#the number of blurbs and bits and ends I have written with him is too much

[m0stlygh0st]

❤️ first kiss/realization with anyone you want!! <3 :3c

Aaaa thank you Amaya! <:3c I went back and forth on who to write this one about, but here we go!

Getaway Car - Realization

It had been a long day, and the mission hadn’t been going very well. Just snag some food from a local convenience store and come right back; that was all they had to do. But one way or another, things had escalated and the police were hot on their tail.

Spinner and Sav ran, hand in hand, ducking around corners and darting down streets as quickly as they could. It was never easy, having to get a lot of their food on a five-finger discount, but the League was still building itself up. 

“All this for a couple cups of instant ramen and canned tuna, huh?” she quipped, a breathless smirk on her face as they ducked into an alley.

Spinner shushed her, standing over her with one hand on the wall and the other clutching a box of soup mix close to his chest. There was a beat of silence before he sighed, his eyes still locked on the empty evening streets. 

“I think we’re safe but we might wanna lay low for a second, just to be sure. We can’t have anyone following us back to the base,”

“Right, right,” she replied, her eyes flicking between his face and along the length of his arm before she spoke up once again, “... Shu?”

“W-what?” Spinner looked down at Sav in an instant. She’d started calling him that when it was just the two of them, and it never failed to catch his attention.

“Why didn’t we just split up earlier? It’s usually easier if we split up, isn’t it? That way, one of us makes it back with something even if the other gets held up for a bit, right?” she glanced down at the pilfered food in their possession and sighed, “I just think it might’ve been easier if you went ahead, you know?”

“And leave you behind to get caught? Are you out of your mind, Sav?!”

She blinked, surprised to hear him answer in such a way. He almost seemed offended by the idea of leaving her behind, which was oddly endearing to her. Then again, she realized that everything Spinner did was endearing to her in too many ways to count. 

“... Sorry, sorry. I just–” he sighed, looking down at the pavement before meeting her gaze again, “I have my reasons. I like having you nearby in case anything happens, you know?”

Sav was quiet. She took in the look in his eyes and the way he seemed almost too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. His chest was rising and falling a little more than it usually would, and she could almost make out the light dusting of pink on the scales of his cheeks. 

Oh.

Her tail wagged a bit against the wall of the building, and she looked out to the street. A smile played on her lips as she realized something else about Spinner that she found even more endearing than everything else he did.

“... I like having you nearby, too, Shu.”

[someone-always-cares]

Progress update

Edit: laptop broke (hard drive issue), so thing will either be delayed a week or A Lot depending if my shit is recoverable. Back up your files regularly yall

Realised I should probably update yall on how things are going! Things are almost ready, just need to stich the book together together and finish a couple things, then I can order a sample of the book. I don't want to start the kickstarter until I have a book sample in hand that I'm happy with.

Admittedly looking like my original timeline isn't quite going to fit but such is life. its a close enough timeline so im not too annoyed just not in time to advertise it this weekend

to thank yall for your patience with this, here a sneak peek of the stickersheets made because I'm very happy with them and also because I just approved the proofs the manu sent me for those samples:

disclaimer: colours may vary depending on how the samples turn out (converting rgb to cmyk, my beloathed).

[id: two stickersheets, one of characters from chapter 1, and the other chapter two: chapter 1 sheets has: rami (civilian clothes), his whole team, tsunami, inkmaster, swarm, sound flood, and mori. as well as some smaller stickers: a sparkling wave, rami's logo, two diamond shaped sparkles, a small fireball, swarm's butterly, and three hearts with the ace, trans, and rainbow pride flags. chapter 2 sheet has: lewis and sound flood (both in civilian clothes), iris, faete, mindforce, and omen (super costumes). also several smaller stickers: mindforce's eye, a yellow and pink rose, a snowdrop, faete's sword, iris's notebook (with the words "stay safe"), a starry sky with city view, rami's hand holding a rose, and 5 blue pink and white hearts. end id]

also here's the cover (minus the blurb)

[id: image of the cover design, layed flat. aka the front cover is on the right side, back on the left, and the spin inbetween. designed to look like a corkboard with photos pinned to it, and red sring connecting things. on the back there are photos that are from various panels in chapter 1 and 2 (redrawn, specifically faete after transforming, cam readying her forcefield, lewis on the roof, and tsunami riding his wave. the back also contains enamel pins: a trans flag, an ace flag, and mindforce's eye. as well as the corner of a missing persons poster, a business card for "cullen's bowls 'n' bowls", and a blank sheet of notebook paper where the blurb should be. the spine has some starry washi tape with the title written on. the front has a piece of blue paper torn off at the end with the title on it, and stickers of a silver star and rami's logo. below is a large image of rami sitting in the water staring intestly at the viewer, light emerging behind him. around him, hands all strech out towards him, hands belonging to the significant character significant in chapters 1 and 2 of sac. end id]

so specifically what is left (no particular order):

spellchecking

adding page numbers to the bottom

finishing the rest of the not comic pages (aka the thank you note, about the author, deciation and the bit where im going to add names of people who pledged to the kickstarter) 75% done

character bios (admittedly optional i just want to do them)

bonus pages for art and sketches (i have collected all the art and sketches, its just deciding which ones to ue and which ones to save for next time because it makes more sense to put them with the more spoilery chapters 3-5 specific arts)

assembling these and sending a sample off to print

actually starting the kickstarter (once i have decived book sample back and am happy. i am not starting it without knowing 100% that i can fufill it right then and there)

(in the intrest of transperency: while these are all easy and mostly quick (aside from character bios. havent started that one yet), i also have some upcomign events that will have to take priority. that being a convention this weekend, next weekend, and my sisters wedding the weekend after (and the wedding gift, which is custom artwork of my sister and future brother in law. like a wedding painted but not on the day and also digital. so that will take up a bit of time after [another reason i wanted to get this done before then but ah well])

for real though one day i hope to be able to do art stuff full time because i am. so tired of doing a day job

also also there are versions of lewis and rami stickers in super outfits, they'll be seperate stickers

[id: drawings of lewis and rami, same as the stickers in the sheets, just seperate and in different outfits, the drawings have been placed close together, so it looks like thye're holding hands. end id]

you can make them hold hands :)

[whchenlvr]

HI ELLE!!! First of all, happy new year bb! Second of all, THANK YOU SM FOR KEEPING THIS FANDOM ALIVE! Thirdly, can I request for the boys finding out the reader has a crush on them when they accidentally read their diary?

omg NO THANK YOU GUYS FOR KEEPING ME ACTIVE!! happy new year <3

when he accidentally discovers your crush ;

weak hero x gn!reader

gray yeon

➤ he seriously didn’t mean to sneak a peak at your notebook after you excuse yourself to the restroom. it just fell. face up. open. total accident

➤ but when he does see his name scribbled in the margin beside your notes, surrounded by little hearts, he can’t fight the smile pulling at his lips

➤ when you get back, he hands your notebook to you, face blank as if he isn’t kicking his legs and giggling on the inside

➤ you’re instantly panicking, wondering if he saw it, but gray tries his best to keep his cool and you try your best to do the same. just wait until class ends...

ben park

➤ “hey ben, do you mind watching my stuff? i’ll be back!” worst mistake, or best?

➤ ben would legitimately take his job seriously, especially since he doesn’t know you well, and he didn’t want to invalidate your privacy by going through your things without your permission. 

➤ however, when he notices a familiar slip of pink paper sticking out of one of your books, he can’t help but open it. as he assumed, it was the note he’d slipped you one day. it was the answer to a question you were struggling to answer after being called on by the teacher

➤ the fact that you still had it sent a spark of confusion through ben, but that confusion slowly fluttered into something else when he flipped the sticky note over and saw “3/12 — BEN TALKED TO ME TODAY ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ !!”

alex go

➤ he didn’t intentionally go through your things! okay, he did. he definitely did. but it was for a good cause! okay, no it wasn’t, but don’t tell alex that

➤ you were the smartest student in 1-8, and alex and ben were struggling to solve one of the questions on their assignment

➤ you’d given them permission to borrow notes from the blue folder before leaving the class to get some water, but when alex saw how much was in that folder, he decided to grab the bound notebook off of your desk

➤ he wasn’t expecting to find little blurbs you’d written throughout the semester about how pretty he looked, or how nice his laugh was. he didn’t show those to ben, even when his best friend asked what made him so red

gerard jin

➤ you and gerard never actually spoke, but he often saw you sitting with your back against one of the large trees outside of the school

➤ he was leaving with his friends one day when he caught sight of you leaving. he’d waved, and you avoided him

➤ gerard chose not to think too much about it, but he noticed something at the foot of the tree you always sit at and told his friends he’d catch up with them after recognizing it as the journal you always write in

➤ after picking it up, gerard opened it just to confirm that it did belong to you, and that’s when he sees the portraits. all of him, all from different days

donald na

➤ you’d always been interested in how basically one man can create and maintain the union, and though you didn’t have many fighting skills, you were intelligent and wanted to help keep the union afloat. plus, your father was an investor with quite a bit of money to his name.

➤ whatever you said about helping the union must have grabbed donald’s attention because you were invited to the next union head meeting. and that’s when you realized how attractive yeongdeungpo’s number one was.

➤ after the fifth or sixth meeting, you were considered an honorary member of the union. you felt comfortable leaving your books on the table to excuse yourself.

➤ donald had gotten an anonymous tip that you may be working with the competitors and decided to go through your book. your diary, donald realized, when he found some rather… unique drawings, along with an embarrassing confession letter. he chose to keep these funds to himself :)

jake ji

➤ in his defense, you are terrible at hiding things.

➤ he’d asked to borrow some of your notes from class, and you handed all your books over to him without a second thought. when you realized what you’d done, it was too late.

➤ jake would open the prettiest book first, and his eyes would widen. he’d slam the book, feeling guilty for invading your privacy, but he can’t stop himself from taking a second glimpse of the diary.

➤ when you come back, red in embarrassment, jake plays it off with a friendly smile, pretending he didn’t just read the love poems you wrote to him.

wolf keum

➤ wolf was your next-door neighbor, and your older sister (who had no idea what this strange purple-haired boy was capable of) forced him to walk you to and from school since you were the runt of your family.

➤ he’d be walking with you one day, keeping his hands in his pockets and his expression indifferent when you trip over a crack in the sidewalk and drop your books.

➤ you instantly panic due to the content of your diary, which landed wide open to a drawing you did of wolf with a little crown of hearts around his head.

➤ of course, wolf would pick it up for you and hand it over, hiding the shy sight of his lips tugging upward with the back of his hand.

jimmy bae

➤ bro is just snooping your room after you invite him over to work on a project you got paired up on together

➤ his eyes would fall on your diary, a cute little notebook tucked beneath your school notebooks, and jimmy can’t stop his curiosity

➤ when he flips it open to find his name written with a sly little heart beside it, reading how excited you were to finally be paired with your crush, he can’t help but blush a little

➤ when he heard you coming back, jimmy hides the diary and tries to sit as casually as possible (cross-legged and not subtle at all), but you find him too cute to mention how flustered he looks

[whoblewboobear]

💖🖊📥 📊 💭 🍰 🌝 hi I couldn’t help myself I got carried away

AWHHH THANK U, JANELLE 💖🥹

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💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

I always love the dialogue~ it’s usually what I start with and build out around it. I’ll just be driving and a convo between like Jace & Porter will come to mind. It really sets a scene and a tone of voice for each character. I love it, like of my dialogue doesn’t make me feel something it’ll get rewritten until it feels right.

🖊️ Post a snippet from a current WIP

This is from part 2 of Religion’s in your lips 👏👏 my beloved period fic that purely exist for Zara to give Jace head while he’s on his period

“I’m staying.. For him,” he breathes. “Plan’s off.” Zara rolls her eyes, using her heel to push Porter back a bit.

“What changed? It has taken minutes to go back on what you’ve planned for how long? Years?” She couldn’t just accept something nice when it fell into her lap, could she?

“Zara, hear him out. There’s more,” Jace beams. Porter groans, glancing back at Jace. “You tell her, it’s your thing.”

“No, it’s technically your thing,” Jace corrects. 

“I-“

“Porter doesn’t mind sharing!” Jace blurts out before clamping a hand over his mouth. “Sorry!” 

“So I’ve been told. Under far more professional circumstances.. And yet I still see jealousy. Jace, my dear. I appreciate the enthusiasm, I do,” she smiles at him before turning her attention back to Porter, frowning. “But I do not want a relationship with you. One time was enough.” Rude. He wasn’t that bad of a lay, he was just off his game that night. Besides, Jace never complained. 

