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[hellishjoel]

winter sun

547 words / pairing: joel miller x f!reader

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word: cozy

warnings/information: fluff, established marriage, allusions to smut

a/n: I'm from the midwest and it is so cold outside, I didn't want to leave my bed - so I pictured joel not wanting to leave it either. my banners are by @saradika-graphics. shoutout to @berryispunk and @lady-bess for putting this together on @fanfictionoverload!

The warm morning sun filters through his semi-sheer curtains, the fabric sun-bleached and faded. 

In the depth of winter, corners of the house that the heat bustling through the old vents can’t reach are left cold, determined to hold onto winter’s bite. But you can’t feel it under the thick comforter, your body naturally searching for your husband with roaming hands. 

Rolling away from the window, you’re determined to grip onto the trail of sleepiness still in your grasp. Your arm slowly wraps around his wide body, fingers threading through the thick and coarse hair speckled from below his belly button to his flannel pajama pants. 

Joel lets out a long sigh, his large hand reaching back and hooking around the back of your thigh. It’s small, but it’s his way of saying good morning, baby. I’m awake with you. 

“You’re warm,” his sleep-cloaked voice mutters against his pillow. 

You’re only awake enough to offer him a hum of agreement, resting your forehead against the freckled skin of his broad back. 

Just as you teeter on the edge of sleep, Joel shifts in your embrace, rolling you onto your back with an effortless motion. The way your bodies align feels seamless, as though it's the natural rhythm of two souls bound by a love that’s only grown deep over time.

“Could stay here forever,” Joel mutters, his soft lips already sponging whisker-tickling kisses along your jawline. “Feel so perfect under me. Always.”

A needy sigh escapes you, frustration mingling with desire at how easily he draws you in, even in the early morning hours. Joel nestles between your thighs, your legs hooking instinctively around his hips.

Your fingers comb through the thick beard he sports only for winter, all salt and pepper and perfectly rough between your legs when he spoils you with his tongue. 

The day, however, is already pressing against the edges of your mind, bringing responsibilities with it. “I need to grab some groceries,” you murmur as his lips claim the curve of your neck, taking and taking without hesitation. “And do you still want lasagna tonight?”

Joel mutters something noncommittal, your hand palming his eager hard-on as he nudges your thighs farther apart with his own body. 

Even now, you can’t seem to let go of the to-do list swirling in your head. “And the dog needs a bath,” you say, your voice softer but insistent.

Joel lets out a low chuckle, the warmth of it vibrating through you. “Jesus Christ, woman,” he says, his voice tinged with amusement and affection. His smile lines deepen as he shakes his head. “The food, the laundry, even the damn dog—just let me take care of you.” 

He reaches for his wristwatch on the side table, his brow furrowing as he squints at the time. The precious moments with you, sated and nestled in his bed, are slipping away far too quickly. “I want you in this bed nice and cozy, got it?” 

You smile nice and wide, giving him a confirmed nod. “Yes, sir.” 

“That’s my girl,” Joel mutters, the words filled with pride as he presses a kiss to your lips. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he disappears beneath the comforter, determined to spoil you in a way only he can.

[berryispunk]

Tidal wave

pairing: Frankie Morales x f! reader

summary : Frankie the king strikes again, that's all. That's the plot.

warnings: explicit ! 18+ , established relationship, some dirty talk, oral (f receiving), Spanish nicknames (hermosa), big fat PWP, kinda public kinda not, no physical description of reader, puppy eyed Frankie. no use of y/n

notes: This is my entry for the first day of summer over at @fanfictionoverload. I joked with @lady-bess that summer will be the horniest month of them all so we're starting off strong. unbeta'd

word count: 540 words

“Frankie ! No“! you protest, but it’s only half serious as your boyfriend gently pushes you onto the backseat of his old Ford Bronco. 

“Hermosa, c’mon… I’ll be quick, I promise. Nobody will even notice we’re gone”, he grins cockily as he already hovers over you.

His eyes. 

His brown puppy eyes are always lethal as he gently nudges your legs apart with his broad shoulders to make room for himself between them while holding your gaze.

You watch him through already half lidded eyes as he pushes your slip down your legs and puts it into the back pocket of his jeans. You try to make a mental note that he can’t keep this one. You’re running out of pretty underwear. 

