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Pairing: Soft! Bucky × fem reader! Pregnant
Summary: it's been a good three months since you broke up with your asshole of a boyfriend. Almost 4 months pregnant and working from home leaves you little time to indulge in your cravings but when you smell a divine smell from the next door new neighbour whom you haven't even seen yet, you can't help but go ask for some. Who can stop a pregnant woman from eating what she wants?!
If this isn't hell, what is?! This smell has been taunting you for over a good 30 minutes and you're loosing your mind! Maybe you can go and ask for some. You can't just barge in for food like that! But you can't leave it alone either. So ofcourse, like a good lil' pregnant woman you had to go and bother the nice neighbours. How do I know which neighbours? Well, what do you think I've been doing for the past 30 minutes?! Snooping, of course.
Two knocks and a little bang later, Bucky sighs and finally leaves his cooking to go see who's at the door. He would've never expected a gorgeous but panicked and pregnant young woman standing there with a plate. The moment he opened his door, in proper american terms, you literally went off your rocker.
"Ummh, I was just going to knock once but then you didn't come so I knocked again and then I got anxious, cause like I have bad anxiety, like bad bad anxiety and so I just kicked the door once, sorry about the kick though. I just wa-"
"Hey, hey. It's okay, just breathe. You're okay, alright?"
You nod slowly with a sigh of relief and then smile sheepishly.
"Sorry about that. Uhmm, I just smelled something really good and I had to come ask for some of it! What is it that you're making?"
Bucky laughs softly. Hearing you talk like that about nice and mudane things, oh, he's missed this normal interaction. Ever since he's shifted, he has been couped up in his own apartment for over a week now, and then all of a sudden, this adorable babe comes asking for a helping of his latkes and the world feels warm again.
"Of course, I'll get you some. You wanna come in and see?"
You nod in excitment. Oh! He's very nice, way nicer than your shit piece of a boyfriend. You trod after him slowly, looking around only to find a simple apartment with not much of a personal touch. Frowning a little, you keep pace with your neighbour.
"I'm making latkes actually, they're simply put, potato pancakes, like fritters. C'mon, I can give you some for yourselves and your husband."
Bucky hums softly putting the latkes on your plate but when he looks up he sees you fidgeting and staring at the wall behind his head.
"Hey, you okay? Did I say something wrong?"
You swallow thickly to avoid crying. Pregnancy hormones suck! Clearing your throat you mention.
"I don't have any husband. I threw my last boyfriend's clothes in the building trashcan three months ago.", finishing with your clarification, you smile a wide one.
Bucky tries to hide his surprise at her revelations, you certainly sounds happy to have thrown the clothes in trashcan, he won't ruin it for you by asking useless questions.
He smiles back at you and says softly, "My bad. Then I gues it's more for you and the little one, eh?"
It was a fun evening for you. Eating a full plate of latkes and watching shows. A good end to the weekend you'd even say. But this morning has been annoying as fuck. Having a deadline to meet is already work enough, but now you've to do your laundry too because of course, you forgot to do it this weekend!
You huff and kick the dryer in irritation. Just bloody speed up, you little tin can!
"Are you planning to break it, doll?"
You gasp and turn around quickly. Your new neighbour looks good in almost everything. And right now he's looking very good in a black shirt and blue jeans. As you both stare at each other, for some reason you both start laughing.
"I'm Bucky by the way, you were more focused on the latkes yesterday, we didn't get to sharing names at all."
You flush at that but you know he's right. So, you chuckle and offer your name.
"That's a lovely name, doll. You look like you almost done with all that. What me to carry them up the stairs for you?"
"No, it's okay. I'll..", looking at the laundry basket you sigh, "...do it myself."
Bucky has never seen someone so adorable. The way she's so full of expressions and life, it's beautiful. He smiles softly, something he's been doing a lot since yesterday evening, and offers again.
"Hey, I live next door. It's no bother at all, unless you don't wanna walk with me?", he teases lightly.
You smile but give in easily.
It's been a good 3 weeks since you've known Bucky and you two are almost always spending your free time together. He cooks for you often saying he likes to cook anyway. You both have been have become really good friends and you live every second of it.
Her name's Kristen. Her eyes remind you of your mother so much that the name seems too fitting. Bucky's been a great help. You've come to trust him so much so that for the past two month since Kristen's birth he's even been sleeping on your couch often to help with the baby. You two are friends, but the amount of trust, feelings and care you both have for each other seems more than platonic. You've seen Bucky look at you and Kristen like you both are his whole world and frankly he's a big part of yours too.
"She's sleeping?"
"Yes, just put her to bed. How are you?"
"I'm alright, doll. Are you tired?", when you shake your head he continues, "here, I though I'd bring dinner. It's been long since you had latkes, don't you think?", he smiles lazily.
You chuckle and nod excitedly.
"How's the article coming along, doll? Made any progress?"
"Wish I did. I just need to uncoil you know? I've just been too tense for last few weeks." , and really horny but I can't say that to you just like that, can I?
Bucky looks at you intensely and hums audibly. You stare back, effortlessly and he looks away while walking to the kitchen counter with a small secretive smile. These staring matches have been getting frequent since the last month, sharing the apartment at frequent intervals has changed something between you two and given the stares, you both know it too.
Taking out the plates you put them on the table, all the while Bucky's watching you intensely and you know it. He comes towards you, still staring, but ends up taking out the sauce from the refrigerator beside you.
You are about to open the container to serve the latkes when suddenly his hand brushes yours as he puts the bottle of sauce beside the plates.
You freeze, breathing in sharply. Bucky's still watching you carefully, although the little smirk tells he did that on purpose; but you already know that, don't you?
"What are you trying, Bucky?"
"What, doll? Something the matter?", he smirk grows as he plays pretend.
