Saturday!!! I’ve been up early because I needed to get the draw for the Porter shrine out of the way in time for the post office. So first things first – the winner has been picked, and the RAPS is on the way to… *drumroll*
Congrats, Zee. I hope the letter won’t take forever to get to you…
And now on to the round-up.
Riepu10 has made a nice static-over-gif gif of Sir Guy Astrovian has got a…
Kate and my “5 Item Swap” has gone to round 2. ICYMI, it’s a little creative exchange where we swap (a minimum of) 5 craft items in order to inspire a craft project. Kate has explained it much better than me HERE. We are opening the swap to more crafters, btw, so if you are interested, join the fun and send us an e-mail or comment on either of our blogs and we’ll add you to the list of…
I’m frustrated. It all started last week when the bathroom light bulb gave out. Mr Guylty replaced it with a new bulb. So far, so good. But the new bulb is much brighter than the old one, and suddenly the bathroom looks so grimy and dirty, something needs to be done. So I was on my knees today, scrubbing the floor, washing down the walls, cleaning sink and toilet. And tbh, it looks worse than…
The week was really busy for me. Lots of work came in, and I was finally back to writing original pieces for my fashion blog. (It’s way more work but also way more rewarding.) I now know everything there is to know about the best sneakers to expect and invest in in 2022 . Yesterday I went back to volunteering in MoLI and had some really extensive and interesting conversations with visitors.…
Summary:John Porter takes you to a beautiful cottage, set back off the rural roads in the middle of the country. He has a very big surprise in store for you. Slight deviation - Collinson didn’t die! Again, I won’t tag anyone due to the length of the story whilst I’m flexing myself to write every day.
Warnings: Very, very slight mention of flashbacks and PTSD
Summary: It seems that the majority of the human race has been wiped out by an asteroid that once hit the Earth. Is it only you and John Porter left in a world full of dark creatures?
Warnings: Dark themes, mutated humans, language, violence, contemplation of suicide, reminiscent thoughts.
Comments: Turned out quite dark. Kind of a mix between I Am LegendandKnowing. ;) Another fairly short piece, so no tags. Hope you enjoy!
Quote: “You’re the best thing that happened to me.”
RA Character: John Porter
Pairings: John Porter X Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW 18+
Rating: M
WordCount: 4,954
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You let your eyes close as a delicious drowsiness washed over you. John’s arm slid about your waist, tightening as he tugged you to him until he cradled you against his chest. His thighs pressed the backs of yours, the coarse hair curling away from his skin tickling yours with the slightest movement. Not that he moved much. He seemed as content as you were to simply lay there and enjoy the warmth of his skin bare against yours. A sigh wafted against your back, followed by the brush of his lips on your shoulder, where it sloped into your neck. You smiled, snuggling closer still.
You shouldn’t enjoy this. You shouldn’t feel as content and happy as you did then. After all, you were with another woman’s husband. Guilt and shame should burn you from within. Girl power and sister solidarity and all that. Not that you were a big believer in those ideas. After all, women weren’t all on the same side by virtue of being of the same gender.
”I can see you’re hurting.” Kate, my best friend, has a worried look in her big green eyes when she places her hand over mine. We are having a coffee at our usual table at the Grand Comptoir, a local café with a strong connection to its French big sister. ”Is he gone again?”
I sigh and nod. John left two days ago and just like last time I miss him more than I want to admit to myself. I try to persuade myself that my feelings have more to do with the fact that I’m worried for his safety when he is away and less with me missing having him in my bed all night.
”How long will he be gone this time?”
”I don’t know. As long as he needs to, I guess.”
I give her a smile and try to sound less bothered. The truth is that this is the very core of my problem. I never know how long he will be gone, where in the world he is, or what dangers await him there. He has told me only part of what he does for a living but I,ve gathered enough information over time to fill in the blanks by myself. Being a British Special Forces Operative is not exactly considered a desk job and John travels all over the world to execute operations rarely covered by the media.
Kate is my oldest and closest friend. We grew up together, learned to ride on the same horses, fell in love with members of the same boy band, graduated and finally moved to the same larger city. It was not until after we left university, that we stopped seeing each other every day. Nowadays we meet for at least coffee once a week. There are not many things we keep from each other and she reads me better than anyone else. We have seen the good and the bad times, laughed through the intense periods filled with euphoric feelings that always come with a new lover, and then later, we have both been the shoulder to cry on when the love fades to grey.
So when Kate gives me that special look, I know I cannot fool her. She says my name like it’s a soft caress and my heart aches.
”Are you still onlyfriends?”