His movements are smooth and purposeful as he kisses the subtle flesh of your inner thighs all the way up to his destination. 

The heat is pooling in your lower belly the moment his stubbled chin touches your sensitive skin.

Frankie doesn’t waste any time as he lazily kisses your mound before his tongue darts out to taste you fully. 

In a reflex you reach for his hair only to recognize that you can't, because of this damn baseball cap so you snap it off and finally pull at his soft locks. 

He chuckles deeply against your folds and you feel the vibration of it in your whole body. 

Frankie Morales is no ordinary man. Not in a single way.

Not in the way he thrives in your pleasure, 

not in the way he treats you

and also not in the way he makes you feel.

The butterflies in your stomach are still doing somersaults every time he kisses you.

And you’re certain his filthy mouth and skilled tongue will be the end of you sooner or later.

“Hermosa, you’re soaking…”, he praises you and you arche under him.

You know you’re close as the knot tightens and you pull harder at his hair which causes him to double his efforts. 

“Frankie, f-fuck…” you mewl so needy and desperate it’s almost disgusting.

As his two digits sink into you, curling and reaching exactly the spot that turns you into mush instantly it feels like floating as you seek your orgasm. 

Your thighs closing involuntarily only stopped by his head still between your legs. 

He hums appreciatively against your clenching and leaking cunt, followed by a wide grin before he kisses your inner thighs and caresses your outer ones with his thumbs.

You can’t form any words, your mind clouded with the intensity of your release washing  over you like a tidal wave.

As he comes back up he nuzzles his nose against your neck before placing a soft kiss there. 

“Thank you”, you’re finally able to murmur hazily. 

“You’re welcome, baby”, he breathes against your neck which causes you to shiver. 

In a swift motion you’re changing position in the narrow space of the car so you’re on top now.

“What are you doing?”, he asks with big round eyes on you. 

“Returning the favor”, you purr as you start sucking at the sensitive spot behind his ear to which he responds by grabbing your hips. 

“You don’t have to–”

“I know,but I want to,” you whisper as you start opening his jeans with a sultry smile.

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Seasons of Life - Cozy

11th Doctor x GN!Reader General/ Teen Rated Words: 316 Tags: 11th Doctor, Doctor Who fanfiction, writing challenge, cabin, cozy cabin

For day 3 of the @fanfictionoverload Seasons of Life Challenge!

“Come on, we’re nearly there!” he shouted over his shoulder. You were sure that you hadn’t actually been walking for all that long, but in the chill wind and flurries of snow it sure felt like you’d been at it for hours. You were starting to regret not insisting on you being the one to wear his ridiculously long scarf. 

But, for your Doctor, it seemed like you were willing to walk to the ends of the universe for him if he so asked. Even if you were cold doing so. 

“And you promise this will be worth it?” you said, your voice battling against the whirling wind that swept past you both, with it carrying fragments of snow from the hillside. 

“Cross both my hearts!” he said, motioning with his fingers over his chest in a crossing motion. You giggled as he fell back in his steps to be alongside you now, one arm instinctively wrapping itself around your waist. 

There was always a comfort to the Doctor’s presence whenever he opted to be physically affectionate. It didn’t happen all that often, but the smallest of touches were never missed by you. Secretly you yearned for them to happen more, but that often felt like a distant dream. 

As the two of you continued to wade through ankle deep snow, a small cabin came into view over the brow of the hill. You turned to the Doctor and saw a smile spread out across his face as the cabin became clearer, and the arm that was still wrapped around your back steered your tracks in its direction. 

“Is that where we’re headed then?” you asked, and he nodded. 

“Yeah! Can’t come to a planet that’s entirely covered in snow and not expect me to go all out with the cozy cabin aesthetic!” he exclaimed, and together you headed down the hill towards the wooden building. 

Next Work (Fireplace) ->

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Seasons of Life Challenge - Masterlist

A series of prompt fills for the 28 day one word prompt challenge. Each fic is under 500 words!

