#thanksgiving bonus chapter!

[slippinmickeys]

The Unseelie Court 7/16

Scully was throwing her things into her suitcase, not even bothering to fold them, when Mulder came breezing through his motel door. 

“Hey,” he said, smiling when he saw her through the connecting passway. “You’re not going to believe what happened to me.”

She whirled around and his smile quickly faded. 

“What’s wrong?” he said. 

“What’s wrong?” she repeated, anger radiating off of her in waves. “You disappeared for the entire day and I couldn’t reach you, and then I got a phone call from the Assistant Director reaming me out for going out into the field without his approval. Where the hell have you been, Mulder?” 

Mulder shot his wrist out of his cuff to look at his watch and held his phone up in his other hand.

“I’m sorry,” he said, somewhat taken aback by her anger. “I didn’t notice the time, my watch has been working on and off since yesterday and my phone died. I called the morgue from a payphone, but your grumpy diener said you were long gone. Did you even do the autopsy?”

Scully rocked back on her heels. In the corner of the room, the air conditioning unit clicked on and a fusty, cool lug of air wafted across the skin of Mulder’s face and neck.

“It’s five pm, Mulder,” she said. “I finished the autopsy more than four hours ago.”

“It’s…what?”

“It’s five o’clock in the evening.”

Mulder reached up and ran his hand over his chin, as if gauging the time by the beard growth on his face.

“No wonder Skinner is upset, I haven’t had a chance to call him back yet…wait, did you say ‘without his approval?’ He signed off on this assignment yesterday morning.”

“Well, he doesn’t seem to remember that,” Scully snapped. 

“It’s happening again,” Mulder said quietly.

Scully sighed unhappily and turned back to her suitcase. She could feel Mulder come up behind her and put his hand gently on her shoulder. 

“I’m sorry I worried you,” he said softly. 

She turned and brushed past him, throwing something on top of her bed, which was still crisply made.

“Charge your phone,” she said. He glanced at the bed. She’d thrown her own phone’s charging cable onto it, which bounced once on the tight drum of mauve polyester. 

He ignored it and followed her into the bathroom. “I’d like to hear about the autopsy,” he said. 

Scully had been gathering up her toiletries and she pushed past him and dumped them into her open suitcase, zipping it up angrily. 

“Nothing,” she said. “The autopsy showed nothing. We have nothing.”

She finally turned back to him. She didn’t know why she was so angry. Worry and fear, she guessed. But she didn’t need to worry about Mulder anymore, standing there as he was, whole and true. And her fear from earlier in the afternoon had dissipated, at least a little. Still, the day had left her agitated.

Mulder watched her as she stood there battling with her own feelings. She was backlit by the bedside lamp, her hair a soft copper glow around her head. She had taken off her coat and jacket and was wearing a white silk blouse, sheer enough that he could see the curve of her body underneath it. A flare of wanting rippled through him that he forced himself to tamp down. 

“The body didn’t show anything?” he asked gently. 

“I’m still waiting on toxicology. But from what the body told me…there is no cause of death,” she said, letting some of her anger go. “Where have you been, Mulder?”

“The crime scene,” he said, shrugging off his jacket. “The beach.”

“You mean…”

“I went into the grove. I lost time again,” he said. “And this time it wanted me out.”

Scully cocked her head curiously and he briefly explained what had happened in the copse from which Daly Carmichael had walked. 

She stood there for a moment, quietly processing. Then she looked up at him. 

“I found one, too,” she said. 

***

Mulder followed his partner through the gate at the Carmichael estate, trotting to catch up with her.

“You should have told me to wear my running shoes,” he joked. The pavement under their feet was fissured and potholed, weeds growing up through the cracks.

“I told Skinner we’d be back in the office first thing tomorrow morning, Mulder. We’re being pulled off this case. Is there a point in continuing to investigate it?”

”Scully, what we’re dealing with here… this is an X-File. Aren’t you even a little bit curious?”

”I’m here, aren’t I?” she answered, continuing to walk along at a clip. 

They bypassed the house altogether and walked directly into the backyard. The sun was setting and the light was low, necessitating the use of flashlights. Scully marched past the fountain and cast the beam of her flashlight over the area where she and Avery had found the dark opening only a few hours before. There was nothing but brush and overgrown rhododendron, creeping vine. 

“It was right here,” she said, walking closer to where it had been that afternoon. “There was a sound coming from it. And the magnet you gave me, it…”

”It what?” Mulder asked, still shining his light hopefully around. 

“It started to vibrate,” she said. “When we got close to the opening.”

”Really?” Mulder said, looking pleased.

“Yes, really.” Quite the opposite. 

“So you came out here with Avery?”

”I did,” she said, wondering where he was going with this. 

“Did he see it, too?” 

“The magnet thing? No. Skinner called, I got yelled at for thirty seconds, he pulled us off the investigation and Avery brought me back to the motel. He was a little green around the gills at that point anyway.”

”I meant the grove, or whatever we want to call it.”

”Oh. Well, yes. He did see the grove. Heard it, too.”

”That’s promising,” Mulder said. “Though it’s gone now. More's the pity. Did you find anything else? Anything inside the house?”

Mulder gave the tree line one more swipe with the beam of his flashlight and then turned reluctantly back the way they’d come. 

“Furniture from the turn of the century. Cigarettes and beer cans,” she said. “And a few other weird things.”

“Weird things?”

“Tchotchkes, a half-drunk bottle of mead.” 

Mulder paused, mid-stride. “Mead?” He said. 

Scully nodded, pointed to one of the windows.

“On the window sill.”

“Show me,” Mulder said, and followed her into the house. 

“Here,” she said, when they got to the back room with the intact window. 

Mulder bent down and shined his light on the items sitting on the sill. 

“These are fairy offerings,” he said. “Sea shells, bread and mead.”

“Teeth?”

“Those too. Children’s teeth,” he clarified. “Naturally lost.”

At his feet was a green beech leaf which he picked up, twirling it in his fingers.

“What is the offering meant to do?”

“Appease them,” Mulder said, rising to stand and dropping the leaf back to the floor. “Acknowledge and placate them. Keep them from turning their eye on you.”

Scully nodded, contemplating the items on the window sill. Was the level of the mead lower? she wondered. There were five shells and three teeth. Had there been more?

“Do you think we should head back to the beach?” she asked. “See if that…fairy grove is still there?”

“Oh,” said Mulder, turning to look around the room. “It’s gone. It disappeared the moment I stepped outside of it.”

[d-z20]

Neighbourly Care part 3 (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: You go home for Thanksgiving and who else joins your family but none other than their wonderful neighbours Agatha and Rio

-OR-

You struggle to make it through the meal and so does Agatha, but she "accidentally" spills her drink which means you fuck in the bathroom :)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, top Agatha, top Rio, fingering, oral, mention of humiliation kink

Words: 3.5k

A/N: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE AND KUDOS!!! to celebrate here is a bonus seasonal chapter :D Happy Thanksgiving to those that celebrate, and to those who don't: enjoy the chapter anyway ;)

AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Master List

A Thanksgiving To Remember

As the morning light filters through the blinds, the hotel room is dim and quiet. You wake up slowly, feeling warm and content, your body still tingling from last night. You shift slightly, realising that Rio is already awake. She’s sprawled comfortably on her side, her head resting on the pillow, her hand absently stroking your arm. Her eyes flicker open as she senses you waking, and she smiles at you lazily.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Rio hums, stretching and running a hand through her hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Good thanks, how about you?" You smile, feeling the pull of her easy, bright energy. Was she always so upbeat in the mornings?

“I’m great. But she,” Rio gestures toward Agatha with a playful smirk, “isn’t a morning person.”