Weeks of tension and suppressed sexual desire make you throw out caution right out of the bloody window. You pull him by his hair and kiss him roughly, all the while Bucky's participating eagerly.
Without wasting anytime, you both undress each other rapidly as he guides you to the couch, still kissing you deeply. Long minutes of hot passion, moaning, withering and grinding later, you pant harshly and mention "Condom?"
As Bucky extends his hand to bring his pants near, you bite his left cheek softly, "You had this planned you bastard, didn't you?"
He laughs roughly taking out the condom, "I've had enough of the staring, doll. Had to nudge you a little, love."
You both laugh softly as he rolls the condom over. Moaning into his skin as he enters you think, maybe you've finally reached you're happy ending, before loosing your mind to the inescapable passion again.
I would love a very pregnant reader (single, shit ex is out of picture for good) to smell something SO amazing her neighbor is making, her hormones cant hold her back she HAS to know what hes making. She waddles over with a little plate and shyly knocks on his door to ask for a little taste. Bucky thinks shes the most adorable thing hes ever seen as she waddles back to her place, content with his generous portion. It starts off as sweet and platonic and develops into a loving relationship where they also have their own babies together as well
Hi there!
Such a cute premise but I don’t write about pregnancy- sorry!
Pairing: Ransom × female reader
Character taken from: Knives out
Summary: Ransom is an asshole and you can't be kind to him at all for some reason. You've dealt with arrogant people for a good part of your life. But he just make you loose your cool from your fiery personality- not that there was much to start with. And...you finally find out just what makes him shut up.
Warning: Smut, swearing, a little immoral (but hey, as long as it gets u off), illicit mentions.
Please do not blog or repost. Do NOT copy my work. Please reblog, like and comment as you read.
Ransom has always been an asshole; angry and entitled, so much so that he almost ended up in jail. Technically, he did end up in jail, he just never reached there. Accidental swerving of the federal car and his disappearing right after the crash was all just a lovely coincidence- or so the feds think, maybe they won't use the word lovely though.
Settling in when he had no money or taste for cheap stuff was hell, correction- it's still hell. He'll just have to wait it out, maybe Marta will just die. Infact given his family's behaviour she will die anyway and so would her immediate family- just to make sure, it just won't be accidental. Then he can return for his cut, liquidify his assets, get his Beemer back and come live in Europe the life he likes.
Solid plan. Except he can't help but feel like killing certain someone here too and gods help him, very intimately. His bare hands, if he can use them. The woman across his pathetic apartment- if it can even be called one, is a bloody nightmare. A very fuckable nightmare but hells he can't handle her. A fuckable nightmare that is walking right towards him.
You are irritated beyond limits, this asshole has been living across you for over a month and has done everything in his power to burn and boil your blood whenever possible which for him is apparently 24×7.
"Did you really throw coffee in my mail box, you bloody cunt?"
"Now don't go calling me names, sweetheart. People might start seeing just how much you're into me-"
"You slimy motherfucker. I swear to god, Randall-"
With a frown he corrects you by interrupting and inserting, "Ransom, it's Ransom darling. Not like you don't know it."
"Oh, Go fuck yourself Ronny."
"Woman, really! You pull shit like this and then ask why did I throw coffe in your-"
"What do you mean 'shit like this'- not pronouncing your name right, because I don't fucking know it?! "
"I literally JUST told you!"
"STOP YELLING YOU TWO BLOODY YOUNGLINGS!"
Scared shitless of the new voice reaching your ears you turn towards Ms Robinson standing outside her apartment, holding a fork very tightly.
"Go away, you old hag-"
Your eyes widen as Ransom being Ransom deals with situation in the worst style.
"Now liste' here, you goo' for nothin' douche bag, shut up and fuck off. You ruining my Saturday. I hear yelling again and I'll lighta yo ass and yo' home on fire."
You burst out laughing the moment the hurricane of a woman leaves the hallway. Ransom changes his shock into a scowl as he looks at you.
"Everybody knows not to mess with that woman. Where's have been living? Oh god, that was fucking funny, shit!"
You shriek when Ransom grabs your hair and pulls your back into his chest by your hair.
"I've been living right here, arguing my head off with another woman of somewhat similiar temperament. You wanna laugh some more sweetheart?"
His smug tone fires up your temper and you headbutt him into his shoulder, cursing he leaves your hair giving you the space to turn and slap him, hard.
Silence and tense suffocate you as you prepare mentally for his reaction. This has gone too far anyways. But hells you couldn't have prepared for that.
Ransom pulls you by the hair and kisses you harshly. You can't make sense of anything but the fact that you want to kiss him back just as hard, so you do. You rip his jumper off of his shoulder right there in the hallway and he tears off your sleeves. Pulling his hair, you drag him in more and bite his lip. Ransom moans and grabs your hips tight enough to bruise.
This doesn't feel like sex, it feels like much, much, much more fucking intense. It's consuming you both. Suddenly, a sliver of doubt creeps in from somewhere. This is bloody Ransom. And he hates you like you hate him. Coming to your senses, you try to push Ransom off. It doesn't move him a bit but he stops and steps back. Breathing heavily, both of you panting from sexual tension, minimal control and hormones look at each other.
"Do you want to stop, darling?"
There is that word again. Bloody names, but he calls you all of them just to mock you, right? How is he not thinking anything but about sex right now. Does he even give a fuck who he's sleeping with? Of course, not. He'll fuck you just like he fucks every other girl he brings over. But they don't have to live across him, none of them do. So they'll be fine, you won't though.
Sighing, you hug yourself with your arms and nod.
"Yeah, let's not do something this stupid. It was a mistake.", Just to appear nonchalant you add, " and don't pour fucking coffee in my mail box again for fuck's sake, Ransom."
Trying your best to appear indifferent under his intense and curious gaze you walk back to your apartment calmly and lock the door.
