#I'll having some more breathing room on the 6th

[theoldaeroplane]

got paid yesterday and already down to $16 to my name to last to next paycheck ✌️

[mncein]

my sweater? or yours?

◖ 🌸 ° ✮ — seeking comfort after an exhausting day is a requirement. maybe hugs and kisses will ease the tiredness you're feeling. from who? of course your lovely girlfriend!

◖ 🕢 ° ✮ — today, serving you with...? pure fluff !! try your best to relax and take breaks, there is no time for drama today; pairing: newjeans ot5 x female!reader

◖ 💌 ° ✮ — mail for you: hi hi! guess who's back! i'll be explaining my semi-long (?) disappearance here. aside all the crazy things i've done in my life, first sem is done! so far i'm not pressured or stressed about any school works, i fixed my schedules, managed my time and all. i grew a lot ! hoping my brain did too, anyways take this as thanks to my loyal readers out there ! special thanks to @ilovekimminji for the kisses and requesting this hc ! ◖ 💬 ° ♪ — word count: 2,731

in what might some consider as dramatic, your tiredness has truly reached its limit. the silent but audible groans escaping your lips serve as a sign that you're getting more exhausted with every step you take. the walk to newjeans' dormitory, which the girls granted you access to, feels like a long travel at this point. each step is paired with a quiet sigh, a mumble of a protest against the weight of drained energy.

at last, you arrived at the front door of the building; when the view of the elevator opening entered reach of your sight, you felt a feeling of relief for your tired legs, you don't have to take the stairs! you made your way inside the dormitory, hoping that your girlfriend was home...

🌸 — minji

you know she was home because of her favorite slippers all messy on the rug of the front door. you knelt down, followed by a click of your tongue while you fixed the house shoes neat and well-arranged. after, you take your coat off and hang it on the rack, excitement of seeing minji growing second after second. rushing to the living room with a big smile on your face.

there she was, entirely carefree of your presence, but still undeniably beautiful while slacked lazily on the couch. the tv plays a playlist of her all-time favorite old rock love songs on youtube, and she listens to them with you twice or thrice a week, but it looks like she missed you so much that she had to listen to them alone for the 6th time this week.

you wasted no time and jumped on the couch, your mind going back to your intention of receiving hugs and kisses from your girlfriend, and went blank when you felt her wrap her strong arms around your waist. the both of you missed the warmth you shared with each other. it felt so long and cold as an endless winter night without being cuddled up on each other's arms.

"missed you so much."

words were muffled as you stuffed your face in her chest, she chuckled at your words as a reaction.

"same here. i had to play the songs all day because i can't get you off my mind."

"i knew. but at least give time to fix your slippers on the front door!"

you two shared a moment of laughter before staring into each other's eyes, closing them after feeling your lips touch. sharing the sweet moment passionately and expressively that lasted for a minute.

"i love you bro."

you pecked her lips between every word, her smile growing after receiving every kiss.

"i love you too, miss bro."

minji whispered as a distraction, for her to sneak her hands on your waist, fingers preparing for the right time to attack you with tickles.

"no, i love you more."

you teased.

"god, you're so annoying, i love love you more!"

minji replied after you, and she knew it was going to be an endless exchange of "i love you's", all set and go!

laughs escaped your mouth as minji's fingers turned into tickling machines, squirming and weak under her touch. you desperately tried to escape the torment to catch your breath.

"i swear! if getting tickled by you is a workout, i'd be really fit right now."

you blurt out, calming yourself after laughing too much, you then lay back on her chest, breathless and grinning from ear to ear. minji welcomes you again into her embrace, holding your head softly, this simple gesture sends sparks into your heart.

she rambled away, sharing how her day lacked its usual spark without you around. but excitedly, she spoke about some new songs she discovered, recommending them to you. as she was getting carried away with a new topic, she yearned to steal a few kisses from you. however, you remained silent. minji glanced down and found you peacefully sleeping on her chest, looking utterly adorable in your slumber.

she wouldn't dare wake you up, she knew you were tired, and you deserve a good rest. maybe she'll get those kisses tomorrow morning.

wait! before she closes her eyes and go to sleep with you...

"hold on, who's sweater are you wearing? my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — hanni

of course, the familiar sounds of what she self-assuredly called "hanni music" echoed through the living room. it was visible that today was her specified lazy day. the remnants of her favorite delivered food were scattered messily on the floor, with even the plastic containers adding to the mess. straw wrappers had flown chaotically, and you unknowingly stepped on one.

now, she's sat on the sofa with her ipad in hand. it seems like she's busy doodling and playfully experimenting with the drawing app she shared with you. funny to you how it was so obvious what she was doing based on her crazy hand movements and a big lopsided grin on her face.

you break into her childlike moment by turning off the speaker that's been playing her songs. responding quickly, she wears a mix of guilt and silliness on her face. putting down her ipad next to her, hanni gazes up at your figure with crossed arms, resembling a scolded child caught in the act.

"hehe~ i'm done now, see...?"

hanni opened her arms and offered a hug, together with a gummy smile to ease the mood around the both of you. you're going to forgive her, right? she swore she'd clean up her mess, she was just too lazy to do it right away.

hanni, with a tender gesture, unfolded her arms and extended them towards you, warmly inviting you for a comforting embrace. hoping you'd give in to her, hanni's lips curved into a gummy smile, an easygoing expression showing to clear off any tension lingering in the air between the two of you. the atmosphere seemed to soften as her arms remained open wide, offering comfort in the form of an affectionate hug.

the unspoken question floats around in the air: were you willing to forgive her right there, right now? her eyes, filled with sincerity, pleaded for your understanding. she assured you that she would settle the situation, promising to tidy up the outcome of her apparent laziness. her intention was clear, seeking reconciliation through the simple act of offering an apology wrapped in a warm, embracing hug.

"sorry babe, i'll clean that up later. so why don't you get into these arms and cuddle with me?"

in that moment, a wave of conflicting emotions swept over you. despite the remaining second thoughts about fully accepting her apology. the hug felt nice, it was a gesture that goes beyond words, and you found yourself succumbing to the pure comfort she offered.

hanni, with a smile gracing her face, was content. having you back at home, embraced by her arms. though unsaid, her emotions showed that she missed you like how much you missed her too.

and the both of you had that connection between you, understanding each other without any effort. reciprocating the embrace, perhaps; in this instance, you would let her win, recognizing that sometimes the embrace of understanding speaks louder than the words left silent.

"i feel so small in this sweater."

"is that why you acted like a kid?"

"you know i look cute when i do."

you didn't really care when she wore your clothes; you both practically shared them anyway. however, with a glance at your tired expression, hanni sensed your weariness. so, she leaned back, inviting you to rest your head on her chest. the longing for her company was so strong that you ended up falling asleep there. well as she promised, when you wake up tomorrow, you'll find everything around you magically cleaned.

"maybe you should wear it more then. wait- is that my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — daniellle

you can tell danielle's definitely home – dishes cleaned, table looking shiny, and neat. plants by the hallway appear refreshed, probably just had their daily hydration session. the living room, bathed in a cozy purple glow, the mist of the diffuser, leaving a trail of lavender goodness in the air. it's all relaxing as soon as you set foot inside. danielle's turned the dorm into a zen paradise, and you can't wait to spend your night with her.

she just knows you best, danielle had the movie you both agreed to watch. she obviously planned all this, as she was aware that you were coming home a little late and exhausted. your girlfriend always wants the best for you and is ready to do anything to help. you appreciate her for it, and like her, you'd do the same in a heartbeat. love works both ways.

you hurried to the room where she was, so eager to see your girlfriend. danielle was lying all cozy in a sweater and waiting for you, she had the remote resting in her hand, thumb hovering over the play button. noticing the familiar shadow, her eyes met yours. you were greeted with a soft smile and a flying pair of soft clothes she had prepared, hitting your face.

"think fast!"

she laughed while you rolled your eyes, picking up the clothes and changing into them inside the bathroom.

"i would if you didn't throw the clothes first."

you replied, finding a cozy haven on her chest, now she had her arms wrapped around you. inhaling the subtle fragrance that enveloped her, it felt like an immersive experience, almost ethereal. the scent, a delicate blend uniquely hers, it was her favorite, and wears it almost every day (which became your favorite on her as well), evoking a sense of comfort and security. it wasn't just a fragrance; it was an essence that described her sweet personality. all of those gave you a feeling that, at that moment, could genuinely be described as heavenly.

"how'd you do all these?"

"learned them from you."

"i see, welcome to my world."

a few minutes had passed and you were falling asleep in the position you were both in, the movie continued playing, danielle was keeping her focus on it while giving your head massages (that she knew would help you relax even more). you had your hands gripping gently on her clothes, feeling the familiar texture, you recognized it was the shared sweater of you two. you took note that it was her turn to wear it this week, danielle giggles when you rub your hands on her sides sleepily.

"i thought we shared this, i don't know if i should still consider this as my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — haerin

in the dormitory was all silent and inviting compared to the busy city outside, and there was food in the cat's bowl. the presence of haerin was a quiet yet reassuring sign that she was indeed home. haerin, an up-to-time cat feeder, maintained a schedule, making sure that the fluffy friend was never left waiting for its meal. not even a minute too soon or too late.

as you stepped inside, you swiftly hung your coat before joining rangheo. soft purrs filled the space as you engaged in a playful moment with him, and he enough reminded you of haerin when she's away.

having slipped into a set of fresh, clean clothes, you make your way to the living room where haerin awaits. greeting her with a warm hug, your head finding a comfortable resting place on her chest. in an instant, she releases her hold on the phone, reciprocating the hug with a lovely smile on her face.

"didn't know you like laufey."

"i may or may not have been going through your playlists."

the soft sounds of laufey's music fade into the background as the two of you share this moment. that when the soft, tired breaths escape you. without a word, she senses your exhaustion and knows well how to give you an embrace full of relaxation around you, offering serenity in the warmth of her arms.

"how was your day?"

"boring without you."

"i'm here now though."

"day went better."

you softened at her words, you're glad you can spend the night with her (and rangheo); then you felt soft paws climb on your back and up to your head, resting snugly on your nape. haerin can't help but let out a giggle at the cuteness overloading in front of her. she had one of her hands on your head giving small scratches, and one rubbing under rangheo's chin.

suddenly, a set of gentle paws made their way up your back, reaching up to perch on your head, settling cozily on your nape. haerin couldn't contain her delight, and a let out at the sheer cuteness overloading before her. she had one of her hands on your head, sending small, sweet scratches. the other one rubbing gently under rangheo's chin. the scene was surely going to be in her gallery of memories, the picture of shared joy and the adorable bond between you, haerin, and the furry friend atop your head.

how easily haerin made you sleepy, just from the gentle touches she gave, it was better than you daydreamed about.

"i love that on you."

you point to her top,

"which one? my sweater?"

claiming it's hers and she's wearing your clothes again.

"huh, really... my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — hyein

the hallways looked like the aftermath of a fashion hurricane! there were paper bags from famous clothing stores, a pastel pink beanie doing its best to blend in with the chaos, a random brown fur coat hanging off a doorknob, and the missing pair of purple socks in the middle of the floor. no doubt about it – hyein had turned the place into her very own fashion runway.

sure, you'll do her a favor and clean her mess but has to be repaid by hugs and kisses. hyein may forget about her own mess, but she does things for you willingly and without asking. once you're done tidying around, you change into your cozy house clothes and have a fun time cuddling with your girlfriend.

as you entered, relief washed over you at the sight of the living room, neat and tidy, it's pleasing to the eyes. however, a sudden click of a camera shutter broke your moment of silence, drawing your attention to the source. there she was, sitting gracefully on the couch, looking all gorgeous, capturing multiple pictures in various poses.

you couldn't help but assume that this unplanned photoshoot was destined for her phone gallery. curiosity sparked, and you wondered you wonder if she did the same with the tons of clothes all folded neatly at the edge of the sofa.

"oh, you're home! sorry for the mess in the hallway, i'll clean-"

"don't bother, i already cleaned them for you."

setting aside her phone, she created a space for you to lie down beside her. without hesitation, you accepted the invitation, sighing in contentment as you lay your head on her chest.

"tired?"

"very much."

arms wrapped around you in an instant, showering soft kisses across your face, exactly what you were yearning for earlier. maybe cleaning up her mess wasn't such a chore after all if the reward was this. aside from that thought, you found yourself blessed with daily affection from her, and you cherished every single gesture.

"any more plans for today?"

asked her, you shook your head no, you were too tired to think or do something.

"great! i just have one more request, and i'm dying to tell you."

you were getting sleepy at that very moment, well oh well, maybe you can make an exception, you hummed for her to continue.

"since you're here, let's take photos together! i've been wanting to try this sweater for soooo long."

she raised the familiar fabric, and it was yours.

"that's mine."

"nuh uh, found it in my closet."

"whatever, so is it still my sweater? or yours?"

◖ 💌 ° ☏ — you've reached the end! hi's and hello's once again, i hope you had a fun time reading! i enjoyed working on this, i can finally voice out my thoughts about the girls 😭 totally went crazy on danielle's, i love newjeans so muchjksjdjjdy

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Hold Me Closer (Sanji X GN!Reader)

Request from @charliepoopyfart 💕

(I got this request and I had like a Thats So Raven vision of what I have to write! Also ngl I'm kinda proud of this, I love Sanji and I feel like I did his justice)

Sanji doesn’t know what happened, just seeing his partner curled up shaking and crying sent him into the most comforting auto pilot.

Warnings: Panic attack & crying

The sun had set hours ago, the Sunny slowly rocking itself and rocking those who where tired to sleep. The kitchen of the sunny was quiet, too quiet. Like every other night, the man who practically lived in the kitchen stood in silence as he finally finished cleaning the dishes. Everyone was fed with his delicious food and now his kitchen was clean, but it was clean with just him. His usual help wasn't there. The one who would insist in staying and helping him clean up. Multiple times a day, no matter what he says he'd always get a "No no its fine, I don't mind staying back with you to help".

The simple act of kindness always made his heart flutter, ah he could never not love (Y/n). Speaking of, where are they? They sped ate through dinner and left without a word, as if they weren't even there at all in the first place. Well, no matter, no one else seemed too phased by it. But something was...itching at Sanji. Like a little voice at the back of his mind saying "find them" like some sort of 6th sense.

