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deadmanscity-writing · 5 months ago

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Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Request: N/A (Wasn’t requested)

Scenario/Background: Reader accidentally timetravels/replaces her doppelganger (Because I’m in love with that trope). Also, this is placed in Episode one of the third season: when Robin first appears.

Reader can be anywhere from 16-18 years old.

I’m also going to try to write /most/ of the episode this time, and not die from pausing, unpausing.. “Wait.. what did they say?”

In this fanfic, Stranger Things is still a show.

Doesn’t follow the exact story, since it is in Reader’s point of view, so it may throw you off just a little bit.

H/T(C) = Home Town(or city)

!!WARNING!!

Actions of assault in the beginning, and mentions of it later on…

11:54.34pm:

H/T(C), [state/province], [country].

June 28, 2024 (1/6/2024):

Walking outside, with a silent hum, from a celebration of my friend’s seventeenth birthday. As I pick at the long sleeve I decided to wear on this warm night, I hear scuffing of shoes against the pavement behind me not even a minute after leaving the building.

Feeling oversuspicious at the probability of being followed, I hasten my steps.

Why’d the parking garage have to be so damn far away..!

Turning the nearby corner, I feel the person grab my hair from behind me. They swiftly throw my head against the bricked wall I stood next to. Nothing turning from it, minus a likely concussion and a future headache, I turn around to face the person, almost as instinct. Before I even get a glimpse of anything above the belt- “such a pretty thing…”- He smashes my stomach with their boot, and my face with his knee.

With a grunt, all that I can sense is ringing in my ear. I slip into the abyss as my body turns limp.

—Timeskip: eleven hours, thirty-six minutes, five seconds: 11:30.39am—

June [2?], [!??4]

Location [UNKNOWN]

Shit… I squint open my eyes. Where am I..? I sit up, looking around. I’m behind what is likely… a mall. Did he just dump me? Damn. Standing up, I run the back of my hand and arm under my nose. Dried blood either falling off, or attaching itself to my sleeve. Fuck… “This is honest bull.”

Remembering my bag, I turn my head, rapidly looking for it. I spot it in the general area I once laid.

I drop to a kneel. Opening it, I try to look for the small amount of aid supplies I usually carry inside. “How I hate the extra luggage, but I’m so glad I brought you.” I whisper to the inanimate object.

Finding the alcohol wipes, I bring out my phone, turning on the camera to aid me in cleaning myself.

“You!-” I groan, spotting the bruising on my right eye, “motherfucker…” At least it’s not swollen.. I end up roughly cleaning the bloch of dried blood under my nose, and the rest of my face. And throwing my phone into my bag.

Honestly.. These aren’t as bad of injuries for getting beaten. Well. More so, nothing is broken…

Remembering the sunglasses in my bag that I keep forgetting to take out, I rummage for them, eagerly I put them on to hide the blackeye.

Huffing, I get back up, swinging my bag over my shoulder. Walking to the front of the building, I instantly decide it best to go inside.

Not knowing where to go, I head down the escalators, spotting… a certain ice cream parlor. Looks like I gotta keep a little secret.

June 28, 1984

StarCourt Mall. Hawkins, Indiana

I wandered to other stores, buying new clothes, accessories and stopping to eat a couple times. I will tell ya’, inflation is a bitch. So glad I took cash with me. These damn prices are heaven!

Already with changed clothes, putting my old, teared, and bloodied clothes in a completely separate bag from the already few I hold. I decide it best to either wander or sit, waiting.

All until it reached 21:27pm (9:27pm). That’s when I saw the party. The main five. All of them walking inside. When they reach the bottom of the escalator, Lucas gives Erica a short lecture when he spots her with friends. Of course, I can’t hear them with the current distance. But I know what they’re saying.

Soon, I detach myself from the wall I was leaning on, following them to the ice-cream parlor.

Instead of following all the way to the counter where Mike, may I add, obnoxiously rings the bell, I stop and go to a table. Setting all my bags down, soon setting myself down too.

“Hey, dingus! Your children are here!”

“Again?” Steve slides open a window connecting to the back room. “Seriously?”

Mike just looks at him before ringing the counter bell one more time.

Steve leads them to the hallways connecting all the departments shortly after.

I set my head on the back of the seating close to the wall.

After just sitting for a couple more minutes, I decide that I want to talk to at least one of them: Robin, or Steve? I ponder. I don’t feel like thinking about the interference with the plot right now. I just want to talk.

I get up, but as soon as I do, the power goes out. I forgot that this happens.

“That’s weird…” I hear Steve. I then hear him flickering the light switch behind him. Over, and over again.

“That isn’t going to work, dingus.” I then hear Robin’s voice.

“Oh, really?” He says in response, flickering the switch faster, while looking up, facing the lights to see any reaction from them.

“It really isn’t.” I speak up.

The power then came back on, almost as soon as it went out.

“Let there be light.” Steve says smugly to Robin, who silently mocks him. He then turns to me, keeping the same smug look.

I look at him with a straight face, in return, before a wave of paranoia hits me. All I do is shiver, and he raises an eyebrow at me.

I raise an eyebrow back, “What?”

“Nothing.” He says nothing more for a few seconds, “So-”

I check the time on my watch. “Shit..” I mumble to myself. It’s nine fifty-eight.

I turn around. I was wanting to try and figure out a place to stay before ten, but it’s almost that time… damn it all. I guess… I can risk it. I don’t want to stay with Steve, but he’s also my best bet right now. I just… need to make it.. extremely clear. Or, I can ask for a ride to a Hotel. Just- something!

I turn back around to face him. “Hey! Um,” I quiet myself immediately after realizing my raised volume. “I’m, like, extremely new here, in town. I got dropped off here from the bus, and this is also my first day here, so… I was wondering if, um, you could drive me to a nearby hotel..? If you have a car. You don’t have to though!” There are… SO MANY HOLES IN THAT! What the fuck! Now I’m praying he’s stupid as some of the show betrays him to be!

“Oh, yeah, sure. I don’t mind!” Not even a second later. No hesitation. He is… that stupid. Okay.

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver!”

He grins. Wow… maybe, don’t inflate his ego too much next time…

—Timeskip: Twelve hours, fifteen minutes, zero seconds: 11:14am—

The next morning at the mall

I figured it best to not wear my sunglasses today.

“Alrighty. One scoop of chocolate. That’s a buck twenty five. Here ya’ go.” I see Steve smile at the girl from where I sit. He looks at her shirt, “Purdue. Fancy,” I cringe.

“Yeah. I’m excited!” She response, giggling.

Steve types something in the register, “Yeah, you know I considered it. Purdue. But then I was like, “You know what? I- I really think I need some real life experience.” You know, before I hit college. See what it feels like. I don’t know.” He grabs her change from the register, “See what it’s like to earn a working man's wage. You know wh- uh.” The register rings. It’s broken. And… He’s freaking out. “Hold on. Sorry.” He then continues his story. “I think that’s, like, really important.” The two girls just look at him. Smiling at his failed attempt at flirting with the one in front.

“Yeah. Totally.” Gotta love sarcasm, but damn.

“Yeah! Anyways, this is like, so fun.” He forces a short laugh with her. “We should, kinda like, you know, I don’t know, hang out?” He hands her her change. Either her failing to catch it, or him having poor hand to eye coordination; it wounds up falling. “Oh- sorry about that. Uh- I don’t know.” He puts his hand on the counter, trying to appear more confident, hoping for the outcome he obviously wishes for. “Maybe next weekend, or,” He waits.

“Yeah, I’m busy.” She reaches to put the change in her purse.

“Oh- that’s cool. I’m actually- I’m working here next weekend.” He gestures. “So… the following weekend is better for me,” He says defeated, but hope still underlines his tone.

“Ah- no, I’m sorry, I can’t. Okay.” She says. What’s with the bitchy tone?.. I eye her, rolling my eyes. “Thanks.”

Steve tries to speak up as they walk away, “I could- this is my first day here.” I then eye him with a raised brow.

He huffs in defeat.

Robin rolls to the opening of the window. Almost as if on cue. I smile at what she’s about to say. “And another one bites the dust.” She slides her white board in view. Steve turns around to face her, scuffing at the sound of her voice. “You are O-for-six, popeye.” She places a tally mark under the words ‘You suck’.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can count.” Steve says agitatedly, while nodding, arms crossed.

“You know that means you suck, right?” She says in a teasing tone.

“Yep. I can read too.” I can tell Steve is tired from all Robin’s teasing with his rough tone he carries towards her.

“Since when?” She teases him even further. Almost as if she’s trying to knock him over the edge.

“Hey?�� I get up from where I sat, walking up behind Steve. “Do you think you can put another one on there? Make it O-for-seven?” I ask, in a mocking tone.

“Oh, dingus got dusted not six- but seven times?” She looks to him, playfully shocked, before looking towards me, “Now, dingus’ friend, who was this unlucky lady?” She asks with the same tone.

“Me. When I was hitching a ride with him last night.”

“Wow… dingus, you don't know when to quit, do you?” I breathe out a short laugh.

“Sorry, Steve,” I pat him on the shoulder before leaning on the counter. “Your oh-so-sweet co-worker has to know.” My tone, similar to Robin’s.

“It’s this stupid hat!” I sigh, shaking my head. “I am telling you!” Robin sighs at his complaint too. “It is totally blowing my best feature!..” It really isn’t the hat.

“Yeah,” Robin moves the board, locking her hands, placing her arms to lay on the wall under the opening of the window. “Company policy is a real drag,” she shakes her head. “Y’know, it’s a crazy idea,” She looks up at him from her position, “but, have you considered..” She shrugs, blowing up her cheeks before continuing, “Telling the truth..?” She basically eyes him.

“Oh, you mean that I couldn’t even get into tech, and my douchebag dad is trying to teach me a lesson? I make three bucks an hour, and I have no future? That truth?” He speaks with dual honesty.

I move as I hear the clacking of heals, back to my seat.

Robin grins before pointing out to Steve, “Hey, twelve o’clock.”

Steve follows, “Oh shit, oh shit. Okay. Uhhh… Goin’ in. Okay, I’m goin’ in-” just before he turns around,”-and you know what?” He reaches to take off his uniform hat, throwing it behind Robin, “Screw company policy.”

“Oh my god, you’re a whole new man.”

Steve begins to walk away backwards, “Right? Oo,” he does a small dance. He turns around as me and Robin laugh at his actions. “Ahoy ladies! Didn’t see you there!” He practically screams, causing me and the girl he is speaking to to jump. He places both of his hands on the counter top. “Would you guys like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me?” He says with great enthusiasm. “I’ll be your captain. I’m Steve Harrington.” He loses a little volume near the end.

The girls laugh, “Oh god,” I hear one mumble.

“Can I get you guys a little taste of cherry suebly?” He butchers the last word, sorbet. “No? Anybody? Banana boat?” He takes a look at all of them. “Four people, four spoons?”

Robin slowly slides away, cringing as she does so. I get up as she does so, walking behind the girls, and proceeding to the back room, Steve doesn’t seem to care.

