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heartfullofleeches · 7 months

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Oh god PLEASE do a short with creep reader giving horrible torture ideas to Host while the contestants look on in horror.

(sorta forgot the short in your ask, but I hope you enjoy)

You are in an office.

The wall directly to your south is missing, but you can't see that far behind you - and so it is still there. A man sits cross from you at the other end of the table. You sense the presence of others in chairs beside you, but trying to make out distinct features from their grainy silhouettes only worsened the dull throbbing in the back of your skull. The amount of attention should bother you, but the significance of that man and yourself overshadowed them like the phantoms they were. Besides you, he's the most important in the room. He's your boss afterall.

Bathed in grey from his suit to his slicked back hair to even his skin, the man nurses an equally monochrome mug branded with the cheeky title of "A Show Host." The only bout of color on him was his tie which was curiously the exact shade and hue as your favorite color, and the book he held in his free hand. A quaint little journal with its lock popped and the key still in your pocket. Your brain screams to steal it back, but same as you can't look anywhere except ahead your body has lost all control of the rest of its motor functions.

The man barks a chuckle at the twisted thoughts you've put to paper. He removes his tie and tucks it smoothly between the pages of your journal, folding his hands neatly on the table as he closes it shut. His excessively wide grin peaks further as your eyes meet where his should be.

"Before we begin our meeting I must say what an honor it is to have such a clever mind in our little studio. Been a big fan of your work for quite some time and I think it's time to put some of your works to action."

The man tilts his sightless gaze towards the table. There are three folders where blank space once preoccupied. You gain control of your limbs as your fingers wiggle in the direction of the one closest to you.

"Those folders contain everything you need to know about the lovely contestants joining us today. Hopes, fears, ambitions, regrets- All you need and more to cook up some delicious punishment for our losers. Anything and I do mean anything is on the table. Give us your deepest, darkest fantasies and we will be more than glad to make them reality. The ball's in your court, and the pen is in your hand."

You open the first folder - gripping the pen in your sweaty palm as you read. As told, the folder is chalk full of notes on some guy just a couple years your senior. Someone's entire life held within rubber bands and pages. You sit in silence for a while. Circling some pieces, crossing out others. The Host watches intently from his end of the table feeling the swell of pride and admiration towards your dedication in whatever part of him resembled a human heart. You set down your tool and gather your notes as you begin your speech.

"Contestant A has severe claustrophobia resulting from locked in a closet by siblings as a child and forgotten for several hours. They also have fears of the dark and needles which are mostly unrelated on the surface. A potential punishment is to lock them in a room with just enough space to move. The walls are covered in spikes, slowly closing on them as time passes. The walls move at different paces so they believe it's safer elsewhere when in reality there's nowhere for them to go."

Silence. The silhouettes turn face each other, muttering amongst themselves with words you can't quite make out before facing Host sitting patiently this whole time. One by one, the silhouettes rise - striking their palms together in a chorus of applause which reaches its peak as one final member joins the frey. Host wipes a fake tear of his cheek. It almost feels...pleasant to receive positive attention for once.

"Beautiful, just beautiful. Childhood trauma, the hopeless hope or escape. I knew there was nothing short of genius in you. Keep going."

Host returns to his chair, resting his chin on the ball of his palm as you reach for another folder. Your hand naturally falls on the next one in order, but upon picking it up the letter on its cover is C. Host picks up his cup and holds to his lips as you look up at him. Skimming through the pages a strange feeling settles in your stomach. The same that plagued when writing nearly every entry in your book. You set the folder down and pick up the third. Then the first. It all clicks.

"Contestant C.... Contestant C is someone who tried to make my life a living hell in the past. In spite of this, with your permission I'd like to make them an offer. The other contestants are close friends of theirs. Life long even. Contestant C is now both an star athlete and plays guitar on weekend. They are also selfish and care for no one but themselves. I would like to give them the opportunity to free themselves and their friends in exchange for their dominant arm. If they refuse they are free to leave, following immediate punishment, torture and killing of their allies they must sit through."

Host stares at you - least you assume so given his lack of eyes, for quite some time. So long whatever he was drinking had to be cold by now. His cup turns out to be empty as it rolls across the floor. Thand resting on his chin covers his entire face as he folds, head bouncing off the wooden as his body twitches and jerks with every giggle he stifles. His attempts are in vain as his laughter echoes through the shadows around you, and the unseen crowd behind you. They convulse in ways unnatural foe the human forms they mimic. The sound reverberates from every corner, drowning your thoughts. You pick up the mug at your feet, reading its message for a second of clarity.

"Reality's Greatest Co-Host."

Host gradually regains his composure. He cards a hand through his hair and fixes his collar as he lifts himself off the table. He shutters returning to focus to you having never known more love or appreciation for the human mind than what consumes him now.

"I... could honestly kiss you right now. Forgive me for my brashness, but you have proven yourself a second time as the perfect member of our team. I'd kill to have a look at your brain, but I much prefer it in that pretty head of yours. I simply can't wait to see what you have in store for future guests, but for now let's focus on the ones we have now. We've kept them waiting long enough..

Blinking once, Host stands over you, holding out his hand as bright light blinds your vision. You're no longer facing the table and now in view of the stage hidden behind that wall that never existed. Three people stand behind podiums, each expressing terror, dread, anger or a perfect mixture of the three. Your lips pull into a smile as you take Host's hand and step out onto the stage. The crowd's cheers pitch higher seeing their favorite hosts hand in hand. A whisper soft as a lover's embrace meets your ear as his lips meet your temple.

"In the impossible chance they agree, you don't plan on letting any of them go - do you?"

He knows you so well.

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draftsandrecs · 3 months

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader finds herself crushing on her sister’s ex boyfriend after they run in to each other years after the break up.

Word Count: 4,670

Warnings: 18+, smut, no condoms, dirty talk

Taglist: @jbbarnes-dog-tags

‘And substitute regular milk for oat milk please.’

You type a quick ‘okay’ to your sister as you head to the coffee shop that you frequent almost every day. Today’s weather is sort of gloomy but nice. Lately it’s been rainy, mild showers and light thunderstorms. Your favorite kind of weather to have a latte while accompanied with a book. You scrub the bottom of your shoes against the coffee’s welcome mat to prevent tracking in mud or leaves.

“Good morning, welcome to Aristocrats!” You thank the familiar barista as you head to the counter pulling out your phone to order both drinks.

“What can I get you?” The barista asks with a smile on their face.

“Can I get a hot vanilla latte with 2 shots of espresso and oatmilk?” The employee mumbles the order back as they input it into the system as you continue.

“I also would like an iced chai latte with 3 pumps of brown sugar syrup instead of vanilla. As well as one shot of espresso, thank you.” You put your phone away as you get your wallet out from your bag.

“$15.28, cash or card?” The barista asks as you hand them your card to swipe.

You find a few dollar bills stashed in your bag as you drop it into the tip jar.

“Thank you, just give us a few minutes.” Handing you the card back you put it back into its usual spot as you crumble the receipt into the bag.

One of the reasons why you love this coffee shop isn’t just for the drinks but the book collection they have along with the scenery. It’s located downtown with windows that face the street that pour in natural light. The owner kept most of its natural architecture. Which included the layout, windows that surround the building on two walls, as well as the little fireplace that runs on cold days.

As you wait for the drinks you browse a few magazines near a table before you find one that peaks your interest. You situate yourself near a bar in front of the front facing windows to take advantage of the light that projects in. You flip through the first couple pages not caring for the luxurious ads of Gucci or Louis Vuitton. You never understood why anyone would spend thousands on a bag. You ignore the bell above the door that signals a customer as you continue reading about a woman’s divorce and her advice. While you have never been married it’s interesting to read about people’s lives.

“Here you go, hot vanilla latte and an iced chai.” The barista sets the drinks down as you reply with a thank you.

You look towards the counter as you spot a man ordering. Something along the lines of an americano. Typical. Men never go for good drinks. Reaching for your drink you realize you forgot a straw. Getting up you head to the side of the counter to grab one. As you begin to reach for one another, one hand is trying to grab a cocktail straw for their drink.You quickly retreat your hand back apologizing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” You say, embarrassed as if you were in his space.

“No troubles, you’re fine.” You turn to him finally getting a good look at him as he does the same.

“Oh shit, hey kid. How’ve you been?” It’s Bucky, your sister's ex-boyfriend. His eyes light up as he smiles at you. Like he’s excited to see you.

“I’ve been good. I finished up my last semester early. In December I graduated well. I didn't walk but I received the diploma which is just as good.” He crosses his arms as he listens to you furrowing his eyebrows that he always used to when listening intently.

He smiles as he lightly pats your upper arm in congratulations, “Hey that's great, really, you find any jobs or anything yet?”

“No, I mean I have but the pay is so shit that it’s not even worth it.” He nods understanding the job market has plummeted.

“I get that, if I hadn’t secured the job I have now a few years ago I probably would be back in school not knowing what to do.” Bucky came from an affluent family. His family always had money due to businesses, properties, and of course trusts and estates. His comment comes off a little tone deaf but you know he means well just trying to relate.

“Thanks,” he says as he grabs the drink from the barista as he begins adding a little packet of heavy cream.

“You stay around here? Or often?” He questions out of curiosity but also a small part of him hopes you say yes.

“Oh yeah. I moved back in with my parents after college. I mean- I don’t have a job so I really had no choice.” You hope you don’t sound like a complete fool of yourself. No job, living with parents, and your daily activities consist of getting coffee and reading.

“You’re still figuring it out, there’s no time limit.” His words comfort you, making you feel less alone. Even if he can’t exactly relate, it’s still nice to have someone understand your struggles.

Bucky continues to ask, “If you got a few minutes, you mind if we sit and catch up?” You smile and nod, letting out a small yes as you lead him to your little nook.

You're laughing at some story he’s telling from a recent event he went to where a kid found drawing on the walls of an art exhibit.

“Oh no, did the parents do anything?” You ask taking a sip of your mostly watered down chai.

“God no, remember these people think that their kids can do no wrong. Instead the dad threw him over his shoulder as they left quickly.” His answer made you shake your head wondering how parents never discipline their children.

“What have you been up to? Last thing I heard you were supposed to be taking over the family business.” The family business was just that- business. It was just managing properties, selling, and trading. But it brought in so much revenue. It’s the most popular realtor company in the state along with locations in neighboring states. It was started in the 40’s by Bucky’s great great grandfather and has now succeeded multiple generations.

“I have, well not entirely. I told my dad that I wanted to travel some first before settling with the job. Once you’re in that position all you can do is live for work, live to work. It just seems exhausting.” He sighs as he runs his hand through his short hair.

“You know I have a degree in Architecture, and I want to put that to use but my dad keeps pressuring me to take over the business. The money is good-

You cut him off,“But is it worth it? Money is great but if you aren’t happy with your job or what you do, no amount of money can compare to your happiness.”

“Yes, exactly. I’ve been sort of going back and forth on it but maybe I just need to go with what I want rather than what someone else wants.” Saying the quiet part outloud made Bucky realize that he wants to do what makes him happy regardless of money or fortune.

“You know you’re pretty insightful for your age. I wish I was like that when I was in my early 20s. But you seem so grounded. That’s very admirable Y/N.” The compliment causes your heart to skip a beat. You usually don’t get too many compliments, especially not on your mental or emotional intelligence.

“Thank you, it’s probably the books and because I’m the youngest child.” Your sister and you have a 10 year age gap that didn’t really help form a sibling relationship until you entered high school.

You weren’t planned which resulted in a little bit (a lot) of negligence from your parents. They had albums of pictures of her, always went to her events, and constantly doted on her. You were the youngest and the last. You were often thought of last. If you wanted them to make it to your events, school lunches, or any activity they'd send your grandparents. Which you became very close with at a young age because they noticed the difference between you and your sister. They never made you feel like a burden or second thoughts. You’ll always be grateful for that. Your parents apologized to you when you were older but the childhood trauma still stuck.

“I forgot you guys did have an age gap. I guess it’s more noticeable when you were younger.” His comment glides over, not caring to bring up your sister, his ex-girlfriend. Which you’re kind of happy about since he asked to catch up with you and he genuinely meant it.

Before he can get another word in your phone lights up, your sister is calling.

“You need to get that?” Bucky asks, noticing the screen.

“Yeah probably.” You sigh internally knowing that the coffee catch up is ending soon.

You swipe on the screen as you hold up a finger to give you a second.

“Where are you? It’s been an hour, I thought you said you were just getting coffee, not running errands.” Her voice is a little upset and can be heard by Bucky which makes you cringe a little.

“I’m sorry, I ran into someone and wanted to catch up.” Yeah her ex who you seem to be getting along with a little too well.

“It’s fine. I just didn’t know where my coffee was. Or you.” The last part was thrown in quickly to save herself. You know she doesn’t mean to be rude but that’s just how she can be.

“I’ll be home soon, sorry for taking so long. I didn’t realize how long I was out.” You really didn’t mean to take so long but the conversation lasted longer than expected.

The phone beep indicates a hang up as her reply.

“I’m sorry, I guess I got to go. But it was really nice seeing you again.” You stand up to gather your belongings.

“I really enjoyed it. I had a nice time, I really needed it.” Bucky meant what he said. It had been a while since he had a genuine conversation that wasn’t about work or mundane questions.

“Maybe we can catch up again, I mean I obviously don’t work so I��m always free.” You're hopeful that he’ll agree instead of it just being a one time occurrence.

“You have my number still? Or can I get yours?” You shake your head not remembering if your phone transferred his contact from the last time you updated it.

He grabs his phone to unlock it and lets you type in your number. Once you save your contact you head towards the door,“I got to run, but like I said just message me whenever you’re free. I can always make time.” I can always make time for you is what you wanted to say but bit your tongue instead.

“For sure, I’ll text you soon.” He promises as he watches you walk out of the small coffee shop knowing he’s already forming a liking to you.

It’s been a few months since you ran into Bucky at the coffee shop. Since that day you guys had been messaging non stop. Which quickly turned into late night phone calls that made your stomach hurt from laughing and cheeks sore from smiling. You only get together once a week since he’s still helping his dad and it took up most of his day. But he never fails to call or message you throughout the day to let you know what he’s up to. You’ve learned a lot from each other these past few months. He loves classic cars, museums, and fashion. He doesn’t care much for the bars but will go when his friends plan to. He designs a lot and is great at drawing too. He enjoys taking you out to museums, botanicals, and lately since the weather is better he’s taken you on hike trails. In return you’ve introduced him to books you enjoy and have started listening to audiobooks together. You’ve also found out how to make your own coffee. Bucky has an espresso machine in his condo that he never used. But together you guys figured out how to make your favorite drinks. Though you still go to the same coffee shop for convenience. It’s been a week since you’ve hung out and you expect a hangout session is due.

It’s morning when you get an unexpected call from Bucky. You answer without hesitation excited to hear his voice.

“Hey, what’s up?” You ask as you sit on your bed anticipating his message.

“What are you doing?” He sounds like he has a smile on his face, which you picked up quickly through the phone calls how his voice and facial expressions match.

“Nothing, just at home.” You look over at the clock next to you flashing 9:52 a.m.

“Would you be opposed to packing a bag and going to the next state over?” At first you thought he was joking until he said “you there?”

“No, I mean yes that sounds fun.I’d love to tag along” You say quickly gathering yourself.

“Perfect. I can be there in an hour. Just got to drop off a few things for my dad and I’ll be on the way. You won’t need much, just a few things to last a night or so. Oh and pack a nice dress, I want to take you on a date.” Your heart flutters at the word date, he hadn’t used that word yet, neither have you. It was sort of a weird territory but this solidified there is more.

“Sounds good, I’ll see you then!” You hang up letting the phone fall on the bed as you rush to get ready and pack looking forward to the night.

You arrived around a little after 3 in the next state. But since you couldn’t check in until 4 o’clock Bucky showed you a few places around the city. You ventured into antique shops, locally owned book shops, and of course you had to try a coffee shop. He offered to buy you whatever you wanted and insisted that you had to pick out at least one thing that he could buy you or else you couldn’t leave the store. You opted for a few books (it was five in total of hardcover books you could never find near you and were too expensive to order online). He seemed pleased to be funding your reading addiction.