Sanji folded the damp hand towel over the counter, turning off all the lights on his way out. The Sunny was dead quiet, a rare occurrence on the Sunny especially with such a loud crew. As Sanji made his way back this his room, his body stopped on its own. In front of (Y/n)s room. He didn't know how, but Sanji could sense a terrible feeling, aura even coming from that room. But he didn't let that get the better of him, he is a grown ass man and one of the strongest in the whole crew after all. He takes a step closer, reaching his hand up and knocking on the door. "Sweetheart, you okay?". The mood in the air had changed, he had cut through it with a knife.

The slight sound of a sniffle had made all the hairs on his body stand up, causing him to move without thinking and open the door. His blood runs cold, his soul leaving his body. There sits (Y/n), curled up in a sitting fetal position, eyes red, face wet and puffy, body shaking, hands clutching at their scalp ready to rip out with ease at any second. "(Y/n)!". Sanji bolts over, eyeing them with their own panic. Shit! They're clearly having a panic attack, looking as if they're going to pass out at any second from all they hyperventilating. "I'll go get Chopper". Before he can move, the edge of his sleeve is grabbed. He looks up at (Y/n), looking into their now dilated eyes.

"Please just...stay with me". They beg. All he can do is comply, nodding at them with a soft smile on his face. "Anything for you". He tells them. (Y/n)s hand slides to grab at his hand, Sanji giving a reassuring squeeze and rubbing his thumb over their knuckles. Their breathing has already slowly started to slow down, hand still shaking as they desperately cling to his. "Is there anything I can get you?". He asks. They just shake their head. "Right now...just you". They answer. Sanjis soft smile widens, nodding again.

Sanji doesn't know how long he sat there, holding their hand until (Y/n) finally clamed down. He could wait hours, hours sitting on his knees till his legs hurt just to be there and stay with them. He'd do that and so much more, just by simply asking. "Sanji". His ears perk up and the tiny call of his name, barely above a whisper. "Yes, love?". He responds. "I think...I'm okay now". (Y/n) tells him, bringing a bright smile to his face. "Okay enough for me to spoil you?". He asks. (Y/n) lets out a soft laugh, squeezing his hand slightly. "Yes". They answer with a laugh.

With that simple agreement, Sanji swiftly grabs a blanket and wraps it around their body. And with ease, he picks them up and carries them out the room. "I didn't know spoiling me meant babying me". (Y/n) jokes. Sanji chuckles. "Anything for you, baby". He flirts, getting another laugh from the lump in his arms. Oh how it was music to his ears, no matter how cliche that is to say it's how he honestly feels. Sanji uses his foot to push open the door to the kitchen, sitting (Y/n) down at the table and walking to the kitchen. "How does a nice warm [fav hot drink] sound? Or would you prefer a sweet [fav sweet] instead?". He asks, already getting ready to make whatever. "Just the drink thanks, I need to hydrate after crying so much". (Y/n) responds with a slight laugh, trying to pop a joke to help the mood. "Of course, anything for you". He answers.

The two sat in a comfortable silence as Sanji made the drink, the sound of the fridge opening and closing along with other clinks and clacks. Soon enough the sound gets replaced with shoes walking over. Sanji places down the drink in front of (Y/n), who turns to look up at him. "Thank you, Sanji. Really, I mean it a lot". They thank him. "Don't worry about it, if you need anything and if this happens again you always have me. I'll always be here for you, love". He tells them in a soft tone. (Y/n) lets out a little laugh, reaching out and grabbing the drink to finally take a sip of the drink. "Its delicious! Thank you again, Sanji". They thank again. He smiles softly down at them. "Anytime".

[wonyui]

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 | 𝐘.𝐉𝐌

SUMMARY If it hadn't been for the mischievous game that you came up with, then maybe just maybe — Karina would have been able to keep her mouth shut about the crush she had on you for years. Especially since the two of you were supposed to enjoy your time, walking on the long beach at night as nothing but friends.

Pairings: Yoo!Jimin x F!Reader

Genre: wlw, fluff, 6th!member au, she fell first and she fell harder trope

A/N: STAYC GIRLS.. IT'S GOING DOWN ‼️(this is my apology for deleting the Newjeans series. Feel free to send requests if you want, so I don't feel guilty)

WORD COUNT 3.1K

Karina had been struggling, clearly — judging from the way she had been sighing nonstop the whole day with a frustrated look on her face. She was your best friend(along with your very best roommate, but you weren't gonna admit that), so you thought it'd be kind to come up with the idea of just strolling and chatting. Location? The beach just a couple walks away.

Plus, you low-key needed an excuse to get away from the rest of your chaotic members. Thank god time has been so kind to the both of us. You thought. Karina, of course, took notice of the way you had been staring at her so intently. The young leader felt more panicked than worried. Did you possibly figure out why she had been acting differently? She hoped not.

"Jimin?"

Great. She walks over to you, biting her lips out of habit due to the nervousness that she had been feeling the entire day.

"Yeah?" She asks, hoping you had a different question from what she had in mind.

"Up to filling up your storage?" You ask, smiling sheepishly, before putting the Polaroid camera up in the air whilst waving it like it was some sort of flag.

Blinking in confusion, she tilts her head. "I'm sorry? I mean, yeah— but where exactly are we going with this?" Winter enters the frame, shoving Karina while doing so as an attempt to not question your motives. It's clear you want to spend some time alone elsewhere. Everyone in the room knew that. Everyone except Karina.

"I was thinking we could stroll together since it seems our muscles are tightening," you thoughtfully said before adding on, "Are you down? You seemed to have quite a lot on your plate."

"What about our manager? Does the company know?" Karina unintentionally asked, her nervousness building up more than her worries.

An amused chuckle was all she needed to hear for her worries to disappear. Although her nervousness changed into butterflies that freely flew in her stomach. "We'll be fine, Jimin. I've been in this industry for enough years, too. Trust me."

Ningning, who had been on her phone, scrolling endlessly while laying her head on Giselle's shoulders, finally looked up to see the both of you putting on your shoes and coats. "Stay safe. Beware of the stalkers.. and what not," She jokingly warned, adding effects to her voice by deepening it, "we don't know who could be roaming around.." She continued. Winter took a seat right beside the two, slapping Ningning on the thigh for her horrible attempt on scaring the two of you, "Ghosts aren't real idiot."

"Hey now," Ningning shrugged before eyeing the lead vocalist up and down, "You're breathing. That's enough evidence."

A slap landing on her thigh harder than last time was all Ningning to immediately apologize and shut up. Winter smiled in satisfaction as Giselle ignored the two, switching the channel every now and then to find something that she'd actually enjoy.

"We'll be gone for a few." Karina stated, as if the rest of them hadn't been listening to your conversation the entire time.

"Have fun!"

"We'll try not to burn the house down."

"I'll keep an eye on the both of them."

—

"What made you suddenly have the need for fresh air?" Karina jokingly asked, finally easing up.

The two of you had been currently making your way to the beach, hand-in-hand with your masks and hoodie covering your faces very well so not a single soul could tell it was the two of you. You shivered, wanting to answer, but failing because of how cold it had gotten all of a sudden. L.A. air is seriously no joke. Karina skillfully took notice of this as if it was on the back of her mind, taking one of your hands and letting it slip into the hole of her coat. The other hand? She had been holding onto it still, hoping her own warmth would provide you with warmth.

"Thanks.." You muttered, feeling more assured knowing your hand wouldn't fall off from the numbness, "and I figured the two of us could enjoy it. Free stress life."

You're so caring. And I find that annoying.

"I'm certainly enjoying it." She mumbled. "Sorry?"

Her cheeks reddened, too embarrassed to even utter out another reply. You thought it was cute, giggling at the way she still managed to act awkward despite the two of you knowing each other ever since your predebut years. For Karina, the moment you had giggled at her awkwardness, it reminded her as to why she even caught feelings in the first place.

"Do you want to get drinks? You can pay." Are you seriously gonna make a girl pay after asking to get drinks?

You scrunched your nose, thinking of something else to say so it'd be a perfect cherry on top. "We can call it a date."

Because it's working and Karina doesn't mind.

"Okay—" Pause. "—but only because I'm feeling nice and not because you added the date part."

"You're cute, Jimin, but it's a friendly date. You have nothing to worry about." Oh. It was absolutely wrong to even have the high hopes that you were referring to something else. "I'm joking. You're literally buying us drinks, and we're about to take a whole walk on the beach at night."

She begins to tense.

"Tell me," you begin, "what friendly dates involve these things anyway? Can you believe how dense some people are?" It was certainly aimed. The way you had been staring pointedly at her with no emotion to share made her feel small. As if you were trying to hint at something.

Karina actually thought about it for a few seconds before you stopped her — huffing and puffing at the fact that she had actually thought about it. Just how dense can this girl be? You knew of the feelings she harbored for you, but a miracle would have to happen for her to actually confess her feelings.

You were sulking. Sulking hard.

"We're almost there. What drink do you want?" She had been so considerate to ask.

Though she already knew what you wanted.

"The same drink I've been getting since predebut days thank you very much." You answered, slightly raising your eyebrows. "They should have that here. It's almost everywhere."

"Right.." She chuckled, taking out her card to pay.

—

"I didn't think the beach would need a couple more miles to reach wow." You sighed in exhaustion before taking a long sip of your drink in hopes of getting energy from it.

"Eh. We're really not far away.." Karina squinted her eyes, acting as if it'll help with zooming in more. "Yeah, we're dead close."

She had been correct. The beach wasn't too far, and you could smell the salty air already. Though it kinda creeped you out, growing up at the thought of meeting some sort of siren that could possibly lure you into the ocean and drown you. Odd fear, but everyone must have had this sort of thought growing up.

"Did you seriously have to get ice cream, though?" You, for some reason, warily eyed the ice cream cone in her hand.

Karina pursed her lips into a thin line, unsure of how she should reply to that. "Um, yes? It's tasty."

"It's not that. It's the fact that you're a messy eater when it comes to ice cream." You stated, gesturing for her to wipe the bits of ice cream on her chin for her to miss it horribly.

Annoyed, you decide to do it for her yourself. "Uh.." Karina goes breathless, "thank you. But I could have done it myself?" It was more of a question than whatever she was trying to prove, showing that she could have not.

Finally reaching the sandy beach, the two of you admired the small waves that would form every now and then. You took out the Polaroid camera, feeling somewhat proud that you didn't forget it. Karina continued to admire the view, noticing how the sky painted itself onto the sea.

If anything, what she had been currently looking at couldn't compare to you. The way your hair swayed the same motion as the wind. The way you laughed at her jokes despite them all being unfunny — at least that was what she thought. Nothing could certainly beat the way you managed to come around like autumn, making her fall every time.

You were honestly captivating.

"So, what do you think?" You snapped her out of her own thoughts. Shit.

"It's pretty." She admitted.

"Really?" You tilted your head out of habit. "I think it's more than pretty."

You paused. Trying to find the right words to describe how beautiful it looked. Especially since the lights added onto the whole thing, making it the perfect cherry on top. "Ethereal?"

This time, she looked away to look at you. Hinting that the word wasn't aimed at the sea, but at you.

"Yeah.." You trailed off. "Yeah. Ethereal."

"Wow, the stars look pretty." You aimed the camera at the night sky, hoping you'd get a good shot.

Karina simply nodded, waiting for you to put the camera down to at least look her way. Because even if the sky managed to hold that amount of stars in its possession, it certainly couldn't beat the ones in your eyes that had always been on display oh so effortlessy.

"Random. But are you up for a game?" Your tone sounded mischievous, causing her to silently gulp. "List the things you like, and then list the things you don't."

She frowned, not understanding why you would even want her to do such a thing but because you said so. She will do so.

"I like uh, food. Shopping. Green tea. Animals. Mint chocolate. Pineapple pizza." She added the basics of what she liked before pausing a bit, "I dislike—"

"I don't see me on that list. I'm truly disappointed." You fake sighed.

Were you messing with her? Karina couldn't tell, but she swore she could somehow see a smirk forming under all that fake disappointed sadness.

"But.. I like you too." She found herself blushing at that statement — cursing herself mentally for not wording it correctly. "I meant I like you too, with the list of things I like. But you're not a thing! Don't get me wrong. And I mean it in a platonic way. Because that's what we are. Basically pla—" you stopped her by putting your index finger over her mouth, smiling so fondly at her, "Jimin, I know what you mean. Although it's sad because I like you too, definitely not platonically."

Silence crept up, and she couldn't find the right words to reply to that. She was happy, more than happy, actually. You obviously were waiting for any sort of reaction, but all you could find was a shocked look that could probably stay on her face forever if she could.

"Say cheese." A camera click stopped her from processing at the thought of you liking her back.

She was confused at that moment.

"Wait, do you like me or not?"

It was an obvious answer. Did she think you were playing with her? Probably. You literally took a picture of her, catching her even more off guard. She felt perplexed. Very unsure of whatever message you were trying to send her way.

You pretended to ignore her, humming whilst continuing to walk as if what you said earlier didn't affect her a big amount. She was down bad, and she wanted actual answers from you even if it meant making you repeat it. Evil. That was what she had been repeating endlessly in her mind while staring at that pretty smile of yours. Asshole. I hate that I let you get away with such things.

Karina continued to walk along too — behind you this time. She was tempted to whisk you away in order to get her questions answered. You stopped your place, waiting for the clueless latter to catch up. Karina did eventually — still questioning your motives.

"I said what I said," you grinned from ear to ear. "I like you too."

"How?" She asked, still feeling dumbfounded.

You knew she was leaning towards the question of how you even knew instead of when you harbored the same mutual feelings for her.

"It was obvious." A lie.

Truth be told, you were as clueless as her. That was until the day Ningning and her big mouth spilled the young leaders secret by asking whether you liked her back or not.

"You were just too obvious with it." Another lie.

It felt wrong to feel, but she still couldn't tell whether you were lying to her face or not. She wanted reassurance. Anything.

"You don't seem to believe me." You pointed out.

"That's right," Karina bravely admitted, "Unless you have something that could prove that you do — in fact — like me back."

The teasing tone in your voice made her wanna cave in. "How smooth. Really. If you wanted a kiss, then you could have said so."

