on her future.

It’s Not Like I Wanted This to Happen (T)- 101 Chapters - Pairings: Brittany/Santana and Rachel/Quinn - Quinn takes a very drunk Rachel home from a party...encounters the Berrys…and herself. This story contains a huge amount of Brittana and a lot of Puck.

Rough Beginnings (M) - 44 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - Quinn decides she needs to end this obsession once and for all, but life doesn't always work out the way we want it to. Sometimes it's so much better. Faberry.

Never Asked to Feel Your Halo (T) - 45 Chapters (1/2 in series) - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - The thing was, neither of them wanted this-whatever it was, but since when did the Universe care about what Rachel or Quinn wanted? Their cards had been dealt the moment they'd entered that shower together. Now it came down to how well they played them.

Standing on the Edge Dancing in the Flames (M) - 34 Chapters (2/2 in series) - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - Life isn't all singing and dancing, not even in Glee club. And what if being on top of the pyramid just gives you further to fall. When everyone feels like a frienemy and fathers and faculty and babies and boyfriends complicate EVERYTHING, how are you ever supposed to get anything right? (Book Two of the 'No Halo' series)

The South Side of Anywhere (M) - 47 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - Sometimes you fall in love with your eyes closed, and when you open them, the person is someone you never thought it could be. It started with letters, and turned into Faberry.

Somewhere in Between (M) - 77 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - Imagine if Faberry happened instead of Finchel. This is a re-telling of every episode as if Faberry were cannon. Each chapter will chronicle each episode starting at the very beginning. Some things will change and some will remain the same. Longer description in first chapter. Also side Brittana. As well as Quinntana friendship, and Puckleberry bromance.

Didn’t See it Coming (M) - 63 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana? - AU HS. After a devastating breakup, Quinn turns to Rachel in need of a friend, and ends up with so much more. - "If, one day, someone asks me how it all started; I'll have to say it was a granola bar that finally did me in." Faberry.

Bet You Didn’t Know That (T) - 19 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - Faberry. What she doesn't know, she doesn't need to find out.

Take Me As I Am Seasons 1 & 2 (T) - 48 chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, Brittany/Santana and Kurt/Blaine - The incredibly true adventures of Quinn and Rachel, starting from Sectionals Season 1. It's just like watching the show, if Faberry were the central couple and everything revolved around them! Brittana & Klaine co-star in supporting roles.

Take Me As I Am Season 3 (T) - 26 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, Brittany/Santana and Kurt/Blaine - The continued adventures of Quinn & Rachel as the starring couple of Glee. Some integration of canon events, but mostly this is the story of Faberry and their world! Klaine & Brittana co-star in supporting roles

Blink and You’ll Miss It (M) - 31 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry discover they like each other. Against all odds, will they be able to get together before they tear each other apart?

You’re All I Need (M) - 17 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - A Faberry romance story, set when they are both single but I haven't specified when as I'm not even sure myself but most of the events are from series 3. Points of view will change every few chapters. And that's probably the worst description you've ever read but yeah I can't be bothered to change it.

quarantining or how quinn might lose it, once for all. (T) - 8 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn - It starts like the worst horror movie ever but instead of being trapped in the basement of a creepy 50-something year old, Quinn finds herself being trapped in Rachel Berry's basement.

Once More From the Top (T) - 22 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, Brittany/Santana and others - Here's what you missed on Glee: McKinley's Glee Club reformed under the direction of Will Schuester. Rachel tried to recruit the Cheerios but that ended up being a total disaster. It's cool though because she heard Finn Hudson sing in the shower and he's actually really good. She successfully recruits him and now the Glee Club has enough members to be a real thing.And that's what you missed, on Glee!

Outside Hearts (M) - 37 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - Rachel Berry's world is about to be turned upside down when one of Hollywood's most sought-after young actresses, Quinn Fabray, abruptly and mysteriously leaves her fame behind, moves to Ohio and tries to have a normal life while attending McKinley High. (Faberry w/ some Brittana)

I See That Ragged Soul Take Flight (M) - 44 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, Brittany/Santana, Mike/Tina, Kurt/Blaine and Sam/Mercedes - Ensemble cast piece exploring what happens after Season 3. Rachel, Santana and Kurt are in New York together. Quinn is at Yale. Explores adulthood, friendship and long-distance relationships. Eventual Faberry. Also contains, Brittana, Klaine, Tike and Samcedes content, plotlines back at McKinley, and frequent use of Santana POV.

All The Best (T, but I would rate M for descriptive scenes of suicide, eating disorders, rape, etc.) - 80 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - After spending the entire summer away, Quinn is eager to get back to normal and make the best of her junior year. Excited to put everything behind her and start fresh, she struggles to establish a new normal. But when she's least expecting it, Quinn finds support in the most unlikely places and is forced to confront the very feelings that landed her where she is in the first place.

take these broken wings (M) - 4 Part Series - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, Brittany/Santana and Kurt/Sam - Begins in Season one and follows Quinn through her life should she have chosen to keep Beth, realize she is gay, and fall in love with Rachel Berry. The main romantic relationship will be Faberry, with a bit of Hevans and Brittana, but apart from Faberry it will be very heavy on friendship and Quinn&Beth oriented.

the state of dreaming (T) - 3 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn - Rachel couldn’t help the guilt that bubbled in her chest when she watched Quinn get a prom photo alone. Determined to make it up to her, she invites Quinn over for a sleepover. It becomes a routine. Set immediately after 2x20 (Prom Queen).

Enough to Believe (T) - 2 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn - Years after Shelby ups and disappears from Lima with Beth, a blonde girl shows up on Rachel and Quinn's doorstep, armed with a lot of questions, and very familiar cheekbones.

you and her loathing this cruel world (M) - 3 Chapters - Pairings: Quinn/Rachel, minor Kurt/Quinn and Kurt/Sam - "Of all the girls he had to have sex with (which really, were none), of course it was someone with a painting of Jesus above her bed, so he knows that his only hope in hell that this will go away is in a negative test result." Season 1 AU; Kurt is pretty sure he's gay, but would like to make sure. Quinn Fabray has similar questions running through her mind. They put their theories to the test, with very much unintended consequences. - sequel

I’ve Been Trying to Reach You (T) - 25 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, Brittany/Santana, Santana/Puck, Rachel/Jesse and Sam/Tina - After falling pregnant in sophomore year, Quinn Fabray plummets from the top of the teen hierarchy at McKinley High to the very bottom. In an effort to give her a chance to start over, her parents transfer her to Carmel, a private school in the area with a blossoming arts program. It's supposed to be a new beginning, but what she doesn't count on is immediately becoming enemies with the most popular girl in school: Rachel Berry, co-captain of Vocal Adrenaline.

The Lopez Manifesto (T) - 8 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - santana starts writing a rachel/quinn fanfic for everyone at McKinley. it’s also extremely popular as everyone awaits her weekly updates. (usually based on what the girls are doing that week.) quinn is the last to find out and is… pissed.

my heart’s a leather jacket I am waiting to give to someone sweet (T) - 15 Chapters - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Brittany is McKinley’s resident broody rebel who doesn’t see much point to high school, and who, completely incidentally, just so happens to be kind of a math genius. Santana is Lima's golden child, the perfect and unapproachable only child of public figure Dr. Lopez. She’s also the high school’s enigma; no one actually knows anything about her aside from the fact that she’s cold, distant, terrifying, aloof, and willing to eviscerate anyone who looks at her the wrong way. Unfortunately for her, Brittany is about to get a crash course in the complete mystery that is Santana Lopez when she is asked—or, more realistically, forced—to be Santana's math tutor.