Now you want to fuck him too before you kill him, great! But what's the harm ? You can fuck him, what gives? Not like he will act any different, you can do that too. You both will fight like petty idiots but it'll probably end up in good sex atleast. What's the loss?
You open your door to go knock on his while you still have your courage but his smug smile and broad shoulders flare up your temper and take your breath away at the same time.
"I knew you'd come, darling. You just can't avoid playing with fire, can you? Can't admit that you I affect you at all, except your obvious attraction which you never shy of. Leaving no weakness in the open."
"What? You my social worker now?"
Ransom laughs but looks at you with pure hunger, just like you very much are looking at him.
"No darling, I just wanna fuck you. You?"
"Same, darling. I just wanna fuck you too."
"You! Hells."
Still laughing, he takes lengthy strides and pulls you in by the neck for another bruising kiss. You don't disappoint either and pull his hair just like you did a minute before. Kissing and biting softly you both stumble to your apartment shutting the door after.
Before you can break off to take your top off, he rips it off.
Oh, so this is how we're playing.
Without hesitation, you tear his t-shirt off backed by your aderaline flow. Moaning and kissing, your hands roam over his chest and abs as you push him inside your bedroom.
"Bed, now."
"Ordering me around, sweetheart?"
"You want me to grab a condom or not? Don't be sarcastic cunt everytime you open your mouth."
"Oh, I'm opening this mouth for your sarcastic cunt tonight. And I doubt you have a condom my size."
"Cocky, are we?"
He smirks and says, "Literally. Check my pants if you doubt."
"Lying doesn-, holy sh-" , he is huge in a I'll-fill-you-just-the-right-size.
Breathing a long one, you say, "Okay, I'm clean and on pill. You?"
"Clean. You sure you want me to fuck you bare?"
Calming your jitters, you fire back, "Who says you're the one fucking?"
"Oh darling, there's no doubt."
Before he can move you grab him the hair and kiss him with tongue. Pushing him on the bed, you straddle him and grind down his length slowly. He breathes out harshly, grabbing your hips and flipping you on your back.
Kissing, biting, nipping, he covers your shoulders and chest and then reaches your glistening pussy.
"Your sarcastic pussy ready, darling?"
"If you don't drop your asshole attitude for a minute, I swear I will tie you to the bed and and ride you till I come but leave you unfinis- oh fuc!"
"Ever tire of threatning people, babe?"
"Fuck y- Ahh, oh godddd."
You back arches off the bed as he licks with no reserves. His lengthy and forceful stokes are making your toes curl as you softly curse grabbing his hair. This whole thing is so intense that you can't think beyond this bloody pleasure. And when you feel so close, you can't help but beg.
"Ransom, please. I'm close! Oh god, yes, there!"
Your breathing turns harsh as your toes dig into the matteress and your back arches higher but Ransom holds down your hips by your thighs, intensifying the pleasure and you come so hard that you're trembling with sheer pleasure.
"No more threats, love?"
So out of it all, that you don't even notice the sliver of gentleness in his tone or his words. Opening your eyes you stare at him and you tell him the first thing that pops in your head.
"Fuck you."
He laughs and shakes his head at your choice of curse.
"Ironically, you are."
"I thought you were the one going to fuck."
He raises an eyebrow still laughing, " You never step back from having the last word, do you?"
"And you clearly like to hear yourself talk, now lay down and let me ride you."
"Oh, we still debating tha-"
Without waiting for him to complete, you kick his shin lightly and push his chest hard enough to send him on his back while he's distracting speaking. Straddling him again, you take his cock in your hands and pump him firmly.
"No, no debate. I am riding you, babe."
You both moan as his cock enters your soaked pussy. Bracing your hands on his thighs, you start moving rhythmically. Panting, moaning, cursing you both move against each other, sweat covering your bodies and tension climbing your veins.
He touches your clit, massaging it slowly, making your eyes roll in the back of your head as you ride him faster and harder. As you explode, you grip his neck softly, clenching your walls around his cock as tight as you can as you bend down to bite his earlobe. He growls and flips you over in a second and slams into your pussy hard and rough. You moan out loud as he streches out your orgasm, still shivering, as he pumps into you chasing his release, you bite his shoulder as you feel him pulse. He comes within a second.
You both catch your breath as he kisses your forehead.
Yeah, sex definitely isn't a bad way to end fight.
Main pairing: Will Graham × female reader
Summary: Will plans to escape federal custody to gather evidence to prove his innocence but he needs help, more importantly he needs you. So much so, that you don't get to decide if you want to come with him or not.
Warnings: Smut, 18+, mentions of murder, psychiatric facilities and breaking law.
Writer's note: Just a little dark fluff cause I had to write something on Will Graham!
Please don't repost/edit/ blog this story. Do NOT copy my work. Feel free to like, comment and reblog.
The intimacy knowing his mind provided, even a year in his bed couldn't. You do regret not being able to smell him though; the glass between you both hindering the magnificence of his husk, woody smell. He hates it, staying within a place where every day someone's trying to get into his head. And so do you. No matter what they say, you believe Will couldn't have possibly killed them. And it isn't blind belief in him but rather the confidence in your convictions to know his mind.
He doesn't ask it out loud, but his eyes beg you to not judge him- not for the things he says he didn't do. And maybe he knows you believe him to some extents because you're the only psychiatrist he asked for and talks to. You've visited Hannibal too. While you respect the man for his intellect, he has a peculiar aura about him. His charm, insight, love for refined taste in lifestyle and literature- his perfection. It strikes you as odd. You don't believe every accusation Will tossed at the doctor but you do believe it has some truth to it- some story.
It's cold and gloomy to walk in these halls. But you can't really complain, after all it is a psychiatric facility. Your heart beats loud at the prospect of seeing him again.
It was a shock sure- when you recieved word from Dr Chilton that Will Graham requested you to be his psychiatrist and if you're being honest, then probably more shocking than Will getting convicted. Afterall, it's been two years since you last saw Graham. The sessions have been interesting although.