Steve continues, “Anybody? It’s hot out there.”

Once I get through the door, I see Robin has put another tally, “O-for-eight..? He really is desperate.” I walk over to close the window. Sitting down at the table in the middle of the room after.

“Yeah. By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask; what’s up with your eye?” She points to her own.

“Oh, I-” I touch the fading bruise “It’s nothing. Just some weirdo kneed me in the face.” Robin, thankfully, doesn't pry. “But- uh- anyway-” I take a deep breath, “I get the whole “girl crazy” thing, but he doesn’t seem like the type.” I rest my head on my palm, facing Robin. “I feel like everyone gets the same feeling after breaking things off with either their first relationship, or first love.”

“Really? Who's the boy that broke your heart?” She raises her brow with a sarcastic smirk. She then sits in the chair next to me, “Would love to hear about it.” She keeps her taunting tone.

“You wouldn’t know him,” I say in a similar tone to hers. “But, the feeling is like, you get so used to being in a relationship that you feel out of place when you’re not in one. Some people try to give it some time before actually doing that, to avoid a rebound. But after some time, they’re either content but still want a relationship, or just… content with being single ....”

Robin boredly hums to my rant in response.

“I hope you know I avoided going on a long ass rant, just for you.” I grin playfully.

She looks back at me, “Ah, yes, thank you for saving my ears.” I smile in place of a laugh at her reply.

“I rant a shit ton. Not even when I’m nervous, usually when I’m happy, or ‘forcing’ someone to listen to me. But I hate that I sometimes stutter, or accidentally skip a word, or even make up one in some scenarios.” I shrug.

She shakes her head with a slight smile.

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fbfh · 2 years ago

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light up the dark - Leo Valdez x reader [XVI]

wc: 2.7k

genre: TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF. that's it. gutwrenching nausiating fluff and emotional growth. I warned you.

pairing: Leo Valdez x goth!child of eros!fem reader

warnings: Apollo dropping a classic "I'm proud of you, kid" moment, reader has to adjust to nice safe good feelings, Harley being a feral 11 year old, Leo goes full texas mode for a minute, descriptions of camp that will make you homesick for it :')

summary: you finally make your way back to camp with your new boyfriend and new friends, and for the first time in your life, you think you know what inner peace feels like. Also, camp is just as amazing as Leo described it.

song recs: writer in the sun - donovan, proof - paramore, bad idea (reprise) - waitress obc, the cheap bouquet - pierce the veil, heaven is a place on earth - belinda carlisle, the campfire song - the lightning thief musical, happy - marina, crazier - taylor swift, how far we've come - matchbox twenty

a/n: THERE'S ONLY ONE PART AFTER THIS AND ITS MAKING ME EMOTIONAL!!!!!!!!!! honestly how far we've come is giving end credits music. Idk what to do with myself after this tbh

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280 @avashaye @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @thatmultifandomloser @yelenabel0vaswife @almostjollypizza @fictionalcomforts @lizziebitch33 @jacksondeeznuts @girlfriendwhoseawitch @urmum-xoxo @Asunnyhunny @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @legramilis @youkissedareaderinthedark @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @cosmiq-cloud @anything-forourmoony @i-dont-remember-a-lot @chasingpj @1dpjohoohp @mystic-writings @babiesimagines @dreamerball @demirunner @if-only-i-was-fictional @inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 @kiara7777

You’re about half way through your iris message with Chiron, explaining your side of the story and how everything went down, that you found the sundial and are ready to come back to camp. Suddenly, he freezes, staring blankly behind you. He coughs awkwardly, nodding and gesturing behind you. You feel something warm on the back of your neck and turn around to see Apollo standing behind you. You jump up suddenly, startled at his presence. Your heart thuds in your chest and you try to come down from the spike of adrenaline coursing through you. He looks at you kindly. It throws you off, you’re still not used to people looking at you like that.

“I knew you could do it.” He says softly. You glance over at Leo through the doorway and he follows your gaze, watching the way you look at him. The way Apollo is looking at you, you can tell he doesn’t just mean finding the sundial. He shrugs, sighing.

“I suppose it makes sense that she would hide it in the most horrific, off putting vessel imaginable…” A sense of peace overcomes you as he speaks. It’s strangely comforting, a feeling you hope you can get used to.

“Yeah, that does describe Eldritch Deity furby pretty well, ” you agree, picking him up from his spot on the couch.

You smooth his crunchy fur, trancing your finger over the newly installed battery pack Leo just finished fixing up. Apollo shudders at the sight of him. You think back to a little while ago, when you finally spilled your guts and told Leo how you feel, when you finally got everything off your chest. You gaze down at Eldritch Deity furby’s horrifying face, and remember how Leo held you, how sweetly he kissed you and touched you. Part of you can’t believe you really did that, you really told him how you feel, and he feels the same way right back. Your gaze softens, head still spinning with his touch. It doesn’t feel real, but he’s been looking at you differently ever since, and that’s all the proof you need.

Overwhelmed by a sudden sense of gratitude, you look back up to thank him, but he’s gone. You look around, but he vanished without a trace. Before you can wonder where he went, Jason enters, holding a printed out piece of paper.

“So apparently,” he starts, irritation evident in his voice as he fidgets with his glasses, “after we pack up, we have to do all these chores before we leave. Including…”

He skims the list.

“Mowing the lawn.”

You both sigh in frustration.

“That sounds like so much fun.” You deadpan, voice dripping with sarcasm. Your eyes widen in surprise when you actually get a laugh out of Jason, before you part ways to pack your stuff and tackle this massive list of chores.

You spend most of the rest of the day getting the house back to rights, and by that evening, you’re all piled up in the camp van. You cruise down byways and highways and freeways, getting steadily closer to Camp. The hum of the van is a relaxing white noise, and the rumbling of the car is comforting as you cruise down the highway, occasionally passing under green signs overhead, directing traffic on how to get to various places other than your destination. You’re riding shotgun, and the car seat is comfy and worn in. You trace your black nails along the ripped edges of the leather on the arm rest, and find that your gaze keeps landing on Leo in the driver’s seat next to you.

It’s warming up, and you drive with the windows down. Fresh air swirls through the camp van, blowing everyone’s hair around, and it leaves you feeling refreshed. The snow has melted, and the only place you see it is piled up in parking lots, shoved out of the way by snow plows. Everyone else is piled into the back of the van, squished in the rows of seats, paired off and sleeping or talking quietly. Your phone is plugged into the car speakers, and in spite of the angsty music Leo insisted you play, everyone else seems to be sleeping pretty soundly.

“What’s this one?” Leo asks, nodding along to the beat.

“The Cheap Bouquet by Pierce the Veil.” You answer automatically. He smiles, and you watch him tap the steering wheel. You feel your face flush, and you look away from him and out the window. You never thought someone as amazing and warm as him even existed, much less would like your taste in music. You continue to drive through the darkening sunset as your playlist titled song recs shuffles. You had time to put one together before you left, composed of all your favorite emo music to show Leo. In spite of the edgy guitars and perfectly rough vocals, it feels quiet. It’s another strange feeling, and another one you hope to get accustomed to.

The air flows into the van, smelling like summer, and Leo reaches over for your hand, holding it in his. The feeling of his fingers grazing across your knuckles makes your chest squeeze and your stomach flip. You lean into it, slowly settling into the feeling of your hand in his, and soon you’re in another quiet paracosm with just the two of you. And Vic Fuentes. Leo smiles and squeezes your hand.

“I think you’re really gonna like camp.” He states. You never would have believed someone telling you that you’d love a summer camp, but the way he says it, it’s hard not to believe him.

“Yeah?” You muse, looking over at him, watching the way his eyes light up and sparkle when he talks about it. “What’s it like?”

He smiles at you, and his chest fills with that warmth he only gets around you. He starts rambling about camp and how great it is, and he’s reminded of the first car trip you took together, just you and him and Jason. You listened to Palaye Royale and he told you about camp. It feels like years ago, but he remembers it like it was yesterday.

“Eros cabin is number 39, I think,” he continues after you listen to him ramble about how great camp is for a few minutes. “I don’t think there are any other children of Eros at camp right now, but if you get lonely I’m sure Aphrodite cabin won’t mind having you sleep over.”

The note of humor in his voice makes you laugh. You’re both well aware that the only sleepovers you like are the ones where Leo makes your head spin and your legs shake, but you catch a glimpse of Piper in the rear view mirror, playing a game on her switch. She has headphones in and doesn’t notice you looking at her, but she scoffs in annoyance as she loses the level she’s on again. Piper is okay in your book, all of Leo’s friends are. She’s kind of cool.

“That doesn’t sound… terrible…” you murmur, and Leo smiles, nudging you playfully.

“See?” He beams, “We’re gonna have you making lanyards and french braiding hair before you know it.”

You suppress a loud laugh, one he shares.

“Well, I guess if I have to…” You mutter. Leo looks at you again, and once again, he sees it. He sees that thinly veiled wall of disinterest masking your excitement. Except this time, it’s more playful than it used to be. Your chilly demeanor has become an inside joke, a bit for you to go back and forth with. He smiles, squeezing your hand in his before lifting it up. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your knuckles, and your skin feels electric where his lips meet it. You turn away again, staring out the window to try and hide how flustered you are. Leo just smiles. As you both breathe in the refreshing air that smells like the beginnings of summer, he thinks there will be plenty of time to get you all the way warmed up to him and his friends. The seasons are back to normal, and you have all the time in the world to get used to being loved. He’s looking forward to being the one who helps to get you there.

By the time you finally get back to camp, it’s late at night. Really late. You expect to crash in your cabin, and catch up with Chiron in the morning. Even though you’re exhausted as you trudge up the hill, with the scent of strawberries wafting around you on the breeze, you have no idea how you’re going to sleep. Everything Leo and his friends have told you about camp makes it sound like heaven, and you really don’t want to have to wait until morning to get to experience it. As you walk over the hill and camp finally comes into view, it’s nothing like you expected.

To your right is a large amphitheater, with a roaring bonfire in full blast. Tons of people are seated, and even more are walking around, chatting and roasting marshmallows. Lights are strung throughout the trees, and a few people are playing guitars and other instruments, leading a singalong. It looks so warm and inviting. You’re filled with a visceral sense of longing, wishing for the first time that you could be right in the middle of the crowd. Your friends laugh in delight at the surprise that everyone’s still up, and presumably waiting for you all. It wakes them from their drowsy stupor, and they push through fatigue down the hill and toward the amphitheater. Leo smiles at you before reaching for your hand.

“Come on,” he smiles, dragging you into the fray.

Someone spots you all approaching, and everyone else notices quickly after that. A cheer sweeps through the crowd and the fire blazes, doubling in height and glowing gold. A few people run forward and tackle Annabeth and Piper with hugs. You laugh in shock, not expecting such a warm welcome so late at night. You turn to Leo, but before you can say anything, he gets tackled in a hug too. Leo laughs, hugging the 11 year old back. He greets Leo with a yell, then begins talking at the speed of light.