(I love when Zara is so mean to Porter 💖 it’s how she flirts)

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

I absolutely love seeing comments on Wiiimdfy I love seeing which parts people really enjoyed. It always makes my day! Yours are always so incredibly sweet too aghhh~~

📊 Current number of WIPs

just 3~ Wiiimdfy, Religion’s in your lips, and then the fashion model!Jace au. I’m always writing little blurbs too

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

ough so I have this teeny tiny headcanon that ZaraJacePorter will be endgame in wiiimdfy timeline. It’s way too far out of the scope of wiiimdfy itself and the place Jace and Porter will end up. This is their story but it’s also setting me up if I wanna write more in the future about Zarajace and how they navigate that with Porter being back. I think they buy a house together somewhere nice and live out their days happily.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics

Oooh! So I used to be a huge 1d!Larrie and I swear the fic Another Hazy May by deLILAh is so sweet and lovely. I haven’t read it in a while but I need to come back to it. It’s so sweet. Also omg Who Painted the Moon Black by throughthedark it’s a beautiful Larry fic that weaves in really well with the hunger games universe. For years it felt like such a great companion piece to the original hunger games trilogy. It’s so beautiful and it fits so well. Louis and Finnick are friends in it and it makes me so happy. It’s such a love letter to the hunger games through the lens of a boy and placed into the world. Looove it 💖

🌝 Who is one character you haven't yet written for that you would like to?

OOOOOOH. Now that I’m into IWTV I’d love to write something for Claudia 🤧 I need to get into her head I just adore her. I’d also like to write from Zara’s perspective! Maybe something with just her and Jace meeting in a city and being friends to lovers roommates 🤧 I wanna make Jace soooo gender too. Maybe it’s a cute college au and they’re going BCU. Lots of nights out and just vibes ughhh I need it now.

[soapdish290]

I initially read 'In The Woods' by Tana French in 2013, after seeing a recommendation basically saying that, after reading a Tana French novel, the reader "has to go and hug my dog for a long while", to paraphrase.

Re-reading it over a decade later I wasn't expecting to finish the book feeling just as desolate and affected as I did the first.

I know we here all love the phrase "doomed by the narrative" and let me tell you, there are so many characters here doomed in so many narratives. Sometimes the reader knows the details from minute one. Sometimes you can feel the doom, formless and cloying, and have to read on, aching and helpless, to watch it land.

French is an absolutely stunning writer. She fully leverages the first person perspective to create all the isolated inevitability the format can give. A sad, lonely, nostalgic autopsy of interwoven tragedy. Actually that's my blurb quote, fuck it.

I choose the word "nostalgia" very deliberately. It's a strangely butter feeling, to me. A sort of empty longing. French evokes it frequently and beautifully.

French writes slow and lets the characters and atmosphere breath and grow and move, in fits and starts, to the preordained (but, to the reader, still hidden!) conclusion.

I'm chucking a line break here because below this I'm going to spurt a bunch of spoiler shit I want to talk about and there's a (very faint) possibility that someone might read this and be pushed into reading a novel.

If you are planning to read, however, know this: The narrator is a bit of a prick. He's 100% written that way on purpose. He is what makes everything work.

Embarrassingly, when I first read the book as a 20 year old eejit, I saw Ryan as a likeable, sympathetic protagonist. I do not like who I was as a 20 year old. Luckily, inall subsequent readings, I recognised him as an extremely well drawn example of the casually misogynistic, genuinely thinks he's a good guy, thinks "political correctness has gone mad" prick everybody knew at least one of.

Honestly these days I think it's a testament to French's writing - he's very well drawn, entirely realistic, and completely vital to most of the twists. If he wasn't a fucking arsehole half of it wouldn't work.

One thing I noticed this time, is that it's heavily implied Ryan did to his flatmate Heather what he did to Cass, in part. When he fordt introduces Heather, he says he took the flat in part because he fancied her, but "we both worked out that Harry and Sally were never going to materialise" (page 103 of my kindle copy).

Later, when Heather works out that Ryan slept with and is now shutting out Cassie, Heather says "she doesn't deserve that, [...] any more than I did." (Page 491).

I'll admit this might be really obvious to everyone but my aro/ace arse, but it hit me like a truck this time around.

Another very tenuous thing I noticed and really fucking like is right at the end, when Ryan drunkenly calls Cassie and she leaves the line open and he hears her and Sam. The narrative is unsure whether this was accidental or deliberate. I choose to interpret Cassie's word choice in a way that leans deliberate. She tells Sam it was a wrong number. "He told me he loved me [...] but he turned out to be looking for Britney." (Page 587).

Now it's very likely I'm reading faaaar too much into this, but the phrasing matches Cassie and Ryan joking around about a hypothetical personal ad for Ryan, "male, six foot [...] seeks his very own Britney for..." (Page 188). I love this interpretation. Gives the scene such a delicate, devastating impact. If its a callback its so soft and intimate in its kindness or its cruelty.

There's literally an entire essay topic based on close reading the archaeological dig mirroring Ryan digging up his past, the respective value of one over the other, the effects on the present etc. On the way Ryan goes back at the end and the wood is almost gone, he connects to the people destroying the past, the arrowhead pendant he refuses, etc etc etc. The symbolism be RICH.

Fantastically written novel. I'm rambling.

[46ten]

Let’s talk about Samuel Adams, Father of the American Revolution

Stacy Schiff published an acclaimed biography last year (2022), although it’s certainly not “a revelatory biography from a Pulitzer Prize-winner about the most essential Founding Father—the one who stood behind the change in thinking that produced the American Revolution.” IOW, it’s not a work of scholarship, and I don’t recall a discussion of the “change in thinking” (what does that mean?) that Adams supposedly inspired. 

This is definitely a hagiography, but with the focus on the Nation-state builders, it’s good to see some focus on the “original” fighters for liberty. Samuel Adams, at various times, gets thrown back in the bin when it’s deemed that we shouldn’t be talking about people working to overthrow the government - see popular historian take on Lincoln masterfully shifting the focus of the American founding from the resistance fighters and revolutionary firebrands (the folks the early 19th century THOUGHT of as the Founders) to the architects of the American state, a shift that has stayed with us because it was deemed not a good to champion challenging the government (though Schiff herself is a bit all over the place about respect for Adams at the end and immediately after his lifetime). But Samuel Adams is the RIGHT kind of trouble-maker, which Schiff describes from the very beginning - “moral,” “principled, “humble.” Ah, for the day when one doesn’t need to meet the definition of a moral paragon to be acclaimed in American history. I realize I’ve just written to go read this book, and then stated that books like this are of limited value, but my point is it does have valuable information, but be aware of the undercurrents in this approach. 

Schiff’s prose is appealing, and she tells the real story of Paul Revere better than I’ve seen it anywhere, so the book may be worth it for that alone. But like all popular biographies of this type, beware the lack of context.

Petty point 1.

First, what’s with the makeover on these guys? This guy:

THIS GUY: 

Becomes THIS GUY??!!

I complained about this with Alexander Hamilton, too. 

(And I got distracted by this picture of James Watt, as he seems to be a model for some of this re-working.) 

Petty point 2.

The back author blurb is a long paragraph praising the book by Ron Chernow, so I should probably have thrown this book in the trash.  "A glorious book that is as entertaining as it is vitally important.” —Ron Chernow. Why is it vitally important? I still don’t know. 

Real point 3. 

Adams deliberately destroyed a lot of his correspondence - folks really did want to kill him and issued posters with a ransom so that the Tories could hang him, and took to the grave the stories of lots of events about the American revolution, “Dryly he noted that some individuals enjoyed every political gift except that of discretion.” 

Petty point 4. 

The hardcover has deckled pages, which makes it really hard to find the picture sections (it has two). 

Petty point 5.

To avoid citing in-text, Schiff’s end notes reference the phrase and then provides the citation. While I understand stylists like to do this for readability of non-fiction for a general audience, it also makes it hard to determine an actual fact/reference from stuff the author just pulled out of their ass. I don’t want to flip back and forth to figure out whether you’re making something up. 

Real point 6. 

Not petty, but grim. I’m about to delve into women and maternity again, so these numbers recall the 17th century admonishment to women that with pregnancy, death awaits you. Elizabeth Checkley, Adams’s first wife, gave birth to six children, of whom only two survived past the age of 2. She likely died of complications from her last childbirth. She was the tenth child that predeceased her own father. Adams had 11 siblings, of whom only three survived their own father. 

Petty point 7.

Every description and scene with John Hancock is petty. “The pomp and retinue of an Eastern prince,” Hancock would revel in glory as he did in frivolity,” “thin-skinned,” Hilarious. 

Petty point 8.

Schiff making stuff up about the use of “esquire.” 

Petty point 9.

“The portraitists arrived only after he had gone gray; Boston was, however, a fair-haired city, and the coloring suggests he had been a blond youth.” Um, what?

Real point 10. 

The aversion to discussing cultural/religious matters in these communities. Schiff points out the high literacy of Boston, but makes no mention of what that can be attributed to. Adams is pious, and a Calvinist, and no discussion of what that means. “It is impossible with Adams to determine where piety ended and politics began; the watermark of Puritanism shined through everything he wrote.” Well, what does it mean, and what do you mean by that comment, Schiff? Adams’s first wife was a pastor’s daughter, but don’t look to any further explanation from Schiff about any of what that could mean. Don’t look to her to provide any explanation of the Adams quote I provide below, either. 

Real point 11. 

Schiff reminded me that Massachusetts only barely ratified the Constitution; Adams was one of those who in the end supported it, but was hesitant to ever again be under a national government. And yet he was a Lt. Gov, but his career was clearly in decline. Schiff treats this topic as if it’s baffling - well, maybe the shifts in national politics may explain it? Changes in Boston commercial and political interests? But we already know that popular biographies don’t have time for stuff like that. 

Finally, a quote from Samuel Adams:

“The truly virtuous man and real patriot is satisfied with the approbation of the wise and discerning; he rejoices in the contemplation of the purity of his intentions, and waits in humble hope for the plaudit of his final judge.”

[lovelyjj]

hii! Could you maybe write a blurb where jj and reader are fighting before going to a party and they try to ignore each other but a touron is hitting on reader and jj gets jealous and it ends with fluff?

Only You

jj maybank x reader

word count: 3,237

a/n: not my best, I'm so sorry.

"She follows me around all the time, it's insane."

JJ continued his rant to John B about a girl problem.

"I can't go 2 seconds without her clinging to me."

John B sipped his beer and replied, "As much as you don't want to admit it, your kind of a chic magnet, mate."

Unbeknownst to JJ and John B, you came back from the bathroom and walked into the kitchen. You could hear your boyfriend talking about somebody. You just didn't know who.

JJ rolled his eyes at John Bs comment and continued, "I'm telling you she won't leave me alone."

You felt your heartbreak a little hearing JJ speak of you like this. You were quick to assume he was talking about you, his girl.

John B tried to ease JJ's conscience by saying, "have you tried telling her you have a girlfriend."

"Too many times actually. And when that doesn't work she just slips me her number written on a napkin."

Your mouth dropped open, you had no idea he was talking about some other girl. That's when you decided to break your silence and make your presence known.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend?" You questioned JJ, almost annoyed but not quite.

JJ whips his head around at your sudden entrance, as you walk into the bedroom. He can tell by the tone of voice that you are upset.

John B whistled lowly into his drink, as JJ sat up and tried to explain himself.

"Um no baby, it's not what it sounds like." JJ spoke fear evident in his voice.

"Then tell me who this girl is?"

"Well, I don't know when you joined in on our conversation, but she's just a girl I work with." JJ confessed.

John B did not want to sit through the early stages of an argument. He started to get up when JJ stuck his hand out for him to stay.

"And she likes you or she thinks your available?" you asked JJ again.

"Well um, I've explained to her multiple times that I'm in a relationship."

You nodded your head as you encouraged him to continue.

"She um thinks I can do better, says it's not that serious."

"And what do you say back to that," you asked crossing your arms.

"I don't know what you want me to say, y/n. I tell her I'm taken and she can't get the message. I work with her, what else do you want me to do without risking my job."

"Do you like her? I don't know JJ, tell her no. Don't flirt with her." you spit back at him.

"I don't! I only talk to her to shut her down or when it's something work-related. I can't do anything that would get me fired."

You were getting worked up now and emotional at the thought of JJ with another girl, your eyes started watering.

"Since when have you ever cared about getting fired." You couldn't escape the words that were coming out of your mouth before it was too late.

JJ's face fell.

John B got up at that saying he was gonna go get another beer.

You bit your tongue as it was just the two of you now. You waited for him to speak.

"I don't know y/n. Maybe to provide for us. To be able to buy you flowers and take you out on nice dates. I can't do that if I don't work." JJ raised his voice.

You felt bad and grew sheepish however you said "Maybe you should take your new girlfriend to the party."

"I'm gonna go." you turned around and ignored JJ's protests.

JJ sat there in the room running his hands through his hair. He wanted to chase after you and give you the reassurance you so craved.

"See ya at the kegger John B." You told him as you exited the chateau.

He gave a three-finger wave from the kitchen.

———

When you arrived at home you started to get ready for the Kegger. You put on a red crop top and some jean shorts.

You got a text from Kiara asking if you were still going together. You texted her back asking if she would pick you up on her way to the boneyard and you would explain later.

"You look good," Kiara spoke as you hopped into her car.

"Thanks, so do you." you smiled, closing the door.

"I thought you were going with the guys," Kiara questioned.

"JJ and I had a fight so I left because I didn't want to go with him."

Kiara stepped on the breaks and whipped her head in your direction. "What? You two never fight, or at least about anything serious."

"Yeah, I know. I'm hoping I can just forget about it tonight."

"Well you're in luck, I brought plenty to drink."

