#Everytime strand tries to be smart and keep something from her she is like

[x-h3kk3ning-x]

Alex Reagan is a damned good detective, and she Hates being underestimated; Which is why season 2 is so so damned good!!

[shirakumos-sandwich-shop]

Can i request Xiao with S/o who depressed and jealous of Lumine please~

Xiao x Fem Reader

Always, everytime, it seemed to be her first. Sometimes it made you even question if he loved you at all. He said he did but why did he keep going after the traveler instead. That's how it seemed to you. Sometimes, if she called him, he would just leave you. Just disappear into thin air and then reappear whenever he saw fit. The thought that he liked her better than he loved you ate at you and made your stomach turn. It kept happening. Just like it happened moments ago.

You curled up in the bed you had been sharing, trying to keep the thoughts at bay. Xiao had important duties to attend to, you knew that. But still, it hurt. To see him next to you, a half smile on his usually stern face, and then he’d just disappear. It wasn’t always the traveler but in the past weeks, that's all it had been. You buried your face in the pillow next to you. It didn’t help anything, it just smelled like him. Like qinxing flowers, almond tofu, and the wind.

“What is it, my love?” you jolted upright at hearing Xiao’s voice.

“Xiao! You’re back so soon…” You wondered what had taken such a short time. Maybe just a group of hillychurls or a lone abyss mage.

“Yes,” he spoke flatley. “It wasn’t a difficult excursion. The traveler just needed some help with something.”

You knew it had been her. Your heart fell, hearing your suspicions proved right.

“What did she need help with?” You asked quietly.

“Something about taste testing food for the festival.” He said casually.

“Seriously? That’s what she needed you for?” you said incredulously.

“That’s right.” he nodded like it was nothing out of the ordinary. She called him for something so trivial? Your insides twisted painfully. Xiao took notice of your discomfort. “Are you alright, my love?”

He looked so concerned, you wondered if he meant it. If he didn’t like the traveler than what was he doing here with you. Were you just something to use to pass the time, to warm his bed until he could see her again. Your eyes smarted, threatening to tear up.

“It’s nothing..” You lied. He tried to brush a strand of hair out of your face but you jerked your head away and refused to look at him.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He asked seriously.

“I said it's nothing.” you snapped.

“It’s obviously not nothing.” He turned your face to look at him with his gloved hand. “Tell me, so I can fix it.”

“Do you really love me?” You asked, making his eyes widen in surprise.

“Yes, I do.” he said seriously.

“Then why are you always running away from me to be with her?” Your words hurt him, he tried to hide it but it was written all over his face.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because, whenever we seem to have even a moment alone, she calls your name and you disappear.” a tear leaked out of your eye and he immediately brushed it away. “Do You love her more?”

“Oh, y/n.” He studied your face. “I thought I made it clear to you, you’re the only one I need. You’re the only one I love.”

You gasped at his words and burst into tears. He wrapped his arms around you and stroked your hair.

“I leave because it's my duty. I have to fulfill it. You know that.” He said. You nodded into his shoulder.

“I know.” You managed to say.

“I go when she calls because I made a promise to her. It's my duty to uphold that promise.” He said calmly. “You know, if you called my name I’d be there for you in an instant. But to me that's not an obligation, I’d happily go anywhere you called me to, because I love you.”

“You would?” You squeaked out.

“Of course, my dear. I’d do anything for you.” His hand traced comforting circles on your back.

“I’m so sorry Xiao, I should never have doubted you.”

“It’s alright, Y/n.” He held onto you until you calmed down. When you finally extracted your face from the crook of his neck he smiled. Gently he kissed your tear stained cheeks. “Would you like to see the festival in Liyue tonight?” he asked.

“Yes, I would.” you nodded. “But can you just hold me for a little longer?”

“Nothing would make me happier.” He once again pulled you into his embrace, hoping he could show you the love he felt for you.

( Thanks for the resquest! I hope you enjoyed this!!)

[rosenallies]

mmhs 124

I rlly don’t know what to do with this au at fucking all :/ I bet y’all regret begging me to bring this au back

124. “no one’s ever made me feel like this.”

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Denali and Rosé lay side by side, smoke from the joint Rosé held between her fingers swirling into the air, the pungent smell of weed and sex filling the room. Rosé passed the joint, her fingertips brushing Denali’s as she handed it off.

For months now they’d been in a routine, they’d finish a job and fall into bed together, hands on each other’s bodies until it was over and things got awkward as both of them navigated and shoved down their budding feelings, the night ending with Denali retreating to the guest bedroom that was now technically hers.

The job they’d finished that night was a big one, Denali coming home with her new Birken bag stuffed with wads of cash, more cash than she’d ever seen in her life and she didn’t even need to pull up her dress to show the pistol she kept strapped on her thigh, the man pathetically leading her over to the safe in the next room, nearly begging her to keep her pretty mouth shut.

Rosé rolled to her side, gentle fingertips brushing over Denali’s arm.

“I’m proud of you,” she said sincerely, an affectionate lilt to her voice.

What had started off as the biggest scam of Denali’s career and a business deal of sorts, quickly turned into something more as every word Rosé said to Denali, she held onto, tried to ignore the way warmth spread through her body everytime they so much as touched. But Denali didn’t trust Rosé, not one but. She knew the redhead would leave her stranded if push came to shove. She knew the rich and powerful didn’t get that way by falling in love with a poor sex worker turned con artist. Rosé was far too smart for that, so Denali kept her guard up, not letting Rosé’s sweet words and soft hands pull her in too deep.

Denali took a hit from the joint and put out the roach on the ashtray that sat on the nightstand.

“Thanks. It was an easy night.”

Rosé hummed and leaned over to kiss Denali’s shoulder, the truth of her feelings for Denali on the tip of her tongue.

What had started off for her a business agreement with benefits, she couldn’t ignore the urge to protect Denali, to keep her by her side and taken care of.

“I’m glad it was an easy one for you, baby.”

The pet name slipped out so easily, it made Denali’s stomach clenches she uncomfortably squirmed away, getting out of bed and pulling her clothes back on.

“Yeah, thanks. I’m gonna get to bed now. See you tomorrow?”

Rosé feigned a smile. “Yep, see you tomorrow,” she replied.

Denali left the room and left Rosé there to stew in her thoughts, a forlorn sigh leaving her lips.

“No one’s ever made me feel like this,” she whispered to no one, the butterflies in her stomach turning to nausea in an instant.

[pottahonlyfanz]

PART 1 TO THIS STORY

I have no followers. But I’m going to do this anyways, I used to write on WP but lost my account info. Maybe some will see this, maybe some won’t...I feel awkward BUT I do know that I want to. So here I go.

EVENTUALLY will be Ron Weasley Xreader...smut/fluff. This is just the introduction I guess. Sort of like a he’s-the-last-person-y/n-ever-expected story. So this first part is just really accentiuating and leading up to that. Still smutty moments though for sure. Sorry if my grammar or spelling is shit I’m to impatient atm to check it all. Enjoy! (Or don’t)

You were finally in your seventh year here at Hogwarts. The journey from your younger years to now felt like ages. I mean that being said, you also did run into a few near-death-but-not-close-enough-to-do-any-real-damage (well mental health wise that was debatable but ANYWAYS) experiences a year which could have certainly made the process to graduation day feel dreadful at times. Not to say you graduating will solve all of your and everyone elses problems but in the mean time it was cute to pretend it would.

As you approached your last days in class you couldn’t help but think about all of the opportunities you may have missed with your attractive mates that filled the halls of Hogwarts on a daily basis. You had never really been a sexual person so you having your virginity at 17 years old didn’t bother you too much. Or at least that’s the front you put on to avoid going through the awkwardness of losing it. So instead of taking the opportunities you may have had to lose it, or do it or however the hell you prefer to say it...you act as if nobody interests you. As if you’re one of those I’m-not-interested-in-anyone-around-me-because-they-don’t-reach-my-standards type of girls. Which is totally fine! But also just not at all the case for you. It was just a front. Just a rouse for the truth. The truth being although you acted confident you were incredibly insecure and never wanted ANYONE to see you so vulnerable.

If you’re being completely and totally honest with yourself right now, you’re not as cold and anti-boys as the act you put up makes it seem. You’ve never fallen in love with anyone and been in denial about it or anything like that...we’re still FAIRLY cold hearted. But, you did think about yourself with people. Not exactly romantically no that’s not the word...passionately...maybe...well let’s just cut to the chase. You have sexual fantasies about those surrounding you WAY more than you’d like to admit. Well you’d never admit to feeling sexually attracted to a soul but you REALLY, really couldn’t even bring yourself to accept the one realization that you like any other teenager had desires.

Now that we’ve gotten our background information down...lets fast forward to period 3. Snapes class. Your first fantasy of the day always occurs there. Malfoy.

You were a griffindor so the faint idea of a sythlerin was supposed to repulse you. And it did, it truly did. You couldn’t stand Malfoy or the stupid little act he put on as if he were some big shot. You saw right through it all, as you did with everyones B.S. around here. But as you observed Draco throughout your years of developing you noticed some things you didn’t hate...

-His hands...his fingers were long, slender...his hands bombarded with his veins that you noticed popped out more than usual when he spoke. The silver crest ring that rested upon his index made you question how it would feel with him knuckles deep in you.

-His jawline...sharp, sculpted so perfectly. As if jawlines were made off of a blueprint that came from Draco Malfoys face. Which would look so pretty eating you out as if it were his last meal.

-His lips...oh his lips. They were plump but not overly full. The way they puckered as he made that smug look whenever somebody pissed him off. They were always kissable, sure. But something about his mouth when he was angry drove you absolutely mad. Sometimes you’d push his buttons a little extra just to get the satisfaction of looking so, so sexy.

Of course you couldn’t stand his personality or his presence but that’s what made thinking about it more fun. He was forbidden fruit, eniticing forbidden fruit. Which made it even more fun.

Your Narrating now/Your POV:

“What are you looking at Y/N? Don’t you have anything better to do than day dream about me?” Draco snarked.

“In your dreams, Draco. I was looking at the piece of lunch you have leftover on your chin. Saving it for later?” I replied exuding nothing but attitude and confidence. Everyone chuckled after that and Malfoy blushed and shot me an angry glare. I felt a bit guilty for being such a bitch but there was no other excuse I could’ve had for blatantly staring at the man and I have to keep up my tough exterior. Especially towards a syltherin.

