#w.e. fanfiction

[ucetheones]

Why Didn't You Tell Me? (Part two)

Jimmy is officially public enemy #1 after costing Jey everything tonight!! I am officially a Jimmy Uso anti, but sadly... I still love him. (I always will, tbh.)

This fic does not depict that love!!!

"You gay, Uce?"

The sound of Jimmy's voice had Jey freezing. It felt like his blood had run cold, and there was a vice gripping his heart. 

There was so much malice in the question, that Jey couldn't fight the full body flinch that followed.

He wanted to answer, but no words would come out. He wanted to deny it, but doing so felt wrong. Jey wasn't sure what he was, even if gay felt like the easiest way to describe himself. Even with the complications that came with the label. 

"Josh! You just gon' sit there when I'm asking you something?" Jimmy's tone was growing angrier with each moment the room was enveloped in silence. Rhea had gone still, her eyes darting warily between Jimmy and Jey.

She gave the latter a small nudge, noting the way the boy seemed to shift closer to her.

Clearing his throat, Jey shakily replied, "y-yeah. I think I am…" The relief he felt at the confession was short-lived because his twin was immediately scoffing at him. 

"So everything Pops said is true…"

Jey wants to deny that. It's not true. He's not disgusting, or deplorable for maybe liking men. But, Jimmy is so visibly angry. Angrier than Jimmy has ever been at him. His fists are clenched at his sides, his lips downturned in a heartbreaking frown.

If no one else, Jey thought he'd always have Jimmy in his corner, but as it was, his brother was no longer a safe space. And if Jimmy was no longer safe, that meant Roman was sure to follow. 

Jey wanted to cry, to put it plainly. But crying was weak. Crying was for faggots his father's voice echoed in his head.

Shaking his head, Jey stood and quickly crossed the room to where his brother was.

A mistake in the making, if Rhea's glance at him said anything. 

She couldn't be here for this. She couldn't see whatever was about to go down.

"Let Rhea leave before you rip into me, Jon. She don't deserve to see none of that."

By some miracle, Jimmy nods and steps out the way, motioning to her.

It's clear to Jey that Rhea wants to object. 

She doesn't want to leave Jey in the hands of anyone who could do him damage, but even the glare she aims at Jimmy does nothing to quell his evident anger.

"Out."

Swallowing her protests, Rhea walks over to Jey and whispers, "fight back, Josh. Please." Her eyes are pleading with Jey to stand up for himself in a way he's never been able to. She's basically asking him to do the impossible. 

Jey gives her a subtle nod. It's a promise of sorts, but Rhea can't decipher what that promise is. 

Not while she's walking out the room, and ultimately the house. 

The last sound she hears before the door shuts is a body being slammed against the wall.

When she gets home, Rhea feels sort of like a caged animal. She regrets coming inside, knowing her father wouldn't just let her scurry out the front door once more. She'd barely made it to Jey's house without her dad getting pissy about it.

She could go out the window. Her dad never bothers to check on her once she's gone in her room. 

But where would she go? What would she do? 

Going back to Jey's house was out of the question. Whatever was happening was clearly not supposed to concern her. But it did! Jey might've been her fake boyfriend, but he was her very real best friend. He was the person she went to for everything. Jey didn't deserve whatever bullshit was going to happen to him.

Calling the cops crossed her mind, but she shook it away. Jey wouldn't forgive her if she did.

But Rhea wouldn't forgive herself if something terrible was happening to Jey in that house and she just let it happen.

She reasoned with herself that she'd give Jey an hour to text her before she'd be sneaking out her window to drive back to his place. 

An hour came, but before she could text Jey, he called her.

"Jey! Are you okay?"

It was silent for a second, there was only some rustling and random background noise.

"Yeah, Uce. I'm ight…" He sounded winded, and like he was nursing injuries somewhere on his body. 

His ribs maybe.

"What happened? Do you need me to come get you?"

"Take a breath, Rhea, yeah?" 

She nods, though she knows he can't see her. 

"I'm with Roman right now. He broke me and Jimmy up, and dragged me to his house. My aunt was not happy to see me drippin' blood on her new carpet." His words broke off into a laugh, which quickly morphed into a groan.

Despite her worry, Rhea found herself chuckling too. She'd met Roman's mother, so it wasn't too hard to imagine her distraught look.

"You sound hurt."

Blunt and too the point, she supposes.

Jey sighs from over the line. It sounds tired. Too tired for anyone his age to sound. "I am hurt, Uce. He's my twin. He 'posed to be the one fucking person in this world who has my back…but instead he fuckin' beat my ass like I fucked his girl."

Rhea can almost feel Jey shaking through the phone. She can see the tears gathering in his eyes, and it shatters her heart. 

She doesn't know what to say, but it doesn't seem to matter because Jey is on a roll now.

"When Roman came in that room and Jimmy told him…I thought he was gone help him, Uce. But he helped me."

"Did you at least get a few licks in?"

Her question makes Jey chuckle. It soothes something inside of her.

"Yeah, I did. I ain't gone lie, I had Jimmy leakin' something fierce."

She can hear Roman's boisterous laughter in the background. 

"Jimmy ain't gon' put his hands on Jey again, Jey had his ass on the ground when I walked in."

"Roman, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm surprised you didn't side with Jimmy…" Rhea trails off, worried she might've upset the other, but she was always one to speak her mind.

"All I'ma say is, I'm not gonna lie and pretend I was shocked to hear Jey was gay. Jimmy shouldn't have been either."

Rhea can hear a slap to skin, followed by laughter. 

"This guy, he's a fuckin' comedian tonight! 

Aye, Rhea; I'ma catch you tomorrow. We can get breakfast or something. My aunt gon' bust the door down if Ro' and me don't go to bed soon."

Rhea easily agrees to breakfast, if for no other reason than to see with her own two eyes that her best friend was actually okay.

In bed, she goes over the events of the night. She isn't sure how they went from movies and junk food, to Jey and his twin brother apparently fighting to the point of blood. She knows trying to piece the night together will just drive her insane, but something about it sits wrong with her.

Aside from the obvious things that transpired, there was something coming that made Rhea's chest tighten. 

She tried to ignore it in favor of getting some rest. Jey was an early riser, and she knew he'd be at her door the second her father's car peeled out the driveway that morning. 

She'd worry tomorrow, after seeing Jey in person.