"Bless you." you praised.

The boneyard was already full of people. You scanned the area as you arrived. You and Kiara started walking across the sand to where the majority of the people were.

"First things first, I need a drink," you told Kiara and started making your way to the keg.

She followed you to the large metal can full of beer. John B was serving party-goers drinks.

"I'll take that matey." you voiced and took the nozzle from his hand. You poured a drink and offered it to Kiara. She smiled and took it from you.

When you were filling up your own cup, you focused only on your drink and not JJ's whereabouts. If you saw John B he couldn't be far.

JJ stood nursing his drink and talking to Pope. He wasn't sure if you were still going to the party, but John B told him you were.

Kiara went to set up the speaker as you went to go socialize.

You went to go stand near a branch and sipped on your beverage.

JJ was worried because he knows you are not much of a drinker. And even if you do feel like drinking every once in a while, he's always been there to take care of you.

Little did he know you were planning to get shitfaced, to forget about the stupid fight you had with him.

Once Kiara hooked up the speaker you were thrilled. The people you were next to were from the cut and you were friendly with them. You started catching up with them when you spotted JJ across the way.

Your heart hammered in your chest seeing your blonde boy. He was standing there scanning the party most likely on a mission to see you. For a split second, you wanted to run to him and be with him.

Then you remember that he has a new little girlfriend at work, and suddenly your temper was back.

You told your friends you were gonna go get another drink and you'll be right back.

You went to fill up another drink when JJ was standing near the keg.

You took a breath and as you got closer Kiara came up to you.

"Can you explain to me why you're giving your boyfriend the evil eye?" Kiara asks slightly irritated. She doesn't want to get into this drama between her two friends.

"I'm not giving him the evil eye, I'm just watching him." You denied, of course, any ill intention you had for the boy.

"well, if looks could kill." Kiara breathed.

You sighed, "There's this new girl he works with, apparently she's all over him."

"Are you crazy? I've seen him. JJ only has eyes for you." Kiara uttered.

"Yeah, but you didn't hear him talking to John B. It's like he is letting her flirt with him."

"Tell you what I'm gonna go get us some drinks and we're gonna have some fun. No more bad boyfriend talk. Ok?" Kiara raised her eyebrows.

"Ok." you nodded.

"Good."

She returned shortly after with two drinks in her hands. As she handed you your drink you took it and started chugging it.

Kiara gave you a surprised look as you don't usually get excited about alcohol.

You simply shrugged, "I want to forget."

You took another gulp. "I want to let loose, have fun like you said. Without him."

"Cheers," Kiara raised her cup to you.

You grinned "Cheers" and raised your cup.

Maybe it was the alcohol cursing through your veins but the thing you said next surprised both of you.

"I wanna dance."

Kiara laughed but said, "You go girl."

You went near the middle of the boneyard and near the speaker. You started swinging your arms and moving your hips. You felt free. You were having fun. You were moving to the beat of the music and twirling around. The ocean breeze was flowing through your hair.

However, you were blissfully unaware of all the eyes on you. Groups of tourons, pogues, and kooks gathered around and were cheering you on.

You ran your hand through your hair as you suddenly grew tired. You went to go sit down near a log a little ways away from all the partiers.

You were sitting no longer than 15 minutes when you spotted someone coming toward you.

"What's a pretty girl like you sitting over here all alone." He spoke.

"Is that for me?" you questioned eyeing the second red cup in his grasp.

The guy nodded and handed you the cup.

You took it gratefully and started sipping on it.

"I don't know drowning my sorrows." you shrugged answering his question.

You felt pretty tipsy and you couldn't tell if you were slurring your words or not. You didn't care you were enjoying the emotions that came with the drinking.

"Did you just move here, I don't think I've seen you around here."

"Oh no, I'm on vacation with my family." The boy replied.

"My names Mark by the way."

You were feeling a little drowsy maybe all your drinks were finally kicking in. You didn't know. You were looking up at Mark and all you could think about was JJ. Where was he? What was he doing? You wanted to be near him and someone should be punished for not allowing it to happen. You were stuck here with some touron and you just wanted your boyfriend.

"Hi Mark." you spoke.

"What brings you to the Outer Banks."

"Can I say you?" Mark smiled.

You batted your eyes at the touron and gave a little smile. Then you started laughing.

"Are you flirting with me?" you questioned.

"Maybe I am." Mark took another swig of this drink.

You started laughing again then you bit your lip.

JJ was positioned on the other side of the beach. He let you have your space even when his bones ached to talk to you. Truth be told he has been keeping an eye on you the whole party. What? Let his reckless and drunk girlfriend alone to roam the sand? He didn't think so.

JJ watched you dance like nobody was watching. It took everything in his power to keep standing there and not run to you. He wanted to hold your hips and spin you around. He wanted to be with you and it was torture that you were ignoring him.

Everything was fine until he lost sight of you. One minute you were there dancing and having fun, the next you were gone.

JJ panicked. He shuffled through herds of people to try and find you. He shuffled his way through the outskirts of the party.

JJ felt a pang of hurt and anger in his chest at the sight he saw.

You were sitting down laughing and some boy next to you which JJ could tell his intentions with you from a mile away. JJ was seeing red, no boy should ever be allowed to take his rightful place next to you.

Mark went to brush the hair away from your face when JJ came storming down the sand to interrupt him.

"Get your hands away from my girl." JJ's voice was angry.

You gasped and became so overly excited about seeing JJ that you forgot you were mad at him.

"JJ" you breathed and smiled as it felt like it had been forever since you'd seen him. You jumped up from your spot and stumbled over a little. With that JJ could tell you were drunk. Your eyes were excited and begging for a hug.

Mark was standing up too and he was upset he was interrupted.

He put his hands up, "Hey listen man, I didn't know she was your girl."

JJ shot him a glare. He felt a wave of jealousy come over him. This dumb touron was here with you, making you laugh, being in your company.

You looked at JJ expecting him to take you in his arms and never let go.

You started to make your way over to him when you got lost in the sand and started to fall over.

JJ caught you before you hit the grown.

"Jesus y/n how much have you had to drink?" JJ asked concern running through his voice.

"Not enough. Need to forget. Need to forget our um, our um... fight." You stumbled a little and leaned into JJ's side.

JJ looked from you to the touron. He wanted to knock him out for flirting with you. But you needed him. You needed him to take care of you in your drunken state. That caused him to let it go.

"Go near her again and I'll cave your face in." JJ spat at Mark.

Your arm was wrapped around JJ's neck as you both walked up.

"I'm sorry JJ. I'm so sorry." you pleaded at your boyfriend.

"Y/n it's ok. We can talk later. Right now I'm focused on getting you home." JJ huffed as half your body weight was on his side.

"I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I'm sorry. I love you." Your words are loosely thrown off your tongue.

You turned over and put both hands around his neck and hugged your person.

JJ's arms came around you caging you into him. You felt his hands on your shoulders and warmth spread through you.

JJ pressed a kiss to your hairline as he let go.

"Come on baby, let's keep going." JJ smiled at you and suddenly you weren't filtering your thoughts from your spoken words.

"You're so pretty J." You slurred, eyes half-lidded as a dopey smile appeared on your face.

JJ laughed. He took your hand and put your arm back around his neck. You leaned your head on his shoulder.

You both arrived at the main area of the party when Pope came over.

"Pope! Hey Pope have you met my beautiful boyfriend JJ." You giggled.

"Yes as a matter of fact I have." Pope smiled. He eyed JJ as to say is she wasted?

JJ picked up on his glance and nodded his head.

Pope laughed and then nodded, "So, you two make up yet?"

You gasped, "I had a fight with JJ, does he hate me?" Your eyes were wide now as you looked at Pope.

JJ faced palmed as Pope started laughing.

"Why don't you ask him yourself," Pope told you by glancing at JJ who you were latched on to.

You turned to look at the blonde boy who was already looking at you and you felt your heart flutter. "are you mad at me?" you jutted your bottom lip out and JJ just about died.

"I could never stay mad at you baby," JJ spoke with all the sincerity he had.

You grinned and wanted to kiss him. You started to lean in when JJ stopped you.

"Y/n your drunk." He rejected the kiss out of respect for you.

You whimpered and frowned.

"I'm gonna take her home." JJ voiced to Pope.

Pope nodded and clapped JJ on the back.

You and JJ walked together back to John Bs château. When you got there JJ ushered you to his room. You laid down on the bed with a sigh.

JJ went into the kitchen and came back with water for you.

"You need to hydrate," JJ said handing you the glass.

You took the glass and started drinking it. JJ sat down on the bed watching you and he threw his head back. He was glad you were safe and sound.

"I shouldn't be so nice to that girl at work. I should tell her off. Tell her I have the most amazing girlfriend that I'm gonna make my wife one day. I'm sorry for making you feel like our relationship was threatened." JJ told you even with the possibility that you might forget what he said in the morning. He would gladly tell you again.

He couldn't go another minute without telling you that you were the only girl in the world for him. He was so worried at the Kegger that you hated him.

You smiled and took a breath, like a breath of fresh air. Like you could finally relax.

"I love you. Only you." JJ spoke.

"Come here" you whispered.

JJ laid down and you took him in your arms. His scent filled your senses and you felt calm and relaxed.

"I love you J." you whispered as you threaded your fingers through his hair.

The both of you eventually grew tired and fell asleep with JJ tucked into your chest and you were wrapped around each other.

———

You woke up early that next morning spooning JJ. You were nestled behind him, nosing at the sliver of skin showing at his neck. There was a need in you to cuddle him from behind, to hold him.

You clutched onto his body like he was your lifeline. Your legs were tangled and you wanted to stay there forever. You still felt a little loopy from last night so you pushed deeper into your boyfriend hoping to not disturb him and sleep in a little longer.

It was easier said than done as your mind went to last night's events. You woke with a massive headache.

JJ woke up to your groaning. You burred your face in his chest and asked, "How bad was I?"

JJ simply laughed and stroked your hair, "You were perfect."

You rolled over delicately and stared into his eyes.

"Can I kiss you now?"

"Please," JJ responded.

You went over and gently held his face and placed your lips on his. You kissed him deeply and passionately. You teasingly pulled away and he chased your lips. You reunited and he slip his tongue into your mouth. He started to roll over so he was on top of you.

The morning sun shined threw the bedroom as the two of you woke up together. You laughed and pulled away to bump noses together.

"Am I forgiven?"

You looked into JJ's pleading eyes and said, "I don't know, how do you feel about that girl from work?" You raised an eyebrow.

"What girl? I don't know any girl at work. She means nothing to me. I'll burn her at the stake if I have to." JJ ranted.

You laughed and drew him on for another kiss.

JJ whispered over your lips, "You're the only girl in the world for me. Just you y/n. Only you."

[burning-the-write-oil]

Not Going Anywhere

Summary: A short blurb where Eddie lives (like he should've) and is his sweet, dorky self.

Characters: Eddie Munson/F!Reader

Words: 814

Rating: T

Warnings: Some mature language, brief references to wounds, brief references to anxiety

A/N:  So I've fallen hard and very quickly for Eddie Munson and I've written a short blurb featuring him. I haven't written in a while and this isn't thoroughly edited, so please be gentle! If you have any requests for him, feel free to send them my way and I’ll try to get to them soon!

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You burst through the doors of the hospital that led to the hospitalized patients, frantically looking around. They found Eddie. At least that’s what Dustin had told you frantically over the phone, after rattling off that he was headed to the hospital. That was all you knew and that was enough for you at that moment after not having known what had happened to him after everything that had been happening in The Upside Down and Hawkins. You’d driven to the hospital way too fast to be considered safe, your mind running rampant about what condition he was in, what happened, how he was doing. The list was never-ending.

After finally managing to get a direct answer as to what room Eddie was in, you practically ran down the hallway, eyes quickly scanning the room numbers. Spotting Dustin outside of one of the rooms, you felt your stomach drop as you walked over to him. You’d found him but you’d also be finding out the extent of what happened.

You could feel the anxiety tighten in your chest, all sense of reason flying straight out of your head as you started rambling.

“Tell me he’s alive, please. He needs to be alive. I swear to god if he did anything stupid and-”

“Y/N, hold on-”

“No, he needs to be okay, Dustin! I need him. I need him with me and I swear to god I’ll fucking murder whoever-”

You’re interrupted by a voice calling out of the room you were both standing outside of.

“Hey Henderson, do me a favor and make sure my girl doesn’t get herself arrested for murder? Kinda wanna spend some time with her.”

Your heart stopped and you looked to Dustin who was shaking his head with a small grin, “I was trying to tell you.”

That was all you heard before you peeked around the door, your eyes landing on the man you’ve been hoping was still here. And who seemed very much still alive. Though you weren’t sure if you were actually awake or not.

“Told you I’d come back.” He gave you a wink and a small grin as you rushed over to him, carefully placing your arms around his shoulders in a gentle hug.

“You’re here, right?” You mumbled, burying your face in his neck as you felt tears start to burn at the back of your eyes.

“I’m here, sweetheart. Can’t get rid of me that easily. ‘Whole bad penny thing, always keep coming back whether you like it or not.”