Thankfully moments later the bell rang and Snape dismissed us. Before I could even walk out the door I was knocked to the ground after a strong nudge into the door from none other but Malfoy storming past me. He was pissed, but what could I do. There’s no way I would apologize. Not to anyone, certainly not to Malfoy. He’ll get over it. But in the mean time I grabbed my books all knocked out of my hands, dusted myself off and made my way to period 4. Flitwicks class. Now onto another fantasy. Granger. Hermione Granger. She was my mate, we had dormed together since 1st year. She was always easy to talk to, helpful, intelligent. One of my bestfriends here at Hogwarts. My view of her had always been innocent. Until like I said...fifth year when my hormones got the best of me. It wasn’t like a me-falling-for-the-straight-girl situation or anything (which if we’re being compltely honest would be debatable anyways as she expressed to me once that she plays for both teams but...she kind of beat around the bush so that could’ve been my imagination running with what it wanted to hear...) It was another completely sexual thing. From her slender shoulders, to her toned and mesmirising figure, twiddling down to her perfect manicured fingernails...her beauty always consumed me whenever I found myself glancing her way.

I thought about a lot of things with Hermione. I thought about how it would feel with her down on me as I gripped a few strands of her overwhelmingly beautiful hair. I thought about how her warm, sensual lips would feel against mine as I fondled her sweet spot below...dipping my fingers in and out of her with ease and pleasure. About how her moans would be soft but reassuring at the same time. Or just how badly I wanted to feel her, pleasure her...please her. I would be completely selfless when it came to Hermione in bed beca-

“Y/N? Y/N!....are you even remotely paying attention? You’re missing this lesson entirely.” Hermione suddenly scowled at me in a low whisper.

“I- I yeah! I am paying attention. Just got lost in my own thoughts for a second there. Thank you.” I replied back to her. Which honestly, was true. It’s not like these fantasies were ALL I thought about. I kept my grades at low 90s but it was more so because I studied my ass of and can easily understand and retain what I’m being taught even if sometimes my mind wanders elsewhere. Except for those few days, where I slip and find it hard to focus on much else but my desires. Today was one of those days.

“Okay, good. I don’t want to see you get behind and make a fool of yourself. You’re too smart for that. We’re too smart for that.” She said facing back to the tiny teacher after our short whispering encounter. I liked how she was always concerned about her friends. I thought it was sweet it was- NOPE! STOP! I don’t fall for people, I don’t crush on people...I just fantasize about them. I had to remind myself before getting back to paying attention to todays material; pratically drooling over the sight of Hermione sitting in front of me and the sweet scents that excuded her presence.

As I was finally dismissed from that class which felt like an age long wait, I made my way to the Griffindorr common room for my favorite period. My free period. It was one of the many perks of being a seventh year and I looked forward to it every. single. day. Typically I spent this time alone studying or working on projects, except for a few days every now and then I was accompianed by Harry to tutor him for Sprout’s herbology class which he was especially dreadful at. As soon as I walked in I saw his familar face sitting on the floor waiting for me to accompany him. As soon as he felt me looking at him, I was soon greeted with that adorable little smirk of his.

“Y/N! Hello! I hope you don’t mind were sitting on the floor. There’s more space and to be honest its oddly more comfortable.” He said confident and positively.

“Not at all, sounds great. Lets get started shall we?” I answered back in my typical a-bitch-who’s-being-friendly tone. Harry and I were close like I was with Hermione, so I always tried to talk with a warmer demeanor as I actually enjoyed their company.

“Absoultely. I figured we would start with knottgrass since that’s where I need the most help. Then we can move on to sneezewort and bouncing bulb.” He blurbed very assured. I loved how decsisive he was. It was such a turn on.

“Works for me. Lets give it a go.” I answered back to him.

As I went over the currciulum and reassured him or did just the opposite pending he was unsucsessful; I couldn’t help but notice his shirt lifting everytime he stretched his hands over his head, looking more confused than ever. He was getting frustrated and his tone got progressively more and more stern as the period carried on.

“Y/N, I don’t understand this. You’re not explaining it right, and I’m getting confused.” He said with an attitude and his eyes looking like they were near popping out of his head under his glasses. God he looked so sexy when he grew angry, his veins all over him making an apperance under his now rolled up arm sleeves. Exposing his lets just say...distracting arms. They looked as if they could take and over power me any minute had I just said the word. But as always, I supressed my feelings and the sexual tension of the whole I’m-agressively-looking-down-at-your-lips-and-biting-mine-as-I-do-it game he was playing.

“Fine. Maybe we should take a break here. You’re not comprehending what I’m saying because you’re frustrated. Go cool off or something.” I replied stern, but calm.

He rolled his eyes and leaned back so he was against the couch. As I glanced over at him I noticed his...member was growing. He cleared his throat and turned away from me after we had both realized it became noticeably there. I couldn’t blame him nor was I suprised. I took of my robe earlier when I had entered the room because it was quite toasty. Leaving my legs and nipples so obviously there and exposed (as today was no-bra-day...like everyday) and the closeness of our bodies combined with Harry’s obvious desire for me as he got more and more frustrated growing through the room. Harry and I had made out once in fifth year but that’s as far as it got. Mostly because I acted like it didn’t happen after because I wished it hadn’t...not because it wasn’t amazing but because that wasn’t me, that wasn’t what I had time for. We never spoke of it again and nobody ever knew. Although ever since then there had always been some tension there. Which seemed to progress once we were alone...I pretended to ignore it and acted oblivious to my very apparent sex appeal that came with developing my figure as I grew older. Regardless of my deep insecurities, I saw here and there little glimpses of liking things about myself which gave me the fake confidence I exude. Although now felt like a moment of weakness. As I had seen Harry’s CLEARLY very hard...long...girth it had been silent ever since. Mostly because I was dreaming of him taking himself and getting off in my mouth, but 2 minutes later of us sitting in that silence; I decided to break it. As much as I craved Harry, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

“Are you cooled down now? Can we continue the review? Or would you prefer we pick up where we left off last time...” I question acting cool and calm as if I hadn’t seen a thing.

“We can just...continue tomorrow. If you’re free. Or tonight. Possibly in my dorm? I find it easy to study there...” He said, still frustrated but almost seductively. And oh how my body ached for me to say yes. Oh how I longed to taste and feel Harry Potter. Just thinking about it had me moving around seeking a bit of friction in my soaked panties.

“Oh, tomorrow is fine. I’ll meet you back in here same time?” I answered.

He let out a slight but still noticeable sigh. “Yeah, same time.” He responded as if I had let him down.

As I got up and began to gather my things, I noticed he was staring down my shirt. “Potter!” I yelled. “Can I help you with something?!” His face turned beat red, his member still there; still growing.

“Oh! N-n-No! I apologize. I thought you had something on your...y-your shirt.” He answered nervously. Had I made him nervous? Harry Potter?..nervous? I had never seen him like this, unsure of himself. It was almost...facsinating to say the least. I acted as if it wasn’t obvious to save his pride.

“Oh. Okay. Sorry for getting snappy. I just thought- well. Y’know. Have a goodnight, Potter. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said in a warm but sure tone.

“No worries. See you tomorrow. Goodnight Y/N.” He replied clearly very relieved that his rouse had worked. (Or so he assumed)

I grabbed my robe and continued with my things as I turned around and walked out of the room feeling his beautiful blue eyes on me with every step I took.

As I finished my last class and went back to my dorm that night, my mind was nowhere but on the thought of Harry who I kept wondering if he had been thinking of me. My body craved him. Deeply. Desperately. Yet that would never happened, so I dreamed.

[marshunter06]

Sad Bitch- Łaszewo (Trentney)

A/N: Sorry I’ve been absent, but my brain has been a bitch lately... I never imagined I would be writing a fic like this, but I had to get it out. The reason why I do have such a soft spot for Trentney is because I have a Trent in my life to keep me grounded and I’m so grateful for him

To be a good artist means one must be burdened with great suffering especially at the hands of oneself. This may not apply to all the arts and typically not with singers, but Courtney understood this more than anyone in the industry. It was never her intention to be this way, dissociating while her manager tried to plan her next move, but the weight of her own thoughts were just too much to carry. Back when Total Drama was still a thing, she hid her depression well, she often exploded into anger to keep people out. No one would dare befriend a fiery volcano just waiting to erupt, no one besides him at least. With a touch of his hand, she was brought back to reality to listen to the meeting with their label. His smile and bright green eyes soothed her dark thoughts away briefly, enough to put on her persona as a successful pop princess. His hand stayed put, right next to hers barely touching. It brings a warm feeling into her heart and soon she’s lost in a daydream with him as the focus. Still the sadness starts to ease into her thoughts making doubts plague her mind. Was she foolish with possibly falling for her best friend? Was it smart to trust Trent with her heart so soon after her final breakup with Duncan? Would it even be the final breakup? Duncan, the name still leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. She still remembers everything about their failed relationship, every callous word thrown at each other without regard for the other’s feelings. A primes example of two toxic people made for each other. Their love always sizzled out leading to another prison both were too familiar to let go of. What happened to the young her who welcomed every change with a light in her eyes? Courtney doesn’t know when her old self died only to be reborn into a shell of who she was before, but when she finally realized what happened, it was too late.

“Court, you’re home.”

She blinks once then twice wondering when she got into his car. Her scenery magically changed from a corporate office to her newly purchased home.

“Here, I’ll walk you inside. I think I forgot my guitar pick anyways.”

“The silver one?”

“Yeah, did you find it?”

“No, I’ve been busy, sorry. It should be in the studio though.”

He simply smiles as he walks around to open her door; he doesn’t call her out on her obvious lie. She wasn’t busy, he’s been there with her as her demons pull her away from the real world, she just stares into nothingness. He tries to pull her out of it when possible, usually a nudge will do it, but sometimes the demons are too powerful to keep at bay for long. Lately it’s been worse. They’ve had to reschedule the label meeting several times already. He knows she’s heading down a dark path, it’s why he’s been making excuses to stay over despite him living an hour plus away due to LA traffic.

“Found it, you were right, it was on top of the piano.”

“Oh? Glad it’s not missing anymore, thanks for bringing me back by the way.”

“‘Course, can’t leave my fav girl stranded.”

“I would’ve been fine, really. You can go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Is that a promise?”

“I never break my promises.”

He only hesitated slightly then nodded bidding her goodnight. It was already late, the moon high above the sky with stars twinkling around the crescent shaped light. He was almost out the door when he turned back to tell her to look outside.

“The moon is beautiful tonight.”

“You tell me this every night.”

“And I mean it everytime.”

“We couldn’t even see it a few nights ago.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not still beautiful.”

“Trent, I think you’ve been awake for too long. Get some sleep tonight.”

“You too. I’ll call when I get home, so you don’t worry.”

