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alvojake · 1 month ago

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Silly, Silly Girl | K.HJ

「prompt」 : humiliation 「pairing」 : hongjoong x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.7k

「synopsis」 : you were an outcast and he was a popular kid; you were too naive to believe that hongjoong actually liked you.

「genre」 : angst, fluff if you squint

「warnings」 : heavy bullying, violence, crying, physical assault, betrayal, teasing/mocking, humiliation, lmk if I missed anything!

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The sun was shining brightly in the sky, so brightly in fact that you would have thought it was gonna be a wonderful day. You woke up that morning with a wide grin on your face, a giddy feeling in your stomach because you felt like the happiest girl in the world.

Kim Hongjoong, the man that you have had a crush on for ages, someone that you believed to be the kindest soul to exist. He had accepted your confession during lunch the previous week and you didn’t think you’d ever forget that day.

After grabbing your lunch from your locker you also grabbed the box of homemade chocolates that you had made for Hongjoong. Your heart beating so loudly in your ears you were sure that you would go deaf, a lump suddenly formed in your throat as well.

‘Would he like it? Would he even like a girl like me? Who am I kidding? His friends said that he liked me, so all I gotta do is ask!’

You had been going over everything in your head that you hadn’t even noticed the group of boys standing off to the side, laughing behind their hands and pointing in your direction. They then turned to one another cracking jokes and spewing hurtful comments.

You had fallen right into their trap, and you didn’t even know it.

Opening the door to the rooftop you stepped out carefully and tried to make as little noise as possible knowing that Hongjoong was probably working on a project of his. The last thing you wanted to do was to startle him, so you moved around on light feet. Until you saw him sitting on a bench that some of the students had brought up, his head leaned back with a lollipop stick poking out from between his lips.

He looked peaceful in that moment, so peaceful that you were hesitant to even bother him. However, when his eyes open and land right on you, your heart leaps to your throat.

“Hi…” You wave awkwardly with one hand while the other holds the box of chocolates.

“Hi, did you need something?” He asked, lifting his head and pulling the lollipop from his lips.

You stood there for a moment, suddenly regretting your decision of coming up. After a few beats of silence, your face burns a bright shade of red as you quickly hold out the box of chocolates.

“Will you go out with me?” You exclaimed, squeezing your eyes shut as to hide from the possible rejection that could be coming your way.

However, that moment never came.

“Sure.” Hongjoong smiled softly at you before grabbing the box from your outstretched hands, your fingers brushing slightly and you could have sworn you felt a jolt of electricity from where his skin met yours.

Your eyes fly open, looking at him in shock. Had Kim Hongjoong really just agreed to go out with you? Were you dreaming?

Hongjoong couldn’t help but chuckle at your shocked expression, “you’re cute, but you’re bound to catch flies if you leave your mouth open any longer.”

Quickly closing your mouth you cover your lips with your hand before bowing deeply and turning tail, booking it towards the door. A small ‘thank you’ left your lips on the way causing Hongjoong to shake his head softly.

Once he was sure that you were gone he dropped the smile and rubbed his jaw as if smiling were the most tiring thing in the world. Leaning back against the bench once more he tossed the half-eaten lollipop to the side before looking down at the box in his hands. Pulling the lid off he raised an eyebrow at the assortment of chocolates that he was sure that you had spent a long time putting together.

“No bad…” He hummed before grabbing one, sticking it in his mouth and setting the box off to the side.

He had managed to get your contact information from some of your classmates and you wanted to bang your head against the wall for forgetting such a crucial thing, but he reassured you that it was fine. The two of you then talked all weekend long about anything and everything. He let you in on some of the new music he was working on while you shared with him a new project that you started.

Safe to say that you believed that everything was going great and they were. You two even met up on Sunday for a late night park adventure and you had the time of your life. He really felt like a dream.

And maybe that’s what he was…

Or rather… a nightmare.

Whenever school came back around Hongjoong told you that he would meet you in the main hall and would walk with you to class. So of course you were more than happy to agree, not knowing that you would be walking right into his trap.

You had picked a cute outfit, making sure that you incorporated Hongjoong’s favorite colors. A bright smile on your face, completely oblivious to what was happening around you.

That was until you felt ice cold water wash over your body.

A loud gasp fell from your lips as you froze in your spot, hands lifted away from your sides. Then the whole hallway erupted in laughter.

You felt your body grow warm all over as you realized just how many people were around you and were currently either laughing, making comments or even taking pictures. Quickly you crossed your arms over your chest trying to hide your bra that was starting to show from under the light colored fabric, but it was no use.

“Oh my god, look at what she’s wearing.” You heard someone giggle and your face started to flush.

Bullying wasn’t anything new to you seeing as you had gone through it for the entirety of your primary school years and even into your college days. However, you thought that it would all die down by now, but you were wrong. So wrong.

“You really are pathetic.” You heard the voice right before your body was pushed down to the ground, your knees hitting the floor with a sickening crack. A cry of pain fell from your lips before you quickly looked up at who had pushed you only to find that it was the same group of kids that helped you with asking Hongjoong out.

‘He couldn’t have anything to do with this right?’ You wanted to believe that he didn’t, that they were just doing all of this of their own accord.

“Aww look she’s gonna cry.” One of the guys said with a faux pout, looking over at his friend before bursting out in laughter.

You wanted to ask them why, but before you could even get a word out you felt something shove against your back, forcing your body to lay flat on the ground.

“Did you really think that you deserved to be with Joong?” That high-pitched tone told you exactly who it was, Choi Yujin, Hongjoong’s ex-girlfriend. “Someone like you doesn’t even deserve to lick the dirt off of my shoes.” She hissed, pressing down on your back harshly causing you to groan.

Feeling he foot moving from your back you tried to get up and say something, but you were quickly cut off when a hand tangled in your hair and pulled back roughly.

“Why don’t we show you what happens to lowlifes that think they can associate with us?” The guy who had grabbed your hair smirked, tugging your head back eliciting a cry from your parted lips and your hands flew back to grab his wrist.

“Stop, please!” You pleaded as he started to drag you towards the stairs by your hair, a stinging pain erupting from your scalp.

He didn’t stop though, none of them did. They continued to beat you until your ears were ringing and eventually you curled up into a ball hoping to dull the pain a little bit and that they would get bored and stop.

“There’s Hongjoong.” You heard someone mutter over the deafening ringing in your ears and hope bloomed in your chest.

Was he here to find you after you didn’t show up at the set meeting spot? Would he yell at his so-called friend for bullying you? Was he here to save you?

After that the beating stopped and you were able to push yourself up to your knees, looking up in time to see the dark-haired male jog down the stairs. When he got closer you used all of your strength to pull yourself closer to him.

“Joong, help me please.” You cried, hands grabbing his jeans and tears streaming down your face while relief washed over you.

Hongjoong looked down at you for a moment before looking around at the group of people around you. Sighing he then crouched down in front of you, hand reaching out to brush some hair out of your face. You wanted to cry more knowing that you would be safe now.

Then in a blink of an eye that relief vanished, replaced with confusion and betrayal.

The hand that Hongjoong had placed on your cheek suddenly grabbed your hair, tugging back on it harshly with a sinister smirk on his lips. Your heart dropped as you looked up at him with wide eyes, lips parting with a sharp cry of pain.

“Help you?” He chuckled darkly, leaning closer to you as he took in the expression on your face.

“Why?” You croaked, tears blurring your vision as you tried to find a semblance of an answer on his face, but came up empty.

Hongjoong smirked before looking around the area around the two of you, “why?” He then returned his gaze back to you. “Did you really think I could like someone like you?”

His words shattered any last bit of hope you had left, a devastating pain shot all throughout your chest. A pain that could only be compared with complete and utter heartbreak.

“Silly, silly girl…” He chastised you, a nasty, smug grin spreading on his lips before he shoved you back.

It was then that you realized that he had never liked you.

No.

This was all a part of his sick joke and you were a fool to really believe that he ever liked you.

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wcnderlnds · 19 days ago

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coffee date | kyle spencer

✧ fluff/angstober day seven | coffee date ✧

・❥・warnings: mentions of alcohol but that’s it really・❥・ authors note: this is pre death kyle!!

College was hard. Actually, that was an understatement. It was a constant struggle of trying to juggle life and studies, never able to get a decent night’s sleep wondering if that essay you wrote really was good enough. It was overwhelming, stressful – definitely not what everyone made it seem to be. College was always advertised as ‘the best days of your life’ but so far all you’d experienced was endless amounts of homework, impending deadlines and people who irritated you to no end. Especially the frat boys. Mostly the ones from the Kappa Lambda Gamma fraternity. There had been some… awful stories around campus about the things they did to women. The only shining light in that fraternity was Kyle Spencer. Your boyfriend.

The first night you met Kyle you knew he was different. There had been a party and deciding that you needed a night off from the neverending assignments you had, you had gone. It was like any other party. Alcohol was flowing, people were dancing, couples were sneaking off to make out but all you’d done was hang around in the kitchen, refilling your drink until your vision had started to blur slightly. The alcohol had been strong – too strong for you making you very tipsy. An arm had snaked around your waist, grotesque words whispered in your ear as they tried to guide you upstairs. That was immediately put to a stop when the prettiest guy you had ever laid eyes on shoved the guy away from you. You could just make out him telling you his name was Kyle and guiding you to the couch to sit down. He’d rushed to get you a drink of water, crouching down to make sure you were okay, hands hovering not wanting to touch you without your consent. When you woke up on some strangers' couch the next day, you panicked until you saw a pair of friendly brown eyes looking at you with concern. In his hands he already had a fresh glass of water and some painkillers for your headache.

It wasn’t hard to fall for Kyle. He was the sweetest, kindest, most genuine guy to grace the Earth. When he’d first asked you on a date – a few weeks after that party, you had been the happiest person alive. How had this angel of a man chosen you of all people? After that date, the two of you had practically been joined at the hip. The fondest memory you had was of Kyle taking you to the local carnival. He had been the perfect gentleman, winning you the biggest bear and asking you to be his. There had been no hesitation in your voice when you’d said yes. It was such a cliche night but there wasn’t a single thing you’d change about it.

Kyle was everything good in the world. All he wanted to do was help people. He was studying engineering so he could help make sure the world was safer. A true knight in shining armour.

Your eyes focused on the paper in front of you, hand skimming across it as you checked your latest assignment, the black ink of the pen crossing out any words you didn’t need. After a few minutes the chair opposite scraped out from underneath the table. You glanced up to see Kyle shaking his head, the raindrops falling from his wet hair. Huh, you hadn’t even realised it was raining.

“Remind me to start bringing my jacket with me this time of year,” he leaned over the table to press a kiss to your lips. “Whatcha having?”

You tapped your pen against your lips in thought. “Pumpkin Spice Latte. It’s fall, might as well get in the season.”

“One PSL coming right up.” Kyle headed over to the counter while you carried on sorting through your work. Papers were scattered all over the round table, your backpack unzipped at the side of your chair for easy access in case you needed to pull another book out.

Kyle placed the mug with your latte down onto the table with a clang, his own cupped in his hands for warmth as he sat down. Concerned eyes looked at you as he brought the hot liquid to his lips. “Babe, we’re supposed to be having a date here.”

“I know,” you said feeling a little guilty but you just had to finish this. “I swear I’ll just be another five minutes.”

“Hey, come on, take a break for a second.” His hand reached over to still yours. His fingers laced with yours, holding your hand across the table. The soothing motions of his thumb rubbing along the back of your hand calmed the swirling mass of anxiety inside you. “All you’ve done the past week is throw yourself into your studies. Believe me, I get it, but you have to take time for yourself or you’re going to run yourself into the ground.”

Finally, you looked up at him. The tiredness in your eyes was obvious to anyone who took even a mere glance at you. “I have so much to do before the end of term and it keeps piling up. I’m so stressed out, Kyle. I feel like I’m on the verge of a mental breakdown or something.”

Kyle always seemed to have such a good grip on everything. He somehow managed to balance life, studies and sports so easily — effortlessly, even. That was something you’d always been jealous of. Your life always felt like chaos waiting to burst at the seams. It was like one small thing was about to set you off into a spiral and you couldn’t afford that. Especially not when you had so much to do.

“College is important but you and your health and sanity are more important. Take a break, babe. Please. Let’s have this coffee then when we’re done we can go back to your dorm and I’ll help you with whatever I can. When was the last time you got some decent sleep?” Kyle watched your expression closely, noticing the bags under your eyes. You were working yourself to the bone and there was no way he was going to let you drain yourself on his watch.

“Uh. About two weeks ago.”

“Right, so we take a nap and cuddle later too.”

“But there’s….” Kyle cut you off before you could even finish.

“There is but it can wait. There’s always tomorrow but today you’re taking it easy.” To emphasise his point he started gathering all the papers and books, sliding them back into your bag. “Now, drink up and let me tell you about the dumb shit Brennan did today.”

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#kyle spencer #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer x you #kyle spencer x y/n #evan peters #my fics #fluff/angstober #i’m so behind with these but it’s fine it’s fine

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noemilivv · 9 months ago

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Request: You know that scene from The Show must go on with Charlie and Vaggie singing the reprise of "More Than Anything" On the night before the battle? Well can you do that but with Husk and his s/o with the two either singing or talking about how much has happened but they’ll always stand by each other’s side even if they’re freaking terrified about the outcome of it all and saying the word “I love you” for the first time in the process

ofc i can do that!! this is so cute and husk has my heart so haha

Warnings: Reader basically takes Angel’s place in this, Mentions of Drinking, Mentions of Death, Mentions of War

“More Than Anything”

“I guess you really have changed.” Husk said, giving you a soft smile.

“Hey.. Charlie said we could live tonight however we wanted.” You started, smiling back at him, “So pour me a fresh one, and let’s get to living!”

You watched as Husk crossed over to the other side of the bar to prepare your drink, you let out a dreamily sigh that felt like it was being held in forever.

Husk had only entered your life a few mere months ago, but you don’t think you’ve ever cared for someone so…lovingly.

Truth be told, you didn’t know how far this would go, if he even felt the same, hell, if you both even survived tomorrow. But you didn’t care.

When you were with Husk, it felt like you could be the weirdest, saddest, happiest, angriest, silliest, and most fucked up version of yourself without judgement. And…it was a little strange.

Hell wasn’t the kindest place to you, and neither was your life on Earth, but that didn’t matter.

Husk would be there to put all the broken pieces of your heart back together, sure, they were only binded by mere pieces of figurative glue or tape, but even with the most crappy materials that belonged in a kindergarten classroom, Husk would be able to put it together good as new.

After a short conversation with Husk, you went over to Charlie and hugged her, thanking her for everything the hotel has given you. It looked like she was about to cry right then and there.

While you were at it, you went over to Pentious, thanking him for being one of your closest friends while at the hotel, and wished him good luck in the battle, and good luck winning Cherri’s heart, patting him on the back before you left.

Then… you snuck off. You stood against the wall, feeling tears prick in your eyes, little did you know a certain cat approached you.

“You snuck away.” He stated. “What happened?” He asked, coming over to your side, leaning against the wall.

Neither of you made eye contact, instead you both just stared at the other side of the wall.

“I’m just so scared…” You mumble, your voice cracking, the water works spilling out of your eyes.