“...it’s been so boring without you!” Leo laughs, setting him down and ruffling his hair.

“I missed you too, H-meister! Have any trouble holding down the fort?” The kid considers, then shrugs. “I only blew up a couple things while you were gone.”

Leo considers, then high fives him.

“Not bad.” Leo glances over to you, then drags the kid over, introducing you.

“This is Harley, my half brother.”

Harley looks between you and Leo, a little unsure, before Leo nudges him.

“Uh- nice to meet you.” Harley says. You weren’t expecting to socialize so much this late at night, but you can tell Harley is really important to Leo. You consider how to make a good impression. You greet him back, scrambling for something to break the ice a little.

“So, you… explode things?”

His face lights up.

“Yeah! We were working on this animatronic thing in Bunker 9, and we wound it up so fast it caught fire!” “Wow,” you agree, impressed that he knows so much about engineering at such a young age. Then again, if he’s Leo’s half brother, you’re not surprised the kid’s a genius. He tells you more about recent explosions, before he turns back to Leo. “Oh, Nyssa’s looking for you. She had something to tell you, I’ll go find her. Be right back!”

He runs off before you or Leo can say anything else. You both chuckle, and Leo guides you further into the crowd, looking for Chiron and introducing you to some people along the way. Eventually you find him, and he’s taller than he looked through iris messages. He’s also half horse, which is a little surprising. Annabeth sees the shocked look on your face from a few feet away and nudges Percy, who’s reminded of the first time he saw Chiron like this too. Leo introduces you for the first time in person, and Chiron smiles.

“We’re all delighted to have you here.” Someone sets off fireworks somewhere behind you, and everyone starts cheering. Chiron laughs. “Clearly.”

“This is one hell of a welcoming committee,” Leo chuckles, and Chiron agrees.

“Yes, well, I tried to keep everything regarding your arrival back at camp under wraps, but… the word got out somehow, I suppose.”

He tries to sound like he really needed to be convinced to let everyone stay up late to greet you and welcome you back, but you and Leo can both tell he’s glad you all have reason to celebrate. He shoos you off to greet the rest of your friends and get something to eat. After a few more introductions, and some of the best barbeque you’ve ever had in your life - you threw in an extra piece for Apollo, thanking him for helping you to get her, believing that you could tell Leo how you feel - Leo drags you away to a more secluded area. Wherever there aren’t any instruments and singalongs, there are CD players scattered around, playing lively music and keeping the good vibes going.

He pulls you away to a little grassy spot, illuminated by soft twinkle lights and soaked in moonlight. A country song is playing nearby, and even though you know you would hate it anywhere else, it sounds nice here. You get why people like it. Leo looks at you warmly, soaking in this moment between the two of you.

“So, how are you liking it so far?”

You take in the scenery, all the beautiful nature and architecture and worn wooden signs that make this place already feel like you belong here. You struggle to find a single flaw.

“The heat sucks…” You reply lightly, and it’s obvious to both of you that you don’t actually care about the heat that much, but it’s the only complaint you can think of. “Yeah,” Leo sighs, looking around, “This is nothing compared to Texas summers.”

You look back at him, raising your eyebrows in shock.

“Oh?” Surprise is evident on your face, and he realizes he never mentioned he’s from Houston before now. “I had no idea you’re a country boy…”

Leo seizes the opportunity, tilting an imaginary cowboy hat and bringing out his southern drawl.

“Born and raised, ma’am.”

You let out a beautiful, unreserved laugh, and he’s sure it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever gotten out of you yet. You have no idea if it’s the atmosphere of camp that lives up to every good thing Leo said about it, or the let down from all the ass kicking and chaos of the last several days, but when Leo pulls you close to him and starts dancing to the country song playing around you, you finally realize that you can’t fight the butterflies you get around him. More importantly, you don’t want to anymore. He twirls you in his arms, spinning you around until you laugh again.

You don’t care that he can tell this is making you flustered, you don’t care about how people see you anymore. You throw yourself in his arms, letting yourself feel happy and excited to the fullest extent. No one’s even staring at you, not in this little cozy spot you find yourselves in, but you really wouldn’t care if they were. You think that if this feeling stays, camp won’t be so bad. You might even like it. You might even love it. And you think that maybe anything could be fun if you do it with Leo. You know for sure that you plan to find out. He pulls you close, bringing his face right up to yours until your noses are brushing. He gazes at you with that sweet, sparkly look in his eyes, and he wants to kiss you. Before he does, he brushes his thumb across your lips, and breathes so softly no one else would hear it.

“Welcome home.”

#light up the dark #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez fluff #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus fluff #HES SO HES HE HES VERY

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randomingoftherandomness · 8 months ago

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I wish i had the power write it myself but, the paralel of them before the minister(li bing’s dad) death, all childhood sweethearts and after it all went down, tied with a ribbon of a sentence. I imagined something like “we could’ve worked together” between them as kid imagining themselves in the future, and them in the future talking abt their current relationship (qiu qingzhi(if im not wrong writing his name) keeps taking li bing’s cases for ‘protection’)

A/N: I’m taking that ribbon bit seriously 😚ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

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“What’s this then?”

Li Bing merely smiles in reply, licking his lips as he one handedly tries to tie the end of a red string around his pinky finger. “Come here,” He instructs, immediately looping the other end of the string around Qiu Qingzhi’s left little finger.

“Are you trying to cut off circulation to my finger? Is this how you succeed in killing me?”

“Oh, hush,” Li Bing grouses, unable to hold a serious face for too long at the way Qiu Qingzhi is wiggling his eyebrows. “We still have to make good on working our way up the Court of Judicial Review. Both of us as Vice Ministers under my father, remember?”

“Of course,” Qiu Qingzhi says agreeably with the tone of someone used to playing along and indulging with whatever his most precious person says. “But it still doesn’t tell me what this is all about?”

“Silly. I’m making rings for the both of us.”

Qiu Qingzhi makes a curious noise, scooting closer to see the neat knot Li Bing used to tie off the string around his finger.

“We could just as easily buy ones from the market? I’m sure there’s a craftsman there who can even shape our rings in whatever designs we want.”

Li Bing clicks his tongue disapprovingly. Putting on an air of ‘I know things that you don’t’, he takes a pair of scissors and snips the loose string between the down so that the threads on their fingers are sitting snug and flat.

“I overheard the matchmaker talk about red strings today. She was saying that fated people have red strings that tie them together,” Li Bing explains. Infinitely patient while he hums in satisfaction at his handiwork. “There. All done.”

Qiu Qingzhi holds his hand out to the sky, examining the red against his pale skin.

“You know that’s not how it works, right? You can’t just make a red string of fate,” He says, hooking his finger around Li Bing’s. “You either have a red string of fate or you don’t at all.”

Li Bing shakes his head. Tightening the hook of their fingers, he sits closer. “I don’t believe that.”

“Stubborn.”

Smiling ruefully, Li Bing shrugs. “Only when it comes to you.”

He finds it threaded into a belt charm. Tucked under all that armour that Qiu Qingzhi wears, it would have looked like nothing to anyone who didn’t know what it was.

But Li Bing wasn’t just anyone and he definitely knew what that was. What it meant and still means to the both of them.

“You kept it,” Li Bing whispers. Awe and guilt seizing tight in his chest.

“I never took it off. Even when…”

Li Bing nods. Understanding what Qiu Qingzhi still can’t say out loud. The hurt is still there and soon they’ll need to address it if they want to keep doing this. And by the heavens above, Li Bing will do it whatever it takes to keep this stupid man with him for forever.

“Don’t move,” He sighs, immediately reaching out to help Qiu Qingzhi sit up in bed. “You’re still healing.”

“I can’t help it. You kidnapped me from my perfectly fine bed—“

“Someone needs to keep an eye on your foolish ass and you’ve got your men too cowed to say a word against you—“

“—practically tied me to your bed—“

“So that I can watch over you—!”

“The Jinwei Guards have perfect access to medical personnel and we have just as good of resources as the Court of Judicial Review.” Qiu Qingzhi raises an eyebrow. “Just admit it. You’re stubborn. It has always been your way or no way at all.”

“Only when it counts. Only when it comes to you,” Li Bing says. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he exhales, shoulders slumping. “Can’t you just… Let me do this?”

If Qiu Qingzhi has anything to say, he keeps it locked away. When Li Bing looks back to him, the man is serenely watching the way the rain is sluicing off the rooftops.

“I can’t lose you. Not when I almost lost you for good.” Li Bing admits, offering the truth uncoloured by any intent other than to be honest.

Reaching out a hand, he hooks their pinky fingers together. “I made a red thread for both of us. I chose you. I’ll choose you, every single time. I made the mistake of not fighting hard enough for you the first time round and I won’t do that again.”

“You…” Qiu Qingzhi huffs. Shaking his head, he slowly smiles, indulging and fond. “I can’t ever win against you.”

Scooting closer to him, Li Bing folds a hand over their joined digits. “It’s only because you always let me win.”

#qiubing #white cat legend #white cat legend fic #gab writes stuff #qiu qingzhi #li bing #qiu qingzhi x li bing #this was sooooo self indulgent to write and I regret nothing #thank you for the prompt Nonnie!

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metalnecklace · 1 year ago

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There Was Heaven In Your Eyes

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (plus size)

Words: 5150

Warnings: Mentions of Fatphobia/Struggles With Weight, Internal Fatphobia, Mentions of Violence (description of an event from the show)

Notes: This one got away from me a bit, but I love writing Javi so much.

Masterlist

Chapter 5

I was always wary when it came to clothes shopping. It wasn’t easy finding clothes my size, and only a few stores actually carried them. I sheepishly explained this to Javi, keeping my head down so he wouldn’t see the burn settling onto my cheeks. I was embarrassed, especially since I hadn’t had to go shopping with anybody but myself before. Even when Pablo sent someone out to get clothes for us, all I had to do was give instructions. They didn’t care where I needed clothes from, as long as I kept my mouth shut and his family happy.

I was fumbling through an explanation of why I can only go to certain places when Javi interrupted me.

“(Y/N), sweetheart, it’s alright.” I looked up and noticed his face was soft, trying his best to treat me delicately. “I’m not a clothes shopper myself, I just go to the nearest store and grab whatever fits. You just tell me where you need to go and I’ll take you there, okay? Cálmate.” (Calm down.).

“Okay.” I took a deep breath, then put my shoes on. “I’m ready, let’s do this.”

Javier laughed and shook his head before stepping aside to let me out the door. He locked up behind us and we drove off to the clothing store I had in mind.

It was much easier shopping with him than I expected. He kept his distance, only every once in a while making a comment about fashion choices or about the underwear I was trying to sort through.

“You’re really not helping,” I huffed, my arms crossed.

He put down the thong he was holding and held his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. Here, I’ll hold your stuff, you get what you need.”

I grumbled under my breath as I handed him the few shirts and pants I had found. He graciously held onto my things and turned his back to give me some sort of privacy.

