#i cursed so much in my native language if i wasn't going to hell before I'm certainly going now

[readgi]

HOW IS IT THE ONLY NIGHT A DON'T READ JJK LEAKS I MISS–

[264 SPOILERS]

YUUJI FINALLY OPENING A FUCKING DOMAIN EXPANSION??!!! THE ONLY FUCKING NIGHT—

[lvlyghost]

I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH 😩❤️😍 the way you characterize ghost is so good I can't 😭❤️ I wanted to ask if you could maybe write something for me since your writing style is sooo good frfr

How about ghost and reader have an argument that was started by ghost and he goes a bit too far breaking the reader and making them cry and be just a shell of themselves how would he feel when he sees the readers state and how would he fix it with a happy end please

Broken Wings

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: After a night out, things seem to take a turn in your relationship with Ghost.

Word Count: 2.1k

Tw: angst, hurt/comfort, self doubt, jealousy, probably ooc!simon, curse words. lots of grammar mistakes, poorly edited you know the drill🐝

A/N: i loved this request sooo much, though i did have a lot of trouble when writing it since i wasn't feeling too inspired. also had two different stories but ended up deciding to post this one i might post the other one idk, hope you like this anon! I did try my best🫶🏻🤍🩷✨corrections are appreciated; remember english isn't my native language 🐸

Masterlist✨

"I like you." You said with big bright eyes.

"But no one can know about this. Just you and I. That's enough." He answered, hand tracing the side of your face.

You blink rapidly. You have always been daydreamer. It caused you tons of problems although you tried to do your best when you were out on missions. Ghost is walking ahead of you, boots sinking in the sand beneath your feet. The waves crashing on the shore is something you like listening to and seeing too but under different circumstances. Both of your gear clink with every step you take, it's the only sound as well as the sea that swallows the tense silence that falls between the two.

Things have been rather... strange since two days ago and you've tried to talk to him about it. It wasn't weird for Ghost to push you back every now and then, he was a complicated person and you couldn't be more different from one another.

You were the sun and he was the darkness that came at night or so he had said one night at the common room back at the compound. He was stoic, grumpy and hardly found himself enjoying somebody's company. You on the other hand, even though you wouldn't consider yourself the most outgoing person like Johnny, still you liked talking unlike him. You loved going out with the task force. And most importantly you loved when Ghost joined because you loved him, you loved having him around, despite his gruff responses or annoyed looks.

You jog though your legs shake and tiredness sets in your body.

"How much farther until we get there?" You ask, ignoring the fact that his frame goes rigid when you speak . He doesn't acknowledge you at first. All you hear is a small sigh leaving his lips. You kind of wish he wasn't wearing the damn sunglasses so you could see his eyes.

They always said a lot.

"Thirty minutes. Give or take." The answer is short and cold, breaking your heart a little more than before. Still, you decide to try again.

"Sir, is something bothering you?" Before he can stop it he scoffs, shaking his head. "What?" Brows furrowing on your features. "Simon..."

He stops all of the sudden, turning to face you with a tense stance.

"First of all don't bloody use my name out here. Secondly it's your own fault we've been walking for hours. So don't go asking if something's bothering me, Sergeant."

Taking a step back you open your mouth.

"My fault? I was doing my job!"

"Didn't know your job was to get your fucking head blown off!!" He seethes. "Fucking hell you can't be this reckless and expect me to clap at your poor acting on the field." Your heart begins to race, he had never said such things to you. Taking a small step back your grit your teeth, you hated that his words were making your eyes blurry. This was the Simon you never wanted to see. And yet there he was. "Now we lost the damn intel thanks to you." He spits. But something isn't adding up.

"It's not just that. You've been acting strange for a few days now, Ghost. Don't come and tell me it's just because I did what I was supposed to do!" He stiffs yet again. Jaw clenching so hard you fear he might break it. "Not missing the way you avoid me ever since..." you close your mouth shut. "The pub..." he shifts his weight from one foot to another. The waves are increasing and now reach your feet, dampening your boots. And then you remember him storming off the local pub before he even finished his own drink. Everyone had heard the hard slap to John's arm when he had tried to calm him down. God why didn't you pay more attention to that moment? Because you both had agreed to keep your distances? And going after him was out of discussion? Then the next day you'd barely seen him, just for a short moment during debriefs and that was it. The moment you had gotten up from your seat he was gone. And today you were supposed to go to a special op that had soon become a problem that eventually led to the two of you in the middle of a beach, it was a cloudy day and if it weren't for the heavy layers you wore you're certain you'd be shaking. Sometimes –and you were ashamed of it– you were oblivious to many things and it seemed that Ghost's anger toward you was one of them this time. "What happened?"

He inhales deeply.

"It's over. That's what happened."

Your heart sinks and you swallow hard. Your whole body loses color when he mutters those two words. Out of all the things, all the possibilities you thought he'd say to you, he decided to end everything. Shaking your head you try to touch his hand but he doesn't let you.

"Ghost where is all of this coming from I don't understand!" You choke out. "We were fine..."

"No. You were fine. If I wasn't enough you should've just said so."

"Stop... you... what the hell are you talking about???"

"Nothing that matters anymore. Keep walking and don't say another word. That's an order."

He turns and keeps walking as if nothing just happened. As if he didn't just completely broke your heart.

'You were fine'.

What was that supposed to mean? You think, walking a few meters behind him, scared to even say anything else; to even try to grab him by the arm and force him to talk. It would only make things worse right now.

By the time you reach the safe house it's started to rain the silence between the two is deafening and tense. Ghost's cold demeanor and hurtful words have left a scar. Never in a million years would you think you'd be here, with a broken, shattered heart and no explanation from his part.

Words that pierced through your soul.

That day something died inside you. And he was the reason.

-

Two weeks, three days and seven hours.

That's the time that's passed since that day at the beach. Two weeks since Simon broke you and gave you no reasons.

You're a disaster.

You barely eat or get any sleep. There's dark circles under your eyes and you're sure you've lost some weight too. Ghost has been gone on a mission alone with Johnny for a week now, which left you with a lot of spare time to think about the two of you.

More tears stream down your face when you remember that day. Had you missed something important? Was Ghost's mind somewhere dark? Somewhere it shouldn't be? God knows he was... difficult to say the least. But every single time you tried, tried to be there for him. Did those late nights at your home meant nothing? Had he not seen the way you looked at him? Had you not shown him enough of your affection? Everything you'd do for him if he simply asked?

Getting up from your bed you get ready for another day. Not bothering to lace your boots just shoving them inside your shoes you walk down the hallways until you get to the training room. Gaz is talking to John in the far corner, the Captain's arms are crossed over his chest while Kyle frowns and shakes his head. You don't to even go and salute them as you normally would do, instead you put your earphones on and hit the treadmill.

It doesn't last long though; after one minute someone stops it by pressing down the off button. Your brows knitted together as you stop, turning to look up at Gaz who smiles politely.

"Sorry for that, sweetheart. You okay?" You nod, but say nothing more. "Come here." He pats your shoulder and helps you down from the treadmill. If you could smile now you would. But no even the faintest, softest grin leaves your lips. Gaz takes a quick glimpse at your face and rubs the back of his neck. "You know, Soap and Ghost just got back. Heard Lt. was asking about you."

"Oh." You murmur. "Okay." You don't move nor dare to meet his eyes. "I'll just head back to my room."

"Uhmm. I- what I meant is he's looking for you..." Shaking your head you walk away, not having the energy to face Simon right now. And why did he need to see you? Made pretty clear that you two were done, therefore was no need to see each other unless it was work related.

-

"You really do like it here don't you." Your body goes rigid. This was supposed to be your safe place. The roof of the armory was rarely visited by anyone at this hour. Simon's voice seems softer than ever before but you don't answer. Not even turn to acknowledge him. You hear muttered words and then he crouches down to your level. "Price said you're not eating. Do we have to send you to the military counselor now?" How dare he? After all he caused this. You know he doesn't mean it in bad way, somehow he cares for you deep down. Your hands ball into fists, fighting the urge to snap at him, to push him down and just break him the way he broke you. But you don't because you still love him, and could never bring yourself to hurt him. Simon is staring intently at you, waiting, hoping for any sign. He knows he shouldn't be here. Bloody hell he knows you shouldn't even look his way never again. He deserves it. Every bit of it. "Talk to me, love. Please." It's a low whisper. A plea.

