#and from tomorrow i need to go back to my piled up homeworks

[samandcolbyownme]

This one shot will include a teacher!Reader x student relationship. Just move along if it’s not for you.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, reader is a few years older than Chris, heavy flirting, tension, angsty, kissing, hair pulling, slightly rough actions, biting, scratching, oral (both), unprotected sex, general filth

Word Count: 2.9k | unedited

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It was hard being a young professor at the university.

Always having to deter guys away from flirting with you. Having to ignore comments that are made towards you. The other, older professors trying to make passes while meeting with you one on one so you can answer their ‘questions’.

You just got used to it, constantly going through the motions as each day passed. Eventually, it became like muscle memory.

Until one day, one student changes everything for you.

You had no control over the feelings that had creeped in. No control over the smile that you fought so hard to keep off of your face each time you made eye contact with him, and it grew harder and harder by the days.

It also doesn’t help that he makes sure to get there early to grab the seat right up front in the middle.

Every. Single. Day.

“I expect to see the homework I’m assigning, done and on my desk tomorrow morning.” You look around, “It’s easy work, seriously.”

The class chuckles and you glance at Chris who’s looking down on his phone, “Something important Mr. Sturniolo?” You walk around the front of your desk and lean against it.

“No, not really.” He smirks and you nod slowly, “Mm, alright then.” You rest your hands on the desk beside you, “I guess that is it for today. I will, hopefully, see you all tomorrow.”

You turn around, dragging the strewn papers across your desk into a pile.

It didn’t take long for the room to empty out, or so you thought it was empty.

“Ms. Y/l/n.”

You turn around, laughing slightly, “Chris, this is college. You don’t have to-“

“I like it.” He shrugs, his peaking out to run along his bottom lip, “I was just wondering if I could get some extra help?”

You smirk, “Chris, your grade are.. perfect. What help do you need?”

His eyes glide down your body as he thinks of something quick, “I, um. The essay.” You raise your brows and tilt your head, “I’m going to let you in on a little secret, okay.”

You motion with your finger for him to come closer, and he walks towards you, “Yes, Ms. Y/l/n?”

You lean in, “There’s this magical place called a library. Full of books and knowledge. All you have to do is pick one under the genre of your choosing, and write something based on that book.”

He smiles and good god, you feel your knees wiggle.

“Right, right.” He steps back, “Just thought I’d give it a try.” He walks back to his seat and grabs his bag, “See you tomorrow.”

As he walks up the steps, you sigh, “Chris, wait.”

He stops, turning around on his heel, “Yes?”

“If you pick a book today, I’ll go over it with you tomorrow after class.” You watch as he nods, fighting back a smirk, “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” You nod and watch as he leaves, letting out a sigh before turning to gather the rest of your things.

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The rest of the night you kept thinking about the interaction between you and your student, knowing damn well what he was doing.

And you were letting it happen.

The next day in class, Chris decided to wear his glasses, which only made it harder for you to give your attention to the other students, focus on what you’re trying to teach even though it was projected onto the big screen behind you.

“Before, I click to the next slide, who can tell me how the black plague was spread, bonus if you can tell me how many people were affected.”

You look around, “anyone?”

You see Chris raise his hand and you motion, “I’m going to say, rats.”

You nod, “You would be correct. Rats played a massive part in killing..” you shrug, “How many people?”

“A lot.” Chris answers, earning laughs from the class.

“I mean, you’re not wrong, but I’m looking for a number.” You laugh slightly, “Or a rough estimate I should say.”

Another person raises the hand and you point, “Yes, Jay.”

“Over a few million.”

You nod, “Close.” You turn around clicking to the next slide, “Over seventy five million people were affected and died by the plague.”

The day goes on and soon enough, it’s just you and Chris.

“Did you find a book?” You ask as you sit down at your desk. He sits down on the other side of your desk and shuffles through his bag, “I did, I just have to- ah ha.”

He pulls out the book and lays it on the desk, “Here it is.” He slides it over and you reach out, your hand brushing along his.

You glance up, his eyes already on you and you smile, “Good book.”

“You’ve read it before?” He tilts his head, reaching up to push up his glasses and you nod, “I sure have.”

There was tension. Obvious, tension.

You knew it was wrong.

You knew you shouldn’t be doing this, feeling like this.

But trouble has never looked so fine.

“Chris.” You laugh slightly, “What are you doing here? I don’t think you need any help.” He leans back, arms rested on the chair, “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is..” you take a deep breath, “I don’t think you’ve cracked this book open enough to need help.”

He smirks, “Yeah, I haven’t even opened it.”

You laugh, “So.. what you can do..” you lean forward, pulling off a sticky note, “crack open the book, and if you need any help..”

You press the note with your number on it down onto the book, “Text me.”

He bites his lip and nods, “Thank you.”

You nod, “Anytime.”

He shoves the book back into his back and leaves, leaving you to sit and wonder along in the silence.

Later that night, as you’re settled down onto your couch, reading one of your favorite books, your phone goes off.

You smirk before you reach forward, your face dropping in disappointment when you see it’s another coworker trying to get you to say yes to a date.

You ignore it, swiping it away from your screen.

As you go to set your phone back down, an unsaved number pops up.

Hello Ms. Y/l/n. It’s Chris.

You bite your lip, pulling your phone towards you and resting your hands on your book as you type.

What can I help you with, Chris?

You save his contact and by the time you’re done, he’s already responded.

I cracked open this book, just like you said to do.

You bite your lip, taking a deep breath.

Can you wait until after class on Monday?

You chew your thumb nail anxiously, “No, no.” You shake your head, typing up another text, but you stop when Chris’s text comes through.

I really don’t think I can wait any longer, Ms. Y/l/n.

I could really use the help tonight if you’re available.

Your breath is shaky, you knew what you wanted to say, but also knew that if you did that, you’re not only putting yourself at risk, but Chris, too.

Before you could even think, you texted him your address.

Make sure one know sees you come up.

You stand up, pacing back and forth, “shit, shit. This is actually happening.” You quickly move to start picking up your apartment. It was already clean, but you couldn’t help but feel the need to keep your mind occupied until you got that text.

Soon enough, your phone goes off.

I’m here, on my way up.

You walk over to the door, looking out of the peep hole until you see him. You open your door and he walks right in.

You could tell he wasn’t here to go over his book, or have any of his school questions answered. He didn’t even have his backpack.

“Thanks for inviting me over.” He smiles and looks around, “Nice place.”

“Thank you, Chris.” You smile and flip the lock on your door, “So what can I do for you?”

He takes a deep breath, smirking as he motions to you, “It’s weird seeing you in sweatpants and a tee shirt. You’re usually dressed up.”

You laugh slightly, glancing down, “I change into them as soon as I get home from teaching.”

“I like it when you dress up. You always look so pretty.” Chris steps towards you, “But there’s just something about the coffee stain on your sweats that make this even better.”

“Oh gosh, I didn’t even-“

Your words are cut short by Chris quickly closing the space between the two of you with his lips on yours.

You kiss him back until you push your hands on his chest, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Chris licks his lips, giving you a shrug, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

He closes the space again and slides his hands down to your hips, “I promise.”

You slide your hands to his neck, tilting your head to the side as his lips move down yours, “Fuck.” You breathe out, “You are such a bad idea.”

He leans back, shaking his head slightly, “You don’t like bad ideas?”

You let out a sigh, “I like bad ideas. Just, only when they look like you.” You re-close the space, pushing him to walk back towards the couch.

He sits down, pulling you into his lap. His hands slide back to your ass as you kiss down his neck.

“Fuck.” Chris groans out as you grind down onto him, his grip on your ass tightening, “Roll over.” You oblige, rolling over to lay on the couch on your back.

Chris slips out from under your legs and takes off his sweatshirt, tossing it to the floor before his white tank disappears from his body, too.

He drops down to his knees, leaning over the couch as he slips his fingers into the bands of your panties and sweatpants, “when I zone out in class…” Chris pulls them down, kissing the newly exposed skin, “I think about you, sitting on your desk, with your legs over my shoulders.”

You gasp, reaching down to slide your hand into his hair, your fingers tangle his hair around them, “Fuck.”

He pulls the clothing over your feet and drops them, pushing your one leg towards the back of the couch, “You just look so fucking sexy in those skirts you wear, Ms. Y/l/n.”

“You can use my first name, Chris.” You glance down at him and he reaches up to take off his glasses, “I’ll call you, whatever you want, ma.”

He leans in, ripping moans from your lips as his tongue glides up your core to your clit. His tongue flicks against it a few times before wrapping his lips around it to suck.

“Fuck, fuck. Yes.” You arch your back, the heel of your foot digging into his upper back, “Feels so.. good!”

He groans against you, his tongue dragging back down to slip into your aching hole. You groan, tugging on his hair as he earns louder moans from you.

His hands grip your hips, moaning against you as he slides one over to press his fingers onto your clit and rubs slowly.

“Fuck, fuck, yes yes yes.” You pant, gasping out as clench around his tongue. You pull him up, leaning forward to kiss him as he positions himself between your knees.

You moan at the taste of yourself on his lips, your hands sliding down and dragging your nails back up his back.

He groans into your mouth and reaches down to push his sweats down. You spread your legs more and he looks down to line his cock up with you.

You watch as the tip of his cock slips in and your eyes roll back, your head falling back as he slides in the rest of the way.

His hand cups your cheek while his other holds his weight up, “Fuck, ma.” He kisses up and down your neck, “you feel so good around me.”

You moan at his words, moaning loudly as he starts to thrust. Your nails dig into his shoulders and you tug his hair at the nape of his neck with the other.

He groans, “Fuck, fuck.”

You tighten your legs around his waist, arching your back, “Fuck, I’m g-“ you moan, “I’m so close.”

He brushes hair from your face, his head handing down to rest against yours. Your moans mix together and you gasp, clenching his cock like your life depends on it, “Yesyesyes.”

You create more red lines on his back, “Chris, Chris.” You pant out, “Fuck, yes.”

You come undone around him, whimpering out as he guides you through your high, “You look so pretty when you’re a mess under me.”

His lips connect with yours and his thrusts pick up, moaning into your mouth as he slides his hand up to your neck, squeezing slightly as he leans his head back, “I want you to ride me.”

You nod, sitting up as he move to sit down. You take off your shirt, revealing your bare chest to him, and you straddle him.

He bites his lip as he rests his head back, his hands tight in your waist as you sink back down onto his cock with a moan.

“Fuck, ma.” He slides his hands up to squeeze and knead your boobs, “You’re so hot.”

He leans in and you lean in, your lips connected in a heated make out. Your hands slide to his cheeks, cupping them as you bounce up and down.

His hands slide back down your sides and he lays his head back again. You kiss down his neck, biting and sucking a small mark into his skin, “You’re so hot.”

He groans at your words, bucking his hips up with a grunt, “Shit, ma. Gonna make me cum.”

“That’s the goal, right?” You smirk, head tilting back as you sink all the way down, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You drag your nails down his chest, whining out as you start bouncing again.

He thrusts his hips up again, moaning as his arm slides around your waist, “Just like that, baby. Just..” he groans, bucking his hips upward, “Like that..”

He leans in, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You moan as his tongue flicks against it, your hands tangling in his hair, “Fuck, Chris.”

You tilt his head up, crashing your lips onto his.

“I’m close, baby.” He warns, “Where do you want me?”

“Let me off and I’ll show you.”

His grip releases from your body and you bounce a few more times before quickly moving to your knees on the floor.

You waste no time in leaning forward and sucking on the tip of his cock. Your hand pumping what isn’t in your mouth.

You take more of him in, bobbing your head as your hand twists with ease from the slick on his cock.

He pants, whimpering out as he places a hand on the back of your head, “Fuck, fuck.” He throws his head back, bucking his hips as you feel him twitch within your grasp.

You swallow his cum, groaning lowly as you lick around to clean his cock.

You lean back, breathing heavy as you slide your hands down his thigh. He tilts his head up, his chest rapidly rising and falling, “I’ve always wanted to fuck a teacher.”

You laugh as you reach over to grab your shirt, “Have you?”

You toss him his shirt and he gives you a funny look.

“What?” You ask as you slip your shirt on over your head. Chris shakes his head, “Nothing, I just..” he chuckles slightly, “Didn’t think this was going to be a one and done thing, you know?”

You stand up, moving to slip on your sweats, “I don’t remember telling you that.”

He looks up at you with a smirk, “You didn’t.”

“Hmm. Guess that’s a good thing then right?” You sit down next to him and he lifts his hips to pull his sweats up, “I would say so.”

You turn towards him and sigh, “No one can know about this, Chris. You know that right?” He nods, “Why would I want something like this ruined?”

He reaches over, tucking hair behind your ear, “I plan on keeping you all to myself, Ms. Y/l/n.”

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Thank you so much for reading. I love you all so much! See you in the next one! 🖤

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[beastofbrden]

four times james took care of you + one time he told you why | J.P

bf!james potter x clumsy!fem!reader

content: we gotta give the people the fluff the people need word count: 5000

content warning: mentions of unintentional self harm (nothing major), reader flushes, reader sits on james' lap, tickling, me projecting big time notes: we love james "acts of service" potter 😵‍💫

1.

Your eyes fluttered open at the crisp sound of the common room’s fire. Taking a few moments to get fully conscious, you noticed the scene around you: you were cocooned into James’ lap, your head resting against his neck. He was snoring softly while holding you tightly in an old armchair. You two had about five different pieces of homework due tomorrow, but after a long day, you had agreed to “rest a little” after dinner. By the looks of it, you two had rested much more than a little. Delicately moving James’ head, you looked around. Besides you and James, there were only a few students and Remus, who was entertained with a book near the tables. 

- Remus? - Your voice came out hoarsely - What time is it? 

- Good morning, sunshine - He giggled - It’s a little after nine, I think.

- Nine? Oh, shit… - You turned to wake James up, your heart suddenly racing with the amount of work you had to do in such little time. But when you looked at James, he was sleeping so peacefully into you, his thick lashes resting softly against his flushed cheeks, that adorable pout he made when he was deeply asleep. If you didn't have so much to do, you would never have the heart to wake him up.

- Baby? - You kissed his cheek delicately - Baby, wake up. We have work to do.

You brushed his hair out his face when he fussed.

- C’mon, Jamie, it’s already past nine…

- No - James pushed you into him and snuggled you further - Let’s stay here. 

- Jamie…

- Knock it off - Being the big baby he always was, he held you tightly so you couldn't move, the same way he did when you woke him up in the mornings.

Fighting against his strong arms, you were able to free yourself, even if he kept trying to hold on into whatever he could, in this case, your hand. Using all your strength, you started pushing him into Remus’ table.

- Stop being a baby and let’s just do it, alright?

He groaned loudly, but allowed you to drag him. You sat him down on a chair and he rubbed his eyes sleepily.

- We have a lot of things to do, and if we want to sleep tonight, we’ll have to hurry up, okay? 

- Aye aye, captain - James yawned.

- So, we have… - you checked a piece of parchment in which you had written down a to-do list before dinner - Five different subjects to do homework for.

- How have we built up that much homework? - James inquired, astonished. 

- Because you distract me

- I distract you? - James snickered -  More like the other way around!

- Oh, yeah? - You crossed your arms and raised a playful eyebrow at him -  How’s that so? 

- You know how… - James pulled you in for a kiss.

- My god, get a room - Remus grimaced from his seat.

- Alright, let me see - you bend down to your backpack, placed near the edge of the table. - Charms… - you started listing while placing your heavy books on the table and bending back down  - DADA… Herbology… Potions… Divination…

Remus snorted from his seat.

- What? - You asked, confused.

- Nothing… - Remus hid his amused smile behind his book.

- What was that about? - You asked James.

- Dunno. - He shrugged and stretched -  There’s no way I’m going to stay awake for all that unless I go wash my face or something. I’ll just go to the bathroom then we’ll get started, alright? Be right back.

- Don't you dare try to escape this, James Potter! - You warned him as he walked away.

- Never, baby - He teased, throwing you a kiss.

He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you and Remus all alone. You started sorting out the books into piles in James’ absence, quickly realizing you had forgotten to get some parchment for the Charms essay. Reaching to your backpack, you ended up hitting your head on the sharp edge of the mahogany table.