”Yes. I know he doesn’t want anything else. We’re just having fun and enjoying each other.”
”And are you? Enjoying it?
”Yes, of course!”
”But it’s not really what you want, is it?”
”It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t want anything serious and I accept that.”
”So you once again let him leave you without telling him how you feel?” Kate’s voice is filled with questions that I know I can’t answer. I don’t know why I accept it. Maybe it is because I still carry a small flickering light of hope in my heart. Because having him as a friend who warms my bed when he is home is better than not having him at all.
”Yes,” I sigh.
”You’re not happy like this. You must see that. We have talked about this so many times. Tell him or let him go, so you can move on. You’ve got to get over this. It’s not healthy for you.”
Tears form in my eyes when I meet her gaze. I know deep inside that she is right but my heart refuses to listen to my logical brain. Maybe John will never be ready for something more. I know about his ex wife’s death and that it left a big hole in his heart even if their relationship was complicated to say the least. And his adult daughter is a fragile soul, who for long periods of time still refuses to speak to him. Maybe he is too afraid to let anyone close again.
Still, I welcome him to my bed every time he comes back home. As soon as his messages reach my phone my body seems to bloom, like a spring flower ready to meet the sun again. Over and over again, the same pattern repeats itself. There is no way I can resist him. Every time he looks at me with his azure eyes I fall helplessly and my treacherous body betrays me as soon as he pulls one of all his well-fitting t-shirts over his head. At least the life he chooses to live gives him the body to match the heroic bravery he possesses.
His mind is another story. It didn’t take many nights sleeping together before I understood that he suffers during the late hours. The name Steve haunts him but he refuses to talk to me about it. From his nightmares I can understand that Steve is no longer alive but I have no idea who he was. He must have meant a great deal to John and I wish he would let me be there for him when the memories crash down on him.
Kate coughs discreetly. I have lost myself in my thoughts again and she smiles warmly at me.
”You know I love you like a sister. I want you to be happy.”
”I know,” is all I can say. I know far too well what she is going to say next. But I am not ready to act on it. Not yet. I tell her so, with a tremble in my voice, trying to make her understand. She holds my hand and listens, like she always does. The pattern repeats itself. And I will continue to treasure the last text John sent me before he left for another unknown destination: I can’t wait to see you again.
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”I can see you’re hurting.” Kate, my best friend, has a worried look in her big green eyes when she places her hand over mine. We are having a coffee at our usual table at the Grand Comptoir, a local café with a strong connection to its French big sister. ”Is he gone again?”
I sigh and nod. John left two days ago and just like last time I miss him more than I want to admit to myself. I try to persuade myself that my feelings have more to do with the fact that I’m worried for his safety when he is away and less with me missing having him in my bed all night.
”How long will he be gone this time?”
”I don’t know. As long as he needs to, I guess.”
I give her a smile and try to sound less bothered. The truth is that this is the very core of my problem. I never know how long he will be gone, where in the world he is, or what dangers await him there. He has told me only part of what he does for a living but I,ve gathered enough information over time to fill in the blanks by myself. Being a British Special Forces Operative is not exactly considered a desk job and John travels all over the world to execute operations rarely covered by the media.
Kate is my oldest and closest friend. We grew up together, learned to ride on the same horses, fell in love with members of the same boy band, graduated and finally moved to the same larger city. It was not until after we left university, that we stopped seeing each other every day. Nowadays we meet for at least coffee once a week. There are not many things we keep from each other and she reads me better than anyone else. We have seen the good and the bad times, laughed through the intense periods filled with euphoric feelings that always come with a new lover, and then later, we have both been the shoulder to cry on when the love fades to grey.
So when Kate gives me that special look, I know I cannot fool her. She says my name like it’s a soft caress and my heart aches.
”Are you still onlyfriends?”
”Yes. I know he doesn’t want anything else. We’re just having fun and enjoying each other.”
”And are you? Enjoying it?
”Yes, of course!”
”But it’s not really what you want, is it?”
”It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t want anything serious and I accept that.”
”So you once again let him leave you without telling him how you feel?” Kate’s voice is filled with questions that I know I can’t answer. I don’t know why I accept it. Maybe it is because I still carry a small flickering light of hope in my heart. Because having him as a friend who warms my bed when he is home is better than not having him at all.
”Yes,” I sigh.
”You’re not happy like this. You must see that. We have talked about this so many times. Tell him or let him go, so you can move on. You’ve got to get over this. It’s not healthy for you.”