"What do you want Ghost?" You ask softly. Simon leans closer, sitting down with his legs propped up against his chest and arms resting on his knees. It's a funny look for someone his size.

"Jus' wanted to see you." You scoff playing with your hands, refusing to lock eyes with him because if you did you'd be done. "Wanted to explain..."

"Then just do it!" You sob. Your lower lip trembles. "And then leave."

"Fine." He agrees. "But I'm not leaving. I- I made a mistake, and took it out on you okay? I was scared."

"Scared?" Your head snaps to where he is sitting. It's painful just to look at him. "Why would you be scared Ghost?" You retaliate

He grumbles, never fancied when you called him that when you were alone. Quite the contradiction given the fact that he told you not to call him his name that day at the beach.

"Because I saw you." He points out. "That night. Everything you're missing for being with someone like me. Can't even show proper affection because it's not me... and you deserve more than that. More than me."

"Ghost..."

"No. Lemme finish, love." He swallows. It's always amusing how controlled he seems. "I lost it, yeah? You looked so happy. How on earth do I deserve you, on what universe do I deserve ya'?"

Sucking in a sharp breath you recall the moments that preceded the events. The sound of music blasting through the speakers, when you joined the rest of the soldiers on the other side of the pub. Private Miller had slung his arm over your shoulders in a friendly manner. You laughed and drank too much that night, it was joyful. Everyone was there, your team. You never thought he felt that way about it.

"Oh my... Simon." You cover your mouth and cry silently. He hesitated for a moment before pulling you close and into his lap. "Should've known something was wrong. Forgive me... I should've stayed with you, follow you after you left." You cry out.

You were scared too, for very different reasons. That he'd get tired of you eventually, that if you weren't cautious enough your secret would be known. Both would get suspended thus separated and discharged.

"No, love. You shouldn't have to go running after me. I should be running after you. Now forgive me, say you will. Or else I might just lose myself for good." You cradle his face in your hands lifting the balaclava just above the bridge of his nose. Thumb tracing his lower lip. Your tears have dried.

"I've missed you so much, Simon. All you gotta do is talk to me, always." He tightens his grip around you. "You think Price would let us go home tonight and not ask questions?"

His chuckle is short and soft.

"Yeah. I think he's known for a while now."

[beelmons]

Spencer x Mexican!Girlfriend (this is very nieche and self-indulgent, pay no mind to it!)

Many things had you accomplished since you started dating Spencer Reid, culturally speaking. Number one, he had become addicted to pozole. Number two, every once in a while he'd take you salsa dancing (yes, he absolutely sucked at it). Number three, he now knew Cancun was not the only interesting tourist place.

The one thing you hadn't been able to convince him of doing, though, was learning spanish. You hadn't brought him to your parents, his job hadn't expected it from him either, since you knew his friend spoke it pretty fluently, and overall he had limited time. Of course, he picked up on some words here and there. He dropped occasional 'te amo's, and knew every curse word you had let out that time you hit your toe against the foot of the couch.

Every once in a while he would call you 'amor', his sole nickname for you in your native language. You on the other hand, and honoring a long tradition from your culture, would change your term for him just about every week. He dressed up in a tux? That week he was 'guapo'. His hair had been specially messy? 'mi greñudo'. Put on some weight? 'Gordito' it was.

Even if he didn't understand, he knew they always came from a place of love, the utter adoration in your eyes giving you away every time you called him something new.

"Hey! What are you doing here?!" he exclaimed excitedly once he saw you enter the bullpen with a rectangular glass container on your hands, still covered with a colorful cloth. He made sure to take it from you carefully, you muttering 'it's hot' under your breath to tell him to be cautious. Once it was out of the way, he hugged you close and landed a kiss on your cheek, a gesture you gladly returned.

"Thought I would drop some lunch for you guys." the rest of the team had gathered around to say hello as well. Having dated him for two years everyone was already familiar with you, and you had had the honor to attend Rossi's parties more than once.

"Oh, hell yeah!" Morgan exclaimed, taking a look under the fabric that was protecting the heat from leaving. Prentiss leaned as well, curious as what was smelling so good.

"Enchiladas suizas?" she asked with excitement.

"Fresh from the oven." you bragged a little bit. "Had the day off and I was bored out of my mind, figured I could feed a couple hardworking FBI agents."

Morgan had grabbed a random fork from JJ's desk to dig in, and he was already munching down on the chicken-based dish. "Dear god." he exclaimed with a pleased face. After he swallowed, he turned to you and pointed with the fork "sweetheart, if in one year this man has not given you a ring, you hit me up, okay? I would marry you solely to have these every night."

Spencer chuckled a little, yet his arm wrapped around your shoulders with a slight hint of possessiveness. "It's in the works, Morgan, so get your own mexican." he smiled at you with certain shyness in his eyes. "Thank you so much. You should have called, I would have escorted you up."

"Oh no, I know you guys are swamped in work, I actually have an appointment I have to get to, just came to drop this off." you clarified, pulling away from his body. "JJ, you make sure Morgan and Prentiss don't eat this whole, and that Hotch and Rossi get at least some, got it?"

She nodded in agreement and reached to snatch Derek's fork away, to which he complained with a grumble. The people around you broke into a small laugh. Spencer turned to you once again to speak "No new case yet, so I'll probably be home around 5." he told you.

"Okay, I'll make us some dinner." you answered, then you kissed the tips of two of your fingers and pressed them against spencer's exposed forehead as a goodbye kiss. "I'll get going, love you, frentón" you smiled yet again before disappearing back through the doors you had come in.

The second you were gone, Emily wasn't able to contain her laughter any longer, and the sound echoed throughout the entire office. The odd expression startled Spencer, and he looked back at her perplexed. "What's so funny?" the young doctor inquired

"I just think her calling you frentón is adorable." she told him.

"Why? What does it mean?" his brows furrowed as he asked.

"I-" Emily stumbled with her words "person with a really big forehead" she said with a bit of embarrassment, since she had genuinely thought he knew.

"What? My forehead isn't even that big!" he yelled, mostly towards himself. He then started to recall some other nicknames you had given him, and the curiousity that was always present let itself free "Hold on, so then what does 'gordito' mean?"

"Fatty." she clarified "But it's a term of endearment in Mexico!" she tried to reassure him.

"And what about 'pitudo'?" he asked yet again and watched as Emily made a disgusted grimace.

"That one you'll have to find out yourself, Reid." she used the oppotunity to drif away from the scene.

Everyone else just giggled and stared at the exchange, and how his mouth was dropped open in utter surprise, brows furrowed as the gears of his mind turned over every term you had used for him. After a couple of seconds he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Come on, Spence, don't call her to fight, I'm sure it's all in good faith." JJ mentioned as she observed her friend's movements.

"Not what I'm doing." he said as he waited for someone on the other side to pick up. Once the call connected, his attention drifted back to the phone. "Yes, MLK Memorial Library? Hi, my name is Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI. I would like to check out every book you have on learning spanish. Yes, it's urgent."

[hummingbird-of-light]

June of Doom 2024 Day 5 (@juneofdoom)

5. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”                

| Bite | Swelling | Disfiguration |

~

When he heard a noise coming from the direction of a nearby tree, Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy quickly wheeled around. His fingers gripped the phaser in his hand a little tighter and he carefully approached the large purple trunk.

The planet the Enterprise crew was exploring was truly a beautiful, unique place, but McCoy still cursed inwardly.

Damn it! How he hated away missions! It was always the same crap! Dangers lurked around every corner and of course he was bound to come across something. It was always him!

The doctor took another deep breath, body tense and on alert, before stepping around the tree with his phaser raised to face whatever was chasing and watching him.

He was astonished when his eyes fell on what – or rather who – was hiding behind the tree.

It apparently was a local woman. Unless the doctor was completely mistaken, its size and other features indicated that it was a young woman. The female creature with the dark blue skin stared at the human with wide gray eyes. She looked frightened. Her long, purple hair, which almost reached the ground, looked disheveled and the girl dug the sharp claws of her six fingers into the bark of the tree. She dared not move.

