#mr ben x lydia

[tessa-quayle]

if you’ve seen Before Sunrise, there’s this exquisite scene early in the film where Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy are in a listening booth, headphones on, smiling and blushing and sneaking furtive glances at one another as the music plays.  it’s a master class in yearning and sweet sweet tension - this chapter takes all of that energy and takes it to the next level and relieves that fucking tension.

The tying-the-tie scene and what follows are 3-alarm erotic.  Ben and Lydia are fully clothed and it’s hotter than the filthiest smut you’d just read on your dash.

And when they finally do the deed?  I wept and smiled at how perfectly the scene played out: Ben as the consent KING, the self-effacing humor, the awkwardness, Lydia’s self doubt and insecurities (I want to give her a hug and tell her she is ALL of us), the sexual hunger and that giddiness - all beautifully portrayed and a fucking journey.

I'll confess, I’m a bitchy snob, I’m at a place in my life where I don’t have a lot of time to indulge in something just for myself, and when I do, I'm glad there’s a fic like this on this goddamn app to let me escape and grin like an idiot.  ❤️

the real MVP of this chapter: that tie.  😎

Visiting - Chapter 7: Forget Who We Are

(Moodboard by the wonderful @cutesyscreenname)

Pairing: Professor!Ben (College AU) x OFC Lydia/fem!Reader (reader POV/2nd POV)

Summary: Seeking a change of scenery after her life falls apart, Lydia crosses the Atlantic and arrives in a small New England town, to spend a year expanding her intellectual horizons as a visiting professor of art history at a small liberal arts college. Her growing friendship with Ben Morales, professor of Hispanic literature, forces Lydia to confront the fallout from her past - and raises unexpected questions about the future.

Chapter summary: As the semester winds to a close, and Lydia and Ben prepare to go their separate ways for the holidays, it's time to face facts about what happened at Thanksgiving - and indulge in some holiday cheer.

Word Count: 11.4k (it's worth it)

Rating: Explicit (MDNI; 18+) - for real.

Content (chapter specific): Smut; Professor Ben College AU; smaller-than-usual-for-this-fandom age gap (Lydia turns 42, and Ben is 47); canon is not a thing here; slow burn; idiots-to-lovers; fingering; oral sex (F and M receiving); praise kink; tongue-in-cheek size kink; discussions of sexual health and explicit consent; Ben and Lyd are consent masters; safe but technically unprotected PiV sex (talk about it first, people); creampie; strong language; alcohol consumption; weight and body insecurity; references to the holidays; did I mention the smut?; tiny bit of angst for good measure; smutty mcsmutterson.

A/N: The title of this chapter is taken from Father John Misty's song "Real Love Baby", which - to quote @julesonrecord - has become one of the songs for this pair of idiots as they come to terms with what they feel about each other. I listened to this a lot while drafting and writing this chapter.

I'd also recommend the classic "Fall at Your Feet" by Crowded House as a song with an appropriate vibe for this chapter. (God, I love this song so much.)

("Who knows where that might lead?" jeez alright Neil Finn hit me in the feels, why don't you?)

I'm so grateful for all the love I've had for this story and for this pair. Every comment and reblog and ask is a little lift to my soul (I mean that!)

And I'm extra pleased to be posting this important chapter this week, given that OG SNL Ben, the character that got into my head and made me think "imagine that man as a college professor of literature", is technically now Emmy-nominated.

They're idiots, the love might be requited, but they still have a long way to go, trust me.

Further A/N after the chapter to avoid spoilers.

See the Series Masterlist for an outline of Lydia's story and background.

Cross-posting to AO3 (got delayed this week because of The Attack!)

Thanks, as ever, to @lunapascal and @julesonrecord for loving Bendie as much as I do, and for being patient sounding boards as I work out how to tell this vital part of their story.

Taglist: @lunapascal, @julesonrecord, @cutesyscreenname, @tessa-quayle, @vermillionwinter, @iamskyereads, @tieronecrush, @perennialdoll247, @love-the-abyss, @imaswellkid, @intheorangebedroom, @javierisms, @fuckyeahdindjarin, @littlemisspascal, @khindahra, @pedrostories, @readingiskeepingmegoing, @ruebyretro, @rhoorl

“So you’re in at what time tomorrow?”

“It’s not tomorrow, mom, it’s the day after tomorrow. Actually, it might be the day after the day after tomorrow with the time difference? Let me check, I’ll confirm later.”

You’re discussing the final arrangements for your flight home for the holidays with your mother by phone, while simultaneously checking over your end-of-semester to-do list. 

There’s always a certain giddiness in the air - tempered with panic, as everyone tries to get as much work as possible wrapped up - as the first semester winds to a close for the winter holidays and the student body starts to thin out, and Barrow is no exception. All that’s left on the calendar are two events, happening tomorrow: the Founders’ Luncheon, a formal event considered a vital part of the college’s fundraising activity; and - much more importantly, from a faculty staff perspective - the informal annual staff holiday party, held in the evening. 

You zone out a little as your mother starts telling you how busy she is with the preparations for the holidays. Looking through the glass panel in your door, you see a familiar figure standing further down the hallway, glasses dangling from his mouth as he opens his office door while juggling a stack of books. 

A little smile creeps across your face, but there’s an ache in your chest: yearning tempered with uncertainty. You haven’t actually seen Ben in person since Thanksgiving. He’d been away at a big comparative literature conference in the south, and by the time he’d got back you were leaving for New York, where you were speaking at a week-long conference on eighteenth-century art. 

You’d been in touch, though. While you were both away, you kept up the constant back-and-forth of messages that you’d grown used to over the last couple of months, a steady stream of jokes and gifs and selfies and commentary on everything: from the books you were reading to the shows you were watching, to the most mundane, everyday experiences. 

Well, almost everything. In all of those exchanges, neither of you had ever brought up Thanksgiving, or the accidental, sort-of “kiss” that had haunted your dreams and fantasies over the last couple of weeks.

Ben turns just as he’s about to go into his office. He smiles, raises a hand, and gives you a little wave

“Hey there, stranger.”

He’s there at your door, a mug of coffee in each hand, as usual, and a soft, if nervous, smile on his face. 

“Hey stranger, yourself.” You take your coffee gratefully and sit back in your desk chair. “Why does it feel like I haven’t seen you in forever?”

Ben shrugs and leans against the doorframe. “Conferences, travel - and I guess it feels longer because we’ve seen each other pretty much every workday, right?” He takes a substantial sip from his mug, and looks at you. “I can’t stay, I’ve got a supervision meeting, but, um, how have you been? How was the conference?”

You throw your head back and flail your hands excitedly. “Oh my god, it was amazing! Full disclosure - I might have skipped the occasional session because I was in New fucking York. But it was so worth it. And the paper seemed to go well, so - all good. How was yours?”

He exhales and shakes his head, rolling his eyes for comic effect. “The paper was a rushed job, I was basically in a hotel in Louisiana for four days, my daily treat was a trip to the CVS across the road, as you know - but yeah, the discussions were good, the work was interesting…” He raises an eyebrow and smiles mischievously. “Still - clearly I should have become an art historian purely for the conference locations.”

Neither of you seems willing - or able - to bring up the elephant in the room. Perhaps you just didn’t need to talk about it. You’d both seemed surprised by the “kiss”. You both seemed to understand it as unintentional. Maybe further discussion was unnecessary. 

You reach into your desk drawer to retrieve a pack of luridly-frosted holiday cookies. “Hey, take a couple of these for that meeting. You need the extra sugar and artificial ingredients to get you to the end of the semester.” 

Ben’s face lights up. He walks over to the desk and takes two of the cookies, holding them in his big palm carefully. “Damn right I do.” He looks down at you, and you feel the smile spreading across your face at the sight of those eyes at close quarters. 

You take a deep breath. “Ben, I -”

A knock at your office door, still ajar. To your surprise, it’s David.

“Hi Lyd, hi Ben - I’m not interrupting, am I?”

“Not at all,” Ben reassures him. “I was just leaving.” He turns back to face you before he leaves the office. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Lyddie, at the luncheon?” 

You nod. “And the holiday party. For god’s sake, don’t forget about the party or Susan might kill you.”

He grins, pats David on the shoulder, and wanders down the hall to his office. David closes your office door and sits in the chair in front of your desk.

You extend the pack of cookies towards him. “Help yourself and try not to think about the amount of edible glitter involved. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

David gingerly picks up a cookie shaped like a snowman. “I’ve been up with Evan this week, and realised I wouldn’t see you before you go home,” he explains, nibbling a little of his cookie. “I wanted to call by and wish you safe travels and happy holidays.”

Before you can start to return the sentiment he puts up a hand, gently. 

“There is something else. Lydia, can I say something to you? Between us. It will never leave this room.”

You shift in your chair. “Sure, of course - oh shit. Is… is Evan okay?”

David smiles and nods, reassuring you. “He’s fine. It’s not about Evan, actually. It’s about you.” 

You feel your eyebrows shoot upwards. 

“Well, really… it’s about you. And Ben.”

Oh, fuck. Fuck. 

You get a sudden, strong memory of David in the cab on the night of your birthday drinks, looking at you intently as Evan confirmed that Ben was single, contrary to Amy’s rumour mongering. 

What did he know?

“Oh, okay. Okay.”

“I don’t know how else to put this, Lyd, but I think that man - I think Ben has feelings for you. Strong feelings.”

You feel your face heat and your mouth start to dry up. There might even be tears pricking your eyes. You try as best you can to control your breathing.

“David, no. I don’t think so. He’s never done anything to suggest otherwise, and he’s had the chance, so -”

David tilts his head to one side, his eyes kind and serious. 

“Lydia, I’m a theatre scholar. I study bodies and expressions for a living. I know what’s real, and I know what’s performed. And I’ve seen you two together enough, and heard each of you talk about the other enough times, to know that he has real feelings for you.” He looks at you intently. “And… to be fairly certain that you have feelings for Ben, too.”

The pricking sensation has turned to real tears, rolling heavy and slow down your cheeks.

“Please, please don’t tell Evan.”

David crosses to your side of the desk and wraps an arm around you. “It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay.” He hugs you as you protest that Ben just wants to be your friend, that he couldn’t possibly want someone like you, and then pulls away, looking at you face on.

“All that might be true. Maybe. But…just see. See what happens if you let the light in, just a little. You might be surprised.”

Before you leave work that evening, you pop into the main faculty office, a small, festively-wrapped parcel in your hands. Susan barely notices you pass, wrapped up in counting glasses and bottles of wine for the party the next day.

You scan the rows of cubbyholes, each one labelled in alphabetical order for a staff member, until you find it: 

B.E. Morales

You place the little parcel on top of a couple of academic publisher catalogues, addressed to Ben. 

A couple of rows above his, you notice something in your own mailbox: a gift box with a Post-It on top. 

Another explanatory Post-It, you think, placing the box in a tote bag.

A very small Christmas gift, if you have room in your suitcase. - B.

You bring it home and place it carefully in your hand luggage.

Your invite to the Founders’ Luncheon had arrived just before Thanksgiving: a small, gold-edged cream-coloured card with the event details printed on it in elegant black lettering. 

“Does everyone attend this?” you’d asked Susan, studying the invite carefully. 

She shook her head. “A select few. We usually nominate the visiting professor to attend, though - so be prepared to smile and gladhand anyone who looks like they might be willing to donate to support the diversity and inclusion project. Or maybe even a new wing for the library, if you’re extra convincing.”

You hummed thoughtfully, wondering what you could dredge up from your wardrobe that would be formal enough for the luncheon and still be appropriately festive for the party later the same day. 

“You’ll have at least one familiar face there, though,” Susan added, stacking a pile of freshly-copied course materials. “Ben’s been asked to deliver the address that kicks off proceedings - trying to get philanthropic support for the diversity stuff he’s been working on. He’s nervous as all hell about it - you can imagine - but I think he’ll be pleased to know he has you there for moral support.”

In the end, you’d plumped for a crimson vintage-style swing dress with three-quarter length sleeves and a cross-over neckline: demure enough to wear to the lunch and look like a Serious Intellectual, but ready to be dressed up with some well-chosen holiday accessories for the party later. 

Though Ani insisted it was nothing fancy, everyone seemed extremely excited for the holiday shindig: a gathering of colleagues in one of the bigger teaching rooms in the building, fuelled by eggnog, wine, and party food. You had already heard in detail about Evan’s carefully-curated playlists. It seemed like the perfect way to blow off a little steam after a busy semester.

The party was due to start about 5pm, but first there was a formal lunch to contend with. All morning, you’d been silently repeating ‘elevator pitches’ about your work, the importance of the progress already made in diversity and inclusion, and the resources the college needed to continue it. Visitor or not, you were ready to do your best with the wealthy donors who might write a fat cheque - and get a tax break in return. 

You’re running over the list of talking points in your head as you meander down the corridor on your way to your office, about an hour before the luncheon is due to begin. 

“Motherfucker!”

The loud swearing stops you in your tracks. His door is ajar. You knock lightly. 

“Come in.” Ben turns, sounding frustrated, but brightens and visibly relaxes when he realises it’s you. 

“Oh, hi Lyd! Sorry, I’m just…” He stops and runs his eyes over you from top to toe. “Wow, you look…great.”

You can feel your face burning, and try to deflect from his words. “So do you. I mean… you’re all fancy.”

He’s dressed more formally than you’ve ever seen before. A white button-down shirt, slim navy dress pants, black lace-up Oxfords. The collar of his shirt is turned up, and he’s holding the source of his irritation: a dark green tie.

Oh, fuck me. He looks so good.

He exhales sadly. “I can do this without a mirror - usually. But it’s like I can’t remember how to do it today, and I think I’m losing it.”

“Might also be because you’re thinking about the speech, no?” 

He sighs and looks a little sheepish. “You know me too well, Lyddie.” 

You feel heat spread at the nape of your neck. Pull yourself together. 

“Can I help at all? With the tie? I could act as your mirror, or help to get it right…”

His eyes light up and he drapes the tie around his neck again. “Oh, please? I need to run through the address one more time and I’m already late. Here: it’s probably quicker if you just do it for me at this stage.”

Oh. Oh, no.

Your instinctive need to help had overridden whether or not you could actually cope with this: physical proximity, first of all, but then having to tie Ben’s tie? With all the intimate domesticity it implied? It could end you there and then. 

You take a deep breath and move a little closer, taking each end of the tie in your hands. 

“I can literally do one knot, so I hope this is what you’re after,” you say, and he laughs lightly. You begin to knot his tie, muscle memory kicking in from your school days, when a tie was part of your convent school uniform. By necessity, you’ve had to edge closer still to him, and you can feel his dark eyes burning into you as he watches your fingers work. 

David’s words from the day before continue to run through your brain on a permanent loop. 

Let the light in, just a little. 

You look at Ben through your lashes, mouth drying and a telltale throb fluttering through your core. 

“Hope I’ve done this right. I’ll just adjust it and then I can take a picture so you can check.” You tighten the knot slightly and work it up towards the hollow of his neck, eyes trailing up to meet his gaze. 

Let the light in. 

You bring your hands up to fold down his collar and, almost without thinking, graze your fingertips off the grey patches that you love so much, just at the corners of his jaw. 

Ben closes his eyes for a moment, and you can see his breathing speeding up slightly. He swallows hard.

“I meant it.”

You fold down the collar and adjust the knot, praying that your heart will stop beating quite so quickly and that the ache between your legs will dissipate. Still, you don’t stop touching him, bringing your right hand to rest lightly on his chest, just over his heart.

“Meant what?”

He opens his eyes and looks at you. “I meant it. On Thanksgiving. I…meant to kiss you.”

Your eyes widen and your features soften in understanding. “Ohhhh.”

He brings one hand up and places it over yours. “I know you didn’t mean it, you went in for a kiss on the cheek and - I’m sorry, I just have to tell you, Lyd. I… I wanted to. And I should have kept kissing you, the way I wanted to.” 

With his free hand, he strokes your cheek with his long fingers, the warm span of his palm carefully cupping your jaw as if you’re the most delicate thing in the world. 

You smile shyly, reciprocating his gesture as you stroke your thumb along the scruff on his jaw. “I was going in for a kiss on the cheek…but I meant it, too. I wish I’d been braver that night.” You giggle. “And yes, you should definitely have kept kissing me.”

For an instant you remember the defences you’ve built up around yourself: around your heart and your soul. They were a protection and a comfort, a suit of armour deflecting even the slightest possibility of future pain and loss. You cannot be hurt or disappointed if you never expect anything. Never let anyone in.

But even the best armour is not completely impenetrable. The first weakness was exposed the day you realised what you actually felt for this man, even if you could barely admit it to yourself. 

Smiling softly, Ben drops his arm to your waist to pull you close to him, continuing to caress your cheek with his free hand. “You…you’re so beautiful. I…”

His tongue darts fleetingly across his lips, as if he’s looking at a delicious morsel, and it’s enough to make you almost feral with sheer desire. 

He angles his head slightly, gently nudging at your nose with his. His soft, pink lips meet yours, slightly open, in a warm, perfect kiss.

With a light moan, your tongue immediately seeks entrance to his mouth. He tastes of peppermint and coffee, of sweetness and bitterness all at once. You reach for his tie, not breaking the kiss, and gently tug him along with you as you walk backwards towards the wall of his office until he’s almost pressing you into it. 

As he kisses you ever more deeply, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in, tight as he can to his body, slowly moving his hands over your back and hips, and trailing his fingertips across your ass. In return, you run your hands through his hair and stroke your fingers down one side of his neck, eliciting a groan from him, before breaking away to wrap your arms around the broad span of his back. 

You have felt his warm body before, when you’d hugged, but this was something else entirely. No need to worry about whether you’d lingered a little too long in his arms. No need to suppress the desires that had haunted and tormented you. Now it was time to express them.

Ben breaks off the kiss momentarily, pausing to look at you with those intelligent, sensitive, coffee-brown eyes. A wide grin spreads across his handsome face. You feel his cock pressing, half-hard, against you in his dress pants. The sensation sends another wave of wetness to your centre. 

“What are you smiling at, Professor?”

“You. Beautiful, gorgeous you.” 

It’s all you can do to stop the happy tears from falling. Instead, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and pull him in for a deep kiss, hungrily tasting each other. He breaks away and moves his mouth to your neck, pulling a moan of desire from you that’s probably louder than was wise in a workplace. 

He’s working his way down to your collarbone when your eyes snap open and you freeze. Ben looks at you with concern. 

“Are you okay? Is this too much? We can stop. We can slow down. Whatever you…”

You shake your head frantically. “I wish we didn’t have to stop but, Ben: the fucking luncheon!”

His eyes widen in panic. “Oh, FUCK! FUUUUUCK! What time is it? Fuck fuck fuck -”

You look at your phone and try to calm him down. “You’re fine, you’ve got like twenty minutes before it starts. Hey,” you reach for his hand, “remember the message of Hitchhiker’s Guide? Don’t Panic. And maybe relax a bit, so you’re not… visible. Ahem.”

He raises an eyebrow and laughs. His breathing slows a little, and he squeezes your hand gratefully before planting a final, chaste kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you over there. Might be a bit late for the holiday party, depending on how many people they want me to meet after, but we can, uh, pick up where we left off?”

He looks so sweet and so painfully shy that you almost can’t believe this is the same man who was pushing you into a wall and kissing you like his life depended on it only a few minutes before. 

You lean in for just one more kiss. “Abso-fucking-lutely we can.”

His address to the luncheon is, unsurprisingly, brilliant. Erudite, warm, funny: infused with the passion you saw him bring to his work and to his subject every day. He is so talented: he wears his learning lightly, his natural charm working to hook the audience in and hang on his every word.

Of course, it doesn’t hurt that he looks so gorgeous up there at the podium: smart suit, curls neater than usual (you suspect he’d run some wax through his hair after you left him), and that tie.

That fucking tie. You can’t even look at it, because it immediately sends your brain right back to the feeling of tugging it to pull him against you, to the taste of him, to the way his big hands roved over you, gentle but needy, to the way his body revealed just how turned on he’d become by kissing and touching you. 

Fuck. You try to ignore the ache between your legs, choosing to focus instead on the handsome man at the podium. 

You listen attentively to Ben making a powerful case to the large hall full of wealthy donors for the importance of making arts and humanities education accessible. The room fills with applause as he brings his address to a close, and you clap as loud as you can, looking at him with a broad smile on your face. As he walks across the stage, he turns and spots you. 

“Was it okay?” He mouths the words towards you. 

You nod enthusiastically, and give a subtle thumbs up. He does a tiny air punch, and grins at you as he disappears off stage. 

“I’ve switched up the playlists - no one really wants more than an hour of festive hits, even if it’s curated by me. Vegan no-pig in blanket?”

Evan proffers a tray of party snacks, having come over to join you near the tables set up with drinks and food. The music has become much more eclectic: fewer holiday hits, many more danceable, extremely cool, crowd pleasers. A few people are even starting to clear space in the centre of the room as a makeshift dancefloor. 

“Where’s Benjamin?” Evan asks as you chew on a no-pig in blanket. “You’re normally joined at the hip.”

You try not to choke on the pastry, grabbing a glass of red wine to wash down the food. “He was doing the address at the founders’ thing, remember? I think they wanted him to stay around afterwards to meet possible donors. It’s all about the diversity and inclusion programme.”

Evan nods, satisfied. “I’m not keeping any food for him, though.”

The strains of “You Keep Me Hangin’ On” are abruptly cut off as Jen Arden taps on her wine glass. “Head of department holiday speech time! Don’t worry, I won’t keep you from your partying too long - I want to see everyone out on that floor!” 

Her words are succinct but heartfelt, thanking everyone for the hard work that had made the semester successful and noting your arrival and integration into the Barrow community. You blush slightly as the eyes of the room turn in your direction. 

“And as some of you know, Ben Morales delivered the address at the annual Founders Luncheon today - an important part of fundraising for the inclusion programme he’s been spearheading.” Jen looks around the room, seeking out her friend, eyes resting on the doorway as Ben finally arrives. “And here he is now!”

Ben shyly acknowledges the applause in the room, making a beeline for the food and drink. Pure coincidence, of course, that you happened to be standing over there, too. He stands behind you and greets Evan. 

“Well, did you secure the megabucks? Are there hessian sacks printed with dollar signs currently filling your office?”

Ben huffs a laugh. “We have to wait and see, I guess. They seemed nice. Weird, though, talking to people you know are multi-millionaires. Billionaires, even. You keep thinking, ‘why do you need all that money?’”

He shakes his head and reaches for a glass of red wine. As he does so, he trails his hand along your lower back, fingertips grazing the top of your ass. For an instant you wonder if it was an accident, until you feel the palm of his hand pressing lightly but deliberately into the small of your back. 

Evan is talking at length about the snack selection at this year’s party and is clearly oblivious to Ben’s shenanigans and the heat rising in your face as you struggle to maintain your composure. Glass of wine obtained, Ben continues the conversation with Evan, studiously avoiding your attempts to catch his eye.

He’d been explaining his holiday plans - Ben is going west, trying to make up for some of the time lost when he cancelled his trip at Thanksgiving, and is really excited about it - when Evan spots an incoming call on his phone. “Oh shit, it’s my mom. I better go talk to her - sorry guys!”

He exits the room, already talking loudly to his mother about her holiday menu plans. 

As soon as you’re both alone, you swivel to face Ben head-on. 

“Um, excuse me?”

He smirks. “Excuse you?”

“Benjamin Ernesto Morales. You know what I’m talking about. You’re lucky I didn’t spontaneously combust in front of Evan.”

He chuckles. “Ah, that was just a friendly hand placement. Nothing more to it.” He arches an eyebrow, and once again you can feel desire - no, need - rushing through you. The urge to kiss him here, in front of everyone, without a thought for the (possible) consequences, is overwhelming. 

“You, sir, are a menace. Why didn’t I know about this before?”

He does that half-smile that makes you melt, and shrugs his shoulders. “Hey, on another topic - where’s Ani?”

“They messaged me this morning. In bed with a migraine, poor thing. I think these things wait until the end of the semester, just when you’re about to relax, and then bam.”

He makes a sympathetic face and nibbles on a cookie. “So it’s just us, then?” His gaze is both gentle and flirtatious.

“Us, and the rest of the faculty.” You gesture around the room, giving him a look that says “no funny business”.

He gently moves his hand along the edge of the table until it’s within touching distance of yours, and gently runs his fingertips along the back of your hand. You reciprocate by stroking the side of his hand with the pad of your thumb. 

It’s so stupidly chaste, like something from a Georgette Heyer novel about maidens and gentlemen in Georgian England, and yet it’s one of the sweetest, most intimate things you’ve experienced in a very long time.

Ben’s eyes widen as the music changes and the unmistakable opening bars of “Edge of Seventeen” begin. “Oh, Lyd!” He outright grabs your hand now. “Let’s dance, come on.”

He looks perplexed when you don’t move. You beckon him closer with a tilt of your head, and whisper into his ear, feeling your cheeks heating.

“I can think of something better than dancing, but we might need to be somewhere more, um, private.”

His expression shifts as understanding sets in. “Oh. Ohhh.” He grins, looking you up and down. “Yours or mine?”

Praise be to Stevie Nicks. “Edge of Seventeen” got so many colleagues out on the ‘dancefloor’ that the two of you were able to slip away completely unnoticed.

You unlock the door of your office and switch on your desk lamp before pulling down the blind over the glass panel. The soft light illuminates his handsome features as you turn back to face him: the strong line of his profile; the softness of his mouth, lips slightly parted; the glint in his warm eyes. He’s taken off his suit jacket, and with a smile you suddenly recall the first time you noticed how beautifully broad he was, standing in the kitchen at Evan’s Halloween party.

“Hi, Ben.”

“Hi, Lyddie.”

You’re standing close now, face to face. You walk your fingers up towards the knot of his tie, looking at him through your lashes, and tug it so that he’s right up against you, beautiful dark eyes taking you in. He leans in with a smile and kisses you slowly and deeply, the bristling sensation of his moustache and beard against your lips and face going straight to your core.

The pace was never going to stay slow. You wrap your arms around him and he pulls you tight to his body, moving his hands over your hips and ass and pulling little gasps and moans from you. The mints and coffee of earlier are replaced by the taste of red wine and sugar cookies on his lips and tongue. 

You start to run your hands through his hair, stroking your fingers down the side of his beautiful neck, loosening the knot of his tie, and opening the top buttons on his shirt to create a little more space for you. He inhales sharply when you break away from the kiss to gently lick and nibble at his neck and collarbone. You can feel him hardening against you, again. 

He pulls away slightly, keeping his hands around your waist. For the first time in your life, you actually understand what romance novelists mean when they describe a character as having ‘lust-blown eyes’. Ben’s coffee-brown eyes are near black, pupils dilated and lids heavy, conveying a potent mixture of sweet affection and utter desire. He lifts his hand to stroke your cheek gently, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip, before gently moving you towards the edge of your desk. 

He’s nervous. He moves some of the piles of your papers and books out of the way, careful not to disrupt the chaotic ‘order’ you maintain, so you have more room to sit on the desk. As you sit on the edge, you notice his hands are trembling a little. You feel a bit better about the quivering sensation that’s been running through you since you entered the office together, a mixture of desire and nerves.

You hitch up the skirt of your dress a little, opening your legs and creating more room for him as he stands between them, resting his forehead against yours.

“You okay, Ben?”

He looks at you in surprise. “I’m great, Lyd, I’m just…it’s…I’m really glad.” 

You feel a surge of affection in your chest. “So am I. And I’m glad for this tie.” You use it to pull him close to your body again, kissing him hungrily. He leans against you, hands on your waist and back. 

“Is this okay? Can I…touch you, Lydia?”

Something about the way he says your name, softly but purposefully, sends you utterly wild. 

“You know you can, Ben. I’m all yours,” you whisper, edging closer and slowly moving a hand down his broad torso, strong and soft at the same time. You reach his waistband and keep going, brushing your hand lightly over the bulge straining against his dress pants as you maintain eye contact. “I want you.” 

He closes his eyes, letting out a soft moan, before bringing his hands - those beautiful, big hands - up to softly caress your breasts as he moves his mouth to your neck, planting gentle kisses and sucking the skin ever so gently. 

It’s miraculous that you don’t come undone there and then, tipped over the edge by the feeling of his hands on your breasts, his mouth working the sensitive skin at the base of your neck, and his cock growing ever-harder underneath the light massage offered by your palm. Your fingers work at the buttons and zipper of his pants, desperately trying to get access to his hard length. 

He’s pulled up your dress, running his hands up your thighs and towards the warm, wet apex of your legs. He lets out a sigh of pleasure as he traces his long fingers from the top of your stockings to the bare skin of your upper thigh, leaning back to look at your body with a sort of delighted rapture. You silently congratulate yourself for choosing to wear hold-ups instead of regular pantyhose under your dress.

Even in this moment, part of your brain starts to worry about the state of your body and its many flaws, wondering what he is going to think about the you that’s under the scarlet fabric. That said, he seems to be keen so far. He grabs handfuls of the soft flesh on your thighs and hips, grunting with pleasure into your mouth. He feels insatiable already, one hand still caressing your tits as the other slips right between your legs and starts to rub at the soaking crotch of your panties. You’re trying to keep it together, moaning as you move your fingers against the waistband of his boxer briefs, ready to take him in your hand and attend to his pleasure.

Suddenly, the lights in the corridor come on. Laughter and loud chatting from a group of colleagues fills the air. Both you and Ben freeze, breaking off the kiss while your hands stay put.

“Shit… do you think they heard us?” you hiss, unsure what the rules are around this kind of thing at Barrow.

He turns to look at the door of the office, trying to see how close the group was. 

“I don’t think so. I don’t think we were that loud, were we?”

You smirk and raise an eyebrow.

“We weren’t, but we were just getting going…”

He rests his forehead on your shoulder and laughs before looking at you again, withdrawing his hands and straightening your dress. 

“Shall we get out of here? I can call a cab…”, he offers as you nod in agreement. He quickly does up his fly before grabbing his phone from his jacket pocket and pulling up the relevant app. “This is going to sound so cheesy, but - your place or mine?”

You giggle. “My apartment looks like a packing monster threw up in it, so, if you’re okay with yours…”

He smiles and nods enthusiastically, tapping in the details. “Five minutes. They’ll be at the main entrance.”

“Five minutes, so that’s two minutes to get to the door - and three minutes for another kiss?”

He chuckles deeply and pulls you in again.

Ben fastens his seatbelt in the back of the cab, looking at you expectantly. The street lights have him half in shadow, half in light, and you have to focus for a moment to answer. 

Fuck, he’s so sexy. 

The little voice deep inside you still whispers about how someone as fucking hot as him surely couldn’t want someone like you. But you manage to hush it, focusing on Ben’s beautiful face.

The cab journey is short - no more than five minutes along the quiet streets - but feels like an eternity. You’ve spent the entire ride making out in the back seat, like horny students rather than two forty-something academics. Pulling up at his house, you and Ben try to retain at least a little decorum as you hustle to the front door.

“I hope you gave that guy a good tip,” you joke as Ben fumbles for his keys, one hand resting on your ass.

He grins. “The tip was three times the cost of the ride. Think that should cover him for enduring our, uh, shenanigans?”

The front door opens and the two of you step inside. You pause for a moment to take each other in, you trailing your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck while his thumb caresses your cheek. Your lips meet again as you peel off each other’s coats and fall back against the wall in his hallway, your hands fumbling to undo his pants again while he dips his long fingers, finally, into the wet heat between your legs. 

“Oh, fuck!” It feels like you’ve been waiting for him all your life. And, judging by the noises he’s making, the feeling seems to be reciprocated.

“God, Lydia, baby, I can’t believe you’re this wet for me already,” he purrs, sounding genuinely surprised and stroking the inside of your cunt firmly while his thumb works your clit. “You feel so fucking good.”

Ben resumes his work on your neck, moving more urgently now than he had in your office. His moustache and beard brushes against the sensitive skin of your neck and shoulders and makes you wetter still as he continues to massage your clit, occasionally slipping a finger into your pussy. You moan deeply, feeling yourself tightening around his finger as you get ever closer. 

“Fuck, I want you,” he whispers in your ear. “I really want you, Lyddie. I need you. You know?”