You check your phone’s time making sure you’re not late getting ready. Bucky said to be ready by 6:45 and you’re cutting it close at 6:30 trying to finish a few makeup touch ups. And you haven’t even gotten dressed yet. Bucky left the room an hour ago so you could get ready in private. He didn’t want to intrude on your space saying that ‘I know how women are. My mom always enjoyed getting ready alone because she didn’t want to feel rushed.’ He was right, if he was in the same room you’d feel like you would have to get ready quickly.

You curse trying to get your heels ons as you lace up the second heel trying to secure it as much as possible so you wouldn’t fall. As you’re finishing up and repacking your makeup to clean up the area the door clicks open as Bucky walks in. You turn to him hoping he likes it. It’s nothing extravagant to you compared to their style. It’s a black strapless elongated dress tailored to your height. A narrow slit starts from the upper thigh opening towards the bottom.

“Wow, you look incredible. I mean not that you don’t always look good but today, tonight you just look exceptional.” You try not to smile at his words but fail. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him flustered.

“Thank you, is this too much? It’s my old winter formal dress but I didn’t have time to get a new one.” You hope your attire suits the restaurant dress code. The last thing you want to do is embarrass yourself in front of him.

“No, you look perfect. It’s perfect.” He’s matching with black slacks, sweater, and a long peabody coat.

“I can say the same for you, I like the monochromatic look. It suits you.” Your comment makes him smile as it means a lot coming from you.

“I wanted to look my best for you.” He checks his watch, noticing the time,”we should probably head down. The valet is waiting for us.” He holds out his hand as you accept it.

The waiter sat you at a booth per Bucky’s request. You’re glad to sit to relieve pressure off your feet. You only walked a little but the heels are skinny and feel like they’re stabbing your feet. Bucky orders drinks for you as you look at the menu. It’s limited but that’s how most fine dining restaurants operate.

“I want you to get whatever you want. My treat.” You don’t say thank you this time. “Don’t worry, I will.” Your reply comes out teasingly creates a smirk on his face knowing that you’re comfortable around him and letting him treat you accordingly..

The finished entrees have been pushed to the side leaving waiting to be picked up as you listen to him talk about this week's work load. Your phone interrupts him mid sentence as a message comes through from your sister. He doesn’t mean to pry, it was in the middle of the table after all.

“Do you need to get that?” He asks politely knowing that he’d give you all the time you needed.

You check it before answering him.

‘Hey, just checking on you, hope you’re doing okay. It feels like we haven’t talked in a little bit.’ For a second you feel bad. But you also know she only comes around when you don’t make plans or reach out first. You are always chasing and you hate forcing things, especially familial ties. It’s also not just that, that makes you feel bad. You’re sitting across from her ex-boyfriend who she dated for 4 years who she thought she was going to marry. Given it’s been two years since they’ve broken up. Now you’re sitting here wondering if you should leave for her sake or stay for what your heart wants.

“No it’s fine, just something with my sister.” He must’ve noticed your demeanor change as he grabs your hand from the table. He rubs his thumb across your hand soothing you.

“I get it, this situation isn’t ideal nor normal in a sense. It’s confusing, conflicting. Like you're questioning yourself what's right and wrong or too far. If you want me to take you home tonight and never speak again I understand. But I will say regardless of what happens after tonight. It’s up to you. It’s your feelings I respect ultimately. But I want you to know, I’d regret it if I don’t at least try. Because even though it’s only been a few months since we reconciled, I finally got to know someone that I have never met. Emotionally and mentally you captivate me in a way no one else has. Someone that actually listens to me, understands me, and wants me for me, not for what I have. I would be a fool not to chase someone like that regardless of who they're tied to.” He takes a small breath before finishing, “I don’t want to imagine a life without you. If it’s not you then I don’t want anyone. Above all I don’t want to walk away from tonight without telling you how I feel. What I feel is you, you make up my thoughts, I see you in my future. I’d do anything to prove that love I have for you. Even if it means allowing you to walk away tonight. Because you’re the most important thing to happen to me in a long time. The last thing I’d want to do is hurt you or make you choose something you aren’t ready for. I’m here for you even if you walk away, I’ll always come to you if you need me.”

His eyes are a little teary as he cups your hand with both of his hands and kisses it.

“You don’t have to make up your mind right n-” He’s cut off by you.

You interrupt him as you lean closer to the table with a shaky breath.“I don’t want to live a life I regret. Especially regretting someone that I could have a life with but chose not to out of fear or for someone else's feelings. I don’t know where life is supposed to lead me but I know I want it with you. Most people follow through with decisions based on what’s most logical but I choose my heart. And my heart wants you.”

He leans over the table as you meet him halfway to kiss him. Letting his lips envelope yours, soft and plump like you imagined. It’s sweet and gentle like him. You pull away from the short kiss wishing it lasted longer but you’re also in public.

“So you for sure don’t want to go home?” He asks one more time knowing your answer.

“Not unless it’s with you.”

No words are exchanged as you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, one of your legs is on his shoulder as he takes off your shoe. As he unties the last heel he kisses from your ankle to your thigh. Moving upwards to the wetness between your thighs. You lay back on the bed allowing for more access. He kneels on the floor, grabbing your ass and pulling it closer to him for better positioning. Your dress is pushed up, bunched around your waist as he pulls your panties off. He throws them to the side discarding them. You feel his breath on your pussy for a second before he kisses it. He gives the mound and lips little kisses teasing you as you wait for him to give you more. Shivers run down your spine as you feel his tongue on your slit. He flattens it to cover the whole area, licking a few times. Savoring the taste of you. He takes your swollen clit into his mouth to gently suck on. You can feel your clit pulsate as his tongue teases the little nub. Flicking it and rubbing it in a circle with his tongue. Causing your hands to find his hair as you grip it and grind against his face. His hand reaches between your thighs as he rubs the soft skin gently before he runs two fingers over your wet pussy. A moan escapes your mouth as you feel his hand on your wet cunt. Once his fingers are wet, he uses one finger to open you up. Allowing you to get used to the feeling before he adds another. Another finger joins the first stretching you. It gives you some relief as you rock yourself on his fingers a little as he begins to lap at your clit. Tonguing the nerve as he finger fucks your small hole.

“Your fingers feel so good.” You moan gripping his hair.

He removes his face from your pussy, “you taste amazing. Just as I thought” He gets back to his feet to lean over you as he begins to furiously fuck you on his fingers. You’re cursing at him as he continues, loving the sounds you’re making and faces you make when you’re being pleasured. You place your fingers on your clit as you feel yourself getting close. Rubbing circles and other motions to aid in relief. You’re begging him at this point whimpering knowing how close you are. He adds one more finger stretching you beyond belief knowing that you can take it

“You’re taking my fingers so well I can’t imagine how good it’ll feel on my dick.” . He says as he guides you while you’re cumming. Letting you know how good you are and how pretty you are.

He waits a few more seconds before he pulls out his fingers leaving you empty. He gets off the bed to take off the rest of his clothes, swiftly undoing his buckle and pants to reveal a very prominent hard-on. You move closer to the headboard to get more comfortable as you wait for his return.

“I don’t have a condom. I wasn’t planning on having sex.” He’s on the bed again rubbing his cock trying to relieve the pressure.

“I don’t care, I just want you inside me.” Your voice is needy as he grins before he’s quickly in between your legs again.

He rubs his cock up and down your slit. Letting the juices coat the tip. He teases the clit for a second until you whine wanting him inside you. He lines his cock up at your entrance with one hand letting the tip slowly enter. He looks at you, watching your face to make sure he’s not hurting you. You gasp as he slides in, his length completely filling you up.

“You doing okay?” You nod as he waits for a second before moving.

His thrusts are gentle to not hurt your cervix. He knows his size is above average and easy to bruise if too rough. He leans down to kiss you, one hand on your hip, the other on your face. His kiss is hungry and rough compared to his thrusts.

“I’ve been waiting for this. Dreaming about this.” He says moaning into your mouth.

“I know, I’ve cum to you so many times.” You confess.

“I can’t count the times you’ve made me hard by just being next to you.” His pace quickens up which makes you grip his biceps.

“Fuck.” You draw out the word as he continues pounding.

He grabs your legs, bending your knees to your chest. This position leaves you completely folded, breathless, with how deep he is.

‘Fuck you’re so big Bucky.” You say throwing your head back.

“Maybe your cunt is just too tiny then. Maybe I just need to keep stretching you out then so you don’t forget who you belong to.” He leans his head down to watch his cock retreat in and out of your hole. Mesmerized by the wetness glistening on his cock.

He bites his lip as he slowly pulls out almost all the way, just to thrust back in. He loves watching your face as he’s inside you. Your little sounds and whimpers almost send him over the edge entirely with how sweet you are. You move your hips against his cock, meeting his thrusts. You’re so wet you can’t even tell if you’ve already cum or not. Sweat is building up on his forehead as you watch him pound into you. You know he’s close by the erratic thrusts.

“Where can I cum?” He asks, needing an answer quickly or else he��s about to make you a milf.

“Inside me. I’m on birth control.” He moans leaning down to kiss you as his thrusts speed up and his body shakes. Your walls grip him tightly as he spills his seed inside of you. Filling your cunt until it’s dripping.

Once he’s finished he gets a warm rag to clean you up. Letting the warmness soothe your now aching core.

“I love you” Bucky says as he doesn’t care to look for a ‘right time’ anymore.

“I love you too.” You really do.

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russellsppttemplates · 7 months

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Let me be there for you (Lance Stroll)

Your way of dealing with things makes Lance question if you are both on the same page

Note: english is not my first language. I never thought that a small blurb could lead to this, but I'm happy it did. Thank you to the people who sent in their ideas, and coincidence or not, some of them I already had in mind (some were tweaked a little), and they also go perfect with something I want to do for Lance and reader when they want to start a family, so hopefully soon I'll get to that!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: mentions reader's period, a couple fight, hospital/exams, female fertility problems

"Would you be able to come here by the end of the week?", the lady asked over the phone, "this week is going to be difficult, I need to push a few things around to see if I can make it. Can I call you back once I know for sure?", you suggested back to her, "thank you for understanding. Have a nice day", you ended the call, sighing as you looked at the calendar app open on your laptop and, quite frankly, not seeing many available options for the appointment you were trying to book.

You were in the middle of changing things around when your boyfriend's text interrupted your chain of emails questioning if your schedule could be altered.

"Shoot, forgot that was today!", you cursed yourself for having forgotten that you had planned to have dinner with Lance at your place, now grateful that he had won the battle of who should be in charge of the food despite your previous insistence. The text could read that he was leaving his place to go to the take out place and then he would make his way to yours, which meant you had about forty fives minutes until he arrived.

Deciding that you'd leave the problem for tomorrow, at least until you knew for sure if you had the time, you switched off your laptop and moved to the living room, tidying it up a little and arranging the table so it was set when Lance arrived.

A knock on the door was enough to pull you out of your focus on the show playing on the TV, getting up to open it and allowing him inside, you waited until the paper bag was set on the table so you could cup his cheek and kiss his lips, "hello, sweetheart", he hummed as he separated your lips.

"Hi, handsome, how was your day?", you asked, helping him spread the food containers, "it was good, we did some testing on the latest developments of the car and some promotional videos, too. And yours? Is this a new table?", he said, "it was good. Oh yes, I got this on the weekend, the guys delivered it on Friday and I spent the whole weekend building it", you smiled, seeing Lance look at the plaster on your arm, "I had some trouble with one of the legs, but I got it under control", you explained, seeing his concerned expression, "you could've called for help", he noted, holding your hand as you sat down, "no need, I was able to complete it myself. Hopefully this doesn't fall all over though", you giggled, trying to soften his expression with a kiss on his cheek.

"Do you want to go to this weekend's race?", he asked, biting the food he gathered on the fork, "I don't think I can go, I'd love to, but I was only able to schedule an appointment for the weekend, and even that I'm trying to see if that works, but I'd love to go", you pouted, "I'll be watching from home, I promise", you cupped his cheek, rubbing the stubbly skin and smiling, "this one usually broadcasts early in the morning, like six or something", he nudged you, "then I'll just have to get a big mug of coffee to get me through".

"You said you had an appointment?", Lance recuperated the subject when you had finished tidying the plates, now sitting on the sofa enjoying eachother's presence, "yes, I have to go to a check-up, nothing major", you said, kissing his clothed chest.

Since Lance was leaving for Japan the next morning, you opted out to have dinner that his place, despite your insistence that you could do it at yours so he didn't have to worry about having a tidy kitchen and house, "I've told you I don't mind having to clean up, and I always love having you here, especially when you wear my clothes", he reasoned with you, feeling a bit cocky about how you had gone to his wardrobe and grab one of his hoodies because you were cold.

"Did you book the appointment?", Lance asked once you sat on his big sofa while he flickered through the channels, hoping to find something good for you to watch.

"I did, Friday afternoon they're going to do some exams", you subtly mentioned, "exams? I thought it was just a routine check-up", he wondered, now concerned about the situation. Truth was, he sometimes felt like he didn't get everything out of you. Like you'd tell him the basics of your life, almost in a way of not having him just about enough involved in it, but far way enough as well.

"They're doing some studies, but I don't think it's that big of a deal, it's about my period. Probably some bloodwork, they talked about a scan, but only if they think it's necessary", you mumbled, feeling Lance change his position so he could face you.

"Are you sure? I'd like to help in any way I can", he forwarded, "you know I want to be here as much as I can for you, you don't have to go through this alone, or do this alone, I'm here for you", he stated.

"I know, love. But I'm fine", you mumbled, "no need to worry, yeah?".

And it was like it broke then and there. "But I do worry, you know? I want to know things and do things for you, and you barely let me", he began and you allowed for him to continue, sensing that you needed to think about what to say, "it's like you don't want me to be involved in your life, like you don't want to rely on me, you don't want my help. And I'm all in Y/N", he said, rhe frustration clear in his face.

Being on your own for a while did that to a person. You'd grown protective of yourself and of your values, so you burst a lot bigger than intended, "what do you mean? I tell you about my things, and I have you in my life. And I love that, but I don't think I'm pushing you away", you reasoned back.

"You don't?", Lance snapped loudly enough to be heard but calm enough to still allow you to feel safe, "a while ago, you were busy juggling family matters and work matters, and I only found out after the problems were solved. Surely, I couldn't help with the problems themselves, but I could've helped you deal with their burden. Not even to build a table, Y/N. I'm sure I could've helped with that, and this appointment? I'm only finding out you're being examined because I asked. If you don't want me to know things, maybe we need to sort things", he gulped. He himself didn't like that option. He saw a future with you, so suggesting it came out of his mouth as quickly as he regretted saying it.

"I think you're being unreasonable, Lance", you stated. Was this the end of it all?

"We can't see eye to eye on this, can we?", he said, "I think we should think about this, with a clear head. I've already said things I don't mean in the slightest", your boyfriend suggested.

"I think it's a good idea, too", you gulped, getting up and grabbing your bag so you could leave.

You put on your shoes, lacing them carefully whilst feeling Lance's gaze on you, waiting desperately to hear the three words from him. Despite his opinion, you cared about him and wanted him in your life, so much so that at the beggining of your relationship you promised eachother that, no matter what, you'd never let the other go to sleep wondering if the other loved then. You could be mad or upset at eachother, but you had to know you loved eachother, so when he said "I love you", and looked at you, it made you feel a little bit better.

"I love you, Lance. Travel safe, okay?", you said, looking at him one last time before closing the door behind you.

The Buzzin Corner had been the first activity Lance got to do that got his mind off of what had happened, and for a bit he actually thought he had a good plan for when he came back, wanting to focus on his race first and then head home to you.

Sebastian had stopped by the Aston Martin hospitality, wanting to greet his old team when he saw Lance sitting in one of the sofas in the corner, "May I? You know being alone always makes your own thoughts louder", he smiled, sitting next to the number eighteen driver.