Tears form in my eyes when I meet her gaze. I know deep inside that she is right but my heart refuses to listen to my logical brain. Maybe John will never be ready for something more. I know about his ex wife’s death and that it left a big hole in his heart even if their relationship was complicated to say the least. And his adult daughter is a fragile soul, who for long periods of time still refuses to speak to him. Maybe he is too afraid to let anyone close again.
Still, I welcome him to my bed every time he comes back home. As soon as his messages reach my phone my body seems to bloom, like a spring flower ready to meet the sun again. Over and over again, the same pattern repeats itself. There is no way I can resist him. Every time he looks at me with his azure eyes I fall helplessly and my treacherous body betrays me as soon as he pulls one of all his well-fitting t-shirts over his head. At least the life he chooses to live gives him the body to match the heroic bravery he possesses.
His mind is another story. It didn’t take many nights sleeping together before I understood that he suffers during the late hours. The name Steve haunts him but he refuses to talk to me about it. From his nightmares I can understand that Steve is no longer alive but I have no idea who he was. He must have meant a great deal to John and I wish he would let me be there for him when the memories crash down on him.
Kate coughs discreetly. I have lost myself in my thoughts again and she smiles warmly at me.
”You know I love you like a sister. I want you to be happy.”
”I know,” is all I can say. I know far too well what she is going to say next. But I am not ready to act on it. Not yet. I tell her so, with a tremble in my voice, trying to make her understand. She holds my hand and listens, like she always does. The pattern repeats itself. And I will continue to treasure the last text John sent me before he left for another unknown destination: I can’t wait to see you again.
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My heart!! This one was so angsty and the emotions were described so beautifully. I also really enjoyed how you portrayed the bond between the reader and her friend, super touching. Seriously, you are on a roll with all these great fics!
Thank you @legolasbadass for your kind words. It means so much to hear.
”I can see you’re hurting.” Kate, my best friend, has a worried look in her big green eyes when she places her hand over mine. We are having a coffee at our usual table at the Grand Comptoir, a local café with a strong connection to its French big sister. ”Is he gone again?”
I sigh and nod. John left two days ago and just like last time I miss him more than I want to admit to myself. I try to persuade myself that my feelings have more to do with the fact that I’m worried for his safety when he is away and less with me missing having him in my bed all night.
”How long will he be gone this time?”
”I don’t know. As long as he needs to, I guess.”
I give her a smile and try to sound less bothered. The truth is that this is the very core of my problem. I never know how long he will be gone, where in the world he is, or what dangers await him there. He has told me only part of what he does for a living but I,ve gathered enough information over time to fill in the blanks by myself. Being a British Special Forces Operative is not exactly considered a desk job and John travels all over the world to execute operations rarely covered by the media.
Kate is my oldest and closest friend. We grew up together, learned to ride on the same horses, fell in love with members of the same boy band, graduated and finally moved to the same larger city. It was not until after we left university, that we stopped seeing each other every day. Nowadays we meet for at least coffee once a week. There are not many things we keep from each other and she reads me better than anyone else. We have seen the good and the bad times, laughed through the intense periods filled with euphoric feelings that always come with a new lover, and then later, we have both been the shoulder to cry on when the love fades to grey.
So when Kate gives me that special look, I know I cannot fool her. She says my name like it’s a soft caress and my heart aches.
”Are you still onlyfriends?”
”Yes. I know he doesn’t want anything else. We’re just having fun and enjoying each other.”
”And are you? Enjoying it?
”Yes, of course!”
”But it’s not really what you want, is it?”
”It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t want anything serious and I accept that.”
”So you once again let him leave you without telling him how you feel?” Kate’s voice is filled with questions that I know I can’t answer. I don’t know why I accept it. Maybe it is because I still carry a small flickering light of hope in my heart. Because having him as a friend who warms my bed when he is home is better than not having him at all.
”Yes,” I sigh.
”You’re not happy like this. You must see that. We have talked about this so many times. Tell him or let him go, so you can move on. You’ve got to get over this. It’s not healthy for you.”
Tears form in my eyes when I meet her gaze. I know deep inside that she is right but my heart refuses to listen to my logical brain. Maybe John will never be ready for something more. I know about his ex wife’s death and that it left a big hole in his heart even if their relationship was complicated to say the least. And his adult daughter is a fragile soul, who for long periods of time still refuses to speak to him. Maybe he is too afraid to let anyone close again.
Still, I welcome him to my bed every time he comes back home. As soon as his messages reach my phone my body seems to bloom, like a spring flower ready to meet the sun again. Over and over again, the same pattern repeats itself. There is no way I can resist him. Every time he looks at me with his azure eyes I fall helplessly and my treacherous body betrays me as soon as he pulls one of all his well-fitting t-shirts over his head. At least the life he chooses to live gives him the body to match the heroic bravery he possesses.
