#that being said i was giggling the whole time reading the excerpt

[jamcarven]

Something I’ve noticed in jlb’s more recent writing is that she’s appealing a lot more to like the “tiktok” audiences. idk if that makes sense 😭

but like her books are getting FREAKIER by the SECOND. for example in the that night in prague excerpt there were so many instances of sexual innuendos. and before anyone comes for me I GET THAT AVERYJAMESON ARE LIKE THAT, they were in the og trilogy and they are now and honestly love them for that. but I feel like in the og trilogy jennifer kept it more up to interpretation, there was more suspense and tension than outright nods to it. (like that one time jameson came in covered in mud and he he was like “guess” — that scene is actually ingrained in my mind)

Now this wouldn’t bother me if it was like that in the beginning but the fact that she’s slowly adding more of this into her series shows that she’s getting influenced by audiences who want more of that, and idk how to feel about it. Like how savannah and rohan are meant to be enemies to lovers or something? and they have that whole toxic thing going on. I actually really liked them but I don’t think jlb is the best at writing stuff like that. I feel like she should stick to what she’s better at. also like old jlb would NOT have let that “savvy” “british” thing slide THOSE NICKNAMES WERE ATROCIOUS THE ONLY TIME IVE DOUBTED JLB’S JUDGEMENT

or maybe i’m reading too much into it who knows 🤷‍♀️

Though I prefer her old style more I genuinely don’t really mind her new one. And anyways jlb is making money either way she can do what she wants and I’ll still love her for it

here are the instances I was talking about (spoilers for that night in prague and games untold!)

I love long tig posts they actually make me so happy

[averypassionatebean]

A humorous excerpt from this Jerejean fic I’m writing

And now, as they watched Mean Girls, a movie Jeremy knew for a fact Jean would tear apart once they finished, Jean listened to every comment or addition he made as if it would actually add something to the story.

"Are American schools actually like this?" He asked once the credits rolled, horrified. 

"Not really, but it's also not that far off."

Jean’s face twisted in disgust and Jeremy fought down a giggle. "The teachers are incompetent. In fact, I don't think a single person learned anything in any of their classes that whole year. And how was that Christmas production allowed? Would they not be disciplined for that? And don't get me started on Cady. Why would she risk her academics just for a boy? He was not even attractive, or intelligent, and I am sure that an exy racket would have more personality than that cardboard cutout of a man."

Jeremy was now openly cackling, and Jean looked more than a little smug about it. The way his accent got stronger whenever he was passionate made the whole experience even better.

“Remind me to show you every popular movie,” Jeremy said while rolling off the couch. “I can’t wait to hear what you think about Lord of the Rings.”

Jeremy predicted there would be much discussion as to whether or not they could have ridden the eagles all the way to Mordor.

“Oh, I actually know that one.”

Jeremy paused in the middle of picking up their wrappers from earlier. “Wait really?”

“Kevin really liked the books at one point. He read them for their ‘military accuracy’ which is a point we argued over constantly just because I knew it would piss him off.”

“Really? Kevin doesn’t seem like the type to get mad over that kind of thing.”

Jean erupted into riotous laughter. Jeremy would be happier about him finally opening up if he wasn’t entirely confused as to what exactly was funny.

“Oh mon dieu, I can’t believe he has fooled you so completely. That man is more high strung than me, and you have yet to see me during a real practice.”

“I mean I know he’s dedicated, but I thought he was like, chill? Mostly?” This brought another round of hysteria on Jean’s end.

“You have only ever seen him when he was making an effort at being decent. Let me tell you, he has only ever had two interests: exy and history, and it’s astonishing that there’s even room for history on the list. The next time you see him, I beg you to say that stirrups were the most useless invention ever. He will implode, I guarantee it.”

Jeremy nodded while retreating to the kitchen. He supposed his latest conversation with Kevin was probably closer to what he was normally like, but he was also almost definitely having a panic attack so he couldn’t be sure. Either way, if Jean found this much joy in pushing Kevin’s buttons, he figured it was worth a shot.

He opened up his text chat with Kevin and sent a single message.

Jeremy: So I know you’re a history major and I was wondering if doing an essay on why stirrups are an overrated invention would be good for one of my summer courses

Kevin Day: Jean did this. I know it. He is corrupting you and you can’t let him. 

Kevin Day: Stirrups single handedly shaped Europe into the mediaeval period we remember now and calling them overrated would be equivalent to calling the invention of gunpowder overrated.

Jeremy powered off his phone, knowing that he was about to receive an essay worthy of the class he was not, in fact, taking. He would open it tomorrow morning for the sake of educating himself on The Real Kevin Day, but for now all he did was wander back over to Jean and say “done.”

Jean’s face lit up with a lopsided smile. If this is what it took to get Jean to smile like that, he would face the wrath of Minyard and antagonize Kevin every chance he had.

[femmmie]

THE ISLAND

Read on AO3

Chapter 14: Reconnecting

Excerpt: Tommy had been extremely anxious on the way there but when Spencer opened the door, all that dread disappeared.

“Hey there, gamer,” Spencer joked. Or did he? He was wearing a headset, and had a Switch in his one hand.

Chapter wordcount: 1.943

Rated: general

It was four pm on a Thursday afternoon. Brandon squinted as he opened his eyes. Too bright. He had the night shift yesterday and made the most of it. He still felt some of the residue THC in his system.

His doorbell rang.

“Who the fuck could that be?” He thought.

He opened the door, still in his pjs, which consisted of pants only.

His mouth fell open.

“Hey, Brandon! Mind if we visit?” Anthony looked good. Of course, he always looked good. But there was a glow about him, something jubilant. Maybe it had something to do with the president standing right next to him.

“Am I still dreaming?” Brandon asked faintly. But as Anthony hugged him, he snapped out of it.

“Anthony, you’re back! You bastard son of a bitch, I knew you’d pull it off! Also, you pulled that? I mean, let’s be real, if anyone could, it would be you.”

They all laughed.

“Hi, I’m Ian,” the president introduced himself to Brandon.

“Hi IAN,” Brandon said to Ian’s delight. “Why aren’t you in Washington? Don’t you have some more wars to stop or something?”

“I’m undercover, the VP’s got it under control,” Ian replied. Brandon was not convinced.

“But… why are you HERE? Mind you, you’re most welcome of course! Wow, you’ve got gorgeous eyes! Those don’t translate to TV as they should!”

“Hehe, thanks! My giant dick also doesn’t really translate to TV but what can you do, right.”

“He’s a comedian,” Brandon commented to Anthony. “I bet you’re loving that.”

“Brandon, get this,” Anthony giggled. He’d been giggling the whole time ever since they entered Brandon’s house. “Me and Ian went to the same high school. Had crushes on the same girls even. We were in different friend groups but the more we talk, the more we realized we should have stuck together.”

“And you never recognized him?”

“Like I said,” Ian smirked, “The dick doesn’t translate to the big screen.”

“So, you’ve seen each other’s dicks before, you big sluts?”

“Not yet,” they both started to laugh in sync. “Maybe we should make an event out of it. Or you could be the jury, Brandon.”

“Why are you joking about doing comedy bits with the president? I demand to know, Anthony!”

Anthony started telling the story of his long journey to the ocean and back.

“Listen,” Brandon stopped him for a moment. “I am too sober for this. Who wants a smoke?”

As they all sat down in the richly decorated living room, smoke filling the air, listening to Anthony’s voice, a faint, fuzzy memory made its way to the forefront of Brandon’s mind. Did he dream this?

“You saved the world, you bad bitch!” He tried to keep it together, but he kept glancing over at Anthony’s lips. Did something happen between them? He didn’t think so… No, he would definitely have known for sure if it had.

“Are you noticing too? I can’t believe what I feel whenever the wind picks up from the west. Fresh air, in California? I would have never dreamed it.”

“It’s absolutely incredible. So, why isn’t this place overrun by journalists? Or secret service?”

“Oh, the secret service has this whole neighborhood covered right now,” Ian said like he was saying something normal.

“But I have a deal with one particular journalist, only she can interview me, and she already has.” Anthony smiled at Ian and he smiled back.

“I hate not being in on everything!” Brandon protested.

“That’s why we’re here right now, we’re getting you up to speed!”

As they talked, Brandon couldn’t help but notice. Ian and Anthony were really into each other. He decided to save that thought for his evening wank, though. But he was happy that Anthony finally found someone he could vibe with on the same frequency.

~

“Hiii!”

Tommy had been extremely anxious on the way there but when Spencer opened the door, all that dread disappeared.

“Hey there, gamer,” Spencer joked. Or did he? He was wearing a headset, and had a Switch in his one hand.

“Yeah, I’m replaying Link’s Awakening, on hero mode of course,” he bragged. “Wanna watch?”

“Of course!”

Spencer’s home was what you’d expect a gamer’s house to look like. Not an FBI agent’s house, though. The walls were plastered with katana’s, concept art of classic games like Doom and Amnesia and some meet and greet pictures with people like Shigeru Miyamoto. There also was a side table which doubled as a Pong arcade cabinet. Tommy loved everything.

He draped himself over Spencer’s couch and watched as his crush cleared dungeon after dungeon.

“Could you get me some Kickstart from the fridge?” Spencer asked, his eyes remaining locked on the tv-screen.

“Sure, I’ll be right back,” Tommy cooed, and walked into the kitchen. To his delight, it was very clean and tidy. He opened the fridge, did a double take and then laughed. It was stocked with only Mountain Dew.

“How is this man real,” Tommy thought to himself.

“There’s ice cream for you in the freezer!” Spencer called from the living room.

“Ooh, you take such good care of me,” Tommy answered.

He returned with two cans of Kickstart and a chocolate ice cream. The two cans were both for Spencer. He figured that he’d appreciate that.

“Thanks,” Spencer smiled.

It was 2 am when Spencer had finished the entire game. Tommy was in awe.

“You’re so good at this! I can’t believe it.”

“It took me a good many years of training, but I did always have a talent for gaming,” Spencer said while looking away, probably remembering something from his childhood.

“I’m really glad you came over. It’s kind of lonely playing by myself.”

“I’ve missed you,” Tommy admitted.

“I’ve missed you too,” Spencer said and he scooted over, so they cuddled together.

“Tommy, you’re a pretty chill dude. But you know. You’re also pretty beautiful. I’ve noticed it a lot during our chase at sea. I liked how you kept trying to fix your hair. It was cute.”

Tommy blushed.

“Spencer, you flatter me,” he joked.

“Gaming also sharpened my reflexes, my problem solving and my logical thinking skills. It prepared me for the job I do now. But the spy life makes it so I don’t meet a lot of people. Would you like to make it less lonely for me and move in?”

“What?!”

“Do you want to come and live with me, Tommy?”

Tommy was overwhelmed. Their relationship suddenly went very fast. Did Spencer really like him, or did he just need someone to pay half the rent?

“I, I…”

“I’d love it if you watched me play games every night after work.”

“Spencer…”

“Come here.”

Spencer kissed him. Tommy smelled and tasted the Kickstart. It was visceral, and he didn’t hate it.

“Oh, Spence…”

Tommy deepened their kiss. Spencer seemed to back off a little though, so Tommy paused.

“Is that alright with you? Or do you want to stop?”

“It’s quite alright, I mean, it’s good, no notes.” Spencer looked away from Tommy though, like he was embarrassed.

“What’s the matter then, honey?”

“Well, as I said, the life of a spy is pretty lonely, you know. It’s also very busy. So, until you came along, I’ve not really had the time to… to train my sexual skills.”

Oh. Spencer was a virgin? Or he’d never been with a guy before? Tommy decided not to pressure Spencer with more questions, because he already seemed quite vulnerable. Tommy was convinced now though, that Spencer was being sincere.

“Hey, that’s really, really okay,” he said. “I love that you told this to me, it takes a lot of courage to admit something like that. I’m willing to take it slow with you. You’re so brave, I’m so proud of you! Let’s just play another game. Can we do something easy, I’m pretty good at Pokémon?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Can I put my legs over your lap though, I need to stretch them.

“No problem.”

They started the game. Tommy was amazed by the situation. This mysterious, strong and capable agent was also a very sweet and innocent guy. Tommy thought of the word, although he couldn’t say it out loud just yet. But he did start to love Spencer.

~

“Oh my god, hi!!”

It was three in the afternoon. Amanda wore a green apron and her hair was in a bun and blotched with flour. She’d opened the door with oven mittens on.