“You can just text me, I’ll still be up.”

“It’s better to hear your voice.”

“You hear it all the time, you should be sick of it.”

“You’re kidding right? I get the honor of listening to the greatest singer of our generation, how could I ever pass that opportunity up?”

“Are you talking about yourself again?”

This gets both of them to smile, he knows he’s succeeded in pushing away her sorrow for a moment. It won’t last long though, they both knew this. She can only hope she doesn’t call him crying again tonight. He’s been losing sleep because of her, still he never complains.

After he leaves, she tries her best to get ready for bed. She gets distracted a few times, just managing to slip under her covers by the time Trent calls her letting her know he made it home safely. She keeps the conversation short telling him she’s tired, he wishes her sweet dreams as she tells him good night. She lays in bed tossing and turning until she’s on her side facing her window with the just a glow of the moonlight seeping into her dark room. She closes her eyes willing sleep to take over, but her brain runs wild bringing her further into its abyss.

You’re going to be sad and alone forever.

Trent doesn’t love you, no one does, you couldn’t even keep Duncan.

Your parents are ashamed of you, you’re the reason they divorced.

Cate’s won’t talk to you because you’re too much to handle, your own sister hates you.

You’re only famous because no one’s caught on that you’re talentless yet, the whole world will shun you soon.

The only reason you have hits is because Trent’s the one writing the songs, when he leaves you’ll be nothing.

What’s it like being a hurtful bitch getting karma like you deserve?

Honestly Courtney, you’re pathetic, why do you even try? No one likes a sad bitch.

Everyone’s tired of how whiny you are, just stop with your lame excuses, who cares if you didn’t get sleep?

The self hatred goes on and on until she’s drowning in negative energy. She’s suffocating and breathing isn’t helping, she can’t take in air fast enough, the room feels too confined. She needs to get up and get out, but she can’t, she’s trapped. Tears stream out of her eyes as her body continues to be paralyzed, her heart is erratic and she can barely breathe. It’s too much, the walls are caving in and she can’t do anything to stop it. She closes her eyes again trying to fight back with happy thoughts, but she fails again and again as her mind continues to tell her how useless she is. She’s losing the battle, she just wants it to be quiet, but her thoughts ring loud and clear with every word cutting into her soul. Pain, so much pain leaving invisible scars all over her. If she waits long enough she’ll blackout from the pressure, she just has to focus on her breathing. In then out, in then out, she can do this, she promised she could…

Her eyes snap open and she’s able to move once more. Her first thought is to call him, she should’ve just asked him to stay. She’s always felt better in his arms, his regular heartbeat bringing her back to earth. Why didn’t he fight harder to stay this time? Was he really sick of her too? He’s just like the others, he can’t handle her. The kindest person she’s ever met and even he’s exhausted being near her. The misery takes over and all she wants is to drown herself in alcohol and cigarettes. All bad habits she learned from her ex, though to be fair, she didn’t take much persuading. She’s always known she has an addicting personality, it’s why she tried to stay sober, but she needed an escape. A bottle or two of wine wouldn’t be too bad. It was with this thought in mind that she decided to go into the living room for her secret stash of sherry’s. She rounds the corner heading to her hidden cabinet when she spots it: a silver guitar pick on the coffee table. She stops dead in her tracks.

“Trent.”

She sits on the ground as she cradles the pick rubbing over the letter “T” confirming it was his. She feels restless as she continues to stare at the precious item left behind for her sake. He knew. He must have. Why else would he leave the pick again? She closes her palm and holds it close to her chest, she has an overwhelming urge to do something. She wants to go to him, so she does, she doesn’t bother with a jacket, she simply follows her heart running out in the dead of night. She’s out the door in a flash clearly not thinking as she leaves her car behind and doesn’t lock her door. All she knows to do is keep moving forward as she jogs into a sprint. The cold air hits her bare arms and legs, but she isn’t bothered.

She makes it a block before her brain catches up telling her this is a bad idea; she starts to spiral down in her thoughts again. Do you even know where you’re going Courtney? You’re such an idiot, you just moved. How do you know the way to his house already? He obviously doesn’t want you to disturb him, he’s never invited you over since you moved. Stop with your delusions, Trent doesn’t like you, he only puts up with you because you work together. What are you going to do now? You’re lost. You’re going to lose him just like how you lost everyone else in your life. Face it Courtney, you’re just a loser. All you do is waste time.

She collapses on the hard concrete scraping her knee in the process. She nearly drops the pick in her hands as she hides her face with tears streaming down her cheeks. She doesn’t know what to do and now she’s blinded by a bright light. She drops her hands, it wasn’t the moonlight nor the streetlight, so it must be a headlight. It’s the middle of the night, no one should be out driving in this neighborhood. She should get up and go back home, but she’s lost the strength. She’s not even slightly afraid as the car approaches closer. It slows to a stop right next to her as she continues to stare forward. She doesn’t hear him when he calls out to her. She’s tired and cold, all she wants to do is close her eyes. She opens her eyes when she feels a warm jacket draped over her engulfing her in a familiar scent.

“Sorry I’m late, didn’t realize you wanted to go jogging.”

“Trent?”

“Hey Court.”

He says her name with a smile, he doesn’t question her on why she was out in her pajamas at nearly three in the morning sitting on the ground. He helps her up and into the passenger seat as he drives them back to her place. He doesn’t yell at her, his voice is calm and gentle when he tells her she’s home. She removes her seatbelt and that’s when she notices the duffel bag in the back seat. He catches her gaze explaining immediately even though he would never ask her to tell him what went wrong.

“It’s just some spare clothes. I was going to leave it in the car. I figure I might be here a while since we’re going to start on the new album tomorrow… or today rather.”

“You can bring it inside. I don’t mind.”

“You sure?”

She nods. He smiles at her again as he grabs the duffle in one hand with the other holding hers as they walk back inside her place. He doesn’t scold her on leaving her door ajar and unlocked. Once inside is when he notices the scrape on her knee. He immediately heads to the bathroom to grab the medical kit to help clean her wound. When she’s all patched up, he places a kiss on her bandaid as if it was the most natural thing to do. He notices her surprise.

“Sorry, Mom always did that for me whenever I got hurt. It took the pain away.”

She doesn’t say anything, she just opens her left hand where the pick had been the entire time. He takes it from her understanding that she was okay for now. When he looks at her again she’s overcome with another intense feeling, one that she never thought she would feel again so quickly. Panic starts to rise within as her brain feeds her false information. He pulls her out of the darkness as he wraps his arms around her keeping her safe and secure. The intruding fear leaves as she calms down. She pushes him away when his embrace becomes too much, he scoots over to give her more space.

“Are you ready to go to sleep Court?”

“Almost. I know it’s late, but I want to write for a bit. You can go to sleep first.”

“Inspiration strikes at any time. I’ll stay up with you.”

She pulls out her notebook armed with purple ink as it spills out on the page. He doesn’t interrupt, as she continues to put words on paper. It’s not often that she gets to write herself. She writes down all her haunting thoughts and with each line she feels a bit more healed. It’s therapeutic in a way, she wonders why she never did this in the first place, it would’ve saved her a lot more heartache. She passes him the notebook when she’s finished, he scans through the words until he reaches the end. He looks back up at her with a smile and a promise.

We've all been hurt before

If all's fair in love and war

What are we fighting for?

Baby, had the good intentions

Couldn't face another change of direction

Tell me what's the method to your madness

I'm just a fucking sad bitch, show me you can handle it

Save me from my own reflection

I can't take this tight rope tension

Tell me what's the method to your madness

I'm just a fucking sad bitch, show me you can handle it

A/N: This is only a glimpse of how I feel, I didn’t want to make the fic more dark, but it did to write it out. If anyone else is in the same boat know you’re not alone and that you can beat this. I’m still here and you here too.

[cyb3r-kat]

Christmas Morning- Thomas x MC (Secret Santa MOTY Fanfic)

Merry Christmas and happy holidays! This is the Secret Santa gift to @playchoicesships​​ ! Hope you have a wonderful holiday season and enjoy your gift! 

Speical thanks to @andi-the-cat​ for running the exchange and for allowing me to step in and write this! 

Word count: 1300

Rating: G

A/N: apologies in advance for any misspellings and typos! 

Tag list: @usuallyamazinglyaverage​ @perriewinklenerdie​ @lilyofchoices​ @the-everlasting-dream​  @playchoicesships​ @andi-the-cat​ @desiree-0816​ @hopelessromantic1352​ @msjpuddleduck​

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It’s roughly, give or take, a few minutes past midnight when the giggling can be heard. Thomas has been a light sleeper, ever since Luz was a baby, but Emily on the other hand wasn’t. She’s still beside him, that angel face of hers sound asleep with strands of hair brushing her cheeks. He can’t help but smile every time he looks at her. She’s beautiful, perfect really, in every way imaginable. He leans over and presses a tender kiss against his girlfriend’s temple and brushed away some of her hair. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll go see what’s wrong,” he tells her, knowing she can’t hear. He slides from his bed, their bed, and throws on what Luz called his “old man shawl”. It’s about the most comfortable thing he ever wears, he’s grows so tired of dressing in pressed white shirts and tailored slack pants for work. The hardwood flooring is cold against his feet as he walks across the bedroom and opens up the door  gradually, poking his head out in the darkened hallway as the only glow is from the Christmas tree lights in their living room. But in the shadow of the light, two tiny figures can be seen, and their giggling is more apparent out in the hall.

Thomas is grateful for people like Emily and her daughter Terra. Him and Emily haven't been dating long but even prior to dating, Emily and Terra treated him and his own daughter like family. Luz is ecstatic to have her best friend around still, and elated at the prospect that Terra could be her future step-sister. It makes Thomas smiles knowing that in the future, at least on paper, they’d be a family. And he can’t wait to call Emily his wife someday. 

He tiptoes discreetly down the hall and presses himself against the wall, peeping around the corner. Sitting by the tree, dressed in their festive pjs and sipping from their mugs of hot chocolate, is Luz and Terra. Their small voices in hushed whispers only to be followed by a fit of giggles.

“You think he’s gonna come?” Terra whispers, her hands clutching her mug as she looks between Luz and the fireplace. “It’s past midnight!”

“Shhh! Keep your voice down! What if they hears us!” Luz says, unable to repress the smile on her face and Thomas can’t repress his either. “My dad and your mom might come and catch us!”

“Oh that won't happen! They’re probably kissing and holding hands in bed,” Terra throws herself into a fit of giggles as she almost topples over, “doing gross adult stuff.”