You whine with pleasure, one hand inside his briefs palming his cock as he works you to the edge. You can feel the orgasm about to burst deep inside, focused on the sound and sensation of his fingers - Ben’s big, strong fingers  - sliding in and out of you. 

He doesn’t stop, but he sounds a little more vulnerable. “Is that okay? I hope that’s okay,” he continues, and you feel like you’re about to black out.

“I…fuck…that’s more than okay, that’s - Jesus, I want that. And I want you, I need you, to have you, I want you…fuck, Ben! I think I’m going to fucking come, I…”

He looks down to where his hand is working you towards your climax. “That’s it, good girl. You’re so close. Come for me, beautiful girl.”

Good girl. Beautiful girl. Praise kink: activated.

Somehow he manages to look sexy as hell and sweetly shy as he brings you to the edge, eyes warm and dark. “I can’t believe I’m finally getting to make you come, I…I’ve wanted to, so badly.”

You come with a gasp, cunt throbbing and tightening around his fingers. It has been a long time since you’ve come this hard. Your eyes shoot open, looking directly into his. 

He strokes the side of your face with his other hand as he takes you through the aftershocks. Your wetness soaks his fingers as you kiss him, trying to express your gratitude for what he’s made you feel, leaning against the wall of his hallway. 

You break away, able to concentrate more effectively on the way his cock is now fully hard under your hand. “Fuck, baby, that was… holy shit. It’s, uh… it’s been a while.”

He blushes and kisses your forehead. “Can I take you to bed, Lyddie?”

You grin and start to giggle. He looks confused. “What? You don’t want to?”

How can you explain the myriad feelings racing through you in this moment? Excited. Nervous. Happy. Horny.

“I do, Ben. You know I do. I’m just, I dunno, I’m - I’m happy. And I really, really want you.”

He gives you a flash of that sexy fucking smile as he withdraws his hand from your panties and gently moves yours from his cock. 

“Come on.”

Taking your hand, he leads you up the stairs.

You notice almost nothing about Ben’s bedroom as the two of you enter, besides the side lamp he quickly flicks on and the pile of books he moves off the bed before turning his attention back to you. Lips locked, you focus on unbuttoning his shirt while he tries to get your dress off. 

In an instant you are standing before him in black and red bra, black (sensible) high-waisted panties, and hold-ups, his shirt, tie, and pants already discarded.

His eyes widen as he takes you in, gaze lingering over the black lace and red satin of your bra. “Wow. Holy shit.”

Instinctively, you move a step backwards and wrap your arms over your body protectively. You are suddenly overwhelmed by all that is wrong with your body: its size, its awkwardness, the stretch marks from weight lost and (more commonly) gained, marks and scars, a belly that is far too squishy and soft, in your opinion, hips that are too wide, breasts made heavier and less, well, perky with age. And that’s before you get on to your perennially crunchy knees.

You feel every one of your forty-two years, and then some. The fact of his utter gorgeousness leads you to only one conclusion.

God, he’s probably only ever fucked hotter people than me. I can’t compare, surely? 

You feel exposed. The defences - physical, sure, but emotional, too - have been irretrievably breached, and the fear of rejection scares the shit out of you.

The sight of Ben Morales before you, wearing just his boxer briefs (and, you notice for the first time, a pair of candy cane-patterned socks), makes you even more anxious about how you must look to him. He is a gorgeous vision, easily the most beautiful man you’ve ever even seen, let alone gone to bed with: lightly golden skin, strong arms and legs, broad shoulders, and a soft tummy that is as adorable and sexy as you’d imagined. 

And best of all, that beautiful, kind face, now looking at you with real concern.

“Are… are you okay? Lyddie? Are you alright? We can stop, we don’t have to -“

You shake your head and bring your eyes up to meet his. 

“I really don’t want to stop, Ben. I mean it, I want you…I need you in every way. It’s just… I mean, this,” and you gesture loosely to your body. “Like, I’ve had sex since my last relationship but it wasn’t like this, it wasn’t…this. It wasn’t…it didn’t mean…”

He reaches his hands towards you to bring you in for a hug. You take a deep breath as you try to explain properly.

“I haven’t been naked with someone like you…someone I actually care about in a long time. And I’m scared that you won’t like what you see, because you look so good and hot and so beautiful. You’re just so beautiful, Ben. And I…I’m not…”

He holds you closer and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” he whispers. “I wish you could understand what it feels like to have looked at you, to have thought for so long about what it would be like to hold you, to kiss you, and now to finally touch you.” He’s blushing. 

“Kinda wish I could see myself the way you seem to see me, too. Don’t think I’ve ever been called ‘beautiful’ before. Before…you.”

He is still holding you, warm and gentle against his broad chest. You are suffused with a feeling of absolute safety. 

“I mean it, Lyd. If you don’t want to go any further we don’t have to.”

You pull back, bringing your arms to your sides and resisting the urge to hide yourself from his gaze. You look him in the eyes and shake your head with a soft smile.

“I know. We’re keeping going. I want this, too.” 

He kisses you and reaches around to undo your bra, struggling against the hooks.

You reach behind you, keeping your eyes on him, and deftly undo the bra. His mouth moves immediately to your breasts, tongue circling first one nipple and then the other before pulling back to admire you, chest rising and falling and eyes widening as he looks at you. 

Has anyone ever looked at you like that before? Like you are the most perfect creature to ever exist?

Mind you, you’re looking at him in much the same way. 

“You are so fucking beautiful, Lyd. You are. Let me show you how gorgeous you are.”

You smile shyly, still a little conscious of your body, and sit back on the side of the bed. 

Oh, shit. The sensible part of your brain butts in, abruptly. 

You need to talk about this now, not in the moment.

“Uh, Ben? Before you do that, can we maybe talk about, um, health and that?”

He looks confused. “Health? I had a cold in October but - oh. Yes. Yes. I get you.”

He scrabbles around for his pants. 

“What are you doing, Ben?”

“Getting my phone to show you my last screening results. We have the tests as an option on annual physicals and I had mine in August.” He locates his phone and looks at you fondly. “Just before you came over, as it happens.”

You bury your face in his shoulder, giggling affectionately. “Ben, love, I trust you. Just tell me, I don’t need to see them.”

He kisses the top of your head. “All good. And you?”

You nod, still feeling deeply awkward but relieved. “Also all good. Last test just before I came over. Funny, that. I’ve got a contraceptive implant thingy, as well.” You point out the little plastic device just under the skin of your upper arm. “And I haven’t been with anyone since, obviously.”

“Me neither.” He grins and whispers in your ear. “I did have a crush on someone in work, though.”

You smile and run a hand over the salt-and-pepper scruff along one side of his face. “A crush, huh? So you were waiting for them?”

He nods and kisses you softly as he gently encourages you to lie back on his bed, before swiftly discarding the candy cane socks and joining you in bed. 

For a couple of moments you just lie there together, hands trailing across each other’s bodies. You look at his handsome face, and the realisation that you’re actually going to sleep with him dawns. It triggers an unfortunate, involuntary surge of giggles.

“Why are you laughing?” He’s running his hand along the curve of your hip, fingers tugging at the waistband of your panties. 

“I’m not laughing, it’s just…” You start giggling again and hide your face against his broad shoulder.

“Okay, that’s definitely laughing. What did I do?”

You look at him and feel the affection and desire catch in your throat. “You didn’t do anything, baby, I’m sorry. It’s just - we’re basically naked and in bed together and…I’m excited?”

He laughs too, now, chest heaving as he pulls you tight and kisses you, slowly and deeply. You reach for his body, leg wrapping around his and one hand slipping to his hard cock while he caresses and sucks on your tits. His hand is inside your panties now, eagerly seeking out the warm, silky wetness of your folds. 

“Going to take these off, is that okay?” You nod, moaning as he tugs down the black fabric and lifting your hips so he can drag them over your ass. You kick them off as he rolls you against him, one hand grabbing the flesh of your ass while the other rubs small circles over your clit. 

You lean back slightly to look at him, your hands now tugging at the waistband of his boxer briefs. “I want you naked, too,” you murmur, breasts resting on Ben’s chest. “Want to go down on you for a little bit. Is that okay?”

His eyes widen. “God, yeah. Fuck, please, Lyd.”

His boxers discarded, you move down his body, one hand already gently stroking his hard length. You resist the urge that strikes you to drag your teeth over the soft flesh of his tummy, maybe even to bite him. 

You plant a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock, flicking your gaze up to meet his as you take him, hard as hell, between your lips, tongue gently flicking over the head. 

The gesture drives him crazy, and he groans, low and long.

“Fucking hell, you’re good at this. You’re really fucking good at this. So fucking…oh God, Lyd.”

You smile at the praise as you continue to take him deeper into your mouth, fingers tracing around the base of his cock and stroking him lightly. The bulge you’d first felt in his office earlier that evening did not disappoint. 

“Fuck, Lyd, I won’t last if you keep that up,” he hisses, breathing ragged as you use your tongue to lick up and down his shaft. 

Gently, you remove him from your mouth and push yourself back up the mattress, Ben’s strong hands guiding you back into place against the pillows. He drops his hand back to your soaking pussy as you feel the warm, solid softness of his body on yours. You inhale his masculine scent deeply: his cologne, leather, paper, and still a hint of wine from his lips. 

You never want to be anywhere but here. 

He begins to trace a line of kisses from your mouth down to your breasts and tummy, slowly bringing himself down the line of your body until he is nestled between your legs. He runs a finger along a patch of stretch marks on your hip before kissing them softly. With care and a kind of reverence, he plants kisses on the soft flesh of your belly, starting just under your belly button, and working his way down as far as the hair that covers your mound. 

He gently pushes your right leg out to make a little more room and open you up, lifting your leg over his shoulder, before beginning to lick purposefully at your glistening folds. You cry out with pleasure, one hand reaching back to grip the wooden headboard of the bed and the other dropping to the back of Ben’s head. You trail your fingers through his hair as he eats you out, moaning as the line of his nose nudges rhythmically against your clit while his tongue explores you.

It doesn’t take much to bring you back to the edge, and when he brings a finger up to massage you while his tongue slips in and out of your cunt, you come on his face, hips rolling up and back as you climax. 

He grins as he shifts his body back up the bed and you reach for him, pulling him in for a kiss so that you can taste yourself on his lips. He hums with pleasure and pulls back to look at you, rubbing a thumb gently against your cheek before nuzzling in at your neck. His weight against you is somehow devastatingly erotic and perfectly reassuring. 

He pulls back again and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, opening your legs even wider as you feel the heavy, hard length of his cock pulsing against your core. He rolls one of your nipples between the tips of his fingers, letting his broad palm cup the soft flesh of your breast.

Your voice is quiet, but determined. “I want you to fuck me, baby. Please. Fuck me.”

“I’m going to, darling.” He drops a hand to your soaking pussy, making sure you’re ready. He looks deep into your eyes and you try to make a mental screenshot of this moment: what it feels like to have him above you, to have the weight of his body against yours, to feel the tip of his cock nudging at the lips of your cunt; to look into his eyes and see them dark with lust and warm with affection, to have him tracing his fingers across your mouth and jaw before asking, silently, for a final gesture of consent. 

You nod and gently move your hips down as if you’re going to take him into you all by yourself. He moans loudly, guiding himself slowly and steadily inside you until he bottoms out. The stretch makes you gasp, though it’s in no way painful. You close your eyes as you adjust to the sensation of him filling you, warm and heavy.

He’s looking deeply into your eyes when you open them again. “You okay?” He gently strokes the side of your face with his long fingers. 

“Mmmyeah,” you sigh, distracted by the pleasure of having him inside you. “You’re big, you know,” you murmur. “You’re such a big boy.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth you screw up your face with embarrassment. 

Lydia, what in the fuck was that? Did he already manage to fuck the filter out of you with his fingers? Did he induce some sort of malfunction in lydiabrain.exe?

Ben’s eyebrows are raised but you can tell he’s trying not to laugh. 

You’re fucking this up, Lyd, as usual. 

“Oh god I’m so cringe, I’m so sorry -“

He stops you with a chuckle and a soft, sweet kiss. “I mean, it’s a hell of a compliment.” He arches an eyebrow and looks endearingly smug. “Would you like your big boy to fuck you now?”, he purrs. 

This time, you’re the one who can’t help but giggle as you roll your eyes in mock horror at the cheesy line and he grins in response. You can’t remember the last time you felt this intimate with a lover. 

“I would like that very much. Move, Ben, please.”

He takes it slowly at first, keeping his body close to yours as he uses his hips to pull out and push back into your core, over and over. The rhythm is steady and insistent, and your body responds in kind, your hips moving to meet him and your legs widening and hitching up to take him even more deeply. 

He’s starting to increase the pace slightly and you whine, digging your fingers into his broad shoulders. “You feel so good, Lyd,” he pants, “so fucking good. So warm and tight.”

“You like how tight I am for you? You want to see how much I can take?” you coo in his ear as you trail your hands down his back before spreading your palms over his ass, triggering a growl from deep within his chest as he fucks you faster. 

“Want you to take it all, baby, know you can…” A grimace flashes across his face, though he doesn’t stop, and you wonder if something’s wrong. You bring your hands back up to his shoulders and run a finger along the bristling hair on his jawline.

“Are you okay? Do we need to stop?”

“Sorry, just a tight muscle somewhere -“ He looks a little sheepish, as if his body is letting him down.

“Hey,” you murmur, “get on your back. I want to fuck you on top.” His eyes widen with delight and you shift your bodies together, keeping him inside you as he eases carefully back onto the bed and you straddle him.

For a moment you stay just like that, quiet and still. He looks you up and down, smiling at the sight of you and brushing the tips of his fingers gently over the weight of your breasts and the curve of your hips and thighs. You run your hands over Ben’s chest, gazing at his body as if it were a treasure. When you start to trace your fingers over his tummy, he seems to shrink back a little, embarrassed by his physique. 

In response, you shift forward, pulling him out of you slightly so that you can lean in and run your tongue and mouth over the soft flesh of his stomach. He’s looking down his chest at you, and you look up from under your eyelashes. 

“This is a really sexy tummy, you know. Probably the sexiest I’ve ever seen in my life.”

A smile flickers across his face. “You don’t have to say that -“ 

You silence him by sinking back down onto his full length, pulling a cry from his lungs. With a roll of your hips you start to ride his cock, keeping your fingers on his tummy. As you pick up the pace he can’t keep his eyes off your breasts, and he greedily lifts himself up to suck on your nipples. The sensation of his tongue tracing the outline of each nipple is enough to throw you off, and you have to really concentrate on the rhythm you’ve set with your hips and ass.

Months of pent-up frustration and desire find their release as you fuck Ben harder and deeper, his hands digging into your hips and thighs. “Fucking hell, Lyd, you’re amazing,” he rasps, eyes flitting between the fluid movement of your hips and the bounce of your tits. “Feels amazing. Feel good for you, too?”

You nod, not wanting to break the rhythm. With a smirk, he slips a thumb to your clit and starts to rub circles over and around it. You cry out his name in response. 

“Fuck yes, Ben, keep doing that, keep doing…that’s it, fuck!”

“Are you going to come again for me, Lyd?”, he murmurs gently, the quiet of his voice in stark contrast to the obscene, wet noises coming from your cunt and the dirty talk he’s sent tripping from your tongue.

For the third time, the tightly-wound coil snaps deep inside you. You can feel your cunt pulsing around Ben’s cock as you ride out your peak, feeling him tightening between your legs. He’s close. He sits up, pausing to kiss you and to suck on your neck for a few moments while he caresses your tits, before easing you over and onto your back again so he can finish with you underneath him.

“You’re so close,” you whisper to him as he starts to fuck you again, hard and steady. “Let go, baby. Come for me.” 

He picks up the pace, the wetness of your pussy letting him take you as hard as he wants. He’s still holding back. 

“Let go. Come in me,” you purr, hitching your hips slightly to let him go even deeper. “I want your come in me.”

That’s enough to tip him over the edge, and Ben’s rhythm stutters and finally breaks. With a gasp and a shudder you feel him come, crying out as he fills you, cock buried deep within you and beads of sweat dripping from his chest onto your tits. 

He stays put for a moment or two, panting into your neck as he tries to pull himself together. You run your fingers through the soft curls of his hair and hold him close. 

“Thank you.”

His words are almost inaudible, barely a whisper, and you aren’t entirely sure if you’ve heard them or imagined them. You respond with a kiss to the top of his head. 

After a couple of moments Ben pulls away and gets out of bed, pulling the comforter around you before crossing from his bedroom to the bathroom across the hall. He returns with a washcloth and a towel, cleaning you up and gently drying you off. He places one more kiss on your belly and smiles, moving back up to join you at the head of the bed.

You lie close together, facing each other in a comfortable silence. He strokes a little pattern on the curve of your hip while you absent-mindedly trace a finger over the constellation of dark freckles across the top of his chest. 

He tilts your chin up to look at you, stroking your cheek as his big dark eyes gaze into yours. You plant a soft kiss on the little bare patch of skin along his jaw before shifting back to look - really look - at Ben’s face, mapping it with your eyes. The slight furrow between his brows. The line of his nose. The specific shape and colour of his lips. The little divot in his bottom lip. 

“Was - was that okay?” He looks at you intently with those big, baby cow eyes, waiting for a response. 

You are surprised by the question and by how quiet and awkward he sounds, given that he’s just made you come deeper and harder than you have in years. Or maybe ever.

Three. Fucking. Times.

“It was…” you search for the right word as you run your fingers over his strong bicep, “amazing. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before, honestly. Was it good for you too?”

He blushes, a wide smile creeping across his face. “Pretty spectacular, Lyd. You on top? I mean…” He mimes fireworks exploding with his hands, and you bury your face in his chest as you laugh. You stay like that for a little while, tucked into his side with a big, stupid smile on your face and your arm wrapped around Ben’s tummy. He holds you close to him, tilting his head to rest on yours.

The gesture brings you back, suddenly, to Halloween. His arm around your waist. Your arm around his shoulders. His head resting against you, yours against his. 

Fuck, you two are idiots.

“We should have done this ages ago,” he murmurs, and you worry for a moment that he might be able to read your mind.

You reach for his hand, twining your fingers together. 

“Was it worth the wait, Ben?”

He squeezes you tightly. “Every fucking minute.”

It’s still comparatively early when you fall asleep (the joys of a 5pm party start time), you as the little spoon, Ben dozing off with an arm around you and his hand gently holding your breast. His body is warm and comforting against your back, and you listen for a couple of minutes to the sound of his breathing slowing, steadying, into sleep. 

You don’t sleep for very long - maybe an hour or two. You blink awake, noticing that the lamp is still on, and that Ben’s broad hand is still in place against your soft skin. You caress the back of his hand with yours, trying not to wake him but wanting to feel him under your fingertips again. 

“Mmmmm. Hi, baby.” He drowsily starts to kiss the back of your neck, and his fingers begin to squeeze lightly at your nipple. It grows hard and pert as he nuzzles into your neck, his mouth tracing a line of kisses along your shoulder. You are still wet from earlier, but can feel the ache building again between your legs. He shifts closer to you, and you feel his cock, hard again, pressing against your ass. 

You keen quietly with pleasure, still sleepy, your body starting to grind against his. He whispers a question into your ear, and in response you drag his hand down your body, lifting your leg ever so slightly so he can feel for himself.

“Christ, darling, this just from me playing with your tit?”

You hum your appreciation, nodding. “Mmmm. And the orgasms.”

He chuckles quietly. “Can I have you?” He shuffles down slightly, his hard length already notching at your thighs. 

“Always,” you purr, and he reaches around to tilt your face to his. He kisses you as he lifts your leg, drapes it over his, and carefully pushes inside you. The stretch is still new, but more familiar now, and you mewl a little as he bottoms out. 

It’s slow at first, intense and intimate as he works up a rhythm while still half-asleep. He moans into your neck as he fucks you gently, praising you over and over. “You feel so good, Lyddie,” he whispers, “taking it so well.” He sucks lightly at the crook of your neck, making you whimper with pleasure. 

“You’re so beautiful. Beautiful girl,” he sighs, rolling his hips firmly but slowly as he thrusts up into your pussy. 

“I lo-... I love y-your…body. So soft for me.”

“I love your body too, baby.” You drop a hand between your legs and touch yourself. As he realises what you’re doing, he picks up the pace, fucking you harder from behind until you come with a cry.

His hand drifts to your uppermost hip, holding you in place as he fucks - and talks - you through it. “That’s it, baby. You feel so good when you come like that for me. I lo-” 

You know he’s close, both from the stuttering rhythm and the fact he can’t use his words any more. He mutters and curses as his movements become more staggered. With a moan that seems to come from the depths of his soul, he spills into you with a final thrust, panting into your back as he stays inside you for a moment. 

You turn your mouth to his again, and he kisses you with hunger and gratitude.

You are both utterly wrecked, in every sense, lying flat out on the bed together as you come down from a shared high. 

“So I know you’ve got your flight tomorrow,” he says, fingers idly running up and down your forearm, and you brace yourself for him suggesting you should probably go home. 

“But if you’d like, you can stay the night? I can drive you to your place as early as you need.” 

“If you want me to? I don’t want to impose…”

He shakes his head. “It would be a pleasure. I want you to stay, you know? Would you like something to sleep in? A t-shirt?” You nod in response. He’s holding your hand, rubbing his thumb against your palm. 

He retrieves two T-shirts and a pair of boxers from a tallboy that stands against the opposite wall of the room, holding the shirts up for your approval. 

“REM 1999 tour shirt, or study abroad souvenir?” He really is gorgeous, you think, even when he’s standing naked making silly faces and pretending to model each shirt. Actually, especially when he’s doing that. 

“Ooh, vintage Universidad de Málaga 1996, please.” He crosses back to the bed and hands you the faded red cotton shirt before pulling on his own. 

“That’s a precious relic,” he says with mock seriousness. “It is a privilege to wear that shirt.”

“Understood. I respect the power of the shirt.” You bow your head, crossing your arms across your chest reverentially and he laughs gently. 

He clambers back into bed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close under the comforter. You rest your head on his shoulder, hands on his chest, and sneak little glances up at him. He’s already starting to drift to sleep, lids heavy and breathing slowing into a steady rhythm. 

Oh, fuck. He’s so gorgeous. He’s so beautiful.

The last word slips, unbidden, from your lips, and he looks confused for a moment before breaking into a gentle, sleepy smile. “So are you.”

The afterglow is cosy and safe. He holds you close with his strong arms, and your fingers are entwined with his. It is both new and familiar, strange and reassuring; a first time, and like you’ve been doing this forever.

(bookshelf divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more; other dividers by @cafekitsune)

Further A/N: They got there. They have a long way to go (please don't hate me - it can't all be sunshine and orgasms roses). Next chapter sees some more Christmas "cheer", albeit on other sides of the Atlantic.

Thank you so much if you've been with them this far - don't forget, of course, that Lydia is just visiting...

[lands-of-fantasy]

Pride and Prejudice

Classic and loose adaptions from 1940, 1967, 1980, 1995, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2012, 2016, 2018, 2019

The second of Jane Austen’s novels, first published in 1813, is the most often adapted, inspiring various different takes on it. The ones pictures above are detailed below:

Pride and Prejudice (1940 Film)

This black and white film departs from the original novel in some (or should I say many?) points

Written by Aldous Huxley and Jane Murfin, adapted from the stage adaptation by Helen Jerome; directed by Robert Z. Leonard

Starring Greer Garson as Elizabeth Bennet, Laurence Olivier as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Edward Ashley Cooper as George Wickham, Maureen O'Sullivan as Jane Bennet, Bruce Lester as Mr. Charles Bingley, Ann Rutherford as Lydia Bennet, Melville Cooper as Mr. William Collins, among others.

Pride and Prejudice (1967 Miniseries)

6 episodes x 24min. Black and White footage Written by Nemone Lethbridge, directed by Joan Craft

Starring Celia Bannerman as Elizabeth Bennet, Lewis Fiander as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Richard Hampton as George Wickham, Polly Adams as Jane Bennet, David Savile as Mr. Charles Bingley, Lucy Fleming as Lydia Bennet, Julian Curry as Mr. William Collins, among others.

Pride and Prejudice (1980 Miniseries)

5 episodes x 54 min Written by Fay Weldon, directed by Cyril Coke

Starring Elizabeth Garvie as Elizabeth Bennet, David Rintoul as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Peter Settelen as George Wickham, Sabina Franklyn as Jane Bennet, Osmund Bullock as Mr. Charles Bingley, Natalie Ogle as Lydia Bennet, Malcolm Rennie as Mr. William Collins, among others.

Pride and Prejudice (1995 Miniseries)

6 episodes x 54 min Written by Andrew Davies, directed by Simon Langton

Starring Jennifer Ehle as Elizabeth Bennet, Colin Firth as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Adrian Lukis as George Wickham, Susannah Harker as Jane Bennet, Crispin Bonham-Carter as Mr. Charles Bingley, Julia Sawalha as Lydia Bennet, David Bamber as Mr. William Collins, among others.

Pride and Prejudice (2003 Indie Film)

Loose adaption set in modern Utah, USA Written by Anne Black, Jason Faller, Katherine Swigert; directed by Andrew Black

Starring Kam Heskin as Elizabeth Bennet, Orlando Seale as Will Darcy, Henry Maguire as Jack Wickham, Lucila Sola as Jane Vasquez, Ben Gourley as Charles Bingley, Kelly Stables as Lydia Meryton, Hubbel Palmer as William Collins, among others.

Bride and Prejudice (2004 Film)

Bollywood-style Musical. Loose adaption set in modern India and England. Written by Paul Mayeda Berges, Gurinder Chadha; directed by Gurinder Chadha

Starring Aishwarya Rai as Lalita Bakshi (Elizabeth), Martin Henderson as William "Will" Darcy,  Daniel Gillies as Johnny Wickham, Namrata Shirodkar as Jaya Bakshi (Jane), Naveen Andrews as Mr Balraj Uppal (Bingley), Peeya Rai Chowdhary as Lakhi Bakshi (Lydia), Nitin Ganatra as Kohli Saab (Collins), among others.

Pride and Prejudice (2005 Film)

Written by Deborah Moggach, directed by Joe Wright

Starring Keira Knightley as Elizabeth Bennet, Matthew Macfadyen as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Rupert Friend as George Wickham, Rosamund Pike as Jane Bennet, Simon Woods as Mr. Charles Bingley, Jena Malone as Lydia Bennet, Claudie Blakley as Charlotte Lucas, Tom Hollander as Mr. Collins, Donald Sutherland as Mr. Bennet, Judi Dench as Lady Catherine de Bourgh, among others.

The Lizzie Bennet Diaries (2012–13 Webseries)

160 episodes x 2-8 min, available on Youtube Loose adaption set in modern US, told in a vlog format

Created by Hank Green and Bernie Su, from Pemberley Digital

Starring Ashley Clements as Elizabeth Bennet, Daniel Vincent Gordh as William Darcy, Wes Aderhold as George Wickham, Laura Spencer as Jane Bennet, Christopher Sean as Bing Lee, Mary Kate Wiles as Lydia Bennet, Julia Cho as Charlotte Lu, Maxwell Glick as Ricky Collins, among others.

Lizzie’s videos amount to 100 episodes + 10 Q&A, but shorter series enrich the story by offering other characters’ perspectives, most notably Lydia’s (and also Georgiana’s). A playlist at Pemberley Digital’s Youtube channel features them all in order.

The series has also been adapted into a book, The Secret Diary of Lizzie Bennet (2014), and spawned a sequel novel, The Epic Adventures of Lydia Bennet (2015).

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (2016 Film)

Loose adaption inspired by the 2009 novel of the same name by Seth Grahame-Smith, which adds zombies to Austen’s original story. The movie makes alterations from the zombie book as well.

Written and directed by Burr Steers

Starring Lily James as Elizabeth Bennet, Sam Riley as Colonel Fitzwilliam Darcy, Jack Huston as George Wickham, Bella Heathcote as Jane Bennet, Douglas Booth as Mr. Charles Bingley, Ellie Bamber as Lydia Bennet, Matt Smith as Parson William Collins, among others.

Orgulho e Paixão (Pride and Passion) (2018 Telenovela)

Brazilian telenovela in Brazilian-Portuguese

162 episodes x 30-40min (original version) Loose adaption set in 1910s São Paulo state, Brazil

Created by Marcos Bernstein, directed by Fred Mayrink

Starring Nathalia Dill as Elisabeta Benetido, Thiago Lacerda as Sr. Darcy Williamson, Pâmela Tomé as Jane Benedito, Maurício Destri as Camilo Bittencourt (Bingley), Bruna Giphao as Lídia Benedito, Bruno Gissoni as Diogo Uirapuru (Wickham/Willoughby), among others.

The story takes inspiration from all 6 of Austen’s major novels (plus Lady Susan), but mostly from Pride and Prejudice. Others stars include Chandelly Braz as Mariana Benedito (Marianne Dashwood) and Anajú Dorigon as Cecília Benedito (Catherine Morland).

Features 100 episodes in the International cut. The telenovela has been broadcast in other countries and languages (such as Spanish) but as far as I know, not in English.

Pride and Prejudice: Atlanta (2019 TV Film)

Loose adaption set in modern Atlanta, USA. All-black cast. Written by Tracy McMillan, directed by Rhonda Baraka

Starring Tiffany Hines as Elizabeth Bennet, Juan Antonio as Will Darcy, Raney Branch as Jane Bennet, Brad James as Charles Bingley, Reginae Carter as Lydia Bennet, Carl Anthony Payne as Rev. Collins, among others.

*****

Personal favorites: 2005, then 1995. But also: The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, Orgulho e Paixão

I also enjoyed Atlanta and, while it’s been a while since I’ve seen Bride and Prejudice, it’s got Indian musical numbers so c’mon, one gotta watch it.

Back to the closer adaptions, despite its age, 1980 is also good! 1940 is...very different, but fun in its own way.

In fact, while I find some of these versions weaker, I could find enjoyment in all of them - but maybe that’s cause I’m a sucker for P&P.