“Hi, Amanda,” Trevor smiled. He looked happy. Amanda’s heart swelled. “This is Raven,” he introduced his girlfriend. She was a very pretty girl with a kind smile.

“I’ve heard so much about you, Raven!” Amanda hugged her, accidentally smudging her with flour.

“OH my god, I’m so sorry, wow! Here, wipe it on my apron. I’m so happy you guys accepted our invitation, you have no idea! NO, Sporky, stay inside! He always wants to escape, he’s a little nightmare, aren’t you, Spork?. I swear we’re treating him so well! He’s just a free spirit like that, ya know?”

The little doggy barked excitedly.

Amanda and Angela’s apartment was cozy and inviting. They had lit the entire room with real candles. Trevor made sure to move very slowly and carefully so he wouldn’t set the place on fire. A big Christmas tree stood outside on the balcony.

“Yeah, we loved this one so much, but when we got home, it didn’t fit in our house!”

“She’s a big girl!” Trevor joked.

“Trevor!” Amanda feigned exasperation. “You’re so right though. She is.”

They all sat down at the dining table, which was absolutely covered in cookies.

“She won’t stop baking,” Angela laughed. “The real reason we invited you, is we’re hoping you’ll take some of these cookies off our hands!”

Everyone laughed. Trevor stuffed his face with a few.

“So, your blog is still going strong?” He inquired about Amanda's new job.

“Yes! I’m so happy with it. I got my fifteen minutes of fame because of the Ian articles, of course. But now I’m just doing anything with it!”

“Must be freeing!”

“Oh absolutely, it’s so great being your own boss. You should try it, Trev!”

“I don’t know, I like a steady salary and everything. It’s been great working as a game journalist, I literally get paid for playing games. I’m not complaining!”

“That’s incredible! But what I love most about this life, is that I can just go anywhere, go on trips with Ang and blog about it, I can do flower arranging and blog about it, I can even workshop my characters!”

“I love those posts the most,” Trevor admitted.

“And then she takes them to my theatre,” Angela chimed in. “They’re always insane. She always uses wigs. I love it.

“Angela’s hosting a variety show now, did you know?”

“Oh, that’s so cool! At your theatre?”

“Yeah, that’s right! It’s called Bit City, I’m hosting it with Chanse.”

“That’s amazing.”

“You should come by sometime, Trev!”

“I think I will.”

“OH MY GOD, EVERYONE LOOK OUT OF THE WINDOW!!!”

Everyone tried to peek past the extravagantly decorated Christmas tree. And there they saw it: small white flecks, gently twirling down, melting on the tree.

“I don’t think that has happened in like, fifteen years or so?”

“It’s a Christmas miracle!”

“Are you taking pictures? Send them to Anthony! He will be so pleased.”

“He’s probably seeing it from his window as well, Ang.”

“So what? We should show him how incredible it is, the change he’s made!”

“Alright, if you say so, honey.”

Amanda kissed Angela gently. Then she texted Anthony.

[larchwood]

[image description - image of posted picture from twitter user Shashank Joshi on January 18, 2023, with comment "These aren't the marines you're looking for" (a nod to Star Wars). The posted image is a photo excerpt from a book by Paul Scharre entitled "Four Battlegrounds." Posted excerpt reads "To improve their algorithm, the DARPA team spent a week with a group of Marines out at a test site. For six days, the Marines walked around and the engineers refined their algorithm for detecting people, Phil said. "On the seventh day I said, 'We're done. We're flipping it.'" Now the Marines would try to defeat the AI system. They parked the robot in the middle of a traffic circle and the Marines had to approach it undetected starting from a long distance away. "If any Marines could get all the way in and touch this robot without being detected, they would win. I wanted to see, game on, what would happen." "Eight Marines - not a single one got detected," Phil said. They defeated the AI system not with traditional camouflage, but with clever tricks that were outside of the AI system's testing regime. "Two somersaulted for 300 meters, never got detected. Two hid under a cardboard box. You could hear them giggling the whole time." Like Bugs Bunny in a Looney Tunes cartoon, sneaking up on Elmer Fudd in a cardboard box. "One guy, my favorite," Phil said, "he field-stripped a fir tree and walked like a fir tree. You can see his smile, and that's about all you see." The AI system had been trained to detect humans walking, not humans somersaulting, hiding in a cardboard box, or disguised as a tree. So these simple tricks, which a human would have easily seen through, were sufficient to break the algorithm. / end description]

Boys will be boys

[crazyoffher]

JEZZ, THIS IS MY MOMENT. 1989 TV AND COLLAPSE IN THE KEY OF FIREWORKS POSTED. IM COLLAPSING 😭😭 (I'm saying this a little late but pretend not to lmao

IT'S SO AMAZING, I LOVED THIS FIC SO MUCH. I love fics with the feel of "we can't be together and blah blah blah" it makes me suffer and at the same time happy because in the end everything works out loll

Your feelings toward her never mattered anyway, right? She certainly never felt the same toward you, or so you thought. You knew that the trajectory of two girls together would never be accepted in the eyes of your parents, in the eyes of your church, and in the eyes of the man whose verses you read in a book every night and whose practices forced and consumed your everyday life.

I love your writing so so soo much . "of two girls together would never be accepted in the eyes of your parents, in the eyes of your church, and in the eyes of the man whose verses you read in a book every night and whose practices forced and consumed your everyday life." when I say you have no mercy on us readers I'm not lying lol, LOOK AT THIS 😭😭😭

Soon enough, it started to concern your parents as to why you hadn’t found a lover at the growing age of seventeen, having overheard a conversation between them one night about the possibility of lining up suitors, shocking you to the very core. So when the next boy came around, annoying you more than life itself at your school locker before popping the question, “Can I take you on a date?” You could only swallow your pride with a choked-out, "Yes,” leaving your lips before scurrying away.

SHE SAID YES WITH ALL THE HATE THAT WAS STUCK IN HER HEART ✊ her scurrying away afterwards, so regret doesn't hit right there

“What?” The words came out of a nervous impulse, your face falling to sadness. That went unnoticed by Lorraine, whose face had lit up in excitement at finally being able to tell you. “Yes! His name is RJ, and he’s in my film studies class. He’s so sweet, charming, and so nice, (Y/N)!”

"charming" OH LORRAINE FUCK U ALRIGHT, "charming" OKAY THEN, OKAY.

i adore how she was so generous with RJ in this part, considering that the dude looks like a rat kneaded with his hair licked

The corner twitches of Lorraine’s lips vanished, and the gleam that once filled her eyes left to form confusion before realization. “God damn it, (Y/N)!” She pushed herself back with a huff, and it was then that you recognized how close she had been toward you.

Lorraine gave another large breath, filled to the brim with annoyance. “What? What? I had this entire thing planned out since last month, just for you to not understand it!”

LFMAOOO, i giggled so hard at these two excerpts 😭 “What? What? I had this entire thing planned out since last month, just for you to not understand it!” THIS GET ME SO BAD, that's so like her to say that

she is totally irritated with the reader for not following her preparation

You finished your sentence with a new-found shake in your voice. “I’ll kill that son of a bitch.”

“There would have been no need for you to bury yourself because I would have gotten to your Bible-praising ass before you could even shed a tear.” You barked, and Lorraine paused a second of her relief to react, a small smile etching her face at your words of protection.

I love that the reader almost gave her life there just to defend lorraine and her puppy, even if they only met 5 minutes ago, this reader has totally my heart

reading this while listening to "say don't go" was SOO healing 🤲🤍 they give me the vibe of "you are in love" too, they are so taylor in love song's coded

they are so cigarettes after sex songs too, especially "apocalypse", "sweet" & "sunsetz"

i can't decide

I feel like this ask was too big 😭

- 🦦

if i’m being so fr i forgot about 1989 tv because i don’t listen to taylor all that much 😭 will be checking it out later though!

i love making myself suffer with a rendition of the whole “forbidden love” knack, adds suspense if i might say.

LMAOO i’m very glad you liked that part. it was one of those paragraphs that just flowed, and i would say its because of personal experience but also just the history of same-sex relationships and how they were viewed past-wise.

oh r was killing herself inside after saying yes regretting it immediately 😭

rj is for sure a very… questionable looking man, and i could just imagine r absolutely FUMING at the ears when they first saw him, expecting someone resembling prince charming. instead coming face to face with a sewer rat, “she picked HIM over ME?!”

YOU CAN’T BLAME R THOUGH the idea of lorraine being attracted to them romantically was far deep in the back of their mind due to the social circumstances, forgive r for being like ??? what FRIENDSHIP-like scenario is she going with this???

it took less than a minute for r to become lovesick with lorraine, that’s just her effect 🤷‍♀️ AND I LOVE THOSE SONG RESEMBLANCES OMG i don’t listen to cas that much so i’ll definitely have to dive back in on their lyrics to see buttttt i trust you on this

one’s ask can never be too big! thank youu thank youuu THANK YOUUU for your review on my story, it means a lot to see how much you liked it.

until next time 🦦

[sofoulandfairaday]

Forgive me if you've already said this, but where can I read your fics? Your opinions are always very interesting and I am intrigued to see them developed into a story.

Ya can’t lmao

No, see, I mostly write for myself because I enjoy it and therefore it’s shameless self-indulgent content. I cry when writing sad scenes, I giggle at the crack-y ones, I get flustered with the smut, I spend hours researching the little details like book titles and whether jasmine grows in Venice or not and what the magical hierarchy of cities is and how dark magic can also heal and not just destroy and how not to make the characters overpowered because that is such a pet peeve of mine. It’s very VERY specific to my taste and I overthink every single word I write (yes, the curtains are yellow for a reason). I do have a very long 50+ chapter WIP which will maybe be published when finished. Since every fucking chapter is about 8K words long it will never be finished and no one will ever bother reading it ihihihihi.

(Just publish the first chapters!, you say. I wish I could write linearly, I reply)

Also, there is another HUGE problem. Most of my stuff is written in Italian. The very few excerpts on here are translated. Do you know how hard it is to try and convey the precise feelings you had when writing something, the word plays and the very specific descriptions in another language? It’s a whole job, and a boring one most of the time, which means that my Anna Karenina length fucking fan fiction (not even close to finished) has to be translated by me in my nonexistent down time. Also, I used to be one of those people who bitched about GRRM, but MAN my story has maybe spiralled into 100 different directions and I have no idea which version of the characters I want to stick to, what order I want to give certain events, and if they are IC or not anymore. Can you tell that I’m a perfectionist and I make even fun things unfunny?

Which is also why I’m so behind with the fics I want to read and review both in eng and ita. I DO see the new stuff published and I have NO time to look at it let alone tell the author what I think.

(Also I erase half of what I write because cringe and I have a self-insert OC - double cringe - that was meant to be a fun minor wink wink character in two (2) chs that has become important so now it CAN’T be a self-insert and i have to make psychologically complex except now she’s too bitchy and then she’s not bitchy enough to the point she is nothing like me now which kind of invalidates the point entirely. Also, I hate everybody else’s OCs so why should my writing have one when I could concentrate on other characters?? Except I can’t give her role to anyone else unless I rewrite half of the whole thing so I am stuck and-)

When Olivia Rodrigo said and I hate every song I write and I’m not cool and I’m not smart (and I can’t even parallel park) that’s me :))))

I am so sorry anon by the way this wasn’t meant to be a rant you’ve just opened Pandora’s box and now I’m afraid I come off as a little unhinged. I am honestly flattered that you would send this, bless you. You’re my favourite ❤️

WITH THAT BEING SAID, there is something of mine on the internet (most of it SUCKS). Unless you know Italian you won’t be able to read it though. My account on a very popular Italian fanfic site still has my old little Bellamort song fics from when I was 13 (I can’t even bring myself to cancel them because cancelling them would mean opening them and opening them means I combust from the cringe). My views of the characters have also changed and I stand by NOTHING lmao. There is also some new stuff which is all smut (some I’m proud of and some I’ll delete as soon as I get over myself and just open the damn site) and maybe one (1) one-shot that I’m actually proud of.

And in English? The only thing that has ever been translated in English as of now is 8K+ words of filthy (and I mean filthy) PW very little P smut which I will not link on an account that actual people from my actual offline life might find (it’s hard enough to explain what’s on here) . However if you know me it’s not impossible to track down (or you can just dm me). There is no deeper meaning or philosophical themes or anything like that tho; if you’re attracted to my thoughtful metas where I quote and dissect the book passages or my quirky headcanons where I tease the characters, this is not that. This is just them fucking.

Sorry ❤️

[lavender-lotion]

3, 4, 16, please!