Luz tries her best to hush her, though fails as she herself is caught up in a fit of giggles. Thomas has to cover his mouth in order to stop his own laughter. He doesn’t wish to get caught, he’d hate to ruin the girls fun. He continues on watching in silence as the girls laugh away at talking about him and Emily. Making some over exaggerated claims and expressions all in good fun. They eventually settle down enough and  drink from their mugs again. 

“You think Santa is gonna bring us what we asked for?” Terra asks, eyes lighting up in wonder. 

Luz breaks out in a playful grin. “I hope so! I asked Santa for new soccer cleats!”

“But, didn’t you just get new ones for your birthday?”

“Yeah but these ones are extra pointy! Which means I get to stomp and kick people with even better cleats!” Thomas has to hold himself back from saying something, and bites down on his  index knuckle, his shoulders shaking from containing his own laughter. 

“Well I asked Santa for a brand new planetary system! This time with all of Jupiter's moons! I wanna be able to build Harplyke and Callisto and…”

Terra rapid fire listed off all the moons the planet had. It was enough to make his head spin but Luz is fascinated to listen to her best friend talk. He glances to his watch on his wrist, the time now twenty past midnight. He knows he should step in and get them to go back to bed. Though he’s too much of a softie  to do so.

“What are you doing up?”

Being startled, Thomas turns around to find Emily standing there, wrapped up in one of his sweaters as she smiles at him. She has horrible bedhead and some of her mascara smudged under eye that she missed taking off before bed.  He smiles back her and presses a kiss upon her soft lips before drawing away.

“It’s the girls. They’re up waiting for Santa to come,” he tells her as turns back to the girls, “I don’t have the heart to tell them to go to bed.”

From behind, Emily slipped her arms around him and nestles against his side, his arm around her shoulders as he watches Emily look on at the girls. “It is rather cute,” she whispers, “I can see why.”

“You think we should do something?” Thomas asks, squeezing her arm.

Emily ponders for a moment before answering. “Nah, let them stay up. They’ll tucker themselves out. Besides, I buried all of Santa’s gifts in the back of the tree  and put some in the stockings.”

“Ah, smart, I knew I kept you around for some reason,” Thomas jokes with her.

Emily looks lovingly over to him and takes his free hand into her own and squeezes it. “Oh how you flatter me. And here I thought you kept me for my looks.” 

“It’s a bonus,” Thomas captures her lips for a quick moment, “I can’t complain.”

Emily shakes her head, the corner of her lips tugging upwards as she tries to hide her smile, though she can’t hide her blush. Thomas follows her gaze  back to the kids are are now curled up on the couch together, watching something from the tablet that they keep around. Luz is half awake as she watches and Terra is starving off sleep as she struggles to watch. 

“It’s space related,” Emily whispers, “Terra, she loves to watch space videos before bed. I’m glad she’s sharing them with Luz now.”

Thomas looks away from the kids as he looks down at Emily. He reaches out and grazes her cheek as he cups her face and turns her head towards him. There’s a tender look in her eyes, and a tired yet comfort filled smile painted on her lips. If Thomas could pause this moment, he would. Everytime he looked at her, the world seems to melt away. He has many words he wants to tell her. Like how he’s glad her and Terra are sharing in the holidays with them, that he’s glad people like them stumbled into their lives when they least expected it. That their families became more and more blended with each passing day. He isn’t sure how to tell the all that, not without choking up and crying. So he simply leans forward, and pours all the words he longs to say into a smooth and steady kiss. Deepening it as he pulls her in close and presses his back to the wall. The warmth of her hands feel so wonderful against his face.

He’s the one to pull away first and presses his forehead against hers. His hands resting on her hips while hers still rest gingerly on the side of his face. “I love you.” He means it, with every fiber and being in his body he does mean those three simple words. 

Emily steals one last quick kiss from his lips, her smile is bright like all the stars in the sky. “I love you too.”

And in the moment, in the early Christmas morning hours, everything is perfect and right with the world.

[timetravelthroughbooks]

Mirror Pike x Tilly

Imagine : Mirror Pike is still captured on the Discovery in the wrong universe. Everybody looks at him with hatred in their eyes, except for young Ensign Tilly. One day, she has the task to bring him back to his cell, after he helped looking for the Terran Discovery. And – as we all know Tilly – she's going to get into trouble, that's for sure…

I did it! I wrote purest fluff about these two. Please be nice, this is my first time every writing in English but I hope you like it!

“How about changing the coordinates? Putting in the ones from the rendezvous point into the system?”

Ensign Tilly was amazed about the wrong Pike, but that was nothing new. She was stunned the moment he’d materialized on the transporter platform. He looked different from the original starfleet captain and it took her breath away. Even though she knew how cruel and mad the people from the mirror universe could be (because of Lorca and her mirror-self Captain Killy she still had nightmares sometimes). Mirror Pike seemed to be different. Not like Georgiou, who was the badass empress of the Terran Empire, eating Kalpiens for dinner or like Captain Lorca.

Tilly stared at him a little bit longer. He focused on the screens in front of him and talked to Commander Saru like he was their Captain. But sexier than the original one, she thought. He had gorgeous long hair with grey strands in it and a long beard. All of it made his baby blue eyes pop out even more.

Okay, Till – focus!

She looked down on her own screen and tried to remember what she wanted to do. Oh crap! She couldn't focus on the freaking screen! With a frustrated hiss she looked back to Pike. She remembered the conversation she had with him after his first week on the Discovery. That time, she was the one who gave him food in his highly secured cell.

“I know you think I am the bad guy. But in my perspective, I am just a Captain at the Terran Empire, trying to survive…I – I did things which would be wrong in your universe… but not in mine. There, they are necessary.”

Tilly had just stared at the bearded Mirror Captain Dimples right in front of her. And deep down she’d believed him. She really believed him that he had to do awful things in the mirror universe. Tilly knew what her doppelganger had done. She probably wasn’t called Captain Killy as a joke… What would she – the prime Tilly do to save her friends? She’d probably cross the line too – loosening her moral values to keep everyone save.

“You are in the Command Training Program so I guess you are smart enough to see I am not an evil psychopath.”

Oh stars – how could these blue eyes belong to a psychopath?, she asked herself.

“Ensign Tilly? Is it possible to get your attention?” Tilly flinched together. Commander Saru looked at her with a stern expression.

“Oh of course, Sir! I am sorry, I – I was distracted. You know my thoughts can get a little bit messy and-“

“Tilly…”, Saru gave her a warning look, so she stopped talking.

Commander Saru seemed to be happy about it and continued with a friendlier voice: “I think we are finished with today’s calculation and help from… Pike. Could you walk our special guest back to his cell?”

Tilly swallowed. All of the sudden, her mouth was very dry. Nevertheless, she nodded.

“Of course, Commander.” Mirror Pike stepped back from the computer monitors and turned towards the Ensign.

Tilly took the electric handcuffs from her own desk and walked towards him. She felt her cheeks flush into a nice pink tone.

“Would you be so kind to give me-“, before she’s able to finish the sentence, Pike already lifted his hands in front of his body.

“Thank you.”, said Tilly and quickly wrapped the handcuffs around his wrists.

“You’re welcome.”, he said softly. Tilly lifted her head and returned his long stare.

“Okay, well then – let’s go. Mirror Captains first.”, she tried to joke and pointed at the door. Without another word, Pike followed her orders and stepped through the door.

*

They walked down many corridors without exchanging a word. Tilly was still trapped in the past, haunted by memories of short conversations with him. Last Saturday she’d asked him about his crew on his ship in the mirror universe. He’d told her that he always tried to protect them from the Terran Empress and her chessmen. But along the way he had been trapped by one of them – Captain Killy. She swallowed hard. Tilly knew how Mirror Lorca had manipulated Mirror Burnham… what if Captain Killy had done the same with him? Used him for her own benefit? Threatened him and his crew, everytime he didn’t do what she wanted?

“Something is going on in the complicated but fascinating brain of yours. What’s wrong?”

Tilly almost jumped again, because she’d nearly forgotten that Pike was at her side. She tried not to look at him, as they walked down the corridor, which would lead them past Tilly’s and Burnham’s room.

“I don’t know what you mean. Everything’s alright.”

“Are you sure? You couldn’t take your eyes of me for two hours.”

Now her whole face reddened.

“I didn’t – I mean – I – am responsible that you are not going to kill anyone or escape so –”

Pike chuckled.

“Oh- that weren’t just glances from a security guard. You were thinking about me – as a person.”

Oh shit! She must’ve looked like a tomato now. Without thinking, she changed her way and stopped at the door to her room, opened the door with her code and pushed Pike forward. The door closed behind her and the voices from the corridors went silent.

“You are right. I was thinking about you but… that is all your fault!”

He frowned.

“My fault? How-”

“You started talking to me! You told me nearly everything about your life.”

The words sounded like an accusation. “You told me how you tried to protect your crew, how you saved them many times and you told me about my doppelganger.”

“I – I am sorry? You looked like you wanted to know-“

“-And you are always – ALWAYS – so kind to me. What is wrong with you? You are from the mirror universe! You should try to kill me or manipulate me – which you are probably going to do anyway and all of this is part of your plan-”

Now Pike was the one who interrupted her.

“I have no plan and I did not try to manipulate you.”

Tilly gesticulated wildly.

“But what is the matter then? Why are you … like you are?”

Internally, Tilly rolled her eyes. Always so eloquent, Till.

“Because I like the gentle version of Sylvia Tilly.”

Tilly nearly stopped breathing and looked up to him, stunned.

He held her gaze and stepped a bit closer. How could he say something like that? After all, Captain Killy had captured him, hurt him-

“But I nearly look like her, isn’t that torture for you?” Her voice was softer now, almost inaudible for him.

“You are not at all like your counterpart. You have a gentle heart. I like to talk to you, to look at you. At this incarnation of Sylvia Tilly.”

He looked at her with pure honesty in his eyes and that gave Tilly the rest. She forgot every Starfleet protocol she’d learned over the past years, stepped forward and captured his lips with hers. At first, Pike was surprised but then he returned her kiss passionately.

Tilly couldn’t stop herself and deepened the kiss. She stepped even closer to him and buried her hands in his hair. They felt good between her fingertips and his breath felt like a caress. But all of the sudden, he raised his head and she needed to stop.

Tilly glanced up at him, a question mark above her head.

He lifted his hands.

“Could you free me? Just for the moment? I promise not to escape with a shuttle”, he said breathlessly.

“Oh – I forgot the handcuffs. I believe, this is the moment I’m going to figure out if I am crazy to bring you here in the first place.”

With a little bit of fumbling she got the handcuffs off him and threw them onto Burnham’s bed. Pike smiled at the Ensign.