You wiped your eyes, trying to stop hiccups from escaping your lips, “What if we lose?”

Husk sighed, bitting his lip, he wasn’t ready to say this, but this could possibly be the last chance he had to do so, “Then at least I’ll die with you by my side.”

Your head whipped around to face him, surely you heard him wrong! “Huh? Wha— What do you mean?”

He took a breath in, turning to his body completely to face you, “I… I know this is sudden, but if I die tomorrow, if you die tomorrow, I need you to know that you made me a better man.” Husk said, looking into your eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“If tomorrow, one of us is gone, you need to know I love you more than anything.” Husk whispered, holding your face in his paws.

Your foreheads connected, feeling eachothers hot breath on your face, and all you could do, is lean in, and kiss the man who made you feel whole again.

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samfkiszka · 3 months ago

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A Hard Day's Night

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It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log, But when I get home to you, I find the things that you do, Will make me feel alright…

or… An enemies to fuck-buddies Sam x Fem!Reader One shot

Word Count: 6,493

WARNINGS: SMUT!! 18+ ONLY! Oral (female receiving), dry humping, unprotected PIV sex (wrap it before you tap it i guess), maybe some shitty editing… not sure what else but if i’m missing something feel free to let me know!

a/n: listen… the enemies to lovers sam fics are probably over done and i KNOW he’s a little sweetie pie and i adore him deeply and i know he’d never be mean but i just… needed to write a little silly bit… anywho…

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Heat lightning flashed against the sky, splitting the inky black in two as Josh drove ridiculously fast down the dirt road that led to the apartment he shared with his twin brother. The warm air weaving through the open windows brought in the soapy scent of the dogwoods that were beginning to bloom all around town. These weekly drives had become a bit of a tradition. Every Friday, Josh would pick you up from work, his voice carrying loudly over whichever song he had chosen to blare from his worn out speakers that night. He would greet you with an enthusiastic grin, asking you about your day and then proceeding to tell you about his own. He’d drive you to his place, and you’d share a poorly cooked meal with his brother. And then the three of you would sit through some old movie, while he explained every single behind the scene facts he knew off the top of his head.

And this had gone on for almost three years. Three years with two of the kindest, happiest people you had ever met. You had even met their parents– equally as loving and wonderful. You had gone on weekend trips with them, gone to every short film showing that Josh orchestrated, every shitty party they would throw in their cramped apartment. You’d listen to Jake play the guitar late into the night, to Josh hum along even when he didn’t know the song. You’d grown to love the two of them, deeply. They were more than friends at this point– they had become your family.

Speaking of their family… there was just one blemish on your relationship with your two favorite people in the world. Their brother, Sam. You hadn’t quite understood what happened when the two of you first met. The… dislike was almost immediate. Josh had been so excited for you to meet his baby brother, rambling for weeks about how much the two of you had in common and how easily you were going to get along. And why would he expect any differently? You had already gotten along well with them, his sister, his parents– who would have thought Sam would be the one outlier.

You didn’t quite hate each other. No, hate was entirely too strong of a word. But on the rare occasions that you crossed paths it was definitely less than pleasant. Josh had been correct about one thing: the two of you were eerily similar. Equally stubborn, though you’d never admit it outloud. Prone to bickering, him more than you. Likely to hold a grudge. He brought out all the things you dislike most about yourself.

So they kept you apart. Jake had begged Josh to schedule the two of you around each other, especially after the last time the two of you were in the same room at the same time.

Which is why you were surprised to see Sam's entirely too expensive, entirely too shiny, burgundy car sitting in Josh’s usual spot. This explained why Josh had been slightly dodgy when you asked about his day earlier.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” You asked, turning to Josh while he parked the car and cautiously took the keys out of the ignition.

“Don’t get mad. He got here a day early. I mean, you can’t still be upset about last time,” Josh rushed out, flinching when he finished.

“I’m not going to hit you Josh. And of course I’m still mad about last time. He called me a-”

Well. You weren’t in the mood to repeat it.

“In his defense you did say he-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” You interrupted, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to stop remembering the last time you and Sam were in the same room.

“Seriously, can you just try? We already talked to Sammy, and he promised to be on his very best behavior. As long as you promise not to throw anything.”

“I’m mature enough to keep my hands to myself. As long as he does.” You stuck your pinky out, waiting on Josh to accept your silent promise.

He wrapped his around yours, grinning softly up at you, “I'm glad you’re gonna try. I love you both so much. It would mean the absolute world to me if you guys could just… coexist. That’s all I’m asking for.” He gave your hand an extra squeeze before letting go and throwing his seat belt off hurriedly.

He practically skipped with enjoyment to his walkway, wiping his feet off against the worn welcome mat you had gotten him so long ago. You followed behind, decidedly less excited for the night that lay ahead of you. He ushered you to the front, pushing you through the chipped door. You were welcomed by Jake’s beaming face, the wonderful aroma of whatever they had decided to make for dinner, and… Sam.

His back was turned away from you, his hair piled at the base of his neck in a wild bun. He was chopping something on the wooden cutting board you had gotten Jake for his last birthday– the one branded with his initials and a pirate ship in the corner. This apartment was riddled with you. Your clothes left in their laundry room, your extra toothbrush laying on their bathroom sink. Hell, you even had a half empty bottle of body wash stuck in their shower. Little gifts you had gotten them for birthdays, and Christmas, and just because littered their entire living space.

You were sure Sam hated the constant reminders of your existence. Just as much as your stomach churned when you were reminded of him. His bass, often left in Jake’s room. Pictures of him exploding over the fridge, every once barren shelf. His sweatshirt, the one he constantly seemed to forget, the one that smelled so much like him that it was intoxicating.

Whatever. You were going to be fine! You promised Josh, and you had yet to break a promise to your best friend.

Jake welcomed you instantly, pulling you into a rib crushing hug. No matter how often you saw him, he always greeted you like you had spent years apart.

“How was work?” He mumbled into your neck, his ear splitting smile evident in his voice.

“Awful, but isn’t it usually?

He pulled away, his brow furrowed with worry. “I’m sorry, sunshine. Hopefully dinner can make up for it, huh?”

“Your cooking? It might make my night worse,” you laughed, plopping down on the same sofa you had spent many a night occupying.

“Hey! I’m a fantastic chef,” he complained, ruffling your hair indignantly, “plus, I’m not the one cooking. Sam is.” He shrugged towards Sam, who was busying himself with whatever meal he had decided to make.

You watched him intently, admiring how swiftly he worked with a knife. You bit your tongue, not wanting to insult him with a possible murder weapon in his hand.

He turns to face you at the mention of his name, and all you could do was wave awkwardly and ignore the buzzing anger that filled you when he refused to respond. Jake and Josh didn’t miss the moment, but they too decided not to dwell on it. They chose instead to sit next to you, flipping through channels until Jake landed on an old pirate movie that was already halfway through airing– one he had seen a million times.

It was almost a normal night– if you ignore the burning urge to make a quip at Sam, to egg him on to do the same. Sure, if anyone asked you’d swear up and down that the man was the bane of your existence. But on a much deeper level, in a way you would never admit outloud… you actually enjoyed the banter. The teasing. The way you could feel him staring at you across the room, even when his gaze was angry. Even when his face conveyed a range of emotions you could never quite pinpoint.

Yes, it was undeniable– you did in fact miss the usual biting conversation the two of you shared. It was all it took to remain normal while Sam continued cooking, silently, Jake and Josh joked around beside you. You were abnormally quiet as well, at least quieter than you ever had been with them. Something about Sam’s refusal to speak to you was starting to drive you insane.

Maybe he had nothing nice to say… so he said nothing at all. As childish as it was, it was all you could think to explain away his unusual silence. And maybe that was better than anything.

At least that’s what you told yourself. That’s the mantra you repeated over and over again as he continued to ignore you. Sure, he had no problem talking to Jake and Josh. All through dinner, he didn’t shut up. Talking about his new job, his new car, his new bass, something funny Danny did, something that happened in his astronomy class– seriously, it was non-stop. You couldn’t get a word in edgewise. In fact, the only time he actually went silent was when you opened your own mouth.

“Sam, can you pass me the salt?”

Nothing. Cue Jake begrudgingly reachinging across the length of the table to slide you the shakers.

“You really did a great job cooking, Sam.” Surely a compliment would fuel his ego enough to garner a response.

Nothing yet again.

“So, are you staying over?”

“Yep.”

Finally, Something.

You were used to spending the night at Josh and Jake’s place. You’d fall asleep on their couch, and one of them would take you home the next morning with the promise of seeing you again soon.

Well.. you’d try to fall asleep on their couch. Not like it was awful; Josh did everything he could to be a good host. And Jake would regularly shell out extra blankets when you complained about the insanely cold temperature they insisted on keeping their shared living space. You never quite figured out what stopped you from enjoying a good night’s sleep. Truth is, it happened everywhere you went. Even your own bed imposed the same struggle, the same sleepless nights spent tossing and turning until the sun came out. You had tried everything short of asking Jake to physically knock you out. It was something you had to deal with, something that was entirely your own problem.

Yet, you had never spent the night at the same time as Sam.

You didn’t miss Josh’s smirk.

“He’s crashing in my room,” he explained, “Jake and I are bunking it. Pulled out the air mattress and everything.”

“Yeah, it’ll be just like middle school,” Jake laughs.

“How come you guys never bunk it when I spend the night. Your couch is ridiculously uncomfortable,” you whine, feeling annoyed when all three of them laugh back at you.

“Unless you and Sam want to share the so-called ridiculously uncomfortable couch, this is the arrangement. Sorry sunshine.” Josh stretches as he stands up, gathering the empty dishes from their secondhand dining table. A small part of you wished Sam was here to cook every time you were over; this had been better than the plethora of somehow burnt freezer meals that his brother’s tended to fuck up.

“I’ll bring you some blankets,” Jake offered while trailing behind his twin, leaving you alone with Sam.

And the two of you sat in silence once more. No yelling. No bickering. He didn’t even glance up from his hands as he absentmindedly picked at the calluses around his fingers.

And it drove you crazy. Sure, you had promised Josh no conflict, But did no conflict mean he couldn’t even spare you a passing glance? Couldn’t bother to acknowledge your simple existence?

Jake rushed back in, eyeing you two worriedly while he tossed a handful of blankets and lone pillow onto their worn couch. You thank him quickly, sliding up from the table with a huff while you make your way to their bathroom to get ready to struggle to fall asleep for the rest of the night.

You admired the way they had made it feel homely for you: your red toothbrush resting next to their blue and green one, a bottle of your almost empty face wash nestled in between their own. It was just as much their bathroom as it was yours at this point. You didn’t miss the fact that a new toothbrush had joined your previously perfect trifecta– Sam’s identical red toothbrush lay on the opposite side of the sink, a lone tool, separate from you three. Maybe Josh was right. Maybe you and Sam were just too similar. Maybe you were both too stubborn to get along.

You hadn’t realized how aggressive you had been with your brushing until you pulled our toothbrush back, the bristles almost flattened out completely. You just had to get through the night. And was his ignoring you all that bad? Sure it irked you, how he could so easily behave like you just didn’t exist. But you supposed it was better than fighting, better than potentially destroying your relationship with Jake and Josh. After all, Sam was their brother. You were just a friend, just some girl that Josh had met on a whim just a few years back.

So you’d keep the peace. You’d ignore the nagging feeling in you begging to do something to get a reaction, the feeling you had never ignored before. The feeling that pushed you to tease him, to start and continue arguments. The feeling that sent shivers up and down your whole body when he’d angrily retort back.

Whatever. Who cares?! It’s not like he’s going to be a part of my life forever… just as long as I’m friends with his brothers.

So, forever. At least that’s what you intended when you met the twins. You can’t imagine not being a part of their lives, and in turn this meant you had to be a part of Sam’s life. No matter how small that part was. No matter if he never uttered a word to you again.

You made your way back to the now silent and empty living room, sighing with relief when Sam was nowhere to be found. You could vaguely hear Jake and Josh talking in the next room, but about what you didn’t know. Sam’s room was eerily quiet, much like himself just moments before. You flopped down on the couch unceremoniously, cringing when it groaned under your weight. Jake had left a plethora of blankets from you, even slipping in a tattered old sweatshirt depicting his old high school logo. You pulled it on, fluffing the flat pillow he kept mostly for you. You had become all too familiar with their ceiling over the years. Every bump, every discoloration, every bit of peeling paint. Even the faded glow in the dark stars the three of you had stuck on the ceiling in a bout of drunken childishness. Exactly twenty seven– the last three had fallen off.

The crickets that chirp in the small patches of grass surrounding their apartment complex sounded louder than usual. The ticking clock that Josh insisted on hanging on the wall seemed jarring. You felt wide awake. You weren’t sure why you insisted on spending the night. It was miserable, begging your body to fall asleep, waiting impatiently for someone else to wake up and keep you company. But it pleased Josh, having you over, knowing you felt safe enough to spend the night. You’d never tell him about your failures to fall asleep, how impossible it was to feel restful. It wasn’t his fault– this was something you struggled with your entire life. There was nothing he could do to fix it.

And so you lay there, counting the ticks, adjusting every few moments. It felt like hours passed of you just listening. Listening to the sounds of the snores Jake swore didn’t belong to him. Listening to the soft patter of rain outside.

Listening to a door click and softly swish open.

You lay still, steading your breathing, not wanting to worry whoever came out. The floor creaked softly under light footsteps as whoever they belonged to padded to the kitchen. The fridge door opened slowly with a groan, the light illuminating the room with a blue glow.

“Can’t sleep?”

You nearly jumped at the sound of Sam’s voice.

“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me.” You lean up, taking him in. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers that hung low on his waist, and a too big white t-shirt that clung to him in odd areas.

“Sorry,” he laughed, shutting the fridge with a thud.

“Why are you up?” You glanced at the clock, wondering how the hell you had managed to be up this late.

“Same as you, I suppose. Can never sleep right.” He shrugged, so casually it was like the two of you had never fought once.

Yet another thing the two of you had in common.

He pulled a drawer open, grabbing a lighter and bringing it up to his face, where a cigarette was dangling precariously off his slightly parted lips. The flame danced in the darkness of the kitchen before he quickly let it go, inhaling deeply and blowing a thick cloud of gray smoke out. You shifted uncomfortably for a moment, not quite knowing how to fill the silence. The warm, familiar smell of his particular brand of choice slowly infiltrated your senses.

“Josh will kill you if he finds out you were smoking in here,” You proclaim, matter-of-factly.

“How is Josh going to find out? You gonna snitch?” He smirked, taking a step closer to where you sat.

“Maybe. If you piss me off.”

“Are you trying to blackmail me?”

“Not unless you plan on pissing me off.”

“I never plan on it, it just sort of happens.” He shrugs, a smug look washing over his features. He sat down next to you with a huff, holding his half-smoked cigarette out to you.

“I don't smoke,” you reply plainly, turning your head away from the steady stream of gray smoke billowing out of the lit object.

It was a lie. A secret you had kept for quite a while, a bad habit that you only partook in occasionally.

“C’mon…”

You knew he knew. He had caught you smoking outside of the twin’s birthday party last April. You were shocked he never told anyone, never held it against you. And you couldn’t deny that you had been itching for a smoke all week.