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

this is actually a good question ‘cause I don’t know lol. normally most of my fic comes from a single idea; usually a specific scene that I have in mind. I’ll then either write that specific scene and build an entire fic around it, OR I’ll start writing towards that scene (so the same idea lol I just don’t write out the scene first). sometimes I have a longer idea so I’ll start plotting it out, figuring out different scenes that I want to be included. this usually happens in the dm’s of a friend as I plan out what to write, lol.

mostly though I just kinda throw out words and hope they stick!

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

I’ve actually very recently realized that I only really like to write and read canon verse fics (which makes a lot of sense when I look back on all the non-canon verse au’s I’ve abandoned over the years) and so canon is a huge part of it. I write a lot of slash fiction so it’s basically me consuming media and going “what if it was gay”.

then, like everyone else, I have my own headcanons and favourite tropes, so sometimes ideas just come from putting characters I like into those settings!

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

not a lot?? I had a lil surgery 2.5 weeks ago and have sadly not written anything since then lolol. however here’s a lil excerpt from a Puckurt long fic I’m writing! this is a pivotal moment even if neither boy realizes it lol

“Noah, what are you doing?” Kurt asked, his voice rising several octaves into a pitch that made the high F in defying gravity look like children’s play. “No. No, Noah, don’t even think about it!”

His pleas did absolutely nothing as Kurt continued backing across the kitchen, his eyes wide as he watched Noah’s menacing form get closer and closer. The larger boy was grinning at him, but his shark-like smile did absolutely nothing to stop the fear that was jackrabbiting through his heart.

“Noah…” Kurt tried again, one last time, but it was futile.

With a freaking war cry, Noah jumped forward and caged Kurt in against the wall. He seemed to loom over him, and Kurt cursed the couple scant inches of height separating them for the way it made Noah seem all-encompassing.

Then, Noah very, very gently ruffled his hair.

With a hand coated in flour!

“What is wrong with you, you barbarian!” Kurt squealed, trying to duck away fruitlessly. Sarah’s loud giggles echoed through the kitchen, and were very quickly joined by Noah’s own booming laugh as Kurt continued to swat at the other boy’s dirty hands. “Mercy! I call mercy!”

“There’s no mercy in war!” Sarah screeched from where she was standing on a step-stool next to the counter, and Kurt took a moment to appreciate just how ferocious she sounded before he heard the very familiar sound of a throat being cleared.

Noah’s eyes went wide and he immediately threw his hands straight up into the air from where they’d been hovering over Kurt’s waist.

This time, Kurt snickered.

“What’s going on down here?” Dad asked in a booming tone that was meant to be intimidating.

Kurt rolled his eyes, but Noah seemed petrified as he turned his head and looked at his dad like he’d been caught murdering someone.

“S-Sorry, sir, Mr. Hummel, sir, I—I was just—”

“I think you missed a spot, son,” Dad said with a warm laugh as he tapped his own nose.

“Dad!” Kurt cried in outrage before his eyes zeroed back in on Noah. “No. No, Noah, don’t you dare!”

Once again, Kurt wasn’t listened to.

No. Instead of listening to him, Noah swiped his whole palm across Kurt’s nose, no doubt smearing flour over half of his face before he danced away with another booming laugh that was echoed by Sarah and his very own father.

With a start, Kurt realized two very important things. First, this was the first time he’d ever heard Noah laugh so genuinely, and secondly, this was the happiest his house had sounded since his mother had passed.

Slumping against the wall, Kurt took a moment to just breathe. Thankfully Noah had already turned away from him, stepping back a respectable distance. It made him want to laugh a little hysterically, because there should be absolutely no reason that Noah needed to step back a respectfully distance, but Kurt could still feel the phantom weight of Noah’s arm across his waist, and he could remember how warm he’d been with Noah’s bare chest pressed against his back.

“Sorry if we woke you up, sir,” Noah said politely. More politely than Kurt knew he was even capable of.

“S’long as you’re staying here you might as well call me Burt, kid,” Dad told him, clapping a steady hand on Noah’s shoulder.

Kurt knew exactly how comforting the gesture could be, and he smiled even as he finally moved back across the kitchen.

He dipped his finger into the bowl of waffle batter, and tapped Sarah on the nose.

“You were a terrible teammate,” Kurt told her, grinning when she stuck out her tongue at him.

“No got to me first,” Sarah said as she kept mixing together the eggs and milk.

Kurt hummed critically as he eyed the bowl. Then, he gave her a look, and said, “I respect the hustle.”

She high-fived him.

Kurt absolutely did not feel like he was going to spontaneously combust at the sheer, overwhelming amount of cute.

“What’s all this?” Dad asked, coming further into the kitchen.

He was still in his pajamas, but he was carrying his water bottle with him and it was empty, which meant that he’d started his day by hydrating.

Kurt beamed at him as he listened to Sarah explain their breakfast plan.

“We’re making waffles!” Sarah announced grandly. “I’ve never had waffles before, and Kurt said that they were even better than pancakes, which I’m not sure I believe because pancakes are the bestest things ever.”

“That sounds like an excellent start to an excellent Saturday,” his dad said in the same grand voice, and Kurt smiled warmly.

It really did sound like an excellent start to an excellent Saturday.

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[koinotfish]

Excerpt from The Secrets the Sun Keeps:

Hey, you- angsty fantasy reader who enjoys supporting indie authors- come check this out!

I don't really have any readers on this story besides my one close friend, but I'm nearly finished with the first book in the series (word count is at 136,000 so far) and would love to generate some more attention to it. I post... regularly on AO3 here. Please read, comment, reblog, and do whatever it is you lovely people on Tumblr do. Much love <3

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“I like your bunny. Can I pet her?” Tresse asked, dialing up the innocent eight year old charm. Sam tried to intercept her opportunity to pet the humongous fluffy bunny, but Erik cut him off.

“It’s okay, Indica told me she would be the one to ask,” Erik said to Sam. That seemed to make him more mad, but there was no way Tresse was going to turn down this opportunity. “Tresse, Samsara, this is my partner in crime, Florence. He’s stubborn as a mule but the most loyal creature I know. And he loves getting scratched behind the ear, by the way.” If her eyes could outgrow her face, they’d be doing that right now. Florence confirmed what Erik said to be true when he laid on the ground for her to pet him. As soon as she started in on that sweet spot, his back leg started thumping the ground rhythmically. She couldn’t help the giggle of pure joy that came from her mouth. 

A hiss from behind the huddle of people surrounding the bunny reminded Tresse of another introduction not yet made. She did her best to pick up a very crabby Fossil, but settled for hauling him onto her lap on the ground. 

Tresse explained, “This is my sister Malasi’s pet monitor, Fossil. She saved him from starving to death under a log when she r-” Sam made a pointed expression for her to stop talking, and she suddenly realized that might not be a good thing to say in front of others. If the first thing Erik heard about Samsara was that he lost a whole child in a day and a half, he might think him irresponsible. She changed directions. “She found him when she really needed a friend because she got her first menstrual cycle,” Tresse stated matter-of-factly.

Malasi and Indica returned just in time to hear this nonchalant declaration, and Malasi buried her head in her hands. Indica got all surprised and looked at her, to Samsara, then back to Malasi. Yeah, Tresse probably should leave the talking to people who were better at knowing what to say and what not to say. She returned her attention to Florence’s beautiful, thick, velvety fur and the cutest round brown eyes she could ever imagine. Why did this rabbit have horns? And why was he so big? These were questions she’d have to file away for when everyone wasn’t so mad at her. Oh, the joys of being eight. 

[my-blessed-prince]

Sunday Excerpts, Home in Narnia, Ch. 1, Verity POV, pt. II

@vsnotresponding @olive-riggzey

“Okay.” Lao said, and he quickly removed himself from her embrace. His pace was far too quick, and he entered into her small home, though not without taking a quick peek at her, before disappearing inside.

“Lao, wait for me!” She said, and she ran up the pathway into her home. Verity burst into her home, and to her dismay her mother was there.

“Why’d you bring the boy over?” She said with pursed lips. “It’s not proper.”

“You know, if I have no friends, then I’ll disappear entirely. And more missing children is not proper, mother.” With a shove, she pushed past her mother. The woman didn’t care that her eldest daughter was gone, but perhaps she would care when she had no children left or had to take care of Ray on her own.

The tiniest of smirks appeared on Lao’s face, and she giggled, the anger from before dissipating. With her arm in his, they scampered off into her room. Her mother didn’t bother to stop her. She didn’t bother to do a lot of things besides belittle her.

She shut the door behind them, if only because it was very improper, and she sat down on the floor with Lao.

“She glared at me right when I came in.” Lao said, and he opened her suitcase.

“Now, Lao.” Verity said in a drawled out tone. “You wouldn’t want to help me unpack. That isn’t proper.”

“My eyes will probably get burned out if I see your underwear.”

“That is exactly what will happen.” Verity said. “I read about it at school. Boys go blind if they see girls they like, or worse yet, know they have underwear. And then they stumble around.”

Lao started to fold her clothes, and he said “I haven’t stumbled yet.”

It was Verity’s turn to blush at the reference. “You haven’t met a girl you like–”

“I have.” Lao said.

Her blush deepened. She wondered if she was the girl he liked. Lee and Ray insisted that was the case, but it was hard to tell.

Verity started to fold the clothes with Lao. “What is she like?”

“Adventurous. Sasses her mother, and rightfully so. Smiles a lot.” Lao said. She saw his hands shake a little while folding her clothes. “I think if I go blind, it’s because she’s bright, and not because of her clothes that I’ll fold.”

“Do you fold other girls' clothes?” Verity asked.

Lao was quiet again, and he said “It’s a secret.”

She pouted. He did this a lot. Got close to admitting that he liked her, and then backing out far too soon. Ray was right, Lao was a scaredy-cat.

“How long do we have until Ray and Lee show up?”

“Depends.” Lao said. “Ray is never on-time to things. I told them that you’ll be here three hours from now, but if Ray is with Lee…I’d say five hours just to ourselves.”

“You’re naughty, Lao.” Verity said with a click of her tongue. “You would have gotten two whole hours of alone time with me.”

“But you see.” Lao said. “I figured we needed one hour alone for each month we haven’t seen each other. It’s only fair after being forced into going to separate boarding schools.”

“True. It’s the only logical choice.” Verity said.

“I also scared Lee into not showing up early. I said your mom would get real mad at him.”

Verity laughed, while she folded her clothes. “He’s terrified of her, Lao.”

“Exactly.” Lao said. “Works to my advantage sometimes.”

Verity took a pile of clothes that they had folded, and she started to put them away in her dresser. “So what are your plans after being so devious–”

Her question was cut off by the screeching voice of her mother. ���Verity! Stop flirting with Lao, and come do your nightly chores.”

Verity’s shoulders slumped, and she put the last of the clothes away. “I’m coming, mother.” She said in her most dead-sounding voice.

Lao got up, and he placed a hesitant hand on her shoulder. “To be a maid with you.”

“Quite boring.” Verity said.

“Not when it’s with you.” Lao said, and he did his famous small smile. 

She shoved his arm. “You got Lee and Ray to show up so late, so you could do chores with me?”

“I figured it would take about four hours to accomplish, and then that’s an hour alone. They could have been extra help, but you know how Ray is.”

“Whiny, and then we have more chores.”

“Precisely.” Lao said. “So, I thought it would be best to come alon–”

“Verity!” Her mother screamed again. “Get over here! If Lao can’t help, then he can leave.”

“She knows you’re a good cleaner.” Verity muttered.

“I know.” Lao said, and they left the room. 

It didn’t particularly matter that Verity lived in a very small house. She and Alina had been the poorest students at their boarding school. Aiko and Leia were some of the popular girls that hadn’t cared, and they had all gotten along. They bonded through having terrible parents. But then a year before, the three of them had disappeared when going to play while Verity was sick. 

Now she was alone, and it was experiences like this she would only have Lao to vent about. Although, he didn’t quite understand the way that they did. Lao had been an orphan since he was eight. 

Her mother was all flushed, as if Verity and Lao did something terribly offensive, and she fanned herself. Verity barely restrained herself from burning holes into her mother’s skin through her glare. Lao kept his face more neutral than usual, if that were possible. 

“I haven’t had anyone to clean for me–I might take you out of that boarding school and keep you here.”

Verity’s blood went cold. She didn’t really care for school, and she got bullied at times, but there were other loser girls that were bullied and a few sprinkling of teachers who were kind. 

