#otp: a hug is needed in room two

[earnmysong]

relationships | isobel/kyle

rating | g

chapters | 1/1

word count | 702

features | coping mechanisms, festivity

for | @goddesspharo

[*]

Instead, she finds Kyle on her front porch, decked out in a standard henley with rolled sleeves situation, his slightly elevated selection marking the shift in season – the cranberry fabric sports Merry Christmas, you old Building & Loan! looped in colored lights – and cradling a truly massive wooden crate.

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[earnmysong]

gif made/posted by @barnscourtney

thank you muchlyyyyyy for this utterly spectacular foray, darling! i couldn't have asked for a more magnificent friend to have in my pod squad! 🛸

physical affection? is/kyle OR phoenix/hangman [i know how much you love them] | 16 or 22

Since I sort of did Phoenix/Hangman one already, I went with Isobel/Kyle and because I have as much chill as Kyle Valenti does, it kind of snowballed.

fic: move it to the exits

"Are you dating my brother and don't even realize it?" Rosa laughs, not caring that Isobel is having an existential crisis in front of her. At least Liz has the decency to throw a pobrecita her way after breaking her brain.

Sometimes, Isobel feels compelled to show her appreciation for Kyle's commitment to intermittent fasting. If anything, she is providing positive reinforcement and that's never a bad thing.

(Or: the one where everyone thinks they know more about Isobel's love life than she does.)

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

a noble runs into MC and the nobody devil while they’re on a date and MC introduces them to each other when confronted…

didn’t mean to annoy you by being clumsy and sending 3 asks in a row. apologies🤦

It'a fine, pussy, my imbox is empty, so there's no tragedy in giving the same request multiple times. For my sake, I'll just name the demon Marian, but you can imagine anything else instead.

Whb nobles seeing MC with another devil

Zagan

He was just going on his morning jog when he spotted you and Marian

Everyone in Gehenna knows everyone else in Gehenna, so don't be surprised that they know eachother.

Zagan would be kind of shy when getting closer to you and nod at the two of you

"Oh, hi Zagan! This is Marian, my boyfriend."

His face doesn't change much but you can tell that the realisation struck him

He shakes Marian's hand and leaves.

You should be thankful it was him that found you two and not someone more... aggressive

Astaroth

He's stuck

On one hand, this is such an amazing love story plot.

The child of Solomon, the human that could have them all settles with a nobody.

They are everything and he's just Marian

The drama, the romance, the tragedy that could spur out of something like this

He's all for it

But on the other hand, really?

You have all the kings drooling after you, all the nobles lining up to make a carpet out of their bodies so you won't have to step on dirt, and you choose... Marian?

Humans trully are fascinating creatures

He doesn't say anything when he sees the two of you, just hiding behind a corner and observing. He's really invested now, be ready to find his newly published novel about a queen falling for a layman on your nightstand

Bimet

He audibly gasps

He is revolted, he is insulted, he is disgusted

How fucking dare you

He doesn't know who that demon is, nor does he care

He would power walk between you two and look only into your eyes.

"MC, I didn't think I would find you! Who's the accessory you have with you? What's his purpose and when will he expire?"

"That's my boyfriend Marian."

"Hahaha, you're soooo funny! You're already dating Mammon. Do you really need something as... insignificant as this devil?"

You start arguing with Bimet until he just picks Marian up and takes you to the royal quert.

When Mammon gives the verdict that you can date anyone you want, Bimet's entire attitute changes.

He congratulates you for finding such a handsome devil and wishes you both ferwell.

Glasylabolas

Oh ho ho ho, now this, this is interesting

He's gonna have the time of his life with this one

First, he takes pictures of you two on the date, holding hands, hugging, any physical contact works

Then he makes his presence known

He's a lot more cheerful than usual and he eggs both of you on.

He acts like you two being together was his OTP all along, talking about how you two are just made for eachother

"Oh, but MC, why haven't you told his majesty Leviathan about your blooming relationship with this young fella? Should I do the honorifics myself?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, he just summons his coffin and teleports to Leviathan's throne room to tell him the gossip.

Seeing you and your boyfriend hanging put a smile on his face

Next time, try not to get caught

Stolas

He just shoots the guy

No warning, no anything

He doesn't want to hear your complaints

A vermin was touching the child of Solomon in a romantic manner

Avisos' one law is to not steal someone else's partner

And you're clearly dating Beelzebub, so Stolas was just enforcing the law

You had to rush your boyfriend to Paradise Lost to get treatment, but Stolas won't apologise

You have to explain to him step by step that 1. You're not dating Beelzebub and 2. You chose to date Marian because you genuinly love him

It takes him a while to process, and he still has doupts, but he'll pay for the treatment of your boyfriend

Ronové

You don't see or hear him coming, you just feel his arms snake around your neck

He congratules you for getting a boyfriend and shakes the devils hand.

He's actually very chill about the whole ordeal, but he seems weirdly fascinated about the other demon's sex life

He really doesn't want the child of Solomon to get sexually frustrated

He would offer to show him how its done, but you slapped Ronové before you could finish

He just chuckles and hands the devil a business card

Before he leaves, he whispers in your ear "if he doesn't treat you well, chop his dick off. Or better, ask me to do it."

Andrealphus

At least it's not an angel

When Andrealphus walk closer to the two of you, your date starts shaking in fear

Andrealphus just smiles and hugs you since he hasn't seen you in a while (insert blind joke here)

He smiles at your date, which doesn't help make him look less intimidating

As long as that devil doesn't pose a threat to you, he's fine with letting you date whoever you want

Your date might faint after Andrealphus leaves, but you both are glad that nobody got murdered.

Buer

He's confused and a bit offended

I mean, Lucifer is right there

It kind of reminds him of that story Lucifer once told him about his younger self. How he fell in love with a human princess but the princess chose some random dude instead of him and he got depressed.

He doesn't want that to happen again so he probably would move you and your new sweetheart to different sides of the hospital

If you try to comfront him about it he's just like "You are under my care and he's under Marbas' care, there's no reason for him to be in the same wing as you"

He wants to break you two off, but not directly. So he just hopes that the physical distance between you and your boyfriend would make the relationship deteriorate by itself.

Would probably stop only if Lucifer tells him to knock it off

[pandorascripts]

heyyy :) can i request wednesday x reader where she sneaks into wednesdays room to sleepover and enid was sleeping in yokos room for the night and forgot smth and went back to their dorm and walks in on them making out?

fugly slut

summary: enid catches her OTP (who said they weren’t together) snogging. she’s pissed and had Mean Girls on her mind.

warnings: making out, wee bit spicy, swearing

paring: wednesday addams x reader

note: written quickly, proof read a bit, not sure if there’s any mistakes :^

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You watch as Enid’s retreating form bounces merrily off the walls. Wednesday had told you to come over tonight, it’d be safe seeing as her roommate was crashing with a friend. Most people would’ve told you that it’s a bad thing to go into a relationship and hiding it, but seeing as you and Wednesday are academic rivals, the two of you don’t want the school knowing. 

You tap on the door four times, letting Wednesday know it was safe, and a second later you’re dragged through. A rough yelp is muffled as Wednesday presses her lips against yours, her left hand fumbling to lock the door.

You hold her head with both hands, pressing her back into yourself. With the door now locked, Wednesday grabs your hips, hiking your shirt upwards. She doesn’t take it off, much to your dismay, instead she pushes you around and against a wall. 

“No one likes a tease, Wednesday,” you whisper, donning an uncontrollable smirk.

“You’ll get what you want in due time, no need to be greedy.”

You chuckle, although it doesn’t last long. With Wednesday’s lips now on your neck your laugh dies out, a shaky sigh taking place. Featherlight lips make their way down, pressing into the small portion of your shoulder that was exposed. 

Wednesday’s hands grab your shirt, lifting it up and off, before quickly attaching her lips to yours again. Your hands grab Wednesday’s jacket, wanting it off as well, but then the worst thing you could imagine happens. 

The door opens. 

Enid liked to say she loved people. She loved how no matter how moody or damaged they were, there was always an innocent soul underneath. No one was truly evil, no one truly wanted to hurt others, they had unfortunate incidents in their lives in which cause them to act accordingly. 

But as Enid walked into her dorm, after forgetting a blanket, and saw her two best friends, who had both assured Enid they despised each other, making out, she realized people were liars. They were crude, and pests, and no one deserved to be on this Earth. Liars suck, and a thought crossed her mind. That thought happened to be a line from Mean Girls.

“You are the nastiest skank bitch I’ve ever met!” she shouts, stomping over. “You two told me you weren’t screwing!”

Wednesday takes off her jacket, handing to you so you were at least decent for this conversation. 

“Enid —“

“No! I’ve been trying for months to get you two together, and you don’t even tell me when it happens? What am I, chopped liver?”