You laughed weakly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before unwrapping your arms and taking a look at him. Bandages covered most of his abdomen and you could see numerous wounds all over him. It made that tight feeling in your chest come back thinking about what could have happened to him.

“You’re such a freaking idiot, I swear…” You shook your head, wiping at the tears that were now sliding down your cheeks.

Eddie gave you a sympathetic smile, gently taking your hand in his.

“Well, I’m pretty sure we both know you’re not with me for my smarts. What was it again? My big d-” You bumped his arm playfully to interrupt him, shaking your head with a small smile.

That was Eddie. Lying in a hospital bed, torn to bits, but still trying to make you smile and feel better.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t come back.” You mumbled, glancing down at your hand in his, thumb rubbing over one of the silver rings on his fingers. “You don’t need to think about that. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere, baby. Told myself I had to come back and bother you.” He smiled, shifting to lay more comfortably and wincing in the process.

You grimaced at his pained response, immediately helping move the pillows behind his head.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You offered, watching as the pain started to slowly dissipate.

“You can lay right here and give me some of those amazing kisses.” He looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes that he knows will get you to do almost anything.

You smile, carefully climbing onto the bed to sit next to him. You lean over, gently pressing your lips to his and you feel him hum contently, brushing his fingers along your wrist.

“Hey, guys!” You hear whispered from outside of the room.

You both pull back, looking over to the doorway in amusement.

“It’s safe Dustin, you can come in.” You call with a laugh, Eddie grinning as Dustin walks in with a bag of chips.

“Just wanted to make sure you guys were done making out.” He shrugs, taking a seat near the bedside.

You shake your head with a smile, resting your head on Eddie’s shoulder. Just glad he was here.

[nativeofsumeru]

More Genshin Impact Fanfiction Ideas(Part 2)

link to my previous list here:

A/N: I really like doing these and will definitely make more alongside my blurbs!

4nemo (Kazuha x reader) OR (Xiao x reader

this I guess could really go for either Xiao or Kazuha

4nemo boyband AU Reader meets Kazuha/Xiao by either be friends with Aether or Lumine, that’s their introduction to the group

After following the group on your for a little bit and getting closely acquainted with the member, reader realizes they don’t have much time left

At a bar(there doesn’t have to be reader having alcohol if reader doesn’t prefer it), reader finally has enough courage to ask Kazuha/Xiao for his number

Kazuha/Xiao obliges and they start a fluffy internet romance as reader had to return home and the band is still traveling

Venti sticks his nose into Kazuha’s/Xiao’s business and finds out about the romance (can’t stop teasing him about it)

Aether/Lumine(whichever twin was the close friend) pushes either reader or Kazuha/Xiao to finally make the romance official

reader and Kazuha/Xiao start dating in private as to not bring media attention yet

eventually tho the media somehow finds out

reader one day is casually going about their business alone and gets harassed by a crazy fan

idk to what extent the harassment would go

reader is scared for their life

Kazuha/Xiao on a phone call reassure reader it will all be ok

if you want a juicy plot to continue:

-Xiao:

reader has joined 4nemo for another concert that was within a reasonable travel distance

reader and Xiao are backstage chatting when crazy fan(doesn’t have to be the same one) has somehow snuck their way backstage and into Xiao’s room

Xiao throws hands to try and protect reader while reader goes to get help

crazy fan is arrested

for a fluff ending: Xiao worries about reader’s safety/well-being since being tied up with fame has its downsides, reader assured him it’s ok and they carry on, although he is very careful

for an angst ending: after the incident and reader finally telling Xiao what they’ve been dealing with, he ends the relationship and blocks reader’s number, “I can’t stand watching you have to live like this.” “Like what?” “In fear. You May not have said it to me aloud, but I know this kinda of thing scared you. It’s all because you’re wrapped up with me.” “But we can make it work-“ “End of discussion. I should’ve known this kind of thing was gonna happened.”

-Kazuha:

reader joins 4nemo for a portion of another tour

after a performance, Kazuha tells the boys he’s going to be late tonight as he’s going to get dinner with reader

venti teases him and tells him not to be back to late cause manager wants to talk to them about stuff

reader and Kazuha go to a small cafe and have a small dinner together, he tell them about new songs he’s written for the group partially inspired by reader being in his life

after the dinner, the pair are walking back to the hotel and get ambushed by a crazy fan(doesn’t have to be the same one)

Kazuha is very protective

Passerby see what’s going on and crazy fan gets arrested

reader is frazzled and Kazuha tries his best to calm them down although he’s frazzled too

for a fluff ending: Kazuha discusses with reader whether a relationship with him came and all is something they are really ready for and that there is no going back, reader assures him they are 1000% sure, “I just don’t want anything to happen to you as a result of my reputation.”

for an angst ending: Kazuha discusses whether reader is ready for a relationship with him fame and all, reader says they just can’t take it anymore and his heart breaks but he understands, “I just can’t live like this.” “But we can make it work-“ “No. I’m sorry Kazuha. I-I can’t.”

Heizou:

I know this is bad but a story where reader is with Kazuha but after drinking themselves into a stupor, Heizou walks reader home and they share a night of intimacy

they wake up the next morning panicked out of their minds as Kazuha is at reader’s door asking if they are ok

its Heizou and reader’s dirty little secret

whether they continue their physical affair or not is up to reader/writer

end of the day reader and Heizou end up getting feelings for eachother

-could be 4nemo/5wirl AU

-in this case the other band member kind of catch on that something isn’t right

[henqtic]

FIVE INCOMING . STEVE HARRINGTON X BLACK!READER

word count: 1045 . warnings: pregnancy ( readers pregnant ), suggestiveness 

summary: tonight, you decided to hear what steve had to say to the baby.

note: i haven’t FULLY written anything in a little bit, this was the first thing i could write out in full in months ( rip half written draco and eddie blurbs in my drafts ) so this may be just a little dusty :)

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almost every night, at 10:27pm, you’d pause the music playing through your headphones, wrap the cord around them, unplug it from the cassette tape loaded with what you liked best, and place it on the side of your body. 

just to hear the sound of his keys jingling through his hands, not stopping until the right one getting pressed into the hole of your door. a smile would arise on your face, big and full at the long routine, tradition of him stepping out of those shiny work shoes, throwing the keys somewhere on the island in the kitchen, coming back with a warm glass of milk and kissing the very top of you hair.

“hey sweetheart, how was your day?” he’d ask, always glancing around your face, as if he'd forgotten any part of it the hours he was away, not letting the glow that bounced off of it from the shea butter you applied stop him

and he’d pull himself away for only a second to sit the cup down somewhere so that he could help you sit up from your resting position, with your head on the arm of the couch and black braids hanging down, in order to drink from the glass in a way that it wouldn’t spill all over you. 

“oh it was just the same,” you’d sigh airily, however unremarkable it was not mattering anymore since he was here now, “incredibly boring, lifeless, and peaceful without you in the house,” you raised your eyebrows with an enclosed smile at the slide in of the insult, holding out your hands to receive the warm cup.

a hum, an unconvinced, never offended hum, because he knew you were lying.

it was more exhausting really, a never ending cycle of lying around, cooking up about thirty different snacks that were all of the odd things you could find in your kitchen, reading up on the never ending lists of pregnancy, parenting, and birthing books steve had left around, and calling up his mom to get more and more insights into her boy as a baby.

“peaceful? without me? c’mon, [ your name ], wives don’t lie.”

“i’m not, y’know magazines are much better companions than you.”

“oh please,” he’d snort, and find a bonnet laying somewhere around to place on your head instead of having you lift your ever so fragile arms and do it yourself. 

once you were done, he’d take the empty glass from your hands, kiss the thick mustache it left, and leave it in the sink for the morning. 

he’d kiss you all the way to bed, from your forehead, to your eyebrows, eyes, cheeks, nose lips, hands, until you were tucked away in bed and he could shower for the next fifteen minutes.

he’d return, in nothing but his boxers and the soundless call to slip under the sheets with you, pull the blanket down to the start of your thighs, and lay his head on your rounded stomach so that he could talk with the baby growing inside of it like his best friend. although dustin liked to respond in forms other than kicks and languid movings.

the only difference tonight was, you’d usually be asleep.

you knew as tiresome dust and debris clouded your eyes, and the big read numbers of 10:50 beamed through it all. but this time, you thought to switch up the routine, just a little bit. only to hear whatever heartwarming things he had to say.

heartwarming being what you expected, this was more of heart collapsing, heart punching, heart stopping and revelrous reviving at the very chance it had heard something wrong as his talks and murmurs and promises stirred left. completely left, like a wrong exit that led you to another state.

“steve, six is way too many,” you whispered into his ear, an airy coat to your voice as you tried not to laugh out loud at the image of your baby and their five other future siblings sitting in the back of some van on some road trip he'd just come up with.

“honey it’s past your bedtime, just go to sleep,” he attempted to dismiss you, shushing you softly as he scooted his head further back so that your nails could dig further into his scalp.

“and six is past my pushing limit.”

“we’ve had six children before,” he tsked, twisting his body around to look up at you with those big brown eyes, all homey and squinted with that trace of feigning anointment and ignorance as you attempted to deny both of your skill sets, “lucas, max, dustin, will, mike, erica.”

“did i push any of them out of my vagina?”

“mentally.”

“steve.”

the minute you started dating him, it seemed that not only the title of mrs.harrington had slapped itself onto you, but also designated babysitter. honestly one of the best babysitting jobs you could’ve never got paid for.

“fine, fine, okay, what about. . . five?” he offered, furrowing his eyebrows together to make his fake attempt at a thought of compromise more believable. 

not working at you heckled out a sound that would make your neighbors think you were watching the comedy channel late at night.

so funny that it made your husband upset at the fact he couldn’t come up with that joke, face remnant of a brick wall with absolutely no sort of amusement quality to it. 

“okay, i’m sorry, i just– you think five it that much different than six?”

a straight lipped silence was your answer.

“look, how about this. . . three. four if i really need you.”

the squinting curtains he placed over his eyes rose as his spirits did, four was a big family, big enough for the two of you.

“four is a great number. but what do you mean if you really need me?” his voice echoed the regulation of your term, and he smiled amused at the implication. you nodded with a similar expression as you kept eye contact and continued rubbing his scalp.

“because every other day eating out isn’t needing me. . .”

“hey now, that’s only because it’s recommended for pregnant women.”

you weren’t quite sure if that was truth or lie.

“recommended?”

“mhm.”

“by who?” he challenged.

“any pregnant women you ask.”

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[finelinevogue]

Can you do something where Y/N is sick and Harry has to take care of her please?

i actually had written something similar to this before so i present you a lengthy blurb;

You were pretty sure if you got invited in to hell it would feel something like this.

Hot. Sticky. But chilled.

You had come down with a concerningly high temperature. Along with the added luxuries of a deafening headache, cold sweats and an upset tummy. Your body was burning all over, as if it had just been freshly cooked in the oven but you felt colder than ice. It was a confusing juxtaposition, but there it was.

You'd called Harry, since he was in the studio recording his new music and asked him to come home early. You didn't even get to the reasoning of why he should come home before he hung up, telling you he was already vacating the premises. You hated to be that needy girlfriend who had to call about nearly everything, but Harry loved it more than anything. He loved the fact that you needed him. It gave him purpose, apparently .

You couldn't work out whether you regretted asking him to come home, or whether it was a blessing. It was a very fine line.

It was a blessing because, he looked after you like a mother would her child and made sure he stood by your side any time you found yourself lurched over a toilet. He made you chicken soup from scratch and even tested it to make sure it wasn't too hot, or salty - despite being a vegetarian himself. He even made you honey and lemon tea, which he had to run to the store for the honey. When you say run, you mean run. He didn't want to leave you alone at all, so he put on his running shoes and sprinted to the shop and back. However, it was a slight regret because of how fussy he was over you. He loved it to bits - nursing to your every need.

You truly believed you didn't deserve Harry. He was just too kind and pure for his own good. You were unarguably lucky. Laying on what felt like your death bed, didn't feel so lucky though.

It was now 10 pm and you could hear Harry turning on the alarm for downstairs, the loud beeping noise preventing you from sleep. That's all you'd done all day. Sleep. You thought it'd be more magical than it was. It was just uncomfortable though, because of how cold and hot you were.

Your much better looking other half trudged through the bedroom door within a minute of the alarm going off. He was only wearing checkered pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt and yet he made it look like Gucci Runway 2021.

The jingling of keys signalled Charlie was also present. Charlie was your 2 year old Golden Retriever. He was beautiful. When you and Harry has moved in together 2 years ago you'd managed to persuade him to get a dog. Within a few weeks of moving in you had a 5 month old puppy running around your house. He was your best friend, no doubt about it. He was also ridiculously photogenic.

"Hey Chaz!" You cooed as Charlie walked over to your side of the bed, where you were snuggling down under the sheets. You reached out your hand to give him some loving and attention. You could tell by the small smile and sparkling eyes that he was one happy boy.

"Alright, buddy. Let's leave mum alone." Harry came behind Charlie to manoeuvre him into his bed, which was in the corner of the room. It was more like a big cushion. He started to whine after being forced to leave you - having not seeing you all day. Harry was strict in keeping him downstairs so not to disturb you whilst you were sleeping.