“If I have an education, I can help secure a finer home and someone to help clean–”

Her mother scoffed at her. “Yes, when you’re twenty-five. I’ll be a corpse by then. You have more practical uses for me now. I’ve relinquished your records. You’re staying here. I’m homeschooling you.”

Verity’s eyes burned. She didn’t need to ask to know that there would be little schooling done, and it would be mostly chores and being a personal slave to her mother. 

“Ms. Cecelia–” Lao said.

“Shut it.” She snapped at him. “You’re lucky I allow you here. Giving my daughter impure thoughts–”

Verity’s face flushed. Was it that obvious that she liked Lao? That wasn’t a crime, was it? It wasn’t like she wanted to do very…adult things. But sometimes she thought about what it would be like to receive a little kiss.

Lao was silent, but from the corner of her eye, she saw the flame dance in his eyes. “How can I be of service, Ms. Cecelia?”

“About time you asked.” She said, and she thrust a list at him, and it unraveled all the way to the floor. Verity shuffled closer to Lao, and they looked at the list together. 

[effervescentdragon]

OMG so excited for the pirate AU sequel!! ✨️✨️ I've just finished re-reading the 1st part and its still perfect. 💗

Hiiii!! 🥰🥰🥰 thank you so much, tho i have to say its going along very slowly. As a beloved friend said, i am an overachieving idiot, so im trying to be kind to myself about the amount of writing im doing. Heres a v short excerpt, though, just because i can and because you are so kind and because i like this part very much 🥰💖

“But what about you? I saw you getting struck on the head just as Pierre was dragged away -”

“What?” Charles interrupts her, panic starting to rise in his chest. “What - I did not see him, they hit me, and - what happened to Pierre?" He feels frantic, like he can't breathe properly, like someone is pressing down on his windpipe. "Susie?”

Susie bites her lip, and when she speaks, her eyes are guarded.

“I don’t know, Charles,” she says carefully. “I saw him fighting some soldiers with Alex and Mick, and the only thing I saw before they incapacitated me was him being dragged away." She wrings her hands. "I was too busy with the bastards who were attacking me, and I didn't see what happened exactly, I'm sorry."

Charles feels the panic bubble in him, but tries to breathe through it and reassure Susie at the same time.

"No, no, please don't apologize! It was - it was a skirmish, and I got knocked out pretty early on." He smiles self-deprecatingly. "I'd say it was because of my lack of skill, but I think we can both agree this was a targeted assault."

Susie's face is grim when she nods.

"Yeah, they wanted only specific prisoners, that much is obvious." She snorts. "You would've thought they'd go for Sebastian, but then you remember what he's like, and some things really become clearer."

"He is so not worth the hassle," Charles agrees. "The only one who can keep him in check even a little is the Captain." Their eyes meet, and they giggle knowingly. Their hands are still clasped together.

He knows what she's doing, and it's alright, as far as distractions go, but Charles' heart is still beating too fast. He'd fear the worst, but there's something in his chest that refuses to let him even entertain the idea. It may be denial, but he doesn't think it is. I'd know, he thinks. If he were gone from this world, I'd know. If he had gone where I cannot follow, I would know, for my soul would break and fade away. It calms him, this irrational line of thinking, or feeling. It feels more solid than the facts Susie told him do, and he clings to it with desperation.

They sit there for a moment, holding onto each others hands, both lost in their thoughts.

"We'll find a way out of this." Susie's grip is tight and almost painful, but her voice doesn't waver. "We will, because we are smart, and we are resourceful, and we have people who will turn the whole sea upside down to find us."

Charles nods, biting his lip so he doesn't point out the obvious; that if those people are captured too, there is not much they can do, really. That it may come down to them having to rescue the others in that case.

"I'm glad you're here with me, Susie," he says, and she smiles, widely and sincerely. "You're the best ally and the worst adversary to have."

"Not just an ally, principe." She brings their hands up to her lips, kissing his knuckles. "A friend."

"Yes." He swallows heavily, overcome with emotions. "Friend."

[donaweasley]

Their Little Secret

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Plot: This can be read as a sequel to What If or even as a solo.

The reader and Loki have been best friends for long, but eventually realised that it was more than just friendship. As they secretly step into a new world, the entire team, unbeknownst to it all, makes it their mission to make the love birds realise and confess what they feel for each other.

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst in relationship, a happy ending! Oh! And late-night hazards and a long read. Sorry!

Read time: ~26 mins

“(Y/N), could you please take a look at this once?”

Loki waltzed in through (Y/N)’s door with a file in his hand. She was reading a book, when he knocked.

“It’s pretty late. I thought you said you’d go straight to bed. What are you doing with this poor old piece of rat-food now?”

“I did. But then I couldn’t sleep. So...I thought of doing something boring enough to lull me to sleep. But this old file actually turned out to be quite interesting,” he explained animatedly. “I just couldn’t understand one part. So, here I am!”

She eyed him suspiciously as he spread his arms to accentuate his royal presence.

“That, or you wanted to see me, and this file is a flimsy excuse,” she drawled.

“Come on, darling! I’m fond of you but not to the extent that I’ll have to make lame excuses to see you. Besides, why would I need to lie to you?”

After taking a moment to consider his words, she stepped beside him and asked him to show the file.

“It is here - this part,” he pointed at a chunk of printed information.

“This one is…” She pondered aloud. “That doesn’t make sense! Loki, w-where did you get this from? That doesn’t look like any mission report or anything. It looks like...an excerpt...from...a book?”

Before she could register, a kiss landed on her cheek. It was immediately followed by Loki excitedly wishing her, “Goodnight, darling,” and vanishing into a green glow.

She stood stunned for a while. Gradually, the tingling sensation where Loki’s lips had caressed her skin began to spread like wildfire through her face, and soon she was blushing and smiling like an idiot.

“Idiot!” She cursed him as she flopped back on the bed.

After a few seconds of fiddling with the bookmark, and staring at blurred lines on the page, she closed the book, and decided to call it a night. After what Loki just did, nothing else could compare to a happier ending to the day.

As she closed her eyes, sunny memories started flooding her mind.

It had all started hardly two months ago, when they were having their usual midnight snacks, casually talking the day’s stress away, talking nonsense - just the usual best buddy night.

But then something happened: a childish game of “what-ifs”.

It was fun, for the most part, until Loki had asked her about her intentions if she met the love of her life the next day. Already stained with painful memories of past relationships and with the hopelessness about her love life, she tried her best to evade the question. But Loki, being Loki, kept proding her until she gave him a genuine reason for her frustration.

And everything changed after that. Because in trying to save the other from falling down the emotional cliff, they had saved each other. They had found each other.

She laughed softly as she remembered the hesitancy in both their hearts as they had crossed the threshold of friendship.

That was the first time that she had kissed him. On the cheek. And that was even before she had fully realised that her feelings for him were no longer platonic.

That was the first time Loki had put an arm around her and pulled her close to him.

Another giggle escaped her as she remembered the moment when the soft morning light, and a stiff back had awakened her from her sleep.

Both were still sitting in almost the same position as they had been when they were chatting.

She had found herself cocooned in the arms of Loki, her legs tangled with his, both of them safe under the thin blanket that Loki had picked while preparing for their night. Her head rested on his chest, while his rested on the top of her head.

The last thing that she remembered from the previous night was them promising each other that no matter how things turned out, they’d always be beside one another. And then Loki had pulled her closer, and gently laid her head on his throbbing chest.

It was now peacefully moving up and down with his sleepy breaths. Before opening her eyes to reality, she stole a few moments to let this feeling sink in.

When she had closed her eyes the night before, there was an excitement so high in the air that Thor’s thunder would have been ashamed. It was the hammering of Loki’s heart that had eventually put her to sleep.

The morning brought a peaceful rhythm beneath her ears. It was beautiful, it was calm, it was...reassuring. She loved it more than the thrill of the past few hours.

But no matter how long she tried to soak herself in the feeling, the incidents of the night before still seemed somewhat unbelievable. How could something months long change overnight? Was it all a mirage then, cast by the treacherous night?

The darkness of the night sets the mind free to imagine anything, take any decision. But the clarity of the day brings logic to the forefront, which sometimes turns out to be good but sometimes not so good.

But...it had felt right. She took a deep breath to clear her mind. It still felt right. That was all the assurance that she needed for the moment.

As she turned in her bed, she remembered the raspy voice in which Loki had wished her a good morning.

The close proximity, the husky, sleep-laden voice, the sudden change in the air - everything made blood rush to her cheeks and ears. Loki had sleepily chuckled at her flushed state, though he was only slightly better than her in hiding his own flustered state.

Ever since, not a single day had passed when the two of them hadn’t thanked the stars.

She used to think that she loved Loki’s friendship more than anything. She was happy to be proven wrong when she experienced Loki’s courtship.

A different flower everyday, sometimes inside her room, laid carefully near her door, sometimes on her bedside table, and on some mornings, beside her pillow.

She was used to going out with her best friend Loki, but going out with her boyfriend Loki was an experience on a whole new level. Light brushes of the fingers, sometimes an arm around her shoulder, intertwining of fingers, occasional brushes of his lips on her temple, and not-very-occasional blushes that tinted both their skins.

Every day, before parting for the day, she was blessed with bear hugs from him - something that she had never expected him to be fond of.

It was the best time of her life! Almost every doubt that she had about this relationship not working out had evaporated long ago. It was - she dared to say - perfect!

Except for one small hiccup: they had to keep everything off the radar.

For one, they were still testing the waters. No matter how happy and confident they were with one another, their newfound relationship was still at its infancy, and they didn’t want to declare anything to the rest of the team right away.

Second, everybody in the compound had been teasing both (Y/N) and Loki about “getting a room” for a long time. They didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they were finally correct. Well, figuratively.

Unfortunately, the team did not know that they had already confessed their feelings to each other. And so, they were desperate to make the love birds see the truth of their emotions. The Avengers, tough and stubborn as they were, never gave up. And Loki and (Y/N) simply decided to play along.

For instance, around a month and a half ago, Tony had thrown one of his usual parties at the compound, and had brought a line of apparent suitors for (Y/N) and a host of gorgeous ladies and lads to introduce to Loki.

Though the new couple was initially confused at the unbridled attention, they eventually understood what was going on: Tony Stark had decided to use the age-old recipe of jealousy to crack either one or both of them.

It was fun, they both admitted later, to dance to the tune, and give the host a frowning face when he realised that neither were biting the bait. Instead, both seemed to be enjoying themselves flirting or dancing with their respective “baits”.

What escaped the eagle eyes of the team were the furtive looks that both (Y/N) and Loki threw at each other from time to time. It wasn’t easy to masquerade those longing glances with playful teases that two friends might share. But they had to.

Late into the night, after the party was over, Loki teleported into (Y/N)’s room. The security cameras were still a threat to their little secret.

“Hello beautiful!” Loki purred when she didn’t turn all her attention towards him as she usually did, but kept herself apparently busy in making the bed.

“Is this my consolation prize for all your flirting this evening?” She tried to keep it casual but her displeasure seeped into her tone.

“Ooh, someone sounds jealous,” he drawled.

“Speak for yourself, God!”

Loki stepped towards her, and gently caught her hand, putting a pause to her actions.

“Look at me. Please?”

She smiled as she faced him, but he could easily catch the facade.

“I know what you're trying to do. You can’t fool me, (Y/N).”

“And what is it that I’m doing?” She tried to question with the same casualness but her voice kept betraying her.

“You are trying to make it look like it didn’t affect you - me being with all those lovely people. But in reality, you are hurt, even if it is a tiny bit.”

Her smile faltered. Of course, she couldn’t fool the God of Lies!

Closing her eyes, she shook her head, “I don’t know why you’re saying this Loki. I’m perfectly fine! Why would I-”

“You and I understand each other perfectly,” Loki gently cut her off. “Or did you forget that?”

He reminded her of the one line - of the one realisation - that had triggered the tiniest thoughts of them being possibly together, if at all.

Realizing that all doors were closed for her, she tried to turn away from him, only to be stopped by the trickster.

“If it makes you feel any good,” he resumed, “it did burn me a bit, too, to watch you dance and laugh with those clowns.”

At this, she burst into laughter. Loki was glad at the change of mood, and allowed a few happy creases around his eyes as well.

“Is that true,” she asked, “or are you simply trying to make me feel better?”

He shrugged, “What do you think?”

“I’d like to believe that it’s true,” she confessed shyly.

“It is.”

“Well then,” she said after suppressing a wild grin that tried to crack its way through, “I guess that makes us even.”