“We’re trying to keep it on the down low, Enid,” you speak up, looking charmingly disheveled.

Enid’s eyes flicker away from Wednesday’s settling on yours. “You told me you’d rather die than get with Wednesday.”

You shrug. “I’d rather die than do anything, really.”

“Not helping!” Wednesday whisper shouts, looking over to you. In a much more hushed tone, she says, “You look very attractive in my clothing. Look through my closet later.”

An angry grunt from Enid cuts off your reply, your smirk dropping as you stare at your socks. 

“I hate the both of you.”

“Enid, I’ll buy you that Squishmallow you’ve been begging for if you go back to Yoko’s.” Wednesday turns to you, out of sight from Enid, and winks. 

“Really?! OH-EM-GEE!” she squeals, rushing up to Wednesday as she hugs her. “I love you. Alls forgiven, be gay do crime!” 

With that, Enid leaves the room, waking all of Ophelia Hall with her screams.

You lean back against the wall, sighing. 

“Well.” You pout, night spoiled and one more person knowing your secret. 

Wednesday walks up to you, the devilish smile you love so much and the mischievous glint in her eyes back again.

“Well, the dog has left, and we’ve got this huge dorm to ourselves…”

Wednesday’s hand brushes against your arm as she rests it on your bicep. Her other hand holds your waist. 

“And you look so incredible in my clothes.”

You smile, leaning down into her face. Neither of you say anything, sharing hot breaths and mischievous smiles. With your lips practically against hers, you know damn well what she’s thinking. 

[hearted-anon]

Happy birthday, Chan.

Words: 1047 Note: them. binchan my otp but still. T/w: None

Chan's birthday party was nothing short of a mess, but not in a way where he was sobbing at the end of it, more of a chaotic mess that made him wear the most ear splitting grin on his face by the end of the day. Streamers filled the room the moment he had entered said room, Jisung holding a big American cheesecake proudly that wrote in cherry red frosting: "Happy birthday Hyung!" The action alone was enough to make his heart melt, but being wrapped up in a grand total of 14 arms made him burst into loud tears, profusely thanking each and every member for their contributions to completing his dreams.

Afterwards, he ended up practically drinking himself silly, red wine passed around so many times that even Changbin, who decided to sit out and watch over the group to ensure that no destruction of the dorms will ensue when all members were drunk, couldn't keep track of the amount of bottles that were dumped into the glass disposal bin anymore. Poor Binnie practically had to manhandle each member back to their rooms after midnight, wincing when a ferret whined obnoxiously loudly into his ear when he was picked up away from the bottles of wine and back to his room.

Now, it was only left to the parents of Stray Kids, Minho running a hand through the older's hair calmly while said older man was giggling himself crazy on the floor over seemingly nothing. The bunny had chosen to drink a lot less than normal, seeing how he had to rush Jisung to the toilet when he only drank energy drinks with Seungmin; he definitely suspects that mischievous vocalist had spiked his drink or something.

"You're drunk, hyung, go to bed." Minho ushers softly, rubbing Chan's cheek tenderly to soothe the post drunk brain of his leader. The Aussie beneath him sulked at the hear of being told to go to bed, petulantly crawling closer to the younger and wrapping his arms tightly like a vice around Minho, head laying on his lap with a dazed pout, almost as if he didn't even know he was doing so.

"N-Not as if you would care anyway..." Despite knowing that Chan was probably wedged in deep into the depths of red wine and his mind was probably not in the best state to be saying any truthful or any right words even, the sentence itself still pricked somewhere in Lee Know's soft heart, reopening a wound that he swore not to open for a while.

"I don't care? But what about the time I cooked for you so you could eat? What about the time that you cried, and I tried to comfort you?" Minho murmurs under his breath, and unexpectedly, the original panging feeling comes back tenfold, eyes widening when he saw tears beginning to drip down onto his shirt. He rushes to wipe them, but it was too late, being dragged down by Chan quietly. Without a word, the older engulfs him in a hug, a warm one. The same warm feeling during their predebut, the same tears that flowed down Minho's face during his elimination, the same position they were in: Standing up while facing each other.

"I know you care. Please don't cry..." Something in Lee Know wanted him to believe the words he was hearing, but he knew those were just drunk words that were falling from the older's mouth, ignoring the smell of red wine from his breath when the leader made poor but effort filled attempts to cheer up the bunny. Doing silly faces, giving him a million snuggles to his cheeks, cuddling, he did everything, even when the dancer knew his head was probably throbbing.

"I-I'm sorry for making you comfort me on your birthday..." Minho finally admits after a bout of long, cosy silence between the two, and now the younger was being snuggled up by the producer, fingers wrapped around his waist tenderly. His nose was buried into the brown hair beneath him, inhaling the scent of a mint shampoo while his fingers instinctively tugged on the fabric of Minho's shirt, just needing something to fiddle with.

"It's okay, after all, the best birthday gift I will ever receive is all of you. STAY who got me here today, family who helped me grow into a better person, seniors who taught me the rules around here, our members that brought me into a brighter light, and you. You're apart of them, and that alone is enough for good ol' Channie."

Yet again, Lee Know could already feel his eyes burn at Chan's words, snuggling his head deep into the Aussie's chest to try and hide his crying face. It was embarrassing, really, crying when he wasn't even the birthday boy to begin with, and being taken care of the birthday man himself! However, Chan didn't allow it, drunk or sober, he still loved his kids dearly not to take care of them. He lifted up the dancer's chin, patting his back soothingly while the other wiped away his tears firmly, that same bright dimpled smile adorning his face; the one that gave him strength to continue perusing his career here, and not to give up on his elimination.

"We're all here for each other, okay? I don't need expensive gifts or big actions, even this simple gathering was so heart touching to me, you really are the best people I could ask for in this life." Chan consoles, although the truth behind his words were as clear as black on white, making Minho smile too, along with him; his smile was just that contagious. Bringing the leader in closer for a hug, their limbs soon entangle each other in a warm cuddle, even if Chan's breath smelt so strong of wine Lee Know had to secretly get up a few times from their snuggle spot on the couch to take a breather, most times failing when a clingy, drunk Chris tugged him back onto the couch by the back of his shirt.

"Happy birthday Chan." Minho whispers before finally passing out on the couch with him, eyes lidding close under the twinkling stars that continued to shine down on the radiant path they were walking on.

I made this a fic because I couldn't stop thinking about them, and now exams are over, so I could make my ideas a reality at last instead of giving mini bits of tickletober! Happy birthday best leader Bangchan, hoping you'll get smothered with love and affection to show just how truly great you are.

[the-badger-mole]

OTP Prompt: Katara gets in a heated argument with someone. She begins threatening them, so Zuko picks her up and carries/drags her out of the room before anyone gets hurt. lol

“Scarfaced freak,” the boy muttered. Zuko froze, his shoulders coming up to his ears. From the corner of his eye, he could see Sokka turn to him, wide eyed and stunned.

“What did you just call him?” Katara’s voice was low and dangerous. That snapped Zuko and Sokka out of their shock. 

“He heard me,” the boy said. He smirked at Katara. “What? Did I insult your boyfriend?" 

“For it to be an insult, your opinion would need to matter,” she snapped. “But jerks like you need to be taught some manners.” She stepped towards him, arms moving up from her sides. Zuko gasped, and grabbed them from behind. He pulled her towards him, wrapping their arms together so that Katara was essentially hugging herself. 

“You can’t do that here,” he whispered to her. “You’ll blow our cover.” Katara gritted her teeth but stopped struggling. 

“At least you know how to keep your girl under control, Scarface,” the bully laughed.  Katara strained against Zuko’s hold again. 

“I’m just going to talk to him!” she insisted. 

“I’d get out of here,” Sokka warned the boy. “He’s holding her back for your safety. He won’t be able to keep it up forever.” The guy scoffed, but turned away, laughing as he walked down the street. Zuko loosened his grip on Katara, but didn’t dare let her go just yet. 

“That guy needs to be frozen to the bottom of a lake,” she muttered.

“What a creep,” Sokka agreed. Zuko just shrugged. 

“That’s not the worst thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he told them. “We should head back. We’ve drawn too much attention.” He finally released Katara, only for her to start towards the direction of the other boy. Zuko caught her wrist and stared at her incredulously. 

“I’m not going to draw attention,” she promised. “I just have some words for him.”

“You always have words,” Sokka complained. “I know that guy aggravated your sense of righteous indignation, but Zuko’s right. We don’t need the heat. Let it go.” Katara glared down the street. She could still just make out the back of the rude boy and she wished that she could earthbend, just for a few minutes. 