[darlingdespairstims]

My Fictional CG list

Marvel -

Storm / ororo munroe

Wolverine / James "Logan" Howlett

Cyclops / Scott Summers

Rouge / Anna Marie

Gambit / Remy Lebeau

Professor X / Charles Xavier

Magneto / Erik lehnsherr

Deadpool / Wade Wilson

Yukio

Spiderman / Peter Parker

Spider-Man 2099 / miguel o'hara

Starfire

Mystique / Raven Darkhölme

Jean grey

Pavitr Prabhakar

DC -

Batman / Bruce Wayne

Harley Quinn / Harleen Quinzel

Poison ivy / Pamela Isley

Bat girl / Barbara Gordon

Twisted wonderland -

Leona Kingscolar

Lilia Vanrouge

Azul Ashengrotto

Jamil viper

Divus crewel

Malleus draconia

vil schoenheit

Baldur's gate 3 -

Karlach

Astarion

Halsin

Minthara

Gale

Shadowheart

Creepypasta -

Jane the killer

Eyeless jack

Jeff the killer

Homicidal Liu

Ticci toby

Ben drowned

Clockwork

Nina the killer

Monster high -

Clawdeen wolf

Venus mcflytrap

Twyla boogieman

Spectra Vondergeist

Lagoona blue

scarah screams

Sirena Von Boo

Robecca Steam

Operetta

Jinafire Long

Catty Noir

Mystic messenger -

ZEN / Hyun Ryu

V / Jihyun Kim

Jaehee Kang

Jumin Han

Identity V -

The photographer / Joseph desaulniers

The violinist / Antonio

The prospector / Norton campbell

The mercenary / Naib Subedar

The Professor / Luchino Diruse

Weeping clown / Joker

The novelist / Orpheus

The Batter / Ganji Gupta

Bloody queen / Mary

"Prisoner" / Luca Balsa

Call of duty -

Valeria Garza

Kate Laswell

König

Simon "Ghost" Reily

Obey me! Shall we date? -

Lucifer

Belphegor

Diavolo

Leviathan

Genshin Impact -

Kaeya Alberich

Diluc Ragnvindr

Amber

Jean

Lisa

Venti

Zhongli

Neuvillete

Wriothesley

Alhaitham

Baizhu

Kaveh

Ningguang

Beidou

Candace

Dehya

Yae Miko

Arlecchino

Black butler -

Grell Sutcliff

Ciel phantomhive

Sebastian Michaelis

Alois Trancy

Sonic the hedgehog -

Rouge the bat

Amy rose

Blaze the cat

Shadow the hedgehog

My little pony -

Princess Luna

Princess celestia

Fluttershy

Lyra heartstring

Queen chrysalis

Princess Cadance

Octavia Melody

Mrs. Cup Cake

Sugar belle

Rarity

Steven universe -

Garnet

Pearl

Sapphire

Blue Diamond

Mouthwashing -

Curly

Anya

Daisuke

Star vs the forces of evil -

Star

Jackie

Eclipsa

Ever after high -

Madeline Hatter

Briar Beauty

Raven Queen

Blondie Lockes

Ashlynn Ella

Cerise Hood

Arcane -

Vi

Jinx

Mel

Sevika

Caitlyn

Miscellaneous characters -

Sally face / sal fisher

Steven Stoughton (strangled red)

The huntress (dead by daylight)

Aren Kuboyasu (Saiki K)

Kenny McCormick (South park)

Kyle Broflovski (South park)

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy {sorta}

Paracelsus (guilty gear)

Testament (guilty gear)

Zane ro'meave (Aphmau)

Aaron Lycan (Aphmau)

Daphne Blake (Scooby Doo)

Gallagher (Honkai : star rail)

Boothill (Honkai : star rail)

Howl (howls moving castle)

Wednesday Adams

Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Barbra Maitland (Beetlejuice)

Lady dimitrescu (residents evil)

Masky/Tim (marble Hornets)

Gregory house (House MD)

Lisa Cuddy (House MD)

The end..! (≡^∇^≡)

[tessa-quayle]

spotlight on the OFC

(fanfiction recommendations) :)

the reader insert, the second person, the y/l/n convention (which, for me, can disrupt the text and i haven’t gotten used to it - not criticizing those who do it - i'm the problem, it’s me 🤪) are all the rage in fanfiction.  i get the immersive appeal, and many of the fics i love and enjoy employ the second person.  

richly drawn original characters draw me in and capture my attention. I appreciate how creative folks get with their OFCs, the headcanons, and how they have fun showing off these OFC’s quirks and strengths and interior lives and histories.  it’s a joy to read.

here are a few great OFCs in the Pedro Pascal Character universe.  the stories are engaging and this is a fairly diverse list of OFCs (by that I mean race/ethnicity, life experience, nationality, disability).  as always, each author issues their own warnings.

listed in alphabetical order by writer:

@iamskyereads - Ezra (Prospect) x OFC Beatrice 

ongoing series (Compulsion).  love the sci-fi world-building in the first chapter. Beatrice is a sharp and compelling protagonist who’s suffered a traumatic brain injury and has PTSD.  

@intheorangebedroom - Frankie (Triple Frontier) x OFC Gabrielle 

complete series (Pleased to Meet You).  angsty intercontinental love story between everyone’s favorite pilot and a cool French woman.  the descriptions of different cities are vivid.

@jazzelsaur - Frankie (Triple Frontier) x OFC Ellie

complete series (Between the Raindrops).  the slow burn here is a smolder in the best sense.  Elliot (Ellie) is a widow who lives next door to Frankie.  the weight of grief and angst in this series is remarkable. 

@jomiddlemarch - Joel (The Last of Us) x OFC Grace

loose-fit series (On Call for the Apocalypse).  crossover with Ted Lasso.  set in Jackson WY between seasons 1 and 2, Grace is a snarky doctor (scratch a cynic, find a romantic) hanging out with Joel and Ellie  (format better on AO3)

@julesonrecord and @lunapascal ( @stardustandskycrystals) - Dieter (the Bubble) x OFC Andie 

ongoing series (Curls).  we’re rooting for Dieter and Andie amid all the drama and shenanigans surrounding a pregnancy and a wedding.  this reads like a novel you finish in one sitting.  

@ladamedusoif - Mr Ben (SNL) x OFC Lydia 

ongoing series (Visiting).  Lydia is a European art historian who goes to teach at an East Coast liberal arts college and meets the dashing Mr Ben.  delightful and smart (and I'm not just describing Mr Ben).

@radiowallet - Marcus (We Can Be Heroes) x OFC Amy

ongoing series (Eyes Open).  Single parents Marcus and Amy find love in the workplace, HR be damned.  Amy contains multitudes and the portrait of her as a mother is especially real and sweet.

@whatsnewalycat - Din (Mandalorian) x OFC Charlie

ongoing series (Passenger).  Gritty, dark, cool AU where Din Djarin is a trucker/bounty hunter and Charlie is making her way west.  this fic has a lot of postmodern energy.

@yespolkadotkitty - Pero (Great Wall) x OFC Jade

complete series (Fighting Blind).  Fun, winsome adventure between a museum curator and our favorite Spanish warrior.  Love the time-travel element, the nod to the Asian diaspora, and the rich world-building.  This series is stay-up-past-your-bedtime reading.

feel free to share your fic recs and favorite OCs/OFCs (your own and/or others)!  ❤️

[honorhearted]

@sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins | continued from (x) 

The problem with gatherings was Ben had never particularly liked them. Despite his affable nature, he much, much preferred the company of books to pompous ratbags, and that sentiment was no truer than now as he and Lydia immersed themselves inside a T.ory gathering.

Even though he always strove to keep his wits about him, Ben made the mistake of imbibing early on. Any time one of these stuffy, out-of-touch half-wits made a disparaging remark about the r.ebels or W.ashington, Ben found himself taking a generous swallow of port. Even with Lydia at his side, sweet and demure and grounding, he wasn’t able to fully curb his temper. He supposed this was precisely why he typically didn’t assume the role of a.gent.

One of the men in their immediate circle -- a cloth m.erchant named Timmons -- kept l.ewdly describing his f.emale c.lientele and making light of the latest f.ashions. Although Ben would normally find this sort of discussion repulsive, his mild inebriation coupled with Lydia’s alluring, low-rising neckline made his topic shift to a more s.candalous sort.

After he’d whispered his s.ordid confession into her ear, he withdrew and took another sip of port, noting the way her cheeks flushed a pretty pink within the candlelight.

❝ And what do those dreams consist of-- Mr. Bolton? ❞

Ben hummed a moment, not having anticipated the follow-up. Although there wasn’t anything fully u.ntoward about this sort of discussion between a husband and wife, they were presently standing within a circle of at least eight people. Slowly, a smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “What would you like to know?” he asked.

Discreetly, Ben lowered his hand to Lydia’s wrist and gently pressed, the motion subtle, but almost possessive in its grip. “You were quiet, compliant, and readily at my mercy...not too far different from our present situation.”

All around them, the other men and women in the circle were vehemently arguing about what P.arisian f.ashions were best, so Ben felt free to disengage for just one moment. Sliding his hand down to grip at her own, he leaned in and whispered into her ear, “I recall something about you t.ouching yourself...” Lightly, he toyed with her middle and index fingers. “You opened yourself up and showed me precisely what brought you the most p.leasure.”

Righting his stance again, Ben drew her hand to his lips for a quick, but ardent kiss to her knuckles, his mouth grazing along her skin before he returned his attentions to the group around them. They were all still arguing about the damned f.ashions, so he smiled and lowly added, “I’m always a fan of e.ducation, wife, so maybe whenever the situation finally presents itself, you can give me a true demonstration.”

[promenadewithme]

First of all, I want to thank all of you so much for the follows, likes, comments, reblogs and support in general! I can't believe I hit 50 followers so soon! I know it’s not much, but I actually didn’t expect any at all so I’m so happy!! Thank you ❤️

Now, this is how the celebration is going to work: first you chose a song and a character. Then send it to my requests with your pronoun of choice, along with any other specifications and I'll write you a fic based on the song! You can either send the song or specific quotes as prompts

To find the fics I will write, use the #Anastasia's 50 followers celebration

This event starts today (May 20th) and ends June 10th

Support Me on Ko-Fi - if you’re feeling generous 💕

Songs:

Fluff (Romantic)

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

London Boy - Taylor Swift

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Lover - Taylor Swift

King of My Heart - Taylor Swift

Willow - Taylor Swift

Crazier - Taylor Swift

New Year’s Day - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift

How You Get The Girl - Taylor Swift

You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - Taylor Swift

Today Was A Fairytale - Taylor Swift

State Of Grace - Taylor Swift

Mine - Taylor Swift

Delicate - Taylor Swift

Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur

Naked - James Arthur

Rewrite The Stars - James Arthur + Anne-Marie

I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

How Would You Feel (Paean) - Ed Sheeran

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Afterglow - Ed Sheeran

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Dive - Ed Sheeran

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

Everything Has Changed - Ed Sheeran + Taylor Swift

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly + Ed Sheeran

Make You Feel My Love -Adele

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Little Things - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Andante, Andante - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

All Of Me - John Legend

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Snowman - Sia

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Arms - Christina Perri

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Halo - Beyoncé

The Only Exception - Paramore

Dandelions - Ruth B

Someone To You - BANNERS

Would You Be So Kind - Dodie

Someone You Like - The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

If I Could Tell Her - Ben Platt 

Absolutely Smitten - Dodie

How Long Will I Love - Ellie Goulding

Angst (Romantic)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

Drivers License - Olivia Rodrigo

Deja Vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - Olivia Rodrigo

Happier - Olivia Rodrigo

Jealousy, Jealousy- Olivia Rodrigo

Favourite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Hope Ur Ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Betty - Taylor Swift

Exile - Taylor Swift

Teardrops On My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Tolerate It - Taylor Swift

You’re Not Sorry - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

White Horse - Taylor Swift

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Breathe - Taylor Swift

The 1 - Taylor Swift

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Taylor Swift

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

When I Was Your Man -Bruno Mars

Someone Like You - Adele

Hello - Adele

All I Ask - Adele

Let Her Go - Passenger

Say Something - A Great Big World

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

California King Bed - Rihanna

Take a Bow - Rihanna

Broken Hearted Girl - Beyoncé

Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

SOS - ABBA

One Of Us - ABBA

Half a Heart - One Direction

Yesterday - The Beatles

If The World Was Ending - Julia Michaels

Colors - Halsey

Happier - Ed Sheeran

One Last Time - Ariana Grande

Why’d You Only Call Me When You High - Artic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Just a Friend to You - Meghan Trainor

All I Want - Kodaline

Love You From A Distance - Ashley Kutcher

Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ

I Don’t Wanna See You With Her - Maria Mena

Let Her Go - Passenger

All My Tears - Ane Brun

Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley

Someone to you - Lewis Capaldi 

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Others

Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Getaway Car -Taylor Swift

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

The Man - Taylor Swift

22 - Taylor Swift

Dorothea - Taylor Swift

Marjorie - Taylor Swift

The Best Day - Taylor Swift

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

I Forgot That You Existed - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

The Lakes - Taylor Swift

The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

When I Kissed The Teacher - ABBA

I Have A Dream - ABBA

I've Been Waiting For You - ABBA

You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins

Titanium - David Guetta (feat. Sia)

F**ckin' Perfect - P!nk

New Rules - Dua Lipa

IDGAF - Dua Lipa

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

You Should See Me in A Crown - Billie Eilish

COPYCAT - Billie Eilish

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Stand By You - Rachel Platten

Firework - Katy Perry

Because You Loved Me - Céline Dion

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa + Charlie Puth

NO - Meghan Trainor

Skyfall - Adele

Gasoline - Halsey

Castle On The Hill - Ed Sheeran

Save Myself - Ed Sheeran

Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

Growing Up - Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Ed Sheeran

7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez

Rare - Selena Gomez

Who Says - Selena Gomez

I Turn To You - Christina Aguilera

Till There Was You - The Beatles

Sweetest Devotion - Adele

ps: sorry, I'm a Swiftie and a Sheerio <3

Characters

Character x fem! or GN! reader (ROMANTIC)

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Helion, Tarquin, kallias and Tamlin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton and Simon Basset.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, The Darkling, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan and David.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian Havilliard and Chaol Westfall.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Neville, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Young Sirius, Young James and Young Remus.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley.

MARVEL: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker, Ned, Tony, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Scott Lang, James Rhodes, Peter Quill and Stephen Strange.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Peeta, Gale and Finnick.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Derek Shepherd, Andrew DeLuca, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery, Mark Sloan, George O'Malley, Link, Koracick and Ben Warren.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Liam and Jackson.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Stefan, Matt, Klaus, Elijah and Kai.

NARNIA: Peter, Edmund and Caspian.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Obi Wan, Kylo, Han, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin.

Character x platonic!/sis!/bro!/enemy!/daughter!/son!/mentor!/or anything else platonic Reader

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Feure, Nesta, Elain, Mor, Amren, Nyx, Lucien, Tarquin, Helion, Kallias, Tamlin, Ianthe, Suriel and Bone Carver.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, Darkling, David, Alina, Bahgra, Zoya, Tamar, Tolya, Apparat, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Inej, Tantee Heleen and Pekka Rollins.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian, Chaol and Aelin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony, Benedict, Colin; Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, Hyacinth, Lady Violet, Simon, Lady Danbury, Penelope, Lady Portia Featherington, Marina, Sienna, Genevieve, Cressida and Queen Charlotte.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Cho, Seamus, Fleur, Pansy, Myrtle, Sirius (old or young), James (old or young), Remus (old or young), Lily (old or young), Molly, Arthur, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Xenophilus Lovegood, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, Moody, Flitwick, Umbridge, Bellatrix, Voldemort, Lucius, Narcissa, Peter Pettigrew, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Dobby and Nearly Headless Nick.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy, Georgiana Darcy, Mr Bingley, Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth Bennet, Jane Bennet, Mary Bennet, Lydia Bennet, Catherine Bennet, Charlotte Lucas, Wickam, Mr Collins, Mr Bennet, Mrs Bennet.

MARVEL: Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Carol, Monica Rambeau, Pietro, Wanda, Agatha Harkness, Loki, Frigga, Odin, Hela, Thor, Heimdall, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Valkyrie, Peter Parker, Ned, MJ, Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Happy, Howard, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Shuri, Scott, Hope, Hank, Cassie, James Rhodes, Peter Quill, Gamora, Mantis, Nebula, Groot, Rocket, Drax, Stephen Strange, Wong, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Thanos, Ancient One, Red Skull, Ultron, John Walker and Zemo.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Finnick, Haymitch, Rue, President Snow, Primrose, Effie, Cinna and Johanna.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Meredith, Derek, Andrew, Alex, Jackson, Mark, Lexie, Cristina, April, Izzie, George, Callie, Owen, Addison, Arizona, Miranda, Amelia, Link, Burke, Teddy, Maggie, Richard, Carina, Ben Warren, Megan Hunt, Ellis Grey, Catherine Avery and Tom Koracick.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Allison, Derek, Isaac, Liam, Jackson, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski, Kira, Melissa McCall and Noshiko Yukimura.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Elena, Katherine, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, Jenna, Klaus, Elijah, Rebeka, Sheriff Forbes, Kai and Lexi.

NARNIA: Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian and Aslan.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Padme, Yoda, Jarjar, Obi Wan, Kylo, Rey, Han, Leia, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin and Grogu.

No pressure tags: @venuswritesfanfic @for-bebbanburg @maggiescarborough @multifandomfix @sweetnspicysimp @lazypeachsoul @magravenwrites

[murder-senpai]

F A N F I C T I O N

Oh, hello there!! My name is Murder-senpai! I’m new here to tumblr sooooo don’t mind me being awkward n’ stuff. So this is gonna be like, what fandoms and characters I write for sOoooOoOo

AU’s and other stuff I’ll do: ABO, genderbend, hanahaki, soulmate, supernatural/power, soft yandere/ stockholm syndrome, coffee shop, modern, fantasy, baby/kid versions of characters, babysitter, neko, inu, kitsune, post apocalyptic, zombie, flower shop, book store, dragon, fairy tale, high school/college, mafia, pregnant, steampunk, merpeople, pirate, pirate/merperson, prison, reincarnation, famous, vampire, werewolf

There is more shit I’ll do but I can’t really think anymore so just request

(reader insert crap)

I will NOT do nsfw. This is a christian minecraft sever 

You CAN request multiple character/poly and platonic stuff

If your not specific, I will choose between headcanons or a fic/drabble

If you request angst, I will give it a fluffy ending unless requested otherwise

Please be specific in your request   ex: reader gender (fem, male, gender neutral)

Edit: I will now take character x character, character + character platonic stuff, aus (like, medevil bnha, or a story about friendship or enemies to friends or adoption, anything really), and stuff like that

Current hyperfixation (aka, what I will probably write better for/ do more): dream smp

Will probably put the scenario in a non specific arc

Fairy Tail:

Natsu

Gray

Loke/leo

Laxus

Sting

Rouge

Gajeel

Zeref

Jellal

Jackal

Lucy

Levy

Juvia

Guildarts

Freed

Erza

DBH:

Connor

Hank

Markus

Gavin

nines

ATLA:

Aang

Zuko

Sokka

Katara

Toph

mai

ty lee

azula

BNHA:

Izuku

Katsuki

Shouto

Denki

Eijiro

Tenya

Toshinori

Shouta

hizashi

fumikage

neito

mirio

takami

hitoshi

inasa

Enji

keigo

rumi

momo

mina

ochaco

dabi

shigaraki

overhaul

sir nighteye

kurogiri

toga

twice

Inuyasha:

Inuyahsa

kagome

naraku

miroku

koga

sesshomaru

sango

BNA:

michiru

shirou

nazuna

alan

marie

pinga

Sherlock:

Sherlock

john

moriarty

mycroft

greg

molly

Harry potter:

harry

ron

hermione

draco

cedric

Black Butler:

ciel

sebastian

bard

finny

ash

claude

alois

triplets

william

grell

ronald

undertaker

joker

dagger

agni

soma

pluto

beast

lizzy

mey-rin

ran-mao

edward

aleistar

vincent

real ciel (I refer to him as astre tho)

snake

charles grey

charles phipps

gregory

cheslock

joanne

maurice

herman

clayton

lawrance

mcmillan

edgar

blavat

seiglinde

MLB:

Marinette/ladybug

adrien/chat noir

gabriel/hawkmoth

nathaniel

marc

luka

alya

nino

felix

bridgette

chloe

TPN:

emma

ray

norman

don

gilda

leslie

Undertale:

sans

papyrus

frisk

toriel

chara

asriel

asgore

grillby

gaster

mettaton

blooky 

AU’s- underfell, mafiatale, mafiafell, underswap, swapfell

Beastars:

legoshi

haru

louis

juno

gouhin

melon

Gravity falls:

dipper

mable

ford

wendy

robbie

bill

AU-reverse falls, monster falls

SVTFOE:

star

marco

tom

toffee

Hazbin:

alastor

angle dust

charlie

husk

vaggie

lucifer

val

vox

Pokemon:

Gladion

ash

clemont

serena

james

jesse

zeraora

lucario

mewtwo

zacian

zamazenta

literally any pokemon but those are my fave(and human versions ofc either is fine)

guzma

kukui

alain

lysandre

bede

hop

leon

milo

allister

raihan

marnie

piers

ACNH:

tom nook

raymond

lobo 

kabuki

lolly

marshal

Isabelle

redd

fang

Avengers:

tony

steve

bucky

clint

natasha

dr. strange

thor 

loki

peter

Voltron:

lance

keith

shiro

hunk

lotor

pidge

Aggretsuko:

tadano

haida

hyoudou

The hobbit:

literally JUST smaug

MLP:

twilight

pinkie

apple jack

rainbow

fluttershy

rarity

discord

Maid sama:

takumi

misaki

shoichiro

the three idiots

aoi (totaly gives off a ciel/lizzy vibe don’t even lie)

sotaro

tora

kanade

kuga

koma

yujiro

shosei

Naruto:

naruto

sauske

kakashi

itachi

gaara

neji

shikamaru

kurama

kiba

OHSHC:

tamaki

haruhi

hikaru

karou

both twins

kyoya

hunny

mori

kasanoda

nekosawa

Cells at work:

white blood cell

red blood cell

killer t cell

Little witch academia:

atsuko

diana

sucy

lotte

amanda

andrew

louis

frank

Pucca:

pucca

garu

tobe

abyo

Glitter force:

emily/Miyuki

kelsey/Akane

lily/Yayoi

april/Nao

chole/Reika

ulric/wolfrun

rascal

Glitter force doki doki:

ira

maya/Mana

rachel/Rikka

clara/Alice

mackenzie/Makoto

TMNT(2012):

leonardo

raphael

michelangelo

donatello

splinter

april

ROTG:

aster bunnymund

north

pitch

sandy

jack

tooth

Soul eater:

death the kid

soul 

black star

maka

stein

Aot:

levi

eren

armin

mikasa

jean

erwin

IT(2017):

pennywise

richie

beverly

eddie 

stanley

ben

bill 

henry

patrick

victor

belch

bowers gang

losers club

kamisama kiss:

nanami

tomoe

mizkui

kurama

otohiku

mikage

jiro

The outsiders:

dallas

darry

ponyboy

johnny

two-bit

steve

soda

Diabolik lovers:

shu

reiji

ayato

laito

kanato

subaru

yui

karlheinz

kou

azuza

carla

ruki

richter

yuma

shin

Hamilton:

alex

john

king george

george washington

lafayette

hercules

philip

aaron

thomas

Venom(2018):

eddie/venom

Tokyo mew mew:

ichigo

zakuro

tart

pie

Kisshu

Fran bow

Fran

remor

itward

mr. midnight

Steven universe

steven

connie

pearl

amethyst

larz 

sadie

garnet

lapiz

peridot

spinel

Haven't you heard i'm sakamoto

sakamota

Shou

Gargantia on the verdurous planet

ledo

amy

Animaniacs

yakko

wakko

dot

Over the garden wall

wirt

beast

Sonic

sonic

tails

knuckles

amy

shadow

Snow white with the red hair

Shirayuki

zen

obi

The sacrificial princess and the king of beasts(manga)

Leonhart

Sariphi

Lanteveldt

Anubis/Sirius

Jormungand

Fenrir

Nir

Joz

Ilya

Beetlejuice(musical)

beetlejuice

lydia

Creepypasta

Jeff the killer

slenderman

offenderman

trenderman

splenderman

ticci toby

masky

hoodie

BEN drowned 

eyeless jack

laughing jack

homicidal liu

zalgo

clockwork

Jason the toymaker

puppeteer

Yu-gi-oh

Seto Kaiba

FNAF

Freddy

bonnie

chica

foxy

golden freddy

toy freddy

toy bonnie

toy chica

mangle (male and female ver pls specify)

marionette ^

springtrap

william afton/ purple guy

baby

funtime freddy

ennard

nightmare freddy

nightmare bonnie

nightmare chica

nightmare foxy

nightmare mangle

fredbear

nightmare fredbear

Cuphead

cuphead

mugman

devil

king dice

Bendy and the ink machine

bendy

boris

alice 

Duck tales

Scrooge (aged down tho)

webby

della

donald

louie

dewey

huey

launchpad

lena

Dream smp

everyone (all platonic. Will do reader stuff, but would prefer more character +character interactions, specifically, SBI. PLSSS give me sbi stuff, ill marry you)

[plaidbooks]

The Future Is Now

A/N: This is...a weird one. I don’t have much of a description except to suspend your disbelief for a little bit; there’s magic that doesn’t really get explained. It’s a Mike Dodds x reader fic, and covers the Time Travel square in @adarafaelbarba​ moodboard bingo!

Disclaimer: I know the moodboard has time travel to the past, but this is the future and I got it okayed!

Tags: mentions of trying for kids, mentions of infertility

Words: 2570

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart​  @beccabarba​  @thatesqcrush​ @itsjustmyfantasyroom​ @permanentlydizzy​ @ben-c-group-therapy​  @infiniteoddball​ @glowingmess​ @whimsicallymad​ @lv7867​ @storiesofsvu​ @cycat4077​ @alwaysachorusgirl​  @glimmerglittergirl​ @joanofarkansass​ @caracalwithchips​ @berniesilvas​​ @qvid-pro-qvo​  @averyhotchner​ @imalostredheadinablondeworld​

When Mike proposed to you, you were over the moon, excited to declare your love to the world. Plus, he was yours now, for the rest of your lives. You were absolutely proud to be called Mrs. Dodds. And then a week later, you both purchased your dream house.

Soon after the purchase, you both started trying for kids. It was no secret that you wanted children, and while you debated waiting until you were married, you were both ready and thought it wouldn’t hurt to at least try now. But after months of trying, you decided to make a doctor’s appointment, just to make sure things were okay.

As it turned out, Mike was considered healthy and fertile. You, however, were not. “There’s no chance of you getting pregnant. I’m so sorry,” your doctor told you. Mike held you as you cried and cried into his chest.

“We’ll figure it out, darling. We can find someone to carry a baby for us, or adopt, or—”

“I want a biological baby, Mike. I want to carry my own child,” you sobbed. There was nothing wrong with his suggestions, they just weren’t for you. You feared that you and Mike should just…not get married. Let him find a woman who could have his child.

 **********************

About a week later with the dark cloud still over your head, Mike decided to take you out for lunch; just a cute date to try and cheer you up. You didn’t think that was possible, but as he held your hand, walking down the streets of New York City, you found yourself smiling softly at him.

“Come on; this is a shortcut,” he urged, pulling you towards a short alley. It was bizarre, the sidewalk made with cobblestone rather than the cement that filled the city streets. There was a strange feeling in your gut as you walked with him; it was like the sensation you get when falling, your stomach jumping and twisting into knots. You glanced up at Mike as you gripped his hand tighter, and he grimaced as if he, too, felt the weirdness. Finally, you exited the other side of the alley.

“Did you feel…strange in there, too?” you asked softly.

Mike turned around to look at the alley, make sure you weren’t being followed. “Y—yeah…that was weird.” You continued walking, though you huddled a little closer to Mike as you went. But you froze when you walked past an ad posted in a window. He stopped a little ahead of you, glancing back.

“What is it?” he asked in confusion.

But your eyes were locked to the ad, and you pointed. It was just an ad for an upcoming Broadway show, but that’s not what caught your eyes. No, you were stuck staring at the date.

“Isn’t it 2015?” you breathed.

Mike followed your finger to the date, seeing 2020 written in bold font. He shrugged, “someone just made a typo; nothing to freak out about.”

You nodded; that had to be it, right? Just to be sure, though, you pulled your phone from your pocket. But it refused to turn on, even though you knew it was fully charged. Mike checked his phone, too, seeing the black screen staring back at him.

“Fuck; we gotta go home, Mike. I feel weird about this,” you said, turning back to where you came from.

He followed, agreeing that something was off. Especially when you couldn’t find that alley again. Shaking with nerves, you hurried home, Mike trailing a step behind you. But you froze hallway up to your front door; there were people inside. Mike saw it too, and motioned for you to follow.

Crouching, you shuffled as quietly as you could behind him, making your way to the living room window. There was no explaining what you saw when you both glanced in.

“Is that…us?” Mike asked, voice hushed.

Indeed, it was you and Mike—though, maybe slightly older, slightly more lined—with three children. There was a boy about seven, another boy around five, and a little girl in Mike’s arms, maybe two. None of the children looked alike, nor resembled either of you; they must be adopted.

“What the actual fuck,” you muttered. “What the fuck?!”

Mike quickly shuffled away, dragging you with him. Once you were a little ways away, he turned to face you. “Okay, scenario one; this is all a dream, none of it real. Scenario two; we’re hallucinating, whether because of stress, grief, or something else. Scenario three, and I hesitate to list it but…we traveled forward in time by five years.”

“Absolutely not! We did not travel through time! That’s just—that’s not possible!” you replied.

He placed a hand on your shoulder gently, to help ground you. “I agree. Let’s just…maybe we should head to the hospital.”

“That’s a good idea…” you trailed off. Then you jumped in the air, disappointed when you hit the ground again. Mike rose an eyebrow and you sheepishly said, “I was hoping that if this was a dream, I could fly.”

 ******************

It wasn’t a long walk to the hospital, but along the way, you and Mike ran into that damned alley again, still lined with cobblestones. You don’t know why it felt like the same one, even though it was in a completely different part of the city, but you knew it was the same. After pointing it out, you went through it again, dragging Mike with you and hoping to gain more information. But once on the other side, you noticed that things looked…different. Not overtly so, but the buildings had changed slightly. Looking back showed that the alley was gone once more.

The first thing Mike did was check his phone, to no avail. You followed his lead, but your phone was bricked, too. So instead, you headed for a window in a shop, littered with ads. And you let out a gasp as you saw that the date had changed again. But instead of being your time—

“2030?!” you yelled. “What the hell is happening?!”

Mike’s eyes were wide as he tried to work through this new information. “I bet that alley has some sort of gas or toxin leaking into it, making us hallucinate—”

“It doesn’t matter; we have to go to the hospital!” you replied, heading in that direction. He quickly caught up with you, and you wandered the city streets of Manhattan.

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath before he grabbed your hand and dragged you into a little alcove. You looked up at him, giving him a look and he quickly explained, “I just saw…I saw us again. And though I don’t think we actually traveled through time, I don’t want to fuck anything up on the small off chance we did.”

You rose an eyebrow. “I thought that was only messing with the past?”

“Look, I don’t know! I just know this is all very weird, okay!”

You had to agree there, so you watched as you and Mike—older, 60-year-old you and Mike—made their way to a fancy restaurant. They were seated outside, the table having two extra chairs. Soon enough, a man and wife joined them. You were too far to hear, but you saw the woman show off her left hand, saw the proud smile on the man’s face. Something pulled you towards them, and you found yourself walking closer.

Mike’s eyes went wide, but he was too slow to stop you. So instead, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, hurrying you closer. You both leaned against the wall of the restaurant, facing each other so that they wouldn’t see your faces.

“So, have you told your siblings yet?” a voice that could only be yours, though aged with time, asked. “I’m sure they’ll be so proud that their brother is finally getting married.”

“Not yet; I wanted you and dad to know first. As well as…Lydia’s pregnant!” a man exclaimed, excitement lacing his voice.

“Congratulations,” older Mike said, and you could hear the smile and pride in his voice, even at this age. “You know we love being grandparents.”

There was an awkward silence before the man quietly asked, “that’s okay, right mom?”

“Of course it is, dear. You know that I love you and your siblings as if I had given birth to you. You’re my children, and I will love you and my grandchildren until the day I die,” older you replied.

You had heard enough, and you took Mike’s hand, tugging him gently away. There were tears in your eyes, and you noticed them in his before he had a chance to blink them away.

“Maybe…maybe adoption is a viable option for us, Mike,” you mumbled. It no longer mattered if this was real or a dream; either way, it was a clear sign that you and Mike would get past your infertility, that you had so much love to give both to each other and to your children, adopted or not.

“We can look into it once we’re both deemed okay mentally,” he replied, his arm coming back around your shoulders, holding you to him. He kissed the top of your head, and you shoved your face into his chest as you walked.

You had been wandering, not paying attention as you left the restaurant, but you heard hard rock under your shoe. Glancing down, you saw cobblestone. No, you thought, looking up, panicked. Once again, you and Mike were in the alleyway.

“How does this keep happening?” you asked, your voice echoing unnaturally around you.

Mike gripped your hand. “I don’t know, but we’re getting out of here,” he said, dragging you to the entrance…or exit—it was hard to tell where you came from. Once out, you both checked your phones; still dead. When you looked around you, though, you found yourselves on the outskirts of the city. There was no telling what year it was anymore, and in a bout of fear and panic, you started to run.

Mike let out a yelp before he followed. You didn’t know where you were going; it’s like your feet knew where to go, intent on showing you something, leading you somewhere.

He caught up to you after your lungs were burning, your knees buckling. “What are you doing? We have to remain calm,” he said, panting.

You were gasping down lungsful of air, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. You gave Mike an apologetic look, about to tell him you had no idea what was going on, when you glanced over his shoulder. There was a large field behind you, an assortment of tombstones in neat rows. You were on the edge of a cemetery.

“About time you two showed up,” a man’s voice said, and you jumped. Turning, you found an elderly man sitting on a bench a little ways away. Upon a closer look, you noticed that he looked familiar.