"H it's alright, let him on the bed. He can curl up on my feet." You sympathised with Charlie, as you always did, hating to hear or see him upset. Harry was like the 'bad-cop' when it came to parenting Charlie, because you were too sweet to say no to him.

"You're one spoilt boy, aren’t you?" Harry messed around with Charlie, before telling him he could get up on the bed to see you. Charlie leapt on the bed and wandered over to give you all the kisses he could, before Harry came to calm him down - as you really didn't have the strength.

"I missed you too, Chaz." You quietly laughed, not wanting to set your headache off even more.

"You gonna let me kiss mum now?" Harry rhetorically asked, but as he came over to you Charlie laid down on you so your face was buried underneath his body. You could feel him panting with his adorable tongue out above you, as he hid you from Harry.

"Someone's jealous."

"Feeling like a bloody third wheel over here." Harry tutted and you laughed until you got hot with the movement.

"Harry? Can you move him please?" You whined as you tried to shuffle around.

"Okay Chaz. Let's let mum get some sleep, alright?" Charlie is slowly removed from you and ends up curled on top of your feet, keeping them warm for you.

Harry slipped into the covers and shuffled his way over to you, putting the back of his hand over your forehead and hissing quietly at the simple touch.

"Baby you're so hot." Harry complained.

"I know." You teased with a wink at him, taking his worry out of context and turning it into a flirting compliment.

"Oh piss off!" He chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you closer. "What am I going to do with you, baby?" Harry then planted only a few delicate kisses to your lips - not wanting to overwork you and your tired body.

••••

You woke up with drowsy eyes to find you're in bed alone.

Your throat was incredibly dry and your whole body was sticky from sweat. Your pyjamas were damp and your face looked like it'd just been drowned in a rainstorm. It was disgusting. Still, you brought the duvet up to cover yourself more, as you let out a dramatic shiver. Why was it so cold?

Mixed into the background noise you could hear the cheering of crowds and it really confused you, until you looked at the wall and noticed the football was playing on re-run on the TV. Manchester United Vs Manchester City. You hated that you knew that just from their football uniforms, but that's what you get for living with a football-crazed boyfriend.

You noticed Harry emerge from the bathroom, a washing up bowl in his arms. He came and sat down in bed, the bucket of water to his side. "What are you doing?" You quietly asked, peering up at him through tired eyes.

"Oi, you're meant to be sleep y’minx." Harry told you off.

"I can't. I'm too uncomfortable. I'm hot, but i'm cold. I also find it hard to sleep without you next to me." You huffed out in annoyance.

"My poorly baby." He leant down to kiss your forehead, "c’mere, baby." He urged.

He helped you move, seeing as your body was really weak, so you could lay down against Harry’s body. He was sat up against the headboard as you nestled down between his legs, your back to his front. It was a lot more comfortable than before - probably because Harry was closer to you. Charlie noticed the disturbance and waited for you to stop moving around, before maintaining the job of guarding your feet.

Once he was happy in his position he fell asleep again, making you jealous of his ability to do that. Especially now.

"Why's the football on?" You asked, motioning towards the TV.

"Had to keep myself awake somehow." He explained, but it only made you more confused.

"Why?"

"So I can take care of you, y’muppet." His words actually melted your heart - more than chocolate could melt on your forehead right now.

After you'd settled, Harry reached into the bucket and drained out a cloth. He made sure all the excess water was cleared before moving it away from the bucket. You hummed in appreciation when he placed it against your forehead, rotating it to the back of your neck also in order to relax and cool you. It made you realise just how hot you were.

"I think i'm dying, Harry." You groaned as the nausea came over you again. Harry kept a firm hold of the cloth on your forehead, dabbing gently and careful to not let any water drip down into your eyes.

"No you're not, baby." Harry gave you a light-hearted laugh.

"Well, living shouldn't feel as shitty as this H." You grumbled, not appreciating his lack of understanding.

“Then just let me take you to the chuffing hospital!" He exclaimed, making Charlie stir slightly.

Harry had been demanding you go to the hospital all day and all evening, but you were too stubborn to go. That, and you were terrified of hospitals - more terrified of needles and blood than anything else. However, you were starting to reach the point where you were giving in to his request, though. It was becoming unbearable to sleep and harder to breathe. You were worried for yourself.

"I don't like it." You pouted like a child, as Harry wrung the cloth through the fresh water again.

"I don't care whether you like it or not, Y/N, I really think we should go. More like need." Harry insisted and you could tell he wasn’t giving up without a fight. You didn’t want that either.

You hated how he was right.

It was only going to get worse from here, and you didn't really want to be alive when that was going you happen, so going to the hospital to get checked over and drugged up seemed like the best option to go for. The more sensible option.

"Fine." You finally accepted, Harry slinking his arms tight around your waist after discarding the cloth in to the bucket. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and planted an abundance of kisses there, your skin burning just to the touch.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He repeated in-between kisses.

•••••

It took 20 minutes to get in to the car. 20 minutes.

All because Charlie was reluctant to letting you get up and go. So Harry had to dress you into a more appropriate attire, with a dog sat on your lower body. It was then half an hour later that you were in the hospital.

The hospital was quiet at this time of night and for that you were grateful. It was obviously a night where little numbers of people were doing silly things to get themselves hurt. There was the odd patient for a minor cut injury and there were a couple of people in for burns. There was even a woman in because she accidentally superglued her hand to a bottle of superglue - ironic, but painful.

You sat patiently on Harrys lap, waiting for someone to escort you to a cubicle. You were freezing cold, to the point where your teeth were chattering - your outside body was giving off the opposite temperature. You tried to get as close to Harry's warmth as possible, pushing your body against his.

"You're alright baby." Harry shushed you, as you let out a small tremble.

"If I do die—"

"Which you won't." Harry chuckled.

"I know, but if I did I want you to know that I love you." You told him. Even though he's heard you say it a million times before, it still made his heart flutter as you spoke each word.

"I love you, baby." He kissed the side of your head. "But you're going to be just fine, so no more talking about you dying okay?"

"Why? It's only a natural thing." You pointed out.

"Sure, but I don't want to think of a world without my girl living in it. So zip it before I make you."

You never thought of dying as a world without Harry before now and it wasn't the time to start thinking about it either. It was a horrible thought and you understood why Harry didn't want you speak about it. That world would be so dark and empty and you hated thinking about it.

Harry was called to the front desk to fill in some forms for you, since your hands were too cold and shaky to do it for yourself. He accidentally wrote 'Styles' as your second name, before realising his mistake and scribbling it out.

“Shit.” Harry went red in the face and chuckled over his silly mistake. His hand was shaky and you smiled at how he got so flustered over something so simple. You rested your hand on top of his, bringing his attention to you.

“One day.” You told him and he leaned to give you a kiss on the lips. You couldn’t help but feel like his lips were a future promise to make sure he wouldn’t have to scribble out his second name the next time it was written next to yours.

The doctor saw you shortly afterwards and you thanked your lucky stars that there was no injections or removal of any blood involved, Harry sticking with you the whole time. Turns out you were suffering from a moderate fever, but the doctor said with good rest it should pass. The doctor had given Harry permission to make a big fuss over you - explaining how he was going to love it and you were going to hate it - and to make sure to come back with even the slightest worsen of the fever. You got given a prescription list of various medications that you'd need to take over the next week or so. After collecting the drugs, you were back in the car on the way home.

"Told you you weren't going to die." Harry smiled, happy to have you still by his side, whilst holding your hand over the gear console.

"Unfortunate for you, I guess."

"Will you shut you, y’bloody nuisance. You know I can't do life without you, Y/N." He spoke softly, squeezing your hand tighter to assure you that he's going nowhere.

"Same here." You smile at him and he smirks back at you with his dimple-loving smile.

"You’ll always be it for me, baby." Harry speaks, before you drift back off to sleep.

Happily.

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You Get Sick in the Back of an Uber

AN: so this was a story i have had in my drafts for like three months and just never found motivation to finish it. i decided to finish this first out of my drafts because it was one of the ones that had the most already written for it. unlike some of my others that don't have much written yet. and this was supposed to be longer but i got lazy and ended the end with no dialogue and shorted the story. but i guess that's fine because the main part of this was the uber incident and not necessary the aftercare. (i just love to always include aftercare whether its with sex or getting sick. unless its a blurb) @harryhoney-bee suggested number 1. on my voting post so thank you for requesting i finish this one shot idea that was in my drafts.

This story contains: puke, drunken person, caring husband

{ husband!harry - dad!harry - Grammys 2021 Harry - 4 kids (any age you imagine) }

word count: 1765

When you drink too much at the Grammys, you end up having to get sick in the uber ride home and Harry cares for you.

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Back Story-

After the Grammys, Harry and I decided to go to the little after party that was being held for the Grammy attendees. We knew we couldn't stay too long because we had to get back home to our kids. They were currently with our babysitter but she couldn't stay all night. She has to go home at some point. So we made sure to watch the time.

At the afterparty, drinks were flowing. I haven't drank in a while due to the fact I had been pregnant not too long ago. This was the first night I was allowed to drink and I decided to do just that. Harry was aware of me drinking and promised to watch and take care of me. Though we were at this afterparty for him, he wanted me to let loose and have some fun as well.

But what he wasn't expecting was for me to drink the amount I did. I didn't mean to go over board. It just kind of happened. People handing out drinks left and right and next thing I knew, I was drunk. Not tipsy, drunk. When Harry noticed how drunk I was, he decided it's best to go home.

And because Harry also had drank some alcohol, he wasn't in a state to drive either. By no means was he as drunk as me though. Maybe just tipsy but he didn't want to risk it. So he decided to call an uber for us.

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Current-

We're sitting in the back of the uber on our way home. It's about an hour drive since the city is crowded with traffic due to the Grammys. Right about now is when I regret drinking any alcohol tonight. Because I haven't drank in over a year, my body isn't use to the poison running through my veins. So you could say I'm a lightweight now. My head is throbbing. My vision is blurry. My stomach is turning. Lets just say I regret all my decisions tonight that lead to me feeling this way.

"Harrrrry I don't feel good." I manage to slur out.

"You probably should have stuck to champagne instead of vodka my love." Harry responds, while stroking my hair out of my face in a gentle manner.

Another 10 minutes pass and I'm feeling very nauseous. I'm trying to focus on my breathing but it's not working.

"Harry my stomach hurts." I whisper with hooded eyes.

"Like you're gonna be sick?" Harry questions with panic.

I nod my head and hear Harry asking the driver if he can pull over.

"Can you pull over? My wife is feeling ill." Harry frantically questions the uber driver up front.

"I'm sorry sir but this freeway is packed and there is no way I can get to the side of the road right now." the driver says with a bit of an attitude.

Hearing that made me and Harry both start to panic.

"Well do you have any sick bags in here?" my husband asks.

"Sorry I don't." the driver retorts in a uncaring tone. What kind of uber driver doesn't carry sick bags for when drunks potentially need a ride but feel like they are going to be sick?

I just barley hear Harry let out a frustrated sigh and turn to me.

"Try and relax love. Take deep breaths for me, alright." Harry whispers while rubbing my back as I'm slumped over his body, too disoriented to even hold my head up.

About 3 minutes later, I feel vomit rise up my throat. There isn't much I can to do. The driver already said he couldn't pull over, nor does he have sick bags. I sit up from my slouched position and clasp a hand over my mouth. My legs are bouncing up and down. I'm trying desperately not to puke but I'm doing a poor job. Harry is sitting up with me, trying to comfort me but his words are all a blur at this point.

"If you have to be sick darling, let it out. I'll pay to get this uber cleaned, okay." Harry states in my ear. I know he'd rather not have me puke on the floor of the uber, right beside him, but he can tell I'm struggling and in discomfort.

Hearing those words was all the conformation I needed. I remove my hand from my mouth and let out a gush of alcoholic bile spew from my mouth and onto the backseat floor board. Harry gathers my hair in his hands so it's not in my face. My vomit splatters all over my legs and on the bottom of Harry's Gucci suit. I'd feel terrible about that if I wasn't so out of it, but my mind is a mushed up blur.

"Shhh, that's it. You're alright." Harry reassures me. The uber driver lets out a sigh of disgust, but this is truly his fault that I'm throwing up in his uber right now anyways.

Heave after heave, I let out more of the alcohol that was poisoning my system, right onto the floor. It's not a pretty sight. I'm having a cold sweat and my body is trembling. Though Harry has a weak stomach, when it comes to his wife (me) or his kids, he can always handle a bit of throw up. Or a lot like currently. It's like a fatherly/husband instinct that comes over him and he feels only adrenaline, not yuck.

Finally I feel my stomach relax and I sit up, breathing heavy with vomit dripping down my chin. Without thinking, I wipe it off with the back of my hand and smear it on my already ruined dress. "Feeling better?" Harry asks in a low tone.

"Mhmm." I hum, not really feeling like talking. My drunken brain has cleared up some from the majority of the alcohol being out of my system, but I still feel the after affects drinking brings. I just lean my head on Harry's shoulder for the rest of the ride home and allow the cool breeze to blow on my face. The uber driver did us all a favor by rolling the windows down so we didn't suffocate on the nasty smell of my sick.

