#i could just finish in the next couple of days (before grades are due) and not actually need a formal inc

[mashkaroom]

ok in other news i need to finish what i’ve estimates to be abt 15 hours of work more or less by the end of the day today and i even took an adderall and i even slept, for no apparent reason, 16 hours today??? despite sleeping a normal amount the previous several days??? but despite being well-slept, even obscenely so, and being medicated, both of which do help a lot, the mind still resists focusing on these tasks, instead visciously desiring to learn more and more about singer’s translation process and come up with cool new dictionary features and to share this with as many people as possible. please could this wait until tomorrow

[fatuismooches]

bene quiescam, dilecte mi.

synopsis: Exams are any student’s nightmare, and that too applies to even Zandik sometimes (although to quite a lesser extent, perhaps it'd be more accurate to call it an annoyance.) As any good partner does, you do your best to relieve his stress, but this time he takes things into his own hands.

includes: dottore w/ gn! reader

notes: This is a commissioned work! A cute lil fluffy scenario with Dottie getting stressed from exams and dragging Reader away for cuddles was requested. I hope you enjoy!

Exam season at the Akademiya was not for the weak.

The House of Daena was always occupied even until ungodly hours, the libraries were full yet so quiet, and other spots were filled by students who had their coffee refilled far too many times. Classrooms were overtaken by study groups and the chalkboards were filled to the brim by sleep-deprived scholars. All-nighters were frequent for many students. Seniors could often be seen trying to comfort their younger classmates. Conversations consisted of a variety of feelings, from confidence to anxiety (mostly the latter.) The sight was something that simultaneously comforted you and scared you a bit, knowing everyone else was in the same boat as you.

Ever since you met Zandik, however, you could say your studying experience was probably different from the other students. Of course, there was still the stress that came with it, but studying with Zandik was definitely more enjoyable than doing it by yourself, especially when you had the very special privilege of being his beloved. His brilliance always shined through, even when he acted all grumpy about helping you and explaining concepts again. You gave him a kiss every time, which he clicked his tongue at and excused himself to refill his coffee. Indeed, it was moments like these that made studying better.

Zandik, on the other hand, was never one to worry much, which was a stark difference compared to other students and yourself. You were always a bit jealous at how unworried he was. Often, he didn’t even need to study too much, spending his time doing his own research as he usually did. You supposed it was to be expected considering how intelligent he was, but still.

However, this time, you had seen Zandik in a state you’d never seen him in before. Alright, that statement seemed a bit dramatic, but it was still true - you’d never seen him study to this extent (although it was still a lot less than what other students did.) The situation he had found himself in was due to a couple of reasons.

Firstly, he had decided to sign up for a class that had a terrible professor, despite your pleading for him to listen to the poor reviews of the teacher and just take the class with someone else next semester. His logic was that all the professors disliked him anyway, so it wasn’t a problem (which turned out to be the opposite, of course.) Not to mention, the class was writing-intensive. Zandik wasn’t a bad writer especially if he was excited about a topic. But his thoughts tended to be scattered as he wrote what came to mind, and the professor was quite strict and demanding for a particular writing style. (There was also the fact that quite a few of his papers were written by you, as he wasn’t interested in wasting precious time on such things… no one knew that though.) You couldn’t forget the numerous group projects too - Zandik only ever got a good grade on those if you were his partner. 

All in all, the situation wasn’t ideal. This final exam was pretty important for your lover. Thankfully, you had already finished all your exams and could bask in the softness of your bed for hours, but that was also coupled with witnessing Zandik being glued to his desk all day and night, preferring to stay in the dorm to study. It was a good thing you stocked up on pens and pencils - he had already broken at least a dozen…

For as long as you knew him, you had slowly tried to introduce him to the concept of a break, which… wasn’t really that successful despite the years you spent with him. And it certainly wasn’t successful now. You had pushed and pushed him to relax for a bit but there were times even you couldn’t convince him, Zandik being the stubborn scholar he was. At least he was making time to eat the snacks you prepared for him. Probably only because he couldn’t physically continue without some substance in his body.

So for now, you had settled with taking care of the other chores and working on his research in his stead to ease his burden. You weren’t really put off much by his actions, at least not when you’ve been with him this long. His exam would be over rather soon anyway, and things would be back to normal.

Zandik, on the other hand, was also coping fairly well. He was a bit annoyed at the fact so much time was spent on this class, but he supposed it was to be expected considering the kind of nonsense that was demanded at the Akademiya. Something that he was not coping well with, however, was the lack of touch he’d received from you lately.

He had always been used to being by himself, the touch of others making his skin crawl. When he met you, he initially thought your kindness and fleeting touches were incessant. Now, Zandik itched for them, although he very much refused to admit that to himself.

Still, how does he get you to throw your arms over him and nag at him to come to bed? How does he get you to touch and kiss him? How does he get you to pull at his waist and tug him out the door for some fresh air? Obviously, asking you was out of the question. He wasn’t going to deal with your teasing right now. He could subtly drop some hints, but you had been pretty dense these last couple of days.

Perhaps he should take a page out of your book and simply take what he wanted. It could be a good plan - you usually listened to him as long as there was affection involved. So that was what Zandik did as soon as you reached back to the dorm.

“Zandik, I got your favorite from the tavern. I’ll just put it away for- oh. You’re actually out of that chair for once! That’s a surprise- ah, h-hey! What are you doing?” It hadn’t even been a minute before you were suddenly being dragged by your partner to the bed. What was his reasoning for this, you wondered.

“You’re tired.” …Well, that was unexpected.

“I’m tired? Me?” 

“Yes. The bags under your eyes are still there and I can hear you yawning from the kitchen.” You furrowed your eyebrows and blinked at him when you realized he was still touching you. Well, clinging would be a better word, from the way his fingers still dug into your arms. And then, everything clicked as you realized the true reason behind this little show. Of course, you’d play along if that was what your beloved desired.

“…Yeah, I am pretty tired, actually. I guess finals took a lot out of me.” It was a convincing lie since it was partially true - you were still pretty exhausted from all of that studying.

“Exactly. So-”

“So I should get some rest before I end up causing you trouble, yes yes, I know Zandik.” You finished his sentence to spare him any further embarrassment, along with then tugging on his arm to pull him further into the bed with you. “And since you’re already here, you should just stay with me. Just so I can get the best rest I possibly can,” you smiled at him, giggling at his seemingly annoyed expression. 

“I still have work to do. I have not finished reviewing chapter 27 yet,” he grumbled, and yet he made no effort to remove himself from your embrace. You took it as a sign to bring him even closer to you.

“You’ve already done more than enough. You’re going to top the class like you usually do. There’s no need to worry so much,” you said as you placed a kiss on top of his head, reveling in the soft blue fluff that greeted you.

“I don’t need you to give me a pep talk. And I am not worried,” Zandik said as if he wasn’t snuggling closer to your neck, teeth about to graze your skin.

“I’m not doing that! I’m just… you know, it doesn’t matter. Just think about all the fun things we’re going to do after! All the ruins we’re going to secretly explore and the machines we’ll dissect! That’s what I do to motivate me when I’m studying.” You didn’t mention how you were looking forward to holding him hostage in bed in the mornings.

“You motivate yourself by thinking of all the work you’re going to do with me?” Your lover sounded simultaneously confused and amused as he began to nibble along your shoulder. You think the biting was a sort of stress relief for Zandik, for some odd reason. But such things didn’t bother you in the slightest anymore.

“Yes, but not because it’s work. It’s because I get to spend time doing things I’m interested in with a cutie as well. It’s a pretty good deal if you ask me,” you couldn’t help but tease him as he scoffed at your flirting, but his demeanor already seemed lighter than the past few days.

“I don’t remember this enthusiasm on the last expedition we went on,” he responded, finally nipping your skin, and moving upward to your ear.

“Alright, now that's a different story… you made me carry a bunch of things in the desert!” You laughed, the banter lifting your mood. It always felt good to have a normal conversation with your lover, especially after such a stressful week. As much as you wanted to continue talking, you also wanted to seize the opportunity to add a few hours to Zandik’s sleep schedule. You wrapped your arms around him a bit tighter as you yawned.

“But I am rather tired, as you said. I think it’s time for some sleep, wouldn’t you say?” At your words, Zandik began to try and shift out of your arms, but to no avail. Whether your arms were that strong, or Zandik was faking his protest, well, who could say?

“Nuh-uh. You already said you’d stay and rest with me,” you smiled as you reached over to turn off the lights, only the light from outside illuminating the dark room now.

“I promised no such thing. You’re the one who assumed that,” he mumbled, the heaviness of his body becoming much more noticeable to him now that he had entered a relaxed mood. 

“Yes yes, it’s all my fault you can’t pull an all-nighter today,” you rolled your eyes in amusement as you pulled the blanket over you two. “Just get some shut-eye, I’m sure you’ll need it for tomorrow’s one. Okay, Zandik?” Your voice had become softer, and the only response you got from your partner was a series of reluctant grumbles, which you grinned at. 

“Good,” you whispered as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Rest well, my beloved.”

[wosostories]

Workload (Gotham FC x Teen!Reader)

Gotham x Teen!Reader

Summary: 16 year old reader has signed with Gotham FC and is struggling to find balance between school and sport with finals and the NWSL Championship both quickly approaching.

You sigh as you close your laptop for the night, you mean morning. It was just after 2:00 when you finished your history essay, calc assignment, and studying for your chemistry test the next day. Plus on top of that, starting to find all of your materials for your upcoming exams. 

It’s not even that you were pushing it all off to the last minute. It’s just the course work that you get every night is impossible to get done that night on top of the training you have with Gotham FC and your ADHD. 

You would put off doing your school work to get more sleep if you could, but your school has told you multiple times that they would revoke your work permit if you didn’t keep your grades up and get all of your assignments in on time. 

You sigh again and finally head to bed to hopefully get a couple hours before morning lift. Your alarm goes off two and a half hours later and you drag yourself out of bed. It takes you half an hour to get ready and have your things together before Lynn picks you up for training. 

When you get in the car Kristi and Lynn are already pumped up and jamming to Lynn’s playlist. You let them continue on as you tuck yourself in the back seat and try not to fall back asleep. 

“You ok kid?” Lynn asks you turing the music down. “You look a little tired.”

“Ya, just didn’t get very much sleep last night. Had a lot of homework to get done after practice.” 

“You’ve been saying that a lot recently,” Krisite pipes in, “You sure you’re getting enough rest.”

“Ya it’s just that time of year. We're coming up on exams and the NWSL Championship.” 

“You can talk to coach. I'm sure he’d understand if you needed to miss a few practices.” They tried convincing you. 

“No, it's fine. Nothing I haven’t handled before.” You all arrive at the training facility just in time to get into the lifting room. 

“Alright let's get started.” They start with stretching and then pair up to go through their specialized lifting workout for the day. You end up with Jenna Nightswonger due to your similar workout needs. 

“Are you ok Y/N. You’ve been yawning for the last 30 minutes. Which has been the entire time we’ve been here.” 

“I’m fine. Just up a little later than I probably should have been getting my homework done.”

“If you’re sure.”

They finish the lift session another 30 minutes later and you leave the rest of your team to get to school on time. You are able to make your way through the day with a quick nap during lunch and eating while working on your revions during study hall. And as soon as the bell lets you out you are back on your way to the training facility for afternoon practice. 

Your movements are slow and sluggish throughout practice as you try to keep up with the quick movements of your teammates. During all of your breaks you have an assignment out and are slowly making your way through them. 

“Hey Y/N, come here for a second.” Ali calls you over with about 45 minutes left of practice. 

“Ya hold on just one sec.” You call back as you finish up the last math problem on the worksheet. As soon as you are done you jog over to the older player. “Ya what’s up?” 

“We're all just a little worried about you. You seem a little out of it today.”

“I’m fine,” you sigh out a little frustrated. “Will everyone stop asking me that?”

“Hey now, there’s no need for that. We're just trying to help.” You sigh again. 

“I know. It’s all just a lot. I think that it might be getting to me a little.”

“That’s ok. When's the last time you got a full night of sleep?” You look down knowing that you will answer if you look at her. “Alright grab your stuff.”

“W-what?”

“Grab your things, I’m going to take you home. Then you’re going to finish anything due tomorrow then go to sleep. And you aren’t going to be coming to practice tomorrow.”

“But the championships are…”

“Not starting until next week. There is still plenty of time. But if you get hurt then it won't matter.” 

You sigh. Ali leads you over to your things and you start packing them up as Ali goes to talk to coach. She comes back over with the ok from coach. “And he said if you show up to practice at any point tomorrow he will bench you for the first game of the tournament.”

You nod, “I won’t come tomorrow. I’ll get my work done and get a good night’s rest.” 

“Good and next time it gets too much, just let us know. You’re still just a kid. It’s our job to help you so let us.”

“I will.”

“Good.”

[reidslovely]

Frat! Peter who basically kicks you out after doing the due but things shift a little bit and he’s warming up to you right? So after sex they talk a little bit and that’s when reader gets up to put her clothes back on, and Peters like “🤨 the fuck are you doing? We were talking” and readers like “:0 oh” and gets back in bed for a cuddle (and maybe they fall asleep together)

Idk idk. I was the one who requested the Toxic! Peter ask a while back, so if you couldn’t tell this was another maladaptive daydream scenario :D. Have a good day

eeeeeee hehehe i love this *giggles and twirls hair* okay so..

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“Has the sun gone down already? Fuck Emma is gonna lose her mind.”

 You rushed out, your body moving just as fast as the words falling out of your mouth. Your clothes had been scattered around the floor: shirt tossed onto the footboard of Peter’s bed, your underwear even tossed onto the open windowsill. You were sure you would get all kind of comments from Peter’s brothers. 

Reality was Emma, your roommate, wouldn’t care where you were. She never expected you to come home after hanging out with Peter, but you always did. You just liked to use Emma as an excuse to end your hook up with Peter as easily as possible. You wanted to stay, trust you wanted to stay. However, Peter was clear his room was his space and you were not wanted in his space unless explicitly stated. It took you a couple weeks to catch on, after trying to cuddle with him multiple nights in a row failed you figured you’d save your ego from another bruising and leave before he could ask. 

“You don’t wanna hear the rest of my story?”

There was a fragility to his voice he looked up at you with his big doe eyes, and you swallowed your pride. “I didn’t even get to the good part, you didn’t even answer my question about how your day was. You can’t leave yet. I won’t allow it.”

His hand reached out and grabbed your hip, the skin where he grabbed going warm. You swallowed what was remaining of your pride and grabbed his wrist. 

“But your rule.” You whisper in return, thumb stroking the underside of his wrist. 

“Fuck the rule. I want you, in my bed, where it’s warm and you aren’t walking away from my conversation. Now get your ass back in here.” 

“Oh..” Was all that you could manage out, crawling back into the soft gray sheets. Your legs intertwining with his, head laying against his arm. 

“Now I’ll finish my story after you tell me how your psych test went.”

You smiled and started recounting your day following up to and after the psych test, even mentioning how you forgetting to turn your phone off during the test and Peter calling you almost costed you your grade. 

You listen to the rest of his story about how he, Miles, and Harry had been trying to get everything together for the party this weekend and Miles got his fake I.D. taken away. You smiled adding commentary here and there, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence besides the soft mumble of the sitcom on the TV. It wasn’t long before either of you were asleep.

The next morning you woke up to Peter turning off your alarm, his lips pressing to your forehead mumbling something. The weight of the mattress shifted as he got up and walked to the bathroom. You tucked your head under the pillow listening to the shower turn on. 

“Come on bashful, get up. Shower and we gotta get to class.” 

You smile as you peek out from under the pillow, maybe waking up in the Theta Tau house isn’t so bad after all.

___

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[leilakisakabiri]

request: Hi can you do where the reader is wearing Gavis hoodie and she accidentally stains it and starts freaking out. Thank uuu and i love ur writing

I Got You (Gavi)

Summary: You need Gavi to come help you after you get yourself into a bad situation.

Warning(s): None

A/N: Thank you so much for the request and for your support! Requests are open. Currently working on The Promises We Keep Pt 2. Also, guys if I haven't done your request yet, don't worry, it probably means it's gonna be a long one.

Word Count: 3.1k+

Masterlist

It was a Saturday night in Barcelona, and you were holed up in your room, feet tucked under you, a knitted blanket over your shoulders as you read over the words in front of you for the hundredth time.

While the city was alight with people getting drinks, dancing, and laughing, you silenced your phone, closed your blinds, and put your headphones on to quiet any outside noises. 

You had decided to stay in this weekend, caught up in writing an essay for your criminal law class that was worth 50% of your grade. Safe to say you did not take it lightly. You had been hunched over your computer for the last nine hours, brain numb and fingers aching as you had tried to come up with a thesis and strong argument for your essay. You had blocked out this weekend to finish the essay, letting everyone know ahead of time not to contact you unless it was an emergency, including Gavi. 