“Excuse me?” Mike asked, walking closer. He jolted in surprise, and it connected a moment later for you; it was elderly Mike Dodds.

Old Mike chuckled softly. “This one was a little harder to figure out, since we never saw a date. But I knew I was 93, so I decided to come here every day until I saw you two,” he explained.

“But—but how did you know—? What’s happening?” you asked, bewildered.

He nodded. “It’s confusing, I know. But I knew you’d be here because, well—” he looked at his younger self— “because I’ve been here in my youth. My wife and I never did find out what it was, a dream or—or hallucination. All we knew was that it was somehow real; it predicted our future.”

“How do we get back?” Mike asked.

The old man gave Mike a long look. “You must cherish your fiancée, Mike. Even when she becomes your wife, you must always cherish her.”

Mike blinked. “Y—yeah, I will, I promise. But how do we—”

“My lovely wife is gone now. We had our ups and our downs, our ridiculous fights over nothing. But at the end of the day, I loved her with my whole heart and soul, just as she loved me. We knew we could make it through anything, as long as we had each other.” He looked at you, and you saw such adoration in his eyes that your breath caught. “There’s still days where I miss her: her voice, her laugh, her love. But we both knew it was her time when she went, and she was happy. Now I find happiness in our kids and grandkids, and in knowing that I wouldn’t change a damn thing about the past 50 years, not one bit of it. And I know I’ll see her again soon, that she’s waiting for me.”

You didn’t notice the tears until they were trailing down your cheeks. You looked at Mike, and he, too, was crying. He opened his mouth, but elderly Mike spoke over him.

“The only way back is to go back to the beginning,” he muttered, suddenly tired.

“But we can’t find the alleyway—”

“Not the damn alleyway! Go back further, to where it all began!”

You and Mike looked at each other with your watery eyes in confusion, but when you turned back, the old Mike was gone.

“What now?” you asked softly.

Mike came up to you, cupping your face in his hands and brushing away your tears. “We’ll figure it out, darling. I promise.”

He kissed your forehead before moving to grab your hand. You both started walking, unsure of where to go but following your feet…your hearts. You walked for what seemed like forever before you noticed where you were.

“This is where we had our first date,” you muttered, looking at the little restaurant, still here after so many years of changes.

Mike’s eyes lit up and he pulled you a few buildings down. There was a white archway, roses along the bottom and wisteria wrapped around the top. Your heart fluttered at the sight, just like the first time; you always found this fixture odd, sitting in the middle of a bustling city, so out of place. And just like that first date, Mike tugged you to stand underneath it.

“Back to the beginning,” he muttered as he turned to face you. You were pressed up against his chest, looking up into his kind face, and all those feelings from the first night slammed into you: the nerves, the excitement, and the love.

“May I kiss you?” he asked, his voice echoing through time. You nodded shyly, biting your bottom lip, and he slowly leaned in. The moment his lips touched yours, you knew you never wanted to pull away. You lifted to your tiptoes, kissing him back with passion, his shirt balled in your fists. He smiled against your lips, and you grinned. As you gently pulled away, he let out a little huff of a laugh, just like he did the first time.

“I love you, Mike Dodds,” you whispered, staring into those bright eyes of his.

His grin broadened. “I love you, too. And I cannot wait to grow old with you.”

You could’ve stayed like that forever, in his arms, looking into that handsome face. But the silence around you was broken by your phone ringing.

[chips1977]

WARNING : I'm just an addict ... addicted to music. There are people who are born to make music, o8 thers are born to hearing. Whenever was part of this second group. Maybe it's. a habit, I gotta use, even if it 's rock, jazz or the quiet storm. Great pictures of the things I love - music, painting, books, photography, architecture, design, women, and more. I love music more than lasagna. Better to burn out than fade away. The older you get, the better life gets. But time also seems to be accelerating, the clock running too fast. So, looking at those early days, everything is very slow, stretched, and great significance. The most recent time, I spent busy with simple things.People think rock and roll is only about teenage rebellion, but why can not exist old rebel too? THE RESIDENTS is my Biggest Addiction, and,THE RED KRAYOLA, OLD TIME RELIJUN-ARRINGTON DIONYSO,R. STEVIE MOORE,SHRIMP BOAT,SMEGMA,THE SUN CITY GIRLS, LEGENDARY PINK DOTS,MINIMAL COMPACT,FRANK ZAPPA,CAPTAIN BEEFHEART,THE VELVET UNDERGROUND,THINKING FELLERS UNION LOCAL 282,THE EX,CAN,FAUST,WEEN,TELEVISION,THE MODERN LOVERS,SNAKEFINGER,MILES DAVIS,SUN RA,KRAFTWERK,ANAL MAGIC & REV. DWIGHT FRIZZELL,MICHAEL YONKERS,MOONDOG,THE WORK,RAYMOND SCOTT,THE GO-BETWEENS,SLAPPY HAPPY,ART BEARS,NAKED CITY,HENRY COW,SKELETON CREW,JOHN ZORN,FRED FRITH,THE FIBONACCIS,BONGWATER-MARK KRAMER,SHOCKABILLY,BAND OF SUSANS,THE PAINTEENS,STUMP,RENALDO AND LOAF,CERTAIN GENERAL,THE THREE JOHNS,CHROME,PRIMUS-LES CLAYPOOL,EUGENE CHADBOURNE,ESKIMO, MINUTEMEN, MISSION OF BURMA,FUGAZI,BLURT, GLAXO BABIES,THIS HEAT,THE SEA AND CAKE,SAVAGE REPUBLIC,TUXEDO MOON, XTC,U.S,MAPLE,THE PAPER CHASE,DANIEL SMITH- DANIELSON FAMILE .......  Other musical priorities are: HENRY FLYNT, THE FEELIES,PERE UBU,THE CLASH, JOY DIVISION, PROTOMARTYR, CAR SEAT HEADREST,THE BETTER-BEATLES, DARKSIDE,THE MEMBRANES, THEATRE OF HATE, NOCTURNAL PROJECTIONS,THE LINES,CARDINAL,CLEANERS FROM VENUS,THE JAZZ BUTCHER, ELVIS COSTELLO,THE MONOCHROME SET, TELEVISION PERSONALITIES, ALTERNATIVE TV, GONG,ANNIE ANXIETY, THE DEL-BYZANTEENS, WALL OF VOODOO, BUTHOLE SURFERS, RICHARD DAWSON, MAC DeMARCO,WOVEN HAND,16 HORSEPOWER, DAVID EUGENE EDWARDS,SHELLAC, SLINT-PAPA M-DAVID PAJO, LUNGFISH, OM, EARTH,THE BOOK OF KNOTS,LOUNGE LIZARDS-JOHN LURIE,ANTON FIER-GOLDEN PALOMINOS,PETER BLEGVAD,PETER HAMMILL,TOMAHWAK,FANTOMAS,MR. BUNGLE, MIKE PATTON, SUICIDE-MARTIN REV+ALAN VEGA,AARON FREEMAN,JAPAN,STEREOLAB, SPACEMEN 3, SPECTRUM, SWELL MAPS, SILVER APPES, SWELL,MORPHINE, HAWKWIND, DEVO,FLYING LIZARDS, MAGAZINE, RALPH CARNEY,ROBERT WYATT, JOHN WILKES BOOZE, KEVIN COYNE, DAEVID ALLEN, SLEEPYTIME GORILLA MUSEUM, MX-80 SOUND, SOPOR AETERNUS & The ENSEMBLE of SHADOWS, THE AUTEURS,MAN MAN, DAMIEN JURADO, DAVID DONDERO, CHAD VANGALLEN, LONG FIN KILLIE, MAGIC TRICK-TIN COHEN, CHRIS COHEN, DAVID BAZAN,VAMPIRE RODENTS, JON WAYNE, PRAM,THE OLIVIA TREMOR CONTROL, PAVEMENT, PATTI SMITH, FUGS, PEARLS BEFORE SWINE-TOM RAP, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA-JOSEPH BYRD, FAMILY, GODZ, BONZO DOG DOO DAH BAND,PENTANGLE,THE INCREDIBLE STRING BAND, SLOVENLY, CHEER- ACCIDENT, TARWATER, COIL,THROBBING GRISTLE, SHAWN LEE, CLUTCHY HOPKINS, JURYMAN AKA IAN SIMMONDS AKA WISE IN TIME+SANDALS, ZOOGZ RIFT, THE BOOKS,NEW THRILL PARADE, CHRIS KNOX , DAVID KILGOUR,THE BATS,THE CLEAN,THE PIN GROUP, CRIME CITY SOLUTION, ROWLAND S. HOWARD,TOM WAITS, VIC CHESNUTT, JOE HENRY, ALEJANDRO ESCOVEDO,THE TAPE BEATLES,THE GUN CLUB, MAGAZINE,THE DENGUE FEVER,THE PAPER CHASE,THE FIERY FURNACES,THE MICROPHONES-PHIL ELVRUM,GARY WAR,RAILROAD JERK, KARL BLACK- SOCK HEADDED PETERS-LEMON KITTENS,THE MUSIC TAPES,THE SHAGGS, BOBB TRIMBLE, FISH AND ROSES, DIABLO SWING ORCHESTRA,POP D`ELL ARTE,MLER IF DADA,TOM ZÉ, WALTER FRANCO,OS MUTANTES,CAETANO VELOSO,MILTON NASCIMENTO, ARNALDO ANTUNES,VINICIUS CANTUARIA,JORGE BEN,CAZUZA,CEREBRO ELECTRONICO,CORDEL DE FOGO ENCANTADO,ROGERIO SKYLAB,OTTO, MOMBOJÓ,CRIOULO,MAX CASTRO, METÁ METÁ, ATALHOS, ROMULO FROES,WADO,ORQUESTRA IMPERIAL, LENINE,APANHADOR SÓ,MUNDO LIVRE SA,NAÇÃO ZUMBI, ALÇEU VALENÇA,ANT- BEE, BILL FAY,RON SEXSMITH,EL GUAPO,DAVID GRUBS,TORTOISE, SAM PREKOP, GASTR DEL SOL,HENRY KAISER,HOME & GARDEN, BOB DRAKE, MY DEAD IS DEAD, AKRON FAMILY, SWANS,THESE IMMORTAL SOULS, UNREST WORK & PLAY,THE TAPE BEATLES,THIS KIND OF PUNISHMENT,SWOLLEN MONKEYS (Ralph Carney) LIARS, SNAPPED ANKLES, CAVERN ANTI-MATTER, GANG GANG DANCE, THE DAMAGE MANUAL,THE BLACK ANGELS,SCOUT NIBLET,DIE FORM,LONELADY,COP SHOOT COP,WAR ON DRUGS,THE MONKS,TIM HUEY,TRACHTENBURG FAMILY,THE TRIFFIDS,THE CRUEL SEA,THE MEKONS,THE METOD ACTORS,THE SOFT BOYS,THE MISTAKES,THE MOUNTAIN GOATS,THE NEW CREATION, BRUCE HAACK, LOREN MAZZACANE CONNORS,GLEN BRANCA,ALBERT MARCOEUR,LOS ANGELES FREE MUSIC SOCIETY, SHELLEY HIRSCH,NEW YORK GONG,THE POLYPHONIC SPREE,LYDIA LUNCH,LOVE, LUCIA PAMELA,FATIMA MIRANDA,SAFETY SCISSOR S,RICHARD HELL & VOIDOIDS, SACCHARINE TRUST, ADAM FORKNER of [[[[VVRSSNN]]] YUME BITSU, ROY MONTGOMERY,RUN ON, LOVELY LITTLE GIRLS,SAFETY SCISSORS, BRIDE OF NO NO,TONE DOGS,TREAT HER RIGHT,TRIPOD JIMMIE,LIFTER PULLER,THEY MIGHT BY GIANTS,GANG OF FOUR,THE POP GROUP, WIRE, JOSEPH K, ORANGE JUICE, RAIN PARADE, THE GREEN ON REED, THE RENDERS,SOUL COUGHING-MIKE DOUGHTY, MAZARIN, KARATE- GEOFF FARINA, SECRET STARS,THE CHURCH, BLANK DOGS, FROG EYES, JOAN OF ARC, PURE X, YUNG WU,WAKE OOLOO, SPEED THE PLOUGH, DRIVE BY TRUCKERS, CAMPER VAN BEETHOVEN, MARTIN NEWELL, ERLAND and The CARNIVAL, CRIPPLED BLACK PHOENIX,CALIFONE,RED RED MEAT, LOW, Eels, LOWER DENS,THE BLACK HEART PROCESSION, KING MISSILE, THE NOTWIST, CLINIC, QUICKSPACE,THE COMSAT ANGELS,THE ASSOCIATES, EZRA FURMAN and THE HARPOONS, EFF BARZELAY, BORN RUFIANS, FERGUS & GERONIMO, CHAIN AND THE GANG-IAN SEVENONIOUS-WEIRD WAR-THE MAKE UP,ESCAPIST,MOONFACE, DEAN BLUNT,COLLEEN,ZERO 7,THREE MILE PILOT,LIFE WITHOUT BUILDINGS, CLOUD CULT,BLACKOUT BEACH,PINBACK,ARIEL PINK,MAGIC HOUR,MAJOR STARS, MAPS & ATLASES, MEGAFAUN,MENOMENA,TAME IMPALA, AMPS FOR CHRIST,ARBOURETUM,TRUE WIDOW,NANA GRIZOL,TIMBER TIMBRE,THE, IMPOSSIBLE SHAPES,THE LOVE EVERYTHING,THE MAE SHI, DEAD SKELETONS,THE SHIPPING NEWS,NEW WET KOJAK,GIRLS AGAINTS BOYS,LES SAVY FAV,GERMAN SHEPHERDS,SILKWORM,DIANOGAH,31 KNOTS,90 DAY MEN, 17 PYGMIES,PARENTHETICAL GIRLS, GUN OUTFIT,VAMPIRE RODENTS, PUMA JAW-PINKIE MACLURE and JOHN WILLS, SLUG GUTS, DOG FACED HERMANS, GOD IS MY CO-PILOT, THE SKULL DEFEKTS, CUL de SAC, PELL MELL, FOR CARNATION, MARVIN PONTIAC, ARIEL PINK, FLAT WORMS, AMEN DUNES, IDDLES, WAXAHATCHEE, WOLF PARADE, SUN KILL MOON, NATALIE PRESS ,CHELSEA WOLFE, SHILPA RAY, INCA SILVER, IBEYI, ANGEL OLSEN,THE COMET IS COMING,SLEAFORD MODS, VAGABOND, SUUNS, MADONNATRON, BIG THIEF, FAT, SHAME, SAVAGES, ICEAGE, OMNI, PARQUET COURTS, WHITE FAMILY, LYDA HUSIK, SHARON VAN ETTEN, dEUS, MITSKI, LAUREL HALO,JULIA HOLTER, MARISSA NADLER, JOSEPHINE FOSTER,TRACY BRYANT, MALE GAZE, TY SEGALL,THEE OH SEES, TYVEK, GOAT, WAND,YUCK, THE MOONLANDINGZ, VIET CONG, OUGHT, ALLAH-LAS,THE FRESH & ONLYS, WHITE FENCE, LAURA MARLING, EMA, PHAEDRA, LHASA, FIRST AID KIT, JANE WEAVER, WYE OAK, CAROLINER AKA CAROLINER RAIBOW ... E gosto de viajar, andar de bicicleta, de comboios, de animais.... não gosto de pessoas superficiais... sem cultura.Gosto de dança, de arte o que quer que isso seja!. Não gosto da monotonia. Gosto de criticar no sentido positivo. Não gosto de sonhar em ficar rico. Gosto do “Vive cada dia como se fosse o último “. Não gosto de despedidas. Gosto de pormenores.Gosto de perfumes. Não gosto de mentir nem que me mintam, não suporto hipócritas.Gosto do mar. Não gosto de quem não acredita em nada e não se importa com nada e tem a profundidade de uma colher... Gosto de viajar, gosto de ajudar e de saber que pude ser útil a alguém em qualquer coisa. Não gosto da efemeridade da vida e da constante lembrança da proximidade da morte. Não gosto de não perceber. Não gosto de atrasos e de quem não é capaz de cumprir as suas promessas, não gosto de quem volta atrás com a sua palavra e ainda menos que voltem atrás comigo. Não gosto da cusquice.Gosto de amigos e da camaradagem, não gosto das” amizades “que se perdem por coisas que no final das contas não significam nada... Gosto de palavras e de conversas sem fim... Gosto de pessoas originais, com humor,com ideias próprias... e com classe. Não gosto de carinho quando estou nervoso.Gosto do campo. Não gosto de seguir a onda.Gosto de coisas pouco claras, mas bem esclarecidas. Gosto de dominar. Não gosto de brincar com os sentimentos dos outros.Gosto de toques e de trocas de olhar, de demonstrações de carinho e de cenas sensuais. Não gosto de ficar bêbado até dizer a verdade. Gosto da grandeza das coisas simples, e gosto de coisas complicadas mas não gosto de complicações... O comum não me atrai, gosto normalmente de coisas que passam despercebidas... Gosto de gostar e de não gostar de tudo isto e muito mais...

[dragon430]

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🔥 Characters, Fandoms, Rules and Commission Prices below the cut.

Fandoms and Characters I write for:

~#~ 

101 Dalmatians (Live Action Version): Cruella De Vil

~A~

Accel World: Ash Roller & Yellow Radio

Adventure Time: Finn, Fionna, Flame King, Flame Prince, Flame Princess, Marceline, Marshall Lee & Prince Gumball

Aladdin (Animated And Live Action Versions): Aladdin & Jasmine

Alice In Wonderland (Live Action Version): Alice Kingsleigh, Cheshire Cat, Iracebeth/The Red Queen, Mirana Marmoreal/The White Queen & Tarrant Hightopp/Mad Hatter

American Gods: Bilquis, Liam Doyle, Mad Sweeney, Mr. Ibis, Mr. Jacquel, Mr. Nancy, Ostara, Shadow Moon & Technical Boy/Telephone Boy/Quantum Boy

Angels Of Death: Isaac "Zack" Foster

Arcane:  Ambessa Medarda, Cecil Heimerdinger, Ekko, Jinx/Powder, Sevika, Silco, Vander, Violet “Vi” & Viktor

Assassination Classroom: Gakuho Asano, Gakushu Asano, Irina Jelavic, Itona Horibe, Karma Akabane, Korosensei/The Reaper, Nagisa Shiota, Ryoma Terasaka, Tadaomi Karasuma & Yuma Isogai

A Tender Heart: Evelina & Liandro

Attack On Titan: Annie Leonhardt, Eren Jaeger, Erwin Smith, Furlan Church, Jean Kirschtein, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Nile Dox, Porco Galliard & Reiner Braun

Avatar Movies: Ao'nung, Jake Sully, Kiri, Lo’ak, Miles Quaritch, Miles "Spider" Socorro, Neteyam, Neytiri, Ronal, Rotxo, Tonowari, Tsireya & Tsu'tey

Avatar The Last Airbender: Aang, Azula, Katara, Sokka, Toph & Zuko

~B~

Bad Samaritan: Cale Erendreich & Sean Falco

Baldur’s Gate: Astarion Ancunín, Gale Dekarios, Karlach Cliffgate,  Lae'zel,  Mizora & Wyllyam “Wyll” Ravengard

Beastars: Bill, Gohin, Juno, Legoshi, Louis, Melon & Pina

Beauty And The Beast (Animated And Live Action Versions): Beast/Prince Adam, Belle & Gaston

Beetlejuice Musical: Beetlejuice & Lydia

Beetlejuice TV Show: Beetlejuice & Lydia

Belle: Kei (Beast), Shinobu Hisatake & Suzu Naito (Belle)

Ben 10: Ben Tennyson (+ Aliens), Gwen Tennyson & Kevin Levin

Ben 10 (Alien Force): Albedo, Ben Tennyson (+ Aliens), Charmcaster, Gwen Tennyson & Kevin Levin

Ben 10 (Omniverse): Albedo, Ben Tennyson (+ Aliens), Charmcaster, Gwendolyn Tennyson, Kevin Levin, Kyhber & Rook

Ben 10 (Ultimate Alien): Albedo, Ben Tennyson (+ Aliens), Charmcaster, Gwen Tennyson & Kevin Levin

Bendy And The Ink Machine: Bendy/Ink Demon & Sammy Lawrence

Beyblade Metal Fusion (& Metal Masters): Da Xiang Wang, Gingka Hagane, Kyōya Tategami, Masamune Kadoya, Nile, Reiji Mizuchi, Ryūga Kishatu, Ryūtaro Fukami, Sora Akatsuki, Tsubasa Otori, Yu Tendo & Zhou Xing

Big Hero Six: Baymax, Gogo Tomago, Hiro Hamada & Tadashi Hamada 

Black Butler: Agni, Alois Trancy, Cheslock, Ciel Phantomhive, Dagger, Doll/Freckles, Drossel Keinz, Edward Midford, Grell Sutcliff, Joker, Jumbo, Sebastian Michaelis, Snake, Soma Asman Kadar, Undertaker & William T. Spears

Black Clover: Asta, Charlotte Roselei, Fuegoleon Vermillion, Gajah, Gordon Agrippa, Jack The Ripper, Julius Novachrono, Kiato, Klaus Lunettes, Ladros, Leopold Vermillion, Liebe, Luck Voltia, Magna Swing, Mars, Mereoleona Vermillion, Nacht Faust, Neige, Noelle Silva, Nozel Silva, Patolli, Rades Spirito, Rill Boismortier, Vetto, William Vangeance, Yami Sukehiro, Yuno Grinberryall & Zora Ideale 

Bleach: Äs Nödt, Bazzard Black “Bazz-B”, Byakuya Kuchiki, Coyote Starrk, Gin Ichimaru, Gō Koga, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Hichigo, Hōzukimaru, Hyōrinmaru, Ichigo Kurosaki, Ikkaku Madarame, Isshin Shiba/Kurosaki, Jinta Hanakari, Kazeshini, Kenpachi Zaraki, Kensei Muguruma, Kisuke Urahara, Kon, Kūgo Ginjō, Kurōdo, Mabashi, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Nnoitra Gilga, Noba, Pesche Guatiche, Renji Abarai, Ryūken Ishida, Sajin Komamura, Senbonzakura, Shinji Hirako, Shūhei Hisagi, Sōsuke Aizen, Szayelaporro Granz, Tōshirō Hitsugaya, Ulquiorra Cifer, Uryū Ishida, Yammy Llargo, Yasutora “Chad” Sado, Yoruichi Shihōin, Yukio Hans Vorarlberna, Yumichika Ayasegawa & Zabimaru “Snake and Monkey”

Blood Lad: Staz Charlie Blood & Wolf

Blue Exorcist: Amaimon, Mephisto Pheles, Reiji Shiratori, Rin Okumura, Ryuji “Bon” Suguro, Shiro Fujimoto & Yukio Okumura

Blue Lock: Adam Blake, Eita Otoya, Gin Gagamaru, Hyoma Chigiri, Jingo Raichi, Julian Loki, Jyubei Aryu, Kenyu Yukimiya, Kazuma Nio, Leonardo Luna, Meguru Bachira, Oliver Aiku, Rensuke Kunigami, Rin Itoshi, Ryusei Shido, Seishiro Nagi, Shoei Baro, Tabito Karasu, Yoichi Isagi & Zantetsu Tsurugi

Blue Period: Haruka Hashida, Koigakubo, Ryuji “Yuka-chan” Ayukawa, Yatora Yaguchi & Yotasuke “Sekai-kun” Takahashi

BNA: Alan Sylvasta & Shirou Ogami

Boku No Hero Academia: Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress), Chizome Akaguro (Stain), Denki Kaminari (Chargebolt), Eijiro Kirishima (Red Riot), Enji Todoroki (Endeavor), Fumikage Tokoyami (Tsukuyomi), Goto Imasuji (Jail Breaker & Muscular), Himiko Toga, Hitoshi Shinso, Inasa Yoarashi (Gale Force), Izuku Midoriya (Deku), Jin Bubaigawara (Twice), Kai Chisaki (Overhaul), Katsuki Bakugo (Dynamight), Keigo Takami (Hawks), Kendo Rappa (The Rapper), Kugo Sakamata (Gang Orca), Kurogiri/Oboro Shirakumo (Loud Cloud), Kyoka Jiro (Earphone Jack), Mezo Shoji (Tentacole), Mirio Togata (Lemillion), Momo Yaoyorozu (Creati), Neito Monoma (Phantom Thief), Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head), Shoto Todoroki (Shoto), Shuichi Iguchi (Spinner), Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum), Tamaki Amajiki (Suneater), Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu (Reel Steel), Tomura Shigaraki, Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Toya Todoroki (Dabi) & Yo Shindo (Grand)

Brave: Merida

Buddy Daddies: Kazuki Kurusu & Rei Suwa

Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Angel, Buffy, Rupert Giles & Spike

Bungo Stray Dogs: Atsushi Nakajima, Chūya Nakahara, Doppo Kunikida, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, Kenji Miyazawa, Kyōka Izumi, Michizō Tachihara, Ōgai Mori, Osamu Dazai, Ranpo Edogawa, Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Sakunosuke Oda, Tatsuhiko Shibusawa & Yukichi Fukuzawa

~C~

Camp Camp: Daniel, David & Max

Carmen Sandiego (2019): Carmen Sandiego, Chase Devineaux, Graham/Gray (Crackle), Player & Sheena (Tigress)

Castlevania: Alucard, Dracula, Hector, Isaac, Lenore, Striga & Trevor Belmont

Chaos Walking: Todd Hewitt

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina: Ambrose Spellman, Caliban, Lucifer Morningstar, Mambo Marie LeFleur/Baron Samedi, Prudence Blackwood, Robin Goodfellow & Sabrina Spellman

Cobra Kai: Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Johnny Lawrence, Miguel Diaz, Robert "Robby" Keene & Tory Nichols

Coco: Miguel Rivera

Constantine (TV Series): John Constantine & Papa Midnite

Coraline: Coraline Jones & Wybie Lovat

Creepypasta: BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Homicidal Liu, Jane The Killer, Jeff The Killer, Laughing Jack, Offenderman, Slenderman, Splendorman, Ticci-Toby & Trenderman

Criminal Minds: Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Luke Alvez, Matthew "Matt" Simmons, Mick Rawson, Penelope Garcia, Spencer "Spence" Reid & William "Will" LaMontagne, Jr

Cruella: Artie, Estella Miller/Cruella De Vi & Jasper Badun

Cursed: Arthur, Dof, Gawain, Merlin, Nimue & The Weeping Monk

~D~

Dance With Devils: Mage Nanashiro & Shiki Natsumezaka

Danganronpa: Celestia “Celeste” Ludenberg, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Gundham Tanaka, Ibuki Mioda, Kazuichi Soda, Kiyotaka “Taka” Ishimaru, Mondo Owada, Monokuma, Nekomaru Nidai & Sakura Ogami

Danny Phantom: Dan, Danny Fenton, Ember McLain & Skulker

DC: Alec Holland (Swamp Thing), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Chato Santana (El Diablo), Clark Kent/Kal-El (Superman), Conner Kent/Kon-El (Superboy), Damian Wayne (Robin), Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Dinah Lance (Black Canary), Floyd Lawton (Deadshot), Garfield "Gar" Logan (Beast Boy), Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn), Jason Todd (Robin & Red Hood), Joker, John Constantine, Kate Kane (Batwoman), Koriand'r (Starfire), Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy), Rachel Roth (Raven), Richard “Dick” Grayson (Robin & Nightwing), Selina Kyle (Catwoman), Tim Drake (Robin & Red Robin), Victor “Vic” Stone (Cyborg), Waylon Jones (Killer Croc) & Zatanna Zatara (Zatanna)

DC’s Legends Of Tomorrow: Astra Logue, Charlie, Damien Darhk, John Constantine, Leonard Snart, Mick Rory, Nate Heywood, Nora Darhk, Ray Palmer, Sara Lance & Zari Tarazi

Deadman Wonderland: Azuma Genkaku, Ganta Igarashi, Karako Koshio, Kiyomasa Senji & Toto Sakigami

Death Note: L Lawliet, Light Yagami, Mello, Rem & Ryuk

Death Parade: Decim & Ginti

Demon Slayer: Aizetsu, Akaza, Genya Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Gyutaro, Hinatsuru, Inosuke Hashibira, Kanao Tsuyuri, Karaku, Kyogai, Kyojuro Rengoku, Makio, Mitsuri Kanroji, Muzan Kibutsuji, Nezuko Kamado, Obanai Iguro, Rui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Sekido, Suma, Tamayo, Tanjiro Kamado, Tengen Uzui, Urogi, Yushiro & Zohakuten

Descendants: Carlos, Evie, Hades, Harry Hook, Jay, Mal & Uma

Devils Line: Johannes Kleeman/Hans Lee, Megumi Ishimaru, Naoya Ushio, Takashi Sawazaki, Tamaki Anzai & Yuuki Anzai

Doctor Who: 9th Doctor, 10th Doctor, 11th Doctor & River Song

Dota: Dragon’s Blood: Asar, Auroth, Bram, Carl the Invoker, Davion, Fymryn, Lina/Slayer, Luna, Nico Hieronimo, Slyrak & Terrorblade

Dream Daddy: Craig Cahn, Damien Bloodmarch, Joseph Christiansen, Lucien Bloodmarch & Robert Small

Durarara: Anri Sonohara, Aoba Kuronuma, Celty Sturluson, Izaya Orihara, Kyohei Kadota, Masaomi Kida, Mikado Ryuugamine, Mikage Sharaku, Shinra Kishitani & Shizuo Heiwajima

~E~

Edward Scissorhands: Edward

Elemental: Ember Lumen & Wade Ripple

Encanto: Bruno Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal, Luisa Madrigal & Mirabel Madrigal

Enola Holmes: Enola Holmes & Sherlock Holmes

Epic: Nod & Queen Tara

Eragon: Arya Dröttning, Durza, Eragon Bromsson & Murtagh Morzansson

Ergo Proxy: Ergo Proxy/Vincent Law, Iggy & Re-L Mayer

~F~

Fairy Tail: Acnologia, Ajeel Raml, Aquarius, Bacchus Groh, Bickslow, Cobra/Erik, Doranbolt/Mest Gryder, Elfman Strauss, Erza Scarlet, Flare Corona, Gajeel Redfox, Gildarts Clive, Gray Fullbuster, Jackal, Jellal Fernandes, Jellal Fernandes/Mystogan, Larcade Dragneel, Laxus Dreyar, Loke (Leo), Lyon Vastia, Macbeth/Midnight, Mard Geer Tartaros, Minerva Orland, Natsu Dragneel, Orga Nanagear, Panther Lily, Racer/Sawyer, Rogue Cheney, Shô, Silver Fullbuster, Sting Eucliffe, Vidaldus Taka, Wall Eehto, Yuri Dreyar, Zancrow & Zeref Dragneel

Fantastic Beasts: Albus Dumbledore, Credence Barebone, Gellert Grindelwald, Jacob Kowalski, Newt Scamander, Queenie Goldstein & Theseus Scamander

Far Cry: Vaas Montenegro

Flower And The Beast: Crown Prince Muyeong

FNAF: Bonnie, Foxy, Eclipse, Freddy Fazbear, Glamrock Chica, Glamrock Freddy, Mangle, Montgomery “Monty” Gator, Moon, Roxxanne Wolf, Sun & William Afton (Burntrap, Purple Guy & Springtrap)

Free!: Haruka Nanase, Makoto Tachibana, Momotaro Mikoshiba, Nagisa Hazuki, Rei Ryugazaki, Rin Matsuoka, Seijuro Mikoshiba & Sousuke Yamazaki

Frozen: Elsa & Kristoff Bjorgman

Fruits Basket (2019): Akito Sohma, Arisa Uotani, Ayame Sohma, Hatori Sohma, Hatsuharu Sohma, Kakeru Manabe, Kyo Sohma, Megumi Hanajima, Momiji Sohma, Saki Hanajima, Shigure Sohma, Tohru Honda & Yuki Sohma

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood: Alphonse Elric, Barry the Chopper, Edward Elric, Envy, Greed/Greedling, Ling Yao, Miles, Olivier Mira Armstrong, Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang, Scar & Solf J. Kimblee