"What? I don't—" Not even halfway through to finish her words, you cut her off by taking your mask off and kissing her right on the lips that had been attracting you the entire night. It's almost like a moth to a flame.

Karina's eyes widened, eventually melting towards the kiss afterward. It was good that nobody had been around because the two of you would have gotten in big trouble if a paparazzi or fan caught the both of you, sharing each other's first kiss under the moonlight.

Finding your hands during the kiss — Karina finds herself smiling against your lips as soon as she successfully interlocks her own hand with yours. Pulling away, you looked for any sort of reaction. She was cute. The way she had been currently covering her face, trying not to show how giddy she had felt from that single kiss, made your knees feel weak.

"Was that enough proof?" You had the audacity to ask after fulfilling her lifelong dream.

"Are you even real?"

You laughed at how serious she sounded. If anything, she should be asking herself that. Karina held such a strong aura that intimated other people around her. That was your first impression of her. Now, in your very own eyes, she looked as though she could be related to a puppy.

Deciding to call it a night, the two of you made it back to your dorm, unsure of the reaction from the other members if they had found out that the two of you were something more than just friends. Karina wasn't nervous, rather annoyed, already imagining how badly they were gonna tease her.

"We should keep it a secret for a bit. You softly muttered to her, already reading her mind. "We know we can't survive their teasing. Plus, they'll find out eventually."

"Secret? What secret is there to keep?" She grinned, expecting a smart reply from you.

"Haha. Funny." You deadpanned, realizing that the two of you didn't really make it official other than kissing each other. Did the kiss count? You sure hoped so.

Karina noticed the frown on your face, half smiling and sighing. "I get it. We're now uh.. girlfriends?" She tried not to stumble over her words, ears reddening. "You're so smooth." You giggled, which sounded like music to her ears. "I'll have you know this is my first relationship. Be supportive of that thought." "I don't think I will." "Seriously? You're already a bad girlfriend."

"And it's the first few minutes to our relationship and you're already annoying." You snorted, obviously joking.

Okay. Wow. How romantic.

Karina jokingly scoffed, "You're joking."

Not a reply after that, the wind being the only kind thing that somehow replied.

"You're joking."

Ignoring her words that were meant to convince the opposite of what you had just told her, you continued to fasten your pace, Karina following behind at an even more faster pace. Though she kept trying to convince you to answer(a proper one at that) her back. Forgetting her own words the moment she saw how perfect the moonlight illuminated your face, she had been left breathless.

"You're quiet all of a sudden." Jeez. Thanks captain obvious I certainly didn't know that.

"Yeah," She nodded, biting her lips, "yeah I guess I can see why those other male idols are always staring."

A fake frown formed. "You guess?"

"Don't start." Karina rolled her eyes, smiling uncontrollably afterward.

You mockingly did the same, "Okay, I won't."

"Just to be clear you're the annoying one."

"I am not afraid to break up what lasted a few minutes."

"I take it back."

—

"So? How did it turn out?" Winter asked, seemingly to have waited the entire time with that question in her mind.

You were the first to put down the already unnecessary items, along with your shoes so you were given no other chance but to reply. "Fine. Just two friends enjoying each other's company."

Since Karina's back had been facing all of you, she rolled her eyes, cringing at the word "friends". Ningning appeared out of nowhere with marshmallow stuffed in her mouth, resembling a chipmunk.

"How'd ittt gooaoao?" She asked, basically speaking nonsense from her already stuffed mouth.

Giselle appeared after, judging the younger latter with no remorse. "Don't speak with your mouth open."

"Daunt speek with yourr mowth open." Ningning mocked, swallowing all of it in one go. "I am officially a legend."

Karina sighed, "We'll be in our room if you need us. Which if you do, we'll be ignoring you." It was almost obvious. We? They all raised their brows at her statement, suspicious as to what she meant by that. "What she meant was that we're both TIRED from walking. My feet feels wobbly." You tried to save yourself, to which they nodded in acknowledgment to because you were a great liar.

"Giselle, you're in charge. Again. Don't let them near the stove."

Winter and Ningning frowned in annoyance, wondering why they even needed someone in charge knowing damn well that they were the reason for why the last dorm had fire almost everywhere. Giselle nodded, eyeing the two odd pair in a judgemental way.

Heading upstairs, Karina followed from behind. Winter and Ningning glanced at each other before sighing in disappointment.

"I win." Giselle proudly stated, taking her hand out for the money that they promised to give if she won the bet.

The two groaned before doing so, handing over their hard-earned money to the older latter. It was bad to place their bets on the two of you but it was the funny-entertainment kind. Nobody would pass up on that opportunity. Obviously — for the fun of it.

"I still can't believe it." Ningning was the first to speak after handing her money.

"Right I expected the both of them to at least go on like this for at least another few years."

"You think too low of them."

"When it comes to stuff like this? Yes we do."

[alexendria-rose]

That Damn Sebastian Sallow~ Sebastian Sallow X Reader.

Warnings~ Smut, alcohol usage, sexual harassment(not from our sweet Sebastian) language.

Y/n ~

I sit next to Imelda scoffing at what Sebastian Sallow was screaming about, oh on how he fought so poachers with my help. But didn’t seem to include that in the ridiculous story from our last semester where I magically “saved the world.” I can’t believe I ever help that nitwit. We were never friends, we helped each other to get what we both wanted. I wanted more information about Ragnok and he wanted to save his sister and miserably failed. But of course I couldn’t let his go to Azkaban, he was a stupid dick but he didn’t deserve that, nobody did. So I convince Ominis and he agreed it wasn’t the right move. But ever since that day we haven’t talked at all, he was more cocky then last year and that was saying a whole lot. I roll my eyes when he locks eyes and gives me a small wink. I look at Imelda with an irritated expression on my face.

“I might kill him.” I sigh rubbing my forehead the headache starting to form. She laughs at my expression that sat on my face.

"Oh shut up Y/n, you love that nitwit." I widen my eyes planting a nice hit on her shoulder.

"I do not love him, he's literally a fuck boy who I'm pretty sure has fucked everyone in this castle, also he's annoying? His ego is too big for my liking." I mumble softly, Garreth walks up behind us tickling my sides, I start giggling. "Garreth Weasley!" Garreth was one of my best friends, he was kind of dumb but I loved him as a friend.

"Hello beautiful girl." He smirks sliding in the seat next to Imelda and I. "Hello Imelda." She rolls her eyes smugly waving a small hi before heading out of the great hall. "What are you doing tonight? The Gryffindor's are having a party in our common room with everyone in our 6th year, coming?" I smirk lightly raising a eyebrow to him.

"Are you kidding of course I'm coming." He smiles placing a small kiss to my cheek.

"Can't wait to see you later tonight then, but I do have to head out I'm making some concoctions for our party tonight, so I'll see you later beautiful girl." He gives me a smile goodbye, also heading out of the Great Hall.

"Ugh that was the worse flirting I've ever seen." I turn my head towards Sebastian furrowing my eyebrows. I huff gathering my stuff in my arms.

"Oh like you can do better Sallow, let me guess you use the same lines on everyone in this castle?" I question lifting an eyebrow before trying to walk away from the conversation. Sebastian rushes after me keeping up with my pace.

"Oh? Come on L/n if I wanted you, I could have you." He smirks, we walk out of the Great Hall I slow down to face him, scoffing at his comment.

"Never will you get me Sebastian Sallow, you couldn't have me if you wanted too." Sebastian smirks tilting his head at me before crossing his arms.

"So you're saying you've never thought of me?" He comments moving towards me slowly. I back up while he continues to move towards. "You're telling me, you've never thought of my lips on your own? My body close to yours?" My back was pressed against the wall as he continues to move closer to me, I hitch my breath feeling his breath on mine. He grabs my chin making me look up into those stupid hazel eyes. "Cause I think about you all the time." He whispers gently into my ear, my knees buckle at the way his breath went down my neck. I cant believe he has the audacity to think he can just claim me? I glare up at him keeping my legs tightly together.

"No, because knowing you can't have me, but knowing I can make you weak gives me such a satisfaction." I grab his tie, turning him around pushing him against the wall I was just against before leaning towards his face, my hand still gripping onto his tie, his eyes widen at the sudden switch. "I know you think about me Sebastian, and that gives me great satisfaction." I whisper into his ear before giving him a teasing nip on his ear smirking slightly before pulling back to see his face flustered, his breath was hitched and yes I was right this was satisfying. I smirk pushing myself away. "See you later Sebastian Sallow." I walk away winning yet another battle, but maybe not so much because I was starting to feel things that I have yet not felt before. I glance back at him to see him already staring at me with amazement across his face.

Sebastian~

I look at her while she walks away, she glances at me and I swear she knocked me out with that one look. I lean against the pillar next to me. What the actually fuck was that? I've always thought she was beautiful, but I didn't actually care for her that much... but I just loved to tease her, the way she would puff out here cheeks, the way she didn't let me put her down-she would always put a fight, and Merlin beard did that do that to me. I lied I did care for her, but I also had this strange obsession to make her mine, even though we would barely talk and when we did we bantered back and fourth with each other, and I never tried to get to know her knowing she hated me. But after that interaction, she was going to be mine and I was going to try everything in my power to make her mine. I walk into the Undercroft taking all my frustration out by casting as much as spells as I possibly can,

"What the fuck Sebastian." I gasp at the voice turning to look at Ominis, I probably looked like a mess(even thought he couldn't see it), I was trying to distract myself from even thinking about her lips, or her body against mine. Merlin was I sexually frustrated. I groan sitting down on the floor loosening up my tie, letting my wand hang loose between my legs.

"Sorry Ominis, just needed some time to think." I mumble running my fingers through my messy hair. I sigh deeply thinking fdeeply into my thoughts.

"Let me guess, our precius Y/n, the girl you haven't stopped talking about since she beat your ass in crossed wands fifth year?" He questions a sly smirk playing on his face. I scoff at his fuckin stupid ass smirk standing up from my position.

"Fuck I don't know Ominis, she hates me, she bloody hates me, but today... I told her I could make her mine if I really wanted too, and Merlins beard she pushes me against the wall saying I wanted her, now I can't stop thinking about her." I ramble pacing back and forth the Undercroft. Ominis stands still his smirk still dancing on his lips.

"Ah, you like our Hogwarts hero, don't you Sallow." He laughs. "Well maybe you can actually tell her at the party in the Gryffindor common room." He comments before I could reply he exits out of the Undercroft leaving me with my thoughts.

Y/n~

I stand in front of the mirror Imelda next to me putting some makeup on, I've in fact never seen Imelda with even a little bit of makeup on so it was a bit weird I was watching her put makeup on for the first time. I was wearing my knee high boots with a black tight skirt, of course mini skirt what else? with a black corset making my boobs look fantastic might I add. Imelda looks me up down.

"Damn girl, if I was interested in woman, I might just take you now." She winks at me and I laugh at her shaking my head.

"Good, because tonight I'm going to give Sebastian Sallow a taste of his own medicine." I couldn't get Sebastian out of my head since earlier today. The way he was towering over me against the wall, his breath on my neck. I hate that I'm even thinking about him. This is exactly what he was trying to do, but I wasn't going to let him win. Imelda lifts her eyebrow.

"Oh, someone admitting her feelings about him now?" She questions tilting her head putting on her dangling earrings. I scoff laughing.

"Oh I don't not have feelings for that twit." But I slightly blush at her comment, turning my head away as I do so. There was something about the way I controlled him, the way he controlled me. I wonder what he looked like shirtle- merlin Y/n what are you thinking, control your head dumbass. "Just want to play with him a little." I smirk giving myself one finally look in the mirror a satification look playing on my face.

"Well, you will with what you're wearing, making me think why I like men while you're wearing that." She comments, I shake my head once again giggling a bit.

"Oh hush, lets get going yeah?" She nods following me to the Gryffindor common room.

We enter the common room, the party already starting. Some were making out in the corner, others taking shots of whatever Garreth was making. Speaking of Garreth he locks eyes on me, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. He walks over holding two glasses in his hands.

"Wow, Y/n, Wow." He looks me up and down. "You look absolutely breathtaking my dear." I chuckle.

"Oh, I just picked something out of my chest." I wink, I point at the second drink. "May I?" He gives me the drink.

"Only for the best." He smirks lightly downing his drink, me following swiftly. The drink burns my throat a bit, but it hit me like a brick. "What is this?!"

"Oh, well it has a lot of alcohol in it and only one drink is really needed." He grins as my eyes widen on how I was already feeling it clogging my system.

"I-I can already feel it, Garreth!" He grabs my waist bringing close to him, I look at him with wide eyes. I didn't feel anything for Garreth, really he was my close friend but that was it, I've always secretly wondered if he wanted to be more but I tried to keep him only in the friend zone.

"Garreth..." I place my hands on his chest, as he grins down at me moving his face closer. "I don't feel that way towards you." I mumble softly looking behind him to catch Sebastian's eyes on me, watching my every move. I look back into his eyes my cheeks heating up but before you know it Garreth agressively places his lips on mine, my eyes widen even more at the contact, me trying to push him away but he kept holding me, actively hurting me as he does so. Sebastian grabs his shoulder ripping him off of me.

"Piss of Weasley!" He shoves Garreth away from me, Garreth looks fuming looking between the two of us.

"Oh, I see what's going on, fucking Sebastian huh, you're such a fuckin whore L/n." Sebastian swings and punches Garreth square into his mouth. Garreth stubles back grabbing his mouth, stomping away from Sebastian. Sebastian looks at me grabbing my arms scanning me from head to toe.

"Are you okay?" He asks genuinely, my eyes look into his, I haven't seen him like this since I helped him finding a cure for Anne, but even then I haven't seen him genuinely care for me, just his twin. I nod smiling softly.

"I'm fine, I would've had him if you would've let me." I tease. I really did like the way Sebastian came to my aid, it made him hotter? Wait hotter?! Did I think he was hot to begin with. He smirks softly.

"I know you would've had him, but I did need an excuse to be near you." He whispers gently placing a gentle hand on my hip. "Dance with me?" He tilts his head at me once again a sly smirk dancing around him lips, and for some reason that was my favorite thing he did. Oh god, I really was starting to fall but I couldn't let him win.

"Only if you can handle me Sallow." I grab the collar of his shirt bringing him closer to me, he grips onto my hips bringing my hips closer to his. I hitch a breath at the contact looking up at him but his eyes were already on mine.

