#okay that is all back to catching up on flufftober stuff

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Spoilers for MHA Season 6!!!!!

Without a doubt the two times I've cried hardest in all of MHA (the anime, not counting anything in the manga) were when Mirio lost his powers and when he got them back

#{🥴} - bee shitposts #mha spoilers #mha season 6 #I sobbed SO hard when he lost his powers #I have like.... an attachment to Mirio #hes the sweetest character ever it was so unfair #and somehow even though i get spoiled for everything #i didnt get spoiled about him getting his powers back #my sistwr watched it before me and she told me I would be stoked at one oart bur I didnt get what she meant #i cried SO FUCKING HARD when I saw him in seasok 6 y'all would not believe #my favorite part of season 6 right there I completely lost my shit #mirio gives big brother energy to me idk hes just. a huge comfort character for me <3 #okay that is all back to catching up on flufftober stuff

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Day 15: morning after

Here I need to make a clarification. As you know, English is not my first language and from what I was able to research about this day's prompt it was like "a morning after doing something you might regret" or "a morning with a hangover", so that's what I wrote about. It's honestly my favorite (and the longest) so far and I hope you like it, reblog or tell me in the comments if you do!

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

tw: mention of alcohol, implied smut, nudity, stuff like that (but everything is fluff!)

The first thing Spencer felt when he woke up was the stab of pain shooting through his head, followed by the sun streaming through the window gently warming his body. Everything was spinning for him and he didn't even remember how he got to his apartment the night before, because as a birthday gift the whole team had decided to take him to a bar and somehow, they had managed to completely intoxicate him with alcohol.

He had drunk before but not to that level, so it was the first time he had experienced a hangover of that magnitude. He tried to get up as slowly as possible and once he was sitting on the edge of the mattress he sighed and rubbed his face with both hands to wake up a little. As his vision cleared, he could make out the floor of the room and opened his eyes wide when he noticed a piece of clothing that was definitely not his: a pair of black lace panties. He scanned the rest of the place and also found a matching bra and dress, and his surprise was even greater when he turned on the mattress to find a female body covered by a thin sheet.

The memories of him hit him worse than the hangover and suddenly all his blood rushed to his face. The night before, when he had begun to feel the effects of alcohol, everyone seemed to become lighter, so when a beautiful woman approached to talk to him, he didn’t hesitate to respond to the chat. Even Derek was surprised at how charming his friend was when he wasn't worried about what people thought of him, and it was a good thing the girl enjoyed hearing interesting facts about absolutely anything. If Spencer had ever read about flirting tips that was the moment he applied them and no one was surprised when the birthday boy was dragged to the back of the bar, to probably be kissed like never before in his life.

He remembered that after making out in the dark you had asked if you could accompany him somewhere more private and he had naively offered his apartment. The images of what had happened made him feel completely ashamed and at that moment he hated his eidetic memory a little, because he could see over and over again your trembling body on top of his and hear the noises with which both of you had filled the room.

He had never done anything like that in his life and he didn't even believe he was capable of sleeping with a girl he had just met, probably for fear of not being good enough or of contracting some kind of disease. But, luckily, he searched his mind and realized that neither had happened and the evidence of a metal wrapper on the nightstand calmed him down.

He almost jumped out of his seat when he felt you shifting on the mattress and turned around immediately so as not to risk you catching him looking at you or, worse yet, seeing your naked body.

“Hey,” he heard behind you, your voice slightly raspy, and he tensed completely when he felt your hand caress the skin of his back “Good morning.”

“Huh… hello,” he replied, still not looking at you. Total nervousness could be heard in his voice and you wanted to believe that it wasn't out of regret, or else your heart would have broken a little.

"Are you okay?"

“Yes,” he replied quietly. He gathered his courage and turned slightly in your direction, only to find your soft, worried eyes looking down at him “And you?”

“A little sore, but everything is fine”

Your smile was sweet and your face was so cheerful that Spencer feared he had slept with a teenager. But it wasn't like that, it was just that God had blessed you with natural beauty even with the after-effects of drunkenness and traces of smudged makeup.

"I am glad to hear that"

He couldn't see you bite your lower lip because he was too distracted by the reddish mark on your shoulder that he had left last night and you interpreted his distracted attitude as clear disinterest, without imagining that there was a whole revolution of emotions inside him. 

You moved under the covers and when you got out of bed Spencer looked away, as if he wanted to respect your privacy by avoiding seeing your nakedness. With some embarrassment you began to look for your clothes throughout the room to put them on, ready to leave the place with the little dignity you had left. But when you sleep with the most handsome guy in the bar, those are things you take risks, right?

“Well, I guess I’ll go,” you said shyly, holding your bag close to you “It was nice meeting you.”

"Wait!" He stopped you almost immediately, not allowing you to go too far “I'm being rude, excuse me. “It's just… I'm not used to doing this much.”

“Oh, no, no, I don't either. Don't think I'm..."

"No! I wasn't suggesting that either," he continued, feeling like every time he spoke he was only making everything worse "It's just that yesterday he was really drunk and... well, I'm a little surprised at how things turned out."

“And did they end well or badly?”

“Well, or so I think,” he responded quickly. He wanted to tell you that he had loved the way you kissed him if it would take the worried look off your face, but the truth was that he didn't even know if he could say the words without feeling nervous. “What I want to say is that I hope I was… good.” 

“You were” you express him sincerely. If he had told you that he was inexperienced in the area you wouldn’t have believed him at all “I hope you can say the same about me.”

"Yeah. I'm just worried that we were too drunk."

“So drunk that you would do something you regret?”

“No, more like having forced you to do something that you regret”

So that was his fear of it? That caught you a little off guard, as you didn't know if it was for fear of legal reprisals or if he was really caring about your integrity. From the gentle way he said it and the expression with which he looked at you, you wanted to believe it was the latter, after all he seemed like a good man and nothing in the apartment looked dangerous. I mean, most of the things that were out there were books and science objects, nothing that screamed get out of here or I'm a jerk. 

“Don’t worry, I think we both had fun,” you reassured him. “I thought I heard something about it being your birthday, is that true?”

"Yes, it was"

“I hope I didn't ruin it,” you murmured, sounding honest, because your judgment was too clouded the night before to react coherently.

Of course you hadn't ruined his birthday, how could you? You were a pretty girl who had spent the night with him and now that Spencer was looking at you more closely, he realized how lucky he had been that someone like you had set her sights on him.

“You don't have to leave if you don't want to,” he added, trying his luck a little. “If you allow me to change, we can get something for breakfast and… chat.”

“Do you want to do that?”

“It wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to just throw you out of my apartment, would it?” He replied and your brow furrowed in disbelief. That man was seriously strange, but in the good sense of the word “I'm Spencer Reid, by the way.”

"I know who you are. You told me last night,” you laughed, a little moved by the shyness he suddenly seemed to have, very different from his behavior at the bar.

"So? You will stay?"

You remained silent and analyzed your options. You never imagined that the man would ask you to stay after what you thought would be your first one-night stand, yet you had ended up in that situation.

"Yes, I will”

“Cool,” he sighed, putting on the sweetest smile you had ever seen.

Was this boy real or had you entered into a hallucination?

“I’ll wait for you… huh… outside, okay?” a part of you wanted to listen to your own words, but suddenly the other felt the urge to do something, impulsive and stupid like everything you had done the night before. “But first, can you allow me to do something?”

“Sure, what is it about?”

You didn't respond verbally, but instead took a few steps in his direction and finally crashed your lips into his, hearing him let out a moan of astonishment. Now that you felt soberer you realized that kissing him was pleasant and you hadn't just thought about it because of the effects of the alcohol.

“I just wanted one more, in case my conversation ends up boring you and we never see each other again” you exclaimed playfully, without giving him time to respond because before he could react you had already jumped on tiptoe towards the exit.

He smiled when he saw that and began to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor, willing to get to know your mind better after having explored so many places on your body.

While he was getting dressed he thought that, for the first time he had brought a stranger home, things were looking great.

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Flufftober Day 1 | It'll be okay

Pairing | Best friend!Chris Evans x Best friend!Female!Reader

Word count | 1.3K

Summary | After nearly a decade of being together, you're going through a very intense break-up, so you're at a loss about what to do with yourself. Luckily for you, your best friend Chris knows exactly what to do to make you feel better, and you're very thankful to have him in your life.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. RPF, hurt/comfort, Reader going through a tricky (mutual) break-up, Chris being the best friend ever, implied smut.

Prompt(s) | 1. ''I've got you'' | @flufftober 2023

A/n | I'm slowly catching up with the missed days, so here's the first one to complete the collection this month! I thought I'd start the month off with a bit of hurt/comfort, so I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

Divider made by @cafekitsune | GIF-credit goes to @quacxon

Main Masterlist | Chris Evans Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

''I think it's about time we talk,'' your boyfriend, Nathan, says as he sits at the dinner table. You just finished preparing dinner and have put it on the table, though you're extremely worried as you see the look on his face.

''I-Is everything okay…?'' you ask, though you already know what will come out of his mouth next. This is the talk you've been dreading for a while, ever since he mentioned the possibility of working overseas a few months ago.

''Actually, no, it's not,'' he says as he's fighting back the tears, and you stand up to sit on his lap, where you grab his face and place your forehead against his.

He doesn't have to say the words to know it's over, though you're not ready to face that reality yet. ''Can we have one more night together? Please, it's all I'm asking before you go,'' you ask as you close your eyes, hoping to stop the tears from falling, but to no avail.