He's already staring at you while you climb down the stairs. His intense stare makes your heart pump faster but you keep your face neutral.
"Hello, Will."
"Dr. L/N."
"How do you feel this morning?"
"Bitter. A little annoying too, possibly. Did you talk to Dr. Chilton about the concept of privacy?"
"He denied your claims.", then offering him a little smirk I mention, "Hoping that he'd stop monitoring our conversations as a professional courtesy or even moral obligation is too much in his case. So, I believe he's still listening in."
Will chuckles and a familiar softness enters his gaze for a moment, reminding you of the times you used to live together.
"Of course, Doctor."
Before your blank mask cracks you push the conversation into safer territory.
"They told me you'd be taken into federal custody this coming Monday?"
"Yes, doc. They denied my plea for insanity."
You observe his face for any clues and you find something you wish you didn't. He can see the moment of clarity, the moment you realise why he's fine with the idea of going to prison for crimes he never claimed as his own despite the evidence against him and he smiles.
You have known for a while that he was leaning towards manipulation. Baiting fish with baits he had never revealed before, you knew for a while that his desperation for someone to believe him, combined with his resentment for the doctor was changing him. But you were sympathetic, you felt it in you that he didn't do it. But now, you're conflicted.
You can't stay quiet. But you have no evidence to support your claim either. Not like you'd give him up just like that. Somewhere within, you know you can't really help him, not with what he really needs the help. It's not his mind that's the issue, it never was. He always has been a man aware of every crook and cranny of his own mind. He was either being framed or he commited every crime in complete concious, but knowing Will like you did, you knew it was the former.
"Will. I would ask you to rethink over your subjective decisions once again."
"I take objectivity in consideration just as much as subjectivity while deciding, doctor. I'm okay with it. Atleast I won't be listened in on every damn second."
His tone is filled with conviction. You know you can't change his mind. Before you can say anything he slowly brings his fingers outside the bars, giving you time to decide if you want to move forward or not. You do. You cover the steps to the bars and reach with your own hand. Shudders go through your hand the moment they touch his.
"Why did you come, Y/N? We don't have any session anymore, doctor?"
"I-", looking at his face you know why you came, "I know you didn't do this. I wish I could help, but what I can give doesn't seem enough."
Shouts ring from the other end of the hallway, telling you to step back. Looking in his eyes, beautiful blue, you tell him one last thing.
"I know. And I understand."
You know he knows what you were talking about the moment his eyes show warmth and turn glassy.
They escort you out of the hall and you leave willingly, still reeling from the intensity of possibly your last encounter with the man you have loved for so long.
Spending the rest of the week with a restless energy because of knowledge you weren't supposed to have irks you. But you worry if he'll be okay? Or if he'll make matters worse if he failed?
Monday is filled with appointments and sessions for you, leaving you too busy to think of Will. The thought creeps out often from the back of your mind but you push it back nonetheless. He will be okay. It's his business anyway, who can say you had any idea of his potential escape anyway. You weren't his psychiatrist anymore, nor are you his lover. You don't need to worry.
Deciding to spend your lunch hours at home, looking over your garden- you drive home. It's quiet here, like usual. Your fingers tremble from time to time when you think of Will, hoping to whatever god that listens that he is atleast alive and okay.
Walking in through your door, you drop you keys on the counter top, taking off your heels. So lost in your thoughts that you miss his smell as he creeps behind you. Freezing when you hear a gun being cocked, you turn around slowly.
"Will."
If it's a plea or relief, you can't tell yourself.
"Well atleast you escaped successfully. What ar-"
"Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"Who'd have believed me?", you scoff to sound believable.
"Jack would've.", his eyes stare you down as if commanding you to tell him the truth. He knows it but he wants to hear you say it. You can see it in his lost eyes.
"I know you're not a killer. I knew escaping was your only option.", looking at his disappointed eyes you can't help but whisper the remaining truth, "And I still care about you, Will."
"Baby-", his eyes water at your admission. The hidden pain all bubbling up to surface. And your heart aches seeing his beautiful face contorted in such a painful expression.
You push his gun aside and bring your hands on his head to bring it to yours. Taking his hand, you both sit on your couch and you tuck his head in your chest as he sobs quietly for all he's gone through the past months.
Minutes later, he's kissing you with a mix of desire and desperation and you comply fervently. Kissing and tasting him like this feels so intimate yet familiar at once, like old times but much more intensified because of the renewed passion and intellectual intimacy. Your conversations with Will these past months have brought you closer to him in a way you never were with him when you two actually dated.
Tugging his hair, you moan into his mouth as he rakes his hand firmly through your hair, down to your breasts. Pressing them firmly but torturously slow he moves you into his lap. Grinding into his lap, you throw your head back as he sucks your chest through your blouse. His pants grow hotter and his grip on your hips tighter as you keep grinding down his covered length faster.
A shrill ring cuts through the lusty fog you both are lost into. You realise it's your phone. Sighing as you peel yourself from his lap while he stares at you with barely controlled desire, you retreat to your discarded handbag.
Taking out your phone, you look at him in panic.
"It's Jack. They know you've escaped. Go! Leave, Will-"
"You don't really believe I just came to ask you a question, do you?"
Realising what he's implying you stare at him in shock.
"Will, No. I can't come. Yo-"
"It isn't a choice, baby.", he slowly picks up his gun as he stands up to walk to me, "I need help and you are the only one who's willing to believe. And after what just happened, there's not just only one reason to bring you with me anymore. You're coming with me."
You sigh in defeat when you see how serious he is. It might take a long while to change his mind. But it seems he knows you'd fight back because next you know he's knocking you on the back of your skull and everything turns black.