Winter

Day 1: Snow - Dieter Bravo | Day 2: Scarf - Dave York | Day 3: Cozy - Logan Howlett | Day 4: Fireplace - Jack Daniels | Day 5: Hot Chocolate - Joel Miller | Day 6: Freezing - Dave York | Day 7: Marshmallow - Frankie Morales

Spring

Day 1: Blossom - Marcus Pike | Day 2: Spring Cleaning - Javier Peña, Dieter Bravo | Day 3: Footpath - Marcus Pike | Day 4: Rain - Javier Peña | Day 5: Book | Day 6: Joy - Frankie Morales | Day 7: Cake - Joel Miller

Summer

Day 1: Tidalwave | Day 2: Camping | Day 3: Lake | Day 4: Ice Cream | Day 5: Heat | Day 6: Heavenly | Day 7: Aviators

Fall

Day 1: Leaves | Day 2: Puddle | Day 3: Rain Boots/ Wellingtons | Day 4: Pie | Day 5: Blanket | Day 6: Melancholy | Day 7: Pumpkin

[jessthebaker]

Oh my god, oh my goodness, oh all my goddesses, this is so so wonderful Adira. You are the queen.

Reading your intro, I only expected one little excerpt of 200-300 words, sticking to the prompt, maybe a little longer if you got inspired? But the excerpts JUST KEPT GOING. SEVEN journal entries from this man?! This is such a treat. You are such a treat. I love it. Giving us such delicious insights and nuances of his character and how he sees Preciosa, and how he sees himself as well.

Love!! C’mere so i can give you your flowers. ♥️♥️

Patricio Keeps a Journal, Pt. 1: Winter

Good. Things. Take. Time. is a series that grew out of prompts–the whisper of a character, the asks of readers. And now, to get myself back into PATS’s head, the prompts are coming from @fanfticionoverload’s Seasons of Life challenge.

What you’re about to read are some excerpts from Patricio’s journal. Heads up they probably won't make much sense if you haven't read the ongoing series.

Each excerpt is just that–snippets that pertain to the story, taken from his presumed wider journal, each notated where it lands in the series and follows the chronology of the series.

The rules of the challenge ask for 250 words per prompt. I thought it would be a little less forced if I didn’t worry so much about that, so some may fall short of that number. And I’ll say that these aren’t heavily edited nor are they anything other than basic reactions, precisely because I wanted them to feel like the unfiltered thoughts one writes in a journal.

Let’s say that it was Shell’s orders for him to keep a journal in the first place. If his practice is his way of dealing with his demons, if he’s not going to go to traditional therapy, then “the least you can do is just offload before bed, and not the kind of offloading you do with your dick. I’m not gonna read it, but I’ll want to see words on those pages. Write a fucking play for all I care, write a manifesto about your love of pasta, I don’t give a shit what. Just write.”

I don’t have anything to write. I’m not a fucking poet. Shell says use the pen, get the words out of your head, just write anything. Anything. Anything. Tables have turned. Now I’m the one practicing letting it all out. Trying not to think too hard.  Anything.

EXCERPT 1: SNOW

TIMELINE: a few days before Good. Things. Take. Time.

…

#39 gifted me four tickets to the game at her last session. It’s Neils’ birthday. I’ll surprise him and Dan with a guy’s night out.

Got a new client coming in on Thursday. #48. I wasn’t going to approve her. Nothing in her application hints at any lingering trauma that she can’t just get treated at a legit clinic. But Shell was pushy about this one. She's got a knack for these things and hasn’t been wrong yet. Official referral diagnosis: pain is psychological tension from a recent(?) divorce. I guess it’s worth a shot. If nothing else, divorcees are usually just in need of a good fuck so it’s an easy fix. Good photo. I like her style. She’s going to make pretty faces.

Thinking about taking some time off after that. Rare confluence of three clients ending their run at the same time, it’s slow season at the office and the guys can handle a week without me, I should get out of town. Someplace quiet. Or fuck, I don’t know, someplace distracting where I can get out of my head. Maybe I should book a massage. Look at me, I’m hilarious. Who massages the masseuse? I’ll have Shell find me something. Keep it interesting. Place yer bets: seedy and cheap or golden toilets and happy endings? As long as it’s somewhere warm.

Renee posted the pictures from her honeymoon. Skiing in the Alps. She always used to hate the snow. Guess people change. Change can be a good thing. 

She’s better off. 

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EXCERPT 2: SCARF

TIMELINE: The night of Good. Things. Take. Time.