[minispidey]

9 people you'd like to get to know better / Tagged by @redeyerhaenyra @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @hoedamn-eron @steven-grants-world @hon3yboy 😭 omg I didn't know i was so mysterious

Last song: Lavender Haze - Taylor Swift

Favourite Colour: Pink 💅

Currently Watching: Bridgerton s2

Last Movie: Legally Blonde 2

Currently Reading: 7 Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: all 🤸‍♀️

Relationship Status: single

Current Obsession(s): oscar isaac

Last Thing I Googled: W.E. movie

Currently working On: Barbie and The Giftshopist steven x bimbo fic 💅💅

I don't interact much and I don't follow a lot of people (those that i do have done this already) but if u guys wanna do this and get acquainted with me go ahead 💅💅

[hoedamn-eron]

hi guys!

Thought it was about time that I actually introduce myself properly, since the last time I posted a photo of me was in November 2022 😂

My name is Shannon, and I’m 29 years old from the UK (specifically, the NW) 😊 I am engaged to my wonderful partner, Dom, and we have a 5 year old son, and a cat named Luigi.

My favourite colour is lavender, my favourite place to be is London (or Paris, honestly I just thrive in cities in general!), my favourite book is Thérèse Raquin (which, fair, I discovered because of Oscar, but as it turns out, it's an amazing book and quickly became a favourite), and my favourite film is The Sound of Music. My favourite food is sushi, and I have a Bachelor’s Degree in English Literature & Creative Writing ☺️

I’m also a huge fan of antique shopping! Always up for a good bargain in the antique shops! 😂

I’ve been on tumblr since 2012/2013, when I was in college! I never really posted anything, it was all reblogs (I still have that account, I just spend most of my time here now!).

This isn’t my first fandom blog, I tried having one back in 2014, but it quickly fizzled out (and good thing too because the fandom I was a part of is now dead 😂).

I joined the Oscar Isaac Fan Club™ in 2022, after watching Moon Knight. I'd seen him in other things before, like Star Wars and W.E. and X-Men, but I'd truly fallen in love with Steven Grant and then it just escalated from there.

Now I'm obsessed (sorry, Dom).

I've always been interested in writing from a young age, I'm an avid reader, and I discovered fanfiction when I was around 12 on fanfiction.net. Over the years, I've posted many a fic that always ended up unfinished and deleted, or self indulgent to never see the light of day, until I started this blog! It's motivated me to write more and gain my confidence back since the past 8 years have been rough.

I’ve really enjoyed posting my fics and gaining feedback, I just love it when someone enjoys my writing! I hope I can continue to write and post as much as I can! 😊

[handicappedbuenchico]

☠: Something you dislike about your fandom➸: Something you like about your fandom

I dislike that there are genuinely people in the ANoES fandom who hate F.reddy's D.ead and F.reddy's R.evenge so much that they use non canon movies like W.es C.raven's N.ew N.ightmare and F.reddy vs J.ason to try and write them out of the original canon. Like jfc they're a part of the original canon whether you like it or not, get the fuck over yourselves.

The one thing I love about the ANoES fandom as a whole is just how creative it is, almost as creative as the series itself. Like the amount of fanart and fanfiction that has been made surrounding this burnt pizza looking dream murderer is astounding to me.

[myfandomlikesandstories]

As per your tags @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction , from the movie W.E. but we can imagine

you can't tell me llewyn davis isn’t participating in the cigarette after sex cliché

[freelancearsonist]

Hi bby I wanna soulmate au you again cuz I just looked at the list again and my brain screamed 39 with Evgeni. If that's something you feel like writing. You're amazing and ILY 💜💜

awww omg this one is so perfect for him 😭

#39: You and your soulmate share the same talents. What one learns, the other can also do.

You find out that you have a knack at playing piano at a very young age.

It’s an accident, really—you walk past a piano in a mall and feel a strange magnetism to it.

Your parents think it’s good that your soulmate is starting at a young age—they like to joke that they got you free piano lessons.

Evgeni feels his head crammed with stories from the moment he can think properly. He feels a constant urge to write and create characters and build worlds.

It’s an accident, too, when you find out that you can speak and understand Russian. You hear a couple in the grocery store discussing the difference between cucumbers and zucchini and you very politely explain the difference. You don’t even recognize that it was a different language until they thank you and your mother gives you a complete look of shock.

You’re much older when you start working at the biggest auction company in New York City and you meet a Russian security guard.

You’re eating lunch when you overhear him mention his heritage, and it makes you park up more than you should.

But then he mentions that he doesn’t actually speak Russian, and you don’t bother to ask if he plays piano.

And then a new security guard joins the team, and when he introduces himself as Evgeni in his adorable thick accent, you just know. You know in your heart that it’s him.

But what if it’s not? There’s so many crushing fears that accompany finding your soulmate.

So you plan a way to tell him without really telling him.

You wait until the building is cleared out and only the employees are left, and then you set yourself at the piano in the middle of the Duke and Duchess of Windsor’s showroom.

You play the song that always comes to mind first—the one that’s muscle memory for your soulmate and,subsequently, you.

Evgeni hears it instantly, and it takes him a moment to realize that it’s not him playing, but someone else.

Except no one else has ever played his song before because it’s his.

He fights the urge to sprint to the showroom, and when he sees it’s you playing his heart nearly bursts.

You, who was so welcoming and kind from the get go. You, who he felt an instant connection to and craves to get closer to. You, who smiles wider than ever every time he sits down across from you at lunch.

You. The one he’s secretly been hoping is his other half.

He waits until you finish before walking around the front of the piano, and his smile feels wide enough to split his face.

You’re not sure who moves first, but you’ve barely blinked before you’re launching into each others’ arms and Evgeni buries his face in your hair and nothing in the world has ever felt so right.

“I hoped,” he whispers, “that it was you.”

“It is,” you grin, and if you’re tearing up a little bit, he doesn’t mention it. It’s okay, he’s a little teary-eyed himself.