"I'm the only one who can handle you." He whispers in my ear, nibbling gently on my ear just like I did to him before leaving him stranded. I gasp as he places a small kiss to the side of my neck, my eyes rolling back into my head at the contact.

"Maybe you're right, but I'm the only who makes you weak to your knees." I bark back, moving my hands up and down his chest, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. He inhales deeply. God I wanted him, the way he looked in black slacks, and this black button up rolled up to his elbows, he must know this is my weakest spot for men.

"You're right, my dear." He slides his hands from my waist down to my thigh bringing up the skirt gently, his gentle touch somehow brings moan out of my lips. "Merlin Y/n, I can't do this anymore, with me now." He grabs my hand bringing down to the Undercroft (sneakily of course) We get to the Undercroft him slamming against one of the pillars. One of his hands above my head leaning over me, the other holding my waist tightly. "You're all I could think about today, I need you." He growls under his breath. I squeeze my legs together feeling the giant pool of wetness between my thighs.

"Me too Sebastian. I want you to make me yours." I breath out grabbing his collar again but this time smashing his lips onto mine, he grips my waist bringing his hips closer to mine, oh god was he making me insane. I grind against his cock through his pants smirking as he moans against my lips. He explores my mouth with his tongue, he slides his hand from my hips up to my neck giving it a gentle grip. I moan at the contact. "I need more." I whine into his lips.

"What's the magic word, princess." He smirks pulling back from the deep make out session. I look at him innocently.

"What magic word?" I ask teasing him, how far could I push him. He grips my neck harder but not hard enough to actually choke me out but enough to knock the air out of me.

"Don't tease, be a good girl huh?" He says gently into my ear, his smirk forming even more. "Want to be fucked senseless? I suggest you obey." I whimper at his words.

"Please Sebastian, I need more." I beg, his eyes suddenly darkening at the way I begged, that was I needed to know to tip him over the edge.

"Good girl." He traces my lips with his fingers, until he aggressively attacks my neck in the process of marking my neck. I moan tugging his hair. My neck was my weak spot and merlin's beard was he good at knowing how to treat it. He pulls back unbuttoning his shirt slowly smirking at the way I stood there trying to wait patiently, rubbing my thighs together to create some sort of friction. He kicks at my thighs. "Did I say you could do that?" He slides his shirt off his arms, my eyes immediately glued onto his chest and his stomach, have I really been missing this? This entire time. He undo's his belt with one hand his eyes on mine making me nervous. He doesn't take his belt off all the way letting it loosely hang from his pants. He walks over to me ripping the corset off of my chest. "We don't need this anymore do we?" He looks at my exposed chest licking his lips. "Wow love, all of this for me?" He flicks my nipple and I moan at the contact squeezing my thighs together tightly. He moves his lips down to my stomach kissing his way down to the band of my skirt. "Don't need this anymore, do we?" He takes my skirt off sliding it down my legs him pausing when he see's that I did indeed not wear any underwear to this party. I smirk subtly.

"Like what you see Sallow?" I look down at him as he throws the skirt off to the side grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh I love it Miss L/n," he says moving his fingers up and down my thigh which sends a wave of electricity up and down them. He moves his hand closer, moving his finger inside of me and I moan out from the instant contact, he starts pushing his finger in and out inside of me, whimpering at his fingers moving inside of me. How the bloody hell did I miss this? I move my hands to his hair gripping on his hair tightly, I almost reach to my climax when he suddenly pulls his finger out of me, and I pout at him. He stands up getting face to face with mine. "Take off my pants." He commands crossing his arms. I get flustered at the way he looks at me that cocky little smile he gives me, I hate him but Merlin I wanted him, I take off his pants getting on my knees starting at how hard he already was. I look up at him through my lashes a smirk grazing upon my face, I take his underwear off his dick flinging out, I take him in my mouth my innocent eyes looking up at him but he's already look at me. A moan escaping his mouth, he leans his head back his eyes rolling back into his head.

"Merlins beard Y/n." He moans out, he sucks in a breath looking back down to see me already looking at him. He grabs the back of my head pushing my mouth further into him, and he starts to fuck my face. "Fuck, you are a good girl aren't you?" He pulls back and I breath in deeply. He grabs my wrist pulling me up against his chest, turning my around pushing my chest against the pillar. "Are you okay with this?" He whispers against my neck placing a gentle kiss on it. "I can stop now."

"Please Sebastian, I need you, I'm okay with this." I hitch out breathing rapidly. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Even though I hate it." I can feel his smirk against my skin tracing my arm up and down. He suddenly thrusts himself inside of me and I gasp out loudly at the contact bracing my hands against the wall.

"You secretly love it L/n..." He nibbles my neck creating yet another mark there, Imelda was going to love questioning it. He thrust in and out of my grabbing the back of my hair making me scream out in pleasures.

"Fuck Sebastian." I moan, I needed more of him. I turn around pushing him down onto the floor his eyes widen in surprise as I make my way on top of him before guiding him to my entrance teasing him by skimming my folds around his cock, he throws his head back groaning.

"Such a fuckin tease, huh?" He grabs my hips pushing me down onto him, I gasp once again at the contact. I start to go up and down his length clenching myself around him, I was pushed over the edge and I was getting close to my climax, his thrusting into me getting sloppy and my moving up and down his length also getting sloppy.

"S-Sebastian I'm gonna cum." I choke out.

"Merlin's beard, me too princess." He thrusts into me one last time before we both each to our end, him releasing in side of me, me following swiftly. I get off of him crashing down next to him, looking up at the ceiling above us heavily breathing, blood starts rushing to my face realizing what I just did. I fucked the person I've hated since last year, someone I despise, but look where I was now. Naked next to him, butterflies in my stomach. I look at him but he was already looking at me, something that has indeed happened a lot today. He moves a piece of hair that was in front of my eye. "You are so beautiful." He mumbles. I blush at his comment looking into those hazel eyes that I use to hate.

"Shut up Sallow, you're only saying that cause of we did, probably can add that to your list of woman." I sit up covering my chest. Was I falling hard? Yes, but I knew I was just someone who he needed to have, a desire. He sits up moving closer to me grabbing my chin making me look at him.

"You think that's why I did what I did tonight?" He questions with soften eyes. "I did what I did tonight because even though I tease you, and make bloody stupid remarks I have not stopped thinking about you since you beat my ass in crossed wands. I've been wanting to make you mine since day one but knew you never wanted more." He lets go of my chin looking down at the ground before standing up putting on his pants.

"Wait Sebastian, you've liked me since then? Why the bickering with me? Why the teasing?" I question looking at him not even bothering putting on my clothes. He kneels down in front of me.

"Because I love seeing you get mad, kind of cute." He smirks, I start to laugh at him shaking my head.

"Shut up Sallow." I stand up putting my clothes back on, he stares at me as I do so. He comes up from behind me wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I love you Y/n." Sebastian mumbles softly into my shoulder, my breath hitches at the way it smoothly came out of that dumb mouth.

"I love you too dummy." I laugh giving him a small peck on his cheek. "Even though you drive me mad, but you're the only person who I will allow that grace." We suddenly hear footsteps walking into the Undercroft and both our breath hitches. I pull away from Sebastian seeing Ominis walk in.

"Sebastian?" Ominis questions as he stomps in the undercroft stopping at a halt pausing. "Wait Y/n?"

"Oh Hi Ominis." I awkwardly wave even though I know he couldn't see it, the heat making its way to my cheeks.

"Oh come on! in the undercroft, I swear to merlin if there is anything sticky I will be the one to use a unforgivable curse." Sebastian and I start laughing at the sassy Ominis we both know. Oh boy was Sebastian going to hear an ear full from him. And I with Imelda.

Stupid ending I know, but could not think how I wanted to end this. Also my first ever writing smut, give me some feedback I need it!~A/N

[inmyminditsreal]

Solving crimes and crushes

Fem!reader x spencer reid

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: You're filling in for an agent at the BAU, but are surprised to find you like one of the team members a little too much.

It was early morning when you got a call from your old friend Aaron. You hadn't spoken to him in a while, so you almost instantly pick up.

"Hey Aaron is everything alright? you don't normally call out of nowhere.” you say, a little more excited than you should've. 

"Yeah Y/n everything is fine except one of our teammates got injured in the field and is currently in the Hospital. I was wondering if you could fill in for her? That is, if you’re not too busy.” He says in a timid voice. 

“I would love to fill in, how is your teammate? Is she alright?” you respond. 

“She’s in stable condition as of now. Her name is Agent Jareau. You were also wondering if you could come in today. You already knew where the office is.” he replies. 

“Of course, I'm on my way.”you say before hanging up and almost running to grab your keys. 

In the car you're starting to get nervous. Are they gonna like you? Well, they don’t even know you, and you're filling in for their hurt friend. You wouldn't exactly be chipper to meet you if you were them. 

Arriving at the office, you're met with an elevator with a lot of floors.

“Shit”, you mumble under your breath. You pull out my phone and send a quick text to Aaron saying,

“Which floor is it again? So confused.”

he responds saying, “6th.”

You press the button and hope that you make a good impression. 

You walk in and meet a very nice woman with colorful clothes you learn whose name is Penelope Garcia. She walks you to Aarons office but she calls him Hotch. You guess now you would have to as well.

“Y/n!” Aaron said brightly “It's great to see you, I see you’ve already met Penelope” he added gesturing to Penelope who was peeking through the doorway.

“It's great to see you too Hotch, thank you for this opportunity!” you say with as much pep as you can muster.

 “Let me call a briefing,” he said with a stern tone. 

“Sure, just let me put my things away.” you say having no idea where to put them. 

“I'll show you where you can” Penelope squeaks from the doorway.

“That would be great thanks!” 

After putting my things down and chatting with Penelope, she leads me to the briefing room. You walk in and are instantly met with eyes all over you. 

Hotch begins, “Team, this is Y/n L/n and she is filling in for JJ.”

“Hi everyone” you say with a meek voice.

“These are agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, and Dr. Spencer reid.” Hotch continues as you shake everyone's hands, everyone except for the Doctor. Everybody sort of stares at you and snickers as you look like an idiot holding your hand out in front of him. 

“He doesn't shake hands,” Hotch says.

“Oh I'm sorry,” you say quickly. 

“No worries,” Spencer says.

You take my seat wondering about the Doctor but, you don’t have much time to think as the briefing starts. Penelope starts with the briefing and you're listening intently.

 After Penelope is finished, Emily says, “I get he's lighting them on fire but, how are the flames green in the picture, is it a glitch”?

 you hear Spencer start to explain but you quickly say back,

“You can make green fire by mixing together borax or boric acid with methanol to make green flames, and its copper compounds that make flames green, sodium compounds that make them yellow, and calcium compounds that make them orange. Or this guy could have sprinkled some chemicals onto the fire to make it green.”

Everybody looks at you like you're insane. You fucked up didnt you? Spencer especially looks at me intensely. 

“What?” you say confused.

“Thanks,” Prentiss says, sounding surprised.

After the briefing is done and my embarrassing moment is hopefully a far away memory, you go to collect you're things when Hotch says  “Wheels up in 30.”

You Walk over to my desk you were recently given to pick up your things, when somebody approaches. 

“How’d you know all that stuff?” Spencer asks, taking you by surprise. 

“Oh uh about the fire? I read about it a while ago.” 

He smiles subtly and responds with a soft, “Me too.”

After you take your seat on the plane, you feel like you screwed up your first day, that you haven’t even finished. 

Someone sits down next to you to your shock and a little discomfort. It’s Spencer, which makes me extra shocked. 

“Do you mind if I sit here?” He asks softly while avoiding eye contact.

You can’t help but hear Morgan and Prentiss stifle their giggles. 

“Yeah of course.” you reply sweetly. 

There's a few minutes of horrible silence before it's broken by Morgan saying,

“So what do we know about our unsub?” 

“What we do know is he killed 3 people by burning them to death.” Prentiss says.

“We also know he killed only men, in their twenties, and they all went to the same University, North Carolina state ” you add reluctantly.

“And that’s where we’re going.” Hotch adds while coming to take a seat closer to everyone.

“This guy didn’t want to be seen, he only killed at night and was probably covered in a hoodie or dark clothing. He waited until these kids were out drinking and followed them out. When he cornered them, he would pour a methanol and boric acid mixture on them and set them on fire with matches.” Spencer states.

The rest of the plane ride went smoothly, other than the little looks you and Spencer kept sharing. Why did he keep glancing at you? And why did you keep glancing at him? 

We arrive at the college and split up into groups. Of course you and Spencer are in a group together. We begin interviewing the students, everyone seemed shaken up. Poor kids. You finish at the college and follow some leads. All of them lead to dead ends except for one. A girl you had met in the science room, as you talked to her, you couldn't help but notice her journal, which was covered in drawings of flames, but they were all different colors. She even wrote out the instructions to make each flame. 

You glance up at Spencer, who returns your look of worry. 

“What are those drawings about?” you ask her politely. 

“Oh. These are just for a science project.” She says a little impudently while closing her book and placing it into her bag. 

“Thanks for the information.” Spencer says before walking off. You follow closely behind.

 “Hi, is there anything else you need?” The teacher asks. 

“Yea. Have you been working on anything to do with flames, or different compounds for different colored flames?” Spencer says quietly.

“Flames. flames… Nope, Sorry nothing to do with flames.” She replies.

You walk off feeling more and more suspicious of the girl with the book. After heading back to the station you look further into this girl's life. Her name is Mikalya Sterman, and from what you can tell she’s your criminal.

 Suddenly Hotch rushes in while saying, “There’s been another victim, same college, same gender, and age. We have to go now.”

Rushing to the car, you somehow are sitting with Spencer. You are solving a crime yet you still can’t get the adorable Doctor out of your head. 

“How are you feeling about this case?” you ask desperately to break the silence.

“I think it's the girl we met, I mean, the drawings, the behavior, everything. She has to be our criminal.” He utters.

“Yea, I mean why else would she lie about those drawings. Also, I like your tie.” you say and immediately want to jump out of the car.

The car stops and Hotch and Prentiss get out of the driver's seat and you quickly follow. You try to run away from Spencer by speed walking to the scene and hiding your face. It doesn’t work. 