For a moment, both beings just stared at each other, but eventually McCoy realized that he was still pointing a weapon at the young woman. He quickly lowered it and used his free hand to raise it carefully.

"H-hey, don't be afraid. I don't want to hurt you."

The girl tilted her head to the side, fear still in her gaze. She didn't seem to understand McCoy.

How could she? She didn't have a translator and since the doctor's translator didn't know any of the girl's words yet, the device couldn't analyze and translate the language.

McCoy wanted to curse. The scan of the planet had not detected any humanoid life forms in this area! So why was this girl suddenly here? Those stupid systems had to be broken!

"My name is Leonard. Leonard McCoy," he began to explain carefully, pointing to himself with his hand.

His counterpart slowly let go of the tree, to which she was clinging convulsively, and carefully stretched out her fingers towards McCoy.

The doctor took a step back, not sure if he wanted to be touched by the native. He scrutinized her from head to toe and his eyes widened when he discovered that there was a large gaping hole in her stomach.

"Bloody hell! What's happened to you?"

McCoy looked around in panic. Had the young woman been attacked? Was the attacker still nearby? Without giving it much thought, he grabbed her arm protectively.

The girl slowly lowered her gaze and saw what the human meant. A smile formed on her lips and she shook her head slowly.

"It's not as bad as it looks."

McCoy frowned. How did the local suddenly know his language? Did she have a translator after all? But... she wasn't wearing anything except a purple robe.

"Not that bad?! You have a hole in your stomach!"

But the girl just kept smiling and took a step closer to the doctor. She slowly leaned forward before she whispered something into his ear that made his blood freeze.

"But you'll fill it."

It took a moment for the meaning of the words to reach McCoy's mind. He wanted to start moving, to run away or fire his phaser, but too late he realized that roots had wrapped themselves around his arms and legs.

He pulled at the plant-like bonds, but it didn't help.

Shocked, he watched as the girl's form changed and seemed to get bigger and bigger. She turned into a huge monster of a plant.

Long dark blue filaments with tiny teeth shot out and dug through McCoy's skin directly into his flesh. The monstrous plant was biting into him!

The doctor screamed in pain as the creature slowly began to suck the blood and other fluids out of him. Milliliter by milliliter, his body emptied and he became weaker by the second, literally drying out.

And in his last moments, McCoy realized just how unique this planet really was.

Plants that could adapt to the crude form of their unsuspecting victims and then suck them dry like parasites. Plants that could copy a language through mere contact. It was simply unbelievable.

But Leonard McCoy would never be able to tell anyone what he had found out on the planet. He could only hope that this was not the end of the Enterprise and its unsuspecting crew.

[wanderessblue]

The Slytherin Party

Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt

Part 1 - Ominis

Tags: aged up characters (18+), fluff, first kiss, awkward moments (?), drunkennes, best friends to lovers

AN: English is not my native language and I never wrote anything before so please have mercy on me :)

For the entire course of his life, Ominis had preferred quiet and uncrowded places because they gave him calm and serenity. Being born blind had led him to sharpen his hearing and therefore chaotic places made him uncomfortable.

That evening a party was going to be held in the Slytherin common room following their victory after the Quidditch match against the Hufflepuffs. Everyone seemed super fascinated by the idea, everyone except Ominis. But Sebastian could be really persistent when needed and had managed, after several attempts, to convince Ominis to participate.

Ominis and Sebastian had been best friends for more than five years and there wasn't a moment they didn't spend together, except when Sebastian was obsessed with some stupid research and, on those occasions, he spent hours upon hours in the library studying. Ominis would have preferred anything over studying, but deep down he was happy to have someone who could help him with his homework.

That evening after dinner Ominis headed towards the dormitory to prepare himself, thinking he would be accompanied by Sebastian, who had instead muttered "see you at the party, I need to talk to Weasley". Ominis hadn't asked too many questions even though his friend's revelation had seemed rather strange to him. What was he supposed to ask Weasley? Surely something about a task, but what was the point of worrying about a stupid task on the night the Slytherins had organized a party? Even so, he hadn't given it too much thought; he knew him and he knew there was always something on his mind.

When Ominis entered the common room about an hour later, he mentally cursed himself for having been persuaded. The music was far too loud for his liking and the students, who had taken part in the party, were doing nothing but shouting to converse with each other.

He let his wand wander off in search of Sebastian, whom he found shortly afterwards talking about Quidditch with Imelda Reyes. His friend, despite being part of the team, had not played in the last game because he was in detention after several attempts of sneaking into the restricted section of the library. Madame Kogawa had been very angry with Mr. Black because she knew Sebastian was one of the best players on the team, but she bit her tongue to avoid retorting. She knew Black and she also knew that if she had insisted too much he would have suspended the whole game, that man could be quite obnoxious at times.

"Gaunt. You finally came," Imelda greeted him with a little smile.

"Bet he can't stay an evening away from me" Sebastian laughed as he lifted an arm and put it around his friend's neck, shifting his weight on him.

"Oh shut up! You would have cried if I hadn't come" Ominis replied sighing. Lately he had noticed a strange behaviour in his best friend. Almost as if he was flirting with him. Sometimes he had even caught him staring, and although it made him uncomfortable, it also gave him inexplicable pleasure. He liked getting more attention after all, but he wasn't used to it and what the hell did he know about it anyway? He certainly could not be said to have had much experience in that field. But Sebastian was good at telling the details of his relationships and sometimes Ominis even felt like he was there with him because of his super-detailed descriptions of the intimate moments he spent with some girl. Of course Sebastian had never had much experience either, but he certainly knew more than Ominis.

Ominis was surprised when he realised that an hour had already passed since the party had started and he was strangely enjoying himself. He had talked to a few people and even danced to the beat of the music. Of course the party would have been much more fun if their professors had given them permission to drink alcohol. But no one had complained too much because it was good enough that they had managed to organise the evening.

Ominis felt his arm tugged and felt the grip tighten around his biceps. When he turned around he recognised MC's voice asking him to dance together, whereupon he smiled and held out his hand. MC, Ominis and Sebastian had bonded from the moment she had started to attend Hogwarts the previous year. She had become almost like a sister to the two of them, although sometimes Ominis was convinced that there was something more between her and Sebastian. When he had had the chance, he had tried to ask him about it, but Sebastian had always denied everything.

After a few minutes MC spoke: "I thought this evening would be more boring. Instead it's not so bad. I can say I'm almost enjoying myself." After a short pause she continued with "do you happen to know where Sebastian is? I was looking for him earlier, but I can't see him anywhere."

"He must be somewhere with someone" replied the boy without thinking too much. It was quite usual for Sebastian to disappear with some girl to do who knows what. MC had once sworn that she had even seen him with a boy, although in the end Sebastian had denied everything.

"Mmmh, I saw him leaving alone about thirty minutes ago and then he hasn't came back yet."

Ominis narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows as he continued dancing with MC for a few more minutes. When MC pulled away from Ominis and blew him a kiss on the cheek, as her usual way to greet him, he decided to leave the hall to get some air and give his poor eardrums a rest. Some students must have had the same idea as he did, as the corridors leading to the entrance of the common room were also quite crowded. He therefore decided to move a little further away and headed towards the nearest exit.

Once outside, he sat down with his back against the castle wall and stopped to listen to the stillness that reigned that evening. All he could hear was the sound of the wind rustling against the trees. He knew he could not be outside the castle at that time of the night, but he also knew that no one would notice he was missing or come looking for him.

When after five minutes he decided to get up to go back inside, he heard a voice muttering incomprehensible words a little further away from him. He therefore decided to get closer and recognised the voice as Sebastian muttering something about... constellations?

"Seb, is that you?" He asked timidly.

"Ominisss, I was looking for youuu" he replied euphorically dragging the end of the last word.

"Who were you talking to? Are you alone or is there someone with you? And in what way were you looking for me?" The blond guy approached.

"Woahh, so many questions... Wait I'll get up" There was something strange in the way his voice sounded. It was like he was... drunk?

"Are you alright? What are you doing?" Ominis asked curiously.

"I'm trying to get up, isn't it obvious? Can't you see?"