“You will be thankful later for freeing my hands.”, he joked amused.

Tilly escaped a giggle and wanted to say something funny in return, but Pike was faster and sealed her lips with a devotedly kiss. He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her in close.

thanks to @infairwinghellsing for encourage me to finally post this on tumblr!

[goldenchildkatsuki]

“the usual?”

credits to @awesome-yet-weird-weirdo:  ! AU where Bakugou works in one of the bubble tea shops and Uraraka is a regular and he gets a huge crush on her

! And Bakugou finally tries to do something about it and tries to be suave and cool about it and he plans it all out in his head and when he finally does it he just like,, throws a paper with his number on it at her and runs

Writers note: This wasn’t a request but when @awesome-yet-weird-weirdo came up with this AU inspired by my last fic I wrote, I was so down to write it. So I’m going to do just that! I feel like this one isn’t as good as the other ones, but please let me know what you think guys!

Summary: Bakugou has been working in his aunts bubbletea shop for some time now. How embaraasing it might be it was the only place that would hire him. Other peple that interviewed him would often describe him as “too angry” or “rough looking” and would say “aren’t you more suited to help out at the local gym?”. So his aunt hired him with pity, but so what? He needed the money. Besides, there’s this cute girl that keeps coming in every other day and she’s not bad to look at at all.

Ship: Kacchako (Uraraka x Bakugou)

Bakugou’s POV

Bubble tea shop AU

Word count: 2.695

‘Katsukiii!’ his aunt yelled. ‘Have you learned how to make the new summer specials just like I asked you too?’ A boy wrapped a black apron around is broad back and wiped his hands on the back of his jeans. ‘I have, I have, don’t worry about it!’ he fished his name tag that said ‘Bakugou Katsuki’ from the counter and clipped it on his shirt. His aunt was pacing up and down the shop, setting the flowers on each table right,  sweeping crumbs of chairs and looking in the mirror every now and then checking herself in the reflection. Bakugou just stood there watching her stress and it made him even feel a bit panicky. ‘The shop looks fine, God, you seriously need to stop freaking out so much every time we open!’ His aunt stopped for a second and stomped towards him. Up close he could really tell she was his mother’s sister. Same spikey hair but softer eyes than his mom, also a red-brownish eye color that men that come in the shop always seemed to compliment. ‘It’s the 21st of June. Summer just started and the weather is already extremely nice. Ice cream shops are popping up everywhere and I just know we’re going to lose a lot of customers.’ Bakugou walked to the front of the counter and leaned against next to his aunt. ‘We do have some loyal regulars though.’ Saying that only one regular came to mind. There’s this girl, who always comes in around the same time every  day or so. She orders the same drink every time. Peach tea with passionfruit pearls. Medium sized. And she always ask for extra pearls just before he’s about the put the tea in the cup. The buzzer goes off. Bakugou’s aunt immediately stood up straight and blurted out a greeting a little too loud and it sounded very rehearsed. When she saw who it is she dropped her act and walked towards the person that entered the shop. ‘Oh, Miss Uraraka Ochako, I knew you would still come over for you’re daily dose of bubba!’ Bakugou felt he was getting flustered and rushed behind the counter to preapre the stations, even though he already prepared and cleaned the stations moments ago. Everything to avoid her face and not burst into flames. ‘Katsuki dear!’ Did his aunt really have to call him by his first name in front her? ‘Can you help Ochako, I have to run out for a second and take care of some orders. She walked past him and winked at him. Now it was time to turn around. He hasn’t even greeted her yet. Why can’t he just act normal everytime she stopped by. “Man up you dork” he tried to motivate himself. He wiped his sweaty palms against on his apron and faced her. Man, this girl was bright. She was literally glowing. Did anyone ever consider wearing sunglasses when around her. ‘Eh hi Katsuki? Shoot, that doesn’t sound right actually. I’ll just stick with “Bakugou”.’ His aunt always insisted for her tp call them by their first name because she was under the impressions that’s the kind of relationship they’ve built. Everytime Ochako greeted  Bakugou she triesd saying his first name, but to her it sounded weird everytime she said it out loud. She kept trying to say it though, hoping that one day it would sound less weird and forced but that day clearly hasn’t come yet. ‘Maybe next Wednesday.’ They both laughed. He thought it was kind of cute that they had a little routine going on. Even though it was quite embarassing, seeing her deep in thought of how his first name sounded to her. That moment made his heart skip rope. Honestly, this girl was a weird one. She was clumsy, she was always deep in thought about irrelevant things and often forgot she was talking to herself and that yes, he heard what she said. Those traits made her charming though. He had many customers that started whispering after catching a glimpse of her trying to collect her coins that fell on the ground or when she twirled her hair around her finger trying to decide if she was going to order a different flavor that day. It was hard not to notice her. She was literally a ball of light. Her face was pale but she had rosy cheeks as if she ran to the shop everytime. She had long dark brown eyelashes that curled perfectly. She had a small nose that tip-tilted ever so slightly. And don’t get him started about her lips. They were full and always covered in shiny, pink lipgloss. Bakugou could write a whole book about how beautiful she was inside and out and he could guarantee it would be a bestseller.‘The usual?’ Bakugou asked whilst taking a marker and a cup. She plucked at the stray hairs coming out of her messy bun. ‘Should I maybe try…’ Bakugou knew by now that was definitely not directed at him, she’s thinking out loud again. Bakugou already started writing her name on the cup. His handwriting sure isn’t the best and he never really cared even though it was a important part of his job. For Ochako he put just a tiny bit more effort into his handwriting. After being done writing her name he was hesitant. What if he just..Wrote his number on her cup? He had no idea how she would react. He looked up at her. She’s still plucking at a few strands of her caramel colored hair. ‘Don’t you want to try our summer specials today?’ Ochako eyes went to the menu and looked back to Bakugou. ‘Since when have you had specials?’ “Okay Katsuki, come up with something smart here.” ‘Since you started showing up, we wanted to impress you ya’ know, make sure you keep coming back.’ Bakugou grinned from ear to ear. He was actually proud of that. I think that’s the most cool thing he said to her since she started showing up. Today might be his day you know. ‘Hm, all your specials have strawberry in them though. I’m allergic to strawberry unfortunately!’  Bakugou felt like jumping off the roof of the shop. He’s pretty sure she mentioned that once as well. Bakugou threw down the marker and started working on her usual order. ‘The usual it is then.’ He said with a low voice. He screwed up. How could he be so stupid to think that maybe today could be the day that he could shoot his shot. He thinks that Uraraka felt the awkwardness only just now and tried to start a conversation with him. ‘So, Bakugou, are you gonna do anything fun this summer?’ He knew she’s trying to help but mentioning summer vacation is honestly depressing. The only thing he was gonna be doing is working his ass off at the shop, desperately trying to compete with the other seasonal vendors. He has a few days off though but no idea who the spend them with. Since he’s been working almost every spare hour ofhis free time saving for his dream university he has lost contact with most of his friends from high school. ‘Oh you know,’ Bakugou said making sure he put extra pearls in her cup. ‘I’ll just be here, sweating my balls off and making drinks.’ Ochako walked to the part where of the shops where they showcased their pasteries. ‘You should seriously take some time off in my opinion, would do you good. You seem so…uptight sometimes.’ ‘Uptight!’ Bakugou yells whilst putting more tea on the floor then in the cup. Is that really what he looked like to her? Uptight and awkward guy? Did she even knew she’s what’s made him seem uptight? Bakugou’s sudden increase in volume didn’t even seem to phase her. ‘Yeah, only sometimes though.’ She said calmly. Bakugou puts the lid on the cup and slides her a blue straw to match her bright blue jumper. Kind of shaking a bit he shoved the beverage infront of him on the counter. The girl skipped back to the counter and happily accepted her drink. Desperate to forget her comment Bakugou asked her her question back. ‘What about you, are you gonna do anything fun this summer?’ Uraraka beamed even brighter, if that’s even physically possible. ‘I’m going to my grandparents in the country for two weeks next week Friday. I haven’t seen them in such a long time and I want to keep myself busy this summer so working on there farm is going to be a perfect upportunity for me to do so.’ Bakugou’s heart dropped and his finger were itching to clutch his chest. She was going to be out of town for two whole weeks? To him that did really seem like an eternity. ‘Oh, sounds fun.’ He managed to purse out his lips. Ochako slapped her hands together. ‘Isn’t it just! Oh Bakugou, I wish you could see the mountains and the bright, blue lake, it’s honestly such a beautiful place. “Take me with you then.” He imemdiately thought. But instead of saying that he just says: ‘I bet it is.’ Urarake emptied her wallet on the counter whilst taking big sips of her drink. ‘That should be enough right? Wait, let me count again.’ Every ounce of care had left Bakugou’s body. ‘It’s okay, leave it, have a nice day.’ He muttered and disappeared in the back. A confused Uraraka’s left behind. She put a single coin and leaves the shop. A miunte after the buzzer goes off, Bakugou returned to the counter to put all the money in the cash register. He had to do something. Something to woo her, before she goes to the country side. Who knows what could happen? She couldn’t  stop by here every other day. She might forget him, she might find a person she’s interested in, she might even realise that she didn’t like bubble tea! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Was he going insane. He’s actually felt he’s gonna completely lose her. It was time to take these feelings more seriously. “She can’t forget about you. She absolutely can’t forget about you.” Bakugou needed to be direct, even though that’s part of his personality, that character trait completely disappeared when she’s in front of him. Bakugou walked to the open sign at the window of the shop and turned it to ‘closed’. He was sure his aunt would understand. She didn’t want to lose their cutest most loyal customer either right? He prepares himself a drink and sits down on a counter. He was trying to come up something half decent to say to her. He closed he eyes and threw his head back. “How the hell do you ask someone out?” He tried to think about stuff she might like, stuff he said that made her laugh once. “Uptight”. The word made him groan. He has to be everything but that. After letting out a heavy sigh he finaly has atleast one thing he can say to her. ‘You look pretty today.’ He whispered to himself. That’s a good start.

Two days later she enters the shop again. Business still isn’t booming so Bakugou’s aunt is making desperate phonecalls to advertisers begging them to let her put an add of the shop in their magazine. You could hear her stomping around upstairs and faintly yelling. She could come in any minute. He retied his apron, checked the counter and made sure the stations were clean. He genuinely looked like his panicky aunt at the moment. Bzzz!