…

Shell hit the jackpot on this one. Perfect plaything. She’s like I custom ordered a client. Recurring cluster knots all down her starboard teres major, needs a hand getting in under the port shoulder blade…can’t do it alone. Needs my hands. She needs me. Follows directions, trusts completely. Has a good imagination. That will open up more in time. I expect a challenge out of this one. Surprised the shit out of me with the beautiful thing though. Maybe shouldn’t have let her have that. Maybe shouldn’t have gone down on her. It’s fine. She’s clean. Tastes good smells good ass for days. I can get a good handful. Everywhere.

And perfect inside. Tight but not too tight, good control with the right assistance, takes direction like a dream. I’ll be able to get her to sing if she keeps listening. Mierda, her skin. My hands want to eat it. Oil it up and map it out and scarf it down. Her muscle structure is    -just-    amazing. I haven’t been this amped in months. This one hits the spot.

Giving her Thursday across the board might have come off too eager. Well, if that didn’t, offering up extra days on call probably did. Jackass.

Not gonna worry about that tonight. Bowling with the guys tomorrow night. Hope they’re ready to eat their damn balls. I’m fucking invincible.

She called me beautiful. She’s [sentence scratched out] 

Forgot to note in her file–she said she hasn’t had anyone make her come in over a year even though info says she’s only been divorced a few months. What kind of an asshole just walks away from that her? How could anyone share a bed or a house or anything with that and resist for a year? She deserves to get fucked every day. Why wouldn’t you want someone that just falls into you so willingly and fucks so pretty? Great. Now I’m angry. Not my concern. Just my gain.

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EXCERPT 3: COZY 

TIMELINE: weekend evening, after installment #2, relieving period cramps

…

Keep thinking about Thursday. It’s not about the blood. It is and it isn’t. It’s obviously that she needed relief. It’s good to see her trusting. That can be tricky for some women. Beaten into them that they have to hide what their body does. It’s a body. It’s a unique mechanism. It has shit and blood and needs a good release now and then. Or every day for some people...another truth for some of us that the world wants hidden away.

The blood’s messy. It’s primal. It’s brutal and nobody blinks an eye if it comes from a punch to the face or a slice of the thumb. But the minute it comes from the minute it shows you what  a woman’s body is capable of… But it’s also the harshness of the color, a signal that if there’s pain then it’s real. It’s a helpful focus.

She just LETS me. There's beauty in that pliability. She trusts, she follows, she heals. The way her face just relaxes when the knots are gone. It’s almost as good as the orgasm itself. Beautiful.

Got her all warmed up in the bath, all cozy in bed. Fell asleep like a worn-out kitten and I had an urge to kiss her forehead. Poor thing just needed it today. Successful session.

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EXCERPT 4: FIREPLACE 

TIMELINE: a couple of weeks later, evening, after installment #3, the treatment for migraine and anxiety AND includes this six sentence ficlet

…

Well shit. There’s a coincidence. She wouldn’t believe me if I told her.

Thursday came in tonight tight as a screw, migraine a good 7 or 8. I had to take it slow. Asked her to focus on some bright spots in her life, like her favorite things. I might have guessed the animals and reading, but the fanfiction was a surprise. Cute. It was best not to talk about what was causing the stress because

Her family coming to stay.

Fuck if I don’t sympathize. 

Mama got here two days ago and all she can do is complain about her hotel and American food and how everyone speaks too fast for her to keep up. It’s cold here. The hotel should have a fireplace. Why don’t you take time off Patricio? You have an extra bedroom, why can’t your mama sleep there?

I love her. But I get it. There are just some boundaries that are hard. I get you, Thursday.

Preciosa.

Fucked her five ways til Sunday. She fucked ME five ways till Sunday.. She drew blood. Didn’t even care. Mark me up, girl. Glad I could help, but damn that might have been more mutually beneficial than I’d originally planned.

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EXCERPT 5: HOT CHOCOLATE 

TIMELINE: night of installment #4, with the undergarment ripping and the thigh-highs

…

I didn’t expect to get to play this much. I’m usually so focused on the pain and making sure the client can come in their condition that there’s not a lot of room for fun and surprises. I got to take Shell out last weekend and might have bought her too many beers and pull-tabs. It took her about three bottles to get profound. She wants to know who "therapies the therapist" and told me I should remember that it’s okay to put my own priorities first sometime. She said that people in the industry of care need to be taken care of too. She said it’s okay to have a client that gives as good as she gets. Then she went home and threw up and texted me the next day that she’s drinking nothing but hot chocolate from now on. Haha

Shit. Thursday feels good when she walks out of here. She looks like a million bucks. I did that. I DO that. THAT’s what I need. So yeah. Why shouldn’t I enjoy that? Cute tonight. She wanted me to rip her panties. All she had to do was ask, but I think she was embarrassed to?