Nathan wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer until there's little to no space left between the two of you, and that's when he kisses you in a way that sends you soaring.

''I'd love nothing more than that,'' he says before he picks you up and walks you to the bedroom, the dinner you prepared forgotten entirely as the two of you make love for the rest of the evening and night, exploring every inch of each other one last time.

The following day has come too soon, and you've packed your stuff quickly since most of the things in the house are Nathan's, and he can decide what to do.

Finally, the moment to say goodbye is here, and you can't hold back the tears that are coming because you two have been through a lot over the past nine years.

''Please, kiss me one last time before I go,'' you ask of him, and he does by pulling you close to him and closing the distance with the softest, sweetest, most heartbreaking kiss you have ever felt. When you pull away, you give him a sad smile before pulling away from his hold.

''I wish you all the best, Nathan. And I hope you will find the woman of your dreams there, as well. You deserve it,'' you say as you pick up your duffel bag and suitcase; the rest of your stuff is in a storage unit until you have found your place to live.

''I hope you find love too because I know that whatever man you choose must be exceptional to be loved by you,'' he says, and with a slight nod and a last wave, you walk out the door of the place you once called home.

The Uber you called is already waiting for you as you load the suitcase and duffel bag into the trunk of the car, and you wave to Nathan one last time before getting into your Uber. As he drives off, you're officially leaving your old life behind.

For now, you'll be staying at your best friend Chris' house until you've found your place, and that's where you're headed while he's preparing for your arrival.

He made you two care packages for when you arrive to make you feel a little more at home right away since you'll be living in his house for at least two months, maybe even longer.

Chris has been busy getting a few care packages ready for your arrival the entire morning. The first one he made included everything from a blanket to cuddle under to a few pairs of fuzzy socks and from a few books to your favorite snacks.

The other one is in your bathroom, attached to the guest bedroom you'll be occupying. It includes pads and tampons in various shapes and sizes, a few face masks, a thick bathrobe, fuzzy slippers, different kinds of shampoos/conditioners, and a purple vibrator, which he got as a joke, knowing you'd appreciate it.

He's in his kitchen preparing lunch when he gets your message.

< Princess 👑 > I'll be there in 10 minutes. I can't wait to see you and Dodger again!

< Chris 🐶 > We can't wait either, Princess. We're already waiting for you!

He sends the text with a photo of Dodger, who's excitedly looking out the window after he told him you'd be coming over later.

When you see the photo, you instantly get a big smile and are excited to see him again, even though you've just said goodbye to the man you were convinced you'd marry one day.

''We're here, ma'am,'' your Uber driver says, and you get out of the Uber, seeing Chris waiting at his front door for you. After grabbing your suitcase and duffel bag, you thank the Uber driver and walk up to your best friend.

He lets you put your stuff inside before pulling you into a hug, and almost instantly, you burst out into tears as you feel the safety of his arms enveloping you.

''Shhh, it'll be okay, Princess, I've got you,'' he says between kisses on the crown of your head, his big hands rubbing your back softly as you cry into his chest, soaking his shirt. It is far from pretty, but you would be lying if you said you weren't feeling 100 times better after.

''I-I'm sorry, I need to freshen up,'' you say before pulling away and instantly feeling guilty as you see the mess you made of his shirt.

''Hey, don't worry about my shirt. It'll get clean in the wash,'' he says, and you nod before apologizing again and freshen yourself up in the bathroom and change into some comfortable clothing before getting some Dodger cuddles.

Once you walk into your room, you spot a big basket with stuff on your bed, and you walk over to peek at everything in there, finding a little note from Chris as well.

''I hope this will make you feel right at home'' is what it says on the card, and you can't help but smile at it and nod softly. It's everything you could have wished for and more.

Walking into the bathroom, you see a similar basket, which immediately warms your heart until you look at everything there. ''You little shit,'' you laugh as you find the vibrator he got you, though you plan to make good use of that in a while.

When you're freshened up and wearing your glasses, your hair in a messy bun, and your comfiest clothing is put on, you walk downstairs, immediately greeted by Dodger.

''Hi, Buddy! Come on, let's get some cuddles on the couch, okay?'' you say, and he happily follows you before jumping on and taking his place in your lap.

''I see someone's happy to see you,'' Chris laughs as he walks in with a cup of tea for you and some water for himself, and he grabs the lunch he was preparing before you came over, having made enough to share between both of you.

''Thank you for everything, Chris. It means a lot that you'll let me stay here,'' you say with a big smile. He rubs your cheek lovingly with his thumb, and you lean into his touch.

That day is spent watching some cheesy rom-coms, cuddling with Dodger, eating ice cream and other snacks, and that evening, you fell asleep when you were cuddled up against Chris.

He carried you to bed and tucked you in, but before he could leave, you woke up and turned to him.

''Stay, please,'' you croak out softly. He has never been one to say no to you, so that first night is spent sleeping in Chris' arms, in your safe place. You haven't slept that comfortably in a while.

#flufftober 2023 #day 1 #chris evans #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fanfic #chris evans one shot #chris evans fluff

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2023 Wrap

Since there was no Tumblr year in review this time around, I made my own! Ok, full disclosure, I was already going to make my own. For some reason I started tracking everything I posted back at the beginning of the year and last week I totaled things up just for my own information but then I thought…why not share it?

I’m only including fandom stuff here because I do not want to attempt to figure out how many posts I’ve put together for my other lists (Writer’s Corner, ADHD Stuff, Poly Stuff) but my most popular post was this ADHD one. It has over 90,000 notes and is still climbing.

2023 Tumblr Choices Fandom Wrap......

Stats at a glance:

Chapters posted: 125

Extras Posted: 91

Teasers Posted: 7

Updates Posted: 8

Throwbacks Posted: 12

Original Fiction Posted: 1

Series Launched: 12

Series Wrapped: 6

Events Ran: 19

Live Discussions Hosted (Word Warriors): 4

Blogs Launched: 9

New Projects Started: 6

Personal Milestones Passed: 3

Details and commentary under the cut.

Series that launched in 2023:

In Your Room (Dreo)

A Fervid Fixation

The Crown and the Shield

Victim of Love

Mardi Gras Mayhem

One Night in Cordonia

Law’s End

The De Facto Queen

The Dark Kingdom

Cordonian Royal Airlines

Queen of Hearts

Insurrection

Series that wrapped in 2023:

In Your Room (Dreo)

A Fervid Fixation

The Crown and the Shield

Victim of Love

Mardi Gras Mayhem

One Night in Cordonia

Blogs Launched:

TRR Visuals

Angela’s Reblogs

Law’s End

Word Warriors

TRR Poly

TRR Scribbles

TRR Bad Romance

TRR One Shots

Cordonian Royal Airlines

Events Ran in 2023:

Drake Walker Appreciation blog:

Drake Walker Appreciation Week

World Whiskey Day

Drake’s Birthday

Maxwell Beaumont Appreciation blog:

Maxwell Beaumont Appreciation Week

Max’s Birthday

Choices Prompts:

Story Starter Prompt 4

Story Starter Prompt 5  

Mardi Gras Mayhem (Collaborative Fiction)

Round Robin 1 (there will be more)

Rewrite Challenge

August Catch Up Event

Smutember

Flufftober

Holiday Rewrite Challenge

Choice Holidays:

Valentines Day

Spring Holidays

Festival of Fears

Second Annual Winter Holidays

Fics of Christmas Past

Projects:

Reorganized all visuals, sorted by story and published in one place (TRR Visuals)

Recently Posted and Chapter Archive (Angela’s Reblogs)

Saturday Surveys (Angela’s Reblogs)

Law’s End (See note below)

Word Warriors (see below)

Cordonian Royal Airlines (see below)

Law’s End: I call this a project, not just a new story because it was supposed to be a bit more far-reaching than just a story with character profiles, mock news articles, and multiple episodes. So far there are two character profiles (graphics for that by @harleybeaumont), one article, and many fabulous extras made by @secretaryunpaid. I am working on wrapping up episode one. Once the question of who killed Trent is answered, episode two will move on to a new mystery, while still focusing on the relationships between the main characters.

Word Warriors: Again, this is more than just a blog. It’s a Discord group, live discussions, a peer support group, and a critique group. The blog itself provides a list of writing resources and advice in addition to information about the Discord group, the live discussion schedule, and notes from past sessions.

Cordonia Royal Airlines: This is more of a collaborative project than a series. There will eventually be images posted as well as drabbles, one-shots, and chapters written by other contributors. (That’s the plan anyway.)

Personal Milestones Passed:

1,000 followers (now over 1,400 but waiting to hit 1,500 to post it)

1,000,000 words posted on Tumblr.

Published my first book in February.

Blog Shut Down:

Who could forget the infamous blog shutdown of 2023? It went down on July 25th and didn’t come back up until August 29th. Well, maybe everyone but me could forget it. I was in withdrawal lol. Five weeks of being mostly off Tumblr forced me to examine and reevaluate a lot of things. And even though I was thrilled to finally be unblocked, things aren’t the same. And that’s okay. Things change, life marches on.

I am by no means saying I’m out of here. Never fear. As long as I have fanfiction to write, I suppose I’ll be posting it here. I just feel less and less like working on my TRR stuff. I still want to finish the series I’ve started, and I’ve found I still have plenty of ideas for one-shots or short miniseries, but I’m not sure I have another epic, long TRR saga in me. Who knows, though? I’ve said that before and been proven wrong. I don’t control when inspiration happens or where the muse takes me.