- Ouch! - you exclaimed, quietly.

Once again, you heard Remus’ giggle on the other side of the table.

- What are you laughing about, uh? - You asked while applying pressure to the bang in a useless try to minimize the pain.

- Nothing. - Remus smiled and you gestured for him to keep on talking. He sighed and put his book down - It’s just… It’s just that you and James are too cute, that’s all.

- And that makes you laugh? 

- Yes, because I find it adorable.

- Can you elaborate, maybe? 

- Ah, you know… - Remus gestured dismissively, but quickly noticed your confused expression and smiled - You really don’t know, do you?

- Know what?

- When you were getting your books - Remus put his book down to explain - James kept his hand on the edge of the table so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. He always does that, almost subconsciously at this point. When he left, you bumped against it because you are unconsciously used to having his hand there to protect you. And I don’t know… that’s just really cute. 

Remus returned his attention to the book and left you alone with your thoughts. Did James really do that all the time? Just to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt, like you just did? You genuinely never noticed. You were flooded with a nice, warm feeling inside your chest, one that only James could bring you. Remus was right: it was cute. But… What if James does that because he finds you clumsy, graceless even? You wouldn’t want him to think you are that uncoordinated, so much so that he had to help you with it. You were clumsy, to be honest. Accidentally tripping, bumping against furniture, dropping your books, forgetting things… It was a daily occurrence for you, but you were used to it. You didn’t want James to think he had to worry about it.

Did he really do that?

- Oi - James’ return ripped you off your thoughts - Ready? We could start with DADA, maybe?

You had to see it yourself.

- Yes, perfect. Lemme just… get a quill.

James nodded and started opening his book. When you bent, you noticed James’ hand slipping towards the edge absentmindedly, almost like a second nature. When you straightened up, Remus’ smirk was visible.

2.

The fifth year’s Astronomy class was assembled in the tower for an exam, which consisted of staying up very late to watch the night sky and fill your charts with specific planets’ positions. You all had been extremely unlucky of having said test scheduled on an extremely cold night, so cold that not even the owls were flying out of the owlery.

- It should be a crime to get us out here on this temperature - Sirius complained while shivering violently. - Hey, if we die or something at least we’ll die knowing Venus’ position at 2 AM, am I right?

Everyone had come covered in multiple layers of clothing, including their heaviest cloaks, scarfs, gloves and hats, and even then, everyone was chilled to the bone. You weren’t so bothered by the cold, since you had James, the human stove, to keep you warm. The only part of your body that was positively freezing was your hands. Because of your usual distraction, you had forgotten to get gloves before leaving your dorm. If you told James, he’d probably give up his own gloves for you, but ever since Remus pointed out James’ habit of saving you from your own clumsiness, you were really trying to show James you were independent, or at the very least, hide your distracted nature and show him you can take care of yourself. Except that was never your speciality. One way or another, you had your mind set, so you’d have to settle with icy hands tonight.

- No one will be dying tonight, mr. Black - your teacher, Miss Vickers, replied to Sirius with a sardonic tone. 

James muffled a laugh.

- See, Pads? No one is dying. If it gets too bad, you can always get some dog fur, if you know what I mean.

- Right. Too bad some antlers won’t help at all.

James snuggled his chin between your neck and shoulder.

- Are you cold, lovie? 

- No, I’m fine, Jamie  - you whispered back, rubbing your cheek against his.

Forgetting about your new facade, you raised your hands to caress James’ curls. By doing so, he felt the extreme coldness of your hands.

- Y/N! Your hands are freezing! - James exclaimed worringly - Where are your gloves?

- In my pocket - you lied.

- And why are they in your pockets, and not your hands? - He mocked, lowering his head to stare at your side profile.

- Because I’m not cold - you lied, again, embarrassed.

- Right, cause ice lolly hands are super comfy - James snickered - C’mere.

With a swift but gentle movement, James made you face him. He pulled you into his arms, and used his glove clad hands to put yours inside his cloak’s pockets. You almost moaned in satisfaction when James took off his gloves and started rubbing your fingers with his warm palms

- You are really silly, you know that? - Your head, snuggled against his heartbeat, bobbed when his chest rumbled with a giggle. He rocked you both back and forth slightly while you enjoyed James’ warmth, his familiar scent, the comfortable sound of his heartbeat. 

- You should’ve told me you had forgotten your gloves. - He smiled down at you.

- You could just have given me yours, that would’ve worked…

- I like this better - James hummed, placing his chin on the top of your head.

3.

- It’s very simple, I swear. We just have to place the sweets on their table before dinner, and they’ll 100% eat it

Sirius was explaining to you and the Marauders the new prank he planned to pull on the Slytherins. This time around, he had made bonbons filled with a cream he had come up with. The cream was made out of Mandrake roots, something Sirius had discovered made anyone who ate it talk in a high-pitched voice for two days. 

- Don’t you think they’ll find it weird that no other table has them? - Remus pointed out.

- Look at those guys! - Sirius pointed to the Slytherin table - Do you think they notice what everyone else is doing? And even if they notice, they are so self-absorbed they will think it’s a prize for being better than everyone else or something… 

- Actually, that could work. - James chimed in while mindlessly rubbing circles around your leg - We can fake a note from Slughorn, and they’ll punch themselves to get the box.

You looked at your wrist watch while they discussed. Between the boys’ talk and James' caresses, you had lost track of time, and now you had five minutes to go all the way to the other side of the castle if you didn’t want to be late for Transfiguration. 

- Oh my God! James, we have to go! - You couldn’t be late to McGonagall’s class again: the last time you did, she scolded both you and James for, in her own words, “lovebirding around forgetting about your education”.- Bye guys, see you later. You bid the Marauders goodbye. On light speed, you gathered your books and started leaving, presuming that James would follow. You were midway to the Great Hall’s door when he called you out:.

- Wait! 

- Jamie, we’re late!

- I know, but there’s something I have to do.

When he finally reached you, he kneeled down.

- Baby, what are you doing? She will kill us both if we’re late again…

Your words trailed off when James put your feet on his lap and started lacing your shoes. Only then you noticed that you had been walking around with your shoelaces untied for God knows how long. You felt your cheeks getting warm. 

- Done. - James smiled up at you when he finished securing the knots. He got up and kissed your lips softly, one hand caressing your cheek, as always.

- I know how to tie my shoes, y’know. - you grumbled.

- Yeah. I just… wanted to do it for you.

- Thank you, Jamie.

- Of course. Can’t have my girl stumbling around, can I? Let’s go before Minnie kills us.

4.

- Are we going to Madam Puddifoot’s first?

You looked around Hogsmeade. You only had the chance to come here every once in a while, so everytime you and James’ class had a Hogsmeade weekend, you tried to make the most out of it. 

- I was thinking we save Madam Puddifoot’s for last. 

- Sounds perfect. So where do we go first?

- Could be… Honeydukes?

- Ugh, baby… - James groaned

- What?

- I’m a little tired of Honeydukes, to be honest.

- Why, not everyone gets to rob its basement every month, like you and the boys do! 

- I never rob it! I always put money in the register! - James threw his hands in the air defensively -  I even leave tips! 

- Aren’t you my little goody two-shoes. - You pinched his pink cheeks playfully.

- Plus, I always bring you sweets!

- Yeah, yeah, alright… But I like going there! It’s pretty, and it always smells amazing there. - You smiled sheepishly and batted your lashes at James’ - Can we please, please go?

James stared at your theatrical request with an amused smirk.

- Alright… let’s go.

James held your hand and started following the flow of students heading towards the shop through the snowy streets.

- Thank you so much!  - You kissed his cheek soundly.

- You are the most spoiled girl in Hogwarts, did you know that? - He elbowed your rib playfully.

- And who’s fault is that? - You giggled at him. 

At Honeyduke’s, you and James made the rounds collecting all your personal favorites: liquorice wands, sugar quills, chocolate toads, and an obscene amount of cauldron cakes. When you both couldn’t find anything else in your baskets, you joined the line to pay. 

- Feels weird to not get the sweets and just run? - You teased.

- You never complain when I bring you a dozen caldron cakes each time, do you? - James rolled his eyes at you while smiling.

- Hi, James! 

You turned around to find Amos Diggory, captain of the Hufflepuff’s Quidditch team, standing behind you two. Despite James' competitiveness in the field, he always got along very well with Amos.

- Oh, hi, Amos! How are you? - James shook his hand amicably.

- I’m doing well. Taking Mrs Potter shopping, I see? 

- Yeah - James smiled brightly while your face burned in a violent blush violent

Every time McGonagall scolded you and James for being late, she graced you both with a nickname. Last week, she referred to the pair of you as “Mr and Mrs Potter”. Sirius instantly adopted the nickname, especially to tease James about being whipped. Somehow, other people heard of it and your friends started using it in a light-hearted manner. James found it all extremely funny, and even though it always made you shy, you secretly loved it.

- You know what they say, the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach.

They both chatted about the upcoming matches until you reached the register.

- That will be four galleons - Mrs Flume announced after checking your baskets. 

James reached for his pocket, but you touched his hand to stop him.

- I will pay, today.

- And why should I let you do that?

- Cause I want to spoil you, too - You booped his nose.

When you reached for the little purse where you kept your money, however, your smile fell. You had forgotten to grab your money due to your distraction.

- I, um… I think I forgot to grab my purse - you admitted, embarrassed to let your inattentiveness show once again.

James simply smiled, and handed Mrs Flume the golden coins. She busied herself with putting your purchases in a box.

- I’ll pay that back to you. 

- No, you won’t. I won’t take it.

- Yes, you will. I forgot, but I want to pay for it.

- Except you won’t, cause I want to pay this for you.

- You always pay for everything!

- And since when is that bad?

- Cause I wanna give you things, too! 

- Trust me, you give me plenty - he smiled suggestively at you, earning a slap in his arm.

- James! You called me spoiled an hour ago!

- And you are.- He smirked - But I like spoiling you.

Exasperated, you threw your hands up in defeat.

- Ugh! 

James grazed your cheek with his hand soothingly. 

- C’mon,  if I can’t use my money to spoil little Mrs. Potter, what am I supposed to do with it?

+ 1

You and James were near the lake, laying down under an orange tree, studying for exams. It was a sunny afternoon in which you both wanted nothing but to throw your books in your trunks and go do something outside. Since you really needed the study time, you two had to find a middle ground: studying in the garden, where you could at least enjoy the sweet summer breeze and the sunlight. You had been deeply concentrated in your books when a delicious whiff of the plump, sugary oranges above you had invaded your nostrils, making your mouth water. You were able to grab one from a lower branch, and now you were anxiously trying to peel it with a small knife. 

- Hey, pretty girl - You were distracted from your task by James’ lips grazing the warm skin of your cheek - Want me to do that for you?

- Thank you, Jamie, but I can do it  - You snickered at him, even if you never actually learned how to properly do it, and he knew that - I got it.

- Can I do it for you, please? - He smiled. You gave in, and gently removed the orange and the knife from your hands

You watched as he skillfully peeled the skin off the fruit. In no time he got the orange separated in two halves, handing you one happily. James leaned against the body of the tree, pushing you to sit back between his legs and lean into his chest. You both sat there, contently eating the sweet but slightly acidic fruit. 

James does a lot of things for you. Way too many, perhaps. He didn’t let you peel an orange, for Christ’s sake! Does it bother him, feeling like he has to do things for you so you won’t mess it up? 

- I know how to peel an orange. - You turned to face him - I really do.

- I know, doll. 

- I can do it. Seriously.

James thought to himself for a moment.

- Have you ever heard the theory that a perfect couple is composed of one person who loves oranges, but sucks at peeling them, and another person who loves oranges, and  is great at peeling?

- I know how to peel fruit!  - You stated. 

- Of course you do. You just suck at it. - He smirked at you, amusedly throwing another piece in his mouth.

You let out a sigh in frustration. Nervously, you turned to face him completely. 

- James, listen… I don’t want… I don’t want you to think I’m useless.

James’ smile fell off his face.

- What? What are you talking about, sweetheart? - he worriedly reached for your hands - Why would I think you’re useless?

- Because… - You run your hands through your hair - Because you are always doing things for me. Tying my shoelaces, warming my hands because I’m an idiot and I forget my gloves, things like that and I just… I appreciate it but I don’t want you to do these things because you think I’m incapable.

You could see the engines turning in James’ head as he pondered. All of a sudden, he started laughing.

- You think I do that because I think you are incapable?

- Well, yes! - You lowered your head - I know I’m kinda distracted but I don’t want to be a burden or anything…

- Hey. - James used his index finger to lift your head, forcing you to look into his incisive, but soft gaze - You are never a burden. And that’s not why I do it, at all. I do these things because it’s my way of showing you I care for you. But I understand if it makes you feel lessened, and not loved, and I can find new ways to care for you, if that’s wh…

- No! - You exclaimed, stroking his cheek - I love it. And it does make me feel very loved. I’m just… silly. I guess I don’t want you to feel obliged to do things for me, that’s all.

- Baby. - James smiled and held your face between his warm, orange-scented palms. -  When I tie your shoelaces, I know you can do it, obviously. But it makes me feel happy that I even get to do that for you, you understand? And it’s like that with everything else I do. I love taking care of you because I love you. 

Your heart warmed at his words.

- So you don’t think I’m clumsy?

- Actually, I do - he smirked.

You slapped his arm and turned away from him.

- I’m sorry, I'm sorry - he reached for you again - You are… distracted. Almost as much as you are distracting. But I like it. Makes me feel like a knight in shining armor.

- I’m not distracted! - You narrowed your eyes at him. 

- You are, doll - He soothed you amusingly - A little teeny bit. 

- Oh, yeah? I would’ve peeled us this orange myself if you weren’t so… nosy!

James gasped in a dramatic manner.

- I’m nosy? - You shook your head yes in defiance  - Yeah? Are you sure? 

James threw himself at you to attack your sides with tickles, the most powerful weapon he has against you. You both rolled around in the blanket you had brought from your dorm while you laughed so hysterically you couldn’t breathe. James couldn’t help but laugh too, infected by your laughter. 

- Stop! Stop! - you begged, tears rolling down your face.

- Only if you say I’m not nosy.

- You are not  nosy! - You shouted, and James finally stopped the tickling.

You were laying underneath him, and when the laughter died down, James stayed on top of you, watching your flushed face with loving eyes. A sweet summer breeze passed you both, making your hair fly. He carefully placed the rebel strand behind your ear.

- Great. Now, say: “I love you, Jamie, my beautiful amazing perfect boyfriend and thank you for peeling every orange I’ll ever eat for the rest of my life”

- I’m not going to say that after you just attacked me! No way!  - You laughed.

- Yeah? Then get ready for another tickling attack!

When he placed his hands back on your sides to resume the torture, you panicked.

- No! No! Fine! I love you, Jamie, my beautiful amazing perfect boyfriend and thank you for peeling every orange I'll ever eat for the rest of my life! 

- Perfect - he kissed your lips delicately.

- That’s a lot of oranges, you know.

- What?

- Every orange I’ll eat for the rest of my life - You grinned, lifting your hands to trace his features with your finger - That’s a lot of oranges.

- I know - He gave you that full teeth smile, the one that made his dimples pop before kissing your palm - You love oranges.

- I do. 

- At least you will never have to risk chopping your fingers off, since your amazing boyfriend will take care of it. - He explained playfully. - You can be clumsy safely.

You pouted at him angrily and crossed your arms. 

- You don’t scare anyone with that face, missy - He snickered and lowered his head to kiss you again. - You are too adorable when you are angry.

James hummed happily against your mouth when the kiss deepened. He rolled you both around so you could straddle him.

- You taste so sweet - He breathed against your mouth.

- Like oranges, maybe?

- Yes, precisely.

- Like the ones you peel for me because I’m distracted? - You sneered softly.

- Yes, just like the ones I peel for you because I love you.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Can I please request a (fem reader x Jade West) where the reader has been living off energy drinks and is VERY sleep deprived, so Jade force-cuddles her to sleep? Thank you for reading my request. I hope you have a good day/night! :]

I Don't Need Sleep

Jade x Reader

If there's anything good about Sykowitz's classes, it's that he can definitely wake you up and keep you engaged. You can ride that energy through to the next class. For the rest of the day though, you had your stash of energy drinks.