Gavi had been gone for the last couple of days, traveling around Europe for the last leg of La Liga, and he had been adamant about spending as much time with you as he could once he got back - before his summer schedule kicked off. However, that hope was quickly cut short when you informed him you most likely wouldn’t be able to see him at all this weekend due to you being stuck finishing your essay. 

Although he had tried to convince you to change your mind, bribing you with the idea of endless cuddles and then promising to be as silent as possible while you wrote when his first idea didn’t work, you relented, knowing that having him around would be a major distraction, one that you couldn’t afford. 

“I’m sorry Pablo I don’t think I can this weekend. What about Monday?” You asked hopefully. 

He sighed over the phone, his face pulling into a frown, “I can’t. We’re leaving Monday morning for France.”

You bit on your lip, feeling bad, “I’m sorry I just really need to focus this weekend.” 

He nodded, “I get it. It just sucks. I wanted to see you at least once before I’m gone again. But it’s fine – I’ll survive.” He replied dramatically. 

You grinned, “Well I’ll miss you Pablito.” 

“I already miss you.” 

The smile on your face only grew as your heart warmed at his words, “I’ll text you if anything changes. Have a great game, I’ll be watching.” 

He gave you a wink, “Damn gotta show off now that my girls watching.” 

You giggled at him, “Bye Pablo.” 

He mocked your tone playfully, “Bye Y/n.” 

That was last week, and now you were nose deep in your essay, textbooks scattered around you as you looked for possible quotes to strengthen your thesis. You had been so busy scanning the words on the page that you hadn’t noticed your phone buzzing non-stop next to you. 

Once you saw the glow of your phone screen curiosity got the better of you and you flipped it around seeing you had eight missed calls from your best friend. 

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, it was almost two in the morning, she would for sure be at a club right now, happily dancing the night away with your friends, so why was she consistently calling you? 

The phone buzzed once again and this time you were quick to answer. 

“Hello, Gia, what’s going on?” 

Her voice was slurred on the other end, but you could sense the panic regardless, “Y/n? I don’t know where I am, I was with the others but then I went to the bathroom, and I then couldn’t find anyone anymore. And this guy won’t leave me alone-”

“Gia, where are you? I’ll come get you.” You cut off her rambling, already rushing to put on your shoes, essay long forgotten. 

She hiccupped, “I’m at Macarena. I’m sorry no one else answered.” 

“No, no problem at all. I’m coming right now, Gia. Don’t move. I’m glad you called.” You comforted her. 

The club was only a twenty-minute walk from your house, and seeing as you didn’t have a car or the time to wait for public transport, it was your best option. 

You cursed yourself for not answering sooner as you rushed to get your keys, grabbing a random hoodie on the way out. 

Although summer was beginning to creep into Barcelona, the nights were still chilly with cold winds rushing through the area. 

You sped through the streets, walking with purpose as you finally reached the club. You were severely underdressed for the club wearing a random hoodie and yoga pants. You saw the line for the club was still extremely long, wrapping around the corner and you knew you had no time to waste. 

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself, you were never one to break any rules or ask for any special favors, but now seemed like a good time to start. 

You walked up to the club bouncer, ignoring the nasty look the guy at the front of the queue was sending you, “Excuse me. I need to get in right away, my friend is inside alone, and I need to help her.” 

You heard the guy next to you scoff. 

The bouncer looked at you unimpressed. “Sorry sweetheart. You want to get to her, you have to wait in line.” 

You relented, “Sir please, just look at my outfit,” you said gesturing to yourself, “clearly, I’m not here to party, I just need to get my friend and leave. You can even come with me!” 

He gave you an apprehensive look, taking in your appearance, “I can’t leave my post.” 

You groaned, “Fine, then can someone else escort me? I can literally call her right now. She’s not in the right head space.” 

He squinted his eyes at you, “You look familiar.” 

It finally clicked. This is where you had gone with Gavi and his team, celebrating after they had won a final a few weeks ago. They had treated you like royalty, blocking off a whole section just for you, the club owner even making an appearance to congratulate the team.

You didn’t like to use the fact that you were dating a well-known athlete as a way to get special privileges but if it meant helping your friend then you would do it. 

“Yeah, I was in VIP a few weeks ago. I know the owner, so please let me in.”

“What’s his name?” 

You racked your brain trying to think of that night, “Santiago. It was Santiago!” You replied, finally remembering. 

The bouncer gave you a once over before he finally nodded begrudgingly, “Fine – but be quick.” 

You heard the other people in line begin to argue but you quickly thanked the bouncer, rushing inside, not wanting to wait long enough for him to change his mind. 

God bless Gavi.

The place was packed, bodies pressed together so closely that you had to squeeze in between heavily making out couples and groups of friends to make your way to the middle. The strobe lights were going crazy, changing every few seconds to the beat of the music. There was a DJ booth twenty feet above the crowd playing EDM Spanish music and the crowd was going insane, chanting along. 

You hit your head on your forehead as you realized you forgot to ask her where she was. 

You pulled out your phone, letting out a breath of relief when she answered, “I’m here Gia. Where are you?” 

“I’m at- I said no, stop, I’m at the bar.” She huffed. You felt your anxiety rise, who was she talking to? 

“Ok, I’m coming.” 

You pushed through the throngs of people, finally spotting the bar, seeing her leaning against the counter, hands flying as she argued with someone. 

You walked towards them hearing the tail end of their conversation, a bad feeling in your stomach.

“Gia!” You yelled, coming to stand next to her. 

She gave you a relieved look, falling into you, the effort of standing up being too much. 

You caught her, hugging her back. 

“Oh wow – two for one. I got a buddy that would love you.” 

You steadied Gia looking up to see the guy she was talking with giving you a smirk. 

You held his gaze, annoyed, “No thanks. We’re leaving now.” 

You went to turn but he caught your wrist pulling you back, the drink in his hand sloshing,

“Woah, don’t go yet, the fun’s just getting started. Look my buddies are in VIP we can hook you up.” 

You yanked your hand away, giving him a disgusted look, “First don’t touch me. Second, we’re leaving.” 

“You’re not leaving.” He persisted. 

You raised an eyebrow, “Fucking watch me.” 

He reached for you again, but you were prepared, grabbing his hand, and flinging it off you, as you weaved into the crowd, ignoring his shouts. 

You let out a breath as you stepped outside of the club, grateful for the cold air after sweating through your hoodie in the packed club. 

You adjusted your hold on Gia, holding her waist as you started the trek back to your apartment. 

She stumbled over her steps as you walked, giggling, “Oh my god Y/n your bleeding!” 

You gave her a confused look, dragging her, “What?” 

She giggled again, reaching for your hoodie, “It’s coming from your stomach, look it’s red!” She pointed at your shirt. 

You looked down and you stopped in your tracks, breath hitching as you began to panic, “Oh shit Gia I’m wearing Gavi’s hoodie!” 

She stopped as well, letting go of you as she plopped onto the ground, staring up at you,

“So?” 

“So? He’s going to be so mad at me. That dick spilled his drink on me. This is a white hoodie – who knows if it will come out?” You stressed.

“It’s-" she hiccupped, “fine.” 

You shook your head, “No It’s not it’s his favorite hoodie, I didn’t even realize I was wearing it. Fuck, I have to clean as soon as we get home.” 

You started walking before you realized she wasn’t following you. 

“Gia?” 

You turned around to see her slumped against the sidewalk, eyes closed. 

You rushed to her side, shaking her, “Gia? Gia, are you okay?” 

She hummed, “I don’t feel so good.” 

“Can you walk? We’re almost halfway there.” You asked, helping her sit up so she was leaning against you. 

She groaned, “I’m going to throw up.” 

You looked around anxiously, unsure of what to do. You had left the main strip of clubs and restaurants, and were now on a back road, walking in an area that was dimly lit and that you weren’t too familiar with. 

“I can call an Uber.” 

You reached into your pocket, cursing yourself as you realized you had forgotten your wallet in the rush to get to the club. 

“Shit, I don’t have my wallet. Do you have yours?” 

“Antonio.” She groaned, leaning her head against your shoulder. 

You let out a huff, contemplating what to do. You attempted to get her to stand up once again, desperate to get out of the area, but she couldn’t stand, and you weren’t strong enough to carry her the rest of the way. You chewed on your lip debating a solution, but you didn’t want to do it unless it was the absolute, last, last resort. 

You spent the next five minutes calling all your friends, but no one answered. You groaned, frustrated, knowing you had run out of options. 

You heard your friend beginning to doze off and you shook her, “Gia stay awake.” 

She moaned, “Y/n I really don’t feel good. I don’t know what’s wrong.” 

Your finger hovered over the contact, and you finally pressed it, feeling the guilt build inside. 

It rang seven times before going to voicemail. You called back. 

On the third ring, the line finally connected, 

“Y/n? Why are you calling me so late?” Gavi’s voice was thick with sleep, his words murmured. 

Hearing his voice sent a pang of relief through you, and suddenly you didn’t feel so alone,

“Gavi I’m sorry. I really need your help.” 

He was up in an instant, wide awake, “What’s wrong?” 

“I’m stuck in the middle of the road with Gia. She got drunk and I went to get her but now I’m worried there’s something wrong. She can’t get up and we’re all alone. I don’t have any money. I called our friends, but no one answered, I-I didn’t know what to do.” You rushed out. 

You heard his breath accelerate on the other end of the line, “Ok don’t worry baby I’m coming. Send me your address, everything’s going to be okay. Just stay on the phone with me.” He reassured you. 

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Thank you so much Gavi.”

You heard his car door open, “Anytime. If anything happens like this again you call me first, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

You stayed on the phone with him, rubbing Gia’s shoulder to comfort her, readjusting her whenever she began to doze off. 

Finally, you saw a familiar car pull onto the street, and you waved your hands, trying to get him to see you. 

The car made a quick turn and then Gavi was rushing out, a worried look on his face, 

“Oh thank god you’re okay. I was so worried.” 

“I’m so sorry for waking you. Thank you for coming.” 

“Y/n stop apologizing.” He said, helping you carry Gia to the car. 

Upon feeling that she was being lifted, her eyes shot open, “Y/n what’s going on?”

She glanced over to her left seeing Gavi before she turned to look at you, it took two seconds for her eyes to widen and then she was whipping her head back, “Gavi? The hell y-you doing here?” 

You giggled at her abruptness, “I had to call for help.” 

She turned to you, snuggling into your shoulder affectionately, “You’re the best Y/n. She was a rockstar today.” She spoke, as you both pushed her into the car. 

Gavi raised his eyebrow at you as you both got in, “A rockstar eh?” 

You rolled your eyes, “She’s just spewing nonsense.” 

Gia groaned in the back, hands clumsily coming to slap your shoulder, “Ehh don’t lie Y/n. You should have seen the way she talked to those guys – even I was scared.” 

You saw Gavi’s grip on the steering wheel tighten, his posture stiffened as he looked over at you,

“Guys? What guys?” 

You opened your mouth to reply but Gia beat you to it. 

“This one guy, he kept trying to get me to come with him, but then Y/n was like no way we’re leaving, and then he started hitting on her, but then he tried to grab her, and she karate chopped his hand! He was so embarrassed!” 

You felt yourself blushing at her recollection of events, “I did not karate chop his hand!” 

“Yes, you did. It was like in midair when he was talking about his friend that liked you, and then I blinked, and it was gone!”

“Did he try anything?” Gavi’s voice was hard, as he looked at you.

You shook your head, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “No don’t worry. We were fine.” 

You felt his body relax under your touch, and one of his hands came to grip your own, “You should have called me sooner. I’m sorry you had to deal with that asshole.” 

You felt your heart flutter at his words, “Don’t worry I handled it. But thank you, next time I will.” 

Soon you were pulling up to your apartment and hauling Gia up your steps. 

“I really wish we had an elevator right now.” Gia groaned as she was being half pulled, half carried up the steps. 

You made eye contact with Gavi after hearing her statement, and you had to bite your cheek not to laugh out loud, 

“You and me both G.”

Finally, you reached your apartment, and all let out a sigh of relief as she fell onto your bed, passing out almost immediately. 

You cringed as you saw her head land centimeters away from the sharp edge of one of your textbooks. 

You reached over, clearing the space so she was able to sleep without the risk of a concussion. 

You looked up once the area was cleaned to see Gavi looking at you intently, a weird expression on his face almost like he was stuck in his thoughts. 

“What? Is everything okay?” You asked unsure, looking down at yourself. 

That’s when you realized. 

You were still wearing his hoodie, the one that had a massive red stain on it now thanks to the jackass at the club. 

You had completely forgotten about it. 

You quickly apologized, “Gavi I’m so sorry. Gia called and I was so worried so I grabbed the first thing I could find – and then the guy kept grabbing me and had this drink – anyways,” you let out a huff, “I’m really really sorry, I can buy you a new one.” 

Gavi stared at you in surprise, shocked by your outburst, “Y/n relax. It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry I know how much you love this sweatshirt.” 

Gavi shook his head slightly smiling, you were just so adorable, and he physically couldn’t hold back the words he’d been dying to say any longer, “I love you more though, so it’s fine.” 

“Wha-what?” You stumbled over your words, clearly not expecting such a big revelation.

“I said I love you.” He said it with so much confidence, almost like he was reciting a fact, something that couldn’t be changed, and you melted a little at how sure he sounded. 

You didn’t know what to say, your brain still playing those three words on a loop. He loved you. He had said it first. 

The silence stretched on and now it was his turn to get nervous, “Is that okay?”

Your mouth was still open in shock, but you quickly recovered, 

“Yo-you love me?” Your voice cracked. 

“Well, yeah… why would I not?” He asked, eyes locked on yours.

You shook your head, a smile gracing your features as you took a step closer to him, “I love you too, and I’m sorry-”

He cut you off with a sweet kiss, pulling you closer into him, as he slid his hands under the sweatshirt, fingers gently squeezing the soft flesh of your hips. 

Your lips moved in sync and your hands went to play with his hair, gently tugging. 

You heard him let out a groan and you bit his bottom lip instinctively. 

He pulled away out of breath, a dazed look in his eyes, “Joder, you can ruin all my hoodies if this is how you apologize.” He muttered breathlessly. 

You rolled your eyes, smiling as he brought you back into him for another kiss. 

[screamingcrows]

Note: This was supposed to be a 50 word shitpost, I hate myself. Born from a mixture of being exposed to too much Dr. Ratio art tonight and being a massive coward. Not proofread because this is my 20th hour awake.

Warnings/tags: suggestive, student/teacher, miscommunication, comfort, age gap (reader is university student and Ratio is probably 35 is my bet?)

Minors, ageless, blank blogs will be blocked DNI

Thinking about attending one of Dr. Ratio's classes, and you're a little confused but you've got the spirit. Ultimately, due to a bunch of external turmoil in your life, you end up getting a poor result on a test, prompting him to call you over after class.

With shaky hands, you head up to the podium as your classmates file out, taking the white noise with them and leaving you alone to face his disappointment. It didn't help how badly you'd like to perform well, impress him, hear him praise you.

With your hands rubbing your eyes, an apology had already begun taking shape on you tongue, it never made it past your lips.

"It's come to my attention that you've been struggling with the latest addition to our curriculum, and seeing as you-"

"I really tried, okay? It just- I haven't had enough time and everything went to shit and and-" you can barely get the words out, heart lurching at how much it hurt, wanting nothing more than plead with him to let you stay.

Tears stung in the corners of your eyes, vision blurry already. Probably for the better so you wouldn't risk looking up and seeing his disappointment. You kept your gaze down even as he cleared his throat barely able to focus on the sound. He continued in a strangely gentle tone, it felt almost out of place.

"As I was saying; seeing as you generally perform above average, it stood to reason that something had impeded your studies. If it could interest you, you are welcome to come by my office to brush up."

And that's how you found yourself anxiously pacing back and forth in the hallway a couple of days later. Your attire left little to the imagination, wanting to make sure he didn't regret giving you a chance. After all, his words had been oozing with subtext, right?

His reaction left something to be desired, merely coughing into his hand before turning his head away, beckoning you inside. It was a tense affair, sitting across from him and trying to keep still as he began lecturing. At some point he slid a sheet of questions across the desk for you, observing as you tried to solve them and gently nudging you to the correct methods.

"Doctor? I thought we were, you know, that you'd raise my grade if I uhm..." your voice faltered, seeing him pointedly look away only made your confusion more apparent.

"There was never a promise of raising your grade, this was meant as an offer if you were interested. And as for what you were trying to accomplish with that," he gestured towards you, voice sounding a little strained, "it goes against not only the regulations at this insitution, but most certainly also my own moral compass."

A beat of silence turned into two as shame spread in your body. Of course he hadn't meant it like that. And how did you come up with the idea that he'd offered to raise your grade? This was awful. Maybe dropping his class would be for the better.

"With that being said, I am willing to overlook this little incident if you truly wish to understand. Leaving now won't reflect poorly on your final grades."

It took a couple of minutes of contemplation, but you decided to stay, gratefully accepting the cardigan he slid off his shoulders and handed you, pulling it around your body. He'd looked pleased when you accepted the proposition, a pleasant smile passing over his face before he went back to making sure you not only knew, but understood every part of the theories.