I don’t know the fate of all those side blogs yet. Since I recently reorganized my master list, (yet again), I don’t know that they are needed. For now, they will remain as basically parking lots. Just a different way to organize my content.

The Rest of Tumblr:

2023 was the year I finally figured out how Tumblr works! I now understand the phrase shitposting on main. I discovered the rest of Tumblr, not just this little corner of it. From Goncharov to other fandoms to the existence of entire communities that I belong wholeheartedly to: Queer, neurodivergent, polyamorous, writers, etc. I found my people on this hell site.

What’s Next:

The Choices fandom will always have a special place in my heart, and I have made real, lifelong friends here and for that, I’ll always be grateful. My just over two years here have had their ups and downs for sure, but the ups far outweigh the downs. (If they didn’t, I would have left long ago).

I’m still working on the following TRR series:

Heir Apparent

Savage Love

The De Facto Queen

Royal Retribution

Queen of Hearts

Unexpected

Law’s End

Insurrection

Dark Elf

The Dark Kingdom

American Girl

Bad Parenting

Leo and Liv

Some are closer to done than others and there are a few that I just haven’t had any inspiration or excitement for in a while. I also have many one-shots in process.

And @harleybeaumont got me to play Heaven's Secret (#romanceclub) and not going to lie, no choose your own adventure story has grabbed my attention like this since TRR. And yes, there is already a folder marked “Heaven’s Secret” on my laptop with three WIPs in it!

Then there’s my original fiction. Long before I found Tumblr and got bitten by the fanfic bug, I was posting flash fic on my own website, saving short stories for submission to anthologies, and working on a few different original novels. I want to get back to that. Not to mention a lifetime worth of poetry that needs to be sorted, organized, and published.

All of the above may have to be put on hold as I navigate life with constant volleyball tournaments, a continuing search for the right second career, and a burgeoning business to manage and contend with. Not to mention a five-year-old with high energy, high needs, and high sensory-seeking behaviors. Life is complex on the best days.

Meanwhile, I’ve found that I really enjoy running the discussions for Word Warriors, giving feedback on other people’s work, and helping other writers on their journey. I can’t wait to get back to that in January.

I don’t know what 2024 holds but I am wishing the best for each and every one of you. Let life’s adventures continue!

Happy New Year everyone!!

#2023 wrapped #year in review #angelasscribbles #new year #new years eve

[cuddlepilefics]

Hugs and hot chocolate

Fandom: P1Harmony

Sickie: Soul

Caregiver: mainly Keeho

Prompts:

Quest for a cure + Fuzzy socks @sicktember

Hot chocolate @flufftober

No one’s POV.:

Jiung looked up from the pot he was currently stirring when he heard his phone ping. Him and Jongseob were currently preparing dinner for the group, wanting to have everything ready by the time the whole group was home. Keeho and Taeyang had been attending a meeting but should home soon and Intak and Shota were already on their way back from a photoshoot. The latter were rushing a bit to get home because of a little mishap. Neither wanted to share more details in their group chat, so the rest would just have to wait for them to get home to find out what had happened. Keeho glanced at his phone once they headed out of their meeting and immediately got concerned. He couldn’t imagine what trouble his dongsaengs had gotten themselves into this time but Intak had insisted they were both fine.

To be fair, they were fine, laughing their heads off as they walked home. It had been raining for the past few days but it wasn’t raining right now. Still there were puddles everywhere and as they turned the first corner on their way home, Shota had slipped, falling on his side right into one of those puddles. There had been a big splash, which sent both of them into a fit of laughter. Shota hadn’t hurt himself but his entire right side was drenched in muddy water. His socks were wet too and he felt the water swish around in his shoes with every step he took. The weather was still cloudy with strong winds and Intak had offered his dongsaeng his coat, to keep him warm on the way back but the younger didn’t want to get anything else dirty and politely declined. He claimed to not be cold but truth be told, the cold winds hitting his wet clothes made goosebumps prick his skin.

Taeyang and Keeho had gotten back to the dorm first and by the time, Intak and Shota made it back too, the boy was thoroughly chilled. “Damn, what happened to you?!”, Keeho frowned when he spotted Shota, “Your lips are blue.” – “He decided to practice his belly flop”, Intak laughed, looking at his dongsaeng, “I gotta say, the splash was truly impressive, the technique not so much.” Rolling his eyes at the older, Shota kicked off his dripping shoes and eyed them with disgust. If he was so painfully cold, he might have found some humor in his situation too but the fun hadn’t lasted long for him. Watching the boy shudder, Keeho quickly walked him to the bathroom and instructed: “Take a hot shower, okay? I’ll go fetch you some fresh clothes and stuff your shoes with newspaper, so they can dry.” Desperate to get warm, Shota gave a small nod, rushing to get into the shower.

“Your clothes are on the sink”, Keeho informed when he returned, “Make sure you dry your hair well when you’re done. Wouldn’t want you catching a cold. Dinner is mostly ready, so as soon as you’re ready to eat, you can have a hot meal to get warm.” – “Thank you, hyung”, Shota mumbled, just loud enough for the leader to hear him over the running water. Somehow, the entire incident had taken a lot of his energy and he felt drained now that he was home, the hot water making him sleepy despite the goosebumps still covering his body.

“Feeling any warmer?”, Intak asked when Shota took a seat opposite of him. He felt a little guilty for having misjudged just how cold his dongsaeng was actually feeling. The younger nodded, muttering a quiet ‘Thanks’, when Jongseob served him a steaming bowl of stir-fry. Sitting next to Shota, Keeho gently ruffled the other’s hair and chuckled: “How did that even happen?” – “I didn’t see the puddle when we turned the corner and slipped”, Shota shrugged, picking up his chopsticks, “It didn’t hurt or anything but yeah it soaked my clothes all the way through.” Nodding in acknowledgement, Taeyang hummed: “We’ll start a load of laundry before we go to bed tonight and your shoes are drying in the hallway.” – “Thanks, hyung”, the younger mumbled lifting another bite to his lips. He didn’t have too much of an appetite but the food warmed him from the inside.

Shota felt heavy with exhaustion, going to bed far earlier than he usually would. However, he just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. The lingering cold had turned into full-blown chills, causing him to shiver no matter how tight he pulled his blanket. Even curled up the smallest he could be, Shota just couldn’t seem to get warm. Taeyang and Jongseob had joined him a while ago, the maknae easily falling asleep while Taeyang was kept awake by the frequent rustling of his dongsaeng’s bedsheets. Tired and maybe also a little frustrated, the oldest got out of bed and took a seat on the edge of Shota’s mattress, whispering: “What’s up? Can’t sleep?” His face softened, when the younger glanced up at him, his eyes shiny in the dim light. “I-It’s still so- so freaking co-cold”, Shota breathed, trying hard to keep his teeth from chattering. Growing concerned, Taeyang felt his forehead and was relieved to find him not feverish. “Aigoo, let me fetch you another blanket, yeah?”, the older smiled, getting to his feet. When he had properly tucked Shota in, he bid him goodnight and went back to bed.

“Keep an eye on Shota”, Taeyang instructed Keeho as he got ready to head out to his individual schedule. Him and Jiung would be working on a song cover today and had to leave first. Intak and Jongseob would be leaving shortly before noon, while Keeho and Shota only had work in the evening. Though the latter two would also have to stay later that the rest. Raising an eyebrow at the older, Keeho frowned: “What’s up with, Shota?” – “I hope he’s not falling ill”, Taeyang sighed, “The boy caught a chill. Couldn’t sleep well last night and was shivering. He didn’t have a fever but might develop one and I don’t expect him to be on top of his game today with the lack of good sleep.” The leader hummed in agreement. He was glad that they only had a late schedule, so he could let Shota sleep in and would have the time to make sure the younger was fine before they had to leave.

When Jongseob got up, he realized that Shota was already awake but had decided to stay in bed. “Good morning”, the maknae smiled as he made his bed, “You wanna join me for breakfast?” Shota weakly shook his head, admitting: “I’m really cold. Imma just stay here for now.” – “Caught a chill?”, the younger asked softly, “Do you want me to tell hyungs you don’t feel well?” Clearing his throat, Shota buried his face in his pillow and sniffled: “I’m okay, not sick or anything. Just really cold still.”

Not entirely believing the other because his voice had sounded a little hoarse, Jongseob made his way to the common area and informed: “Shota’s awake too but said he’d stay in bed for the time being because he’s still cold though he insists he isn’t sick but really just cold.” – “Thanks”, Keeho nodded, “I’ll go check on him.” That was exactly what the leader did, quietly entering the other bedroom in case his dongsaeng had gone back to sleep. “Hey”, he smiled, smoothing down the messy heap of hair that stuck out from under the blanket. Shota had almost buried himself completely, only his face and a tuft of hair peaking out as he tried to ease the chills. “Good morning”, he breathed, voice thick with sleep as he rubbed his eyes with the corner of his blanket. Gently brushing the backs of his fingers against the younger’s forehead, Keeho hummed: “You doing okay? Jongseob said you weren’t sick but not in peak condition either.” – “Mhm, I’m okay”, Shota yawned, “Just tired and I still can’t seem to get warm.”