Dead Girls Don’t Sing (T) - 39 Chapters - Pairings: Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Quinn, Kurt/Blaine and Tina/Mike - S3 AU. Brittany doesn't believe in unicorns anymore, Rachel's dreams are as dead as the world, Santana is no one's hero…and Quinn? Quinn's just trying to breathe. The world as they knew it is gone -now all they can do is survive. Zombie Apocalypse. Faberrittana Friendship. Slow Burn Faberry. Character Death. COMPLETE

Simple Parts (T) - 13 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - That awkward moment when you travel thirty years forward in time and find out you're married to your high school nemesis? Yeah, it totally sucks...except...maybe it doesn't.

The Lateness of the Hour (M) - 12 Chapters - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - "Brittany has much less to lose. She always has."

half of me (T) - 4 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn - a run-in (quite literally) at the bookstore, two broadway tickets, and a seven-year-old in a plaid catholic-school uniform. what has rachel gotten herself into? future AU where quinn has beth and rachel makes it on broadway.

April Fools (T) - 10 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn - Santana recruits - forces - Rachel to help her prank Quinn. All she has to do is pretend that a love potion has caused her to fall madly in love with the cheerleader. Simple, right? Wrong. Faberry.

Stars & the Moon (M) - 15 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn - In the midst of dealing with Beth's adoption, Quinn ends up working on a summer community theatre production with Rachel. Hilarity ensues. Just kidding.

Love Me Any Less (M) - 25 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - Junior year becomes the beginning of something no one expected, and maybe the beginning of something a few can't understand how they ever lived without. Starts mild but progresses to M rating. First fic ever! Faberry.

Better Where It’s Wetter (M) - 10 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn - Rachel and her dads are going on a LGBT family-friendly cruise for the summer and Rachel's told she's can bring a friend. Who else to bring but Quinn?

Like a Seal Upon Your Heart (M) - 20 Chapters - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana? - Quinn Fabray is Daddy's little girl and the perfect Christian. She CAN'T be gay. But then her friendship with Rachel Berry starts to change...

Somewhere in Brooklyn (M) - 47 Chapters - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Santana and Brittany have been trying to get pregnant for a year without any luck. What happens when a teenage foster child and positive pregnancy test land in their laps on the same day? A unique journey of motherhood ensues.

Multi-chapter (incomplete/in progress):

Everyone's Gonna Know Now (T) - 8 Chapters (Incomplete) - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - 3/4 in series - When Santana confronted Finn about outing her, his response was, "The whole school already knows." That was pretty much true. This story is about the first moment or incident in which each member of Glee - and a few others - discovered Santana's secret.

Be Okay (M) - 2 Chapters (Incomplete) - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - “Kurt doesn’t know why he does it. It’s not as if he and Santana had ever had anything resembling a friendship, but he feels drawn to her, feels connected to the anguish in her voice as she realized that her biggest secret in the world was about to be revealed.“ This is the evolution of Kurt and Santana’s friendship taking place over a series of one-shots.

looks like a girl but she's a flame, so bright she can burn your eyes, better look the other way, you can try but you'll never forget her name (M) - 5 Chapters (Incomplete) - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - santana lopez writes down the story of her life for a reunion project set for the glee club by none other than rachel berry. aka, a deep dive into santana's life told through her eyes. very santana/brittana centric.

No One Left to Blame (M, read tags) - 30 Chapters (Incomplete) - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - Quinn Fabray is well-versed in keeping the truths of her family and her past firmly hidden away. But, her efforts prove to be moot when Rachel Berry, armed with her own secrets of the past, arrives at Dalton Academy and manages to turn both their worlds upside down - or, perhaps, right way up. Faberry. Trigger Warnings.

I’m not breaking, I won’t take it (M, read warnings) - 2 Chapters (Incomplete) - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and minor Quinn/Santana - Santana gets up and starts toward her, “Jesus, what happened to you?” she mumbles, but she's softer than she was moment before. It's obvious that she’s concerned. Quinn chokes down a sob and then admits, “There’s something wrong with me.”“Hey, listen. Whatever it is, you’re going to be fine." Santana is still not getting it, but she’s rubbing soothing little circles on Quinn’s shoulders. There really must be something wrong with her too, because then Quinn is lunging forward and then she’s kissing Santana. Quinn feels her freeze, but then Santana relaxes and she’s kissing her back. or, a study in quinn fabray.

no love like your love (T) - 5 Chapters (Incomplete) - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, Brittany/Santana and Blaine/Sam - Following the death of her mother, Rachel Berry assumes guardianship of her six-year-old brother, Daniel. After a cross-country move for his sister's job, the first friend Danny makes is a soccer-playing, lucky fin having, firecracker of a girl named Beth.

Song of Mine (M) - 18 Chapters (Incomplete) - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Santana Lopez, the new Music teacher at a religious private school in Indianapolis, meets Brittany Pierce, the resident Math teacher. A love story with a happy ending. Promise.

Girls Over Flowers (NR) - 14 Chapters (Incomplete) - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, Brittany/Santana - Dalton Academy—a school of prestige, refinement and the country's wealthiest students—houses the famous F3. When "commoner" transfer student, Rachel Berry directly offends F3's leader, Quinn Fabray, she becomes their target. Mayhem ensues.

we were built to fall apart (then fall back together) (T) - 8 Chapters (Incomplete) - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - Rachel and Quinn haven't seen each other for seven years and neither thought they'd see the other again. They certainly didn't see themselves starring together in a Broadway musical, as each other's love interests.

A Different Life (E) - 33 Chapters (Incomplete) - Pairings: Brittany/Santana, Finn/Rachel and Kurt/Blaine - Canon!Divergent Brittana. Santana and Brittany move to New York after high school. Everything is going perfectly until Brittany gets a phone call that changes everything. Seven years later, Santana has a daughter and she and Britt haven't seen each other...Canon until 3x16ish. No Louisville, no second senior year.

you get too close you’ll get a royalty high (so breathe it in to feel the love) (T) - 9 Chapters (Incomplete) - Pairings: Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Quinn, Sam/Mercedes, Mike/Tina, Kitty/Artie and Kurt/Blaine - "Alright," she began uneasily. "I'll do it. I'll go to the dumb school."Her parent's smiles beaming back at her were almost enough to make her think this could possibly be a good idea, but the nerves surging in her stomach said otherwise. Boarding School/Royalty Brittana AU

One-shot:

Tattoo (T) - Oneshot - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - "She soaks it in for a few seconds—this night, this place, these friends, this family room floor, this girl—before she says it back." Post-3x11. Brittana.

Eden (T) - Oneshot - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Brittany and Santana teach Joe about love. 4K

Riding in Cars With Girls (M) - One-shot - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn - After Quinn quit Glee club and joined a band Rachel feels the gap Quinn has left and sets out to get her back, whatever the cost. But what happens when Quinn's only condition involves her car and Rachel's lips on hers every day at five? Punk!Quinn

and things we’re all too young to know (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Five vignettes set after the point when Brittana become girlfriends. Not too many people would guess it, but Brittany knows that loving Santana is the easiest and best thing in the world to do; Santana is just the best person to love.

My Friends Say That I’m Falling In Love (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Brittany and Santana spend the week leading up to Valentine's Day giving Mercedes grief about her date. Brittana romance, Brittanacedes friendship. Mouseverse. One-shot.

And What Would You Say If I Wrote the Whole Thing Out for You? (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Some things have changed a lot since Sam left McKinley and some things haven’t really changed at all. Set circa 3x08.