~G~

Game Of Thrones: Arya Stark, Daenerys Targaryen, Ellaria Sand, Khal Drogo, Joffrey Baratheon, Jon Snow, Margaery Tyrell, Obara Sand, Oberyn Martell, Robb Stark, Sandor Clegane, Sansa Stark, Tormund Gaintsbane, Tyrion Lannister & Viserys Targaryen

Generator Rex: Rex Salazar

Gintama: Gintoki Sakata

Given: Akihiko Kaji, Haruki Nakayama, Mafuyu Sato & Ritsuka Uenoyama

Good Omens: Aziraphale & Crowley

Gotham: 514A, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Kean, Bruce Wayne (Batman), Butch Gilzean, Eduardo Dorrance (Bane), Edward Nygma (Riddler), Ivy Pepper (Poison Ivy), James "Jim" Gordon, Jeremiah Valeska, Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch (The Mad Hatter), Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow), Lee Thompkins, Maria "Fish" Mooney, Oswald Cobblepot (Penguin), Selina Kyle (Catwoman), Tabitha Galavan & Victor Zsasz

Gravity Falls: Bill Cipher, Dipper Pines & Gideon Gleeful

~H~

Haikyuu: Asahi Azumane, Daichi Sawamura, Hajime Iwaizumi, Keiji Akaashi, Keishin Ukai, Kenma Kozume, Kentarō Kyōtani, Kōshi Sugawara, Kōtarō Bokuto, Ryūnosuke Tanaka, Shōyō Hinata, Takanobu Aone, Tetsurō Kuroo, Tobio Kageyama, Tōru Oikawa, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Yūji Terushima & Yu Nishinoya

Hannibal (TV Series): Hannibal Lecter

Harry Potter: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Severus Snape & Sirius Black

Hazbin Hotel: Adam, Alastor, Angel Dust, Carmine, Cherry Bomb, Husk, Lucifer, Rosie, Sir Pentious, Valentino, Velvet, Vox & Zestial

Helluva Boss: Andrealphus, Asmodeus, Bee-lzebub, Blitzo, Fizzarolli, Loona, Mammon, Millie, Moxxie, Octavia, Robofizz, Satan, Stolas, Striker & Vassago

Hercules: Hades & Hercules

Hetalia:  Alfred F. Jones (America), AlIen F. Jones (2P America), Antonio Carriedo (Spain), Arthur Kirkland (England), Francis Bonnefoy (France), Gilbert Beilschmidt (Prussia), Ivan Braginsky (Russia), James Mathieu Williams (2P Canada), Lovino Vargas (South Italy/Romano), Ludwig (Germany) & Oliver Kirkland (2P England)

Hobbit (+ Lord Of The Rings): Aragorn II Elessar, Bard, Elrond, Éomer, Fíli, Kíli, Legolas, Smaug, Thorin II Oakenshield & Thranduil 

Homestuck: Cronus Ampora, Dave Strider, Dirk Strider, Disciple, Dolorosa, Dualscar, Eridan Ampora, Gamzee Makara, Grand Highblood, Kankri Vantas, Karkat Vantas, Kurloz Makara, Mindfang, Mituna Captor, Porrim Maryam, Psionic, Rufioh Nitram, Signless, Sollux Captor, Summoner & Tavros Nitram

House Of The Dragon: Addam Of Hull, Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Cregan Stark, Criston Cole, Daemon Targaryen, Harwin Strong, Jacaerys Velaryon & Rhaenyra Targaryen

How To Train Your Dragon: Dagur The Deranged, Eret, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Valka

Hunchback Of Notre Dame: Esmeralda

Hunter X Hunter: Cheetu, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor, Gon Freecss, Hisoka Morow, Illumi Zoldyck, Killua Zoldyck, Kite, Knuckle Bine, Kurapika, Leorio Paradinight, Menthuthuyoupi “Youpi”, Meruem, Morel Mackernasey, Neferpitou “Pitou”, Phinks Magcub, Razor, Shalnark, Shoot McMahon, Silva Zoldyck, Uvogin & Yunju

~I~

I Failed To Oust The Villain: Reinhart

I Love Yoo: Dieter Becker-Wulff, Hansuke Shishido, Kousuke Hirahara, Shin-Ae Yoo, Soushi Toyoshima & Yeong-Gi Hirahara

Interview With A Murderer: Cicero, Jerome & Kister

Inuyasha (+ Yashahime: Princess Half-Demon): Bankotsu, Byakuya, Hisui, Hiten, Inuyasha, Jakotsu, Kagura, Kirinmaru, Kōga, Kohaku, Meidomaru, Miroku, Moroha, Naraku, Riku, Sango, Sesshōmaru, Setsuna, Shishinki, Sōta Higurashi, Towa Higurashi & Zero

Invader Zim: Dib, Gaz, Professor Membrane & Zim

Is It Wrong To Pick Up Girls In A Dungeon: Ais Wallenstein, Allen Fromel, Ares, Bell Cranel, Bete Loga, Hephaestus, Hermes, Hestia, Liliruca “Lili” Arde, Loki, Ryuu Lion, Sanjouno Haruhime, Welf Crozzo & Yamato Mikoto

~J~

Julie And The Phantoms: Alex Mercer, Caleb Covington, Luke Patterson, Reginald "Reggie" Peters & Willie

Jujutsu Kaisen: Aoi Todo, Kento Nanami, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Panda, Ryomen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toge Inumaki & Yuji Itadori

Jurassic World: Owen Grady & Zach Mitchell

~K~

K: Kuroh Yatogami, Mikoto Suoh & Misaki Yata

Kaijudo: Alakshmi Verma, Raiden “Ray” Pierce-Okamoto & Tatsurion the Unchained

Kakegurui: Ibara Obami, Kirari Momobami, Kawaru Natari/Sumika Warakubami, Midari Ikishima, Miroslava Honebami, Ririka Momobami, Ryota Suzui & Yumeko Jabami

Kamigami No Asobi: Anubis Ma'at, Apollon Agana Belea, Balder Hringhorni, Dionysus Thrysos, Hades Aidoneus, Loki Laevatein, Takeru Totsuka, Thor Megingyoruzu, Thoth Caduceus & Tsukito Totsuka

Kamisama Kiss: Akura-Ou, Jiro, Kurama, Mizuki, Otohiko, Suirou & Tomoe

Killing Stalking: Oh Sangwoo & Yoon Bum

Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeast: Bad Billions, Good Billions, Hugo Oak/Scarlemagne, Kipo Oak, Lio Oak, Molly Yarnchopper & Yumyan Hammerpaw

Kiss Him Not Me: Asuma Mutsumi, Hayato Shinomiya, Kae Serinuma, Kazuma Mutsumi, Nozomu Nanashima, Shima Nishina, Takurō Serinuma & Yūsuke Igarashi

Komi Can’t Communicate: Chika Netsuno, Hitohito Tadano, Onemine Nene, Shouko Komi & Shousuke Komi

Kotaro Lives Alone: Isamu Tamaru & Shin Karino

Knives Out: Hugh Ransom Drysdale

~L~

Legend Of Korra: Aang, Amon (Noatak), Asami Sato, Bolin, Huan Beifong, Iroh II, Kai, Katara, Korra, Kuvira, Lin Beifong, Mako, Sokka, Tahno, Toph Beifong & Zuko

Lilo & Stitch: David Kawena, Nani Pelekai & Stitch

Love And Monsters: Joel Dawson

Love, Death + Robots: Decker, Liang, Snow, Sobieski, Sonnie/Khanivore & Yan

Luca: Alberto Scorfano, Luca Paguro & Massimo Marcovaldo

Lucifer: Amenadiel, Aurora “Rory” Morningstar, Dan Espinoza, Ella Lopez, Lucifer Morningstar & Mazikeen

~M~

Magi: Aladdin, Alibaba Saluja, Cassim, Drakon, Hakuryuu Ren, Hinahoho, Ja'far, Judar, Kouen Ren, Kouha Ren, Lo'lo', Masrur, Morgiana, Muu Alexius, Myron Alexius, Mystras Leoxses, Sharrkan Amun-Ra, Sinbad, Spartos Leoxses, Sphintus Carmen, Yamraiha & Yunan

Maid-Sama: Aoi Hyōdō, Misaki Ayuzawa, Sōtarō Kanō & Takumi Usui

Maleficent Movies: Borra, Diaval & Maleficent

Mario: Bowser, Donkey Kong, Mario & Luigi

Marvel: Alexander "Alex" Summers (Havok), Alexei Shostakov (Red Guardian), Azazel, Ben Grimm (The Thing), Brock Rumlow (Crossbones), Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel), Charles Xavier (Professor X), Clint Barton (Hawkeye), Curtis "Curt" Connors (Lizard), Drax, Druig, Erik Killmonger, Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto), Flint Marko (Sandman), Frank Castle (Punisher), Gamora, Gilgamesh, Hela, Helmut Zemo (Baron Zemo), Henry “Hank” McCoy (Beast), Ikaris, Jack Russell (Werewolf By Night), James “Bucky” Barnes (Winter Soldier), James “Logan” Howlett (Wolverine), Jean Grey (Phoenix), Jessica Jones, Jonathan "John" Walker (U.S. Agent), Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler), Loki Laufeyson, Makkari, Marie D'Ancanto (Rogue), Matt Murdock (Daredevil), M’Baku, Miles Morales (Spider-Man), Namor, Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Okoye, Ororo Munroe (Storm), Otto Octavius (Doctor Octopus), Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver), Peter Parker (Spider-Man), Peter Quill (Star-Lord), Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver), Piotr Rasputin (Colossus), Quentin Beck (Mysterio), Raven Darkhölme (Mystique), Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Robert “Bobby” Drake (Iceman), Samuel “Sam” Wilson (Falcon/Captain America), Scott Lang (Ant-Man), Scott Summers (Cyclops), Sersi, Shang-Chi Xu, Shuri, Sprite, Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange), Steve Rogers (Captain America), Sylvie Laufeydottir, T'Challa (Black Panther), Theena, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark (Iron Man), Ultron, Valkyrie, Victor Von Doom (Dr. Doom), Vision, Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch), Warren Worthington III (Angel), Wilson Fisk (Kingpin), Xialing Xu, Yelena Belova & Zebediah Kilgrave

Maximum Ride: Ari Batchelder, Fang, Iggy & Max

Max Steel: Maxwell “Max” McGrath (Max Steel) & Ven-Ghan 

Megamind: Megamind

Miraculous Ladybug: Adrien Agreste (Chat Blanc, Chat Noir & Cat Walker), Alya Césaire (Lady WiFi, Rena Furtive, Rena Rouge & Scarabella), Barbara Keynes (Knightowl), Félix Graham de Vanily (Flairmidable), Juleka Couffaine (Purple Tigress & Reflekta), Kagami Tsurugi (Lies, Oni-Chan, Riposte & Ryuko), Lê Chiến Kim (Dark Cupid & King Monkey), Luka Couffaine (Silencer, Truth & Viperion), Marc Anciel (Reverser & Rooster Bold), Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Ladybug & Lady Noire), Nathaniel Kurtzberg (Caprikid & Evillustrator), Olympia Hill (Majestia), Plagg, Sass, Tikki, Trixx & Zoe Lee (Soul Crusher & Vesperia)

Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-Kun: Chiyo Sakura, Hirotaka Wakamatsu, Masayuki Hori, Mikoto “Mikorin” Mikoshiba, Umetarou Nozaki & Yuu Kashima

My Happy Marriage: Arata Usuba, Kazushi Tatsuishi & Kiyoka Kudou

~N~

Nanbaka: Hajime Sugoroku, Jyugo, Kenshirou Yozakura, Kiji Mitsuba, Liang, Musashi, Rock & Samon Gokuu

Naruto: Deidara, Gaara, Hidan, Itachi Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Kakuzu, Kankurō, Kiba Inuzuka, Kisame Hoshigaki, Kurama, Naruto Uzumaki, Neji Hyūga, Orochimaru, Sai, Sasori, Sasuke Uchiha, Shikamaru Nara & Zabuza Momochi

Nimona: Ballister Boldheart & Nimona

Noblesse: Cadis Etrama Di Raizel, Claudia Tradio, Dorant, Edian Drosia, Erga Kenesis Di Raskreia, Frankenstein, Gradeus, Han Shinwoo, Juraki, Karias Blerster, Kei Ru, M-21, M-24, Muzaka, Rael Kertia, Ragar Kertia, Rajak Kertia, Regis K. Landegre, Seira J. Loyard, Takeo, Tao, The Previous Lord & Urokai Agvain

No Game No Life: Sora 

Noragami: Bishamonten, Yato & Yukine

~O~

Obey Me: Asmodeus, Barbatos, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Leviathan, Lucifer, Luke, Mammon, Satan & Simeon

Once Upon A Time: Aladdin, Alice, Anastasia (Red Queen/White Queen), Baron Samdi (Dr. Facilier), Cruella Feinberg (Cruella De Vil), Cyrus, David Nolan (Prince Charming), Drew (Prince Naveen), Elsa, Emma Swan, Felix, Gaston, Gideon, Hades, Henry Mills, Hercules, Jabberwocky, Jacinda Vidrio (Cinderella), Jafar, Jefferson (Mad Hatter), Killian Jones (Captain Hook), Leroy (Grumpy), Lord Macintosh, Maleficent, Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow White), Merida, Merlin, Mr. Gold (Rumplestiltskin), Mr. Hyde, Mulan, Neal Cassidy (Baelfire), Peter Pan, Regina Mills (Evil Queen), Robin of Locksley (Robin Hood), Ruby (Red Ridding Hood), Sabine (Tiana), Ursula, Will Scarlet (Knave Of Hearts) & Zelena (Wicked Witch)

One Piece: Absalom, Alber/King, Arlong, Bartolomeo, Black Leg Sanji, Belamy, Boa Hancock, Bon Clay, Brook, Buggy, Capone Bege, Cat Viper, Charlotte Cracker, Charlotte Katakuri, Crocodile, Donquixote Doflamingo, Donquixote “Corazon” Rosinante, Dracule Mihawk, Edward “Whitebeard” Newgate, Eustass "Captain" Kid, Franky, Fukaboshi, Gol D. Roger, Hajrudin, Hordy Jones, Izou, Jinbei, Kaido, Killer, Kin'emon, Koby, Koza, Kozuki Momonosuke, Kozuki Oden, Kyros, Marco, Monkey D. Dragon, Monkey D. Garp, Monkey D. Luffy, Nico Robin, Paulie, Pedro, Pell, Perona, Portgas D. Ace, Rob Lucci, Roronoa Zoro, Sabo, Shanks, Silvers Rayleigh, Smoker, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Usopp, Vinsmoke Ichiji, Vinsmoke Niji, Vinsmoke Reiju, Vinsmoke Yonji, Vito, Wyper, X Drake & Yamato

One Piece Live Action: Black Leg Sanji, Buggy, Dracule Mihawk, Monkey D. Garp, Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro & Shanks

One Punch Man: Bad (Metal Bat), Garou, Genos (Demon Cyborg), Saitama (Caped Baldy) & Zombieman

Ouran Highschool Host Club: Benio "Benibara" Amakusa, Haruhi Fujioka, Hikaru Hitachiin, Kaoru Hitachiin, Kyoya Ootori, Mitsukuni “Honey” Haninozuka, Ritsu Kasanoda, Ryouji “Ranka” Fujioka, Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka, Tamaki Suoh & Umehito Nekozawa

Overlord: Ainz Ooal Gown/Momonga & Demiurge

Overwatch: Ashe, Genji, Hanzo, Junker Queen, Junkrat, McCree, Mercy, Moira, Ramattra, Reaper, Soldier, Sombra, Tracer, Widowmaker, Zarya & Zenyatta

~P~

Parasyte: Shinichi Izumi

Peaky Blinders: John Shelby, Michael Gray & Thomas Shelby

Percy Jackson (+ The Heroes of Olympus): Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Nico di Angelo, Percy Jackson & William “Will” Solace

Peter Pan (Animated Version): Peter Pan

Pirates Of The Caribbean: Captain Jack Sparrow & Will Turner

Pokémon: Alain, Allister, Arven, Ash Ketchum, Atticus, Bea, Bede, Eri, Gary Oak, Gladion, Goh, Grimsley, Guzma, Hop, Ilima, James, Jesse, Kabu, Kiawe, Leon, Marnie, Milo, N, Piers, Plumeria, Professor Kukui, Professor Sycamore, Raihan, Rika & Spark

Poppy Playtime: Catnap & Dogday

Princess And The Frog: Charlotte, Dr. Facilier, Prince Naveen & Tiana

~R~

Raya And The Last Dragon: Namaari & Raya

Resident Evil: Alcina Dimitrescu & Karl Heisenberg

Rise Of The Guardians: E. Aster Bunnymund, Jack Frost, Pitch Black & Toothiana

Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:  Casey Jones, Cassandra Jones, Donatello “Donnie”, Leonardo “Leo”, Michelangelo “Mikey” & Raphael “Raph”

Riverdale: Archie Andrews, Cheryl Blossom, FP Jones, Hiram Lodge, Jughead Jones, Toni Topaz & Veronica Lodge

Romantic Killer: Anzu Hoshino, Hijiri Koganei, Junta Hayami, Riri/Rio Fushigi & Tsukasa Kazuki

~S~

Say “I Love You”: Kai Takemura, Mei Tachibana & Yamato Kurosawa

Secret Saturdays: Doyle, Vincent Vladislav “V.V” Argost & Zak Saturday

Seraph Of The End: Crowley Eusford, Ferid Bathory, Gekkouin, Guren Ichinose, Krul Tepes, Mikaela Hyakuya, Seishirō Hīragi, Shihō Kimizuki, Shinya Hīragi, Shinoa Hīragi, Yoichi Saotome & Yūichirō Hyakuya

Servamp: Hyde (Lawless/Greed), Jeje (Doubt-Doubt/Envy), Kuro (Sleepy Ash/Sloth), Licht Jekylland Todoroki, Mahiru Shirota, Mikuni Alicein, Misono Alicein, Sakuya Watanuki, Snow Lily (All Of Love/Lust), Tetsu Sendagaya & Tsubaki

She-Ra (2018): Adora, Catra, Double Trouble, Hordak, Horde Prime, Scorpia & Wrong Hordak

Sherlock: James “Jim” Moriarty & Sherlock Holmes

Sing: Big Daddy/Marcus & Johnny

SK8 The Infinity: Ainosuke Shindo (Adam), Hiromi Higa (Shadow), Kaoru Sakurayashiki (Cherry Blossom), Kojiro Nanjo (Joe), Langa Hasegawa (Snow), Miya Chinen & Reki Kyan

Skeleton Knight From Another World: Arc, Ariane Glenys Maple, Chiyome & Goemon

Slugterra: Dr. Thaddius Blakk, El Diablos Nacho, Eli Shane & Thaddius “Tad” D. Blakk

Sons Of Anarchy: Alexander “Tig” Trager, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Happy Lowman, Harry “Opie” Winston, Jackson “Jax” Teller, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Nero Padilla & Venus Van Dam

Soul Eater: Asura, Black Star, Crona (+Ragnarok), Death The Kid, Franken Stein, Free, Giriko, Lord Death, Medusa, Mifune, Soul Evans & Tsubaki

Spider-Man Spider-Verse Movies: Earth 42 Miles Morales (Prowler), Gwendolyn “Gwen” Stacy (Spider-Woman), Hobart "Hobie" Brown (Spider-Punk), Jonathan Ohnn (The Spot), Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099), Miles Morales (Spider-Man), Noir, Pavitr Prabhakar (Spider-Man) & Peter B. Parker (Spider-Man)

Spider-Man Video Games: Miles Morales (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Split (+ Glass): Kevin (+ Personalities)

Spy x Family: Anya Forger, Damian Desmond, Loid Forger (Twilight), Yor Briar & Yuri Briar

Star Trek (2009): James T. Kirk, Khan Noonien Singh/John Harrison, Leonard “Bones” McCoy & Spock

Star Vs. The Forces Of Evil: Eclipsa, Marco Diaz, Star Butterfly, Toffee & Tom Lucitor

Star Wars: Kylo Ren

Steins;Gate: Kagari Shiina, Kurisu Makise, Luka Urushibara, Maho Hiyajo, Rintaro “Okarin” Okabe, Suzuha Amane & Yugo Tennouji

Steven Universe: Amethyst, Bismuth, Garnet, Jasper, Lapis, Lars Barriga, Pearl & Steven Universe

Strange Magic: Bog King & Marianne

Stranger Things: Alexei, Billy Hargrove, Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson, Eleven/Jane "El" Hopper, Jim Hopper, Max Mayfield & Steve Harrington

Sugar Apple Fairy Tail: Ann Halford, Catt, Hugh Mercury, Keith Powell & Shall Fen Shall

Supergirl: Alex Danvers, Clark Kent/Kal-El (Superman), Indigo, James “Jimmy” Olsen (Guardian), J'onn J'onzz (Martian Manhunter), Kara Danvers/Kara Zor-El (Supergirl), Lena Luthor, Leslie Willis (Livewire), Maxwell “Max” Lord, Mon-El, Samantha “Sam” Arias (Reign), Siobhan Smythe (Silver Banshee) & Winn Schott 

Supernatural: Abaddon, Benny, Castiel, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Death, Gabriel, Jack, Lucifer, Rowena & Sam Winchester 

Swamp Thing: Alec Holland (Swamp Thing) & Daniel Cassidy (Blue Devil)

~T~

Tangled: Flynn Rider & Rapunzel

Tarzan (Animated And Live Action Versions): Tarzan

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012 Version): April O’Neil, Casey Jones, Chris Bradford (Dog Pound & Rahzar), Donatello “Donnie”, Karai, Leatherhead, Leonardo “Leo”, Michelangelo “Mikey”, Raphael “Raph”, Saki Oroku/Shredder, Shinigami, Slash/Spike, Tiger Claw & Yoshi Hamato/Splinter

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2014 Version): April O’Neil, Casey Jones, Donatello “Donnie”, Leonardo “Leo”, Michelangelo “Mikey” & Raphael “Raph”

Teen Titans (2003): Garfield "Gar" Logan (Beast Boy), Garth (Aqualad), Jinx, Komand'r (Blackfire), Koriand'r (Starfire), Rachel Roth (Raven), Red X, Richard "Dick" Grayson (Robin), Roy Harper (Speedy), Tara Markov (Terra), Victor “Vic” Stone (Cyborg) & Wallace "Wally" West (Kid Flash)

Teen Wolf: Aiden, Derek Hale, Deucalion, Ethan, Halwyn, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Jordan Parrish, Liam Dunbar, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Peter Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski & Theo Raeken

The Addams Family (1991 Version): Gomez Addams & Morticia Addams

The Ancient Magus’ Bride: Alice Swayne, Cartaphilus/Joseph, Chise Hatori, Elias Ainsworth, Lindel, Mikhail Renfred, Oberon, Ruth, Silver Lady & Titania 

The Arcana: Asra Alnazar, Julian Devorak, Lucio, Muriel, Nadia Satrinava, Portia Devorak & Valerius

The Boys: Annie January (Starlight), Ben (Soldier Boy), Frenchie, John (Homelander), Kimiko Miyashiro, Margaret Shaw (Queen Maeve), Marvin Milk & William “Billy” Butcher

The Case Study Of Vanitas: Astolfo Granatum, August Ruthven, Chloé d'Apchier, Dante, Dominique De Sade, Jeanne, Jean-Jacques Chastel, Johann, Loki Oriflamme, Louis De Sade, Noé Archiviste, Olivier, Roland Fortis & Vanitas

The Devil Is A Part-Timer: Hanzo Urushihara (Lucifer), Sadao Maou (Satan) & Shiro Ashiya

The Dragon Prince: Aaravos, Amaya, Callum, Rayla, Runaan & Soren

The Fantasie Of A Stepmother: Elias von Neuschwanstein, Jeremy von Neuschwanstein & Norra von Nürnberger

The Fast And The Furious: Dante Reyes

The Flash: Barry Allen (The Flash), Caitlin Snow (Killer Frost), Felicity Smoak, Leonard Snart (Captain Cold), Mick Rory (Heat Wave) & Oliver Queen (Green Arrow)

The Imperfects: Alex Sarkov, Juan Ruiz & Tilda Weber

The Little Mermaid: Ariel & Ursula

The Maid And The Vampire: Areum Yoon & Millard Travis

The Mandalorian: Cara Dune & Din Djarin

The Maze Runner: Gally, Minho, Newt & Thomas

The Nightmare Before Christmas: Barrel, Jack Skellington, Lock, Oogie Boogie & Shock  

The Order: Hamish Duke, Jack Morton, Lilith Bathory, Randall Carpio & Vera Stone

The Owl House: Amity Blight, Darius, Edalyn “Eda” Clawthorne, Edric Blight, Hunter, King, Lilith Clawthorne, Luz Noceda, Raine Whispers, The Collector, Vee, Warden Wrath & Willow Park

The Sea Beast: Jacob Holland

The Seven Deadly Sins: Arthur, Ban, Derieri, Escanor, Estarossa/Mael, Galand, Gilthunder, Gloxinia, Gowther (Doll), Griamore, Helbram, Hendrickson, Howzer, King, Meliodas, Merlin & Zeldris

The Sorcerer's Apprentice: Drake Stone

The Umbrella Academy: Ben Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Fei Hargreeves, Five Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves & Vanya/Viktor Hargreeves 

The Vampire Diaries: Alaric "Ric" Saltzman, Damon Salvatore, Elijah Mikaelson, Jeremy Gilbert, Katerina Petrova (Katherine Pierce), Mason Lockwood, Matthew "Matt" Donovan, Niklaus “Klaus” Mikaelson, Stefan Salvatore, Tyler Lockwood

The Witcher (TV Show): Cahir, Cirilla “Ciri” Riannon, Geralt, Julian “Jaskier” Pankratz, Lambert & Nivellen

The Witcher: Nightmare Of The Wolf: Filavandrel aén Fidháil, Luka & Vesemir

Thundercats (2011): Cheetara, Lion-O & Tygra

Tiger & Bunny: Antonio Lopez (Rock Bison), Barnaby Brooks Jr., Ivan Karelin (Origami Cyclone), Jake Martinez, Karina Lyle (Blue Rose), Keith Goodman (Sky High), Kotetsu T. Kaburagi (Wild Tiger), Nathan Seymour (Fire Emblem) & Pao-Lin Huang (Dragon Kid)

Titans: Clifford "Cliff" Steele (Robotman), Conner Kent (Superboy), Donna Troy (Wonder Girl), Garfield “Gar” Logan (Beast Boy), Garth (Aqualad), Jason Todd (Robin), Jericho Wilson, Komand'r (Blackfire), Koriand'r (Starfire), Lawrence "Larry" Trainor (Negative Man), Rachel Roth (Raven), Richard “Dick” Grayson (Nightwing), Rita Farr, Rose Wilson (Ravager) & Slade Wilson (Deathstroke)

Tokyo Ghoul: Ayato Kirishima, Ginshi Shirazu, Hideyoshi “Hide” Nagachika, Juuzou Suzuya, Kazuichi Banjou, Ken Kaneki/Haise Sasaki, Kishou Arima, Koutarou Amon, Kuki Urie, Naki, Nishiki Nishio, Renji Yomo, Seidou Takizawa, Shuu Tsukiyama, Taishi Fura, Tatara, Touka Kirishima & Uta

Toradora: Ryuuji Takasu & Taiga Aisaka

Total Drama Island: Alejandro, DJ, Duncan, Gwen, Leshawna, Mike (+ Personalities) & Scott

Transformers Movies (+ Bumblebee): Bumblebee, Cade Yeager, Cheetor, Mirage & Optimus Prime

Twisted Wonderland: Ace Trappola, Ashton Vargas, Azul Ashengrotto, Che'nya, Deuce Spade, Dire Crowley, Divus Crewel, Ernesto Foulworth, Floyd Leech, Idia Shroud, Jack Howl, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, Kalim Al-Asim, Leona Kingscholar, Lilia Vanrouge, Malleus Draconia, Ortho Shroud, Riddle Rosehearts, Rook Hunt, Ruggie Bucchi, Sam, Sebek Zigvolt & Vil Schoenheit

~U~

Ultimate Spider-Man: Adrian Toomes (Vulture), Amadeus Cho (Iron Spider), Ava Ayala (White Tiger), Ben Reilly (Scarlet Spider), Blade, Bone Spider, Carnage, Clint Barton (Hawkeye), Curtis "Curt" Connors (Lizard), Danny Rand (Iron Fist), Flash Thompson (Agent Venom), Flint Marko (Sandman), Ghost Spider, Harry Osborn (Patrioteer & Venom), Jack Russell (Werewolf By Night), Kraven, Luke Cage (Power Man), Mary Jane “M.J” Watson (Spider-Woman), Miles Morales (Kid Arachnid), Norman Osborn (Green Goblin & Iron Patriot), Peter Parker (Spider-Man), Sam Alexander (Nova), Scorpion, Scott Lang (Ant-Man), Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange), Steve Rogers (Captain America), Tandy Bowen (Dagger), Thor, Tony Masters (Taskmaster), Tony Stark (Ironman), Triton, Tyrone "Ty" Johnson (Cloak), Venom & Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Ultraman: Rising: Kenji “Ken” Sato (Ultraman) 

Uncharted: Braddock, Nathan Drake & Victor “Sully” Sullivan 

Underfell: Asriel/Flowey, Gaster, Grillby, Mettaton, Papyrus, Sans & Undyne

Underswap: Gaster, Mettaton, Napstablook & Papyrus

Undertale: Asriel/Flowey, Blooky, Grillby, Mettaton, Papyrus, Sans & Undyne

~V~

Venom: Carnage, Cletus Kasady, Eddie Brock & Venom

Victorious: Beck Oliver & Jade West

Vikings: Astrid, Björn Lothbrok, Floki Vilgerðarson, Hvitserk Lothbrok, Ivar Lothbrok, Lagertha, Ragnar Lothbrok, Rollo Sigurdsson & Ubbe Lothbrok

Villianous: Black Hat, Dr. Flug, Dr. Slug & White Hat

Voltron: Antok, Hunk, James, Keith, Kolivan, Kuro (Clone Shiro), Lance, Lotor, Rax, Shiro, Thace, Throk & Zarkon

~W~

Wednesday: Ajax Petropolus, Bianca Barclay, Enid Sinclair, Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams & Xavier Thorpe

Welcome To Demon School Iruma-Kun: Alice Asmodeus, Alikred, Ameri Azazel, Atori, Baal, Balam Shichiro, Coco Orobas, Goemon Gaap, Ichiro Androalphus, Iruma Suzuki, Ix Elizabetta, Jazz Andro, Kalego Naberius, Kerori Crocell, Lied Shax, Maemaro, Niro Androalphus, Opera, Sabro Sabnock,  Schneider Allocer & Shiida

Who Framed Roger Rabbit: Jessica Rabbit

Wolfblood: Rhydian Morris

Wolf’s Rain: Blue, Hige, Kiba, Toboe & Tsume

Wolfwalkers: Mebh Óg MacTíre, Moll MacTíre, Robyn Goodfellowe & William “Bill” Goodfellowe

Wolverine And The X-Men: Anna Marie (Rogue), Bobby Drake (Iceman), Emma Frost, Henry "Hank" McCoy (Beast), James “Logan” Howlett (Wolverine), Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler), Lorna Dane (Polaris), Neena Thurman (Domino), Ororo Munroe (Storm), Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver), Raven Darkhölme (Mystique), Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Scott Summers (Cyclops), Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) & Warren Worthington III (Angel)

~X~

X-Men Evolution: Anna Marie (Rogue), Henry "Hank" McCoy (Beast), James “Logan” Howlett (Wolverine), Jean Grey, Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler), Lance Alvers (Avalanche), Ororo Munroe (Storm), Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver), Raven Darkhölme (Mystique), Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Scott Summers (Cyclops), Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) & Warren Worthington III (Angel)

~Y~

Yona Of The Dawn: Ao, Hak, Jae-Ha, Kan Tae-Jun, Kija, Lee Geun-Tae, Shin-Ah, Soo-Won, Yoon, Yona & Zeno

Young Justice: Artemis Crock (Artemis & Tigress), Bartholomew "Bart" Allen (Impulse & Kid Flash), Brion Markov (Geo-Force), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Cameron Mahkent (Icicle Jr), Cassandra Savage, Clark Kent/Kal-El (Superman), Conner Kent/Kon-El (Superboy), Crystal Frost (Killer Frost), Eric Needham (Black Spider), Etrigan, Forager, Garfield "Gar" Logan (Beast Boy), Garth (Tempest), Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle), Jason Todd (Robin), Kaldur'ahm (Aqualad & Aquaman), Klarion Bleak (Witch Boy), La'gaan (Lagoon Boy), Leslie Willis (Livewire), Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy), Richard “Dick” Grayson (Robin & Nightwing), Roy Harper (Arsenal), Tara Markov (Terra), Tim Drake (Robin), Victor “Vic” Stone (Cyborg), Violet Harper (Halo), Wallace "Wally" West (Kid Flash), Will Harper (Red Arrow) & Zatanna Zatara (Zatanna)

Your Boyfriend: Don & Peter

Yuri On Ice: Jean-Jacques Leroy, Otabek Altin, Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky & Yuuri Katsuki

~Z~

Zootopia: Nick Wilde

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additional warnings for this chapter should include 1) read in private with a huge box of tissues, and 2) if you wear make-up, even the best waterproof mascara won’t be safe.

not hyperbolic when I say I can’t recall the last time a piece of writing (fanfic or otherwise) made me weep like this.  😭  couldn’t wipe my tears away fast enough and like Lydia, I'm tilting my head back all glassy-eyed and hoping our houseguests won’t ask ARE YOU OK.

the party and snow scenes were perfectly executed in outlining frustration, heartache, longing; I couldn’t help but think of Pride and Prejudice (at their worst, both these dorksicles are too proud and a wee bit presumptuous about their respective emotional baggage) AND Persuasion. Have you snuck in a Jane Austen AU?  (this is a compliment).  ❤️

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Visiting - Chapter 9: Open Your Eyes

(Moodboard by @cutesyscreenname)

Pairing: Professor!Ben (College AU) x OFC Lydia/fem!Reader (reader POV/2nd POV)

Summary: Seeking a change of scenery after her life falls apart, Lydia crosses the Atlantic and arrives in a small New England town, to spend a year expanding her intellectual horizons as a visiting professor of art history at a small liberal arts college. Her growing friendship with Ben Morales, professor of Hispanic literature, forces Lydia to confront the fallout from her past - and raises unexpected questions about the future.