Behind you, Agatha just grumbles in response, muffling her face into the pillow and pulling you closer into her. Rio leans over, a mischievous grin on her face as she brushes Agatha’s hair from her face. “C’mon, darling, I’ll make you coffee,” she offers sweetly, but you can hear the hint of a challenge in her tone. 

Agatha groans again but finally starts to sit up, stretching with an audible crack in her spine. “Fine, fine,” Agatha mutters. “But it better be good, or I’ll go back to sleep.” 

Rio laughs and gets up to make coffee, leaving Agatha to rub her eyes before looking at you. You share a quiet moment, the lingering energy from the night before making the air between you feel heavy with unspoken thoughts.

As Rio busies herself in the kitchenette in the corner of the room, Agatha grabs her phone and starts swiping through it. Not wanting to bother her, you reach for your phone too. You’re happily scrolling when a notification pops up

MILF 1 has added you to the group chat.

MILF 1 named the group chat Check-In Group

MILF 1: There. You can’t ignore us now, sweetheart.

You’re smiling at your phone when you feel Rio standing next to you, coffee in hand

“What are you smiling at? Not another potential date, I hope." She meant it as a tease, but you can hear the hint of jealousy in her voice.

“No,” you chuckle. “In fact, it’s just the opposite; Agatha is making sure that never happens again.” You tilt your phone to show Rio the notifications.

She looks down at your phone, her eyes narrowing slightly at the screen. “Why do you have Agatha saved as MILF 1?” she asks, raising her voice loud enough so Agatha hears.

You laugh nervously and quickly glance at Agatha, who’s sitting up now and lazily sipping her coffee, her attention on the two of you. She raises an eyebrow at you, her eyes glinting with something more than just curiosity.

“Well?” Rio prompts, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

You squirm under their combined gazes, feeling both flustered and slightly turned on. “It’s just the truth,” you admit sheepishly, your voice dropping as you fidget with the comforter. “She is a mom, and, well, I do want to f—” You stop yourself just in time, your cheeks heating as you look anywhere but at them.

Rio raises an eyebrow, a wicked grin curling on her lips. “Oh? And what am I saved as?” she teases, voice low and playful. “Please tell me it’s not just MILF 2.”

Your face goes hot, and you start fiddling with the comforter in your lap. “It might be.”

Rio bursts into laughter. “You really couldn’t think of something more creative?” she asks, shaking her head in mock disapproval.

Agatha’s smile never fades, but her eyes darken, and she stands up, stretching slowly. “Okay, on that note, I’m going to go shower,” she says, cutting through the playful moment. She gives Rio a brief kiss on the cheek before heading toward the bathroom. “You two behave while I’m gone.”

As Agatha disappears into the bathroom, Rio sets her coffee cup on the nightstand and leans closer to you, her expression shifting. There’s an undeniable heat in her eyes as her lips brush against yours in a kiss that’s possessive and urgent. “So you like to fuck us, hmm?” she whispers against your lips, her breath warm as it fans over your skin.

Your breath catches as her words sink in, and your body reacts almost instantly, a tingling warmth pooling low in your belly.

When the bathroom door clicks shut behind Agatha, Rio doesn’t waste a second. She pushes you back against the pillows, her touch both gentle and commanding. The electricity in the air is palpable as her lips find yours again, her kiss deepening with every passing second.

You moan softly when her hand trails down your side, grazing your hip before slipping under your waistband. She pauses just long enough to murmur against your lips, “You’re already so excited for me. Do you like it that much when I humiliate you?” Her tone is teasing, but there’s an edge to it that makes you shiver.

Before you can answer, Rio presses her lips to yours again, cutting off any reply as her hand moves with a confidence that leaves you breathless. Her touch is slow at first, teasing, as though she’s savouring every little sound you make in response. The tension between you builds rapidly, and the air is charged with unspoken need.

Somewhere in the background, you faintly register the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. Rio pulls back just enough to mutter against your lips, her voice low and dripping with desire. “I’ve got about ten minutes until she's done showering.”

Her words send a shiver down your spine, the hunger in her tone unmistakable. You swallow hard, your pulse racing as you meet her gaze. “I don’t think we’ll need that long anyway,” you admit softly, your voice trembling slightly under the weight of her intensity.

Rio smirks, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction at your answer. She wets her fingers with your arousal before burying two of them inside you, igniting a fire in your core that threatens to consume you completely. “So eager for me already,” she murmurs, her voice both teasing and utterly dominating. Her words make your breath hitch, the hint of humiliation in her tone only heightening your anticipation as she begins to fuck you.

There is no slow buildup, and Rio is mercilessly fucking you in seconds, pulling sounds out of you that you didn’t even know you could make; you’re pretty sure that the whole floor can hear you now.

She starts to pump her fingers faster, and you can hear how wet you are. She takes your bottom lip between her teeth and bites down before soothing it with a quick swipe of her tongue. "Shhhhh, baby, try and keep quiet for me; Aggie can’t know what I’m doing.”

The idea that this sex was potentially forbidden pushes you over the edge, and you grip on to her shoulders for dear life as your orgasm comes crashing over you. You pull Rio into a messy kiss to try and dampen your moans as you wind down. She pulls her fingers out, humming with pleasure as she sucks them clean.

“Fucking hell,” you pant.

Rio looks at you with a devilish grin. 

The sound of the bathroom door opening jolts you out of the haze. Agatha steps into the room, towel-wrapped and hair damp, her expression calm as she surveys the scene. Rio immediately freezes, her eyes widening slightly like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

But Agatha doesn’t say a word. She simply raises an eyebrow, a ghost of a smirk tugging at her lips, before turning back to the closet to finish getting ready. Her calm, collected demeanour somehow leaves you even more flustered than being caught outright.

The rest of the morning passes in a blur. After Agatha and Rio get you dressed, they drive you back to your college apartment; their voices light and playful. “Remember to actually text us this time,” Rio teases as she pulls up to the curb. “We’re not just for weekends, you know.”

“Yeah, text us, sweetheart,” Agatha adds with a soft smile. “We like hearing from you.”

“I will,” you promise, glancing at your phone, already thinking of what you were going to text them.

—

Later that evening, you’re mindlessly scrolling on your phone when you notice a new notification in your group chat with Agatha and Rio.

Check-In Group

MILF 2 changed the name to MILFs Anonymous

MILF 1: Rio!

MILF 2: Come on, just let me have this one thing :(

MILF 1: Fine, but Y/N, change our contact names now please

You roll your eyes at Rio’s antics but do as you’re told, not wanting to dissapoint Agatha; you still feel a bit guilty for having sex with Rio this morning.

—

Over the next few days, you find yourself texting with them more and more. The conversations flow easily—Agatha constantly checking in on you, always asking if you’ve eaten or if you’re doing alright. It’s sweet, in a way you didn’t expect, but it’s comforting. Rio, on the other hand, can’t resist sending her terrible dad jokes, which, despite your best efforts, always make you laugh.

MILFS Anonymous

~ 15:48

Rio: What do you call a group of crows that stick together?

You: Oh God, please stop

Agatha: Seriously. You’re not funny

Rio: VelCrows :)))

Agatha: Sometimes I wonder how I fell in love with you

Rio: It’s because I fuck you like there’s no tomorrow ;)

~ 21:17

Agatha: *click to open image*

Agatha: Huh, you don’t look like you’re doing much fucking to me

You drop your phone with a loud clatter. You were not expecting to see a picture of a Rio naked and tied to the bed with a vibrator pressed against her clit and by the looks of it, she had been like that for some time. You spend the rest of your evening fucking yourself to that image. Each time you think you’re done and can't cum any more, the image pops into your mind again, and you start to imagine all the things they would do if you were with them, and before you know it, your hand is back between your legs.