There was a soft knock before Intak poked his head in. “Jongseob said you caught a chill”, the rapper worried, “My mom taught me the cure for a chill is to keep your feet warm, so the rest of your body stays warm too.” He held up a hot water bottle and smiled: “I’ll put some fuzzy socks on you and tuck this under the blanket close to your feet, so you can warm up, yeah?” – “Thank you”, Shota sniffled before clearing his throat, “I’m so cold, my bones hurt.” With furrowed brows, Keeho ruffled the boy’s hair and frowned: “From how hard you’re shaking, I would’ve bet you had a fever but your temperature feels perfectly normal to me.” – “I’m not sick, hyung”, Shota reminded, struggling to express himself properly, “I don’t know, I’m really not sick but I’m also not feeling fine.” – “How about we agree that you’re a little under the weather”, the leader hummed, “Not sick but also not feeling well. You might be fine in a day or two or you might be coming down with something but for the time being it’s just meh.” – “’Meh’ is actually the sound that describes it best”, Shota laughed, ducking his face into his blanket to muffle a cough.

It wasn’t long till Intak and Jongseob too had to leave for their schedule and Shota had yet to leave his bed. Keeho was in the living room studying their schedule for the upcoming days, so he’d know what adjustments would need to be made in case his dongsaeng was coming down with something. “Hey, I know you didn’t have breakfast or rather lunch yet”, Jongseob smiled, as he returned to his and Shota’s shared bedroom, “There’s kimchi stew on the stove and I added a few more spices that are supposed to cure a cold, so please eat something before you head out later.” – “Thank you”, the older hummed, his voice definitely scratchy now. He didn’t have much of an appetite but he trusted the members to help him feel better and he was open to trying a lot if there was the slightest possibility that he’d feel a little warmer afterwards.

Shota still had about an hour to eat and get ready before him and Keeho would have to leave, so he layered a t-shirt and hoodie before pulling his blanket around his shoulders and shuffling out to the living room. “Oh, you’re up”, the leader smiled when his dongsaeng plopped onto the couch next to him, “Jongseob prepared some stew for you. Do you want me to heat some up?” Shota gave a small nod, rubbing his nose into his blanket. His head ached a little but he didn’t think much of it. If it got too bad, he could take some medicine once he ate something.

Keeho kept him company as he ate, musing: “Our schedule shouldn’t be too straining today, we’ll mainly be at the studio. We’re going to record some demos and practice our lines as in, experimenting with pronunciation and intonation to figure out what sounds best. Your throat feeling okay?” – “A little dry but I’ll make sure to drink lots of water”, Shota shrugged. He had to admit, the stew did help warming him up a little but he wouldn’t say it was a cure for his chills. “Yeah, please do”, Keeho agreed as he watched the younger worriedly, “It should only be the two of us, so you can dress as warm and comfortably as you like.” That sounded like heaven to Shota, who already dreaded having to leave his blanket at home. “You will have to pick a different pair of shoes though”, the leader continued, “When I checked on them earlier, they were still damp.”

Bundled into a thick coat, that made him feel more like a marshmallow than anything else, Shota waddled after Keeho. The older had made sure his dongsaeng also wrapped a warm and fuzzy scarf around his neck and shoved a handful of cough drops into his pockets. They walked in complete silence and honestly, Shota probably wouldn’t have been able to talk if he wanted too. His jaw was locked in place as he tried to keep his teeth from chattering. As they entered the studio, he just collapsed into his seat, keeping his coat on while Keeho draped his over the back of his chair. “You look awful”, the leader frowned, “I’m not sure, taking you along was the right decision.” Shota didn’t even bother trying to argue as speaking a full sentence seemed far too difficult with how stiff his jaw had gotten. The cold wind had gotten his nose all runny and his eyes watered as he looked up at his hyung.

Since he wasn’t sick, Shota tried his hardest to work as if nothing was wrong but it had been two hours and he was still shivering. The cough drops were gone by now and Keeho had given up on having the younger try to record anything. “Alrighty”, the leader sighed, packing up his stuff, “We’re heading home now.” Shota watched him dazedly. Home? Already? How long had they been there? Pressing his already damp sleeve to his nose, the boy rasped: “Are we done?” – “You are done”, Keeho confirmed, packing Shota’s bag, “And I am doing my job as the leader, which is taking care of my group members. Come on, let’s go home.”

They were the first to arrive back at the dorm and Keeho was quick to shrug off his coat. While the leader headed straight for the kitchen, Shota stood in the hallway, contemplating whether he really wanted to take off his coat or if he should just keep it on. Once he had made up his mind, he hung it onto the hook and rushed to his room, where he put on the fuzzy socks Intak had given him and once again wrapped himself in his blanket. When Keeho joined him with a steaming cup of hot chocolate, the leader couldn’t help but coo. “Scoot over a little”, the older whispered, taking a seat next to Shota. The boy shuddered before turning away to catch a stuffy sneeze in his sweaterpaw.

Opening his arms, Keeho waited for the younger to get comfortable before handing him his hot chocolate. Wrapping his freezing fingers around the cup, Shota breathed: “Thank you, hyung.” He took a small sip and sighed as the sweet and warm drink soothed his throat. Wordlessly wrapping the younger in a hug, Keeho rubbed the boy’s shoulders through the blanket to help him get warm. By the time Shota placed the empty cup onto his nightstand, he realized he had found the cure for his chills, hugs and hot chocolate.

#fluff #fanfic #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #sick #sicktember2023 #sicktember 2023 #p1harmony #flufftober #flufftober2023

[some-little-infamy]

Things We Do For Love

Flufftober Day 7 - Movie Marathon (Read on AO3)

"What's up?" Dustin asks, not dancing around the fact that there's definitely something off about Steve's current mood.

"What? Nothing," Steve tries to dismiss. He knows it's a stupid thing to let get to him and he doesn't want to make a big deal out of it. It isn't like he's jealous of Dustin or anything… even though if he's being honest that's kind of what this is.

"C'mon! We're buddies now! Pals! Talk to your good friend Dustin!" Dustin says, clapping Steve on the back.

Steve weighs his options and against all of his better judgment starts to speak.

"It's just that sometimes you and Eddie talk and it's like you're speaking a different language, " Steve admits.

"Sometimes we are," Dustin points out.

"No, I mean… all your nerdy movie references and stuff. I just… sometimes I feel like I don't really fit in with him, you know? Like he'd be better off with someone he could talk with like you two do." It's the simplest way he can put it. It's deeper than that, obviously, but that's the core of the issue. He's never stopped Eddie from rambling about his favorite things but Steve doesn't really get a lot of it and it's obvious that takes some of the fun out of it for Eddie.

"So be someone he can talk with like us. Duh."

Dustin says it so simply like it's the most obvious answer in the world.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, " Dustin says with a growing smirk. "It's time for a movie marathon. I'll meet you at your place in one hour. "

Dustin takes off before Steve even agrees.

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An hour later Dustin walks into Steve's living room with an armful of video cassettes he unceremoniously dumps onto the floor.

"Alright, we've got Tron, Ghostbusters, The Toxic Avenger, all three Star Wars---"

"Woah there! That's way too many to watch tonight, " Steve shakes his head.

"It's Friday. If we only sleep when we absolutely need to, I figure we can get through three movies tonight, and at least five tomorrow and Sunday."

Steve has to give Dustin credit for enthusiasm.

"How about this: you rank them in the order you feel is most important to what Eddie likes, and we see how many we get through. Deal?"

Dustin considers. "Deal. Now let's go, you have a lot of nerd culture to catch up on."

They end up starting with This Is Spinal Tap, which Steve enjoys way more than he thought he would. They run through E.T., and The Goonies before Steve calls it quits for the night, his eyes barely staying open to catch what Dustin keeps saying are ‘the most important lines’. Steve finds that difficult to believe when he says it after what feels like every other line.

After some sleep, they pick back up with Back to the Future over breakfast. The weekend doesn’t drag on the way Steve imagines it might. Instead of feeling like he needs Dustin to tape his eyes open to get through every new movie, Steve discovers that he actually really likes most of them, and even the ones that are just okay he doesn’t actively hate. Some of the jokes go over his head but he definitely doesn’t let Dustin know that.

By Sunday night they’ve finished as many as they can, which is more movies than Steve’s watched in the past two years combined, probably.

“I’ve done all I can do,” Dustin says as they finish rewinding the last tape to put away. “The rest is up to you.”

“Right. Yeah. Thanks, Dustin. You know, this was actually kinda fun,” Steve admits.

“It was, wasn’t it? You know, there are plenty more movies if you really wanted to-”

“Don’t push your luck,” Steve cuts Dustin off, with a gentle judge out the door and another soft laugh.

The next morning at school Steve lingers around for Eddie to show up for their usual walk to each other’s lockers before class.

“I love you,” Eddie says.

“I know,” Steve replies with a knowing smirk.

Eddie pauses, eyes wide.

“I’m sorry, Harrington, was that a Star Wars reference I just heard?”

“Maybe,” Steve answers. “There’s more where that came from.”

“Mmmm, I love when you talk dirty to me, big boy,” Eddie says, leaning in to whisper the words into Steve’s ear so no one around them in the crowded hallway can hear, coupled with the quickest soft bite to Steve’s earlobe.

Steve tries not to blush but fails miserably.

If this is what he gets out of it, maybe Steve will take Dustin up on the offer of another movie marathon sooner than he thought.