“Guess so.”

“I’m sorry, Loki,” she sighed, “I lied earlier because I didn’t want to put any kind of pressure on you or anything. I mean...jealousy? That’s the first stage of obsession. And...I don’t want you to think that...”

“Hey,” Loki held both her hands in his, “your feelings for me will never suffocate me. On the contrary, they help me breathe. You have given my life a new purpose. I thought I was happy being your best friend. But this...this is even better. Never think that you’re putting any kind of pressure on me. None of those men or women out there, or anywhere for that matter, can bring me what I feel with you, for you.”

Words seemed insufficient for what she wanted to say. So, she simply nodded, and wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Thank you,” she murmured into his chest.

He chuckled as he ran his hand on her head, “Being jealous actually makes you look cute.”

She unwrapped herself from him just enough to look at his face, “Says the man who just confessed being jealous himself!”

“I never said I don’t look cute,” he shrugged again.

Shaking her head and laughing, she pulled his face down, and placed a warm kiss on his cheek.

“Go now, before I punch that cute face of yours.”

“When you say ‘punch’,” Loki drawled, “do you mean…’kiss every inch of’...?”

Blushing furiously, she pushed him towards the door.

“Shut up, and just go!”

Loki laughed as he wished her a lovely night, and disappeared into his usual green glow.

---------------

But the Avengers were not the ones to give up.

Not many weeks later, Natasha planned an evening at one of her favourite nightclubs. While Steve, Vision and Bucky backed out of the plan, given their previous not-so-delightful interactions with the loudness and the crowd, Thor and Tony were adamant on dragging Loki with them.

“We thought you liked a little fun! Since when did you start wearing grandpa’s knickers?” Tony snorted.

“C’mon, brother, don’t embarrass me,” Thor’s voice boomed in Loki’s room. “(Y/N) has embarrassed me enough. She didn’t want to go either. Said she’d rather sleep than be tormented by the blasted noise.”

She said what? That means she’s going to stay back-

“Wait, what?” Tony turned towards Thor with a perplexed look, “She said that?”

He turned around to face Loki again, “Are you two planning something or have you both become boring?”

No, no, no! They’ll add up…

“I am not boring!” Loki declared. He decided to stay quiet on the other option that Stark had mentioned.

“Well, then join us,” Tony shrugged.

With a dramatic roll of his eyes, Loki agreed.

Needless to say, his eyes went wide when he saw (Y/N) dressed up and ready for the outing when he was expecting her in her pajamas. When she silently questioned him, he immediately realised that he had been tricked.

I have to be more careful.

The team’s plan soon became obvious when, after a few rounds of shots, everyone made a beeline to the dance floor, leaving behind a string of excuses, and Loki and (Y/N) at the bar. Even through the crowd, the duo’s trained eyes could catch glimpses of their teammates shadowing them.

“Do they really think getting drunk will make us confess?” She shouted over the sound of the music.

“I’m a God,” he shouted back. “Midgardian liquor doesn’t affect me anyway.”

“Well, it affects me,” she shrugged and drained another shot down her throat, “and I love it!”

Last one.

She had started feeling dizzy. Getting wasted could be saved for another moment when she wasn’t being spied on.

A few minutes passed in silence as neither was fond of shouting to communicate. (Y/N) bobbed her head to the music while Loki eyed the mass of bodies swaying and moving with the beats.

“Would you-” Loki began but stopped midway.

While her eyes questioned him, he silently slipped from the stool, and came to stand almost behind her.

His hot breath, dipped in a faint whiff of alcohol, hit the shell of her ear as he purred, “Would you like to dance with me?”

She was rendered immobile for a while. A small corner of her mind wondered if Loki knew what he was doing to her.

I bet he knows what he’s doing.

“I’d have loved to!” She drawled. “It’s a shame there isn’t room for a waltz here, and I wouldn’t want a God like you to hop like teeangers in the crowd.”

She felt his chest brush against her back.

“I was actually hoping that you’d be up for that dance,” he pointed at a section of the crowd where bodies were gliding against each other in the most provocative ways.

Her breath hitched again. She didn’t need to turn her head to know that Loki was smirking at his achievement.

But this time, she wouldn’t squeal, she wouldn’t push him away with a timid smile. Diffidence and boldness both tugged at polar ends of her heart until boldness won the war.

Not this time. Two can play the game, darling.

“So, what’s stopping you?” Her lips almost brushed his earlobe as she tilted her head to whisper in his ear.

Where did that come from?!

Loki wasn’t prepared for this.

It was usually him who threw mildly suggestive comments which she pushed away with a shy gesture. He never expected the tables to turn so quickly.

She did not even have enough shots to get drunk yet, he noticed.

“What happened, did the cat get your silver tongue?” She smirked.

“I-I...uh...”

While Loki continued to gape at her, an inkling of panic nudged her chest.

Did I take it too far? He obviously wasn’t ready for this, but…

It all must have been another prank for him, and I…

No!

With a cackle, she sliced the apparent tension in the air. “So, finally got you, ha? Mischief!” She winked.

Turning towards the bartender, she ordered another shot.

Loki’s brain was still trying to decipher her behaviour.

Did she really mean it…? It didn’t look like a joke though…

As she focused on her drink, he thought he saw a flicker of disappointment cross her face, but the incessant dance of light and shadows made her features almost unreadable.

“You should get back to your seat, y’know?” She told him with downcast eyes.

“What?”

“The team might notice and...they might know.”

Did her voice just...tremble?

Loki hated the place: the noise, the dim lights, the secrecy - he hated the way everything seemed to veil her from him.

“I think I’ll go find them.”

Downing another drink, she hopped off her seat, and disappeared in the crowd, leaving Loki to his thoughts.

Once they were back in the compound, Loki went straight to (Y/N)’s room. This time he did not sneak into her room using magic; he knocked on her door. This wasn’t the moment to play a game of cat and mouse. If the entire compound was prying on him, he would gladly allow them to. Well, maybe not gladly.

“Hey! Hi, Loki!”

Her smile was as bright as ever.

Was it all in my mind then?

“Are you alright?” He tried to sound calm but his anxiety turned out to be more stubborn than him.

“Yes, I am. What- Come inside first.”

She stepped aside, allowing him to stride into her room, and flump down on the bed.

“I’m sorry,” he began honestly, “I thought...I thought you were upset. At the club… I thought I saw you...sad? I’m not sure. I just had this feeling that you’re probably not okay, and-”

“Loki,” she held his shoulders and gently hushed him, “I’m fine.”

Her assurance enabled him to breathe normally again.

Caressing his face, she placed a light kiss on his forehead.

“Thank you, Loki! For everything. For caring so much about me.”

“(Y/N),” he held her hand, “are you hiding something? From me?”

He didn’t miss the way she gulped before replying.

“Why would you say that?”

“Look, I’m sorry if I cross the lines sometimes. I know I tease you but those are… I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you uncomfortable or have hurt you.”

“You are an idiot! Do you know that? You’ve never hurt me or made me uncomfortable. Now, get these stupid thoughts out of your little brain, and give me that devilishly charming smile of yours.”

Despite all her compliments, his eyes did not light up as they usually did.

“Are you sure?” He asked her.

“Absolutely!”

“You’ll tell me if you’re upset, won’t you? Promise me.”

He took note of how she licked her lips before nodding.

Something is not right.

“Come here,” he pulled her in his arms, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “And I’m not an idiot. I am smart.”

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The next few weeks turned out to be more and more challenging as the team was now hell-bent on getting them exposed. What made them so sure of their relationship was still a mystery to the couple.

“Are we that obvious?” (Y/N) asked Loki one day.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “It is said that it shows on the faces of those in love. So, I guess...”

The words, coming from him, filled her with warmth. If that be true, and if everyone could see that they were in love only by looking at them, then she’d happily trade their secrecy for more obviousness.

But every time they came close to taking the relationship to the next level, she would find Loki backing away. Every time they had the opportunity to reveal their beautiful secret to the team, he would quickly shield both of them.

Why, Loki? Do you not want us?

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It was a rainy evening when Tony had gathered everyone in the living room. At first (Y/N) thought that it was an urgent meeting for a new mission. But when she knew the actual reason behind it, she couldn’t prevent the snort that escaped her.

“Excuse me?” Tony pointed at her. “You got some problem, princess?”

“Truth or dare? Like, how old are we? Twelve?”

Tony spread his arms as if to silently make a point. “Since when did you start categorizing fun into ages? Ever since you started dating Rock of Ages?”

“Hey!” Loki made a tiny protest at his nickname.

“We are not dating,” (Y/N) deadpanned.

“And there goes my question,” Wanda sighed from across the room.

In response, (Y/N) simply rolled her eyes, and grumbled, “Kids!”

Once the game started, the team wasted no time in getting to the point: (Y/N) and Loki.

The first one to get attacked was Loki.

“No, no truth for you,” Sam chimed in just as Loki sucked in a breath to choose “truth”.

“He’s the God of Lies!” Sam announced, “He can easily slip away with any lie!”

“The bird’s got a point!” Tony agreed, followed by everyone else. “‘Dare’ for you!”

“This is not how it works,” Loki protested.

“Did you play this on Asgard? Thor?”

“No, we had never even heard of it until we came here,” the big brother responded.

“But-”

“Nah-ah!” Tony didn’t let him finish. “This is exactly how it is played. Who wants to give the God of Mischief a mischievous dare?”

(Y/N) wanted to protest; she wanted to tell Tony that he was bending the rules to get to them. But any word of support would further corner them both. All she could do was play along.

“Kiss (Y/N). And you know where I mean.”

Nat’s voice yanked her out of her thoughts. She watched in horror as Loki’s expressions changed from shock to anger while the entire team cheered.

“Nat!” (Y/N) jumped up from her seat, “do you even hear yourself? He’s my best friend! We can’t just...”

“Why not?” Sam questioned with a smirk. “You seemed to be enjoying it when I was asked to kiss Buck. He’s my best buddy.”

“Speak for yourself,” Bucky mumbled.

“C’mon, it’s just a game! Don’t be a spoilsport.”

Steve?? Et tu?

Rubbing her eyes, (Y/N) tried to find a way out of it. She knew well that if Loki kissed her, she’d melt into it. Everything would become obvious.

No, no, no!! This can’t be. They can’t just expose us like this. Loki would be so....

Wait, why isn’t he saying anything?

She opened her eyes to see Loki standing. His expression was unfathomable.

Oh no! Is he going to…

“This is outrageous!” Loki snapped and turned on his heels to walk out of the room.

Oh!

For reasons she did not want to explore then, (Y/N)’s heart dropped several feet. She was expecting a similar reaction from him but wasn’t hoping for it.

Quickly gravitating back to the situation in hand, she stammered an excuse or two for his behaviour, and followed his tracks to check on him.

Once both of them were out of earshot, Tony leaned towards the group, “Did we save it or kill it.”

“Looks like we killed it,” Sam sighed.

“Trust me,” Wanda smiled, “we saved it.”

“Vision? What do you think?”

“I still do not understand why you have to torment them like this. Let them come out when they want to. It’s-”

“Okay!” Tony interrupted him. “Sorry I asked! My bad!”

The door to Loki’s room was half open when (Y/N) arrived. Gingerly, she admitted herself inside.

Loki was standing at the window, with his back towards her. His head was bowed but his hands were curled into fists on both sides of his body.

“Loki?”

The name came out so softly that she couldn’t be sure if he had heard it, given that he did not move at all.

But before she could call him again, he spoke.

“I did not want this to happen,” his voice bore that particular kind of seriousness that usually preceded an unwanted or unhappy revelation.

What?

“I am sorry, (Y/N).” He turned towards her, and she realised in an instant that he wasn’t fooling around.

“What are you talking about, Loki? What did you not want to happen?”

Her chest felt tighter with every passing second.

Please, not what I’m fearing.

“This,” his hand vaguely gestured towards the hallway. “Whatever happened just now. I knew they would come down to this one day. I never wanted-”

“It’s okay,” she interjected. “I did not like that either. Although they meant no harm. It was just for fun… And I understand if you're having second thoughts. This entire thing between us was just something… y’know, a spur of the moment kind of thing. I totally understand if-"

"(Y/N)! Where is this coming from? What are you even talking about?"

She couldn’t make herself look at him, for if she did, he could clearly see the moisture pooling in her eyes. She needed to appear strong.