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After-

When we arrived home, Harry payed the uber driver, not giving much of a tip and told him that he'd have someone clean his car out in the morning. As well as a half assed apology for my incident beings it could have been prevented. Then carefully, Harry lifted me out the uber and carried me into our Los Angeles home. Good thing our kids were all asleep because they shouldn't have to see their mother like this. Covered in puke and half drunk.

Harry took me to our bathroom and quickly ran down stairs to pay our babysitter, hoping she didn't question my appearance when she saw my state as we came through the front door. She didn't thankfully and left soon after her check was handed to her. Harry came back up to where he left me and helped me clean up and get ready for bed.

He stripped us of our vomit covered clothes and helped me into the big walk-in shower we have in our master bathroom. Then after he delicately washed our bodies along with my hair, he helped us out and dried us off. We brushed our teeth, me with the help of my husband because I was still a bit dizzy. After we're clean of sick and smelt fresh, he helped me put some panties and a t-shirt over my nude body and boxers on himself; just incase our kids woke up and needed us for whatever reason.

Harry helped me into our large bed and tucked me in, bending down to kiss my forehead. Then he walked down to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water and a bucket incase I needed to be sick again at some point through-out the rest of the early morning. When he had all the items he intended to grab, Harry came back to our bedroom where I was already passed out with sleep.

So he just set the water on my night stand and the bucket on the floor, beside my side of the bed. Then Harry quietly exited our room and went to each of our child's bedrooms to make sure they were fine and still asleep like they should be, which they thankfully were.

When everything was done and taken care of, Harry turned the bedroom lights out and slipped in the covers with me. He helped my body scoot over and I cuddled into his warm body. I didn't realize it in my state of sleep but I knew when I awoke, I'll be thinking about how grateful I am to have a wonderful husband like Harry.

He takes such good care of me. He didn't get upset that I drank too much on his special night and accidently got wasted. He never once got upset that I basically got throw up on his expensive suit tonight in the uber. He didn't get annoyed that he had to shower both me and him past midnight, though he was exhausted. Harry loves taking care of me (and our kids) and wouldn't wish for any other life. Even when his life becomes chaotic and stressful. Harry loves his family dearly and his family love him just as much or more.

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fic recs january 2021

hi guys!! okay so i got to thinking and i’ve seen a lot of these posts around so i made my own!! i think that fic rec masterposts are such a great way to support writers and get more people to have the chance of seeing fics!!! plus i’m leaving a bit of feedback too :))

if you know of any fics that you’d like to share a little love on / you’d like me to read so that i can reblog and give it a little love, send me an ask with the title and the author’s url!!! 

so here it is, all the fics that i read in january 2021 (and the very end of december but i’m including them anyway)

total number of fics listed: 92 (series counted as a single piece)

@moonchildstyles

aster / tattoo artist harry aster | daffodil | sweet pea | gardenia | poppy

i read this entire series at like 8 am after not sleeping the night before and oh my god i was literally so soft!! like this is so fucking cute i literally felt like i was going to throw up the entire time (in the best way yk) like omg the butterflies i got from this series? unmatched. also, i feel that it’s necessary to add the part of this that made my heart absolutely explode: Harry’s thumb stroked her jawline, a smile molding his features. “Y’not a baby love, unless you want to be my baby. And I like you a lot, too. And stuff. like okay kill me <3

citrine / witch harry citrine | opal | lepidolite | sodalite | carnelian | angelite

alright so h is literally so sweet in this one!! he’s so gentle and lovely and i truly fell in love with him in the very first few paragraphs. and he’s so out of tune with everything but he’s trying his best to understand and just... sigh. “I’d look forever for you, if I had to.” love love love this line so much it’s literally the perfect way to tie everything together

chiaroscuro / vampire harry chiaroscuro | sfumato | craquelore | non finito | fresco | renaissance 

this is very creepy during the first chapter but in such a good way!!! i literally found myself gasping and i barely ever vocally react to a fic unless i am squealing at the fluff or crying but i vocally react to lindsee’s fics literally they are so good pleaseee. and omg the growth throughout this fic truly is impeccable i swear.

@gucciwins

adore you

okay this is so cute!!! loved every single word of it!!! there was a bit of angst at the very beginning that had my heart hurting but it was all mended by the end!!! the dad!harry content was absolutely immaculate omg i literally loved reading about atticus!!!!! i absolutely love long pieces and i think that this piece was the perfect length!! there were so many things that were packed in there but it didn’t seem rushed or jumbled or anything like that!!!!

@soysauceharry

watashi no sakura

okay first things first, i love japanrry in any form so i knew just by looking at the description that i was going to love this regardless of what was in it. to be honest i didn’t expect him to have a penny board that he used to get everywhere but there’s something so cute about that to me. throughout this entire fic, i was so amazed at the way that their relationship moved along so naturally and at such a good pace. i feel like there’s an art to making things move along at the right pace, and you definitely have that down!! i truly loved this fic so much and will probably be coming back at times to reread!

@havethetimeofyourstyles

143

i am very in love with this!!! boxer!h is so freaking yummy plus it’s so well written that i can feel everything, which is so amazing. i love that i’m able to feel all the emotions and picture everything while reading!! my heart broke a bit for harry while he was sad and just looking for love in any way he could find it. like mega sigh. also, i love the way that the characters are introduced. like, y/n doesn’t come at the very beginning but it’s so natural when she’s finally introduced. and omg the interactions that they had??? the reassurances??? *chef’s kiss*

baby, it’s cold outside

before i even started reading this, i knew i would love it!!! teacher!h has a special place in my heart for some reason i truly love him so much!! oh my god the yearning in this piece is so heartbreaking!!!! i literally read through the entire thing thinking that i was going to cry because of how much i could feel y/n and harry yearning for each other. sigh this is so cute i will definitely be rereading (most likely multiple times)

bright & blooming

ahhh this is literally so cute i live for the long distance friendships + only seeing each other over the summer!!! that is literally so amazing to me that you love someone that much to wait all year to only see them for a month!!! and this was such a good representation of the love and yearning that come with that!!! and i absolutely adore the way that you described each of them and their nicknames for each other!!!! love love love!!!

where the world takes you

this is my study abroad dream!!!!! the loveliness of them meeting and drunk!harry is just so sweet i love it so much!!! and the way that the flashback is in the middle and explains everything is so genius!!! and the full circle of it all makes me so happy!!! also the way that i cried at the end of the four months!! like that was heartbreaking but everything was pieced back together as it went along!!!

extra credit

this is prof!h so you know it’s great!!! i am such a sucker for this au i swear. this was so cute!! the way that everything progressed and the confession and the tension!!!! and then the “Yours.” at that one part had me screaming!!! and the way that he literally had a plan oh my god that’s so cute!!!! i love their dynamic so much!!!

deep sleep

this is so :) :( :) :( if that makes sense!! like i love love love dad!harry but there are just a few things that make me want to sob <3 i absolutely adore it though!!!!! it’s very sweet how mr. styles comes out here comforting as he should!!!!

beautiful inside & out

this is so sweet oh my god it’s beautifully written and i really felt everything that was going on!! personally, i’m not a person of color, but i think that this piece truly was written so wonderfully and it’s very lovely!!!! the insecurities made me literally want to cry, but the way that h was there to comfort was very nice, it made me so soft!!

admiring

this is so sweet!! the background snippet in there is so well done i love getting to know exactly how they met!!! and the way that harry’s being admired is just!!! so good!!!! like i love the descriptions and the feelings connected to that!!!! the entire thing is just so cute!!

for your eyes only

i shed tears reading this!! like it is so sad but also so happy!! i know that makes no sense but there was just a sense of my heart breaking and then it being put back together again and i love that!!! definitely a fantastic use of ‘if i could fly’ which is one of my fav one direction songs so that’s just a plus honestly!!!

@greenorangevioletgrass

to feel good

miss ava!!!! coming out strong with your first harry fic!!!! it’s so lovely, so pure, so sweet!!!! the memories that are included make everything that much better!!! the flashback really fills out everything nicely!!! the interaction that the two of them had at the end was so comforting to read like... that’s literally one of the most wonderful endings i’ve ever experienced on a fic like this!!!

@adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy

demon!harry  angel!y/n -  a total of 51 blurbs, drabbles, and one-shots demon!y/n - a total of 8 blurbs, drabbles, and one-shots

yeah okay so there are...... a lot of things here so i’ll do a demon!harry + angel!y/n feedback thingy and a different one for demon!harry + demon!y/n demon!harry + angel!y/n: he’s such an asshole but he’s... already kinda turning soft like... he’s already got the little simp showing through!!  “ When it comes to love, if it doesn’t hurt, it isn’t fun.” i’ll cry right here right now what the fuck is this?? sigh. “Tell me…” He gulps thickly, licking his burning lips in anticipation, “tell me you want me. Tell me this— whatever this is— tell me it’s real.” yeah that made me almost scream literally shut up andrea. also not me reading this and literally sobbing at some of the pieces like... no <3 “I promise on my soul— as damned as it may be— that I will not let anything bad happen to you. I swear.” i literally want to set myself on fire what the hell the things your brain comes up with literally what the fuck. i literally read all 51 pieces in a day and cried a million times but they were just because i’m soft for simprry. demon!harry + demon!y/n: okay so i am writing this after i’ve read the first two pieces and.... that escalated quite quickly i would say!!! if you like smut, you’ll like this!!!!!! if you like smut just go to andrea she’s got you!!!!! and we see some more simprry but not full swing because he doesn’t want to admit that he’s wrapped around her finger!!! and the way they’re not exclusive but they’re each other’s? *chef’s kiss* 

@jawllines

harry is the bad boy cliché of y/n’s dreams, she just doesn’t know it yet

this is so very sweet, so very soft!! all the pet names have me crying omg it’s literally one of the cutest things!!!! the way harry is so soft for her and he’s just so sweet and so obvious about his feelings even though she doesn’t completely see it is so sweet!!!!

harry’s a porn star and y/n is new

i love their dynamic here!! they automatically click and everything between them is so genuine and lovely!!! the way that they care about each other so immensely even though they haven’t known each other that long is so beautiful!!

harry is y/n’s dominant 

okay obviously this is like... smut but it’s so much more than that!!! their relationship is so sweet and lowkey domestic even from the very beginning and i love the trust that they have in each other!!! very cute!! and the ending was so so perfect!!!

y/n works in a roller rink and harry goes there to read

literally so sweet!!! the shy, kinda introverted h is to ide for!!!! and the way that they’re so cute together ahhh!!!!!! and i absolutely love the way that they support each other and are falling for each other before they even admit that they are!!!!

harry’s a vampire and y/n never dresses for the weather 

i love how when they met it wasn’t on great terms and he couldn’t get her off his mind so he was like “no, stay away!” but he was already so whipped for her and then!!!! when he asked how to be warm for her??? that made me so soft i literally thought i was going to cry.

harry and y/n are best friends and y/n isn’t his “type” (or so she’s heard)

this is so absolutely soft!!! they’re so whipped for each other and don’t even know it!!! and miss y/n hearing things made my heart break but all was well at the end!!! love love love!!! the entire dynamic that they have is so fun plus there were peeks of jealous h so that’s always a win!!!

y/n and harry don’t really mesh well, until they do

we love a bit of an enemies to lovers moment!! and the whole “y/n’s being a good friend to jeff, that’s it” and the tension and the drunk cuteness and literally all of it, it’s so wonderful!! harry being a softie is one of my weaknesses and although he’s a bit mean at first, he redeems himself!!

harry’s on the football team and y/n steals a dog

this is absolutely so cute!!! y/n has such a beautiful little personality and harry feeling things with her even though his “reputation” is different than hanging out with people like her is so great!! and the way that he takes up for her and the way that she comforts him is so lovely!!

harry is y/n’s grumpy neighbor and he has a secret part 2

this is actually the second time that i’ve read this fic tbh!! it’s just so good!! the dynamic of him trying to stay away from her because it’s dangerous for her to be too close to him and then him trying even harder to stay away from her and hide his feelings only for her to make a move is golden.

y/n pretends to be harry’s girlfriend

okay this one hurt a bit at first. i wanted to flick h in the forehead at first for trying to make someone else jealous with y/n but he redeemed himself as he does so i shall let him off the hook this time haha. i think that the way that they progress is so sweet plus!!! everyone loves a good fake dating au!!!

werewolves exist... pt. 2

this is the first werewolf au i’ve read in a while and it’s actually really good!! i love how everything progressed and the way that harry was like.... this isn’t supposed to happen like this!!!! it’s all very cute and it’s very enemies to lovers-esque even though they aren’t enemies lmao

y/n delivers sweets and harry lives on the side of a mountain

this made me so sad tbh like... the fact that they treated harry so bad just because they judged him before they know him makes me so sad and i really wanted to punch some people but it’s a fictional universe so i can’t actually do that lol. but the way that y/n was with him made me so soft i really love this piece

y/n is on harry’s tour crew and harry just think’s she’s lovely

y/n is so sweet in this piece!!! it makes my heart hurt when harry gets overwhelmed and snaps but thankfully everything is well in the end and he gets his act together so that he can realize what is truly important!!!

harry is y/n’s criminology instructor part 2

this dynamic is an automatic yes and that’s on my love for this au. anyway, the way that he was like “it’s just a kiss” made me absolutely want to scream but i didn’t and thankfully i didn’t write him off as a prick because he’s actually so sweet and he takes care of her and loves her and just... he’s everything.

harry used y/n as a model for his art final

i wanted to smack harry upside the head so hard when he kept talking about his crush when y/n just wanted a good partner. thankfully he finally saw the light and realized that the only thing he wants is y/n by his side because y/n is there for him and cares about him and loves him

[whoblewboobear]

AHHH you sent me a ton of numbers!!! hang on I’ll follow up: 4, 8, 12, 28!