"Not really. Wait I'll give you a hand. What did you drink anyway? How can you be drunk at a party without alcohol?" He asked after helping him up. Sebastian had almost completely abandoned his weight on his friend's body, clearly unable to support himself.

"I'm not drunk. You are!" He replied, pointing a finger at his friend's chest.

"Okay... Maybe I should walk you inside."

"NO! Wait. Wait." Sebastian screamed taking Ominis' face in his hands and bringing his face closer to his own. Ominis felt his friend's breath on his face and swallowed embarrassed. Then he continued "You're really beautiful Ominis, you know that? Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Seb, what are you doing?" He asked clearly uncomfortable. Their faces were extremely close and Ominis began to feel his hands sweat.

"I mean, I've dated a few people but I've never seen anyone as pretty as you. That's quite a gift, you know? You are so handsome I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?" The words came out in bursts and it was hard to keep up with them, partly because many came out incomplete.

"Sebastian stop it, get your hands off my face. Tell me what did you took that made you this high?".

"I don't know, ask Weasley. Can we kiss now?"

"Weasley? What does Weasley have to do with this?"

"I'll tell you only if you promise me we'll kiss after it."

"Sebastian you clearly don't know what you're saying. We'd better go back inside."

"NO. If you don't kiss me I'm going to scream." After he said this, he began to scream very loudly. Ominis opened his eyes wide and put a hand over his friend's mouth in order to shut him up.

"Are you crazy or what?" He asked alarmed. If any of the prefects had heard them, they would be in a lot of trouble.

"You know the saying, forearmed is forewarned."

"It's forewarned is forearmed. Anyway, we'd better go before someone sees us."

Ominis tried to wriggle out of his friend's grasp, but Sebastian was quicker and pulled him closer, pressing his lips to his own in a quick kiss. Ominis pulled away immediately amazed by his friend's action and brought his fingers to his mouth as if to ascertain that what had just happened was real. Sebastian moved even closer to his friend again, but this time he placed his lips in a more delicate way, moving them gently. That kiss was longer than the previous one and even though it did not involve the tongue, it was enough to generate a shiver that ran through Ominis' entire body. When the blond boy detached himself from his friend's grasp he remained silent for a few seconds and Sebastian did not miss the opportunity to comment with "that was great, just like you are. I mean, can you hear my heart? It is beating so fast, I might have a heart attack."

"Sebastian please, we'd better go back in. You don't know what you are doing or saying right now" insisted Ominis still shocked by what had happened. He could feel his heart jumping as well, but he would have never admit it.

"I know why you want to go back in Ominis. I didn't take you for a guy who have sex on a first date."

"For Merlin' beard Sebastian! What are you talking about? Sex? I have no intention of having sex. I just want to come back in and take you to bed because you're clearly not yourself."

"Take me to bed! That's what I said! I've always wanted to try sex with a man and doing it with you has been my lifelong erotic dream." The situation was becoming awkward for Ominis, even though there was something inside him that almost turned him on. It was hard to admit it, but he was curious to know how the evening would end.

"Oh my God, can it get any worse than this?" Ominis complained aloud.

"You mean better than this. If that's what you want though, that's fine. Let's sleep together!"

"Whatever you want as long as you move and head towards the dormitory" Ominis sighed exhaustedly taking Sebastian under his arm.

On their way towards the dorms, they heard a voice shouted behind them: "Ominis! Sebastian! There you are, I've been looking for you. Where were you?"

"MC!!!" Shouted Sebastian full of joy when he saw her and jumped on her, making her stagger. He wasn't exactly a featherweight after all.

"Seb, hi!" Replied the girl a little perplexed. "What are you guys doing? Are you already going to sleep?"

"Let's just say it's not a good day. Sebastian is a bit drunk and tedious at the moment" Ominis replied, throwing a fiery glance towards his friend who was standing there with a smile on his face as he stared at MC.

"What?! You weren't complaining when i kissed you before!" he shouted making Omins blushing from head to toe.

"What do you mean drunk? There's alcohol at the party and I'm just finding out now?" MC asked.

"That's the fun part. I have no idea what he drank to get like that. He muttered something about Weasley earlier, but I don't know what he meant."

"Oh no. Tell me he didn't drink Garreth's potion" MC asked worriedly.

"Garreth's what?" Asked the blond boy in a puzzled way.

"Exactly!!! That's what I drank Ominis!" Shouted Sebastian elatedly.

The two turned in their friend's direction and then sighed in unison, before MC continued by saying "come on Ominis I'll give you a hand getting him to bed".

"MC and Ominis together in my bed tonight! This evening couldn't get any better."

On the way to their room, MC explained to Ominis that Garreth had been working lately on a distillate that gave the same effect as a hangover. He had bought the recipe from J. Pippin's Potions a few months earlier, but Weasley had allowed himself to make some modifications to enhance its effects.

When they arrived in the room that the two boys shared, Sebastian began to hastily undress until he was completely naked in front of Ominis and MC who let out a scream and covered her eyes.

"Don't tell me he took all of his clothes off" Ominis asked now exhausted by the situation.

"That's right. Sebastian, darling, would you kindly at least put your underwear back on? You need to rest now. I'll go get you some water" MC left the room with one hand still over her eyes. Ominis meanwhile was trying to keep his composure and walked over to his friend's bed to convince him to get dressed.

"I thought we were all going to make love together" Sebastian said grimly.

"Okay. I'm going to tell you one more time. No one is going to have sex tonight. Now you get dressed and go to sleep." Ominis replied after a long sigh.

Sebastian furrowed his brow and stuck out his lower lip. He put his underwear back on and: "Alright. But I'll only go to sleep if you promise me we'll have lots of sex tomorrow."

Ominis sighed even louder and before he could reply, MC entered the room again with a glass of water which she placed in Sebastian's hands. She then asked Ominis if he needed anything else and at his friend's negative answer, she greeted them both with a kiss on their forehead and disappeared towards the party that would have been over in a few moments.

"So? Do you promise?" He asked impatiently.

"Alright Sebastian, we'll have lots of sex tomorrow," he replied exhausted.

Sebastian smiled smugly at the answer and added "however I only wanted to make love with you Ominis. Not with MC. But only with you." With that he slipped under the covers and murmured a "Goodnight Omi" before falling into a deep sleep.

Ominis did not sleep much that night. His mind was still fixed on the moment when Sebastian had kissed him. It had been both a strange and a pleasant feeling. Although he found it hard to admit it. He had always been convinced that he was attracted to girls, but when his friend had pressed his lips to his own the second time he could swear he had felt his heart quicken. It wasn't a feeling he was used to and he couldn't give it a name, but he couldn't stop thinking about what it would have been like to kiss him a third, fourth or fifth time. That experience had left him with some doubts and even a little of sadness at the thought that if his friend had not drunk that potion, it probably would never have happened. Did that mean that Sebastian wasn't really interested in him? That he would have kissed whoever was standing in front of him at that moment?

There were too many questions in his mind and he felt helpless because he knew he would have probably never received an answer. The next day Sebastian would have woken up and remembered nothing, or worse, he would have pretended nothing had happened. Ominis could not stand it, he needed to know, he needed to know what Sebastian thought about him.

That night Ominis did not sleep at all.

Part 2 - Sebastian

[kkokopi]

Hellooo, I hope you are okay 😊, i just read the "their crush catches them staring" and I loved so much.

May I request a (y/n) who is from another country and when she gets mad (not necessarily with them but it could be) she stars cursing and talking in another language? And them they just be like "wtf are you talking?"