“Seriously, do you want me to carry you back?” Zuko huffed. Katara turned her attention from her thoughts and raised her eyebrows at Zuko. She opened her mouth to tell him off, but paused a moment. 

“You know what?” she said. “Yeah. I want you to carry me back.” Zuko balked. 

“I was kidding!”

“Yeah well, I’m not.” Katara folded her arms and smirked at Zuko challengingly. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“Fun!” Zuko snorted in disbelief. 

“For me,” Katara clarified. “It’ll be fun for me.” 

“Nope.” Zuko shook his head and he and Sokka started for the path leading back to the beach house. 

“I could always go find that guy,” Katara said offhandedly. “I wouldn’t have to let him see my face when I  freeze him to the side of a building.” Zuko looked back at her, eyes narrowed. 

“You’re bluffing.” He was sure of all the members of their group, she wouldn’t do anything so rash. 

“Am I?” She met Zuko’s eyes meaningfully. Zuko groaned and looked at Sokka. He threw his hands up as if to say ‘this is your problem’. Then with a sigh, Zuko looped his arms around Katara, one behind her shoulders and one behind her knees. 

“You two are the biggest dorks, I swear.” Sokka shook his head and rolled his eyes.

[arc-misadventures]

Horror Games

Jaune was a streamer, going by the name: Crescent Knight. And, today he was playing a relaxing game of, ‘Shadows of Doubt.’

Jaune: Okay… Fingerprints collected. Addresses collected. Any, and all information on the victim has been collected, and yet we have no clue who murdered this poor sod.

GoldenDragon: It was the butler!

RedReaper: No, it was the maid!

Jaune: I don’t think there is a maid, or a butler character in the game. You two.

GoldenDragon: I can dream, Harold!

Jaune: Hehe~! That you can. Ahh, my characters hungry. Lets see, what we should have today…?

TeaLotus: Noodles.

ThunderThighs: Pancakes!

Jaune: There are no pancakes, ThunderThighs, sorry.

ThunderThighs: WHAT?!!

ThunderThighs: This game sucks!

Jaune: Hehehe. What is with you, and your weird obsession with pancakes?

Jaune: Let’s see… 147th street…?!

A howling cry soon emanates form his speakers, causing, Jaune to look at the chat feed.

Jaune: Hey, thanks, GoddessofVictory for subscribing for…? (Whistles~!) Whoa… 14 months! Thank you! And, you sent me a message too…Let’s see… “Crescent, have you decided to do anymore collab streams with any other streamers soon?” Collab streams, eh? Well, Emerald Guardian, and I are planning on playing a few games later, but we need a few more people to play before we can do that. So… Maybe, hopefully soon.

ShadowNinja: Oh! Are you two going to be crossing swords soon~?

Jaune: Hilarious, Ninja, absolutely hilarious…

ShadowNinja: Let me enjoy my otp dammit!

AngelofSnow: We know you’re dating, let us enjoy this!

Jaune: Sheesh, can’t you guys get your own love life to be interested in. Not mine you sad, lonely people?

RedReaper: Ouch.

IceCreamShortstack: 🤣🤣🤣🤣

GoldenDragon: That hurts dude.

Jaune: Oh, we…

: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Lamb…?

TeaLotus: Did anyone else hear a scream?

CoffeeAddict: Was that Emerald Guardian?

BunbunBunny: Is she okay?

Jaune: Yeah, that was, Emerald Guardian, chat. She’s playing some sort of horror game.

Jaune: …

Jaune: I don’t think she’s winning…

CoffeeAddict: I don’t think so.

RedReaper: Sounds like she died during a jump scare.

Jaune: Yeah, probably. I don’t understand why she’s playing one of those game. She doesn’t watch horror films, because she can’t handle them, I don’t watch them because I’m bored by them. So, why is she playing those kind of games?!

GoldenDragon: Because it’s fun?

GoddesofVictory: People like to be scared.

Jaune: I know that, but…

(Click)

Jaune: Hmm?

Jaune swiveled in his chair, allow the chat to see the back of his chair as he addressed the new arrival in his room.

Jaune: Jessica? You okay?

ShadowNinja: Oh, are we going to have some juicy Emerald Knight moments!

IceCreamShortstack: 😘😘😘

AngelofSnow: Hell yeah!

Jaune: Do you need…? Hey, what are you… Ooph?!

ThunderThighs: Oohhh~! Sounds like something interesting is happening~!

GoddessofVictory: This should be good!

Jaune: Uhh… You okay?

Jessica: No…

Jaune: Did something scary happen?

Jessica: Yes…

Jaune: Okay… Do you want to stay here for a while then?

Jessica: Please?

Jaune: Stay as long as you want then. Now, lets get back to it.

Jaune swivelled in his chair so he was facing the camera again, and he showed himself sitting in his chair with his girlfriend, Jessica, the Emerald Guardian hugging him tightly, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she sat on him.

GoddessofVictory: OH MY GODS!!!

IceCreamLover: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ShadowNinja: YES! All my fantasies are coming true!!!

BunBunBunny: Oh that is so precious!

CoffeeAddict: That’s so fucking adorable!

KnightBat: Hey, has anyone seem, Emerald Knight?

SuperMan: She left her game after that last jump scare.

GoldenDragon: Look for yourself.

RedReaper: ❤️ This is so cute!!! ❤️

AmazonianQueen: OH MY GODS!!! She hugging him like a koala! That is so precious!

Jaune: Hehe~! Ladies, and gentlemen: The benefits of a small girlfriend.

Jaune smiled for the camera before giving his Smol girlfriend a kiss, causing the chat feed to explode with hearts, and happy comments.

Jaune: Alright then, where were we…? Ahh yes. Murder~!

[leslutdepointedulac]

For the OTP ask: Louis/Lestat - 10 Describe their first date (but like... the first one AFTER the Akasha stuff, either in Sonoma or Night Island)

Yay, okay! I feel like a first date post-Akasha would take a while to get to, Lestat's still so shaken up by everything that Louis doesn't want to scare him off by jumping into anything too quickly.

I feel like after they go and visit David in London, they go back to the Night Island, and maybe a night or two later is when they go on this date. Now I know that technically the flight to London could be classed as their first date after Akasha, but Louis was so stressed out with the whole David situation, and spent more time lecturing Lestat afterwards than anything else, that they decide not to count that and do it again but properly this time.

I think that Louis would be slightly afraid of Lestat hiding away again, so in an attempt to reconnect and stop him from retreating, he goes to Lestat and asks if he wants to take a walk.

They probably start off by just going around the Night Island and taking in the nightlife there, maybe going on the beach for a bit. Lestat buys Louis a new coat, like he thought about doing in London. Louis protests a bit, saying he doesn't need one and he's fine, but it's very half-hearted and he lets Lestat help him into it. He won't admit that he feels warmer for it, but whenever there's a slight sea breeze, Lestat notices how he hugs it tighter to himself. (It soon becomes Louis' favourite coat that he wears almost everytime he goes out. I also headcanon that the coat it mentions him wearing in TOTBT for like two seconds is that same coat.)

Anyway, after a walk around the Night Island, and Louis has his new coat, Lestat convinces him to go to the mainland. They go back to the villa and Lestat 'borrows' one of Armand's cars. When they get there, they take a walk for a bit and then Louis slips off to go hunting. Lestat totally just stalks him and watches him from a distance and most certainly gets turned on by watching him feed. He knows that Louis likes to have a moment to himself after hunting, so he goes off to hunt for himself in the meantime.

Then they meet up somewhere and Lestat drags Louis around Miami for a while, going into various places for the 'experience'. In more secluded areas, Lestat manages to hold Louis' hand without him pulling away, and steals a small kiss or two.

When it's a couple of hours or so before sunrise, they drive back to the Night Island and Lestat keeps one hand on Louis' thigh while he drives one handed. Louis does complain a little when Lestat goes just a bit too fast and tells him to at least have both hands on the wheel, but he shuts up and puts his hand over his when Lestat rubs his thigh.

Once they're back at the villa Lestat goes to retreat back to his own room, but Louis stops him and asks him to stay, just for the day. Lestat is a bit hesitant but ultimately he can't resist Louis' big wet eyes and stays after all.

[invisibleraven]

Imagine your OTP saying I love youto each other five times without the actual (romantic) meaning of it. + if one time they say it right

Peterpatterlina

Julie wasn't sure she was breathing as she waited for Mr. Brunner to return her math test. Calculus had never been her strongest subject, and this test was a big one-so she had reason to be nervous.

"Hey," Reggie whispered. "You'll do great, I just know it."

"If I do it's only because you tutored me," Julie replied.

Unlike Julie, Reggie excelled at math, so when he heard she needed help, he was happy to offer his services. It got him out of his house in the afternoons and neither of them mentioned how Ray slipped him a few bucks after each session.