The Landslide Brought Me Down (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Our girls’ story. Sweet lady kisses, Landslide, their separation, the night of Prom Queen, Songbird, Santana’s Abuela’s rejection, the night after Santana learned about the political ad, Brittany’s senior year falling apart, the lights of New York, and other scenes.

seven (GA) - One-shot - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - A companion piece to 'it's nice to have a friend'. Takes place after the first scene in the second chapter - can be read separately to 'it's nice to have a friend'. Basically just childhood fluff that examines their friendship and the items they connect to their friendship.

baby you don't gotta fight (i'll be here til the end of time) (GA) - One-shot - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - She sees red for all of last period, a strange twinge of pain in her chest because all these people think they know Santana but they’re all wrong. or: three times Brittany tells people they've got Santana all wrong and the one time she tells Santana

The Unicorn Tapestries (NR) - One-shot - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - We lie on our stomachs on my pale blue sheets, a book lying open in front of us that we bend our heads over, sunlight all over the page and bringing bits of gold out in your skin..

But You Could Sing (NR) - One-shot - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Why am I always the one who tells bedtime stories? Because your stories are prettier, BrittBritt. But you can tell real ones. Like what?

Colors (NR) - One-shot - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - The sunlight in my room shines from the south. The way I know: when I lean far out my window, the sun rises on the side where I can feel my heartbeat, and sets in the direction of my writing hand.

You’re Something Else (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn - 'Quinn gets the impression she and Rachel are finally on the same page about what may or may not be happening between them. All she really knows is that it's colourful.'

Raising the Bar (M) - One-shot - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and minor/implied Brittany/Santana - Quinn never expected that the best matchmaker would turn out to be a lumpy pullout couch.

the one with the friends reference (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, minor/implied Brittany/Santana and minor/implied Kurt/Blaine - "You can see it. Quinn standing in front of you, as close as she can get without touching you and saying, 'Are you attracted to me?'" Faberry. Post-season six.

Blame it on the Alcohol (or the gay, whatever) (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and minor/implied Brittany/Santana - “I can’t believe what you did to my body, I used to have abs!” - In which one sentence is totally incorrect and causes chaos and havoc and Faberry feelings to happen. Also known as drunk Rachel is kyoot and Finn is stoopid.

could you pass in love? (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - “'Quinn Fabray, I will divorce you, don’t think I won’t!'” In which Rachel and Quinn get married, sending them into a possibly out-of-character feelings frenzy . Season Three. Faberry.

Do You Wanna Know How This Story Plays Out? (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn - It's not her fault that you feel the way you do about women, you know that, and you knew that then, too. But you've been angry at Rachel Berry for making you feel things you wanted to lock away for years, and it was far too easy to put all of the blame on her to avoid dealing with your own feelings. It wasn't and isn't fair, but it was about protecting yourself and it makes it a little easier to bear. - OR - After everything implodes with Finn, Quinn moves in with Rachel. They make out a lot without ever talking about how much more it means to both of them. Introspective Closeted!Quinn POV from second-person.

you succeed at being mine (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Kurt/Sam - Sequel to 'you and her loathing this cruel world'.

This Must Be The Place (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - Santana is eight years old when her Tio Carlos joins the Army. Or the less-cracky-than-you-might-expect Glee/The Losers crossover where Cougar is Santana's uncle. (If it tells you anything, i nearly titled this 'Ohana Means Family.')

This Modern Love (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Brittany/Santana - "How do you know when you're dating someone?"

Beth’s family tree (GA) - One-shot - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn - "Now that being said, my family tree is composed by both my biological family and my adoptive family" Beth explains easily enough as she clicks the mouse. But then the next slide appears and the teacher gapes at all the information, names, colours and arrows in the diagram.

pictures of you, pictures of me (hung upon the wall, for the world to see) (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn and Brittany/Santana - "Quinn looked around her room again. She'd never noticed it before, but she had a lot of pictures of Rachel." or: a faberry oneshot set between seasons 1 and 2 where Quinn reflects on a series of moments with Rachel that led to where she is now

anything could happen (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn - She stared down at the test in her hand. The line was faint, disappearing depending on the angle. It was possible she was just seeing things, but still. She pulled out her cell phone, tears running down her flushed cheeks. It felt like the earth could open up at any second, just swallow her whole. The line rang. Once, twice, she cursed quietly. She sucked in a breath as she heard a click signifying the call had connected."Hello? Rachel?" Her voice cracked. "Quinn. I need your help." A Faberry-centric rewrite of Rachel's season 4 pregnancy scare

Frannie’s View (T) - One-shot - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn - When Frannie was a child she did everything she could to make her father happy. She was a daddy’s girl through and through. She was quiet and never disrespectful. She went to church every Sunday with her mother and father and prayed every night. Frannie had a lot of friends at school and was popular and well liked. She did very well in school though her participation grades were always low. Daddy told her women were supposed to be quiet and always treat their husbands with respect. She was a princess and he was the King. He ruled the house. Frannie absolutely hated the way her father treated her little sister. Frannie desperately tried to change Lucy. She thought if Lucy could be better then their father would be happier, nicer. OR A journey from Frannie's perspective of Lucy/Quinn and Quinn's sexuality and later feelings for Rachel.

According to Judy (PG) - One-shot - Pairings: Rachel/Quinn - How Judy Fabray deals with Quinn's infatuation with Rachel.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 6

Hi , do you got any fluffy johnlock with cuddling

(submitted by here-4-tha-ship)

Anonymous asked: hiii got any johnlock fics where sherlock wants a hug but he feels embarrassed to ask john? thank you sm <3

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Hi Lovelies!! I sure do! And enough to do a new list too!! So thank you, people don’t ask for this enough these days hahhah! Hope you enjoy!!

See also:

Hugs & Cuddles and Tooth-Rotting Fluff (Pt. 2)

Hugs & Cuddles Pt. 2 /…/

…/ Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 3 /…

Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 4 

Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 5

A Better Fate Than Wisdom by flawedamythyst (G, 1,339 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, John’s Sexuality Crisis, Pining Sherlock, Happy Ending, Fluff) – Nearly four hours pass between their first kiss and their second.

Evermore by SosoHolmesWatson (G, 2,068 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4,  5-Year-Old Rosie, Love Confessions, Song Fic, Parentlock, Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Disney Songs, Beauty and the Beast) – For the past years, John and Sherlock have lived at Baker Street again, raising Rosie together--as friends and nothing more. Ever since the little girl has watched her first Disney movie, she is obsessed with princesses. When John comes home one day, he finds his friend and his daughter in the middle of a reenactment of her current favourite. Part 1 of Made of Music

Living Musical by VeeTheRee (G, 4,149 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hobbies, Summer, Song Fic, POV Sherlock, Painting, Play Fighting, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Love Declarations, Hair Petting, Promise of Forever) – A one-shot of John and Sherlock being domestic during summer. There is paint, fluff, and music from Imagine Dragons, namely from the album 'Speak To Me', specific song in this one-shot is 'Living Musical'. Part 1 of the Happy Fluffy Johnlock Time series

Date Night by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 4,451 w., 1 Ch. || Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Caring John, Schmoopy Fluff, Fidget Cube, Baking / Cooking, Date Night, Established Relationship, POV Sherlock Holmes, Understanding John, Grumpy Sherlock, John’s Bum, Kisses, Hugs, Domestic Fluff, Touching, Hair Petting, Light Humour) – It's John and Sherlock's first Date Night as an official couple and Sherlock needs it to be PERFECT. Mrs Hudson helps. Part 7 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

There's So Much Labour Just in Breathing Lately by Susan (E, 12,708 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF / Mentions of S3 Events, Romance, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Grieving John, Mutual Pining, Meddling Mycroft, Therapy, Ambiguous Hopeful Ending, Infidelity) – The dreams he hated most – the ones that left him a sweating, shaking mess when he woke – were the ones in which Sherlock was just Sherlock. Laughing or drinking tea. Sitting across the table from him at Angelo’s eating pasta. Trailing his open hand behind him on the way to the bedroom. “C’mon, John. I’m about to have my way with you.”

holding steady by darcylindbergh (E, 12,724 w., 4 Ch. || Post S4, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Growing Old, Gone Fishing, Mood without Plot, Soft Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, POV John Third Person, Anxious Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Feeling Old, Sherlock Worship, Crying Sherlock, Cuddles, Comforting, Introspection, Retirement, Hand Holding, Forehead Kisses, Caring John, Bed Sharing, Emotional Love Making) – Sitting on a thick wool blanket at the end of a rickety dock side-by-side, legs dangling over the edge, a styrofoam container of wet, dark dirt between them, they’re fishing. John knows what this is about. This is about finally figuring it out.