You'd been so relieved when you'd finished, a spring to your step as you waved and left, confirming you'd like to continue next week if he had time. He'd been so pleased by your smile that he couldn't bring himself to ask for his garment back, you'd realise in time and bring it back.

As soon as the door was closed, he was able to stand up from his desk, smile vanishing as his hands gripped the wood tightly, barely able to stifle a groan. He did feel bad for the hardness pressing against his pants, but not enough that the thought of relieving himself didn't cross his mind. It would be a long semester.

[vinnyhongnsfwgurl]

1st Vinny Hong FanFic? I literally have no idea what this should be LOL

Hello all Windbreaker fans and Vinny Hong lovers. This is my first Vinny Hong x female reader fanfic. I hope you enjoy and comments/feedback is always welcome! Thanks :3

So, I didn't realize what kind of fanfic this would be after I finished writing it LMAO. Complete despair and heartbreak hahaha. I just chose to write and not think to hard. tbh I'm pretty happy with it. Let me know what you think :) .... also I did not proof read haha I am lazy.

I think I'll do a part 2 to this one!

"y/n? ...... y/n?"

"Y/N?!"

You're head snaps up to look at your mother sitting in the hospital bed next to you. She looked at you slightly worried.

She tilted her head as she asked "Are you okay? I called your name multiple times."

You sat up straighter in your chair and nodded. "Yes. Sorry. I, uh, just got lost in my thoughts for a moment." A lot had happened in the past couple of weeks. My mother got very sick and ended up in the hospital for a second time, nearly dying due to a brain aneurysm. It had put a lot of stress on every part of our lives, mostly financially. We weren't poor, but we certainly did not have the luxury to not work and stay in the hospital for extended periods.

I had thought about picking up extra hours at my part-time job, but I knew it wouldn't help much and I knew my studies would suffer. I was already struggling to keep my grades up. Besides my part-time job, I had to train for the upcoming final race of League of Streets. I was a part of Hummingbird and it was amazing but like my personal life, it was a mess. So much had happened with our team.

The most recent event was Vinny leaving our team deciding to ride with the Ghost crew. He started doing small races for money, which were broadcasted online. I had seen a few. Everyone was confused and upset including me. The whole reason we created Hummingbird was to compete in LOS and win the price money for Vinny's mother but I guess he had different plans in mind.

"It'll be okay honey" my mom said as she reached for my hand. I let let her hold my hand. It was warm and reassuring.

I smiled. "I know mom. I'm glad you're alright .... I was really scared actually." I could feel the pressure behind my eyes build up.

My mom started tearing up. "I know. I know y/n. but it's okay, I'm okay." She squeezed my hand.

I just nodded. "yeah."

After a few minutes and making sure my mother didn't need anything, I hugged her goodbye and started making my way out of the hospital. I took a seat on a bench that was stationed right next to the entrance of hospital. I had taken a bus here and planned on taking it to get back home. It only took me ten minutes to get to the bus stop, so I had a bit of time before I had to leave. I was really tired and too stressed. I found myself looking for more quiet moments out of my day.

I looked out toward the street across from the hospital. It was already dark out, but there was quite a bit of traffic. Honking interrupted the empty, docile night every now and than.

I heard footsteps come around the corner that ended abruptly once they caught up to the bench I was sitting at. As I turned my head to see what or who it was, I hear a familiar voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Vinny. It was all I thought as my eyes met his. His red eye seemed strikingly brighter than it usually was. Maybe it's just because I hadn't seen him in awhile.

"Oh. I was visiting my mom. She recently had surgery." I explained. ".... Are you hear to see your mom?" I asked.

He was quiet for a second before answering my question. "Yeah, she's staying here."

"MMm that's good. Glad to hear she is getting treatment" I said.

"What about your mom? Is she okay?"

"oh yeah! The surgery went well, so everything is good." I gave a sheepish thumbs up. I always became painfully aware of how awkward I felt when interacting with Vinny. I was a fairly shy person and it didn't help how handsome I thought he was. It took time in the beginning for us to get along and establish a relationship. It wasn't hard for me to figure out soon after that I was falling in love with him.

There was a lot I learned about him after Hummingbird was formed and the more I learned the more I desired to be near him. He was hot headed and pretty reserved, but it never really bothered me. I always went out of my way to greet him at practice and I chat with him when I could. I never cared if it was just small talk.

He just stared at me for a moment before saying "Good to hear that."

I knew what what was coming next, or what wasn't. This would be the end of our conversation. I didn't want it to be.

"How have you been?" I asked.

"I'm fine." He said plainly.

"And Jack?" following it up with a smile.

"He's fine too."

Man of few words I thought. I was used to it but I always wondered what actually behind those words: I'm fine.

"Are you really doing fine? I know I'm probably not the first person you think of when you want to talk to someone, but you're my friend. I'm here for you." I blurted out without much thinking.

When I had mentioned how confusing and upset I was when he left our crew, it was an understatement. I was sad and hurt. I also felt so helpless. He left us all behind and had no desire to return.

I looked down at the backpack I held in my arms. There was so much I wanted to say, but none of it seemed enough.

"I'm sorry for everything that's happened. I know you're having a hard time. I wish you hadn't had to leave the team."

"I don't know why you're apologizing, y/n. You don't need to." He replied.

Vinny walked up closer to me until he stood just a few inches from my feet. I looked up and he gaze had softened just a bit.

"You don't need to worry about me. Just focus on yourself. You have a lot going on."

"Yeah."

There was a moment of silence as Vinny and I held each other's gaze.

Then Vinny turned to leave. "I'll see you later y/n."

Before he took another step, I reached for his hand. It was a light grasp, just enough to stop him.

"Come back to Hummingbird ..... at least, at some point. We'll wait for you. It's nothing without you"

Vinny just stared at me before pulling his hand away from my mine.

"Y/n."

"It doesn't matter if it's not tomorrow, or the next day, or weeks from now! J-just come back. Please." I could feel a increase in my heart rate and the pressure behind my eyes building up again.

Vinny sighed and turned away from me.

"There's no reason for me to come back." He said sternly. "There's nothing you or the others can offer me." He continued has he started walking away.

Something warm slid down the right side of me cheek. I blinked and more came out. I was crying.

I just stood there as I continued to watch him walk away. My crying only worsened and I could feel a lump form in my throat.

I can't give up on you Vinny I thought as I recollected the memories of us together and how much our relationship progressed.

I just can't Vinny. I won't. I love you.

After he was well out of my sight, I finally left for the bus station. I cried the entire way.

For once, I wished it wasn't so quiet out.

[satansapostle6]

The Crush | Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson is a cool, simple guy who is also the famous son of Poseidon who helped save the world. But, talking to the pretty girl in his English class still seems impossible.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter One: Pussy Jackson

Percy sat behind Chloé in English. She was tall and intimidating, and he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to work up the courage to talk to her. Sure, he wasn’t in high school anymore, but he still felt nervous around her like he was sixteen years old again. Chloé Jardine was, after all, the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

He knew Chloé was a Roman demigod, a daughter of Nox, the Roman equivalent of Nyx, the goddess of darkness and the night. She was a fairly typical child of Nox, a sort of minimalistic goth.

She had long, pitch black hair, with tiny micro bangs partially covering her forehead. She was also noticeably pale, as if she only ever went out at nighttime. Most people thought she looked scary, but Percy thought she looked magical.

Chloé had a decent amount of tattoos, including a pretty sizable spider web on her neck. She had a lot of piercings, including an eyebrow piercing and a vertical labret on her lip. She didn’t really wear makeup, but she was very obviously a goth. She was smart, and she didn’t talk a lot at all, which drove Percy insane. He made it his mission in life to know as much about her as possible.

Every time he saw her wearing a band T-shirt of some kind to school, he’d make a note of the band name and look it up later if he wasn’t familiar, and listen to all of the songs he could find.

So far, he’d listened to Type O Negative, Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sisters of Mercy, Kittie, and Rob Zombie, only affirming his opinion that she was the coolest person on earth. His best friend, Grover, thought the behavior was just a little bit obsessive, but didn’t really think it was that bad.

That day in his college English course, he was sitting in his seat, listening to Soundgarden during the lecture on his laptop with the tab open, secretly hoping Chloé would have some some reason to walk back and look at his computer screen. Soundgarden wasn’t goth, of course, but Percy had seen her wear one of their shirts.

“Hey! Pussy Jackson!”

Percy frowned to see Clarisse La Rue sitting in a seat a couple rows behind him.

“Move your fat fucking head, I can’t see!”

“‘I’m doing fine, thank you, Clarisse’,” he mocked her under his breath. “‘How was your weekend’?”

Percy was startled to look up to see Chloé turned around in front of him.

“Will you two shut the fuck up?!” she whispered, staring at them in disbelief.

Percy’s face must have been beet red as he tried his hardest not to explode. He was dying of embarrassment as he tried to come up with some sort of answer.

“Uh, yeah! Sorry!” he apologized in a whisper.

Chloé just turned back around, shaking her head as she continued taking messy notes on the assignment due dates. Percy leaned forward slightly, looking curiously at her notebook. He found her handwriting interesting; it was kind of small with a lot sharp edges, written in haste without being too messy, almost like a doctor’s handwriting.

Percy knew he must’ve been lost in his horny ADHD world, because before he knew it, the instructor had just finished announcing the next project, a group project worth 20% of his grade.

“Alright, the groups are posted up here, so you can all come and take a look. You’ll have the rest of this class to figure out a presentation topic and get started,” the professor, a woman in her forties, announced as she retreated to her desk.

Alarmed by the words ‘groups’ and ‘presentation’, Percy anxiously made his way down to the whiteboard with everyone else, terrified to receive his group assignment. He prayed silently that he’d get at least one smart kid in his group, and zero Clarisse’s. As he slowly scanned the list of names up and down, his face went pale as he found his other two group mates. Clarisse La Rue and Chloé Jardine.

Percy wanted to kill himself immediately. Not only did he have to work with Clarisse, but he also had to figure out how to work with Chloé, who had just told him to shut the fuck up not two seconds ago, the first words she had ever spoken to him. He glanced back at Clarisse, who was standing beside Chloé. Neither of them looked very happy about the group assignment.

Percy glanced over at the peofessor’s desk, contemplating whether he should try and get a different group. He decided against it, figuring he’d had enough embarrassment for one day. Signing as he realized he’d have to face Chloé eventually, he walked over to where the girls were standing, ready to face the music. He’d fought monsters and faced imminent doom before, and somehow this felt exactly the same.

“I’m not doing all of the work,” Chloé crossed her arms.

“What makes you think you’d be doing all the work?!” Clarisse asked defensively.

“Because I’m in a group with you!”

“Hey…” Percy waved awkwardly, trying to break the ice, which seemed to also somehow be scalding hot.

“Oh, yeah. You’re in this group too,” Clarisse rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” Percy retaliated childishly.

“Okay. We need to come up with a topic,” Chloé reminded them. “Which one should our presentation be about?”

“What are the options?” Percy asked, watching as she just let out a long sigh.

The next hour of class went by as slowly as possible. By the end of it, Clarisse had stormed out of the classroom, and Percy and Chloé were left sitting together exhaustedly. Chloé sighed as she got up, heading out of the building as Percy followed her.

“Sorry about Clarisse,” he offered sympathetically. “She drives everyone who has to deal with her insane.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to get that,” Chloé nodded.

*****

Percy felt odd, and completely out of place the entire time he sat in class discussing the project with Chloé. Every time she spoke to him, he felt more stupid. He knew nothing about what he wanted to do for the project, and he was even less prepared to answer these questions when asked by Chloé Jardine. And of course, Clarisse also being a part of the group didn’t help.

But Percy figured it was almost worth it, getting to work on the project with Chloé, with her cool hair, tattoos and piercings, and blue eyes, the same icy blue eyes that mesmerized him when he spoke to her. Percy had to clear his throat and check his breath twice before smiling at her as she turned, just having ordered a coffee from the kiosk nearby.

“Hey,” Percy wheezed, realizing how eager he sounded stalk to her, cursing himself silently.

“Hi,” Chloé said with slight surprise, sipping the warm coffee.

She looked at him expectantly, wondering what it was he could’ve possibly had to say to her. Chloé had already done a brief mental scan of Percy; she knew that he was the Greek son of Poseidon, by his shaggy black hair and sea green eyes.

She knew from the perpetual dopey expression on his face that he was attracted to her in some way. She’d seen the way he looked at her and assumed that it was mostly more sexual than emotional, based on the way his eyes lingered on her skin and the way he was constantly averting his eyes from her chest.

“See you,” Chloé smiled, politely excusing herself as she walked away.

“Fuck,” Percy muttered under his breath as he watched her walk away.

He sighed in defeat as he watched Chloé walk away from him, thinking of a hundred things in that moment he wished he’d said to her.

“It’ll never happen, you know.”

Percy whipped around quickly, alarmed as he turned around in the direction of the voice he’d heard. Naturally, the disapproving voice had belonged to Annabeth, his sharp-witted child of Athena ex-girlfriend.

“What?” Percy questioned defensively.

“You and Chloé,” she responded promptly.

Percy crossed his arms. “What makes you think—”

“That you’re infatuated with her?” she asked him. “I know you, Jackson.”

“I’m not infatuated with Chloé,” Percy rolled his eyes at her.

“Well. Infatuated or not, her ex-boyfriend is Sean Morley. The son of Apollo?” Annabeth Chase smirked. “With the blond hair, and the shoulders?”

“Why are you so invested?” he ignored her, questioning her skeptically.

Annabeth smiled, patting his shoulder sympathetically. “Because. It’s fun watching you refuse to learn,” she said as her demeanor softened.

Annabeth walked off and disappeared, leaving Percy to do a lot of thinking.

-

Chapter Two

[adropofelixir]

𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 - 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨): mattheo riddle x fem! reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: when a girl with a consuming mental illness meets the boy with the immense childhood trauma, toxicity arises between their relationship. there's already enough communicational issues between the two of you, but somehow, everything always manages to get worse.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: TOXIC! reader, mentions of borderline personality disorder (i'm writing from my personal experiences with it), reader and mattheo are in their fifth year at hogwarts, self-sabotage, crude language, lots of yelling, very angsty, let me know if i missed anything!

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: this fic is going to have a few triggering ideologies and themes to it, please DO NOT continue on if you are not comfortable with the subject matter. as someone with the disorder that i am writing about, i will not tolerate any hate speech or assumptions being made about the disorder itself, please be kind and head the warning that although this is fiction, this disorder is very real and something a lot of people deal with. feel free to send me suggestions for writings! much love, lea.

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

daphne.

the one name you thought you could go one day without hearing, and yet here it comes to haunt you once again. she's become a recurring theme being mentioned in the same sentence with your boyfriend.

she's just tutoring him. he needs help with his studies.

it couldn't drive you any more crazy than it already was. it just had to be her, didn't it? the girl everyone in the entirety of your bloody magic school thought was breathtaking.

it took a lot for you to accept being with someone like mattheo. he's more than just conventionally attractive, and you knew that before you had even caught his eye. between his undeniable good looks, his sultry voice every other girl including you gets to hear, and his mannerisms, it's not a secret that he drives almost every girl in the school mad.

with all of this being a factor in your every day life, knowing that she's his tutor couldn't bother you more. he has tried to tell you that he's not interested, and his old habits aren't a problem in your relationship as he had made the effort to change for you, but it does nothing to calm the rage boiling under your skin.

you're sitting in the library, theodore at your side as you both try to focus on your potions project that's due within the next few weeks. his focus is undivided on all of the notes he took earlier that day, meanwhile your eyes burn holes into the bookshelf that barely manages to hide her body sitting awfully close to mattheo's.

"you know, one of these days, you might kill her with your stare." the voice breaks you out of the trance you found yourself falling into, snapping your head to meet the familiar italian's eyes as you looked at him with furrowed brows.

"what are you on about?" there was attitude abundantly clear in your voice.

he gestures with his quill towards the pair that sit three rows ahead of you two before his eyes find yours again, "daphne. she's just helping him study, y/n. you know how important grades have become to him since his argument with his father over summer."

"he cares that much that he could ask her instead of his own girlfriend?" you snapped, staring at theodore with fire behind your eyes.

his lips purse together, just nodding to acknowledge your feelings as he didn't want to anger you further. "don't worry about the project for a couple days, i'll handle it and get it set up. just, don't drive yourself bloody crazy with obsessing over if she has a crush on him or not." he parted ways with you after finishing his statement.

you thought getting away would help, so you grabbed your own bag that remained unpacked the entirety of your study session, before making your way out of the library. you were sure to shove daphne's shoulder on the way out before you made your way up to your dormitory.

you looked at pansy and smiled a tight smile. pansy, knowing what's going on just by the look in your eyes, is quick to sit up and give you her full undivided attention.

"does she have to be such a bitch and be so close to him all the time? it's pathetic really, how badly she wants his fucking attention."

her response is in a softer tone than yours, almost comforting, "i can agree, she does get awfully close, but you don't need to worry about that y/n. mattheo's with you, and every since he's met you he's been wrapped around your finger."