There was so much you had to do and never enough time to do it. School, homework, your part-time job, chores, and preparing for the next day. Rinse and repeat. Sleep, for the past two weeks, was not on the list.

You trudge through the rest of the school day, downing three energy drinks in quick succession before going to your car and getting ready for work. Being a barista had its perks of an easy uniform. Changing in the car was no issue once you made your way. Too bad the coffee perk didn't help you as much anymore.

How you made it home was a wonder. You were so tired, yet the caffeine coursing through your veins keeps you awake. Well, it kept your eyes open. You were so out of it while entering your house that you didn't even notice your girlfriend, Jade, sitting on the couch with scissors in hand and what looked like a magazine in a pile.

"Welcome home, dear," she greeted in her deadpan voice. You jumped, fear and adrenaline waking you up. The can of caffeine in your hands flies into the air and miraculously lands in the kitchen sink.

"Jade!? When did you get here?" Your eyebrows furrowed. "Why are you here?"

The dark haired goth sheathes her scissors and walks up to you. With a quick yank, she grabs your arm and pulls you to your bedroom.

"We're ditching school tomorrow. You're ditching work tomorrow."

"Whoa, what?" You tried pulling your arm away, but Jade's grip was a vice. "Jade, no. I have homework and chores to do. I can't just leave 'em."

The goth all but chucks you onto your bed and rummages through your dresser to grab pajamas. Your eyes follow her in disbelief. Once she finds what she knows is your comfiest pair, she proceeds to throw them at you.

"I finished your chores today. Your mom let me in before she went to work." After a moment of you not moving, Jade moves to pull your clothes off. She laments that it's not for a fun reason. "You can afford a day off of work and the others can bring the homework we missed tomorrow."

When you're finally dressed, your girlfriend lays on your bed and drags you with her. You struggle against her pull, but in your current state, it was utterly futile. Even as she wraps her arms around you, the struggle continues.

"Jade, lemme go!"

"No."

"Jade!"

"No."

There was an immense amount of patience coming from Jade. Unusual for her on a regular day. However, she was worried about you. Throughout the past two weeks, she watched as her girlfriend shambled around like a zombie. Eyes gaunt with bags weighing them down. Hoodies and sweatpants rather than your usual fashion. Back hunched as you slouch during every action. You hardly paid attention to the ridiculous antics of your friend group. Your current lifestyle was running you ragged and Jade wasn't letting that happen. This was worse than Beck losing sleep over a stupid cricket.

Eventually, you stop wriggling with a huff. Jade takes a moment before saying something.

"You done?"

"... Yes..." You sounded dejected. Tired. Almost like you just gave up on life.

Your girlfriend turns you over and gently caresses your cheek. Your eyes flutter at the touch.

"You need to take better care of yourself. You can't keep pushing yourself like this."

You let out a soft mumble that sounded like a retort. Jade just shushes you. Her hand starts to run through your hair, causing you to let out a soft whimper. She pulls you closer, partly to make sure you stay, partly because she missed having you close. When you mumble again, it's incoherent. She just smirks and continues her ministrations.

Stubborn, you refused to fall asleep. You had things to do. If you could outlast Jade, you could probably get something done. But that all went down the drain when you hear Jade's melodious singing voice. The soft, gentle song begins to pull you into Hypnos' embrace.

Jade continues on until she feels your body relax. Your breathing evens out and finally, you were asleep. She smirks in victory and relaxes herself.

She was a damn good girlfriend.

[radiant-reid]

What Christmas Means To Me

Check out the song with the same title !!

Summary: The Reids discuss all the things that are Christmas-y and important to them while being really in love with each other. a/n: this is the first part of my Christmas/winter theme collection, more to come <3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (fluff, omg so much fluff)

Content Warning: nothing

Word Count: 1.4k

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"She's finally asleep!" Spencer exclaims, although the excitement is in his tone, not in his volume. He slides the door across the tracks, sealing the living room off, as quietly as he speaks.

Y/n left her husband to deal with Mabel and her bedtime issues. If it wasn't a glass of water that she needed, then it was to go to the bathroom or have another book read to her. She adores all three of her kids, of course, but it could, occasionally, be challenging. Thankfully, Spencer has always been the Patron Saint of patience.

"Ah, I love you." She says, holding out her arms wide to hug him. She's dressed in a sweater that matches his and a pair of pajama shorts with a mistletoe pattern on them.

Spencer reaches her in two steps, keeping his arms low so he can pick her up enough to spin her around while she melts into his chest, her head on his shoulder.

"I love you." He coos. "And I love this place." He says, pulling away from her to look at the house.

It's the perfect place to spend Christmas: at their own home. Outside, it's cold, much colder than usual. There's a light blanket of snow coating the ground and more snowflakes that they can see falling through the bay window.

It's warm inside, though, the fireplace lit. There's no other light besides that, a few low-burning candles and the Christmas lights on their tree. They all let out a perfect warm glow, rather than the bright type of light that you get from LEDs. It makes everything look so much more romantic.

They decorate every year, and it's always over the top. On the sides of the fireplace are stockings overflowing with presents with the names Beatrice, Mabel, and Chester stitched onto them. Y/n brought them out of hiding while Spencer was tussling a 4-year-old into bed.

Under the tree is another impressive pile, although some of those ones are to be unwrapped tomorrow morning when the whole BAU family comes for Christmas lunch. Likely, there will be even more brought around from everyone, and even more likely, the most from Auntie Penelope.

"We went over the top, didn't we?" Spencer voices what she's thinking.

"When don't we?" She asks rhetorically with a giggle. "I made hot chocolate if you're not too tired."

He shakes his head. "Never too tired to sit up with you, baby." He assures her.

It's true. The amount of long nights they've had, most after becoming parents, is extraordinary. Even if he'd been out on a case, as soon as he was back at home, if a newborn baby needed to be fed, a toddler had a bad dream, or someone forgot to do their homework, Spencer would abandon sleeping to offer her support.

She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to the kitchen to get their reindeer mugs. He's sitting on the window seat when she returns, back resting against the wall, and an arm outstretched for her to join him.

She does, placing the mugs on the part of the window seat not covered by the cushion closest to the window. She rests her back against his chest, legs stretched out but not nearly as long as his. To stare at him, she turns her head to the side. He keeps one arm around her back while he uses the other to hold his hot chocolate, which might be more marshmallows and cream than liquid.

Spencer would be pretty under harsh, fluorescent light, but he's stunning with soft light illuminating his features. It's been a decade, and he's still perfect, like nothing has changed, except maybe his hair. His curls, even though recently cut, are growing out.

"I love you more and more each day, you know?" He tells her after a while of admiring how stunning his wife is.

"Getting sappy on me, Reid?" Y/n jokes, still flattered by his compliments.

He chuckles, breath fanning her face. "Ten years, four months, five days..." He pauses to look at his watch. "Nineteen hours and eight minutes."

"I married such a loser." She complains while beaming.

"Mrs. Reid." He warns lightheartedly. "Don't make me put you on my naughty list."

She smacks his chest as both of them laugh. "You wouldn't dare."

He puts his mug down next to him where it won't spill and pushes a few strands of hair out of her vision. "Not when you make a killer hot chocolate." He assures her.

Y/n pats his chest. "Now I know we said no gifts..." She trails off, smirking. "But I got you something."

Spencer scoffs before chuckling. "Baby, you have done that for seven years. I'm not surprised anymore." He reminds her. "We could always just reevaluate the rule."

"Nope." She shakes her head, moving off him, and opening up the drawer below the seat. When she produces a neatly wrapped gift, Spencer also has one in his hands. Y/n deduces the gift in his hands is probably jewelry, either a necklace or a bracelet, based on the box's shape. "It's not Christmas yet, though." She pouts, more eager to see his reaction to his gift than to get her own.

"I won't tell if you don't." He says mischievously.

She swaps gifts with him. "Deal."

"You first." Spencer insists.

She pulls the wrapping paper off excitedly before opening the- as rightly suspected- jewelry box. It is gorgeous. Easily the most stunning piece of new jewelry she's ever seen. It's the most perfect tennis bracelet, equip with enough diamonds to outshine a polished case of jewels.

"Holy shit! Thank you." She says in awe. "This is stunning, and I don't want to know how much that cost you." It had to be in the high four figures.

He shakes his head, taking it from her hand, so he can delicately put it on her wrist. "Money comes in and out, and it'll never be as valuable as seeing that smile."

She grins again with a blush. "Keep that in mind when you open yours."

He's suspicious of what that means as he opens his, sliding the lid off the watch box. Her eyes light up after seeing his light up at the expensive, shining watch.

"Wow." He remarks, admiring it. "You did not have to go all out and buy me a Rolex, but thank you."

"You're welcome, handsome." She says, taking it from him to put on his wrist like he had just done for her. It definitely belongs on his wrist, of all the wrists in the world. His old one was nice, but it had been chipped over its long lifespan. "Now I can stare at your hands for longer." She jokes, playing with his fingers.

He laughs at her fondly. "You're always welcome to do that."

"I really love this." She says, admiring her own wrist. "But Christmas means more to me than presents."

He nods in agreement, not misinterpreting her statement of ungratefulness. "Christmas means love to me. You, the most gorgeous, talented person I know. Our wonderful kids, the whole extended BAU family, and everyone else's love."

"It means being happy to me. Like that feeling when you can't stop smiling, even if it hurts." He knows that feeling every time he looks at her. "And kids not going to bed so they can see Santa, Christmas lights on houses, carol singers, Christmas songs, family, a big meal snow, oh, and Christmas movies."

"There's one more thing." He realizes with a cheeky smirk. She hums, waiting for him to continue. "That." He points upwards to where there's a piece of mistletoe hanging over them. "Christmas means lots of kisses, too."

She giggles lightly. "So smooth."

"Thanks." He replies quickly before closing the gap of a few inches between their lips. Their lips attach in a well-practiced, languished kiss. It's not something they get to share often with their busy lives, and it only makes it more special.

Both of them have matching grins when they pull back. "We should go to bed," Y/n suggests with a yawn.

"Agreed." He nods. "We're going have to be up at 5am anyway."

"I'll make the coffee and hot chocolate, you make breakfast." She offers, like it's not what they do every time.

He leans in for one more kiss. "Always."

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Best Behavior

A/N: I played COD as a kid, I never thought it’d have me whipped as an adult, but here I am. I hated this, then I liked it, so just posting while sleep deprived before I change my mind. Also Price is daddy, just a fact.

John Price x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, oral sex, p in v sex, power imbalance, implied age gap, rough sex, no y/n, no codename for reader

Summary: After a stressful mission you take a risk to comfort your Captain.

The conclusion of a mission had a few probable outcomes. An overtly successful endeavor would have you, and the rest of the 141 at the closest bar or pub. An absolute failure with injuries? Then you’d all be squirreled away in your own quarters or infirmary, licking your literal and metaphorical wounds. But when they ended like this? The job completed, yet so many lives lost? It was just empty. The team shared the feeling, you were sure, given the atmosphere on the trip back. Even now, with Soap pouring shots and Gaz poking fun at Ghost, you knew they felt it. It was why they were still here and not at the dive twenty minutes down the road. 

You could hear the conversation down the hall before you had even reached the common room. Normally you’d have been happy to join in on the distraction, but you had another in mind. Whether or not the mission had technically been successful, it hadn’t felt like it. Not with seven hostages dead and a bomb that leveled three city blocks. You inhaled, slowly, letting the thought pass with your breath. It didn’t matter now, what mattered was your next mission. One that would be quietly stewing a few doors down.

“There ya are, c’mon we need someone to settle the score!” Soap called as you passed the doorway. Waving you into the shared space as Kyle smiled in agreement. Fighting the urge to join you reminded yourself of exactly what you had planned.

“Sorry, not tonight, boys. Dropping off my report, then I’m passing out.” Waving the papers in your hand. 

Gaz rolled his eyes. “You can take one night off being an overachiever, you know? Cap said we could turn them in tomorrow.”

“And yet I’ll have the day off, and you'll have homework.” Smirking, you bid them a goodnight and continued down the hall.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. It was risky, you knew. Your relationship with Price was complicated, to put it lightly. He was your Captain, your superior, your mentor. Even a whiff of this and Laswell would probably have your heads. Neither of you have been so bold, rarely going further than lingering touches and gazes while on base. You’d both been as diligent as possible in separating work from your private lives. The weight of what you were about to do sat heavily on your shoulders. And yet you still stood at the captain’s office door.

He needs this. You reasoned. The look in his eyes as you’d stepped off the plane hadn’t escaped your notice, nor the way he’d immediately fled to his office. No one on the force took failure as hard as he did. It was his team, his responsibility. He needs this. You repeated, lifting your hand to knock before you could talk yourself out of it. 

It took a few moments longer than usual to hear his gruff response. “Who is it?” Feeling sweat bead on your back you let out a shuddering breath before answering. 

“It’s me,” Nearly immediately Price gave you the go ahead to enter. 

His office was messier than it normally was, maps pinned to the walls, little notes tacked up with them. Mugs piled high and the lingering fog of his cigar smoke hanging in the air. Yeah, he needs this.

“How can I help you, Sergeant?” Pice had his noise in a file, a glass of whiskey wrapped in his hand. You hoped he didn’t notice the blush his rough voice caused to rise in your cheeks. You also hoped he didn’t notice the click of the lock as you pressed the door closed with your back. 

“I just wanted to drop off my field report for today, sir.” You spoke slowly, taking careful steps toward his desk. Suddenly, a little less confident in how successful your mission would be. John looked awful, hat tossed somewhere, hair still sticky with sweat stuck up randomly, bags under his eyes adding years to his age. He looked in absolutely no mood for your shenanigans, but that's exactly why you were doing this.

His lip lifted a bit under his facial hair, “Thought I told you that could wait til tomorrow, to get some sleep.” Eyes lazily rolling up from the papers in his, whatever horrors reflected with them passed to curiosity as he took you in. You stood stiffly at his desk, knuckles white as you gripped your report. 

“You did, Captain.” He was onto you, you knew immediately. You never were good at getting anything past him. Not that it was really part of your plan.

“Set it wherever then. Anything else?” Price asked, eyebrow raising as you carefully moved closer. Swiveling his chair he followed your steps around the desk.

“Ah, yes, sir. I also wanted to see how you were.” Your voice shook, tossing the papers onto the pile on his desk. Finally working up the courage to meet his gaze. He looked a bit more intrigued. The reassurance fueling your confidence for the next step. 

“I’m fine, soldier. Like i said-” The way his voice had lowered was the last straw. Dropping to your knees not even a foot from him. Gently, like approaching a startled animal, you rested your hands on his shins. 

“Are you sure, Captain?” Your head already felt fuzzy, being this close to him always did this to you, further exacerbated by the absolute taboo of the situation. Off duty it was easy to pretend he was just a lover. Someone you’d met on an app, or at a bookstore or even the grocery store maybe. But here? Kneeling in front of him, still splattered with dirt, oil and blood, he was your Captain. 

You watched Price process what he was seeing, throat working and pupils dilating. Eventually his nose twitched with the threat of a snarl. “You can’t do this to me, baby.” His words sounded forced, slow and strangled. Sounding nearly as desperate as you felt. 

Slowly you traced your hands up his legs, past his knees to his thighs, squeezing firmly. “If you tell me to go, sir, I’ll go.” You shuffled forward, finally meeting his boots. “If not… I want to take care of you, Daddy.” 

The ‘D’ word was a cheap shot, but when you watched John’s head drop back you knew you’d won. Adding a ‘please’, to really dig your grave. 

Price picked up his glass, taking a long slow drink, looking anywhere but you. You could feel the tension vibrating through the muscle of his thighs, tense and strung high. Always so quick to tell his team to rest and relax, though never taking his own advice. 

When he met your gaze again his eyes were filled with a familiar heat. “Is that right, sweetheart?” 

Nodding eagerly you massaged his thighs, ignoring his already growing bulge. “Uh-huh” 

Price tisked, relaxing back into his chair. “Here? That's a dangerous game.”