—

Thanksgiving break arrives faster than expected, and the familiar comfort of your parents' home feels like a welcome change from the chaos of college life. You arrive in the early afternoon, greeted by the warm aroma of roasted turkey and spiced pies wafting from the kitchen. It’s a little odd being home after everything that’s happened with Rio and Agatha, knowing they live just next door. You wonder if you’ll see them during your visit.

It turns out you don’t have to wonder for long.

A knock at the front door pulls you from your thoughts, and your dad answers with a cheerful, “Agatha! Rio! Happy Thanksgiving!”

Your stomach flips.

You appear in the hallway just in time to see them stepping inside, Agatha holding a neatly wrapped gift basket and Rio carrying what looks like a bottle of wine. They’re dressed casually but still look effortlessly gorgeous; Rio is dressed in a breezy striped blue shirt that’s half tucked into her jeans. The loose fit of the shirt somehow adds to her charm, her confident movements making it clear she’s completely at ease. Agatha, on the other hand, is the picture of sophistication, her fitted blazer in a warm mustard hue paired with a turtleneck and slacks giving her a commanding presence that turns heads—even in such a casual setting.

“We just wanted to drop this off,” Agatha says, her usual polished tone soft and warm. “A little something for the holiday.”

“Oh, nonsense, you’re not just dropping it off,” your mom insists, appearing behind your dad. “You’re staying for dinner. It’s the least we can do after everything you did for this one when they got locked out in the rain.”

Your heart nearly stops. You glance at Agatha, who meets your wide-eyed look with a calm, knowing smile.

“Really, it wasn’t any trouble,” Agatha says smoothly, a teasing lilt in her voice. “I mean, we could’ve just let them in with the spare key you gave us, but... well, we thought they might prefer a warm bed and some company at ours instead.”

Your cheeks burn as Rio chimes in, her grin bordering on wicked. “And they didn’t seem to mind one bit.”

Your parents laugh, completely oblivious to the deeper meaning behind the exchange, but you feel like you’re about to combust. Agatha and Rio both throw you brief, pointed glances before following your mom into the dining room, leaving you standing there trying to steady your racing heart.

—

Dinner starts off innocently enough, but the air feels charged in a way you can’t quite explain. You’re hyper-aware of Rio sitting across from you and Agatha beside you, their presence consuming all your focus.

Rio’s long fingers wrap elegantly around her wine glass as she listens to your dad talk, but her gaze keeps drifting to you, her lips curving into a faint smirk every time your eyes meet. Meanwhile, Agatha takes every opportunity to lean close, brushing her arm against yours under the guise of reaching for the breadbasket or whispering a sly comment in your ear that sends a jolt of heat straight to your core.

“You look a little flushed, sweetheart,” Agatha purrs at one point, her tone dripping with amusement. “You okay?”

You nod quickly, biting your lip to keep from saying something that would give you away. Rio catches the exchange and arches an eyebrow, her gaze flickering between the two of you knowingly.

It only gets worse as the meal progresses. Rio’s foot grazes yours under the table, lingering just long enough to send a thrill up your spine. 

When Agatha pours herself another glass of wine, she tilts the bottle toward you with a raised brow, silently asking if you’d like more. You nod, not trusting your voice. As she leans over to fill your glass, her lips brush your ear so faintly it feels like a whisper of air. “Behave, sweetheart,” she murmurs, her voice so low and intimate that a shiver runs down your spine.

You clench your thighs and glance up at her wide-eyed, but she only pulls back with that same subtle smile, her expression calm and unreadable.

You do your best to stay composed, but your mind is spinning. Every touch, every look, and every smirk makes it harder to focus on anything else.

Then, as if the universe wants to test your resolve further, Agatha “accidentally” spills a bit of wine on her sweater.

“Oh, shoot,” she says, dabbing at the stain with her napkin.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” your mom says quickly. “Y/N, show Agatha where the bathroom is, and grab her a clean top from the laundry room, will you?”

You nod, your pulse quickening as you rise from the table. Agatha follows you down the hall, her calm exterior betraying nothing, but you can feel the tension radiating off her like heat. You scurry off to grab Agatha a clean top and quickly show her to the bathroom.

The moment you’re alone in the room, she closes the door behind you with a soft click and turns to face you, her expression shifting from composed to utterly predatory.

“Finally,” she murmurs, stepping closer, her voice low and thick with desire. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands off you all evening?”

Your breath catches as she backs you against the counter, her hands finding your waist and pulling you flush against her. Her lips are on yours before you can respond, the kiss hungry and demanding, igniting a fire in your chest that spreads through your entire body.

“Agatha, we—” you start to protest, your voice a shaky whisper, but she silences you with another kiss, her hands sliding up your sides to cup your face.

“They’re none the wiser,” she murmurs against your lips, her voice sending shivers down your spine. “Now, let me have you for just a moment.”

Before you can respond, Agatha’s hands drift lower, deftly removing anything on your bottom half that will get in the way of her goal and letting the fabric fall to the tiled floor. Her gaze darkens as she sinks to her knees in front of you, her palms sliding down your thighs, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

Her eyes flick up to meet yours, full of lust and mischief, as she leans in closer. “Dripping everywhere,” she murmurs, her voice husky and teasing, her lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “Just like the first time we were in a bathroom together. Seems I have a knack for this, don’t I?”

Your heart pounds in your chest as her words hang in the air, her presence between your legs sending a surge of electricity through you.

It might be Thanksgiving, but your body feels like the Fourth of July when she drags her tongue from your entrance to your clit. She sucks it into her mouth and flicks lightly with the tip of her tongue before releasing it and going back to push her tongue inside you. The woman is on a mission and wastes no time in bringing you close to your climax in record time.

Her hand clamps over your mouth, not willing to risk you letting the whole street know that you’re going to cum, and then, with a final flick of her tongue, you’re glad she did because the orgasm hits you like a fucking 18-wheeler truck, your legs start to shake, and you have to grip on to the sink to stop yourself from collapsing. 

Your breathing comes in ragged gasps as the world tilts back into focus, your body still trembling from the intensity of what just happened. Agatha stands, her movements unhurried and precise as she grabs a tissue and delicately wipes the corner of her mouth, her expression one of calm satisfaction.

"Still as sweet as I remember," she murmurs, her voice low and teasing as she crumples the tissue and tosses it into the small trash can by the sink.

You blink at her, still clinging to the edge of the sink for balance, your legs shaky and your mind a hazy blur of aftershocks. Agatha’s hands are steady as she helps you straighten your clothes, her touch lingering just a moment too long, her fingers grazing the small of your back before she steps away.

She smooths the fresh top you fetched for her, giving herself a quick once-over in the mirror. Perfectly put together, not a single hair out of place. You can’t help but marvel at her composure, especially when you feel like you’ve just been turned inside out.

Agatha turns back to you, a soft, almost maternal smile on her lips as she gives your ass a light pat. “Go on, darling,” she says, her tone playful but firm. “Head back out there before they start to wonder. I’ll be right behind you.”

You swallow hard, willing your legs to cooperate, and make your way back to the dining room, still trying to regain your composure.

The two of you return to the dining room during dessert, the scent of sweet pies and coffee wafting in the air. Agatha looks completely composed now, her clean top fitting snugly as she takes her seat next to you. She even stops for a moment to dab a napkin at the corner of her mouth—the perfect picture of elegance considering she was wiping away the last remnants of your cum. You, however, can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you settle down, trying not to meet anyone’s gaze too directly.

From the other side of the table, Rio watches the two of you with a smirk that’s far too knowing for comfort. She raises her glass in a small toast, the corner of her lips quirking in amusement before she takes a slow sip.

“So,” she says casually, her tone light but her eyes sparkling with mischief, “did the mess get sorted out?”