"Sure, it's probably for the best to be honest", Lance mumbled, "are you enjoying the weekend?", he asked, "it's different when I'm watching the cars race rather than racing myself", the German driver added simply, "it's a good thing I know a lot of people here. Just saw your sister too, and her husband. How is Y/N? I don't mean to be nosy, but I'm curious to know how she is", Sebastian asked Lance. He had met you in the last couple of races from the previous season, keeping you company a few times since you, too, preferred to stay in the hospitality rather than in the buzz of the paddock.

"She's back home, work has been keeping her busy and she had an appointment", Lance forwarded, thinking about telling him more. He and Sebastian had grown close, especially after being teammates, and he seemed to have a good marriage, so maybe he had some helpful insights about the situation. And the worst he could do was gossip about it with Mick, and even that he didn't think would be the case, so Lance figured it was okay.

"Actually, I've been meaning to talk to someone about this", he tried, seeing his previous teammate show no signs of not wanting to hear it, "Y/N, she's incredible, we've established that from the beggining. But I feel like she's not in this as much as I am?", Lance shrugged.

"What makes you think that?", Sebastian questioned, "it's like she doesn't want me to be there for her. Am I unreasonable to think that I should be involved in her life? She never asks for my help, and we had a fight about it before I travelled here", he gulped.

"I don't know her enough to answer from her side, nor do I want such meddling", Sebastian began, "But have you considered how it feels for her?", he pointed out, "I'm not taking any sides here, but I think it's important you see her side and she sees yours. Y/N is an incredibly intelligent woman, you know I said that to you after she visited us for the first race weekend", he smiled, recalling the many teasing comments of the German driver stating how he had definitely got lucky and of how whipped he looked for the young woman. "I don't think she would do anything to purposefully hurt you, I saw how much she cares about you. Maybe her love language is not the same as yours. I remember me and Hanna also had to work around them", he finished.

"I really don't want to lose her, you know?", Lance admitted. He saw a future with you. Whenever he thought about being married or having a family, or even growing old, he had you by his side. Despite knowing you wouldn't want a celebration like his sister had for her wedding, only because it wasn't your thing, but he couldn't help himself but think of how it would be for you. To see you in a dress and celebrate your love in front of the people you cared about most, to dance around and, most importantly, to spend the rest of his days with. "I don't want to throw the towell, but it's difficult to navigate this, and I don't want to say anything that would hurt her. When we talked about it, I already said things I didn't mean", Lance added, looking up at Sebastian, "make sure you talk it out like grown adults. No offensive words thrown around, because that will do you no good. If you're really in love with eachother, you find compromises and discuss them, see where one or the other bends, with balance, of course", the older driver advised, patting his back, "I hope everything goes well with you two, she's an incredible young woman", he smiled.

"Thanks, Sebastian", Lance smiled, too, now wanting the weekend to be over so he could talk to you.

Hi, love. I'm sorry your race got cut short but a technical issue. I hope you all have a safe travel home.

Also, I'm going to be home for the next few days because I had a small exam (I'm fine, by the way, just a little crampy), so if you want to drop by so we can talk, let me know, okay? I love you.

Those two texts on his phone warmed his heart slightly. He was gutted that he didn't get to finish the race, but still comforted by the fact that you had been watching and supporting him.

"Smiling about your lover, little brother?", Chloe asked, sitting in front of him. The family was flying back home together and everyone seemed to be either working or asleep, so Lance had the options to either talk to his sister or do what the others were doing.

"Yes, she just texted", he smiled faintly, his eyes not budging the part where you mentioned you'd be home, surely because it was medically prescribed given the exam you had. "She had an appointment today and she's saying she's done with the examination they did", he said.

"Oh, bless her. Is it because of her periods? She was telling me about it the last time we visited and she was very uncomfortable", Chloe thought out loud, "I've never had them, but some of my friends have had them and some of them are hard-core. Hopefully she can manage the pain and hopefully not need surgery", she finished, taking a sip from her drink and not notice how her brother's face had turned into worry.

Pain? Surgery? What was she on about? You mentioned some blood work, scans if they saw fit. But maybe you had a reason behind not telling him, so until then, he was going to work with the information he had.

Lance was up bright and early given the jetlag, thinking he would just get his day going before dropping by to your place. When he arrived the day before, he only had the energy to send you a text that he was home before he found the energy to shower and go to sleep, hoping to visit you today.

After his workout and another shower, he got ready and ate breakfast, taking his car keys out of the decorative bowl they lived in before making his way out of the door.

Driving to your place, he rehearsed the words and ideas he wanted to say. Now, he understood the importance of hearing your side of the story, because while he felt frustrated and a little hurt, he knew you were most likely not doing it on purpose, so there had to be another reason behind it.

Sending you a quick text and getting a positive reply back, he made his way to your place, parking his car and heading up to knock on your door.

"May I?", he wondered when you opened the door, getting inside and taking his shoes off before he kissed your forehead, heading with you silently to the living room.

"This is where I've been spending my days, so that's why there's pillows and blankets everywhere", you blushed, sitting yourself in a comfortable position so Lance could sit next to you, "we're here to talk, so do you mind if I start?", you asked, earning his nod.

Letting out a big breath, you looked at your boyfriend's brown eyes, "I've been on my own for a while, so I had to learn how to do things on my own. My parents always made sure I was raised as an independent woman because that gave me a feel of self security and some self confidence", you explained, "and so, for me, asking someone for help or accepting is not as easy as it is for some".

"But is that because you don't trust me to help you? Or that you don't want my help?", Lance asked softly, starting to understand where you were coming from.

"No, not like that. I trust you completely. And when I choose to not ask for help, it was never with the intention of hiding it all from you in a malicious way... I guess I'm just doing things like I was wired to do, and because of that I couldn't understand why you were so upset and mad about it", you breathed out, finally letting it all out.

"Then, maybe you can trust me enough to let me help? I understand where you're coming from now, but I promise I'm only have good intentions, and I want to be here for you. You don't have to deal with things on your own all the time", he brushed some hairs behind your ear.

"I didn't want to seem distant. It's just, I've been like this my whole life, and I never wanted to be overbearing. It's jus how I do stuff, but I'll make an effort to be better. Can't say it will be easy and linear, but we'll talk along the way, yes?", you added.

"Exactly. So, what are these exams?", he asked, holding your hand in his, rubbing the soft skin with his fingers, "I've always had pretty painful cycles, you know that. And because of that, my doctor thought it was best for me to get some further tests just to make sure things are working as they should. This time it was just a blood sample and the did a scan of my belly, and next week I have a smear booked which depends on what the other tests' results say when they come back", you gulped, "they're worried about some conditions, and fertility and all of that, so they think it's best if they catch it early", you shrugged your shoulders.

"Why didn't you tell me?", he asked, "Well, we established I'm not the best at asking for help, am I?", you blushed, "it's a lot for someone to take in. They keep saying that it could be nothing or that it could be something big, we just have to wait and see. And you've been in hospital recently in far worse shape, I didn't want to burden you", you said, earning a shake from his head, "I want to he here for you as much as possible in this, if you'll let me, please. Wether it's just bloodwork of a full body scan. I don't care if they're poking you with needles or some sort of exam, I want to be there because I care about you. You could never be a burden for me, and in matters like this, I'm not letting you walk through it alone, no matter what happens, okay?", Lance checked, earning a nod, "I need words, sweetheart", he teased, "yes, I'll tell you", you smiled, cupping his cheeks so you could press your lips in his.

"And we'll talk to eachother whenever we feel like we're not being understood. I don't care what it is about, we talk about it. You want me out of your hair? Okay. I need you to let me help you put on a sock? Let's do it!", he chuckled, making you smile too, "I want you for the long run, so I'm willing to make this work for the best if you are, too", he kissed your forehead, "we have a deal?".

Smiling, you pecked his lips a few times, "we have a deal. Thank you for being so understanding", you blushed, nuzzling your face in his chest, "now, I'm just going to get you a hot water bottle, your meds, and then we'll get comfortable enough to watch this show".

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justhere4kpop · 6 months

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Oh, Nurse!

Demon! Yoon Jeonghan x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend's friends think you can't dress up for Halloween, maybe this year you shut them up and win the annual contest.

Genre: Demons, Halloween Costume Party, Fantasy, Fluff, Friendly Competition

Warnings: Suggestive Conversations, Reader has some insecurities that are touched on, Language

~~Collab Piece with @nebulousbrainsoup~~ Here (Go check out theirs!)

a/n: This is my very first Seventeen piece!!! I'm so excited! I've been wanting to write for them for a while now but I never had any good ideas....ironically S.Coups is my bias. Also, this turned into one of my first like solo collab pieces, and yeah. I have some really cool friends. also, @nebulousbrainsoup thanks for editing and overall listening to me ramble. <3 <3 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

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I hadn’t really planned on a couple’s costume with Jeonghan, nor had I planned on wearing something so…sexy, but when BooSeokSoon announced their annual Halloween party I had to go. And of course the boys had to bring up that I’d never wear something so scandalous..oh how wrong they were. When my demon boyfriend of two years had mentioned he wanted to dress up as a doctor he asked if I would join him. I wanted to surprise him though so I threw him off saying my best friend was gonna be a Tiger and saying I was Soonyoung. He laughed at the thought and nodded saying we’d for sure win the costume contest this year instead of Junhui.

It’s not that I CAN’T dress up, it’s that I don’t want to if I’m just picking him up or hanging out at his place. I have before, he bought a few very nice lingerie sets and we’ve gone out to dinner before at some very nice places but I like cuddling on the couch in pajamas and being comfortable.

“Do you want me to pick you up?” the text read on my phone.

“No I’ll meet you there Doctor.” I replied with a winky face. I ordered an Uber while pulling on the white lace thigh highs completing the look.

If there was one thing about a party at BooSeokSoon’s there was going to be drinking, drinking games, karaoke, and real fun time, you know…for it being in hell. My Uber driver’s eyes practically bugged out of his head when I threw on my coat to combat the chilled air of the autumnal season. It was a sexy costume but nothing too revealing, a mini dress, thigh highs and the cheesy headwear, cleavage just tastefully poking out. I was nothing if not classy while proving my friends wrong. I check my heels and makeup one more time making sure I won’t break anything, including my ankle, on the walk up to the townhome, and of course no red lipstick on the teeth. You know how magic works, presentable on the outside portal to hell on the inside.

Seungkwan opens the door for me and he’s casual…until I take off the coat I’m wearing.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah Kwan?” I look at the man whose jaw is on the floor.

“JEONGHAN YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS HERE!!!!” Hoshi called out, coming around the corner and freezing. “Holy fuck.” he whispered.

“Hi boys.” I smiled and walked past them into the living room where the real party had started. “Paging Doctor Yoon.” I called out to the man who was still turned away from me, two drinks in his hand.

“I see my little tiger has made…it.” his eyes widened.

He dropped the drinks on the floor once turned fully. He’d promised to clean them up later but I think he forgot.

“Fuck y/n. That you darling?” he asked, biting his lip and spinning me lightly to get a good look at the outfit.

“The one and only.” I smiled and kissed his cheek leaving an imprint on his cheek.

“I’m never washing that off.” he smiled down at me, taking a peek at my cleavage. “And to what do I owe the pleasure nurse y/n?”

“Well since your friends think I’d never wear something like this, because your oversized shirts are comfortable…I thought I’d surprise you. And look! Couples costumes.”

“You are just full of surprises, and here I was telling everyone you and Soonyoung were gonna match.”

“It’s why I didn’t want you picking me up Hannie.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Get me a drink?”

“Anything you want beautiful.” he smiled.

To say I had stunned just about every one of the demons was an understatement. All of them had dropped jaw and dry mouth it seemed. I was a little self-conscious with all the eyes now on me but I knew if I was ever uncomfortable there was Dr. Yoon next to me.

“You know, even after 2 years when I think I have you figured out..you always manage to surprise me.” Jeonghan had chuckled into my ear.

“2 years isn’t that long Hannie.” I took his hand as he lead me to the dance floor.

“Then I can’t wait to see what 20 and beyond look like.” he smiled and cupped my face to kiss me, a few whoops and hollers coming from those around us. “Looks like you stole my breath might need CPR Nurse.” he smiled.

“Oh really, normally people who are choking don’t talk.” I looked at him.

“Oh? Choking? No not me, you later perhaps though.” he winked and kissed me again.

“You know they say office romance doesn’t work out very well.”

“Good thing this is make believe darling. You’re stuck with me for a very long time…especially now that the guys have seen what should’ve been for my eyes only.”

“Blame them, they said I couldn’t do it.”

“I’m not blaming anyone if I get to see you like this.” he smiled.

Soonyoung had brought drinks around while people were dancing and that seemed to really get the party started, it was practically a frat party in hell at this point. Soonyoung always threw the most elaborate things for having a tiger on the brain. Then in walked Jeonghan’s biggest competition. His brother in arms. Jisoo, or Joshie.

“Hi Joshie!” I squealed and hugged him. “Is your partner around?”

“They’re putting up their coat.”

“I see, no costume again this year?” Jeonghan looked at his twin.

“Oh no we’re doing an angel devil look, they’re of course the angel. And what are you supposed to be?” Joshua’s eyes flashed red.

“A doctor.”

“What do you know about saving people, Jeonghan?”

“It’s called a costume for a reason, besides look at my lovely assistant aren’t they just…delicious.”

“I must say y/n, you know how to surprise us for sure. Never would’ve thought you were one to wear something like this.” he smiled and spun me around gently.

For demons they sure are sweet talkers hmm. Look it’s not my fault you have to give into temptation a little bit.

“We gotta win this year honey.” Jeonghan pulled me into him slightly as I took another drink.

“Hmm? Don’t want to lose to Joshua again?” I chuckled looking up at him.

“Again? Oh no no I never lose to Joshua.”

“Not my fault you voted for Soonyoung’s tiger last year.”

“I didn’t actually think he would WIN.” he pouted.

“Come on the contest doesn’t start for another hour. Let’s have a little fun.” I pulled him along.

The party was in full swing by the time the costume parade was starting, of course the boys and their partners were participating if they could. Wonwoo and his partner were both black cats…not by his choice of course. Seokmin and Seungkwan were Superman and Lois Lane….Seokmin was Lois Lane. Jihoon was a DJ...so on and so forth.

“Gyu what are you even talking about?” I laughed at hearing the man get lost in his train of thought again.

“I don’t even think he knows at this point Jagiya.” Jeonghan snuck up behind me again, his hands finding purchase on my waist. “Mind if I whisk you away your cheeks are looking a little flushed, my nurse, need to make sure you don’t faint on me.” he smiles.

“Oh I’m fine Hannie.” I pout, my words a tiny bit stumbled from the alcohol coursing slowly through my system but he guides me outside calmly and quietly.

“Did you really do this because the guys teased you about not dressing up more?”

“What they said I wouldn’t wear anything revealing or sexy for halloween.” I pout more.

“I’m just saying is this to prove them wrong or give yourself a confidence boost, you always said you didn’t like being the center of attention.” he brushed my hair back. “I’m definitely fine with you showing off for Halloween and the like, I love it when you let yourself relax.” he smiled.

“Oh sure be sweet and kind now.” I held his hand. “I don’t know…I think I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do it too. I’m not the most comfortable with myself sometimes but you tell me to try it out more…why not halloween.” I shrugged. “Maybe I wanted to look nice for you.”

“For me? Baby you always look absolutely delightful. Hard to keep my hands to myself.” he smiled.

“Jeonghan…you know what I mean.”

“And I’m telling the truth. I’ve never minded how you dress or anything, because you’re always you…my little bear.” he smiled and kissed me. “But I do like little surprises.”

“Keep sweet talking me and it’ll be a big surprise later Dr. Yoon.” I stuck my tongue out. “Come on I’m actually starving and there’s pizza….it’s also kinda cold out here.” I pulled him back inside.