“Thanks, I typically wear ties that match the rest of what I’m wearing like- this. So uh thanks.” He says holding out his sweater. 

“Cute.” you add with a smile. 

“Lovebirds, time to solve a crime!” Morgan states from the scene while Prentiss is laughing her ass 

off.

Hotch rolls his eyes. Spencer and you quickly walk to the scene.

While examining the body you find a pendant hanging across the victim's neck.

“This belonged to Mikalya. I remember seeing her wear it while we were talking.” you tell everyone.

“Yea she was definitely wearing it.” Spencer adds on. 

“Well what does this mean?” Prentiss asks. 

“It means we need to find our killer.” Hotch states.

He sends you out in groups except, this time you're with Prentiss, not Spencer.

“Soooo- Spencer.” She says coyly. 

“Spencer’s sweet.” you mutter back.

“Mhmmm” she insists “and what else?”

“Okay okay, he’s super cute and sweet and smart and nice, and sweet, an-.” you sputter before she cuts you off with, “Ok ok ok ok! I get it, he’s amazing. Sooo- what are we gonna do about this?”

“Nothing! Jesus, actually- nevermind! I don’t know!” you spit.

“We are looking for a murderer and you’re thinking about my kind-of-crush!” you whisper-yell at her.

“Oh please, they already caught the killer.” She says pointing to where they had, in fact, already arrested the killer.

“B-but! How? I was- WE were right here.” you say.

“Yes but your kind-of-crush was so distracting, you couldn’t even solve a crime!” she laughs.

“Oh my god. What have I become? Emily, help me.” you say sarcastically.

“I’m gonna ask everybody to go for drinks- wait- how about, you ask everybody to go for drinks, I’ll tell everybody else but Spencer to decline! I’m a genius.”

She says slyly before you add “No- yes- wait-okay, fine I’m on board.”

“YES!” she shouts a little too loud for comfort as we both walk back to the cars.

Driving back you weren't in the same car as Spencer despite Emily’s suspicious efforts to change that.

We get back on the plane and Spencer sits down next to you again.

“It’s still okay if I sit with you right?” He mutters.

“Of course Spencer, you don’t need to ask.” you reply with a reassuring tone.

He smiles shyly at your comment and you swear you see him blush.

Back at the BAU everybody gathers and you ask, “Hey does anybody want to go get some food or drinks?” 

Emily winks at you and she's the first to say, “Sorry, I'm so tired. Maybe another time?”

Everyone else goes along with their excuses until Spencers the last one to speak.

“Sure! I'm starving.” He says while putting on his jacket and walking toward you. 

“Great.” you say smiling. We both walk out, and you swear you can hear Emily and Derek chortling from the elevator.

P.s please give me tips!

[randonauticrap]

Gentleness

Pairing ~ Rio Ortiz x Reader

Word Count ~ 811

Author's Note ~ For @maries-gallery , while she's not feeling well. 🥰

Warnings ~ None, tis period fluffy

Rio's eyebrows knit together. He knew that look; the look of you doing your best to hold yourself together in public, bear the pain and try not to let it show on your face. You had eaten little to nothing, and although you had been holding your teacup for some time, had only taken a few drinks before resting it back at your stomach. You were uncomfortable, but ignoring it for the sake of keeping your plans for the day. But he wasn't having it, not this time. So the next time he came around to refill your tea, he leaned down and subtly whispered in your ear that Prince Leon needed to see you fairly urgently. You responded with a short nod and politely excused yourself from Yves and Licht to head to the domestic faction's office. The moment you were out of sight of the 5th and 6th princes, you doubled over and groaned softly, clutching your abdomen as it roiled in pain.

"I knew it." Rio rounded the corner on you, carrying a solemn expression on his face.

"Hey, Rio." You smiled weakly. "Would you mind grabbing me some pain medication from the maid's stores? I need to go see Leon."

"No you don't." Rio argued, and when you hit him with a questioning look, he sighed softly, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in for a hug. "You never did. I knew you were in pain, but you're too nice to cancel your plans."

"Rio, I can't just cancel everything everytime I get my period." You chuckled, your tone disapproving while your body melted into his warmth.

"No, and you don't. But.. sometimes you can, and I know you can barely eat right now, so why put yourself through that? Yves and Licht will understand."

You were about to argue. You had opened your mouth and formed your first thought already, but as soon as your eyes locked with Rio's desperate ones, it all flew out the window. *He* was the one who was all too nice. You closed your mouth and let your lips turn upwards. "Okay, fine. Just this once." As soon as you conceded, his face lit up with undeniable triumph.

"Great! Now let's get you to bed and I'll bring you that pain medicine. And don't worry, I'll take care of you aaaaall week long." You chuckled at his enthusiasm as he led you back to your room, helped you into more comfortable clothes, and tucked you into the covers snugly. He brought a hot water bottle and pain medications from the kitchen, along with a few cold sweets to help get it down. After he saw to it that you were easing into sleep, he turned to leave your room, silent as a mouse.

But something caught his sleeve. He turned to find your delicate fingers wrapped around the button hole of his jacket, and his eyes made the slow ascent to your angelic face, your features finally relaxed and calm. "Do you need something else?" He asked gently, hope springing into his chest at the fleeting thought that he could stay with you a little longer.

"W-will you stay, Rio?" You murmured, your eyes pulling him into a trance. How could he ever say no to that face? So he nodded, and turned to find a chair, but you tugged on him again, and when he turned back to look at you, his breath stopped in his lungs. You had pulled the covers back, enough to expose the slightest bit of your light blue negligee. Could it be? Did you really- ? "Please," you near whispered, the word barely carrying through the still room, and Rio's heart started beating again at the sound of it.

"Of course." He smiled softly, working to remove his shoes and his jacket before sliding into the cool sheets beside you, his mind blanking as you snuggled into his side. He wrapped his arms around you on instinct, pulling your warm body as close as he could get it before settling down and staring up at the ceiling in a daze. It wasn't long until your breath evened out beside him and you drifted into a long-awaited slumber. He stayed awake next to you, your faithful and loving sentry, overseeing your blissfulness in sleep and gathering himself from the shock at your sudden affection.

It was awhile later before Rio finally grew used to your presence this near to him, and he braved a glance at your effervescent sleeping form. Coherent thought had abandoned him the moment you welcomed him to bed, but the first in awhile came to him all of the sudden. "You should really cancel all your plans more often." He muttered into the silence, and carded his fingers through your hair, silently vowing to make this a tradition every month.

~

Tags for the Lovelies: @aquagirl1978 @maries-gallery @rhodolitesroseforclavis @ikehoe @queengiuliettafirstlady @veervers

[reaper-bloodmoon]

(TSAMS Continuity AU) Too Much Risk, Not Enough Reward

Parts and Services: April 2nd, 2024

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[Earth has been stuck and locked in one of the side rooms after Lunar found her eating one of the STAFF bots while it was still functioning, dried oil staining her mouth as she had sucked that STAFF bot dry. Her expression is a tired one, having not gotten any sleep for the past week she had been stuck down there. Soon though footfalls can be heard coming towards the room she's stuck in, which got her to look up. It was Solar, having brought down Earth's knitting supplies along with his own.]

Solar: Hey...I thought you would've gotten bored, being stuck and all that...

[Solar goes to open the door to the room, but Jack, being as quick as he is, stops him.]

Jack: I am sorry! But Moon has told me it is too risky for anyone to go near Earth!

Solar: Jack, she's my sister, she wouldn't hurt me.

Jack: I am sorry, I am only following my current prerogative!

Solar: Jack, let me through-

Jack: I cannot...I do not want to lose you, and Sol would not want to lose you either. Too risky, Solar!

[Solar's rays lower in defeat as he returns to the glass window, looking in at Earth.]

Solar: I'm....I'm sorry, Earth. I thought I'd be able to give you your knitting stuff.

Earth: ......

[Earth can't say anything, what could she say? That she wouldn't harm him if he shut Jack down and came in? No...the hunger was too much, she wanted oil, she needed it, to have the warmth of it splattered on her face. Blood would've worked too, but Solar doesn't have blood.]

Earth: ....Don't worry about it, it's okay.

Solar: Well...I still brought my stuff, so...maybe you could watch? I'm actually trying to do a blanket this time, I was thinking maybe orange and black with a small splash of purple for Sol. You think she'd like it?

Earth: I...think she'd love it, Solar.

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Parts and Services: April 6th, 2024

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[Moon taps at the glass of the room Earth is in, Earth having her back turned to him, her stance similar to a zombie's.]

Moon: Earth?

[Earth's neck creaks, groans, and snaps as she slowly turns to look at Moon, her mouth seeping with a dark, pulsing liquid. Moon flinches and stops tapping at the glass.]

Moon: Um....so...how are you feeling?

Earth: ...Hungry...

Moon: I know...but I can't feed you what you actually want.

Earth: ...Moon!!

[Earth bangs against the glass, causing Moon to fall onto his back.]

Earth: I need it! I need your oil!! Let me have it!!

[Earth's eyes flash a more crimson red color, their pupil shape changing to one of a skull.]

Moon: Earth, Earth, hey hey calm down! I...I can't let you have my oil, I can't let you have anyone's oil, not even Bloody and Harvest as much as I dislike those two.

[Earth makes a low growling plus a heavy breathing noise, her eyes going back, somewhat, to normal. Or at least, back to their previous state of being blue with only one pupil being a skull shape.]

Moon: Earth....I promise, I'll find a cure for this, just hold on a little longer.

[Earth says nothing, going back to her previous state of being in a zombie-like stance, here eyes staring off into the void.]

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Parts and Services: April 13th, 2024

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Foxy: I....holy shit dude...

Monty: Earth...?

[Earth's eyes are completely hollow, her face twisted into an eerie, unwavering grin....everything below her head had been twisted and transformed into some sort of metal centipede monster, it taking up the entire room, leaving only enough room for Earth's head to peek out the glass that stood between her and the two outside of the room. Her face was also stained with that black, pulsating substance. Her only response was a raspy croaking, breathing noise.]

Foxy: What...what the hell happened to your girlfriend?

Monty: Do I look like I know what happened, man?? No one's told me anything outside of her getting infected with...something!

Foxy: Gonna be honest here bud, I don't think that's even Earth in there anymore. Whatever it is, it's just using Earth as a skin suit.

Monty: No no she still has to be in there! Earth!

[Monty runs up to the glass and touches it with their own hand.]

Monty: Earth, honey, it's me....please, say something...!

[Earth's head snaps to the side, one of the metal centipede limbs gently pressing itself against the glass where Monty's hand was. Earth's hollow eyes make a grinning gesture before a raspy giggling is heard.]

Monty: ...Hey....you're in there, aren't you?

[Earth, or whatever's wearing her head as a mask, laughs harder, it sounding raspy and almost...pained.]

Earth(?): I need it...let me have it! I want it to end!

[The voice sounds like a pre-recorded version of Earth's voice, or even the last words she had said before she had transformed into this monstrous form.]

Foxy: ...Oh god...bud, I'm sorry, that isn't her anymore.

Monty: No! No!

[Monty impulsively tries to get into the room through the door, but Jack stops them like he had to stop Solar several times before.]

Jack: I am sorry, I cannot allow you access either!

Monty: Jack, get outta my way-!

Jack: I will paralyze you to stop you if I must!

Monty: Jack...!

Foxy: Monty, listen to Jack, clearly Earth had to have already been getting to be too dangerous if he's trying to stop you.

Monty: But that's my girlfriend man, I can't leave her like that!

Foxy: Monty I'm gonna be real honest with you, I don't think there would be anything that could cure that, even if it was developed. You...might just have to put her down.

Monty: Heheh...nah, I bet Moon has to have developed something that actually could work on curing her.

Moon: ....I wish I could say you were right, Monty.

[Foxy and Monty nearly collapse backwards, not having really expected Moon to pull a Jack.]

Monty: What do you mean by that?

Moon: As it turns out whatever she was infected with is actually some kind of mutant killcode that can't be killed off itself.

Foxy: So...if KC had mutated, that could've happened to you?

Moon: Yeah but I don't want to think about in all honesty...anyway turns out KC's the one who made the person who infected Earth.

Monty: Well how'd you find that one out, hm?

[Monty leans against one of the work tables.]

Moon: So before Eclipse completely tore him to shreds, I interviewed that stupid Crescent Moon kid.

Monty: ....God damnit I wanted to get another shot at him!

Moon: Oh great so we're in agreement that kid is just flat out awful. Anyway Crescent Moon was also made by KC, his twin sister is the one that infected Earth by the way, and turns out both him and his sister's killcodes were made with the intent to help protect and defend instead of, you know, kill for no reason. But I guess Luna's mutated to the point it gave her a monster form. The difference between them and Earth though...

[Moon looks at Earth(?) with a pained expression, Earth(?) seemingly going back into that sort of dissociative state.]

Moon: Is that Luna can control that form, meanwhile Earth can't, given that we couldn't let her have any access to blood or oil or even other animatronics for that matter.

Foxy: ...So I'm...oh...I'm right, you're gonna have to put your own sister down, kami kai that's uh....listen, I'll leave you two to figure it out, I'm gonna go get my kid.

[Foxy leaves Parts and Services, Monty and Moon now standing at the room Earth was stuck inside.]

Monty: ...What can we even do, Moon? We can't just pull an Old Yeller on her.

Moon: I don't know, I don't even wanna do this but I have to!

Monty: And I can't just let you do it, not...not on your own anyway.

[Earth(?) hears them and lets out another raspy laugh, sounding less like her own.]

Earth(?): Make it stop! Can't!!!

[Earth's words sound more like they were badly put together audio clips.]

Moon: ...We have to move her into the tube, let it disassemble her...

Monty: And how do you plan on doing that without getting bitten? You told Jack to not let anyone into the room.

Moon: I'm sure Jack's fast enough to move her in there without getting bit. Hey Jack-

Jack: Already done, Moon! No bite marks detected on my body!

Monty: God that's freaky-

Moon: Efficient though...

[Moon and Monty now move over to the old computer with only four buttons, which even I as the narrator admit is stupid and makes things harder than it has to be.]

Monty: ...Give me a moment before you start the process, please.

Moon: I don't plan to start until I get to say my peace too...

Monty: What about Sun, Solar, Lunar, Ruin, and Sol?