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

The shape of the world around us by Salambo06 (E, 15,058 w., 5 Ch. || Lumberjack John / Botanist Sherlock, Different First Meeting, John Has a Beard, Light Case Fic, Flirting, First Kiss / Time, Masturbation, Love at First Sight, Horny Sherlock, John’s Bum, Bottomlock, Tenderness, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Shy Sherlock, Sexual Fantasies) – Looking through the bush, Sherlock felt his heartbeat quicken as a man passed in front of him. Sherlock frowned, trying to get a closer look despite the bush. The man was wearing a red plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows, and Sherlock couldn't take his eyes off the man’s arms. Muscular, slightly tanned with golden hairs along his forearms. For some unknown reason, Sherlock found himself imagining them around his waist, holding him tightly. Closing his eyes for the briefest second, Sherlock shook his head. Opening his eyes and looking back to where the man stood only a moment prior, he found himself alone. Great, now his only chance to find his way back to town was gone. “Why are you wearing a suit?”

A Hooligans’ Game Played By Gentlemen by scullyseviltwin (E, 15,213 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Rugby as Foreplay, Porn with Lots of Plot, John POV, Ogling, Body Appreciation, Cranky Sherlock, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Cuddling, Touching, Heavy Petting, Blow Job, Botttomlock) – In which John wants to get back in shape, does so, joins a rugby league and has sex with Sherlock Holmes. In that order.

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

Deck the Halls by itsalwaysyou_jw (T, 31,018 w., 24 Ch. || Advent Fic / Multiple One-Shots, Assorted Tags) – One Johnlock ficlet for every day leading up to Christmas. Who is ready for pining, first kisses, established Johnlock, and everything in between? This collection of stand-alone ficlets will have it all.

Lucifer's Gardens by ampersand_ch (E, 32,679 w., 12 Ch. || GERMAN VERSION || Romance, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Murder, Poison / Drugging, Mystery, John Undercover, Academic Club, Therapy, Rituals, Jungian Archetypes, Doctors & Physicians, Grief/Mourning, Esotericism, Hospitals, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, John Falls In Love With Another Man, Jealous Sherlock, Crying, Doctor John, Hand Holding, First Kiss/Time, Mysticism, Hugging, Touching) – John goes undercover for an investigation as a favour to Lestrade in a village in Suffolk. The events surrounding the case awaken deep-seated fears in Sherlock. While John begins to come to a realisation of what he needs in Lucifer's Gardens, Sherlock tries to find a way to reach John – in more ways than one.

Isosceles by SilentAuror (E, 56,609 w., 7 Ch. || Post-S4, POV John, Original Male Character / Sherlock Dates Another Man, Love Triangle, Jealous John, Virgin Sherlock, Sexual Coaching, Angst, Romance, Domesticity, Unrequited Feelings, Miscommunication, First Kiss/Time, For a Case, Friends With Benefits, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Spooning) – After solving a case for a major celebrity, Sherlock gets himself asked out. When John asks, he discovers that Sherlock has no intention of going, at least not until John agrees to coach him through whatever he might need to know for his date...

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets, Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love, Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

[dimensionwriter]

100 Days

Part 2   

Part One

M! Alien x GN! Reader

Warning: Innuendos, mention of torture

Word Count: 2519

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The air was so cold and dry in the room. The room was dead silent except for the low pitch buzz emanating from the computer. This room seemed unwelcoming to any person who dared to enter; However, you barely noticed as you stared at your creature in the giant container.

His form was still leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. Two black arms wrapped around his thin grey torso. The second and third set was just lightly floating in the liquid as he continued to sleep. A giant smooth tail that laid on top of his first set of arms, allowing his head to lay against it. His grey skin was a lot more muted while slumbering, it seems. A glance over would allow you to think that everything was the same as you left it.

However, there was something new. On his neck were these tiny slits that were moving with his chest. It was unknown to you that the creature contained gills. It was theorized that the creature breathed through the tiny slits sitting below his eyes. Maybe it had to do with something about him being a shift shaper. Was the creature changing his respiratory system while sleeping?

Walking over to the computer, you open the coding program. You couldn’t help how quickly you put in the stop coding for the sleeping medicine. It has been two days since you last saw him due to the weekend and you were just itching to learn more about this fascinating creature.

You fixed your lab coat and walked to the front of the container. Gosh, it felt so nice to do it. You are so used to seeing him floating in the container unconscious that now that you get a chance to interact with him, it was thrilling.

His tail slowly slid off his arms as he shifted in his sleep. He seems to be snuggling into the glass. So he enjoys sleeping. How does his species do their sleeping arrangement? Is it more of a hibernation or daily occurrence?

“...” He let a small grumble as his eyes fluttered open. You were expecting to see a pair of pitch black eyes, but instead they looked quite humanish. In fact, they looked really familiar. Wait a minute.

“Morning, Shark,” you spoke slowly. He looked at you groggily before turning his head around. You could see the confusion on his face. You’ve heard from coworkers that this sometimes happens. “How do you feel, Shark?”

“I had this dream where this beautiful angel was in front of me,” he grumbled as he stretched his arms out in every direction. It was kind of unique the way he had to contort his body in order for his six arms to get that stretch. “And I open my eyes and they’re still there.”

“You dreamed about me so much that you decided to wear my eyes,” you teased. It was odd seeing an alien with such human eyes. So far, most of the aliens usually have odd shaped eyes or none at all. But you guess with Shark, you can’t put him under the category for normal aliens.

“I-what!” His top arm went to his face and rubbed his eyes harshly. Guess he didn’t even notice that he didn’t have his normal eyes. You should document that and see if that’s a constant when he wakes up. “When I said I wanted you on my body, I didn’t mean this.”

Your movement towards the computer stopped as you processed what he said. Did he mean- that’s more of a human phrase- can he even? Your brain is becoming overwhelmed as you unpacked the single sentence. How does he even know that type of language?

“Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to fluster you like that, even though you look so cute. I’ll tone it down for you,” he explained. He swam up to the top of the tank where he folded his top arms on top of it. A giant smirk was on his face revealing that he most likely didn’t regret his comment.

“You seem to have quite the understatement on the human’s culture.” He manages to talk in perfect English while also using phrases that only people integrated in the culture could understand. Has he been hiding within the humans for a while?

His tail swishing slowly in the liquid made him appear relaxed in his environment. That’s a good sign for most specimens to have. If his behavior continues on this path, he might be able to leave the container and you can gain more data on him that doesn’t involve verbal communication.

“I got it by abducting a human and strapping them to a lab table to eat their brains. I learn the different waves of human’s vocals by their screams of pain. Quite the range, I may say,” he spoke with a glint in his eye.

Cold sweat dripped down your back as you froze in front of the computer. This is the first time you have felt fear in a while. Just the thought that a few feet away from you is a killer and the only thing stopping you is a glass container that he has proven many times to be able to lift himself over, is enough to make your stomach lurch.

You won’t lie and say it’s uncommon to contain an alien that has kidnapped humans or killed them in the search of science. But, they never understood what they did was wrong. However, Experiment 337 has shown signs of understanding human’s speech, therefore he should have an understanding of the human moral. Does he just not care?