I really like to see a Brazilian (y/n) with Shinichiro, Mikey and Chifuyu but you can change if you want, I really don't mind :)

Ps: I didn't find your rules so I hope me request is okay

Aaaa I really love the idea of this! I feel like the boys would get all shocked pikachu faces and look at y/n like she grew another head 😭😭 As a bilinggual I often find myself code switching to a different language especially in expressions and sounds of frustration or when my grandparents would tell me to repeat what I say in my native language because they say english is wayy too fast (I'm filo btw)

Hearing their s/o speak in their native language

includes: shinichiro, mikey, chifuyu

warnings: swearing

wordcount: 2115

NOTE: so this is the first time i'm ever doing sumthing that involves another language and I did a little research on the words I've decided to put but please feel free to correct me if I used some of the words in the wrong context or if the translation i've put on the word is wrong

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write this hope yall enjoy!

shinichiro

As a boyfriend he prolly already knows that you can speak a different language

but

that doesn't stop him from blinking back and getting surprised whenever he hears you though

cue the core memory he had when he heard you speaking to your grandma over the phone one time

it was all normal until it wasnt

from the start of the conversation on the phone, you had your grandma on speaker and he understood every bit of what yall were saying

at first, he thought he started disassociating when he thought he heard you start speaking gibberish

has a confused face and blinks back like 🙂

"i just understood what they were talking about a second ago and now 🙃🙃"

literally doesn't know what to do whenever you speak a different language like does he say anything or do you need a hug or a pat

so he just awkwardly stands there in hopes you'd explain whst just happened

It was one of those days where you were bombarded with hell works from uni. Having already pulled 3 all-nighters this week and still a massive pile of essays needed to be done and god let's not get started on your thesis paper. The only thing that had you fueled right now was the two bobas you had earlier and now an iced latte.

So much for the last month of your senior year

With squinted eyes you could see the clock read 11:09

Not knowing shinichiro had been behind you, who had been sitting by your shared kitchens table, watching for what felt like 10 minutes still somewhat drowsy having just woken up because he noticed you weren't in bed with him yet.

Uni really did take most of your time and he always did applaud you for being quite the model student but at the price of your health he wasn't just going to stand back while you overworked yourself to death

"I wonder if tonight's gonna be another all-nighter" you say aloud before opening up your laptop to start on those hellish essays.

'How many needed to be done again' you think as you count the ones that were nearly due on your laptop's sticky notes

(A/n: do people still use sticky notes as a reminders tab for hw or is it just me huhuhu)

one...

two...

three...

An unamused chuckle left your lips then had your tongue kiss against your front teeth, "damn this is really gonna be the death of me" you mutter as you checking over the requirements needed for the first paper you chose to start on

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Literary Critique on a Historical Account

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Running a hand through your hair," Foda-se essa merda" (fuck this shit) you say before you started drafting out what you want to put on your essay

Shinichiro who still stood behind you, who usually had no clue what you were saying whenever you spoke brazilian but this sure as hell gave "screw this" vibes

Letting out a chuckle he brings both his hands to your tense shoulders and kneads at them before kissing the top of your head, "it's cute when your mad and speak in your native language" he feels you squirm and whine in response to that sending him a small glare before looking back at your screen

"We'll do just that one essay tonight and let's get you to bed, the others aren't due for a couple more days anyway" he adds as he grabs a chair to sit next to you

bonus:

"So what'd ya say earlier?" shinichiro yawns sleepily his head down and cheeks squished by the kitchen table

"Fuck this shit"

"Figured," he laughs, "Damn my portugese really do be on point these days"

mikey

for mikey you're pretty sure you told him but he ends up forgetting so the first time he heard you swear in a dif language (which he doesnt know is a swear ) he was shookt

like eyes wide looking like a shocked pikachu

at first he starts to think he just didn't hear you properly or he wasn't paying attention or that you just mispronounced a word but then it happens again and again

thinks its sum sercret code you aren't telling him and he gets pouty over that

you tell him its cause you have a habit of code switching into languages when ur in a mood

feels betrayed you never told him but you remind him that yes you did tell him and he mustve forgot

asks you to teach him basic greetings and sum swearing

thinks some words are cute and fun to say so he uses them a lot and brags he knows how to speak in brazilian portugese

he goes "oh this?" "it's portugese, ya my s/o taught me" "cool right?"

Today was a saturday and you and mikey normally spend them alternating from each of your houses to chill and hangout but what turned into you two just hanging out chilling turned into a family reunion he wasn't expecting.

It started with a phone call from your mother, who had went on a trip abroad to visit your auntie and her other siblings since she and her family had grew up in Brazil and mikey only just found out about that fact a few moments he had learned you could speak the said language.

"Mama!" you beamed just as you picked up the call, mikey by the back goes oh and shouts, "Auntie (M/n)! Tell her I said hi!"

"Mikey says hi," you tell your mom who you put on speaker and says hello back. A ruckus could be heard on the background and a voice asking "quem e mikey?" (who's mikey) only for your mother to respond "o namorado da minha filha" (my daughter's boyfriend) to which sounds of gasps and excitement and some hushed whispers could be heard from the other line

You laugh, "was that Auntie?" the response only met with the person in question

"(Y/n) hello〜" you hear the voice of your aunt chime to which you do the same before loudly greeting, "Tia!" (Auntie)

Exchanges were made and Mikey hears you hum in response before saying, "Tudo bem," (everything's great) before glancing back at him with a smile to which he smiles back patiently waiting on you like a puppy and then you add, "E voce" (what about you?)

From there the conversation had stretched on from there and Mikey could feel himself disassociating with every foreign word as he looks around confused, he pouted cause all he wanted was a saturday to spend time with his s/o but then again he thinks when the last tike you had even talk to your aunt was that mustve been long too so he forces himself to patiently wait since he knew family really is priority

and seeing you so happy, carefree and speaking so naturally despite it a language that was foreign to him had him smiling, he cant deny the way that your happiness brings him happiness too

Soon you had sat on the bed back with mikey who had laid his head on your lap rubbing his head on your belly

"Tchau tia" you say while running a hand through your boyfriend's hair

"Tchau my lovely niece ," she replies back but not a second later

"Mikey kun tchau tchau, sorry you had to wait long" she adds making you laugh and mikey to perk up from his place on your lap

"s-sem problemas" (no problem) he says looking at you if he's said it right to which you happily nodded

your aunt was amazed and complimented his skills and for being so smart which boosted his ego quite the bit (you swear your aunt exaggerates too much)

As soon as the call ended mikey snuggled back into you "can we hangout now?" mikey asks with a pout, "felt left out a while back now take responsibility" you laughed at that and mikey sat up to your confusion.

"So tchau tchau means bye right?" mikey asks with a serious face to which you respond with a hum

"thought it ws adeus hmmmmmm i like tchau tchau better," he says before going back to his position on your lap

bonus:

After mikey met up with draken for a little lunch discussion and both had to leave mikey saw his opportunity.

"ken-chin tchau tchau!" he waved before driving off

draken who stood with a confused face muttered the words, "tchau tchau? the hell is that?"

chifuyu

thinks its really cool you could speak brazilian portugese or like a different language in general

loves it but once again this boy is in the clueless squad with shinichiro whenever he does hear you speak it

boy really be lost sometimes

and no he's not talking bout those one-liner phrases but those full on rants you have in the language

the boy would have to rely on your facial expressions and actions to see if what you were going on about is a good or bad thing though sumtimes he can't really tell anymore

first time he heard you speak said language he was wundering if he had heard you right or if you even were talking to him

you were muttering on about something and he hadn't quite the clue so he was just intently watching you while you murmur to yourself

to be honest he'd be more curious and intrigued than shocked when he finally pieced that you infact were speaking in a different language

one of your bonding moments include word of the day where he'd ask you what random objects you guys had in your language and stressing over pronounciation and intonations

You were pacing around your room with your phone in hand muttering in portugese, that was the state chifuyu found you in when he unexpectedly came over to hangout which had been approximately 15 minutes ago.

To anyone else, it might've been a weird sight but having known you and your quirky habits he had grown accustomed to it.

Though the first time he did see you pacing around the room muttering in a foreign language he thought you were performing some sort of ritual though he knew well enough now that it was a worrying habit you had. That whenever you were uncertain of something or if you stressed yourself over something too much then a switch would flip inside of you, your brazilian switch, because you thought more rationally whenever you were more in a comfortable state, a state which feels at home to you

So knowing you were worried about something but not knowing what that something was about sent chifuyu at unease. So the last 15 minutes he had spent waiting in confusion waiting for you to spill the beans whenever you were ready

"Se voce fizer isso," (if you do this) you started, "voce vai se foder..." (you might fuck it up/ get yourself in trouble)

After letting out a whine you lay back flat on your bed with on of your arms covering your eyes

"calmed down yet?" chifuyu asks and you shake your head no

"can you tell me why you're worried this time?" he pries a little

"i did a stupid" he hears you say

"A stupid?" he tries to see if you would start spilling, honestly a little curious what "stupid" you did to make you go so fussy about

"eu nem sei" (i dont even know)

"hey hey I won't be able to understand if you start code switching now"

"dont laugh" you pouted before looking him straight in the eye as you sat up

"why would i laugh"

"because!" the event seemed to have rushed back into your head as you whined and buried yourself in your pillows out of embarrassment.