Agatha doesn’t miss a beat, shooting her a calm, collected smile. “All taken care of. They were very helpful.” She says, draping an arm around the back of your chair.

Your mother beams, none the wiser. “Well, that’s sweet. Always good to know you’ve got a helping hand.”

Rio stifles a laugh behind her hand, her eyes meeting yours briefly. The heat simmering beneath your skin refuses to let up, and you can only hope that dessert wraps up soon—before someone else catches on.

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"we could’ve just let them in with the spare key"

*humming* it was Agatha all along

⚠️Remember⚠️validation saves lives (this fic dies when I believe nobody likes it anymore because I have imposter syndrome)

READ PART 4

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[toxicanonymity]

Stepdad Joel Masterlist

Main story complete.

SUMMARY: Reader does not live at home. Joel married her mom when she was a teen. Now in her 20s, she catches Joel jerking off to her insta and starts toying with him. He tries to resist. No y/n. WARNINGS: I8+ Stepcest, pining, angst, jacking off, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, fingering, mutual touching, degradation (both ways), grinding, oral (both ways), cheating, unsafe P in V, loads of cum, possessive!Joel. See chapter-specific.

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Halloween drabble (500) - Help with tie

Uber (1.2k)- You call Joel instead of a ride share and tempt and touch him on the way home.

All Recipes (1.4k)- You bait Joel into touching you while he's cooking for Thanksgiving.

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Amazon (2.7k) - Joel is sad and horny and snapchats you a lot while you ignore him. Bonus Snapchats! | more bonus snaps

Ring Doorbell (5.4k) - Joel holds it together at a party, only to show up at your apartment later.

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 28

part 1 | part 27 | bonus stobin scene | ao3

cw: anxiety attack, graphic thoughts of death

Chapter 7

Steve's mom leaves the week before Thanksgiving.

No preamble, no notice, no "so long and thanks for paying rent," just— poof. Gone. Ta-ta, kiddo. Have a great life!

(Or don't!

Who cares?

Not me, that's for sure!)

The worst part is Steve finds out from Ernie of all people. Ma couldn’t even tell him to his face that she’s abandoning him to the gaping maw of this hellish town because she’s a good-for-nothing coward. Some day this place is gonna swallow him whole, splinter the bones and cough up the pellet, and Florence Harrington will be somewhere far, far away, sighing empty condolences over a fresh glass of red. “Just dreadful, isn’t it? Such a pity; what a shame.”

Steve’s hanging towels on the clothes line the day after the party — after the ride to drop off Max and the hangover brunch with Robin; after drowning his headache in Tylenol and finally getting home, only to realize that he can’t shower yet because all the towels are soaking wet — when Ernie looks up from his yardwork and casually ruins his goddamn life.

“You're wastin' your time with that,” he says, propping his weight against a rake and squinting at Steve in the mid-afternoon sun.

“What?” Steve frowns; hangs another towel. It's not like they're going to dry themselves. "Why?"

"Too cold."

"It's not supposed to rain, though, is it?"

"No, but the humidity—"

Screw the humidity. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

Ernie shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

He turns his attention back to his yard, dragging the rake over a smattering of damp leaves; obsessed with keeping his little patch of lawn pristine; and Steve reaches into the hamper and sincerely hopes that Ernie’s wrong. He needs a shower, and if the towels don't dry fast enough they get that gross mildew smell to them, and then it gets in Steve's hair, and how is he supposed to flirt with Eddie if he smells like musty lake water?

"Where's your mom off to, anyway?" Ernie asks after a moment. "Saw her leave this morning with two big suitcases,” he explains when Steve throws him a questioning look. “Figured she was off somewhere nice.”

Steve blanches.

Two big suitcases?

He didn’t even notice that she wasn’t here. Feels like a stupid, selfish asshole now, because he’d called ‘ma, I’m home!’ when he got in earlier and had thought nothing of her complete lack of response, the peaceful silence of the house; had welcomed it at the time, even, and what if—

Oh, god, what if she’d died?

What if she’d been lying there dead in her room, and Steve didn’t bother to check because he was too busy thinking about himself and how nice it was not to hear reruns on the TV for once? How long would she have lain there, rotting and bloated, and— and how long would his dad have, if the gunshot hadn’t rung out? How long; how long? Bleeding out on the carpet gurgling fish sounds everything red and Steve can’t breathe—

“Did she—?” he pants. Brings a hand to his throat; tries again. “Did you- see who she left with?”

“Some woman. Relative of yours, maybe? I didn’t get a good look at her. Had a real fancy car, though. Mercedes, think it was.”

Steve chokes on his own spit. Feels his throat close up, his heart pound and his ears ring and the yellow-purple-black start creeping in like vines at the edge of his vision, like demogorgon claws; like death’s shark-toothed grin. Hungry, howling, happy as it takes a bite out of him.

“You alright?” Ernie asks.

Steve grinds his jaw so hard he feels something crack. "Excuse me," he grits out, stomping back into the house.

—

"Fuck!" Steve shouts to his empty house — to the sun-faded paneling, to the weird stain in the orange carpet. Fucking Cecelia; fucking hell.

He cleans the house in a rage, eyes hot with unshed tears, and there's a note on the breakfast table. Crisply folded on plain paper, prim cursive letters, almost comically estranged:

Steven,

Apologies for short notice. Gone to stay with Aunt Cece in Evanston. Call or visit if you like.

— Mom

P.S. Happy Thanksgiving

The words leave papercuts in his throat. Steve rips the note to tiny pieces, can hardly see for the tears swimming in his eyes, but he's not crying over this; he's not. He fucking refuses.

Somewhere along the way, the cleaning turns to blind destruction, demolition of the all the little scraps of life mom left behind: her creepy angel figurines, her vintage Pyrex dishes, an empty bottle of old perfume. Steve hurls them all against the living room wall, delights in the shimmering pile of broken glass at his bare feet. Wants to crawl over it on hands and knees. Wants to burn this place to the ground.

When the sun dips below the trees he goes back out to check the towels. The air is wet, bitterly cold; nips at his hands when the wind blows, and the towels hang heavy on the line, just as damp as before but now the slightest bit stiff with the first creep of frost.

"FUCK!" Steve roars, ripping a towel down off the line. Yanking each one down in turn, throwing them into the dirt, raging, "What! Is! The fucking! Point!"

His tears spill over then, hot and wet as he sinks to his knees with a wounded growl, and he chokes there in the dirt; the cold, wet mud, the patchy grass. Gravel digs into his shins, and sobs wrack his chest, capsize him like plunging waves, and he can't do anything but shake and cry where the whole neighborhood can see. Making a commotion; making a scene, as his mother would say, but his mother's not here. She fucking left. She left him here, and his dad did, too, and Steve is utterly, truly, hopelessly alone.

"Come on, son."

And there’s Wayne Munson, coaxing him up off the ground with a sure, strong grip. Steve makes animal sounds as Wayne lifts him under the arms — ruined hiccups, mangled wails. There's mud in his lungs. Ocean silt; sucking sludge.

His mother's gone.

"Easy now," Wayne shushes; hugs him hard against his side. "You're alright, kid. You're alright."

—

part 29

tag list under separate reblogs, comment if you’re over 21 and want to be added tomorrow

[shegatsby]

Requests are open!

Hannibal Lecter Fanfictions!