So the new diagnosis is lack of confidence and the treatment is for her to speak up for what she wants. We’re going to get her to a place where she can ask–or demand what she needs. We’ll work on her trusting that I’ll give her anything she wants–anything. 

She’ll be able to walk out of here and conquer the world when I’m done with her.

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EXCERPT 6: FREEZING 

TIMELINE: a couple of weeks after the previous entry

...

[….] and Niels can go to hell though because I don’t care how low key it is or how good the whiskey is, I’m not giving up my Thursdays to fill in the hole in his poker night. His basement is freezing and I have warmer places to be.

Although speaking of, Thursday canceled again. It’s been a couple of weeks. Crunch time at work for her I guess. Her portal messages seem pretty stressed. She’s apologetic about missing sessions. I can tell her she doesn’t need to apologize, I’m getting paid whether she shows or not. And honestly, it just means we’re going to have to work that much harder to get her malleable again and I can hardly complain about that. A build up’s a hell of a thing. As long as she doesn’t mess up her rhombs again. We were just making headway on that. I should ask her about her desk chair.

But I’d be lying if I said that I gave a shit about the pay. I’m allowed to enjoy my clients and be disappointed when I don’t get to see them.

At least Jean’s back on Friday. It will be nice to see her again. Now that her latest surgery’s all healed up, we can find her some good positions for her to take home. I know her partner’s skittish about the discovery phase. But she’s almost done and when the reconstruction’s over, he’ll thank me for it. He SHOULD thank me for it, she’s got a good laugh and good tits.

Jean’s a perfect example of learning to speak up for herself. I can do the same for Preciosa. Lucky for her she doesn’t have Jean’s level of pain to work through. But she’s gotta show. up. for. it. Come on, girl. I got you.

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EXCERPT 7: MARSHMALLOW

TIMELINE: directly after installment #5, all pent up and feral

…

Now THAT. Was a successful fuck. We’re making headway here. Little slapping, little biting, she got a good few hair yanks in there. She’s learning that not only am I not a marshmallow…neither is she. Good girl. Pretty high praise response, but she’s also got a little fight in her. She’s a switch and doesn’t even know it. She will. 

There were some real emotions tonight, real anger, real tears. But when she let go I nearly wept myself. It was beautiful. She’s working too hard and she knows it. But she also knows I’ve got her when she does. Hopefully that will preempt some of the stress next time. Not even upset about that shoulder blade. We’ll just start from the beginning on that.

[....]

Just reminded me of Renee nagging about working too hard. I just remembered that I had a dream about her a few nights ago. Not really about her. She was in the background somewhere and not even angry that I didn’t stop to say hello. Then she picked up her purse and left. The light kind of shifted like, I don’t know. Felt like it was the last time I’d see her. Not in a bad way. 

It’s good. Like a door really closing.

Maybe I do work too hard. But I like it. It’s who I am. It’s my choice.

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secret recipe

581 words / pairing: joel miller x f!reader

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word: hot chocolate

warnings/information: secret relationship, implied age gap, fluff, descriptions of food

a/n: this is my roommate/besties hot chocolate recipe and you must try it!! we've had it everyday for a week and it's so damn good! puts me in a happy winter mood <3 my banners are by @saradika-graphics. shoutout to @berryispunk and @lady-bess for putting this together on @fanfictionoverload!

It’s warm, swirling in your mouth and spreading across your tastebuds like wildfire. It’s sweeter than you expected, leaving you wanting more.

“Mm, Joel,” you moan softly, eyes fluttering open after a blissful first taste. “This hot chocolate is amazing. Definitely better homemade. All my parents ever did was warm up a cup of milk in the microwave, then pour one of those Swiss Miss hot chocolate packets into it. This is delicious.”

Joel’s warm, deep chuckle fills his small kitchen as he slowly stirs the hot chocolate with a ladle. The whisk lies forgotten on the spoon rest, watching as he fills his owl mug with the sweet chocolate liquid.