"that doesn't mean that she can't reel him in if she starts acting like a whore." that comment was uncalled for, you knew it was deep down, but your emotions weren't allowing you to calm down.

pansy almost hissed at the vulgar word you chose, before hearing the door being fumbled with as her eyes watched mattheo enter your shared dorm room.

"i'm going to hope that i didn't hear what i think you just said." his eyes are locked on yours as he stands in front of you.

your eyes roll quickly. pansy, sensing the argument brew, is quick to make her exit to give you both some privacy.

"here you go, fucking defending her once again." your tone is laced in venom, knowing that if you hear about her one more time you're certain you'll want to take care of her yourself.

"i will defend someone who hasn't done a single thing wrong yet she's being called a name like that. she hasn't flirted with me once, nor has she touched me in any way, y/n we haven't even brushed hands or shoulders. she's just tutoring me."

"yeah, she's tutoring you right? on a subject that i'm higher than her in the class? sure thing mattheo, try to convince me you didn't go to her because you found her hot."

you knew his reasoning for wanting to be tutored by her instead of you; the two of you were inseparable. mattheo wanted your relationship to work out, and he knew in order to do that, he had to retire old habits. one of them included being codependent on each other for everything.

however, when it comes to you, you rely on him to function properly. it's far from healthy, but what can you do to control it? absolutely nothing. you were helpless. you didn't want to act like this, you wanted to be normal. you didn't want to need him around you at all times in order to feel secure in your relationship.

"you know that's far from the truth, y/n. the photos of you i've painted are littered in my notebook, if i was letting her tutor me so i could be around her due to her looks, i wouldn't keep those in there. that's common sense."

his words weren't helping calm you down, in fact, those were your breaking point. before you knew it, you were attacking him.

"then take out the fucking photos mattheo. take out the photos, go on your fucking study dates with her in her skimpy little fucking outfits, and let her take up your time. i'm clearly never going to be enough for you and that's final. i'm done wasting my time with someone who needs another person despite already having a girlfriend. get out."

his eyes scanned your face with utter disbelief. he knew you had episodes, but you had never told him to get out or that you felt like your time was wasted with him. his heart was hurting, and he needed space. without another word, just a singular nod of his head, he opened the door and left.

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

it's been days since you and mattheo have spoken. you're going crazy, and you knew you more than likely had blown your chance. you didn't mean for any of it to happen that way. you didn't understand why you had grown into such an awful person, let alone partner.

you haven't gotten out of bed in what felt like ages. you could be another year older, for all you knew. you had told him you felt like your time was wasted.

fuck.

it never was. time with him was the only thing that kept you sane. him being around you made your senses heightened and feel like you were on cloud nine. he was the love of your life, there was no doubting that.

all he's ever tried to do was love you. yet, you blew it by acting like he's against you, as if he's your enemy. you never got the chance to open up and tell him what was wrong. every time the conversation would come up you'd go into an episode by creating false narratives as to what his response could end up being.

none of this was how it was supposed to go. you weren't supposed to push him away. you weren't supposed to ruin this.

but, that's all you ever seemed to do.

mattheo had retired his usual ways just for you to give him a chance. he had confided in you numerous times about how you've become his safety net, especially due to his upbringing. he never trusted anyone the way he trusted you.

now, you were sure you had blown everything up.

there was a soft knock at your door. you were so caught up in your mind that you almost didn't hear it. you opened your mouth to speak, your voice sounding hoarse as you haven't used it in days.

"it's open." the sound level of your voice is almost at a whisper, but you can't muster to get the energy for it to be any louder.

the door slowly creaks open, illuminating your dark room with a sliver of light as the person squeezes in through the doorway.

"hi, love."

your heart stops beating, your body freezes, goosebumps arise on your skin at the sound of his voice. it can't be him right? surely, you're mistaken.

you sit up as you look at him. "mattheo?" your voice is breaking as you speak his name, your eyes turning doe-like as your hopes rise.

he steps closer so that way he comes into your view, a sad smile adorning his features. his head tilts softly as he takes in all of your features, and fuck does he take his sweet ass time doing so.

the words start spilling out of you before you can control yourself. tears are rushing down your face as if they were running a marathon for a prize.

"i'm so, so fucking sorry matty. i don't know why i say the things that i do. i don't want to be this way. i want to be normal. you don't deserve to be treated like that. i don't want to be another burden in your life, i'm so sorry-"

his voice cuts in through yours, "pansy explained everything to me, you don't have to apologize. you can't control any of it, i know."

your lip quivers as you stare at him, his eyes full of understanding which makes you start sobbing uncontrollably. your hands cover your face as you sob into them, feeling warm arms wrap around you as he pulls you onto his lap when he sits down next to you.

"i-i thought i blew it.."

"shhh, we're okay, everything's okay. i would never leave you. i just needed you to talk to me, love. that way i can understand you and what you need during your episodes."

his fingers push your messy hair behind your ear as you peek up at him, your face now puffy and pink from your tears.

"i don't mean to be difficult, i'm sorry you have to deal with all of this."

a smirk finds his lips now, as he takes in your apologetic state. "now, now, where's the fun in dating if you can't keep me on my toes every now and then?" he kisses your forehead before he finishes, "i love you, y/n. no amount of arguments is going to change that."

you felt like you can breathe once again as he pulls you even closer, laying down with you wrapped up in his limbs. his gentle voice hums your favorite song as he plays with your hair, trying to soothe your nerves and help you get rest. your eyes are fluttering shut before you can notice, and your breathing mellows out as he smiles contently down at you.

"off to sleep you go, pretty girl. see you in the morning."

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: hello again! i haven't proof-read this, as i'm currently sick while writing it! i may come back and edit it if need be, but i hope you enjoyed this angsty attempt at displaying one of many examples of living with borderline personality disorder in a relationship. i can't wait to come back and write again! i love you all!

[sugarandspisces-writes]

Damage Control

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x reader

Summary: You get into an argument with your parents and it brings up some tough emotions. Melissa helps you work through those feelings and thinks of a unique way to help you cope.

Word Count: 8k

A/N - Hi! I want to start off by saying that this fic is purely self-indulgent. I wanted to write something for those that don’t have the support of their loved ones in regard to their sexuality. If you’re currently going through this situation, I hope you can find a piece of comfort in this fic. My main goal with this one is to make you feel less alone. I hope you all enjoy <3

TW - Contains themes of homophobia and depicts interactions with unaccepting parents

It was a Saturday evening, and you found yourself at Melissa’s house. Over the past couple months, it became a ritual for you to spend the weekends with her. You found this was the only time you could enjoy her company due to the demands of the week. Things had been rough for her at school, but she was finally getting used to teaching two grades. She had more free time now, and you jumped at the opportunity to spend it with her.

You were currently sitting on the couch in the comfort of her arms. She was lying with her back against the arm of the couch, and you were sitting in her lap in the same position. Your back was against her front, and her arms were wrapped around your waist. Your head was settled on the left side of her chest, and you could hear the faint sound of her heartbeat.

It was a gloomy day and you didn’t plan on doing much. You originally wanted to spend the day out and about, but due to the weather, you changed your mind. You mutually decided that you would much rather have a lazy day in. You finished eating dinner not too long ago and you were now watching TV.

You recommended Melissa to start Killing Eve a while ago, but she never got around to it. You were glad about that because now you were able to watch it together. You were only on the first season, which you’d seen multiple times, so your attention was being pulled in another direction.

You turned slightly in her arms so that you were facing her. Her hair was up and her face was rid of makeup, so every feature was on display. She was absolutely stunning and you wished you could see her like this more. Your eyes roved over her face until they landed on the slope of her neck. You leaned in and placed a few kisses at the junction of her neck and shoulder. You watched her cheeks become pink from your actions. Her lips twitched as she tried to fight a smile and you couldn’t help but let your lips curve into a grin at the sight. You realized you were staring and tried to look away before she noticed, but you knew you’d been caught when she spoke.

“The TV is over there, you know.” She nodded her head in the direction of the entertainment.

“I know that, Melissa,” you laughed. “I just enjoy looking at you more.”

“Someone’s being very charming today,” she said before turning her head towards you.

You locked eyes momentarily and the twinkle in her green orbs was almost too much for you to handle. You couldn’t think when she looked at you like that. You shied away from her gaze before letting out a chuckle. 

“Do you like the show so far?” You asked after gathering your thoughts. 

“Yeah, it’s good. I thought there would be a little more action though.”

“Oh, trust me, it’s coming. I think the next episode is the one where Villanelle shows up at Eve’s house.” You said while reaching for your phone that was resting on the coffee table.

You heard Melissa groan and you realized that your movement shifted her out of her comfy spot. You gave her an apologetic look before turning your phone on. As you looked through your notifications, you saw that you had a missed call from your dad. The two of you usually called each other every weekend, mainly in the mornings. He didn’t call you this morning, so you thought he’d get to it tomorrow. It was strange for him to call you at this time, but you just assumed he missed you extra and didn’t want the call to wait.

“You can call him back if you need to,” Melissa said, knowing how much you looked forward to catching up with him.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna,” you sat up and swung your legs over the edge of the couch. “It must be important if he’s calling this late.”

“Go ahead. I need to get up and stretch anyways.” She patted the side of your leg, signaling you to stand.

“Be right back,” you said before leaning over to kiss her lips.

✦ ✦ ✦

You made your way into the kitchen and sat at the table in a seat near the entryway. You pressed the missed call notification and held the phone up to your ear. You listened to three sequences of ringing before someone picked up.

“Hello?”

You brought your phone down and looked at the screen in confusion. It wasn’t uncommon for her to answer your dad’s calls if he wasn’t in immediate reach of his phone. It still caught you off guard.

“Hey, mom. I was just calling Dad back.” You said in hopes that she would pass him the phone as quickly as possible.

You loved your mother, but you didn’t have the energy to deal with her right now. You were in a good mood, and you knew she was bound to change that if you continued to speak with her.

“Now, don’t sound too eager to talk to me,” she said. 

You knew she was being sarcastic, but she did have a point. Even though you weren’t in the mood, you were still curious about her well-being. 

“How are you?” You asked.

“I’m just trying to enjoy the day, but the weather has been acting crazy.”

Are we seriously talking about the weather right now? You thought to yourself.

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded to yourself. “I was gonna go out today, but those plans got squashed.”

“Oh, honey, I’m glad you realized you need to get out more,” she said. “All you do is go to work, then go home. You need to have a little fun here and there.”

While her comment sounded like she meant well, you knew there was an air of judgment in what she was trying to say.

“I know, mom. You tell me all the time.” You let out a sigh.

“Yeah, well, every time I call you’re always at home.”

“You just happen to call me when I’m at home.” You rolled your eyes.

“You just happen to be at home every time I call you? I find that hard to belie–”

“Mom, where’s Dad?” You asked, trying not to sound too fed up.

“He’s upstairs. He’ll be down soon,” she said. “Why are you in such a hurry?” 

You could almost hear the cogs turning in her head as she thought of the reasons why you wanted to get off the phone with her. You pulled your phone away to see that you’d only been on the phone with her for a little over a minute. Why did it feel like the two of you had been talking for ages? You could feel yourself getting a headache already.

“You can change the subject all you want, but I’m just saying it wouldn’t hurt you to get out more.” She said in a tone that you couldn’t quite place, but you knew that it rubbed you the wrong way.

Before you could speak, you heard her say, “Here’s your father.”

You had never been so thankful to talk to your dad in your life.

“Hey, kiddo.” Your dad said. “What’s up?”

“Hey, I was just calling you back. Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. Why?”

“I dunno.” You shrugged even though he couldn’t see. “You usually call me earlier in the day.”

“Is it a crime for me to be spontaneous?” He asked. “Haven’t you heard the phrase, “Expect the unexpected?”

You could hear the smile in his voice and you couldn’t help but chuckle at him.

“It is a crime, considering you’re the most calculated man I know.”

Your parents were very type A, and they always followed some sort of schedule. They liked things to be a certain way, and they were always organized. Despite what it seemed like, they knew how to have fun – especially your dad. However, there were times when they could be stuck in their ways, and that’s why you often butt heads.

“Okay, maybe that’s true.” He laughed. “I just missed you, is all.”

“I miss you too.” You smiled to yourself.

Your heart warmed at his words. Your conversations were so much different than the ones between you and your mom. 

“What are you up to?” Your dad asked, bringing the conversation back to you.

“Nothing much. I was watching TV when you called.”

You could hear your mom in the background making a remark about you not getting out of the house. For some reason, she couldn’t let it go today. 

“Dad, can you put me on speaker?”

“Okay, you’re on speaker.” He confirmed.

You laughed at him before addressing your mom. “Mom, you know I can hear you in the back, right?”

“All I’m trying to say is that the men aren’t gonna meet themselves.” She said bluntly.

You let out a dry laugh. Of course, that’s what this is about. She’d wanted to say it all along, but she liked to bet around the bush for some reason.

“Mom, men aren’t the key to life. I’m fully capable of doing everything a man could do for me by myself.”

She laughed, and you could almost see the shake of her head that came with the action. “Of course, you would say that.” 

“Honey.” You could hear your dad say to your mom in a warning tone.

“No, it’s okay.” Clearly, there was a deeper meaning to her words. “What’s that supposed to mean, Mom?”

It was silent on the other end of the line as you waited for an answer. 

“I think your mother is just trying to say–”

“Dad, I wanna hear it from her. What’s that supposed to mean, Mom?” You repeated. 

You could feel yourself becoming more defensive as the seconds went on.

“I’m not surprised you would say something like that. With you being the way you… are and whatnot.” She couldn’t even bring herself to say the words.

“The way I am? Wh–What are you trying to say?” You asked, but you knew exactly what she was alluding to.

You weren’t solely attracted to men, and that dissatisfied your mother more than anything. You knew it bothered your dad too; the only difference was that he wasn’t so brash about it. You had hope that he might come to terms with it in the future. Your mother, on the other hand, was a different story.

✦ ✦ ✦

Melissa was sitting on the couch as she waited for you to finish your conversation. For the past ten minutes, she had busied herself with looking at the pictures hanging on her walls. She couldn’t remember the last time she really looked at them. She had been so busy at work trying to keep up with two classes that she didn’t notice how long it had been since she took a proper pause. This was the first time in about three weeks that she was able to keep her head above the water.

It was also the first weekend that she had been able to fully enjoy in a while. When she realized she would have some free time, her first thought was that she wanted to spend it with you. It was very unlike her to want to spend her spare time with anyone, but there was something special about you. You made her feel at peace, and she craved having you around at all times. 

She was brought out of her thoughts when she heard your voice coming from the kitchen. The sound was muffled from where she was standing, so she couldn’t make out what you were saying. Nonetheless, you sounded like you were in distress. She debated whether or not to go check on you. She knew you were capable of handling your own problems, but she still wanted to make sure that you were okay. She reasoned with herself and made her way over to the entrance of her kitchen.

She didn’t walk in yet out of fear that she might be interrupting something. Your relationship was still kind of new, and she didn’t want to seem like she was butting into your business. From outside the doorway, she could hear another woman’s voice. She assumed this was your mom.

She heard the tail end of the conversation, and she was a little stunned, to say the least. She knew about your weekly catch-ups with your dad, and she had been there to overhear some of them. To her, your parents didn’t seem like the type of people to participate in an argument with you. In her opinion, that was more her family’s style. However, she knew that it was presumptuous of her to assume such a thing without much context. She continued to listen to the conversation, curious to hear what would be said next.

✦ ✦ ✦

“You know what I’m saying, Y/N!” Your mother said, raising her voice. 

You knew you’d struck a nerve. She wasn’t at her yelling point, but she was getting close. If she wanted to play that game though, you would play. If there was one thing the two of you were good at, it was yelling at each other.

“I like women, Mom! So what?” You raised your voice back.

“So what?” She said in disbelief, as if she couldn’t fathom what you were saying. “It’s wrong, Y/N. That’s what!”

“Says who? You?” You yelled at her. You didn’t mean to, but you couldn’t help it. You weren’t gonna sit there and listen to her talk about right and wrong as if she was a saint.

“Do not raise your voice at me.” Your mom said sternly.

You knew you were in the wrong at the moment, but you weren’t going to apologize. She was still your mom, but if she wasn’t going to respect you, you weren’t going to respect her.

“A little support would be nice every now and then, you know.” You said.

“I support you plenty. Or do you not remember me and your father loaning you money a couple of weeks ago?” She pointed out. “Did that slip your mind somehow?” She said in a condescending tone.

“That’s not what I mean!” You said in frustration. 

Your mother thought that monetary support was equal to emotional support. In her mind, if you had all of your needs met, emotions didn’t have to be part of the picture.

“You did it to yourself, Y/N. If you didn’t make the choice–”

At those words, you lost it.

“It’s not a choice, Mom! I didn’t choose anything! It’s just who I am!” You shouted through the phone. Tears began to prick your eyes. You tried to blink them away, but they fell anyway.