Requests;

 Sweet Serial Killer    Taking Care of You   Shard of Blood  Thanksgiving Dinner

Honesty  Losing Him  Their Secret   Whisper of Evi  Polar Opposites

 Mistletoe  Hannibal x Will Request Oneshot; First Kiss

Anxiety Attack    Audacity    Audacity part 2

Hannibal x Reader x Will; A New Beginning

Hannibal x Reader Request; Chapter One Chapter Two(final)

Hannibal x Will x Reader; Tangled In Between

 Mrs. Lecter    Hannibal x Will x Reader Request; Allergy

Jealous Kiss   Princess   Crisis of Lust   

Oneshot; Hannibal just found out he have the first symptoms of parkinson’s disease, like his hand are beginning to shake and freak out and try everything he could the hide it

 Oneshot;  Hannibal x reader when Mason Verger gets too close to their young daughter and Hannibal immediately goes into protective dad mode and his daughter immediately doesn’t like Mason.

  Oneshot; Reader is Abel Gideon’s daughter & was in medical school but dropped out after the whole “dad killing her entire family” thing. The FBI questions her when they think her dad is the Chesapeake Ripper & she is just shy.

 Oneshot ;  How Hannibal would react to and tend to a S/O who age regresses? Not super young but like regresses to 10 or 12 to destress or cope.

Oneshot; She's his wife and one evening Will randomly shows up at their house, while they're talking Will notices she has a bite mark (or whatever) on her shoulder/neck and Hannibal catches him staring.

  Oneshot; Hannibal comes home and sees that the reader is missing. He thinks she's ran away, she broke up with him but didn't tell him, she's been kidnapped, etc. He searches the whole house and just when's about to give up or start a major freakout, he finds the reader. And it turns out that the reader had just fell off their bed when she was alseep and happened to roll under the bed and stayed alseep.

Onehsot; The reader is innocent and sees the good in everyone, something that attracts Hannibal. But she surprises him when he’s under attack and she just deadass kills the guy hurting Hannibal and her only explanation is “I don’t like the people I love in danger” (bonus points if that’s the first time she tells him she loves him)

Oneshot; Reader is good friends with Will and meets Hannibal but Reader is naturally shy and quiet, Hannibal decides to help her open up with a bit of flirting and rewards her at the end of the night with the long awaited kiss!

Oneshot: Hannibal x reader request where the reader washes Hannibal’s hair and styling it the way he likes it for him after he’s been badly injured and can’t do it himself.

Oneshot: Hannibal x female!avenger!reader part 2? Where it takes place after the snap which 5 years later when everyone that turned to dust already come back and Hannibal come back to search for her.

Oneshot: Hannibal x shy student reader. He is obsessed with her while she has a small crush on him and then he invited her to her house and just cant get enough of her.

Oneshot: Hannibal caught their darling smiling on their phone.

Oneshot: Hannibal x fem(or gn) reader where she gets kidnapped and he finds out and saves her(but she’s injured). Heavy angst to pure fluff!!

Oneshot: Hannibal keeps you all to himself like a Rapunzel situation.

Oneshot: where he is in love with Alana‘s best friend. He met her after she picked up Alana from one of his dinners.

Oneshot: Meeting in an online portal similar to tattle crime where you can chat privately, they start talking and develop like a relationship but for the sake of their identities they keep their real names out of the chat one day you go to therapy and he is your doctor, he calls you by your username, turns out he stalked you the night you met.

Oneshot: Hannibal x Gone Girl type of reader who is running from her past life.

Dangerous Game (Finished) Hannibal x reader

Hannibal X Female Reader

Genre: Romance, Slow burn, SMUT. 

Summary: Y/N Hobbs an opera singer and also the eldest adopted daughter of The Minnesto Shrike, and her entire life changes after what happened. She will be the object of affection of a certain psychopath, whether she likes it or not. 

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5

Chapter 6  Chapter 7 Chapter 8  Chapter 9 Chapter 10    Chapter 11 

Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 (final)

[wishcamper]

‧₊˚AO3 Masterlist‧₊˚

Nessian

𓆰♕𓆪 A Court of Vice and Victors - Acosf rewrite ft mental healthcare, emotionally intelligent Nessian, Illyrian rebellion, and IC reckoning. Current main longfic, ongoing. 28/40

𓆰♕𓆪 ACOVAV Bonus Chapters - Missing moments from my main fic, ongoing. 5/?

𓆰♕𓆪 smoke signals - modern thanksgiving AU, nesta and cassian bond over being problem children. Ongoing. 4/?

𓆰♕𓆪 My Sweetest Downfall - Samson and Delilah AU, angst with a happy(ish?) ending. One-shot.

𓆰♕𓆪 Hands Down - Beach AU meet-cute with hot lifeguard Cassian. One-shot for now.

𓆰♕𓆪 Win Lose or Draw - Nesta and Cassian vacation in Day, Cassian is a simp for his wife. One-shot.

𓆰♕𓆪 Is This It? - Toxic!Nessian acofas canon divergence, big ouch, big angst. One-shot.

𓆰♕𓆪 Five More Minutes - Fluffy Nesta POV slice-of-life. One-shot.

𓆰♕𓆪 High Stakes - Nesta runs an underground poker game and Cassian is still a simp for his wife. One-shot.

𓆰♕𓆪 Out of the Fog, Into the Mist - Witcher!Cassian and sorceress!Nesta Witcher AU. One-shot.

𓆰♕𓆪 i can picture it (after all these days) - Soft modern AU ft mental health struggles and questions about kids. One-shot.

Gwynriel

𓆩♡𓆪 Dark Matter - Grad student AU ft neuropsych student Gwyn and insomniac Azriel. On hiatus. 1/?

Misc.

ʚ🔮ɞ Thicker Than Water - Nesta gets more than she bargained for when she asks Cassian about his past sexcapades. One-shot.

ʚ🔮ɞ Killing Amren - Killing Eve-inspired Nesta x Amren relationship post-acosf. One-shot.

[crsssie]

from one admirer to another : masterlist

pairing: leon kennedy x reader, ada wong & reader || model / penpal au

synopsis: from one admirer to another, a penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! However, much like the name... the person you're writing to tends to be the person you actually admire... surely that's not the case for Leon?!

or, in which Leon, a rising model, is truly not immune to the Ada brainrot even as a model and stays up til 3 reading an ongoing 200k fic of Ada x reader written by none other than... you... and ends up recommending you your own fic through your penpal letters, and though you find it to be an interesting first impression, surely you can't fall in love with someone from just their handwriting? Besides, you have your own things to worry about! Like, maybe, that cute model?

pilot post : twitter accounts : spotify : scrapped posts

leon (to eggs) / reader (to holiday) chapters/letters:

how do you like your eggs? / top holiday in your opinion?

scrambled? / new year's eve?

socmed bonus: new years kiss

steamed? / new year's?

boiled? / valentine's?

fried? / white day?

sunny side up? / easter?

blanched? / mid-autumn festival?

socmed bonus: mooncake fairy

baked? / halloween?

custard? / single's day?

runny? / thanksgiving?

socmed bonus: thanks given to you

poached / christmas

epilogue: first snow

Bonus! lights, baby, action

notes: posting should be relatively regular? twice a week maybe? we'll see. oh, yes, also. the "secondary" storyline of reader writing fanfiction will be elaborated in "holiday" chapters (reader's letters) update: series complete!

[cheritzteam]

[MM] Announcement on Birthday Event for V and Thanksgiving, 2023 September

Hello, this is Cheritz.

The cool breeze blowing through the sweltering heat reminds us that fall is on its way! 

This summer has been unusually hot and humid, and it seems to have lasted longer than usual.

Did you have a good summer this year >_<?

With the return of cooler weather comes his birthday, and guess who?

It's V’s birthday!

And this birthday, he's coming on Twitter to ask a very important question.

If you're ready to answer V's questions, check out the announcement below for more details ~ 😉

< ① V Birthday Event : September Relationship Question >

V is back from a long trip. Dealing with the pain of the past and starting a new chapter, he's got a lot on his mind lately.