“Sweetheart, you look so adorable when you scrunch your face up from overthinking. But to calm your nerves, I was joking,” he sang out. He released his hold on the top of the container and floated down. His grayish blue muscular legs began to lightly move causing him to swim a little. He contains mobility in liquid, noted.

“You got nothing to worry about. The only person I want to strap down and have screaming is you.” His black eyes looked at you through the liquid and gave a swift wink. Heat started crawling up your neck to your face.

“Didn't moments ago you said you would ‘tone it down’?” You asked, turning to the computer to appear busy. There’s pros and cons to having an alien that can speak english and have them understand some phrases. Although, you didn’t think being flirted with or having a dirty mind would be one.

“Oh that was tone downed. What I wanted to say was I would love to have you lying underneath me with your legs spread as I-” You cut him out with a loud screech. He jumped before laughing at you.

“Okay, my apologies for complaining. I don’t mind sticking to the previous level,” you squeaked out, rubbing your cheeks to get them to calm down. Do you even put this down in the notes? How would you word that your alien has a libido?

You pulled up the notes on the computer and stared at it for a while. Then just typed it “Understands the human language, Appears to be in search of mate.” That’s the best you can do at the moment.

“I’ll give you a break. I know so much about the humans because you have all of it in the open. Stacks and stacks of books on languages, anatomy, how you interact, ways of thinking,history, etc. Then there’s also this system humans have called ‘The Internet’ where I can interact with humans in multiple ways without having to show my face. It was great practice,” he explained, rolling his top left wrist. His bottom set of arms were pushing against the base of the container to bounce through the water.

You were quick to write down what he was saying and highlight how he used the internet to communicate with humans. You never heard of an alien using Earth’s own resources to learn more about it. How many are out there that are using these resources at this very moment? How many people online are actually humans?

“So, have you just been studying just human?” You asked, turning toward him. He flipped himself around to sit on the base of the container. His legs folded on top of each other and surprisingly the muscles seem to fit together to allow for a smooth surface.

“Nah, not really. The animals on this planet are pretty cool,” he grumbled. His top right arm went to his chin slightly as if he was thinking for a moment. “Yeah, my favorite animal is the… the um… I forgot what you call it. Just look.”

Suddenly, a giant black smoke cloud exploded from Shark’s skin, covering all the liquid in the water. You couldn’t see a thing inside. The now black liquid only showed your worried and terrified expressions. Who knows what this specimen has in store?

“Tadaaa,” he yelled, somewhere in the black liquid. You moved around the container as you tried to see what he was and where he was. The blackness seems to be dissipating the longer you stared at it. However, even that wasn’t enough to see him.

“I can’t see you, Shark.” You were trying to call out to him, but he didn’t seem to be appearing. The liquid at this point was a murky grey that allowed you to see through with it. But the container was empty. Did he escape?

Oh gosh, what’s the protocol for an escaped experiment? You need to press the alarm button. No, you need to lock down the room so he can’t leave. Which one goes first?

“Human, babbbbeeeee,” a tiny voice called out to you. You looked around the container for anything. Grey, grey, grey, orange, grey, grey… wait.

In the upper corner, there was a tiny fish with shimmering orange and yellow scales all over. Tiny black eyes stared sideways at you. The fish seem happy to have your eyes on it because it started swimming around in circles.

“Shark? You can shrink to 1/50 of your height and 1/400 of your weight. How? That-that breaks all laws of physics,” you rambled in disbelief. He has too much mass for it all to just condense into a goldfish. He would collapse into himself due to the density.

“Once again. Yeah, and you can’t,” his now squeaky voice teased from inside of the water. You were quick to press your face to the glass of the container. Shark swam over until he was right in front of your face. “It’s not that hard.”

“I have the coolest experiment in this place,” you whispered. His body wasn’t showing any signs of distress or struggle with swimming. The gills on the side of his neck showed that he was still breathing just fine, telling you that he could transform his lungs to fit his changed body.

“And I have the hottest scientist in the entire universe who I am going to make mines.” It felt so weird to be flirted with by a tiny goldfish that you couldn’t even take his comment seriously. You wouldn’t mind all his flirty statements if it was delivered by a cute little goldfish.

“Let me document this. And I got to check your vitals,” You mumbled to yourself. The vital cords were still attached to him, but seem to have shrunk to accommodate his new form.

You pulled up the vitals recorded to see everything had changed. The oxygen level had dropped significantly and so had his heart rate. His body temperature was so much lower that anyone reading this would think he temporarily died.

“Shark, you amazed me,” you mumbled, scrolling through the documentation. Now you need to go back to the previous day to see if his reading has changed when he shifted into you. From the looks of things, he understands the organ system of the organism that he shifts into.

“But I haven’t even taken you to dinner yet and you already tell me how good I am.” You turned back to the container to see he had transformed back into his usual self. His giant six palms were pressed against the glass closest to you as he stared at the computer screen.

“Just take the compliment,” you teased. You flipped to your notes and began to type in everything that has happened. Shark swam a little closer and squinted his beady black eyes. Guess he was reading what you were writing.

“Appears to be in search of a mate?” He read out with a tone of confusion. Once again, you were in a state of cold sweat as you realized what he read. It just happened, but you were so in science bliss of him breaking physics that you forgot about his earlier statement.

“Just an assumption...based on the way you speak,” you stuttered, avoiding his look. A deep laugh escaped out of him. His grey body swam up again, so he was peeking out the top of the container.

“Sweetie, did you not hear me earlier? I’m going to make you mine. You are my mate. Okay, darling,” he purred, sending a swift wink. There’s that warmth crawling up your neck. How do you respond to this in a formal way?

A buzz in your ear alerted you for an incoming call. You pressed the ear piece with your shoulder to answer it. “Hey, it’s lunch time. Meet in the section Sub 4B in 20 minutes.”

“Everytime you get on that ear piece, you leave. I might just take it away from you, so you will never leave me.” You let out a laugh as you pressed the ear piece again to end the call. Even though you are a scientist that works with experiments, that doesn’t mean all your time is with them. It happens outside, where data is collected and talked about.

“I’m sorry. But you’ll go to sleep again, so you won’t even notice time has passed.” You slide the reading off the screen of the computer and pull up the medicine supplier. The code for the sleeping medicine was quickly placed in.

A huge frown came onto Shark’s face as he watched the blue liquid coming from the computer and towards him. He instinctively swam to the bottom and sat down. His back was placed against the side glass with his tail wrapped around him. The top and bottom set of arms were crossed over his knees while the middle set just floated down.

“See you later, Shark,” you whispered. His calm even breathing was the only response you got back. Leaning towards the glass, you gave it a little kiss. It was something dumb you did when he was unconscious and had to leave him.

You discarded your lab jacket in the waste bin and grabbed your things. As you exited, you gave one last glance at Shark’s sleeping form with a happy smile. You were so grateful to have him here at work.

“97 days left.”

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Here it is. You guys asked for it and I provided it. I’m actually starting to really love writing Shark’s character. It’s different from the usual soft boy that I write. I like it. Anyway, remember to leave a LIKE and a COMMENT. Hope you enjoy the rest of your day.

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Videotapes

Hizashi x reader

Summary: Hizashi picks up a fan to bring back to his place to make a special little home movie ;)

Warnings: s m u t, swearing, Hizashi gets a little rough, and uhhh... a bit of yandere at the end... 

A/N: I hadn’t ever written Present Mic sm*t before, so i decided to give it a go. I couldn’t help but make him a little crazy at the end there. I am who I am.

“Damn baby, how are you so wet already? Is it cuz you like bein’ the star of the show or is it cuz you like me?”

You blushed and quirked your head to the side, letting your hair fall over your shoulder while you bit your lip. Such a bashful little thing. And when you looked directly at the camera to whisper, “maybe I just like you,” Hizashi’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest. 