You stood from your seat and walked around the table. You could feel yourself getting angry, and you didn’t know how that would end, so you tried to calm down before your emotions got out of hand. 

“That’s not who you are!” She yelled back. “I didn’t raise you to be like that. Your father–”

“No, Mom, it's not who you are!” You interrupted her. You reigned your tears in and gained control of your voice. You wanted her to hear your next statements loud and clear.  “Not everything is about you! And Dad can speak for himself.”

Since you came out to your parents, your mom had a hard time separating her identity from yours. She couldn’t bear the fact that you weren’t straight. To her, you were flawed, and she felt like she had done something wrong raising you. What she failed to see was that your identity had nothing to do with her. It was only about you.

“I’m not talking about this with you anymore,” she said.

You saw that one coming. Once you began talking about her image, she shut down. When it came to slander, she could dish it, but she couldn’t take it.

“Fine.” You said, and that was the end of that.

You plopped down in the chair and took a few deep breaths before speaking again.

“Dad,” you said, “are you still on the phone?”

Your dad had been silent the whole time. Not because he didn’t care, but because he knew better than to get in the middle of your and your mom's spats. He meant well, but sometimes you wish he would give his input. Confrontation wasn’t his strong suit though, so you knew it might be a while before you ever heard his side of things.

“Yeah, I’m here, kiddo.” He sounded dejected. “I’m sorry.”

He hadn’t meant for the phone call to go south.

“You don’t have to apologize for her.”

“Yeah, but I know she’ll probably never say it,” he said, sounding defeated for you.

“Yeah, you’re probably right about that.”

You talked with him for a few minutes longer before saying goodnight and ending the call. This was not the direction you expected the night to go in, but like your dad said, you should learn to expect the unexpected.

✦ ✦ ✦

Moments later, you found yourself still sitting at the kitchen table. Your mother’s words rang in your head as you tried to process everything. As you continued to think about the things she said, you felt your frustration resurface. The feeling had only intensified since then, and you began to feel red-hot anger creeping its way up your chest. It settled at the base of your neck and as a result, you felt suffocated. You couldn’t help but let out a scream at the sensation.

“Fuck!” You shouted before slamming your phone down onto the wooden surface of the table.

The sound must have startled Melissa because she appeared before you.

“You okay?” Melissa asked as she kneeled in front of you. She had a frown on her face as she tried to decipher the expression on yours.

You were embarrassed at your sudden outburst and the fact that she’d heard the conversation with your parents. You were also feeling a little helpless because your emotions were manifesting themselves and you had virtually no idea how to handle them. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but all that came out was a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You could feel Melissa running her hand along your back and that brought you down enough to muster out a reply.

“Yeah,” you said in a flat tone. You meant to be more convincing, but it didn’t quite work.

“You know, you can tell me if you’re not okay.” She said, continuing to rub your back.

You cleared your throat and shook your head as if you were trying to reset your brain to 30 minutes ago: when you were peacefully lying in your girlfriend’s arms and not having thoughts of taking your mother’s neck in your hands and–

“Hon,” Melissa said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm,” you hummed before looking at her again. 

You soon came to realize that was a big mistake. Suddenly everything was too much. Too real. How close she was to you, the look in her eyes, the hand on your back. You needed her to move, but you couldn’t vocalize that. 

“What can I do?” She asked.

“Um, I don’t, I–,” You stumbled over your words.

You reached around to your back so you could grab her hand. She mistook the gesture as you seeking more comfort. She clasped her hand around yours and that gave you the push you needed to speak up.

“I don’t know, but you need to move.” You snatched your hand away as if her touch burned you.

She looked a little shocked, but she moved away as fast as her body allowed her to. Once she was gone, you realized how harsh you’d sounded and you instantly felt bad. She was just trying to help, and here you were snapping at her.

“I’m sorry. I just– I’m really hot and I can’t–” You stood up and started to frantically fan yourself.

Melissa continued to look at you. She was trying to figure out what her next move would be. She’d never seen you like this, and she wanted to handle this situation correctly. As soon as she realized that staring at you wasn’t going to help, she jumped into action.

“That’s okay. How about we start by taking this off.” She stepped closer to you before realizing she should probably warn you. She wanted to avoid your previous reaction at all costs. “I’m just gonna come closer, but I’m not gonna touch you.”

You couldn’t even focus on what she was saying because you were about two seconds away from freaking out again. You could only make out every other word, but it was enough for you to piece her sentences together. You nodded your head to show that it was okay for her to come closer.

Why the fuck am I so hot? You thought to yourself.

“I just wanna get your jacket off.” She said.

Jacket? What jacket?

As you watched her reach toward you, you looked down to see that you were wearing the hoodie Melissa let you borrow earlier. You were so scatterbrained that you didn’t realize you still had it on.

She grasped the zipper on the garment before pulling it down, causing the sleeves to fall off your shoulders. Once the item was off, you felt so much better and your thoughts started to become more clear. You sat back down and let out a sigh of relief as you leaned forward, resting your palms on your knees. You looked down at the ground in an attempt to focus your attention on something other than the anger and shame you were feeling.

“That feel any better?” Melissa inquired.

You thought about her question for a second. You felt better because you weren’t burning up anymore. However, you could still feel the remnants of ire in the pit of your chest. 

“A little, but I feel like,” you paused. “Like I,” you trailed off before giving up.

Melissa reached out to gently grasp your jaw. She tilted your face upward so you could look at her. Her palm felt cool against your warm skin. 

“Like what?” She looked at you intently.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged before removing your face from her hold.

It wasn’t a secret that you experienced emotions deeply. You felt more than the average person, and you were very in tune with other people. You were the definition of an empath, and it was a gift as well as a curse. You cared for others, but the weight of harboring their emotions in addition to your own was too much to handle at times.

You were also prone to burying your feelings. That’s where your difficulties with communication stemmed from. When you were hurting you kept it to yourself, and that made it harder for you to navigate situations like this. When you had a chance to express your feelings, you weren’t always sure how to convey them to others.

Melissa pulled up a chair and set it directly in front of you. To be honest, you were taken aback by the action. You fully expected her to leave you alone until you could figure out an answer to her question. As you looked at her, you saw through all the concern and found there was determination in her eyes. She wanted to figure out what was going on inside your head, and she wasn’t going to give up until she got an explanation.

“Can you tell me what you’re feeling physically?” She reached out to grab your hand, finding it hard not to show her affection. “Just one thing.”

“Um, kinda like I might… explode.” You looked toward her in hopes of receiving some form of validation, and without fail she gave it to you.

“Okay.” She nodded her head and began to stroke the back of your hand with her thumb. “Anything else?”

“My heart is beating really fast and I feel tense. Like, all over.” You took your free hand and motioned it in a circle around you.

“That doesn’t sound like a nice feeling,” she spoke softly. 

To you, her tone seemed uncharacteristically gentle. It was unlike anything you’d ever heard from the redhead.

“What do you usually do when you feel like this?” Her eyes never strayed from yours.

“Nothing really.” You looked at her sheepishly. “I usually just push it away or try to focus on something else.”

The lost look in your eyes pulled at Melissa’s heartstrings. She could see the trouble you were having processing your emotions, and all she wanted to do was help you. She had an idea, but she wasn’t sure how you’d receive it. However, she knew it wouldn’t hurt to ask.

“Are you willing to try somethin’ for me, hon?” She bit her lip as she anticipated your response.

“Sure.” You were willing to try just about anything if it would make you feel better.

“Okay, give me just a sec.” She held up her index finger, then proceeded to walk out of the kitchen.

Melissa soon returned with something interesting in her hands: a baseball bat. You looked at her with curiosity as she came to stand before you.

“Come on.” She nodded her head toward the back door. “Let’s go outside for a minute.”

You followed her into the yard, where she walked you to a secluded corner. As she moved a few items around to create some space, you noticed her backyard was very homey. There was a couch decorated with pillows and blankets and it was placed near a fire pit. There was also a garden located on the opposite end.

Above you, there were string lights that were activated by the two of you stepping outside. They lit up the yard with a warm glow and you began to find comfort in the cozy atmosphere. She had a fence built well above your height that surrounded the area, and it made you feel completely safe.

When she was finished rearranging, Melissa came to stand across from you. “When I get upset, I take this and use it to do as much damage as I can.” She presented the bat to you.

You tried not to think too much into her statement, but you couldn’t help raising your eyebrows.

“I promise everything I’ve done was legal,” she said after seeing your reaction. “Well, mostly.”

“Melissa!” Your eyes widened at the thought of her committing crimes with the object.

“I’m kidding, hon,” she assuaged your fears. “I don’t have anything for you to hit, but I think the ground will do just fine.” She tapped with her foot, illustrating its firm nature.

You still felt unsure of what to do.

“You don’t have to try it if you don’t want to,” she assured you. She didn’t want to talk you into doing anything that made you feel uncomfortable. “We can always figure something else out, but I think this might help you release some of those emotions.”

If she thought it would help, what was the harm in testing out her theory? 

“Okay, I’ll try.”

You reached your hands out to accept the bat from her. She handed it over, then stepped closer to the house to give you some space. You stood there for a second, those feelings of uncertainty coming back to you. You felt out of your element as you twisted the bat around.

You took a couple breaths before holding it up by the handle. Your arms lifted above you before swiftly coming down to slam the head of the bat against the ground.

Sightly alarmed by the loud crack that echoed around the space, you looked toward Melissa and let out a gasp. She was standing against the fence with arms folded across her chest.

“How’d that feel?” She looked at you expectantly.

“Good.” You nodded. “I wonder what your neighbors are gonna think.”

“Don’t worry about that.” She began to walk toward you. “If they have a problem I’ll handle it.”

You must have still looked suspicious because she spoke again.

“You just focus on letting those feelings go.” She squeezed your shoulder affectionately before taking a seat on the couch. “I’ll be right here if you need me.”

You stood there for a moment gathering your thoughts. The only thing Melissa cared about was making you feel better. She could care less about anyone else at the moment. With that in mind, you felt completely safe to express yourself however you needed to. She just wanted to be there to make sure you were safe. Your heart warmed at the thought, and your anger nearly dissipated.

Now all you could focus on was how much she cared about you and your emotional well-being. She looked after you so intently. No one had ever taken the time to truly listen to you and help you combat your insufferable burdens. That thought settled deep within you causing a twinge to flutter through your chest. The ache was so profound you felt it in every fiber of your being.

You closed your eyes and took another deep breath before smashing the bat into the grass for the second time. You repeated the action until you began to lose count of how many times you’d struck the ground.

All you could think about were the feelings your mom had brought up and the pain associated with them. When you couldn’t think about that anymore, you thought about every time you wanted to express an emotion, but couldn’t. When you’d exhausted that thought, you just focused on how free you felt at the moment. With each hit, you could feel yourself letting go of the pain you’d held onto for so long.

Then, something broke within you. You slammed the ground one last time, your body sagging forward from the force. You felt your chest heave as a guttural sound escaped your throat, and you let out a final breath in its wake. 

The metallic bat dropped to the ground with a clang and you used every last bit of your strength to stand up straight. You filled your lungs with air and on the exhale, you felt a sob bubble in your throat. Your hands flew to your mouth to muffle the sound, but it was too late. You had already released an echoing wail into the open. Surrendering every part of the anguish, you let the sobs wrack your body. It was getting harder to breathe, but you didn’t care, really.

“Y/N.” She was gentle as not to startle you.

Upon opening your eyes, you were met with a worried look. She was maintaining her distance just in case you were feeling overwhelmed, but by the look in her eyes, you could see that she just wanted to comfort you. You pulled her closer and once the gap was closed, she brought her hands up to wipe your eyes. She gently held your face in her palms as you continued to weep. 

“You didn’t mention that I would cry my eyes out,” you joked. It was an attempt to lighten the mood, but your delivery was pathetic. You were all choked up, trying your best to talk through broken sobs. “A warning would have been nice.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Melissa said in a hushed tone. It almost sounded like she was fighting back her own tears. But you knew she hadn’t gone that soft on you— yet. 

You were pulled into a hug, her arms wrapping firmly around your torso. You hugged back, arms hanging loosely around her neck, then brought your head down to rest on her shoulder. She pulled you closer before placing a kiss on your forehead. The action was so delicate that it caused a surge of fresh tears to fill your eyes.

Melissa could feel your chest quavering with each breath you took, so she gave you some encouragement. “Let it out, hon.” 

You shook your head and released a whimper instead. You’d cried enough and there was no need to do it all over her. However, you should have known that wasn’t going to satisfy her. Your pain didn’t serve you any purpose, and she refused to let it weigh you down.

“Come on, love.” She murmured into your ear, voice so velvety you couldn’t help but give in. “There you go,” she praised as your cries got heavier.

You collapsed into her arms and let your body go slack against hers. She staggered backward, not expecting you to fall into her like that, but regained her footing and held you steady. 

“I’m here, okay? I’ve got you.”

For a moment, all you could focus on was her. She rubbed large circles across your back and you nestled closer into the curve of her neck. Her scent invaded your senses; something spicy, sweet, and clothed in warmth. You could feel yourself calming down with each breath you took.

“That’s it. Just breathe.” She instructed.

She began to sway your body from side to side. The motion was so soothing that you felt your eyelids getting heavy. If she kept it up, you were sure you’d fall asleep. You willed yourself to stay awake so you could relish in the safety she was providing.

“You doing okay?” She asked after she was sure your sobs had ceased.

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

It wasn’t the best response, but Melissa took your even breaths and lack of tears as a sign that you had settled down.

She began to unwrap her arms from around you, but you weren’t ready. You held on tighter, which was physically impossible considering you were already as close as you could get.

She held you a little longer before deciding to ask for permission this time. “Is it okay if I let go?”

She hadn’t given you any indication that she was leaving, but a piece of you was afraid that you might not find that level of comfort again.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, sensing your hesitation. “I just wanna get you back inside.”

You obliged and she maintained her proximity by holding you by the waist. The gesture was tender and affectionate, and she kept her word leaving no room for doubts in your mind.

✦ ✦ ✦

“You gonna be okay by yourself for a second?” Melissa asked as you sat in the living room.

“I’ll be okay,” you rasped.

“Okay, sit tight,” Melissa said before venturing off.

You were grateful for her tenderness, and it was the first time you were seeing this side of her. Of course, she was always gentle with you, but something was different tonight. She was being so patient and loving—it made your heart feel so full.

She returned with a glass of water and took a seat next to you. You gladly accepted the beverage and found yourself nearly downing it in one gulp. The cool liquid felt nice on your sore throat. You set the cup down on the coffee table and let out a deep sigh. A familiar sting pricked your eyes, but you refused to do any more of that right now.

You could see Melissa watching you out of the corner of your eye. She was trying to be discreet, but even if you couldn’t see her, you’d be able to feel the intensity of her stare. You weren’t sure what she was trying to communicate to you, so you redirected your gaze.

She smiled at you, her lips gently curling, as she brought a hand over to rest on your thigh. You placed your hand over hers and began to play with her fingers. She had a singular ring on the middle one and you twisted it around to distract yourself.

She pulled you out of your head by locking your fingers together. You looked back up at her and she opened her mouth to speak before closing it again. Her eyebrows were knit together and she had a pensive look on her face. She looked like she was going through a mental tug-of-war.

You watched as she dropped your hand and changed her position so she was leaning against the arm rest. She waved her hand, motioning for you to come join her. You took your place in her arms and laid on top of her, tucking your head under her chin and settling in. You took a hand and rested it on her stomach, feeling it move up and down with each breath she took.

You closed your eyes as she placed a kiss to the crown of your head. She repeated the action before moving her lips lower and doing the same near your hairline. She slipped her hand underneath the fabric of your shirt and began to lightly trace her nails against your back. That had to be one of your favorite sensations, and you could feel yourself melting deeper into her touch. She was almost lulling you into a trance.

“Your mom seemed pretty upset earlier, hm?” She asked, switching the pattern she was making on your back.

Melissa knew what she was doing. She wanted to get you as relaxed as possible so that you could talk about the events that led to this moment. She knew it would be hard for you to get worked up if she was holding you close, giving you kisses, and rubbing your back. It was the gentlest form of persuasion.

“Yeah.” Your voice cracked as your thoughts wandered back to the conversation. You cleared your throat before continuing, “I guess you could say so.”

Not missing the hitch in your voice, she encouraged you to take a deep breath. Once she was pleased with your effort, she formulated her next response.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” She didn’t want to upset you again.

“No, it’s okay.” You assured her. “I just don’t understand.”

Melissa waited for you to elaborate, but when you didn’t, she prompted you. “You don’t understand what, babe?” She asked, moving back a couple of inches so she could look at you properly.

“I’ve spent the majority of my life–” A lump made its way up your throat. You swallowed it down, determined not to let your emotions get the better of you. “I’ve spent the majority of my life trying to be perfect for her. I’ve done absolutely everything I could to please her.”

Melissa nodded her head in understanding as you peered up at her.