The tests were handed back and Julie turned hers over with trembling fingers. Preparing to see a sea of red when she looked. But... as she looked it over, there was almost no red there. And a big fat 82% on the top.

"Oh my god!" she shrieked, turning and shoving it in Reggie's face. "Look!"

"Told you that you had this," he said with a smirk.

"Because of you," she replied. "Reggie I love you."

He grinned. "Love you too Jules. Now let's get to lunch. Your treat."

2. Luke stuck his tongue out of his mouth as he worked on his latest song. It was almost perfect, but the bridge was giving him trouble.

"Need a hand?" Julie asked from her spot besides him on the couch. They had both been absorbed in their own song, hanging out in her garage as they often did, not needing to talk, just swap songs when they needed to.

"Yeah, this bridge is killing me," Luke replied, handing over his notebook. "You?"

"Nah, I'm good," Julie replied, humming the tune to his song, making little notations along the margins regarding tempo, then came to the bridge part. She then started writing, scribbling madly and Luke had to sit back in awe as she made something work that had flummoxed him so badly. "How's that?"

Luke looked it over, and then a wide smile split his face. "Molina I love you and your beautiful brain."

She smiled back. "The feeling's mutual. Now let's see if we can fix the chorus."

"Wait, what's wrong with the chorus?"

3. Reggie slipped through his window, creeping around the house and then jumped on his bike, taking off towards Luke's house.

Sure it was late at night, but Luke barely ever slept, and honestly Reggie knew he wouldn't either if he stayed at his house. Not with his parents going at it like they were. Plus Luke had offered Reggie a place to go any time he needed.

Thankfully it was a short bike ride, and he quickly stashed his ride in the back yard, so as to not piss Mrs. P off. He knocked against Luke's window where there was still a light on, and Luke opened it up, giving him his infamous boyish grin.

"Hey Reg. Hop on in."

Reggie grinned, hoisting himself over the ledge, and threw off his leather jacket. "Thanks. The folks were re-enacting World War Two in the living room, I needed an out."

"I told you, any time," Luke replied, sitting himself back on his bed. "You wanna cuddle or the sleeping bag?"

"Cuddles please," he said, shucking off his jeans as Luke killed the light. Climbing in beside Luke, letting himself be pulled into those arms of his. "Thanks Lu. Love you."

"Sweet dreams Reg."

4. The applause was still ringing out as Julie and the Phantoms left the stage, the four of them beaming as they entered their green room.

"That was legendary!" Luke whooped as he launched himself back onto the couch.

"I can't believe we actually did that!" Reggie exclaimed, rubbing his face with a towel.

Alex was buried in Willie's arms but shot them all a pleased smile, even as it looked like he was ready to doze off then and there.

"Guys... we just played The Orpheum," Julie exhaled. "We could go real places from here."

"To the top boss!" Luke grinned, but then noticed Julie's watery eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"It's just... I wish my mom was here for this."

The boys immediately got up and gathered her in a hug. Giving her all the support they could, even if they could never replace her mom. Julie sniffled and hugged them back. "Love you guys so much."

"Love you too boss," Luke replied.

"Forever and always," Reggie echoed.

5. Julie fluffed her hair in the mirror, and applied another layer of lip gloss before exiting her room. "How do I look?"

Reggie gave an exaggerated whistle while Luke pretended to use an imaginary camera, causing Julie to blush as she waved them off. "Thanks guys."

"Where you going Jules?" Reggie asked.

"Hot date," she replied, packing up her purse. "Dinner and a movie, but felt like making an effort. I really like this guy."

Luke felt a churning in his gut at that, sharing a look with Reggie. They had both discovered they had feelings for Julie long ago, and each other. But they had decided to not butcher their friendship and the band, the would keep their feelings to themselves.

Now it was coming back to bite them.

"Alright, I'm gone. Don't wait up!" Julie called at the door. "Love ya!"

"Be safe!" Reggie called.

"Have fun!" Luke added.

The door closed behind her and the boys shared another look-the sentiment clear. Fuck.

+1. Luke and Reggie decided to wait up-they both knew neither of them would be able to sleep until Julie got home.

But of course, neither of them could stay focused on any one thing either. Songs were all full of longing and scratched out phrases about unrequited love. Books got rifled through and tossed aside. Games were distracted button mashes.

"How long has she been gone?" Luke asked.

Reggie glanced at the clock. "Hour tops."

"Fuck," Luke said, tossing his head back onto the couch. "We gotta tell her Reg."

"I know," he replied, thought it was a mere whisper. "I think we might be too late though."

"Too late for what?"

They turned and saw Julie standing in the doorway, make up streaked down her face, looking much less jubilant than she had when she left.

"Julie!" Luke exclaimed coming over to hug her. "What happened?"

Reggie rushed to give her a wipes so she could clean her face, embracing her as she trembled in their hold. "Do we need to kill this guy?"

"You'd have to get in line," Julie snorted. "He seemed so nice online and then he was an arrogant, racist jerk in real life so I kicked him in the balls before I left."

"Good on ya boss," Luke chuckled.

"You deserve so much better than that waste of space," Reggie added, directing them all to the couch.

Julie sighed, relaxing back into the cushions. "I know, but every guy I like is either a jerk, or into someone else or..."

"Or?" Luke asked.

"Or it's more than one person. Both of whom I love like crazy, neither of whom I can be with because it will ruin everything," Julie finished, though her words were muffled from where her face was buried in her hands.

"Julie..." Reggie started, looking at Luke who nodded at him. "Julie, you know that they love you back right?"

"And not as friends, not as a sister or bandmate," Luke added. "Head over heels, hearts on our sleeves, completely gaga in love with you."

"Really?" Julie asked, lifting her head, looking hopeful. "You never said-neither of you!"

"Well neither did you!" Reggie replied, then laughed. "We're all idiots."

"We wasted too much time hung up on what ifs and maybes and worries," Luke said.

"We have lots of time left," Julie replied. "I love you both, you both love me..."

"And each other," Reggie piped up. "So what do you want to do about it?"

"Turn on a movie and see where the night takes us?" Julie suggested.

"We can get a pizza, since I doubt you ate," Luke added.

"Sounds like a perfect first date," Julie replied.

From then on out, they knew that every time they said I love you, it meant in the way they had always hoped, even if Alex claimed they said it to excess some times. But they never got tired of saying it, hearing it, and most of all, feeling it.

And they had a lifetime to do just that.

[alj4890]

Perceive

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries One Shot

As requested by @hopelessromantic1352 with the prompt: "I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking.

A/N Not a part of any of my AU's for this otp, but still one I could see happening for them. For this prompt, Thomas and Amanda only casually know one another through their mutual friend, Ryan Summers.

Masterlist

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An exclusive resort in The Maldives...

Ryan Summers, Hollywood's most beloved leading man, was determined to get away for a month. He decided that not only would he leave all his stresses behind, but that those he was fond of should come along and make it an epic vacation.

He gathered his eclectic group of friends and persuaded them to all join him at a resort in The Maldives . He secured the rooms, booked activities, and even made an itinerary of spa reservations he personally selected for each one of his guests.

Now that he was on one of the tiny islands, he immediately began to relax. He looked over at his oldest friend and knew there was at least one in their group who needed to find a way to loosen up and enjoy things that weren't necessarily work.

Thomas Hunt did not want to go on vacation. He would have preferred to remain in his home or even in the studio, preparing for his next project. Unfortunately for him, Ryan was one of the few people in his life he couldn't refuse.

"I think we've finally reached paradise." Ryan removed his sunglasses so he could fully take in the beauty of the white sandy beach and turquoise water.

Thomas merely grunted in agreement.

"You're not impressed, are you?" Ryan asked.

"Of course I am." Thomas replied. "It's only that this is unnecessary."

"Unnecessary?" Ryan repeated in disbelief. "This is extremely necessary."

He placed his hand on Thomas's shoulder and gave him a slight shake.

"You are going to die of a heart attack if you don't find a way to relax every once in a while."

"I'm in perfect shape." Thomas argued. "I eat right, exercise, and--'"

"And when's the last time you took a vacation." Ryan countered. "I mean one, where you traveled somewhere not because you were scouting for possible locations to shoot your next film."

"I don't need vacations." His friend folded his arms. "I'm perfectly content with how I live my life."

"Uh huh." Ryan rolled his eyes. "At least try, for my sake, to enjoy this brief reprieve from your usual schedule."

Thomas watched him walk away to greet a few other people who'd newly arrived. He still didn't see why he had to be dragged along on this venture. He understood that Ryan might need a break from his hectic schedule. The man had been filming back to back movies for the past two years.

Thomas, on the other hand, relished having a packed schedule. Downtime meant the creativity had ceased to flow. He needed it to remain at its peak so that his films struck the audiences with the appropriate emotional gut punch he attempted to have in each one.