Chapter summary: It's the new year and the new semester. Reunited in Barrow for the first time since her hasty departure, Lydia and Ben have some talking to do.

Word Count: 10.2k (they have a lot to get through!)

Rating: Explicit (MDNI; 18+)

Content (chapter specific): Professor Ben College AU; smaller-than-usual-for-this-fandom age gap (Lydia is 42, and Ben is 47); canon is not a thing here; slow burn; idiots-to-lovers; smut; fingering; PiV sex; strong language; alcohol consumption; weight and body insecurity; serious self-esteem issues; references to panic attacks and anxiety disorders; references to past infidelity (not by Ben or Lydia); angst central.

A/N: The title of this chapter is inspired by something Ben says to Lydia, which then made me think of this song by Snow Patrol. The video is a slightly edited version of C'était un rendez-vous, a 1976 short by the French director Claude Lelouch, so I feel that it fits this pair of idiots on multiple levels. (I frickin' love this film and I think it works gorgeously for the song.)

Thank you to everyone who's shown so much love for this pair so far - every comment, reblog, like, interaction, ask is just a joy to me.

Further A/N at the end of the chapter.

See the Series Masterlist for an outline of Lydia's story and background.

Cross-posting to AO3.

Chapter 8 - Chapter 10

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Your father interpreted your tears at the airport in January as homesickness. 

“Just think, Lyd, it’s only a few more months, really.” He pats your arm, reassuring you as he always has. “And then you’ll be back over this side of the pond again and back to your real job and your normal life. And not so far away from all of us!”

You cried into his shoulder as you hovered near the entrance to the security screening area. 

A final hug, a wipe of your tears, a brave face, and a wave goodbye. 

You were homesick, or something like it. In this case, though, you were homesick for someone, not somewhere; homesick for him, for his smile, his kindness, his eyes, his careful embrace, his humour, his gentle strength. 

And you were sick to your stomach with the constant, nagging fear that you had already destroyed that new and fragile home, all by yourself.

You knew he wouldn’t be back in Barrow until just before teaching resumed for the new semester - a long-standing plan to make additional use of his time on the west coast by getting some research done in specialist libraries. 

You are torn between relief at not having to see him yet, not having to deliver your promised explanation, and feeling deeply anxious about the impact of the prolonged separation on Ben’s feelings towards you. He had suggested before Christmas that space was needed, and you’d agreed. The more significant that space became, however, the more you worried.

It wasn’t as if you were back in normal contact. Save for an exchange on New Year’s Eve, when you’d received a message from him sent at exactly midnight your time (and you reciprocated, setting your alarm so that you would wake just before midnight California time to send the message), there’d been next to no communication. 

Kate reassures you via FaceTime. “Lyd, calm down. Like I said at Christmas, if this is all it takes to change his feelings then it’s a doomed enterprise.”

“I think it might be a doomed enterprise anyway, what with me having to go back to my job over there in September.”

She rolls her eyes. “Alright, Apocalypse Lyd. Go on, catastrophise all you want. Not like anyone ever did a long-distance relationship or anything. Have you seen him yet?”

You shake your head. “He’s on research in California - pre-planned. Not back until next week.”

“You ready to talk it out?”

You pause, close your eyes, and take a deep breath. “Honestly? I won’t know until I see him again.”

“Happy New Year, Lydia!”

No such thing as January blues as far as Susan is concerned. You reach into your tote bag to retrieve a box of candies you’d picked up as a gift for her. “How were the holidays? I hope you got a well-deserved rest.”

You can hear her sincere expressions of gratitude and surprise as she starts to answer your question, but your mind is elsewhere. You cast your eyes along the rows of wooden cubby holes, each labelled with a staff member’s name.

B.E. MORALES

The sight of his full name makes your heart hurt. 

“…and that is why Nick’s mother is never doing the holidays with us again, so help me.” Susan pauses. “Lydia, are you okay? Don’t take this personally, but you look terrible.”

Hard not to take that personally, Susan.

You try to rearrange your features into something resembling a smile. “It’s probably just jet lag or something. And I had my hands full at home with the niblings - they’re both under four so…” you make a goofy face and shrug your shoulders, hoping to distract from the bags under your eyes and your worn-out complexion. 

Susan studies you for a moment and then beams. “Been there, done that! Nothing a cup of coffee won’t fix.”

Shit. The mention of coffee conjures up a mental image of Ben at your office door, armed with the two mugs. When you remember the smile on his face that last day you scrunch up your eyes, as if in pain. 

You fucked it up, Lyd.

The rest of the week passes in a grey haze. You oscillate between anxiety and profound sadness, cortisol rushing through your veins as you try to work out how you can fix it, and then a feeling of absolute exhaustion as you realise you probably can’t. Your to-do list mounts, unable even to distract yourself with work. 

The worst part is the knowledge that you did this. You’ve got no one else to blame. You freaked out. You ran away. You wrote your stupid note and you left him, all because you didn’t want to give in to the reality of your feelings - and the risk of loss that always comes with that.

Of course you fucked it up. You always do. You’re broken. Who would ever want you?

With a week to go before teaching, you lock into preparation mode. It’s a useful distraction, checking reading lists, planning seminar and workshop outlines, and catching up with some of your students who’ve already returned to campus. 

You arrange a tutorial with Nia, one of the students in the additional workshop groups run as part of Ben’s equality and diversity initiative, to discuss her initial plans for an “un-essay” assignment - a form of assessment that allows the student to respond to the brief in any number of creative ways. 

Her un-essay ideas include a reflective piece on food in poetry by Black women writers - with accompanying dishes. She’s a bright, smart girl, keen to tell you all the books she read over the break and compare notes on your choice of holiday movies.

Just before she leaves your office, she picks up her tote bag and rummages inside, producing a pretty, round tin and placing it on your desk. 

“Made you some of my peanut butter cookies. I noticed you like Reese’s, so I assumed you might like these, too.”

You beam at Nia, heart swelling at the sweet thoughtfulness of her gesture. “You’re so kind! I can’t wait to try these.”

She reciprocates your smile as she heads to the door. “There’s plenty there for you and Professor Ben to share. See you in class!”

Wait. What? Did the students think… shit. Maybe she just said that because he ran the programme. That was probably it. 

You open the tin, take out a cookie, and try not to think about it.

ANI: Hey Lyd! I’m just in the neighbourhood, you home? 

LYDIA: Yep, just putting away some laundry. You want to pop by?

ANI: Great! See you soon.

You buzz Ani in, leaving your front door open as usual once you hear their steps on the stairs. “Hey, Lyd. Just thought I’d call round to say hi,” Ani explains, taking off their big winter coat and hanging it on the coat rack in the hallway. 

“You want some tea? Or something stronger?”

Ani nods, settling themselves on your couch. “Tea would be amazing.” 

“Sure thing.” You continue the conversation from your tiny kitchen. Ani reminds you of the drinks party at Jen’s house on Friday night, in two days’ time - it’s her wife, Rachel’s, birthday, and she’s invited some faculty colleagues. 

Given how close she is to Ben, having joined the faculty at the same time, he’ll almost certainly be there - assuming he’s back by then. You feel nauseous. 

Ani gratefully takes their cup of hot tea - made strong, as they prefer - crosses their legs, and looks at you with what you suspect is concern. “Lyd, are you doing okay?”

“Why’d you ask?”

They sigh, placing the steaming cup down on the coffee table as you join them on the couch. “Lyd, you’ve been completely out of sorts since you came back. And I’m pretty sure it’s not just homesickness, as you claimed when Evan asked you if you were okay earlier this week.”

You open your mouth, ready to protest, but Ani shakes their head and places a hand on your knee to still you.

“We’re worried about you, Lyd. Obviously, it’s up to you what you do or don’t want to tell me, but just know that I am here for you. That we’re here for you.”

You sip your tea and nod, averting your eyes. 

Ani purses their lips, hands wrapped around their cup. “I could be way off with this, and yell at me if I am. But - Lyd, is there - was there - something happening between you and Ben?”

You stare at the floor, afraid you’ll give too much away in your expression if you look at them directly. 

“Lydia? If I’ve got this wrong, tell me. If it’s something else…”

Your voice is almost inaudible. “It’s not. I mean, you’re not wrong. That is… yeah. How did you know?”

Ani sips their tea, allowing themselves a little smile. “I mean I didn’t know know, I just had a feeling. I knew you guys were close but it’s academia, y’know? That’s not unusual, and he really wanted to help you settle in. But then we went out for your birthday, that’s what made me really wonder.”

You raise your eyebrows, still hunched up staring at the floor. They take their phone out of their bag, swiping through their photo album back through the weeks and months to your birthday weekend. “Look, we’re academics - we love the evidence, we search for proof. So here’s my source.”

Ani presses play on a video that, at first glance, is a selfie of them dancing at the bar with Evan, making faces into the camera. 

“Lyd, look at the action in the background.”

Even the slightly out-of-focus footage has captured the huge smiles on both your faces as Ben reaches for you and you move together in time with the music. He beams at you, eyes crinkling as he laughs when you throw in an extra move. Your eyes are shining. Your joy is so obvious, so beautiful after so many years of numbness and hurt, and so painful knowing what you would do to him just a few weeks later. 

Ani breaks the silence and tries to lighten the mood. “Basically, since then I’ve been waiting for you guys to finally wise up and just fuck. It took ages to convince Ev, for some reason. I think he was pissed that I saw it first. And then it turned out that David was on the ball first. Evan was furious.” You huff a laugh, covering your face with your free hand. 

“When I heard you’d spent Thanksgiving together, I thought the Eagle had landed. Wrong, of course.”

“We, um - we did kiss on Thanksgiving. But we thought it was by mistake.”

Ani rolls their eyes. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ. Fucking dorks. Fucking idiots, in fact.”

You giggle in spite of yourself. “And - David. He saw it in how we were together. He - he told me he thought Ben had feelings for me a couple of days before I went home for the holidays, and -”

“And I think he might have told Ben the same, to help you two realise. Or at least, to help you act on what you already knew.” Their voice is gentle and kind. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“I…shit.” You stammer, tripping over your words and trying not to cry. “I did something really fucking stupid. I ruined it, like I always do, and now I can’t fix it and -“

The tears start to fall. 

“I don’t know what to do. I… he’s really hurt. I hurt him, Ani. I care about him so much and I fucking hurt him. I don’t think I can make it right.”

Ani wraps an arm around you, pulling you in for a hug.

“Start at the beginning, Lyd. And whatever happened, you probably can fix this, you know?”

Ani puts their hands on your shoulders as you stand on Jen and Rachel’s doorstep. Their dark eyes are serious but kind, their face framed by an enormous black faux fur Cossack hat.

“What do you got, Lyd?”

You bite your lip. “I…I got this.”

“You got this. Let’s go, girl.”

At first, you think he didn’t come. You move through the hallway into Jen and Rachel’s spacious, open-plan living and dining room, scanning the clusters of guests for a familiar face. A mixture of relief and disappointment floods your brain. You can relax now, right? In search of a drink, you head for the kitchen, and -  

He’s talking animatedly to a couple of colleagues from literature, those kind eyes crinkling behind his glasses as he smiles and laughs. He’s wearing a plaid Henley shirt in a sort of blue and purple flannel, with a dark blue cardigan over it. Hair neat, but long enough to brush the top of his shirt collar. As gorgeous as you remembered - more so, even. 

Your heart races and your stomach leaps at the sight of him. Sure, you’re nervous. But it’s not just that. The physical symptoms of anxiety have much in common with the physiological manifestations of sexual and romantic attraction, after all, and a quick glance at him is enough to confirm just how bad you have it.

You reach for a glass of red wine from the selection of drinks set out on the kitchen island, and you beat a hasty retreat before he spots you. 

He saw you, of course. He’s been watching and waiting for you, observing the other guests just as you’d done, simultaneously hoping and fearing he would look up and meet your gaze across the room. 

Now that you’re there, he’s not entirely sure what he should do. Like you, he’s wary of confrontation, of taking action and getting it ‘wrong’, without knowing the consequences ahead of time. 

But, despite the slight thaw caused by your sporadic contact over the break, he’s also hurt and more than a little stubborn. You left with just a note. You casually brushed off the night you spent together, in spite of everything he tried to show you about how he felt about you. Surely you needed to make the first move now? 

Even so, his heart lifts when he sees you across the room. Photos on his phone don’t do you justice, don’t capture the way you move, the way your eyes catch the light, the essential you-ness that he has been so enamoured with. 

He decides not to let on that he’s noticed you. 

Ani catches up with you near one of the floor-to-ceiling fitted bookshelves that line the living room. “I know it’s easier to just hide here feigning interest in their book collection, Lyd, but -”

“I’m not feigning interest! I’m curious about other people’s books.” You tilt your head and continue reading the titles from the spines, until Ani moves their body between you and the books.

“Lydia. I swear to fucking God. He’s right fucking there,” Ani hisses, jerking their head in the direction of the kitchen. “I will march you in there and I will make you talk to each other.”

You can feel your palms getting clammy, and you place your wine glass down on a coaster in case it slips from your nervous grasp. “And what do I say, Ani? How do I do this? It’s not exactly private…”

They nod over at Rachel, who’s just come into the room, smiling and mouthing birthday wishes before turning back to you. “You’re a forty-two year old woman with a PhD, Lyd. It’s not beyond your capabilities to ask him to speak to you outside, or in their guest bathroom, or bedroom, or wherever.” Their tone is irritated, and you close your eyes as if shielding yourself from further hurt. 

“Lyd, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be harsh. It’s just - come on. We talked about this. I know exactly what you feel for him. I have a hunch he feels the same for you - everything you said suggests it. You fucking care so much about each other.” They inhale deeply, lightly reaching for your hand. “Why not just tell him? From what you said about that night, you made it pretty clear you were into him, and vice versa.”

You open your eyes and meet Ani’s kind expression. “And if it’s what I fear? What if all the space we’ve had has convinced him nothing more can happen?”

They squeeze your hand. “Neither of us know what he’s going to say. But you’ve been through so much worse, Lyd. You survived the kind of shit that could destroy some people. So, if it’s bad now - well, you’ll survive again. And if it’s good -”

“Then I have to leave it all behind in a few months, when the fellowship is done.”

Ani cocks an eyebrow. “Now you’re just making fucking excuses. Come on,” they take your hand and usher you towards the dining table, laid out with snacks, “let’s get some chips and dip first. Call it sustenance for the campaign ahead.”

Ani’s strategy, it transpires, is to take one of the vintage Chip n’ Dip dishes and to saunter into the kitchen with it, moving steadily towards the cluster of literature professors as you trail behind. 

She greets your colleagues enthusiastically and starts passing around the food. You can feel your face starting to burn as you try to cast a glance at Ben, to gauge his mood from the look on his face. You furtively take in his expression, and it breaks your heart. From the smiling, talkative man you’d seen when you arrived, his eyes have darkened and his lips are set in a firm line. 

Ani quietly nudges you, encouraging you to make the first move and break through the invisible shield he’s placing between the two of you. 

Your mouth is dry and your palms are clammy as you start to speak to him. You try not to think about the last time you’d seen him. “H-h-hi. D-did you enjoy the holidays?”

He turns slightly towards you, still avoiding looking at you directly. “They were good. Nice to be with family.” He sighs and takes a large sip of his wine. 

Silence. It’s all you can do to avoid your natural tendency to fill the gap with rambling chit-chat. You nudge him slightly out of the group to avoid being overheard.

“Could we talk, just for a few minutes? I need to -“

At this, he finally makes eye contact with you, and the hurt in his brown eyes is almost more than you can bear. He responds quietly but firmly. 

“You want to talk? You want to talk, here? Now? At a party?” He sounds incredulous.

“I told you I’d explain, and I told you it would be easier to do that face to face. So, here we are.” You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from starting to cry or lashing out, channeling your anxiety and irritation into sarcasm. “Forgive me for taking this rare opportunity to have a very important conversation with you,” you hiss.

He huffs and rolls his eyes. “I don’t know what you really need to say, anyway,” he mutters quietly, “you made your feelings clear.” His expression is hard as he steps away and moves to walk out of the kitchen. In a reflex action, you reach out and lightly touch his wrist. He turns back for a moment.

“I told you I was sorry and that I could explain. That note… that’s not my feelings.” You drop your head to stare at the floor, before lifting it back to meet his gaze. “If you want to talk to me, I’ll be out at the front porch, okay? I need some fresh air, anyway. But I also really want a chance to talk. Please.” 

And he’s gone. 

You didn’t think through the whole ‘outdoor chat’ thing. New England January nights are colder than anything you’ve regularly experienced before, and you have been sitting on the front steps of Jen and Rachel’s home for what feels like forever. In truth, it’s been about ten minutes - but the more time that goes by without any sign of Ben, the more you despair. Although you’re snuggled into your bulky winter coat, face barely visible underneath your warm, red cable-knit hat and scarf set, the cold is starting to bite. 

You tug off a glove and reach into your pocket for your phone, composing a message for Ani:

Hey. I asked him to come out and talk but he doesn’t want to. I’m going home - just can’t be in there. I’m sorry - please apologise to Rachel and Jen for me, say I’m sick or something. x

You start off down the path from the front door to the pavement, double-checking the route on your phone. The house isn’t too far away from your apartment building, and a walk might help clear your head. 

“You’re fucking kidding me.” 

The snowflakes cling to your coat and hat, the flurries intensifying quickly. You swipe open the app on your phone, fingers stiff in the freezing weather. No cabs. 

“Fuck this.”

As you round the block and head for home, the tears start to fall, soaking into the woollen scarf wrapped around your mouth. 

“Where’s Lyd? Did you talk to her?” 

Ani finds Ben sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the shelves displaying Rachel’s substantial record collection, flipping through the vinyls as if he’s looking for something in particular. 

He isn’t. He just can’t bear trying to be normal and socialise with everyone else again, not after seeing you. There’s an ache in his chest as he thinks about the pleading look in your eyes when you asked him to come and hear what you had to say. 

His stomach churns as he wonders if you’re still waiting for him. 

He feigns interest in a copy of Blonde on Blonde, staring at the liner notes like he’s never seen the record before in his life. “She said she wanted to talk, that she’d meet me outside, but I - I couldn’t.”

Ani looks murderous and runs a hand over their dark curls.  

“You couldn’t? Or wouldn’t?”

“Does it matter? Given that you’re asking about this, I’m assuming you know what happened.”

Ani scoots down to sit beside Ben on the floor. Their voice is low but intense. They are not mincing their words.

“I know what happened. I know that she messed up. I have told her she messed up. She knows she messed up. But I also know why she messed up and that you need to hear her out. If not for your sake or her sake, then for all our sakes. I can’t take much more of the two of you moping around like this.”

He shrugs. Ani rolls their eyes.

“So help me, Benjamin Morales, you can be a stubborn fucking asshole.” 

Ben furrows his brow and sucks his teeth. 

Jen appears, her attention caught by the sight of Ani visibly berating Ben from their spot on the floor. “Have you spoken to Lydia, Ben?”

Ani raises their brows. “How did you know?”

Jen waves her hand, as if exasperated by her old friend. “I had my suspicions, eventually got it out of him earlier this week, now he’s being an idiot because he’s not doing what I told him and going to speak to Lyd.” She looks around her living room. “Where is Lyd?”

“Outside,” Ben mutters. 

Jen, face like thunder, pokes him in the back with the toe of her block-heeled boot. “I love you like a brother but if you don’t get the fuck out and find that woman, I will never speak to you again.”

You wrap your scarf tighter around your face, trying to shield yourself from the increasingly heavy snowfall. You have never been so grateful for the solid strength and warmth of your dark red Dr Martens. 

Thank fuck I wore jeans and a blouse, you think. Could have been the wrap dress. 

You pause for a moment to give your face a break from the onslaught of the snow and wind, turning your back to the persistent flurries. 

“LYD?”

At first, you think you’re imagining it. It’s a noise on the wind, whipping snow at your face and burying your heart cold and deep.

“LYDDIE?”

That is definitely not a noise on the wind. 

You turn around to see Ben steadily walking towards you, his black Dr Martens shoes crunching through the fresh snow that’s already covering your footprints. 

He’s wearing the merino wool watchcap you made him for Christmas, the Prussian blue perfectly complementing the navy wool of his pea coat. A little voice inside you pipes up that he couldn’t hate you, at least, if he was wearing something you’d made for him with your own two hands. 

“What the hell, Lyd?” He’s beside you, now, covered in a dusting of snow, big dark eyes staring intently into yours from behind his slightly fogged-up spectacles. “What are you doing out here?”

You are physically shaking with nerves and cold. “I wanted to talk to you, I wanted to explain, I told you where I would be, and…” you sniffle, glad of the snow as an excuse for your tears and red eyes, “And you didn’t even want to hear it. You didn’t even want to talk to me.” Your teeth chatter. “So…so I d-d-decided to g-g-go h-h-h-home.”

You wipe at your eyes with your gloved hands. “Stupid snow makes m-m-me cry,” you offer, by way of an explanation.

He doesn’t quite know why he does it. Maybe it’s his own need for reassurance, his instinctive urge to give you comfort, or maybe it’s the fact that, deep down, he’s missed you. 

Ben steps closer to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him for a hug. 

“I’m so sorry, Lyd.” He holds you tightly for a moment before pulling away. “I was being a dick. I do want to talk.”

“I’m g-g-going home. Come with me if you want, and hear m-me out.”

“Okay. Fuck, it’s freezing.” He reaches into his coat pocket for his phone. 

“No cabs. It’s not that far.”

He nods. You reach over, instinctively, doing up the top button on his coat and pulling the knitted hat a little more firmly over his ears. 

He brings a gloved hand to meet yours, and for a moment you think he’s going to push you away. Instead, he gives your hand a little squeeze. 

“Let’s go.”

“Okay, heating is on, thermostat’s up, kettle is boiling to make some coffee - um, I know this is going to sound weird, but are you hungry? I think I had a single tortilla chip to eat at Jen’s.”

Ben is standing at the door of your tiny kitchen, an old, baggy hoodie of yours over his shirt and cardigan as an extra layer of heat, arms crossed over his chest and hands rubbing his upper arms as he tries to warm up. 

“I’m fucking s-s-starving.”

You have an urge to wrap your arms around him and get warm by sharing your body heat. But you haven’t even talked about it, yet. 

“Okay, well…” You poke your head into the fridge and freezer in succession. “I’ve got a frozen pizza.”

“F-f-fucking perfect.”

It all feels a little too normal as you sit in the living area with your coffees, waiting for the pizza to cook. You’ve wrapped yourself in your crocheted blanket while you warm up, legs tucked under you on the couch and hands gripping your mug for warmth. 

“I feel like I should be starting to explain,” you say, glancing down at your coffee. 

Ben shakes his head. “Let’s eat, first, and then we can talk. Better not to do that hungry.”

There’s still a few minutes before the pizza will be done. You try to make the most of these moments of “normality”, before you have to try to explain your actions to him and hope that he feels the same as you. 

“I did love your holiday makeover, by the way.”

He turns to look at you, a little smile creeping across his lips.

“You know I only got the polish off two days before I came back? Glitter is resilient.” He laughs to himself. “I think Jules liked doing it, though. How’s your gift-wrap injury?”

“Healed up. More worrying is the fact I don’t think I’ve located all of the stickers Cora put on my person over the break. I’m concerned one will turn up in some strange part of my body.”

Ben raises his eyebrows. “If I spot any unexpectedly I’ll be sure to signal it.”

“You had a good time at home, though?” 

He nods. “It was great to be with them all. You?”

“Same. Good to be home.”

You are reminded of the tears you shed at the airport, homesick not for your family but for him.

“Thing is, I was glad to come back.” He looks up at you, eyes curious. “Because this feels like home, too.”

You eat the pizza companionably on the couch, washed down with cans of soda. Ben offers to stack the plates in the dishwasher. As he returns to the couch, you broach the subject.

“Can we talk?”

He nods and settles beside you. Your stomach does backflips at the prospect of having to finally say the words you’ve been mentally rehearsing since the day you left. 

“I want to explain, and I want to - well, I want to try to make things right, because I did something wrong.” You look up at him, his dark eyes meeting yours, and it’s all you can do not to ditch the speech and try to show him what you feel in ways beyond words. 

“I’m so, so sorry, Ben. I…”

And then he’s bridging the gap between your two bodies; gently caressing your face with his hands; tilting your head to meet his gaze. His eyes ask the question, and before you’ve finished nodding your assent his mouth is on yours and he’s kissing you like he’ll never get the chance again: hungry but tender, urgent but loving. 

He brings his hands to wrap around your body, gently encouraging you to lie back on the couch and quickly pulling a cushion into position behind your head. 

Your brain is shouting at you about how you need to do this properly, to talk first and then act, if you both want to. 

Your body is responding rather differently. It couldn’t be any smoother if you’d rehearsed this: your legs opening wide to accommodate Ben’s gorgeous broadness, knees hitching around him as you try to pull him closer, hands tugging at the old hoodie, easing it off over his head, and fingers fumbling to undo the buttons on his flannel shirt. 

He breaks away from the kiss, moving his mouth to the side of your neck and working his way down to your chest with a succession of kisses, gentle nibbles, and light sucking, interspersed with little moans and whispers of your name. You can feel his hands roving under your blouse, loosening your tank from the waistband of your jeans so he can feel your soft, warm flesh in his hands. 

You gasp at the sensation. Your body is silently screaming for Ben, begging wordlessly for him to unzip your jeans and slip his hand between your soaking folds. Even so, your brain still wants to have a say. 

“Ben…Ben… wait.” He pulls away but remains close to your body, looking up at you. 

“You want me to stop, Lyd?”

You shake your head. “No, never, but… we were supposed to talk and -”

“We will.” He places a soft kiss to your exposed décolletage, and you moan. 

You pull him towards you and kiss him firmly on the mouth, lifting your hips towards his and feeling the friction of him, already hard in his dark jeans.

“Fuck, Lyd…”

“Fuck it, we can talk later.” You encourage him to move off you and wriggle yourself off the couch, taking him by the hand. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

You’re lying on your bed, Ben’s solid, comforting weight on top of you, both of you working urgently, desperately, to undress each other. You’d eased him out of his flannel shirt as soon as you got into the bedroom, pausing for a moment to admire his beautiful body in the slim-fit grey T-shirt he was wearing underneath before peeling it off him as you fell onto the bed. 

He’s murmuring into your ear and trailing his lips down the line of your neck as his fingers undo the buttons on your blouse. “Fucking missed you so fucking much, Lyd,” he mutters, sucking so perfectly at your neck that you feel like your entire body is arching off the mattress. He sits you up slightly so he can tug away the blouse and peel off your tank top, tossing it aside as he reaches around to unhook your bra. 

His big hands grope your tits, fingers gently pinching your nipples before his tongue swirls over them, triggering a cry of pleasure from you. 

“FUCK, Ben, I really missed you, too…need you, baby.”

He moves his hands down to undo your jeans, slipping his long fingers inside. You’ve already unbuttoned his jeans and you pull down the zipper before sitting up to tug them - and his boxer briefs - down. His cock springs free, already hard and weeping, and you grip it gently before giving it a few strokes.  

Ben groans loudly as he looks down, wanting to see your fingers working his cock. He pulls off your jeans and panties and meets your gaze again as you open your legs wide. 

“This okay?”

You nod frantically. “It’s fucking perfect.”

He smiles and reaches between your legs to drag two long fingers over your folds. The look on his face is one of surprise and arousal. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet, Lyd. So wet for me already.” He looks down to watch his fingers working through your slick, occasionally dipping his fingertips into your cunt and making you cry out with need and desire. “What do you want, baby?”

He keeps fucking you with his fingers as he looks into your eyes. It seems that’s what triggers your first orgasm: his big eyes gazing at you, so warm and so kind, while his thick fingers are pushing in and out of your pussy, making lewd, wet noises.

“Oh, fuck!” You come on his fingers, a wicked little smile on his face. “You, Ben, I want you. Want you to fuck me hard. Need you.” 

He pulls his fingers out of you and sucks them clean, closing his eyes as he feels your taste on his lips and tongue. The sight makes your pussy throb, but you need more.

“You ready for me, Lyddie?”

You nod and spread your legs as he quickly lines himself up, pushing inside you in a single, fluid motion that seems to knock the air clean out of your lungs. You reach up and take his head in your hands, pulling him down for a kiss as he starts to move. He drags his cock in and out, slowly, deliberately; dark eyes watching you writhe and mewl under his broad body.

“Please, Ben -”

He begins to fuck you harder, deeper, rarely taking his eyes off you. Despite the urgency it’s imbued with a tenderness and a desperate need that matches your own. Your body responds intuitively as you hitch up your knees and shift your hips slightly to meet his firm thrusts and take him even more deeply. 

You fuck each other as though you’re trying to fuse yourselves irrevocably together, using your bodies to take the first step towards overcoming the rift and separation. The sensation of soft, warm skin, of fingertips trailing over a breast, a bicep, a thigh, begins to say the words you still don’t quite know how to articulate.

Your hips are moving quicker now, fucking him as much as he is fucking you, and Ben leans back a little to look down at where your bodies are joined. He looks up at you from under his lashes, half-smiling as he admires the way your body moves in perfect sync with his. You reach for his strong forearms, fingers gripping his firm, lightly golden flesh to give you greater purchase as your hips roll upwards, trying to sate your longing and your frustration. Ben lets out a deep, guttural cry. 

“Fucking hell, Lyd!” 

“Want to fuck you, baby,” you murmur, not letting up the rhythm. “Please. Want to get on top.”

He rolls carefully onto his back, holding you in position around your hips as you shift your knees and brace your core. The change in position has his cock hitting you at a different angle, grazing against that perfect, spongy spot just inside your cunt, and you take a moment to savour the feeling before beginning to ride him. 