“Oh Nurse, you’re going to get me in so much trouble one of these days.” he laughed.

“I thought trouble was your middle name.” I smiled.

“ALRIGHT! TIME FOR THE VOTING AND RANKINGS!” BooSeokSoon called out. “ONE VOTE PER PERSON AND IF YOU’RE A PAIR ONLY ONE OF YOU CAN VOTE FOR YOURSELVES!!!”

“Ready to lose again Jeonghan?” Joshua smiled.

“If I remember last year we had 6 votes and you had 5.” Jeonghan smiled.

“Doesn’t beat that Soonyoung got 12.” they both chuckled.

“I didn’t think that many people were gonna vote for sexy tiger man.” they laughed more at the thought.

“Don’t forget he has to present the winner this year, and you know how he gets about stage fright.”

“Hanniehae!” I called out finding them. “It’s our turn to vote!”

“Well I know who I’m voting for.” he smiled finding my hand as I reached out for him.

“I’m voting for Wonwoo and his partner, I like their cute cat ears.”

“He only has on cat ears, babe. He can literally turn into a cat.”

“Yeah but he has such a cute smile.” I smiled at my very own demon boyfriend.

“You’re just saying that because you’ve been bothering me for a cat for 6 months.”

“They’re cute and cuddly!!!”

“And you’re allergic.” he chuckled and wrote down our names and put it in the box.

“Fine maybe I’ll vote for Soonyoung again.”

“Do you want to lose? I need to keep my beat Joshua streak.”

“Oh you take it way too serious.” I chuckled and wrote down Wonwoo’s name and we left the “booth.” it was just the first floor bathroom with a curtain and a sign that said “private voting.”

Now I know what you’re thinking, who will count these fairly and not forge any for themselves. Our very own father figure, Seungcheol…well and Vernon and Junhui. And you’d think that demons could enchant the box right? Wrong…they take it WAY too serious…they got a special box from a witch that can’t be tampered with..unless you have the key. I mean not every plan is fool proof.

“Well Doctor…better luck next year.” I smiled at him as Minghao raised the trophy in triumph and the crowd called out for a speech.

“Man I thought we really had it this year.” he smiled and shook his head.

“Well I think you look great.”

“I could say the same for you Nurse Y/n.”

“Did we at least beat Joshie again this year?”

“Of couse we did, and by always…one vote.” he sighed. “Maybe next year we can do Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy.”

“Only is you find us an invisible boat-mobile.” I laughed at the thought.

“You’d look pretty hot in a body suit and pink fuzzy slippers.” he chuckled as we made our way outside.

“Oh are you saying I’m Mermaid Man?”

“Of course, I’m just your humble sidekick.” he kissed me once for good luck and twice because he felt like it. “And in a few years when you’re old and gray we can be the couple from Up. We better win before that though.”

“You sure we’ll still be together by then Jeonghan?”

“Oh I know we will be. I’m not letting you go anytime soon darling.” he smiled and ran in front of me. “Oh Nurse! I believe I need…CPR…For real.” he said laying down on the sidewalk and reaching a hand up.

“Choking people don’t talk Hannie.” I laughed.

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zeglythofficial · 3 months

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Tarot 2.0 - Today’s Reading Drama

Tarot 2.0: what the fuck happened? Did all hell broke loose?

Me: yes!

Tarot 2.0: sounds like a personal problem to me

Me: T liked R’s sexy pic then unliked it hours later.

Tarot 2.0: he saw her nipples and masturbated like any horny man then realized how it looks and unliked it. Still not my problem.

Me: he’s done this before! Liking then unliking pics of R allegedly and of other women too.

Tarot 2.0: An Aquarius man never misses their chance to be flirts.

Me: Speaking of women, he’s liking IG models pics *blah blah*

Tarot 2.0: all this happened today?

Me: YUP!

*Tarot 2.0 runs to grab her cards*

What does Francis think of Zeglyth?

Tarot 2.0: who the hell is Francis? This is turning into a mess already

Me: the director of THG! Did you forget already?

Tarot 2.0: oh, if they’re not important I forget quickly. can’t keep up with these people. Who’s asking about him? And why?

Pulled: Five of Wands (reversed)

Clarification: Ace of Swords

Tarot 2.0: oop! I knew he had the tea.

Me: you didn’t even remember him!

Tarot 2.0: I remember now so doesn’t matter! He witnessed an awkward moment between R and T. And he refuses to have drama on his set. Maybe R and T couldn’t get the kiss right or was having issues filming the scene and Francis was like “hell no! Clear the air because I have a movie to do!” That’s right, King!

I’m sensing they needed multiple kiss rehearsals but something felt off and Francis calmly addressed it. T froze up and R didn’t want to speak up so he kind of knew something went down. Oh this is good! Francis is so sweet, aw! He helped them through the awkward kiss and asked them what felt right, sort of giving them the freedom to direct how Lucy Gray and Coryo would kiss. He’s a very smart man. In his mind he was like “oh they kissed off camera so let me step back and let me do their thing.”

Francis is happy he got the chemistry right hahaha. Like he can’t believe he struck gold with those two. Doesn’t really care about their off screen issues though. He got the chemistry and love scenes he wanted so he was like “not my problem anymore, hope they work out their feelings.”

Also he’s not a fan of J.

My King!

Me: how does HS feel about zeglyth? You mentioned H knew the tea too

Tarot 2.0: shut up!

Me: You love me

Tarot 2.0: love is subjective

Pulled: Page of Swords

Tarot 2.0: NOW this is juicy omg. HS is my Queen. Sparks were flying on set. Whew. T and R overwhelmed her when she arrived. She was like what the fuck is going on here? She witnessed some flirty banter between them and thought they was fucking. Only for J to declare himself as R’s man. HS was shook. She was like us, she didn’t understand how R and T weren’t together. HS came very late too, right? Like the last few months of filming so everyone was already used to Zeglyth shenanigans. Wait a moment, hold the phone. All the cast and crew were in silent agreement not to mention Zeglyth’s chemistry and flirting. They had everyone confused. Why is everyone so confused while J is on set? He’s so forgettable that even some of the cast forgot he was dating R.

Who would be the first to make a move? R or T?

Pulled: Six of Cups

Tarot 2.0: T needs to make the first move but technically it would be R. She needs to give him a signal or sign to step up because he won’t just ask her out randomly. He’s very nervous around her and his feelings. It’s probably the first time in his life he’s scared of being rejected or losing a friendship over romantic feelings. He would rather wait until she’s ready then he can confidently make his move. So I guess both make the first move in their own way!

What would zeglyth be like as a couple?

Pulled: Ten of cups

Tarot 2.0: a couple of fools! Marriage and kids stay in their readings doesn’t it? I’m sick of them. They will have some communication issues and if they work past the initial conflicts in their relationship then it will lead to marriage and kids. If not, they will struggle and resent each other. Communication is a must here. He needs to provide stability and she needs to provide space. So if he’s not consistent, she will leave. Good luck, R! Aquarius are known for their indecisiveness and independence. If she’s too clingy, he will leave. Good luck, T! Tauruses are super possessive and passionate. They need to compromise, especially him. R is not BB! BB is chill but R will get on his ass about certain stuff.

What would R be like as a gf to T?

Pulled: The Magician

Tarot 2.0: oh I rarely get this card. R is working her magic! She’s very intense, deep, and strongly committed. She’s amazing gf tbh! And to be blunt, the sex between them is a bomb. Like damn. T will be throwing her back OUT. Wow. He’s serious about her and is treating her right so in return, she’s putting in max effort!

What would T be like as a bf to R?

Pulled: Ace of Cups

Tarot 2.0: He brings a lot of positivity and adventure to R’s life. However, he overwhelms her and needs to slow down. She’s not used to a lot of excitement and energy. She needs to be open to new experiences though because T will not be sitting at home all day. He has things to do and a life unlike J. T’s very active which she can exhausting to her sometimes. But he’s a great bf! He’s very happy with R and thinks they can grow together.

What’s T's current mood? Why did he unlike her pic?

Pulled: The Fool (reversed)

Clarification: King of Cups (reversed)

Tarot 2.0: he’s a deviant! An Aquarius in his prime, dick hard and perked up! He’s attracted to her obviously and he’s thinking about her often.

One thing about tables, they sure turn! Whew! Every time I asked T about his thoughts on R’s online activity, I pulled this card and now I’m pulling the fool card on him! HAHA. Okay so he’s being very risky about his relationship right now. Extremely dangerous and this will cause problems with BB. It is causing problems actually. He’s being very immature right now and is not treating BB right, he’s emotionally distant. An Aquarius acting a fool before Valentine’s Day? What else is new!!!

How does R feel about T unliking her pic?

Pulled: Three of Wands (reversed)

Tarot 2.0: she’s disappointed and she doesn’t know why he did that. She feels like it’s 2 steps forward and 5 steps back with T. Like every time they make progress, he disappoints her somehow. Then she feels guilty that she’s disappointed about her friend not showing romantic interest or giving mixed signals. She doesn’t like how hot and cold he is. This causes her to put him in the friendship box because she’s having doubts about him as a romantic partner.

In general, what’s going on today? With R and T?

Pulled: The Hangman (reversed)

Tarot 2.0: R’s kitty has him losing his mind.

Me: excuse me?

Tarot 2.0: You're excused! T is being very impulsive right now. Just bad decisions after bad decisions. He’s afraid of starting over in his relationship and making the wrong decisions. So instead of thinking things through, he’s jumping to conclusions and acting rash. It’s very out of character. Did something happen over the weekend? I don’t know but his energy is different from Saturday. He’s giving me very toxic vibes rn.

Is T jealous of J and other men (about R)?

Pulled: Seven of cups

Tarot 2.0: this guy is so fucking funny. He thinks she has too many options and doesn’t like that but he has options himself so what’s his fucking problem? He’s used to being the only one who wants someone but he’s never really dealt with competition before. R is making him lose his mind. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s questioning his current relationship because of her. He’s fantasizing about a life with R but doesn’t want the smoke! She has MANY offers. More dick is being thrown at her than a hot dog eating contest. J is so clueless.

Lord have mercy. He doesn’t get butterflies with BB anymore and is trying to force them to return. You can’t fake feelings, Buffon! He loves her but he’s like, could I love R more? Yes, dummy! But you’re not ready for her clearly.

How does T feel when R says she loves him?

Pulled: Judgment

Clarification: Page of Swords

Tarot 2.0: He needs to be patient with her. To him, declaring love isn’t something people should say freely. Like sure you can love your friends but it’s painful for him to hear her say that in certain situations. Like even calling him a friend makes him sad sometimes. They’re obviously friends but there’s a lingering romance there. At the same time, he’s grateful for her attention and love but wishes she would stop. He can’t move on or think clearly with her doing that. She keeps reopening a wound he is trying to close.

They’re both so dramatic.

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Masterlist Series Masterlist Series Intro Your Hogwarts Letter First Year

Chapter Six ~ The Hogwarts Express

(Y/N) had been sitting in her lone compartment for hours and hours and hours – well actually, it had only been three and a quarter hours since they had left the station, but it felt much longer with no company – some people had passed by occasionally, but soon ran off, whispering to each other. Jinxy had spent most of his time sleeping or trying to sit on the pages of (Y/N)’s book, and was currently pawing at the compartment door – which was starting to get rather annoying. “Stop it, Jinx, will you?” She said, trying to focus on the words of her book, though her eyes only kept drifting back to the views from her window. But the scratting at the door only continued as the kitten tried to dig his nails into the wooden door, jumping up to the window a few times and nearly tearing off the blind. “I asked you to stop,” (Y/N) repeated, putting her book away and staring determinedly out the window. It went quiet for a moment or two, and just as she started to release a breath of satisfaction, she heard a few more deep scratches and the sliding of the door. Snapping her head to look quickly, she just saw the cat zipping out of a small gap in the door. “Jinx!” She exclaimed in alarm, rushing after him with his cage in hand as fast as she could; she wasn’t going to lose him on the first train ride. “Jinx, come back here right now! This isn’t funny!” She commanded, but the little kitten continued running ahead, looking through open compartments that didn’t seem to interest him and defiantly ignoring her protests. “I’m warning you, Jinxy!” She said, trying very hard not to yell down the train – but she was sure she was already causing enough of a disturbance. As soon as she thought she was catching up, the cat pushed his way into another compartment that had been left open ajar; she really hoped it was empty. Unfortunately though, things never seemed to go just how she wanted. She practically burst into the compartment, surprising two boys who looked to be her age, who were stood up on their seats, trying to keep Jinx away from a rat and a startled looking owl in a cage. Swiftly, (Y/N) scooped the kitten into her arms, trying to keep him from wriggling away, and started her apology. “I’m so sorry,” she said, giving Jinx a scolding glare, “he’s a little excitable today, and he’s never seen an owl before – bats and octopi maybe, but never an owl.” (Y/N) exclaimed, stopping the kitten from swiping at the other boy’s rat.

“It’s alright,” said the first boy, setting the bird cage down next to him near the window.

“Yeah,” said the other, “as long as he doesn’t try to eat Scabbers again,” he grumbled, holding the rat closer to him.

(Y/N) shook her head. “Oh he won’t, I promise.” She wondered how long it was appropriate to stay, had she apologised enough? She certainly hoped so. “Er… I’m (Y/N), by the way – (Y/N) Addams.” She held out her hand for the first boy to shake, which he did.

“Harry Potter,” he introduced, smiling shyly before pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Oh…” (Y/N) uttered in surprise – of course she’d heard of Harry Potter before, he was practically a legend (from what she had heard anyway, through word of mouth, not a whole lot of information made it to the Addams’ correctly). “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Harry.”

“Blimey!” They heard from the red-headed boy on the other seat, who quickly forgot about the piles of sweets on his lap. “So it’s true? You’re an Addams? And you’re a witch?” Word had certainly gotten around much faster than she had anticipated.

(Y/N) nodded timidly, trying to wrestle Jinx back into the bat cage. “Yeah… I got my letter a couple of days after my birthday. A bit of a surprise, to say the least.”

Despite Harry obviously not understanding the significance of her surname, he didn’t seem to think it would be polite to ask. “Well… er… you can stay, if you want.”

“Really?” She asked, after Jinx’ little disturbance she had expected them to want her out of their compartment as soon as she’d got there, not an invitation.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, we don’t mind. Right?” He checked with his friend.

The red-head nodded as (Y/N) went to sit down, moving some of the candies and wrappers off the seat. “I’m Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley.” He held out his hand for her to take, it was slightly sticky, but she did her best to ignore it.

(Y/N) was about to introduce herself in return, but remembered that she already did that. “I… er, nice to meet you.”

“So,” started Ron, rummaging through his sweets, “what house d’you reckon you’ll be in?”

“I don’t know,” she replied with a shrug, it was a question (Y/N) had asked herself (and her family) many times over the last few weeks, “I suppose I’ll be happy wherever I end up.”

“Well,” said Ron as he chewed on a licorice wand, “I reckon I’ll be in Gryffindor, hopefully anyway, that’s where all my family were sorted.” He proudly stated, but there was an underlying nervousness in his eyes.

Time flew by with Ron and Harry, and (Y/N) expected they’d be pulling into the station soon, she’d been to the bathroom to change a little earlier already. The boys were very nice, Ron had been asking lots of questions about her family, fascinated by what were quite mundane things to her; like how she had to practice sword-fighting once a week, or having to upkeep the poison garden, and even how they lived in a muggle town by the sea. He seemed to talk quite a lot, she noticed – not in a bad way, it was quite fun how he bounced through topics and always kept their conversation going. And even though he’d grown more and more confident since their meeting, Harry didn’t seem to have too much to say – much to share.

“So anyway,” Ron started, after he’d finished his fifth tangent, “why is it that the Addamses lost their magic, anyway?”

“Wait, you can lose your magic?” Asked Harry, startled at the prospect.