“I can’t take all the credit. Sarah stirred it up one night and taught me how to make it. Now, whenever she’s visiting from school, I make it for her in the winter. Pretty good, huh?” He raises his brown-amber glazed mug to your navy blue one in a cheers, both of you letting out a satisfied sigh after the sip.

The hot chocolate rests warm in your stomach and mellows your entire body temperature.

“Mm,” you hum with more in your mouth, quick to swallow it down. “Do you have mini marshmallows?”

Joel tuts, a playful smirk on his lips as he already starts walking towards the pantry. “Do I have mini marshmallows.. course I do.”

And with that, he’s sprinkling a handful of white marshmallowy fluff into your mug, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You’re so happy you could burst, your legs dangling as you sit on the countertop doing little kicks of joy.

This is damn near perfect. Joel in his green and orange flannel, you in your sneakers, your eyes dazzling as you draw him in for another soft kiss.

Damn near. Like, your best friend is upstairs getting ready with no idea that you’re down here kissing her dad. Damn near.

“I’m ready!” Sarah’s voice bellows from the stairs. As soon as her footsteps are in earshot, you’re off the counter and Joel is at the farthest point in the kitchen.

He sends you an apologetic smile, one that you mirror.

“Thanks for that recipe, Mr. Miller.” After another long sip, you share the mug with Sarah who smiles around the edge of it. “What’s in it again?”

Joel casually shrugs and crosses his arms, his broad body leaning back against the counter. “S’pretty simple. Start with two cups of milk in a saucepan over medium heat. Stir in a tablespoon of sugar, a tablespoon of brown sugar, and two tablespoons of cocoa powder. Once it’s warm and whisked together, add a quarter cup of chocolate chips and two tablespoons of milk chocolate. Let that melt and blend together, then stir in a teaspoon of vanilla extract right at the end. Keep stirring until it’s smooth and creamy—don’t let it boil. That’s it. Perfect hot chocolate, every time.”

[berryispunk]

By The Fire

Pairing: Pero Tovar x gn! reader

summary: All your friends cancelled last minute on your planned camping trip so you're left with the new guy in your friend group.

tags: fluff, developing feelings, alcohol mention, i don't even know if this is Pero but in my head he is

notes: This was a struggle honestly. Second entry for the summer week over at @fanfictionoverload. Way too many words for way too little happening. Unbeta'd, we die with the sinking ship :)

word count: ~ 700

The camping trip was planned months in advance.

Given the size of the group and their busy schedules it was a wonder y’all were able to narrow down a date for it in the first place.

And now you sit here, all alone with Pero, the new one in your friend group and you’re kind of mad that they all cancelled except for this guy you not even once talked much with. 

Maybe, you thought, he’s just not that big of a talker.

But now the both of you sit in your car and the silence is heavy and kinda awkward.

“So no one else will join us ?” he breaks the silence, but doesn’t look at you as you turn down the volume of the car radio. 

“Yeah, no. They all cancelled. Lastly Jess because her boyfriend got food poisoning and this man is a grown baby and not able to exist on his own...” you shake your head while sighing heavily. 

He scoffs. 

“Yeah, I figured. But Jess is so caring. I love that about her. It speaks for her, you know…”

You nod. 

“She’s an angel." 

A while later the sun is already setting behind the horizon and tinting everything in orange hues when both of ýou arrive at the camspide.

As you leave the car you stretch your stiffened limbs and groan. 

“I set up the tent”, Pero suddenly says and you blink at him. 

“I can help you…” you suggest but he shakes his head.

“You can set up the fire if you want to instead…” 

You agree and start doing but in all honesty you suck at this and you forgot to bring a lighter in your hurry so after a while Pero joins your side.

“Everything alright here?”he asks softly leaning a bit over the fireplace and you rub your neck sheepishly.

“I forgot a lighter…”

He laughs deeply. 

“Oh, really? Well, good for you I know a thing or two about lighting a fire..” he winks at you and you have to bite back a smirk.

“Lucky for us we don’t have to freeze tonight, huh?” you chuckle and he answers with a smirk and you catch yourself mustering him for a moment before you tear your gaze away. 

Only a few minutes later the fire burns bright just in time as the night falls.

It’s just now that you recognize the big scar on the left side of his face, starting over his eyebrow all the way up to his cheek. 

“If you don’t mind… how did you get that scar?” you ask as softly as you can, really not wanting to overstep. 