!!!!!! Thank you for more!!

4. a story idea you haven’t written yet

I'm very very very attached to my lil rockstar!jace blurb. I can see myself writing a handful of chapters or a very lengthy oneshot about Jace coming back from a month hiatus to get sober, it doesn't work but he's hemorrhaging money from rescheduling tour dates. He notices his new sound equipment manager, Porter, for the first time. Porter thinks Jace is a little bit of a joke, like he's wasting the career that Porter wished he had. He doesn't hesitate to put Jace in his place and Jace LOVES IT. He hires porter to handle equipment while he records his 3rd album once tour wraps and Porter accepts. When tour is over, Porter is at jace's all the time. Either to fuck or to help with the album. It's not a bad gig, and he starts to fall for jace on those late nights when he's just at his piano or writing. He knew jace as this whirlwind, tweaked out, celebrity. He spent most of his time backstage, he didn't get to watch the emotion play out on Jace's face when he sang. Or how lost in the music he was when played his piano. LMAO so yeah, I haven't written this YET. But I just might, even if it never gets posted. I love behind the scenes and musician tell all kinda things (Daisy jones & the six being a biiiig recent favorite of mine. Loved the book, kinda didnt love the show, LOVE the album) It'll be a little heavily on the subject matter bc this Jace is an addict on his recovery journey and everything that comes with that. But Porter sticks by him.

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

Religion’s in Your lips aka Period fic~ So I had two crack fic ideas and kinda combined them bc I had a silly idea called Family Dinner where porter & jace gather the rat grinders and tell them the plan is off. So kipperlilly gets so pissed she puts her rogue hat on and digs deep into Porter’s past and finds out that he dated someone from every adventuring party he was in. Which then ties into the Porter’s scott pilgrim 7 evil exes moment. I just wanna play with the slapstick silly goofy aspects of the FH universe AND Jace and Porter deserve to have a little fun. In this universe they also are very much stupid like they share a brain cell and Porter refuses to hold it bc it’s too much work but Jace is like I.. can’t hold it I’m too pretty to think (He ends up holding it bc someone has to. Zara loves Jace but she simply refuses to hold it, her hands are full)

12. a trope you’re really into right now

I loooooooove the sunshine x grumpy/black cat trope SO BAD which is why j2jace got my ass so fiercely lmao. There's just something about a super sunny and sweet character being like I love this meanie, they are mine. And the grumpy one just being so c: about them. Like aghhhhhh. And there's so many ways to explore it, i just eat that shit up with a spoon. It's my weakness.

28. your least favorite part of the writing process

Starting a new chapter!!! Hate it! Like I love it but I hate it bc the getting started is like pulling teeth for me.

[all-things-fic]

Stand and Deliver

A/N: This is probably the quickest I’ve ever written something in the longest time and was a nice interlude from the piece I’m preparing for this weekend. I picked one prompt of number 14 “I can’t say away from you”.

Massive love to Anne @oh-honey-styles for putting this one together. 

This is a little blurb of Harry on your doorstep, giving in and putting out.

~*~

He could still hear your voice. The way you’d offered him a nightcap in your London townhouse. Hopeful tone with an edge of something he couldn’t quite explain.

As he sat, car still idling outside on the deserted London street that held your home, he rubbed his hands harshly down his face and dropped his head back against the headrest behind him.

Did he want to come in? Of course, he fucking did.

You had to know that too. Surely.

From the pucker of his lips against your hand as he lifted it to his mouth while waiting for the light to turn green; to the way his hand hadn’t left your thigh through the entire evening of dinner and drinks.

He had become quite the master at cutting his food with only the edge of his fork. Casting glances your way as you engaged in conversation with others around the dining table. Willing you to turn your energy to him, to spoil him and only have eyes for him.

Cause his glances had been woven with unbridled lust, that he thought had gone unnoticed by you. Yet, your request just ten minutes prior told him otherwise.

But still he’d declined. Politely.

This breathy chuckle had left his throat around his words, because while his mouth was respectful the thoughts clouding his mind were anything but.

He remembered your blush, only visible to him thanks to his interior car light. The way you had brushed your hair behind your ear and barely muttered your soft, “oh.”

How had you gotten it so wrong?

His touch had been tactile. His eyes, unyielding.

The kiss the two of you had shared in the dark car park before he finally drove you away into the inky night - one that left your lips searing in one second and lifting innocently in the next - as you hit the next set of traffic lights and your thumbs brushed away the rouge staining you left upon him.

All the signs had been there in him wanting to. In you matching him and longing for it too.

Just two consensual adults.

With his head lolled to the side now, he eyed your front door. The downstairs light was still on, faintly giving him a blurred image of you moving around between your kitchen and your living room, letting him know you hadn’t made a move to go to bed just yet.

Keys snatched from the ignition, Harry let the drivers door fling open onto the street. A groan omitted from his throat as he dragged himself out of the car and slammed the door shut.

Dress shoes hit the pavement mockingly beneath his feet, because he had prided himself on being a man of his word.

Had.

The night was cold, blowing into his hands to warm them. Harry tugged on the lapels of his suit jacket to sort himself out.

The light in the hallway showed him to you from inside the warmth of your home. The rapt of his knuckles against your glass caused you to pause your hand before it could pour his nightcap offering.

Through the mottled glass he was nothing more than an abstract shape. An abstract shape that caused a nervous sensation in the pit of your stomach.

Bare feet met the black and white tiles of your hallway from your kitchen, shiver shooting through you from how cold they were. You tried to ignore the shake to your hand as it raised to the handle, lingering longer than you wanted to, not needing to second guess yourself but wanting him to wait that little bit longer.

His back faced you as you opened the door, his head turning to look at you from over his left shoulder as he heard the giving way of your door latch. These owlish eyes and innocent face were peering around the front door as you leaned against the wood and watched him lazily set his eyes on you.

“‘S cold in m’ car.”

And part of you knew you shouldn’t give in. But how could you resist the croak of his tone at the way the cold had gone straight to his chest.

Hand reaching out, palm facing up he almost tripped up your doorstep as he placed his larger hand in your much smaller one. Embarrassed grin slid onto his lips as he looked at you with sheepish eyes knowing his clumsiness hadn’t gone unnoticed.

The clink of his keys as they were thrown into the ceramic pot next to your door - like usual - had you releasing a familiarly contented sigh. His eyes caught yours in the mirror that sat above the hall side table, and you confidently held his gaze.

“‘M parked on a double yellow,” he let you know.

“Well then, better make it quick.”

He propelled himself forward, hands rushing as he fumbled to get you in a decent hold. His hand slid across your jaw and underneath your hair as he cupped at the back of your neck.

You clung to the lapels of his jacket, as your hooded eyes peered up at him. His mouth hovered over yours, green eyes speaking words and seeking approvals that his lips couldn’t bring themselves to utter.

The warmth of your breath mixed with his, as his chest felt tight when he leaned forward and brushed his lips over yours. One, two, three times he enticed, his tongue finding yours as you entwined your arms around the back of his neck to anchor yourself to him.

And as you pulled him down to you with a strong tug, the extra weight had the door beneath you pushing shut, the noise of the catch abrupt against both your ears as you remained fixated on each other.

The sound ignited an urgency between you both that had yet to be felt. His hands were back to grabbing, fingers digging as they slid down the back of your night robe.

Harry’s movements were rushed as he hoisted you up, legs wrapping around his narrow hips so easily. He pressed his pelvis against you as he leaned his chest back.

The gap allowed your hands to ruck up his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers before making quick work of the fastening at the front. The zip gave way to your movements, easily, as the sound caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.

Your forehead fell against his jawline with a low gasp when you came to realise he was completely naked underneath the expensive outer garment that covered his lower half.

“Mm,” he hummed, nudging his nose at your temple when you found yourself bold enough to brush your hand from around the back of the trouser waistband to the front.

His moan was honeyed, his breath shaky as you didn’t waste time in teasing him. He was pulsing and hot, and had been since you mentioned the idea of him coming inside.

He sighed when your hands ran inside the fabric of his trousers, pushing them down and over his bum and enjoying the tight cut and the way they sat against his stronger and muscular thighs.

As the cold of the hallway enveloped his hard cock, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

He was smooth, and firm. Hard enough, but likely to get harder if you played with him a bit and guided him and his leaking tip into you.

“Wha’ you gonna do wi’me?” He soothed, his voice rumbling in his chest. “‘S a funny nightcap this, darlin’. Eh?”

His hand tilted your head back, brushing hair off your forehead and frowning at the soft bump of your head against the wooden door.

“Careful.”

It was whispered and held weight. Too much for a quick fumble as he stood proud between the two of you, wet and ready.

Your chest heaved as you pushed your hips into his and the movement created a space between your hips and the door. Not enough that it didn’t mean you wouldn’t be causing it to rattle and shake some time soon, but enough so it allowed him the opportunity to slide his hands to cup your buttocks.

Harry’s eyes dropped now, as he looked between the both of you and felt the way he glided against your glistening wet warmth. You moaned in unison with him as his tip bumped your clit.

“Take me,” he urged, wantonly. “Put me in.”

His lulls of encouragement had you sliding a hand between your bodies, both sets of eyes watching as your hand gently guided him to your entrance.

Tip now brushing your wetness with purpose, he bit away his fulfilled and triumphant smile as he watched the quirk of your lips when you let your head fall back once more.

Snug.

Satisfied.

Sexy.

You held him in you as he felt you around him. Drawing him closer with a silkiness that he happily surrendered to.

His body shook as he held you, legs holding strong and arms determined to do so too. His chuckle was deep and tapered off into a pleasurable groan as he bottomed out and held you against the door with mainly his hips.

“Took me deep,” his voice choked in disbelief, breathing heavily as his mouth pressed to your cheek. The two of you were still as you enjoyed the sensation that you had created.

He swore this was the deepest you have ever taken him. His balls heavily pressed against you. And he smiled at the thought, but he dare not move, regardless of the press of the heels of your feet to his bare bum.

Yet when he did, he only gave your little nudges first. Grinds that don’t give you the desired audible sound of him shagging you. That was until he did. His rhythm building with each thrust until he snapped forward with enough drive that you were keening breathily at him to ‘do it again.’

And the doors began to rattle, the dull thud created by you both causing you to breathily laugh around the kiss you were sharing.

“I can’t stay away from you,” he admitted, mouthing at the corner of your lips and your smile.’“Don’t know why I’m trying to.”

“Stop trying,” you told him.

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

✏, hotchreid, first kiss 🥺

You don’t just get a blurb honey, you get the whole damn night. I’ll eventually start writing blurbs and not full-length oneshots for these asks, but Cee (my love my family my favorite always) is who got me back into CM in the first place so yours was always going to be the long, fleshed out version. I love you so my dear. 

((P.S. Yes I’m still working on the 200follower asks xD I’m so sorry life got in the way and I discovered hcs but I’m being responsible and finishing all of these now I promise!!!))

Personal plot bunny: Hotch invites Reid over to help with a research paper/with Jack and Reid gets to see his boss all domestic and soft, and in turn Spencer just kind of fits in his home seamlessly and Hotch kisses him as he leaves.

Word Count: 3107

--

It’s a perfectly ordinary day in late November when Hotch opens his apartment door to Reid standing there in the clothes he’d worn to work earlier that day. Satchel over his shoulder, wrapped in jacket and scarf, and giving him a small quirk of a smile in greeting -- still very obviously thrown off kilter that Hotch had invited him over in the first place. 

When Reid said he’d lend him a hand on his most recent research paper, the younger agent had probably expected them to do it at the office. Interviews and research were all a big part of having a Behavioral Science subunit at the FBI, and published papers were a requirement from all BAU members to aid in this endeavor. Every team had to keep a steady output of resources and research studies going just to keep funding for the department afloat. He may be Unit Chief, but Hotch was no exception to these requirements, even with as much work as he has to put in on the regular. 

Usually, he can do his research and piece together papers in between his daily paperwork. But this week Jess is sick with a stomach flu, and Jack hadn’t gotten to spend time with Hotch in what feels like a month. So the easiest solution was obviously to invite Reid to have dinner with them at his home, entertain him while he read over the drafted paper and helped Hotch out. 

Obviously. 

The only reasonable option, really. 

“Thanks for coming, Reid,” Hotch greets back with a softened expression as he looks him up and down. “Did you even go home first?” The very first thing Hotch always does is change out of his suit when he gets home, shedding that armour as best he can to switch mindsets between Agent Hotchner of the FBI, and Aaron Hotchner the ever-stressed-out single dad. That evening donning worn jeans and a heather grey Henley to better accommodate himself within the space. 