“Loki, you’ve always been my best friend. And I’ve loved that. You know it. And it’s okay if this new turn in our relationship does not turn out to be something that you had hoped for. It happens. It’s okay-”

“It’s not okay for me,” Loki grasped her hands. “What are you saying? Why? A-are you not happy with me? Have I done something wrong? Did I offend you in any way?”

What is he saying? I thought…

As she looked up at him, a couple of drops ran down her cheeks and on her shirt.

“(Y/N), please tell me. You had promised to tell me anything and everything that upsets you. So, tell me what happened. Why do you speak of our relationship as if it was a mistake?”

“It never was a mistake for me,” she breathed, “I thought you felt...I thought you...”

“What?”

The shaky way in which the question came out of him stung her more than any thought of Loki not wanting this relationship. It was then that she realised how badly she had hurt him.

He never wanted to leave! He always wanted me? Us?

She didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry,” she finally managed. “I thought that you...didn’t want...this. Us. I-”

“Why would you even think so? Why would you bear such thoughts when I love you with every fiber of my being?”

Her head snapped up.

“You love me?” Her own voice became shaky.

“Of course, I do,” he gently placed a hand on her cheek, “always have. At first I thought it was a love for friends until that night, when I realised that I wanted to be more than just friends with you.”

More tears fell down her cheek as she rejoiced in the moment. Loki wiped them all, and placed soft kisses on each cheek.

“And all this time, I was afraid that you’re having second thoughts,” she confessed.

“And why is that?”

“Because...”

How do I say that it’s because you haven’t kissed me yet? And ran away from the one moment we had today, albeit in a not-so-comfortable situation?

“Because I haven’t kissed you yet?” Loki asked her.

Her heart beat so violently, she could have sworn that Loki could hear it. Her tongue felt too heavy to speak.

“I didn’t think you were ready,” he admitted. “That is the reason why I did not dance with you in the club either. I was teasing you, yes, but when you responded I was definitely taken aback. I wasn’t sure if it was you or the ambience talking. So…

You have always shied away from any comments that I make, and...I did not want to push anything on you.”

“Oh, Loki!”

She hugged him so hard that even the Asgardian had to take two steps back to balance himself.

“I’m so, so sorry,” she wept into his shirt. “I misunderstood your actions for… I pushed you away. I thought you weren’t ready for this relationship. I’m sorry!”

Tears of both apology and relief flooded her. He tried to sush her as he rocked her slowly from side to side.

After taking a moment to compose herself, she stood straight. Loki looked at her red-eyed, tear-stained face and tutted.

“Doesn’t suit you, darling. Show me your crazy, grinning face.”

With a chuckle, she gave him a funny face-splitting smile, making both of them laugh.

“(Y/N), I didn’t want to kiss you because of a game or under the watchful eyes of that insufferable bunch of imbeciles. But if you will allow me now, I-”

“Just stop being so polite for a change, and kiss me,” she tugged at the collars of his shirt.

Loki didn’t need to be asked twice.

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In the hall, the Avengers were busy speculating the outcome of their little plan, when the couple in discussion walked in. Hand in hand.

“Yes, we had changed our relationship status around six months ago,” (Y/N) announced to a stunned audience.

“And yes, we kissed. Just now. And I hope you know where I mean,” Loki added before dragging his love away towards the elevator.

“What was that?” She whispered as she was being whisked away.

“What?” Loki asked innocently, although his eyes stated otherwise.

“You didn’t need to declare that we just kissed!” She laughed as the doors of the elevator closed.

He shrugged while jabbing at a button. “They wanted us to kiss anyway. So, I gave them the satisfaction of knowledge. Besides, they need to know who you belong to now.”

“Aha! Possessive?”

“No! I also made it clear who I belong to now.”

He smiled as the doors opened to the hallway that led to his room. And once again, his words had rendered her speechless.

Silver tongue!

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You can read the backstory here.

And here's a song to sing along and keep the mood floating...

[princeandcrow]

Highly Irregular

Excerpt from the most recent chapter of my fic The Prince and the Crow - The Year of the Snake.

*A/N: This is a severitus fic. Harry met Luna between his 1st and 2nd year. Pandora was a potioneer and died in a potions accident. Petronella is my ofc.*

‘Luna.’ Harry hisses, trying to get her attention before the Potions Master sees her and probably berates her for being in the wrong class. Harry was used to Snape’s acerbic comments now, but Luna seemed so soft and innocent, she would surely be upset by his manner. ‘Pay attention Mr Potter.’ Snape drawls, picking out Harry’s whispered voice instead, as he waves his hand at the board. But as he turns to check that everyone is looking, he pauses and squints. Oh no. Harry thinks. He’s spotted her.

‘Miss Lovegood.’ Snape says. ‘You are aware that this is second year potions?’ He intones silkily. The whole class turns around to look at Luna, who simply smiles back, swinging her legs under the bench. ‘Yes sir.’ She says sweetly. Snape squints again. ‘And that you are a first year.’ He drawls. Many of the students titter and whisper. ‘Yes sir.’ She says again. ‘Then may I ask what you are doing here?’ ‘Well as I told Petronella, Wednesday afternoons are not the right time to be divining dreams.’ She says plainly. ‘Divination is a third year elective.’ Snape growls, becoming a little frustrated. Harry wants to tell Luna to quit while she’s ahead, but he thinks his interference will probably only make matters worse. ‘Silence!’ The Professor snaps at the growing giggling amongst the class, as if proving Harry right. He pinches the bridge of his nose. ‘You will all familiarise yourselves with today’s instructions. Do not touch anything until I return.’ He intones firmly. ‘Miss Lovegood.’ He crooks his finger and leads her into his office.

Severus leads Luna into his office and closes the door. ‘Firstly, what is this about you taking divination?’ He asks. ‘Well, Sybill always said my mam had the gift, and she wanted me to start taking classes right away, so Filius arranged my timetable to fit it in, but really I can’t imagine why she would have me studying dreams on a Wednesday afternoon, it really is the worst time, nobody ever dreams on a Tuesday, and…’ Severus cuts her off by holding up his hand. He is going to need a headache draught at this rate. ‘Miss Lovegood, firstly it is Professor Trelawny and Professor Flitwick.’ ‘Yes sir.’ She says. ‘Secondly, far be it from me to actually encourage anyone to take Divination,’ He sneers derisively, ‘but if special accommodations have already been made for you to study the subject two years ahead, do you not think it rather rude to simply not turn up?’ ‘Oh, no sir, I’m sure Professor Trelawny won’t mind.’ Severus opens his mouth to dispute this, then realises that it is probably true. That’s if the Divination Professor even noticed that the girl was missing. He observes Luna for a moment.

‘What are the three main ingredients in a swelling solution?’ He asks. She looks questioning for a moment and he is about to send her packing when she answers. ‘Well, I suppose you are looking for Nettles, Puffer-fish eyes, and Bat spleens, though really the water is equally important. It wouldn’t be a very good solution without it now would it?’ She laughs.

‘Hmm.’ He scowls. ‘This is highly irregular.’ The Potions Master observes the young witch. From what he has seen of her so far in classes she is indeed quite skilled in potions. Unsurprising in a way given her mother’s talent. She has also shown great caution when it comes to accidents. A little too much at times. ‘You will be expected to keep up. You will not be receiving any special treatment. One mistake and you’re out. Is that understood?’ ‘Yes sir.’ She repeats politely.

‘Petronella will literally gut me if anything happens to you.’ He mutters as he leads the way back into the class.

Read the full fic here.

[pinkpastels113]

Burning Red- Chapter 4

Can be read as a one-shot.

Seeing as how I still have quite a few things in my life to do and don’t currently have the time to sit down and write the next chapter of BM, here’s the next chapter of the mood-fic that I've been trying to get done…

Thank you all so much for understanding and for your patience, and I’ll get to BM, AoA, and part two of Give Me a Shot as soon as I can. 

Also, I don’t know if I have said this before or not, but this is a mood-fic, so each chapter is a different mood and don’t necessarily follow a specific/consecutive timeline, meaning if some chapters have Chloe pining for Beca and others have them being “couple-like,” it’s just cuz I believe that that dynamic is the best one for that particular “mood.”

With that being said, on with the show, and don’t be hesitant to let me know what you think!

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,769

Relationship: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell

Summary: Chloe Beale is red. Red has different shades. Each one of them represent something completely different. But is different all that bad?

B/C. In progress. Rating subject to change.

On ao3 or ff.net or here... Find the first three chapters here.

(No excerpt because it is not that long and the whole thing is below anyways...)

Rose/Sleepy

Beca wakes to the quiet click of the bedroom door next door and to the feel of a hand sliding across the bare expanse of her stomach. She blinks, blearily, squinting against the morning light shining through the curtains of her bedroom window, and is just about to stretch when the hand on her stomach moves up and brushes against the underside of her breasts. 

Jolting at the sudden sensation, Beca’s brain finally kicks into gear, and she quickly glances down the opening of the sheets covering her chest to see a movement under the thin material of her shirt. Even as she stares, trying to figure out what and how exactly the hand is doing/got there, it shifts once again—this time tracing against the line of her ribs—and a waft of faint floral shampoo fills her nose. 

Chloe. 

Beca lets out a shaky breath, and closes her eyes as she thinks back to the day before, to the events that had led to her redheaded best friend cuddling up to her in her bed in her room in Bella House early Monday morning. 

Yesterday afternoon had come with a bright and heated sun, and combined with the excitement and sadness of Aubrey leaving the Bellas and moving out to do whatever she needed to do to move on with her life, the Bellas had suggested that they spend the day going to the beach and sending their former captain out with a last hurrah, and so Beca and Chloe had put on their bathing suits and agreed, and went out with the rest of the Bellas to spend the day and early last evening doing just that. 

Obviously, Beca had avoided Chloe like the plague—since she is harboring a pathetic and hopeless crush and she had looked so damn delectable in her baby blue bikini set and wind swept red hair—and had absolutely refused to help her with the sunscreen on her back and shoulders when Chloe asked, not even five minutes in and under the scorching glare of the sun. 

(Beca had taken great pride in doing so, especially when Chloe had doled out her signature puppy eyes and quivering pout.)

Apparently, Chloe had not asked anyone else to do it for her when Beca had said no, and had continued on sunbathing and swimming in the water, acting as if she did have the protection of the reflective product on her fair and sunburn prone skin. 

(Beca had felt bad for refusing then, but was still proud of herself for not falling into the trap of rubbing her hands all over the silky expanse of her best friend’s body.)

Then, later that evening, when Chloe had winced as she sat down in the booth of the restaurant that they all had picked out for dinner, and Aubrey had noticed and furrowed her brows in worry, Beca had mentally slapped herself in the sudden realization that because of her flat out opposition to heed Chloe’s request and Chloe’s weird but stubborn unwillingness to go to one of the other Bellas for help, her back had been completely vulnerable under the harsh light of the sun, and is now (then) likely sunburnt and the reason for her gesture of pain as she laid gingerly back onto the seat of the booth. 

(Her pride had sizzled out then, like a shake of a fire on a matchstick, and guilt had become a fast replacement, seizing her chest and clogging her throat, and Beca had alternated between hanging her head in shame—concentrating on digging into her food—and casting short but hopefully apologetic glances over to the giggling but inconspicuously flinching woman on her right.)

So, late last night, when it came time for everyone to go to bed and prepare for their classes the next day, Beca had not hesitated for even a second when Chloe knocked on her door and bit her lip and practically begged to sleep in her room—on the excuse that she was sad that Aubrey is now going to be miles away and she needs someone to act as a distraction for her impending emotions—and had nodded and pulled the sheets aside and scooted when Chloe shut the door and meekly made her way over. 

(Beca had felt so sorry then, and would have done literally anything Chloe wanted her to do, even if that included her pushing aside her feelings and panic and allowing her to be a cuddle buddy for her best friend/crush/love of her life.)

So now—now that it’s morning and the events of the day before have fully manifested into Chloe dozing against her back and Beca discovering that the redhead is particularly handsy even at the early hours of the day—Beca is reluctant but anxious to get up, torn between not wanting to wake Chloe up with her activities and not wanting to allow herself to indulge in the feeling of having Chloe’s hands wander further, and she watches with bated breath and pounding pulse, as the lump of Chloe’s hand drifts from her ribs up through the valley of her bare chest.

Beca gasps, her arm twitching against her pillow, and then she’s suddenly removing Chloe’s hand from under her shirt and rolling off the side of her bed, heat rushing into her cheeks and between her legs as she looks frantically around for her dresser and new change of clothes, so she can dart into the bathroom and take a shower and wash off the scent and feeling of Chloe’s fingers dancing and gliding across her sensitive skin.