You had a hunch the second you met him that Evgeni was your soulmate. But you know for sure when his lips press to yours that he’s the other half of your soul.

soulmate au prompt list

[yes-ihavealwaysbeengreen]

Oscar Isaac Character Masterlist

Welcome to my Oscar Isaac Character Masterlist. I currently write for Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia, Nathan Bateman, Outcome 3, Llewyn Davis, Poe Dameron, and Evgeni Kopalkov. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking. :D  

You can join my taglist here. :) 

Main Masterlist Link :)

Moodboard made by my darling friend and fellow Santi hoe @itspdameronthings​ :D 

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Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia (Triple Frontier) 

Switch to Channel 2 - Benny Miller x F! Reader x Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia Series Masterlist 

Did we f**k last night? Series Masterlist  Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F! Reader

Carpet

The Test Results (Prequel to Carpet) 

Meeting the Family for Thanksgiving

Cooking Thanksgiving Together

Crazy Family Shenanigans

Thanksgiving Dinner

What’s your Favorite Past Thanksgiving?

This Could Be a New Tradition.

We Were Made for Each Other

In the Fridge

The Choice

Sleepy Sex * 

Glory

Never Let Go

Take a Break

None of these Christmas Lights Work

Why is there a Reindeer on my Front Lawn?

I Didn’t Mean to Send Those Pictures! 

Part 1 

Part 2  * 

The Medic * (Part 2 Coming Soon!) 

Dear Santa

I Think the Condom Broke * 

The First *

Bounce Houses

The Study Room - College AU

Pull Over *

Punish Me, Sir. *

The Fight *

Wow! You suck at flirting! (Switch to Channel 2 universe)

Surprise Date While Working Late  (Switch to Channel 2 universe)

Helicopter Crash with Santi (Switch to Channel 2 universe)

Santiago Pope Garcia railing you in the kitchen *

He’s an Idiot but he loves you 

Headcanons 

Morning Blowjob *

Bathtub *

Dancing *

Taking care of you *

Sexy Car Stuff * 

Washing the Dishes *

Power Outage *

Wearing his Dog Tags *

Taking care of you when you have allergy headaches 

Making Santi Blush *

When he realizes he loves you 

Santiago can cook 

Llewyn Davis (Inside Llewyn Davis) 

Oneshots 

Holy

Water Flowed * 

Our Future

Her Couch 

Christmas at the Gaslight

Sleepy Sex with Llewyn * 

You’ve Always Got Me 

I love Folkin’ Coffee 

Why Do You Care? 

Headcanons 

Teaching you to play guitar

Taking care of you 

Winning his heart 

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina) 

Oneshots 

When the Rain Falls

Sleepy Sex with Nathan * 

A Game of Chance - AU

I’m Not Hungry for Food *

The Five Love Languages of Nathan Bateman 

Meet the Parents

How I Met Your Mother 

Headcanons 

What’s his type

Evgeni Kopalkov (W.E) 

Tech Support Romance - College AU

Sleepy Sex with Evgeni * 

Nightmares 

Headcanons 

His love language

Outcome 3 (The Bourne Legacy) 

Just a Dream

One Night 

The First Date 

Quiet Mornings 

Poe Dameron (Star Wars) 

It Evaded Me

Hello

It Did Happen Dameron 

Who Keeps Hanging All This Damn Mistletoe Everywhere?

Wrapping Christmas Presents is Like Impossible!

Sleepy Sex with Poe * 

This Changes Everything * 

Meet Me on Endor *

Leave the Heels * 

Abel Morales 

Sleepy Sex with Abel Morales

Blue Jones 

A Beautiful Distraction 

[lizzie-saltzman]

I’LL CRAWL HOME TO YOU

A Hizzie fanfiction

Pairing: Hope Mikaelson/Lizzie Saltzman Fandom: Legacies Rating: M Chapters: 1/? Summary:  In many ways, meeting Hope in a different reality had helped Lizzie put things in perspective, and perhaps even understand her in ways she hadn’t before. Understand them, their connection, the palpable animosity that had turned into a reluctant friendship and now something far more tangible. The rest, well, she doesn’t tell Josie. Not about waking up after three weeks away from her real home, tucked under the covers of Hope’s bed with their clothes discarded around the dormitory, with a light sheen of sweat on her forehead and her hair sticking to her cheekbones. There were some things better left unsaid. (Upon her return from an alternate timeline a Malivore monster teleported her to, Lizzie must deal with the aftermath of her time spent away, and her newly doormat feelings for Hope Mikaelson.) READ HERE ON AO3 or under the read more

Chapter 1: The hero thing's not just for the broody, you know?

Professor Saltzman’s office is dimly lit by the lamp on his mahogany desk, wind rustling loudly against the open window that slams against one of the bookshelves incessantly behind Lizzie. Josie, frustrated, silently closes her hand and slams it shut, half startling her twin, who sits perched atop of her dad’s desk, picking grapes out of a yellow bowl. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? It's not every day you’re transported into an alternate timeline by a mud pit monster”. Josie paces, hands crossed over her chest now, worried wrinkles creasing between her eyebrows. 

Lizzie looks behind her, towards the window frame, holding a grape to her mouth.

“I’m fine”. Lizzie says, exhaling, turning, and continuing with a grape halfway in her mouth. “Starving. Out of all the things I could assume dimension traveling does to you –– you know, aside from the crippling motion sickness that you feel when you come through a hell portal –– I would’ve never thought hunger was one of them. Do you think this is what vamps feel when they’re first turned?”

Josie stops, her frown more prominent. “I’m pretty sure the answer’s no”. 

Lizzie shrugs, swinging her legs and hopping off Alaric’s desk, leaving the bowl behind.

“Well, I’m fine”.

“Do you want to talk about what happened? We tried everything to find a way to get you back. Alyssa Chang helped. She felt bad about… Everything, but I don’t think there’s a book about dimension hopping anywhere in this school, so we had to wing it. Unsuccessfully”. 

Lizzie rolls the sleeves of the sweater she’s wearing, an apologetic smile on her lips, whether it's about Alyssa Chang and her attempt to mend things between them or not thanking Josie for trying to save her despite the odds set against them when she had the chance, she doesn’t know. Or maybe it's not about Josie and Alyssa at all…

“It was weird. Different. Everything was. Mystic Falls looked exactly the same except the Salvatore School didn’t exist ––”

“Dad mentioned you said that”. Josie interjects.

“–– And for a while I thought about setting out to find our doppelgängers, or us or whatever, but then I thought about all those movies where the time traveling hunk finds himself in a different timeline and it all goes to hell, and I got a little freaked out so I wandered around town for a while, went to the Mystic Grill and... Saw dad.” 

Josie doesn't have to look at Lizzie to know exactly what her tone means. “Oh?”