That was most definitely her. ‘Katsu-no..Baku-‘. Bakugou put down two drinks on the counter. Uraraka raised her eyebrows. ‘Oh! I’m not in a rush or anything!’ Bakugou picked up his drink and confidently took a sip. ‘I know, I thought you might enjoy to spend my break together.’ God, this sounded so unnatural. Even his voice sounded different  whilst saying that sentence. Uraraka fished her wallet out her handbag. ‘Since when do you have a break during this time of the day?’ Bakugou casually waved his hand towards her. ‘That one’s on the house and it’s been extremely busy this morning so I got handed an extra break.’ Uraraka hesitantly closed her wallet. ‘Hm.’  She just said. What the fuck that does mean? Maybe she wasn’t the type of girl you could woo with free bubba. He felt his forhead, neck and chest getting damp. This was stupid. He’s stupid. Every once of his body was rejecting this foreign personallity he was forcing down his throat. The small girl leaned in with her back against the counter and finally took a sip of her drink. ‘Hm! Those are a lot of pearls, I’m lovign this!’ She closed her eyes and let her head fall on her hand. ‘I’m being spoilt here!’ Bakugou leaned a forward and smiled at her. ‘That’s allowed every now and then right?’ Ochako turned around and her face unexpectedly very  was very close to his. He felt a huff of her warm breathe on his nose. Her breathe smelled like sweet peach. Feeling that his ears were going red he whipped his head right back. ‘Uh, you know what? You should try mine.’ He could feel his back getting drenched. Urakaka came in even closer and inspected his drink. It’s a dark red drink with almost invisible pink balls at the bottom. ‘Melon tea and raspberry pearls.’ He just says. It’s a combination he came up with a long time ago but never made it to the menu because of hid aunts hate for raspberries. He tipped his cup a bit forward and poked the straw against her upper lip. He had to swallow when he took a quick glance at het plump and glossy lips. Uraraka raised one eyebrow before shrugging and putting her lips around the straw. She took a tiny sip and only just manages to get one pearl in her mouth. ‘And?’ His voice could barely stay steady. She took her lips of the straw and licks her lips. “Fuck”. ‘I quite like it, honestly didn’t expect it to!’ ‘Good!’ Bakugou said a bit too hyped up. He looked over his shoulder and quickly took a deep breathe. Now it was time. ‘Can you read the back of the cup for me?’ Bakugou was leaking at this point. Uraraka took the cup from him and turns it around. ‘Uhhh?’ She squinted and brought the cup closer to her eyes. Bakugou is digging his nails into his palms and wass looking at her with a straight face. ‘This is super smudged, I think I can make out a ‘c’…Maybe?’ Bakugou wanted the ground to swallow him whole. His sweaty hands must’ve whiped off his message that he wrote on the cup. In that moment in time he felt like the biggest dork in the world. He couldn’t keep up the stupid grin and shitty suave personality anymore. ‘What did it say? Bakugou? Hello?’ Bakugou bit his lip and yelled: ‘Fuck this shit dude.’ And he picked a receipt out of the trashcan. He grabbed the marker from one of the stations and wrote ‘Go out with me’ and below that he wrote his phone number. He slapped the piece of paper infront of her on the counter and then whilst undoing his apro,n runs out the shop. ‘You look pretty today by the way!’ Uraraka can hear him faintly yell outside. Bakugou feels like an absolute tool. He can’t even imagine what she was thinking at that moment. She was probably terrified and thhought he went insane. But it actually felt like he did for a second. He threw his apron on the sidewalk and sat on the corner of the street. He let out a loud irritated growl which almost blocked out the sound of his phone ringing. Midway his growl he noticed his phone was ringing. It was probably his aunts wondering where the hell he’s gone off too. ‘What?!’ he yells through the phone. It stayed silent for  second. ‘Hi Katsuki, how about dinner tomorrow?’

[activatingaggro]

needle in the thread (trying to get you out of my head)

NANAKO BONJOU | 8.3 sweeps / 18 years old

lang kheh, red light district

(3,070 words)

The air is heady with incense and the scent of too many trolls when you duck inside the small building.

This is the one thing you'll give it: past that doorframe, the ceiling is high enough that your horns don't go scraping on the rafters. But that's the only thing. It's mood lighting as far as the eye can see, little bulbs of red too dull for the empress's blade bobbing in the darkness, and drawing it all the deeper for their efforts. There's stalls as far as the eye can see in the plaza, stretching from wall to wall, and the owners eyes glint red as you walk by each.

You hate going into places like this, for a hundred different reasons. There's too many bodies, for one - it feels like there's a hundred smells tugging at your nose, sweat, and salt, and blood all bandying to be heard, the rank smell of too many people in one space barely covered by the candles burning at each stall. Every time someone jostles you, or touches you, it feels like the smell lingers, just a little more. There's too many bodies.. and there's too many people, because it's all you can do to draw your coat tighter, pull your sleeves longer.

When someone comes close enough that their horns scrape against yours, without even so much as a pardon, you have to grit your teeth not to lash out.

There's too many people, here. There's too many smells, and there's too much noise, washing over you like a gust of the simoom, a thousand little sounds digging into your patience and flaying it raw. There's just too much of everything, and you're scarcely a minute in, but your breath is already trying to catch. You hate coming in here. The red light market of Lang Kheh is one of the worst places on the planet, and you're not even allowed, anyway - if your instructors knew where you were right now -

They'd slap a nullifier on your hide, just to flay you alive.

But they don't, and it doesn't matter how much you hate it, because you're not here for you. Hdijah loves the market, more than she loves anything else in the entire world, and Hdijah is the one that forgot the both of you have an exam in the morning.

Luckily, there's only a handful of stalls she goes to, and at this time of day, only one of them is still open.

Your stomach curls when the stall vendor smiles at you, ears lifting in recognition. "Morning, lah," he says, pleased. He's got a rickshaw spot across half his face, bloomed blue with blood colour just short of teal. It's the sort of thing you shouldn't care about, not really, and you wouldn't of, before the academy. But things rub off, no matter how bad you feel about it later. "Back again so soon? Was not expecting -"

"Not here for me, abang. Looking for friend." You don't bother to smile. He knows you by now, and the last time you'd tried, he'd laughed at you, asked if you were going to get sick on him.

His stall is one of the largest ones in the market. The shelves reach higher than he can, and he's not a small man. Even with his horns shaved down to the scalp, he's bigger than you. (And you'd been so surprised, the first time you'd spotted them. Thought only criminals did that, you'd whispered to Hdijah, later, and she'd laughed, and laughed, and laughed until she'd wept from it.)

You make a noise to stop him, but he doesn't pay you any mind as he scrambles on his step ladder. There's bottles stacked on the shelves, each labelled in a variant of Standard that you can't read in this poor lighting, but the one he grabs is small, nearly flourescent. When he drops back down to the counter, he holds it up with a flourish, and it shines in the red light. "Have something for jades," he says, grinning at you. He's got flat teeth like a hoofbeast, unnaturally even, and when he sees the way your eyes linger on them, his grin widens.

"Ha! Like them? Had them filed, mah jie. Cousin down row." He leans forward, klacks them together with a sound that makes you flinch. "Could bite right through bone, now," he says, smug. "You want stall number? Could give discount -"

"Going back now," you say instead, and dart past him, and behind the curtain to the rest of his stall, ignoring his forlorn okay lor behind you.

There's curtains separating each little room of his business. You have to push past three, murmuring apologies and keeping your eyes ahead of you, before you find Hdijah.

She looks different everytime you see her. The only way that you can recognise her, sometimes, is the way that her psionics make your horns itch, like a burr right in their bedrock: her psi is strong enough that it aches when it latches onto your pan, but the irritation's a familiar one, by now. She'd told you it was worse for lower castes, once, and you could believe it. There's a reason you're the only lowblood who'll talk to her.

Several reasons.

She's lying on a bed, a troll half asleep, and sprawled across her. She's been braiding their hair, fingers tangled in the middle of a weave, and she scarcely looks up when you come in. Then her face brightens, all at once, and she practically jerks. "Nana," she cries, pleased. "What're you doing here?"

Tonight, her face's as jade as your own. Her nose is sleek and broad, her lips full, and her eyes are soft, heavily-lidded, with eyelashes so thick that you can barely see the colour underneath them. She's pretty, in short, and suddenly you feel awkward and under-dressed, despite the fact she's in little more than a t-shirt.

You can't keep your eyes on her face. So you settle them on her horns, instead. They're curling out tonight, in a big, spiral mess that'd cause her neck to snap, if they were real. You're not sure if it's the troll in her lap that's drawing that image out, or someone else in the building, but..

"Came to get you for exams, leh," you sniff, "but see was wrong. Fuck files, should have brought file. Someone watching too many vids?"

"i thought they were cute," she protests, mild. "Look at them. You could hang dangles from them!"

"Could stab eye out with them, yeah?"

"If you want to get gory. I don't know why you scimitars are always like this. But - ah - come here! Sit down!" She shifts, pats the side of the cushion next to her. You squint at it, and then her. "You might be a little in my lap," she says, apologetic, "but I've still got this room for another two hours. We could get some honey - well, no, I could get some honey, and you could get some juice - and just talk, this fellow's not waking up for a few hours, I think -"

You huff, running a hand through your hair. You'd cut it, recently, and the new shortness still bothers you: there's no strands to work your fingers through, really, just.. tufts. "No can do," you tell her. "Why act so blur, girl? Said already, exams. Need to go hive, get some sleep, lor."

"I'm still going to exams. I'll be there before first bell, don't worry -"

"Stinking of honey?" You lean forward, give a sniff. It's not as bad as you'd expected, but it's still there: the chemical tang of mind honey, so sweet that it borders on painful. "Will hit you with hose, lor, then put in brig. No good, Hdijah, no good! Who I cheat off of then? Have me copying Tuyuut?"

"Tuyuut barely literate, siao," you sniff. "Lusus write better than him, eh, each one!"

When she laughs, no matter what she looks like, it's always the same way: the skin bunches under her eyes, her cheeks push all the way up, and she cackles, in a ripple that goes all the way from the bottom of her belly up.

"You could manage without me," she argues, when she's done. "And don't be cruel to yourself, Nana, I love you. You know you're not dumb."

Easy for a torrent to say, you nearly sniff, but you hold off. You don't want to fight with her, no matter how much the scent in the air's starting to get to you. You've never wanted to fight with Hdijah, not even when it's so easy to prickle your other program members. It's just this place. You've never liked this many people around! It's better here, in the markets, then it is in the institute, at least: it doesn't really matter if people judge you, here. But it's one thing to know that, and another thing to remember, when there's a hundred bodies pushing in.

The curtain doesn't quiet the chatter of the other stalls that much. Or..