“I’ll be quiet, promise.” You breathed, eyes solely focused on your prize. 

John huffed, rolling his shoulders. “You? Quiet?” He raised his free hand to your flushed face, gently caressing the heated skin. “You come in here, beggin’ for my cock like a whore, and expect me to believe you’re planning on behavin’?” He laughed, a genuine smile cracking his exhausted exterior. 

The drawl of his words sank down though your chest, pooling in your sex. You had been so focused on him you hadn’t realized how desperate you’d already become. Shifting you let out a sharp breath, kneeling had pulled your pants taunt. The seam pressing torturously against your clit.

Price groaned, yanking you up into a kiss before you could process his movement. Messy and desperate. Moaning in return at his taste, whiskey, expensive cigars and home. When was the last time you’d had him like this? A month, maybe more, this assignment had been so taxing, time barely seemed to matter. Though, your body seemed to disagree. Lighting up with the familiar attention, begging for more. 

Your hand twitched, intending to reach for him before you remind yourself. When you came here it was for him, you needed to behave. Take only as much as he was willing to give. 

Price pulled back, lips wet and swollen already, face reddened under his beard, it seemed he’d shared your thoughts. Relaxing back into the chair he let his legs spread wider. “What’s it you said?” He grunted. “That you wanted to ‘take care of me’? C’mon then, take care of daddy.”

You breathed a quick ‘yes, sir’, settling between his spread thighs. Drowning in his musk before you'd even unclipped his belt. Blood, sweat, nicotine, gun metal - a cologne so uniquely his. Something you rarely got to enjoy at this intensity. He was hard and ready, a hot brand against your hand through his boxer briefs. Not realizing how lost in him you were until Price wrapped a rough hand in your hair. Shoving your cheek against him, rubbing himself against your face.

“Don’t tease.” He hissed, a tone you’d heard more than once on the battlefield, but never in the bedroom. Jolting, you quickly freed him. Mouth watering at the weight and sight of his cock in hand, thinking of how sore your jaw would be in the morning from his girth. How you’d get a sick thrill every time you spoke to the team. None aware that your Captain was the reason you’d keep rubbing your cheek to soothe the ache.

True to his order, you didn't tease. Spitting and letting it drip down his head, slicking your hand and working up and down his length. The moment your tongue met his tip he snarled, the noise echoing through the room. He let you start at your own pace, allowing you to swirl your tongue around the head. Working more and into your mouth, hand stroking what you couldn’t reach yet.

Being on your knees for your superior, for him, in his office, had been on your mind since you’d met. Since he’d first approached you with the offer of a position on his task force. A sharp tug on your hair pulled your eyes to his face. Any anguish, stress, and worry were gone. His brows furrowed with pleasure, fist to his lips as he rocked up into your mouth. You throbbed at the scene, moan vibrating his cock. 

You pulled off, much to his despair. Fighting a smirk you move your hands to grip the pockets of his cargo pants, “Please fuck my mouth, daddy,” Giving your best puppy eyes while you took him back in. 

His hands were in your hair in a flash, shoving himself into your throat. Releasing a sound so low and guttural as he started a brutal pace. Gagging was inevitable, as hard as you tried to breathe, his speed and ruthlessness unfamiliar. But very, very welcomed. Price moaned every time your throat constricted around him. Never taking his eyes off your face.

“T-that's it. Take it for daddy. Fuck, such a slut, baby. Look at you… my girl. God, doing so good for me, sweetheart.”

You felt your eyes roll, head hazy from the lack of oxygen and absolutely intoxicated by him. Price’s praise was the most valuable commodity. Whether on the field, handing in paperwork, during training, but most importantly in bed. You didn’t care if everyone murmured about you being a kiss ass, as long as he kept feeding you those sugary words. Kept making you feel like this.  

When he’d finally pulled free, you were gasping and heaving for air. Dizzily you looked up at him, watching him pant nearly as hard as you. “Daddy?” Your voice was raw and foreign even to you. John’s eyes rolled back as he groaned, roughly pulling you up. Sloppily kissing you, uncaring of the shared fluids dripping down your chin. 

“I need to cum in you, off!” He snapped, yanking at your sweats until you’d kicked them away. 

You’d never seen him so… needy. It was addicting, you knew this would not be the last time you would come to him after a mission. Not if it was like this. 

On his lap you felt how truly soaked your panties are, sticking to your skin as he ground you against his cock. You needed him so badly, tears stinging at your eyes. “P-please, John- daddy!” Quickly correcting your mistake when his hand landed on your ass with a harsh crack. 

With little effort your panties were torn, gripped in his fist and shoved in your mouth. Your own taste invading your sensitive mouth as you bit down on the fabric. 

“Quiet, remember? The boys are a couple doors down.” Price huffed. The swollen head of his cock finally met your sex, slicking himself with you. “Hell, I’d be surprised if they haven’t already heard ya,” You whimpered at the thought. It’d taken so long to prove yourself, what would they think?

Suddenly every doubt you had vanished, your Captain’s thick length stretched you. Lifting you so your nearly limp weight would spear you open. You’d never taken him without some preparation, even dripping wet the stretch was almost unbearable. Barely able to hear his soothing coos past the blood rushing in your ears. The fabric on your tongue doing little to muffle your noises.

Price, still the caring man he always is, gives you a moment to adjust. Kissing the tears from your cheeks, a sting of ‘good girl’s falling from his lips. You relaxed easily, you trusted him, knew he’d only give what you could take. Push you to your limit, but never past. 

With no other warning than him planting his feet he picked you up and dropped you, slamming back down on his cock. You wailed, clawing at his t-shirt as he used you as he pleased. You couldn’t fight the noises clawing up your throat even if you had the sentience to want to. It was everything, so much, overwhelming waves of painful pleasure pulling you under.

“I bet you’d love it if they - ah - heard ya, huh sweetheart?” Price moaned when you clenched around him, grinding up into you as his belt buckle ruthlessly abused your clit. “They talk, I’ve heard. Wonderin’ how you’d… fuck - sound on their cocks. But it’ll never be them,”

You shook your head rapidly, clinging to him for dear life as your release built. You wanted to tell him that they’d never have the chance, that it was only him. But it was intelligible past the gag. So instead you pressed your forehead to his, noses bumping against each other with his violent thrusts. 

“S-such a good girl, just for daddy, yeah?” 

Every word he uttered hit you deep in your gut, where his head abused your sweet spot. Spots dancing in your vision you knew you were agonizingly close. Sobbing past the gag you tried to warn him, but Price knew. He always did. Slouching back he rutted into you fervently, thumb finding your tender clit. 

“Go ahead, cum. Make a mess on daddy’s cock.” His voice and one more swipe of his thumb had you hurtling into bliss. Unaware of the cries you let out, cunt constricting his cock almost painfully. Milking him for his release a few beats later. 

Shakily, you pulled your ruined panties from your mouth. Enjoying the afterglow, the Captain still twitching inside you, nuzzling into your throat. You were unable to keep the silly smile off your face, high off endorphins. Your face felt raw from his beard, body sore in the best way.

“Feeling better, Daddy?” Your voice was hoarse, it hurt to speak, but it was so worth it for the chuckle that bubbled from his chest. 

“What the hell did I do to deserve an angel like you?” Price pulled back, looking at you so reverently you had to fight to hold his gaze. 

Blushing again you remembered exactly where you were. “Do you think they heard us?” 

Price snorted, refilling his glass before bringing it to your lips. Encouraging you to take a sip. “Honestly? Probably. Don’t worry about it, not now.” You savored the burn and warmth it brought you, grounding you in the moment. “We can take the roundabout way to my room, shower, and sleep. Anything else? We’ll handle it in the morning.” 

His words were resolute, law, no room for argument. Not that you had the energy to argue now that the adrenaline had worn off. 

Pulling you in close he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Right now, I want to take care of my girl.”

[melimelissa998]

A Favor pt. 2

part 1

A few days later after that night, it was all back to normal in my head. Wake up, teach, stay up late, sleep and repeat. First I felt really bad for that boy getting in trouble, and also anxious that he’ll show up at my door and punch me for being a snitch.

I look at the hour on my watch and decide it’s time to leave work today. I stack all the graded homework together and the rest in another pile for tomorrow, I put them in the drawer and start to clean up my desk.

As I close the classroom door, I hear footsteps approach me; I turn to see Miss Young with a mop in her hand. “Oh miss Y/N, like always staying so late” she says, I see how her face wrinkles into a smile that also makes me smile. “If I grade now, I’ll have my weekend free, it’s worth it” I tell her and she nods, she wishes me a nice sleep and to take care, I wave her goodbye and to also take care.

I walk around the building to the back stairs to get to my apartment. I pass the small playground and stop at the convenience store that's across to buy dinner. I take a moment to think if I should walk to the front of my building or just use the back door that’s straight ahead. I roll my eyes at myself. Like if you would surround the building just to get to the front when the back door is just a few steps away…

Before I open the door and step in, I hear a noise that’s between a cry and a growl. I stay still to check if I’ll hear it again, and I do. I walk to the corner of the building to the small alley where we leave the garbage to see if the noise is P, the small cat that the building adopted a few months ago; but it’s not P.

I see a silhouette trying to stand up and slip to the floor. “Oh shoot” I panic and walk closer “Are you alright?” I ask waiting to know if they needed help. I see his face and instantly recognize it’s the blonde freckle boy from the pool place. But what were the odds to see each other, again. “Are you okay?” I ask again even though I see him struggle. “It’s okay” he replies. I back a little and notice how his left shoulder looks a little off, I focus more on it, and even though there’s almost no streetlight I can tell it’s not normal. “We should.” “No!” he interrupts me with a deep and firm voice. “I said it’s okay, just go” he tells me as he tries to pass me but falls to the floor. He cries out of pain and my heart hurts hearing him. I quickly kneel down, “I-I can’t leave you like this, let me take you to a hos.” Again he interrupts me in the same mad tone “I said no, Y/N” he repeats and I pick up an accent. “O-okay, but at least call someone, call Lee Know, or your other friend” I suggest and he nods, he tries getting up and almost loses his balance but I put my hands on his chest to keep him from falling on me. His head is lays on my shoulder and I call him out “Hey, hey, you there?” I slightly shake him, but he doesn’t verbally respond, only a small growl. “Oh gosh” I complain out loud.

Why me again. I will regret this, I will definitely regret this again… “Hey.” I wanted to call his name but I actually don’t know it? “Let’s get out of here yeah? Just help me out a little” I talk to him hopping he can hear me. We try to walk to the back door building to get us in, but when I mean we, I mean just me with this boy hanging on me on one side and my heavy handbag on the other.

A 3 minute trip to my floor and door turned into maybe a 20 minute walk “Lean on the wall for a sec” I suggest him, he keeps growling and crying from the pain as I look for my keys and open the door as fast as I can. Lucky for us my sofa was close by to the entrance. I didn’t attend to through him on the sofa but he kinda slips off my arms and falls making him cry louder “I, shit, sorry, sorry” I cover my mouth with both hands. He mumbles that it’s fine but I still feel guilty. “What’s your friend number?” I ask as I take my phone out my bag trying get ride of how bad I feel, he nods his head and turns to his right side “My phone” he says, I stand a little confused “In my, my pocket” he explains “Oh, yeah” I say obviously. I take out the mobile waiting for maybe a Samsung or an iPhone but I didn’t expect a 2004 type of phone, I frown and look at him like if he was a mad man. I want to ask what’s up with this but he talks first “Press one” he orders, I am still confused “Speed dial one” he orders again as if it was obvious what he meant, I shake my head to myself. This is not normal, this is mad. Crazy mad. I dial and wait on the tone. “Where are you, mate?” is the first thing that comes from the other side. That accent. It’s him. “Uh, I, em, your friend, he’s not okay and.” I try to explain but he interrupts me “Who the hell is this?” he questions and my heart beat speeds up “Y/N” I gulp down my saliva “Y/N” he doesn’t say it in a question, it sounded more like if he was repeating it to himself. I hear his voice in my head echoing my name in his accent. British? Australian? I try to think a little more… “Where is he?” his question pops me out of my thinking bubble “Uh, he’s with me, my apartment, I, he is bad injured, I think he’ll faint in any minute, I live, em, on Berrywood Parkway, it’s um, behind the.” I am half way in the explanation but he once again interrupts me “I know, I´ll be there shortly, keep him awake” he demands before he hangs up on me, I look at the phone no believing how rude he was right now. I inhale and look at the boy on my sofa have unconscious, I stand there looking at his face, he has a few cuts and a big bruise on his left cheek, I walk to my bathroom and get my first aid kit, I kneel close to him “I’m going to clean you up okay?” I ask softly and nods slowly.

While I clean his injuries I couldn’t stop feeling worried for him, he wasn’t older than me, and he also looks so small in some way. “Felix” he whispers, I am cleaning up his open lip and when I hear him I accidentally press on it too much, he wimps and I apologize "You said Felix?" I repeat “My name, it’s Felix” he repeats and then I notice he also has an accent, just like his friend… “I’m Y/N” I say and he chuckles “I remember you Y/N, bad ass the other day honestly” he lets out a small laugh and I smile, but soon he growls in pain again and touches his left shoulder “It’s dislocated, isn’t it?” I ask and he nods “W-what happen? Did someone try to assault you?” I ask worried for him but he shakes his head “Just don’t” he suggests me. I want to say something more, but a knock on the door and my name in the unknown accent stops me. Oh shit.

3

[the-boy-who-drank-the-stars]

unedited excerpt from my black brothers angst fanfic

if anyone cares

“Absolute filth! Disgusting! Disgrace to society!”

Regulus schooled his face into a monotone, expressionless look as Walburga paced in front of him, face flushed with fury, positively seething. “How low the Ministry has sunk!” she cried. “To invite those Mudbloods to a gala-”

Behind her, perched on the arm of the couch, Sirius rolled his eyes. Crazy old bat, his face clearly said. And while Regulus agreed with Walburga, he did have to admit her raving was getting tiring. 

“Yes, yes, dear, a true disappointment indeed,” said Orion placatingly. Their father stood by the fireplace, the cup of Floo Powder in his hands. “Shall we go now? We’ll be late if we dawdle any further.”

“Mudbloods! At a pureblood gala!” Walburga fumed. “Absolutely unacceptable!”

“How horrible,” Sirius whispered sarcastically, and Regulus bit his lip in an attempt to hold himself back from slapping his brother. 

“Dear,” said Orion. “Think of how bad it will look if we’re late.”

And just like that, all the rage and indignation seemed to drain out of Walburga. She deflated, and for a moment, Regulus almost felt sorry for her. It couldn’t be easy, watching the Muggle scum slowly take over the wizarding world. “Yes,” she murmured. “Yes, yes.” She reached up to touch the dark curls piled on her head, in an elegant bun. “Does my hair look alright, darling?”

“Nothing less than perfect,” Orion reassured her, though it was clear he couldn’t care less and was just relieved his wife had finally stopped ranting. “Shall we leave now?”

“Yes, of course.” Walburga turned, and Regulus almost flinched, wondering if she might go off on another tirade. Was it his hair? He was sure his appearance was decent enough. 

But instead, in what should’ve been an improbable act of affection, she simply placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Finish your homework, and perhaps I’ll take you to Uncle Alphard’s tomorrow,” she said. “If you need anything, Kreacher is there.”

Her words were almost startling- Regulus couldn’t recall the last time she had been so tender towards him- but he just nodded and said obediently, “Yes, Mother.”

Walburga turned to Sirius, who was watching her through slitted, suspicious eyes, as if he were also wary of her drastic mood change. She did not offer the same kindness as she had to Regulus. Instead, she spoke coolly, “Don’t do anything foolish.”

Sirius gave a sullen shrug, and if Regulus didn’t know better, something like a glimmer of hope vanish from his eyes. Her face darkened. “At least answer me, boy,” she snapped.

“I won’t,” he shot back in the same crabby tone- then he swung himself off the couch and stalked towards the staircase, his shoulders hunching as they always did when he got irritated.