Moon: ....Hey Jack, go tell the others about what's happening, and take them down here if they want to get their peace in.

Jack: On it!

[Jack quickly leaves and comes back within five minutes with Sun, Solar, Lunar, Ruin, and Sol.]

Sun: Oh...oh my kami kai this is real...

[They all surround the tube, Earth(?)'s head slowly swiveling around to look at each of them. They all get to say their peace, even saying goodbye to Earth.]

Lunar: Moon...is it...going to hurt her?

Moon: Gonna be honest, it probably would hurt her more if she was still conscious under that.

[Moon lets out a heavy hearted sigh, putting in the command that would disassemble Earth inside the tube. Everyone mostly turns away, not wanting to watch the whole thing happen. It takes over an hour for Earth(?) to be disassembled, Moon having a heavy sense of guilt.]

Moon: Oh I am gonna need so much actual therapy after this.

Ruin: To be fair, I think we all do.

Sol: I don't blame you for that one, I actually have a therapist recommendation.

Moon: Huh?

Sol: His name's Nicolas Gator, I usually send Bloody and Harvest to see him.

[Literally everyone but Sol groan when they hear his name.]

Solar: God damnit not ANOTHER family member of Monty's we didn't know about.

Monty: Don't look at me, I didn't know either!

Sol: ...Is it a bad time to mention he's your older twin? He kinda mentioned that when I first met him and pointed out how similar you two looked.

Monty: Damnit I did not need my own twin brother!

Moon: Well if he's a therapist, he's probably smarter than you are.

Monty: Moon I swear-!

[Moon laughs as Monty starts to chase him out of parts and services, leading everyone else to follow after them to try and get Monty to stop.]

[hyperionshipping]

A Movie Marathon

A/N: This fic isn't "set" during or around an episode but based purely off of a Shining joke Hodgins makes in season 2. (During that episode that reminds me of The Blair Witch Project) ---

The killer jumped onto the screen, catching the woman off guard who screamed as the axe dug into her side—a loud squelch sound followed by a spray of blood. Elias squeaked, jumping in the seat next to Hodgins who seemed into it. 

Elias, on the other hand, had his face pressed to Hodgins' neck, eyes closed tightly. This was… the 6th horror movie? And he was getting jumpier as time went on. This was also not the first time he'd grabbed Hodgins or hidden against him.

Hodgins laughed and told Elias he was squeezing him. Elias opened an eye and leaned away. "No, I wasn't!" He looked back at the screen to see the woman dead on the floor.

"Right." 

***

Hodgins had insisted Elias stay the night. It was late and dark, and he definitely didn't want to ride home alone. Not that he would've voiced that now. Despite Elias consistently saying he'd sleep on the couch, Hodgins wouldn't let him. Elias eventually gave up.

Hodgins even gave him a shirt to sleep in. Elias didn't say it out loud but it was comforting after the barrage of horror movies. It was well-worn, and smelt like Hodgins. It was a tad big on him, and Elias debeated a few moments before opting to sleep in the shirt and his boxers. That wasn't weird, right?

Hodgins' room felt quiet now, as the two men lay separately. Too quiet for after all the horror movies they had watched. Scenes played back in Elias' head and he took a deep breath, rolling around.

Eventually, he pulled the covers up to his chin and curled up, burying his face into the pillow. He started to drift off when a loud clunk shocked his nerves. He stopped breathing as Hodgins jumped up. At that, Elias instinctively went to reach for his knife. His hand touched the bed frame, and nothing more. 

"Fuck!!" Hodgins yelled, cringing as he rubbed his knee. 

"What…?" Elias tried to feign he had been asleep. "Eveythin' okay Hodge?" 

"Yeah I think it was just--" the noise started again and Hodgins' eyes scanned the dark room. "It's my minifridge. Dumb thing does this all the time. Go back to sleep, baby." 

"O-okay…" Elias swallowed. He felt vulnerable. 

"Actually? Do you mind if I get into bed? The couch isn't as comfy as it normally is." Hodgins was not going to admit he felt on edge. 

"Oh. Not at all," Elias blinked in his direction, as Hodgins climbed in.

"I'll make sure to stay away. Leave enough room to not encroach on your manly space." Elias snickered.

"Hodgepodge," he cooed, "I've shared a bed with another man. You're fine." 

Hodgins let out a small breathy laugh as he wiggled, getting comfortable. Elias still felt on edge. Hodgins' house was so big. And dark. He was used to darkness but it felt so much scarier right now.

Unintentionally or not, Elias started to wiggle closer to Hodgins, who seemed to be asleep already. Elias stopped a few inches from him, closing his eyes. 

He stayed awake for a few minutes, listening to the steady rhythm of breaths from Hodgins. He let it lull him to sleep.

By the time Hodgins began to stretch out, starfishing, Elias was fast asleep curled up small. Hodgins was also asleep, unconsciously taking up more room on the bed.

Hodgins was the first awake, blinking away his drowsiness and the tail end of some weird dream. He started to stretch, going to move as he suddenly stopped. 

Elias was still asleep, mouth open slightly, still curled as well. He looked cute, Hodgins thought. He then noticed Elias was laying on him. His head on Hodgins' arm, back to his side. 

Hodgins smiled, just watching Elias sleep. This was great. He was doing great! His crush in his bed, asleep, on him? Hodgins stayed as still as he could. 

He could have easily pushed Elias off or moved his arm. But he didn't want to. Right now, Hodgins wanted to stay in his bed. Everything else could wait. God knows when he'd get this again.

[rosenallies]

No romantic stories from me today, so I guess I’ll give you back custody of Nat and Jane 🙄 Here’s a prompt not from a prompt list: Nat having a little panic attack at school because her dad had to go to the hospital and Jane comforting her

I'm sorry this took me so long to write but ty for sending this in!!

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"Natalie? What's wrong?" Jane asked, brows furrowing together with concern as she watched Natalie go from smiling and giggling at something on her phone, to suddenly pale and shaky.

Jane poked at her shoulder, trying to get her to snap out of it, but she stared ahead, phone clutched to her chest in shaking hands.

"Nat, c'mon, you're scaring me. Is it your dad?"

Just at the mention of Synthia, Natalie started crying, little wounded sounds leaving her lips as she nodded.

"Okay, come on, let's go somewhere quiet, Ms.C's room should be open."

Quickly ushering her out of the loud lunch room, Jane led her to the English block where their favorite teacher's room was. She was out on lunch duty, but always kept her door unlocked for her students to use her room as a safe space.

In a calm and quiet space, lit only by fairy lights and the small window near the teacher's desk, Jane led Natalie to the reading area, sitting her down on one of the bean bag chairs before taking the other.

"Tell me what's wrong? Is he not feeling good?" Jane said softly, the voice that only Natalie could really pull out of her.

"H-he, he's going to the hospital," she exasperated in a single breath, gasping for air when it was all out.

Natalie clutched at her chest as she cried, breathing not coming easily in the state she was in.

"Breathe, Natalie, you've gotta breathe," Jane coached, attempting to get her to breathe in sync with her, in then out, in then out.

"I-I can't, I can't!"

"You've gotta, follow me, okay?"

Jane coached Natalie through some breathing exercises, a few they learned from 6th grade choir last year when Natalie forced her to join with her despite Jane being about as tone deaf as can be. She supposes that awful class was good for something, as Natalie's breathing got more and more regulated. Her hands still shook and tears still rolled down her cheeks but Jane wasn't worried she would pass out anymore.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?"

Natalie nodded and sniffled. "Noni says he was having a hard time breathing, so daddy took him to the hospital. Do you think it was because I had a cold last month? I-I stayed away from him but-but, maybe he still got it? What if something happens and it's my fault? What if-"

"Hey, don't talk like that," Jane scolded gently, "it isn't your fault. He could have gotten sick anywhere, right? It's been a while since you were sick, there's no way it was your cold."

"I guess," Natalie shrugged, unconvinced.

"Is anyone picking you up?"

"Yeah, Noni is. They said they'll take me to see him while he's still in the ER. If he goes to the ICU I can't see him until he's in the regular unit," she explained.

Jane nodded along. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Natalie looked up at her, dark eyes big and watery. "It's okay, I know you don't like hospitals."

Reaching over and squeezing her hand gently. "I don't care, if you want me to come, I will."

"But how will you get out of school? Noni can't sign you out."

"Tell Gia to pick me up behind the school, I'll jump the fence. My parents won't care if they get a call that I ditched the last few periods, if they even answer the phone, that is."

"I don't want you to-"

"Save it," Jane said, putting her hand up, "I couldn't care less about getting in trouble when my best friend needs me."

Tears welled up in Natalie's eyes as she leaned over and pulled Jane into a tight hug. "I love you," she whispered.

Jane chuckled. "I love you too."

[themagical1sa]

"As long as you wake up and breathe, there's still hope for you."

⚠ WARNING: This post will tackle depression and suicidal ideation as well as mention self-harm by scratching.

I'm writing this post because this is the beginning of my attempt to dismantle everything.

Reader discretion is highly advised.

...

...well, I woke up at 3:17 PM today.

I woke up and I'm still alive.

I woke up and I'm still alive despite the higher chance of suicide last night.

Yet, even then, I highlighted sana sa paggising ay wala na ang nadaramang sakit in last night's post. The line translates to "I hope that when I wake up, the pain I feel is gone."

The pain is still there, unfortunately.

The pain is still there, unfortunately, and I've had enough of it.

It's time I start dismantling what keeps it there in the first place.

...

I recently went through what I would call a "mental hell."

It's a state of mind where my headspace is so bad that I feel like I'm in an abyss being sucked into a pool of tar. I've been mentally dragged back to that headspace more and more often since November.

Yesterday night, however... it was the worst version of mental hell I've ever been in since the 20th of December, 2021.

It was the kind of mental hell that made me want to scratch myself until I bleed; it was the kind of mental hell that made me want to tie a noose out of something and die in my room. It was the kind of mental hell that made my sick mind yell to me that I have never been the same honor student when I was younger.

It was the kind of mental hell that told me that I can't possibly be the same person as that honor student kid, that I can't possibly be what grew from that kid who was once called an Outstanding Student by my school.

It was the kind of mental hell that told me I must be some kind of impostor because I'm clearly not the same kid.

It was the kind of mental hell that made me create what I now call a "vent wall" on my vanity mirror.

Forgive the photo quality; it was taken with my tablet's camera.

The small memos are from 2020. The yellow pad layer is from last night.

As you can see, my mental hell manifested into this vent wall – all that is written is essentially what my sick mind has been yelling for months, if not years. I've been like this since 2017, so the scars run deep. I've teetered this close 12 days ago, now that I think about it...

...so what am I going to do now?

I'm going to start dismantling this thing – I'm going to start breaking the corrupted framework that has kept me here for six years.

I may not be the same Outstanding Student as I was during 4th-6th grade and 8th grade, but that doesn't make me any less of a person; in fact, my becoming different shouldn't make me any less of a person at all. I may not be the same, but I still have the same dreams as my 8th grade self, if not more expounded upon as I grew and learned throughout my life.

Here's the plan: I will counteract the vent wall with reframed responses I'll write on newer memos.

I guess I'll finally be able to use my accumulated pad papers and stationaries.

I will counteract the vent wall with new responses and reframed sentiments; that way, not only am I physically fighting these thoughts back into sense, I'm also reminding myself that I'm trying to get better and am getting there.

I might also make a vision board or something out of my closet/cabinet doors while I'm at it. Who knows?

Well, that's it for now. I may update later in a new post – if I do, I'll come back and edit the link here.

Thank you.

[vigilvntes]

Home Is Where The Heart Is - Edward Nashton x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: ok so i wrote this in like an hour while i was bored at work because apparently my brain only functions when i'm not supposed to be writing fics so like. consider this an apology for not being able to post the riddler smut today. i'll probably have it up tomorrow but until then enjoy some soft fluff bc :') i just wanna hug him. also i'm literally about to see the batman for the 6th time i have issues so i'll see y'all sOON (also ignore ruby sparks gif i couldn't find one of edward ok) <3

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, mentions of violence. other then that it's just tooth rotting fluff w a tiny sprinkle of angst.

Summary: There's no where Eddie would rather be than home.

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Coming home to you is his favourite part of the day.

Sure, Edward loves unmasking Gotham's most corrupt, but he loves unmasking himself in your doorway a whole lot more. Stripping himself of his trench coat and kicking off his boots, feeling your soft carpet under his feet, knowing that you're waiting for him just a few rooms away brings him greater joy than killing and exposing the lies ever could.

The clean-up tonight was... messy, to say the least. The rats left nothing to the imagination in terms of blood and guts. He made sure to shower and wipe the blood from his coat and boots before even daring to think about making his way over to your apartment. You know who he is, and you love him anyway, something he's thankful for everyday. But what you don't love is having to clean up bloody footprints from your cream carpet. That happened only once, and you haven't let him live it down. He doesn't think the stain is that bad, it could pass as red wine, in his opinion. You would disagree.

He moves quietly around the apartment, throwing his coat over the back of your couch and stripping himself down to his boxer shorts as he makes his way down the hallway. The door to your bedroom is cracked open just slightly, and it's dark in there apart from the dim, blue glow of the TV. He hears the faint voices speak his name (which makes him smirk, he can't help himself) and he comes to the conclusion that you're watching the news.

Or you were.

When he slips through the bedroom door, closing it gently behind him, you're tucked under the blanket with your nose buried in his pillow, snoring softly. He realised a long time ago that he'll never, ever tire of seeing this. You're the one thing that's good and right in Gotham and there you are, curled up on his side of the bed wearing nothing but an old, baggy t-shirt of his that you had claimed your favourite at the very start of your relationship. You're an anomaly, a direct contrast to the corruption and violence of the city. You're innocent. And you're completely and utterly his.

He tiptoes over to the other side of the bed, dropping his clothes down in a small pile on the floor. He'll tidy up after himself in the morning. He pulls the blanket back gently, careful to keep you covered and comfortable, then he lifts his leg and climbs on to the bed slowly. The frame creaks under the extra weight as he tries to lay himself down, and he curses himself under his breath. You've been meaning to buy a new bed for a while now, but he would argue that your old, rickety frame has its benefits and its downfalls. For one, he loves the way the headboard smashes against the wall, the frame squeaking underneath the both of you when he fucks you into the mattress, letting all of your neighbours know exactly who you belong to. However, it's useless when it comes to preserving your peaceful, dreamy state.