"Hdijahhh." Time to try another tactic. You pout at her, biting your lip. "Came all the way here to get," you say, just short of a whine. "Come with, yeah? Can come back to shady stall later, liao, listen to people, um - pail?" You glance side-long at the farthest curtain.

She does, too, wrinkling her nose as she takes it in. "Pile," she tries, but there's enough doubt in the word that even she pauses. ".. pile?"

"Pail," you huff. "Listen to shady strangers pale, pile with weird fellows, can do all that on own time. Could do at home, too. Come to my dorm, leh, stay day, have to listen people pailing all time, have special broom just for it. And not dumb, maybe, but not smart as you! Need to go home, study," you emphasize, "but look this, am out retrieving you, instead."

"I have make-up exams, least. Doesn't matter if study! Am not here for brains, leh, what they care if dumb? But you all brains. What you got, if you go failing? Will have to leave the program, Hdijah." You jam your hands in your pockets. "Not good," you finish up. "Not good at all."

You don't usually have to convince her like this. Usually, she's not hesitant at all; by the time you come to get her, the handfuls of times you've had to, she's been agreeable enough. Hdijah doesn't want to fail, anymore than you do, even if her reasons run different than yours.

You think. She won't tell you too much about herself. You don't even know what she looks like, under her psi, but that's fine: sometimes, you're not sure she does, either.

Usually, you don't have to convince her.. but she's hesitating now, looking down at the fellow instead of at you. Her hair's too short to fall in her face, but the candle on the table nearby is finally banking. The red light flickers on her, deepening the yellow of her face, turning the shadows darker.

"I think," she says, carding her fingers through their hair, ruining the braid that she'd only half-made, "maybe I want to leave, Nana."

She gets dressed readily enough after that. In silence: she doesn't have much else to say, no matter how much you nudge her. And you try. Her face's pale, though, and her lips are pinched tight.

By the time the two of you leave the marketplace, her psionics have shifted. She's back to the way you usually see her: violet-skinned, with rickshaw spots spackling her hide, with the long, tapered features that always make you pause. Her coat resettles on her thinner frame like it was made for it, the fur collar still tucked meticulously under her chin, and you know if you reached out to touch it, your pan would tell you it was real.

It's not, of course. None of her features are. Her pan tells you what you should see, and yours does all the work of fixing things until she fits.

But when you take a hold of her hand, you know the way her fingers twine between yours is real. "Hdijah," you plead, "talk to me." The air is cleaner out here. The fresh salt breeze feels like a blessing, after nearly an hour inside of the cramped marketplace, and the streets are nearly empty at this time of day. "Why you want to quit?"

Torrents can't quit. Even you know that.

She doesn't answer for the longest time. But it's a lengthy walk back to where you'd parked the ship. Lang Kheh is a fine enough city, for the area, but.. there's no point in leaving an IPC vehicle out, this close to the Hanhai, and Port Mina. No one looks fondly on imperial programs out here, not with Temasek looming in the distance like some great squid.

It's fine. You just have to wait for her answer, and take it in stride.

"Don't you ever want quadrants, Nana?" is what she finally says, though, and you do pause.

"Me?" You wrinkle your nose at her. "Why we talking about me?"

"Because I want them," she says, and pulls up short, tugging your hand so that you pause with her. Her eyes are very, very violet in the darkness, bright as the moon above. "I want quadrants, and I want a clade, and - and - I don't want it in, oh, what did you say? A shady market stand, where I'm listening to people pail." Her laugh is strained. "If you think I like that, I'm afraid I have to correct you. It's awful."

Hdijah's your closest friend in the corps. She's your only friend, in a lot of ways! You've always chafed at getting too near anyone else: you joined to get out of the caverns, not to form some new unit, and the idea that you had to, just because you'd joined, was one you'd fought against. You'd have your battery, someday, but until then, you didn't need anyone else.

But Hdijah had wormed her way into your affections, through bringing you perfumes, and dropping by with books, and stealing your lunch when you weren't looking, because she'd sat down at your table when you were gone. And..

It's striking you that you might be her closest friend, too, if she's telling you this. Because torrents can't have quadrants. You barely pay attention to the other branches, but even you know that.

"But you like the work?" You thread your fingers through hers, clasp your other hand on top of hers. It doesn't matter what temperature she really is. Your brain says that violets are cold, and so that's what you're feeling, radiating through the thin leather of her gloves.

"I adore the work," she says, thin. "But I like people more, Nana. That's the problem. The proctors can go pail my exambooks, because I can't -" She takes a shaky breath, runs her tongue over dry lips. "If it's people or work, I can't do it. I thought I could, but I can't."

".. don't see why you can't have quadrants, anyway." You squeeze her hands. "They say you can't, yeah, I know," you add, "but - go to markets, all shady, do your thing already. How they gonna know if you do it elsewhere? Say they're friends!" A beat. "Really close friends! What they gonna say, eh? Can't have friends?"

"Gonna hide cameras in apartment, prove you pailing? Nah. Creepy! Too creepy." She's too serious. You lean in, tipping your head to bump your horns against hers. Or bump them where they should be: you've seen her with them short too many times for the illusion to hold, and your horns cut straight through them.

Just like you'd hoped, she laughs.

"They might have better hobbies than that," she agrees, and your pumpbiscuit does an unhappy little lurch at the way it sounds clogged. "Do you think that'd work? Because you're not allowed to have quadrants. I don't think you're even supposed to pail, unless it's their choice."

"Don't think they care," you tell her, firm, and you're not sure if you're right, but it's what she needs to hear. She can't leave the program, anymore than you can. There's only one way out, even if your pan skirts every time you try to think about it, and you won't let her, no matter what it takes. "Just for appearances, yeah? Making a point! Don't flaunt it, leh, why they bother? Could pail me, could pail proctor, could pail half of campus, long as it not on lawn, or flashing rings, dunno why it matter."

She blinks at you.

"I mean," you add, "don't do that, leh. Unsanitary! For every reason, yeah? Catch diseases, spread diseases - give lawn diseases - no good, no good. Stick to third of campus, pass proctors. Better that way."

"And you," she says, tilting her head to the side. She's got a strange look on her face. "Don't forget that part."

".. um." Did you mis-step? Maybe you mis-stepped. From the way she's looking at you, you absolutely did, and you - oh, this is why you don't talk to people, on average, you always get it wrong. "Am part of campus, yeah? Just turn of phrase! Could have said lusus, said nah, girl, too gross, too much, but can take it back. Could pail Tuyuut? Don't pail Tuyuut, too mean, probably bites, leh, but - um - Alsike --"

She tugs her hand free. Your pumpbiscuit gives one big, great stutter, but then she's wrapping a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in, and -

- oh.

Okay.

You didn't mis-step at all.

[omg-imatotalmess]

Books and Kisses

Hey guys! You all seem to really like Hermione x readers and who am I to deny you? I love them to. I’m also sorry that I’ve been away for so long, lots of family junk to deal with at the moment. I hope that this is kinda what you were looking for, Anon. Please enjoy!

Pairing: Hermione x Slytherin! Reader

Requested: Yep!

Anonymous Requested: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Hermione X female reader where the reader is a Slytherin and is really nice but a massive smart ass so she always ends up fighting with Hermione and they somehow end up making out in the restricted section and as they’re walking out of the library, snape catches them and sort of just raises his eyebrow, like he knew it was coming? Thanks!!

Warnings: None that I can think of

The library was your favorite place in the entire school; if not for the books then because you loved teasing Hermione Granger. She always got so mad at you. The thought crossed your mind that she only got mad because of your house. Slytherin. Though you weren’t as needlessly rude to others like most of your house mates. Just Hermione. 

Glancing around the library, you discovered that it was empty and Madam Pince wasn’t paying attention. Perfect. You took this opportunity to slip into the restricted section. You were looking for a book that would tell you how to brew a specific potion that, as a student, you weren’t allowed to make. You brushed your fingers over the well worn spines of the books, looking for the correct title in the dim light. Probably should have done this in the daytime, you thought, might have made this a little easier. As you looked through the books, you became aware of the feeling that you were being watched. 

“You’re not allowed to be here.” You turned to see the bushy haired brunette that amused you so. You raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh? And you are, Miss Goody-goody?” You returned, cooly. Judging by the way her cheeks flushed, she was breaking just as many rules as you were. 

“I should tell a teacher that you’re back here without a pass,” She said in her ‘holier than thou’ voice. You smirked, laughing quietly to yourself. She couldn’t be serious. The look on her face told you otherwise. 

“Hey, brainiac, you know if you tell someone I was here, they’ll know you were to. You’d be in just as much trouble as me,” You said. She snorted indignantly and you stifled a laugh. This was just too easy. Hermione could get frustrated just by looking at you. 

When she found that she had nothing more to say, she scoffed and turned to a shelf of books behind her. You shook your head. That girl amused you in so many ways. You also kinda admired her head strong approach to life, the way she spoke to you. A small thump drew your attention behind you. She was jumping up in attempt to reach a book. You laughed. 

“Something funny?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Yeah, you,” You said, nodding to her. “I think you might want to try a different method.” 

“And just what do you suggest?” You leaned into the shelves behind you casually and crossed your arms, watching her carefully. 

“Hop on your high horse and I’m sure you’ll be able to reach,” You teased, a playful smile tugging at the corner of your overly glossed lips. You tucked a strand of (H/C) hair behind your ear as you ducked your head to laugh at her offended expression. 

“I’m never on a high horse!” She snapped. 

“Ah, right, must have you confused with someone else, my mistake.” You gave her a shit eating grin, turning back to the shelves and finally you found what you wanted. Another thump. Sighing, you turned, reached over her, and grabbed the book she was looking for. You took note of the fact that she went for her wand. 

“Leave me alone!” She growled. You put your hands up in mock surrender. 

“Relax, fluffy, I was just trying to help you out,” You said, offering her the book. 

“Right.” She reached for it and you pulled it back. She tried again and you did the same thing. Glaring, she stood back and crossed her arms again. 

“Are you going to give it to me?” She asked, impatiently. 

“Maybe,” You said, wiggling the book in front of her. 

“Maybe?” Her hand swiped at the book again, missing one more time. 

“Maybe,” You confirmed, holding it above your head. Her glare became more intense. It reminded you slightly of your mother. 

“(Y/N) (L/N),” She said, firmly. You laughed, not moving the book. 

“Hermione Granger,” You said, mocking her tone. 

“Give me that book!” She snapped. You brought the book down, still grinning at her playfully. 

“What’s the magic word?” You asked in a McGonagall esque tone. She sighed, heavily as she began to tap her foot. 