“You could get more than this, you know,” he spoke softly, keeping our conversation private.

“I’m not going to spend all your money on extra things.” I continued digging through the bin of underwear, trying to find enough of them to be comfortable with.

“Come on, you know I don’t mind. I’m certainly not spending it.” I chuckled, walking toward the bras in the next bin. He sidestepped to stay behind me. “If you’re really that upset about it though, you don’t have to wear clothes at all.”

I ignored his last comment. “Well I really appreciate it.”

He turned around as I was picking up a second bra. “Got everything?”

I bit my lip, looking at my choices in both our arms. “Yeah, I think so. I just need the basics.”

We walked toward the check out when he stopped suddenly.

“What is it?” I asked, slightly panicked.

“Come this way,” he said, walking toward another section in the store. He didn’t seem worried or on high alert, which helped me calm down.

We walked over to some dresses and he nodded his head in the direction of one that was hung up so it was easy to see from anywhere in the store.

“That’s beautiful.” He turned and smiled at me. “And that’s coming from someone who doesn’t know much about fashion.”

“So how do you know it’s beautiful?” I asked, even though I knew it was. It was a yellow sundress that was fitted through the top and flared out from the waist. The sleeves were shorter than on his t-shirts, and the length of the dress would come halfway down my thighs.

He opened his mouth and closed it again, thinking to himself. “Okay, you got me there, but come on.”

“Javier, I can’t. Where would I even wear it?”

“Anytime, anywhere,” he took it off the rack, holding it out to me. “It’s even the same size you’ve been getting, that has to be a sign.”

He wouldn’t say no, and even took it upon himself to carry it, along with my shirts and pants, up to the cash. As we got there I realized the woman who was working was eyeing up Javi quite obviously.

“Hi, Javi,” she greeted, only looking at me to look me up and down before completely ignoring my presence. “How’ve you been?”

He smiled back at her. “Hey Christina, I’ve been alright. You?”

“Can’t complain,” she was smitten with him. I hated how jealous I felt.

She finished scanning everything and looked at me for the total, only for him to slap some cash down in front of her. She was clearly shocked that he was the one paying, and was probably shocked he was even with me, but she didn’t voice any of this. She didn’t have to.

We thanked her and walked to his car. I couldn’t help but feel slightly deflated while thinking about that beautiful woman and the way she said his name. No, not his name, his nickname. The one he wanted me to call him.

“Who was that?” I asked before I could stop myself.

Javier was buckling himself into the car. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling the smoke. I suddenly wanted to wipe that smirk off his face as he turned to look at me.

“Why do you wanna know?”

“No reason,” I turned to look out the window as if the parking lot was the most interesting thing in the world.

He hummed and started the car. “She was an informant years ago. When I first moved here. They usually want visas in exchange for information, but she just wanted a regular job. I see her every once in a while, I’m glad she’s doing well.”

I didn’t say anything else for the rest of the drive. It settled in the thing I had suspected about him. When we first met, the way he spoke to me. He flirted as hard as he could to get his way, not that I gave in. When we went to his work, the way all the women looked at us. I thought they were judging me, but as I looked back I realized they were looking at him.

The more I thought about it the more I understood how I felt. I didn’t want to be just another informant of his. I didn’t want to be just another woman hanging off his neck.

I didn’t judge him for his actions, that wouldn’t be fair. He was an adult, he was his own person who could do whatever he wanted. But that didn’t mean I wanted to be someone he could fool around with until he didn’t feel I was useful anymore.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of my train of thought. It wasn’t like it was worth even worrying about. I had seen the women that drooled over him. I was not like them at all. I wasn’t jealous of them, every person was different, and they were all gorgeous. I was just bigger than I figured he wanted, so I didn’t have anything to worry about.

He would not be interested in me. He was just being a kind human being.

We got home and I stopped in my tracks.

“Where am I going to put these?”

He paused, then turned toward his room. “I’ll just make space, I don’t have a lot in my drawers.”

“Come on, you can’t keep making room for me.” I followed him into his room to find him already moving his clothes from the top drawers down into the two bottom ones. He was right, he didn’t really own a lot.

He gestured to the two, now empty, top drawers. “There you go.”

I sighed, giving up. “Thank you, again.”

He went into the kitchen while I put my clothes away. Everything fit in the drawers but I decided to hang the dress up in the back of the closet to avoid wrinkles. Not that I knew when I’d be wearing it next. When I was finished I met up with him in the kitchen where he was making coffee.

“I’m gonna make you coffee the way my dad likes his,” he said, getting out the cream and sugar. “I wanna see if you’ll like it too.”

I sat at the table and waited patiently. I was starting to get a little tired, so I was grateful for the pick me up he was now pouring into my cup. He stirred in some cream and sugar and placed it in front of me.

“There you go,” he smiled, obviously proud of himself with a hint of nervousness.

I took a sip and hummed at the taste. “This is perfect, Javier.”

He sighed and turned to his drink. “Yeah, but not perfect enough for the nickname apparently.”

I laughed and took another sip, the sweetness melting on my tongue while the bitterness of Christina’s voice saying his nickname ran through my head.

We drank our coffee together until he finished his and stood up. “I gotta go, or Steve will have my head.”

“That’s alright, this was great but I’m still a bit tired.” I stood up and grabbed both of our mugs, only for him to take them out of my hands.

“I got these, why don’t you go have some rest. I shouldn’t be as late tonight, okay? Why don’t we cook together?” He looked very hopeful. “I’d love for you to teach me a new recipe.”

“That sounds wonderful. What’s something you’d like to learn?” I watched him as he washed our mugs at the sink.

“Whatever you’d want to teach me would be new. I’m not a great cook,” he said. “I can cook the basics and keep myself alive, and all. But I’m not great.”

I started walking to his room, ready to get off my feet again. “Alright, I’ll come up with something simple.” I turned back to him. “Or would that still be too difficult?”

He laughed and faced me. “Hit me with your best shot, sweetheart. I can take it.”

The heat I felt from his eyes was enough to make me cut the conversation off there. I wished him a good day and went to take a shower to cool myself off.

I had a harder time falling asleep, probably because of the coffee, but I also couldn’t stop thinking of Javier. His smell surrounded me, the smoky haze of whiskey, smoke, and something sweet and warm and him. I could feel heat pooling in my belly and between my thighs, but refused to do anything about it. It felt inappropriate especially since I was a guest in his home. In his bed.

Eventually I fell asleep, and woke up not long after. I spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing around his apartment, picking one of his books on his bookshelf to read from. It wasn’t very thrilling, and I ended up falling asleep again, this time on one of the chairs.

“You’d probably be more comfortable on the couch.” Javier’s voice pulled me out of my sleep. “Or the bed.”

I sat up straighter, my neck feeling tight. I rubbed the back of it with my hand and tried to blink away the sleep. It was dark out, and the clock on the wall said it was nearing midnight.

I focused on the man now toeing off his shoes and taking off his jacket. His shirt was slightly damp underneath, the top two buttons undone showing off a slight sheen on his collarbones. His hair looked absolutely wild, as if he’d been running his hands through it all day, and there was no doubt in my mind that he had been. The circles under his eyes were darker than they had been before he left, and I desperately wanted to run my thumbs over his forehead in order to smooth out the creases that had settled in deeply.

“Javier,” I croaked out, my throat dry, “I’m so sorry. I was reading and fell asleep.”

He nodded, not looking at me, just wandering to the kitchen. I knew what he was grabbing.

“Yeah, that book never kept me awake either.”

I heard him pouring his whiskey into a glass, and then pausing before pouring some into another glass. He came out and handed me mine before laying down on his couch, his shirt now open a few more buttons. I felt like a teenager blushing over seeing just a bit more of his chest, and hid behind my glass.

“Sorry I’m later than expected. Again. I couldn’t get near a phone to warn you.”

“Rough day?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. I wasn’t sure if he was the type to want to talk about it or not.

He took a large swig of his drink. “You could say that.”

We sat together in the silence as it sat heavy between us. I wanted to ask more but didn’t want to push.

“One of my superiors returned this week. He’s the head of the Search Bloc, which I’m sure you can figure out what that is.” I nodded, listening intently. “I was excited to have him back. He’s the one guy that Escobar’s afraid of.”

Wait a minute. I’d heard of him. Pablo’s men talked about him a lot, right around when…

“He’s the one that killed Gustavo.” I didn’t even ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Javi’s eyes shifted to mine. “Yeah. He is.”

“That’s good then, isn’t it?” I took a drink of my whiskey, wincing slightly at the burn. “If anybody will get him, it’s him.”

He finished his drink, placing his glass on the floor before laying his arm across his face. “Yeah.”

His voice sounded strained. There was more he wasn’t telling me.

“Javier,” I said as softly as I could, “what’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing, sweetheart. Don’t you worry about me. I’m just exhausted is all.”

“I thought you said we had to be honest.”

He paused, his arm still draped across his eyes. Suddenly he sat up, scrubbing at his face before staring at a spot on the table.

“He’s not the same as before. More focused, more bloodthirsty.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, my glass long forgotten. “What do you mean?”

He brought his cigarette to his lips, his hand trembling slightly when trying to light it. He inhaled, his eyes closing at the comfort, and exhaled before facing me. His eyes were bloodshot, and red rimmed as though he had been crying. How did I not see that when he came in?

“He shot a kid. Right in front of me. I thought he was just threatening them, showing what happens when you get involved with a cartel at that age, but then he just fucking shot one point blank. God, (Y/N), I just, fuck.”

He pressed his palm to his forehead, smoke rising from between his fingers. I stood up and sat down on the couch beside him. I wasn’t sure what kind of comfort he needed, and decided to place my hand on his knee, my thumb rubbing circles on the denim covering his skin.

He looked down at my actions and took a deep breath in and out. “This job can be brutal, this life can be, we both know that, but watching that was tough. All his friends were there watching, and I can’t help but think about how they’re going to live the rest of their lives after seeing that happen. It’s not fair.”

I realized why I hadn’t seen the red surrounding his eyes before, and it was because he had just started crying. He was holding it in but the tears still spilled down his cheeks every once in a while, causing him to scoff and wipe them away as quickly as possible.

We sat together, my hand on his knee while he tried to keep his sadness within. Finally I took my hand away and placed it on his back instead, and rested my head on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to hold yourself together. You’ve been through enough wars, you don’t have to fight one within yourself too.”

I could feel him nodding, and then sniffling.

“Why don’t you grab a shower and I’ll make us something quick to eat,” I suggested, pulling back.

He looked up at me, his eyes straying between my eyes and my lips. The distance between us wasn’t significant, and all it would’ve taken was the slightest shift forward to have our lips pressing together. Instead he leaned back and stood up, silently walking toward his room to grab his clothes.