“I made good grades in school and I did all the extracurriculars. I went to college, navigated everything the way she advised me to. I sacrificed so much of my happiness to make sure she was content. It worked for a long time, you know? She was happy.” 

“And because of that you were happy,” Melissa stated.

She knew how you were. People pleasing was part of your character. It was hard for you to grasp the idea that you wouldn’t be able to satisfy everyone. No matter what, there would always be someone who didn’t agree with you.

You nodded, taking a breath before continuing, “That all changed when I came out to her though. I mean, I knew what her reaction would be, but I wanted to take some of my power back from her. I had quite literally burnt myself out trying to do right by her.” You took a beat before saying, “I just felt like I wasn’t my own person anymore and that kind of scared me.”

Melissa moved a hand up to your cheek, as she continued to look at you. Her thumb smoothed across the side of your face and your eyes fell closed at the feeling. You hadn’t even noticed the lone tear escaping your eye until she swiped it away.

“So, I told her.” You laughed wryly. “I wasn’t even sure what my labels were at the time. I’m honestly still not, but I just knew that I wasn’t straight. I just felt so compelled to let her know that she didn’t have a say in every aspect of my life.”

“I’m proud of you for making that decision. That must have been really hard.” Melissa empathized with you.

Her sage eyes were glassy as she listened to you tell your story. Hearing about your relationship with your mother allowed her to gain a deeper understanding of your habits. She’d wondered why you were such a perfectionist, why you cared so much about what people thought of you, why it was hard for you to say no sometimes.

“Oh, it was a nightmare.” You looked off to the side as you recounted the day. “I told her right before I went off to college. I told my dad too. She didn’t speak to me for months. I think that’s part of the reason why me and my dad got so close.”

“How did your dad take it?” Melissa asked.

“Better than her. He wasn’t jumping for joy, but he was respectful of me. He understands that it’s not up to him to pick my life partner.” You looked back at her before saying, “That’s all I asked of them. To respect me. He just happened to be the one who could comply with my wishes.”

“There’s always that one person,” Melissa sighs. She didn’t know your mom personally, so she wouldn’t bash her. Not to your face at least. Instead, she opted to give you a piece of wisdom. “You can’t please everyone, hon.”

“I know.” You sighed, matching her tone. “It just doesn’t make sense to me. My dad can do it, so why can’t she?”

You looked at Melissa with sorrowful eyes. You could feel your resolve starting to crumble and that ache in your chest returned. “Why can’t she just love me how I am?”

You were directing the question at her but unfortunately, she didn’t have an explanation. She tried to compose an answer, but her words wouldn’t come. The way you looked at her made her brain lapse. She tried to think of something quickly because she couldn’t take the site of that sullen look. However, she didn’t have anything to say, and that was rare. Her lack of words generated a response from you, and it wasn’t one she was expecting.

“No matter how hard I try, nothing I do will ever be enough for her.” Your lips crumpled as the words left your mouth. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me.”

“Oh, honey. Come here.” She closed the small space between you by pulling you into her chest. 

You cried, but it was mild in comparison to your previous round of tears. “I just don’t get it.”

“I don’t get it either,” she said, resuming her gentle back scratches, “but let me tell you something.” She pulled your chin up so you were level with her eyes. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

“There must be. Why else would she–”

“You are passionate, hardworking, and so damn smart. You always make me smile, and you are a joy to be around.” Melissa said with conviction.

“You are perfect just the way you are. Do you hear me? When you began to shy away from her words, she pulled your attention back to her. “I’m not sure what your mother sees when she looks at you, but I see a wonderful person who is kind and caring. You have a beautiful personality and a heart that is too pure for this world.”

“You mean it?”

“Yes, hon. Why would I say that if I didn’t mean it?”

You could only shrug at her question.  

“No, don’t give me that. Talk to me,” she urged.

You could tell she genuinely wanted to hear your thoughts because she had that determined look on her face again. How could you possibly say no to that?

“I know you mean it. It’s not that.”

“What is it, then?”

“I don’t get to feel validated very often,” you disclosed. “So it’s just nice to hear those words.”

“I meant every single thing.” She punctuated her words with a nod.

“I know, Lissa. Thank you.” You smiled at her. “For everything you’ve done for me tonight.”

You leaned forward to wrap her in a hug one last time. You hoped you could convey every ounce of thanks into the embrace. She’d done more for you in a few hours than you could have ever asked.

“You’re welcome. But you don’t need to thank me. It’s what I’m here for.” She hugged you back with just as much enthusiasm, if not more. “I’ll always be here to listen to you and validate you anytime you need it.”

You pulled back from the hug just enough to see her face, and you leaned in to kiss her lips. It was delicate and sweet, but full of passion. You tangled your hand into auburn locks so you could keep her near as you exchanged a few more pecks. She pulled away and pressed a final kiss to your temple.

You ended the day the same way you started it: wrapped up on the couch enjoying each other’s presence. In that moment, you realized you’d found something special with her. In the midst of chaos, she had the ability to bring you back to center. She put things into perspective, and helped you see the bigger picture.

Sure, you wanted your mom to come around, but you couldn’t make her. That was something she would have to do on her own timing—you couldn’t force it upon her. Whether or not she would come to accept you was a mystery. However, what you did know was that Melissa would always be in your corner and that was more than enough for you.

[writingfool001]

A Little Praise

  Author’s Note: I tried to find something for each one but couldn't come up with anything. However, I decided to just go with the same thing and different outcomes.

Request: Yes by 

 Something cute I'd like to see is Sebek, Silver and precious Jamil getting a "Good job!" Kiss from their female s/o after they do something praiseworthy (in her eyes at least).  

Pairing: Sebek, Silver, & Jamil x Female! Reader 

Warning: Female Reader, you/your 

Today, Trein was handing back tests from the earlier chapter, and it seems a lot of people struggled, even some of the smart ones. This was one of the few big tests in this class, and many were praying for a reasonable grade. Supposedly, there were a couple of students who tried to sneak a peek at the answers and ended up in trouble. As the bell rang, Trein walked into the room with Lucius before placing him on the desk and turning to his students.

He greeted them and took attendance as a few slipped in before Trein started to hand out the graded results to students which resulted in some groans. Right after he put your paper down, you looked down to see that you got a 95/100, causing you to let out a sigh of relief and relax a bit. You looked over at your boyfriend to see an unreadable expression on his face. You were tempted to text him to see what he got but decided to wait as Trein told everyone to turn to a certain page as he started today’s lecture. 

At the end of class, you waited for him, saw your boyfriend and told him you got a 95/100 before asking what he got. He showed you the paper to see 100% on the test. Excitingly, you hugged him and kissed his cheek before telling him good job.  

Sebek 

He froze as a rosy flush spread across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears before he told you of course he did, he must keep up his reputation as Waka-sama's guard. He denies that your praise affects him, but you know better. You teased him a while longer before he said that you both were going to be late to your next class.  

Once Lilia and Malleus heard the good news then praised him for doing well on his studies. He teases that he could tutor you to get a higher score on the next test. We all know that he wants to spend more time with you.  

Silver 

He smiled brightly at your praise, but also at the fact that he was there to take the test and on top of that, he aced it. He thanked you for the kiss and then took your hand in his before leading to your next class together. You noticed throughout the day that Silver was a little more energetic than usual, must be the test.  

Lilia praised his son as Malleus congratulated him on doing well. They both know that he struggles a bit with academics due to his sleeping. He asked for another kiss once you two were in private. 

Jamil 

He froze a bit before lightly lecturing you with a faint blush on his cheeks then thanked you for your praise. He kisses your forehead, returning the affection, and praised you for getting a high score as well. He then wrapped his arm around you before you both headed to your next class together as Kalim called you guys over.  

Later that night, you were invited over by Jamil and you both spent the evening enjoying a meal that Jamil made that made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Once you finished dinner, you both cuddled together, and he asked for more kisses Touch starved Boi. 

[jungle-angel]

Cozy Companions: Part 3 (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: Calvin can't think of a better thing to come home to, than you and your daughter

Tagging: @floydsmuse

Calvin couldn't get out of the car and into the house fast enough, the porch light still on and the sun having set just a little bit later, a sign that summer would be fast approaching.

Into the house he went, shutting the door quickly behind him and hanging up his coat on the coat hooks and stamping the snow off his shoes before kicking them off. The fire was crackling away in the living room and something in the kitchen smelled delicious. The little baby giggles coming from the living room caught his attention quickly along with a sniff from Six-Thirty who lay beside the spot where Ellen had been sitting on her pink blanket.

"C'mere princess," he chuckled, scooping her up into his arms. Ellen kept giggling when Calvin littered her cheeks with kisses and pretending to bite her cheeks with his lips.

"Now where's mine?" you laughed.

Calvin laughed with you, eagerly taking you in his free arm and kissing your lips. It had been a long day, a long day of grading papers, experiments and dealing with pretentious little pricks who thought they owned the whole world. Yet coming home to you, Ellen and Six-Thirty had made it all worth while.

"Wish we could take a permanent vacation," Cal remarked as soon as dinner was done and you had handed him a steaming hot coffee. "I'd take you, Ellen and Six-Thirty down to Sanibel for a couple of weeks."

"Be a nice change for sure," you said, finishing the last of the dishes and sticking them in the drying rack next to the sink. "I went to go and help your mother this morning and thought the cold was gonna take a toe off."

Calvin made a face before taking a sip of the hot hazelnut coffee. He knew that for the next couple of days, classes at the college would be ending early due to the dangerous dip in temperatures. He had been afraid to let Six-Thirty out to do his business, but thankfully the dog had the good sense to come back in after a minute or two.

You both went into the living room to enjoy the coffee and the snowfall outside. Calvin threw a few more logs into the fireplace to keep it going through the night and dropped the needle on the record player. You both snuggled into each other as Glen Miller's music filled the whole living room, putting you both at ease after a long day.

Ellen's giggling reached your ears once more as Six-Thirty licked her chubby little cheeks before going back to gnaw at his ham bone. "Alright princess," Calvin groaned, getting up from the couch. "Time for bath and then your bundling up for bed."

Calvin lifted Ellen from her spot on the rug and brought her right upstairs to your shared bathroom, letting the water get as warm as possible for Ellen. He let her splash around with a few of her favorite bath toys while he ran the washcloth over her face and scrubbed her from head to toe with the grapefruit and mint bodywash you had helped him make in the lab as a little experiment.

"Alright sweetpea," he said. "Out you come."

He dried her off as best he could in her fuzzy yellow towel and got Ellen ready for bed. The minute she was in her little pink jammies, he brought her back downstairs to say goodnight to Six-Thirty.

"Cal, I come bearing a gift," you teased, setting the laundry basket down next to the sofa.

"What's up sweet cheeks?"

"Your running sweats, fresh from the dryer," you said.

Calvin groaned happily. Normally he didn't sleep in his running sweats, but on a night like this, he was desperate for something warm to sleep in while his pjs were in the washer. They stayed warm, even as he slipped into them and carried Ellen up to her nursery, laying her down in her crib with her blankies, her paci and her fuzzy little ducky and her teddy. Six-Thirty lay right down on the rug next to her crib with Cal giving him a few scritches before turning off the lights and heading into your room.

"C'mon sweetpea," he said, crawling under the covers beside you. "Lets get warm."

You both snuggled in, the doors to yours and Ellen's rooms always remaining open so you could hear each other. Sleep came easy for you and Calvin, cozy and warm in your beds and the rest of the weekend to look forward to.

[starlightsuffered]

Stop Studying

Pairing - Dom!Fem reader X Sub!Regulus Black

Warnings - Smut, oral (male and female receiving), one instance of choking, teasing/edging, bondage, blindfold, slight praising kink, unprotected sex, dom and sub dynamic.

My boy was a whiz at potions. He always got top grades. I was proud of him. However, Slughorn had come up with an essay that challenged even Regulus. He was a procrastinator, because he so often could whip up something deserving of a good mark the night before it was due. I was the anxious sort and had finished my report early.

"Baby, it isn't due for three days," I mumbled into Regulus's neck. "Plus I have a surprise planned for you."

"You aren't making it easy to focus," Regulus retorted. His long hair was a mess of curls from how many times he'd pushed it back and run his hands through it.

"You've been working on it for three hours," I whined, running a hand delicately over his neck, squeezing lightly. He shuddered. We hadn't had sex in about three weeks. School had been too demanding. I couldn't count the times I'd had to touch myself before bed as I thought of him. I wasn't sure if he'd done the same. I missed his body and touch. I'd told him when we were a couple months into dating that I was someone who got reassurance and comfort from regular sex. He'd been happy to oblige, but now I was worried. I knew it was only the stupid essay's fault, but my need of physical touch was creating false narratives in my head. Perhaps he didn't want to touch me.

"Can't you take a little break?" I asked. He just hummed in response, no commitments made.

"Fine," I huffed, sitting down to read my book. Although I was a wizard, I did find a lot of interest in muggle books, especially their fiction. Regulus always thought it was odd how voraciously I would devour these books written by people who didn't even know what magic was.

The characters in the book were finally about to have sex for the first time. I felt a pathetic wave of jealousy over this fictional couple. At least she got to suck her boyfriend off, I couldn't say the same for myself.

I was appalled with myself when I felt hot tears of frustration sting my eyes. I let out a string of curses as I scrubbed at my eyes.

I realized that my boyfriend was finally looking at me. He looked deeply guilty. He pushed his thick dark hair back once more.

"Don't look at me like that," I sniffed.

"Angel, I'm-" he began.

"Don't you dare Regulus Arcturus Black," I snapped. "I did not start crying to manipulate you. I'm sorry, it was just my book."

I didn't want him to feel forced to have sex with me. I couldn't live with myself if he felt like I was making him do this.

"Angel," he was standing now, edging closer.

"Don't look at me like I'm a kicked puppy," I said, my frustration only serving to produce more tears.

"I have been neglecting you."

I just looked down into my hands. I didn't correct him this time. It would have been one thing if he'd just had extra work, but he'd been snappy with me lately. I'd also noticed he'd made time for Quidditch, but couldn't carve out anytime for me. Even during lunch and dinner in the Great Hall I could barely speak to him because his nose was stuck in a study guide for 'Perilous Potions and How to Protect Yourself'.

"Come on, let's do whatever you had planned," he said cheerily, sitting next to me.

"I don't want to force you," I mumbled, using the bookmark he'd bought me from Hogsmede last weekend as an apology for spending the whole trip studying.

"Force me?" Regulus chuckled, his breath ghosting over my neck as I shuddered.

"Do you understand how badly I've missed touching you?" He asked, voice dark and deep, breath still tickling my ear.

"I've never been with anyone who makes me feel the way you do. I can't even explain how my body reacts when you touch me."

"I almost thought you were getting tired of me," I whispered back sheepishly.

"Are you kidding me? Don't be stupid."

"I even wore that tiny skirt to breakfast this morning and you barely looked at me. That hurt Reg, you know I was wearing it for you."

"Oh I noticed," he replied breathily, drawing designs on my exposed thigh. "I read the same sentence over sixteen times because I couldn't focus thinking of you in it. When you left for Transfiguration I had to stay at the table an extra five minutes to get myself together before going to Quidditch Practice."

"Really?" I asked coyly. It wasn't that I exactly wanted to keep him away from his work, but it was nice to hear I'd had that affect on him.

"Yeah, trust me, I haven't stayed away because I want to. I have to get good grades on my N.E.W.Ts, you know how my parents are."

Yes, I did know how his parents were. I suddenly felt a wave of guilt crash over me. He'd probably been stressed out of his mind worried about the abuse he might face if he got a bad mark.

"I'm so sorry Regulus," I said gently. "I didn't think about that."

"There's nothing to be sorry for," he replied and his soft lips met mine. I pulled him closer by his Slytherin tie. He sighed happily into the kiss as I gently licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance.

"I almost forgot how nice your lips feel," Regulus mumbled. I wound my hands in his hair. When we'd first met he'd kept his curls short. It was one of the only ways he would rebel against his parents, keeping it long how I liked it. I tugged on it and he moaned against my mouth. I swallowed the moan, so content to be back in his arms.

"You know what?" I asked in a low voice, licking a stripe up his neck. He shivered at the lude contact. "You've been so bad, ignoring me. I think I should punish you."

"Oh?" Regulus's breath hitched. "What did you have in mind."

I stood up abruptly. I fixed my skirt where Regulus had been toying with the hem. I held out my hand and the wizard below me smirked as he took it. I led him to an empty dorm room.

"Clothes off," my tone changed the second the door was locked. I noted the enthusiastic look on Regulus's face. He knew our roles when it came to the bedroom. I took care of him, I was in charge. Nothing got him more excited than the dynamic shift where I bossed him around. In comparison, nothing made the butterflies collect in my stomach quite like seeing him splayed out, completely at my will.

"What's our safe word?" I asked Reg once he was naked on the bed, his beautiful cock already half hard from his imagination and my tone. Regulus rolled his eyes. He'd never once needed the safe word, but seeing as I liked to spice things up and push him pretty far, I always made sure I reminded him of the word before we started.