“Ah, this old thing? Well… it’s a longer story I don’t know if–”

“Yes”, you interrupt him. “Tell me all about it. What else do we have to do?” 

He gives you an almost shy smile in return, clearly not expecting someone to really care about it.

You take a seat next to him on the log he sits on and find yourself hanging on his every word.

The two of you end up talking the whole night, longing glances, shared laughter and alcohol is all it takes for you to develop a crush on him. 

When you wobbly stand up to go over to your tent you’re way more tipsy than anticipated and almost fall over your own feet but he catches you. 

“Easy there…” he says and supports you to stand. 

“‘M-sorry… I think I overestimated myself…” you murmur and he gives you a warm smile. 

“You need any help?” his face is suddenly so damn close to yours and in all honesty he’s even more pretty up close. 

You shake your head. 

“You’re really pretty, you know that?” you almost purr and if the alcohol wouldn’t make your tongue that lose and your mind this hazy you would regret this. 

“Your scar too by the way…” 

Pero just looks at you for a long moment, his brown eyes locking with yours before he gently pinches your cheek. 

“How drunk are you?”, he laughs.

“Maybe a bit, but I mean it…” you protest with a pout. 

“I know” he answers and then adds “Thank you.” 

His smile is genuine, but so are your words. 

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Seasons of Life - Freezing

11th Doctor x GN!Reader General/ Teen Rated Words: 412 Tags: 11th Doctor, Doctor Who, Writing Challenge, Yeah these two definitely like each other now lol, cuddles, log fires.

For day 6 of the @fanfictionoverload Seasons of Life Challenge!

Soon the sun had set over the horizon, and the air had dropped even cooler. The two of you had gotten lost in each other’s conversations for too long, as always, and had completely neglected noticing what time it was. By now it would be too treacherous to head back to the TARDIS, the ground outside would surely be freezing over at this time, and so the decision was made to stay for the night. 

The Doctor had dug out plenty of blankets from a supply cupboard, and the two of you remained curled up by the fire, stoking the embers to keep the flame alight. Now sat on the rug below the couch, closer to the heat from the fireplace, you pulled your blanket around you closer. 

“Are you warm enough?” he asked. He was leaning over the fire, his sleeves rolled up as he manoeuvred another log onto the flames. You nodded at him, smiling. 

“I will be once that ignites,” you motioned to the wood in his hand with a tilt of your head, and he chuckled, setting back to work on getting it aflame. 

“Sorry again about us having to stay,” he said as he sat back down. He wrapped you up in another blanket, his arm slung around your shoulder. “I really didn’t mean for the day to get away from us. I just…I get lost with you”. 

You smiled at him, then leant on his shoulder, allowing his arms to embrace you. You gently closed your eyes, listening for the sound of his breathing and the crackling of the wood in the fire again. For the first time in years, you felt so at peace. 

“Never apologise for that. Ever,” you turned to look at him, “Besides, I’m slightly to blame too,” you smiled. 

The Doctor chuckled lightly through his nose, and nodded slowly. He raised one hand and softly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear which had fallen in front of your face from leaning on him. You felt your heart quicken in your chest at his gentle touch. 

“Are you happy? Genuinely?” he asked, a quiver in his voice making him sound so nervous for the first time in all the months you’d known him. 

“Happier than I’ve ever been, Doctor. You know that,” you smiled. 

“Always worth checking. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that you’re not sick of me yet,” he chuckled. You giggled, leaning into him again. 

“Never”. 

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eoin macken deserves so much more credit for consistently playing gwaine as if he's always choosing his words carefully around merlin or biting his tongue altogether so he doesn't say something that might jeopardize their relationship

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releasing this from the hj discord dungeon because the public populace was in agreement also i'm chronically offline on tumblr and need to fix that for my chronically online ahh

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gem doles out praise like the occaisional sweet treat and the silly guys she plays games with lap it up like stray kittens

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Look everybody! Mel's ALIVE!

In Bridging the Rift you can see her in the storyboards for season 2 coded in yellow (like her armor). This scene probably takes place when the chemtanks attacked.

We can see that the figure coded in red is likely Jayce fending off against a large combatant.

I think the figure coded in blue is dressed as an enforcer but just as a disguise to get at close range to Mel, because she's clearly struggling against them before being pushed to the ground.

By the end someone is standing over her with a gun.