His mind is another story. It didn’t take many nights sleeping together before I understood that he suffers during the late hours. The name Steve haunts him but he refuses to talk to me about it. From his nightmares I can understand that Steve is no longer alive but I have no idea who he was. He must have meant a great deal to John and I wish he would let me be there for him when the memories crash down on him.
Kate coughs discreetly. I have lost myself in my thoughts again and she smiles warmly at me.
”You know I love you like a sister. I want you to be happy.”
”I know,” is all I can say. I know far too well what she is going to say next. But I am not ready to act on it. Not yet. I tell her so, with a tremble in my voice, trying to make her understand. She holds my hand and listens, like she always does. The pattern repeats itself. And I will continue to treasure the last text John sent me before he left for another unknown destination: I can’t wait to see you again.
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”I can see you’re hurting.” Kate, my best friend, has a worried look in her big green eyes when she places her hand over mine. We are having a coffee at our usual table at the Grand Comptoir, a local café with a strong connection to its French big sister. ”Is he gone again?”
I sigh and nod. John left two days ago and just like last time I miss him more than I want to admit to myself. I try to persuade myself that my feelings have more to do with the fact that I’m worried for his safety when he is away and less with me missing having him in my bed all night.
”How long will he be gone this time?”
”I don’t know. As long as he needs to, I guess.”
I give her a smile and try to sound less bothered. The truth is that this is the very core of my problem. I never know how long he will be gone, where in the world he is, or what dangers await him there. He has told me only part of what he does for a living but I,ve gathered enough information over time to fill in the blanks by myself. Being a British Special Forces Operative is not exactly considered a desk job and John travels all over the world to execute operations rarely covered by the media.
Kate is my oldest and closest friend. We grew up together, learned to ride on the same horses, fell in love with members of the same boy band, graduated and finally moved to the same larger city. It was not until after we left university, that we stopped seeing each other every day. Nowadays we meet for at least coffee once a week. There are not many things we keep from each other and she reads me better than anyone else. We have seen the good and the bad times, laughed through the intense periods filled with euphoric feelings that always come with a new lover, and then later, we have both been the shoulder to cry on when the love fades to grey.
So when Kate gives me that special look, I know I cannot fool her. She says my name like it’s a soft caress and my heart aches.
”Are you still onlyfriends?”
”Yes. I know he doesn’t want anything else. We’re just having fun and enjoying each other.”
”And are you? Enjoying it?
”Yes, of course!”
”But it’s not really what you want, is it?”
”It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t want anything serious and I accept that.”
”So you once again let him leave you without telling him how you feel?” Kate’s voice is filled with questions that I know I can’t answer. I don’t know why I accept it. Maybe it is because I still carry a small flickering light of hope in my heart. Because having him as a friend who warms my bed when he is home is better than not having him at all.
”Yes,” I sigh.
”You’re not happy like this. You must see that. We have talked about this so many times. Tell him or let him go, so you can move on. You’ve got to get over this. It’s not healthy for you.”
Tears form in my eyes when I meet her gaze. I know deep inside that she is right but my heart refuses to listen to my logical brain. Maybe John will never be ready for something more. I know about his ex wife’s death and that it left a big hole in his heart even if their relationship was complicated to say the least. And his adult daughter is a fragile soul, who for long periods of time still refuses to speak to him. Maybe he is too afraid to let anyone close again.
Still, I welcome him to my bed every time he comes back home. As soon as his messages reach my phone my body seems to bloom, like a spring flower ready to meet the sun again. Over and over again, the same pattern repeats itself. There is no way I can resist him. Every time he looks at me with his azure eyes I fall helplessly and my treacherous body betrays me as soon as he pulls one of all his well-fitting t-shirts over his head. At least the life he chooses to live gives him the body to match the heroic bravery he possesses.
His mind is another story. It didn’t take many nights sleeping together before I understood that he suffers during the late hours. The name Steve haunts him but he refuses to talk to me about it. From his nightmares I can understand that Steve is no longer alive but I have no idea who he was. He must have meant a great deal to John and I wish he would let me be there for him when the memories crash down on him.
Kate coughs discreetly. I have lost myself in my thoughts again and she smiles warmly at me.
”You know I love you like a sister. I want you to be happy.”
”I know,” is all I can say. I know far too well what she is going to say next. But I am not ready to act on it. Not yet. I tell her so, with a tremble in my voice, trying to make her understand. She holds my hand and listens, like she always does. The pattern repeats itself. And I will continue to treasure the last text John sent me before he left for another unknown destination: I can’t wait to see you again.
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