I got up and started making a stir fry, just something quick and easy. It only took about ten minutes to get everything ready, but when I went to tell Javier I instead found him stretched out on his couch, one arm up over his head, the other angled so his hand was splayed on his stomach, and his eyes closed. I watched him for a moment, and noticed the lines etched between his eyebrows were starting to smooth out, and the frown tugging at his lips was giving up the fight. I wished I could see him at ease like that more often. I also felt awful to see him sleeping on that couch, and wondered how his back hadn’t given out yet.

I plated his food and stuck it in the fridge so he could have it the next time he was ready for a meal. I stood at the counter and ate my portion, before putting my plate in the sink and making my way to bed.

He was gone when I woke up the next morning, the only thing left behind were both our dishes cleaned and in the drying rack, and a note on the counter saying he’d see me when he could.

I didn’t see him for two days.

When he finally came back he looked rough. He explained he had to travel a bit, and that he was glad to be home. But I could tell he wasn’t telling me everything.

It went like that for a week or two. He’d leave for a few days, then come back, then be gone again. There were a few times that the only way I could tell he had been around was when his plate had been cleared of food, and was sitting clean in the drying rack. Other times he’d return home well past midnight, smelling of smoke and a different perfume each. I wasn’t stupid, I knew what he was doing. I understood the need to escape reality no matter the means.

Most of all I missed his presence, and I had started to feel cooped up. I was only able to leave when he was with me, and since he was barely home that meant I was a sitting duck. This meant I was having similar feelings to when I was working for the Escobar’s, even though I at least felt safe at Javi’s.

Because of these feelings, I started having nightmares more frequently. They had become more intense, and flitted between being at the mercy of Pablo’s hands around my throat, and different situations like at the market or the bombing. Each time felt closer to reality, and I stopped sleeping during the day to escape them, hoping I would be too tired to dream at night.

One night was the worst. Pablo held me against the wall, my head aching almost as much as my lungs. It felt as though something heavy were sitting on my chest but I couldn’t seem to look down. I was struggling, but couldn’t move or make any sound. It felt like I was drowning, I was practically choking on air.

I was shaken awake, scrambling to fight off the person who had their hands on my shoulders.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), sweetheart! It’s me,” Javi stood back, his hands off of me. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

His voice was soothing, but his eyes projected his worry.

I sat up, panting. My hands reached for my throat and found nothing there. I looked past Javi and around his room. I was in his room. I was safe.

Javi knelt down onto his knees so his elbows were resting on the bed and his hands reached for mine. I flinched when I felt his touch, but immediately relaxed when I realized it was him.

“That was a rough one, wasn’t it?” He whispered, trying to keept he air around us steady and calm. It was working.

I nodded, unable to form words. My cheeks felt warm, and as I reached up to touch them I realized I had been crying. I was still crying.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes were nearly black in the dark room, but I could still see that they were frantically searching my face.

I nodded again, then slowly started to shake my head. My shoulders trembled all the way down to my fingertips as sobs started to overtake my body. Before I could even blink Javi had his arms wrapped around me. I cried into the crook of his neck as he rubbed my back.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, “let it out, sweetheart. I got you. Nothing's gonna hurt you, not while I’m here. I promise. It’s alright, I’m here.”

I listened to his words like he was a hypnotist, and eventually my tears subsided. I pulled back and looked down at my hands folded in my lap.

“T-thank you,” I hiccuped, still too embarrassed to look at him.

He reached out and held my chin between his thumb and pointer finger, raising my head slightly so he could see my face properly.

“You don’t ever need to thank me. That’s what I’m here for right?” I nodded, still held gently in his grip. “Now, how many of these have you been having lately?”

“A lot. Every night,” I confessed, unable to lie in that moment. He could have asked me anything and I would’ve sang the whole truth to him. “This one was the worst.”

“Fuck, cariño,” he moved his hand so he held my cheek in his palm. I leaned my face into it, finding comfort in the heat of his skin, my skin on fire with his nickname for me now in Spanish. “I’m so sorry you’ve been dealing with this alone, I should have been here.”

“It’s okay, it sounds like you’ve been dealing with nightmares of your own. Only, yours are actually happening every day.” My voice sounded wrecked, and I wondered if I had been screaming in real life as loud as I wanted to in my dream.

He lowered his head so our eyes were leveled. “That does not make what you’re going through any less difficult. I’m assuming you’re dreaming about shit you’ve already been through, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “I just keep seeing it over and over, like I’m trapped. I just want it to stop.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead. “I know.”

It was as though he pressed a button, and an immediate wave of calm washed over me. My eyelids fluttered shut, my shoulders melted away from my ears, and my whole body rocked slightly toward him. When he pulled away I had to stop myself from whimpering at the loss of contact.

I tried to open my eyes and focus on him but I was suddenly so exhausted that I couldn’t. He stood up from the bed and went over to his drawers, pulling out his one pair of sweatpants I just kept washing, and a soft gray t-shirt to match.

“I’m gonna go take a shower and give you some space to sleep, okay?” He asked while standing in the doorway. His shoulders looked so broad that I wondered how he could fit through the door, then nearly giggled at the thought.

“Okay,” I said, laying down once more.

I listened to the water running as he was showering, feeling calm that he was home, but something still didn’t feel right. The bed felt too large, like it was going to swallow me whole, and I still had a twitch resting in my muscles. Every time I started to drift to sleep Pablo’s face would show up, causing me to sit up and try to hold the tears back. I finally thought I had fallen asleep when another one happened, this time it was back at the school, only I didn’t see the car in the parking lot, I was instead cornered in my classroom. I sat up with a shout. I felt like I wanted to cry but my body was so exhausted that I couldn’t, I was just trying harder and harder to even out my breathing.

I listened for the shower and realized it was turned off, which meant Javi was back in the living room. I stumbled out of bed and made my way to where I thought he would be, but the couch was vacant. The beeping of the microwave gave away where he was and I walked into the kitchen only to realize then that I didn’t have a bra or pants on. It was too late, and I watched him nearly drop his plate at the sight of me.

“(Y/N), you almost gave me a heart attack, what’re you doing up?”

I found myself speechless as I watched the man in front of me start to spoon some of the soup I had made earlier into his mouth. I was standing there with my legs bare, and if I turned around almost my entire ass would be out because my underwear left barely any room for imagination. But he wasn’t any better, and had just his sweatpants hung low enough on his hips that before he turned around I caught a glimpse of the dimples on his lower back. Now with him facing me I had to look away before I was caught staring at the outline that his sweatpants did very little to hide in the dim light of the kitchen. His chest and torso weren’t any less distracting and I decided to just look at the floor to avoid embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I just keep having nightmares and I can’t sleep.” I held my hands in front of me, trying to hide behind them a little.

“Do you want me to come sit with you? I wouldn’t mind some company while I had dinner. I could pull up a chair and talk your ear off until you get too bored and fall asleep.”

I laughed a bit, but then nodded. “That kind of sounds ridiculous but yeah, okay.”

“Alright, you go get back into bed. I’m just grabbing something to drink then I’ll be there.”

I did as he told me to and got myself comfortable. I turned on the lamp on the bedside table so he wasn’t eating in the dark, and buried myself up to my chin in the blankets. My hair was up in a messy bun on my pillow, and I knew it had to look ridiculous but I didn’t care enough to fix it.

He walked in and his face softened when he laid his eyes on me. “You look so cozy in my bed,” he said, while placing his plate and glass (whiskey in it of course) on the bedside table. “I’m just gonna go grab a chair, then I’ll be back alright?”

He sat and ate while I listened to him tell me about random things he does at work. I could tell he was glossing over the difficult things, and mostly told me what he liked to do to bother Steve the most. He explained what had been going on with Steve and his wife, Connie.

“You’d really like her, I hope you get to meet her.” He swallowed his last bite of food and downed the rest of his drink. “You look pretty tired, I’ll leave you to get some more sleep.” He stood up, and collected his dishes. He walked off to the kitchen and I could hear him putting his stuff in the sink before he came back to get his chair. “If you need anything at all I’m just in the next room, okay?”

I thought about him walking out of the room, and not knowing when I would see him again. Would he be back the next night? Or would it be another week before he was back again? The thought alone caused my heart to race, and once again I was looking at a man who had become my lifeline.

“Javi?” I asked, my voice barely loud enough for him to hear, but he still did. He froze in the doorway, holding the chair, and turned to look at me. His face was even softer as he gazed upon my form all wrapped up under the covers. “Stay?”

“Sweetheart, I-”

“Please.”

He stood in the doorway for a moment, before nodding. “Okay, let me just put this away.”

I waited while he put the chair away and quickly washed the dishes in the sink. He seemed to pause for a moment before making his way back into his room. I had turned off the light by the time he was back, and he had no problem finding his way in the dark over to his side of the bed.

The bed sunk down slightly under his weight as he slipped underneath the covers. It wasn’t a small bed, but it wasn’t big enough to allow a lot of space between us. I turned on my side to face him, the blankets covered right up to my chin, and found him facing me already. He was on his back, the blankets only up to his chest, with his arms folded on top, and his head was turned to the side so he could look at me.

“Hello,” I whispered. “Fancy seeing you here.”

We burst out laughing, easing the tension settled in the inch of space between our bodies. I could feel him relax more, and his smile took up more of his face than before.

“You just had to use the nickname didn’t you?”

I smiled. “Another moment of weakness. Won’t happen again.”

He shook his head, laughing. “Yeah, yeah, cariño, get some sleep.”

“Good night,” I whispered, and rolled over so my back was facing him.

“Night,” he answered.

I woke up at some point with a weight over my middle, and his entire body plastered against my back. I didn’t even open my eyes. His breaths puffing against my neck lulled me back to sleep.

When I woke up again he was gone.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #javi pena x reader #javi pena

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fulltimesapphic · 1 year ago

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@mrghostrat made more.

I can’t stop myself.

Writing for that one.

Jesus fucking Christ here we go. This one’s a bit longer. *scrolls all the way down* damn, really a bit longer.

The bookshop was quiet. A bit too quiet. Crowley snapped his fingers and a sweet soft sound started filling to room.

The song? Crazy little thing called love. Crowley and Freddie were hanging out one time, Crowley, as usual was talking about his angel, and the next time he saw the musician the song had been written. In the bubble bath of all places. (True story)

The aforementioned angel walked into the room Crowley was sitting in. They currently were not talking to each other. But maybe….

I gotta be cool, relax. Get hip and get on my tracks

Take a back seat, hitchhike, And take a long ride on my motorbike

Until I'm ready, Crazy little thing called love

Crowley wouldn’t speak to their angel but maybe they could still talk.

Aziraphale snapped his fingers, catching on to what the demon was doing. Little lion man played.

Take all the courage you have left

And waste it on fixing all the problems, That you made in your own head

But it was not your fault but mine, And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time. Didn't I, my dear?

Crowley snorted. “Yeah you did”

Shit. She wasn’t supposed to talk to him.

“I-…. I know. I know I hurt you. Believe me I know. But I regret it. There’s not a day that goes by where I regret my choice. Heaven is unfixable. You probably think I’m quite stupid.” Aziraphale let out a small laugh. “I thought I could make it better. But as usual, you were right. And don’t make me do the dance. Or do! If that’s something I need to do to help you forgive me, I’ll do it gladly! Ah- um… anywa-“

“I don’t think you’re stupid…” Crowley said so softly it could’ve been a whisper. They cleared their throat and spoke again.