“Oh -- no, I didn’t see much point,” Reid shrugs, then motioning to his satchel which is now filled with books that weren’t there when he’d left the bull pen a couple hours before. “I stopped by the law library in Georgetown and found a few more references, just in case you were using the Favero citations instead of Weston and I don’t have all of those read yet -- or I didn’t. I do now. But I still brought them--”

Hotch smiles, a real smile -- small as it is, but no less fond of Reid going out of his way to help him. But before he can thank him again Jack’s socked feet come thundering down the hall behind him. 

“Dr. Spencer! Dr. Spencer! Dr. Spencer!” And he’s slipping past Hotch, smooth and fluid as water, attaching himself to Reid’s legs and waist in a hug with a big smile that looks so much like Aaron’s own. When he’d been younger, only about three or four years old, Jack had been deathly scared of Doctor’s visits. It had been Reid’s idea to have Jack start calling him ‘Dr. Spencer’ to help alleviate some of that fear, associating the moniker with his non-threatening and familiar face. Reid had been much younger then, too, and that had helped the tactic work like a charm. Haley had been over the moon when his reverse psychology worked out so well. 

“Jack! Woah, you got taller!” Reid’s whole demeanor changes. A little more animated, more comfortable, even -- and Hotch could remember a time when Reid hadn’t even wanted to hold a child for fear of the interaction. Now, he was always the first to talk to one if JJ didn’t beat him to it. “How’ve you been?” “Good!” Jack says excitedly, barreling over the small talk in ways only children can. “Dad says you’re going to help him with his homework, can you help me with mine too?!”

Reid smiles even wider and chances a glance at Hotch that he feels in his chest. “You bet, I love helping with homework.”

Jack just scrunches his nose up at him. “Why?”

“Because it’s fun.”

“Homework isn’t fun.”

“Well, maybe you’ve been doing it wrong.” 

“Let’s let Dr. Reid in from the hallway,” Hotch interrupts with a laugh, herding his son and the younger agent inside. “Jack, go get your homework and you can do it at the table,” Hotch says as he takes Reid’s coat and watches him kick off his shoes by the door. Mismatched socks prominent against the hardwood floors. Making himself at home, shedding some of the layers and getting comfortable in the space much like Aaron does every day after work. “Hope you like spaghetti. It won’t be as good as Rossi’s.”

“Who doesn’t love spaghetti,” Spencer grins with a soft laugh. “Rossi’s is almost too fancy for me, anyway.”

“A man of simple tastes,” Hotch teases him.

“I’m easily impressed.”

“Lucky me.” 

It slips out, the low, comfortable banter, and Reid’s eyes are alight and Aaron feels himself smiling enough his dimples show, and he leads the way to the kitchen where dinner is already in the works on the stove. Filling the small condo with the smell of tomato sauce and garlic. 

-

Jack and Reid set up at the kitchen bartop where they can watch Hotch finish cooking and stay within reach of conversation. It doesn’t take long for Hotch to finish making dinner, or for Jack to finish his homework spurred on by Reid’s strange enthusiasm for math problems. With how much time they spend talking about psychology and sociology (and sometimes even philosophy) Hotch always forgets one of Reid’s Ph.D.’s is in mathematics. 

“Numbers just make sense,” he explains, when Hotch brings it up while drizzling olive oil on the drained pasta on the stove. “There’s always a right answer and the rest are wrong. It’s comforting, to an extent, but predictable -- that’s why I shifted focus from sciences to humanities. There’s no right or wrong answers in philosophy, it’s all argumentative. Always evolving. I prefer that, it’s no fun having all the answers.” 

And coming from someone who does always have all the right answers, that must mean something profound to the younger man. One conversation outside the walls of the BAU and Hotch already feels like he understands Reid more than he has in a long time.

--

Dinner runs so smoothly it’s as if Reid is always there for it. Jack even finishes all of his food and helps with the dishes before Hotch has to ask him to. Making the two men exchange a glance and Hotch ask, “You charge by the hour?” and Reid laughs into his water glass in reply. They end up talking a bit about the paper Hotch has been working on, along with about a dozen other things Reid launches into in side tangents -- from the books he’d read during his brief visit to Georgetown that afternoon, to his most recent philosophical debate he had with his doctoral advisor about his thesis paper he’ll have to submit at the end of next month. 

“Do you need time to piece it together? I didn’t know you were that close to your next Ph.D.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” Reid waves him off. “I just need a weekend where we are actually in town and not on a case, and I’ll get it finished.” 

“I’ve been working on this paper for the past six months,” Hotch all but balks in disbelief. “How can you write a Ph.D. dissertation in a weekend?”

“Well, I’m not the Unit Chief or a single parent,” Reid points out with a gentle grin, and Hotch feels one pulling at his own lips as well. “But it’s mostly written anyway, just all up here.” He points to his head, and Hotch bets he could recite the paper verbatim with what he writes up when he has the time.

“You could always write it on the jet,” Hotch says. 

“I do,” Reid smirks, and Hotch can’t help but roll his eyes. “In my head, someone is usually taking up the table with a headstart on paperwork.”

“I think they can be talked into relinquishing some table top space,” Hotch says, until Reid gives him a look. “Oh, you mean me?”

“You spread out everything to keep it organized in piles.” 

“I’d share with you.”

“You told Rossi to use the couch last week when he wanted to answer emails,” Reid says with a barely contained laugh.

“Yeah, well, he’s not you,” Hotch admits before he can take it back, and Reid almost answers -- mouth open and everything -- when Jack comes back and is all but begging ‘Dr. Spencer’ to help him with his science fair project he hadn’t even decided on. 

--

The rest of the evening ends up with the three holed up in Hotch’s office, Reid surrounded by Law books and reading material he hasn’t gotten to sift through before, Hotch with his drafted paper printed out for Reid’s ease of access, and Jack with his science textbook and a notebook already talking Reid’s ear off about a science project for the spring. 

But once the time starts to tip into the later hours of the night, Hotch tells Jack to get ready for bed and say goodnight to Dr. Reid. 

“Goodnight, Dr. Spencer. Thanks for your help,” Jack says politely, ingrained in him by his father and Reid smiles a little too bright and soft at the same time at how sweet it is he tries to be good for company.

“You know, Jack, you can just call me Spencer if you’d like,” he says, knowing that the older boy has already outgrown his fear of the doctor and the reverse psychology is no longer needed.

Jack looks a little confused for a moment. “Dad doesn’t.” 

“Well, your dad can, too -- if he wants,” Reid says, looking to Hotch and they share a look he once again can feel in his chest. Watching the whole interaction with a carefully guarded expression, but it melts under Reid’s glance and he isn’t quite sure what is there anymore. But whatever it is, it makes Reid smile softly at him.

“Okay, goodnight Spencer,” Jack interrupts their moment, and hugs Reid around the neck from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor. It jostles the younger man, and Hotch smiles wide and ducks his head down to hide it. But Reid hugs Hotch’s son back, and tells him goodnight, as well. “You’ll come back, right?”

“Of course, I’d love to,” Reid tells him, and -- satisfied -- Jack goes off to brush his teeth, leaving the two in a lull of heavy silence. “Sorry, I think I just invited myself over, some time.”

“You’re welcome anytime.” And he means that, knows Reid knows that as he looks at him a little more soundly than before. “Not just for work.” If that needed to be said. 

And if Reid’s face flushes a little darker in the low lighting, Hotch doesn’t mention. No matter how much he can’t seem to look away.

Reid looks over his entire paper while Hotch tucks Jack into bed, and is already making notes on it at his desk when the man returns. The next hour rolls into two, and Hotch drags another chair in from the kitchen so they can share his desk and work through bullet points on the paper but… it was pretty much done, from the start. Even Reid’s edits didn’t take them long. After a while they dissolve into just talking, discussions and anecdotes and sitting maybe a little too close and laughing so much and so loud sometimes they have to quiet themselves so they don’t wake Jack down the hall. 

It’s almost 10:30 by the time they resurface from each other, before Hotch realizes Reid probably needs to go home because they both have to be at work bright and early. But this was… this was the best night he’s had in a long, long time, and he wants to do it again. Soon. More than soon. More than once. He thinks about all of this as he follows Reid to the front door and helps him gather the rest of his things. 

“We should do this again, sometime,” Hotch mentions, hands in his pockets and trying to be more cool about this than he feels.

“I’d like that, I had a lot of fun tonight,” Reid answers, standing up from tying his shoes and giving him that bright, wide smile he doesn’t always feel comfortable enough to allow. It never fails to stall Hotch in his tracks, staring a little too long at his mouth than he should be. 

“What if, next time, it’s just us? And no Jack?” he continues, elaboration just in case Reid doesn’t grasp what he’s asking. Reid is watching him with this look as if he’s unsure he heard correctly, and Hotch is nothing if not patient.

“I’d… I’d be okay with that,” Reid answers, slowly as he weighs some unseen options and gauges Hotch’s facial expressions to the most minute detail.

“Good. How about Saturday?”

He can see the moment it all clicks into place.

“...Are you asking me on a date?” Reid asks, a little winded. 

“If that’s alright with you,” Hotch says with a half smile. Once again sounding more confident than he should in the face of how Reid’s eyes start to dart around and he licks his lips nervously.

“I don’t know how -- how good I am with dates.” There’s a story behind that, and Hotch wants to know it, but he does his best to press Reid gently. Because… he’s been holding off asking the younger man for a long time, now, but after tonight he gets the feeling that he might not have needed to be so hesitant, after all. 

“Oh?”

“Just -- the ritual of it all always throws me off. Dressing up and going out, and making conversation over dinner while trying to eat and maintain the other’s attention, and then keeping it all going if you manage to do that I just don’t always do so well one-on-one and --”

“Reid.” He pauses, then -- “Spencer.” And that stalls his stream of thought to words, catching Spencer’s attention and snagging it in the best way. “...we just did all of that. And it was great.” Hotch knows his own expression has softened around the edges over the course of the night, smiles easier to hold, eyes more expressive, and Spencer takes in every change and nuance with a well-practice eye and is… very obviously stunned by what he finds. “So -- I’d like to do it again. Saturday?” 

Shocked, eyes a little wide, breath lost to the wind, Spencer waits a beat too long to answer. Enough to make Hotch nervous, before he answers in a sound that could have been a whisper if it had been quieter. A slight crack to it that betrays his emotion.

“Okay.” 

Hotch gets a turn to be stunned, because he thought this had been about to take a very different turn. “Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“--Okay.”

Intelligent men that they were, that was the extent of the conversation, and then Reid is smiling that bright, sunshine laced smile and Hotch is trying to contain his own and -- Reid still needs to go home. So, biting his lip, Reid turns as if to leave -- is just about out the door when he stops and turns back so quick he almost runs into Hotch on the threshold. 

“So… technically, that means this was our first date, then. Right?” he looks so goddamn hopeful, and like he has something further to add, that Hotch smiles outright and this time doesn’t bother hiding it.

“Technically, yes.” He supposes it was. And it really had been… a great night. Not a bad first date, at all.

Reid takes far too long trying to string together words after that. Keeps looking to Hotch then away to gather his thoughts, then back again as if in search of something; and it’s after about the third time that Hotch realizes what he’s getting at. What he’s trying to find a way to ask. 

It hits him so silent and hard it about knocks the wind out of him.

Oh.

He can do that.

Hotch steps closer, about the same time Spencer opens his mouth like he’s finally figured out the right combination of words within the range of the English language to form a coherent sentence, and they all die on his tongue the moment Hotch guides him back with a hand on his hip. He’s done it before, gentle leading when Reid strays the wrong way or needs to be shifted in a crowded room on cases, and this time is just as easy and no different.

Except this time, Hotch isn’t maneuvering them to get past him. This time, he presses Spencer’s spine to the doorframe and leans in to capture his lips with his own. Right there, in the open doorway.

Hotch kisses him, and it’s perfect.

The gentle slide of lips is over before either know it, lasts longer than his racing heart can measure, and before Hotch can decide his next move Spencer tilts in closer and kisses him back, slow and methodical and Hotch feels that. Feels it the way he’s felt every moment they had and shared the whole night. His free hand finds that sharp jaw framed in messy curls getting longer all over again, and Spencer doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands beyond grasp at Hotch’s shirt at his sides and then -- 

Then Hotch pulls back enough that he can nudge his nose against Spencer’s carefully, a punctuation that ends the kiss soft and apologetic. Silently says that’s all they can do tonight. That there’s more, awaiting them, but that… 

That had been one hell of a good first kiss.

“See you in the morning, Spencer.” 

For once, Dr. Spencer Reid is speechless in an entirely new way, and he merely nods with lips still parted and a little darker from the kiss. From kissing him, and Hotch knows he stares more than he should, but that’s been a frequent occurrence lately. It’s just getting harder and harder to turn away, watch Reid -- Spencer -- smile at him in that quiet way only ever directed at him, and then walk away. But he lets it happen, feels every step even as he shuts the door behind him.

Because Hotch will see Spencer tomorrow.

And, one day, maybe he won’t have to watch him walk away at all.