Lizzie’s face falls. “Yeah. He was drinking. A lot. I didn’t stay long enough to talk though. How do you explain to him that you’re his daughter in a timeline where fairytale monsters try to kill us like, bi-weekly? So I decided to come here instead”. 

“And that’s when you found out our school didn’t exist?” 

“Another one did. Hope’s”. Lizzie deadpans.

That finally makes Josie quit her pacing, making Lizzie feel less on edge, not having to watch her walk back and forth in the small space of their dad’s office anymore. It's been making her anxious, twiddling with the bowl of grapes that she absentmindedly pulled to the corner of the desk while she was talking. She pushes it away from the edge, waiting for Josie to recover, to give her that look that urges her to continue. 

“The Mikaelson School. That’s how I got back. She helped me make a portal back home, but we spent weeks researching magic that helps you travel through time and space. It felt like I was stuck in an episode of Star Journey ––”

“Trek”. 

“–– But she was different. I mean, she was still Hope but cockier, meaner…” Hotter. Lizzie catches herself, reaching again, for the bowl of grapes just to find something to do with her hands. “Her parents were alive”. 

Somewhere out there, in a world parallel to their own but not quite right, Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall were still alive. Somewhere out there, in a timeline not too far from this one, Hope had grown up with the care and love that she lost when she was barely fifteen years old. Grief changes people, forges them into unimaginable things; for this Hope, her Hope, it was all about atonement, weighed by the guilt of her family legacy and the isolation of being the only one of her kind. In that world, Hope didn’t carry the weight of the world on her shoulders, didn’t feel the need to isolate herself from her peers or the fear of losing the people she loved every waking day of her life. In many ways, meeting Hope in a different reality had helped Lizzie put things in perspective, and perhaps even understand her in ways she hadn’t before. Understand them, their connection, the palpable animosity that had turned into a reluctant friendship and now something far more tangible. 

The rest, well, she doesn’t tell Josie. Not about waking up after three weeks away from her real home, tucked under the covers of Hope’s bed with their clothes discarded around the dormitory, with a light sheen of sweat on her forehead and her hair sticking to her cheekbones. There were some things better left unsaid. 

“Are you planning on telling her?” Josie asks, breaking Lizzie from her trance. “She might want to know. Maybe”.

She wouldn’t know where to start. She wouldn’t know how to soften the blow. She wouldn’t even know if Hope would take any of it kindly, knowing there was a world where she could have been happy, where no one she loved had to die to save her. Let alone a world where she ends up tangled in her bedspread, sweaty and naked ––

“Lizzie?” 

“Oh, sorry. Yeah. I think I should talk to her”. Finally, she leaves the bowl of grapes alone, picking one last one before stepping forward. “Do you know where she is?” 

“Last I knew she was with MG, they were looking for the monster.” 

“It's been weeks! I thought you guys would’ve killed it by now”. Indignantly, Lizzie crosses her arms.

Josie grimaces. “Lizzie, it's only been two days”. 

Lizzie sets towards the door. 

“Lizzie, wait!” Josie pulls her by the back of her sweater. Lizzie stumbles, but catches her balance. “It's not safe. You could be sucked back in through a portal”. 

“I’m not going to leave Hope and MG fighting that thing alone. At least I know how to make my way back this time”. 

And she shrugs her off, disappearing out the door before Josie has the chance to stop her.

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A piercing, painful hiss echoes through the trees, scattered around the back of The Salvatore School. Hope clutches a sharp, lethal looking knife in her hand as she flies through the linen of maple wood, crashing through the branches and huffing loudly as she rolls through the mud covered ground, leaving tracks in her path and skidding to a stop near a pair of white boots. She groans, rolling over and finding, not the starry night sky and the leaves rustling above her, but Lizzie Saltzman, looking straight ahead at the snake-like monster screeching in the distance. 

There’s no time for pleasantries though, as Hope pushes herself up on her elbows. “Lizzie, watch out!” 

And Lizzie ducks, instinctively; a log flies past her head and crashes against the tree behind her, taking Hope’s hand to help her back on her feet and using it as an opportunity to siphon enough magic to be useful in a fight. When she looks ahead, wiping her dirty hands on her sweats, she spots MG through the branches, face down on the mud and seemingly unconscious. 

“Is MG okay?!” Lizzie shrieks, right as the giant snake creature uses its tail to send another branch flying past their heads. They duck for cover behind a tree and Hope peeks around to get a good look ahead.

“He’s fine. The monster caught us by surprise and snapped his neck. I’ve been keeping it distracted, waiting for him to wake up”. 

“Yeah, he’s doing great, Hope! Way to go!” 

Hope ignores her. The wind picks up pace, looking like a storm is approaching, taking the leaves from the muddy ground with it as clouds line up in the sky and obscure the moonlight. It’s waning; the full moon is only a few days away ––

“Where’d it go?” 

Suddenly, it's eerily quiet; Hope’s shoes make crunching sounds against the leaves below, stepping out from behind the tree with her knife pointed forward. Behind her, Lizzie follows, turning around and walking backwards until she collides with Hope’s back. It doesn’t seem to startle Hope, who momentarily reaches behind her to touch Lizzie’s wrist. 

“This is freaking me out”. 

“Be quiet”. Hope hisses.

And Lizzie presses her lips together; she’s sure Hope can hear her rapidly accelerating heartbeat. The last time her heart raced anywhere near Hope Mikaelson they were in various states of undress, and Hope had grinned triumphantly as she cornered Lizzie against ––

“Uh, Hope? Hope!” Lizzie reaches behind her. Hope must have sensed her tension, because she turns around just in time to see it too. The snake-like creature slithers out through a hazy looking hole, baring its teeth and launching itself through the air. Lizzie puts her hands up, but she’s roughly pushed out of the way as Hope takes a guarded stance on the ground and chants a spell under her breath. 

“Ictus!” It sends the monster flying backwards, into the portal it came out of. Lizzie groans as she scrambles off the ground and the portal closes with a resounding hush. Hope rushes to Lizzie’s side, examining her body for injuries, but she comes out of the collision relatively unscathed, save for a bruise she knows she’ll be feeling well into next week on her left shoulder blade. 

“Are you okay?” Hope sounds genuinely concerned; she knows that worried look in her eyes, she’d seen it, not only on the other side of the portal, but here too. Except this time it’s not Landon that Hope is cradling, it's her, and she’s searching for any signs of distress just like she would’ve in another lifetime. 

Lizzie swallows, nodding. “I’m fine”. 