You move with intention, purpose, determination, trying to let your body speak for you before you use your words, later. The sight of his beautiful face, eyes screwed up in pleasure and mouth slightly open, sends a pulse thrumming through you and almost gets you off again. You want more. You want to give him more. You want to give him everything. 

Your hands reach down your body, seeking his broad palms and thick, gentle fingers; you place one hand over your left breast and encourage him to use the other to start massaging the slick-soaked pearl of your clit. 

You cry out his name as you come, rhythm faltering a little. Ben encourages you to lift yourself off his cock for a moment, pushing himself up to a sitting position against your headboard before you straddle him again, taking his hard length deep into your warm, wet cunt and making him groan loudly. 

The two of you, again. You and him, him and you, clinging to each other in mutual desire and reassurance. Bodies pressed together, the heavy weight of your tits pushed against the broadness of his chest, the warm softness of his tummy grazing against yours. You kiss, his tongue swiping at your lips and exploring your mouth: two as one. 

He breaks away as he fucks up into you, arms still wrapped around you. You close your eyes, keening with pleasure. 

“Open your eyes, Lydia.”

You blink, meeting his coffee-brown gaze. He smiles and caresses your face, slowing down the pace as he does so. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Just slowing down a little or I won’t last, baby.”

You pepper his neck and shoulders with tiny kisses, seeking out the little freckles and marks you love. Each press of your lips to his skin is a silent apology, an unspoken explanation, an attempt to convey through touch what you feel for him, how much he means to you.

I am so sorry. I missed you so very much. I need you. I care about you. I hate that I hurt you. Please forgive me. 

And I love you. 

“I’m close, baby. Gonna lie you back down, is that okay?”

You nod, kissing Ben as he eases you onto the bed. He pulls out for a moment as you change positions, and you whine a little at the loss of his cock inside you.

“Hey, it’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, planting a soft kiss to your breast as he slides back inside you, “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

You twine your hands around his neck and reach to run your fingers through his dark curls, listening to the obscene sound of your wetness against him as he fucks you. You hitch up your legs and slip down a hand to grip his ass as he drives in and out of you.

“Fuck-fucking hell, baby - jesus, that feels so good. You feel so fucking perfect, so fucking wet. Taking me like this -” 

He stutters as he buries his face in your neck, thrusting harder and faster as he gets closer. You wrap your arms around his broad back, finding arousal and reassurance in the warm softness of his body. 

“I love having you inside me, y’know,” you whisper in his ear. “I love taking you, all of you, feeling the stretch in my cunt when you fuck me.”

Your dirty talk has the desired effect and you watch as his body stiffens and expression changes. He groans as he comes hard, continuing to fuck into you as you feel him fill you, hot and deep. 

He doesn’t pull out immediately, pausing while he’s still on top of you to plant a lingering kiss to your lips. He takes in your fucked-out expression. His own is similarly wrecked, eyes hooded and pussydrunk, perspiration glistening on his face and body. 

“Fuck, baby, that was…”

“Fucking incredible.”

You trace your hand over his jaw, gently feeling the scratchy hair underneath as you move your fingers to his lips. 

“I missed you so fucking much, Ben. I’m so sorry.”

He takes your hand in his and kisses your fingertips, then pulls out and lies back beside you on the bed, still holding your hand. 

“I missed you so, so much, Lyddie.” He looks up at the ceiling, suddenly puzzled. “How did we end up at this end of the bed?”

You giggle. “I didn’t keep track of the logistics but we covered a lot of ground tonight.” You kiss the firm skin of his shoulder and sit up. “I’m going to freshen up. Be back in a minute.”

When you return, Ben is under the comforter, lying back on the pillows at the head of the bed. You stop for a moment to take in the image. You had forgotten this was the first time he’d ever been over to your place, and he looks right at home.

He smiles warmly as you climb back into bed, shivering a little as you discard your robe. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to his side, tucking the comforter around you to keep you warm. You nuzzle into his chest, humming contentedly to yourself.

“Lyd?” His voice is quiet and soft and it makes your heart sing to hear it like this, in bed, naked and sated and cuddled together. 

“Mmmhmm?”

“You - you framed my card.”

You had framed his birthday card, and it had sat on your nightstand since November. And you forgot he would see it. 

Shit. 

You look up at him, a little panicked. The look on his face immediately reassures you, and you reach up to trace a finger along the grey patches on his jaw. 

“I just really loved it, the card, the message. And it…it meant so much.”

He blushes a little. “That’s really…it’s great.”

He holds you a little closer. 

“Ben?”

“Mmmm?”

“I’m going to explain.”

He brings his other arm around you and plants a kiss to the crown of your head. “Okay, Lyd. I’m here.”

You take a deep breath and lightly rest your hand on his chest, trying to ground yourself with the rhythm of his heartbeat and the feeling of his warm skin. 

“I left the way I did because I was scared.” You tilt your head up to look at him. “Not scared of you, I’d never be scared of you. Scared of - well, scared of a lot of things. And I’m not even sure if I can explain them all properly, but I’ll do my best.”

You nuzzle a little more into the warmth of his side, cheek pressed lightly to his chest. 

“I had such a wonderful time with you that night. It was amazing. You know that, right?” 

Ben looks down at you. “I do.”

“But then I woke early, and it was like the little bully that lives in my brain decided it was going to do its worst. I panicked, Ben. All I could think was that you would realise it was a mistake, eventually, and see how I was old and unattractive and broken, and…” You pause for a moment, trying not to let the tears fall. “And that I didn’t deserve someone like you.”

“Oh, Lyddie. No, Lyd.” Ben squeezes you gently, planting another kiss to the crown of your head. 

“I tried to talk myself down, I really did. But it’s one thing doing that in the light of day, it’s another altogether at five in the morning. So it was like the defences just went back up.”

“Defences?” 

“Like… I dunno. Defences against feelings, or wanting someone properly? Shit. I’m not explaining this very well.”

He shakes his head. “You’re doing perfectly fine. If you want to stop, just say.”

Another deep breath. “It’s not the only reason. But…the way everything fell apart with my last relationship, it - it made me harden myself because…I don’t know, I convinced myself if I kept up defences around my heart and soul I wouldn’t get hurt again? Something like that. It was fine to have hookups or one night stands, but anything more serious - couldn’t happen.”

“So you pulled up the drawbridge.”

You nod. “And it wasn’t just about protecting me from getting hurt again, it was about protecting others from me fucking everything up, like I always do. Ruining things, like I always have. And then there’s the visiting thing.”

“You don’t fuck everything up, Lyd, you don’t ruin things, and it’s so sad that you think you do, because - well, have you ever considered how much you make things better?” You look up at him, eyes disbelieving but filled with emotion at his words. 

“And what do you mean, visiting thing?”

“Me being a visiting professor, me having to go home to my permanent job… the way I was feeling that morning, all I could think was how this would have to end, and how - how I couldn’t handle the thoughts of not having this, because of the way I felt - the way I feel - about you.”

You trace patterns on his chest with your fingertips, trying to quell the anxiety that threatens to overwhelm you. 

“I didn’t come here looking for anyone. I was happy with my life the way it was - I wasn’t wandering around lost and lonely, desperate for a partner. My life was great, really. And then I met you, and I realised what I felt for you. I was starting to open myself up again, and I’d never, ever thought I’d do that. I never thought I’d have those feelings again, let alone…fall for someone. And certainly not someone as wonderful as you.”

“Lyd, you…”

You shake your head, wanting to get the words out while they’re flowing freely. “Over the holidays I realised that’s what was really scaring me. That’s what was at the root of it all, all the fear and panic - the way I feel about you, the way I care so much about you. It was so big, you know? The realisation of what I felt, of how much I cared, the knowledge that you had feelings for me, too. Sleeping with you, knowing how good that was, feeling like I wanted to stay with you like that forever.” 

You pause for a moment. “And then my stupid, stupid brain kicks in, because it’s wired to run from things that feel like they’re going to overwhelm me.”   

He gives you another cuddle. “That is not a stupid brain and you know it.”

“It feels like it is. It’s ironic, I thought I had to run so I didn’t ruin things. But turns out I might have ruined them anyway.” You pull away a little, still keeping a hand on his chest but propping yourself up so you can see his face properly. “I hate that I hurt you. I hurt you. And I feel so terrible that my own issues - my past - made me feel like I needed to do something stupid and in the process to hurt the man I…care so much for.” 

You shake your head ruefully. “I don’t want to be scared any more. I don’t need to be scared. And I don’t need the past to affect my life now, I won’t let it. I just hope that, regardless of what you want to happen with us, that you can -” 

You’ve been really good with the tears so far. You’ve managed to keep them at bay. But they’re prickling, gathering in your eyes and clouding your vision of Ben’s kind face and broad shoulders, and they won’t stay put much longer. You tilt your head upwards, trying to stave them off. 

“Forgive me.”

Ben reaches up to wipe away the fat tear that’s rolling down your cheek, his thumb stroking softly across your face. He sits up in bed and wraps his arms around you. 

He doesn’t say it to you, but he was ready to forgive you as soon as he looked into your eyes at Jen’s house.

“Of course, Lyddie. Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt - still hurts a little - though, and that’s important too.” 

You pull back slightly and take his left hand in yours, tracing your thumb over his tattoo. 

“I know, Ben, and I’m so, so sorry.”

He takes a deep breath. “Thing is, you’re not the only one who was scared. Is scared. Love is scary, y’know?” He meets your gaze, his eyes and expression perhaps more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen them. “Especially when it’s new love. It’s exciting but it’s terrifying because… well, because it’s fragile, and it can be lost. And that feels even more of a risk when you - when you have lost love.”

“I mean it, I don’t want my past -”

He shakes his head. “I don’t mean your past, I mean mine. You’re not the only one who’s scared, and you’re not the only one who was fucked over.”

Oh, shit.

You nuzzle against his shoulder. “You can tell me, if you want.”

He rests his head against yours. “Shit. It’s…it’s a long time ago. But it fucks you up, doesn’t it?” You nod silently. “I met the person I thought I’d be with for the rest of my life during my doctoral programme. Six years, all fine, and then one day - that was it, out of the blue. The usual explanations: unhappy for a long time, we grew apart, all that kind of thing.”

“Sounds familiar,” you say wearily. You heard it all the day your ex left. It was like a script had been pre-circulated.

“You can guess what’s coming next, then.”

“Someone else?”

“There was someone else. Like I said, it’s a long time ago, Lyd. A lot longer than yours. It’s all in the distant past now, and therapy helped a lot early on.” He sighs. “But I guess I did something similar to you. Put up the defences, wasn’t looking for anyone, kept everything very casual, on the rare occasions it happened.”

You bring an arm around his torso, holding him close.

“And I was happy. I was really happy: I had wonderful friends, eventually I got a job I love, I have my family, my siblings, their kids. I was fine.” He pauses, jaw ticking. “I was fine, and then - then you came along.”

You pull back. His tone is confusing.

Ben turns to look at you, takes in your worried expression, and kisses the top of your head. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean ‘you came along and ruined things’, please don’t worry.” You visibly relax and squeeze his hand. 

“What I mean is - you came along, and you changed things. You changed everything. You think you ruin things, Lyd, and that just couldn’t be further from the truth. I… fuck. You changed my life, changed the way I thought about the future, about what I wanted, about opening up again.”

Tears threaten at your eyes again. “So when you woke up and I wasn’t there…”

He looks up, and his eyes are red-rimmed. “I thought it was happening again. And it just felt like I shouldn’t have opened up and let you in.”

You swallow, trying to stop yourself from crying. “Fuck, Ben. I’m so fucking sorry, I’m just such a fucking broken mess.” 

“Lyd, for fuck’s sake.” His tone is firmer, more stern. You look at him, a little surprised. “You’re not a broken mess. You - fuck it, you just weren’t loved the way you should have been. The way you deserve to be.”

“Jesus, Ben, I -” You pause, and he looks at you expectantly. “Well, that makes two of us. You weren’t loved like you deserve to be either, based on what you’ve said.”

He smiles softly, looking at you from under his lashes. “We’re quite a pair.”

You caress his face, reaching up to gently bring your fingers through his hair, and place a tiny, soft kiss to the beautiful curve of his nose. 

“I think we are quite a pair, actually.”

You blink awake in the wee small hours, eyes adjusting in the darkness as you take in the handsome sight of Ben’s sleeping face. The last time you woke up with him, you panicked and fled. This time, you smile softly, noticing that his hand is resting lightly on your hip, and lean in to gently kiss his warm, broad chest. 

His hand shifts and he smiles, eyes still closed, as he traces the curve of your body over your hip, your waist, and onto the heavy fullness of your breasts. He seeks out your nipples with his fingertips and you sigh with pleasure, reaching down to take his cock, already stiffening, in your hand. He kisses you, moaning as you stroke him a few times, and then carefully rolls you onto your back, positions himself on top of you, and uses his knee to open your legs a little wider for him.

“’M still wet, baby,” you murmur, voice thick with sleep. “Fuck me.” 

He lines himself up to take you: slowly, gently, still drowsy. You feel every inch of him as he fucks you to a slow, steady rhythm. Between the drag of his cock working in and out, and the silence punctured only by the sounds of you and Ben panting, your bodies moving against each other, you’re close to the edge before long.

He gets you there with a well-timed thumb to your clit, gently circling it until you fall apart again and he lets go inside you, kissing your neck and mouth as he pulls out before helping you clean up, moving in for some cuddles, and falling asleep again with you in his arms. 

It’s definitely not the kind of sex that cheesy novels are made of, but it makes you happy because of that. It’s soft, intimate, settled - domestic, even, like you’ve been together a long time. You still need to talk about what you both actually want, of course, but - if this is anything to go by - it feels like you might well be on the same page.

He’s not there when you reach for him in the morning. You sit bolt upright, suddenly paranoid that Ben might have done to you what you did to him. 

But then your eyes adjust to the morning light filtering through the blinds, and you can hear clattering and humming coming from the direction of the kitchen. You reach for a pair of pyjama pants and an old sweatshirt, and pad from the bedroom into the living and dining room and through the door into the tiny kitchen. 

Ben is standing at the main counter, his back to you, measuring out coffee for your filter machine while humming random melodies to himself. He’s wearing the big, old Paris Review hoodie you’d loaned him when he came home with you the evening before, as well as his boxers and a strangely familiar-looking pair of brightly-coloured socks, covered with a pattern of books and pens and - 

Oh, fuck. Those socks. Your Christmas present to him. He’d worn them to Jen’s party.

You take a few short steps across the kitchen floor and wrap your arms around him, pressing your cheek to his shoulder blade and inhaling deeply. 

“Hi, Lyddie.”

He turns and shifts his body so he can see you properly. He’s got his glasses on, his hair is tousled, curls sticking up in every direction, and he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your life. 

“You look a lot better in that hoodie than I do.”

He looks down at the magazine logo on the sweatshirt. “Were you a subscriber?”

“It was a gift from a friend years and years ago. We had a running joke about the idea of a magazine reviewing Paris, she saw it and ordered it for me. It’s cosy, isn’t it?”

He beams and puts an arm around you, gently pulling you to his side as the coffee machine splutters into life. “Very cosy, baby.”

“It’s nice, here.” Ben looks around the apartment as he sips the coffee, sitting beside you at the small dining table. “It’s very…”

“Basic?”

He arches an eyebrow over the rim of his mug. “I was going to say it’s very you. You’ve made it your own, even if it is basic.”

You reach for his hand and squeeze it, marvelling at the butterflies you feel at the simple sensation of the touch of his hand, even after having slept with him twice.  

“Ben?” 

He looks at you, eyes soft and warm. 

“I want this. Whatever this is, right now, I want it. I want to try it, anyway. I want you. I want you and me, I want there to be an ‘us’. I meant what I said last night, I’m not scared. Well, I am, because I still don’t know what happens when I have to leave and what if that ruins everything and then -”

He squeezes your hand in return. “Lyddie, you’re spiralling.”

You laugh and take a deep breath. “I guess what I’m asking is - if I wasn’t a broken weirdo who ran out on you, what would you want? What do you want?”

“Lyd, please. You’re not a weirdo, and you’re not fucking broken. You’re strong, and smart, and funny, and beautiful, and - fuck, you’re a fucking goddess, Lyd, and I’ll tell you that every goddamn day.” He looks at you, expression deadly serious before softening into a smile. “Surely you know I want this, too? You, me, an ‘us’? How could I not?” 

You put your hands to his face and pull him in for a kiss. No more fear, even if this was scary, in its own way.

And you remember something he said last night. 

“Ben, can I ask you about something you said last night?” 

He smiles beatifically and nods. 

“When I was explaining about being scared, you said something like ‘love is scary’. I… I’m just wondering about your word choice.” Your mouth feels dry and you take another sip of coffee. “Was ‘love’ generic, or…specific?”

Ben’s eyes widen for a moment, a tiny flash of panic passing through.

“It was specific.”

You nod. “So…”

He rubs his hands together, one of his nervous ‘tells’. “So, I said ‘love is scary’ because - I love you.” The look in his eyes is cautious but warm, hopeful. 

“I love you, Lydia. I love you very much. I hope that’s okay.”

You gently place your hand on top of his, quelling his anxious gesture. 

“I love you too, Ben. Very much. So, yeah, that’s okay.”

The two of you burst out laughing for a moment before leaning in for a soft kiss. It felt so normal, so comfortable: both of you still with your bed-heads, dressed in random loungewear, sitting at your dining table in your little apartment, saying you loved each other for the first time. 

Ben twines his fingers through yours, smiling. “I can’t tell you how glad I am to be able to say those words to you, Lyd.” He blushes a little. “Came close to saying it a few times before.”

You arch an eyebrow exaggeratedly and grin at him. “Oh, really? Well, that makes two of us.”

You lean over to rest your head on his shoulder. “And you know we said last night that neither of us had been loved the way we deserved?” He hums and nods in agreement, planting a kiss to the top of your head.

“Maybe we can try loving each other like that?”

“I’d like that very much, Lyd.” Another kiss, another squeeze of your hand - and, out of nowhere, his tummy rumbles audibly, triggering another fit of giggles.

“Think you and me deserve to have a nice breakfast, too.” He pushes himself back from the table and stands up, still holding your hand. He holds you closely. “And then…”

“And then - we come home and make up for lost time.”

(bookshelf divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more; other dividers by @cafekitsune)

Further A/N: Like many of us, I'm sure, I have spent much of the last week listening back to the work of the extraordinary, late, great Sinéad O'Connor. This song, from her 2014 album I'm Not Bossy, I'm The Boss, leapt out as a perfect fit for Lydia - in general, but especially in this chapter. Rest in power, Sinéad. (And if you haven't yet read her memoir, Rememberings, do it - it's brilliant.)

[alywats]

All The Books I Read In 2020

Here she is! The full list of books I read in 2020. My goal was to read 52 books again this year, but once lockdown started I upped it to 100, and I ultimately surpassed even that goal!! I think reading is so important for my personal growth and mental health, so the last two years I have made reading a big priority in my life, and it is the best choice I could have made. This year especially, I found reading to be such a comfort and such a great tool for keeping the quarantine blues at bay. Here’s to all the books I read in 2020, and all the books I will read in 2021! 

132 books, 44,531 pages, and a refreshed passion for learning and growth: 

The Kite Runner- Khaled Hosseini (372 pgs) 4.5

A Discovery of Witches- Deborah Harkness (579 pgs) 2.75

The Call of the Wild and Selected Stories- Jack London (176 pgs) 4

I Wear The Black Hat -Chuck Klosterman (225 pgs) 3.75

Digital Fortress- Dan Brown (430 pgs) 3.75

Night Boat to Tangier- Kevin Barry (224 pgs) 2

The Chemist- Stephanie Meyer (518 pgs) 3

Find Me- Andre Aciman (272 pgs) 3.5

A Walk In The Woods- Bill Bryson (394 pgs) 4.5

Invisible Monsters- Chuck Palahniuk (304 pgs) 2.5

Underland, A Deep Time Journey- Robert MacFarlane (496 pgs) 3.25

The Dutch House -Ann Patchett (337 pgs) 5

Notes From a Small Island -Bill Bryson (324 pgs) 3.75

Home Work -Julie Andrews (560 pgs) 3.5

100 Essential Things You Didn’t Know About Maths and The Arts- John D. Barrow (320 pgs) 2.25

On the Road -Jack Kerouac (307 pgs) 3.5

Train Dreams -Denis Johnson (116 pgs) 4.25

2001: A Space Odyssey -Arthur C. Clarke (297 pgs) 4.75

Educated: A Memoir -Tara Westover (334 pgs) 5

Carrie -Stephen King (253 pgs) 3.5

Dig. -A.S. King (394 pgs) 4

salt slow -Julia Armfield (208 pgs) 3

Don’t Call Us Dead -Danez Smith (96 pgs) 5

Convenience Store Woman -Sayaka Murata (163 pgs) 3.25

The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid: A Memoir -Bill Bryson (288 pgs) 3.75

Who Moved My Cheese? -Spencer Johnson (96 pgs) 3.5

The Truth About Keeping Secrets -Savannah Brown (336 pgs) 4

All-American Poem -Matthew Dickman (85 pgs) 3.5

2010: Odyssey Two -Arthur C. Clarke (320 pgs) 4

Behind Her Eyes -Sarah Pinborough (307 pgs) 3

The Stand -Stephen King (1440 pgs) 4

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous- Ocean Vuong (246 pgs) 4.5

Homie: Poems -Danez Smith (96 pgs) 4

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet -Becky Chambers (516 pgs) 3.5

The Silent Patient -Alex Michealide (325 pgs) 3.75

Talking As Fast As I Can -Lauren Graham (205 pgs) 3.5

Gregor the Overlander -Suzanne Collins (326 pgs) 1.5

The Transmigration of Bodies -Yuri Herrera (112 pgs) 2.5

The Deep -Rivers Solomon (166 pgs) 4

The Last Man -Mary Shelley (478 pgs) 3

Oryx and Crake -Margaret Atwood (389 pgs) 4.25

One Summer: America, 1927 -Bill Bryson (456 pgs) 3.5

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe -Benjamin Alire Sáenz (359 pgs) 3

The Climb: Tragic Ambitions on Everest -Anatoli Boukreev (297 pgs) 3.75

2061: Odyssey Three -Arthur C. Clarke (302 pgs) 3

Where I Belong -Alan Doyle (315 pgs) 4

Humble Pi: When Math Goes Wrong in the Real World -Matt Parker (314 pgs) 4

Normal People -Sally Rooney (304 pgs) 4

Dinosaur Tales -Ray Bradbury (144 pgs) 3

Someday, Someday, Maybe -Lauren Graham (340 pgs) 3.25

The Power -Naomi Alderman (341 pgs) 4.25

Deception Point -Dan Brown (558 pgs) 2.5

3001: The Final Odyssey -Arthur C. Clarke (272 pgs) 3.75

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes -Suzanne Collins (540 pgs) 3.5

The Vegetarian-Han Kang (188 pgs) 3

The Map of Salt and Stars -Zeyn Joukhadar (368 pgs) 4.5

One Man’s Wilderness: An Alaskan Odyssey -Sam Keith (224 pgs) 4

11/22/63 -Stephen King (849 pgs) 4.5

The Ballad of Black Tom -Victor LaValle (149 pgs) 3.5

Girl With A Pearl Earring -Tracy Chevalier (233 pgs) 4

The Year of the Flood -Margaret Atwood (431 pgs) 3.5

In A Sunburned Country -Bill Bryson (335 pgs) 3

Disappearing Earth -Julia Phillips (312 pgs) 2.5

The Hidden Life of Trees -Peter Wohlleben (288 pgs) 3.5

The People in the Trees -Hanya Yanagihara (368 pgs) 4

Shadow of Night -Deborah Harkness (584 pgs) 3

High Fidelity -Nick Hornby (340 pgs) 3.5

If It Bleeds -Stephen King (528 pgs) 3.5

Sharp Objects -Gillian Flynn (254 pgs) 4

A Newfoundlander in Canada -Alan Doyle (244 pgs) 4

The Water Dancer -Ta-Nehisi Coates (406 pgs) 4

The Fellowship of the Ring -J.R.R. Tolkien (398 pgs) 5

The Bluest Eye -Toni Morrison (216 pgs) 4

Into the Wild -Jon Krakauer (207 pgs) 4

Fahrenheit 451 -Ray Bradbury (194 pgs) 4

Burial Rites -Hannah Kent (336 pgs) 4.5

The Poet X -Elizabeth Acevedo (368 pgs) 5

The End of October -Lawrence Wright (400 pgs) 1.5

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine -Gail Honeyman (336 pgs) 3.5

Survivor -Chuck Palahniuk (304 pgs) 3.5

Every Song Ever -Ben Ratliff (272 pgs) 2

A Beautifully Foolish Endeavor -Hank Green (452 pgs) 4

The Time Traveler's Wife -Audrey Niffenegger (540 pgs) 3.5

The Body: A Guide for Occupants -Bill Bryson (450 pgs) 3

Mr. Mercedes -Stephen King (437 pgs) 3.5

Girl, Woman, Other -Bernardine Evaristo (453 pgs) 4.5

Midnight Sun -Stephenie Meyer (662 pgs) 2

The Maltese Falcon -Dashiell Hammett (213 pgs) 3

The Hunting Party -Lucy Foley (406 pgs) 4

The Hating Game -Sally Thorne (387 pgs) 2.5

My Year of Rest and Relaxation -Ottessa Moshfegh (304 pgs) 4

Real Life -Brandon Taylor (329 pgs) 4

My Sister the Serial Killer -Oyinkan Braithwaite (226 pgs) 4

The Answer Is...: Reflections on My Life -Alex Trebek (304 pgs) 3

Eileen -Ottessa Moshfegh (272 pgs) 3

Answering Back -Carol Ann Duffy (144 pgs) 4

Then She Was Gone -Lisa Jewell (359 pgs) 3.5

Death In Her Hands -Ottessa Moshfegh (259 pgs) 3.5

This Is How You Lose The Time War -Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone (209 pgs) 4

The Goldfinch -Donna Tartt (771 pgs) 4.5

Shutter Island -Dennis Lehane (369 pgs) 3.5

The Devil All The Time -Donald Ray Pollock (261 pgs) 4

I'm Thinking of Ending Things -Iain Reid (241 pgs) 2

Bunny -Mona Awad (307 pgs) 3

The Snowman -Jo Nesbø (516 pgs) 2.5

Something Wicked This Way Comes -Ray Bradbury (293 pgs) 3

Pretty Little Liars -Sara Shepard (286 pgs) 1

Psycho -Robert Bloch (208 pgs) 3.5

Along Came a Spider -James Patterson (449 pgs) 3

American Psycho -Brett Easton Ellis (399 pgs) 4

Night Sky With Exit Wounds -Ocean Vuong (89 pgs) 4

Arctic Dreams -Barry Lopez (496 pgs) 4

Four Colors Suffice -Robin Wilson (280 pgs) 4.5

My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She's Sorry -Fredrik Backman (372 pgs) 3

Such A Fun Age -Kiley Reid (320 pgs) 4

In The Dream House -Carmen Maria Machado (251 pgs) 4.5

Beach Read -Emily Henry (361 pgs) 3.5

The Queen's Gambit -Walter Tevis (243 pgs) 3.5

The Book of Life -Deborah Harkness (561 pgs) 2.5

Atomic Habits -James Clear (319 pgs) 2.5

Heart Berries -Terese Marie Mailhot (143 pgs) 3

The Kiss Quotient -Helen Hoang (323 pgs) 3

Around The World In 80 Days -Jules Verne (252 pgs) 3

Dolores Claiborne -Stephen King (384 pgs) 4.5

Flatland -Edwin Abbott (96 pgs) 3.5

The Impossible Girl -Lydia Kang (364 pgs) 2.5

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through The looking Glass -Lewis Carroll (239 pgs) 3.5

Kiss The Girls -James Patterson (481 pgs) 2

The Bride Test -Helen Hoang (296 pgs) 2.5

In A Holidaze -Christina Lauren (307 pgs) 3.5

‘Twas The Knife Before Christmas -Jacqueline Frost (309 pgs) 2.5

The Great Alone -Kristin Hannah (435 pgs) 4

[the-villa-x]

Falling, Fallen - Part 8

Part 7

‘If I ever fall in love with you again, make sure you make me feel like it was worth another fall.’

You was woken up when the alarm clock went off at 6am. You rolled over to shut it as Ben groaned while stretching. You sat up and rubbed the sleep out your eyes mumbling “Good morning.” You went into the shower first and then Ben did as you got dressed for work. You picked out a skirt and blazer that matched and added some makeup before straightening your hair. By the time you was done Ben was in the kitchen pouring himself and you a coffee. As you walked into the kitchen Ben yawned and you giggled “You didn’t have to get up with me you know?” He turned around smiling and wrapped his free arm around your waist. “Yeah but it’s your first day back to work in a while and I’d be up for training in a while anyways.” After a quick breakfast you got your car keys as Ben waved you goodbye before he went to get Finn ready for playgroup. Ben dropped the little boy off to playgroup before making his way to Leicesters training ground.

Before going into your work building you saw a message from your good friend Lydia. She was nearby and asking if you were up to meet. You told her you could have an early lunch at your 11am break which she accepted. Going onto Instagram you saw Jack had posted a picture with his girlfriend, you sighed reading the caption before turning your phone off. ‘You never know how much you love someone, until you watch them loving someone else.’ Your work hours flew by and now you was heading to your chosen restaurant that you’d agreed on. Making your way to a table you weren’t surprised Lydia was late thinking to yourself ‘something’s never change.’

Eventually she turned up immediately pulling you in for a hug. “It’s been so long, I almost forgot you existed!” Laura exclaimed taking her seat. “Wow thanks.” You mumbled. “It’s been bloody ages. How’s the Manc fitty?” You started choking on the air at her words. “You good?” She said looking at you weirdly. “Lydia! I’ve got a boyfriend!” You exclaimed. “Didn’t stop ya though did it?” “Can’t blame ya. He was well fit.” She added before you could say anything. “I had a boyfriend.” You glared at her and she glared back saying “But he was fit.” “Well then you go get him.” You said before smiling seeing the waitress walk over knowing Lydia would shut up. “I’ll have a red wine please.” You said finishing up your order followed by the waitress walking away. Lydias eyes widened “Bloody hell woman it’s 11 in the morning.” She said looking at you weirdly. “Haven’t had one in ages besides it’s 5 o clock somewhere.” “You’ve got a point.” Lydia said shrugging.

Almost done with your food you said “It’s almost time for me to get back to work.” Lydia put her head to the side and said “Why are you working anyways when your with Mr Premier League?” You glared at her before she put her hands up and shrugged and said “Just saying.” Lydia pulled out a cigarette box placing one in between her lips before putting the box in front of you. You just looked at it and back to her. “Ain’t you gonna have one?” She asked through the cigarette still between her lips. “Don’t want my little one passive smoking.” You said flatly and she shrugged. “If you say so.” She said moving the box out of your face. “Excuse me, no smoking in here.” A waitress said to Lydia who rolled her eyes arguing “It’s not lit anyways.” “Come on Lydia.” You sighed getting your bag and leaving some money on the table.

Reaching your car Lydia looked at the white Mercedes shining infront of you before turning to you and asking “Did he buy it you?” You scoffed “No.” Lydia laughed “I was joking. I haven’t forgotten.” She said sticking her tongue out at you. You laughed before hugging Lydia goodbye saying you hoped to see her soon.

The rest of your work day flew by too and you was now heading home very tired. Getting out your car and going to the door you noticed all Ben’s cars were there meaning Finn and Ben would already be home. Walking into the house you was greeted with a big hug from Finn and Ben walking out the kitchen smiling saying “Dinners ready for when you are.” You smiled back saying “Thank you babe.” Before hurrying up the stairs to get into something more comfortable.

After wiping off your makeup you tied your hair into a bun as you walked down the stairs. The three of you sat around the dining table tucking into your tea as Finn excitedly told you stories from his day. You and Ben sharing a smile as you listened to his cute little voice.

Long after Finn had fallen asleep you and Ben were watching a movie on the telly as you snuggled up together. As you laid down and he spooned you, you got a bit uncomfortable and shifted your body. “Shit.” You hear Ben curse under his breath. “What’s wrong babe?” you asked. “It’s nothing love.” As he said it you noticed he was smiling at you awkwardly.