Locating the furniture in which she keeps her clean bras and underwear, Beca tip toes her way over, quickly but silently pulling out what she needs from the top and middle drawers, and runs into her closet to snatch a flannel and a pair of jeans before beelining her way to the bathroom door.

She closes and locks the door behind her, and lays her head briefly against the edge of the sink before stripping and stepping under the cold stream of the shower.

The water patters against the burn of her face, the jitter of her arms, the flutter of her chest; the cold temperature soothing the warm aftermath of Chloe’s fingertips sliding on her stomach, and Beca sighs as she lays a hand on the shower wall, absolutely refusing to relieve the tension wounding up the nerves in her body in her sudden desired way when the subject of it is laying just outside the bathroom door.

Timing herself at around five or so-ish minutes, Beca turns off the water and steps out, wrapping a towel tightly around her body and reaching for the materials to brush her teeth and wash her face once she has succeeded in making her way over to the sink and wiping the residue off the accompanying mirror. 

Once she is done with everything in her list of her usual morning routine, Beca unwraps the towel and tosses it aside and dresses herself in the clothing that she had hastily put together in the presence of the dozing redhead in her bed. Buttoning the last button on her flannel, she glances into the mirror one last time before gathering up her things and opening the door, dumping the bundle in her arms into the hamper in her room.

“Beca?”

Beca jumps, glancing over her shoulder to the source of the tired and raspy voice, and despite all the chemical reactions still happening throughout her entire being, she still finds it within herself to dole out a soft and gentle smile.

“Hey.”

Chloe squints at her, her hair tousled and her back resting against the headboard, looking like she is caught between the haze of sleep and the awareness of consciousness, and she yawns, before scratching a hand under her pajama shirt and mumbling, “Where’re you going?”

Beca gulps, eyes taking in the way the early morning light bounces off messy red curls, her feet seemingly magnetized to the beautiful sight right there in her room, and she sits at the edge of the mattress, “I’m going to class, Chlo.”

Unfocused blue orbs blink slowly behind half-mast eyelids, and there's a rosy red hue dusting across her face and neck and what Beca could make out of her shoulders and back, and Beca has to lean in to catch her next words, “Why do you have to go?”

She flits her gaze uncertainly and confusedly between Chloe’s eyes and feverish disposition, concern suddenly taking hold in her heart, palms pushing into the soft sheets under her hands as she shuffles closer still to her unnaturally bleary and sleepy  best friend, “Because I don’t want to be behind and risk spending less time with you and the rest of the Bellas.”

Chloe shakes her head and reaches for her, burying her face into the crook of Beca’s neck, and Beca is shocked at the burning temperature of her skin, “No. Stay, Beca. I don’t want you to go.”

Beca’s hands instinctively leap to tangle in Chloe’s hair, and she drags herself further onto the bed when Chloe crawls into her lap and wraps her legs around her waist, her eyes dropping to the slit at the back of Chloe’s pajama shirt, and she softly curses at the redness covering the expanse of Chloe’s back, the guilt from last night once again hitting her at full force, “Chloe, I think you’re sick.”

“I don’t care,” her voice puffs into her ear, weak and faint, “I just want you to stay. Stay, please, Becs. I don’t want you to leave me, too.”

Beca’s heart clenches in on itself and drops several feet, and she hastily nods and cradles the exhausted and sunburnt redhead tighter against her chest, her legs giving out and her heels digging into the mattress, and she says, “Of course, Chloe. Of course I’ll stay. I won’t ever leave you.”

Because she couldn’t leave her, not when Chloe is hot and feverish and it was all her fault. 

Because it was her fault that she refused to give in to Chloe’s request, too scared and self-protective to just take the damn sunscreen and smooth its contents over the places on her skin that she found it hard to reach.

Because it was her fault that Chloe is now acting this way, needy and desperate for her to promise to be endlessly by her side.

Because it was her fault that Chloe is now having to live with the fact that rose red to her is to be mind-numbingly and feverishly sleepy.

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Um… yeah. Let me know what you think and I’ll see you for another? (Or whatever comes next?)

[hella1975]

Fun fact! When I was in elementary school I was very closeted, I was at my friend Flora's birthday sleepover. Flora--very cishet, well liked, a little mean. Kay--my crush, very gay but I didnt know it yet, super nice. Of course, we did the whole talking about crushes thing, and soon their eyes turned to me. They were ten year old girls--and they were hungry for any scraps of gossip they could get their grubby, chipped nails on. I did not like any of the boys in our grade, except for the computer and dnd nerds who talked about Lord of the Rings with me and laughed at my chemistry jokes. Even then, it was purely in the sense that I admired them and appreciated their friendship. I frantically sifted through all of the students I could think of, and finally thought of the perfect lie. Max. Curly dark hair, flawless grades, athletic and beautiful. I knew of at least five girls who had asked him out and been turned down. He had to move constantly during recess to keep from being swarmed-- both by his friends and not so secret admirers. I disliked him immensely. It was perfectly believable. The only problem? It pained me to utter the words. I liked g i r l s, damn it all, and even implying anything otherwise was nearly impossible. Finally, blushing, defeated, I admitted that I had a crush on Max. They nodded, smiled, and then Kay said that she had a crush on a girl. The raw emotion I felt then really cannot be explained with human words.

Fast forward, and every single time Max talked Flora giggled at me conspiratorially. Kay just looked at me as if to say, you poor, poor bastard, and patted my knee. At the school dance that year, the three of us walked down to the cold, creepy basement where they were holding karaoke. Max was singing. In slow motion, Flora turned to me, and the look in her eyes was e v i l. I knew exactly what she was going to do. She grabbed onto my arm, and I managed to yank it away and run up the stairs. Kay ran with me, Floras hetero, hetero laughter echoing behind us. We found refuge in a third grade classroom, where we split five dollars between cotton candy and getting cats painted on our faces.

Now, roughly five years later. I am close friends with Kay. I'm a little bit in love with her.

this reads like a fucking coming of age story except an actual good one that feels reflective of teenage life and isn’t just cringe and offensive. you had me at “they were hungry for any scraps of gossip they could get their grubby, chipped nails on”. you transported me there and boy was i invested. i can hear flora’s hetero hetero laughter. i almost threw my laptop when max started singing. anon you are living in a movie and do you know what happens in movies? the protag gets the girl. this is not ‘a little bit in love’ this is ‘a random person on the internet wants me to marry this girl because the sheer romance and drama of this single excerpt was so overwhelming’. please keep me posted on you and Kay x

[edna-skiffens]

Calm in the Storm - 3.1K

Calm in the Storm / Harrison Osterfield

Summary: You’re terrified of storms and your friendly neighbor, Harrison, comes over to help you stay calm.

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: fluff, sarcasm and cuteness, storms is guess

A/N: This is an excerpt from a fic I’m working on but may never finish. Ha. (But if it ever does get finished then act surprised when it reappears, possibly slightly different.) LMK if you like it and would be interested in a slow burn, college AU fic. :)

Another crack of thunder roared in the skies, sending a shiver down my spine and a scream from my lips. Call me a wimp if you want. I hate storms. Capital ‘H’ Hate them.

What makes this situation even worse is it being late at night and the meteorologist saying that it won’t let up for hours. The wind is howling, the eerie sound of the flood warning is going off and they tell us of trees down on numerous roads. Apparently half the county is out of power, but thankfully we still hav-

With a flicker of light I’m plunged into darkness, wishing I could’ve knocked on wood sooner.

I think I might have screamed again. I’m not even sure. I just know that I really don’t appreciate Mother Nature tonight.

There’s a rapid knock at my door which evokes the third scream from my lungs this evening; I’m going to lose my voice.

I creep my way to the door, careful to not give away my presence in case it’s a serial killer. They are the only ones out in this weather, right? I mean, that’s what the movies make you believe.

I shouldn’t answer. I’ll just wait here until they go away and they’ll never know someone was in here. But what if it’s someone lost in the storm? I can’t leave them out there. But that’s probably what the serial killer wants me to think.

The knocking starts again, causing me to jump and cover my mouth so my squeal won’t give away my position.

“Y/N, open up. It’s Harrison.”

Harrison? Why doesn’t he go to his own apartment upstairs? At least it’s not a serial killer. God, I hope.

I open the door to see a soaked and slightly irritated Harrison, flashlight in hand. “What took you so long? I knocked twice.” He huffed as he brushed past me and inside the dark apartment. “God, don’t you own any candles. You know the power is out?” I’m starting to regret letting him in as he blabbers on, but I answer anyway.

“Yes, I obviously know the power is out. I haven’t had time to gather any candles.” I answer while fiddling with the flashlight on my phone to find any element of light I could use. “And I was scared,” I admitted in a much softer tone and volume, “I had to make sure you weren’t a serial killer.”

His laugh makes me jump much like the thunder had. “Are you serious? You thought I was a serial killer?”

“Well not you, you. But it could have been a serial killer at my door. It’s storming something horrible outside, that’s how it always happens!” I try to rationalize my thinking.

“God, Y/N. You do realize you don’t live in a Lifetime movie.” He laughs with a much lighter tone. I just roll my eyes, realizing that any other response will result in an endless cycle of teasing at this rate.

“Why are you here any way?”

“Well, I heard your screaming from my apartment and wanted to make sure you were okay.” My heart swoons for a moment, until he continues his thought. “I mean, I had to come protect you from all the serial killers out in this storm..” I whack him with my arm as he cackles, resembling something of a demented monkey.

“Very funny. I don’t like storms, okay?”

“But why?”

“I don’t know? Why are you so funny looking?”

Great comeback. One for the books.

He only rolled his eyes, sensing that I wasn’t in the mood. And we both knew that I was lying because he was far from funny looking.

“Well don’t be scared. You’re safe with me.” He smiled at me in the dim light and we stared for a moment before he continued. “Okay, okay. Let me see what I can do to help.” He said while hanging up his raincoat and walking away, flashlight in hand.

I found all the candles I owned and the two battery powered lamps. I gathered them together in my living room when Harrison joined me.

“I called the power company. They said the better parts of three whole counties are out of power and the storm isn’t even over yet.”

I let out something between a groan and a whine, not caring how much of a child I was acting like. “What does that mean?”

“It means it could be awhile before we get power back, maybe even all night.” He gave me a soft smile before continuing “We best buckle down.”

Every time a particularly loud clap of thunder roared I couldn’t help but jump. I felt so tense. It was growing increasingly annoying and I think Harrison even picked up on it because he stopped teasing me about my fear of storms.

“Let’s do something to distract you.”

“What?”

“Clearly, you’re terrified. Why? I don’t understand. But still, you are so let’s do something.”

“Well what would you suggest? We don’t have power, we don’t have a great source of light, we-“

“Have a bundle of pessimism from the lovely lady on the right.” He mocked in an overdone voice.

I rolled my eyes, trying to reign in my sass before apologizing. “What would you suggest?” I could tell he didn’t actually have a plan by the way that his eyes scanned my apartment, but they suddenly stopped signaling a thought.

“Go and gather all of your blankets and sheets and quilts for me.”

“Harrison.”

“Just do it.”

I decided to just listen to him and collect his requests, letting the focus of the tasks distract me from the storm. When I re-entered the living room he had chairs and barstools from my kitchen placed in a sporadic pattern. Seeing my puzzled face, he turned to me with a smile.

“We’re making a blanket fort!”

“Oh my gosh.” I deadpanned. 

“What? What could you possibly have against a blanket fort?”

“Nothing. I used to make them all the time when I was little.”

“So what’s so bad?”

“I made them when I was little.”

“Well what’s wrong with being young every now and then?”

“I mean, I don’t know.” I replied after a moment of thought.

“Exactly. Now put those down and help me move the candles. If we burn this place down it’ll be a much bigger mess tomorrow.” He laughs and I find myself laughing too.

“Speaking of mess, you’re helping me clean this up in the morning.” Without realizing it, I think I just insinuated that he was staying the night. Or did I? He could leave then simply come back in the morning. Stop overthinking everything, Y/N. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, I guess.

“Aye, Aye, Captain.”

We spent some time working on the fort, the storm never dying down, but my fear of it moved to the back of my mind with a new focus on creating a masterpiece.

Per Harrison’s suggestion, we hung the larger sheets from my ceiling fan. He had to stand on my stools to reach them while I provided light and was ready incase he fell.

“How am I supposed to catch you if you fall? I feel like we would both get hurt in that situation.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’d never hurt you.” He looked down with a wink. “Plus. I’m not going to fall.”