You reach out your hand, awaiting the feel of it between your fingers, but it never happens. Instead, he cups your cheek, turning your face towards him. He carefully brings the cigarette closer to you, placing it between your partially open lips. You inhale deeply, the cherry red color illuminating the space between the two of you.

“You know, you aren't half bad when you aren't being a complete brat,” He whispers, his eyes studying your face.

“A brat?” You laugh, passing the cigarette back to him. “If anyone’s a brat, it’s you.”

He turns his head to the side, blowing smoke away from your face with a grin. The two of you sit in silence for a beat, yet this silence lacked the hanging awkwardness from earlier. It was suddenly comfortable, the both of you wordlessly passing the cigarette back and forth before it reached the butt. He stood, tossing the dead cigarette out into the twins' trash, shoving it far enough down that they’d be none the wiser.

“That couch is really fucking uncomfortable,” He groans, stretching his back out, “I can’t believe they make you sleep on that.”

“It’s not that bad.”

It really wasn’t. Sure it dipped in odd places, the fabric was wearing off in patches, and it tended to be a bit scratchy… but anyone else could fall asleep on it easily.

“You know… Josh’s bed is pretty big. If you want, you can come sleep with me.”

“What?” You sputter, taken entirely off guard by his proposal. Sleep in the same bed as him? Was he insane?

“Just an offer.” He shrugged, “Probably be a hell of a lot easier to sleep on than a couch they found on the side of the road.” He rolls his eyes at your almost disgusted expression, “Nothing gross, freak.”

He had a point. But still, this went against everything you had ever thought about Sam. Well… maybe not everything. Of course, there had been the rare occasion where your eyes would linger on his hands, his lips, his eyes. You’d mentally chastise yourself for it, ignoring the burning urge to keep looking, choosing instead to provoke him and start some immature argument.

“Just thought I’d ask,” He sighs, turning towards the hallway.

“Wait, Sam,” you start, gripping the blanket Jake had loaned you, “Fine.”

He chuckles, watching as you hop off the couch, dragging your blanket and pillow behind you, “You know Josh’s bed has blankets. And pillows.”

“Oh, yeah.” You drop what you were holding unceremoniously, letting it hang off the couch haphazardly. You follow behind Sam, feeling a rush of heat flare up on your face. Were you really about to sleep next to him? In Josh’s bed?

You knew there was no deeper meaning behind it. You were definitely overthinking it. He was just being nice, extending an olive branch of sorts. Maybe whatever Josh had said to him had worked.

He opens the door quietly, revealing Josh’s perfectly cleaned room. Decorated sparsely, yet so utterly like him. Sam’s bag lay raggedly in the corner, the contents spilling out onto the floor. The bed was still made, like he hadn’t even attempted to sleep yet. He sighed, flicking off the lamp that rested on the bedside table.

He tugged the white shirt off, tossing it near his back. Your eye raked over his exposed torso, his chest, his abdomen, his thighs. Your own pajamas suddenly felt restrictive, too tight, too warm. You toy with the hem of Jake’s loaned sweatshirt, feeling increasingly awkward. He flopped down onto the bed, ruffling the perfectly tucked in top cover. He folded his arms behind him, leaning propped up against the headboard.

“You gonna lay down or you just gonna stand there?”

You roll your eyes, climbing over to the other side of Josh’s monstrously oversized bed. You pull down the blankets, struggling a bit with how tightly Josh had shoved them into the corners. Sam was right– the bed was a whole lot comforter than that couch. No wonder Josh had been holding out on you.

“Goodnight,” Sam mumbles, turning to the side and giving you a wide berth.

The rain had picked up outside, beating against the window loudly, echoing around the room. Sam had left the fan on, and you were thankful for the chill against your way too hot skin. Sure, the bed was a lot easier to lay on than the couch, but you suddenly felt twenty times more uncomfortable. You shifted once, pushing some of the covers away from you. You shift again, pulling the pillow parallel to your. You move once again, and–

“Quit squirming,” he bites. He turns over to face you, eyes heavy with sleep.

“Sorry, I can’t get comfortable.”

“Really? Wanna go back to the couch?”

A bolt of thunder interrupts his quip, shaking the whole of the apartment. You move closer to him without thinking, ignoring the quizzical look he gives you.

“Guessing that’s a no. Just stop moving around so much.” He turns back on his side, his face hidden again.

“I’ll just go back to the couch, I don’t want to-” Another boom outside, closer this time.

Sam jumps a bit, inching even closer, hiding the movement with a cough, “It’s fine.”

The heat of his body, the closeness of his bare skin, sends jolts of electricity through your body.

What the fuck was going on?

You squeeze your thighs together, embarrassed by how desperate you were for any sort of friction. If you had told yourself, even yourself from an hour ago, that you’d be in bed with Sam Kiskza of all people… who knows what you would’ve thought. Much less that you were in bed, images racing in your brain about ways he could be touching you, ways you could be touching him.

“Seriously, why the fuck can’t you sit still?” He sits up, his face flush with irritation. God, why was that so hot?

Your cheeks instantly turn a deep red, your eyes locked into his. You didn’t have an answer, at least not one suitable to speak aloud.

Something like, I can’t stop thinking about the way you furrow your brow when you're angry. Or, They way your hands look when you do literally anything. Or, The way you’re staring down at me now, like I’m in trouble-

“I- I don’t know,” you whisper, unsure of what else to say.

“You don’t know?”

You shrug, trying to ignore the way his hair frames his face, the way you can still make out his chiseled features even in the dark.

“Just- C’mere.” He reaches out, pulling you into his body. You’re flush with his bare skin now, a position you never thought you’d find yourself in.

“Sam, what are you-”

“Shut up. Lay still,” He sighs, stretching out just a bit and adjusting his grip on you.

But something about him directly ordering you to do something makes it even more impossible to sit still. Makes it even harder to ignore the persistent ache in your core. You were sure it was painfully obvious now, how increasingly desperate you were for anything, any kind of touch. Attempting to imperceptibly move again, garner any kind of relief, anything, was probably a death sentence.

But you did it anyway. Moving slowly, trying not to budge too much, trying not to wake him up again.

“You know, it’s pretty obvious what you’re trying to do,” he mumbles, eyes still closed, arm still wrapped around you.

“What is it that I'm trying to do?” You ask, hoping to sound innocent enough to avoid suspicions.

“Moving against me like that. Looking a little desperate,” He teases.

“What the fuck, Sam?”

He was painfully correct. Not like you’d admit it.

“I’m just saying, I can help with that problem. If you wanna go to sleep. Probably be a lot easier if you just let me take care of you.”

Seriously, what the fuck was happening.

“Offers on the table,” his voice was husky with exhaustion, “until I fall asleep.”

Your mind races, filled with inappropriate thoughts– things you probably shouldn't think about your best friend’s younger brother. Things you shouldn’t think about the guy that you swore you… strongly disliked.

“If you’re joking, I’m going to kill you,” You whisper again, too afraid to speak at full volume.

“Seriously?” His eyes fly open, and he nearly pushes you off him out of surprise.

“Wait… what if they hear us?” The idea of being caught shoots waves of panic up your spine.

“I have an idea. Just trust me, I promise we won't get caught.” He pushes his pinky out, and memories of your earlier promise to Josh come flashing in your mind.

“A pinky promise?” You ask. The two of you definitely did have a lot in common.

He shrugs, not knowing the full weight of the movement. You link your pink around his, avoiding his eyeline.

In one motion, he flips you over, leaning directly over you. He pulls a stray hair tie from his wrist, twisting his long hair up into a messy bun at the base of his neck. He leans down, his lips mere centimeters away from yours.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is barely audible, so sincere and sweet that your heart skips a beat.

You nod, failing to come up with any semblance of response. When he doesn’t move right away you find yourself lifting up your head to meet him. But he moves before you get close enough, earning an agitated whine from you.

“Mm-mm, need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you huffed.

“So impatient. Relax, okay? That’s the whole point.”

He leans down, closing the distance between you two. His lips are soft, tinged by the taste of smoke and mint toothpaste. His calloused hands roam down the sides of your body, toying with the hem of your– Jake’s– sweatshirt . For a second he was tentative, slow and calculated in his movements before behaving with a bit less restraint. You feel his tongue swipe against your lips, and without a second thought you find yourself parting slightly to let him inside. His heartbeat hammered against your body, causing yours to race even faster. Warmth spread across your chest, seeping into each limb as he moved slowly under your shirt, inching closer and closer to your chest.

You arch into his touch, letting out a quiet whimper as you feel him brush against your breast. He takes this as a signal to grab what he wants, kneading the soft flesh between his rough and calloused hands. He moves down your body, placing warm, open mouth kisses along your jawline and neck.

You absentmindedly roll your body against him, drinking in the soft whine that slips past his parted lips.

“Fuck, I want you on top of me,” He mumbles, flipping you around again so you were positioned on top of him. He grips your hips, grinding you down against him. You feel drunk already, the sensation of his hard-on against your clothed core making you dizzy. He whines again, his fingers digging into the bare skin where your shirt had rode up.

“Come here,” He orders, tugging you down again so that you were face to face once more. You nearly slam into him with how desperately quick he pulls you in to meet his lips. “Take this shit off.” His hands fly to Jake’s sweatshirt, making fast work of ripping it off your body. Barely a second passes before the two of you are pressed together again, working hurriedly against each other..

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” his voice is so barely above a whisper you wonder if the comment was even meant to reach your ears. “Look a lot better when you aren’t in another guy’s clothes.”

His hands are back at your hips, nails digging rough half-moon marks into the exposed flesh. He moves you at a steady pace against him, working your hips in circular motions. You should feel embarrassed by how disgustingly wet you feel, your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your skin. If this was Sam’s genius idea to keep quiet, it definitely wasn't going to be enough to keep you from squirming around. In fact, all it had done was increase your need, your burning desire to feel him closer.

“It isn’t enough,” You whine, a bit louder than you had wanted.

“Not enough? Jesus Christ, I’m about to cum in my pants,” he rasps, bucking his hips underneath you. The sudden movement has you clamoring to silence yourself, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. “Shit, nevermind, you’re right. Fuck, do- do you think you can be quiet?”

You nod quickly, goosebumps prickling up all over your bare torso.

“Lay down.”

You climb off him, lying beside him expectantly. He’s positioned on top of you once more, quickly working down your body. He leaves a sloppy trail all the way down to your navel, where he pauses for a moment before hooking his pinkies into the waistband of your shorts.

“Can I take these off?” He asks hurriedly.

You nod again, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him better.

“No, I told you. Use your words, or I’ll stop.”

“Yes, please, just take them off, fuck” You choked out.

He tears the rest of your clothes off in one fell swoop, leaving you completely exposed. Any other night, any other person, you might have shied away, turned your head and avoided eye contact. Yet, in this moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care. You didn’t care that you were seconds away from fucking Sam in his brother’s bed while said brother slept across the hall. You didn’t care that you were definitely going to regret this in the morning. You didn’t care that there was no way you’d be able to keep this a secret from everyone, much less Josh. None of that mattered. All you could think about was the fact that Sam’s mouth was a breath away from where you had needed him the most all night.

“Just say the world and I’ll stop, okay?”

Again, with genuine sincerity. With care.

“Of course.” You bring your hand down to tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. His skin felt warm, a soft pink radiating off his cheeks.

He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, his golden brown eyes boring into your own. He continues at a tantalizing slow place, a smug smirk gracing his kiss-swollen lips. You wait in anticipation, holding a bated breath while you watch him finally settle right in front of your aching clit.

“Gonna make you feel good, just need you to relax,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your core,”Just need you to stay quiet for me, angel.”

Angel. Your heart flutters at the pet name. You were used to all the to all the others; sarcastically calling you princess, calling you a brat, calling you a bitch in your most heated moments. But angel? This was new.

He barely gives you the time to think about it before he’s delving in, his tongue working against you expertly. Your hands fly to his hair, lacing in between the loose waves he had pulled back. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, mentally pleading with yourself to remain silent as he laps at you. If he wanted you to be quiet, this certainly wasn’t the way to go about it. Any and all self-control had flown out the window the second he had kissed you.

Your hips move at odds with his face in a desperate rush, working in tandem with his mouth. His nose bumps against your clit, adding another level of intoxicating pleasure.

He pulls back, the sudden loss of contact making you whine loudly. His face is drenched with a mixture of his spit and your own wetness.

“Can’t wait anymore, need to be inside you.” He pulls his boxers off faster than you’d ever seen anyone move, “I wanted to take my time, but-” He shook his head, cutting himself off.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his body. His cock was leaking, the tip looking painfully red and flushed. You watch in rapt awe as he spits in his palm, pumping the length for a moment before lining himself up with your center. He pushes himself in slowly, a loud groan tearing through the both of you. He’s quick to slap a hand over your mouth, effectively silencing you. You groan as he bites down hard on your shoulder in his own attempt to be quiet. He stalls for a second, allowing you to adjust to his size. The two of you breathe together, sharing the same still moment.

“Gonna move now,” he warns, bracing himself.

He starts slowly, burying himself so deep inside you, you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

“Fuck,” You whine against his palm. You savor the quiet grunts that pass seamlessly through his lips every time he moves, the whimpers that come through when you rake your nails down his back.

“So fucking perfect. Been thinking about this ever since we met. God it was driving me crazy,” he babbled, each word strained against your ear, “You were driving me crazy. Have- Goddamn- have no idea how badly I wanted to put you in your place.”

If his hand wasn’t gripping your face hard enough to leave bruises you were sure you’d be screaming right now. Who gave a fuck if Josh heard you? If Jake knew what was going on?

He maintained his agonizingly slow pace, pushing you right up to where you wanted to be, yet not close enough. You wanted to beg him to fuck you harder, to go faster, to do literally anything else.

As if he knew you needed something more, as if he could read your thoughts, his hand snaked its way in between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. He works in quick circular motions, this speed contrasting almost painfully.

“I’m close,” he chokes out, his movements becoming increasingly sloppy. He pulls his hand from your mouth and you gulp in air, panting his name as he brings you closer to the edge, “Where do you want me to-”

“Inside.”

He picks up his pace, the bed squeaking slightly underneath the two of you. You silently thanked God for the fact that the twins were heavy sleepers when the headboard began to dully thud against the wall.

“Sammy, I-” you gasp, finding it difficult to speak.

“I know.” He nods, meeting your eyes. He cups your face and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, the motion so utterly intimate and calm that you felt your heart swell.

You tug him down for another kiss, this one deeper, filled with more passion as he swallows every moan that rips through you. His hips stutter, and he groans into your mouth as he finishes inside you, the sensation pushing you right over the ledge. You could’ve sworn that you saw stars, much like the ones littering the living room ceiling. He falls against you, his breathing ragged and his chest heaving. The two of you lay like that for a beat, your hands softly rubbing the expanse of his now scratched to hell back.

He lifts up, panting still as his eyes rake over your body.

“Think you can sleep now?”

“Yeah.”