“You need to go”. 

“Like hell I am!” She protests, pushing Hope away from her. “I’m not letting you fight this thing alone”.

Hope is startled by the whiplashing display of softness and animosity, but she doesn’t have time to question Lizzie’s sudden change of demeanor, because below her, the monster conjures another portal, and his hook-like claws extend to yank Hope’s feet from underneath her, sending her crashing against the ground and tossing the knife at Lizzie’s feet. 

“Hope!” Lizzie launches herself forward, catching Hope’s hand as she’s dragged back a few feet behind her. The monster is strong, strong enough to drag both of them down into a hell dimension, but Lizzie acts quickly –– “Immobilus!” And anchors herself to the ground as Hope attempts to pull herself up and away from the monster’s claw. Lizzie grits her teeth as Hope struggles to get back up –– she yanks and the monster pulls harder. Hope digs her fingers into the dirt and turns to kick the monster’s claw away from her. It hisses, raising it’s razor sharp hook and sinking it down on her arm. 

Lizzie can hear Hope’s breath hitch, the pain making Hope let go of her arm as she’s dragged a few inches down the ground again. She pulls herself up on her hands and knees, crawling towards Hope in an attempt to reach her, but when her fingers slip right through Hope’s when she tries to launch herself forward again, she watches Hope’s foot almost touch the edge of the portal. So Lizzie chants, and the creature shrieks so violently it lets go of Hope’s forearm. When Hope turns, the monster’s claw is bent in two –– Lizzie had broken whatever bone was underneath it as a last minute effort to save her. 

The adrenaline between them is palpable. Hope pushes herself up on her feet in such a graceful way it distracts Lizzie long enough to stay on the ground until Hope holds out her hand. She takes it, pulling herself up and wiping the leaves away from her sweat pants. 

“Thanks for the save”. Hope huffs, making sure Lizzie’s found her footing before letting go of her hand. Lizzie closes it, disappointed by its absence. 

“The hero thing’s not just for the broody, you know?”

Hope laughs, Lizzie grins. The wind picks up pace again, making Hope turn ahead, where another portal appears between the trees. Hope quickly picks up the knife from the ground, ready to strike again, but when the creature fully emerges from the portal, it does nothing but stand there, looking at them with its wings outstretched. 

“Ew! What kind of Harry Potter crap is that?” Lizzie makes a face, already taking a few steps back behind Hope. 

“A snake. We think”. 

“How do we kill it?” 

“I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure beheading is lethal for all supernatural monsters”. Hope grips the knife harder. The creature hisses, rattling its tongue in Hope’s direction before slithering back through the portal and disappearing into nothingness. 

The wind finally settles and the clouds clear, slowly but surely, making the stars visible in the sky again. Whatever sense of impending doom had made its way through Hope’s body, it's gone now. Lizzie however, frantically looks around, expecting the snake to attack any second. Hope looks at her, at her shaking fingertips, the frantic turning, the way she looks for MG from the corner of her eye, but only lets Lizzie freak out for a few seconds, before she reaches for her wrist. 

Lizzie’s breath hitches. She looks down at Hope’s hand clutching her wrist and urging her to stop. She swallows, looks at her for reassurance. 

“I think it’s gone”. Hope says. “The wind stopped blowing”. 

Lizzie nods. 

Behind them, the leaves blow. They turn at the same time, only to hear MG groaning as he comes to, slowly getting to his feet. He rubs the back of his neck, looks around for the creature, until he spots Hope and Lizzie in the distance. 

“Heeey, guys. Hey. Did we kill it?” 

Hope and Lizzie roll their eyes in unison. They’re standing too close for comfort, enough that Lizzie feels the crevices between her boots wetting, she looks down, blood tinting her white Doc Martens and the leaves below them. When she turns to examine Hope, she notices the gash on her arm, so she reaches for it, frowning. 

“Does it hurt?” 

It’s soft Lizzie once again, Hope notices. With worry in her eyes and a gentleness to her voice she’s a little unfamiliar with. Hope swallows. “A little”. 

“We should patch you up”. Lizzie lets go; for a second she almost takes Hope’s hand, but decides against it. Instead, she tucks them inside the pockets of her sweat pants as they both turn to the direction of the school. 

“Guys?” In the distance, MG calls out. “Wait up. I think I need an aspirin”. 

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“MG looked happy to see you”. 

Sitting at the edge of Hope’s bed, Lizzie smiles, carefully wrapping a bandage around Hope’s forearm, where the monster had dug its claws and left a sizable gash on her skin. Rationally, she knows Hope will heal, but finds no reason not to aid the healing process and make Hope’s pain more manageable. Besides, it's an excuse to sit close to her, even if she’s not particularly interested in the direction this conversation was going. She’s more interested in knowing how Hope felt about her return, rather than anyone else’s. 

“I was gone a while”. Lizzie offers, concentrating on the bandage. Hope lets her have her way with her arm, lifting and lowering at her own discrepancy. “Though, Jo told me it was only for a couple of days. It was weeks there”. 

“Really?” Hope asks curiously. 

“Like three weeks, a little more”. She doesn’t give Hope a chance to ask any more questions, continuing. “What was that thing anyway? The monster. Does it have a name?”

Hope looks at Lizzie’s hands as she finishes wrapping the bandage around her. “Wade called it a Dimensional Warper, I guess from one of his games. Dungeons and monsters ––” 

“–– Dragons”. 

“Yeah, that. Anyway, he said that Dimensional Warpers create portals to other timelines and dimensions, and can move freely between them. It warped you to another reality when we were tracking it down, we were closing in on it, or you were. With that tracking spell.”

“Do we know why it's here?” 

Hope shakes her head. A beat. “Probably me”. 

Lizzie says nothing, grimacing and, taping Hope’s bandage together carefully, rattled by the idea that something so gruesome was capable of completely disappearing anyone from their world. But what had been three and a half weeks for Lizzie, had only been two days for Hope. She can’t help but wonder how much time it would’ve taken them to find her –– would they have tortured the monster, would they have found a spell that could warp her back to this reality, would they have never gotten to her at all? What about Hope? What if Lizzie hadn’t run to the woods just in time to help?

“We tried my aunt Freya’s grimoire”. Hope breaks the silence, probably sensing Lizzie’s sudden uneasiness. “We tried everything. Alyssa Chang and your sister read so many books I think they paper-burned their fingerprints off. I’m just glad you’re back, and that you’re okay”. 