#steve harrington #dustin henderson #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #flufftober 2022

[bytheangell]

You know why I am here jdjsssjjdsjjdj Malec and pokemon cuddles :3

Getting Better Every Day Flufftober Day 17: Insects (Read on AO3)

The first time Alec sees Magnus spending time with his Pokémon roaming freely around his home, he’s confused. The Lightwoods are known for being some of the best trainers in the region, with strict training regimens growing up. He’s pretty sure ‘cuddling with creepy insects’ wasn’t in any of his suggested training technique lessons.

“Why,” Alec starts slowly, his voice tense due to the horrific-looking Ariados clicking across the floor towards him. “Is it out here?”

“She,” Magnus begins pointedly. “Is out because we had a tough battle today and she more than earned a bit of personal attention.” Magnus snaps his fingers to bring Ariados’ attention back to him. Magnus currently sits cross-legged on the floor in front of the sofa with a Caterpie curled up on his right shoulder and his Skitty sleeping on the sofa just behind his head, purring loudly. “C’mere,” he says, holding out a treat, and Ariados turns away from Alec who relaxes visibly.

Alec tries to keep the horror off his face as Magnus pets the bug- and poison-type Pokémon, the freaking spider that is now cozying up to him.

“She, right. Sorry,” Alec corrects. He’s trying, he really is, and Magnus is being so patient with him while he un-learns everything he had driven into him for years about the way people and Pokémon should coexist. Until recently, the closest Alec came to actually bonding with his Pokémon was when he spoiled his favorite flying-types by letting them spread their wings once in a while.

Magnus smiles at him. “It’s quite alright, darling.”

Alec hasn’t been traveling with Magnus for very long, and he isn’t sure if Magnus is flirting or just being nice, but the nickname never fails to give Alec butterflies in his stomach. He could ask, something tells him that Magnus wouldn’t mind even if Alec is reading into it all wrong, but he can’t bring himself to risk it. A few times so far they had to share a bed and woke up curled around each other, and it was so nice. Alec wants to wake up wrapped around Magnus forever.

“Alexander? You okay?” Magnus asks, his voice raised a little as if this isn’t the first time he’s said Alec’s name just now. “You zoned out for a second there.”

Alec mentally shakes himself from his ‘really wanting to date Magnus’ daydreaming. “Yeah. Sorry, I’m still getting used to all of this.” Alec isn’t sure if he means the Pokémon stuff or the Magnus stuff by ‘this’, but thankfully Magnus doesn’t ask him to clarify.

“Do you want to pet her?” Magnus asks, motioning to his Ariados who is now in Magnus’ lap, legs tucked up underneath her.

Alec hesitates. “What if I start with one of mine? Preferably one that isn’t a giant spider?”

Magnus laughs. “Fair enough. I suppose you should bond with your Pokémon before mine... though I have to say my Skitty has already taken quite a liking to you. When I first let him out earlier while you were gone he searched every room trying to find you to say hi.”

Alec should not love that thought as much as he does, the idea of something Magnus loves being attached to Alec, the idea of being an expected presence in Magnus’ life.

“I’ve taken quite a liking to him as well,” Alec admits. And to you, he thinks so hard he wonders if he can telepathically convey the thought without speaking it.

Alec looks at the six pokéballs around his belt and takes out his Cubone, who immediately goes into a fighting stance, ready for battle, eyeing Magnus’ three Pokémon warily.

“No Cubone, it’s okay. We’re not here to fight,” Alec says uncertainly. He moves to sit next to Magnus on the floor (on Magnus’ left side, so he doesn’t disturb Caterpie) and pulls a treat out from his pouch to give to Cubone. “We’re... Hanging out. I thought you might like some time out of your pokéball.”

Cubone tenses, not approaching at first.

“I’m going to have to undo the battle--focused hardwiring in all of you, aren’t I?” Magnus jokes.

Cubone eyes Magnus’ relaxing Pokémon, then Magnus, before looking back to Alec.

“I know I haven’t been a good friend to you, but I’m going to fix that. If you want,” Alec continues, holding the treat out again. This time Cubone comes up to him willingly, taking his cue from Magnus’ Ariados and situating himself in the comfort of Alec’s lap to eat it.

Alec beams, looking over excitedly to Magnus with eyes wide with surprise.

“See? What did I tell you?” Magnus smiles back. “You’re a good person, Alec. They can tell as easily as I can.”

“I-” The compliment catches Alec off-guard. “Thanks.” Real smooth, Lightwood, Alec mentally chastises himself.

They talk for a little while about a lot of things, from Pokémon to future travels to bits of their past, and Alec knows he isn’t imagining it when Magnus leans closer into his space. Then, slowly, Magnus’ arm wraps around his shoulder, fingers occasionally drifting up to play with Alec’s hair while they talk, and he doesn’t say a word, never wanting it to stop. He’s sure they’ll talk about it later, but for now he’s more than happy to simply let it happen.

Alec doesn’t realize how tired he is until his head falls to rest on Magnus’ shoulder and his eyes flutter shut. He only means to close them for a moment but between the grounding presence of Cubone in his lap, Magnus’ warmth against his side, and Skitty purring in his ear from the couch, Alec falls asleep with more comfort and hope in his heart than he’s ever felt before.

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #tsc #pokemon au #bless this prompt because I had ZERO IDEAS for insects #flufftober 2020 #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #skylar102 #ask rune

[narcissasdaffodil]

Flufftober 2020

Day 4: Fake Dating AU

This is inspired by To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (with a definite twist) I had a story idea via a dream so that’s the product of it!

Alecto is just standing by her locker, wasting time until an unexpected person comes up beside her. She hears the sound of footsteps, and turns to see Marisol who’s looking out of breath beside her. They share a couple of classes, but she has never talked to the other girl much beyond that.

“This is short notice, but could you pretend to be my girlfriend?” Marisol said, watching her carefully. Her dark eyes study Alecto, making her feel a little bit weird.

“Why me? Don’t you have other people to ask for this?” Alecto was more than a little bit apprehensive. This must be a joke! You can’t be her first choice for this kind of thing.

“Um...don’t be mad but I told Elisa that I was dating you! Someone sent out my letters, well, love letters, and she got one. We just had an awkward conversation about the letter I sent her, and she told me she was flattered but she had a girlfriend already. She asked me about my love life and I panicked and told her that I was dating you.” Marisol wouldn’t meet her eyes. “I’m so sorry to pull you into it, but yeah.”

Come to think of it, you did receive a letter a couple days ago. You haven’t have time to read it, but you definitely recognised the handwriting on it.

Alecto noticed the tall, long limbed figure of Elisa in the distance and squeezed Marisol’s hand, hoping she got the signal. She caught hold of Marisol’s chin gently, turning her head towards her, then leaning in. She felt Marisol’s lips land on hers, and she kissed back out of instinct. By some luck, they had somehow avoided clashing glasses. She felt strangely warm, in a way she hadn’t felt before. Her thoughts started to vanish, it felt comfortable as they were relatively close in height.

For your first ever kiss, this one is a pretty good one. Did she like you? She must have done, if it was love letters.

Alecto felt Marisol pull away from her and looked back at her to notice the other girl was glowing.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Marisol promptly turned and disappeared in the opposite direction.

Hang on. It might make sense to discuss this a bit. And don’t both of you have French together anyway, which is completely the other direction to the way she went? You’ll need to catch up with her at some point anyway, to iron out the details of this. You do sit together, so that might provide the perfect way to bring it up? That was definitely a lot weird. This is definitely messing with your head.

She grabbed her bag and made her way to French, waiting outside the classroom and expecting Marisol to appear at any minute. She heard the bell, then checked her watch 5 minutes later. Marisol is never late, usually. She usually beats you to class on a regular basis. That’s a little concerning. The teacher’s always late, that’s no big deal.

When class eventually starts, she hears the door open and sees Marisol rush in and take a seat next to her. For the whole class apart from group or paired activities, the other girl completely blanks her and even leaves early after class finishes. This is odd, does she have a crush on you?

The whole situation consumes her mind until lunch, where she finds a quiet spot outside to eat and read the letter itself. With some luck, she had brought it with her. It’s pretty and neat, she carefully gets it out of the envelope.

Dear Alecto,

Since I moved here all those years ago, you have been nothing but welcoming and kind to me. Ever since we were put next to each other in the seating plan back in Year 7 in English, I have admired you from afar. You don’t have a group currently but that doesn’t mean a thing. Andromeda messed up when she chose those friends of hers over you, that’s for sure.

You spend most of your time by yourself, but not in a way that makes people sorry for you. You’re quietly confident and comfortable with your own self. I always have to have someone with me, but you can spend time alone without being scared of it which I admire. I base so much of my self worth on being with other people, and spend so much time focusing on my overall friendlessness, that I find myself being jealous of people who have actual friends.

Also you’re not alone regarding Andromeda and her friends. She bullies me also. This is meant to be a love letter but I am finding myself being able to pour my entire heart out to you. That’s another positive thing about you; I feel that I can be truthful around you and you won’t judge me.

Also you aren’t self conscious about your height or the way that you look. I’m so much shorter than the other girls which does get to me occasionally. You’re shorter than me but you own it. You don’t let people judge you either for wearing glasses. You have naturally clear skin and so pretty freckles, I’m definitely a little jealous there.