He laughs drily, staring down at where the two of you were still connected. You wince as he pulls out, slowly rubbing your thigh in a small act of comfort as he watches your face slightly contort. It’s hard to miss the way he smirks as you feel his cum leak out of you and onto Josh’s previously pristine sheets. He slides off the bed, reaching down and coming back up with his discarded t-shirt. Using gentle motions, he slowly wipes away the mess the two of you made off your skin before tossing the shirt back once again. With a relaxed sigh, he lays back next to you for the final time that night. He tugs you back into his arms, humming as you nuzzle into his chest.

“Hopefully this time you can stay still, huh?”

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☆◞: IM ALWAYS JUST A DOOR AWAY ✧ SPENCER REID

SUMMARY: after blowing up at your neighbor, you and your friend decide to have a night out to help you with stress. what could go wrong?

GENERAL WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol and alcohol, angsty, arguing, spencer is kind of (definitely) an asshole, kissing, cursing, somewhat darker plot points as story progresses

THIS CHAPTERS CONTAINS: alcohol and alcohol consumption, characters are drunk, cursing, spencer is an asshole, cursing. also if anything is wrong or said wrong ignore it and pretend it’s all correct thanks 💯🥰🫶🏽

GENRE: enemies to lovers, fluff, angst

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chapter 2 : it’s dr. reid

✎ It has been a couple weeks since you blew up at Spencer, and not much has changed. Well, except for your attitude towards him.

You never smiled or waved at him. In fact, if he even glanced at you, you’d quickly roll your eyes before he got the chance.

As you sat in the back at your work, counting tips, you couldn’t help but think about how much you hated him.

God, he’s so stuck up.

He doesn’t even know me.

Wearing a vest doesn’t make you any better than me or anyo-

"(Y/N), are you okay?”

Your coworker (and closest friend), Liv, interrupts your thoughts. She stared at you with a subtle hint of confusion. You hadn’t even realized you'd been zoned out or that you’d been slamming down the cash on the table.

You and Liv met when you first began working here. She was possibly the happiest person you know, and the kindest. She always listened to you ramble about anything, whether it was a stupid hobby, a rude customer, or even the most mundane story about your week.

“Um yeah. Just some problems..” You weren’t even sure how to answer her. Bringing up the situation made you even more furious.

However, Liv became a bit more concerned with this answer.

“Oh no! What’s wrong? Family troubles, a boy?”

You breathe in deeply, trying to suppress the anger building up again before you start talking.

“It’s just... my neighbor.”

Liv leans on the table you sat at, obviously interested in what you have to say. “Go on…”

Her saying that immediately gave your mind the confirmation it needed to go ahead with your rant.

“Well, when I moved in, I wanted to greet him. I don’t know, trying to be neighborly and whatnot, like one does. But.. like..”

You rub your face with your hands. It became clear to you that talking about this would anger you no matter what, so why not just get it over with?

“He’s such a jerk. Like, he interrupted me when I tried to say hello. He even slammed the door in my face.”

Your friend's eyes widen, leaning more towards you, showing her interest. Honestly, even if she wasn’t showing any care whatsoever, the words would’ve kept spewing out regardless. You needed to get this off your chest.

“Oh, and he showed up at my door, telling me to turn my music down. I have no problem with that, but in the same breath, he tells me how I have terrible taste. He said, 'Some of us have jobs and commitments', or whatever bullshit he said to me. Like oh I’m sorry, I never knew because I don’t also work my ass off!”

Your voice gradually became louder, yet you weren’t quite yelling. All Liv does is nod softly, almost as if she knew how much anger and frustration built up inside of you.

“And I live next to him, I can’t avoid him. He’s like the plague! Maybe during the apartment tour, the realtor could’ve been kind enough to give me a heads-up! Maybe like, ��Oh, by the way, the neighbor is insanely rude and pretentious, so maybe avoid him if you can’, I dunno!”

“Jesus, (Y/N), I’m sorry.” Liv quickly says. Venting to your friend calmed you down a bit, but you were still visibly annoyed.

“It’s fine… It’s not... whatever.” Your body slumps into the chair, the tip money you were previously counting still spread in front of you.

“Let’s go out tonight. You and me!” Liv suggests happily.

The idea sounds nice, but you haven’t been out in what feels like forever. When you moved, you left all of your dresses and more risqué clothing behind to make the move easier. I mean, you didn’t even think you’d have a reason to go out of the house.

“Liv, thanks for the attempt at helping, but I haven’t gone out in so long. I don’t even have going-out clothes.”

"Well, you’re in luck, sweets! I have tons of going-out clothes, or whatever you call them. When I’m out in a couple hours. Finish counting your tips, go home, shower, and I’ll pick you up. No ifs, ands, or buts. See ya!"

With that, she smiles sweetly at you and hurries off, going to serve another table fast enough so you can’t say no to the plans she made. You let out a small huff, seeing no way out of this.

And Liv was nice; what harm could going out with her do?

You gather the cash and stuff it into an envelope, sliding it into your purse and gathering the rest of your belongings. Untying your apron and setting it down, you exit the restaurant through the back and make your way to your car.

Please let tonight be a good one.

-‘๑’-

“Choose an outfit, any outfit!”

Liv displayed all her dresses for you to choose from on her bed. She had picked you up a couple hours prior, and the two of you had been talking for a while before getting ready.

You straightened your hair and did a smokey makeup look, something you hadn’t done in a while.

The dress selection was quite impressive, but a simple short, sparkly black dress stood out to you the most. You pick it up and show Liv your choice.

“Ooooh, skimpy, yet simple. I like!” Liv said, smiling from ear to ear.

“Go put it on!”

She eagerly pushes you into the bathroom to change, shutting the door behind you.

Slipping the clothes on and staring at yourself in the mirror, you felt insanely confident. Since you hadn’t been out in so long, you forgot how fun it was to get dressed up.

Stepping out of the bathroom and into the room where Liv went to change, she audibly gasped upon seeing you.

“Jesus (Y/N), you look hot!”

A giggle escapes your lips as you look down at the yourself and smile at her.

“I might have to steal this dress, I like them too much.”

“I’d pay you to keep it, you look good.”

The comment made you blush slightly as your friend continued to compliment you.

“Alright, I'm ready. Let’s go!”

The two of you order a cab and head to the club. The thought of Spencer Reid is nowhere in your mind.

-‘๑’-

As you arrive at the club, you can already tell it’s quite full. Just upon entering, you see tons of people dancing and drinking—even a drunk girl spilling her drinks all over herself as her friends quickly try to clean her up.

Liv grabs your arm, dragging you up to the bar in a matter of seconds. It seemed so fast; you hadn’t even noticed she ordered you two drinks.

“Two tequila shots, two waters, and two limes, thank you!” Liv orders from the bartender. He nods and heads off to grab you guys your drinks.

“Starting off strong?” You say this, laughing softly.

“Of course! I want you to have a good night, (Y/N). It’ll be fun, trust me!"

Liv smiled softly at you as she grabbed the salt on the counter, seeing the bartender come back with the shots.

“Here you go. Enjoy, ladies.”

The both of you nod as the bartender steps away, helping others with their drinks. You lick the back of your hand and sprinkle salt on it before grabbing the shot and throwing it back.

It burned slightly, going down your throat, and you winced a bit. Quickly licking the salt off your hands and sucking on the lime, you can’t help but shake a little bit. It’s been so long since you’ve even consumed any sort of alcohol, so this shot felt incredibly strong to you.

"Jesus, I forgot how much I hate tequila.” You say, clearing your throat a bit. You grab your water and take a sip as Liv laughs, seemingly having had no reaction to the shot.

“Welcome back to drinking, huh?” She jokes, which makes you both laugh a little.

-‘๑’-

As the night goes on, the two of you dance and drink more, progressively becoming drunker. The shots began going down like water; a lime wasn’t needed to help anymore.

As you and Liv danced together, you decided to get more shots. Liv was clearly having too much fun to get off the dance floor right away, so you made the sacrifice to step off and grab them.

“I’ll go grab us some more shots; you just stay here.” You say to her, words slurring as you walk over to the bar. You lean on the bar to order more shots, hoping to make them your last ones as you get more and more tired.

The bar was full, so the bartender wasn’t going to tend to you right away. As you take a seat to help you have some sort of balance, you become aware of the presence of someone behind you. Assuming it was Liv, you snap your head to look at the person.

No fucking way

It seemed like you could never escape the nightmare that is Spencer Reid.

"Holy shit, Reid... are you stalking me?” You say this, looking up at the tall man. If your words didn’t indicate how drunk you were, your face did. Your eyes were heavy, and your face was slightly flushed red.

“Stalking you? I wouldn’t even if I was paid.” He states, making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t know what karmic debt I have to pay off, but it sure is hell seeing you everywhere I go.”

The words coming out of your mouth were so slurred, it made him chuckle. This made you roll your eyes again, annoyed at everything he did.

“I’m not particularly pleased to see you either." He answers, not even looking down at you as he scans the bar.

“And besides, you’re not the only one allowed to go out. I’m here with some work friends, not for you. They’re all just too drunk to hold a conversation…”

You laugh slightly as you tilt your head. “You don’t drink”

“No, not really. Can’t say the same can you? Try not to clear out the alcohol…”

Of course he had to throw in a snarky comment quickly. Even if it wasn’t normally seen as rude, coming from him was a different story.

“I’m leaving anyway.. have a.. nice night… or whatever.” You reply swiftly, forgetting the shots you planned to order and hopping out of your seat. You stagger a few steps away before feeling his hand wrap around your forearm, quickly stopping you.

“Wait, how are you getting home? You can’t drive like this.”

It almost felt like you couldn’t roll your eyes anymore than you have. You turn your head to look at him, your hair falling in front of your face.

“Don’t pretend to care.. where.. I’m going." Your words seemed to take forever to get out; you just wanted to get as far away as possible in that moment.

“Just because I don’t like you at all doesn’t mean I’m going to let you be in possibly dangerous situations. Especially in this state..." His eyes didn’t seem angry at that moment; they were just worried. It almost felt foreign to see him not roll his eyes back at you. It shocked you.

“How are you getting home?" Spencer’s voice is a lot more stern this time, startling you a bit. You never expected him, of all people, to care.

"Well, mister Reid…”

“It’s Dr.” He corrects you.

“Whatever.. me and my friend… Liv… will get a cab home. Any other questions?"

When he doesn’t respond right away, you think that’s the end of the interaction. When you attempt to slip your arm out of his grasp, he only tightens his grip a bit more. Not hurting you, but stopping you from walking away.

“I- I don’t think that’s very safe. I’ll give you guys a ride.”

Usually you’d argue and protest, but he seemed too serious to even try. And besides, you’d rather get a free ride than pay for one.

“Whatever..” You begrudgingly agree, pulling your arm away to go get your friend. Liv is easily pulled off the dance floor this time as you explain the situation. She holds onto your arms as you exit the club behind Spencer. It was obvious she had many more drinks than you; you could’ve looked a little sober next to her.

"Hello, sir, thank you for the ride.” She says to Spencer, her words are barely comprehensible. Spencer just nods, not really understanding what she said.

You walk to Spencer’s car with Liv on your arm, then softly help her into the backseat, buckling her up. She was laughing and giggling as you did so, not paying much attention to Spencer at all.

"Please, please, please don’t throw up in my car.” You hear him talk to himself as he walks to the driver's side door and gets in.

As you get in the front seat beside Spencer, you look around at the interior of the car. It was completely clean; there was not a speck of dirt in sight.

“Huh, is the car new?” You ask, turning your head to face him. He shook his head as he stuck the keys in the ignition, starting the vehicle.

“No. I just don’t drive much. I don’t like to, I usually take the train or have a coworker drive me. Can you give me your guys addresses?”

You nod, telling him both addresses, seeing as Liv was too inebriated to say much. The car begins to move, and you lay your head back to stare out the window. Watching the world pass by was calming; you even began to drift off a little.

Suddenly, the car stops.

“We’re at Livs.” He almost whispers. You lift your head up and look around before getting out of the car. You still had pretty bad balance, but better than Liv’s, who had passed out by now. Spencer gets out as well and helps you hoist Liv out of the backseat.

“How much did you guys drink?” He asks, referencing how drunk your friend was. The two of you begin walking to the door of her house.

“Not a lot, just... a lot..” You joke, laughing at your own stupidity.

“I wouldn’t do that. Alcohol causes 13 percent of deaths among-“

“Boooorinnng.” You interrupt. He presses his lips together as you two reach the door. You dig through the purse Liv had on her shoulder and fish her keys out, quickly unlocking the door and pushing it open.

“I’ll go put her to bed.” You say, dragging Liv off Spencer’s shoulders and to her room. She is easily carried, being quite light. As you reach her room, you set her down on the bed and take her purse off her shoulder, placing the keys beside it on her dresser. She didn’t really respond much, but you did hear her softly snoring as you laid her down.

As you shut the lights off and exit the house, you see Spencer waiting on the sidewalk for you.

“Come on, I’m tired.”

You walk to the car and get it again, buckling up quickly.

As you begin driving, he suddenly begins talking to you.

“I never took you as someone to go out at all.”

“Dr. Reid, you don’t know me at all.”

Saying this makes you realize, you don’t know him either. I mean, he was annoying, yes, but what did he do? What did he like? Were his interests as painstakingly pretentious as he was? You grew curious, then quickly grew confused as to why you were curious at all.

When he laughs at your comment, you immediately snap out of your head. “I do know you’re a pain in the ass.”

“You’re not exactly a dream either, believe me.”

You go back to staring out the window, waiting for the car to finally park in front of your apartment.

When it finally does, you get out as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, Spencer is right behind you.

“Stop following me, weirdo.” You comment as you walk in front of him, refusing to turn around.

"Sorry, princess, but in case you forgot, I’m your neighbor.”

You groan at this comment as you both reach your apartment doors. You were already so irritated and tired that you couldn’t bear another snarky comment or remark from him. Opening your door, you look at him and nod.

“Good night, Dr. Reid.” Your tone was sassy, yet jokey. He rolled his eyes and smiled at you, lifting his hand to wave goodbye. Before he can reply or say anything, you shut the door.

You made him smile.

He smiled cause of you?

Why did you care so much that he smiled? Shouldn’t that annoy you? Maybe you were just too drunk to function properly. You shake the thoughts off and slip into more comfortable clothes, quickly jumping into bed and falling asleep. Maybe tomorrow you’ll be thinking straight…

-‘๑’-

PT 1 | PT 3

tag list: @daisyridleyss @taygrls @yeonalie @peanutbelley @vivian-555 @ehedrick012110

a.n : this feels really long, and it is, so sorry ! but next chapter is a lil more eventful i hope! also, in my head liv is a blonde sweet sort of ditzy girl, but you can imagine her however you’d like! liv lover regardless 💪🏽💯

#spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid #cm imagine #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #juqtier writes… 🐈

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auroracalisto · 1 year ago

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your love awaits my own

gn!reader, 614 words summary: osferth is a blabbermouth around you, and sometimes, it leads to incredible things. a/n: i started writing this last year... i only got around to finishing it towards the beginning of june. whoops. tw: n/a

"You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen," Osferth blurted, eyes growing wide and lips clamping shut as soon as he spoke.

Sihtric choked on his drink, nearly spitting the beverage out as Uhtred looked up at him in mild surprise.

A heavy blush coated his cheeks as he cleared his throat, looking anywhere but you. He couldn't look at you. Not with a comment as embarrassing as that.