"Hinkypunk" he responded, arms crossed like a petulant child.

"Excellent," I responded with a devilish grin as I mumbled "Incarcerous"

Regulus let out a squeak of surprise as ropes bound his ankles and wrists to the bed. Now he was truly on full display. I looked over his pale slender body with approval.

"What is this my girl?" Regulus asked carefully. I hadn't yet told him if was allowed to speak or not so he was treading carefully.

"Punishment," I replied easily. I mumbled another spell and a black blindfold covered my boyfriends gorgeous eyes. He swallowed loudly.

I stuck my wand into my bun for safe keeping and crawled onto the bed next to Regulus. He sensed my presence and licked his lips.

I started with one hand gently on his throat, pressing ever so slightly, however I was too greedy to keep it there long. I had missed his body. I ran my hand from his chest down to his ankles at a excruciatingly slow pace. We'd see how he liked not being able to touch me.

Next came my lips. I sucked on the delicate skin of his throat as my hand explored his abdomen lovingly. I always stopped my hand right before the place he wanted me most.

"C-Can," he cut himself off with a needy sigh as I let the pad of my thumb caress the inside of his thighs.

"Am I allowed to make noise?" he stuttered. Most of the time, I enjoyed hearing every noise my boy had for me, but there were times when I loved the torture of ordering him to keep his mouth shut. Though I'd given no such orders yet, Regulus knew how this game was played. I was in charge, and he'd better ask before becoming a moaning mess. I decided I wanted to hear how wonderful I could I make Regulus feel.

"Of course my love, let me hear exactly how good you feel."

"I used Mufflliato," I whispered into his ear. "Feel free to be as loud as you like."

He groaned as I sucked his earlobe into my mouth. I smirked, letting my lips continue their trail down his body. I left wet kisses all down his neck and chest before flattening my tongue over one of his nipples. He moaned as I rolled the bud with my tongue meanwhile my hand delicately massaged the skin of his thighs. He was breathing heavily as I moved to his next nipple, my hand now delicately squeezing his balls.

"Common, more," he let out the smallest of pleas. I smirked, my plan going just as I had hoped. I removed my hands and mouth from him completely drawing a whine from his pretty lips.

I took my wand out and got rid of his blindfold. He blinked a few times and tried his restraints. They held firm and he pushed out his lower lip in a pout.

"Watch me baby," I said, drawing his eyes to my form.

I placed my wand back in my hair and began to slowly unbutton my top. Regulus was sitting up as well as he could to watch my little show. He licked his lips and held one captive between his teeth as I slid out of my top. I trailed a hand down my body to start removing my skirt.

"Fuuuck, you're so hot baby," Regulus moaned, hips bucking involuntarily. I was pleased to see his cock standing at attention, veins thick and straining, with a clear bead of precum on its head.

I turned around, sliding my panties down and looking at him over my shoulder. He was desperate to touch me, hands flexing open and shut. I wiggled my ass for him as he groaned. I unclasped my bra letting my breasts fall out. I turned around to show him the full effect.

"You've got to let me touch you baby," Regulus pleaded.

"Why?" I queried as I got back onto the bed. "You we're fine going weeks without touching me before. What has changed baby boy?"

"I don't know how I did it," he babbled, pupils huge. "I could never do it again, I could never leave you needy like that again. Let me show you, let me show you how bad I want you."

"Hmm," I took my wand out, a look of hope lighting up Regulus's face. I muttered two incantations quickly back to back. For a moment Regulus was released and he tried to dart towards me but the second spell locked into place, restraining him once again. He whimpered and I chuckled.

"Baaaabe," he groaned.

"Maybe don't date someone who is so good at charms eh?" I smirked. With that I grabbed his cock before he could utter another word. His head fell back in pleasure as I pumped him up and down.

"Ah, ah, ah," I chided, stopping the movements. "You're going to watch everything I do to you. You aren't going to touch me, but you will keep your eyes locked on me. If I see you give your attention to anything else, I stop, understand?"

"Y-yes ma'am," he gulped.

"Good boy," I smiled, caressing his cheek. I took his shaft in my hand again, making sure his eyes were trained on me. I began to move my hand.

"Oh baby, that feels so good," he praised. "Your hands are magic."

I swiped the head of his cock with my thumb everytime I moved up. He was trying to lightly thrust up into my hand now. I pushed his hips down, a silent command for him to keep still. He obeyed and bent down to take him into my mouth. I started with just the tip, popping it in and out of my mouth, tongue swirling around it.

"Merlin's beard, bloody Hell," Regulus's eyes rolled back into his head. I stopped all movements. Regulus looked up in utter terror.

"I'm sorry, y/n, I'm sorry, please don't stop!"

His begging was so pretty I decided to let it go just this once.

"Don't let it happen again," I growled.

"I won-ahhh," he called out pitifully as I took him fully into my mouth. My nose was brushing his stomach and he was muttering curses in multiple languages. I began to work my mouth on him, hollowing out my cheeks, and using as much saliva as I could. I kept my eyes on him the whole time.

He was so pretty, long curls plastered to his head with sweat, puffy pink lips from biting, overblown pupils. I admired the creamy color of his skin, and the purple marks I'd left on his chest and neck. I also enjoyed the way his chest heaved as if he couldn't possibly get enough air into his lungs. His wrists would be raw from pulling at his ties in desperation to touch me.

"Angel, I'm so close," he panted and I immediately took my mouth off him. Regulus let out a wine, scrunching his eyes closed with need.

"I'm going to ride you now pretty boy," I said, barely giving him a warning before I sunk down on him, taking him fully inside me.

"Fucking Hell, holy shit," Regulus could barely get the words out as I bounced once then twice. I took out my wand as I moved, making his bonds disappear. His hands were immediately all over my body. They went from my hair, to my breasts, to my hips, and finally to my ass to help me bounce up and down on his thick cock.

"You feel so good," I praised. "You fill me so well, fuck Reg!"

"What is wrong with me," he moaned. "How did I ever go without you for so long. How did I ever, uhhh, forget about your tight pussy." He was having trouble getting the words out.

I felt pleasure building up inside me. I knew the excitement of watching him get all worked up had made me wet and near the breaking point before he'd even touched me. I was surprised he was lasting as long as he was with all the teasing I'd done.

It came over me like a sudden rainstorm on the Hogwarts grounds. My orgasm rippled through my body like lightning and I was screaming his name.

"Oh fuck," Regulus was gasping for air, enjoying the feeling of my walls tightening around him.

"You're going to make me cum," Regulus called out. I snapped out of my bliss and climbed off him.

"Did I say you could cum?" I asked. It was hard to be intimidating on wobbly legs but it did the trick because Regulus's mouth hung open like a fish, his eyes teary with his denied release.

I looked at his cock. It was nearly purple with desire and so hard it looked painful. He was involuntarily thrusting upward slightly, just to get some sort of relief. He was throbbing with desire, his cock slick with my juices and his precum, making me even more wet than I already was.

"Oh, you make me wait weeks to fuck you, and you think I'm going to let you out of here after just giving me one orgasm?"

I placed my hands on my hips, pushing out my breasts. Regulus couldn't stop licking his lips.

"You're an evil, evil woman," His voice was hoarse from moaning and shouting.

"Oh really?" I chuckled and went over to my underwear, beginning to get redressed.

"No, no! Please!" Regulus was right where I wanted him, begging.

"Hmm?" I asked.

"What can I do," he begged, crawling toward me, cock still hard and waiting.

I pointed down to my heat with a wicked grin.

"You've got to eat out this evil, evil cunt," I said, waving my hips.

"Come here," his voice was dark and gravelly.

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "You'd eat out an evil pussy? Are you sure you want that?"

"Oh, just give me the chance," Regulus smirked.

"Beg," I said, crossing my arms.

"Please baby," Regulus was whiny and impatient and I fucking loved it.

"Let me show you how good I can make you feel. My tongue was made for your pussy. I want you so bad. Please Angel, let me taste you."

I crawled up on the bed again, and placed my pussy over his mouth. He eagerly grabbed my hips and dove into my heat. The pornographic sounds of his tongue in me, darting in and out and circling my clit made me moan. He was so talented with that blessed tongue. I'd nearly forgotten how many skills he had.

I was bucking my hips forward within mere seconds. I unashamedly rode his face. He groaned, sending vibrations through my heat. He alternated from my clit to inside me. I made sure both his hands were on me so I knew he wasn't touching himself. The knot in my stomach was tightening deliciously as his tongue danced between my folds.

"I'm gonna cum baby, keep going, just like that," I urged him on as he gripped my hips tighter as he continued his onslaught.

"Fuuuuuck," I moaned as I came undone for the second time. I removed myself from him and saw a beaming Regulus, mouth shiny with my juices.

"Good?" He asked, I was unsure how he needed reassurance after all the noise I'd just made.

"So good baby," I said leaning down and pressing my mouth to his. My core was heating again as I tasted myself on his tongue.

"Sorry I've been so mean my good boy," I said pushing his hair away from his face. "Time to make it up to you." I promised as I sunk back down on his cock again.

"Thank you," he said, my name rolling off his tongue as if he were saying a prayer. I began to move on him, sure he wouldn't last long with all the edging I'd put him through today. I rocked my hips on him, spelling his name with my body.

Regulus was shouting a mixture of curses as he alternated between begging and thanking me. He was a blabbering mess, hair pointing every direction from my hands. I yanked on his curls as I rode him.

"Ugh, feels so good when you do that," he groaned when I tugged on his ringlets. His nails were going to leave marks on my skin and the thought made me shiver with delight.

"M getting tired," I moaned, barely able to get the words out. Without warning, Regulus flipped us so he was on top and began to snap his hips at a glorious speed. I hadn't thought I'd be able to cum again that day, and yet I could feel myself approaching the precipice of orgasm number three.

"I won't last much longer," Regulus panted, his thrusts becoming sloppy, yet he was still so insanely hard inside me.

"Let it go Regulus, come for me."

That was all he needed. He slammed into me one last time, leaving me seeing stars, and then he was cumming into me with hot spurts. I could hear him calling my name over and over again as he rode out his orgasm. The way his cock twitched inside me threw me over the edge, and I was calling his name as I saw even more stars.

"That. Was. Bloody. Amazing," Regulus panted in my ear after collapsing on top of me. "I don't think it's ever been that good."

"See what you were missing?" I giggled, gently running my fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry for neglecting you love," he said pressing a kiss to my temple.

"I'm assuming, after that, it won't happen again?" I chuckled examining his still blissed out expression.

"Hell no, I'm not going that long without fucking you ever again."

[starsandink13]

The White Crow Game Chapter 1

It was another regular and awful day in your life. Your feet ached to the point where you could barely feel them from another grueling 11-hour shift at a 24/7 diner. It was located in a sketchy part of town that was infamous for its high crime rates. During your shift, you had to put up with loud drunkards as they slurred their orders, leers from the regulars as they try to 'subtly' implied for 'other services' when you were off the clock, and constantly on edge for a fight to break out at any moment.

You groaned as you opened the door to your dingy apartment. It was far from what anyone would consider 'home sweet home', with only cheap furniture that broke down even under the slightest of weights, the permanent and faint smell of mildew and mothballs in the air, and a few flimsy posters to cover up the cracks that spiderwebbed up the walls. No matter how much you tried to clean it up, the place would almost immediately revert to a filthy hellhole followed by a rat or mold infestation a few days later. You winced as you heard your neighbors, a couple that was made up two junkies, above you screamed over who would get the last of their heroin.

You shook your head as you took off your leather jacket and ran a hand through your straggled hair. You glanced at the microwave's clock that read 12:45 AM in a bright sickly green and flipped the light switch next to you.  The light bulb flickered for a moment before it illuminated the living room in a harsh, bland cool white: making the space look all the more depressing and lifeless. Sitting on your scratched table, was a large pile of half-finished schoolwork that seemed to sneer at you, reminding you that they were due within only a few days.

Suppressing the groan in your throat, you dropped your bag and rushed to finish your assignments. The textbooks' words swam in your tired eyes and through your exhaustion, you could barely focus on the paper in front of you. Your hand shook as you wrote notes, making your handwriting illegible to even yourself. Throughout the long early morning hours, you fought against your exhaustion as you tried to finish the last of your workload, knowing that at best you would get a barely passing grade when you turned them in to your professors.

As you finished your final assignment, you noticed a black journal with gold stars on the cover sitting in the corner of the table. It was your writing journal, one that you haven't touched in well over a month and left all alone to be forgotten. The ideas, plotting, and excerpts of stories that will never be told. 

With a cry, you threw your head in your hands and groaned. Tears started to roll down your face as you violently trembled.

It was like this almost everyday for the last several months. You sacrificed your hobbies social life just to work long hours at your dead-end job with no other source of income. You had to up with seedy customers, horrible co-workers, your witch of a boss, and the occasional fight. All while trying to keep a neutral face only to barely make enough money to afford this hellhole that was also populated with the same kinds of people you put up at work and constantly staring down dropping out of college in the eye. But worst of all, you had to put aside your dreams of becoming published just to scarcely keep your head above. Month after month, more of your mental fortitude was starting to wear down and you wondered if all of your effort was worth it if all you could do was barely get by in every aspect of your life.

"I don't want to put up with this anymore!" You choked out. "I'll give up anything just so my life to be a little bit better!"

You slumped down into the table, barely registering the impact. Your eyes blurred from tears and exhaustion, turning the world around you in a swirling fog of colors and shapes. You succumbed to your fatigue and closed your eyes as you slowly drifted away into a dreamless sleep.

---

A year later....

Your fortune has completely reversed. Instead of being barely scraping by no matter how hard you've struggled, you were now enjoying the complete opposite. Now you were living in a decent apartment in a nice part of town that was within walking distance of college, your grades only consisted of strong As and Bs, and you had landed the paid internship of your dreams at a major publishing house as you learned the ins-and-outs of the trade. It was as if you were living in a fairytale.

At first, you didn't think too much of it. After all, anything was better than barely getting by and living in a mold and rat infested apartment that you could barely afford and struggling to keep up with class while working long hours for less than minimum wage. But as the initial shock and joy wore off, you were starting to get the inkling that something wasn't quite right about this sudden change. You don't remember doing anything to improve your living conditions. You didn't fill out any applications to the internship, you didn't find more time to dedicate for studying, nor made a payment towards the new apartment.

It was just that one day you got a phone call with an editor at the publishing house, asking if you would like an internship with them and you accepted. The next day, you turned in your two-week notice to your former boss and quickly scrounged up enough money to move out into a better apartment despite working shorter hours now. 

Oh well, life has its random chances like that. You shrugged it off, yet that feeling of unease still remained in the back of your mind.

Yellow sunlight streamed through the gaps in your blinds and into your eyes. With a groan, you turned on your side and felt paper underneath your fingertips. You jolted upwards to a strange note on your nightstand that read: Your debt is due by the end of today.

You ripped the note off of the nightstand, flipping it both sides to see if there was anything else on it. Be it a signature or anything else, but after reading it all over again on both sides, you found nothing else.

You looked at the calendar hanging on your wall to see that in bright red marker, you had circled today with the words: RENT DUE written in red ink as well.

"Guess I wrote this last night as a reminder," you shook your head as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes before starting your day.

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The day flew by in a blur without anymore notes regarding debts nor any other unusual activity. As you were going editing the document your boss assigned you, Anya, a fellow intern gently knocked on your cubicle wall.

"Hey what's up?" You turned around.

"I'm gonna head out, can you close up the office when you leave?"  She asked and undid the tight bun in her hair.

"Yeah. I'm gonna be here for like one or two more hours," you nodded.

"Great. Have a good one."

"You too."

When she was out of view, you leaned out of your chair to see the window on the far end of the hall. The sun was beginning to sink into the horizon: turning the sky into shades of purples, oranges, and pinks as elongated shadows were cast across the ground.

"It's starting to get late. I better finish this up soon," you muttered to yourself and brushed a strand of (H/C) behind your ear. As you typed in your notes regarding an awkward phrasing in the document, you heard a muffled bang! coming from the end of the hallway.

"Anya?" You called out, "I thought you clocked out already."

Silence.

It's probably the custodial staff then. You disregarded and sat back down, trying to get back to your train of thought. Just as you were about finish up another comment regarding your edit, another and louder bang! echoed outside. Annoyed, you got out of your seat and stepped out of your cubicle.

"Some of us are still here working, can you please try to keep it down?" You asked, trying keep the  growing annoyance out of your voice.

Once again, silence.

"I hope they heard me this time," you grumbled and went back to editing.

Not a minute has passed when a third bang! startled you out of your seat. You clenched your eyes in annoyance and shot out of your seat.

"I swear I'm going to flip," you growled and stormed over a few more feet into the hallway.

"Listen! Some of us are trying to get some work done! Can you please keep it down?"

You were replied with an overwhelming deafening silence. For several seconds you stood there, before turning around. Before you could get five steps in, the florescent light above you went off, plunging the office space into darkness for a few seconds followed by a quiet laughter coming from somewhere in the distance. 

W-what the hell? 