He thinks he's gotten away with it, sure that he's slipped into bed next to you completely unnoticed, but then you begin to stir, letting out a quiet 'mmh' and nuzzling your nose into the pillow. Hm. Okay. Maybe you're not awake.

"Eddie?"

Scratch that.

Your voice is so quiet, so soft that he almost doesn't catch it to begin with. "Yeah, bunny. It's me." He replies gently, reaching out and running a finger down your spine slowly. He forgets that you know that familiar dip in the bed like the back of your hand, because you know him.

You let out another hum and lift your head up, yawning before turning yourself around slowly. You're groggy, still filled with sleep, and you don't open your eyes at all as you manoeuvre yourself around and flop your head back on to his pillow, now facing him. When you crack an eye open, finally getting a look at your boyfriend, you wince slightly against the light coming from the TV, but you still give him that lazy grin. "Hi."

"Hi." He smiles right back at you, pushing a few wayward strands of hair away from your face so he can get a good look at you. God, you're so pretty. He's not sure how he manages to part from you in the evenings when he pulls the mask over his face and heads out of the door. It hurts him, actually, to have to leave you. But it's more than just a personal vendetta. He's doing this for the greater good, to protect you from all that's wrong with Gotham. Which is almost everything, frankly.

Edward stretches his back before settling down, resting the back of his head on the pillow and opening his arms, an invitation which you gladly accept. You shuffle over to him, hooking your arm over his chest and throwing a leg over his body. Your head rests on his shoulder, face tucked into his neck. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close against him, one hand settling in your hair and the other on your back. A shiver runs down his spine when you press a soft kiss against the sensitive skin between his neck and shoulder. Pure bliss.

"I didn't wake you, did I?" He asks quietly, rubbing his thumb in comforting small circles on your back.

You shake your head, your nose brushing against his neck. "Nah. I was already awake." You reply.

Edward hates lies, but he can make a few exceptions, especially when you're tucked up in his arms with the most content smile on your lips. "Hm. Is that so?" He teases.

"Uh-huh. Totally awake." You're not trying very hard to convince him, but you don't need to.

He just hums in response, and the room falls quiet. All that can be heard is the quiet, serious voices coming from the TV, your soft breathing synced up with his own, and the beating of the rain against the window. The light of the TV almost makes the rain look... pretty. Makes it sparkle as the drops cascade down your window until they're quickly replaced with another. But he knows the truth. It's bleak out there, there's nothing pretty about Gotham. It's cold and dark and filled with rage and violence. You, on the other hand... He lets out an audible sigh of content. You are soft and warm and filled with light and love, and he wants to protect you from everything that goes on out there. He's sure he can.

His name being spoken on the TV catches his attention again, and by the way your eyes open slowly, squinting against the light as you try to get a look, it catches yours too. "Did you see my stream?" He asks, his fingers playing around with your hair.

You shake your head. "Mmh. No, I didn't. I'm sorry, Eddie. Think I was napping when you went live." You sound genuinely apologetic, but you don't have to be. If he knows you well enough (which he does, because there's nothing he wants more than to know every inch of you), he'll find his page open on your laptop tomorrow. You'll have been waiting for him to go live, but the idea of a short nap will have filled every crevice of your mind so quickly that you'll have had no choice but to surrender to your drooping eyelids.

"No, no. It's okay, bunny. You need your sleep." God knows you've spent too many nights forcing yourself to stay awake so you can be up for when he returns to you.

"I saw you on the news, though." You point lazily at the TV. "Kinda fell asleep to that, too." You let out a quiet laugh, and he can't help but snort.

"How was I?"

You hum and press your lips to his neck again, "Terrifying."

"Oh. R—... Really?" He asks with piqued interest, glancing down at you. To anyone else, having their partner call them 'terrifying' probably wouldn't be ideal. It'd be a dealbreaker, to some. But between the two of you, it's a compliment. Your Eddie is The Riddler, and The Riddler is your Eddie. They're one in the same, and your Eddie would never hurt you, so you have no reason to fear who he is when he wears the mask. You wouldn't be so snug in his arms if you did.

"Oh, yeah. You really have Gotham in a chokehold." You pause for a moment. "I just—" You start, but you cut yourself off before you can finish.

"You just... what?" He asks slowly.

He feels you shake your head against him, burying your nose further into his neck. "No. It— No. It's fine. It doesn't matter."

"Hey..." He pulls his hand away from your hair, using it to gently grab your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up and making you look at him. "Tell me. You know you can say anything to me." You're the only one he's ever said that to. You're the only one who can tease him, test his patience, rile him up, voice your concerns about what he's doing. Everyone else is on thin fucking ice, if that. Not you, though.

You sigh, your eyes nervously flicking between his and the headboard. "I just worry."

"Yeah? About what?" He prompts gently.

"You. I just— I can't stop thinking about you getting caught. I mean— What if someone recognises you and they come to take you away?" You take his glasses off of his face, fiddling around with the arms for a moment. "What if someone recognised these," you hold them up, "and they find you and they take you away from me? I don't—... Fuck." You screw your eyes closed, blinking back tears.

Edward sighs softly. It's not the first time you've had this conversation, and he's sure it won't be the last. He drops your chin and allows you to bury back into his neck. "Bunny, come on. Don't cry." He pulls you closer to him, squeezing you tighter.

"I'm not crying." You say with little conviction, and he hears you sniffle, so he's not convinced.

"Don't you worry about me. I have it all mapped out. And these—" He takes his glasses from you and closes the arms, "aren't a problem. A lot of people have these. Generic frames. It'd be hard for them to trace me based on my glasses." You let out a quiet 'oh', clinging on to him as he twists around slightly to place the glasses on the bedside table.

Once he settles back down, you nuzzle his neck. "M'sorry." You murmur. You have no reason to be, though. He knows this is hard on you, but you understood a long time ago that it's what he has to do. It's only natural for you to worry about the one you love and the trouble he could get himself into. "Jus' being stupid."

"No. No, you're not being stupid. It's okay. We'll be okay. As soon as this is over, you and I can finally get out of this city. How about that?" Edward hates lies, and false promises. But sometimes he has to tell a few of his own, just to get by. If his plan goes accordingly, he'll be going away for a while, leaving you on your own. But he has his tricks, and he'll be back by your side in due time, if you'll have him back. You don't know that, though. Not yet. And he'd rather keep a smile on your face than let you down so devastatingly.

You lift your head up, wiping your eyes gently and giving him a smile. It's weak, but it's there. "Yeah. I'd like that." You lean in and press your lips to his softly, then to his nose, then to both of his cheeks. He returns the gestures, kissing your lips, nose, cheeks, eyelids, forehead until you're giggling and pushing his face away from you gently. It's quiet, just for a moment, as the two of you stare at each other adoringly. "I love you." You tell him, as you do everyday, but it still makes his heart flutter.

"I love you." He places a hand on the back of your head, gently pulling you back down and tucking your face back into his neck. "Sleep, bunny." He tells you, and you let out a hum of content, shuffling around until you're comfortable and cuddled up by his side.

As he watches your eyes close, listens in on your relaxed breathing as you start to drift to sleep, he can't help but feel a pang of guilt in his chest. He doesn't regret what he's doing. He doesn't regret the murder or the torture, exposing Gotham's elite for the shit they inflicted on him and the rest of the city will never be something he'll come to feel bad about. But he'll regret leaving you all alone, even if it's only for a short while. He hopes to god you'll take him back.

Before you, he never had a home. He spent his childhood in orphanages, sleeping on grimy, hardwood floors, being bitten by starving rats while the children around him withered away slowly and painfully. He's one of the lucky ones, they'd tell him. The majority of his adulthood had been spent feeling out of place, ostracised and angry about it because no one truly understood him. But you... You showed him that there's still good in some. You saved him, picked him back up when no one else would. You understand him, love and adore him inside and out without a care in the world about what he's done, or what he's planning to do. For the first time in his life, he's found a place to call home.

They say home is where the heart is, and his lives with you.

[utageboyz]

𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅

CW (content warning) : implied abuse, sadistic yandere, degrading, mild language, stockholm syndrome (?)

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𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 / 𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

"Y/n, where must you have gone.. we both know you can't escape since I'll find you eventually"

Scaramouche, He was a delusional psycho and the 6th harbinger Of the fatui who makes everyone shake beneath him.

Though he was your proclaimed 'lover', you'd still struggle under his touch even if he had claimed you then and there. He was you superior, the one you should rely on forever, but you still disobeyed his orders.

After all those degrading comments, he would make, all the times he'd make the other fatui mock and laugh at your pathetic existence. Every single beating you took from him, you weren't perfect enough. You weren't what you were supposed to be.. it infuriates him!

He wanted you to submit to his biding. It doesn't matter if you wanted to have that normal life, to hell with that shit! He'll have to give you a little lesson, just so you'll know hour place..

You felt your breath hitch as the venomous yet hypnotizing sound of his voice echoed among the hallways, the distant footsteps coming to a halt. He was here, ready to claim you all to himself once again.

"Now where must that little brat hiding in this time, I wonder.." a sadistic smirk crossed his lips as it seemed to the male that you were playing a game of hide and seek now. Ha! How in the fuck are you this utterly pathetic?!

You know how powerful he can be, you knew he can find you easily without any hindrances.

Just give up already.

"Maybe they're under the desk.. or under the bed!" The deafening crash of hard objects colliding with the floor and paper scattering across the room only filled your poor ears.

"C'mon~ y know I'll find you in a matter of seconds, besides I don't think it's a good idea to piss of a fatui harbinger"

You couldn't deny it as what he had said was too good to be a lie. Soon, you let out a chorus of whimpers and curses from under your breath.

At a moment of time like this, you were broken, damaged and there can be no way you could be fixed at this point. The sudden realization of your action washing over you like a wave of regret.

"Ah.. now is that the sound of defeat I hear? How stupidly, dumb can you be, my love? I told you didn't I.. didn't I!"

whilst approaching the once audible noise, he swiftly slammed the the small closet door to see you bruised and cradled figure hiding itself in the corner.

t was adorable; the thoughts that ran through his mind only gave him ecstacy. After all seeing you all scared and weak was what made him want you all to himself.

Just a personal play toy made for him to break and fix, break and fix, again and again

"Scara, stay away! Stay away! Please" you desperately begged in pain as he harshly grabbed you wrist, unableing you to escape. The feeling of his nails digging into your fresh and soft skin only made you scream in pain more as tears over flowed.

"Oh now why should I? If you would have been a good little brat, then I would of at least showed you some mercy. Though I guess you don't want to cooperate with me"

Sneering close to your ear and having his porcelain hand roughly grip on your chin only made you tremble. A evil and menacing glare digging into your skull

"I'm sorry, please don't hurt me.." your face was stained with hot tears as you could feel yourself at the the brink of unconsciousness.

"Then why did you do it in the first place then, why did you decide to run away when you knew that it was against my orders"

"..."

"I said answer me!!" His voice boomed inside the isolated room you both were in, making you shake like a poor lamb ready to be slaughtered

What have you done? Maybe you should have thought about joining his division in the first place when joining the fatui. Maybe then you would have been able to still have your family and friends again, alive.

"After all the times I had to teach you these fucking lessons, all you did was make my patience run low. Now let's get this bullshit over with"

Pulling you from out of the cupboard he treaded to his office with you being dragged behind him.

*Slam*

[anime-allover]

Pretending to be them| Vyn, Luke, Marius, and Artem

Vyn

It's 9:30am and you're put on Vyn's coat. You place your own glass on your nose and pushed it up. You walked out of the shared bedroom and walked into the study room.

You walked to the music player and turned on some classical music.

You opened the drawer and grabbed 10 packs of cards. You walked to the desk and sat down. You took a deep breath.

"These cards have the strength of destroying my patience, but my goal today is to not let them. Now let's start the war." You unpacked the cards and start making a tower.

Vyn woke up and yawned. He grabbed his glasses and got up from bed. He start to get ready for the day but he noticed that his coat is gone.

"That's weird..." Vyn mumbled. The coat supposed to be in the closet but it's not. He walked out of the bed room. As he was about to pass his study he heard faint classical music playing.

He opened the door and walked in. He saw you at his desk making a multi card tower. It looked like you were super focused on them.

He saw that you are wearing his coat that he been looking for.

"I see I have found my theft." Vyn crossed his arms with a smile on his face. You jumped from his voice and all of your towers have gone down.

You hit the table and glared at Vyn.

"Dammit Vyn!! I was almost done! Just almost done and this was my 6th try and you came here and destroyed it!!"

"I'm sorry love but can I have my coat back?"

You took a deep breath and looked at him with more calm eyes. You walked up to him and put your hands on your hips, looking straight into his golden eyes.

"No I can't Mr. Richer. You're not a professor and you're not a Psychiatrist anymore. I take over it now." You turned away from him and walked back to the desk and seat down on the chair.

"And how your face looked when you said sorry was.... hmm... how to put it- it was unbelievable. You were not sorry that you messed up my concentration." You crossed your legs.

"Well that's unfortunate for you. I hope you have fun with the kids at school. I'll be in bed getting the rest of my sleep." Vyn smiled at you and walked out of the study.

"Huh...? Wait!!"

Marius

"Oh, were you waiting for me?" Marius walked into his office and surprisingly saw you sitting at his desk but he played it off like his usual self.

You softly lay the documents on the desk. You put your hand on top of the other and looked at him seriously.

"Mr. Hagen please have a seat, I have been waiting for you" You motioned your hand to the seat in front of you.

Marius walked up to the desk and leaned on it with a smirk. "Why are you acting so serious for, hmm?"

"Mr. Hagen! Sit down!" You start to feel a small blush to your cheeks but you stayed in character.

"Fine fine" Marius sat down in a chair in front of you.

"Now lets not beat around the bush. You're fired." You gave him the most serious look you can master.

"Me? Fired? Now please give me a reason on why I am fired Ms. L/n" Marius smiled and played along with you.

"1. You have been slacking off. 2. You have not been following my instructions. And 3. You have broken the unspoken rule, you are dating your boss." You have your finger up and explain the reason why he was fired.