Not very long after you two got comfortable again, you felt something hard against your behind. You knew exactly what was wrong when Ben cursed a few minutes ago. “Ben is that what was wrong with you?” you ask him with a smirk. Ben looks at you pretending to act clueless “What are you talking about love?” “Ben I feel you through your trackies.” You reply, raising an eyebrow. Ben turns red and holds his head down. “Sorry love, when you moved you just rubbed over it an-“ you cut him off from his rambling with a passionate kiss.

Once you pull away he looks at you stunned. “What was that for?” He asks, surprised from the sudden kiss. “Well, for one to shut you up and two to make you stop trying to avoid it.” “I just don’t wanna ruin everything we’re rebuilding by rushing.” Ben says after a little while of silence. “This is the next step.” You breathed out, looking him in the eyes. Ben sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “But y/n I-“ He cuts himself off seeing the desire and lust in your eyes. “Are you sure love?” He asks almost immediately. “Yes Ben I’m positive.” It’s not even half a second after the last word passes between your lips and Ben has already began to kiss you.

You both continue the steamy make out session, as he somehow still continues to kiss you while stating firmly and demandingly “Bedroom.” You nod your head as he swiftly picks you up as if you were weightless, carrying you towards the stairs up to your bedroom.

don’t think it’s any good but hope you somewhat enjoyed reading this part x

@vairdel @alexajanecollins @cam-blog98 @maisiexxo

[sandalaris]

WIP Title Game

Tagged by @youbecool @alwaysupatnight and @fortysevenswrites Thank you all so much! I

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Some are repeats because of how I do my writing, but here we go! (under a cut because there’s a lot of them)

1A - the document I use to edit the latest chapter of multi-fics I am working on, currently A Lesson in Navigation’s next chapter

A Lesson in Navigation - holds all future chapters/scenes/snippets/notes for my WIP

A SethKate Community - fusion fic! the FDtD characters are now a study group at a community college… also has some scenes for the reverse

ALiN Alternate Scene - deleted scenes for A Lesson in Navigation

ALiN Pieces to reignite - I got writers block a while back and so just started randomly writing whatever came to mind for SethKate

ALiN Seth’s POV - what is says on the title

All The Little Pieces notes - because that sucker got complicated and I kept forgetting where people were at

Andy x Lauren - an in-pieces drabble/fic for the show Gifted exploring Andy and Lauren’s mental connection and what all it means. Kinda shippy

Baby, We’re a Cliche part 2 - sequel to a Sterek AU fic

Biscuit Teacher - from the kdrama Biscuit Teacher and Star Candy. I really wanted Bo Ri to find out that Hyun Woo lied about Tae In wanting her there and then have them break up sooner, probably won’t ever be finished but I’m glad I wrote it

Chapter something - I’m shortening this list because I technically have Chapter 26, Chapter 27 and Chapter 29 and this vaugly named Chapter something all as separate document for All the Little Pieces (the main document was getting too long)

Document1 - creatively named. SethKate, inspired by the tumblr post about someone’s grandparents meeting with their grandpa tried to rob their grandma

Document2 - a rough scene from a Community fic

Document3 - has two scenes from two different FDtD fics that I need to put back where they go

DW - a Doctor Who AU where nothing is alien and everything is fae

FDtD Fire Us - post-apocalypse SethKate fic based strongly on the Fire-Us series (or rather the set up for that world and the disease that killed almost everyone). Seth and Richie find a set of siblings squatting in one of their safe houses… except they shouldn’t exist.

FDtD Seth Kate Richie - probably Gen fic where Seth and Richie are Kate’s imaginary friends… until they aren’t

FDtD Touching With Intention - a post-series Kate-centric fic about her taking her healing into her own hands, background SethKate

FDtD - a shit ton of random snippets and fic ideas that are all firmly on the backburner until I either get the overwhelming urge to finish them, delete them, or post them as chapters in my never to be finished fic (mostly SethKate). Including scenes from: Zombie AU, dark Amaru/Brasa (+Kate) fic on those six months between season 2 and 3, cursed!Kate is stuck in an alternate reality dreamstate and the Gecko brothers have to go in to get her out, and superpowered S1 AU (featuring precog!Richie, Scott can “do the math,” Kate can make people tell the truth, Freddie’s not sayin what he can do… yet, and Seth the badass normal one)

 Good Bad Kinda Fairytale - FDtD inspired by the Kinda Fairytale series where people are born either Good or Bad. SethKate featuring oblivious!Kate and pissed off!Seth.

Leverage!Life With Derek - Derek/Casey fic where the McDonalds and the Venturis are each a crime family that decide to start helping people with their skills

Lydia and Peter - an exploration of the connection between Peter and Lydia from Teen Wolf

MacGyver weirdness - what it says on the title, :P

Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU - actually just lightly inspired by the movie. SethKate. After a year of marriage, Seth, a semi-retired master theif who never told his wife how he got the money, begins to suspect that Kate is also some kind of wanted criminal… she’s not, but he’s not the only one to make that mistake and now people are shooting at them.

Murdered by Pirates is Good - a Richie/Kisa Princess Bride inspired fic where Kisa is telling Scott and Kate her story

Murdered by Pirates is Good 2- the SethKate sequel or possible alongside fic

(another set of multidocuments that are technically all the same) Nano 2, Nano Edit Numero Uno, Nano - all various edited stages of the Community/FDtD crossover where Jeff is Seth’s lawyer

Random Rumbelle - what it says in the title, lol.

Rene x Trevor - probably another fic I won’t finish, but Rene’s reaction to finding out that “Trevor” is actually a traveler in her boyfriend’s dead body

SethKate - my attempt to write smut for the first time, post-season one with kinda-a-werewolf-but-not-really!Seth

Shin x ET - The Lonley God kdrama fic where Shin struggles with not kissing his newly found bride

Spark Stiles - a semi-dark Sterek fic where Stiles climbs his way out of hell to get revenge for Scott’s murder

Sterek - two Stiles/Derek fic ideas that are on the backburner for now

Sterek SS inspired Part Two- the sequel to Intervening Process (We’ve Got This)

Stolen Kisses of an Ill-Begotten Age - Jeff/Annie post-Debate fic where Jeff gets to finally talk to someone about how Annie knocked him on his ass with one kiss

The Salt of Man - Life with Derek, Derek/Casey post-apocalypitic fic

Tumblr - the SethKate sequel to the drabble of Kate finding a drunk and high Seth and running her fingers through his hair…. that’s actually pretty much done, I should post it

Untitled tumblr drabble - a Richie/Dakota kissing prompt from @alwaysupatnight

Untitled tumblr drabble 2 - a SethKate kissing prompt from @yossariandawn

Waiting - a Criminal Minds fic involving none of the main characters, lol

What the Hell - a Big Bang Theory AU where Penny ends up Sheldon’s roommate and Leonard moves across the hall

wtf - a collection of The Umbrella Academy scenes involving Five dealing with second puberty, Diego and Vanya bonding during their teen years, and a slight AU where when they jump back to 2019 with ghost!Ben something to goes wrong, or right, and now Ben’s alive!…. and in his fourteen year old body

[afaimsarrowverse]

Beziehungsübersicht

Regeln: Um in diese Übersicht aufgenommen zu werden, muss die Beziehung entweder in irgendeiner Form offiziell gewesen sein, längere Zeit angedauert haben oder oft genug wiedergekehrt zu sein um zu qualifizieren. Flirten, einzelne Dates und One-Nightstands gelten nicht.

Alpha-Beta-Beziehungen (normal, werden als stabiler und zivilisierter angesehen als Alpha-Omega-Beziehungen)

Sara Lance/Nyssa al Ghul

Oliver Queen/Nyssa al Ghul (Ehe, aber nicht konsumiert)

James Olsen/Lena Luthor

Thea Queen/ Alex Davis

Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen (vor Lian Yu)

Oliver Queen/McKenna Hall

Sara Lance/Oliver Queen (Affäre, vor Lian Yu)

Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak (Verlöbnis)

Oliver Queen/Susan Williams

John Diggle/Lya Michael (Verheiratet, 2x, Gefährten)

Laurel Lance/Tommy Merlyn

Black Siren/Prometheus-X

Andy Diggle/Carly Diggle (Ehe)

Moira Queen/Walter Steele (Ehe)

Vincent Sobal/Dinah Drake (Gefährten)

Moira Queen/Robert Queen (Ehe)

Wally West/Jesse Wells

Mick Rory/Leonard Snart( locker)

Hunter Zolomon/Caitlin Snow

Sara Lance/John Constantine (locker)

Desmond/John Constantine

Malcolm Merlyn/Rebecca Merlyn (Doomworld, Ehe, Gefährten)

Astra/Non (Ehe, Gefährten)

Ben Lockwood/Lydia Lockwood (Ehe, Gefährten)

Mon-El/Imra Ardeen (Ehe)

Iris West/Eddie Thawne (Verlöbnis, später Triaden-Ehe, Gefährten)

Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer (Ehe)

Chiayara/Khufu (Gefährten, in all ihren späteren Leben ebenfalls)

Damien Darhk/Ruvé Adams (Ehe)

Adrian Chase/Doris Chase (Ehe)

Amaya Jiwe/Rex Tyler (Verlobungsversprechen, keine Konsumation)

Catherine Hamilton-Kane/Jacob Kane

Alpha-Alpha-Beziehungen (selten, halten meistens nicht, werden nicht von allen als normal akzeptiert)

Ava Sharpe/Sara Lance

Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen (nach Lian Yu, Ehe, Gefährten)

Oliver Queen/Helena Bertinelli

Sara Lance/Oliver Queen (nach Lian Yu und in “Stranded”)

Ricardo Diaz/Black Siren

Wally West/Starfire

Sara Lance/Alex Danvers (in “Stranded”)

Sara Lance/Amaya Jiwe (Doomworld, locker)

Sara Lance/Kendra Saunders (Sex)

Alpha-Omega-Beziehung (natürlich, intensitv, hat aber einen schlechten Ruf, endet oft schlecht für den Omega)

Tatsu Yamashiro/Maseo Yamashiro (Ehe, Gefährten)

James Olsen/Kara Danvers

Thea Queen/Roy Harper (Ehe, Gefährten)

Donna Smoak/Quentin Lance (Ehe)

Cliffod DeVoe/Marlize DeVoe (Ehe, Gefährten)

Mick Rory/Ray Palmer (Ehe, Gefährten)

Amaya Jiwe/Nate Heywood (Gefährten)

Iris West/Barry Allen (Ehe, Gefährten, später als Triade)

Julian Albert/Barry Allen (in der Savitar-Zeitlnie)

Ralph Dibny/Barry Allen (ein platonischer Kuss, einseitige Gefühle)

Eobard Thawne/Ray Palmer (Doomworld)

Francine West/Joe West (Ehe, Gefährten)

Kendra Saunders/Cisco Ramon

Kendra Saunders/Ray Palmer (Verlöbnis)

Konane/Mona Wu

Cindy/Cisco Ramon (Ehe)

Nora Allen/Henry Allen (Ehe, Gefährten)

Goldface/Amunet Black

Mon-El/Kara Danvers (Ehe, Gefährten)

Dinah Lance/Quentin Lance (Ehe, Gefährten)

Rhea/Lar-Gand (Ehe)

Sara Lance/Rip Hunter (später Gefährten in Triade)

Miranda Coburn/Rip Hunter (Ehe, Gefährten)

Eliza Danvers/Jeremiah Danvers (Ehe, Gefährten)

Dogson/Beth Kane

Manny/Susan Linden

George Li/Susan Linden

Alpha-Beta-Omega-Beziehungen/Triaden (ideale Beziehungsform, wurde im Laufe der 20. Jahrhunderts selten, kommt zu Beginn des 21. Jahrhunderts langsam zurück)

Iris West/Eddie Thawne/Barry Allen (Ehe, Gefährten)

Mon-El/Imra Ardeen/Kara Danvers

Sara Lance/Leonard Snart/Rip Hunter (Gefährten)

Beta-Beta-Beziehungen (normal, statistisch die am weitesten verbreitete Beziehungsform, da der Beta das dominierende Geschlecht ist)

Oliver Quee /Samantha Clayton (vor Lian Yum Affäre)

Martin Stein/Clarissa Stein

Caitlin Snow/Ronnie Raymond (Ehe, Gefährten)

Felicity Smoak/Billy Malone

David Singh/Rob Singh (Ehe, Gefährten)

Malcolm Merlyn/Rebecca Merlyn (Ehe, Gefährten)

Alura Zor-El/Zor-El (Ehe, Gefährten)

Lyra Strayd /Winn Schott

Lois Lane/Clark Kent (Ehe, Gefährten)

Shiobhan Smythe/Winn Schott

Hank Heywood/Doris Heywood (Ehe)

Mr. und Mrs. Palmer (Ehe)

Andrea Rojas/Russel Rogers

Beta-Omega-Beziehung (normal, wenn auch in medizinischen Kreisen manchmal mit Skepsis beäugt)

Black Arrow/Overgirl (Ehe, Gefährten)

Anna Loring/Ray Palmer (Verlöbnis)

Felicity Smoak/Ray Palmer

Patty Spivot/Barry Allen

Leonard Snart/Barry Allen (Doomworld, Locker)

Linda Park/Barry Allen

John Constantine/Gary Green (Gefährten)

M’gann M’orzz/J’onn J’onnzz (Ehe, Gefährten)

Edward Thawne-X/Barry Allen (”Stranded”)

Cecile Horton/Joe West (Gefährten)

Paul Holt/Curtis Holt (Ehe)

Nick Anastas/Curtis Holt

Rory Regan/Curtis Holt (Ehe)

H. R. Wells/Tracy Brand (inoffizielles Verlöbnis)

Adam Foster/Kara Danvers

Leonard Snart/Rip Hunter

Mr. und Mrs. Stein (Ehe)

Renée Montoya/Kate Kane

Tyler Moore/Sophie Moore

Omega-Omega-Beziehungen (sehr selten, werden von vielen als pervers angesehen)

Lisa Snart/Cisco Ramon

Kate Kane/Sophie Moore

A-Typische Triaden (selten)

Winn Schott/Nia Nal/Querl Dox (Ehe, Gefährten)

Sara Lance/Kendra Saunders/Ray Palmer (Onenightstand)

BTA-Beta-Beziehungen (selten, da in Übergangsphasen von intimenen Beziehungen abgeraten wird)

Oliver Queen/Shado

Alpha-BTA-Beziehungen (selten, siehe oben für Gründe)

Julian Albert/Caitlin Snow

Beta-BetaOmega-Beziehungen (eher selten)

Ray Terill/Leo Snart (Ehe)

Alpha-AlphaBeta-Beziehungen (eher selten)

Ava Sharpe/Caitlin Snow

Laurel Lance/Sebastian Blood

Amunet Black/Caitlin Snow

Beta-Geschlechtslos-Beziehungen (sehr selten):

Winn Schott/Querl Dox (Ehe, Gefährten)

Zari Tomaz/Charlie (Nur balzen)

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Des concerts à Paris et alentour

Octobre 31. Acid Mothers Temple + Bambara (Le Beau fest. off) – Glazart 31. Thierry Balasse joue Pierre Henry – La Gaîté lyrique 31. Terrine + Regalec + Victime – La Pointe Lafayette 31. Linda Fox + Flesh World + Johnny Labelle + Teenage God + Disposition Matrix – Le Petit Café 31. Marie Davidson + Oktober Lieber – Petit Bain 31. Ensemble Economique + Jeremiah Cymerman – Le vent se lève 31. Archetype + Ujjaya (Sleep Concert) – Les Miroirs de l'âme 31. Phill Niblock & Thierry Madiot + Trio Grands Lacs – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 31. Operant + Panzer b2b X + Resonant Pole + 9hz (Unhuman b2b Sinus O) + Ahxat – tba (gratuit avant 00h30) 31. Chris Liberator + Mayeul + Demian + D. Carbonne + Falhaber + Moth – tba 31. Metzger + Crave + Faulkner + Moyo – Serpent à plume

Novembre 01. Elysian Fields – La Maroquinerie 01. Casual Hex + Hyäne – La Pointe Lafayette 01. Kiku, Blixa Bargeld & Black Cracker – Petit Bain 01. John Maus + Mac DeMarco + The Voidz + Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever + Étienne Daho + Yellow Days + Cola Boyy + New Optimism (Pitchfork Music fest.) – Grande Halle de La Villette 01. Or:la + Yves Tumor + Dr Rubinstein + Lotic (Pitchfork Music fest. after party) – Trabendo 02. Blood Orange + Chvrches + Chromeo + Bagarre + Car Seat Headrest + Dream Wife + Lewis OfMan + Boy Pablo + Kaytranada + Tirzah [+ Fever Ray : ANNULÉ] (Pitchfork Music fest.) – Grande Halle de La Villette 02. Arne Vinzon + Lem + Bertrand Désert – bar du Grand hôtel Amour 02. Sec + Igloo + PoulainJar + Towl Ben – La Cantine de Belleville 03. Bon Iver + dj Koze + Jeremy Underground + Stephan Malkmus & The Jicks + Unknow Mortal Orchestra + Avalon Emerson + Snail Mail + Daniel Avery + Muddy Monk + Peggy Goo + Michael Rault (Pitchfork Music fest.) – Grande Halle de La Villette 02. Emma Ruth Rundle + Jaye Jayle – Petit Bain ||ANNULÉ|| 02. Assassani + Phantom Love + Techno Thriller + Cockpit + Elzo Durt – La Station 02. Perc + Hermann b2b Sentimental Rave – Rex Club 03. Cheb Gero + Ko Shin Moon + Kink Gong – musée Guimet (gratuit) 03. Antti Tolvi + NW"Rir1009" + Le bruit vient de la cuisine + O Reche Modo + Porve A Za Penize – Le Petit Café 03. Fatma Pneumonia + Sainte Rita + Id!r + Andres Komatsu – Carbone 17 (Aubervilliers) 04. Peaches Christ Superstar – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 04. Crack Cloud + Escape-Ism – Olympic café 04. Deena Abdelwahed – Concrete 05. Colin Stetson – Café de la danse 05. Echo & The Bunnymen – Bataclan 05. David Byrne – Zénith 06. Soft Kill – Olympic café 06. Agnostic Front + Fishing With Guns + Blackened – Gibus 07. M.A. Beat! + Domotic – Olympic café 08. Half Asleep + Delphine Dora – Médiathèque musicale (gratuit) 08. Cold Cave + Choir Boy – Petit Bain 08. Jealous + The Absolute Never + Drone à clochettes – Alimentari 09. Le Syndicat faction vivante – Salle Gong (gratuit) 09. Sonotanotanpenz + Le Ton mité – Le Chair de poule 09. Words & Action – Le Klub 09. Kikagaku Moyo + Frédéric D. Oberland – Petit Bain 09. Rendez-Vous + Prurient + Silent Servant + Poison Point + Crave + Low Jack b2b Moyo + Clara 3000 & Coni – La Machine 09. Regis + Vatican Shadow + Samuel Kerridge + December – Rex Club 09. AZF + Randomer + Identified Patient + Zuli + Benoua b2b Legitime – Concrete 09. The Hacker – Badaboum 09>11. Baba Commandant & The Mandigo Band + Senyawa + Brothers Unconnected (Alan & Richard Bishop) + Porest Group + Kink Gong + Robert Millis + Jesse Paul Miller + Mark Gergis + Hisham Mayet + Olivia Wyatt – théâtre Berthelot (Montreuil) 11. Bo Ningen + Cassels – Point FMR 13. Hot Snakes – Point FMR 13. MellaNoisEscape + Puts Mary – Petit Bain 13. Sophie Agnel, Joke Lanz & Michael Vatcher – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 14. Cocaine Piss – Supersonic (gratuit) 14. Peter Murphy & David J jouent "In the Flat Fields" – Bataclan 14. Jerusalem In My Heart + Good Luck In Death + Florian Abou Yehia – Petit Bain 14. Tout de suite + Mr Marcaille + Le Crabe – L'International 14. Charalambides + Bridget Hayden + Jon Collin, Nina Garcia & Augustin Bette – Les Nautes 14. Blind Delon + BLNDR + IV Horsemen + Paulie Jan + DJ Varsovie + Panzer – Rex Club 15. Father Murphy + Le Jour du seigneur & Kaïto Winsé + Arnaud Rivière – Les Nautes 15. Méryll Ampe + Emmanuelle Bouyer + Anne Flore Cabanis + Matthieu Crimersmois + Frédéric Mathevet + Colin Roche + Anton Mobin... (Extended Score #2) – Le Cube (Issy-lès-Moulineaux) 16. Frigs + Plomb + Cave Story – Supersonic (gratuit) 16. Parquet Courts – Elysées Montmartre 16. Jasss + Nkisi + Bonaventure (Biennale Némo) – La Gaîté lyrique 16. Ellah A. Thaun + Love Coffin + Bryan's Magic Tears – La Station 16. Noir Boy George + Officine + Foune Curry – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 17. Moriarty – Librairie L'Atelier (gratuit) 17. The Damned – Elysées Montmartre 17. Jung An Tagen + Matthias Puech + Meryll Ampe & Konpyuta – 100ECS 17. Eomac + Defekt... – entrepôt en banlieue 18. Ensemble Links : « Drumming » de Steve Reich – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 19. U.S. Girl – La Maroquinerie 20. King Champion Sound + Pierre & Bastien + Rose Mercie – Le Klub 21. The Breeders – Le Trianon 21. Lydia Lunch & Ian White – Espace B 21. Ekafaune + Badbad + Baba Yage – Le cirque électrique 22. Société étrange + Pyjamarama – Le Zorba 22. Scout Niblett + Miles Oliver – Petit Bain 22. Cookies + Trotsky nautique + Guns'n'Ganseblumchen – La Pointe Lafayette 22. Tomoko Sauvage + Jacques Demierre & Axel Dörner + Frantz Loriot + Anna Frei & Franziska Koch (Textures fest.) – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 22. Serge Teyssot-Gay, Christian Vialard & Éric Arlix : Hypogé – Le Cube (Issy-lès-Moulineaux) 23. Michael Nyman : "War Work: 8 Songs with Film" – Salle Pleyel 23. Ennio Morricone – Bercy Arena 23. Kollaps + Trepaneringsritualen + Verset Zero – Gibus 23. Le Mystère des voix bulgares – église Saint-Eustache 23. Saravah revisité (Areski, The Recyclers, Arlt, Bojan Flames...) + Hyperculte + Waltraud Blischke (dj) (BBmix fest.) – Carré Bellefeuille (Boulogne-Billancourt) 23. Yasmine El-Baramawy + Dennis Tyfus + Les Sirènes (Francisco Meirino, Jérôme Noetinger, Mathieu Saladin & Juliette Vocler) + Denis Rollet (Textures fest.) – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 23. Tommy Four Seven + AnD + Stephanie Sykes + VSK – Concrete 23>25. Anne-James Chaton & Manuel Coursin : "L'Affaire La Pérouse" – La Pop 24. Geometric Vision + Solveig Matthildur – Supersonic (gratuit) 24. Seefeel joue "Quique" + Insides – Petit Bain 24. O'Death Jug – Le Bal 24. Endless Boogie + Pan American + Facs + Von Limb + Waltraud Blischke (dj) (BBmix fest.) – Carré Bellefeuille (Boulogne-Billancourt) 24. Frustration + Twin Arrows – Rack'am (Brétigny/Orge) 24. Trentmøller (dj) – NF34 24. Arnaud Rebotini + Vernacular Orchestra + Soul Edifice – Rex Club 24. ABSL + Cem + Elad Magdasi + Mind/Matter + Moth + Nico Moreno + Paramod + Parfait + Raär + Sentimental Rave – tba 25. Satan + Kill + Necrodancer – Espace B 25. Evan Crankshaw & The Dead Mauriacs + The Mauskovic Dance Band + Waltraud Blischke (dj) (BBmix fest.) – Carré Bellefeuille (Boulogne-Billancourt) 27. Mudhoney – Trabendo 27. Etienne Jaumet – New Morning 28. Andy Moor & Anne-James Chaton – Cité de l'architecture (gratuit) 28. Adult. – Petit Bain 28. Borja Fames + Eloïse Decazes + Èlg – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 28. Ensemble IRE joue "Nexus Entropy" d'Ulrich Krieger + Marc Baron + Lionel Marchetti (fest. Bruits blancs) – Anis gras (Arcueil) 29. SK/LR – Chair de poule (gratuit) 29. Interpol – Salle Pleyel 29. Esben & The Witch – Point FMR 29. CHDH + Mariachi + Lårs Akerlund & Sten Backman (fest. Bruits blancs) – Le Cube (Issy-lès-Moulineaux) 29. Rakta + Marée noire + Trashley – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 30. Mick Harvey – Petit Bain 30. Artus + Fleuves noirs + Hex – Le cirque électrique 30. Spit Mask + Poison Point + Lunacy + Some Ember + Offermose + Kaukolampi – La Station 30. Deeat Palace + Tamara Goukassova + Tryphème – L'International 30. John Chatler + Samuel Sighicelli + Shapednoise (fest. Bruits blancs) – Anis gras (Arcueil)

Décembre 01. Nadia Ratsimandresy + Bruno Chevillon + Uriel Barthélémi + Marc Sens + Annabelle Playe (fest. Bruits blancs) – Anis gras (Arcueil) 01. Deux boules vanille + Jeff Mills + Molécule + Renart + Nicolas Horvath joue P. Glass, T. Riley et J. Adams + Ensemble Links : "Music for 18 Musicians" de S. Reich (fest. Marathon!) – La Gaîté lyrique ||COMPLET|| 02. Beak> + Le Comte – Café de la danse ||COMPLET|| 03. Idles + John – Bataclan 03. Pardans – Olympic café 05. Julia Holter – Petit Bain 05. Sudden Infant + Massicot – Centre culturel suisse 06. La Tène avec Jacques Puech, Louis Jacques, Guilhem Lacroux & Jérémie Sauvage – Centre culturel suisse 06. The KVB + M!R!M – Badaboum 07. Kink Gong – Médiathèque musicale (gratuit) 07. Antoine Chessex + Nina Garcia + Francisco Meirino – Centre culturel suisse 07. Heimat + Bordigaga + Bruno Billaudeau, Xavier Mussat & Black Sifichi (Semaine du bizarre) – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 07. Nosfell – Espace 1789 (Saint-Ouen) 07. Shxcxchcxsh + W.LV.S + Wlderz – Rex Club 08. Père Ubu (Semaine du bizarre) – Théâtre Berthelot (Montreuil) 08. The Horrorist + Federico Amoroso – L'Officine 08. Jean Benoît Dunckel + NSDOS + CloZee + Kiddy Smile (Inasound fest.) – Palais Brongniart 08. Blawan + The Advent + AWB + Yogg & Pharaon + Netsh – Concrete 09. Panteros666 + Matt Black + Erol Alkan + Kiasmos (Inasound fest.) – Palais Brongniart 09. The Fleshtones – Supersonic 09/10. Moriarty – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 12. Nova Materia – La Maroquinerie 12. Le Réveil des tropiques + France + Helio Polar Thing – Petit Bain 13. The Callas + Selofan + Hørd (fest. Magnétique Nord) – La Station 14. New Model Army – Trabendo 14. Carol Robinson, Bertrand Gauguet, Julia Eckhardt & Yannick Guedon : "Sequel to Occam Ocean" (2018) d’Éliane Radigue – Palais de Tokyo 14. Sida + Broken English Club + Toresch + Moderna + Wr2old + Shazzula (fest. Magnétique Nord) – La Station 14. Hangman's Chair + Jessica93 + Revok – Les Cuizines (Chelles) 14. Rebekah + Paula Temple + Anetha + Hannah b2b Charlene – Concrete 15. Gaspar Claus – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 15. Ata + Oliver Hafenbauer + Chinaski + Last Love Pilgrim + Kilian Paterson + Slyngshot + DJ Neewt (fest. Magnétique Nord) – La Station 15. Job Sifre + Fatma Pneumonia + X1000 + Spunoff (fest. Magnétique Nord) – La Station 15. AZF – Rex Club 18. Drab Majesty – Point FMR 19. Belmont Witch + Zad Kokar – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 22. Yan Wagner + Il est vilaine + Magnüm + Mayerling – La Maroquinerie

2019

Janvier 18. Francis Dhomont (fest. Akousma) – MPAA Saint-Germain (gratuit sur résa) 19. Armando Balice + Ingrid Drese + Jérôme Noetinger + Loïse Bulot + Robert Hampson (fest. Akousma) – MPAA Saint-Germain (gratuit sur résa) 20.  Catherine Bir + Raphaël Mouterde + Francisco Meirino + Roland Cahen + Yoko Higashi & Lionel Marchetti (fest. Akousma) – MPAA Saint-Germain (gratuit sur résa) 22. Emmanuelle Parrenin & Dominique Regref – La Ferme du Buisson (Noisiel) 24. Rouge Gorge – Le Chair de poule 25. La Secte du futur + Shiny Darkly – Supersonic 25. Léonie Pernet – Gaîté lyrique 26. Chloé – Elysée-Montmartre 29. Dominique a – Salle Pleyel 31. Deena Abdelwahed – Gaîté lyrique

Février 02. The Residents – Gaîté lyrique 02. Shabazz Palaces + Dälek (fest. Sons d'hiver) – théâtre de la Cité internationale 06. Brendan Perry – Petit Bain 07. VNV Nation – Le Trabendo 09. The Ex : "Ethiopian Night" (fest. Sons d'hiver) – salle Jacques-Brel (Fontenay-sous-Bois) 10. Therapy? – La Maroquinerie 11. Massive Attack feat. Liz Fraser jouent « Mezzanine » – Zénith 16. Anthony Braxton + Dave Douglas & Bill Laswell (fest. Sons d'hiver) – théâtre Jacques-Carat (Cachan) 21. Mlada Fronta + Absolute Valentine + Neoslave – Petit Bain 22. Nils Frahm – Le Trianon ||COMPLET|| 23. Nils Frahm – Le Trianon

Mars 02. Boy Harsher + Kontravoid – Badaboum 12. Yann Tiersen – Salle Pleyel 20. Oomph! – La Machine 22. Delia Derbyshire (diff.) + Lettera 22 + Evil Moisture + Caterina Barbieri + Drew McDowall : "Coil's Time Machines" (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 22. The Young Gods – La Maroquinerie 23. Pierre Boeswillwald (diff.) + Max Eilbacher + Andrea Belfi + Sarah Davachi + William Basinski & Lawrence English (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 24. Warren Burt (diff.) + Mats Erlandsson + Okkyung Lee + Low Jack + BJ Nielsen (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 29. Perturbator – Le Trianon 30. Marc Almond – Le Trianon

Avril 08. The Specials – La Cigale 10. Daughters – Point FMR 14. Arnaud Rebotini joue la BO de "120 Battements par minute" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 27. She Past Away – La Machine 27. Chloé : Lumières noires – Le 104

Mai 10/11. Dead Can Dance – Grand Rex 11. Christina Vantzou + Eiko Ishibashi + Jan Jelinek + NPVR (Nik Void & Peter Rehberg) – Le 104 12. Massimo Toniutti + François Bayle – Le 104 17. Philip Glass : Études pour piano – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie 18. Bruce Brubaker & Max Cooper : Glasstronica – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 31. François Bonnet + Knud Viktor + Jim O'Rourke + Florian Hecker (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio

Juin 01. Eryck Abecassis & Reinhold Friedl + Hilde Marie Holsen + Anthony Pateras + Lucy Railton (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 02. Bernard Parmegiani + Jean Schwarz (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 26. Magma – Salle Pierre-Boulez|Philharmonie

Juillet 11. Masada + Sylvie Courvoisier & Mark Feldman + Mary Halvorson quartet + Craig Taborn + Trigger + Erik Friedlander & Mike Nicolas + John Medeski trio + Nova quartet + Gyan Riley & Julian Lage + Brian Marsella trio + Ikue Mori + Kris Davis + Peter Evans + Asmodeus : John Zorn's Marathon Bagatelles – Salle Pleyel

Août 23>25. The Cure (fest. Rock en scène) – parc de Saint-Cloud

Septembre 13. Rammstein – La Défense Arena (Nanterre)

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