You couldn't help but laugh, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Oh? And what's beautiful about them, monk?" you asked, leaning back against your seat.

Finan snickered in his seat, while Sihtric was still recovering, unable to stop from laughing at the baby monk. Finan couldn't help the pride that blossomed in his chest.

"Well, I don't—"

"—so are you lying, then?" you quickly interrupted. "I didn't know monks were keen on lying."

"No, I am not lying! I just... I was not prepared to hear myself say that, especially in front of... well..."

Uhtred stood up from his seat, patting Osferth on the back as he motioned for the others to leave. Sihtric made a noise of protest, but as Finan stood, he, too, rose to leave for the time being.

Osferth squirmed where he sat, taking a sip of his own drink as you continued to stare him down.

"Well?" you asked.

He sat his cup down, eyes slowly trailing up to your own. He couldn't believe he had said that—how embarrassing! How completely foolish of him to say such a thing. How... completely and utterly honest he had been as soon as the words left his mouth.

Osferth let out a soft sigh.

"You... you have the kindest eyes I have ever seen," he said. "I do believe any time you gaze at me, I am happiest."

Your smile only grew.

"Alright, monk," you said. "I—"

"—I'm not finished," he said. "It's... not just your eyes that are beautiful."

This piqued your interest. You fell silent, watching him closely. You had had a crush on the monk for some time, and regardless of what he said, you doubted it would anything. In fact, the fact that he became so flustered from this little mishap made it all worthwhile.

He softly spoke your name, and it was as if the sweetest of music came from his very lips.

"Your smile... your face. I—if I am being honest, I did not think this far ahead. I had talked to Finan, and he said to compliment you, but as you can tell, I do not believe it's going very well."

"Why did you want to compliment me, Osferth?"

He frowned. "Is it not obvious?"

"It is," you said with a smile. "I would much rather hear you say it, though."

"I... I quite like you," he said. Your name left his lips as he shifted in his seat, eyes gazing into yours. "I do not believe I've ever cared for anyone the way I care for you."

Your eyes widened. "You... you speak in earnest?"

"Of course I do," he said, a soft smile beginning to form on his lips. "I have never been dishonest with you, and I do not plan to do so, now."

You began to smile. "I quite like you, too, Osferth."

"You do?" Osferth asked, his heart lurching to his throat.

"I do."

A loud cheer came from behind you, a cup slamming down on the table beside you.

"It's about time!" Sihtric excitedly yelled, taking a seat beside you.

Osferth furiously blushed as he looked anywhere but his friends, but he was grateful to know you shared the same feelings. He couldn't bear thinking otherwise.

#osferth #osferth x reader #the last kingdom fanfic #tlk #tlk x reader #osferth x gn!reader #gender neutral #gender neutral pronouns #x reader #the last kingdom #the last kingdom x reader #ewan mitchell #ewan mitchell x reader

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amymbona · 4 months ago

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thinking about reader babysitting dilf patrick’s kid…. he’s divorced but seeing you being so domestic is really giving him a little bit of a breeding kink which is bad because he shouldn’t feel this way for you and he shouldn’t fantasize about cumming in you :(((

I already have an idea for this in my drafts so YES!

I'm imagining you are sort of an assistant at one particular sports resort. You're responsible for greeting the players who show up for matches, show them the locker rooms, give them directions, make sure they're on time and just attend to their needs.

When Patrick shows up for his match, he's accompanied by a little girl, she couldn't be older than three or four, clutching onto her daddy as he greets you. He lets you know, with a worried pout on his face, that he couldn't find a nanny for today and naturally, being the kids loving person, you offer to take care of her while he's on the court.

He thanks you generously and almost kisses you, genuinely thankful for your kindness. And seeing his daughter has already warmed up to you enough, he offers you a side gig - babysitting. Naturally, you accept, not only liking the little girl but Patrick as well.

This is how you become a frequent guest at the Zweig house, slowly but surely becoming really close to his daughter. You stay at his place (and sleep in his bed) when Patrick has to travel over night, as he trusts you completely.

His daughter genuinely adores you, loves that you read her bedtime stories, paint and build lego with her and bring some sweet snacks every time you come for a visit. You have put the whole house in order too, not that is was unhygenic or down tight messy in any way, but it kind of lacked the touch of a woman.

Now, Patrick is finally able to find knives of all sizes in the kitchen, has the Harry Potter franchise sorted in his bookshelf from the first book to the eight and knows how exactly to cook his daughter's favourite spaghetti meatballs.

And Patrick adores you too, more than that, to be honest. He's so into you, like, you're the prettiest, kindest girl he has ever met before. You never get angry when he gets frustrated or unsure, not knowing how exactly to behave when his daughter falls sick, and actually help him instead of bitching about it.

The more time you spend at Patrick's place, the more he wants do keep you here forever. And from all the ideas how to exactly achieve that, a particular one has settled on his mind.

He's seen you naked once, when you were staying for the night and forgot to bring a towel when you went to shower. He brought you one, getting a little peek at your body through the gap in the door. As much as he tried to keep himself in check, he had to fuck his fist after he was sure you went asleep.

And ever since that, he hasn't been able to stop thinking about it. About your beautiful body and your charming presence. You make his house smell sweet, you make his daughter laugh like a ray of sunshine and you make him the happiest man in the whole world. At one point, he finds himself wishing you were the real mother of his child.

The thought of having children with you floods his mind like a tsunami, and he becomes completely obsessed with it. Oh, how bad he wants do fuck you. How bad he wants to see your bare body from all angles and hear you moan his name. How fucking bad be wants to make love to you in his bed.

But rather than the act itself, he's excited about the consequences. He gets so hard to the idea of you pregnant, forced to stay with him because he'd never let you leave, he's never let you take care of your baby by yourself. And perhaps it's selfish, it's selfish towards his own daughter and the possible child you two could have, but if that is the only way to keep you in his life, he's willing to take that step.

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fanttasttica · 1 year ago

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Finding you

Rhysand x reader

High lord of the Night court visits Court of Nightmares once again. You know what purpose of his visit is - to find a wife. But how will it go?

warnings: smut

words: 2551

High lord of the Night court, Rhysand, was once again visiting Court of Nightmars, your home. His visitations were quite rare, it was known, that he practitally hated this part of Night court. And you did too. Honestly you were jealous of the High lord, because he could come and go as he pleased.. but you were trapped here. It was your prison. Well, your situation was way worst than prisoners, you were feeling like a prisoner here, and yet.. they knew what destiny awaited them. They knew, if they will be released in ten or hundred years or if they will die, rot in their cell. But you? You didn't know anything and there was a little you could do to change your situation. Only thing you could do was to wait, get married and to hope that your husband will hate this place, as much as you do, so you would leave together. Your views on future were lots of things, but they werent nice.

Maids were helping you to prepare for tonight's ball. It was really important ball and not only becauce High lord was visiting. More important was purpose of his visit and tonight, he hoped to find a wife. Already for a few years a lot of people were talking about an heir, important thing your High lord didn't have yet and he definitely should. This was a hard time. Friendship between many courts was on the edge and anything could happen. Really dangerous times and maybe purpose of this was even more important. Court of Nightmares didn't like Rhysand and in response, he hated this place, not that you could blame him. Searching for his wife here, between ladies from noble families could help him form alliance. Definitely not with Keir, but there were other important families, just like yours. And that was the reason why tonight was so important for your family. In hope that you will catch High lords eyes, your family paid quite lot for your dress, which fitted you perfectly. They were black, hugging your whole body tightly and flattering your curves. Maybe you hated purpose of this dress, but you couldn't bring yourself into hating that dress directly. You felt like a dark princess, elegant, cruel, but fair. After a while of thinking, you were rather optimistic. What could happen bad? Your life was already a nightmare, if the High lord notices you, maybe it would mean a new and especially better start. At worst, transfer from one prison to another. And if he didn't notice you? You can enjoy yourself, dance, chat with the few friends you have and have a good drink. It will be good. You promised yourself to try enjoy this ball and went to the hall.

The hall, where was the ball held was dark, like always. It was representing Court of Nightmares perfectly. In the center of the room, an ensemble played dark but soft songs that only added to the atmosphere. It was frightening and yet.. beautiful in its own way. Maybe you were just imagining it, but something in you was really telling you, that in the end, tonight will be good night. "Lost in your thoughts? I shouldn't be surprised." voice of your friend came to you unexpectedly. "I was just thinking," you shrugged, facing her with a small smile. "About what?" she raised her eyebrown, she did it everytime, when she was curious. "Anything and everything. I have many thoughts in my head, but I am not sure, if they are even worth of thinking." you replied honestly, not sure if you put it good enough so it would make sense. Y/F/N took your hand and grinned at you. "I am sure they are. Why wouldnt they?" you didn't want to answer, it was clear that it would destroy atmosphere even more and in addition, your friend was one of the kindest and happiest person you knew and you didn't want to bring her down, so you were happy, when you didn't have to answer. Big doors to the hall opened and relieved High lord himself with his companions - Cassian, Azriel, Morrigan and Amren. You were surprised to see her here. It was maybe for the second or third time in your life? Well, you weren't that old, nearly thirty, but still, it was surprise probably for everyone. As everyone else, sou bowed to your High lord and remained in that position until he greeted everyone. It wasn't a warm greeting, he was measuring you all with stone expression and his power? You could feel it very well and that was something he wanted, it was silent threat and remark, that he was High lord here and anyone who would want to test him.. would end up badly. Maybe you should be scared or feel uncorfomotable like others, but you couldn't bring yourself to it. You were looking at High lords face with interest and your friend noticed it. She pushed you softly and provocatively. "You should stop staring like that." that woke you up out of trance. "Like what?" you asked, turning again to face her. "Like you want to have him for dessert.. Hmm.. but I can't blame you. He is sexy, High lord of naughty dreams." you rolled your eyes and gigled and the same time. "You are unbelievable."

You didn't have time to chat more with your friend, because your mother came as it was time for you to be represent before the High lord. "Don't forget to smile, bow and stand straight.. And don't say a word if you are not asked a question. Until then, me and your father will do all the talking." she said to you for the third time from this morning, not a little kindess in her voice. You gritted your teeth s oyou wouldn't say anything bat to her. She was your mother. Maybe you didn't love her, but you still tried to respect her. Although her words made you feel like a sale cow, waiting to be sold by their owners. But now it wasn't a time to argue, nor it was time to seemed hurt. If the Court of Nightmares has taught you anything, it was to recognize a time when it's better to shut your mouth and put a mask on your face. And you did that right now, so no one could see what you truly think. Then, before you even knew it, you were standing before the High lord and his purple eyes, your mates purple eyes, were scaning you with interest. You bowed deeply, as you were taught, straightened up and looked at the High lord, just for a second, before you turned your gaze to his companions. First was Azriel, or sometimes called Shadowsinger, you met his eyes and you could swear that you saw a glimpse of surprise and happiness. Cassian wasn't even trying to hide something, as he grinned at you. Saying that you were surprised was not enough. Do they recognize this bond? Did the High lord recognize it and told them? You knew he was daemati. Your heart was beating slightly faster than usually and because of that, you didn't look at Morrigan or Amren. You were afraid to see what expression they have on their faces. Finally, you started to pay attention and looked on your father, who was now speaking." .. and that's why our daughter is perfect for you, my High lord." You weren't sure if you should be mad at yourself, because you haven't heard what your father was saying, because you were lost in your thoughts, or if you should be glad. Hearing how elegantly he said that you will surely be fertile and obedient wife wasn't something you necessarily needed. You looked at High lord, hoping that he would send you away, praying that he wouldn't say anything about the bond, if he felt it of course. He was looking directly at you, trying to find your eyes, which you were avoiding, but now, you allowed your eyes to meet. It was probably the biggest mistake of your life, because from that moment, you couldn't look anywhere else, your throat was dry and what was worst, no one said anything for what seemed like eternity. High lord stood up, walking towards you, so now he stood only a few centimeters before you. You could feel the heat coming from his chest and his smell.. his smell was incredible. You heard that after mates find each other, they could feel really strong attraction towards other, but it was still weird. You felt like a school girl, who was having a huge crush on new student in class. "Before I give you my answer, I need to talk to your daughter." Rhysand's words gave you goose bumps, but it felt really pleasantly. "Of course, Lenka would like to spea-" before you could hear your father finish his sentence, you were winnowed away.

The hall had dissapeard and now you were standing in the middle of luxurious chambers. "Pardon me. I know this isn't the best place to have a first conversation, but it's the only place in this Court no one should be able to listen to us." you only now understood, that these are not just any chambers, these are your mates chambers. To your displeasure, you felt yourself blush. "Ehm.. I think everywhere is better than in that hall," before eyes of hundreds people. At least now you had your privacy. "You feel it too, right?" you asked quietly. If he hadn't you wouldn't probably be standing here, but you wanted to be sure. "I did,! he sighed and then smiled at you "it's just hard to believe. After many years of hoping and trying to find my mate.. After I lose my hope and start looking for a wife.. I finally find you." You smile at him, in response. "Yeah.. I wasn't even hoping to find my mate ever." you always thought that you will marry just out of obligation. That you will marry someone because your family will pick them. Of course having a mate didn't have to end happily, but now you had a better chance of happiness than ever. "I know this isn't ideal, it is very fast and I am asking too much from you, but please give me a chance." you shook your head, not believeing he would think that you would say no to him. "I am not going to reject this.. you.. if that's what are you thinking. I wasn't hoping to find my mate because of my family. I always thought that I will have arranged marriage with someone just for political advantage." you shrugged as you answered him. He seemed a little bit angry at what you said. "Yes.. It was clear what your father almost from the beggining." he stepped closer to you, raised his hand and after you gave him little nod, brushed his fingers across your cheek in loving way. "I don't know you properly, but I already feel more happy with you, that I ever did with my family.." it was nice, saying something without worrying that someone who shouldn't would hear. "Although I don't like hearing that.. I intend to keep you happy for the rest of our long life together." his fingers brushed against your lips, which caused that you opened them little and looked on his. As you leaned closer to him, you blamed this need for him on your bond, cursing it in your head.