"Ocean Nora" - a Rizzles story par excellence
Title of Fic: "Ocean Nora"
Author: KathleenDee
Fandom/Pairing: "Rizzoli & Isles", Maura Isles and Jane Rizzoli ("Rizzles")
TW: /
Rating: M
Synopsis: Set in the canonical Rizzoli & Isles universe, this story is a Jane and Maura love story worth reading. Maura is the one here who finally makes a tentative move - and Jane finds herself wondering... When they finally acknowledge that there is more between them than "just friendship", they decide to take things slow but explore their romantic feelings for one another after years of not giving in to temptation.
"Ocean Nora" beautifully explores the main character's feelings, their thoughts, their actions. It is incredible how the author managed to get not only Jane and Maura just right, but also all the side characters that appear throughout the story. It is full of warmth, fluff, but also some slightly angsty moments. The slow-burn here is written exquisitely well, you find yourself rooting for the detective and the medical examiner so much it makes you forget everything else around you.
Also, the way the author writes about Jane's cases and Maura's autopsies is utterly brilliant, they're woven into the plot seamlessly, it's basically like watching Rizzoli & Isles on TV only better because we get the love story we're all pining for!
I found myself wishing more than once that KathleenDee could have been an actuall screenwriter for the show cuz "Ocean Nora" would actually be the perfect take on Rizzles!
I'm still a little speechless about the way the fic writer poured her heart and stoul into this story. The time and effort writing this gem of a story must have taken up - I'm in awe and I'll never cease to be madly in love with this brilliant, heartwarming piece of writing.
Please note that while this fic is currently not finished, you get 45 chapters of absolute quality content that will keep you up well into the night - I just could not tear myself away from it. No matter if this ever again gets updated or not, if you ship Rizzles, this should be one of the fics to not miss out on.
"The Girl Upstairs" - a Slow-Burn deliciously put together, served with some extra layers of angst, fluff, banter and seasoned with sexiness ;)
Title of Fic: "The Girl Upstairs"
Author: laok
Fandom/Pairing: "Grey's Anatomy", Arizona Robbins/Calliope Torres
Synopsis: Callie and Arizona are both 2nd-year-med students living in the same house off-campus during university terms. They do not get along at first - like, at all. Arizona lives upstairs from Callie and their first encounter happens when she throws a very loud student party, making Callie race upstairs and complain about the noise. Knowing our fierce ladies, it's not suprising that Arizona does not only not back off, but that they enter some kind of weird, but incredibly well written and believable "Who can annoy the sh*t out of the other one more thoroughly"-competition, with Callie watching horror movies as loud as possible during the most inconvenient hours and Arizona playing Disney songs at full volume. They develop very creative insults to haul at each other, their fights becoming a seemingly never-ending source of amusement to their respective friend-groups. However, they both share a passion the other one does not know about (because, like aforementioned, they are too busy getting on each other's nerves and behaving like rabid dogs whenever they encounter each other): They love to cook, with Callie even secretly running her own quite successful "Students-on-a-Budget"-specialized cooking blog she takes great pride in. When a nice stranger starts to leave encouraging comments on her blog regularly, Callie finds herself able to open up a little, although she is still going through a tough healing process after several heartbreaks she had to endure. "C" and "A" start to exchange e-mails, while Callie and Arizona find themselves trapped in a very uncomfortable situation when in one of their classes, they are paired as lab-partners and forced to work together. What begins as a total disaster, though, seems to very slowly unfold into something much more pleasant, maybe even... well, pleasurable?
I love me a good slow-burn and this one really manages to have it all: the enemies-to-lovers arc simply makes the pining, the yearning, the questioning, the misunderstandings between these two even more intense and the author of this fic has really done justice to both characters, managing to let them be very much Callie and Arizona while developing her very own, original story that could (and should, if you ask me!) easily be turned into a lesbian romcom with alll the right ingredients for our touch-starved souls and little hungry-for-happy-ends-hearts. Yes, it is a veery slow slow-burn, but that's exactly what makes this piece of fiction so special because of the way we really get to know Callie and Arizona on a deeper level, the author doing such a great job of giving insight to their fears, hopes and thoughts. I'll definitely enjoy this one again!
Rating: M
Let's do this till 2am
cmon girlies we’re picking out a 10k+ single chapter fic on ao3 to read stomach down head turned towards our phones held next to our pillows as we move only our thumbs to scroll until our sedatives knock us out
Rush ii.
He does not flinch while you disinfect his wound. There’s no reaction. Normally you’d expect a person to hiss in pain at the uncomfortable stinging sensation created by the alcohol cleansing the wound. But he does not react, he does not move. It’s almost as if he doesn’t feel any of it at all. Staring at your hands moving, his eyes seem incredibly emotionless, almost lifeless. He doesn’t seem to be at all alarmed at the severity of his wounds. You wonder would his face be the same even if he was bleeding out on the ground?
You should be running for your life. But instead here you are – treating the wounds of a potentially dangerous stranger. Yet you cannot ignore someone in such state, your naïve kindness forces you to stay and act. The air is heavy and you are sweating uncontrollably, but you feel so cold from his gaze trying to not shiver while you can almost feel his breath against your skin. If not a mere lunatic, perhaps actually a murderer. You try to not think about his answer to when you asked who caused these wounds.
Moving closer to pull the bandage over the torso, you try to clear your mind of such panicked thoughts. His eyes are now glued to your face, studying it almost religiously while trying to find out every secret your eyes hide. You notice his body become stiffer as your arms envelop him and bring the bandage up to the front through his back. Stepping away, you avert your gaze to the ground, perhaps feeling a bit guilty for having breached his personal space a bit. Not like he didn’t do the same thing to you the moment you stepped in here.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you I was going to get closer,” you apologize not wanting to upset him and possibly compromising your own life. After all, he’s clearly stronger than you. No matter his injuries, you feel that he’s the one in control.