“I’ve never thought you were stupid. Misguided? Yeah. Optimistic? Absolutely. But never stupid.”

He paused, unsure of how far to go. “I thought you were brilliant.” He finished voice cracking.

While she was talking, she had stood and crossed to stand close to Aziraphale. Both of them were very conscience of every inch between them. Or more accurately, lack of inches between them.

Aziraphales eyes flicked around his face, rested on their lips but ended on the sunglasses hiding Crowley. Hands raised slowly, unsure.

Crowley gently put his hands on Aziraphales elbows a moved them up to Crowleys face. He removed the glasses.

“There you are” Aziraphale said, a look that Crowley couldn’t quite place, filling his eyes as he took in her yellow eyes.

“Have never told you how much I love those eye? Cause I do. Really love them. They’re my favorite part of you. Incase you were ever worried that I hated you for being a demon. That I was trying to fix you by bringing you back to heaven.”

Crowley hadn’t moved. It felt like he was collecting dust.

“They’re perfect. You’re perfect.” Aziraphale continued oblivious to what he was doing, the feelings he was stirring.

That’s what the look was. Love.

It was hard to tell who moved first but for the sake of argument, they both did and met in the middle.

They had wasted so much time. Over 6000 years wasted. But no more. (Ha dr who reference( the brainrot is so fucking real dudes))

Hands on the face, arms around the neck, bodies pressed against each other, leaving no space in between. They only broke apart when they had run out of breath. Angels and Demons can only hold it for so long.

Crowley smiled. The first smile in a long time.

“I also love that smile. And the hair, and the snake tattoo and th-“ Crowley kissed him again. “Sssshut up”

“Make me” Angel said with a smug smile on his face.

“Really? That’s how you wanna do it? Why not just ask, if you like me kissing you so much?”

This time it was Aziraphale that shut the other up with a kiss.

The music had stopped playing a while ago but now a new song came on.

Everyday.

“Nnnooo!” Crowley said before lunging to change it while Aziraphale cackled behind him.

I put so many romance tropes in this. Ima big big fan of the “there you are” when Az take of the cursed sunglasses. And the “make me” thing. Whenever I see that I just like melt. Anyways congrats on getting here! Hope you enjoyed

#good omens #david tennant #micheal sheen #michael sheen #neil gaiman #good omens kiss #good omens season 3 #good omens fanfiction #enjoy #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale #crowley good omens #Crowley #crowly x aziraphale #good omens fluff

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witchersmistress · 1 year ago

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Hey Busy Bee,

I hope you're doing good.

Would you mind writing a fluffy fic where August (it could be Walter too) is taking care of his partner who is on period?

Take creative liberty and make it as tooth rotting as you'd like

I'm currently experience terrible period cramps and I'm in dier need of some comfort. Hot water bag isn't helping.

Thanks❤❤

Of course!! id be delighted to. periods cramps suck and i dont know about you but they make me miserable. poor Jamie LMAO

Word count: 2.4K

Little Honey-Bee

Warmth surrounds me so completely that I almost can’t tell what tugs me out of my comfortable slumber. Arms are steeled around me, holding me tightly against a hard body. After August’s confession and earnestness in his words,

“ I wanted to make sure you were safe. You were always my priority, just as you always will be. You, my little honey bee, are where my life begins and ends, because a man like me doesn’t care about anything but their queen.”

I allowed myself to fall into a deep sleep in the safety of his arms. He never did strike me as the cuddling type, but every time I tried to roll across the bed to escape the furnace, he tucked me right back against him. I lay for a few moments, keeping my body still while I try to pick up on any noise in the house, but it’s completely silent apart from August’s soft snores behind me. It’s another few minutes before pain spreads through my lower belly and takes my breath away. Oh no. As quickly and quietly as I can, I pry myself from his grip and scurry across the room, not bothering to pick up my robe from the floor on my way back to my bedroom. I stop in the doorway and lean against the frame, pain radiating down to the tops of my thighs and taking my breath away. I’ve always had bad periods.

Ever since my first one when I was twelve. Most months, I spend two or three days in my room feeling sorry for myself because I physically cannot get out of bed, and by the way the cramps take hold, this one doesn’t seem any different. I must have lost track of my cycle since being here, but the arrival of my period does allow me to breathe a little easier. Although anything can happen, it’s unlikely I would get pregnant at this point in my cycle. If nothing else, I need to find a way to get on birth control without August knowing it, even if it only buys me a few months. I’m not ready to be a mother, and I’m certainly not ready to bring a child into the world while we’re at this impasse. We’re still trying to find a way to make things work, and for the most part, I’m still pushing him away every chance I get. Why would I want to bring a baby into a situation like that? I do feel comforted by his promise to never raise a hand to me, which means he probably won’t kill me when my usefulness expires.so the deal with my father wasn't a total waste

It may be naive of me to believe him, but there was something in his tone that told me he was being sincere, and it gave me the opportunity to rest.

“The reason I tell you this, Bee, is because I need you to understand that while I am a monster, I am not the same as my father and uncles. I do not enjoy hurting women, and I’ve gone to great lengths to bring us together. I would not do anything to jeopardize that, and I will never lay a hand on you in anger.”

I burst into my bathroom and quickly slammed the door behind me, turning the lock immediately. I’m sure there’s a camera in here somewhere, but the illusion of privacy is enough for me right now. And if August decides he wants to get nosey, it’ll be his fault when he sees something he isn’t ready for. Another cramp hits me just as I lower myself onto the tiled floor by the toilet, the pain so intense it makes my stomach protest painfully. I’ve done this enough times to know the throwing up isn’t far away.

My hands fall to my lower stomach and tears escape the corners of my eyes. I need to put some clothes on, but the cool tiles on my overheated skin is like heaven. Plus, I’m not sure I can get up off the ground without assistance, and I’m sure as hell not allowing August to see me like this. When I’m sure my stomach isn’t about to lurch its way up my throat, I crawl across the tiles to a stash of underwear I hid in here so I didn’t have to get dressed in a room I knew had cameras. Now I know all of them do, it seems redundant, but at least it’s handy in times like this. Next I make my way to the vanity, praying that whoever stocked it had the foresight to prepare for menstruation, and breathe a sigh of relief when a box of tampons catches my eye. Oh, thank God. The thought that I may have to ask the scary Mafia man, who has killed more people than I’ve probably met in my life, to go to the store and buy them makes me blush and scoff at the same time. Lord have mercy on the shop assistant that would have had to assist him. Before I can force myself to my feet to take care of business, the sound of my name booming down the hallway startles me. I don’t want him to see me like this, not when we’ve just started to find our way. But if I don’t answer him, it will only end badly for me. “I’m in here,” I groan, not sure my voice will carry through the door and into the hallway. Hot tears stream down my cheeks as my body begins to heave.

There’s nothing in my stomach, between everything that happened before August and I fell into bed and slept the day away. I never had a chance to eat anything, but that doesn’t stop my body from trying to expel the contents of my stomach. The door handle moves, but the lock doesn’t allow him to get any further, and a loud knock ricochets off the tiles. “Bee! Why is this door locked?” he demands, his voice full of anger. I’m sure he thinks I’m hiding from him, hiding from how vulnerable we were with one another. “I’m sick. Go back to bed.” I barely manage to get the words out before my body heaves out nothing but clear bile. There’s silence for a moment and I almost think he’s doing as I asked, but when the sound of metal on metal fills the room, I realize I’m about to have company. “Please don’t come in here, August,” I pleaded. Instead of a response, the door swings open, and a very naked August meets my gaze. I must look at a sight. Hunched over the toilet, naked, with tears streaming down my face as I clutch my stomach. He takes me in for only a moment before he’s kneeling on the tiles beside me. “What’s wrong?” His eyes are gentle as he gathers my hair in his fist and pulls me back into his hard body. His warmth comforts my shivering body, and I can’t help but relax back into him. I shake my head. This is mortifying. As if being taken by the enemy isn’t bad enough, I’ve then proceeded to start to like him, and now I have to talk about my period? Absolutely not. I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a wooden spoon.

August tenses at my silence, but his hold on me remains soft. He doesn’t strike me as someone who has ever looked after someone like this, but he’s surprisingly good at it. “I need you to tell me what’s going on, Bee. I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.” “You can’t fix it anyway,” I croak right before another cramp grabs hold and a spasm shoots down my leg. “I’ll burn the entire world down for you, Bee . I can have a doctor here in ten minutes, but I need to know what they’re treating to make sure I get the right one.” His words are strained, and I almost wonder if he’s struggling to see me in so much pain. The man who causes grievous bodily harm and murders people for a living, doesn’t like seeing me like this, and that makes my heart do a flip in my chest. “A doctor can’t do anything for me. Plenty have tried, but this is just how it is.” The admission only makes me feel sorrier for myself. This has happened every month for the last thirteen years, and no medication, or birth control, has even begun to mellow out the symptoms, some of them even made them worse.

August lets out a breath and nods against my back. “Your period.” It’s not a question and I almost roll my eyes at myself. Of course he knows. Of course the man who has stalked me for the last decade knows about my long sordid history with every doctor in the city. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, and yet it does. “Yes,” I murmured . Silence falls over us, and I find myself relaxing more and more into his warmth. August brings a sense of calm to my usually active mind, and it’s nice to lean into the quiet for a little while, especially as my body revolts against itself. “Are you still feeling sick?” August asks quietly, his breath whispering across my bare shoulder. I’d all but forgotten I’m naked because he’s been keeping me warm. “No.” I shake my head, barely able to move even to do that. “Let’s get you in the shower. The warmth might help.” He stands carefully, never allowing my body to leave his, before lifting us both from the ground altogether.

The moment my eyes lock with a small patch of blood on the pail white tiles, my entire body heats with embarrassment. I’ve never been more mortified than I am right now, and I’ve done some pretty embarrassing things that have ended up on the front page of the New York Times. August’s gaze follows mine and a chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Little Honey bee, I kill people for a living. Do you really think a little blood is going to gross me out?” “It’s different,” I mutter to him. He uses his free hand to tip my chin up until my eyes meet his. “No, it’s not. It’s natural, and you don’t have to hide these things from me. We’re a partnership, and if one of us is in pain, or not feeling well, the other is always going to want to help in any way they can. If that means I have to clean up a little bit of blood, so be it. I’d do it a thousand times over if it meant it would help you.” I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out. I’m completely speechless. No man has ever been willing to use the word ‘period’ around me, let alone buy sanitary items or even see me naked during that time of the month, and yet August takes it in his stride, and more than that, he wants to help. He wants to make me feel better while I’m at my lowest, and as if it were ice in a river, some of my resolve to hate the man who has taken me from my life cracks. August Walker is nothing like the man I thought he would be, and I’m beginning to think that maybe he was right. Maybe ten years ago when he saw me across a crowded room and decided that someday I would be his, perhaps he was right about it all. Because if I’m honest with myself, my heart is starting to beat in time with his cold, dead one.