Now here he was in what was undeniably paradise with nothing to do.

Releasing a deep sigh, he decided to go see what his villa was like.

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"Room service."

Amanda, the Duchess of St Orella, looked towards her door in surprise. She hadn't ordered anything since she just arrived. She set aside the clothes she'd begun to unpack and went to see just what had been ordered.

"Ryan!" She hugged the man who stood in her doorway. "It's so good to see you again!"

He squeezed her, lifting her off her feet and causing her to giggle.

"How long has it been, Duchess?" He asked once he set her on her feet.

"Much too long." She replied. "Between your schedule and my own, I think the last time we saw it each other was at that charity gala in Madrid."

He winced. "That was over a year ago."

"I know." She smiled at him. "Some of us are too popular to visit friends."

"Trust me, I would happily spend a lot more time in Cordonia." He walked over to the sliding glass door, looking out at the beauty framed before them. "I intend on making some changes in my life."

"What kind?" She asked.

"The kind where I can sit back and enjoy life before I get too old to do so." Ryan replied, turning once more to face her. "In fact, I hope this vacation makes us all want to make those necessary changes."

"I'd like to." She admitted. "After Liam's whirlwind of a coronation and wedding, I could use a break."

"Good." He was relieved to hear her say that. After talking to Thomas, he'd begun to doubt that his friends truly knew they needed a reprieve from their lifestyles.

"I'll leave you to your unpacking." He smiled his megawatt, heart stopping smile at her. "And I expect to see you taking advantage of all the relaxing activities I have planned."

"Can't wait." She told him.

"Don't forget to meet everyone for dinner tonight." He reminded her on his way out.

"I won't." Amanda promised.

She shut her door and began to wonder just who else Ryan had invited along on this journey.

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An hour before dinner, Amanda changed into a sundress. She stepped out on her shared veranda with the the villa next door to admire their private infinity pool. Her breath caught at the site of the sun setting, making everything around seem almost magical.

She'd never really been into tropical destinations for vacations, but even she was moved by the sheer beauty of the place.

Her attention drifted over to the right when she heard the slight shooshing of a sliding glass door being opened.

A smile lit up her face when she saw who her neighbor would be for the next couple of weeks.

Thomas paused when he saw her. A hint of a smile curved his lips as he went to join the young woman he'd come to know through Ryan.

"Amanda." He greeted. "I see Ryan dragged you into this too."

She laughed while shaking his hand. "He is very difficult to say, no, to."

"Indeed he is." He slipped his hands in his pockets. Glancing about, he asked, "Are you here with Randolph?"

"We ended things about six months ago."

"Ah." He replied. "I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be." She smiled at him. "We both realized that though we are fond of each other, there simply wasn't any spark."

"I'm glad then that neither of you is left heartbroken." He leaned against the railing, keeping his gaze upon her.

"What about you?" Amanda asked. "Any new romances the gossip networks failed to mention?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "None. I've been far too busy to even think of dating."

"What a pity." She muttered.

His eyes narrowed somewhat, wondering what she meant by that.

She cocked her head towards her villa. "Want to walk with me? It's almost time to meet Ryan and everyone else for dinner."

"Of course." He fell into step beside. "We are neighbors, after all."

Amanda's smile grew at the thought. "I suppose that means we will be seeing a lot of each other these next few weeks."

Thomas cut his eyes towards her. "I suppose so."

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The next few days, the pair saw each other more than they anticipated.

In the mornings, Thomas took advantage of their private pool to do his daily laps. By the time he finished, Amanda was usually coming out to try and get a tan. It became a habit of Thomas drying off so he could help apply sunblock to her back.

They'd then sit side by side, lounging in the sun together, talking over whatever came to mind. Often they would sit in a companionable silence, simply enjoying the peaceful surroundings.

When lunch time came around, they'd either share room service or go to one of the resort's restaurants. When out, they would be joined by some of Ryan's friends or the actor himself. They'd then go change and enjoy one of the excursions Ryan had planned.

The times where they were invited to do different activities, apart from one another, they'd meet up for dinner.

Thomas found himself enjoying this trip more so than he'd first thought he would.

And then... Ryan's beach party happened.

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"Each time I think this place can't possibly become more beautiful, I see something like this." Amanda gestured to the small beach softly lit while dusk fell across the sky.

Ryan handed her a fruity cocktail and nodded as he gazed out at the picture perfect setting.

"This really is paradise." He said, smiling softly at her. "I'm glad to see we are all enjoying it."

"I know I am." She glanced over to where Thomas was talking to a few other people.

Ryan followed her gaze, his brow furrowed for a moment at the way she was looking at his oldest friend.

When Thomas looked over towards them, Amanda quickly averted her eyes.

Ryan was highly amused at this new development. Deciding to see if anything might be revealed, he cleared his throat.

"Now that you're single," he winked at her, "how about I start introducing you to some people I think you might like."

Amanda blushed somewhat. "Given you know mostly glamorous actors, I don't think I would be what they are looking for in a significant other."

"Of course you are!" He made a show of looking about to ask for someone else's opinion. "Thomas!"

Amanda stilled when he motioned for him to join them.

Thomas excused himself and came over. Cocking his eyebrow in question, he looked back and forth between the two.

"I need your opinion." Ryan began. "Now that Amanda's single, don't you think she's perfect for--"

"Stop!" She laughed nervously. "There's no need to ask anyone anything like that."

Her cheeks were burning with the thought of Thomas being put on the spot. Of course he'd say she was perfect for someone else. What else could he say with her standing right there? Pity and kind lies were the last things she wanted from him.

"Then you'll let me introduce you to some people once we return home?" Ryan prodded.

Amanda would have promised him her firstborn just to get out of this conversation.

"Yes." She began to inch away from the two men. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to find somewhere to sit down."

Thomas watched her leave, a bemused expression upon his face.

"What was that all about?"

"Just Amanda being her usual shy self." Ryan chuckled as he finished off his cocktail.

"Ah." Thomas replied.

He continued to study her as she sat down near a place lighted with lanterns and tiki torches.

"She's something, isn't she?" Ryan nudged him with his elbow.

Thomas slowly nodded. "She is very easy to be around."

"That she is." Ryan conceded. "But I think that there's something more to her than that."

Thomas returned his attention to the conversation. "What do you mean?"

"She's attractive." Ryan replied. "Though she doesn't see it, which makes her all the more endearing."

Thomas eyed him. "Is that why you invited her?"

"No." Ryan quickly replied. "I genuinely like her."

"Ah." It was all becoming clear to Thomas. "You're planning on asking her out."

Ryan's eyes widened. "What? No. At one time I thought we might make a good match, but too much time went by and we were too good of friends to chance dating." He shook his head. "I intend on finding her someone."

"Is that why you called me over?" Thomas grumbled, already feeling his rebellious nature rearing its head at the thought of being set up on a blind date of sorts. "You wanted me to be the one with her?"

"Not at all. The thought never crossed my mind of setting up the two of you." Ryan lied. "I simply wanted you to help me convince her that she could easily be a part of our world if she found someone from it she liked."

"Oh." Thomas didn't particularly like that notion either. The thought of her with someone else he knew did not sit well at all.

"Once she falls for whomever I find for her, she'll see that she's perfect within our society."

Ryan, quite pleased with himself, walked away to talk to others after seeing a fierce frown appear on Thomas's face.

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Amanda found herself drinking more than she normally would have in the hopes of erasing the fact that she suspected Ryan was talking to everyone about setting her up. She downed a few more fruity cocktails when she recalled that he most likely talked to Thomas about her.

Wincing over that notion, she waved a waiter over for another refill.

"Of all the men," she mumbled to herself, "he would tell that one."

She had no intention of ever falling for a man from Hollywood. She knew her jealous nature and her vast array of insecurities. The thought of seeing someone she was in love with share a passionate love scene with some gorgeous, couldn't be physically possible to look like that, actress would be the end of any peace of mind she possessed.

She knew what she could and could not handle and actors were a definite, no.

What about directors, her traitorous mind whispered.

Amanda lifted her eyes, searching the small crowd for the man she'd grown increasingly close.

She felt herself melt when she saw him illuminated by some torches.

He's so handsome.

Seeing him in various states of dress, from his swim trunks to his suits had done a number on her ability to try to be unmoved by how attractive he was.

She knew she was staring at him more and more as the days went by. The thing was, it wasn't because she thought him the sexiest man she'd ever had the good fortune to meet. She had somehow ended up falling for him.

She loved all the moments she had alone with him. His dry humor had the ability to make her laugh until tears came to her eyes. She adored hearing his deep voice talk about anything from the weather to a movie he thought she might enjoy. His calm nature, though somewhat jaded, meshed well with her own optimism.