You swallowed thickly and called out again: "Listen Anya, or whoever is out there, this little prank of yours isn't funny. I'm trying to get my work done, so stop distracting me and leave me alone!"

Once more you were met again with an uncomfortable silence, the only thing you could hear was the slow and steady pounding of your heart. You shook your head and went back to your desk. As you finished the last of your edits the sound of someone whispering came from the end of the hallway.

Sucking in a deep breath, you saved your work, emailed it to your boss, and logged off. You put on your leather jacket and grabbed your weathered leather messenger bag. You stormed over to the end of the hallway and looked out to see nothing. However, you rolled your eyes and took a step out into the main corridor.

"The gig's up already," your voice was heavy with annoyance. "Your stupid prank to scare me isn't working. Now leave me alone."

The whispering laughter became louder and distorted. High-pitched and mechanical yet childish as well. The lights above you flickered violently and you yelped as they went out, leaving you in an abyss of black.

You stood still in shock at what had happened. Your pounding heart drummed in your ears as you looked at the black outlines of cubicles and desks that surrounded you, looking for who or what was the source of this. You stiffened as you heard the distant sound of footsteps heading towards your direction.

Panic took over and you ran towards the exit. In the darkness, the hallways seemed longer and twisted violently. Sweat rolled down your face as the footsteps came closer.

Just gotta find an exit! Come on! Where is it!?

You screamed as something crashed in front of you-- blocking your path. Nearly tripping over yourself, you took a sharp right. The hallways stretched on for far longer than you remembered. Each second felt like an eternity as you ran faster through the dark and narrow corridors. Your lungs felt like you had swallowed pins and your knees threatened to give out from exhaustion.

God no! Come on! Where's that exit!?

The footsteps drew near in all directions alongside that horrible, chittering laughter. You spun around wildly like a marionette. In a split second, you rushed down the hall and into the nearest room. You slammed the door shut. Even in the darkness, you knew that you were in the bathroom due to the glinting coming from the mirror on the left. As quietly as possible, you went over to the last stall and locked it. You huddled yourself in the corner and held your breath.

The footsteps came towards the bathroom. You heard the door groan open as your stalker walked inside, their shoes clacking against the tiles like bones. You dared not to breathe as they came closer and opened each stall slowly. You felt tears starting to form in your eyes, realizing that had sealed your doom.

No, no, no! Please no!

As they opened the last stall before yours, they turned around and left the bathroom. You stood still for several minutes in shock.

D-did they not see this stall? Is this an ambush?

You slowly got out of your position and quietly approached the stall's door. You stood still for several seconds, waiting and listening for any more footsteps. You unlocked the door and quietly walked towards the bathroom door. As your hand reached for the handle, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

The world around you started to twist and fracture. The dark bathroom turned into a blur of blacks as the laughter surrounded you. You collapsed onto the ground as your vision started to slowly fade.

The last thing you heard before you blacked out was:

"It's time to repay your debt."

[cant-get-enough-btr-forever]

"Big Time Battle of the Bands", Chapter 6: Big Time Starstruck

The following morning, James (sporting Aviator sunglasses) and his entourage were hanging out at a table in the lobby. As usual, James was showing off. This time, he was in the middle of an anecdote.

"And that is why you never wanna stash too much chocolate milk on a tour bus!" he ended with a flourish. The girls laughed; the guys thumped his shoulder.

Logan walked into the lobby, saw them, and sighed. James' "Diamond Ring" had grown. He approached the table.

James looked up at his friend. "Hey, ‘sup, L?" he said cheerily.

Logan made a face. "L? Since when do you address people by their initials?"

James shrugged and replied, "I guess since finding my purpose in life, Loganator."

Logan resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Okay...let's stick with 'L.' James...the school project?"

"Oh, right! As luck would have it, I was just about to teach the Diamond Ring," He gestured to his group, "the James Diamond School Method for Getting Through School. Which, by the way, is not at all cheating."

Logan opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He cleared his throat and tried again. "First of all, you said 'school' twice."

James peered at him over the Aviators. "You bet I did."

"Second, that project is due on Monday! I've already finished the research, and you need to help me build the display. That's why it's called a group project. So, for the next three days, the…‘Diamond Ring’...is off-limits."

James threw an apprehensive glance at his followers, who were watching their exchange with amused eyes. "Look, I'm sorry, but today ain’t the day, Loganator." he shrugged.

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Please stop calling me that. Third, you always leave me to do all the work. You think it's easy trying to keep the Palmwoods and our grades afloat?"

Even as James' face was clearly starting to flame, Logan persisted. "So you better not treat the future of the Palmwoods the way you treat the future of your education, or we're going to have hundreds of very disappointed people on our hands." He turned on his heel and stormed off.

James forced out a chuckle that sounded more like a choke. "Ha ha, that Logan, always so serious. Uh, anyhoo, catch you guys at the concert!" He scrambled from his chair and got out of there as fast as his legs could take him, leaving his snickering buddies behind.

Fuming, James caught up to Logan in the hallway. He'd finally lost the shades.

"Why are you trying to ruin my image?" he yelled.

Logan sharply turned to face him. "Here's a better question: Why are you being so stupid?!"

Ahead of them, Carlos and Kendall were chatting up a couple of girls. "Well, we will see you ladies at the show. Enjoy your front row seats." Kendall was saying. Carlos flirtatiously tipped his helmet at them, causing them to break out into giggles.

They jogged up to James and Logan. "Hey, Gustavo wants us at Rocque Records in ten minutes." Kendall informed them, waggling his cell.

Logan gave James the side-eye. "Let me guess: Bandana Man’s gonna skip rehearsals, too?" he snarked.

Ignoring him, James made an "it's all good" gesture with his hands. "Chillax, boys! With fans like the Diamond Ring, we ain't got a thing to worry about."

The guys turned to look as the elevator opened, some ten feet ahead. Out stepped a caramel-haired girl, dressed stylishly (and entirely) in pink. Once she’d processed the sight before her, an ecstatic grin broke across her face.

Two brunettes—one in a yellow blouse, the other in a purple cardigan—trailed behind her. They had been engaged in conversation, but their attention was soon ripped away from each other.

A shorter girl, clad in sporty red clothes, also exited the elevator. Each of their faces lit up as they locked eyes with the Big Time Rush.

Suddenly, a crowd of other backpack-wearing kids infiltrated the hall, blocking the space between them. Jessica shook herself out of her trance, swung her arms around her friends' shoulders, and tugged them away from the stupefied boy band.

"Logan’s eyes really are gorgeous..." Elena sighed, her hands trembling slightly around a thick stack of books.

Chloe chimed in with a smirk, "Well, Kendall's eyes are nothing to sneeze at, either..."

Mikee was bouncing so hard that her own books threatened to spill from her bright red gym bag. "Carlos noticed me, guys! He actually smiled at me!" she squealed.

Jessica gripped her backpack's pink straps as she risked a glance back. She sighed. James was even better-looking in person. "Just ignore them, guys."

"Oh, come on, Jess. There's nothing wrong with being nice." Chloe reasoned.

"Chloe, this is my—I mean, our—one chance to make it big. If we betray Mr. Hawk, we'll never get that chance again." she stated adamantly.

Elena and Mikee looked devastated, but neither could argue. It was true; Hawk knew, from firsthand experience, that Big Time Rush could not be trusted. So, the four of them strode to the Palmwoods School in silence.

Unbeknownst to them, the boys had not taken their eyes off them as they'd walked away. "New girls," they remarked synchronously. "Niiice."

"Dibs on the pink one." James immediately announced, resulting in eyerolls all around.

[sleepysnk]

a/n: welcome back! sorry for such a long wait, but life got in the way of a lot of shit. i hope you guys enjoy this latest chapter!! &lt;3

pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, mentions of anxiety, mentions of past relationships, some brief angst.

The Beach: Chapter Thirty-Two

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Several days had passed since the incident that occurred just outside your apartment door. You and Konan were still both completely appalled by it all. The nerve those two men had appearing at your front door like they hadn’t done a single thing angered you. It was adding on to more stress that had already built up from before, and you didn’t have time for their shitty excuses or their lies. 

The day was bright and sunny. There wasn’t a single cloud roaming the baby blue sky. You had finally made your return to campus after spending yet another day or two away from it. Coming to class after having such a heavy absence weighed heavily on you, and your professors were quite stern on the fact that you were lucky that they had given you the chance to come back. Under normal circumstances, you would have been removed immediately for missing so much class, but they gave you that doubt since you were so academically gifted in your courses. You were relieved to hear such things, but they warned you that if it were to repeat that you could possibly lose your scholarship and be removed from their classes. You weren’t going to return to old habits whatsoever, so that would never happen again.

You now had a whole bunch of work to complete before semester grades were due. Your professors gave you some extra time, but you wanted to hop onto it as fast as you could. It would probably take you a good couple sleepless nights to make it possible, so you prepared yourself for just that. 

Many students passed you as you walked on the concrete path that led to your university’s library. You were somewhat on high alert. After everything that had gone down just a few days prior, you were making it a priority to avoid Itachi and Obito at all costs. Those two would probably be trying to seek you out for whatever reason they had, and you weren’t interested in speaking to either of the men. Konan informed you that if there was a problem, she would gladly leave class to deal with it. However, you told her to not do such a thing. She needed to focus on her own stuff. You could easily handle the situation if it ever came down to it. You weren’t afraid of either of them. You had spent way too many nights shedding tears over men who weren’t shit. Those evenings would come to an end here and now.

You stepped towards the entrance of the library. It was a fairly hot day, so being inside would give you some much needed relief from the sun's rays. 

Pulling the door open, you shuffled inside of the quiet space. Many people sat at random tables with their earbuds in or some people grouped together and worked on projects or homework they had to complete. You were relieved to see that it wasn’t too busy at the moment. It was still the middle of the day, so coming at that time was perfect. You could actually get some decent work done and maybe check out a book while you were at it. You doubted that second fact simply due to the fact that you were swamped with assignments and other work that needed to be done. You mentally cursed yourself for falling behind from everything, but the circumstances didn’t really align in your favor. That was the unfortunate part, but you were looking to completely put that past you and move forward with a clear mind. You had to finish this semester strong, no matter what. 

You made your way down one of the many aisles that were full of different kinds of books. Not a single novel was out of place. Those librarians definitely worked hard when it came to making sure everything was well organized there. 

You paused once you met the fiction section. There were many books lined against the shelves with different titles and a plethora of colors on the spines. There were a few that you read for your high school courses a while back, but a majority of them were foreign to you. A part of you had the urge to read something that would rip your heart out. Angsty romance? Maybe.. actually, no. That wouldn’t be the greatest idea, considering what had been going on the past few weeks. 

The idea of possibly reading something new flew out the window, so you decided to just find somewhere to sit so you could start your work. There was much to do and you knew if you didn’t get on top of it now, you would end up failing. Your parents would tear your head off if that happened. 

You turned the corner and froze in your spot. Your blood went cold inside of your body, and you honestly had no idea what to do. There was no way he was here. You didn’t like believing in coincidences, but this had to be the one at the top of the list that made you want to disappear into the floor. Standing just a couple feet away at the librarian's desk was your ex, Itachi Uchiha. He seemed to be inquiring about something and they were having a conversation that you really couldn’t pick up on. It was very quiet inside the library, but you really couldn’t read their lips. It was unfortunate, but you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. The last thing you wanted was to gain Itachi’s attention. He had been a pain in your ass for so long and you weren’t about to give in to whatever stupid words he was about to drop on you. Hell, even interacting with him would make you go off. 

Much to your dismay, Itachi turned his head at the wrong moment, and he made eye contact with you directly. Your heart quickened inside your chest and you quickly rushed away from his line of view. There’s no way he would chase you through a library. Itachi was all about following the rules and he was super respectful to people, especially to adults. It just fucking sucked that he couldn’t apply that same energy to you and your relationship with him. 

You managed to make it to the exit of the library where you reached the outside. You were so fucking annoyed that you couldn’t stay inside of the library to study, but being away from Itachi was the best option for you. If you would have stayed there, you would have probably started yelling at him and possibly thrown a few books in his direction so he would stay away. You never realized how fucking persistent your ex-boyfriend could be with you. He let you go so easily. Hell, he even placed himself in a position to lose you, and here he was trying to act like he hadn’t done anything wrong. It would make sense if it was the other way around, but this way? It made you want to laugh from how comical it was. 

You began to go down the concrete you were just on a few minutes prior. You figured you would just go home and study inside your apartment. At least you would have the privacy there and wouldn’t have to worry about someone invading your personal space. 

“(Y/N), please wait. I want to talk to you.”

A chill ghosted down your spine when you heard the familiar voice call behind you. There was a side of you that was telling you to just book it and run across campus, but there was another side that told you to just turn around and spill out everything that had been plagued inside of you for several months. Sure, you may have said some of it a few days before when Itachi first showed up, but you were once again given another chance to express that anger. It seemed like the universe was testing your patience.

You turned on your heels, facing Itachi. He seemed as nonchalant as ever while speaking to you. It made the frustration boil inside of you knowing that he was acting that way. He was the lucky one. He didn’t have to deal with the results of his significant other cheating on him with someone else, then completely victimizing themselves over something they did. He just never understood that, and you doubt he ever would. It was honestly baffling that he had the nerve to speak to you. 

You crossed your arms over your chest. This was beginning to become ridiculous. You couldn’t even walk around your own campus without him on your tail. Part of you even considered going to the campus police about it, but they probably wouldn’t do much. “What? What is there to talk about, Itachi?” your tone was harsh, making him shift uncomfortably from the way it sounded. 

Itachi stepped towards you, cautiously. In all honesty, you wanted to hit him in the face. He wasn’t saying a damn word, which was annoying. All you wanted was for him to speak and he was making it so much harder than it needed to be. He was testing your patience today and the last thing you needed was for him to waste your time over something stupid. “I just wanted to talk about us.. I know I came around suddenly, but trust me, I don’t have bad intentions with you!” he protested, placing his hands up defensively. “I mean that, and I can prove it.”

Your head cocked to the side. You grew curious by what he meant by that, but a part of you was still on the fence. This was Itachi of all people. The same man who swore up and down that he would never hurt you, but yet, he did. He put himself in that spot and him trying to retract it all like it was nothing made you irritated. He shouldn’t have had that right, but you wanted to know what he was going to say. For all you knew, he could lie to you again and you weren’t about to fall for it again. “Okay.. then speak.” you narrowed your eyes on your ex-boyfriend, trying to see what he was going to do. 

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts. He looked somewhat hesitant to reply to you, but that quickly shifted when he took a deep breath. “I’ve changed, and I mean that. I did a lot of thinking after we broke up and I know I was the asshole.. you have every right to be angry with me, but I just want to fix my mistakes.” he walked a bit closer to you. “Please.. let me show you I’ve changed. I want to take you out.. we can get something to eat and talk. I promise.. you won’t regret it.” 

You stood there, astounded. 

To be honest, you had no idea what to say to him. At first glance, it seemed like he was being genuine with you. He had that believable tone that you almost believed for a moment, but you knew better than that. Hanging out with your ex would only bring you more attachments and it wouldn’t be a great idea. Konan would probably whoop your ass if you went out with him, so you knew you would decline. There was no way you would let that happen. 

But, at the same time, you were conflicted.

There was a possibility that Itachi did change. You had seen plenty of men actually shift their behavior after they hurt their girlfriends. You could pull up so many examples, but that wasn’t the point. It had been almost a whole year since the two of you had broken up, and that gives someone a lot of time to reflect on what they had done. You knew if you had done such a thing that you would feel horrible, but was it the same for Itachi? Did he truly feel guilty for what he had done to you that day? Some people say that second chances are good things and you should give them out sometimes if the person deserves it. The only question was.. did Itachi deserve a second chance? There was also that side that believed once a cheater always a cheater. That was very true as well. 

You were stuck and you hated it.

You let out air through your nose. You were nervous standing there, because he seemed to be waiting for your answer. You really didn’t know what to say to him, but you had to come up with something. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea..” you let your eyes fall to the floor, avoiding his gaze. 

Itachi knew you would say something like that. You were still the same girl he met all that time ago. He then pulled out his phone, making you raise an eyebrow. You were confused at what he was doing with it, but it didn’t take very long for you to realize what his motive was. “Here.. take my phone number. If you want to.. we should have that date, but if not, that’s okay too.” he handed you his cell phone which displayed his number across the top. “I really want this to work, (Y/N).”

Instead of arguing, you took out your own phone and snapped a photo of his number. He wore this soft smile when he saw that you saved it in your contacts. It was the same smile that you fell for all those months ago. It just hurt you that the grin you adored so much became the one you despised to see on a daily basis. 

“See you around..” 

Itachi then walked away from you, leaving you standing there completely stunned with what you had just done. You could feel your stomach churning with nervousness and anxiety. You wanted to keep the entire thing to yourself, because you really didn’t want anyone else to know about what happened. You knew damn well Konan would go for his throat, and you already had enough shit to deal with. 

However, you only felt one emotion.

Confliction.