"Y/N.." he said your name with the same need you were feeling. You never kissed anyone. Even in your family it was rare. You could count on one hand how many times your mother or father kissed you on your birthdays or anytime at all. And because of that, you were really glad, that he did the next step and kissed you. And this kiss? It was everything you could wish for. At first, his lips brushed softly against yours, he didn't want to rush you, although you wanted this as much as he did. He still gave you the opportunity to pull away. Your heart sang at his care. After a while, he had a courage to kiss you more passionately as you moaned his name quietly. "This was worth waiting for." you couldn't agree more, but for now, you didn't want to talk. You will have enough of time to do that later. You were filled with need, need for him, for his touch, for his lips. And obviously, he was too. His hands travelled to your back, he pulled you closer to him as his mouth find your neck. He started kissing your neck, not leaving one spot without his mark. You were sure that tomorrow morning you would have a lot of marks from him, that would need be cover by makeup. But it felt so good, that you didn't mind at all. You didn't mind telling your family what exactly happend. They could go to hell. Now you were lost in Rhysand and you couldn't be happy more. "We probably should stop. Because if I will take you to my bed, I will not let you leave again tonight and tomorrow probably not either." it didn't matter to you. "Don't stop.. please," if he would stop kissing you right now, you would be mad at him, maybe a little bit emarassed, but mostly angry. He listened to you, picked you up and laid gently at his big bed. You put your hand on his chest and stroked her. You looked at his eyes and he recognized what you wanted to stay. His clothes dissapeard, leaving him only in his underwear. Now, your hand was resting against his naked chest and you were absolutely amazed. You were probably more lucky with this male as mate than you thought. "Do you like what you see, Darling?" His cocky smile was telling you, that you didn't had to answer at all. Your expression told him everything. "You know that I do.. But now I think it's my turn." you point at your dress, which were beautiful, but right now you wanted to get rid of them as fast as possible. Rhysand smile widely as he leaned over you. "That is problem that can be easily solved.. Normally I would take my time with undressing you, but tonight I will go straight to the tasting." and with wave of his hand, you were in front of him naked. At this point, your shyness was hiding somewhere in the shadows, horrified of this scene. As Rhysnad promised, he started tasting you, slowly. His mouth was on your neck, on your breast.. it was everywhere. And finally, it was between your legs. His mouth found your sweet center and he was driving you mad. You were squeezing sheets as you were closer to your release. "Come for me my darling.. now.." you obeyed him and moaned his name after you climaxed. You were breathing heavily, feeling a little bit dizzy, but you still felt amazing. "Catch your breath my darling." Rhysand whispered in your ear and his lips brushed against yours. "I am not planning on stopping here.."

#rhysand x reader #rhys x reader #rhysand imagine #rhysand fanfic #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar imagine #acotar series

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literary-motif · 9 months ago

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People Pleasing's Never Good For Your Health

Asirel Cain x Reader

Asirel forgets to feed you.

Warnings: talk of starvation

Asirel, while being the kindest human you had encountered in a while, certainly was not the nicest. He was cold, calculating and gave you the impression that — despite saying otherwise — he wanted to earn your trust and good grace only to exploit you further down the road.

In his line of business, the selfishness he exuded certainly came in handy. At least, that was what you assumed based on the cryptic allusions he had made about it. It had not been easy to understand what your new occupation for him would entail since he was adamant about evading all your questions about himself, his life, and his work.

You accepted without hesitation regardless, jumping at the prospect of getting out of the chains digging into your skin, shackling you to the wall, and escaping the underground cell you had been placed in. There had been so little stimuli for your heightened senses during your time of captivity that with every passing day, it felt more and more like you were losing your mind, another piece of you chiseled away by the darkness and loneliness and quiet.

It was different with Asirel.

The mansion you were staying in was large and, despite Asirel’s obvious trust issues, had various people rushing in and out throughout the day. Not that you minded the commotion they caused. On the contrary, the sound of them going about their work made you feel calm. The smell they brought with them, their occasional touch when they brushed you in the hallway, made you slowly leave the rotten cage behind, which had shackled you for so long, and start feeling alive again.

Due to Asirel being so closed off, however, he did not exactly specify what you could and couldn’t do now that you were officially his, well, pet, and you did not want to risk upsetting him so soon into your collaboration.

What he had asked of you was not difficult to achieve, honestly. Watching over him, protecting him from some humans that might want to one-up him sometime in the future: no problem at all. You could snap all his assailants like a twig. Asirel was perfectly safe with you.

Standing in the kitchen now, the cook behind the kitchen aisle happily chatting to you about their two cats while slicing bread, the thought hit you that this was the happiest you had been in a long while.

You had your own room, which you could leave at your own volition to roam around the house and interact with people who, surprisingly, did not treat you like a monster or some creature to be afraid of. Of course, there was the occasional employee who would duck their head and find the most absurd excuse to leave the room when you entered, but they were oddly rare. Most of the staff, especially the cook, seemed mildly intrigued by you, treating you as just another part of their uncommon lives.

It was all rather charming, if not for a very substantial issue you did not know how to raise with Asirel: he had not let you feed in what felt like ages.

Vampires did not need to feed as often as humans did, so much was true, but at least once a week would be nice. Once every two weeks would also be acceptable if Asirel could only arrange for that much, but it had been a month since he had taken you in and ever since giving you his blood while you were still in your cell, shackled to the wall, he had not opened his veins again for you. That was a considerable time to go without fresh blood, and you had started to feel light-headed, occasionally having a spike of agony rise deep within you at being starved. Again.

You had been given next to nothing to eat during your captivity as a way to keep you weak and pliable for your capturers, but now, being tasked with protecting someone, you bitterly wondered how exactly you were supposed to do that efficiently and to the best of your abilities if Asirel did not give you enough to eat to restore your full potential.

A part of you wondered if he was doing it on purpose, keeping you weak because he did not trust you. Maybe he was afraid of what you would do, of what you could do if you wished, both to him and all the people in his care. But that would be unreasonable. Why get you in the first place, then? What use was a weak vampire? How would they protect him, when they themself were a potential threat if they lost their senses from sheer hunger?

More probable was the thought that Asirel simply did not know better. Of course, he had seemingly dealt with vampires and other beings for a long time during his career, but that did not mean he knew their requirements regarding the quantity of food they needed.

You had wanted to bring it up, but the unreasonable part of yourself — the mistrustful one — held onto the thought that he knew exactly what he was doing, and did not want you to feed for whatever reason. To keep you weak. To test you and find out how far he could push you until you caved.

You did not dare to ask him for blood he would not give of his own accord, which left you here, leaning against the wall of the kitchen and trying to follow along to Tay’s words as best as you could to distract you from the hunger eating you up from the inside.

“I know you’ve probably seen a lot of places,” they said, drying the salad leaves, “and I envy you for that. I’ve always wanted to go to Europe. Just imagine the beaches of the Mediterranean. Or the fog slowly creeping around the trees of the German Schwarzwald!”

“Why have you never gone, then?” you asked, eyeing the half-finished sandwich with disdain, “I’ve got some connections, I believe. If you want, I could inquire about the best places to visit.”

Tay blushed, stuttering out a quick thank you before declining the offer. “I mean, this job pays very well. That’s not the issue. I’m just thinking about going on this trip when I get married, like on a honeymoon,” they said, breaking into a beaming grin that would outshine the sun, “but I don’t think my fianceé’s ready yet. I’ll just wait. The Schwarzwald is not going anywhere. Besides, I have the two fur balls to look over, and I— damn!”

The scent of blood hit you an instant before Tay’s hiss of pain did. You inhaled sharply, mouth-watering, and muscles seizing at the acute reminder that food was within your grasp if you only dared to reach for it.

Mistaking your intake of breath for a gasp of worry, Tay reassured you quickly, cleaning their bleeding finger under the faucet before wrapping it in a tissue, “I’m fine really. I was distracted by the trees and my knife slipped. Nothing to worry about, I assure you.”

They turned around, shooting you a smile meant to be comforting, oblivious to your predicament. Distantly, you thought that they must have forgotten that you were a vampire, or they trusted you so much not to be afraid to bleed near you since they assumed you had yourself under complete control. You were not sure which of those answers made your heart ache more.

The feeling of hunger was only increasing, and no matter how much you tried to distract yourself by pushing your back further against the wall, you could feel the tread of your control slowly wearing down. You would snap any moment now. “Leave,” you bit out through gritted teeth, the confused tilt of Tay’s head only furthering your irritation, “Leave the room. I’m serious.”

“But I—” they began hesitantly, looking at you with wide eyes that shone with something akin to hurt, “I have not finished my work yet.”

You could no longer contain yourself, rushing towards them with unnatural speed. The smell of blood was all you could focus on, and it was so close you could almost taste the liquid in your mouth. It did not matter that it was Tay bleeding; the person who had opened up to you immediately and tried their hardest to make you feel comfortable in your new environment. It did not matter because the prospect of feeding after being denied for so long was just so intoxicating that it numbed your mind, letting your primal instincts take over.

“And pet,” Asirel had said after giving you a short tour of the house and introducing you to those under his care who worked in it regularly, “if you hurt any one of my employees, I’ll stick you back in a cage you will never get out of. Do I make myself clear?”

You braced yourself against the kitchen aisle at the last instant, gripping it with strength so crushing you wondered why it did not splinter under your hands. Tay had taken a hurried step back, their back hitting the counter and their hands raised as if trying to fend you off.

“Leave!” you growled again, closing your eyes to focus on your breathing and drown out the sound of the erratic heartbeat — pumping fresh, delicious blood in abundance — on the other side of the room.

“What is going on here?” Asirel’s sharp voice cut through the haze in your mind, the thought of blood momentarily forgotten as a sense of dread overcame you. “What did you do?” he hissed angrily, moving to stand beside you as if waiting, daring you to move and attack.

You looked up to Tay, who was still standing as far away from you as they could, frozen in shock and fear. Their wide eyes and rigid posture made your heart break. ‘A monster,’ you could see it reflected in their gaze on you, ‘I was befriending a monster.’

“I—” your voice caught on the first syllable.

“It’s my fault, really,” Tay said quietly, a forced smile appearing on their face, “I was careless, cutting myself in the kitchen. They just—”

Asirel raised a hand, making them fall silent. “I told you to behave,” he said, his tone of voice turning his words into a threat.

It made you bristle. Still refusing to look at him, you kept your gaze on the sandwich on the counter. The image of food reminded you of the pain cursing through you, the pain he was responsible for. The rage suddenly twisting sharply inside you forced you to take a steadying breath. “It would be easier to behave,” you snapped with as much venom as you could muster, “if you were not starving me!”

A part of you had expected Asirel to laugh at that, perhaps to mock you about how easy you were to break — at how pathetic it was that you were not brave enough to take what you needed for yourself — but he did not. The suffocating silence engulfing the room instead made your skin crawl with anticipation and uncertainty.

Clearing his throat, Asirel began to speak. “Tay,” he said calmly, but you could hear the underlying tremor in his voice, “Leave. Take a break, it’s alright.”

For a moment, it looked like they wanted to protest or say something, but a single look from Asirel made them swallow their words. They ducked their head and exited the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone together.

“I did not mean to snap at you,” you apologized in a whisper, but Asirel was not paying you any attention. He was busy removing his suit jacket and rolling up his left sleeve. You glanced at him, a frown on your face. “What are you doing?”

Asirel chuckled humorlessly. “What, you tell me I am starving you and expect me to just move on from that? I know you haven’t known me long, but I would have thought that you at least had some vague idea about the person I am. Now come on” — he held his arm out towards you — “drink. I know you want to, pet. You need to.”

He was right. But the overwhelming need to feed was exactly why you were hesitant to do so. You did not know how far you would go once you tasted blood, and you did not want to risk draining Asirel. “I—” you stuttered, as he kept looking at you expectantly, “I’m afraid I won’t stop.”

“I trust you,” he said without hesitation, “Come on now, I can see you’re fighting to restrain yourself. Give in, it’s alright.” Asirel stepped closer to you, making you fight the urge to take a step back. His heartbeat was even louder now, drowning out everything else. “I give you permission.”

Your resolve broke. Slowly at first, you began feeding, but the sweet taste of his blood in your mouth made you crave more and more. It had been so long that you could not help yourself now, finally allowed to satiate your hunger.

The soft grunts and hisses from Asirel barely registered as you continued, oblivious to everything but the satisfaction of finding relief. “Right,” he said hoarsely, “That’s enough for now.” You did not stop, too caught up in the bliss to notice his words. “Pet?” Asirel brought his free hand up to tread through your hair, pulling slightly to get you to release his arm.

With a herculean effort, you let go of him. “Pardon,” you mumbled, licking your lips to savor every last drop of his blood. Admittedly, you felt a lot better. The pain tearing at you had subsided, and you could feel renewed energy flowing through you.

When you looked back at Asirel, you found him leaning heavily against the counter, trying to catch his breath. He looked pale. A thin layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead and his hands shook as he tried to loosen his tie. “I just need a moment,” he said weakly, and you could see him swaying where he stood. “Just a moment, and then you can keep—”

You pulled up a chair from the kitchen table, grabbing his arm to keep him from falling as you helped him sit down. “Did I take too much?” you asked, narrowing your eyes as you undid his tie and opened the first button of his dress shirt. With quick steps, you walked around the kitchen aisle and grabbed the sandwich Tay prepared, bringing it to Asirel.

“No, not at all,” he answered quickly, eyeing the food. “I have just had something to eat. I’m fine.”

You kneeled, catching his gaze. “Asirel, I need you to be honest with me on this, please,” you said firmly, and the seriousness and gravity of your voice made him pause, “Did I take too much?” The burning intensity of your eyes entranced and confused him in equal measures, making him forget that you had not called him by his preferred title.

He considered your question for a moment, holding eye contact. “No,” he said with confidence, “You did not. It was fine, pet. Don’t worry.”

His response made you breathe a quiet sigh of relief. “Good,” you whispered to yourself. Asirel’s fingers running slowly through your hair brought you back to the present, raising your eyes to look at his somber expression. “Eat, please. You need the energy after the blood I took from you.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” he asked instead, continuing to play with your hair. You looked away, unable to meet his piercing gaze, but he stopped you, tilting your chin up with the fingers of his free hand. “Don’t look away from me, pet. Why did you not tell me you were suffering?”

“It was not a priority,” you said quietly, “and you seemed to be versed enough with vampires that I assumed you knew what you were doing, so what use was there in reminding you?”

For a moment, Asirel’s gaze softened. His expression turned from his usual mask of being entirely in control of a situation into one of anguish and guilt. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it. He exhaled slowly, and the hard look in his eyes returned a moment later. “From now on, tell me,” he said, taking a bite of the sandwich, “I can help.”

#sakuverse #zsakuva #asirel cain #asirel cain x reader #asirel

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vividzzxz · 7 months ago

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🌸 ᴴᵒʷ ᵉⁿʰʸᵖᵉⁿ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ 🌸

(Hyung line)

-Heesung:

ⁱᵈᵒˡ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ⁱᵈᵒˡ!ʰᵉᵉˢᵉᵘⁿᵍ

-The first time you both met was at the dance studio, where both of your groups had a mixed dance session. He was flabbergasted by your beauty. He often stared at you for too long while you were dancing, and ofc you noticed it and gave him a smile to which he almost passed out coz of how beautiful your smile was. -He often asked your group members about your details and tried to make small talks between you two. You loved to make new friends and ofc you talked back. (NGL... you found him cute too. Who doesn't..?) -Then the day came where he built up enough courage and asked you out on a coffee date. You being yourself, accepted it coz you had a little crush on him too. You dolled yourself up, doing light makeup and wearing beige-colored clothes to match with the date and went on with the day.. -Heesung was shook at how lovely you looked and couldn't help but stare. After buying you a coffee and one of your favorite snack, you both started talking. -Timeskip to almost a month later, he's glad he took you on that date because once you both became closer day by day, he asked you to be his girlfriend, and you accepted it. He still thinks of it and smiles to himself for earning himself the kindest girlfriend ever.