She'd even caught him a time or two looking at her with a slight smile to his lips. He seemed to enjoy his time with her as much as she did hers with him.

Or is it because he can only handle these people in small doses, she wondered.

Whatever it was, she was losing her heart and couldn't think of how to make it stop.

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Thomas could tell she was staring at him again. Without being too obvious, he cut his eyes over to where she sat. He wasn't one to normally be pleased with drawing attention, yet something about having Amanda's was different.

He actually wanted her to notice him.

He enjoyed having her to himself this past week. And though he initially bucked at the thought of Ryan setting him up with her, he wouldn't mind testing the waters, especially since she seemed more than receptive. He only wanted to do so without any pressure from outside sources.

He watched her as she joined Ryan's group. Her smile seemed a touch strained but her laugh had the same rich sound he'd become used to.

Thomas's brow furrowed when he saw her squeeze Ryan's hand then leave, disappearing into the darkness.

Excusing himself once again from the group he was currently talking to, he pulled Ryan aside.

"Where did she go?" He whispered.

"Who?" Ryan purposely remained oblivious.

"Amanda." Thomas hissed.

"Oh." Ryan shrugged. "She went back to her villa."

"Why?" Thomas prodded. "Was something wrong?"

"I don't know." Ryan replied.

He took a few steps forward to only be yanked back.

"You don't know?" Thomas bit out. "How do you not know? You're one of the nosiest people I know to not have a career in journalism."

"She didn't say why she was leaving. I assumed she was tired." Ryan responded. "And since I assumed she was tired, I saw no reason to question her."

Thomas glared at him. The one time he wanted information on someone and his only source was absolutely useless.

"I'm going to make sure she's okay." He grumbled, walking away.

Ryan fought back a smile.

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"Just a minute!" Amanda yelled out.

She struggled out of her sundress. Once off, she straightened the strapless bikini she'd worn underneath it as she headed towards the door.

Without checking to see who it was, she opened it, stilling at the sight of the man in front of her.

Thomas froze. He'd never seen her before in a swimsuit like the one she was currently in.

"Um." He forced his eyes off her body. "I, I saw you leave and wanted to make certain you were all right."

"I am." She mumbled. "I had too much to drink and thought I should come back here to sober up."

He nodded. She didn't sound too tipsy. In fact, the way she spoke didn't reveal she'd had anything to drink.

"What were you going to do?" He asked, his gaze drifting along her curves.

"I was going to go for a swim to clear my head."

His eyes lifted to hers. Tilting his head in thought, he walked inside her villa, pausing until he was just a couple of feet away from her.

"Want some company?"

NO! Her mind screamed out. The last thing she needed in her current frame of mind was to see him half naked in the moonlight.

"I wouldn't mind yours." She replied instead.

His smile grew bigger. "I'll go change."

She slumped against a chair once he was gone.

"This is a bad idea." She muttered.

A few minutes later, she was cursing her luck. It wasn't like she hadn't seen Thomas in nothing but trunks before. She supposed what was different was that she knew she'd fallen for him and wished she could touch him the way her dreams allowed her to.

Thomas tossed a robe and towel on a lounge chair and dove into the water.

He came to the surface, smoothing his hair back.

"Come on in." He encouraged when she simply stood there staring at him. "The water feels warm."

She slid on the next to the last step and went under.

A slight tremble rushed through her that had nothing to do with being chilled.

She decided to use the steps instead of jumping into the water. She didn't trust herself enough to keep from drowning.

She resurfaced, gasping for air.

Thomas helped get her hair out of her eyes, then set his hands on her waist.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes." She coughed. "I'm fine."

The two bobbed in the water, simply looking at each other.

"You can, um, let me go. I'm not going to drown tonight." She tried to joke.

Thomas kept his arms around her. He'd thought her pretty, but something about tonight and seeing her in a bathing suit that revealed so much of her figure to perfection, made him make a few quick life changing decisions.

"I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking."

Amanda felt like she wanted to walk into the ocean and never stop until she sank beneath the waves.

He's seen me staring at him! Oh dear Lord. What must he think of me?!

"I'm so," she swallowed, trying to find the appropriate words for how embarrassed she felt, "mortified."

"If you'd kept looking," he added, ignoring that confession, "you would have seen me looking at you the same way."

Amanda's eyes flew to his face to see if he was messing with her.

He tugged her close to truly test what might be between them. "And now I wonder..."

Thomas pressed a tender kiss to her lips.

He could feel her stiffen in shock at first, then her arms wrapped around his neck.

The kiss deepened as the two moved even closer together.

Legs tangled while they embraced. Hands moved along the other as desire spiked through their veins. Thomas could feel her smiling against his lips.

He pulled back to look into her eyes. His own lips curved at the feelings of having her in his arms evoked.

"Perhaps I should wonder more often." He murmured.

She smiled, kissing him once more, and whispered.

"Perhaps you should."

[gaelic-symphony]

A Year in the Life: November

Twelve vignettes from the married life of Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss, written for the Year of the OTP writing challenge.

A week late because...*gestures vaguely at the state of everything*

Prompt: Be careful what you wish for. Also part of @imagining-in-the-margins' office party writing challenge.

Words: 794

Warnings: none

Read on AO3 or below the cut

            Emily looked at the calendar on the wall in the kitchen and noticed that Thanksgiving was only a few weeks away.

            “Hey, babe,” she called out to her wife in the other room, “Are we doing Thanksgiving with your family again this year?”

            “No, I don’t think so,” Tara replied without looking up from her newspaper, “My dad’s flying out to California to see Gabriel, and since Aunt Thelma moved into assisted living, she can’t really host us all anymore.”

            “Oh, okay,” Emily said, “Um, well, I guess now that my mom’s back in the country we could do Thanksgiving with her, but…”  Emily didn’t even need to finish that sentence; Tara knew that holidays with Elizabeth ranked pretty low on the list of Emily’s favorite things.

            “I thought we might just have a low-key dinner just the two of us,” Tara said, “You know, we’ve been working so hard lately, it might be nice to have some quiet time to ourselves.”

            “Yeah, that could be nice,” Emily nodded, but Tara could hear the disappointment in her voice.  She thought of how many holidays Emily had spent alone and felt a pang of guilt.

            Tara came from a large extended family, and even when her father’s military service took them abroad, they lived on military bases where the other Americans stationed overseas treated them like family.  She took for granted having a place to go for Thanksgiving or Christmas, because it was always a given.  Emily didn’t grow up like that.  She was an only child who spent too much time living abroad to become close with what little extended family she did have, and her mother’s work meant she moved around so often that she never got to build any strong community ties.  She didn’t have childhood memories of big Thanksgiving dinners, all the aunts and uncles and cousins gathered around a turkey, fighting over who got to break the wishbone.

            But they had a family now, the BAU family, and Emily didn’t need to spend her holidays alone anymore.  Matt and Kristy were more than happy to set two extra places at their Thanksgiving table, and Emily would get to spend the holiday in a house full of love and laughter and rambunctious kids.  On Thanksgiving Day, they arrived at the Simmons house bearing a pecan pie (Tara’s contribution to the meal) and a bottle of wine (Emily’s contribution).  No sooner had they stepped inside and shed their coats than the five Simmons children came running to the door to greet them.

            “Emily!” David cried, hurling himself against her with a forceful hug that nearly knocked her backwards.

            Tara felt a sticky little hand slip into hers, and she looked down to see Rose’s little face looking up at her expectantly.

            “Come see my turkey picture, Auntie Tara!” Rose said, pulling on Tara’s hand and leading her into the playroom.

            Matt’s mom had flown in from Michigan, and Kristy’s parents had come over early that morning to help with getting dinner ready and wrangling the children.  Her brother and sister-in-law came over that afternoon, bringing two more kids of their own.  When dinner was ready, they all sat down to a long table set for sixteen which was absolutely jam packed with serving dishes of turkey and a whole host of Thanksgiving sides.  It looked like it could feed an entire army.  There’s no way this all gets eaten, Emily thought, naïvely.

            This was unlike any Thanksgiving dinner Emily had ever been to before.  Tara had a big family, but Thanksgiving at Aunt Thelma’s was never this loud, this boisterous, this joyfully chaotic.  Dishes were passed around the table in never-ending cycles, and chatter seemed to come from every direction.  Occasionally someone would knock something over or drop something or spill something, and everyone would leap up from their chairs to clean up the mess.  Jake spilled gravy on Emily’s sleeve, but in all the commotion of the Thanksgiving table, she barely even noticed.  The whole evening was such a whirlwind of food and family and noise that she barely even noticed that they finished off the entire turkey.  No being sent home with a tote bag full of leftovers this time.