How can he become a better lover?

He asked RFA members, but he's more confused by the variety of answers he got. 😵

After all, there's no substitute for asking you directly, right?

What do you want from your lover in a relationship?

Help V nurture his precious relationship with you.

Share your story on social media using the hashtag #MM_Relationship_Question, and try your chances to win 300 ⌛ hourglasses!

We're also celebrating V’s birthday with a bonus giveaway!

Use the hashtag #Happy_Birthday_V to wish him a happy birthday, and try your chances to win 50 hourglasses⌛ as a reward!♥

Last but not least, we're having a birthday sale on some V merchandise

so if you've been hesitant to purchase, please take advantage★ of this opportunity!

Cheritz Market discounted period : September 6th(Wed), 2PM - September 13th(Wed), 2PM (KST)

< ② Game-Access Event >

If you access the game during the event below, you'll see a commemorative title image for the V’s birthday! Enjoy the game with the new title image and wish V a happy birthday.

Also, don’t forget to claim the access reward for Thanksgiving!

Title Illustration : September 6th(Wed) - September 19th(Tue)

Thanksgiving Access Reward : September 28th(Thur) ~ September 30th(Sat)

Did you enjoy the announcement of September events?

We would like to thank you in advance for joining us for V’s Birthday Event and Thanksgiving Event. 

As always, we wish you a happy September!

Thank you!

Cheritz.

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Movie: A fucking List of Potential Extra Stuff  

I can only pray and hope that Amazon, Matthew, the boys, Casey and whoever needs to be involved do more with the movie after the strike is over, but here’s a list of stuff related to the movie that I want  

All the Deleted Scenes: Extended Polo Scene, Extended Paris Café Scene, Extended Paris Love-making Scene, Morning in Paris Scene (I swear I have been feral over it since the bloopers were released), Extended Texas Holiday Montage (I’m not sure about this one but basically the scene in the bloopers where they shove each other), Texas Campfire Scene (That really doesn’t look like it’s just meant to be a montage, it looks like a legit scene), Extended Texas Scene after Lake scene (I’m also not sure about this one because I’ve only seen one person say this exists), Kensington Breakfast Scene, Brownstone thanksgiving scene, Whatever the scenes from Philip, Pez and Zahra’s credits were from, and probably a couple others that we don't even know exist

More Bloopers (there’s gotta be more right? I literally don’t care if it’s like twenty seconds longer GIMME GIMME GIMME)

What was shot before re-shoots (like the piano scene, I’m curious what was shot before and why didn’t it work)

B Roll Footage

Full Footage of certain scenes (ex: The entirety of Henry/Nick singing don’t stop me now)

Audio Commentary: Matthew’s director's commentary, Nick and Taylor’s actor's commentary, Henry and Alex’s in-character commentary  

A DVD with all of the above

Full Cast Audiobook

More Interviews and Magazine shoots with the boys together

(Kinda far-fetched but) A Musical Adaptation

A miniseries of post canon Firstprince living their lives (that’s what I want for a sequel, not a plot, just the visual media equivalent of domestic one-shots): Living together, More about Henry’s grief and depression, I can’t tell if Movie Alex has ADHD but maybe more on that, Maybe Princess Catherine coming back and reconciling with Henry (currently writing a fic on it), Maybe? The King reconciling with Henry (wrote a meta on it), Proposal (Casey’s freaking thread reply drove me insane), Marriage, Kids, So like, snippets of the next five years of their lives

(also unpopular opinion but… personally I don’t want Henry to abdicate? It’s an issue I had with the bonus chapter but one of Casey’s IG story wrote about why they wrote it like that, and I realized it might have something to do with me being kind of young and the ideologies that comes with that immaturity. I kinda thought Henry could take a step back without stepping down, like irl Princesses Eugenie and Beatrice who had their own normal jobs and have more of a say in what events to show up to. Idk. I’m a “fix this system” rather than “fuck the system” person, and I think there’s just power in having a gay prince who can keep both his title and his love.）

Yeah I might be delusional but I am also willing to spend money on all of these things so Amazon it’s up to you

[romanarose]

Triple Frontier RomanaVerse

(Leather and Lace Universe)

Hi guys! Many of you know I have a ongoing universe within Triple Frontier that I have put a lot of time and effort into. It started with Leather and Lace with Santi and Laci's story, then Take Your Time with Frankie and Jana, now with For the Longest Time with Will and Lorelei, and then next with Benny and Cameron in No Surrender.

I decided to make a cohesive master list for the complete timeline, as with bonus chapters it can get very confusing.

Remember, each man's individual story runs as its own story you can read separate, but it's better all together. Especially with Santi and Laci, we follow the full story of finding Laci beaten and bloodied in a basement, through her recovery, wedding, pregnancy, family life. Also with Benny, his spiral down and building back up.

This is NOT a reader series. All the guys have partners that are named, described, and have extensive backgrounds. All of them come from diverse backgrounds with varying socioeconomic backgrounds, races, mental and physcial disabilities. You may be able to see yourself in many of their trauma's, ethnicity, personalities, etc, but they are not meant to be you.

All stories at 18+ and contain themes of sexual assault and sex trafficking, alcoholism, addiction and others.

Part 1. Leather and Lace (Santiago and Laci)

Summary: Santiago and the guys find a woman tied up in a drug lord basement, a victim of sex trafficking. Santi takes Laci into his home when they get back in the states, and as he and the men help her recovery and provide a safe home, Santiago can't help but fall in love with the sensitive girl. Always conscious of her trauma and always in his own head, Santi learns to navigate her, himself, and his friends as Laci turns to trust again.

Main warnings: Sex trafficking, rape, physical abuse, addiction, violence, PTSD

Chapter 1: Santiago Garcia finds a girl tied up in a basement. They get separated from his friends, can they make it back okay? Chapter 2: Santi and Laci walk back to the meet-up point. Santi tries to break the ice, but even his charm struggles to break through to Laci. Chapter 3: Santi and Benny board a plane back to the US. Santi reflects back on his last day with Laci. Will is being an ass. Bonus Chapter: Vengo a Cantarle a Mi Amada Chapter 4: Santi and Laci settle in Santi's home and share a brief, tender moment. Benny and Laci get along. Frankie has a cookout, Will keeps being an ass. Chapter 5: Laci and Santiago find a special space for them. Santi has a night out with the guys, allowing Laci some much needed independence. Bonus chapter: Sick fic Chapter 6: Benny and Laci spend the day together, must to Santi’s chagrin. Laci and Santi share a special moment. Bonus chapter: Will’s perspective Chapter 7: after a day in the park with Frankie and his little girl, Santi and Laci spend the evening in the woods, Laci suddenly very open. After things go further than Santi plans, things escalate. Chapter 8: Santi makes his round of apologies. Later, Frankie has an emergency and Santi has to take Laci to Will, where Laci, Ben and Will have their own adventure. Chapter 9: Santi takes Laci to one of Ben's fights. Later, Santi takes Laci on their first real date Chapter 10: just a lot of smut, fluff, and hurt/comfort. That’s it Chapter 11: Santi has to leave for a few days with Frankie and Will, leaving Laci with Benny. Bonus Chapter: Santi’s revenge Chapter 12: On a cabin trip, antics ensue, and Laci and Santi spend a special night together Friendsgiving: Laci and Santi invite the guys over for thanksgiving, and I made it as sweet as pecan pie. Santiago can’t skate: Santi takes Laci ice skating with the guys, quickly realizes his mistake. Christmas Tree Hunting: Frankie wanted a Christmas tree for Rosie, enlists the guys to help as he reflects on the past.