You’re pretty in your actions and the way you look, also. You know your own mind and don’t let people pressure you into stuff you don’t want to do, like wearing makeup or even dating. I let people pressure me into dating too early, and I do regret it. Something else I definitely admire is how you don’t buy into the whole ‘you need to be going to parties and drink to have fun’ and how ‘you need to have a relationship or dress up all the time no matter what’, you don’t let societal ideals change who you are.

Something else I admire is how you’re certain with what you want to do and you’re organised and a planner. It’s definitely good to have a plan for life, you want to go into medicine and become a doctor, which of course you know. I have a plan for my life which I don’t share with everyone, but this is where I pour out my heart in letter form, so I want to be a lawyer, and have a house and a cat with the person that I love in the future.

It’s hard to have a crush on you, when the chances of our paths crossing are rare. Do you know what it’s like to have a crush on someone who probably won’t love you back, but you hope and you dream that they’ll see you, more than just partners in class? Likely not. You don’t appear to concern yourself with high school dating and how dramatic it can get when it ends, or with the rumour mill.

You are beautiful and amazing and I want desperately to talk with you about more than just school related things. I want to know the true you and I want to know everything about you. You interest me as you’re the first girl I ever had a crush on, but I was put off by you being friends with Andromeda. I’ve never understood how you could stay friends with her and with Étienne, you’re nothing like either of them. You deserve a true friendship with someone who truly cares about you, and I wonder if you’ll let me be that person for you. I’m okay caring about you from afar but I wonder if we can be more than just school friends.

This letter is the only way I can articulate this, but you’ll never read it. It’s likely my feelings will stay inside me until I reread this in the future and remember the girl I loved from afar. You make me feel a little anxious and I find it hard to speak to you without becoming tongue tied, so I likely won’t ever speak this to you. You’re one of the only people who has this impact on me, and it’s a new and strange feeling.

Marisol Olivia Lopez

As Alecto finished the letter, she folded it back neatly, sliding it back into the envelope. She was absolutely speechless, a million thoughts were rushing across her mind.

She has a crush on you? How? She’s the amazing one.

She bit her lip, messing with a loose curl of dark hair. The unexpected confession caused her to blush, reading so many different things about her as a person, not just stuff related to physical appearance definitely made her have feelings she couldn’t understand.

#litg #litg marisol #marisol x mc #love island the game #litg fanfic #litgs2

[ineffably-good]

Flufftober #28: Souvenirs

Summary: Crowley doesn’t collect souvenirs. Of course he doesn’t. Souvenirs are stupid.

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Humans and their constant need for knickknacks and souvenirs was something that had long puzzled and occasionally disgusted Crowley. He didn’t understand the instinct to crowd your surroundings with cheap little pieces of plastic that served only to remind you of something you were already going to remember fondly. Does looking at a snow globe really make you more nostalgic for your trip to the beach, he wondered. Does a shot glass emblazoned with a tacky lizard really take you back to Mexico?

He thought not.

He would never stoop so low.

No, his souvenirs were entirely different.

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“When did you get this?” Aziraphale called from another room, on one of his rare visits to Crowley’s apartment in the days before Armageddon loomed.

Crowley hurriedly finished with putting the groceries away and wandered out to see what the angel was looking at now, only to find him running a hand over the eagle statue he’d liberated from the church after it was bombed. The church with the Nazis, where he’d rescued Aziraphale and Aziraphale had, in turn, saved them from incineration.

“Oh,” Crowley said. “Caught my eye when we were, you know – and I just decided that it would look nice in here.”

Aziraphale looked at him, one eyebrow raised coolly. “You stole this from a church?”

“No!” the demon said, a tad defensively. “I stole it from an exploded church. That’s entirely different.”

The angel, to his relief, laughed and didn’t press him any further, or question his explanations of why he had a piece of (formerly) consecrated statuary in his abode.

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Several years later, as Crowley moved into the bookshop, Aziraphale tried to be helpful and assist him with some of his unpacking. This quickly became problematic because the demon was almost as fussy with his belongings as the angel was, and trying to help quickly led to having orders barked at him, being handed a box and then screamed at to “no don’t touch that” or “for fuck’s sake, be careful with that angel, it’s old!” until Aziraphale finally sat back and quit.

“I think I’ll just watch, if that’s all right, my dear,” the angel said, leaning back in the armchair and whipping himself up a whiskey – no, better make that a double – and taking a deep, calming breath.

“Perfect,” Crowley said. “Company is good. Helping is not.”

Aziraphale rolled his eyes and sipped his drink. He wasn’t truly put out, though, because he enjoyed watching Crowley do almost anything, and he had to admit that a fascinating array of items were emerging from Crowley’s boxes.

“What’s that?” he asked at one point, when Crowley pulled out a hunk of what looked like iron link chain.

“Oh,” Crowley said, “that’s nothing.” He looked around for a small wooden chest he’d unpacked earlier and quickly crammed it inside, but not quickly enough to prevent the angel from catching a glimpse of a variety of odd-looking objects inside.

“No, it’s not,” Aziraphale said, “what was that? It looked like chain.”

Crowley looked at him for a long beat. “Okay,” he said finally. “It’s a piece of chain.”

“From where?”

“From the Bastille.”

Aziraphale sat up with interest. “You have a piece of the chains from the Bastille? Why?”

“Well –” the demon sputtered for a moment. “Because I’m a demon, aren’t I? Never know when you’re going to need chains. Might have to secure something. Always pays to be prepared.”

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow, but he could see the demon’s discomfort from where he was sitting, so he decided to gracefully let it go.

++

It was nearly two years later when it came up again. Both demon and angel had gradually shed many of their secrets, learning to reveal themselves, slowly and carefully, to each other. Aziraphale supposed the process would never really stop, finding new layers, peeling back the surface just a little bit more. It was almost addictive, really, the sudden surprise of finding something new about oneself that your love wanted you to open up about, the shock of pain and fear (lessened over time) wondering if this was it – the one thing that the other would not be able to accept, the one thing they would turn away or laugh at. And then the wonderful warmth and glow of being accepted, continually and constantly accepted, just as you were. It was better than any kind of drug, it was scarier and more rewarding than the highest roller coaster. It was the best kind of falling.

So when they decided to renovate the bedroom a little bit – expand the walls to make a little more space for a seating area, move Crowley’s big black wardrobe to a different wall, paint it dove gray – and the small wooden trunk appeared from its spot where it had been hidden in the corner behind the wardrobe, Aziraphale felt they’d progressed far enough that he could ask the question he’d wanted to ask at the start.

“Love,” the angel said carefully, “can you tell me about that trunk?”

Crowley sat down on the bed and looked at the item in question. It was a small, black wooden travelling chest, the old kind that were designed to be strapped on the back of a carriage and were reasonably-sized enough that they could be carried by hand if needed.

“I got it in Lisbon,” he replied evasively. “It’s old.”

Aziraphale gave him a look. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

Crowley took a deep breath and picked it up, placing it on the bed next to him. “Okay,” he said. “Come see.”

Aziraphale walked over and sat down cross-legged across from the demon and smiled encouragingly. “Only what you want to show me, of course. But it seems like it’s important to you and I’d love to know more.”

“It’s things – things I’ve collected over the years,” the demon said. “Silly stuff, mostly.”

Crowley opened the lid. Inside were a hodge-podge of items, none of which made any initial sense to the angel from his vantage point.

The demon started with the chain segment, which was on top. “Already know about that one,” he said, laying it aside.

The next thing he pulled out was a piece of charred wood, about the length of his hand. “This…” he cleared his throat, nervously, “this is from the fire, at Glastonbury, where I pulled you out at the last moment.”

Aziraphale blinked, utterly surprised.

Crowley laid it carefully on the bed next to the chains. He pulled out a small bundle of red cloth and unwrapped it carefully, revealing an ivory-colored hunk. “This is a tooth from the big wolf that almost ate you in Germany in the 1100s.”

Aziraphale reached out and touched it, curious. “I’d forgotten about that. You saved me, ran him through just as he was landing on top of me.”

“Yep.” Crowley refused to look up. He continued to finger through the contents of the box, trying to decide what to pull out next. He came up with an old-fashioned metal pomander, a small silver sphere full of holes, with what looked like an ancient crumble of herbs and flowers inside it. It was attached to a long slender chain.

“This,” he said, “is from the fourteenth fucking century, when you got the plague.”

“I didn’t get the plague,” Aziraphale admonished.

“Oh, didn’t you?” Crowley said hotly. “Ran around helping and healing everyone until you were literally fainting on your feet left and right, drained all of your grace, then showed up at more door literally swaying and moaning about how you didn’t feel so good? You definitely got the plague. You just didn’t die because you weren’t human. But I had to nurse you back to health for almost two weeks, you fucking idiot.”

Aziraphale fidgeted his hands; he had to admit his memory was rather fuzzy on that whole point, but the demon’s words had a ring of truth to them. It sounded like exactly what he would have done. And there was a suspicious two week break in his memory of that time.

“Still a sore point, then, is it?”

“Damn straight,” Crowley said. “Why do you think I hated the fourteenth century so damn much?”

“Oh,” Aziraphale said. He reached out and took the pomander and took a sniff of it, then sneezed explosively. “Well that was foolish of me,” he said ruefully.

Crowley grinned a little, but his eyes looked oddly vulnerable.

“So, Crowley, my dear,” Aziraphale said softly. “Are you telling me that you’ve been saving something from each and every time you’ve rescued me? For all these years?”