Goddamn you were so cute—perfect for the camera. Hizashi was going to make you his masterpiece. 

Hizashi brought his hand to your cheek and his ringed thumb, still wet from petting your pretty pussy, brushed gingerly across your lips. You eyed him with eager trepidation. 

“Show me how much you like me, hon,” he said, adjusting the camera so it framed that gorgeous face perfectly. “Kiss the ring.”

You pressed your plush lips against the ring on his thumb, then slowly moved toward the tip, kissing it before Hizashi pushed it into your warm, inviting mouth. He crooned, “that’s a good girl. Open your mouth more, give the camera a show, yeah?” 

You did as you were told, showing off your tongue before you closed your mouth around his thumb. You hummed as you sucked it from the base to the tip, repeating the motion several times, knowing that you were teasing the voice hero with that deceivingly innocent gaze. You closed your eyes and swirled your hot tongue around his digit, acting as if his thumb was a sweet treat—something you wanted to savor. As hot as Hizashi thought it was, he couldn’t help but think that you got it all wrong; you were the sweet treat that he was raring to devour. 

“Fuck,” Hizashi hissed, pulling his hand away from your mouth only to grasp a fistful of your hair. He felt himself throbbing against his tightening, leather pants. If he didn’t fuck you soon, he was sure to explode. He crushed his lips into your mouth, pleased to see just how willing you were to part your pretty lips so that he could snake his tongue between your teeth to deepen the kiss. He pushed you back into the bed and let the camera scan over your bare body. A hand reached down to paw at your beautiful breasts, his middle and index finger to pinching your hardening nipples while he squeezed harshly. He whispered lovingly at you while your nails scaled his arms, offering him delightful tickles that got the hair on the back of his neck standing straight up. You were so soft, so good, so compliant and ready to be used. He gave your breast a light smack! and the cute little yelp you gave back was music to his ears. 

While he propped his elbow on the bed, Hizashi filmed himself kissing you down your quivering body. He enjoyed your zealous sighs, noting when and where he should be paying closer attention to when your breath hitched or you’d give out a surprised giggle. Your fingers massaged the top of his silky, yellow head while he ran his hand up your cushiony thighs so he could push them apart, granting easy access to your all-too-ready entrance. 

Hizashi passed you the handheld camera. “Keep that on your face, babydoll. I wanna see how hot I made you feel later down the line, kay?” 

“Mhmm,” you hummed, smiling at the camera lens. You blew it a little kiss and Hizashi felt his insides dissolve into liquids. You were just too damn adorable. 

With both of his hands now free, Hizashi had them on either side of your thighs. He relished the soft squish they gave whenever he pressed against them while he kissed at your pelvic bone. Your thighs were just too damn good that he couldn’t feel right leavin’ them neglected, so he kissed them, delicately at first, but as you hummed and sighed, egging him on, he started to get a little rougher, using his teeth to graze across the softest part of your flesh before biting down, suckling long enough to leave his lovely mark. You cursed under your breath and Hizashi looked up to see both of your hands raised over your head with the camera still pointing at your gorgeous face. Good girl. 

Hizashi licked a stripe up your wet pussy and let the real show begin. He lavished you with skilled tenacity, drawing maps across your skin with his pierced tongue, exploring your depths, fawning over your taste. “You’re so sweet, angelface. I could be down here all damn day.”

Hizashi got more excited when you started to moan—such a beautiful sound he never wanted to let come to an end. He suckled fiercely at your juicy entrance before he got to rolling his piercing around your blown-up bud. Your body shook. Greedily, you raised your ass to chase his mouth around and Hizashi had to buckle down on his hold of your thighs to keep you in place. 

“Mic,” you mewled, trying and failing to grind up against him. Your pussy was so flushed and he could tell you were getting close. “feelssogoood.” 

“Call me Hizashi, sweetheart,” he murmured into you, teasing you more with the reverberations of his low, lust-filled voice. “Think you can do that for me?” 

“Mmmmm ‘zashi…” 

Hizashi peered up over his tinted glasses to see you toying with your breasts, the camera pointing down at him. 

“Naughty girl,” he purred, prodding fingers sliding through your glistening folds. “I thought I told you to keep that camera on you.”

Your lips tugged up into a coy grin. “Couldn’t help it. You’re too handsome when you’re between my thighs…” 

“‘s that right?” Hizashi’s fingers pushed into your cunt and you groaned loudly. He curled into you, finding your g-spot immediately. Your free hand slammed into his bed and grasped violently at his sheets—jesus what a sensitive baby girl you were! “Turn the camera around, mama. I wanna see you.” 

Hizashi went back to eating you out with determined integrity. His tongue moved at a rapid pace while his fingers tucked against your walls over and over until he had you whimpering. Finally your back arched and you let out a long, pitiful moan and Hizashi felt your pussy spasm and flutter around his fingers. When he looked up, he saw that the camera was left abandoned on his bed and both of your hands were in your forehead. 

“Baby-girl,” he scolded, kissing your throbbing pussy. He moved up to pull your hands away from your face and frowned when you didn’t look the least bit apologetic. “Tell me you caught your big finish on film, mama. Tell me I get to see your solo later on.” 

Face flushing, you bit your lip. “Sorry.” 

Hizashi scoffed and pushed his slick-covered fingers into your ready mouth. “No, you’re not.” 

You shook your head and sucked your juices off his fingers. Hizashi pulsed against your thigh. 

“I thought you wanted to be my good girl,” he cooed, rubbing his index fingers against your damp bottom lip. He grabbed the camera and got off the bed. “C’mere.” 

You followed, eager and ready to be given more commands. He told you to get on your knees, and you did. The camera pointed down on you, waiting for you to comply without having to hear another one of Hizashi’s orders. Catching on, you undid his clanking, leather belt, pulled down his pants, and let his dick, dripping with pre-cum, spring loose. You took it into your soft hands. 

“Show that you can still be a good listener,” Hizashi told you. “Suck it—nice and slow baby.”

You licked up his shaft, once again making a good show out of it. You took your time coating him in your saliva with sloppy, languid kisses, paying close attention to the head of his sensitive cock. Your tongue rolled around him before you finally took him into your mouth. Your head bobbed down teasingly slow—so slow that Hizashi could help but grab your head and force you down further into his cock. 

“If you’re not gonna play nice, then I’m not gonna play nice, baby. That’s our deal.” 

You whimpered around him, but didn’t back down from the challenge. Instead, you chose to grab a sturdy hold of his hips to have a bit of control over him. He let go of his vice-grip on your head, but continued to play with your hair while he thrusted into your mouth. 

You were almost as skilled at giving head as he was; with practiced technique and the addition of you running your tongue along that thick vein he had running underneath his shaft, you had his balls tightening in no-time. 

“That’s—ahhh, fuck, that’s good sweetheart. That’s enough,” he assured, not wanting to spill out until the grand finale, but you didn’t let up. You grasped onto the base of his shaft and started pumping, ready to take him—all of him in. Hizashi didn’t know if you liked getting him riled up or if you were just over-excited, he was gonna fuck the living daylights out of you either way. To be fair, he liked that you could be a little naughty, but he wasn’t gonna let you run his whole show. 

Hizashi cursed and grabbed your head, pulling you off of his cock before it was too late. A string of saliva trailed from your lips to the tip of his shaft and he had the camera zoom in on it. 

“Beautiful,” he praised, lightly smacking your cheeks. “You almost had me there, hon. Just what kinda stunt are you tryna pull?” 

“No stunts,” you shot out in mock-humility, “I only wanna make you feel good.” 

“Oh yeah? Cuz to me it looks like you quite enjoy acting like a disobedient little bitch.” 