"c'mon now (y/n)" chifuyu says as he tugs on you but you only hugged into your pillows tighter.

"I sent in the wrong assignment," you say and chifuyu stops his tugging and runs a hand through his hair and leans back on your bed

"it's not that ba- "I accidentally sent in my Iwaoi fanfic instead and I can't unsend because its locked in!" you exclaimed burying your head a muffled, "now my teacher is gonna know I ship them! and-and aaaaaaaaaa" your scream muffled by the pillow, "I can't anymore aaaaaaaaaaaa this Ruim pra caralho" (fucking bad)

Chifuyu couldn't take it anymore and a laugh escaped his lips as he pat down on his distraught s/o who only whined at him more and swore in her native tongue at how he was laughing at her.

I'm really sorry for having this kinda rushed but to all my bilingual and multilinggual babies out there a question for you! What triggers you into code switching or what triggers you to speak in your native language? Enjoyed? Leave a tip :)

[loverholland]

sunrise. pp x reader

summary: y/n finally arrived back in new york after a year in cali. not only does she find that her little corner of the world is disappearing, but that he little crush just so happened to not have disappeared. word count: ~1,900 warnings: none that I can think of. a/n: i hope you like this. this has been in my drafts since 2019 i think.

✨☁️💭🪴🪐🧋🛼🎐

Y/N’s hand touched the railing of Peter’s balcony. It was a simple apartment, one that she would expect for him to have. It was a small, one bedroom and one bath apartment that sometimes had hot water and sometimes had mice, but nonetheless, Y/N loved it. It was the first time she had ever seen his apartment other than in FaceTime, which were far and few between. He had such a perfect view of Queen’s where the tree’s sang beautiful songs and the bird’s would join in with harmonies. It reminded her of those times when she would go to Aunt May’s apartment and sit on the fire escape. She missed the yellow chipped paint and the abundance of plants. It was small and minimal but it was home. Pictures would line the walls and almost every surface that she could fill - many of them were Peter and her or Peter and his parents, but when he began bringing home Ned and Y/N, the pictures became more inclusive of their friendship.

Y/N always brought a Kodak camera everywhere. Those pictures felt the most authentic. The most real, so those were the ones she gave Aunt May. Every Christmas, every birthday, were just months worth of pictures that she could put anywhere she imagined.

Everything felt so normal, but they weren’t. Of course, they weren’t. Washington Heights experienced a blackout, one that hadn’t hit for ages. Everything was going away from her in so little time. Nail Venom was moving, shops are closing down, people are leaving. Her humble abode is leaving and it was getting close to her parent’s closing up their ?? and leaving Washington Heights for good. Leaving what she knew for good.

“Y/N?” Peter yawned. She turned her head to look at him in all of his glory. He jue woke up but he looked so stunning in the rising rays and he looked like a Renaissance painting. His curls were much messier than they were last night and his beautiful chocolate brown eyes looked like the perfect coffee that she would get back at UCLA. He was shirtless and only wore a pair of gray sweatpants and my Gods he was made right out by the Gods themselves.

“I’m here.” She whispered before turning her head back to the world in front of her. Not wanting to give it up for just a moment longer. They had practiced some Spanish, drunkenly, she must add. He was good at it, not that she would ever tell him that. Never would she imagine giving him such a big head like that.

“Are you ready to try again?” Y/N asked, implying to the previous Spanish lesson. It was so early, but she felt so at peace. The corners of her lips rising a bit more when Peter answered:

“I think I’m ready.”

“Okay,” Y/N paused, turning to leverage herself on the railing, pushing back for a moment, a wide smile spreading across her face as she looked at Peter. “Let’s go.” There was a moment as she thought of what to say. Something that he knew? Give him something hard. A curse word? She would laugh if given the chance but then the idea of her home. En Washington Heights. Her esquina was slowly leaving this earth for good, only few being able to tell the story of Washington Heights.

“Esquina?”

“Corner.” Peter answered correctly, a short lived smile creeping towards the corners of his lips. He knew he was right.

“Tienda?”

“Store.”

“Bombilla?”

“Lightbulb!”

“Too easy” she thought to herself. She turned her head to look over the horizon. The world was wonderful with how the sky was painted orange and pinks. The moon was still out, it was beautiful. And not only that but this world had Peter, the most wonderful man she had ever been lucky to know. Well, shit. Maybe not wonderful.

Last night was a lot. The lights were brighter then than any light now. The screams of joy and laughing from everyone around her, we're nothing like her experience. A drunken Peter was angry that Y/N’s father didn’t accept their relationship. He was so angry and the way he threatened his internship at Stark Industries (not that papi would get anywhere). The world felt like it was ending and it kind of did. All of Washington Heights suddenly became dark, a forgotten and hidden place in the world. The once joyful noise turned into horror and fear, everything quickly declining. And then she was alone.

In the middle of chaos, she was alone.

But now, here she is on Peter’s fire escape. The beautiful and peaceful world going on around her. Sure, it was hot. But the world was so much better. The people were quiet and asleep while the sunshine danced along the buildings. Animal’s running the streets freely before everyone woke up. Everything was right.

“You’re sure?” Y/N questioned after a moment of reminiscing. She gave him a smile after biting her bottom lip for a moment. He was right and she knew it but she just wanted to see if he was confident in himself and his answers. He hadn’t taken Spanish since high school and he claimed that he forgot a majority of it, but she always questioned it but never pushed him to speak in her native language with her.

Peter paused and pushed himself off the brick wall, taking a step towards her. His eyes searched for a reason to stop, but he couldn’t find one. Hell, he wouldn’t be able to ever find one. “I’m sure.”

“Three out of three, you did alright.” Y/N pushed herself off the railing and took a step towards Peter, her head tilting back to look up at him. She couldn’t help but be infatuated with Peter. She had only been back for a few days and all of the past feelings came flowing back. She spent so long believing that she would never be good enough for Peter that she just hid the idea of ever being with him or him sharing the same feelings. Oh, how she was wrong.

“Well teach me a little more…” he trailed, his hand going to touch Y/N’s cheek. He didn’t immediately touch her however, he wanted some form of consent and when Y/N leaned her face to touch his hand, he took that as an ‘okay’ before brushing her cheek with his thumb.

“Calor?”

“Heat.”

“Anoche?” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“Last night.”

“Dolor.

“Pain?”

“That’s right.” She confirmed, eyebrows knitting together. She lifted her right hand and laid it on Peter’s chest, staring at it as the words left her lips like endless lullabies. Not taking any longer to think of what to say, she knew what needed to be said for both of them. “Llámame?”

“Call me.”

“Ámame”

“Love me.”

A breath escaped Y/N’s lips. They felt so close yet so far away from one another. Her eyes lifted away from being set on her hand on Peter’s chest to look at his beautiful, comforting eyes. “Perhaps I do-”

“Well, how do you say “kiss me”?”

“Besame.”

“And how do you say “hold me”?”

“Abrázame.” Y/N inevitably whispered, the words all making the flutter in her chest more intense. Her eyes were filled with so much joy yet so much anxiety at the same time. “Al amanezer. At sunrise.” [need to look up]

“Anything can help at sunrise.”

Y/N looked up at Peter’s eyes, she just wanted to kiss him right then and there. They held eye contact for a moment before her eyes dropped to his lips, leaning in a bit closer. She could feel how clammy her own hands were. She hated the feeling of it, but she knew this could dictate so much more especially considering her future. This action could change so much between them and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for it. But maybe she should just dive in head first. Her heart thumped against her chest, eyes closing for a moment as her lips parted, allowing air to escape and to his Peter’s lips.

“What will he say?” Peter pulled back, removing his hand from her cheek and dropping it down to his side, fiddling with the pocket that was hanging out of the sweats.