Part 2: Take Your Time (Frankie and Jana)

Summary: 15 years ago, Frankie visited Santi while they were stationed separately and met Jana Fernadez, a confident, laid back, fun loving woman in the Army to pay for school and fell in love. After years together and falling into addiction and chaos, Jana got clean and got pregnant with Rosie. Frankie could not sober up, and after the fated Colombia trip, things only got worse and Jana left with Rosie, but never stopped loving him. 6 months into sobriety, with the help of his team, Laci and Jana, Frankie is still struggling. Jana refuses to give up on him, and neither do any of his found family.

Main warnings: Addiction, self harm (act is not shown, but the cuts, blood, and first aid are.), alcoholism, extreme self loathing, avoidant behavior.

Chapter 1: Francisco calls Jana late one night, trying not to relapse. She comes to him, finding him in a deeper emergency than she anticipated. Chapter 2: The next day, Jana and Frankie deal with the fall out of the night before, and Frankie begins spiraling. Chapter 3: Frankie gives up, but those around him don’t. Chapter 4: Frankie talks to Rosie, apologizing for not being the dad he wanted to be; flashbacks to Frankie leaving for Colombia. A Little Game: just some extra LaL smut Chapter 5: All flashbacks to periods of time in Frankie and Jana’s relationship; meeting, Frankie’s relationship with Jana’s family, and finding out they were having a baby. Leather and Lace and Daisies: Valentines Day special, Laci shows Santi just how much he means to her Chapter 6: Jana and Frankie decide the time is right. A Reluctant Addition: Laci has a little request. Bonus Chapter: Learning to let go Chapter 7: Frankie feels insecure, but Jana is always there for him. Laci and Santi take a big step

For the Longest Time (Will and Lorelei)

Summary: Will and Lore keep running into each other in town. Despite the fact she's with someone else and he gets on her damn nerves, that doesn't stop Lorelei from stalking him through her boyfriend's yearbook. When Will finds her outside her apartment one night with a slap mark across her face, he invites her to stay the night, and she ends up staying on a roommate while she figures out the next steps. An ER nurse and highly independent, Lorelei has one weakness. Crippling loneliness she fills with sex, sex that ends with her pregnant with Will's baby, a man she only really got to know a month ago, and whose friends are not her favorite people.

Main warnings: Domestic violence, child abuse, eating disorders, racial issues, daddy issues, domestic violence, addiction, alcoholism, parent death.

Chapter 1: Lorelei meets Benjamin Miller’s older brother and is not impressed…. Yet she finds herself obsessing enough to stalk him through high school year books. Chapter 2: Lorelei and Will spend the night together; Lorelei unexpectedly meets one of Will's friends. Chapter 3: Will and Lorelei make a choice on the baby. Lorelei meets the rest of Wills friends. Chapter 4: A beach day to celebrate Rosie's birthday eases some tensions and reveals others Chapter 5: At the funeral, Will and Lorelei find common ground. Chapter 6: Will and Lorelei find out what they are having. Chapter 7: Ben is in trouble, and Lorelei is able to be there for both her Miller boys. Bonus Chapter: Because of you: Lorelei finds her dad again, but it only sets her and Will back. Chapter 8, part 1: It’s time for the ball. There’s some ups and downs for everyone. Jana is a queen Chapter 8, part 2: Confessions and fucking.

Chapter 9: Happy announcements turn into arguments. Alice’s true colors are revealed.

Bonus chapter, scenes: snippets of life between the fight and the wedding

Chapter 10: Garcia-Dumas wedding, Lorelei is a part of the family.

Coming soon… No Surrender

Ben is trapped in an abusive relationship and Cam might be the only person who can get him out

Oc's

Lacina Marie Dumas (Laci)

29-31 depending on the timeline, 5 feet tall, petite, underweight most of the series but how severe depends on when. She has straight, thin, blonde hair she usually keep quite short. Shy, sensitive, empathetic, emotional. When overwhelmed or overstimulated, she doesn't talk, so she and Santi learned sign language from Ben. She adores Santi with everything in her, he is her center and the love of her life, and he adores her right back. Laci is French, her dad marrying her mom and immigrating. Both her parents are dead, as is her older brother. Laci had no family left at all, making her an easy target for sex trafficking she was victimized by. Later into the universe when she's doing better, Laci volunteers at the women's shelter Jana works at, and her and Santi do respite foster care.

Jana Abeda Fernandez

35-37, Jana is 5'9, long legs and thick thighs Frankie is obsessed with. She had big, beautiful curls she inherited from her fathers side, as she did her dark skin. Jana's father is Ethiopian, and her mother is Cuban, just like Frankie. Jana grew up in a loving, stable household with her brother Jacob and sister Katie, and as a result is a confident, kind patient person with a heart for helping others. Jana can speak Spanish fluently, as some Somali. She is a social worker at a women's shelter as is highly educated. Despite this, Jana became addicted to coke and had to drop out of her doctorate program during her party era. She got herself clean, and helped Frankie sober up. She is a loving mother to her daughter, and a loyal and protective friend. Jana is bisexual

Lorelei Ngoc Giang

A tough exterior built up over years of disappointments, Lorelei is a a deeply caring 34 year old with a strong sense of right and wrong, and if you're wrong, you will hear about it, and her height of 5'3 will not stop her. When her boyfriend slapped her, she knocked out his tooth. Although her pregnancy was unplanned, she loves her daughter more than anything, and refuses to continue the cycle of abuse in their families. Herself a child of unplanned pregnancy from second generation Vietnamese parents, Lorelei's father left when she was young, and her step-father and mother treated her poorly. She has 2 younger siblings, Rene and Alex from her mother and step-father. Lorelei is an ER nurse, tough as nails and pretty as a princess. She loves everything classic and 50’s, especially Elizabeth Taylor and James Dean. She had black hair she sets into large curls or waves, and outside of scrubs dresses in classy, beautiful clothes. Her red lipstick is a must.

Cameron Andrew MacDonald

A free spirit even at 35, Cameron has lived on hell of a life. Originally from Utah, he left to live with his older sister, Bella, in Florida after causing enough problems for his Mormon family, where he met and fell in love with Ben Miller in high school. In small town South in 2003, there way no way to be out and proud and survive, so they fell in love under the night skin on Ben's barn roof. Cameron left Ben after graduation, needing to escape and travel, while Ben was a hometown boy at heart. Laid-back, stoner hippie with an obsession with "the greats" (Springsteen, Petty, Melloncamp), Cam is blunt and honest, easy-going, and happy. 6 foot and broad as all hell, under the chunky exterior is incredible strength coming from a farm hand. Cam is deaf, has an implant for work but prefers to sign, so Ben learned sign language in high school.

Alice Mcarthy

Benny’s girlfriend during part of Take your Time, through For the Longest Time and part of No Surrender. Alice knew Ben and Will in high school, Will not being a fan of her. Alice is judgmental, does not like Laci and picks on her in a mean girl way the guys don’t pick up on. She has no filter, and this causes issues with Jana especially.

[thefandomsinhalor]

Hello everyone! 'Tis the season! And in case some of you are in the mood to read some wintery (❄️) or Christmasy (🎄) SPN fics, I thought I'd put a list of all the fics I've written over the years that could help with that craving 😊 All works are on AO3 and all have a happy ending. 💜

The Hunter's Oath

❄️| 20K | T | Destiel | Cabin Fic | Fantasy & Supernatural Elements | Celestial Castiel  | Isolation | Winter | Dean and Castiel Have a Profound Bond | Slow Build | Angst |

Tasked with the important tradition of fulfilling an Oath to a celestial being, Dean is feeling the weight of loneliness more and more, after years of isolation on the mountain. Until one night, he is gifted a surprise: the god himself shows up with the desire to explore their bond for a time.