“Oh really? You’re that confident huh?”

“No. Well.. yes, but I mean I’m done.” He turns around narrowly on the stool and smiles widely.

He hopped down and surveyed the area before we agreed on connecting the sheets to the taller bar stools and two, currently useless, floor lamps. The kitchen chairs were then used to bring the sheets up just high enough for us to comfortably sit up in. 

“Hey, can you grab something to anchor these sheets? They keep slipping off the chairs.”

“Yeah. One second.” Grabbing a flashlight as a guide I searched for things I thought would be useful before returning to Harrison. “Okay I brought some books that could be weights for the sheets. More ponytail holders to tie them together because we are running low. And some fairy lights from my bookshelf.” I smiled proudly, “I forgot they were battery powered.”

“Great.” I handed him the books and he stopped to observe them in the dim lighting. “Of Mice and Men, The Grapes of Wrath, Great Expectations, A Tale of Two Cities, The Complete Works of Shakespeare?” 

“Yes?” He looked up at me with a tilted gaze before shaking his head with a smile.

“Nothing.”

“No. What.”

“You’re always holed up in your apartment reading or studying. Which is fine. But it’s okay to have some adventures outside of these pages, you know.”

“What’s the point in that when I could be working towards my future?”

“To have fun.”

“I have fun. I have my own fun.”

“I have no doubts about that, sweetheart. I’m just saying you don’t know what you’re missing. If you’d let yourself loose every once in a while you’d discover there is a lot more than your type of fun.”

“I don’t like to waste my time. But, the power is out and reading in the dark gives me a headache and it’s scary outside so.. Here we are.”

“Here we are.”

We got to work finishing the fort. I grabbed soft blankets and pillows for cushion support on the floor. Harrison draped the fairy lights across the top for ambiance. We brought the two battery powered lanterns I had into the corners for light, too wise to bring a candle inside all of this fabric. We made ourselves comfortable with snacks and battery powered flashlights, leaning back against the pillows, taking in our work of art.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’d say this is a pretty great creation.”

“Oh? Are you a blanket fort aficionado?”

“Maybe I am and I kept that from you. Would that hurt your feelings?”

I took a second to pretend I was pondering the thought, “No.”

His laugh brought a smile to my face involuntarily. Before I knew it I was laughing with him. As the contagious laughter died down another crack of thunder shook the building, erasing my smile immediately.

Harrison must’ve noticed. He simply raised his flashlight against the blanket roof and started making figures with his hands, coming up with elaborate stories for each character. I wanted to act mature and roll my eyes at another childish gesture, but he had my giggling and I couldn’t help notice his smile as well. 

When his story time ended I gave him an applause that led into a moment of silence before another loud crack of thunder. It seemed to be getting worse outside. I rolled onto my stomach, hiding my face in the pillow, trying to escape somewhere calm..

Suddenly, there was a noise repeatedly slamming against the front of my apartment. I jumped again with wide eyes, into a type of plank position as if I was ready to army crawl away from whatever was out there making this noise. “What. Is that?”

“Relax.” Harrison placed a hand on my back attempting to soothe me, “I’m pretty sure it’s your porch swing slamming against the building. The wind must be picking up. Here, I’ll take care of it.”

He crawled over me to exit the fort before I heard my front door open and shut. A moment later I hear him enter again, muttering a few curses under his breath.

“Thank you. What did you do?”

“I unhooked one of the chains so its resting slanted on the ground.”

“Oh. Well that seemed to work. Thank you.” I smiled sheepishly, taking in his wet clothes. The wind could be heard whistling outside and my mind was back on the storm. If he got that drenched from under the awning it must really be coming down out there. Another roll of thunder shook the apartment, tensing my body. “So if you have any ideas for how to stop the thunder I’m all ears.”

“I think you need another distraction, neighbor.”

“Okay, well we’ve made the fort and watched your shadow puppet show. Now what?”

He sat thoughtfully for a moment, trying to come up with something in the days of television and internet. “Is your computer charged?”

“It should be. I keep it plugged in. We don’t have internet though.”

“That’s fine. Go grab your laptop and your favorite DVD.” I grabbed my phone, turned on the flashlight and left to collect the few items in mind. 

“I noticed you got kind of wet outside so I thought you might want to borrow this sweatshirt to stay warm.”

“Oh thanks.” I handed him the oversized sweatshirt from our school and opened my laptop, smiling because it was at 100% battery. “What’d you pick?” glancing back at him I noticed he was mid-change and his abs were literally shining from the rainwater and lamplight. Oh my. Attempting to focus back on his question, I didn’t say any words, only smiling as I showed him the cover of the DVD case to Beauty and the Beast, animated version. “Really?”

“It’s only the best movie ever.”

“Oh is it now?”

“Well that or Tangled. Hard to choose.”

“Who knew that Miss Y/L/N was a Disney fanatic?”

“Who isn’t?”

“Well, okay. I said you could pick.” I let out a tiny shrill of excitement while placing the DVD in the player and got situated on my stomach. Harrison followed suit, though I’m not sure if he was as excited. 

Throughout the movie I held in my desire to sing along, but I couldn’t hold back my adoration and wonder throughout the movie. It doesn’t matter how many times I see the same movie, it never gets old.

“I see why you like this” He spoke up during the scene where Beast showed Belle his library. I loved this part.

“How so?”

“You’re like Belle in many ways. You’re such a bookworm.”

“Oh.”

“I mean, other ways too. I don’t know. I just see it.”

I smiled to myself taking in the compliment; at least I took it as a compliment. “Thank you.”

Somewhere towards the end of the movie I felt myself grow drowsy and made myself more comfortable. I didn’t expect myself to fall asleep, but I must have because when I woke up sometime later Harrison was still wide awake and watching Tangled.

“Well this is a sight to see.” I spoke through the grogginess of sleep, clearly surprising him.

I glanced at the screen to see it was the scene where Repunzel and Flynn Ryder entered the festival in the village; my favorite.

“I like this movie.”

“I like Flynn Ryder.”

“It reminds me of us.” Harrison seemed to be continuing his statement. I looked away from the two dancing on screen to give him a drowsy, yet puzzling look.

“How so?”

“She’s been in her tower her whole life. He helps her break out and takes her on these wild adventures. She’s a little nervous, though she knows deep down it’s what she wants to do. She finally experiences the world. And they have fun.” And fall in love. “You don’t see the parallels?”

“Uhm, now that you mention it, I guess I do.”

We watched the rest of the movie in mostly silence until it ended with my laptop warning of low battery. Harrison closed it and pushed it away as I tried to keep my eyes open.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For tonight. For distracting me. For the fun. For the porch swing. For everything.”

He simply smiled while settling in, himself. “Of course.”

This time I knew I was drifting into sleep, but I welcomed it.

When I woke up my eyes stayed closed. I felt someone’s fingers gently brushing the side of my face, moving my hair behind my ear. I faked sleep a few moments longer, enjoying Harrison’s touch before I let my eyes slowly flutter open and feeling his hand pull away.

“Good morning.” He greeted me.

“Morning.”

“It seems as though the storm has stopped. I think we are going to live.” He smiled. “Just some light rain to deal with today.”

I smiled back at him, the effects of sleep fading from me slowly. “Thank you.”

“You already thanked me last night.”

“I know, but I felt like doing it again.”

“Well, you’re welcome again.”

We sat in silence for a few moments and I tried to fight off the sweet thoughts of sleep that were luring me back in. Suddenly the news could be heard on the television, the lights shined above our heads and little noises could be heard everywhere.

“Looks like the power is back.” He enthused.

“Looks like it. I guess we should get to cleaning this up.” 

Harrison made no effort to move but let out a chuckle instead.

“What?”

“It's okay to lay here for a bit.”

“I know. But I need to charge my phone and-”

“And the world can wait.”

“Yeah but I didn’t get anything done last night so I should really-”

“I am sure it’ll get done.”

“But-”

“But nothing. It’s okay to take a minute for yourself. The world isn’t burning down outside. Well.. actually I haven’t looked since last night. Maybe we should check.”

“Haz!”

“I’m kidding! My point is it’s okay to relax or to have fun. Enjoy others’ company.”

I gave him a small smile and settled back into our makeshift bed on the ground. The television, lights and rumblings faded away along with the thoughts of any responsibility.

“You don’t have to be so responsible all the time.”

“I just want to be productive with my time.”

To that he responded with a light chuckle. When I gave him a puzzled look he answered, “You know, you are scared of thunderstorms, you love Disney movies, I finally convinced you to build a blanket fort with me, but you still try to act so mature. I see you, Y/N. You don’t have to keep up the act. I told you, you’ll always be safe with me.”

We laid there for a little while longer until we decided to finally clean up the place. He left soon after and the guilt of wasted time rushed in. I decided to charge my phone and laptop while throwing out all the now-spoiled food. I heard my phone alert me with a text message, shortly after it turned on.

Harrison:

Look what I found. Just for you.

My heart fluttered at the sweet sentiment and the thoughtful picture. Maybe some storms aren’t so bad after all.

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A/N: Let me know what you think! :) And follow if you liked it.. I’m new but have a lot more planned.

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Chapter 35 of “Pursuit of a Simple Life” has just been posted to AO3! :)

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Here’s an excerpt for you:

--- 18 months later ---

Gemma smiled as she put the finishing touches on the video she was editing, getting all the transitions just right so it looked the way she wanted.

This food blog was the BEST idea! she thought to herself, watching it through one more time to make sure there wasn't anything else that needed to be done before she posted it. She and Naina had started doing a video blog of Gemma's cooking about a year ago - just another fun thing to do with her best friend - and now, they had over 500,000 followers....and counting. She didn't really know what to attribute the success to, other than she was sure everyone watching could see how much joy she took in doing it. Naina filmed her cooking on Saturdays, then she would edit and post on Sundays. It's what got her through the lonely weekends while Dave travelled for work...

Suddenly, she heard the door to the apartment unlock and open. With a giggle, she immediately stood up and went to the entrance to greet her husband.

She had to talk to him...it couldn't wait any longer or she might go nuts.

Loki smiled as he saw Gemma rushing over to greet him. He opened his arms and engulfed her in a hug, pulling her close to breathe her scent in.

Being away on missions was hard, and he had quite honestly begun to hate them now. He just wanted to be home more often. He wanted to spend more time with Gemma. Alas, the missions never seemed to end.

"Oh I missed you, darling. How has life been this week?" he asked, nuzzling her neck, not letting her go. "Are you making more of your food videos?"

"Yes! I just finished editing the latest one. I'll post it in a bit. I made one of Naina's recipes - kaju katli. It's like marzipan with cashews. Oh, and it has edible silver on top! I saved you some, come on!"

Gemma led him by the hand to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, pulling out a plate with several silver diamond-shaped desserts on a platter. She picked one up and hand-fed it to him, holding her other hand under his chin as he bit into it to catch any wayward crumbs. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him eat, eager to see his reaction.

Loki's eyes widened upon chewing the treat. It was so damn delicious, he wanted to drown in its silky, thick texture.

"This is... mouthwatering! More!" He made a grab for the whole platter, but Gemma pulled it away with a laugh. "Please! Gem, you know not to tease me with sweet treats!"

She ran from him then, and he began to give chase.

Gemma didn't put up much of a fight. She laughed and brought the rest of it to the coffee table near the couch, then sat down and grabbed another piece off the plate.

"Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Johnson. If you want more...pay up."

She puckered her lips and held the treat away from him teasingly.

"Oh Mrs. Johnson, you needn't ask for it, I'm all about paying up," he replied, grasping her head to give her a heated kiss. Damn, if he were being honest, her lips tasted better than any sweet in the world...

And so he simply pushed her down on the couch and began to pull at her clothes. She giggled and tried to bat his hands away.

"That's very unlike you, darling, to reject my advances so soon after my return home," he stated cheekily, still cupping her breasts audaciously, his body covering hers on the couch.

Gemma kept tittering and laughing, trying to keep the kaju katli from crumbling in her hands while Dave gently tackled her.

"Dave...DAVE!" she laughed, finally pushing him off of her enough to be able to put down the treat.

"I didn't want to get crumbs on the couch! And-- oh Dave..."

The pleasure shot through her as he fondled her breasts, and she found herself losing her breath. Even after all these years, he could still get her going almost instantly. With a soft moan and a regretful sigh, she stopped him, meeting his eyes.

"Later, I promise," she said softly. "But...there's something we have to talk about first, ok?"

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