What a dramatic ass.

“Que dirá?”

“When he sees me around you?” He asked, eyebrows knitting together with concern. Y/N understood exactly how he felt. The fear of losing one another to her father. Losing this connection again. Y/N always believed that the time wasn’t right and that if it were destined to be, it would be.

“How do you say “Promise me?”” Peter asked, quieter than before. His forehead was pressed against hers, eyes closed as they took in the moment, hands briefly touching as a spark traced up their arms.

“Prometeme.”

“Promise me you’ll stay beyond the sunrise and that we won’t care what anyone has to say -”

“Beyond the sunrise.” Y/N cut off Peter. Their eyes met, searching for an invitation to kiss one another. The world seemed to stop at this moment. The trees' sweet songs slowed down as Peter leaned into the small space between he and Y/N. The birds stopped their harmonies and the cars stopped the melodies, it felt like the perfect interlude to any great story.

And then it just happened. Peters hand cupped her cheek like an angel cupping a baby for the first time. He softly guided her lips to his; it felt so soft and secure. His lips touched hers and in the moment she swore she was infinite. She was so alive and free in this moment. His lips melded with her like a beautiful piano melody being played. Everything that she could ever love and more was right here. Her heart pounded to the thought of him. To the action that was being played out.

Never in her wildest dream did she think she'd be kissing Peter Parker. During the sunrise. In Queens. She always thought that maybe one day, when they're older and they finally come to the conclusion, or maybe her accepting it more than she did before. She wasn't too sure how it would happen, but this was never the plan.

As quickly as it started, it ended. Peter pulled away, breathless

“Promise me you’ll stay.” Peter whispered against her lips as he pulled back. There was a moment of hesitation. Stay… how? With him? In New York? She wasn’t too sure what he meant, but those were the words she’s always wanted to speak to him. Just the act was something she thought about many times in high school. She had told herself that if she didn’t go to UCLA she would finally man up and tell Peter about her little crush and go to a school in NYC. But then she left.

“I’ll stay.” Y/N promised, her fingers interlinking with Peter’s. The pad of his thumb rubbing across the top of her hands. A promise that she would swear to fulfill. If not for her, then for him. She couldn’t imagine the world that he has around him but that world would be her’s. He would become her world in such a short amount of time.

Beyond the sunrise.

[pedropascalspain]

NEW RULES

NEW RULES

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Warnings: not very much, mentions of sex and some curse words.

Notes: This fanfic is completely inspired by Dua Lipa’s song New Rules. Also, english is not my native language, so please forgive me if it has some mistakes.

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You knew him for only a couple of months but you feel like you knew him from a long time. He had a way of making you feel special, feel loved, and you were falling in love with him, something that you regret every time you think about it.

You spend very special times with him and you felt like he cared, but rumors got it that maybe it was not this way at all. He had a reputation from being quite a ladies man and you thought it didn’t matter, that it will not affect you but at last it sank under your skin.

Being with him was special for a lot of reasons. It was the little things that made it special. You knew he didn’t want something serious, but you thought it was ok for you to be just a casual relationship. In fact it all began with just sex, let’s say it, but oh! the sex! He was amazing, among other things. He was also the most handsome man you ever saw, and that didn’t help because you felt like crazy. Every time you saw him you told yourself that it was just casual, that you were having a good time, but the reality was very different because you began feeling things and you began falling deeply for him but at the same time you suspected he wasn’t feeling the same.

You met him at the embassy where you were working as a secretary. That complicated things, because you were working at the same place, and people always talk. This time, it seemed too easy for other people to laugh about you, to sympathize about you and how easily you fell for Javier Peña. 

You were normally a shy and reserved person. At the embassy, you were very quiet but people confused it and now it seemed that you were so naïve. Everybody knew about Javier’s ladies man reputation, how he slept with all of the secretaries he could, and all of the confidents too, but you seemed not to care. And you felt angry with the people, because why can a man sleep with a woman like something casual, but a woman can’t? If he did it, it was fine, it was just a ladies man. If you did it, you are too naïve or you are a whore. That was something you would never understand.

About your “relationship” with Javier, at the beginning you thought it was something to help you de-stress from work, something to help you cope with the fact of being in another country, something to help keep your sanity after working hours and hours every day, something to help you feel special for a moment, something to help you feel not so alone. You needed to remember yourself it was only that. But as the weeks passed by, it was harder and harder. The fact that he wasn’t an ordinary man didn't help. He had to be different, sexy as hell, smart and very confident, but he was also very caring and that made you realize that if you looked beneath the surface you could see a really really big heart. You were certain about that, but also knew that heart wasn't for you.

And that was the problem, that you saw his heart, and it was even more beautiful than his face or his body, the only problem was that it wasn't available at the moment. In fact, it was normal that he didn't want to complicate things. He was a very busy man, with a very stressful work. So you told yourself not to get too involved if you wanted to avoid having your heart broken, even if this wasn’t his intention on the beginning of it all. But falling so deeply wasn't your intention neither.

So when you realized what your feelings were, you began to act more distant because you knew that the relationship wasn't going anywhere, it was just a distraction for both of you. But you don't want to be a distraction for his job during the day. He had a very dangerous work, and the less you wanted was to put him in more danger. So you thought it would be better for both of you to stop seeing each other. You wanted him to remember you as something good, something fun, not another problem in his life. And you wanted to remember him the same way. That was the reason that made you began to question the relationship: you were falling too deeply and you didn’t want to force anything, you didn't  want to do this to yourself or to him.

On a normal week, the days usually ended the same way. He called you or he passed by your house, and then you spend the night together. The next day it was just friends, or colleagues from work. Sometimes he called you very drunk, normally when he had a really bad day chasing Escobar, but the end was similar to other days: you ended up in bed. One day you saw him leaving work with a face that screamed for help. He seemed more stressed than ever, but you never asked him about what happened, because you knew better than made him relieve all the horror. That day you looked at him in the eye and you could swore he was almost crying, so you acted like a friend and took him to a bar to talk, dance and forget everything, but ended having sex as usually, so you woke up in his bed in the morning. 

The situation couldn’t stand for itself anymore, so one night you woke up in the middle of the night and you couldn’t stop thinking about him and you had to say to yourself “this is it, I can’t with this anymore”. Consequently the next day when he called you didn’t pick up the phone because you knew you couldn’t do that anymore. You had to speak to him but you didn’t want to make such a big deal, so you started without picking him the phone this time.

Another day passed and he came by your house and knocked on your door, but you stayed silent and pretended you weren't at home, even when he said through the door that he knew you were there. The next morning you prayed for not cross paths with him in the office, and it seemed that your prayers were listened until the end of the day. When you were ending work and preparing to go home he appeared at your desk with a confused face and told you he had a very bad day at work, so he asked you for going out to have diner and then to a bar to de-stress, but you apologized saying you were very busy and tired, and hurried out of the office before both of you could say anything else. It broke your heart leaving him this way, but you couldn’t be his friend at the moment if you didn’t want to wake up in his bed in the morning another time.

You arrived home almost crying but told yourself it was better this way, the sooner you did it the better for both of you. You left your things and took a shower to erase all the day form you. Then you put on your pajama and seat in the couch. You weren't hungry so you switched on the TV to distract yourself. You laid in the couch, half asleep and ready to call it a day when someone knocked on your door. You didn't answer but then you heard the voice of Javier.

“I know you’re in there. It’s late in the night, and I could see light and hear the TV”.

“Shit” you told yourself. You weren't expecting that, so you kept silent.

“Open the door or I will, and believe me when I tell you it’s not the first door I have to open in a non polite way”. 

You went to the door and open it with a confused look. “What are you doing here at this time Javier?”.

“We need to talk. You were acting weirdly, so tell me what happened”. His voice was firm and his gaze was intense.

“Nothing happened, I don't know what you mean”.

“Bullshit! You're gonna tell me what happened, and I’m not gonna leave until then”. With that, he entered your house and closed the door behind.

You were a little shocked because you didn't think he would be so insistent, you thought he moved on with another of his conquests. But he deserved an explanation after all, so you took a deep breath and began. “Ok, first of all it has nothing to do with you. I’m the problem. Look, I can’t continue with the situation anymore”.

“Situation?”.