Crowley blushed. Watching a demon blush, Aziraphale had discovered, was an unmitigated pleasure. For all his swagger, Crowley was incredibly easily embarrassed, and he blushed beet red from his hairline down to his collar when he felt exposed.

“Perhaps,” he finally mumbled. “Just, you know, something to remind me that you’re a bloody moron and I better keep an eye on you.”

Aziraphale laughed softly, not fooled for one minute. “I don’t think that’s the reason,” he said.

“What do you know? You’re the angel who got the plague, for fuck’s sake.”

Aziraphale smiled and leaned in to kiss the demon soundly. “Well thank you for showing me your souvenirs, love… it’s wonderful to see them!”

“For heav – for hell—for Satan’s sake, they are not souvenirs, angel!” the demon snapped. “Souvenirs are stupid, tacky little coasters and keychains made in china and weird hats that don’t fit anyone right. I do NOT collect souvenirs.”

“Of course not, my mistake,” the angel said soothingly.

“These are my memories, that’s all.”

“That’s good enough for me, dear.”

Crowley snapped the box closed again. “All right, enough of that. Let’s get that wardrobe shifted, ok?”

Aziraphale let himself be distracted, knowing full well that he was going to ask the demon to show him the rest of the box at the next possible opportunity. He had learned, through six millennia, to be quite patient in his pursuits. He knew he would get there eventually.

[banesapothecary]

flufftober day 29:  glitter

I’m captivated by you, baby

read on ao3

“Can I paint your nails?” The question caught him off guard.

He looked up in the bathroom mirror and met Alec’s eyes. His boyfriend stood at the threshold, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What?” Magnus asked softly, eyebrow raised.

“I used to paint Izzy’s when we were kids,” Alec explained with a shrug. He uncrossed his arms to run a hand through his already tousled hair, the image sending a surge of fond warmth through Magnus’s chest. “It helped me focus or calm down if I was anxious about something.”

Magnus stood and stepped closer, fingers ghosting over Alec’s side. “Are you anxious about something right now?” he asked, searching his eyes with what he was sure was obvious concern.

“Yeah,” Alec breathed, bringing his own arms to rest on Magnus’s waist. “But it’s just stuff with the Clave. Nothing bad, I promise.” Magnus noted the darker than usual circles under his eyes, the tired, distant look in his unwavering gaze. He supposed he could have said something about Alec overworking himself and needing to take a break every now and then and not letting the Clave work him into more exhaustion, but one look at Alec told him he already knew. After all, he came home early, and he wasn’t hiding his stress.

Magnus felt a surge of pride. Not even a few months ago, Alec would have hid his stress and his anxiety and his pain for fear of being a burden. He’d come so far. He trusted that Magnus wanted to be there for him, that he wanted to help carry that burden.

Magnus nodded. “Okay. Do I get to pick the color? Or would you like to?”

Alec smiled, and Magnus was pleased to see it make it’s way to his eyes and cast out some of that exhaustion. “Can I pick?”

“Of course, darling.” Magnus pressed a kiss to his cheek and turned back to the vanity, smiling to himself as he saw the blush creeping into Alec’s cheeks in the mirror. He snapped his fingers and his collection of nail polish appeared on the counter in a flurry of blue sparks.

Alec came closer and stood in awe for a moment. “You have so many.”

Magnus laughed. “Well, I have to have a color for every occasion, now don’t I?”

“No, I suppose the High Warlock of Brooklyn can’t be seen with drab or clashing nails.” The corner of Alec’s mouth was upturned.

“Absolutely not,” Magnus scoffed. “So, Alexander, which color shall it be?”

Alec hummed, eyes skimming over the various bottles. He picked up one, a deep blue, and turned it over in his hand before putting it back. Magnus watched in amusement as this pattern continued. Alec picked up a light pink but shook his head. A green that Magnus himself hadn’t touched in who knows how many years made Alec grimace, his nose wrinkling as he shot Magnus a really? look. Magnus just grinned.

Finally Alec settled on a shade of gold with little flecks of glitter. “This one,” he said softly.

Magnus raised an eyebrow. “Any particular reason?”

Alec’s eyes met his, something Magnus couldn’t quite read in their depths. “It reminds me of your eyes,” he said, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb along Magnus’s cheekbone.

Magnus dropped his glamour, though he wasn’t sure if it was entirely by choice. He felt overwhelmed, like his heart might float up out of his chest. He said a silent prayer to every god and angel for bringing him his Alexander. He heard Alec’s intake of breath as he saw Magnus’s eyes, the smile growing on his face.

“I love your eyes,” Alec whispered. He lowered his hand to take Magnus’s, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Magnus whispered, barely trusting himself to speak.

Alec looked at him for a moment before nodding to the little bench. “Sit down,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir,” Magnus quipped.

Magnus studied Alec as he began to paint. His movements were steady and sure, as if painting someone’s nails was second nature. There was something oddly poetic about a Shadowhunter--an angelic being whose entire life was centered around fighting and demons and blood and war--being so artfully skilled at something as simple and domestic as painting someone’s nails. He smiled, imagining a younger Alec helping his little sister paint every color imaginable on her small fingers.

“What?” Alec asked, looking up and catching the weight of Magnus’s gaze.

Magnus shook his head. “Nothing in particular.”

Alec quirked an eyebrow, and Magnus was happy to notice the tension his eyes had held earlier seemed to have evaporated.

As soon as Alec finished, Magnus used a quick burst of magic to dry the nails quickly. “Hey that’s cheati--” Alec exclaimed, but Magnus cut him off, surging forwards to kiss him.

“Never mind, cheating is okay. Just this once,” Alec said breathlessly when they pulled apart.

“Shut up,” Magnus said, crashing their lips together again.

#malec fics #malec #malec fanfic #shadowhunters #malec fluff #my fic

[bytheangell]

Getaway Car

Flufftober Day 29: Cars (Read on AO3)

Maia can remember the last time she felt the urge to just run the way she does now - it was the night she first turned, scared and alone and overwhelmed.

She may not be alone now, she hasn’t been since Luke took her in, but she’s plenty overwhelmed.

Leading a pack under normal circumstances would be more than enough pressure for Maia, but rebuilding a back is a lot. It’s too much.

She manages to hold herself together the best she can, which must be better than she thinks because no one seems to suspect she’s one more question she doesn’t have the answer to away from snapping…. No one other than Simon.

Maia catches the little things here and there that Simon’s been doing - offering to grab her food, asking if she’s alright even if she lies through her teeth in response, even asking after some of the issues she’s been pressing with the Council when he’s with Alec and the others.

Today she barely has the energy to exist let alone fake any amount of cheer, so when Simon asks her how she’s doing she shrugs and manages what she hopes is a convincing deflection of “I’m managing.”

Simon’s face immediately turns serious, his brows pinching together in concern, a frown replacing the smile of his friendly greeting. “What do you need me to do?” he asks.

It’s such a simple, harmless question, but it feels just as overwhelming to answer as all the others on her plate right now.

“I need to get away,” Maia says instinctively. If there’s anyone she can safely vent to it’s Simon. “I just… I just need a break. Honestly, if I had a car, and I guess technically a valid license, I would’ve been long gone by now.”

She feels guilty just admitting it, like she’s letting down everyone relying on her - Luke, the pack, Alec, Simon… herself.

“Good thing you know someone with both a license and a car. Well, a van, but still,” Simon points out. “Consider me your personal getaway car, let’s go.”

Maia could laugh at how simple he makes it sound, and she does, the laugh only making Simon frown more.

“I can’t. There’s too much to do,” she reminds him.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned since I joined the Shadow World, it’s that there’s always too much to do. Someone can cover for a day or two. We’re getting out of town,” Simon presses.

Maia hesitates. She doesn’t have any meetings she physically needs to be here for until Thursday… theoretically, she could…

“I can see you overthinking this,” Simon cuts off her thoughts. “You deserve a break, Maia. The wolves will survive one day without you.”

They will. She knows they will, but still…

“I can’t afford a trip right now,” she excuses. She’s put all her funds into the pack and into building Taki’s. “Maybe next month.”

“Who needs money?” Simon asks. “We can… go camping. Or I can ask Luke if we can go up to the farmhouse for a night or two.”

The idea sounds nice, actually, and no matter how hard she tries she can’t think of any other valid excuses to say no.

“Okay. Ask Luke - I think I need my escape to include a proper bed, not a forest floor,” she suggests.

Simon does, and a few minutes later he’s hanging up the phone with a grin on his face and a timeframe for them to throw an overnight bag together and go pick up the keys to the farmhouse upstate.

Bat agrees to watch over the pack stuff for a day and thanks Simon profusely for getting her to agree to a day off, something Bat’s been trying to do lately as well.

It’s perfect. They drive with the windows down, singing to songs on the radio at the top of their lungs, laughing and sharing ridiculous stories after making a strict ‘No Business Talk’ rule.

The fall is starting to shift to winter with a bit of a bite to the crisp late November air. They spend a lot of time walking around the property, with Simon telling stories of the times he and Clary would spend here during their childhood summers growing up, and Simon takes her to a favorite local diner for dinner before they retire for a movie. It turns out her ‘proper bed’ request from earlier wasn’t necessary, since they both fall asleep curled against each other on the sofa.

Maia feels more refreshed than she imagined possible when they return to the city - and with a clearer head and a calmer mind, she actually feels capable of tackling the onslaught of work ahead of her.