The Impetuous Engagement

🎄| 27K | T | Destiel | Cabin AU | Snowed In | Engaged Castiel | Sharing a Bed |

On his way to his fiancé who he met online, Castiel somehow finds himself stuck in a small Alaskan village, cut off from the rest of the world and with no way of reaching him. But Castiel’s fellow passenger, Dean, is very eager to help him with housing, and perhaps something more as well…

Let Your Heart Be Light

🎄| WIP |  Not Rated | Destiel | Alternate Universe - Modern Settings | Friends to Lovers | Growing Up | Fluff & Angst | Pining | Background Sabriel |

On Christmas Eve, five-year-old Dean meets a boy of the same age, named Castiel. With every passing year, their friendship blossoms, and soon, Dean knows that he is drawn to his friend more deeply he’d like to admit. The question is: will he do something about it before it's too late?

The Lucky Pairs of Christmas Underwear

🎄| 55K | Not Rated | Destiel & Sabriel | Modern Setting AU | Angst and Fluff | Castiel and Dean Are Co-workers | Gabriel is courting Sam Winchester

Sam and Dean are both disappointed when it appears that they won't be able to spend the holidays together—something they had always managed to do in the past—but this turn of events offers them both the opportunity to seek someone else to share their respective holidays with.

Pie Makes Everything Better

🍗 | 4K | G | Destiel | Bakery AU | Fluff | Meet Cute |

It’s Thanksgiving and Dean is desperate for an apple pie. Luckily, there is still one bakery that appears to be open and Dean finds the cashier to be very kind and handsome.

The Waltz of Shilly-Shallying

🎄| 36K | E | Destiel | Veterinarian and Pet Groomer AU | Fluff | Miscommunications | Mutual Pining | Castiel is Jack Kline’s Parent | Belphegor is Jack Kline’s Imaginary Friend |

Crushing on each other for quite some time, Dean and Castiel both hesitate to make a move. One thinks the feeling isn’t mutual while the other figures it’s best to focus on his familial duties and remain friends. That is until they find themselves under the mistletoe.

The Way to a Man's Heart (In a Blizzard)

❄️ | 4K | G | Destiel | Neighbours AU | Fluff | Snowed In | Baker Castiel |

Determined to spend the weekend on his own as a snow storm hits the city, Dean may change his mind when a handsome neighbor knocks on his door. Propositioning him with delicious food, no less.

What the Heart Misses

🎄| 5K | G | Destiel | Canon Divergent | Fluff | S15E14 - Last Holiday | Dean Winchester Loves Castiel | Sam Knows | Gift Exchange

After learning that the Winchesters and Jack celebrated Christmas with Mrs. Butters, Castiel takes the opportunity to give Dean a Christmas present. Which then prompts Dean to reflect on the nature of their bond.

Bonus fic (because it has one (big) Christmasy chapter):

The Moonlight Rule

129K | E | Destiel | Modern Setting AU | Slow Burn | Marriage of Convenience | Ranch | Friends to Lovers | Trauma | Home Invasion | Angst and Fluff |

After the sudden passing of Henry Winchester, Castiel learns that the late Mr. Winchester made last minute changes in his will: Dean will only inherit the family ranch he’s been running, if he marries Castiel and stays married for at least six months.

In the mood for any spn fics? Here's my whole list of works on AO3, including my latest fic Icebreaker (Hockey AU written for spn bang bang 😉) 💜💜💜

(End of shameless plug) Hope everyone is well and safe. Happy reading! Happy holidays for those who celebrate, and to everybody, I wish you all, truly, a wonderful month of December 😊💜💙

[aimportantdragoncollector]

Three Weeks of Trioholders Announcement

Everyone, thank you for all your wonderful Three Weeks of Trioholders entries so far. In honor of all the duo holders fuel in My Hero Academia chapters 406 and 407, I have decided to host a bonus round to this contest. I still intend to announce the first and second place winners shortly after the contest ends on Sunday November 19, 2023. However, from Monday November 21 to Sunday November 26, 2023, I will be accepting additional entries that will be eligible to win honorable mentions.

My reasoning is thus: I've heard from multiple people struggling to finish in time. Also, I want to give people time to incorporate the new reveals in the latest manga chapters into their fics and art. I've been delighted to see how the leaks have produced more content. However I don't want to make the people who submitted early wait too long, and I'd also like to get started on writing the prizes over my own Thanksgiving break. Thus, instead of just extending the contest, I'm having a bonus round for one extra week.

Additional information:

1. If you submit in the bonus round then you will be eligible to win an honorable mention, but not first or second place. This still gives people incentive to work hard on their entries over the weekend and submit by Sunday if possible.

2. Like in the first round, honorable mentions winners can send me a prompt and I will write a snippet for it. (Although knowing me, my snippets tend to get long. Let's say at least a snippet.)

3. You will submit to the bonus round the same way you submitted to the contest. The rules are all the same, see the event announcement for Three Weeks of Trioholders.

4. I'm not picky about time zones. You can just go based off your own time zone if you want. I will be using UTC-12 (the very last place in the world where it will turn into midnight on Sunday) as the cut-off between the main contest and the bonus round. Also midnight in UTC-12 will be the very final deadline for accepting bonus entries on Sunday November 26, 2023.

5. You may still submit to the bonus round if you submitted an entry to the main contest. More entries will increase your odds in the random draw. I will allow you to win more than once if I draw your name randomly.

Please send me an ask if you have any questions.

[jamesnelsonart]

Hello all! Hope those of you who celebrate it have a good Thanksgiving! I'm making this update to let you know that the first bonus chapter is complete! There are only two left to finish, which I'll begin working on after Thanksgiving. Happy Holidays!

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

You're the Pretender

by tuttifruitti

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Dustin Henderson, Erica Sinclair, Steve Harrington's Parents Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Getting Together, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Pining, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Gay Disaster Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, POV Alternating, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Period-Typical Homophobia, Coming Out, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Minor Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Background Relationships, Thanksgiving, Not Beta Read Words: 15,735 Chapters: 9/9

Summary

When Steve enlisted Eddie to be his fake date for thanksgiving dinner with his parents, he had only one goal. That was, to officially come out to his family as Bisexual and maybe mess with his dad a little bit. If he just so happened to fall in love in the process, then that was just a bonus. A fic inspired by this iconic craigslist post.

[typewriter83]

As we flip the calendar to the last month of 2024, I’m happy to announce that I’ve finished a holiday one-shot/bonus chapter set in the “Living at the End of the World” series. I’m determined to send it to my beta reader by the end of today.

Was that part of my WIP collection? No.

Do I have 3 chapters going from “am i the one”? Yep.

Am I also working on another chapter from “Living at the End of the World” as well as a “Donuts & Coffee” installment? Also, yep.

Will any of them be posted before the end of year? Undetermined.

I’ve given consideration to taking a break for the rest of the year, focus on kiddo and the holidays, but I don’t want to set that in stone. Writing has been difficult this year - and if the writing bug bites, I must respond. In 2025 I’m hoping to continue with “am i the one” as well as start Part 2 of “Learning to Walk” - it’s a lot, but I also have lots of ideas and outlines and plots to flesh out!

Brain rot is real, cubs. Let’s not forget we have Season 2 to look forward to, so I’ll be attempting to watch TLOU Part 1 as well as Season 1 as a recap and post some analysis before Season 2 starts. Once we have a premiere date, I’ll announce when I’m gonna start watching.

So, for those of you who celebrated, Happy Thanksgiving! And to those who celebrate in December, Happy Holidays! I hope we can make the last few weeks of this year wonderful and special.

Much love to all my cubs 🫶🏻

[silentscrying]

thanksgiving is over so now it is christmas. in the spirit of christmas, i ask the people,

i’ll probably write both eventually, but what do y’all want first?