            When Tara and Emily finally got back to their quiet, empty house, Emily flopped down on the couch with a happy sigh.  Tara climbed onto the couch and curled up next to her.

            “Mmmm, quiet at last,” Emily said with a slight chuckle.

            “Those kids wore you out, huh?” Tara teased.

            “There’s so many of them!” Emily laughed.

            “You’re the one who wanted a big family Thanksgiving dinner…”

            “I know,” Emily said, “And I loved it.”

            “Good.”

            “But…maybe next year a low-key night to ourselves wouldn’t be so bad, either.”

[earnmysong]

#he'll be an extraordinary girl!dad

YOU KNOW I WANT MORE OF THAT UNIVERSE.

i do too, friend, i do too! the amount of times i've revisited no one plan, no one stand (to be free) is almost absurd. why is going from a nebulous glow of a notion to actual paragraphs so freaking difficult? the as-yet-nonexistent sequel would definitely be titled flick a finger [wait for the magic to do its thing] which, yes, breaks from the nostalgic titling tradition. such perfection cannot be passed up, though! do i have an inkling of what would happen? OF COURSE NOT, WHY WOULD I?

[smallidarityfan]

hiii i pinky promise i voted for smallidarity in the ship things both against bdubs and cleo (i had already done that) and against scarian (while looking through your blog just now) but i want to be anon so i cant prove it. anyways if it is okay instead of art i would like u to make a ship chart of whatever your favorite ships and relationship status headcanons are among the hermitcraft/empires/life series gang, like otp and divorced and qpr and whatever. no pressure to do this though i know its not exactly something you offered but given that you like smallidarity and scar/pearl i am very curious what else you like

Thank you for asking!!! i shouldve done this with or without need to rig the trafficshipping polls, so thanks for insigating me to make it anyways!!! :D

I'll try summarize the preferences I have that I feel dont make much sense?

shipping rant belooww....

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Firstly I can't really describe well why I like Pearl x Scar, but I'll try:

Life series

Scar POV about Pearl: 'Caring motherly and honest person who's smile lights up the room is just the person who I need in my life full of people I can't trust. Oh, she's traumatized? for losing all the people she loves and as a result developed abandonment issues? .... oh..... oh she just like me fr.'

Pearl POV about Scar: 'this guy is kinda wacko tbh but... now I know what he goes through, and I want to be there for him. We're in this together or some shi i guess. and his abs are kinda hot. wait who said that'

(to quote the part in Secret Life where Scar talks about not trusting alliances and Pearl saying "you're growing on me, Scar.")

Hermitcraft

Scar POV about Pearl: 'This lady creates the most gorgeous landscapes..... ohh now she wants to fix my unhealthy chest monster habits.... and she also helps me out when I need it even if i give her minimum wage..... and she also has a cute smile. wait who said that'

Pearl POV about Scar: 'Silly goof :3 also why doesn't he take care of himself well? Anyways, cleaning lady time'

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I could talk about Zedango and XBralis but basically they call each other pet names and roleplay gay people just like Smallidarity but with no instance of the "doomed narrative" or "slow-burn in denial" that they have. Otherwise, Ethubs is self-explanatory.

Speaking of doomed narrative, i dont think ive heard much talk about how doomed scott x pearl is..... They were in a trio group in last-life with Cleo, fought in an honourable 4-way battle with treebark, Scott won, they're now soulmates through unpleasant means, Scott leaves with Cleo, leaving Pearl alone and hurt, they had to work with each other despite the saltiness and eventually resulted in Scott sacrificing himself in honour, for her to win. The bitterness lasted in Lim!Life with the enchanting table shtick, then in Secret Life with the whole "We have unfinished business from Double Life, Scott!!!" from Pearl. (you could also count the doggy alliance with Cleo ig)

Do you see it?!! Do you see it?!?!?!?!?!?!

I could also write about Scottyn but it's relatively the same concept of how Scott prioritizes honour against the watchers' encouragement of chaos, and Martyn listener lore ykyk. (also in Lim!Life with Martyn betraying honour, opposite of Scott yk?!)

Now to Scarian........ I love desert duo a lot. They are in fact my favourite duo overall, I just— can't picture them in a relationship? Like yeah, they tick all the marks of a great narrative pairing and they also love each other, but I personally don't think they two are the type to whisper softly 'i love you' in bed to each other with eyes of passion and romance, nor the types to get flustered over romantic gestures by the other. They are, however, each other's comfort character and would hug and cheek-kiss each other just to be a little silly. I do see the appeal of Scarian though! just not with the version of the two that's in my head...!

Joe x Cleo are cute. They just give me the QPR vibes yk. (even though i might not fully get what a QPR means)

Now to disliking Mumdoc.... I only know of their dynamic through HC8 and 9.... and I really only ever got sour vibes from their dynamic....... they then kissing just irks me ig...... (but yk ive only watched a summative 50 episodes from each of them so i dont know the full idea of who they are to each other)

Honorable mention to Stresskall who doesn't receive the attention they deserve... they're so cute.........

Otherwise, yeah that's it !!! the others I mostly dont get, but are all valid nonetheless👍👍

[hobiebrownsluver]

ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧

inspired by: @urfriendlywriter 's 25 small but comforting gestures for your otp, prompt 18 !!

note: it's been a minute since i've actually done a oneshot so if my writing is a bit off that's why :,> also heavy spoilers for my story diaries of a burnt out highschooler, like this probably alr takes place when akemi finishes college or something 😭 so if u come from that fic in the future, be warned !! pls also be noted that none of these images are mine and belong to their respective owner <3

warnings: intentional lower case, not proofread that much :,> but other than that there's none, but pls tell me if there are some i should add :D

"'KEMI, PLEASE TURN IT OFF..." kyomi's muffled voice was heard by akemi who was at the left side of the bed, already rubbing her eyes while groaning, still tired.

"five more minutes..." akemi slurred as her head tossed and turn, which earned a groan on kyomi's part.

"but i don't think i can take that ringing noise for another five minutes, love... pleaseeee..." kyomi was practically begging at this rate which made akemi tiredly repeat "fine, fine..", flipping her phone up as she pressed the "dismiss" button lazily, continuing to sit up this time, however her eyes still weary.

"happy?" "mhm...." akemi sighed as she watched kyomi yawn and toss herself to her left where akemi was at, cuddling up against her waist.

"come back to bed.." kyomi whispered which made akemi giggle.

"i'm already in bed, dear."

"then lie down."

"you know i can't, i need to get breakfast ready." akemi giggled once again and ruffled kyomi's hair which made kyomi pout, eyes still closed.

"okay..." kyomi pouted, slowly letting go of akemi as she looked up at her with tired but disappointed eyes.

"we'll have breakfast in bed, alright dear? how does that sound?" akemi spoke softly, trying to find a middle ground between the two of them, with kyomi complying more willingly this time, causing akemi to chuckle in satisfaction in contentment.

"i'll be back." akemi reassured while putting on her slippers, giving kyomi a final, soft kiss on her temple.

once akemi left the room, she proceeded with her usual routine, opening the curtains, with the morning light leaping onto akemi's skin as she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment from the amount of sunlight.

soon, the familiar smell of akemi's cooking was noticed by kyomi who was still in bed, slowly but surely opening her eyes once again, turning to her right to see the door opened and akemi in the kitchen, begrudgingly looking for her slippers which were under the bed.

at the sound of their bedroom door opening slightly more, akemi looked behind her to find her girlfriend with absoloutely dissheveled hair, pillow still in tact while yawning.

"looks like someone got excited for breakfast. Not taking a fancy with breakfast in bed anymore, dear?" akemi chuckled, continuing to stare at kyomi.

"don't look at me like that.." kyomi complained, rubbing her eye, self-aware of how messy she looked right now, which earned an amused chuckle by akemi.

"ah.. you must have been so engrossed in that pillow the whole night weren't you, love?" akemi continued to chuckle softly as she felt kyomi hugging her from behind, burying her face in akemi's neck while she was cooking, feeling the pillow in between them.

"it's fine, love.. you still look adorable as always.." akemi reassured her, running her hand through kyomi's messy hair, untangling the knots while humming, making kyomi show her face more.

"really...?"

"you aren't one of japan's best models for nothing, dear." akemi softly said as she planted a soft kiss on kyomi's forehead, then eyelid which caused kyomi to giggle before humming while staring at akemi's lips, akemi knowing well what she was trying to hint at, kissing her affectionately, kyomi hugging her tighter, both of them laughing softly at each other once they broke it.

and akemi was most likely one of the luckiest women in japan. . . ♡

this is so short... 😭 (still proud tho 💪)

i'll probably be writing more oneshots abt my character soon when i have the motivation, i'll try to be more organized when it comes to oneshots cause i didn't even introduce these two yet dkebsksvk

tysm if you liked this oneshot !! i hope i can continue to make these stuff in the future for not only my enjoyment but also others !! <3, and u are free to critic my writing (kindly if u hopefully can) so i can improve !! andd that's all for today !! see u whenever i post my next oc related stuff 🫶

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

requested by @onedirectionlovers2014

request from @firstclassthot:

Otp prompt #59

Imagine person A and B going shopping together, whether it’s holiday shopping, plants, clothes, grocery shopping, whatever best suits them.