-Jay:

ⁿᵒⁿⁱᵈᵒˡ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ⁱᵈᵒˡ!ʲᵃʸ

-The first time he met you was one of their concert and afterwards their fansign. He fell in love with how beautiful you were. How you were dressed in a denim mini-skirt and denim jacket with a cropped shirt inside. A simple outfit that made you look like an angel. -He waited Hoped for the moment where you would come for the fansign event. And once you came he was the happiest person ever. He gave you more affection than the others. He felt this surge of happiness when you both intertwined your fingers together like the others did, even you felt it. -After this, both of you hoped to see each other, and guess what, fate brought you two back together at a cafe. He walked into the cafe wearing a mask and a hat, not wanting attention. He saw you sitting there at the corner drawing on your i-pad, the sunlight hitting your face and highlighting you already beautiful features more. -This gave him a surge of confidence as he came and sat beside you, and voila you both started talking casually and now are great friends that are in love with each other.

-Jake:

ⁿᵒⁿⁱᵈᵒˡ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ⁿᵒⁿⁱᵈᵒˡ!ʲᵃᵏᵉ

-Both of you met at a petshop. You went to give your pet dog to the shop owner since you both were friends.. When you were petting you dog and kissing her before leaving, Jake walked in with one of his other friend. He saw you petting your dog and walked up to you. You both were visually shocked by each others looks. Both of you shrugged it off before he initiated the conversation. -He asked whether the dog was yours and started petting it. Surprisingly, your dog let him pet it. "She doesn't let anyone other than me and the owner pet her. Guess there are some people she might like after all." I say before giggling. He replied with a giggle and continued petting her. I looked at the time and sighed before giving her to the owner. "Are you leaving her here with the owner? Are you going somewhere??" He asked. -I replied "Yea.. My mother's sick and she lives in Japan, so I gotta travel to meet her and I can't take her with me coz my mom's allergic to dog fur. I'll be back in exactly a week, hope she'll be fine". He gives me a smile before saying "Hope your mother gets well soon." I smiled and walked out of the shop so I could catch my flight on time. -A week later I come back to the same petshop to see him petting my dog. I run to my dog before hugging her tight and kissing her so much. He laughs before asking how's my mom doing.. After the convo he makes a brave decision of asking me on a date to which I accept and well after hanging out for a while we both start developing feelings for each other.

-Sunghoon:

ⁱᵈᵒˡ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ⁱᵈᵒˡ!ˢᵘⁿᵍʰᵒᵒⁿ

(Both of you work under the same company / entertainment )

-You both first met at an event, where you both wore similar clothing and sat next to each other. Both of you had small conversations during boring times but kept it limited to prevent dating rumors. But the thing you both noticed was that, you both kept meeting each other at the same events more often. -This caused you both to become better friends with feelings for each other. Both of you knew you liked each other and you were whipped for him and his looks and vice versa. But you both were scared of the attacks and hate you would get for dating each other. Once after an event both of you were called in for a meeting. They shared that both of you had to go to an event as a couple. -This caused major shock for the both of you. They said that most fans wanted you both to take part in a event as a couple as you both looked good together. Later on, you both had a private meeting, with just the two of you. That's when he built the courage to ask you out, to make it official, to show you how much he loved you. You loved it but warned him about the attacks he would face due to this. To which he said he would be ready to face anything as long as you were with him. -You accepted and well until today, he's the best thing that had happened to you.

GYAHHH... I NEVER KNEW MAKING SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAVE BUTTERFLIES ERUPT IN MY STOMACH... ESPECIALLY THE JAKE ONE.. UwU

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venusfun · 3 months ago

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🌸Appreciation post🌸

I know I know.. I'm not posting, I'm not that active on my blog, but I want to say a huge thank you to all of you, that made me forget all the shit that happens in my life.

These years when I was posting, creating astrology content, and all the games were so fucking amazing, and I'm grateful for my other friends, talented people on here that supported me talked to me, asked me questions. To be honest, I actually felt useful for the very first time.

So thank you all for the good vibes, support, and I hope you will all have just as much fun here as I had. And I'm so happy seeing new people here, following their dreams, sharing their knowledge.

There are some accounts that I would like to say a personalized thank you:

@notanastrologer ahhhh you are so amazing, I absolutely love love LOVE the knowledge you are sharing here, you're always helping people and I'm so sure that you will get very far in life, I still remember the first ask that I sent you about Mars in 6th house haha. I'm very grateful for you and for the opportunity to interact with you.

@1111jenx you always in my mind have been the astrology it girl, you are so inspirational. Your posts are very deep and well-made. Even though we exchanged a few messages, I felt very joyful when we did. I'm very glad that I came across your account because the things I have learned from you could be written in a book. You're so fabulous.

@d4rkpluto I am truly amazed by your knowledge. I admit that at first I was quite intimidated by truthfulness because I see people putting on a mask when on social media. You are always honest and I love it. And I'm very happy to see you still active, and going strong on here. I'm grateful that I had the chance to read your posts since the newcomer Pluto era.

@hillarysss My first astrology friend! You are such an incredible person, you made the start of my astrology era very fun, Im grateful for the chance I got to communicate with u here on messages and on Discord. I absolutely enjoyed every interaction, and I hope you're doing great!

@leolo404 where do I even start? Even though we parted ways because I became inactive for a long time, I still find myself thinking about how you're doing. I'm thankful for all of the support I got from you, and I hate myself for losing such incredible communication. I wish I had done a lot more for you.

@ellmeria I would say you are one of my recent astrology friends, but I can tell that you're one of the kindest and stunning people I have come across. You are so talented and I can tell that success will follow you always. You're so inspirational, and your blog is very beautiful and well-made.

@astroismypassion you have one of the most informative blogs I have ever seen. Your ability to analyze placements is outstanding, I have learned so much because of your astounding posts, and I'm happy that many people because of you are learning and discovering many things about themselves.

@danihodgs you are so so so positive.. ALWAYS. I literally adore it so much, and I always get a smile on my face when I see you posting about your days! Keep going, you are stunning!

There are so many accounts that I'm grateful of! I can't even name all of them. I'm also very thankful for all the people following me, and it makes me happy that some of you enjoyed the content I made.

I still remember when I hit 50 followers and I felt like the happiest human on earth. Now I'm soon to hit 7000 which is indescribable. And I adore and love every single one of you.

I really really want to keep posting but nowadays when I think of a unique or interesting post to make, I feel stuck, I can't really explain the feeling.

At least in August, I will try my best to be more active, to show support and share kindness.

A very truthful and genuine thank you.❤️

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whentherewerebicycles · 3 months ago

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nothing gives you insight into what parenting styles produce what types of kids like college essay coaching!! I feel like within 30 min of talking to a kid you can tell exactly what their parents chose to value/center in raising them… and you can also tell whether they’re going to have a rocky or reasonably smooth transition to adulthood as a result. if you were wondering the kids who are happiest and most secure in themselves tend to have parents who:

are warmly interested in their kid’s interests and engaged in their lives but give them LOTS of space/autonomy to explore those interests on their own and are in no hurry to rush in to “fix” things for their kid

communicate respect for their child and trust in their child’s ability to make good decisions and handle their own shit responsibly. it’s kinda wild how much pride kids take in their parents trusting them!! maybe you the parent don’t always get to see that (I assume that even teenagers who have good relationships with their parents are still teenagers lol) but as an outside person working with your kid, it is so so obvious that kids know when their parents trust them and derive a lot of self-esteem from being worthy of that trust. it is also painfully obvious when the parent can’t let go or trust their kid, so the kid internalizes a strong sense of “they expect me to fail/fuck up and they are just waiting for it to happen.”

encourage kids to try lots of different things and to derive fulfillment from the experience of doing things instead of external awards

treat and speak about others with empathy and respect. the kindest kids are the most secure kids and the most secure kids are the kindest. let your kids see you consistently interact lovingly and generously with others!! if they hear you constantly critiquing, tearing down, nitpicking, complaining, etc they seem to internalize an uneasy, insecure sense that this is how others must perceive them and they become soooo much more closed-off, guarded, risk-averse, unsure of themselves, and vulnerable to shaming or being shamed

set high standards for their kids in terms of doing well in school and committing to their activities, but make it very clear that these things are not a “means to an end” (get good grades to get into a good college) but are about learning how to work hard, persevere through difficulties, honor the commitments you’ve made to others, and develop a strong, grounded sense of self-esteem. honestly the kindest thing you can do for your teenager is to make it super clear that it does not matter where they go to college because you are so warmly confident in their ability to thrive wherever they end up

model having warm, loving relationships as an adult with friends and extended family. just in general the happiest kids are the kids who are surrounded by people who love them, listen to them, and are invested in their well-being!! the kids who, when you ask them to tell you about their closest relationships, spontaneously talk about people who aren’t just their immediate family but also their aunts and uncles, grandparents, family friends, beloved teachers or coaches, etc

#I think like the takeaways for me are #if I’m worried it’s fine but it’s my responsibility to manage that without my kid knowing about it #it’s my job to communicate to owen that I believe in him and trust him and am here to support him as he figures out how to fix things #instead of jumping in to fix it for him #also I want him to be so loved!!!!! nothing is more important than just knowing you have lots of people in your corner who care about YOU #not about your grades or your achievements but YOU as a wonderful unique human being who is intrinsically worthy of love #I bet parenting is so hard!!! I bet I will find that out many times over in the years to come!! but I think it’s just nice to like #work with hundreds of teenagers and spend lots of time delving into their family background with them #and just seeing like ok the day to day decisions are probably maddeningly hard to make as a parent #but the basic ingredients are really really simple. love trust accountability respect autonomy and more love

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fieldofdaisiies · 11 months ago

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title: Feyre's Birthday ship: Feysand (+Nyx) type: fluffy drabble re-upload: thank you so much @reverie-tales for pointing out this very silly mistake - lesson learned: recycling old parts of stories without properly proof-reading is not smart...

The Riverside estate is covered in snow, little flakes dancing around, as Rhys and Nyx set out on a sweet yet very important mission. It's her special day – it's Feyre's birthday and Winter Solstice, and they have a wonderful surprise planned before the whole family arrives.

The air drifting in through the partly open window is fresh, and it smells like a wonderful winter day while inside the smell of freshly baked bread, eggs, and fruits wafts through the kitchen.

Rhys carries the tray, always careful to not spill anything, when they ascend the staircase. Nyx is holding onto the leg of his pants, his small fingers curled around the fabric, expression eager. "Mummy will be so surprised!" Nyx expresses happily, his lovely child voice drifting to Rhys's ears and filling the High Lord with nothing but happiness.

Nyx's eyes sparkle with excitement, his tiny feet barely making a sound as they pad over the wooden floor. Feyre has probably already woken up, wondering where her mate is.

But in order to not ruin Nyx's happiness, Rhysand —mind-to-mind— let her know that she should stay in bed and act surprised later on (he did not give her the details of their mission).

When they reach the top of the staircase, their gazes land on the window across from them. Outside the sun is rising slowly, casting a warm, golden glow through the window.

As they approach the door, Rhysand dips his chin, smiling brightly. Little Nyx looks just like him, and whenever he looks at him and immense feeling of pride fills him. This little boy, their little child, is the kindest and loveliest soul he has ever met and he is his son.

"Ready?" Rhys asks.

Nyx nods eagerly. Without further ado, he opens the door and storms inside, all caution about being quite and careful is forgotten, when Nyx loudly expresses, "MUMMY!"

Feyre sits up in bed, the biggest grin possible spreading over her face. She reaches her arms out, making grabby hands a little Nyx who immediately runs to her, flops onto the bed, tiny wings flapping a little behind his shoulders.

"Happy Birthday!" he hollers, curling his little arms around the High Lady's neck. She cuddles him to her, kissing the top of his head many times, tears brimming her eyes. "Baby," she whispers, and lifts her gaze to meet Rhys'. His own eyes are glazed, and his lower lip trembles a little.

Feyre is truly the most beautiful female in the world, and that also with tousled, sleep obvious on her face and in the midst of many blankets and pillows. Her love for her family is palpable and makes Rhys' heart beat faster.

"Good morning, darling. And the happiest birthday to you, my mate," Rhysand says, his voice filled with love. He places the tray down, bends at the waist and kisses the top of Feyre's head. She relishes in his scent, his warmth and can only grin again. Tipping her head back, Rhysand's gentle fingers on her chin, he kisses her lips — short, quick, but nevertheless full of love.

Nyx settles onto her lap, Rhys climbs onto the bed as well. He hugs his mate and then lifts the tray onto his lap. They share their special birthday breakfast in bed, laughing, talking, and sharing stories about winter and Solstice.

Nyx proudly tells how he helped prepare everything, and Feyre can't help but admire the her little boy, and the beautiful and proud smile on Rhys' face.

Outside, the snowflakes continue to fall, covering the world in a sheet of glittery white.

"I love you two so much," Feyre expresses. Nyx, now lying sprawled across Feyre and Rhys' laps, kicks his feet in the air and giggles. "We love you, mummy."