“Yeah. Me too”. Lizzie says, plainly, looking at Hope’s arms, the tank top, the twig stuck to her hair that she reaches for and takes between her fingertips. “I had help”. 

“From who?” Its genuine curiosity. Hope’s eyelids flutter, as Lizzie continues to pick the leaves from her hair, distracted suddenly. 

“A very powerful witch”. 

Lizzie offers nothing further, and Hope senses that whatever happened on the other side, Lizzie was not ready to share yet. If she knows anything about Lizzie Saltzman though, is that she will, eventually, when she feels like sharing, even if unprompted. It makes Hope smile for a second, but it drops, when she wonders if Lizzie had actually gone through something horrible somewhere none of her friends or her family could help her. 

She turns to ask, to make sure she’s okay. Their eyes meet; Lizzie lowers Hope’s arm and closes the first aid kit. It’s electric, like a jolt, deja vu, but maybe it's just Lizzie’s wishful thinking. This Hope could never possibly have an interest in her, could she?

Hope clears her throat.

“You should probably get some rest and I should find Kaleb and the rest of the vampires. Make sure we have someone on the lookout, in case the snake decides to make a comeback while we’re sleeping”. Not that Hope is planning on sleeping with an impending threat still lurking around school grounds. “Thanks, for the help and for patching me up”. 

“You’re welcome”. 

They look at each other again, stand up at the same time. There’s little to no space between them and Lizzie takes a sudden step back, losing her footing. Hope grasps her by the arm before she tumbles. “Sorry”. Hope says. 

“Don’t be. Thanks”. 

And Hope lets go, taking the first aid kit from the bed before Lizzie gets a chance to. “I’ll just put this away”. Lizzie nods. 

After Hope puts the first aid kit back in her closet and turns around, Lizzie’s already gone.

[lapis-lazuliie]

currently trying to avoid doing Actual Research for this measly oneshot bc...it’s seriously not important at all but like.....it also is SO.......yeah

trying to work around that lol

[movementsofmylife]

bad buddy ep 1 (rewatch)

some thoughts and vibes. i've watched this ep an uncountable number of times, and i still love it so much.

first, to start my counter of, how many times does pran pull out his entire (extremely intense) set of markers and not use them:

ep 1: //

the kornwai vibes were so strong. they were clearly a parallel to the patpran world keeping them apart, they were keeping themselves apart. but w.e there's fanfiction fix its for that relationship.

ppl have pointed it out but we were truly robbed pran's dad's daddy vibes lol, by which i mean the tattoo on his shoulder.

the shirts, as noted by many, are exquisite. my fave of the episode is the above 'turn up the saturation' shirt of pat's. it's an obvious connection to the "I was so depressingly lonely without you" line. one of the most common descriptions of depression is life losing it's color, hence, pran comes back and so does the color. it's also in pran's red:)

this wai convincing pran to do the freshy music fest. i feel like wai got a pran who was slightly more reserved. obviously not quiet or weak, but one who was a bit slower to go out and take risks. case in point his, i don't want to be a part of that mess comment from post fight. and i think part of why they're friends is that wai can get him to come along and take part in the world again.

so some of what seems like manipulative shit that wai gets pran to do things, i think is just, that's how one gets pran to do things. and we all know how manipulative pran is, so it's not like he's unaware that wai is manipulating him. but sometimes friendship is letting your friends emotionally guilt you into not being isolated.

relatively certain that someone has posted about this before. but this scene is definitely not a competition. the soundtrack song they play on top makes it cacophonous enough that it could be read that way. but without it and with the knowledge of their past, they're clearly just jamming. their faces are not even teasing, just like figuring out how to play music together again, how to be together again.

art.

also a cute, extremely obvious shirt.

this is the first time in the entire episode that pat looks relaxed and happy. the "icy pat" of the 3 year separation starts to thaw, there's color (mint green:) in his life again.

god this show is so fucking good. excited for the entire rewatch.

[your-mom-friend]

Okay so rn I'm thinking about my favourite fanfiction of all time which is "Executive Assistant to The Batman" on AO3

For those who've had the misfortune of not having read this yet, it's essentially an AU where Tim, rather than becoming Robin, becomes Bruce's Assistant at WE. The chapters are more one-shot style and Tim is very bitter, very done with life, and shows the Wayne family as much respect as they deserve which is absolutely none because they enjoy stressing him out far too much (they do care about him it's stressing in the way one would say dumb things because they know it annoys their friend) and it's just. An amazing book.

He knows their identities and they know he knows but it's never discussed and anyone who questions it is never given an answer

“That,” Clark says, “Was interesting, wasn’t it? Tim makes the most wonderful exits.” “He knows,” Kon says. Clark hums, “He knows how to find the best caterers.” “No, I mean, he knows.” “He’s an incredibly smart young man managing a full time job and high school, I wager that he knows lots of things.” Clark smiles. Kon stares at him, incredulous. “Oh my god, no wonder that guy looked ready to keel over.” Kon says, “This is one big giant elephant in the room and it’s smothering him and you guys are all just dancing around it.” “What elephant, Kon?” “You’re terrible people.” Kon marvels, “How has he not murdered you all?” “He’s a very good assistant,” Batman says from behind him, scaring the hell out of Kon, “I imagine it would be counter productive of him to murder his employer.”

Sorry, that was just my favourite and I wanted people to understand it. There's also him absolutely being done with vigilantes and their shit and it's may favourite thing ever.

It also has the quote "I don’t care that Gotham’s answer to the Kardashians funds Batman. Batman has been my antagonist since before Bruce Wayne and his money decided a skylight would be a fun new toy to invest in."

It has Tim wrangling villains into legally binding contracts and then sticking to them

“Drake.” Ra’s says. “This is an unfortunate misunderstanding.” “I am dying.” Tim replies. “And I’m hoping to take someone with me. Off the record, I’m hoping it’s you. You’re kind of old. I feel like I’d be doing the world a favor.” Ra’s doesn’t say anything but Tim gets the distinct feeling that he’s amused. “What did you send your people after me for that couldn’t be handled during normal business hours according to our contracts?” Tim snaps, “Let’s go, I’m off the clock and not paid nearly enough to deal with this.” “This may surprise you, Drake, but this is not about you.” “It sure feels like it’s about me from where I’m standing and glaring at the employee who broke my window and brought me onto my roof.” “For safety purposes.” Ra’s says. Tim snorts so hard that his entire head hurts. “Ow.” “All will be made known in time.” Ra’s says, “Pass the earpiece back to the ninja.” “He’s a dick. I want my window fixed.” Tim passes the earpiece back. “I’m not jumping the roof, either.” The ninja hands Tim a business card. Tim crumples it and tosses it at Nightwing.