Do they bicker about what to buy? Make stupid jokes about things they see? Talk way to loud and gain stares from those around them?

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers

warnings: swearing

AN: Reader is short in this. And the two are newly married. Sorry it’s long.

I had my arm linked through Dan's as we walked through the mall. His other hand was on top of mine, subtly playing with the ring that sat on my finger. I had my hand on top of his, doing the same.

"So where are we headed again?" Dan asked as we stopped in front of a store to look in the window before moving on.

"Bed, bath and beyond." I responded. Dan nodded slowly. "We need sheets, towels, plates, and a few other things. We can get them all there. For a relatively cheaper price."

"You know money isn't really a problem right? I say I'm broke but that's just to get out of things." Dan said softly. I nodded.

"I know. It's just..." I sighed and looked up at him. "First off I don't want people knowing that. Second, it's what every newly wed couple does. Buy the cheap stuff and then later on gets the good stuff." Dan chuckled as we entered the store.

"Alright." He agreed. Taking in the store, he let out a puff of air. "So where to first?" I pulled away from him to grab a cart, missing the quiet whine that he let out. I pushed the cart over to him and smiled as he pushed me out of the way to take over.

"Plates?" I asked. Dan shrugged and looked over the store again. He pointed in the direction of the kitchenware.

"How about we start over there and work our way back around?" I nodded. "This way we can grab everything we need in each department."

"Sounds good." I wrapped my arm around Dan's again as he headed in the direction he had pointed. "We can get appliances later I think." Dan nodded.

"I think Harry or your parents bought us some anyway. So we don't need to get that stuff right now. We can see what we got and then come back if we need to." Dan agreed. We went up and down the aisles, grabbing things we were pretty sure we needed and weren't gifted. Dan and I looked at each other as we found the plates. "This is a lot of options." I nodded.

"Should we just get the plainest set here and then get fancy ones later?" I asked. Dan shrugged.

"Honestly?" He asked. I nodded, a worried look on my face. "I say we get the most basic, cheapest set here. It's just us. Not like Harry or Christine will make fun of us for it if they come over for dinner." Walking down the aisle, I found a set. I picked up the display plate and showed Dan.

"Most basic they have." I said as he joined me. "But..." I trailed off as I put the plate back.

"But what?" Dan asked. I pointed above my head at the box.

"I can't reach it." I laughed lightly. Dan laughed as he stepped up and pulled it off the shelf. Carefully putting it in the cart, Dan turned back to me and hugged me. "Thank you." I whispered. He pressed a kiss to my head before grabbing the cart again.

"Is that the only reason you married me? My height?" I laughed as I wrapped my arm around his again.

"Not the only reason." I teased. "But it sure is a bonus." Dan laughed before turning to kiss my temple. "Next is bedding I think." Dan pushed the cart down the next couple of aisles before we got to the sheets and blankets. I immediately went to the throw blankets before looking back at Dan. "Did you...uh...have a preference?" I asked. Dan shook his head.

"You've seen my room." He said as he looked over the comforters. "Grey sheets. Black comforter. Two pillows." He waved a hand at the wall of comforter sets. "I have no idea what I'm doing here. Go ham." He laughed at the smile I gave him. Picking up two throw blankets in different colors, I tossed them to him. Dan put them in the cart and turned back to the wall of comforters. I grabbed four pillows and put them in the cart.

"Get whatever color you want." I called over. "We have a queen sized bed so anything will do honestly." I turned to look at the options for sheets. I rubbed the back of my neck as I looked at the patterns they had.

“you alright?” Dan asked as he came over to hug me. I nodded absently and waved a hand at the wall. “Oh I see. Too many options.” I nodded.

“well I got a (Y/F/C) comforter and a black one. Figured we could switch them out occasionally.” Dan mumbled. “So…” he trailed off before reaching above my head to get a striped set. “This one? both colors in one?” I nodded and he passed them to me. “How many do we need?” He turned to look at me.

“well growing up I always had four or five.” I muttered. Dan nodded.

“I always had three.” He said. “So four?” I nodded. “How about I pick one more and you pick two? Whichever ones we want.”

“sounds good.” I agreed. I grabbed a set with stars on them and added them to the cart. Sighing, I put my hand on dans back. “Dan?” He hummed as he turned to put his grey set in the cart. “See that checkered set?” Dan nodded.

“I got it sweetheart.” He kissed my cheek before grabbing it. Dan tossed it in the cart before pushing to our next stop. “Towels?” He asked as we passed by. I nodded.

“We need four so get whatever color. We need two big ones, a hand towel and a bath mat in each color.” I listed off. Dan nodded and ducked into the aisle to grab the towels. He came back with a mini tower and at me from around it. I laughed at Dan as he made a face and dumped them in the cart. “I think that’s it.” I said as I consulted the list on my pocket.

“let’s double check we have everything.” Dan said as he pulled the cart over to the side. “Four sets of towels. Including big ones, hand towels and bath mats.” Dan moved them to the side before pulling out the sheets. “Four sets of sheets. Two comforters. Four pillows.” I picked up the throw blankets.

“two throws.” Dan furrowed his eyebrows. “what?”

“why do we need two?” He asked.

“one for you. One for me. For when we’re watching tv or something.” I said. Dan nodded slowly. “What?”

“we can’t share?” He asked softly. “We need separate blankets?” Dan looked from the throws to me. I blinked at him before smiling. “What?”

“you’re cute you know that?” I put my hands on his chest and tugged him down to kiss him. Dan hummed in confusion.

“I don’t get it.” He mumbled. I kissed him again before letting him up.

“we can share.” I whispered. “One is for the couch and one is for the bed. In case it gets cold.” Dan nodded slowly.

“oh.” He turned and put everything back in the cart. “Wait. You said that just to get me didn’t you.” Dan looked at me as I smiled and nodded. “Dammit. For fucks sake (y/n).” Dan chuckled. I moved to hug him and Dan rolled his eyes. “You’re lucky I love you.” I nodded as I laid my head on his chest.

“I know. And I love you too.” I whispered. Dan shook his head before kissing my head. “Let’s go check out.” I pulled away and Dan kissed me before letting me pull away completely.

“let’s check out.” He agreed before pushing the cart to the check out counter.

[coffee-at-annies]

For the ask meme N E M O :)))

Have been working on this but have been busy/distracted/adhd so sorry about that.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

I already answered this here but let’s see if I can find some hrpf things.

I mentioned more love for minor players and I wish that fed over into fic/content creation side of things. Hrpf is really boom or bust. Ao3 is either tons of content or any fic is a miracle. I feel like most teams have one or two big players or ships and everything else is rarepairs.

More switching in the pairings/smut. I love top!Sid and Dom!Sid but I just don’t see it often. Fandom(s) in general don’t switch often but idk variety is the spice of life

This is a dumb thing but I miss team poly and locker room smut fics. There’s a bunch of fics that basically run on the thought that everyone is a little bit poly and they’re all kissing each other (or more 😳) in the locker room. It gets in the way of otps but I loved the everyone loves each other a little bit (or a lot). Also locker room gang bangs are hot.

Bonus: Ned and Jars made heart eyes at each other earlier and reminded me that I’m deeply in love with goalie nesting and I always want more nesting fic. Like half the plot bunnies I’m not writing are nesting fic because it makes me happy to rotate the general idea of it.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

I think I’m the meme mutual this season. Onefear.jpeg is probably my claim to fame but the only when it’s funny and the shutty memes have also gotten a bunch more notes than I was ever expecting them to. Today I got to post Ned.neat again which was nice.

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Idk if I want to be friends with any of the boys cause that feels like a weird breach of the 4th wall but I want a hug from PO. Like that’s it. I also want a signed puck from Jars but I really want that PO hug I think it would make me cry and also fix me. Back to the original question, I think Rusty would be a good friend just based on vibes and what little I know about him and ZAR and the like.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

I put Spotify on shuffle and got Like You Mean It by the California Honeydrops

“If you want it, go out and get. If you love it, hold on to it. Now don’t you keep it, just cause you think you need it now. But if you do it, do it like you mean it. Like you mean it.”

Look this is just Sid. Sid going out and getting what he wants. Hockey, cups, geno (and flower and tanger and ek). If he wants it, it’s worth working towards and doing it like he means it.