[ghostsbimbo]

𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 - cαptαın john prıce x college student! reαder

warnings: so much fucking angst :) author's note: it's a coping fic for college stress, don't judge me. also, please note, y'all are getting my major which is Early Childhood Education. The math is FUCKING difficult. also <3 word count: 608 [ not counting lyrics ] inspired by: part of verse 2 of burned out by dodie.

I am burnt out, I smell of smoke It seeps through her cracks and so I start to choke Sentences sit in her mouth that are templated You waited, smiling, for this?

it was your first semester back to college after taking a much needed break from school. you were still a freshman considering how poorly you did prior to your break, and right now, you were sitting in your shared bed, surrounded by notes and homework.

Price looked on with worried eyes. It was easy to tell you needed a break, considering you were a full time student and had also recently started a part time job that was within your major.

You let out a soft, shaky sigh as you stared at the plethora of papers of the subject you dreaded the most: math. You were an Early Childhood Education major, the math class was basically you learning the secrets that teachers knew about math and how to teach them in a way kids could understand, and yet you were stumped on the subject. learning how to teach math should've been easy! but nope, it wasn't.

You were currently on the verge of tears when you heard a cough which startled you. you looked up at the door way and seen your very concerned boyfriend with his arms over his chest.

"maybe take a break, love?" John suggested calmly as he walked over to the bed, carefully moving your papers & notebook - god why did your professor give you so many note packets? - which was met with a headshake and a few tears rolling down your face.

"c-cant...it..I gotta get this stuff done." you whispered.

John let out a soft sigh, understanding how you felt, but he knew the damage the overwhelming amount of work was being piled onto you was doing. He gently took the papers and grabbed the folder and neatly put them away before grabbing your notebook, calculator and pencil case and putting them into your book bag.

"you can return to them tomorrow, lovie, please just take a break for the night." John was basically demanding you to take a break at this point. As soon as he did that though, you basically let yourself move into his arms and start crying.

"I can't do this anymore, John. I want to be a teacher so bad...but I can't...I can't even get this fucking homework done." You cried into his arms, which just resulted in his arms wrapping around you, lightly rubbing your back.

He let out a soft sigh as he heard your stomach rumble. "How about, we get you some food and get you taken care of, yeah?" He suggested gently, trying to get you to calm down. He knew how you worked when you were stressed - you neglected all basic needs until the thing that was causing you stress was gone, sometimes going as far as to not shower - He didn't wait for an answer, heading for the kitchen to make you your favorite tea, and grabbing a takeout menu, considering he'd much rather order out so he could be near you in case you needed him.

“But they love you” Over and over, “They love you” Thousands and thousands of eyes just like mine Aching to find who they are "Oh, they love you! Oh, you can feel how they love you" Coated and warm but that's all they can do Words only get through if they're sharp

It'd been about a few hours now, your stomach now full of food, bed with clean sheets, and you now squeaky clean. You had fallen asleep after the shower, curled up to Price's side. He was carefully texting the group chat he was added to - by Soap, nonetheless - telling the three to only call him if needed for the next few days, not giving the reason why, but he was going to help you get back to your normal self - starting with getting you to contact your supervisor to explain the situation.

The boys all understood without even needing to be told what was going on - something with you, and you were his top priority when it was possible.

[thebluestbluewords]

anti-Valentine’s Valentine’s date

I tried SO HARD to write the adorable Jal prompt that I received for Jalentines day, and instead of cute all my brain wanted to write was angst. Set in approximately D2, it’s a 3k lead-in to a longer Jal fic that I’m probably not going to finish writing.

*

Mal kicks the door of the boy's dorm open with the heel of the stupid, impractical strappy sandals she's been wearing since before dinner. 

Or at least, that's what she tries to do. Instead, because her life is a curse and the very existence of high heels is a prison, the delicate silver heel of the shoe that Evie spent hours sourcing for her snaps off. 

Great. Perfect. This is just how she wanted the night to go. 

Mal pounds on the door with her fist instead. "Open up! I brought misery and disdain for the institution of love!" 

A thump. "And chocolate?" 

"No, I didn't steal any chocolate at all from my date with the king of Auradon," Mal says, as sarcastically as she can manage with one shoe on and the other broken to pieces in her hands. "Just let me in already." 

The door pops open. "You're late." Carlos informs her. "Evie already went back to your room." 

Wonderful. 

"I don't care," Mal informs him right back, and shoves her purse, which is tiny and lilac and stuffed to the brim with all the chocolate she could fit, into his hands. "I need this princess shit off my body yesterday. I am not cut out for valentine's day, that's what I've learned, and also Ben's going to dump me and I don't care."

"Woah. Uh. Maybe you should care--" 

Mal spins around to glare at him, and Carlos immediately throws his hands up. "I MEAN, your judgement is impeccable and we all hate Ben now!" 

Ugh. 

"I don't hate him," Mal snaps, yanking her earrings out and throwing them sort of in the direction of somebody's dresser. There's still enough empty space on the top for her to recognize it as a dresser, so signs point to it belonging to Carlos. "I hate love. And valentine's day. And dating."

"You said you hated froot loops yesterday." Carlos points out. "Because I took the last of them. So like, I'm gonna take this with a spoonful of salt here. Did your date not go well?" 

Mal rips the pins out of her hair with so much force that one of them flies into the mirror. It doesn’t shatter, which is a fucking shame. She would have liked to make an awful mess. "I hate love, and I'm going to die alone surrounded by the bones of my enemies. No, it did not "go well,”” She stops ripping out pins long enough to add air quotes, which are essential to the dramatic effect of it all. "He asked if I love him back, and I told him, again, that I don't know how to love people, and he made this horrible face and was so kind about the whole thing, and just-- ugh!" 

Carlos is hovering. "I’m…sorry?" 

"I'm sorry we ever came here." Mal spits, yanking her other shoe off and throwing it somewhere in the direction of Jay's shoe pile. "I don't-- I can't be a princess. I hate that I just-- I don't know how to do anything, and I hate when people look at me like I'm supposed to know what I'm doing, and there were all these cameras, and--augh!" 

"Jay's in the shower," Carlos offers. "If you want to bother him about it." 

"I want to hit something," Mal admits. It's not a perfect solution, but she's already feeling a little bit less like her skin is on too tight now that she's got her hair loose and wild around her shoulders and her earrings and stupid, uncomfortable, impractical shoes off. "I think-- d'you want to spar with us?" 

"Can't. Homework." Carlos gestures to the textbooks he's got spread out on the neater one of the boys’ beds. "I've got a test tomorrow and if I fail I'll have to retake the class." 

Mal leans over so she can see the textbooks. It looks like history, maybe. Something with a lot of dense text and no visible math problems. "I can't imagine you failing any test, furball." she says, meaning it. How well they thrived on the isle of the lost isn't a perfect gauge for how well they're doing in Auradon, but school is school no matter where they are, and Mal can't remember her little nerd ever failing a test.

 Carlos goes even tenser at her attempt at reassurance. "First time for everything." 

"Still, you failing?" Mal scoffs. "We're in Auradon, not Wonderland. Not everything is upside down and inside out and topsy-turvy. Or whatever Allie’s sayings are.. You'll be fine." 

"I'll be better if I study. Sorry. No sparring for me tonight." 

Ugh. Mal rips another pin out of her hair and throws it towards the mirror with the others. "Suit yourself. I'm going to go bother Jay into letting me beat the shit out of him."

Carlos flashes her a little half smile. "Have fun."

“Oh, I will,” Mal assures him, and spins around to go invade the sanctity of the boy’s showers. 

The short, barefoot walk down the hallway to the boy's bathrooms gives Mal critical time to think about her plan of attack. She's wicked and awful, naturally, but she's also not especially interested in getting shouted at by a teacher for being out of bed and in the boy's showers tonight. She's had enough of being shouted at by adults who think they know better than her. She's not some Auradon girl to be controlled, so she's simply not going to get caught. 

Which means she's going back to the boys room. 

At least she'll remember to grab some different shoes this time. 

"Fuck off, Mal," Carlos calls through the door when she knocks a second time. "You can't steal my shoes." 

"I can steal whatever I want, actually," Mal corrects him, opening the door and barging in, as is her right as their fearless leader. She is Mal of the Isle, and she's not a prize to be won or a princess to be wooed. She's going to steal whatever shoes she likes. "Jay's shoes don't fit me right." 

Carlos throws a pen at her. "Neither do mine, you're just delusional about the size of your own feet. At least take my sneakers if you're going sparring. I hate when we have to dig out the poison kit after hours." 

Mal sticks her tongue out at him. Her shoes are all perfect, and she's also perfectly aware of the size of her feet, which are currently half a shoe size smaller than the one Carlos wears.  As such, their shared approximate size gives her the right to steal his shoes whenever the princess ones she's been dressed in are too much for her to manage, physically or mentally. . "I'm taking the ones with spikes." 

"Are not." 

"Are so," Mal says, diving under the bed to where he keeps all four pairs of his shoes lined up. "I'm going to add more spikes while you're not looking. Poison-tipped ones. Razor-sharp." 

"Use porcupine quills, they're barbed." Carlos says helpfully, making absolutely no motion to get up and defend his shoes.

Mal shoves aside the fallen textbook, grabs the hoodie shoved under the bed for later, and ah. There’s her prize.  Boots (with spikes), dress shoes, cleats (more spikes), and there at the end, sneakers. 

"Fishhooks," Mal suggests. "The giant ones that rip holes when they come out. And I'll dip them in bleach powder so it burns the whole time they're inside." 

Carlos shudders. "Gross." 

"You're gross," Mal rips her dress over her head, and does not wince at the popping noise the shoulder seam makes. Evie can fix it again later, or they can burn it. Whichever. "I'm taking your clothes too."

"Wash the bloodstains out before you put them back." 

Shirt. Pants. Hoodie. Sneakers. 

Ill-gotten disguise on, Mal flashes him a thumbs up on her way back out the door. 

“Hey,” Mal calls out, keeping her voice intentionally low. She’s got the hood of Carlos’s stolen hoodie pulled up over her hair, and she’s relying on the sight of a familiar size-shape-color-scheme to deter anyone from looking too closely at her. Not that there’s many students around the boy’s bathroom at 9pm on Valentine’s night, but still. She’s not exactly looking to get caught. “Jaybird?” 

There’s no noise in the bathroom except for the irregular drip of a shower head that hasn’t been turned off quite hard enough. All the money in the world, and Auradon Prep still doesn’t have showers that actually work how they’re supposed to. 

It’s ridiculous. If Mal were in charge of the school budget she’d be putting all the money into showers. A hot shower and a  fireplace in every dorm, so that none of the students have to feel cold if they don’t want. That’s the budget priorities Mal would have. Warmth, and then food. The dining hall could stand to leave leftovers out longer after meals. 

…princesses don’t think about food. She’s been around Evie long enough to know that one. Princesses are tiny and perfect without even trying. Princesses eat salad and fruit and don’t order fries with anything. Princesses are the sort of people the king is supposed to be dating, and Mal is never, ever going to become that sort of person. 

“Mal?” 

Mal does not jump. She just— startles. Just a little. “Hey.”

There’s a smile playing at the corner of Jay’s mouth. “Hey yourself. I thought you’d be out with Ben still.” 

“You know price charming,” Mal waves a hand. “Had to have me home by midnight or else he was afraid I’d turn into a pumpkin.” 

“It’s nine thirty.” 

“Localized curse. The younger you are, the earlier it thinks you should be home. We picked nine, just to be safe.” 

“You can just say you had a bad date, killer,” Jay says. “I’ll be your alibi. You need a shovel?” 

Mal snorts. “It didn’t go that badly, give me some credit. I just freaked out when he started talking about love. While we were on a date to talk about love.” 

Fuck. 

A lot more of the evening makes sense when she frames it that way. None of the bullshit they’ve found online talks about dating the king of the entire country, but there’s a lot of website with mind-numbing names like psychology today and buzzbees news that make it very clear how important Auradon brats think nonverbal communication is. 

She went on a date. On Valentine’s Day. 

With Ben. 

“…Killer?” 

Focus. 

“Fuck off.” Mal snaps reflexively. “I’m fine. Just. Plotting.” 

Jay dodges around her for a pile of fabric, which reveals itself to be his Auradon-blue team hoodie. “You wanna plot somewhere a little better?” 

“What I want is to go home, but I’m not going to get that,” Mal says thoughtfully. “I was going to ask you to spar with me, but if you’ve got any better ideas I’m open to hearing them.” 

“Breaking and entering.” Jay says immediately. “We should blow this place. There’s that all-ages club in town—”

“If I have to touch another human being I’m going to scream.” 

Jay touches her arm deliberately, a sustained pressure that doesn’t even read as touch, just comfort. Mal drinks it in like he’s pouring the comfort directly onto all the jagged, awful pieces of her soul. “I’m not a human being?” 

“Shut up. You’re mine, it’s different.” 

“You’re mine, then.” 

There’s a piece of her heart that fits perfectly again the broken edges of his. Mal couldn’t let go of Jay if she tried, not for anything in the world. Not for her mother breathing fire at them, not for Fairy Godmother insisting that it’ll be good for them to make other friends, and not for a stupid holiday that says she’s only supposed to be tied to one person, and not even the one holding on to her right now. 

“Sure.” Mal agrees, because she can’t put words to the enormity of feelings she’s experiencing. Villains don’t have feelings, but she’s reformed now, and it’s harder to describe the feelings with words than it is to have them. “We can sneak out, see what trouble we can find.” 

“You’re all the trouble I need, killer.” Jay says, too honest. “I’ll take you out of here whenever you need. Wherever you want.” 

“Sap.” 

“Princess.” 

“Do I look like a princess to you?” Mal leans back to gesture at herself. The sweatshirt she stole isn’t Auradon-blue like Jay’s. It’s an old one, ratty in the way that all their old isle stuff is, and nearly transparent at the elbows. The seams are held together with Evie’s neat machine stitching, but the thread is three different shades of red and grey all mashed together, and there’s a hole in the edge of the hood that’s exposing the soft inside of it. Her sneakers are a size too big, and laced tight to compensate. Her hair is still a mess from the violent undoing that she’d subjected it to, and she can’t be bothered to try and tame it, not when her chest is bursting with feelings that don’t have any place to go except for out of her body, in tears or screams or whatever violence she’s able to inflict that will drive the awful right feeling out. 

“The prettiest princess in all the land,” Jay says, and jumps back before the words are even out of his mouth, out of the range of Mal’s swipe. “C’mon, killer. You’re the fiercest baby dragon I know. Come out with me. We can find trouble somewhere better than this.” 

"You're trouble already," Mal grumbles, but there's no bite to the words. She wants, wholly and completely, to be somewhere else. "The gates are locked for the night, you know." 

"No problem. Besides, you can just say you're on an important errand for the king and get through all the school security." 

"I could," Mal agrees. It's not like she's afraid of a little misplaced power when she can wield it. "But it's more fun to sneak out." 

Jay's grin is a bright flash in the darkness. "Hey, I've got a stupid idea." 

Mal grunts. "Shoot." 

"I could toss you over the fence." 

"The twenty foot fence." 

Jay shrugs. "It's more like twelve feet. At least according to the build specs." 

"Which you came across..." 

"Totally legally. They're in the library, if you know where to look for 'em." 

"You're impossible," Mal sighs. "Okay, once you toss me how are we getting you over?" 

"I'll jump." 

Over the twelve foot fence. "Sure, and when you break your leg falling back down?" 

"You'll magic me back together again. Humpty-dumpty this shit." 

"I don't think you actually know that rhyme."

"I know your rhymes," Jay shoots back. "You've got magic for levitation in the spellbook, yeah?" 

"I don't have the spellbook with me, wise guy." Mal points out. "I'm not even wearing my own shoes right now, what makes you think I memorized magic that'll get us over the fence?" 

Jay's eyes are too bright. She's going to have to use a spell just to hide him, and the magic will burn her out, and they'll get stuck on the wrong side of the fence, and-- that's what she would think, if she were Jane, or someone will less awesome magic powers. She's Mal of the Isle, and she's got this shit under control. 

"Dragon magic," Jay says cheerfully, like it's not late and they're not doing something totally against all of the rules they're supposed to be learning by sneaking out to the city. "I trust you, killer." 