Marius got up and walk around the desk.

"What are you doing?" You looked up to him. Marius grabbed you arm and pulls you up out the chair. He then kissed you passionately. You blush and looked away from him.

"You're were not supposed to do that..."

Luke

You have Luke's jacket on and you were at the store that is downstairs from where he was living.

You put a magnifying glass to your eye to a gadget that was already made from Luke. It was the gadget that he made for you.

It's a bracelet with little things inside to keep you safe and help you when you're in a tight situation.

"I wonder how he made this and that lipstick tranquilizer he made for his friend. But I don't want to break it. Oh well I'll ask him to fix it once I'm done." You opened a drawer that's to your left and took out a small screwdriver and you start un building.

Luke woke up and he saw you wasn't beside him. He sat up and stretched, letting his bones pop. He got up from bed and walked downstairs to the store.

When he made it to the bottom step he saw you focusing on something. He walked to you and put a hand on the desk.

"Y/n what are you doing?" He questioned.

"I'm figuring something out...." You mumbled out. Luke looked closely to what you were doing and saw you were destroying your present he gave you.

He quickly grabbed you hand. "What are you doing!?"

"I said I was figuring something out," You looked at him then got a confused look on your face. "And why are you still in your pajamas?"

"All that hard work is now gone..." Luke start to sulk.

"Can you fix it? I need it for my detective work. I am Sherlock Holmes." You gave him the puppy eyes.

"What detective work and you're not Sherlock, I am."

"Pleaseee"

He looked at you then sighed. "Fine"

Artem

Artem walked in his office only to be met by your voice.

"Artem Wing! I have been waiting for you, I need help with this case." You hold up a case document.

Artem closed the door and walked up to you. "Y/n what are you doing here and what are you doing with case files?" He grabbed the document from your hand.

"I'm a lawyer so it's my job Mr. Wing"

"When did you became a lawyer, and why are you addressing me like this?" He got small sadness in his eyes.

"Because I work here. I have been doing this for years sir!" You sat in his chair and pick up a tablet from the desk.

"Now there's a missing pers- hey!" Artem grabbed the table away from you. He have worry in his eyes.

"Are you ok? Are you sick? Do you need to see Dr. Richer?" Artem keep throwing more questions to you.

"N-no it's just-"

"Good mor- oh am I interrupting something here? Sorry for not knocking!" MC then quickly leaves.

"No wait! Come back..." You let out a sigh.

"Y/n are you ok?"

"I'm fine Artem don't worry I was just playing" You smiled.

"Ok you got me scared for a moment" He let out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry" You placed you hand on his cheek.

[irelandseyeonmythology]

Did your eye fall on any interesting mythology lately?

Not all that much, sadly! I've been so busy in the Gaeltacht (and I can write this as Bearla because the program's officially over now, even though I'm still going to try to keep up with at least some content as Gaeilge) that I've not really been focusing so much on the academic side of things. I've come across some great folklore, some great variations on folkloric stories, which I'll be excited to share when things are a little more spaced out (anonymity reasons, you understand, not that I really have anonymity on here, but I can try to preserve some amount of it), but not really all that much mythology.

That being said, some of the adventures I got into on the trip, as a condolence present:

Fell in a bog...three times

*Lost the sole of my shoe* in one of said bogs.

Briefly lost my heart, but sin scéal eile. (Also realized that my attraction to men rests entirely on how good they are with the Irish language, but again. Sin scéal eile.)

Went to two seisiúin in a small pub where there was almost no room to stand, a single candle on each table, and two St. Brigit's crosses, one on each end. There were times it felt like the candles flickered and danced along with the music, especially when it was a solo singer singing acapella, when it barely felt like there was anyone breathing at times.

Used a pen to draw a moustache on myself to win a scavenger hunt. (And yes....I was thinking of Cú Chulainn when I did it.)

Nearly fell off a ~6th century stone fort on a particularly windy day.

Heard ABBA being played in Northern Ireland by a live band while it was absolutely pouring rain.

Fell in some mud on Inis Mór while on my way to see a monster's lair.

Visited a castle that was hidden high up in a mountain.

Paid a house call to Balor. Told him his cousin was cooler.

Got chased down a country road by a Breton wielding a water gun.

Witnessed the birth of the modern Fianna in a group of frat boys who enjoyed singing "Sweet Caroline" and "Where Did You Go?" on the way to the pub. (Calling themselves "The Busty Buachilís.")

Went on a beach made entirely out of coral

Nearly got my arm bitten off by a donkey....multiple times.

Went to a trad seisiún in a car driven by a former officer in the British army, who sped like his life was on the line, with my knuckles white the entire time as we sang Irish folk songs together, with a gigantic, yellow supermoon in the sky that reflected on the waters like liquid gold.

Got cursed by Fionn mac Cumhaill.

And my Irish also improved!

[futurewriter2000]

Back Home

A/N: The fact that I spent 15 minutes looking for a gif and still didn't find the one that would be perfect, I gave up and just put a photo on. I love this fic however, one of my favorites and I hope you will too.

REQUEST:hiiiii! i hope you’re having a wonderful day, filled with sunshine & rainbows !! 💫✨ may i please request sirius x daughter! reader imagine where the reader is staying with sirius for the first time since he went to azkaban and when she goes to bed he tries to tuck her in but struggles because the last time he��d have done it, he probably would’ve read her a story but she’s presumably grown out of that by now and so he’s not really sure what to do ? 🥺🍄

XX

All those easy days finally led to now- today. He had prepared thousands of different speeches, conversations, scenes inside his head but when it came to those last moments of seeing you for the first time since he had been taken away from you, nothing could make his heart beat faster than the simple thought of that. His hands were clamming up, his fingers were snapping due to all the anxiety, his knuckles cracking, his golden family ring twisting on his middle finger...

Nothing could have prepared him for today. Not thousands of different speeches or comforting words of his best friend, who had been taking care of you for the last few years. Maybe that was a bit comforting; for Remus to keep his promise to him, even though he thought he was a murderer, he still took you in. Remus with his good wolf-like heart, despite all the things he believed.

He told Sirius you wouldn't care how he was dressed but Sirius had changed about seven times already. Tie or no tie? Bow or no bow? A jacket or a blazer? Jeans or pants? Hair combed or natural? Shaved or not shaved?

It all led him to here; him pacing up and down the living room, twisting his family ring on his finger as another mistake has caught his eye. "This probably should be put away?" he continued to look at the black family vase. "KREACHER!" he shouted and the small elf appeared from thin air.

"Yes, Master-"

"Put this vase away. Hide it, throw it- I don't care. Just get it out of my sight." he spoke nervously and the elf obeyed, cursing under his breath.

He heard the door open and a loud laughter echo through the hall. Your laughter- it wasn't as small and high as he remembered it to be but it was still yours- that he definitely knew.

"Oh this place hasn't changed at all, Moony." you said as you had looked around the hall, a nostalgic rush of memories running through your head. "Grandpa told me he always hated this portrait of him. Said his nose was too large."

Sirius chuckled. That was true. He always did hate the portrait of him in the hall but never said anything because of his wife.

"Never said anything because of my wretched grandmother." you repeated his thoughts.

"Your grandmother was more than just wretched, Paddy." Remus smiled and grabbed your luggage. "I'll take these upstairs. I think you remember where your room was."

"Up, left, three doors down." you finger gunned him and made your way through the hall.

When you entered the living room, you were alone. Nothing but the same old black leather sofa, the magnificent fireplace you used to warm up with your grandfather when you visited- though where is grandpa. You swore his jar was right on the fireplace. A dark ugly vase.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked around if somebody has placed it somewhere else. When you did, your eyes met his.

Your breath got caught in your throat and you felt yourself standing completely still. Something cut you in half, maybe the way he had watched you but when you came out of your shock, you realised it was still the same warm, fuzzy, homely feeling that washed over you.

"Wow." he smiled, looking at you from head to toe. Your hair was long and he was quite surprised because when you were a child, you always hated long hair. Too much brushing- you used to say. Your eyes were welcoming, bright and similar. He used to tell you that they reminded him a bit of his younger brother, Regulus. He used to have that same welcoming and bright look in his eyes when he was a little boy. It wasn't much in the shape or the colour but in they way they saw the world, which scared him and inspired him at the same way.

You were not a little girl anymore. You had grown. You had gotten curves and a womanly-like shape. Of course, jeans and a leather jacket. Reminds him of himself when he was your age. Your face was full of youth and you looked taken care for.

"You're definitely not a little girl anymore." he said as he tried to catch his breath.

"Yeah." you smiled, sitting down and looking a bit around. "Twenty. Even I'm starting hard to believe it." you smiled and patted the seat next to you.

"Twenty." he sighed under his breath. He felt his heart sink and his shoulders slump. He had missed everything. From your childhood, to your first day at Hogwarts, your first date, graduation,...

"You haven't changed much." you said and he looked at you, laughing a bit.

"You think so?"

"Yeah." you shook your head. "Your hair is still long, your eyes a bit tired."

He kept quiet. Yes, he was tired. He was exhausted from hiding all the time, from living in that prison, filled with revenge for that rat. "He calls you Paddy still." Sirius smiled, referring to the nickname Remus had given you. "He used to do that from the moment you were born. Little Padfoot, he called you."

"Oh, he had told me all about the day I was born. You fainting in the middle."

"I just had to lay down for a while, okay. He's over-exaggerating." he started to defend himself.

"Bet." you laughed and he joined you.

"He told me you're training to become an Auror."

"Yeah. Guess, I take after my old man." you smiled brightly at him, melting his heart into a puddle of love and pride. When you saw him melt in front of your eyes, you put your hand on his knee and gave him a comforting look. "I always believed you were innocent. I just could never prove it."

"Oh, darling." he couldn't help himself, pulling you into a hug and letting tears fall down his cheeks at the words you had said. "I don't think you know how much I needed to hear that."

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The whole experience of being here felt nostalgic. You knew you had been here before, stepped on those same stairs, dug your toes in that same rug, put your watch on that same night stand,... even the sheets felt as light and silky as it did when you were only a child. You didn't mind spending your time here. Your grandmother was strict, more than you heard but your grandfather was soft, nothing like you had heard from Remus or your dad or Regulus... not that you remember your uncle much. You had some faint memories of him but he simply disappeared one day and neither of your grandparents wanted to mention his name ever again. A forbidden name but it was his room, you occupied and whenever you laid here, more connected you felt to him and your roots when your father was away.

You spent weekends here or week days here. Remus was always in search of jobs and some months he couldn't provide for the both of you so you had spent some years here. Your grandfather melted at your sight, he simply adored you and he reminded you so much of your own father. Your grandmother always told you that you had made him go soft but grandchildren tend to do that. You knew she was softer to you as well, more than she was with your father and your uncle. Your grandfather said that she wanted to do right by you, not drive you away like she did with her sons. He knew because he did just the same.

There was a knock on the door that took you far away from the old memories. "Come in." you said gently and a curly-head lad popped his head in.

He gave you the usual smile- just the one that had been filled till your 6th year of life.

"I came in here to wish you good night." he said as he entered the room, keeping something behind his back. "Oh wow." he looked around the room, feeling a little chill run down his spine as the memories of his brother ran through his mind. "It's just as I remember it. You didn't change it much."

"No. I didn't feel the need."

"I wonder where is he." Sirius said in a low whisper, barely audible to you. You decided to let go of this topic.

"I wanted to ask you something."

He turned back to you and sat down at the edge of your bed. "Shoot."

"What happened to grandpa?" you asked, causing Sirius' eyes to furrow. "His ashes? Did you spread them anywhere?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The urn. It used to sit up on the fireplace. It was a large black one. I know this place he used to take me just before he passed away. Only me and him knew about it. He never told grandmother about this place and he made me promise that it will be out little secret. It's a cave somewhere in Ireland. Cliffs of Moher, I believe."

"Wait..." he stopped you a bit. "That big ugly black vase was filled with his ashes?"

"Yes?" you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh..." he felt his cheeks flush and you could see his eyes bulk out.

"Have you done something to the urn?"

"No, no. Of course not. I just put it in a much safer place." he lied and you could see right through it. He definitely did something to the urn but you let it pass, since the object in his hand pulled more of your attention.

"Alright. What's that in your hand?" you pointed and he quickly looked down.

"Oh, this." he pulled it out and it was a big thick book- a book you had a clear memory of. "It's silly, you probably don't remember it anymore."

You let out a laugh. "You're joking, right?" you sat up gently took the book away from him. "The Tales of Beedle the Bard!" you let out another excited laugh. "How could I not remember this? You used to read it to me every night. I could not fall asleep without it."

Sirius felt his poor heart explode in his chest. God, you still had that little girl inside of you. The one he tucked in every night but always resister with your tiny little legs because it was always too hot.

"I thought you'd have outgrown it.." he said quietly.

"If my friends ask me, yes but between you and me-" you leaned forward and whispered. "This is a little secret."

He let out another laugh. "Would you like me to read it to you again?"

You smiled widely. "I'd love for you to read it but dad-" you said and is eyes snapped to you, wide in surprise as it was the first time you had called him that in so many year. "- wouldn't you rather... get the Urn back first before Kreacher throws it away?"

"Probably a good idea but I'll be back." he stood up and ran out of the room, causing you to laugh at the sight but when he did come back with his father in his arms, he already saw you asleep in your bed.

He gently put his father on the desk and made his way to you. The book was open in the middle, one of yours and his favorite tales. He scooped the book up and placed it beside the vase. Then he remembered just how much his father hated these fairytale based books, so he pushed it far away from him.

"Even when your dust, I can't trust you." he said, narrowing his eyes at the vase before going back to you and observing you for a moment.

If he really thought about it, he didn't really lose you. Maybe time did take a way some of the precious memories he wanted to share with you but you turned out beautiful. You turned out to be this amazing, forgiving and understanding angel that still loved to read fairytales and take care of people when they were already ash.

He grabbed the edge of the covers and pulled it up to your chin, tucking you neatly just as he would when you were a child. Then he could hear something happening at the foot of the bed and see your bare feet poking out. He let out a small laugh.

"Some habits stay the same." he said, pushing away the strands on your forehead and giving you a gentle kiss. He then quietly took the book and his father, smiling that he gets to spend the rest of his life, creating new memories with you.