“Please.” 

“Actually, it was Accio, but the manners are refreshing,” You giggled, handing her the book. She snattched it from you, sending you a withering look. You simply laughed, brushed the hair from your face. 

“Must you always be so childish?” She asked, sounding exasperated. She opened the book and began walking away. 

“I think the word you’re looking for is light-hearted,” You chirped, following her. She snapped the book shut and stopped in her tracks, looking up at you with a look that could kill. You just smiled. 

“You’re infuriating!” She yelled. 

“I think I’m adorable,” You said. For a second you thought she was going to bean you in the head with her book, but she didn’t. 

“Why do you always pick on me? Don’t you have anything better to do?” You slung an arm over her shoulder. 

“Not a thing,” You sang. 

“I hate you,” She grumbled. You pouted, sticking your bottom lip out in an exaggerated way. 

“Aw, come on, I’m not that bad,” You said, standing in front of her as she went to walk away. Everytime she moved, you moved the same way to keep her where she was. 

“You’re annoying,” She said, swinging the book at you lightly. You dodged it easily, smiling. 

“Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me!” You sing-songed, dancing in front of her. Dropping her book to the ground, she gave a heavy sigh and pulled you into a kiss. You dropped your own book in surprise. Never in a million years did you ever think you’d be kissing Hermione Granger. Pansy Parkinson maybe, but never anyone like Hermione. Shrugging, you decided to go with it. 

Her lips slid over yours, probably smearing the light pink gloss and you pushed forward with your bottom jaw. Her lips were more chapped than you thought they’d be. Smirking, you bit her bottom lip before dragging your tongue across it. Her mouth fell open and you slipped your tongue inside, tangling it with hers. Fingers tangled in hair. Teeth clicked together. Noses and chins bumped as things got more heated. You pushed her against the books, dropping your hands from her hair to her hips. Her hands trailed to your chest, shyly groping one of your breasts. You nearly laughed. Finally, you pulled apart. 

“Well, um, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” She said, attempting to smooth her tousled hair. You offered her a goofy smile in response. 

“Who knew that Goody-goody Granger could do that?” You said, poking her cheek. She blushed more fiercely than she had been. You began to smooth out your shirt to the best of your abilities. You picked up both books and headed for the exit. 

As the two of you exited the library, you became acutely aware of the fact that curfew was in a few minutes. Teachers would be roaming the halls. You didn’t get far before you ran into Snape. He looked down at the both of you through a curtain of greasy black hair, taking note of your rumpled clothing, wild hair, and flushed faces. He raised an eyebrow. 

“I see you found a way to keep yourselves... busy,” He drawled. Your cheeks flushed and you stole a glance at Hermione. Her entire face had gone cherry red. 

“Yes, sir,” You said, quietly. Oddly enough, he didn’t look surprised. 

“Get to your dorms before I begin taking points,” He said, sternly and swept off. Turning to Hermione, you smiled. 

“Why do I get the feeling that he saw this coming?” Hermione asked, sounding highly embarrassed. 

 “Probably because he did. I do tease you more than the average person,” You said. She sighed and shook her head as she looked up at you. 

“I suppose.” You brushed some hair behind her ear. 

“See you in potions?” You handed her the book she’d taken from the library and she finally smiled at you. 

“See you in potions,” She laughed as she began walking towards the Gryffindor dorms. Smiling to yourself, you turned and made your way back to the Slytherin dorms. What a night. 

[ambermei]

Addie: “And that’s why it’s okay to be scared sometimes.”

Head still bowed, Sam glanced up at Addie behind a few fallen strands of hair. It wasn’t difficult for him to face her considering she was leaning over craning her neck a bit as her blonde locks were swept to one side keeping her hair from falling over her face to look at him, unable to hide his down cast expression. The creases across Sam’s forehead slowly smoothed out a bit in awed with the huntress.

Here was the girl who could inject logic into a situation, they did not believe logic could apply. The one to find a solution, a loophole, in a problem that seems unresolvable. Always had a reasonable approach towards a conflict. She had a realistic view on life, but never let life casualties stop her. She always managed to keep an open mind and use that knowledge to resolve a problem. She would look at all the different perspectives on the issue at hand and evaluate her options.

Sam was a bit of an optimist himself, but sometimes he had doubts. Unlike Sam though, Addie was far more stubborn than Sam to let her fears get to her. In fact, her fears piled on to the list of reasons to fight and that drove her to press even further. That determination encourages her to reach her goals. And for as long Sam knew Addie, once that girl set her mind on something, she was NOT going to stop until she gets what she wants.

An aspect both inspiring yet terrifying at the same time. Plus, there was the fact she was a bit… of a perfectionist. Both can be a positive or negative quality added to her stubbornness depending on the situation.

There were times Sam believed Addie was far too intelligent for this world, that not even an IQ test could act as a representation to just how smart she really is. Wise beyond her years, and far from ignorance.

Even with the lack of a filter system, she was always considerate towards others and kind to those that showed her the same amount of respect. Sam couldn’t place his finger on it, maybe it was her words or just her charisma, but Addie could either make you feel like the most horrible human being on the planet or the most significant person alive.

And right now, she was making him feel relieved….. better. All she did was say two things and he was feeling a bit hopeful again. Sometimes he wonder if she was secretly a succubus or a child of Aphrodite. That actually would be a bit awkward and concerning if she was. He tried to laugh at that thought, find some type of comedy relief or a make a small joke out of it, but that one part of his mind just won’t allow him to. In this life, those kinds of statements were never to be taken lightly. The concept sucks, but caution was always necessary. Can’t be too careful as always, right?

Putting all thoughts aside, Sam smiled. Truly smiled at the blonde, and without thinking, wrapped his arms around the blonde pulling her into an embrace.

Addie was slightly taken back by the small gesture, hesitated for a second before returning the hug. She cautiously circled her arms around his middle, but she figured this was just part of Sam’s personality. He was a bit more affectionate between the two brothers, or at least was more comfortable expressing their emotions.

For Dean, you had to be at a certain level before he shows any affection towards you. Wasn’t that he disliked tenderness or comforting gestures, he was just… a bit closed off; emotionally that is. Everytime he let someone in, they end up getting hurt. That’s what happens when you befriend a hunter. The life style is too risky, and someone could wind up dead. Once he does accept you as family or somewhere within his circle, he’ll be the most open and protective person you’ll ever meet. Only a few people have bonded with Dean on an emotional level and that type of relationship is something you have to earn. Trust and respect. Once he’s lost even a small ounce of that reliance in you, consider yourself lucky you’re still alive, let alone walking.

Sam was a little bit similar when it came to relationships, but he was more likely to form a friendship with someone first out of the two. Despite Dean’s extrovert personality, Sam was more willing to accept someone as family faster than his brother depending on the person.

And in Addie’s case, Sam was easier to talk to. Unlike Dean who she normally gets into a cat-dog fight with, usually regarding Lori. She liked conversing with the youngest Winchester though. Besides Lori, Sam was her favorite person to talk to and spend time with. She felt like she could be herself around him without feeling like the world was about to crash. He made her feel different in a good way. Alive and beautiful. She didn’t feel the need to be miss perfect, or felt obligated to please the people around her. With Sam, she was just… Addie. He brought out the best in her, and before she knew it he wiggled his way into her heart. One of the few people she has ever let in.

For as long as Addison could remember, friendships let alone relationships were never her strong points. Sure she’s had a few boyfriends but she’s never had that deep strong and devoted love for someone. The kind that makes a person want to bend over backwards for that person. The type of person someone would only find in cheap romantic novels.

Then Sam came along and it didn’t take long for her to trust him. Addie couldn’t recall- actually she COULD tell when she started to get to know him on a personal level. She was always so caught up with Lori’s history track and her sister’s infatuation with Dean, she never had verbal communication with the youngest Winchester. They probably said one to two words- indirectly speaking to each other considering any form of contact involved a discussion between the rest of the gang. Never spoke one-on-one, or address each other even during those ‘team’ meetings. Just acquaintances by default. But that night in the tent was the first time they were able to talk face-to-face without the other half of their party. It was the first, real conversation Addie and Sam had.

That night, Addie really got to know Sam on a deeper level. His likes, dislikes, and his interest. His boyish charms, and shy yet enthusiastic demeanor. None of those aspects were a façade, that was all him. That was genuinely him and everything about him came naturally. She discovered they had a lot more in common then they thought and shared similar values. He was intelligent like her, a bit of a book worm, and was passionate when it came to family. He told her his thoughts on hunting, how before he had wanted leave this life, have a normal life, and he did get out once. She remember what he said at his time at Stanford….. she felt bad for what happened to his girlfriend. She couldn’t fathom what he went through from a traumatizing experience like that; everyone has different feelings and different levels of pain.

And Addie told him just that. She remember he didn’t tell her that it wasn’t her fault, or there was nothing she could have done. He just looked towards her with a solemn expression- the first time she ever saw him make such an intense and earnest look- and said that, ‘she could’. She could relate to something as devastating and full of severe anguish. She knows what that’s like to loose a home…. especially in a fire.

And in that moment she comprehended his words. Sam’s statement was a declaration of acceptance. The fact Sam even told her what happened personally was a HUGE step for him. Sam never told anyone about that night. That topic was an unspoken agreement among the group not to bring up. He didn’t even tell Lori, who only knew by default. He was letting her in and accepting her as his friend- not allies through their loved ones. They had this mutual understanding. Formed one unforgettable and strong bond. They were kinder spirits, the same.

And that’s when she knew, he was special to her. He went right through her walls without having to tear the brick barrier down. There was something else about him…. she couldn’t quite pin point it, that made him seem enticing and magnetic. He was reserved yet charismatic in his own way. Something about his authentic persona made him alluring and that drove her to have this compelling desire to get to know him. There was more to him that she possibly couldn’t have known and she was desperate to learn more about him.

Even with someone as smart as Miss Raymond, Addie was not aware of the tangible chemistry growing between them. She thought she had just befriend the tall man. Little did she know, she had actually fallen in love with the youngest Winchester. And he felt the same.

Sam rested his chin on top of her head closing his eyes, as Addie buried her face further into his chest taking in the scent of his leather jacket. Not that she would admit it out loud, but she adored his hugs. They were always incredibly inviting and comfortable. She felt warm and safe in his arms as if the universe just disappeared and nothing could hurt her. Like her very own human shield. She wanted to stay right where she was for all eternity.

She never really wanted this kind of affection before, thought the whole concept was cliché and overrated, but guess after years of lack of any form of physical contact- just SOME type of affection- she never realized she needed it. Not something she was use to, but it was still nice.