"I could kill you," Mal grumbles, but she raises her hands and lets the magic gather there, blue-green sparks catching on her fingertips as she pulls the spell out from her mind. "Make this boy as light as air, hop the fence without a care." 

The magic falls over Jay in a net of shimmering sparks. They absorb in after a second, but the look suits him. Mal spares a thought for her sketchbook, which is tucked away in her locker with the rest of the books she hasn't had the time to touch in weeks, and the drawing her fingers are itching to make. "You can hop it now. You'll be light enough to jump over the fence with a regular leap." 

"Sweet!" Jay turns and drops to a knee. "Hop on." 

"Piggyback? Seriously?" 

"No better way to hop it together. Unless you'd rather I throw you over."

It's dangerous, and not just physically. Mal's been doing a pretty fucking good job at squashing down the feelings she's not supposed to have for her best friends, but this... 

She's emotionally illiterate, but Jay's offer to take her out tonight is like a picture book. Or one of those furniture instructions that doesn't even have language, just pictures to follow. 

He cares about you, Mal's traitorous brain whispers. More than your boyfriend does. 

Ugh. 

"Don't do anything stupid," Mal says, even as she's the one climbing on. "The spell should be good for a few leaps, but--" 

"Can't hear you, too busy blowing this place!" Jay grunts, pushing them both upright. "Let's fuckin' go--" 

"Don't--" 

"Hup!" 

Well. At least they're on the other side of the fence now, even if they crashed directly into the school holly bush on the landing. 

"Oww," Jay groans. "Might need a little more practice on that spell. I think there's something wrong with your magic assist on the landing." 

Mal yanks a leaf out of her arm. "There is no magic assist, dumbass. I tried to tell you, but somebody decided to go full steam ahead without listening to my warning. We're over now, and that's what matters." 

Jay mumbles something unintelligible. She can only assume it's rude, given the circumstances. Ugh, holly leaves are not the hot new accessory of the season, not even when they're doing a levitation act and sticking with a single thorn into her nose.

 "Speak up or shut up, jaybird." 

"I said--" It's impossible to tell in the darkness, but it looks like he might be blushing. The school grounds are supposed to have automatic lights, but a little wire cutting took care of that for them, and they're sneaking out under cover of darkness tonight. Mal's good at knowing her crew, but she can't be sure. "I, uh, you're important. To me." 

"Don't get mushy on me." 

"I'd never. Just. We're sneaking out together, and I wanted you to know, I'd never commit crimes and misdemeanors with anyone else." 

"Liar." 

Jay flashes her a smile, but he's doing the thing where he's got a hand tangled up in his hair, and it makes him look heart-wrenchingly sincere. "Yeah, but not to you." 

Oh, gods. "Don't go having feelings on me," Mal says, swallowing down the wobble that wants to creep into her voice. "I can't handle it. Not tonight, please." 

Just like that, Jay's posture melts into something different. Not quite his usual confidence, but something closer to normal. "Sure. No feelings. I can do that." 

"I don't--" Mal scrubs a hand over her eyes. "I didn't mean that you can't have feelings, just. I can't be the one to handle them tonight. I'll do whatever you want tomorrow, just-- can we just go be somewhere else tonight? I can't handle all this lovey stuff." 

Jay's shoulders melt even further. Mal can't look him in the eye, she can't, she won't-- 

He's smiling. His hand is so, so warm in hers. "Killer." 

"I'm sorry." 

He shrugs. "Whatever. You're allowed to have a bad night. I'll take you out, we can forget this ever happened tomorrow. Easy." 

"You should have someone better," Mal cries, and the horrible realization that she's crying sets in. "I don't want feelings for you!" 

"shit," Jay whispers, so quietly that Mal is sure she wasn't supposed to hear it at all. "Dragon, we don't have to do feelings like the Auradon brats. You can just be mine, and I can be yours, and we don't have to do any of the mushy shit that's freaking you out. We can just run away." 

"Together." 

"Yeah. Unless you spelled somebody else over the fence while I was distracted." 

Mal wipes the sleeve of her stolen hoodie across her nose. "Ugh, no. I don't use magic for just anybody." 

"See, there you go. I'm honored to be worthy of your magic, your royal evil-ness." 

“Fuck off,” Mal groans, and then before she can lose her nerve she steps close enough to cup his face in her hands. There’s no magic this time, but Jay’s skin is hot and soft under her palms, and it feels like there should be magic between them. “I’m the worst girlfriend in the world, so I won’t ever put you through that. I’m selfish, and I’m flaky, and I can’t say that I love you, and I can’t ever promise that I’ll be able to say it.” 

Jay’s face is a thundercloud. “Did Ben say you needed to say it back?” 

“No, but— Ben’s not here right now. That’s the point. He’s not the person I run to when everything in the world is too much for me to handle. Ben’s sweet and all, but he’s not who I want to be with when I’m upset. Can you imagine what he’d say if I suggested running away from the grounds?” 

“What ho good chap, let me summon a car to escort you from the venerable grounds of our fine institution,” Jay picks up her thread, mocking. “And yeah, I guess when you put it that way, it’s pretty silly to think about Ben taking care of you.” 

Mal sucks in a breath. “Exactly. He’s sweet, but I don’t know how to deal with sweet, and it feels like the pressure of it is killing me. You know how to push back when I’m being a monster, and I don’t know how to fit that into one of the relationship boxes I’m supposed to use here.” 

Jay tips his head into her hands. “We could make our own box.” 

“We could.” 

“I wouldn’t ask you to be my girlfriend.” 

Mal leans in. “I know,” she tells the space between Jay’s parted lips. “I know.” 

[changingplumbob]

Pancakes Household: Chapter 8, Part 5

In this part Bob tries another food sale and gets ready for his birthday. Eliza takes they day off and they celebrate him becoming an adult. Lastly Onyx has a new dream. Contains some sim spice, as usual no pixel private parts are shown.

Bob takes Ginger out for their regular run and decides to stream it to try increase his fame. He needs fame for promotion and a level 10 career is his dream. I take the opportunity to enjoy the views of the bay, as everyone else is at work or school.

Back home he washes his hands before beginning some more baking. The bench quickly becomes filthy but he reminds the camera that as long as they don’t dump the mixture on the counter, it’ll be fine. When Fergus and Onyx get home they both quicky skim through their homework before their after school activities. Good news today, Onyx has reached A student level! Will they be able to keep it with their cheer commitments though?

Bob: Let’s see here

Onyx: Later dad, I’m heading to practice

Bob: Good luck! Okay, everything is arranged. Come one, come all, we have fudge bars!

Before the sale gets too underway however the drone malfunctions. Bob has been using it a lot lately. Guess he will just have to charm customers by himself.

It seems like Bob may be inspiring some loyalty. The first few customers are all ones that purchased snacks from him at the dog park! Onyx arrives home and resists the temptation to grab a lemon bar for free. Fergus also arrives back from drama club at the same time and can talk to Briana who came around after school. She is not having a good day so Fergus tries to cheer her up with some jokes.

Eliza arrives home and has a proud wife moment when she sees all the sims keen to try Bob’s baking. Inside it’s grand meal leftovers for everyone. Following dinner while Bob is still doing his sale, Eliza heads to the computer to file reports for work, gaining level 4 in the entrepreneur skill. Onyx spends time practicing on the cheer mat and reaches level 2 fitness. Fergus plays on the treehouse with Briana and reaches level 9 creativity skill.

Bob: Guess who made 250 simoleons on their day off work? This guy

Eliza: Well done. Are you excited for your birthday tomorrow? I’m going to take the day off work

Bob: Why?

Eliza: *laughs* Because it’s your birthday

Eliza has to head to bed but Bob still has some energy. He teaches Ginger how to fetch then carries her inside to save her little legs the trouble.

Light begins to peak over the horizon and Bob and Eliza are snuggled together.

Eliza: Happy Birthday Sleek

Bob: *sleepily* Happy birthday to you

Eliza: *giggles* your birthday, not mine

Bob: My birthday? That must be why I’m waking up next to a drop dead gorgeous woman

Eliza: Bob, I’m not that-

Bob: You are beautiful Jumble, inside and out. Thanks for sticking with me through it all. I love you so much

Eliza: And I love you, clothing piles and all. Now, I do have a day off, the kids can get themselves ready for school… Do you want to start your birthday off right?

...

Onyx: Did you have a good night ginger? Weird, mother is normally up by now. Must be resting

...

Bob: Please… faster…

Eliza: Is that an official birthday request? I’ll take it into consideration

Bob groans in delight as Eliza speeds up.

...

Fergus: You seen dad yet?

Onyx: Nah, he’s probably sleeping in for his birthday. We better be quiet when we leave so we don’t wake them up

The kids have indeed left for school by the time Bob and Eliza get out of bed. While Dale was obsessed with kitchen things it would appear Ginger is fascinated by bathroom plumbing. Following a quick breakfast Eliza suggests they head to the island off the coast to get their exercise in, oh how I wish there was an option to have sims go jogging together. Eliza takes Ginger so Bob has a chance to see how fast he can run without worrying about if the dog can keep up.

Of course no trip to the island would be complete without a visit to the top of the lighthouse. And, since it’s Bob’s birthday after all, a trip inside the lighthouse. I mean it’s a very cloudy day so really they were doing a public service making that light shine out.

Eliza: Oh Bob... is that your adult look?

Bob: It’s not too ridiculous is it

Eliza: It’s completely you Sleek. Ready to age up?

Bob: As ready as I'll ever be

He blows the candles out and spins up while Eliza does her best to sing happy birthday.

Bob hates parties, they are a nightmare for loner sims. However Eliza did manage to convince him to have his friends come over for a “casual catch up” and sure enough Bob enjoys it. He doesn’t feel quite so out of the loop now Onyx has aged up and he can join the discussions on the perils of raising teens.

After school Fergus does his homework before drama club and Onyx fits in some cheer practice since the watcher didn’t have time to follow them to school more this week. In the kitchen, while the adults chat, Ginger has realised that a crime has been committed. Her food bowl is empty! She begins to yap in distress until Eliza comes over to fix the situation.

Ginger: *yapping* thank goodness Mother, I almost STARVED

Harvey: I just don’t understand why he won’t accept some more money. It's not like they couldn't use it

Bob: Maybe he wants to be his own person

Harvey: Yeah or maybe Samir is telling him not to

Kayleigh: Look we don’t know Samir much, let’s give him the benefit of the doubt. He was the more attentive of the two when we gave Reece the woohoo talk

Harvey: All I know is we have more than enough and our son is choosing to sleep in a ruin of a house *sighs*

Bob: Do you regret letting him move out

Kayleigh: It’s not that exactly Bob. We're glad he's getting out in the world...

Harvey: It’s more, it hurts imagining him uncomfortable when we could help. I think I'll try give Reece money for his birthday

Bob: If it helps, I can deal with dirty surroundings just fine. Not everyone needs the dust free life to be comfy

The guests are gone by the time the kids get home and Bob figures it would be fine to work on his skills for promotion.

Bob: Do you two mind if I do my cooking livestream

Fergus: Pretty sure you’d do it anyway

Bob: Maybe but I wouldn’t enjoy it as much

Onyx: *laughs* go ahead dad, we’re almost done

Bob: Today followers, we will be looking at the best way to cook a rack of lamb. First step, don’t be imagining cute fluffy lambs while cooking, that’s how I get gloomy

Bob continues walking through his cooking process and once the rack is done reaches level 10 Gourmet Cooking skill. I’m so proud of him, well done Bob!

Fergus heads to play some games but Onyx has other tasks on their mind. First they set the table, then they check the house for dirty dishes. Finally they pick up Ginger’s latest poop to throw away. They want a horse! Of course a horse is a big ask for their parents so they’re trying to get everything just right to convince them that they should have one.

Eliza: My husband, level 10 gourmet cooking! Oh it’s simply too good for words!

Ginger: *yaps* you’ll cook me pet food when???

Eliza: I myself managed to level up my debating skill, so all that’s left for the next promotion is charisma

Bob: Oh hey, maybe we should throw a dinner party sometime. Take advantage of the charisma boost that comes if it goes well

Eliza: A proper dinner party will take a lot of planning

Bob: I’m sure we can do it together

Fergus is practising his dramatics, despite being too short for the mirror, when Ginger finds him.

Ginger: *yaps* I would like some attention and I would like it now

Fergus: Oh hey Ginger, you are just mastering going up and down stairs aren’t you

Ginger: *yaps* Of course, I’m a dog

Fergus: What have you been doing? You’re all dirty!

Ginger: *yaps* beats me, I literally just stood here and it happened

Before bed Onyx has time for some cheer practice, and judging by their routine, they need it! After falling over several times they cut their losses and head to bed before they can get more bruises. In the morning Bob is first to the breakfast table for once.

Bob: What’s all this

Onyx: They’re called placemats dad

Bob: I know, I do work in a restaurant Onyx, but why are they out? I thought we only used them for fancy times

Onyx: I thought you might like them

Bob: That’s sweet kid. Morning whippersnapper

Fergus: Morning dad

Onyx: Dad, as I’m sitting here eating this brilliant meal so lovingly cooked-

Bob: Alright kid, what is it

Onyx: What do you mean

Bob: I’m a chef, I can tell when something’s getting buttered up

Fergus: Yeah Onyx, even I could smell the cheese a mile away

Onyx: *rolls eyes* I was wondering… would I be able to… maybe if you’re okay with it… get a horse

Bob: *is surprised* Oh, well you know how it goes. Changes in the house get run past the mother

Onyx: But dad if you said yes-

Bob: Wait until your mother is here

Previous Part ... Next Part

[jamesbetch]

Begin Again

Chapter 7

In the days that followed, the Triwizard Tournament had been announced as well as the arrival of the student from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. In a few days the champions from each school will be chosen but that wasn’t important at the moment.

What was important was that her date with James was tomorrow.

It was currently Friday night and her dorm was a complete and utter mess. Hermione sat on her bed, alongside Lily, as they watched her pull out every piece of clothing that she owned.

She would pull out an outfit, try it on, complain that it wasn’t good enough before practically tearing it off, and throwing herself on her bed while groaning as she tried to control her tears of frustration.

“I have nothing to wear!” Stephanie whined.

Hermione and Lily looked at the huge piles of clothes, her clothes, that laid scattered around the room before glancing at one another.

“What if I can’t find anything to wear? I can’t just show up naked!” She exclaimed while sitting up on her bed.

“I doubt James would complain.” Lily snickered.

“Lily!” She scolds before throwing a pillow at her. “I’m serious!”

“I thought you were Stephanie.”

Lily continues to laugh as Hermione joins her while Stephanie just throws herself backwards, staring up at the ceiling.

“How am I meant to impress him if I can’t find anything to wear?”

——————

“How am I meant to impress her if I can’t find anything to wear?”

James laid on his bed while staring at the ceiling, his dorm in a similar state as Stephanie’s. The four marauders stared at him as he wallowed in self pity, completely unaware of the fact that Stephanie laid in a similar state as him.

As Chris moved closer to try and cheer him up, stating that ‘it wasn’t anyone important, it was just his sister’, Harry, Luke and Ron walk pass their dorm - whose door was open for some reason.

The three boys stop their conversation as they see the state in which the marauders dorm was in, and the state their father was in.

“Is he ok?” Luke asks while looking at his dad who was sprawled over his bed.

“No.” All four boys replied at the same time.

“Prongs, here, is worried about his date and claims that he doesn’t have anything to wear.” Sirius adds in a mocking tone causing Chris, Remus, Peter and Ron to snicker - Harry and Luke tried to hold back their laughter for their dad’s sake.

“Wait!” James suddenly sits up on his bed as if he just had the greatest idea of all time. “You’re all friends with her!”

“What a keen observation, mate.” Remus says as all the boys continue laughing.

“No-“ James starts while standing up after shooing Chris away. “I mean, you’re friends with her.”

“I think you’ve made it perfectly clear that they’re friends with her, James.” Peter says causing another round of laughter.

“Shut up!” James yells back at them before turning to look at the three boys, who he now stood in front of. “What I meant was that since they’re friends with her, they obviously know what she likes.”