“No care,” he simply answered, ripped the bandage roll from your hands and finished the job, ”I faster.”
“Oh.”
“And better,” he added and you immediately went red in the face.
Why did he let you do all of that then? Dumbfounded and confused, you just freeze up with your hands in the air as they were previously holding the bandages. True to his words, he quickly corrects your mistakes and dresses the rest of the wounds up by himself. Was there perhaps something more to his lifeless gaze when you were bandaging him up? Maybe a little hint of mischief and enjoyment he saw when you made a fool of yourself in front of him.
“Then why…” shame and slight annoyance mix in your voice.
“Fun watching you,” he says with a malicious grin forming on his face. You swear you’d punch him if he wasn’t injured and possibly dangerous. Feeling your eyes sting and slightly water, you avoid eye contact. Rather not risking your fate, you clench your fists behind your back, digging nails into your skill. The pain calms you a little.
“Okay,” you take a deep breath in in an attempt to steady your voice, “Then I’ll be on my way if I’m not needed.”
Struggling to even look back at him after you’ve just been ridiculed by trying to even help him, you turn on your heel to leave the bathroom. As you grab the door handle, you feel a stronger force push you back. The door opens, hitting your head you stumble back in confusion.
Ah, you remember, these were the men’s toilettes.
A hunk of a man is staring back at you in bewilderment. His large build and weathered face exudes slightly more fear in you than the smaller bloodied lunatic who messed with you a second ago. There’s something more threatening about a man that’s twice your size than a guy you tower over by at least a head even if he’s completely covered in mud and wounds.
“What’s a pretty looking thing like you doing in here?”
You feel disgusted by his words almost instantaneously. These kinds of men never mean something good behind those sly backhanded compliments. Feitan behind you simply laughs at your misfortune, although it’s more of a cackle. Turning your head even more to ground, almost hunching over, you quickly collect yourself not daring to look at any of them.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…” you run out face covered with hands not sure if you want to scream or cry.
“Did I interrupt something?” you hear the guy say behind your back. The connotations make you feel even more mortified. You do not hear Feitan’s answer to his question, if he even answered, you do not wish to hear it. Slapping last of your money on the counter for the first aid kit, you run out not even bothering to wait for your change. You felt like your heart couldn’t stand being there even a minute longer, hearing any more sound.
The image of the shirtless injured man you just met, Feitan, with you trying to dress his wounds morphs into something way more inappropriate in your head. Your hands around his muscular torso, his eyes glued to your face, both of your bodies leaving almost no space for god. His quiet warm breath on your skin.
Your cheeks burn as you are hit with the outside air. The smell of gasoline fills your nostrils. Yes – you can still escape from here, you have your beloved junk of a car. You can pretend this never happened, maybe you’ll sometimes visit the scene in your dreams with a slightly different outcome but no one has to know any of that. It’s not like you have anyone to tell but you can still get far away from here. Far and further from today’s mess up.
You swear in your head to be a better person, to never accidentally run someone over and to never look like a creep in the wrong bathroom. Sure, your circumstances would pardon the whole awkward situation but you weren’t thinking straight, your judgement was clouded by adrenaline, by Feitan.
This wasn’t you, you were acting abnormally. Usually, you would at least try to rationally explain the situation. It felt like meeting him awakened something within you. Or maybe you’ve been away from people for too long, forgetting how to act like a normal functioning adult.
Running into your car you slid down and relaxed yourself on the driver’s seat, leather sticking to your sweaty exposed skin. You felt like your heart is going to escape the enclosure of your ribcage. The whole world was spinning before your eyes, not having drunk enough water as usual you felt like you were on the verge of passing out. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath in and out.
“Fuck!” screaming at the top of your lungs in frustration, you threw your hands over the steering wheel. Surpassing the urge to cry you stick the car keys in and start the engine.
It will all be better, you tell yourself, you just need to get away and forget.
“Going somewhere?”
Screaming at the top of your lungs you hug your chest defensively and throw yourself on the card door hitting your head in process. Feitan, who’s just casually sitting in the passenger seat stares you down. Now fully clothed in black leather, face covered by his shawl – although you could tell by his eyes that he was enjoying your fear and bewilderment he caused like a gourmet dish. His sadistic nature becomes more evident, escaping the enclosure of his beautifully sculpted face and body.
“What are you doing in my car?” you screamed at him panicked, sweat rolling down your temples.
He simply lets out a small chuckle and slowly pulls out his blade. You can almost see your reflection on his freakishly clean and sharp katana, its handle looks like a part of an umbrella. His fingers slide across its surface with a level of artistic precision, long nails trace the edge. If you didn’t feel enough threatened when he had you pinned against the wall, then you definitely felt like that now. You hold your breath, as if that could help you, your eyes not leaving the blade.
“You said,” he begins calmly, his raspy voice filling the space, reverberating in your ears, ”you’ll do anything.”
Your eyes widen, remembering your very own foolish words, that you said back in the bathroom just mere minutes ago. What more could he want from you? Your silence on whatever happened? No – he would’ve already killed you for that, after all - only the dead cannot speak. Perhaps… No. No! Is this situation like the dark romance movies and books you’ve heard of? You feel your cheeks burn, thoughts running wild, surely that stuff doesn’t actually happen in real life. Though you have to admit, you are at least mildly attractive even on your bad days.
Seeing your expression and brightly red cheeks, he cackles: “Not that.” You immediately feel ashamed for yourself for thinking that way. You thought of it even before he did, perhaps you are the bigger creep between the two of you. Even though your thoughts are largely influenced by stress, panic and adrenaline, you still have to admit that you find him weirdly attractive. Muttering a quick sorry, you turn away.
“Drive.”
“Where?” you quietly ask while starting up the car engine.
“To Yorknew.”
You halt your actions in disbelief.
“But that’s thousands of kilometers away!”
“So?”
“It’ll take me at least a week or more to get there with stops to sleep!”