It has Tim and other department members corralling the Waynes into actually working at their company

“Two billion.” “In aerospace tech.” She turns around to the stack of shelves carrying dozens upon dozens of plastic binders and pulls one out. It’s the only one he recognizes. “Yes, I know — “ “If you know why are you asking me to acquire two billion in aerospace equipment and technologies using W.E. funds?” Li returns. “I’ll leave it to Mr. Grayson to explain.” Tim turns to Dick and motions him forward. Dick looks like he’s ready to wind up with the Grayson-Wayne charm. Unfortunate. Li doesn’t do well with charm. And more than that? She absolutely loathes it when someone tells her she has to buy something. You’d think that would be counter productive as the person in control of all W.E. purchases. But it’s saved them millions in excess expenditure and audit fines. That kind of attention to detail is rare. It’s also why Tim made sure she got put in this position. If Tim’s going to deal with the Wayne family on a daily basis he needs to make sure that there’s at least someone in the company capable of running this show without being run roughshod by the Waynes when Tim isn’t able to corral them. Li crosses her arms, attention focused on Dick and Tim has no doubt that she’s already got the numbers ready to go in her head. “I have a conference call in ten minutes and two more people with urgent questions to deal with before then. I’m giving you six,” Li says. “And you can start by telling me what happened to the first six billion in aerospace tech I purchased two weeks ago. Tim does his best not to let his smirk come through at Dick’s look of utter and complete dismay. Consequences are terrible, aren’t they? Tim bets that Dick never thought there was someone actually watching the money fly out the window. Tim bets that none of them thought anyone was keeping such close tabs on it. Dick looks at Tim. Tim busies himself by looking at the screens behind Li and trying to parse out what any of it means. “Well,” Dick coughs and rallies himself quite impressively. “We used them. And through a lot of trial and error and experiments we learned a lot of things that we can use as a base for where we’re headed. So while we got a lot done, Li, we still have a lot further to go and — “ “Refurbish the old parts,” Li says immediately. “And check for excess waste. Six billion spent on experiments and not a single part of that can be reused or applied elsewhere? Unlikely. What are the total tallies? What’s the break down per category? How much of this is being outsourced and how much of it can we provide intracompany?” Li scowls, “Where’s the project proposal?” “Ah. It’s more of a, as the raven flies kind of thing, we’re figuring out what we need by trial and error. So it’s not exactly a perfectly itemized list as of this — “ “Then as of this time the request for additional parts is denied.” Li turns away from Dick, “Teresa, you’re number forty seven?” Tim takes Dick by the elbow and steers him off to the side. “If it’s any consolation you did a lot better than I thought you would. She actually let you dig your own grave.”

And there is. So much. SO MUCH more and it's a fuckin wild ride and it is one of the two fanfics till date that I will read any time and if you haven't read it then what are you doing

[isvvc-pvscvl]

Askhskkahjsksjaksh. This is fucking brilliant. I kinda want more 😅

Blooming most recklessly (Evgeni Kolpakov x GN reader)

What is this? This is 2/10 one-shots/blurbs for my 1 year Tumblrversary celebration, which is a deliciously tropey “friends to lovers” event. Here, the prompt is “Oh crap, I just saw you nude on/by accident and now I can’t stop thinking about you.” with Evgeni, requested by @wasicskosgirl. Thanks so much, Amanda, and I hope you enjoy it! (I didn’t know which way around you wanted it, so I hope this way is okay!).

So many fun prompts coming this week (w/c 22nd Feb), so if you’d like to follow along, pls either request a tag in my asks, or keep an eye on # Luna’s tumblrversary

Author’s note: This is a double trope, because not only is it friends to lovers, but also… they were roomates! Don’t think you need to have seen the movie to read this, though of course it helps. Basics of what you need to know if you haven’t: Evgeni is so under-rated. He’s a dreamboat. I love him. FYI: The fic title is Rilke, as Evgeni has a copy of Letters to a Young Poet in his bookcase.

Rating: Mature, for nudity and sexual thoughts.

Warnings: nudity, reader expresses some sexual thoughts but not explicit. Allusion to a reader being in a “bad situation” a while prior to the fic, but no details specified. One or two very subtle nods to Evgeni’s experience as a refugee, if you squint. Mention of smoking.

Word count: 2.9k, fuck me. I tried to make it shorter but… ah well.

Tagging: @nathan-bateman​ @foxilayde​ @supernovafeather

The sound of piano music floats into your dream, blooming most recklessly. The delicate, light notes seem to exist merely to ease you from slumber, rousing you as gently as the fingers which skim deftly over the keys. As the music finds you, you stretch, letting your body slowly come to, a beaming smile splitting your face as you remember where you are. As you remember where you are not.

You had been hesitant when Evgeni offered that you room with him. Despite your friendship, you were still colleagues, after all. Plus, you didn’t want to be a burden - although he had gone to great pains to make sure you didn’t feel like one. You know the man enjoys his solitude - which is all too rare for him between his job at Sotheby’s and attending night school. However, he had insisted, and you could not argue too keenly. You were in need of a safe port to land in when your prior situation fell through, and your dear friend understood the need for refuge well enough not to turn you away.

Waking up in Evgeni’s apartment should feel strange; disorienting, perhaps, but, in truth, he had made it feel like home from the moment you arrived. He’s made it feel like home in a way you’re not even sure you’ve experienced at any time in your life. Your friend Evgeni knows more than a thing or two about starting over, and you are grateful to have him by your side as you do the same.

Keep reading

[hopeamarsu]

Thank you so much darlings @littlemisspascal and @velocibee for tagging me ❤️

Rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don’t reblog!

fave color: dark blue

currently reading: Love Her or Leave Her by Tessa Bailey (second installment of Hot and Hammered series)

last series: Moon Knight.

last movie: The last one I watched was W.E. It’s a film by Madonna and ties in a contemporary romance and the Wallis Simpson/Edward historical romance. Yes, I am working my way through Oscar Isaac filmography.

sweet, spicy or savoury: Savoury, with a hint of spicy

coffee or tea: Tea

three ships: FishBen, Buffy and Angel and TenRose

first ever ship(s): Oh. I think Aragorn/Legolas and Nick Stokes/Greg Sanders were the first ones I actually began to follow. Oh gosh, this makes me feel old 🙈

currently working on: I feel really sad admitting this, but nothing much. It’s not that I don’t have ideas, but I have no energy to open a document… Internal sads is a real thing.