August’s POV

Scooping my sweet little honey bee into my arms as I walked her into the shower and turned the water on and watched as the steams billowed out the top. Sitting her on the built-in bench as I grabbed her lofa and her body wash and began to wash her up. She tries to stop me but i shove her hands away “Bee, let me do this” she sneers at me before leaning her head back as i was the trickle of blood from her legs. Cleaning her up, I stand to tower over her tiny frame “Take all the time you need, I’ll be right back.” she nodded as I closed the shower door behind me. Going over to the closet, i pull out the mattress protector and extra sheets, i throw on some grey sweatpants and head down stairs, i toss her pjs into the dryer to get warm and i cut up some strawberries, for her, i sweet snack but not a heavy one and made her a cup of peppermint tea for the nausea. The timer for the dryer goes off, I pull out the stuff and head back up stairs, “Bee” I called as I made my way into her room. “I'm leaving pjs for you on the sink” i heard a soft thank you as i close the door with a soft click, making my way over to the bed, I take the heating pad, turning it on for her, and pulling back the blankets, i set the plate of fruit off to the side of the bed as the bathroom door opens and the steam billows out.

I walked over and scooped her up, as she protested and beat her small hand against my chest, i climbed into bed with her and position her on my lap and drape the heating pad over her, and gave her the cup of peppermint tea “For the nausea” she nodded and took a small sip, then leaned back and sighed. Placing kisses along her hair line and down the side of her head, i turned on her favorite movie, she snuggled up close at set her tea down, picking at the strawberries i brought up for her, within 20 minutes of the movie, she was passed out softly snoring on my chest. Reaching over and turning off the lights, I pull her further down into the blankets and just watch my little honey bee sleep, like I've done so many times.

#henry cavill characters #august walker #august walker imagines #henrycavill smut #henry cavill imagine

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gyubby99 · 2 months ago

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@disneyanddisneyships am I… writing a fic?

If mal knew somewhere to spend her time at when she’s feeling down, it would be husk’s bar counter. She had been getting along with the crew just fine but husk is the one of the only people who didn’t mind listening to her problems. Other people have other shit to deal with.

Especially Lilly, now. She had just been dating Alastor for a few weeks and Mal couldn’t help but feel a little.. well, she would never admit this to anyone else— lonely. The toll Elise had taken on her life hit her like an entire boulder. She couldn’t explain why it was hard to deal with this time especially when moving on was always easy for her.

“Fall inlove with being loved, not the person” she would always say to herself in order to avoid getting hurt, but E was different. She’d been outsmarted.

Mal shook the thoughts away as she glumly sits onto one of The chairs. “The usual, please.”

Husk turned around. “Hm,” he started pouring her a glass. “Drinkin just to get fucked up, or is somethin bothering you?”

Mal groans. “Both.”

“And what would that be?” He asks as he hands her the glass.

“Just-…” Mal sighs. “Lilly.”

“Something happened between you two?” Husk asks.

“No..” she takes a sip. “It’s just that she’s.. a little.. preoccupied nowadays..?”

“Elaborate.” He responded.

She fell silent for a while, thinking about how she can put her thoughts into words. “.. I called her because I wanted to hang out today, but.. she told me she was on a date with Alastor. I think she could sense my feelings before I hung up but.. I don’t know.. it’s the fifth time this week that she’s done that..”

“And.. why is that a bad thing?” He asks

“It’s not! I just..” she took a breath. “… I don’t know what I’m feeling.. I thought I was doing fine all by myself. I thought I was fine with being like this..” she took another sip of her drink, feeling her frustration running through her entire body. “But.. that’s because I had Lilly to spend time with me. I’m never lonely when I’m with her. Now she couldn’t do that anymore because she’s got a boyfriend keeping her all busy.”

Husk goes back to cleaning bottles, listening to her rant.

“I guess.. no matter what.. ultimately we end up all alone. I know Lilly can spend her time with whoever she wants but.. I feel like I’m attached to her somehow. She’s all I’ve ever truly known… ever since we were kids.. she was my only friend in the world. I don’t know what I am without her. It feels like everything I have.. everything I am is because of her. I know people at the hotel are only nice to me because I’m Lilly’s friend. I know I’m not as good at making friends as her. I know that.. I just-.. I don’t know how to exist outside of her world. I could live in it by now. I’m in this hotel because Lilly wanted me to. I stopped doing stupid shit for her sake. And everytime she says we can’t go out like we used to I feel like such a terrible person because it sounds like I want her all to myself! I don’t! I..” she paused, taking a few breaths to calm herself down before chugging the entire glass.

“I just don’t want to be alone.. but.. I don’t want the same thing that happened with E to happen again.. a fling usually helps but.. that’s when I’m dealing with exes. But Lilly..” she lets out a breath. “Lilly..” she buries her head in her hands.

At that moment husk wanted to say something. Something to comfort her, or an advice to help her get through what she’s dealing with. But he also felt something in his gut that told him she had more to say.

“When I’m with her I feel like a different person. I usually have those voices telling me I’ll never amount to anything.. but when she looks at me.. they automatically disappear. When I see her smile.. I don’t care much about what the world thinks of me. Her existence makes hell feel like heaven. She knows what a shitty person I am. She knows how much of a wreck I am, but she still smiles at me. She still holds my hand. She still calls me Mal.” She smiles softly, though only for a moment before her forehead lands on her palm. She chuckled.

“She still calls me Mal.” She sighs. “Anyone can make me feel wanted, but it’s one thing to feel loved. Nothing can fill the void she’s slowly leaving on me.”

“Sounds like you’re inlove with her.” Husk broke his silence in an attempt to make a joke.

“It’s nothing like that!!” She says in a defensive tone. “I just want to hang out with my best friend!”

“If I wanted to hang out with my best friend, I would ask them to, not perform an entire speech at a bar.”

“She’s with her boyfriend!!”

“I would’ve understood.”

Mal groans, causing husk to chuckle in amusement.

“Look, kid. All I can tell you is to talk to her about how you really feel. Go out there, find people you can have genuine relationships with, platonic or not. They don’t necessarily need to replace Aponi. If they turn out to be an asshole, then fuck ‘em. You always have a hotel to come home to and a bartender to talk to. Charlie may be a bit naive about some things, but she’s passionate, and she cares about every single soul in this hotel. Angel doesn’t seem so bad when you get to know him deep enough. Vaggie might be a little uptight but she’d make a damn good companion, even though sometimes she sucks at her job. Alastor, well.. he’s not very friendly. He’s a little lighter towards women, though. And Niffty…” he starts massaging his temples. “It’ll take me my entire afterlife to figure her out.”

Mal smiles, and it wasn’t a small one. Her smile reached her ears, and she clearly had been comforted by his words. She knew she came to the right place.