“So?”
You sigh in frustration. Seeing the katana in the corner of your eye, you realize you don’t have a choice. It’s a do or die situation. You already feel the exhaustion coming over to you.
“Okay – but we’ll have to stop at the nearest motel or hotel, just whatever we find on the way. I’m way too tired and need to rest for today.”
He doesn’t answer verbally, but him putting his weapon away in an umbrella shaped casing is an enough of a sufficient answer to you. You feel more at relief knowing that he does not plan to hurt you any time soon. Adjusting the seat, he gets himself more comfortable, although, you can see it on his face and body that he stays alert no matter the position and illusion he creates.
“Oh… wait, I need a map or something,” you remember your previous situation, that led you to the gas station in the first place and got you into this mess.
He nonchalantly pulls out a brand new navigation from his pocket, the newest model as well. Still packaged with a broken anti-thief casing. Oh, you realize right away. Your effort to protect the job of that gas station employee ended up in vain. But surely it’s more understandable now, right? You’re sort of held at a gun point – well technically a kinfe-point.
You hesitantly take it out of his hand, trying your hardest not to initiate a skin contact and possibly upsetting him. Muttering a quiet thank you, you set things up. It’s almost unrecognizable from your old junk that you used before. You can even set an additional stop! Finding a motel on the way, you set your destination as Yorknew. The big city you’ve always wanted to see. Maybe this will all lead to something better. You’ll see sights you’ve always wanted to, but were too scared of because of the distance. Plus - you’ll definitely appreciate your own life more after this.
You shudder at the distance number you see on the screen. Maybe you should be even praying your own car can take so much, it definitely won’t be an easy ride. You carefully get out of your parking stop, then leave the gas station. Driving always stressed you out before, but somehow now a second presence in the car calmed you down. Even if that presence was of a lunatic and possibly a murderer.
Not trying to attempt a conversation, you speed up, enjoying the almost empty highway. You do not dare to even sneak a glance at him, though you can feel him watching you. The strange feeling his cold gaze evokes in you never leaves you throughout the calm and quiet drive. You learn to find comfort in it.
Jily vs Hinny
The way people say that Hinny is just a reincarnation of Jily pisses me off, tbh
Cause Jily? They're the "fell hard and fast" academic rivals to friends to lovers. Between Lily "sheer cheek and natural flair for potions" Evans and James "son of the inventor of Sleekeasy and co-inventor of the Marauders Map" Potter, you know that they were neck and neck in Potions grades. When James got a higher grade, he crowed as Lily steamed in the corner, and when Lily got a higher grade, she rubbed it in his face as he fell in love with her just a little bit more. Once they got past their "rivals" phase, they went from dating to married in less than two years - a bit fast, but everyone was eloping then.
But Hinny is completely jock friends to lovers. Like, Harry "youngest Seeker in a century" Potter and Ginny "secretly practicing Quidditch since she was six" Weasley were friends before the pitch, and at some points Ginny was Seeker too. The amount of ribbing and teasing on who did it better and "Nice shot, Gin, could have been a bit to left though," and "Of course, Potter, but make sure you actually catch the Snitch this time" thrown across the pitch. Their teammates were probably so sick of it. And this went on for ages, until they finally got together, and then the amount of pining that went on during the Second Wizarding War when they were separated, well. It took them years before Ginny (cause we all know it was her) popped the question.
Stop saying that its the same ship just because it's a black-haired boy with glasses and a redheaded girl. Both romances are completely separate, unique, and special.
tldr: DON'T EQUATE JILY WITH HINNY
Rejoice! Chapter 3 of my Hilson fic is live! I know you're hungry, and I've come to feed you. Check it out here on ao3!
I haven’t written/ posted Fanfiction in years. I’ve never done so on Tumblr and have no idea how to even post Fanfiction on tumblr. How do tags and master lists and the keep reading thing work?
But I have an idea. Oh Boy do I have an idea for a story; like three novel lengths of a story. With a female reader!
Alpha!Paul x Omega!Reader x Alpha Feyd!
Now I Haven’t read the books, but have researched details in them. Some of the aspects of the books are too weird strange like a half worm tyrant! And I would take a lot of creative liberties but here’s the gist:
There’s a cluster of planets outside of the Imperium with a Goverment and heirarchy of their own. They despise the Bene Gesserit as they have “gifts” of their own.
They are powerful with many resources, though are aware they have made an enemy of the emperor.
The Change is the prophecy they have for the Bene Gesserit’s Messiah. Two warring houses will unite the Imperium with these cluster of planets through a bond with a shared omega. An Omega the emperor and Bene Gesserit want dead. An omega the Fremen are wary of and Baron Harkonnen wants only for his house.
There’s baby Feyd and Paul and their childhoods as they grow up. A bloody Feyd who just killed his mother gets a quick hug from Omega!reader who tells him she’s always available to be a friend before scampering off and leaving him prettified!
Feyd sets up his Uncle and brother. He secretly divides his people into two opposing sides. One for an imperium lead by the Harkonnen Atreides Triad, and the other for his Uncles barbaric rule. Feyd is still barbaric in his own right but not to the point that it leads to his death. His Omega makes it clear he has to exhibit control of his instincts or he’s out.
Paul and Feyd have a love/hate relationship, trying to kill the other all while working together to take control of the Imperium. So much sexual tension that is released on the “poor” reader!
Super slow burn, way more strategical overtaking by Paul and Feyd. Reader is kind, soft but not self sacrificing. She has her own role to play in bringing togther her people with the imperium. And she sure as hell isn’t going to just bend over for Paul and Feyd.
Thoughts??
chapter four - friends?