Hizashi watched your cheeks flush. Still, you didn’t miss a beat. “If you’re not gonna play nice, then I’m not gonna play nice, baby.” 

So. Fucking. Cute. Hizashi had to give it to you; he was not expecting the bratty ‘tude. The change in your temperament was riveting—enticing in a way that made him want to absolutely ruin you—to show you who the hero was in his little homemade movie. 

Hizashi brought himself down on you quickly. It took a moment to wrestle you to his bedroom floor, longer than it would have if he hadn’t been holding a camera, but he had you out in front of him with your ass pressed against his throbbing cock, staring into his floor-length mirror nonetheless. He had his hands woven into your hair—obviously the easiest way to control you, so he learned—and had you staring at your beautifully flustered expression in your reflection. 

Hizashi filmed himself sliding his cock against your sopping wet cunt, not yet entering you, but teasing you just enough to have you mewling for him to do so. The camera caught the torment on your face; he liked it and he was proud to know that he’d have it saved forever. 

“If you’re gonna act like a bitch, you’re gonna get fucked like a bitch. Got that?” He asked while his free hand slid down the curve of your sides. Your brows knitted together and you nodded. Hizashi’s tongue slid across his teeth as the head of his cock pressed into your entrance. He watched as your mouth fell open when he slid into you and—ohh fuck, god damn did you feel great. 

“So tight, babe,” Hizashi grunted, easing out of your constructive pussy. He thrusted back in and it wasn’t any easier to take the second time—even your fucking insides were perfect. “Didn’t think to warn me?” 

Your answer was a lengthy croon as if you hadn’t heard what he’d said. You weren’t so snarky when you were stuffed full of his cock, were ya? Hizashi thrusted into you and you yipped at the snap of his hips. So responsive. He smirked at you in the mirror and pulled you back by your hair so he could lean over and brush his lips across your neck. You shuddered when he whispered, “your ass is all mine, solid?” 

Hizashi did not start off at a charitable pace—no, he started drilling into you immediately. He was relentless in his endeavor to show you what was what. You were a noisy little thing, responding to every groove with a definitive plea, a sensual moan, a cracked out warble for more of him. He couldn’t stop grabbing your ass—it was perfect for the camera to see you fall back on his dick, to capture just how well you took him. He wanted to savor your sexy little peach. To him, this was a monumental fuck—top of the shelf, refined debauchery. Hizashi thanked the gods for modern technology and for you—the sweet little piece that you were. 

Hizashi pushed your head down as he mounted you tighter against him. He felt your squishy walls tighten around his pulsating member and let out a labored groan, fighting the urge to paint your walls in his hot, white seed. He wanted to claim you, to own you, to keep you here in his bedroom for whenever he needed to relieve himself. He baffled himself with the idea of starting a family full of rugrats with you. Holy shit, he felt like he could fall in love by just how well you fit around him. 

“Oh my god—oh my god, ‘Zashi, I’m-!” Your nails dug into his shag carpet as you panted and let out the cutest, broken squeal. Hizashi made sure to zoom in on your reflected face that was lost to euphoria this time around. It was fucking worth it. 

Hizashi gave out a raspy chuckle, only to be caught off-guard by the excruciating massage your rockin’ pussy was giving his dick. He let you ride out your climax for as long as he could before he had to pull out. He had to. If he didn’t, it would’ve ruined the movie. 

“Turn for me, sweetheart,” he urged, grunting as he pumped harshly at his cock. You did. “Open that slutty, little mouth.” 

Hizashi placed himself between your lips and let loose, blowing his hot load into your mouth. You hummed and Hizashi commanded you not to spit. 

“Show it to me, ma. Show me how much you love my cum.” 

You stuck your tongue out, displaying the proof of his love to the camera. 

“That’s so fucking hot, babe.” Hizashi caressed your burning cheeks. Hot. Hot. Hot. “Now swallow.” 

You gulped and grinned widely at him. “You taste so good,” you purred, eager to be praised. 

Hizashi pet your head, trailed a finger down to your jaw, to your chin, and tipped you up into a kiss. 

“Such a good listener,” he said and he turned the camera off. 

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This might be getting a little excessive, but Hizashi popped the CD back into the computer and hit play. He watched that sweet girl strip for him for the seventh time that evening and it never failed to get him hard. 

“Damn, ma,” he muttered while watching you eagerly wiggle around his bed. He checked his phone to see that you still hadn’t responded to his text he’d sent three hours ago. You hadn’t spoken to him at all since this exchange and it burned him to think that the two of you could have had such a world-warping experience and you didn’t think to send him so much as a smiley face back when he told you he missed you. 

Hizashi began stroking himself with one hand, listening to that seraphic voice say, “maybe I just like you,” while flipping around on his phone to check your social media accounts with the other. 

He couldn’t find you. 

“What the fuck?” 

Hizashi checked again. Three more times. Nothing. 

Hizashi growled. This won’t do at all. You blocked him? Unbelievable. 

He was getting angry. He didn’t stop touching himself though. That woman on the screen was too hard to deny. He came fast and this time on his laptop when the camera was just on your face. He heard your moans from when he was going down on you. It was too easy to get him there when all he had to do was listen to you. 

He couldn’t help but think that maybe if he had come inside of you—a maddeningly dark feeling loomed over his shoulders. 

…

Hizashi had assets. He could find out where you lived. As a pro hero it wasn’t hard to track someone down—say they were up to no good and had to be watched. Closely. He could confront you—see what all this was about. He was pretty sure he took care of you; you came twice for God’s sake! He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

I’ll look into it, he promised himself, wiping off his computer screen. I’ll look into it as soon as I’m done watching this video. 

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✨ New Fic! ✨

Wieeee I am super happy that I have finished another project! I'm just trying to maximize the time I have left before my break ends and I head back to my classes for the new semester.

Hope you enjoy this!

Title: I Wanna Love You (But I Don't)

Book: The Nanny Affair, Book 2

Pairing: M!Sam Dalton x MC

Genre: Romance, Angst

Rating: PG

Type: Standalone/One-fic/Song-fic

Song Inspo: I wanna love you but I don't by Ben Platt

Word Count: ~ 1990

Author's Note: Aha, the title says it all! Anywho, this takes place either at the latter part or after Book 2, where it's the night before the interview Naya mentions to Sam and MC in Chapter 3.

Author’s Note (2): Oh my god, I forgot to add this earlier but you may have seen a recent post of mine for Sunday Six. That post is for this project! I did need to edit some things, but you can still find the original text that I posted last week pretty much integrated into the final work!

Additional Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Brief Mention of Sex

Marina tours around her apartment, checking once more if everything is in order. She spent the entire morning cleaning; starting from her bedroom, she quickly worked her way to the rest of the place. By lunch, the whole looked pristine and spotless. Nothing out of place; everything as it should be.

Going on a cleaning spree isn't anything new for Marina. But whenever weekends had come, when Sam would visit for their weekly date night, she often finds herself wanting everything to be perfect. This has to be perfect, she tells herself, for Sam.

She hears a knock on the door, opening it to find Sam standing in the hallway, watching his face light up at the sight of her.

"Hey," he sighs, his smile brilliant. She notices a shade of pink dusting his cheeks, a tell-tale sign that he is practically enchanted to see the woman, as he always has been. "You look...wow."

Marina returns the smile and the greeting, "you say that every time."

"Because you're beautiful every time," he chuckles before leaning in to press a quick kiss on her lips. She looks into his eyes, charmed by how sweet he is being. She opens the door wider, inviting him in.

They spend the next half-hour eating takeout while talking about what had occurred in the past week. Sam had become swamped with meetings, barely able to catch a breath ever since officially assuming the role of CEO of Dalton-Russo Incorporated.