“So?” Sirius asks.

“So,” James says with a wide grin. “You’re going to help me find an outfit that will impress her.”

“We can’t.” Harry replies.

“Why not?”

“Well- because we- uh-“ Harry stutters, not wanting to throw his mum under the bus and tell their dad that they were on their way to his mum’s dorm to help her find an outfit to impress him. “We have homework.”

“Homework?” James repeats before scoffing. “Homework isn’t as important as my date with the love of my life.”

“But-“ Harry glances at Luke.

“No buts, come on. I need your help, these tossers don’t know what they’re doing.”

“Hey!” Four voices exclaim at the same time.

“I can’t!” Luke says.

“Why not?”

“I- uh- have detention. With Mcgonagall.” Luke replies, glancing around the room nervously. “And I’m already late. So, I should really get going.”

“But-“

“Good luck!” Luke yells before running away - Harry staring after his little brother with an offended look, knowing that he was actually going to their mum’s dorm.

“Well, I still have you two.” James says before dragging them into their dorm and slamming the door shut.

——————

The door to their dorm was slammed open causing the three girls to jump in fear. They look towards the door only to find a disheveled Luke standing in front of the closed door with his back resting on it.

“Merlin’s beard, Luke.” Hermione breathes out while placing her hand on her heart.

“Are you okay?” Stephanie asks in concern.

“Why are you so out of breath?” Lily adds.

“I had to run away from James and the other boys, though Harry and Ron weren’t so lucky.”

“James?” Stephanie sits up. “You were running away from James? Why? What do you mean Harry and Ron weren’t so lucky?”

Lily and Hermione eye one another with teasing smiles, trying to hold in their laughter at their friends’ desperation.

Lucerys on the other hand wasn’t sure on whether or not telling her the truth. He didn’t want to throw his dad under the bus but he also didn’t want to lie to his mum.

So he did the only logical thing.

“We were on our way to your dorm when we passed by theirs. He was laying in his bed freaking out about not being able to find a good enough outfit that will impress you, so when he saw us he begged us to help him. Harry said that we couldn’t because we ‘had homework’ but he didn’t care so I said that I couldn’t because I had detention, which was obviously not true, and then I ran away.” Luke finishes before taking a deep breath.

Stephanie smiles while her face heats up. “He was freaking out because he couldn’t find an outfit to impress me?”

“He begged Harry and Ron to help him?” Lily asks.

“He didn’t care about your homework?” Hermione asks.

They turn to look at Hermione who had an annoyed look on her face at the thought of him dismissing the topic of homework like that.

“Right, that’s not important right now.” She clears her throat. “Continue.”

“Well, what did he say? What did he do?”

“Well, he was mostly laying in his bed looking, somewhat, depressed. And Chris, Sirius, Remus and Peter kept on making fun of him. But he looked really happy when he got Harry and Ron to help him.” Luke recounts after sitting down beside the girls.

Stephanie squeals in excitement while getting up from her bed and running over to her pile of clothes. “No one is leaving this dorm until we have chosen the perfect outfit. We need to make sure that he’s left impressed - like so impressed that his jaw is on the floor.”

All three teenagers take a deep breath before getting up from the bed and start rummaging through the countless piles of clothes that were scattered around the room.

Lucerys and Hermione in particular had a different level of desperation than Lily, and even Stephanie, as they knew that this was the moment that could kickstart Stephanie and James’ relationship, that would later bring the birth of Harry and Luke.

[aylivaa]

ᝰ NEUN : ARGUMENT m.list • next chap

The second week of school quickly ended for Zayne and Mira. Although they had talked every now and then during class, they no longer saw each other privately.

After the relaxed introductory week at school, the students were literally overwhelmed with work and homework, which is why she already had to spend most of her time at home.

The initial euphoria of the school year was also slowly disappearing and she had settled into the everyday life of her new school. In the meantime, she knew where the rooms were, who all her teachers were and where she could find what.

But that also started the challenge of school life; she had less and less time to go out or live out her hobbies. Instead, she fought every day against the pile of homework on her desk and just when she finished, it was time to sleep.

Today was also such a day: it was Friday evening and she had been sitting on her history project for several hours, which she had to hand over next week. She was incredibly irritated and gradually all the tasks rose to her head, and she was afraid that she would leave this bad mood out on someone at home.

Just when she had decided to take a little break and ran into the kitchen to make herself a tea, her mother opened the front door humming and walked in with several shopping bags. Mira greeted her politely and then just walked past her.

The communication between her mother and her became increasingly tense, she noticed that at that moment, and she wondered how long it would take for one of them to finally break.

She put on water and already put a cup on the small worktop so that she could go back to her room until her mother blocked the door with a demonstrative movement and pointed one hand into the kitchen as if she would symbolize Mira that she should return.

Mira sighed irritatedly and pushed her mother's arm away as gently so that she could pass, but this time her mother was really serious. She didn't let go and grabbed Mira by the shoulders before she pushed her back in and closed the door behind the two.

"How much longer will we ignore each other?" she asked a moment later and brushed her hair out of her face before putting it up with a hair clip. Mira evaded her gaze and instead stared out the window while she hoped inwardly that her mother would end the conversation quickly. She didn't feel like arguing, and she didn't want to say anything that could hurt her mother.

"I have to do homework," she said when she realized that her mother didn't want to let go, but she still didn't move an inch from the spot.

"Tomorrow is the weekend, you have enough time for homework."

"But I want to do them today."

"Mira -"

"Mom."

For a moment, the two just stared at each other, and Mira could see the dismay in their eyes. She really didn't want to hurt her mother, but her mother should also accept that the two needed time apart.

"I would like to talk to you, but I have the feeling that you have completely closed yourself and won't let me in anymore," she remarked after a while and stepped from one foot to the other.

Mira sighed for the dozenth time that evening and lowered her head.

"I just don't want to talk about it, that's all," she replied.

"You're too hard on me," her mother replied. "As you can see, I'm trying to change some things, but you're still hanging on past things and -"

"Past things?" Mira said now horrified and leaned away from the kitchen top.

"I'm attached to past things? Mom, just a few weeks ago you were the one who passed on all my savings to my father, if you remember?"

"Mira, but I have already apologized for that!" her mother now also shouted in horror and took a step towards the young girl, who did not let herself be irritated by it.

"It doesn't matter," she replied in a calm tone. "Just because you apologized doesn't mean I forgot it right away. I'm still hurt, and that won't change anytime soon."

Mira watched her mother freeze for a moment before she caught herself and waved her hands in the air.

"Mira, I will be patient with you because this situation is very exhausting for all of us, but you can't judge me so much either."

"I want to go to my room."

"No, I want to solve this."

"I want to go to my room," she repeated, trying to walk past her mother, but her mother just didn't let her pass, which irritated the young girl even more.

Since her mother provoked the quarrel between the two, one of them would fall asleep crying tonight - with a great probability it was Mira if she did not go to her room now and thus avoided the dispute.

"You are far too hard on me," her mother repeated again. "I may have done the wrong thing, but I still always tried to be there for you and Elias."

"Yes," she interrupted her mother and tiled her head as if she could then understand her mother better, but she was far too angry, far too hurt, far too disappointed -

"But if my father hadn't just kicked you out of the house, you would still stand by him."

» 🤍 «

— 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : @dxmoness @reneezsq @lxdymoon0357 @yoghurtsan

[raptorsaurusmelain]

Let me show you... Youtube -chapter 17

I went to the dentist today and my mouth is still hurting for the descaling. Send help.

Warning : no proof reading, English is not my mother tongue.

If you are interested in reading this fic, the tag "#twst lmsyy" will give you all the chapters.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Once they had everything they went back to the dorm. The delivery would only be on Sunday so they had a tranquil night. Victoria read the books Trein gave her to help Yuu with their studies. It was interesting to see the story about both worlds and that they still did not have any world wars. The nearest thing they had was the Briar Valley against human war.

She was intrigued by how they achieved peace, she didn’t get there in the game. (we won’t spoil anymore here ;) )

She closed the old dusty book. Maybe she should write all her questions on paper and do a thorough review with Trein. [Not a bad idea. It would be better to learn about the situation with other words to see if I understood correctly.]

She spent her night writing down her questions. She knew from the game that Yuu would be struggling with the classes. At the same time what do you expect from being paired with Grim ? He was cute of course, but a little disorganized. And didn’t listen to classes very well. He was… Quite a bad student to tell the truth. His notes were mostly drawings of fishes and words here and there. She shouldn’t say anything about his notes, hers were a mix between words and little schemas about what the teacher spoke. Her notes were unreadable and she was ashamed of it. Some people tried to understand her notes, but even her best friend preferred to read anyone else's notes. And start talking to me about her thesis notes. It was just a pure drawing of circles and arrows in every direction.

She sighed while brushing her teeth. She should set up an example, she should do her best to show them that rigorous work could bring them everywhere. Even archmages, like Grim wanted.

She lay down in her bed. Tomorrow would be a great day of showing love to Yuu and Grim.

When they had breakfast, she announced her plan for the day : first they would need to repair the roof in case of rain. For the moment they were lucky but from the weather cast Victoria saw on the TV, it won’t last long. Even if NRC had fairies to control the weather you never know what could happen. -*Cough* fairy gala *cough*-. 

To avoid having Yuu and Grim on the roof, she told them they could watch what they wanted on the TV.

Victoria filled multiple buckets with tiles to pull up to the roof and lay a tarp to avoid dirtying her clothes. she delicately took off the old broken tiles and put the new ones, one by one. She stopped for the morning when she finished doing a quarter of the roof.

When she got down, Yuu and Grim surprised her by doing some tuna sandwiches with the tuna they bought the day before. She thanked them and give them their second job of the day : receive the old tiles and put them in the trash pile.

Victoria watched them from the roof doing their best. They were very cute, lifting the bucket like they could. [My babies are so cuuuute].

She continued her hard work and called it a day when half of the roof was done. [I need a bath and make dinner].

She looked at Yuu and Grim. “Play and do your homework, I am going to take a bath for an hour.”

It was a much needed self care after all.

They had hot dog spaghetti that night and Victoria verified their homework. Even if Yuu wasn’t going to school at the moment, Victoria served as the link between the teacher and the Child. She brought the homework, the teacher corrected it and gave it back with new homework.

But when Yuu began to struggle in math, Victoria watched with more attention the homework. The functions given were unnecessarily hard for their year. [What the hell ? What’s happening ?]

Victoria did her best to teach Yuu about integrals from the very beginning, trying to make the class interesting. Yuu then said something very worrying. “I prefer your way to explain it, I understood it better.”

Victoria didn’t like that. It was a teacher’s job to make sure the class understood the class materials.

The morning after, Yuu woke up and while having breakfast decided to tell Victoria that they were ready to go to class again.

Victoria nagged them about the way Yuu was packing their books. “You should be more carefuuul, they are going to be torn like this !”.

Yuu answered. “They are just books, everything is going to be alright !”

Victoria’s eyes widened and placated her hands around the side of the bag. “How DARE you ? They are living beings too !”

Yuu and Grim laughed at Victoria’s seriousness. [So I am funny after all !] Thought a very satisfied Victoria.

When they were at school, Crowley interrupted Victoria in her mindless swiping. “I bid you good morning Victoria ! I saw that the repairs of the dorm have started!”

Victoria was very suspicious. “Hello Sir… I began mending the roof, I only did half of it.”

Crowley was impressed. “Half of it in a day ? Good gracious, you are really determined !”

Victoria was jaded. “I am determined to have a roof that is not leaking, yes.”

Crowley felt a little bit uneasy with this comment. “Where did you learn about repairing a roof ? It must have been strenuous.”

Victoria inhaled and exhaled loudly. “Youtube.”

Crowley blinked. “I have a sense that it will be your answer to all the questions we have.”

And he was right.

Tag : @hipsterteller @boba-tea-fish

[grace---13]

peter parker x clumsy reader

note: i just had a thought, inspired by a post i saw, about how peter parker would catch her and what not because of his spider senses.

PS: this hasn’t been edited so it’s not going to be perfect 🤷‍♀️🤘

it was mid autumn, the walk to the library made that clear. the bright orange and red leaves that fell to the ground and then slowly turned brown, losing their pigment.

the library was quiet. my apartment was not. so it was an obvious choice when i was assigned a last minute pop-quiz.

my books are stacked in my arms and my phone, keys and pencil case sits on top of them. i let one of my friends borrow my tote bag so i was bag-less but it was a short walk so i wasn’t worried.

as i approached the library i realised i didn’t have a free hand to open the door, it’s ok just balance, i thought to myself.

a key detail i forgot to mention about myself is that i am very clumsy. i fall, drop, smash and break things and myself most days of the week. random bruises just appear on my arms and legs and i have no idea how they got there.

so balance didn’t come naturally.

as i lifted one of my hands out from underneath my pile of books to open the door the pile started to sway and my phone started to slip off the top book.

i saw it in slow motion. my phone slipping off my books and losing all other balance to try to grab it, therefor dropping what i was holding.

peters hand came from nowhere. he just appeared and caught my phone, books and pencil case all in one hand.

i just looked at him shocked. he grinned at me

“you need to be more careful darling” it was the beginning to a conversation we had all the time.

“being careful isn’t easy” i say back trying to get my books out of his hands and he easily dodges me, not dropping anything. “not all of us are ballerinas, parker” i smiled at him. he grinned back

i opened the doors to the library as he followed carrying all my things, which i didn’t feel the best about but he insisted

i sat down at my normal table as peter say opposite me, placing my books at the side of us as to not block his view of me.

“what was it now?” he questioned looking at the books before looking back to me.

“Professor Banner is assigning us more biology homework and a pop-quiz for tomorrow on enzymes” i commented opening my notebook and the textbook.

“he needs a vacation” peter commented while crossing his arms on the table and laying his head on them. watching me work.

“do you not have things to do, parker?” i questioned not looking up from my textbook.

“nothing more important than this” he replied with a grin on his face. i smiled back, my face looking at my book as a blush rose to my cheeks.

“watching your girlfriend study for a test?” i questioned looking up at him.

“watching my girlfriend, full stop. do you know how beautiful you are to look at” he commented making the blush on my cheeks rise even higher and go a deeper shade of pink.

—-

i had been in the library for about an hour now, with peter sitting opposite me keeping me company.

i realised i needed another textbook and said to peter that i would be back in a second after looking for the book.

i pushed out my chair and went to stand up from the table when my foot got caught on it. i was gonna fall over for the fifth time today, great.

i tried to catch myself to stop the fall but it was no use.

one moment i was accepting that i was gonna hit the ground hard and the next i was in peters arms as he caught me from falling.

our faces were inches apart.

“hiya darling” he smiled pecking me on the lips. “if you wanted my attention you didn’t need to pull a trick like that” he pecked me again before putting me back on my feet.

“thanks peter” i smiled kissing his cheek as i continued on to the section of the library i needed.

while scanning the rows of books peters hand slid into mine, i reached up and grabbed the book i was looking for but not before knocking another one down.

without even taking his hand out of mine he caught the book, with ease may i add.

“baby” he said making me turn round to him. his hand shot out above my head to stop another book falling, i didn’t even know i had knocked that one down.

i flinched and shut my eyes.

peter touched my cheek slowly, a ghost of his normal touch. “baby” he said once more to which i opened my eyes, noticing that both books that had fallen were on the table behind us. “watch out” he said, his voice a whisper as he lent in closer and kissed me. it wasn’t a peck. he took my breath away with it. peter deepened the kiss and picked me up, my legs naturally wrapping themselves around his waist as he walked us back to the table.

“don’t drop me” i said to peter as he carried me over to the table. he looked at me and chuckled before kissing me once more

[nn1895]

The Night of the Storm 2/2

The kid fic vampire transformers story was supposed to be a one shot.  Came into my head quickly, got scribbled down, posted, done.

Then, in a moment of weakness, needing words to reach that 1667 count, I continued it.  Here it is:

Tap. Tap.

Prowl didn’t bother onlining his optics.

“Jazz.  Go home.”

A muffled “come on!” came from outside his window.

Prowl rolled over and buried his helm under a pillow.

“Prooowwwl,” the other sparkling wailed.  “Let me in!”