(Y/N) shook her head, quick to correct the misunderstanding. “No no, you can’t. Well, not really.” This could take some explaining, what was the easy way? “Er… well y’see, some people are born with it, like muggleborns. And some inherit it from their family…” This would be much easier to explain if she hadn’t just wrapped her head around the whole thing just a few weeks ago. “And some people who should inherit it, just don’t. They’re squibs – people from wizard families who haven’t got any magic. And we were all squibs after my great-… or was it my great-great- er, so-many-greats-grandfather. No one really knows why, but then we were sort of… shunned, if you like… by the other purebloods. So we just went on as normal, and just sort of forgot about it…”

Ron nodded along as Harry seemed to understand. “Yeah, they were part of the Sacred Twenty-eight y’know. Well, Sacred Twenty-nine back then. Real big deal, but most of them are right gits anyway. You’re probably better off.”

Well she didn’t know that… she never actually finished reading their family history books – but who could blame her? They were massive!

Soon enough, the train slowed to a stop and people were ushered off, carrying cages with their pets to the baggage. It was dark by now, and cold, but it only made it better to see the stars – you don’t get views like that in the rest of the UK, too much air and light pollution.

“Firs’ years!” Someone shouted through the crowds, holding up a lantern. “Right then, firs’ years, this way please!” They followed the voice through the swarms of students, ducking between everyone, until they made their way to the front where they were greeted by an enormous man. Of course, (Y/N) wasn’t too startled by his size, she had honestly expected stranger from the wizarding world, but Ron seemed completely in awe by the man’s size, jaw dropping as they stared up. “’Ello there, Harry.” Said the man cheerfully, before he lead the group of children away and towards the lake, where there were lots of boats lined up.

The three of them shared a boat, with Harry at the front with a lantern. It was a funny sight really, watching their peers wobbling about or falling in. But of course, that wasn’t the best part – far from it. As the boats pulled themselves along, they were revealed the most spectacular view.

Hogwarts Castle. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before; towers and turrets pierced the night sky, countless windows glowed gold from every wall, great stone walls uplifting it all. It was truly a masterpiece. Better yet, it would be their new home for the next seven years.

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SECRET SANTA

akaashi x gn!reader | this is late but if u think about it it isn’t bc my own work secret santa forgot my present so i’ll be getting Mine late!

keiji’s only a little embarrassed that your secret santa wish list has become a suggested link on his laptop’s home page.

30 dollar maximum. no asking who other people got. have it ready for after the christmas weekend.

he figured it wouldn’t be that hard to find something for anyone—a wine glass set, a sweater, maybe a couple of books. but as soon as he drew your name on his phone, he turned it off and threw it onto the carpet in front of his bed.

because of course. of course it would be you: his months-long workplace crush. it became part of his routine to check if you updated your wish list for the first couple of days, and as soon as you did he threw his phone again. in the end he probably chose the hardest wish to find, sure, but he knew it’d be worth it.

walking into work, keiji held the carefully wrapped present with both hands. the office was chattier than usual, and he offered polite smiles on his way to your desk—a spot he’s had memorized since you first asked him to show you how to use the office printer. he spots you leaning against the wall with your friend. the both of you are laughing over something, and keiji can't tell if he's imagining things when a sun beam hits you perfectly; he wonders if it's making your smile brighter or if he just really likes you.

his pace falters at the sight and it's almost comical how he trips over air. cheeks flushed, he slows down and hopes you notice him a few feet away so he won't have to intrude.

the wish doesn’t take long to be fulfilled when your eyes flicker over to a new figure off to the side. he lifts his hand a little to wave and greets you softly, “hi.”

realizing it’s him, you grin. “oh, hi! just the guy i was waiting for.”

your friend says goodbye to the both of you, knowingly. but keiji doesn’t seem to register them as he blinks and furrows his brows at your words. “sorry?”

"i was waiting for you to walk by." you shuffle over to your desk and bend down to reach for something underneath. it doesn’t take a lot to figure out what’s going on, but he still holds his breath and stares. you weren’t the kind of person to pull a prank about secret santa, but what if for some god forsaken reason you did? or maybe he was imagining things and dreaming, running late to work because he hadn't actually woken up yet.

keiji's heart beats faster as you fix your outfit and stand back up, holding out a bag with a smile. “this is yours.”

the same smile falters when you don’t get a response, and it turns to shock when you look down at the box in keiji’s hands, your name carefully written in cursive on the top. “is that…” the both of you keep looking from each other to the presents before you finally ask, “did we get each other?”

keiji flounders for another second before laughing nervously. “i guess we did.”

“oh. oh! um, well, i hope you like it. it was on your wish list but i got the cover separately,” you explain as the both of you maneuver to exchange. inside his bag, keiji finds the sequel for his current favourite book series, as well as a crocheted book cover. it’s the same colour palette as the book cover, and he smiles at the heart placed on its center. there's a handmade card behind both and makes a mental note to read it later.

“oh my god, keiji. i’ve been wanting this for so long. how'd you kn—” he looks up from his present to see you react to your own, cutting yourself off when you realize what you were about to say. you look at each other and he can’t help himself from asking, “were you going to ask how i knew?”

“no?"

"are you sure?"

"stop.” you cover your face with your hands. peaking through your fingers, you can see the amusement on his face. “stop–don’t look at me like that. stop smiling,” you groan, face heating up.

keiji’s lips and voice waver. “i’m not smiling.”

“yes you are.” you laugh and hit his shoulder. he laughs with you, putting his hands up in surrender. "it was a lucky guess, that's all."

"god," you laugh breathily again. “seriously, though. thank you.”

“thank you, too. i’m excited to read it and the cover’s really pretty," he replies while fiddling with the little closing flap.

"i'm glad you like it. i don't really know the plot but y'know, if you wanna talk about it with me, i'm all ears."

keiji hesitates, and scratches the back of his ear. "i could lend you the first book if you wanted to read it?"

"oh." the offer shocks you a little. "really?"

"yeah, you can just, uh, ignore my notes and tabs and stuff." he thinks about the little comments and analyses he's left in the page margins, how you'd see his half-asleep, messily written "this is really important" that was never built on when he woke up. he cringes a little, but the opportunity's presented itself and he won't take it back.

you furrow your brows and tilt your head. "your—did you annotate it?" he nods.

"is it colour-coded and everything?" he nods again, bashfully this time.

"wow, okay, why would i ignore them?" you ask. at that, he blinks and can't muster a response.

"akaashi keiji if you don't give me a legend to what each colour means so i can fully understand your annotations i'm going to be so mad," you say with a joking frown. but the request is genuine and keiji's heart flutters as he laughs in disbelief. "i—yeah. yeah, okay, i'll make sure to put one in the cover then."

after that, there's a natural lull in the conversation and you take a breath. you go to speak again, and it's obvious you're probably going to say some sort of "see you later," and keiji panics.

"and, um," he starts. you startle but look at him, and he thinks he really might rather melt into the floor than face your rejection. he opens and closes his mouth, trying to find the words he’s wanted to ask for weeks, and he thinks he must look like an idiot. but your gaze only softens and you offer him a reassuring smile.. "i…sorry. but if you aren’t busy, would you like to join me for dinner later?

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 1 year

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Reader (a boy if possible please) who has bad anxiety and ptsd and gets nervous with loud noises but feels safe around Eddie and the Hellfire Club because they're his comfort people?

(Also your writing is amazing and I adore it so much 🦇🖤)

Hi there! I'm happy to give it my best effort for you! Thank you for such sweet words. I hope you enjoy this!

Eddie Munson X Male Reader.

CW: Anxiety, PTSD.

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It all starts when Eddie drops by the school's library before heading to the cafeteria. He needs a browse through a first aid book for part of the campaign that's resuming later in the week. In all honesty, he doesn't really need to read through the book. He can based on the rolls say if it pases or fails but he wants to have a few more extra details in his pocket so he can really set the scene.

So it lands him there, in the library, tracking for the dewey decimal the librarian wrote down for him along the walls. He finds the book finally, cracking into the table of contents to see if he can find the section he wants faster that way. He does and travels over to where he knows the tables are.

When Eddie plops himself down, he winds up sitting right across from you. You don't fault him sitting there. It might've just been the closest table. His head is pretty buried in the book and he seems engrossed. So you only watch for a moment until he starts to reach for something but clearly doesn't have it.

"Shit," he whispers.

"Need something?"

"Christ, dude, you've sent me into cardiac arrest," Eddie huffs, hand grasping at his chest.

"Sorry. You just, uh, looked like you needed something," you return.

"I-I just need to jot some notes down. Forgot my bag consider it's lunch and all. It's not really a big deal," Eddie returns. He's got a decent enough memory.

You flip to a blank page in your notebook, tearing out a couple sheets and slide him a pencil on top of the college ruled line pages. "Knock yourself out."

"Oh, thanks," Eddie's smile is quick and he scribbles down the notes he's needs, including a quick, and to Eddie, sloppy diagram of the ankle wrap and tourniquet.

"Is-is someone hurt?" you ask. You don't mean to pry. But you catch sight of the page he's on and think maybe it might be worth something to ask at the very least.

"Oh, uh, it's not anyone real. Just in a game." The more surface Eddie can keep it, the better he thinks the interaction can go.

"What sort of game?"

"Dungeons and Dragons," Eddie returns softly.

"A player's trying to do it?"

His gaze narrows over your face but he takes in the genuine tilt to your head. "I have a feeling it's going to come up. I know it's really just a pass or fail, but I want-want to be able to describe it right."

"So you DM?"

"How the fuck?"

You laugh. "I've read up on it."

"Yeah, I'm the DM."

"Best of luck--to you and your players if you want this much accuracy."

Eddie laughs. He is a bit brutal of DM at times. He likes to make it count for his party when it really needs to. He's still compassionate when he can see them struggle, when he feels like it's right for him to remind them that in the end it's all a game. It's real stakes and they're passionate people, but they are not perfect. Luck won't always be on their side and it's okay if they hit a few walls and walls hit back.

The conversation seems to naturally dissipate as you turn back to your books and Eddie to his. But he slides the pencil back to you when he's done. "Thanks," he offers. "And if you want, I don't know if you have lunch right now, but feel free to sit with us when you want. Or say hi, like, whenever really."

"Thanks. I appreciate it."You give a tiny but still meaningful smile.

Eddie nods in return and then slips out of the library doors hoping that you do take him up on the offer. The week goes by and you don't show. Then the next week goes and you're nowhere to be found. Eddie stands from the table about halfway through lunch on a Wednesday and then starts for the library. The rest of the guys watch him leave, the slam of his hands interrupting the laughter that had been floating around the table.

"What's got into him?" Jeff asks.

"Not a clue," Gareth returns. Dustin clambers out of his seat, calling Eddie's name. And when Eddie doesn't stop, Dustin grabs his backpack and the last bite of his pizza and pudding cup to follow behind Eddie.

"Where are you going, Eddie?" Dustin ask again catching up to the older boy.

"Just to see someone, it's alright, Dustin. You can go back."

Dustin shakes his head. "No, any friend of yours is a friend of mine." Dustin does briefly wonder if it's not just a friend, but Eddie doesn't insistent or make some long speech to send Dustin back so he continues.

They reach the library and Eddie makes a beeline for the tables on the left side of the room, right under a window. Eddie stops just off to your left and you see him approaching, so you look up as Eddie pulls to a stop, another shorter boy next to him in a green hat. The younger boy waves, tip of what you assume is a spoon between his lips, as he holds the pudding cup.

"Do you hate me?" Eddie asks. "Like, I get it. But also, I don't."

"Hate-hate you?" you asks, needing clarification.

"Clearly this is your lunch period. But you're never in the cafeteria."

You shrug. "Don't really like loud noises." There's more to that. But chalking it up to a dislike is easier than trying to explain the way the fear claws up your throat.

"Tomorrow, I'm sitting in here with you," Eddie explains.

"Can I sit here too?"

You and Eddie turn to Dustin and Eddie makes quick of the introductions. "I mean-sure. I'm boring company though," you warn.

"Nonsense. But enjoy your last lunch alone."

"Eddie Munson, you are a strange man," you laugh, "but if you insist. Fine. I'll see you here tomorrow." Eddie gives you another final nod and you wave both him and Dustin bye.

When you show up the next day small circle table is already swarmed with people--some that you recognize from your classes, a couple others you don't think you've seen before. But there's a spot right next to Eddie still empty. "If I knew needed five more minutes for my History test meant I was going to get surrounded, I would've at least picked a bigger table," you tease as you approach.

Eddie laughs. "Hope it went well though."

"Time will tell." You settle in and the group introduces themselves more officially. You recognize Gareth and Paul and of course Dustin. But Mike and Jeff are faces that you don't think you've encountered.

As you pull out the lunch you packed for yourself, Eddie leans in a bit. "If we get too loud, let me know, okay?"

You nod. You hadn't expected Eddie to really take what you said about not liking too much noise to heart. But he had. The first few lunches they spend with you--an alternating schedule of catching some lunches with you and sometimes a person having to miss here and there for other reasons they do okay. But as they get more comfortable and you with them, occasionally the noise peaks.

You try to keep it from being noticable when it gets too rowdy. You sit up a little bit straighter, you furl your fists up tight under the table. You blink a bit more to keep yourself aware of your surroundings. But Eddie always seems to catch it. "Cool it," he barks and the entire time continues their heated discussion as a quieter volume.

Lunches becomes you joining them at sessions. They stop you in the hallways and before the year heads out for Christmas break you and the Hellfire club have become fast and close friends. They don't really question too much about the noise thing, though Eddie's forever watchful eye seems to always be directed at you.

On the first day back from break, you walk into the school to the guys of Hellfire laughing just outside the doors of tbe building. You approach with a nod of your head, smiling just a little at the enthusiastic returns. The group of you hang outside, a few feet from someone working on a ladder to get at something on the roof of the building.

The group of you continue to laugh, Mike recounting a fight with his sister is the focus of the group before something clatters above you all. It makes you jump, heart racing in your chest, fingers clenching around the straps of your backpack.

"You're all good, man," Jeff offers. His hand hovers for a moment over your shoulder, like he wants to give you a pat, a soothing touch, but he can see the sort of wildness to your eyes so he withholds. "Probably just a buck or something. Heard they're still fighting those gutters."

"Wanna head inside?" Gareth offers. "Eddie's going to be late anyway. We'll keep ya company of course."

You can only manage a nod as your throats dries out a little. The group rounds you Mike and Dustin leading you all through the doors. The noise of the hallways isn't loud as it is cacophonous. But the warmth of the heat breaks through the cold freezing panic and the guys hang in in a circle.

They keep their volume lower, Mike resuming his story but flicking his gaze over to you. He's not sure if you want him to continue but when your gaze lands back on him and it looks less glazed over, he thinks maybe it's a good distraction.

The warning bells rings and you wince again, this time sort of expecting it as you can see a clock on the wall not to far down the hall. Eddie strolls in and noticed the group focused on you. "We all good here?"

"Some dipshits can't keep a bucket in the grip on the roof," Jeffe explains.

Eddie nods. "Warning's a bitch, huh?" he teases and you find his eyes amongst the sea.

You laugh. "Halfway there."

"You young sheep should probably head to class, but I'll stay with you," Eddie offers. "Squat in the library until we get kicked out."

You shrug, not wanting any of them to have to be deal with trouble because of you. But the more you protest it seems like the one of them joins in on the plan. Before you know it, Eddie's got an arm slung over your shoulder, leading the whole party into the library. You all settle at your normal table and though a class is definitely be held in here that particular morning, you all manage to snag just enough seats to sit.

"You guys don't have to," you try again. "I'll be okay." You will admit having them makes you feel a bit better. The more Mike talked about his fight the more you felt yourself able to forget the earlier startle. And now, with them squeezed in tight, you feel like you're blocked off from whatever fear that could've crept in.

"Nonsense. We want to. So you've just got to deal," Eddie laughs. "I do make the rules, this time."

"DM rules are final," Gareth laughs.

"Shit, didn't realize I had made it into the party." A brief wave of embarrassment creeps up your skin and makes you hot for a moment.

"Oh you've been in," Dustin informs. "When Eddie and I showed up to tell you that we were eating with you the next day, you were in."