"But overall, things are going well! I still make sure to spend time with the kids once I get home. I know better now than to go back into drowning myself with work, or the boys will definitely be upset and I'm going to get my ass kicked by you again."

Her eyes grow wide before she throws her head back laughing at the memory. "Nice of you to remember," she remarks, and it was his turn to laugh.

He asks rhetorically, "how can I forget?" She rolls her eyes.

"I'll still kick your ass if you do, you know."

"I know."

They share a knowing smile, the moment slowing down as they enjoy their burger and fries in peace, quiet for a brief moment before Sam inquires about her week.

Marina shrugs.

Taking a sip of her strawberry milkshake, she shares about how she had brunch last Monday with Jenny. And another one last Thursday with her mother and her sister when they visited the city. That was when she notices the crinkle in his forehead as his face slightly falls. She shakes her head, reaching across the table to hold his hand.

"Don't worry," she reassures, "I made them swear that they cannot tell anyone about anything I shared that is related to us."

He nods, thanking her, "but that's not what I mean. You don't seem...particularly happy."

She tilts her head to the side, amused. "It's not that I'm not happy. It's just...that's all I did this week. The rest of the days flew by so quickly, I don't even remember what I did then."

Sam suddenly grows quiet, clearly lost in thought.

"What's wrong?" He chuckles. Squeezing her hand tenderly, he brings it to his lips and presses a kiss on her knuckles.

"I just think that, I don't know, maybe this has something to do with you quitting your job in Dalton Labs? You didn't even look for another job after that."

An ache grows in her chest, his words tugging on her heart. It only feels like a pinch, but enough to make its presence known to Marina.

"Only because I wanted to focus on us first, Sam," she explains. She feels his thumb running across the back of her hand, drawing patterns as he takes in her words. She giggles as if to reassure him.

"How about," her words breaking his reverie as he looks at her, "we get through tomorrow first, yeah?"

Tomorrow, at this time, they will be on live television where they will announce to the world that they are dating. They will share their story, starting from when they met in the Eastern Shore Yacht Club's regatta, up until their most recent public appearance where they spent a couple of nights in Martha's Vineyard with friends. Everyone will cheer for them, everyone will support them. Marina is sure of this.

She has to be, for she had invested so much of herself for the last few months to see their plan succeed.

Sam warms up to the thought, and a smile quickly develops on his lips. "We will get through tomorrow," he promises.

They finish their dinner in peaceful silence.

After clearing the food wrappers into the garbage, they find themselves in the living room, watching the glittering city below their feet. Her back rests against his chest, and his arms wrap around her waist. Sam plants a kiss on the back of her head. Another on the pulse point just below her ear before sighing, his warm breath tickling her skin. She turns to face him, resting her arms on his shoulders and raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," he answers her silent question, "just thinking about how much I love you. How much you mean to me."

He blushes once more, his cheeks pink and warm. It was a charming sight, and Marina couldn't help but giggle at the adoring way he looks at her.

"Tell me."

"I don't think I can," he confesses, one hand pressing against the small of her back while the other cups her cheek. She melts into his touch, feeling the warmth emanating from his skin as he runs a thumb across her lips.

"Show me, then."

Before she could even finish her sentence, Sam pulls her closer, his lips meeting hers halfway in a fierce kiss that knocks the wind out of her. This surprises Marina, but she quickly relents as she embraces him, hands roaming across his broad back. She breathlessly calls out his name, searching for something as he combs his fingers through her hair. Suddenly, he pulls back, waiting to hear her voice. She pouts playfully.

"Kiss me again."

Smiling, he obliges, kissing deeper and slower. Guiding Marina to the couches, Sam sits on one and pulls her on his lap, staring up at her eyes as if they were the stars in the night sky.

"Can I stay here tonight?"

Marina gives him a funny look. "What about the boys?"

"They're already asleep, so it's not like they're missing me now." He leans up, the space between them closing in.

"And Naya?" she whispers against his lips, "I'm not sure she'll approve of us being together the night before our interview."

"Then I'll leave right before dawn. No one will notice," he vows in an attempt to persuade her. He envelops her hands in his, their fingers intertwined. "Please, Marina" he begs, "let me stay."

She considers, staring back down into him, before getting off his lap and leading him into her bedroom.

The sky had just begun to light up when Sam left, just as he promised.

After a night of passion, a complete and incomparable show of love and devotion, they settled on her bed. They talked about whatever, wide awake so as to not miss any opportunity that to just be themselves. They were in each other's arms, and for a moment, they had a taste of the future that had been waiting for them for almost a year.

The sky now lights up in a hazy shade of blue. The city lights are off, and the streets are quiet. Marina thinks of sleeping, but ultimately decides not to. In a couple of hours, she will be needing to head to Naya's office anyway for last-minute preparations for her and Sam's interview. After picking up her clothes from the floor, she gets dressed and heads out of her bedroom.

She spots a note on the kitchen counter, a message scribbled on the back of a grocery receipt.

Thank you for last night. See you later, I love you. - Sam

"I love you," she repeats as she holds the note between her fingers, the tips brushing against the paper to feel each letter of each word.

She repeats it once, a little louder this time, as if to prove the existence of whatever emotions come from such a statement.

"I love you!" she cries out into the emptiness of her apartment, wanting to feel it swell her heart until she couldn't breathe anymore.

There was much to love about Sam. The way he touches her, electrifying her with lightning that pierced through her skin. The way he smiles at her, brightening her day like the sun during summer. The way he looks at her, worshipping her like she was a goddess and he couldn't help but revere her.

But most importantly, the way he kissed her.

Her fingers find their way to her lips, gently gliding across the rosy skin. Her touch is soft and careful, a ghost of the sensation she recalls feeling when Sam kissed her the night before and earlier before he left.

His kisses are always purposeful, full of conviction and promise, leaving her blushing and flustered by their intensity. His kisses are always passionate, playful, breathtaking; even the softest touch of his lips against hers was enough to sweep her off her feet.

Marina thinks of those memories, small fragments of the past evidencing his love for her. From the very first moment their lips touched, in the kitchen of his penthouse, to the most recent, taking place a couple of hours ago. His kisses hold the story of how he fell in love with her and how he will always fall in love with her.

But nothing blooms in her chest. Nothing comes into mind.

Because the truth is that Marina had grown tired. Tired of everything she had to keep up with for the sake of their cause. Tired of all the parties, all the public appearances. Tired of pretending that the plan was for her and Sam to make their relationship public. It was never that.

The real plan was for the public to deem her worthy of Sam.

It was never them against the world. It's just her against his.

And in the quest of proving her worth, she had become lost in the sea of despair and helplessness, drowning in the waters of quiet compliance and absent-minded acceptance. The life she once knew is now crushed by the expectations placed upon her in proving that she is the perfect woman for Sam Dalton.

All she needs to do is sit still and be pretty, and sit still and be pretty she shall do.

Her mind brings her back to months before, and she reminisces of the love she and Sam shared in total secrecy. When they weren't just hiding from the world, but from Sofia and Robin, from Sam's parents, and even from themselves. When all she was was the boys' nanny while he was her boss who has engaged to someone else.

Somehow, things were easier then. There were more people to hide from, but there wasn't a care in the world. Maybe because they had a legitimate reason to spend time together. No one would suspect a nanny and her boss getting intimate with each other.

Or maybe because the thrill of a secret relationship was there, especially one that had just begun to grow.

Regardless, Marina finds herself clinging onto those moments, when everything was new and exciting. When there wasn't a care in the world because the world didn't know about them yet. When they were freer because they were just themselves, the truest they could be reserved only for each other and for them alone.

There was nothing now, just the ghosts of what she used to feel for him.

*****

If you made it this far, thanks for reading! I honestly found this super challenging to write because the Lord knows how much I struggle with writing romance :') Nevertheless, I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it!

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