Feyre's tears return — they're tears of pure happiness. She is so grateful for this life, this family, the happiness she is feeling. Inside the cozy bedroom, as snowflakes fall outside and they share happy smiles and laughs, they're once again reminded what love and family truly means.

~~~~~~~~ tags: @girlinglass999 @autumndreaming7 @a-frog-with-a-laptop

#feysand #feysand and nyx #feysand son #rhysand #feyre archeron #acotar #acosf

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Look out for me

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first part of three: part two, part three

If you like I wrote another fic of neville, called "I can’t always be there to save you"

the Y/n is the same

Very, very slow burn

neville x f!reader

Being in the DA is one of the best things that happened to Y/n, not drawing attention on herself however has never been one of her abilities. When she found herself having to decide between defending Neville, which she isn't even so friend with or ending in the Umbridge hands she has no doubt, jumping at the rescue of the timid boy, not caring about the consequences. But this will have, and perhaps, not the ones expected.

The corridors of Hogwarts where colder that year, than ever before. Maybe only in the third year Neville found those colder, the terror of having the dementor roaming around the school and knowing that a serial killer was looking for the guy who slept in the bed near his almost make him go crazy that year. But in his fifth year the atmosphere if possible was even darker. The danger didn’t come from outside the school no more, but from the inside. The installation of the professor Umbridge was one of the worst things ever happened to the school; making the climate that the students had to endure the worst possible. Just walking around, talking freely, or looking too much could cause many problems to the younglings.

And there he was, walking alone in the afternoon, after the end of his lessons, going for the Room of Requirement, because Harry had that crazy idea, and now he was risking his neck to learn how to defend himself from crazy death eater and You-Know-who. He sighed, shaking his head, very lost in his thoughts, only listening the sound of his shoes on the floor of the empty hall; until a much faster sound captured his attention, someone coming very fast to his location. He raised his eyes just enough to look at his surrounding when a hand clashed on his back. “Hello, Darling. Going around alone? Mind if I walk with you? Pretty sure we are going in the same direction anyway and,” there she lowered her voice “Granger told us, better moving in pairs, less easy to pick on us.” A small laugh came out of a mouth next to Neville’s ear, as he moved his gaze to look at the girl that just crashed on his back.

Y/n was a year younger than him, a fellow Gryffindor, a normal girl. Pretty, Seamus once said, but no one had the courage to go tell her; her notorious hot head more than enough to keep any unwanted suitor away from her. But Neville had to agree with Seamus, she was, pretty. She had large shoulders, always waiting for one of the Weasley twins to fell of the broom (as she said) to be able to play, her hairs looked soft and well cured, even when she returned to the common room after study session they looked pretty, curled in a bum on top of her head; although that year she had cut them shorter, into a messy and carefree bob that was always, well... messy; but, and Neville could not explain that to himself, it looked like she wanted it to be like it, because even if it was chaotic, her hair looked better than ever. She had a happy smile, the one kind that make other people smile too, and a fast tongue that make her one of the targets both from the twins and the Umbridge, the firsts because they founded her annoyed words funny, and the second because she can’t seem to keep her mouth shout for her own good.

And, as the last part there were her eyes. Neville always tough that her eyes were the most mesmerizing eyes in the whole school. Able to go from looking like a sky before a storm, when she was studying or saw something that angered her, to the kindest and happiest one for almost nothing.

As one time she was clearly struggling with her head inside a book, reading for God know what time the same three lines; her face looked like she was about to explode and kill someone, and Ginny came to Neville asking for a courtesy.

“I have finished all my sweets,” she told him softly “don’t you happen to have something? This usually is enough to make her mood better.”

Now, Neville always was picked on by bullies, but after the year before when the girl crushed Gobble’s nose with her book to protect him, he felt a little more safe to walk around in the castle, especially when the girl was in the surroundings. So, he was eager to be able to help her, in everything, even the smallest thing. This was no exception, and the marvel when he noticed that, only tapping on her shoulder to offer her a candy, make her eyes transform in pure bliss. She accepted the candy so happily that make his heart warmer.

“Yes, I Know, but I didn’t find anyone; and…” he hesitated “going around with a girl is…”

She laughed, softly. “I swear Longbottom, I’ll be distant enough to not get us a detention, if someone comes by, okay?”

He nodded, slow.

“But seriously, ask me next time. I don’t like to go alone neither. And go picking Luna is a pain in the ass, I always send Ginny and Hermione. So, I don’t have to walk by myself for half of the castle.”

“She isn’t bad” tried to argue him.

“No, she is lovely. Don’t get me wrong.” She fasted explain “But, if you don’t mind, I prefer to walk with you.”

Some redness grew on the boy’s face, his hand twirling on each other’s. “I… like to walk with you too, Y/n.” he muttered.

“So, there isn’t any problem if we go together, only being safer. No cons, only pros.” She laughed, putting her hands in the pockets of the coat. “Am I wrong?”

The boy shakes his head. “As always, no, you aren’t.”

Another laugh left the lips of the girl next to him. She must have been of an extremely good mood that day, Neville thought, looking at her jumping happily in the middle of the hall, slightly ahead of him; he himself let go a smile, while looking at her. The thoughts in his head looking at the happy girl jumping and twirling her skirt, her bouncy hair free in the air, the laughter in her eyes. She was extremely good at making him happy, just by looking at her. He almost tend his hand to grab her when a cough reclaimed their attention behind them.

“Longbottom.” a snarky voice make him froze on the spot, and slowly turn around.

The malefic trio behind them, Draco was looking at Neville with a smirk on his face, and behind him Cabble and Goyle. Neville was petrified in the middle of the corridor, unable to lift his gaze to look at the three in the eyes, one good thing was that his figure covered almost completely y/n, so when she emerged from behind him she had a very good view of the change of expression of the three guys. She smirked at them, Cabble growl ah her, Neville with a surge of curage put himself between his friend and the bully.

“Do we have any problem, Malfoy?” asked the girl, putting a hand on Neville’s shoulder, to tranquilize him. “I mean, you and your two minions, clearly have some, but we?” she looked at them funny, “We didn’t do anything wrong.”

The blonde one, the one that looked like a ferret, gaze them with attention, before a smirk grew on his face. “Do you really wanna do this, L/n?”

The girl already had her wand in her hand, but was still smiling, and the tone of her voice spoke about arrogance, against Draco. “I won’t make anything, if you don’t do anything funny, Malfoy.”

Neville thought that the tension between the girl and Draco was so thick that could be cut with a knife, both looked like as they were ready to jump at each other throat, just a wrong movement and chaos would be unleashed in the corridors. They clearly hated each other, Draco was a bitch with all the Gryffindors, but Neville has seen him with that expression only looking at Harry, he would have never thought… His gaze moved on the two behind him, Cabble looked like he was ready to rip the head off y/n, probably because last year she broke his nose, and Goyle looked as always, eager to torment someone.

“Letting a girl defending you Squib?” asked Malfoy moving his gaze on Neville, witch didn’t answer the provocation.

Y/n however did.

“Jealous, Draco? What’s the matter? Do you wish to have someone protecting you?” she makes a grimace at him, moving her weight to a foot into the other. “I can show you, if you ask properly. Be a good boy, c’mon.”

She was shitting on him, and everyone could tell; but, for once, Draco decided to be the smart one, lifting his wand as to cast a spell, Neville saw the slow movement, and understood that there made with purpose, to make the girl attack him first. And that exactly what she did, seeing Draco lifting his wand she had no instants of doubt, her wand moved almost on his own ad she casted a spell that led the blonde boy fly into a wall, crashing and falling with disgraced movement.

But, when he lifted his face, aside from a little blood that was leaking from his nose, a smile moved his face.

“She attacked me!” he started screaming. “Get her! She attacked me!”

The yells were more than enough to make her hesitate for some moments, her eyes moved to Nevilles, with a sorry look on her face; knowing that she, with her hot head, just condemned them both to a visit into Umbridge’s office. That was just a second because after that a binding curse send her flying into the hall, blocked on the floor.

Neville looked in horror his friend being sent on the other side of the corridor, her hair scattered on the cold floor and her wand fled some meters from the body of the girl. Her eyes blocked looking in another direction, open. For a second, he felt bile coming in his mouth, she looked death, but then the Pietrificus totalus malediction crashed on him too, and his thought moved in another direction, afraid for the consequences of the meet.

When Neville recuperates his body autonomy, he was already in the Umbridge office; the smell of melted rose scented wax making his eyes watery, and his throat ache. Y/n on the floor too, not far away from him. She didn’t look very worried, and this made him even more anxious, afraid of what the girl could do. It was almost like she didn’t care what would have happened to her, as long as she would have win in the long period. She wasn’t afraid of losing points from her house, to sustain the angry looks of her housemates, to end in detention every other week; it was like she didn’t care because she feels in peace with herself every time she put herself in trouble to defend someone. So, there she was, lifting herself from the floor to sit on one of the little armchairs in front of professor’s Umbridge desk, with a little smile on her lips. Neville didn’t sit, standing behind the girl, trembling slowly.

“Is it true,” started the woman, passing her own wand from a hand to the other. “that you two attacked some other students.”

“No, it’s not.” answered Y/n fast, moving for an instant her gaze on Neville’s, which sent her a confused look. “I did. He didn’t do nothing, Miss, just standing here.”

The professor’s gaze moved on Neville, thinning.

“I’m ready to take the Veritaserum, Miss, I was the one that cast a spell first, on Malfoy. He did nothing, was walking me to the common room.” She fidgets with her hands, slightly nervous. “I swear, Miss. Neville’s has not done anything wrong, even stepping in the middle to stop me.” she make a small laugh. “He knows I’m a hot head.”

Professor’s Umbridge sat in silence, looking only at the girl.

“Very well” she sighed “Longbottom, you are free to go. But I have my eyes on you, so be careful.” She showed him the door. “And, perhaps, choose better friends, in the future.”

Neville opened his mouth, as to protest. “I’m… I was there it isn’t right… not only Y/n…”

The girl gave him a soft smile “It’s alright, I’ll see you in the common room later. I’ve made a mistake, It’s only my fault.”

Neville looked at her in disbelief. Once again, she was just sitting there going in detention with serenity, the girl give him a last smile and then the professor forced him to leave the office.

He walked to the great hall with his hands into the pockets of his pants, the head recessed between the shoulders, and his face deformed in a sad pout. He sat there till the other members of the DA arrived and sat as well.

“Why didn’t you come to the encounter?” inquired almost immediately Ginny, leaning in his direction.

Every other member of the DA looked at him curious.

“Y/n.” he answered, gaining more curious look from his peers. “She…” he sighed “Malfoy stopped us in the middle of a hallway, and she… didn’t take well. I mean, he extracted the wand, and she attacked him…” he passed a hand on his eyes.

The Weasley let all go a laugh, followed by Harry.

“Did she hurt him?” asked Fred, with sparling eyes.

Neville just moved his head to point to the Slytherin table, where Draco’s nose was still red and swallow. The table let go another amazed laugh, one of the twins almost fall from his spot.

“She has a passion to hit on the nose of the Slytherin. I wonder if she does on purpose or what.” Ron commented between the laughs; Ginny’s, on his side, exploded in another laugh, very amused by the precision of her friend.

“I bet she does it on purpose.” Commented Dean. “She is a good Beater; her aim must be good.”

Everyone agreed with that, and, by doing so the focus of the conversation moved to the quidditch, distracting the presents, except for Neville, which keep an eye on the doors of the Great Hall, waiting for his friend. When they all get up, at the end of the dinner he makes sure to take a sandwich for the girl.

The group moved to the common room and there sated, chatting between each other, on the sofa enjoying the warmth of the fire in the fireplace. Next to Neville, Ginny was sitting on the sofa curled up in silence. In an angle Fred and George were confabulating something and, next to them, Seamus and Dean were chatting about Quidditch.

After some time, the paint of the Fat Lady opened, and, behind the entrance y/n was standing, her hand red and a black eye proud on her face.

“Sup guys,” she entered gaining the silence inside of the room, she left her robes on the armchair and sat on the sofa, next to Ginny and Neville. “did you all had a good evening?”

“What in the bloody hell happened to your face?” Hermione spoke first, breaking the silence in the room, clearly voicing what everyone were thinking, looking at her.

“Oh… yes.” Y/n answered “This… I may or may not have made the Umbridge…” she grinned “Mad.”

The silence persisted.

“I exaggerated, maybe. But that old Hag makes my patience go to the hell.” she looked at Neville’s lap, where a sandwich sat napkin-wrapped. “Is that for me honey? You are the most precious.” she added when Neville confirmed that, the food, was in fact for her. Her hand moved and grabbed the sandwich to unwrap it, and she started eating.

Fred and George moved closer curious looking at her. “And the hand? What did make you write?”

She grinned, once again. “I should have write ‘I should not attack other students.’” she moved her hand, to show the twins; Neville leaned to look at the back of the girl’s hand, on that the back a sentence.

“I will punch Malfoy” and above another sentence, unreadable.

“When I noticed what that thing was doing to my hand, I decided to write on me something that I actually believe.” she huffed. “The old hag didn’t check what I was writing, so…” She lifted her shoulder with a smile that promised chaos and moved her eyes to look at Fred and George. “Weasleys, I will need your help, if it’s not much trouble.”

The two looked at her intrigued, smelling that something was on.

“I swear Y/n if you make us loose other points…” started Ron.

“Let the lady talk Ronnie.” exclaimed Fred smacking his brother behind his head.

“Ye, I think she is cooking something in that head.” added George.

She tapped her fingers on the armrest of the sofa. “I think we’ll need the bludgers,” she muttered “and a distraction to sneak into the office while she is away.” added eyeing Ginny, she huffed. “But before anything else I need a shower, and a good night of sleep.” the girl eyed the twins once again. “I hope we’ll discuss this thing better tomorrow morning, yes?”

The two grinned at her.

And Neville stood here looking at y/n and the twins, the stomach twisted with anxiety and, maybe, something else.

Two weeks passed by with nothing done from y/n, it looked like that only speaking about terrible things with the twins was enough to keep her satisfied, but Neville couldn’t shake that horrible feeling that was aching his chest. He, used to have her spawning around him at the most random moments, was now seeing her only in company of the two ginger boys. Even Ginny, that was a good friend of the girl, was barely seeing her outside of the lessons. At lunch and dinner, she always sat with Neville and Ginny, and now her new place was between the two brothers, in the corridors looked like they walked to her and with her to every class; and after the lessons she was allowed to stick to them constantly, at quidditch practice, during the DA meetings, in the common room during the evening.

Neville was looking at all this with a pouty face and nervous attitude, ready to snap to everyone that talked about the trio in a different way than to complain. Ginny and Hermione being his best ally on this ques. The first because the one girl that was hatched by her brother was her best friend who she was deeply missing, and the other because she didn’t want to attract Umbridge attention on the Gryffindor house. So, during an evening in the common room, during which Neville was studying at a table in silence the two girls popped at his side, sitting with a disappointed groan.

“We must stop the three of them.” Hermione said with no further ado. Neville lifted his eyes from the book he was reading to send the two girl a confused look, tilting his head, no more invitation was needed for the girl to continue. “They are going to get us in trouble, if they get caught in no time the Umbridge will know about the DA, and then, we all be marked.”

Neville shot a look at Ginny, which nodded. “To be honest you know, I’m only pissed because she now spends all her time with those two,” she moved her hair behind her ear “aren’t you? You used to walk everywhere together, and now she goes with them.” The two girl sent him inquisitive looks, curious about his answer, and he blushed.

“I… you know, since the beginning of the year walking with a girl can send you in detention.”

Ginny gave him a kick under the table.

“Don’t be stupid,” She hissed. “and don’t lie to me. I know you miss it, she doesn't even spar with you at the DA.” The redhead takes her breath in, as Hermione moved her gaze to look at the girl they were talking about that was just walking inside the room with the twins.

“We know it pisses you too, Neville.” Hermione said softly “And we know that seeing her happy makes you happy too, but…”

At this point the boy shook his head, asking himself why he was listening to the two girls. He closed his book, his cheeks red and suddenly stood up, interrupting that and other conversation in the room. Even Y/n which in the last period was so taken by the twins to even look at him stopped her chatting to stare in silence. Seeing Neville, the quiet, unsure, boy stand up like that, the face angry and the hands closed in firsts was a new gaze to all the presents, and so everyone stopped what was doing to look in awe at the scene. “I’m not gonna put in the middle.” Said the boy with no hesitation whatsoever. “If she is happy, then I am. That’s it.” He spoke, leaving Hermione and Ginny to look at him confused, or better, surprised from the reaction. He waited long enough to see the two nods before taking his book and fly in the direction of his room, the eyes of the common room that were piercing the back of his head.

Many times, Y/n had saved him from the bully, the last time just a few weeks prior, when the bully stopped being a student and has become a professor, he could have never token something that made her happy, even if that meant was left behind. He passed a hand on his eyes, trying to make the tears that were stinging his eyes return, and succeeded, remaining in silence, on his bed, looking at the ceiling while in the common room the chatting was returning to his normal pace.

hello hello hello i hope you liked this little thing, is shorter than the other one, but I'm writhing other parts too and working on other fiction as well.

If you wish to be tagged in part two (and three as well) let me know; and if you have any request or ideas. Anything will be precious to improve myself. <3

I take a moment to tell, I don't have a beta reader and, since I'm not english, I would appreciate some help.

thank you all, send love <3

#neville x reader #fanfic #neville x you #neville longbottom fic #hogwarts fifth year #bullying? not on my watch #Y/n is an idiot #harry potter fanfiction #neville longbotton x reader #neville is a cutie

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