"Do-do I get a cool shirt?"

Eddie root around in his bag and present laying across both palms a tightly wound up Hellfire t-shirt. "Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and Happy Birthday all in one."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #h writes #stranger things

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Sophitz Week Day 1: Human AU

ft. Deaf!Fitz

Normally I'd put this on my writing blog, but sophitz week gets it everywhere. Written in a rush for yesterday and then I fell asleep, don't judge it too hard XD. I will be continuing and updating it (maybe ao3?)

Sophie sat in the second row in her second period class: Algebra 2. It wasn't exactly a great start to her first day, but that meant that her classes could only get better from there.

“Alright, students, let's take attendance!” Sir Faxon said. “There's only twenty two of you of you, so this should be quick.” He went down the list, and each of the first nineteen people raised their hands. “Fitz Vacker!”

No one raised their hand. “Fitz?” He asked again, and people started looking around.

There was a boy who sat three seats down from her who hadn’t raised his hand. It seemed he was looking at something on his desk. They almost looked like a set of light bulbs.

Sir Faxon started and hit the button on his desk. One of the bulbs on the boy's desk lit up.

The boy looked up to the front and raised his hand.

“Sorry Fitz,” Sir Faxon annunciated sheepishly. “I entirely forgot. It's good to meet you.”

The boy—Fitz—held up the okay sign, partnered with an easygoing smile to show he meant it. Then he signed something else: he put his left thumb toward his chest and moved his hand between him and Sir Faxon, his right pointer finger aimed at him. Sophie didn't know much ASL, but she guessed it meant something like You too.

Sir Faxon finished attendance and smiled. “Well class, it's nice to see some familiar faces from our Algebra 1 class a couple years ago. To those of you who didn't have me, it's nice to meet you.” He gave them a moment of silence before continuing, “Now I know the first day is stressful, so for today's class, I'm going to allow you to talk to each other. Just don’t be too loud about it, or I'll have to hear about it from Magnate Leto.”

The room immediately started switching seats with each other to get closer to their friends.

Dex, who was sitting in front of her, turned his chair around and flopped over on her desk. “Math second period? I'm gonna die.”

Sophie just nodded her affirmative. Her eyes flicked to the boy—Fitz.

He was reading a book, his teal eyes scanning the pages intently. Every once in a while, he must've read something funny, because he’d get a small smile from the corner of his mouth.

His cola hair and bronze skin made his eyes pop when he turned to look at her.

Sophie gave him a shy smile, slightly blushing from having been caught staring. and waved.

Fitz waved back with the same smile he'd had while reading.

Dex shoved Sophie's shoulder, and she turned her head back to glare at him. “What was that for?”

“Saving you,” he responded. “You've been staring so long at the deaf kid that he noticed.”

“First off, his name is Fitz, calling him the deaf kid is rude. Secondly, I was trying to see what book he was reading.”

Dex snorted. “More like you were trying to see his butt.”

Sophie went bright red. “Okay, was I noticing that he's cute, objectively? Yeah, sure. But he's not my type.”

“He's exactly your type,” Dex rebutted. “I mean, I get it. He's hot. But you don't usually oogle."

“Shut up,” she said, collecting her stuff. The bell rang, and Sophie nodded at Dex before making her way to Study Hall. Seeing the blonde girl in the back row, she snagged the seat beside her. “Marella!”

“Hey to you too,” Marella said. "What do you want?"

“Oh what? I'm not allowed to be glad to see you?” Sophie asked.

“No, but I'm assuming since we came in together with Dex this morning and you weren't so jovial, you have something to talk about. So spill.”

Sophie glanced around the room. Other than the teacher, whose face was stuck behind a book, everyone had headphones in and were doing work on their computers or were on their phones. She leaned in conspiratorially. “Okay, have you had a class with Fitz Vacker?”

“Oh,the deaf guy?” Marella asked.

“His name is Fitz.”

“I was just checking! Yeah, he's in European History with me first period. Elodie Musker and her posse were drooling all over him until they realized he was deaf. Lady Dara lit into them about it after class."

"Good for her. What the fuck is wrong with them?"

“Thats a long list. So, what were you going to say about him?” Marella asked.

Sophie blushed. “Oh, I just wanted to see if you knew anything about him. You know, normal stuff.”

Marella squinted at her. "Like what?”

Sophis shrugged, blushing slightly. “Like, just whatever you know. I'm curious.”

“Alright, you never ask me for gossip about anybody. Do you like him? Because I dont know if he has a partner, or even if he's interested in anyone."

“No!” Sophie said. “I dont know him. And that's the problem. How is it that I've never seen him before? What's the deal?” When Marella side eyed her, she gave her back puppy eyes. “Please?”

Marella sighed. “Okay, okay. I don't know much to be honest. I know that his parents are pretty rich and that they're really well-known. His dad is Alden Vacker.”

“Who?”

“Alden Vacker? The guy who used to date Governor Alina? He's a stockbroker.”

“Oh, that's cool I guess. So his family is a bunch of rich people?”

“Basically. I know he has an older brother who graduated a few years back and is now overseas in Germany, and his little sister Biana is our age. Fitz is the only one who's deaf. So maybe his family had him homeschooled.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Sophie said. “Okay, that's a good start.” She pulled out her phone and began typing away into the search bar.

"Sophie, where is this going?"

"I'm gonna talk to him. "

“You don't know sign language.”

“But I can learn. Honestly, I should've earlier. It's not like there aren't deaf people all over the country.”

"Hmm," Marella said.

“Anyways,” Sophie said casually. “What's this year’s plan to get Linh Song’s attention?”

“Oh shut it,” Marella grumbled.

“You mean you've got nothing?” Sophie teased. When Marella grumbled more, Sophie said, “How about you just ask her out?”

“No, no,” Marella sighed. “It's okay, I'll think of something."

They spent the rest of the class period researching ASL, or stewing in Marella's case, until the bell rang, signaling lunch time. Sophie determined she would ignore Fitz for the rest of the day until she got home so she could practice some ASL and be back Monday, ready to try.

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Of course, life decided to put her in the same 5th period AP Bio class and the 6th period lab. But she managed to stay focused on the task at hand and only glanced at him a few times, thankfully without being caught.

At the end of the class, Sophie walked up to the teacher. “Hey Elwin,” she said. “Long time no see.”

“What do you want?” Elwin said with an eye roll. “It better not be asking me why I'm not in the Healing Center.”

“Oh, not at all!” Sophie assured him. “Just wanted to ask if you could wait until Monday to make up lab partners.”

“What are you up to?”

“Nothing. Just asking.”

Elwin just shook his head. “Alright, I'll wait until Monday.”

“Thank you! Okay, gotta go, bye Elwin see ya tomorrow!” She stopped in the doorway. "Actually, why aren't you in the Healing Center?"

"I saw you on the AP Bio list and figured I could keep an eye on your accident prone self," Elwin teased.

Sophie stuck her tongue out at him and laughed when he did it back. The second bell rang, and Sophie said, "Shit, gotta go. See ya!"

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Life gave her another shock when she walked in 8th period to find a worksheet on their assigned desks with another name on the top.

Tiergan said, "Yes, yes, welcome back, pupils. I thought today I'd make it easier than in the past and do a simple 'Getting to Know you' worksheet. Now, your partner's name is written at the top, and it's up to you to find them and ask them their questions. You can not trade partners, and at the end of class, you and your partner will be sitting next to each other in your new assigned seats. If you do the assignment, you get a 100. Don't, and you get a zero. If your partner isn't here, ask me your questions so you can get a grade. Sound good?"

Sophie read the name at the top of her paper three times. Fitz Vacker.

Well, shit. Hopefully, she'd researched enough during lunch, with no help from Dex and Marella, to be able to answer and ask the questions.

They found each other towards the back of the room and sat, staring at each other for a minute.

Finally, Sophie couldn't take it. She waved before rubbing a closed fist over her chest a couple circles and then holding it up, flicking her fingers behind her a little. Hi. Sorry for before.

Fitz looked confused. He tapped the side of his head gently before rolling two pointer fingers around in front of his chest and splitting them apart, laying them out. You know sign language?

She paused a moment, trying to figure out how to sign what she meant. Finally, she signed, Reading? Yes. Signing? No, but trying.

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Leaving it here for later

#sophitz week <3<3<3 #sophitz week 2023 #fitz vacker #kotlc #sophie foster #sophitz #fitzroy avery vacker #kotlc fitz #fitzroy vacker #sophitz positivity #sophie elizabeth foster #kotlc sophie

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Wanted to state this as it's fresh on the mind, and after a certain page is up public. This one is also pretty long so thanks♥ for any who reads this fully. I try to add visuals and break paragraphs to make it readable to an extent ♥ ----- So we are talking about these two but mostly of Rhovanion and Feaf for a long bit.

Rhovanion & Feaf's ( bare bone ) reference sheet

Ok, Rhovanion and Feaf forgot their main goal was to head back to Ronja after the capitol and Shiverfall.

Ch. 13 Pg. 789

Ch. 13 Pg. 760 - You dogs can't hear them? they're speaking in regular bubble text, not in a whisper or murmur guys.

Remember guys Rhov and Feaf are aware that their is a raid happening under Ronja from two tribes, which have WAY more members then meteor tribe and are likely to basically have severe casualties.

Ch. 13 Pg. 806

Side note, I never understand author's logic of having a big group vs. a small group just so that the small group win just because out of pure luck and tom foolery of dumbing down a large pack of dogs. Like think about it, two tribes with fighting and tactical experiences. The meteor is still in training and literally 3 dogs left, the two tribes wanted the meteor tribe gone and claim the lands to expand their territory. Which makes sense cause more land means more territory, more members, more sources, more advantage and a better chance of survival. So instead of chasing them out, they just burn huts and disappears like a ghost with only a warning... ...what?? And then, get this, talk about how meteor been terrorizing Aedra forever. DOUBLE WHAT??!! WHERE WERE YOU GUYS WHEN THEY WERE A PROBLEM FROM THE START!!! are you telling me you sat around your asses doing nothing and let your friends and family be captured??? you didn't think to rally all the tribes together and take down meteor?? sent in spies in to infiltrate the camp?? or have them encounter Kargo and Ferah and have them wipe out the troops to weaken the fort and save the females, friends, families and males who're forced to work under a tyrant jarl???!!! this is what I mean stuff having to make sense on WHY they didn't attack a very big danger besides the beasts. Audience shouldn't have to fill in the pieces by scrounging for vague leftovers and broken parts, glue and patch it up to fill the crumbling image, the pieces should be their to set up and have them put in place. Other words like Hansel and Gretel, you have to have the breadcrumbs to lead you in where you need to go, if their is no breadcrumbs you're just leaving your audience to fend for themselves and be lost in the woods.

Fuss was a very good candidate, because he was a new member in a dystopian tribe. it didn't make sense, why a dog willingly joined a tribe unless they have that same mindset. Him sleeping with a heavily traumatized female; Vandi who literally birthed majority of the tribe, mated with them ( unwillingly mind you ) and then had another kid with the new recruit is very concerning. When she should honestly be healing and have a breather for just being used for majority of her life. Fuss and Vandi should have been a couple healing and bonding and be the motivating reason of him infiltrating the tribe and possible talked with the females after gaining a bit of trust before they become a solid partners. Not a secret love affliction from meeting literally the first kind dog that was just complacent staying in the tribe and have offspring not knowing someone would come to rescue them and not have their daughter; Aklejah suffer the same or worse fate. -----------

Ch. 13 Pg. 760 Another note, if it's not for the guild to intervene then why is Axilyah leading the guild to know of their to be a raid ONLY so Feaf and Rhov know to tell Ronja, You can't just show someone something and NOT expect an reaction. They could have found out about the raid for themselves and AxiIyah spotting them or they go to Axi and she tells them " The guild is not supposed to intervene of others affairs.'" endangering the guild and the capitol entirely. Which when you think about it Axilyah in some way is doing her job, don't get me wrong she became a douchbag when kiq. wants a reason for her to be and have her be discarded until he wants to use her again, but she's been doing her Job since the beginning, and solely to report to the capitol of the updates, up until it became a problem involving Forngrym. The Guild Job is to report and not intervene - that's it. She shouldn't be fired for reporting of two members willing to keep important information whether it be morally right or not, the Rifle from midnightguard did the same thing and HE didn't get any consequences for that PLUS the old male is no better then axilyah, he literally sent a PTSD dog out their with a bounty on their head and told a another dog dealing with a ghouls beast that can potentially cause a mass murder to run from their troubles and not deal with them nor ask close people for help - and yet he's supposed to be wise and considerate. But Axi gets the boot? suspension I can go by especially when the capitol should go to investigate before final decisions but fired?! and their is no ghouls to pose immanent danger to them and it's obvious both of the members will be in Whispervale or Shiverfall involving the Forngrym so not in danger at all...soooo...

Ch. 13 Pg. 814 - THIS DIALOGUE IS SO JARRING, LOOKING OVER IT NOW - AGAIN (X6)

Side note - no Sh$%# Feaf, you both would be in the capitol too if you didn't waste your time and took the night to have sex in the MIDDLE OF PUBLIC VIEWING FOR EVERYONE TO SEE ( and they did have sex, don't act 5 plus their was a patreon page of literally them doing the deed as an ' extra page' ) . Ghouls are shy to even do anything cause the author thinks burning the bodies will solve the issue but you still have millions upon MILLIONS of ghouls roaming around that DOESN'T have bodies to burn over 30+ years. They can still used the fire to light their way through the night, if Feaf and Rhov had the inkling of sense they would have kept the gem necklace to run through the night and not give it back until the capitols final say, Rhov I get cause he does not know but Feaf does.

Ch. 13 Pg. 815

This is also Jarring as well, and its because it's favoring Rhov because " I like you" what is their to like? you barely know the Dog and the last time you stated was because " he's cute" and he tried to peer in government documents. This is convenient just for convenience sake, it's convenient for the viscountess to not punish Rhovanion because he's the main character without flaws and dashingly handsome, when the man can't decide if he's a ladies man or a goofball.

Ch. 13 Pg. 816

Another Jarring conversation. Why is Nubia stating as though she knew Rhov enough that they would be together? For she was still working as a bounty hunter and was on expedition over southspears which takes days ( on timeline accuracy not kiq. accuracy ) ,nor any pages through the tribe for Feaf to introduce Rhovanion around then. After all - it's the first time seeing him and Him seeing Nubia. If Nubia states Feaf being a trouble maker like her would be...concerning since Nubia slept with two different brothers and lay hidden ( not really ) under the capitol when she started the drama and didn't make a choice. Feaf did gaslight Rhovanion 3 times and forgave him of lying AND covered for him which is causing trouble over two characters, all for she can be with him and sleep with him the same day or 2 RHOV broke up with Jahla. which Roamer did to Kargo of a day or two before sleeping with Rogio.

Ch. 13 Pg. 816

But Yay(?) since NUBIA and lahimana conveniently has taken the weight of notifying the tribe and confirming they will not be continuing as the guild. Rhovanion and Feaf should immediately head to Ronja and the MT to make sure everything is alright - again THEY ARE NOT TOLD THAT METEOR SURVIVED. they don't know she had pups but should to add how dire and anxious Rhovanion would be for them or have been told off-screen by Feaf. So they should head towards Ronja since she is family, she is a pack member of Asmundr - they can tell Ronja of finding Asmundr and then run back for they now know she is safe. Right?? Right??...

( Sigh ) - also Kiq did this same scenery but with rogio and Kargo coming home.