“Thanks, husk.”

~~~~~

Bonus:

Charlie: (she eavesdropped) *gasps* I didn’t know mal felt that way! Husk must be a really good listener! She never tells anyone that stuff!

Vaggie: yeah.. still offended about him saying I sucked.

Charlie: aw, don’t let him get to you, hon! To me, you’re the best guard of the hotel!

Vaggie: *chuckles* Ofcourse you think that way

Charlie: I do! *starts thinking to herself* hm.. but she’s also inlove with Aponi!

Vaggie: we’re not sure of that

Charlie: I am! Did you hear the way she talked about her?? That was so romantic! *dramatically falls into vaggie’s arms* Unrequited love is hard!!

Vaggie: uhh hon—

Charlie: I know what we should do!!

Vaggie: …. Get aponi and mal to date?

Charlie: No! We have an entire “Mal appreciation” program where we write her heartfelt messages and then she’ll talk to us about her feelings!

Vaggie: are you sure it’s that easy?

Charlie: no, but I wanna try! I wanna show her that we’re not nice to her because she’s Aponi’s friend. We’re nice to her because she’s OUR friend, and we care about her whether Aponi’s involved or not!

Vaggie: Mal’s not exactly the type of person to enjoy all that spotlight on her..

Charlie: but.. I want to do this thing for her. I don’t want any of my guests to feel left out!

Vaggie: what if this doesn’t work?

Charlie: thenn.. we go and apologize to her for making her uncomfortable. But you have to trust me on this one, Vaggie.. I really just-… I want to make her feel welcome.

Vaggie: *sighs, pulling Charlie close to her* Alright..

Charlie: yay! *kisses her on her left eye*

#which could mean nothing #aponi wings #mallory #malaponi #oc x canon #gay people are so fucking extra

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aziraphales-library · 2 years ago

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Hi! I’m planning to go on a binge read once this term of uni ends and im stacking up on christmas related fics. So far, I’ve only gotten around to bookmarking two. May I ask for some suggestions?

Hello! We have a lot of asks, so this is only getting answered now, a couple of months after christmas, i'm afraid. We do have a bunch of fics on our #christmas tag that folks can check any time. Here are some more to add to the collection...

Mistletoe and wine by HolRose (T)

Crowley is just settling into life post-failed apocalypse when he receives an invitation to the annual Heaven and Hell Christmas party. It turns out Aziraphale has one too, and makes a plea for Crowley’s help with a particular assignment he has been given. Crowley, of course, can’t help getting involved even if he does put a little demonic ‘spin’ in more than one sense of the word, on the assistance he decides upon giving.

When The Lights Go Out by Sleepless_TurtleBoy (M)

“Look at this one dearest. Absolutely stunning.” Aziraphale’s eyes sparkled as he took in the changing colours, the inflatable reindeer, and the lit-up candy canes that were stuck in the ground. Children were running around pointing at the lights as they flickered into a new colour, and their parents were smiling brightly as they took it in. Most couples were holding hands or had some form of skinship happening. It honestly made Aziraphale feel like he was missing out. Crowley was right there. Right next to him. But he wouldn’t want to hold the angel’s hand. That’d be absurd.

While Aziraphale is setting up for Christmas in his bookshop, Crowley is making plans for a temptation. He'd like to get it over and done with, but it'd be easier with a helping hand. He turns to Aziraphale with a brief explanation, and the angel agrees without much hesitation. What could possibly go wrong?

The Christmas Party by LadyMango (M)

Two strangers meet at a Christmas party. Neither of them got the memo that it was no longer fancy dress.

The Christmas Wedding Scammer by Aracloptia (T)

“And - thank you for saying yes on such short notice! I tried to plan the thing myself, but … sometimes you actually do need help, right?” “Yeah”, Crowley mumbled, grabbing his phone to write down the name of the restaurant. “Yeah, absolutely.”

“That’s what everyone kept telling me; it’s always better with a wedding planner. I guess I should have listened earlier.”

“Er”, Crowley said. “Did you say-“

“Anyway, I have another call to make! I have to fire the costumer, the dress we agreed on turned out horrendous. Hey, in the future that’ll be your job! But I’ll do it just this once. See you tomorrow! And please bring suggestions for the bridal wear. Bye!”

“Hold o-”

The famous wedding planner Antonio Cowley is retired, sworn to never plan a wedding again. Perhaps the right sum of money can persuade him?

He is not to be mixed up with out-of-business Anthony J. Crowley, former florist, currently unemployed.

OR: In which Crowley accidentally becomes a wedding planner.

You're All I Want For Christmas by theshoparoundthecorner (G)

"Soho was uncharacteristically empty. As the wind calmed a bit, the streets were as quiet as the snow that fell upon them, not a single person in sight.

A good thing, too. No one should be caught dead in this weather.

The bookshop was wonderfully empty, and Aziraphale had spent the whole day doing as he pleased, knowing the weather would deter potential customers from sticking their noses in. Sure enough, he hadn’t had one person come in to bother him. He had been completely alone with his books all day, free to read, and watch the snow, and not worry about anyone dropping by unexpectedly.

But that thought didn’t thrill him as much as it usually would.

It was Christmas Eve. And he was alone.

Aziraphale didn’t mind being alone. In fact, he rather enjoyed it.

But tonight felt different. Tonight, as he had sat down for his annual re-read of 'A Christmas Carol', a melancholic feeling had washed over him, like he was meant to be doing something else at the moment. That was absurd, of course, he hadn’t made any particular plans, but something just felt…wrong.

Someone was missing."

Five Times Aziraphale and Crowley almost spent Christmas together, and one time they did.

Turning Page by Beckers522 (T)

Alone on Christmas Eve and finding himself in bad spirits, Crowley has a bit too much to drink and wakes up to find Santa Claus inside his house. What follows is a series of meetings one year after the next as the two slowly come to learn more about each other and eventually fall in love. But Crowley is human and his visitor is far from it. They come from two very different worlds with every odd stacked against them. Can they figure out how to cross the distance between them and find a way to finally be together?

Based on the Norway Postal Christmas Commercial (When Harry met Santa).

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #christmas #mod d

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bullet-prooflove · 4 months ago

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Follow That Beat Prompt List

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

She was sitting in another man’s pick up truck, kissing him on the mouth

He’s as tough as the tattoos up his right arm

He hides his heart and hurt because he kinda had to

I’ve run too many miles trying to ride out all the sadness

Oh, there was Heaven in your eyes

Shot guns and roses

Confident sexy in the heels you walking in

Ain't afraid to take chances And wears her heart on her sleeve

But if you see her tonight she’ll be flirting with Jack

you're my favorite kind of night

Every time I see you lying next to me in this room I stop and thank the good lord for blessing me with you

Hold me close and I won't leave

I bet you love me more after that first fuck

The way that she drives me wild

I’ve talked him down from getting in a fight or two

Everything's alright when She calls me back,

I know I've waited so long to tie the knot But better late than not

But I can't stop the rush And I can't give you up

He stands his ground, he’s as stubborn as the weeds in the back yard

The daylight holds you close, but tonight you are mine

Growing up he had to go where the wind blew

When she gets that come-get-me look in her eyes

Got me pulling on your hair

So I love when you call unexpected

Don't turn off the lights (lights)Can we try something new?

Timid girl black dress with hair tied back

Teddy bears and "I'm sorry" letters

I'd be kicking myself if I didn't get one knee Give you this diamond ring

Wanna be in love but I can’t get close to anybody

You know our love would be tragic

I'd be the happiest man in the world to call ya mine

If I was here I would damn sure hate me

Somethin' 'bout you Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't

Look at me and don't you lie

I’m afraid you’ll walk away when the tears start running, but I hope not.

It's harder than I thought to tell the truth

I just fuck you and leave

Destiny called as we locked into each other's eyes

And you're all about the chase But you won't ever let me catch you

Don't bury me alive

All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God Don't you stop

Fate told me woman like you are one of a kind

Girl my eyes rose and my heart dropped to the floor The second you walked through that door

Do you lie awake restless?

I know that you want me to stay with you, but no

I ain't a stranger to the foreplay

Taking control of this kind of moment

Maybe I can drive ya home

She can't help but amaze me

I can feel your body trembling Don't worry, I'ma give it all to you

Cause I've been looking for a woman like you for quite some time

I fell in love with the Devil And now I'm in trouble

Made my decision to test my limits

Realizin', shouldn't have let you go

Gentle love but touch passionately

I took a good thing and turned into goodbye

die while saving you

You lose your friends, you lose your wife

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blackberrysummerblog · 2 years ago

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For WIP Wednesday I thought I’d post a scene from a Snowbaz AU I’ve been writing where the Crucible marries mages rather than assigning roommates. Simon and Baz are 20 and were surprise!married by the Crucible a short while before this snippet is set. Baz has been trying to keep an emotional distance because he still believes he and the Mage’s Heir are meant to kill each other, but he’s not managing it so well, as can be seen here when Simon tries to sneak an illicit midnight snack :P

Simon

I spy the butter and have it out before I even know what I’m thinking. In the group homes I used to spoon great mounds of it into my mouth whenever I was the first one down to breakfast and there was no one to see me embarrassing myself; I’m never the first one awake in the House of Pitch, but now it’s late and there’s no one in the kitchen. Working fast, I peel back the foil and take an enormous bite. It’s heaven: relief floods through me as tension I didn’t know I’d been carrying releases. Baz’s family has the best-tasting butter ever.

I jump at the loud groan behind me. “Please tell me you’re sleepwalking, Snow,” Baz says from across the kitchen, and I hastily shove the butter back on its shelf, my cheeks burning. There’s going to be teeth prints in it for sure; maybe I can sneak back down and slice off the ruined bit before his family finds out. There’s no way I’m here only a week and don’t get blamed for the sudden appearance of bite marks in the butter—come to that, I wouldn’t put it past Baz’s father to obtain my dental records if I denied it.

Baz shoulders me away from the still open refrigerator and takes the butter out; I want to die. Maybe I should pretend I was sleepwalking. “Baz, I—”

He shakes his head at me and steps over to the counter, slicing away the bitten chunk with a knife. Wordlessly, he holds it out, waving his hand at me when I hesitate. “Snow,” he says softly, no trace of accusation in his voice.

“I know I’m revolting,” I mutter, humiliation scalding my face and down my neck to my chest. Baz wags his hand again and when I step nearer him, he holds the piece of butter to my lips.

“Have it,” he says. “Do you think you’d like some toast? I was going to make myself a piece anyway.”

I take the butter but don’t put it in my mouth. “Baz.”

“What?” He’s opening a loaf of bread and taking out two slices. He glances up at me, but when I don’t say anything, he turns to the toaster. I hastily shove the pat of butter into my cheek and wipe my fingers against my pajama bottoms. I can’t help staring at Baz’s back. Even tired and mussed from sleep, he’s a sight to behold. He doesn’t belong with a mess like me.

“I’m sorry about the butter,” I say when he turns back to face me.

Baz winces. “Don’t apologize to me for what you like to eat, Simon,” he says. He looks almost pained.

“You don’t think it’s disgusting?”

Suddenly, his expression shifts. “Taking on a block of butter as though it were a chocolate bar, Snow?—it’s absolutely shocking. But you,”—Baz grabs me by the waist and sweeps me up onto the counter, how is he this strong—“are absolutely adorable.” He kisses the tip of my nose.

“Baz!” Bracing my hand against his chest, I push him back to look properly into his face. He’s laughing, and Merlin, he’s gorgeous. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” His hands curl around my jaw, thumbs tracing slow, small circles against the side of my face. “Snow, when we’re old and fat and have troublingly high cholesterol levels, I’ll worry about your butter-snarfing habits. Right now you can eat a block a day and I’ll fight anyone who gives you guff about it, all right?”

The toast pops. Baz spreads a thick layer of butter over each piece and hands me one, a little smile playing around his mouth as I take a huge bite. “I told you I grew up in group homes,” I say while chewing, watching Baz nibble the corner of his toast. He nods. “You’d never make it taking your time like that,” I add, shoveling the rest of my toast into my mouth.

“Had to be fast, did you?” Baz breaks his toast in the middle and hands me half.

“There just wasn’t ever enough, really. Definitely nothing nice like what we got at Watford, or like you have here.”

Baz tilts his head and breaks his toast in two again when I finish. He passes me half of his half. “What we have here. It’s yours now, too, Snow-Pitch.”

I stuff the toast in my mouth and wave my hand as he breaks his piece again. “Don’t. I’ve eaten all your toast.”

“You can always eat all my toast.” Smiling, Baz pushes the piece into my hand and pops the last remaining crumbs into his mouth. “Do you want any more?”

I shake my head slowly. I hadn’t expected him to understand about the homes, but he caught on right away. He’s smart—so smart, how would I ever have defeated him? (And what if I still have to try? I don’t want to, even if all of magic depended on it.)

“Come on, then,” Baz says, taking my hand and tugging me down onto my feet. He’s pressed against me, holding me pinned against the counter, and I risk skating my hands up along his sides. I wish...I don’t know what I wish. When I meet his eyes, he’s just looking at me. Seeing me. It’s a little terrifying.

Baz

He looks terrified. I back away reluctantly (I want to kiss him. He’ll taste like butter and toast and only everything I’ve ever wanted) and return the butter block to the fridge. There’s more than enough left for breakfast, and the children prefer clotted cream, anyway.

Snow is quiet on the way back upstairs, although he holds my hand as he leads the way. Maybe he’s embarrassed about showing me so much of himself. I turn an image over in my mind: the rolly, dirt-faced urchin I’d seen years ago in oversized hand-me-downs, staring at all the pastries he wanted and couldn’t have. I didn’t know what want looked like, then; how could I have?—no. I did know, but not in the same ways as Simon. I wanted my mother back, the grief so sharp and slicing on some days that I thought the vampires must have left their teeth in me. I wanted comfort, though Fiona tried hard to pick up the slack from my father, and later on there was Daphne, doing her best. And then I wanted Snow, an ache that still breaks me open and turns me in on myself almost constantly.

I didn’t want for the basics, though, and I was well-cared for. Simon was emotionally deprived, and had to worry about keeping body and soul together on top of it. I think about the butter, the sheer caloric heft of it; his body instinctively craved it to ensure he had enough fat and calories to survive, and now it’s a comfort, a coping mechanism. Does he need to cope, here? Does he feel alone?

“Simon,” I say outside our bedroom door, and he lets me cup his face in my hands. (I shouldn’t kiss him here; there’s never any telling where Mordelia is).

“Yeah?”

I don’t know. I never don’t know what to say, but I don’t know now. That’s what this tawny-skinned nightmare does to me. I kiss the mole just above his left eyebrow. “Nothing. Let’s get some sleep.”

Snow curls up in the middle of the bed, covers kicked off and one hand stretched out toward me. I trace around his fingers, touching the webbing of each and then stroking every one of his knuckles in turn. He makes a sound that might be my name, or nothing at all, just some little noise against the pillow, and I twine my fingers with his at last. Moments later, his heart rate slows and I hear him start to snore.

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