The next time she feels like she needs a break, Simon's there again, this time with two train tickets for a snowy mountain getaway (because, to quote Simon, “we will absolutely die if I try to drive this van in actual snow up a mountain). Neither of them knows how to ski but Simon convinces her to try snow tubing, which is equal parts fun and terrifying, complete with warm cocoa by the fire after she overturns and faceplants into the freezing cold snow.

There’s a moment where Simon shifts closer to her and their conversations falls quiet. She thinks just maybe he’s going to kiss her - but then he leans away again. Maia bites down on her lower lip as she considers her next words carefully.

“You know,” she starts. “I don’t regret the way we ended things. It’s what I needed, back then, but-” she hesitates. “But I think maybe we deserve a second chance.”

It’s a gamble, and she can only hope that if he doesn’t agree it doesn’t ruin the friendship they’ve kept going through it all.

“That isn’t why I’m doing this,” Simon tells her. “You don’t owe me anything more for being a good friend.”

It’s so like Simon too, even as she’s the one making the suggestion, check in on her own feelings and motivations, to be the one reassuring her. She wonders why she ever let him go in the first place, honestly, because he’s damn near perfect as far as (potential) boyfriends are concerned.

“I know,” she says. “And I don’t feel like I owe you anything. I know you’re only doing this because you’re a good person, and a great friend, and you don’t expect anything in return. I’m not- that isn’t why I’m saying it. I’ve been thinking about it for a little while now. I mean, we ended things on good terms, right? And we were good together. It wasn’t the right time for me, but now…” Maia trails off, wondering if she’s totally off-base here.

When she looks back up from where her gaze drifted down towards her hands while she spoke, she sees Simon grinning that wide, contagious grin of his that wrinkles the skin along his cheeks.

“We were, weren’t we?” Simon echoes back. And this time he does lean in, giving her plenty of time to reconsider, not that she’s going to. She meets him halfway and as their lips touch again she melts into it, into the calming, grounding presence of Simon, and it feels like coming home.

#saia #simon lewis #maia roberts #shadowhunters #did i mention cars once then never again #yes maybe #but we're stretching today okay it's my birthday let me have this #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #flufftober 2020 #long post

[narcissasdaffodil]

Flufftober 2020

Day 2: First Meeting

This is another AU fic. I wanted to do something a little different instead of taking from my fic, so this is another coffee shop AU, so enjoy this!

Alecto’s thoughts disappear from her head as she hears the sound of footsteps approaching her. She was aware she would likely need to give up some space,deciding to check through one of Abby’s essays in a coffee shop was a good idea when she first thought of it, but now the heavens have opened outside, she’s slightly regretting her decision as the coffee shop fills up with people sheltering from the rain, along with the noise that accompanied them.

Wow! She’s gorgeous.

When footsteps stop beside her table, she looks up to see a pretty girl standing there. She had long loose ombre hair and glasses and was likely not much taller than her. She found herself staring, mesmerised by the beauty standing there. The noise of the rest of the coffee shop fell away, leaving only the two of them in silence. It feels different to usual, the silence warm and inviting. She hears the other girl clear her throat, and her cheeks flush as she realised she entirely missed what the other girl said, lost in her own fantasies.

“S...sorry. Could you repeat, please? It’s slightly loud in here so I didn’t catch that.” Her voice is soft as she looks up at the other girl, she hopes she’s loud enough to be heard. She does frequently miss stuff, her hearing isn’t the best and she does have to focus a lot to hear people sometimes.

“Could I sit here? This is the only free seat. I’ve got stuff to do anyway, so I won’t bother you.” Alecto nodded at the other girl, her words appeared to have entirely dried up in her throat. She took a sip of the drink in front of her.

She heard the chair slide out in response, the other girl sitting down. She tried to focus on the essay before her, but kept losing track mid sentence. Abby was amazing and all, but her essays were so in-depth that she regularly lost track. Why does Abby even ask you to read her stuff, anyway? You’re doing medicine, not criminology like her, and she’s so talented that she doesn’t technically need a second opinion.

The pretty girl sitting across from her definitely wasn’t helping her focus in the slightest. She hoped this wasn’t just another ‘Alecto crush’ as Abby termed them. A crush would easily consume her and she never would act on it, but Abby was hardly any better herself, she definitely had some variety of the weird crush thing. She had had a crush on her best friend for 3 and something years now, and was too scared to ruin what she had with Abby. They had met during sixth form, and the friendship only grew. She had needed another person there after the disastrous events of the years before that, and being trapped in a very toxic friendship group.

“I’m...I’m Alecto by the way. I know this is a weird ask, but would you mind reading over something for me? My best friend asked me to read an essay for her so she could have a second opinion and I’m struggling to process it, mainly as it’s not my speciality. It’s okay if the answer’s no, I’ll figure it out eventually, I think.” She asked, looking over her laptop at the girl across from her. Why do you keep stuttering? That’s supposed to have been in the past years ago! Alecto fiddled with her hair, curling a chunk of it around her fingers.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Marisol. I’d be fine with checking over it for you, that doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I was only planning to read a book, anyway, so there’s nothing urgent for me to complete.” Marisol smiled at her, resting her hand on the table. How lucky! Yay. That’s such a pretty name.

She scrolled back up to the top of the essay then handed her laptop over to Marisol.

“That’s such a pretty name! I hope you have more luck with it than I did, maybe as I’m doing medicine myself, Abby’s essays are more difficult for me to get my head around as I’m not as familiar with the course content as she is. I’m not sure why she doesn’t just get her course mates to check through it for her, but I don’t mind that much.” She explained. You’re talking so much! Wow. What’s gotten into you?

Marisol nodded, and tapped her chin with a finger as she scanned the essay. Alecto retrieved a book from her bag to pass the time, but she kept spacing out as she was reading. Uh oh. This is definitely another ‘Alecto crush’. Yet this one is more difficult to explain, how has it happened this quickly? It did do that with Abby too, but that’s only twice in a realm of crushes.

She was finding it difficult to keep her hands still, she caught hold of her bracelet and started gently spinning it. She didn’t want to be irritating, so it was important to keep herself from fiddling or doing anything that made too much noise. Using her phone did cross her mind, but she didn’t want to appear rude.

“I think I got it. It’s exploring some of the different ways that the criminal justice system needs improvement and suggestions on how to do that. The writing itself isn’t overly accessible to people who aren’t studying something related to the criminal justice system though. I’m studying law myself, which definitely helped in understanding it, there’s definitely specific terminology which probably comes across like code to those unfamiliar with it. It’s a good essay though, people familiar with criminology or law would definitely find it accessible.” Marisol explained. “You’d think she might have helped you out a little terminology wise or at least sent you over some notes of hers. Are all of her essays slightly difficult for you to access?” In her focus, her brow was furrowed, and she was looking over her glasses at Alecto. She had a notebook open next to her with a series of neat and organised notes about the essay.

“Yes, you’re right there. It’s always confused me slightly how she asks me to read over stuff for her instead of her course mates or something, but I don’t mind that much. It does give me a good puzzle. I’ve always struggled more with feedback for her, but she’s always good with testing me if I need it, so I do it as a favour to her.” She explained. It gives you an excuse to spend time with her too. She’s your best friend, after all. Even if you’re doing completely different courses and aren’t even living in the same halls. You’re scared of losing her as you do care about her a lot.

“I also wrote a set of notes on it for you to go from in terms of feedback. You can rewrite them if you like, but I wanted to give you an extra hand. You’re a good person, though, it’s nice of you to do that for your friend. I don’t mind helping you further in the future, either.” She handed the laptop back to Alecto, placing her notebook next to it. Alecto scanned the notes, opening a separate document and typing them up. Wait. She wants to spend more time with you? But why? You’re not the most interesting person.

“R...really? You want to help me more? Thank you, though. You...you actually want to spend more time with me? I’m not used to people saying that, usually I do scare people off, not deliberately either.” She was more than a little bit flustered, feeling herself blush again. She wasn’t usually this much of a mess, but crushes caused her to lose all usual sensibilities. She didn’t make eye contact with Marisol, hoping desperately the other girl wasn’t playing a prank on her.

“I mean it. I’ve seen you a couple of times around campus and for some reason I feel drawn to you. That, and I want to learn how to take good photos and Abby told me you’re very talented. She gushes about you all the time. We’re on the same floor in halls, so we became quite close. I appear to have ended up with a group of flatmates from my worst nightmares, apart from Abby, so we’ve just bonded through that.” Marisol explained. To Alecto’s surprise, she seemed serious, and was actually blushing. How can being around you of all people make someone blush? She knows Abby, so that’s something positive, Abby doesn’t tend to be friends with just anyone.

Marisol reached over the table and took Alecto’s hand in hers, rubbing the back of her hand in a circle. She felt herself relax, aware that she was likely blushing even more. She felt a warm feeling that was more than a little bit unfamiliar to her.

“Okay. I’ll teach you then. We probably need to exchange numbers or something, maybe social media?” She retrieved her phone from her bag, feeling Marisol let go of her other hand. She clicked onto her Instagram account, handing her phone over to Marisol. When she was done, she took her phone back, feeling it buzz with a message. She checked it, finding herself unable to concentrate fully and having to reread it multiple times. Her mind was consumed by a strange warm feeling that was unfamiliar to her.

#litg #litg marisol #litg fanfic #love island the game #litgs2 #flufftober 2020 #bubblelaureno