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...... I guess Ronja is not family enough to be taken seriously.

literally LOOK!!! - took a full day to get their and judging from the map the travel is more then one day to traverse to Asmundr, Plus the speed of how fast they were going without rest nor stopping to mate. The fact that they full on throttle, no breaks, non-stop to see their family but not for one who's endangered of being murdered or worse astounds me. What's with family members dissing Ronja for literally just existing or endanger. Like guys Ronja would want to see her step dad, or see the family she was manipulated away to be shoehorned to take a role of leadership. Ronja could have EASILY place the tribe their for safety - it's really not that hard/complex. It's not " the characters have their own free will trololololol" NOOoo?? the Author has control over the story and how it should be. The author chose Roamer the main character to take a route of a selfish, insensible, coward, the author choose to keep a manipulative, abusive Ranach alive by plot armor - way over due and build a lust, bar tribe for him to sleep around and take reign over the tribe without earning it. The author chose to have characters not do anything and be complacent instead of proactive, going against what they were taught and their personalities. The author chose to not have a manuscript nor a way to remember certain events to follow consistently and a lot of stuff happening in the story is because some of their traits are projecting in the story, a self-insert indulged fantasy writing of their mindset/ideology and not because they want to tell a story. Certain mindsets are NOT bad per say nor like want to work on stories with topics? but certain one's like projecting prejudice hate , romanticizing certain topics or blatantly use them for shock value - you should probably revaluate what you're trying to do and if you're projecting an opinionated speech or a fan service to a...questionable niche. ^^'

#kique #asmundrhome #home #home comic #kique7 #kiquenordin #asmundr #asmundrcomic #kique nordin #bad dog comics #why are we still here #just to suffer #constructive critism

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Book Review

WHAT MOVES THE DEAD by T. Kingfisher

Genre: Gothic Horror, Fantasy, Classic Retelling, LGBT

Rating: 5/5 mushrooms

It was my inability to remember names that led me to discover T. Kingfisher’s What Moves the Dead, while looking up ‘who wrote Mexican Gothic’ back in September. The cover art caught my attention on the “Users Also Search For” segment of the webpage—a beautifully haunting illustration of a hare embraced by a series of mushrooms. I made note of it, promptly forgot about it, only to come across it once again when looking up yet another Gothic title. This time, I logged into my local library’s portal and placed a hold on the novella the moment I saw they had a copy on hand.

Going into What Moves the Dead, I knew nothing of it other than it was a Gothic Horror involving mushrooms. Two months after coming off reading Silvia Moreno-Garcias’ Mexican Gothic, a book that very quickly became an all-time favorite thanks to my love for the genre and the delightful inclusion of Hispanic representation, I was intrigued by this wave of fungi-based nightmares. Part of me worried that it would be too similar, that because I had already read something with multiple tropes and themes in common that I would be impervious to the frights in store.

I am bone-deep pleased to say that I was wrong.

A reimagining of Edgar Allan Poe’s The Fall of the House of Usher, What Moves the Dead tells the story of Alex Easton, an ex-soldier who receives a letter from their old friend Madeline Usher. In the letter, Madeline begs Easton to come visit as her twin brother believes that she is dying from a mysterious illness. Easton, having been Roderick Usher’s commanding officer during the war, feels obligated to do so. The first chapter not only introduces us to Lieutenant Easton and their very sassy horse Hob, it also provides a bleak introduction to the ominous Usher Mansion, and the tarn that haunts it.

Skipping ahead, I read the author’s acknowledgments at the end of the book where she explains that the inspiration for this novella came from her revisiting Poe’s story and wishing there had been more to it. This worried me since the whole deal with Gothic Horror is the deliberate avoidance of giving away too much. I wholly understand that this is a personal preference, but I prefer it when my horrors are vague. The imagination will always be more powerful than the words on a page or the images on a screen, which is why fear truly manifests itself once the book or movie is over and we’re alone, in the dark, in our beds.

Not only was that worry unnecessary, but I was served a masterclass in storytelling in just 158 pages.

I will not give away too much but the “culprit”, to give it a name, becomes apparent pretty early on, and Kingfisher does a hare-raising good job at using that knowledge against the reader. The knowing makes for a visceral experience, makes the realization slowly sink in and stick beneath the layers of one’s own skin to the point that the reader is forced to become aware of their own lungs. The reader knows what can happen, and then it does happen, and then it gets pushed so beyond the boundary of one’s expectations that putting down the book for a couple of moments becomes an absolute must.

And that, my friends, is some good fucking horror.

Now, this masterclass did not end there. As I previously mentioned, What Moves the Dead is a novella. It’s short, sweet, to the point, and while I desired with my whole soul for this to have been an epic, I’m glad that it wasn’t. Because of its length, none of the characters overstay their welcome, and Alex Easton will stay with me for a very, very long time. Because, while Mexican Gothic delivered on that sweet Latine rep, What Moves the Dead delivered the most unexpected of representation for a piece set in 1890:

[…] Denton likely thought that a sworn soldier would be a seven-foot-tall Amazon with one breast cut off and a harem of cowed men under kan heel. […] He was likely not expecting a short, stout person in a dusty greatcoat and a military haircut. I no longer bother to bind my breasts, but I never had a great deal to worry about in that direction, my batman sees that my clothing is cut in proper military style. – What Moves the Dead, pg. 17

This is the part where I stopped, re-read the passage, picked up my phone, and yelled at everyone who would listen. Our protagonist is nonbinary, and the surge of euphoric delight that short-circuited my brain has kept me going for the past three days.

Gallacia, much like Ruritania, is a fictional country with its own language and cultural rules. Here, people who are not career soldiers can become sworn soldiers: soldiers who could not enlist by traditional means and are sworn in by personal choice. The Gallacian language has multiple sets of pronouns outside of he/she and el/ella, including pronoun sets specifically used for “children, rocks, and even God”. Soldiers have a single set of pronouns as there is no binary within the Gallacian military, but once the war ends, soldiers go back to using whichever pronouns were theirs before. Easton explains in the utmost sensible fashion that once the war was said and done, they simply did not feel the desire to shed the genderless set of pronouns they had taken on.

Not only are they nonbinary, they go by neopronouns. I cannot stress enough how well this was handled within the context of the narrative, where an American character with no prior exposure to sworn soldiers is deftly introduced to them, and takes it in stride with the grace of a medical professional. While it’s not all picturesque fields and easy walks, with instances of characters mistaking Easton for a man, which they then explain that it is somewhat easier to accept than being taken for a woman (complicated gender feels, I get it), the entire idea is succinctly and masterfully incorporated in a way that does not come off as jarring for the reader.

In short, What Moves the Dead is a book I will return to time and again. It is evidence that genre mixing works, that diversity works, that laying a clear path of well situated foreshadowing works. It’s gorgeous, it’s witty, it’s modern despite its setting, it’s accessible, and it elicits genuine feelings of horror and compassion.

I recommend getting comfortable once the sun has set, wearing a fuzzy pair of socks and a hot drink one of these cold winter nights, and losing yourself to the sharp prose and phantasmagorical imagery that Kingfisher has exquisitely delivered.

Trigger warnings for What Moves the Dead include: animal death and mutilation.

#what moves the dead #t. kingfisher #book review #gothic horror #horror #fantasy #lgbt books #queer reads #nonbinary characters #trans characters #t: mitch reviews

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Continued still.. December 3, 2023

Monday night I went to the Knights & flames game with Shane, he got really great tickets & I got to wear my jersey. It was a nice evening, he was good & I had asked him before not to ask me if Im ok at any point to trigger my emotional mess. Chrystal was gone the week so I was going into okotoks everyday to cover. Tuesday I originally didn't have plans but then Connor asked to hang out after work. Went for Taco tuesday which was nice then back to his place. I ended up staying the night, I felt like he wanted me to stay but idk, I still can't get a read on him. Part of me just thinks we're kind of doing the same thing to each other. I mean I know i'm not really going out of my way to ask him or make plans but his texting just sucks that I can't read if he wants to or not. Like its hard to keep any convo up over text & maybe he's just like that, I understand his work is a lot so keeping that up is tough, but then after we talked about how I might not be doing a roadtrip in January it died off & he didn't reply so whatever. I mean he has asked to hang out so I assume, & he does ask me to stay so maybe? But to what benefit? Idk. I do enjoy his company though. Wednesday I went for dinner with Ed & Mariana a founder of ours from Mexico city. Ill have to write another time on how I had planned to do a road trip down to the states or mexico for a few weeks but I dont think it's going to work out in January so I'll talk about it later for now. Went to Charbar which was really great, nice environment & cool, really great food. Thursday I finally had a night to myself, I was pretty tired from the week & had a lot this weekend so I chilled & gamed for a bit, took it easy. Friday had lunch with Ed, again I might talk about that later but I'm still really blessed to be working with him. Friday night was my ugly christmas sweater games night which I think turned out really well! 9 people including me, jeremiah brought his friend Dan, steven, amanda, shane who came 2 hours late... that was another whole other story of annoyance & triggering for me, Kamber, amber & naythan. It was fun, started around 6/6:30 & everyone stayed till like midnight so it was a lot of fun. Saturday I chilled for day, Marc forgot about our facetime which sucks but whatever. Was supposed to go to anneriekes to decorate the tree but didn't want to be around that environment again which I think I forgot to mention anyways that I went for dinner two weeks ago & it was just a lot to take in & I'm tired of talking about Steve. Anyway I went to amber & naythans instead with nova, nova did so good with Rue, it was honestly so sweet watching nova play again & be so gentle with her, made me so happy. We played catan & had a really great night. Amber also got me the exit game advent calendar that were all in a challenge together, like 4 of us couples minus mine of course & that's super fun so far, proud that I've solved the first two alone with no hints! Anyways, love those people so much. Today, sunday, went to 8:30am service which was so good again. I really love this church I think & want to stay in it. Its so lively & actually makes me want to lean into God when I leave & "sets my heart on fire" again feeling. Went to brunch with Daniel at Diner Deluxe which was great again, he's a good guy. Hes really smart & very... aware. Its a breath of fresh air & its really nice to be able to talk to someone emotionally on the same page especially about relationships & the struggles. Then mom surprised me at being at my house after so we could go for a walk & we had some good conversation. Then went to a movie with steven & amanda which was good so im finally relaxing now winding down for bed. This week will be busy again & the weekend but then it get's quiet which I think Im finally looking forward too.

#personal #dear future self #life update #dearfutureself #monthly update

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100 Follower Ficlet! 🎉

To celebrate and as a thank you, I present to y'all a ficlet I've been tweaking and playing with since March- it's been yonks, but I'm at a place where I'm pretty happy with it :)

TW: Drunk behavior (lovey-dovey drunk behavior but just in case)

Magnets

"Hey Moony, I'm home!" You called out as you nudged the door open with your foot, arms laden down with heavy bags of groceries. You heard the soft thwump of a book being closed and a jingle of bells before Moon rounded the corner, letting out an amused noise at your self-inflicted predicament even as he offered up his own arms.

"Hello, my Star." He greeted you as you gratefully handed him a carton of milk and a couple of the heavier bags. "How was your day?"

"Pretty good, long though. Got a new supervisor who likes the sound of his own voice." You chuckled, leaning forward to kiss your partner, and Moon hummed in content as he nuzzled against you, before the two of you made your way to the kitchen. "How was yours?"

"I know the type. My day was quiet, but fun. I tended to the garden, read a few books, and played chess with Sunny until we got dizzy from switching."

"Glad you had a good day." You smiled softly up at him before turning to pull open the vegetable drawer. "Anything in the garden ripe enough to pick yet?"

"Mmhm. Here." You heard the rustling of the bags stop and Moon's machinery whir as he moved away, then back, and you glanced over at him, one hand on the fridge to steady yourself. Held in his hands was a small cardboard box, tilted for you to see. Inside were a good few cucumbers, tomatoes, and stalks of celery. "Freshly picked. How does pasta sound?"

"Pasta sounds amazing, thank you Moony. Oh, hey, I got you some stuff, it's in the bag on the right." He handed you the box to put in the fridge, then turned to look through the bag.

"A Guide to Making Stuffed Animals." Moon read aloud, running a hand over the cover. He flipped it open, pausing briefly to scan the table of contents, before thumbing through the pages. He turned the book to face you as you stood, and you grinned as he tapped a picture of a shooting star plush. "I'm definitely making this one first."

He set the book down on the counter and pulled out the other contents- a sewing kit, a pair of fabric scissors, a little hedgehog pincushion, and a box of fridge magnets.

"Oh, sorry- the magnets were an impulse buy." You smiled sheepishly, putting away a carton of milk. Moon made an amused noise and cracked the plastic lid open.

When you turned around to grab the bags he'd set down next to himself, he was in the process of sticking a blue plastic 'O' to his forehead, after its red twin and a green 'M'.

You couldn't help but grin at the sight. "What on earth are you doing?"

He paused in the middle of plucking an 'N' out of the box, the letter held precariously between his silicone covered fingers. "Isn't it obvious?" He asked, amused as he tilted his faceplate at you. You shook your head and joined him, digging through the box until you found a star magnet, which you placed on his chest between the two buttons. The two of you kept it up for awhile, giggling like children as you stuck magnets on him.

As you picked a yellow 'Z' from the box, you adjusted your grip and saw the grubby thumbprint you'd left on it. "Oof. Forgot I was dirty from work. I'm gonna go take a shower, Moony."

He nodded as he stuck another magnet on his forearm, which was getting rather cramped now. "Alright, Stardust. I'll get started on cooking as soon as I feel Sunny is going to be suitably annoyed by the amount of magnets on us." He let out a quiet cackle and continued to rummage through the box.

"I think the whole box should do the trick." You told him, grinning, and he nodded.

"I think so too. Enjoy your death-water."

You playfully rolled your eyes and made your way to the bathroom, adjusting the shower to the temperature you liked before stripping and climbing in.

You were rinsing out the shampoo, eyes closed as you dunked your head into the pleasantly hot water, when you heard a crash. Startled, you quickly rinsed the rest off and turned off the water.

"Moony? You okay?" You were certain you'd locked the front door- you'd purposefully made yourself remember so it'd be one less thing to worry about. You strained your ears to hear better, heart thudding in your chest, but all you heard was a giggle. "...Moon?"

You hurried out of the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself, glad the curtains were shut so you could just dash over to him and not worry about being gawked at by nosy passerbys.

Careful not to slip, you rushed into the kitchen, and saw Moon slumped against the counters, giggling to himself. Most of the magnets were still stuck on him, but a couple laid on the floor next to him, including the N from his forehead.

"Moon, what happened? Are you alright?" You dried your hand on the towel before reaching out to cup his face, concerned. His head lolled up to look at you, and he giggled again.

"Mmhmm." He managed out, sounding positively mirthful. "Took a bi' of a-" He broke into giggling again, before collecting himself. "Bi' of a fall. I'm okay. Jus… um." He tapped the side of his faceplate, appearing to concentrate. His finger slowed, and his attention fell to the N on the floor. "That fell off. My head says 'Moo'." And then he broke down into helpless giggles once more, sliding down the cabinets in his helpless amusement.

"Oh, my god." You began incredulously, trying to hold back your own laughter. "My love, you're drunk."

"Am not. I'm a robot, can't get drunk. Silly Starlight." He waggled his finger in your face, distracting you from figuring out what the hell to do.

"Love, you're hammered." You snorted, smiling as you picked up one of the letters next to him. Wait- oh. Oh. Oops. "The magnets. They're messing with your hard drive." You raised your hand to his forehead. "Let's get these off of you."

"No!" He protested, pushing himself up against the cupboards, and you winced at the squeal of metal on wood. "I'm art."

"Moon-"

"And I'm faster than youuu." He sprang to his feet before you could stop him, and almost immediately toppled to the ground again, only barely catching himself on the counter top. He grunted and heaved himself off, swaying dangerously. You ran up to stabilize him, grabbing the loop on his back with the hand you weren't using to hold up your towel. Damn, how were you supposed to dry yourself off and take care of your very drunk partner?

"I'll let you take the magnets off if you go to bed." He giggled, spinning his head around to face you. He tilted his faceplate to the side in a question. "Can we cuddle? I like cuddling with you."

You huffed, smiling as he batted his eyelids at you playfully. "Yeah. Sure, we can cuddle." It was only eight, but cuddles did sound nice. And you weren't terribly hungry anyway. "But you're gonna let me take the magnets off, mister."

"Okaaay. Which way's bed…" He tapped his fingers against his faceplate, the sound off-beat. You released the loop, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the bedroom.