[ the ghoul x lucy maclean ]
Trying her best to ignore the smell she turned back to the screen. Cooper’s character was also smoking, taking long seductive drags as he flirted with the love interest in the film. The way he did it was exactly the way the Ghoul just had. As Lucy turned back to look at the Ghoul she realized both he and Cooper were holding their cigarettes in the same way. Taking puffs at the same time. And when Cooper reached for his beer, the Ghoul took a sip of his Cola. They were in sync, their reactions and mannerisms were the same. And when she compared his face to the one on the screen, even with all its burns and scars, and ugliness, she had a horrifying realization. They were the same person.
One more test and then hopefully regular updates
chapter three - moonshine
[ the ghoul x lucy maclean ]
“God! Why are you bringing that up? Do you think I don’t feel terrible about all of that? I feel like in some way everyone who died, everything that happened, is my fault. I haven’t gotten a second of sleep since we left the observatory! When I close my eyes I see the bombs, I see my father, and I feel Monty’s hands against my throat. I carry the burden of my father's sins because he has no humanity to do it himself. I don’t need you to pile whatever two hundred years’ worth of hate you have onto me too”
I swear I'll come up with an update schedule soon
chapter two - the talk
[the ghoul x lucy maclean]
He started to cough, he didn’t know if it was because she had caught him off-guard or if it was solely his usual ghoulish habit. Either way, he took a hit of his inhaler before continuing, “How do you know about that movie?!” “My dad used to show me holo-tapes of Cooper Howard's films!” Oh god, she was a fan. “He said he got them from Vault 31, but he probably kept them wherever Vault-Tec stored his body for the last two hundred years. I enjoyed watching them! I had a bit of a crush on Cooper, especially in ‘A Man and His Dog’ he was really cute when he was younger-”
Chapter two is now up on ao3!
Don't expect me to post this much ever. again.
chapter one - the atomic rule
[the ghoul x lucy maclean]
She stood in front, admiring the flower, “I don’t get it. Why roses?" "Well, sugar, if you're so dead set on knowin', you're gonna have to rustle up the answers yourself. If you're half as sharp as you like to think you are, you'll figure it out. Cause I've got a couple of centuries of memories and such stored up here, so the nitty-gritty details? They tend to fade like paint in the sun.”
Now on Ao3! "Cherries and Nuka Cola" is my first published fanfic and is slow-burn multi-chapter fanfic for Lucy Mclean x The Ghoul.
cherries and nuka cola
a slow-burn vaultghoul fanfic on ao3
Picking up right after the events of the season one finale, Lucy and the Ghoul begin their journey to New Vegas. The constant company of one another is starting to change who they are. Plus with all that time the unusual pair spend together, everyone but them can see how their relationship is developing into something strange…
Sickest burn
Just overheard a conversation between a professor and a boy.
Professor (laughing):- These hollow pipes are used for blowing air.
Boy :- And mine is used for blowjobs.
Professor :- It is so sad that ur mother didn't do that job correctly otherwise you wouldn't be here.
Burn.
tom riddle fanfic
to whoever's interested i have a tom riddle fanfic on AO3 it's still in its beginnings. if you love tom as much as I do and want to live vigorously through an original character here's the description:
✬✭Tom and Jennifer are binary stars, shining very bright and turning around each other, burning any planet close to their orbit until there's no matter left.
Most importantly, burning off both their own matter, their souls until there's barely any left.
But both stay gravitationally bound, no way of escaping the destruction they leave behind, and no way of escaping each other. ✬✭
⤏𝒜𝓀𝒶 a story throughout Tom's Hogwarts years in which he falls into Jennifer Garrick's orbit, and she right into his.
🌿💚🐍
1937-1945 | updates every week!!
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Hope you like it if you check it out ;) I see a lot of people like tom over here.
YES!!! I can’t fan-person enough about this fic! It’s fucking fantastic. The prose, the pacing, the descriptions, settings and dialogue are just excellent. All the locations are set in real places (like the Clara Shortridge Foltz Criminal Justice Center pictures below), which just lends this air of authenticity. The Narumitsu is restrained but so good. I am still thinking about certain scenes days later. 😊👍
Modern AU narumitsu fic!!!
los angeles, japanifornia (or, conflicts of interest) by allicanseeispink I love ace attorney with my whole heart. But sometimes I wish the series was more law focused. This fic by allicanseeispink has humored this wish of mine with a modern au! It shows a more realistic interpretation of the lives of our favorite lawyers! There is alot of legalise here but the author explains it pretty well at the start of each chapter. I honestly found it pretty informative! I definitely recommend reading it! I finished this in like 2 days lol.
Most people think of harassment as a “moment.” But it’s what happens after — the isolation, the doubt, the silence — that changes your life.
Michael A Davenport, 3,090 Degrees Fahrenheit (Oil on canvas, 2025)
30in x 48in
This week I'm going to work on self care here are some things I'm excited about:
-eating healthier
-a self care bath
-feeling fresh after a deep clean
-going out with friends
-slow workouts
-reading instead of screen time
-buying something off of my wish list
I love old doordarshan series, they are short, meaningful and definitely worth watching. Here are my top 3 favourites, in case you wanna binge watch them too🩷
1) Trishna
It's the Hindi adaptation of the classic book 'Pride & Prejudice'. The characters are portrayed accurately and it's a 13 episode series.
2) Kashish
This series highlights the slow burn romance portraying an aspiring actress as female lead and a successful director as male lead. The characters are written very well, I actually watched this before Trishna.
3) Chanakya
This series is directed by a renowned director Dr. Chandraprakash Dwivedi. This used to come in the evenings before Mahabharat during lockdown and dare I say, it was my favourite and still is. I suppose, it's the most accurate representation of Chanakya and the politics during the Nanda and Mauryan era. It's longer compared to the first two, but it'll certainly leave you with lots of useful insights and knowledge.
Do tell me your opinions if you've watched them or have other recommendations 🩷
As soon as I saw ben and devi together on screen my mind was like :
slow burn, enemies to lovers, 300k words