“Yes, situation. Call it what you want: sex, situation, relationship… the fact is that I’ve been a fool and began feeling something about you. And you don't have to say anything because I understand perfectly what it all was, and it was fun and ok and I hate ruining it but I didn't mean to complicate things so I preferred to stay away”. 

He kept quiet, frozen in fact, trying to process your words.

“Well, you wanted me to tell you what happened, so I told you what happened. Now you can leave”.

You began walking to open the door when he caught your arm and turned you around. “And that’s all? You’ve just woke a couple of days ago and thought it was over, and took the decision all by yourself?”.

You looked at him a little angry. “Of course I took the decision by myself when I was the one affected. The other day I was talking in my sleep at night, making myself crazy, out of my mind. I couldn’t sleep so I had to wake up and wrote it down hoping it would save me. I knew at that moment that I need you, that you make me feel like nobody else. But I also knew that you don't love me, and I don't want to be a burden. So I have to tell myself something to feel better, to not hate you because I could never hate you but I don't want to hurt myself too. I had to make something”.

“You could have talked to me, at least”. He said defeated.

“I couldn’t, I’m not as brave as you are. So I made new rules for me, to help me cope this situation. To help me count them when I feel weak”. 

“Can I see them?”. He gave you a puppy eyes gaze. You looked at him quizzically as if not understanding what he asked you. “You tell me you wrote them. Can I see them?”

You felt all the blood going to your face, very ashamed of showing him the damned paper. But he deserved something better. So you walked to your bedroom and came back with a piece of paper, and you gave it to him avoiding his gaze. You felt like a child that had been reprimanded.

He started reading out loud, and you thought he was trying to torture you: “One: don’t pick up the phone, you know he’s only calling cause he’s drunk and alone”. He looked at you  raising his eyebrow, but you couldn't look at him. So he continued: “Two: don’t let him in, you have to kick him out again. Three: Don’t be his friend, you know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning, and if you’re under him you ain’t getting over him”. He stopped for a second and then closed his eyes while saying “Why do you think I don't care about you?”.

“It is obvious. I keep pushing forward in some ways but you keep pulling me backwards, like I have nowhere to turn. I tried to be there for you, but you didn’t try to be there for me. You acted distant in the office. You only reached me for sex. So when I was standing back from you, I finally saw the pattern. There was a moment when I knew that you didn't want to be with me but I wanted to be with you, so I tried to end it all before it was too late for both of us”.

“I get it, but do you think I am so selfish that you couldn't talk to me about anything?”.

You became speechless, maybe he was right and the selfish was you. You tried to speak and began mumbling “I-I don’t know what to say…”.

He interrupted you “What do you feel? Tell me”.

“I’ve already told you. I was falling in love with you and I didn’t want that to happen because that was not what we would want and…”.

“I asked you what do you fell now, not then. Those rules, did they work?”.

“Well, practice makes perfect, I’m still trying to learn it by heart. I told myself eat, sleep and breath it, rehearse and repeat it cause I…” you stopped for a second to look at him straight in the eye. He was looking you with a smirk on his face, like you were saying something funny.

“So you acting weirdly this week was because of this rules?”.

“I’ve got new rules and I count them, I gotta tell them to myself”.

At that moment he looked at the piece of paper still in his hands and tear it very slowly in front of you, several times, making tiny little pieces of paper and letting all of them fall in the room.

“What are you doing?” you asked confused. 

“I never liked rules”.

“But those are my rules”.

“I’m well known for not following anybody’s rules” he said, as he was approaching to you very seductively. “I’ve listened to you, but I have to say there are a few things that weren't  right from the beginning”. Now he was pinning you to the wall. He talked very slowly and with a low voice, almost a bedroom voice “You made them making a big mistake. You assumed that I don't love you, but that isn’t true”. With that he kissed you and you knew that your life will never be the same again.

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Scorpius Malfoy x reader : Comfort

A/n : Hi, it's my first time posting some of my writing, because I wasn't sure that It was good enough or if someone of you is going to read it, but I had these headcanons in my head for so long and I decided to post something eventually. Sorry for my English & grammar it's not my native language.

(takes place in Hogwarts, 5th year, after the CC events, reader is 🇧🇬, Veela, not really tall, dark eyes, breathtakingly beautiful)

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As soon as finished writing her letter y/n put it in envelope ready to be sent to her mother in Bulgaria. She rarely got any letters from home, or they were coming really late, but she wanted to tell her Family, that everything is fine and her and her brother are doing well in school. Her parents were really proud that y/n became prefect along with Malfoy, She walked to the Hogwarts corridors when she finally got to the owlery. Before y/n opened the door she heard someone there and she wondered if she should get in or not, but she went in there and she saw a boy curled up and he was sobbing?!

"Is everything all right?" - y/n asked.

" Y-yes, I probably should go now. "- Scorpius squeaked.

“ Hey, if there is anything I can do to make you feel better, tell me, you seem, so nice, hardworking, and smart. "

Scorpius looked y/n in the eyes a tear was streaming down his cheek. God knows how long he stayed there. She suddenly felt so sorry for this boy.

"Thank you!" - he said softly.

He wanted to say more, but he didn't know what. Not a lot of people reminded him that. And especially not beautiful girls like y/n.

"Hey, I know we don't talk much, but I want you to know that I never believed the rumors, I like people for who they are, not for what others say about them. If this is what bothers you I want you to know that I understand, girls here don't like me too. "

Scorpius was surprised by y/n 's confession. He never knew she felt that way.

" But you seem so confident, and I never thought what people talk about you ever bothered you. "

Y/n looked at him with a smile. Scorpius noticed how beautiful it was.

"I don't want them to know that the do, but sometimes it really does. Look at me I conjure fire without casting a spell or using a wand, people here don't like that and it's hard , it's like being on my own, without my family, and friends here to support me, yes I have my brother, but he has his own stuff going on I can't bother him. And I don't feel close with anyone here. " - y/n said.

The boy looked down at his knees, took a deep breath and then said :

"At least you have family. I have grandparents who think I am disgrace for the Malfoy name, that doesn't mean anything anymore,my mum who was the smartest and the strongest person I have ever known, and there is my dad. We don't talk much, but we love each other and our relationship is improving.“ - Scorpius said as his voice broke and his eyes burst into tears.

Y/n was confused, but also felt sad for this boy, she wondered what happened to his mum. She thought she was overstepping her boundaries, but the question slipped out of her mouth.

"Was? What happened to your mother? If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay I understand."

He didn't look at her, but she looked at him and she could see the pain in his eyes, and many many tears falling. And then he began talking :

" My mother passed away two years ago due to blood curse. I always knew this day would come, but how could I ever be ready to lose the person who loved me the most, taught me how to write and passed her love for knowledge and reading onto me. Who made me the Person I am today. I miss her y/n, I do I want to tell her that I love her, I want to feel her hugs, I want her again - healthy and happy. Because she didn't deserve what she got she was the best and I am angry that people who did unforgivable things like Delphini get to live, but this kind, loving woman didn't. "

The girl listened to him, she could feel the pain and love this boy felt when he was talking about his mother and he thought this boy doesn't deserve anything that life puts him through. She stayed silent and got closer to him.

" Scorpius, you amaze me! You have been through so much... People judge you for something so stupid as false rumors, you have lost a parent which I don't know what I would do if it happened to me I probably wouldn't be that positive about life, you fought with the dark lord s daughter who put you and Albus through hell and back. Everyone who still mocks you two should be grateful that both of you showed such bravery and saved everyone s lives last year. “

He needed to hear that ... For so long he felt like his depression and anxiety will never get away from him, that the trauma will defeat him, but this girl, this girl he felt he is never letting her go, so he did what he does best. He hugged her. They stayed like that for few minutes and then both of them changed the subject and started looking for owls to send their letters home.

This was the beginning of a new friendship and who knows maybe something more, Scorpius was Slytherin's new chaser so he invited y/n to the next match against Ravenclaw, she gladly accepted to go and them kissed him on the cheek, where his tears have stained. He felt relieved, he needed to feel that someone cares about him.

They went to dinner and then he kept her company and went to bed after dinner, both thinking of each other.

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Let me know if u want part 2 💚✨