“No.”

“But it’s cold!”

“Go home and bother Ricochet.”

“PROOOWWWWLLL –“

He wasn’t going to stop.  Prowl shoved himself up and crawled to the bottom of his berth were it butted up under the window.

Outside, hovering, faceplates pressed against the glass, was an accident prone energon-seeker with less common sense than a glitch mouse.

Prowl knelt up and unlatched the window.  Jazz tumbled onto his berth, bouncing slightly before unrolling like a carpet and flopping down, helm resting against Prowl’s thigh.

“Hi!” he said, smiling up at Prowl.  “Thanks for letting me in!”  He snuggled against his leg.

Prowl gave him a shove and crawled back to the helm of the berth.

“You know I have school tomorrow, right?”

He got back under the covers and pushed his pillow into the right shape before laying his helm down.

“Yeah sure!”  Jazz rolled over and hopped on his knees up to sit next to Prowl.  He looked from the covers to Prowl and back again, making a mournful noise.

“Fine.”  Prowl wiggled and lifted the blankets for Jazz.  He immediately scooted inside and plastered himself against Prowl.

The routine was very familiar by now.

They laid there in silence.  Prowl tried to fall back asleep.

“Don’t you have something to do?” Prowl asked finally.  “Like – I don’t know – energon-seeking?”

“Carrier says ‘m a ‘hindrance’ –“ he carefully sounded out the word, “and that Ah need ta learn how ta be charming ‘stead of just cute.”  Jazz shrugged.  “Ah thought Ah was doing okay.  The femme sold us the spare energon.”

“And that’s good enough for energon-seekers?” Prowl asked.  Jazz, unsurprisingly, was incredibly chatty and would never be trusted with any secrets.

“For a while.”  He shrugged.  “It’s better than just straight energon outta the ground.  Won’t replace the real deal.”

The real deal.  Energon taken out of a living bot.

He didn’t know a lot about the reality of energon-seekers.  Nothing much beyond what the movies and the books said – and he knew those were probably wrong.  He could have asked – Uncle Magnus or Jazz’s Carrier would have been happy to tell him.  Scrap, he could have even asked Jazz.  But he hadn’t.

Prowl hadn’t asked – not out of politeness because Jazz wouldn’t notice manners if they smacked him in the face – because it still frightened him a little.  The idea of someone draining away his life’s energon, even if it was just a small amount.

When he was sitting up at night, picking away at his pile of homework or cleaning, he couldn’t quite shake the image of the monsters from the movies.  Sometime they gaunt, dark-opticked energon-seeker from the movie would merge with Jazz in his processor and –

It faded whenever Jazz found his way back into Prowl’s room – and into his lap – but it always made Prowl feel slightly ashamed.  He knew Jazz wasn’t like that.  He liked Jazz’s Carrier and they weren’t like that either.

All of the mixed up feelings – shame, embarrassment, and that edge of fear had kept him from actually asking how energon-seekers and energon worked.

Well, he hadn’t ended up in Emergency Services four times because he was a coward!  Prowl vented slowly and turned towards Jazz, who was now nibbling on his blanket because Jazz was a turbopuppy that couldn’t be left alone.

“Stop that!  You’ll put a hole in it!”

“Mmon’t!” Jazz mumbled as Prowl tugged it out of his mouth.  “Hey!”

“Do you have to bite everything?” Prowl asked, exasperated.  “Am I going to find you nibbling my digits in the middle of the night?”

“No!” He sounded indignant.  “Ah told you!  Carrier says ya gotta ask first!  An’ ya said no.”

Prowl blinked.

“What – you mean that first night we met?”

Jazz nodded.  “No means no.  It means no wheedlin’, no threatenin’, and no forgettin’ when ya want ta.  Ya gotta respect the rights of other sentient being.”

“So you’ll never ask me again?”  It should have been reassuring, but for some reason it…wasn’t.

“Not if ya don’t want me ta.”  Jazz was smiling proudly.

Jazz was…cute.  Prowl would be lying if he said otherwise.  He was smaller and younger and he did silly things that should have made Prowl mad, but instead just made him laugh.

It would be stupid to be scared of Jazz.

“What if I did want you to?”

Jazz  tilted his helm. “To do what?”

“If I wanted to…” Prowl tried to explain with gestures, but Jazz just stared at his servos.

That wasn’t working.  He tried again.

“What if I wanted you to ask again and if I said yes.  About you biting me,” he clarified.  Wow, not something he’d ever expect to say.

Jazz sat up and Prowl followed.

“Would you?”  There was a seriousness his Jazz’s optics that Prowl didn’t remember ever seeing before.  Even when he’d been lost and alone.

“I…might.  What would that mean?”

“Well,” Jazz said slowly, digging his claws into the blanket scrunched down around his hips.  “If ya say yes ta one, it can just be the one time.   Some bots that don’t mind it, they get paid and set up a schedule.  Some just do it the once.”  He shrugged.  “It’s whatever you want it ta mean.  Ya say yes and Ah bite ya or ya say no and Ah don’t.”

“And you biting me would be like…?”  Prowl found himself morbidly curious what getting bitten by an energon-seeker was like.  The movies had made it seem violent and terrifying.  Also fatal.  Which couldn’t be right.

“Don’t know!” Jazz said brightly.  “Never been bitten!  Except by Rico when he’s mad.  It don’t hurt, Ah know that. I think ya supposed ta fuel more the day before or the day after, but Ah’m not sure.  Otherwise…that’s it!”  He smiled again.

Prowl vented and thought.  It didn’t sound bad…and Jazz needed it to live…

“If you…if you want to ask again?” he said hesitantly.

“Ask again?”

“If you want to ask to bite me again one day…I’ll say yes.”

Jazz’s optics widened to the size of Prowl’s fists and his mouth dropped open.

“So if Ah ask ta bite ya, you’ll say yes?”

“Yes.”

His face broke into a smile, brighter than daylight.

“Ah can?!  Okay!”

“Yes, maybe tomorrow we can talk about a time– “

At that point, Jazz lunged over him and bit his forearm.  Hard.

“JAZZ!”

Prowl was rolling out of the berth before he even realized he was moving.  He stared.

Jazz was hanging off his arm, floating mid-air, optics squinted shut, smiling broadly around Prowl’s wrist.

Prowl shook him.  Jazz rumbled in contentment.

Well scrap.

“Jazz,” he said, “I didn’t mean right now.”  Nothing.

Scrap. Scrap. Scrap.

Prowl brought the arm – and Jazz – closer to his optics and stared.

Each of Jazz’s four sharp teeth were embedded in his plating and, likely, in the energon tubing below.  If he concentrated, Prowl could feel the smallest of power draws near each tooth as his frame tried to send more energon to the site of the leak to keep his plating from graying.

If he looked even closer – Strongarm had spent two days arguing with Uncle Magnus to get him the magnification mod – he could see energon moving through the hollow center of each fang.  His energon.

It didn’t hurt – ached a bit and he was sure it was going to be sore and sensitive – but overall Prowl would rate getting bitten by an energon-seeker as one of the better experiences on his list.

“Jazz.”

“Mmmhmm,” Jazz mumbled, flexing his fangs so that they sunk just a little deeper.

“Jazz, when are you going to be done?”  He wanted to get some recharge before tomorrow’s exam.

“Mmmmmm.”

Well that was no help.  Prowl should have expected it.

“Okay, well, let’s get back in the berth.”  Better to be comfortable, Kup always said, just as he commandeered the only stool in the room and parked himself down.

Between poking and nudging, Prowl got Jazz back on the berth and then under the covers.

“Shove over.”  Jazz scooted back, dragging Prowl forwards by the arm and pulling the cover’s over his helm.

“Jaaaazzzz…” Prowl climbed back in and pushed on Jazz until he got him up against the wall on the very narrow berth.  Jazz whined and Prowl tucked a pillow behind him.

Prowl arranged them so that Jazz was on his back, his helm resting on Prowl’s shoulder.  Prowl’s trapped arm was wrapped up and around which Jazz apparently approved of, because he immediately tucked one servo up into Prowl’s elbow and snuggled in.

Good for him.

“If I do badly on my exam because I didn’t get any recharge, Jazz…” Prowl warned, settling in for a long night.

Then he promptly fell into recharge.

0-0-0

Jazz woke in the night.  Where was he?

Oh, right, Prowl.

Prowl!

Prowl had let Jazz bite him!  Now they were best friends!

Jazz chirped and rolled over so he could wrapped his arms around Prowl more easily.  The other sparkling was out like a light, optics dark, venting coming slow and even.

Jazz loved Prowl.

Prowl was smart and brave and the best bot in the whole world.  He’d found Jazz when Jazz was lost and then he’d found Jazz’s family – well, called his uncle and his uncle found them, but all the same – and then he’d kept letting Jazz in, even after they were both home and safe.

Even in their strange community, energon-seekers were seen as a bit odd, Jazz knew this.  Other sparklings had told him so.  Carrier had tried to explain it once, but after they’d started talking about a war that had happened 12 millennia ago that involved Unicron, Primus, and the planet splitting, Jazz had just sat there in confusion.  What did that have to do with the other sparklings not wanting to be his friend?

Carrier hadn’t tried again.

Prowl wasn’t scared though.  Prowl didn’t even really get mad at him!  Not like everyone else did.  Prowl just got huffy and grumpy, but he never really said no to Jazz.  He just shoved and squished and got Jazz into a better position and went about his day.

He did say no about some things.  Jazz was not allowed to asked about his creators, follow him to school, or pick Prowl up and fly him without asking first – and Prowl had to be awake to ask him, dream-speak didn’t count.

Prowl was the first bot ever that Jazz had done dream-speak with.

He hadn’t done it on purpose.  Carrier had never bothered to teach him or Rico about it because no one used it anymore.  You had to ask now because of – something something rights of all sentient beings – something something else citizenship.  It meant that energon-seekers and bots didn’t used to see each other as the same and did bad things that Carrier wouldn’t talk about.

So, when he’d snuck into berth with Prowl and started talking to him – because he had a lot to say and it didn’t really matter if Prowl was awake or not to hear it – suddenly Prowl had started answering him!  That had been cool!

Seeing Prowl’s dreams had been even cooler and also, at first, terrifying.  It was like he was watching it inside his own helm – dreaming awake.  He could feel Prowl’s mind – quicksilver and strong – shaping the inner reality.  When he’d realized Jazz was there, he’d quickly shaped it around Jazz to pull him into the dream as well.

Prowl had tried to describe what it was like to see Jazz in his dream.  He’d said it was like being asleep and awake at the same time.

Maybe…now that Prowl was okay with Jazz biting him, he’d be willing to try the dream-speaking again.  He’d liked seeing inside Prowl’s processor.  It had felt safe.

0-0-0

Ultra Magnus was an early riser.  He liked the quiet of the morning before anyone else was awake.  He liked drinking his energon slowly and reading or tidying up.  He liked the unhurried pace of the weekends when he could drag his mornings out longer, letting Prowl sleep in.

This hadn’t translated very well to working his second job which took place late at night.  It had been further complicated when his brother had dropped a very small, very frightened sparkling off one day before going off planet.

It later turned out to be the best day of Ultra Magnus’s life, but at the time he had been late for a meeting with the Underground Council to discuss ways of stopping development into their territory that didn’t involve murdering construction workers.

The sparkling didn’t know his name, where his creators were, or who Ultra Magnus was.  It made for a difficult introduction, with the sparkling a second away from bawling, staring up – and up and up because Ultra Magnus wasn’t small, even compared to full grown bots – and shakily saying ‘hi.’  

Brave even as a bitlet.

Ultra Magnus never learned what Prowl’s first name had been, as his brother hadn’t bothered registering the sparkling, even though it had been twenty six vorns and the bitlet was starting to toddle.  He’d done it himself, naming the small, curious being ‘Prowl’ to match his habit of ‘adventuring’ when he was supposed to be napping.

That first day, though, before he’d had his name and before Ultra Magnus knew how something so small would change everything, he’d been late and tired and out of options.  There was no one he could leave the sparkling with in the middle of the night – no one he trusted anyways – because most of them would also be at the meeting.

So, Prowl’s first diplomatic mission had been strapped in a sparkling sling against Ultra Magnus’s chestplates.  He’d recharged through the entire meeting and charmed half the tunnelers so much that the meeting had ended early and in Ultra Mangus’s favor (and the favor of the oblivious construction workers).

After that, Ultra Magnus had taken a more distant role and allowed Strongarm to take the lead.

It had been a surprise to receive a call in the night from Prowl – brave, protective, clever bitlet – that he’d found a lost energon-seeker sparkling and needed help.

Ultra Magnus had been waiting for Prowl to call – he’d been eagerly looking forward to storming down to the school and pulling Prowl and damn the consequences.  He’d spent one miserable afternoon wondering what code words Prowl would use if someone were to be listening in on their conversation and how he could send coded messages back.

It was only later that he’d learned the supposedly ‘public’ communication station was guarded and censored.  In the end Prowl had been forced to break into the comm to call him.

Of course he hadn’t thought to do so until there was someone else in need.

Pulling up to that school had been just a bit cathartic.  He hadn’t waited for the Dean to let him in – he’d transformed and pulled the decorative road fence out of the wall.  Then, as the alarms went off around him, he’d made his way to the dilapidated chapel.

Seeing Prowl, sitting calmly in one of the pews, the much smaller sparkling curled tightly into his side, Prowl’s arm around him, had made his spark ache.

This was not his brother’s creation in any way.  Prowl had none of his careless selfishness or his thin way of talking that made you feel like you were wasting his time.  He was not thoughtless.  He took care of things whether they were his toys or his friends and even when they weren’t his at all.

Prowl was Ultra Magnus’s creation from helm to pede.

Prowl was his greatest achievement.

This morning Prowl had an exam he’d been fretting over and Ultra Magnus wanted to make sure he started the day well.

He set out Prowl’s favorite brand of morning energon and knocked gently on his door.

“Prowl?”  He opened the door.

It was expected these days to see Jazz snuggled in beside Prowl in his berth.  He came begging to be let in 5 nights out of nine.  His carrier has asked Ultra Magnus if it was becoming a problem.  He assured them it wasn’t.  Secretly he was just relieved to see Prowl with more friends his own age.  He had a few as school, but none as close as Jazz was becoming.

So, seeing Jazz wasn’t surprising.

Seeing the row of tiny, healing, fang marks was slightly more unexpected.

Among adults it was a serious step of trust.  A good way to get energon-seekers to trust you quickly was to offer.  It was something a lot of bots were hesitant to do – too many scary movies or too much baggage around it.

Ultra Magnus wasn’t sure if it was Jazz’s innate – and dangerous – cuteness or Prowl’s insatiable curiosity that had led to this.  Possibly both.

He closed the door.  He would give them both a bit more recharge and set out a second place for breakfast.

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First Full Week Back | Punkie’s Diary

I’m about to enter my first full week back to school and I can’t really say I’m entirely excited about that. I think it’s just because I’m still in lazy more from being on the holiday break. But alas, I must somehow shake the lazy out of me and start being serious about going back to school cuz I gotta pick up the pace soon. Pretty soon all my lessons are going to be back into full swing and I’ll have homework piled up until the end of the week. I don’t want to fall behind on anything so I need to stay on top as much as I can with everything.

My plan to try and be productive tomorrow is to wake up early so I can go practice my instrument and start working on my music for this term, then after that I’ll be going to my class, which although being held in zoom, I need to find a quiet place for, so I’m thinking I might just practice and then go to the library to be present for my zoom class. After that I get a few hours to do homework, maybe nap, and then I need to go to my evening class. Long day, right?

Another way I plan on keeping productive is by forcing myself to film vlogs for Patreon. My thought process is if I manage to turn my day to day life into something for content then maybe I’ll be motivated to actually do something. Hopefully that will be the case cuz honestly I don’t really have a lot of motivation to wake up so early outside of the fear of falling behind.

I think if it was anyone’s choice the option to be lazy and just sleep all day without any consequence would be the ideal time spent, but I know that it can’t be that way, so I do need to focus and get back on my feet for learning and having a proper internal school schedule. Doesn’t mean I have to like it though.