The last thing I worked on was the first chapter of Of Potions and Myths, I’m converting it to original fiction. I have the outline for 13 chapters but I’m taking it small step at a time.

fave piece of clothing: I have this red dress/shirt I bought from Rebdolls about a half a year back. I love how it looks on my body and even though I never imagined I could pull off red, damn it does give me a boost of confidence every time I pull it on.

comfort food: Salmon cooked over an open fire, potatoes and herb butter with lemon. Simple, perfect and never fails to make me feel million times better.

fave time of year: end of autumn, when the days are still warm, but nights are already dark.

fave fanfiction: So many to choose from!

Mando Kly’d from Thia @clydesducktape, RYLAB from Ren @the-ginger-hedge-witch , Say You’ll Stay from Kitty @yespolkadotkitty , Infinity Cube from @littlemisspascal , TF boys Whumptober fics from @kesskirata , What to Expect from Z @jynzandtonic , Stay With Me from Eve @sacklerscumrag , She Chose Me from Marie @mariesackler . I’m forgetting tons and tons of fics from this list, the amount of talent on this site blows me away every single day.

I think I overtagged so I���m not doing any more tags on this, but if you see this and would like to participate, please do!

[exodusandchill]

lmfao, literally every fic that goes viral in fandoms ends up d*sap*inting me. People just get so bored they hype anything.

Same, the amount of EXO fanfictions I’ve been disappointed with… like KPOP fans have some good writing but some shit gets so overhyped that people force themselves to like it so they don’t look like their hating or etc. Like nah, this fiction or w.e we calling it isn’t good. It’s text messages with no depth to them There is no story, no understanding of this gaming world only thing interesting is fans get to choose but I feel that makes the story worse in my opinion because the writer changes whatever they please. Like … 

I really just can’t believe this is what we’ve come to as good content. 

NOW EVERYONE is gonna want to do this. Like WHYYYYYYYY

[ambrosedeans]

Hey everyone!! I’ve decided I’m going to open writing commissions! I am broke ass student, but an enthusiastic writer with six years experience writing fanfiction. So I figure, why not make some money from what I’m good at and love doing!

What will I write? Well, anything for the following fandoms:

W/W.E  

EZA / TTA / TTE 

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

IASIP

Hannibal

Star Wars

Pretty much anything on this list!

Interested? Great! Here’s the details.

I am happy to write:

Both fanfiction and RPF 

Original works / OCs (with enough reference and discussion)

Implied nsfw, to my discretion. Graphic and detailed sex scenes are not something I do a lot of, but if you really want smut, then we can discuss it. Look at the examples on my AO3 to see what I’m capable of.

I won’t write:

Reader inserts

Anything immoral or illegal; noncon, underage, incest, bestiality, etc.

Major character death

Romanticised abuse (to my own discretion)

I have the right to refuse any prompt that makes me uncomfortable.

Payment specifics: 

Tell me what length story you are hoping for when enquiring.

When we agree on a price, I will require half of that price up front, before I start to work on your commission.

Halfway through, I will send you a draft which you can review and possibly suggest any changes you would like to be made.

Upon completion, the second half of the commission price will be paid.

Works may be posted to my AO3 and/or my tumblr

if you’re not comfortable with this for any reason, just tell me upfront and we can discuss it. I haven’t specified any times here as each fic is different in length and some content may take me longer (smut, for example), but I will get your commission done as quickly as I can!  If you are interested in commissioning me, send me an ask here on tumblr. Alternatively, email rustedwrites@gmail.com  Please reblog to spread the word!!

[freelancearsonist]

Smutmas Day Seven

An Evgeni Kolpakov x Reader Drabble

Rated E (Explicit - 18+) for graphic sexual content and stress relief

438 words

Day Seven: “The holidays are stressful... we need some relief.”

Twelve Days of Smutmas Masterlist

You sigh heavily as you flop onto the couch, face buried in a fluffy throw pillow so that the disgruntled scream you emit is muffled.

You can hear Evgeni’s soft chuckle as he sits next to your waist and presses his thumb right into the tense spot between your shoulders that he’s become so familiar with working his fingers into.

You moan as his skillful, limber fingers work into your sore muscles.

“I know it is frustrating, my love,” he hums softly. “Try not to let it bring your spirits down, hmm?”

“Too late.”

You have about twenty-six thousand relatives that you need gifts for and none of the numerous stores you and Evgeni visited had anything remotely close to what you were looking for.

“Mmm... perhaps I can change your mind?”

Before your exhausted brain can register the blatant suggestion in his voice, his lips are on your neck, precisely and accurately finding the exact spot that never fails to make you melt in his arms.

You moan softly and tilt your head, allowing him better access as his hands move up to rub at the tense cords of muscle in your neck.

“The holidays are stressful... we need some relief.” He nips lightly at your earlobe as a shiver runs down your spine. “Let me help you relax, moya dorogaya.”

“‘Geni...”

He hushes you gently, fingers digging firmer into your sore muscles and drawing another sinful moan from your lips.

“Perhaps I can use my fingers to ease you somewhere else, hmm?” Without even looking at him, you can hear the playful smirk on his face through his voice. 

“Please—“

Before you can even say anything else, he gently flips you onto your back and starts working your pants down your legs.

“Baby, please,” you whine as his fingers curl into the band of your underwear. He stops, dark eyes flicking up to yours, seemingly intent on staring into your very soul. He always looks at you like that, like he knows you as he knows himself. Intimately, entirely. He’s the only person who’s ever known you and understood you completely. “Please, ‘Geni. I need you.”

He doesn’t make you wait any longer, doesn’t want to deprive you when you’re in need. He’s quick to pull your panties off and toss them aside, and his warm, precise hands immediately move to push your thighs wide apart.

“Okay?” He asks softly. He always asks, no matter how many times you’re in this same exact position. 

“Okay,” you repeat. And then his warm fingers fill you, effectively erasing all the stress of the season, if only for a moment.

The End

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