"Sit down, I'll be right back. Just gotta dry myself off and get dressed." You informed him. He grumbled something and tried to get back up off the bed, but you firmly took his shoulder and sat him back down.

"Wanna cuddle." He protested.

"I promise we'll cuddle. But if we cuddle now, you're gonna short circuit, I haven't dried off properly." You insisted. He gazed up at you for a second or two, then stuck out his pinky with a suppressed giggle.

"Promise?"

You smiled at him, then gave him your pinky. "I promise."

He nodded, then swung his legs up onto the bed with a sigh. You exited the bedroom after grabbing a pair of pajamas, and took your time to dry yourself off- you were worried enough about his hard drive, you didn't want to add moisture damage on top of that.

When you reentered, warm and dry, Moon sat back up on the bed, bouncing slightly. He stood up as you approached, and before you could react, picked you up and fell back to the bed, arms wrapped around you and holding you close on top of him.

"Wait, Moon- your charger- the magnets." You squirmed in his grasp, but he just hummed and nuzzled his faceplate against your head.

"You pinky-promised. Cuddle time." He drew the blanket over you both, smoothing it down with a wobbly hand.

"Your hard drive could get damaged. If you let me take the magnets off, we can cuddle all day tomorrow, or until you let Sunny take over. It's my day off tomorrow, remember?" You offered. His hand paused in its jerky stroke down your upper back.

"Hmm... Okay." He unwrapped his arms from around you, and you set to work picking the magnets off and tossing them blindly to the side. He watched as you worked, humming what might have been a lullaby if it wasn't interspersed with laughter.

"What're you laughing about?" You asked with some amusement, removing the last letter from his face.

"You're my knight in cloth pajamas." He giggled. Then he paused, and cupped your face in his hands, thumb softly dusting along your cheekbone. "Thank you for saving my hard drive. I love you so much, I don't want to ever forget you." And with those last soft, slightly slurred words, he pulled you down back onto his chest, holding you close. If he noticed the way your face heated up against his chest, he didn't say anything, instead continuing to mumble out the lullaby, music box chiming in off-key.

You waited until his sleep mode kicked in, giggly indecipherable murmurs turning to quiet artificial snores, before allowing yourself to fall asleep, cuddled up with your partner.

~~~~~

When you woke the next morning, Moon was still asleep, face buried into your shoulder, and you couldn't help but smile softly, leaning down to press a sleepy kiss to the rim of his faceplate.

You gave yourself a few minutes to properly wake up, mind pleasantly empty for once, simply enjoying the promised, warm cuddles. But alas, your stomach prompted you to get up and about with a long growl, and you sighed before beginning to carefully extract yourself from Moon's hold.

"Nooo..." Moon mumbled, tightening his hold on you, and you turned to peer at him.

"Morning, my Moonlight. Still a little tipsy?" You teased, giving up for the moment and turning around so your front and forehead were pressed to his.

Moon's eyelids squeezed shut, then he opened them a crack, blue slivers of dimly glowing light escaping through the allowed space. "...The magnets."

"Yeah. They made you drunk." You kissed him gently as he shut his eyes again with a groan. "You're a very sweet drunk, if it's any consolation. If a bit mischievous. How are you feeling?"

"Mm. Kind of like someone turned my visual and auditory sensory input up to eleven. And my memories from after the magnets are corrupted, inaccessible." He grumbled, then sighed and wriggled in closer. "...This is nice though."

You weren't entirely sure how a robot hangover worked, but regardless you wanted to make sure he was okay, and a lazy day in suited you just fine. "Well, I did promise we'd cuddle all day today."

"I would love that." He murmured, and you nodded as you nuzzled carefully against his faceplate, warmth filling you when a rumbling purr started up in his chest and he pulled you in closer.

The two of you spent the rest of the day in the quiet, cozy dark of the blanket nest, with you only taking breaks to eat, drink, stretch, and use the bathroom. Moon recovered, albeit slowly, and only left to do one thing- with your help, he took the "accursed" magnets and set them firmly down in the furthest reaches of the attic, never to be used again, before picking you up and carrying you back to bed for more of the promised cuddles.

#moon x reader #moondrop x reader #daycare attendant x reader #sun isn't in this one but I might do a sequel with him

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The Way Home - Chapter 20

A fresh start. That’s what she needed. Not the turn of a page, or a new chapter, but a brand new book.

She left everything behind, and just hoped that she had better things ahead.

A Hotchniss College AU

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: This chapter contains brief references to miscarriage

Full list of warnings and previous chapters can be found on the Series Master List

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I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you to everyone who has read, interacted and enjoyed this fic. It’s been so much fun to write, but I’m never quite sure how an AU will land, so thank you, THANK YOU, for all your love and support for this version of them.

A special thanks to @ssa-sparks, @hancydrewfan, and @prentissinred who have all let me just talk at them about this fic for MONTHS. You are all just the best and I couldn’t do it without you.

And also thank you to @cloudlessly-light for helping me figure out what to do with Emily’s career in this!

I hope you all enjoy this last chapter! <3

(Sorry if tumblr is being weird on desktop with the formatting- it's fine on mobile <3)

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Summer 2006 - Arlington, VA

Emily groans as she lifts a box onto the kitchen table, smiling at the photo on top. It was from her and Aaron’s first holiday season as a couple. The photo was taken Christmas Eve, the day they’d had Jack, the little boy squished between them and his smile wide.

“Emily, I can’t find my tie.”

She shakes her head. He certainly wasn’t little anymore.

“It’s down here sweetie,” she replies, shouting up the stairs, “Where you left it last night.”

She hears the familiar footfall of her step-son as he runs down the stairs. She can’t help but smile when he comes into view, his nerves evident in the way he held himself, his shoulders tense. He smiles sheepishly at her as he grabs the tie off of the back of one of the chairs at the kitchen counter.

“Thanks, Emily,” he says, looking at the box she has in front of her and noticing it’s full of his things, “Keen to get rid of me?”

She narrows her eyes at him, her glare only making his smile wider. “Of course not,” she says, “But moving sucks and you have two houses with your stuff in, moving to college is hard enough as it is so I thought I’d get a head start.”

“You’re very good at packing,” Jack comments as he roots through the box, “I forgot I’d need some of this.”

She hums as she smiles at him, “Moving as much as I did when I was a kid has its benefits.”

He chuckles, and looks around the kitchen, “Where’s Dad?”

“He had to go into the office, he’s just finished that big case so had some files to submit, but he’ll be back soon I promise. He wouldn’t miss today for the world.” She assures him, squeezing his arm.

It was strange sometimes, to think that the little boy she met had grown into this young man next to her. He was taller than her now, the same height as his father. He towered over Haley, something that he took great joy in reminding her of frequently.

“I’m glad he won,” Jack says, opening the fridge door, always on the hunt for food, “Because it was on TV it would have been embarrassing if he hadn’t.”

Emily laughs at the typical teenage reaction, “And, you know, a serial killer has been sent to prison for the rest of his life.”

Jack shrugs his shoulders, “That too.”

After Emily graduated from college her and Aaron, alongside Haley and Jack, moved to DC, a return home for all of them that suited them well.

Over the years, Aaron worked his way up to state prosecutor, a job that kept him busy but that he enjoyed. A goal he had set himself during the trial against Ian for his attempt on Emily’s life, wanting to help people the way that prosecutor had helped Emily. Finally getting her justice after she’d been so let down by the system previously.

It was a big part of her decision to be in the system herself. Social work had never been something she would have considered before everything with Ian, but it was the only thing that felt right afterwards. Her natural empathy and her talent for picking up languages made her a popular choice, and she now worked for the state, creating and maintaining policies that would have protected her when she was younger.

Their friends often joked that they were a power couple, and that no criminal in the DC area had a chance with them around.

The sound of a door opening cuts off any further conversation, the thundering of tiny feet on the upstairs landing and then the stairs themselves making both Emily and Jack smile.

“Here comes trouble,” Emily comments, winking at the teenager before turning to look at her daughter as she runs at her at full speed, catching the four-year-old and lifting her onto her hip before she could crash into her legs, “Morning Ellie.”

“G’Morning Mama.”

Eleanor Grace Hotchner was, according to Aaron, 100% Emily. He often joked that he wondered if he’d been involved in the process at all, or if Emily had somehow cloned herself. Their little girl her double in just about every way.

“You sleep ok?” Emily asks, pressing a series of kisses to the little girl's cheek, laughing as Eleanor leans away from her slightly, a smile on her face as she nods.

“Jack’s big day!”

Emily looks over at Jack, who was halfway through eating a handful of dry cereal he’d clearly found in the pantry.

“Yes sweetie, it’s Jack’s graduation today,” she says, kissing her daughter on her head before she passes her over to Jack, her eyebrow raised as she takes the cereal box from him, “Why don’t you two go sit down and watch TV, and I’ll get your dad to make us all breakfast when he gets here.”

Jack holds Eleanor close, their bond something that had been instantaneous since he first held her, despite their 14-year age gap. He bounces her on his hip, making her laugh as he leaves the kitchen.

“Come on Elly Elephant,” he says, making her giggle, “Let's go watch some cartoons.”

Emily shakes her head as she watches her children go, sighing as she once again laments how quickly the years had gone by.

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“Em, we have five minutes and then we have to go.”

Emily rolls her eyes at her husband’s insistent tone, opening the door to their ensuite to find him standing just on the other side, his hands on his hips. She walks out to the bedroom to join him, finishing clipping on the earring she had been adjusting.

“Honey, we’re fine. The school is 10 minutes away at most. The ceremony doesn’t start for another hour,” she turns so her back is facing him, and he wordlessly zips up her dress for her, his fingers sliding up her spine in a way she knew was unnecessary. She turns to look at him, smiling as she loops her arms around his neck, “We definitely don’t have time for that though.”

Aaron smiles at her as he pulls her closer, his hands on her lower back. He leans down and kisses her, his lips gentle against hers.

“Later?” He asks, and her smile widens before she leans in to kiss him again.

“Later,” she confirms, pulling back to look at him, her fingers idly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as she cups his cheek with her other hand. “You ok?”

Aaron sighs, his lips in a tight smile as he nods. He wraps his hand around her wrist, his thumb rubbing at the thin scar she had there, a reminder of the surgery she’d had to fix it, of the metal that laid just beneath the surface. She often wondered if the way it would ache in the cold was a phantom memory, her brain remembering how it felt when he’d slammed it into the wall, his hand tight around her throat.

Sometimes she still woke up and could feel that too. Only brought back to the present by her husband, the way he would invade all of her senses. Make her forget that she’d ever been touched by someone else.

She had a lot of scars from that time, the one on her wrist just happened to be the only visible one.

“Yeah, I am. I just can’t believe he’s graduating high school,” he replies. It was strange to think that Jack was now only a couple of years younger than he and Haley had been when they had him. The years had passed by faster than he’d anticipated, and sometimes he missed the days when Jack was young and hung on his every word. “It feels like only yesterday he wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend.”

Emily laughs, “I know honey,” she replies, her fingers trailing through his hair, “But Harvard isn’t that far away, and you know he’ll come back as often as he can,” she smirks at him, “He’ll miss Haley’s cooking too much.”

He chuckles, “Speaking of which, don’t think I didn’t notice one of her lasagnes in the fridge.”

“She offered,” she shrugs, “You know she can’t say no to Ellie.”

Haley was without a doubt one of Eleanor’s favourite people, a connection that hadn’t surprised any of them. She was a fixture in their lives, and only lived a couple of streets away. After she’d saved Emily’s life, purely by being in the right place at the right time, they’d become friends, and she’d even come to their wedding.

It was odd, sometimes, for Aaron to remember that Haley was once someone he thought he would spend his life with. Even stranger again to think that, in some way, he had, just not as his partner as he would have once thought.

“At least Ellie will still be here for a long time,” Aaron grumbles, the mere thought of his little girl being old enough to graduate high school when she was only just about to start kindergarten in the fall enough to make him frown, “And any others we might have.”

Emily’s smile falters slightly, a common reaction when he brought up the prospect of other children. Eleanor hadn’t been their first pregnancy or even their second. The two losses they’d gone through before still made her sad when she thought about them, pre-emptive grief at the thought of going through it again enough to make her wonder if she even wanted to try. Until she had Eleanor she was convinced what had happened in Rome had caused long-term damage, and had cried herself to sleep in Aaron’s arms more than once. Begging for forgiveness he would not give her because she had nothing to be sorry for.

She loved Eleanor with every part of her, but pregnancy had been rough on Emily. Her sickness, which could only be remedied by some specific chewing gum that Haley had recommended, mixed with her constant anxiety that something would go wrong had meant it wasn’t enjoyable at all.

She wanted another child and had dreams of a little boy that was the perfect mix of her and Aaron, but the fear choked her and made her freeze every time he mentioned it.

“Aaron-”

He leans forward and kisses her cheek, his hold on her briefly tightening, “I know love,” he says, kissing her again, “At your pace, ok?”

She nods against him, pulling back and offering him a shaky smile, “We should get going.”

Aaron smiles at her and links his hand through hers, leading her out of their room and down the stairs. As they approach the living room, they hear the tv is on, the news clearly on the screen.

“George Foyet was charged with 12 counts of murder, but state prosecutor Aaron Hotchner claims he may have killed up to 36-”

“Jack,” Aaron says, catching his son’s attention from his cell phone and tilting his head towards Eleanor who was playing with her toy dinosaurs, “Please turn that off.”

Jack looks between his little sister and the tv, cursing under his breath as he grabs for the remote and turns it off. “Sorry, Dad.”

“It’s ok,” Aaron says, checking his watch, “We really should get going.”

Emily detaches herself from her husband and walks over to Eleanor, “Come on sweet girl,” she says, smiling at her, “Let's go.”

Eleanor stands up, one of her dinosaurs still in one hand, and grabs her mother’s hand with the other.

“Aunt Haley’s there?” She asks, her excitement clear.

“Yes baby,” Aaron replies, opening the front door, sharing a smile with his wife, “Aunt Haley is there.”

“Then let’s go!” Eleanor demands, pulling Emily towards the front door.

Emily laughs, gladly following her daughter, “You heard the girl,” she looks at Jack, sees the nerves on his face that she had seen the first thing that morning again, and she reaches for his hand too, linked in between them both, “Come on sweetie, the sooner we go, the sooner we’ll be home.”

It was a mantra she’d shared with him since he was small and she first found her footing in his life. It was something she’d said to him to get him through dentist appointments, or visits to the doctor. His first day at his new school when they moved to DC. Their home, and the one he had at Haley’s, his safe space.

“Yeah,” Jack smiles, squeezing his stepmother’s hand, turning and smiling at his father as he places a hand on his shoulder, “We’ll be home soon.”

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Red Onion State Prison, VA

He was counting down the days, every day of his sentence seemingly longer than the last. It had been almost 13 years and he still had 7 left until he would even be considered for parole.

Each day, he hated her a little more. He could feel it consume him, overtake the place he once felt love for his son who now called another man daddy, his conviction of attempted murder enough to make Chloe take him from him entirely.

There’s rapping on the cell bars, and he looks up, smirking at the guard he hated almost as much as he hated her.

“Doyle,” the guard sneers, stepping aside so a man in an orange jumpsuit can step into the cell, meet your new cellmate.” He steps back, pulling the bars back across and smiling at them from the other side. “Get to know each other, you’ll both be here a while.”

Ian watches as he walks away before looking back at his new cellmate. The man was tall, skinny and had shaved his head, and he wonders what on earth this man could have done to end up in a high security prison, looking on the surface of it incapable of a crime that would have landed him here.

Then his eyes meet his, and he sees it, the same fury he feels, anger that nowhere to go, and he smiles.

“Doyle, is it?” The man says, offering him his hand.

“Ian Doyle,” he replies, shaking his hand. “And you?”

The man smiles, clearly amused by the fact he didn’t know his name.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ian. I’m George Foyet.”

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The Way Home’s sequel, Home, is coming soon in January 2023

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